#she could ask him to produce a tail and he would tbh

[illyrianbitch]

What Lies Between Us

Pairing: Reader x Modern Detective! Azriel

Summary: Azriel has spent years trying to escape the ghosts of his past, retiring into a self-imposed exile despite a promising career as a talented detective. When you turn up at his door asking for help on a recent case, his world is disrupted.

Warnings: angst, outrunning memories, brief allusions to crime, details of injury, horrible yearning and longing tbh

Word Count: 3.4k

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Azriel let out a sigh as he fumbled for his keys, juggling a bag of groceries in one hand. The weight of it grew heavy, and he clenched his jaw in focus as he finally pushed his door open, blindly reaching for the lightswitch on his wall. 

A soft meow greeted him at his feet. Azriel glanced down to see Shadow, his black sleek fur gleaming under the light, weaving affectionately between his legs. Shadow's green eyes flicked up briefly before he leapt gracefully onto a bar stool and then the counter, nose twitching as he inspected the grocery bags Azriel placed down. He pulled back, seemingly unimpressed.

Azriel’s therapist was insistent that more greens would be beneficial in easing his anxiety. He said nothing about its relation to his nightmares, but Azriel didn’t have high hopes regarding whether broccoli could treat years of insomnia. Slowly, he pulled groceries from the bags, one by one. He almost snickered at the contents of his fridge— a few shelves now stocked with freshly bought produce, a carton of eggs, orange juice, butter, and a pack of beer. He shut the door. 

There were a few birthday cards on his fridge, held on by various traveling magnets he’d collected over the years. One card was from his mother, the words “sweet boy” staring back at him, written with a heavy hand and adorned with hearts she delicately drew. The others were from his friends, a stupid one from Cassian, a sweet one from Mor, even Elain had gifted him one— and an invitation to her wedding. 

He hadn’t gone. 

But you had. He knew this from the pictures Feyre had posted on Instagram.

Not that he was checking. He deleted Instagram soon after.

Azriel's gaze lingered on the cards. There was one missing, and his fingers traced the place it used to be, where he had stuck it for a week before he realized he couldn’t handle looking at it every morning as he made breakfast. That card was tucked away in his bedside drawer now. He saw it every night, instead. 

He let out a deep sigh, running his hands along his face, fingers brushing against the stubble that had begun to grow already. 

He had planned to cook a healthy meal tonight, to take his new prescription and finally attempt to get a good night's sleep. But the thought of chopping vegetables and cooking felt exhausting. He pulled out a beer.

The cap nicked his thumb as he twisted it off, but he barely registered the sensation, quickly drawing the neck of the bottle to his mouth. He greedily swallowed down the cheap contents and moved towards the living room. Shadow padded after him, tail flicking in curiosity, a step behind every move Azriel made.

His apartment was empty, save for a few decorations and his heavily decorated bookshelves. Two of the chairs in his living room were still new, and the smell of brand new leather clung to them heavily, making the entire room reek of a department store. Azriel’s apartment wasn’t a home. It was a place filled with furniture. Besides those cards on his fridge, not much hinted at any sign of a life well lived. 

Except the vinyl collection he now stood before. 

His collection was meticulously organized, spanning decades of music. Some were torn, tattered at the edges where he’d picked them up at vintage shops, others brand new from gifts he’d been given. 

Azriel selected a record. Its cover was worn and bent at the edges from drunken nights trying to carefully shove it back into its place. A classic rock album, the kind that filled the silence with powerful guitar riffs and soulful vocals— one of his favorites.He slid it from its sleeve, handling it with the care it properly deserved, and placed it on the turntable

Azriel wasn’t a flashy man, never one for fancy possessions, but this collection was his pride. The turntable itself was one of the nicest things he owned, if not the nicest. He cherished it, admired it every time he came into the living room. As the needle found its place, the familiar crackle precluded the strong, evocative notes of the electric guitar, filling the room with a warmth and soul that pulled a deep,weary sigh from his gut. 

Shadow brushed against Azriel’s legs again, and his eyes fell at the touch, gaze falling on his guitar propped against the wall.  A wave of sadness ran through him. Azriel approached it, running his fingers along its neck, along the dust that had gathered on top of it. The strings resisted against the scars on his fingertips.

He took a step back, grabbed his beer, and made his way towards the balcony. 

The rush of cold night air offered a welcoming reprieve from the stifling stillness of his apartment. The chill bit at his skin, but he didn’t mind. It reminded him that he was still alive, still capable of feeling something other than biting numbness, suffocating guilt.

The city buzzed below. Azriel was never a fan of New York. The city was loud, crowded, and full of distractions that made it hard for him to find the quiet he craved. He felt disconnected from it all, from the hums of life and sounds of cars. He’d never felt as lonely as he did recently, surrounded by hundreds of people. Taking another sip of his beer, he let the music wash over him, the rich melody pouring out into the open air. 

Azriel was only two songs in before there was a sudden knock on his door. 

He frowned and waited a minute for them to go away. Another knock followed, more insistent this time. Grumbling, he turned around and headed to the door, placing his beer on the counter.

"Damnit, Rhys,” Azriel called out, hand reaching out to pull his apartment door open, “I told you I didn't want to—" 

Azriel’s words died in his mouth as he opened the door, feeling a rush of emotions flood him all at once—relief, shock, and a hint of something else he couldn't quite name.

You were as beautiful as the last time he’d seen you, at that family dinner where he’d done his best to avoid you. Your skin was tan now, a sun-kissed glow that Azriel quickly deduced was from the recent trip you’d taken with Mor and Feyre. You’d gone to Belize, and while Feyre was gone, he and Rhysand had taken a trip upstate, stayed at a small place Rhys owned. Rhys was smart enough to not bring you up throughout the week, but Az still saw all the pictures Feyre had sent him— pictures that included you beaming at the camera, drink in hand and those pink vintage sunglasses you’d bought at a flea market three years ago.

"Y/N," he breathed out, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi, Azriel,” you said, voice steady and soft, sweet like honey. It dripped down his skin and made him melt. His hand fell lax against the door handle. You gave him a small, almost unsure, smile. “I need your help.” 

Azriel’s brows furrowed, gaze scanning your features for a moment. There were dark circles under your eyes— and your eyes, your eyes themselves seemed sad. Troubled. His stomach twisted into itself. You held his gaze for a moment before you were clearing your throat, shaking your head as if breaking the connection. 

“Can I come in?”

Azriel blinked. “Of course,” he finally replied, pulling the words from deep out of his chest. He gave a smile as he stepped aside and gestured for you to come in. “Please.”

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It was strange to be so close to you, to watch as you gingerly took off your coat and draped it over one of his barstools. Azriel’s eyes traced your form before him— the bend of your spine as you leaned over, the jewelry on your wrist, the boots that you wore.Even with your back turned to him, Azriel knew you. Something was deeply troubling you. There was an evident tension in your body, in the way your shoulders moved, in your shallow breaths. 

His gaze lingered on your waist for a moment, on the way your body curved below your hips. He shook himself out of the daze, suddenly embarrassed and shameful. 

His eyes fell to the ground, where Shadow now mewed and rubbed against your legs. You looked down at the contact, letting out a small laugh. Shadow wasted no time before jumping onto the kitchen island, nudging against your arms affectionately.

Azriel moved quickly, scooping Shadow up and setting him back on the ground. “Sorry about that,” he murmured.

“It’s okay,” you replied, a soft smile still playing on your lips. It was unsure— wary, even. The realization made Azriel’s stomach sink. He looked down at where Shadow was pressed against you once more.

Azriel’s eyes met yours, a flicker of something tender passing between you as he quietly said, “He missed you.”

Your gaze softened. A silence followed. It was heavy, but no longer uncomfortable. “I did too.”

The words hung in the air, filling the space between you with a warmth that neither of you dared to acknowledge fully. Azriel pushed away the thoughts in his mind that began to wonder if your words were meant for him, if you had missed him. He cleared his throat.

“What brings you by?”

You blinked, breaking the stare you were holding. “Right,” you said. You quickly turned back to your bag, fumbling slightly as you pulled out some papers and folders, gently placing them on the counter. 

You flipped one of the folders open, saying nothing as you glanced at Azriel before casting your eyes down at the papers before you. You took a deep breath.  “I need your help with a case.”

Azriel took a step forward, eyes glossing over the papers before him. He tightened his jaw. “You’re not supposed to be showing me these.”

He could get in trouble for being exposed to such sensitive information— and you, you were risking your career being here. 

“I know,” you replied. 

Azriel leaned forward, setting into a stance next to you. He ignored the way his skin prickled at the close proximity, instead placing a finger on the papers, pulling them closer to him. He frowned, brows furrowing as he took in the details. He casted a side glance at you.

You were already looking at him, a crease between your brows as you pressed your lips into a thin line.  

“Y/n,” Azriel murmured, “I’m not sure how I can be of any use.”

“Just hear me out,” you pleaded, moving closer to tap a finger on the papers. “They’re following a pattern. I need to get ahead of it. I’m stumped and you used to be great at these cases.”

Azriel’s frown deepened. “Is it a copycat?”

You paused. Azriel missed the flicker of hesitation in your eyes before you nodded. “Yeah, a copycat.”

He let out a contemplative hum. “Who?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, taking a step back as you remained quiet. Your silence was pronounced enough for Azriel to stiffen. He turned around slowly. His eyes gave away the question that was seated on the tip of his tongue. You nodded. 

Azriel stood still, his face hardening, but there was something in his eyes that looked awfully like fear, something in his gut that felt awfully like shame— like regret. He took a deep breath.

“I can't help you.”

Your shoulders slumped. “Azriel-”

“Y/n, I can’t help you,” He repeated, the words falling from his mouth like a practiced mantra of self-denial. “Request the files you need, talk to Cassian. He knows it just as well as I do.”

Azriel curled his hands into fists. He attempted to ignore the stone that sank in his stomach at the name of his friend, of his brother. Cassian. As if sensing his distress, Shadow mewed softly, weaving between Azriel’s legs.

“That is not true and you know it,” you retorted. There was a heavy sense of frustration that seeped into your voice, one that dripped from every word you said. You could feel the tension thickening the air, suffocating the space between you and Azriel. 

He remained silent, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond your shoulder. The stubborn set of his jaw made you falter further. You took a deep breath, lowering your voice to one much softer, much smoother. Azriel nearly melted at it, nearly found himself apologizing for everything he had done.

“I’ve requested access, I can talk to Cassian. But we both know you know things even I don’t. You kept meticulous records.”

“I-”

"Please," you interrupted, your voice pleading. "Az.”

Azriel’s expression softened, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. He let out a small sigh and then he offered you a nod. His steps were measured, deliberate, as he turned and made his way down the small hallway, the echoes of his footfalls filling the quiet space. 

His bedroom was just as empty as the rest of the apartment, and his gaze flickered to the bedside table as he passed. He stilled for a moment, feeling another heavy wave of sadness wash through him. Another second passed before he pulled his mind away, forcing himself to walk into his closet. 

It took a few moments of pushing aside boxes and clothing before he found it, running his hands along the small safe tucked away in the back wall. With a practiced hand, he dialed the combination, the soft click of the lock releasing echoing in the room. The door opened gently, revealing its contents—a sleek handgun nestled among a jumble of items, including a worn leather journal and a stack of notes. Brushing his hand over the cold metal of the gun, Azriel reached for the journal, its worn cover familiar beneath his touch. Tucking it under his arm, he closed the safe with a sense of finality.

Returning to where you stood, Azriel found it difficult to meet your gaze again, opting to keep his eyes trained on the journal in his hand and Shadow at his feet. He wasn’t sure if it was just him that suddenly felt so smothering, or if there was something in the air that made it hard for him to breathe. 

He offered you the journal with an extended hand. For a brief moment, your fingers brushed against each other. A familiar warmth ran through Azriel’s body and he resisted the urge to recoil from the intensity of it alone. 

His hand stayed in the air for a moment, suspended in the moment of your touch. You glanced down at his palm, eyes drifting to his bare ring finger. Your eyes softened and Azriel followed your gaze, immediately pulling his hand back and shoving it into his pocket.

