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Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts

hey fam, ‘tis I, your favorite Yuri!!! on Ice trashbag and pro fic reader, back at it again with the fanfic posts!

I’m coming at you today with playlists for both of @kazliin‘s Rivals fics! If you haven’t read them, you should come out from whatever rock you’re living under and surrender to this angsty one-sided-hate-sex AU. Here I have two lists of song recommendations to pair with these stories, handpicked from my own Spotify playlists - so brace yourself for a lot of chill indie electropop/rock, I suppose. I tend to think in songs so a lot of these came to mind as I was reading them, while others I picked later. There’s one for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and one for Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts! Please enjoy and pray for my poor sons, who just can’t seem to communicate with each other.

Rivals // UMFB&MHA - YouTube | Spotify

Rivals // OBS&BH - YouTube | Spotify

Fuck yeah I made these graphics. Or at least, I put them together. The Yuuri image and both snowy backgrounds came from Google; the Victor image, I painstakingly rendered myself. When I say I spent way too much time on this I mean it, y’all.

Song notes under the cut!! (Warning: notes contain spoilers for UMFB&MHA and OBS&BH up to chapter 3)

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Don’t Leave Me

AN: Everyone knew Suga was in love with her. He just didn’t want to say it, that was- until she was going to leave. 

Y/N was nearing the end of her time at BigHit as BTS’ personal assistant. She shared her job with a noona, and they split the band between them. Y/N was in charge of Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin’s schedule whilst noona took care of the others. 

Y/N was feeling optimistic about leaving, she was going to go to college to study English Literature after taking a year out to figure what she really wanted to do. During that time, she was mostly running after Min Yoongi who couldn’t get his but out of bed to get to interviews, or seemed to pester her with the most obscure requests. She was his PA, but his requests were the most obscure things anyone could ever come up with. The other guys weren’t like that, and it seemed that he took fun in specifically getting her to do these things. Sometimes he could be the sweetest person ever to exist for her too, which often meant he was hot or cold. His mood changed like rapid seasons around her. 

He also seemed to like teasing her, sometimes it went over board and Y/N ended up on the verge of tears not too long ago.


“Is he cute?” Noona PA asked, as Y/N let it out that she had a date tonight set up with a mutual friend of theirs during lunch. But now, whilst the guys were getting their hair and makeup done did noona PA decide to ask her about it out of the blue. 

Y/N blushed. 

“Ah, young love! What are you going to wear? Sexy, cute, preppy, vintag-” Noona PA asked, too loudly for Y/N’s liking. It got J-Hope’s attention. 

“Y/N whose the lucky guy?!” He semi asked-yelled. 

“I feel bad, this is all happening and you didn’t tell us.” J-Hope play pouted. 

“Yah, Y/N I think you should go for cute-sexy. If it were me, I would be captured and wanting to know more. “ Namjoon offered his thoughts on how she should dress for her date. He explained it with his hands, like she was some sort of concept. 

“Namjoon, If it was you, you’d spend most of the time going on about some theory that no one knows about.” Y/N teased back. 

“Aish. Whatever, just know that guys like cute-sexy.” He said.

Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“Who has a date? Y/N?” Suga asked, in a blunt voice that bluffed up. 

Y/N never knew how to react around him. He was sometimes hot and cold. Today, it seemed like cold. 

“Suga- hyung, what’s your opinion on what Y/N should wear on her date?” Jimin asked, smirking. 

Suga contemplated his answer. He wanted to say that she should wear that baseball top with the number 3 on it, paired with her black ripped skinny jeans and nike sneakers when he would pick her up to go and get pizza. 

“Nothing really makes a difference. Plain is plain.” He said nonchalantly. 

The rest of the guys rolled their eyes or silently huffed. They knew Suga had a thing going on for Y/N. He couldn’t express his feelings, or even try and convey it to her he had some feeling in general. 

J-Hope shot him a dirty look. He signalled that what he said was uncalled for. 

Y/N on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. She had to keep it together, since she was working. She tried her best, but felt her eyes about to pour out. Stripping it back by looking up, she willed herself to stay composed. Y/N didn’t know why his words sometimes cut through to her. 

“I think we should keep our personal lives, personal. Now, Namjoon- you have an interview for 4 today.” Y/N said diverting the topic. 

Suga was an asshole to her. Later that night, when Y/N was about to file their scripts from todays interview, she was surprised to see Suga standing in the doorway. 

“Can I help yo-” She was cut off by him. 

“Who is he?” 

“I’m sorry. I’m your PA. My life isn’t that interesting or necc-” She was cut off again.

“Answer my question. “ Yoongi said, taking a step towards her. 

“Why are you wearing that?” He asked, looking at the red ensemble she was in, paired with black stillettos. She looked enthralling. Yoongi wanted to be the only one to see her legs. Not whatever frat boy she’d be going to see tonight after work.

Scrap that, Yoongi thought to himself. There was no way in hell he was letting her out of his sight, dressed like that for someone else. 

“I need you to help me tonight.” Yoongi said, about to lower himself to a last resort.

“Please, Yoongi I really want to go out tonight.” Y/N half way begged. She couldn’t stand his how petty he was being. It was clear he was trying to mess up her night off. 

“Too bad. I call my monthly negotiation today.” Yoongi said, smirking. A monthly negotiation was when he could chose one day a month where his PA could be asked to stay with him to help beyond the hours they normally worked. 

Today was that day for Yoongi. 

“UGH. I hate you.”  

Even though Y/N didn’t end up on her date, Yoongi got her to order in pizza and made her sit down with him eating. To anyone else, it looked like they were having a date night in probably. Weirdly, she enjoyed herself even though she shouldn’t considering she was on the verge of tears not too long ago. Yoongi had this weird ability to make her feel like that, something was up; but Y/N didn’t want to think about it too much. It would complicate things. 

End of flash back 

“She looks like she’s seen herself in the mirror lately.” Think of the Devil and the devil shall appear, Y/N said to herself as none other than the guy who took over her nightmares said walking past her into his dressing room chair. 

The rest of the boys just huffed, annoyed at Yoongi’s blunt rudeness whenever he was around Y/N. Namjoon just wished he’d confess his feelings already, considering he spends so much time usually just talking about how ‘weird’ she is or asking about her to the other members. 

Y/N was now a bit more use to his random requests and bluntness, although he was polite to the other PA noona. 

