#the same way he was in debt w his teacher

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fknished lynsys sidequest and hes so (biting him like a chewtoy) i think his insane rizz everybody talks abt his fake but i think calling mc a “gentle soul” and indulging paimon w a private show and thinking of us as his friends is genuine and i think thats cuter

[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

Modern Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Part 3

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Summary: the deal is struck between you and Aemond

Warnings: none, really

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been really busy with work, and this part was kinda hard to write. That’s also why this is shorter

Word Count: 1.6k

“And he didn’t tell you what he wanted?” Aly looks over at you while adding a slice of turkey to the sandwich she’s making? You shake your head. It had been a few days since everything went down, yet you were still trying to wrap your head around it all. The fact that Aemond would consider helping you at all—foreboding debt aside—just didn’t make sense to you.

“Why does he have to be so cryptic and spooky,” Aly asks, adding a generous amount of mayo to the sandwich.

“Beats me,” you reply. A shout startles you both out of your conversation. You and Aly turn your heads to the living room area. Benji Blackwood and his two friends Kermit and Oscar Tully—“the muppets” as Aly likes to call them—are sprawled across Aly’s couch, cursing at a video game they’re thoroughly engrossed in.

“Oi! You tryin’ to wake your dad up?” Aly calls to them. Currently, Aly’s brother Sam was down the hall, trying to sleep off a migraine. The boys cringe slightly.

“Sorry,” one of the Tully boys stage whispers back to Aly. She sighs. “Anyways, lunch is ready.” In a flash, the boys were on their feet, making their way to the kitchen. Aly pushes the sandwich with the mayo mountain towards Benji.

“Would you like some sandwich with your mayo?” She teases. Benji scowls back, but his expression quickly morphs into a grin. The boys make their way back to the couch. Aly turns to you.

“Listen, if he tries to pull anything with you, just say the word and I’ll kick his ass. Then I’ll call Cregan and he’ll also kick his ass.” You laugh in response. “What’s his deal with them anyways? Are they friends?”

“Acquaintances is more like it. They get along well enough, but Creg’s friendship with Jace sorta puts him on thin ice.”

“…Yeah, I still don’t get it.”

“Look, rich people friendships are weird, okay?” Aly explains. “Sometimes it’s better if you don’t ask questions and just go with it. I find the truth usually comes out on its own time.” She starts resealing containers and putting them in the fridge. You follow suit, deciding to take her advice. You two clean in silence for a couple minutes, until your phone buzzes. You look at the name on the screen, suddenly feeling very nervous.

You show the conversation to Aly. Her eyebrows raise, and she notes the tense expression on your face. “You know you don’t have to do this right? I’m sure I could find some time to give you lessons.”

You think about it for a moment. Aly would certainly be a nicer teacher than Aemond. But her Raven is much different than your Meraxes. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking for an excuse to learn more about the enigmatic, handsome Targaryen.

“I don’t want to cut into your time with your family. I know how important it is to you,” you tell her. “Besides, we’re all adults. I can handle a little tough love.”

“Alright then. Lemme know if you change your mind,” Aly relents, leaving the kitchen. You turn back to your phone to text Aemond.

Saturday morning comes far too soon, and you find yourself heading back to Aemond and Aegon’s shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s truck. One of the doors is rolle up, and you can see Aemond working on a bike. He lifts his head when he hears the engine.

“Well,” you breathe, “here goes nothing.”

“Remember, I’m only a text away,” Aly reassures you. You grin then exit out the passenger side door. Before you turn away, you see Aly glare at Aemond, pointing at her eyes then at him before making a u-turn and driving off. You take a deep breath, then walk over to Aemond. By now, he’s standing and wiping his hands with a cloth. He’s wearing the same outfit as when you two first met, only this time the coveralls are unzipped with the sleeves tied around his waist. The white singlet he’s wearing does nothing to hide the definition of his chest or arms. A few streaks of grime decorate his body, along with a few tattoos. He’s not overtly bulky, but he’s definitely in shape. His biceps flex slightly as he cleans his hands; you try not to bite your lip.

You both stand in awkward silence, waiting for someone to break it. You decide to bite the bullet yourself.

“Where’s Aegon,” you ask, peering into the garage, but there’s no sign of Aemond’s brother.

“He doesn’t typically come in on weekends,” Aemond answers. “Prefers to sleep in.”

“Oh.” You’d hoped he’d be here; his easygoing nature could’ve served as a good mediator.

“So I take it you’re interested?” It takes a moment for you to realize he meant the training.

“Oh I’m yeah. But I want to know what exactly you’re hoping to get out of this,” you reply quickly. Get your shit together you mentally chastise yourself. He’s not worth it.

“Hmm, yes. I’ve been going back and forth on what I want from you,” he starts, setting the rag on a nearby workbench. He turns his back on you.

“And you’ve decided on…” you prompt. He drums his fingers on the table, silent. Then…

“The Conqueror’s Gala. I need someone to go with me,” he states. That’s it? He needs a date to some fancy event? You thought you’d have to do something like clean his house or shine his bike for a month. Not this.

“If you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, Targaryen-“

“No. Gods no. Nothing like that.” Aemond hastily replies. “My mother is always on my as about bringing a date. Normally, I’d just go with Helaena, but this year she’s decided to side with mum. They want me to prove that I’m capable of spending time with people I’m not directly related to.” His mouth presses into a thin line, and he averts his gaze. He starts drumming his fingers again. It looks like that’s something he does when he’s agitated. You let the silence simmer, silently enjoying the way his jaw clenched.

“Hmmm. I suppose I could spare one evening to get all dressed up and rub elbows with the Westerosi elite,” you sigh in pretend annoyance. He gives you a disgruntled look. “Trust me. It’s not the fun time you think,” he says sharply. Of course a cryptic like him wouldn’t enjoy social events. You try not to laugh at the thought.

“Well, fun or not, I’ll take it,” you tell him. His shoulders relax a little.

“Good,” he says stiffly. “Shall we?” he gestures his hand towards the bike. You realize it’s his own, the bronze coloring of the Vaghar catching the late morning light. You make your way over and take your seat. The bike has the same controls as your Meraxes, but his has extra side mirrors affixed.

Aemond leans over you, one hand on the handlebar and the other on the seat behind you. It takes all your willpower not to gawk at his arm.

“Alright,” Aemond says softly. “Now I want you to start the engine.”

You turn and look at him, incredulous. “You think I don’t know how to start a bike?”

Aemond levels a flare at you. “I’m just being thorough.” You scoff and roll your eyes, but you do as he says.

“Good,” he muses. He’s inches from your ear. The soft timbre of his voice sends a shudder through you. “Now what?” You choke out. You hate the effect he has on you.

“I want you to shift to first gear,” he instructs. All you can do is obey blindly.

“Good. Good,” he praises. He has you go through all the gears and how to break, giving a little praise each time you do something correct. It’s all painfully easy, and you should be insulted he’s making you prove such basic knowledge. Instead, you silently relish the rush of warmth you get with each praise. Hell, you’re almost tempted to get something wrong on purpose just to see how he’ll react? Would he gently explain the correction, or would he go back to being rude and insult you?

“Well then,” Aemond says, pushing off his bike. You mourn the loss of his warmth on your shoulder. “It seems you really do know the basics.” He drawls the last part. Oh yeah, that’s what it’s like when he insults you. You get off the bike, and he starts to wheel it into the garage. “But the Dragon Rally isn’t for the feint of heart. You’ll need to be able to ride long distances in potentially rough weather. You need to be adaptable, ready to make a decision at a moment’s notice. And that’s not even including the Rally itself.”

“What happens at the Rally?” you ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Aemond replies, turning his back on you. You scoff. “Yes. I would. That’s why I asked”

He smirks. “All you need to know is that you need to build up your endurance. I’d like to take you on a ride through the Kingswood when you’re next available. Once you’re comfortable, we’ll take more challenging treks. Sound good?”

You nod your head. At least you won’t have to have weird conversations with him when riding.

“Good. Check your schedule, and give me your next available date,” he says before pulling the garage door closed in your face.

You stand there in stunned silence. What the fuck is up with this guy?

You text Aly, and a few minutes later her truck pulls up to the sidewalk.

“Well that was quick,” she observes as you put on your seatbelt.

“You’re telling me,” you reply, looking back at the garage as Aly pulls away.

You were confused. You were intrigued. Something told you this was only the tip of the iceberg that was Aemond Targaryen.

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🧑‍🤝‍🧑 Colton

good salt of the earth people. teen marriage runs deep in this family, they were married right after their high school graduation. not yet pregnant, just sure of themselves. they were in love and when you're in love, you make this big crazy commitment in front of everyone who knew you when you were a baby at church and then you get a little house way out of town and have gorgeous girl boy twins. that's all you really can do.

their dad, jody (woody harrelson fc), has a hard way of loving. he's the kind of dad that kyleigh and colton could never really know beyond the context of him as their dad. like he wasn't trying to be friends with either of them. he loved them a lot but he didn't show it in that way, he's like more on the wavelength of. always really good about making kyleigh got her oil changed. helped colton build a new bookshelf before he moved out. i think kyleigh maybe got a little more sweetness out of him just because. well look at her that's a baby girl. but he and colton, regardless of the love between them, just had a very straightforward relationship. they talk about work, they talk about basketball, and they talk about kyleigh's kids (and eventually his. he was pretty relieved by that.)

their mom, tanya (kyra sedgwick fc) is THEE busy body church lady to end all busy body church ladies. she's a school teacher AND a sunday school teacher, and she's so nosey its insane. she's very much a part of small town politics. to that extent, she's also always up in her kid's business. i think she makes up for their dad's hands off approach. she can be a little blunt in the way she approaches things, she doesn't see the point in beating around the bush. i think she was also soooo tickled that kyleigh got teen pregnant by **** ***. like sorryyy but like that's the exact kind of family a mother like this is salivating to be apart of.

i think they're very take it as it comes people if that makes sense. like when kyleigh got pregnant, that was just a fact. i think their dad probably pulled some macho bullshit on w*de just because he felt like that was his job. scare the kid straight. and there was a brief panic of what will people think... until again she remembered it was actually a win socially. but ultimately that just became the fact of the situation. if she was going to do that, she was going to do that, so they let her go and be an adult. same with colton and school: they didn't get why he wanted to do all of that, but if that was what he wanted to do, that was his prerogative. enjoy the debt and the liberal arts master.

i think they lived in the house the twins grew up in forever. i think their dad hated visiting them in st louis, they certainly preferred hosting. their mom the kind of grandmother that's always posting memes about how a grandmothers love is the strongest force in the world but misspells the kids names in the post. their dad the kind of grandpa who just wants to sit on the couch and watch the most random war movie you've ever heard of at the family function. weirdly feel the need to call out their mom was obsessed with skye (like everyone else) and they both more than once commented on how tyson was "exhausting." like their mom would always be passing on advice on how to deal with a hyper child as if it worked. kyleigh is right there.

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               M A E V E     -    W E S T

Name: Maeve Joanna West Nickname: Mae, MeeVee (by her father) Age: 34 Birthday: December 22nd Zodiac: Capricorn Occupation: Owner of TRANSCEND Gym Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single

BIOGRAPHY

tw parentification, tw violence/gore, tw parental abuse

There is something to be said about thinking there is normalcy in sitting at the edge of a gym parking lot after spending the better half of the evening waiting for your father to pick you up from school. An afterthought; it’s a concept that has lingered, clinging through most of Maeve West’s life. From the time she was born as an accidental ‘I didn’t know I was pregnant’ baby between two people who should have never been together, to the mother who promised to take her out on playdates only to never answer her phone, she spent the better half of her youth taking care of not only herself, but her father.

Jeremiah had the dream of being a professional wrestler in the same universe as Hulk Hogan and Macho Man. Despite the fact that he wouldn’t get beyond the local gyms and the ‘you owe me’ substitutions, he followed his dream all the way to the proverbial grave. Maeve would attend every single practice, show, after show, and financial hardship — because there was nowhere else for her to go. Sometimes he would forget that she was at school. Sometimes she would give up a dance or seven in order to support his career — and his face, as the injuries were always grave and cheap.

