#>Don’t know what generation we’re at now but I have confirmed there are at least 18 base models in use as of several years ago

[lor-starcutter]

is magolor short

>For his kind at his age? Yes. By several inches actually. He’s in denial about it, though, and insists he’ll get a growth spurt eventually…

[ateezscupid]

Hiiii I love your fics ! I wanted to know if you could do a fic with dom- minjoong and sub f. reader ?

𝗧𝗪𝗢'𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ★

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - you planned a calm night with mingi and hongjoong recording in the studio, but it ended way differently than you thought it would.

warn - smut and fluff, dom!mingi, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, fingering, oral (m and f), praise and some degrading if u squint LOL, pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl, love), poly!au, big dick mingi, reader's shorter than joong and min, kind of size difference mentioned BUT there is a size kink if u squint, unprotected sex, joong and mingi are pussy drunk and absolutely love the reader

w/c -

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @yeolistic @jeonride @ate-ez

A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and i finished it. also, back from my break babes! ^^

Mingi and Hongjoong were like two peas in a pod. they did — quite literally — everything together. They went to concerts together, designed merchandise together, produced and wrote lyrics together; even going to the bathroom together seemed like something the two boys did a lot. you’ve always loved their friendship. It was so cute how Mingi would treat Hongjoong like a younger brother even though Joong was older, and he kind of just accepted it knowing he couldn’t get Mingi to stop.

When you introduced yourself to the two, you didn’t realize how easy it was for them to become attached to you. They acted like they had known you for years, and for you it felt like you had found your soulmates because of their welcoming aura. Out of all of your friends, Hongjoong and Mingi were your favorites.

Hongjoong was the friend who spent too much time at work trying to make sure whatever he was working on was perfect — and who also had a bit of a smoking problem. Hongjoong was high most of the time whenever you saw him.

Mingi was the friend who was — just like hongjoong — always high, except he didn’t spend a lot of time in the studio. He was always out at clubs or doing something stupid with the other members.

To say the least, the boys were like fully grown adult babies.

Since your schedule was always empty, you spent a lot of time with the Ateez members; specifically with Joong and Mingi. You were always hanging out at their music video sets, in their dressing rooms, or just in general in the KQ building doing god knows what. It was fun hanging out with the boys. They acted so normal around you and you loved it.

Now you were hanging out with Mingi and Hongjoong in the studio. They were song writing and producing a few songs while you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone. There was definitely silence in the studio, ignoring the music playing, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. You three were fine being in complete silence as long as it meant being in each others presence.

“Yo Hj, go over that one line again,” Mingi peeked above his computer. “Y/n, are you bored? Sorry if we’re not talking to you, we’re just really focused.”

“What?” you scoff playfully and sit up. “Don’t worry about me, I don’t really care about you guys talking to me or not, Im fine either way.”

“Cool, just makin’ sure.” Min smiled then looked back at his computer. You always found him adorable whenever he wore glasses. They fit him so well, and he didn’t seem to agree until you started complimented him. It wasn’t long after that he started wearing his glasses more often.

With or without the glasses, Mingi had a pretty face. It was the same for Hongjoong. You’ve always found the two men incredibly attractive; your eyes examining their features whenever they weren’t looking. You of course never acted upon your emotions, but there have been moments between you three that would confirm your feelings for them.

Like the time you were hanging out with the boys while they were filming Inception. As of now, you’re confused why you didn’t choose Seonghwa first. Everything about him in that music video had you drooling. As if his body being drenched in water wasn’t enough, his facial expressions and body made you horny desperate for him.

Hongjoong and Mingi both noticed how your body was reacting to Seonghwa’s movements during the dance and felt jealous. They didn’t remember you looking at them like that. You remember the boys bombarding you with questions after they made it back to their dorms.

“Do you like Seonghwa?” and “Do you have a crush on anybody?”

“Why were you looking at Seonghwa like that?”

“Do you have a crush on anybody?”

All these questions were new to you since they hadn’t bothered you like this before. You could only assume it was because of the way you looked at Seonghwa that made them jealous. But why were they jealous? They didn’t like you, at least, that’s what you thought. They never showed any signs that told you they were interested in you… Unless they did and you were too dumb to realize.

Just thinking about it now made you wonder if they actually liked you, and if they had like you this entire time, why didn’t they say anything? You thought they’d be fighting over you if they both liked you but they weren’t.

Clearly they didn’t have a problem with sharing.

You stare at your phone for a few minutes contemplating on whether or not you should ask them. Or better yet, just blurt out that you like them and see where that takes you. You glance over at Hongjoong, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you. He immediately looked away and stared at the sheet of lyrics in front of him, Mingi noticing the flushed look on his face and looking at you. They knew you knew.

“Can I ask you guys something?” you finally muster up the courage to say something. It looked as if the blood drained from their face when you said that.

“Uh, sure,” Mingi closes his laptop halfway and Hongjoong nods, taking his headphones off completely.

“Do you guys have a crush on anybody? We’ve been friends for long and we’ve talked about almost any and everything but crushes. How come you guys never told me about any crushes you guys have? Or had.”

Hongjoong looks at Mingi, mouth ajar as if he were going to speak but stayed quiet. Mingi was also quiet, fidgeting with his mouse and looking around the room. Clearly they were nervous to answer the question, and you didn’t mean to make them nervous.

“Sorry if I’m asking for too much, I just wanna know! I mean, you guys have told me your celebrity crushes but that’s not the same.”

“I mean,” Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, slightly lifting his hips. You noticed this and bit your lip, struggling to keep eye contact with him.

“We never told you because it’s complicated.”

“How is it complicated? If you don’t mind me asking,” You cris-cross your legs on the couch. “I mean, I’m pretty easy to talk to. You guys know this.”

“We know!” Mingi sighed. “If we told you, you’d freak out. And you’d probably think we were weird,”

“I won’t think you’re weird! Come on, it’s just us,” you walk over to the chair next to Mingi and sit down in it, placing a hand on his arm and tilting your head. Your small touch alone made Mingi shiver.

“Well, we…” he glances over at Hongjoong who nodded his head in approval. “we like you.”

That wasn’t what you were expecting at all. Well, you kinda did expect it but it was surprising. They said it so easily as if they weren’t scared to tell you earlier. Averting your gaze to Hongjoong, he nodded slowly as if saying what Mingi said was true. You knew the boys wouldn’t lie to you. You all made an agreement that you’d tell each other anything no matter what it was.

“Sorry if it’s so sudden,” Hongjoong sighs deeply. “I know I said I wasn’t really looking to date anyone and Mingi knew that too, but you kinda just…came into our life and changed it ever since.”

“Do you both like me? I already know the answer but I like it hearing it from you guys.” you smile and kick your feet.

“Oh my god,” Mingi chuckles. His deep voice was always so attractive. “First Joong liked you and I may or may not have teased him a bit for his stupid crush on you. But then I started understanding why he liked you and then I started liking you. We kinda had to come to an agreement since we didn’t know what to do if both of us liked you.”

“I’m not gonna say we argued, but we argued.” Hongjoong chuckles behind his desk. “We both sorta agreed to being okay with the other liking you, but we don’t know if you’re okay with…dating two people.”

“Joong, are you kidding? If it’s you two I don’t care. I’m actually kind of relieved that you guys don’t mind dating me. I thought I’d have to choose between you guys and I didn’t want to do that.”

“Well now you don’t have to since you know we both like you,” Mingi leaned back in his chair — manspreading. You thought you had better self control but you definitely didn’t. Just seeing him sit like that made you rub your legs together. You weren’t aware of the fact that the boys saw you doing this, nor were you aware of the looks they gave each other.

“So…I assume this means we’re — dating? All of us?”

“Would you like that Y/n?” Hongjoong averted his gaze, his eyes glazing over your body. He could never get over how good you looked in his and Mingi’s clothes. Being surprisingly shorter than Mingi and Hongjoong, their clothes were always baggy on your body, which made them so comfortable. He liked watching you rummage through their closets trying to find an outfit for the day since you had given up on wearing your own clothes.

“I would love that!” You say with a gummy smile, a bit too excited for your own good.

“I’m kinda surprised you didn’t say anything about us before. I mean, you said you knew we liked you,” Mingi said.

“Well I didn’t wanna say anything before because I wasn’t really sure. I only went by the things you guys were doing and you guys were doing a lot.”

“Like what?” Hongjoong tilts his head.

You didn’t think he’d ask. “Y’know, getting jealous whenever I looked or even talked to the other members, over complimenting me even when I looked bad, always staring at my body — Mingi, you liked looking at my tits. I always caught you look at them,”

“You looked at her tits?” Joong raised his eyebrow at Mingi.

“I-I did like once,” Mingi scratches the back of his head. “You’ve looked at her ass before so you can’t sit here and act like you didn’t do anything wrong!”

“You’ve looked at my ass before?” the question made them both flustered. You weren’t necessarily surprised by the behavior; more so happy they even admitted to doing it. At least they felt comfortable enough to tell you things like that.

“Well are there any more embarrassing things you guys wanna spill about each other or are you guys done?”

Hongjoong started giggling, covering his mouth with his hand and looking at Mingi. You could tell it was something stupid based off the way he sounded.

“Mingi didn’t know how to—”

“Shut up dickhead!” Mingi shouted defensively not even allowing Hongjoong to finish. Him interrupting only made Joong laugh louder. His laughing caused you to start laughing.

“Joong say it! What is it!” You lean closer, arms resting on the desk. Mingi tried covering your ears but you kept moving.

“He was scared to tell you he liked you because he thought you guys would kiss and he didn’t know how to kiss so he asked me to help him!” Hongjoong almost fell back in his chair laughing, his headphones falling off his neck and his legs kicking underneath the desk. Mingi was definitely embarrassed, though he seemed to be embarrassed because he couldn’t kiss, not because he kissed Hongjoong.

“You guys kissed? Like — on the lips? Or…” —

“On the lips, Y/n, I didn’t say he could go that far. But he did it to impress youuu! I already know how to kiss so I was fine teaching him what I knew.”

You nod and turn to Mingi. “So he taught you? You know how to kiss now?”

“I-I guess,” he cleared his throat nervously. “You want me to show you?”

“Are you guys really gonna makeout in front of me? If you’re gonna do it, let me watch.” he stands up from his seat and moves toward the couch you were just sitting on, taking a seat himself and positioning himself so he saw you two making out — if you were even going to do so.

Mingi’s eyes glazed over your features, seeming to be glued to your lips since he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Leaning in slowly, his hand lifting and resting on your cheek while pulling your face closed, his and your eyes closing. Hongjoong sat watching in anticipation with his foot tapping on the ground, a wide smile on his face. He kept whispering the words ‘kiss her’ and ‘hurry up’ since you two were taking a bit long.

With his hand holding your cheek and your faces inching closer and closer, your lips finally attached. He captured your lips tenderly, your expression softening as you relaxed in his hood, leaning gently into the kiss to create more friction of some sort. He was enjoying it himself as well — having his arm wrapped around you pulling you deeper into the kiss and making sure you couldn’t back away. Not like you planning on it. It was crazy — a bit unbelievable how he didn’t protest when you asked him to kiss you, but you were happy he was doing it.

As the two of you kissed you felt someone behind you. The only other person in the room was Hongjoong, so you could only assume it was him. He watched closely as you two kissed, growing a bit impatient himself since he didn’t get the chance to kiss you yet.

“Mingi, hurry upp. I wanna kiss her too,” he whined behind you. Once Mingi’s lips separated from yours, Joong’s fingers curled around your neck and leaned down, attaching his own lips to yours and holding you still. Whatever you had gotten yourself into, you couldn’t possibly take yourself out. It wasn’t like you wanted to but you knew you were going to have a fun night.

In full honesty, it was a lot to take in. The both of them were kissing you, their hands all around your body overwhelming your senses. It’s not like you haven’t imagined the two in bed before but for it to happen now was so unexpected.

“She’s so pretty,” Mingi mumbles under his breath, hands gently caressing your thighs. “so gorgeous.”

Hongjoong pulls away from your lips, running a thumb across your cheek. “You think we should do it tonight? Of course, if she’s okay with it.

“Okay with what? W-What do you guys mean?”

“…” Joong looked at Mingi then back to you. “Y’know, a threesome.. If it’s too unexpected we don’t have to do it—”

“Y-Yes! Yeah, whatever you wanna do to me, do it. Please.”

They didn’t have to be told twice. As Mingi pulled you into his lap, Hongjoong stood behind you and held your hair out of your face, fingers still wrapped around your neck as Mingi pulled you into yet another kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance but Min won, making you feel like your body was going numb. They played with you as if you were putty. You began to grind your hips onto Mingi while holding onto his shoulders, moaning into his mouth because of the friction. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to get you wet. Just as you were doing so, you felt something big rubbing against your crotch.

You knew what it was.

“Aw she’s moving on harder on you,” Joong teased, his hands moving all across your body and even groping your breasts. “You got hard that quick?”

Mingi broke away from the kiss. “Well what would you do if a girl you liked was grinding on your dick? Would you not get hard?”

“I would but still, damn.” Mingi lets go of you and allows Hongjoong to pull you away from him. He brings you over to the couch and finally settles you into his lap, hands caressing your thighs like Mingi’s did earlier, giving your clothes heat access to his own bulge. You lazily drag yourself against his length. This alone had you soaked in your panties and you were about ready to rip them off of your heated body.

“My pretty girl grinding on me like this,” Hongjoong almost growls in your ear, hugging your waist and groaning softly in your ear. “you’re such a dirty girl,”

“Mm,” you whimper. “I… know,”

Not realizing Mingi had come over, his hands reach underneath your hips and grab the hem of the bottoms you were wearing, pulling them off and discarding them onto the floor next to him. Joong tilted your head at an almost uncomfortable angle to attach his mouth onto yours and you eagerly return the kiss, tongues clashing together.

Mingi watched you grind on each other, though he’s not sure he can handle watching you two do it any longer. He pulls your hips forward and pushes your underwear to the side, hands squishing your thighs and lips enveloping your clit. You jolt and moan into your kiss with Joong while holding onto his leg, gripping for your life at this point.

“So wet,” Mingi hums. “for me?” his fingers come to play with your folds. Your body was surging with such an electric feeling you felt lightheaded. With simple touches, you were already crumbling. It wasn’t like this with your past partners in bed.

His hand slides underneath your ass and attaches his mouth to your heat. Your core was twitching so much, already overstimulated by barely anything. Hongjoong took this as his opportunity to grope your breasts, now comforting you as Mingi ate you out. His tongue moves in and out of you, spending a few seconds looking for that one spongey spot inside of you. Your thighs close around his head, and your back arched off of Joong’s chest.

You couldn’t focus on his hands on your body while Mingi ate you out like this. It was impossible.

Once his fingers enter you everything goes blank, your legs closing immediately and you having to break away from Hongjoong’s kiss to catch your breath. You came so quick and easy it was almost embarrassing.

“She’s so cute!” Hongjoong cooed as he rubbed your waist. “Came so quick from barely anything.”

“Please…” you moan softly, arching your back and trying to grind your hips on Hongjoong again. “I-I… want—”

“We’ll give it to you, baby.” Mingi spoke as he stood to his feet. Joong lifted you from the underside of your legs and placed you on your back on the sofa, Mingi now replacing him and getting between your legs. He stripped himself of his sweatpants and pushed his boxers low enough to where his cock could spring out.

It would be an understatement to say he was just big.

“M-Min…, that’s not gonna fit,”

“Then I’ll make it fit.”

As you were ready to protest, a sharp pain seethed through your body. You hadn’t realized Hongjoong slid behind you and help you lay on top of his chest, your lower body feeling numb once Mingi went inside. You were too focused on the literal intrusion that your body was going through to realize Joong’s hand moving to your clit. He delivered a sharp slap to it, making you lurch forward and cry out loud.

“Aw, poor baby can’t handle it,” Joong murmurs as Mingi began thrusting.

Your walls were contracting against his cock with every movement, hips angled so he could hit your deepest parts. He was so big, stretching your walls and making it feel like you were being ripped apart. Mingi tried going slow so you could adjust to his enormous size, but good god, he was huge. Adjusting to his size was going to take a very long time. He kept glancing at you to check your facial expressions, stopping the movement of his hips if he felt like he was hurting you.

“It’s okay, princess,” Mingi said calmly while doing slow strokes. “I know it’s a lot, just breathe.” his deep voice helped you calm down much faster. He grabs ahold of your hips and speeds up the pace of his thrusts. There was slick already sliding down your thighs.

Immediately your hands flung to his body, hips grinding against him to feel some sort of friction. Your nails dug into his skin while you tried holding on for dear life. It was so much to handle at once.

Reaching your hand back, you were desperately searching for Hongjoong’s dick, anything to hold on your hands. You felt bad since you hadn’t done anything besides kiss him yet, so this was the last you could do. Of course, he attempted to stop you saying he didn’t need you to do anything, but you weren’t listening. You were being driven by sex.

“Y/n, you don’t have to—” your hand grasps onto his clothed dick. He did want you to touch him, so he allowed you to do whatever to him. Of course, the angle at which you were laying made it difficult for you to stroke him, but you tried your best, running your thumb over his slit and spreading his pre-cum all over.

“Joong why don’t you…fuck,” Mingi cursed, head spinning from how nice you felt around his cock. “f-fuck her face. Give her something to do with her filthy little mouth,”

“I-I don’t think she can even hear us—”

“Little whore already fucked out?” Min pants and deepens his thrusts.

Hongjoong slid from underneath your now limp body and grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting it and wiping the drool off your cheek with his thumb. Mingi held your hips with his nails digging into your body, leaving crescent moon shapes embedded in your skin, while Hongjoong was preparing to face fuck you.

