#also he and his branding strategies can come and work with me. would make the whole think a lot more bearable.

[hubba1892]

"Ahh, Licence to recy - kill."

[rainbowsky]

In the last months I was wondering and being a bit preoccupied with GG not having new endorsements and losing existing ones. Also with him staying away from show appearances and now not going on any NY show. But the last couple of days I keep thinking that he’s trying to escape that “traffic star” stigma and keeping it low key. Even though his album broke any record there was ti be broken. What do you think of GG’s “behavior” towards the c-ent this past year?

Hi Karamelina2005 😊

If you're genuinely hand-wringing over GG's career and endorsements, I think that's a pointless waste. GG is doing exceptionally well. While he doesn't have as many endorsements as DD does right now, the ones he does have are dominated by luxury brands and high end products. He's also still one of the top people in the industry in terms of number of endorsement contracts. He's doing fine.

Frankly, when an endorsement of his doesn't renew I always assume it's because they can't afford him anymore. No one - no one - has the power to move goods like GG does. No one is even on the same continent when it comes to sales. Let me guarantee you he's one of - if not THE - most sought after brand endorsement contracts in China.

I don't know how long you've been around, but over time you'll likely come to see that endorsements come and go. It's a totally normal, totally routine part of doing business. Brands are constantly shifting their strategies and adjusting their audience targets, budgets fluctuate, etc. etc. etc. - all of this leading to changes in spokespeople. This is completely normal.

I also think it's important for fans to remember that GG and DD are not social media influencers, they're actors. Endorsements will never be the central focus of their careers, and if anything they're likely to gradually do fewer endorsements as their careers become more serious and more established. Fans should resist the urge to measure GG and DD's careers by endorsement contracts.

Artists in China are also required by the government to be accountable for the brands they endorse. They must only endorse products and services they themselves or close family members are using. Someone like GG is going to be very picky about which contracts he takes on. He's a shrewd businessman who cares about how he is perceived and what he represents.

Frankly, the kind of people who worry about this type of thing tend to be insecure fans who are trying compete to one-up other fandoms for whose idol has the most clout. It's incredibly stupid and pointless.

We don't even know the details of their endorsement contracts, so it's pointless to try to bean-count over them. What would you rather have - 10 contracts valued at $100K each, or one valued at $1 million? The amount of money might be the same, but the amount of work is dramatically different.

So I urge people not to worry about such things. We don't know what's really happening behind the scenes.

As for live appearances, he hasn't done a live NYE performance for years. I honestly don't know why people still insist on expecting it of him. It's obviously not something he's making a priority.

Why? Well, only GG knows for sure, but I suspect there are multiple factors at play. The traffic star issue is a big one I've talked a lot about in the past. Both GG and DD have been transitioning away from that perception and more toward the path of serious actors/performers. But there are other factors as well.

Given that he has his own material out now, and a license to produce live performances, he may want to save himself for a future concert of his own (we can hope, anyway).

Frankly he doesn't need to do things like that. He's one of the top stars in China right now, and scarcity seems to make him even more anticipated by audiences.

He might not want to deal with the stress and hassle of preparing for and doing a performance like that. There is a LOT that goes into those performances, and a lot of stress and unpredictability. The last time he did Dragon TV there were huge audio issues that almost ruined his performance. He hasn't done NYE since. (Before anyone takes that and runs with it and assumes that's why - we have no proof of that. I'm just saying it's a lot of work and a lot of stress and if you don't need to do it, why bother?)

I suspect that control is a huge factor here. He is in a position now where he can pick and choose situations where he has a lot of choice and power. Why would he go back into unpredictable situations?

He said in an interview a while back that he hasn't been doing variety show appearances because he finds dealing with people's expectations and reactions too stressful. It's possible that applies here as well.

He wants to spend time with his parents, relaxing and watching DD on TV. He rarely gets much time off, and I have no doubt that he wants to make the most of it.

In terms of 'attitude toward the industry', I think both GG and DD have been doing their own thing, focusing on doing the kinds of projects and activities they enjoy rather than chasing after every opportunity. Gone are the days when they'd be packing their calendars full of a wide range of activities of varying value and appeal. Their choices seem far more curated and personal these days. I talked about that a fair bit in the past, including recent posts.

GG debut anniversary

DD debut anniversary

DD Exploring the Unknown

GG and project choices

I believe they're both doing their own thing, taking their own paths, and working toward having greater control over their careers, greater control over their projects, more time for their private lives, etc. and it shows.

I mean, just look at GG's album release and it becomes obvious that we don't need to worry about his career. The man has - on top of all the big projects he's been doing with top directors and top luxury brands - been developing and recording an album of his own, completely on his own time and with his own money and team, without any of it leaking, and with the few melons about it totally not believed by audiences. That's a pretty big flex.

And the album has been a massive, massive success.

So yeah. Don't worry about GG. One thing you can be certain of is that he will always focus on what's best for him and his career, and he's smart and capable and surrounded by experts whose entire job is to support that process.

[holdmytesseract]

To both loki AU'S how are the kidss

Also if you can a fluff fic with tom (or any of his characters I'll leave it up to you :)) taking care of fem! Reader cuz she has exams and she's stressed out of her mind and isn't really taking care of her self and then he helps he study or smthn maybe cuddles idk

(My exams are starting soo ye-)

Examination Stress

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff! stress?

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Here we are, friend! Your lil' story! 🥰 I really hope you like it and... Good luck with your exams! 🤗

Day 4 of the Campfire Sleepover! 🏕

"Darling, can you help me for a second?" You heard Tom's voice calling out to you from the living room. "Now?" You called back; sitting criss-crossed on your shared, brand new bed. "What do you need?" "A helping hand!" "Okay, but now?" "Unfortunately, yes!"

You sighed and moved to stand up; quickly making your way down the hall to the living room.

Not even a month ago, you and Tom had decided to move in together and therefore bought your very own little house in London. Something sweet and cosy; just the two of you - and Bobby, of course. And with a new house, new furniture was needed. Therefore, Tom was busy the last weeks with building up some new furniture, while you studied for your final exams at University.

You literally jogged inside the living room; finding your boyfriend laying on the floor underneath the almost built up coffee table. "Okay, baby, what is it?" "Can you, uh, assist me? I kind of underestimated this table..." Another sigh left your lips. "Tommy, can't we do this another day? I really have no time right now. You know that I have to learn for my exams."

Tom didn't have to see your face to tell that you were maximally stressed out. He could hear it in your voice.

"Of course, darling, but don't you think a little break would be good for-" "I can't, Tom," you snapped; feeling the stress and pressure flow through your veins. You didn't have the nerves for this now. "Please make it work alone or wait until another day." Those were your final words as you stomped away; returning to your notes.

Tom sighed as he crawled from beneath the halfway built up coffee table. The handsome Brit got onto his feet; ruffling his short blond hair and adjusting his askew sweatpants. He didn't like this... Your high stress level and panicky demeanour. He didn't like this at all. His next mission now clear... Taking care of you.

Without wasting time, he immediately went to the kitchen to make you and himself a cup of tea. Once that was done, he grabbed your favourites cookies and finally paid the bedroom a visit.

Being the gentleman Tom was, he knocked, even though the door was open. "May I come in?" "Sure," you answered; not even looking up from your notes. Tom walked over and placed the two mugs of piping hot tea and cookies on the nightstand on your bedside. "Can I help you, darling?" "Um, I-I don't know, Tom, I-" Your boyfriend quickly sat down beside you and placed a hand on yours. "Let me help you, please?" His beautiful smile warmed your heart. You couldn't say no, and who knew, perhaps it was a good learning strategy. "Okay."

Tom helped you for over two hours; asking you questions and testing your knowledge. And once both your mugs and the cookies were empty, Tom stood up and stretched his long limbs. "Time for a break, darling. What do you say? Shall we go on a little walk with Bobby?"

You bit your lip; weighing your options. Your conscience screamed at you to keep on learning, but your brain was tired. Worn out.

"I don't know, baby... I should keep on learning..." Tom immediately shook his head. "No, my love. What you need is a break. You've learned for hours today and already the whole past weeks. I know this is a stressful time for you, but please... Don't overdue it. Allow your brain a break. You got this, believe me. You're the smartest woman I know. Trust your abilities."

Tom's words caused the gears to turn in your head. Perhaps he was right... Perhaps you truly needed a break.

Once more you sighed, but finally gave in. "Alright," you said and stood up. "Let's go for a walk." Tom smiled and took your hand.

After a relaxing walk; hand in hand through the Primrose park with your boyfriends sweet Cocker Spaniel, you felt so much better. The fresh air did you good. Tom could feel it as well. Therefore, he didn't let you go straight back to work, oh no... He snuggled up with you on the sofa; just cuddling and kissing.

"Thank you for helping me, baby. And for taking care of me. I needed this." Tom smiled; kissing the tip of your nose. "I know, love - and you are very welcome. I'll always take care of you and make sure you're alright."

You nodded; cuddling closer against his chest. "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I didn't mean that. I am just... so stressed." Tom wrapped both his arms tightly around you. "Don't worry about it, darling. It's already forgiven and forgotten." You smiled; feeling better than ever. Warmth spread throughout your whole body.

"I love you, Tommy." You could feel Tom's lips pressing a kiss against your forehead. "I love you, too, darling."

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[darcytaylor]

As someone with ADHD, like Luke, and the rejection sensitivity and anxiety that comes with it, I don’t have public social media profiles. So on one hand, I have some empathy for him. I really understand the low self-esteem, high levels of self-criticism, people pleasing tendencies, overwhelm, executive dysfunction, and stress. But he chose to go into film/ TV acting rather than theatre, knowing that the recognition and scrutiny that comes with it would be worse. He chose to go into acting even though it’s known that rejection is a huge part of the job. He has chosen to keep social media. He could have totally deleted all of his profiles when he deleted Twitter. Many actors aren’t online, including his own cast mates. I find it hard to believe that he solely kept it to please the fans, since he doesn’t post snippets of his life like he once did. He also chose to share that his profile is just for work now. Yet, he has been caught liking his girlfriend’s photos within minutes, even though he has a private account to do that, while Nicola posts about Bridgerton and he can’t even be bothered to throw her a like or a comment- let alone posting something himself. It’s been months of this. If he’s already online, it doesn’t take a lot to screenshot a news headline and share it to his story with a “thank you, these numbers are incredible”. So, on the other hand, I understand where the frustration is coming from. Is this a work account or not? The timing of some of those online-but-not-for-Bridgerton incidences coupled with the timing of the InStyle and premiere stunts was not a good look. It makes him seem ungrateful and like he wants nothing to do with the show. It’s his bad luck that Nicola is the internet’s darling. He won’t ever have her social media savvy and I do feel for him there. She outshines him in interviews and online. But the bar is really on the floor for him and a lot of fans are handling him with kid gloves (not you by any means). A lot of the criticism he’s facing is fair. He’s in an overwhelming situation right now, but he has the financial means to tackle it through therapy and by handing over his social media account to the publicists he already pays. I was jealous when he mentioned he has coping strategies for his ADHD and dyslexia in Bowral- it’s still a struggle for me. Unfortunately for me and women everywhere, we weren’t adequately included in ADHD research until the 90s and there wasn’t even a long-term study until 2002. I’ve been in weekly therapy for 5 years now, following a major breakdown coupled with grief, and for 4 of those years, I was waiting for an appointment with a covered psychiatrist to get *any* diagnosis, since I didn’t have the thousands needed to pay for my own private testing. If I have been able to prioritize this within my meagre free time and budget (rather than trips, nights out, restaurants, unnecessary shopping, etc. and with some debt), he can easily do the same. That lifestyle isn’t quite how I imagined my young adulthood would pan out. One Soho Farmhouse weekend of his could pay for a few months. And he’s had months on end since season 3 wrapped filming when he could have done intensive daily therapy, especially after his break up, rather than pursuing 20 year olds online or jetting off to another holiday. Maybe he did- I don’t know his life- but maybe he needs more right now. When he turned on Nicola’s notifications and started liking random posts she was tagged in by brands, I already assumed he had handed over his account. If so, his team should extend that to story posts for Bridgerton news. All of that to say, my empathy has its limits. The barriers currently holding him back have solutions.

Thank you for your response and taking the time to write in an ask. I appreciate you!

I do understand the frustration/disappointment of how Luke is handling some things (especially his social media). It seems like this is an area of his life that could be an easy fix for him (hand it over to someone more capable) and he just can't seem to take that step.

Luke is overwhelmed (as he has stated multiple times) and while I can also say it is the life he chose, I think it could also be a case of not realizing exactly what his industry entails.

It's easy to say that he's the one that chose it, but if he's doing something he loves to do, it was probably worth the risk in the end. Maybe he truly believed he could handle things like this. Hindsight is 20/20.

I am sorry that you weren't able to afford the proper health care and it has taken you so long to get a diagnosis. I hate that things like that are unattainable without money. It should not be the case.

Luke is privileged in that aspect for sure and it sucks when it seems like people take that for granted. Although hopefully, like you have also stated, he has been able to seek the help that he may need. All things like this take time and is also very personal (I don't want to further speculate on that matter).

I always strive to look at situations empathetically (and sometimes even to a fault). I always like to look at and come up with multiple reasons why someone may be doing what they are doing. This has let me see some situations in a different light, allowing me to be empathetic or sympathetic to situations. I know that with most situations it is never the case of being black and white (life is nuanced, people are nuanced). So many things can be at play at one time, and most of the time I can see valid reasons why someone is doing what they are doing (even when they are making bad choices).

Obviously I don't know what is going on with Luke at the moment, or where his head is truly at. But I have faith that he will come around and straighten himself out. I don't think he has done anything that is completely unforgivable, so I'm giving him a little bit of grace.

