#this became a long answer lol sorry nonnie but thank you so much for the ask

[dimdiamond]

❤️ for tintin if you're still doing the unpopular opinions ask game

OH RIGHT THIS GAME! OF COURSE! THANK YOU 💕

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

*deep sigh* The most huh? What if I said Tintin himself? Look, I'm not against fanon interpretations and just going against canon because that's what you like and want to do. However, it gets really annoying when people take some interpretations as canon when it's actually not canon or, even if it is, not in the entirety of canon. And I think a big reason this happens with Tintin is because of the animated series, you know the classic one. Let me elaborate.

For many fans the cartoon series was their first approach to The Adventures of Tintin and for many of them it was a childhood favorite. This alone creates a bias, realizing it or not, especially if you haven't read the comics, the original material. Don't get me wrong, I love the cartoon and it's the most faithful adaptation we have of the comics but that doesn't mean it is faithful. Many scenes were cut, violence and alcoholism were limited to the point of changing scenes entirely (I'm looking at you Crab with the golden claws), heck even the official order of the episodes doesn't match the original publication order. There are many reasons for these decisions to have been made and it doesn't mean they're wrong, they just worked for this kind of media and for their target audience at that time (90s cartoons had many limitations regarding what it could be shown, including violence, but that's how we got artists getting creative with how to depict violent themes in a nonviolent way). Yet I have seen fans taking the ideas of this cartoon as if they are the original ones.

Tintin isn't a goody shoes. Tintin is very kind and caring but also chaotic and with his own values and ethics. He doesn't curse out loud and he represses many of his feelings and anger but he is also very patient and understanding. And most of all HE HAS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! Tintin from the first albums and Tintin in the last ones isn't the same guy! I understand people liking his character more in the first adventures but you can't characterize him the same in the later albums. And it's not only because decades passed during the serialization and Herge as an artist and writer changed. It's also showcased in the story, Tintin slowly gets stable companions, friends he shares his adventures and even his life and slowly he becomes mellower and yet more open and honest, he likes his peaceful life and doesn't chase adventure unless it comes to him. How can you have Tintin after Picaros behaving like prior meeting Haddock? As if his previous adventures didn't happen and affect him?

And what the cartoon depiction of Tintin does is to take his softer and calmer traits of his character and show them during all his adventures, regardless of how he acted at each adventure. This works for making an iconic and stable hero of a cartoon but it's not like that in the comics. The movie does the opposite but I see more fans accusing it of mischaracterization although this wilder side is also part of Tintin.

So in summary, my annoyance comes when I see Tintin characterized the same throughout all his adventures although this isn't how he is in the comics and I think this is because of the effect the cartoon had on the fans. In my opinion, Tintin's character is hard to grasp and get because he's the two ends of a spectrum at the same time, calm but violent, patient but impatient (his limits are known to himself only, you can try to kill him and not yell at you but you try to kill yourself and he'll make you regret it), selfless to the point of not caring about himself but selfish enough to do what he wants and believes is right etc.

He's such a fascinating character with many layers and it makes me sad when I see people read him as one dimensional character with no space for changes and development. However every person can have their own interpretation and such and I'm not the fandom police here so go have your fun!

[monstrouslyobsessed]

if my body can just...chill, that'd be great. gonna try and publish two pieces by tomorrow. here's hoping i can do it!

Ooh! Regarding the Jaguar tribe, I pick the AFAB one, please! —anonymous

ah alright, i can probably do that one first, maybe. just trying to be considerate to everyone possible!

What age you became (or started) to became a Monsterfucker?and what triggred it for you?;for me it was when i was like 7-10 because of Ben 10 LMFAO.

I had a crush on XLR8,Ripjaws (i love me some shape of water looking monster),Heatblast and Big Chill (my fav Mothman),i also loved Upgrade but when they introducted Malware it was breaking point for me,like you are bringing this EVIL AND WELL WRITTEN VILLAIN VERSION OF UPGRADE AND EXPECT ME NOT TO SIMP???

Sorry if this was asked before and thank you! —anonymous

you're the first one who asked!!

but uhhhh, shoot, i think i was probablyyyyyy 6 or 7 with goliath from gargoyles from early 90s??? maybe??? not too positive tbh, it had been a very long time for me. i remembered having a bit of a crush on demona too…i think her name was? the kid me was shocked to see that yes, you can pair a human up with an inhuman character, but i didn't exactly fall in the monsterfucker genre too deep until probably the mid2010s. that genre just wasn't popular before then and the internet was sorta…pretty vanilla then too, at least in my usual internet hang-outs.

oh man, ben 10. i barely remembered half the shits about that show lol watched the kid era from the beginning to the end and missed out a few on the teen era (i missed gwen's sass ngl), but i definitely lost all interest when its creator passed and the jerkwads at cartoon network or whatever company it was rebooted it from scratch and completely disrespected the creator's wishes??? like why lmao and the new style was hideous, so i p much dropped out from ben10 since and don't keep up with it at all.

Mars attacks??? Would you write for it????? —anonymous

er one by tim burton?? unless there are other ones i wasn't aware about (the title is super common with the older media iirc), i'd have to say no. the appearance of those aliens from that movie is not…something i'd be into. sorry!

that said, i certainly did write several alien pieces, including the classic martian aliens in ufo one if you're interested! the latter was very nondescript so you're welcome to imagine whatever alien appearance you'd prefer :)

i envy how you're able to create such a specific and fascinating story —anonymous

daw thank you! <3 my writing def ain't perfect and i know im slow as heck, but it makes me happy that i have kind readers like you reading my pieces <3

i like you —anonymous

i like you too nonnie!

okay thats all the nonstory related asks i have atm. if there's a question i haven't answered, chances are, the hellsite might've eaten it :( if that's the case for you, then feel free to send in another one!

that said, ive been looking around for ask memes for my oc's like that classic nsfw abc's one to interact with yall and do something fun with my characters, but haven't a lot of luck finding any i liked. if you have any rec, hmu!

otherwise, <3 yall be good to one other and take care!

[khaire-traveler]

Have to make this anon because I don't need LO fans coming after me. So I'm reading Lore Olympus and at first I liked it until I learned and saw the actual original poem about The Kidnapping of Persephone (sorry for censoring there) and what it meant for mothers and daughters in ancient Greece. I have such an appreciation for all three gods, Persephone, Demeter, and Hades, I'm Catholic but blessed be their names. (Getting into christopaganism)

Anyway, I saw another comic called Hades and Persephone ficlets on webtoons and it actually starts with Hades actually kidnapping her and Persephone hating him but as the comic goes on (don't wanna describe the whole thing cause I'm lazy) they do warm up to each other but in the most natural way. It's a little rushed but they're ficlets. It's not overly detailed.