She rolled her eyes and went back to the chart she was looking at to organise their schedules. 

“Yah, how am I going to live without Y/N when she goes to college?” Jimin huffed. 

“Why, someone finally let her in?” Suga asked, blunt as ever again. 

Jimin ignored him and Y/N usually just rolled her eyes, but no one doubted her intelligence.

“All five accepted me, including two USA ivy leagues.” The Ivy leagues were thanks to Namjoon’s helping when he could in preparation for the tests, but still- Yoongi just tried to make her seen incompetent. 

“So you don’t think BTS are good enough for you, is that why your’re leaving?” Yoongi asked, aggressively getting up from the chair he was about to sit on. 

“Nice to know you’ll miss me.” Y/N said without looking up from her sheet of schedules. 

“Get me the lyrics I left on the desk on the third floor from the other day.” Yoongi said, trying to seem unaffected. This was an example of the weird requests he had, which Y/N had no option but to do. She tried to be sassy about it at first, but now she was close to giving up. 

“Yes, your majesty.” She said under hear breath as she tried to find where an obscure bit of paper would now be in this giant building. 

Later that week 

“That’s the last of your things? I’m going to miss you.” Noona PA said, seeing Y/N pack the last of her things from her office into a big box. 

“I’ll be back this summer, we’ll go to Han River and watch fireworks. I promise.” Y/N said, knowing she’d be back from the US this summer once she got over all her exams. 

She couldn’t help but feel emotional saying goodbye. She had also said bye to the boys apart from Suga, who didn’t even bother looking at her. She bought all of them cupcakes that she made and was met with goodbye gifts from each of them. She said they’d go far, and it would be a matter of time before she’d wake up one morning in New York hearing BTS on Capital FM. 

Jungkook and J-Hope had let some tears loose, so she broke down saying her final goodbyes with them. They had become friends without her even realising, they all spoke about how it didn’t feel like Y/N was a member of staff to them, but like a sister.

“I’ll go check if your cars ready.” Noona PA said, excusing herself from the office. 

“Oh, Suga…” Y/N heard Noona PA say as she was about to leave. Noona PA looked back and forth between Y/N and Suga, deciding it was best to leave them. Noona PA wasn’t dumb, she knew Suga probably liked her, because he picked on her like a boy would pick on a girl he liked. 

“What is this?” Suga asked, stepping closer to Y/N and pointing at her two boxes. 

Y/N figured this was his weird way of saying good bye, so she got the spare cupcake she had made for him out. 

“Here. I know you don’t like me, but I just want you to know that I wish you the best. And-”

Y/N should have expected how he would cut her off by now.

“You’re not leaving.” He said, as-a-matter-of-fact like it was obvious. 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Okay…” She rolled her eyes, before it clicked he might pull another negotiation trick on her.

“Hey! No more negotiations, I’ve formally quit.” She warned.

“Quit?! How dare you! You can’t quit.” He yelled, which was rare. Suga’s voice going up octaves wasn’t something people usually saw or heard. Y/N nearly flinched. 

She was confused, his behaviour was ice cold at the moment.

“Aren’t BTS good enough for you? Is that why?” He took more steps towards her, closing in on her against a wall. 

“Why, Suga? Why do you care?” She asked, trying to keep composed. She wanted answers, this guy who seemed like he could spit on the ground she walked on was now looking at her like she was the focal point of his world. 

He laughed, which did something to Y/N she didn’t want to admit. 

“Aish. I can’t do this.” He said, pushing his head back and running his palm over his face. 

“Suga…” Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she reached out to touch him. 

“Don’t go.” Suga said, in a low voice. 

“Why? You have to tell me why…” Y/N said in a quiet voice. There had to be a reason why he was acting like this.

“I like you”. He said, their bodies so close they could be one person. 

Y/N’s eyes widened. 


“All this time, you treated me like absolute shit, you nearly made me, no in fact- made me cry on-” Classic Yoongi, cutting her off. This time, he took her into his arms and pressed a surprise kiss that Y/N warmed up to in seconds. 

Shut up. I was in love with you, you idiot”. Yoongi thought out aloud in the midst of his heated kiss. Y/N had gripped his shirt and was overcome with an unexpected need to be as close to him as possible. His gentle, calm, teasing kiss made her feel light headed. 

“I’m so confused by you Min Yoongi, we need to go through what’s going on in that head of yours.” Y/N said, forcing herself to break off. She had no clue why she kissed the guy who made her cry and feel like shit for months. In repressing how she thought Yoongi was attractive, suddenly she let herself feel what she felt towards him. 

Y/N felt like she had missed so much, like how he had a lop sided grin right now, like all that hatred that was bottled up had finally deflated. 

It was like looking at a new person, or the real Min Yoongi. 

He had said he was in love with her, which Y/N couldn’t get her head around. Yet, any fool who looked at his expression now could tell he looked like someone who was in love.

“From when you walked in to that room a year ago and introduced yourself, I thought you were cute. I watched you joke around with my hyungs, and saw you thoughtful you were. I saw how you helped people when you didn’t have to, but most of all- when you spoke to me. I realised that getting you riled up had become a past time of mine, but there was more, I-”

This time, Y/N cut Suga off for once. She could tell it wasn’t easy for him to pour his heart and soul out like that.

“It’s okay. I know.” She said, trying to make him feel better. 

Little did she know, that’s what people who are in love do. 


Jimin apologises for calling you clingy *Requested*

(Continued from texts) 

Jimin ran out of the house trying to look for you, he saw you sat on the park bench below the apartment you two lived in together staring at the messages that he had sent you, still crying. 

“Baby” he muttered kneeling and looking up at you.

“Go away.” 

“I’m sorry I really am, I swear that I didn’t mean it.”

“Prove it.”

“How would you like me to prove it?”

“Think of your own way to prove it.” without another word he leaned up and kissed me gently. I couldn’t stay mad at him.

“I love you b, please don’t be mad.” 

“I swear to god Jimin, next time you say that again I’m leaving you for good.” I said somewhat teasing him.

“It won’t happen again.”

“I love you idiot.”

“I’m your idiot, I love you so much and I’m sorry.”

When the show you love is coming to an end and you start thinking about not seeing your OTP again. So you go into their tag and start re-blogging everything while listening to their songs and going down the nostalgic memory lane. Then you watch their scenes over and over again while ugly sobbing. LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITHOUT THEIR LOVE? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND ANOTHER LOVE LIKE THEIRS?

