#cm loves to put more than one person in a frame

[tobias-hankel]

Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds: 1x10, The Popular Kids

[wayfayrr]

Here is the menace with Falling Star. So gather 'round, sit back, relax and please stay in your seat. Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn. Oh, and of course, lest we not forget, enjoy the show.

Here we go with a person from afar. Is as old as the stars and travels from world to world this is Lumine!Reader.

They are really old but nobody can exactly say how old as they look like 16 to 17 and are 158 cm tall.

They normally go by the name "Traveller" as they hide their real name, but since the Chain already has a Traveller.

They took the name "Viatrix".

Their Constellation is called "Viatrix" which means Traveller in Latin.

They have a twin brother, Aether. They are actually inseparable but they got separated by a unknown god named the Sustainer of heavenly principles.

Their abilities also got sealed.

They are a fabulous swordfighter and with their twin they are an unbeatable duo as the cover each others blind spots. But they are stronger than their brother.

From the two of them they are the rational but friendly one.

They are always collected and serious and they will say if they don't like something. They are the calm one of the duo.

But they also the strategist and would be a great detective.

But they love to explore and climb around, even Wild would be surprised how fast they can climb mountains even when it rains, they use their elemental energy and gloves to have a better grip.

But they have to take more breaks then their dear twin brother.

They can dive and jump out of the water like a dolphin and even jump from the water onto land and immediately attack if they have to.

They wouldn't be the most affectionate person and if someone got their heart they would hug and kiss their partner occasionally but not all the time.

They also cook very often, mainly because of Paimon, their guide in Teyvat, as she is always hungry. But since then they began to love cooking.

Reader has chin-length except for two locks of shoulder-length hair framing their face. They also have two light-blue Inteyvat flowers pinned on the right side of their head and two pale blue feathers tucked at the left.

They wear a sleeveless, backless, box pleated white tunic like dress-shirt, which is on back longer than by the front. It's held up by crossed black straps. They wear a long two-tailed scarf, with each tail having a gold, flat diamond-shaped ornament attached to the tip of the tail.

Their legwear consists of angled thigh-high stockings and white ankle-high boots.

They can use different elements, Anemo(Wind, Geo(Earth), Electro, Dendro(Plants) and Hyrdo(Water) as they met the Chain.

Their Song is "Dream Aria" from IONIC.

Reader learned about Yandere Chain and their first escape attempt.

Reader's PoV:

I woke up as Paimon shook me awake and as I looked at her she was covered in blood and looked terrified! I took her in my arms and looked around but only Sky was sleeping beside me in his bedroll.

„When did he change his place? Wasn't he beside Wild over there?“ I thought to myself and looked to the space by the other side of the campfire and me, where Sky laid before.

I stood up with Paimon and walked with her to the river nearby to wash her. She was shivering in fear. I've never seen her like that. We fought multiple monsters and people on Teyvat, so why was she so scared? As I got her out and dried her gently with Anemo she literally stuck to me like glue.

„Paimon, what's wrong? You look like you seen a ghost.“ I looked at her and she has tears in her eyes but she pshed me.

„Don't so loud!! They may hear us!!“ Paimon whisper-shouted at me so I looked confused at her.

„Who Paimon? Who could hear us?“ I whispered back but Paimon just looked at the camp and I understood what she wanted to say.

„The group? What have they done Paimon?“ she pointed into a direction and I sneaked to the direction and saw Wolfie eating bones, human or hylian bones.

The others of the group looked at him and gathered the bloody clothes. They put them in a fabric bag but they were also very bloody if I see through the reflection right. Paimon hid her face in my shoulder and I held it there. Then Wolfie turned into Twilight?! I had my suspicions but never thought I was right. So I sneaked back to the camp.

„Are you crazy!? Why are you going back there!?“ she whisper shouted at me

„I need to get a sword they took mine for "maintenance" probably to make me defenseless!“ I said back and looked around the camp for a sword but the only one here was the Master Sword.

So I tiptoed to Sky and pulled the sword out of her sheath. As I got her I began to sprint into the opposite direction of the group.

„Wait, what about Sky? He is in danger if we leave him there with these lunatics!“ said Paimon worried but scared.

„No, he is one of them. Do you remember as everyone except for Wild went for "hunting"? They never came back with anything of the forest. No squirrels, no deer, no boar or even a bird, but they came back with a meat that was from a horse?“

„Is that why you said we shouldn't eat it!? You thought it was a person!?! Eeek!“

„Well not really, at first I thought they tried to poison us as we are not from Hyrule. I thought they saw us as a threat. But now I know they wanted us to help to get rid of the evidence.“ I explained everything but then Paimon jumped... Uh... floated higher in fear

„But they have Wolfie... Uhm Twilight... Uhhh... They have someone with a good nose! We will be discovered in the matter of days!! Or hours if they are back already.“

„That's why I look for mud. If we cover ourselves with it our scent will be overridden by the mud and he will not know where we are!“

„Good, Traveller. Paimon is scared...“

„I know Paimon. But don't worry, I protect you! I will get us back to Teyvat! I will find Aether! And never return to Hyrule!!“

„Who taught you to speak their language actually? Paimon is curious.“

„It was a knight in-training back then. Aether and I taught him some fast moves with the sword and he taught us his language. His name was "Link" like the boys back there.“

„Do you think they are related?“

„I think, it's more like they are his reincarnations. This eyes... I never forget how he looked at us and how they sparkled when we showed him something new. They have a part of him, I'm sure but thanks to their journeys and upbringings they developed differently than how he was.“ I sprinted more as I saw a mud pond and jumped in with Paimon.

I just bathed her but that doesn't matter right now. Our survival was more important than hygiene right now. I bathed us in mud before taking Paimon and ran into another direction but still away from the camp and the group. I just wished I had my abilities, if I had them I could fly away easily. But now I had to avoid all villages, towns, people, guards and especially the royals and the heroes. If one of them sees me, they will find us and I can't accept that! They scared Paimon to death!

„Spirit of the Sword, I know I'm not a hero of this world, I know I'm not even Hylian or from this world, but please, help me to flee from your crazy wielders!“ I thought to myself while the sword started to emit a blue glow and I saw multiple beacons in the in the horizon, but only I am able to see them as Paimon couldn't see them.

„Thank you, Sword Spirit. With that I can see the group in the distance and avoid them even better. I hope your ready, because I won't hold back when they try to catch and fight me!“ the sword blinked blue before going back to normal. Now I want to save her as well! She doesn't need a bunch of psychos as her wielders! I will take her with me to Teyvat, maybe she will like it and the gods over there are way nicer than Hylia.

This is how Reader's first attempt to flee and they were really good, especially with the beacon on the Hero's Spirit. But they will catch them eventually. Maybe in a dungeon or after entering a portal. But it would be funny if the Chain wouldn't be able to wield Fi anymore because Fi also fell in love with Reader. Just imagine a Yandere Sword Spirit. She may be asleep but her conscience is still awake. So the group would definitely delude themself into thinking that Reader woke up and got attacked. And as we all know Sky is a hibernating bear when he is asleep, took Fi to protect themself and Sky. But they will definitely notice that Paimon is more fidgety around them and that Reader and Paimon talk way more in teyvatian than usual. But they discarded it as soon as Reader mentiones that Paimon isn't feeling well, because of the shadow, which they believe as they can't understand that they plan to run away again but this time to Teyvat. Away from the group forever. But they get the meat for cooking for Paimon and themself and just said that the last meat they had with the group made Paimon sick and they don't want Paimon to feel sick all the time and as the group sees them as Paimon's parental figure so the boys try to fill the other spot, which is hard as hell as Paimon can't understand them and vice versa. Ughh... Why are Yanderes so crazy to handle?

OOOOHHH another genshin reader!!! lumine makes so much sense too - and also???? the way that she's been to hyrule BEFORE????? with aether albeit but she's visited before????????? AND MET A LINK BEFORE?????

Hell with the link described they met WARS before?????? it'd be an interesting take if that is the link - and he just hasn't joined the chain yet, reader could be why he ended up siding with them even

it's a shame the chain are so set on being controlling with them though - they really can be incredibly stupid at times, because sometimes there really are better ways to act. it's good for reader though they aren't like a frog being slowly boiled, they actually know to try to GTFO of the situation there

PLUS FI????? sweet baby yan sword spirit love them so, if they're a yan too though.... maybe there's a way to bond their sword to them... or something happens to their original blade so they can never use it again...

also poor paimon sfvdvgdfgvdszf never getting the chance to learn the language and is just lost there not understanding (i'd say teach em but they would probably let it slip they know the language)

[codename-mom]

Collision (AU)

Summary: A brand-new BAU is forming but there is still someone missing. The team masterpiece: a technical analyst. But one day, Erin Strauss calls Hotch in her office. She may have found the perfect candidate. Or maybe not.

Characters: Erin Strauss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan

Contents: TW mention of parents death, of drug use and of everything the BAU is working on.

This is a text written for the CM Meet Cute challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

PPS: Why I add "AU" after the title you may ask? Because I used to write the texts of Code Name: Mom during my first watch of CM. So, when I imagined that scene, I haven't seen the Black Queen episode yet and I worked with the tiny pieces of information we had to figure out their first encounter. Then I saw S09E12 and this text didn't fit the canon anymore. But I still love the dialogue between those idiots and the scene, so here it is.

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                Erin Strauss pressed the buttons on her landline telephone and, with a few curt words, summoned one of the residents of Quantico’s sixth floor. She hung up as soon as she had gave the order and waited. A few minutes later, a giant in a strict suit framed himself on her doorstep, eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it?” asked Aaron Hotchner as he entered the room.

The two FBI agents glared fiercely at the other, ready to leap at each other’s throats at the first opportunity, but communicated in surprisingly calm tones. She distrusted this man, who was more rebellious than his austere appearance suggested, and he hated being told what to do. Then, the two had been fighting like cat and dog since they first met. Most of the time, however, they both knew how to put aside their differences to get the job done properly.

“Do you still need a technical analyst for your team?” she asked him, matter-of-factly.

“Yes. More than ever. Why?”

The Behavioral Analysis Unit had been founded by two men, Jason Gideon and David Rossi, a few years earlier, with the aim of tracking down sociopaths and other serial killers, in particular by establishing their psychological profile based on the victims they had left behind, but also their modus operandi, the weapons used or even the crime scene. It was a complex discipline, requiring a great deal of knowledge on many subjects, and that was still disparaged.

But the results were there, and Bureau headquarters authorized the two men to expand the team. They had picked up a young federal prosecutor who had assisted Dave on one of his investigations. After a meeting with the woman who would become his wife, the man accepted the offer and flew off to join them. Intelligent, serious, meticulous, attentive to detail and endowed with excellent self-control, the recruit had integrated perfectly into the duo, and his fresh outlook had enabled them to envisage a new shape for the agency.

However, the disastrous conclusion of a business deal and personal worries had pushed Gideon and Rossi, respectively, towards the exit, and they had to entrust the helm of the ship to the last survivor of the crew. Bombarded as director at the age of thirty-nine, he immediately put into practice the plan he had devised for the brand-new BAU. He had recruited a former Chicago policeman with a wanderlust, then added two young people with disparate profiles: a poised, tenacious and empathetic woman who would act as liaison officer, and a multi-graduate student with an elephantine memory but a social misfit.

Nevertheless, the final piece of the puzzle was still missing: a technical analyst. A computer expert capable of probing all databases at lightning speed to extract just the essentials, but also of dissecting all the evidence passing through a computer – video, audio tracks, photographs. A particularly difficult nugget to find, given the scarcity of skills required for this position.

“We may have someone for you, Strauss announced, stepping out from behind her desk. Please follow me.”

Hotch frowned, doubtful, but walked in her footsteps. They took the elevator that had brought him to this floor and went back down a few levels. Then they entered a dull corridor bathed in an eerie silence. This was where suspects apprehended by the FBI were brought.

“Here's her file, continued the section chief, placing the documents on his chest. You'll have time to read it before making your final decision, but I'll give you a summary.”

“Thank you,” he answered coldly.

Without waiting for her to begin, he opened the cardboard sleeve and the round face of a bespectacled blonde appeared at the top left of an annotated sheet.

“Her name is Penelope Garcia, and she's a hacker who's been hanging around on the street more or less since her parents died in a car accident, Erin told him without a hint of emotion in her voice. She was eighteen then, twenty-six now.”

“If you've caught her, she may not be as good as you think," he said, reading the information gathered about her at an angle.

“Or she did it on purpose.”

“What do you mean?” he frowned, raising his nose.

“Hacker’s world is small. They all know that us, CIA, army, etc., we hire some of them because they're ultimately much more efficient than the IT people who are trained for the job.”

Strauss rolled her eyes in dismay at this realization. Using criminals to entrap others was totally beyond her, notwithstanding their often unique faculties. Next to her, Aaron, a man of the field, had a less Manichean view of things. Since he'd been in the business, he'd had time to notice that the men and women they put behind bars weren't necessarily bloodthirsty, ruthless monsters. On a contrary. Between those who'd simply fallen off the wagon due to a string of mishaps, those who'd once let their anger get the better of their reason, and those who'd failed to deal with childhood traumas, it was sometimes difficult to blame the wrongdoers for what they'd done.

                As so, the possibility of integrating a virtual outlaw into his team didn't bother him all that much. Provided he – or rather, she, in this case – has the skills compatible with his project. He turned a few pages to access the summary of her exactions. He discovered a long list of feats of arms that ran across several sheets, both sides. The young woman had wandered from institution to institution, jumping over firewalls as if they'd never existed, browsing here and there, before emerging again, sometimes leaving little messages of thanks. Her targets were highly diversified, ranging from multinationals to ultra-secure establishments, as well as national and even regional companies. However, he quickly noted that there was a common denominator to all her attacks. Except the last one, the one that had dragged her into the walls of Quantico.

“Interesting resume, he said, closing the file. Did she say why she did it?”

“To know the truth about Lady Di’s death,” threw his neighbor, without any conviction.

“You don’t buy it?”

“Of course not. To go to all this trouble just for that, it's ridiculous!" she stormed in a condescending tone.

Unlike him, his superior was a bureaucrat. Where he saw tormented individuals, injured personnel or equipment crucial to the survival of his people, Erin saw numbers, numbers and more numbers. He spoke of efficiency, she replied: profitability. Two discourses that regularly clashed and only served to further inflame their dissensions.

“You would be surprised," he retorted, repressing the sneer that curled at the edge of his lips.

“There she is.”

