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Rachel Daly x Reader

New to the Neighbourhood

AN: Inspired by a conversation with @hernightsky over these photos 🫶

Pulling up on the driveway you took a moment to look up at the house in front of you before getting out, soaking up the moment you were finally moving in to your first home. You felt excited but a little overwhelmed with how quickly everything had happened and now you’re on your own, no more mum and dad there to help you 24/7 but you knew they would only be a phone call away. You’ve never lived by yourself before and now you have an entire building to play with! You had chosen a new build and had been involved with all the decisions regarding furnishing the property before you moved in; it was in a new residential area, a close with terraced houses in a square around the cul-de-sac. Everyone had brightly coloured flowers in their garden, wreaths on the front door and the neighbours seemed super friendly when you came for viewings.

“Smile!” shouted your mum suddenly jolting you out of your daydreaming about where you were going to put everything, spinning around you grabbed the SOLD sign out of the ground and held it excitedly for a photo in front of your home before slotting the key into the front door for the first time. Your parents immediately created a line from the van to the doorstep - your dad unloaded, your mum ferried and you put the boxes in the rooms they belonged in. Neighbours came and went wishing you well while welcoming you to the neighbourhood, one even made you cups of tea as you hadn’t found the kettle yet.. you knew you were gonna love it here. Your parents stayed overnight to help you unpack and settle in, the next day they left after helping you set up your bills and direct debits. You ordered a food shop and got to work with putting your own stamp on the property, driving to a homeware store and picking up the paint and wallpaper you’ve had your eyes on for months.

Sitting in the middle of your newly painted bedroom you worked well into the early morning to finish, you started to remove the rollers from your hair when you heard a familiar rattle outside. “Shit!” scrambling to your feet and throwing your robe on, you swiped the rubbish from the surfaces into a black sack and desperately tried to make sure you got outside before the bin men left, throwing the front door open in a hurry to see they had already turned the corner and were driving away. “Fuck!” you shouted into the morning sun, annoyed that you hadn’t thought to check when the rubbish was collected beforehand. Hearing a cackle come from a distance you squinted to see who was laughing at you, “they come every week yknow!” a sarcastic voice called from the other side of the close, shielding your eyes from the sun to see a figure standing in their driveway. “Yeah” you replied begrudgingly with a limp smile and a roll of your eyes, throwing the bag to the side of your garden before making a deflated walk back into your house. As soon as the door slammed shut your reasoning returned - your neighbour was right, they do come every week, no need to be upset about it.. it just felt like you failed your first task at being a home owner. Your dad always used to take the rubbish out, it was something you didn’t have to think about and it’s not your fault you didn’t know what day it was.

Calling out to Alexa to play your favourite radio station your anger soon floated away with the sunrise as you finished doing your hair and make up, hanging clothes in your wardrobe and picking an outfit out for tonight. Your friends were coming over for a house warming party and you had been keen for it to be a gathering with not too many people, you didn’t want your carpets getting ruined already! But your friends insisted they had to christen the moment the first of the friend group moved out of their parent’s house. You’d been saving up since you were 18 and because England has awful mortgage rules it had taken you over a decade to finally get enough for a deposit. So they’re right, you do deserve to be celebrated! This is a milestone not everyone achieves in their lifetime and you had worked incredibly hard to get here, especially on your own!

Turning up the music you danced around your near on empty house, cracking open a bottle of wine and finally feeling calm enough to collect the rubbish you’d dumped earlier in exhaustion. Opening the door to pick the black bag up you noticed it was no longer there, looking around to see if anyone had moved it the same neighbour from this morning approached you. “I put it in mine!” pointing to a wheelie bin next to her garage then proceeded to tell you how you can order one too from the council’s website; then I don’t have to remember to put the bins out – genius! You thanked her for the information and was about to close the door but she carried on talking to tell you about the recycle days, the nearest shop for milk, gave you the local window cleaner’s number and where not to park as some neighbours are territorial over parking spaces. “Ahhh, that may be a problem. I’ve got friends coming over for a house warming tonight” you pondered, touching your hand to your chin wondering where everyone was going to park. “Get them to car pool or use the bus, there’s a stop just around the corner. If you need to you can use my driveway, I’ve got work and won’t be home tonight” she smiled during her offering. Thanking her profusely you finally went your separate ways.

Some of your friends stayed over that night and as they were leaving in the morning your neighbour was returning home from work, giving a small wave to each other in passing your friends turned around to look at where your attention had turned to. Watching the woman unload her car with a large duffle bag, you and your friends ogled the mysterious blonde from across the road. “She looks so familiar!” one of your friends said as everyone else agreed. “We chatted yesterday and the whole time I was trying to figure out why I recognised her” talking quietly so you weren’t overheard by the stranger. “Maybe we went to school with her, could have been the year above us?” shrugging at your friends guesses you finished saying goodbye and that you’d see them soon, waving them off you entered the house to do the last bit of tidying they’d left you with.

Later on there was a knock at the door, opening it confused to see your new neighbour standing on the doorstep. “Hey! Just thought I’d bring something to officially welcome you the neighbourhood” she said with a friendly smile and handing you a bunch of flowers with a card. “Thanks, you didn’t have to but I appreciate it” you responded a little taken aback at her generosity; you didn’t think people still talked to their neighbours these days, especially a new person! “I’ll have to find out the vase from one of these boxes” you chuckled, knowing full well you didn’t have one - nobody had ever bought you flowers before! “Oh! You can borrow mine!” she said and before you could contest the offer she was already sprinting off back to her house, barely gone a minute before returning with a simple glass vase. “You have to snip the ends at an angle and pull the leaves off before putting them in the water” she must have sensed that you’d never arranged a bouquet in your life, probably obvious by the way you were holding them like a new born baby that had been reluctantly dumped in your arms. “There’s a sachet there to put in the water too, makes them live longer” she smiled but you could tell she was now anxiously waffling. You thanked her and swiftly closed the door, keen to not take up anymore of her time.. or yours. You don’t know this woman and if you didn’t cut her off who knows how long you’d be standing out there talking! You arranged the flowers in the borrowed vase in the kitchen and displayed them in your front room window so they were visible to everyone outside, walking through to the hallway your fingers tore open the envelope, trying to catch something that slipped from the card before it fell to the floor.

Hey [insert name here]

Welcome to the neighbourhood!

Here if you need anything!

Rachel x

PS. here’s a number for your wheelie bin so they don’t get mixed up!

Noticing she had scribbled her phone number at the bottom that became visible as the number sticker slipped out of the card, ‘I never would have thought of this’, you thought as you left it on the sideboard in your porch and went upstairs to run a bath. Flopping back onto the sofa an hour later and switching on the TV, mindlessly flicking through channels as you reread the card, your hands already holding your phone punched in the number Rachel had written.

Y: “(y/n)”

R: “Huh?”

Y: “Insert name here… it’s (y/n)”

R: “Ahh, hi (y/n). Do you know nets are see through when you have the lights on?”

Your eyes bulged out of your head as they suddenly flicked towards the window, scrambling in panic to pull the sofa cushions over the top of you. Coming from shared accommodation you had been so excited to get your own house and be able to walk around naked with no worries in the world that you had forgotten to pull the curtains! You’d dropped your towel when you were walking down the stairs and had been flicking between the kitchen and the lounge fetching snacks before your evening Love Island catch up. Laying on your sofa frozen with anxiety wondering how you’re going to move anywhere with no clothing in sight you took to slithering off your sofa and onto the floor, pencil rolling over to the boxes that hadn’t been unpacked yet. There has to be clothes in here somewhere! Finally feeling something fluffy and knowing it was the new blanket for your bed, you wrapped yourself up like a burrito and hopped over to the window, seeing Rachel at hers waving while in full fits of laughter. Wincing at your incredibly stupid mistake you snapped the curtains shut in embarrassment and sunk down the radiator onto the floor again - what a way to announce your arrival!

The next day you were hurriedly leaving for work, your alarm hadn’t sounded you awake and you didn’t have long to get to your job. Rushing out of the door in a chaotic whirlwind you pulled on your jacket and zipped up your bag when you looked up and saw Rachel working out in her garage. Your face quickly blushed red as you turned and slammed the door of your house with you still inside it. How can you live in a neighbourhood where at least one of your neighbours have already seen you naked in the first week of living here?! Peeping out of your porch window to see her sitting on the weight bench with her phone in her hand.. now is your time to run for it - when she’s distracted! Locking your door as quietly as you could you tiptoed over to your car, closing the door with a sigh of relief that you hadn’t been spotted when your phone pinged making you jump. “You know you can’t hide from me forever” turning to look out of your window to see her subtly tilt her head up to the sky with a nod of acknowledgment and disarmament, you sent her a nod back in awkward recognition before driving away. You spent your shift searching for new houses, ones far away where nobody would know you as the naked neighbour! “Is it too soon to move?” you asked in the cafeteria which was met by laughter from your work friends after telling them what had happened. They reassured you that it must happen to everyone at least once in their lifetime and told you to suck it up.