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Misunderstanding? 6/?

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Genre: Angst/Fluff?
Pairing: ReaderxYoongi
Part 6/?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

‘Y/N… Let’s talk in the kitchen?’  I hear Yoongi say and just nod.

We walk to the kitchen and he asks me if I want to drink something. How can he be this calm? I look up at the clock: 5AM. Nice. I will look terrible tomorrow. My gaze wanders to the cup in front if me, which I left here earlier, and then continues to Yoongi who is looking at me as well.

'So? Do you want something? Maybe Ice Tea, we-’
'I still have some, thanks.’ I say and take a sip from it.
'Ah, I see..Uhm’

He ruffles through his hair. He always does that when he is unsure or nervous.

'Y/N..’ he says, obviously struggling. 'I don’t know where to start. I-’
'How about this: Who is this girl? Why was she in your room -no- in your bed?’

Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I was mad, sad, just done with this.

'Why were you embracing her like that? Why were you with her and not with me?’
'WHY..Why did you lie to me… Work? Do you call this work?’

'Y/N, let me expla-’

'Did you work on your physical condition or what kind of work is this Yoongi??? Maybe you can start ex-’


I stopped and looked at him. Tears, which cannot be stopped anymore, are rolling down my cheeks. He looks desperate. How terrible do I look, I wonder?

'Y/N… please listen. Let me explain. It was really a misunderstanding. Nothing happened. Do you hear me? Nothing!’

I calm down a little and look at him, still crying.

'Ugh..Ok. Ok, listen. Do you know how I told you about that classmate meeting a couple of weeks ago?’

I remember something. He continues talking.

'That was yesterday evening. I went there thinking our midnight date is tomorrow, well today. I got the dates mixed up so I went there to meet old friends. That woman in my bed? She is an old classmate of mine. We were all out together drinking and talking and she got like super drunk. Everyone left one by one and then we were only like 4 people left, I don’t really remember, but the point is that no one knew where she lives. Everyone else was also super drunk and they all have a wife at home so they can’t take her in.’

'So you just brought her here? A dorm with 7 guys?’

'Well, I had no other choice, it was getting late and I was so tired so I just brought her here’

'And to sleep with her in the same bed? Good move, very smooth’ I laughed at him. This is ridicilous.

'It wasn’t like that! Just listen for a second please, god. So, like I said before I brought her here yes, but I left her in the living room on the couch to sleep. She was wearing your slippers because that was the first thing she grabbed… I tried to take them away but it didn’t work, I am really sorry for all of that.’

'But how the hell did she end up in your bed Yoongi? Mind to explain that?’

'To be honest I am not to sure either. I went to the kitchen, drank some water, brought her everything she needed to sleep and went to sleep myself. I was so tired I fell asleep right away and since you didn’t answer I thought it would be fine. I never thought that you would come. I woke up and realised that she was sleeping in my bed and I woke her up right away and send her home. Then I saw all your things on the floor and guessed what happened… I swear to god Y/N, nothing, absolutely NOTHING happened, please believe me.. How could I ever cheat on you? You’re an angel, I love you, please don’t leave me’

He looked at me with sad and desperate eyes. Is this all true?
Hell, how stupid I feel right now. But there’s still something bothering me.

'Why did you lie to me that you were working?’

'I was afraid that you would get all of this wrong… and you would still come if I said I forgot about it so I thought working would be the best choice because you know how sensitive I am when it comes to my work…’

I am so stupid. He knows me better than I do know myself. So in the end it was all an misunderstanding? Was I really so stupid to just assume that he cheated on me without him explaining anything? Yoongi? Actual angel on earth? I feel so dumb right now.

'Yoongi… Is this all the truth though?’

'Of course! You can call all of them, please, do it if you need to! I will give you all the numbers but please believe me. Don’t leave me, I don’t know what I would do. I was so worried when you didn’t answer and I wanted to run out right away but Hoseok stopped me, please Y/N I am sorry for hurting you like this, making you feel like this. I am not worth it but please just-’


He looked at me with tears in his eyes. Holy shit.

'I feel so dumb right now. Oh my god, I am so stupid. Can you slap me please?’

His eyes got wider. 'What..Y/N? What are you saying?’

'Can you just?? Like? I don’t deserve anything less. Oh my god I still can’t believe it’

I look at his face, now in shock. How stupid of me. I hurt him so much with my assumtions. Tears start rolling down my cheeks again making me look down. Got he made me so soft, I feel so sorry.

'Y/N, why are you crying? Please don’t cry? Do you not believe me? Are you hurt somewhere? Please talk to me I-’

'I am so sorry, Yoongi.’ I say, now looking him in the face again. 'I am SO SORRY’
'I must have make you feel like shit, assuming that you cheated on me without any real evidence.. and also not letting you explain before I thought of the worst. God I am so stupid..’

Silence surrounded us once again. The tension is gone. Yoongi looks at me with eyes wide open.

'Y/N,no. No, no, no! You have the right to think that way to feel that way.. I was the one being thoughtless. I am so sorry. I will never do something so naiv and stupid, so please… Don’t leave me like this EVER again..’

How come anything he says makes me want to hug him and never let him go again?

'I will not… I am so sorry, Yoongs.’ I said smiling, still with tears in my eyes.
Yoongi looks at me and stands up going around the table we were sitting at. He stops right in front of me and hugs me.

'Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much’ he whispers in my ear.

I hug him back. How come I have someone so pure and angel like as my boyfriend?

'I am so sorry, Yoongi. Can you forgive me?’

'Oh my god- YES! Please stop apologising, I feel so stupid..’

'I am the stupid one… I love you, Yoongi.’

He stops hugging me to look me in the eyes. He scans my whole face, every inch of it.

'I love you even more, Y/N, my world, my everything.’ he says and kisses my forhead.

I can’t help but smile. He is still a romantic guy deep down. But I can’t hold myself back. It has do be done.

'Ew, getting cheesy here.Better stop it or we will slip’

'Even now… you’ve learned well. But it’s ok, I will catch you if you fall.’

'Well I had the best teacher’ I winked at him 'but… seriously, who thought you to be so smooth and cheesy?’

'That was probably me!’ I hear a voice saying from the back.

'Ah, Hoseok.’

'Are you guys done? Everything’s setteled?’
We both look at each other and then nod.
'GOOD! Can we like eat sth now? I am super hungry, I couln’t eat anything when I came home..because of a CERTAIN person-’

Gosh, he knows how to make you feel bad.

