#´ ❅ ﹕ — ⟨ pr. ⟩ › i have loved the stars too much to be fearful of the night.
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— shooting stars! || park seonghwa
loosely inspired by the drama shitting stars!
Most people aren’t interested in the truth. They just casually gossip to entertain themselves. No one takes responsibility for the caused pain.
idol!seonghwa x prmanager!reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut
trigger warnings: vanilla sex, honestly there's not much just kissing, touching, and... lovemaking. really soft smut. it's embarrassing, jealousy, argument, emotional distress, career-related stress, and difficult decisions
words: 8.2 k
reminder: what you're about to read is purely fiction, so let's keep it separate from reality.
!minors do not interact!
— hi there! this is my longest story so far! i've been working on it like crazy for the past few days and here we finally are. so the smut... it's not really a smut but still? i tried oh god, i feel so embarrassed but yeah i just decided to go for it. it's again requested work but i actually changed some of it to fit into my idea... anyway thank you so much for requesting!
love, monika. ♡
if you enjoyed this post, i'd be so grateful for a little love – a like or comment would truly make my day!
The office in Mapo-gu, Seoul, felt stiflingly hot, despite having already downed three cups of iced coffee. With the air conditioning out of order and repairs not scheduled until two days later, you found yourself drowning in a sea of work. Who would have imagined that working at a medium-sized entertainment agency would entail such an overwhelming workload? You should have felt grateful for landing this job, considering the effort you had put into securing it, but at times, it felt overwhelmingly demanding. Being the head of the PR department at KQ Entertainment was certainly something to boast about, especially after ATEEZ's success. You joined the company a few years back when you were the sole member of the PR team. If you claimed you believed in the company's success from the beginning, you'd be lying. When you first entered, fear outweighed optimism regarding the future. Indeed, it was no small feat for eight teenage boys to shoulder the weight of an entire company, but ATEEZ rose to the challenge with unwavering determination and passion. Now, with two active bands under KQ's wings, you find yourself constantly occupied.
Managing the members of ATEEZ was undoubtedly a challenging task, and surprisingly, it wasn't due to any misbehavior on their part. Despite their young age and the temptations that come with fame, the ATEEZ members remained remarkably grounded and focused on their careers. You truly admired that. But when a band from such a small company starts gaining momentum, rumors are bound to circulate. Your main priority was to prevent those rumors from leaking. Which wasn't easy, as people can be cruel when they're envious. But still, to this day ATEEZ has not been involved in any major scandals, which made you proud.
In a small company like KQ, everybody knows each other. Initially, stepping into that environment, you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous around the members of ATEEZ. Their presence seemed to exude a magnetic energy that was both captivating and intimidating. As you interacted with them more and more, you realized that their aura was indeed something special. Each member brought their own unique charm and personality to the table. You and the members of ATEEZ grew slightly closer than others, due to your similar ages, but it was Seonghwa who stood out to you the most. His effortless humor, kindness, and genuine care for others made him a favorite. Right from the start, you felt drawn to him. However, you maintained a professional demeanor, knowing all too well the potential consequences of getting too close, especially considering his status as an idol. But at some point, company dinners and parties became regular occasions, where you celebrated each of ATEEZ’s success together. And as the alcohol in your system increased, your professionalism decreased. Your bond with Seonghwa deepened, you found yourself drawn to him more than ever before. Whether it was sharing drinks, engaging in playful games, or simply relishing heartfelt conversations over company dinner, you cherished every moment spent in his company. With each passing interaction, your admiration for him grew, and before you knew it, you were falling head over heels for him. Despite the looming fear of crossing a line you couldn't return from; you couldn't resist him. What started as a professional relationship evolved into something much deeper and more profound. The shy touches and lingering glances exchanged between you spoke volumes, conveying emotions that words alone couldn't express. In the midst of loud music and bustling crowds, you found yourselves leaning closer to each other, seeking solace in the warmth of each other's presence. His hand naturally gravitated to your waist whenever you stood side by side, a silent yet undeniable declaration of the connection you shared.
The day had been long and exhausting, and you were just about ready to call it quits when the sudden intrusion of your boss jolted you from your thoughts. Startled, you looked up to see him standing in the doorway, a look of excitement and urgency written across his face.
"Y/N! Have you heard?" he exclaimed; his voice filled with anticipation. You blinked in surprise, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten as you leaned forward in your chair.
"Heard what?" you asked, curiosity piqued. Your boss couldn't contain his grin as he delivered the news.
"ATEEZ just sold out an entire US Tour!" The words hung in the air, sinking in slowly as you processed their significance. And then, without warning, a surge of elation washed over you, and before you knew it, you were on your feet, a joyful scream escaping your lips.
"What?" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement. Without a second thought, you rushed forward, enveloping your boss in a tight hug, overcome with happiness at the incredible news. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a testament to the hard work and dedication of everyone involved in ATEEZ's journey. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. The excitement in your boss's voice was contagious as he patted your back, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"We are celebrating tonight!" he declared with enthusiasm, his words echoing through the office. A surge of anticipation raced through you at the prospect of celebrating ATEEZ's incredible achievement.
"Absolutely!" you replied eagerly, already picturing the party ahead. With a playful wink, your boss continued,
"So go back to your place, doll up, and I'll see you here at 7 sharp!" You nodded enthusiastically, a smile stretching from ear to ear.
"You got it!" You exclaimed, already mentally planning your outfit for the evening. As you made your way out of the office, the excitement of the impending celebration filled you with renewed energy. With a spring in your step and a heart full of anticipation, you packed up your belongings and bid farewell to the office for the day. The thought of celebrating ATEEZ's success and the prospect of finally seeing Seonghwa filled you with an infectious excitement that bubbled within you. As you made your way through the bustling streets, the anticipation only grew stronger. The familiar sights and sounds of the city seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the promise of the evening ahead. Tonight was a night for celebration, a chance to toast to ATEEZ's success and revel in the joy of being surrounded by friends and colleagues. But above all else, it was a night to be reunited with Seonghwa, and you couldn't wait to see where the evening would take you. With a smile on your face and excitement in your heart, you pushed open the door to your apartment.
After a quick shower to freshen up and wash away the cares of the day, you set about styling your hair and applying my makeup with meticulous care. With the luxury of extra time on your hands, you paid attention to every detail to ensure that you looked and felt your best for the evening ahead. After finishing your make-up, you reached out for your phone resting on the nightstand, your heart skipping a beat as you saw Seonghwa's name flashing on the screen. A surge of excitement coursed through you as you answered the call, eager to hear his voice after what felt like an eternity apart.
"Hello?" You said, your voice tinged with anticipation as you brought the phone to your ear, butterflies dancing in your stomach.
"Hey, it's me," Seonghwa's voice came through the line, warm and familiar, sending a rush of warmth through you. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied,
"Hi, Seonghwa. I was just thinking about you." There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a soft chuckle.
"Funny, I was just thinking about you too," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I will see you tonight, right?"
"Absolutely, I wouldn't miss it for anything," you replied without hesitation, "We definitely need to celebrate!"
"Honestly, the only thing that matters is that I will finally see you," Seonghwa's voice came through the phone, filled with warmth and affection. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied,
"Same here, Seonghwa. I've missed you." And as you exchanged a few more words of affection and excitement, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be reunited once more. With a renewed sense of anticipation and joy, you ended the call, a sense of warmth and happiness lingering in your heart. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, and you couldn't wait to see Seonghwa's smiling face once more.
Choosing the perfect outfit for the evening was challenging. On one hand, you wanted to look your best – to make a memorable impression on Seonghwa after being apart for so long due to his overseas schedule. But on the other hand, you didn't want to appear overdressed or out of place at the party. After rummaging through your wardrobe for what felt like an eternity, you finally settled on something. Opting for a timeless and sophisticated look, you selected a classic black shirt for the evening's celebration. Deciding to add a touch of allure to the ensemble, you opted to leave the top few buttons of the shirt undone, revealing a hint of skin. It was a small gesture, but it added just the right amount of intrigue to the outfit. Paired with a simple black skirt that hit just in the middle of your tights, the combination was effortlessly sexy. The monochromatic palette created a sleek and cohesive look that was eye-catching. With a few carefully chosen accessories – a delicate, gold necklace, a pair of understated earrings, and a sleek clutch – you completed the outfit. As you admired your reflection in the mirror, a sense of excitement washed over you. Tonight was going to be a night to remember.
You entered the company building, the air was filled with electric energy, a tangible sense of excitement pulsating through the air. Everywhere you looked, you could see signs of preparation – colorful balloons swaying gently in the breeze, banners hanging from the walls, and a festive atmosphere that filled the space with warmth and joy. A smile spread across your lips as you took in the sight before you, feeling a surge of excitement building within you. It was clear that everyone had gone to great lengths to ensure that tonight's celebration would be a night to remember, a fitting tribute to ATEEZ's incredible achievement. With each step you took, the anticipation continued to build, fueled by the excitement of finally being reunited with Seonghwa and the rest of the ATEEZ members. After exchanging greetings with everyone and soaking in the festive atmosphere, you found yourself nestled in a cozy corner of the room, a drink in hand. As you scanned the bustling room, your heart skipped a beat with each familiar face that passed by, hoping to catch sight of Seonghwa among the crowd, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Y/N!" As you heard your name called from across the room, you turned your head in the direction of the sound. Through the sea of people, you spotted a familiar face.
"San!" You greeted him enthusiastically as he approached, a genuine smile spreading across your face at the sight of him. San was always such a warm and friendly presence, and you were genuinely glad that he had come over to you. "Congratulations!" you exclaimed as San pulled you in a warm hug. With a smile, you pulled back from the hug, meeting his gaze with genuine happiness in your eyes. "I'm so happy for you, San," you said sincerely, knowing that his success was well-deserved.
"It's truly incredible," San replied, a smile tugging at his lips as he raised his glass to clink it against yours. The sound of glass meeting glass echoed through the room, a toast to success. "It's moments like these that make all the hard work worth it," San said, you nodded with agreement. "Here's to many more successes and celebrations to come." with a smile, you took another sip of your drink, savoring the moment and feeling grateful for the opportunity to share it with a friend like San.
''Y/N! You look amazing!' You didn't notice when Hongjoong approached you,
"Thank you!" You replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. Before you could react, Hongjoong took your hand and spun you around gently, causing laughter to bubble up from within you. His eyes scanned you appreciatively, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks under his gaze. It was a simple gesture, but it filled you with a sense of happiness.
"Am I interrupting something?" As the question hung in the air, you turned your gaze away from Hongjoong and met Seonghwa's eyes, feeling a rush of emotions wash over you. His presence seemed to fill the room, drawing you in with an intensity that was both exhilarating and unnerving. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between you both. In that moment, it felt as though the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you standing there, caught in a moment.
"No, not at all," you replied, as you tore your gaze away from Seonghwa's, turning back to face San and Hongjoong. "We were just catching up." your mind remained fixed on Seonghwa, unable to shake the feeling of his presence lingering in the air.
"I was just telling her how amazing she looks tonight," As Hongjoong's words filled the air, a warm smile spread across your face at his kind gesture. It was a small reassurance amid the tension that lingered between Seonghwa and you,
"Thank you, Hongjoong," you replied with genuine gratitude, meeting his gaze briefly before turning back to face Seonghwa once more. His eyes bore into yours, and you couldn't help but wonder what thoughts lay behind Seonghwa's gaze.
''We will leave you two alone and say hi to the rest of the team.'' San spoke, as he took Hongjoong by his arm, and pulled him behind.
"Of course," you replied, nodding in understanding as San and Hongjoong made their way towards the rest of the team. They disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension.
“I don’t like the way they look at you” Seonghwa's words hung in the air, breaking the silence with a weight that you couldn't ignore. His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of concern that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and curiosity at his sudden confession.
"What do you mean?" you asked. There was a depth to his words that hinted at something more, and you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to elaborate. Seonghwa sighed, his expression troubled as he struggled to find the right words.
"I mean... I just don't like the way they look at you," he confessed, his voice strained with emotion. His admission caught you off guard, and you were at a loss for how to respond. "It drives me crazy." As he downed his drink in one swift motion, you could see the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.
"Seonghwa, are you... jealous?" you asked tentatively, your heart pounding in your chest. His eyes widened at your question, and for a moment, he was speechless.
"Jealous?" Seonghwa repeated, seemingly taken aback by your question. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to find the answer himself. After a moment of silence, he let out a soft chuckle, his gaze dropping to his hands. "Maybe I am," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The intensity of his confession made your heart flutter, and a blush crept up your cheeks. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair, a sign of his nervousness that you had come to recognize.
"I just... I care about you, you know?" He looked up at you, his eyes filled with an emotion that you hadn't seen before. It was a look of protectiveness, of possessiveness, but also of vulnerability. And in that moment, you realized that perhaps Seonghwa's feelings ran deeper than you had initially thought. Your moment was abruptly interrupted by someone calling his name from across the room. Your heart sank slightly, realizing that you wouldn't have the opportunity to delve deeper into the conversation. Seonghwa glanced at you apologetically, his expression filled with regret.
"I'll be right back," he promised, his voice tinged with disappointment. You nodded in understanding, offering him a reassuring smile despite the lingering questions in your mind.
"Take your time," you replied, watching as he made his way through the crowd, his figure disappearing into the throng of people. Left alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder about the true meaning behind Seonghwa's words. His confession had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within you, and you longed for the chance to delve deeper into it. But for now, all you could do was wait, hoping for the opportunity to continue your conversation when the time was right.
As the night wore on, you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind of conversations and celebrations, the opportunity to continue the conversation with Seonghwa slipping further and further away with each passing moment. Seonghwa seemed to be caught up in the festivities as well, pulled in different directions by the demands of the evening. Despite your best efforts to find a moment alone with him, the bustling atmosphere of the party made it difficult to carve out the time for a private conversation. Seonghwa was constantly surrounded by friends and colleagues, and you found yourself pulled in different directions as well, engaging in lively discussions and catching up with the rest of the team.
The atmosphere in the company was quiet, with only the faint echoes of the recent party lingering in the air. As the party slowly wound down and the last of the guests trickled out of the door, you found yourself alone in the room, left to clean up the aftermath. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached, and you turned to find Seonghwa lingering in the doorway.
"Can I help you clean up?" he asked, his voice gentle and earnest. You nodded, appreciating his offer of help and the chance to speak with him once again.
"Of course, thank you, Seonghwa." You replied, welcoming his company. Together, you started to pick up the scattered cups and plates, the silence between you comfortable yet filled with anticipation. Seonghwa worked diligently, making quick work of the mess. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, admiring his focus. When he finished, he looked up and met your gaze, a small smile playing on his lips.
"It's much easier with two people," he commented, breaking the silence. You agreed and thanked him again for his help. The room was now clean, but neither of you made a move to leave. Seonghwa finally broke the silence.
"About what I said earlier," he began, hesitating slightly. You nodded, indicating that you were listening. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he continued. "I meant what I said. I care about you... more than I probably should." His words echoed in the empty room; the atmosphere suddenly heavy. You looked at him, surprised by his confession but also relieved. His feelings mirrored your own, and you found yourself smiling at him.
"I care about you too, Seonghwa," you replied, his face lit up at your words, and for the first time that evening, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.
"Can I kiss you?" His words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through you, and without hesitation, you reached out to gently cup his face in your hands.