Arriving home to see Rachel’s car was gone you decided to start working on your front garden, safe in the knowledge that you weren’t going to bump into her this afternoon. Sitting cross legged on the grass and digging holes for flowers soon burned the hours away as you pottered around your garden making it look as lovely as the rest of the neighbourhood, you were able to relax knowing that Rachel doesn’t usually return home until the next morning and figured that she must work night shifts. That was until she did return home, much earlier than you were expecting! You had finished your garden and was laying on the newly laid grass gazing up at the sky when you heard the hum of a car drive into your close, sitting up to see it was Rachel and quickly flopping back down, closing your eyes hoping she’d think you were asleep.. or dead! Hearing the car door slam you held your breath in anticipation that she wouldn’t notice you but instead you heard footsteps getting closer along with small pitter patters, only opening your eyes as a you felt a tongue lick your face to see a small dog staring at you with its head tilted. “Who’s this?” your voice turned high pitch at the cute little floof eyeballing you. What a way to break the ice, she’s an actual genius! “Dexi, she seems to like you” she said sitting down on the grass next to you. “Look, it’s not a big deal and getting caught out has happened to all of us” she said trying to make you feel better, plopping the small dog in your lap to stroke her. Raising an eyebrow to question her statement, “really?” you asked, wondering if your friends were right that it does happens to everyone. “Well.. no, but isn’t it a good thing I told you so it didn’t happen again?” she laughed to herself, once again making your cheeks turn red in cringeworthy embarrassment. “Err.. I guess?” For all you know, there was only one person that knew what had happened, doesn’t mean anybody else had seen you and this woman seems like she wouldn’t gossip about it to others in the area. You spent the afternoon chatting on the lawn and playing with Dexi, the embarrassment was soon forgotten as you spoke about anything and everything. A few hours passed when a delivery lorry pulled up in front of your house and unveiled your new bin, Rachel was quick to her feet to collect it for you, wheeling it next to your garage and asking where your sticker was that she got for it. Pointing to the inside of your porch, “may I?” she asked while holding the handle, nodding at her in encouragement before entering your home and grabbing the sticker from the cabinet just inside the door. Crouching down to press the sticker firmly onto your new bin, she stepped back to admire her work and to soak up the adoration for her help and thoughtfulness. You spent the rest of the afternoon talking about why you both moved to the area, how long she has lived here, your mutual love for Love Island and all things reality TV. “What school did you go to?” you finally plucked up the courage to ask, assuming she came from the area. “Not one round here” she chuckled, inquisitive of why you would ask that. “Hmm, me and my friends swear we recognise you from somewhere! We thought maybe it was from school?” you laughed nervously desperately trying to rack your brain as to why she looks so familiar. The blonde shrugged her shoulders and swiftly excused herself after that, citing she needed to feed Dexi.

A few days passed you were making your dinner when the vase Rachel had leant you caught your attention on the draining board, looking out of the window to see her garage door open you decided to pay her a visit. “Hey! I forgot to give your vase back!” calling out as you approached the garage before popping your head in to see her counting reps under her breath as she lifted the weight bar, reaching 50 before stopping to talk to you. “Sorry, would have lost my place if I stopped” standing up to straighten out her top. “You didn’t have to bring it back, you might get more flowers one day” she said approaching you, scratching the back of her neck in a slightly awkward manner. “You’re the only person that’s ever bought me any so I don’t think it’s going to happen any time soon” you laughed nervously. “Ya never know though” she shrugged but took the ornament out of your hands, “believe me, I know” you insisted before excusing yourself as dinner was in the oven. Rachel asked what you’ve got so told her you had enough for two if she fancied it; accepting the offer cautiously, she’ll come over after she’s showered.

The doorbell rang as you went to answer it to Rach standing on the doorstep waving a bottle of wine around with a goofy grin. As you finished dishing up dinner, she took herself on a tour of your house even though it was exactly the same layout of hers. She noticed you still hadn’t unpacked everything and studied the words written on the carboard boxes – ‘costumes’, ‘plants’, ‘photos’, along with a few others before making her way to the lounge. Picking up the photographs displayed on the mantlepiece she studied them carefully, chuckling to herself at the one of you and your friends all dressed up in whacky costumes at a bar crawl in another country. You came in with dinner spotting her admiring your photos, “I need this story!” she exclaimed excitedly as she came to join you at the table. You ate and spoke about your girls trip to Vegas and how you came to be dressed up as a giant pea then moved to the sofa for this evening’s Love Island. Rachel told you how she’d lived in America for a bit and told stories about her time there whilst sharing the bottle of wine between you (and by share, she had one glass and you had the rest!) You watched the latest episode together, discussing who your faves are and who you think are snakey and after the programme finished Rachel said she had to leave early tomorrow so shouldn’t stay much longer. “Early shift tomorrow then?” you asked as you accompanied her to the front door, “something like that, I gotta go to Brighton” slipping her shoes back on you asked if she’s staying away tomorrow night. “No I’ll be home, probably pretty late though so don’t wait up for me” she winked in a jokey manner but it still made you feel a little flustered as she waved goodbye.

Over the coming weeks you and Rachel became closer friends, she had come round to help you unpack the rest of your boxes and had helped paint and decorate your spare room. Running around B&Q like children taking it in turns to push each other on the trolley turned into a bi-weekly activity to choose the bedding, lighting and paintings to add the final touches on the room. It had become a regular evening ritual to watch Love Island together when she was home and you found yourself missing her when she was away for work. You certainly didn’t think you’d end up being firm friends with one of your neighbours so quickly after moving in but you were grateful for the familiar comfort of someone you get on so well with on your venture alone.

Waking up late had become a frustrating habit of yours lately, it seemed that since moving out your routine was all over the place, once again rushing out of the door to get to work in time. Only this time, you’d forgotten something.. realising after the door slammed behind you that you hadn’t picked up your keys! Just like you did a few months ago when you moved in, screams exited your mouth and travelled up towards the sun coupled with your foot landing heavily onto your front tyre in frustration then sulked over to your friend’s house, ringing the doorbell hoping Rachel was awake. It didn’t look like she was as when she answered the door her hair looked dishevelled like she’d just woken up, Dexi under her arm whined for cuddles from you as you told her what had happened and asked to borrow her phone. The blonde invited you in and unlocked her phone for you to use as she went to get dressed, Dexi stayed with you as you stroked away the anger. While you waited for your mum to finish work to bring you the spare key she offered you a cup of tea, leading you out to her much bigger garden than yours to drink it. “Omg you have a hot tub?!” and just like that you’d forgotten your earlier woes. Walking up to admire the pool you dipped your hand inside to feel the warmth, spotting something else in your sight. “What the fuck is this this?” looking at a small looking pool with ICE written on the side. “An ice bath” she giggled watching you from the patio. “Why on earth would anyone need one of these?!” backing away from it like it was a deadly disease. “It’s good for you! Especially after working out!” she insisted. “Ah well, that explains why I’ve never heard of it then!” you laughed. “I could do a few sessions with you?” her words caused your face to screw up, that line reminding you that she really doesn’t know you at all. “I’ll just take the hot tub thanks” you said angelically as you sat back at the table with her. “Come over later then? Your mums here” looking at the alert on her phone that someone was at her front door.

“Am I underdressed?” you asked as Rachel opened the door to you in shorts and a shirt that was open and showing your bikini clad chest. Shaking her head with a smirk, “nah, you’re perfect” stepping aside to let you in, “you can jump in, I’m just watching the end of the football”. Deciding to wait for her you sat down to watch the end of the game, asking who was playing and making your lack of football knowledge very well known. As your friend shouted “offside!” at the TV a look of confusion wiped over your face, you had absolutely no idea what the offside rule was no matter (how many times someone tried to explain it to you – you just didn’t care enough to understand! “Who do you support then?” noticing Rachel took a while to pull her eyes away from the match to answer you, “well, Villa obviously – we live here!” she laughed, not bothering to ask you the same seeing as you’d made your disinterest for the game clear. You wondered why she was watching Chelsea v Tottenham if she doesn’t support them but didn’t dare ask, you didn’t want to be annoying so decided to go jump in the tub instead. Playing on your phone until Rachel made an appearance in just her bikini and shorts, quickly looking away after catching yourself looking her up and down hoping she didn’t notice. She did. “You can’t be awkward, I’ve literally seen you naked!” she laughed at your blushing again. “Don’t remind me!” your hand found your forehead in dismay, you’d actually forgotten that this is how your friendship started! “Didn’t fancy this one then?” she joked while sinking into her ice bath. “Nah I fancied the hot one” choking on your drink a little realising the sentence could mean the hot tub or Rachel, both were true regardless! “Who won then?” changing the subject quickly. “Chelsea, do you really not like football?” she asked. “I just don’t get it.. I went to the women’s final at Wembley last year though” you smiled, thinking that fact might interest her. “Really? You?!” she questioned with heavy sarcasm, she couldn’t imagine you at a match after everything you’ve said this evening. “Well my friends wanted to go and I thought why not, I didn’t have a clue what was going on but it was cool we won!” finally excited you could converse on something she was clearly interested in. “Yeah it was, I was there too!” she said, joining you in the hot tub. “Oh really, small world!” noticing a smirk on her face as you said that.

You’re not quite sure how the next part of the conversation started, she must have been trying to fill the silence.. to you it felt natural, being comfortable in silence with someone is truly a tell tale sign that you’re close with them but Rachel mustn’t of felt this way. “Have you seen the stars out here yet?” shaking your head in response to her random question. Being so far out from the city she said that you can see so many stars on a clear night, she loves sitting out here at nighttime watching them and gets sad when it’s cloudy. You shared your love for the moon, you’re a night owl and was excited at the prospect of seeing it more clearly. Looking up to see the sun setting you asked how long it takes for the stars to come out, kicking your feet out underneath the bubbles not realising her feet were out too as they grazed together. “Oh, err, sorry!” Rachel could sense your nervousness as you suddenly splashed your legs underneath you to sit them crossed. “It’s okay” the famous little smirk of hers shone through on her face - the one where the corners of her lips turn downwards slightly but the inside of her mouth smiled, an expression that is totally unique to her. Moving her arm around the back of you and balancing it on the edge of the tub she effortlessly scooched closer at the same time making your heart beat faster, trying to control your breathing hoping she wouldn’t notice it had accelerated into sharp intakes of breath.

Your weeknights had turned into a regular combination of Love Island and hot tubs, weeks passed by where you and Rachel’s friendship had grown closer and closer. Always in one of your houses together except when either of you had work, you’d even let Rach try to teach you the rules of football – she found a method to explain it in a way that makes sense to your brain.. it was either that or the fact you actually wanted to listen to the words coming out of her beautiful mouth.

