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nanamistie · 7 months

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Having your revenge over hq boys who made you feel horrible.

Wearings: suggestive, smut, fluff if you squint, angst from previous fic.

(Also, please read first part, you can find it right here.)

Oikawa Tooru

The girl he chose, over you, left him. So of course, like a hurt dog, he came running back to you. He had a spare key to your shared apartment, so he proceeded to unlock the door and come search for you, only to find you like this with his best friend.

You sat on top of Iwaizumi, on his lap, in a beautiful red lace lingerie that your ex boyfriend, Oikawa, just bought for you. Both of you shared a passionate make out session, his hands traveling down your body, that now, Oikawa couldn’t touch anymore.

His face dropped. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, but Iwaizumi did, so he started to kiss your neck, while keeping eye contact with Oikawa. He pulled such beautiful moans from you, just by kissing you, like Oikawa never heard before. Oikawa's face got red, he was so ashamed of himself, so he quickly left.

You hear the door to your apartment shut, you jolt at the sound. “What was that?” you asked him. “Nothing princess, don’t worry that pretty little head of yours”.

Atsumu Miya

The next day, he felt your side of the bed cold. So he decided to look for you. You weren’t in the house, so the only thought he had was to call his twin brother. “Dude, have you seen y/n?” seen? oh, he did more than just see you. “Yeah, i’ve seen her, she crashed at my place this morning”. Atsumu sighed, now relieved that he knew you were safe. “Good, good. Is she okay?”

Osamu looks down at you, and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Dude, if you were worried about her, you at least could’ve called her earlier.”. “I know, I was such an idiot, I should never have done that to her, I’m just scared it’s too late.” Osamu chuckles. “It is pretty late.”

“I know, can I at least talk to her, please?” he wanted to make up things with you, but little did he know that you already moved on.

“She would’ve talked to you, but her mouth is busy doing something else, right babygirl?” He looks down at you, admiring you for crying of pleasure instead of crying after his stupid brother.

Kuroo Tetsuro

A few days later, he walked on the alley in front of your house, only to stop when he saw a car parked next to it.

The car was shaking and the windows were steamed up, you could barely see what's going on in the car, but I'm pretty sure your ex boyfriend Kuroo wouldn’t like to see who’s in that car.

“Tsuki, please, somebody could see us. W-What if Kuroo comes back?” he laughed and picked up the pace “Then he better watch and learn! I bet he never made you feel like this.”

Kuroo didn’t move a single muscle, he thought of what could happen, but he wished it wasn’t true. But the moment Tsukishima got out of the car, with wet hair and wrinkled clothes, it was clear as day that he was right. “Hi Kuroo, don’t mind us, we're leaving right now.” Tsukishima said, smirking , while getting in the car.

Bokuto Koutarou

You didn’t have anywhere to go, you couldn’t move from you and your boyfriend’s place, so you stayed in the guest room. You called Akaashi, your friend, to come and comfort you.

When he arrived, Bokuto saw him but didn’t greet him. Akaashi went straight to your room, and Bokuto was wondering why you would need him. He thought about everything, pure jealousy came from him, but he was never expecting this.

He went after some time by your door and heard loud whimpers and some wet sounds. ‘THAT’S IT, I'M GOING IN‘ he thought and just like that he opened the door just to see you like this. You were on Akaashi's lap, his legs were opening yours wider, his fingers were deep inside you, and your head was thrown back on his shoulder.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU ARE LITERALLY CHEATING ON ME!!”. You rose your head to see his furious state. You wanted to say something, but Akaashi quickly interrupted you “No,she’s not, you don’t “really” love her so she’s not going to be in a relationship with you.” You looked up at him, he loved you, not Bokuto.

Bokuto quickly stormed off, shutting the door with force. “See baby? It’s not that hard to be loved, now is it?" Akaashi said, quickening his pace.

Osamu Miya

How could you hate that kitchen so much but also love it at the same time? Well, I kinda understand why when Atsumu has you sitting on the counter, with his face between your legs. "Come on, gorgeous, let me take out that stress from you" he says before planting his face in there. Your sounds were echoing in the room.

Out of nowhere, Atsumu's phone started ringing-it was his brother. He pulled his face back and answered. "What's up?" Osamu sighs "It's y/n,she did me such a great surprise, she tried cooking for me and burned the whole thing. She almost burned the whole kitchen!"

You hear that, and your face quickly turns red and tears appear in your eyes. He stops, sits up, and cups your face and kisses your forehead. "It's ok." He whispers. "Really?" He says to his brother "She really did that?" he said in an ignorant tone.

"Yeah! I can't believe she could screw up such a simple food." Atsumu was so pissed by what his brother said. "Well, I know two things, Osamu. One: Y/n wanted to do something good for you,and that shows how good of a girlfriend she is." you smile.

He bends down again to the level of your thighs "And two: I'm eating something from y/n right now and you know what, this is the best meal I could ever have" Osamus eyebrows frown "What did she cook?"

Atsumu smirks "Oh I'm not talking about food". And just like that, he hangs up the phone and goes back to showing you how much he loves you.

Iwazumi

Oikawa has been your best friend for a long time, so of course he heard the news pretty quickly. He had a crush on you since forever, that's why he was happy when he heard you two broke up, but he was pretty upset because he hated seeing you like this.

You came by his house and settled in his arms while pouring out your heart to him. He listens to you, he actually does, because unlike others, he actually likes when you're talking about yourself and how you're feeling.

After he comforts you, you look at him with fresh, cried eyes, with mascara running on your cheeks, and a cute pout. "Thank you Oikawa, you've always been here for me, you've always helped me." you hugged him. "Of course, it's the least i can do"

He crashes his lips on yours. Your eyes widen,but you don't pull back.

He brings his hands down on your hips. You melt in his touch." 'Kawa,what are you doing?" He smirks. "This."

He pushes his fingers in, and like an instinct you quickly cover your mouth with your palm. "No, no, don't hide those pretty sounds of yours, I want to hear you, I love listening to you." You take off your hand,and let him hear how good he makes you feel. He pulls out his phone and starts recording. "Now, let's see if Iwachan likes to hear you, too!"

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Hey guys! I'll do another part two, with comfort, so, stay tuned, I am listening to all of you and I will do everything (let's not cross the line tho) you ask me! Love you!! 💕 💕

#haikyuu angst #hq fluff #hq headcanons #haikyuu smut #hq boys #oikawa smut #iwazumi smut #bokuto smut #tsukishima smut #atsumu smut #osamu smut

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myobmaya · 2 years

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Kiss It Better

Billy Hargrove x Reader

TW: 18+ only. Cursing, couple arguing, straight plot to porn, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, choking, spitting, P in V sex, use of daddy

You and Billy are fighting. He’s a jealous prick and you’re a brat. Theoretically you guys could talk it out like a normal couple and call it a night. But that’d be too easy and Billy Hargrove is anything less of it.

To my mf soulmate @sunflowerharrington you know how much I adore you and our conversations. However you know what this is for. This is payback brat🐝❤️

thank you @sunshinemunchkin for prereading for me! you’re a doll💕

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He knows you’re mad.

The way you don’t say a word in the car speaks volumes. You refuse to look at him instead opting to watch the trees disappear the further he drives down the road. He reaches over and holds your hand. You snatch it away and cross your arms.

Yeah, you’re definitely pissed.

He didn’t mean to make you so upset. It’s not his fault Tommy L made his move on you and he happened to overhear it. It also doesn’t help with Tommy L has a really punchable face. The party was in full swing when the fight broke out and he figures it’s more than pumped up after his victory win after knocking Tommy out. Still, despite his win he knows he lost when he pulls up to the house and you still don’t say a word to him. You don’t wait for him to open your door like he’s grown accustom too. You make sure to hop out as soon as the car is in park and slam the car door with a loud bang. Billy follows hot on your heels right behind you telling you not to slam the door.

It’s only when you make it through the threshold of the house that you acknowledge Billy. Despite his annoyance at you for abusing the car door he feels relief when you turn and look at him. He gives you a small smile waiting for you to tell him why you’re so upset.

“You’re sleeping on the couch.”

The smile falls and he throws his hands up in the air. You don’t wait for him to ask why and make your way to the room to change. Knowing it’s no use in arguing with you tonight Billy shrugs off his jacket tossing it on the kitchen counter. He takes out a cigarette from his pocket and makes himself comfortable sitting on the couch. What a fucking night he thinks taking a drag out of the stick. The few drinks he had earlier in the night has worn off. I need a fucking beer he mumbles to himself.

