#actually have trauma from that omfg

[caruliaa]

why did you say that why did u point that out. r u fucking trying to mess with me

[fmhobeus]

jjk men and their red flags

a/n: i'm feeling problematic :> tell me what u think (agree/disagree/add more?) this is all for shits n giggles !! non sorcerer au kinda

kento nanami — (over)protective

but like... to the point where it feels like he's treating you like a child! he doesnt like to see you sweat or even work at all for that matter. he loves it when you cook but has bought covers for all the knifes. if he sees a burn on your hand get ready for a 10 minute long lecture. if you accidentally fall he wont let you get up for atleast 3 days to help you ""heal."" it's almost like he doesnt trust you to take care of yourself :') he probably has like 3 separate first-aid kits everywhere.

suguru geto — emotionally unavailable

i feel like this is explainable to his character (sort of.) i dont think that he'd make you feel isolated at all, he's be an amazing listener and probably memorizes every word you say. he listens to you rant and even trauma dump with insane patience. but at some point it feels as though you hardly know him. he's talk to you a lot but very little of it is personal and you hardly know what he's thinking because his ass is not tell you. he also unintentionally distances himself from people from time to time. this applies to you too and you can feel him getting emotionally distant sometimes. it isnt something he does knowingly but it sure ass hell bothers you.

satoru gojo — very clingy and needy

this nigga. he is so utterly clingy. and at first it's perfectly fine, even appreciated by you. you still love him like crazy of course but it is just overwhelming. he is like a child most of the time, he need you around him and is always accompanying you wherever you go, and he expects you to do the same. he also doesn't believe in "me time" because why would you feel better when you're away from him: (? want to hang out with your friends? what do you need them for: (? he's right there. he is also physically incapable of listening but boy is he good at making up.

toji fushiguro — controlling

he is so controlling omfg. it's usually subtle but sometimes he will outright just say no to things he doesnt like, not caring if you like them. it gets to the point where he actually starts to change your personality. he is very caring and that's his justification for this typa stuff. it is usually harmless stuff but he gets paranoid often. he doesnt let you wear miniskirts out if you're not with him. he doesn't let you befriend people he thinks are into you. he barely lets you buy stuff on your own, he usually gifts you whatever it is youre into at that moment. borderline turned on by fear and you being dependent on him.

choso kamo — has no social life outside you

pretty self explanatory. he doesnt have many friends outside you and isn't interesting in making them either. total loser. so taking him out to events, he probably doesnt interact much and chooses to look at you the entire time, which annoys your friends. he answers their questions pretty bluntly. he's never down to have people over and lowkey hates when you are.

hiromi higuruma — workaholic

also self explanatory. he leaves early, comes home late. you barely see him on the weekdays. sometimes he goes as far as ignoring your calls when in between cases. he calls you periodically but has to have an alarm set to remind him. he loves you very very deeply but is just used to working non stop T_T

[rotthepoet]

Need theo and lorenzo head cannons 😔

Good morning sweet pookie, i gotchu!! I needed a little break after that threesome so I did some random, some silly, some fluffy, and some smutty, kay? It’s really just a big brain dump on how I characterize the boys <3 Hope you enjoy, love ;)

P.s. if I have any reoccurring anon’s, if you want me to differentiate you, please feel free to assign yourself an emoji <3 unspoken rule i thought i’d say out loud

Theodore Nott

I agree with literally everyone on this app, he is a smarty pants, but i refuse to believe he sits down and studies

It’s not that he doesn’t care about his grades, he just doesn’t have to try to get good marks. Queen absorbs information like a sponge and retains that shit forever. Doesnt have to waste time with a boring textbook because he commits everything to memory.

That being said, he will remember everything about you. Your favorite movie you mentioned in passing, he saw you eat something particular multiple times he can infer its your favorite and will buy it for you often, he knows your habits, your aspirations, your desires. All of it. Does it for his close friends and lovers <3

Huge smoker. Like. Oral fixation final boss. Needs to have something to smoke or at least chew on at all times

I mentioned before how I think Mattheo and him laugh at people who vape, but Theodore Nott is a two faced LIAR and actually keeps a menthol alto with him at all times. For convenience sake. If you ask him, it’s different because its not a fun lil fruity flavor.

Speaking of Mattheo, those two are best friends. Like ride or die. Like. These two are bread and butter, inseparable and delicious.

Will internalize everything. This is why he gets so worked up and fights people. It may seem like him getting pissy over nothing, but this boy has some unresolved trauma and unmedicated issues.

Theo has ADHD prove me wrong and fuck you for trying(jk love you, but i will die on this hill.) severe anxiety issues, def some depression going on, hes working through some shit.

Theo can process a lot of stimulus at the same time. Watching him hold 3 steady conversations while reading a novel at the same time is a sight to behold.

Smokes weed a lot too. Mostly bud, but he’s smart and keeps a cart on him too for quick bathroom breaks when he needs to chill tf out. It slows down all the thoughts racing around his head. Lets him relax. Lets him feel peace. Let him feel comfortable. He’s been searching for that feeling his whole life.

Mommy and daddy issues check?

Anyways!

Theo is a player, and its not even because he tries to be.

Girls flock towards him, and he needs an outlet.

Sex is a good outlet.

Sex and drugs? Now we’re cooking

He doesn’t care much for the dating scene, didn’t think he was cut out for it. Bad home life. No mom. Depressed and emotionally distant evil dad. Friends and his family are all death eaters? Causes some bad views on relationships as a whole.

Omg but when he falls in love it takes forever but its so hard. Its so devastatingly hard.

It goes from “wow they really make me happy” to “omfg i need to marry them they make me feel complete and comfortable and it feels like i can finally be myself around someone this is the feeling i have been searching for my whole life” really fast when he falls

He’d never love at first sight. Refuse it. He might think someone is pretty or handsome, but he won’t ever describe it as love at first sight.

100% friends to lovers

He’s a quality time kinda guy i think

Just likes co-existing really

Stay in the room with him in silence as he reads and hes so golden

But that will bump up several notches and enjoy every other love language too

He wants to make you love him. He’ll do anything for you. Buy anything for you. Tell you everyday how wonderful you are

He’s being so genuine too

His friends would know

He never shuts up about you

If you had never spoken to his friends, never met them, they’d be able to come up to you in a grocery store and say “oh. You’re <you>, right?”

And dear god he genuinely cries a little in relief when you finally say yes

He’s buried his face in your hair and hugging you so tightly and he tries not to cry because he finally has everything he needs in his arms

He’s such a good boyfriend

Will never question you(at least not at first or without good reason)

Literally worships the ground you walk on

Will apologize first immediately after every meaningless petty fight

Thats different about real fighting though. Stubborn ass bitch

Anyways

Dotes on you everyday

Calls you so many sweet names in Italian

Has an Italian accent but sometimes tries a British accent to throw everyone off.

Argues in italian

Lowkey hates snow

Runs super cold so loves lovvesss hot weather

Will take you to Italy over the summer

Demands you go

Fucks you on the balcony of his family home

Fucks you stupid on the beach

Sorry where was I going with this

Ah yes anyways

Runs super cold so like is a big fan of cuddles. Lots of sweaters for you to steal

He likes turning cuddles into more slow and intimate things

Slowly fingering you as you spoon

Cockwarming in the morning or late at night<3

So much worship.

So much

Just adores you.

Loves fast rough sex but honestly could go on about slow love making for hours

Literally cant stand American reality tv

The biggest kardashian hater

Knows all the gossip because he’s quiet and listens

Doesnt care to share it though

Lorenzo Berkshire

Bitchboy extraordinaire

If I met Lorenzo Berkshire he would become #1 on my shitlist so fast

I called theo a two faced liar as a joke

But Enzo actually is one

Literally puts on the nicest mask for pretty girls, but every ex, and every guy in hogwarts knows he’s a conniving bitch behind closed doors

One of the richest in the group and it shows

Flaunts his money everywhere he goes

His ears are pieced

Also he likes having his ears bitten it can make him hard as a rock in seconds

Dates, but it usually only lasts a month and Hes the worst boyfriend ever

Dumps them whenever he gets bored

But omg when a person gives him his attitude back

Well first he gets even meaner

But also he likes you so much like… that was hot

And if you ignore his existence? On you like a moth to a flame

Craves attention

Such an attention seeker

Still will fight, isn’t very good, but will try

100% a prefect

Showers his pookie with so much love and attention

When he finally gets the person he wants, hes on top of them 24/7

Never a hand straying to far

Literally obsessed

Big fan of exhibitionism

Will fuck uou on the train, the bathrooms, the common room, the classroom

Its all fair game

Would love to see you all tied up in pretty ribbons for his birthday

Ass man 100%

Likes to just get a fistfull while you hug or cuddle

Mattheo and him are the biggest gossipers

Has like 4k followers on instagram because hes so pretty

Father and mother are hirh death eaters. Does anyone know Berkshire lore because i def dont

Like fr can someone explain him to me

Pairs well with anyone in the grouo, really

Gets along especially with Theo or Mattheo

Amazing at card games, and says he’s amazing at chess too. Hes not.

Literally refuses to snack, says it’ll ruin his physique

On the quidditch team much like everyone else he’s friends with

Slays at herbology

Maybe a bit of a smoker? Not often, and def more weed than tobacco

Light weight for reals

Like severely light weight

He’s the laughingstock of the friend group for it

Him and Mattheo have a running bet on who can fuck the most women

Omg omg omg because they so do the alphabet challenge im so sorry but its factual

Lorenzo is currently winning with 15/26 letters in the alphabet but Mattheo isnt too far behind

Its because Lorenzo is so charming and Mattheo…. Is himself.

Anyways back to being his significant other

Will spoil you

Relentlessly

Lowkey expects head in return but that will wear ofd eventually

109% more likely to start a fwb situation than anything else

Treats you like a girlfriend this whole time

Kisses you sweetly, holds uou close when you sleep, mumbles about how special you are

Just being a girlfriend without the title because then it gets too weird

Loses his shit if you get tired of trying and break it off

Genuinely ballistic if he loses you

Will pull as many favors and as many strings as he can to get yiu back

Seriously considers murder for a while

Anyways he gets you back baby<3

Speaking of babies hes super good with kids

Look at that face

Amazing dad face

Scared of marriage lmao

Bad parents. Fucked up views on relationships

Its a thing for all of them tbh

[to-the-stars8]

Can someone genuinely answer this ever lingering question as to why DC has such beef with Jason Todd?

They butcher his character and relationships, and for what? There’s so much fucking POTENTIAL not only with his character but with his story! There’s a way to actually write discourse in a relationship without making it so damn abusive. Maybe I’m missing something in the story or just in general, but it’s just so fucking irritating when it could be good.

You have a nice, good boy who only wants to help despite given the short hand in life who is then given a loving father who just so happens to be Batman. That boy is then murdered by Batman’s biggest enemy (don’t even get me started on the fucking Joker who essentially has become idolized in the worst ways by DC writers and directors) still trying to do the right thing despite being fucked over by the very person he so desperately wanted love from. Then, you have that same boy who’s just a little bit older, hurting and angry— acting out in every way he can against the man who loves him but couldn’t see past his own weaknesses. And what do DC writers do instead of making this complicated, intriguing and character growing relationship into something that’s not as fucking dumb and slightly out of character for Batman? They fuck him up.

It’s an extreme to say this, I know. And this isn’t against all DC writers, but you can’t deny a lie when it’s a pattern. It’s a cut and dry story that practically writes itself. You have a little boy who is so full of hope is growing along with the main character of the story (which, in my own personal opinion, Batman has Robin not as a soldiers—and omfg does that damn phrase make me violent—but as a potential, mutual factor of character growth) , who then gets a bit too cocky and distracted by his own hubris and need for love, to a hurt antagonist that goes against the man who he once called father. Like it’s too easy to not fuck this up, and yet DC seems to manages to do this every single time.

It’s almost like they want to portray Batman and Bruce Wayne as a man who is made “tougher” by his trauma (which has some patriarchal undertones if you catch my drift) instead of growing. Batman can grow. He can love. There’s one post that I’ve seen on Tumblr how Batman/Bruce does this whole vigilante thing out of love.

Which is why I don’t get why DC uses Bruce as a tool to hurt Jason when it isn’t really consistent. He loved Jason, and this is backed up by a lot of older and a few current issues. Don’t get me wrong, I get that their relationship post-UTRH is gonna be FUCKED. Yet, even the writing in that I can’t really agree with. KILLING (attempting to kill really) your son who had been dead for years, that you loved so much, and is acting out because YOU? Doesn’t make much sense, but, again, maybe I’m looking at this through a foggy lens.

This wasn’t meant to be a long post, but it’s just been on my mind and perhaps I could use another perspective. So, again, what’s DC’s deal with Jason and Bruce’s relationship, and Jason’s character as a whole?

[aerialflight]

fic rec list (in other words, i need a list for my neurotic brain and its obsessions, f me)

Yeah, everything said above. also, the deadpool and wolverine brainrot is real. i only watched it a week ago. nfeiwofpewafe.

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[Deadpool and Wolverine] (i'm still desperately searching for more. i just need a list for the ones that won't leave me alone fyufivuohbjl)

How To Pay For Rent 💸 by fictionfeast

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson (i still can't believe this is the ship name, they actually put worst wolverine as a specification. it's such a unique dynamic and relationship that we NEED that differentiation. amazing.)

To pay for rent, Logan and Wade take odd jobs on Craigslist.

(listen, LISTEN. just from the fact craiglist is involved, you KNOW it's gonna be off the walls crack and hilarity. i swear, this fic went in directions i never in a million years would've predicted, it's amazing. the voices for these characters are impeccable and i, too, would like to shake deadpool like a snowglobe so some goddamn honestly will barf out. logan, you have my sympathies. please read, i'm literally going insane.)

shattered glass by anarkissed

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

At first, Wade is pretty sure it all starts with the bullet- the one Logan had held in his teeth and spit out like it was a prize. Or maybe it starts in the Honda Odyssey. Or maybe it had started way back with Logan's smile. That first sardonic one when they'd met. Or maybe it's the way Logan is always staring at him. Or maybe- "I think you're enjoying this too much." "Maybe you're not enjoying it enough." It’s more bite than kiss, more claim than caress, but it’s their mouths connecting all the same, and Wade gasps, hoarsely, as blood wells up from his lips and Logan tongues it away like it’s his god-given right. Oh, oh oh, oh- he’s crazy. He’s so crazy. Wade has never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life. Wade tries to figure out where whatever he has with Logan started. (And he's kind of hoping he never has to see how it ends.)

Part 1 of dying engine (poolverine/deadclaws)

(i'm not fucking kidding when i say this is my favorite d&w fic. i want to gnaw this in my mouth and develop vampire canines as i sharpen them every fucking reread. there are passages here that i reread like a fucking lunatic and i use the find in page option for the word 'crazy' just so i can go to my favorite part. and the fact there's a freaking part 2? that has logan's pov in it??? and it makes me feel just as unhinged??? it makes me want to go apeshit. please read. for the love of god.)

how easy you are to need by Patricia_Sage

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Wade smiles when the doctor opens the door. "Hi, we have a vet appointment at 2:00. Please tell me he doesn't have rabies because I have been scratched and bitten plenty." *** Logan gets treatment for adamantium poisoning. Wade helps.