Wolf whistles echoed around the block as your neck snapped to turn to the only place they could be coming from. It was the hottest day of the year and you were outside washing your car in your casual summer attire – an oversized check shirt that fell lower over your legs than the little denim shorts you’d become accustomed to in this weather, you’d unbuttoned your shirt in the heat and it was now barely hanging on to your arms. When you dried the water droplets on the bonnet so you could see your face in it you turned to lean up on your car like all the hot girls do in the music videos, your foot leant up on the grill and your arms folded as you looked over to Rachel standing in her garage door frame. Your tongue poked into your inner cheek before sliding out the corner of your mouth in a suggestive manner spotting her bare shoulders and arms you could hardly contain yourself. The flirting had become an expected part of your days and even though neither of you had ever said anything, it was obvious that there was something between you. “You done your work out yet?” you called over to her, watching her shake her head teasingly before replying to you, “why, do you wanna watch?” turning her back to face you as she loaded up her bars with weights. The offer was irresistible, especially as you knew ice baths and hot tubs always come after work outs! “Mayybeee” your word elongated as you swung on the door frame to the garage in a giddy way, watching her lie down on the bench as she started her reps and waiting for her to invite you in.. not that you needed permission anymore! Rolling out your chair for the hour you plopped yourself onto the exercise ball and wiggled your bum around as it moved across the floor. You’ve always had trouble sitting still but the bounciness of the ball kept you entertained for a while as you flicked through your phone. “Why don’t you work out?” she asked through heavy breaths as she neared the end of the reps on her first station of the day. “Why would I want to do that on purpose?” you answered bewildered as to why anyone would voluntarily put themselves through that. “So your body is strong?” was one of her reasons before listing off a few others. Giving in to her petty argument you decided to give her what she clearly wanted, “babes if you wanna watch me sweat you just gotta say” your voice turned cocky as you waltzed over to the treadmill at the opposite side of the room, noticing she moved stations to where the dumbbells were which was conveniently in front of a mirror so she could watch you.. even though she insisted she wasn’t! You can always feel if someone is watching you whether your back is turned or not and decided to play with her a little, taking your shirt off and throwing it into the corner of the room as you picked up pace. Rachel was watching you intently through the mirror, fixed on how your ponytail bounced with each step or how your shorts had risen higher up your legs.

You felt Rachel approach you from behind, coming to the side of the machine and leaning her arm up onto the display. “Do you like women (y/n)?” she asked maintaining eye contact as you continued to run. Her eyes tried to fix on yours like she was trying to read what you were going to say before it’s even been said, unable to avoid flicking between your face and your bikini clad chest bouncing in time with your pony tale. Biting her lip at the thoughts in her mind of wrapping her fist around your hair and pulling those shorts off of your cute body. “Are you dumb?” your tone sounding a little more harsh than intended, “I’m literally on this thing in a fucking bikini waiting for you to throw me across this room!” Rachel snorted at your sudden explosion of honesty, “so that’s why you don’t work out! You’re a pillow princess!” she teased causing you to slam your hand onto the display to stop the treadmill, letting it slip you off the end with your arms folded. “Say that again, I dare ya” you egged her on by getting up in her face as you said that, willing her to take you and take you now! If not to the bedroom at least to be dumped in the hot tub! She’d barely batted an eyelid when her sudden movements caught you off guard, throwing your body over her shoulder she pulled down the garage door and carried you up stairs, slapping your butt then threw you down the bed, pinning your arms to the mattress beneath her, “that’s why I work out!” her cocky voice made you wince, releasing months of worked up sexual tension in a night of passion.

A few days later you were putting your bins out when you heard drilling come from the other side of the block. “Oi oi!” calling out as you approached the garage, Rachel appeared within seconds holding a drill in one hand and leaning up on the frame with the other. Blowing the tip of her drill like she’d just shot someone with a gun. “Hey sexy” she leant down to kiss you with as much passion as you shared the other night, “come for round two have ya?” smirking as she pulled you into the garage. “Are you gonna put that down first?” cautiously nodding towards the electric tool still in her hand. As she bent down to place it on the ground your eyes were drawn towards the wall where she had been hanging things up. Spotting your gaze fixed on the frames her breathing stopped in anticipation of the next thing to come out of your mouth. Your eyes glanced from shirt to shirt with DALY written on the back of every single one until your brain clicked all the pieces together. “Rachel Daly! “That’s why I recognised you! That’s why your shifts are all over the place!” your hands clapped over your mouth as her facial expression stayed neutral waiting for you to finish gawping. “I prefer people get to know me before the footballer” she said with nervousness tinged in her words, “I prefer people get to know me before they see me naked!” you laughed, slapping her shoulder which showed absolutely nothing had changed. “Tell me about them” taking her hand and standing in front of the first shirt with her, the one that looked the most faded and aged. “You’re actually interested?” her arm draped over your shoulder, using her other hand to softly swipe the beach wavy hair from your eyes. Looking up at her you nodded enthusiastically as she started to talk about her life you knew nothing about, “well this one is from Leeds, they were my first team when I was 15..” she started her story which lead well into the night, you listened intently the entire time, intrigued with the life that she had felt compelled to keep hidden.

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Welcome To:

Forbidden-Sin-Bin’s Masterlist of… Masterlists

Here you will find links to ALL of my works. Take a look if you’d like and enjoy reading! As of right now… it’s literally just Eminem lmao

(Anything underlined are direct links to my works!)

(NSFW fics will be labelled as such)

Last updated: 03/03/23

Marshall Bruce Mathers III, AKA. Eminem

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By Your Side

Rating: M and E for Mature and Explicit

Warnings: Mental health, trauma, violence, profanity, slurs, mentions and depictions of drug abuse, graphic depictions and mentions of abuse/toxicity, and eventual sexual content.

Notes/Keywords: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Idiots In Love, Idiots To Lovers, Coming Of Age, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Relationship, Eventual Smut, Reader Needs Therapy, Poor Life Choices, Friends First And Foremost, Fucking Comes Later, Eventual Healthy Relationships, Keyword: Eventually

Status: Ongoing

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***Heat

Summary: Your love for each other is feral.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT. VERY FILTHY SMUT. Mentions and descriptions of a panic attack/dissociation and self-deprecating thoughts.

Keywords: Plot what plot/P*rn without plot, sexual content, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, DFAB!Reader, unprotected sex, established relationship, Oral (receiving and giving), DOGGYSTYLE, PRONEBONE, breeding kink, slight choking, insult flirting, Author is going to hell and it’s partially the Tumblr fam’s fault.

Status: Posted

Shoutout

(Requested)

Summary: After being together for so long, somehow evading the world for years, Marshall decides to take the big reveal of your relationship into his own hands.

Rating: General

Warnings: None.

Keywords: Fluff, Rock n Roll hall of fame ceremony, established relationships, author blames the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame ceremony for this

Status: Pending

Filter

(Requested)

Summary: After being hired to do a photoshoot for Eminem’s album, Recovery, the two of you seem to just click like a camera.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Keywords: Photographer!Y/N, fluff, flirting, photoshoot, 2010!Marshall, hey Alexa play Filter by Jimin, sexual tension go brrrrrr-

Status: Pending

***Purr Kitten

(Requested)

Summary: He would get down on his knees for you; Anytime, anywhere. Because you would do the same. It’s about time he gives you the worshipping you deserve.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Filthy smut (oral, female receiving) Thirsty fuckers beware

Keywords: Smut, oral, female receiving, established relationship, author is going to hell and it’s entirely the Tumblr fam’s fault

Status: Pending

Bury Your Face

(Summary:) Marshall’s always been the one who’s taking care of others; always being the leader, the dominant figure. But what happens when you, his significant other, take care of him?

Rating: General

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and outdated views on masculinity/femininity

Keywords: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, established relationship, EMOTIONAL DAMAGE, eventual fluff, remember kids: being emotional and empathetic does not make you weak or a target, anyways someone give this guy a hug, author is going to hell for being an overly empathic analyst

Status: Pending

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Wearing the Glasses

Summary: Just some ideas on what life would be like with him when he wears the glasses, those damn glasses.

Rating: General

Warnings: Very slight mentions of sexual content

Notes/Keywords: Fluff, slice of life, headcanons, established relationships, author blames the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame ceremony for this

Status: Posted

New Life

(Requested)

Summary: Hc’s on Marshall’s reaction to your pregnancy, all the way up till your baby’s birth.

Rating: Mature

Content Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnancy kinks (plus similar ones) and childbirth. Many, many implications of smut and sexual content. Rest assured there’s an equal amount of fluff that’ll disintegrate your jaw. Mentions of Postnatal Depression.

Notes/Keywords: Fluff, suggestive, headcanons, slice of life, established relationships, slight angst, jaw-necrotic fluff

Status: Pending

#sin bin masterlist #masterlist #guide #eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader

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verysium · 4 months

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That thought of yours about irredeemable Kaiser caught me thinking, he'd def chest on you and then manipulate and gaslight you into staying (possibly worse? cause my mind is going into some dark places).

😞 alexa please play norman f***king rockwell by lana del rey. cus he would cheat on you and then make you feel like the entire thing was actually your fault. the feelings of inadequacy are going to be so strong here. you'll end up feeling like you're the one who owes him something when in fact it's the other way around.

#asks #blue lock #michael kaiser

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cleo-serotonin · 8 months

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indiana evans’ rendition of no ordinary girl is objectively the worst. and it’s not even entirely her fault, they auto tuned it in such a weird way, by layering her voice a bunch. but like,,,,, if she can’t sing that’s not really gonna help. it’s just not giving the cunt ellie & kate alexa’s versions give :/

#girly did not hit a SINGLE note #why make Bella’s one character trait being a singer then hire an actress who’s not a singer??#also no hate to indiana i love her they set her up fr #also this has to be the only show where a different singer does the theme song each season?#h2o just add water #indiana evans

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renxfields · 4 months

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@xzagreusx location: Hakan's Christmas Rave notes: alexa play 'treat me like a slut'

This was as close to mortal as Renfield had ever been, the hollowborn had no powers, and his shape was... Stagnant. But with his suppressants the man's sanity had returned as well. Divided and split into a billion different directions by the Elder Evil that had sought to strangle the entirety of this realm with his form. Countless tentacles, one great mind. Ren remembered every moment and it had broken him as a result, but worst of all was that it was his fault. He had done this. His design, his machine, his arrogance had led him to being manipulated. Ren had even suspected that things were arry but he'd had such faith in his own calculations that he never imagined that someone else might have implanted the design, or a failsafe. If the Gods could knock on the door, then why couldn't they also whisper from the other side?