“Thanks,” you murmured, turning around to place it on top of your bag. You kept your back to him for a moment, and Azriel traced the curve of your spine with his eyes, watched how you placed two hands to brace yourself on the counter as you sighed. You slowly turned around.

“Azriel-”

The glint in your eyes told him where the conversation was bound to lead. He cut you off as fast as he noticed. “I can’t.”

You deflated, shoulders falling slightly as your gaze danced across his face. “You didn’t even let me speak.”

“I know what you’re going to say,” he said softly. He shifted on his heels, shoving his hands further into his pockets. “I can’t get involved. This is all I can do.”

“Alright,” you finally replied, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as you absentmindedly nodded your head. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no.” He took an instant step forward, hand naturally flying out to touch your arm. He realized his movement before he made contact, letting his hand fall awkwardly at his side. “Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I better get going.”

Please don’t.

“Yeah.”

Please stay. 

As you started to gather your belongings, slipping the journal into your bag and pulling your jacket on, Azriel's gaze remained fixed on you. His heart lurched painfully in his chest as you reached for your jacket and pulled it on, your shirt hiking up to reveal the beginning of a jagged scar along your abdomen. He deflated, casting his eyes to the ground. A wave of self-loathing washed over him and he clenched his hands at his sides, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip.

It wasn’t until you were opening his front door that Azriel found the courage to look up, mustered the strength to meet your eyes.

“Y/n-” Azriel paused. His heart thudded loudly in his eardrums. He felt a faint tugging sensation in his chest, as if his body itself was screaming at him to get closer to you, to not let you leave. He swallowed down the selfish words he wanted to say, and instead offered you a wary, but warm, smile. “Be careful. This might just be a copycat, but they’re still as dangerous. I want you to be safe.”

“I know.” Something in your face softened, and you offered him a half smile. His eyes darted to the small dimple on your cheek. “I will be.”

You turned to leave, but no movement followed. Instead, you stilled, hand tapping on the handle before you turned around again. “It was nice to see you, Az.” 

He gave you a small, curt nod. His chest tightened. “You too, Y/n.”

“Take care of yourself.”

And then you were gone. 

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Azriel sat on the couch, the soft hum of his chosen record filling the otherwise quiet apartment. His hand absentmindedly rubbed Shadow's head as he closed his eyes, allowing his thoughts to drift.

Weeks had passed since he last saw you, but you were never far from his mind. He had toyed with the idea of reaching out to you, of asking how things were going, but the thought was quickly dismissed. It was inappropriate on multiple levels. You weren't in each other's lives anymore, and he shouldn't have known about the case in the first place. So he resigned himself to living in his mind, replaying that night over and over, wondering if he should have asked you to stay, if he should have offered more help.

There was a knock at the door. 

Azriel jumped at it, head twisting over his couch to look at his entrance. He pushed himself up, lifting Shadow from his lap as he made his way to the door. The cat emitted a discontented sound as he settled back into a lying position.

His heart fluttered with anticipation as he made his way to the door, a small glimmer of hope now flickering in his chest. Could it be that his prayers had been answered? That you were here again, unable to stop thinking about him just like he couldn't stop thinking about you?

Azriel took a deep breath as he reached for the doorknob.

He prepared to muster up a smile, running greetings through his mind, knowing himself well enough that he’d stumble at seeing your face once more. But as he swung the door open, his face fell flat.

"Rhys.”

Rhysand offered him a smile, but it lacked its usual warmth, troubled lines etched into his features. His posture was tense, his shoulders squared. There was a stiffness to his stance, a subtle rigidity that made Azriel’s stomach drop. 

"What is it?" Azriel asked.

Rhys met his gaze, eyes filled with a darkened sense of worry. There was a glint of apprehension in his eyes, as if he were hesitant to speak. He swallowed.

"It's Y/n," Rhys finally said, "She's missing."

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this idea appeared to me in a dream and i had to write it... will it ever come to fruition? who knows??? but i do love a good haunting of the narrative.... az finding us....az being thrown back into a world he thought he left behind...... lord its such yummy angst

so lmk if you’re interested in being tagged in a part 2 :)

permanent tag list 🫶🏻: @rhysandorian @itsswritten @milswrites @lilah-asteria @georgiadixon

@glam-targaryen @cheneyq @darkbloodsly @pit-and-the-pen

azriel tag list: @thisiskaylin @serrendiipty

[fahbev]

Babs, Bruce and Danny in my dpxdc merfolk au!!!

argh, plz excuse the poorly edited photo lmao- lost a lot of detail TvT

Babs has her info Here. But this is her design! I’m not actually entirely sure if any of these designs are final, i might tweak them, but here she is! I gave her necklaces.

Bruce is based on a leatherback sea turtle! The spots aren’t actually super accurate to a leatherback’s underside, but if you look at it a little harder... you may find a fun little easter egg. It’s subtle... or at least i tried to make it that way. (If people don’t get it i’ll explain in a rb lol) Did you know that leatherback sea turtles can be up to 880 pounds? Idk what that is in metric but that’s roughly 7 and a half Bahfevs. They’re also much more triangular/less round than other turtles, so I reflected that in his design. And ofc, Bruce and Damian are both sea turtles bc they’re related. But they’re different sea turtle species so it doesn’t make much sense. Who gives a flip. What’s Talia, you ask? To that I say: 🤷‍♀️

(Side note: apparently, I’ve conditioned myself so I can’t draw nuetral expressions. It’s gotta have some emotion or else it looks wrong, and it feels natural to always have something going on there. So... drawing Stoic McStoicface here was a pain in the penis. He kinda has an expression anyway lol)

Danny is based on a ghost knife fish! I’ll be honest, i didn’t even know these existed until I looked up “ghost fish” in the hopes of finding something thematic. But then... omg! They’re black with little white accents? Like Danny’s design? And they have cool, funky bodies? AND they produce electricity!?? That’s so FKING COOL! I’ll have to do more research, but so far i’m pretty sure they don’t produce enough electricity to hurt someone. They are related to electric eels though! I first learned that electric eels were knife fish and not true eels when I was researching the moray eel for Duke. Funny how that connects!

Danny’s story under the cut!

Heehoo!

Okay so basically: Danny went diving to gather pearls because he wanted to make his parents happy/proud. While he was diving, His foot got caught in a rock and he couldn’t get it out. He panicked and he begged— to who? God, maybe? The universe, or the ocean? Maybe just begging fate or any higher power that could be out there, he doesn’t know. His only prayer was “Don’t let me drown!”. Unbeknownst to him, one of the pearls he’d grabbed was a magic, wish granting pearl. They’re rare enough that humans don’t even have legends of them... but the merfolk do ;).

The pearl took his very non-specific wish and decided to give him a tail and gills. He swam back up in a panic, and saw his new tail. Of course, this is a very horrifying thing to happen. But in less than a minute... it was already starting to dry off. As it dried, it turned back into skin.

Now, Danny has to be extremely careful not to get his legs or hair wet when he’s near people, because he’ll turn back into a merboy.

i... probably should have given him a shirt? He’d be wearing it, right? But i also did need to see what I was doing with that fin thing lol. I mean, a shirt would get annoying with that fin- he’d probably take it off. Tbh he’d probably have it off when swimming in general? Idk.

So: funny thing that happened when I was drawing Danny:

A first grader came up to me while I had it open on my desk, and she was like:

“Oh my god, that’s so good! Like, how did you even draw that?”

so I was like: “Oh thank you! ❤️”

And I think she asked again “How did you even draw that?”

so I was a little confused on how to answer, so I said:

“Well, I used my pencil...” and held up my pencil—

and then she got distracted by a spinny chair.

She’s so precious omg 🥰

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @strongofheart​ (feat. @luridtruths​) ::  ‘ i mean i guess at least the horns suit you – ’ familiars srs

BAD MAGIC PROMPTS

The turn of his head — sideways — near slices through the sunlight that leaves the kitchen awash in a bright spring morning. Caught quick and reflected in the uptick of thin lips into a smile. ❝ They might, ❞ Reynold offers.

A shoulder rolls as he lifts an arm to place over the back of the couch. Slinks up, and curls until he brings fingertips to his lips. Eyes slanted towards her. Hand shivering before the arm uncurls again and spreads out again. All the while its shadow plays over the counter where Sam’s been dutifully practicing crafting pancakes. 

Reynold keeps his head angled towards her as he lets the silence settle— interrupted only by sizzling butter and the gentle splats of wet mix to the saucepan. The sun lines his features with a golden light, and shift with the black that slithers out from his temple. Curving backwards as though in the shape of a ram’s horn — but scaled. Light seeming to sink into the ever-black of each scale as the tips caress the sides of his head, and when he turns — places folded arms on the couch’s back — the light stolen reflect like glittering stars. 

❝ Never considered it. A bit sacrilegious ... for some. ❞ Humored, and keeping their eyes locked until he deigns to lower them. Returns to stare at the glass sliding doors — where there are birds, too free, gallivanting across his backyard — as the horns fade like dry ice. Endless black to gray smoke and then nothing at all. 

[mourntheantagonist]

I’m sorry about your exams mine are coming up soon and I’m about to shit a brick about it ngl but at the end of the dad tests can be made up or classes retaken. grades don’t define you and tbh they’re not a measure of success either. I’m sure you’re a good student who tried.

Prompt:

Meet ugly: billy likes to jog at the park but his run is cute off went this huge ass wet dog all muddy and shit cuts him off and weaves between his legs. He trips right into a muddy puddle and twists his ankle. Steve runs up to him all apologetic and billy is yelling at him about keeping his dog on a leash, but billy has no choice but to accept the guys help cuz he can’t walk on his own.

Thank you so much for the kind words and thank you so much for the prompt. I loved this idea and got a little carried away and it’s not 100% what you asked for but I still hope you enjoy it :)

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Billy loves the rain. Living in California meant a good rainfall was few and far between. He hated to praise Hawkins, Indiana, but he loved that it rained.

Rain in Hawkins was also very much unlike the rain in California. Down in the southwest corner of the country, rainfall was less like a shower and more like a sprinkle. The rain was only ever powerful enough to form little droplets in his hair. Never enough to cause soaking wet clothes or windshield wipers past the lowest setting. It was nothing like that in Hawkins. Instead it was heavy showers. Soaking his clothes until they were dripping. Needing to drive carefully to avoid hydroplaning. But not too carefully. He had to take advantage of those curb-side puddles that were perfect for splashing pedestrians. 

If he had to say anything good about Hawkins, it would have to be the rain. But one thing that was just slightly better than when it was raining, was when it stopped. When the roads were still wet, and the sky still cloudy, but not a single drop of water falling to the earth. It was a weirdly nice feeling. The post rain smell filling his senses. It always seemed to be the perfect temperature. Not too hot. Not too cold. Refreshing was the best way to describe it.

It’s perfect jogging weather. It was always far too hot in California to actually jog the way he wanted. The heat sucking every bit of energy out of him. And trying to breathe in the California smog was just a bad idea in general. Running in the post rain bliss was something else entirely. Taking in only the freshest air. He felt rejuvenated after every run.

That’s how he turned into the guy who stared out of his window every weekend as raindrops fell upon the pane. Looking up at the grey sky waiting for the clouds to part and the rain to subside so he could go out for his run. This was another good thing about Hawkins rain. While it rained often, it didn’t rain for long. It was a perfect balance the way Billy sees it. 

This was how he got to know Hawkins a little better. He ran through surrounding neighborhoods, he ran to the high school and on days he felt really good, he ran into town. 

Weirdly enough running was a lot like surfing. Not so much in the activity itself, but for the purposes that it served. Because it was more than just exercise. It was a nice way of escaping everything. His dad, Susan, hell even Hawkins. Because just like surfing he was able to put himself into a different zone. Enter a separate reality from the one he was stuck in. He could put on his Walkman and run like he had no destination. 

