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fairymadnessyeah · 4 years

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Piss Off your Parents

Shigadabi week day 5

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Summary: Tenko is tired of being treated like a kid. He knows that his dad is worried, but he is an adult and it's time his old man understands that. Luckily, he has a hot new boyfriend who is more than willing to help him.

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Civilian / Steampunk / Teamwork

"YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Tenko cried as a moving company placed his furniture on the UA teacher's dormitory.

Tenko had always been an unlucky bastard. He was born with a destructive quirk that made him dangerous to others and valuable to villains. Or, more specifically, one villain. All for One. The man wanted to grab hold of him since he was a child and had his first accident with his quirk. He had luckily been found by a hero instead of the super-villain though. Loud Cloud, or Shirakumo Oboro had come across the scared, skinny, bloodied child and helped him out. The two, along with his friends Aizawa Shota and Yamada Hizashi, had learned that he was the grandson of Nana Shimura, the mentor of All Might.

Suddenly, he had gone from murdering his family to being adopted by the cloud hero and gaining three hero uncles and one hero aunt. His life had gone from nightmare to dream-come-true in a matter of seconds. And after years of taking care of him and being the best possible dad he could have asked for, the man who saved him was stabbing him in the back.

"Tenko, this is only temporary," the cloud haired man says trying to calm him down. "You only have to stay here for a few months, until it's safe for you to live alone again," the hero teacher explains.

"I have my own life now, dad. I have art classes and friends and a life outside of UA, unlike you," Tenko hadn't followed on his new family's career. He didn't want to be a hero. After everything he had gone through, he just wanted a simple life. And he almost suceeded.

He might have gone to UA, but only because his father and uncles worked there and he went to General Studies. Once he graduated, he got a scholarship for an Art course of studies in a good university, he sold commission pieces of his drawings on patron and got his own apartment. It was not the luxury and excitement of a pro-hero, but he was happy. He had a great neighbour, Twice, who introduced him to his gang of misfits and outcast where he fitted perfectly.

There was Giran, Twice's boyfriend, who ran a Personal Manager office. Magne, one of the girls who worked there. Toga, an upcoming idol who the office represented. Spinner, a friend of Toga's. Mustard, Giran's intern. And Dabi, another one of the represented clients of their office and his boyfriend.

How had he gotten that? Don't ask him. One day, Jin was introducing the two to each other, and the next Dabi was taking him out on dates. Tenko had never had a boyfriend before, and his relationship with Dabi was rather new, so he hadn't told his dad yet. For the most part, he didn't want to freak him out. Oboro had grown very protective of him with having a crazy super-powerful villain going after him. But with how things were going, he was starting to not care that much about it.

"It's already been decided, Tenko," Oboro sighs. "You have to stay here..." Oboro tried to place a hand on his hair, but he quickly moved away and stomped inside.

"Fuck you!" he cried at his dad first. "And fuck all of you too!" and he continued with the rest of the faculty members hanging around in the Common room before heading upstairs to what will be his new place.

If he was honest, he didn't care much about living for a few months in UA. He loved his dad and his uncles and didn't really mind spending more time with them. But they couldn't keep treating him like a child. They couldn't take such a big decision for him believing that they knew better. He was an adult now. They had to talk things over with him and understand that he could make his own responsible choices. Usually Shouta, Hizashi and Yagi would have his back, but with their paternal instincts turned on again with the arrival of Midoriya and Eri, there was no such luck.

He stomped all the way to his room and once inside, flopped face down on his couch. Unlike the students dormitories, UA faculty members had bigger quarters. Instead of a one-bedroom, they had a private bathroom, a separate bedroom and a main lounge area. It was better than his apartment, but the fact that it had been his and this wasn't, made the entire thing pale in comparison to his eyes. But maybe it was just his anger. He was still pissed at his father, and it frustrated him that screaming at him wouldn't help the situation. He wanted to get back at him somehow, teach him a lesson. But how?

His answer came in the form of text message. His phone pinged in his pocket, and when he checked who it was, he couldn't help but smile.

Dumbass <3

Why are ppl taking stuff out of your home?

Are you moving out?

Dad is worried and made me move with him

Well, Fuck

And I had a plan to surprise you with cooking and a nerdy movie...

Guess we'll have to wait

Don't cry, babe

We can sneak you out.

I am an expert, after all

An expert?

What? Did you sneak out of your house late at night to go to some concert or some shit?

Like the rebel that you are?

Hell yeah,

I'm the disappointment your parents don't want you near

That's right...

You are a disappointment

Okay... Rude

Do you still want to help me with my body-art project?

Sure

Are you free tomorrow? It might take a while

I thought you were going to paint over me and take some pictures.

How long can that take?

A lot

We might get distracted~

And I want to reward you after such a long day of work~

...

I have a clear schedule on Friday.

Good

It's a date!

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"What the..."

School had just finished, and the teachers were just returning to their dormitory. Thought the sight that welcomed them wasn't one they were expecting.

It had been a couple of days since Tenko had moved in with them. The rest of the staff didn't see a problem with it. They knew the kid, and he was a polite and responsible young man. That morning, for example, he had asked all of them if he could use the Common room of the dorm for one of his art projects and if they were alright with somebody else coming too (Apparently he needed help with the project). It was a good change, though. Lately, the art student had been in a foul mood, ever since he moved. But that morning, it had been as if he was a whole other person. Oboro had been glad his son's mood had improved. He thought once he could focus on his art, it would happen. Boy, was he wrong...

When the teachers entered their new shared home, Tenko was there with a plastic rug covering the floor, some paintbrushes scattered around and kneeling in front of a half-naked person. It was definitely not what they expected.

"Oh, hey," the nudist greets them with a nod.

The sound makes the man kneeling turn around, revealing the other was not fully naked, but wearing underwear thank god and Tenko was painting near his crotch area. Aizawa, who was holding Eri and covering her eyes, and the rest of the teachers, let out a relieved sigh, except Oboro. He is still staring in disbelief and surprise, not understanding what is going on. Why is his son with this stripper stranger? Why was he so close to him?

"Sorry about the mess, I didn't know this would take so long," Tenko apologises as he goes back to painting on his live canvas.

Said canvas was a tall red-haired man with blue eyes who couldn't have been a few years older than Tenko. The guy had painted on patches of black ashy paint on half of his face, his neck, arms and shoulders. He probably had more on his back and legs, but the teachers couldn't see that. His front was left bare, but Tenko was making a weird patterns that were rising through his abdomen and chest, leading to a giant rainbow heart in his left pectoral.

"What type of classes are you taking?" Yamada asks.

"This is for my Alternative Art and Style class," Tenko explains. "Now, could you not bother me? It's a delicate process, and I don't want to start over again. Pretend we are not here," he calls them off.

The teachers do, and so he continues. Once he finishes with the chest, he takes a weird tool with a round end and dips it in water. He gently starts to trace patterns on one of the black patches, revealing a multitude of colours behind it. It's rather magical, seeing the colour come to life on the other's skin. Eri, who had become too curious and escaped Aizawa's censoring, even asks if she could try. Tenko lets her, and she does a small heart in the behind the redhead's ear.

An hour later, Tenko is done, and he and the live canvas start to take pictures of his work. The teachers are not paying it too much attention now, letting the student finish in peace as they grade papers, sometimes glancing back at them from the corner of their eye. All of them but one, who was too busy glaring daggers at the canvas. Oboro can't help but notice the weird tension between his son and the naked man. There's something in the way their gazes cross, and their touches linger that is making him mad. He used to be able to read his son like an open book. There weren't any secrets between them. But now, he is not so sure.

After a few shots with the guy spread-eagle against one of the white walls, the two left towards another room to take more pictures. Oboro fought against all his instincts telling him to stop them, to go with them, to not leave them alone for a second, and stayed with the rest of his co-workers and friends. He didn't know why, but he felt as if he had let his son walk straight to hell.

"Finally," Snipe sighs relieved once the two younger adults leave.

"Yeah, Shirakumo-san, you didn't tell us your son had a boyfriend-," Thirteen comments.

"He doesn't!" the delusional man interrupts. "That guy is not- he isn't- Tenko would tell me if he had a boyfriend, alright!?" he tries to convince them or himself, he isn't sure at this point. Shota hums by his side, in that ' I agree, but we both know you are wrong' tone.

"Honey, the only reason why they didn't jump each other is because we were there," Nemuri goes straight for the punch, covering Eri's ears and giving him a little wink.

"No! No, no. NO." he splutters before going back to paperwork. Shota hums again.

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They don't see Tenko again until after dinner. They were cleaning the table when the young man came down wearing a new set of clothes. Instead of the dirty sweatpants and tank top he used for painting, he had a black pair of pants and a black hoodie that was too big for him. The neckline didn't cover one of his shoulders and the sleeves pooled in his wrists. The hoodie also had a fire design on the back with blue flames.

"Hey, you missed dinner," Oboro tells him as he dries while Yagi cleans. "There's some leftover the fridge, if you want them," he tells him.

"No need, there's still some pizza left from my lunch with Dabi," he says and starts taking out what he needs.

"Dabi?" Yagi asks. "That's the name of the model who wore your art today? He seemed familiar,"

"Yeah, he's a professional model, maybe you saw him in a billboard or something," Tenko explains and starts heading out of the kitchen.

"You might wanna take another shower, Ten, you still have paint on your neck," Oboro points out.

"That isn't paint, dad..." Tenko grins as he disappears upstairs.

CRASH

"Oboro-san! The plates!"

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Saturday morning at UA always started slow. The weight of the week was still present, and the usual energy was not there yet. The staff of UA began their day with a quiet morning and a cup of coffee. Not all of the teachers stayed though. Some returned to their homes for the weekend, like Hizashi and Shota with Eri. They would take turns to stay with the students during Saturdays' and Sundays'. This weekend, Oboro, Nemuri, Snipe and All Might stayed.

"Fucking married fools..." Snipe groans as he arrives at the Common room.

"What are you complaining about now?" Nemuri asks, confused as the rest of them also come down.

"Last Night, Yamada and Aizawa," he grunts and spreads on the couch. "I know that they are married and that they love each other, but can't they keep it down?" he moans tired, making everybody confused.

"What do you mean? They left yesterday with Eri, they didn't even spend the night here," Oboro tells the hero, voicing everybody confusion.

"But then who were the ones having sex yesterday in the room on top of mine?" Snipe asks baffled.

"Sorry about that," a low voice comes from the kitchen. The teachers all turn towards it and find the model from yesterday leaning against the kitchen door with two steaming cups of coffee one was Tenko's favourite one, Oboro noticed and no shirt.

"What- Why- What are you still doing here?" Oboro asks, fearing the answer.

"My baby was lonely, and he never says no to Daddy's attention," Dabi grins and walks back upstairs.

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"So, how long are you going to torture your dad?" Dabi asks his boyfriend, giving him the steaming cup in his new bed before he lays down next to him.

"For a while," Tenko hums and sips his sugar monstrosity he referred to as 'coffee'. "I'm guessing in a month, he'll finally get tired of it, learn his lesson," Dabi hums as he sips with him. "You don't have to follow along if you don't want to. I know what I'm doing is stupid," he says, lightly scratching his neck.

"Are you kidding me!? I love every second of it," Dabi chuckles. "How about on winter holidays you came to my family's home, and we do the same to my old man?" he suggests, a mischievous grin forming in his face.

"Are these going to be our dates from now on? Pissing off each other's parents?" Tenko rolls his eyes at his boyfriend's daddy issues.

"Hell, yeah. We are a team, aren't we? If you succeed, then so do I," he kisses him in the cheek, making the younger man's cheek turn pink. "Speaking of which, I need to leave more marks on you, babe," The brunette traces a path with his lips to the crook of his neck.

"Dabi..." the artist moans. Suddenly, the body besides him steps away from the bed, taking the heat with him. "No, don't leave..." he pouts and watches as his boyfriend rummages through his overnight bag. A second later, the taller male drops a dozen lipstick tubes on the bed and a box of make-up removing tissues on the bed. He then sits in the mattress again, in front of him, making the new objects bounce. "What are those for?"

"A game I know. Pick one," Tomura looks between the object and his boyfriend, trying to decipher what he was planning on doing. With a shaky gloved finger, he takes the tube nearest to him. Dabi takes it from him and spins it open, displaying a hot pink colour and applies it rapidly on his lips.