Truthfully Ren shouldn't have been here, a rave of all things was just a stupid party for idiots to get drunk and grind on each other. Here he was though, dressed for the occasion and hoping that there'd be one very particular person here. Seemed like the whole city had turned out, the size of the castle continued to amaze, each wing seemed to lead to another and then another. There, looking the way that he did, was Zagreus. Ren didn't know where to begin, what to say or how to say it: he'd ruined everything, destroyed his boyfriend's entire life and all of his friends. What was he supposed to say?

"Hi."

#zagreus #zagreusstarter

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aestheticsfandomsandmore · 9 months

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

Thanks to @fiercynn for creating this tag and for tagging me! Lots of love for you, honey ♥

Name and whatever you want to share about yourself

Hey! My name is Alessandra (I'm Italian); you can call me Ale, Alex, Alexa, or just Giandra (my nickname); my pronouns are she/her. I'm 22 years old, I'm bisexual (no matter what your gender is, I'm gay for you) and aromantic.

Creative writing is my biggest passion. I also love reading and watching all sorts of stuff. Storytelling and character writing will always be my favorite thing to study.

I really care about social topics such as feminism, the LGBTQIA+ community, racism and poc communities cultures and issues, ableism and disabilities (right now, I'm specifically discovering the world of neurodivergences, as I suspect I may be ADHD), classism and all things related to these matters.

No judgment over fictional tastes will ever come from this account; however, you will be judged, and blocked, the moment I see you discriminate someone else, may it be over fandoms issues or real life issues.

When did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

July 28-30th, 2022. I watched the first five episodes in one go (in one night!) and then watched the next seven in the next few days (I had to study in between, or I would have binged it in less than 48 hours).

I joined the fandom pretty much immediately? The moment I watch or read something, the first thing I do is going on Tumblr to search for content and other people's reactions. So I entered the Bad Buddy fandom as soon as (actually, even before) I finished watching the show.

Favorite ship(s)

PatPran. Pat and Pran are my 2nd favorite otp between ALL the otps I've ever had (and I've been a professional shipper since I was, like, ten years old).

I love InkPa too, though. They're so soft and amazing and I love them as individual characters. If PatPran weren't in the show, or if they had been written and/or played differently, InkPa would have stolen all my attention, to be honest.

Favorite character(s)

Pran. I don't have enough energy to elaborate right now; it couldn't be anyone else but him.

Favorite episode(s)

Episode 5 and episode 11, but to be honest I love pretty much all the episodes immensely. I guess my other faves are episode 8 and episode 4.

Favorite scene(s)

My favorite scene in the entire show is the rooftop kiss in episode 5, but my favorite PatPran moment is the balcony scene in episode 8.

One thing you would change about the show if you could

Oh, well. I would definetely have the whole Wai-curtain drop thing be handled differently. I love Wai! And I think that what he did was totally IC (and Bad Buddy being set in a universe without homophobia doesn't make it as bad as it could have been otherwise), but I think the narrative needed to be more clear about who was at fault there (definitely not Pran).

I wanted Ink and Pa to kiss. They deserved it.

I wanted tongue (or at least... Idk... open mouths?) in PatPran's beach kiss. (I wanted the scene where Pran bit Pat's lip that was filmed but that they chose not to have in the actual show; what a shame.)

I wish they didn't add the cringey, unrealistic crime subplot in ep9; like, I'm even okay with Pat getting shot, but everything that followed should have been handled differently.

What are some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

Oh, God. This is hard.

FAN FICTIONS

Just to be fair, I'm going to link my AO3 bookmarks page, because all the stories I bookmarked are amazing and they deserve to be here. I'll try listing a proper top 5, but I'll be definitely forgetting a lot of amazing fan fictions, not to mention I'm currently trying to read all Bad Buddy's fics starting from the very bottom of the AO3 section, so my bookmark page will be updated constantly.

The Fine Line Between Hormones and Home

traffic was slow for the crash years

Dynamic

Hands on My Body

I'll fight their doubt and give you faith

(+bonus) Don't worry

VIDEO EDITS on YT

My all time favorite one was tragically deleted a couple of months ago; my top3 is currently this one:

Message in a bottle

Heat Waves

Gives you Hell

(+bonus) A Thousand Years (currently not up on YT, but will be again soon, and then I will link it)

Needless to say that there are so many more I'm in awe with, but then the list wouldn't end, so I just had to choose some favorites.

VIDEO EDITS on IG

Don't blame me

The 7 things I hate about you (version 1 and version 2)

Loverboy

Just keep breathing

Atlantis

(+bonus: this is really just a love letter to the show and it hit close to my heart)

There are a couple others about them as individual characters and of InkPa that I really loved too, but to avoid listing too many I'll just link my saved posts on IG.

FANARTS

There are countless amazing fanarts of Pat and Pran, but my favorite BB artist is probably @hereforlou, because her style is just too cute to be true and her portrayal of the characters is always so IC.

(If you create fanworks) What are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

I made five video edits focused on Bad Buddy, but I don't really like any of them, except maybe this one, which is some sort of tribute I made to the show as a whole.

I made tons of mep parts focused on Bad Buddy/which included Bad Buddy; I made more than 100 parts since I've started video editing about two years ago, and at least 60 of these have something related to BB in them; the point is that I only really like few of them. One day I will upload a collection with just my favorite parts and I'll get back here to link it.

I wrote five PatPran fan fictions in English (although I only actually like three of them) and five PatPran fan fictions in Italian. My favorite in English is I wish I were her; I'm kinda proud of this one, to be honest!

A song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

I PatPrannize every song I listen to... literally so many songs have me screaming 'Oh my God, this song was written for them!'.

Some classic forbidden love songs like Rewrite the stars or Secret love song, one that's super sweet and I think captures PatPran's spirit a lot is also Enchanted, then you have Angel, baby which also fits them a lot, Exile is also very PatPran coded, a lot of angsty songs are made for them, in all honesty.

Idk anything else you want us to know?

Yes: I've been obsessed about Bad Buddy since the day I watched it for the first time and have never been able to recover since then. Also: I loved the OS2 special episodes.

#bad buddy #patpran #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #bbts #pat x pran #pran parakul #pat napat jindapat #gia talks about bad buddy #bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes with the family of destruction kids and their friends-

Leon: Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

Drew: Its just a group shopping trip...

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Leon: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

Cassie:....

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Leon: Rules are made to be broken.

Drew: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Cassie: Uh, piñatas.

Rhea: Glow sticks.

Finn: Karate boards.

Alexa: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Leon: Rules.

Drew:

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Cassie: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Drew: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Finn: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Drew, learn to listen.

Rhea: What if it bites itself and I die?

Leon: That’s voodoo.

Alexa: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Drew: That’s correlation, not causation.

Rhea: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Leon: That’s kinky.

Cassie: Oh my God.

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Leon, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Drew: Hey.

Cassie: Hi.

Rhea: Hello.

Finn: Hey!

Leon: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Alexa: We were out of Doritos.

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Drew: Bye Leon! Bye Cassie! Bye Rhea! Bye Finn! Bye Leon!

Rhea: You said ‘bye Leon’ twice.

Drew: I like Leon.

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Drew: What’s something you guys are better than Leon at?

Cassie: Mario Kart.

Rhea: Yeah, video games.

Finn: Emotional vulnerability.

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Leon: You kidnapped Drew? That’s illegal!

Cassie: But Leon, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Drew, or destroying our dreams?

Leon: Kidnapping Drew, Cassie!!!

Rhea: Leon, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Leon: What, to kidnap people?!?!

Rhea: To work together!

Leon: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

Finn: Leon, we all agreed a celebrity is a not a people.

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Leon, banging on the door: Drew! Open up!

Drew: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Cassie: No, he meant-

Rhea: Let him finish.

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Leon: Drew isn’t answering his phone

Cassie: I’ll call

Leon: Rhea and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Drew: Hello?

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Leon: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Drew: Wasn't Cassie with you?

Cassie: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Leon, about Drew: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Cassie: Are we stealing them?

Rhea: New or used?

Leon: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Leon: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Drew: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Cassie: Smad.

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Leon: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Drew: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Leon: No! Four to five seconds!

Drew: Too late!!!

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Leon: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Drew: Twelve, actually.

Leon: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Drew: Yours!

Leon: That's right: no one's.

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Leon: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Leon: i became more evil if you’re curious

Drew: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Leon: i’m going to get worse on purpose

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Leon: Drew and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Drew: Sentences.

Leon: Don't interrupt me.

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Leon: I’m going to take you out

Drew: great, it’s a date!

Leon: I meant that as a threat.

Drew: See you at five!

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Leon: Is something burning?

Drew: Just my love for you.

Leon: Drew, the toaster is on fire.

#wwe #oc character #incorrect quotes #drew mcintyre #finn balor #alexa bliss #leon michaels #rhea ripley #cassidy michaels

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zendayastylefiles · 1 year

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Alexa deleted posts and unfollowed Balenciaga. In the case of a acamado like the Balenciaga one, can the celebrity who has a partnership with the brand break the contract and no longer be obliged to wear the brand’s clothes on the red carpet or does it depend on each contract?

I mean she has a very valid reason for breaking contract, if she doesn’t want her name or image attached to the scandal then they can’t force her to stay on board and they have no legal ground to sue her for termination of contract especially not for something that wasn’t her fault.

Brands break contracts all the time for valid reasons. Like Charlize Theron for example, years ago she entered a contract with Raymond Weil to exclusively wear their watches for over the period of one year. Long story short, she went to an event wearing a Christian Dior watch nobody noticed nor identified it until a luxury watch retailer clocked it and wrote an entire article about her wearing this watch at the event for their magazine. What happened is that Raymond Weil’s lawyers ended up seeing this article took it to Corporate and then determined breach of contract so they not only terminated her contract but sued her for $20 million. It went to court and the judge ruled in favor of the brand, she ended up paying them a settlement for an undisclosed amount of money.

A contract can be terminated if there is a valid reason to.

#Alexa Demie #Balenciaga

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ootori-sibs · 2 years

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Put a blade to my neck and call it a collar

Chapter one

Slight warning for implied mentions of sex (nothing even happens it's just referenced.

At the window of my room, the prince arrived. Dressed in nothing but his tight black pants and flowing white shirt, barely even laced up. He reached out for me and spoke, in that silky smooth, western european accent, "my love, I have come to see you in your most private hours."