[yuzurujenn]

[2024.12.17] Yuzuru Hanyu x Haier & Aqua New CMs

Yuzuru Hanyu: "Everyone is taking on new challenges in their daily lives"... Appears on video at home appliance brand launch event

On the 17th, figure skater Yuzuru Hanyu made a video appearance at the "Haier Group Global Strategy and Haier Japan Market Branding Announcement" event held in Tokyo.

When Du Jingguo, Vice President of Haier, said, "I am moved by Hanyu's attitude of continuing to challenge himself without being satisfied, even after conquering the Olympics," Hanyu smiled happily and responded, "Thank you. It's truly an honor," before continuing.

"I don't think I'm particularly special. I believe that everyone is challenging something in their lives. It might be something big or small, visible or not, or something that gets reported in the news. I think that’s the only difference, and I’ve been thinking lately that this is what living is all about."

Hanyu was appointed as the brand ambassador for "Haier" and "AQUA" in November. Despite his numerous successes, his ongoing pursuit of greater heights aligns with Haier's corporate philosophy, which led to his selection. "Since I was given this opportunity, I’ve had many chances to look at Haier and AQUA products, and I was impressed by their high level of design. Each product has an unforgettable design. The eco-friendly features and energy efficiency also made me feel a strong connection as an athlete," he shared.

On this day, the new commercials were announced, and television broadcasts will begin on the 24th. In Haier's "Self VS Self" commercial, Hanyu wears a blue outfit and delivers a powerful performance, while in AQUA's "Never-ending Challenge" commercial, he dons a white costume and displays a graceful glide.

Yuzuru Hanyu performs quadruple toe loop in new commercial... to be aired from the 24th "Blue Hanyu" and "White Hanyu"

On the 17th, the home appliance brand Haier Japan Region announced a new commercial featuring Yuzuru Hanyu, a professional figure skater who is the brand ambassador for "Haier" and "AQUA". It will begin airing on television on the 24th.

In Haier's "Self VS Self" commercial, Yuzuru Hanyu wears a blue outfit and delivers a powerful performance, while in AQUA's "Endless Challenge" commercial, he dons a white costume and showcases a graceful glide.

In the "Self VS Self" version, Hanyu performs a quadruple toe loop, a move not originally planned, fully expressing his commitment to the performance during the shoot. He focused intensely, checking the fit of his costume and perfecting his execution, retaking the skating scenes until he was satisfied.

Hanyu appeared via video at the "Haier Group Global Strategy and Haier Japan Market Branding Announcement" event in Tokyo, where he shared his thoughts on the filming of the two new commercials.

In Haier's "Self VS Self" commercial, which features the key message "Surpass Yourself," Hanyu said, "I focused on expressing the challenge to my past self, as well as strength and speed. I repeatedly attempted the quadruple jump, and tried to express the power that I can only showcase on the ice, as well as the strong will to challenge, which only comes from truly giving my all."

In AQUA's "Endless Challenge" commercial, with the key message "Innovation," he commented, "I tried to express the kindness that can only come from something strong. I worked hard to express something that would warm the hearts of viewers and make them realize that their lives could become truly richer."

Source:  https://hochi.news/articles/20241217-OHT1T51047.html?page=1 https://hochi.news/articles/20241217-OHT1T51050.html?page=1

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Epilogue: New color stage! - In Brand-New Colors, As Many Times As It Takes

Reni: Are we all agreed on the finals being structured as such? Should any of you be in opposition—

Director A: It sounds reasonable.

Director B: I do not believe there are any complaints.

Yukio: Then, the New Fleur Award’s finals will be held as a tournament between the top 10 nominated theater companies.

-

Izumi: Once again, cheers to MANKAI Company being nominated for the New Fleur Award finals!

Taichi: Cheeeers!

Sakuya: Cheers!

Muku: Congratulations!

Itaru: Grats. And GW.

Misumi: Congraaats!

Tsuzuru: Feels like we can finally take a breather after the New Fleur Award’s announcement.

Tsumugi: I was really surprised to see the format that they’re using.

Tenma: We sure got thrown into one hell of a battle.

Sakuya: But it became a good opportunity for each of us to grow even further.

Banri: And we met some new people.

Omi: Right. We got to learn a lot, too.

Sakyo: We’ve only gotten nominated, so we can’t relax too much.

Chikage: I think we can get away with it for today at least, though.

Kazunari: Right-o. We wouldn’t have made it to the starting line if we hadn’t gotten nominated to begin with~

Kumon: When you put it like that, it makes me even more relieved!

Taichi: I know, right! My stomach was in knots every time we were waitin’ for the results to be announced!

Misumi: I hung up triangles praying we’d get nominated~

Tenma: What are they? Teru teru bozu?

Citron: It’s thanks to everyone’s hard whop!

Masumi: Hard work.

Chikage: Your PR played a big role too this time, Masumi.

Masumi: Obviously.

Juza: We gotta work even harder for the finals.

Tasuku: You’re right. The other troupes will be coming at us with everything they’ve got.

Yuki: How are you straight-laced theater nerds getting more and more motivated?

Omi: The black pepper chicken’s ready.

Izumi: Looks delicious!

Azuma: Smells good, too.

Homare: I, too, am delighted that KICS’s debut performance was carried out without a hitch.

Guy: The script and direction were different from our usual, and KICS’s style truly shined as a result.

Tsuzuru: Thanks.

Banri: Well, it turned out to be a pretty good experience for me too.

Hisoka: … Aren’t they gonna have a party for it?

Tsuzuru: I think Yukio-san’s gonna treat them to celebrate.

Sakyo: He’s gonna have his hands full with those growing kids.

-

Homare: *sob* … The Spring Troupe, Summer Troupe, Autumn Troupe, and of course us Winter Troupe all did our very best. We have accomplished more than ever before…!

Azuma: There, there. We really have.

Kazunari: If I could be serious for a moment. I believe the finals will also have a different format.

Kazunari: Masumi-kun, wouldn’t you say you would need to reconsider your PR strategy depending on what the format will be?

Masumi: … You’re making so much sense that I can’t make sense of it.

Misumi: Y’know… *hic* Everyone’s like, triangularly triangular triangles~

Muku: You think so…?

Sakuya: Ahahahaha! That’s so funny, my stomach hurts!

Banri: Pff… Ahaha! Your laughing’s contagious, quit that!

Sakuya: Even if you tell me to– Ahahaha, I can’t just…!

Omi: Everyone’s getting nicely drunk.

Azuma: They sure are. They’re probably letting loose after working so hard.

Azami: A little too loose, if you ask me.

Kumon: They’re all so funny, I gotta take a vid to remember this~!

Sakyo: Do NOT post it on social media.

Izumi: (I’m really glad we can all celebrate in such a carefree manner.)

Izumi: (I’m sure they’re extra emotional because there was more riding on these performances than just the nomination.)

Izumi: (Since they were all sequels to the debut performances, everyone remembered the first steps they took back then.)

Izumi: (They stepped into a new stage of their lives, looking back to when they had just started out and holding everything they’ve gained up until now close.)

Izumi: (I think it was extremely meaningful for each and every one of them.)

Izumi: (No one can tell what will happen in the finals, but I’m sure everyone will be fine…)

Izumi: (Because no matter what happens, they’ll bloom in brand-new colors!)

our curtain rises | masterpost

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Wait, is it true the writers said Marinette and Gabriel are meant to represent individual creative spirit versus corporate greed?

Taken from the writer's commentary on the final two episodes

In the next scene, we can see Marinette taking the miraculous that have been standardised and industrialised by Gabriel and putting them back in shape. The writers specify that this is a parabole about craftsmanship vs industrial production. The miraculous will now be adapted to every person, but we can’t see what they look like just yet! In this new world, the powers are all shared, among people who they trust and know will work for the common good. They joke that the "Avengers" shot at the end with all the heroes is something they’d been dreaming of.

There's also that bit from her confrontation with Gabriel where he randomly acts like he's The God of Fashion (taken from S5E20):

Gabriel: I don't think you understand, child, so let me put things differently. Life is like fashion. You think you have a choice, but all you have is the illusion of choice. And I decide what choices are given to you. Marinette: You're wrong! (Shows Gabriel her sketchbook.) Fashion is about listening to people, it's about understanding who they are, what excites them and creating the clothes that will help them express their inner world. Help them connect with others and make their dreams come true. Gabriel:(Laughs and takes her sketchbook, then browses its pages.) No, that's not fashion. That's making dresses for your dolls. Fashion is a product, a marketing strategy, an industry that relies on uninterrupted trend renewal that forces you to either throw away everything you have and buy more or, worse, to be out of fashion. Thanks to the clothes I create, the celebrities who wear them, the advertisements I design and the Alliance rings that broadcast them, I create an idyllic vision. A perfection that everyone aspires to achieve, while keeping it just out of their grasp. You finally understand the difference, don't you? You listen to people's desires and create what they want. Somehow, people make you. Whereas I create people's desires. They buy what I decide to buy. They think what I want them to think. I'm the one who makes people. You think you love Adrien, but you're just under the spell of this world I've created. A world where Adrien is the star, shining high above. A world where you're just part of the crowd below looking up at him. (Shuts the sketchbook.) That is why nothing can ever happen between you two.

So, yeah, this is apparently supposed to be them talking about some kind of central theme of individual creators vs mass production? The problem is that it basically comes out of nowhere. If the writers really wanted to have this be some sort of message, then they needed to establish this a lot sooner because Marinette has had no issues with his fashion company nor has anyone else.

An example of a way to do this would be to have Marinette win the hat competition in season one, Adrien models it in season two, and then give us a series of episodes where Marinette gets to learn about the production process for her hat. She gets to see it mass produced and then gets to learn how fast fashion works and, by the end, she's no longer a fan of the fashion industry even though she still loves fashion. It would be a much better environmental message then the nonsense we've been given, too.

But the show didn't give us anything like that. We've never seen a single Gabriel brand product save for the stuff Adrien wears and the alliance rings, which are phones more than fashion accessories, so it makes sense that they'd have a uniform look. Even if phones were made to order, you wouldn't see much variety in the base product save for color. The customization on a phone is the background and the alliance lets you customize your "background" (aka your Adrien, Lila, or Kagami) as we saw in Jubilation when Socqueline was showing off her alliance.

Side note: I realized that Jubilation takes place before I started writing mini episode reviews, so I wanted to make a quick note of how creepy it is that you can customize your alliance avatar given who the avatars are. Gabriel and Tomoe seriously took their 14-year-olds and told people of all ages to treat them like dolls, which is extra creepy given how many fans Adrien has. That has some messed up in-universe implications that make me shudder. What were the writers thinking?

[f0point5]

I actually like that petty bitchy side of Lando. I mean, If I gave up my second win for a teammate AND then he fucked up my next race, only for him to finish second, the same place he would be, if he didn’t attack me, I would probably be disabling that special someones breaks.

I know Lando sucks at starts and thats the root of the problem, but they keep pretending to be family and supportive in McLaren AND they actually aren’t.

Lando’s stayed with them even when everything was shit, even when he could have gone to better team. They expect loyalty, but don’t offer it back.

I read somewhere that when they are winning they’re doing it as a team, but when they are losing it’s just Lando. They are ready to win with him, but not ready to help him win. RBR/Merc/Ferrari would have never let what happen today go.

Remember when Charles ruined Sebs quali, they took away his next win? This is a team sport, but McLaren treat it like that only when it works for them.

I’m a firm believer Lando should have crushed with Oscar today, that would teach him to think twice next time. Baku, Max and DR style. Make McLaren choose.

Personally, I’m a fan only of being a bitch if you are that bitch with your whole chest. And Lando isn’t. He’s passive aggressive and he gets worried and backtracks. Just like in Hungary when he sat up front trying to prove Oscar couldn’t catch him, made the team talk him down off the ledge, and then let him past in the most embarrassing way possible for both of them. Because bitchy would have been to win the race anyway - follow through on who you want to be my guy.

McLaren pretending to be a family when Yak Brown would clearly sell his grandmother to be where Toto Wolff is is pretty hilarious. Especially when you look at the way McLaren as an organisation have been acting across other racing series.

But fundamentally, I think this all comes down to the fact that McLaren want to be keep the lineup they have. And frankly, I think the one they’re in danger of losing is Oscar. He’s younger, he can afford to be a second driver at Red Bull for a couple of years, for example. He has no brand loyalty, he didn’t grow up with McLaren and he is very detached from Zak and the papaya cult, whereas Zak has his claws in Lando deep. And Oscar has Mark Webber In his ear telling him that being a second driver is not an option. Lando can’t afford to leave McLaren now, he wouldn’t. So they can do what they want with him for at least the next couple of years in this current driver market. McLaren want a champion but they don’t care who it is - they don’t have to risk Oscar for it to be Lando when it could be either one of them next year.

I actually don’t go for teams playing this team game and treating their drivers like kids. I like the RB strategy of hire for the job that’s available, you’re either the superstar or the sidekick. I think that’s the best way a team works. Playing “sharing is caring” like kindergarten teachers is silly. You can do what McLaren are doing and say “oil rises to the top” but then you have to wait for it to separate itself out which is messy.

But I have to say this, helping your driver win a championship shouldn’t mean that in every race he needs help. Helping is what Checo did in Abu Dhabi. It’s not telling Oscar to sit behind Lando for 9 races to mitigate Lando’s mistakes. That’s not teamwork, and if a driver needs that much help then how do you justify them being the priority driver? For his part, Lando has said that he doesn’t expect to be handed positions by Oscar and that he’s here to race and I respect that. I think that’s the right attitude, especially when you’re the reason you’re behind him in the first place.

