#i need to draw her properly asap

[hauntinglyfresh]

I have... ideas about my agents

Octo expansion spoilers below in case you haven't played yet or finished it :3

During the agent 3 battle in the boss stage, she doesn't put up that hard of a fight, it's pretty easy to defeat her. That's because she's lacking vision in one of her eyes. The side that's sanitised was sealed shut.

Basically, when an inkling or octoling's skin gets too damp, it can start to "melt" as in their skin is sort of goopy and can drip the way ink would. Normally, this wouldn't pose a problem, right? But if you've got thick sanitisation ink covering one half of your face, it's going to mix in with their skin/ink and leave an ink stain or worse, depending on where the ink was.

Since the ink was over her eye, it would've melted over her eye, having it permanently shut and only being able to use the other eye.

After enough treatment the excess layers of ink could be removed to the point of being able to see the eye again, but the damage would have already been done with that side of her face being a mix of the sanitisation ink and her own skin, left in the melty sort of state because of the sanitisation ink. Because it's left in such a state, she still cannot open that eye.

[fictionalgap]

Teammate: Too Good (chapter 3)

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: You started to date with Hazel.

Warnings: +18 themes, swearing, sexual content, Smut, nsfw

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Song Recommendation: About Love - MARINA

Everyone was shocked to see you and Hazel dating. They didn't really expect the sweet and popular Hazel fall for you and vice versa. You tried not to care but sometimes it was really annoying.

Hazel was great. She never left you alone. She dragged you to the parties. You didn't like parties but you liked booze and Hazel so It was fine by you. Somehow you were included with her friends and her friends also became your friends. They told you they were intimidated before meeting you but now you were told that you were funny and cute once known. It made you feel good about yourself.

Maybe you weren't a creep after all.

You learned that Hazel didn't told anyone about you tearing her clothes but her roommate since she wanted an explanation for bringing clothes asap when she called her.

You were extremely grateful for that.

She was the kindest, nicest person and you were so lucky to have her.

You were doing homework in your house. You never stayed in a dorm since you lived close to the college. Your parents weren't at home.

"Baby... " she looked at you with doe eyes.

You smiled at her behavior.

"Yes, honey?" You decided to play dumb.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, Haze. How are you? " you fluttered your lashes.

She pouted at your teasing.

"What's that pout for? "

You were in your bedroom and studying on your bed.

She crawled on your bed to your direction while keeping the eye contact.

"You know what's that pout for. You just wanna tease me. Don't you? " She stopped when she was an inch away from your mouth. You felt her breath on your face and she was looking at your lips like an hungry lioness.

"Maybe I want you to say it. " your stare pierced her eyes.

She gasped. "I want you. Right now. "

You left your homework to the side and told her " I am already yours, baby. " You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She didn't waste time to kiss you.

You were both kissing each other and it went from sweet and devouring to hot and eager quickly. Your hands were all around her and vice versa.

She opened unzipped your pants and your hand went up under her sweater. You felt her firm abs first, then her soft breasts. You took her nipple between your fingers and started to tease it. You heard her moan at your touch.

It was angelic.

She sucked your neck and tugged the sensitive skin. "Can I give you a hickey? "

"You can give me hickies." You giggled and she laughed at what you have said.

You moaned to the pain you felt under your collarbone.

Her hand found your clit and started to draw circles.

"Fuck. Finger me. Now." You whined desperately.

She grabbed you and layed you on the bed properly and pulled your jeans and your panties at the same time. You saw them laying on your bedroom's floor.

She pecked your thighs which caused you to squirm. She tried to stop you from moving but you were too horny.

She put her two fingers inside you when you thought she would tease you more. You sighed as you felt relieved.

"Please..."

She started to move her fingers and found a rhythm. She was purposefully moving around your right spot but never pressing there. She knew what she was doing even when she was doing what you said she always found a new way to tease the fuck out of you.

"Hazel...please."

"Okay...okay." She smirked and her fingers met with the right spot. You came and she spent no time to lick it.

"You're delicious, baby. So good for me."

Your hand was reaching for her pants before she knew what you were doing and she beamed at you when she understood.

"Need you. Need you now."

You got on top of her and pulled her from her love handles started to suck her clit like you've been starved and she whined.

"You're. so. fucking. wet."

You said between your sucking. You started to fuck her with your tounge. You found out that cherry stem trick last Summer and you were graful for that because It made her moan loudly and came hard.

"Hm, so sweet. Want to taste yourself, baby? " She eagerly grabbed your finger which covered in her juices and licked it off while keeping eye contact. It was a view you never wanted to forget.

...

You were going to your evening class and you heard two girls gossiping about Hazel and your relationship behind the door.

"I'm concerned about Hazel's wellbeing at this point. "

"I know, right. She is like super creepy. I don't know what Hazel sees in her."

"Maybe she's into weirdos."

You never saw these girls before. You frowned at what they have said and put your hands around your arms as you were trying to hug yourself.

You waited them to leave then you left the building with teary eyes.

You quickly walked to your house which was a ten minute walk away from your campus. You didn't see a car so you assumed your parents weren't at home. You cleaned the tears on your face with your sleeve. You tried to find your keys and when you did you quickly threw yourself at your house. You changed your clothes and put on some pjs. You were glad you stocked some ice cream the other day. You were going to need them now. You were about to relax and drown in your sadness but the bell rang and you huffed as you left your ice cream on the couch and walked to the door.

Taglist: @elliewilliamsgf69 @valenftcrush @rubycruzsbitch

[fandomwritingbit]

So this is something I've been formulating during the past two days. This isn't so much a request, just my rambling, but if it gives you some inspo then go right ahead :)

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Steve/William is f!reader's career counselor. The first time they meet face-to-face, the way she looks and acts piques his interest. He's already planning on offering her the security gig, but purposefully doesn't propose it until a few days later just to toy with her, plus so he can have a reason to get her into his office again ASAP.

She accepts the job because even though the pay and hours aren't ideal, she still needs some money until she can find something long-term. Of course the whole "living animatronics" thing creeps her out, but sometime before she started, William made a point to tell the animatronics "Scare her, but don't kill her." After the first couple of shifts, she gets into a rhythm to tolerate them at least a little. Still a tad creepy, though not as much as that weird golden bunny looking thing in a backroom that she stumbled across one night...

Unbeknownst to her, William has developed an obsession with her. He takes advantage of the fact that he has her phone number to call her sometimes under the guise of wanting to know how the job is going and her home address so he can drive over to her place and watch her from a distance even if only for a few minutes. And yes, he's fantasized about her.

One day, he catches one of her guy friends dropping off groceries he got for her (because with the hours she's working and her now messed-up sleep schedule, who has time to buy food? lol) and this... pisses him off, so to speak. Like gripping the steering wheel levels of pissed off. Fueled by jealousy and possessiveness, next time she's in his office, he starts playing up more of his "dangerous but alluring" demeanour while still maintaining his professionalism to the best of his abilities so as to not set off any alarm bells. He even gambles ruining his entire scheme by covertly smelling her hair while she kneels down to pick something up.

He could've pounced on her right then and there. But no. He wants to draw this out a little while longer.

But when she makes an off-hand comment about looking for additional work during one of their phone calls, his patience immediately runs out. Bunny wants to leave? Like hell she will!

During her next shift, she hears commotion in one of the main areas. Believing it to be an intruder (at this point, she knows the animatronics well enough to not consider them as suspects) and goes to confront whoever it is. Lo and behold, it's that goddamn creepy bunny looking thing. Except it's moving. And laughing creepily at her. Oh shit.

The knife its brandishing in its hand certainly isn't helping matters.

After a brief scuffle, she runs to the storage area to get something better to fight off the lunatic rabbit with, but is suddenly grabbed and held by the neck and slammed against the wall. Its too strong for her to fight off and she's left panicking but still showing signs of defiance. This only seems to egg the rabbit on more as it gets uncomfortably close to her, making more creepy comments in that demonic voice, and even licks her at one point.

Soon enough, the rabbit's head is removed and she sees her career counselor underneath. Now she's even more terrified, and the sinister yet sensual actions escalate. Using the knife to force her face to look back at him, finally getting in close enough to properly smell her hair, slamming her against the wall again just to hear her groan in pain, the list goes on.

"I've waited long enough to get you like this," he says. "We're gonna be here for a long time."

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Whatever happens after this is up to your imagination. Does she escape? Does he eventually kill her or keep her alive for his enjoyment? I dunno. Not sure how to end this. XDDD

Terrifying yet intriguing additional concept: if after he ""has fun"" with her (and who knows how long his idea of a "long time" is) and ends up killing her in the pizzeria, he hopes her ghost/spirit remains like the kids' did so that she can be stuck there as something of a maternal figure to the animatronics. If he can manipulate the kids to forget that he's the one who killed them, who's to say he can't do the same to her?

Okay... so you are a genius.

The whole idea of him withholding the job offer until the last second is absolutely the kind of manipulative thing he would do just so reader feels indebted to him and like he did her a favour. He’s such a hypocrite because when she thanks him, all  he thinks is that she’s clingy and dependent even though he’s the one calling her at least once a week to ‘check in’ and driving to her house just to catch a glimpse of her through the windows. 

As for the animatronics, telling them to scare her is just more manipulation, maybe just so he can give her tips or come to the rescue like some white knight.

He makes sure she’s still coming to appointments under the guise of looking out for her but it’s really all for him. He’s always on the verge of blowing the career counsellor cover because he leaves his hand on her back for too long, watches her lips move as she talks too much, leans in to smell her hair too often. 

And if he feels like there’s a chance he’s going to lose her? Like you said with seeing a guy friend at her house or her looking at other job options. It’s the straw for the camel, honestly. I just love the set up you have of her going to investigate a noise she’s never heard before and being accosted. Of course she fights the rabbit, smashing whatever objects she can grab into its face, pushing as hard as she can, but it only ever deters him for a second, she’s just not strong enough. 

He just revels in removing the head and seeing her eyes blow with realisation that it’s him. And you’re right, the knowledge that it's not some monster pawing at her but a bloke she’s known for weeks is much more terrifying. It’s like all her previous interactions with him replay in her mind now tinted with the creepy realisation that he was fantasising about this the whole time. He’d definitely take her right there, using that knife as motivation to make her a good girl for him. Cooing some abnormally sweet words that don’t match the dingy surroundings or the blade against her skin, “Just like that sweet girl.” Kind of things as his hand in her hair guides her to suck him. 

“You can take it, come on.” As he pushes inside her. I think he’d be ‘nice’ to her in this situation because he knows how scared she is and in a twisted way he wants her to enjoy it, if you get what I mean. 