Once she entered her teens, Maeve became a reckoning at school. Suspended, expelled, and suspended multiple times at the school a town over, she constantly found herself using her fists instead of her words to anyone who tried to say something about her faded clothes or matted hair. Jeremiah wouldn’t show at the disciplinary meetings, appointing Maeve her very own teacher to watch over her as a guardian. The closest to a normal parent she could ever have, she ditched high school and instead decided to get into fighting professional herself.

Not just for stage, but the real deal. Real knuckles, real blood, real consequence.

Fights brought in a decent amount of money. Way more money than her old man was making, which had unfortunately put them out of commission due to the fact that he nearly broke his spine by a planned spot gone horribly wrong. Eventually returning to school to get her GED, Maeve took business classes at a local community university while pushing herself into MMA-oriented fighting rings to make extra while trying to do it all.

Her father remarried a woman he met at a bar only eleven days prior and moved in with her, allowing Maeve the opportunity to stand on her own two legs without the threat of weight crushing her. She signed to become the owner of a gym, lovingly named TRANSCEND, and currently runs a small but tight ship. She still fights at the tournaments she hosts, unable to fully rid herself of old habits.

PERSONALITY

+ diligent, reliable - combative, cruel

FUN FACTS.

bisexual but doesn’t really identify as any set label openly as sexuality is more fluid in her eyes / not her main focus

her baseline threshold for bullshit tolerance is comically low

always sneezes five times in a row

compulsively cracks her knuckles from undiagnosed anxiety

wears the same seven outfits in her wardrobe

has broken twelve bones, her nose twice

WANTED CONNECTIONS

childhood friends who knew her while things were tough with her dad

wrestling fans who may know the local jeremiah west

people who have memberships to TRANSCEND / interested parties

staff of TRANSCEND or just sponsorship business owners who get a free membership from helping her out with the business

someone she owes money to / is indebted to as she has a lot of debts collected in that closet

enemies who can’t stand her, that’s totally cool w/me bc she can be obnoxious SKJDFKSDF come 1 v 1 fight her bro

a confidante, someone she allows herself to be slightly vulnerable to

a mentor

some spicy stuff

ANYTHING, THIS GIRL IS MEEEESSSYYYYY

[chaoticcandyfart]

Hello world... I went from MySpace to Fb. I had an insta for about a week. TBH I cared more about my next fix for 10+ yrs than anything. I'm 33, I've been clean of my drugs of choice for over 3 years. I am just now getting around to watching stuff on youtube and that is only bc my boyfriend does. Idk if other people feel this way, but social media in the world now intimidates me. I might have 700 people on my fb but like 7 actually follow me. Of those 7, maybe 3 or 4 actually comment or like my shit. I only talk to a small handful of people IRL and they are immediate family. I hate being on video. I'm not even old but I'm already set in my ways when it comes to technology, I'm good w my smartphone and that's it. I barely play our Xbox. I have too much student loan debt to go back to school. (I kinda fucked that all up when I was getting high). I don't really have talents or skills. My dr just put me on Abilify so I'm hoping that helps with the depression, anxiety, and severe mood swings. I'm pretty sure my mom is a true to the core narcissist and I think I got more of her genes than my dad's. He was an absolute sweetheart and she is an evil bitch. Uses your own words against you, talk shit about you while you're still in the room and then smile at you, she pits her children against each other, only wants to talk about herself. I can keep going but you get the picture, and I am the same way sometimes. The last few years I've been hyperfocused on my stepson with these traits and idk why. It wasn't always like that, when I have birth to my son it was like a switch flipped in my brain and our relationship hasn't been the same since. I've been making an effort to change this and I'm finding it extremely hard. Last year his teachers told me that stepson wanted to kill my son, and explained in detail the way he said he wanted to do it and when I try being nice that's the only thing I can think about. 🤔 I wish I knew what was wrong with me.

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

i DRANK 2 PUMPKIN SPICE LAtTez N NOW I FEEL Leafes in my Stom@ch!!!!!!

RAWR MEANS ILY IN DINOSAWR N I WANNA CUM to dA DARK SIZE CUZ THEYZ GOTS Mint CHOCO CHIP COOKIEZ !!!!!!

5 MORE DAYZ THEN I KAN POST ON LEX N FUG WHO EVER REPORTED MY LAST POST CUZ I RLY DID GET LIKE 17 MSGS IN RESPONSE TO MY “pOTENTIALLY HARMFHL” AKA RAISING AWARENESS MAYB BY “INCITING VIOLENCE “ON A Bitch AT HENRIETTA HUDSON!!!!!

Y do u keep smoking weed from a dirty bong when u hav bronchitis??? Y do some ppl accept 5-7 min sex from their partners and still decide to Stay with them ??? Y do u keep growing out ur roots to plz ur boyfie who has worked at michilen star restaurantz but i hav only witnessed cookin pasghetti??? shoutout to the tht guy w the bike who jumped out wilson L at 4am just to tell meh he thought i was cute n asked for mi number but i said NO!!!!!!! n r@n away. shutout to mi fwendz taiwanese landlady who pet me lik a dog n who i put k up her nose in trade 4 hot soy milky n a fish bao. they hav a fb pg dedicated to they pet ferret who dressez up like oprah, marilyn monroe n bob marley <dreads from her old boyfie!> shoutout 2 da bday pawrty tht i threw tht didn’t happen tht led to a mental breakdown n bday boy split on meh but itz all luv at the end of the day.

havnt blogged in a min since i started werking as a teacher n also at jewelry warehouse managing inventory n packaging . ig it’s whut U culd call product merchandising? finished mi fashion merchandising certificate via parsons n hav been accomplishing much but Rly kinda Fucked at the same time cuz Cali taxes but i think in ab 3 yrs w more frugal spending n living w debt i will probz be able to C the lite of day but fornow i hav got to keep gettin Kuter n hotter so i get my drugs for free.

Whts happened since i last bloggeD??? Well… the bar i threw my bday party at in Sep wants $600 from me and i lost my id there as collateral , i put K up my butthole for the first time tht same nite , My therapist i just got last week thinks i hv a great sense of humor , i paid $100 for an LA Astrologer to read my natal chart ill get read nxt sunday ,hav been reading a lot of peoples fb messages in their account unbeknownst to Dem [ some ppl r Toxic!! ] , Went 2 sleepy halloww N it wuz fun to explor3 ! we snuck into the phillip manor n ran from the moosez n snuck into the cemetery then went back to the city to go two parties til our phone died N we were askin ppl for directions to the nxt party. 0pen bar at ladygunn [ N met ppl from sk8 kitchen ive now met like three ppl from sk8 kitchen just in passing in parties n walkin around in bushwick. ] walkin in platformz n cheap shein shoes we blistered n bruised so the bunions unfortunately rnt goin anywhere but it iz whut it iz.

A haiku:

Mi molly plug

put they

pube

in my molly pills.

10/10 Best molly i ever done. missed the party bus at fidi to haunted mansion cuz my fake frog died n im in the third stage of grief ab it. (Bargaining) . Im entering a hoe phase again after being in my “im waiting for tru luv christian era “but like Truly- if ur boring id rather u be toxic pleaze for the love of God don’t b boring !!!!!!!!! UgH…. now I know whut silicone fake boobs feel like in my handz and mouth , iAm now an owner of a mattress made out of green tea , Im talking to a they them whose name is a frappuccino at Starbucks , My belly button piercing is infected , N new luv language unlocked : L8 nites screaming 2 emo music n throwback y2K sheit in Lena hornes grandsons bushwick apt n kissing his gf n trying on wigz n trying to do headstandz n LOTZ OF poetry SHaringz !!

a random poem i wrote on the bussy On my way! to werk: “scared of fame like sia .

Rico Nasty , sick . and diarrheaed .” Do u like it .

Halloweenn wuz fun dressing up like the BL00d of christ lmfao but i def got too tired cuz went out consecutive dayz n no sleep n just tired n sad . Intrapersonal probz make meh so fukin sad. But it lastz few wkz of good wetherr so i celebratin by goin to bodega in a c thru bra. i value deli man’s opinions of meh Titty piercings . iM still confused as to how i met my last situationship’s ex roommate at a casting who also may hav fucked my friends situation ship / Boyfie while feeling insecure and Hmmz. Guess the strait scene is gettin smol like the gay scene.

i finished watching party monster ab the club kidz scene in nyc n i am fuckin INSPIRED as hell to keep dressin weird n mayb do drag makeup sometimez. Luved the movie but therez too much Heroin. but much respect to Amanda Lenore , James st James n Angel Melendez (rip). Sidenote but i’ve been talking to a virgo trans masc columbia student who wants to top me and He wuz tellin meh ab how they did heroin once at a poland rave n Im getting increasingly interested Also just found out kurt cobain did Hereoin to help his undiagnosed IBS prob cuz he was severely lactose but his fav food wuz mac n cheese n pizza. LE SIGGHHH. soooooo relatable…!!!! but H is not kute so ima hav to let this 1 pass.

Finally getting mf help n treatment for ED stuff n tryna take more vitamins , im afraid of change and its so toxic how my head kan get sometimes just trying to follow this routine or diet sometimes i’ll call it just to find myself lying to myself continuously n going in roundabout ways with food anxiety, to the point of not being able to sleep because im in such a bad headspace because i’m hungry and trying to distract myself from not eating. I rly want a cinnamon roll wiff pecans tho. n crab Ranboobs…..

Gossip gurl rennybaby69247 advice- Dunt ever trust a hoe tht acts like sylvia plath manic girlie but kantt rly relate cuz it’s a whole systemic white ppl privilege thing at the end of the day , but trust white ppl who bake real good cuz Tbh they cook the main course w no garlic seasoning or pepper or salt on PURPOSE cuz they wanna prepare u for the boobwerrie muffin w almondz shaped like heartz on the top Dessert on purpose cuz U wont even fathom their artistry n Sheit n the power in their muscles to knead that dough tO Begin with!!!!!!!!!! white people need more credibility in the kitchen Ntthis week i want to say white lives matter n we shuld Giv them respectable chances to "get back " in our social platforms .

Til nxt week!!!!!!!!

ur disney channel princess , clowncore magazine collaging naked neighbor in the window , Depressed bitch rotting in their bedroom, Blew up on tiktok cuz of the ketamine scene in russian doll Yea u shuld follow me , Renny<3

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Azul Ashengrotto Labwear Personal Story: Part 1

"I have a favor to ask of you."

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Ramshackle Dorm – Your Room]

???: Excuse me.

Grim: Hm? Sounds like someone’s downstairs. Hey, [Yuu], let's go check it out!

[Ramshackle Dorm – Foyer]

Azul: [Yuu]-san, Grim-san. Sorry for the intrusion.

Grim: Ugh, Azul! What did you come to Ramshackle for?

Azul: Oya, there's no need to make such a disgusted face

Azul: I have not come to collect a debt or anything. If you will, I have a favor to ask of you.

A favor?

I feel like nothing good will come of this.

Azul: Would you be able to assist me in Ortho-san's maintenance?

Grim: Ortho's maintenance?

Grim: Why's an Octavinelle guy asking to help someone from Ignihyde?

Azul: I am in the same club as Ortho-san's older brother. He requested help during our last club meeting.

Azul: He said that he wished to replace some of Ortho's body parts in order to upgrade his performance, but he couldn't do it alone.

Grim: Idia must fear nothing if he's going to you for help, yanno…

Azul: He doesn't have many friends, after all. I believe it most likely took him an inordinate amount of courage to reach out to me as well.

Azul: However, he was determined. He broke out of his shell in order to help his dear little brother.

Azul: Ortho-san with his mechanical body, and Idia-san who does his utmost to maintain his "little brother."

Azul: What a wonderful tale. I was absolutely touched by such beautiful brotherly love.

Azul: Wouldn't the two of you wish to help them as well?

Grim: Not at all.

Azul: Oya, that was blunt.

Grim: That's cause this ain't got nothing to do with me! Why do I gotta go out of my way to help him out, anyway?

Azul: Oh my, it seems I misjudged you… As if. I had thought that you would respond as such.

Azul: Incidentally, Grim-san. What was it you were doing the night before last?