Yes, Lando could have crashed with Oscar to teach him a lesson…a lot of drivers would have. But a Lando that would have crashed with Oscar is also a Lando that wouldn’t have let Oscar last in Hungary. I think that’s a Lando that doesn’t exist. If that Lando did exist I think the situation at McLaren would be very different.

[alarrytale]

"They've built a brand on womaniser H, they market him as a heartthrob who dates beautiful successful women, and adores them so much he's writing songs about them. They let him adopt a flamboyant persona on stage, because it has entertainment value that adds something extra. It's not a concert, it's a show. It's worked well for him so far, people love it."

Maybe I´m overthinking it but wasn´t Shawn´s recent tiny rebrand something that might test waters for H?

When Shawn announced his comeback album and the promo season started, all I read was his quotes about CC. I wasn´t that deep into it so idk what exactly and how much he talked about her/was asked about her but I random quotes jumped on me in autumn on IG. But was I understood was that his fans weren´t pleased about his same old same old Shawn´s personality is only about CC and so his team changed the strategy - he delayed his album release, got quiet for few weeks and came back again with a very, very soft hint of a coming out. His IG profile was all about him being surrounded by his two male bandmates, hugging with them and for a minute it made me a genuinely think his CO is around the corner and he´ll confess he´s dating his bandmate (especially when they were even caught hugging for paps). Well, since then nothing happend except that his album flopped (as it was expected because it´s not radio-friendly and there are no big/viral hits but I guess Shawn was expecting it and didn´t want to go big and faking his heartthrob image anymore) and he´s rumoured to be dating some female (what a suprise) influencer for LatAm. But Shawn ruined his career big time years ago and eventho I really wish him all the best, I don´t think he´s able to fully comeback and being The OneTM in the world (and maybe he doesn´t want it anymore and he´s like Louis - no more great ambitions but happy he´s still wanted for his fans and that´s his comfortable zone he´s not gonna overcross).

But with H´s career is very different - he doesn´t have any competitor, he always makes headlines and he´s a household name that creates buzz. So if Shawn´s testing the waters in hinting he´s queer was successful (because his fans took it great imo and it created a lot of headlines in gay social medias so I guess gays will love him if he´ll come out as gay), why H couldn´t be allowed to try it as well? He already hinted a bit in 2022 when talking about his sexuality but it was the peak of h*livia era and he had to finish his stunt work with her as her movie was finally getting to the cinemas.

The only thing I agree with (as I really hate it in the same time) and that´s why he would be hold back by his label for upcoming years is that it´s true that queer female singers are wanted and relatable while queer male singers aren´t that wanted and relatable. Because the worldwide success stands on female fandom and while girls and women can relate to queer female singers, they won´t relate to queer male singers especially not to those who were branded as the heartthrobsTM since the very beginning of their careers and were branded they are the perfect dream idols/boyfriends for girls.

Hi, anon!

You don’t have to convince me that H should be allowed to "test waters" even more than he already have. Harry would be more than fine. I also don't think his situation is comparable to Shawn's. Shawn did it as a last ditch effort to save his album campaign. His career is over the hill. Now that he's back with a woman, it all looks like queerbaiting and people are over it. I even think that strategy might have lost him some badly needed favours among the queer community when he actually does come out. I personally am so over Shawn right now. He's lying with a straight face and it's so off putting. But this isn't about Shawn's failed strategy, it's about H.

H will be more than fine. Like i've said before, H won't have an issue coming out if he seeds it properly. His fans have grown out of their need to project onto him, and those who hasn't will now look at him as a gay bff, who they look up to because of his popularity, talent and great fashion taste. There are plenty of young girls who looks up to queer men. If you're talented enough, have a loyal fanbase, and seed it properly, i see no reason why H can't become someone like Freddie Mercury, Elton John or George Michael.

[backjustforberena]

i wish we had gotten the immediate reactions to rhaenys’ death. i think it was a beat that was v much missing.

i will say, i think the corlys and baela scene was on of the best of the season. corlys’ grief, and him lashing out in anger, wanting to just be DONE with it all, but not wanting to be home. the home that he shared with rhaenys, with laenor, with laena, because they’re all ghost now, his own failings haunting him. and baela bringing him back from that, bc she IS laena but more importantly, she IS rhaenys, a spitfire woman who is unafraid to tell him when and how he is wrong.

and she was rhaenys ward for six years in his absence, and rhaenys told him time and time again that driftmark should pass through laena’s line. of course she would make a good heir. his offer makes sense, as does her refusal of it.

the ep left some things to be desired (why must we skip past the immediate emotional fallout hotd!?) but i thought that was good. it makes me curious about his next interactions with alyn. and we haven’t even seen him interact with addam yet.

I was not too keen on this episode. After what should have been seen as a massive curveball, turning point, moment of crisis or whatever you want to call it, for all involved, the aftermath was rather... sanitised. A little predictable. A little repetitive in terms of character beats, with no real escalation or sense of urgency, which is sad. And I do think that a lot of that comes down to, as you say the "immediate emotional fallout".

I think that's been a flaw in the writing overall. We've got a lot of these little skips that actually uproot us. It's hard to get inside a character's head and motivation when they are halfway through an action. We don't see what propels them. Only the course they are on. We don't see them meet people, only treat with them. We don't see them receive news, only consider it. And that's disconcerting. You spend half of the scene trying to work out why it's happening, or else wondering nothing at all. Niether strategy promotes worthwhile engagement.

I do think the immediate reaction to Rhaenys's death was missing but I think it was more than that. We also don't have an immediate reaction to the fall of Aegon either. We don't know how that news was imparted or taken. And we should because we need to not know where it's going to go or what the path to take might be - we should see the bloodshed (metaphorically) before we go about cauterising - if nothing else but to feel the effect of a crisis averted. Or a consequence damned.

I loved Corlys and Baela's scene. It felt present. It felt like he was focused on his loss, not just on the war and therefore it came from within himself, rather than outside of himself, as, I felt, was the case in things such as Rhaenyra's reaction (aka the A,B,C of that scene is covering the loss of Rhaenys but ultimately introducing the idea of persuading Corlys as Hand and setting up the Baela and Corlys scene).

I do, however, dislike the alienation between a Velaryon identity and a Targaryen one, especially in Baela ruling herself out of ruling Driftmark, despite her blood claim and her investment in the island, having lived there for years and years.

For all that Baela says that Rhaenys wasn't just Corlys's to lose, branding her only as a Targaryen Princess felt a bit of a disservice as well. You can be both and honour both. You can be Velaryon and Targaryen and if anyone emulated that, to the fullest, it was Rhaenys. She was Lady of the Tides, as much as the Blood of the Dragon. And she took pride in both. It's sad that the writers have gone this way, though I can see why, I suppose. And it was, ultimately, a comparison done to persuade Corlys.

What Baela says to him is what Rhaenys would say. And that's what he sees and responds to. She was so like her grandmother, and her mother. I think that's what prompts him to try and name her heir - to hold onto that which he feels he has lost or is slipping away.

I'm not sure what's next for Corlys. I really enjoyed his grief. I hope we see him exhibit some of that impulsive reaction when he faces Rhaenyra as well. For all Rhaenyra bemoaning her lack of ability to perform any action - asking Corlys to be Hand was something she could have done herself. And, arguably, should have.

[nightswithkookmin]

I love Hobi, God knows I do and he is enlisting soon. I get that. Me is ot7 anyday of the week. But here lies my issue;

FACE lasted on there 👇🏽 for all of 2 minutes

Then look how close their release dates are.

Members so far have gotten to promote their shit with no interruptions but Jimin has to share the limelight❓❓❓ For whatever reason. And people are gonna keep yapping about how he's the company's favorite? Ain't no such thing man, Fuck outta here!

I'm on pills and that's not even working

First off, I think two things can be true at once. Jm could be hybe's favorite idol and still get screwed up by hybe💀

Ain't nobody following the script like Park Jimin, ain't nobody fetching them coins and attention like Park Jimin. He's the korean IT Boy brand reputation king. Hybe's gotta love him and if they don't fuck them. They ain't shit anyways😌

This whole shmelly business has me between rocky and palm face won't lie. And any comment I make on this will fetch me some heat but here goes nothing. On one hand I love me some healthy idol competition up in BAngtan to see who outsells who and who out performs who- makes for quality entertainment if you ask me.

but on the other hand, I just hate blatant injustices and this right here is the mother of all injustices. It's just atrocious and wrong. It's not really a fair competition if some have more resources, more exposure and more corporate support now is it?

What is good for the goose is good for the gander and I'm just not seeing the fair equitable distribution of company resources on this one. Hybe needs to wash their ass with soap. It stinks from all the shitting they be shitting out here.

It's one thing if they are doing it on purpose but if all this is just one big coincidence as a result of their lack of thoughtfulness and awareness in handing these boys' marketing then I'm sorry someone needs to get skinned up in there. Yea I said it. Off with their heads.

Knowing hybe it's either they think JM has enough organic traction to sell on his own- matter fact, when it comes to the maknae line vs the hyung line this is very often the approach but we don't talk about that💀

I remember they did the same thing around the time of covid right before BTS announced they were going solo. I remember ranting about how they were deliberately sabotaging BTS to promote the other brands under hybe.

It's not uncommon for hybe to use the influence, reach and relevance of one brand to cross promote another. Yall recieved the weird notifications from certain brands on Weverse?

Whe it comes to the hyung line, the company goes a little bit hard and extra each time and they often do this with the members they think are least likely to perform in terms of numbers.

However, this time around, I think it has something to do with the enrollment list? Don't know, could be wrong. The thought that JM or Namjoon is next after Hobi makes me sick to the tummy and I hope I'm wrong 😭😭😭

I want to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they going off of the enlistment list and need to do whatever they can for Hobi before he leaves.

Besides, I think If they were to treat the members equally and not equitably, I'm afraid some members wouldn't do as well- phpah pah paw. Gunshots😭😭

I know they think Jimin has the numbers, and he will do great in spite of these hurdles- but see, that's how we lose. THATS HOW WE FUCKING LOSE when everyone stops pushing cos they think this is an easy win!

I've seen Bangtan lose and come close to losing awards because of mentalities like this for me to sit quietly and watch it happen to Park Jimin. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!

But then i also dont see him as competing against the hyung line you know? What are they competing for? Those two have totally different audiences and need unique market approaches and strategies to reach them💀

And I'm not just talking about reaching just army.

I would be concerned if they started using the same promotional strategy of a rapper for a singer.

If anything, I think JMs competition is the Maknae line and probably Jin too as he is also part of the vocal line. Therefore I feel I don't have a yardstick to measure him against yet as neither Jungkook nor Tae's album has been released- right?

But wait till it's JK or Taehyung's turn and let me see different treatment out here- I DARE THEM

If hybe thinks they are just going to gloss over things and sweep JMs album debut under the rags then they have another thing coming. They should plant their feet on solid grounds cos I'm about yanking the ground from underneath them.

They are going to leave everything on the shoulder of the fans and then swoop in last minute to claim they did shit for the BOYS when things turn out great.

They should show me the budget they have for each members' promotional package. Let's start there. Cos that determines how and where each member gets promoted.

On the flip side, having those two contents out around the same time reduces promotion costs as such content tend to cross promote eachother. Face will definitely drive traffic to Hobi's content as will Hobi's content to Face.

Personally I wished they would release vminkook albums consecutively within a short span of eachother. People listening to face will be more likely to click on Jk's song and Tae's right after. It keeps the fans engaged, keeps the momentum going and keeps all three trending on the charts making it hard for an outsider to break the chain.

They could have done same for the hyung line too.

All this seem to lack direction and each day my non existent faith in hybe wanes.

I hope the end would justify the means. Hopefully. I'm gonna sit tightly out here and watch it all play out to the credits and then I will comment on it😌

Hybe brought them this far, I should at least hope they know what the hell they are doing. But if Face pays the price for their edgy endeavors then I shouldn't be held responsible for the hex I put on them.

It's funny how you say Jimin is about to share the limelight when he's actually about to eat Hobi up😭😭

Gotta run 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️

[calamitaswrath]

Lucia plays Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn: Part 3 Chapter 7

I've been going through like five and a half chapters since my last play journal (having a whole bunch of free time plus streaming for a friend til like 5 in the morning is gonna do that), so I'm gonna work through these in rapid-fire as I can write them out

You know, based on all the knowledge I had before going into this game, I somehow expected the fights between Ike's and Micaiah's to be something a bit more. . . I don't know, that both sides really believe in? But as things are presented now, this all really is a lot more of neither side really wanting to do it, but not having a choice but to do it. It makes for better storytelling, though - lord knows they would end up fumbling that sort of concept with Fates.

"his Maiden of Dawn is supposed to be the savior of Daein, whose miraculous powers freed their people from tyranny. In other words, her followers are fanatics who see her as a goddess." - not inaccurate, Soren, but damn what a hater line. But also can you blame the Daien soldiers? Because just look at Micaiah

Oh, so we're just reusing strategies now? With how the Daein forces got dragged into this as additional cannon fodder, I can see how this would work, though.

Base conversation! Singular. And. . . pfffft, Kysha and Lyre really are acting like a bunch of pet cats here, all while Ranulf comes off as either a parent or pet owner. It's a shame this game doesn't have traditional support conversations, because. . . I honestly barely have any idea of what Kysha is like as a character. Lyre at least has Lethe as her twin sister which helps, but he doesn't really have anything.

Now Micaiah wants to hear about Ike, hah. I'm near certain that she asked Sothe this through gritted teeth and while trying really hard not to roll her eyes.

There was a lot of dialogue this chapter that I could have gotten, so I didn't even bother going out of my way to read any specific conversations. I instead just read all of them on a wiki, just for the sake of my own sanity, and. . . ooph. Pain. There's some really heavy hitters in this one, with the likes of Brom and Meg standing out to me. They're really driving home that Daein shouldn't be here.

