#looks like next week we're basically back to square one with all of the walls up.

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

There's a dagger in my heart, but I'm here anyway with episode 6 of Peaceful Property.

As suspectet there was much gay angst this episode but gay angst is still gay so here we go:

1

Home dreams of Peach in his bed.

And this is what dream Peach says to him:

It takes Home a while to remember that Peach's not supposed to be there. But before he does, the scene that his sleeping mind paints is very domestic. Peach looks right at home sleeping in his bed. Not like a friend staying over but like a partner who's always there. Dream Peach reacts to Home telling him he had a nightmare with the reassurance that he's here so Home doesn't have to be afraid. You know, like a partner would do. Because Peach is safety and comfort to Home. And then he pulls him back to lie down with him. And Peach is laying down turned towards Home and he looks completly unguarded. And that's how Home wishes them to be.

There's two common dream phenomena in this part of his nightmare. The waking up but you're actually still dreaming and the good dream that turns into a nightmare. This moment, before Peach starts bleeding and attacking Home, is the good part. This is what Home wishes would be reality and it's clearly a level of intimacy that goes beyond platonic. And even when the dream turns back into a nightmare, they're still in Home's bed, Peach is straddling and choking him.

That is quite an intimate method of killing someone. So even in Home's guilt induced nightmares, there is a big emphasis on the closeness he feels to Peach.

(Also when he wakes up for real, the first thing he does is look/feel for Peach in the spot where dream Peach was sleeping, so.)

2

Home keeps seeing Peach all bloody so he's jumpy like Peach used to be.

Peach is worried about Home, but now Home can't find comfort with Peach in those moments because the very sight of him is a reminder of the guilt that haunts him.

3

The next time we see Home (attempt to) sleep, he uses both pillows and sleeps right in the middle of the bed

perhaps in an effort to not let himself dream of a certain other man in his bed?

And yet, when he realises sleep won't come, Peach is still the person he calls. (And Peach answers without hesitation)

4

Home has a contact picture for Peach. And not just any picture either. It's one that looks like he took it from either Pangpang's stream or Peach's social media. And because the picture was taken during the events of the frst episode, it seems like Home has had that contact picture for Peach pretty much from the start. And maybe other people feel differently, but in my opinion, going through the trouble of setting a contact picture for some random guy you just barely met seems strange ... unless he was already kinda crushing on Peach, of course. And to choose one where/cut it so that you are the only other person fully visible in the picture? Alright, Home.

(Compare that with his ex gf who was saved as Baby #13, no pic. I'd say it's pretty clear whom Home is more serious about)

5

Home wants to know Peach's dream.

As soon as he learns about it he starts planning its realisation. And while part of this is definitely him trying to make amends before he even tells Peach the truth, he's also genuinely excited to help Peach with this. And he even goes the extra step, because Peach said nothing about getting a do-over with Chai-Un. So that part is Home knowing how to help Peach without needing to be told. And it's Home wanting to add something extra to Peach's wish to make it even better.

He is so excited

and proud that he gets to do this for his boyfriend.

And when they succed? Well those are truly some heart eyes

He even gets a Peach-initiated hug as a reward

6

At this point Home and Peach regard each other (and Pangpang) as family. They protested it when Pangpang initially brought it up but by now they have fully accepted it.

Look at Home's happy little smile as he's watching their antics.

And Peach's reaction to Home taking on Chef Hong's mantle again

No more annoyance or exasperation at Home's antics. Now it just makes him happy.

Happy family group hug. Kan isn't part of the family yet because she's still holding back (and she's also about to break apart this happy family so the red is quite fitting), and we'll see what happens with Suradech. But for now it's Peach and Home and their youngest child Pangpang.

Again Home allows himself to be vulnerable with Peach. And just like Home helped Peach to achieve his dream, Peach is giving Home what he always wanted. A family.

7

They CHOSE to walk like this. Peach could have just closed his eyes, or they could have blindfolded him if Home wanted to make extra sure he wouldn't peek. But no, they chose the option with the most touching. Obviously.

8

Pangpang has long dreamd of her brother bagging a rich man. And she certainly seems to approve of this one.

9

Peach really trusts Home now. (Because of course we need to build them high so the fall hurts more)

He asks him to help with the cooking even though Home barely knows a pan from a pot (remember, Peach inviting Home to cook with him was a big step symbolising Peach letting Home in, at the beginning of their relationship.)

He trusts him with his carrer and cooking future in general when he trusts Home to tell him which the fake chickpeas are. And he states that trust explicitly when introducing his dish

Even when everyone else is panicking his trust in himself and Home remains steadfast.

Home's insistence last episode truely allowed Peach to take a major step in his growth.

10

Obviously the thing Home wants to confess is the hit-and-run thing but it is still interesting that he is prompted to do so by Chai-Un ccoming out to his dead mother

11

Pangpang is back to streaming and her viewers are back to shipping

12

He can have 1 (one) husband instead.