Grim: Night before last? Two days ago, that was… Oh! N-no way, you…

Azul: I thought it rude to not come bearing any gifts, so I have brought this for you. This is a photo that was captured of the staff room two nights ago.

Azul: We can clearly see that this is you picking a quarrel with Trein-sensei's pet and trashing the room.

Grim: W-w-w-w-wait no. Th-th-this isn't me, yanno.

A lame excuse.

The photo is perfectly clear.

Grim: But… But it's Lucius's fault, yanno. He stole my dinner roll and ran off with it!

Azul: Aah, this won't do. It seems that the teachers are all still searching for the culprit.

Azul: I am trembling so much from worrying about Ortho-san so much…

Azul: That I may accidentally drop this photo where the teachers may find it.

Azul: I feel as though if I were to be able to resolve Ortho-san's issue, then I may be able to protect the secret.

Grim: I'd be happy to help, yanno!! Right, [Yuu]!?

It was all due to my lack of supervision over him…

If we can be of assistance, I'd be happy to.

Azul: Aah, wonderful! Then, let us head to Ignihyde posthaste.

[Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge]

Idia: W-wel-wel…come.

Ortho: Thanks for coming for my sake, everyone! Nii-san is also very grateful.

Azul: No worries, friends help each other when in need.

Idia: Azul-shi… Is this really okay?

Azul: Fufufu. I believe I already told you that you may leave it to me.

Azul: Now as they say, time is money. Let us quickly begin the work. Idia-san, are you prepared?

Idia: I'm good whenever.

Grim: What're we supposed to be doing here?

Idia: Y-you guys are the assembly team…You'll prepare, remove, and attach Ortho's components, th-things like that.

Grim: Isn't that something you guys could have done without us?

Idia: Ah, I-I-I'll be doing the programming and operations management… Ortho's mechanisms are pretty complicated… so...

Azul: Ortho-san has an abundance of parts, so it would be practically impossible to perform this operation alone… is what I believe he means to say.

Idia: Y-yeah… that.

Ortho: I've been really looking forward to this update. Thanks, everyone!

Azul: Fufufu. Of course, I'm quite happy to help.

Azul: Now, you should lie yourself down now. Try not to overdo yourself now.

Azul: Replacing your parts like this is quite similar to actual surgery. It would be quite a problem if something were to happen.

Grim: Huh, Azul is kinda nice to Ortho, yanno.

Azul: I am kind to everyone, didn't you know?

Azul: To you, Grim-san, and of course, [Yuu]-san as well.

Grim: How can you say that when you took a secret photo and are threatening me with it!?

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

[cupidsintern]

shot thru the heart, pt. 1

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Steve’s always been a romantic, he’s always liked like, rom coms and love songs and picking out those stupid little teddy bears at the drugstore. He likes having someone to tell he dreamt about them, likes the idea that love is the end-all-be-all.

But he hates Valentine’s Day. And maybe it’s just this year, you know? Too much, too soon to walk through the doors of Hawkins High and realize that, oh yeah, next Friday is Valentine’s day, because pink and red streamers hang from the ceiling, and shitty cut-out hearts with too much glitter glue pepper the walls. But it can’t be too soon. Cause it's been, what- three months? One, two, yeah. Three months.

The thought makes him feel heavy all over. Reminds him how all his heart had to be picked up and crammed back into his chest like so many notes shoved into Nancy’s locker- “you look really pretty today” and “wanna get lunch?” and “hope you’re doing okay” and Steve should stop reminiscing. It just makes him sad when he turns a corner and sees that student government set up the Valentine Grams table right in front of the main office. Right fucking there. So if Steve wants to get to the other end of the school he had to walk right past the table of- mostly underclassmen girls, but some very pressed looking guys trying to live up to expectations- paying a whopping two bucks just to get a rose and yet another shitty cut out heart delivered to their certain someone.

Steve has two dollars in his wallet- and all the valentines are anonymous. Unless you write your name of course. But Steve’s not going to send one. Because he’s over Nancy, and she has a boyfriend and because… there’s no one else.

Steve thinks he must have a little storm cloud floating over his head the whole way to class, rumbling with every glittery heart he sees. He hates the day, and the two weeks leading up to it, how tired the whole thing makes him, how tired he is all the time now, how his grades just keep getting worse, which he didnt fucking know was possible-

But lately they've actually been a little better.

Okay maybe that's a plus- Steve’s grades have been better- but no, wait, no it's not, because the only reason his grades have been on the up is he’s been copying homework from Billy Hargrove.

Who Steve should stop last-naming because they've been kind of. Fine lately. Acquaintances. Friends, maybe. Not that Steve has any friends to speak of, but Billy lets Steve copy his homework- not even lets, he asks every time “you want the answers?” all low, leaning forward from his seat right behind Steve so the teacher doesn't hear. Steve remembers the first time Billy offered, he turned around in his desk so fast to go “Yes, for real?” and Billy handed his over- already complete like they hadn't gotten the handout ten minutes ago. And it was helpful, really it was, but… Steve just hated it. He couldn't think of any other way to describe the feeling- made his guts twist. Like jealousy. Billy finished his homework in class in ten fucking minutes. Billy didn't give a shit about the lesson and still aced every test. Billy apologized in a way that made it hard not to forgive him, harder when he was offering up freebie grade boosts. Charming. Steve hated it. Felt like pity, maybe. Feels like jealousy.

And Steve hated Billy’s handwriting. It was... perfect. Like a fucking machine did it, evenly spaced, took up the line like it was supposed to, consistent, neat. Legible. Artwork compared to Steve’s own chicken scratch- and today was just the same. Billy flicked Steve's shoulder with a “your cut, pretty boy,” which Steve wanted to grace with an equally charming answer, but only came up with “Thanks.” And there was the perfect handwriting.

W Hargrove

02/03/85

2nd Period

Steve should have started copying right away, cram as much as possible on to his own stupid page before the bell rang. But he stared at the evenness of the W, the slant of the slashes- like they were perfectly aligned. Bothered him more than usual, that Billy had to be better at everything, even penning words, symbols. Even when he was being nice about it. Really, Steve probably had the upper hand. Billy was being nice to him, trying to make it up to him, owing him a debt. And still, Steve was so… jealous.

He runs out of time before the bell rings, whispers “fuck me” under his breath, turns back to hand Billy his homework, but is met with

“Hang onto it.” Billy always leans so far back in his desk, slouches down into it so sometimes Steve can feel Billy’s boots kick into the back legs of his desk- one time they hit his own nikes. Left a scuff on the heels, startled him awake- jealousy.

Steve doesn’t respond right away, so Billy speaks again, probably thinks Steve’s a fucking idiot- “Finish up. Just give it back before class tomorrow, yeah?”

“Uh, yeah.” Jealousy- “Sure thing. Thank you.”

“Eh,” Billy’s already getting up. “Don’t mention it.”

Steve keeps the homework.

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pt 2 here!

[duggardata]

Anna and Mary Maxwell Might Be Attending [Bible] College.  (Wow!)

Recently, an eagle–eyed Anon spotted the 2 Youngest Maxwell Girls, Anna (28) and Mary (25), in the absolute last place you'd ever expect—a college campus.  It's all on Facebook... Anna and Mary appear in a photo posted by Appalachian Bible College to its official Facebook Page, along with caption: "The first day of classes. That's something to smile about!"  (Permalink.)

Why Are We So Surprised By This?

Ordinarily, two young women attending college wouldn't be at all shocking, but the Maxwells are not ordinary.  Anna and Mary's Parents, Steve + Teri Maxwell, are openly anti–college.  Steve thinks that state–run education, including higher education, is "a godless, promiscuity–promoting, humanistic environment," and that it traps young people in debt.  He is wary even of Christian colleges, since he believes they cause children to rebel.  He’s proud of his sons' lack of higher education, and praised them for "avoid[ing] the influence and cost of college." Teri is, sadly, just as opposed to college—especially for women.  Back in 1999, she wrote an article speculating that college may undermine a woman's ability to be a good and godly wife.  Her article laments—

"As far as our daughters go, I wonder how many of us developed independent spirits during our college or working days. Has this made it more difficult for us to submit to our husbands in the meek and quiet way we would like?"

Finally...  Anna and Mary's views on this topic seemed to be aligned with their parents, until now. According to Steve + Teri, all of the Maxwell Daughters had planned to be Stay–at–Home–Daughters until marriage.  (See Also.)  (And all 3 Daughters seemed to be doing so, since none had moved out.)  What is more, in 2010, Anna described college as "silly," and said that she thought attending would expose her to unsavory influences, and possibly hold her back from her ultimate goal of "be[ing] a stay–at–home wife and mother."

So, yeah...  This is quite a surprise!  And, while neither Steve + Teri, nor Anna or Mary, has actually confirmed that they’re enrolled at Appalachian Bible College, their appearance on the Facebook Page is definitely suspicious!

Tell Me About Appalachian Bible College.

TL;DR   If you just want to know how conservative and restrictive Appalachian Bible College is, skip down to “Student Life.”

Appalachian Bible College (ABC) is a tiny (~250 Students), insular bible college, located on 150 Acres in rural Mount Hope, West Virginia.  (The Maxwell Family hails from Leavenworth, Kansas, which >800 Miles Away.)  It self–describes as a “non–denominational and fundamental” institution, primarily associated with “Baptist and Bible churches.”  Unlike many so–called “bible colleges,” ABC is nationally and regionally accredited.  (Hurray!)

A lot, lot more information...  After the jump.

Admissions—

ABC requires prospective students to submit an application; transcripts from high school or home school; ACT, SAT, or CLT test scores; and two reference letters, one from a pastor and one from another mentor, e.g., teacher or youth group leader.  A high school diploma or GED is required, unless the student is homeschooled.  In that case, a detailed homeschool transcript is needed, and standardized test scores are “especially important.”

As part of the application, prospective students must attest that they agree w/ the college’s Doctrinal Statement.

Academics—

ABC offers four degree programs—Bible Certificate (1 Year), Associate of Arts (A.A.) (2 Years), Bachelor of Arts (B.A.) (4 Years), and Master of Arts (M.A.).  In addition, it runs an online program for degree–seeking or non–degree seeking students.  (But, Anna and Mary were spotted on–campus, so they don’t seem to be in the online program!)  Anna and Mary haven’t gone to college, so they almost certainly aren’t in the Master’s program.  Let’s just look at the rest...

(Sidenote—Before we go on, just want to point out...  All ABC graduates must, in addition to completing academic requirements, show that they are members of a church and that they possess good Christian character.  If they don’t, they won’t give their diploma!) 

Bible Certificate—ABC describes the one–year program as an “opportunit[y] for you to dig into Scripture and build your life on its unchanging truths.”  The program has two tracks—Bible + General Education and Bible + Ministry.  As the names suggest, both tracks’ core curriculum is the Bible and Bible study.  Both also require three courses in ministry—Foundations of Ministry, Biblical Theology of Missions, and Personal Evangelism & Discipleship.  Where they differ is is what else they require...

For the Bible + General Education Certificate, students must also take four ‘core’ classes—English Composition, Speech, Physical Education, Music, and “Success Seminar”—plus, an elective of their choice.  (This curriculum also mirrors the first–year curriculum of ABC’s A.A. and B.A. Degree Programs, so students can easily continue their studies, should they decide to do so.)

For Bible + Ministry, ‘core’ classes are waived in favor of extra theology.  Students take Principles of Biblical Interpretation, along with classes on Systematic Theology (2 Classes), the New Testament (Survey Class + 2 Classes), and the Old Testament (Survey Class + 2 Classes).

Associate’s Degree (A.A.)—ABC also offers a 2–Year A.A. Degree in Bible + Theology.  (That’s the only major offered.)  For this degree, the curriculum is a 50/50 split between General Education and Bible + Theology courses, plus a few ministry classes and electives.  All students take the following courses—

General Education   English Composition (2 Classes), Speech, Physical Education, Music, Biblical Worldview, and Ethical Issues in Ministry

Bible + Theology   Principles of Biblical Interpretation, Survey of the Old Testament, Survey of the New Testament, Matthew to Acts, Genesis to Deuteronomy, Paul’s Letters (2 Classes), and Doctrine (2 Classes)

Ministry   Theology of Missions, Foundations of Ministry, Evangelism & Discipleship, and Homiletics I (Males) / Bible Teaching (Females)  

Additionally, students must take a history class, a science or sociology class, and an elective.