"Yes," you whispered, Seonghwa’s eyes twinkled with happiness at your answer. You could feel your heart pound against your chest in anticipation. Seonghwa’s touch was gentle yet commanding as he pulled you closer by your waist, drawing you into his embrace with a magnetic force that was impossible to resist. As his touch sent shivers cascading down your spine, your body reacted instinctively, responding to the electrifying sensation with an intensity that took your breath away. Every nerve seemed to ignite with a fiery spark as his fingertips grazed your skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensation. Seonghwa's lips were warm and soft against yours, each gentle brush sending sparks of electricity dancing across your skin. The moment his lips met yours, everything around melted away. All you could feel was him; his lips on yours, his heartbeat echoing your own. The kiss was soft, tender, filled with all the emotions that had been building up between you. With each press of Seonghwa’s lips against yours, you felt yourself melting into his touch, losing yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his embrace. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, a steady rhythm echoing the urgency of the desire that coursed through you. With each caress, your senses were heightened, attuned to every nuance of his touch. It was as if a spark had been ignited within you, setting your entire being ablaze with a fierce longing that threatened to consume you whole.
"Seonghwa, we shouldn't," you whispered breathlessly against his lips as you pulled away, a pang of hesitation gnawing at your heart.
"Why not?" He murmured, his breath hitching as he stared at you with a look of surprise and confusion. His words resonated within you, forcing you to confront the fear that had been lingering at the back of your mind. You swallowed hard, your mind wrestling with the feelings that had been building up inside you.
"You're an idol, Seonghwa, and I... I work for your PR team," you started, your voice barely a whisper. You watched as the confusion in his eyes shifted to understanding, his grip on your waist loosening slightly. "The rules... the... the consequences," you stuttered, your heart pounding as you tried to put your fears into words. "We could get caught... I could lose my job... and it could ruin your career." For a moment, Seonghwa was silent, absorbing your words. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his feelings and the harsh reality of the world you both lived in. But then, he pulled you closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
"I understand," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the pounding in your chest. "But I can't help how I feel about you. We'll figure this out... together." You tried to say something, to voice the concerns still swirling in your mind, but Seonghwa shook his head and placed a finger on your lips.
"Shhh... I've waited too long for this," he murmured, and before you could respond, he leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left no room for argument. His touch was electrifying, his lips hungry and insistent against yours, and you found yourself returning his fervor with equal intensity. There was no gentleness, no tender caresses. Instead, your kiss was raw and unbridled, fueled by a primal hunger that threatened to consume you both. With each brush of your lips, the barriers that had once held you back crumbled, giving way to an overwhelming surge of desire. In the heat of the moment, there was no room for hesitation or doubt. All that mattered was the fiery connection that blazed between you, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each passing second. And as you lost yourselves in the intoxicating rush of passion, you knew that there was no turning back. As the world around you melted away, you found the courage to voice the words that had been on the tip of your tongue.
"Let's go to my place," you breathed out, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his response. Seonghwa looked at you, a slight surprise in his eyes. Then a slow smile spread across his face, transforming his features into a look of pure happiness.
"I'd love to," he replied, his voice husky. You reached out, gently grasping Seonghwa's wrist and pulling him to follow you. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but there was a glimmer of excitement mirrored in their depths. With a sense of urgency, you swiftly took your purse. Every movement was propelled by a heady mix of anticipation and desire, your heart pounding in rhythm with the rapid pace of your thoughts. As you made your way to the back door, Seonghwa paused for a moment, reaching for his jacket, glasses, and a mask before stepping outside. You were struck by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail. In that simple gesture, you saw a glimpse of the considerate and caring person he was beneath the surface. With a soft smile, you followed, grabbing your own jacket and slipping on a mask before joining Seonghwa outside. The cool night air greeted you as you stepped onto the pavement, wrapping you in its embrace. Feeling the warmth of Seonghwa's hand intertwining with yours sent a jolt of electricity. With your fingers intertwined, you set off together, following the familiar way that would lead you to your apartment. You couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude as you made your way through the quiet streets, it was a relief to know that your apartment was only a short distance away from the company.
As soon as the door to your apartment closed behind you, Seonghwa pulled you hard into his chest, your bodies pressing on each other. His kisses became more urgent, his grip on you tighter as if he was afraid you would disappear. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss that left you breathless, his taste intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. In this moment, there was no room for remorse or second thoughts, only the overpowering need for each other. You were lost in him, in the overwhelming sensation of his touch, his taste, his scent. As the intensity of your shared passion escalated, Seonghwa moved to unbutton your shirt, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.
"Wait," you murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and filled with desire, but he stopped at your words, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he waited for you to continue. "I... I just want to make sure we're both on the same page," you said softly, voice trembling slightly with the weight of the moment. "I care about you, Seonghwa, more than I can put into words. But I want it to mean something, for both of us." As you spoke, you searched his expression for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but all you found was a profound sense of understanding and respect. In that moment, you were sure that Seonghwa shared your desire for something deeper, something more meaningful than just physical intimacy. His lips curved into a tender smile, and he reached up to gently cup your cheek in his hand.
"I understand," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want this to mean something too, Y/N. More than anything. I’m not leaving you." With those words, the last of your doubts melted away, leaving only a sense of trust and connection between you. His touch, careful and loving, trailed down your body, taking the time to appreciate every inch of you. Seonghwa’s fingers traced over your skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. He took his time, his hands exploring you as if he was memorizing every curve, every line of your body. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging gently at the soft strands. He let out a soft groan, his hot breath fanning against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His lips found yours again, stealing your breath away with the intensity of the kiss. His hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, unbuttoning it and tossing it aside. His gaze was full of admiration and desire as he looked at you, his eyes taking in your form.
"You're beautiful, Y/N," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and filled with emotion. You blushed, a smile spreading across your lips at his words. Seonghwa leaned in, pressing kisses along your neck, collarbones, down to your chest. His hands finally moved to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. His touch was electrifying, each kiss sending waves of pleasure through your body. Seonghwa was patient, taking his time to make you feel loved, and cherished. He moved lower, his lips trailing down your stomach, making you gasp with anticipation. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him closer to where you needed him. "So impatient," Seonghwa commented as he moved back up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. Craving the feel of his skin against yours, your hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. You took a moment to admire him, your gaze trailing over his muscular chest, and the defined abs. Seonghwa was beautiful, every inch of him perfect. You reached out, your fingers tracing over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. Seonghwa’s hands roamed your body, the touch igniting a fire within you. He moved lower once again, his lips trailing down your stomach, making you gasp with anticipation. His hands moved to your skirt, unzipping it and sliding it down your legs. Seonghwa’s lips found the skin on your thighs, his hands gently creasing them, each touch sending waves of desire coursing through you. His lips moved up your tight, his lips finding all your sensitive spots, making you arch your back and gasp out his name. You felt his breath dangerously close to your panties, which by now were soaked completely with your arousal.
"Seonghwa," you moaned, your voice thick with longing as you arched your back, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that washed over you. "Not here," you murmured, your voice trembling as looked down on him with a mixture of desire and urgency. "Bedroom... Let's go to the bedroom." Seonghwa, with a deep and magnetic gaze that held you captive, guided you gently towards the bedroom. He led you to the edge of the bed, his hands never leaving your body. Carefully, with an affectionate touch, he laid you down on the soft sheets. Seonghwa's gaze was intense but tender, as if he was committing every detail of you to memory. The look in his eyes held a fervor that was both thrilling and comforting. The last piece of your clothing was slowly discarded, your lace panties landing softly on the floor. His hands, now free to explore, traced a path of heat down your bare body, each touch igniting a spark of anticipation. He kissed you deeply, a promise of more to come, before his eyes met yours once more. Seonghwa's gaze was full of adoration and hunger, a testament to the intimate connection that was about to deepen. Slowly, Seonghwa began to undress himself, his movements unhurried and deliberate. As the last piece of his clothing dropped to the floor, he positioned himself atop you, his bare skin against yours sending tremors of desire coursing through your veins. His eyes continued to hold your gaze, their depths reflecting the shared anticipation of the intimate moment that was about to unfold.
"Is this alright?" Seonghwa whispered against your lips.
"Yes," you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper, "Yes, Seonghwa... I'm yours." Your affirmation seemed to ignite something within him. A slow, intoxicating smile spread across his face, his dark eyes twinkling with a mixture of love, desire, and a hint of possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. His gaze never wavered from yours, maintaining eye contact as he leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a searing, passionate kiss. One of his hands, tender and firm, cradled your face, his thumb gently brushing against your cheeks. With the other one he steadied himself between your legs, and you finally felt him entering you slowly and gently, his movements measured and full of care. The feeling was intoxicating, overwhelming in its intensity but filled with a tenderness that only Seonghwa could provide. As Seonghwa moved, you felt a surge of pleasure that left you gasping, your fingers trailing over his back, your nails gently digging into his skin. His name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper, the syllables intertwining with the soft moans and gasps that filled the room. Each thrust heightened the pleasure, building up tension that had you moaning his name louder. He responded to your every sound, his movements shifting and adapting to your responses. It was as if he was attuned to every part of you, each touch designed to elicit the maximum pleasure.
"Seonghwa," you moaned, as he continued to move, his rhythm steady and deliberate. He looked down at you, his gaze filled with love and desire, his expression mirroring the pleasure coursing through you. "I’m close" you whimpered as the pleasure started to overwhelm you.
"I know, baby," he responded, his voice low and soothing. His eyes never left yours, holding your gaze as the room around you both seemed to fade. Each of his movements were measured, calculated to draw the maximum response from you. He knew exactly what you needed, when you needed it, and he wasn't afraid to take his time in delivering it. Seonghwa was completely in tune with your body, knowing just how to touch you, how to move, to bring you to the edge. A gasp escaped your lips as his rhythm increased, the intensity building as he moved. His name was a whispered prayer on your lips, the only word you could manage as you clung to him. The world around you narrowed to the feeling of him, the sight of him, the sound of him, the scent of him.
"Let go baby," he murmured against your ear, his voice a soothing balm, grounding you in the moment. With a few more deep movements, he guided you both to the peak of your shared pleasure. The feeling was indescribable, a release of tension that left you both panting and gasping for breath. And through it all, Seonghwa was there with you, his gaze never leaving yours, his love and desire for you clear in his eyes. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Seonghwa collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, his heart beating in time with yours as you both lay there in silence, the echoes of your shared climax still reverberating through your bodies. Seonghwa’s fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, a soothing gesture that eased the lingering tremors racking your body. His lips pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart flutter.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. His concern was palpable, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.
"More than okay," you assured him, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his sweaty forehead. His answering smile was warm and genuine, a sight that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
"Good," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing slowly became more regular, his body relaxing as he basked in the afterglow. You laid there, tangled in each other's arms, your heartbeats syncing in the quiet. There was no need for words now, the silence between you was comfortable and familiar. As you drifted off to sleep, his arms tightened around you.
You were suddenly awakened by the sound of Seonghwa's voice, harsh and irritated, a stark contrast to the gentle tone you had grown accustomed to. His distressed voice pierced the calm tranquility of the early morning as he was on the phone, pacing around the room with furrowed brows, clearly in frustration. As you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you noticed your phone blinking on the bedside table. Forty-three missed calls. A wave of chilly dread filled you as you unlocked your phone to see the flood of messages and notifications. The first one you clicked on made your heart drop. Pictures of you and Seonghwa, walking to your apartment, your hands intertwined, were plastered all over various media outlets. The headlines screamed about Seonghwa's secret relationship, a shocking revelation that seemed to have hit the fandom like a lightning bolt. The comments section was a whirlpool of emotions - shock, betrayal, and surprisingly, support. As you scrolled through the articles, you could barely register the words. This was your worst nightmare coming to life, the very reason you hesitated to start a relationship with Seonghwa in the first place. Seonghwa finished his call and turned to you, his face unnaturally pale.
"It's all over the news," he said, his voice barely a whisper. The room felt suffocating as a heavy silence descended upon it, both of you too stunned to utter a word. The reality of the situation was sinking in, unfolding a terrifying scenario that you both had dreaded. Your mind was racing, scrambling to make sense of the situation. All your worst fears were coming to life - the fear of getting caught, of losing your job, and of potentially damaging Seonghwa's career. This was the adverse consequence of your secret relationship, the one you had feared and tried to prevent from the very beginning. Yet, amidst the turmoil, you couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Your anger flared as you dialed your boss's number, your hands shaking as you held the phone to your ear. He picked up on the second ring, his voice tense,
"You need to do your job and stop this information from spreading," he demanded, his tone cold and unyielding. You felt your heart clench at his words, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as you fired back,
"How am I supposed to do that when I'm the one involved?" The line crackled with tension as you braced yourself for your boss's response, knowing that your conversation was about to take a heated turn.
"You're involved!?" His voice was sharp, laced with disbelief and a hint of anger. "How could you let this happen, Y/N? Do you have any idea what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into?" His words hit you like a slap in the face, and you felt a surge of anger rising within you.
"I didn't 'let' anything happen," you shot back, your own voice rising with frustration. "This isn't something I planned or wanted. And as for the mess, believe me, I'm well aware of it." There was a tense pause on the other end of the line, the silence filled with unspoken accusations and bitter recriminations. You could practically feel your boss's disappointment radiating through the phone, a heavy weight pressing down on you with each passing second.
"We need to contain this," he said finally, his tone clipped and businesslike. "Handle the damage control on our end, write a press release. Stay out of the public eye, keep your head down, and for god's sake, don't make things worse." You clenched your jaw, struggling to keep your emotions in check as you listened to his instructions.
"And what about Seonghwa?" you demanded, unable to suppress the edge of desperation in your voice. There was another pause, longer this time, as your boss considered his response.
"Seonghwa knew what he was getting into when he chose this life," he said finally, his voice oddly cold and unsympathetic. "He's a public figure, and he needs to accept the consequences of his actions. Just like you do." The words hung between you, a bitter reminder of the harsh reality you were both facing. As you hung up the phone, a sense of resignation settled over you, knowing that no matter how much you wanted to protect Seonghwa, there were forces at play far beyond your control. Seonghwa, who had been a silent witness to your conversation, finally broke his silence. His sobs filled the room, each one stabbing you like a knife to the heart. You turned to him, your eyes filled with regret and sorrow.
"I was supposed to be the one protecting you," you said, your voice choked with tears. You could see the pain in his eyes, reflecting your own as you confessed, "This was a mistake. I'm going to get fired, Seonghwa. There's no future for us." His face crumpled at your words, a look of utter devastation replacing his earlier confusion.
"No, Y/N, please..." he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose you." he retorted, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and despair. His words hit you like a punch to the gut. As the silence settled in the room, you felt a lump forming in your throat. The harsh reality of the situation was too overwhelming to comprehend. The words that had been exchanged between you two still echoed in your ears, haunting you. The room, once filled with love and warmth, now felt cold and distant. The air was heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions. Seonghwa, his eyes red and swollen from crying, looked at you. His usual cheerful demeanor was now replaced with a look of sadness and despair. He seemed like a completely different person. Seeing him like this broke your heart even more, the reality of the situation dawning on you.
"I... I need some time," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He got up from the bed, picked up his clothes from the floor and walked towards the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sat there, numb and silent, as you processed everything that had happened. You felt a sense of guilt wash over you, realizing that your actions had led to this mess. Picking up your phone, you answered the incoming call from one of the reporters.
"This is a delicate matter, and we are currently fact-checking all the information," you replied, maintaining a professional tone. "We will be releasing an official press statement soon regarding the matter. Thank you for your understanding."