I stared up at him, wrapping my blankets around myself as I wondered if I should dare to call the guards. A part of me, however, did wonder what it would be like if I heard him out. Perhaps he had information he could give me-

"Information? Pssh, that's not what he wants to give you." Kyoya rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his cherry juice he'd had put into a wine glass. It was around three am now, and he'd finished his homework, as well as the club finances for the week, so he was having some time to himself. He didn't think there was anything wrong with devouring trashy romance novels in the middle of the night, it's not like there was anyone there to judge him for it.

It was just getting good, but he knew that Tamaki had something planned the next day so he definitely wouldn't be allowed to sleep in as much as he usually would like. So unfortunately, he did have to put the book down.

Putting the book next to the others on the shelf, Kyoya decided not to read too much into his taste in fantasy romances. He liked fantasy before he befriended the human embodiment of the prince charming archetype, it wasn't his fault. He was not in the mood to psychoanalyse himself tonight, no sir.

Getting back into bed, he took another sip of his juice before turning over and getting all snug in his blankets. This was his favourite part of the night, when he got to relax and lull himself into the deep abyss that was sleep.

"Alexa," he activated the computer ai in his room. He wasn't sure how it worked but frankly, he couldn't care less, "play some white noise."

Now with his background noise, he could close his eyes and finally get some rest. He loved that feeling, the feeling of relinquishing control and slipping into his most vulnerable state. Oh how he loved it.

What he didn't love, was being woken up by the blonde idiot as he threw some clothes onto the bed. "Come on, Mon Ami! Get dressed!"

"Ugh…" he groaned, rolling over and pushing himself up into a press-up position before flopping back down, face buried in the pillow. "I hate you…"

"No you don't!" Came the chipper response from his best friend, the moron was now pouring some fresh coffee- Kyoya could smell it from here. "I had your maids bring you some choc ou pain, I know you said you don't like sweet things but you liked it when we had that sleepover so I figured why not. I've also brought some coffee flavoured crackers, I figured those would get you up and running."

"What the fuck are we doing that you have to be so nice to convince me..?" He pushed himself out of bed, blankets still wrapped around himself.

"Nothing too bad," Tamaki chuckled. He was dressed in a sky blue polo shirt with cream pants and a dark brown belt with… hiking boots- why the fuck was he wearing hiking boots?

"Tamaki," he frowned, reaching out as he's handed his coffee, "what are we doing?"

"Well, I was thinking about how we never-"

"Tamaki, cut to the chase. What are we doing?"

"I figured we could go camping." He shrugged, looking at Kyoya like he was expecting an argument.

"Camping?" Kyoya repeated, unsure if he heard that correctly.

"Yep!"

"Absolutely not." He sipped his coffee, standing up and glaring at the other boy. "On our own?"

"Well the entire club but yeah, on our own."

"We're literally teenagers, not only that, but we're always extremely wealthy teenagers- bar Haruhi, but she's a girl so it balances out." He pauses, putting the coffee up, "do you want to get kidnapped? Because that's how you get kidnapped, Tamaki. We can't go camping on our own, we'll all end up dead or worse. That's not to mention the fact that you expect any of us to have any sort of survival skills." Pausing again, he held up a hand to shut Tamaki up, "and don't bring up Honey and Moro's fighting skills, because they shouldn't be forced to protect us. They aren't fucking gaurd dogs."

"Aw, but I found a leaflet for a camping ground on the dinner table yesterday so I thought-"

"Who left it there?" Kyoya interrupted, annoyed that someone had stolen his favourite tactic for getting what he wants.

"Huh?"

"Who left the leaflet for you to find? Leaflets don't just appear in front of you, Tamaki?"

"They don't? But at school-"

"I put those ones there, you moron." He sits down, beginning to eat his breakfast, "it's the only way I can get you to do something."

Tamaki paused for a moment, blinking down at him in surprise. "You could just ask me for things, you know? I'm not going to say no."

"Whatever," Kyoya brushed him off, bitter about having to admit that he wants things. "Someone clearly wanted you to go camping, in order to make you vulnerable."

"Maybe," Tamaki shrugged, sitting next to him, "what would you prefer then? If you don't feel safe camping."

"I don't feel anything," Kyoya snapped back, huffing as he had more of the pastry, "I don't know, you're the ideas guy."

Humming in thought, Tamaki watched Kyoya eat for a few minutes before smiling. "Maybe we could go and have a picnic instead? No danger because it'll be in the middle of the day, and then perhaps we can have a sleepover at my place. How does that sound?"

Kyoya sighed, nodding and dabbing at his mouth with a handkerchief, "that sounds a lot better, actually. Where do you propose we go for the picnic?"

"Oh that's a good question," Tamaki hummed in thought, combing Kyoya's hair for him. "There's a lovely cliff in the nearby woods. We could go there?"

"Hm," Kyoya hummed, enjoying the sensation a little more than he probably should. Tamaki was a very touchy guy, and Kyoya had discovered very early on that he adored the attention, * especially having his hair played with. It was downright heavenly to him, he couldn't get enough. "That sounds lovely, do you think the others will enjoy it?"

"Oh Haruhi will, she mentioned liking the woods.'

There it was, the reason this lovely attention was now laced with shame. Kyoya's best friend was no longer single. Tamaki had a girlfriend.

Haruhi was a lovely young lady, of course she was. Kyoya couldn't help but be fond of her, she was perfect for Tamaki as well, and she was such a good friend. The only problem was that Kyoya had a jealous streak a mile long, so he couldn't help but feel pain when he remembered their situation.

Looking up at Tamaki, the sun streaming in through those golden locks and reflecting off those amethyst eyes, Kyoya's heart hurt. He was so desperately in love with this man, but couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't his place to see Tamaki like that. They were both boys, and despite Tamaki being openly bisexual, the boy was an heir, and needed a partner who could give him a child. Kyoya couldn't do that.

It was tragic, but Kyoya was okay with it.

Tamaki would never see him like that, and it was okay. Haruhi knew full well how Kyoya felt, and for the most part she ignored it. She never objected to the way Tamaki touched Kyoya near constantly, so Kyoya didn't feel as much shame as he would about enjoying the attention.

⁠♡

When they actually picked up the others, they'd been informed of the change in plans but thankfully not why. Tamaki had been smart enough to realise that Kyoya wouldn't want them to know he'd gotten nervous.

Tamaki was a good friend, at least that's what he liked to think. He could read Kyoya like a book, and he could read the other hosts just as well. The only exceptions to the rule were Mori and Haruhi; Mori because he never spoke, and Haruhi- well Tamaki wasn't sure about her, but she was certainly an enigma. He used this innate knowledge of his friends' inner thoughts, in order to help them and make them feel safe and loved. He's pretty sure that makes him a good friend.

They all sat down for the picnic and Tamaki, as usual, kept his eyes on Haruhi. He did find himself glancing at Kyoya quite a lot, making sure his buddy was feeling okay. He was a little worried about Kyoya, but the magane boy knew how to pretend he was fine a little too well.

That just worried Tamaki more.

There was something in the air that day, Tamaki couldn't tell you what it was but his stomach butterflies fluttered and it didn't matter if he was watching Haruhi or Kyoya. He'd long known that he was bisexual, but today seemed especially difficult for him. Maybe it was something in the brie, or the champagne the twins had stolen from their mother but Tamaki couldn't help but watch Kyoya a little more- did he and Haruhi wear the same lipgloss? He knew better than to ask, but he was still curious.

By the time they were getting in the limo to head home, his arm was around Kyoya's shoulders. "Do you want to come home with me?" Left his mouth before he could think about it. Luckily, Kyoya agreed and got into the limo with him.

Tamaki knew his father's code for getting the limo driver to put the window cover up, they were too much alike. Kyoya didn't realise what was up until Tamaki 's hand was intertwined with his. Tamaki hoped that Kyoya's heart was beating as fast as his own was in this moment. He leaned in, murmuring a prayer in French under his breath, Kyoya closed the gap and suddenly they were kissing.

His left hand in Kyoya's hair as Kyoya's right was on his back, Tamaki tasted that lipgloss for the first time, followed by the overdose of coffee on Kyoya's tongue. Tamaki was dizzy but he let his instincts kick in as he succumbed to his own desires.

Kyoya seemed even more into this than he was, hands slowly tucking under Tamaki's shirt, but that was where Tamaki drew the line. He gently pulled Kyoya's hands away and kept kissing him, noting the delicious sound Kyoya made in disappointment. Tamaki hated his father, for what the man had done to his mother, but he had to admit that he was a beautiful example of what not to do, and was self aware of that. Tamaki had been made to promise not to get too into anyone before he was legally allowed to.

By the time they got to the second Souh mansion, Kyoya was panting, that boy was so incredibly unfit and fragile that kissing seemed to tire him out. Tamaki found that strangely adorable, if concerning. He helped Kyoya out of the limo and up to the bedroom, letting him lay on the chaise lounge and catch his breath as Tamaki sat there in silence, trying to find the words.

"Did you… like that?" He asked, unsure what else to say.

Kyoya let out a light, airy chuckle, the kind where Tamaki couldn't tell if it was real or fake. "Well I kissed back, didn't I? Plus I thought you knew I was gay? Of course I'd enjoy a kiss from our resident prince charming."

That thought made Tamaki turn a fresh shade of pink; that his friends could view him the same way the girls did. That they could be attracted to him like that. He wasn't sure how to show attraction that way genuinely and not have it be an act.

"You don't have to act for me." Kyoya seemingly read his mind, always knowing what's going on. "I know what you're like behind closed doors, lying to me is useless." He was right, but the expression as he said it did something to Tamaki. He wasn't sure what had happened but something new had awakened during this picnic.

"I think I had too much champagne," he confessed, fixing his hair in the mirror. "I spent most of the day comparing your lips to Haruhi's."

"Well how does mine hold up?" Kyoya responded, seemingly not phased.

"Well I haven't kissed Haruhi yet- have you done this before?" Tamaki asked, confused by how casual Kyoya was.

Kyoya just nodded, "my first boyfriend had a fiancée, I know how to compete for a boy's attention."