When they reached a one-way mirror, the agents could see the subject of their conversation in the flesh, without her seeing them. Sitting on a chair behind a table to which she was handcuffed, she faced two men in dark suits who seemed to be pestering her with questions. The prisoner had long blond and supple hair, which had obviously known better days, just like her clothes whose bright colors had been faded by a long exposure to light, dust, perspiration and lack of maintenance. Pale-skinned, with drawn features, she had dark circles under her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed, she was on the defensive.

“She’s using,” noted Hotch, taking up the toxicology report attached to the second page of her file.

“Not for the past three weeks.”

“Since you captured her, that is.”

Erin nodded, her mouth pursed. Despite the glass divider between the two women, the director found it hard to hide her revulsion. Aaron felt like reminding her that it wasn't contagious, but restrained himself. He preferred to take a closer look at this young woman who, though frightened, didn't utter a word. Drops of sweat beaded down her chubby face and her arms shook intermittently, as if she were cold. On her bare forearms, he saw scratch marks attesting to the fact that she had been frantically rubbing her skin for the past few days.

“She’s in withdrawal.”

“But she's lucid and doesn't crave her fix, Strauss revealed, her tone softening somewhat, which might mean she wasn't all that hooked.”

“You think she let herself be captured to get out of all this.”

“Could be.”

If this was the case, it proved, in effect, that she was aware of how dangerous this activity was, and that she had no intention of getting caught up in this downward spiral, the outcome of which was rarely positive. Whatever she had consumed, she had no intention of clinging to it, but rather was looking for a way to get as far away from it as possible. It was an undeniable sign of intelligence, but Hotch suddenly doubted whether this objective would be successful if she were to accept his proposal. It all depended, in fact, on her strength of character.

“Can I talk to her?”

“Be my guest.”

Strauss knocked on the glass and the two agents inside froze before leaving the room. They said nothing and walked off down the corridor with the same energetic step. Aaron pressed the door handle and entered the padded room.

Penelope, relieved to see the two tough guys leave, tensed as this new guy in a suit and tie introduced himself to her. From where she was, he looked gigantic, and she wondered how he'd managed to get in without hitting his head. Brows furrowed, face closed, dark eyes staring at her unblinkingly, the man seemed to her to have as much emotion as a frying pan. She didn't know anything about the FBI hierarchy, but her instincts told her that this guy was much higher up than the first two. An irrepressible urge to run away jumped to her throat, but she could only shrink back in her chair as he came to sit opposite her.

“What’s your name?” he questioned her, without a hint of animosity in his voice.

Hotch saw the pirate's brown irises dip to the cardboard sleeve he'd placed in front of him, then return in his direction.

“… You have my file, so surely you already know this information," she replied, raising her eyebrows.

It wasn't irony or a snide attack, she was simply reminding him of the obvious. Although impressed by his presence, she wasn't as terrified as she might have been. She was more intrigued than anything. Which was just as well, because he wasn't there to gave her the third degree, but to open the doors to a potential future.

“I know it, yes, but I thought it would be a good start to a conversation.”

His interlocutor observed her opposite for a while without saying a word. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about this agent that set him apart from the others she'd come across. There was no smugness, no repulsion or no malice about him. He looked at her as any human being should look at another. They clearly didn't come from the same world, but that didn't seem to matter to him. And she guessed that behind that icy mask was someone far more sympathetic. The question was how deep to dig to bring it out.

“… Penelope Garcia. You?”

“Aaron Hotchner, he answered with no hesitation. Do you know where you are?”

“Unless the guys who drove me here had fake accreditation, I must be in the FBI basement. Well, in a manner of speaking, since we climbed three flights of stairs from the parking lot.”

She talked a lot and fast, without any stress in her voice. This was obviously her usual way of expressing herself, a sign of a lively, voluble personality. It wasn't very much in line with house policy, but given the position she would occupy – if she were to accept – it wouldn't be a problem.

“… I'm the manager of a rather unusual team, and we need a fast, efficient technical analyst.”

Penelope’s fine eyebrows furrowed. He delivered his speech in an even tone. The man was straight to the point, clear and concise, articulating very distinctly. She let her gaze run over him. Stiff as a stick, clean-shaven, his dark hair was cut short, his fingernails perfectly filed, his tie ideally knotted, his suit tailor-made. If he hadn't been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had learned to imitate to perfection those who had been so lucky. But unlike the latter, which were often untrue, he didn't seem to want to bother with convolutions and leg-pulling to get what he wanted. A good point for him, from her point of view.

“And you think I will do the trick?" she inquired, curious.

“It depends.”

“Of what?”

“Whether or not you let yourself be captured.”

“What do you think?”

“What I think has no importance. It’s your answer that does matter.”

“Who says I’d tell the truth.”

“It’s my job.”

They had conducted this dialogue at full speed, replying to each other's answers in a matter of seconds, and were now taking advantage of the silence to gauge their adversary. Hotch thought she was testing the waters, gleaning as much information as possible before stepping forward; which was a perfectly understandable attitude. The hacker was in fact trying to assess the danger of the path the agent was blazing ahead of her, trying to project herself alongside this character who used his muscles sparingly. Since he'd come in and taken his place on the chair, the only part of his anatomy that had moved was his mouth. Everything else, from his fingers intertwined on the table to his eyelids, had not wavered. The guy had gone statuesque in a split second. It's a good thing she could see him breathing, otherwise she'd have doubted he was human. Meanwhile, she still didn't know what she might be walking into.

“… What do you mean by “rather unusual team”?”

“My team is responsible for tracking down serial killers, sociopaths, rapists and arsonists across the country, in collaboration with local authorities,” he revealed, direct.

Given what lay ahead, Aaron preferred to be as frank as possible with her. He didn't know how much empathy she had for complete strangers, but from what he'd glimpsed in her file – and from what he understood of the reasons for her actions – she was far from being heartless. But the situations she was about to face were anything but trivial. Which she was beginning to understand, as he saw her swallow and turn a little pale.

“And… what I am supposed to do?”

“Analyze all the data we retrieve, conduct real-time searches on all platforms and databases, probably over several years.”

“Data. What kind of data?”

“Videos, photos, audio files, he continued, you'll see people killed, raped and tortured on a daily basis in conditions you've probably never imagined.”

A leaden blanket fell over Penelope's shoulders. The functions of the FBI were manifold and covered many areas of everyday American life: from taxes to cybercrime, from intelligence to criminal investigations. Clearly, she'd fallen on the hardest branch of all, one on which, had she been given the chance, she'd never have put a foot wrong. Chilled by this revelation, she spoke out:

“Looks like a dream.”

“I prefer to be honest, he admitted without a shudder. It's not about numbers, it's about confronting the worst that humans can do.”

He saw her dodge his gaze, biting her lower lip. Her eyes cocked to one side, she weighed up the pros and cons of his proposal, surely considering what she was capable of withstanding emotionally and psychologically. Her life hadn't been particularly simple, and she'd had to see and experience things that many wouldn't want to endure, but that was no match for what he and his team witnessed day-to-day. At least, he hoped for her. Suddenly, her irises returned to him, escaped, then fixed themselves again on his face. Her mouth twisted like a worm on asphalt. Hotch imagined that she was in the middle of a discussion with herself or preparing her next line, silently rehearsing her words to make sure she didn't make a blunder.

“… Can I ask you something?” she did, blushing.

“Go on.”

“Will I end up like you?”

“Meaning?”

“You're the closest thing we have to an iceberg.”

Aaron had to concentrate to keep his eyelids from widening. He had expected everything but this. He had mentally prepared answers to all the technical, administrative, and legal questions, but had never imagined that he would be attacked on his appearance. He already knew that he had a reputation for being someone devoid of emotion, even frightening, even to the other residents of Quantico, so he wasn't surprised that she thought the same; he was disturbed by this surprisingly brave move. This dirty, ragged little woman had the guts to say out loud what all the feds, here and abroad, barely dared to say in hushed tones. A self-assurance that hits the bull’s eye.

“… It’s the suit.”

He had probably tried to hide it, but Penelope saw the brief sneer that had lifted the corner of his lips. A crack in his shell that made the young woman laugh despite her interlocutor's newfound seriousness. She was right: he wasn't the terror he was trying to make himself out to be. On a contrary. Underneath that jacket, shirt and T-shirt, there was a tender, beating heart; and under that ebony hair, a well-built head that wasn't bothered by convention. And, contrary to what she had expected, she didn't have to dig very far to find the treasure. So she already knew that if she needed him, he'd be there to catch her.

“Okay, she replied, relieved. I’ve got another question.”

“I’m listening.”

“Is there a dress code to observe?”

From his slanted reading, Hotch recalled that, among her personal effects, there was a non-negligible quantity of barrettes, elastics, bracelets, and earrings. Almost all of them knock-off, but flashy and eye-catching, in a wide range of gaudy colors and topped with rhinestones and other frills. A wardrobe choice that didn't fit in with Bureau standards at all, but reflected her playful personality. Then he thought of Strauss, behind the glass, who sometimes felt that appearances were more crucial than results, and a smile formed in his mind.

“No. As long as you come dressed-up.”

Garcia nodded, reassured not to have to wear a sad, bland suit.

“How much time I have to decide?”

“It’s up to you. But while we are talking, know that there are people who need you.”

With that, the BAU director rose to his feet and picked up the file. But he didn't leave the room immediately, as he had just remembered a certain detail.

“And one more thing: if you want to join my unit, you'll need to write a motivation letter. It’s part of the protocol.”

Frowning, Penelope stared at him blankly. He'd told her as if it were a chore, but she already had her own ideas on the subject. The monolith then turned its back on her and disappeared behind the door, leaving the young woman alone to her reflection.

A week later, the agent in charge of mail distribution at Quantico dropped a stack of envelopes on Hotch's desk. The manager thanked him, and he resumed his tour. Derek Morgan had been watching the proceedings in silence and saw his superior pull a peculiar letter out of the pile. Its entire contour was covered in purple glitter.

“What is it?” he asked, curious.

“We’ll see.”

Aaron, who had already guessed the identity of the author of this fold, took out his letter opener and unfolded the mailing. Inside, he found a candy-pink card with his first and last names written in pretty cursive script. He opened it and found two cardboard flaps lined with stars and little shiny hearts, and dancing in the middle, a text traced in glittery ink.

Sir, If you still need someone to kick the bad guys’ asses, I’m your man. Have a nice day. Penelope Garcia PS: This card is home-made.

Surprised, the ex-policeman saw a smile stretch his supervisor's lips. A reaction of obvious joy that he had not at all expected from such an unexpressive man. Intrigued, he questioned:  

“Is it your birthday?”

“No, answered Hotch rising his head. It’s the motivation letter of our analyst.”

[emeritus-fuckers]

🎠 is here for the matchup event too,, 🥳 congrats to your follower celebration and your wonderful work here. Here's to another 500 or so ! I'm looking to be matched with either a Papa or Ghoul, either-or is a-ok.

I'm trans (ftm) but present more femininely,, I'm ridiculously short (like 144 cm) but it's the sort of thing that I can live with .

I'm always a really positive person, and I'm told that I'm really easy to open up to. I'm no stranger to hardships and trauma, and I'm always happy to lend an ear to those in the same boat.

Making friends has never been hard for me, but I'm told I can be overly trusting,, I'm friendly with everyone until they give me a reason not to be ! I get along with all kinds of people, and I seriously don't care how other people might perceive me.. But I can come off as annoying to people who don't exactly enjoy my antics 😭

Is this ok ? Sorry if it's too much ! Again, thank you all, and congratulations ! 🥳

- 🎠

Your match is… Terzo

He loves your positivity. It keeps him in a good frame of mind, even when life gets tough.

He’s always there for you, and you are there for him. It makes you two a really strong partnership.

If you are both having a hard day, that evening, he’ll order a Chinese takeaway. It’s his comfort food, if yours is different he’ll get that for you too.

You talk it all through. You can vent as much as you need and so does he.

One time, after such and evening, you end up just chatting and hanging out. He doesn’t realise how late/early it is. But then, he sees the sun has started to rise. It’s a beautiful summers morning, the sky a vivid mix of soft oranges and pinks.

He grabs your hand and runs outside with you. The heat from the sun has not yet taken hold, it’s a little colder than he realised. He takes his hoodie off passing it to you. Then he wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck every now and then as you both watch the sun come up.

Primo gets a bit of a shock when he finds you two asleep in his garden. He throws a blanket over the pair of you, then causally starts pulling up weeds as if nothing is amiss.

You have no need to worry about your height with him! If you ever do want to feel taller/see something, he’ll put you on his shoulders.

You two are very sociable, you get on with everyone.

If anyone takes advantage of your trusting nature, Terzo is there. He either makes fun of them, highlighting their insecurities and destroying them through words. And, or, he straight up punches them.

He loves that you don’t care what others think. He admires it.

He knows what it’s like to be found annoying, he never wants you to feel that way. So he always reassures you that you never have and never will. He loves you. Also he adores joining in with your antics.

[mukami-kou-dazzlingpinkidol]

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楽しむ準備はいいですか...Mねこちゃん~

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Name: Mukami Kou / 無神コウ

Age: Physically and renowned, 17 y/o

Actuality, 200+ undetermined y/o

Gender: Male

Species: Half-vampire (human converted)

Height: 176 cm / 5'9"

Weight: 55kg /121lb (Minimal fluctuations for occupational purposes)

Blood Type: Type B

Birthday & Zodiac: 28th January, Aquarius ♒

Sexuality: Subjectively straight (But for one exception)

Likes:

Foods — Esp: Vongole Bianco, Ebi Furai

↪ Although being a lover of food despite his stature, no other dish ever comes close to being as favored as the two names. Something about fresh seafood and the savory goodness of the sauces and aroma just resonates with him.

Cats and Felines

↪ Even his reputation for loving cats precedes him, however it is ultimately a mystery as to why, other than felines are just a deal more adorable and calm to tend to, the perfect sort of companion in his opinion.

Musicality — Esp: Pop, music, singing, dancing

↪Being his favorite activities, he is able to make them into his all time career. Even if not for the sake of his work, he would still indulge in singing and dancing, even when alone. Being alone since young, the tunes he sang to himself during his youth were made into his new passion.

Dislikes:

People

↪Despite his perkiness and his outings with fans and choice of work, he dislikes interacting with people that are slow to catch his intents as well as liars that think they can catch him off guard.

Failure and Losing

↪He hates being one upped by others, especially by mere humans and would do anything to win back his deserved ranking, even by way of blood if it comes to it.