Now after he’s devoured you, I just can’t decide if he’d kill her or not. Part of me thinks that if she begged for him to let her live he’d kill her, and if she said nothing he’d keep her around. If he let her live she’d be his from now on. Literally no escape, he knows where she lives where she works. He’d go as far as to keep track of any new jobs she applied for and bad mouth her to them, just to keep her where he wants her. 

As for the supernatural part of this, with the spirits, I think if he killed her he’d be banking on her being stuck there. Is that not the most depraved victory? He’s then your last ‘lover’ and your first killer in the same night. You would forever be his, trapped there for him to play with. Also, like if he ever was caught for his crimes her name would always be next to his. 

Anyways sorry for not doing much more with this but to be fair there wasn’t much for me to add! It was already well thought and written. Thanks so much for this xx

[aubreyathame]

psa for yttd fans

i need to draw her properly asap

[silviakundera]

Empresses in the Palace ep 16

"And now she dares to take away my Persian Ink!" Hard agree, my darling Hua Fei. Screwing your man is one thing, but fucking with your brows is another!! ✊

but babe, why u want to live with a baby??

Lmao look I know its A BABY but it's a fictional one and I'm amused that her palace is so crap at taking care of it. My career girl is just NOT the maternal type. Drugs the kid with crushed sleeping pills; "It works just fine on me." lmaoooooo

ffffuvk she's looking ragged in front of the emperor GURL let that baby go. Neither of you are having a good time.

Zhen Huan, I know the emperor is your dad's age but this fickle dude that might kill you or your besties someday is not the DILF protector you need, in metaphorical OR literal thunderstorms.

Empress savoring the new girl being humiliated by the new new girl 💅

While Zhen Huan plans for the long game by serving up Ling Rong. She's in it to win it now. Definitely feeling disconcerted about matchmaking her friend with her husband but willing to do it so they have a stronger backing in the palace. The first sign for me tbh that she could be empress material. And tbh for once the Empress isn't laying it on thick. LR truly has a celestial voice. Consort Yu supposedly was admired for her pipes but she has nothing on LR. The way she looks back. Yaaaasss always leave them wanting more.

That half-sister is gonna become a real problem.

me trying to picture how u draw eyebrows "like distant mountains"

ep 17

Prince Guo is not hot but not grandpa. He's also not the source of humiliation & suffering for a busload of ladies. I'm sold! yeah, I ship it. Please bang in despair at your wasted lives at least once, thx.

Hua Fei taking a big swing to frame up Zhen Huan by poisoning the favored baby. But it's not actually that risky, because her brother is impeccable armor.

Duan Fei is the real MVP. Everyone knows she's lying but the emperor clearly respects her and isn't willing to embarass her. No more than he's willing to severely punish my gf Hua.

Hope Duan gets her revenge.

Ep 18

So the emperor totally knows Hua Fei posioned the kid that he actually likes, but General Nian's skills trump all.

I'm honestly not sure if Zhen Huan should be trying to push the emperor to not reward Hua Fei. He's gonna do what he thinks he needs to.

Half-sister Huanbi is getting on my NERVES. And finally ZH's, thank god.

Prince Guo is so chill. He just strolled by like, hey crying servant, what's up? oh, somebody dissed your look? you're doing amazing sweetie, don't worry be happy. (Exit stage left.)

I think I love him.

Our protagonist with a BIG WIN. (crowd sounds) 👏 👏 proved half-sister is a traitor and her nemesis finally annoyed the emperor enough that she'll miss a promotion.

Girl, u know I love u. You're the only one for me. But Hua Fei, darling, you really need to properly space out your scheming. It's too much. The man needs some time, space, and calm to properly ponder how much he loves & appreciates your brother.

Ep 19

This episode should be subtitled "The Tale of Two Loves' or '2 Ships For The Price of One'.

First she risks it all to sneak in to hold hands longingly and shed tender tears with her Mei Zihuang. Then romantic coincidental rescue by Prince Guo and a late night boat ride with poetry & literature musings.

And I'm winning because I ship both of them.

Not sure how I feel about Half-Sister Intervention. Huanbi's situation is fucked and in a different drama she'd be the revenge-seeking protagonist. But she's also dumb as hell to want to join the harem and give up the chance to escape to a normal life. She's seen what a hell this place is. Ultimately, she has reason to resent ZH and their family. And she has a dangerous secret. What if she flips again? Just get rid of her ASAP. It's life & death struggles over here, no space for second chances.

[ren-ya]

I finally made a reference for a One Piece OC I made recently, her name's Ren! (Full name Aston Hydrangea Ren) (I love mouthful names) There's more about her under the cut! (it's very rambly btw)

She's 24 and is the user of the Magic Magic Fruit/Maho Maho no Mi! She's just a magical girl but in One Piece, I guess. Think Precure or Tokyo Mew Mew, I guess. The design to the right is her magical girl form. She can summon weapons and fight with them, and do those really glittery attacks that make no sense irl. But she has a limited amount of energy she can use before she passes out. Attacking, summoning and transforming take some of that energy out of her. I don't know if this makes any sense, it makes more sense in my head.

Here's some info about her :D

Her birthday is March 4th.

She loves writing poems, and has been writing in the same notebook since she was 17. That thing has seen everything.

She's been sailing the seas since she was 15, and it wasn't until her 20's that she found a crew to be on. It's the Heart Pirates, of course. She was originally made for the purpose of oc x canon stuff with Law. Help.

She has a little brother, Aston Rosebay Seppo, is 18 (post-timeskip). His dream as a little kid was to become a Marine, maybe they'll meet again someday.

She has a bounty on her head, but it's nothing too crazy. It's relatively low, and she only has it because she beat up a few Marines that tried to help her when she was in a lot of shock and couldn't process anything properly. She felt threatened and beat 3 up before dipping.

She's been through a lot, but she still tries to be positive and friendly. Of course, she doesn't take shit from anyone and if someone over steps her boundaries they WILL know. But overall, she just wants to be happy and free :)

Idk, I like her. She's fun to draw and I like making all my characters overpowered girlbosses. I have like, 3 other op ocs I want to make refs for but I need to get Ren and Law out of my system asap. I feel like I'm goinf crazy over both of them. Expect ship art of them soon I guess? We'll see.

But sorry about the rambling, thank you if you've read any of it. I can't infodump to anyone irl so I'll scream into the void. But anyways, peace out.

[stepswowdsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne Doodles (NSFW) 🖤💙

Kuroha teases Ene (NSFW)

Kuroha teases Ene with a vibrator 🥰💞

KuroEne NSFW doodle WIP. I am cooking!!!

I didn't have the time to put speech bubbles, so here you go.

I cropped it so I'll put the rest under the cut

I didn't feel like drawing Kuroha's clothes properly since they're just gonna get covered up by Ene anyways

I just wanted to get the basic idea down so these are super rough sketches 🙏

With Text

Without Text

Scribbly

Since the poses are much more complex, this took me the whole day to draw omfg.

CSP's 3D models are saving my life with these cuz the poses are MUCH more complex than what I usually draw

I just filled in parts with white where there was overlap

I didn't post it yesterday cuz I only got the chance to draw Kuroha, but I sketched Ene and then the rest today!

These are SUPER rough sketches. I just wanted to get the basic idea down

I love both of their expressions here.

Sen with the 10 years KuroEne obsession...

It's mental illness, y'all /lh 😔

Redraws

Old (EN)

Old (JP)

Close-ups

I really like Ene's expression on this...

Text Version

Also redrew the doodle I did before of Kuroha teasing Ene with a vibrator while her arms are tied with his black aura spirals

I redrew Kuroha's expression. Updated the expressions on these

I prefer the formatting of the JP text because it just looks better imo

Inspiration

MCA's end card has an embarrassed/flustered Takane around Haruka, and Ene covering her face with her sleeves in front of Konoha 🥺💛💙

My wife is so cute!!! 💞

Ene's habit of covering her face with her sleeves when she's embarrassed is so cute...

So I thought of Ene covering her face with her sleeves slightly in my own doodles

Teehee.

LimGuda and KuroEne Art Ideas (NSFW)

(CW: NSFW TEXT)

I also have an idea to draw KuroEne shibari (Japanese rope bondage) but that's gonna be even more complicated than this one

Cuz I was thinking about Hashira's LimGuda (FGO) shibari NSFW art again and it's SO hot

OMFG

I'll respect EA fandom artists' repost rules by just posting a link to it.

Check it out if you want! This art inspired me! It really makes me want to draw LimGuda shibari and KuroEne shibari...

Source: (X)

...

PLEASEEE WE NEED KUROENE SHIBARI FOR MY GAY ASS!!!

Which means I have to try and draw it. I'll try.

Eventually. Whenever I get the time for it

Shibari (Japanese rope bondage) over the clothes is so good when it's actually aesthetically nice and drawn tastefully. And NOT man misogynists/gooner/incel qorn.

This LimGuda with shibari rope bondage is so hot

BARKINGGGGGGGGGG

I adore this kind of subtle eroticism NSFW

Clothed sex is sexier to me, personally.

Though obviously I appreciate artistic nudity too

I'm ace so I think my personal experiences as someone ace affects a lot of my tastes with NSFW too

I have very vanilla tastes personally. I'm literally so picky with NSFW

I love writing about my faves exploring kink, cuz it's fun.

My stuff is usually heavy on expressions, emotional intimacy, and dialogue. That's how I want it to be.

We need KuroEne shibari rope bondage ASAP!!!

It'd be so cute with Ene considering her big jacket and sleeves.

Imagining Ene with shibari (rope bondage) over her clothes is making me go CRAZY

I'm so gay for my wife!!!

[thebrokengate]

I still think Vol2 sucks. I get that Duffers wanted us to ''feel the lost'' but feeling the loss and feeling the bad writing are different things.

Max's death was handled badly. I know she's going to come back probably but what I'm talking about is that her first escape from Vecna was good and then her death made no sense. Why El did bring her back to life but not really? I mean, she's not exactly there as well so what's the point? Why did they use the Dear Billy scene where they showed how Max overcame Vecna but killed her after?

Eddie's death is still trash. Heck, I don't want him to come back because I hate when characters come back again and again. But let's be real his death made no sense. I don't care about Eddie as a character that much but his death was badly written.

Jason's and Brenner's deaths were predictable so no comment on that (I also sincerely hope that they won't Brenner back again because dear god...)