He pulls his pants down to his thighs, pulling your head closer to his hips by your hair and slapping his cock on your cheek. You couldn’t handle the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Open,” Hongjoong spoke, slapping his tip against your lips. You obeyed and lazily opened your mouth. It opened more as he pushed himself inside of you.

“So warm,” he groans. “so wet, all for us.”

Joong was much bigger than you imagined, and you weren’t ashamed to say you had thought about Hongjoong naked before. It was safe to say you’ve thought about all of the members naked. The only ones you’ve thought of the most were Mingi and Hongjoong, mainly Mingi. Even seeing only his collarbone sometimes would cause you to drool. Hongjoong had you drooling whenever you saw any part of his body.

His hips moved back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of your mouth, making sure to hit the back of your throat with each thrust while also making sure you were still breathing. Though you didn’t mind if he made it hard for you to breathe. Being used like a cum dump by these two has been a dream of yours for a while.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels good…” Hongjoong groaned as his pace accelerated. You gagged each time his tip hit the back of your throat, but you didn’t care.

A sharp thrust from Mingi’s hips caused your body to jerk and for a string of fire to shoot down to your core. Your moans were muffled due to Joong being in your mouth, but it only fueled Min to go faster inside of you, thinking about how you’d sound if your mouth wasn’t full right now. Joong placed his hand on the back of your head and began thrusting his hips faster, droll trickling down your bottom lip and down your chin from the stimulation.

Your thighs wouldn’t stop twitching. However, how could they stop? Mingi was plowing the last amount of life out of your hole, and Hongjoong used your mouth as if you were a glory hole for him and only him for his own personal use.

How could you possibly stay still during all this?

“I think—fuck, I think she’s close.” Mingi groans and plants his hands on the couch cushions, freeing your hips from his hold and allowing his own to angle differently so he can strike into you deeper.

Your head was spinning at this point. You had no control over the noises you made or your body anymore. Everything about you belonged to them now. Knowing you were close to your release, Hongjoong pulled his member out of your mouth and slapped it on your cheek gently, allowing you to rest your head on his lap while Mingi was wrecking your hole. Your eyes rolled back, your head fell, and garbled words spilled out of your mouth. All you can do is whine and cry out in pleasure while your head spins.

Mingi brings his hand down and presses his thumb against your aching clit, rubbing in fast circles to push you further over the edge until you tipped over, curses spilling out from your swollen lips alongside Mingi's name. At the same time, Mingi held onto your thighs and bottomed out inside of you finally dumping his load inside of you. Your head falls into Hongjoong's lap. He runs his fingers through your hair, easing you through your orgasm.

"You okay, tiny?" Hongjoong caresses your cheek. It took a moment to catch your breath after everything that happened. Jesus, that was a lot.

"I..." After catching your breath, you looked at Hongjoong with puppy eyes and a pout you knew he couldn't resist. "Joongie~" you whine while reaching for his hand. Mingi couldn't help but laugh at how desperate you were. How completely fucked out you looked too.

"What is it?"

"You haven't gotten a turn yet..." you mumbled while pulling on his shirt. Mingi moved out of the way without saying a word, gesturing for Hongjoong to come over. The two men switched places with Hongjoong near your hips and Mingi behind your head caressing your cheek.

Hongjoong wasn't as big as Mingi, but his length made up for it. You knew it would hit your sweet spot easily. Hongjoong positioned himself in front of you, tip lined up with your entrance and his unoccupied hand holding onto your hip. Slowly -- achingly slow, he pushes himself into you in one go, holding onto your hips tightly to not lose balance. Mingi, on the other hand, had his hand on your breast playing with your nipple. So much was happening at once it was hard to keep up.

"It's okay," Joong coos, beginning to thrust in and out of you gently. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm with Mingi. Hongjoong had just started, and it felt good. "Fuck, you're tight."

Out of nowhere, he picks up his pace. He didn't give you enough time to adjust to his length and started pounding into you, gliding his cock in and out of your warmth and watching your juices coat his member. When he heard a whimper escape your lips, he knew he was doing a good job.

"Babe," he says in between pants. "T-Touch yourself for me, yeah? Give Mingi a show while he watches,"

Embarrassed but ultimately turned on, you complied and slithered your hand down your stomach and toward your throbbing clit, rubbing rough and fast circles on it to bring yourself closer to orgasm. Hongjoong winced as you clenched around his cock from the sensation.

"Oh, fuck please," you cried out. "I-I'm gonna cum, slow down-!"

"Already?" Mingi chuckles. "What do you think, Joong? Should we let her?"

"Dammit, if she does, then I-I just might." he shudders, both hands holding onto your hips and slamming his cock in and out of your sopping hole. "I think, fuck, she's been good. Let go, baby."

You were so so close to cumming, the speed of your fingers speeding up as the circles you were rubbing in became sloppy. Occasionally you'd lose focus and wouldn't even move your fingers due to your brain turning to mush. Their voices sounded muffled in your ears. Everything they said went through one ear and out the other.

"Fuck fuck fuck-!" the volume of your moans gradually increased until you couldn't handle it anymore and came. You arched your back and curled your toes, holding onto Hongjoong's wrists. You clenched so tightly around his cock that it pushed him over the edge. He dumped his load inside of you, moaning your name and panting heavily.

"Wow.." Mingi whistles, looking at your fucked out face. "You're so pretty when you cum."

"Shut up," you replied, embarrassed with your hands over your face.

"That was fun," Hongjoong sighs deeply. "I'd do it again." he says while looking at Mingi. Mingi nods in agreement and the two look at you, waiting for your answer.

"I...wouldn't mind."

[rebelscums]

You Drew Stars (Tech x Jedi reader x Hunter)

Ratings: Angst | Fluff

Summary: Unrequited love is a real Bantha

Pt 6 of You Drew Stars

“A mission?” Was the first thing that came from my mouth as I stepped up to the table.

I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the rumbling of the ship already alerting me that we were getting ready to leave soon.

The boys were currently going over a blue print layout of a facility. Wrecker sitting on a crate as he leaned against the ship wall. Echo and Tech were huddled close on one side of the table as the zoomed in to one of the entrances.

I made my way to Hunter who had his arms crossed as he studied the map. His gaze flickered over to mine, his shoulders relaxing unintentionally.

“Rex commed us.” Hunter explained, “He needs us to infiltrate this building to secure Intel to help locate General Wolffe. He believes that Wolffe is alive.”

My posture seemed to straighten as I registered the depth of his words, “Wolffe is… Alive?”

“It appears so.” Tech said, “Or at least there is still a 50% chance that he is.”

Echo looked at the map, “Rex believes him to be and I know never to question his judgement.”

“So this is kind of a rescue mission? Or at least the first step to a rescue mission and we’re the ones who will be executing this mission…” I muttered.

My mind was racing from my quickened pulse and the new information I have just received, but a closer look at the building they were studying had my brows furrowed.

I looked up at the boys incredulously, “This is an empirial building and from what I gather, it is heavily guarded. You want us to infiltrate this place?”

“To put it simply, yes.” Tech answered from the other side of the table.

I was glad in this moment that Omega was asleep.

“And that’s why we’re about to go into space right now?” I crossed my arms.

“Also correct.” Tech confirmed, “By my calculations, if we leave now we should arrive in four parsecs.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Should we not consult about this more? I know this is Wolffe, but how can we risk all that we’ve built?”

“A Jedi would.” Echo pointed out which left a sharp sting in my heart, “A Jedi would risk everything to help those in need. You taught us that.”

“I am no Jedi.” I reminded them as I shook my head slowly, “I have attachments now, to all of you. Especially to Omega and her life is more important than anyone in the galaxy. I won’t do anything that might put her life at risk.”

“We wouldn’t either mesh’la, you know this.” Hunter said.

The nickname fell off of Hunter’s tongue with such ease that I didn’t question it and neither did he… But Echo did. If anyone would have looked over at him, they would have seen the slight furrow in his brow was the only indication to his confusion as he watched the two interact.

“Hunter…” I looked up at him with worry laced in my eyes.

It was the same worry I found in his own, but his was different. His eyes held certainty that we would all be fine.

“We would be putting Omega’s life at risk, what if they find her?” I pulled at the loose string on my sleeve as I went through every possibility in my mind, “What if we don’t make it? They could take her from us.”

Hunter’s fingers grazed across my hand, lacing his pinky with mine, “Nothing will happen to us, I promise.”

A heavy weight left my chest as I let out the breath I was holding.

Did no one else see what he was seeing? Were they being oblivious to their feelings? Echo thought, but chose not to confront his thoughts to them at the moment. It wasn’t a good time and he had a mission at hand after all.

“You and I have both served with him, General. You know we can’t just sit by on this. He is our brother.” Echo pressed, his hands gripping the table, “If there is any chance that we can help in rescuing him, we should try. Rex taught me that.”

“I know Echo… I understand and respect your reasons as to why.” I sighed, “I just don’t know what I’d do if anything happens to her...”

I felt the warmth of Hunter’s hand move from mine to settle on my shoulder and I looked up towards him.

He had a calm look on his face as he assured me, “She will be okay.”

“Okay, I will agree to this,” I relented, “but only if she stays here with Sid. At least that would give her a running chance if they follow or capture us.”

“But I want to go too!” Omega opened the curtain to her room, signaling to us that she had indeed been awake the whole time.

I shook my head as I stepped towards her form as she quickly scrambled down the ladder.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but you can’t.” I said as gently as I could, “Not this time. It would be too dangerous.”

“But I can help! I can fight!” She urged.

I knelt down and wrapped her in a warm hug, “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’d rather you be here bored and safe then possibly kidnapped by the empire.”

Her shoulders slumped in defeat, but she understood the stakes we would be taking with this mission and so she agreed, albeit upset she said, “I understand.”

“Go get your things and I’ll take you to Sid.” I said as I rubbed her arms and turned her around.

“I’ll go with you.” Hunter immediately spoke up, not wanting to miss a chance in Ming sure Omega got where she needed to go safely.

I shook my head, “No, you need to go over this plan with the boys. Your input on this mission is very important.”

“Al… Alright.” He agreed hesitantly, “But I’ll walk you both to the ramp.”

“Actually.” Tech butted in as he looked up from the blue prints, “Phee offered to watch over her while we are on this mission.”

“You already talked to Phee about this?” My brows furrowed, “When did you have to do that? And why ask her to look after Omega?”

“After I learned this news from Echo. I sent her a message.” Tech stated, “She’s my girlfriend, of course I would tell her…”

One look from Hunter and Tech’s tone became more gentle, “But that is besides the point. She has a place that would keep Omega off of the Empire’s radar if things were to go wrong. Which I highly doubt will.”

I was too tired and done with an emotion for Tech to even feel a sense of discomfort from him talking about his girlfriend. The only thing on my mind was what would be the safest possible action for Omega and in Tech’s words he was right.

“This place… It’s completely hidden?” I asked and it was in that moment another pair of footsteps entered the room.

“I swear it is and I promise the force that nothing will happen to her under my care.” Phee stated, “Sorry to barge in, but I was told you needed to go as soon as possible.”

I stared at her for a moment before giving her a small nod, “Alright.”

I smiled before slipping on my shoes and a light jacket. Omega was quick to slip her hand in mine the moment she returned.

“Be safe!” She called out to her brothers who waved her goodbye.

Except for Wrecker who scooped her up into a big hug, “You’re not getting rid of us just yet. We’re walking you outside.”

“Let me see.” I said as I took her backpack, as expected it was light with only Tooka and her sunglasses in it.

She gave me a sheepish grin and a shrug.

“You all head outside, I’ll be just a moment.” I chuckled while I began to pack the small necessities she would need.

“I’ll stay with her, you guys go.” Hunter murmured as he nodded his head towards the ships exit.

“Do you think it’s cold where they are heading? I should pack a sweater for her.” I confirmed as I grabbed the warmest one she owned.

I felt Hunter’s presence close behind me as I continued on my rant, “I should pack some of these snacks incase she gets hungry. Oh and socks so her feet stay warm. Do you think she’ll need-”

His hand splayed gently across my back in his attempt to ease the racing thoughts in my mind.

“I’ve never been apart from her since she first came to us on Kamino.” I whispered quietly.

“I know.” Hunter spoke as he turned me around to face him.

I leaned back against the table with a pout across my face.

“What if she doesn’t miss me?” I knew the question was stupid, but I couldn’t help the nagging thought in my head, “What if she likes Phee better than me?”

Hunter’s amused smile only confirmed it, “Darling I don’t think she’ll ever love anyone more than you.”

I scoffed, “Is that the truth or are you just saying that as my best friend?”

“Both I suppose, but nevertheless it is the truth.” He said.

“I believe you.” I smiled softly as I turned to grab the back pack, “We should go, they’re waiting.”

Hunter nodded and we made our way outside to the others.

The night sky shined stars down upon us as everyone took turns to say a goodbye to Omega until all that was left was Hunter and I.

“I’ll see you soon kid.” Hunter patted Omega on the head, “Stay out of trouble.”

“See you soon!” Omega dived into her brothers arms with a tight hug, “You stay out of trouble to and make sure to keep our general safe.”

“Without a doubt.” Hunter promised wholeheartedly.

I knelt down in front of Omega, the worry evident on my face.

“Now you have all of our comm links so if you are in any trouble we’ll come back immediately. I have some credits here just in case,” I unzipped her bag and placed a few inside, “But I’m sure Phee will have everything you need so don’t worry about it okay? And you know where the bacta spray and bandages are on Phee’s ship right?”

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be fine.” She waved me off with a humorous tone to her voice.

The word, though short and small held so much meaning to me as tears sprung to my eyes. I pulled her into a quick hug.

“I know you will be, you are a smart and brave girl.” I chuckled, “We’ll be back before you know it.” I booped her nose.

“Promise?” She stuck out her pinky.

I wrapped my pinkie around hers, “I promise sweetie.”

I wrapped her in one more hug before pulling away, “You have your sunglasses right?” I asked already knowing the answer as I placed put mine on despite the night surrounding us.

She quickly took hers out of her backpack and did the same as I stood up.

“Stay cool.” I saluted her.

“Stay cool.” She mimicked, the two of us giggling as she walked onto Phee’s ship.

Phee took a quick moment to give Tech a small kiss as they whispered their goodbyes.

In some odd way it didn’t hurt as much. Maybe that epiphany at the pond earlier really did help?

A tight feeling filled my chest once Phee and Omega took off into the night sky. The thought of not seeing Omega for a while hurt and I prayed to the force that this mission will go by fast.

“Are you ready?” Hunter asked beside me.

“No.” I answered solemnly as I turned to make my way back to the ship.

“We’ll come back to her soon.” Hunter patted me on the shoulder gently.

I nodded, not saying anything more as I walked to my designated seat. Hunter sat across from me with Wrecker on my left.

“Let’s get going.” Echo said as he and Tech doing a final check before launching us into hyperspace.

“So the only objective to our mission is retrieving Wolffe’s intel yes?” I asked as soon as we were free to walk around the ship.

“That’s what Rex had said.” Echo handed me his holo pad, more details of the mission present.

I scrolled through the holopad, my nose scrunching at all the security we will have to get by.

“This doesn’t look like a simple mission Echo. What exactly are we getting ourselves into?” I wondered.

“We will have to rely heavily on stealth to get through this which means Wrecker will be staying back to guard the ship.” Echo explained.

“Ahh come on! I’m not that loud!” Wrecker yelled.

The only thing we could do was raise an eyebrow at his obvios display of loudness.

“Alright. Point taken.” He huffed our as he crossed his arms.

“As I was saying.” Echo continued, “Hunter and I will be scouting the middle floors here while you and Tech will scout the top floors for the data log.”

I nodded as I zoomed into the two shipping docks, that would be our only entrance and exit.

“It seems simple when you put it that way.” I said suspiciously.

“This plan has an 57% chance of working. 67% if Wrecker stays behind. A bit higher than average.” Tech stated plainly.

A few days in hyperspace passed before we reached our destination.

Tech pressed a few buttons on the ship as he spoke, “Everyone get ready, we’re about to jump out of hyperspace.”

I quickly took a seat and the others smart enough to do the same right before the ship fell out of hyperspace.

“Should be fun.” I muttered as Tech navigated us to a hidden alcove.

…

“Scratch that. Less than fun.” I muttered as I stared up at the 50 story high building made of concrete and steel.

“Just like old times.” Echo mused next to me.

“I don’t know about you, but my master Secura rarely had me doing this.” I huffed as I sent out a grappling hook, allowing it to secure itself as high as it could before I began my climb.

“Lucky you then. General Skywalker always had us doing something crazy.” Echo chuckled.

“Oh I’m sure.” I agreed with a laugh.

The descent took time, but the retractable grappling hook helped in pulling us along. The afternoon sun made its was into the evening by the time we reached the top floors without any security breaches.

“This is where we part ways. Stay alert General.” Hunter’s voice sounded through my ear peace.

“Roger Roger. I’ll see you in a minute Domů.” I replied, a teasing tone could be heard even over the transmitter.

I could help, but smile when I heard his chuckle over the comms before he checked out.

“It’s this way.” Tech said quietly and started our trek left.

It seemed as though each turn there was a pair of storm troopers at the end of the hall, walking by without notice.

The first floor we landed in seemed to be of no luck. It was when we traveled up to the top floor of the building that we were able to start getting somewhere.

“Did you find where the signal is coming from?” I whispered to Tech as I check in another storage room.

“I’m getting a strong single from this direction.” He pointed ahead of us, “The surveillance room is that way.”

“Sounds good.” I whispered as I heard footsteps heading straight towards us from the hall to our right.