He is about to ask him something else, but he is interrupted by a pair of wet lips connecting with his. After his mouth, Dabi kisses his cheek then his jaw, his neck and collar bone before once again returning to his lips. He then separates from him once again and reaches for one the wipes, leaving Tomura panting. "Pick another one," he is instructed as the brunette takes off the pink lipstick. Without taking his eyes off Dabi, grabs another tube and hands it to him. The man on top opens the new one, a deep red, applies it and goes back to Tenko's lips. This time though, instead of continuing on his neck, the other dips down lower and tugs his shirt upwards. He starts to outline a straight line from his hip to his heart before returning to his lips again. "Another one and take that shirt off, I plan on making you a masterpiece," Dabi softly whispers in his ear before wiping off the make-up.

Colour after colour, Dabi stayed true to his word. His collar and neck ended up pink, his chest had three lines of kiss marks in red, purple and blue, his shoulders and wrists got green and yellow on his right and left and his crotch covered in black. He would start and end with his lips, making them swollen and full of colour. Dabi kissed him slowly and sensually everywhere, tearing him apart with every touch of his lips, smearing make-up all over his body. He felt his affection and care, leaving him breathless and dizzy. They didn't do anything overly sexual, his bottom was still sore from yesterday, though Dabi did blow him.

As the two laid next to each other after it, Tenko couldn't believe how happy the other made him. Dabi was his first relationship, and the man had been nothing if not patient with him. He let him set a pace he was comfortable with, teaching him the ropes and calming his anxiety whenever he got nervous. He even went along with his petty scheme. Tenko knew he was falling for the guy and it terrified him and thrilled him at the time. The fact that he could just be next to a person and be happy and content was new. He could stay in this bed forever, staring back into those blue eyes, and be in peace.

Suddenly, a phone rings in the background, interrupting the moment. Dabi huffs annoyed and picks up the phone on the nightstand. "What, Giran!?" he answers the call. "What? No, I'm busy. Can't you postpone it?" he says after a second. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. But I'm with Shirakumo right now," he moans and sighs once he gets an answer. "Alright, alright, I'm going. I'll see you there," he hangs up the phone and sighs again.

"You have work?" Tenko asks him.

"Yeah, the photoshoot for that new perfume brand, 'Angel's Tears', got moved to today. They want to release the product earlier, to win against a rival brand," he explains annoyed. "I don't wanna leave..." he moans and hides his face in the crook of his neck.

"You can come back later, I don't want you to miss work," he tells him, stroking the model's naked back. Dabi groans in protest and cuddles closer, hanging on to hin tighter. "Come on, you lazy bum, get up," he tells him and tries to get out of his hold.

It takes him a minute, but he is able to get out of bed and go into the bathroom. When he is in there, he gets to look at the end piece of Dabi's game. His body is a battlefield of lip marks of different colours in a chaotic yet very eye-catching way. He had a lot of issues like a LOT of issues and his dislike for his body was one of them. But looking at himself like this? With the clear evidence that someone loved his frail, pale form, it made his stomach flutter. Taking advantage of his new-found confidence, he goes for his phone and takes a picture in the mirror. As the camera goes off, Dabi appears behind him, placing his arms in his stomach and his chin in his shoulder. He takes another one.

"I told you I would make you a Masterpiece," he whispers in his ear and then kisses it.

The two try to get presentable, or at least Tenko does, covering the lipstick with clothes. The make-up is dry now, so the wipes don't take much of it off. He might need to take a shower once Dabi leaves. Once the two are ready, they go to the gate hand in hand to wait for Giran. The manager is going to drive the model there, since he doesn't have a car.

They depart with a kiss and a promise to call the other once they're free again.

Once he is gone, he makes his way back to the small dormitory-apartment, where he sees his dad sitting in one of the couch with his face in his hands. Yagi by his side, was trying to comfort him. He ignored them, but he can feel their eyes in his back and neck. Especially on the make-up he yet had to remove. He is feeling a little bad for his dad. He knows it's very pitiful what he is doing. But he guessed for now he learned his lesson. He could back down a little and attack once he went back to his habits. He was prepared if that happened. Unlike his dad, whose strategy was unplanned and sprung in the moment, he had a hot-blooded boyfriend he could use as very effective ammo.

He took a shower when he got to his room, which took him while. The lipstick was a pain to scrub off, and it made him question how worth it would be to do it. But then he remembers how good it was to be kissed stupid by his boyfriend and how he would love to do the same to him, and thinks that maybe it's worth the mess. He steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist but stops in his tracks.

"Dad!? What are you doing with my phone!?" he yells when he sees his dad there, messing with his phone.

'Quick, Oboro, act stupid!'

"...what's a phone?" the older man utters. 'Not that stupid!'

Tenko feels like he's about to explode with anger. Screw going on the defensive! Screw his dad and his overprotective nurture! Screw being treated like a child or an innocent teenager! This meant war and his dad was going to relive hell on earth!

Tenko takes a deep breath to calm down first. He isn't wearing his gloves right now, and while his control is pretty good, he doesn't want to accidentally decay his phone or his possessions in a fit of anger. Or worse, his dad.

"I'm going to change, and then you are going to apologise for disrespecting my privacy," he tells him in his meanest and darkest tone. "Also, if I were you, I wouldn't open the camera roll," he warns as he enters his bedroom.

The scream he hears once the door is close is strangely satisfying.

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floralseokjin · 4 years

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— crystallised 08 (m) final

crystallised /ˈkrɪst(ə)lʌɪz/ (verb) make or become definite and clear

Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past... fuck buddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart... Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late?

pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; light angst, smut; we have d in v ppl!!!! fluffy romance, the L word gets thrown around a lot, A HAPPY ENDING words; 7,473

sequel to; memoirs of a mistake and lostmyhead

chapters; 01 ⤑ 02 ⤑ 03 ⤑ 04 ⤑ 05 ⤑ 06 ⤑ 07⤑ 08 ✓

listen to; i.f.l.y

author’s note; here she is 😭the final chapter. My babies have come so far and I love them very very much! Thank you for following and sending this series lots of love. Hope you enjoy!!!! 💖

The next few days dragged by. Feeling hopeless and sorry for yourself. Seokjin didn’t want to talk to you. You’d tried calling him as soon as you’d woken up the morning after Hoseok’s birthday party. It just kept ringing and ringing. Going to answerphone. In the end you’d grown impatient, bombarding him with texts. He did reply after a while, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

You (10:08am) Seokjin please pick up Can’t we talk? I’m so sorry about last night

Seokjin (10:27am) I just need some space for a while I’m sorry

You (10:27am) Okay. Please just tell me when you’re ready and we’ll talk ok?

It was silly, but the only thing that softened the blow was his apology. You mean, he couldn’t be angry at you or hate you if he’d said sorry, surely? But regardless, it didn’t make it any easier. With each passing day you were losing hope. Getting restless. If you didn’t talk soon you were scared that would just be it. Time would pass and things would end. Your relationship would end. Just before it’d even started.

You kept repeating what Lina – and Yoongi, had told you: An argument didn’t mean the end of a relationship. You couldn’t give up. Not when the thought of losing Seokjin killed you, but exactly how long was this space he needed going to take? You just wanted to understand what was going on his head. To apologise for all the things you’d handled wrongly and to just talk. You really wanted to talk to him and see him. Just see him. You missed him so much.

By Tuesday Lina was over it. Practically forcing you to just go to Seokjin and sort it out already. She was sick of seeing you so miserable, knew for a fact Jin was just the same. Miserable without one another. You told her you couldn’t. Not when it was his decision. Take some initiative. Those were her words. If you wanted everything to be alright then you had to fight.

So here you were the next day, loitering outside his 3pm class, waiting for him to be done. You figured being in a public place would ease your nerves a little. Wrong. Your heart was still pounding. You were still breaking out into a cold sweat when the doors opened and the class started to disperse…

You spotted him before he spotted you. He was talking to a friend from his class. Dressed in all black. Looked effortlessly good. Like usual. You almost had second thoughts, but Lina’s advice echoed in the back of your mind, getting louder. You weren’t a coward anymore. You wouldn’t run away.

“Seokjin!” His head turned in the direction of his name, recognising your voice. You waved at him, about five feet away. He stopped in his tracks, contemplating what to do next. If he walked off you wouldn’t know what to do. Thankfully he stepped closer, turning back only to say goodbye to the guy he was with. You held your breath until he was right in front of you, knowing you needed to actually speak words out loud instead of just thinking them in your head.

You smiled slightly. “Hey. I thought we could walk together?”

“I have work.” He definitely didn’t sound angry, so you took that as a positive.

“I know. I’ll walk with you.” You knew his schedule well. If he knew yours too, he’d know you only had one class on a Wednesday. It finished at 12pm.

He didn’t say anything though, so you just started following him. Out of the building and down the path that led to the main road. The gym was on your way back home. You’d thought it all through. Apart from the talking bit. You walked in silence for a good few minutes. Over half the journey, until he was the one who broke it.

“Sorry I haven’t messaged you yet. I was just…” He spoke quietly. Sounding awkward. Maybe even guilty.

It’s okay,” you reassured. He looked over at you in surprise. “I was thinking maybe we could talk a little now?”

He looked back at the floor, murmuring your name. “I’m not really in the right headspace right now. Like I said, I have work, and well,” he paused, glancing your way again. “Do you really think everything can be said in under five minutes?”

It was you who looked at the floor then. “No I don’t.” You shook your head. “I just wanted to see you.”

Seokjin didn’t reply, but he moved closer, his arm brushing against yours as you walked. It soothed your heart a little. Told you maybe everything would be okay. You could see the gym in the near distance. Damn you both for walking so fast.

“I feel really shitty for leaving you alone and storming off.” This time he definitely sounded guilty. Embarrassed.

“It’s fine,” you answered. “I got an uber. I was home before 12.” Tucked up in bed, quietly crying yourself to sleep. You left that bit out though.

“Still though. I’m really sorry.” You smiled in response. Building now seriously close. In no time at all you were stood outside it. “I’ll, um,” Seokjin began, itching the side of his face. “I’ll call you when I’m home?”

Your eyes widened a little in surprise. More hopeful now than ever. “Only if you want to.”

He nodded. His eyes were a little sad. Didn’t have their usual twinkle to them. You really wanted to hug him but chose against it. Things still weren’t okay, but you wouldn’t lose that hope. He smiled softly, voice just the same. “See you.”

You pushed yourself up from the wall you’d been leaning against when you saw Seokjin through the glass doors, his shift over. It was four hours later. Right now you should’ve been at home waiting for his phone call, and you’d had every intention of doing just that, but you were serious this time. You wouldn’t let this relationship die. He needed to see that. To hear it in person.

You walked over to him, smiling shyly. He looked vaguely puzzled. “Me again.”

He closed the gap between you, backpack slung over his shoulder. “You haven’t been out here this whole time, have you?”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “No, I came back. I kinda memorised your schedule a while back,” you admitted awkwardly. His expression softened, as if touched. You carried on. “I thought instead of talking on the phone we could talk in person.” This time it wasn’t a question.

Seokjin nodded slightly. “Sounds like a good idea.” Your heart finally settled in relief. “I–Wanna come over my place? I need to shower and beats talking out here in the cold.”

“Thanks.” Gratitude your way of saying yes. “I have my car.” You’d brought it just in case. Somewhere private to talk if he didn’t want you to come home with him. Didn’t want to come home with you.

The ride was made in silence. Not that you minded. You figured small talk wasn’t the way to go, and besides, the journey wasn’t too long. Just being close to him was what mattered. Was enough for those few minutes.

Sandeul turned his head from the couch when he heard the door open, speaking before he’d really caught a glance. “Hey, man. You feeling alrig–Oh.” She stopped short when he saw you, saying your name as almost a way of realisation before he greeted you. “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You put a smile on your face, totally understanding he knew pretty much everything, if not everything. “Hi, Sandeul.”

He smiled back, looking over at Seokjin next to you. “I can go to my room?”

God. Seriously, how awkward. Seokjin shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I need to shower so we’ll go to mine. Speak later.” You followed him as he made across the room, stepping inside his bedroom when he motioned for you to go first.

Whilst Seokjin was in the shower you had a lot of time to plan what you were going to say. Seokjin’s room always smelt nice and was always cosy. Just being here made you feel more at ease, but you guessed that was because you’d missed him so much. A few days ago you’d thought you’d never be in his bedroom again. You prayed this wasn’t the last time.

You knew he was out of the shower when you heard whispering. You couldn’t make it out but you could definitely hear it. Boys were never exactly subtle. However you pretended like you hadn’t once Seokjin pushed the door open and slid back inside. His hair was still damp and he combed his fingers through it in an attempt to tame the spikes that had appeared where he’d rubbed the towel over it. He was dressed in black sweats and a grey and maroon striped top, which you’d never seen before. It was evil. Stuck to him like an extra layer of skin.