Not gonna talk about the way they handled Will's character and basically tortured him and made Mike's character trash it's a fact that Melvin still sucks and Mike's dynamic with both El and Will are off. It's like he doesn't even know what he is doing anymore. Associating El with her superpowers and calling her a superhero while distancing her from 'humanity' and saying contradictory shit many times during the monologue (saying he loves her without her powers but then continues to capitalize on how great her powers are and how she is a superhero) saying his life started the day Will went missing, the whole monologue being prompted by Will and running off Will's feelings from the van. What was the purpose? Let's be real, this was trash for each character involved. Are we supposed to believe Mike is a decent person? Honestly, El and Will should escape from him ASAP. Mike just doesn't even know what he is doing anymore and I just don't understand how the Duffers are even going to fix this mess with Mike's character. I don't care about the romance, really. Even from a platonic perspective, it doesn't sound good for him. Was he just speaking at the heath of the moment? Was he truly telling the truth and believing in everything he said? Then that means he doesn't understand El and Will at all, Im sorry. Oblivious or not, still Mike is a bad character to me. Saying he didn't say he loved El because he was afraid she wouldn't need him made no sense. She was literally crying her eyes out when she was beginning Mike to say the words before. She clearly needed him there and wanted to hear the words. Mike didn't even flinch a bit and proceeded to gaslight her. Let's be real bro Mike's character cannot be fixed and the amount of justification is hilarious ATP.

Erica and Lucas getting hate-crimed basically sucked. That scene was hard to watch. Is the minority characters getting hatecrimed and tortured a theme now?

El's powers makes no sense to me tbh. It's like they're giving her random powers atp. How was she able to re-start Max's heart? Also her sacrifice actually meant nothing because Vecna still won and the Hawkins got destroyed so again, what was the point? The way they handled Max's character this volume is annoying. I get what they were trying to do but still it was sloppy.

Also, Robin and Vickie only talked for a couple of minutes and Vickie spent more time on kissing her now ex boyfriend than to talk to Robin. What was the point? To draw parallels to Will/Mike? Still shit writing imo. We didn't even get to see Robin happy properly.

Idk man things sucked hard tbh. It's like Vol2 was just there to create drama and cool stuff and shit instead of providing actual quality writing with substance. I'm done man lmao. I wish I've never watched this volume to begin with.

I do agree with a lot of what you said, tbh, but there are a few things I also disagree with so I'll try to break down my response by individual number because there's so much to go over here, lol.

I know Max's death was one of those things that had to happen, but it shouldn't have because it lessens the impact of her Dear Billy escape and that still pisses me off. I cannot even begin to explain how much that pissed me off because now every time I go back to that episode, I don't get the emotion from it that I used to because her escaping what she kept saying was her fate is what made the scene powerful. For her to have an amazing and moving escape like that only to die later takes so much away from it.

His death was fucking pointless, I agree. Next.

Absolutely, and the predictability of Vol 2 pissed me off even more with it.

I still think that was purposeful, and if it's not in 2 years and they really used Will just to build up Melvin, then that's fucking horrible and the backlash they'll receive for that will be huge. Using Will's feelings, even with as fucked up as that is, didn't even fix Melvin either. Nothing is resolved here, and Mike just used what Will told him in the van because he thinks they're El's feelings. Doesn't make it better, but it is what it is, I guess. They should've just ended Melvin in Vol 2, I still think, purposeful or not (as we'll see in 2 years), because it was already going that way and they've dragged this shitshow out for too long already.

Unfortunately seems to be a running theme at least this volume. It's not a good look.

That literally came out of fucking nowhere, and there's basically no limits now. If she can revive people, how is there going to be any future danger? Especially if she gets good at it later on? I don't know. I kind of hate that they basically made her Jesus, lol.

Really really hope they'll develop Robin and Vickie's story together more next season, because I absolutely agree. The parallels are one thing, but being all Vickie's kind of used for right now is pretty shit, ngl.

I still have my beef with Vol 2 as well, analysis aside. Some things make more sense now, but it still doesn't really make it any better to me. Not to mention the pacing of Vol 2 and the characters that were slightly out of character, and so many of the good moments were improvised. Not that there's anything wrong with improvisation and actors do have good ideas sometimes, but it made me feel like they still cared less about the writing of Vol 2 and rushed a lot of things.

[ritasalami]

H.N Elly Ex-Challenge

If you are working with a low budget and are struggling to take her down, here is my low rarity setup that helped me win easily.

Note: If you do this properly and only have one anti-curse memo, only Sasara should carry it so she can survive even longer. As you can see I pretty much only use event reward or normal gacha memoria. The masked student council memo gives anti-curse if you didnt know.

The idea is that Sasara will keep drawing in attacks with guard and taunt memos while getting to doppel with weak MP. Hazuki will help by providing attack down debuffs from memoria and her active (note that the Yachiyo flower field memo gives 5 turns of attack down during this event) while also trying to get atleast to doppel. The real star is Shizuku who needs to get to doppel ASAP. So try running your best MP Memoria on her except for her final slot, which you should use for the Neo Magius bath memoria (event memo from dependence blue).

Ideally Sasara will doppel, followed by at least Hazuki magia and finally Shizuku doppel after using the burn + defense down memo. If you pull manage to pull it off H.N Elly will go down in just a few turns.

Note that I gave these girls full SE (which you should do too since they are a boon whenever events like this come around).

[ancientstone]

Random Untamed Alchemist Thoughts: Other Characters Edition

Masterpost

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Colonel Mustang = Nie Mingjue

Lieutenant Hawkeye = Wen Qing

Wen Qing always wanted to be a doctor, and had almost completed her qualifications, when her family pushed her into joining the military. After all, she is distantly related to President Wen Ruohan and his sons, let’s keep the family involved!

She still studies medicine on the side, and volunteers when she can.

Nie Mingjue was always going to be a military man, following in the footsteps of his father, grandfather, and so on. He did not, however, expect to be held back from rising up the ranks by his kid brother, who he unexpectedly took on when their parents died. A soldier who can’t instantly drop everything and come running when needed can only get so far, after all.

Wen Qing, on the other hand, savors the fact that having a little brother keeps her mostly tied to Central. She has no ambitions to reach the top, she is merely fulfilling the role handed to her, and has every plan to retire asap once she has the funds, a place for them to stay far from the city, and a well-paying job. 

If only she had more time to properly study in the evening after her brother goes to bed, she could finally qualify...

Wen Qing and Nie Mingjue aren’t together but holy shit would they make one hell of a power couple if they were 

Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang are both kids, maybe around 9 or 10-ish, and when they’re not at school often spend their time together. At first it started as handy play dates, as their older siblings often started/ended work at the same time and the kids could keep each other entertained while they waited to be picked up. 

However they quickly became actual friends, Nie Huaisang enjoying spending time with someone who also liked art and drawing and would listen to him chatter, and Wen Ning liking how he wasn’t expected to roughhouse or act tough and could happily sit quietly and nod along to all the things Nie Huaisang told him. His friend is so knowledgeable! He has tons to say about poetry and paintings and birds!

It’s very cute.

Often Granny Wen babysits them, and they sometimes stay the night in her old spare room where they have to share a bed. Other times they are looked after by Uncle Four, who lets them camp on the couch and won’t tell if they stay up after their bedtime.

They secretly like Uncle Four the best.

~

Meng Yao is Envy - constantly changing face, a chameleon when he needs to be, playing on people’s emotions. 

Unlike the Envy of FMA (and I won’t lie I can’t remember 99% of what the homunculus do in fma), he’s slow and calculating, a person who knows exactly what he wants and works non-stop until he gets it.

He...just didn’t expect, when he slunk into the ranks of Mingjue’s command with the face of Jin Guangyao, a barely noticeable solider and a forgotten member of the Jin family, a man who Meng Yao killed alone in his flat the night before, to start...caring? about people? and oh, he’s still working towards his goals, there’s no doubt about that, but...the truth will hurt, when it’s revealed. 

Especially to Lan Xichen, who he met when Wei Wuxian broke his automail and Lan Wangji had the flu so couldn’t come to Central to fix it. They had lunch together. He’d taken Lan Xichen so see some of the sights. They have common interests, in music, in literature, architecture, the calm social life of quiet cafes and bars. For the first time since his creation, Meng Yao feels alive, human, as if living is worth more than he ever knew.

And there’s this little boy, Jin Ling. A whirlwind of a thing, with a bubbling temper and a hero worship love for his two alchemist uncles. 

He doesn’t pay attention to Meng Yao at first, none of the Jin do, apparently Jin Guangyao didn’t inspire much from people (later, he finds out why, that his role is that of a half-brother, unexpected and taken on out of duty rather than love), but as the months draw by, this dot of a child slowly starts appearing at his side, asking questions, at first about his uncles, but then about him, about the world, about life, and Meng Yao wants, so badly that it hurts. 

He wants this life, he wants to tuck Jin Ling into bed and read him stories, and to watch Madam Jin roll her eyes at Wei Wuxian’s latest shenanigan. He wants to sit down to family dinners, cooked and warm and full of flavour. He wants to listen to the stories of Jin Zixuan, the older brother he never knew, who would hold Jin Guangyao’s hand when they were little and sneak him sweets behind their father’s back.

Meng Yao wants, and Meng Yao envies.

~

And speaking of the homunculus:

Xue Yang is Greed.

He wants things, and he makes them his. He collects objects, items, people, anything that takes his fancy, never sharing, never opening up, just hoarding away with feverish passion.

Then he meets a family.

Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, and their adopted daughter, A-Qing.

And Xue Yang is greedy. He wants.

He gets injured, and by coincidence is taken in by the family, who help him, heal him, and offer him a place to stay. He tells himself that he’s infiltrating, that he’s biding his time until it’s just right, and then he’ll take, because that’s what he does. He’ll snatch away the daughter and the husbands and add them to his collection of things because that is the only life he knows.

They’re so pretty. So kind. So open and naive and stupid. Perhaps he’ll kill them and preserve them like dolls. Perhaps he’ll keep them alive and adorned with the other things he’s stolen. Perhaps he’ll play house, because he’s become used to the daily routines, to walking with Xiao Xingchen to pick up A-Qing from school, to family breakfast, to helping Song Lan fix the roof and chop firewood and fail to cook in the kitchen.

And then the family is hurt. 

One of those state alchemists comes to town, the wild one with the black coat and a brother towering in metal, and makes something explode in the library, a chemical or something, Xue Yang doesn’t care, but Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing were in the library, right there among the children’s books, right in the way-

He and Song Lan get the call from the hospital when they were fixing lunch, just when everything felt so perfect-

They both come away from the incident blind.

And Xue Yang...

Well, Xue Yang is greedy. No one else is allowed to touch his things.

That state alchemist is going to pay.

~

[thefanficmonster]

Oblivious

Valkyrae (Rae) x Reader (Gender Neutral) ft. Corpse Husband

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: In the most desperate of times, we may or may not be used to hearing the phrase ‘Beggers can’t be choosers’ which is exactly why Y/N’s found themself asking the most hopeless of cases when it comes to love and romance - Corpse, for help.