'I am… sorry? Ok, wait right here I’ll just order something? What do you want to eat?’

'Chicken please. You bag is in the living room, go get it if you need it’ he said while walking up to Yoongi.

I stand up and make my way out of the kitchen not without turning around once again to see Hoseok and Yoongi talking.

Not long after Yoongi joins me in the living room, looking relieved. 

'What did Hoseok tell you’ I asked what caused him to laugh out loud.

'He said: If you ever hurt her like this again or really cheat on her consider yourself a dead man.’
'Holy shit. What did you do to him? Where is he? Is he still alive??’

'I just smacked his head very lightly? He was not wrong after all. I guess he went to his room. He said he will be back after changing’

'I see. Poor baby, he’s probably crying right now’ We both laughed.
'But honestly. Don’t ever do this again, or I’ll smack you tiny perfect ass.’

'I love you too, Y/N.’

20 minutes passed and Hoseok is still not back. What is him taking so long?

'I’ll go look for Hope, he takes way too long. Our food will arrive soon’ Yoongi says. It feels like he can read my mind, what a connection we have.

'Don’t worry, we can finish it without him’ I answer. He stares at me.

'Well, you’re not wrong. Still gotta go look for him. Be right back’ he says and leaves.

I lean my head over the edge of the couch. So it really was a misunderstanding. It seems like even shit days like those have a happy ending right? 

Part 6 of ‘Misunderstanding?’ !
I hope you guys like it ♥
Idk if I’ll finish it here or continue, that’s why there’s still a question mark haha

I would be happy about feedback and comments ^-^

Studying late

Draco popped another brown pill in his mouth. They probably didn’t work at all, but it was the idea that counted. He still had four essays to finish before nine the next morning. Fucking panic attacks ruining his entire schedule, he’d been wide awake during his useless classes and out cold while he could have been studying.

“You can’t take too many of those, they give you heart palpitations.” Draco wasn’t even awake enough to register who’d spoken.

“A heart attack sounds like the next best this since donuts at the moment, so if you don’t mind… ” He went for the bottle again to take an extra pill, just because he could. A way to stress his words without facial expressions since his sleep deprived brain had no idea how those worked anymore.

A hand slapped his reaching arm away. It lay useless on his desk after that, how muscles worked had been deleted from his mind as well, apparently.

“You’re going to overdose Malfoy. Seriously, cut it out.”

“I fucking do what I like you dick. ’S not like anyone cares if I live or die or anything.”

“I care. I am stopping you right now from getting a heart attack, isn’t that enough?” It annoyed Draco that he knew the voice but could neither put a name to it nor turn his head in order to look. His eyes seemed glued to the transfiguration book open in front of him.

“If you truly cared about me you’d blow my fucking brains out, they don’t seem to be working anymore anyway.”

“Blow you, sure. But I think your brain needs a proper night’s rest in order to function again. Not a bullet.”

“Nope, I definitely prefer the bullet.” Draco tried to lift his head again. The movement seemed to go in reverse, the ground was suddenly approaching very fast. Vaguely he registered that he didn’t crack his skull open on the hard tiles of the library, because someone was holding him back.

Soon after the light behind his eyes went out and he took no notice of the person who’d caught him and after that carried him to madam Pomfrey. Whoever this person was, was a surprise for the following morning.

This is what happens when I take cafeine pills…
Sex and Sympathy : 50 Reasons To Have Richonne Sex, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction
for richonnejustdesserts.tumblr 50 Reasons To Have (Richonne) Sex Challenge. #32 "Cheer someone up (Pity)" prompt. Rick takes pity on a crying Michonne and gifts his love with some sexual healing in hopes of cheering her up. takes place just after 7.12, before 7.15.


The muffled sounds of sobbing roused Rick from his thoughts as he stood in the shower, the water beating down on his weary frame as he stared blankly at his feet, his mind adrift. He reached out and quickly turned the faucets dials, switching them off and listening carefully as the remnants of the water trickled down the drain.

His heart sank.

Michonne, he thought. My Michonne. She’s crying again.

He drew back the shower curtain and stepped out onto the rug, grabbing his towel and trailing it over his skin. He left the bathroom and dried himself as quickly as he could, drawn to their bed to comfort her.

“‘Chonne? Darlin’?” Rick cast the towel aside and eased his naked, aching body down onto the floor, crawling beneath the thin white blankets of their pallet and wrapping his arms around his love, his nose briefly buried in her sweet smelling locs. She turned into his embrace and began to cry harder, her fingers twisting and knotting in his curls as she pressed her wet face against his neck and broke down completely, her body trembling against him. “Shhh. Shhh,” he soothed, kissing her softly wherever his lips could land, his hands slipping under her clothing and caressing her silken skin as they lay tangled together.

Michonne lifted her head and gazed up at him, her big brown eyes glimmering with bountiful tears that tumbled when she blinked. Her bottom lip quivered and she tried to speak, bursting into tears again when Rick raised his wounded hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb, catching a drop of her raw emotion on his fingertip. Another fell and he leaned forward, gently kissing the salty grief away. His touch made her sigh, her lips shaky with an exhaled breath.

“I had the worst dream,” she sobbed. “I keep dreaming that- I can’t lose you, Rick.” She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. “I can’t. No matter how strong you think I am, Rick, I can’t. Not you.” Rick stared into her eyes, losing himself in her gaze the way he always did. “Don’t say that ever again. Please don’t say it.”

You can lose me, he’d told her. I can lose you…

But the thought of moving on without Michonne seemed utterly impossible.

Am I just lying to myself?, he pondered. Lying to her? Could I lose her and keep going? Could she lose me and do the same?

Nothing was going to keep him from fighting this fight, but oh, how he wished he knew, without a doubt in his mind that they would be alright in the end. “We’re the ones who live, Rick, remember? Remember?” she whispered, her fingers stroking his scalp and pulling at his curls as she cried still, the tears never-ending. She pushed him down against the mattress and climbed on top of him, her behavior an obvious display of her craving, her need for affection.

“Yes,” Rick murmured, swallowing hard and pulling her closer. She looked so unbelievably beautiful, so vulnerable laying there on top of him, her dark skin painted with the dry strokes of tears like star trails, her lips parted. Her delicate tank top strained against her breasts, her nipples knotted beneath the purple fabric and calling to him. His mouth watered.