The bedroom door opens and Billy looks up. You stand by the door wearing one of his shirt that stops right at your bare thighs. Billy takes his bottom lip in between his teeth and wonders if you’re wearing any panties. His eyes travel up your body and he meets your gaze that holds fire behind them. A ghost of a smirk hides on your lips and you roll your eyes at him reading his mind. Billy curses to himself seeing that knowing look. Yup, you’re definitely not wearing panties.

You don’t say a word as you spot the cigarette resting between his fingers. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Annoyance bubbles up. How many times do you have to tell him to stop smoking in the house.

Nothing is said until you reach the refrigerator getting a bottle of water. You’re not even thirsty. You just want an excuse to fuck with him.

“Babe, I know you’re pissed but would you grab me a beer?”

When he doesn’t hear you respond right away he thinks you’re being petty and aggravation begins to settle in. His head leans back and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath in of the cigarette. Be cool, Hargrove.

The refrigerator door slams shut rattling the items inside.

His eyes shoot open and the words are flying out before he can stop them.

“Quit slamming shit!”

You walk up to him with an open beer. His jaw is locked and you hear him audibly sign out his anger. He’s annoyed as much as you are right now. Good.

He allows you to take his cigarette and watches as you take a blow out of it. The way your lips wrap around it wishes he wasn’t in the dog house.

You hold the beer up in front of him. He reaches out to get it. His fingertips touch the bottle and you drop the cigarette inside of it. “Quit smoking in the fucking house, Hargrove.”

If he wasn’t so pissed his jaw would be dropped at your attitude right now. It wasn’t like you to be the childish one when you two fought. Billy was the one to go off the deep end while you were always the one to pull him back in and anchor him. But you were human as well and have your moments. Sometimes Billy needs to be the one to pull you back. He realizes this. He acknowledges this. But he was still a hot head that acted out on his emotions.

You walk away and go into the kitchen putting away the tainted beer bottle. Billy trails after you.

“If you’re expecting me to apologize for punching that prick you’re not going to get one.”

You don’t respond.

Dammit.

You begin washing up the dishes from this morning and Billy stands beside you. As much as he tells himself he doesn’t care if you’re mad he can’t just let you end the night on bad terms.

“What happened to us talking it out, huh? I’m trying here and you’re not giving me anything.” He needs something. Anything from you.

You run water over the soap suds on the coffee cup. “Billy, I only have two words for you and I’m sure you don’t want to hear them right now.”

Billy raises an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Oh, so it’s like that?

You get onto him all the time about not communicating how he feels and turn around and shut him out?

How is that fair?

His annoyance builds as he reaches over and turns the water off.

You simply pick up a dry rag and wrap your hands around it. Billy states you down and you throw is down making your way out of the kitchen.

“Say it then.”

You stop midway down the hallway. A mischievous smile creeps upon your face. You wipe it off ready to set him off. He makes his way over and you wait until he’s right behind you.

“Fuck you,” you shrug turning around. Billy hears you loud and clear and his hand is on your bicep.

He grabs your arms pulling you towards him. “What did you just say?” He’s angry at you but you’re not scared of him. He looks like he could snap at any moment but his grip on you never tightens. You smile sweet at him as if you’re giving him the biggest compliment.

“I said,” you take your arm from his grasp. “Fuck,” you step up to him touching his chest with yours, “you.”

You don’t turn away this time. You keep your head high as he glares down at you. You’re challenging him. He knows this and as much as he wants to bite back he doesn’t. He came to you wanting to talk it out but at the end of the day he was Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove thinks with his dick. And there’s something about the way you look when you have that pissed off look in your eye that makes him twitch in his jeans. Fuck it.

He grabs the back of your head and smashes your lips against his. There’s nothing romantic about it at all. It’s almost bruising with the amount of pressure you both apply but neither of you care. You open your mouth to breath but he takes the opportunity and swipes his tongue in. The perfect mix of cigarettes and Billy leave a moan to come out in return.

His fingers leave your hair and trail down your body igniting the fire in you. You press your hands against his chest and push him away. Both of you breath heavy and you grab his hand taking him to the bedroom. It’s only a few feet away but you both practically run to it.

You make it to the foot of the bed before he’s pushing you down. The bed bounces under you and Billy’s got you by your ankles flipping you onto your back. He hikes the shirt on your body up around your hips. Your naked core meets him and he falls to his knees. If he weren’t so desperate to have you a comment would already be made about how he knew you weren’t wearing them.

He knows you too well.

Billy bites back the remark he wants to say. Not because he’s being the bigger person. He just wants to stop the fight. And he really needs you on tongue.

He leans forward but you grab his hair in your hands stopping him. You prop yourself up on your elbow looking at his beautiful face in between your legs.

“Did I fucking say you could have my pussy?” Your tone is mean but the look in your eye tells him you’re anything but that. You tug on his hair and he lets out a hiss.

Billy feels himself tight in his jeans as he looks down at your core. He could almost feel himself watering wanting to taste you. Billy wasn’t a man that begged. He got what he wanted and never looked back. But as he looked up at you and the beautiful aura that surrounded you he knew he’d do anything to keep you happy.

He licks his lips and his voice drops. “Can I please taste you, Princess?” You cock your head to the side. He thinks he hates being submissive to you but you know he loves it. He groans as you coil his hair around your fingers. “Let me make you feel so fucking good.”

You roll your eyes at his weak attempt. You contemplate making him say more but you’re horny and his tongue always feels good. “Make me come.”

He’s pushed down onto your core and your back arches feeling the vibrations run through you as he groans on your mane. You feel his tongue slide up your slit and circle around your clit. He takes it into his mouth sucking on it. Billy had a way of pissing you off but dear lord could he use his mouth to eat you out.

Your hands leave his hair meeting your breasts. He looks up at you as he releases your clit and slides his tongue down your core. You watch as he releases his mouth from you. Before you even tell him to get back he hooks his thumbs and spreads you open. He gathers saliva from his mouth, keeps eye contact with you and spits on your pussy. Your jaw drops and he’s diving right back in. His tongue flicks inside of you and you hear him slurping you up making his way up to your clit again.

You feel your legs open wider when Billy settles an arm on your thigh. He grinds his clothed length against the bed and moans feeling his own pleasure build. The taste of you on his tongue and the way he moves his hips to find some release has his groaning on your core causing you to arch your back. “So. Fucking. Good.” He sucks harder with every word.

He pulls back again and replaces his tongue with two fingers. Billy watches you as he pumps them in and out of you a few times having you adjust to them. When he sees your breath hitch he curls his fingers. They curl up and when you let out a loud moan and grins to himself finding your sweet spot.

He continues curling them back and forth taking your sweet bud back in his mouth. You feel the pleasure rise and grip his head in your hands again telling him to keep his motions right there. He listens and doesn’t let up until your legs clamp down and you’re crying out his name.

Billy works you through your orgasm and never stops his movements until you pull him up again. He presses a final kiss to your thigh and stands up. You see the straining bulge in his pants and when he works then down his thighs he flips you onto your stomach causing you to squeal out from the fast movement. His hands pull your hips up and he enters you without only a smack on your ass as a warning.

Despite your sensitive core you manage to pull yourself up on your elbows feeling him push your body with every thrusts. Sweat begins to gleam over Billy’s chest and he yanks his shirt off his body leaving him with just his jeans on his thighs. He watches as your hands grip into the sheets. His pace is hard and quick with every movement causing your ass to jiggle against his thighs. He knows he’s not gonna last long.

You flip your hair over your shoulder and look up at through your lashes. “I know, daddy. I know.” You bite your lip through your smile. “Feels good, huh.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement.

His thrusts halter and Billy’s eyes darken. He leans down and grabs your hair pulling you up. You feel him hook your arms behind your back and your back is arched as he keeps a firm grip on the back of your head. You’re completely at will to him.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you.” He laughs darkly in your ear as he picks his pace back up. He’s no longer chasing his release. He’s going after yours. You go to bite back at him but when his hand reaches around and toys with your clit you stumble over your words.

Your already sensitive cunt is pulsing around him as he fucks you hard but when he plays with your clit in such a way you’re clamping down on him again. He doesn’t wait for you to come down from your high and let’s go of you. You fall forward right on your face and you’re on your back once again.

Billy kicks off his pants and pumps himself a few times letting a string of curses fly out. You feel him enter you hard and your legs are enclosing around his thighs. He pulls his hips back out and enters you again with a force that causes your body to move up.

“Billy,” you whine out. He only laughs hiking a leg over his shoulder going deeper into you. He begins to fuck you pressing a sweet kiss against your ankle. Sweat is gleaming across his chest and your back is stuck to the mattress but neither of you care.

With every thrust you feel your sensitive main pulsing around him. Your wet down your legs with your own slick but that doesn’t stop Billy. If anything it drives him to go deeper and when he leans down and encases a hand around your throat you’re forced to feel nothing but him inside of you.