Requested by Xara. Hi darling! Thank you so much for this wonderful request you’ve sent me - I love writing for Rae (excuse my bi excitement, I’m just a HUGE simp) and I can’t thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to do so. Sorry it’s been two months since you requested this but here it finally is and I hope it makes up for the wait. Love, Vy ❤

“Corpse, I’m in desperate need for help.“ I don’t even bother with a friendly or even polite greeting. Being best friends for as long as we have, Corpse and I excluded the politeness that comes with phone calls a long time ago, especially when calling with an emergency. Though, let’s be honest, if I’m calling him on the phone and not on video chat like I usually do, it is an emergency.

“Given that you’re asking me, I can imagine how desperate you are.“ He has the audacity to laugh in response, causing me to roll my eyes. 

Now, don’t get the wrong idea - I love Corpse with all my heart. Him and I have been through A LOT together considering we know each other since we were teenagers. However, there are some instances in life when he simply doesn’t get me. Not that he doesn’t try to, he does and does so very hard, but he rarely succeeds. Trying is what matters, of course. Given that he is my only close friend, I can only ever turn to him with my problems though I try my best not to bother him too much, but when things get REALLY tough, I can’t help but go and vent to him. Luckily, he’s always been very understanding, but it may be because he feels like he owes me for all the times he has turned to me with his problems. I’ve tried to explain that he shouldn’t feel such a way, but that’s rather hypocritical of me cause I feel the same way.

Alright, enough digressing, back on track!

“Desperate doesn’t even begin to summarize how I feel.“ I sigh, plopping down on the couch in my living room, kicking my feet up on the coffee table as I cover my eyes with my hand. “Brutally miserable is, I think, the correct term to use here.“

I hear Corpse let out a quiet ‘oof’, one I think he hoped I wouldn’t hear. “And what led you to finally give in and ask for help, not that I can offer you much?”

I can’t help but snort at that, a snort that serves as a replacement to slapping myself across the face. “Rae texted me yesterday asking if I’d like to play Minecraft with her and I took THREE HOURS to respond! Not on purpose, I just couldn’t think of something good to say!” I know I sound like a whiney kid, but I think I’ve passed that threshold LONG ago. Of course, this whiney kid version of me only surfaces around Corpse and Corpse only. No one else is allowed to see me like this or that would legit be the end of any sort of pride I may have left in me.

“You mean you couldn’t choose between ‘Sure, I’d like that!’ and ‘Of course, I’d love to!’? Please say yes.“ Corpse already sounds disappointed and he hasn’t even heard the worst of it yet.

“No and sit tight, it gets worse. I...“

He cuts me off, “Wait, no, don’t say it. Let me guess - you turned her down? Keep in mind if you say yes I’m hanging up on you.”

I remain silent, pinching the bridge of me nose and cringing as hard as my facial muscles are willing to allow. I can’t say yes, not cause he’ll hang up but because admitting it makes it more real, and the more real it is the more depressed it’ll make me and I will go back to being a self-deprecating mess that refuses to be productive or properly functioning - aka ‘Whiney Kid Maximum’.

“I’m hanging up.“ Corpse says after waiting five seconds for my response that only comes in the form of dead silence which is more than enough of an answer in and of itself.

“No, please don’t!“ I squeak out despite my agony, “I’ll never break the cycle if you don’t help me, Corpse! I’m a hopeless case!“

“You’re a hopeless case with or without me, Y/N.“ He states, angering me ever so slightly. “Not only cause you really are, but because I have nothing useful to offer you. Not even a single advice. Even if I did, giving it to you would by hypocritical when considered how bad I am on this field myself. Hell, the very person you’re head over heels for is my personal matchmaker. If anything, you should be asking her how to swoon her...“ He pauses.

So does my brain.

For a second we’re both quiet, the silence on the line suggesting big plans are being developed - well, not on my end but still.

“Now there’s an idea...“ He mutters more to himself than to me.

“No!“ I shriek fearfully, “Please, if you love me even the tiniest bit, Corpse, don’t put me in a situation where I have to be alone with Rae! Not IRL not in a Discord call - not in ANYTHING. I close up and end up seeming unfriendly and rude because of my inability to talk to her like a normal human being! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I just can’t do it! So please don’t make me.“

I maybe can’t read minds, but hell if I can’t at least have a rough guess of what’s on my best friend’s mind - I know he’s already scheming and coming up with odd solutions to my problem - some of which will cause me more problems but let’s not even mention those. That being said, I need to prevent him from actually carrying out any of his absurd schemes, otherwise it’s game over for me.

“Hmm, ok fine, but only cause I wanna spare you your own awkwardness. Consider it charity.“ He sighs, the disappointment even more evident now.

I sigh too, but I do so in defeated relief. It’s bittersweet, to be honest. “Thank you.”

“Don’t.“ He says sharply, “Don’t thank me. It’ll make me feel like I’m encouraging your behavior.“

Well, screw my feelings, I guess. I’m left on this battlefield alone, aren’t I?

Corpse hanging up the call confirms that I am, indeed, alone.

                                                             *  *  *

“Hello?“

“Are you still in bed, for the love of God? It’s noon!“ Not only did he have the audacity to wake me up with his phone call, but now he has the audacity to judge me on my sleeping habits as well. Some darn nerve he has.

“What do you want, Corpse?“ I grumble out, groggy and now grumpy too. The last thing I need is the only person I can turn to turning on me. Especially not now. I don’t need his or anybody else’s judgement of me or my life, it’ll hurt too much.

“I want to know how long you haven’t showered, Y/N.“ He barks back, causing me to roll my eyes. “And when’s the last time you actually ate something healthy and nutritious and not just greasy takeout?”

“I showered last night!“ I straighten up and frown, feeling offended despite his questions being justifiable. I think that’s exactly why I’m pissed off, to be honest - he knows me and my habits too well. “And you’re just being hypocritical on the eating part!“

“Whatever.“ He mutters, allowing me to feel at least a tiny sense of victory for having proven him wrong, “Get your ass up and come play Minecraft with me, you need to be cheered up asap.“ He continues, much to my dismay. “And don’t even think about saying ‘no’. If you do, just remember, I have your address and a strong will to kick your ass into shape.“

“Into shape? We’re going to the gym or something?“ I’m honestly confused and intrigued now. Maybe the gym isn’t such a bad idea, I’m sure I could become really good friends with the punching bag.

Corpse sighs exasperatedly in a way I can basically hear him roll his eyes as well, “Not that kind of shape, Y/N. Just get on Discord, seriously, I’m worried about you.“ 

That sentence strikes a nerve. Something about that genuine concern in his voice reminds me that I still need to move on from focusing so strongly on just my failures, no matter how big or small, and keep pushing forward, if not for myself then for the people who care about me. For Corpse especially, seeing as how he’s sort of been my babysitter ever since my feelings towards Rae started to consume me whole and suffocate me. I don’t know how or when it happened, in fact I can best describe it as the Titanic: I was doing ok and then instead of hitting an iceberg the iceberg of feelings hit me and I started sinking. Corpse was there to offer me a hand to help me keep at least my head above the surface. He can’t pull me out of the water but he’s not willing to let go either. I’m afraid holding on like that will tire him out to the point of letting go of me completely, but I’m afraid of sinking too. You see my dilemma here, no?

“Ok, give me twenty minutes.“

I would have probably continued sleeping or just chilled on social media, refusing to get out of bed for at least another hour, but the debt I feel towards Corpse is stronger than the desire to be a slob so I motivate myself with every power my fragile mind can fish out of the void and push the covers off me, shivering at the drastic change in temperature around my body now that I’m exposed to the rather cool air in my room, my pajamas hopeless at providing me with any warmth.

Twenty minutes later sharp, I’m seated at my desk, in front of my computer with my headphones on, taking one last encouraging breath before entering the call where Corpse is waiting for me.

“Yo.“ I greet him half-heartedly, drawing invisible abstract patterns on my desk with my finger as if I’m avoiding eye contact with him IRL.

“Glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of punctuality at least.“ He chuckles, sounding a lot more pleasant and a lot more like my friend Corpse and less like sergeant Corpse Husband who was speaking with me on the phone earlier.

“Very funny.“ I murmur in my now common brooding manner, “Anyway, enough about me, how are you doing? Anything interesting happen since we last spoke?“

“You mean in the past ten hours? No, nothing interesting apart from that I managed to catch a few z’s.“ He replies as I join the Minecraft server, managing to get a smile out of me.

“Hey, that’s nice to hear! Good for you, Corpsie.“ I say, honestly proud and happy for him.

“Yeah, and just so you’re not calling me hypocritical on the topic of eating, I’m currently cooking myself lunch.“ He points out, now just straight up peacocking, “On that note, I got a pot on the stove so you’ll have to excuse me for a sec.“

“Please go. Don’t set your apartment on fire the first time you cook” I snicker, leaning back in my chair and fetch my phone to kill the time while he’s gone to tend to whatever attempt at a meal he has prepping in his kitchen. I feel bad for his stomach, and his kitchen, already.

“Corpse? Hi!“

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no - tell me that was an auditory hallucination and I didn’t actually hear that just now! TELL ME!

“Rae?“ I blurt out, almost falling backwards out of my chair, eyes wide, jaw hanging slightly.

Just then I get a text from Corpse:

Consider me dead and carry the convo. I know you’ve got this, Y/N

Oh that prick is gonna get it!

“Y/N? Hi! Sorry, Corpse didn’t mention you’d be playing with us, but it’s so nice to be hearing from you! It feels like it’s been forever.“ Rae replies, cheery and enthusiastic as ever, just like the absolute sweetheart she is.

With Corpse absent from his position, without his metaphorical hand holding mine, I’m metaphorically sinking and drowning. Maybe the drowning part isn’t so metaphorical after all, considering I actually am drowning in all the thoughts produced by my mind at the moment. A mind that’s going completely haywire, might I add.

“Hehe, well, funny thing, he didn’t tell me you’d be playing with us either.“ I chuckle anxiously, already breaking out in a nervous sweat. I solemnly promise to kill Corpse first chance I get, that way he’ll at least be dead for real.

“He set us up, huh? What’s his game, where even is he?“ Rae asks, properly confused as she should be.

All on-point questions, hun. And I can’t answer any of them logically.

“Um, you know, he’s off doing...something.“ And there go my conversational skills out the window, I hope they send me a postcard one day.

“Whatever, enough about Mr. Ominous. Tell me, what’s been keeping you busy?“ Oh crap, this is the question I’ve been fearing. Mostly cause I’m not prepared for it. “Actually no, let me rephrase: Why have you been avoiding me recently?“

‘Oh crap’ squared. Tripled.

