We’ve had to survive delays, we’ve had to survive the fandom, we’ve had to survive the manga. We’ve had to go through some really though times, there are some who left us, some who gave up, some who didn’t make it; but we’ve pulled through, we’ve all kept fighting until today. Just like Eren and the Survey Corps, always outnumbered, always outgunned, faced with bigger and bigger obstacles. And then, in chapter 50, all hope seemed lost. Everyone was dying. Everyone was failing. Everyone had given up, because it was the corps greatest challenge yet, or, as Erwin and Jean put it, it was truly hell.
Is this not the same for us? After all those delays and whatnot, we’re mere days from season 2 and…BOMBSHELL, only twelve episodes. It’s unfair, it’s bullshit, it’s depressing as hell. But out there on those fields, even though all hope was lost and he was powerless against the one enemy he had wanted to defeat all this time, Eren gained the strength to get up, Eren didn’t give up, which resulted in a flawless victory for the Survey Corps. So how about it? Let us pull through this cour drama, and lets focus on whats ahead of us! An insanely anticipated, gorgeously animated arc full of feels, failures, victories, and awesomeness.
Let’s not lose hope in the final moments before we can achieve victory. The night is darkest just before dawn, and dawn is coming. As long as we keep fighting, we haven’t lost.
When you see a Black Hole 10000 times larger than our Sun and leave the spaceship to take a picture ✔✔💯👀📷🎥📹
When you accidentally fall into a Black Hole from your spaceship, but are okay with your inevitable death 😨😱😆😂
When the pilot sees you get incinerated at the event horizon,
due to “Hawking’s Radiation”, and only your ashes are left. 💀💀👀😭👎👎
When you realize you didn’t instantly die because you passed through the event horizon unarmed, due to Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity, and the gravitational pull of this huge black hole isn’t strong enough to spaghettify you, so you end up experiencing “Einstein’s Happiest Thought” bc you’re peacefully floating forward in time unharmed (until you eventually die at the singularity).
When you existing in two places at the same time defy the law of Physics, stating information cannot be cloned.
When you remember because of Quantum Physics, information cannot be lost, therefore; all traces of your existence has to be left outside the black hole (ashes) even though you are alive and well inside the black hole.
When it turns out you aren’t violating this law of Physics because only one of you exists in both you and the pilot’s reality, and there is no one around to prove the existence of two of you.
When the copilot, still in shock, doesn’t want to believe you’re dead, so they try to look inside the black hole themselves, from safe distance, utilizing Quantum mechanics rather than relativity.
When the copilot has something up their sleeve called “Spooky action-at-a-distance” which allows them to collect samples of your ashes, to see what info its entangled with, in order to determine if you’re alive or if all your remains are across Hawking’s Radiation.
When you know no matter the answer, it will either break General Relativity or defy the laws of Quantum Mechanics.
When science and technology isn’t fast enough or advanced enough to decode the entangled information, so no one will ever know if you’re really dead or alive bc the Black Hole will be long gone by then.
~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡
The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.
I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.
It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.
I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.
"I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“
I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.
"My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.
"Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.
"Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.
Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.
I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.
Do you still wanna talk?
My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.
I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.
“Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.
The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.
I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.
I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.
“(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”
Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”
His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.
“You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”
I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.
“I like you.”
I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”
“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”
I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.
“Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.
“I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”
“Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”
He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”
“So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”
“Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”
“Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.
“Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”
Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.
“How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”
I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.
“You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”
Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.
“Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.
“No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”
He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.
“Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.
“You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”
Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.
“I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”
There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.
Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.
He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.
His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”
His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.
I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.
“Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.
“Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.
I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.
“Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.
“I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.
“Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.
“I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”
I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”
He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.
My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.
“I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.
I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.
Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.
“Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”
He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.
“Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.
My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.
My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.
“Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.
“You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.
The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.
But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.
“Harry stepped in, his head almost touching the sloping ceiling,
and blinked. It was like walking into a furnace: Nearly every thing
in Ron’s room seemed to be a violent shade of orange: the bedspread,
the walls, even the ceiling.”
Also known as The One Where The Entire Galaxy Realises Obi-Wan Needs To Be Mothered
Summary: As above. Mildly crack. Mostly my favourite combo of angst + humour. Oneshot. Early/mid-Clone Wars. (I have no excuse but it was very liberating to write something as tropey as possible so…)
Really, in hindsight, that particular event shouldn’t have made the war-reels.