Bachelor’s Degree (B.A.)—Finally, ABC offers a 4–Year B.A. Dual Degree in Bible + Theology and in Ministry.  Each student completes General Education classes.  Beyond that, each student is also a “double major.”  Everyone’s first major is Bible + Theology and everyone’s second major is ministry–focused—but, not everyone has the exact same Ministry Major.  (More on that in a bit...)  As far as curriculum, students must complete the General Education, Bible + Theology, and Ministry courses required for the Associate’s Degree, plus the following additional core classes—

General Education   Health, Psychology, Sociology, Finance, 2 History Classes (History of Western Civilization and American Church History), and 1 Science Class (Earth Science or Biology)

Bible + Theology   Joshua to Esther, Hebrews to Revelation, Isaiah to Malachi, Job to Song of Soloman, Doctrine (2 Additional Classes), and Bible Capstone 

Ministry   World Religion and Cults, and Homiletics II (Men) / Women’s Ministry (Women)

Finally, students must also pick a Ministry Major and complete its mandatory coursework.  At ABC, there are seven ministry majors to pick from—some of which have concentrations.  Here’s the list of Ministry Majors, with additional concentrations or sub–specialties listed in parentheses—

Biblical Counseling  (Youth & Family or Women’s Ministries)

Camping Ministry 

Elementary Education

Missions  (Biblical Languages, Foreign Language / Spanish, International Studies, Nursing, or Teaching English)

Music  (Pedagogy, Performance, or Worship)

Pastoral Ministry  (Biblical Languages or Youth & Family Pastoring)

Interdisciplinary

The Pastor Ministry Major seems to be limited to male students.

Click the links to check out the coursework each Ministry Major requires.

Student Life—

So, yeah...  ABC is not a progressive place.  At all.  They’re upfront about it, though, which is nice.  Their Student Handbook is online, available for all to read.  Here are some highlights...  (All italics are mine, not in original.)

Discipline / Consequences—Students who break the rules face discipline in the form of “a verbal or written Carefrontation, a fine, a work assignment, a temporary room or dorm confinement, a social [or] ... campus restriction,” or “some other determination.”  Egregious offenses may result in the student being “suspended ... , asked to withdraw from the college, or dismissed.”

Dress Code—There’s a detailed Dress Code, with different different activities requiring different standards of dress.  Perhaps surprisingly, pants are allowed for female students for all but the fanciest standard of dress.  (For that, they’ll have to wear skirts or dresses.)  Here are a few of the rules...

“Earrings may be worn by females only,” and “all other body piercing is prohibited.”

ABC students are prohibited from getting new tattoos.  If a student has an old tattoo, they may be required to cover it at all times if the Dean of Students deems it “offensive.” 

Prohibited Activities—ABC says that, “in order to remain above reproach,” students are prohibited from the following “questionable activities”...

Consuming “alcohol as a beverage,” tobacco in any form (including e–cigarettes), or drugs for non–medicinal purposes.  (Penalty for violating this rule is dismissal.)

Serving alcohol to others, even if done in the course of a student’s off–campus employment.

Gossiping, or engaging in “other forms of impure speech.”

Listening to, viewing, or reading “unwholesome” media or literature, or accessing websites “that do not promote godliness.”  (See Prohibited Media and Prohibited Music.)

Attending “commercial movie theaters.”

Gambling.

Dancing.

Prohibited Media—Per the ABC Student Handbook, ABC students shall not consume “any media (including social media) that features vulgar or obscene language, sexual innuendo, nudity, immodest clothing, or ... a blatantly non–Christian message.”  Additionally, students may not—  

Watch movies rated PG–13, R, X, or NC–17, or shows rated TV–MA.

Play video games or use apps rated A, M, or RP.

... and, they’re strongly cautioned to avoid media that promotes “unbiblical definitions of love”; endorses “witchcraft or the occult”; mocks “law or law enforcement”; denigrates “marriage and the traditional family”; or contains “excessive violence.”  Students are urged not to consume media made by people—e.g., actors, producers, directors—“known for their stand against Christian values.”

Prohibited Music—Students are banned from listening to music “that includes God–dishonoring language, anti–biblical messages ... , a prominent resurfacing beat, pulsating and driving or dance rhythms, or sensual overtones in the music itself or in the performance.”  They’re specifically cautioned to avoid...

Rock—Because the “lyrics may be unacceptable” and “[t]he beat of the music may become the most prominent element.”

Country—Because the “lyrics may be unacceptable” and the underlying “music may be connected to a heavy rock beat.”

Folk—As “[e]xistentialism, humanism, or hedonism may be propagated through the lyrics.”

Jazz—Since syncopation may be “extensive[ly] use[d],” and “a sensual performance style may be employed.”

Contemporary Christian—Since “a sensual performance style may be employed,” “a beat may be overly prominent,” and the “lyrics may be theologically incorrect or existential in their emphasis.”

Relationships—

“The Bible restricts sexual activity to marriage between a man and a woman.  Thus, fornication, adultery, incest, sexual abuse of a minor, homosexuality, indecent exposure, sexual harassment, and other such activities are forbidden.” 

“[N]o display of affection through physical contact (including holding hands) on the part of non–married couples, on or off campus.”

Dating students are forbidden from sitting together in class or chapel.

No male–female pair, dating or not, may be alone together in anyone’s home or residence, on– or off–campus.

No male–female pair, dating or not, may socialize off–campus without a chaperone, unless they’ve been at ABC for at least 4 Semesters.

Divorced students “shall not be permitted to date other ... students.”

According to ABC’s Student Handbook, all these rules apply to all students, at all times, on– or off–campus.

All in all, it’s great if Anna and Mary are attending college, even if it’s a super–duper conservative one, like ABC clearly is.  The fact that they’ve possibly left home and are out there, living on their own...  Crazy to even think about, given Steve’s apparent iron grip on his household.  It can only be good from them to venture out on their own, even if it’s just to a slightly less stifling place.

[joeyjoeylee]

i loved law au but some of your asks you previously answered and chapter notes seemed as if you were unhappy with the way you ended it. i feel like if you wanted to write an alternate ending and post it people would eat it up and maybe you will feel more motivated to write again. i have seen that help a lot of people get back into writing. i'll keep rereading law au regardless! :)

Anon, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to respond! I’ve had this open forever b/c I loved the thought bubbles it popped up for me that got me thru many a recent boring meeting. Putting this under a cut b/c I’m not sure anyone but me and you (and probably not you anymore lol) care about the response.

It’s not exactly that I was unhappy with the way I ended it, although I can see how my dithering would give that impression! I actually had the “end point” (coming back together in the canon timeline after a long separation w/ both in substantially the same life situation – Beth on cusp of divorce, Rio on top of his various businesses, all 5 kids + same situation for Annie/Ruby, etc.) in mind from the start and was trying to build to it throughout.

Each chapter I was trying to “foreshadow” (lol forever at myself using that in reference to myself, and yes, I did just cringe) the ending. Courtney talking about older married women in law school not “cutting it” (this bitch). The 1L professor telling Beth one day she’d have to choose between family and career and Beth actually “choosing” Annie (family) over a dearly-held professional goal. Beth’s softness for babies. Beth/Rio’s divorce negotiation clients being a mirror of what Beth’s eventual situation would be when she was (finally, Jesus) ready for a divorce in the future. Beth's cutthroat high-intensity job lined up for after graduation not being doable (in her mind) with competing personal responsibilities. Beth’s dorky teacher’s pet relationship with Prof. Katz (a divorce lawyer) being how she would end up making it back to the practice of law. Beth and Dean buying the big suburban house with rooms for all the kids despite being childless. Beth’s worry over debt/money/financial insecurity (tbf I cut a lot of this and I think it weakened this point significantly) and her default fall-back to always considering Dean a safe (albeit intensely boring) harbor in the storm. Rio observing periodically how she always runs away when things get hard, how obsessed she is with image and what things are "supposed to look like" instead of what she really wants/thinks, etc. His own struggle with reconciling the “lawyer” life with what he really wants to do.

I actually thought I was being TOO obvious that it was leading up to a time skip (especially starting the whole thing in 2003!) and Beth getting pregnant – in one comment early on, foxmagpie said something like “is Beth pregnant?” and I was, “….eek.”

So I wasn’t unhappy with the substance of the ending, because that’s the only story I had. I was/am a little unhappy with the structure. I had originally wanted to write a present day canon timeline multi-chapter AU where both had met in law school years ago but had been separated since (so, basically, a takeoff of The Good Wife, lol). But I was having to flash back to the law school part too much so I decided to start first with the law school years. I was going to end it at the bar exam, with them broken up. Then the second story would pick up a decade or so later and also flip back and forth with both POVs. But I could feel myself losing my mojo as the show was ending, and the ABSOLUTE ANXIETY of leaving the whole thing unfinished was weighing on ya girl hard. So I consolidated a lot of my outline for the “second” story (in present-day) into the last chapter of my “first” ("only," lol) story, which not only resulted in it being obscenely long, but maybe too diffuse to really wrap up the original story well.

What I was really struggling with though was my dawning horror that the story I knew I was telling was NOT the story that some (most?) readers thought they were getting. As it went on, and I started to get more and more comments about people looking forward to Beth/Rio happily together practicing law, totally personally, professionally, and romantically fulfilled right after graduation, I started feeling more and more damn guilty.

Yes, I knew and know each creator/writer is telling their own story and can do that however they want without any inherent obligation to the reader/viewer, etc. etc. But, on the other hand, I’ve been on the other side of getting really invested in something and then feeling really really disappointed when the ending went where I didn’t expect. This is such a niche reference lol, but my mom still rants about Billy & Billie, a random 2015 show she was OBSESSED with, that ended in an unexpected way. She felt PERSONALLY betrayed by the ending and still vows to me regularly (to the point where I’m like, “damn, Ma, OKAY, it’s been 7 years, I got it!”) never to watch anything else from that creator again. I personally felt the same way about the last season of GOT – it just killed my interest in the series as a whole dead. And I think you can see it even with Good Girls, given how many people seem to have left the fandom after the end of Season 2.

So to have people invested and happy and thinking my story was going in Direction A, when I knew it was going in Direction B? I felt like I was, I dunno, misleading people? Making them wait so long for an update that they were just going to be like, “wtf, this is bullshit, why did I waste so much time on this?”

THAT was the real source of my angst, and the reason I kept trying to see if I could break out of the direction I was locked into, and instead – make people happy, I guess? (And, I think to some extent, I was right that there were people disappointed with my ending. I had a couple commenters that commented on each and every chapter, but not on the last one. To be clear, I DO NOT think anyone NEEDS to comment EVER and there are 50 reasons or more why those people might not have commented – up to and including liking the idea of the ending but thinking it was poorly written! But, I still couldn’t help thinking I disappointed them after they had enjoyed everything up to the last. And I was then Rio in the Bar with the Nick Spite Bourbon Sad Boi Hours about that ☹).

(Obvi I was overthinking all this MASSIVELY given the low low low stakes of my AO3 fanfic in the context of a Global Pandemic/Cultural & Political Upheaval in America, but it was the middle of quarantine and I was stuck alone on my couch 18 hours a day, so Emoji Shrug, I couldn’t help it.)

Having just word-vomited like a crazy person above, I have thought about your actual question and how I could have broken out of my pre-conceived ending!

First, I think everything would still be the same through the breakup at Xmas (1st semester of their 3rd year/Chapter 8). But then:

In the next chapter, Beth would still sleep with Dean during winter break (shudder), but NOT get pregnant obviously.

Brio would get back together at the Barristers’ Bar still.

But then I’d have to pull Gross Dean in more (shudder again).

The Boland Motors sexual harassment lawsuit would still end with a settlement with Beth head-in-the-sand not ever really focusing on what exactly was going on there and the fact that Dean was openly cheating on her with his various secretaries (I still feel strongly that she shouldn’t leave Dean just b/c she finds out he cheated on her or for Rio specifically. She needs to leave independently of all that b/c Dean sucks so much as a partner and a person, dammit!).