He met her gaze again and watched more tears fall anew, transfixed by how gorgeous she was even when she cried, her full lips quivering and pouted. His attempt to retrieve her a deer had frightened her so immensely that she’d dreamt nightmarish things both nights since they returned home from their last meeting with Jadis. Rick felt awful for his love. He bowed his head, stroking her skin and kissing her clavicles and squeezing her ass softly, aching to soothe her.

He’d never tell her those dreadful words again. Not after all she had been through. When he thought of her past, of the stories she’d whispered to him as they lay in the moonlight and afterglow of their lovemaking, of her fear of losing him now, his heart sank with weighty sorrow and twisted with pity for her. “Yes,” he whispered back. “We’re the ones who live.” She offered a weak smile, still trembling and weeping atop him.

Rick wanted nothing more than to see her smile again, to bring her even a few fleeting moments of bliss, another embrace of compassion until her fears retreated to the dark corners of her mind and she could drift off to sleep. He wrapped his arms around her, weaving his fingers into the fluffly, soft nape of her dreadlocks. “C'mere,” he murmured gruffly, guiding her body to him. Their lips met hungrily and a growl escaped him, rumbling like thunder from the depths of his heaving chest.

His other hand wandered to cup her ass and her warm, plump flesh filled his palm. He moaned and gave her a firm squeeze, shifting them both again so that she lay beneath him, pressed between him and their pallet of thick linen blankets and down comforters on the floor……….


Dawning - fic

Characters: Clark Kent, Jon Kent, Lois Lane, mentions of Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, bits of some Leaguers
Pairing: Jondami
Summary: The dawning of legacies. Of knowledge, and fear. Of something Clark didn’t quite see coming, and he probably should have.
A/N: I wanted to write crap about Aquaman so bad this week that I wrote about Jon and Damian instead, go fucking figure. Damian and Jon are at least 16 here, and Clark is 107% right in how Damian’s going to react to Jon when he’s better. Jon spends 167% of his time worrying about Damian. Apparently I really enjoy writing about kiddos angsting on a Kent barn roof. (Bruce is also a grumpy old man when he finds out, and Clark’s never laughed harder in his life.) (Damian and Jon are also together forever, obviously.)


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some are considered to be triggering and/or offensive at times. please reblog/read with caution.

  • ❝ I lie and sign myself to lies!  ❞
  • ❝ I cannot have another in my life!   ❞
  • ❝ I am not worth the dust on the feet of them you have hanged!  ❞
  • ❝ How may I live without my name? ❞
  • ❝ I have given you my soul; leave me my name! ❞
  • ❝ _______, your justice would freeze beer. ❞
  • ❝  If you wish to sit up, then sit up. ❞
  • ❝ I wish to go to bed. ❞
  • ❝ Speak man, we cannot releant.  ❞
  • ❝ You are commanded by the court. ❞
  • ❝ I will cut off my hand before I reach for you again.  ❞
  • ❝ Answer my question! Is your husband/wife an adulterer? ❞
  • ❝ I have confessed it! ❞
  • ❝ Can you make out who she/he/they may be? ❞
  • ❝ You must be mistaken my child.  ❞
  • ❝ The wife/husband of a minister be unlikely… ❞
  • ❝ Satan may reach anyone sir/ma'am. ❞
  • ❝ Absolutely no one in the world is safe?  ❞
  • ❝ Is that your meaning? ❞
  • ❝ You are mistaken child. Understand me? ❞
  • ❝  I, sir, am innocent to a witch.  ❞
  • ❝ I know not what a witch is.  ❞
  • ❝ If you know not what a witch is, how do you know you are not one? ❞
  • ❝ It is not on a boat we’ll meet again, but in hell. ❞
  • ❝ You bring down heaven and raise up a whore!  ❞
  • ❝ Why did Goody Proctor discharge you from her service? ❞
  • ❝ My name is good in the village!  ❞
  • ❝ You cannot arrest me for contempt of a hearing. ❞
  • ❝ I will have you arrested for contempt of court.  ❞
  • ❝ Show them a stony heart and sink them with it! ❞
  • ❝ Why are you doing this? ❞
  • ❝ You drank blood. Did you tell him/her/them that? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t you ever say that again! ❞
  • ❝ You drank a charm to kill ______! ❞
  • ❝ I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! ❞
  • ❝ This will not pass. Can you prove this?  ❞
  • ❝ In what time? What place? ❞
  • ❝ Shut up! All of you.  ❞
  • ❝ I will come to you in the black of some terrible night. ❞
  • ❝ I have seen some reddish work done at night.  ❞
  • ❝ I will bring with me a pointy reckoning that will shudder you!  ❞
  • ❝ In the proper place where my beasts are bedded. ❞
  • ❝ Well, they should be. They’re weighted with authority. ❞
  • ❝ These are heavy books. ❞
  • ❝ Would you recite them please? ❞
  • ❝ Thou shalt not kill. ❞
  • ❝ Sir, between the two of us, we do know them all. ❞
  • ❝ Who weeps for these weeps for corruption. ❞
  • ❝ The pure in heart need no lawyers. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ve seen your power.  ❞
  • ❝ You are combined with ANTI-CHRIST!  ❞
  • ❝ It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery. ❞
  • ❝ Do you know your commandments?  ❞
  • ❝ Do you think yourself so mighty the Devil may not turn your wits? ❞
  • ❝ God’s icy wind will blow. ❞
  • ❝ They’re weighted with authority. ❞
  • ❝ Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretenses ripped away.  ❞
  • ❝ They/he/she will be condemned. ❞
  • ❝ I have known her/him sir! I have known her/him. ❞
  • ❝ How do you call heaven? ❞
  • ❝ For having committed the crime of witchcraf. ❞
  • ❝ This is a hearing. ❞
  • ❝ I refused to be her/his/their slave. ❞
  • ❝ Answer my question!  ❞
  • ❝ We never touched. ❞
  • ❝ I may think of you softly from time to time. ❞
  • ❝ Purge your contempt and give us the name. ❞
  • ❝ I am 18 now and a woman… however single. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ll not be ordered to bed anymore. ❞
  • ❝ I have given you my soul.  ❞ 
  • ❝ Because it is my name!  ❞
  • ❝ You will say it, ______. ❞
  • ❝ More… Weight.  ❞
  • ❝ I will cut off my hand. ❞
  • ❝ Show some honor now. ❞

ARIES,  you don’t have to believe in love to believe in yourself. love died for me in the chlorinated conscious of a swimming pool, but i’m still here. you can be too.