Anyway. They got a lot of negative comments for not being like LO and other comics that basically villainize Demeter. My point is, and this is probably the weirdest question you get with this thousand yard comment, how do you think that relationship with them went? I imagine it went as the original myth portrayed but over time they do warm up and learn to love each other. Started out toxic but in a healthy way I think they eventually became happy together. I ask you because you actually are involved with worshipping the Hellenic gods. Who better to ask than someone who practices the religion? Sorry for the long ask. I tend to overly explain myself xD

Hey, Nonny, thank you for the ask! I enjoyed reading it, although it was a bit long lol.

I'll start this off by saying that I honestly hate Lore Olympus with a burning passion, but if others enjoy it, then that's fine; I'm not one to judge others for their personal interests. Personally, I hate how the relationship between Hades and Persephone is depicted, but I ESPECIALLY hate their representation of Demeter, as it's very disrespectful and seriously takes the power out of the original story. As you briefly mentioned, it was a very important myth, not just for the gods involved but for ancient Greek mothers and daughters as a whole. I could get into it, but that would make this answer WAY longer than it needs to be, so I'll just move on and answer your actual question now haha.

Personally, I believe essentially what the myth states: a kidnapping (as was the custom for taking a bride back then), a grieving and distraught mother, and an eventual return of Persephone to the mortal realm - with a catch, of course, that she can only be in one place for a period of six months.

Within my personal experience with both Persephone and Hades (so my UPG), they seem to love each other very much and treat each other with lots of love and respect. Persephone seems to be very close with her mother as well which is to be expected, in my opinion. While I don't think it's our business, as mortals, to pry into the relations between gods, I think that Hades and Persephone likely grew to know and love each other more over time. I don't know whether or not Persephone ever hated Hades, but I can imagine being unwillingly kidnapped when you were just casually smelling and admiring a flower is not a particularly pleasant experience. However their relationship began, it definitely seems to be really strong and loving now, which I think is what matters most. They seem to be really happy with each other. c:

Hope this answered your question! Have a great night/day! :) <3

[sergeanttpoliteness]

are requests open 🥺 apparantly in the 20s it was slang to call someone's bf daddy, given that can we get a reader who's from another dimension getting all blushy when noir mentions it given the context of it now?

hello, nonnie! so sorry it took me almost a week to get to this! thank you for the request, love :) you have no idea how much writing that sentence made me squirm from embarrassment

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➹jealousy➹(spider-noir x reader)

Peter isn’t one to get jealous, or at least that’s what he tries to tell himself. He doesn’t mind your ex who doesn’t seem to get ‘no’ for an answer. It’s the truth, he swears… right?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this isn’t sponsored by starburst ™, lmao. anyway, y’all really like spider-noir, huh. i kinda played myself when i included both peter’s in this, ahaa, i tried my best to make it as least confusing as possible. i’m sorry, ily.

warnings: annoying ex, mild jealousy (i mean, it’s the title lol)

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You slowly drew the blinds of the window, and in spite of your speculations which you were nearly a hundred percent confident in, your eyes grew bigger as soon as you got a glimpse of the scene unfolding outside of Aunt May’s house. Shortly after, Miles and Peter B. Parker (you had to admit, the amount of Peter’s in your life truly scrambled your brain sometimes) joined you, and the three of you squeezed close together, attempting to look through the small slit without attracting much attention.

You had the urge to take your phone out of your pocket and start recording a video to send all your friends, for this was a spectacle that you weren’t sure you’d ever have the pleasure of witnessing ever again in your lifetime: a drunk man standing in the front yard, passionately belting out the lyrics of a song to the closed door of the house. “Did he, like, get the wrong house?” Miles muttered, his heart thumping fast as the young man noticed all three of you and pointed directly at you. 

“Please! Don’t leave me!” He cried out.

You took one last look at him before you retreated from the window, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No. That’s my ex.” You sighed, questioning why you ever were attracted to the boy as his tragic performance continued. Peter B. laughed and you closed your eyes, ashamed.

“That’s your ex?! The ex?” Yes, this was, in fact, not the first time they heard about your ex-boyfriend. The number of stories you had was inevitable since the train wreck of a relationship lasted two years, after all. Whilst he now went on to voice the instruments of the song, worry began to seep within everyone when you all simultaneously came upon the realization that somehow the jerk had discovered where you were staying during the weekend. Although you’d been like a daughter to May since you were a kid, you were aware she would not be content with you once she returned from her trip and heard that you failed in your basic task of taking care of her home and her address now belonged as part of a stalker’s knowledge.

Peter B. glanced at you, frowning. “You want me to go and talk to him?”

You appreciated his offer, and your inner voice urged you to cave into the most effortless way out of the situation; however, your eyes moved to the hallway, and another concern, more potent and persuasive, drowned it out. “Thanks, dude, but don’t worry, I’ve got it,” You smiled at him, albeit you weren’t entirely certain about that statement. “Just… you guys go and distract Peter and make sure he doesn’t find out my ex is here, or else…”

Eight months. From December up till August, you’d known the third Peter Parker in your life for eight months. In the fourth month, April, you recognized your true intentions and feelings. In the fifth month, you finally acted upon them, and made the first move. At last, June, the sixth month, rolled in, and Peter built up the courage to make things official. All those months possessed two constant factors: your ever-growing connection and… your ex.

One of the many characteristics you were thankful for and adored in Peter was his control over his jealousy. No fingerprints of possessiveness nor suffocating authority smeared your relationship, regardless of your distance, Peter’s background, the exasperating cameos of your ex-boyfriend, or that you’d expressed to him you didn’t want anyone other than the “spider-gang” (as Peter B. had named it) to know about you two being together since— well, how in the world were you supposed to explain where he came from?

You felt irrational and absurd once the thought passed through your head, but sometimes you wondered if Peter worried too little. The origin of said thought could be traced back to when you weren’t quite dating yet, and your ex booty-called you in the midst of your first date. Peter’s amused expression at your own embarrassed one puzzled you, yet you chose not to think much about it and instead were glad it didn’t send the evening down the wrong trail. The thought reappeared a second instant one month into your relationship, though, after you showed him a large bouquet of flowers, a poem attached to it that could be offensive to those who practiced the art and with your ex’s handwriting. Again, nothing; later, you two found yourselves mocking the failed poetry and the odd comparison of your adorableness to that of E.T.’s (you really had no explanation for that one).

However, the suspicion that perhaps he was too good at hiding his feelings arose when a week earlier, you got a phone call from your ex begging you to escape with him to Iceland. That was the first time you saw it: the hint of irritation in Peter’s stiff body and tense jaw. Minutes later, you blocked the phone number— an action way too long overdue, before things became strained.