But sometimes he got into the zone a little too much. If the town hadn’t already known him as the bad boy from sunny California, they surely knew him as the punk kid with no respect that was constantly bumping into them on the street. Jaywalking in front of their cars. Splashing carelessly into puddles of fresh rain water. It’s not like he planned to stay in a small town in Indiana. Billy was not the small town type. Some nice rain wasn’t going to suddenly change him into that type of person. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t find rain elsewhere. The Pacific Northwest has both heavy rain and beaches. Maybe he’ll go there instead of going back to California. But the point is, he doesn’t care about what his reputation is. It doesn’t matter. So he pisses off the locals without hesitation and just tries to make the best of it while he’s trapped here.

But maybe Billy should have paid a little more attention. While some humans have the common sense to move out of the way, some animals are lacking in that area.

He’s running through this trail he found in the woods surrounding Loch Nora. In his defense he has no reason to be expecting any company while jogging through the middle of the woods. Perhaps he shouldn’t only be worrying about the company of people and rather whatever wildlife lurks in this part of the country. 

Thank fuck his only run in was with that of a disheveled golden retriever covered in mud and not some seven foot tall bear. Billy doesn’t notice the dog until it begins weaving in and out between Billy’s legs. The dog is damn lucky Billy didn’t step on her tail. She’s got a leash hanging from her collar with no owner on the other end. But Billy only knows that part because the same leash had managed to wrap around both of his ankles, bringing him to his new position of being face down in a muddy puddle with an apparent ache forming where the leash had bound him.

So there he lies. Face down, ankles wrapped, a dog licking the mud off his face, and to top it all off, the owner has finally decided to make an appearance. Something in Billy is not even surprised to find that when he rolls over onto his ass he discovers that the owner is none other than Steve fucking Harrington. Because of course it’s Steve fucking Harrington. The universe can’t allow Billy to have even one normal day. 

Billy notices Steve before Steve actually notices him. He’s about fifty feet away looking in the other direction shouting what he assumes is the mutts name. “Trixie!” Billy is trying to untangle himself from the leash, but not before Trixie makes a run for the human calling her name and yanks herself free, tugging at his right ankle before breaking loose. Billy doesn’t contain the shriek in pain as it almost dislocates the bone. Shit. Something is definitely wrong.

Steve hears him of course. Hears the girlish scream that Billy would never produce voluntarily. Billy is trying to hoist himself up to maintain some of his dignity, but to no avail. Once Steve has made the distance and is standing at his feet, and billy has succumbed to his spot in the dirt, he fires first.

“Keep your damn dog on a leash.” He spits. If he can’t be at eye level, or even stand up, he has to assert his dominance somehow.

It’s only then that it actually clicks for Steve that Billy hasn’t just parked himself there in the dirt for fun. 

“Oh shit dude! Fuck I’m sorry about that. There’s not usually anyone around here so I thought I’d let her do her business y’know? Also she’s not my dog, I’m just pet-sitting for my neighbor. What am I doing? You don’t care about that. Are you okay? She didn’t bite you or anything, right?”

Billy should be mad. Like his ankle might be broken because this idiot doesn’t know how to take care of a dog. But all that rambling and profuse apologies was kind of… cute? Nope. Nope! Billy shut that thought down immediately. 

Billy gestures down toward his feet. “Fuckin’ took me down by the ankles. You could learn a thing or two from the bitch. Seeing how you play basketball and all.” 

Steve brushes off the comment and lends a hand to help Billy up from the ground. He winces when he applies pressure. Still through the pain he slowly tries to walk away.

“Wait! Dude don’t you live on Old Cherry? That’s like a mile from here.” Billy is just comically limping away from the scene. Logically he knows he’s not getting home on his own. But the last thing he wants is to accept charity from Steve Harrington. 

“I don’t need your help Harrington. I’ll be fine. Go back to your castle.”

Steve just ignores him and throws one of Billy’s arms over his shoulder. “Look, my house is like a block away. Let me drive you home so I don’t have to hear about the news of your body being recovered from the Eno River.”

Begrudgingly, Billy accepts the support, huffing out a ‘fine’ before letting Steve guide him and the dog towards the Harrington household. 

Steve was right. It was definitely closer than his house was. He could already see between the trees the nice looking two story building. Billy had passed by it before on his drives, but only ever in the dark. It looked much different in the daylight. Somehow it looked even more abandoned. Like everything was still kept up. There weren’t vines growing along the side. It looked clean, but it gave off this strange feeling of loneliness. Like few people had ever passed through it. 

The only thing about the house that wasn’t up to code was the pool. The water was green and filled with dead bugs and fallen leaves. Looked like it hadn’t been cleaned out in months. He vaguely recalls hearing about the story of that Barbara Holland chick. Died in his pool. He figures there’s some correlation there. 

By the time they make it to the Beemer, Steve finally gets a good look at his ankle. In only the matter of a couple minutes it’s swollen dramatically and he can see a faint purple forming underneath the skin. He also sees some blood stains forming at his knees, seeping through the grey material of his sweats. And Billy is filthy. He’s got mud on his face and all over his clothes. His hands are all scraped up, most likely from the fall.

Steve’s brain is working hard. Steve has every reason to let Billy go on his own. Not even three months ago the guy was on top of him, beating him nearly to death. Why should Steve be showing him any kindness? But then he remembers back to him and Jonathan. Sure the fight wasn’t nearly as brutal. But Steve has said some fucked up shit to him and Jonathan never held it against him. Sure, Steve actually apologized, but in his own way, he thinks Billy had too. Not so much with words but with his actions. He had left Steve alone ever since that night. He was still aggressive when they were on the court, but the trash talk had dissipated. So maybe there was some remorse there. And look, it’s Steve’s fault his ankle is fucked up so the least he can do is help him get fixed up and get home.

“Okay look. I have to get the dog settled inside before I can take you home. How about you let me take a look at your ankle and then we can both go our separate ways?” 

Billy crosses his arms, balancing on one leg now that he’s no longer being supported. “That wasn’t the deal.”

“Actually the deal was I’d drive you home. That hasn’t changed. Just come inside. Your ankle looks fucked up and I know a thing or two about first aid.” Steve goes back towards Billy and puts his arm back in the same position it was before. Doesn’t give Billy time to protest before he’s made it through the front door. He guides him to the kitchen table where he instructs him to sit down. Then Steve leaves him there along with Trixie. 

Billy scans the kitchen. He’s kind of surprised to see that it looks pretty typical for a kitchen. Nothing too fancy about it aside from the clearly new appliances. It’s just average. Oak cabinets. Basic granite countertops. Doesn’t match the exterior at all. 

Steve comes back without the dog and with a first aid kit in hand. 

“You don’t have to do this man, just take me home.”

Steve just ignores him and kneels down in front of him and works at the laces of his shoe. “It’s my fault you look like you were just mauled by a bear so let me fucking do this alright?” Steve pulls off his shoe frustratedly which probably wasn’t the best idea.

“Ow! What the fuck dude?!”

“Sorry.”

“Look, I’m not here to help you feel better about yourself.” 

Steve pulls his sock off anyway. This time with slightly more care. “Just shut up and let me finish this so I can get you out of here.” Billy slumps back and Steve takes a closer look at his ankle. It looks bad. Clearly broken. “I think you need to go to a hospital. This looks like more than just a sprain.”

Billy's eyes go wide and he gets a little shaky. “No hospitals” he says bluntly.

“Billy I really think you should consider-“

“Did you not fucking hear me? I’m not going to a hospital.”

“Why not?”

Billy scoffs. “Your pretty little head couldn’t handle it.”

“Try me.”

“No. We’re not doing this Harrington. Fix me up and take me home.”

Steve rolls his eyes and gets up from where he was kneeling. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

“Not like there’s anywhere I can go.”

Steve comes back with a pair of sweats and a plain black t-shirt. He tosses them onto Billy’s lap. “Think you can put these on without my help?” Billy is puzzled. “Look I’m not going to let you get mud all over my car so put on the damn clothes.”

Billy is currently in grey joggers and a long sleeved navy hoodie. It’s honestly the most covered up he’s ever seen him. While Billy is dressing himself, Steve is preparing a wet washcloth and grabbing an old package of frozen peas from the freezer. Steve manages to catch a glimpse of Billy with his shirt off. It’s not even close to the first time he’s seen the guys shirtless. Hell he’s seen the guy fully naked. But this feels different. This time feels more vulnerable. This time it’s not a decision he’s making himself. This time Billy has several belt marks running across his back. The shirt is on just as soon as he makes the realization. Steve just tries to act natural.

“Okay. I’m going to wrap your ankle. You’re going to ice it while I clean up your knees. Then I’ll take you home and we never have to talk to each other again. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good,” he hands Billy the wet washcloth. “And wash the dirt off your face.”

Steve pulls up a chair so he can sit in front of him. He gently brings Billy’s right leg up to rest on his thigh and places the frozen peas so that they hug his ankle. He slowly rolls up Billy’s pant leg and inspects the damage. Luckily it’s just some minor scraping that a couple bandaids should fix. He grabs some cotton balls and antiseptic from the kit and begins dressing the wound. But he can’t stop thinking about the belt marks.

Any other kind of injury and he could brush it off as Billy going out and picking a fight with someone. But these are unmistakably not from that and Steve doesn’t like entertaining what it actually means. 

Ever since basketball season had ended Neil had been less careful with leaving marks. 

Because he’s in a t-shirt now, Billy can see as the belt marks wrap around his upper arm.

“That why you don’t want to go to the hospital?” Steve points to the markings.

“Leave it alone Harrington.”

Steve just keeps his eyes focused on Billy’s knee. “Who did that to you?”

“I said drop it.”

“Was it your dad?”

Billy quickly jerks his leg forward kicking Steve in the chest. Not a good idea considering that probably hurt him more than it did Steve.

“You proud of yourself Harrington? Finally cracked the code? Glad to finally have something to hold over my head so you can take back your precious crown?”

Steve is still recovering from the blow to his chest. Didn’t really hurt. Just knocked the wind out of him.

“I didn’t mean to-“ 

“Cut the shit alright?”

“No! You cut the shit. Fuck I don’t give a shit about some stupid fake crown.” Steve heaves a sigh. “Look I don’t understand this exactly. But I get shitty dads.”

Billy is kind of just staring at him blankly. The prior rage seems to have disappeared but he can’t exactly tell for sure. It’s like for the first time in his life he’s actually carefully constructing his next words instead of spitting out whatever comes to mind first.

“Your Dad take away your allowance?” Nope same Billy as always.

“More like he’s never around. Cheats on my mom and my mom cares more about her reputation. I haven’t seen them in weeks now and if you asked me where they are right now I couldn’t tell you.”

Billy bows his head. “Shit. Sorry.” This is a different Billy than he’s used to.

“Can I get back to fixing your ankle now?”

Billy brings his leg back up and Steve carefully situates it back on his thigh. He picks up the package of peas that had fell to the floor and continues his work.

“Can I ask you one question?” Steve asks.

“One.”

“Is Max safe?”

Billy turns his head away. “Yeah.” It comes out a little raspy, like he’s choking on air. “He won’t touch her as long as I’m there.”

Steve’s starting to actually piece it all together. The little details he’s picked up on ever since he made his first appearance at Hawkins High in his loud blue Camaro. Suddenly there’s more nuance to every action he’s taken since then. 

“He shouldn’t touch you either.”

There’s a pang in his chest as he says it. As he watches Billy actively avoid eye contact. He can feel that he doesn’t believe him. That he thinks he deserves it. Because Steve has allowed himself to believe that he was just never good enough for his father. Never understanding that his father was just incapable of showing love. 

Billy doesn’t respond to that. Steve finishes wrapping up Billy’s ankle and patching up his knees, and now he’s helping Billy out to his car. With all this new information in his head he really doesn’t want to drive him home. But they had a deal.

As soon as Steve turns the ignition, Duran Duran starts blaring over the speakers.

“Figured you’d have shitty music taste.” 

“Oh shut up. Unlike you I actually like to hear what they’re saying. Not all the noise.”

“Still. Duran Duran is a different kind of awful.” 