For the next several minutes, you found yourself answering a seemingly endless stream of phone calls, bombarded with the same questions over and over again. "Who is this girl?" "Is it really Seonghwa?" "Is it official?" With each call, your heart ached a little more, the reality of the situation sinking in. You were the reason behind this mess, and with each question, the weight of your actions became increasingly clear. Seonghwa finally emerged from the bathroom, he was fully dressed, his hair neatly combed back, and his face, although still showing signs of distress, was more composed. He settled down next to you, the distance between you heavy with unspoken tension. You could feel his gaze burning into you, his eyes searching for answers in the depths of your own. But as he heard you denying what happened during countless phone calls, a flicker of hurt flashed across his features, overshadowing the mask of composure he had worn moments before.
"Y/N," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "Why are you doing this? We can't keep pretending like nothing happened." His words cut through the silence like a knife, leaving you speechless in their wake. You could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on you, demanding honesty in the face of your denial. But as you met his eyes, you saw the pain reflected in their depths, and a pang of guilt surged through you. You had hurt him deeply with your words, and now, as you continued to deny the truth, you were only adding to his anguish. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you turned away, unable to meet Seonghwa’s gaze any longer. In that moment, you felt more alone than ever, trapped in a web of lies and deceit from which there seemed to be no escape.
Once the calls ended, with a heavy heart, you began to draft a press release denying the rumors. As you typed, your mind raced with thoughts of how to properly word your denial, how to ensure that it would put an end to the rampant speculation. Seonghwa, who had been observing silently, finally spoke up, his tone filled with discontent. "Why are you denying it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and frustration.
"Seonghwa, we have to," you tried explaining,
"No, we don't," he retorted, his voice steady and determined. "We don't have to lie. We don't have to hide."
"Seonghwa, we can't just admit to this. The backlash... it could ruin your career," you argued, your voice tinged with desperation.
"And what? We lie? We hide?" Seonghwa countered, his voice filled with frustration.
"We need to think about the consequences. The fans, the company... it's not just us we have to consider." you countered, trying to maintain your composure.
"I don't care about that," he said, his voice softening. "I care about you. I care about us. I don't want to lie about that."
"But this isn't just about us. There are other people involved. Our actions have consequences." you responded, your voice breaking slightly.
"I know that" he said, his tone resolute. "But isn't our relationship worth fighting for?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. As the weight of your situation bore down, you felt the sting of desperation clawing at your heart, driving you to speak words you knew would hurt Seonghwa deeply.
"What relationship are you even talking about, Seonghwa? We hadn't even had a 'what-are-we' talk, and everything is ruined," you spat out, your voice laced with bitterness and regret. "We kissed less than 24 hours ago, and now we're all over the news." The words spilled out of you like poison, each one laced with the bitter taste of reality. You could see the pain flicker across Seonghwa's face, his eyes clouding with hurt and confusion. But you couldn't stop yourself, couldn't hold back the flood of emotions threatening to consume you. "We need to protect you," you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. "There's no 'us' in this, Seonghwa. It's just you, and your career, and the future you've worked so hard for. I won't let you throw it all away for me." Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you turned away, unable to bear the weight of Seonghwa's gaze any longer. In that moment, you knew that you had hurt him deeply, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret those words. For better or worse, they were the truth, the raw, unfiltered truth that lay at the heart of your impossible situation.
"You don't get to decide that" Seonghwa replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. "You don't get to decide what I throw away or keep. It's my life, my career, my future. And you... you're a part of that, whether you like it or not." His words hung heavy in the air, an undeniable truth that weighed down on your heart. "We're in this together, and I'm not letting you walk away just because you're scared. So, let's face this together. Let's fight for 'us', for our future. Because, in my eyes, there's no 'me' without 'us'." You stared at him, your heart pounding. His words echoed in your mind, raw and powerful. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear. Could you really fight for this? For him? Suddenly, the weight of your decision seemed more significant, more daunting.
"I... I don't know, Seonghwa," you stuttered, your voice barely a whisper. "I don't know if I can do this. If I can put you at risk like that."
But Seonghwa just shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's not for you to decide," he countered gently. "I'm ready to face whatever comes our way. And I want you by my side. So, will you fight with me?"
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You Drew Stars
Tech x Jedi reader
Unrequited love is a real bantha
Angst - Slowburn - Fluff
Pt 2 of You Drew Stars
“Hm… Well hello brown eyes.”
That one line had the blood in my body boiling as I repeated it over and over in my head.
“Brown eyes…” I scoffed as I helped Echo load some supplies, “That is the most ridiculous nickname I have ever heard.”
And yet so effective…
“Don’t look too much into it General.” Echo dismissed my pacing as I walked up and down the ramp.
“How can I not?” I sighed at the obvious attraction the two have between each other, “He adjusted his glasses!”
“Okay?” Echo looked at his General with confusion trying to figure her out.
“He adjusts his glasses all the time.” Hunter mused as he walked up the ramp, “Wrap it up you two, it’s time to move.”
“Not like that.” I muttered as I followed behind the two.
The mission was more or less successful given Phee’s constant flirting. Tech didn’t doing anything to dismiss her, but it’s not like he didn’t have the right too. He’s a free man after all.
Things seemed to get worse after a treasure mission of hers. One that she almost had us all killed mind you, but she was funny and helped when she was needed…
“Do you have an interest in Phee?” I remember asking him one night.
“No, of course not.” He said it so easily and I wondered then if he meant it.
After that, Phee began to show up constantly always taking up his attention when she was in the room. More often then not, I would have to leave the bar before I brought it crumbling down.
Even Omega seemed to take a liking towards her and our usual game of Sabaac and story telling turned to me sitting at a back table as she focused all of her attention on Phee’s pirating adventure.
Makes sense since my stories were usually grim with so much loss…
I still tried to get my affections towards Tech across. I would compliment him more.
“You look nice today.”
“I think you are really kind Tech, you care a lot about others… I just hope you know I care a lot about you too.”
“I like spending time with you the most.”
Everything passed by him like my words were made of air.
“Thank you.”
“I’m glad that at least you think so. If you could so kindly tell my brothers that, it would be highly appreciated.”
“I… Interesting.”
Simple thank you’s and easy replies, moving past it as if it never happened.
I know my eratic nerves seemed surprising to the others as I began to take more note in my appearance or in the way I carried myself.
Everything felt so forced now that I was no longer a Jedi. I couldn’t look to my master Secura for wisdom about what it was like to love a clone or Yoda’s wise words could no longer comfort me.
I bet if master Obi wan were here right now he would tell me that a Jedi should not hold such a strong connection to someone for it would lead to weakness and to the dark side… But look where love got master Skywalker, he was married to a senator… Or were… May they rest in peace.
I missed Ahsoka the most for our friendship was stronger than any order. Sometimes Hunter reminds me of her, kind, strong, and always pushing me to go after my dreams. I hope she made it out of order 66 just like I had.
Hope… it seems that’s all I can do nowadays.
To put it simply I had trouble expressing my feelings so freely and to have to hide who I really am to the world forever… Everything felt unbalanced.
It just seemed like my time was running thin with Tech yet those moments when it was just the two of us… Together on the marauder, going over mindless upgrades that the ship would need. It make seem dumb to the others, but for me… Everything felt right like it was meant to be.
Despite the fears slowly making a home in my heart, I focused on the good of the force, letting it guide me through my emotions.
I decided the best course of action was to do small things that would make him happy. It was what I remember Commander Bly would do for Master Secura and vice versa. A warm feeling filled my heart remembering how much they loved and protected one another. If only Order 66 didn’t happen then maybe they would be married somewhere by now.
I would make sure the ship was in order, he would always have home cooked meals, Omega was taken care of and that his brothers wouldn’t pester him so much.
I liked making recipes that were popular from my home world the most. The ones I remember my mother making and of course made enough for the rest of our little family or else they would be heartbroken. But I would always make sure Tech would eat instead of fixing something like right now for instance.
I placed one of my hands on my hips as I held a bowl of folio herb stew in my other hand, “Tech I swear if you don’t eat, I’m going to erase all the data you have on your holopad.”
“Mock threats isn’t going to stop me from finishing this task woman.” He commented and proceeded to tighten another bolt on the control panel.
“Fine.” I huffed as I sat beside him, where he was lying under the control panel.
I took a spoon full of stew, blowing on it before pressing it to his lips, “Open.” I said as his eyes widened in surprise.
He cautiously took a bite as if it were made of poison. He stared at me as he chewed, a low hum emoting from him at the taste.
I smiled back at him as I took spoon back to get more, “You work. I’ll feed you. Or else I’ll use the force and make you stop working.” I teased.
“You wouldn’t.” He squinted at me.
I raised a brow at him, “You wanna bet racer boy?”
“Yes General.” He replied with a playful roll of his eyes.
Our night ended up in laughs, the empty bowl paced off to the side and the two of us resting against a wall. Sleep was the furthest thing from our minds as we told stories about the good old days.
The next morning, a package that I have been waiting four days for arrived, placed in my hands by Echo. I was quick to thank the sec trooper before rushing to my room to wrap the small gift.
“You sure he said this was the part he needed for the transmitter?” I asked Hunter one last time as we stood outside of Sid’s cantina.
I held the gift nervously in my hand. Hunters small smirk didn’t help my nerves as he nodded his head.
“I’m sure. He told me himself if that helps.” Hunter answered with a wave of his hand.
“It doesn’t.” I spoke, my voice taking a solemn tone before I glanced back up at him, “I’m sorry for asking again. Usually he tells me these things. Thank you… For letting me know.” I said gratefully.
“Of course, I’m rooting for you General.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, “You deserve to be happy to and so does he.” He said before heading off, “Let me know how it goes.”
I smiled a bit when I entered the cantina to find Tech sitting at the bar alone. Now’s the perfect chance.
“Hey.” I greeted as I placed the small present on the bar counter beside him, “I got you something.”
“You did?” Tech’s eyebrow raised in surprise, “You know, this sudden display of gifts is interesting. What for?”
“Because…” I chuckled nervously, “You deserve something as simple as a gift and… You deserve so much more…”
“Well… Thank you.” He nodded and his eyes went back to the gift, opening it like a kid during Winters Day.
“Tech, there’s actually some thing I’ve been wanting to tell you. For a while actually.” I rubbed my arm nervously, “It was hard before because of the council and specific codes a Jedi must follow but now…”
His eyes widened as he pulled the part out of the box, “This is… I don’t remember telling you about this.”
“You didn’t, ah Hunter did actually. That’s the part he said you were looking for.” I squeaked out as my cheeks tinted pink, “It took a bit to find, but I asked around and heard it was at a shop off world so I had it shipped in.” I explained as he inspected the part closely.
“That was… Kind of you.” His voice trailed off as if he was unsure of how to say what he had to next, “But I’m afraid I have already obtained this part.”
“You did?” My brows furrowed in confusion, “But how?”
“I got it for him.” Phee stated as she walked in.
I watched at she took to his side like a loth cat. Tech accepting her presence as easy as the sky accepts the sun.
I felt my heart drop at the sight knowing that once again I was too late, “Oh…”
“Yes.” Tech nodded, his body shifting towards the pirate.
I cursed myself at not getting it fast enough. For not telling him how I felt… If only he would have just listened. I was a Jedi and yet I was being such a coward.
I put a smile on my face to hide my jealousy, “I’ll just put in the supply bin. You know- Just in case we need it for the ship or something else. I- yeah.”
“Great.” Phee shrugged before turning her attention to Tech, “What are you up to today brown eyes?”
I quickly grabbed the part and rushed out of the cantina from sheer embarrassment.
How did she find out? Did Tech tell her instead of me? He always told me the ins and outs of his experiments. Why did he tell her…
My brows furrowed as I stopped walking.
Why did he tell her?
“What’s wrong?” Echo asked as soon as I stepped off the ramp and onto the marauder, “You look… Angrh and unsettled. Is everything alright?”
“I am a Jedi, an embodiment of light and good and peace and calm… I’m calm! I’m…” I had to hold my breath to keep my breathing in control, but it did nothing to help.
“You don’t look good General.” Echo insisted, “Maybe Tech should-”
Just hearing his name triggered such a rage in me that before Echo could finish a crate went flying out of the ship.
“Nothing is wrong!” I seethed as I stormed towards the back of the ship and shoving the part into one of the junk bins.
“I see it didn’t go well then.” Hunter stated as he stepped into the small space.
“I…” I gripped the shelving trying to gain control of my emotions, “I was going to tell him.”
It seems lately these days, I’ve been slipping. My heart curling into the dark and I had to climb endlessly to keep myself from falling.
“He told Phee about his project and he didn’t even tell me. He always tells me and… And I had to hear about it from you. But what hurts the most is she got him the part and it was like our thing became there thing.” I sniffed, “He barely acknowledges me when she walks in the room and now she’s just always around and...” I squeezed my eyes shut, “I don’t think I have a chance Hunter.”
“Hey…” He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug, one that he would give Omega when she was feeling down, “Don’t think like that. She’s just new and they’re becoming friends which frankly he needs more of.” He chuckled, “Listen to me and just ask him out to dinner. You need to tell him you love him before it consumes you.”
“That is not the Jedi way.” I murmured jokingly.
“You’re not a Jedi anymore.” He spoke my earlier words back at me.
I sighed, “You’re right.” I pushed him away with a smile, “I should go apologize to Echo.”
“You did give him a start.” Hunter laughed, “It’s been a while since you used the force. I think you sent him back to the clone war days.”
I ran my hand over my face, “Oh poor Echo… I feel so bad now.” I sighed, “Where’s Omega by the way? I promised to take her out shopping.”
“She’s with Wrecker, but she should be back soon.” He said.
I nodded as we walked to the ramp of the ship, “Hey Echo!” I called out to him, “I’m sorry about earlier…”
Echo simply shook his head with a soft smile on his lips, “Don’t worry about it.”
There was only one thing was on my mind as I helped Echo with the rest of his tasks.
Tonight when Tech returns… I’ll ask him out on a date before I end up throwing something more than a crate.
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16 for.... pink astronaut. and that'll be it.
i struggled with this one if u cant tell
16. only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely
“Paulina. I’m serious. You need to stay here,” Danny said for the thousandth time.
Her doe eyes pleaded, sparkling with the infatuation for her beloved hero.
“But Dannyyyyyy,” she complained. “How else am I supposed to get new pictures of you for the blog? It’s helped so much with your approval rating.”
This wasn’t untrue. Since they’d started dating, and since Danny had shared his secret with Paulina, she’d taken on the task of being his PR agent. He admired her determination to shift public opinion of Phantom, and was surprised that it was so effective.
They’d done this dance before, though. Paulina begging to follow Danny to a fight, and him begging her to stay behind. He couldn’t put her in danger like that; it went against everything he believed in. Yet she still managed to wear him down each and every time.
Not today though.
He moved in closer to her, grabbing her arms. “Listen. I appreciate you and everything you’ve done for me. But this fight isn’t going to be pretty, and I don’t need you near that. I promise - the blog will be okay. I just need you to be.”
She gave him bigger puppy-dog eyes in response. He felt his resolve melting away, but he had to stick to his gut.
“Paulina…,” he warned.
His girlfriend dropped the act with a defeated sigh. “Fine. Can I at least fly with you there? I promise I’ll leave.”
Danny raised his eyebrows. “You promise?” She nodded quickly.
He considered the compromise. “I’ll drop you off outside of the affected area. That’s it.”