Part 2 of he has risen, babygirl

(i fucking CACKLED reading this, omfg. also, wade's version of helping is both sweet and freaking hilarious, i love this idiot so much. and this fic! addresses the fact logan probably has ptsd medical trauma and i love that. it's hardly ever addressed and i appreciate how it's shown here. also, it's a series! part 1 is great too, you don't need to read it to understand part 2 though, dw.)

Void by RovingOtter

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

After a week without contact, Logan leaves Wade a weird voicemail.

(i'm religiously checking in on this for updates. i know the summary doesn't say anything, so i'll say it here. logan becomes aware of the fourth wall and it's so fascinating??? a genuine look on what happens if the wolverine becomes aware that he's a fictional character and the exploration of that premise here is *chefs kiss* delicious. and how wade reacts to it and how they both deal with the aftermath of this development is so interesting and god, i NEED to know how this fic will go. genuinely one of those fics that have a premise i've never thought about before and it's GLORIOUS!)

where soul meets body by Edgebug

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

"I'll probably see you around?" "Probably not," Logan says, something in his spine still shaking even now, and Wade looks at him with those huge dark eyes that look--hurt, maybe, heartbroken, and Logan knows he has to get up and leave before he can't. Each step is agony increasing, the thing in his spine trembling ever-harder and then Wade calls his name and he stops, turns, sees those eyes again; pleading, desperate. A rush of emotion slams into his hindbrain, it feels half foreign and half his own; don't do this can't do this without you please stay please stay stay stay stay let me stay stay stay "Come home with me," Wade blurts out, and Logan finds that he's taken steps toward Wade without realizing it, closing the yawning gap between them, and the thing in his spine relaxes just a little. "Okay," he says. (In which something very interesting happens underneath the Time Ripper, and Wade and Logan deal with the aftermath.)

(they vulcan mind melded and now can't live without the other. i just love this author's writing and i read every one of their d&w fics. i'm in love with their characterization of not just d&w but the rest of the cast as well! and the banter and genuinely fun interactions between d&w has me kicking my feet and giggling like a school girl. please read, i totally recommend this fic and the rest of the author's other fics XD)

your fool in this game for two by abillionstars

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

“Have you ever lived with anyone before?” At Wade’s question, Logan pauses to think. Scratches his balls for a second, and says, “I lived at Xavier’s school for a while, before I left. Lived in a clapboard boarding house about seventy years back. A couple of times, I slept in a park with other people nearby. Do those count?” “That was a rhetorical question,” says Wade. “Some might even call it an accusatory one. Mostly because—dude. I’m a fucking mess. But you’re even worse.” (two loser loners, falling in love.)

(this is crack. the peak of romance, the very height of big squishy feelings. it's perfect. god, i am utterly trash for this fic, it's so fucking good fnewiofpew)

Love You All Over by FinelyDressedSpacemen

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

The bad guys have love spells now, apparently. Logan gets nailed. Wade tries not to. With great power over your sexiest friend comes great emotional responsibility.

(where wade tries his best to respect logan and logan makes this, so freaking hard for him lmao. lovesick logan is truly the most flirty version of wolverine and it's incredible. it's like if hugh jackman himself is trying to romance the shit out of you. wade really is the stronger person, incredible. anyway, this was a joy to read and if you like musicals, this is definitely for you <3)

I'm the worst at what I do by Thestarvedghost

Ship: Logan | Worst Wolverine/Wade Wilson

Logan finds out from Wade after everything is said and done, universes saved and friends met, that most hims across the multiverse have some sort of memory issue, one way or another. Logan wishes he was that fucking lucky. He remembers it all.

Part 1 of No end and no beginning

(i recommend this entire series, the progression on d&w's relationship has me singing! it's so sweet and fluffy! well, as fluffy as 2 murderous, self-hating bastards can be anyway lol.)

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[Dimension 20] (Fantasy High, A Court of Fey and Flowers, A Crown of Candy)

interchange by fangirl_squee

Fandom: Fantasy High

Oh, the Bad Kids? Yeah, in that group they have [checks notes] a pirate cleric, a goblin bard, a Helioic fighter, an elven barbarian, a tiefling rogue, and a half-orc wizard.

(it's so interesting how different yet the same the bad kids are even with their class changes. man, the idea of fabian being a freaking cleric still makes me want to cackle. he'd be so much more Exasperated by the bad kids, especially freshman fabian X'D. also barbarian adaine has my whole fucking heart.)

yeah you held me the whole way through, when i couldn’t say the words like you by zedif_y

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

When Fabian is ten, his Papa tells him the story of how he married his mother. It’s a gory tale, one that involves a cut eye and bodies hitting the deck. He tells Fabian of a love that sent him to his knees, that leads a man like him– fearsome and powerful, the greatest pirate to ever live– to start a family. A love that gave him Fabian. --- A study on Fabian, grief, and, ultimately— love.

(an exploration on fabian's idea of what love is. god, it's so well written. i love this fic and absolutely recommend it! <3)

white knuckles by thathastu

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ships: Fabian/everyone (but all unrequited)

His ex-fling’s little sister. Two people in committed relationships who also happen to be in the same mega famous rock band. A heartbroken lesbian who doesn’t want to be involved with men in any way. And Riz fucking Gukgak. Fabian Aramais Seacaster, son of Bill Seacaster, finds himself falling for all of his friends.

(seeing the bad kids through fabian's eyes made me realize why the bad kids would be considered attractive to people who know them! it's so sweet how much fabian cares and pays attention to them and the constant feeling of 'oh no oh no' both made me want to laugh and coo at him lmao)

life in a wallflower garden with my friends by sickoflosiingsoulmates for lesbiansweetflips

Fandom: Fantasy High

Ship: Ayda Aguefort/Figueroth Faeth

This is what Ayda has spent her entire life searching after. This is what she built the friendship section in the library in hopes of, what she spent long, lonely nights dreaming of. A night with a friend, a true friend, laughing and talking about nothing in particular. [or, ayda finds friends in the bad kids]

(ayda has friends! ayda has frieeenndss!! i'm so so in love with her and this fic is so fluffy and sweet! gah, instant shot of endorphins, guarantee!)

allies and fealty, or, on finding the first knight of the new Court of Craft by fangirl_squee

Fandom: A Court of Fey and Flowers

Ship: Binx Choppley/Captain K. P. Hob

The enemy of my enemy is kind of my friend. Or something.

(i'm always a sucker for rare pairs and man, this is something i didn't even know i wanted. i love how slowly and carefully they build trust in each other, especially binx who is so secretive and initiated this relationship in the first place. by the end, i completely bought this ship and the potential for it.)

I've walked a fragile line and I've fallen down by jadeandquartz

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Anger is burning in Lapin’s chest. It is bitter, and it is bloody, and it shines brighter than any Bulb the church might care to invent. Normally, he leaves his emotions be. He cannot afford to let feelings drive him forwards. Remaining logical is the only safe way to play the game of politics - and if you do not play it safe, you die. And if you die, then what was the point? But nothing about their predicament is normal. So, fuck playing the game safely. Fuck that. The world will not play safe with the lives of those he loves. *** In which Belizabeth Brassica is looking for a heretic, and Lapin confesses to his apostasy to protect the House of Rocks.

(one of the first crown of candy fics i read and i never looked back. lapin survive stories makes me so feral and god i love this cantankerous bunny so so much fnewiofewp)

to leave this all behind (halo round his head) by grumpyhedgehogs

Fandom: A Crown of Candy

Lapin blinks slowly at Brassica as she steps up to the bars of his cell, the guards splitting around her like so much water over a stone. He inclines his head, trying for regal and probably failing. “Heretic.” Her voice grates against his eardrums. “You have awakened.” “Zealot. You haven’t killed me.” Lapin replies, dry.

(another, much longer fic where lapin survives and i'm so in love with how much detail and fantastic characterization this fic has, not just for lapin but for the whole cast! the day i stop loving the lapin survives trope is the day i die.)

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[The Terror] (yeah, i know, extremely random, and yet here we are. it's due to this animatic here that i was introduced to this show in the first place. def recommend both the show and this artist *thumbs up*)

I'll be Homeward Bound in Time by clandestinegardenias

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Back in the Arctic, stuffed two to a sleeping sack and trying to keep each other alert, he and James used to name every good type of thing they would eat when they got back, knowing–as they thought–the time would never come. 'Cream puffs', James had sighed one frigid night in a partial feverish delirium. Francis could hardly see him but for the lightest starlight, yet he had heard the smile evident in his voice all the same. That close, he had nearly felt it. --- Hailed as heroes on their miraculous return to England, Francis and James fail to cope, but nonetheless manage to fall together.

(i love how warm they are here, how clearly these two depend on one another and find joy despite the fact london is trying it's best to stamp out this closeness. post-rescue is always such an interesting time where they get to reflect and be traumatized by what happened in the arctic and the lack of understanding that is found when they go home. it's done so well here and man, i just love these two together. the ship that sails their ships lmao)

death is a sailing ship by Maleann

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

"James had died knowing that his heart, the core of his very being that no biographer would ever know, would carry on in Francis Crozier. Would be protected, cherished even, because Francis deemed him worthy of such care. Oh, how he had loved Francis then. He had been at peace with this being his last living thought. It’s his only thought now. In this undead life, his love has nowhere to go."  ___ James Fitzjames wakes up in the Afterlife. It looks strangely similar to his cabin on Erebus. (Updated with amazing artwork by Marella!)

(the fic is so!! kind!!! to all its characters! and fitzjames is in full form here, i love how it's him that's trying so hard to take care of his men, despite sir john and his lack of empathy. to have fitzjames damn what is proper and trying to do his best as always even in the freaking afterlife, god. you can just see how much fitzjames changed from the beginning of the show to his end in this fic. how all the characters changed, really. every character here is given room to heal and face the consequences of their actions and there were moments that it seriously made me cry. this is my fave fic in this entire list, it just does an amazing job of showing compassion to all its characters and i love it.)

there but for the grace of- by TheGoodDoctor

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

“I wish you would stop being such a martyr,” a languid voice says quietly, drawling as well as a man can with two missing molars and a glassy, bloodshot eye, leaking all the while from open chest wounds. Francis is rather impressed with his dedication to the role, somewhere under the roil of fury and exhaustion. “You know as well as I do that you could have this bed sometimes, if it didn’t suit you to stomp about with blacked eyes and a put-upon expression.” “And what should we do with you all the while, Commander,” he says, all on a great sigh, “wrap you in sailcloth already? Come, man, you’re either well enough to cease bleeding on my sheets or too ill to get out of them, you can’t have it both ways.” “Francis,” Ross began, “I did not undertake to accept the position of second on Franklin’s expedition for you, as you asked.”

(this fic scratched a brain itch i didn't even know i had. it's so interesting to think about, the idea of crozier not being on the expedition and instead being the person who rescues them instead. fitzjames and crozier actually developing a relationship based on this premise, without the shared trauma, is so so intriguing to me and i wish i had more of this. also, the fact crozier is so much more mentally healthier than canon due to ross makes me want to laugh and cry. god, if only.)

out of the sea came he, still hid in mist by dazydaisy for shortcrust

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

You make bargains you cannot keep. You make promises you plan to break. You give things that are not yours to give.

(a haunting, magical realism fic that feels like a gothic fairy tale. exactly my kind of fic! and if it's yours? definitely a good read *thumbs up*)

At Civil Twilight by lieutenant_iceberg

“Well,” said Francis. “Jopson, will you see what you can do with this three-year-old peace offering? A cup for each of us, and one for you.” “Sir,” said Jopson, collecting one of the bags. “You’ll be up all night if you take coffee now.” “I’ll be up all night anyway. Go, Jopson, go.” When he was gone, Francis got up from the table, and they stared into the depths of the bag together. Finally, Francis cleared his throat and said, “All right, then, James. How have you fared since I hit you?” A few days after Carnivale, Crozier and Fitzjames make a faltering attempt to talk things over.

Part 1 of Civil Twilight

(oooh, the very start of their friendship! how to make peace when their entire relationship is based on animosity and contempt! the dialogue and characterization of these two in this series is so good and i absolutely recommend!)

rebuilding by wildcard_47 for 20thcenturyvole

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Once they stepped ashore, a fey dark-haired man burst through the crowd a few heads down from Jane Franklin. When Fitzjames saw his brother, he startled, and when Will surged forward in the first press of the crowds around the returned—elfin face wet with tears as he swept James into a fierce embrace—only then did Fitzjames release his grip on Francis’s arm. Only then did Francis feel as if he could step away at last. Written for the 2023 Fall Fitzier Exchange, for the prompt: "Post-canon AU where, once they get home, Crozier and Fitzjames are riddled with guilt and trauma, and deal with their feelings by throwing themselves into caring for the surviving men..."

(i'm always so fascinated by post-rescue stories that actually deal with the aftermath, the logistics of it all. how the characters struggle to handle their own traumas, how they help one another through their experiences, all of it. and how both crozier and fitzjames step up for their men even now, even when they're no longer captains in the arctic and have to deal with london and all it's trappings. this fic handles all that so very well, i love it <3)

As Bullet Speaks to Gun by pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Thomas Jopson/Edward Little

Against all odds, they are rescued. Cornelius Hickey is court-martialed for his mutiny, and the whole mess of the expedition is unfurled in front of the public. With their names being dragged through the mud, Francis Crozier and James Fitzjames reach out to each other. Meanwhile, Thomas Jopson seeks revenge for what he believes is his captain's betrayal, and Edward Little tries to come to terms with the truth.

(yes!! edward little my beloved gets to shine here! and jopson is so bitter and angry and messy, it's great! again, i love fics that tackle what would happen post-rescue and how london would react to it. the trials, both actual and mental, they have to face in order to move on and be happy (oh please oh please) is handled expertly and i love it! crozier/fitzjames ship is a little more background in this fic compared to jopson/little, but honestly? i'm so sucked into the latter ship that it doesn't matter. both ships are written very well here and again, my beloved edward little is glorious in this fic and i love it! you go edward! woohoo!!!)

Principles of Magnetism (a Comedy of Manners) by acaramelmacchiato

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

The one where they're married but it's still Victorian times and also it's an accident.

(you don't understand, this fic is so fucking funny. it's so goddamn victorian and sir john is so jane-austen-silly-characters coded. i want to both shake his hand for making this premise happen in the first place, and punch him in his punchable face. and crozier is perfectly characterized here, i can visually picture his disgruntled expressions so clearly in my mind, it's incredible.)

Thaw by orphan_account

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Past Captain Francis Crozier/Sophia Cracroft

Courteous, charming Fitzjames, whittled down to maturity by the North, and being there, very obviously, not as Francis's right-hand man or as his comrade, but as his mate; a soulmate. Sophia had no need to look at Francis’s face, at the discoloration that would have turned one of his blue eyes into the good-coffee brown of Fitzjames's, to know it, so blatant and luminous a thing it was.

Part 1 of A Victorian Soulmate AU

(very interesting fic where one can choose their soulmates, choose who they want to bond with for life. and the fact it's sophia's pov and how she deals with this fact is handled so carefully and full of goodwill. it makes me want to applaud. i love how clear it is that they're grown ass adults willing to discuss and make peace with one another because they're all genuinely good people who want happiness both for others and themselves. this fic feels like a flower that you hold in your hands to admire it's beauty and delicacy.)

And It Is Now, And It Is Here by 20thcenturyvole, pointyshades

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames

Before the ships are trapped in the ice, James Fitzjames sees a terrible vision of the future, a harbinger of his own death. Before the ships are trapped in the ice, Francis Crozier is visited by a tender apparition, an angel wearing James Fitzjames' face. They are both seeing the same vision. Whether they can heed its warning is another matter entirely.