Steve lets himself smile. Even though he’s being berated about his ‘shit taste in music’, he likes this kind of Billy. He’s not saying it to hurt him. It’s like a friendly jab. Maybe Billy Hargrove isn’t exactly who he first thought he was.

The trip is rather short. Old Cherry isn’t too far from Loch Nora when traveling by car. Hungry Like the Wolf hadn’t even ended by the time Steve pulled up to the curb.

Billy doesn’t move to get out of the car. Steve momentarily forgets about his ankle and let’s himself think he’s staying put for another reason. Maybe it has nothing to do with his ankle. He hasn’t said anything. 

Billy wants Steve to say something. Because something weird happened back at the house. The moment Steve said ‘he shouldn’t touch you either’ felt off. He felt something and he needs to know that Steve felt it too.

Steve turns the car off and slumps back into his seat, both hands now tightly gripping the steering wheel. He’s staring past Billy at the house with a look of worry. 

“Look. If you ever need to get away, my doors always open.”

Billy goes to look back at him. Steve is still entranced by the front door. 

“We’re not friends, Harrington. You don’t have to act friendly.”

“We could be.”

“What?”

Steve is looking at Billy now.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if we didn’t spend all this time hating each other and became friends? Forget crowns and keg stand records and fucking Tommy H. and just try to get along? We got two months left until we’re out of here so why not make the best of it?”

“You want to be my friend Harrington?”

Steve puts his head in his hands and groans. 

“We don’t have to be friends but we could at least be civil with each other. Just,” he takes another look at the house. “please come over when shit gets bad.”

Billy hesitates, but he nods assuringly. 

“You gonna be alright in there?”

Billy scans the exterior of the house. “He’s not home yet so I should be good.”

“And your ankle?”

“I’ll be alright.” He seems unsure, but Steve chooses not to push the issue further.

“Okay.”

Steve unbuckles his seat belt and goes around the back side of the car to the passenger side and helps Billy up out of his seat. As soon as he slams the door shut, rain starts to dump all over them.

The two are facing each other and Billy has half of his weight resting on Steve’s shoulders. Billy catches a glimpse of Steve’s eyes. Droplets forming on his eyelashes. His hair is already dripping fresh rain water onto his cheeks. It’s disorienting. 

Billy isn’t one for sappy shit but this is some freaky sign.

“I don’t want to be your friend Steve.”

Before Steve has a chance to respond his lips are pressed to Billy’s. It’s a quick exchange. Blink and you’ll miss it kind of thing. Billy has both his hands on Steve’s shoulders and is looking at him questioningly. Like he’s waiting for him to punch him or kiss him again. Steve chooses the latter.

Steve surges forward and crashes into Billy. It lasts longer this time. Still quick. But there’s enough time to appreciate the taste of each other’s mouths mixed with fresh rain drops. Steve pulls away first and is quick to offer a reassuring smile. They both look up at the rain coming down, and back to each other.

“Let’s get you inside.”

Billy has another reason to love the rain.

[oceanselevenism]

I've seen that most of the stories on ao3 about them are mostly canon-compliant (and I don't have anything against that tbh) but I was wondering if you have any aus that you think could fit them or that you'd like to see?

omg i have SO MANY aus!! (it got Very Long so its under a cut)

- college au! danny gets kicked out (hes on full scholarship and does Thiefly Things to cover his expenses so hes not endangered just fairly fucked up abt it) (does it count as kicked out if u only live w ur dad three months a year) in freshman year, he befriends rusty (1 year below him) in sophomore year, debbie also befriends rusty (she and danny dont talk much but shes 2 yrs below him at the same college), and when reuben comes calling for a job he thinks debbie has a boyfriend (thanks to debbie telling her dad that she does) so she fake dates rusty. who ends up joining the job. and danny is Very Jealous

- snl ripoff au! danny and rusty are the weekend-update-adjacent anchors and they get gay. i Would have this take place in la (reuben is taking A Risk producing a late night sketch comedy show on the west coast but the 11/12/however fuckin many are fantastic cast members so even though they lose revenue from the other timezones not watching as much as they watch snl or whatever, they still make BANK... but danny and rusty getting gay throws the equilibrium out of whack) BUT la sucks DICK so its happening in new york. also this way u get Ocean Sibling Banter (debbie and lou are the anchors for The Actual Weekend Update and when debbie/lou get together and also when danny/rusty get together there are so many ‘just switch out the blondes/brunettes nobody will be able to tell and we won’t have hr down our necks’ jokes)

- au where the caldwells, abt to go deep undercover on a Huge Fucking Case, have to give up custody of 6 year old linus to tess and danny. the case stretches on for twelve years and linus grows up w tess and danny (who get divorced like right after they adopt him bc tess finds out abt dannys Thiefly Activities-- he confesses to her bc he doesnt rly want to predispose the kid to said thiefly activities) and also isabel (she and rusty break up like Right Before tess and dannys wedding and its very funny; she then goes on to marry tess) parenting him (rusty isnt as much in the picture bc he doesnt feel bad at all abt stealing and tess doesnt want linus to pick up that mentality also rusty Feels Things abt danny)! then when linus is like 18 or 19 danny disappears (tess and isabel think its Thiefly Activities again and arent concerned, just disappointed, but linus is very concerned for his dad-slash-stepdad-slash-sort-of-uncle) and he tracks down rusty so they can find danny. they roadtrip across america and eventually catch up to danny, who is helping the caldwells, and the five of them take down whatever gang the caldwells were chasing. linus now has 6 parents

- au based on this post where some archaeologist finds a bunch of dannys [french person voice] Love Lettairs 2 rusty and so obviously the logical course of action is to rob the museum (which happens to be the museum that tess is curating. funny how things work out) without telling his team What Theyre Stealing. they successfully pull off the heist but turns out the letters were not among the items they stole!! danny is getting desperate. as a last-ditch attempt he calls tess and asks her to let them rob the museum. shes like Why The Fuck Would I Do That. he explains and she begrudgingly agrees. danny and livingston go break into the museum Again but rusty tails them bc dannys been acting Weird and he finds out abt the letters bc livingston sweats more whenever he tells a lie. they live happily ever after (literally, theyre immortal) the end. also even though dannys a werewolf the 11 all call him the new jersey devil (its not his fault that legend came to be ok!! he was very drunk!!)

- childhood friends au!! danny and rusty were best buds as very young kids and then the oceans had to move. flash forward 2 present day where danny and debbie r robbing a museum (theyre building a flower shop over the vault and tunneling in, the dudes in brazil who came up w it are very very clever) and guess which two people are the assistant curators (is that even a title?). guess. ill tell u its tess and rusty! danny recognizes rusty, rusty ‘does not recognize’ danny (which is valid. look at photos of child george clooney and tell me you would recognize him). the 11 demand that they use this to their advantage and so danny and rusty Sort Of Date while the rest set up for the robbery, and danny feels really bad abt it so on the day of (after everyone has gotten away, ofc, he might be a lovesick bitch but hes not a snitch) he confesses and rustys like lmao i was onto u from the start. what kind of a name is [insert alias here] anyway. then they go live a life of crime and its great

- @sanduschism came up w a fantastic au where danny pickpockets rusty and feels bad so he sends the wallet back and they strike up a Correspondence

- HOSPITAL AU!!! danny and rusty r er techs while theyre doing med school and nobody knows how they juggle their shifts w school but also rusty can do a tracheotomy in like 5 seconds and danny can tell when a person needs an mri before they even list their symptoms so nobody questions it and nobody splits them up Ever. when they eventually become surgeons, danny does cardio and rusty does neuro, and whenever they have to work together not only do they never have to say what theyre doing, they don't even have What Do U Want To Cook For Dinner convos fully out loud. tess is head nurse... she makes so many excel spreadsheets... they are ALL color coded. isabel is head er doc and nobody dares to halfass things on her watch. reuben is head hospital admin, saul is chief surgeon, basher is head of the burn unit, the malloys r the HUNKIEST nurses in town, frank does plastic surgery/ent (every patient loves him bc he is just So Calm), livingston is The IT Guy, yen does like orthopedics or physical therapy, and linus is their fav resident who they all lovingly tease 24/7. the ocean sibs r both Cardio Gods and each dominate their respective coasts. debbie is an nyc doctor and if she sees a mass gen doctor its on SIGHT. the few surgeries that she and danny collab on go so fast that the med students in the gallery Cannot tell whats happening. lou is also a plastic surgeon and she and frank r best buds. linus requests time off like 6 months in advance Every Time and everyone hates it bc then They have to be on call but he doesnt realize his Extreme Overachieverness is causing so much strife. whenever tess and danny get in an argument she colorcodes his rounds spreadsheet to be the most neon shit youve ever seen. can you tell i never fully progressed past my greys anatomy phase this one is like 93489302 lines long

- superpower au where rusty has midas touch and danny has corrosive touch and when theyre too young to have control over their powers (abilities develop throughout adolescence and the user gains control at the end of adolescence) they accidentally brush hands and are terrified they just killed each other but turns out their powers like. cancel out. so until they reach like 21 or 22 and can touch things without fucking them UP they just. hold hands all the time. bc otherwise they have to wear gloves to prevent Accidents and both of them “hate gloves” (and also love holding hands. gayasses)

- uhhh hallmark au where danny is a crime fiction writer out on some beach north of ocean city nj and rusty is his fancy nyc editor. everyone else is a thief including debbie who is just Very weirded out that her brother, who robbed boston’s institute of contemporary art at age 22 and got away with it, has decided to spend the rest of his life churning out books. he is very critically acclaimed and about half of the 11 are buds with him and use his published books as heist inspo. the other ~half of the 11 are buds with rusty, and they tell him if danny’s heists are feasible or not (they always are. scarily so.) anyway rusty and isabel break up 12 days before xmas and danny and tess break up 8 days before hanukkah so dannys heading to debbie’s place in upstate new york to mope for the holidays when A BLIZZARD HITS and he gets stranded in midtown. and he and rusty are buds but like. Email Buds. they dont hang out irl and therefore they dont let their Totally Bud-Like Feelings mess up their professional relationship. but danny is stranded and its hanukkah and he ends up crashing at rustys place for the duration of the blizzard. and then rusty ends up coming to debbies place for the rest of the holidays. and then they kiss on new years eve and debbie kicks them out bc theyre being gross

- And More! thanks for the ask, anon! sorry it got so long lol i just have Many Thoughts

[serosfan]

So @singing-not-sleeping-beauty and I were discussing Class 1-A quirk swaps but like, not in the swap way you’d expect and I was inspired. 

QUIRK SWAPS

Midoriya and Tsu

Tsu with One For All bc 1 she deserves it and 2 she’s one of the few 1A members who WONT break their entire body in one go. Very controlled. Also All Might would love Tsu c’mon

Midoriya with frog quirk aka “He’s trying to talk but the tongue is LONG and it is DIFFICULT”.I think he’d find some interesting offensive moves with the jumping bc it’s like his shoot style

Momo and Sato

Both quirks already involve like calories and fat content kinda? So she’d be good at figuring out how much sugar is needed to have x amount of power. Very precise and also like Momo punch someone in a FULLY COVERED COSTUME PLEASE

Sato doesn’t have the like, immense knowledge as Momo but I think he’d be good at making basic weapons. Imagine Momo teaching him how to make things and him learning about fat content more. 

Just. These who would vibe so well

Aoyama and Iida

First of all they both wear suits of armor like c’mon match made in heaven. 

For real though, Aoyama learning to work a speed quirk and getting more confident in himself as a hero bc he doesn't need to be flashy!!! I love Aoyama

Meanwhile Iida realizing the physical toll Aoyama’s quirk actually has and him learning that not all quirks are fairly side effect free and it’s a weird humbling experience for him. Also the idea of Iida just blasting himself down the hallway with the laser by accident is extremely funny

Todoroki and Hagakure

Here me out here. Todoroki has this whole angst about looking like his dad and his appearance so him suddenly not having an appearance at all? Did someone say ANGST. Also he’s a little shit and will sneak up on people at the worst times

Meanwhile not only do we get VISIBLE Hagakure but her getting the attention she wants bc of the flashy quirk now too but like maybe she doesn't want that much attention actually? And learning to love her quirk? 