This seemed to please her enough. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pecked his cheek. Danny looped an arm under her legs and they were off, towards the docks.
It was a clear night - the moon and stars shone bright down onto Amity Park. It was sometimes off putting for Danny to fly towards a fight when the journey was so peaceful. Nothing compared to the quiet solitude of being so high. Of course, this time he held Paulina, and he shifted his attention to her, amused at the dreamy look on her face.
“I love this,” she said breathlessly.
“Yeah. Me too.”
He spotted a spot to briefly land and slowly let Paulina onto her feet. Fear and concern were written on her face, but this was nothing new.
“It’s gonna be fine. How many times have I done this?” Danny said, trying to lighten the mood.
Paulina stared at the ground. “I know. I just never know when…it’s not gonna be fine.”
“Hey. I’ll see you at home. I swear.” He held out his pinkie, which Paulina only stared at.
“A pinkie promise isn’t gonna keep you safe,” she finally said.
He flashed his signature troublesome grin. “But it won’t hurt.”
She finally locked their fingers together. Danny tried to pull away, but she held tight.
“You’d better come visit me later, ghost boy.”
“I promise.”
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Together
Characters: Head Engineer, GN!Reader
Word Count: 860
Spicy Rating: Just some pre-relationship jitters and passing mentions of canonical death.
In the months since the wormhole incident, it's taken quite a bit of time to settle in. After all, you were still considered the de-facto leader to many people, and your days were busy enough that you rarely had time to yourself. But it seemed, finally, that things were quieting down. After all, this was the first time you got to be alone with your head engineer in all those months. You hadn't been able to talk with him, much less try to broach the mess you both lived through and work through it like you wanted to.
Instead, you took this quiet instance for what it was. You're stargazing together, lying side by side on a blanket in the dark. You're a short walk away from the settlement, far enough that the little light pollution there was didn't obscure the view, and you had to admit it was breathtaking. You wish you could focus more on the way you could see the edges of the galaxy your new home was in, the glittering dust likely having a better name that the man by your side knew the right words for. Speaking of...
Your thoughts were too complicated to really word how you wanted the relationship with him to continue. He was your partner, equal in the way only someone who lived through the same mayhem could be. He was your best friend, the man who reached for you, calling for you even at his lowest moments, just as you always reached out to him without hesitation, trying to keep him desperately safe. Part of you remembers that first loop, where you couldn't grab him in time...and that last one where you refused to let go even once, as the flashbacks of losing him to the cold expanse of soundless darkness played behind your eyes.
Two people who made it through infinite lifetimes, infinite possibilities, and came out the other side together. Shaken, beaten to hell and back, but just as hopeful and kind as you were before...if not more so.
You loved him, so much it was terrifying how it seemed to consume you.
And yet, here and now...you both seem to be faltering on the threshold of the future, as if you were uncertain that damned blue glow was going to rip you from the peace you had fought for once again.
You took a breath, forcing yourself to think in the moment. After all the work and fear to get here, getting to enjoy this quiet, peaceful, star-filled sky was worth it all.
"This is...perfect." You're not sure why you wanted to speak those words into the air, and you're not sure if you mean the view, or the quiet, calm comfort of being beside your head engineer.
"I know, Captain." After all this time, he still called you by your title, but it felt more and more like a nickname as the days slipped by. "I'd spend the rest of my life like this if I could."
"Your whole life? Just like this?"
He made a small noise of confirmation, likely nodding though you couldn't see him. "Spending the rest of my life by your side? It'd make me the happiest man in the multiverse."
You pause, words drying up in your throat as your face begins to heat from the force of your blush. No words are spoken into the quiet night for a moment. Then, he shoots upright, almost launching himself face first into his knees, frantically trying to sort out his words as he speaks.
"I mean, that's-- that is, uh--"
You can't help but laugh as you reach up, tugging on his shirt to encourage him to lay back down. "I know, you're fine." It's easier to say it to the darkness, letting tiny bits of your heart flake away in the unexpected pain of hearing him try to backtrack. "I...I know you mean it like friends, and not like...not romantically."
The silence blooms again, and you feel him fidget beside you. You've known him long enough that you've learned how he fidgets, and what each kind means. The fact that he's rubbing and pulling on his fingers means he's trying very hard not to say something. You roll onto your side, propping your jaw up with a hand to look at him. He's resolutely staring at the sky, worrying his own lip between his teeth. He's nervous, too, thten.
"...Or...?" You venture tentatively, almost scared to hear how he responds. Your heart is beating so loudly, he has to be able to hear it.
"Not...not like friends. I. Maybe. More? I'd be happy no matter what you said, as long as I'm by your side! It doesn't have to be as-as-as....spouses, Captain, really, it can be like--"
Another laugh from you interrupts him, and before you can overthink it like you've been overthinking everything, you're kissing him gently, and he's looking at you with reverence and awe, his wide eyes reflecting the starlight above you.
"Proposing before the first date? Bold," you tease, enjoying watching him struggle for words as he tries to reign in his surprise. "Let's get dinner sometime first, before you try again. But...I can't imagine anyone I want to have by my side more."
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hi!! your blog is AMAZING and your writing style is AWESOME and your vibes are so POETIC and I'm a hopeless romantic knight too and this is COOL
can I have some sfw prince x knight love confessions? any time, any place, I just need beautiful, romantic, dramatic love confessions
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! First ask ever! Thank you so very much! Hopeless romantic knights club forever. And yes, I can most certainly give you some prince x knight love confessions.
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My prince has finally been crowned. Well, I'm supposed to call him my king now, I suppose.
I'm happy for my love, I'm happy that his father is finally gone and dead. It is good for our people, and it is good for him. My only trouble with his coronation, is that I fear he will no longer have need of me.
Right now he is conversing with other kings and nobility - they are all trying to gain his favour - while I sit alone in the rose gardens twiddling my thumbs.
"Oh, I'm so glad I could finally get away from them!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "So, my knight, how do I look in my new suit?" My pr- king turns around, smirking, showing of his new white and silver suit.
In the moonlight he glows and sparkles like a star that heaven favours over all the others.
"You are beautiful, my king." I answer.
"My king? I'll never get used to that, stick with my love." He runs a hand through my hair, ruffling it slightly.
"Shouldn't you go back inside?"
"What? Do you not care for my company anymore darling?" He jokes, but I always take him too seriously.
"No, of course not, I just don't want to steal you away from all of your new friends."
"Bah! You will always be better than any of my new friends."
I cannot help smiling at his words. "Thank you."
He stares down at me for a little bit, taking me in. Then he says something I thought I would never hear from another soul.
"I love you."
I am taken aback for a moment, processing what he just said to me, confessed to me. I was afraid he would forget about me but instead he made my wildest dreams come true.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything back? Scream at me, Tell me you hate m-" I cut him off by tackling him to the ground in a hug- "Whoa, you're going to turn my white suit brown! Knight!"
"I love you." I whisper. I begin rising, so I may help him off the ground and possibly save his suit from being stained with dirt, but he pulls me back down, kissing my lips and then in embracing me. "My king-"
"Ah."
"My love," I correct myself. "I thought you didn't want to stain your suit."
"Who cares about my suit when you love me! Who on earth cares!" He finally stops rolling us around and we lay on our sides facing each other. After a long silence I speak.
"Say it again."
"I love you, my darling." He repeats. "Your turn."
"I love you, my lord."
We then turn into a mess of 'I love you's and kisses.
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I'll probably make some more love confessions, I've already got an angsty one in mind, so keep an eye out if you're interested.
Thank you so much for the ask anon, I screamed in excitement for a good long while when I saw I got my first asks. So, if anyone, including you have any more prompts or anything, please go ahead and ask. I would love to do some writing for y'all.
#prince x knight#achilean#romance#mlm#hopeless romantic fantasy#asks#prompts#love confession#romantic#king x knight#hope you liked it anon!
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Hi! I sent the anon about X Factor contracts and that Harry possibly planned on CO as bisexual with Medicine. Thanks for replying. I just wanted to clarify that I don't think Harry is bisexual. At the time there were syndicated articles about it and I thought it was going to be a 'stepping stone'. So he could be out as queer but still have PR relationships with women. But the articles were buried a short time after so I'm not sure what happened. They were syndicated which usually means it is his team's doing. I do think the reason why he hasn't CO as bisexual is because it's not true to himself. He would still have to fake attraction to women, still do PR relationships with women and still write songs about women. So he wouldn't be in much of a better place.
God I hope Harry doesn't have to get fake engaged, even if it's to release a gay album. That would be a train wreck. Where would it go from there? Getting married to a woman? Having kids with a woman? In that case I'd prefer that he waits until he can CO. Because that would ruin him. He already gets backlash for playing all sides and it's going to keep increasing. People are going to tire from him. Even fans are tiring from the back and forth. More celebrities will call him out. Imagine him being engaged to a woman and still expressing himself as a gay man. It would ruin him lol. I really don't understand why Sony are so afraid of him CO? They can use his sexuality to market him. They'll still make money off him. It'll set him apart from other artists. There's no one on his same level who is an out gay man. It'll work well for his legacy, with him going down in history. Which will make them more money. I think they're missing out on a chance to maximize his potential. That they're losing out by keeping him closeted. If they're worried about losing fans then they need to stop marketing him for his relationships and market him for his artistry. His fanbase would soon change. Fans he loses will be replaced by others. By those who are turned off by his public image.
Hi again!
I don't think he'd do a stepping stone approach by coming out as bi first. It wouldn't change much, he'd still not be truthful about his sexuality, still be linked to women and still have his womaniser image. I get that it would have made sense if Harry was single and wanted to date men, but he's not. Harry being linked to men, when he's with Louis would be hard on Louis. So what would coming out as bi accomplish? Getting to be a bit more gay on stage maybe, and openly writing songs about men, but all in all would it be worth it? I think not.
And i agree with your second part. I think the fandom and our society are ready for an out gay male artist at his level. I hope Sony is soon there too. More and more gay artist make it big, and don't lose fans when they come out. Look at Lil Nas X (he's on Columbia with H btw). Even gay country music is going viral. K-pop stars are coming out. Heartstopper and RWRB are successes and not just made for the gays anymore. People are loving it, even the gp. Being out makes you stand out from the crowd, and you have a whole community at the ready to support you, and the gp is following. I hope they have a bit faith in his fans and the gp. But i fear the labels are traditionalists, formulaic, and take a conservative approach. They might be slow to follow and fail to see this opportunity for what it is.
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Getting to Know the Characters of 'Shooting Stars'
Lee Sung-kyung and Kang Young-dae as Oh Han-Byeol and Gong Tae Sung
‘Shooting Stars’ is too much of an interesting show that I couldn’t wait for the final 2 episodes before writing down a review. All the while that I’m watching this, I wonder how much fun the cast and crew must have had to film a show that so closely relates to their day-to-day lives, and how sensitive it might also be.
The show follows the life of a PR team leader, Oh Han-Byeol, and her progressive romance with A-List actor, Gong Tae Sung. Throughout the show, we witness the rise of their careers, the bumps they face, and how they help each other cross every hill on the road. From the perspectives of actors, managers, journalists, and public relations, we get a look into celebrities' so-called “perfect” lives, and the obvious truth that this glamourized look into their lives isn’t true.
Episode 3 of 'Sh**ting Stars'
GONG TAE SUNG
The thing I loved most about Gong Tae Sung is how his character was not structured to be another arrogant man that hates everyone else but that one girl, which is usually the go-to for high-class male characters that hold a ton of power.
“Why? Are you scared to see him?” - “Yes. A little.” - “What? You’re so honest.”
Episode 14 of ‘Shooting Stars’
Tae Sung was written as a sort of vulnerable and sensitive man, which I loved seeing on screen.
Stay there. Don’t go anywhere.
Episode 5 of ‘Shooting Stars’
I like to think that Tae Sung was scared of his feelings for Han-Byeol, not because of any pide but of genuine fear of losing his friendship with her or causing her to feel uncomfortable. As if he didn’t dread the possibility of not having his feelings be reciprocated, but the possibility that he might cause her to run away.
Han-Byeol in Episode 9 of 'Sh**ting Stars'
OH HAN-BYEOL
Unlike most haters to lovers tropes, Oh Han-Byeol completely accepted all the love that Tae Sung had to give her rather than refusing to believe it in spite. The vulnerability that I mention in this review mostly comes from their request for each other’s love and not being scared of the desire to be cared for and to ask for it.
And whatever happens, I always answer people’s calls … in case I miss something in that fleeting second.
Episode 14 of ‘Shooting Stars’
Although I wouldn’t consider the show as one wherein romance is only a subplot, the writer managed to make the characters interesting on their own even without each other’s love. It didn’t feel as if Han-Byeol only had a purpose when she got together with Tae Sung, and vice versa, which I feel is not considered as much in other films about finding love. They were simply two whole individuals that loved each other, not two individuals that became whole because of each other.
Girl's Day Sojin as Cho Ki Ppeum in tVN's 'Sh**ting Stars'
CHO KI PPEUM
I can say with no doubt that Cho Ki Ppeum is the character I enjoy watching most in the show. As someone who not only dreams of entering the film industry as a screenwriter but has also been considering journalism, this show had taken my daydreams and put them on screen and inevitably made me fall in love with the reporter.
You’ve been acting more like a champion of justice than a reporter.
Episode 12 of ‘Shooting Stars’
News outlets exist for the world to be made knowledgable about the facts of their society, and in many cases, a simple news article has served as a route to justice in our world. Having Cho Ki Ppeum as a secondary character in this show and how much the reporting side of media is showcased through her may be the thing that keeps my eyes locked on the screen.
Lee Yoon Woo and Gong Tae Sung in Episode 14 of 'Sh**ting Stars'
LEE YOON WOO
Yoon Woo is a character that has only been featured through short back flashes ranging from under a minute to a little over one but is a character I consider a necessity in the story.
I still wonder why he decided to do that. He was really popular then.
Episode 14 of ‘Shooting Stars’
Cases like Yoon Woo’s death are not scarce in Korean entertainment or the industry in general, and I appreciate his existence in the story for adding more to the incidents that could be occurring behind camera flashes, which I feel people take a little too objectively these days.
Although there are celebrities out there that live normal or even more boring lives than we do, it is respectful at the least to consider these people as humans and to be considerate of our actions on and off the internet.
'Shooting Stars' stands out from usual entertainment-based shows and films by putting the perspectives mainly on the people working behind the scenes. Watching a PR Agent straighten out the ruffles caused by the media while falling in love with an actor is something I have not seen before but highly recommend you do, too.
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by Isobelle Cruz, 05/06/2022
#shooting stars#oh han byeol#kim young dae#gong tae sung#lee sung kyung#tvn shooting stars#tvn drama#tvn kdrama#kdrama review#iqiyi#tvn review#korean drama#korean entertainment#entertainment industry
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Do you like your cereal soft or crunchy?
I mean I don’t like cereal in the first place exactly because of the texture...I’ve never quite understood why mix crunchy cereal bits with milk that would make it soggy in like 10 minutes hahaha. That said I’ve always preferred a bit of crunch in my food, which cereal doesn’t achieve for me.
Do you like spicy food?
Yup, I really enjoy it. My tolerance has also gotten a lot stronger in the last couple of years because of all the practice I do around spicy food, lol.
Do you keep a diary or a journal?
Neither, but I do have this blog which pretty much serves the same purpose.
What is on your path currently in life?