You feel your eyes roll back as his fingers applies just the right amount of pleasure and you’re coming undone again.

Billy doesn’t stop and keeps his hand on your throat watching as your body shudders under him feeling every nerve set on fire. Your legs are twitching and he can feel himself about to cum undone. Tears are in your eye from the overstimulation. He stops his pace but stays inside of you.

He lets go of your neck and unhooks your leg from his shoulder. You look up at him and shake your head knowing he’s still got more in him. He takes your chin in his thumb and coos down at you. “S’matter, sweets? Can’t take it anymore?”

You continue to shake your head as he leans down hovering over you. His hand grips the sheet by your head and your feel him pull his hip back leaving just his til inside of you.

“Too sensitive, Billy,” you feel the tears about to break and your body is sore. Billy pouts his bottom lip out and takes himself in his hand. He rubs his tip up your slit bumping it onto your clit causing you to cry out.

“Too fucking bad.” He presses his tip against you and you feel the tears leak out. You know what he’s wanting and despite your body feeling exhausted you’re too stubborn to give it to him.

Your heavy eyes look up at him. His hair sticks to his forehead and you know he’s not going to last long. You muster enough strength to tell him the words that’ll send him over board. “M’ not sorry.”

He smiles at you and takes himself back down to your entrance. “When are you ever?”

He enters you and your hands meet his back. They draw red lines against it and he curses in your ear. His hips move against yours never letting up. His lips create an assault on your neck licking and biting it. Your tears flow freely down your face feeling your cunt get used. It hurts so good. He feels his cheek get wet and leans up taking in your soaked face.

You’re so pretty even while you cry creaming his cock.

“I know, baby. I know.” He kisses your cheek. “Feels good, huh.”

Your nails dig deeper into him and despite how tired you feel you lock your legs around him. He feels you push him into you and when you blink up at him with those tear stained eyes he’s shutting his own and releasing deep inside of you. You milk his cock as you come around him one last time.

He stays on top of you enjoying the moment of bliss. You run your fingers through his hair kissing at his neck. Your thighs are soaked with a mix of both of your releases and you’re both covered in sweat but neither of you care. Billy leans up and carefully pulls himself out of you taking in account of your sensitive core. When he sees himself spill out of you he goes to the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth.

He cleans you being as careful as he can but when you jolt he can’t help but chuckle at your sensitive state. You throw a pillow at his head in return. A comfortable silence takes over.

You watch with tired eyes as he throws the washcloth in the sink and takes a shirt from a drawer. He guides you up and covers your body with it kissing your forehead.

When he slides into bed and takes you in his arms it’s only when he speaks up again.

“Are we good?”

In true Billy fashion he never apologized. But he had other ways of saying sorry even if it was pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. Truth is, you weren’t really mad. Sometimes driving him crazy the way he does to you gives him a taste of his own medicine in the best way. You lean up and see he’s already looking at you. He waits for you to answer rubbing his bruised knuckle against your soft skin.

“We’re good.”

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f1girliefics · 3 months

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Only Us

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warnings: Car crash, injury, broken bones description of possible open fracture

Summary: A simple race, a not so simple crash.

You were excited to see Daniel back on the track, his new contract with the Alpha Tauri team was a good sign.

You were very happy for him.

He wasn't home when the call came.

The person calling from the hospital explained one of his greatest fears over the phone, you were in an accident.

It was late, he should have been home, but as soon as he got the call, he got his keys and left.

“Mr Ricciardo?”

“Yes, who is this?” he asked the woman on the other end of the line.

“My name is Janet Frank calling from St Vincent's Hospital: Emergency Room, you are listed as the emergency contact for Miss Y/L/N.”

“What happened?”

“She was involved in a car accident. She is currently in surgery, but the police here would like to talk to you.” Daniel felt his stomach drop.

“I-I will be right there!”

He arrived about thirty minutes later, out of breath as he ran to the front desk.

“I’m here for Miss Y/L/N.”

“To your right down the hall, take a right, you will see the police there.”

“Thank you.” he said before he started to walk fast towards the direction he was told.

As he took a right he saw two policemen standing there.

“I’m Miss Y/L/N’s boyfriend.” he told the two officers.

“Mr Ricciardo?” one asked and Daniel nodded. “My name is Sergeant Dwight, this is my partner, Sergeant Dennis. Your girlfriend was in a car accident this early afternoon. A drunk driver rear-ended her, pushed her onto incoming traffic and she was T-boned. She was conscious when we arrived on the scene.”

Daniel thanked the officers and soon rushed to your doctor who explained that you were okay, they needed to do a surgery on your knee because it got broken and trapped. Other than that, you were alright considering the circumstances.

Soon, you were out of surgery and in a room, waking up.

You immediately noticed Daniel by your side, smiling at you as he held your hand, he said something but you couldn’t hear him.

“Don’t move too much.” he said as you groaned in pain when you tried to sit up. “You had a knee surgery.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember. I looked at it in the car and saw the blood and I think my bone was also sticking out.”

“Thank you for the visual.” he made a face and you smiled a little.

“I’m alright though.” he nodded acknowledging that you were indeed, still alive. Your voice did calm him.

“I nearly fell on poor Yuki when I got the call, he had to jump out of the way.” you laughed a little.

“I’m so high on painkillers right now.” you smiled and Daniel laughed, seeing your expression.

“I’m so glad you are alive.”

“Yeah, but you will have to nurse me, doctor said I can’t walk for months.”

“I am okay with that. At least you won’t leave my sight.”

“I’m okay with that.” you smiled as he laughed a little. He touched your face, his expression turned serious as he looked at you, you could see the weight from his shoulders falling off.

You knew how he was, all smiles as if he had no worries and yet, on the inside he worried all the time. Over his family, over himself and over you.

It was natural to him.

You could only imagine how much it hurt him to see you in a hospital bed with a fucked up knee.

“You couldn’t have done anything different.” you said, trying to reassure him. “Even if you drove me, we would both be now on a bed, and you had important meetings. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I still feel like as if I could have done something.” he said as he looked into your eyes.

“You couldn’t have. It wasn’t our fault. What’s important is that we are both here, alive and happy.”

“You are right.” he let out a long sigh.

You pulled his arm and he moved closer to give you a kiss.

Nothing mattered but the two of you.

You will deal with your knee, you will deal with getting a new car, you will deal with getting the other driver the time they deserve.

For now, it was only you two.

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makeste · 4 months

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BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

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lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

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just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

#bnha 410 #bakugou katsuki #all for one #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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lost-in-lamentation · 6 months

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❄️💉 - snow, sick fic.

mammon × gen!reader. fluff.

warnings: mammon gets sick (nothing serious), reader implied smaller than mammon.

content: after being stuck outside, mammon falls sick very quickly.

back to the 500 follower event: here.

“mammon?! what the hell?!” you dashed over to him, doing your best to avoid slipping on the snow covered pavement. although you were glad mammon paid you occasional visits in the human world, you wished he had texted you earlier. as soon as you were close enough, you threw your arms around the demon, pulling him close. “oh my god, you’re freezing!” you immediately pulled away, taking a good look at him. his face was tinted red, maybe from staying out in the cold for too long. “you need to get inside.”

“i-i’m fine.” mammon chattered between his words, and you finally noticed the way his legs trembled.

“yeah, okay, sure,” you replied. you shoved your hand into your pockets, fishing around for your front door key. with the door finally open, you dragged mammon inside, peeling his unfortunately damp jacket away from him. “seriously, how long were you out there for?”

mammon shook his head like a wet puppy, unseen snowflakes falling from his hair. “a few hours?” he shuddered again, blowing air into his hands to bring feeling back to his fingertips.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered while draping his jacket over the back of a chair. “go take a shower so you can get out of those clothes.”

mammon had circled his arms around himself at this point. the way he trembled made you ache inside; he had stayed outside far longer than he should have. “i didn’t bring an extra set of clothes...”

“i always keep some here for you.”

“wait, ya do?!” the red on his cheeks deepened, and at this rate, you were scared he would end up overheating.