Oh yeah, and Micaiah and Soren recognized each others as branded. . . neat stuff there, though Soren is still too much of a hater.

I didn't actually end up deploying Reyson on this map simply because I forgot to, which meant that recruiting Janaff and Ulki was a bit of a bother since I had to do it with Ike who obviously had some trouble getting through the river. I carried him around with Haar a bunch to catch up to the two, but even that didn't work before Ulki got himself defeated. Eventually I just rescued Janaff with Haar instead and then plopped him down right next to Ike so I could recruit him. . . which however led to a weird glitch.

After Ulki was defeated and I recruited Janaff, I. . . somehow got control of Ulki. Who wasn't visible on the map, but I could still select and give orders to. Except when I did, it immediately froze my console, and I had to unplug it and restart it, though I thankfully had saved beforehand. But then when I restarted, Ulki was just back at full health, and working normally??

Not much more trouble in terms of gameplay though, so that's fine. I didn't really get to fight Micaiah, Sothe, or the Black Knight, but I think with the last one that's not too much of a missed opportunity.

The strategy goes off without a hitch, and the Daein forces don't manage to win. All about expected.

Pelleas talking with the Begnion senator. . . that's definitely some blackmail going on. (Mind you I have played far enough to know what's actually going on, but at the time this was still pretty clearly blackmail to me)

[ransprang]

[Ko-Fi Request] Hey there, Thank you very much for your awesome work, it is always appreciated <3 I decided to come back but this time for a chosen character from jjba which is Oingo (also called Zenyatta)

I'm a pretty tall girl, I would also say muscular and fit I have long fuchsia dyed hair, pretty pale skin and brown doe eyes (I also look tired all the time) 

My sense of style is pretty one of a kind,I really like skirts and turtleneck sweaters. I usually wear a lot of jewelry and chains in my outfit and I have a HUGE love for hats, all types of hats.

I may come off as cold and tense at first glance but I'm a big sweetheart which tend to make people confused I'm very shy and hardly open up, I'm also not talkative but a great listener, I love hearing about any types of stories. Still,once I open up and trust someone I would give them the world, I'm a very caring person, always up to cherish the ones I love.

I love animals and nature as well as art and painting which is my favorite hobby but I'm also extremely adventurous, and love traveling and discovering new places. 

Also have a big interest for the unknown, mysteries and out of the common stuff as well as a soft spot for gory stuff sometimes I'm not easy to scare at all, only people can freak me out.

Good luck with it and thank you again for putting so much effort into your work :3

Thank you anon for your support :)

link to our ko-fi for anyone who wants a match up too!

Oingo Match Up

SFW

Oingo Backstory: The Oingo Boingo brothers came from a broken home, like most small-time Jojo villains. Neglected by their parents, Oingo had to grow up early, and be a parental figure for the young Boingo. When Oingo was young, in a bout of teen angst and hatred for his parents, he rejected the names they gave him. Instead, he named himself and his brother from the broken CDs lying around their house. While wearing a tiny hat, he held Boingo’s tiny face and said, “From now on my name is Oingo, and you’re Boingo.” A few months after you start dating, he sometimes calls you Joingo.

How they meet: Oingo and Boingo were browsing a comic book exhibition, a regular pastime due to Boingo's deep interest in comics. The exhibition featured a wide range of art, from major brands to lesser-known indie artists. While walking through the aisles, Oingo noticed a beautiful painting that caught his eye, signed by an artist named "[Your Username]." Loving the name and the art, he decided to purchase it. Meanwhile, you were wandering through the exhibition, when suddenly your phone rang. It was your friend, the one who had a stall open at the exhibition and had begged you to put your art on there. You answer the call and they tell you to run back to the stall. When you reach, you meet a tall, hat-wearing Oingo. Your friend introduces you both to each other and sparks fly.

Since you both have a shared love for hats, he’d be down to go thrifting for some new hats to add to the collection. Matching hats and rings would totally be up his alley too. 

He tells you not to talk to strangers, just like he tells Boingo. He knows with your personality you probably won't anyways. When you’re both at restaurants ordering food he’ll be the one talking. 

He may not be too interested in horror movies, but he’d be down to watch some with you. He’d probably like the ones where there is some amount of strategy being executed by the villains and not brainless slashers.

Oingo will make Boingo use his stand to tell you stories about peoples’ futures. Sort of using Boingo like an entertainment pet. He’ll throw lil snacks at Boingo after every story. If Boingo isn’t around he’ll tell you of his previous adventures.

Sometimes when you get tired, you ride on Oingo’s right leg while Boingo sits on his left leg. You and Boingo chit chat as Oingo walks. Since you’re a lot taller and more muscular than Boingo, one of his legs gets way more buff.

Oingo would introduce you to some of his little hobbies like his small cactus collection and making you listen to some songs on his record player. Get ready to jam out to R&B and EDM.

Since you love adventures, you would never be bored with Oingo, since being stand users they are always attracting all kinds of trouble. 

Oingo would use his stand to disguise himself and rob multi-billion dollar corporations, and bring you little presents and souvenirs. Since robbing the same place multiple times gets boring, you guys would also travel around a lot.

NSFW

As much as he loves your personality, Zenyatta would be drawn to your striking figure and fuschia hair cascading down your back. He can’t help but imagine pulling on your hair while you’re giving him a sucky sucky. 

When you sit on his lap, Zenyatta likes using his big thighs to tease you. He rubs your clit with his leg. As he would use his hands to guide you waist to grind on him. He gets a kick out of it especially in public.

When you kiss Zenyatta he loves it when you suck on his thick lips, he prefers french kissing and when you bite his lower lip.

Zenyatta loves to use his stand by disguising himself in the bedroom, and different role plays turn him on. He likes acting like a biker who dominates you in bed. 

Oingo loves it when you wear skirts, he loves pulling you in to sit on his lap. As he feels your thighs all the way up to your panties, slowly sliding them to the side. His face lights up when you greet him wearing new skirts.

He pulls you closer to him by tugging on your necklaces making your chest touch his. He likes feeling your supple breasts against his muscles. It would get him so hard to feel you breathe against him. 

Zenyatta likes it when you taste his pre cum. He gets hard so easily around you, till he's dripping. “We wouldn't want to waste it now would we?” As he asks you for just a lick.

Zenyatta loves backshots, he would pull on your hair while gently placing his hand on your neck pulling you head back. He likes it rough, and loves fucking in front of a mirror so he can see your beautiful form.

He loves it when you loudly moan, screaming his name. Zenyatta gets super close, heat rises through him, when he knows it's risky and someone might find him pounding you. 

Zenyatta likes experimenting with different items around the room as toys. He loves spanking or tying you down. He also has a collection of handcuffs, and likes it when you whimper beneath him. 

yours boingly,

admins sar, sav & san

[aeoki]

SS Finals - Melee: Chapter 14

Location: ES Dome White Team Waiting Room Characters: Hiyori, Jun & Seiya

Jun: Uh, I don’t really get what’s going on, but did you have business with us, Hidaka-sensei?

You looked after me during “Lilith”, so I’ll be happy to lend a hand regardless of our positions if you need help, though.

Seiya: Ever the good child you are, Jun-kun. You’d make an easy target for bad adults, so make sure to be careful.

Jun: Thanks but I don’t need your advice.

Seiya: Hehe. The nice adults must have taken a liking to you as well, so I suppose that’s not much of an issue for you.

Doing things half-heartedly would be most uninteresting – it’s also dangerous and worthless.

In any case, I might be assassinated by a scary person today so…

I’d like to give you something important just in case. When I’m gone, please give it to someone with power and ask them to make an official announcement.

Jun: What? When you’re gone? What do you mean by assassination…?

Seiya: Hehehe. How nostalgic. I think I also left a momento to my incompetent son last year during “SS” as well.

History repeats itself, or rather, humans will inevitably do the same things…

Well, that’s precisely why, even someone like me can predict how others can react, though.

At this rate, we idols will be replaced by machines in half a century.

Jun: (This guy just says whatever he wants like usual! He’s never had any intentions of having a proper conversation!)

(Well, I guess Ohii-san is the same, but I think he’s actually gotten worse recently…)

(He felt distant – like when we first met. In fact, seeing that made me realise once more that that’s the sort of person Hiyori Tomoe is.)

(He scares me. It’s like he’s in such a high place that he can’t even see me!)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A memory. A few days ago – Seisou Hall, Hiyori Tomoe’s room. >

Hiyori: ……♪

Jun: Ohii-san~? What’re you doing? We were supposed to meet up with them now – Ibara is going to get pissed if he sees we’re not there.

Hiyori: Aha ♪ Let him be angry! He’s been acting like an “overbearing manager” recently and it’s getting on my nerves.

If we ignore him, he’ll reflect on his actions and come begging us to listen to him!

He’s our “producer” but I don’t want others thinking I’m his follower who will do whatever he says.

Jun: I see… Well, I guess Ibara has been on edge lately – he’s been kinda emotionally unstable.

Hiyori: Maybe he’s traumatised because we couldn’t win after he worked so hard to come up with those strategies last year.

Jun: Is he that sensitive? I’d think he’s the type of person to stand back up and get revenge no matter how many times he’s been trampled on, though.

Hiyori: Yeah, but it’s not like he’s not hurt by it.

Jun: ………?

Hiyori: Anyway, Jun-kun, you always appear at the best of times – Could you do me a favour?

Jun: Huh? Do you want me to line up for a limited brand item or something?

Hiyori: I’d like you to hand these out to our members on the day of the Finals.

It’s a hassle to hand them all out myself and I’m sure they’ll have an easier time accepting it from a good child like you.

Jun: ? What’s with this bundle of postcards…? Are they for the New Year?

Hiyori: These are “oracles”. Simply put, they’re like prophecies that state how each person should act during the “SS” Finals.

Jun: Oracles? Prophecy? Have you become religious seeing as we call ourselves “Eden” and Eve”, Ohii-san?

Hiyori: I’m not Tatsumi-kun. Nagisa-kun handed them to me earlier.

And he told me it’s up to me how I want to use them.

…These might look like cheap postcards to you, but to me, they’re something heavier than Mt. Fuji.

Jun: I don’t know how heavy Mt. Fuji is but I can tell you’re trying to say that they’re “super heavy”.

Hiyori: Yeah. These postcards are full of Nagisa-kun’s feelings and I’ve added a little bit of my own touches to them – I’d like to call them “oracles” and hand them out.

As usual, I can never figure out what Nagisa-kun is thinking, so even someone who’s practically family to him cannot completely understand what’s going on in his head.

But I’d like to think that some of those feelings got through to him – maybe I’m mistaken, though.

Hiyori: Maybe other people have noticed that he's going through a much harder time than anyone else – Maybe there will be people who will stand by his side as well.

Those are my hopes, my faith – and thus, I write.

I spread the seeds with my hope placed in them. Creating an “earthly paradise” is our job.

No. After all, there are only two people who can deny our “enemy”, God. That would be us – the ones who have gained wisdom – “Eve” and “Adam”.

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Chapter Two

Your heart is in your throat. The blood rushes in your ears. Everything sounds muffled—like your brain is short-circuiting, struggling to process what you just heard.

Because what did she just say?

You need to pretend to date Bakugou Katsuki?

Igarashi doesn’t even blink. “It’s simple, really,” she continues, flipping through the folder in front of her like this is just another Tuesday. “This photo has generated the most positive PR Bakugou has received in over six weeks. We need to run with this.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Bakugou lets out a sharp, disbelieving laugh, ““So let me get this straight—Japan’s top PR firm, with all your fancy degrees and big-shot strategies, has decided that the best way to ‘fix’ me…is for me to play fuckin’ house with this one?”  He jerks a thumb in your direction, eyes flashing with something between amusement and pure disbelief. “That’s it? That’s the whole plan?”

Igarashi doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t so much as blink at Bakugou’s sharp-edged tone. Instead, she exhales slowly, folds her hands atop the table, and levels him with the kind of look that could bring lesser men to their knees.

“No, Bakugou,” she says, voice smooth but firm. “We’re also going forward with the actual strategy that she spent all night working on—the one that includes a structured damage control plan, curated media coverage, and a full-scale image overhaul.” She nods toward you without breaking eye contact. “That remains the foundation of this campaign.”

Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she adds, “But we’d be idiots to ignore this.”

She taps her manicured finger against the printed-out headline in front of her—the photo showcasing Bakugou smiling, the one with hundreds of thousands of comments dissecting the way he was looking at you.

“This photo—this narrative—is already out there. We didn’t manufacture it. The public did,” she continues. “And for the first time in weeks, they’re talking about you in a way that isn’t a complete PR nightmare.” She leans back slightly, arching a brow. “Are you really in a position to turn that down?”

Bakugou’s jaw clenches. You can see the war waging in his head. The stubborn pride versus the logical side of him that knows she’s right. 

The same war that’s waging in yours.

Because did anyone even care what you thought? You didn’t sign up for this.

Right now, all the media has is the back of your head, a blurry silhouette in the background. But if you agree to this, your name, your face, your life is about to be everywhere. Picked apart by the entire country.

And worst of all—your carefully built walls around Doki-Doki Bunny? One crack, and they come crashing down.

You’ve worked so hard to keep your secret identity separate from your real life. Kept it carefully curated, wrapped up in pastel branding and anonymity. A little mystery was part of the charm. And yet, one lunch with him has already sent the internet spiraling.

If you do this? You might not be able to stop the rest from unraveling.

But did you even have a choice?

With the way Igarashi was looking at you, you knew where this was heading. 

“Um, can I ask a few questions?” Your voice coming out a lot softer than intended. 

Igarashi gestures with a hand. “By all means.”