I quickly tugged Tech behind a wall as he was too distracted by his data pad. I placed a finger over my lips, signaling for him to be quiet as I peered around the corner and watched as the storm troopers walk by.

“That was close.” I sighed in relief, “Come on.” I motioned for him to follow and started in the direction he had pointed to earlier.

“General...” I heard Tech’s voice call out, but I was already opening the door.

I was met by two guards and used the force to quickly put them asleep.

“Why looks like the empire sleeps on the job.” I chuckled as I reached up to my ear piece, “Hunter, we found a surveillance room. Checking to see if Wolffe’s coordinates are here.”

“Echo’s currently going through the data base on our floor. I’ll keep you updated.” Hunter answered in a hushed tone, “We have too many storm troopers around us. I don’t know how much longer it will be before our cover is blown. You need to be quick.”

“Do you need help?” I asked, my words laced in a small panic, “We can head over there now and help-”

“No.” Was his response, “We will be okay, focus on your directive.”

“Promise?” I asked him this even if I knew he couldn’t answer it honestly.

And yet he said what I most needed to hear right now, “Promise.”

I heard him quickly turn the comms off and focused my attention back on Tech.

“They’ll be alright.” Tech confirmed.

I nodded, “The next part of this operation calls for your expertise, I’ll keep watch.” I stated.

I took cover behind a panel with my lightsaber in hand raised as I kept my eyes trained on the only entrance to this room filled with blinking lights.

“This will only take a moment.” He replied, whatever he wanted to say before, now put aside for the mission at hand.

It was minutes before I heard Tech’s voice again, his attention focused on finding the coordinates we needed. My nervousness seemed to grow stronger knowing Hunter and Echo weren’t in the safest position and with each storm troopers presence I had felt walking by our door.

“We found nothing.” Hunter commed, “Heading back to the ship.”

“We’re almost done here.” I replied.

“Be careful.” He said and a warm feeling filled my chest.

“I found Commander Wolffe and it seems that I have found someone else too.” Tech stated.

My ears perked up in interest, “Really? Who?”

Could it be another Jedi? Ahsoka? Rex told us she was alive somewhere and what about Obi wan? Or Anakin? A youngling perhaps? Could it be another trooper? I wondered as I waited for Tech’s answer.

“It seems Wolffe isn’t the only one the empire is keeping an eye on. They have Cody’s whereabouts too.” Tech muttered and my ears perked up at the name.

“Commander Cody?” I felt a weight off my chest to know that Commander Cody survived.

I remember him to be a great soldier and calm friend when my master and I served with him and Master Kenobi.

“That is good news and I am sure Rex will be happy to here about this too.” I glanced over at Tech, seeing Cody’s picture on the holopad.

“Yes. Seems he is alive and locked away somewhere.” Tech murmured, “I’d have to dig further to decrypt that information, but I’m afraid we don’t have that time.”

“I agree. I suggest grabbing both and let’s get out of here. We can decrypt the coordinates back on the ship.” I looked back to the door, a nervous feeling suddenly settling in my chest, “I have this troubling feeling that I can’t quite place.”

“Hunter, Echo, we found the info we needed. Rendezvous back at the ship.” Tech stated over comms.

“Copy.” Echo spoke, blaster fire surrounding them in the background, “Seems like we made some new friends. Stole a fighter and taking most of the fight away from the two of you. Get out of there. Now.”

“Hunter?” I asked, my heart racing.

“He’s okay.” Echo stated just before their comms went dark.

I felt through the force to see if there was anyone near by and when I knew that it was clear, I opened the door.

“We need to go.” I stated as I began a rushed pace to the place we came in from.

“Look General, I want to talk to you about something.” Tech spoke behind me.

Peering into the hanger, most of the storm troopers were on the other side, preparing to leave in their tie fighters.

I looked back at him suspiciously, “About what exactly?” I whispered as I crept along the far wall to the open docking bay.

I knelt down to attach my grappling hook to the side of the wall and floor. I was thankful of the loud noises surrounding us in hiding the surprised noise that came out of my mouth at his next words.

“You like me. Or at least did like me.” Tech didn’t even try to beat around the bush, as always he was straight to the point.

I turned to him flustered, “Tech, is this really a conversation we need to be having right now?”

“Yes.” He nodded, “I can never get you alone to talk anymore and I wish to apologize for my behavior. I didn’t…”

“Tech it’s done and over with, let’s just move on.” I tried to turn around to begin my descent, but he grabbed my wrist gently.

“I didn’t think you liked me romantically.” He pressed on, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. I’m sorry for behaving the way I did. I’m sorry for being a terrible friend.”

“It’s…” I began, but a glance over his right shoulder had me freezing as a group of storm troopers clocked our position.

One of them already had their blaster raised at Techs back and I did the only thing I could do… I shoved him out of the way. The blaster secured a hole through my abdomen before I could use the force. With my footing now gone I was falling off of the side of the deck.

I felt the wind beneath me and I closed my eyes, ready for the long descent to the ground.

“General!” Tech yelled as he quickly grabbed onto my hand.

I felt the pain and relief shoot through my body as he pulled me back up over the ledge. But my relief was short lived as I felt the heat of the blaster fire shooting all around us.

“Stay close!” I yelled to him over the thrum of ship engines as they began to take flight, most likely after Hunter and Echo.

I was only able to use the force to push back the group of storm troopers that were closest to us. I didn’t understand how they kept multiplying as I used the force to create a shield around us.

Tech had his own blaster in hand as he took out of few troopers, a concentrated look on his face that fell when he glanced over towards my wound.

I looked down at it myself, any hope I had of making it through this mission was short lived. The wound was too deep, I was loosing a lot of blood and my hands began to shake from the weakening of the force. I knew I wasn’t going to make it and Tech knew that too and yet he did what he has always done. He tried to save everyone.

He was quick in retrieving the bacta patch from his pack, reaching over to cover my wound with it as best as he could even if we both knew it was futile.

“Don’t.” I stoped him from bandage my side with a grunt, “It isn’t going to help. You and I both know that I won’t be able to make the descent Tech.” I told him, my breathing getting heavier the longer I kept the shield up.

Tech immediately grabbed his blaster, aiming and firing at the troopers that were getting closer. I watched him and with every trooper he shot down, two more filled their spot.

This place really does have high security.

I could already feel myself slipping out of consciousness as I watched him shake his head no, cursing at the lack of progress he was making. In another light, this reminds me of the times we would work together and it brought a sense of comfort to my soul.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep using the force like this… I thought as I glanced at the hook that was still secured to the wall.

Tech can make it… If not me then at least let him live. Please, I am begging you force, let him live.

“You need to go.” I muttered to him.

Tech shot me a glare as he stated sternly, “I’m not leaving you.” He said as he helped me stand up.

“I’m not asking you to do this soldier.” I carefully clipped my grappling hook to his belt without his knowledge, “I’m ordering you to live.”

I watched as his bottom lip trembled like a child who was about to lose his best friend and in this moment… He was and he knew that too.

“I’m sorry… For all of it.” His words were as gently as the open breeze.

“I forgive you.” I nodded, a small smile forming onto my lips, “I’m sorry for being a bad friend too. I’m happy for you Tech, I truly am.”

“Then let’s find a way out of here.” He said as he looked around.

The ships were already gone and the doors were sealed off by troopers and yet he continued to look for any opening we could take to get to a different level.

He looked back at me worriedly, “If you keep the shield up long enough, I’m sure Hunter and Echo can…”

“Tell everyone I love them and to forgive me.” I spoke quickly.

“What?” He asked and before he could get another word in, I placed my lightsaber in his hand, ignoring the pain I felt before shoving him off the building.

“General!” He screamed as he watched another blaster shoot through my chest.

The world seemed to spin as I landed on the cold ground, storm troopers surrounding me as they looked over the edge where Tech had already disappeared underneath the clouds.

Please don’t hate me for what I did. His face flashed across my eyes, red bandana securely wrapped around his head.

The only thought I had left as I stared up at the sky was of Omega.

I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise sweetheart, but your brother is coming home.

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[sofoulandfairaday]

I actually do tend to put most of the Order we see in the photos around the same years, but my headcanon is that there were other older members but they all died by the time that photo was taken because they were trying to protect the younger kids. I like to imagine that Moody is the only surviving older Order member and he had to watch his peers die one by one and then had to watch as so many of those kids they died trying to protect were killed themselves

Soooo. I can see this working if well justified. There is a line that does justify it in canon, actually- "[...] look, I can’t promise no one’s going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we’re much better off than we were last time, you weren’t in the Order then, you don’t understand, last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one...”

Voldemort would most likely send his Death Eaters after the best and strongest Order members first, even though they were more likely to take down many of his followers- it's not like he didn't have the numbers. BUT I'm afraid it's a little unrealistic. The weakest fighters in a fight to the death are those who get killed first even with protection.

Just for funsies, though, I'll give you my personal headcanon of the Order members' rough ages. I'm usually flexible if they're changed by a couple of years, but the generations should be kept.

This is the list of confirmed Order of the Phoenix members in the First Wizarding War:

Albus Dumbledore

Aberforth Dumbledore

Alastor Moody

Arabella Figg

Dedalus Diggle

Elphias Doge

Emmeline Vance

Mundungus Fletcher

Rubeus Hagrid

Sturgis Podmore

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew (who turns spy for the Death Eaters in 1980)

All these people survive the war. Then we also have:

James Potter

Lily Evans Potter

Fabian Prewett

Gideon Prewett

Frank Longbottom

Alice Longbottom

Edgar Bones

Benji Fenwick

Caradoc Dearborn

Dorcas Meadowes

Marlene McKinnon

Now. The only girl confirmed to be one of Lily's classmates is Mary McDonald and she's not part of the Order (and I choose to believe that she wasn't; she sympathised, maybe, but I like the headcanon that she's so scarred by Mulciber and Avery's bullying - and that the event that Lily references to Severus is not the only time they use Dark Magic on her - that she wants nothing to do with the fight). I am maybe one of the two (2) people with a mild appreciation for BlackKinnon, and I don't mind Marlene as someone in the same age bracket as them (but I can also see her being older). She is murdered along her entire family, though, and it's unclear whether she was a mother, a sister, or a daughter. I will say that some of their Hogwarts years overlapped.

Dorcas I find way less likely. She was killed by Voldemort himself - the man wouldn't have bothered if she wasn't an Amelia Bones-level witch at least, which means she was mighty, which means she most likely wasn't twenty-one. I like to think that she was an Auror, or a Ministry high-ranking employee with sound principles that just would not bend to the infiltration of the DEs in the Ministry or to Barty Crouch Snr's ruthlessness.

Frank and Alice Longbottom are the same, to me. They're older than the Marauders, I would make them (just like Dorcas) around Bellatrix's age, maybe even older. That makes them around 30yrs old in 1981. Which means they would have had a full decade or more to become the most respected Aurors in the Wizarding World, so well known that what happened to them sparked major outrage, the kind that led to a manhunt for their torturers, and the sentencing of a pleading nineteen-year-old boy. (Of course, Barty jr was guilty, but they didn't know that, didn't know just how loyal to Voldemort he truly was. The Lestranges sentencing - an old wizarding family, a Lestrange had even been Minister for Magic - was clearly one sparked by public outrage. People were crying out for their blood.)

The Prewetts were Molly's older brothers, so they were way older than the Marauders. They were also killed by a group of Death Eaters led by Antonin Dolohov after what appears to have been a truly brutal fight, so nope. They weren't the Fred and George types of the Marauders Era (also. the Marauders were that!)

Edgar Bones had a wife and children and was considered to be one of the best of the era, so I doubt he was as young as the Fantastic Four. We really don't know enough about Caradoc Dearborn or Benji Fenwick to say, but I somehow doubt it.

Of those who survived.

We know that Albus, Aberforth, Moody, Elphias Doge, Mundungus, and Arabella Figg are all way older than the Marauders, and I've always pictured Dedalus Diggle as a middle aged man (but we only know he's tiny and excitable, so it could go either way). Sturgis Podmore's description fits someone that could have been in the Marauder's year or maybe slightly older, but still one of their peers.

So, really, the green-faced youths that fought with the Order were: the four Marauders, Lily, maybe Marlene and Emmeline Vance (who isn't even listed as fighting with them in the First War, only the second), and maybe Sturgis Podmore. On the side of the Death Eaters: Avery, Mulciber, Barty Crouch jr (who was two/three years younger than the Marauders!!!), Regulus Black and of course Severus Snape.

And, no. Evan Rosier's age is never disclosed, and since he brutally maims fucking Alastor Moody - possibly the greatest Auror ever - I'm inclined to believe that he was at least Bellatrix's age (so 8-9 years older than the Marauders). In my personal headcanon he's even a tad older - but no less cuntier for it. My boy serves as much cunt at 27 as he did at 17 (<3).

[danrifics]

i would like ur opinion: why do u think that even tho dan confirmed that they were together at least from 2009-2011, they still say that they were just besties during that time in videos since BIG? like what is the point? tbh i do think it is kind of funny but i wonder what other ppl think

okay look i get asked things like the a lot and often my response is who really cares cos like who really cares?????? so here my answer once and for all

they’re literally in love with each other that’s all that should matter i literally don’t want to think about it in anyway other than they are and always have been a couple and they have a connection and love that literally transcends the concept of a relationship

as dan described them in BIG which i think is enough of an answer for you “we’re real best friends, companions through life, like, actual soulmates”

note the real best friends part they literally refer to each other as besties in that time period cos they were and guess what they still are!!

now here’s the thing yes dan confirmed they’re a couple but as he said it’s still his private life and he doesn’t want the pressure of everyone knowing fr and i know phil feels the same. i see it as a need to know basis right so we all know what they are but they’re still keeping a small wall up not for us but for the more general audience, we know you know but not everyone else needs to know

[moody-alcoholic]

More Simon

I love writing Price and Ghost scenes.

If anyone knows any good Ghost x Price stuff especially if it's spicy let me know, asking for a friend...

Link to the fic HERE

MASTERLIST

Price sits down next to me handing me a glass of whisky.

“Good mission whisky or bad mission whisky?” I ask taking it from him.

“What do you think.” I bring the glass up smelling it. It smells like leather and cigars. I push the bottom of the mask up watching the lights flick on the laptop. I drink it, it tastes of burnt wood, with a hint of honey. It’s the good whisky.

“You and Laswell made up?” I say pulling the mask back down. The whisky was burning my throat, hitting me with a wave of relaxation. I let out a long breath letting myself enjoy the feeling for a few seconds.

“We’re probably going to Ibiza.” He said as a matter of fact as I put my glass down on the table.

“When?” I asked.

“As soon as this is done and we have confirmation.” Price said pouring more whisky in the glasses.

“Farah found him?” I ask. He nods picking up his glass and leaning back.

“He’s been in Spain this whole time.” He threw the drink back reaching into his pocket and passing me a cigarette. I shake my head. He shrugs putting it back. How does he always know when I need one.

“They could have sent anyone to get this intel, what’s going on?” I ask him bluntly.

“They’re trying to keep us away from them, the Americans don’t want them dead.” He sighed. I reached over for my glass. So the Americans do want him, I wonder who the general is behind this. Now I felt insulted, they send us on some easy intel collection when Noah and Makarov aren't even here.

“What’s the general going to think?” I say swilling the whisky in the glass.

“Laswell is going to cover for us, as far as the general is concerned we’ll be in Portugal or somewhere.” He says. I pull my mask up so I can drink again then put the glass on the table. Price puts the bottle there too. I hear him sigh, I’m enjoying the whisky warming my body the only thing that could make this better is being in the house in Scotland. I missed the house it was beautiful, it felt like home. I could see Johnny’s touches all over the place. I’m glad he gave it to her, she seems so at peace when she’s there. I shouldn’t be thinking about her. Work now, I’ll make time for her later. I was killing me though not being able to comfort her today. I wasn’t even listening to what Price was saying.

“Simon.” He said nudging me, I turned to look at him. “You haven’t been listening have you?” I shook my head.

“What do you think about chasing him?” Price asks, it takes me a second to remember who we were talking about.

“If we know where he is why not, the sooner we put a stop to him the better.” I reply. He nods.

“Might have to piss a few people off if we do this.” I chuckle.

“We do that anyway.” I hear him chuckle. There was a silence now like he wanted to ask something else.

“Have you checked on her?” I ask looking at him. He looks at me.

“Yeah I did she was sleeping.” He says. That makes me feel better at least she was getting some rest.

“She’s going to be fine.” I say but it’s more for myself then anything. I look over at Price pulling my mask back down, I want to hide from Price, right now I don’t know if my expression will betray me.

“I know.” Price says. I look over at him.

“Get some rest LT, don’t be up all night.” Price said as he got up heading back upstairs. I looked at the whisky bottle and poured another glass. I didn’t want it anymore though. I sat watching the computer flick through the only light in the room now. There was no way I could be able to sleep. All I could think about was Rosaly. I couldn't the image out my head of her on that table. It made me angry, my senses were dulled by the alcohol, I almost missed the sound of steps behind me. I looked round it was Rosaly, I instantly got up.

“Hey,” I said going over to her, her eyes were puffy and red, she looked exhausted. I wrap my arms around her I feel her relax as her arms wrap round my waist. I close my eyes breathing her in. I break away grabbing her wrists taking her to the sofa sitting her down. I go into the kitchen getting a glass of water and sit down handing it to her. I take my mask off, I want her to know it’s safe here. She coughs mid drink looking around.

“It’s okay,” I say squeezing her thigh. “Everyone is asleep.” I take the glass out her hand placing it on the table. She touches my cheek running her fingers down to my chin. She leans in and kisses me, I let her, I run my hands down her back as she moves closer to me. I feel her tears hit my cheeks and I pull back wiping them with my thumb.