You closed the front door behind you and approached the drunk man, resolute on preventing the two men from meeting each other and getting under each other’s skin as you clenched your fists closed. “I forgot to say out loud, how beautiful you really are to me!” Your ex sang, a smirk breaking out on his face when he saw your clear annoyance. “I can’t be without! You’re my perfect little punching bag—”

“Matt, what the hell are you doing?”

He quirked a brow, giving you a once-over. “Serenading you?” Matt said as if it were obvious. You rolled your eyes and scowled at him, keeping a significant distance between the two of you.

“No, I mean, how did you find me?”

“I followed you.”

Fear and disgust crawled all over your skin. You took a step back, narrowing your eyes. “Listen, I really don’t want to get in trouble, okay? So for the last time, please stop calling me—”

“But this isn’t a phone call.”

“Or following me.” You finished. He stumbled forward, shaking his head vigorously.

“But I love you,” He sniffed, wiping the one mediocre tear making its way down his cheek. You could feel a groan forming in your throat from his idiocy and child-like attitude; you couldn’t believe he was fucking crying.

You crossed your arms across your chest, unimpressed. “Well, I don’t.” His shift from sadness to anger caught you off guard.

“Bullshit, I know you still love me. I know you miss me,” Matt pointed an accusing finger at you, advancing closer. “Stop playing hard to get and let’s just, l-let’s just go back to normal—”

You laughed in disbelief, your mouth ajar. “Playing hard to get? How is this playing hard to get?!”

Meanwhile, Miles and Peter B. stood in front of Peter, blocking him from leaving the hallway as he remained in between the two and the bathroom door. “So, whatcha think?” Miles asked him, ogling the man. Peter bit again the yellow Starburst and chewed for a while, eyes squinted while he analyzed the flavor. He swallowed and looked down at the wrapper in the palm of his hand, nodding.

“I like it. I think it may be my favorite.”

“What? No way, try the pink flavor again,” Miles took out a pink squared candy from the bag and held it up to Peter’s face. “It’s the best.”

Peter B. shook his head in disagreement and stared down at Miles, scrunching his brows together. “What do you mean? Red is the best.” Miles, now distracted, dropped his arm by his side and showed him a face of utter disgust.

“Do your taste buds even work? Everyone I know says pink is best.”

“Do your dimension’s taste buds work? You’re totally wrong, bud.”

Peter pocketed the wrapper, shrugging. “Personally, I enjoyed all of them—”

“Try red.”

“No, pink.”

Peter B. groaned. “Pink is overrated.” Miles looked at him straight in the eye, expressionless.

“Your opinion is irrelevant.”

Peter B. Parker had never felt more hurt by a teenager.

“I’m the oldest one here! I think I know better.”

Peter was growing impatient. He cleared his throat and gently moved Miles aside. “All right, while you fellas discuss… this, I’m gonna go—”

“No!” Miles placed the pink Starburst in Peter’s hand, frantic. “Eat the pink one.”

“Eat them all!” Peter B. chuckled nervously, shrugging with his hands raised, palms facing upwards. Miles nodded as if it were the best idea of the century.

“Yeah, I don’t want them anymore, here—” He slammed the bag of candy onto Peter’s chest. Peter hesitantly took ahold of it, visibly perplexed. He opened his mouth to question their strange behavior and if they thought he had been born yesterday, until a distant singing voice interrupted him. 

“And I need you! I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry! I love you, fuck!”

“What’s that?” 

‘The neighbors’, ‘The TV’, Peter B. and Miles said at the same time. 

This plan was doomed from the beginning.

“Da da da da! Da da da da!” 

Peter took off his glasses, guarding them inside his pocket and his brows knitted together before he pushed the two aside and took off, putting on his mask.

“Quiet down!” You hissed at Matt, glancing back at May’s house. His hands landed on your shoulders, but you immediately pushed him off you. “Fuck off, Matt! We’ve been broken up for seven months already! I moved on, and so should you!” He cocked his head to the side, his face twisted in confusion as if you’d just spoken in a foreign language.

“Broken up?” He repeated your words, voice small. “It was just a break.”

It was your turn to be confused. “What? …No. It’s over. It was over a long time ago.” 

His face fell as a realization dawned upon him and his gaze burned into yours, emotionless, making you more uncomfortable. “You’re seeing someone else, aren’t you?”

Your heartbeat sped up. “No, I said I moved on, not that I was seeing someone else—”

“You’re cheating on me?”

You took in a deep breath, close to tipping to the edge. “Again, we’re broken up.” You reiterated harshly. “As in we’re not a relationship anymore.” But Matt’s dense self wouldn’t give up just yet.

“It was just a break.” 

You’ve had it.

“It’s not a fucking break!” You shouted, making him jump. You heard the front door open and you both whipped around, your heart dropping. As soon as your sight landed on Peter going down the stairs, you gulped. Peter B. and Miles’ plan wasn’t the only one that failed that night.

“What’s going on here?” Peter’s voice was hard, bitter. You speed-walked closer to him before he could reach Matt.

“Peter—” You stopped him in his tracks, your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him out of here, okay? I got it.” No, you didn’t, most definitely not. And you could tell he knew.

He looked at Matt, and although his face remained covered, chills ran down the latter’s spine. “Are you Matt?” Peter asked loudly. Matt narrowed his eyes, puffing out his chest.

“Who are you?” He nodded at Peter, trying to sound intimidating, but the other didn’t move a muscle.

“I asked you a question.”

Matt studied Peter’s dark outfit, wondering if he was so drunk he was imagining the man. “Y-Yeah, that’s me. I’m Matt.”

“All right. Look at me, Matt.” Matt did as he said. “Good. Now, listen very closely.”

“What are you doing?” You whisper-screamed at Peter, giving him a warning with your eyes. “I said I got this.”

Peter stared at you, considering letting you handle it by yourself as you wished. But the flare, the ire at your ex had been fortifying, expanding slowly since the beginning; and now that he was there, just a few feet away— a drunken moron who relentlessly peeved you and riled him up— ultimately, impatience engulfed him and he shook his head. “You clearly don’t.”

Once Peter reached Matt, he towered over him. Matt blinked up at him, feeling smaller than ever. “Y/N’s with me now. If I hear from you one more darn time, then the coppers will be the least of your worries. Trust me. Got it?” Peter said lowly, and Matt solely nodded. “Got it?” He repeated through clenched teeth.