Flush from relief at the lawsuit being done, Dean would want to “recommit” and “refocus” on their marriage and he’d lobby Beth hard by playing on all their shared history, all the things he and his family did for her and Annie over the years, and all their “happy” years together ever since high school (I’m serious, it’s literally difficult for me to type this, so I highly doubt I’d ever have been able to write it).

For Beth's part, that full court press would guilt the hell out of her b/c she would feel beholden to Dean/the Bolands (I’d need to put more in about everything they did in the early years for her, but more particularly, Annie, because that’s what would resonate with Beth). Then I’d have to put more in about how precarious her financial situation was with student loans/debts and no prospect of a paycheck until after the bar exam. PLUS more about Annie’s problems with Gregg/Gregg’s parents and custody of Sadie, which would be an additional source of angst for Beth because she would feel like she’d always have to be in a solid enough position financially/home-wise to be there for Annie if Annie needed help.

This would all culminate in a breakup at graduation (end of Chapter 9) because while she’d still be wildly in love, in obsession, in insane lust, all of it, with Rio, she’s still pragmatic, stuff emotions down, overly cautious in her personal relationships Beth Boland. On one hand, here’s Safe Solid Dean representing all this Safe Solid "Normal" Security. On the other, a lover who’s 5 years younger, actively and happily committing felonies, and most importantly, who has never even said he loves her (obviously he did, but at that point in her life, she needed to HEAR it, which is why I had her thinking in her last chapter how Rio didn't actually feel the same way b/c he had never said it to her, unlike Dean who said it 2 weeks into dating).

They’d all see each other at graduation and Rio would realize not only was the lawsuit over and the whole “reason” Beth was only supposedly staying with Dean already done, but that she hadn’t actually been living together-but-separate-lives like she’s been heavily implying to him all along. Dean’s all acting like they are a happy couple, they just got a puppy, graduation party is being held in 2 hours at their big suburban house ready for all those kids, etc.

They’d have a huge confrontation (probably surrounded as usual by their appalled classmates) where he forced her to admit all that, plus having slept with Dean for good measure (I’m serious, I’m going to puke). He would then reject her in disgust, thinking she’s never going to be able to let that safe, suburban life go and she’s not the person he thought she was. And that would end Chapter 9.

Then the last chapter would be the whole summer leading up to the bar exam, but they’d actually be in the same prep class, forced to sit next to each other (alphabetically!) to tie back to their first year. Beth would actually be working on her Dean shit all along (moving out/filing for separation), but since she’d be too stubborn to actually SAY that at first (thinking he didn’t care) and everything would be from Rio’s POV, he wouldn’t know that. It’d just be the whole Spite Fence thing all over again, with them being too stubborn, all up in their feels, etc.

It would all end at the bar exam, with him again going outside to find her on the second day after realizing she’s all anxious about multiple choice, him again deciding not to go back in to finish the test if she wasn’t going too, etc. But this time, she’d finally realize what all his actions were SHOWING her, and in turn SHE WOULD FINALLY USE HER WORDS and TELL him everything. They’d go back in to take the exam together triumphantly and be happily together for good after that. The End!

[universestreasures]

@highseaskxng​ !!

Gosh, the young half-demon really was in Moroha’s debt. Not only did he set up for him to train with her old man, one of Gao’s many inspirations, but now she’s set him up to train under one of her uncles who just so happens to be a dragon demon with some human blood! He was also the king of a nation that accepted humans, demons, and those in-between! How amazing was that?! She sure had unbelievable connections. Honestly it made Gao slightly jealous, but greatful all the same he could get opprotunties like this.

He had packed his bags that morning, and set off for Sindria. Luckily, it happens to be not so far from the mountains where Moroha’s wolf aunt and uncle lived, her aunt happening to be his future dragon teacher’s mate. Guess that would explain the five pups he would sometimes see when he visited with Moroha. Though, he was told by Ayame she also had a daughter, but Gao had never met her or her mate. Maybe that was because they seem to be in Sindria so much? Well, he was going to find out!

Unfortunately, due to some unforeseen circumstances involving bandits robbing a village that Gao could not just sit by and let happen, he arrives to the kingdom at the dead of night in his human form. He knows he’s very late, but he hopes the king of this country will show him mercy. The young man instantly felt at home though in the mountanious palace. Yup, this really was the home of a dragon king, alright! It reminded him of the mountain his cousin Tasuku’s clan lived on, despite not being anywhere near as nice or fancy as this place.

At long last though, Gao finally made it to a small nook on the northern side of the mountain where he had been instructed to meet King Sinbad in the letter Moroha gave him. Sunshine gold hues glance upon the man, clad in orange fabrics with so many other jewels. He truly was a king, alright. Though, he didn’t look anything like a dragon. Guess he had something in common with his cousin, their dragonic features seeming to come via transformation as opposed to them being on them regularly. 

“H-Heya! S-Sorry for being late, s-sir! I got a little sidetracked on my way here with some bandits...Won’t happen again!” Gao scratches his cheek, wondering if he is being too formal or not formal enough. He has not exactly met a king before. Leader of a clan sure, but not a king of a nation. “N-Name’s Gao! Gao Mikado! Moroha’s told me a lot about you, and I really appreciate you letting me stay here to train with you for a while!”

As Gao makes his introduction, he hears a little huff come from a little azure wolf pup in the king’s arms, the small thing glaring at him with piercing eyes. “A-And I’m guessing that’s your daughter. Princess Aoi, right? I heard about her from Moroha and your mate, too. I hope we can become good friends, princess!”

“I-I don’t know if I w-want any more friends...I-I already have Moroha...” Aoi nervously speaks, curling back towards her Papa. The youngest of the pups seemed to have some definite trust issues, something that seem to extend even towards her own family. She really only felt comfortable around her father, Uncle Ja’far, and Moroha, with her mother and brothers making her feel comfortable to a lesser extent and anyone else she just outright didn’t want to be near. She had gone through a lot of hardship being the runt of the litter, even mistaken for a pet by foreign dignitaries visiting Sindria. 

She was different than her brothers, and she was fine with that. She really felt only comfortable around those who had proven to her they accepted those differences. If Gao could prove himself, which might take a while due to those trust issues she had, then maybe she could have another friend. Only time could tell though, Aoi being pretty much just as stubborn as her mother if not even more so. 

“That’s okay! I’m sure you’ll change your mind, eventually! I have to be pretty awesome to be Moroha’s training buddy! We both know not just anyone can keep with her, and I’m one of those people!” He then directs his attention back to the king, Gao smiling as his confidence was on display. “I’ll show you what I got in the morning if that’s okay, King Sinbad. I’m not exactly in...my dragon state right now. I’m sure Moroha told you about my...unique human demon cycle. That, and well...I’m pretty hungry after that journey! Do you got anything to eat?”

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[emilycollins00]

Two faces of the same coin

Pairing: Tenma x ghost-looking! reader. Part 2

Part 1

Here we go! Enjoy! 💕

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You were used to people reacting a certain way when seeing you since you were young.

Be it your pale skin, eyebags or voice, you ended up not taking it too personally as you grew up. After all it was a general statement you didn't have the best sleeping pattern, and that your hair and posture needed to be worked on. Still, you enjoy peaceful time alone -no glances or scared whispers- although you had to admit this boy had broken a record.

"Dammit...!"

After even frightening you from the intense shriek that came out of his throat, in a poor attempt to run away from you he had stumbled and crashed into a chair so hard you were now wincing as he fell to the harsh floor.

Ouch. Concerned, you approached the groaning teen in pain. “Are you-?” Tenma didn't let you even finish. Violently shaking he turned his back on you, curling into a ball.

“This is not real, this is not real, this is not...!"

He kept mentioning words like curse and death in between, and you could only stare back trying to process what was happening. "Sorry If I scared you. I was-”

“I won't say anything!" he kept on pleading, refusing to open his eyes "I really-REALLY don't taste good please just let me leave!!"

It wasn’t working. You decided to get up from the floor, which only made Tenma pale even more at the sound of something moving.

“I won’t, uh- do anything.” you hesitated. “You, uh, hurt your head right?”

The loud and repetitive pleads died slowly on his lips, and as he opened one eye to glance your way he might have as well. Pale face, somber looks… you both stood in silence in the empty room for a while, you waiting patiently.

"...what?"

He seemed to find again his voice, or at least enough for you to hear. You brushed the dust off you as he flinched at the sudden movement, still on guard.

"I'm, uh- I'm not a ghost." You took out your student card, your name and student photo -equally terrifying some would say. "See?"

An uncomfortable silence filled the air.

Tenma stares at you for a long moment. One could practically see the wheels turning in his head, trying to keep up. And then, just as quickly as he had paled, the color red made way to his face.

“…ah?”

Right. Great answer.

You tilted your head while putting the student card back in your pocket. Maybe he hit his head harder than it looked? “So... what are you doing here? Not that you can't, I guess. I also like it here even though we are not supposed to but- you know. You surprised me a bit too."

Tenma's eyebrows knitted together as he slowly stood up from the floor, not understanding what you were saying. The adrenaline rush was leaving him and could feel himself starting to calm down a little, finally letting his guards down.

“What do you mean. I-Isn’t a library a normal place to work?”

“Yeah. This is the old building though. The new one is on the opposite side..."

You waited patiently watching how Tenma breathed in once again, crimson becoming more and more intense as seconds passed. You had never seen anyone behave like that and he hoped the ground could swallow him about right now. “I... I knew that! I knew that I was just looking around because uh- I’ve never seen this place before!”

“It is rusty.”

More awkward silence from you both. Tenma looked at you and at his pile of books. You looked at them too in reflex, not understanding why a student could have so much book carrying around. "Sumeragi... Tenma?"

"Don't look!" said leader troupe was quick to hide his name, though he was well aware it didn't matter at this point. He tried to avoid your gaze. Shit. Shit, shit, shit last thing he needed today. "Just- don't tell anyone. I'm serious!"

Without sparing another second glance at you and still feeling his face burning, he took everything and left.

His forehead hurt.

One week later

“Why do we have to do this every time?”

“Come on! Don’t tell me you’re afraid to lose?"

“I am not afraid to lose." Tenma frowned at the other two members of mankai. The three were sitting under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, something they took as a routine whenever they didn’t use the cafeteria. Background laughs and conversations could be heard from students around the patio, enjoying their free time before the bell rang and called them back again to their respective classes. He huffed. "This is stupid."

"Got it!" Taichi moved around his arm dramatically "Ready…? Rock, paper, scissors!”

Three hands presented their results with different reactions altogether.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Aw yeah, paper is the best! It's your turn to go buy drinks Ten-chan!”

“I wanna strawberry juice.”

“Soda for me!”

“Tsk,” Tenma squinted his eyes at his hand and sighed, getting up and dusting away grass from his uniform, taking their coins. “Fine. Strawberry juice and a Green tea.”

“H-hold on, I said soda!”

“I’ll get going.”

“Yeah.”

“Ten-chan I was joking please!!”

It had been a few days after the library incident and so far, he hadn't heard any weird rumor of him- to which he counted it as a big safe considering the situation. Weird, but safe.

“Oh come on.”

After buying Taichi’s and Juza’s drinks, Tenma kept shoving his hand into his pockets, cursing at his emptiness. He was sure he had brought his wallet with him to school… maybe he left it in his room after all? A sigh left his lips, wondering how long would his bad luck last.

Until his exams passed maybe? He hoped not. He had managed to get Tsumugi to teach him at night after a few days of begging his homeroom teacher, revising together all concepts that Tenma couldn't seem to grasp. It had been embarrassing to let him check all his late school results, but at the end of the day it was Tsumugi. And well, Tsumugi was fine. Unlike Itaru, he was always-

“Excuse me.”

Tenma covered his mouth at the close sound of the eerie voice. A shiver definitely running from the last strands of hair until his very own toenails.

Yeah, finding you blinking at him- too close for his taste- took all the strength he had to not scream in public. He stepped back from you. his heart practically on his throat. “W-what are you doing!?”