“yes, now go shower. i’ll drop the clothes off while you’re in there.” you practically watched the gears in his head turn. but perhaps too cold to debate any further, mammon simply nodded before rushing away. you giggled to yourself at the sight, waiting until you could hear the shower going to head into your room.

the clothes you kept for mammon were stored away in your own closet. a little collapsible cube held clothes you had stolen from him before moving back, and also clothes you had bought for him up in the human world. a fleeting thought of if mammon would recognise the hoodie you kept passed through your mind. with a grin, you pulled it out of the cube, along with a pair of grey sweats that you had also poached from him. you threw your own oversized shirt into the pile as well, hoping that mammon would be warm enough with only two layers. deciding it was probably enough, you headed over to the washroom, knocking a few times to announce your arrival. “mammon, i’m gonna leave the clothes on the counter, okay?” after you heard mammon shout out a reply, you cracked the door open, placing the clothes down before shuffling away quietly.

it didn’t take mammon much longer to finish. a few minutes later, you could hear him padding down the hallway to meet you in the kitchen. “MC?” you hummed in acknowledgement. “why’d you give me pyjamas?”

bewildered at the question, you paused your cooking to look at mammon. “you’re staying the night, aren’t you?”

mammon paused to sneeze, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand before looking back at you. “lucifer said i should come back-” another sneeze had his body taking a physical screenshot as it froze in place. “ugh- he said i should be back tonight.”

frowning, you scanned the white haired demon carefully. your instincts told you it was a bad idea to send him back home. “not happening.” you ignored mammon’s squawk of confusion, turning to the pot you had on the stove. “can you get my phone? it’s on my nightstand.” you turned the element on, pouring ingredients in as you did. some soup would be good for warming mammon up.

“here,” mammon called, coming up behind you before dangling your phone in front of your face.

chuckling, you grabbed at the phone, making sure to not let the soup spill out from the edge of the pot. you tapped your screen awake, pulling up your contacts and dialling lucifer. you didn’t give him any chance to speak; as soon as the call timer started, you were already talking. “mammon’s staying overnight, you don’t get a say in it, and i promise i’ll visit sometime. bye!”

“MC-!” lucifer shouted at you from the other side of the line, but you were hanging up before he could say anything else.

mammon laughed at the sight, throwing his arms over your shoulders as he rested his chin on your head. “only you could do that to lucifer,” he said, voice fading away at the end of his sentence.

you felt him rub his nose into your hair briefly. “you okay? you’re sounding kinda off.”

mammon tightened his grip on you as a response. “... ‘m just tired.” he slumped into you ever so slightly, causing concern to rise up in your stomach.

“go sit on the couch. soup’s almost ready.” mammon’s arm slid away from you unwillingly, and you quickly noticed how he'd begun to drag his feet rather than take full steps. demons get sick so easily in the cold, you thought to yourself. as promised, the soup was finished after a few moments, so you turned the heat down and spooned some into a bowl. shooting a glance at mammon, you saw that he had dozed off while curled up on the couch. your heart fluttered briefly at the sight, but it was another reminder that the demon was not at 100%. quietly, you walked over to him, stealing a blanket from another chair before gently shaking him awake. “mammon, wake up.” a tug at your heartstrings had your chest stinging. he hadn’t been here for long at all, yet he was already starting to look like he had been sick for days. “have some soup first, then go to bed early.”

mammon watched as you sat next to him, eyes bleary with newfound exhaustion. he didn’t bother replying, but held his hands out to receive the bowl from you. silently, you handed it to him, making sure his grip was tight before throwing the blanket around his shoulders. you adjusted the corners of the blanket carefully, practically engulfing him inside the fabric. satisfied, you smiled at mammon, gesturing to the bowl in his hands. “just a little,” you encouraged, pushing it closer to him.

mammon sighed heavily, blinking a few times before finally shifting the bowl to one hand and grabbing the spoon in the other. he ate slowly, but under your careful gaze, eventually managed to down all of it. “thanks, human,” he murmured, eyes falling closed. swiftly, you took the bowl from his hands, setting it on the coffee table. lightly, you brushed your knuckles across his cheeks; the way he leaned into your touch was endearing.

“anything for you,” you hummed in reply, grinning when his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “now let’s get you to bed.”

with the soup fueling him, mammon had enough strength to walk by himself. but you kept your hand floating behind him just in case. his head was foggy enough that he didn’t register you bringing him to your room until you had sat him down on your mattress. “oi, wait,” he muttered, blinking slowly as he stared at his surroundings. “this is your room, isn’t it?”

“mammon, i only have one bed here, and it happens to be mine. so, yes, this is my room.”

all of a sudden, sentience had returned to the second-born. his eyes flashed with guilt when he realised what you were implying. “where will you sleep?”

“i’ll stay in the living room. i have some work to do on my laptop anyway.”

“but-”

“no buts, mammon. you need to sleep somewhere comfortable.” you brushed his hair away from his forehead, taking a quick note of how hot he was running. “if you need anything, i’m right there.”

mammon opened his mouth again, looking like he was ready to protest. but you pushed him down, taking your duvet and covering him with it. “sleep well,” you said softly. as you left the room, you positioned the door to leave a crack. and once you had determined that mammon had drifted to sleep, you tiptoed away to the living room.

a large portion of your work ended up finished a few hours later, just around the time you heard mammon start to wake up due to coughing fits. you waited in silence for a few minutes, hoping that he would stop in a bit. but then you heard the bed groan under him, most likely from him shifting around, so you headed over to him with a glass of water in hand. mammon was already sitting up when you arrived, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath again. “mammon?” you called to him softly, pushing the door open at the same time.

“MC? sorry- did i wake you up?” he strangled the words out between harsh coughs, guilt creeping into his expression.

“i wasn’t asleep yet,” you reassured him. “water?” his hand trembled as he reached out for the glass. you decided quickly to bring it to his lips instead, carefully helping him take a drink as your other hand cupped the back of his head. as he finished, you placed the glass on your nightstand, shifting to sit next to him on the mattress.

outside, snow continued to drift down. lights from the street casted shadow snowflakes onto your curtains, allowing you to watch the snowfall comfortably. mammon kept his eyes on the curtains, his exhaustion constantly reigniting despite the way his body jolted him awake with a cough. “the snow looks nice. doesn’t feel as nice, though.”

humming in agreement, you guided him to sit further forward on the bed, quickly sliding in between him and the headboard of the bed. mammon, too delirious to say anything, turned to face you. his cheeks were still flushed, but marginally less so than earlier. you smiled at him as his eyes began to droop, waiting until his head landed on your shoulder and his torso on yours before curling your arms around his waist. your hands moved up, rubbing circles into the space between his shoulder blades soothingly as his breathing started to taper off. every so often, he would startle awake as his breath hitched in his throat, but you were quick to usher him back to sleep. eventually, you felt his entire body weight on yours, and you knew that he had fallen asleep for the night. your hand continued to move in circles absentmindedly. the feeling of mammon leaning on and depending on you made your heart full. always the one to protect you in your early days of RAD, you were glad that mammon trusted you, loved you, the same way you did. with a content sigh, you pressed your lips to the crown of his head, your smile growing tenfold when mammon unconsciously pressed further into your embrace. you carded your fingers through his hair, movements gentle and hushed; the same way the snow fell outside your window.

a/n: hello to the one who requested this and said my writing is like "coming home after a long winter's day" you should know that i cried. singlehandedly the best compliment i've ever gotten on my writing thank you so much oh my god you made my week

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me x you #mammon x reader #obey me fluff #aris writes 🐈‍⬛#aris hits 500 🐈‍⬛

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shalomszn · 6 months

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Makeup with bae

shuri x black!fem!reader [short drabble]

fluff only

- a/n : I love being a girl 😍😍

You love being a girl, there’s so much to do, like doing your hairstyles, matching new outfits, and makeup is not an exception.

I mean, who doesn’t like doing makeup? it’s fun, like painting but your face is the canvas. Or maybe…sometimes it’s not your face, it could be your girlfriend’s too.

“hold still or else I’m gonna poke your eye ball out.” you said, the eyeliner in your hand, as your other leg was spread across shuri’s lap, her hand gripping firmly on your ass and waist.

“chill…don’t make me blind, or else I can’t see your beauty.” she said as a tease and chuckle, but when the chuckle happened she moved.

“oh fuck.”

you muttered, took some makeup remover wet tissues and wiped the small part that you messed up.

“it’s actually quite artistic the way when it’s messed up.” shuri said, you don’t even know is she teasing or stating out facts anymore, so you just shoot her a side eye.

“yeah very artistic…”

“it is!” shuri exclaimed and held the mirror admiring the messed up eyeliner. “c’monnnnn just stay still, I know you look good with eyeliner.” you said whining, she seemed to understand your desperation and stayed very still.

The eyeliner turned out great, she just looks effortless pretty to be honest. The wing, on the end of her eye hooking perfectly upwards, as her beautiful eye is just laying there.

“it’s lucky to be this! effortless pretty shuri.”

you said as shuri took the mirror and started scanning the sight “I’m hot I know.” as you smacked her gently, “okay okay! continue your little brushing on me…” she said pointed at the soft makeup brushes.

“you don’t need the brushings cause you’re too pretty!” you exclaimed and applied lipgloss on your lips, then kiss her to apply some on her too.