TAURUS, tell me how the sun tastes like because you look at me the same way. you don’t even know it, but you’re my warm memory this winter. 

GEMINI, go on picnics and laugh in the bathroom stalls because this will never happen again. you are my every other sentence.

CANCER, you are so unbelievably incredible. it’s been years, but there are some things not even heaven or hell could wash away when they came and brought the apocalypse to our front door step. i am so happy to have survived with you.

LEO, you are the hardest thing to live without, and how glad i am to have what i do. i hope the trees are as beautiful as you wanted them to be, and that fall holds your hand when i can’t.

VIRGO, missing you is second nature, first being loving you senseless. you work hard, but please don’t forget to take care of yourself. and i’m here. i’m here, i’m here, i’m here. for you, always.

LIBRA, it’ll be okay if you close your eyes sometimes, the world will still spin when you wake up. rest easy, it’s your month after all.

SCORPIO, you are the strongest vein i’ve ever known. write what you can and feel what you do, create regardless of your temperament. it’ll be good, i promise.

SAGITTARIUS, harvest the ebullience in your fingertips and make the most of what you can. it was never meant to be easy, just enough.

CAPRICORN, find your own constellation and remind yourself of your own brilliance. you still have it, i cross my heart and believe in you.

AQUARIUS, bitterness is purple like the spit in your bathroom sink, so flush it down the drain with your eyes wide open. when your body feels like it’s falling apart, grab the super glue and keep on going. this is not the end, baby, it’s just the very start of something spectacular. see this through, i’m begging you.

PISCES, you are the reason why i can stand on a broken back and smile at the same time. you are moon stars, lipstick on glitter wrists, and my honest comrade. do what you need to do, and most importantly, get it done. i am so proud of us.

It’s late, about 3 in the morning and I’m huddled in the corner with my knees to my chest as you’re screaming at me.
No matter how hard I hold my palms against my ears I can still hear you clear as day.
My body it shaking with fear, but I know I can’t run away because you will find me again when I am most vulnerable.
You say that, without you I am nothing.
You make my life worth living for, but I want to live for something else.
No matter what I do, you always come back to haunt me.
How can I get away from my past if it keeps following me.
I could go across the world and I know any night or day you’ll come creeping back in.
I don’t know what to do any more.
This battle I know I am losing.
I have scars on my soul that are too deep to heal.
I start whispering a song my mother used to sing to me, but nothing is bringing me comfort.
I know only you could bring me comfort.
So I find my favorite vain and put my favorite needle into it.
—  You’ll always win me back
Dear ex fp

When you texted me last night, I couldn’t help but smile. But then I realized that you only contacted me so I wouldn’t do anything stupid. You were just doing damage control. Your responses seemed so robotic. The line that really hurt me the most was “If you can’t find a reason to keep going, do it for me.” Why would I do anything for you? The person who broke my heart without an explanation. The person who became cold and distant, knowing that was the only way you could ever possibly hurt me. The person who caused this spiral. You think that just stopping by will instantly cure my depression? As if I am lucky to have you in my life again for just a few seconds? No. That’s not how this works. I’m getting better for ME. Because I don’t want to live like this anymore. I know that deep down inside, you know this is your fault. Nothing you could have said to me last night would reverse the damage. And you know that.

Hurtful Game [V Angst]

WARNING: Get your tissue boxes back hun.

This is part 1, you can find part 2 here!

Game, is something that is not treated seriously. To him, it was never something serious. It was just a hurtful game.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Everything was a game to him. A pathetic, pointless, stupid, meaningless and worthless game. A game that he could enjoy and then throw away. He thought of you as a toy. A toy that he could have whenever he wanted, he would call you whenever he needed. He didn’t even bother to get to know you. Hell, he only knew your name and where you lived.

You wanted to leave and say no so many, many times. But those thoughts always disappeared once he stepped inside your apartment. It was like seeing him made you lose your mind and forget about everything and anything around you. 

It was crazy how much a person could walk into your life and mess it up but still managed to make you happy and loved. Kim Taehyung wasn’t someone you could talk to about everything. But he understood you without you having to open your mouth to actually say something. He saw when you were down. He would hold you tight instead of making love to you. He would give you light kisses on your forehead instead of rough and hungry ones. He would whisper comforting words to you until you fell asleep.

But sometimes, he would ignore you. He would make you feel like shit and absolutely meaningless. He would break you without realising it. But here you were, still with him and not letting go.

Was it worth being near a person that you love and in return receiving nothing but a broken heart back?

It was almost the same every morning, you would wake up, naked, in the bed alone. He never stayed even though he had promised about it everytime. You should be used to this and not expect him to stay there, you should’ve known that he was never going to stay by your side. Who were you to him anyway?

A friend? A girlfriend? A fúck buddy?

You met him months ago in a club. You have always been the shy type that doesn’t talk to boys at all. Until he came into your not so social life. He made everything much better. Taehyung made you happy, he made you enjoy everything that life gave you. He made you realize that you didn’t need to be perfect to be happy. He made you realize that you were unique in your own ways.

He introduced you to his best friends and his family. They all adored you. They all wanted you guys to start dating. But he would easily laugh it off and change the subject. Which made you sad, but you would quickly shake that thought off your head.

Everytime people would ask him if he had a girlfriend or if he was secretly dating someone, he would say no. Taehyung would say that he doesn’t want to date right now since it would affect the boys’s career. It sometimes broke your heart but you couldn’t blame him. The thing that the both of you had wasn’t even a relationship where the both of you were in love with each other. It was a simple call-fuck-bye relationship. Nothing more, nothing less.

But through the months with him, you had developed feelings for that boy. That boy with his bright personality and caring heart. His smile and his wonderful voice that made your legs go weak.

You loved him, but he didn’t love you back and it hurt more than it should.

You were used to him knocking on the door every night after practice but weeks went by without any calls or messages. He didn’t even bother to answer his phone either, which made you start thinking that he was ignoring you. Who were you kidding, of course he was ignoring you.

You waited for him. You knew he was going to show up someday. You knew he was better than that. You knew he wouldn’t leave you like that. Whatever you had, it was still something that the both of you wanted. Taehyung wasn’t a bad person that would easily break your heart like that.