“Ah, sorry. Thought talking louder would be better. Didn't mean to scare you”

“UH?! I-I wasn’t scared! I-uh, I was just surprised!" Even in plain daylight of the hall in comparison to the sinister darkness of the old library room, Tenma still felt like he was talking to a- Well.

A ghost.

You took a step back away from him too, pointing your forehead “You don't have a bump anymore.”

He touched his own forehead unconsciously. Right, Igawa had made a fuss about it when he saw it. Thanks to Omi’s ointment though it was already almost not existent though. He always worried too much.

“I’m glad.”

"Uh, thanks."

Very much opposite to your physical appearance, your voice while husky and kinda odd, was calm. It made Tenma feel weird, though it was probably because you kept staring at him. Why didn’t you go away?

“Are you... a fan? Do you want like, an autograph or something?”

You pointed behind him. "I was just waiting for my turn.”

His cheeks grew warm self-consciously, moving so you could insert your coins.

“I’m guessing you couldn't find more coins for three drinks,” You suddenly commented looking at the drinks in his hands. Ignoring his confused face, you crouched down and picked the drink, turning to him. "You complained kinda loud so... here. Not sure if you'll like it but I think it's good."

"What? I don't need it."

“It’s fine. Take it as an apology." you shrugged offhandedly. You placed it on top of his other drinks and turned once again to the machine. "It was my fault I scared you anyway.”

Tenma stared at your hunched figure while you got another drink. "Then," you waved your hand slightly and left the place quietly to who knows where.

He didn't even manage to wave back. What had just happened?

“Oh man...”

“Tenma-kun, are you okay?”

Students' whispers made him come back to his senses, losing sight of the path you had walked out. “What?”

“Did that person say anything weird to you? You know, like threaten you or something.” they pointed to where you left

“Uh- no.”

Some sighed relieved while others stared at the machine, as if you might have cursed- somehow.

Tenma frowned. It was true it hadn't been the smoothest conversation, but saying you might have tried to do something to him felt wrong. "Why do you all say that?"

"Ah? Mmm well..."

"Just look at them I guess."

"Yeah I don't know man. Gives me the creeps whenever they walk around. As if our school wasn't already scary inducing."

"Whoah, that's so mean."

"Are you saying you don't think it's true?"

"Tenma-kun, if you have time want to come have lunch with us? We..."

As they kept talking, Tenma looked down, the drink you had bought in his hand; Chocolate milkshake.

"It was my fault I scared you anyway.”

Later on

“Stupid old library...” he found himself growling for the umpteenth time "Should have just leave it be."

Another week had passed before he found the courage and once again, adventured himself around the old halls, carrying one chocolate drink.

I must have gone crazy.

Tenma just didn’t wanna be in debt with anyone. Yeah, that was it. Even if you scared the soul out of him, he had somewhat gotten the sense that you weren’t all bad -although your memories still left him trembling- and if there was something he hated more than anything, it was people making assumptions of others. He learned it from Mankai. Especially from his own troupe.

“Are you lost again?”

However old habits are hard to break.

“Dammit! Do you always need to talk like that?!"

"It's my voice, can't help it." You two had found each other at the corner of the hall. Tenma wasn't sure if this counted as good or bad. "…Do you need help to find the new library? I can draw you a map if you want me to”

“I-I was just about to do it, I don’t need-!”

“Ah- you should be careful not to crash on a chair again. Some are really old“

He placed the two drinks on the table making you blink, not sure how to react.

The awkward silence stretched, and Tenma felt his own cheeks heat up. "D-don't misunderstand, I just don't like to be indebted and I really didn't need that drink last time okay?"

A few seconds pass by. And then. Then he hears your laugh.

“You’re a really nice guy you know.”

His stomach jumps and doesn’t say anything for a while. Embarrassing. He felt his face was going to light on fire. He tried to focus his attention on something else- Not that he enjoyed it. The place itself wasn't comfortable looking.

“...Why do you hide here anyway? It doesn’t help with, well,” he didn't finish the sentence, feeling it sounded wrong -even though it was kinda true.

“I wouldn't say I hide" You hummed mindlessly while opening the drink, giving it a go before turning your attention back to him "I found it a few months ago while looking for a place to study. People overreact when they see me, so I’ve been coming here. I think it’s a pretty chill place myself.”

Tenma stared at you. At your dark eye bags and messy hair. You could definitely get a role in any horror movie you might want for sure. Yet there you were, happily drinking a chocolate milkshake in the old side of your very own high school.

“...You are weird.”

You laughed again. “For someone who’s supposed to be scared but still frequents the same place, I’d say the same about you.”

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When I said it was gonna be a long request I meant it.

Have a wonderful day! 💕

Part 3 soon!

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Potions Master!Draco

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 esto quod es, fortis et liber by DragonGirl87 Rated:  Explicit Words:  29,453 Tags:  Animagus, Wolves, Enemies to Lovers, Explicit Sexual Content Summary:  One fateful late-night run ruined Harry Potter's life...or did it? When the wolf in him threatens to turn life as he knows it upside down, he's left with no choice but turn to Draco Malfoy for help. Can his former Hogwarts nemesis fix his problem? And more importantly, will they be able to keep their hands and paws off each other? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love by aibidil Rated:  Explicit Words:  80466 Tags: Auror Harry Potter, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Politician Hermione Granger, WWW Owner Ron Weasley, Case Fic, Potions, Potions Theory, Amortentia, Love Potion/Spell, Lust Potion/Spell, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Pensieves, Consent, Consent Issues, Enthusiastic Consent, Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment, Wizarding Literature, Legal Drama, Courtroom Drama, Wizengamot, Wizarding Politics, Wizarding Law, Wizarding Traditions, Potions Attack, Politics, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Feminism, Men's Rights Movement, magical university, Magical Internet, Science, Chemistry, Communication, Soul Bond, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Pining, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Post-Hogwarts, HP: EWE, Dildos, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Falling In Love, Patronus Summary:  In which a group of wizards' rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic's role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they're made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Cup of Tea by undercoverwarlock Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  18976 Tags: Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Ten Years Later, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Harry Potter Has PTSD, Complete Summary:  Professor Harry Potter knew Draco Malfoy had changed in the ten years since the war. He was only beginning to find out just how much. A multi-chapter fic of tea dates, comfort and finding each other after years of being alone. Complete work as of 17 August 2020. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Dragon's Arms by ani_mage Rated:  Explicit Words:  22650 Tags: Post-War, PTSD, odd jobs!Harry, Potioneer!Draco, tattooed!Harry, Trans Character, Clubbing, Grimmauld Place, Secrets, references to canonical child abuse, Angst, Happy Ending, Coming Out, Face-Fucking, Rimming Summary:  Since the war, Harry’s been living on the fringes of the Muggle world and alienated from the Wizarding world. Draco’s struggled his whole life to satisfy his father’s idea of what it means to be a “Malfoy Man” in the Wizarding world, never comfortable in the role. Can they help each other find a place where they feel at home? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 what the body wants is coolness by lastontheboat Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  13428 Tags: Day At The Beach, Established Relationship, First Time in Public, draco overthinks things, harry is affectionate, Beach Quidditch, no smut just fade to black, HP Drizzle Fest 2020, Community: hp_drizzle, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary:  "Are you done primping yourself yet?" Draco asked, feeling mulish. "We can still meet your friends on time if we leave now, but we'll have to walk quickly." Harry rolled his eyes. "It's a beach day, Draco," he said patiently. "Not a pureblood society event." "Yes, well, not all of us have the goodwill of the rest of the wizarding world to fall back on when we commit acts of social barbarism." ~~~ Draco and Harry have been seeing each other for months, and Harry decides the best way to tell their friends is to bring Draco to a group beach outing. Draco's given up enumerating all the ways this plan could go wrong. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Fountain of Youth by nebulyre Rated:  Explicit Words:  85912 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Professors, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter, For Science!, Potions Accident, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love ,Humor, Romance, Happy Ending Summary:  Fifteen years after he left, Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts as a Potions Master for one purpose: to find an ancient potion rumoured to be the Fountain of Youth. Everything is fine. ...Until he meets the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and some odd potions experiments keep throwing them together in compromising situations. "Draco’s heart had skipped a beat. Despite the mess, and the dirt, and the sweat, and the tatters, Potter still looked...good. He wasn’t supposed to look good. He was supposed to be covered in warts and boils and missing all of his teeth and turning into a troll and...not this. Lean and muscled and delicious and fucking devouring Draco with his eyes. Merlin. Had he been looking at Potter like that too?" ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Of Green Eyes and Namesakes by glitteringvoid Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  10639 Tags: Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Angst, Panic Attacks, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Hurt/Comfort, Animagus Harry Potter, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Cats, H/D Fan Fair 2019, Secondary Theme: Pet Fair Summary:  Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy could grow to like having a cat around, especially an obnoxious one with eerily familiar green eyes? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 We Take Care of Each Other by keyflight790 Rated:  Explicit Words:  54308 Tags: BDSM, bdsm club, Dom Neville Longbottom, Dom Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Top Neville Longbottom, Bottom Harry Potter, although it might seem like hes a dom at first, Sub Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin makes an appearance, as does Luna and Rolf, but not...sexually, Set in 2009, So Teddy is turning 11, just for context, Draco is the only one who penetrates Harry though, in case you were concerned, but Neville is there.. a lot, Flogging, Rimming, Will tag all of these in chap notes as well, for squicks and such, this is pretty indulgent, For the Writer, learn all of keyflights kinks, by reading this fic, note: every BDSM club is slightly different, so if this isnt your experience, no problemo, but please don't judge the writer on their experiences, and notes and research, More tags to follow, dom/sub dynamics, Safewords, Sex Toys, past trauma discussions, TW: Panic Attacks, Panic Attacks, draco is a bit of a switch, but he doms in this fic, Spanking, Daddy Kink, TW: spousal abuse (Narcissa and Lucius mentioned in chap 10), TW: Breakdowns, daddy Neville Longbottom, Little Theodore Nott, Anal Sex, Praise Kink, Choking, Masturbation, self love, did i mention theres spanking?, theres spanking, harry gets spanked by, Daddy Dom Neville Longbottom, Talks of Death, Suicidal Thoughts, discussions of dying, Harry talks about his canon death and rebirth Summary:  Draco has been having panic attacks for years, until his best friend, Pansy, welcomes him into a whole new world. And he thought being a wizard was neat. Being a dom was even better. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Hello, Hogwarts too? by countingcr0ws Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  12988 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Post-Hogwarts, Hogwarts Professors, Auror Harry Potter, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Good Narcissa Black Malfoy, Obsessive Harry Potter, Obsessive Draco Malfoy, Banter, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romantic Soulmates, Epistolary, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Snarky Harry Potter, Sexual Humor, Undercover Missions, Harry Potter is Obsessed with Draco Malfoy, Humor, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Smitten Harry Potter Summary:  "Hello, Hogwarts too?" Harry is stumped by his first words soulmark. If they don't recognise him, surely they're not from the UK? So he packs up and goes searching. Two jobs and a recurring injury later, he decides to settle down. Working through his jealousy of his friends, he also reunites with Malfoy, who is now teaching seventh year Potions in Hogwarts. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 his hand (in mine) by musingsofaretiredunicorn Rated:  General Words:  1126 Tags: Humor, Secret Santa, Hands, this turned into so much hands oh god, Hand Massage, Smart Harry, who is Aware of what Draco is doing, but does not mind it one bit ;), draco is a bit of a disaster, but he gets it together eventually, Professor Draco Malfoy, Draco teaches potions, of course, Professor Harry Potter, Flying Instructor Harry Potter, he also does tutoring sessions for the smol children who struggle w flying Summary:  Draco makes an attempt at Secret Santa. He’s not quite clear on the details. Aiming for nonchalance, Draco says, “Oh, look. You’ve finally got something to help those dreadfully chapped hands.” He wants to feel good about that delivery, but he doesn’t. Harry squints at him. “Yes, Malfoy, thank you, Malfoy, I’m forever in your debt, Malfoy.” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 It's Been Draco For Awhile by oceaxe Rated:  Explicit Words:  15562 Tags: Mutual Pining, auror!Harry, Potions Expert!Draco, Partially Epistolary-ish, "Love Potion", Friends to Lovers, oh my god they were roommates, Second person POV Summary:  What harm can a love potion do if you're already in love? In which Harry finds out that it's not a love potion but it can do quite a lot of harm, and Draco finds out how fiendishly difficult it is to fend off his flatmate's advances when all he wants is to give in to them. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 the best kind of bad by M0stlyVoid Rated:  Mature Words:  3040 Tags: Drarry Discord Writers Corner Drabble Challenge, Secret Relationship, Kinda, Morally Ambiguous Character, Case Fic, Auror Harry Potter, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Fire, Crimes & Criminals, References to Drugs Summary:  Neither of us were known for our ability to be subtle, and it wasn’t long before the Deputy Head Auror’s relationship with the department’s primary Potions consultant was a universally known, if politely unacknowledged, truth in the whole of the Ministry. Hermione shook her head at me but said I looked happier than I’d been in a long time. I was. It wasn’t until Draco’s biggest rival in the Healing Potions sphere went up in flames that I began to wonder at our recent string of luck. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Teenage Wasteland by GallaPlacidia Rated:  Mature Words:  51212 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Sexual Abuse, Werewolf Harry Potter, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, fear of Hell, Veritaserum, H/D Erised 2020, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic abuse (not between drarry!), mild Church of England conversion, alcoholism of an oc character, look I know the tags are scary but I promise it's not as dark as you're thinking, srsly it's actually quite uplifting by the end, Harry Potter plays the Piano freakishly well, potions master draco, Feminist Draco, a decent amount of teenage girl angst, prolonged and continual jokes about the 2000 classic film Coyote Ugly Summary:  Draco never thought he’d end up as the sole guardian of a troubled teenage girl. Harry never thought he’d end up a werewolf. Being twenty-two is hard. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 An Everlasting Rain by triggerlil Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  1410 Tags: Amortentia, Potions, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Professor Harry Potter, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Tumblr Prompt, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, POV Draco Malfoy Summary:  Soon the potion had turned a pearlescent white, and as steam rose from the cauldron, he waited—slowly, as if with tender trepidation, the potion unfurled. Or the story in which everything comes together accidentally, slowly, and then suddenly, all at once. ❤️ Read on AO3