“aye that’s a smart way of applying lipgloss, you should do that often.” shuri smiled childlishly, looking at the lipgloss between your fingers. “I’ll seriously buy the whole company of the lipgloss just for you to do that more often…”

“mhm.” you didn’t even acknowledge what she said, and touched up her eyeshadow,

“you look like…cleopatra. I’m jealous.”

“nah, I’m me. y/n’s girlfriend.”

“that’s your identity? seriously?” you giggled “you’re also a queen of an entire nation baby.”

“me being your girlfriend comes first, country second.”

“no shuri…the country is supposed to be your first priority, not me.” you said and looking dead in her eye, as you stopped the brushing on her eye lids.

“and well…a leader always have a partner to go to when they’re lonely, sad, mad, happy, or even injured.” shuri said looking back at you, explaining, then pointing at you “and you’ll be that partner of mine, to take care of me, to let me love, to let me protect and show care to.”

“so basically you want me to be your wife hm?”

“well of course…you ain’t goin no where baby…once I catched you, you’re not slipping of my fingertips easily.” she said as her hold on your waist tightened.

“you’re mine for life.”

#shuri fanfiction #shuri fluff #shuri smut #shuri udaku #queen shuri #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader

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dnpbeats · 2 months

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Ive been seeing some big youtubers and creators announce (seperately) that they're going on tours, and a lot of of them are full on stage shows. These are people with tens of millions of followers each.

And then I think about the fact that dan and phil are the reason they can. Dan and phil completely pioneered the industry for online creators. They were the first youtubers to do a world tour of a stage show. First youtubers to show that they are actually professional enemtertainers and not just ameteur comedians. They were the first youtubers to have their own radio show in the uk. They were the success story that a lot of people built their success on the back of. If tatinof didnt work, it wouldve taken so much longer before online creators would've been taken seriously by venues as comedians/artists/entertainers. If internet takeover didnt work it would've taken so much longer for creators to be offered jobs in mainstream media, as tv/radio presenters, in documentaries, on gameshows etc.

Like yeah, it probably would've happened eventually anyway, but it happened a lot earlier than it would've bc of them. They were the first. And absolutely no one acknowledges that. No one even knows, except for them and us.

Even though dnp in 2024 are by far not the most prominent creators out there, I do think they have had one of the most successful careers of any youtuber/streamer out there. I think they achieved far more in terms of career success and opportunities with their 4-6million joint subscriber count than most of the people with 20million plus subs have, which is pretty cool. Their careers are not built on 5mins of fame. They have understanding of the industry, work ethic, and skill to ensure long careers, even if those careers morph over time. They wont be youtubers for ever, but they will be successful in whatever they do, that I am certain of.

Idk im just feeling emotions about them. Im proud if them. And im excited to see where they go.

NO NOTES ANON!!!!! this is all so true!

I have seen a lot of people mention the fact that d&p are not as popular as they used to be/don't get as many views as they used to as if it's a negative but I don't think it's bad at all, because of all of what you said. they were doing shit that no one else was doing! they paved the way for youtubers to break out of the yt sphere!! which is so amazing but also they were doing SO MUCH for so long. they were carrying the industry on their backs lmao. so now I'm so happy for them that they have the opportunity to chill out and just do what they wanna do. they're just making the content they wanna make and they aren't concerned with how many views they're getting or trying to remain relevant (which I think they still are, but yk what I mean), and they deserve that. because while everything they did was awesome and should absolutely be celebrated, I think it's great that now they have the opportunity to create more casually and they don't need to worry about doing numbers. like yes yt is still their livelihood but in a much more laid-back way yk? and I think that because they did so much, and like you said have understanding of the industry and a good work ethic, that's what allowed them to build a fanbase that has stuck around and that fanbase is why they can be more relaxed now

I agree they might not be youtubers forever but I'm also excited to see what projects they eventually move on to bc they'll slay fs

#dan and phil #ask #anon

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mylovelies-docx · 10 months

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 6

It's my birthday, so here is my gift to all you lovely people :)

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: brief mentions of HYDRA approved "science", insecurities

Word Count: idk ill look later

Tag List: NOW CLOSED! If you'd like to keep up with this story, please follow my blog and turn on notifications! ❤️ you :)

[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5]

Meeting with the contact goes down without a hitch. You’re surrounded by scraggly trees and evergreens, snow heavy on bare branches and pine needles alike. You’re briefed on all the important information: who’s who, ongoing projects, expectations for your work. You nod along as you write down shorthand notes – really only intelligible to you, but you’ll burn them once you memorize the information regardless.

The rendezvous is short, but you’ll be seeing them again soon at your new ‘job’. You flip your notebook closed and dip your head briefly to acknowledge the end of the meeting. Olaf (not his real name) returns the gesture and stalks off, presumably heading back to the HYDRA facility.

You take your time getting back to the house – you want to give Bucky his privacy and time by himself to prepare for the workday ahead. You envy the monotony of working on vehicles all day: scouring the engine, finding the necessary parts, sliding under the metal frame and lying on your back for hours…

Come to think of it, maybe you shouldn’t imagine lying on your back for hours in the same thought process that involves Bucky. Too many memories and too much pain.

Regardless, anything is better than working for HYDRA, even if you are actively working to sabotage them while you’re there. Yeah, Bucky is here to keep an eye on you and provide backup and know-how, but you’re the one that is pivotal to this mission. The one that needs to get in, get out, and get gone before HYDRA realizes how big of a mess they’re in.

You begin fine-tuning the personality and mannerisms that will serve you best here. Olaf had explained the specific work culture of the HYDRA facility during the meeting, so you’re now better able to imagine your life for the foreseeable future: work, work, work, kidnapping, torture, experiments, exhaustion.

And going home to Bucky every night, your brain supplies. You mentally swat the words away. Of course you’re going ‘home’ to Bucky. He’s your immediate backup in case something goes wrong – he has to be close. Even if it’s not the intimate kind of close. Not the kind of close you used to be when this mission was first given to you last year. Not the close that originally had you posing as husband and wife, but the kind that now has Bucky as your brother.

A shiver courses through you at the thought, and you wrap your arms tighter around your snuggly bundled self. Bucky as your brother is the worst scenario you could possibly imagine, but everyone agreed that with the new tension between you and Bucky, romance wouldn’t be the wisest play up here.

A soft groan leaves your lips and you dip your head quickly in disappointment before popping back up and looking ahead. There’s no point in yearning for something that will never happen again. You need to actually move on, not just lie about it and pretend like you did. Bucky deserves that much. You deserve that much.

Taking a deep breath, you shift your focus back to the mission. It’s time to embrace the role, leaving behind the echoes of a love that was now confined to memories. You couldn't afford distractions or longing. HYDRA's demise depended on your unwavering commitment, even if it meant burying your heart's desires in the depths of your being.

***

You arrive home a short while later, the creaks and groans of the old house underlying the silence of the empty rooms. It seems that Bucky had left for work while you were out. Glancing over to the clock atop the fireplace mantel, you're taken aback to see how much time has passed. You must have been lost in your thoughts far longer than you had initially realized.

You close the door softly behind you and shuffle out of your coat. You hang it on a peg beside the door where your and Bucky’s other coats reside, noticing how well the colors reflect both of your personalities. You can’t help but laugh at the blacks, grays, and dark blues of Bucky’s jackets that contrast sharply with the whites, pinks, and pastels of your own. The smile lingers until you kick off your boots and walk further into the quiet house.

The echoing silence pulses in your ears and makes you uncomfortable. You hadn’t been alone like this in a very long time – there was always at least one person in the next room or house or building that you could reach out to. But with Bucky at his ‘new job’ and no neighbors knocking on the door to welcome you to the neighborhood, you feel totally isolated.

With nothing else to do besides wallow in loneliness, you decide to throw on some music and dive into all the information the team has gathered on this HYDRA location. You’d skimmed the files on the way here yesterday, but now you had the time to really peruse. You run upstairs to change into comfortable clothes and throw your hair up and away from your face. You return downstairs and pull out your laptop, setting up camp at the kitchen table. You open your favorite music streaming app and hit play, starting up your ‘get shit done’ playlist. You bop your head to the beat and dig in.

***

Hours later, you hear the door creak open and Bucky steps inside, his face smudged with grease and a tired smile on his lips. You rise from your hunched position and stretch your aching muscles. The pain in your upper back and neck eases slightly as you greet him, "Hey, Bucky. Welcome back. How was your day at the garage?"

Bucky wipes his hands on a rag, glancing at you with a mix of exhaustion and genuine warmth. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fixing engines, tinkering with parts. It's a nice change of pace from our usual gigs."

You nod, attempting to keep the conversation light. "Well, at least you get to put your mechanical skills to good use. It must feel good to work with your hands again."