You stayed perched on the edge of the bed. It seemed wrong to make yourself comfy, yet too awkward to sit in his desk chair. He smiled at you softly and sat down next to you. There was a moment of silence, one you took to psych yourself up. You had everything you wanted to say planned, all you had to do was open your mouth. But he beat you to it.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked at him in surprise. He looked absolutely beside himself. Jittery, apologetic and totally sincere. “What are you sorry for? I’m the one that should be apologising!”

He shook his head quickly, refuting you immediately. “I’m the one who was acting all irrational and stormed off.”

“I shouldn’t have spoken to Yoongi. I’m sorry you had to hear all that. It was beyond insensitive of me.”

“I overreacted.”

You took a deep breath. You were both going around in circles. How could you apologise if he wasn’t letting you. But then you guessed he probably felt the same. “I don’t think you did.” You said softly. Maybe nobody needed to apologise. Maybe you just needed to talk through the misunderstandings. “I just… I don’t understand what you meant when you said all that stuff.”

He knew exactly what you were on about. The argument here. The things that had come out of his mouth at the party. “That’s what’s wrong. With me. With us.”

He didn’t know how to continue so bravely you did so for him. You didn’t want to assume anything, but at this point it was obvious. “You don’t think you’re good enough?” He stayed silent but the look in his eyes said a thousand words. You scoffed in frustration. “That’s bullshit, Seokjin!” You weren’t mad at him. Just mad he felt that way. “Who am I? A nobody.” Of course he was good enough for you. He was perfect for you. “If you’re not good enough for me then I’m not good enough for you.”

He opened his mouth to argue but you didn’t let him. “If we’re both not good enough for one another then it cancels out and means we’re perfect for one another.”

“I don’t think it works like that.” But he did laugh a little. It was mostly silent, but you saw the curl of his mouth. It was enough.

You reached for his hand, shuffling closer to him. “Of course it does. I’m not going to let go. I’m going to fight for us.” You squeezed his fingers. “It’s taken us so long to get here, we’re not throwing it away.” This was how you handled conflict. You felt oddly at ease. Mature and proud of yourself.

“I don’t want us to throw it away.” Warmth flowed through your body when you felt him lace your fingers together. “I thought you’d be super mad after that party mess. Thought you’d hate me and want to end things, so I hid away and pretended like nothing was happening.” He explained. “If I could get through those months without you last year I could do it again. Only I couldn’t.” He looked at you, eyes still sad. “I knew I had to confront my fears and hold onto us, even if it meant begging you for a second chance. I really was going to call you tonight. Even before you turned up outside class.”

Processing everything he’d said you breathed a laugh, nestling in a little closer. Your free hand lightly pressed into his chest. “I could never hate you. Especially for you speaking your mind and I don’t know, confiding in me?” That’s what he’d done outside the party. How could you be mad when he’d confessed so many troubles to you.

“It was more like yelling at you. Telling you what you should think.” He was still a little stubborn. Needed to see the truth.

“Well, I don’t think any of those things,” you replied matter of factly. “Seokjin, you’re honestly the most kindest, caring, sweetest guy I’ve ever known.” You shook your head and corrected yourself. “Person, even.”

He shook his head, sliding his hand from yours to pull away in some sort of embarrassment. “No, listen,” you insisted, latching onto him again. He dropped his head but you cupped his cheek, eager for him to look at you. He did so reluctantly, but your felt his hand lightly hold your waist, keeping you near. “I’m going to compliment you because you need to hear it. You deserve it. You’re the best.” You smiled. “No one gets me like you do. No one makes me laugh like you do. Feel so at ease. You just make me so happy.”

Seokjin watched you intently, softening from your words. “Always have. Just now… I get to say these things. Or I should do, no matter how cheesy I think they are.” You should’ve said them a long time ago. “These… insecurities you have, I can’t stop them, but I can help you see who you are.” He needed to realise it was all in his head. He deserved you, like you deserved him. You cupped his other cheek, moving closer. “Who you are to me, and your friends, and your family.”

You were so close to his mouth. You couldn’t help it. Had to kiss him. His lips were warm and soft. It felt like an age since you’d felt them. He gently kissed you back. A split second. Before pulling away. His hand moved up your side and he squeezed. “I’m sorry.” He pressed his forehead to yours. You let your breaths match up. “My head was a mess, I took it out on you.” He paused. “I’ve just been feeling… I thought us getting together would make all these things go away. Especially after I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“You can’t help it.” You whispered. But hearing that broke your heart a little.

He chuckled sadly. “I know, but it’s stupid.” He moved his hands to your face, holding you. “You want me.” He kissed your lips. You closed your eyes. “I know you do, but it’s just hard to understand sometimes.”

It was ironic. Before you had began something serious with one another, when you were with Yoongi, and before that even, deep down, even though you didn’t realise it, the reason you couldn’t admit your feelings for Seokjin was because of your insecurities regarding him. He couldn’t like you like that. Didn’t want to. It was just sex. It had taken you a while to overcome that, but ever since you’d admitted your feelings, poof, every apprehension had gone. Everything had been perfect. In your mind. Seokjin’s insecurities were only just starting.

He pulled away, making some distance between you and cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “I hate to say this, but I’ve been jealous of Yoongi for so long. I know it’s stupid of me, childish, but…” He scoffed to himself. “Hearing you speak to him. It was like I was listening in on something I could never be a part of. And not because of what you were saying, not really. I knew you were only saying all that because of me, and the doubts I’d just put into your head. It just hurt because he listened so well, knows you so well and you wanted his advice.” He looked across at you. You knew admitting all this was hard for him. “You wanted him to help and give you answers because I couldn’t.”

Now you felt beyond sad. His reaction outside the party was one of frustration. So many mixed and pent up feelings. “I just wanted to talk to someone because I couldn’t talk to you. I’m sorry I acted so childishly when we could’ve just talked it out but I–I…” You were here now, talking. That was the main thing. “I shouldn’t have spoken to him about us. It was wrong of me. I know that, and I’m sorry. But…” You reached for his hands clutched at his lap, holding them as you continued. “There’s no need to be jealous of him. It’s natural I know, given the circumstances and I understand.” Hell, you were jealous of people you shouldn’t really be jealous of either, but you were human. You couldn’t control your emotions no matter how irrational. However you could help ease his. “Me and Yoongi… there’s nothing to worry about.”

You had no feelings for him. All your heart knew and wanted was Seokjin.

“I know.” He sighed, softly tracing patterns on the back of your hand with his fingers. Gaze locked there. “I know. It’ll pass. I just let everything get on top of me.”

“W-were you upset because it was Namjoon’s room too?” You hesitated before asking the question, torn about bringing it up, but knowing deep down you needed to. The threesome was another issue, and you wanted to know his true feelings on it. Being in Namjoon’s room again like that has shaken you up too.

Seokjin looked at you, nodding his head slightly. “Yes. Reminded me of…” He entwined your hands, holding on tight. Almost like he was determined to continue. “I really don’t look at you any different because of that night. Honest.” Even though this talk had begun to make you see that, the relief you felt hearing those words was a huge weight lifted from your shoulders.

You guessed a lot of your insecurities had lied with that night. Maybe deep down you were still dealing with them. Why you’d come to such a conclusion the other night. Scared Seokjin regretted everything. Scared it had cursed your relationship before it had even started.

“What I said about the threesome, I meant like my own insecurities regarding it.”

“I understand.”

“You do?” He looked relieved as you nodded. “That was the last time we had sex and… I don’t want to say I regret it, because it happened and I can’t change it.” He was struggling to express himself. You gave him time, waiting patiently. He didn’t stop holding your hand. “I don’t want to change it. That would mean you feeling bad about yourself and I don’t want that. You have nothing to feel bad about. I just hate that I even thought to do something like that.” He ducked his head in shame. “I’ve said before why I feel like that, but it just won’t stop playing on my mind.” He sighed, struggling. “That night felt like I was in competition with him and that’s not how wanted to ever treat you.”

“I don’t see it like that. I know I can’t tell you how to feel but I really don’t judge you when it comes to that night.” He needed to know that. You shuffled closer, wanting him to know you were there for him and you understood.

He looked up, smiling softly. “Thank you. I really don’t feel differently about you. Never have, never will.” You felt silly knowing you’d ever come to that conclusion. “It’s me I feel different about. I acted out of jealousy. My ego was bruised and I just… I hate myself whenever I think about it.”

“Well you shouldn’t.” You wrapped your arm around his shoulders. You couldn’t bear to hear him say such a thing. “It was a decision made by all three of us. You don’t need to hate yourself, Seokjin.” You didn’t blame him. There was nothing to blame him for. You let your face fall into the crook of his neck slightly, kissing the skin. “I don’t want you to. I won’t let you.”

He pulled his arm from between your bodies, draping it over your shoulder and you let yours fall from his, letting him hold you. “I’m trying not to.” He murmured, before finding your mouth to kiss. “I think now that you know the truth it’ll start getting better.”

You smiled. “A problem shared is a problem halved, right?” He’d told you that numerous times. When you were hooking up, stressed with schoolwork. Caring as always.

“Right,” he smiled back before kissing you again. When he pulled away he rubbed your noses together. “Thanks for saying such nice things about me earlier.”

You laughed. “It’s okay, you can return the favour some other time.”

He smiled, eyes now shining like you were familiar with, and cupped your face, turning your head gently to face him. “You make me so happy. I know me being a dramatic little bitch doesn’t show it, but well… You’re the girl of my dreams and I’m so glad I’ve been given a chance with you. Well,” he paused, “multiple chances.” He chuckled, glancing away. “Sorry I keep messing it up.”

You shook your head, reaching for him, hands brushing against his chest. “You haven’t messed anything up.”

He didn’t listen, making a little distance again. “I’ve been trying so hard to make things perfect.” He looked briefly at you. “That was true. About me wanting our second first time to be perfect. I just overthought it so much I didn’t know how to initiate it in the end, and when you did, I panicked. Thought I was doing this whole relationship thing all wrong.”

That made sense. Why he was hellbent on taking things slow. Why it took a while for him to ask you to be his girlfriend. The overthinking caused delays. Caused self doubt and worry. If only you’d realised.

You sighed softly. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was rushing you or being selfish.”

“You weren’t,” he shook his head. “I just got scared.” He turned a little bashful then. “You’re my first serious relationship. Well, my first one altogether. I just wanted everything to be perfect.”

Perfect. That word. Didn’t he already see it?

You took his hand. “It’s already perfect.” You smiled when he looked at you. “I’m sorry I never told you. I thought it so many times.” In your head you thought you’d done so already. Maybe you had, he just couldn’t believe it. “You’re my perfect. Perfect for me. The only one I want. The only one I’ve wanted for a long, long time. Even if it took me a little while to realise it.”

He looked a little guilty then, remembering part of your argument. “I’m sorry about that too. It just came out before I could stop it. I don’t hold that against you. How could I? I was just frustrated you didn’t believe I wanted you.”

You believed him. He wanted you. When you kissed him next it was to give him everything you had. You clung to him and in turn he held you tight, but your mouths moved sweet and slow. It felt new all over again.

“Not having sex was supposed to make things simpler not harder, but of course I was wrong,” he laughed after he pulled away. “I gave myself blue balls for no reason.”

“Jinn,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest.

“What?” He played clueless.

“Nothing.” You pulled away, rolling your eyes playfully. “If it’s something, I have come to admire your terrific strength. But, you did give me major blue balls too, so you should probably say sorry.”

He hummed aloud, pretending to think. “I don’t think it’s called that for women.”

You whacked his shoulder. “Shut up.”

“What?!” He sounded amusingly affronted. Nothing a hug couldn’t solve.

You moulded yourself to his body, holding tight. He wrapped his arms around your middle, kissing the top of your head. “We’re okay?” You murmured. It was pretty obvious, but verbal confirmation would be nice.

“We’re okay.” He softly inhaled the scent of your hair. “I’m going to try and not let my insecurities get the better of me, because they’re not real.”

You moved to smile up at him. “No, they’re not, but it’s fine. Next time you feel down, tell me.”

He smiled back, kissing your lips. “I want to tell you everything.”

“That’s funny, because I want to tell you everything too.”

He laughed. “Okay. Can we start now?”

Narrowing your eyes, you felt suspicious. What was he after? “…We can. ”

“Tell me if you already thought I was hot before we hooked up that first time.”

Idiot.

“Hm. Is that really important?”

“Very,” he punctuated with a kiss to your nose.

You spent the next couple of hours reminiscing. It was funny, you’d done this once before, but it wasn’t something you could ever get bored of. Thinking about where you’d grown from. Trying to pinpoint the exact moment you’d fallen for one another. It was fun. It made you happy. Sometimes nostalgia was your best friend.