“Whaaat? Avoiding you? Where’d you get that idea?“ I’m aware of my high pitched voice, but it’s not like I can do much to tone it down. Every part of me is in critical panic mode and rationality has accompanied my aforementioned conversational skills out the window.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Ignoring my texts, leaving me on ‘Seen’ and then declining my offer just to accept the same one coming from Corpse - can’t really blame me for finding it shady.“ She replies, her words making me wince and hide my face in the palms of my hands as though it’ll shield me from Rae’s brutal honesty and forthrightness. 

“I’ve been...bad at replying to everyone lately, nothing personal, I swear.“ Yeah, that sounded convincing, good gosh-darn job, Y/N!

“Why’s that?“ Something about her tone suggest she knows I’m lying and is just humoring me and my agony. I don’t know if to thank her for it or wish she’d just rip off the band-aid and confront me head-on. In that case I’d have only one of two options: freeze up or spill my guts. Honestly, I don’t know which is worse. “I thought you’d reach out to me, given you’ve found yourself in a pickle.”

I frown, confused and wary like I’m walking on thin ice over a pool of sharks, “Pickle? What pickle?“

“Corpse mentioned you needed dating advice.“ She replies simply as though it should’ve been obvious and as if it’s the most casual, regular and normal thing. Little does she know...

“Um, yeah, I guess you can call it that.“ I murmur sheepishly, my cheeks reddening.

“Who’s the lucky girl?“ She asks, the excitement now replacing the previous suspicion she was fronting, making me nervous as hell.

My heart skips a beat, “How’d you know I’m crushing on a girl?“

“Uh...“ She stumbles over her words, pausing to collect her thoughts and formulate a response, “Corpse told me!“ When the reply finally arrives it’s as high pitched as mine was earlier, suggesting something ain’t right.

I stay quiet, my mind and heart racing which is quicker. My leg is bouncing, my fingers are tapping the keyboard rhythmically as I rack my brain, pushing it to put the pieces of this enigmatic puzzle together, connect the dots.

When it finally does, I’m left with a horrific end-result, a realization that makes me go pale as a ghost, “He told you who said girl is too, didn’t he?” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I keep the tone low so she doesn’t notice how shaky it is.

It takes her a few seconds to reply, but when she does I kinda wish she hadn’t, “Maybe...”

My first instinct is to excuse myself from the call, pack all my kitchen knives and drive to Corpse’s house but with my limbs having lost any and all feeling in them that is practically impossible. So, I settle for my second instinct which is hiding my face in the palms of my hands as though they can shield me from the immense embarrassment Corpse has set me up for.

“Listen...“ I start, not sure where I wanna go with this, “You don’t have to say anything, I get the hint. No need to bother with a gentle reje-“

“I like you too, Y/N!“ Rae cuts off my rambling with a melodic laugh, “I’m sorry, but you can be very oblivious sometimes, and I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine for a bit. Sorry if I freaked you out.“ Judging by her tone, she’s not sorry at all. In fact, she’s one step away from bursting out into laughter.

“Trust me, ‘freaked out’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.“ I sigh, exasperatedly, sinking into my chair alike a deflated balloon. “You and Corpse are gonna pay for that heart attack you led me to the brink of!”

This time, she doesn’t hold back, letting out the laughter she’s been holding back this whole time, “I don’t know how Corpse will do that, but could I pay my dues with a brunch on Friday?”

My eyebrows shoot up, “Miss Valkyrae, is this you asking me out on a date?“ I ask teasingly - aka with more confidence than I feel.

Please say ‘yes’. Please say ‘yes’. Please say ‘yes’.

“I don’t know, what do you think, Y/N?“ She asks, tone just as teasing as mine.

“Hey, I’m not as oblivious as you claim I am!“ I argue light-heartedly, “Does 2PM work for you?“

“Any time works for me.“ Rae replies, a smile blatantly evident in her voice. A smile that unleashes a flock of butterflies in my stomach.

And just like that, I have a date with the girl I’ve had a crush on for the longest time. It happened so fast it’s practically a blurred part in my mind, but one thing I’m sure will be crystal-clearly imbedded in my mind forever is that brunch on Friday. Just then, I get yet another text from Mr. Schemer himself.

That wasn’t so hard now, was it?

Some nerve he has, I swear to God.

[sxfik]

darling, you're the one i want

chapter one | two | three ....

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summary: Kang Sol A was never known for her luck, but she suspected it to be more like a curse when after almost 5 years, she bumps into her rival and the bane of her existence: Attorney Han Joon Hwi. What's worse? She has to work with him and she's sure that she'll either kill him or kiss him before this is all over

After Kang Sol B was freed from the clutched of her mother, her new found freedom spurred her into a night in bed with the mysterious Ji Ho. Yet, when he walks into her office the next day, she is faced with the realization that she is now working with the same man she slept with. What's worse? He's insufferable and she just might have to kiss him to shut him up.

a/n: hello hello! it's been almost a month since i've written a fic and probably even more time since i've truly been active on here. this fic is a product of me, @akinosakiya, @am-bi-vert and @thenerdywriter creating 20 different threads on twitter about an idea (which eventually got turned into a whole group chat just for hc and fic ideas). truly this fic is dedicated to all of them, the hanguk law school gc on tumblr and twitter. this fic is multi-chapter and written from 6 povs (basically it will be pretty long). as always, enjoy!

KANG SOL A was not known for her luck. Maybe it was a curse, or maybe just her destiny to be unlucky in life. She was irrevocably late this morning, despite setting 6 alarms and taking extra care the night before to ensure everything was in order before she left. But of course, in classic Sol A fashion, she was late despite every effort.

She was greeted with the shining sun and chirping birds as she speed walked towards her office building, her hair slightly disheveled in the breeze. Her hand clutched her briefcase as she speed walked towards the office, her lanyard swaying as she moved with purpose.

It had been almost 2 years since she started working for Kang's Toy Co. and 3 years since she graduated from Hanguk Law school. Life had been a rollercoaster since then, an endless ride of ups and downs as she tried to stabilize herself into her new life. She had clawed her way up from the struggle of her 1L year, getting to be an expert on late nights and sleep deprivation. Nonetheless, she graduated with an offer set up at Attorney Park's office which kickstarted her career and her life.

She'd be lying if she said everything was smooth from then on; it was quite the opposite. Just like she predicted, she had to take clients that she disliked and didn't trust, but when you were trying to make rent and put food on the table, it didn't matter. Luckily, she never had to compromise her beliefs too much during those years, and she was able to build her reputation as a trustable and hardworking lawyer in the community.

Soon enough, she was taking on higher profile clients, and gifted with the ability of being picky about who she defended. All of a sudden she was going to events and mingling with the upper class of Seoul. What was a poor girl, raised by a single mother, doing in such a ornate hall, sipping champagne that was worth more than anything she'd ever owned. Yet, those very same events led her to her name twin, Kang Sol B.

Kang Sol B, clean cut and straightforward, was one of her closest friends and CEO of the company she worked for. They met by chance at an event, after a particularly successful case, and somehow, the two women who were so unlike each other, hit it off. They ran into each other by chance again and they met for drinks. Sol B's level-headed, confident attitude balanced her energetic, eager mind. Not to mention, she fit right in with Ye-Seul and her dynamic, the three being thick as thieves. Soon enough, Sol was offered a job at her company as a corporate lawyer and she jumped on the chance at working with her. The rest was, as they say, history.

Shaking off her thoughts, her legs propelled her forward, her vision almost hazy and her mind clouded with the need to rush, rush, rush. The morning was particularly busy, with so many employees rushing into work and walking in their own world. Still, today was especially important as the company is announcing a joint enterprise between two of the biggest toy companies in Seoul. She picked up her pace, nearing the entrance, when, in her frenzy, she crashed into the oncoming figure.

"I'm so—"

"Sorry!"

Her head shot up, her eyes widening at the familiar voice. And there he stood, in all his glory, Han Joon Hwi: Second Round Judicial Exam Passer, and the bane of her existence.

She had the unfortunate luck of meeting Joon Hwi during their 1L, during a particularly intense class where she was grilled to death by her professor. The actual ordeal was a haze, all she could remember was her throat tightening and instant panic flooding her mind and body. Joon hwi, thinking himself some kind of knight-in-shining armor, swooped in to save her, answering in her stead.

And then, he decided to rival her during one of their constitutional code classes, arguing in favor of a law that was, in her mind, despicable. "You have to look at it in perspective," he coolly replied to her smoldering anger when she questioned him on how he could support such a thing. It was set in stone, then, that Kang Sol A did not like Han Joon Hwi.

From the moment they met, it was like he was specifically designed to drive her crazy. The way he smirked, the way his whip smart comebacks would leave her stumped, the way his arms filled out that stupid white shirt, the way he'd look at her like he could see right through her. Just about everything about him made her want to scream.

Dislike was an understatement when it came to Joon Hwi. It was more like a never ending annoyance, his presence and every move frustrating her, making her lungs tight and her heart race with exasperation and irritation.

She was nicknamed Lady Justice, after a particular comment from Joon Hwi himself. If it was to shame her, it clearly didn't work as it only fueled her headstrong attitude. In fact, it spurred her into more arguments with the illustrious Joon Hwi, the temperature constantly rising as they would circle each other and argue until their lungs burned and they were breathing heavy. The whole school would gather to see them spar, the tension so thick that they wouldn't notice the crowd they would draw as soon as the two would even look at each other.

He was the genius of her school, that much she couldn't deny. Still, the what he said about her in their final year...

His hand gripped her wrist, startling her out of her thoughts in an attempt to support her, and his warm touch seared into her cold skin as he pulled her up slightly. Joon Hwi blinked back at her, his face shocked before settling into a familiar smirk that drove her up the wall.

"Long time no see, huh, Lady Justice?" his eyebrow quirked up slightly as he took her in, and the scowl settled into her face. Like this day could have gotten any worse, it was just her luck to meet him.

"Not quite long enough, Attorney Han," she quipped back, snapping her arm away from his grip. She blew out a soft breath, in an attempt to get her bangs out of her eyes to face him properly. He continued to look down at her, his eyes never leaving her face as he chuckled in response.

He didn't look any different than he did 3 years ago, except that his shoulders had grown broader, his chest a little firmer. He wore a black coat, and underneath, his signature black suit that he had worn during his internships during school. His hair was styled differently, now styled up rather than down in bangs that used to give him an innocent look back in their law school years. It suited him.

"So, you work for Kang now?" he asked her, rushing forward to catch up with her fast pace. Her hand gripped tighter on her bag as she picked up her pace, trying her best to not let his sudden presence taint her morning.

"No, I'm definitely just walking towards the building with the large sign that says KANG TOY CO. for absolutely no reason," she replied, her voice laced with impatience.