Matt put his hands in the air in defeat, backing away. “Heard you, man. Fuckin’ weirdo.” He muttered before he turned around and sat down on the sidewalk. You grabbed Peter’s hand and dragged him back inside, where Peter B. and Miles sat on the couch and flashed you apologetic smiles after you barged in. 

“Sorry. I’ll call a cab for him,” Peter said behind you. You waved your hand at him, shrugging and mumbling ‘it’s okay’.

“Is it over?” Miles asked, trying to look out the window from the sofa. You nodded. “Okay, can we finally go over the plan—”

Peter took off his mask, disheveling his dark hair. “Why did you try to keep this from me?” You turned around and rubbed your face, slightly frustrated.

“Because I didn’t want what just happened to happen.”

“What? Me telling him to scram off since you wouldn’t?” 

“Peter, I told you: I don’t want anyone to know about this.” You gestured between you two. You’d had this conversation before, and he understood your reasoning. He truly did. His appearance, it screamed at the top of its lungs the truth that he did not belong there. It simply was obvious, unmistakable. However, now that he’d curbed the restraint he’d created for himself once, his authentic feelings and mouth were loose, completely out of his control.

“He wasn’t going to stop bugging you!” He pointed out the window. “What if he did something worse in the future?”

“But now he’s gonna tell other people that I’m seeing someone!”

“And so what?”

You laughed, your brows furrowed. “They’re gonna want to meet you! What am I gonna do, then? ‘Ah, yes, meet my boyfriend from the 1930s!’”

Again, you noticed that irritation in his features. But all of a sudden, it was clear that it was more than just annoyance.

Jealousy. He was jealous.

“All right, then! I want other people to know who your real daddy is!” He exclaimed, his eyebrows lifted and his hands on his waist.

You heard Peter B. and Miles explode, both shouting ‘whoa!’ while you sputtered and sensed your cheeks blazing. 

“Yo, gross! Keep it in the bedroom!”

“We have a minor in here, please!”

Peter’s sight jumped between the three of you, his expression the definition of puzzlement as you covered your face with your hands and Peter B. and Miles continued feeding your embarrassment with their comments. “W-what? What did I say?” He stuttered, looking at you helplessly.

You peeked one eye up at him, laughing. “Pete, baby…”

Needless to say, after you updated Peter on slang, his flushed self couldn’t quite concentrate as Miles went over the plan.

[silver-wield]

Can you do an analysis on Cloud and Tifa’s body language during that scene when they’re in Cloud’s room and he’s slyly referring to his promise to Tifa? There was crazy sexual tension in that scene and it honestly looked like Cloud was subtly being flirty with her 😭

No probs, Nonny! I actually already touched on their body language in a reply to a gif set of this bit, so we'll just expand on that ^=^

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a VERY 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 – I should probably update this since I've had other ideas since then) 

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

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis 

Cloti reunion analysis 

The Promise Analysis 

Andrea's approval (Cloti ask response) 

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read) 

Cloti action touching 

Aerti friendship analysis 

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

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Recap time! Yall know the drill by now if you've read my other ramblings.

Chapter 3, where we get a room (lol), do some jobs and have a chat with Tifa. It's pretty basic stuff until the cut scene after Marle gives Cloud a talking to. She's the overprotective grandmother figure that Tifa needs in her life and she wants to make sure Cloud isn't messing with her. Now, why would she think that? Well, maybe she picked up some hints when Tifa mentioned Cloud to her about wanting a place to stay? Marle's pretty sharp, after all, and if she got the impression Tifa is carrying a torch, she'd definitely make sure Cloud's not about to blow it out. She tells him to pay attention to her, to listen. This is the very first instance of Cloud taking in that kind of info and it changes how he treats others for the rest of the game.

After the chapter 4 mission where Cloud reflects on his promise to Tifa, it's back to the slums for some rest. Then Tifa knocks on his door and enters. She mentions Cloud was gone for a while, and he answers he was walking so that he keeps Jessie's secret – because he's that kind of guy.

Small talking Tifa is cute, but lol, Cloud seems to have purposely forgotten Johnny since he's yet another admirer of Tifa. For a guy who doesn't forget info like morons who could cause them trouble in the long run, it's pretty telling how quickly he is to dismiss Johnny.

Onto something more interesting in this pic, though. Cloud is sitting on the bed. Now, if he wasn't comfortable around Tifa he'd have got up. His eyeline is lower than hers so he has to look up at her. This puts her in a position of dominance over him – also not surprising since his mentality is that of a 16yr old around her and she's the adult in the relationship. Tifa for her part has her body turned to the side in a non-confrontational pose.

Tifa has her hands clasped in front of herself (couple of seconds before this screen) which indicates she's trying to protect herself as she asks the question if Cloud is leaving Midgar. Not surprising since she's afraid of losing people she cares about and even just someone heading off somewhere else would upset her, though she'd try not to show it.

Cloud, for his part, looks away, appearing as though he's thinking it over, but we're already aware he's decided to stay and help Tifa out, so this is a fake out on his part. He's half-teasing, half trying to get a positive response from her (remember the water tower? Yeah, this is that Cloud. The dork. The one who is useless at talking to girls).

I'm sorry, but Cloud is such a cheeky bastard I just can't with him! This is giving me all the throwbacks to his behaviour at the water tower and I love that it mirrors that moment, but with more success on his part this time. He's looking all around trying not to give himself away before it's needed. He's smiling and looks relaxed. He might be sitting but he definitely believes he has the upper hand between them at this point. Remember, I've said before that eye contact is important. Well, in this case, Cloud's deliberate refusal to make eye contact shows he's teasing. This is such a cute moment between them!

Oh ho! But here's where his teasing ends. Cloud is being completely serious and obviously took the promise between them as being special. Ducking his head out of sight completely prevents us from seeing his expression and allows him to act in a casual way about something that's such an important part of who he became. But, he's not quite pulling it off because he's also looking quite defensive in this pose. His hands are clasped in front of him and he's leaning forward, looking at the floor. This is something very meaningful for him to talk about and he's hoping Tifa doesn't brush it off, so if he doesn't look at her he won't have to see her reaction.

Tifa's obviously got her own interpretation of how that promise went. We can guess she did it because she just wanted a guarantee she'd see Cloud again some day from how she acted during the water tower cut scene. Here, she's leaning back on her hands which leaves her body language open, but also conceals something. She's looking down, the same way Cloud did. She's also hiding her true feelings towards Cloud the same way he's hiding from her, but she's being as honest as she can be as the same time. I've seen people call Tifa a liar because of how she doesn't address Cloud's memory problems in OG, but when you really take a close look at her, lying just isn't her. This is a complex moment between them. They've not long met again and they're having this heavy conversation. The feelings between them are still there, but there's all this other stuff that's more important. But, they know they're friends, and that's a good place to start getting to know each other again, and Cloud choosing to stay is that first step, with the quick follow up of him reminding her of their shared history.