(when the ghost of your future haunts you, you better believe it changes to the plot. i love the dichotomy of how crozier and fitzjames reacts to ghost fitzjames! it's so interesting and i was on the edge of my seat the entire time i read this. if you want to know how it all ends, please read! i promise this fic is a ride you want to get on.)

Waistcoats! or, Life Before the Passage by sadsparties

Ship: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames, Lady Ann Ross/Sir James Clark Ross, Lt Henry T. D. Le Vesconte/Original Character

Commander James Fitzjames of the Royal Navy is the Best Man that a best friend could ever ask for. A chance meeting forces him to share his arctic expedition duties with one Captain Francis R. M. Crozier, and perhaps other duties as well.

(listen, the terror is a horror show and i both want and need lighthearted fics in order to deal with all the horrors lol. but seriously, this fic was genuinely just fun to read and i love the banter and slowly developing friendship and relationship between crozier and fitzjames! truly the romantic comedy fic in this fandom. XD)

[imdead770]

Dallas with a s/o who lived in NYC too and has a similar accent as him pls🙏🙏 (Also I love love love you’re writing keep doing what you’re doing!!!)

Dallas Winston x Reader - NYC

Authors Note - I have like 3 asks before this but I love this and it means it get to write a NY accent and that's so fun

Sorry for never writing yall

No excuse I'm just lazy 💞

¤ Just a warning this is super stereotypical

¤ I'm sorry I'm from the south I don't know yall so I'm going off stereotypes 😭😭

¤ First of all people can barely understand either of you

¤ I mean everyone else has a southern accent, they're used to that

¤ So an accent that sounds like you're drunk 24/7 isn't exactly easy to understand

¤ If you're both from New York, you already have a lot in common

¤ The fights, the accent, the road rage, the food, all that

¤ Now I'm from the south, I haven't met a lot of New Yorkers

¤ But the ones I have met always have such a resting bitch face

¤ So like whenever someone introduced you to Dal (or the other way around) you both had that same, natural glare

¤ And somehow you both got the 'holy shit, you're a New Yorker too??' message

¤ I don't know how but New Yorkers just know if you're a New Yorker

¤ It's like a 6th sense

¤ So naturally you're both mean to each other

¤ The others are like 'oh shirt they hate each other'

¤ You don't

¤ Like eventually you leave and Dals all

"She ain't bad."

¤ And everyone's all

"You just insulted each other like.. 25 times?"

¤ And he just nods and lights a cigarette like he didn't just meet his second favorite person in this town

¤ Naturally you both see each other at some pizza place

¤ Probably one that's closest to greasy NY pizza

¤ This is meant as a compliment, yall have such good pizza omfg

¤ You both realize just how much you have in common

¤ How thick the air is, the random guy getting his ass beat as you're just minding your business, the fact nobody here can understand certain words you say

¤ You two understand each other

¤ If Dallas would ever open up to someone about his trauma (he wouldn't), it'd be you

¤ He knows you've seen at least a sliver of the same shit he did

¤ Anyways, both of yall love to hype of New York together

¤ Like really play into the stereotypes

"Oh ya', a rat nearly ate m' face off once"

"WHAT??"

"Happen'd to me, too"

¤ You both think it's hilarious

¤ Plus yall love to make your accents thicker to confuse people more

¤ Slur the vowels together, mumble more then you need to, then watch people try to figure out what the fuck you just said

¤ Dal gets all mad if someone asks him to lighten up the accent

¤ I think you both like hanging out together because it reminds the other of home

¤ Like Dal almost forgot what a New Yorker who wasn't him sounded like

¤ Plus if Dal ever met your parents, even though he's rude and kind of dangerous, they might tolerate him more

¤ Yall intumidate so many people omg

¤ Like half of that town are sweet southern people

¤ So seeing two New Yorkers you get the classic

"Ew, they're yankees"

¤ Yes we really do say that 👍

¤ But people get all scared cuz they're like 'omg they're gonna shoot me'

¤ Again, you both think it's the funniest shit

¤ Like being yelled at by a New Yorker is scary enough

¤ But TWO

¤ It's like you two are so intimidating together it's perfect

¤ Of course Dal asks you on a date to some pizza place and you two walk around the block sharing a cigarette

¤ Another thing

¤ You're actually used to the cold and he's so, so grateful for that

¤ Everyone else in Oklahoma gets all shivery the moment it's less then 60

¤ Like you don't complain about it and he loves that so much

¤ Back to the topic

¤ Date goes great

¤ Once you two become a thing you fight a good amount

¤ I mean you're from the North, it's natural (I think?? This might be stereotypical so sorry)

¤ Even people from the South fight with Dal so this isn't any different

¤ But since you're both used to fights the insults are crazy

¤ Like the gangs jaws have dropped hundreds of times with what the two of yall come up with

¤ Like it's the most foul, disturbingly impressive, heart breaking insults

¤ Then the other returns it with a snicker and another just as horrendously good insult

¤ Match made in heaven

[nightcolorz]

Have been actually shocked by the takes of Louis and Armand’s relationship dynamic that I have been seeing in which people act like Armand’s subservience is manipulative and evil.

As someone who was also a victim of grooming in my youth (though obvs not like Armand level of traumatic events bc good lord that boy cannot catch a break) I always found Armand to be a really compelling character, and I loved how they were handling the psychological impact of his abuse on his relationships within the show and they all felt very relatable to a degree. I was like mind blown by the way they handled how Louis and Armand’s pasts related to each others and thought it was super clever and it made me go “holy shit” in a way that a tv show hasn’t made me go in a long time. Though I can see where some of the takes are coming from, it has been really disheartening as a victim of grooming to see people dismiss Armand’s behavior when he’s with Louis as purely a form of manipulation on Armand’s part or a fun silly sex thing 😭😭😭

YES ANON FR!!! also very disheartening and genuinely offensive to me how some ppl talk about Armand and his trauma (also am a victim of grooming lol). I’ve talked about this before, but the way ppl r saying with their full chests that Armand is being manipulative in his trauma responses is like actually fucked up, and it’s low key triggering to me 😭. Just bcus armand manipulates ppl doesn’t mean he is *always* manipulating ppl omfg 💀💀 some nuance pls I beg of u.

to me it seems very clear that Armand falls into subservience and behaves as the victim bcus the abuse he experienced was the closest he ever felt to feeling like he understood what he was doing and understood what he was needed for. For a lot of victims of grooming their abuse can cause them to feel safe in those types of abusive dynamics bcus it’s familiar to them, which def seems to be how it is for Armand. Armand feels constantly lost and confused and by being a slave again he returns to a time where he knew what he was, when he had someone there to tell him what he was. And it comes off very clearly to me that Louis sees this in Armand when Armand tells him about his trauma and (as he’s also in a vulnerable position) realizes that he can use Armand’s pattern of submitting to servitude to his advantage. Which!!! That is objectively fucked up im sorry 😭 and I’m tired of being in a fandom where ppl r acting like just bcus Louis is a likeable sympathetic character and Armand does mistreat Louis also, that means Louis isn’t capable of mistreating Armand. Bcus it sounds like when ppl make those excuses that they r saying sexual exploitation like that is ok 😭. Just bcus Armand agrees to and participates in it doesn’t mean Louis isn’t knowingly exploiting the trauma of a vulnerable person 😭 and it doesn’t make it ok. Like we can find it fun and sexy, but the “face down in the coffin” scene was still borderline non con sensual 😭 yknow what I’m saying? You can like Louis as ur fav and discuss how Armand is shitty to him without acting like it’s ok for Louis to pretend to be Armand’s abuser as he orders him around like an animal so he’ll do what he wants. This is an incredibly complex dynamic with two very fucked up characters who hurt and abuse each other out of fear, and some of u can’t handle that nuance 😭.

and I understand not being able to grasp the nuance of Armand’s character, it took me like a year to fully wrap my head around him. He’s got a lot going on and it’s hard to understand why he behaves the way he does, especially if you haven’t experienced sexual trauma or grooming. But just like, y’all have to remember that it can come off as pretty shitty and bad faith to interpret a character like this as always being evil all the time. Ur reducing someone very complex and ur making some borderline offensive (also borderline racist but that’s a different rant) implications

thank u sm for the ask anon ur so right and I relate so hard to ur annoyances ❤️❤️

[ddostoyevskyy]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... This is the official masterlist of WINGS ERA featuring MHA. Every short or long fic will be heavily based off BTS’ Wings album and based off the author’s imagination.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... heavily implied DARK ROMANCE, fem!reader, yandere!reader, heavy gore, angel/devil quirks, based off BS&T lore, greek mythology, mentions of God, Lucifer, NO blasphemy, religiously implied, overpowered!reader, religious themes, trauma!reader, disassociation, split-personality, sexual themes; sexual abuse, mental abuse, assaultion, women oppresions, non-canon scenarios, coming-of-age trope, the following does NOT follow any canon implications, every fic were imaginary.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... I can’t promise that these will be canon through the characters. But I’ll do my best as I can. I’m actually challenging myself to write more complex characters (especially Touya, omfg) and as you can see, AWAKE and STIGMA was left without any character to fill so please, please, request anyone from MHA. I still can’t find the right character to fill the summary I made, so... help me :p

STATUS: UPDATING....

➹ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎: 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋!

feat. Todoroki Touya, Dabi.

summary: ❛Why does that little girl’s naivety made the little boy too greedy? How does one protect with such little mind but his body’s already different? What does it makes to be bad as it too sweet at the same time?❟

note: following the Todoroki family lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒!

feat. Takami Keigo, Hawks.

summary: ❛The Fall of the Rebel of Angels and its familiarity always makes his own wings stutters. As fast as he was, as slow as the time goes by, the unforgotten desire of you will always be trapped in an asylum where they tucked you away.❟

note: following Hawks’ lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍!

feat. Bakugo Katsuki.

summary: ❛Youth is a bitch, so was he. As he reflected along his mistakes and blames, sticks through the flames, the remnants of you stood still at the back of his head; all young and innocent — ‘til he stumbles upon you again, the same eyes and face but never the same heartbeat you shared.❟

note: following Bakugo’s childhood lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐋𝐈𝐄!

feat. Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura.

summary: ❛The mask he puts on his face where equivalent to what he portrays; a man that he wasn’t. He had lived his life driven by nothing and you lie awake.❟

note: following Shigaraki’s childhood lore but not the whole series’ canon plot.

➹ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀!

feat. tba.

summary: ❛As you lie awake, he slumbers and swim under your influence; in his dreams, he was having a conversation with his father; and when he wakes up, the man he wasn’t became your enigma’s puzzle.❟

note: CHARACTER REQUEST ARE OPEN.

➹ 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄!

feat... tba.

summary: ❛The relentless nights of nightmares haunts you down in vain, leaving you awake. You knew what you saw, so why is he here now besides you like you could forget the way his heart dropped a beat?❟

note: CHARACTER REQUEST ARE OPEN.

➹ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄: 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!

feat. Takami Keigo, Hawks.

summary: ❛The world finally lets you spread your wings to fly — the world being him, because no matter how you denies, you knew he’s the reason why you wanted to fly.❟

note: spin off of ‘Blood, Sweat and Tears.’

All Rights Reserved 2024 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

The good and bad HOA debates/discussions I can’t believe were/are real (a non-comprehensive/non-consecutive list of discourse over the years):

Toastgate

Jerome vs Eddie: was Eddie actually a worse cheater than Jerome? (!?!?!?!)

The Fabina Books™

Thinking Robert’s old man hand was actually going to be Nina returning in S3

Ben/Piper

Season 4 (give it UP already omfg)

Joy vs Nina (give it UP already omfggggg)

“Willow is too much like Amber” (they could not be more diametrically opposed character types, they’re just both white women with blond-ish hair who dated Alfie)

Patricia being abusive (??)

Photoshopping Patricia’s head onto that one pic from the Keddie brotp photoshoot but leaving the arms untouched, yet everyone believed it was real (LMFAO?!?)

Kissgate

The tunnel potholes (shhhhh… shhhh… we will never actually figure it out, but it drives me crazy too)

Where does Victor sleep?

OMA!

Does Eddie have a body count?

Pamgate: did Joy just misunderstand the rules of the game they were playing? (Yes, she did, but so did everyone else including the writers)

Where did Vera go?

Were the Frobisher-Smythes colonizers? (Technically no, but they were tomb-raiders who stole a bunch of artifacts, and they were white Victorians/Edwardians so you do the math)

Is Victor/Mr. Sweet better as a couple or father and son? (brother eughhh)

Corbina (my fav April fools gag)

Is the Collector really Gustav Ziestack? (HAHAHA)

Who actually is the Sinner who broke the phonograph? Is it Nina returning??? (yall were so dense for this one I can’t even lie)

Trauma Olympics (they were all put through the wringer, guys)

What happened to the cat??? (I still need answers)

[dungeonmeshi-confessions]

I wanna do more kabumisu positivity following that other anon. it really brightened my day so much.

bc really I dont want to bash other ships to lift mine up!!! and I actually also really love and respect labru, and know the majority of labru shippers arent Like That, just like most kabumisu shippers arent Like That. every group has some annoying, loud, opinionated people and they dont represent the average person who likes the ship, you know? I would love to see some labrus follow suit and send in some positivity as well!!! If the positivity keeps going I will come in here and post all my fave things about labru, labru art, and labru shippers as a kabumisu. lets ditch the bitching and hold hands instead!

anyway, some reasons I really love kabumisu

- as a neurodivergent disabled person dating another neurodivergent person, this is like. THE couple to me. and like its not just about mithrun being taken care of. taking care of mithrun actively helps kabru be more mindful of his own needs. In my life, I may struggle to feed myself, but I can make breakfast if my partner is hungry. other times she may do the same for me, it depends on who is doing worse.

-they both struggle with insomnia also

-from everything we've seen, pre-dungeon mithrun wasn't entirely dissimilar to kabru (high masking people pleaser) and thats Fascinating to me.

-kabru's job seems pretty stressful (no matter how much fulfillment it brings him, its a lot of responsibility for one person!) so I feel like coming home to that one guy he can take his mask off around and not even have to try and impress must be such a huge relief. also add mithrun with cooking experience to this, making kabru a nice meal after a long day of work.

-Mithrun is actually very perceptive and sees straight through kabru's bs multiple times and doesn't hesitate to call him out. Laios isnt the only character that forces kabru to be honest. ("unless theres someone else?" "theres someone you want to tell that story to.") mithrun is also the one who gives kabru the information he's been seeking this whole time.

-I am very interested in exploring mithruns whole desire situation. what desires does he gain? I think it is probably a lot of little ones that weave together. oh also I think sometimes things may seem more mithrun centric bc in any story where he is going to end up in a relationship he is going to have a much more dynamic arc than whoever he is paired with. literally dynamic as in like. he requires a lot more growth to achieve the outcome. and there are ways to skip it or gloss through it but. a lot of these stories require that in some way you show the progress has happened.