But it did.
As it turned out, there had been a holonet war correspondent on board The Negotiator when Ki-Adi-Mundi and Obi-Wan Kenobi returned from the second battle of Geonosis; already, the hangar had been aflutter with whispers that the landing at Point Rain had not gone well.
The journalist had carefully leant out from behind a supply crate (he is technically not allowed in here, he knew), and raised his holocam at the exact moment an oil-streaked, blood-spattered LAAT/i scraped open its doors to reveal a russet-haired Jedi general, clad in equally russet robes.
A general that took two halting steps forward before collapsing onto his knees, blood splattering across the duracrete from lips muffled by a dirt-streaked gauntlet.
Shouts rang out across the hangar’s oil-slicked floor; General Mundi crouched beside Kenobi, hand on his counterpart’s shoulder, whispering words that were lost in said counterpart’s hacking coughs - Kenobi sounded as though he was disgorging half the contents of his chest.
The journalist’s shock at seeing a High Jedi General reduced to this state had not impeded his holocam from recording everything.
And slowly, the holonet correspondent had realised that Kenobi’s robes were not supposed to be dyed russet.
Engine oil.Blood, too. Mostly blood.
Now, after a veritable army of medics have lifted General Kenobi onto a hover-stretcher and whisked him away, the journalist flips open his holocam display and reviews the footage.
He pulls a wadge of stickli-root gum out of his pocket and jams it in his mouth, chewing eagerly as he slinks back down the hallways to his cabin. He is not stupid; his superior will want to see this. But that being said…if his boss deems it unfit for the war reels, footage of this particular subject will fetch a very high price indeed.
He smells profit, indeed - even if for the moment, it smells like stickli-root.
The footage hits the holonet three days later, and instantly crosses the galaxy faster than a Hutt power-coup through the information black market.
My school is crap, they never think how burden for the student who lives 400 miles away from home,
It tooks 5 hours journey back and forth by bus, and they holiday was only from 20th to 22nd.
20th we left school about 4Pm, arrived the station around 9 to 10PM. We only spent only a day with a family and close friend nearby, which isnt enough, with tons of homeworks they asked us to do.
But honestly i never did one of the homework because i think the report need to analysis, not using my logical ideas. And I havent gone out to analyse the enterprise logo for my assignment because i have to go medical checkup. I hope this excuses will accept to my art teacher.
And the other thing, my school should have extended the holiday until monday because this monday is a public holiday for malaysian (idk if other country has it as well). But my school principal force us to come back to school this Saturday (which is today in my time) and attend school by tomorrow, if the student come back late they will mark as absent for no reason.
Which is really frustrating for a student who lives very far, that they need to come back to school before 6pm. If they late for just an hour, they will get blacklisted for having an outing with their family on weekends .
So yeah, im just ranting about my school. Which i really hate it so much because the system works are unacceptable. And one thing is my school is a scam as well, they took all the cash prizes from the student who have won the art contest, i was one of them as well. And i really dont want to participate any art contest under my school’s name because of that.
Bleh, enough of this talk.
My parents and I right now is dealing with the bus deiver
I decided that I needed to see what was going on with the whole Gil romance, not just rely on word-of-mouth. So now I have words and need to get said words out of my system before I can think of going to bed.
It wasn’t as bad as I feared, though if you want to read that as damning with faint praise, you’re not wholly wrong.
I just… You know, yeah, sure, gays having kids and a family, sure, there’s a thumb to heteronormativity there. BUT, and this is the big thing, starting this family isn’t Gil’s idea. Jill springs it on him. This is HER idea. He makes an off-handed remark about how ‘making babies’ is a thing, but we don’t really hear him talking about this being a want of his - he says himself, he’s a ‘live in the moment’ kind of person. He doesn’t plan for the future that much.
Any thumb to heteronormativity is negated by the fact that this isn’t something that Gil necessarily wants, that he is not the one who goes ‘I’d like to have a kid, Jill, if you’re willing, would you be the mother of my kid?’ He’ll come around to the idea, sure, but it’s not his to start with. It’s Jill saying ‘hey best friend I tease about making my job as a reproductive tech harder, wanna be the father of my babies?’ And that’s actually a red flag when it comes to becoming a parent. One of Ryder’s VERY. VALID. points is that this isn’t the kind of decision you can undo or casually walk away from. This is more than a decision. It’s a commitment. One that you can’t back out of - once a child is conceived, with the intent of carrying it through to term, you are bound to that child.