Cloud, you smooth bastard I love you for this! This is definitely flirting! He's looking directly at her, then dips his head to the side in an inviting gesture. His eyes soften and he gets this tiny smile on his face. His body language has changed, too. He's sitting up and back slightly with both arms by his sides. There's no more defensiveness about him. He wants to listen to her. Cloud is choosing to ask for Tifa's confidence. He's letting her know she can rely on him. That he's interested.

For her part, Tifa's pleased, but surprised. She's not long got back in touch with Cloud and, while he's been a decent guy, she's had the overall impression he isn't the same as the soft boi she knew, so this is a revelation for her. The Cloud she knew is still within this Cloud – which anyone who knows the real!Cloud SOLDIER!Cloud storyline is exactly the point of this moment. Tifa knows his true self. The true self that comes out only when he's with her.

Cloud, bro, I'm gonna combust from all these flirty gestures! Fully open body language, a smile, teasing tone. Goddamnit, just say you love her already! Yes, please, invite Tifa to check you out. Remember, he's still sitting. He's so relaxed and natural around her. Even if all you saw was two friends and no ship, you'd be insane to think he isn't a different person in this scene. He's not SOLDIER Cloud here.

Tifa, for her part, isn't flirting here. She likes Cloud, that's clear, and her body language is reaching towards him, which suggests she has feelings towards him, but her tone is more playful and her expression is pleased. She's happy to see her friend isn't too different from the one she knows. Most of the flirting in this scene is on Cloud's side, which makes sense when you think of the torch he's been carrying for her. He's trying to get her attention, same way he did when they were kids. Tifa's oblivious but receptive because she likes him back, but she won't show it as much because she thinks he's not interested. Someone knock their heads together please lol

OMG FUCKING HELL CLOUD JUST TELL HER YOU LOVE HER! Leaning back on the bed, totally vulnerable body language, drawing attention to the bod in an attempt to spark her interest – since he's clearly interpreted this line from Tifa as a rejection – this boi is trying so hard! He even looks a little disappointed she's not more impressed with SOLDIER Cloud, but we knew she preferred the dork anyway lol

Now, I know everyone talks about the physical and emotional distance between them here, which is obvious, but what I'm gonna point out is after feeling like SOLDER Cloud has been rejected by Tifa – thanks to her preference for the real deal – Cloud looks away from her. She's brushed him off and he's hiding his upset by not meeting her eyes.

Tifa is still oblivious to this, but Cloud definitely has a look of disappointment on his face.

Now, after that last bit you'd think Cloud would assume he's got no chance, but then Tifa says how glad she is to have him back and that cheers him up. He's still in that mindset of a 16yr old with a crush, whereas Tifa's moved on. She's had 5 years apart from him (she thinks it's 7, I know, but he saw her in Nibelheim and how she'd matured a little). She's not thinking of him in an openly romantic sense, whereas Cloud is definitely still deep in his feelings for her. Hearing she's happy to see him hints to him that he might still have a chance with her if they spend more time together. His soft af goodnight is the last indicator of his strong feelings for her. His body language is open once more, he's staring after her with a longing look and a smile and doesn't look away until the door closes.

Conclusion

JUST GET FUCKING MARRIED ALREADY IT'S BEEN 23 YEARS!

Lol seriously though, Cloud is definitely still deep in the throes of his childhood crush. Tifa could resurrect hers with time because it's clear she does still harbour feelings for him, but she's not the type to be pushy or insistent. She'll let Cloud take the lead and offer subtle hints how she feels, hoping he feels the same. She doesn't pick up on Cloud's subtle flirting compared to those more in your face things he tried earlier. Through all of those interactions with her he's definitely trying to say that he likes her and he'd like her to accept his feelings, but the bigger gestures get the brush off, although she blushes and looks shy, and the smaller ones go over her head.

Unfortunately, these two are oblivious af and it's gonna take everyone's help to get them together.

[chloca-cola]

I'm so glad to know you're writing again! I just love reading what you write :) Hope you're feeling much better! If its okay with you, may I ask for Leon x fem reader? Are you still doing the smut prompt list? If so can I ask for 8 and 22 where Leon finally catches a break and goes on vacation with reader and things get steamy at night~ I just finished watching RE Damnation (for like the tenth time lol) Got the idea from there. Please and thank you!

Ok...I actually have forgotten what the smut prompts are, I'm so sorry, but I did write you this steamy little drabble! I hope you enjoy it nonnie!!

TW: Semi public. Unprotected sex

~

You opened the bay windows that lead to the balcony of your shared room with Leon, that overlooked the tropical paradise. The sound of the ocean waves lapping the shore was so calming, the breeze was exhilarating and the moonlight reflecting off the water was almost dreamlike.

It had been too long since Leon and yourself had a proper vacation, and you hoped that it wouldn't get interrupted like so many other times.

You leaned against the railing, closing your eyes  letting the salty breeze ruffle your hair, breathing in that scent of the ocean that you missed.

You jumped however, when you felt Leon's arms wrap around you from behind and he placed his chin in the curve of your shoulder. You could actually feel the tension melting and leaving his body like the water rolling along the shore.

"I missed being alone with you." He confessed on a sigh and you felt a warm feeling erupt in your stomach as you laid your head against his own.

"I've missed it too." You agree, his arms tightening their grip on your midsection, a content noise pulled from him and he turned his head to kiss your cheek. You leaned into the gesture, loving the feeling of his warmth enveloping you, both of you so touch starved for each other.

You turned your own head and caught his lips in a desperate hungry kiss, feeling him melting almost immediately into you, and he releases you so you could turn around to face him.

Leon pressed himself against you, causing your back to bend slightly over the railing, low moans sounding from his throat, his hands roaming over your sides and up to your face where he cupped your cheeks. Pulling back, he laid his forehead against yours, both panting heavily, his eyes shut tightly as he breathed in your scent. 

His hands left your face and his fingers began to nimbly un button your top, roughly pulling it from your body, causing you to gasp at the sudden movements. Your own hands made quick work of his own shirt, neither of you caring that you were in full view of the patio below, its patrons sure to notice eventually. It didn't matter; you both just wanted each other.

Leon pushed your bra up, freeing your breasts, his mouth enclosing around one nipple like lightning, causing you to inhale sharply. His teeth bit down gently, tugging on the now pert bundle of nerves, causing your head to tilt back, a breathy whine catching on the breeze.

You felt Leon's fingers ghosting down your sides, and over your stomach, finding the button to your jeans, which he deftly undone. He slowly unzipped your jeans then, still assaulting your nipple, your lower back feeling a slight ache from being pressed against the cold metal for so long.