"Wow, have you dated many men?" Tamaki didn't know anything about Kyoya's love life, he realised. It seemed rather interesting.

Shrugging in response, Kyoya offered once of his classic slick smiles. "Not dated, but I've kissed every non straight boy in our class- and some of the straight ones. It's a good way to get information, what can I say?"

"I can say quite a lot, Kyoya," he responded, "but all of it would make me a hypocrite."

Kyoya nodded and cleaned his glasses, "to be fair, Tamaki, you give the guests attention purely because you want them to be happy. I tend to be a lot more selfish than you are."

"You don't think I'm selfish?" Tamaki paused, curious now. He was under the impression that he was a very selfish person and that it was a known fact. For his best friend to call him selfless… it was a little bit of a shock for Tamaki.

"Why would I?" Kyoya sounded surprised that Tamaki would be confused by this, "look at you, Tamaki. Really look at yourself; you're undeniably powerful, you are the envy of the school and the most beloved of it as well. You could get whatever you wanted, so easily, but you don't." Pausing for a moment, Kyoya sighed and adjusted his outfit. Tamaki wondered if Kyoya knew he could hear the devotion in his voice.

"You don't take what you want, you use your power and abilities to create a safe space for all the women of the school, somewhere where the entire purpose is to make them comfortable and happy. You go out of your way to make other people happy, you do so much just for other people whom you have no business caring about. I don't think that's selfish at all."

Tamaki was silent, he'd never heard his own actions and motives laid out before him like that. The way Kyoya was looking at it, and the way it had been read into, it seemed to Tamaki like Kyoya had been watching him for a long time.

Possibly since they'd first met.

#kyoya ootori #tamaki souh #tamakyo #haruhi fujioka #ohshc

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guytheporn · 4 months

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Craigslist Personals Alternatives 2024

PornGuy, Whatcha Say Is The matter With Craigslist?

Everything seems good with Craigslist. It is still hella well known and for genuine is quite possibly of the most visited site on the globe. However, Craigslist isn't what it used to be and there are Craigslist-like sites out there by the boatload that have gone through the most recent couple of years taking all or the majority of its thunder.

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vickihinze · 1 year

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Speaking with Alexa by James R. Coggins

Speaking with Alexa by James R. Coggins When our daughter told my wife and me that she was giving us Alexa for Christmas, I admit it was the cause of some confusion. Entirely our fault, of course. We’re old and out of touch. Once we had clarified that she was not gifting us with a new granddaughter or a puppy or an endearingly named car, we were still a little mystified. We finally understood…

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#Aging #Alexa #Siri

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aeipathic · 3 years

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anyway i finished qi ye and uhhh i’ll be adding wu xi after i’ve finished writing this paper js

#; out.#did i waste too much time today and yesterday finishing it INSTEAD of writing said paper? maybe.#do i have regrets? no #i just. love one (1) little venom man #this is entirely alexa’s fault

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heffrondriving · 2 years

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oh don't mind me, just spent the last thirty minutes in the darkness of our dining room screaming my head off and jumping around like an absolute overwound moron at nine in the morning while watching btr's atlanta jingle ball performance livestream and now i feel like i just guzzled five million cups of coffee in one go and am ready to fistfight god in an applebees carpark, n e way how's everyone's day going (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

#I'M SO GLAD THIS DAMNT TYPHOON WAS MASKING MOST OF THE CRINGEY FANGIRLY MESS I HAVE DEVOLVED INTO EVERYONE'S STILL ASLEEP IN THIS HOUSEHOLD #I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD BREAKFAST YET JUST ROCKETED OUTTA BED ONCE I SAW THE NOTIF FINALLY FUCK TIKTOK MAN IG LIVE'S WHERE IT'S AT #THEY'RE WEARING BLUE!!!!! THEY LOOK SO WARM AND COZY NOW!!!!! OUR HOLIDAY DADS!!!!!!!#I CAN'T STRING ENOUGH BRAIN CELLS TO FORM A COHERENT THOUGHT EXCEPT FOR Y'ALL???? THEY KILLED??????#WARRANTS OUT FOR THEM FOR ALL THE RUSHER HEARTS WORLDWIDE THAT WERE ABSOLUTELY DEMOLISHED BY THIS BC I AM ONE OF THEM AND I LOVE IT #I FUCKING SWEAR I WEPT UP A RIVAL TYPHOON SEEING THEM PERFORM CALL IT LIKE I SEE IT....ESP *THAT* ONE PART Y'ALL KNOW WHICH ONE IT IS FRCCK #EVERYTIME THEY DO THAT BIT IN THE SECOND VERSE MY SOUL INSTANTLY ASCENDS TO HEAVEN;;; LOGAN FLOATING;;; THE VOCAL GODLINESS?????? HRUFHFJFH #THE ENTIRE SETLIST FUCKED HARD ACTUALLY BUT STG THEY COULD SING THE GIANT TURD SONG AND I'D STILL BE SCREAMING ALONG TO EVERY WORD GAH #THEIR DANCING!!!! THE HARMONIES!!!!! EVERYTIME ONE OF THE BOYS CAME UP TO THE CAMERA ANOTHER PART OF ME REGENERATED INTO A NEW LIFE AHHHHH #AND KENDALL'S SINGING PLEASE!!!!!!! THAT'S MY EYEBROW BOY!!!! THAT'S MY FAVE MANS!!!!! THAT'S MY AMAZING GRAMPA!!!!! I WANNA LISTEN FOREVER #ALSO I GOT TO WATCH MR. MASLOW DO ANOTHER BACKFLIP AND HELL YEAH MY MANS REALLY GOING SHITS OUT!!!!#ALEXA FANGIRLING FOR CARLOS IN THE CHAT LMAOOO SAME THOUGH HIS ENERGY WAS SO INSANE >w<#THEY REALLY GAVE IT THEIR ALL AND SO MUCH MORE I'M SO PROUD OF THEM IN WORDS THAT DON'T EXIST YET 💖💖💖💖#I JUST.DCMSF THIS? IDC I'M JUST SO HAPPY TO FINALLY CATCH A BTR CONCERT EVEN IF IT'S JUST IN LIVESTREAM FORM SEEING THEM IS ENOUGH <3 #SOMEDAY.........SIGH #I'M SO SORRY FOR YELLING SO MUCH BUT I;VE BEEN IN A RUT AND THIS INSTANTLY MADE EVERYTHING GO AWAY. DEPRESH???? AIN'T EVER HEARD OF HER-#ALL I EVER HEARD OF IS BIG TIME RUSH IS FUCKING BACK AND WE OUT HERE WILDING!!!!!!!!#okay okay sorry again i'll shut up now forever i'm just too overjoyed and excited and so insanely full of love rn and it's all btr's fault #i don't have rusher frens to freak out with so this is how we do;; thank u for ur continued patience everyone :'>#once i finish downloading this clip.....yohoho it's shitty gifs ahoy for everyone bc i still have SO MANY FEELS #btr #big time rush #do pretty girl don't speak #will delete?#been gone from this blog for a bit bc bad braim go brrr but i'll try to get stuff sorted out (for myself bc who's following this mess lolz)

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lumelton · 2 years

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Alright, I feel like discussion and memeing has calmed down enough. By which I mean I kept putting off doing this while it was relevant and, nearly three months after the initial outcry, I’m finally doing it. So that’s something right? Anyways, let’s talk about Archive 81.

(spoilers for season 1 of the Netflix adaptation and season 1 and 2 of the podcast, light spoilers for season 3) (also this one is really long, I think it’s good but just keep that in mind)

I was not a fan of Archive 81 when the Netflix series was released but through the online discourse I quickly determined “podcast good, adaptation bad” and added the podcast to my listen later pile. My family, around the time floated the idea of watching the series, I quickly explained why thing bad based off of what I’d gathered online and left it at that. Two months later they started watching it anyway while I was out of the house. Determined to prove that the adaptation had both straightwashed the lead and failed to adapt its proclaimed source material I decided to finally listen to the podcast.

I listened to the first season in a day, probably not the intended way of consuming the show but I did anyway. It was fantastic, I was taken by the world and the ideas being presented in the work. I watched the first two episodes that night and let me tell you, what? A huge part of the original show was the idea of layers of story, my interpretation of the first season hinged heavily on this. On the top layer was yourself, the listener, then Mark’s story of releasing the audio, then Dan’s of cleaning the audio, then Melody’s of recording it, then the people of the Visser building, and finally, the Song. Each layer gets weirder, more abstract, the people of the Visser blatantly discuss the overarching themes of the show and are weird actualizations of them. The final abstraction is just a melody, a song that speaks of such powerful ideas that it has the power to reshape the world, this song is being pulled out of a realm of truly abstract concepts by the Visser building itself and the stories told within. Every layer is trapped inside the story once they start to consume it because it speaks to them so deeply.

Let’s talk about the Netflix show. For starters the audience isn’t so involved, that’s fine, that’s even something that later seasons mostly drop. Second, the themes of the original have all been changed to the point where this isn’t the same story. Lastly, half the characters are unrecognizable and some have different names for no reason. What was wrong with Liam Davenport, I thought that was a perfectly good name. Why’s he Virgil now? Alexa is now Annabelle, which I do actually understand, it’s Amazon’s fault. I’ll talk more extensively about the changes to them and the rest of the cast after I quickly touch on the changes of theme.

(the following paragraph is the only time I will resort to swearing in this essay so that the true depths of my anger directed at the following change can be felt)

WHO THE FUCK IS KALEGO OR WHATEVER THE FUCK. They grounded it in demonology and witchcraft for no reason, the metaphor of story and art was beautiful but James Wan loves his Christian devils, demons, and ghosts, oh my! So much of the theme is lost in the clusterfuck of lore and history that’s entirely pointless. Why is all this bloated dog shit being stuffed inside of a tight story? I’ll tell you why, it’s because they had to make a 2.5hr podcast into an 8hr TV show because that’s what makes good bingeable content. That’s what all TV shows have to be now if they want to be popular, fuck making good art. Also Dan can just fucking leave now, just waltz right out of those big intimidating mental gates and have a nice little chat in a coffee shop away from Melody and all that drama. It would be one thing if he was talking with Davenport but he’s talking with Mark another level headed person who can give him serious advice.