And the simple fact is there are more than a few gay people and couples out there who are content with not having a family. Like we recognize early on ‘traditional family life isn’t going to happen, to have kids is going to involve a lot of work and steps to get there,’ and there’s a lot of people who see that work and effort, see that time and effort and energy needed to expend on the business of having kids, and say it’s not something they’re willing to go through. Having children is not a be all end all for everyone, gay and straight alike.
And ultimately, this really makes Gil’s story, his character arc, revolve more around Jill - Jill makes the decision that she’s going to have a kid and tosses fathering it in Gil’s lap. It’s not about him deciding to start a family, it’s someone else deciding to enlist his help in her effort to start one. It sorta makes me feel like I need to only romance him, in every playthrough of Andromeda I ever have, just to keep him from being backed into a corner on this.
Because it IS her pressuring him - he talks about how she gives him shit about ‘making her job harder,’ and, yeah, all our information about their friendship is through him, there are friendships like that, yadda, yadda, WHAT WE HAVE IN THE CANON TEXT is that she pressures him, regardless of how much or how little she means it, and then, after all of that, proceeds to drop this in his lap, with a seeming expectation that he’ll go along with it. Honestly? What is Gil getting out of this supposed friendship? Cuz it hasn’t done anything for him lately.
This isn’t Gil’s story. It’s not about him wanting a kid but not having been ready or willing before to take the plunge, or about him getting past any abandonment issues to commit to being a father. Jill is the one who has decided to be a parent, and her first instinct is ‘I’m gonna drag my gay best friend along for the ride!’ There’s no thumb to heteronormativity in that. That just reduces Gil into an accessory for this straight woman who appears for two minutes tops of screentime.
If I’m charitable, I’d call this well-meaning but misguided. Given the overall treatment of m/m relationships in Andromeda, I am not inclined to be charitable.
Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.
A/N: I’ve been wanted to write this for the longest time, and the movie Friends with Benefits was on so I took it as a sign that it was time to write it. I already have the next few parts written and ready to post, so if y’all like it you won’t have to wait long for the next part.
Warnings: light smut I guess
“Can I just be brutally honest for the next few minutes,” I ask Steve leaning back in the chair opposite of his desk.
“When aren’t you,” Steve laughs not looking up from the reports he was looking over.
“I miss sex,” I say. Steve clears his throat and sets down the papers before looking up at me with a raised brow. “I’m serious,” I say. “Being an Avenger is great and everything, but you have no idea how much it has interfered with my sex life.”
“And why are you telling me this,” Steve asks.
“Because you are my best friend,” I smile. “And I know you can relate.”
“Why is that,” he asks.
“Because as your best friend I know that you haven’t gotten a good lay in a much longer time than me.”
“Well that’s just how this line of work is,” Steve sighs. “There is no time for a relationship.”
“I don’t need a relationship Steve,” I frown. “I just need a really good lay every once in a while. You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never wished there didn’t have to be an emotional connection for you to get one out of your system.”
“Like a booty call,” Steve asks.
“I’m surprised you know what that is,” I raise an eyebrow, “but no, not really a booty call, but something similar. Something like friends with benefits.”
“The benefits being sex?”
“Yes exactly,” I grin. “You said so yourself, in this line of work there is no time for relationships, all I want is a friend who would do me a favor every once in a while, and by favor I mean sex.”
“Do you really think you can find some one to fit the bill?”
“I have someone in mind that will be perfect for the position,” I smile standing up and walking around to Steve’s side of the desk.
“I just want to go home. If I could go home, I would. I miss rain and splashing in puddles.” He missed the sound it made as it drummed against the roof, the sound of his siblings sleeping drowned out against the downpour. He missed straining to hear the sound of the ocean waves, and even when he couldn’t find it, he knew they were there.
He missed holding up his face to the sky as it roared, feeling each drop wash over him. He even missed Mama getting mad when he came back home, tracking in mud and rainwater, before she lectured him while drying him off.
Summary: Two time Formula One champion Steve Rogers faced one of his worst fears during his race in Austin, TX.