A brief moment of silence hangs between you as you both glance down to Bucky’s hands. His metal arm is covered by Stark tech that makes it appear as if he’d never lost it in the first place. You can tell how uncomfortable he is with the sight after working so hard and so long on learning to accept himself the way he is now. He picks at the fake skin, pulling it slightly away and letting it snap back into place. Bucky clears his throat, his voice a touch hesitant, "It doesn’t quite feel right, ya know?"

You shift in your chair, tucking your leg up under you. "No, I get it, Bucky," you say. “Doesn’t feel like you, does it?” You give him a smile and a small shrug of your shoulders, as if what you’re saying is common knowledge and an opinion that everyone shares, “If you ask me, I prefer the metal.”

Bucky's eyes soften and he stops fidgeting with the skin, letting his arms drop down to his sides. “Yeah,” he agrees, “me too.”

You nod, trying to hide the warmth swelling in your chest. "Anyway," you begin. “I’ve been going over the data that you guys have gathered in the last few months. There’s a lot here, huh?”

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs and walks over to you, taking the chair opposite and stretching out his legs underneath the table. His feet encroach on your space and nearly rest underneath your chair, the table not really accommodating for his size. You pick up the one leg you still have dangling off the chair and tuck it under you with the other one. Bucky places his hands behind his head and leans back. “All of my memories of this place are hazy, but this place was a real piece of work.” A grimace mars his face and his eyes start to cloud over.

Wanting to shift the conversation away from the discomfort he may be remembering, you change the subject, "So, did anything noteworthy happen at the garage today? Any signs of HYDRA activity in the town?"

Bucky's eyes shift with a sense of purpose, grateful for the chance to discuss something less complicated. "Actually, there was something unusual. I overheard a couple of guys mentioning some military-grade vehicles arriving tomorrow for inspection. Might be worth investigating to see if they’re HYDRA."

As you delve into mission-related details, a sense of normalcy descends upon the conversation. The awkwardness and unspoken emotions linger in the background of your mind, but for now, the focus is on the task at hand. You understand that the mission takes precedence over personal matters, and you commit again to putting aside your feelings for the sake of success and Bucky’s peace of mind.

With a renewed determination, you delve into strategizing and planning, resolute in your shared mission to dismantle HYDRA's operations.

Part 7

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itadorey · 8 months

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notes: suggestive but no smut, reader has hair long enough to tie up

band member choso who learned how to do his hair in order to keep it out of his face during shows.

you think its cute, the two spiky buns at the back of his head always bringing a smile to your face when you see them. you like to watch him as he gets ready, fingers deftly working his hair up into its usual style before he turns to give you a kiss on his way out.

it’s not long before you ask him to teach you how to replicate the hairstyle, and it also doesn’t take much convincing to get him to agree. he wastes no time before pulling you into his lap, his fingers playing with your hair as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“shouldn’t i be facing the other way?” you ask, giving him a teasing smile as you cross your arms. “y’know, so i can actually use the mirror to see what you’re doing?”

a shiver runs down your spine when he rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer as he rolls his eyes.

“i think this is perfect,” is all he says, reaching up to part your hair. “first you need to part your hair, making sure you have it equally divided.”

you hum in acknowledgement, eyes trained on his face as he focuses on the task at hand. his handsome face is set in a serious expression, eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he gently gathers up half of your hair in his hands. he shifts in his seat as he leans closer, and you straighten up slightly when you feel his hips roll against yours.

“then, once you get rid of all the knots and bumps, you start to twist it as if it was a regular bun,” he continues. you only half-register his words, too distracted by the feeling of his hands in your hair to fully process his words.

“and then what?” you ask, hoping that choso doesn’t notice the newfound breathiness in your voice. he pauses briefly, and you find yourself squirming in his lap when he reaches down for your hand. he leans in slightly, letting his gaze drops to your lips briefly before speaking.

“then you give me a hair tie,” he states, gently tugging one off your wrist. you feel yourself flush in embarrassment, looking away from him and missing the amused glint in his eye. “tie the bun securely, but make sure to leave a few strands of hair sticking out at the end. that’s what give it the spiky, messy look.”

“oh, uh, okay,” you mutter, your hands coming up to grab at his shoulders for support as you attempt to get off his lap. his hand come down to rest on your lower back, holding you in place and preventing you from moving.

“hold on, let me finish the other bun and then you can practice on me. does that sound good?”

you nod wordlessly, settling back down on his lap as he reaches for one of your arms and tugs the other hair tie off your wrist. he places it between his teeth, and you find that your gaze is drawn to his lips as he works the other half of your hair up into a matching bun.

the process is quicker this time, and you don’t look up from his mouth until he plucks the hair tie from it and skillfully wraps it around your hair.

“what? see something you like?” he asks roughly, drawing your gaze up to his eyes. they’re half-lidded as he stares down at you, almost predatory as he takes in your flustered state. it’s only then that you realize his hands have found purchase on your hips once again, gently moving you back and forth on his lap as his fingers creep underneath your shirt.

“yeah, i do,” you mumble, pressing yourself against him as your lips meet his.

he wastes no time before kissing you hungrily, one of his hands splaying across your back to pull you closer as the other comes up to cup your cheek. your hands ghost across his chest, coming up to wrap around his neck before settling into his hair. his own buns fall apart as you tug on the hair ties, earning a breathy moan from choso as his lips trail down your neck.

“what happened to learning a new hairstyle?” he asks a soft, mocking tone in his voice as he tugs at one of your buns. a strained gasp escapes your throat at the action, and he curses when you grind down harder on him in return.

a breathy laugh leaves his lips when you grasp his jaw, turning his face towards you so you can capture his lips in a kiss once again. you gently push him down onto the couch, resting your hands on his chest as he looks up at you.

he looks almost angelic, hair splayed around him like a dark halo with his lips swollen and red. his hands rest on your ass, digging into the soft flesh as you give an experimental roll of your hips over his.

“that can wait,” you murmur, leaning down and letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear. “i have more important things to do right now.”

ty for reading <3

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adnauseum11 · 2 months

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Operational Risk Management (John Price x Reader)

Kate calls with some bad news.

1k words

CW: swearing, military inaccuracies

This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U. series, master list also pinned to my blog.

Masterlist

Ao3

John’s phone lights up in the center console with an incoming call just as you are returning to the flat. Two hefty shopping bags of new glitter-less decorations are safely secured in the back seat. His patience ran out about half-way back from your excursion, locked in a snarl of holiday traffic. When he began to grumble about the lack of common sense on display, you reminded him that he wanted to tag along with you. The look he gave you afterwards was dark, but you didn’t let it faze you, used as you are to his intermittent grumpiness. Still, you’re happy to claim your spoils and clear off so he can take his phone call in peace, his annoyance doing nothing to dampen your spirit.

“Hello?”

John’s tone is curt. The familiar sound of chopper blades swells and then he can hear Kate over the staticky line, immediately picturing her cupping her hand over the bottom of the phone as she clears the rotors.

“John? Got some news, you aren’t going to like it. Can you talk?”

She’s moving, likely just landed. John’s brain is leaping ahead, trying to fill in the gaps.

“Yeah. What happened? Gaz alright?”

Kate cuts straight to the chase, apparently no time to waste on pleasantries.

“The commander Gaz is working under is a younger brother to man killed in Las Almas - belonged to Shadow Company. He’s leveraged his position with Norris to start knocking on doors to find out what happened to his brother and he’s managed to get enough intel to hold the 141 responsible.”

“Jesus Christ Laswell.”

John’s palm comes down with a slap on the steering wheel, his mood worsening. He can feel his blood pressure rising as Kate’s terse voice washes over him.

“I suspect Norris is feeding him information. We’re going to keep working on that end, see if we can confirm anything. When you turned down the contract and that photo popped up, he tried a different path. The commander did basic training with your girl’s would-be-assailant years ago, before the dishonourable discharge. We think he’s currently switching tack again. Gaz is obviously compromised, and they’re about to ship out.”

“Ah hell Kate.”

John’s violently pushing his fingers through his hair, the implications of Gaz being in the thick of this commander’s operation making his stomach turn to lead.

“I didn’t know John, didn’t think Norris’ men needed further vetting. Lesson learned. I’ve got a potential intercept point. Right now, we’re handling some rendezvous communications for them as we’ve got friendlies in the field, Gaz being one. They’re going to be sent to recon a chemical manufacture plant in Lithuania for a potential raid.”

Kate’s tone suggests she’s well aware of her fuck up, and John respects her enough to leave it there, satisfied with her acknowledgement.

“There’s got to be a vulnerability we can exploit to get Gaz to safety.”

John’s instinct is to plan, even without any intel yet.