You’d been lying down for a while, natural progression, when Seokjin started to yawn. Hand up to his mouth trying to stifle it. “You’re tired,” you stated, lifting your head from where it had been resting on his chest.

“Mm. I haven’t really gotten much sleep these past few nights.”

The same had been for you too, but maybe you were still a little buzzed to start drifting off right now. You couldn’t force him to stay awake though. Not when his eyes were near closing. You tapped his chest. “Go to sleep.”

He grumbled but didn’t fight. “Stay over?”

“Okay.” It took you not even a millisecond to think of an answer. Nor did it take you even five minutes to change into one of his t-shirts. Before joining Seokjin in bed though, there was one thing you needed to do. “I’ll be back soon. Need to pee.” You whispered. He hummed in response. Poor guy was already half asleep.

He was fully asleep when you came back, curled up on his side. You turned off the light and crept under the covers quietly, moving close and wrapping your arm around his body. You closed your eyes, wanting to sleep too but still a little wired. It was only about a minute later when Seokjin began to shuffle.

“I wanna spoon you instead,” he more or less whined, twisting out of your grip. There was nothing wrong with that. You turned around immediately, grinning when he wrapped his arm around you, enveloping you in warmth. He laced your fingers together, tangled your legs, and kissed the back of your head.

He attempted to move your hair out of the way with his nose, trying to find the skin of your neck to kiss too. Realising it was a little difficult he unclasped your hands and moved the strands down your back. He kissed the skin slowly. Sucking softly, sending light shivers up your spine. His hand rubbed and caressed your side, pulling you closer to his chest.

“I thought you were tired?” You murmured, keening into his touch.

He hummed into you, kissing across your cheek. “I power napped while you were in the bathroom.”

You giggled, turning your head to reach his mouth. His tongue parted your lips before they could even touch, and it wasn’t long before you were on your back, his body pressed firmly into yours. You let your hands explore; up his back, over his shoulders and down his arms, gripping onto the hard muscle under that cruelly tight fitting top. Seokjin liked that. You feeling him up. Liked it when you moaned into his mouth. Against his tongue.

He grew hard pretty quickly. You could feel it digging into your thighs as he rutted against you. Mouth now on your throat, his breathing getting heavier. “I think this is the perfect moment.” His mouth was wet, words trembling slightly. Arousal. Nerves. Probably both.

There was silence as his words settled, just the noises of his kisses against your neck filling the air. He wasn’t letting up. You clutched at his face, lifting him up so you could feel his mouth on yours. “I think so too.”

That was all he needed to hear. He picked up the pace, your mouths furious, gripping your hips as you spread your legs, one bent at the knee to roll into him more. You moaned in sheer longing when his hands pushed up the t-shirt. Hot fingers grabbing at your equally as hot skin. He was seconds away from tearing it off you when he stopped abruptly, pulling away slightly.

It was dark in his room. Your eyes were slow to adjust. Too busy closed in pleasure. So you were confused, unable to read his face. Unsure what was wrong. “S-seokjin…?”

There was a beat of silence and then– “I love you.”

You froze. Heart not beating anymore, you were sure of it. “What?” You were so flabbergasted it was all you could think to say. Surely you were hearing things. “Jin?” You were eager for confirmation. Sick of only seeing dark. Why was it dark at a moment like this? You wanted to see his face. Wanted to see his mouth when he said those three little words. “One minute–” you moved under him, stretching your body to reach the lamp on his nightstand. If you could just get some light.

“Oh.” As you clicked it on the brightness blinded you. You blinked a few times, but still determined you stared straight at him. “What did you say?”

He didn’t hesitate. “I love you. I’m in love with you.” You were speechless. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way yet. I don’t mind. I can wait—

“Of course I feel the same.” You reached out for him, wanting him close.

“What?” It was his turn to sound baffled.

“I love you too.” You kissed him, before laughing. “Of course I do.”

“Really?”

“Yes!” Did he want you to shout it from the rooftops? You would. You loved him. So much. Had for a while, you were sure of it. You were just… too scared? Oblivious? Who knew. But it didn’t matter anymore. There was a time when you’d been obsessed with idea of love, wondering when and how it would happen. You realised now the best kind was the love that had always been there. Slowly waiting for a chance to reveal itself. A quiet love. A subtle love. A true love. The love you had for Seokjin.

“Yes,” you murmured against his lips. “I love you.”

You broke apart as he sighed in relief. “Thank fuck for that. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long but I was scared it would be too early.” You could tell he was nervous about it, his hands trembling. “I think that’s what was playing on my mind too–” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I have nothing to worry about.” He smiled at you, caressing your cheek and hair. “I’ve loved you for a really long time.”

All you could do was smile back. So happy perhaps you could cry. You wouldn’t, but you could. You kissed the side of his thumb. “Then it would never be too early.” You think he understood the same went for you. You’d loved him for a while.

He got you out of that t-shirt very quickly after that. Mouth on your chest, down your cleavage, wrapped around your nipples… Your breath was shaky as he hooked his fingers into your underwear. “Goddd.”

He hesitated before he dragged them down. “Can I show you how much I love you?”

“Please.” Your voice was a whisper. Couldn’t trust it otherwise. “Please.” Your underwear was already hanging from your ankle. You kicked them off.

He looked down your body with a groan. He was a little impatient. A little frustrated. There was so much he wanted to do with your body, but he also just really wanted to be inside you. You could tell by the look in his eyes. You tugged at his sweatpants, helping him out. He was naked waist down immediately. Still in that evil top though. You ran your hands over his chest and down, fingertips brushing against his abs. “I kinda want you to keep this on. You look so good.”

“I can if you want.” He offered, eyes wide in surprise.

You contemplated for a moment before shaking your head. “No. Naked is better.” You wanted to feel his body against yours. It had been so long.

All clothing now on the floor, he crawled over your body, feeling any part he could reach, mouth chasing yours. He brought a hand between your legs, realising how aroused you were already and groaned. He rubbed a little at your entrance but didn’t push inside. It was beyond frustrating, but you guessed he had other ideas.

“Should I get a condom?”

You giggled. “No, silly.” You were still on birth control, and if he wasn’t coming inside you, then what was the point? You cupped his face, kissing him sweetly and smiled. “You’re the best. I love you.”

Before he could think of saying it back, you’d flipped him on his back. Not that he put up much of a fight. You straddled him. “Ughh,” he groaned again, snapping his hands on your hips. You grinded against him a few times , getting wetter and wetter, before taking his—perfectly hard—dick in your fist. You squeezed, then began to run your palm over him, right against the head as you angled him inside your entrance. He moaned this time, ever so slightly bucking up. “You wanna end me.”

Wrong. That wasn’t your intention at all. You wanted to give him all the pleasure in the world. You pushed down, over the first inch of his dick and kept on going. Only it was a bit of a struggle. You got about halfway when you had to pull off him and try again.

Seokjin sat up easily, kissing you as he lightly teased you. “What’s up? Struggling?” By the smirk on his face you could tell he was loving it. Okay, Mr. Big Dick, calm down. “You can’t have forgotten…”

“I haven’t.” You insisted, determined this time. You pushed down. “I just–mmph.” God. He felt so big inside you. Stuffed full and he wasn’t even all the way in. You bit down on your lip and took a deep breath, pushing one last time, feeling him drag inside of you. You moaned loudly when he bottomed out. “Oh.”

“Fuckkk.” Seokjin hissed, holding you tight. “Oh fuck.” Your wet warmth was too much to handle. Sensation something he’d missed so much.

You slowly began to move, back and forth, getting used to him again. It was amazing. Even just this simply, but of course, as your pleasure rose, so did your need. “Lay down,” you requested, wanting him to just enjoy the ride. Quite literally.

Sweaty thighs, ragged breaths, a squeaking mattress. It was just like the old times. Only this time there was a difference. Love. A love acknowledged and embraced.

“Slow down.” Seokjin sounded fucked out already. Murmuring your name before sitting up again. He clung to your hips, trying to still your rhythm as you continued riding him. Riding the pleasure. “Baby. Please.” Despite near begging he wasn’t really doing much else to stop you. Mouth on your neck as he spoke. “Stoppp. I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Why?” Honestly you didn’t give a damn if he came. You just wanted to make him feel good.

“It hasn’t even been five minutes.” You could hear the pout in his voice. “Let me fuck you some more. Please. I just need a breather.”

“Fine.” But you weren’t annoyed. How could you be when he whispered such casual filth? And how could you when he got you on your back, spread your legs and kissed between them.

“Wanna make you moan,” he breathed against your core, lips already sticky. “Wanna make you cum.”

It didn’t take long. He soon had you holding your breath and arching your back. Coming easily. Like he was showing off how well he knew your body. Cupping your ass as he pulled away, he kissed his way up your body. His dick still hard bobbed between your thighs, and of course he couldn’t take it. Had been a wonder how he’d slipped out of your warmth in the first place.

He knelt up, adjusting himself between your legs. “You okay to carry on?”

“Yes,” you murmured, almost dreamlike. “One hundred percent yes.”

He took his time, revelling in the pleasure almost. Dipping inside of you and slowly pulling out until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Don’t tease,” you whined, brushing your hand down his chest. He listened.

Only then he laid over you, lodging himself inside. As deep as he could get. Not wanting to leave your warmth. Soft and wet and to die for. He choked a little. “I could stay like this forever.”

“Mm. I’m sure we can work with it,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He began to thrust and that’s when you lost it. Moaning loudly. “Seokjin—!”

He thrust harder, spurred on. “Mm. Say my name again.” You did. “You can be a little louder, y’know?”

“But Sandeul.” It was late now. The guy was probably in his bedroom next to this trying to sleep.

Seokjin chuckled. “When did that ever stop us?” You blushed at past memories, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re embarrassed. Cute.” He ducked his head and kissed you. “He won’t care. He’ll be happy for us.”

You rolled your eyes. Why yes, Seokjin’s best friend loved hearing him have sex. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot you’re in love with,” he countered.

Damn. He was going to use that against you every time now, wasn’t he? What had you gotten yourself into? You were about to say just that, to tease him, but he was fucking into you so fast now you pretty much choked on your words. He kneeled up a little, wrapping your legs around his waist and concentrated again on getting deeper and deeper. Hard, determined thrusts that became addictive and knocked the wind out of you. Well, until it felt like his dick was stabbing your insides.

You pushed at his shoulder, wincing in pain and twisted your hips, stopping his next thrust from getting as far. He noticed straight away and pulled out of you, a little worried. “You okay?”

“Your dick’s too big,” you whined, getting a little ticklish when he started peppering your cheek in kisses, chuckling lowly now that he knew you were okay.

“See? You’ve forgotten,” he teased, tugging your earlobe between his lips. You wriggled, even more so when you felt his hand between your legs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you used to it again…” He fell back on his side, essentially spooning you as the pad of his index finger dragged against your clit. “So wet,” he whispered in your ear, spreading your arousal around your core casually. He circled his hips into you, erection sticky between your ass. He groaned. “You’ve got me so hard. Can we go again?”

“Yeah.” That was a certain yes. This time you weren’t stopping until he came.

He gripped your ass, lifting one cheek up a little so he could find your entrance and push inside. Which proved fatal. “Oh shit,” he grunted, grabbing at the flesh like he was hungry. “Bad idea.”

“I guess you’ve forgotten the power of my ass.” You wriggled it about just for emphasis and he groaned.

“Impossible.” He lightly spanked it, sending you squealing but he held you tight. “It’s been plaguing my nightmares for months and months.”

“Nightmares?!” You shrieked, but at that exact moment he pushed inside, slowly, indulging on every second.

“You know what I mean.” His breath was hot in your ear and then his tongue curled inside the shell, sending you all a shiver.

You really wanted to cum again. You wanted to cum with his dick inside you. Feel the warmth trickle into your veins and turn your limbs to jello. You were greedy. Greedy for the pleasure he gave you. The pleasure you’d been without for a long, long time. You quickly pushed your hand between your legs, where his hand been not minutes before, chasing your high quickly.

Seokjin’s thrusts faltered when he noticed. Voice tight. “God. I missed you. God. I love you.” Nice to see he was still so easily ruined by the slightest of things.

“Who’s God?” You joked, but rolled a little onto your back, arm reaching to hold his face. Your mouths met in a rush. The kiss messy. “I love you. Missed you.”

“Yeah?” He panted. He was close. You knew it. Would never forget. “How much?”

“You know how much.” You worked your fingers faster, just the sheer anticipation of Seokjin coming – inside of you at that, tipping you over the edge. By the time you’d finished your sentence, it was done. Body stiffening, insides tightening around his dick. “So much.”

And that was it. Seokjin didn’t stand a chance. “I’m gonna cum,” he rushed, sounding almost panicked. Like it had washed over him all of a sudden.