“Are you okay?” I ask as she leans into my arms.

“I’m okay.” She replies after a few seconds.

“Did you find anything else?” She asks.

“Some things, we just need to wait for them to be translated.” I rub her shoulder feeling her sigh and relax into me.

“Did Price and Kate make up?” She says, I hear a chuckle.

“They both have the same goals they just don’t always agree on how to get there.” It was true but there was definitely more tension then usual.

"From Price?” She asked pointing at the bottle of whisky. I nodded she reached over and picked up the glass up finishing it. She coughs squeezing her eyes closed.

“I don’t understand how you can drink that.” She says. I smile, she looks so cute I reach down and kiss her, her lips taste like honey. She pulls way looking in my eyes, she looks worried, I think she’s going to cry again so I change the subject.

“Price knows about us.” He says, a cheeky smile plays on her lips.

“I mean he did show up to my house unannounced.” She chuckles. “Did he talk to you about it?”

“Yeah, he told me not to fuck it up.” I smile, she kisses me again. She leans back into me with her body curled up in my shoulder. I kiss her head stroking her hair, it doesn't take her long before I feel her relax, her breathing slowing. I watch the computer flick through everything. I hope we can find what we’re looking for.

[wito-chan-bla-bla]

Catoru

You love animals, cats are no exception. When you manage to persuade Satoru to show his cat, you end up watching not a cute furry animal, but something completely naked... not that it's more frustrating than not having a cat in your arms.

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I do not know why and why I wrote this

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 –Does Gojo-san have a cat?

 Shoko stopped eating her dinner and looked up at you. She blinked a couple of times, then stared thoughtfully at the ceiling and shrugged, but nodded in confirmation.

 –I heard that the Gojo clan has a cat that 'symbolizes their heir'. I don't know what that means, but it's none of my business.

 And she continued to eat her food as if nothing had happened. You continued to stare at her in response, forcing her to place her chopsticks on the edge of her plate and raise an eyebrow questioningly, looking back at you with a thoughtful expression on face.

 –I heard from Geto-san that a huge white male cat sometimes walks on the territory of the Gojo clan. It is very fluffy and cute, but usually hisses and bites if they try to stroke or lift it. I wonder... if I can pet it?

 Shoko watched as something devilish appeared in your eyes. You've petted all the animals on and off the school grounds, fed all the squirrels in the nearby park, and dragged a few injured birds so Ieiri can heal them. They say that of all the students and even sorcerers in general, you have the most normal mind, despite the fact that you perform the same missions as most. Perhaps it's because you touch cats in any strange situation, listening to their charming meow and looking into those deep eyes of a dangerous predator.

 There was a sigh, and you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the girl, who just shook her head.

 –You want to pet it now, don't you?

  –Yes! – you almost jumped in your chair. – I've tamed a lot of finicky cats. If the Gojo clan cat lets me pet it, then I can safely die!

 –Hey, hey, I just recently healed that wound on your side. Don't waste my damned energy!

 You nodded and giggled, starting to stare at the ceiling and dream of touching the big cat's silky fur.

 Only once did Suguru mention that the Gojo clan has a cat, when you showed him another of your "finds", meowing non-stop, and since then his words have not left your head. If this life was a game, your life goal would be to tame all the animals of Japan.

 Shoko had almost finished her dinner when the door opened abruptly, revealing two heads, one light and one dark. You gave a startled start and moved away, trying to escape the cry of "WE'RE HOME!". The girl across from you just sighed and started picking up the dirty plates.

 –And here are my favorite girls! – Satoru slid across the floor toward you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pinning you to the chair... and to himself. – How is my favorite weak sorcerer?

 You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the familiar "nickname".

 When you first saw Gojo in your first year, he pointed at you without even greeting you and said that you were weak. Then you just sighed, muttered that you would have to work with idiots, and went to say hello to the cute girl standing behind the tall sorcerer.

 For months Satoru has been jumping around trying to make you lose your temper, but it hasn't worked out. One day, he came running straight to your park, scaring away all the cats that you lured with cat food, and you, then squatting, hit him on the knees with all your strength. Sure enough, the sorcerer fell. You stood up and, brushing off your hands, said, pointing at him: "In order for your words to somehow affect me, first earn at least my sympathy, I don't say anything about respect. You can be strong from birth, but that doesn't make you a 'good person', much less someone I'll listen to."

 After that, Gojo "took offense at you" for a while, but then his behavior gradually became more or less tolerant. He may have annoyed you, but he was a great place for birds to land and squirrel-type rodents to jump on, so you ended up putting up with his company and annoying nature.

 After at least a year of training, he began to affectionately call you "weak", and you still did not attach importance to this as before, but for some reason you felt that the sorcerer was trying to be closer to you... to distract you from your work or hobby once again.

 –I thought your favorite 'weak' sorcerer was Utahime-san... – you muttered, looking at the white hair and wondering if the cat's fur looked like this.

 –I lied to her so I wouldn't upset her, – he said, clutching his heart and sobbing theatrically. – She may continue to think she's my 'favorite weak sorcerer', but we both know who always comes first.

 He leaned over and gave you a wink, which made you notice that his cheeks were a little pink and his breathing was a bit labored. It looks like he ran here as fast as he could as soon as he reported on the mission.

 –Gojo-san, Gojo-san, – you tugged at his clothes like a child in a store trying to attract the attention of a parent, – is it true that you have a big cat on your estate?

 Satoru smiled at you, but not for long. He gestured for you to wait, and then turned a furious glare on his mission companion. Suguru instantly whistled to the side, pretending that he had never seen such beautiful walls, then snatched the dirty dishes from Shoko, who did not want to look at it all, and ran towards the kitchen, saying that he would help his "dear, beloved, beautiful friend".

 As soon as Satoru lost the opportunity to stare at someone, he turned back to you. He coughed awkwardly and straightened up, taking his hands away from you, which was very rare.

 –Well... we do have a cat like that. He rarely appears in public, and sometimes even I have a hard time finding and catching him… Why are you... interested in this?

 He kept his eyes on you, looking straight into your soul, but you boldly returned his gaze with your own, this time a puppy's. Gojo's whole body twitched almost imperceptibly and he looked in the other direction for a second, gathering his thoughts. The sorcerer held up his hands as if in defense or even surrender, and shook his head.

 –You... you don't want to, – he swallowed, –  pet it, do you?

 You jumped up from your chair and were with him as quickly as if you had learned to move in space yourself. The teenager leaned back a little, as if trying to move away from you, while keeping his feet in place. You started jumping up and down at the thought of burying your hands and face in the big cat's well-groomed fur, and you prayed with your palms together.

  –Please, Gojo-san! I love animals so much! – you jumped away from him when you realized you were getting too close. Satoru exhaled almost imperceptibly. – Especially big and fluffy ones. If it were possible to have bears as pets, I would do it!

 Gojo stared at you, as if to remind you that during one of the training sessions in the forest, you met a bear and... let's just say that the animal will never forget how it was first knocked out with one blow, then treated with a reverse cursed technique, and then hugged as if it were some kind of soft toy.

 You rolled your eyes and continued bouncing on the spot, unable to vent your energy any other way.

 –So what? There's no reason why I shouldn't go and look at the cat, Gojo-san!

 –You know... he really doesn't like people very much. And you'll end up with a lot of cuts on your hands. And it's shedding so much, br-r. I've spent more money on clothes cleaners than you can imagine.

 –As cat lovers say, 'cuts are a reward for touching God in cat form'. And I still wash and clean my clothes all the time after training or missions, so no problem! And even if there are problems... it doesn't matter! If a person is soiled in cat hair, then cats trust him, so this is a good person! And I want to be a good person.

 Satoru almost fell on the spot from your begging eyes. He coughed into his fist and shook his head.

 –It's actually a sacred cat, (Y/N)... according to tradition, it can't be touched by just anyone.

 –Since when are traditions important to you, Gojo-san? – you folded your arms and rolled your eyes. – You ran away from your clan's ceremony last year to come play cards with us and watch a movie.

 –You don't understand, this is different! And anyway... don't you have enough cats?

  –Yes! – you grabbed his clothes and held him close, bending him down so that he could look you in the eyes. – Each small and large cat is unique, it is a great blend of softness, elegance and charm! I just have to at least look at it! I will do my best to add another photo of an animal, especially a cat, to my gallery!

  –Everything, you say?

  –Within reason, – you said immediately, noticing the glint in the sorcerer's eyes.

 You let go of him and took a step on the spot, continuing to vibrate with the desire to pet the cat, but more cautiously. What if he doesn't let you? If you are caught and permanently deprived of the opportunity to look at the cat? How then can you live with the knowledge that you will never again be able to touch a fluffy ball of joy and arrogance?!

  –Okay, I'll get you a cat...

  –Really? Right here?!

 Satoru smiled at you and suddenly put a strong hand on your shoulder. 

 –But in return, I want... you to call me by my first name! No, you'd better call me with "Satoru-chan"!

 –Why is that, Gojo-san?

  –Because it's not fair! I just call you "(Y/N)", why do I have to be "Gojo-san"?!

 –You finally got my respect, and now you're giving it up so easily...

  –Anyway! I'll bring you a cat if we call each other with "-chan"!

 You stared for a few seconds at a man with slightly pink cheeks and a face that looked like he was a general delivering a motivational speech to ministers, and then you said:

  –Isn't that what lovers call each other?

 Something came out of Gojo. Maybe it was his spirit. The sorcerer first sneezed, then coughed, turning away from you and hitting his chest. The lack of oxygen made him blush even more.

 –I mean... – you continued, watching the strange behavior of the already strange teenager, – as young lovers often do when they think of a relationship, rose-colored glasses appear in front of their eyes. People may misunderstand us.

 –W-when did you ever care about people, m, (Y/N)?

 You nodded obediently and clapped your hands with a soft smile on your face. 

 –I don't know what you're going to do with the name 'Satoru-chan', – another cough, – but for the sake of the cat, I'm willing to put up with whatever you're up to.

 Gojo nodded, smiling contentedly, as if he'd won the lottery. He opened his mouth to draw out the first syllable of your name, but you pressed your index finger to his lips and shook your head.

 –First the cat, then new names. I. Want. My. Cat.

 The sorcerer rolled his eyes, but nodded, winking at you.

 –I'll try to bring the cat, but I'm unlikely to be present when you 'introduce' him, because I'll be distracting the elders. So if he scratches you or does something weird, it's not my problem!

 –No problem. I would let a cat do anything to me myself!

 Another cough. This is starting to annoy you.

 –Then I'll ask Suguru to bring it to you. I'll say a day! Now... what have you prepared for your heroes who have returned from the mission? I saw Shoko eating something, you can't tell me that she made this food and even more so for one person!

 –We've made you dinner, our heroes. Come on, Gojo-san, I'll show you what you can eat in the kitchen.

 And Satoru, jumping around with a happy and overly satisfied face, went after you, chatting about how Geto had forbidden him to buy sweets until the mission was over, and in the end, Gojo got so caught up in the fight that he completely forgot about his snacks.

*+*

 It is said that once the first "chosen of the Gojo clan" was in danger. He could have died, leaving the clan without his great power, and then a friendly and very clever cat-like curse appeared. It helped the chosen one escape from an ambush in which he was caught by enemies, win a crushing victory and establish a clan whose strength is still considered today.

 Few people know that the curse actually ... didn't quite voluntarily help. That person absorbed it, taking the form of a cat, which helped him slip between the enemies and escape. The curse tried to resist, which sometimes turned the sorcerer into a cat. However, generations followed each other, and as a result, those born in the main branch of the Gojo clan received the ability to become cats that symbolize the well-being and greatness of the family. After all, if the sorcerer was able to take the form of a cat, then they are strong enough to be the heir and will definitely lead the clan to a great future.

 Satoru could also transform into a cat. He started doing this quite early, at the age of two. How much did his mother raise a cry when she found a kitten instead of a child? Fortunately, she quickly realized that it was her son, because those insolent eyes were unmistakable.

 So it wasn't too hard for Satoru to transform into a cat and enjoy the expert hands stroking his ear and massaging his belly. However...

 "Remember, Satoru, never show your cat form to anyone."

 "Why else, Dad? Some stupid tradition again?"

 "Actually, yes, but there's something else. When you become a cat, you lose your clothes. When you become a normal person, you are completely naked. To keep the shape of a cat for a long time, serious concentration is required, the slightest mistake can lead to the fact that people around you will turn gray from shock and surprise. Let's not increase the number of competitors for our clan's hair color."

 So yes... Gojo might get a headbutt from his teacher if he enjoys the head-patting too much, because no one (not even Geto, who has seen a lot of things in the room next to Satoru's) wants to suddenly see the heir of a great clan completely naked, with his legs spread out to the side, and the most contented face.

 So why is Satoru going to take such a risk and bring a "cat" to school? Well...

 Why is flirting with women so difficult?!

 Gojo had been wondering this question from the moment he was knocked to the ground by a powerful kick to his legs.

 People either idolized him or hated him. No one was indifferent to it, but (Y/N) did. She didn't care that he was rich, handsome, or strong. She didn't care that he was annoying, infuriating, and infuriating. She preferred to pet the dogs that were being walked by random passersby, rather than look at the heir of the Gojo Clan.

 And it was infuriating!

 At first it was just infuriating, then it started to get annoying, and then it turned into the fact that Satoru wanted to see at least some reaction on her usually calm face. But it seems that the girl smiled from ear to ear only when another dog ran up to her to sniff and say “hello"!

 (Sometimes Gojo got so desperate that he thought about putting on ears and buying a tail somewhere, but quickly changed his mind.)

 Gradually, Satoru, whose words and actions were ignored, began to see in the "weak sorcerer" something more than just a weak user of cursed energy. (Y/N) wasn't such a boring and "bad" person that he didn't want to be her friend. (Y/N) was something more than he could think of without wanting to fall in love with her.

 And Gojo fell in love. He fell in love for a long time, usually on dark evenings, when people fell asleep on it while watching another program about wild animals. He fell in love when, along with a dinner prepared for everyone, he was specifically cooked or just bought sweets. He fell in love when he saw the expression of true happiness, when a cat, which had refused to approach for a long time, finally moved towards her and sniffed her hand.

 Satoru could hold (Y/N) as much as he wanted in a joking manner, poke her in the cheeks or sides as much as he wanted, buy her gifts and souvenirs as much as he wanted, but he never got the same reaction in response as she causes him.

 "What are you doing?"

 "Leave me alone, Suguru, I'm depressed."

 "But this is not a reason to sit under the jet in clothes and occupy the shower stall with your body. Either you move, or we wash together. And I don't want to upset you, but I fell into a mountain of corpses on a mission."

 "I'd like to wash up with (Y/N)..."

 "Don't tell me you're going to sing about..."

 "Oh, my (Y/N)... why are you being so cruel to me?!."

 "I'm going to clean up in the girls' dorm… I just have long hair, maybe they'll take me for one of their own..."

 And now Gojo has the opportunity to get a little affection from professional and gentle hands. Satoru has always envied the animals (Y/N) strokes.. Even from their faces, it was obvious how pleasant and good it was. And this was confirmed once by Shoko, who dozed off on her lap, lulled by a head massage.

  –So, are you ready?

  –Yes, but... wouldn't it be easier to tell her that you are... a cat? I don't think she'll be happy if you suddenly appear naked in front of her.

  –Yes, because she'll be so much happier than words can describe! I will conquer her with my beautiful body!

  –She's more likely to be, ahem, upset.

  –Hey, what do you mean?! – Satoru flew up to Suguru and started poking him in the ribs.

 –I ... mean ... that she's lost her... ca-at!

 When Geto was finally left to laugh off the painful tickle on the floor, Gojo stepped away from his friend and collected his thoughts. A second later, a cloud of smoke, and there on the floor, in a pile of clothes, is a big white cat with beautiful blue eyes. He meows loudly and seems to squint at Suguru.

 –You're so, uh, fat, – the teenager lifting the animal muttered, which got him a paw on the cheek. In response to the piercing gaze, Satoru began to play with his black bangs as if it was all meant to be.

 You sat and patiently waited for the cat to appear. Shoko was lying on the couch opposite yours, looking through a magazine, and you moved the furniture a few inches under you, unable to sit still.

 But then the door opened, revealing Geto, and you jumped up abruptly at first, and then slowly sank down in shock.

–Meet ... phew, the Gojo Clan cat!

 Suguru walked over to the sofa and gently lowered the animal that had accidentally hit him with its hind leg. You flopped back down and held out your hand, waiting with a sinking heart and bated breath for the cat to smell you. But instead, he sat up, lifted one paw, and placed it on your palm, making you almost scream at the feel of the soft pads of his paws.

 –He... he put me on the same level as him! – you bowed your head, bumping your forehead against the sofa. – This cat has decided that I am worthy to be near his royal person!

  –Um, (Y/N), are you sure you're okay...?

  –Y-yes... yes, it's fine, Shoko. It's just... I was never recognized by the cat in the first seconds of meeting!

 –I don't think you've recovered from the time you hit your head.

 –What's the cat's name, Geto-san? – you raised your shining eyes to the sorcerer, slowly dragging the animal with your hands to place it on your lap.

  –Uh ... there's an ancient name, I don't remember. Ask Satoru when he gets back.

 You nodded and turned your full attention to the cat which is – holy food! – lay on your back, showing you his stomach, hugged paws to him and meowed, almost making you pass out from loving this ball of fur.

 You carefully placed one hand on the belly, the other placed on the head of the carefully watching pet. His eyes were humanly beautiful and intelligent, his muzzle directly said that this is a scoundrel and a scoundrel. He strongly resembled one of your close acquaintances, but this is not surprising if he lives in the territory of the Gojo clan.