On many other levels the adaptation fails to understand the very blatantly displayed themes from the show. The show doesn’t shy away from talking about themes almost directly with the audience, in what is admittedly my least favourite moment of the show the podcast addresses that audience, condescending on theories deemed stupid and generally dishing shit on some people, but this is blatant, barely hidden, and most importantly it’s doing something. Here’s a quick quote from the second episode “I’m interested the totality of human experience, and how difficult that is to stuff into a narrative. The ideas that can’t be expressed in language, how something greater than a story can shift the way we see the world, like, like calling someone by a wrong name so many times that it becomes the right name. So that they believe it.. The idea of the piece is to create music that can demolish barriers. And to get people to build their houses with the debris.” That’s it, that is a core component of the podcast, that’s what makes it what it is and it’s completely absent from the Netflix show. Added in are themes of family legacy which are over there in season 3 of the podcast but have no place here in season 1. The Baldung Witches are more of this theme of legacy and they’re replacing of the Cult of Purity removes yet more themes of no one really being good. Alright, now we can talk about what’s left of the characters from the podcast.

Melody, aside from being straight washed, which don’t worry, I’ll get to, is now an uncaring asshole for no reason who turns on her friends and barely cares about anyone in the Visser. Podcast Melody grew attached to the people of the Visser, she wanted to fight for them even though she was getting no material gain from it. And when she fought she was cunning, she outsmarted Samuel in their final confrontation and defeated an eldritch Leviathan, leading her to becoming a fearful and powerful force in the Unexplored Territory. To really put the cherry on the cake Netflix Melody becomes the antithesis to who she was in the podcast by becoming a damsel in distress, trapped in the Otherworld cradling her childhood memory of being abandoned by her mother. This moment resulted in the following comment from my mother; “Oh she’s like Will in Stranger Things now.”

I suppose Melody disliking the residents is reasonably justified because the people of the Visser are for the most part completely different, which is to say that they’re all members of Samuel’s cult now for no real reason. Jesse is Jessica now because a young black girl living in poverty is less threatening than a teenage black boy living in poverty. She’s also a sacrificial lamb instead of someone who Melody unnecessarily brings into this and ends up getting killed. Chris is really depressed and gets pushed off the building by a member of the cult, Chris who, while going through withdrawal was still cracking jokes and being at least interesting. Chris and his other nameless, lineless druggie friends are way creepier, made insane by the power of the mold in the Visser building. All around Chris is a lot less fun which is annoying because he was such a Character in the podcast, like what a guy. All the other interesting people in the Visser are gone except for Tamara who is the same but is now part of the cult and gets sacrificed by Samuel in Jessica’s place.

Speaking of Samuel he’s now just openly lying to people and whining and sniveling like a kicked puppy, instead of cleverly avoiding people by using the building’s free flowing architecture and knowing how stories work and that this is a story so certain things are going to happen. The final confrontation between Melody and Samuel is one of the coolest in the podcast but in the show I can neither hate Samuel for his villainy or really feel like I can cheer for Melody because now they both suck. I don’t care about Samuel’s big evil plan because Samuel doesn’t know what he’s doing and not in the cool podcast way of “he can just barely begin to truly understand the implications of his actions” but in the “he’s an idiot who is trying too hard to act manipulative.

Dan has a tragic backstory tying him to the Visser building now. Why? (because they hired a popular actor and needed to beef up his role) He was just an unfortunate guy with the skills Davenport needed in the podcast, none of this family legacy bullshit, same goes for Melody really. I’ve already touched on the Baldung Witches aspect of this but it bears repeating, the Cult of Purity which they replace was explicitly villainous, they are one of the main antagonists of season 3 and are consistently described as extremists. In the Netflix show, the witches burned down Dan’s house killing everyone in his family but him. This is barely a twist and doesn’t play any real role in whether or not Dan trusts them because now they’re out of time and they need to wrap it all up with a nice cliffhanger.

I’m not going to talk about Alexa/Annabelle, her remaining gay, her character “arc”, or the fact that she does nothing for 30 years but paint in a mental hospital while seemingly having full mental function, because that would take up a whole new essay.

That leaves us with one last thing to talk about. Melody Pendras and her straight washing. Like so many of the other changes I’ve discussed this comes from an attempt to appeal to the general public with a nice straight relationship between the two leads. Dan falling in love with Melody serves as essentially his only motivator for doing the ritual and venturing into the Otherworld to rescue her. Their relationship bends space and time and while yes, time travel does briefly feature in the podcast this just comes across as a failed attempt to make the plot seem so confusing that you can’t understand it, let alone find any holes. This fails rather spectacularly and just become annoying. Enough said about the weird time mechanics of the show. Of course, I’d be remised not to mention the brief plotline where Samuel attempts to woo Melody, though this is so quickly dropped it seems like the writers must have had at least some self awareness.

So there you have it, the issue with the Netflix adaptation of Archive 81 is that it attempts to appeal to a large audience like the directors other projects do. This is something that the source material never does, as it always tries to find new and interesting stories to tell in a narrative that remains malleable and tonally distinct between seasons. Netflix tried to take a bunch of their most popular shows and weld them into a cohesive series but ended up with project that has an artistic sheen but no real core. It’s almost funny looking at season three of the podcast as a commentary on the Netflix adaptation, especially the finale, though I’ll give no further spoilers. Netflix also rather hilariously represents LMG which might be another reason why they failed in adapting so many themes.

Thanks everyone for sticking with me through this rant. I hope you enjoyed.

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 303: And What, Pray Tell, Is a “One For All”

Previously on BnHA: The Todorokis (really just Enji) looked at their children and went “how can we screw up all four of them in uniquely different ways” and proceeded to do just that. Touya was all “just because practicing how to set myself on fire better hasn’t worked to win my dad’s affections YET doesn’t mean it will NEVER work”, because child logic. Turns out setting oneself on fire real hard isn’t so effective at winning affections, but is actually incredibly effective when it comes to burning oneself to death, so there’s that. Back in the present day, the Todorokis basked in their various misplaced (again, except for Enji) feelings of guilt, and were all “anyway but get over yourself already Enji, you still have to do something to stop this kid”, and Shouto was all “I’ll help too”, and Enji was all “(╥_╥)”, and Hawks and Jeanist were all “[surreptitiously listening in from outside the door]”, and that’s basically where we left off.

Today on BnHA: Hawks and Jeanist are all “mind if we join you on this family journey?” and proceed to stroll in uninvited with their puns and their perceptive insights. Hawks is all “so to sum everything up, we’re fucked, but at least you have us here to help you out! by the way, no clue why I’m the first person to ask this in three hundred chapters, but wtf is One For All.” We then cut to Deku, who’s still all “[(－－)]z”, and All Might, who is all “I’m just going to ignore the extremely loud racket going on right outside this room.” Which, btw, is happening on account of Bakugou, who is all “(╬◣Д◢)” as Satou, Tsuyu, and Mineta cart him away. Anyway so that’s a lot of antics, and also it looks like Hawks has gotten tired of the Todorokis refusing to put the pieces together on their own about OFA and so he is fast-tracking that shit. And meanwhile Deku is chatting it up with the Vestiges exactly like we all thought. And now we have to wait another whole week for updates on all of this. This really is not fair.

omfg lol

“our bad, we were kind of accidentally listening in on purpose.” like I said last week guys, no fuss. it’s a tradition

OMG

I am absolutely fucking floored. Hawks literally said that so casually that it’s impossible for me to rewrite it so as to be even more casual. that’s literally what I would write in the “today on bnha” section. in fact I probably will write that

(ETA: just for laughs I tried it and it really worked.)

a couple more things to point out about this panel:

“TOP 3” omg yes. more like “top only” at this point, honestly. interested to see how that goes

Hawks’s phone is freaking the fuck out about something, calm down there

I know this is a standard Jeanist hair-fixing gesture that he does all the time, but I can’t help but form hypotheses about this being a stress reaction because Hawks’s hair is making him internally freak out. Hawks, if this man tries to get you alone with him and some hairspray and a comb, please for the love of god do not listen to him. get out of there and call the authorities

omg Shouto’s face

okay confession, I wasn’t really sold on the whole “Shouto has a schoolboy crush on Hawks” thing until exactly now, when I became 100% sold on it. that is adorable

and heck with it, gotta show Enji and Rei’s reactions here as well because lol

“omg my son who’s not my son, and he just overheard everything about me being a terrible shitty father and person overall, oh and plus my actual-son set him on fire and called him out on a national broadcast. I’m just gonna stare at him baffledly.” versus Rei, who is all “hmm, who are these people”

so Hawks is all “I got released from the hospital after one day for some reason so I made Jeanist drive me around places while we talked about life” but uh, heyyyyy, what’s Rei doing

okay, uh

SO FUCKING FORMAL OMFG. “SORRY MY KID TRIED TO BURN YOU TO DEATH, APPARENTLY HE DOES THAT” REI NO IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT

HAWKS IS ALL “I’M JUST GONNA LAUGH SINCE THAT’S MY DEFAULT RESPONSE TO BEING PROFOUNDLY UNCOMFORTABLE”

let me tell you a secret Hawks, it’s my default response too. ahahahahahahaha oh thank god Jeanist is helping her up -- AND MAKING A JEANS PUN, OF COURSE. IT’S BEEN ALMOST THIRTY SECONDS. MY MAN WAS DYING

“WTF IS ILLEGAL DENIM” he’s talking ‘bout them counterfeit jeans, Rei. Antoine Bugleboy knows

THANK YOU JEANIST!! OUT HERE ASKING THE RELEVANT QUESTIONS

damn straight. we’re not gonna sit around waiting another 300 chapters for this information on this man’s watch

now Hawks is telling Endeavor he used to watch videos of him all the time, and calling him his “childhood obsession” I can’t