“Ghost is planning an avenue of approach for the potential intercept point before whatever the commander is up to comes to fruition out there. We urgently could use an extra set of hands in the know, Captain. Timing is critical here. Gaz’s assigned taskforce won’t be expecting us. If we do this correctly, we can bury this for good with no one the wiser.”

John looks up at the flat, can almost picture you flitting around, rearranging items to account for your new prizes. His heart sinks as he makes the only decision his conscience will allow.

“Yeah, my bag is mostly packed. I can be at the base in a few hours for pick up if you can arrange liaison.”

Kate asks the question he’s been dreading since this conversation started. He can guess at the outcome and is in no hurry to be proven right.

“Your girl going to be ok with the last-minute change of holiday plans?”

At the mention of you, John’s brain immediately pulls the image of you naked in the shower, flushed from the orgasm he’d just given you, admitting you’re in love. The center of his chest aches at the thought of leaving you alone during the holiday you’re so obviously excited to share with him. At one point, early on, he was confident that he knew exactly what he was doing. His emotions lately tended to be out of control and headlong, almost impossible to moderate. After years of relentlessly telling himself it was better to keep his distance, to stay platonic, he’s finally getting what he’s coveted after all this time. And still, he can’t stop his greedy heart from wanting more. He fights back the uncharacteristic swell of emotion and clears his throat, refocusing on the conversation at hand.

“I’ll handle it. Not leaving anything this volatile for someone else to clean up. I want assurance it’s over.”

“If you’re sure. You’ve been moving fast with this woman John. I’m assuming you know what you’re doing here.”

His laugh is dark, the sound of a man whose best laid plans are unravelling in front of his eyes.

“Gaz would do the same. I’ll sort it out on my end, set up the liaison for 19:00.”

John is all business, putting any indecision firmly to rest in short order.

“We appreciate the assist; I’ll debrief you further once you’re on route. And John?”

“Yeah?”

He’s preoccupied, already trying to work out how to explain what’s about to happen to the woman he loves.

“Good luck, hope you bought her something nice.”

Kate’s tone is a mix of gentle teasing and honest concern. John’s foul mood refuses to rise to the occasion.

“Piss off Laswell.”

John grates out before hanging up the call and sighing deeply, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He shouts a handful of curses into the empty car, grateful for a mostly vacant street to witness his outburst. He takes several deep breaths to gather himself again before stepping out of the car to rejoin you in the flat and break the news.

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luffyvace · 5 months

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Aizawa crush headcanons

”aizawa crush headcanons, but like make him realize he’s in love with you at the end, so that like, he can do something about it or he can’t ignore it”

asked by a good friend of mine irl. she didn’t mention gender so i’m going with afab since i haven’t written for that yet ♡

(ps i’m not going to mention what type of person he would like unless you req that i want to keep this as neutral as possible)

aizawa having a crush on you means finding cats to take care of together

it means warm, comfortable, solidarity silence

he would still be himself around you for sure, he would want you to like him for who he is

changing himself is too much effort. if you don’t like him back he’ll have to move on whether it hurts or not

people still need teaching and saving after all and the world isn’t going to stop just for him

being a realist he’s aware of that

but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to clean up if you go out somewhere together (prior to dating, first impressions are everything)

he wouldn’t be afraid to tell you like it is if you ask for his opinion,

in his eyes sugarcoating things aren’t going to help you

but he wouldn’t necessarily be as harsh on you as he is on his students or mic

to woo you he wouldn’t really do anything above and beyond

he acknowledges that he likes you but he doesn’t want to waste time if his crush on you doesn’t blossom into something bigger

so instead of going all out he relies on things like little compliments, little favors and quality time

examples;

”you don’t look half bad today l/n”

”not too shabby, i guess” *combs hand through hair* (yeah that’s another thing, he’ll do little gestures to sway you but we’ll dabble into that more later)

”you smell fresh, that’s a nice aroma”

for little favors……

you: “ahh crap i left my keys in my car”

him: *magically knows a way to open locked out cars* you: *clearly having a rough day* him: *opens a window for you to vent* you: “awww man the last of ____ is sold out!”

him: “hmm..well, i’ll keep an eye out for when it’s back in stock” *the very next day* “oh yeah turns out i already had one i just forgot, here you can have it”

im not lying he actually did have one and forgot

as far as quality time:

inviting each other over for movie nights (he always falls alseep so you get most of the popcorn- 🎉 unless it’s his favorite movie- then he stays up eyes red and all, while sucking nothing out of an empty juicy box)

although movie night only happens when your closer friends though- he keeps his friend circle small because anyone could betray him and he doesn’t like people (he doesn’t hate them either he just stays to himself)

quality time for him can also be texting and checking up on each other

it doesn’t always have to be physical for him to feel appreciated

if YOU want to sway HIM though

get him a cat

self explanatory

but you can also listen to him when he talks, shoulder massages (only when your real close tho), give it to him straight.. definitely don’t be phony…and yeah!

pretty much be yourself

if he doesn’t fall for you himself there’s no way to convince him to

and if he falls for you it’s not for any facade you put on

its for your real true self

your personality.

he accepts your flaws and who you are but he will talk to you about bettering yourself a few times if they’re really bad and habitual (which he’s perfect if you have low self esteem because he’ll help you realize you might be overthinking and underestimating yourself, bringing you back to reality like the realist he is)

he’s not necessarily judgmental though

i feel like the part of him that’s not afraid to tell it like it is, is being misunderstood as him being judgmental

anyway that’s for when he has a crush on you

now its time for love

😍

okay so what (for), when, where and why right?

(“what about who? 🤓☝️“ YOU, FOOL!)

so what (for):

i dabbled in this okay? he loves your personality

for your flaws, your strengths, your weaknesses, your IQ (high or low), your fears

he loves everything about you

when?:

probably when you guys are pretty close

not him and mic close

but y’all have been friends for some time now

i say a couple of months

he doesn’t fall fast

maybe first though, if you an oblivious typa person

where (does he realize);

he was probably sitting on his couch after dinner, waiting for his shower to get hot, snug as a bug in his sleeping bag, drinkin a juicy box.

see the vision?

okay

so he was thinkin n thinkin n thinkin…

about you.

wait.

about you

why was he thinking so much about you.

omg wait..

he just remembered..

your beautiful smile (don’t care if it’s crooked, missing teeth, over/underbite- it’s GOREGEOUS)

your beautiful hair

your beautiful eyes

your personality

he realized he was thinking about you so much because…

he loves you

sits there head empty for a hot minute…

then falls asleep..

(rip water bill- shower still running)

why?:

wym why he fell in love? your YOU!!

your amazing even if he doesn’t say it all the time

or even if you don’t think it

even if no else thinks it!

someone does!

him!

he’s not the type of person to romanticize the person he loves

but he does accept you!

but as i said he loves you most for personality!

purely, truly—you

now let’s dabble back into the little gestures he’ll do to sway you once he realizes he loves you

for one like i said he’ll comb his hair in his fingers

and if he sees you find that attractive he’ll do it a little more around you

now keep in mind

your special

he doesn’t go around doing things like that for just anyone

no matter how small the change if it’s not beneficial he won’t do it

but this is beneficial

because he’s trying to court you ;)

he loves you, and he wants you to love him back now :)

but anyways

back on topic

he’ll also shrink his personal bubble around you

so now you can;

stand a little closer than normal

brush your fingers together

have your arms side by side

touch knees together when sitting

lay your head in his lap during movie night and he won’t say anything

(he wouldn’t pet your head but he’s not going to move you either)

rest your head on his shoulder as he does stuff/work (usually in private like when he’s planning his lessons on weekends)

speaking of that you can now come over unannounced and he’ll be glad to see you, ask you about your day, etc

back on topic to gestures he does,

his favors can get more personal,

like if you need to run errands but aren’t feeling well he’ll go shopping for you

(although i will say he doesn’t like shopping and has no idea what brands of products you normally buy he’ll do it to help you out)

he’ll also feel comfortable putting his arm on your shoulder (not around, on)

the gestures aren’t a lot because he isn’t the most cuddly guy (in my realistic headcanons)

but they mean something to you

AN: i tried to write canon aizawa more than fanon because it’s better that way to me but if anyone wants a little more cuddly/fanon aizawa i’d be happy to give it to them

i’m really happy with the way this turned out so i hope everyone can enjoy as well

ps: if you want specifically how he asks you out id love to do that (i might do it anyways 😋)

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beebopboom · 3 months

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If Gabriel can leave Heaven and be with Beelzebub, why can’t Aziraphale do the same with Crowley?

That’s a general question right? Something along those lines? How Gabriel did the “good” thing and how Aziraphale did the “bad” one, yeah?