 The big cat, which occupied more than one section of the sofa, was so fluffy that you wanted to hide your face in him and use him as a pillow. White dense wool, soft, pleasant to the touch, filled all your legs, because of which you stopped seeing your pants. If the cat was sprawled out on the floor, you could count him for a very fluffy carpet.

 You began to knead the animal's belly as if it were dough, running your fingers through the fur on top of his head. Gradually, you went further and further, with butterflies in your stomach, feeling the pleasantly enveloping hairs around your fingers. The cat was constantly meowing, a little loud, sharp and just a little unpleasant, causing your heart to have problems with work, because it wanted to stop, then start beating in a frenzied rhythm.

 For some reason, Geto ran away when you started scratching behind the cat's big ears. Shoko lay in front of you for a while longer, but in the end couldn't stand your enthusiastic mumbles and cat's cuddles. You are left alone in a small living room, continuing to give your love to this large clot of the sweetest cream.

 But sooner or later, even you run out of energy. You ended up sitting and looking at the ceiling. Your hands continued to stroke the seemingly dozing animal, which sniffed softly and occasionally made random noises.

 At some point, the cat opened his eyes, and you grabbed him under his front paws, pulling it up so that he looked into your eyes. The cat stomped paws on your thighs, but eventually came to terms with the situation and froze more or less in one place. He wagged his tail and gave a questioning meow, and you suddenly pressed him to your face, for which you received a small paw on the face.

  –Who's cute moti, m? – you nuzzled his wet nose with your own and rubbed against it with a happy smile. – Gojo-san is lucky to have a bubuska like you.

 You were hit again, a little harder this time, and you sighed, nodding weakly and lowering the cat down a little.

  –Yes, yes, I know, the contract and all. But I really don't understand why he wants me to call him "Satoru-chan".

 You shrugged and held the pet in your grip, pulling him back to you. You craned your neck and kissed him on the forehead, muttering meaningless and weird compliments.

  –I think you're tired, aren't you? – you looked into the cat's eyes and giggled. – I should probably find Geto-san to give you to him. But before that...

 Unexpectedly, you leaned forward again, but this time to leave a small kiss somewhere between the "upper lip" and the nose. The cat's whiskers twitched, he began to twitch all over, meowed loudly, and then you coughed because of an incomprehensible smoke or something else that filled the room in a second and disappeared in the same amount.

 When you could see again, in front of you (practically on your lap) sat... naked Satoru Gojo.

 The warlock jerked back in an instant, falling on the coffee table and dropping it. You sat there with a face of complete incomprehension while the teenager, red as an overripe tomato, tried to get up. He was muttering something about being "impossible to look away from, r-right?" while trying to cover himself somehow.

 As a result, you took off your jacket and threw it in the place that was worth covering up. Standing over the actively sweating sorcerer, who was trying to blend in with the remnants of the table and floor, you crossed your arms and sighed, shaking your head.

 –Where am I supposed to put my feet when we watch a movie?

 –Y-you can put them... on me.

  –What?

 –Wh-what? What's the "what"?! – he jumped up, covering himself with your jacket. He wanted to put hands on hips, but he changed his mind in time. – You wanted to see the cat yourself! I showed you the cat!

  –I wanted to look at the cat, not 'cat', – you pointed the quotation marks with your fingers and looked down, making Satoru blush even more. – So what was it all about? Why did this happen?

  –T-that's all you care about right now?! Is it okay that you saw the heir of the Gojo Clan completely naked?!

 –First of all, I hide in the morgue with Shoko at least once a week and eat food over the corpses, so I won't be surprised. Second, we agreed that I would touch the cat, not the pervert who pretended to be one.

 –If I meow at you, will you calm down?!

 You thought for a few seconds, then took out your phone to shoot a video. The sorcerer opened his mouth, ready to cry out in displeasure, but you made the most begging eyes and stretched out:

  –Please, Satoru-chan...

 When the teenager was running away from you, he tripped over the threshold several times and almost fell in the corridor. You sighed and slammed the phone shut, now understanding why the cat's fur was so familiar to you and reminded you of the hair of one of your friends...

 Bonus (?)

–I demand to be taken to Satoru Gojo!

 A tall woman with blonde hair and dull blue eyes glared at Suguru, who instantly recognized her. This was the current "Mrs. Gojo", meaning his friend's mother.

 –Before you start killing him, I'll...

  –Tsk, if I could have killed him, I would have killed him long ago! This child brings me nothing but trouble! Not that I wasn't worse at his age... b-but still!

 Geto could only guide a woman in a traditional kimono to where he knew his companion would be.

 And Satoru did show up somewhere in the school's backyard, sitting on the ground with his knees pressed to his chest. Someone was sitting next to him, stroking his white hair, reading a book with their free hand.

 –Sator-ru, you!.. – she suddenly stared at you. – Oh, it's you!

 You twitched and looked up in surprise at the woman who was flying towards you at a rapid speed. You thought she was going to attack you, but instead she picked you up and spun you around, setting you down with a happy cry:

  –My son is a fool, isn't he?!

 You could only nod and suddenly hear her exhale in relief. She hugged you to her and giggled contentedly.

 –I wanted to scold him first for not only appearing as a cat in front of someone I didn't know, but also ending up naked in front of them, but I can't blame him anymore as soon as I saw you! When he told me that he shared his secret with the boy, I had a lot of concerns, but now, seeing you, I can finally breathe calmly and continue to think about my grandchildren!

  –G-grandchildren? – you moved away from her, dumbfounded.

  –Yes! By the way, when is the wedding? I know I think too much about the future, but my son has such a bad temper that I started to think that no one would even get married to him for money!.. Hey, Satoru-u, where are you going? Satoru? Satoru?!

 –I knew you couldn't be trusted with secrets, woman!..

  –So, what do you mean… You said you were going to tell her you loved her soon, a month ago! Hey, young man, stop! STAND STILL!

 Geto approached you while watching one Gojo run away from another Gojo. He sighed and poked you jokingly on the cheek.

 –This... this is what just happened?

 –I think... your future family life?..

 –Is there any way to... refuse or change it?

 –I think... only if you catch up with Satoru and punch him in the head. Maybe then he'll start to have better plans.

 You opened your mouth, closed it, looked at Geto, then back at the two Gojos, then back at Geto. And you decided...

  –I pet cats. You can tell me how it ends.

  –Okay, – he said.

 And you left amid the screams: "YOU CAN'T EVEN ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS, WHAT KIND OF 'STRONGEST' YOU ARE?! FIGURE YOURSELF OUT FIRST, AND THEN DICTATE THE RULES TO OTHERS!"

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Don’t Leave (Tech x F!Reader)

Tech x F!Reader

Word count: 2191

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, mutual masturbation, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex, facial (kind of by accident), strong feelings and moment of embarrassment

A/N: established relationship, but first time together, and Tech’s first time, I hope I did okay I don’t know guys

There are two versions of this story.  The M!Reader version can be found here.

Tech had never felt a strong need for sex or relationships of a romantic nature, but things changed as he got to know you.  You had to make the first move, telling him how you felt and asking if he felt the same.  Once the conversation was initiated, he smiled a little shyly, but confirmed that he did indeed feel the same.  In fact, he was so in love with you, he didn’t know where to begin.  Although he kissed you first, asking permission one evening while holding your hands as the sun went down, you were the one to initiate the discussion about adding further layers of closeness to the relationship.  Tech had never considered himself a cuddler before, but it was different with you.  He was able to rest much better when he was touching you in some way.  You were also the first one to bring up the topic of sex.  Tech was very proactive in his research and asked many questions about what to expect when being sexually intimate.  His questions were both general and specific to you.  He had never done this before, but was “excited about the prospect” and his desire to learn as much as possible beforehand left you feeling safe and cared for.  The two of you decided not to make a date of it, choosing instead to take your time and see how things developed, proceeding when it felt right.

You found yourselves messing around in your shared bunk one morning while the others were gone.  Laying side-by-side, you started leaving little kisses along Tech’s jawline and down his neck to his collarbone. 

“I love when you do that,” he said.

You smiled and hummed against his skin as he ran his hand down your arm and interlaced his fingers with yours.  He brought your hand up and kissed it.

“Tech,” you asked with a grin.

“Yes?”

“We’re going to be alone for at least a couple hours.  Would you like to try going further?”

He kissed your hand again and pushed his goggles back into place.  “Yes,” he replied. “I would like that. My body is already having a strong reaction to you.  Although, perhaps we hold off on penetration for now.”

You nodded and ran your hand firmly up and down his arm, grounding him, and he continued. “I find the idea of mutual masturbation very appealing.”

You kissed his wonderful lips and whispered, “So do I.”

“In that case,” he replied, “I am going to set an extra alarm so that we will have ample warning should the others return early.”  He kissed your forehead, got up, and hurried to the door of the ship. You heard a switch click near the door and some buttons on his datapad.  You smiled to yourself.  An extra precaution like this seemed very Tech.

He came back to the bunk, sat on the opposite side of the bed, and smiled.  You sat up and moved toward him, caressing his face and kissing him deeply.  You felt him hum as your tongues moved together like telling gentle secrets. His hands moved up and down your back over your shirt before he pulled away slightly to ask if he could remove it.  You nodded.  He tugged your shirt off and lifted his arms so you could take his off.  Your lips found each other again and you could swear you could feel your hearts beating together.  

You knew he would ask permission at every step.  Ever communicative and you loved that about him.

“Tech, can we just… let’s get naked.”

“Yes.”  He immediately started taking his pants off and you laughed a little at his eagerness and started helping him. In no time you were lying next to each other, completely undressed, slowing the tempo as much as you could, sensing his nerves and some of your own.  You rubbed his back and traced a path down to his ass.  He let out a contented sigh and copied the movement on you.  It was as if his fingertips wanted to memorize every little aspect of your body.  You could feel his hard cock twitch against you in anticipation. You cupped his face and kissed him, savoring the warmth of his mouth and the faint taste of caf.

You stopped briefly and searched his face.  “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I am ready,” he replied, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I want this too.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you said, lifting your leg and laying it on his hip to give him access and taking his length in your hand.  Tech nodded, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath at your touch.  You kissed him and his hand reached down, gently touching your folds.  He moved closer to your entrance and moved your slick around, circling your clit.  His cock felt amazing, so hard, soft skin in your hand and the way he worked you over felt almost reverent.

He tried to take a steadying breath and managed, “It is better than I imagined.”  

You simply kissed him in response, wanting him to feel as good as possible.  You reached down to fondle his balls, causing his breathing to hitch, before slightly changing the movement as you pumped his cock.

“This okay,” you asked.

“It feels immensely pleasurable,” he responded. 

He started tracing new patterns on your clit and massaged two fingers between your folds before returning to your clit.  You both started moving a little faster, finding a rhythm that left you both moaning softly and with your hearts racing. The pace was interrupted.  Tech’s orgasm crept up on him quickly and he came in your hand.  His gasp was immediately followed by panic.  He stopped, desiring to escape his embarrassment at finishing so soon, his face flushed red, he turned away, and sat up on the edge of the bed.  

“I am sorry,” he said.  His voice was shaky and any rejection you may have felt was surpassed by your desire to help him feel secure and loved.

“Tech you have nothing to be sorry for.”  You quickly cleaned off your hand before reaching out and touching his arm.  “Don’t leave.  It’s okay.”

He slowly turned toward you and you pulled him back into your arms. You held him for a few minutes and felt him start to relax again.

“The point is for it to feel good,” you said softly, kissing his temple and holding him close.  He rolled his eyes and you felt some relief at the sign of him shaking off his insecurity. 

“I know that,” he replied. “I did not think I would ejaculate so quickly.”

You kissed his temple again.  “It’s your first time.  That’s very normal.”  You laid together, lightly touching each other.

After several minutes he stated, “You have not finished though.” You could see him thinking.  “May I try something?”

You answered in the affirmative.  He sat next to you, kneeling over your heat as you laid on your back and moved your legs apart for him.  He paused, looking at you to see if there was any hesitation.  When you nodded, he began licking your folds, satiating his curiosity for how you would taste.  Your heartbeat quickened at the sight.  His warm mouth on you caused you to let out a series of little moans.  He licked circles around your clit, then tried sucking on it, and reached to caress one of your breasts.  When you gasped, he made sure to give the other one attention, rolling his thumb around your nipple as his tongue rolled around your clit. It sent fire through your body.  The way he looked at you, trying different touches to see what you liked made you feel an extra layer of vulnerability and at the same time it was such a turn on.

He settled on a steady rhythm with his tongue, trying to keep it simple and not overthink it, but paused to ask, “Would you like me to continue or change what I am doing?”

“Can you add a finger? Inside.”

He kissed your clit and started circling it with his tongue again while slowly inserting a finger into your hole.  You clenched around it immediately as he dragged it in and out.  Now that he found a rhythm, all your muscles tensed in anticipation.

“I’m close,” you mumbled as you felt heat rising through your body. 

Tech kissed your clit again and whispered, “Good.”  He continued delighting your senses, reaching over again to play with one of your nipples. You let out a soft moan and came.  He drew out all the pleasure he could from you before coming up to lay next to you.  He left little kisses on your face, laying with you as you caught your breath.

It soon became apparent that Tech was ready for another round, offering an almost immediate opportunity to help him get more enjoyment out of his first time and worry less about performance.  You looked down at him and then licked your lips, again looking into his eyes.  He blushed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Would you like to see what it feels like,” you whispered, kissing his earlobe, “Having you in my mouth?”

He nodded quickly and a breathy, “yes” came out just before you gently pushed him on his back.  You tried taking your time, kissing a trail down his chest before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him in your mouth.  As he hit the back of your throat you hummed and watched his head roll back on the pillow.  You started sucking him off in earnest, bobbing your head and cradling his balls.  His hips started to thrust against you just slightly. You smiled, hollowing out your cheeks and causing him to whimper.  

He stopped thrusting and you could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to make this time last longer.  You took him out of your mouth and started pumping his length.  When you reached up to run your hand along his chest, he held it in his own. 

“Don’t hold back, Tech,” you softly encouraged.  “Just enjoy it.”

You licked the underside of his length a few times before continuing to pump him, resting your cheek along the head of his cock and looking at his beautiful face as he watched you work him.  He started to thrust his hips into your hand slightly and you opened your mouth so the head could move against the flat of your tongue.

“I am clo-,” He came with a shudder.  His spend landed on your cheek, lips, and hand.  You licked the corner of your mouth a little and his eyes grew wide.  You could tell that seeing you like this awakened something in him.

You crawled up along his body as he let out panting breaths, trying to regain his composure.  You looked at him with all the love in your heart and he started to relax.  He reached for a washcloth and gently cleaned your face off before kissing you.

“That was wonderful,” he said. “You are amazing. Perfect, and I love you so.”

“I love you too,” you replied, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his.

You did not stay like that for long.  The moment Tech looked at the chrono, he worried the others would be along soon and catch you.

You knew he would be worried and already had a suggestion.  “Let’s gather everything that needs washing, throw it in the laundry, grab some clean clothes, and shower together.”

“Yes,” he replied.  “An excellent idea.”

He efficiently grabbed everything that could possibly indicate the two of you had been intimate while the others were gone and made sure it was thrown in the laundry.  Grabbing spare blacks, he joined you in the shower.  The water felt amazing to both of you and you relished your time like this just as much as you had your previous activities.

After cleaning up and toweling each other off, you got dressed and came out of the refresher much more at ease.  Tech turned off the extra alarm he had set earlier and sat in the pilot’s chair.  He held out his hand and pulled you into his lap, kissing your neck as you rested your cheek on his head and rubbed his shoulder.  He did not take out his datapad, much to your surprise.  Instead he held you in his lap and sat silently.

“What are you thinking,” you asked.  “I know you’re thinking.”

“I am simply making a mental note regarding the techniques you seemed to prefer.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all the ways that make you happy.”

You both talked about what you liked and what you wanted to try next.  It was not surprising to you that Tech found comfort in this type of debriefing, the sharing of information and discussion of future endeavors helping him feel closer to you and secure in this new aspect of your relationship.

[furiousgoldfish]

I just realized there’s a fundamental difference in people I do and don’t feel comfortable around. It has to do with the way they interpret the world.

The ones I don’t feel comfortable around, are usually people older than me, but that is not what I take issue with; it’s their manner of speaking to me. These people will speak their views of world as if it’s final, the only correct way to think They will also attempt to force this view of the world on you, with the complete assurance that you will. If you try to correct them, they’ll respond with almost a threat in their voice if you don’t immediately comply and validate that you agree. Their values, the ‘old values’, are the only ones that are true, and they don’t wait to see if you think differently, they’ll state it as if it was a timeless fact and dare you to confront them on it. I will sometimes, carefully, try to point out inaccuracies or research that has proven it wrong - and they’ll fight me on it.

For instance, I’ve had an elderly person complain to me about the ‘today’s youth’ and ‘how they’re ruining everything’. The problem was that the children in the park were loud, and sometimes, they would see teenagers late at night in the park, and they assumed these teenagers were doing drugs (can’t confirm if this is true). The elderly person got upset, yelled, and insisted it would all be better if some physical violence was thrown at those children. I couldn’t listen to that kind of line without interfering, so I pointed out, hey, that would only make the children more likely to become mentally unhealthy, depressed, and learn that the violence is the only rule in life. I also pointed out that even if the teenagers in the park were doing drugs, they cannot be the source of the problem; after all, they’re not the ones who invented drugs, or circulated it here, or would be easily able to buy them; it was the older generations that created this problem, and gave them to the teenagers. The elderly person pretended not to hear any of it, and stuck to their original opinion, while now seeing me as the enemy. After all, if I didn’t conform to their worldview, I was the problem, one of those who need to ‘get some common sense’ and be ‘persuaded’. Because blaming kids and teenagers on problems created by the older generations, is the only way they can keep seeing themselves and their contribution to the world, in a positive light. The only way to keep control.