Unpleasant things

↪Be it his surroundings, style, looks, etc. Anything that he could deem ugly or bad is an automatic no from him. He is corruptly discriminate since he believes even just having basic good looks could work well.

☆Physical Description

Being called the pretty blonde idol, it's a no brainer that he had a hair of naturally curled golden yellow, with a miniature pony tail tied up in such a way, like the dangling stalk of wheat grain, that holds up his longer hair length which is styled to one side, long enough on the right that it covers over his one magical eye, concealed away as his bright twin sky blue reflective irises. He has skin that is as fair and white, a thin slender frame that is built for ease of his career. On his bare back are hidden away scars and injuries that stem from his long past.

Commonly, he would put on his casual wear of black long sleeved, white polka-dotted sweater shirt, paired with fitted black jeans, and an extra addition of a magenta crew jacket for extra amount of flare ✨. He does own a particular set of wardrobe but thus such his normal wears that would normally be a shade of pink. Being the only idol of his school, he is also able to bend the rules and own an exclusively tailored school blazer and a custom badge and pin that he owns.

Accessory wise, he dawns on his usual set of black and white bracelet and gold plated sheet wristlet, as well as a singular red marbled earring that dangles on his left side. He also owns a newer set of sky blue, glass encased necklace that resembles the refraction of the clear skies, chained around his neck, and a final exclusive magenta gemmed ring around his ring finger, and sometimes house middle finger.

☆Personality

Predominantly speaking, he is a Do-S, an idol that is the definition of two faced despite his good looks and friendly gestures, bearing no sign of care or tender towards mortals that displease him. To those that he favors for a time, he's an absolute charmer and prince that bears gifts and roses, to others he could care less for their lives. His superficial attitude hides under it a misgiving ruthless monster with a carnal taste for blood.

Pretentious

↳ Being a top idol even at his announced younger age, Kou is more than just a little prideful of his achievements, making the best out of his status without even a thought of shying or humbling from the knowledge that he is talented. He would take upon his fame and use it to get his way most if not all the time, that paired with his sweet way with words, would often have things be presented to him with smiles and open arms.

Narcissistic

↳ What Kou lacks in suave, he makes up for with excessive confidence in himself. As both a vampire and a man that has the sort of fame and influence which he possesses, he is quite bold to assume his dominance over any given situation or person. And adding to the fact that he knows he has extraordinary beautiful features, there is nothing that he sees in himself unworthy of being prideful for.

Short-tempered

↳ Short-fused and easily nerve-struck, he doesn’t take lightly towards mockery and ridicule. Some words that might seem perfectly acceptable may trigger his anger because of the slightest hint of condemnation. His bad temper easily has him become instantly and physically involved to bring harm to anyone that leaves a bad impression on him. Whether by hurt or by ridicule, he will absolutely get even with them.

Manipulating

↳ To any prey that falls under his grasp, he will make them submit to his commands and sadistic requests. They could be as simple as mere taunts and humiliation that gets them to react to his whim until they would eventually surrender, or it could encompass his influence over the numerous fans he has to commit his bidding, be it to harass someone that he has his gazes on, or directly ruin a person’s lively hood.

Cruel

↳ A far cry of a statement from the atrocities that he could commit against any person that crosses his nerves. A mere rejection or refusal to his demands could end up with someone ruthlessly tortured in the worst ways imaginable. He barely has any form of sympathy or mercy to any others but those he has deemed fitting and worth his time.

Two-faced

↳ Hand in hand with his manipulation, his entire personality is a deception. His behavior morphs from the kindest partner that you could ask for help anytime to the jailer of your local prison. His directive towards people is encompassed by his pure unfiltered emotion which can have him treat one person with the utmost kindness before becoming a sadistic demon when refuted against his will.

Loyal

↳ Reserved only towards his family, he would go to any lengths to protect and care for them. After spending their entire childhood together, they have a bond stronger than mere blood brothers. His greatest loyalty is towards Karlheinz, who he regarded as the saviour that presented him with a second chance at life, and as such he has devoted his later years to completing and fulfilling his given order and newfound purpose.

Bargaining

↳ Being Kou’s most objective outlook in life, he believes that nothing in this world is given for free and that every favour and gift should be paid back with the intent of getting something in return, a pure give-and-take society. That being said, most and every other person that would gain something from him have one common way of returning his gesture, their blood.

☆MBTI: Deep Analysis

E.S.T.P

While not being an entrepreneur, Kou posses the very same needed qualities of a man with undoubted pride and confidence to and whilst embarking on their task. Their roles give them the ability to spark an impact on their immediate surroundings, regardless as they have a way to ease from one group to another while giving off their stature with ease. Entrepreneurs love and adore to be te centre of attention, often times commanding the crowd while they display their arts and talents while coming on their stage. As the this personality suggests, Kou is one to dive head first into any sort of incidents, whether it be pleasent surprises or troubles, earning them a reputation of risky behavious, but with their risk comes their joy in living a life of fun and thrill as personality type enjoy drama, passion, and pleasure, not for emotional thrills, but because it’s so stimulating to their logical minds. They are forced to make critical decisions based on factual, immediate reality in a process of rapid-fire rational stimulus response.

With their activeness in place, it is also known that his makes school and other highly organized environments a challenge for Entrepreneurs. It certainly isn’t because they aren’t smart, and they can do well, but the regimented, lecturing approach of formal education is just so far from the hands-on learning that Entrepreneurs enjoy. It takes a great deal of maturity to see this process as a necessary means to an end, something that creates more exciting opportunities.

Entreperenuers rarely have a sense of heavy morals, often times taking emotions into lesser or non importance, hence feelings of others are not all that important to them, often times trampling and in Kou’s case, using these said emotions to their advantage and stringing a set of manipulations to his advantage.

☆Relationships

Family

Ruki Mukami

↪ Being the eldest of the family, it’s no secret that Kou as well as everyone else deeply respects him. As prideful as Kou can be, he knows that even if he can’t solve everything, he could rely on his eldest brother to help him when things get too desperate for him to handle alone. Ruki is aware that Kou is reckless and a troublemaker that easily draws attention, hence he would be quite stern to warn his actions during most occasions.

Kuron Mukami

↪ The newly inducted member of the family that has rather unique love hate relationship with Kou. Often times, they would be seen together in shoots or on stage as the dynamic duo, on other occasions they would be having arguments and disgruntlemets around the house. Their connection isn’t that far from that of a brotherly bond despite Kuron joining the household later on and him being the second idol within the family.

Yuma Mukami

↪ A steadfast and down to earth brother that everyone can rely on. If Ruki were the leader and mediator, Yuma would be the caretaker that does the most helpful work to preserving the house, tending to the gardens and at most times, the meals. He treats Kou rather bluntly and they have a connection that makes them seem more like friends as they would banter a lot and have fights over the tiniest of subjects, erning them scoldings from Ruki.

Azusa Mukami

↪ The youngest within the family that everyone, including Kou himself, pampers and gives the most care towards, being one with quite the inclination to harm himself. Despite so, Kou has an eager tendency to bully and tease his younger brother from time to time, but all within the bounds of brotherly love as he would try to get his more self-kept brother to be more open and expressive like himself.

Karlheinz

The vampire king is both the savious and benefactor for the brothers, all of them receiving their immortal gifts from his own blood, as such, they have dedicated their lives for the purpose of pursuing the master’s plan for the Adam and Eve Project. Kou himself, receives a more extraordinary and personal gift from the lord of the underworld, his gemmed right eye that grants him the abliteies to read the hearts of men, all this for which Karl was helping Kou understand and open his heart to the world. As such, Karl had also served as a pseudo mentor to Kou personally.

Sakamaki

Despite being the children of the vampire king, the Mukami brothers very often clash and have major disputes with the spawn of their lord, this can stem from their hatred for the nobles and their status as aristocrats, as well as their almighty assumption that they should own and take everything that they can. They don’t necessarily get into unnecessary fights with each other, often times they would keep to themselves, whilst working together during the most dire of situations is possible when needed.

無神家の輝く偶像—☆𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬★

The Shining Idols is the product of the dynamic duo between Kou Mukami, The Dazzling Pink Idol, and Kuron Nakashiki, Mr Sadistic Cat himself, also the two known remarkable existence that exists like two bright shining stars in the Mukami household where both of them are most commonly seen in multiple projects, ranging from dual featuring albums, partnership photoshoots, as well as multiple big and small film productions that feature their collaborations together. The main reason for their partnership started with the purpose of increasing the charisma of any project they were in. When they are seen and scouted together, they seem to be powerful together like an unstoppable dynamic duo, emitting the air that says "Don't mess with us".

🔒𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉🔒

☆Backstory

Since a young age, he had been forced to live and fend for himself as he was left abandoned and alone in the sewers, surviving on scraps in the dark as the world outside went through war after war and changes. Thus such, the source of his greatest nightmares that went on for years as he spent his time alone in the dark, before he was finally found and retrieved back to the outside world. His whole perception would change as he would be subsequently brought to live in an orphanage in town, where both his dreams and nightmares continued.

Continuing his days as a common boy in the days, his exceptional beauty even as a child plus his unnaturally fast healing, would attract himself to become the prized pet of a dementing high class township, where he would gain he infamous 'give-and-take' with each night of torture that he endures as a plaything for those that would pay the run down orphanage, and with each passing day where he would be rewarded for his 'services', endlessly. For a while, this would be his source of contentment since he could get good food and stay as long as he endured the worst.

During one of his worst days, he would come across a tiny black kitten being bullied by the other children. His own sense of self made him step in to protect it at the expense of his own body. Such since then, perhaps touched by the child, the kitten would spend almost every day with the young Kou, becoming inseparable and irreplaceable friends that would care for each other. (This would also serve as the basis for the reason why Kou happened to be so infatuated with all cats in the future). One day on one of Kou's nightly services, it would all occur as usual until seemingly it was going too far when one of the nobles were about to beat him with a wine bottle and the kitten had jumped forward in the nick of time to defend him, however ultimately, the kitten would be killed from the impact.

The devastation of the lost of his friend would drive Kou back to a stage of pain and grief, where the darkness almost made him kill himself, if not for the intervention by Ruki, that makes him come to his senses. Over time, with the acquaintance Ruki as well as Yuma and Azusa, the now band of brothers that have grown closer together over time, would eventually grab their chance to run away together from the hellish orphanage, where they would be chased along the way, before finally coming across with Karl Heinz, who gave them sanctuary as well their new future together as the Mukami brothers.

☆Headcanons

≫Not many know but sometimes when Ruki kicks Kou out to return cats away, he'll eventually bring them to his personal cat hotel, where there's a whole shop's worth of them.

≫Despite the multitude of accessories he owns, he almost never changes between them. Hence, he still owns a full box of unopened items.

≫He eats food that's dropped on the ground, it's a habit—usually during brain fart moments. He gets a lot of scolding from the others but he proceeds to eat them like nothing happened.

≫He may have one of the higher body counts out of everyone of the known vampires since he's quite the 'active' fellow. But it's not just the sexual kind…if you get the ghist of it.

≫Little do people know, he does have a few specialty black clothing that he keeps in the closet that just knows are a to die for clothing, he just saved them for a particular event so not to spoil the image and surprise.

≫Kou does actually have a favorite kind of bread that he doesn't even know he would love. This is because of an incident in his past that made him feel comfort from a single bite, and until he tastes it again, he would never realize he loves it.

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“It's everyone's favorite charming pop idol —Kou Mukami the 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥☆ reporting in. Let's get along together from now on, shall we, M Neko-chan?~”

"You must know who I am right? I'm suuuper duper famous! It's your loss if you don't even recognize me, you're basically being graced by the presence of a shining idol and you don't even know it, you should be grateful for that!"

“So why don’t we have some fun~ As long as you listen to me and do as I say, you'll be just fine during your stay. And when I do give you any gifts, you better have something else prepared to return as a token of favour to me.”

“After all...”

"It's a mere world of Give and Take…”

-*:･ﾟ✧(=✪ ᆺ ✪=)*:･ﾟ✧

[sholtiscapstone]

No. 5 Progress Update!

Hey, everyone! 

I hope you’re all doing well with your projects so far. Time is flying by and we’re almost at the end. For me, things haven’t been exactly what I wanted them to be in terms of timing but I’m still feeling confident I can get this wrapped before our last week deadline. It’s been taking some hours away from my sleep but that’s all worth it lol, and not that big of a deal. 

As for any hurdles I’ve faced, I’ve had some personal things take me away from my time on the project. I’m putting the time back into it though, and I’ll get everything back on track in no time. Realistically, I believe we still have so much time left to accomplish things, so if you’re stressing over our time frame, don’t worry about it. It’s better to be patient and finish the race a little bit later than you expected you would, then to give up and not finish at all. 

I’m also feeling more confident I can get things done quicker now after my check-in meeting with Sharla today. Lately, I’ve been gathering footage from the films my interviewees mentioned as I was considering adding in the characters they speak about in our conversation, but Sharla recommended that I should avoid doing that, as it takes away from the discussion. Super good advice, and it also helps me just focus on editing my interviewees. I’ve already chopped up the episodes, but the hardest part overall is adding in the different angles to the correct time. It’s a very meticulous task. Also, color-grading them to appear similar has been tricky, as I feel like my eyes have been bugging out on me. Thankfully, I have friends I can use as guinea pigs. 

Moving on, another topic that came up during my meeting with Sharla was my YouTube page that I’m going to be doing my posting on. I made one tonight and plan to upload everything there, so I’ll link it on my account for future reference! 

Then, for my visual component of this update, it’s a little different than a straightforward attached image. Instead, I’m going to link a project I did last semester in a short film class. I was lucky enough to have the chance to try and do a rough draft of what I wanted my capstone to look like back then. It’s awesome to see how much it’s changed since then. Instead of doing one-on-one interviews it’s now a group project, there’s no outside footage, and the questions aren’t the same either, as my new talk story series allows the interviewees to guide themselves more than anything. I can’t wait to do a full reflection on this experience because the change is pretty significant, but I love my current concept way more, which I didn’t think would happen lol. 

Females in Frame - CM 353 cut

Other than that, I’m getting back to work and planning to spend a few more hours tonight editing since I’m off of work tomorrow, so much sleep isn’t required. I hope you all are on track with your projects and seeing the results you want. And again, if anyone needs help feel free to reach out to me for whatever. You can email me through Laulima if need! :)

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to write a character with glasses

A guide for anyone wanting to write characters with glasses, but doesn’t know how yet.