-to me, kabumisu is more often queeplatonic than romantic. but Im aroace so that could just be my aroace glasses. ALSO kabru is vaguely aro to me. you mean the guy thats super desirable that doesnt really seem interested in anyone particular outside of pursuing friendship? that guy? (also the way he did rin omfg)

-random but I dont think kabrus PTSD is talked about enough and also like the extent of his trauma. its not just utaya/monsters/his mom dying; its being raised by a single mother, its his blue eyes, its being adopted, its being raised by an elf, etc!!!! a lot of things he does bc of ptsd get attributed to autism (I also hc kabru as autistic, and some is symptom overlap. but it is secondary to the ptsd! he is traumatized first and foremost ty) I really love kabru so much. ty for the ptsd rep <3

-also out here to say I know an amount of kabumisu content is mithrun centric. I will tell you from my pov specifically though its bc I deeply relate to mithrun (as someone who once told a therapist many years ago I desired nothing and truly meant it. she said I was like a puppet without strings. of course I saw mithrun and was like. oh.) and Im in love with kabru. kabru reminds me of all the people who gave me a reason to pull through. people who saw good in me and treated me like a person when I didnt feel like one. I also really relate to kabru though as someone with complex trauma, even if my traumas are not the same. thats why I say I think not enough is attributed to his ptsd. anyway, once I just opened a notebook and wrote kabrus name over and over again with hearts. I have never done this to mithrun. so dont tell me kabumisus dont like kabru !!!

-kabru and mithrun are both so gender. Ive seen so many variants on their gender and gender expression in the ship. some people hate this and insist they must be one way or the other. I think theyre neat lots of different ways. I love when theyre both feminine men. I love when mithrun is super masc. I love when theyre butch4butch. I love when theyre both trans. and so much more. its all beautiful. a very good variety of food. the other day on my dash I had a tallman art of mithrun with the biggest tits imaginable and the very next post he was like a little porcelain doll. keep up the good work guys. I love you.

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[yellowocaballero]

"He had never actually wanted Kakashi dead, no matter how deep in the nihilist abyss he had been. He was just a mass murderer who had fucking hated him. Asshole was making some logical jumps here." sticks out to me as funny as fuck. obito. come on. lmaoooooo

The climax unwinds a lot, doesn't it? The logical fallacies that Obito runs into time after time finally get verbalized and made explicit. Obito's had the thought 'hey maybe life doesn't have to be perfect for us to be happy' like three different times and he's brushed it aside EVERY time, until Kakashi matches his freak and says the exact same shit Obito's been saying this entire time. And Obito's like what are you talking about that's ridiculous you weirdo jlksadf

They're foils. Obito writes Mr. Obito Hatake in his diary and goes 'omfg we're foils' <3. Kakashi and Obito are both fucked up dudes whose lives broke them into pieces, and who hurt people because of it. Obito hates Kakashi about as much as he hates himself; blames him for Rin's death like he blames himself; thinks of them as equally broken. And yet he believes Kakashi deserves paradise, because despite all of the trauma he still believes in Kakashi's goodness. For the sake of the people who love him, Kakashi must exist in this world. Saying that to Kakashi made Obito realize a lot of things himself. I think, in that moment, he understood how Sakura felt when he turned away from her.

But yes um the funny is funny but it's funny because Obito is finally saying the quiet part out loud and it's growing increasingly stupid. His logic is just increasingly illogical. It's obvious.

Something small but important that might have been missed: “I killed everybody at fault,” Obito agreed, in a facsimile of cheerfulness. Kakashi visibly wondered the obvious, but Obito ignored him. That pretty obviously implies that Obito does not think Kakashi is at fault for Rin's death. Then why have you been calling it HIS FAULT this ENTIRE STORY, OBITO! He has done NOTHING but blame Kakashi for Rin's death this entire story, even after he says this. There's no reason to think that - except, obviously, for the fact that Obito killed everybody else and it didn't make him feel better, and the only people left to hate are Kakashi and Obito. So hate he does.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep2 Musings

I absolutely adore the title cards; the "fangs" reflecting main locations of the episodes/seasons. GOD this show's attention to detail.

We open with Lou & Claud in Paris bickering about French & money; already shown in the Pix11 preview (I gave my opinions on the full scene, and another post about Claudia specifically.

Then we get Dubai. O_O Omfg. I made a separate post all about Louis & Loumand, cuz those queens were DIABOLICAL this episode.

Skipping ahead a bit! To the coven/theatre! ^0^

Ohhhh....that's a Children of Satan/Darkness nod! 👀 Only thing's that the old guard from the CoS/D actually weren't part of the Coven/Theatre anymore by the time Louis & Claudia arrived (Alessandra, Eleni, and the rest of Rhoshamandes' fledglings Santino indoctrinated & had train Armand).

So Armand is REALLY showing off, tryna impress Louis; cuz none of the members of THAT Theatre troupe are older than Armand, and not even he's as old as Charlemagne. Armand, your yaoi is showing. XD

It's wild how on one hand we have the coven simping over how pretty Louis is (except Santiago, cuz ofc 🙄); while just HATING on Claudia.

Naw, let her stay! Estelle is THIRSTY and I love her for it, bless! XD

Santiago, you shady wench, you're already on my hit list, BUFFOON; but THIS striped heifer, Celeste--

Wench, are all Parisian vampiresses frumpy busted haters like YOU?

Anyways. 🙄 I hate this effing coven already. 😒

Foreshadowing AF, Mr. I Could Not Prevent It.

Sure, Jan. 🙄 But not all violence/abuse/trauma is physical/sexual. By allowing the Theatre to put their hands on Claudia, Armand harmed Louis more than anyone ever could. Claudia was the glue keeping Louis together when he was already falling apart, and he hasn't been right ever since. BOTH of these dudes are living in a fantasy, frikkin la-la-land, as they think they're HELPING e/o, going thru all these theatrical acts & performances. But are they REALLY happy? Esp. cuz we know who's endgame for them in the books. It's bittersweet, cuz their affection's REAL. But this weird codependency just isn't healthy or right. U_U

Eff you, Daniel Hart. tryna make me cry!

Eff you, Daniel Hart, tryna make me laugh!

This scene with the naked lady (Annika) was SO GOOD! I'm glad they tastefully didn't fully show her whole body like they did in the film--if we can't see full frontal nudity for the dudes, then I don't wanna see it on the gals either. 😤 Fair's fair!

But WOAH, the sexckshuhality~!

👻💀⚰️

I don't even have words for this! 😅 Claudia! Let the man win ONCE!?

But I LOVE how candid this show is about everything from sexuality to race--and ofc discrimination.

Oh they're cooking. O_O

THEY ACTUALLY SPOKE ON THE FACT THAT ARMAND'S A BROWN ASIAN DARKER SKINNED THAN REDBONE LDPDL, I'M SHOOK--COLOR CONSCIOUS AWARD GOES TO~~~!

Armand gets to lead the coven through meritocracy, not racial privilege. HOWEVER, we've got bleach-blonde Santiago still waiting in the wings, so.... I can't wait to see more of their dynamics.

We been knew, Louis, it's ok. U_U

Armand clearly been knew, too! Like: Yeah, I'm not surprised he's cruising all the gay parks--I could tell by the way that American walked! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I KNOW this bish ain't talking, not Mr. Polynesian Marys! Not Mr. I Did What I Had To Do To SCORE. Not Mr. We Met In A GAY Bar. Not Mr. Black Tar And Heroin! Not Mr. Is Alicia Even REAL!? I KNOW he's not tryna shade Louis for cruising, when his closeted arse can't even handle being in a room with Armand making come-hither eyes!

I love Daniel, how he's written & acted, but ISTG I hate his character.

As opposed to Santiago, who is just--BRUH. WERK.

And this is exactly what Lestat was getting at, too. And why Akasha was wrong when she said men are the problem. Like, don't get me wrong, THEY ARE, but chile, ALL HUMANS are the problem; eff gender. Homegirl sold that old dude down the frikkin river, just to save her own skin, and her family's. COMPLICIT. OFFAL.

Santiago's disgusted by humanity, and Annika proved his point.

As for Lestat, his cold willful detachment stems from his attitude that humans are just The Meat. This version of Lestat is SO dang jaded, that humans are reduced to mere food--just like he called Miss Lily.

He doesn't need the Evil Doer creed, if he thinks ALL humans are evil/irredeemable; only worth living if they can sing & make music or something artistic. Otherwise who cares? (Which makes it VERY interesting to see what AMC!Les would say to Memnoch the Devil....)

Speaking of....

I frikkin knew it. ISTG Lestat must be asleep in 2022--if y'all have him do a Merrick and wake up in the finale, I will pass out and DIE.

The question is: WHAT put him to sleep? Is he just sad & grieving post-trial? WTF is Raglan James doing in 2022? Are we post-Memnoch? Where are TWMBK? I NEED ANSWERS, AMC! 😭

[kamiko1234]

Alrighty, I just got to the point of Chapter 13 after they talked to Luke and BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS. So , can we talk about how straight up unserious Percy is ? Like you NOTICE that this is a kid. Buddy is out on a mission to basically save the world, going around telling Medusa he and his friends are orphans having been left behind by a circus and sightseeing XD Say what you want but that kid is funny af. Love that for him. The whole Medusa thing was CREPPY tho, like- Grover fr just found what basically is his dead uncle's corpse ???????? That's honestly fucked up. (The Uncle Ferdinand jokes were funny as hell tho) I do hold firm onto the believethat the gods are sort of dicks tho. Like, honestly ? I'm surprised there wasn't a half blood revolution yet ! Those poor children are treated HORRIBLY by their parents ! Not to mention that they also gotta deal with all sorts of monsters just because they are the kids of that one specific god. Ngl if I was a demigod I'd be ready to straight up overthrow the gods. Or atleast sue them for all the child neglect they did. Like, damn there seems to be little to no resentment against the gods on the side of the kids besides Percy. How'd that happen ? Does Camp Halfblood just have really good therapists to deal with all that trauma and to keep the kids from going , idk, crazy ? Or do they just flood them with propaganda ???? Idk, just seems a bit weird to me how everyone seems to like the gods when so far most couldn't care less so far OR are doing the bare minimum. The only thing more surprising to me than the fact that no one hates the gods, is how surprisingly well I can get on with the first-person POV ? Like, I JUST realized that. It's just THAT good. Normally I don't rly like first-person , but honestly this is the biggest expection so far ! Percy's POV is just hilarious. Kinda nervous about his dreams tho, idk what to make of them.......... But also, OMFG GROVER WAS THE GUY WHO BROUGHT ANNABETH. Damn does every character have trauma here ? Poor lad. On the topic of Grover tho, that whole backstory with Pan gives me BIG tingels for my traitor theories. When he went on his little rant about humanity and how they ruined nature, he very clearly called Percy human. He sees Percy as part of a group he seemingly dislikes to atleast some degree.

Grover also has a sort of legacy he thinks he needs to fullfill ? With many (if not all) members of his family having been seekers. Like, what if Pan IS actually dead ? Or atleast in the underworld, and that is why no seeker has ever returned ? Maybe Hades manages to get Grover to betray Percy by offering him Pan ? It is Grover's dream while also being very important to his entier species. It looks like a good motivation for me. Otherwise I rly like the backstory for Grover we have so far. The author did a great job in fleshing him out tbh. He really went from a droky comic-relieve sort of guy to something..... honestly depressing. I really wonder what happened to Pan. But I do think he's most likely dead or somewhere in the underworld, with Hades being the big bad it would think. ANNABETH GOT A HINT TOO THO, during the Luke talk he did mention that you'd have to be invisible to get the Master Bolt. And the Athena Cabin already picked the side against Poseidon when the camp started to splitt. The motivation for her would still stay the same ofcourse, her godly parent. Personally I do still favor Annabeth as traitor, but it could simply be that I just had the theory about her for longer. Honestly both have solid bases for it and I'd be interesting either way. I'm about halfway done now, so I doubt a thrid character will be introduced now to be the traitor. If a new character IS introduced tho, they'd props be the prime suspect for me. But also, thank you Luke for being one of the MOST reliable character in the story so far. Anytime you show off smth good happens for me (either entertainment or more hints for my theory). BUT ALSO HIM CALLING ANNABETH HIS LITTLE SISTER ? ALKQOPÜREINA THAT'S SO CUTE LIKE ????? ugh ngl now I sort of hope it ISN'T Annabeth bc her betraying them would BREAK Luke's heart T-T. Just let them be happy, please. That's all I ask. Let my fav big bro be happy. Please.

[master-of-stupidity]

Fuck it gonna put all my Tangled rants into a single thread that I'll just continue on if needed-

Oldest to newest btww (also spoilers most of these r about Eugene btw ik ik I'm a lil autistic spare me 💀)

That one part of Bruno is Orange but Eugene coded-

"Did you hear about that Father

Sent his own infant son away

And said "It's to *dangerous* for

you to stay so, I had to *save* you" "

I may be cringe but I am FREE

Yo omg ok so my brother is singin a Into the Woods song while I look at Tangled stuff n it made me remember a scene from the play where Gothel yells at the Prince "Rapunzel can think for herself!" n like- dude Cass said the same thing in Cassandra's Revenge to Eugene! Ooo girlll-

The way I would kill so many ppl if it meant getting a series about Lance n Eugene as kids like broooo imagineee-

Its crazy how like I'll be enjoying my day than suddenly I'll see a post of a mf going "Hey what if Eugene thought he was a yr younger cuz he was like a rlly scrawny kid?" Yeah ok sure n what if I hit u with a *metal pole*

My tangled ocs r so random its hilarious- like it goes from a bodyguard,a greedy businessman,a ringleader,n than that one serial killer who turns ppl into meat pies like how did we get here???? 😭🙏

I just remembered like just a few days ago my brother randomly said "vase" while playing Fortnite n my ass just said "vAHse" just to fck w/ him n like that kinda reminded me of that one scene of Eugene n Cass like damn they were sibling coded frrr lmao I miss em

Wdym there was a scrapped Eugene n Lance childhood episode??🧍And WDYM it's literally everything I ever wished for and more???????? 😃

Would love to see Eugene n Martin Kratt interact solely to see Martin be appalled n slowly lose his mind over how Eugene knows jackshit about animals 💀🙏

I think the Eugene genderbends look so weird to me because none of them kept the infamous goatee like cmon man don't be a coward give that girl some facial hair 🗣🗣

I should not be relating Heather's music to scenes from Tangled the Series yet here we r 😭

Omggg thinking about how Eugene proposing to Rapunzel in tts came from his abandonment issues n him literally not being able to see a life without Rapunzel omgg shut upppp leave me ALONEEE

Literally despise with every fiber of my being how the writers of the shitty Wreck it Ralph 2 movie had fcking RAPUNZEL of all ppl say "Do ppl assume all ur problems were solved just because a big strong man showed up?" They fcking HATEE the movie Tangled *so much* bro istggg

OMFG THE VOICE OF KING FREDRIC FROM TANGLED IS MR. FCKING KRABS WHAT?????