You moaned, gripping his arm, attempting to roll him on top of you. “Like this. Wanna feel you. See your face.”

He listened. Body crushing yours as he thrust at an erratic pace. You wrapped your arms around him. Your legs too. Moulding your body to his as you watched his face, expression contorting with pleasure as he came. You moaned when he did, feeling his entire body stiffen, but so overcome he buried his face into the crook of your neck, riding it out with shaky exhales.

It took a few moments for him to come to. For you both to come to, and you peeled away from one another as he lifted his head. It was an odd sensation. You wanted him back again.

“I’ve gone dizzy,” he murmured, voice frail. “Shit. So fucking dizzy.”

You giggled. He sure did look a little frazzled. Hair a mess, beads of sweat across his forehead. Nothing beat a sex workout. You thought he would agree. You kissed him, taking your time. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled, eyes a little glassy. He ran his hands down your sides as he knelt up. You copied him, sitting up against the headboard. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. You thought you needed a shower. “Twenty minutes and I can go again. Maybe ten.” He informed you. Alright. Maybe the shower could wait…

You laughed, taking one of his hands. “Okay, okay, don’t wear yourself out straight away.”

He looked at you as if you’d forgotten something. “We’ve got like over a month of sex to catch up with. Well, technically, even more. But we might die if we try for that.”

“Jesus Christ,” you exclaimed. “I’ve created a monster.”

A vibration on his nightstand interrupted you. His phone. It must’ve been hanging off the edge because it fell to the floor. As Seokjin picked it up and opened his messages, you checked behind his shoulder. Mario was still facing the wall, thank god. He didn’t need to see all that, or what was surely about to come. A chuckle from Seokjin caught your attention and you glanced at him. He was looking at his phone. “What?”

You leaned forward when he flipped the screen your way and skimmed the messages from none other than Sandeul. “Oh, God.” You muttered as you read, embarrassment back and shame tinging your cheeks.

Sandeul (00:36am) I hear you made up then

Seokjin (00:36am) 🤗🤗

Sandeul (00:37am) I’m sure I have earplugs somewhere.. Have fun!

Written 2019-20. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

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silver-embersss · 3 years

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Broken Horns and Broken Hearts Chapter 8

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

Tubbo had collapsed into bed only a few moments before, but the next the boy knew, he was sitting in yet another meeting, with the rest of the cabinet casting him slightly strange looks as they argued.

He internally panicked, scouring his brain for any memories of getting up, or even walking to the meeting - but there was nothing. A quick check of his timetable confirmed that he’d only lost a few hours this time, instead of two whole days, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying. Where were these sudden gaps in his memory coming from? And why was Quackity staring at him like he’d grown a second head? He shook it off as nothing, perhaps their confrontation last night.

The meeting was followed by another speech, where Schlatt announced a festival to be held in a week, the organising of which was probably going to be delegated to Tubbo on top of the rest. The teen scanned the cityline in boredom, and he was pleasantly surprised to see Wilbur duck behind a parapet. Thankfully, the ex-president couldn’t see him - specifically his horns - from where he stood next to Quackity, but he took a small step back anyway to make sure. Remembering the conversation he had with Tommy yesterday, Tubbo made a mental note to write down the ambush plans they’d discussed earlier and deliver it to the hidden chest.

The gaps in his memory became more frequent as the festival drew near, but Tubbo somehow managed to keep his act together, ignoring the strange looks he got as his horns grew and his patience diminished. The teen also ignored the way his friends talked about him behind his back, denouncing him just because of Schlatt. He simply pretended not to hear the hurt remarks about his grumpiness.

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Tommy slashed wildly with a stone blade, shards of granite screeching off the wall, and he heard Techno chuckle condescendingly from behind. The teen spun around in irritated tiredness to snap at his older brother.

“At least I’m preparing and not just farming fuckin’ potatoes for three hours straight, dipshit!”

The mocking smile on Techno’s face widened.

“The thing is, Tommy, I don’t need the training - you clearly do.”

“Oh, shut up. Stupid pig bastard.”

Tommy glanced worriedly upwards towards the ravine entrance, where Wilbur stood, currently fucking up his sleep schedule even more. The pig followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow, silently judging his hypocrisy, but Tommy ignored the hint and went back to attempting to massacre the granite wall. L’Mandog could look after Wilbur. They had a war to fight, and if The Blade was going to slack off, well. Then it was down to Tommy to carry their rebellion, wasn’t it?

3 bites of a baked potato later, Techno was back in his farm, both him and Tommy trying their best to pretend each other didn’t exist.

Strangely, it didn’t work.

Eventually, Tommy gave the wall a break and swapped his stone sword out for iron, strapping the bare blade to his hip.

“I’m gonna go check the notebook chest!”

The teen called to Techno, trying not to disturb Wilbur in his moonstruck reverie as he left. Despite his efforts, Tommy felt his brother’s eyes on his back as he crept through the undergrowth.

A few hasty ducks and desperate, pleading headshakes at Niki later, the teen made it to the hillside underneath the prime path that hid the chest. For a split second, he thought he saw a flash of black - Tubbo, maybe? - dash around the corner, but it was gone before he could call out to whoever it was.

A quick glance in ‘the mailbox’ (as Techno called it) revealed the notebook they'd been writing correspondences in, but thrown hastily down on its front, bending the spine. The messy placement was at odds with how it normally lay when it was Tubbo’s turn, but the teen didn’t think much of it other than a muttered curse at the dictator who was keeping his best friend busy doing everything that Schlatt should have been doing.

Tommy skimmed through the rushed explanation of the festival’s weaknesses and snapped a picture of the map Tubbo had painstakingly sketched of the proposed layout. They’d agreed not to use names in the book in case one of them was caught with it, so Tommy just scribbled ‘Thx bitch, hang in there’ on the next page and replaced the book.

For a moment, he entertained the crazy idea of abducting Tubbo so he wouldn’t have to deal with the drunken tyrant, but the thought was soon brushed off due to its impossible nature. Plus, who would be their spy then? Will tried to get in contact with Fundy, but was left on read - the fox was still seemingly bitter about losing the election, even if he did cheat.

After a wistful glance at the half-broken walls, Tommy shoved his communicator back in his pocket, took a step back and fell into a creeper hole.

“Fuck!”

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It wasn’t long until Tommy came back from the mailbox, but it was 11:30 at night, so Techno once again tried to convince Wilbur to come into the relatively warmer Pogtopia. The ex-president was mumbling a steady stream of nonsense (which was slightly concerning, to say the least) but it wasn’t exactly a strange occurrence.

“Wilbur? Will?”

No response.

“I’ll make you stew if you come in.”

Food usually got the attention of his siblings, especially Tommy, but still Wilbur ignored him. With a sigh, Techno gave up and went back to his farm, giving L’Mandog a pat on the head as he turned away. It wasn’t the best result, but at least he tried, right?

Casting his memory back, the piglin couldn’t remember Tommy eating that day either, so he pulled a cauldron on top of the campfire anyway, letting the water boil while he rummaged in the chests for some steak. Cutting the meat into small cubes, he threw it into the pot alongside some salt and half a clove of chopped garlic. While the pot simmered, Techno sat cross-legged on the ground next to it and got to peeling and chopping some of the potatoes he’d farmed, throwing the peel in a nearby bucket. It didn’t take long for Tommy to come barreling down the narrow stairs, an ecstatic look on his face as he sniffed the air.

“It’ll be ready in a bit.” Techno grunted at him, ignoring his excited yell.

“Do me a favour and get Wilbur.”

The teen raised an eyebrow at him.

“Bet you already tried.”

The piglin glared at him, and Tommy raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay okay, I’m going!”

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The festival date was set. Planning was under way. All the information had been leaked to the rebels - and yet Tubbo couldn’t help but feel he was missing something important. The feeling was so urgent, he’d checked off lists a million times and gone over everything with Quackity a million-and-one, and it still hadn’t gone away. That, combined with the memory gaps, bleeding horns, and the alcoholic president, weighed on him more heavily than he’d admit. Sleep was a rare luxury, not a necessity. Fundy took every opportunity he had to glare menacingly at him, and even the recently-released Niki kept her distance. It hurt, to be so isolated from these people he’d fought beside for months, but there was no time for moping. There was barely even time for breathing.

“Tubbo! Get me a coffee!”

“Yes, Mr. Schlatt!”

As he sped down the hall, clipboard and a stack of papers in hand, Quackity called him from outside. He set the papers down on the hallway table and stuck his head out the door.

“What?!”

Big Q motioned towards the square, where a large hole sat in the centre of the seating.

“A creeper blew up the square, can you fix it?”

“Yeah, just-” “TUBBO! COFFEE!”

The teen bit his lip and gestured awkwardly over his shoulder.

“I gotta go-”

Without waiting for a response, he dashed back to the small break area where the coffee maker was kept. He set it going before rushing to collect the stack of forms left on the table. While the coffee brewed, he read through as many as he could. This was the usual routine - multitasking, never taking more than a second’s break, trying to stay on Schlatt’s good side - and he’d gotten used to it. As Tubbo grabbed a stack of cobble from his chest, a message buzzed through his communicator. Cobble in one hand, communicator in the other, he typed a reply in snatches, mostly looking forward as he hurried towards the creeper hole.

TommyInnit whispered to you: Tubso

You whispered to TommyInnit: What?

TommyInnit whispered to you: I need you

He sighed angrily.

You whispered to TommyInnit: tf do you want???? m busy!!!!!

TommyInnit whispered to you: is schlatt being a dick again? We need more info on the festical

You whispered to TommyInnit: well im actually doing stuf unlike some ppl!!!!! TommyInnit whispered to you: ???? u good?

You whispered to TommyInnit: lok i dont have the time!! get yor own fuckin informton!

Another message pinged through but Tubbo ignored it, shoving the little black box back in his pocket and continuing with his tasks. The next thing he knew, it was the middle of the night, moonlight streaming through the window of his room. A slight jolt of nausea accompanied the sudden change in his surroundings, but the teen shrugged it off. It was routine, after all. It was a struggle to pull his pyjama top over his head, as his horns grew bigger every day. Surely they’ll stop growing at some point. The sharp points protruded about a centimetre past his chin, and were a lot thicker than before. Succumbing to his exhaustion, Tubbo let out an ear-shattering yawn and fell into bed, digging his nails into the itchy skin around the base of the horns. A jolt of pain made him yelp, and something warm trickled down his hand.

Blood.

Note to self: Invest in bandages for these things!

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silver-wield · 4 years

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The Promise Analysis (Cloti)

Sorry about that, Nonny, I relate the promise between Tifa and Cloud to some of the stuff that happens during their resolution and went full tin hatter on it.

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recapping for anyone who's forgotten the basics – cause I assume by this point you're ok with spoilers and me pointing that out is kinda dumb lol

So, chapter 4 and it's mission time with the trio – I love these dorks, especially Wedge, he is my child and if he's dead Imma riot. Jessie is off being sneaky and it's up to Cloud and co to play tag with the security team.

As Charlie Biggs (if you got the ref kudos) explains the plan, Cloud looks up at the night sky — which is a whole lot different to the one we fade up to and I personally wonder what it was about that sky that made him recall the promise to Tifa. Was it just the fact he'd been talking to her and it was his first time he'd paid attention to it? Before that he was under the plate and before that he was in the reactor, so I guess it's safe to assume this is his first chance to relate the two things.

Ok, after the fade in, we're treated to a pretty damn romantic set up. The water tower, the night sky and lil Cloud waiting for Tifa.

In the OG it mentions he waited for so long he started getting really cold, but he stuck it out because he wanted to see her and hoped she'd show. That's an OG lifestream detail not in the first OG promise scene, but let's assume for now it's gonna get a callback in the Remake. That means bby Cloud has been sitting there waiting for Tifa for a while now.

Ok, call her a thirteen year old bitch if you feel good about yourselves here, but she's thirteen and her dad is super overprotective. He stopped Cloud from playing with Tifa after she had an accident at 8 that wasn't Cloud's fault and in fact if he hadn't been there she'd have died on the mountain because nobody would've known where she was. Ok? Ok.

So, he's been waiting, and it's clear he's nervous – he looks so fucking cute I just can't stand it! Nervous fidgeting, balled fist, head down, mouth pulled into a pretty grim line. He thinks she's not coming, but still he's waiting for her.

Sorry, just to further hit home the above points. That is the face of a boy who is desperately hoping the girl he likes is gonna show, but has half given up hope. There's sadness in his eyes and a tensing along his jaw line. This boy is disappointed and my heart breaks for him.