To tell you the truth? I’m feeling pretty lost again. I no longer find fulfillment in my job (even though I still enjoy the overall nature of PR – it’s agency life that is not cut out for me), and I’m struggling to make a decision on what’s next. I try not to get too worried about it, though, because isn’t this what life is all about anyway?
I’m only 24 after all and I’d be even more concerned if I already feel content at this early stage in my life because that only means I’d stay just here and not allow any room for further growth. As turbulent as it can be, I try to view being lost as a good thing, because it only means I’m still hungry for more. I can’t tell you what my current path is now, but what I can say is that I know I want to be headed somewhere that would once again bring me happiness and satisfaction.
What is your star sign?
Taurus.
What month were you born?
April.
Have you ever travelled to Australia?
I have not.
How do you show someone that you love them?
Depends on the person, but I’ve observed that in the general sense, my love languages tend to veer towards acts of service and gifts.
Do you like reading? what was the last thing you read?
I no longer enjoy reading books and haven’t completed a novel since, like high school; but I still catch up with reading, just in various forms now. I like reading articles and essays from publications/magazines like NYT, and I also never outgrew fanfiction, lmao.
Do you enjoy the television series 'Schitt's Creek'?
Never tried giving it a watch.
Do you find The Simpsons to be intolerable these days?
Hmm, never really followed it much. Lane would definitely be a much better judge on this :)
What are you afraid of?
A lot of things, but a major fear would be airplane crashes.
Do you have a fear of birds?
I wouldn’t say it’s a main one, but I also wouldn’t be happy getting stuck with a huge bird in the wild especially if it was pissed to see me, you know?
Do you address older people by their first or last name?
Depends on the context, but in my line of work I’ve been used to addressing people by their first name without honorifics. But yeah, it would definitely have to depend on the situation and the level of politeness required.
Do you like ice in your drinks?
For the most part. The only time I don’t go for ice is when I’m at home.
What is your favourite scent?
Coffee, baked goods, and the sea would make up my top 3 favorites.
Do you enjoy walking for exercise?
No. I feel like I’m allergic to anything that counts as exercise hahaha.
Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean?
Ocean/sea. Ever since I discovered swimming at beaches, I never really felt like swimming in pools anymore. It was also when I realized how much I hated the feeling and smell of chlorine.
If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?
I would migrate to a developed country, first of all. I don’t think I’d spend the rest of my life retired and just traveling – I’d still want to maximize my opportunities, and I like to think I’d still continue to work; it’s just that I know I would have a much better and healthier situation if I wasn’t in the Philippines.
What would you do if you found a bundled amount of money ($500) on the floor while out and about?
If it was just the money would immediately think it was some sort of filmed social experiment and just walk away, lol. But if it came in a wallet then I’d check to see if there’s a license or whatever that I can check out so I can track down. If there were no leads at all that’s the time I’d turn it in to the nearest establishment in case the owner would come back to the area.
Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?
I have never seen one. Pretty space stuff never happens on this side of the world...
What is one thing you would want to teach your children to make sure they grow up respectful?
I think one of the first things I’d instill in them is to not categorize things according to gender norms. I’m not sure about the educational system in other countries, but where I’m from there are still many textbooks with activities that instruct students to label things as being masculine or feminine; it’s a very backwards way of thinking and also very discouraging for kids who want to explore things that stereotypically don’t apply to them. I’d love to be able to tell my hypothetical future kids that they can play basketball or play with toy trucks or shop at the girl’s section if they wanted to.
Do you have tattoos? What do you have? If not, would you consider one?
I don’t have any. I still want tattoos, but I’m no longer the same person who wants full sleeves haha. I'm leaning towards smaller ones now, but of course I’d still want ink that is representative of my personality and the things/people that are important to me.
What can you hear right now?
A BTS video playing in the background.
Where do you feel most safe?
At a museum.
What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?
My internal crisis/struggle at my job.
If you could travel back to any era, which would it be and why?
High school or college. It was the perfect time to have fuckups because you always had the space to learn from them and know better next time. Just better times all around.
What is your most used emoji?
The happy tears one.
What is your favourite season and why?
Don’t have any.
How would you spend your ideal day?
Going gallery-hopping and having a nice filling meal somewhere fancy. It’d be cool too if I can squeeze in some sort of class in between, like a pottery session or accessory-making :)
If I asked a friend of yours to describe you in one word, what would they say?
They would probably say ‘tired.’
What words or phrases do you say a lot?
I use ‘sis’ and ‘girl’ often when addressing friends.
What is Covid holding you back from doing currently?
At this point the situation is already pretty much controlled and it doesn’t hold me – and other people – back nearly as much anymore. The only thing I can think of is that we’re still required to wear masks, but this is a first world problem at most since my only issues with face masks are 1) it’s harder to breathe/catch my breath when talking and 2) pimples, lol.
Do you have to wear face masks at work or where you study?
In the technical sense it is required when we do report to the office, but honestly everybody takes theirs off at some point during the day.
Speaking of study, what is something you'd like to study?
History. I wish I had more opportunities to continue taking it up.
Do you have Starbucks where you live?
Yeah they are super ubiquitous. We have one right outside the village.
Do you have Gloria Jeans where you live?
I have no idea what that is.
Name some stores from other countries you wish you had where you live?
The Cheesecake Factory and Chipotle.
What is something you are currently interested in?
Art! For the longest time I kept my museum visits to historical ones or those that have artifacts and archaeological findings and such, but I’ve been making an effort to visit more art museums, galleries, exhibitions, etc. I don’t intend on going so far so as to understand how to analyze art, i.e. studying the shading or like the subtle meanings behind paintings as I find that part incredibly boring lol, but I just want to appreciate different art forms for what they are. It would also be great if I can figure out what my tastes are beyond Impressionism and to be familiar with the works and styles of local artists.
What is something you struggle with?
Resigning.
What do you do to cheer yourself up if you are feeling down?
I turn on a random episode of Run BTS which seems to always do the trick.
What is something you are talented at or skilled in?
Writing.
If you could have any animal as a pet, what would it be and why?
I’d love to just keep having dogs.
Ever wanted to just pack your bags and up and leave?
I think we all go through this feeling every once in a while.
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 263
Rock Never Dies/Hell Bent
“Rock Never Dies”
Plot Description: Castiel and Crowley close in on Lucifer as the fallen angel realizes his new rock-star vessel allows him to get fans to do whatever he wants
This is such a huge “ask and you shall receive,” but as I thought harder on it last night, didn’t Rowena banish Lucifer to the bottom of the ocean after decaying his body a whole bunch?? How is he back already??
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I would not try to summon Lucifer, I’m good
I was promised Castiel, why are we getting Dean playing Words With Friends??
The boys really do stick to small towns and whatnot. It’s gonna be weird seeing them in LA
It’s bad that you have to lie to Dean saying you’re listening to a podcast on the Protestant reformation just so you can MAYBE listen to your hair metal band (that Dean hates) in peace
You leave Castiel and his one outfit alone, Dean. You have, like, 10 and they ALL make you look like a lumberjack. Hashtag team cas
Poor Castiellllll, he’s so over working with Crowley
Oh, Cas…can’t tell the difference between the aftermath of a fight and the aftermath of a rockstar ~spending time~ with a groupie
Apparently, sometimes it does pay to have Crowley on your team. You get perspectives you never thought you would that way
How did Castiel get in with Vince/Lucifer’s band mates? The Winchesters are posing as a band themselves to Vince’s PR person, Crowley has a deal with a guy in the music industry….but Cas??
(There was a lot of just trying to get to the concert that happened that wasn’t too interesting)
I don’t wanna watch Lucifer beat the shit out of Cas and Crowley…
Ok but Sam being the one thing standing between the crowd getting out and Lucifer locking them in the venue with him??? And then Lucifer locking Sam in the venue with him???????
I AM here for Castiel beating the shit out of Lucifer and getting to repeat his “Hey, assbutt!” line
Sometimes you pause at the exact right time
Well, that didn’t last long
Ok but like…………sympathy for the devil has gone way up again “he finally apologizes for abandoning me, and what’s the very next thing he dies? Ditches me” luciiiiiiii, babyyyyyyyy. He’s really having an existential crisis and spiraling into a very “nothing fucking matters” mindset
Did Horikoshi watch supernatural when coming up with Dabi? Lucifer is really breaking down all while saying that his whole plan is to just keep breaking everything his dad created
Jesus, Crowley, you look terrible
“Hell Bent”
Plot Description: the Doctor faces the Time Lords in a struggle that will take him to the end of time
I don’t know why we’re starting in this sort of random and almost certainly fake scene between the Doctor and Clara in a 50s style diner (or not really Clara)
I know he’s on Gallifrey now but I truly do t know what’s going on
This poor Gallifrean woman who keeps getting hassled by the military and high council all while the Doctor refuses to see them…til the high council’s leader comes calling
Oooooo!!!! The Doctor telling the Gallifrean president “get off my planet.”
Ok, so not Clara and the Doctor is happening in some sort of real time and everything on Gallifrey is in the recent-ish past
Ok…I’m probably gonna Gonzo and Rizzo when the ghost of Christmas yet to come showed up, but more out of confusion than fear
Well cuz now I’m wondering if the Hybrid IS the Doctor. I know he said he was, but what about Clara? Clara who we met as Oswin in the Dalek asylum, who kept so much of her humanity while being a Dalek…whose very continued existence as the Doctor tries to save her even know could fracture all of time
We already knew I love the Daleks but hearing this one yelling out “exterminate me” is heartbreaking
Did Clara ever come up against the angels? Why would she know what to do in their presence??
I’m not ready to hear the Doctor’s answer to how long it’s been since he last saw Clara.
I’m shattered at the Doctor not telling her, Clara had to ask someone else…and it was 4.5 billion years. 4.5 BILLION. YEARS. of running and solving the puzzle and dying and reincarnating, trying to claw his way out of the confessional dial just for the chance to maybe save his best friend’s life. I am a wreck
Ohhhhhh, Doctor, you really shouldn’t have been alone so long. This is just like at the end of Ten’s time. He really believes he is the end all be all of time and existence, that he answers to no one because we’re at the last dying embers of the universe.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH FOUR KNOCKS????
Not Arya is also here at the end of time.
What?? I’m ngl I’m getting a little lost in all the “who/what is the Hybrid?” theories they’re tossing around
I hate watching them say goodbye AGAIN.
Why does the Doctor and a companion who was his BEST FRIEND always have to end in a memory wipe for one of them???? There’s an emptiness and yet i can’t stop crying
Wait… is this the diner from the impossible astronaut? Is he remembering incorrectly? I knew it looked familiar
Oh, she returned his TARDIS to himmmm
I’d love to have a mini series of Clara and Not Arya’s adventures on their way to Gallifrey…
Oh thank god he has a sonic screwdriver again
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Puckboys (book 2): Irresponsible Puckboy by Eden Finley & Saxon James
Tripp
The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it.
Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. I need space to get over my feelings. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately.
If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall.
They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.
Dex
I’ve always been the dumb one. It’s what I’m known for, and usually I don’t let it get to me.
I have hockey, and I have my best friend, Tripp. What more do I need? To settle down? No thank you. Marriage? Hard pass. According to ex-girlfriends, that makes me “irresponsible.”
But the solution I come up with to get over my fear of commitment might be my dumbest idea yet. Not only does it have team management breathing down my neck, but it puts a strain on my friendship with Tripp.
This PR nightmare could lose me the only person I’ve ever loved. Losing girlfriends is nothing. Losing Tripp? It’s not an option.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59623685-irresponsible-puckboy
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October 31, 2022
My Review: 4/5 Stars
Tripp has been in love with his best friend for a very long time. But he can't exactly tell his very straight best friend that, now can he? Instead, he pines from afar knowing he rather have Dex in his life than tell him how he really feels. But Tripp is put in what is probably the worst situation when Dex has a terrible idea. Dex's version of practicing getting over his commitment issues is to go to a wedding chapel and marry Tripp. They figure as long as they don't file the paperwork, it won't be real. At least that was the plan. But when the marriage goes through and word gets around, they are in a no win situation. They'll have to pretend to be married for real to avoid a PR nightmare. Shouldn't be too hard right? The two of them are best friends and those who don't know them may even assume they are together. But not that they are put in this married life, they begin to realize that perhaps marriage isn't so bad. Not if it is with the right person. So Dex has believed he has always been straight. He doesn't do well with subtle, he needs things spelled out for him. He never even noticed his best friend was in love with him. He doesn't even know that some of these feelings he has for Tripp may be way beyond friendship. Because for Dex, Tripp is everything. Dex gets a chance to explore a side of him that may have always been there but he never really noticed before. As for Tripp, he knows that he'll probably get hurt in the end but he'll take Dex in any form. He loves him and having him in his life is everything to him. As the two explore their relationship, they'll discover new things about themselves and each other. Another great story! It was nice to see Dex finally wake up and realize just how much Tripp meant to him and for Tripp to finally be the man he loves. Looking forward to the next story!
#book#books#i love books#my review#book review#puckboys#irresponsible puckyboy#eden finley#saxton james
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I’m not ashamed to admit that “Summer Lovin’” (from our secret favorite staying-in-Friday-night movie, Grease) is one of the best songs I’ve ever heard. Not only is it catchy, it’s true: summer is all about love and gettin’ some lovin’, right? Only that fall is upon us and except for our emperor penguin couple — that’s Little T and M of course — there’s no sign of lovin’ in town.
It’s been almost three weeks and our Empress is still appearing solo. Sure, she’s been spotted around town with E, but there’s no law that business partners can’t have dinner together, is there? Besides, we think E might have his eye on someone else. You heard it here first.
Meanwhile, D is throwing himself into his work — word is he’s already the second–most feared person on that movie set. We haven’t gotten close enough to verify the rumors that he’s sporting an engagement ring on his right hand — to throw off the paparazzi probably — but with a co-star as hot, we wouldn’t be surprised.
Word also has it that Prince T is looking quite suspicious lately, sneaking around and disappearing at the oddest moments. We’ve rounded up the options: upcoming team transfer, new girlfriend, or Min-Ty secret rendezvous — after all, they looked so cozy at the Dupont Ball. Break out your camera phones, people: we need evidence!
What to expect when you’re expecting
In a surprising turn of events — and lesson on PR mastery — turns out our Little Princess T and her boyfriend are not to-be parents. It’s a shame there's no K-pop and literary royalty on the way but turns out PR Queen J and her husband M are the pregnant couple — again, you heard it here first. It is a real shame since M is looking surprisingly tan and toned recently, but I guess... congrats to the future parents!
Trouble brewing
My spies at the set of Cesare Moratti’s new film have tipped me off about a very tense meeting between a certain highly respected and established actor and the Hollywood heavyweights of production who are bankrolling his latest venture. It seems that the deep-pocketed producers are less than thrilled with the dailies and want to rethink the casting. Could this mean that C or D need to be worried about their roles? Stay tuned. Meanwhile, D was spotted showing an unidentified special guest around the set—we hear the private tour included a lengthy visit to the star’s trailer. Any bets on who the lucky guest was?
Okay, that’s enough with the sightings. I don’t have time for this, really. I’m on my way to that amazing and super-exclusive party every fashion editor has been fighting to be invited to. I’m dressing the part, of course — old-school Hollywood it is. Oops, I’ve already said too much!