13

And now to the tragedy. (fitting number I guess)

In the first place it was heterosexuality that lead to the crash because he picked up the phone after his ex gf? kept calling him. (Seriously, Home? Baby#13? Wow.) (also there's that 13 again)

But more importantly, it was looking good. Home was ready to confess, Peach was in a state of mind regarding Home that was probably as good as it was ever going to get to receive that confession.

And yet it seems like everyone outside of their little family conspired against them. Kan didn't give Home the time, Kid took his agency, Suradech and the evil lawyer enabled Kid. Even fucking Best had to chime in so Home wouldn't get his chance to confess. The only one who tried to keep them together is fellow family mamber Pangpang.

Unfortunately the manner in which Peach found out naturally left him feeling very betrayed by Home. And so he doesn't let himself hope that Home wouldn't just hide this from him, that he wouldn't send his lawyer after him. He gives up. Walks away like the unpriviledged heroine of an inter-class romance he is. Head held high. Not taking the money to show that's not what he cares about, to show the heroines moral superiority over the evil rich family. Not giving them the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

And meanwhile Home is running after him, held back by his evil rich environment, struggling but ultimately unable to do anything but watch his love walk away even though he was ready to risk it all for him. (We get a punch again, here. But this time not out of fear but out of anger and with full intentionality. Because this is the last straw for the rich love interest. It's the only way he can express his frustration at having everybody else act on "what's best for him".)

But that's ok! (Yes, this is cope but I'm also serious.) Because it just makes more obvious than ever that their's is a love story. This whole last part follows romance tropes, exactly. And BL conventions state that Home was never going to get the chance to tell Peach himself. Home needs to run but be too late anyway. They need to be separated and alone and crying tragically! And so we end with both of them alone, Peach crying in the shower, Home back to eating fast food by himself. All of this is episode 11 standard fare. The only difference is that we're getting it in episode 6 already. Which gives me hope that they'll give us a proper exploration of how they will inevitably get over this that's deeper than the usual "they kiss so everything's ok now".

Lesbian Corner

gets its own post today because I reached the picture limit and couldn't bring myself to get rid of any of them.

[mcwriting]

Lost in Rome

hello, friends! Ever since "La Vita Dolce," I've wanted to write something else involving Italy and at least one Italian phrase, and so this lil story was born! Hope you all enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1488

Warnings: mentions of drinking, vv slight language

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You had been walking around Rome for what felt like an eternity.

(It had only been like 30 minutes)

You knew the bar was right near Piazza Navona, but you'd only been to that part of the city one other time, having been staying south on the other side of the river in Trastevere.

You felt embarrassed knowing you were dragging your friends around the city without much of a guide, but you were too stubborn to admit that you were actually lost.

"Maybe we should've gone to Bar San Calisto again. It was cheap and close but noooo. I just had to look up a 'best bars in Rome' list" you thought as you continued to trudge on.

Not only were you lost, but you also didn't have the ability to look up where you were going, since you'd decided to go cheap and not buy an international plan or a vpn, choosing to only using wifi so you'd "stay in the moment."

That moment seemed stupid now that every marble wall and cobblestone street started to meld together in your brain as it continued to darken.

A trip to Rome was something you'd been wanting to do for years, so when your university offered up the chance to go study abroad for 4 weeks, you immediately began scrounging up the funds to go, even scoring a scholarship based on the fact that you'd taken Italian classes in school.

You'd only been there a week but thankfully had bonded with your roommate before even going, having struck up a conversation at the informational meeting the semester before. Since then, you had also bonded with those in the room next door, them sticking to you as their translator.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, stopping.

"Okay, look, guys. I'm really sorry but I literally have no idea where we are," you admitted, feeling guilty. Everyone else smiled.

"That's okay! This place is beautiful! I'm sure we'll find it eventually," your roommate, Olivia, said.

"Yeah. Didn't you say it was at Piazza Navona?" Aaron, one of your neighbors, asked. You nodded. "Well as long as we can find that, then we're basically there!"

After some wandering, your group found itself in the square in front of the Pantheon, which was a step in the right direction, but you were determined to actually find the right place.

There was a hotel right there, so you quickly stepped in to ask the desk worker to point you towards the Piazza, who explained that it was only a couple streets East of where you were.

Relieved, you and your friends quickly walked that way, breathing out a collective sigh when you walked into the giant open square, looking around at the familiar structures from the second day of class when you'd toured the area.

"Sooo... where's this bar?" Aaron's roommate Joseph asked.

You all circled the square from the inside and out a couple times, not seeing any signs with the name "Bar del Fico Roma" anywhere.