Deciding that he maybe was busy with the album, you got into a taxi and went to the company. It might sounds desperate but you missed him. And people didn’t need to know that you were there to meet Taehyung. You knew the other boys as well.

You payed and thanked the taxi driver before stepping out and walking towards the company with a bag of home made food in your left hand.

As you came in, you greeted the securities and thanked them for taking care of the boys. You smiled at them before walking to the boys’s practice room.

Something told you to stop right there and not walk any futher, but being the stubborn idiot that you were, you kept walking. Until you saw him.

Taehyung was sitting beside her on the couch, eating the food that she took with her. He was smiling brightly like she made his world complete. Like she was everything that he needed in life. Like he was totally, head over heels in love with her. And that she was the only girl in his world, 

She was beautiful, you had to admit it. With her slim figure and angelic face that shone everything and everyone around her up. She was every boy’s dream girl. A girl that had everything a guy was looking for. You on the other hand was the exact opposite. You were confident about yourself, until you saw her. Maybe she was the reason why Taehyung hasn’t called you. Maybe she was his girlfriend. Maybe he was in love with her, just like you were in love with him. Maybe this was why you should turn around and leave, for good.

As you backed away from the door, you felt someone grab your wrist and turning you around until your teary face was facing the person.

Y/N? What are you doing here? And why are you crying?” Jimin asked and gave you a worried look. You wiped away your tears and quickly shook your head.
“It’s nothing, I just got something in my eye” you lied and chuckled a bit.

Something in the eye, huh? You couldn’t even come up with a better lie.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I know you” Jimin said, not planing to drop your wrist any time soon.

“It’s nothing, I promise” you muttered and gave him a small smile. Jimin was almost like your best friend. He knew about you feelings for Taehyung and always called Taehyung for being a blind idiot for not seeing you or your feelings.

“Then follow me and meet the boys, we’re going to get some lunch anyway” Jimin said and dragged you with him back to the hell hole, practice room. You bit your lips hard as you followed him inside. Taehyung and the girl were still talking and laughing. It made your heart clench and you saw how Jimin regretted dragging you in there with him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N… I didn’t know” he whispered and pulled you to his side. His whisper wasn’t really a whisper since Taehyung looked up at soon as he heard your name. His eyes darkened and the smile on his face disappeared.

“Oh, hi Jimin! I bought food to you guys!” The girl said, not even sparing you a glance which made you frown. Well, your respect for her just disappeared, for good.
“How nice of you, but Y/N here made lunch for all of us to eat already” Jimim said and smiled as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the room beside where the rest of the boys were.

They all greeted you as you came in and you bowed your head and said your hellos.
You started unpack the food from your bags as the boys surrounded you and thanked you.

“You’re really the best!” Jungkook said as he took a bite. You smiled and watched as they ate.


It was him, you wanted to turn around and look at him but something held you there. You looked at Jimin for help but he just shrugged.


It was him again, but this time he said it louder and clearer. Slowly and carefully, you turned around and saw him standing at the door frame with his hands in his jeans pocket. He was hot, heck he was perfect in your eyes. But you couldn’t think about it then because you were still hurt.

“Let’s get out so they can have a private chat” Jin suggested making you curse under your breath. You didn’t want to be with him, alone, at that moment.

As soon as the door closed behind the boys, Taehyung walked with large steps towards you and in the next second, he had you pressed against the wall.
“What are you doing here? And what the fúck were you doing with Jimin?” he asked, his voice low.

What? So now I can’t come here? And I can’t hang out with Jimin either? Who the hell are you to decide what I can do or not?” you asked and pulled him away from you. That little prick had the guts to be all bossy over you when it was clearly his fault that he had left you hanging.

“I-I’m- it doesn’t matter who I am to you, I don’t even care if you want to go around, flirt and bother every living human. That’s what you do best, right? I’m actually happy that you found another man you can fúck around with instead of me. You’re just a burden to me, a pathetic girl that can’t see how tired I am of her”

It felt like someone stabbed you in the left chest area, over and over again. Hearing those words made your heart break painfully and your lungs having a hard time to work properly. The look on his face told you how disgusted he felt when he was around you, like you were, without no doubt the biggest mistake in his life. Which you started to think that you maybe were. Maybe you were never good enough for him. Maybe that’s why he never asked you out in a proper date. Maybe that’s why your heart was hurting so much right now.

Wow… just, wow. I didn’t think you saw that low of me. I-I’m sorry for being a burden to you without realising it. I’m sorry for bothering you all this time. And I’m sorry for being that pathetic girl that can’t seem to let you go because she loves you. ”, you told him and took a last look on his beautiful face before walking past him and out of there with tears running down your bare face.

You wanted to slap him, to punch him, to scream at him and to hate him so badly. But you couldn’t.

Kim Taehyung destroyed you. He made you fall but didn’t bother to catch you. He made you fall without any warnings about that your heart was going to suffer a lot of pain.

But you were still deeply in love with him, more than you should and you hated that.


I feel like I celebrate my blog every frickin day lmao. But I’m really happy that I’m still doing what I do and it’s all thanks to you! I enjoy reading your messages about that you like what I do and I’m very grateful for that. 

I will work harder and write more amazing and heartbreaking and soul killing scenarios for you guys! Please stay tuned and thank you for supporting me and bangtanboysoneshot7!

And also, thank you to 570+ followers! Thank you for following! 

And the last thank you goes to all of my friends that read and give me motivation and inspiration to do better and write better. I love all of you!

I seriously write a novel every month as a thank you letter.

And back to the one shot. Tbh with you guys, I don’t know if I’m 100% satisfied with it. I wrote this today since I had a writers block and didn’t even know if I was going to complete and post it today. I’ve spent 9 hours on this one lol.

I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know about your thoughts and also if you want a part 2! And as I always say, click the heart button if you liked it and I will love you forever and always!

I’ll talk to you guys soon! Mwah~

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

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Alone (pt 5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Taehyung for as long as you can remember, sadly he never saw you in that way. But now there’s someone else that’s special to him, and you can feel your heart breaking more and more each second.

Originally posted by jeonjam

You slip back inside your house as silently as possible. Your hands are shaking and your breathing unstable.

Jimin was in love with you.

Jimin was in love with you and as much as you wished you could return his feelings, you just didn’t feel the same way. The last thing that you wanted was to hurt Jimin, yet you’d already done so so many times without even realising. All those times he’d willingly listened to you crying about Taehyung, you let out a sob as you realise how horrible that must have been for him.