The way I wanna be bold n talk more about the "Over the Corona Walls" ep- esp about Staylan n Eugene n all the icky implications of that but I'm also so scared too cuz I fear ppl won't take me seriously or think I'm overanalyzing too much 😭🙏

Lowkey not over the fact Eugene was willing to trap himself back in an abusive relationship, "leaving" the one person he HAS died for n would die for again, all to save his best friend like bro don't TALK TO MEEEE

As u can tell I am totally normal n not at all ill about Eugene or this show 😁

What if I gave Eugene like- slight wedding trauma after the whole "Beyond the Corona Walls" incident??? I think it'd be kinda cool n in character ngll 🤭🤭

No but that prompt for the unaired Lance n Eugene episode STILL makes me so fcking ill bro stg can't STAND those mfss bro 😭😭

"And if I gave up on being *pretty* I wouldn't know how to be ALIVE" is SO Eugene coded idc idc idccccc

You think if I put Eugene Fitzherbert in The Amazing Digital Circus he'd be a walking dumpster fire considering he needs an identity to function n in TADC u like- quite literally don't have one??? 💀

Was listening to an audio last night n now I kinda wish we knew like- what Eugene's mom was actually *like* in a way considering I don't think her character was ever explored :((

Why is this plushie literally Eugene Fitzherbert omgg I want it nowwww

To the ppl who only see others as their pfps lowkey rlly hope y'all just see me as jester Eugene Fitzherbert cuz that'd be rlly funny n I'd love that 💀🙏 like yes I truly am just Eugene in a jester fit yappin my ass off on twitter dot com LMFAOOO (btw follow me @/theratbatjester)

[orcelito]

orcelito's trigun fic recs!

making this for @trigunfanfic's fic appreciation week! this is a nonexhaustive list & not in any particular order (aside from the smut fics, which i separated into another section). just a few fics i rly love & think should get more attention!!

so Here are the multichapters (some of which have smut, but it's not the focus):

someone to last your whole life by catchatter / @needlab7

this one is sooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥺 i was reading it as it was being released and MAN it drove me insane. every bit of the post-trimax love and healing i couldve ever wanted. genuinely one of my fav trigun fics. it's just so well written & evocative. it really does feel like Vash and Wolfwood... and just. aughghghgh im gonna have to reread it sometime bc it truly is something special

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples) by neatrogenous / @floofyfluff

this is the other post-trimax fic that Changed My Life. i read it all in one go in one euphoric hyperfocus. i felt every emotion known to mankind. it is just. slkdfjsldfjlskdfj god. i adore how Vash is written here. both of them, really. it just feels so much like them. someday, i will reread this one Too...

Make it to Daybreak by @hypermoyashi (on both ao3 and tumblr)

god. what to say about this one. honestly i have never watched Demon Slayer so going into this fic i was missing that context, but i never felt like i was actually missing out on much. Allen does such a fantastic job at bringing u into the world without having to know anything about it at all. i LOOOOVE demon vash sooo much. so very much. im a little behind on updates rn sldfsdfkj but im excited to catch back up bc everything about this au is just Sooooo fun. everyone potentially interested in Demon Vash should read this. Do it. Right Now. 🥺 pls

Trillium and Ivy by @shastafirecracker (on both ao3 and tumblr)

AUGHHHHHH omfg this one was one of the first fics i read for trigun, and MAN it really set a high bar for me. im a little picky when it comes to modern aus, but this one is just so.... WONDERFUL... i read the entire thing in the first half of my day one day and spent the rest of my day in a fugue state. it was just SO SO SO good. i recently reread it and even having read it before, it was just as wonderful to read. realistic relationship development, compelling Saverem drama, all of it. it's also probably my favorite fic for the depiction of Vash's injury & recovery. the first time i read it i was just blown away by how realistic it felt, right down to the trauma memories of watching bargain bin movies while he was stuck in bed. honestly i could rant for forever about this one lol. it truly is special.

and RELATED TO THAT,,,

Wildflowers, also by ShastaFirecracker

i actually didnt know these 2 fics were written by the same person at first lol. Wildflowers got linked in my trigun server & i checked it out bc Fuck Yeah trans wolfwood. and then had my world just blown away. it's SUCH a good fic, & i really am such a sucker for fantasy au. and i was just absolutely gushing about how realistic the depiction of trans wolfwood was even before i finished the fic. SUCH a great fic. so imagine my surprise & delight when i went back to reread Trillium and Ivy and realized -- OH FUCK, it's by the SAME PERSON !!! such beautiful writing, For Real. i really do love these 2 fics.

Sun, Moon, and Stars by tragic_unpaired_electron (can't find a tumblr link on the fic or ao3 profile, so if anyone knows them feel free to share this with them pls !!)

WOW LOOK it's a fic that doesnt have VW as the main focus!!! unfortunately the only one of those on this list (i May be a tad predictable...), & it really earned its place here. it's just such a fascinating fic that answers the question of What If Tesla Survived? i adore the exploration of her strengths and struggles, as well as her sibling relationship with Knives and Vash. it's so INTERESTING, and it gets into the meat of fighting for the rights of Independent Plants (and plants in general) and just. man. i read this and wanted to devote my life to one Tesla Saverem. she is so precious and hard-headed and SUCH a good big sister. pls do read it, it's such a lovely fic

and NOW...

onto the smut fics lol.

there are Plenty of very good smut fics around, but these are the ones that really stuck with me. either for being Different than the norm, or just being very... well. ya kno lol.

dont worry about the picture this paints of me lmfaoooo

you'll never get enough by tagteamme / @phaltu

AGHHHHHHHHH oh my god this fic made me FEEL things. it's a boxer / gym au, and MAN does it do it well. u get the sweaty gym setting, u get the homoeroticism & horny pining, u get the blatant masochism that drives them both... im just obsessed with it. that stove scene is going to stay with me For Life. & the smut is of course VERY good, but the Vibes... oh the Vibes are so impeccable. obsessed.

there is a season for all things by SolidShrimp (cant find their tumblr on the fic/profile, but i Know ive seen them on tumblr 🤔 if anyone knows their url, pls do me a favor and send this to them!)

THIS ONE.......................... man. man. man. man. like i know xeno is The Average for fandom vash, except the normal flower "plantussy" doesnt really do much for me. im too much of a monster fucker for that i guess. it's not BAD, just not particularly exciting. this, though? now, THIS one left an impression. ive already gushed about it to the writer in the comments of the first fic (havent kept up with the sequel fics, tho i really should catch back up sometime) so i'll keep it brief here. just. such an UTTERLY delightful inhuman vash portrayal, to the point where his reproductive biology is just plain incompatible with Wolfwood & Meryl's (oh yeah, it's mashwood, which is WONDERFUL...). wolfwood and meryl are in over their head trying to figure out how to get vash off in his own way, but they do their Absolute Best!!! it's just rly sweet and i adore the way the writer went Full Ham into the inhuman aspects. utterly delightful.

Kick me once again, and say we'll never part by epsilontauri (doesn't look like they're on tumblr? there's just a link to their twitter on the fic. but if anyone knows them, feel free to send this to them!)

this one is. so. very. AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ok i will be honest this is probably my favorite vw smut. and it's barely even smut. the sequel is definitely much more sex, but this one is. well. it's some extreme, dangerous, and barely negotiated S&M. as the saying goes, it's neither Safe Or Sane, but it sure is consensual! it's just so. well looking at just the tags sure does reveal it. horrible coping, it's an intense fic, but it's just so.......... DELIGHTFUL........... i really really really love fics that stick to their guns like this. and i love how even though Wolfwood had a GREAT time, we get to see how it kinda freaked Vash out (he did Not like hurting Wolfwood), so the sequel is good for a fic where they're both genuinely having lots of fun. this one is actually rather not fun for Vash. but it's just. it's about the Extremity of it. the Possessiveness. pushing someone to their absolute limits!!!!!!!!! this is another fic that i rambled in the comments about bc. yeah. yeah. it's. just trust me. if ur into fucked up dudes being fucked up dudes, this is the fic for you.

& OKAY i think that's my list. again, it's nonexhaustive, but ive had enough typing i think lol

hope u guys enjoy the recs 🥺

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 31 - Alpträume]

• Alpträume (German, nightmares)

Warnings: nightmares, talks about trauma & killing, magical rituals, she is all sappy with them, Yoongi is so loved, i fucking can’t anymore, this chapter made me cry so hard istfg, he is so loved!, Yoongi *jumps into lava*, he needs to be fucking stopped, I don’t want him anymore, I do but omfg please STOP MIN YOONGI

Wordcount: 10.9k

a/n: idk what to say anymore i just want them to be happy

The air is burning you. You can’t breathe. You feel helpless. Alone. Scared. The shadow is staring at you. There in the corner. Its eyes are white. The body is blacker than the night. Unmoving. Stalking. Watching. Observing. 

There.

You feel danger seeping from it. It is not your friend. You feel it.

Stalking. Watching. Observing. 

“Hello?” you call out to it.

The eyes appear and disappear in slow blinks. 

“What do you want from me?” you ask it. 

It disappears only to appear closer to you. 

You can’t move away. It is coming closer and you can’t move away.

“Please leave me alone.”

Blink. Blink. Blink.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t want to kill you”, you sob, “please leave me alone.” 

The shadow disappears and appears right in front of you. 

“No!” you exclaim, pushing at it only to push air instead. You woke up, but still feel as if you are dreaming. You sit up.

Lights turn on. 

“It’s okay, I’m here”, Yoongi says, hurrying to your side inhumanly fast. He places his hands on your arm, looking at you with worried eyes, “I’m here now, love.”

“Yoongi”, you press out, letting out a little sob afterwards. You even press your eyes closed, sinking in on yourself.

“It’s okay, nothing can hurt you anymore”, he whispers, hugging you against his chest. He sways your bodies from side to side, “you’re okay now.”

“I’m not okay, I’m so scared”, you hiccup, shaking in his arms.

“I know, but I’m here now. I’ll keep you safe.”

“I can’t take it anymore. I can’t sleep without having nightmares. I’m so scared.”

“I know love, I know. Fuck princess, I’m so sorry this is happening to you”, he says, cradling you against him tighter. He kisses the crown of your head, resting his cheek on it afterwards, “should I make you dream again? Nice ones about your plants, how does that sound?” he offers.

“No, please don’t make me go back to sleep, please”, you beg him.

“Okay, you don’t have to. Come on, let’s take a walk”, he says, picking you up from bed to carry you out of the room. 

He only sets you down so you can put on your shoes and he can close your coat neatly. He gives you his beanie, pulling it over your ears to keep you warm. 

He was actually on his way out for a quick hunt when he sensed your distress. He realised that he began sensing it ever since a few weeks. It only really works up to a certain distance before it stops, but if you are still close enough to him, he feels a heavy lump of unease in his chest whenever you are in any sort of distress. He hurried back to you the second this lump began to form and arrived just when you woke. The room reeked of fear as he stumbled into it. 

You still smell of it even now, outside and far away from bed. You are clutching him so tightly it feels as if you were scared that he might disappear.

Yoongi has his arm draped around you, keeping you safe.

“Is this real?” you ask him.

“Yes princess, this is real”, he promises you. 

“I woke up so many times lately only to realise that I was still dreaming. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

“This is real, princess. I’m real”, he takes your hand to place it on his chest. 

You and him stop right under a streetlamp. 

“This lamp is real”, he says, guiding your hand to it. The metal feels cold and wet on your palm, “feel it?”

You nod your head.

“Describe it to me.”

“It’s cold and wet.”

“Good job. Now how many fingers am I holding up”, he says, lifting his hand. There are eight fingers on his hand.

The shadow is behind him.

“No. No. Nononono. Please.”

“Princess, wake up”, Yoongi’s voice reaches you.

You flinch and wake. The lights are turned on. Yoongi is hovering over you with his hands clasping your face. He is frowning in worry.

“Hey there, hey”, he whispers, wiping your tears away, “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

“Please leave me alone”, you beg, sobbing in pure fear. This isn’t real again. This is just another dream. Any second now and the shadow will appear. “Please, I’m so sorry. Please leave me alone, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, my love. You’re not dreaming anymore.”

“You said that before”, you choke out between sobs, shaking your head weakly.

“But it’s the truth. Trust me.”

You shake your head. 

“Then ask me something. Something only I can know.”

You look at him, sniffling like crazy. 

Yoongi smiles reassuringly, caressing your cheek. 

“Did..did I i-invite you inside instantly?” you know that the real Yoongi will know what you mean by the cryptic question.

“No, you didn’t. You wanted to water your plants, that’s why we were at your place. In the hallway, we quarrelled about whether or not we should attack Alpha and then you pretended not to invite me inside.”

“And then?”

“Well, eventually you did and I ended up pressing you against the door and telling you not to play with me.”

“What did you knee do?”

“It was between your legs.”

“Yoongi”, you press out, eyes filling with relieved tears.

“It’s me, it’s your Yoongi Boongie”, he says softly, wiping your tears away the second they roll down your face.

“My Yoongi Boongie”, you whisper, reaching up to cup his face, “you’re actually here.”

“Yes my princess, I’m here”, he assures you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “you’re safe now.”

“I’m so, so s-scared”, you stutter, shaking in fear.

“I know, I can smell it. You don’t have to be anymore, I’m keeping you safe.”

Yoongi watches with a heavy heart as you continue to shake. He hurts for you. He doesn’t want you to suffer.

“Should we leave the room for a little? Put some distance between all of this?”

You nod your head, letting him pull you to your feet. He dresses you in one of his hoodies to keep you warm then guides you outside. 

The hallways of Fredrick’s mansion are narrow and long. Darkness hangs in the air and the silence is deafening. You are shivering like crazy, clutching Yoongi as if your life depended on it. The hallways are so dark. This is like in your dream. Dark corridors, silence and shadows waiting to get to you. Panic fills your veins. This is your dream. You are still dreaming.

“No”, you press out, suddenly refusing to move, “no please don’t. No.”

Yoongi, who felt you begin to fight him, turns to you. You are trying to get out of his hold, leaning all of your weight into it.

“No! Leave me alone, please!”

“Hey, my love”, he says, taking your hands, “you’re safe.”

“No, this is- no please”, you beg, fighting him so roughly that he stumbles into you.

“Careful”, he says.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, please. I’m sorry”, you beg. Your eyes are glued to the dark hallway. Any second now and the shadow will appear. Suzy is coming. You can sense it. You fight him harder, stumble away, “please don’t do this, please.”

“___”, he says and cradles your face, tilting it so you are looking at him and only him. His eyes are widened, racing between yours quickly, “look at me.”

“I’m sorry, please believe me.”

“My lovely, hey”, Yoongi gives your cheeks a soft squeeze, “you’re safe and nothing will hurt you right now.”

His voice is loud. Not because he is yelling at you or is in any way angry at you, but because he needs you to hear him. You reek of such intense fear that Yoongi’s stomach twists. He never smelled such dark and sickening anxiety on you.

“She’ll come for me”, you choke out, shaking like crazy.

Yoongi shakes his head vigorously.

“Nobody will come for you. You’re with me now. You’re safe. You’re awake. And I’m here now. Please listen to me, I’m here”, he assures you, pulling your face closer until he can kiss your forehead gently, “I’m here. You’re awake with me.”

You exhale and with it return to him. All it took was that one contact. That one whisper. That one touch. You are with him again. Yoongi can smell it too. You are still anxious and scared but at least you aren’t consumed by it anymore.

“Yoongi”, you choke out, sobbing so quietly it borders a whimper. Like that of a puppy being hurt.

“Talk to me if you can. What’s scary right now?” he speaks gently, running his thumbs back and forth on your temples. No magic is used. He doesn’t need to, because you’ll always be able to find comfort in his presence.

“The, the darkness.”

“Mhm I see. It’s really dark, isn’t it?” he says and kisses the slope of your nose, “we can go back to the room if you want to.”

“No, please don’t make me go back.”

“I won’t, my love. So we’ll continue here, yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, but I’m here. We just have to go downstairs and to the kitchen and then we’ll have light again. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know”, you move your head so you can look into his eyes. Tears roll down your cheeks, “I’m so scared.”

“Okay, I understand”, he speaks gently, “then close your eyes and let me carry you. I won’t let go.”

You whimper quietly, switching between looking at his left and right eye. You are scared to close them.