Going back to that focus in on Cloud's eyes before the flashback and we can see here the massive difference mako makes to the colour. Cloud's eyes are a deep blue, while his mako infused eyes are blue/green. I get why he goes on about them a lot because he's probably not used to seeing them like that yet; maybe he never will be. Tifa's comment was about the look in his eyes – which I touched on in a comment I made while replaying. Tifa isn't focused on the colour, she's dismayed he has such a hard look in his eyes and when you compare the look in this boy's eyes, it's clear to see what she's getting at. This Cloud is the real Cloud and he is soft as fuck and trying to look tough.

GODDAMNIT!! There's way too many good moments to grab for this analysis! Look at this precious boy! All but folding under the weight of disappointment! But, what's this in the bg? Our heroine, here at last!

If anyone anyone tries to say Cloud didn't have a great stonking crush on Tifa as a kid then please tell me what this means if it isn't he's gutted he's waited and waited and she didn't show.

We don't know why she's late – maybe Remake will clear that up for us – but I'm guessing she couldn't sneak out or maybe, judging by the amount she's dressed up, she was doing the typical girly thing and couldn't decide what to wear, asking herself if this is a date and second guessing why Cloud called her to the water tower – which is known as a romantic meeting place. Whatever the reason, she's thirteen, sheltered – thanks to her dad – and naturally shy. Maybe she worried herself into a state about whether she should go and had to find her courage to meet Cloud. She likes him just as much as he likes her remember. It's canon, don't argue.

Now, her face is this bit is out of focus, but that's nothing to my weirdly myopic eagle eyes – it's a very specific gift. Tifa's smiling. That we can tell even before she's fully in shot. There's a bunching of the cheek muscles that tells us that. She's pleased he's still there. Obviously, she can't read his body language, but she'd probably be a bit upset to realise she upset him. Because she's not actually a bitch like some people like to claim. Sorry, but she's thirteen. How threatened are yall that you gotta call a thirteen year old girl a bitch and try to erase how important she is in Cloud's childhood just to further your own ends? Seriously, get help.

Sorry for the janky, but this is a transition between focus so it's not gonna be great anyway. Here we can see Cloud's expression when Tifa says heya. Eyes open, wide with surprise. She showed. That's what his face is saying. He's trying hard not to show his emotions too much – I mean he is still Cloud and too cool for all that nonsense – but he's relieved. Maybe his heart even skips a beat, but I'm speculating. Her greeting is casual, reserved. Tifa. She’s being cute even though he’s not looking because she wants him to think she’s cute.

Tifa, ever respectful and respectable sits the right amount of difference away that both encourages Cloud she's interested in being near him, but doesn't over encourage him and make him think of her in a negative way. She's likely cultivated this on purpose – she's the mayor's daughter so she's always got to be proper – because she's got a lot of male friends and having any of them get the wrong idea would be bad. You'll notice in her other flashbacks where the boys feature that she's not sitting too close to any of them and they're running around her, not touching or anything. They're satellites that revolve around her because she is untouchable to them. Because she's the mayor's daughter and has to be a good girl all the time. This is further evidence that goes towards Tifa's overall personality. She's very careful and respectful to people. She doesn't go out of her way to offend anyone unless she has no choice. Though she's a skilled fighter, she's very slow to anger and tries to look on the bright side as much as she can, despite the tragedy in her life. (I'm gushing, I know, but she's such a great multifaceted character and way more than the tropes people shove on her to make her into nothing).

Where was I?

Right. So, in direct contrast to their later conversation during the chapter 14 resolution, here we see Cloud with his back to Tifa and her with her head tilting, inviting him to confide in her. Yes, there really are that many awesome parallels purposely inserted in this game and that's why you need to take more than one look.

From her face we can conclude she's optimistic. She's smiling and doesn't look like someone who's expecting a bomb to drop any second – Cloud if you only turned around you wouldn't have gone through this shit. Sure, you'd have likely died when Sephiroth came to town, but hey, you'd have gone out with your childhood sweetheart lol

What she's probably expecting is for Cloud – who has purposely invited her to the watertower hot dating spot – to ask her out. And since she's there and dressed up, we could conclude she'd accept him.

Cloud is trying to find the cool words he wants to say that'll motivate Tifa to miss him, maybe even push her into saying, “No, don't go,” because even though he's fourteen, Cloud is no good at talking to women. This is just one of his character traits. It's why we wanna strangle him over the Triangle. Bby Cloud is hardly better than adult Cloud, but at least bby Cloud knows he likes Tifa.

Bomb dropped. Kaboom. Poor bby Tifa. Look how disappointed and upset she is. She wasn't expecting this one bit! She looked so hopeful in the seconds before Cloud's hesitant declaration, only it wasn't the kind she hoped for. I wouldn't go so far as to say she's crushed, but she's upset, that's for sure. Her brows have come together and she's turned away from Cloud because she doesn't want him to see how she looks in this moment. She's trying to put a brave face on it, but bby Tifa isn't as good as her grown up self. You can see the mouth trying to form a smile, but the eyes have a different expression in them.This is again seen in chapter 14 when Tifa tries to put a brave face on for Cloud before breaking down.

Shots fired! Tifa goes for dismissive and succeeds! Never mess with a girl with a crush lol

Cloud was trying to get a reaction out of her, but she got one out of him instead. Brave face wins. Well, what did you expect? She's the mayor's daughter and raised on being proper.

He stutters that he's not like the other boys – so cute – and shows off his lofty dreams. He's trying so hard to impress her. He only has these dreams because of the incident when they were smaller where her father said if Cloud can't take care of Tifa then he has no right being around her. This is what drove Cloud to distance himself from Tifa and her friends. Talk about shoving an inferiority complex and identity disorder on a kid. I get it, the mayor was worried about his daughter, but Cloud didn't deserve the bear the brunt of his anger and blame. Still, the fact that nine year old Cloud took that, held onto it for five years and still decided to pursue Tifa by becoming a SOLDIER has huge meaning for them. He was nine. Ok, for argument's sake let's say he didn't have a crush on her, but they were friends and he was told he wasn't good enough to hang with her. So, thanks to propaganda he gets it in his head that SOLDIERS are the best and if he's one of them he'll be good enough for her father to let him see Tifa again. We're not told at any point – nor shown it – that Tifa is only interested in Cloud if he's this elite who can impress her. Remember, she already likes him. Look at what she's wearing compared to him ffs. This girl – again – dressed for a date with Mr Oblivious. Yes, I'm rolling my eyes. Yes, I want to smack him upside the head. Yes, I know he's 14, I meant adult Cloud.

Back to it. The look on his face here is one of “she thinks I'm like the others? I'll prove I'm not. I'm better than that. I can be next to her if I prove myself.” At this point, he's definitely gone from wanting to be around her in a friendship capacity to borderline romantic. I mean, he did call her out to the watertower. Did I mention that? A few times? Because it's significant. He's frustrated she compared him to her friends – no she didn't friendzone him, she likes him. He thinks she friendzoned him. Kids are frustrating and the adult versions aren't much better.

Shots fired part two! Points to Cloud this time! Smug lil fucker, I see that smirk!

Okay, so Cloud says he's gonna be like Sephiroth and at this point in time Sephiroth isn't batshit crazy, he's someone to be admired. Tifa to be fair, doesn't sound impressed, but she's humouring Cloud. Then, she says, “Isn't it hard to become a SOLDIER?” And Cloud replies with “Yes, so I won't be back for a long time.”

Okay, now. This is definitely to get a reaction. The smirk on his face is saying that he's partly getting her back for her earlier shot and partly trying to goad a reaction from her because he thinks he didn't get one before – this is why eye contact matters.

Tifa, for her part, doesn't look happy. He's got a reaction out of her, but it'd be really super helpful if he was facing her to see it. Because he isn't, she can get away with a breezy reply that makes him think she doesn't care.

I'm sorry, can I just say serves you right and leave it at that? Seriously, Cloud, don't mess with girls when you can barely form coherent sentences most of the time. What did he expect? She'd throw herself on him, clinging, crying and begging him not to go? Probably. Once again, our angsty hero is on the backfoot in their conversation. This is why eye contact matters. He's looking a bit gutted at her reaction. He likely hoped for more and got far less than he wanted. It's no wonder he goes to Midgar and doesn't approach her when he comes back as a grunt. He's carrying this presumed disappointment around with him that stops him from seeing her. (I can't really go more into CC events since I haven't played it and I've only seen a few bits and pieces, but what I got from it was Cloud is an idiot.)

Tifa asking if he'll be in the papers is both a brush off towards his baiting and also she's trying to encourage him. This is his dream. He called her out of the house late at night to tell her – just her – that this is what he's gonna do. Of course she won't stop him. She's not that kind of girl. She's supportive and kind. She doesn't understand that Cloud's doing it for her – I honestly don't think it enters her mind at any point until he reveals it OG during the lifestream sequence. She's pretty much as oblivious as he is and assumes they're just really close friends and her attraction is all one sided; same as he does about her.

Ah ha! Tifa thinks, realising that Cloud's lukewarm effort to be in the papers won't be enough to satisfy her. If Cloud's going to become a SOLDIER, then he'll be a hero – like Sephiroth. What do heroes do? Save people. He said he won't be home for a long time, but there's even less guarantee he'd come back at all, and she wants to see him again, even if it's just once. She can't leave Nibelheim. As the mayor's daughter she's got responsibilities to the people there – even though the town is dying out and nobody new is settling. Eventually, she'll be the only person her age left and maybe never hear from any of her friends again. But, she can't leave. She can't abandon the people. She'll be left, alone and lonely, until everyone’s gone. Her life wasted. But, she could see Cloud again and that makes her optimistic. Maybe she wouldn't mind the time so much if she thought she'd get to see him again. See that at least he's pursuing his dreams and he's happy with the direction his life took. Maybe she'd get one grand romantic gesture in her life if SOLDIER Cloud could save her.

Confused boi is confused. From Cloud's pov, he doesn't understand this odd request. He hasn't thought about Tifa saying everyone leaving means she's alone. He's only seen this from his pov, so he can't see why Tifa would need saving or how he would even know she needs him. He doesn't realise it's her way of trying to get some guarantee they'll meet again.

I mean, we can see he's trying to understand her. He's actually turned to look at her this time and his expression is searching, like he's looking for clues why she said this. He also invites her to explain by making a verbal cue.

And now that Cloud has her full attention – you know, the thing he was trying to get all along – he doesn't know what to do with it. He's flustered and awkward, and she's cajoling and turning on the charm, which she likely has in spades because mayor's daughter. I know I say that like it's a personality trait, but in part it is. She's had to learn decorum and everything that goes with it. She needs manners and good behaviour. She has to be just enough of an extrovert that she can attend functions – because even though I know I said the town is dying, they still have a reactor and that means they still get visits from important people. She can't show her dad or town up. In the Resolution analysis I made I said she hasn't been allowed to show emotion for five years since she arrived in Midgar, but it's very likely she's never been allowed to show much emotion. She's gotta be the doll. So, since she can't show she's sad, she goes for positive, and Cloud's frowning because he's not sure how he'll keep this promise she wants so bad and if she isn't interested in him then why is she asking for one anyway? Remember, they just did a do-si-do with each other's feelings acting like they don't like each other.

But then, oh look! Oh look! In the face of Tifa's unrelenting cheer and optimism, Cloud starts to smile. Eyes soften and the slightest lift at the corner of his mouth. He's starting to like the idea of being her hero. And it's just once and maybe from that one time save things would move forward for them. He's definitely not opposed to the idea – especially since he's the one who brings it up with Tifa later and she's pretty embarrassed at the reminder. The confusion from before could be because he thought she wasn't serious, but looking her dead in the eye – this is why eye contact matters – he sees she's serious. She wants him to be her hero. She wants to see him again and even offers a get out clause by saying “just once.” He doesn't have to do it forever or whenever she wants, just once. So, she can have hope she'll see him again some day.

And now we're back with the big idiot, who squeezes his eyes shut as he remembers Tifa in the bar earlier saying she feels trapped. Guilt likely pinches. Maybe he wonders if this was a hint she wanted his help – I'm wavering on this because she does say later she didn't expect this kind of thing when she asked for his promise – but if we go by choice of words alone it's leading. Then again, bby Tifa uses the word trapped, so it could just be a word that she feels comfortable using to describe her feelings. How we speak is made up of specific words we go to that feel right when we say them. It's just one of those things and why not everyone speaks the same even when they're from the same region or you have friend groups where you speak one way and other groups where you speak another.

From the dev pov I'm assuming it's meant to be a callback to the promise, but I wouldn't put it on Tifa doing it purposely to encourage Cloud to help her. If that makes sense.

And we close off with Cloud clenching his fist and resolving to help Tifa. To keep his promise.