You shift in your seat, suddenly feeling like you’re on the wrong side of the interrogation table. “How long would this… arrangement last?”

“A few months. Enough time to stabilize Bakugou’s image and let the public grow comfortable with the idea. Once we decide the relationship has ‘run its course,’ we’ll release a carefully crafted statement about an amicable split—no drama, no bad blood. It keeps the goodwill intact while also giving you both a clean break.”

You nod slowly, the weight of it settling on your chest. “And what exactly would this… entail?”

Igarashi steeples her fingers. “Public outings. A visible relationship. The occasional hand-holding, maybe a social media post here and there. Just enough to make it convincing.”

You don’t miss the way Bakugou shifts in his seat beside you, clearly biting his tongue.

You clear your throat. “Right. And, uh—what if it doesn’t work?”

Igarashi’s expression sharpens, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “It will.”

Bakugou lets out a snort. “Cocky much?”

She merely lifts a brow. “We’re playing with public perception, Bakugou, not rewriting history. The people want this to work. They’re already filling in the gaps on their own. All we have to do is let them believe it.”

You exhale slowly, rubbing your temples. “Okay, but what about me? I mean, my life isn’t exactly… media-friendly.”

Igarashi gives you a knowing look, and you realize—she’s already considered that.

“We’ll control the narrative,” she assures. “You’ll be introduced as a successful PR professional, someone outside the hero world, which plays in our favor. A grounding presence.”

Bakugou scoffs at that, and you fight the urge to kick him under the table.

“And, of course,” she continues, “we will make sure your privacy is protected to the best of our abilities.”

A slow, creeping anxiety curls in your stomach, because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know that the real threat to your privacy isn’t just nosy reporters. It’s the risk of someone making the connection.

The risk of Doki-Doki Bunny coming to light.

Bakugou sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. “This is so fuckin’ stupid.”

She ignores him. “Then it’s settled. We’ll start laying the groundwork immediately.”

“Hold on, I haven’t agreed—”

“Then agree,” Igarashi cuts in smoothly, leveling Bakugou with a look so sharp it could slice steel. “Because right now, this plan is in motion, and it’s the most viable option we have.”

Bakugou leans back, arms crossed, jaw tight. He hates this. You hate this. But neither of you have a way out.

“Fine,” he mutters.

You exhale, still trying to process how the hell you ended up here.

“Good,” Igarashi says, closing her folder. “Then let’s begin.”

The weight of it settles. You’re officially fake-dating Bakugou Katsuki. 

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Cho shrieks on the other end of the phone. Literal animal noises. A mix between a turkey and a pterodactyl. “Bitch, this is like…..everything you’ve ever wanted. Except you know, it’s a complete fabrication and you two kind of despise each other with every fiber of your being.” 

“Choooo,” you whine collapsing on your bed, “I’m freaking out. I’m literally going to be on display for all of Japan to tear apart piece by piece.”

“Babe…”

“No, I’m gunna fuck it up, I just know it. Like what if I trip on camera? Or if they take a picture of me and I have food in my teeth? What if—”

“What if Blasty gets too into it and starts acting like a real boyfriend?”

“Cho, that’s not helping…”

“No, but imagine you’re out at an event and he puts your hair behind your ear.  Or he puts his hand on the small of your back. Possessive, like protective.”

“Why are you making this so much worse?”

“I’m just thinking that maybe you should be prepared for the possibility that you could, you know…catch feelings.  Especially since you’ve always had a little crush on him.”

“That was forever ago. And now that I’ve met him? Bubble popped.”

“If you say so.”

“I do, now if you excuse me I have to go cater food to my fake boyfriend and his friends—-unbeknownst to him—-in a bunny costume.”

“Good luck. Call me later!”

You hang up, tossing your phone onto the bed before turning to the mirror.

“I swear to god, if this night doesn’t go smoothly—”

You cut yourself off, because let’s be real—you’re not about to tempt fate like that. Instead, you take a slow, deep breath, adjusting the half-bunny mask on your face.

It’s sleek, pastel pink, covering just the upper half of your face, with two exaggerated, pointed bunny ears sticking up. Cute, playful, just the right amount of kinda ridiculous but in a way that works. You still have full visibility, full mobility—perfect for driving, setting up, and, you know, not dying on the way to the party.

The full bunny head? That’s coming with you. Stashed safely in your delivery bag, ready to be swapped in when it’s time to serve.

You take a step back, looking at the whole picture. The pink mask. The frilly apron tied snug around your waist. The pastel uniform, fitted in all the right places, complete with little heart accents along the trim.

It’s a lot. But it’s you.

And it’s Doki-Doki Bunny.

You grab your neatly packed food containers, running through your mental checklist one last time. Everything’s prepped. Orders are labeled. The plan? Simple:

Get in. Serve the food. Get out. Minimal interaction. No nonsense.

Easy. Right?

Right.

As you turn to leave—-

You stub your toe because why wouldn’t you?

“Off to a great start,” you grumble, shaking out your foot as you grab your keys and hoist the delivery bags over your shoulder.

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You step out of the car, adjusting the bunny mask and smoothing down the frilly apron tied around your waist. The weight of the food delivery bags rests comfortably on your shoulder, but there’s a distinct tightness in your chest. Not nerves. Not exactly. More like… anticipation.

The neighborhood is stupidly fancy. The kind where even the air smells expensive, and the houses are practically mansions. You check your phone for the address one last time before making your way up the steps, ringing the doorbell with a quick ding-dong!

Shinsou opens the door, looking like he just woke up from a nap he didn’t consent to. His gaze flicks over you once before he steps aside.

“Get in before Kaminari sees you—he’s gonna lose his shit.”

You blink. “Uh. Okay?”

Stepping inside, you adjust the strap of your apron, but catch the way Shinsou gives you a second look. His brow furrows, and then, very flatly—

“…Didn’t think the outfit would be this slutty.”

You freeze.

“…Huh?”

Shinsou blinks like he just heard himself. “Wait. No. Shit. I meant—” He gestures vaguely at the frilly, pastel dress hugging your shoulders, the poofy bubble hem that bounces when you walk, the dangerously high cut that would definitely expose way too much if you bent over too fast.

“Short!” he corrects hastily. “I meant short! Not—fuck—” He drags a hand down his face. “Forget it. Kaminari’s still gonna lose his shit.”

As if on cue—

“YO.”

A voice echoes from deeper inside the house. Then, Kaminari appears like he just got hit with divine revelation. His jaw drops. His eyes go wide. He clutches his chest like he’s just seen the face of God.

“HOLY SHIT.”

Shinsou exhales through his nose like he’s making peace with death. “Called it.”

Kaminari rushes up so fast you consider using the tray in your hands as a weapon. “Oh my god, no way—this is the Doki-Doki Bunny?” His hands are on his head, absolutely losing it. “Bro, you look even better in person.”

You blink. “Uh—”

“And the ears! The apron! The legs—”

Shinsou grabs Kaminari by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving puppy and physically yanks him away from you. “Alright. Enough.”

Kaminari, completely unbothered by the fact that he’s being manhandled, grins at you upside down. “You gotta tell me—do you actually cook in that or is it just for the brand? Because, like, wow.”

You smile sweetly. Too sweetly. “Oh, I cook in it.”

“You do?”

“Mhm.” You lean in a little, still smiling. “With very very sharp knives.” you add tilting your head just a little.

Shinsou barks out a laugh.

Kaminari slaps a hand over his chest. “Okay, wow. That’s—yeah, that’s kinda hot.”

Shinsou shoves him toward the living room. “Get the fuck away from the food before you start humping the air.”

Kaminari grins and winks at you before disappearing into the house.

Shinsou rubs his temples, then glances back at you. “…Sorry about that. He’s, uh. Like that.”

You adjust your tray, exhaling. “It’s fine. I meet worse.”

Shinsou smirks. “Bet you do. You can go ahead and set up over here,” He leads you to a set of swinging doors that open to a butler’s pantry, “ guests are already arriving. You can interact with as much or as little as you want. Since you are kind of a big deal I’m sure you’re going to get a few people asking for pictures or being annoying,, are you good with that or?”

You set down your bags and begin unpacking, working efficiently, arranging the dishes just right. Your hands move with practiced ease, adding final garnishes, making everything look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. Presentation is key, after all.

You’re still close enough to the entrance that you can hear people arriving.

Your fingers twitch every time the door opens.

You don’t look up.

“Yeah,” you say, focusing way too hard on placing a sprig of cilantro in the exact perfect position. “I’ll be fine.”

Another set of voices filters in from the entrance—louder, rowdier. The energy of the room shifts slightly, more people filtering into the space.

And yet, all you can focus on is the steady sound of the door opening and closing.

Your stomach tightens.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. He won’t know it’s you. You transitioned from the half bunny mask to the full one, you have your cutesy little character voice. It’ll be fiiiine. 

“Bakubro!”

Fuck. You’re literally gunna throw up.

                          ✦•········★········•✦ 

As soon as Bakugou enters, chaos erupts.

Kirishima is the first to get to him, gripping both his shoulders with a borderline manic grin. “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! You haven’t replied to any of our messages or calls! What gives?

“Just didn’t feel like dealin’ with dumbass messages,” Bakugou grunts, shoving him off. He barely takes another step before Denki practically materializes in front of him, vibrating with barely-contained excitement.

“Ohhh, but you should’ve! Dude, what the actual fuck!” Denki shoves his phone into Bakugou’s face, screen lit up with an all-too-familiar image. “LOOK!”

Bakugou scowls, pushing the phone away. “ Yeah, yeah, I fuckin’ saw it.”

Izuku, who’s been silent up until now, finally speaks up. “Kacchan,” he says, voice teetering between disbelief and barely-suppressed amusement, “when were you planning on telling us that you’re dating someone?”

A collective noise of agreement rumbles through the group.

Shinsou leans lazily against the counter, raising a brow. “Yeah. Got yourself a girlfriend and just decided to ghost us?”

The sheer amount of bullshit happening at the same time is literally making Bakugou’s head pound, “Yeah, it’s nothing like that, it was just a business lunch.”

“Riiiiight,” Sero chuckles, “that’s exactly how I look at someone I’m in business with. You think we’re stupid?”

“Yeah dude!,” Denki shrieks, putting his phone back in Bakugou’s face, “Look at your little smile on your little face—”

“Holy fuck, shut up.”.

Kirishima crosses his arms. “Come on, man, the people need answers! Is it serious? How long have you been seeing her? And why the hell didn’t you tell us?”

“It ain’t fuckin’ real,” Bakugou growls. “It’s just a PR stunt. Nothin’ more.”

A heavy silence follows his words.

Then—

Shinsou, who had been watching him carefully, snorts. “Yeah. I’m not buying it.”

Izuku hums. “I mean… you don’t smile like that for just anyone, Kacchan.”

Denki throws his hands up. “EXACTLY. That’s the kind of smile you give someone who—”

Bakugou looks like he’s about to explode. His scowl deepens, eyes narrowing into a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Jesus fucking christ! Can we just drop it already? I’d never date someone like her.”

                             ✦•········★········•✦ 

Tucked away in the little butler’s pantry, your grip tightens around the serving tray. 

EXCUSE ME? ‘Someone like her’?

You use your elbow to push the swinging door open so you can stare daggers into the little punk’s face.

You watch Kirishima frown. “Dude, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Bakugou scoffs, rolling his shoulders. “I dunno, she’s just—” He waves a hand vaguely, like he’s swatting at a fly. “Plain. Dresses like she got lost on the way to kindergarten. And her taste in food?” He lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh,. ”Atrocious. The first time I met her she was arguing with me in the middle of the grocery store. Like the fuck? No way. Bad vibes. All the way around.”

Oh. Oh, you know he did not just—

You blink, brain scrambling for purchase. The actual nerve of this man.

Plain? Lost on the way to kindergarten?!

YOU HAVE A WHOLE BRAND, SIR. A WHOLE CURATED, MARKETABLE AESTHETIC. 

And—oh, ohhh, he wants to talk about food? Mister “I Eat Six Pounds of Protein a Day and My Taste Buds Have PTSD” has opinions on your palate?!

Denki whistles. “Damn. That’s cold.”

Izuku shakes his head. “‘Normal’ isn’t a bad thing, Kacchan.”

“Yeah, it ain’t. But did you hear all the other shit I listed? She’s a literal mess and she’s supposed to ‘fix my image?’ so fuckin’ dumb”.

A MESS? WOOOW. OK BAKUGOU. OK. 

You inhale through your nose, gripping the platter so hard your knuckles ache.

Fine. Fine. You were a professional. You didn’t care. You didn’t care.

You pull in a breath, smile sharpening beneath your mask.

“Oh, shit, Bunny,” Kamanari calls you over. 

Great. Guess you weren’t being as inconspicuous as you thought. 

“Let’s get your opinion!”

Shinsou groans. “Leave her alone”

“No come on,” Denki insists, grinning. “You got any thoughts on Bakugou’s new girl?”

Your stomach flips.

Shinsou, mercifully, jumps in. “She’s working, dumbass. Just let her do her job..”

Denki pouts but drops it, and you force a little giggle, waving him off in that same cutesy, bubbly voice you’ve perfected. “I’m just here to serve up something sweet and delicious~ not dish out any gossip.”

Denki groans dramatically. “Even your rejection is cute.”

You flick your gaze to Bakugou. He’s still not paying you any attention. .

And suddenly, suddenly, you have the strongest urge to just hit him over the head with your tray so hard he sees stars.

But instead you place the next platter down with entirely too much grace, lace-gloved hands smoothing down your apron as you tilt your head.

“Now,” you chirp sweetly, “who’s ready to eat?”

                             ✦•········★········•✦ 

The second the platter hits the table, Bakugou’s eyes flick down—first, to the food.