“What if, what if she gets me that way?”

“She won’t, trust me. I’m here.”

You hesitate.

“Close your eyes, my love”, he whispers and places his hand on your forehead to run it down your face slowly. Like this, he brushes it over your eyes as well, making them fall closed, “there we go, keep them close. You’re doing so well, princess love”, he praises and runs his hands to your cheeks, “how’s that?”  

“Not scary.”

“Yeah? Good job, love. Keep them closed”, he whispers, listening to the sigh of relief you let out, “I’ll lift you now, okay?”

“Okay”, you breathe, lifting your arms so he can pick you up easier.

You fall into him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like Yoongi. He is real. No amount of dark, twisted magic could fool you now. Nothing could recreate the way he smells and how he makes you feel because of it. Safe. Oh so safe. He is real and as long as he is holding you, nobody can get to you.

Yoongi bounces you in his arms twice then his grip on you is secured.

“Let’s go”, he says and carries you through the darkness safely, “just keep them closed, love. I’m right here.”

You aren’t scared, knowing that for as long as you keep your eyes closed, he will make sure that nothing happens to you.

Fredrick doesn’t keep human food in his kitchen, but ordered his servants to buy stuff for you. Neither he nor his servants are in the kitchen. Yoongi switches the lights on and sits you down on the counter.

He stays close, allowing you to hug him. You are still shaking. Not as much as you did in the hallway, but it is still present.

“Do you want some tea?” he offers, caressing your back.

You nod your head and so Yoongi prepares tea for you while you sit on the counter and try not to cry again. Once the tea is done, he takes you back into his arm, carrying the mug with the other hand. He sits down with you on the rocking chair which Fredrick keeps in one corner of the kitchen. It is made out of rattan and is painted white. Pillows make sitting comfortable and a woollen blanket waits to be used. Yoongi drapes it over your legs, making sure that you are tugged in thoroughly. You are sitting on him sideways. There are three windows with low window sills behind the chair, showing the dark night. Yoongi makes sure to turn the chair in a way so that he would look outside while you could look at the bright kitchen. No darkness will torture you again. Not for as long as he can prevent it.

“There we go”, he says, “here’s your tea.”

“Thanks”, you barely get the word out and accept the mug.

Yoongi doesn’t mind how slowly you move or how quietly you talk, holding you safely and rocking the chair just enough that it feels soothing. You don’t say a lot, but he doesn’t mind. He sits with you in silence, scratching your back and keeping his hand on your knee. You drink the tea slowly, staring at the ground with heavy, sleepy eyes. He knows that you are aching for more sleep, but that fear of another nightmare is keeping you awake. 

You take another sip of the tea, clutching the mug with both hands.

“How is the tea?” he asks you in a soft voice.

“Good. You make the best tea”, you whisper.

Yoongi chuckles, “I sure hope I do”, he says, placing his hand on your thigh to rub it gently.

You exhale loudly, falling into him. Your head is resting on his shoulder, your weight is against his chest.

“I’m so tired”, you confess in a trembling voice.

“I know”, he kisses your forehead, keeping his lips against it afterwards, “just close your eyes and fall asleep, I’ll make sure that you are safe.”

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. It’s so scary.”

“I understand, it’s okay if you don’t want to yet. Just don’t fight it once it happens. I’m right here, yeah?”

You nod your head, snuggling closer to him. He feels so warm and smells so good. It is even stronger now that you are wearing one of his hoodies. It feels like you are getting a double hug from him and that’s the best feeling ever. Especially after such a terrible nightmare.

“I don’t know what to do anymore. Why doesn’t it stop?” you whisper weakly.

“Mhm”, he hums and gives you a little squeeze and a kiss to your forehead, “do you want to describe to me what exactly is happening in those dreams?”

“I don’t know if I can”, you confess, shivering at the mere thought.

“That’s okay, it’s okay”, he soothes those shivers right away, “I was just asking in case they’re not of normal nature.”

“Normal nature?” you gasp, lifting your head in alarm, “w-what do you mean?”

Yoongi frowns in worry then shakes his head.

“Yoongi, tell me. What did you mean by that?” you insist, gripping a bundle of his shirt to shake him softly.

“I don’t know.”

“Please.”

Yoongi sighs in defeat and places his hand over yours, “there were cases where witches manifested a part of their soul in someone’s mind right before their death, so that shall the chance arise and their host becomes mentally weak, they could take over and therefore resurrect again. The hosts spoke of nightmares, night terrors and feelings of losing control over themselves.”

“What?” your voice cracked as you exclaimed the word. Your body is shaking instantly. “Oh god, please no”, you choke out, feeling your eyes tear up painfully.

“Hey”, Yoongi speaks softly and slowly, cupping your cheek, “those cases were very rare and I didn’t say that this is the case with your dreams. They could very well be a trauma reaction.”

“Oh god, oh god I-I think this is happening to me. Yoongi this, this is happening to me.”

“Okay, I hear you, okay”, he says, wiping your tears away, “why do you think it is? Describe it to me if you can.”

“I’m always in, in a long hallway or, or a dark room and I can’t move away and then there is this shadow and it’s coming closer but I can’t move and then there is also Suzy sometimes, but she is bleeding out of her mouth and spits the, the blood at me”, you hiccup, shaking like crazy, “and she calls me a murderer and her voice is so loud and I, I can’t”, you break into tears, head falling against his chest, “I’m a murderer, I can’t take this anymore. Oh god”, you sob loudly.

“I’m right here”, Yoongi whispers, pressing you against him with just enough strength that his promise felt honest, “you’re not a murderer, trust me. What you did was not murder and we will also figure out what your nightmares mean. I promise you.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Thank you”, you choke out, “thank you so much.”

“Don’t. You know that that’s what I do”, he says, rubbing your back until those shivers stop. And you ask yourself why it took you so long to ask him for help.  

That night, you find sleep atop his lap with your head resting against his shoulder and his strong arms cradling you safely. Yoongi rocks your bodies in the rocking chair for an hour after you fell asleep, before he returns to bed with you. He holds you as you slumber, staying awake to make sure that nothing will get to you. No new nightmares torture you until the morning hours.

Yoongi takes you downstairs once you wake again. The others are sitting by a table, eating breakfast and talking. Fredrick is with them. Fringella isn’t. She is still in Geneva, which was probably best for everyone here.

“Good morning” Jimin says, meeting you and Yoongi after returning from getting his cup of coffee.

“Morning”, you say, rubbing your terribly swollen eyes.

Jimin’s eyes flit to Yoongi.  The latter gives him a nod of his head and a toothless almost invisible smile, one Jimin returns wordlessly before their eye contact breaks again awkwardly.

“I’m getting coffee. Do you want me to get you some tea, love?” Yoongi asks you.

“Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you”, you tell him, “and maybe something to eat?”

“Yes, I’ll get you something. Do you want sweet or savoury?”

“Savoury please.”

“Coming right up.”

Yoongi leaves for the kitchen afterwards, leaving you with Jimin. Fredrick is currently in the kitchen, frying eggs. He greets Yoongi with a smile.

“I’m cooking food for your human”, he says.

“You’re burning eggs, that’s what you’re doing”, Yoongi says, “give that to me, you’re wasting food”, he says and snatches the spatula away from him.

“You’re cruel, old friend”, Fredrick jokes and then turns so he could talk to him. He lowers his voice, “tell me, there’s someone inside her head isn’t there?” he whispers so only Yoongi can hear. The latter sneaks a glance at him and opens his mouth to talk.

Jimin studies you from head to toe. You look at him.

“Come. Tae left you a seat next to him”, he says, walking next to you, “what’s up with you? Did you have a nightmare again?”

“Yes. Is it that obvious?”

“No, but I was awake when you and Yoongi left the room. I heard you talk about it.”

“Oh. Uhm”, you touch the side of your neck.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to tell the others.”

You sneak a glance at him. Jimin tries to ignore how flabbergasted you look because of it.

“Thank...you?” you almost ask the sentence.

“Yeah, sure”, he murmurs and then you have already arrived by the table and the others are busy wishing you a good morning.

You sit down on the chair Taehyung prepared next to him and accept the sweet kiss he places on your cheek. A few minutes later, Yoongi returns with breakfast, sitting down opposite of you, next to Jungkook. The others greet him happily which he returns with a little nod of his head. Fredrick sits down at the end of the table, lifting a glass of blood to his lips. He keeps staring at you, trying to figure out the true dynamic of your group. He thinks that Yoongi did something to his head. Whenever he tries to make sense of who you are to Yoongi, his head hurts. He doesn’t want to ask his old friend, because he knows that if he did something it was for the best.

“We were just talking, hyung”, Hoseok says, “that it feels really good to have such a nice morning together. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi says, nodding his head before he sneaks a little glance at Jimin, “it’s nice.”

“Also did you hear already?” Seokjin says, “Namjoon’s supposed to have been sighted around an hour from here. Somewhere in an old factory again. He seems to love factories.”

“Really?”

“Yes, my contacts saw him”, Fredrick says.

“Well fuck”, Yoongi lets out and touches the bridge of his own nose, “doesn’t matter. Let him run, we have to be somewhere else today.”

“What?!” they all exclaim with widened eyes.

“But he’s less than an hour from here. We could end it, today”, Emma says.

Yoongi shakes his head, “not today. We have to drive back to Meredith”, he says, looking at you.

You gulp, feeling numb in fear. Why would he take you back there? He knows exactly how guilty this place makes you feel.

“Why?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, why?” Taehyung agrees, placing his hand on your thigh under the table. You reek of fear and he knows that it is because of what Yoongi just told you.

“Because I have a feeling that Suzy Dream Jumped.”

“What?” Taehyung’s grip tightens on your thigh, “are you certain? You are aware of what that means, don’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head, jaw tightening.

“Did this bitch even know how to do that?” Jimin asks, looking just as worried.

“I don’t know, that’s why we have to go back to Meredith.”

“What’s Dream Jumping?” Hoseok asks, speaking what the rest was thinking. Everyone except you, because you currently feel like fainting in fear.

“It is a survival technique some witches use to escape death”, Taehyung explains.

“Okay?” Hoseok cocks his eyebrow up, “now again with more details, please.”

“You see”, Taehyung begins, “there are two seconds before a witch dies where she can transfer parts of her consciousness into a human host and if that host shows mental weakness, she can use that moment to take over and therefore become alive again while the hosts’ consciousness dies”, he explains.

“So why is it called Dream Jumping?”

“Because they hide in dreams so vampires can’t detect them through mind reading.”

“I see. Yo, what the hell?” Hoseok shivers, “this just gave me goosebumps, look”, he says, showing off the erect hair on his arm, “this is freaking scary.”

“Yes it is”, Taehyung agrees then looks at Yoongi, draping his arm over your shoulder, “so I truly hope that this is just an assumption by you. If Suzy Dream Jumped into ___, she could be in grave danger.”

“I know. It’s just a gist for now, but I better be safe then fucking sorry”, Yoongi says, eyes running over your face, “hey princess”, he reaches over the table to take your hand, “everything is gonna be alright, I’m right here.”

Fredrick widens his eyes at the view. Now that explains why he heard Yoongi make sounds like an animal in heat a few days ago. And why he keeps getting headaches. He stays silent, but internally he is screaming and jumping in joy for his Sire.

“You said that it was really rare. Last night”, you say, “did, did you lie to m-me?”

“It is really rare. Only a handful of witches actually managed to do it. I didn’t lie, but I can’t be certain for sure.”

“Oh god”, you whisper, lowering your head weakly, “fuck.”

The vampires exchange a worried look with each other.

“It is going to be alright, trust us”, Taehyung says, rubbing your arm soothingly, “I won’t let anything happen to you and neither will the others.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok agrees, “while I still have no idea how Dream Jumping should work, I won’t let that weirdo witch jump into you. No way.”

“Besides, as long as you’re wearing that”, Jimin grabs your wrist and lifts your hand to reveal your ring, “you should be safe. Even if she managed to transfer her bitchy self into you, she won’t get through the barrier the ring’s magic made around your mind.”

“Indeed! This is a very good observation, Jimin. I didn’t even think of that”, Taehyung says, nodding his head vigorously, “this would explain why you keep having nightmares. She is trying to break through the barrier, but can’t.”

“Yeah totally. She’s probably trying to scare you into breaking it yourself”, Jimin agrees.

“Indeed”, Taehyung says and squeezes your hand, “did you hear that, my sweetest? The ring is protecting your mind for now.”

“Are you sure that it is?”

“Yes, I am very certain. What do you say, Yoongi?”

Yoongi takes your hand, running his thumb over your ring.

“Yeah, that’s right”, he observes, nodding his head, “depending on what magic it was laced with, it can protect her from witch magic as well. It’s a ring for mind protection after all.”

“And is it such a ring?” you ask him.

“I told Meredith to put the strongest spell on it. Yes, it’s gonna protect you and Jimin’s theory is very likely”, he assures you and places your hand on the table gently before pulling away to take out his phone instead, “we shouldn’t trust in it blindly however. Who knows what kinda fucked up tricks Suzy has up her sleeves.”

“I agree with you, but for now we can rest assured that ___ is safe. Right?” Taehyung makes sure, caressing the back of your head soothingly as he speaks.

Yoongi studies your fear filled face, eyes softening reassuringly and lips curling into an honest smile.

“Yes, we can rest assured”, he says.

“Did you hear that, my darling? You will be safe for now until we talked to Meredith”, Taehyung says, giving you a little shake before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Now excuse me, I’m gonna call Meredith”, Yoongi says, getting up to hurry outside.

“I’m sorry guys”, you whisper.

“For what?” Emma asks.

“Just for…being so much.”

“You are not, stop talking shit”, Seokjin assures you, “we’ll beat that weirdo witch.”

“Witch bitch is a better name for her”, Jimin murmurs, making Hoseok chuckle and Jungkook smile.

“Good one”, the latter murmurs before he reaches over the table to push the cup of tea closer to you, “drink, it’ll do you good and we have to make sure that you stay awake for now.”

“Yes okay, that’s a good idea. She can only get me in my dreams. Right?” you ask, looking at Taehyung for help.

“Yes, that is correct”, he gives you a reassuring smile, brushing the back of his hand over your cheek, “and she didn’t manage to do so yet. Which means you are very strong. Don’t worry, you will be safe.”

“I really hope that you are right.”

“I am. Trust me”, Taehyung says, giving you a reassuring smile.

Yoongi returns, sitting down wordlessly.

“And?” you ask him.

“She’ll prepare everything”, Yoongi says, “we’ll leave after you guys had breakfast. You gotta have to hunt him without us, Fredrick.”

“It’s alright, old friend. I will give you updates once I know more.”

Fredrick offers Yoongi his ring before you leave. You are all in the cars already, so you don’t witness it.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks.

“I figured you out. Do what you must to keep her safe”, Fredrick says.

Yoongi stays silent in flabbergasted shock, shifting his eyes to the car in which you are waiting for him.

Fredrick places his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I am truly happy for you, my friend”, he says.

Yoongi doesn’t look into his eyes, because he can’t.

“I knew that keeping an eye on you as you stubbornly dried out would pay off.”

“What?” Yoongi lets out, looking into Fredrick’s eyes, “what did you do?”

Fredrick smiles without showing his teeth.

“You didn’t think that I would let my friend dry out without protection, did you?”

Yoongi looks away and bites down on his tongue. This is a confession he thought to never hear. He thought that he was all alone as the decades became centuries and later millennia and yet all this time, Fredrick kept a careful eye on him.