Well I have a few thoughts on this so let’s go through it real quick on why Gabriel could and why it shouldn’t immediately be equated as the “good” choice - especially in comparison with Aziraphale’s

Also none of this is a slight against Gabriel/Beelzebub - it’s just a different relationship, different circumstances.

and this is just my interpretation obviously so yeah - do with it what you will

ok actual rant time go-

Gabriel and Beelzebub meeting how they did would not have happened without Armageddon being adverted.

They would have been on opposite sides of the battlefield but instead they ended up actually talking and in the process finding someone they could relate to. Their spark had been ignited and they continued to flame it.

To put it simply-

Gabriel and Beelzebub’s relationship is that of one between an Angel and a Demon. Aziraphale and Crowley’s is a relationship between two beings that happen to be an Angel and a Demon.

And that is a very big difference

Gabriel and Beelzebub are each other’s Heaven and Hell - they said so themselves. They may not be choosing sides but those two are the only ones they see, Heaven vs. Hell.

Even at the very end of every thing they are still an Angel and Demon - and in the case of Gabriel at least still holds those same opinions of the other side with the exception of Beelzebub of course

They don’t really see the third side that Aziraphale and Crowley have placed themselves on - they don’t have that connection to humanity not really.

For most of their existence pretty much every interaction with humans has been strictly professional and by the book. Sure Gabriel likes the clothes and his statue - and they have their song but that’s it.

They don’t have that history - that need to do the right thing by humanity not just themselves. As long as they got to be together they could care less about the rest of it.

Earth just happened to be the place they met up as it was the easiest. Not moving forward with Armageddon was not in the interests of keeping humanity around - it was in the interests of this being the place where they meet up and hey it has some vaguely interesting things about it - nothing has to change for them if they keep it around

Also they are both coming from very high positions of power on their respective sides - positions that are hard to touch. They are the ones making decisions and ordering people about. They were the ones to play judge and executioner.

No one in that bookshop at that moment was really in the position to stop them from leaving. The one being that really had that power, The Metatron, came later and really just benefited from all this.

and The Fear that is ever present throughout Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship is barely there for Gabriel and Beelzebub really.

Heaven and Hell’s relationship particularly between the higher ups is so fascinating. The “backchannels” are practically an open secret and getting the other side to do their bidding is a running trend.

What did Gabriel and Beelzebub have to fear? Any meet up they were caught at could very easily be explained away. And honestly both sides have been fumbling trying to come up with plans - they weren’t paying attention.

At no point in his trial does Gabriel look nervous - he is very nonchalant about the whole thing because it’s whatever, they had a plan in place for this. He is no longer obligated to hold his position of power and oh? they aren’t going to send him to hell? welp he’s still leaving anyway.

Him leaving was just not acknowledging the problem, the system. He didn’t benefit from it anymore as he found something better, Beelzebub. So what was the point of staying and being demoted when he could just leave?

And the biggest and most important thing about all of this is-

They weren’t the first

no no no that goes to Aziraphale and Crowley.

Making choices and picking sides - things they were not made to do

6000 years of hiding their friendship - thousands of years spent worrying about being watched, about the other being hurt - thousands of years of living among humanity somewhat doing their jobs, mainly just enjoying being there and interfering where they could.

They didn’t get the privilege of knowing the loopholes between the two establishments so they made their own

Coming up with guidelines and routines so they weren’t discovered - that were then shattered after they helped advert Armageddon and were discovered.

and when they survived execution no one knew what they were - they had gone native

Completely intertwined with history and the fate of humanity - Earth was their home

They became each other’s World

they protected each other from Death

but all those routines and structures going away is jarring - difficult to work through

they are each their own character - with their own way of processing and doing things - thrust into a space that they may have wanted but never truly thought they would get. This is all a lot

All the things that Aziraphale has had to deal with are things that have never even crossed Gabriel’s mind - the guilt, the doubt, the uncertainty

4 years is not a lot of time to work through that really - not to them (not to anyone really)

4 years where they both knew it wasn’t over for them, for humanity - that eventually there was going to be another Big Event.

Fear that has never went away for either of them.

this is not a case of “oh Aziraphale and Crowley had over six thousand years to work on their relationship and failed, yet Gabriel and Beelzebub were able to work it out in four”

this is “they both had four years - Aziraphale and Crowley just had an added six thousand years of fear and repression to dig through”

Aziraphale went back to Heaven because everything is at a higher stake for him than it has been or will ever be for Gabriel - Gabriel gets the trial and Aziraphale gets the execution

Because the thing about Aziraphale is he cares - he cares so much about the future of humanity and his own future - which is not a bad thing

If there is two things to never doubt about Aziraphale it is his love for humanity and Crowley

But there was no choice in The Metatron’s “offer”however it was an opportunity

and he has just been “offered” the same position he just seen the previous holder get to go off together with his demon partner and no punishment.

Aziraphale knows what “big plans” means for Heaven, even if he didn’t know exactly what it was - he’s been on Earth watching them play out for 6000 years.

His goal up there is not whatever these big plans are the Metatron was talking about - he is going up there to change it (and is that such a bad thing? I mean we saw how he was with Muriel)

He is making the best out of getting backed into a corner - unfortunately it resulted in both of them him getting hurt in the process

but if there is one thing to take away from their last look is that although they may be hurt there, there is understanding and trust - and love between them

Going off was what Gabriel wanted and Going back was never Aziraphale’s choice to make.

so can they really be compared as the right and wrong when the circumstances around the situations were vastly different?

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ok I ran out of steam towards the end there and it might be a little incoherent but have a fun little headcanon to make up for it

you cannot convince me otherwise that Gabriel and Beelzebub don’t bitch about Aziraphale and Crowley - at the very least one of their meeting was just dedicated to bitching about the two of them

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mikami · 3 months

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"Did Light love his family?" Anon - Catch-All Answer

Since these are six asks that are all about in the same vein, I am gonna just put the responses into one post for organization's sake.

Light begs his father to kill Mello because he wants his father's death to have been good for something. Nothing pains him more than the idea of having let this happen without it even accomplishing his goal.

Light is the physical manifestation of the lost cost fallacy: he needs to keep going because he sacrificed too much to stop and allow those sacrifices to be rendered meaningless.

And Light rationalizes. It's one of his most prominent character traits: instead of acknowledging his own emotions, he tries to filter his thoughts into nothing but emotionless pragmatism.

This is consistently portrayed through the 'hidden eyes' visual key - Light is excellent at lying to himself, in his own thoughts, which is why Obata gave us this clever way of seeing when this is happening even as Light's own internal monologue doesn't reflect it.

I have an incomplete list of these instances here, especially as pertaining to his family.

Ultimately, if we disagree that Light rationalizes his feelings rather than allowing himself to fully feel them, then none of my arguments are ever going to make sense to you and vice versa.

As a short addendum, here's Ohba's own words on this chapter (HTR13 p.80): "Even if there was acting involved in Light's tearful performance, I don't believe the tears are 100% an act." (もし月の涙に演技入っていたとしても、100%演技の涙では到底ないと思います。)

Soichiro already made the eye deal, which is an absolutely horrifying sacrifice to have made. Light wanted it to be as useful as it could possibly be, in order to justify the magnitude of the price.

I hate to say it, but you're really gonna have to take this one up with Ohba himself. On Page 65 of HTR13, he literally says that he picked Sayu as a kidnapping victim because Light loves his family and wouldn't kill her. (Unlike Misa, whom he would have just killed in this scenario rather than letting the plot progress.)

The panel you are thinking of is this one, where he is panicking, but you're not putting it into perspective.

In a previous chapter (62) Ide was about to inform the whole police force that Sayu Yagami was kidnapped. Soichiro was about to agree to this.

If Light had let this happen, he could have killed Sayu without narrowing down the suspect pool at all. They already know that Kira has ties to the police. He would have removed the leverage the mafia had held against them and gotten off entirely scott-free.

He does decidedly NOT do that. It's LIGHT personally who stops Ide from giving him the perfect alibi. EVEN RYUK CALLS OUT HOW ODD THAT WAS AS A MOVE.

And sure, Light says 'oh yeah, now nobody will suspect us!!' but nobody was really suspecting them to begin with.

This is what I mean - Light never allows himself to just feel things, he always rationalizes himself to justify his actions to himself.

His father dying. Dude.

.... literally why would he? Like, even if they don't accept Kira they also pose absolutely no threat to Kira.

I've covered all of this above, but I am including the ask to say that yes, I've seen it. The core issue here is that we disagree on Light's relationship to himself - you take his internal monologue at face value, while I think there is ample evidence that Light manipulates himself most of all. (As made completely manifest in the Yotsuba-Arc where he literally mindwipes himself into an incredibly emotionally and physically painful experience just to use himself as a pawn.)

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