In one swift motion, your pants and underwear were at your ankles, and you kicked off your sandals, stepping out of your clothes, kicking them aside.

Leon's mouth was on your again in a flash, his teeth biting your lower lip, causing that pleasant semi-sweet pain that always got you weak in the knees. He gripped your shoulders, spinning you around to face the ocean, your stomach now against the railing, and Leon pulled your hips back, causing you to lean on the railing more.

You were a bit embarrassed as you looked down at the people milling around at the outside bar, hoping they wouldn't look up to see what was going on, yet...part of you wanted them too as well, it sent a slight thrill through you.

You were so distracted by the crowd, you didn't hear Leon undressing himself, until you felt his cock teasingly prodding at your entrance.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you answered by wiggling your ass back against him, pushing a little more of the tip into you and you moaned lowly, squeezing your walls around him and he cursed lowly, before slamming into you hard.

You nearly wailed out too loudly, Leon's hand reaching around to your mouth, where two of his fingers entered your mouth for you to suck on and stifle your noises. 

He sat buried to the hilt in you for several beats, your walls fluttering and clenching around his familiarity, loving to finally feel him again. He pulled all the way out before snapping his hips again, burying himself in you again. Groaning at the feeling, leaning down to bite you on your shoulder blade, causing you to press yourself back into him, your tongue swirling around his fingers.

Your abdomen kept getting slammed against the metal railing, you were sure you would probably have a mark in the morning, but that's something you would deal with then, as Leon kept up his pounding pace.

You felt your release mounting with every kiss your cervix received from his cock, as his fingers pulled against your mouth, turning your head so you could look at him as he took you from behind.

His thrusts began to lose their rhythm, the fingers on his right hand digging into your flesh more as he felt your walls fluttering around him.

"That's it," he growled lowly. "Cum for me." Your face lifted to the sky as you cried out when your orgasm hit hard, your legs were shaking, your hands gripping the railing for dear life. Leon cursed again, his hips stuttered as he followed you over the edge, letting out a gasping moan with every pulsing wave he released into you.

You became limp against the railing, panting loudly, your heart racing, and that's when you'd saw it; a young couple watching you from a table below. The girls mouth was slack in shock, but her partner was sporting a shit eating grin and he toasted his drink in your direction. 

You groaned, covering your face with you hand, pushing you and Leon away from the railing, he unceremoniously pulled out of you, and you turned to bury your face in his chest.

"We had an audience…" You mutter lowly and he chuckled, holding you close.

"Well, let's just take the rest of this evening to the bedroom, shall we?" You nod, still embarrassed as he lead you back into your room.

[alj4890]

Angst Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x MC) (Matt Rodriguez x MC) with the request to have MC confronted over choosing Thomas over Matt on a talk show. Requested by Anonymous

A Red Carpet Diaries Fan Fiction.

I don't own any of these regardless of what my credit card statement says.

A/N: Thanks nonnie for this! I've wanted someone to confront MC over this for a long time 😉

Not sure who all to tag and should have probably posted this with the question/answer, LOL. @hopelessromantic1352​ @sunflowergirl05​ @cora-nova​ @krsnlove​

Masterlist

The Interview

"Welcome back to Film Plus! I am as always, your host, Christie Gallo. I am thrilled to introduce our next guests. You first saw them heat up the screen in Tender Nothings and they now have a new film opening this Friday. Give a warm welcome to the stars of Critical Mass: Jessica Clark and Matt Rodriguez!" Christie stood to hug Jessica and Matt while the studio audience cheered.

"Thank you!" Jessica smiled while tucking a lock of her short black hair behind her ear.

"It's great to be back." Matt added while sitting down next to Jessica.

"So..." Christie sat down across from them. "A lot of big things happened this past year."

Jessica laughed. "You can say that again. It has been one whirlwind after another."

"First off, I saw the film and loved it!" Christie exclaimed. "It had everything! The suspense though, I was on the edge of my seat from beginning to end."

"Yeah, I'm still seeing a masseuse from it." Matt rubbed the back of his neck, causing the audience to laugh.

Christie smiled at him. "I bet. This is your third movie you completed this year so far, right?"

He nodded. "I have been keeping busy. After my accident on the set of Double Agent, I decided not to sit back and let things I love pass me by."

Christie turned to Jessica. "This has been a big year for you too. A wedding, an extradionary directorial debut, and now this film. When do you have time to sleep?"

Jessica grinned. "I've heard of this sleep you mention, but I haven't met him yet."

Christie laughed as Matt teased his costar. "You two have been close for how long now?"

Matt and Jessica looked at one another. "Three or four years I think." He said.

"Yeah, you were basically the first person I met in Hollywood." She replied.

"Really? How did that happen?" Christie asked.

Jessica put her hands over her face while laughing. "My best friend and agent decided we should crash Matt's party. I didn't know until we got there that we were not technically invited." She looked over at Matt and smiled. "I snuck away to be alone and try to breathe normally at being surrounded by Hollywood's most famous when I bumped into Matt."

"Then what happened?" Christie asked.

Matt colored some. "We heard some people coming in and ducked into a closet together. The um close quarters, ah, made it a very tempting position."

"We made out." Jessica added with a wink.

"See. This is what is missing from my set." Christie turned to her stage manager. "I could be stuck in a closet right now with Matt, Demetrius, if you would allow it to be constructed."

The audience and guests laughed at the insuing banter between the host and stubborn manager.

"Back to that love story. So was that kiss the beginning of something special?" Christie propped her chin on her fist and smiled in encouragement.

Jessica readjusted in her seat and tried to joke. "It certainly made filming the love scene in Tender Nothing's easier."

Matt averted his eyes from her and shifted more upright in his chair. "We were both busy with filming back to back movies."

Christie seemed oblivious to the tension growing between her guests. "Now when you two were a part of Double Agent, were you dating? I know Jessica that you were reported as being with Chadley Fortnum, but that seemed a little hard to believe. You and Matt had been seen together at the Tender Nothing's premiere and seemed so close."

"Chadley and my relationship was a publicity stunt. Matt and I were kinda a thing." Jessica was blushing.

Matt cleared his throat. "We were more than kinda, Jess." He turned back to Christie. "Jessica and I were in a relationship then. She was with me throughout my recuperation after the accident."

Jessica rubbed her forehead. "That was a difficult time for us. I was being attacked by Viktor Montmarte and didn't want to burden Matt with it while he was dealing with the possibility of never acting again."

Christie's smile softened. "You met your husband around this time, right?"