A/N: I dont know what this is, okay, this had been stuck in my head for days ever since I found out that Sebastian Vettel is having a kid and ahhhhh I just really need to get it out of my system. Sorry for so many racing terms I chuck in there.
Funny how the universe
always finds a way of healing wounds and one of its greatest band-aids is time.
Three Years Later, New York City…
The scent of the air was definitely different,
but the energy of New York is a different break from Seoul. You dragged your
small suitcase behind you and searched for a familiar face in the sea of people
who were also waiting for the other arrivals. You spot a petite figure holding
up a cute card with your name on it.
She waves happily, “언니!”
You wave back and approached her with light
steps. “Dachi! Long time no see!” You give her a one-armed hug which
she returned gleefully.
“Ah, you’re really here! Feels like
yesterday when we were overthinking this whole trip.” She laughed as
she expertly led you through the airport. “You have to tell me everything!
Aren’t you starving? Wanna grab a quick bite first or should we go straight
where your boyfriend is?”
“He can wait. I need some food in my
system.” You chuckled, while you did miss him, food comes first.
“So… How’s New York? You look like you’ve adjusted pretty well over the
Dachi shrugs pompously and you ruffle her hair.
“I’m still me but if it weren’t for your English lessons, I would’ve
evaporated.” She hails a cab and you quickly give directions to your
boyfriend’s shared flat where you will be staying for the next two weeks.
“There’s a really great pizza place near the flat. You should eat nothing
but New York pizza today. I’ll treat you!”
You laugh and look out the window, suddenly
recalling how your strange friendship with Dachi began. After the whole ruckus,
Dachi had gone back to school and established her fame as a genius pianist in
the university and Jin, being the nosey pants that he was, assigned you to cover
Dachi’s story for one of his final student council projects. You learned then
that she was just young and prone to stupidity and that you were being petty
for harboring a grudge against a person who only loved to the point of
Apologies were made, introductions were properly
redone and the rest was history.
You were so lost in the memories that you hadn’t
noticed that you’ve arrived.
“You have a key, right?” Dachi asked
as you two ascended the stairs. She left you to grab something in her flat
which was only two floors above your boyfriend’s.
You took in the idyllic room, remembering his
strict instructions not to open the blue door on the right because that was his
roommate’s room and go to the white one on the other side instead. Twisting the
door open, you smiled at the immediate sight that greeted you. The room was
simple and bright, much like his personality. On the bed was a bear wearing
your shirt and a bouquet of peonies.
You set your bags in a corner and went to his
desk,. Finally recognizing the background, as you stood by it, that you’ve seen
through countless video calls. Framed pictures of your selcas with him and that
one artsy shot of you looking at each other taken by Hoseok’s girlfriend. You
invited yourself over to the bed and took out the card from the peonies.
‘Ah… I have to say something
romantic, but I want to see you as soon as possible, so get out of the house
now.’ It said and you laughed like a lunatic.
“Y/N-unnie, let’s go! We’re
going to be late.” Dachi’s voice rang through the apartment and you immediately
grabbed your carry-on bag to meet her in the hallway. You linked your arms with
her as you descended into the streets of downtown New York once more and though
Dachi frowned at your choice of pizza, she chatted animatedly about her life in
New York and her stint as a pianist for the New York City Ballet Orchestra as
you both walked towards your next destination.
“Oh, by the way, Yoongi sends his regards. I guess it’s his
way of saying, ‘Hi, I’m fine. Hope you’re doing okay.’” You cut through her
story about missing japchae and k-pop. You saw how she tried to hide the blush
that crept on her cheek. It was undeniable that she was still crushing on
Yoongi after all these time.
“D-Did he really say that?” she sputtered out as you crossed
at an intersection.
“Gosh, you’re so cute.” You remarked and she shot you a look
before you finally said, “Yes! He’s sending his regards, but I hope you don’t
get your hopes up ‘coz he’s dating someone.”
“Wh-Who said I was getting my hopes up?” she huffed and let
go of your arm pretending to be mad as she walked ahead of you.
You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, pulling
out your phone to send a quick text when you bumped into someone, briefly
losing your balance until the other person steadied you.
“Y/N?” His deep voice was as alluring as he tried to meet
“Namjoon! What a coincidence, I was just about to text you.”
You both exchanged a friendly embrace before pulling away to take in each other’s
appearance. He was in a dapper suit with his signature glasses and sleeked back
hair. “You look great!”