You know you love me,
XOXO,
— GOSSIP WITCH
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There have been a lot of conversations happening on Twitter and Instagram recently about how harmful social media has become for authors, and YA authors in particular, and it's interesting that I haven't seen those same conversations happening on Tumblr. Maybe because I don't follow so many authors here, as this is largely my place to escape from publishing and all its drama -- it's easier to miss things here, if the specific people you follow aren't sharing it. Or maybe it's because Tumblr chased a lot of its authors away a few years ago, so isn't as directly implicated in the current wave of terribleness. 🤷🏻♂️
But it IS terrible. Callouts without context, pile-ons targeting anyone who has ever been associated with an author who is perceived as having done something bad, one-star troll reviews for books that aren't even out yet targeting marginalised authors, continual pressure to Perform Social Justice in a way that's suitable for external consumption (according to standards that are impossible to meet since they change daily), entitled fans harassing and targeting authors for months and then claiming powerlessness when they're called out for it despite the authors repeatedly explaining that it's triggering their PTSD...
(For that last one, see Tess Sharpe's experiences. Those readers claimed to be fans, and yet were so awful to her that she's now said she'll never talk about that book publicly again because it invited too much harassment. She repeatedly explained the impact they were having on her and yet they continued to use the "we're just joking" defence, even when it was extremely clear it wasn't funny to anyone.)
I see this as a big picture thing but I also see this firsthand from those in communities I'm in. I know authors who've decided never to return to certain worlds/series, even though they love it, because people online are so awful about it. I know people who got absolutely reamed out by social media for things they weren't even involved in, just because of their perceived connection to a target, and felt completely unable to defend themselves. Author friends have told me it's okay if I need to publicly disavow them to keep myself safe, which is mad. Every day there are more authors going 'updates only' or leaving Twitter entirely. People are afraid even to talk about how bad the harassment is for fear of making themselves targets -- and literally every newbie YA author that I know is afraid of putting a foot out of line because social media will wreck their career for it.
It sounds dramatic, and for people on the outside, maybe it seems like it's no big deal. But this is targeted, relentless harassment over the course of months or years, and this is affecting people's livelihood and income and opportunities as well as their mental health. Even those of my friends who are least bothered by what others think of them are afraid of making a mistake (or being perceived as making a mistake) that will result in their agent being forced to drop them or risk tainting their own reputation. I've heard people saying they're genuinely afraid to succeed because it'll make them a bigger target. After all, authors are generally alone in dealing with this -- they don't have PR teams or social media managers. If you harass an author online, 99 times out of 100, it's the author who will read it. And it's the author who will respond, and have their statement torn to shreds because nothing is ever good enough, so more and more people just stay silent and submit to whatever the internet wants to inflict on them.
It's messed up. So many of us joined Twitter to find writing communities and now they've become unbearable. My writing chat constantly talks about what we'll do when/if this happens to one of us. And it hits marginalised authors hardest, especially those who don't have supportive offline communities and who rely heavily on social media for friends and connections. It terrifies me, as someone hoping to make a career in writing, to think of putting myself in the line of fire like this, just by virtue of writing YA. I'm very isolated in real life, and rely heavily on social media for community and interaction. If I leave, or all my friends have to leave ... where do I go? What's left for us?
I hope this is just a temporary phase and that the internet becomes kinder again, because the alternative is that writers lose their communities and connections, and all the nice, kind readers lose their interactions with authors entirely. Or else everybody's mental health continues to deteriorate and good people quit writing altogether.
Anyway, if you haven't been following this, check out Nicole Brinkley's essay, "Did Twitter Break YA?" which kickstarted this current conversation, and Adrienne Young's Instagram Stories about this. Because this has been building for a while and authors have been talking about it in group chats for ages but it feels like only recently has anyone really felt like they can talk about it out loud. And this conversation needs to trigger change, because this current situation is hurting people, and it isn't sustainable.
#sorry for the long post#writing#ya fiction#booklr#writeblr#i already have one author friend i can only talk to by email#because she had to leave social media for her mental health#i don't want to lose more
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Hello, to all you beautiful people! I sincerely hope this post finds you all happy, healthy, and blessed! I’ve got a little bit of time while riding in the car, so I decided to write this post.
I’ve mentioned before that I have my own theories, more so opinions, regarding the Duchess of Sussex and her father, Thomas Markle, Sr. (TM). While many empathize with TM, I’ve found myself questioning whether I’m in that category.
On the one hand, I do empathize with TM. When I look at TM, I see a parent who’s broken and misunderstood. A parent, whose only crime was loving their child too much. A parent, who’s not only getting up in age but also in a state of declining health. A person filled with regrets of what could’ve been, living with the constant fear the end will come sooner than any type of reconciliation will. I see my mother.
On the other hand, when I look at TM, I see someone completely different. I see a jack of all trades who knows how to make something special out of nothing special at all. I see a parent who taught their child all of their tricks, both directly and indirectly. A parent who gave all they could to their child, hoping to give them a life better than the life they were given. A parent who knew, that by investing in their child, they would later reap a bountiful yield from said investments. A person who knows how to charm and manipulate people into qui bono transactions, regardless of family or friendship. Someone who knows how to survive despite circumstances, even if that means burning the people that helped you up. I see my mother.
And while seeing my deceased mother’s characteristics in TM absolutely influences my stance regarding MM and TM, it is not the main reasons behind my suspicion of their relationship. No, those reasons come directly from the horses' mouths.
The truth is, I believe that MM and TM are not only cut from the same cloth, but they are also covertly operating in tandem with one another. Some areas of my belief need reconciled, and my thoughts on this are only opinions. But, when I consider what I know from what they’ve both said, and I consider that all with my own life experiences, it makes more sense that they’re working together. And that is why I struggle to truly empathize with TM. Let me explain.
First off, it’s important for you to keep in mind, that right around the same time MM was fostering her relationship with Prince Harry, MM had already employed PR tactics to “clean up her image". Remember that; remember there were professional image consultants being paid to manage MM's press coverage leading up to her wedding.
Also remember that, up until the Daily Mail busted TM out for staging the paparazzi shots, MM's official stance regarding TM as a father was overwhelmingly positive. Her Tig blog reinforces that MM not only loved her father, but she also credited him for many of her catchphrase concepts.
The Tig was MM's first real shot at establishing herself as a brand. The Tig was her baby, her brainchild backup plan for when her Suits career ended. In that space, she took every opportunity appropriate to praise her father. After all, he was the man behind “create your own box" and “bring your own table". He was the force behind “a face without freckles is like a night without stars.” Remember?
It speaks volumes that MM sang the praises of her wise and wonderful, yet tastefully progressive, father on The Tig. It says that Meghan originally planned for her father to be part of her “Meghan Markle of The Tig" brand and image. When you also consider that nobody from the PR teams did anything to cultivate or protect that image of a doting dad, it suggests MM decided her father needed a minimal role in her new era as “Meghan, The Duchess”.
Then came the paparazzi photos and the Daily Mail article busting old pops out. Whether MM had a hand in turning on the Photog to Samantha and TM, or whether TM got tired of not getting the right image in the press and acted independently, I am unsure. But, the letters between them make me think that this is all a ruse.
We all know that the People Magazine article was really a push from MM to TM to release the letter she so meticulously prepared. I mean come on now. We’ve all seen the released court documents by now. The emails between Jason Knauf and MM reveal just how meticulous MM was with writing a letter that otherwise should’ve been a personal correspondence never seen by public eyes. The level of energy and planning put into that letter tells me that it was always meant to be public. But why?
Many say it’s MM's way of justifying her ghosting behavior. MM says (in her emails to Knauf) that the letter was her way of making it look like she tried to stop her father’s “attacks on the Royal Family”. She said she couldn’t stand to see the pain her father was causing “H". That letter was her way of taking the pressure from “his family” off of her beloved. For me, though, I see a strategic move in a long con.
Let me break it down, step by step, to explain why I see a long con.
First, MM praises TM on The Tig. She sets him up as a vital contributor to who she is as a woman. Then, the DM dropped the news of the paparazzi setup involving TM. We hear conflicting info regarding communications between TM and MM and PH. But that’s not as important. What matters is TM was “cut off" from his daughter after his heart attack right before the wedding.
Now, if I’m MM, and I know that I’m not really feeling the BRF life, I’m going to be doing anything I can to cement my status and wealth. Especially the wealth. And we know that’s what she did, too. Because she already had open conversations with Oprah and Elton John’s husband about deals for content.
If I were her, I’d know what big ticket items would make the most money. I’d know what would be needed to build up hype or public interest surrounding those big ticket items, too. The first post-megxit interview. The first official introduction of the children. The major milestones linked to the BRF that could be milked to remind the world why they’re in our faces. But… one specific event would really be a cash cow.
Reunions and reconciliation interviews always captivate the masses. Especially in the US. What better way than to create an entire nexus of cash grabbing potential by fueling a rift between the besotted princess who didn’t belong and the very man who gave her that charm, her own father?
So, when MM was sitting in her Royal residence plotting her “Exit Stage Left", it would’ve been common sense to see the potential in a feud with “Daddy". Nobody in the 21st century uses written letters to argue long distance. The letters were the vehicle to make the feud real, and it became the vehicle to keeping the feud relevant.
I wholeheartedly believe the People Magazine article was a signal to TM from MM. I believe that article signaled TM because it was the first time the letter was ever made public. I believe she knew she could sue for privacy before she ever wrote the words. And I believe the intention was to create this rift narrative that could be used to cash in on the press while keeping relevant in the press.
Every time her father comes out to speak out and beg forgiveness, it keeps her in the press, too. The lawsuit wasn’t expected to go this way, but either way, it keeps them in the press. Every interview from TM reminds us all of MM and her ties to the BRF. It builds this animosity and creates this ongoing saga of drama that the media thrives from. While all this pressure and friction builds, so does their relevance and fame. Eventually, the time will come when the picking is ripe, and that plot line of Markle V Markle will climax.
That climax will play out in the press. I can’t even imagine the quotes for compensation for when that time comes. The Royal Reconciliation interviews could bank millions upon millions. Billions if they reveal the children at the Royal Reconciliation. Could you imagine the Prime Time Ratings the night the Royal Reconciliation airs?
I can hear the voice over now…
“For the last several years, the world has been taken on a rollercoaster ride of emotions. From broken hearts and betrayal to health scares and death threats, the world has watched the drama between Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex and her estranged father, Thomas Markle, Sr.
play out in the media. No hope of reconciliation has ever been seen.
Until tonight...
Tune into the CBS Special this Sunday night, when Gayle King sits down with Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and her father for the FIRST TIME since his daughter married a British Prince and second son of Diana. PRINCESS OF WALES.
But wait… you won’t believe it!
For the first time ever, the world will meet both Archie and Lili… at THE SAME TIME as Thomas Markle, SR. You don’t want to miss this historic moment!”
Then a few weeks later, Netflix will announce a show called “Royally Grandpa" where TM and MM star in a reality show or mini series showing their “journey as a family after reuniting”. I’d almost bet on it.
When TM replied to MM, he said in his letter that they should just suck it up and pose for a photo to quash the rift rumors. He told her that even if they have to fake it, they should come and do a press release together. He was giving her an out. Instead of taking the route literally everyone advised her to take, she chose her own path.
Now why would literally everyone but MM think that the best, most efficient way to quash the Markle Wedding drama was a reunion? The Knauf emails show that PC and the BRF were pressuring MM and PH to go see TM and put to rest the drama. But she chose to write that infamous letter. And even dear “Daddy" wrote back saying a get-together would be the best way to end the drama in the press.
But, no. Even when her own father told her exactly what he wanted to end the press coverage and interviews, she didn’t. Why? If she really wanted it all to stop as she claimed, why not do exactly what is needed to stop it? Why write a letter instead?
Because, ladies and gents, this was all a ruse to keep her relevant and eventually make her wealthy when it comes time. She knew what her father wanted, and the BRF told her what they wanted from her, too. Even with all that information, she still got it wrong and chose a letter.
A letter that could spin a lawsuit. A lawsuit that could reinforce the rift. A rift that could fuel the press and keep her in the news. News coverage that would keep her ex-royal life relevant, even remind people of her privilege and titles. Relevance and interest that could bank a multi million dollar deal for that special Royal Reconciliation.
So that’s what I think. Mainly because of their own words, but also because I see TM like I saw my mother. Manipulative people, you know, the people really good at conning, learn that behavior from someone when they’re children. Some are born naturals, but most of the time… the trait is a learned behavior. MM is who she is because of the parents she saw growing up. I know this personally.
Cons recognize cons. Just because one stops doing the bad things they used to do doesn’t mean they forget how bad things can be done by others. Like addiction, the behaviors don’t leave you when you are in recovery. Part of recovery is changing bad behaviors or learning how to use immortal traits for good causes. If you can use your skills to raise money for kids with cancer, do so safely. But even then that is risky behavior. Regardless, recognizing it when others pull the very cons you used to pull never stops.
I know who I am. I am not ashamed of my shortcomings. Secrets make us sick. Shame makes us sicker. Either way, I struggle with accepting TM and MM are really estranged. Doesn’t add up to me.
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Many people still don't understand the real reasons why the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot was met with backlash (which, admittedly, some people took way too far, though likely wouldn't have if Sony didn't react the way they did). I want to try to express how I viewed it as a woman that grew up in a culture that was absolutely obsessed with this franchise, who loves it dearly, and who also loves to see badass female characters.
It was not "just because they were women". Ignoring the truly disturbing legal and ethical circus that went on behind the scenes for a moment (for real--Sony is shady as fuck), we know now that Sony actively deleted legitimate criticism left by women on the trailer in order to help sell a narrative of "sexism". I was there watching it unfold, including seeing my own comments magically disappear, and screencapping reactions from others over their deleted comments--some of which had been top comments with hundreds of likes.
This reaction by Sony was a PR disaster. They could not have possibly handled it worse than they did. Instead of accepting or even considering the possibility that they hadn't made a perfect, flawless cash cow, they blamed the film's failure on the very people they originally marketed it to in the first place (the general attitude taken during this debacle was pretty sexist, since they were kind of implying that only men liked Ghostbusters). They pretty much invited a shitstorm onto themselves, and--most unfortunately--onto the actresses. Protip: Don't attack the people you're trying to get to see your movie, because they can sink it just as easily. You're also likely to draw out the worst kind of people who get involved solely for their own sick amusement (such as the racist degenerates that harassed Leslie Jones).
(As a side note, I think the attacks on James Rolfe showed us the fear of an industry that knows it no longer monopolizes the power of influence. "Regular" people can now become wildly popular and influential without any industry assistance, and thus without being controlled by either the almighty dollar, or threatening their future in entertainment. They tried so hard to bury a genuinely chill, down-to-earth guy under a mountain of libel simply because they otherwise had no real power to hurt him)
If the reboot had been new male characters handled the same way, that would have been met with equal disdain (oh wait...that actually happened. Remember the alleged film they were going to make starring Channing Tatum following the 2016 film? That was met with overwhelming negative feedback as well. Funny how the media conveniently ignored that).
No...the 2016 script was written with complete disregard for what the previous films established. FFS, the trailer referred to the original crew as "four scientists". Winston was an ex-marine--not a scientist. That was probably one of the two biggest complaints when the trailer came out. The other was that the ghosts looked like refugees from Disney's Haunted Mansion. Let's compare the 2016 electrocuted ghost to the Scoleri brothers:
Who's more memorable? (Sorry--couldn't find a gif of the other guy).
And how about the library ghost?