Jessica shook her head. "I actually saw Thomas at Matt's party and then he attended the premiere of Tender Nothing's". Her lips curved into a reminiscent smile. "He told me that night he hoped we would work together someday."

"But this was when you became close to Thomas, right?" Christie prodded.

Jessica eyed Matt. "Yes. We kept our relationship professional. Thomas cast me as the lead in The Last Duchess and supported me as I dealt with Viktor."

"It must have been hard on you. The threats from Viktor, worried over Matt's accident, and falling for Thomas." Christie replied. "If you don't mind my asking, when did you realize Thomas was the one you should be with?

Matt silently focused on Jessica, waiting to hear her answer.

Sbe lowered her eyes to her tightly clasped hands in her lap. "I..." She cleared her throat. "The night before our premiere party...I couldn't sleep and went to the studio. Thomas was finishing the final edits and we..."

She closed her eyes at the memory. It had been one of her favorites yet she knew now how much it was going to hurt Matt, the one man who had done nothing but be her steadfast friend and one time love. "We ended up kissing that night."

Matt lowered his eyes while a muscle spasmed in his jaw.

Jessica darted a look at him. "Thomas encouraged me after the kiss to think about what I wanted with our relationship. I...I knew he was the one I wanted to be with."

Christie sighed softly at the romantic part. "When did you tell him?"

Matt kept his eyes down. Jessica swallowed as tears began to build in her eyes. "The next night at the party."

Christie grimaced slightly. "Matt, I bet it was hard to attend that night after the breakup."

Matt looked up. His lips twisted in a bitter, depreciating smile. "I bet it would have if I had been told anything."

The hostess paled as it hit that she had led them into a depressing story. "Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't--"

"You could have told me, Jess. All I ever wanted was to see you happy. Do you have any idea what it felt like to see you and Hunt disappear?" Matt said. His voice had a hard edge to his serious tone. "Then there were all the suggestive comments about what you two must be doing in private. After that, you said goodbye to me as if I was just some random friend. I stood there in shock as Thomas wrapped his arm around you and took you home."

Jessica swiped at the tears falling down her cheeks. "Matt, you're one of my best friends. I would never intentionally hurt--"

"You did hurt me. I was like the rest of the world. I got to find out through magazines and appearances that you and Thomas were together." His tone softened. "Look, I'm happy you two have each other. Really, I am. It just would have been nice to have been worth some type of explanation." Matt swallowed down the bitterness that he was finally able to release.

Jessica accepted the tissues Christie handed her. "I am so sorry I made you feel anything like that. If I had known..." She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I should have told you. You are one of the kindest men I have ever known. You deserve nothing but the best."

Matt folded his arms and nodded as his neck convulsed with trying to swallow.

Jessica laid a hand gently on his arm. "Matt?"

He released a deep breath and briefly hugged her. "You know I forgive you. Let's forget about it."

Christie wiped her tears and tried to turn the conversation into less personal grounds. As Matt explained the clip they had brought for the audience, Jessica kept her eyes on him.

She thought of their past and then the night she had met Thomas under the bridge. She fell hard for the director and he made her forget every single time she was near him what she had once felt for Matt. Even now, looking at her friend and co-star made none of the flutterings and excitment build as seeing her husband did.

Jessica and Matt walked off the set after the interview was concluded. Matt waited on her as she gathered her purse and coat. They walked together outside to the waiting car to take them back to the hotel.

"Matt," Jessica began, "are we--"

"We're good. I was in love with you once." He admitted. "But seeing you with Thomas has shown me that there is something better out there." He patted her hand. "We won't talk about this again and I don't want you worrying about it affecting our friendship."

Jessica kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Matt. And I mean that for everything." She cocked her head to the side. "You really are a great guy."

A grin slowly formed. "I try." Matt pulled his phone out. "We have another interview tomorrow. I say we make certain it stays on topic of the movie instead of our shared past."

"Deal." She held her hand out and chuckled when he shook it.

[cultgambles]

Could you write some headcannons for RFA +V and Saeran with a chronically ill MC? Possibly with MC feeling guilty about being sick so often? ;-;

T_T nonny i’m so sorry this took so long, but here it is! i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1,250

Masterlist | Requests? open

Yoosung

“MC? Are you okay? It’s past noon by now…” Yoosung knocks at your door.

You moaned as you turned to a more comfortable position.

“MC?! Is something wrong? I’m coming in!” He burst in to see you in the fetal position on the bed. He sat on the side, rubbing your back.

“No, I’m okay… I’m okay. I think it’s just one of those days,” you replied.

“One of those days? What do you mean?”

“I have chronic back pain and sometimes it just flares up. I know we planned a date today, but I think I have to take a rain check. Sorry Yoosungie.” :(

“Awe, you should have told me… I planned so many walking dates… I should be the one to apologize!”

“No, I should have told you sooner, I guess. Just-it wasn’t really hurting before.”

For some reason, it started flaring up more than usually, you having to cancel a couple of dates. 

Yoosung says not to worry, and he pops in a DVD and you both watch movies

“See, MC, we’re still having dates. They’re just movie dates now.”

Eskimo kisses!

Zen

9/10 he doesn’t understand what you’re going through but god does he try

bless him T_T 

it’s not even that he thinks that you’re weak or anything, it’s more of that he heals so fast lol

he senses when you’re not up to par and will make you breakfast in bed!!

Carries you bridal style of course

sometimes you do go out tho

just sitting in silnece under the stars wrapped up in a blanket

“Zenny, I’m sorry…I’m such a burden. I bet you wanna go out” :(

“What? Babe? You’re not burdening me at all. I’m glad we can just take a break and just sit in silence”

bruh your theme song would be quiet by lights

“But I still feel bad,” you frown

“MC, you supported me with the whole Echogirl fiasco, and now it’s my turn to support you”

Jaehee

She feels foolish that she didn’t know before.

You feel guilty that you’re sick so often, not coming to the cafe as often as you’d like.

Jaehee nags Jumin to let her see one of his doctors. He does, of course, because you’re his friend

“MC, are you feeling well enough to come to the cafe? I want to show you something.”

“Of course, my love.”

Curiosity killed the cat

Jaehee had designed a menu special in your honor

she calls it the MC-Deluxe

It has your favorite coffee/tea, madeleine cookies, and LOVE

so touching

start cryign on the spot omg

you have a surprise for her too

WABAHM

MARRIAGE PROPROSAL

whole cafe is applauding ya’ll

“Thank you for supproting me, Jaehee.”

Jumin

doctors come to check you out

“UHH EXCUSE ME WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T HELP MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE/HUSBAND?!”

“I’m sorry, sir, it’s chronicle. There’s nothing much to do except to use these pills appropriately.”