OH MY SWEET STARS AND MOONS

1000% CANON. “SO CLOSE...” ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU REALLY PUT THAT THOUGHT BUBBLE THERE AND EVERYTHING. “GOOD MORNING EVERYONE, SO JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN’T ALREADY AWARE, TODOROKI SHOUTO IS NOT ACTUALLY STRAIGHT.” HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I AM LITERALLY DUMBFOUNDED. THIS IS AMAZING

and meanwhile that look on Hawks’s face while he casually-but-not-really-casually-at-all asks this question. that phone app better be using his actual voice. I’m not sure I could take this scene in the anime at this point if it was like Alexa talking or something

that look in his eyes is basically saying that so far, based on the information he has absorbed up until this point, Hawks is prepared to view his former childhood obsession as a flawed but changed man. however I get the distinct feeling that depending on Endeavor’s answer now, he would be willing to drastically shift some of his opinions on him

(ETA: this is maybe my favorite panel in the entire chapter. the fact that his question isn’t addressed to anyone in particular, but his eyes are zeroing on on Endeavor. and the way his leaning-on-Shouto pose manages to be simultaneously nonchalant and yet ever-so-slightly protective. there’s so much going on in this one question and gesture and I’m mildly obsessed with it.)

however, Rei is all “that was me” and ONCE AGAIN WITH THE FACES IN THIS CHAPTER holy shit

Hawks definitely did not see that one coming sob. it’s so fun watching him frantically recalculate his ideas about this family every two seconds

DAMN IT HORIKOSHI I UNDERSTOOD THE PARALLELS ALREADY, YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THIS

yes, Hawks, you get it. it’s not exactly the same, but it’s close enough. though unlike your shitty parents, Rei and Enji are at least trying

OKAY I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WITH ALL OF THIS

fljkdlaskfjlwkjl okay we’re doing the bullet-points breakdown here

first of all, the fact that poor little Shouto’s heart is still thumping away at this proximity and all he can think is “CLOSE” all intelligently as he stares at him with that face omg

and meanwhile Horikoshi has these STRATEGIC BANDAGES WRAPPED AROUND HIS CHEEKS TO HIDE ALL OF HIS SHOUJO BLUSHING omfg. SENPAI NOTICED YOU SWEETIE!!!

HAWKS YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO OBLIGATION TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND OF YOUR LIFE WORRYING ABOUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES WHO NEVER SPARED YOU THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF REGARD OR CONCERN IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES. THE NICEST THING YOUR MOM EVER DID FOR YOU WAS BUY YOU A $2 ENDEAVOR PLUSH FROM THE DISCOUNT BIN TO KEEP YOU QUIET, AND YOU WERE SO AWED BY THAT ONE ACT OF SORTA KINDA APPROXIMATE KINDNESS THAT YOU SHAPED YOUR ENTIRE WORLDVIEW AROUND IT. PLEASE LET ME PICK YOU UP IN A BIG HUG FOR JUST A SEC, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND YOU WERE ONE THOUSAND PERCENT JUSTIFIED IN LEAVING THEM IN THE DUST THE SECOND THAT YOU COULD

but all that said, he immediately recognizes that Shouto would also have had cause to do the same in his situation, and yet hasn’t. and so he has that much more admiration for him all of a sudden, which is just super sweet, and fully appropriate. Shouto does deserve props. I’m choosing to take this as an “it takes a lot of strength to be able to forgive, and people who choose to do that even though they’re not obligated to are really amazing" type of thing, as opposed to “people who don’t forgive other people who severely wronged them are bad.” and if I’m wrong and Hawks’s line here is meant to be seen as actual failing on his part, well then fuck that, but we’ll move on

SO NOW, DOWN TO BUSINESS!

I am so, so curious as to what kind of strategy Hawks has for this (if he even has any), so I’ll just be quiet now and read

so Hawks is summing up basically what we already knew -- that Tomura and his inner circle (curious that there’s no mention of AFO, because if Hawks doesn’t know about him, that implies almost no one does) are still on the lam with a few PLF stragglers and some High Ends; that a bunch of prisons have been “liberated” (I assume this means all of the inmates escaped, so if that’s the case then where’s Kurogiri??); that the HPSC is fucked; and that heroes are resigning all over the place, and so civilians are taking matters into their own hands

OH DAMN!?

does this mean we’ll actually see some international heroes?? I will LOSE MY DAMN SHIT omg

(ETA: apparently people who paid more attention to the first BnHA movie than I did recognized the silhouettes as belonging to some background characters from Two Heroes. so maybe they were just cameos and they’re not actually new characters who are soon to join us lol. oh well.)

anyway so Hawks agrees with the other Todorokis that Endeavor has no choice but to fight

awww

DON’T WORRY ENJI THEY’VE GOT YOUR BACK. WITH YOUR FLAMES, AND JEANIST’S PUNS, AND HAWKS’S BOYISHLY GOOD LOOKS, THE THREE OF YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MINDS TO

so Enji is very pertinently asking why they’re standing by him in spite of the... [gestures vaguely to everything]

oh my lordy lord

Shouto you had better do something to combat this soon, or this man will sneak past you on my favorite character ranking after all. his face. his cheeky lil finger gun. the fact that he sums it up so fucking simply. “if someone is trying to do the right thing, I want to support them.” exactly. exactly

(ETA: and one last thing I love but forgot to mention, which is the fact that Hawks calls it a team-up despite the fact that he is clearly in charge.)

meanwhile Jeanist is all “as for me, at this point I just straight up don’t give a fuck”

I can’t handle how fucking cool this chapter is you guys

so Hawks is all “you good?” at Enji. and Enji...

if anyone needs me, I will be building myself a discourse-proof fort made entirely out of problematic characters. I don’t even care. I will go on living my life very happily in here

lol at Natsu being all “BUT DON’T THINK THIS MAKES US FRIENDS”

I’m living for this weird and no-doubt entirely unintended implication that Natsu and them all are gonna join in the fight with the rest of them. I mean, they do presumably all have very powerful ice quirks. and Natsu has medical training on top of that, and Fuyu is skilled at getting eight-year-olds to behave which could be a useful talent for dealing with Tomura hahaha I kid, but I’M JUST SAYING. who needs hero licenses anyway

OH SHIT FINALLY SOME DISCUSSION OF AN ACTUAL STRATEGY. even if it’s just a PR strategy

WHAKLHL

and now for some reason we’re flashing back to Natsu and Fuyu’s attempts to navigate through the media crowd outside the hospital

well I guess this is why I’m not the mangaka. if I were writing this I would have done something trite and predictable like using that “One for All” line as an excuse to cut to Deku!! as opposed to this entirely unrelated scene!!

seriously though why do we need to see this lol

no one in this crowd has ever heard of Alexander Dumas huh. or even the popular 2007 Disney Channel original movie, High School Musical 2

so now there’s an entire page of Hawks saying they need to know what One for All is, and Endeavor having one of those patented Todoroki WHOOSH realizations lmao look at this

just wait until this man figures out that one of the scrappy new interns he took on three months ago was actually the main character all along

SKDFIOHWIERLKSJGLWLK!!

NOW IS PROBABLY A GOOD TIME TO ASK MYSELF WHY I CHOSE THIS CHARACTER WHO KEEPS DISAPPEARING FOR SIX OR TWELVE OR FORTY CHAPTERS AT A TIME TO BE MY FUCKING FAVORITE. WELCOME BACK SON PLEASE DON’T SCREAM YOURSELF TO DEATH YOU STILL HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(ETA: can we just take a moment to appreciate how Bakugou even got so close to Deku’s room in the first place though. in this giant hospital with no idea of where to even go. does he have Deku Radar or something.)

YOU SIX ARE OFFICIALLY ON MY HIT LIST!! SPARE ME YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!! MY BAKUDEKU REUNION KEEPS GETTING POSTPONED WEEK AFTER WEEK!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HEROES WHERE IS YOUR CONCEPT OF MERCY

(ETA: btw just to be clear, I’m not actually angry lol; it makes total sense that they don’t want this rampaging feral toddler who was still in his own coma all of fifteen minutes ago to come and start screaming at the other coma child until he tears all his stitches out. if there’s anything we Bakugou fans should be familiar with by now, it’s being patient.)

also, Tsuyu wrapping her tongue around Bakugou’s still-healing torso wound absolutely can’t be hygienic at all. also wait is that Inko??

(ETA: pretty sure it is her. she got all of one line smdh.)

Iida is all “thank god Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight pulled through, I thought for sure he was a goner back there”

for the record this is actually really sweet to see how relieved he is. he’s one of the few people who saw the original injury close up, back when he was still at the battlefield and unconscious, so I imagine it really did freak him out quite a bit

JIROUUUUUU

“sometimes I just like to stand here and tug on my imaginary suspenders, what of it”

how come you guys get to loiter around Deku’s room but Kacchan doesn’t. god fucking dammit. AND WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

I BET KACCHAN COULD WAKE HIM UP FROM HIS COMA WITH THE POWER OF RIVAL INTENSITY!! BUT NOOOOOOOO, [is dragged away back to my fort]

OH MY GOD!?!

"this seems to be an entirely normal and above-board situation that we have just stumbled onto”

I see Jeanist comes from the Iida Tenya school of respectfully using people’s full names

Jeanist becoming one of the main characters is the best thing to ever happen to this series

EXCUSE YOU, IIDA

BUT I’M SURE HE’D MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR KACCHAN THOUGH!! [elbowing my way back out of the fort] HAWKS, PLEASE --

DON’T GO ALL OMINIOUSLY PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER ALL ON YOUR OWN GODDAMMIT

“there’s absolutely no way this angry wriggling shoulder burrito kid here could answer literally all of my questions, so I’ll just ignore him”

OH MY GOD WE’RE FINALLY CUTTING BACK TO HIM BUT THE CHAPTER IS ENDING

[jumps up, throws a folding chair at Iida and the rest of the gang, and then runs]

oh my god. actually this chapter was awesome. but I’m so fucking mad at this cliffhanger though lol

at least we got a couple of answers! and some hints and teases! poor Deku looks so worn out even though he’s asleep dlwkjl my little green baby. and is it just me or is his quirk activated?? All Might’s all “I can feel it” as if it isn’t obvious just looking at him, why are you trying to be all mysterious dude

anyway! so at least we finally have confirmation and a date for those vestige antics at long last. looking forward to meeting Mister The Fourth next week so we can finally ask him “hey dude, what the fuck”

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