The 2016 ghost is flashier and more polished (and throws up just for the sake of being gross), but she looks like one of those "transforming portraits" you see around Halloween. All of the 2016 ghosts lacked exaggeration, and were too saturated in color, which worked heavily against them. When Ghostbusters II featured more human ghosts, they didn't make them all the same color of neon blue. The costuming is more natural as well (I liked this scene, as it was brought on by a joke, but ended up being a very somber moment).
The 2016 ghosts are overall too deliberate. Too much gloss; too much shine. They look more like they're wearing premade costumes from Spirit Halloween than actual period clothing.
What was meant to be Ghostbusters 3 was taken away from Ivan Reitman, and handed off to a complete and utter putz. Paul Feig's first draft of the script (which came out in the Sony leak) was unfocused, and absolutely ridiculous (two words: "alien ghosts"). He also didn't know how to handle darker material. It's like if a writer for Kim Possible tried to do an episode of The Venture Bros.
Could fans have wanted to see women ghostbusters? Absolutely!!! Had the reboot filmmakers done what the IDW comics did and had Janine take up ghostbusting duties, fans would have flocked to see it. Folks not familiar with the animated The Real Ghostbusters series are likely not aware that Janine became a full-fledged ghostbuster in that series. She had her own uniform. She had action figures.
(Every ghostbuster in this line had a scared reaction. Peter's did pretty much the same thing as Janine's)
(This skirted figure was from later in the series, after Q5 demanded the writers make Janine more "soft and motherly" and "less abrasive". This greatly saddened little me, as I looked up to season 1 and 2 Janine for being confident, capable, and able to put the fear of god in the boys when she had to)
I'm not posting a photo of the other figure. We don't talk about black-eyed alien Janine here.
The IDW comics also brought in an older Kylie Griffin from the short-lived Extreme Ghostbusters cartoon, as well as added new characters, like Melanie Ortiz.
Do you have any idea how happy people would have been to have a movie with Janine and Kylie kicking ghost butt???
For the record, the comics also crossed over with the reboot characters, and those storylines were very enjoyable, because the characters were written like people, and not negative female stereotypes that feminists had been criticizing in films for decades.
I like Patty. She actually gets to be really cool in the comics.
I'll lastly try to explain one other thing: Imagine if Mr. Rogers had been replaced by Carol Channing without any warning. Even if you love Carol Channing, you'd be upset at the loss of Mr. Rogers, right? Everyone loved Mr. Rogers. Well, people also love Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore, and Peter Venkman, and the way they formed a perfectly balanced team. These men and the way they interact with each other is the driving force that made Ghostbusters a cultural phenomenon. To not have them present in some way is to lose the very heart and soul of the franchise.
Ghostbusters: Afterlife is effectively passing the torch from the original crew to a new one. People already love and relate to Phoebe, and I could easily see there being more films with her continuing her grandfather's legacy (kinda like how future Witcher games will have Ciri instead of Geralt). Further appearances from the original boys would no longer be necessary, because the torch has been passed. To continue a story requires some level of transference, even if you're presenting new characters. Remember: While people began to appreciate it decades later, audiences initially hated Halloween III: Season of the Witch for having nothing to do with Michael Myers, and that mofo didn't even talk or use a proton gun.
Okay, I'm done now.
EDIT: If you enjoyed the 2016 film, there is nothing wrong with that. Critics, audiences...the only thing that matters is that it makes you happy. I actually liked Day of the Dead 2: Contagium, and that film is widely considered half a step above watching your dog take a shit.
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This will be big but i felt like sharing my thoughs. I love camila, so so much…but I feel like sometimes people are praising her too much. Camila loves fame, no matter how many of you deny it, it’s pretty obvious that she does. I’ve seen plenty of arguments on twitter regarding the 4H vs C topic and I can’t help but notice some people saying stuff like “camila didn’t choose to be in this position”, “all the girls treated her like shit when it wasn’t even up to her decide”. Well obviously I know the feud between the 5H girls was fake, but it really messes with me that people still continue to paint camila as the victim. Even tho camila may have not betrayed the other girls as they tried to make it seem, she sure as hell accepted this full of privileges position she was given since the beginning. And I’m not saying this is a bad thing, because honestly which one of us would deny such opportunity, if we were in her place? But most of us and I’m also talking about me, tend to forget that camila is also a person who has negative traits, not only positives. Unfortunately one of her biggest negatives, is that she grew to love the spotlight. And if you really think about it, it makes sense since she was always so shy around people and when she got a taste of the “pop star” life, she felt mesmerised by it. From my point of view, as soon as she got that taste she also started craving the “bigger” things. Big arena concerts, awards, people loving her. For example lauren might love her job as an artist, but she undeniably hates the fame that comes with it. She’s just in it because she truly wants to share a piece of her soul and justify the definition of a true artist. And I’m not saying that mila is not, she sure as hell wants to create art. But if you ask me, the difference between these two is that lauren would be completely content with singing in a room full of people who simply appreciate her art, whilst camila would prefer to be in an arena full of people who sing her songs and scream her name. Not that laure wouldn’t like that, but I think you get the point. And I don’t know if anyone noticed, but until a few years ago well actually before the pandemic started, her management continued to push down the image of this “goofy innocent” girl who was happy all the time. She also pushed it herself because that was her job! No matter how much we think we know her,camila is still a pop star in the music industry who plays a part, just like everyone else who works in that damned department. And based on the above I’d like to point out that (no matter how many of you disagree with this) nobody is forcing camila to stay in the closet. Yes I know I sound ridiculous but hear me out. There isn’t a single contract which can legally force someone to hide their sexuality. Yes her management may have warned her not to come out in fear of losing profits and even blackmailed her, but at the end of the day it’s her choice. If she desperately wanted to come out as we all make it seem, she would��ve done it by now. The fact that she doesn’t, should tell us, that afterall she does care about her image. Even if that’s taking a toll on her now, it was her decision to follow that path. It was her decision to stay in the closet, it was her decision to accept the pr with shawn and it was her decision to keep playing the “happy” girlfriend to the media. No matter how much she was manipulated by this hell hole, camila is a pretty clever person. If she didn’t want any of this and simply wanted to be authentic to herself and the rest of the world, she simply wouldn’t care if she lost the title of the pop princess. But she does care. And it’s completely normal at this point, cause in this industry either you lose yourself or you come out stronger. Unfortunately I believe that camila’s case belongs to the first occasion. I don’t think that present camila we see in interviews or shows or whatever is the real camila. That camila is long gone. Anyway sorry if this was exhausting and thanks to anyone who read it all,cause I really wanted to share this with someone
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Good Lord, Anon, that's a lot to unpack. I will start by saying, I agree with some, and disagree with some of what you had to say. Now, where to start...
You say it still messes with you, that everyone still portrays Camila as the victim. Are you going to deny that Camila WAS/IS victimized? The truth is, they were ALL victimized. They are ALL victims of an abusive Industry.
You said, "she sure as hell accepted this full of privileges position she was given since the beginning." You are either forgetting, or just plain don't care, that Fifth Harmony was a highly controlled entity. There was no choosing, or "accepting" privileges. They each did what they were told to do, said what they were told to say, and acted the way they were told to act. They were each given a role to play, and they were contractually obligated to play that role.
Yes, they were contractually obligated to act a certain way. There has been ample proof given, that none of the girls had any control over their PUBLIC image. Camila still has no control over her PUBLIC image, because there has been ample proof, she is still operating under her original contract.
Did Camila choose to sign that original contract? Yes, she did. Did she read that original contract? According to Lauren, probably not. None of them did. Did Camila agree to sign her solo contract? Yes, she did. But as I've explained before, if she wanted to continue in the music industry, she had no choice but to sign the solo contract they offered her. That solo contract is still connected to her original contract.
Camila is a human being. We ALL have positive and negative traits. Camila, all the ladies of 5H, you and me, we all have our positives and negatives. None of us are perfect.
You said, "one of her biggest negatives, is that she grew to love the spotlight." Why is that a negative? Hell, they ALL wanted the spotlight. Every person who gets into the Entertainment Industry, wants to get themselves in the spotlight. They all want to succeed in the field of their choice. To succeed, they have to garner the attention, and live in the "spotlight", in one way, or another.
Every one of them auditioned on a NATIONALLY TELEVISED talent show. They wouldn't have done that, if they didn't want to be noticed, and hopefully thrust into the spotlight of success. They ALL wanted that spotlight of success to be as solo artists. It's didn't quite work out that way. But, they ALL chose to try and achieve that spotlight as a group.
If one has been paying attention, from the beginning, Camila made no bones about her desired dream. She has stated from the beginning, she wanted to be a "pop star". Of course she wanted the spotlight. Lauren has said, from the beginning, she wanted to be "famous and travel the world". She wanted to be a famous star, in the spotlight.
Since you have chosen to compare Camila and Lauren, I'll answer to them. You seem to think there is this big chasm between the two. There really isn't. The only difference is the outcome, thus far. Lauren STILL wants the spotlight and fame, she just wants it on her terms. The problem is, it's damn near impossible to get that success on ones own terms, in an Industry that insists on dictating the terms.
That's a more recent decision on Lauren's part, by the way. You seem to be conveniently forgetting, that until 2019, Lauren also "chose" to play the game on THEIR terms. It was most likely, a two year PR contract, with a drug addicted gang-banger that turned her off of THE GAME. Lauren was pissed, that after all that, her debut album got shelved in 2019. I DON'T BLAME HER!!! I'm sure that also contributed to her decision, that THEIR TERMS suck ass.
Does Camila "crave" the big concerts, accolades, and people loving her? Yes, she does. They ALL do, or they wouldn't have signed solo contracts after putting 5H on hiatus. Instead, they would have said "this Industry sucks" and walked away. They didn't. They ALL craved more.
Lauren wants the same thing Camila has, just on her terms. Lauren doesn't "hate fame". She hates the negative side of fame. She hates having her life dictated by terms and schedules. She hates being told what to say, and how to act. She hates that fans get all up in her business.
She loves the nicer side of fame. She wants to see a lot of people come and see her perform. She loves to be on stage and see her fans singing and dancing to her music. She appreciates the accolades. She loves the love she gets from her fans. She would love even more, if her fans would multiply, and buy and stream the hell out of her music, instead of always bitching, telling her who she is, and how she should be, and getting all up in her damn business.
All one has to do, is listen to Lauren and the anger inside her about all this mess. She wants more. She wants more than a fucking "room full of people" enjoying her art. She wants a stadium full of people enjoying her art. WHO THE FUCK WOULDN'T. She just wants that stadium full of people to enjoy her art, and not expect more than that from her. I'm sure Camila would appreciate the same damn thing.
Unfortunately, that's simply not how the music industry is set up, these days. The difference is, Camila has accepted the fact, that she IS the product. Lauren has not. Lauren don't want to be a product. She wants her music/art to be the product.
I've said it a million times, the music industry hardly sells music, anymore. The music Industry sells the artist. The music has become a bi-product of the Artist. The Industry knows which artists will sell, and which ones won't. They know what image will sell, and which ones won't. Be the artist THEY want you to be, THEY'LL make you a star, and maybe even famous. If not, good luck.
Finally, you are completely right. There isn't a contract out there, that says someone can't come out of the closet. That would be blatant discrimination, and wouldn't pass the muster of the legal system. But, when you sign away control of your own image in a contract, that gives the contract holder the rights to dictate what your PUBLIC image will be. If they want you to have a straight PUBLIC image, then you'll have a straight PUBLIC image. If THEY want you to have a "good girl next door" image, then that's the PUBLIC image you'll have. You signed away your rights to be your authentic self, when you signed away the rights to control how others see you, period!!!
IN MY OPINION, Camila has come out of the closet so damn many times, I can't even count any more. She just has to do so, in a way that isn't obvious to those who have control over how others see her. Take her last video, for instance. When one listens to terms she chooses to use, and does a bit of research, you'll discover, what I believe is the hidden meaning behind that video. If I'm correct in MY THINKING, she has yet again, screamed her truth from the rooftops, for those who choose to listen, and understand.
As for the PR contracts...I was the first person to say, Camila made the choice to sign into those particular contracts. When one signs away control over their own public image, it also allows those in control to dictate that one MUST enter into PR contracts to help THEM present the PUBLIC image THEY want for that particular artist. The artist gets a say in which person that PR is with, simply because they HAVE to agree to sign the contract with that particular person.
So, did Camila agree to sign into this PR contract with the human hair ball? She absolutely did....And NO ONE should be surprised by it. It is quite clear that this shit has been in the making, since June/July of 2015. Hell, after that shit show with the British Bore, even the majority of the fandom was asking for it. The timing was right, and here we are.
Lastly, Camila is always stepping out of the closet, like I said above. IN MY OPINION, she wants her fans to know who she truly is, but that doesn't mean she wants to tell the world in definitive terms. Like Lauren, she wishes people could simply appreciate the music, and leave per private life out of it, but she also knows that's a pipe dream, and not reality.
She knows, the second she decides to speak her truth aloud, her career takes, yet another, blow. I also think, that's one of the reasons THEY, through the media, make sure her ignorant youth is continuously brought up. The more she has to fight to get through that hardship, the more she will want to keep her truth a secret. (yes, a definite manipulation tactic)
Camila could decide to say, fuck it all, and come out with her truth at any time, after her contract is up. She could also decide never to PUBLICLY come out. It's her choice, unless people in power decide to take that choice away from her.
Whitney Houston took her truth with her to the grave. Taylor lives with her truth, one foot in the closet, and one foot out. That's basically what Camila is doing now. IN MY OPINION. Her public foot is in the closet, and her music/art foot is out. If people cared more about the music/art, they would get the authentic truth. If you care more about her public image, you'll get exactly what THEY want her to be.
People try to tell you, and others this all the damn time. Take the recent interviews. If you notice, Camila, and others are always saying how vulnerable, honest, and authentic she is, IN HER ART. Her truth is in her craft, whether acting or music. Her PUBLIC image, is just that, an image to sell to the PUBLIC. Everyone in the Entertainment Industry has one...Even Lauren. Yes, she did play the game. She still has her toe in the game, she just isn't playing it at a high level, right now...and, unfortunately for her, it shows!!!
There! I answered your book with a damn novel. As always, I could be wrong with my opinions, but they are my opinions!!!!!! !! !!!!
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Something Immortal
word count - 3k
warnings: suicide attempt, drug use, addiction, cursing, teenagers being gross
pairing: model!Todoroki x canon!Bakugo
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"Holy shit guys he posted!!" Mina squeals, vaulting herself over the couch to reach the rest of the Bakusquad sitting on the common room carpet. An old original copy of Monopoly splayed out in the center of their group.
"Ooh, show us! Show us!" Kaminari leans forward, swiping half of the properties off the board in the process.
Sero groans, "Dude you do this every time!!"
The blond pouts, "Hey it's your fault I was losing."
Kirishima just chuckles, picking up his dog piece from jail and throwing it into the box.
"Your smart people game can wait," Mina tugs on Sero's ponytail, "He hasn't posted in weeks."
"Oh my god he's so fucking hot," Kaminari's knee-jerk reaction is whispered as soon as he sees the post.
Todoroki Shouto, one of Japan- and America's- most well-known models. The teenager, who happens to be their age, regularly models for magazines like Vogue, Joker, and Elle. The teenager who has starred in countless American and Japanese short and independent films. The teenager who just so happens to be the son of the number one hero, Endeavor.
No one knows his quirk, but it just adds to the mystery. Some people theorize he's quirkless, but others think he's got a crazy dangerous quirk, which is why he's a model instead of an aspiring hero. Not like he's not perfect for the job, with his gorgeous bi-colored hair and heterochromatic eyes. The scar on his left side somehow only adds to his beauty. It doesn't matter what your sexuality is, you simp for Todoroki Shouto.