Jimin was so kind and sweet, he always looked out for you and his smiles were like sunshine in your otherwise black and white world. He’d told you that he didn’t deserve someone as good as you. But he’d been so wrong. You didn’t deserve him, how could you possibly deserve someone so selfless and caring?

You slide down against the door until you’re sitting, Taehyung is just in the other room, probably wondering what the hell you’re doing. On the wall opposite hangs a photo of you and Taehyung, both of you smiling so wide it almost looks as if your faces might split and suddenly you realise that you don’t even recognise yourself anymore. The you in that picture and the you now couldn’t be more different.

“y/n?” Taehyung calls out, his voice startling you despite it’s gentleness.

You see him standing over you and even though he’s battered and bruised, you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as Taehyung in your life, your heart skips a beat like it so often does at the sight of him.

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Stay with me (G Dragon fanfic)

Request: Hiya! Can I request a scenario with GDragon or Taeyang where he has a separation anxiety disorder and so he panics when you’re gone for a long time, and he clings onto you when you’re back? Thank you so much! ❤️ ~Aimee

A/N: Hiya! Sorry this took me a minute to write. Also, not completely sure if I got the whole ‘Anxiety disorder’ part completely correct….I looked it up and tried to go off of what I read. I hope it’s still okay though and I hope you like it!! :D ~Admin Red 

Genre: Uhm…A mix of angst and romance? 

Word count: 1,952

Summary: All you have to do is stay. 

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Atsushi Character Song Translations

Atsushi for wife!! Yeah I’m biased. I wanted to TL Dazai’s song because he sounds so much like Idol Bedivere (even though the lyrics themselves are a far cry from what Bedivere would sing in my mind), but I’m sure there are enough capable Dazai fans that I can sit back and prepare for college instead of doing that. (spoiler: this year is hell). 

I’m actually not sure if anyone has translated this yet. But considering no one has even TLed Dazai’s song, I think I’m good. Oh well, it only took me an hour. Better time spent than wasting away for mobages.

And so, Atsushi’s character song, “Young Boy, Sprint Under the Moonlight” (title pending) (this is another Namae o Yobu yo again dammit).

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What is this flash of joy that’s giving me new life? Please forgive me sweet creatures; I didn’t realize, I didn’t know. How right it is to accept you, to love, you… and how simple! Luisa, I feel I’ve been set free. Everything looks good to me, it has a sense, it’s true. How I wish I could explain, but I can’t… everything’s going back to what it was. Everything’s confused again, but that confusion is me; how I am, not how I’d like to be. And I’m not afraid to tell the truth now, what I don’t know, what I’m seeking. Only like that do I feel alive and I can look into your loyal eyes without shame. Life is a party, let’s live it together. I can’t say anything else, to you or others. Take me as I am, if you can… it’s the only way we can try to find each other. 

Hearts Entwined [or: Temple interactions observed by Qui Gon Jinn]

The first time Qui Gon finds his Padawan with the woman who scandalized the Council is not long after her sudden induction into the Temple.

This woman whose Force presence felt like a small star. The mix of power surrounding her and her not yet born child was astonishing. That fact alone was enough to pique his interest. Combined with the memory her steady voice arguing against the Grand Master himself, AND the strange reaction she’d had to his Padawan (“Master!” she’d cried out and flung herself at Obi Wan’s small frame) he was inclined to like the woman. Evenwith the level of secrecy surrounding her, he felt no ill intent in the Force around her. Quite the opposite. The Living Force seemed to flow around and through her, and he was curious to learn more about her.

She had shaken the Council, shaken them all out of complacency.  

Shmi, he remembered. Obi Wan had introduced them with tears still in his eyes before asking permission to see her to an empty room.


He is recently returned from a short mission when he stumbles across the pair. It was a diplomatic mission and besides a single assassination attempt the mission was quiet. He would have welcomed his Padawan and his usual list of questions, but Obi Wan had remained at the Temple this time, occupied with his studies.
All Qui Gon wants now is a cup of tea and the quiet, relaxing atmosphere of his room.

What he finds is his Padawan and Shmi Skywalker sitting in the living area, with all the furniture pushed back against the walls.  Shmi sits cross legged in the middle of the room, brow furrowed in concentration at she levitates a handul of miscellaneous items around herself. Obi Wan’s voice is low and steady as he instructs her from his own place on the couch, his back to the door.

It is a fine display of control. He wonders again who her teacher was.

The mystery surrounding her grows. Obi Wan has continued to be stubbornly silent about the matter as well.

Qui Gon spots a model from Obi Wan’s collection and an empty bottle before Shmi registers his entrance and her concentration is broken. The items fall to the ground with gentle thumps, the bottle rolling under the couch.

Her eyes open to meet his and there is something in her expression he cannot yet read.
She nods to him in greeting, drawing Obi Wan’s attention. He turns to face the door.

“Oh.” Obi Wan says. “Master. I didn’t realize you were returning today.”

As Obi Wan jumps up, he continues apologizing for the state of their rooms; Shmi stands and quietly makes her way to their kitchen. Qui Gon lets Obi Wan pull him in their rooms further and over to the couch, still reassuring him that everything will be back to its original place by tomorrow.

Qui Gon’s attention remains on Shmi. She is going through their cabinets, setting up the tea set with no sense of hesitation. It’s as if she’s lived here for years. Reaching tanned hands into drawers without looking to pluck up spoons and standing on tip toe to reach his favorite tea on the top shelf.

The tea, when she brings it over to them, is made exactly how Qui Gon likes it.

linkage to the fic at AO3 (I’m more likely to reply to comments/flailing over there)

and thanks again to @suzukiblu because I am having so much fun playing around in this AU

you’re going to leave. or i am. or
maybe everyone will, spinning and
spilling out from where we started, all
lost and apart and i will never see you
again. will you forget me? will you forget
me? will you? i am so terrified of
being left alone/too close, dichotomy of
fearing an intimacy i can’t live without.
i am going to leave someday. someday.
you will never see me again. does that
overturn your stomach how it inverts
mine? do you grow restless at a future
of distance not yet here? do you prepare
for the loss? i am already building bunker
around my body, my heart, trying (and
failing so so badly) to ready for the
landing, the rolling of ankles, the breaking
of all supports. i am going to leave.
there is nothing to be done.

panic prophetic