[sif-the-tsunami]

Ropes and Roses part three

Summary: Elizabeth Rosehill is a talented dance instructor and a force of nature that beguiles her famous student. Events in her life, however, have led her to search for more creative ways for her to keep herself afloat. What will she do to keep her dreams secure and what will it mean for her blossoming relationship.

Warning: this passage contains some drunken shenanigans, heavy petting, making out, self deprecating humor, stripping down to ones underwear, sexual frustration, some insecurities, and angst. Oh and the beginning of Elizabeth showing her dominant side. If I missed anything please let me know

Word count: 2500

A/N: If you read it and like it, it would mean a lot to me if you could say something nice!

“And what will the lady be having?” The handsome bartender asked from behind the wooden top.

“Gentleman Jack, two fingers, neat. Please and thank you.” Elizabeth had her face all smooshed up in her hands, cradling her own head, resigning to the feeling of utter defeat. Gregory Chapman had called her and told her that the movie had lost its funding. The promises he made her were now as empty as the glass in front of her. As was her bank account. At least the bartender quickly remedied the empty glass problem. Henry saw her sitting there, her perfect posture was replaced by the pose of someone who wanted to be as small as possible.

“Oh shit, you are taking the news way harder than I thought you would. I also had no idea you liked whiskey.” He saw that her eyes were puffy, she had rubbed the winged eyeliner tip off on one of her eyes. He took the hand closest to him and gave her a gentle squeeze. The best part of having had their lessons was they had grown comfortable with touching each other. He appreciated the intimacy they shared, even if he though it had been platonic on her part. “Cancellations happen pretty often, don’t beat yourself up too much.”

“You were getting so good too.” Her voice came out as a whine, she took a sip of her liquor.

“I was mediocre at best, I just happen to look good while you dance around me.” The gold tinged light above them made her eyes and the drink the same color. Everything about her right then seemed angelic to him, even with her sad expression she glowed. “My only regret is that I won’t get to see you as much. I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

“That is very kind, Henry.” Elizabeth laced her fingers with his. “It was a pleasure to teach you.”

I love how she says my name, he thought. “So, what happens next for you?”

“I have to work harder to try to keep my dance studio open.”

“What do you mean? You have some great teachers, you have full classes.”

“Greg had told me that once he was given the funding he planned on investing in the dance studio with some of his earnings. I’m not sad about the movie being canceled, I’m just sad that this is just one more thing to have gone wrong this year...” she trailed off.

“Want to talk about it?”

“If I start, I will not shut up, I’m sure you don’t want to listen to me bitch and moan for an hour. Don’t you have more important things to be doing?”

“I could listen to you complain all night. Besides, nothing is more important than us getting drunk and possibly finding people to snog with tonight,” he said with the intention of making her laugh, but with a quick look around the pub, it looked like the their options would be limited. “I bet you could charm the pants off that lad at the end there.”

The lad was an older gentleman wearing a newsboy hat and a sweater with patches on the elbow.

“Oh Mr Cavill,” she said in a dreamy, playful voice, “he’s just my type. Do you think he’ll like me?”

“I don’t know Ms Rosehill, you might have to show him a little clevage.”

She pretended to pull the top of her dress down a little, big shit eating grin on her face, “How’s that? Better? Oh please, sir, notice me. Please come tap my ass like a keg!”

The remark caused Henry to choke on his drink. After a deep gasp of air he looked at her incredulously “never mind, you’ll kill the man. Give him a heart attack talking like that.”

The two talked, Elizabeth told him about how earlier that year she had gone through a bitter divorce, her ex had left her with more debt than she would be able to handle by herself and then her mother had passed away. She felt like she was drowning and the first life raft that had been thrown her way was being pulled from her.

“But you know what? I am a pretty damn good swimmer, and my momma didn’t raise no bitch.” She stated. She sat back sagaciously for a moment, “I think that might be the whiskey talking.”

Henry chuckled to himself. They were both a few drinks deep into their conversation and she was feeling it. He paid their tab and took her with him, “Come on, you lightweight, let’s go put some food in you so you don’t black out on me.”

Trying to get the teacher to do anything while she had been drinking was like trying to get a cat to cooperate. Every time they walked for more than a few minutes, she would wonder off some where distracted by anything that caught her attention. He stood there the fourth time when she stopped to look at display of macrons in a window.

“Are you like this every time you drink?”

“No, only when I forget to eat during the day before hand, I’m so hungry, I would perform unspeakable acts if I could get my hands on some fried pickles right now. Are those even a thing here?”

“Fried… pickles?” He responded moderately concerned for her sanity. “Why?”

“Do you want the drunk answer or the athlete answer?”

“Both. Oh my god woman, would you get off of that. You are like the worst version of the worst mission in video games. No, no, no, you wrap your arm around mine right now, I will get you food, I promise. Stay with me, Lizzie, tell me about the pickles.”

“Drunk answer is that they taste good, you know what takes a sandwich from eh to great. Pickles.” She tucked her arm right into his, with his other hand gently resting on top of her arm ready to guide her along. “Athlete answer is that they help re-hydrate you, after work outs, after drinking. Drinking pickle juice always cures my hangovers. Although chips work too, especially with salt and vinegar.”

They found a place still open that was serving delicious smelling fried food. He was together enough to set her down on a curb. “Please stay here. I’ll be right back.”

She leaned against him as soon as he sat down and handed her their snack. It was beginning to get late and a chill in the autumn air was starting to creep in. “You called me Lizzie earlier, I haven’t been called that since I was a little girl.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you still are a little girl. Well, compared to me anyways.” He nudged her with his elbow a little to get a smile out of her. “I hope you don’t mind, I won’t call you that again if you hate it.”

“It is totally fine, I’ve gone by Liz, Lizzie, Lizbeth, Beth. Just please don’t call me Libby. My middle name is Louisa, my ex would call me Libby-Lou, knowing how much I hated that nickname. Made me feel like I should be living in Whoville, waiting for the Grinch to steal my Christmas dinner.”

“They can be the worst, ex’s. They always know where they can jab at you with a mean joke or poke at an insecurity. One of mine would make comments about what I was eating, especially if I was between jobs.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and felt her whole body shiver.

“I’m sorry, you never deserved that.” She said softly. He looked into her eyes, the eyeliner had somehow gotten more smudged, she looked as exhausted as she sounded.

“No, neither did you. I don’t know what all he did to you, but you deserve better too.” His voice came out low and husky. “Do you want to come back to my place, I live pretty close by and you look like you are about to freeze.”

“I don’t know, Mr Cavill, I seem to remember you mentioning something about finding someone to make out with tonight, will I find one there?”

With the straightest face he could possibly muster, “As long as you don’t eat all of my pickles.”

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A twenty minute walk later, they were in Henry’s home. They were both greeted by a very excited Kal, who snuffled and snorted at his daddy’s new friend. A warm welcoming glow came from the living room where the lights had been left on for his dog. He offered her one of his hoodies to help her warm up and planted her on the couch so he could take his boy to do his business outside. He came back as quick as he, honestly expecting to find her asleep. Instead, she was looking at him with her whiskey colored eyes. He had wanted another drink, and brought them both another glass of the liquor. He sat down at the other end of the couch, trying to respect her space. “Are you comfortable, can I get you anything else?”

“No, I’m warming up well, thank you. You have a beautiful home, it’s nice and cozy.”

“Thank you, I like it here a lot, it is just enough for me. And Kal, for that matter.” His furry buddy was pressing as much of himself against the spot Elizabeth sat on the couch. She was delicately rubbing the area between his eyes and cooing at big beast, his fluffy tail wagging happily. “I think he likes you.”

“Oh good, I’m glad His Lordship approves of me.” She moved her hands to rub his chin. “You are just a big softy aren’t you? Good man, Kal.”

Henry watched them get acquainted, allowing himself to melt into the couch, legs spread apart. She turned her attention to the beautiful man before her. Maybe the booze was making her feel more bold than usual, but damn did she want him. Her mind was still swimming from their earlier adventure. Hopefully, it was an invite to climb between his powerful thighs. She shot back her glass and put the empty cup on his side table. He reached over to her and pulled her close. She positioned herself to face him and straddled his lap. His breath caught in his throat for a moment.

“If I’m being to presumptuous, I can stop. I will go sit on the other side again.” She said quietly.

“No, I want this. I want you.” He reached up, fingers were gently touching the back of her arms.

She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, “Before you... we… whatever it is here that we are doing, I need you to know that I don’t know what all I can give to you right now. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I think you are worth the risk,” he whispered to her and they connected.

Henry had wanted this from the first time he placed her hands on him. Every nudge, posture correction, hand offered to help him, whenever he felt her skin on his he felt the current between the two of them and it was electrifying. He felt himself grow hard as she invited him to explore her body. His hoodie was off was off of her body as soon as they started, and then shortly after came her black dress. They continued to make out as she unbuttoned his soft flannel shirt.

He fingers searched the back of her bra for it’s clasp. She broke off their kiss long enough to lean back and unhook it from the front. Henry could feel the pressure building in his jeans as he looked at her body.  All she had left on were knee high black boots and a pair of silky purple panties. Elizabeth gave him a lopsided smile as she leaned back into their embrace. Her fingers danced and tickled down his chest running down to to the bottom hem of his shirt. Henry stopped himself before she removed the cotton undershirt, ever so gently. “Before I take this off, I want you to not be disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” she asked breathlessly.

“I don’t look like Geralt right now. I’m in my off season, and I don’t know what kind of expectations you have...” Elizabeth slowly ran her hands back up his chest.

“I like you, Henry: your beautiful, overthinking, intelligent mind; your sweet nature; your burning passions. You as a person.” peppering his neck and face with tender kisses, her hands tangling in his hair. “Everything else is just sprinkles on a cupcake.”

“Sprinkles on a cupcake?” he smiled. She nibbled on his ear and he moaned, hungry for more.

“Cupcakes don’t need sprinkles to be delicious, I have never refused a cupcake because it didn’t have sprinkles on it.” She ran her fingers back down to the bottom of his shirt. “So, Mr Cavill, do I have permission to take your shirt off?”