IDK the angst between these two is 10/10 potential 

Bakugou and Ojiro

Similar to Todoroki and Hagakure we have flashy quirk vs non flashy quirk. Bakugou is like hella off kilter bc not only is he not making explosions and all that but now he has a fucking tail. Here comes the rage. But when he learns how to use it Bakugou would 100% just fucking WHAM people with the tail

And we have peaceful chill Ojiro suddenly with this violent ass quirk and he’s like ????!?!?!?! But I think he’d find a good way to use the quirk subtly? Like smaller sparks/explosions off his hands to up hand to hand combat or something like that. 

Mineta Shinsou and Kirishima

So we have Kirishima who's entire fighting style is using himself as a human shield, and Shinsou who's fighting style is working from the sides/above. The most DIFFERENT styles and they're both like oh fuck

Shinsou having this weird crisis with Aizawa bc he doesn't feel like a hero even though he has a more “heroic” quirk and he has to work on his assertiveness in getting right into the middle of fights

Meanwhile Kirishima having a manliness crisis bc his body is such a massive part of him and his hero style and he doesn't think he’s smart enough to use Shinsou’s quirk and UGH someone protect these boys

Jirou and Koda

So like we’ve seen them work together so they’d be a duo who could actually help each other learn the quirks? Like Koda being really good at reconnaissance bc he’s already quiet and now he can hear even more and he’s doing so well I love Koda

And then Jirou is pretty chill so she’d adjust fairly fast and she’s just enjoying talking to like, stray cats and some birds walking around. Again she uses the quirk for recon too they’d just be a good duo

Mina and Shouji

Okay okay okay. Mezo “Gives the best hugs you know he does” Shoji suddenly can produce ACID. Also he just has. 2 arms? That would be such a lifestyle adjustment I think he’d struggle with like, on the one hand he likes looking “normal” but he also misses his quirk and he’s constantly concerned he’s gonna make too much acid and hurt someone. Also I’m pretty sure he’d turn pink and that’s adorable. He’d  also be too scared to try and fight bc. Acid. He’s having a time. 

Mina meanwhile is having the best fucking time. You know she would. Alien Queen rolls with the punches so now that she’s got dupli-arms? Cool! Straight up throwing herself into fights now bc she's got so many arms! The one thing she’d sad about is she’s not pink anymore 

Denki and Tokoyami

Tokoyami is just salty he’s still got a bird head tbh. And he’s sad bc he always had Dark Shadow with him? And now he’s lonely! And yeah electricity is pretty cool but he misses his buddy. He’s also way better at controlling the electric output so he doesn't short circuit as much and Denki is salty

Meanwhile Denki uses his quirk in daily life so not only is he like oh damn right no more electricity, but also he has a bird shadow now. He’s pretty bad at getting Dark Shadow to listen to him bc really all Dark Shadow does is sulk and ask for Tokoyami back but Denki gives him hugs so it’s okay for now

Sero and Uraraka 

Tape Boy aka The One Braincell of the Bakusquad can and will float Bakugou to the ceiling. He doesn't care if he gets nauseous it’s for the greater good. The greater good being his entertainment. He misses his tape bc he can’t swing around like spiderman though. Also you know he figured out how to float himself around and got a cape bc he’s a NERD

Uraraka on the one hand is enjoying learning about the new quirk and also swinging around is fun! One problem. Elbows. They big. And they don’t FIT IN ANY CLOTHING. That’s really her issue. But aside from that she loves having tape. She did tape Iida to a wall when he wouldn’t chill and she’ll DO IT AGAIN

[quirkwizard]

Comment Response #4

From the Love of La Brava, @underwaterrain said: i thought the same at first, that it was a very lazy quirk, so yeah, louder for the people in the back

This confuses me. Are you agreeing with my analysis, or agreeing when I said I first thought it was lazy?

From Math With Quirkwizard, @jordan-angel said: Sir, will that chart be on the exam?

Yes, it will be. There will also be a essay section about the failings of the Meta Liberation Army and the History of Quirks. 

From this, @fishin-lakitu said detective and his sister have very similar quirks but they aren’t the same (i think one is stronger than the other) so I think adjusting them could be fine?

I get that, but what the person was asking for was “the exact same Quirk”. I’m fine sibling having similar Quirks, but I don’t it could be exactly the same.

From this, @exhausted-drone said: Oh my lord

I’m not apologizing for it.

From this, @just-some-random-trash-can said: I think whickh quirk is the more powerful of the 2 depends on the user.Dabi's body is not suited for a fire quirk and that's why it's a disadvantage.If he's body was fire resistant he would be able to use a quirk with a higher flame output for as long as endeavor can use his hellflames making it the superior one 

I always assumed that it was a natural drawback of the Quirk, having it be an exchange of power for safety. Kind of like “Gas” and “Somnambulist”. Yes, “Gas” is more powerful in range and effectiveness, but is considered inferior for the amount of risk it poses to the user.

From Class 1-A: Tiered by Panel Time and Character Development, @thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname said: but can we move Jiro up to mid or high mid? Imo the school festival puts her on maybe Tsu's level. She hasn't gotten a whole lot of time to shine, but when she did, it was notable. Plus, I was just rewatching the first season, and considering none of the side characters do much at all, she's one of the first ones we really get to see in action along with Yaoyorozu and Kaminari and a couple others. I'm also gonna say that I really appreciate your putting Yaoyorozu with Uraraka and Iida. I feel like a lot of people miss her arc, maybe because it's in the background, but it started getting built up in the first season! Anyway long story short I love Momo and thank you for respecting her XD 

The thing about Jiro is that I really struggled to think of anything she did. She fought at the USJ and in Sports Festival, but by that logic, I should bump all the other students up because they fought as well and Jiro still did not do much in either. I was also going by the manga, which she did not do much in either.

And I will never miss out on an opportunity to praise Momo. And no matter how many people seem to hate her, this is a hill I am willing to die on.

From Original Quirk #14

@micshinobi said: S t o n e F r e e !

Actually, the Quirk was much based around Doflamingo from One Piece, specifically his ability to manipulate people’s bodies.

@bignuttie said: Very happy to see your own takes on quirk creation again and not just the marriages.

...While I am the first one to agree that I have been asked a lot of Quirk Marriages, I have done plenty of Original Quirks. This is just one that was not prompted by someone else.

From this, @dwebble-downer said: This is very jojo

The sheer Jojo energy that radiates off that man is nothing short of menacing.

From this, @indecisofan said: Its because some think they are hot. 

At least you are brave enough to say it. But to be fair, Dabi is pretty hot. I mean the guy creates fire, how could he not be?

From “This is Villainy”: A This is Halloween Parody

@rippedteabag said: I love it so much

@ninja-my-cat said: I love the original song but i would absolutely love to hear a cover/parody of this version

Maybe that should be one of my events: compiling an album of all the songs and parodies I did.

From Tail/Creation Quirk Marriage:

@sokumotanaka said: Ojiro is not a nobody, rude

@udonutseeme said: Don’t you dare call him that ರ╭╮ರ

Given how the word “rude” has been used as of late, I’m just going to assume it is a synonym for “honest”.

@shushtaouk said: I always thought that since he can control the intensity of the sound waves his vocal chords produce (taking frequency into account) , he could also logically immitate any voice? (it should be way easier than just make his voice really loud) He could use that to gather information from villain. Tbh sound waves can be very destructive when cleverly used. Wish the author could give him more complex abilities

I don’t think that’s how “Voice” works. Present Mic seems only capable of amplifying his voice, not adjusting it’s frequency. That’s why he’s always yelling and has sound amplifiers like speakers and megaphones as a part of his hero equipment.

[wroteasongabouther]

fratboy!harry - part 20

i wrote out like three different paragraphs here to apologize for not uploading fratboy!harry in so long, but really i can’t apologize enough... sometimes you knew find inspiration in other idea/writings and some pieces get left behind ya know. thankfully i won’t ever completely leave behind fratboy!harry, he’s my first love tbh :)) regardless, hope you guys liked it!

fratboy!harry tag >> story page

“Music?” You question, your eyebrows pulled tight together as you lay back in bed and watch Harry walking around his room.

“Yeah, is that so hard to believe?” He chuckles, but you can heard the hint of annoyance in his voice. You shake your head and sit up cross legged on the bed now, picking at the blanket to distract yourself from his narrowed eyes. You notice Harry shake his head a bit before disappearing into his bathroom once more.

“I just, i just didn’t take you as a music major,” you say louder in order for him to hear from further away. “I mean, what about computer sciences? Are you just dropping that after all these years?”

“M’not dropping anything, Y/N,” he states, “I’ve already got all the credits for my major this year, just decided to fill my time with something I’ve been interested in for a while now,”

Never had Harry ever really mentioned being interested in music. Sure he loved music and had a large collection of it. And you’d notice him humming along or tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, but nothing like what music majors would focus on. Did he play any instruments? Did he want to like produce music? Your so deep in thought that you don’t even notice when Harry walks back into the room, leaning on the mattress so he could capture your unprepared lips in his. You blink quick a couple times, then it registers and you kiss him back.

“Just trust me, little bird,” Harry smiles, face still mere inches away from yours, “I’m gonna be the next big thing,” he adds jokingly.

You chuckle and push his shoulder gently. Of course he retaliates your playfulness by tackling you completely, your back flat against the mattress again as he lays on top of you. Full on laughter comes from the both of you and for a moment you’re in your own head again. But this time you’re thinking of how good things have gotten between you two after such a frightening fight. That week of not talking, another fight upon your return to Arizona and then the few days before all was forgiven - that was the absolute worst. You couldn’t imagine life without Harry now. You loved him.

“So pretty,” Harry mumbles against your cheek before pressing a kiss to your skin. There goes the flutter in your stomach again.

“Okay, okay,” you sigh and gently push away Harry as he begins to kiss your neck. He pulls back and furrows his brows. “I’ve got class in like an hour, I cannot be late on the first day,” you tell him with a stern face.

Harry pouts. You just shake your head yet again and smile at him. Another ten minutes or so of kissing and then he’s driving you onto campus. As you walk through campus alone you find yourself passing the arts building, you’re pretty sure you’ve never even been inside and now your boyfriend wanted to be there every day? It was just a bit weird that’s all. You sigh and pull open the doors to the building your class was in. 

The best part about your class was the fact you shared it with one of your best friends. Thomas had saved you a seat near the middle of the class, giving you a smile and asking how you were before your professor got the class going. 

“How are things with Harry?” Thomas asks about half way through the class.

“Good?” 

“Answering a question with a question doesn’t sell yourself you know,”

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh and jot down a few notes in your notebook. “Things just aren’t the same and we’re trying to get back there,” you add with a shrug.

Thomas puckers his lips as though he’s in thought. You simply turn your head to the side, resting your chin in your hand while resting your arm on the table and look at him. He’s one of your best friends and you’ll always value his opinion. It’s been clear since you and Harry started dating that Thomas wasn’t the biggest fan of your relationship - which made his opinion right now even more interesting to hear.

“I don’t know,” Thomas shrug, “just give him a couple more days and he’ll probably forget all about it, us guys are kinda just like that. The moment things are good again, all the bad shit just goes away,” he explains. You give him a smile, his bit of advice warmed your heart.

“I hope you’re right,” you say.

“Well I always am so,” Thomas jokes, which causes you to chuckle and shove him. That’s when your professor raises his voice, meaning to catch anyone attention who wasn’t listening and thankfully it wasn’t just you two. And then you’re back into learning mode, this semester was going to either be super easy with Thomas helping you out or the worst as he distracts you.

—

Thomas was right - of course. After another few days everything was feeling good between you and Harry. There was still this small piece of you that wanted to open up to him about Luke and your dark past, but things were too good now to bring it all up again. You and Kate are walking across campus after an afternoon spent in the library studying and quizzing each other for the quiz you two had in your class Monday. And with today before Friday, you two had cut the long hours of cramming to hurry to the dorms.