At no point do we have confirmation from Tifa that the reason she asked Cloud to make a promise was to get a favour off him.

Conclusion

This is actually a very tragic scene from Tifa's pov. I've seen some people say this is because she's a young girl acting like a fairy princess, but I can't marry that idea with the gritty themes FF7 portrayed, and Remake does still hit those notes. Tifa is a young girl who had her romantic hopes dashed and she's looking for some kind of consolation from the boy she likes. He's leaving her. They're all leaving her. She'll be alone. She just wants hope that she'll see him again.

Is it manipulative? Yeah, ok, if that's how you see it. She's thirteen. Did I mention that? I'll say it again. She's thirteen, and one of the last people her age in town. Soon, she's gonna be the only one her age. She's lonely and doesn't want to lose everyone in her life. If you say that's manipulative by asking her crush make a promise so she can have hope she'd see him again, then go off I guess.

And let's touch on hope. Tifa is someone who has a lot of enduring hope – this is why I initially linked the ask to the resolution scene because the theme of hope runs through both. Tifa gets knocked down a lot. She's almost died several times, lost people close to her when they left town, lost Cloud when he left and still found a way to go on. She was never a damsel or trying to be one. She's wearing a cute dress because Cloud asked her out. She thought it was a date. Or she wanted it to be. And since when does wearing a dress make someone a weakling? Or does it only apply to Tifa because convenience?

After Cloud leaves, Tifa begins training every day. She learns from a master and develops her skills until she's at the peak. I mean, you've seen her fight. She kicks all the ass.

She wasn't sitting around like a damsel waiting for an opportunity for Cloud to come and save her. She got on with her life. She was happy at times, sad others. It was normal. She missed Cloud, I know that much from CC. She dressed up – again – hoping he'd be part of the group inspecting the reactor. She was disappointed when he wasn't there.

The promise between them wasn't about furthering a childhood romance or making Tifa someone Cloud couldn't get over. Neither of them was aware the other had feelings. It was awkward mutual oblivious crushing that clearly carried on for another two years until Cloud showed up with Zack, but didn't appear before Tifa because he’s that kind of idiot.

And what happened during the trip? Well, a lot of stuff, but the thing I know about is Sephiroth went batshit cray cray and slaughtered everyone in the town and then burnt it to the ground. He nearly killed Tifa. Cloud was there and that's what we see in his headache flashes about “I let you down again”.

He carries a lot of guilt about not being Tifa's hero, which is why he tries so hard to protect her. He made a promise to her that part of him believes he hasn't kept, but if it wasn't for him, she'd be dead. Again. He did save her. And he keeps on saving her. Not because of the debt of a promise but because he wants to be her hero. The real Cloud that's hidden deep within him, the one that made the original promise, the one that almost died saving her and got stuffed in a mako chamber for years until Zack rescued him, that Cloud wants to be Tifa's hero.

That's why after he recalls this moment – and it's one of the ones where he doesn't have a headache at all (just thought I'd mention that because certain people go on about how a specific scene is all Cloud not headachey Cloud whatever) – that he becomes focused on helping Tifa. He opens up both to her and others – check the camaraderie with the trio after the mission and him offering to walk Wedge home.

This recollection of a promise is the first step for the real Cloud to finding his way back. That's why it anchors his development and that's why his and Tifa's relationship will never be less than something deep and meaningful.

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crawsley · 3 years

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Post breakup t4t lesbians richards/Carter reconciliation....your brain and meat are SO HUGE

this is the funniest possible way you could have phrased this, thank you 😭

here's a little of the concept, under a cut bc it got long ... copied and pasted from my extremely lengthy gdoc chatfic doc!

which mostly revolves around carts and richie breaking up when mike was going through the end of her nhl career, the mess at the border, etc. and then years later, after jeff retires, she shows up at mike's place in kenora kind of expecting to be welcomed back with open arms? or at least to mend fences.

maybe in the back of her mind expects mike to be the same as she remembers her when actually, she’s grown and matured way beyond the party girl she was before? in a way that carts hasn’t, in the same way

but mike just goes. uh. what the fuck are you doing here, jeff, and jeff's like. wait what

truth be told, the major reason jeff dipped was bc while she was getting more responsibility with the kings, becoming more comfortable w the way her career was going, mike‘s life was spiralling

and it was hard to watch, and also not rly something that jeff wanted to deal w at the time! she was selfish, immature, yes a bit fairweather. and also. some mean little part of her was glad that it wasn’t HER going off the rails for once

i think in this universe she hasn’t fully processed those things yet! so when mike sends her packing, and she goes back to [wherever she spends the off-season.... toronto? LA?] w her tail between her legs she actually DOES do some soul searching (after fucking around for a little bit. long enough to confirm this isn’t what she wants anymore). and then she goes to therapy lmfao

on the kings together, it was like that thing in hs where you get a new, cooler friend group, and turn around and start being mean/looking down on your old friends? the ppl on the team started to get down on mike, and it was easier to laugh along than put herself out there and say “stop being assholes to her”

and she had rationales at the time, it’s hard being on a new team, mike’s been here longer, it’s all in good fun etc when rly. it was just bad behaviour, and an excuse to b petty and mean to someone who YES has been in her life for over a decade now

like no fucking wonder mike started self medicating w various substances, started spending more time in bars. the ppl around her weren’t supporting her! and ESPECIALLY she was getting no support at all from carts!

the real problem was that she hadn’t wanted to do serious, settling down type things, hadn’t wanted to deal w things that she considered a hassle, didn’t realize how deep mike's issues ran. when mike would come to her to talk she’d brush her off, thought mike was over exaggerating, being dramatic

there’s one particular fic that’s tagged “you won’t like [character] much at first” and i feel like that’s how this would play out. and then carter does a hell of a lot of work on herself, works on becoming someone she’d like to be around, reaches out to mike again

and this time when she goes to visit mike’s prepared. and they talk, and actually the hardest part of that is finding out mike’s forgiven her for all of her nonsense?

like. jeff’s so off kilter bc she comes there expecting to grovel, basically, and mike’s like. i forgave you years ago dude. it was hard, but it was better for me, for my life, to let go of that anger & pain. to let go of you

which once again SHAKES jeff bc mike takes up so much space in her head that it’s jarring realizing that she doesn’t take up that much in mike’s?

there's a whole bunch more but i haven't even put pen to paper on this yet so it's nowhere CLOSE to being done, and will probably have an audience of aprox 4, but. i'm still Very Interested in the concept lmfao

#carts/richie #breakup makeup lesbians fic #don't know about this whole plot nonsense especially bc i havent even figured out when they start having sex again.........#everything else i write is structured around the sex :')))#fic talk tag

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ao731 · 3 years

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Ever since I was little, I’ve had trouble sleeping. At best I get 4 hours of sleep. And when I do get some REM sleep... my dreams are weird. I’m a believer that your dreams can tell you about yourself. But somethings...I think I’d rather not know.

I work in a hospital now. And as you would expect, its been stressful over the past year. Its caused me to have really intense stress dreams. With how absurd everything has been, sometimes when i wake up... i cant unravel what was real... what was a dream. Sometimes, I call out sick. Too disturbed.... just needeing a mental health day. So i figure i'll write it out here. Worst case, I get it off my chest. Best case, maybe someone can tell me what they think.

So last nights dream started in an apartment. Shaped like one i lived in as a kid. But with all the furniture and colors I’d enjoy as an adult. A pretty yellow kitchen table. A multi-colored rug. Big sailors chests and bigger sofa’s and beds. Cozy and lived in and warm. But I could feel it wasn't my apartment.I’d never been there. It felt so inviting and familiar but new and exciting. A place I wanted to be but hadn't had the chance before.

I was invisible... sometimes this happens in my dreams. I'm watching from an audience perspective, but then it will switch to me being one of the "characters" of the dream. If I dont get to far into the dream. If its closer to one of those 4 hours of sleep days, then sometimes I can control it.

So I’m invisible and I’m a man. I'm a bisexual cis-female irl but in my dreams I'm male sometimes. IDK why, I don't really stress my gender identity or sexuality much. Maybe I’m wrong about my labels but its w.e.. I dont try to change those things in my dreams. Sometimes I’m a woman, sometimes a man. Whats important is that usually in my dreams I’m fixing something. My waking life is always fixing something and it bleeds into the dreamscape. I realize that this is so unlike my usual dreams. There is no anxiety. No task. I’m just looking around this nice space and I’m at peace.

So I’m male this time and invisible. And I’m not the only one here. I realize there a man in the kitchen. I know him and I’m so happy to see him. I start watching my "boyfriend." But I don't have a boyfriend IRL. When I wake up later I will realize he looks like Kieran Culkin from Scott Pilgrim. I’ll find it strange bc I’ve never had a crush on him. Barely ever seen him. The last time I saw Scott Pilgrim, I was crashing at my sisters house. Nursing a New Year Hangover. We had drank wine and I hadnt had to fix a thing. Rare peace. When I’m awake I will think maybe that peaceful hungover feeling had something to do with it. That space of clinging onto a night of tingling skin and loose limbs and quietly watching a movie is why I’ve used this man’s face.

So anyway, I’m invisi-stalking my boyfriend. Lets call him Not-Kieran. He's looking hella stressed. He knows I want to come over later to see him. Hes frantically cleaning. But in a way I’m comfortable with bc I come from a "We cant let anybody know we SIT" family yet we NEVER invite ppl over. Anyway, I’m watching him clean and I’m just so happy just looking at him. I’m amused at first that he thinks i deserve all the trouble of cleaning but then i start getting concerned for him.

He's mumbling to himself. Smacking his palms against his head every so often. Apparently his coworkers and family are stressing him. Not-Kieran is not Out to them. This comes as a shock to me. It feels wrong hearing his secrets. But i stay invisible. i don’t choose this. i don’t have control over it. He wants our relationship to be more serious but cant tell anyone about me. he seems so upset and i want to comfort him. i don’t want to be invisible anymore but i cant become a character. Something is stopping me. Something does not want me to interfere. I can feel it in my chest. Something bad is going to happen. i stroke his face and tell him its ok. i love him and i don't need him to change things for me. i don’t want him to feel pressured. i want to tell him, that i just want him to be happy. but I’m nothing but a ghost to him.

Then Not-Kieran starts talking to someone at the door. I cant see them. But I know they are aggressive. I’m nervous and upset as they start to yell at Not-Kieran. From what i can make out they are saying he's becoming agoraphobic. How didn’t I realize this. Everything seems fine when we are together. But I have trouble remembering what together is really like. I just know for some reason this feels wrong. This feels surprising. The Man at the door knows something is wrong with my boyfriend. They know something before I do. How does he know when I dont. They know something is wrong with my boyfriend. But they don’t know what. They are tired of waiting to find out.

They come inside and I still cant see their face. No. They dont have a face. Just a space where a face should be. A place I instinctively know I should not look at. They come inside and they are still yelling. Still aggressing by boyfriend. He’s accusing him of being sick. Or is my Boyfriend admitting he’s sick. I cant make sense of the argument. I get the impression that something is changing about Not-Kieran. He’s not physically different just something is dark in his eyes. Something is tilted in the way he holds himself. Something is sharp in the way he gestures with his hands. He’s not the gentle often worried person I know him to be.

Then shit gets real.

Not-Kieran picks up a knife and stabs the Man Without a Face. He keeps going. There is blood everywhere. But there was blood there before. Why didnt I notice there was blood everywhere before. He wont stop stabbing him...then he stops using the knife....He starts using his hands....his teeth. There’s blood everywhere. My boyfriend is covered in this man’s blood and organs. He’s ripping into this man who knew something was wrong before I did. Then he stops. He stops and says “Oh not again”

He pulls up the sunny yellow kitchen table cloth and theirs a body underneath. Warm. No. Not a body...body parts. He removes the cushions on the sofa and reveals more body parts. He doesnt open the chests. The freezer against the far wall. I know. I know whats in them.

What happened to my boyfriend. I’m not repulsed by him. I’m not disgusted. There is blood everywhere but I keep trying to look in his eyes as he flutters around the room. Hands smack against the sides of his head. “Oh, not again...oh not again.” such a soft sweet voice. And why does it still feel like something bad is going to happen. That feeling in my chest. It wont go away. How could anything be worse then this? My boyfriend is a murderer. No, no. Something is wrong with him. Something changed him. I dont want to believe he could do this but his hands are covered in blood. I cant rub away the splatter across his cheek. The darkness has left his eyes but I know it could return.

How can this be a surprise when somehow I know these old bones. Like flashes. Little movie clips, Sepia toned reels of eat part in the pile. Each person they once were. I know what he’s done. Know he’s been doing this for a long time. Somehow I know he eats them. Days after the kill, like a feral animal in the woods finding a carcass. Know the things he denies. He likes holding a piece thats cold against his tongue. He likes putting the pieces, the parts that used to be a person, into neat little piles and licking at warm blood.