And okay, yeah. He’ll admit it. It looks good.

Annoyingly good.

At the center, yaki udon glistens under the warm light, thick noodles tangled with perfectly seared shrimp, caramelized onions, and slivers of red and green bell peppers. The glossy sauce pools just enough at the bottom of the dish, clinging to the noodles in a way that suggests whoever made it actually knew what the hell they were doing.

To the side, an arrangement of sushi sits neatly in a fan-like display—smooth cuts of salmon, tuna, and yellowtail nigiri pressed against compact little rice beds, next to a row of spicy tuna rolls drizzled with aioli. Tiny onigiri, lightly dusted with furikake, fill in the gaps.

Then there’s the gyoza, golden brown and crisp, stacked in a neat little spiral, each pleated edge almost too uniform—too perfect—to be handmade, except they obviously were. A small dish of dipping sauce sits in the center, dark and glossy.

And finally, yakitori skewers rest in a precise row, each one lacquered in a rich tare glaze, the chicken charred in a way that hits that exact right balance between smoky and sweet.

It pisses him off.

Not because it looks bad—but because it looks too fucking good.

Like, sure, he expected decent food—Shinsou wouldn’t hire some half-assed caterer—but this? This is another level of skill entirely. The kind of plating that takes years of practice. The kind of food that doesn’t just happen.

And then—finally—his gaze trails up.

Doki-Doki Bunny is standing just to the side, hands delicately smoothing down the frilly apron cinched at her waist. The oversized bunny head really making the whole thing even more ridiculous.

Pink ears twitching. Lace gloves delicately posed. The dress? Too fitted, too cutesy, too much—frilly at the hem, short enough to make it look more like a slutty halloween costume than uniform. Thigh high stockings with matching opened toed high heels..

It’s a whole thing.

His brow twitches again.

“Now,” she chirps, voice bright and airy, “who’s ready to eat?”

It's way too much.

His arms cross. "Tch. Where'd you learn to cook like this?"

Doki-Doki Bunny’s movements don’t falter, but there’s a slight pause before she tilts her head, playing up the exaggerated, playful act.

"Oh, you know~" she sings, pressing two lace-gloved fingers into the shape of a heart. "A little magic and a lot of love!"

Bakugou scoffs. "The fuck kinda answer is that?"

She gasps dramatically, one hand flying to her chest. "Oh no! Is Lord Dynamight doubting my skills?"

Bakugou squints.

The way she says it—Lord Dynamight—it’s too theatrical, too sugary sweet, but there’s something under it. A tiny little bite.

He leans back, eyeing her with a skeptical look. “Damn right I’m doubting it.” He jerks his chin toward the food. “This ain’t some half-assed catering spread. You don’t just throw this shit together. So, what’s your deal?”

Doki-Doki Bunny clasps her hands behind her back, rocking on the balls of her feet. "My deal? Oh, I just bring happiness to the world, unlike some people who act like frowning is their full-time job."

His eyes narrow. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

She sighs, exaggerated, dramatic, tilting her head again. “Oh, just that I bet if someone checked, they’d find exactly zero serotonin left in that grumpy little brain of yours.”

Bakugou’s eyebrow twitches.

Did he just get insulted by a— furry?

The guys are watching now, barely holding back laughter. Kirishima is biting his lip to keep from grinning, while Sero is straight-up shaking.

"You talk pretty big for some costumed little bit—" Bakugou starts, but she cuts him off with another too sweet giggle.

"Ah-ah-ah!" She wags a lace-gloved finger at him. "Easy, Lord Dynamight~! You’re already 90% anger—any more and you might actually combust.”

Denki wheezes.

Bakugou’s jaw locks.

This fucking bunny.

“The fuck is your problem? You just enjoy getting a rise outta me or what?”

Doki-Doki Bunny places a delicate hand to her chest. "Me? Oh no, of course not~!" Then she leans in just a fraction closer, voice dipping lower—sweet as sugar, sharp as glass. "I just think someone should humble you a little." 

Bakugou blinks.

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Oki Doki-Doki everyone, time to serve the other guests. Enjoy your meal!”

He stares at her as she all but bounces down the hall—this ridiculous, pink-clad, cutesy menace—and his brain stutters.

Because who the hell is this girl? 

                            ✦•········★········•✦

The party was fucking stupid. 

Not that he didn’t like being around his friends—whatever, fine, they were tolerable—but between Denki’s drunk ass yelling, Sero taking too many pictures, and the general shitstorm of the past few days, Bakugou was already at his limit.

And yet—

His eyes kept drifting.

Kept snapping back to her.

The fucking bunny.

It wasn’t on purpose. He wasn’t doing it because he wanted to. It was just—she kept drawing attention to herself. She flitted around the room like she owned the damn place, setting down trays of food, chatting up the guests in that dumb, cutesy voice of hers, hips swaying just enough to make it obvious that she knew eyes were on her.

Bakugou scowled.

It was stupid. It was all a gimmick. And yet—his gaze kept following.

He watched as she leaned over to set another platter on the table, the frilly apron cinched tight around her waist, the ridiculously short skirt hiking up just a little more the further she reached.

It was all a stupid little show.

He shifted his weight, arms crossed, leaning against the back wall where no one would bother him.

The bunny must have caught him staring, because she turned just slightly—just enough for his crimson eyes to meet those damn sewed-on doll eyes.

She tilted her head.

Bakugou’s shoulders tensed.

Then, with an infuriating slowness, she lifted a lace-gloved hand and blew him a kiss.

He hated her.

                    ✦•········★········•✦

It kept happening.

Every time he thought he was done paying attention, something would pull his gaze back to her.

The way she handled herself in that dumb getup—effortlessly, fluidly, not an ounce of self-consciousness. The way she moved, graceful even in those heels, like she’d been wearing them her whole life.

And, of course, the fucking attitude.

It wasn’t just an act. Not just the bubbly, saccharine Doki-Doki Bunny persona. No, there was something beneath it—something sharp, something that bit back.

She set down another platter, dusting off her gloves before turning her head ever so slightly—just enough to catch his crimson eyes still locked on her. “Well, well,” she purred, placing a delicate strawberry tart onto the table, “if looks could kill, I’d be a goner by now.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “You really like hearin’ yourself talk huh?”

She gasped, placing a lace-gloved hand over her chest. “Oh no, am I distracting you? My deepest apologies, Your Majesty. I should have known better than to steal the spotlight.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “You are distracting. Just not in the way you think.”

“Oh? So you were watching me?”

His jaw ticked. “The fuck else am I supposed to do at this shitty party?”

She hummed, tapping her chin in exaggerated thought. “Oh, I don’t know—talk to your friends? Be a functioning member of society?”

She giggled, tilting her head. “No? Not your thing?”

Yeah. She was really pushing it now.

And yet, Bakugou wasn’t looking away.

His feet moved before his brain could tell him not to. Pushing off the wall, he closed the space between them, stopping just close enough that one of those stupid, floppy bunny ears brushed against his cheek.

Her breath hitched—just barely—but he caught it.

“Bet you wouldn’t be so damn brave without this dumb mask on,” he muttered, voice low, gravelly. Then, just because he could, he flicked the edge of her mask with two fingers.

Her shoulders stiffened for half a second before she tilted her head, “And I bet you wouldn’t be so interested if you weren’t dying to see what’s underneath.”

Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Like hell I am.”

She hummed, slow and knowing. “Mmmhm. Sure.” Something about the way she said it—like she already knew the answer—made his eye twitch.

“Whatever helps you sleep at  night.” She patted his chest lightly, before turning away, tossing a playful little wave over her shoulder as she sauntered off.

And It didn’t stop.

The little back-and-forths. The snarky little jabs.

Bakugou knew she was poking at him on purpose—every comment meant to get under his skin was deliberate.

And maybe—just maybe—he was playing into it.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

“Dude.” Denki drapes his arm around his shoulder.

Bakugou barely looked up. “What?”

“You seein’ it?”

He scowled. “Seein’ what?”

Denki waggled his eyebrows, tipping his drink toward where Bunny was currently laughing at something Kirishima said. “You’ve been staring at her all night, bro.”

“Fuck off.”

Denki grinned. “Nah, nah, nah—do you finally get it? Do you finally see and understand the Bunny fantasy?”

Bakugou nearly choked on his drink.

“The fuck—?!”

“I mean,” Denki drawled, nudging his shoulder, “you can’t lie—there’s something kinda hot about her, right? The whole thing—the ears, the mask, the whole cutesy looks but I don’t know sometimes like dommy mommy energy—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh my god,” Denki gasped, smacking Bakugou’s arm. “You do think she’s hot.”

Bakugou shoved him.

Denki cackled. “I KNEW IT.”

✦•········★········•✦

You make your rounds one last time, gracefully refilling a few empty glasses and brushing off more than a few lingering partygoers trying to get your number. Also dodged Kaminari’s one last selfie request (he already took at least 30) and  expertly side-stepped Sero’s playful attempt to peek under your half-mask, all while maintaining your perfect, practiced poise.

The night had been long, but profitable. Very profitable. And now, it was time to collect. Thank God.

You slid into the butler’s pantry where Shinsou was waiting, lazily nursing a half-empty drink. He looked you over. Violet eyes raking scanning your frame.

"Didn’t think you’d last the whole night with that full mask on to be honest" he remarked, sipping his drink.

You smirked, “Oh, I’m a professional, Hitoshi. We suffer for the craft.”

Shinsou chuckled and reached into his jacket, pulling out a thick envelope. “Well, your suffering paid off.” He handed it to you, but before you could tuck it away, he slid another crisp stack of bills on top.

You brows lifted behind the mask. “Oh? A tip?”

“Consider it hazard pay,” he deadpanned, flicking his gaze toward the other room where Kaminari was still looking around like he’d lost something precious. “For dealing with them all night. But especially him”

You let out a melodic giggle, carefully counting the bills before slipping them into her bag. “He’s um….spirited.”

“Aw come on Bunny, that’s too kind. You’re off the clock, tell me how you really feel” he muttered, the corners of his mouth quirked up just slightly.

“Always a pleasure, Nightshade~.” You wink then step through the door.

“Isn’t it?” He calls after you.

✦•········★········•✦

Meanwhile Bakugou was watching from where he stood near the far end of the room. He caught the tail end of the exchange. He had no idea what was said, but he saw the way Shinsou’s lips twitched in amusement, the way Bunny accepted the envelope with a delicate flick of her fingers before striding toward the door.

She moved like she owned the place. Like she was untouchable.

He’d never admit it to anybody especially fuckin’ dunceface but he was intrigued. 

So when she finally made her way toward the exit, he found himself pushing off the wall, following after her before he even realized what he was doing.

He wasn’t being a creep.

He had to leave anyway, you know? Big day tomorrow or whatever.

His hands stuffed in his pockets, he kept his pace even, casual, totally normal as he trailed a few steps behind her.

It wasn’t weird.

Wasn’t like he was paying attention to the way her hair swayed when she walked, or how the delicate slope of her collarbone peeked out beneath the edge of her half-mask. Definitely wasn’t staring at the way her fingers toyed absentmindedly with one of the strings tied around her waist—unraveling, retying, then smoothing down the apron over the curve of her hip.

Nope.

Just… walking.

She reached the front door, slipping out into the night without so much as a backward glance, and still—still—his feet carried him forward.

That was when it hit him.

What the hell was he even doing?

He had half a mind to just pivot, head back inside and pretend like this whole thing never happened. But then—then—he caught the way she moved.

The way she stepped down the front stairs, swaying just slightly, her mask tilting to one side. Pausing.

Like she knew.

Like she could feel him there, lingering in the doorway like some kinda weirdo.

Bakugou slowed, instincts on edge as he watched her.

Then, without warning, she bolted.

What the fuck?

His eyes narrowed as he shoved the door open, stepping outside just in time to watch her round the corner of the street, heels clicking fast and sharp against the pavement.

She was running.

From him.

The realization sent something hot sparking down his spine.

Was she serious? Did she really think she could outrun—him? Him?? 

Oh, hell no.

His body moved before his brain could catch up, boots hitting the pavement, his steps quick, effortless, zero hesitation as he gave chase.

She had a head start, but that didn’t mean shit.

Bakugou wasn’t about to let some costumed little pain in the ass think she could just lose him that easily.

But then—

She did.

One second she was just ahead, turning down a side street—next thing he knew, she was gone.

Vanished.

Like smoke.

He skidded to a stop, crimson eyes scanning the empty street, jaw clenching as he whipped his head left, then right.

Nothing.

No clicking heels, no fluttering apron.

His fingers curled into fists.

Fucking hell.

Bakugou stood there, exhaling sharply through his nose, chest rising and falling as the realization hit him.

She lost him.

On purpose.

And now?

Now, he wanted to find her more than ever.

      ✦•········★········•✦

What the fuck??? What the fuck??? What the actual fuck?!??!! 

Did he know it was you? Why else would he be following you?  

Your heart was still hammering against your ribs as you flattened yourself against the brick wall of some random alley, ears straining for any sign of him. 

You peeked around the corner, eyes darting toward the street you’d left him on. He was still there, standing stiff with his hands shoved in his pockets, scanning the area with narrowed eyes.

A slow exhale left your lips.

Okay. Okay. He didn’t see you.

Your stomach twisted. He couldn’t know it was you. Right? There was no way. You were completely unrecognizable in this stupid bunny costume. Your voice was different, your posture, the fucking heels—you weren’t even wearing Crocs, for fuck’s sake!

There was no reason for him to be following you.

Unless—unless he was just being a weirdo.

Oh my god.

Was he actually intrigued by you?

That thought was somehow worse.

You pressed your back against the wall, trying to breathe, trying to calm the electric panic still rattling through your limbs. This was fine. It was fine. You just needed to stay put until he gave up, went home, forgot this ever happened.