The latter nudges his shoulder, doing it so roughly that Yoongi stumbles back. Perhaps however he stumbled back because he was overwhelmed by his confession and therefore lost all his strength. If only for a few seconds.

“I’m happy for you, Yoongi. Perhaps she will finally make you see that our curse is actually a blessing because it made you live long enough to meet her.”

Yoongi shifts his eyes to Fredrick. They are glassy.

“Now do what you must. I carry no anger for you”, Fredrick says.

Yoongi steps closer. Fredrick readies himself with a content smile. Yoongi’s hand touches the back of his neck. Fredrick knows that it is for the best. He has no resentment for his Sire in his heart. Yoongi pulls him closer and against his chest. Fredrick stumbles with a gasp of surprise leaving him. One second. Another. A third.

“Don’t die today”, Yoongi says and gives Fredrick a pat on the back. He breaks the hug and slides the ring back onto Fredrick’s finger. “Keep that on. You’re vulnerable without it.”

“Yoongi”, Fredrick breathes, looking into Yoongi’s glassy eyes, “I don’t understand.”

“Hm”, Yoongi hums and gives Fredrick’s arm a soft pat, “I’ll text you once we know more about her condition.”

“Yes, uh, yes of course.”

“I’ll see you, Fred”, Yoongi says and turns to leave.

Fredrick touches his own chest where once his heart beat. He finds no words to speak until Yoongi has already gotten into the car and driven off. He runs his finger over the ring on his hand. Seconds later there is a tear running down his cheek and a smile on his face. He won’t tell anyone about what happened today, but he will cherish it in his heart until the day he draws his last breath.

The cars take a turn and disappear from his vision. Fredrick lifts his hand and waves.

“Farewell, my friend. I had a good life because of you, it’s your turn now”, he says and lowers his hand. He lets out a deep breath and turns. There are monsters to hunt and he needs to gather his people.

Meredith and Jelena are waiting in front of their house as you roll into their driveway. They wave their hands at you, wearing long coats to keep out the chilly air. Even here, so far south, the weather is getting colder.

Taehyung opens the door for you and helps you outside by holding your hand. He keeps holding it afterwards.

“Yoongi dear”, Meredith greets the Creator, hurrying to him with open arms, “who would have thought that we’d see each other again in this decade”, she says.

“Hey Meredith”, he greets her, placing his hands on her shoulders to kiss her cheeks each. She initiated it and he accepted it. “Thank you for agreeing to help us”, he says.

“Yes of course, it’s the least we can do after what we put you through”, she says then turns to you, “hello ___.”

“Hello”, you whisper, clutching Taehyung’s arm painfully tight. You are so nervous and scared that you want to throw up.

Meredith runs her eyes over your body and smiles, placing her hand on your arm.

“I’m sure that you have many questions.”

“Yoongi explained it to me in the car.”

“Of course he did. You can’t ever stop being a teacher, can you Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi scoffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Meredith snickers because of it.

“Now, now come in. Come in. It’s getting chilly out here, doesn’t it?” she says, tugging at your arm gently to get you moving.

The others follow close by. Jelena claims the spot next to Yoongi.

“I missed you”, she says with a flirty gleam in her eyes.

Yoongi sneaks a glance her way, studying her from head to toe.

“It’s good to see you too, Jelena”, he says, turning his attention to Meredith, “did you prepare the spell like I asked you to?”

“Yes. Everything is as it is supposed to be. Do you really think that Suzy Dream Jumped?”

“I think she did.”

“Well, that’s just terrible. Don’t worry, we’ll get her out of ___.”

“Good. I hope you do”, Yoongi says, reaching for your hand instinctively. His fingertips are cold, letting you know that he was affected by his emotions.

Meredith reaches out for him, touching his upper arm in a sisterly caress.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi. I can help her”, she assures him.

“Mhm”, he lets out and she knows that this is all she will get from him. She is okay with that.

The witches prepared the spell in the shed. Dragana and Lea are already working on the finishing touches, welcoming you with open arms.

“I’m so happy to have you back. Meredith told us everything”, Dragana says, holding your hands.

“I never liked Suzy. She always felt wrong”, Lea says, pursing her lips.

“We can be angry at her later, Lea. First we have to get her out of ___”, Meredith says, hurrying to the table.

“Of course. Everything’s ready. All we need now is an anchor”, Lea says.

“I’ll be the anchor”, Yoongi says, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“Are you sure? You know that you could end up in a lot of pain if it goes wrong”, Lea says, eyeing him with worry.

“I know what could happen”, Yoongi says confidently, “but you’re not gonna fail. You know what you’re doing.”

Lea looks to the side as Yoongi’s praise flustered her.

“Exactly. We’re going to help”, Meredith says, stepping closer to you, “you have to take off your ring for the spell to work”, she says.

“Ah yeah, sure”, you say, shrugging it off and placing it in her palm. She hands you a white crystal in its stead.

“What’s that?”

“A crystal which will capture one’s soul. We will send you and Yoongi into a magical sleep where you will enter your dreams. You will have to find Suzy and make her touch you.”

“But won’t that make her have power over me?”

“That’s where I’ll step in”, Yoongi says, “once Suzy made contact with you, she is showing herself to anyone in your mind. I can grab her and keep her from fleeing while you capture her in the crystal.”

“I understand. It doesn’t sound as difficult as I thought it would be.”

“The most difficult part will be to stay strong”, Meredith says, “you have to be stronger than your fear.”

“I can do that. I’ll have Yoongi with me”, you hold his hand, “and I’ll have all of you waiting for me. I’m not scared anymore.”

Meredith nods her head in understanding, carrying fondness in her emerald eyes.

“When can we start?” you ask.

“Right now if you are ready.”

“I am. Just one minute please”, you say and hurry to the others.

They look at you with curiosity.

“Just in case it fails and this is the last time I will ever see you. I love every single one of you with my entire heart. You guys made me realise that I wasn’t destined to be a lonely, friendless loser and I seriously hope that you will find the greatest happiness on earth”, you say, tearing up.

You step closer to Taehyung, cupping his cheeks.

“Tae, I’m so happy that you approached me. You introduced me to the world I’m supposed to be in and I won’t ever stop being grateful for it. So thank you, I was able to find my family because of you.”

“I love you, my darling”, Taehyung says, kissing you with trembling lips, “please come back to me.”

“I will”, you whisper, stealing one last kiss before moving on to Jimin.

He glances at you shyly.

“Your days will be brighter from now on. I hope that you can learn how to heal and to be happy again”, you say.

“Damn”, he whispers, looking to the side, “thanks uhm, if you die I promise to be a worthy friend to Tae.”

“Good. That’s all I want from you. Thank you Jimin”, you say, moving on to Seokjin. “Jinnie”, you bury your face in his broad chest, “thank you for making me laugh and for telling me when I acted shitty. You are the bestest family I ever had”, you say, squeezing him tightly.

Seokjin chuckles, rubbing your back, “I love you”, he says, “I know that you’ll come back.”

You and him exchange a fond and loving smile, before you move on to Emma. She hugs you, kissing your cheek.

“You’ll come back. I’m sure of it”, she whispers.

“Thank you, Emma. I always wanted to have a girl friend and you are the best I could have asked for”, you whisper, making her kiss your cheek a second time.

You turn to Hoseok after giving her a smile one last time.

“Hob-oh?” you get out and then Hoseok has you against his chest, hugging you tightly.

“I love you”, he gets out, “please don’t die. You’re my family.”

“You’re my family too, Hobi and I love you. God, I was so lucky to have met you. Truly”, you mumble into his chest, spilling tears because it hurts to think about the possibility that you could disappear today.

You break the hug after a moment, not daring to look into each other’s eyes in fear of tearing up again.

It doesn’t help that Jungkook is crying miserably once you turn to him. Eyes barely open and nose snotty, he falls around your neck in a tight hug.

“Please don’t, don’t leave”, he begs, “please don’t go, please.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Kookie baby”, you promise him, running your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t wanna loose you, please.”

“You won’t”, you whisper, stepping away to cup his cheeks. You wipe his tears softly, “I’m so proud of you, Kookie. You are one of the most remarkable people I ever had the honour to meet and I’m so fucking glad that you didn’t die back then.”

“Oh god, don’t say that”, Jungkook sobs and wails, falling around Hoseok’s neck to cry miserably.

“Take care of him, yeah?” you say, rubbing Jungkook’s back.

“I will”, Hoseok promises and nudges Jungkook, “hey JK don’t cry, she’ll come back to us.”

With an exhale on your lips, you turn to Yoongi and the witches.

“Sorry. I just had to say goodbye. Just in case.”

“It’s okay. We understand”, Meredith assures you, “are you ready?”

“Yes”, you say, stepping into the circle of magical barrier with Yoongi.

Jelena seals it while you and Yoongi sit down.

You take his hands.

“You know that if I started to tell you all the things I feel for you, we would be here until tomorrow, so I’m just gonna tell you that I love you and that I can’t wait to kiss you again and to dance in the greenhouse and, and hug in the sitting room and-”

Yoongi interrupts you with a gentle kiss. You exhale shakily, closing your eyes. He breaks the kiss, running his thumb over your lips as his soft eyes gaze at you.

“Tell me once we’re awake, yeah?” he whispers.

“Yeah, good idea”, you sniffle and laugh, “god, I wanted to start again.”

“It’s okay. I love you too, my most loved”, he says, giving you a smile to treasure forever.

“Oh my god, Yoongi you-”

“Hush, concentrate”, he says in a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah right. Sorry. Concentrate”, you say and turn to Meredith, “now I’m ready.”

“Good. I need you both to lie down.”

You follow.

“Hold hands at all times to keep the connection. We will begin chanting the spell and you will start to feel sleepy. Remember to stay focused in there and everything will be fine.”

“Okay, I got it”, you say, clutching the crystal in your hand while Yoongi clutches your hand, “I’m ready.”

You close your eyes and as the witches begin to chant, darkness begins to creep up on you more and more.

The lights flicker above your head. Your shoes are soaked in blood. You feel tight in the chest within a second, instinctively reaching to your side for Yoongi only to grab air. 

“Yoongi?” you gasp. 

He isn’t here. You are all alone. 

“Yoongi, where are you?”

Did the spell not work? Did something go wrong? Why is he not with you? What happened? Do the others know that something is wrong? Is this supposed to happen? 

You begin shaking, feeling sick in fear. You are all alone again. Alone in this awful place. And now you can’t even flee from it by waking up because this sleep isn't natural. They don’t know that Yoongi isn't here and that the spell didn’t work. And now Suzy will get you and touch you and take over. Holy fuck. You are so scared. So, so scared. You tighten your shaking hands into fists. Something hard hinders your fingers from closing. 

“Huh?”

The crystal. You took it with you into this dream. But if it came with you, does that mean that Yoongi is also here? Hiding somewhere so Suzy doesn’t suspect his presence?

This must be it. You aren’t alone. You have to be brave. 

You break away from the spot, stumbling at first because you never took a step in here. Walking is difficult as the blood is rising more and more. But you can’t stop. You have to continue. Even if the darkness is blinding and the smell of death makes you dizzy. You have to continue.

You reach the door, which you always saw and never dared to go to. It opens easily. Too easily. You stumble into the room and scream in terror as the door slams closed behind you.

“Motherfu-”

No way. It disappears right in front of your eyes. 

“Okay, what?”

The lights turn off. You scream again because it was genuinely scary. All of it. It is so goddamn scary. You clutch the crystal until your palm aches. Please let this be the last room you have to be in. You hate being here so much.

A small light bulb over your head flickers to life. The floors and walls are soaked in blood. You are so scared instantly, but try not to show it. You have to stay strong.

The whispers begin. The cold begins to surround you. Fog kisses your feet. Black and wet. It begins. She is close now.

“I’m not scared of you”, you call into the dark, flinching when a deafening screech answers you.

Suzy jumps out of the darkness.

“Murderer”, she spits, “there you are. You murderer.”

“I’m not scared of, of you”, you force out the words. You are so scared that you want to cry, but you have to stay strong. This is the only way. Oh, how you hope that the spell didn’t go wrong. You don’t want to die.

“Murderer. Look at you. You murderer”, she hisses and comes closer, “murderer! Murderer! Murderer!” she begins to scream and it would have broken you on other days. But not today. You have to be stronger than her. You have to make her touch you.

“You, you deserved to die”, you stutter, hoping that this is enough to provoke her.

Her face contorts in anger. Raw and maniac anger.

“How dare you!” she screeches, reaching for your shoulders. Her touch is piercing and cold, hurting you.

“Ah”, you let out, knees buckling under the weight.

Finally.

The contact has been made. You feel dizzy. Your vision is blurry. Suzy is trying to take over. The time has come.

Strong hands wrap around her wrists. Yoongi appears out of the shadows and steps right in front of you, pushing her away from you as his fingers almost break her wrist from how tightly he is gripping her.

“Leave her alone”, he hisses.

“You?” she gasps, “you, you are not supposed to be here.”

“It’s over, Suzy”, Yoongi spits.

“No! No you are not supposed to be here! She is mine! She is mine!” she screams, fighting him as best as possible. She is trying to flee again. Hide back in the shadows. But Yoongi doesn’t let her, keeping her hostage.

“___ now”, Yoongi orders you.

You lift the crystal.

“No! Where did you get this from? No! She is mine! I’m not dying yet! I’m not leaving!” she screeches, writhing in Yoongi’s grip.

The crystal is filling the room with bright white light. Suzy dissolves more and more as her essence gets sucked into the crystal.

“No! Don’t do this! I don’t want to die! Why would you do this to me?”

“You did this to yourself. Leave ___ alone”, Yoongi hisses, “___ don’t listen to her, keep going.”

“You are monsters! All of you! I curse you! I hope you die! Die!” she screeches her last words and disappears.

The room begins shaking instantly, the walls and ceilings break more and more. You can barely stand, stumbling from side to side.

“What’s happening? Oh god, what’s happening?”

Yoongi twists around and pulls you against his chest, shielding your head from falling stones with his hands.

“It’s okay. I’m here. Close your eyes, princess. It’s done”, he assures you, protecting you from the crumbling world around you until you stand on nothing more than one small tile.

“What’s happening?” you ask him, lifting your head.

“It’s over”, he says, pressing your head back against his chest, “hold onto me. We’re waking up.”

“We are- ah!” you scream as the tile crumbles underneath you and you fall into endless nothingness.

You wake up with a flinch, sitting up instantly.

“___!” Jungkook calls out, “you’re back!”

He tries to cross the circle only to be stopped by Taehyung with a firm hand on his chest.

“You don’t know if it worked”, he says, “maybe it is Suzy we are talking to.”

“No”, Jungkook shakes his head, “no, don’t say that. I-I’m sure it worked.”

“___?” Seokjin calls your name.

You turn your head into his direction.

“Jinnie?”

“Hey, it’s us. Did it work?”

“I think it did”, you say, looking at Meredith for help, “did it work?”

Yoongi wakes up, gasping as if he fell on his back and is now fighting for air. He sits up quickly.

“My love”, you gasp, touching his arm, “are you okay?”

“Yeah”, he croaks, “fuck, I hate Dream Jumping”, he murmurs, rubbing his temples, “my head’s killing me.”

“Oh no, my love”, you caress his forehead, “are you okay?”

“I’ll heal, don’t worry”, he assures you.

“Yoongi, did it work?” Meredith asks, eyeing you with suspicion.