“I think I need a nap before tonight,” you yawn while Kate holds open the lobby door for you.

“Yeah, I’m definitely drinking red bulls tonight to keep up,” she says, “I’m a little surprised there’s no theme,” she adds while you make your way towards her room first. You shrug and shuffle your books in your arms to grab your buzzing phone from your pocket.

“Harry wanted to, but I convinced him a raging college party would be good enough for his birthday celebration,” you explain.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they held a party next weekend with some Valentine’s Day theme honestly,” Kate jokes.

You roll your eyes, “they did last year, Quinn told me and I questioned Harry all about it. It was like one of those green yellow red parties or something,”

“I think I remember hearing about that actually,” she says.

“I’ll meet you in a bit,” you wave as she gets to her room and you get towards yours in order to get yourself together for tonight’s party.

Harry’s birthday was tomorrow, but him and the boys decided on throwing the big party tonight instead. But Harry still had big plans tomorrow too. Some frat house tradition of getting day drunk and playing golf you believe. While you planned to stay inside and study your ass off again - there was no way you were going to fail this quiz just cause it was your boyfriends birthday.

Tonight was about Harry, so you dressed in a cropped black hoodie and jeans while keeping your hair in a sort of messy pony tail and touching up your makeup to finish getting ready. There was no need to be that girlfriend who wanted to outshine her boyfriend on his birthday. Plus that really wasn’t just who you were in the slightest but. You’ve literally wore sweatpants while the guys threw a party before. Jess shows up about half way through you getting ready, out of breath from running home from class while the sun starts to set. Kate and Liv arrive soon after all dolled up with a bottle of wine to pass around till Jess is ready to go too.

“God I’m getting flashbacks,” you grumble in the backseat of the Uber. Jess turns to you from where she sits in the front seat and smiles.

“First party of the year, the one that we dragged you to and it changed your whole life?” She questions in a taunting voice.

“Yeah, that one,” you reply, fighting off a smile while narrowing your eyes at her.

“You’re welcome,” she sings before turning back around to face the front.

“I really wouldn’t have guessed that would be how that party turned out, I mean Harry literally had to like carry you out of the house,” Liv exclaims.

“And now he carries me to his bedroom,” you shrug.

All the girls scream and laugh at your words while you sit there and smirk. Suppose your kinda glad the universe worked how it did or whatever. You really do believe Harry’s that guy who’s going to change your whole world - as if he hasn’t already. You’ve fallen in love with him this year and it was all because of that night you bitched and complained while the girls took you to some frat party.

When you all arrive and walk into the frat house it’s already pretty packed. You don’t have a doubt in your mind that word spread about Harry Styles’s birthday party and this one would be one for the books. You and the girls walk together to the kitchen, earning stares as you get through the house - suppose you girls were known for being around the frat guys at these things now. Another thing you would’ve never guessed when you first walked into this house all those months ago.

You spot Harry playing a game of beer pong. A smile is on your lips as you tuck yourself into his side and kiss his cheek as he waits for his partner to take the first shot. Then he takes his and sinks it, earning a cheer from people watching of course.

Harry turns and holds you in his arms, “ma good luck charm s’ere,” he muses. It’s obvious to you that he’s already pretty buzzed. You roll your eyes at him and simply chuckle at how cheesy he is.

“I’m going to get a drink, chat and stuff,” you tell him. Harry only nods and smiles before kissing your lips.

After you’ve reached up on your tip goes and pour yourself a drink, you stand around with the girls and a few of the guys too and just talk about anything really. Then about an hour or maybe two - you’ve had about double that in drinks already - you’re sitting on the arm of the couch in the living room and grinning like an idiot. Harry and the boys are singing at the top of their lungs to, you’d never guess it, but it’s that old 500 miles song your dad used to listen to. God it’s hilarious.

“And I would walk 500 miles!” Harry shouts and dances around with the crowd that’s formed. Then he’s wobbling over towards you, causing you to reach out and grab his arms before he falls on his face.

“You’re pretty drunk,” you comment with a smile as Harry stands close to you.

He meets your eyes, his squinting but there’s no missing the drunk glassy look in his. “Proper pissed, yeah,” he nods, his accent in full glory - that’s how you know he’s really drunk and you freaking loved it.

Then he’s smashing him lips onto your so fast you nearly knock teeth. Give it a second and you two are full on making out in a crowded room of people. The feeling of his fingertips on your skin, his tongue clashing with yours, it sobers you up a little honestly. You finally lean back and meet his gaze, he’s got a smirk on his lips and a look in his eyes that only sends a chill down your spine. It’s then that you see Brandon waving his arms at you just over Harry’s shoulder as he stood by the kitchen doorway.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry and peck his lips, “need a drink,” you add for good measure. And then you run off before he can stop you or tag along.

The boys thought it was best if you held the cake out on the back patio for Harry to blow out his candles and all that. The thought of being the actually centre of attention gave you butterflies, but you agreed. Suppose it was their way of thinking it wouldn’t start a food fight. So you teetered on your feet with the cake in both your hands while one of the guys cut off the music and ushered Harry and everyone outside.

“Happy Birthday to you,” you start out the singing and are soon drowned out by everyone else as Harry walks towards you.

He’s looking around at the crowd of people, some you assumed he had no idea who they were, before he meets your gaze and stops in front of you. He grins as the singing comes to an end and everyone cheers. Harry blows out the few candles before leaning forwards and kissing you. Queue more cheers. 

You lean back, blushing, and pluck off the candles slowly as the music starts up again. “So what did you wish for?” you ask. 

“No need for a wish, got it all already,” he smiles. 

“You’re so damn cheesy,” you chuckle while scooping up a chunk of the cake and mushing it onto his cheek. Harry’s mouth gaps open in shock while the people still around you gasp, cheer, and laugh at the scene before them. There’s a mischievous look in Harry’s eyes, and you barely have time to run off the porch before Harry has the cake in his hands and starts chasing after you. 

Harry’s arm wraps around your waist while you let out a screech, turing into a dramatic gasp as a handful of cake is dragged down your face. You turn around in Harry’s arms and look at his face, illuminated by the lights on the back porch, cake and frosting on his cheek and love in his eyes - or maybe it was your buzz and the excitement playing tricks on you. Could Harry be in love with you? As you think this, Harry leans forward and you think he’s about to kiss you but instead he licks the frosting off your face. 

“Ew,” you say and wiggle out of his arms. But then you grab the cake from him and shove the entire thing in his face. That’s when you realize some people are still watching you two, oo’s and ah’s coming from the small crowd. 

“Shit, Harry, she got you good,” Eddy says loudly as you start jogging away from Harry - you needed to get away from him before he got his payback again. 

As you step up on the porch again, standing just slightly behind Eddy for protection, Harry wipes the cake from his eyes and down his face before shaking the pieces off his hands and lifting on hand up to give you the finger. You just let out a laugh and pucker your lips at him. 

“Happy Birthday baby,” you sing before turning on your heels and walking into the kitchen. 

“What the hell happened out there?” Kate chuckles as you reach the sink and open the drawer beside it to grab a clean washcloth before wetting it. 

“Cake fight,” you shrug and smile. After you wipe your face off, you rinse the cloth again and walk over to where Harry had just enter the house in a hit of laughter with Eddy and some other guys. 

“You’re evil when ya wanna be, huh?” Harry questions, raising a brow while giving you a smirk. 

You return the smirk and shrug a shoulder, “maybe,” you say. Then you wipe his face free of cake while the other boys start to set up a game of beer pong. After you get just about all the cake off, you lean forward and lick off some frosting just by his mouth - then kissing him afterwards. 

The kissing only stops because someone calls out Harry’s name, so with one last kiss Harry gets back to his friends and you get back to yours. At some point later you end up sitting on the kitchen counter, while Harry is standing between your legs slouched back enough for you to wrap an arm around him loosely. The nights turns into early morning and you kiss Harry’s cheek before getting him to turn around and help you off the counter gently. 

“You can stay up,” you yawn. 

“Yeah?” Harry questions, hands on your waist as he pushes you back against the counter. As you look up into his eyes and see the dark lustful look in them you know he has a better idea than letting you go to bed alone. And as you follow him hand in hand to his bedroom, you’re suddenly not tired anymore.

--

You’re both panting, laying on your backs while staring up at the ceiling after yet another orgasm ripples through the both of you. 

Harry’s birthday party had gone on through till daylight. After some damn good sex, Harry had gone back out and partied with his frat brothers. And for some reason he thought five hours of sleep was enough for him before he woke you up with his hard on pressed against your bum. And now, two rounds later, it’s almost 11 in the morning and the day had to get going. 

“This has probably been the best birthday already,” Harry hums as he turns on his side and throws an arm over you. 

“And the day’s still young,” you smile.

“Too bad I have actually responsibilities today,” he sighs. 

“Your professor understands it’s a Saturday and that it’s your birthday right?”

“Yup, he’s old and could care less it seems,” he states before a yawn escapes his mouth.

You pout and snuggle closer to Harry, “to be fair, I have to cram study anyways,” you exclaim. 

“So dinner? I can pick up something on my way home and then the best birthday will continue,” Harry suggests and presses a kiss to your forehead before he sits up and stretches. 

“How are you not hungover?” you question, following his suit and getting up from bed now too. 

Harry leads the way to the bathroom and starts a shower for you two. It’s innocent, just a normal shower shared between you two getting clean before your day starts. Well, your day consisted of sitting around and studying but whatever. 

“I just drank water after I left you last night,” he exclaims. 

“Wow, a changed man?” you tease him after turning off the water and grabbing the towel he hands you. 

Harry just rolls his eyes as you both head into his closet. Of course after you get dressed, you and Harry make out on his bed for a while before he’s running late and has to rush out of the house in order to get to his meeting in time. That’s when you get your plan into gear and text Jess. 

Victoria’s Secret bag under my bed behind a stack of textbooks!!

Jess arrives only 30 minutes later with the bag in hand, letting herself into Harry’s room to see you in a mess upon his bed with your studying notes and such. Jess sighs and sets down the bag beside you before taking a seat on the end of the bed. 

“Eddy saw me in the foyer and thought the bag was for him from me,” she exclaims. You chuckle and shake your head while setting your notebook down in front of you. “So show me what you got!” she smiles and waves her hand at the bag. 

“It’s just a little something,” you blush and pulling the lingerie from the bag. 

It was black lace, completely lace, with some floral detailing around the bust and it flares out like a babydoll style. It’s simple but sexy and you got a black thong to match too. Jess raises a brow and smirks.

“It’s definitely little, that’s for sure,” she teases. 

“Okay, enough from you,” you say jokingly and put the lingerie back into the bag. 

“I should get going now, I have a bunch of homework too,” she sighs. 

“Yeah I feel you, I work tomorrow so today’s really the only time I have to study,” you explain with a matching sigh. 

“Well, enjoy your night and fuck him good,” 

You grab a pillow from behind you and throw it at Jess as she gets up and runs out of the room. Then you’re left to study the rest of the day away. It’s about two hours later when Harry texts you. Reading over it, you frown at your screen and bring the blanket closer to your chest as a chill runs through your body - this lace lingerie really wasn’t a whole lot of material.

Things are dragging along here, sorry babe.. Order something in and I’ll be back as soon as I can okay?

okay :)

You had added the smiley face in order to not make him feel too upset about leaving you at his house longer than planned. You know he would rather be here with you in this sexy lingerie he has no idea about than with his weird old professor. So you just lay back in the bed and set up your phone with Netflix playing. Suppose you’d waste time watching Brooklyn Nine Nine till your boyfriend came home and surprise him with this new lingerie you bought for him.

“Baby,” you hear Harry’s voice cooing you, “hey, little bird, wake up,” he continues in a soft sweet tone. You let out a small whimper while stretching out across the bed. You hear Harry chuckle softly while he runs a hand up and down your arm. Then as goosebumps rise on your skin, you remember why you’d laying in bed to begin with. 