"You haven't changed one bit, Kang Sol," he laughed, tilting his head forward, blinking and looking at her as if he knew something she didn't.

She paused in her tracks, looking up to the man who scrambled to turn to face her. "Why are you here, Joon Hwi?" she asked him, suspicious of his sudden presence.

He raised an eyebrow in response, and she could feel the irritation build in her chest as she looked up at him, impossibly confused. They stayed in place, their feet glued to the pavement and she forgot all about her earlier mission to get to her office asap. His face hadn't changed too much from their school days, his expression overflowing with mirth and mischief. But his face did hold a tiredness that wasn't seen before, as if the time has taken a toll on him. What happened to you, Han Joon Hwi, for your face to hold exhaustion that was never seen before?

"You'll find out," he replied curtly, before spinning back and walking towards the building. Her office building. She rushed forward now, trying to catch up with him as she looked up curiously, but he avoided her looks as they walked into the office.

They marched on in, flashing her badge at the entrance of the office, and Joon hwi, somehow, managed to follow. Did he start working here and never let her know? Does he even work as a lawyer? How could she not know? She let out a deep breath, trying to calm her racing mind as she walked into the elevator, and he marched in right by her side.

People filed in one after the other into the elevator, everyone in their morning rush to get to their cubicles and start their days. The elevators was filled to the brim, yet Kang Sol was still aware of Joon Hwi's presence, almost like her mind was blaring an alarm that He wasn't supposed to be here.

She momentarily shut her brain off, a task that she trained herself on after her struggles in her 1L, choosing to focus on the people milling around the elevator. Her eyes would flit through every person, and then the ceiling, and most importantly, she refused to let her mind stray to Han Joon Hwi, despite the curiosity eating her from the inside out.

The elevator was next to empty when she reached her floor, and she picked up her pace as she marched out of the elevator before he could. Sol kept her gaze trained ahead, but her body was feeling for the presence of someone else marching behind her.

Somehow, he managed to get ahead, probably with those stupidly long legs of his. His hand jutted out to open the door to the meeting room, and he paused, turning slightly towards her.

"Ladies first," he said, his expression almost neutral. If it wasn't for the slight crinkle near his eyes as he smiled, she would have taken the gesture as genuine and not intended to mock her. The gesture morphed from chivalry to a taunt that he knew something she didn't.

"Thank you, Attorney Han," she shot him a tight smile, before marching her way towards her teammates.

Ye-seul, her best friend and fellow lawyer, caught Sol's gaze and patted to the seat next to her and finally, Sol sank down into her chair, letting out a final sigh of relief.

"You're only a couple minutes late, the director isn't here yet," she said, taking a sip from her hot coffee. Ye-seul narrowed her eyes at her, and then looked up at Joon Hwi, before looking back down at her.

"Oh thank god," Sol, opened up her briefcase, getting out one of her legal pads and a pen incase she needed to take notes, as she expertly avoided her best friend's questioning gaze. The silence between them stretched, as Sol tapped her pen against the paper impatiently and Ye-seul let her gaze bore into her.

"Why was Han Joon–"

"Good morning," the baritone voice of Director Yang boomed across the meeting room, his voice loud despite the lack of a microphone. "Let's go through this meeting smoothly, as it is a very important day for both Kang Toy Co and Seo Media. Today, we have gathered to announce a collaboration for a toy line between both companies."

Applause filled the room as the director paused, looking at each team assembled in the room. Oh. So that's why Han Joon Hwi is here.

"As such, we will be needing our talented lawyer teams from both companies to help draw the legal terms and details between the two companies, as well as negotiate the terms for the toy line itself. This is an exciting time for both companies and we hope that this partnership is fruitful for both parties. Now, I will be announcing the teams and their assignments for this coming quarter and in preparation for the toy line itself," he paused, flipping through the notes he held at the center of the room.

"I'm proud to announce that Attorney Kang Sol and Team One from Kang Toys will be working with Attorney Han Joon Hwi and Team One from Seo Media." Sol's eyes shot up to Joon hwi, both their eyes wide with surprise. "Your teams will be heading the terms of the collaboration as well as working closely with both CEOs for any legal issues that come up," Director Yang nodded to both parties, before continuing down his list.

Her eyes were still on his, her mouth close to gaping open before she quickly shut it and avoided his gaze. Out of all the people, it had to be her that was paired up with him.

Kang Sol A had bad luck, indeed, but she was starting to think it was more like a curse instead.

[arhvste]

Your writing? *chefs kiss* I wanted to know if you do head canons and if so could u possibly do Kageyama and Akaashi reacting to their girlfriend coming home from school crying 🥺 💕 If not don't worry thank you 💗

stop flirting with me my heart can’t handle 😼🙈✨

and yes i do headcanons i’m so glad u asked!!

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KAGEYAMA AND AKAASHI REACTING TO THEIR S/O RETURNING FROM SCHOOL CRYING

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KAGEYAMA

so homeboy comes home for volleyball practice sweaty asf

he’s got a good 30 mins before he knows you’ll be done with your study group so he has a shower to cleanse himself from the gross ass sweat

i just KNOW kageyama smells manly like idk how to explain it like a comforting manly smell

but anyways once he’s washed himself and is back to smelling gorgeous he puts a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants on as he patiently awaits his pretty girlfriends return

SLAM

kags is shook at the sudden slam of the front door

nobody slams kageyama’s door and gets away with it 😠

he’s ready to call you a boke when he hears u trudge up the stairs

3... 2... 1... “Y/N you bo-“

low and behold there stands a sniffling Y/N with tears dripping down her cheeks

“i-i’m sorry t-tobio -i didn’t m-mean to -“

kags cuts u off when he makes his way over to u and pulls u into his chest

kageyama gives good hugs i don’t make the rules

he was defo stiff at first but after months of dating he’s used to having you within arms reach and now gives u such warm and secure hugs

“don’t worry about it just tell me what’s wrong”

he’s stroking your hair as you silently cry into his chest making his fresh t shirt damp

#Finthechatforthefreshtshirt

he guides you to his warm bed and y’all get cosy in it

y’all are NOT doing the nasty 👺

at least not yet 😼

your crying calms down as your pretty boyfriend plays with your hair as you’re cuddled up to his strong chest

kags is such a softie for you

only has a soft spot for you in fact

simp for Y/N only

when you stop crying and you’re reduced to a few sniffles and dried tears kageyama will ask you what’s wrong again

since you’re in a much clearer state of mind you tell kags you’ve just had a bad day

forgot your homework and your bitchy teacher gave you a hard time

you didn’t have time to eat lunch because you had an essay due for the next class and you didn’t have time to write it last night because your club had overrun

you had got a below average mark on your history test which frustrated you because you knew you put revision into it

and you had a headache by the end of the day and your study group talking over each other was the last straw

kageyama is listening intently playing with your soft hair and stroking your cheek delicately

when you’re done venting he pulls you back into his chest and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head

“don’t worry you’re here now with me and i’ll help you with any work if you want”

LMAO he is the LAST person who should be helping with work when his brain only functions when it comes to volleyball

but you find him cute for offering anyway as you shake your head and explain you were back on track after your stroke of bad luck today

soft night in with milk man

you take a shower and put on some of his clothes before joining him back in bed

lots of cuddles and movie watching

he’s giving you soft butterfly kisses throughout the evening

“i love you Y/N and i’m always here when you need me”

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AKAASHI

finally 5pm akaashi is free from bokuto

not to say he doesn’t like bokuto but akaashi can’t catch a break from the loud ace between the hours of 7am - 5pm on most days

some days they would spend time together outside of school which would lead the setter to be even more drained not that he minded

bokuto likes to call akaashi in the mornings to keep him focused on getting ready for the day

n e ways

your stunning mans enters your house because he has a spare key

your parents gave it to him because they’re in love with him??

first dinner meeting the parents and they were already insisting you marry the boy asap

“Y/N you home?”

he knows ur at home because ur shoes are there

it’s still polite to check he thinks

he makes his way to your bedroom and enters expecting to see his loving girlfriend on her phone or on her bed watching something

but what he’s met with is a teary eyed Y/N curled up into a ball

“oh darling!”

listen akaashi calls you darling i’m taking no criticism on this

darling and princess are a favourite of his

especially in the bedroom

he’s right by your side

you look up and immediately the water works are off

“shhh shhh it’s okay i’m here my love”

you’re crying into his shoulder as he’s crouched next to your bed

he stands up as you move up on your bed so there’s room for him

akaashi has a toned chest but it’s also comfortable to lay on and you’re doing just that

honestly i’m jealous of u getting to lay on his god sculpted chest 😔✊🏽

you don’t say anything yet just small hiccups coming from you as you calm back down

akaashi is drawing small circles on your back and pressing kisses to the top of your head

he loves doing this because he loves the way your hair smells

the vanilla scent calms him tf down

you begin to muffle into his shirt

“what’s that darling i can’t hear you properly?”

“i don’t even know why i’m upset. just one of those days.”

akaashi doesn’t care he’s a simp for you and will do anything to make his precious girlfriend smile

he’s giving you soft kisses and drying your eyes

mutters small professions of love to you making you giggle

“there’s that radiant smile my princess.”

you’re smiling properly at him now

the rest of the night is peaceful

he cooks you dinner and the two of you are watching conspiracy documentaries

bokuto even facetimes y’all to check you’re okay after he noticed you looking a little down earlier

we stan a considerate friend 😼

you fall asleep limbs entangled with akaashi’s feeling so much better and waking up with a clearer head

honestly 36/10 boyfriend would recommend

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this turned out a lot longer than i thought it was gonna be im sorry 😳

hope this was still okay tho <3

requests are still open!

[soukokuwu]

"requests are closed??" that cannot stop me because i cant read!! ** URGENT ** power couple comfort needed asap chuuya is the diplomat for the inheritor of a newly departed yokohama media moguls empire who agrees to fold the power of the company to moricorp so long as chuuya agrees to a date yah i need this like stat plz

THE OTHER HALF.

✢ genre. fluff ✢ pairing. chuuya x reader ✢ synopsis. you’re going to inherit your father’s media empire, and mori wants in. his ticket? chuuya. ✢ author notes. an urgent request? you got it! in 2 days ehehe i just hope you like this <3

He stares at the pristine white on the walls of the lavishly decorated office corridors. It suits their reputation. Nothing fits the reigning media mogul of Yokohama like grandeur. He would normally express some sort of distaste for how much of these… beautifications are unnecessary, but Mori had already warned him: it is imperative to get on their good side. Political reasons, he added. As if the mafia doesn’t have enough political influence already.

Although why, of all people, he chose to send NAKAHARA CHUUYA as Port Mafia’s representative to head the meeting, Chuuya himself doesn’t know. A cold-blooded, hot-headed vessel of destruction.