 Different types of visual impairment

Near-sighted – not being able to see stuff in the distance

Far-sighted – not being able to see stuff up close

Presbyopia – easier in German: Altersweitsichtigkeit = elderly far-sightedness, not being able to read small print when you’re older, sometimes end up being far- and near-sighted at the same time

Astigmatism – light is not focused evenly on the retina, results in distorted and blurry vision

it’s also pretty normal to have different prescriptions for both eyes, one being stronger/weaker than the other one

 Different types of visual aids

Eyeglasses with actual glasses – easier to break, so more dangerous, can be grinded and polished differently than other material

Plastic glasses – lighter than the real glass, not that easy to get damaged

Reading glasses – only needed for reading and driving

Monocle – old-fashioned aesthetic

Bifocals – glasses that correct presbyopia, bottom is seeing closer, top for seeing in the distance

Contact lenses – different types (post about it coming soon)

 How to write it?

think about what kind of visual impairment does your character have?

what are they able to see?

can they see basically everything, but cannot read correctly?

can they see enough to get by, but cannot read and drive and get headaches without their glasses?

can they only see blurred images and colours?

do not change it halfway through the story! Choose their impairment and then stick with it.

what are situations where the glasses could hinder them?

are they doing a lot of sport, are they getting into fights, situations where they don’t want to wear them for aesthetic reasons?

can they not do something because of their impairment? (joining security forces, driving big trucks, etc.)

are they annoyed that they have to wear them? Are they only wearing contact lenses or are they just avoiding wearing anything even though they can’t see everything?

you don’t have to make a big deal out of your character wearing glasses, but it does play a big part in your character’s life

remember to put in a few references about it here and there throughout the story

things to consider

glasses fog up

through temperature changes

while going outside or coming in

while sweating

glasses need to be adjusted

they will never stay where they are supposed to be

especially when moving around and keeping your head down

the character will need to adjust them from time to time and push them up again

glasses need to be cleaned a lot

everything will make them dirty

best option are specific cleaners

if you don’t have them handy a shirt will have to do, but it needs to be the right material, synthetic stuff is not working

people with glasses will ask their friends for their shirts if they have to

sunglasses, swim goggles and 3D glasses are impractical

3D glasses need to be over the glasses and it can be tricky to get it right

sunglasses need the right prescription and then you would have to change glasses every time you enter a building

there are clips that go over the normal glasses, but they have to be exact to look fine

swim goggles can also be with prescription, but you would also have to get your glasses as soon as you’re out of the water to take the goggles off and still see enough

there are also special glasses for other sports (it’s not great to do sports with real glasses, because if they break it can severely damage your eyes)

times where you have to take the glasses off

when showering

when going to bed

when putting on shirts with a tight neckline

glasses are expensive

some insurances pay for them, a lot don’t

the worse the eyesight the more expensive they get

glasses and frames are two different things and get sold separately (you can have really expensive glasses in a cheap frame or vice versa)

you also need a spare pair of glasses, if you lose yours or they get damaged (often this is just an old pair, where the prescription is no longer strong enough)

more things to consider

a new partner cannot just take the glasses and throw them to the side, when the fun starts, if it leaves the character without being able to see properly, there needs to be some more trust there

people will take the glasses and put them on, yelling ‘OMG you’re really blind!’ and then ask you how they look like, especially funny when you really can’t see them

people asking ‘how many fingers can you see?’

light hits differently, which means you see light differently and also, it’s hard to take good pictures with glasses

rain is a nightmare, it’s like driving through rain without a windshield wiper

having to be careful on roller coasters and other stuff, because they can and will fly off

especially with astigmatism it’s hard to drive at night

going to the hair dresser can be annoying when they take your glasses off and then ask you if that’s the right length to cut it and you can’t see it

you cannot lie in bed (except on the back) without the glasses pressing uncomfortable in your face

mascara definitely will end up on the glasses and getting that cleaned is a nightmare

wearing hats, beanies, giant headphones and even facemasks can be extra annoying, because the arms of the frame will get in the way

you can get headaches from not wearing your glasses, from the pressure of the frame of the glasses and from wearing new and therefore glasses with a stronger prescription

small children love glasses, as soon as they can grab stuff, they will yank them off your face if you let them get close enough

kids will tease you about them, but after middle school it’s not really a thing anymore (mostly and as adults it’s really nothing special)

glasses have blind spots on the sides and top and bottom, so you sometimes have to move your head more

Tropes

Blind without glasses and dropped glasses

I actually only have sharp vision for a distance of 10 cm, which means I would not get home save if I had to cross a street to get to my building without glasses

but I very rarely lose my glasses

so, the trope of someone not being able to see without them is correct in some cases, but it’s definitely not hilarious and there are not often situations where they are just without glasses and fumbling around

Being smart

people wearing glasses can be just as dumb as everyone else

try not to make the only one wearing glasses be the smart kid

The Cure

often found in fantasy books, people will somehow get cured from needing glasses

getting some superpowers that eradicate their visual impairment and ‘fixing’ them

The Makeover scene

I love makeover scenes just like everybody else does

but: it’s not really cool to see the ‘ugly duckling’ suddenly becoming a beautiful swan by throwing away their glasses

and it’s impractical, if they just put them away and it was established that they can’t really see that well without them it’s just stupid to leave them at home

if they get new and cooler glasses, the person giving them to them would have needed to know their exact prescription, glasses are expensive and it takes time before they are ready

if they wear contact lenses from now on, they would also need to know the prescription and if they have never worn contact lenses before it will take some time to get used to putting them in and wearing them

Finally… please write characters with glasses. This sounds like a lot of hassle, but for most people it’s the most normal thing in the world. Studies show that soon half the world population will need glasses and I still didn’t really have a cool girl with glasses as a role model in literature when I grew up. It’s just another form of representation and I hope I can help you with this post to create some cool characters!

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[lachesis-games]

DEMO

You are a young, talented Assistant Curator at the Crocker Art Museum located in Sacramento, California. You have just been put in charge of your first exhibition, “Eye of the Beholder,” which is focused around the inexplicable feeling that comes with romanticizing the mundane world around you. The success of this project will prove your passion and dedication to your field, and you feel you’ve really outdone yourself this time.

With the help of a few all-nighters, Red Bull Cold Brews (exactly what it sounds like), and a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, a small, lesser-known museum in France has agreed to loan you a statue called “Trouvaille.” The exhibit’s centerpiece is not a particularly famous work. It’s not ethereal like David of Michelangelo nor does it have the historical significance of Venus de Milo, but there’s a human warmth beneath that statue that makes it seem like an immortalization of an old friend or a person you’d meet on the street.

One evening after a particularly traumatizing event, you find yourself seeking out the warmth in Trouvaille’s outstretched hands. The next thing you know, you have a very naked, very familiar person on top of you. You’re left with an amnesiac and an empty pedestal, and all of a sudden, losing your job becomes the least of your concerns.

Choose your gender, sexuality, appearance, and more

Figure out why Trouvaille came to life and how to deal with your new roommate

3 RO’s in the first game, romanceable by players of all genders

Romance your best friend since high school, an amnesiac former statue, a magical hedonist, or have purely platonic relationships

Get (affectionately) bullied by an introverted witch while she teaches you how not to die

Prove the beauty of humanity in a world filled with fantastical creatures

Learn that the real treasure was the friendships you made along the way, probably

Love Interests -

Jackie Romero - 23 years old - [m or f] - Your loud, impulsive roommate with a big heart. Jackie has been your ride or die since high school. They’ve stood by you through each and every one of your cringey phases, and while they couldn’t resist making fun of you, they know you like the back of their hand and you’ve never doubted how much they care for you. They are a lean person of Spanish descent. They have green eyes and short black hair (bob for female, short on the sides and long on top for male). Jackie is about 5′8″/173 cm.

“Trouvaille” Name Selectable - [f, m, or nb] - Well, you thought they were - you know - a statue, but clearly that’s no longer the case. Soft-spoken and kind, Trouvaille is the living equivalent of a Disney princess. Animals love them, even the grumpiest person smiles when they walk by, and someone has handed them a baby on more than one occasion. They may have no memory of their life before becoming the statue, but they do their best to thank you for your hospitality while they get their living situation sorted. They have caramel colored hair and eyes, olive skin, and their height is based on gender (f!5′6/168 cm; m!5′10″/178 cm; nb!5′8″/173 cm).

Theodore/Theodosia “Theo” Desrosiers - 28 years old - [m or f] - The owner of a popular nightclub downtown who gives you their contact information one day at the museum. They connect you to Antigone, a taciturn witch specializing in healing magic in hopes that she can lend her aid. Theo is an enjoyer of the “finer things in life” as they say, and they’re rolling in cash to keep up with their lavish lifestyle. They keep their cards close to their chest and are a matchmaker of sorts who makes connections between clients and people of a particular skillset. Although they’re a useful ally, they mostly do things for their own amusement, which makes their allegiance shaky at best. Standing at 6′0″/183 cm regardless of gender, Theo is a native Londoner, audible in their posh accent, they have a rich dark skin, a high nose, and dark eyes framed by long lashes.

Jace Romero - 27 years old - [m] - Jackie’s second oldest brother. You’ve interacted with him more than a few times during your career as Jackie’s closest friend and you can choose whether you’ve developed a crush on him during that time. He’s a firefighter who expects only perfection from himself but is supportive of the people he loves. He has short black hair, hazel eyes, and is 5′11″. The Romero family resemblance is clear, except for the fact that he has his mother's eyes.

Additional Characters -

Antigone Celeste - Physically 24 - [f] - A witch that runs her own apothecary/plant nursery “Ipomoea.” Theo connects you to her in hopes that she can help you out with your predicament. A hardcore introvert, she’s an extremely talented, if not somewhat stoic, healer. Is she rude or is she just candid? You can decide that for yourself. Antigone has warm golden brown skin, mercury gray eyes, and short, wavy black hair. She is a shortie at 5′2″/158 cm, but that little body contains some of the most potent healing magic you’ll ever encounter.

Dakota Park - 25 years old - [m] - It’s unclear what exactly Dak’s species is, since he doesn’t fall into any category you’ve learned and he’s been uncharacteristically closed off about it. He’s a social, fun-loving dork of a guy who is double-majoring in architecture and archaeology. It’s a wonder he still has a will to live while doing so. Even with his busy schedule, he’s the type to drop everything to listen to your problems when you’re having a bad day. Born to a Scandinavian mother and a Korean father, he has medium brown hair, one dark brown eye, one orange eye, and smooth honey toned skin.

[yuriko-mukami]

Character

GENERAL

Name: Tsukino Yuriko

Kanji: 月野百合子

Kana: つきのユリコ

Name explanation: 

月 (tsuki) - moon

野 (no) - plain, field

百合 (yuri) - lily

子 (ko) - child

White lilies were her mother’s favorite flowers and her white hair reminded her mother of the said flowers

Name in the Rukiko RP: Mukami Yuriko

Kanji: 無神ユリコ

Kana: むかみユリコ

Age in the canon story: 19 (physically 18)

Age in the Rukiko RP: 21 (physically 18)

Birthday: February 13th

Sign/Zodiac: Aquarius

Nationality: Japanese

Species in the canon story: A Kitsune from her mother’s side, a human from her father’s side. She has one tail.

Species in the Rukiko RP: She used to be a half-Kitsune but was turned into a full Kitsune by Inari o-kami. She grew the second tail at the moment of the turning.

Blood type: AB+

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bi

School in the canon story: Ryoutei Academy, 3rd year

School in the Rukiko RP: The University of Kaminashi where she's studying literature

Voice Actor: Kakazu Yumi (嘉数 由美)

APPEARANCE

Hair: Yuriko has white short hair with sky-blue tips. Her hair is slightly curly and fluffy, sticking out to the sides of her head.

Eyes: Teal in their human form, amber-yellow in their Kitsune form. Yuriko has silver-framed glasses. When her eyes are teal (human eyes) she has nearsightedness, hence she needs glasses to see far. But when her Kitsune eyes activated she doesn’t need glasses. So far, she hasn’t been able to transform her eyes at will.

Height: 159,50 cm / 5’2ft

Breast size: C cup

Moles: One right under her right eye, one next to her belly button, and a few on her back and arms

Body type: Pear, she has a bit more booty than boobs.

Scent: Yuriko doesn’t use perfumes because those are too much for her sensitive nose, but there is a hint of pine in her scent. If she has spent a lot of time forest, there might be other forestry-like scents lingering too. Because Yuriko loves both lavender and vanilla shampoo, her hair usually has a delicate scent of either one of those. And of course, there is a faint feral scent of Kitsune in her. Though only other supernatural beings and some animals are able to smell that. When she transforms either partly or fully into her fox form, this feral scent becomes her main fragrance. 

Clothing Style

At school, Yuriko wears Ryoutei Academy’s school uniform, but she usually leaves the blazer out and uses a beige cardigan instead. The cardigan gives her a safe feeling of hiding. 

In her free time, Yuriko prefers wearing clothes that are both comfortable and cute. She likes feminine style and usually wears a skirt instead of pants. Though sometimes she likes to wear shorts too. She loves light tops but covers herself often with her signature pink cardigan, but she also likes to wear off-shoulder shirts and sweaters. 

As for underwear, Yuriko prefers comfortable panties and bras with tiny printed patterns (i.e. flowers, hearts, ribbons…), but she also likes lace. So, every now and then, she chooses fully laced underwear, these days more often because she knows that Ruki enjoys seeing her like that.

Yuriko likes light blue, baby pink, white, black (not with tops), occasional light green, and pastel colors in general.

PERSONALITY

Yuriko is a kind and sweet girl who tries to see the good in everybody. Still, she has trust issues because of her past experiences and she struggles to see her own value. Usually, she puts others before herself and tries to please them, sometimes neglecting her needs and wishes. It’s possible that she can even put herself in a dangerous situation to please and keep someone in her life.

Art made by @equinox-86

MBTI: INFP

INFPs may seem quiet or unassuming but they have vibrant, passionate inner lives. It’s common for them to lose themselves in daydreams, inventing all kinds of stories and conversations in their minds. Usually, they are rather creative and imaginative but also sensitive; they can have profound emotional responses to music, art, nature, and the people around them.

Because INFPs are idealistic and empathetic they yearn for deep, soulful relationships, and they wish to help others. Still, they may sometimes feel lonely or invisible, adrift in a world that doesn’t appreciate or understand them. They tend to avoid conflicts, so they don’t always talk openly about things that are bothering them. Instead, they might try to solve the problem on their own but sometimes they just focus on making other people happy, to the detriment of their own priorities and sense of self.