The other type of person is the one who doesn’t attempt to enforce their worldview on you, instead they try to see where you’re at. They’ll tell you what they think, add ‘at least that is how I see it’, and then ask you ‘What’s your view on this? What do you think?’

Sometimes we’ll find pretty soon that our views differ, and we’ll agree to disagree and talk about something else. Sometimes, we’ll display our information, how we know it, and offer arguments that lead us to believe what we do, sometimes we’ll have little anecdotes to tell. Sometimes we’ll find out some new information, be encouraged to research it, and come back to revisit the subject in order to decide on a new, more informed standpoint. Sometimes we’ll find out we’re completely on the same page, and then be glad to have found out. But we don’t assume. We don’t see each other and go ‘yes, this person I don’t yet know perfectly, must have the exact stance on every issue in the world, they must have this specific information and subscribe to the same ideas and thoughts’, because that is presumptive, rude, and creating impossible expectations.

I wonder if the first kind are people who shared their perception of the world with their entire generation, and then project that idea on the entire world, believing those who disagree can only be blind and stupid? And in that case, assuming someone would disagree, is the same as assumption they’re lacking in intellect? My generation has vastly different views on everything, I can find people my age who disagree with my every view, and people younger than me who agree with me. I can’t assume for anyone that they would adapt my views, but I also can’t assume them clueless, because we all form our view based on information we gather thru life, and different people will have different information and experiences at their disposal. So it’s necessary to not assume, to find out where people stand, and then meet them where they’re at.

[avatarpabu97]

On the subject of age for Betty and Simon and by some extension Marceline.

The wiki timeline clearly states that Simon was born forty four years before the mushroom war started. Clearly putting him at forty four.

Marcy was four years before the war clearly making her four.

They were 45~47 and 5~7 respectively when they met. The s5 episode 14 made it clear they were 47 and 7 at point in time and according to the official Enchiridion suggest that Marcy was about 5 or 6 when they met.

Age has always been concrete when lore was introduced and involved with the series.

Betty’s age is vague. Like the crew didn’t know what to put down for it quite yet. The Wiki putting her birth 20 to 40 years before the Mushroom.

The season 8 episode 1 where She’s infected the crown with her AI presence makes it sound they met when their both students and then the season 10 episode 11 makes you think they were both doctors at that point because of Betty’s trip where we assumed that was her apartment.

Then F&C episode 8 gives us the perspective of her being pre grad which depending on the profession being pre grad can put you anywhere to late 20s and early 30s. With Betty being a fan of Simon’s work who is an established doctorate but is treated poorly by the students he’s at lecture for. Which leads others to believe he’s a new doctorate.

And from what I can research it’s possible for undergraduates to publish work just not to larger journals. So realistically Betty can be a couple years younger then Simon and read his older work in smaller journals and by the time he has more experience he’s posting in bigger journals and she nearly ready to graduate.

Apparently from what I’ve gleaned undergrads can give lectures so it’s possible the library wasn’t the first time they met. We also have to take in the account of Betty possibly starting her studying much later. Instead of doing school right away or taking breaks during certain semesters. And the possibility of Simon being such a genius he graduated early from his school and studies he was much younger then normal to gain a doctorate.

The wiki also makes it vague how long ago Betty’s Trip was before the Mushroom war 5 to 10 years. But they discovered the enchirdion at 5!years before the mushroom war. Simon also found the crown 1-2 year before the war. But the timeline pre mushroom seems to be inconsistent given the nature of the show’s not really thinking of lore and history until after season 4 it’s hard to conclude unless we get word from god what Betty’s age is.

In conclusion I don’t know what to do about their age. What I have seen and can infer is that Betty is at least 4 years younger then Simon or close to age with him. They we’re together for somewhere between 5 to7 year as I’ve seen other on Reddit point based on how long it takes to publish books and work. He was never her teacher but Betty was definitely a fan of him. Possibly reading is work when Simon was still a student and didn’t get a breakthrough or respect until Enchiridion. Which he wanted to Share the glory with her. And he did respect her. She didn’t truly put her career on hold more like centered it around Simons because she was such a fan of his and in love that neither noticed until it was to late.

Interpert the relationship as you will. They are both consenting adults with an ambiguous age gap. That the writer don’t seem to want to confirm or wish to confirm as they expand the story of Adventure Time. Their is a lot of nuance that many are not considering when it comes to schooling and life in general because my sister herself started school for a teaching degree when she was about 19 which did put on hold because of life. She is in her mid thirties now going backwards to school until a year ago.

So do with this as you will.

[tenebriskukris]

Oshi No Ko Chapter 151 - My Thoughts/Analysis

It’s another setup chapter but we’re still in the beginning of a new arc so that’s to be expected. As always, spoilers for Oshi No Ko Ch 151 below.

The chapter starts with what I can only describe as the narrative glazing Kana’s acting skills. Aside from the fact that it shows that she’s recently premiered in that movie that Shima directed, it really isn’t necessary. The timeline of this manga has always been stuck in some nebulous mess of uncertainty for long enough that it could have been inserted anywhere within the last few chapters or so with ease.

Of course this entire montage of showing how good Kana’s acting ability actually is would ring a lot more true if she didn’t whore herself out to Shima in order to get a role. Much as I dislike how that entire situation went for Kana—and so much of that small mini arc in general—it undercuts Kana’s skills as an actor if her big break was because of Shima taking pity on Kana. Akane and Ruby were able to secure acting jobs without going to those lengths and were able to reach greater heights of popularity without it, so why can’t Kana achieve those same heights without couch casting?

Now that I think about it, I don’t think we’ve actually seen Kana get a role through her own efforts alone. The Sweet Today role was because Kaburagi was taking advantage of Kana in general as an actor; her role in Tokyo Blade was because he wanted to play both Kana and Akane off of each other, and even her role in the movie was because Kaburagi pulled some strings to get her on board. Even the intermission that focused on Kana and Akane basically reeked of industry nepotism, and I don’t need to reiterate what Kana was about to do to secure a role from Shima.

My thoughts on Kana’s acting ability aside, we settle on Kana and Aqua’s “date”. Kana wearing her old uniform even after she’s graduated is uh—a choice. That’s certainly some form of cosplay.

Aqua being surprised that this entire meeting is a date is—well. Kana I think if you want to actually make a play for Aqua you need to actually tell this shit to him beforehand. As far as he knows this is a casual outing with one of his friends. I expected her to do something a bit different when faced with the prospect of actually wooing Aqua, more specifically trying to actually take steps to woo him. Maybe I gave Kana too much credit. Akane’s manipulations aside, she hasn’t intentionally taken many steps to actually steer Aqua into considering her as a romantic partner in the series.

The baseball scene??? Now that’s a callback. I’m starting to see where Kana is heading with this whole mess. While Kana may look back at that time as a casual moment between two like minded people, it’s also the time where Aqua tried to vent some of his frustrations of his own Issues(™) and Kana quite easily rebuked them in favor of talking about romantic prospects. After that encounter, it doesn’t escape my gaze that Aqua hasn’t talked to Kana about his own Issues unless heavily pressed.

Oooooh future talk. Kind of hypocritical from the child actor that didn’t take steps to get into college to press people about their own future, but I don’t mean to pick at an old wound since it’s the equivalent of Kana making small talk. And Aqua’s thinking of applying to medical school??? We’d seen some similar implications go through his head during one of the interludes, but it’s nice to finally get some form of confirmation that he’s at least thought about a life after his revenge—even if he is just saying this to get Kana off his back.

Kana unintentionally dredging up Aqua’s trauma with her whole speech here. It’s a sight better than how she intentionally triggered him in Tokyo Blade, but I’m sure that doesn’t make Aqua feel much better. 

Aqua covering his face when confronted with Kana’s insight is cute, I gotta admit. The fact that it hides his star eyes in this panel here is also noteworthy. 

That dream came true when I was five years old. And Kana suffered through a dry spell in spite of it—or arguably because of it. Perhaps she can look at things with hindsight now that she’s managed to carve out a certain niche for herself in the industry but we know that Kana isn’t there just yet. Frill is a perfect example of what someone at the top of the industry looks like, and I don’t think anyone else in our cast aside from maybe Taiki is there just yet. One good movie and a small hint of stardom does not a national actress make. 

In fairness to Kana, her saying that she’s achieved her dream is a very in-character thing for her to do. Time and time again we’ve seen her immaturity and naivete undercut everything she sets out to achieve. Her inability to realize that she was being taken advantage of by Kaburagi in the earlier parts of the manga; the fact that she wasn’t able to remain professional with Aqua when he was avoiding her; her attempts to secure a role with Shima despite knowing his nature full well—the list goes on. If she really thinks that she’s become a national actress after tasting just a hint of success then that just plays into Kana’s faults even further.

I have a new dream now. I want to be the only person you look at. I couldn’t quite help but laugh as soon as Kana said this. Okay Kana, you want to be Aqua's idol? What have you done to actually achieve that? Because you have some gigantic shoes to fill in the form of Ai and Rubysarina. Her entire arc throughout the story has been towards actually being a successful actress, so this pivot leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t even like Kana as a character and I’m complaining that this entire interaction did her dirty! 

The fact that Aqua didn’t even catch Kana’s baseball when she’s said this has to be some of the most godawful hit you over the head symbolism I’ve even seen from the series. There are college writing students out there that wouldn’t pull stuff like this even if they were held up at gunpoint! You’d think that an actual published series like this would have editors that strike this shit down but apparently not.

It’s not because of the fact that this metaphor it’s simple that irks me as much as it does. It’s the fact that it’s so obvious that it basically spells out that Kana’s attempts at trying to become Aqua’s star are going to be flushed down the toilet. In terms of being an idol, Kana hasn’t done anything else to engender Aqua’s devotion. As Aqua’s friend, she’s certainly become an important aspect of his life, but not so much in terms of being an idol. She does not inspire or drive Aqua’s motivations in the way an idol should—at least in my opinion.

What a fucking chapter. I’m just glad there isn’t a break next week so we can quickly see how this mess is going to turn out. At this point I just want some goddamn consequences to happen to Kana so having her lose Aqua basically sitting on her hands for the entire series is some good fucking karma. Crying and bitching about one’s love life constantly is absolutely not the characteristic of someone going to win it all as the series reaches its endgame.

I was actually surprised that there was so much talk about Kana grabbing death flags in this chapter. I mean, really, it’s like everyone forgot that most of the main cast has contractual immortality until after the interviews. Even then, Kana really hasn’t been important enough to the story since Tokyo Blade to justify any purpose of her dying aside from shock value. Even if there was something like that planned out for the next few chapters, the tension is going to be undercut knowing that most of the main cast is going to survive without any issue.

Once again the elephant in the room has to be Ruby. It’s kind of difficult to root for Kana in this instance—even besides all the reasons I’d listed so far—because we still don’t know what Aqua thinks about the kiss in Chapter 143. Anything regarding romance is stuck in a pool of indecision since that chapter and it simultaneously undercuts everything the narrative is trying to even do with Kana and Akane’s efforts to woo Aqua while leaving the actual plot of the story on the wayside. I just hope that we’ll be getting a peek into Aqua’s head while we’re unfortunately saddled back in with this romance plotline.

[celestialholz]

For some reason, I’m seriously wondering if Brassius is /younger/ than he looks, like…Cyrus does NOT look 27, yet there he is. And Brassius was confirmed to have had physically and mentally torturous younger years as an artist struggling for recognition. I’m not saying he’s also 27 mind you, he’s more likely in his late 30’s, /maybe/ early 40’s if we’re being generous.

This…also brings up the potential of an age gap in his and Hassel’s relationship, depending on when they met. Hassel’s likely in his 50’s (somewhere on the low end, maybe), meaning they might have anywhere from a 10 to 15 year age gap in their relationship!

I’m not saying there was any orbiting mind you, they were both fully-grown legal adults when they met, and all my homies hate orbiting—but it’s something to consider, given we don’t have canon ages for every character outside of a very small few.

Ah, my dear anonymous friend, today I must have a chat with you all on coding.

Cyrus looks like this at 27 because he's wrong. His storyline is finding a way to mend the 'incomplete human spirit', and yet in his design and actions we see his flawed viewpoint. The narrative asks you to consider that if this is what perfection looks like, why is everyone else different? Why does everyone else look their age, or younger, and yet they're somehow incorrect? It's because everyone else isn't wrong. Cyrus' cold heart is draining him of his youth and vitality - he's too serious, and so it shows upon his skin. He's a commentary, a man too driven and too angry at entirely the wrong thing. He will unleash the literal embodiment of Satan to 'save us all', which is dictator language if I've ever heard it. It's why he wears grey, white and black - at his 'core', where the white undershirt is (the colour of purity), he has good intentions, or at least believes he does; his jacket is grey because he's morally ambiguous, lying to his team with again, what he thinks are good intentions - he's saving everyone, isn't he, what's the sacrifice of some good soldiers compared to that? And it's predominantly black, because his heart, and his thoughts, are literally 'dark.' He's a walking red flag on virtually every level, which makes the fact that his name literally means 'sun' particularly funny. He thinks he's bringing light to the world, but all he's bringing is darkness.

Contrast all of that to this lovely fellow here.

Brassius is physically marked by time because of both illness and depression - he was never 'wrong' in the way Cyrus is, so his lines and frown are a measure of struggling rather than a mental issue. The transformation here is palpable - the man we see jumping from rooftops and being the King of Drama is not necessarily young accordingly, he's alive. He's living his best life later in that life because he never could before - he's been healed, physically and spiritually, by Hassel. The coding here is of a youth unfortunately missed - he was drained of it too, but in an entirely different manner. Hilarious, because as I've pointed out before, Brassius is moon-coded to Hassel's sun coding - he's reflected his light, and now shines in his own right, whereas Cynthia - whose name similarly means 'moon' - is a reflection of Cyrus, the 'good' mirror to his wild ideals.

The difference lies not only in narrative, but in coding. Cyrus is a petulant youth, shouting at the world that won't listen until he makes them; Brassius is a grandpa-esque figure of art and wisdom. He's seen shit, and therefore he's basically every child's adorable little gay uncle. He's not jumping off windmills because he's full of youth, especially when we know from his rematch that it hurts his knees - he's jumping off windmills because he can. Because he's living now, because he's a role model, because he basks in literal sunlight... which is probably why he trains Grass-types, narratively. Needs that photosynthesis. <3

Likewise, speaking of men who are living nowadays...

Here is a man who has also been through some shit - the burden of responsibility vs. the freedom of being your authentic self, who has also been healed by finding his little free-spirited, unapologetic artist husband. You'll see looking at them together like this, the only thing really distinguishing the two in wrinkles is the lines around Hassel's mouth... which is pretty easy to explain away as continuous frowning, when you've spent a good portion of your life hiding your true softness and trying to be the head of the family your heritage expects you to be.

It's a very different and beautiful take on the Sinnoh dynamic, honestly. Where Cyrus and Cynthia are at odds, both fighting for their own greater good, the sun and the moon here are in harmony - they're equals at every turn. One heals the other, and vice versa; they're both role models for young people; Brassius' art depicts them both to varying degrees; Hassel shows up at gym two; Flapple is half of them each... neither seems inadequate at all. Even the skill gap evens up, because they become very similarly levelled during the gym leader rematches.

And when you've got coding like that...

Is Hassel the older one, here? Oh, almost definitely. We don't know any canon ages in Paldea except Dendra, who explicitly tells us she's 25, and therefore, Tulip must be a very similar age as they grew up together. Everyone else is up for debate, really, aside from the kids obviously being kids. But this has all been a very long way to say, dearest anon, that I don't think this age gap's as wide as you might think. :) I think, in the spirit of equality, Brassius looks older than he is, and Hassel does too, because they've both had lives of turmoil - if I had to stick numbers on it, Brassius is early 40s, and Hassel's late 40s. But as you rightly point out my unknown pal, there's no orbiting here. This is a healthy and wonderful relationship of absolute equilibrium, as my meta masterpost on them will explain more easily than I can summarise here. Both of them are utter sweethearts with good hearts, and everything they are is built on mutual respect and appreciation. But you don't usually achieve mastery of your craft, and especially not after early disadvantages, unless you're of a certain age. These two are endgame life material, the 'happily ever after' of achieving true self-worth as well as true love. They stand as our in-game grandpas for a reason. :)

[enkisstories]

The wrecking of the Steadfast (Ch. 6)

Rey and friends are reunited and need to decide where to go from here. The decision is taken out of their hands when General Pride's Sith troopers attack New Harvest and force the group into hiding in the forest. And they still have that shaky ally former General Hux tagging along... But while in his inner monologue Hux leans heavily into his "Future Emperor Armitage I." image, his words and actions beg to differ.

Read it here: Chapter 6 or from the beginning

Outtake:

As the rebels made their way to their speeders, Finn stepped in line with Hux. Reading the room, Rey left her bike to Finn and took the seat next to Poe in the car instead.

“Makes one wonder, huh?” Finn said. “Think kids are in the cards for either of us?”

“Why not? I had a thorough education in how not to parent.”

“Yeah, same, and thanks to the same shithead.”

They mounted the bike. Only after they had followed the speeder for some time already, did Hux speak up again: “But without an army, we can neither secure our territory, nor expand it. We need soldiers, and they don’t drop out of trees battle-ready.”

“Oh, I don’t know”, Finn snarled. “In the end it’s a matter of motivation. Maybe ask the former career criminal you’re dating what makes him throw his life into the line again and again?”