“Yes, Ms Rosehill, you do.” The woman on top of him pulled the garment off, never breaking eye contact. After it’s removal, she kept a firm grip on his arms, inching ever closer to his wrists. With her hands on them, Elizabeth pressed her weight against his wrists and pinned him as best she could to the back of the couch. She ground her pelvis against his as she started nibbling and kissing his neck, her torso against  his. Appreciating the nuzzling and nibbles on his neck, he closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for her to continue.

All he felt was her soft breathing against his skin. A moment later her hands dropped from his wrists. Henry tried to move himself to see what what was going on when a soft snore came from his would be lover. He rubbed his face, not believing what had just happened.

“Liz… Lizzie… wake up, sweetheart.” He tried kissing her cheek to wake her. The only response she gave was tucking her arms to her chest and adjusting her head on his shoulder. He groaned, but knew what he had to do. Elizabeth was as limp as a rag doll, so he guided her arms through his flannel shirt, placed her down gently on the couch and prepared his guest room for her. Making sure his warmest duvet was on the bed, he left a bottle of water and some Tylenol on the bed side table for her. He carried her to the room and tucked her into bed, making sure a pillow was wedged behind her back to keep her on her side.  Henry then went to his room, fell face first into bed and yelled directly into a pillow. 

[sasserenitysykingcollector]

Moon Child :Namjin: Chapter One

A/N hello! im going to start posting my fanfictions here! a lot of them were written a year or so ago so they are short and maybe a bit confusing! but im planning to start working on them! please stick around!

Chapter one:

Chapter word count: 1596

It was a rather cloudy day in central Seoul, the rising sun covered by a thin layer of grey clouds that foreshadowed rain. But for the students of the most prestigious college in the country, life continued on as normal. The clock tower rang out eight times, echoing off the many buildings that comprised the campus of Seoul National University. Slowly, the walkways and roads came to life. Students walking to breakfast with friends, teachers making their way to class to prepare for the day, and café workers opening the doors for the breakfast rush.

One café, in particular, was already full of customers, most of whom were women wanting to see the attractive co-owner of the establishment. Kim Seokjin, A fine arts and literature student at the university, often dreaded all the attention he received from the ogling guests. But he smiled and greeted each one the same, “Good morning miss, what may I make for you?” sometimes the customers would slide him a napkin with the money that had their name and phone number, to which he smiled politely and threw away once they walked away.

His male classmates called him the “Woman Magnet” to which he smiled, even though he knew he was the last person who should attract women. When he was fifteen, he had the biggest crush on his classmate Yoongi, it was a defining moment in his life. He had never felt any kind of attraction to women, sure some were cute, but he never thought about them as a potential partner. He wanted to tell his parents but could never bring himself to do it before he left for college. So whenever his mother calls asking about his love life, he always responds with “I’m in a committed relationship” and he never elaborates.

Luckily, his Fine arts class is mostly men, so he doesn’t have to worry about turning down women then, but it’s a double-edged sword. Some of the men in his class are attractive, and Seokjin often catches himself staring, mentally scolding himself every time. Being openly gay in Korea is risky, while there are no laws against it. The idea of loving the same-sex had only started to spread a few years ago. And Seokjin being a respected student at his college had decided to keep his sexual preference to himself.

The library became his safe place, specifically the mythological section. Mostly because no one ever goes there. But he had grown attached to the books and their contents. He liked to get lost in the worlds the books built for the reader. Sometimes, he would be there for hours at a time. Once he had to be told by the librarian that he had to leave because it was time to close.

His favorite book to read was called “Guardian of the moon children” it depicted a being who had no set species. It came in many forms, to young children it often appeared as a white or grey dog who guided them to eternal rest. When as for adults it appeared as a youthful young man who was described as having a deep but soft voice and soft skin. Not only did the being guide human souls to eternal rest, but it also was seen during the birth of someone who would do important things in their life. While Seokjin knew this was just fiction, he wanted it to be true.

At the end of his morning shift, Seokjin would head back to his apartment to shower and change his clothes. After which he would prepare a clean uniform for work and put it in his bag, before sitting at his desk for an hour to study before he had class. He only had four hours’ worth of classes a day, except for Fridays when he had six. So he always finished right before lunch. He would rush back to the café and change into his uniform before eating a quick snack. Normally, he would have ten to fifteen minutes to relax before the lunch rush began. Much like in the morning, women would stare and attempt to hit on Seokjin. It was something he never looked forward to. Part of him thought that if people knew why he worked three shifts a day, they would feel much differently about him. Seokjin had a loan to pay off, a hefty one at that. He had taken the loan out when he moved to attend the university. He had to pay for a place to sleep and the fees that were a result of schooling. At the rate he was making money, it would still be more than two years before he would have the loan completely paid off.

Something Seokjin s parents had told him since he was young was the reason he worked so hard, “if you do something, take responsibility. No matter how big or small the consequences are, never lie about something you did” those words were engraved on his mind, always haunting him, a reminder that the debt will never go away unless paid off. But he accepted it. After the lunch rush. He would make his way home. Working on the pile of homework he was assigned from the day’s classes. If he was able to finish before six, he would go to the library and read before his dinner shift. This was the way he lived.

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“Morning Seokjin, did you have another late night?”

Seokjin bowed slightly out of habit to the café owner, Minseok. Quickly standing straight, Minseok had told Seokjin to treat him as a friend, meaning he should call him by his name and not treat him as he normally would someone older than him.

“Yah!” Minseok exclaimed in exasperation, “I told you not to bow!” Seokjin smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Making his way behind the counter, Seokjin grabs his apron, tying in with ease. “Do you want me to open today?” he asked. “Go ahead” Minseok replied.

As usual, a line of people had already formed outside the door following Seokjin's arrival to the café. He smiled and waved politely before flipping the switch that then lit up a “yes! We are open!” sign.

As the line slowly shrunk and the smell of coffee and fresh pastries faded from the display that hosted an array of freshly baked goods, a deep voice greeted Seokjin

“Good morning sir” Seokjin squeaked out, surprised that he was able to keep his voice steady, albeit slightly higher pitched. “What can I get for you?”

“Ah, I’m new to this area but I saw the long line so I assumed it must be worth the wait, and I can assure you is was.” The man responded looking Seokjin over with his eyes, before meeting them directly.

Seokjin stared for longer than he probably should have, the man's eyes had stars in them, literal stars that floated and shone throughout his pupils, small specks that hypnotized him.

The clearing of a throat snapped him out of his trance, “s-sorry!” he apologize slightly louder than he needed to, causing a few heads to turn in his direction. “W-we are fairly well known for our crumble scones” he spoke nervously, gesturing to the half empty bake-case. “We have a f-few left”

“How perfect, I just so happen to love scones” the man replied running his fingers back through his hair. “And I’ll also have a (joon coffee) with that scone” Seokjin nodded and put the order into the register. Silently, Seokjin hoped the man would pay with his card so he could get his name.

“That will be 7100 Won please” When he looked up he spotted the exact amount in cash on the counter as the man tucked his wallet back into the inside pocket on his suit jacket. “Can I have a name for the order?” He asked. Even Though normally the café went off a number system he thought he would ask.

The man paused in thought “φεγγάρι” (Pronounced fen-gar-e) Seokjin jotted down the name, quickly realizing the name was the Greek word for Moon. He had taken Greek for his language the year before. Though, he never thought it would come in handy.

“You have a Greek name?” Jin asked as he sat the cup to his side and went to get the scone from the display case. “You know Greek?” the man asked. “Uh, y-yeah” Jin said shyly. His cheeks going red when he looked up only to realize that the eyes of the customer were glued onto his own.

“Oh!” Jin exclaimed as he stumbled and dropped the scone that slid on the floor.

Gasps filled the café as the man had caught Jin from falling, “w-wait how?? You were- now you're here?!” he spoke to himself as the man helped him stand up. “I'm going to have to cancel my order for now” he said as he walked towards the entrance, Jin stood in shock along with the other people in line.

Whispers continued throughout the day as Seokjin apologized and cleaned up the mess, he ended up dropping more drinks throughout the day as his mind was trying to deduce how the man made it to his side of the counter when the door to the back was locked, he couldn't remember if he saw the man jump the counter, but that would be impossible. Not a thing was out of place.

Seokjin had one thing in mind all day long, “where can I meet him again”

A/N: Hope you liked it! ill try and update regularly!

[drangues]

Yeah I’m Not A Fan of them, 0/10 would not recommend. BUT YEAH, Oda and Ango are Shocked (TM), but they eventually get the rambling at least, because Atsushi is adorable. And while they might tease him about him being a Menace and “how did you get a guy like him, the hell,” I think they’d genuinely be happy for him, a bit like teasing big brothers. Dazai gets them back via gratuitous teasing about how they’re clearly crushing on each other! (Nyanon, 1/5)

And “should I just become a priest so you two can get ~married~ already?” I love these three. And yeah that sounds about right!!! It’s a really cool game, the concept is really cool and the graphics are amazing??? Very cool visuals, too, the monsters are fucking ENORMOUS. Anyways that all seems pretty accurate? Dazai would definitely be able to make the monsters piss each other off (IE- Get the Teacher to attack the Bullies, or visa versa), while Yosano... Is Yosano. (Nyanon, 2/5)

Her badassery knows no bounds. And I could see Kenji befriending a few! Not all of them, though, if only because some would Piss Him Off (like the Janitor or the Twin Chefs). Atsushi... Has awful luck, to be fair, even if he did befriend a monster they’d probably die horribly- But I could see him and Kyouka helping each other! Like Six and Mono in the second game, though not action for action, obviously. (Nyanon, 3/5)

Either way Atsushi and Dazai are both pretty damn resourceful, which is really what a lot of the puzzles boil down to- Though Dazai would definitely complain if they had to swim through swamp water, haha. Onto the next Concept, though: There are no abilities! The ADA is still A Thing, as is the PM (though maybe as the night shift of the ADA? Because I like having them on the same side, haha), and everyone still works there, but abilities don’t exist. (Nyanon, 4/5)

Instead it’s just them all doing Detective Stuff and exposing corrupt organizations like the Guild, and also launching an investigation into Atsushi’s orphanage because fuck it, it’s an AU and I can have my self indulgence if I so please. (Nyanon, 5/5)

ive seen some quick clips from the game so i can tell that its amazing graphic/concept wise!! atsushi and kyouka are the pair that means well, but it still somehow ends in a disaster and i can imagine atsushi yelling at him to stop complaining about having to swim when he tries drowning himself on the daily

I LIKE THAT AU A LOT. ranpo and dazai would be seen as the sherlock holmes of the 21st century, yosano would be an AMAZING doctor who not only focuses on prescribing drugs but also diet, exercise and other types of stuff you can combine with your treatment (she thinks the medical field is corrupted and just focuses on treatment and not prevention/long lasting durability especially with chronic illnesses) shes also super super knowledgeable and has probably consumed so many books/taken so many classes and can tell after a few checkups immediately whats wrong

chuuya maybe was part of a corrupted organisation (maybe a cult?? it could like, be a mirror to how his ability makes him go corrupt) and then snapped out of it and became a detective. akutagawa couldve just been a homeless orphan with an inspiring story of how he managed to “get his life straight” and become succesful (aka get a home and a job) and atsushi is,,well,,,,Atsushi

(for kyouka and kenji to join. maybe kyouka would join because she was an assassin like in the original because her parents were killed for not paying off a debt so now she has to do it by killing, and since she now after being saved knows a lot she is in the ADA for info like “yeah the [corrupted organisation] had a meeting spot around there” “no that doesnt seem like [dumb villain name]’s killing, it couldnt be” and shit like that)

(while for kenji hes just there because hes very good at negotiating?? like, good cop bad cop type of style, maybe hes the type to be really good at making people confess and open up to him even if theyre the ones guilty of the crime. i imagine the way they discovered him was when fukuzawa visited the country side for some investigation and kenji was somehow roped into it and when fukuzawa left him alone with the suspects for a MINUTE kenji just “oh yeah he was the one who did it he just told me (♡°▽°♡)” and fukuzawas like say W H A T)