Strengths

Empathetic

Generous

Open-minded

Creative

Passionate

Idealistic

Weaknesses

Unrealistic

Self-isolating

Unfocused

Emotionally vulnerable

Desperate to please

Self-critical

FAVORITES AND LIKINGS

Drinks: Hot cocoa, green tea/matcha, melon soda

Sweets: Anything with red bean paste, chocolate chip cookies (made by Ruki)

Food: Vegetable soup, pumpkin soup & fried tofu / kitsune udon (made by Ruki), in AU stories she doesn’t have a favorite food

Flower: White lilies

Scent: Lavender (and Ruki)

Places to be bitten: Shoulder, neck, and inner thigh 

Art made by @cutelih

NSFW likings

vanilla things

both soft, gentle making love and rough fucking

being sub

getting slapped

getting choked

being tied up

being dirty talked

having her hair pulled

receiving and giving oral

being teased

being bitten/marked

RELATIONSHIPS

Canon Story Boyfriend: Mukami Ruki (Yuriko’s canon story)

Exclusive RP Ship / Husband: @ruki-mukami-dl (Rukiko)

Ex-Girlfriend: Hizashi Haruko (YuriHaru)

Mother: Tsukino Hisoka (deceased)

Father: Tsukino Keisuke

Brother: Tsukino Yuuto

Sister-in-Law: Tsukino Nalia

Nephew and Niece: Tsukino Haku & Mei

Found Family: The Mukamis

Yuriko's relationships with canon characters

Read Yuriko's Story

His Possession (More, Blood)

Her Calamity (Dark Fate)

Their Elysium (Lost Eden)

HISTORY

Before Yuriko Was Born

Yuriko’s parents, Keisuke and Hisoka, fell in love with each other and they had a happy relationship at first. They got married and a few years later, their son, Yuuto, was born.

When Yuuto was 4 years old, his eyes turned to the same shade of yellow as his mother’s, but that wasn’t all. His fingertips started to go fiery with blue flames whenever he got angry. Hisoka told Keisuke she was a Kitsune and revealed that Yuuto must have inherited her powers.

Unfortunately, Hisoka also told her family about their son, and the Kitsune came for him. They left Hisoka alone though but made sure that she knew what kind of punishment would await her if she ever came back to the Kitsune realm in a far corner of the Demon World.

Childhood

Hisoka told Keisuke she wanted another child, but Keisuke didn’t agree. Even though he didn’t like the idea, Hisoka got pregnant with Yuriko.

Yuriko was only one year old when her eyes turned yellow and her foxfire activated.

Though Keisuke didn’t ever ask for a daughter, he paid for a magical operation to block her powers. He decided he wanted his son back and do the same operation for him. He never forgave his wife.

After the operation, Yuriko lived a rather normal childhood and made a couple of friends in kindergarten and grade school.

Yuriko was close to her mother, and they did a lot of things together but her mother felt distant and sad. Yuriko figured that it was somehow her fault, so she always tried to be better.

Keisuke was nearly never home and when he was, he wasn’t really interested in Yuriko. Still, Yuriko considers that her childhood was at least happy enough.

Middle School

When Yuriko became a teenager, she started to realize better that there was no pleasing her father. Nothing was ever good enough no matter what she did, yet she still did her best.

Her mother tried to be there for her, but she felt distant and depressed more often than earlier.

The only place where Yuriko had a chance to shine was school and she got good grades in most of the subjects, but English was always hard for her.

In the last year of middle school, Yuriko met Haruko, a fiery girl who had the most beautiful smile in the world. They became fast friends, though slowly Yuriko started to realize that there was probably more to it. She knew her father would never accept her dating a girl, so she did her best to hide her feelings.

Around this same time, Yuriko entered a mystical forest as a fox in her dream. There she met another white fox, and they ran through the woods together. These dreams started to occur regularly, and the white fox began to feel like a friend to her.

Back then Yuriko had no idea that the fox was actually Yuuto, her big brother, whom she had never even heard of.

After Yuuto had learned his dream walking skill, he tried to connect with his parents, but instead, he ended up drawing Yuriko into his dream space, the In-Between.

At first, he didn't know who she was but by creating the connection he was able to enter her normal dreams too. Finally, he realized that Yuriko was his little sister he had never met before.

Sprite made by @ruki-mukami-dl from original Rejet art

High School

Yuriko and Haruko ended up in the same high school and grew closer really fast. Before midterms, Haruko asked Yuriko to meet her behind the school where she confessed and asked her out.

Even though the mere thought was scary Yuriko said yes. Girls decided to hide their relationship at school, but they spent almost all their free time together and shared their first kiss when they went on a trip to the ocean shore during summer vacation.

At the same time, things went even worse at home. Yuriko’s father was around even less than before, and her mother didn’t seem to be motivated to do anything anymore. 

Yuriko decided to concentrate on school and Haruko. But in the autumn that became hard too.

At first, Haruko started to want things Yuriko wasn’t ready to give her, and that led to arguing.

Then their classmate saw them holding hands and kissing in a corner of a small café, and rumors started to spread throughout the school.

The bullies followed soon, and while girls tried to stand against them, it was useless.

In the end, Haruko broke up with Yuriko and finally transferred to a different high school before the year ended.

When Yuriko’s second year of high school started, she was still devasted because of Haruko. That affected her grades, but she still tried her best in school. She didn’t have friends anymore because the girls thought she was a freak who was after them.

Later that year Yuriko’s mother went suddenly missing, leaving only a note where she asked Yuriko to take care of herself and her father.

What Yuriko didn’t know back then was that Hisoka wanted her redemption and went back to the Kitsune, trying to get Yuuto home. She never came back because her relatives punished her for running away. 

After that bullying got even worse, and Yuriko eventually stopped going to school.

She spent most of her days in the library reading books, drowning herself in gothic romance novels which were a dark and intense but great escape from everything.

Another safe haven for her was her dreams of the white fox. Sometimes she felt like the fox was trying to talk to her, but she couldn’t understand him.

Yuriko stopped to live her life and absorbed herself in books and dreams. Naturally, she failed her third year, and her father was furious at her.

Keisuke had been tracking down the Kitsune ever since his wife went missing, and by the time Yuriko failed her third year, he had found out that the entrance to the Kitsune realm was somewhere near Kaminashi City.

Keisuke got a job in the city and transferred Yuriko to the local high school, the Ryoutei Academy, without knowing what kind of students there were in that school.

Keisuke had also found Hisoka’s diary and knew now that the Kitsune had fewer females than males. He became sure that he could get his son back if he would give Yuriko to her relatives.

Keisuke's only problem was that he couldn’t contact the Kitsune and didn’t know the exact location of the gate to their realm or how to open it. Hisoka’s diary only revealed that Keisuke needed the Kitsune blood to open the gate, but he had it in Yuriko’s veins. The key and the commodity in the same package.

Ryoutei Academy

In her new school, Yuriko soon ran into an excellent student who took a sudden interest in her and especially her blood. Mukami Ruki decided to make her his possession.

Ruki saw Yuriko as mere livestock with surprisingly tasty blood, but when their destinies slowly entangled with each other, she became much more than that.

From Yuriko’s point of view, she had finally met someone who wasn’t going to leave her no matter what. Though this person happened to be a vampire who scared her at first, in the end, she was willing to give up her old life and start forever with Ruki. And because of him, she could reveal her true heritage, too.

CG edit made by @cutelih from original Rejet art

[x-xenn]

❐ ▏ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

❐ ▏ 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈.

❐ ▏ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 [ 𝟐𝟏𝟑 𝐜𝐦 ], 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

tease.

you're a big teaser. not just to Arthur but every one else. but mostly Arthur.

being very tall has it advantages and disadvantages.

you could tease people all you want, putting things higher for them to reach and all that. but they could also tease on you too. everything is just so small in your hands.

Arthur likes to tease you that your bed is too small for you.

but he immediately shuts up when one of your giant hands cups his face, and bring it closer to yours.

" not so powerful now ain't ya~ ? ".

" he- hey now, everyone's watching- ".

he becomes putty in your hand all of a sudden.

when you first join the gang, most of them were intimidated by you. there are people in the gang that is already very tall, Dutch [ 191 cm ], Arthur [ 188 cm ] and so on. but you seem to take it to a whole new level. you were standing taller than everyone.

you also bought a big horse, bigger than everyone's horses. even regular handguns look small in your hands.

sir what did you eat as a child ?.

you did most of the heavy lifting for the gang. carrying stuff to the cart when the gang is moving to another place and so on. it's now common if you're not doing anything, someone would ask you to help them carry something.

Arthur adores your hands. it's bigger than his and really soft, compared to his rough ones.

you wear gloves everywhere you go, you liked keeping your hands clean. it's also one of the reason your hands are soft.

Arthur just loves holding your hand, without gloves. he would trace his fingers along the veins that's visible on your hand, or just kiss it.

again, your hands are bigger than his. and he just turns beet red when you put your hands on his hips in front of everyone. he likes it nonetheless, but it's not like he'll admit it.

he likes it when you hug him, from the front and back. your large frame fits perfectly with his.

Arthur appreciates all the effort you gave for this relationship. he himself might not be the most affectionate person but he is trying his best to return it.

a couple years back you made it official. with your savings, you bought the both of you a nice golden ring. to which he gladly accepts.

you both are the most loving couple in the gang. the others often found you guys just sitting beside each other a bit away from camp talking sweet with each other.

you're all smiley when near each other, soft hand gestures, loving gazes, silent i love you's throughout the day. how could the gang members not notice all of this ?. it's practically out in the open !.

out in the open means the gang members would tease you both for it. they absolutely will.

" can ya stop bein' all lovey dovey with each other ? it's makin' me sick ! " - Bill.

" you bastards will just lovin' each other till' ya die won't ya ? " - John.

" oh my ! there's no little Arthur anymore ! " - Dutch.

" how does it feel to be towered over huh Arthur ? bet it felt bad " - Sean.

" ya might be able to love each other now, for God knows how long it'll last " - Micah.

it's Micah being Micah, he's sour about everything.

fear not because the gang support you fully. it's rare for people in the same sex to get married, but you have the gang to shield you from all the hate.

you and Arthur aren't ashamed of it. you married the love of your life for fucks sake. hell yeah you're going to be proud of it.

you often hunts for the gang, every other time when Dutch hasn't sent you on a heist you'd be hunting. there's a lot of mouths to feed and no room for slacking.

Arthur is not the best at expressing things. but he's putting effort into being more affectionate with you.

it's adorable really, seeing him try so hard.

© x-xenn

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜰʀᴀɪɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ / ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

[the-bau-quinjet]

what about doing a steve x reader? maybe where the reader gets hurt during a mission by hydra?? just an idea!! xx

He’s Like a Brother to Me

Summary: Pretending to be a couple for a mission is normal, so why is your Captain so upset?

Warnings: being injured on a mission, kissing, a swear word or two

Word Count: 2202

a/n: My first request!! To the anon that requested this, thank you! I hope you like it :) Sorry if it's not angsty enough! I really tried, but once I got this idea in my head I ran with it. 

Also! I didn't do my normal tag list since y'all requested to be tagged when I was only writing Criminal Minds fics. Just lmk if you want to be tagged in marvel or CM or both!

"The mission is simple. You two will go to the gala as newly weds, pretend to be interested in more than the charitable events of the evening, figure out the chain of command for the weapons dealing, and put a stop to the weapons dealing assholes." Tony laid out the plan as if nothing could go wrong.

You turned to the super soldier on your left, relieved to find a matching grimace on his face.

"We have to pretend to be a couple?" You asked, turning back to Tony.

"Yes. The invites we secured are for Mr. and Mrs. Farley, so you two will be Mr. and Mrs. Farley for the evening. Any other questions?" Before you could chime in with the 17 questions in your head, Tony kept talking. "I didn't think so. Your clothes have already been dropped off to your rooms, so get ready. You'll have Rogers and Wilson doing surveillance in case anything goes wrong." Without another word, Tony forced you and Bucky out of the room.

"I guess I'll see in an hour, husband." You tried to joke, but your smile didn't meet your eyes.

"Same to you, wife." Bucky's face held a similar expression as you both turned your separate ways to get ready for the gala, trying to put the awkwardness behind you.

You and Bucky have been incredibly close ever since he first came back from Wakanda. You became fast friends since you are both so close with Steve.

It was easier for Bucky to open up to you than he anticipated, and in part it's because you remind him of his sister. Similarly, Bucky is like the older brother you never had. The two of you mesh, in the most platonic of ways.

He is there to tease you about your not-so-secret crush on Steve, and your there to help Sam come up with more annoying nicknames (starBucks being one of your favorite to date).

When it comes down to it though, you look out for each other. Of course, that won't make pretending to be a couple any less awkward.

-

You and Bucky enter the gala just after 8:00 pm. The large hotel ballroom is lit up by three enormous chandeliers, spaced throughout the room, with small sconces lining the outside walls. There are round tables around the outside of the room, framing a large open space for dancing.

People are mingling in small groups scattered throughout the room, waitstaff wondering around the room in precise lines to ensure anyone who wants a drink has access to one.

With a deep breath, you link your arm with Bucky's, laughing at the surprised look on his face.

"We have to at least try to sell it." You whispered in his ear, trying to play it off as a cute couple-y thing. "Even if we'd both rather be anywhere else." That comment earned a laugh, easing the tension from his shoulders.

Steve's voice in your ears refocuses you on the mission. "We just got video feed from the security cameras, so we have eyes on you now." You would have sworn you could hear an unfamiliar strain in Steve's voice as he spoke, but you chalked it up to just being nervous for the mission. "Try to mingle, figure out who's in charge."

Mingling was easier said than done. Every time the two of you tried to talk to anyone, the conversation was awkward and tense. You just didn't know how to answer questions about falling in love with each other. Ultimately, you decided eavesdropping was your best bet. Bucky pulled you to the dance floor, whispering in your ear as he held you, "dancing is the perfect cover for moving around the room."

You nodded your head in response, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"What are you doing? I said to mingle, not dance." Steve's voice in your ears surprised you. Normally, he'd stay quiet unless he received intel that could help with the mission or noticed something for you to look into.

"We're listening to other conversations, relax punk." Bucky's voice was light as he spun you around, closer to the most suspicious people you've found thus far.  

"What time is it happening?" The woman seemed nervous as she checked her watch.