“Really?” He averted your gaze easily, the way he always did
when he received compliments, and flashed you a dimpled smile when he
recovered. “Thanks, so do you! It’s great to see you here in New York, Y/N and
congratulations on landing that job by the way, I knew you’d get it.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten it without your help, Joonie.” You laughed,
the old nickname immediately surfacing without a hint of awkwardness.
“What help? It was pure coincidence, but makes me think how small
the world is. When my girlfriend saw your resume, she simply asked me out of
chance and how can I not put in a good word for you after everything we’ve been
through?” he shrugged, taking a sip out of a coffee cup that he’s been holding.
“You mean how I slaved under your office during senior year,
Mr. President? You know what, looking back, you do owe me a few things.” You teased
and he easily snickered along. “Anyway, let’s catch up soon? I’ll be going to
the company to sign a few papers on Monday anyway.”
“Yeah, sure! Just let me know. I’m busy with transferring to
the new firm and all that, but I can make time.”
“Okay, see you around.” You passed by each other, but when
you were a few paces ahead, you turned around and called, “Hey, Attorney Kim!”
He turned to look at you with an amused smile at his
newfound nickname, “I’m not an attorney yet!”
“You will be!” you held up your best ‘fighting’ pose and he
shook his head in embarrassment. When he already pivoted on his way, you said
in the sincerest manner, “Thank you for being my friend, Namjoon-ah.”
Suddenly, you felt Dachi grab your elbow and drag you in the
opposite direction, “Let’s go! You’re so slow.”
In a matter of moments, moments that didn’t prepare you at
all for the sudden influx of emotions, you were sitting in front of a stage where
hours later, a huge winter gala will be held. Dachi winked at you and beamed as
she sat on the piano bench. The lights dimmed and the music played for the rehearsal
of one of New York’s finest dance companies. Your heart was drumming a faster
rhythm than the piano accompaniment and your fingers were twitching in
anticipation until finally, you saw him.
With his silver hair and fair skin, his dainty fingers… all
clad in black as he flew onstage where he always felt like a thousand miles
away and yet, you knew that’s exactly where he belongs. He didn’t belong to
you, he never did. You were someone whose hands he held along the way and when
the time came, you were the first to set him free.
And yet there you were because you said you can wait. When
the music came to an end, he didn’t even spare a second and jumped off the
stage, barefoot and short of breaths. He closed the distance between you in
three, easy strides and gathered you in his arms to kiss you. You tried to meet
him halfway, launching yourself towards him and wrapped him tight in your
His kiss was as sweet as that first drunken night years ago
and your veins sung for his name as you both inhaled each other’s scent.
Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin… your head went
completely white and only his passion-colored name was imprinted in your
thoughts as he kissed you deeper, his tongue caressing yours in an urgent
manner. He would not have pulled away if the dance company and the orchestra
hadn’t started applauding. Most of them hollering in disbelief at how cute,
bubbly Jimin was locking lips with a girl they’ve never met before.
Goosebumps covered your arms when his eyes met yours. “Hi.” He
barely said in his sweet tone before he went in for another kiss. “Y/N, my Y/N,
you’re here.” He chanted against the crook of your neck as held you close. “I
missed you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”
You could tell from the way his voice cracked that he was
close to tears while you were already shedding them. “You’re so clingy. We just
haven’t seen each other for one and a half year…” You muttered against his
chest. “…one and a half year that felt like it was 10.”
“I know, finally.” He kissed you again then kissed your
forehead. “Finally, I’m right where I belong.”
“Here in this hall?”
“No, with you.” You laughed at his cheesy remark, but your
heart swelled at the thought that he was longing for you as much as you were
longing for him. “You’re home, my own personal home.”
“Welcome home, then, love.” You smiled and he wiped your
And when the lights, the music, the glitter and the noise of
New York City died down that night, you only listened to the sound of each
other’s heart as you lay in bed, skin to skin, lips to lips.
You chose a path and you were glad that it led to that one
exact moment in the lifetime of moments you wish to share with Jimin.
End of Epilogue.
Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?
a/n: Hey lifetime of moments anon, I finally used your
phrase! Lol here’s the epilogue I had the idea to make it longer and more
comprehensive, but I guess this captured what I wanted to tell. Not my best to be honest, but… ah, I don’t
have excuses. byeeeee