Dread started to wash over you as you realized the website must not have meant the bar was actually on the square, but was somewhere nearby. You felt stupid for not screenshotting the website page or, you know, actually looking it up first.

"Fine, that's it! I'm marching up to the next person I see and asking where this darn place is. We've made it this far!" you said, exasperated.

The first thing that caught your eye was a group of people who looked close to your age, talking in a small group. They were pretty well dressed, typical of a young Italian, so you immediately started over towards them, expecting them to be the most helpful in giving directions.

"Wait, y/n!" Olivia protested, but you ignored her, walking between a shorter boy and taller girl.

You couldn't help but sigh out the words as you started speaking, placing a light hand on the boy's arm.

“Scusa, potresti dirme dov’è la-" "Excuse me, could you tell me where the-"

"Sorry! I don't speak Italian!" the boy answered in a British accent, turning to face you with hands in surrender.

You both seemed taken aback when your eyes met.

Tom Holland?

"Um, oh what was the word for sorry in Italian again?" the actor in front of you asked, looking to one of his many Spider-man costars around you. Before one could answer, you blurted out one for him.

"It's 'mi dispiace' or 'perdonami,' depending on how you want to say it," you started, realizing how stupid you probably sounded to be teaching a world famous actor Italian words after accidentally infiltrating his conversation.

However, Tom was more shocked by your American accent. Your eyes still widened as you realized what was actually going on.

"Oh my gosh, what am I saying, um. I- I'm so sorry. We're just trying to find this bar and got lost and-"

"Which bar?" he asked in return. You furrowed your brows and looked at him funny, wondering why he would care. He seemed to take notice. "It's just that, we're also headed to a bar and can't seem to find it, either."

You chuckled at the situation, baffled.

"Well, um, it's called 'Bar del Fico Roma.'"

Tom's eyes widened.

"Hey, that's where we're headed!" Jacob Batalon cut in, making you look at him and the rest of the actors in surprise. You could see your own friends shock from your peripheral.

"No way! Really?" Joseph said for you. The group nodded.

"I just got it pulled up on maps," Zendaya said, holding up her phone. Realization suddenly hit that she of all people was the one who you had been standing next to this whole time.

You and your friends all gasped incredulously, amazed at your luck after spending all that time lost.

"If you want, we can show you the way," Tom offered.

"What? No, no we couldn't impose like that," you began, knowing your friends were probably internally screaming at you.

"Oh come on," Tom responded. "We're all going to the same place anyways, not like we won't see you there. It's barely a five minute's walk."

"Seriously, y/n. Do you really want to go around asking more locals for help when we've got it right here?" Olivia asked, raising a good point.

"Alright, fine," you started, rolling your eyes. You turned back to Tom. "You know what they say, 'when in Rome.' Seriously, thank you. All of you. You're definitely saving our asses."

He chuckled as Zendaya began leading the way. Though the sun had set, lights throughout the roads and emanating from various shops lit the way.

Without meaning to, you fell into step with Tom, easily matching his gait as you crossed through the bustling piazza.

"So what brings you to Italy?" He asked. "You don't quite sound like a local."

"We're studying abroad through our university. Unfortunately for me, these goons keep following me 'cause I speak the language," you joked, causing Olivia to slap the back of her hand to your shoulder.

"Ah, I see. I was definitely confused when you went from Italian to American in an instant. Y/n, was it?"

"Yes! Yeah, that's me. And you're obviously Tom Holland."

"You better remember that later, he tends to forget his own name after a few drinks," Zendaya called back to you, causing the group to laugh.

"Hey! That was one time!" Tom defended himself. "Not my fault I was going through a breakup!"

He turned back to you.

"Don't listen to them. I'm quite fun to drink with. You should see for yourself."

"Is that some sort of offer..?" you questioned playfully, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"If everyone's alright with it, I figured you all would join us at the lounge. I'm more than happy to pay for a round or two," he winked.

The group was approaching the bar, and any anxiety you'd had about finding it finally quelled when you could see people outside laughing and drinking as they enjoyed the summer night.

"Hmm... I don't know..." you sing-songed, looking up at the sky.

"Dude are you crazy?" Aaron exclaimed, causing the others to argue in agreement with him.

"Okay, okay. Of course we would be happy to join you for a drink. Thank you."

Both groups cheered in approval.

"The only thing I ask in return is a little lesson in Italian and, if all goes well, a pretty lady's number at the end of the night," he said smoothly, giving you a look.

The others looked between you with wide eyes, surprised at his open flirting. You couldn't help but smile and blush before replying.

"I think that's something I can manage. Now come on, your first lesson will be in ordering drinks," you said, grabbing his hand to lead him in what was about to be the best night of his life.

And yours.

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A/N: Okay fun fact I thought up this concept immediately after publishing La Vita Dolce and just... never wrote it? The entire work was actually written around the one Italian phrase I used haha.

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