"A few minutes. Relax, we'll meet them down the hall at 8:45." The man was calm and collected as he took her hand, leading her across the dance floor and out of the room.

"Guess that's our cue." You stated the obvious as you and Bucky went to follow them out of the ballroom. The couple turned down a side hallway, pulled out a key card, and entered a room, about halfway down.

You and Bucky made quick work to reach the room, pausing outside to listen in. You heard the couple, along with an unfamiliar voice.

"Do you have them?" The unfamiliar voice asked.

"We do. They're hidden in another room down the hall." the woman again sounded nervous.

"You" the unfamiliar voice must have pointed at someone, "go get them. Your wife will stay here to keep me company. Make it quick, Hydra has more important things to do."

Yours and Bucky's eyes went wide at the mention of Hydra. This mission wasn't supposed to have anything to do with them. Before you could react, footsteps could be heard coming toward the door. You had a few seconds max to figure out a way to hide.

With no other options in sight, you pulled Bucky across the hallway into the world's most awkward kiss. When the door swung open, you pretended not to notice, too lost in your "relationship" to care.

The man you saw earlier walked a few doors down before entering another room. You pulled back from Bucky, wincing slightly at the expression on his face. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't think of anything else to do to make it look like we weren't listening..." You trailed off.

"No, no it's fine. It was the only option." Bucky cleared his throat, still slightly dazed and very thrown off.

"Could the two of you stop staring at each other and get back to work?' Steve's voice was again present in your ears, and this time he was definitely angry.

"Right! Right, of course. Let's go." You awkwardly pushed off the wall, moving down the hallway to the room you saw the man enter. On the count of three, you burst into the room together. It was easy enough to over power the lone man in the room, but you and Bucky were still a little shaken up after the kiss. You handcuffed him to the bedpost, taking the key card he used earlier and moving back down the hallway.

After a brief, awkward eye contact, Bucky opened the door with you rushing in behind him. The only two people in the room were the two you heard earlier, making for a fairly easy take down.

"Cap, we got 'em. Two in room 217 and one in room 223." You started to fill him and Sam in, unsure if they still had eyes on you. At that exact moment, three more Hydra agents ran in from an adjoining room, catching you off guard.

You yelped when the gun went off, surprised at the sudden noise after thinking the mission was over. You and Bucky managed to take down the three agents without much more difficulty.

"Scratch that Cap, five in room 217." You again began filling him in, but the room started spinning. Your voice was wavering when you collapsed, the last thing you heard a mixture of Steve's voice in your ear and Bucky's in person calling your name.

"Y/N!" Then everything faded to black.

-

"What the hell happened in there?" Steve and Bucky were standing just outside of the med bay. After you collapsed, Bucky realized you had been shot in the stomach. While other Shield agents came to collect the men you had stopped, Bucky carried you to the quinjet, meeting a pissed looking Steve at the door.

The two didn't talk at all during the short flight back to the compound. It wasn't until you were in the med bay receiving medical attention that Steve rounded on Bucky.

"There was never any indication that more agents were there. They caught us off guard! I didn't even realize she had been shot until after we had them contained." Bucky was beating himself up. He let his guard down, still trying to get over the lingering weirdness of you kissing him.

"Caught you off guard? Buck-" Before Steve could yell anymore, Dr. Cho came out to talk to them.

"Y/N will be fine. She lost a lot of blood, but she should recover relatively quickly. She'll likely wake up in the next half hour." Dr. Cho got straight to the point, trying to ease the nerves of the two super soldiers.

"Thank you so much. Thank you!" Bucky called over his shoulder as he ran into the room, planting himself by your side. He may be weirded out by the kiss, but he knows you were too. You're still like a little sister to him, nothing could stop him from being there for you when you wake up.

Steve followed Bucky into the room after thanking Dr. Cho and briefly discussing the timeline for your recovery.

"As I was saying. Caught you off guard? I've never seen you caught off guard before." Although he was whispering so as not to disturb you, his words were nearly venomous. "The two of you let your feelings get in the way of this mission."

The look of guilt already present on Bucky's face multiplied tenfold. "You think I don't know that? I should've seen it coming. If I wasn't distracted I could've stopped them before Y/N got hurt."

You woke up at some point, hearing Bucky blame himself. Instantly, you wanted to ease his worries. "Hey," the two men turned to you, concern clear on their faces. "It wasn't your fault, Buck. I was just as distracted. Neither of us saw it coming, even though both of us should have. It doesn't matter though, because we got them, and I'll be fine." You sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in your abdomen.

"How can you say that? Of course it matters! You could have died, all because Bucky was too busy making heart eyes at you to-" Steve's words were cut off by identical sounds of laughter from you and Bucky.

"Heart eyes?! Oh my god, that's hilarious." You stuttered out the words between laughs. Steve look so confused, you couldn't help but laugh at his cute expression.

Every time you thought you were done, one look at either Bucky or Steve had you laughing again. "Oh god, make it stop! It hurts to laugh!" You pouted slightly, begging Bucky to stop laughing and Steve to change his expression.

Finally, Bucky reined it in enough to speak. "I was distracted because Y/N like a little sister. It's definitely a bit distracting to feel like you just kissed your sister" You and Bucky each made a face of disgust as you looked at each other.

Meanwhile, Steve had a look of complete shock on his face. "Wh-what? You two aren't ... ya know?”

Again, you and Bucky share looks of disgust. "God, no. He's like a brother to me."

"Yeah, I love Y/N like a sister. I'm definitely not in love with her." Bucky agrees.

Steve's expression is sheepish as he tries to explain himself, "but, but after the kiss you were staring into his eyes like you were in love!"

"We most definitely were not." Mumbling under your breath, you kept talking "his aren't the blue eyes I'd like to lovingly stare into."

Steve was shocked into silence by your statement.

"I think that's my cue to leave." Bucky wore a smug grin as he slapped Steve on the back, uttering a quick "good luck, punk" before leaving.

It was quiet for a minute, neither of you quite sure what to say.

"Who's blue eyes do you want to stare into?" Steve broke the silence, shuffling closer to sit on the side of your bed.

"What?" It took you an embarrassing amount of time to realize you said that sentence out loud. "I said that out loud?" You threw your hands up to cover your face, mumbling about being an idiot to delay having to answer.

"You did. So... who's blue eyes?" Steve's demeanor quickly shifted from shy to confident. He slowly moved your hands off your face, tilting your chin up to look into your eyes. One look had you confessing all your secrets.

"Yours. It always been yours." He rubbed his thumb across your cheek, leaning in closer to you until your foreheads were touching.

"Let me take you on a date." His words were barely a whisper, the warm air from his breath sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

He leaned in closer, barely brushing his lips over yours. "I need words, sweetheart."

You pushed forward, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.

"Yes."

[cyberspace-of-gods]

Characters

「お前ら、もうちょい真面目にやってくれ、頼むから！！」

“Can’t you guys be a little more serious?! Please?!”

Leon Haishiki (Pronounced: Lay-ohn Hai-shiki. M, available to Female MCs) ・Age: 21 ・Appearance: 5’7” (175 cm) with a muscular build. Has slightly tanned skin with a scar on his right cheek, and many more on his body. Messy, short dark brown hair with an undercut and sharp golden yellow eyes. Smiles widely and fiercely, and coupled with his physique, comes off a little intimidating. ・Description: Level-headed, mature and cursed with eternal bad luck, Leon tries his best to be a good leader to his team, though more than not, is teased for acting like a nagging parent, and ends up being less put-together than he would like. Due to his zero experience with love, when someone he likes approaches him, all his calmness flies out of the window.

「あの時も、全部俺のせいだ。だから、俺が正さないとダメなんだ」

“That time, it was all my fault. That’s why I have to fix this. I have to.”

「騙しゃれた方が悪かに決まってんばい。なぁ？」

“Of course, it’s on them if they fall for it. Don’t you think so?”

Asumi Itazu (Pronounced: Ah-sumi Eeta-zu. M, available to Male and Female MCs) ・Age: 19 ・Appearance: 5’9” (180 cm) with a lanky, willowy build. Has pale skin, shoulder-length blonde hair which he wears in a half-up, and slightly hooded red eyes. Looks like a sleazy bandman, which to be fair, isn’t far off. ・Description: A mischievous prankster and rebel at heart, Asumi loves to tease people and rarely takes things seriously, with the exception of a few. As of now, he’s content to drift through life and see where it takes him. A smoker (which is illegal since he isn’t 20 yet), but faithfully sticks to lollipops around others.

「あぁ、せからしか。全部忘れて、俺と一緒に溺れみん？」

“Ah...fuck. Say, do you wanna forget everything and drown with me?”

「ふふふ、ほら、今日も精一杯ぶっぱなそか」

“Hahaha, alright then. Shall we go crazy today as well?”

Shian Ganna (Pronounced: She-ahn Gun-nah. F, available to all MCs) ・Age: 20 ・Appearance: 5’4” (165 cm) with a slim and curvaceous build. Has porcelain light, smooth skin, with waist-length auburn hair and flirty jade-green eyes behind red rimmed glasses. Gives off a very dainty, lady-like aura in contrast to her true personality. ・Description: Being one of the many children of a very rich family in Japan, Shian was raised to be a prim and proper lady. Which is why around those she trusts, she acts with the subtlety of a car crash. Honest with her desires and armed with her sophisticated lady laugh, those who pursue her might find themselves opposite of the barrel instead.

「家族のしがらみなんて、早う断ち切ってしまいたいわぁ」

“The bonds of family...How I wish to cut through it all.”

「こんなザコに時間かけてんじゃねぇよ。さっさと進め」

“How much time are you gonna waste on small fry like that? Move.”

Rino Haga (Pronounced: Lee-no Hah-gah. Non-binary, aro-ace, so unromancable to any MC) ・Age: 19 ・Appearance: 5’1” (156 cm) with a petite and skinny build. Has an almost sickly pale skin tone, with short, choppy black hair and sunken blue eyes that look like they’re always judging you. Never seen without their wireless headphones around their neck. ・Description: A super smart gamer who wants to be a NEET, Rino is the type that can spend all their time in a dark room. They rarely show any emotion other than boredom, but will start to talk more and faster when excited or angry. Has a fixation on strangely flavored food.

「今までずっと一人だった。だからいらねぇよ、んなもん」

“I’ve always been alone. So I don’t need something like that.”

「まぁ、終わり良ければ総て良し、だね！」

“Well, all’s well that end’s well!”

Ikuto Nokuwa (Pronounced: Ee-ku-toh Noh-kuwah. M, available to all MCs) ・Age: 18 ・Appearance: 6’0” (183 cm) with a lean build. Has tan, brownish-skin, pale purple hair with two braids framing the side of his face, and light pink eyes. Always has a friendly smile on his face. ・Description: Friendly and unassuming; when people see Ikuto, they see a genuine good guy who is effortlessly charming. He’s playful but never overstepping, bold but never arrogant. According to Oumi, his partner, though, Ikuto is both a nerd and a jock with a secret obsession that he holds very close to his heart.

「怖い、怖いよ。本当の自分を見せるのが、拒否されるのが、そんなの、耐えられない」

“I’m terrified. Showing how I really am, being rejected, I don’t think I’ll be able to take it.”

「…で？用がねぇなら話しかけるな」

“...So? Don’t talk to me if it isn’t important.”

Oumi Suriishi (Pronounced: Oh-mi Sulee-eeshi. M, available to all MCs) ・Age: 20 ・Appearance: 6’2”(190 cm) with a slim-looking build, which is deceiving because he is absolutely toned. Has pale skin prone to sun-burns, long shiny black hair that he ties into a low ponytail, and dark coal eyes with a permanent scowl. ・Description: Though he has a delicate and pretty face, Oumi’s grumpy attitude has driven more than a handful of people away. Maybe it’s a testament of Ikuto’s charisma that he managed to befriend Oumi, or maybe it’s proof that there’s more to the angry ‘Yamato Nadeshiko’ than what meets the eye.

「ごめん。俺のせいで、っ、こんなつもりやなかってん」

“Sorry. Because of me, I  ー I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

「ふっ、どんな化け物だろうと この『闇夜の者 』の敵ではないぞ」

“Hah, no matter the monster, they are no match for this ‘One of Midnight’!”

Hiyori Utsumi (Pronounced: He-yoh-lee Uu-tsu-mi. F, available to all MCs) ・Age: 18 ・Appearance: 5’1” (157 cm) with a petite and slim build. Has light skin and faint freckles on her cheeks, dark blue hair that ends slightly below her shoulders and faint purple eyes. Has a tendency to strike certain poses. ・Description: Those who passed through eight-grade will know of a famous syndrome. Hiyori is stuck in that phase, and coupled with her huge passion for mythology, she is a geek, through and through. However, she isn’t dense to social situations, and keeps everything under wraps until appropriate, as much as she doesn’t like to.

「もう、隠すのは嫌だよ。なんで、私は私のままじゃダメなの。大人は、好きなものが好きでいちゃいけないの？」

“I don’t want to hide anymore. Why can’t I just be myself? Are adults just not, allowed to like what they like anymore?”

「どうしたの？なんか困ってるなら手を貸そうか？私、これでも結構聞き上手なんだよ！」

“What’s wrong? Do you want my help with something? I’m pretty good at listening to people, you know!”

Ume Sakurada (Pronounced: Uu-meh Sakura-dah. F, available to Female Mcs) ・Age: 19 ・Appearance: 5’0” (155 cm) with an athletic build. Has beige skin that’s usually tanned, fluffy short light reddish brown hair and wide orange eyes. ・Description: Energetic, cheerful and loud, Ume is a person who thrives around other people. Her reactions are often big, so people find her very easy and fun to tease. True to her herself, Ume is always honest and has a big heart of gold.

「これじゃだめだ。あの子の痛みはきっとこんなのよりずっと酷かった。だから、私もー」

“This isn’t enough. Her pain must’ve been far worse than this. That’s why, I ー ”

「言っとくけど、私は好きに動くぞ。ついてこれるならやってみな」

“I‘ll warn you first; I’m going to do whatever I want. Keep up if you can.”

Yuria Renge (Pronounced: Yuu-lee-ah Lehn-geh. F, available to Male MCs) ・Age: 21 ・Appearance: 5’5” (170 cm) with a average build. Has light skin, long green hair that she wears in a high ponytail and slightly narrow light blue eyes. Gives off a smart, but slightly uptight atmosphere. ・Description: Being laded with responsibilities since she was young, Yuria is a natural leader concerning her peers and family. But when she’s with her friends and free to make the dumbest decisions possible, she will. Do not rely on her to hold you back from skydiving, because she’ll be the first one flying off the plane.