Yes, very plausible, very sensible, he thinks.

Sarcasm. That was sarcasm.

Mori always had his reasons for every decision he made. Some are possibly very fucked up, but even Chuuya admits his manipulation tactics and puzzle-piecing skills rival that of Dazai’s. So he never questions his boss’s decisions. At least, not to his face. He just wonders what is hiding behind this certain choice (of making Chuuya go to the meeting, alone) and how twisted it could be.

Cruising through the halls makes him realise just how much he’d hate it if he was a normal human with a normal, boring desk job. The rooms he passes by, with their glass windows and deceiving transparency, are all full of people either typing away on their keyboards or speaking into phones with some sort of urgency. Yikes. No thanks, he would much rather work with violence and be on the frontlines than man a desk at a mediocre job with less-than-satisfactory pay.

The redhead guesses that they’re going to take him to the boardroom (which incidentally, he thinks, is quite an appropriate name for a meeting room — rigid, stiff, flat — full of smiles that are painted on and the chatter of mindless opinions crafted only to cater to the ones who matter. If that’s an indication of anything to come, Chuuya is already dreading it.) After all, they had scheduled a meeting for discussions with the director on future possibilities of working with the mafia.

Chuuya does admit though, it would be very useful to have the media on their side. Not only digital, but print as well. The possibility to spread propaganda and cover up crimes. This company has it, and Mori is hungry, eager to take over. (Or at least, to establish dominance over them.) Maybe that’s why he chose the gravity manipulator. To make them comply with the threat of crushing them with his brute force should they refuse. It’s harsh. Not that he would mind if it comes to that. There’s a certain satisfaction, a certain kick, he gets out of seeing everyone before him cower in fear.

Because it means he’s in control.

And Chuuya loves being in control. After all, he controls the very things that holds everyone in its grip — gravity.

Ironically, though. What he doesn’t have control over is his own feelings. Mostly unpleasant. A temper so fiery and an impulse so unexpected. Today, though, there is a turn of events. Because as he turns the corner to enter the boardroom, he spots a pair of eyes on him, observing him shrewdly.

No, it isn’t yours. But your father’s.

Wrinkled face wrinkles up even more as they eye him from head to toe, expressing obvious displeasure in the form of tuts and a deepening frown. Chuuya can just tell from how the man wears an expensive tailored suit — probably from a high end luxury brand that Chuuya can’t even pronounce properly — and how his tie is tightened so firmly against his neck that he probably always has a stick up his ass.

But a whiff of something… refreshing skips pass his nostrils and all the hostility from seeing the director disintegrates into — what is this? Chuuya can’t even tell, another irritating reminder he doesn’t understand his own emotions all that well.

And that, that is when he first lays eyes on you.

If you’re wondering, no, it’s not that cinematic moment where you walk in and he’s immediately blinded by the light you bring with you thanks to that invisible halo you carry on your head. Chuuya sees the world through anything but rose-tinted glasses. He is captivated by you though, somehow. Maybe it’s the way you stride in so confidently, with your blazer fitted against your body tightly — not too tight — you don’t want to give off ‘sexy’ vibes, do you? Not in the office. No, you just radiate some show of ‘proper’ and ‘togetherness’ that other ladies must be envious of. Or so it seems to him, at least. Then he wonders again, maybe it’s the way you so nonchalantly brush past him, your shoulder nudging against his, not a care in the world for who he is.

He thinks he’s got his reasoning, a feasible enough reason of why he’s intrigued — you’re young, you’re sexily sophisticated (he just knows you are), and to be a part of this meeting, you must have a sort of… power, so to say.

And then you just have to, don’t you? You just have to take a seat on that chair (in an angle that seems to cater perfectly to Chuuya), cross your legs just enough so your skirt rides up your thigh high enough to leave him wanting to see more, but not enough to be considered as a bold move of seduction. The kicker? That smirk you wear when you realise that he’s staring. He always hated that expression; the one that other people wear out of the satisfaction of their triumph. Especially when it’s against him. But then why does he think he can look at yours forever?

Not even five minutes into the ‘discussion’ and Chuuya already finds out you’re the director’s daughter, the one who would inherit the company very soon. (He fails to properly listen to the reason why because his focus starts to fixate on you, the surrounding all melding into one — the sights, the sounds.) To which you respond with batting your eyelashes at the redhead and wearing an innocent smile yet at the same time being shrouded in an air of… mystery.

The debate on just how much of the empire that Port Mafia would control in the future is not quite a negotiation. If they want to, then they can just force the director’s hand, maybe kidnap his daughter — Chuuya glances briefly toward you before focusing back on your father and the tablet (apparently the company made a sort of presentation that Chuuya can say he frankly doesn’t give a shit about) — but no. Even now, he thinks, he doesn’t want anyone to lay a hand on you. Besides, if your current behaviour is any indication, even if the mafia does come after you, you won’t be scared. You look just like the kind of person who always has something up her sleeve. You must take after your father.

“On that note, I will be leaving the final decision up to my wonderful young lady here.”

That manages to bring Chuuya back to his senses.

What? The old man is leaving such an important decision in his daughter’s hands?

Chuuya breathes in deeply. Stay level-headed. He’s got this, he tries to convince himself. Notwithstanding that he has made it this far only because of the training Kouyou’s given him on the art of appeasing old uncles and kissing their ass so that they give him what he wants.

Guess Mori isn’t as thorough as Chuuya thinks he is.

“Now, you can focus on me.”

Right on cue. As soon as the director leaves.

Look at that, he was right. You are confident. You are smug. You are observant. And annoyingly enough, you are in control. Because to do his job properly, he has to act like he’s wrapped around your finger. (He fails to realise he already is.)

Chuuya clenches his jaw, his brain failing to function in this pivotal moment, failing to filter any kind of acceptable responses. So he stays silent, mind going a thousand miles an hour just trying to form words, sentences, yet drawing a blank. And any normal person in your position would have spoken up by now, but you? You’re reeling in his inexplicability, silently. Observing him as though he’s an animal trapped in a glass cage for all to admire.

You lean back against your chair, the padded back bending backwards to support your weight. Your arms are crossed over your chest and the smirk has not left your face. If anything, it gets wider. Neither of you give in. You both keep your gaze locked on each other, and the silence grows on him. The comfort sneaks up on him. It’s weird. Is he dreaming it? Is he being delusional? Why is that he feels that with you, more is said through your silence than words? If so, being under your carefully appraising eye would be an honour.

Chuuya thinks, no no, he knows, he hears you muttering under your breath. He wants to retort, but words don’t find him. Only silence and stillness.

But it doesn’t last any second longer because you scoff in amusement and grab the paperwork regarding the partnership off the spot your father has left behind. Your eyes don’t leave his cerulean ones though. It’s almost as though you’re hyper-focused on him. Or is it the other way around? Maybe it’s mutual?

You do eventually break the stare though, to turn your back and walk out the door, but not before you stop at the edge, bidding goodbye with a lopsided smile and a “Park Hotel, 8pm, seventieth floor.”

Four hours seemed like a lot of time to prepare.

Seemed.

It isn’t.

Because now, at 7.56pm, Chuuya is still staring nervously at himself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom. A flurry of thoughts occupy his state of mind.

Is my tie okay? It’s not lopsided, is it? He thinks about your lopsided smile as he adjusts the black tie set against his red dress shirt. His black coat is replaced by a black fitted blazer. Then he wonders if you’re still in your work outfit.

Damn it, why can’t he get you out of his mind?

You’re a necessary ally, he thinks. That’s why, he convinces himself. Although, not really. If you are just another job, another person the Port Mafia needs to brainwash, then why is he so nervous about this date? His hands freeze in their motions as he questions himself.

Is this what it is? A date?

By 7.59pm he’s up on the seventieth floor, and the moment he steps out of the elevator, an usher tells him to follow. Wow. Having an already established media empire the moment you were born must have been a big bonus for you, hasn’t it? Chuuya imagines you’re spoiled; you’ve lived your whole life with the lavish luxury you currently stand to inherit now. But he gives you due credit. For your father to entrust the dealings of the Port Mafia to you, you must be very capable. Not that he has ever thought otherwise.

In the short hour that he had interacted with you earlier, he knows you’re anything but a bimbo. But you must have thought he was similar to one, huh? What with him being speechless over nothing.

Once he reaches the private room, he’s greeted by you already seated, right leg crossed over your left, fingers flipping through the menu, unfazed by his arrival. The door shuts behind him, and it’s back to this air of oppressed silence. Chuuya slowly glides over to his seat across from you, eating you up from your head down to your little tippy toes. You are less covered up now, your office suit giving way to a remarkably eye-catching black maxi, although he does admit, what catches his eye is that slit that runs up your thigh.

Now, now, you look sexy.

When he settles down, he notices the agreement from this afternoon sitting by the edge of the glass table, all complete save for his and your signatures. The numbers 70 and 30 briefly register in his head. The former, of course, rightfully belonging under you. He furrows his brows. That’s twenty percent lower than what Mori is expecting. How can he negotiate with you, then? What more can he bargain with?

But as he looks up from the document to you, you’re already observing him, wearing a flirty (with a side of smug, as he expects) smile on those lips of yours.

“There’s always a price to pay, Mr. Nakahara.”

Chuuya is slightly baffled. The other workers in your office are boring and own a one-track mind. But evidently you don’t belong in the same group as them.

Is this a game to you?

“Name it.” He does want to know what you’re seeking from him, and he knows he’s not nearly as witty enough to figure it out on his own.

You never give anything away easily though. Chuuya learned that much. Instead of giving answers you lean back on your seat, just as you did earlier, and revert your attention back to the menu.

“So, you are capable of speaking to women after all, huh?”

The rest of the dinner is filled with conversations that don’t pertain to what it should. Instead of discussing the deal, he gets sidetracked, oddly intrigued by what you personally find fascinating. Chuuya remembers that first wave of pleasant surprise wash across your face when he asks about what you like, what you do outside of work. You know, the common exchange. But it must slip his mind that you aren’t used to ‘clients’ taking an interest in you, as a person.

Neither of you realise the abrupt change in the tone of the evening. You both kind of just ease into it.

Chuuya memorises what you tell him; how you actually like what little time you have outside of work; how you talk about books as your escape, the way your favourite author’s name rolls off your tongue so easily even though it’s a foreign name. He notes how your eyes sparkle when he pays you a compliment about how your brain works instead of the usual comments you receive on your appearance. He also loves how you talk just that little bit faster when you’re excited about a topic.

But he also learns how your smile is forced when you talk about your family, or anything remotely related to your work. He notices how you bite your lip when you talk about barely having time to enjoy anything outside of work. And how until now you’ve been a slave to the company, having to learn and grind on knowledge about anything and everything that you need to know to run it. A shut-in with a twist, if he might label it.