“Our POE?”

“Used to be a smuggler. In his defense, if I got that right, by the time he realized what company he’d fallen in with, he had been in too deep already to easily quit.”

“Oh, I can empathize with that! To some degree, at least.”

“Did you know that I wanted to run away? I wasn’t a defector to begin with, just a deserter. I wanted to stop doing your dirty work, but couldn’t commit to actively opposing it.”

“What? When did that happen?”

“Right before my past caught up with me, showing me the folly of my plan. I don’t know if that helps at all, but… those doubts concerning your decision? We all experienced that at some point, one way or another. Chances are you’ll run away and we’ll have to pull you out of some roadside ditch before all is said and done.”

“You fully expect that?”

“I’ve been there myself.”

Hux saw Finn let go of the speeder bike’s handlebar and reach for his blaster. That was an odd follow-up to what had sounded like encouragement up until now.

“Hey, hey! I’ll…”

Finn drew the weapon and almost without looking fired three shots in quick succession into the underbrush. Following the line of fire with his eyes, Hux now saw a person sized crimson-red object between the trees. It quickly dived behind a large rock, but another one that had been standing right next to it keeled over. And now it became apparent that those things were not just people-sized, but also people-shaped.

“Sith Troopers?”

“Two less now”, Finn confirmed. “The third dodged.”

“Did you feel them in the Force?”

“Haha, no! See, I relied on the sensors in my stormtrooper helmet for years. When I had them no longer at my disposal, I felt blind and deaf. But I quickly adapted, and now don’t need the aid anymore. My senses are much sharper than they were before.”

[...]

Four troopers emerged from the trees, a trio and the survivor of the first trio that Finn had attacked. Moving in formation, they kept pelting Finn’s and Hux’ bike with blaster shots, pinning it on the spot, unable to escape. The passengers slid off and dashed behind the nextbest tree. It was wide enough to provide cover for both of them and return the fire from there.

“Pinned behind a tree instead of a speeder bike is what we in the field call an improvement”, Finn snarked.

“You see me at my cheerfullest at the good news”, Hux replied. “So what next?”

“You can’t tell?”

“I usually point at stuff and then it explodes.”

“Well, we’re the extra steps between those two points.”

Finn reached around the tree and fired.

“Damn! Missed. – One on your side!”

Hux shot and scored what would have been a perfect hit. The Sith trooper, however, didn’t even notice it.

“The blaster is doing nothing!” Hux complained, after two more of his attacks had bounced harmlessly off the Sith armor, only for Finn to drop the target with a single shot.

“You have to hit the weak spots”, he told Hux, re-adjusted his aim and down went another Sith trooper.

“Which would be…?”

Finn gave no verbal answer, but the next moment Hux felt his vision blur. The two remaining Sith faded out, only a handful of points of interest on their bodies shone brightly.

“Can you see?”

“Yes, but…”

The highlighted targets were moving and additionally tried to shoot Hux while he took aim at them. The strategist simply lacked Finn’s trained reflexes and the Force couldn’t grant them to him the same way Finn used it to convey the armor’s weak spots to his companion. When he realized that his method wasn’t working, Finn retracted his mind and the world returned to normal. The Sith troopers had momentarily ceased their fire and retreated behind cover.

“Switch”, Hux whispered.

“Huh?”

“Switch sides with me, Finn! By now they should know that shots from your side mean death, while I’m harmless. I bet my revoked pension they’ll advance on my side any moment.”

“Okay.”

Finn maneuvered around Hux, who slid to the right. They waited a couple of breaths and indeed both remaining troopers approached from the direction that would have exposed them to Hux’ line of fire. Only now they met Finn’s instead and went down in short succession. The duo’s could have been a flawless victory, if not for Finn groaning:

“Ouch! One of the bastards hit me into the arm!”

“Sucks. I know you’re averse to arm injuries. Partial to the leg, weren’t you?”

Finn turned around, preparing to give a sharp retort, but the companion flashed him a genuine smirk.

“Battlefield banter. You do that in the Resistance. Did I get it right?”

“Uh… yes. Yes.”

“Alright.” Hux produced a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket, folded it once more and pressed it on Finn’s wound, then secured it with a bandage.

“Whoa, you’re always prepared!”

Hux shook his head. Here, covered by the dead of night, hiding behind a bug-infested tree, he admitted to his fellow defector:

“Prepared for a variety of situations in which I have only a vague idea how to use the stuff I brought.”

There. He'd said it and was still alive.

[kanerallels]

For @kaneraweek day three! I get to write Zeb's point of view!! And it's very fun!

(Important: please don't tag this as Kalluzeb. Thank you for your consideration!)

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Yavin 4 was an okay base so far. It was safe, sheltered from the Empire, and they had a decent cook in the mess hall. But, in Zeb’s opinion, it was far too humid. And the trees were a bit much. Atollon had better views— but at least there weren’t any crawlers.

The main thing he didn’t really like about Yavin 4, however, was the people. Not that he had much of any real problem with them. But the vast majority of them had the same two problems.

One, they didn’t know when Zeb was trying to take an idiot break. On Atollon, his hideout had been far enough away from the others that he’d rarely gotten uninvited guests, and everyone had learned to give him space quickly enough. That still wasn’t true here yet.

“Er, Captain Orrelios?”

Letting out a huge sigh, Zeb pushed up his glare shades and squinted at the human standing next to his chair. He was probably of average height for a human man— somewhere a little shorter than Kanan, but taller than Ezra. His hair was blond, and he wore one of those orange jumpsuits all the pilots seemed to love. Zeb, personally, did not see the appeal. 

“What?” he said, keeping his voice gruff enough that hopefully, the pilot would get the hint and leave.

He did not get the hint. “I was wondering if I could ask you a question.”

Sighing, Zeb said, “If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”

“...huh?”

“Sure, whatever,” Zeb said, rolling his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Um. Do you know if General Syndulla is single?”

Zeb’s jaw dropped. In the chair next to him, there was a choked cough as Aleksander Kallus sat upright, nearly dropping the datapad he’d been studying in an attempt to ignore this conversation. “What?”

“Just, you know,” the pilot said sheepishly. “Is she seeing anyone?”

And this was the other reason he didn’t like Yavin 4. Zeb had caught more than a few Rebellion personnel looking at Hera, and he was sure there were all sorts of rumors circulating about her. This was the third one who’d approached him about her, and it was driving him insane.

“What is this, primary school?” he demanded, giving the pilot a look of disgust. “General Syndulla— you know, your commanding officer— doesn’t make her personal life public for a reason. Cause it’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Now scram, before I make you regret it.”

Looking deeply chastened, the pilot all but scampered away, and Zeb snorted. As if she’d be interested in a pipsqueak like him anyways.

Flopping back down into his chair, he muttered, “Alright, it’s official. I miss the others.”

“Let me guess,” Kallus said, his gaze not moving from his datapad. “Jarrus loves to handle that kind of question.”

Zeb snorted. “When he’s around, we don’t have to.”

Back when Zeb had first joined the Ghost crew, neither Kanan nor Hera had told him anything concerning their relationship. Because, he now knew, there wasn’t one. Not really, at that point. Despite the fact they’d been working together for close to two years, neither of them had made a real move.

Unfortunately for them, they hadn’t told Zeb that. Which meant he’d clocked their obvious feelings for each other— especially on Kanan’s side— in four days. At first, he’d thought they were in a relationship, or at least married.

After a job went sideways, landing Hera in the hospital and sending Kanan into a panicked spiral, Zeb had figured that was as much a confirmation as any. But when he’d brought it up while they waited in Hera’s room, Kanan had shot him a surprised look. “We’re not— no, Hera’s not my— no. We’re just… friends.”

There’d been no real sign of bitterness in his voice, just resignation and acceptance. But when Hera had woken up, the first place she’d looked, the first name she’d said? Was Kanan’s. And the way he’d moved to her side immediately, hand wrapping around hers like it was the most natural thing in the world?

Zeb wasn’t an idiot. He knew what he was looking at. These two were meant for each other. And it took a little while, but they figured it out, too.

It had been a long time since the days of “just friends”.

The annoying part, however, was that neither of them made any effort to publicize their relationship. They didn’t tell people immediately— some people they didn’t tell at all. Most people put it together after seeing them interact, since Kanan was the least subtle person Zeb had ever met.

But Kanan, along with the kids and Chopper, were off on Mandalore, saving Sabine’s dad and doing Ashla knows what else. Which meant their new friends on Yavin 4? Had no idea that Hera was very, very taken.

It wasn’t like Hera liked being hit on by random karkers. It was just that she was incredibly private, and didn’t want people to assume she got her title thanks to her Jedi husband. Which Kanan respected, and Zeb thought was dumb. Who cared what the morons thought?

Unfortunately, he didn’t get to make that decision. So he was stuck with idiots trying to get Hera’s number.

Sighing, he said, “It wouldn’t be as bad if the others were here. At least Sabine or Ezra. Used to be they were the approachable ones, not me.”

“I’d love to see that with Wren,” Kallus murmured wryly, tapping at his datapad screen. “I’m sure she had a lot of fun with it.”

“Oh, she tore ‘em to shreds,” Zeb assured him. “Had to deal with a couple lovestruck idiots of her own, too. That was fun to watch. But Ezra did a pretty good job, too. His favorite method was the guilt trip. Once, he asked one guy what his mother would say if she heard him.”

Kallus snorted. “He didn’t— no, of course he did. That’s Bridger for you.”

“Pretty sure the guy started crying,” Zeb said reminiscently. “Sooner those three get back, the better. At least Chopper could kriff them up. And Kanan could just be his usual self, which would work better than pretty much anything else. For the nice ones, anyways.”

There were always the occasional cocky little kriffers who were convinced that as soon as Hera got to know them, she’d dump Kanan— the insanely talented Jedi who’d taken on more Inquisitors and Sith that Zeb cared to count, and done some of it blind— for their arrogance and slicked back hair.

Those usually only took a few tries to get rid of. Either Zeb and the kids ganged up on them— which was fun— or Hera got to them. Which was really fun, and he told Kallus as much.

“What about Jarrus?” Kallus said with a frown. “I would assume he’d take great umbrage to someone acting like that around General Syndulla.”

“Oh, he does,” Zeb assured Kallus. “But Hera doesn’t really like us to fight her battles for her unless the karkers are really asking for it. It’s a whole thing she and Kanan had to argue about for a while. But they figured out a balance for it, like they always do. They’re disgustingly perfect like that.”

Snorting with amusement, Kallus turned his attention back to his datapad— which, Zeb saw, was one of those games he claimed were a good way to stimulate his mind when he wasn’t working. Zeb was pretty sure that stacking blocks was boring, and probably a better way of shutting off your brain. But he wasn’t about to pick that fight again.

Kallus was pretty easy to pick a fight with, though. Zeb had started out on Yavin 4 with some pranks to ease into their friendship, but apparently they were a little too reminiscent of Imperial hazing, and Kallus had retaliated considerably. Eventually, Rex had sat them down and politely told them to behave like adults working on a military base instead of twelve years at a boarding school (which neither of them had appreciated), and they’d called a truce.

(Mostly. There had been an incident involving Yavinese fire beetles and a jar of honey, but really, how could Zeb have resisted? And then when Kallus had responded, he couldn’t just let that go unanswered— okay. They hadn’t really stopped.)

Hera had come up with a final solution by sending them on a supply run together, and two Imperial squadrons, a box of meilooruns, and a bar room brawl later, the two of them had got along just fine. Zeb was beginning to think Hera solved all personnel problems by sending them on some kind of life changing field trip, though. He wasn’t sure if that was weirder, or the fact that it usually worked.

In any case, he’d started letting Kallus join him in his idiot breaks, mainly because the guy was about as bad as Hera was at taking said breaks. And he was good at not talking too much, except when they started arguing about Zeb’s taste in music. But that was something he didn’t really mind arguing about. It was better having a friend who thought the Agasar were trash than having an enemy who hunted them everywhere they went.

Which reminded him. “Hey— when did you figure out that Kanan and Hera were a thing?” Zeb asked Kallus.

“The first time I met Hera,” Kallus said, tapping at his screen again.

“Wha— there’s no way,” Zeb said. “They weren’t that obvious, even then.”

“And yet,” Kallus said blandly.

Scowling, Zeb said, “Well that’s— wait. You didn’t even meet her for months. Well, it took me four days, so I win.”

“Doesn’t count, and we weren’t competing.”

“Yes, it does and of course we were,” Zeb said. “And there’s no way you could have figured it out the first minute you met her. You were busy getting beat up by us.”

“That is categorically untrue on a number of levels,” Kallus said. “Being in a fight hardly precludes me from realizing the obvious nature of Kanan and Hera’s relationship.”

Rolling his eyes, Zeb said, “You talk like you swallowed a thesaurus and an Imperial handbook, you know that? But… fair enough.”

He’d seen Kanan and Hera working together before. The way they fought side by side was flawless, like they could reach each other’s thoughts. Almost more so than when Kanan and Ezra fought together— and they actually could read each other’s thoughts.

So, technically, he could see how Kallus would be able to tell that early. He was still kind of skeptical, though.

Before he could voice this skepticism, he caught sight of another pilot heading towards them. This one had an impressively waxed mustache and a smirk, and was ignoring the blond pilot as he made his way to Zeb’s chair. “So,” he said. “You gonna tell me if Syndulla is single?”

“You gotta be joking,” Zeb said, sighing. “Wait— did he put you up to asking us first?” he asked the blond man, who turned bright red. “Thought so.”

“Why no answer?” the mustachioed man asked. “You want her for yourself? I mean, a woman like that—”

“Shut up,” Kallus said, his voice going Imperial sharp so quickly that both Zeb and the blond man shot him a surprised look. “Perhaps, pilot, you need reminding that General Syndulla is your superior officer, and also a being who deserves your respect. And if that doesn’t do it, we’ll remind you more forcibly.”

Cracking his knuckles, Zeb grinned at the venom in Kallus’s voice, and the way the mustachioed pilot’s face paled. Without another word, he turned and left, half stumbling on his way.

“Good riddance,” Kallus said with a hint of satisfaction.

Grinning, Zeb said, “Not bad, mate. Knew you’d fit in fine.”

Kallus rolled his eyes, but Zeb could see his small, pleased smile as he returned to his datapad. Kanan’s gonna love this when he gets back, he thought. Now all they had to do was wait. But Zeb knew they’d be back eventually, no matter how much Hera was secretly worried about it, especially Sabine. Their crew had stuck together for this long. They’d be back.

[motleymunson27]

The Hangover, Motionless In White edition. Part 1.

Feels like this is a bad idea but still doing it.

Sum: Pretty much exactly what the title says.

Content: Fluffy & angsty. Be prepared for craziness.

Authors note: Zeppelin is one of my OC’s, thought it’d be easier to write not in third person and I’m way too lazy to go through and change to Y/N (sorry), so if you want just switch out my characters name with your own.

This is going to have to be multiple parts because it’s just going to be way too long if I put it all into one link. This is part 1, not sure how many there will be but part 2 should be coming soon! Then I will eventually get to the wedding part which will be its own part.

(Btdubs, I know Chris doesn’t drink but it’s his bachelor party, let’s just pretend he has a couple drinks for the sake of the story).

~~~~~~

There were 3 days before Chris and Zeppelin were getting married.

Everything was arranged and there was still so many things needed to be done before the wedding, like the bachelor/bachelorette parties.

As a part of his wedding present, Ricky surprised Chris with a trip to Vegas.

Which was a little worrying to say the least because, well, it’s Vegas. Anything can happen.

So the Thursday Chris and his groomsmen were set to head out and party, Zeppelin gave him only one rule.

“Do not turn your party into anything like in The Hangover. Or the second one. I don’t need you waking up in Bangkok or to Mike Tyson’s tiger in the bathroom or losing any teeth or getting a tattoo on your face or losing any of your fingers or getting shot or getting lost or paying anyone $80,000 for anything. Just promise me you will not do anything like that.”

And while that brought the guys to laugh, Chris promised that they’ll stay in line.

“We’ll be fine, baby,” he chuckled before pulling her in for a long hug, which didn’t last long as Justin immediately clapped his hand on the roof of the limo he was getting into.

Yep, Ricky got a limo to take them to Vegas.

Chris would have been fine driving his own car but Ricky insisted that he’d take care of everything as the best man so they were taking a limo.

“C’mon lovebirds, let’s go! Vegas is waiting for us! Save the loving for the honeymoon!” He shouted, causing everyone in the car to laugh as Chris gave Zeppelin one last kiss.

“Alright. Have fun in Mexico. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Zeppelin smiled, with one last kiss on Chris’ jawline. “I mean it, do not turn your party into the fourth Hangover.”

“I promise you, we won’t.”

And off the guys went.

~~~~~~

“Alright, thanks a lot,” Ricky thanked the driver, leaving him a generous tip as the other guys got their luggage out of the trunk.

“Ok, double check so we’re not fucked, passports?” Ricky began listing the most important items they all needed.

“Yes.”

“Wallets and cellphones?”

“Yes.”

“Suitcases?”

“Yes.”

“Vehicle keys even though we don’t need them?”

“Yes.”

“Most importantly, do we have the groom?”

That one made everyone laugh. “Yes, I’m here,” Chris confirmed.

“Alright then let’s go.”

Check in went smoothly, now the guys were just waiting to board.

The guys were just sitting and chilling while Chris slipped away towards a giant window, his phone in hand as he pressed on Zeppelin’s contact.

The phone rang for a few seconds before connecting. “Hello?”

“Hi baby,” Chris began, pacing back and forth next to the window, watching planes coming in and taking off. “We just got through check in, should be boarding soon.”