「勝手に期待すんじゃねぇよ。私は私だ、他の誰でもないんだよ」

“Don’t get disappointed when I’m not what you expected. I’m no one else but myself.”

「これじゃまだまだ足りねぇよな？ほら、もっと 空に届くほど でっかくて すげーもん作るぞ！」

“This isn’t enough, not yet! Come on, we’re gonna make something big enough to reach the sky!”

Tatsuya Ukyō (Pronounced: Tah-tsu-yah Uu-kyou. M, available to Male MCs) ・Age: 22 ・Appearance: 6’3 (193 cm) with a broad shouldered muscular build. Has beige skin, bright red hair that’s slicked back and sharp green eyes. Sometimes has bits of paint on his cheek and hands. ・Description: Loud, bold and assertive, even without meaning to, Tatsuya usually ends up as the most eye-catching person in the room. He strives to be the pinnacle of what he considers ‘explosive enough to blow up the Tōkyō Skytree’. He’s also an artist, but his fashion tastes can be very…unique.

「邪魔じゃねぇ、俺は無意味な存在じゃない。俺は、ちゃんとここにいる、生きてるんだ」

“I’m not useless. I’m right here, I’m alive right here.”

「…かわいいものは、好き。だから、好きなものを作るだけだよ」

“...I like cute things. So, I’ll make what I like.”

Setsuna Tenrai (Pronounced: Seh-tsu-nah Tehn-lai. F, available to Male and Female MCs) ・Age: 23 ・Appearance: 5’9” (180cm) with a lanky build. Has pale beige skin, wavy long light blue-grayish hair and droopy dark blue eyes that makes her look sleepy all the time. ・Description: A former model, Setsuna is a stoic, cool person with a burning passion for sculpting. She rarely leaves her workshop, content on honing her craft, so being the polar opposites they are, people often wonder how she and Tatsuya are friends.

「どこに行っても、目が、視線が集まる。あぁもう、面倒くさいな」

“People stare. They keep following me. It’s all so, troublesome.”

「さぁ、言ってみろ。君の本当の願いは、何かな？」

“Now, tell me. What is your true desire?”

Amane Kamiya (Pronounced: Ahmah-neh Kah-mee-yah. Same gender as MC, unromancable, but…) ・Age: 18 ・Appearance: 5’2” (160 cm) with an average build. Has very pale skin, straight white hair that ends at their shoulders, and their eye color is a mystery as their eyes are always closed. Can be compared to a plotting fox. ・Description: Your roommate, Amane, is very enigmatic. They are talkative, yet reveal nothing, cheerful but strangely distant. One thing is certain; they are an employee of SIPHE, and the reason why you’re roped into the virtual reality business in the first place.

「これが自分という人間だ。失望した？それとも、最初から期待してなかったかな？」

“This is who I am. Were you disappointed? Or were you not expecting anything in the first place?”

[dearestones]

Akudama Drive Matchup: Swindler

Warnings: Fluff. 

@hisredhysteria Request: Hey Devin!! May I get a romantic match-up for Akudama Drive? Any gender please ~

I'm 5'2 (about 157 cm), have dyed black hair, blue/green eyes, and a smaller body frame.

As far as hobbies go, I enjoy writing, reading, editing, talking to friends/my brother, giving myself tarot card readings, coloring, baking (even if I'm a little questionable at it), annnd...keeping an eye out for items I'd like to buy in the future? I'm a huge sucker for fall related activities too!

As far as interests, I love Melanie Martinez, anything of the horror genre, Alice in Wonderland, hurt/no comfort and occasionally hurt/comfort. Reading up on psychology, cats/bunnies....or really any cute animal. True crime as well—

Worst 5 traits to spice it up? I'm too curious to the point I almost come off nosey about others, I can tend to procrastinate a lot, attachment issues, I can be stubborn in certain situations, and I'm a little too lenient with boundaries if I like a person a lot.

Thank you Devin, I hope this wasn't too long I really tried my best to condense it— OH AND *insert something about your fish boys here* 🥰

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Hi there! After reviewing the information given, I think your best match is none other than our leading lady Swindler!

Swindler absolutely adores your cute style and height! Your dyed hair frames your face and she’s absolutely in love with your eyes. Do they change color when the light hits them? Does it become more green or more blue depending on your mood? Seriously, please put Swindler’s curiosities to rest, it’s rare for her to see such pretty eyes such as yours. 

Swindler isn’t sure if she believes in reading the future, but she’ll indulge in your interests and maybe ask for a reading now and then. Will there be a sale on her favorite clothing brand tomorrow? Can she expect that her job will get more stressful because there’s been a recent breakout of Akudama? 

Sometimes, Swindler asks out of jest, but she’s genuinely curious about your cards. What does this man mean? Or this pretty lady? Oh, does this combination of cards mean something bad?

If you ever feel comfortable with it, please let Swindler read your stories! Or maybe, you can even read your stories aloud for her! Either way, Swindler will love and appreciate your talent and hard work. Swindler isn’t one to always sit still and read, often preferring a visual medium or physical pursuits, but she thinks that your eloquence is awe inspiring. And if you happen to read for her, she’ll think you're cute… and possibly swoon with laughter if you try to speak in your characters’ voices. 

Oohhh, keeping an eye out for things to buy in the future? Swindler can say the same thing! She’s very thrifty at times, but can be self-indulgent and impulsive when the mood strikes her. Do make sure that Swindler has enough pocket money for when the both of you go shopping or else a certain takoyaki lady out there might chew you both out for not having enough change. 

Swindler is more of a romcom kind of person, but if you happen to watch horror movies, please hold her hand. She can take a lot of things, like blood and guts and gore, but the second there’s a jump scare, she’s going to jump into your lap and hide her face into your neck. It doesn’t matter if there was a space between the both of you when you start watching. Once the horror starts, there is no going back. Swindler will vault herself over the depths of hell just so she can cuddle into your body to hide herself from cheap tricks and terrible acting. 

Speaking of cuddling, Swindler herself is a cuddler. She doesn’t always initiate, but she will look at you with the largest doe eyes you will ever see and you will have no choice but to indulge in skinship. 

She’s also a sucker for forehead and nose kisses, so please do so!

As a surprise, Swindler takes you out to cute places where you can pet the animals there. Whether it’s a pet store, a cat cafe, or even to pet sit for a neighbor’s dog, she’s going to make sure that you have your fill of cuteness and fluff. Be sure to tell her if you have any allergies or have any aversion to animals—she doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable! 

Once Swindler gets a raise, she’ll buy you any Alice in Wonderland themed merch she can find. (And maybe, she gets some for herself because even she can’t deny that the aesthetic is kind of cute). 

If you’re insecure about your flaws, fear not! Swindler is a compassionate and understanding person. No one is perfect and Swindler is willing to love you no matter what. She loves you for you—both the good and bad. That said, Swindler will easily indulge in your curiosity about herself and be willing to compromise with your stubbornness. As for your issues with procrastination, Swindler can also relate. (She was not always the best student out there!) She’ll make sure that you get things done on time and deliver the appropriate amount of support when needed. 

Finally, Swindler also has issues with personal boundaries. Despite that, she’s a communicative person and once she realizes that you need help with the same problems, she’s willing to talk it out and establish boundaries. It’ll take time and effort on both your parts to make the relationship work, but as long as both sides are willing to compromise and immediately tell the other if they have done wrong, then you can be assured that you’ll be safe and happy with Swindler.

All in all, your relationship is cute and adorable on both sides. 

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AKUDAMA DRIVE MASTERLIST

[writing-in-april]

The Best Time to Wear a Striped Sweater

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Where does the Spencer’s sweater from the first episode go?

A/N: yes, I know I sound like a child for the title 😂 I couldn’t think of another title lmao it just stuck. This is my first fic for my 1000 follower celebration!! Any bonuses for today will be posted after this fic 🤫 This one’s a little bit on the short side compared to the rest of the main fics this week, I didn’t want to make it longer it felt right to end it where I stopped. Requests are open and thank you for reading!!! And- thank you all for 1000 followers

Warnings: non just fluff 🥰

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.04k

I loved the striped sweater that Spencer wore frequently to work. It was dark burgundy in color with thin horizontal stripes that were black and cream. It looked like it may have been vintage, maybe he had either picked it up from a thrift store or he had owned it for a very long time.

It was amusing to think of a younger Spencer wearing the article of clothing, as the sweater was already slightly baggy around Spencer’s lanky frame. It was just big enough that when he didn’t push the sleeves up, they fell down his wrist to make slight sweater paws.

Whenever he wore the striped sweater I wanted to steal it from him to be able to experience the warmth of the article of clothing. It was his favorite sweater as he had said many times before and it was my favorite on him.

What had prompted my thoughts about Spencer’s adorable sweater was the fact that he had left it slung over his desk chair in the bullpen. It was late at night in Quantico and I was the only one left working on the rest of my paperwork from our last case, which had been dealing with a duo named Richard Slessman and Timothy Vogel. Spencer had looked so adorable in the sweater while we had worked the case and I couldn’t stop thinking about it for long enough to finish the last little bit of my paperwork.

After I had gotten up to get another cup of coffee, that would hopefully be my last for the night, I stopped at his desk to look at the sweater for a moment. Impulsively I picked the sweater up and began to put it on, but not before I let the fabric run over my fingers a few times.

As soon as I slipped the sweater over my frame I was enveloped with warmth, it felt like Spencer was right there with me. The sweater smelled distinctly like him and was exactly what you’d expect Spencer to smell like. It smelled like I was in an old vintage coffee shop, curled up on one of their plush loveseats while I sipped from a coffee and read a book.

I was already in love with it from afar, but now I was unequivocally obsessed with the burgundy jumper. I hugged my arms around my frame, then sitting down in the desk chair he had left the apparel on.

I kicked my feet off to spin the chair counter clockwise to spin around in the chair like Spencer did on occasion whenever he was thinking. Mindlessly I spun around in the chair for a few minutes until I got a bit dizzy and let the chair slowly stop spinning. When it creaked to a halt I looked up from the ground and saw Spencer with a curious look on his face, guess the office wasn’t actually empty after all.

I was mortified, I quickly shot up from his desk chair and frantically began speaking,“S-sorry I’ll take it off. I’m so sorry, Spencer.”

Initially silence was all I got in response to my words, he still held a curious look on his face as I began to pull the sweater up over my head. Once I had pulled it off my frame I hesitantly handed it back over to him, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. It was well known that he didn’t like to be physically touched most of the time, I should have known that it translated to his personal property. My racing thoughts about how I would now have to transfer out of another unit because I couldn’t respect boundaries were halted by the feeling of another hand touching mine. Turning my head I looked down to see if what I had thought I had felt was true. Sure enough, Spencer’s hand was delicately placed over mine, even his thumb was rubbing soothing circles into my hand that was clenched tightly into the sweater fabric.

I opened my mouth to say something, but was beaten by Spencer blurting something out, “It looks better on you than it does on me.”

“Thanks Spencer.” Were the only words I managed to squeak out at first before I continued, “Umm- I’m sorry for putting it on without asking and sitting in your chair.”

“It’s ok. I- umm, don’t mind as long as it’s you.” The thumping of my heartbeat was so loud in my ears I could barely hear his words, and once I realized what he had said the thumping only increased. The fact that he wanted me to wear the sweater sent my heart swooning. “Hey- um, I want you to keep it.”

“Keep what?” I was confused. Surely, he wouldn’t give me his favorite sweater.

“T-the sweater.” He stammered then trying to push the sweater back into my arms, but I refused letting my hands drop to my side in refusal.

“I couldn’t take it from you Spencer, it’s your favorite.”

“I think I like it better on you.” He handed it back to me with more force, making sure I couldn’t refuse his offer. “And, I’ve got plenty more.”

I finally agreed to his offer and started to slip the sweater back on, I won’t lie it did feel nice to feel nice and cozy again. A little bit of my confidence came back as I said with a smirk after slipping into it’s cozy confines, “I’ll be sure to ask next time I want to steal any more of your sweaters.”

Before turning back to finish the rest of my paperwork I caught the red blush that deepened on his cheeks. Hopefully, he’d let me steal any more of his sweaters or cardigans that I set my eyes on, and maybe I’d get to keep Spencer eventually as well. As I finished my paperwork at my desk across from Spencer’s I was wrapped up with the warmth I had craved earlier, which definitely helped me finish my work faster. The best time to wear a striped sweater was definitely all the time.

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All works:

@shotarosleftpinky @oreogutz

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@calm-and-doctor @destiny-tsukino @safertokiss

[sooibian]

So Let's Runaway - Prologue

photocreds @tuanzie​

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Fem!Reader ft. bff!Chanyeol

Genre / Themes: Fluff, mild angst, travel AU, road trip through Spain, travel buddies Chansoo!

Warnings: Themes of grief / loss, heartache, toxic relationships, strong language, i guess..

Description: An unlikely group of three comes together for the journey of a lifetime.

A/N: This fic is part of @supermwritersnet​ “Around the world in 31 days event”. Inspired by the Hindi movie Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. Uploading prematurely so as to stop obsessing over the prologue and get cracking on the travelogue which requires a tonne of research. Let me know if you’d like a tag on the upcoming chapter(s) due for upload on 19th July 2021.

Word Count: 3k *unedited*

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Doh Kyungsoo had dragged his feet up the endless flight of stairs seeking solitude...not drama.

A stranger, just one misstep away from a fatal fall, was the last thing he’d expected to find on the rooftop of Seoul’s Park Hyatt at three in the morning. He slipped the rooftop access key card (that he’d borrowed from the security guard in exchange for a 50,000 won bill) in the back pocket of his trousers while simultaneously dwelling on the depths of the rot of corruption. He had half a mind to turn away and forget that he’d just seen someone contemplating their existence on the ledge of a highrise but there was something about you that rooted him to the spot. Dressed in fine evening wear, you’d stretched your arms out like wings as you looked up at the vast expanse of midnight blue, the wind kissing your wild, waist length hair. From his standpoint, you looked oddly at peace.

Kyungsoo had never been an idealist or a victim of the white knight syndrome. He wasn’t one to delve into the ethical and philosophical conundrums for most things in life because to him it was all just a waste of time. Seeing you on the parapet filled him with neither sympathy nor worry. It was your life after all and with it you could do whatever you deemed fit as long as you weren’t inconveniencing others. Scratch that.