“I’m up, I’m up,” you say frantically while sitting upright. You look down and fix the lingerie you had bought last week to surprise Harry with tonight. Suppose he’s still surprised though. 

Harry lets out another chuckle as you glance back to where he stood beside the bed. A pout immediately forms on your lips as you realize how badly you had messed this up. The one birthday present you knew he’d like, and you had managed to fall asleep before he could get it. You close your eyes and lean back into the headboard. 

“Just give me like, one minute and I’ll be fully awake and ready to give you your present,” you mumble out while tucking your legs up towards your body. 

“No, no,” Harry sighs and you hear him move around a bit. Sounds of his belt coming off, followed by a small grunt as he struggles to remove his jeans - you peek through one eye and see him stumble around the bed it’s obvious he must be a bit tipsy at least. A part of you wants to question where he’s been, getting drunk while you feel asleep alone in his bed waiting up for him. But it’s his birthday and you’re just too tired to start arguing right now. “We don’t need to have sex, it’s fine, we always have sex,” he exclaims as he pulls at the blankets and covers you both up. 

“We do,” you nod, a yawn surprising you as it escapes your lips. “But tonight was going to be birthday sex,” you pout again. 

Harry chuckles, “baby, we had sex this morning,” he states. 

“I know, but I bought this whole get up and like got into it and everything for you,” you continue to explain with the pout on your lips. Harry grunts again as he pulls your body down so your head rests on the pillow right beside him. You smile as you look at his face - eyes closed and a lopsided smile on his lips. 

“Y’can wear it some other time,” he suggests. 

“Okay, fine,” you sigh. 

You snuggle into him, he brings his arms around you and holds you close as his breathing evens out. A few moments pass in silence. You’re focused on his heartbeat and the sound of someone walking in the room above you. Biting down on your bottom lip, you feel Harry toying with the string of your panties. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna?” you ask, propping yourself up on Harry’s chest to look at his face. He smiles as you yawn again. All that homework today really did kill you. 

Harry takes a moment to respond as his eyes hold onto yours. They soften as you lay your chin down on your hands linked together on his chest. Harry chews on the inside of his lip, you can tell by the way his bottom lip screw up a little bit. You loved the way he looked while so lazily gazing into your eyes. As your lips curl up into a smile, you blink away your sleepy daze and are about to lean forward to kiss Harry when he breathes out three little words. 

“I love you,” he says softly. 

Your eyes widen while your lips part, your body had chills that you really couldn’t even explain it. He had really just said that, aloud, to you. Wow. Then in your state of shock, you see Harry’s facial expression drop. You’ve taken too long stuck in your own head that you scared the damn guy. So you lift your head up again, bringing one hand to touch his fluffy hair that touches by his shoulders.

“I love you too,” you smile.

Harry leans forward to meet you half way and kiss you. It’s just as amazing as any other kiss between you two but this one has the three words attached to them this time. He loved you. You smile as the kiss breaks and you stare into his eyes again. 

“M’sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” he mumbles before yawning. 

“It’s okay, you can tell me all about your meeting with your professor tomorrow, now I’m tired,�� you say and snuggle back into his side.

“Yeah,” Harry sighs and his breathing evens out as you shut your eyes. “I love you,” Harry says again and in your half asleep state you smile. 

“I love you too,” you repeat. 

It wasn’t even your birthday, and this was most definitely the most birthday ever.

[no-ur-spam]

001 | custodial matters

A/N: Hi! I’m trash and I can’t come up with my own ideas so I figured I’d use other people’s concepts and make them into stories. I might oneshot some of them or I might turn them into way too long sagas, all depends on my mood. This based off of a concept by @lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks which you can find HERE. Hope you enjoy! I’d appreciate comments but tbh no one will probably read these so I’ll get lit by myself rereading these when I’m thirty and lonely.

(and lol I spell-check but I don’t really proofread so bear with me)

“Well… don’t mind if I do!” a woman’s slurred voice paired itself with the sound of the opening door. She leaned her body against the frame and casually took in her surroundings. The room was warmly lit with a gentle afterglow that was probably more from the vodka than anything else. She ignored the man staring at her in astonishment, not having the motivation to greet him yet. Anna, you’re being impolite, she admonished herself, but then quickly retracted her statement with a scoff. The door appeared in her living room. The door interrupted her blissful drunken Sunday evening. If anything, the door should be compensating her for her time. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her blurred vision. While she allocated Sunday as her day of inebriated nirvana, sometimes it wasn’t enough to sate her utter loathing for the world. Her bloodshot eyes and subpar vision were a result of too many nights reading while intoxicated. As a result, she failed to notice the two horns protruding from the man’s head. To be honest, she hadn’t noticed the wings or the tail either. The man stood up slowly and moved as if to approach her, but thought better of it. He motioned to the empty seats positioned around a low wooden coffee table. Anna repeated herself as she plopped into the proffered seat, “Well… don’t mind if I do.”

The man’s voice was warm and inquisitive, obviously he didn’t see this drunken and spongy woman as a threat. If squeezed, her alcohol saturated body would’ve definitely deflated. The man concealed a smile with the back of his refined hand. Besides, this would save him the trouble of finding a suitable host for his child. Her magical aura seemed strong enough to withstand the burden of producing a hybrid child. She might even survive the birthing process. He smiled wickedly, he would make this woman his, manipulate her into bearing his child, and then rip the newborn out from her arms and watch her drown herself in her misery. If her alcohol consumption was any indication, this woman would definitely drink herself into numbness and eventually wither away. His smiled widened as he contemplated the ways she would despair. Wait… I don’t actually care, he thought to himself as he cupped her cheek tenderly. He admired the softness of her skin and the euphoric look in her eyes before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. No response. He knew she was conscious. She blinked, breathed, and shifted her body at random intervals. Perhaps she couldn’t comprehend her situation. He sighed, almost pitying her utter ignorance. He kissed her again, more passionately than before and wound his fingers through her hair. This time, she tilted her face upwards and pressed her mouth into his. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss before finally releasing her from his captivating touch. Of course this simpleminded woman would be no match for the demon king, he praised himself, not like it mattered in the end.

Demons were laid-back and naturally lazy folk. With their immense magical power and their enhanced physical capabilities, they felt no need to dominate neither the human nor the supernatural worlds. They remained in their vast underground paradise and ruled with law and intelligence. Physical fighting was tedious and since their race rarely came into contact with one another, the laws from centuries ago still readily applied. Despite his avid interest in magical research, the demon king Lucifer was no exception. Wanting to devote the rest of his life to his studies, but unable to find a replacement demon king, he resolved himself to producing a child. He would use human parenting methods to convince the child to become an upstanding member of society and take over the administrative work of managing the demon world. Then, he could retire, enjoy the patronage of the demon king and research in peace.

He allowed his summoning circle to determine their landing location. He only needed to find a woman with adequate magical power, not one of specific socioeconomic status or special physical appearance. Frankly, Lucifer couldn’t understand the human world’s standards of beauty. The constant manipulation of natural appearances defied his innate lack of extrinsic motivation. And since this woman had walked into his own home, he also needn’t bother himself with the pesky entrance ritual. Demons tended to stay away from the human world because of the restrictions from ancient times. In the days of religious fervor and satanic lust, the protectors of humanity (perhaps they were called saints or gods… who cares to remember) cast a safeguard that repelled demons from entering anything belonging to a human unless they received permission to do so. Negotiating and basic social skills were too much of a hassle for the demons, and their natural lassitude prevented demon invasion just as effectively in modern times. This woman entered his place of residence, effectively bypassing the need for the antiquated protection charm. His slipshod plan progressed quite nicely. If he cared enough to be surprised or pleased, he might have expressed it at that moment.

She knew the man kissed her; she was painfully aware of how pleasant his warm lips felt against her alcohol stained lips. Then again, alcohol and kisses always tasted delightful together. Usually kisses couldn’t stand without the astringent bite of vodka. She considered herself somewhat of a connoisseur. The unsweetened Hemingway daiquiri is paired best with the sweet kiss of a thought-provoking lover while the Moscow mule served as the best complement to ginger flavored goodbyes. What currently coated her tongue wasn’t unpalatable. In fact, it tasted like opportunity.

“What’re you doing?” she asked abruptly as the man attempted to put a gumball sized sphere inside her mouth. He seemed taken aback at the sudden lucidity of her remark. She smirked, “Did you really think I was that drunk?”

He sighed tiredly, “I have prepared remarks since explaining would be extremely bothersome.” He handed her a sheet of paper with only a few lines of writing.

“One, my name is Lucifer and I am the king of demons. Two, I am looking to relinquish my current position, but need an heir to do so. Three, since demon women find the position of queen or queen mother troublesome, I needed to find a human woman. Four, you will be the host for the child. Five, it will be like a normal human pregnancy and I will claim the child when it is born. Six, I will grant one wish in return for this service,” she read out loud. Hehe, this must be my lucky day!

“So? I’ve distilled the child producing spell into this sphere and all you need to do is swallow it. Then, just do whatever you do for nine months and I’ll be back for the child,” Lucifer flicked his tail impatiently.

“Oh? And earlier you were going to place your child inside of me without telling me of these terms? I think that violates one of those breaking and entering rules that the demons fellow?” Anna’s knowledge of demons was a bit rusty, but she wasn’t going to let him know.  This was her time to turn her lousy situation into profit. When there were things to be gained, she never allowed herself to be complacent.

Lucifer eyed her suspiciously, but decided it would be troublesome to find another woman. She didn’t seem taken aback by his character reveal. Perhaps demons had become mainstream in the human world? He hadn’t heard of any demons venturing outside, but then again he hardly paid attention. “Umm, I guess so? But since you’re cogent, we can probably get on with it. What do you want in exchange?” Anna positioned herself more comfortably in her seat, all signs of drunkenness gone. The change in demeanor made Lucifer anxious and he flicked his tail nervously. Humans generally wanted immense wealth or tried to ask for infinite wishes. Some attempted to gain magical powers or enslave him. He eliminated most of the troublesome ones. The immense wealth wishes he could easily grant while he refused the infinite wishes one. On a whim, he had granted some magical powers, but he rarely gifted any useful ones. Since he didn’t want to find another host, he would most likely grant her whatever she wanted. He could always deal with her later.

Anna cleared her throat and pulled out her cellphone. Pulling up a document from her cloud, she showed it to the demon king. He peered at it curiously, and read the first line: “In the event of a demon encounter…”

This time, it was her turn to smile wickedly.

“What’re you looking so surprised for? I gotta be prepared for everything, I’m a fucking contract lawyer.”

Read: Chapter 2

[franeridart]

If children inherit one of their parents' quirks, or a combination of the two, what do you think Bakugou's parents' quirks are? Also what do you think Izuku would have gotten if his power manifested like usual(his father breathes fire and his mother has minor telekinesis)?

Actually anon!!!!! We know Mitsuki and Masaru’s quirks! Mitsuki can sweat glycerine (no explosions) and Masaru has oxidizing sweat (can make small explosions) so when combined you got Bakugou’s nitroglycerine sweat! I find it super neat tbh I was really happy when I found out about it (...also because I kinda headcanoned Bakugou taking the explosions from his mild and lovable father and he did what a good)

As for Izuku tbh I don’t know? I never spent much time thinking about it, but if we exclude the possibilities of him having his mother or his father’s same quirks, the neatest combination would have probably been firebending I think - he could either produce his own fire (like his father does, that would be the strongest outcome I guess) and bend it through his mother’s magnetizing-type quirk, or he could bend already existing fire only, which is also pretty neat but not as self-sufficient and therefore a lil less strong... anyway it would have been hilarious tbh because if he’d had a fire quirk Todoroki Bakugou and he would have all been fire babies and that’s ???? amazing™

Anon said: You know, as funny and adorable was seeing Kiri cry because Tetsu's quirk is similar to his, the new chapters that revealed his insecurities made it more sad, because the Sport Festival is for gaining popularity and attention, and Kirishima already thought his quirk was not flashy, then he meets another student who has a quirk similar to his. It must have been really devastating to his self-esteem

I’m gonna be honest anon, I’ve been keeping track of Kiri’s self-esteem issues since he first mentioned disliking his quirk before the USJ attack so anything that’s happened after it in that sense hasn’t really been a surprise for me? I’ve been hoping Horikoshi would properly address it like he did in the lastest chapters for ages - seeing him honestly upset about Tetsu having his same quirk made me go aw baby the first time I read it in the manga too, so when I saw it happen again in the anime I did still find it kinda sad BUT ALSO it does make you think about how much he grew into himself!! How much better he got with his confidence and how much he tries and works hard oh my god I love that child

Also!!! The fact that even though at first he had that reaction to Tetsu they still ended up being seriously good friends and gunning for each other and having the healthiest rivalry ever is!!!! So good!!!! He could have held a grudge against him forever but instead!!!!! Oh man!!!!!