Except.

Exceeeept.

Your car was parked two blocks over. And there was only one real way out of here.

And he was standing right in the middle of it.

Shit

You sucked in a slow breath.

Think.

You needed a distraction. Something—anything—to throw him off, to get the hell out of here without him trailing after you again.

Your eyes flicked toward a stack of crates and garbage bags by the alley’s entrance.

It was a long shot.

But, well.

Desperate times.

You adjusted your mask, braced yourself, and with one well-aimed kick—

CRASH.

Bakugou’s head snapped toward the sound, eyes immediately locking onto the shifting shadows deeper in the alley.

Good. That’s right. Look over there, not here.

The moment he took a step toward the noise, you bolted in the opposite direction.

Silent. Fast. Go-go-go-go-go—

Your heels clicked against the pavement—too loud—you nearly tripped—shit—but it didn’t matter because you were moving, ducking through side streets, weaving between buildings like your life depended on it.

You finally made it to your car and you let out a sigh of relief. You threw your empty catering bags into your trunk, the adrenaline still making your hands tremble. Your heels were the first to go, kicked off with a groan as you flexed your sore toes against the cool pavement.

“Ugh, finally.” You exhaled, yanking off the half-bunny mask, your skin damp with sweat from literally sprinting for your entire life.

Your pulse was still racing, but it was fine. You had gotten away. In fact, you were feelin’ pretty good about it. You, a literal nobody, had managed to escape the great and powerful Dynamight. How many people could say that? 

You wiped a hand down your face, ready to finally get the hell out of here, reaching for the car door—

“The fuck are you doing here?”

You froze.

Oh shit. Shit shit. 

Your stomach dropped straight to the pavement.

You turned your head just slightly, heart in your throat.

And there he was.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Standing at the edge of the parking lot crimson eyes locked onto yours. 

Your eyes immediately dart down the Doki-Doki Bunny costume. Thank god your lower body was hidden behind your car. 

Your fingers curled slowly around the edge of the car door, shoulders stiff as you willed yourself to sound normal.

“Oh, uh—me? Nothing! Nothing at all! Just, uh… just getting some air!”

Bakugou squinted. “In a fuckin’ parking lot?”

“Yep! Nothing like… the fresh air of, um, pavement.”

Bakugou’s gaze narrowed.

Your fingers twitched.

Abort. Abort. You needed to get the fuck out of here.

Slowly, so slowly, you lowered yourself behind the car, hoping—praying—that if you just disappeared from sight, he would give up and go away.

There was silence.

Then, footsteps.

Oh no.

Your stomach dropped as the sound of his boots got closer.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You panicked.

“NOTHING!” you shouted way too loudly, immediately cringing at yourself. “Absolutely nothing is wrong with me. I am totally fine!”

“…You sound not fine.”

“Nope, definitely fine! No problems here! Everything is going great!”

There was a pause. You could feel his judgment from the other side of the car.

“…Are you—are you hiding from me?”

The second he moved toward your side of the car, you ripped the apron off, yanking at the ties so hard you nearly strangled yourself in the process. Then the skirt—pulled down in one frantic motion to pool at your feet. The top followed next, yanked over your head so fast you nearly dislocated a shoulder.

And just like that—

All that remained was your nude bandeau, matching hot shorts, and the stupid pink thigh highs.

Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he glanced at the pile of discarded clothing in your car. Then back at you.

Then—his gaze dropped.

And lingered.

It dragged down the bare slope of your shoulders, the delicate curve of your collarbone, the dip of your waist—like he was still processing what the fuck he was looking at.

Your breath hitched.

Oh my god.

You felt exposed.

Fully clothed—but somehow exposed.

Bakugou blinked. And then like a switch flipped—

“The fuck are you wearin?”

You snatched up your discarded skirt, clutching it to your chest like that would somehow fix the situation. “It’s—It’s—it’s fashion,” you blurted out.

“…Fashion,” Bakugou echoed, like the word itself offended him.

“Yes,” you squeaked, gripping the fabric tighter.

His eyes dragged down your figure again—slower this time, like he was still trying to make sense of it.

You felt your face heat.

And then, in classic Bakugouness

“Didn’t know fashion was just runnin’ around half-naked, barefoot, in a fuckin’ parking lot.”

You gasped. “I AM NOT—”

His brow lifted.

You scowled.

“Oh, because you’re such an expert on fashion,” you shot back, shoving the skirt into the car and slamming the door. 

“Uh, yeah I am, actually. My Mom’s a fashion designer, dipshit.”

You opened your mouth.

Paused.

Fuck.

Why the hell did he have to be right about this of all things?

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

“I’ve decided to become a buddhist. So…you know. Namaste. Barefoot to become more in touch with nature.  And all that.” You force a smile. 

“Last time I checked Buddist don’t dress like,”  he uses his hands to gesture towards your body, “this.” 

You cross your arms around your chest before then deciding to wrap them  around your torso in an awkward attempt to conceal yourself from him. 

“Why the fucking stockings though?”

“Uhh..well—” Words. You fumble them. “So..well…one wears stockings Bakugou when—”

“Wait, are you a stripper or some shit?”

You nearly choked on your own spit.

"What—NO—"

Bakugou took a step forward, gaze narrowing. "‘Cause this definitely looks like some stripper shit."

Your whole body seized up. "IT’S NOT—"

Another step. "You sure? ‘Cause you got the thigh highs, the tiny little shorts, no shoes—"

"BAKUGOU."

He squinted at you, tilting his head. "Is this some kinda lingerie shoot?"

"OH MY GOD, NO."

Your voice cracked at the sheer volume of your own panic.

"Ok, sweetheart, if you say so." His voice was too smug, his hand dragging lazily across his jaw, thumb brushing his chin as his eyes slowly trailed back down your body—

Until they landed on your thighs.

Specifically, the baby pink thigh highs.

And his nose actually scrunched up in disgust.

Before you could even process it—

He was kneeling.

In front of you.

Your eyes went wide, your entire body rigid as you impulsively stepped back—

Only to hit your car.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as his hand shot out, gripping your ankle like this was normal—like this was just some casual fucking Tuesday for him—before his thumb hooked under the fabric of your stocking and yanked it down in one swift motion.

Your stomach flipped.

“What–what are you doing?”

Bakugou’s gaze flicked up, meeting yours as he tilted his head, something dangerous flickering behind those crimson eyes.

And then he smirked.

"This shit looks dumb as hell."

He went to hook his finger into your second stocking when—

FLASH.

Your head whipped toward the sound.

Bakugou, however—froze.

His entire body went rigid, his hands still braced on your ankles, as his gaze snapped to the source.

And then—

FLASH.

“Oh, you’ve GOT to be fucking kidding me.”

Bakugou whirled around, eyes zeroing in on the dark figure crouched behind a parked car across the lot—camera pointed only at you this time.

Your stomach hit the floor.

Bakugou darts in front of you so fast it’s like a blur. His body blocking your much smaller frame.

“You got about two seconds to get the fuck outta my sight…” His voice was low and meancing.

Before you could even blink, Bakugou was on his feet, practically lunging after the guy but you quickly grab his arm and wrap yourself around it to hold him back.

He turns to you, his crimson eyes burning a fiery red. 

“Bakugou–,” you talk to him nice but not condescending, “This is exactly the type of PR we’re trying to avoid. Just…don’t ok?” 

He looks back towards where the paparazzi was, but they’re long gone by now, then back to you. You let go of his arm. But he’s still wound up. 

You can see it in how tense his shoulders are and how his nostrils flare. But most of all you could smell it. 

His scent changed. 

It’s no longer warm comforting embers and aged vanilla—it’s raw fire, something searing, something untamed. Like a forge burning too hot, like charred cedar and singed air, the kind of scent that lingers after an explosion.

And beneath it, something sharper, something that makes your throat tighten—ozone. A storm brewing, heat crackling in the air, like lightning about to snap down from the sky. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Then, at the very base of it—something deep, something dark, like scorched leather.

It’s almost overwhelming.

Bakugou cursed, kicking a stray rock so hard it ricocheted off a lamppost with a loud CLANG.

You stare at him.

Heart pounding.

Mind blank.

Because they definitely got a few pictures.

That meant—

THE INTERNET WAS ABOUT TO BE AN ABSOLUTE CESSPOOL.

Clearly Bakugou was thinking the same thing because he immediately brings out his phone. When he unlocks his screen you see floods of texts coming through–he quickly scrolls through them until he finds one where someone sent a link and he clicks it. 

You hold your breath.

And there front and center is you in basically nothing and Bakugou on his knees with his thumb starting to tug down your stocking. And in big bold letters:

DYNAMIGHT'S SECRET ROMANCE? WHO IS THE WOMAN THAT BROUGHT THE HERO TO HIS KNEES?"

You glance at him, but his face is unreadable. He scrolls and the comments are…unhinged.

— "BAKUGOU KATSUKI IS ON HIS KNEES FOR A WOMAN. REPEAT. BAKUGOU. KNEES. WOMAN. THIS IS NOT A DRILL."

— "WHY IS THIS PHOTO MAKING ME FEEL THINGS??????"

— "I HAVEN’T EVEN FULLY PROCESSED THE FIRST PHOTO AND NOW THIS????"

— "WHO THE FUCK IS SHE AND HOW DO I BECOME HER???"

— "HE’S TAKING OFF HER CLOTHES. IN PUBLIC. IN A PARKING LOT. HELLO????"

— "NOBODY FUCKING MOVE. I NEED TO STUDY THIS IMAGE LIKE A HISTORICAL DOCUMENT."

— "Oh, he’s in love. That’s his girl now. Sorry, I don’t make the rules."

— "NOOOO HE’S REMOVING HER CLOTHING LIKE IT’S THE MOST CASUAL THING EVER I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY."

— "He’s looking at her like she’s the first meal he’s seen in DAYS."

— "LADIES, THIS IS WHY WE WEAR THIGH HIGHS."

— "This is the energy I need in my life. WHERE IS MY VIOLENTLY ANGRY HUSBAND??"

— "Okay but look at his hands. LOOK AT HOW BIG HIS HANDS ARE."

— "That grip. That STARE. Oh, he’s a menace."

— "WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE FOREPLAY I’M GONNA THROW UP."

— "I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO BE A PAIR OF THIGH HIGHS SO BADLY IN MY FUCKING LIFE."

— "Bakugou removing her stockings like he’s unwrapping a present… I need to leave the internet."

— "HIS JAWLINE. HIS FUCKING JAWLINE. THAT’S IT. I’M DONE."

— "If this isn’t the start of a romance novel, I don’t want it."

— "If I was his girl, I would simply pass away from the stress of being perceived by him."

— "This is the horniest picture I have ever seen without it being explicit."

— "This man could say ‘get in the car’ and I’d be in the trunk before he finished his sentence."

— "Yo who is this chick bc her body is insane wtf."

— "She is FINE FINE. Thigh highs are actually God’s greatest invention."

— "That waist, that body shape??? Yeah, I understand why he’s on his knees."

— "Her thighs?? Her everything???????"

— "BAKUGOU, HAND HER OVER."

— "I NEED HER @ RIGHT NOW. FOR SCIENTIFIC REASONS."

— "I respect Bakugou but if she looks at me for longer than two seconds, he’s gonna have to fight me for her."

— "Yeah yeah Bakugou blah blah WHO IS THE WOMAN???"

— "Fellas, we have lost. We are not him."

— "NO BECAUSE WHY DOES SHE GET TO LIVE MY DREAM."

— "I WANNA BE HER SO BADLY, I’M ACTUALLY ABOUT TO SOB."

— "THE LUCKIEST BITCH ON EARTH. WHAT A LIFE."

— "Y’all, we have to band together and take her out. I don’t make the rules."

— "I would literally commit crimes to be in her place rn."

— "She better drop a skincare routine bc she’s GLOWING WTF."

— "THIS COULD HAVE BEEN ME. IF GOD LOVED ME, THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN ME."

— "Some people really win in life. I am not one of them."

— "Oh, she’s stunning. If he doesn’t wife her up immediately, I will."

— "She is the blueprint. The muse. The main character."

— "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO WORK AFTER SEEING THIS."

— "My dog saw this picture and he fucking barked."

— "I am outside, touching grass. It is not helping."

— "WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A STILL FROM A DRAMA WHERE THEY HATE EACH OTHER BUT SECRETLY WANNA FUCK."

— "No bc this is actually hotter than 99% of romance movies."

— "SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE A FANFIC OF THIS ASAP."

— "I’M CHEWING ON MY SEATBELT I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY."

— "MY MOM JUST SAW THIS AND SAID ‘GOOD FOR HER’ LIKE MA’AM I AM SUFFERING."

— "HIS MOM IS GONNA KILL HIM LMAOOOO."

You were still reeling when Bakugou turned back to you, face thunderous, his jaw clenched so tight you could practically hear his teeth grinding.

"Well…that was," His voice was low, a barely-contained growl, “is this the kind of shit you guys had in mind for this ultimate PR plan or?” He lets out a sort of annoyed laugh as he runs a rough hand through his hair. 

You swallowed. "Uh. Well. I’m not sure. That… was unfortunate timing I think?"

“Understatement of the fuckin’ year.” 

You’re still standing there, barefoot, in basically nothing, and for a second something crosses his face that resembles…concern?

And before you could argue—he yanks his jacket off his shoulders and drapes it over you.

You blinked.

"...Oh."

Bakugou squinted. "Oh, what?"

You cleared your throat, shifting awkwardly. "Nothing, I just—uh..you didn’t have— Thanks."

He scoffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah, whatever. You gonna stand there all night, or you gonna give me a ride?"

Your brain short-circuited. "What?"