As long as you weren’t inconveniencing him.

But right now, unbeknownst to you, you were inconveniencing Seoul’s hottest financial broker, Doh Kyungsoo.

He wasn’t invisible to the hotel’s security cameras and being labelled suspect in an abetment to suicide investigation wasn't exactly what he was looking for after the day he’d had. Albeit inebriated and heavy-eyed, he could effectively calculate the logistics involved in pulling you off the ledge with the cacophony of the omnipresent Seoul traffic drowning out the sound of his footsteps.

Bracing himself for superficial bruises from the impact of falling to the right side of the precipice with the weight of an adult human pressing down on his 173 cm high frame, he took off his custom tailored blazer (that had been flown in from Vietnam especially for that evening) and folded it in half, making sure that the lapels touched. Some habits are hard to shake. He put the blazer on the ground as a makeshift floorcloth for the rest of his belongings. With his back facing you, he allowed himself a moment's peace as he loosened his tie, languidly rolled the sleeves of his pristine white dress shirt up to his elbows, freed himself off the Rolex Cellini on his left wrist, his Bottega Veneta fine leather wallet, and the cursed Tiffany Blue Box that he simply couldn’t bear to look at anymore and neatly placed them all on the blazer.

Letting out a deep exhale, he muttered curses under his breath before turning to your silhouette only to find it...gone.

Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed and then immediately grew into large circles as he grappled with the shocking turn of events. An inexplicable heaviness bloomed in his chest and he felt sick to the stomach which, in a state of denial, he chalked up to the dubious mixture of spirits he’d downed not too long ago.

Before he could find his bearings and figure out what to do next, a light tap on his shoulder made him jump. His jaw went slack and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest to find you casually smiling at him. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to climb onto the very same ledge and scream into the void but he simply stood there, mouth agape, wanting to say a million things but he could hardly muster a peep.

Reading the confusion painted across his sharp, well defined features, you uttered an unsure, “Hi?”

“I thought you’d jumped,” he whispered, head tilted to the side, his compelling, bloodshot eyes locked with yours.

“Says someone who’s unusually jumpy,” you jested, but your expression immediately turned solemn when you caught the tremble in his right hand. “Are you on something?”

There came about a sudden shift in his aura. Hands on hips, he deadpanned, “Why? Are you with the cops?”

“No, don’t worry,” you let out a soft chuckle and he started scrambling for his things, “How long have you been standing here?”

Hastily stuffing everything into the pocket of his well fitted trousers, he muttered something along the lines of ‘Chaos. Just chaos everywhere!’

Leaning into his frame, you quipped, “What’s that?”

Alarmed and goggle-eyed, he snapped, “Nevermind,” and turned towards the exit.

“Hey! You seem to have forgotten something!” You called out after him upon finding his blazer on the ground, the silken sheen of it reflecting a myriad of citylights.

No answer.

“I wasn’t going to jump!” You yodelled childishly but the man was long gone.

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Seven Hours Earlier

“Natasha -” Kyungsoo huffed.

The feather light Tiffany 1873 Blue Box in his left hand had suddenly started to feel like a giant boulder weighing down on his entire being. The sparkle of the uncut diamond reflected in his misty eyes as her uncharacteristically stoic silence left him struggling for words. He searched Natasha’s face for a hint of mischief...he so desperately wished for her to crack a sly smile and pull him in for a kiss and whisper ‘Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!’ against his lips like they do in the movies, that he’d almost started to imagine it. It had to have been some sort of an ugly prank.

What reason does she have to turn me down? he wondered.

Kyungsoo breached the uncomfortable spell of silence with a desperate plea, “Say something!” the throbbing in his head intensifying by the second.

Did these three years mean nothing to you? What did I do wrong? Do you hate the ring? Is this not the kind of proposal you wished for? Is it because I left the bathroom lights on all night? Or is it because I forgot to wish your mother on her birthday? A flurry of questions spawned in Kyungsoo’s mind only to die at the tip of his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Kyungsoo, but I can’t do this. I just -” Natasha spoke finally. Gingerly shifting the weight of the box onto the ebony restaurant table, she slammed it shut as if the ring had been eyeing her lecherously.

Meeting Kyungsoo’s gaze almost defiantly, she declared, “Kyungsoo, I don’t think that I could be the kind of wife that would make you happy and I don’t think you could make me happy either.”

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Two Weeks Later

Setting your eyes on that distinct pair of Dumbo ears, you excitedly weaved through the peak hour coffee shop crowd with an Iced Americano held firmly in one hand. Slamming the beverage down on the table, you engulfed his giant frame in a back hug and squealed, “Park Chanyeol!”

His wide eyes turned into even bigger brown circles and his mouth rounded into an ‘o’ in surprise. Grinning, he got off the uncomfortably tiny coffee shop chair and wordlessly pulled you in for what was famously known in Uni as a ‘Classic Chanyeol Hug’. You didn’t know how much you missed it until you felt your worries immediately dissipate into nothingness.

He hugged you a little tighter the moment you started to pull away before taking your hands in his and stooping down to your eye level. “Shifu, my love! You’re back in Seoul?!” Chanyeol exclaimed with all the love in the world sparking in the depths of his dark eyes.

Even after all this time, it felt as if nothing had changed….you’d suddenly been whizzed into a not-so-distant ‘Gothic architecture and coffee shops’ past in which a cotton candy haired boy, dressed in a pair of freshly ironed beige chinos and a plain white tee, smiles his sweetest smile simply at the sight of you. Chanyeol always felt like home. Funnily enough, even more so at the moment.

Giving him a good natured smile, you nodded in response, albeit cringing a little on the inside. Having been President of the martial arts club back in the days, you got stuck with an ingenious moniker “Shifu” which you clearly couldn’t shake off even after half a decade since graduation. You did a double take when your gaze veered to acknowledge the person seated opposite Chanyeol who, dressed in an ivory business suit, almost blended into the background. Just the way you could spot Chanyeol’s ears from a million miles away, you could recognize those eyes anywhere and right now they were shooting daggers at you.

“OH! Hi!”

His response to your greeting was a curt nod accompanying a vague hand movement, something between a hi and a failed facepalm.

At this Chanyeol guffawed, “You two know each other?”, his keen gaze rapidly flitting between the two of you.

“Yes -”

“No -”

While gesturing you to take a seat at their table, Chanyeol slumped into his chair and pursued the conversation in a voice laced with amusement, “So which is it?”

You gave your head a little shake, signalling Chanyeol to drop the topic since his friend had made his apprehension quite evident with an unambiguous “No” when asked if he knew you. Which...wasn’t entirely untrue. Even though Chanyeol now seemed to be on the same page as you, for good measure, you deflected his question with a polite, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Absolutely not!” Chanyeol assured, deftly steering the conversation back to you, “We could actually use your advice on something but first, Shifu, look at you! How long has it been? Five years?”

“Five years!”

“Wahhh! What brings you back to Seoul?”

With a wistful smile, you answered, “Appa passed away in April...”

“Oh, I’m- I’m so sorry -” stuttered Chanyeol, immediately placing his hand on your arm and giving it a light squeeze. From the corner of your eye you noticed Chanyeol’s friend chewing on his bottom lip and listening to this exchange with rapt attention.

“No, no, it’s erm...we’re doing okay now, I guess-”

It had been two and a half months but every time you talked about it, a black hole burgeoned right in the middle of your chest, sucking you within itself and rendering you breathless. You still hadn’t picked up the art of condoling the “condoler”. What were you even supposed to say to the faultless “I’m sorry”? Who came up with condolence jargon, anyway?

“I’m sorry we haven’t been in touch - ”

“Oh, please. You know how it is after Uni, isn’t it,” you turned to Chanyeol’s friend to make him feel a little less left out, “what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” he answered in a clipped tone while mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Yah!” Chanyeol chastised him with a deathly glare before continuing with an impish smile, “He’s Doh Kyungsoo.”

“Ah! So he’s Doh Kyungsoo! I’ve heard a great deal about you!” Your enthusiasm invoked a quick cursory smile from him. Doh Kyungsoo had apparently made it his life’s mission to make this unexpected rendezvous as icky as possible, leaving you to wonder if Chanyeol had ever discussed your brief relationship with him. Ex-girlfriend meets best friend? Not an ideal scenario in any part of the world.

Chanyeol and you had gone out for a couple of weeks towards the end of freshman year until you both realized that you were much better off as friends. Despite being joined at the hip in Uni, the two of you had gone your separate ways after post-grad. While he returned to Seoul to join the family business, you’d stayed back in Milan to explore job opportunities. Messages and phone calls became few and far between and it wasn’t long before both of you had completely lost touch with each other.

And it wasn’t until you met him again that you realized how desperately you needed a friend considering everything that had been going on in your life. You selfishly wished for Kyungsoo to leave you two to catch up on all these years spent apart but clearly that was a lot to ask considering how tacitly territorial he seemed to be getting about Chanyeol.

“So what was it that you wanted to talk about?” you asked in another feeble attempt to water down the rancour.

Chanyeol’s features flared into a bashful smile but the moment he opened his mouth to speak, Kyungsoo held a hand up to him and insisted, “Allow me to spare you the blushes,” before starting to explain the situation in an uncharacteristically eager tone, “This idiot is getting married in three months -”

Boisterously thumping Chanyeol’s back, you showered him with congratulations which he accepted with a shy ‘thank you.’

Kyungsoo continued, “- and we have a road trip planned for next month. As per the pact -”

Head tilted to the side, you shot, “What pact?”

“Some stupid pact that I have no memory of - ”

“That you conveniently have no memory of!” interrupted a salty Chanyeol.

Kyungsoo grimaced. Rubbing the corner of his eye, he continued with a heavy sigh, “It was supposed to be the three of us...Chanyeol, me, and our school friend Yixing.”

“Oh, okay?”

“So Yixing fell off a tractor and broke his back -”

“Oh, my gosh!” You exclaimed.

Kyungsoo’s mouth fell open. “I wasn’t there but I’d bet my ass that’s exactly what he said at the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait, wait, slow down, why- how- a tractor?”

“He quit his CEO position to become a full time….farmer,” deadpanned Kyungsoo as if it was the stupidest thing Yixing could’ve done which rubbed you up the wrong way and coloured your otherwise neutral expression.

“He basically did what Kyungsoo doesn’t have the balls to do,” quipped Chanyeol, lips stretched into a gremlin-like grin. Kyungsoo returned his jibe with a strike to his arm causing him to let out a dramatic wail thus inviting the attention of everyone around you.

But none of it deterred Kyungsoo. He continued nonchalantly as if presenting a well crafted business proposal, “Since one of us is unavailable it only makes sense to postpone the trip and that’s exactly what I’ve been asking Chanyeol to do but he just won’t listen.”

“You’re getting married in three months and you’re taking this road trip next month. Will you be left with enough time for wedding planning?” you reasoned with Chanyeol, well aware of the kind of family he belonged to and the kind of weddings these families planned.

“Mr. Park here was way too eager,” Kyungsoo butted in.

“Shut up, Kyungsoo!”

“Wahhh you must really love her ~ ,” you sang, moon-eyed.

“Clearly. He couldn’t even wait for the rest of us to finish singing the birthday song for his Eomma.”

“What?”

“Yeah! He popped the question to Aera right in the middle of it.”

“WHAT!”

“That’s a story for another day,” replied Chanyeol in an atypically calm tone, “but you’re right, Shifu, it’s not enough time and that’s why I’ve been asking this idiot to just -”

“All reservations are for three. It logistically makes more sense to reschedule,” declared Kyungsoo with a hint of finality in his tone.

It didn’t. It definitely didn’t make more sense to reschedule but as gullible as Chanyeol was, he said nothing to counter Kyungsoo’s illogical argument.

“Are you sure your friend Yixing would be okay with it, Yeollie? I’m sure you can wait for him to get better and -”

Firmly setting his jaw, Chanyeol looked you square in the eyes and stated, “It's now or never.”

Kyungsoo stole a glance at you and cleared his throat, hesitance betraying his voice when he spoke again, “Chanyeollah, you’re only getting married stop talking like you’re terminally ill.”

Chanyeol's expression softened to convey an implicit plea causing you to tweak your suggestion, “The two of you can still go? I’m sure Yixing won’t mind.”

But Chanyeol hit you with an unexpected proposal. He asked, “Do you want to come?”, in a tone that was way too serious for a road trip.

“What? No!”

“Why not? You’re here and - “

“- and Yixing’s not,” interrupted Kyungsoo.

Ignoring the sarcasm in Kyungsoo’s voice, you turned Chanyeol down gently, “No, Yeol, it’s just- it doesn’t make sense, bub.”

“Why not? We leave in a month and that’s plenty of time to get all your travel docs in order -”

“Travel docs? You mean….insurance?” You asked hesitantly.

“Yeah! Insurance...you won’t need a visa, though.”

“Visa? Yeah, obviously I won’t be needing a visa. Why would I need a visa for a road trip?”

Chanyeol slapped his forehead and wondered aloud, “Oh, shoot! We didn’t tell her, did we?”

Kyungsoo gave his head a little shake, prompting you to ask, “Tell me what?”

“It’s a road trip through uhhh northeastern Spain -”

Chanyeol’s elaborate account of the itinerary was drowned in the whirlpool of emotions that erupted within you at the mention of the country. That part of your life you had locked away in the deepest, darkest corners of your consciousness now stared you straight in the eyes, forcing you to acknowledge a reality far too jarring for your fragile state of mind. You took a sip of your long forgotten beverage to centre yourself but it didn’t take a genius to know that something was up.

Placing a hand on your head, he asked softly, “What is it, Shifu? I understand if you can’t leave Eomma alone at this point...”

“It’s not Eomma,” you took another sip of the drink to fight the lump in your throat, “Eomma is - Eomma is in Bucheon, visiting her sister. For I don’t know how long but...long.”

“Is it work?” contributed Kyungsoo.

“I quit my job,” you answered and he looked at you as if you, a total stranger, had just asked him his body count.

Chanyeol took your hand in his and reiterated, “Come, then? You need this.”

Your gaze bounced between the two men who wore the exact same expression in expectation of two entirely different answers. And whatever you chose to say next, you were sure to disappoint one of them.

Eyes unfocussed, a deafening ringing echoing in your ears, you declared softly, “I need this,” with a million unpleasant scenarios running through your head, making you sick to the stomach.

Chanyeol pulled you in for a bear hug. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and let out a deep, disappointed sigh.