(... what actually made me sad because I’m weak and a baby is Kaminari going “aw man I’m not good at those” when they announced the second round, like, god save me how many times has this boy been left out of children games through his childhood because his quirk is incompatible with teamwork I want to  c r y)

Anon said:Personally, I cant wait for the part where Kirishima and Tetsutetsu sparkle together while (lovingly) staring at each other and becoming (boy)friends

I WILL die when that happens anon, n g l Kiri and Tetsu’s relationship makes me stupidly happy they’re way too good ahhhhhhhh!!!!

Anon said:Baku: "DONT DECLARE WAR TO THE WRONG PERSON!!!" Deku: HERE COME DAT BOI O SHIT WADDUP??? I love my son

ANON I know you’re pretty hype about how amazing Deku is and he IS and I’m glad he’s getting the recognition he deserves, but Baku and his various complexes and the way he’s treated make me so damn sad in this arc??? Seeing him like that again when the manga has him in such a healthier place hurts me rip

Anon said:if you can hype over the smallest things then i can too right anyways did you notice kaminari saying bakugou's name yass (what no i don't love this pairing at all hah a h)

Every time Bakugou and Kaminari acknowledge each other I die anon I 100% feel you on this that’s a perfectly acceptable reasons to be hype bakunari is a good and I cried

Anon said:I only just realized the new bnha episode was set to come out on my birthday?? BUT HONESTLY WHAT A BLESSING! Hiryuu trying to get everyone to work together in the beginning?? Amazing. (i blame my love for him on you) and then kirishima running away crying,after finding out tetsu's quirk? I'M cryin, my bois, my bros ugh. Ojiro smashing robots with his tail, what a blessing. Aizawa's commentary and Toshi's proud face when deku won!!! Everything. Just everything about it. Oqjdfiwk hbd 2 me

HBD TO YOU INDEED I hope you had a good day in general too, anon!!! And I’m also glad I could make you love my boy Hiryuu he deserves to be noticed dragon child too good I want a manga about him

Anon said:Cheese sticks are made of mozzarella cheese!

*gently holds your face* anon, I know you mean well and it’s not your fault, but mozzarella’s not what you American people think it is 

Anon said:I used to think bokuroo was a cute ship but not that into it but I think your art converted me. I literally can't stop shipping them now

That’s!!!!!!!!!!!! Super good to know!!!!! Ship those healthy babies!!!

Anon said:Okay, but have you realised Servamp is back tomorrow?? I'm sooooooo happy

The real question here is when is it gonna be translated and by whom??? Following that manga is hard on me pls gimme the chapter already good side of the internet

Anon said:Come to think of it, I've never thought about this before but it was brought to my attention and I thought I'd ask because it's always better to be sure, but what are your pronouns?

She/her! But seriously don’t worry about it, it’s not gonna upset me if you get it wrong or forget or mix it up~

[morganbelarus]

‘Vanderpump Rules’ Recap: It’s Not About The Pasta

I’ll be real with you guys, I don’t have a fun or clever way to segue into this week’s episode, so I’ll just dive right in.

Actually no, let’s not dive in. I'm re-watching the tail end of last episode, and Jax is seriously the worst. Watching him gaslight Brittany again is making me homicidal. It makes me so sad and angry that Brittany is staying with him. Like, I understand that money might be tempting, but is it worth it for your mental health? *Googles how much these people make per episode*

We open this episode with Stassi at SUR picking out some outfits for the Pride Parade party, so I guess Bravo is still pretending that Stassi is a legit event planner. Do you think you can put "fake event planner, Bravo TV" on your resume?

Lisa: I need all the hands I can get during Pride, even Stassi’s grubby little mitts.

Unpopular opinion: I’m not sure how much I love Lisa anymore. She just finds any reason to be a bitch to people two decades younger than her. Why don't you pick on someone your own age? Isn't that what you have for?

Oh, Peter is into essential oils and Reiki? He just used the phrase “I have all my chakras aligned” in earnest? I have never lost my attraction to a person so fast, not even when they tell me they’re from New Jersey. For the inevitable commenter who asks, “I’m from Jersey, what’s your beef with my state?” may I kindly direct you to my previous recaps?

Why do I feel like Jax is going to scam on this Reiki healer in like, two episodes’ time?

I want the record to show I typed that before Sandoval said it. Thank you, thank you, that’s why they pay me the big bucks to write these recaps. Aka I get paid zero extra money for doing them; I just do it for the love of the game.

All the girls are getting Botox together. My friends and I just go to brunch, but okay. 

Scheana is still sticking to the “My boyfriend couldn’t have kissed another girl, he doesn’t even make out with me” as a good argument. Honey, no. That's not a good argument! That just means he isn’t into you.

Scheana: Can we just like stop talking about this and never speak of it again?

Everyone:

Stassi, Katie, Brittany and Kristen are at some cinema low-key trying to hook Brittany up with the waiter. They may be crazy bitches, but they’re good friends. But tbh I bet Jax is going to like, mentally fuck Brittany back to 1993 when he watches this exchange play out on camera and use it as retroactive justification for his cheating. Somebody please go check on Brittany and make sure she's okay.

Meanwhile, James and Lala are at some restaurant that apparently sells Welch’s grape soda and gin. Snoop Dogg would be disgraced.

James: I’ve been trying to cut down the drinking

Also James: To getting drunk! *takes two huge shots in 20 seconds*

Also ALSO James: I could easily stop drinking at any time.

Hmm where have I heard that before? Oh right, 8th grade health class and every episode of ever. 

Wait so Lala tells James that she ate Raquel’s pasta and now James is going full psycho like “Don’t fuck with my bitch, or I’ll fuck with your fat man and he’ll be onto his next pretty blonde.”

Lala is calmly trying to explain the joke about the pasta (which for the record I don't think was funny to begin with so really this is all Lala’s fault) and it does not go well. Lala stands up for herself and storms out, and I don’t think James even remembers what he said to make her so mad a full two seconds ago. This is so fucking dumb. Is it about the pasta? Or is it not? SOMEBODY HELP ME!

James: It’s not about the pasta! *turns away* *two seconds later* It’s not about the pasta! *turns away* *two seconds later* It’s not about the pasta!

And rinse and repeat for an hour until the screen fades to black and it says “Executive Producer Lisa Vanderpump.”

Just kidding, but I wish. *This joke has been brought to you by John Mulaney*

Back at SUR, Scheana confronts Ariana and Brittany to find out if Katie was talking shit about her. Oh my god, she’s so annoying. Just accept that other people are going to talk shit about you. Talking shit literally pays your bills.

Scheana: *brings up the Rob cheating rumors*

Scheana 2 seconds later: OMG CAN WE STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS ALREADY *storms out*

Sandoval and Schwartz show up to the wreckage that is to be Tom Tom, because according to Sandoval, they’re putting in less money into their investment so they’re going to compensate with sweat equity. I feel like a better idea would be for you to just like, not compromise the structural integrity of this building with your dumb asses.

Anyone who says Kristen is reformed and sane now needs to take every seat as she describes how she literally tracks Carter’s every move via GPS while everybody else in the room just lets her drone on about her NSA-esque surveillance tactics without acknowledging her in any way.

Schwartz stayed over at Sandoval's (a no-no) because he got too wasted (another no-no) and instead of starting a fight about it when he came home, Katie just let it go. Schwartz says “I feel like I fell in love with you all over again” because Katie lets him blow through her (very reasonable) boundaries with no consequences. God, I fucking hate men.

I don’t know why Lisa is volunteering to become Katie and Tom’s marriage counselor. “Not my circus, not my monkeys” - my favorite expression I found on the internet that I’d be employing the fuck out of in this situation.

Watching Kristen try to explain Pride is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. “We’re out here because love is love and to everyone who doesn’t think love is love, suck a dick.” Probs not the best turn of phrase to use in this context. I'm just saying.

Rob comes in to SUR and Scheana gives him the grand tour: “And here’s where I yelled at Brittany and Ariana, and here’s where I told everyone to stop talking about the rumors about you making out with someone.” But tell me more how you don't want to talk about it ever again.

Scheana: I lost my smile this week.

Funny coincidence, I lost my dinner just now.

At SUR, Stassi is telling the guys to put paint on their face. Sandoval is like “Oh hell yeah I’ve been practicing my contour for weeks now.”

Scheana hugs Lala and is 1) TALKING ABOUT THE RUMORS AGAIN *looks for something with which to fashion a noose out of* and 2) telling Lala Rob said “Don’t let anyone take your smile” which we all saw HER say. Scheana, what’s it like to live in another reality? Asking for a friend myself.

Okay but I’m not sure how I feel about Lala accusing Scheana of relapsing with her eating disorder, because like, that's a sensitive topic and you shouldn't just throw that around willy-nilly. And even if that is the case, IDK, I feel like there are certain lines you don't cross, even for TV. But what do I know, I guess I'm just old fashioned.

Billie Lee gets up in the middle of pride to give a speech about being trans, and holy shit, this girl is brave. I will be quietly monitoring her Instagram comments for any trolls. If you wanna come for Billie, you’re gonna have to go through me. …An anonymous internet writer. YEAH.

So James body slammed on Jax’s crotch and now he’s almost making out with Logan while Raquel watches in the corner, horrified. Just saying, I called this from episode one. I just want James to be his authentic self, ya know?

Watching James buy Logan vodka Red Bulls and kiss him on the cheek while Raquel texts by herself in a corner reminds me a lot of how I’d watch my boyfriend and my roommate interact when we'd go out to bars together. Yep, you all thought I’d make it one episode without mentioning that dumpster fire of a relationship, but nope. Take a drink.

Lisa pulls Scheana aside from her job in the middle of THE BUSIEST DAY OF THE YEAR (a fact that annoys me but I should be used to it by now) to ask her how she's doing. Scheana—you guessed it—brings up the "Rob making out with another girl" rumors. I'm just weeping to myself out of frustration at this point, for anyone at home who's wondering.

Lisa: Even if this relationship doesn’t work out, it’s not the end of the world.

Scheana: Well it’s gonna work out because we’re meant to be together.

It must be exhausting being this delusional.

Scheana is definitely your friend who’s never been single and doesn’t know how to be. Scheana is Taylor Swift. Actually, that's a pretty good think piece title. Coming soon to Betches. Someone comes up to Scheana and Rob and is like “What’s up?” and Scheana is like, “I got my smile back!!!” I’m so over this. I don't ever wanna hear Scheana talk about her smile again, and if that means she never smiles, so be it.

Katie and Brittany come over to Brittany and Jax’s apartment. But first off, I am kind of weirded out by Kristen constantly saying Brittany is the best thing to happen to their group. Like, IDK, she just stans way too hard for these peripheral people, like Patrick. It's just weird.

Brittany's mom flew in to LA to surprise Brittany, and I just want to take the time to dissect Jax's facial expression after learning that Sherry is in his apartment.

Okay, so I may not have captured it that well in this screenshot, but in the previews before the commercials, Jax was making this surprised face but if you looked closely (or are a psycho like me, hard to tell), he kind of looks a little bemused by the situation. Anyone? Or just me? 

You all can debate the intricacies of Jax's facial expression in the comments. Or not. Whatever. But somebody answer this? WAS IT ABOUT THE PASTA? 

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