You don’t blame her.

“Princess, show her the crystal”, Yoongi says.

You stand up, walking to the edge of the circle. You open your palm, revealing the now black crystal to the others.

“It worked”, Taehyung gasps, “my darling, it’s really you.”

“It is”, you say.

Meredith picks up the crystal, inspecting it, “she is telling the truth. I can sense Suzy’s essence in this crystal. You actually did it.”

“Darling”, Taehyung croaks, crossing the circle and breaking it that way, “oh my darling, you are back”, he says, lifting you off the ground to cradle you against his chest, “I was so worried that you wouldn’t make it.”

“I told you, you can’t get rid of me that easily”, you joke, making him laugh.

It is filled with relief and fondness.

Taehyung lifts his head, showing you his blinding smile, “I love you, my darling.”

“I love you too, my darling”, you answer him, caressing his cheeks.

You exchange a kiss. It is filled with sweetness and the comforting feeling of being free. He sets you down afterwards, making way for the others to welcome you back. Like always, they take you into a tight group hug, jumping in a circle with you as they call your name over and over again. It makes you laugh wholeheartedly.

Jimin steps closer once you stopped hugging. You and him exchange a look.

“I’m glad you’re back”, he says, reaching out to shake your hand. His gesture makes you chuckle.

“Thank you, Jimin”, you say, giving his hand a little squeeze.

He hides behind Taehyung afterwards, looking nervous.

Yoongi touches your lower back. You turn to him.

“I’m so proud of you”, he says, “you were so brave in there.”

“I was only brave because I knew that you were with me.”

He smiles fondly, flustering when you kiss his cheek softly.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck.

Hoseok nudges your arm, calling your attention. He is grinning boyishly.

“Your emotional goodbye was totally for nothing. Wah ___ you’re such a sap”, he teases, earning himself a little pinch to his tummy.

“Meanie”, you pout, clicking your tongue, “I still stand by it. I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t tell you guys that I love you.”

“Awww you’re so sweet. We love you too”, Hoseok coos and drapes his arm over your shoulder, “I’m so happy that you didn’t die. Seriously.”

“Yeah, me too”, you agree.

“You know what this begs for?” Taehyung asks.

“What?”

“Wine and dance. We should celebrate tonight. What say you?” he suggests, turning to the witches, “are you in the mood for celebrations?”

“Yes, oh I haven’t had a good party in decades.”

“Wonderful. Let’s celebrate. Shall we?”

The festivities will last into the longest hours of the night. Food will be shared, wine will be plenty and laughter merry. You dance with the others until your feet hurt and sing until your voices are weak. Jelena asks Yoongi for one dance late into the night when he was already a little tipsy. He said yes and danced with her while you were lost in a kiss with Taehyung. Speaking of Taehyung. He danced with Jimin for hours and they laughed and hugged and joked and it was beautiful to see. You also had a long conversation with the witches about Suzy. None of them were angry at you. They all would have done the same. Everyone except Meredith, who you didn’t have the chance to talk to yet.

The latter joins you in the living room once the celebrations have calmed down. They all went to sleep already, but you can’t quite find tiredness yet.  

Meredith sits down next to you with a sigh. She runs her eyes up and down your body, then leans closer to you. She takes your hand, placing a mug of tea in it seconds later. It feels warm on your skin, making you lift your eyes.

“How are you feeling, dear?” she asks you.

“Drunk, but otherwise fine”, you tell her.

“That’s good to hear. You will sleep very well tonight, I promise you”, she says, relaxing back into her armchair with a loud sigh. She studies your fumbling fingers and the way your eyes are gleaming in nervousness, “what is it, dear?” she asks you.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper the words, “for what I did to Suzy. I know you must be so angry at me.”

“What?” Meredith laughs loudly and wholeheartedly, “oh my dear, no”, she says, shaking her head, “I am not angry at you.”

“What? Really?” you gasp, widening your eyes because you couldn’t believe your ears.

“Suzy was no witch of mine once she revealed her true intentions. I was tricked by her, just as much as you were and I must confess that I carry a lot of guilt in me for accepting her and the others into my coven.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Yoongi is one of my dearest friends and the vampires of this coast are my friends as well. Suzy almost killed them and you did what was necessary to prevent it.”

“I don’t know what to say. I thought that you would be so angry at me.”

“I was at first, until Yoongi explained to me what happened. I feel sad because I spent many years with Suzy and losing her still hurts despite her wickedness, but I’m not angry at you.”

“I’m sorry for killing her. I didn’t want to do that to her.”

“I know and I forgive you. I would have done the same”, she says, reaching out to take your hand.

You lower your head, releasing a shaky breath and with it a million pounds of burden on your chest.

“Thank you” you whisper, exhaling again because breathing finally feels easy again.

“Now drink, dear. I used the last of this season’s lavender for this tea”, she says with sisterly warmth in her voice.

“I will drink it deliciously. Thank you”, you say, enjoying the taste of the tea to the fullest. This is exactly what you needed after such a fun night.

A gentle knock on the door makes you turn your heads. Yoongi is standing in the doorway, swaying from side to side just slightly. His eyes are widened cutely, focused on you.

“Hey there”, you say, feeling fuzzy in your chest instantly. He is so pretty.

“Hey”, he says, waddling into the lights, “I figured that I’ll find you here”, he says, rubbing his tummy. 

“You did?”

“No, I lied”, he sniffles, rubbing his nose with his little fist, “I used my nose. You smell so good.”

“Oh?” your face feels hot instantly. Public compliments. What a nice surprise. One that flusters you immensely.

“Ye”, he nods his head and grins without showing his teeth. He sways a little, rubbing his tummy again. 

“Are you still gonna take long?” he asks. 

“Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “just so. Wanna take a walk by the beach?”

“Now? But it’s really late.”

He huffs out air and pouts, “you’s mean”, he mumbles, turning away from you to leave. 

“Yoongi, wait”, you call out, making him stop and turn. You stumble to your feet, hurrying to him even if the alcohol makes you dizzy. You catch yourself by holding onto his arms. He reaches for your hands instantly, holding them tightly.

“I’d love to take a walk”, you say.

“Okay. Let’s go”, he says, tugging at your hand gently, “the sun’s rising, you gotta see it.”

“Yeah? I gotta see?”

“Mh-hm yeah. Wanna show you”, he says, making you smile. He is so drunk. It’s so cute.

You were on your way outside the room as you talked, only to get stopped by Meredith calling Yoongi’s name.

“What?” he asks, looking at her with glazed over eyes. 

“I’m happy for you”, she says, “you deserve to feel this way.”

He flusters, but hides it well with the help of the alcohol. 

“Thanks. It’s all I wanted”, he says.

“I know”, she says and smiles. 

He retorts it. 

“Thanks for being my friend”, he says and flusters her so greatly that she can’t find an answer in time before he leaves the room with you. 

Meredith, who watched her old friend reach for a person’s hand for the first time since she met him and who listened to his voice become so incredibly soft in emotion, feels a sense of happiness as she watches him leave. He always did so much without expecting anything in return. Without his help, the coast and its mountains would still be at war. Without his help, Meredith and her coven could have never learned as much as they did. And without his help and gentle words, she would have given up on many occasions. Truly, Yoongi did so much without expecting anything in return, so to see him find happiness fills Meredith with a sense of comfort. Her friend will be alright and he will be happy. That is a nice thing to know.

The beach is empty. The ocean is calm. Dawn is kissing the mountains, allowing you to see enough not to fall over random rocks. Yoongi guides the way, but stumbles way too many times. It makes you laugh every single time because he makes the funniest faces as he fights gravity. He is so adorable.

The beach closest to the water is made up of coarse gravel and rocks of apple size. Walking is a little easier than climbing over the rocks was, but it is still terribly difficult. You are both so drunk.

“It’s so nice here”, you say.

“Yeah.”

“You were right, it was a good idea to take a walk”, you say, sighing happily.

“Yeah I know.”

“Today was so eventful. I still can’t believe that I had the soul of a dead witch living inside me.”

“She’s gone now.”

“I know, thank god”, you sneak a glance at him, “thank you for coming with me. I would have been so scared otherwise.”

“I’d do anything for you”, he says, making your heart flutter. He skips over a rock, swinging your hands back and forth, “you were really brave. You’re so amazing.”

“Yoongi, you are so sweet. What the hell?” you gasp.

Yoongi looks at you with the biggest heart eyes ever and trips over an especially big rock. He widens his eyes comically big, “oh oops”, he gasps and stumbles, tugging at your hand as he tries to catch his balance.

“Careful”, you say in a giggle, tugging at his arm to get him back up, “you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“I’m okay”, he says, catching himself, “I’m okay, totally okay. Is just that the rock’s slippery.”

You snicker, “you are so wasted.”

“Tch”, he pouts, kicking a stone gently, “the wine’s good, I couldn’t help myself”, he mumbles.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute that you are”, you assure him, “it’s still remarkable to me that you guys can even get drunk in the first place.”

“It’s because it’s the witches’ wine. They have magic in there.”

“Aaah I see, it makes sense”, you study his flushed face, “didn’t you drink an entire barrel of it though?”

“Why is that important?”

“I’m just saying, maybe you’re just wasted ‘cause you drank too much.”

Yoongi huffs out air and pouts, making you giggle.

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, whatever. I can still drink more than you”, you mumbles.

“Hah”, you scoff, widening your eyes, “I didn’t know that this was a competition”, you say in a chuckle.

Yoongi grins boyishly, fluttering his lashes at you. He is being playful right now.

“Tch, you’re so silly sometimes”, you murmur and stop, turning your attention to the ocean. You are drawing hearts on his hand with your thumb as you do.

Yoongi turns to the ocean as well, feeling for his face’s temperature by pressing the back of his hand to his cheek. He feels as if he is burning up.

“The ocean’s so endless”, you say.

“Yeah right. It ends though. Somewhere it ends. Everything does.”

“Yeah, but at its end there will be new land and so many new opportunities and chances at adventure. One thing may have ended, but that doesn’t mean that there won’t come anything after that.”

Yoongi turns his head, running his eyes over your face. 

“What?” you ask him.

“Nothing”, he whispers, shifting his eyes back to the ocean, “something new”, he whispers, lips curling into a comforted smile. He inhales deeply, squeezing your hand. 

You shift your gaze back to the ocean, enjoying the endlessness of it. The smallest flickers of reds can be seen in it, announcing the rising sun. You are a little sad that you won’t see it rise over the ocean, but it is okay in the end. Just standing here and looking out into endless water with Yoongi by your side feels fulfilling enough.

“You’re my land”, Yoongi says.

“I’m sorry?” you gasp, looking at him with bated breath.

“You’re…my land”, he hesitated shyly at first but then continued with a confident nod of his head. 

“I am?” you say, feeling your heart race like crazy. 

He nods his head, furrowing his brows in determination. 

“My love”, you whisper, eyes filling with tears, “my love, I don’t know what to say.”

“Is okay. Don’t say anything”, he assures you, gesturing at the ocean, “I’ll dedicate myself to knowing you. Is what you do with new land, don’t you? I wanna know you well, so I know how to take care of you. Like new land. You gotta know it and cherish it and, and respect it to create something beautiful with it. Is what I’ll do with you, yeah.”

“Oh please stop talking. I’m too drunk for that”, you say, sobbing softly. 

“Why are you crying?” he gasps, stumbling closer to cup your cheeks, “don’t cry please. I’m sorry, I’m so drunk, I said stupid stuff."”

“No, you did not. You are so sweet, I can’t help it. You make me cry because I love you so much”, you confess in a small voice, leaning into his touch. 

“Oh”, he lets out, wiping your tears away. 

“You are so sweet, Yoongi”, you sob dramatically, “why are you so sweet?”

Yoongi leans in and kissed your lips, letting out a shy “mwuah” as he does. It stops your tears. His unapologetic cuteness was just too shocking to witness. You blink at him, heart racing in your chest. 

He flutters his lashes and grins cutely. A little shy, but incredibly cute.

“I think you’re cute”, he says quietly, widening his eyes in shy expectation.

“Well, I think you’re cute too, goddamn it”, you say, sniffling like crazy, “I want to cry, why are you so sweet?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes, wiggling his shoulders just once. He huffs out air and grabs you, twirling you without warning. You squeak in surprise, stumbling over the rocks as your body turns against your will.

“Why?” you squeal, falling into his arms as he catches you safely. You nudge his chest softly, “I wasn’t ready. Why would you do that? I’m dizzy now”, you ask him in a laugh.

“Just so. I didn’t dance with you yet”, he says, grinning goofily. His arms are around your waist, his hips sway from side to side slowly. You follow the movements, holding onto his shoulders. Your steps make a crunching sound on the stones.

“Yeah, I know. You danced with Jelena, tch traitor”, you tease.

“I didn’t wanna. She forced me”, he whines, widening his eyes adorably.

“Mh-mh yeah sure. You wanted it, be honest.”

“No, it’s in the past. Don’t be jealous”, he complains and pouts, looking so adorable that you have to snicker.

“You’re so cute”, you say, smiling as you sway along the beach hugging and facing each other. You hook your fingers behind his neck, “I think she’s still into you.”

“You think?”

“Mhm”, you nod your head, “womanly intuition, I can feel it”, you joke, making him chuckle.

“That’s stupid. It wasn’t even that deep.”

“Yeah? Was it purely physical then, mhm?” you tease, “is that how you had to discipline her?”

“Shut up, it’s not funny”, he pouts.

“Yeah it is”, you snicker, scrunching your nose up, “I don’t blame her. You’re an amazing lover. It’s no surprise that she still thinks about you.”

“I’m amazing?”

“Mhm”, you begin running your fingers though his hair, “gentle and attentive, but also rough and filthy. And so skilled”, you rasp, caressing his neck right where he tingles the most, “you just know how to touch a woman. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly.

“And now you’re all mine”, you say, cupping his cheeks with a gleeful giggle.

Yoongi looks into your eyes, exhaling shakily. He nods his head vigorously, widening his sparkling eyes.

“Yours”, he whispers. 

“Yeah. Mine”, you gush and pull him into a passionate kiss. 

Oh so passionate that Yoongi, in his drunken giddiness, gives into his wobbly knees, finding his only support by hooking his arms behind your head. You support him with your hands on his hips, arms slowly closing around his waist until you hug him against you. He moans and begins kissing you back. Deeply, passionately, desperately. And while he kisses you back, he murmurs needy phrases of “yours, I’m all yours” in between. As the kiss becomes more and more desperate, the sentences become shorter and shorter changing from “I’m all yours” to “fucking yours” until finally landing on shaky whimpers of “yours” followed by gasps for air and a needy, sloppy kiss. 

Over and over again until you can barely take it anymore. 

You break the kiss, but Yoongi is drunk on you. Drunk on how you make him feel and drunk on your addicting presence. Also very drunk on wine, this man is buzzed. He seeks you, connecting his lips with your neck as his hips grind his crotch against your tummy. 

“Yours”, he breathes, sucking on your skin desperately.

“Yoongi”, you sigh, shivering like crazy. 

“Yours”, he rasps, kissing your neck where it feels the best.

“Wanna go back? My bed’s so empty.”

“Yes”, Yoongi says, nodding his head vigorously, “yes please. Come, please come”, he begs, tugging you with him as you hurry back. You giggle and hold each other close as you run over the beach. The sun is slowly rising, changing the colours of the sky. And yet right now, you don’t care, all you want to do is lose yourself in Yoongi.