But that's the obvious, now this photo- this photo.
"It's ethereal, I've never seen him look so serene before."
"He's an actual angel."
"How is he only eighteen?!"
Mina nods as Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima go through the seven stages of grief just looking at the photo.
Kirishima's eyes dart to Todoroki's username... which is just Shouto. In fact, the Todoroki name isn't mentioned once on his account, a fact that has hundreds of conspiracy theories on its own.
"Hey Meens, can we stalk him real quick? I wanna see who he's following."
She grins, "Well anything for you, munchkin."
Sero snorts. Their couple nicknames never fail to amuse anyone within hearing range.
"Ugh gross," Kaminari gags as Mina giggles, swiping off of the picture (which already has over 600,000) and onto his main page.
It's simple, plain yet elegant in the way only a PR manager could manage.
The bio is a link to his most recent shoot with some magazine that Kirishima doesn't recognize, the profile picture is a rare shot of him smiling, a blue checkmark, and a follower count of over four million.
His following count, however, is the shocker.
"He only follows fourteen people?" Sero whispers, clicking on the number.
"Huh," Mina turns the phone slightly so she can see, "Who is he following?"
"Let's see," Sero squints, eyes scrolling down the list, "Hawks... his siblings... Mirko... some American models... his agency's profile... and- wait, isn't that Bakugo?"
"HAH?" Mina yells, whipping the phone around and clicking on the profile.
Sure enough, a slew of photos shows up on her screen, all of their resident blond pomeranian glaring at the camera in various locations.
"He- WHAT?? It must be a glitch!" Mina scrambles frantically, eyes darting across the screen.
"Uh, yeah," Kirishima chuckles, "a glitch."
Mina scrolls up numerous times as if refreshing the page will help.
"I mean what other explanation can you think of?! It's not like Thee Todoroki Shouto would know our Bakugou, they're totally in different leagues." Mina sounds absolutely scandalized, causing Sero to laugh.
"I don't know, Meens, the proof is right there. We should ask him about it!"
"And what- DIE?" Kaminari reasons.
Sero nods, "Fair point."
"Pussies." Mina stands, planting her manicured hands on the edge of the couch, "I'll ask him myself."
-
"I REFUSE." A fourteen-year-old Shouto screams at his father.
"what do you mean you refuse? Shouto she's a lovely girl, and you need to procreate while you're still young if you're not going to become a hero like I want. You get one or the other." Todoroki Enji grabs his youngest child by the arm to lead him out of the kitchen, but Shouto jerks out of his grip. "Wh- SHOUTO."
"I'm going to live with Fuyumi. She'll take care of me." He holds his ground, shaking his father off when he tries once again to physically lead him out of the room.
"OH?" Enji bellows a laugh, "And how do you expect she'll find the money to take you in? Raising a teenager is expensive, you know, and she's only a simple school teacher."
"She's not a simple anything. And I- I'll find a way. We'll be fine. I already talked to several agencies."
"...agencies?"
-
"Wait, Mina!!" Kaminari calls after the girl, but she's a woman on a mission and there's no stopping her.
They arrive at Bakugo's door in a heap, Kaminari clawing at Mina while she knocks calmly. Kirishima and Sero stand to watch because they have no idea what else to do. (They're just as nervous as Kaminari but they're more afraid of Mina if they're being honest.)
A crash comes from inside the room, but soon their resident angry boy is slamming open his door and glaring at them. The normalcy is comforting.
"Do you fuckers realize what fucking time it is?"
"Yes~" Mina coos sweetly, "I know old men need their sleep but it's only 8:30 and we have a question."
He sighs aggressively and stretches his arms behind his back, cracking his shoulders and then his neck, Kaminari whimpers in fear.
"Alright, what do you want pinky?"
She's practically vibrating with excitement at this point.
"Why is Todoroki Shouto following you on Instagram?"
Bakugo seems to mull over this for a moment, and then he just shrugs.
Mina nods like this answers any part of her question, "That's what I thought, funny glitch. He's pretty hot though, right?"
The rest of the group nods emphatically.
Bakugo scratches his leg with his other heel, "He's not ugly, I guess."
Mina waves her arms around in Bakugo's general direction, "See!!? Even the straight guy agrees!!"
"No one was disagreeing with you, Mina." Sero snickers.
Bakugo grunts, then promptly slams the door in their faces.
"Well I guess that was more than he'd usually do at this time, we're lucky we didn't get exploded." Kirishima muses.
Kaminari nods, shuddering at the thought.
"Welp! That answers our question!" Although it really didn't, no one was about to argue with Mina, "Anyway I'm going to bed."
"Say hi to your vibe for me!" Sero whispers after her.
She waves as she marches away, humming to herself.
-
Shouto stares at the street below.
He wonders if he'd die falling from a height like this. He hopes he doesn't hit anyone.
Slowly, he removes his expensive sneakers, dropping them on the modelling agency's roof beside him. It's breezy tonight, and Shouto, freshly sixteen, has nothing to live for anymore. So he won't.
Stepping carefully over the guardrail, not sure why since he's about to jump. Maybe part of him is still afraid.
Whatever he can get over it.
His thin frame wobbles in the wind, and he breathes deeply, too focused on relaxing to notice the roof door opening, and hurried steps coming up behind him.
A warm hand grabs him, almost startling him off the side of the building.
The interruption heaves heavy breaths in his ear as they both topple down onto the concrete floor.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Oh, it's Bakugo.
The only child of his manager, Mitsuki Bakugo, who happens to be a nosy little shit who can't stay out of other people's business.
"Get OFF" Shouto shoves him, frantically scrambling toward the railing again. He needs this.
"NO! Todoroki get the fuck back-"
"It's SHOUTO." blood spurts onto his gray sweater and he realizes with muted horror that he just elbowed his employer's son in the nose.
"Fuck I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He bends down, removing his trashed pullover, and holds it to his friend's nose.
Bakugo snorts, "Sorry- Shouto I mean." He winces when Shouto presses harder into his face, "I'll forgive you if you don't jump."
Shouto sighs, "You know why I was going to."
Bakugo visibly calms at the use of past tense, the outburst must have snapped him out of it.
"Your mom, right?" Shouto tenses.
"Yeah I- he barred me from ever seeing her again and I- I don't know what to do." He shudders and pulls his pills from his pants pocket.
He wonders what his mom would say if she found out her baby was addicted to drugs.
Bakugou frowns but lets his friend take the pill, not sure what to say.
"Fucking piece of shit. Is that even legal?"
"Legally the number two hero can do whatever the fuck he wants. We live in a flawed world, Bakugo.
"I- Shouto."
"Hmm?" Shouto collapses onto the ground, crunching the pill and sighing as he feels the effects start to take almost immediately.
"I care- I care about you, okay? So please let me help you. Let me get you help."
A tear slips down to Shouto's ear without his permission, he wipes it away as quickly as it came.
"I don't know, Bakugo. You haven't exactly seemed to like me in the past. Even though I like to think we're friends I know you don't feel the same." He frowns, admiring the shine of wetness on his palm in the moonlight.
Bakugo grumbles, "Don't fuckin' tell me what I do and don't feel. I really fuckin' care about you even though I'm an ass about it, okay? I'm not good with emotions so don't expect much from me. But I do want you to be happy and I don't think the uh- the pills are helping."
The blond holds out a hand and reluctantly Shouto slaps the container into it.
"Fine," he mumbles, "you're uh- not as bad as I thought."
Bakugo snorts, "You're just as bad as I thought, but I like you anyway."
Against his will, Shouto finds himself blushing, thankful that it's mostly hidden in the dark.
"C'mon," Bakugo gestures to his own chest, "I know you could use one."
Shouto whimpers as he curls himself into the blond's strong frame. He's built a lot of muscle since starting at UA this year.
A strong hand rubs along his back and Shouto finds he can't hold back his tears any longer as the shock starts to set in.
Fuck he almost just killed himself.
"Thanks, Bakugo."
"I almost just watched you die, you can call me Katsuki."
"Thanks, Katsuki."
"No problem, Shouto."
-
The Bakusquad once again finds themselves playing a game on the common room floor, this time Sorry, much to Sero's chagrin.
"Sorry!" Kirishima grins cheekily as he kicks Sero's piece back to his home base.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck you guys-" He groans, flopping back onto the loveseat behind him, only to get an eyeful of Bakugo Katsuki's ass, "Oh hey Bakugou!"
"Wh- OI TAPE FACE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE LOOKING-"
Sero snickers, patting Bakugou on the hip, "Sorry dude, it was literally right there."
Small explosions popped from Bakugo's hands as he growled down at Sero.
"Aw come on blasty he's just playing and WHERE are you going dressed like that???!!!"
Bakugo blushes and tugs his light blue blazer down farther.
"I have a date." He mutters, tugging his sleeves.
“Sorry,” Kaminari laughs, “I think I misheard you. Sounded like you said ‘I have a date.’”
Bakugo rolls his eyes, “Because I do, dipshit.” He sighs, checking his -expensive-looking- watch, “Just watch the independent film awards when they’re on. I think it’s like four hours from now that it starts.”
“Whyyyy would you have anything to do with that?” Kirishima groans, very lost.
“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo grunts, digging his phone out of his pocket when it vibrates and checking something before humming and striding towards the front door.
He looks unusually elegant, hair slicked back probably as well as Bakugo’s hair can be, shirt tucked in, a few rings on his fingers, barely visible and yet beautifully drawn eyeliner. He’s… pretty.
The three remaining members of the Bakusquad, as well as the rest of the common room, sit there in awe as he shoves a permission slip in Iida’s blubbering face.
“I- Wh- Bakugo is this from Aizawa? You cannot just leave!!”
“Fuck off glasses, I have his fuckin’ blessing or whatever.”
“Bakugo!”
The blond shoots a middle finger off behind him and slams the door shut, leaving a stunned common room in his wake.
“Uh, well, that happened.” Jirou drones blandly from her place on the couch with Momo.
“Awards show watch party, anyone?!” Uraraka grins, standing, “I’ll get the mochi!!”
“I’ll make tea,” Momo stands as well, dusting off her perfectly clean jeans. Jirou groans at the loss of her girlfriend’s warmth and flops over on the couch.
“This is stupid, he probably got invited by some pro hero and he’s just going to yell at the paparazzi if he’s even gonna be there.” She pouts.
“Well,” Sero grins, “anyone wanna play Monopoly while we wait?”
Kaminari throws the Sorry board at his head.
-
“Alright, is everyone ready!!? The red carpet is about to start!!” Hagakure squeals, even though the entirety of class 3-A (minus Bakugo) is there.
“So… what exactly are we watching this for?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck.
“Bakugo’s going to be in it apparently, the study group earlier saw him in the common room wearing a suit.” Ojiro answers.
“Not just a suit!!” Mina holds her hands out as if to deliver groundbreaking news, “A fancy suit.”
“Aren’t all suits fancy?”
“Shut up.”
“OOH LOOK there’s Arai Itō and Chiba Yoshida!! Aww, they’re so cute!” Uraraka swoons, clasping her hands together.
“I wonder when Kacchan is gonna come out, these things can take a while.”
“I honestly don’t even care, I heard Todoroki Shouto is nominated for an award this year!! Do you remember that really sad short film he was in about having an overdose? Gosh, I hope he wins.” Hagakure’s hair bow vibrates excitedly.
“THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!” She points at the bottom of the screen where a man in a pale blue dress has stepped out of a limo and onto the carpet, a heeled foot gracefully raising him to his full 6’2”.
“Holy shit he’s gorgeous.” Sero breathes, the reporters on screen basically saying the same thing.
Shouto reaches behind him and holds out a hand for the second person stepping out of the limo, broad shoulders, a shorter stature than Shouto especially with the heels, spiky blond hair, piercing red eyes-
…
“HOLY SHIT IS THAT BAKUGOU??”
The aerial camera pans down toward the blond, showing off his suit- which matches Shouto’s dress perfectly- and his, what appears to be professionally done hair.
“Holy shit does he have an undercut now!!?? We just saw him a few hours ago!” Mina screeches.
Momo shrugs, “They do that sort of thing for celebrities.” She sips her tea, unphased.
“Okay okay, we’re all ignoring the most important part. Kacchan is Todoroki’s date.” Izuku frantically waves his arms around.
“I didn’t know they knew each other,” Tokoyami muses.
“What the fuck is happening?” Sero asks no one in particular.
“Wait everyone SHUT UP they’re announcing awards!!!! Todoroki might win one! We can ask Bakugo about this when he gets back. Surely there’s an interesting story.” Uraraka chimes in, handing out mochi and popcorn.
The tv’s voice is muffled under the muttering of several class 3-A members, but Mina turns it up as the male announcer reads the winners of the award Todoroki is nominated for.
“AAAAAAAAND THE WINNER FOR BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SHORT ISSSSSSSSS…
TODOROKI SHOUTO!!! For his work in The End of Me and the incredible performance that shocked-”
Cheers ring through the dorms, popcorn goes flying, and Mina frantically shushes everyone as Shouto makes his way gracefully onto the stage. He accepts the award from the previous winner, bowing elegantly and stepping up to the mic.
“Hello everyone,” He begins, shooting a shy smile directly into the camera. It has always perplexed his fans how nervous he can be in real life compared to in his photoshoots. “This is a really important award to me, not only am I incredibly grateful to the panel for gracing this title upon me, but as of yesterday,” He smiles at the ground, taking a deep breath, “I’m two years clean.”
Shocked gasps ricochet through the award hall as well as through the crowd gathered around the tv.
“He did drugs, kero?” Tsu whispers.
“Mon dieux,” Aoyama shakes his head, pressing a hand to his chest, “how brave.”
Shouto clears his breath and continues, “In fact, that wasn’t the worst of it at the time, and I’m incredibly grateful to all who have supported me through my career. You keep me sane, and you keep me going. But especially, I’d like to thank my sister, brother, and my wonderful boyfriend-”
He holds an arm out to someone in the audience, and the camera pans to none other than Bakugou Katsuki, “who quite literally saved my life, and helped me drive myself back on track. I love you Katsuki, and you continue to improve my life every second that you’re in it.”
Most of 3-A are in tears at this point, and as Bakugo half-heartedly scowls into the camera, they can tell his eyes are shining too.
Shouto glances back at the camera as if directing his words to someone in particular.
“Thank you.”
And then he’s walking back down to his seat as the audience provides him with a standing ovation.
“THEY’RE DATING,” Mina sobs, shaking Kirishima’s shoulders as he sits, staring slack-jawed at the television.
“Yeah, yeah they are.”
-
Katsuki does NOT wipe tears from his eyes as he helps Shouto sit back down in his seat, but his boyfriend definitely does. His mascara, thankfully waterproof, still holds strong.
Shouto shoots him a watery smile, rubbing his arm as he pulls the blond into a hug.
“Happy two years, Katsuki.”
#not me having no clue how to title shit#llyn writes shit#fanfic#todobaku#todoroki shouto#bakugo katsuki#tw suicude#tw drugs#model!todoroki#model au#based on canon#bakusquad#kaminari denki#bnha fluff#bnha#mha#fluff#kirishima eijirou#sero hanta#mina ashido#iida tenya#endeavor#ochako uraraka#momo yaoyorozu#jirou kyouka#kirimina#momojirou#my fic#crossposted on ao3
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