Until he remembers he’s a man. Until he remembers that something has happened to him. That he is diseased and he cant go out. Can’t go out and shouldnt invite anyone in. Ever. Until he remembers and he cries. The kind of cries that wrack his body. He pulls at his hair. Smears more blood across his cheek and he cries. Cries like a child. Wet and weak. Like his body is hollow and he cant stop. He cant stop crying he cant stop smearing blood. The blood is everywhere and it always has been.

His hair has grown out. It’s suddenly days later. I’ve never been invisible this long. Never been a ghost this long. Never had to witness someone else’s sins this long. Never been powerless to stop his hand from shaking. He’s sitting in a pile of body parts. Trembling, he chews on them. And lays them out into piles. Then changes the order of the pile again and again. Chewing, arranging, crying. I still want to tell him...It’s ok, I just want you to be happy. Maybe my body feels the horror, feels repulsed by him. Maybe my body is sick but I’m a ghost and I still love him.

He beings to speak again. Just the same small and sweet tone he uses with me. But he cant see me. Can’t feel me touch his face. He’s talking to someone else here. I turn and sitting on a chair is a corpse. Its dry and burnt black. Skin like a dehydrated mushroom. Yet wet in places like something pulled from a swamp. It’s hair is twisted and matted hanging limply around a shriveled face. Nude and yet it’s body is so barely recognizable. Was it a woman. A man. Maybe I’m not supposed to know. It has no hands or feet. Just gestures with its stumps as it answers him. It speaks to him so lovingly. I know this man...this creature...though I’ve never seen them before. They werent in the perverse reel of carnage and cannibalism. I know him anyway and I know they love him. Do they love him just as much as I do?

They’ve been here the whole time. Saw him with the Man With No Face. Saw him with countless others. He’s been here the whole time. But I didnt see him. I didnt see the blood. I didnt see this man that loves my lover. But I get the impression that he’s seen me. That he sees me still. His eyes have no pupil no color. Just a midnight dark orb in a shrunken skull. But those eyes turn in my direction as he speaks to Not-Kieran. Speaks in a soft lovely voice. Soothes him til he stops crying and beings to clean up the piles that were ppl. Speaks calmly and warm as my boyfriend rubs blood off his cheek.

The Shriveled man in the chair knows I still love him. He knows I know his secrets now. Knows I will be by this afternoon just for the chance to touch his face.

#dreams #nightmare #horror #stories #original work #based on a dream i had #turned into something else #feel free to leave criticism #feel free to ask questions about the original dream #fiction #cannibalism #blood #kieran culkin #gender identity #gothic romance #stress dreams #potentially triggering #trigger warning #gore

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housemartius · 5 years

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i’ve had an hc that dakota is native american for a long time now, and after reading this awesome post i was inspired and like “what if he and piper were cousins??” so let me share some things i’ve imagined about them so far (warning: this is one long ass post):

- they were both born and raised in tahlequah, oklahoma (not in a reservation tho bc there’s no cherokee reservation in oklahoma, rick’s an idiot who doesn’t research anything)

- dakota is two years older than piper and that made him a bit overprotective of her while growing up. even when they were kids, piper got a lot of attention from mostly other boys (which would later make her feel super self conscious of her own looks) and dakota would pick up on her discomfort and shoo away all of them in an instant

- like seriously, he’s a pretty observant kid and piper would always flinch when a boy got too close for comfort. so dakota was always more than ready to help her out

- imagine how overjoyed grandpa tom was when he found out he was going to be a grandpa, twice, in such a short span of time. dakota had barely just turned 1 year old when tristan announces the woman he’s dating is pregnant tom cried so much, bless him

- now grandpa is no fool though. he knew something was up with the ppl his children were dating, he knew they weren’t ordinary folks. and he suspected his future grandchildren wouldn’t be exactly ordinary either. and how right he was

- just a few months after he was born in september 1992, baby dakota was taken on a little trip with his mom and grandfather around tulsa and they came across a huge vineyard

- it’s january and it’s hecking cold (like 50ºF/10ºC) and the vines, as you’d expect, are basically dead. that’s when something remarkable happens: the plants start to reach out towards dakota and the closer he is to them, the livelier they get

- grandpa is shocked to say the least but he plays it cool. he just turns towards his daughter and calmly asks “care to explain please” to which she then proceeds to spill the beans about how she met the roman god of wine whose son is currently being held by grandpa tom

- tom is really surprised that his daughter dated an actual immortal deity from ancient times, or that they even exist at all (he thought greek myths, and therefore roman by extension, were a bunch of bull). yet at the same time he’d been suspecting the dude wasn’t completely human for a while now...

- in the end he happily accepts both his daughter’s love for bacchus (if that’s even who he really is) and the son they had, and never loves dakota any less even now that he knows he’s a demigod

- except they don’t tell tristan bc 1. bacchus told dakota’s mom to keep it a secret (whoops), 2. tristan’s a skeptic who doesn’t believe in any kind of myths so what’s the point and 3. tristan’s sweetheart is pretty high guard about her own identity and grandpa’s noticed this and he thinks she’s hiding the truth from his son for a good reason (again, he is such a skeptical man, he’d probably think they were all insane)

- april 1994. piper is born and an almost 2 y/o dakota is finally introduced to the cousin he’d been hearing so much about

- both love their grandfather and listening to stories about their culture. and grandpa loves that his grand-kids are so keen on learning

- they live a pretty happy childhood overall. apart from dakota’s innate abilities to making vines grow whenever he walks by (though he remains oblivious to this bc his mom goes to great efforts to ensure he doesn’t find out so soon, he’s still a little kid after all), none of his other powers manifest all that much when he’s a toddler. and neither do piper’s

- ofc, being demigods they’re constantly exposed to the danger of being discovered by monsters but they luck out and continue living in ignorant bliss of their godly parentage

- they love being outside. playing, napping, talking, whatever it is, they don’t like being indoors. they’re always running around everywhere, climbing trees, rolling around in the grass, etc it’s a very rare occurrence when they manage to return home with clean clothes

- they just have a looot of energy and they like using it. getting them to calm down is a challenge in itself, they’re always goofing around. whether they’re having a nice family dinner (food fights tend to occur more often than not), or watching cartoons before bedtime (reenacting cool fight scenes is a must!)

- but then one day, just a few weeks after his 8th birthday, dakota shows up at tristan’s house with his mom and she says she needs to talk with his uncle and grandfather

- the kids are told to go play for a little while in the backyard to let the grown ups have some privacy

- dakota is uncharacteristically quiet. piper notices it right away, how her cousin’s shoulders are slacked and his eyebrows furrowed in distress. she asks what’s wrong, what happened to make him so sad

- “i have to move away” he says. piper is shocked, starts asking why. why, where to, and can’t the whole family go with him?

- “no. just me. somewhere far away”. “but why?!”. “because it’ll be bad if i don’t”

- the rest of the day goes by in a blur. piper can’t understand what’s happening. why does dakota have to go all alone? why can’t her aunt go too? why don’t her dad or her grandfather try to stop them?

(- later, when piper demands her dad for explanations, tristan only says what his sister told him: that dakota needs to go somewhere that’ll be better for him, that piper’s aunt can’t take care of him by herself. grandpa tom tells her the same thing whenever piper turns to him but he knows. his daughter told him the truth)

- saying goodbye is the only moment that seems to last an eternity though. piper is full on crying and sobbing, holding on to dakota with all her strength and begging her cousin to stay, stay and everything will be okay bc he’ll be with her and all the people who love him

- dakota cries too, though not as hard. he’s barely keeping it together but he’s the older cousin and he needs to be strong for piper

- inside though he’s terrified of what’s happening to him. to him and to his mom and now his dear little cousin and his uncle and grandpa. he wants to stay but bacchus was clear during his sudden unexpected visit: he needs to go to the wolf house right away

- his mom takes him there. this goodbye is even more terrible than the previous one. in the midst of all the crying he promises that he’ll be okay, that he loves her and will visit as soon as he can

- dakota hadn’t had the fortune (or permission) of visiting his mom and granddad back in tahlequah often. and the few times he had managed, piper had been away with her dad on his trips looking for a job as an actor in los angeles

- one day, now 13 y/o, he was at his mom’s place with his grandfather too, just sitting and talking and enjoying each other’s company when they decided it was time to tell him the horrible news: his grandpa had been diagnosed with lung cancer

- tom reassured him all throughout his grandson’s hysterics that he felt fine and that he was at peace with the situation

- and then dakota asked the dreaded question

- “... how long?”

- “... soon”

- when dakota made it back to camp he started asking around for possible cures, talking with praetors and centurions and just about anyone who might help him

- though in the end he didn’t find any medicine that could possibly save his grandfather

- and it’s not like the romans really cared for helping outsiders either

- the day he got the news grandpa tom had passed away, just a little over 2 months later, he refused to leave his bunk bed for the remainder of it and it took his two centurions to force him out of it the next morning

(- dakota swears that, out of all the days he’d felt the most lonely and in need of the warm comfort of his family, that had been the most painful one he’d endured in his whole life)

(- he also wondered if piper had known about their grandfather’s condition, and for one moment he actually hoped she didn’t just so she could be spared of going through the same despair he and the rest of their family had)

(- he’d also wished, more ardently than ever before, to be able to hug his beloved little cousin again just like he had so many times years before)

- fast forward to 2010. dakota is standing with the rest of the romans at cj, staring at a greek ship that quickly approaches camp

- his long time friend jason is said to be on board and dakota is just dying to give the dude the longest and most bone crushing hug ever

- plot twist: it’s piper who gets the pleasure of receiving the longest and most bone crushing hug ever. but she returns it tenfold rip dakota’s back

- their reunion was a hazard mix of tears, laughter and wrestling. he and jason happily gave piper a tour of the camp, though tbh she didn’t really pay attention to much, catching up with her fave cousin was obviously the priority

- during her quest to save the world, she iris messages dakota as regularly as she can and they talk for hours on end, sharing stories from their past, their family, their beloved grandpa tom whom they missed terribly every single day, everything really

- piper confides in him how much her dad’s lack of interest and pride for cherokee culture has rocked her own, how growing up with him so absent from her life and so worried with rejecting everything cherokee/native american related had made her feel so uncomfortable in her own skin

- dakota takes all this in silence and just lets her get it all out. he hears her every complaint and insecurity and fear. then he starts telling her the stories their grandfather had told them

- he tells at least 2 different ones every night they talk, always with a smile on his face, always trying to replicate the exact same tone and pace their granddad used

- and it eventually gets piper to smile too

- one night it’s dakota who confesses how much he regrets not visiting tahlequah more often, how he wishes he’d spent more time with thomas before he’d passed away, how he wished he’d been with him during those last few days if not to just hear him going on and on about cherokee myths like he loved to

- that gets piper crying in no time. dakota cries too. they just spend a good 10 minutes sobbing together through their reflections in the watery rainbow, neither saying much

- “i’m glad he told us. the stories i mean”, dakota says when they’ve calmed down. “feels like he gave us little pieces of himself bit by bit that’ll never go away”

- “yeah... it really does”

- when the war’s finally over, piper and dakota visit each other often, though piper’s the one who goes to cj more often since dakota’s a centurion and has his plate full most of the time

- they’re still as goofy and energetic around each other as ever, like the time they spent away from each other was like clicking pause on a movie and now they’ve hit play and continued on from there

- still hate being trapped indoors. when there’s camp meetings they both need to attend they just can’t help but joke around. everyone else dreads going to those now thanks to these idiots

- dakota isn’t as chaotic as piper so he somewhat helps to keep that side of her in check

- when leo accompanies her during her visits though... no point in even trying to hold back this Mess, dakota’s tried before and it was the most stressful and tiring day of his fucking life

- piper constantly teases dakota about his crush on her half-brother michael. he very much regrets the day she ever saw how he acted around the son of venus (a blushy neck scratching mess)

- wow this is getting long fhdkds anyway!! they’re amazing kids who love each other to death and constantly support each other through good and bad times, and they’re proud af to be cherokee and they’ll treasure their beloved grandpa tom and his teachings till the end of their lives, and if anyone ever wants to hear a story, they’re the right kids to go to!

#piper mclean #dakota #pjo #pjo.txt #my headcanons #i spent a lot of time on this and it made me very emotional fdsfjdsk #also if any of the bits regarding cherokee culture seem off or odd or bad then pls let me know and i'll fix wtv needs fixing #i tried to keep it as minimal and vague as possible bc i'm white and an ignorant to the topic

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