“That’s great, hotshot,” she said over the phone, Chris couldn’t see her right now but she was just in the middle of getting ready for her own little getaway with her bridesmaids in Mexico before the wedding. “How’s everyone else doing?”

Chris glanced back at his bandmates, who were still just waiting. “Good. We made sure we had everything when we were dropped off. Ricky made sure I was the most important thing needed,” he laughed, bringing Zeppelin to laugh with him.

“Well that’s good of him to do. He’s your best man, it’s his job to make sure you’re alive and well for the next 2 days,” she chuckled, looking in her mirror while trying to decide between two different partying outfits. “Hey, I know you’re obviously not here and can’t decide for me but which one, red or black?” She asked, interchanging holding both outfits to her neck.

“If it’s the one I’m thinking of, black,” Chris answered. “You always look great in it.”

Zeppelin blushed. “Thanks babe.”

Just before Chris could continue the conversation, he heard Ricky calling for him that their gate was called. “Alright, I gotta go, plane’s boarding. I’ll meet you at the altar,” Chris said, cutting the conversation short.

“Alright, have fun but not too much fun!”

“You too, I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

~~~~~~

Caesars Palace was absolutely gorgeous.

Huge ceilings, velvet carpets and curtains, wrought iron interior design, fountains, televisions, a casino, a restaurant, a pool, marble floors and pillars holding the building up, the whole nine yards.

Absolutely beautiful.

Pretty much every sentence that came out of Chris’ mouth was him thanking Ricky for doing this.

“Hey, you’re getting married, you deserve this,” he shrugged like it was no big deal, meanwhile they were all standing in the Caesars Palace hotel in Vegas.

“I just wish you’d let me chip in a bit. I mean, we drove up in a limo, we’re staying in a hotel that costs a fortune for just one night, and you’re paying for pretty much everything. I just don’t want this to effect your finances,” Chris reasoned, trailing along beside his best man with his suitcase to the check-in desk.

Ricky just shook his head. “Are you crazy? No, this is all on us. You and Zeppelin are already spending enough to make this wedding happen, plus you’re flying your families out to L.A. which already a few thousand for tickets, it’s only fair I cover your bachelor party and everything else. It’s my job as best man,” he declared as they reached the check-in desk.

“Hello, Welcome to Caesars, checking in?” The receptionist, Miranda, asked.

“Yeah, there should be a reservation under Richard Olsen,” Ricky explained to her as she searched his name in her computer. “I believe it’s a suite.”

“Just a second. Yep, right here, says here I have you booked for a 3 bedroom suite on the 12th floor,” Miranda confirmed, continuing to type on her keyboard. “Does that sound right?”

“Sounds great,” Ricky said as he handed over his credit card. “Thank you very much.”

“You’re very welcome,” Miranda smiled as she took Ricky’s card and scanned it then continued doing her check-in work. “What brings you guys to Vegas? Sports game? Wedding?” She then asked.

“Close,” Chris answered, leaning on the counter next to Ryan and Vinny. “Bachelor party. I’m getting married back in L.A. on Saturday.”

“Oh congratulations, I’m sure she’s beautiful,” Miranda said with another smile. “What’s her name?”

“Zeppelin. And yeah, she is absolutely gorgeous,” Chris smiled back as Miranda’s computer beeped. “We themed it to be all gothic and dark with lots of dark colours.”

“Sounds like quite the wedding. Uhm, ok, you guys are golden, enjoy your stay with us,” she finished, handing back Ricky’s credit card and a few room keys.

“I’m sure we will,” Ricky smiled back. “Thank you,” He thanked, dispersing the room keys to his band mates.

“Congratulations on the wedding again!” Miranda shouted to Chris before they got too far.

“Thank you!” He shouted back as they piled into the elevator, and ascended to the 12th floor.

~~~~~~

“Nope, alright,” Chris said as they approached a set of double doors. “That’s it, when we get to do a bachelor party for you, I’m paying for everything. This is already way too much, man. I mean first a trip to Vegas, which is already a fortune and a half, then a limo to take us to Vegas, then a suite on the top floor of an expensive ass hotel that has double doors. We’re aren’t rich enough to even be reserving a suite,” he said to Ricky, still not believing anything of what Ricky had done for him so far.

“Hey, you’re my best friend and you deserve this because you’re getting married to the love of your life,” Ricky said as he used his room key to open the doors.

“No, there is no way you’re getting out of this without a huge thank you,” Chris declared. “I’m repaying you for paying for my bachelor party by paying for yours when-slash-if that ever happens. That’s it, done, declared.”

“Can we just open the doors and get in already?” Ryan asked, clearly annoyed with his bickering bandmates.

“You guys can fight to the death over some form of repayment after the wedding,” Vinny finished, antsy to get inside the room.

And with that, Justin pushed the double doors open. And the inside of the room was absolutely insane.

If they thought the lobby was beautiful, the room they were staying in was absolutely gorgeous.

“Now this is Vegas!” Justin shouted as he perused the huge room.

It had a huge living room with a long sectional couch, a large coffee table, pillars holding the ceiling up, a huge mini bar with a tv in the centre of it, huge windows, a little breakfast nook, three bedrooms like the receptionist said was included, 5 really nice bathrooms with walk-in showers—3 of which were built into all 3 bedrooms—, and a huge balcony overlooking the huge city.

“The chick said this was all one suite, right?” Vinny asked, looking around at the beautiful room, still holding his bags.

“Fucking hell,” Chris muttered as he took in the beauty of the room he and his groomsmen/bandmates would be staying in. “Seriously, I can’t thank you guys enough for this. Or should I be saying, “Thank you, Ricky”?” he thanked with a laugh.

“You’re welcome, only ‘cause I love you and, because uh, Zeppelin said she’d strangle me with my shoelaces if something happens to you,” Ricky said back as he set his bags down next to the sectional. “So, only the best.”

“Is that why you’re being so generous and refusing to let me pay for anything?” Chris asked. “Because my almost wife threatened to kill you if I got hurt?”

“Hey, no offence but your almost wife is absolutely terrifying when she’s upset.”

Chris chuckled. “Yeah, you don’t wanna get in a fight with her, that’s for sure.”

“Alright, who’s bunking with who?” Ryan asked. “And no one say with Chris. He gets his own room, it’s only fair.”

“C’mon, you guys don’t have to do that just because I’m getting married. Hell, you guys didn’t have to do half the little stuff we’ve done already.” Chris defended, only for Justin to pipe up.

“No he’s right. You’re the groom, you’re getting your own room whether you like it or not,” he declared. “Alright, everyone unpack then get dressed, be ready in half an hour, we’re getting drunk tonight.”

“Woah, hold up,” Chris interrupted. “Zeppelin said not to turn this into The Hangover. Not sure it’s a good idea to drink all night.”

“C’mon man, it’s your bachelor party. Who doesn’t drink at a bachelor party?” Justin questioned. “Better yet, who doesn’t drink at their own bachelor party?”

“He’s got a point,” Ricky muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. “But I would think we’d have the self control to not make this like The Hangover. And it’s not like any of us are stupid enough to buy anything from a random guy outside a liquor store and I don’t believe any of us have any type of connection to Mike Tyson, unless you invited him to the wedding to sing One Night in Bangkok,” he joked, making everyone chuckle.

“Trust me, I did not.”

“Ok so then let’s just get dressed up, go down to the restaurant then see how we’re feeling after eating. Just let us spoil you for the next 48 hours. Alright?”

“Alright.”

~~~~~~

And 30 minutes later, the guys were down in the restaurant-bar, and, of course, Justin ordered everyone a shot of whiskey.

“Alright, let’s make a toast,” he began, lifting his shot glass as everyone else did the same. “To Chris and Zeppelin, may tonight be a night we’ll never forget before the beginning of a very happy, healthy marriage.”

“Cheers.”

“Thanks man.”

But just you wait because Justin’s toast was only the beginning of a night that they guys will never want to remember. Or just never remember in general.

Because the next morning, Justin woke up in one of the 3 walk-in showers, soaking wet, with a half empty bottle of bourbon in his hand.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered as his eyes fluttered back shut, before snapping back open as he sat up and violently looked around the room for any sign of a tiger. That was not there. “Fuck, thank god,” he muttered again before slowly standing up and trying not to slip and fall, his neon green hair a rats nest.

Just by looking at the bathroom, he could tell they did the one thing Zeppelin told them not to do as he did what he could to wring out his wet clothes. How he ended up in a shower was completely beyond him.

Slowly, Justin stumbled out of the bathroom and into the main room.

Which was absolutely trashed.

“Fucking Christ,” he whispered to himself as he looked around the room, clearly very hungover, his dress shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned and a huge hole in a leg of his jeans.

As he tried his best to remember what happened last night, he tripped over something in the process.

Or rather, he tripped over someone because there laid Ryan, only wearing his jeans and a hoodie.

Slowly sitting up, Ryan slowly became aware of what just kicked him in his ribs. “What the fuck…?”

“Sorry man,” Justin apologized, panting with his hands on his hips as he looked around for everyone else.

“What the fuck happened?” Ryan asked, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. Justin just sighed.

“I’m-uh, I’m pretty sure, *breath*, we did exactly what Zeppelin didn’t want us to do,” he answered, continuing to peruse the destroyed room with a yawn. “You okay man?” He asked Ryan, who was now crouched over, holding onto a pillar to keep himself upright.

“No, I am in so much pain right now,” he muttered, blinking a few times before looking around the room as well. “Anyone else in here? Why are you wet?”

“I woke up in the damn shower,” Justin sighed as he scanned the room before falling on Ricky, who was absolutely passed out on the couch.

With a bruised and busted face, his dress shirt stained with his own blood on the collar.

“God damn,” Justin muttered as he stumbled towards the couch. “Rick?”

No response.

“Rick,” Justin said again a little louder than gently shook Ricky awake, who then immediately jumped in his seat.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his voice very deep, which makes sense as he just woke up. “Why are you all wet?”

“You got a black eye, man,” Justin said, not answering Ricky’s question while looking around for something reflective then landing on a silver platter. “Did you get in a damn fist fight?” He asked, handing Ricky the platter.

“Fucking Christ,” Ricky muttered, dropping the shiny object and rubbing his eyes before realizing the amount of pressure he was putting on his injured one. “Ow! Fuck.”

“Well at least you’re not missing any teeth,” Justin muttered, his hands holding his head up, his elbows propped up on his knees.

“Oh my god,” Ryan groaned, crashing down onto the other end of the big couch, his face in his hands. “What the fuck did we do? How much did we drink?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Justin muttered, also crashing next to Ricky and still holding his hand on his forehead, feeling the headache coming.

The three guys remained silent for a few minutes before the sound of something falling scared the shit out of them. “Jesus Chri-!”

Slowly, they all stood up from the couch and made their way over to where they heard the crash.

And there was Vinny, face down on the floor and slowly waking up in front of the table. Which he must have just fell off of.

Quickly, Ricky and Justin ran over to help him up as Ryan looked around the room for Chris.

But seeing no sign of him…

“Fuck Rick, what happened to your face?” Vinny asked as he slowly managed to stand up with Ricky’s hand on his back.

“No fucking idea, dude,” Ricky sighed. “You ok?”

“Uh, guys?” Ryan asked as Justin was helping Vinny into another chair.

“What?” Ricky questioned, taking a seat in one of the chairs, having found a cold can of something he was now holding to his eye.

“Where’s Chris?”

And that’s when they all looked at each other before immediately panicking.

“Shit!” Justin panicked, jumping over the couch and coffee table rather than going around before he busted into Chris’ room.

But the groom was not in his bed.

“He’s not in his room,” Justin said to the other three who were looking everywhere they could.

They looked in the bathrooms, the other two bedrooms, everywhere they could think of.

“He’s not here!”

“Fuck!” Ricky yelled, his hands clutching his head before turning around to his bandmates. “We did exactly what Zeppelin told us not to do! It’s The Hangover Part 4, Motionless In White edition!”

“Alright, alright,” Vinny said from the table. “Let’s not panic, let’s not panic. We don’t know that for sure. He could have just went down to the pool for breakfast. Who has a phone on them?”

The guys began feeling around for a phone in their pockets, which Ryan found his. “I got it!” He shouted as he immediately dialled Chris’ number.

It rang for a few seconds before the guys heard Chris’ ringtone coming from the balcony.

Vinny immediately ran out to the balcony, and there was Chris’ phone on the table outside.

And still no Chris.

“God damn it!” He yelled, coming back into the room. “It is The Hangover!”

“Fuck!” Ricky shouted from the bar, slamming his fist down on the counter. “Zeppelin’s gonna kill me.”

“No she’s no—,” Justin tried to intervene before Ricky interrupted him.

“Do not say she’s not going to kill me!” He growled. “She said that if she finds out that I lost her almost husband, she’s hanging me with me guts! I’m not scared of many things but let me tell you this, Zeppelin scares the shit out of me when she’s pissed! I’m his best man, it was my job to make sure Chris stayed alive, she made that very clear! And I very clearly failed!”

“Will you just calm down?! We don’t know if he’s dead or not!” Ryan shouted from the window. “We just don’t know where he is. The wedding is at 1:00 tomorrow, so we have until then to find Chris and get back to L.A. We can figure this out.”

“Thank you, Ryan,” Justin thanked sarcastically, only making Ricky glare at him. “Alright, let’s think about this. What was the last thing everyone remembers?” He asked, looking around for a pen and piece of paper.

“Well I remember going down to the bar then you got us each a shot, then we went to the casino and played blackjack, and, uh, the last thing I remember was you shaking me awake and telling me I have a black eye.”

Justin took a deep breath. “Alright, Ryan, what do you remember?”

Ryan shrugged. “You tripping over me,” he glowered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

“Alright, will you get off my ass about that? I didn’t know you were there,” Justin grumbled. “Vin? You remember anything that doesn’t involve me?”

Vinny shook his head with a yawn. “I don’t remember anything after blackjack, I hardly remember going to play.”

“Alright well at least we have something we can go off of,” Justin said as he began to button his shirt. “Lets go down to the casino and see if anyone recognizes us and ask if they’ve seen Chris.”

~~~~~~

Let me know what you guys think! Part 2 will hopefully be up soon. If you have any ideas on what I should put in part 2, leave a comment or reblog with a suggestion!

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, 113 (Jan. 23, 1988) - “Angel One”

Written by: Patrick Barry Directed by: Michael Rhodes

The Breakdown

The Enterprise picks up on a distress signal from a freighter called ‘The Odin’ that went missing a few years back, so they decide to check out the nearest M-Class planet (ie, capable of sustaining life) to see if the survivors made it that far.  It turns out they did, but the problem is the survivors all happened to be men, and the planet they landed on is run by a matriarchal oligarchy that objectifies the males, and believes they should accept their place as slutty-play-things-without-rights.  Naturally the Odin survivors (being enlightened federation folk) take issue with this on-the-nose-metaphor, and go public with their opinions, resulting in a social justice movement (which we are told about but never actually see). 

Beata (The ‘Elected-one’ aka the ruler), agrees to let the Odin survivors go, since that would silence the dissenters, but not before getting Riker to spend the night with her, which he’s all-too-happy to oblige (she may be a misandrist, but Riker will not pass up on some perfectly good… diplomatic relations).  While Riker flounces around in a pretty little get up (all an essential part of the diplomacy), Tasha and Deanna talk to the survivors who refuse to leave since they have families now.  Their unwillingness to leave results in a death sentence, to which Riker is like, “Fuck this, lets just beam everyone out of here”.  Unfortunately the Enterprise is having it's own issues.

Back on the ship, a nasty virus has broken out, which has incapacitated most of the crew  (There’s also some stuff about Romulans, but none of that really amounts to anything) Anyways, since beaming everyone to the Ship is out of the question, and the executions are imminent, Riker makes a nice little speech to Beata about how “evolving world views are necessary for any civilization and maybe don’t be so mean to your men?” Somehow that works, and Beata decides to stay the executions on the condition that the survivors-and-their-families all go far away to a less pleasant continent (where they’ll be too busy surviving to worry about human rights). She reasons that if she can’t stop change at least she can slow it to a crawl, and everyone is like “Yay, what a progressive sentiment.” The end.

The Verdict

I’m not sure sure where to start with this episode, but I guess I’d have to say that the script just seems clueless. We’re shown a sexist matriarchy that is seemingly meant to mimic our own patriarchy, but it’s so broad that it fails to capture any nuance whatsoever. It’s also pretty telling that the feminine coded men of Angel One are all written as vapid, jealous, emotional, and devoid of any real agency; not unlike most of the women characters from this season so far. It’s well known that the women cast struggled with how their characters were portrayed, especially during the earlier seasons. I don’t know if ‘Angel One’ was one of the offending episodes, but it certainly throws its weight towards confirming the pattern.

1 star (out of 5)

Stray observations

Remember folks. It’s okay to hook up with a brazenly sexist dictator if they’re hot.

Tasha thinks Riker looks sexy in his skimpy-frilly-outfit and states it outright. Now I’m not one for kink shaming, but that’s not a very professional thing to say to your commanding officer.

Geordie gets to sit in the Captains chair. Nice.

Season-one-Worf is kind of adorable, like a pitbull. He’s big and strong looking, but just a teddy bear deep down. His scenes with Geordie on the bridge are so wholesome.

The prime directive sure is confusing. I thought the rule was that any pre-warp society is off limits, but Angel One is said to be equivalent to our mid-to-late 20th century. Apparently, the federation made contact with them 60 years ago, and that was okay because it didn’t involve a starship? I feel like the Prime Directive must have been a concept the writers were still figuring out. Then again, the Federation does seem to have some fairly arbitrary rules.