Chuuya was wrong then, he realises. Your life has not been one of free rides; easy passes. It didn’t get easier because of who you are. It was the reverse. It got harder because more was expected out of you. Your life at home wasn’t any easier. Turns out your father was, and is still, a tyrant. You’ve never known to enjoy yourself.

“Until tonight.”

Only now does it dawn on Chuuya why you set this whole thing up in the first place. This way you get to have some time to enjoy yourself at a ‘date’ disguised as a business meeting, because then dear daddy won’t get mad at you now, will he? You’ve probably never experienced romance, have you? Given your tight schedules and overbearing parents. Chuuya must be your first.

He gets just slightly giddy thinking of that possibility.

And by the time your plates are cleared and the bill is paid (by your father, apparently, because you grinned and charged it to his credit card; Chuuya thinks it’s acceptable because from what he hears, the director doesn’t seem to be a very good man at all, why not charge it to the man?), he makes his mind up to really help you make full use of your night.

That’s how he finds himself ten minutes later with you standing on the edge of the neighbouring skyscraper, your fingers intertwined tightly with his. Your first exposure to his ability. ‘Holy shit’ were your exact words. Despite how you carry yourself in the office, it’s almost unbelievable how childlike you look now, admiring the sight before you. Losing all your childhood because of who you’re expected to be… Chuuya knows all too well what that feels like. Minus the bond that is family, of course. Although now, he guesses he can call the Port Mafia such.

“Forty.”

Chuuya arches a brow. “Forty?”

You press your lips together to suppress a grin, nodding at him. “Highest I can go for you, Mr. Nakahara.”

“My boss wants a half, though,” Chuuya grimaces in faux sheepishness. Of course Mori would be fine with a forty, but it’s fun having a back-and-forth with you. Or maybe this is his way of convincing himself this is nothing more than continuing a pleasant conversation.

There’s something in your reaction that gets him so curious. It’s how you grin yourself silly and can’t even manage to look him in the eye. Or the way you try to untangle your fingers, only to find Chuuya has gripped them even tighter. He doesn’t even have to ask for you to know what he’s thinking of.

“Fifty is for family only, sorry.”

He waltzes through the narrow corridors and carpeted floors like it’s home. It might as well be, he’s been here about as many times as he’s been to the Port Mafia headquarters in the same duration. It doesn’t look as tacky as it used to. Or is it just because he’s used to it? Or maybe the gradual changes all seem like nothing to him because he visits this place every single day.

Chuuya sighs. No matter, he’s got other things to worry about.

“No, forget about making your own notes. Negotiate. I want exclusivity on this.”

There it is. Your bossy, domineering voice.

He leans by the doorframe. Your subordinates all dub you the ‘boss from hell’. Personally he can’t see why. But then again, you’re an absolute angel to him. (He never gets tired of seeing the shock register on everyone’s faces when they see you be all lovey-dovey with him.)

Feels good. Being the exception.

When the conversation ends, you hang up the phone and turn over, finally noticing your boyfriend by the door. It’s like a switch turns in you; your hostility melts away and those deep downturned lines rotate into a smile. Even now, five years later, you still have a childlike innocence to you; he sees this right now by how you skip towards him like an elated dog seeing its owner is home.

Did he just compare you to a dog…? Out of all the things he likes, why did he — he mentally facepalms himself but shrugs it off. Like he’s said before, he has more pressing matters to think about.

It’s amazing to think how far you both have gotten. From being strictly business to unspoken feelings in a matter of hours, to where you guys are now. Frankly, he didn’t think it was possible for someone like him. He gravitates away and thinks back to the first time he stepped foot in here.

Huh, maybe Mori did know what he was doing after all. That man ended up being your matchmaker. Chuuya inwardly grimaces and shudders and the thought.

But you pull him back to earth.

Your arms snake around his neck and you hook your legs around his waist. Lucky you’re wearing a pantsuit today, because the last time you did that, i.e. yesterday, you were wearing a skirt and it rode up your thigh a little too high. Yeah, Chuuya wasn’t too happy when some of your male coworkers got to see a glimpse of your ass. But he can’t blame you, you were just that excited to see him. Something he finds remarkable given you’ve been together for four years.

“Didn’t think you’d come here this early,” you comment as you get down, your hands still round his neck. “What brings you by, Chuu? Or should I say, future boss of the Port Mafia?”

He gives you a peck on the lips. His nickname falling from your lips just sound so right. You’re right, he usually comes by after you both are done with work. That usually means 8pm onwards. (You both are pretty invested in your companies. Especially now so for Chuuya that he’s been announced a few days ago as the one to take over the mafia in the future.)

“Today I’m here for professional reasons, princess, to offer you a proposal,” Chuuya coos, a gloved thumb grazing over your cheek.

“Hmm?” You look up at him quizzically. “Okay, shoot.”

Chuuya grins at you, his eyes closing and forming into crescents. He opens them slowly as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I think it’s time for that fifty-fifty.”

✢ tags. @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes

[fauzhee10069]

Decided to draw it in JoJo style because the shot is so JoJo-like, reminds me of this Jolyne-Weather’s scene.

I should have done it in digital form, but I don't have time, sorry if it's a bit rough.

(keep reading is my personal thought about shipping, nothing important tbh)

Now, let's talk about ship for a while. If you follow my posts then you may find that I'm not a fan of either clerith and cloti. Tbh, romance in FF7 in general is not my favorite thing (it is not really well-written enough to me).

With whom do I ship Aerith with? Probably Zack, the actual designated canon FF7 offers. Personality wise, they could be the funnest pair ever. But there is issue in their development, I know Crisis Core but I still see that clerith will develop better than zerith because... .

Tserith? Better to stay as platonic to me.

And my thought of cloti? I like them best as opposite gender friendship with platonic feeling rather than romance. Cloti romance is a failure (at least in my opinion). So, with whom do I ship Tifa with? Probably with Rude, then Barret.

You know how's cloti in AC? It sucks.

Cloud's emotional state and Tifa being lockheart makes their relationship going nowhere.

Whose fault is that? No, there's no one to blame.

Okay, I don't think I need to explain in detail about cloti in AC, many people have already shared their metas (of why Cloud behaves like that... and why Tifa is like this... bla bla bla) and I mostly agree to them.

What I really want to say is that Cloud's emotional state and his feelings of guilt makes him unprepared for romance. He is not ready for that, in my opinion. He needs time, to sort himself out, first.

I think he needs a friend more than a lover. Thus, he can't treat Tifa properly as his lover, in AC. Though yeah, he is not actively seeking friend as well, even though he really needs it. He shuts himself, alone and depressed.

Therefore, he is not ready for romance, as 'a woman', we shall just leave him alone. Tifa needs to wait until Cloud is ready for that.

A lover, in a sense of... living together, sharing & caring to each others, then raising a family.

Tifa needs to wait...

But Tifa is a woman, and a woman has more limited time to make all that happen (you know what I mean, biologically).

A woman who is willing to wait for her loved one to be ready for it is such a precious.

But will I? I personally won't. I don't think I can waste my time for that, I prefer to move on with someone else ASAP because I'm getting old.

And for someone like Tifa, surely she has plenty of options... including Rude.

Rude looks nice, he could be a better man than Cloud (if only he doesn’t belong to Shinra was on the same side). Or... Cloud can be a much better person than Rude, but it needs time, which may take years for that.

Will Tifa wait? I do think she will. She is not me, and looking at her personality, I believe she is a woman who is loyal and willing to wait even if it takes forever.

TL;DR Just leave Cloud alone. Aerith and Tifa deserve better men. Unless, when it comes time for Cloud to be that better man.

But guys, I won’t gatekeep you to ship clerith and cloti because in fact, I love some cute fanarts of them too :3

Yeah, I shouldn't have mixed up real life and fiction too often.

[shinyzango]

End of Hiatus

Yo. After some thinking I decided to end the hiatus beforehand, mostly to give an update and talk about future plans.

TLDR: shit with my grandparents is a nightmare and other stuff keeps piling up on these and not leaving us a moment of breather, but we're working to have both of them placed and treated properly and their money secured from aunt and others who laid their eyes on them. This made me not be able to be in my room nor use my computer, but I got around and buy a new phone that allows me to draw on it decently, so I'm going to open some quick cheap commissions after getting the hang of it in order to try and help cover all these increased costs.

A'ight, update. Like mentioned before, we're having issues with both my grandparents. They both have mental illnesses/degeneration in a way or another. Grandpa keeps having moments of loss of memory and is kind of going nuts, and we just had to go through a multitude of fees for having gone around while under covid restrictions (he also lives alone now so there's no one looking after him at his place), and we've been trying for 2 weeks to get him to accept to stay in our place so to keep him company and all. But he's been a stubborn idiot up to this point. To add to that, we suddenly got given our grandma in custody because after aunt took her and went around with her stupid camper with her in, they both ended up with covid and got isolated in a hotel, and grandma healed up from it before aunt so she needed a place to go since aunt needed to stay quarantined in the camper on her own. So we took her here and had to somersault our whole house in order to prepare both of them a room. While in just a week she recovered a lot, in addition to all the illnesses she has she also ended up with a severe itchiness caused by dry skin that was driving her crazy, and now that she had finally unplugged her intestine and started emptying out, she ended up with hemorrhoids... also she fears everything, especially being left alone, so we can't leave her for a moment unless she knows we're going around the house, but we still have to be in the near proximity. All of this with the addition of aunt being an annoying nosy brat, the people trying to get her into the retirement house asap, us having to fix all the bullshit aunt caused ever since she took charge of grandma, and everything else. And all of this keeps happening out of nowhere all together. Both me and mom are exhausted, especially mom since she's the one who is in charge of everything and has to drive all around (with her sight illness not helping at all), and we didn't sleep much in these last couple nights because grandma kept waking us.

Until things get fixed up, I'm forced to sleep in grandma's room with mom to keep an eye on her until we can afford an extra caretaker too look after her. But also because we lack beds so I'm unable to sleep in my room anyways, which also means i'm unable to operate on my pc. On a brighter side, we decided to do one big expense among the ones for my grandparents, so now I have a new phone where I can draw on, while she gets my old one what works faster than her current one. So while I can't take normal commissions or work on my Patreon, to which I apologize for the lack of updates, I am able to offer some quick cheap commissions once I get more used to CSP mobile. That way I can easen up the expenses between us and them since for now it's all on us. I will make a proper post for them once I'm ready to take him, but for now I'm considering using ko-fi's service for the payments, so it's easier on everyone. We'll see.

Sorry for the wall of text but I just wanted to update on you all. Hope at least your 2021 is going well.