"You heard me." He gestured at the car. "Unless you want me walkin’ around like a fuckin’ stray dog in the middle of the night”

You stared at him.

Then—sighed.

“Fine, but you don’t get to complain about my music choices.”

✦•········��········•✦

You unlocked the doors and Bakugou reached for the handle just when you remembered— the evidence! 

The passenger seat that was currently occupied by a pile of discarded Doki-Doki Bunny bullshit—the half mask, frilly apron, and the tiny skirt. Thank god you had stored the full bunny mask in the trunk with your catering bags.

With lightning-fast reflexes, you snatched up the entire pile in one frantic scoop and yeeted it into the backseat so fast that your fingers actually stung from the impact.

Bakugou froze mid-step.

Then blinked.

Then squinted.

“…Dude.” His voice was flat. “You move like a fuckin’ squirrel.”

You twisted in your seat, throwing him an overly wide, totally not suspicious smile. “I—what? No. I—I’m—uh—” You fumbled for an excuse, hand still gripping the steering wheel like it was your last tether to sanity. “I’m just a very efficient person. I like to keep my space organized.”

He stared.

You stared.

“…You just threw your shit into the backseat like you were launching a grenade.”

“Organized chaos.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing his temple before muttering, “Yeah. More like fuckin’ rabid.”

You chose to ignore that.

“Anyway!” you chirped, flipping on the ignition, the car rumbling to life. “Where to, Your Highness?”

He tilted his head and eyed you a little suspiciously for a second  “My place. Obviously.”

Your fingers white-knuckled the wheel.

Right.

His place.

You were about to drive Bakugou to his place at 2 AM, barefoot, wearing his oversized jacket over the shreds of what was once your dignity, and he has no clue that you were just tormenting him all night dressed up as a bunny but all the evidence of this is only like 12 inches behind him. Yeah.

This was fine.

Totally.

Completely.

You threw the car in reverse and pulled out onto the street, pointedly avoiding Bakugou’s gaze, pointedly ignoring the way his scent still clung to the jacket draped over your shoulders.

Just drive.

Just get this over with.

You could do this.

Right?

The glow from Bakugou’s phone screen reflected off his face, illuminating his expression of pure baffled amusement.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered, thumbing through the onslaught of unhinged tweets.

You did not want to know.

You really didn’t.

But then—

He snorted.

And that never meant anything good.

“…What,” you said flatly.

Bakugou cleared his throat and started reading—

Out loud.

— “That girl better ride him into the sunset for the rest of us or I’m gonna be pissed.”

You choked on air. “EXCUSE ME???”

Bakugou didn’t look at you, just grinned.

— “No thoughts, just Bakugou gripping her thighs like he’s about to make a meal out of her.”

He blinked, looking at the photo again. “Okay, but like… I was kneeling—”

“DON’T AGREE WITH THEM.”

— “Bakugou Katsuki could ask me to ruin my life and I’d say ‘yes sir, how soon?’”

Bakugou laughed, full on laughed. “Oh, these people are horny as fuck huh?”

You nearly drove into a fucking pole.

"PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY."

— “His face is in the perfect position for her to throw a leg over his shoulder and change both of their lives forever.”

Bakugou stared at the screen. “…Like in a good way or?”

Your face was on fire.

— “I’d let him blow my back out so bad I’d have to relearn the alphabet.”

"BAKUGOU."

He wiped a hand over his face, grinning. "The fuck is wrong with people?"

"What’s wrong with you for still reading???!"

— “Bakugou is one thigh grab away from ruining her life. She better be careful.”

— “That’s not just a hand on her thigh. That’s a claim.”

— “I fear the next photo we get will be this man devouring her.”

— “The way his jaw is clenched? The tension in his arms?? That’s a man trying to behave. BARELY.”

— “Sir, just take her home and break the bed. We support you.”

Bakugou whistled lowly, shaking his head.

"PULL OVER. I’M GETTING OUT."

"You’re the one driving, dumbass."

You gripped the wheel like it owed you money.

You felt like you were having any aneurysm. How was he reading these so calmly not having a physical reaction to it???

He was actually just literally thriving.

"Oh, nah," he said, reading the next. "This one’s a classic."

— “If this man told me to bark, I wouldn’t even hesitate.”

Your entire body seized.

“Would you?”

“Wo–would I–what?” 

He just smirks “Nevermind, Princess.”

And keeps scrolling.

"Goddamn," he muttered, “People are actually insane."

You pulled into the underground parking garage, the engine humming as the car settled into a space near the elevator. The soft overhead lighting cast long shadows over the interior, and for some reason—some stupid, annoying reason—the silence between you both felt charged.

Like something was there, humming beneath the surface.

You refused to look at him.

Which was a problem because the air in the car suddenly felt thicker.

Denser.

Different.

And then—

Then you realized.

His scent.

It wasn’t the sharp, fiery spice of frustration anymore. Wasn’t the burning heat of irritation or raw embers.

It had softened—deepened.

Now it was something rich, heady, dark.

Warm musk threaded with something smoother, something subtly sweet—like golden amber warmed by body heat, spiced vanilla curling at the edges. But beneath that, something deeper—earthy, slightly rugged, like aged leather and a touch of bourbon. The kind of scent that lingered on skin and in fabric, stuck to sheets and pillows.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Your fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

And Bakugou?

He shifted in the passenger seat, one elbow braced on the door, fingers resting against his mouth as he exhaled slowly.

Like he was thinking about something.

Like he was holding something back.

Your pulse picked up.

Your thighs pressed together.

NO.

Absolutely fucking not.

You were not about to sit here and psychoanalyze the sexually charged fucking cologne this man was naturally producing from his body.

You weren’t.

"You wanna com—"

Bakugou stopped himself mid-sentence.

You snapped your head toward him so fast your neck cracked. "What?"

His jaw flexed.

Then—he shook his head. "Nevermind."

Your brows furrowed. "No, what were you gonna say?"

He scoffed, looking away. "Nothin’."

"…No, see, now you have to tell me."

Bakugou clicked his tongue. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to come up, but—"

Your heart skipped.

"—but I figured you’d be fucking weird about it, so forget it."

You blinked. "What?! How would I be weird about it??"

Bakugou gave you a look. A very specific look.

The kind that said: Bitch, please.

Your mouth fell open. "EXCUSE ME?"

"You’re literally sittin’ there vibrating like a fuckin’ Chihuahua."

"I AM NOT—" You paused. Glanced at yourself. Your fingers were literally drumming against the steering wheel. "Okay, that’s—irrelevant."

Bakugou smirked. "See? Weird."

You gasped.

"Wow. Wowww. I’m sorry, are you calling me weird after you were the one caught on your knees in a parking lot peeling off my stockings like some depraved Victorian husband who just saw an ankle for the first time??"

Bakugou gaped.

"The fuck?? That is NOT what happened—"

You snorted. "Okay, ‘That’s not what happened, your honor,’ but the pictures say otherwise."

"Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?"

You grinned. "I don’t think. I know."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, dragging a hand down his face. "You’re fuckin’ insufferable."

"Mm. And yet, here you are."

He scoffed. "By force."

" Force my ass! You literally begged me to take you home.”

"Fuckin’ delusional."

"Fuckin’ obsessed."

Bakugou barked out a laugh, shoving the car door open. "God, I hope you drive straight into oncoming traffic on the way home."

"Love you too, bestie!" You called out as he slammed the door shut behind him.

[rhtech4you]

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Hello and thank you for visiting our extensive overview of the Secret Email System. In this article, we will go through the approaches, recommendations and methods that comprise this efficient email marketing system. Regardless of your expertise in this sphere, from a complete beginner to an advanced marketer who wants to optimize his or her work, SES offers useful tips. Developed by Matt Bacak, the man who made more than $23 480 824 in sales, this system works perfectly for leads, prospects, sales, and customers. The best part? Overall, it takes only a half an hour a day to run, which makes this a very effective strategy for your marketing. In this review you are going to get to know the truth about how the Secret Email System can actually be utilized to construct your targeted subscriber list and attain the desired level of automation. As with any fantastic advertising method, individuals turn into skeptical; let’s reverse the veil from this effective email marketing approach.

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Product : Secret Email System

Creator : matt bacak

Official website : click here

 Front – End Price $5.60 to $97.00

Recomendation : Highly Recomended !

Niche : EBOOK

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The author of this fantastic ebook is Matt Bacak – an experienced specialist in Internet marketing, who has managed to include his profound knowledge into this helpful tool.

A true guru, over a decade experienced Matt is an award-winning email marketer. He has not only turned into the best- selling author but has also created his fan base of more than 1. 2 million people enjoys his type of music present in his niche. Also, he has managed to setup several companies of millions of dollars several times.

 So the next section of SecretR Email System Review, now I will explain this product complete features.

who is SecretR Email System best for

Freelancers

Website Owners

Social Media Marketers

Local businesses

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Affiliate Marketers

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SecretR Email System features

1. THE SecretR Email System  TO HELP YOU TOChoose an entice offer which has been developed by a different person.

2. Join affiliate program with that offer that cannot be resisted.

3. It is recommended to buy a domain that would be connected with the offer. Set up an autoresponder.

4. Since framing is done on the opt-in page, one has to create an opt-in page that also doubles up as the pre-frame page for the irresistible offer.

5.Send people to you pre-frame/opt-in page to develop your list of highly-responsive subscribers.

6. Use the “Welcome Mat” strategy which has been described in the book.

7. Set up an autoresponder sequence to make the irresistible offer to go out to the new subscriber, thrice.

8. Either employ one of the seven best traffic sources mentioned in the book, or complete all the steps outlined in the ultimate email marketing package.

9. Ensure that you send people to your pre-frame/opt-in page over and over again.

10.Find out which offers are best suited to the list by making your offerings available to attract its attention.

 11.Learn more about the greatest chance to make vast amounts of money.

12. Let me show you how you can increase your revenue and profit stream by 10 times.

How  Secret Email System works only

There has simple 3 steps SecretR Email System ‘S MARKETING MODEL IS

STEP 1 – of list building is the most challenging step and it can be automated.

Step 2 reminds them that the next action is to mail your list automatically.

STEP 3 GET PAID  ITS ALSO AUTOMATED .

Well,the Secret Email System comes into this picture in the following way:The Secret Email System eBook guides you through:The Secret Email System eBook guides you. through:Selecting a “high-demand” marketplace Finding high-converting affiliate offers Selecting a domain that in some way reflects what you are offering. Picking the right autoresponder.Every email marketer should be aware of the best practices of designing opt-in page .Converting People to Your Platform: Instead of clicking on the Website link,people are being directed to the opt-in page.

Create a good autoresponder series This article discusses the 7 websites traffic sources that Matt recommended. Offering of products to the list

SECRET EMAIL SYSTEM BONUSES AND VALUE

Bonus #1  – Irresistible Offer Video Guide ($97 Value) Bonus #2 – Secret Email System Checklist ($47 Value) Bonus #3 – 3x Formula Calculator ($97 Value) Bonus #4 – $2.1 Mill Email Swipe File (1,000 Emails) ($497 value) Bonus #5 – My Secret 357,582 Lead Gen Template ($297 Value) Bonus #6 – 10,978 New Leads—Daily Masterclass ($197 value) Bonus #7 –Secret Of Millionaire Mind Book ($19 Value) Bonus #8 – Gigantic Swipe File Book ($297 value) Bonus #9 – Free Breakthrough Session With My Team ($97 Value) Bonus #10  – My Private Facebook Community (Priceless)

Frequently Asked Questions

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Who is this for?

This is for that person that wants to go to your laptop and finally make money online. It is also for the person that wants to build a list of people that want to buy over and over again so you can enjoy.  

I want this, what exactly am I getting?

The Secret Email System offer is a really fabulous offer. We want to make it so good that you’d feel like an idiot if you let it pass you by especially if you want to easily generate an income working a few hours a week.

What you will get in this fabulous offer is the Secret Email System ebook and you’ll also get an advanced 90-Minute training that will walk you through exactly how I get up to 10,978 leads a day.

Plus, on top of all that you’ll get 10 amazing bonuses valued at $1,645. 

Do you offer more in-depth help?

Yes, nothing was held back from writing, this however, for the people that want further assistance with things I do proven to work, I do have opportunities to add upgrades to your purchase.

Is there a guarantee?

Yes, you get a 30-day money back guarantee in the strange case you don’t think it’s for you. I’ll even let you keep the book.

What is the Secret Email System?

The Secret Email System is a counterintuitive approach to creating and running an online business, specifically the freedom life-style business model, that allows you to build a sustainable and profitable long term business that gives you the freedom, fun and adventure. 

How is this different than all the other stuff out there?

Most people teaching this stuff don’t make as much money as me or they have only been around for a few years. The things that I’m going to share with you have all been proven super successful. There is no theory here. Anyone can blatantly copy this method.

It will work for people just starting, people that want to quit their job, people that want to retire early, for people that just want to make a lot of money and have their own freedom business. You’ve probably seen this strategy in action several times in one way or another. But I’d venture to guess you haven’t started using it or making it work. A large number of people have tried to use this method, BUT, Most get it all Wrong. Each of them left out one or more key elements (which I reveal in this book) that make the strategy so effective. Leave one of these out and at best, you spend WAY TOO MUCH money, and at worst, your whole strategy crumbles into millions of pieces. Make sure you use each of the simple secrets, and you might not be able to keep up with the amount of money flooding into your bank account.. 

Secret Email System Is There Any Guarantee Of Refund

you will buy Secret Email System to improve your business. If you think that the product Secret Email System is not working after your purchase . then you can Return this Secret Email System and you are covered by 30 days money back guarantee. THIS IS the world’s best money-back guarantee..

       MY RECOMMENDATION

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