“Jumin, it’s okay. I’ll live with it (like I have been all  my life…)”

“But I want your life to be pain free, MC. It’s important to me.”

He stayed home more often, especially if the pain was too much for you.

He always awoke to Elizabeth the 3rd curled up on your chest.

tries to take pictures and gets a lil jealous

You still urged him to go to work, thinking of Jaehee and how much stress she must be in

“Don’t worry, Jumin. Elly will keep me company”

Reluctantly, he leaves. He knows you’re sad about something, so he tries to spoil you the best he can.

Saeyoung

You were in the apartment, freaking over some small thing that seemed huge to you.

707 is calling

You groaned, but you cheerily answered anyway. “Hey, Seven!”

“MC? You don’t seem very bubbly today… Is there something God Seven can do for you?!”  ▀  ▽  ▀   

“Oh, you know. The usual.”

“I’m coming over.”

“What? Aren’t you, like, not allowed to come over?”

“Well I’m coming anyway. See you in ten!” And with that he hung up.

Looking around the apartment, you see that it’s a FUCKIN MESS and you start stressing even more

“DADDY’S HERE!” he burst in, arms full of robots and candies and sodas, spilling every which way. “Don’t worry, I brought my maid to help clean up!”

“Dammit, Saeyoung, I am not your maid!”

You both sit on the floor and pass the time, him trying to keep your mind off of anything that’s stressing you.

Sometimes, you both have depressive episodes and it’s terrible. He tries pushing you away, while you need the company. 

But in the end, he realizes how it would help you (therefore making himself feel better) and you both talk it out

totally thinking of here comes a thought

Saeran

he knows all too well

one day, when you were taking care of him, he asked you about your life 

“What do you mean? You’ve already researched me…”

“I mean your day to day life. Why do you take care of me so?”

“Well, I know how it feels to be constantly falling in a dark hole. And…And I want you to experience the joys that were stripped from you.”

??? 

he doesn’t know what you mean at all.

Another day, Saeyoung had told him that you weren’t coming.

His first thought: had MC abandoned me?

“Naw, just go over to the apartment,” his brother replied. So he did.

When you didn’t answer the door, he became worried. “MC?”

He tried the lock, finding it to be open. Slowly, he pushed it open, locking it behind him.

Saeran found you huddled on the couch, staring blankly ahead.

“MC? What’s wrong?”

“Oh…Saeran…It’s you. I’m sorry I couldn’t come today,” you gave a small apologetic smile. 

And then it finally hit him: You were going through the same things as him, albeit a little different, but he understood.

He sat with you on the couch and tried to be as comforting as he could. 

V

V is discovering who he is

He doesn’t want to make the same mistake as he did with Rika, so he takes the relationship with you very slow.

Just as he’s getting comfortable around you, you break the news.

“V, I have cancer,” you say one night at dinner. 

He’s shocked, how could you keep it from him so well? 

He sits with you and cries. He holds you and tells you that you’ll get through it with him by your side.

It’s all you could ever ask for, really. Someone there for you unconditionally. 

You’re on your last breaths, and he’s been right by you the whole way.

“I’m sorry, Jihyun, we couldn’t build a family…together.”

He clasps your hands between his, pressing them to his lips.

“MC, this is the most fun I’ve ever had. Being with you, growing, and living who I am? It’s all thanks to you. And I’m so happy. I’m so happy that you won’t be in pain anymore, but god, it’s going to hurt like an sob.”

“I love you, V. Thank you for letting me help you,” you smiled shakily.

you looked to the rest of the RFA. “Thank you for giving me this chance.”

You died with love in your heart, and an impression to last a life time. 

V hadn’t sunk into a deep depression, instead focusing on the memories you left. 

im so sorry i had no idea it was going this way ;-;

[inevitably-johnlocked]

(1/2) Hey Steph! This is a long ask, so feel free to take your time answering as I love your insights! I have two Q's actually. 1. Was TAB supposed to be a standalone? I heard that they lied and something about how it was vital that they showed it before S4, but in hindsight (tinfoil hat aside), I don't see any connections between the two? 2. What were your initial thoughts on the "I Love you" trailer before S4? Ik many use this as proof for queerbaiting, but as a casual viewer then, I...

(2/2) thought y’ll were ridiculous for believing that it’s John when he was clearly in the background. Ofc after rewatching the series with an open mind, I became aware of my own prejudice and am all aboard the Johnlock train now. But I would imagine that as a shipper then, my hopes would be gone after seeing that, not fuel confidence like it did for some. Ik it’s done and we know who it’s to, but I’m interested in hearing the insights from a Johnlocker at that time. Thanks! :)

Hey Nonny! 

Never a problem! I’ll try to answer as best I can!!

1. Ahhh, TAB is an episode I studied IMMENSELY. I love it so much. Mofftiss, before TAB aired, kept insisting that it was a standalone episode and had nothing to do with the current timelines. They also kept saying that “the time is right for us to do this” which had us believing that they were insistent in getting it out before S4, which is why a lot of us DIDN’T believe that the episode was standalone. Many thought it was important because it was foreshadowing the events to come and let us know what Sherlock knows and feels for John…. essentially, instead of trying to solve the mystery of Moriarty, he ended up rediscovering his own self, and finally learning to love and accept John into his life as an equal, not as someone he needs to protect and keep safe. The episode was a huge character-building episode for Sherlock specifically, and I personally think it’s one of the most important episodes of the series. Because “it’s all a dream”, it forces the audience to use metaphorical interpretations of Sherlock’s character and of the people around him, showing us what he knows and how to teach us to see below the surface and read the subtext.

Many people think that it is a “key” to understanding what the hell is going on in S4, and reveals to us that if something seems wrong in the Sherlock universe, then something most likely is. Some people have suggested that the “alternatively” that we have been flipped to in the opening credits is when a secondary timeline had started. I personally don’t think so, since so much character development happened on Sherlock’s part in TAB and to exclude it negates all that development he had. Plus everyone was very much in character, so I digress. I do believe, though, that Unreliable Narrator started in T6T’s D-Notice scene.

Regardless, TAB helps us understand how to read the subtext at a metaphorical level. So when we refer to “John’s TAB” we mean that John is also now having hallucinations of his own, and everything in TFP is all metaphorical like it was for Sherlock – Sherlock’s is Victorian and dramatic like him, and John’s is full of pop culture and horror tropes like the things he likes. In that sense, it makes TAB connected to S4, since it helps us uncover the subtext below. 

Unfortunately, much of S4 is so inconsistent that I honestly have no idea how THAT season connects to the rest of the series, LOL. But if it is all a metaphorical season of a play-by-play of the events of the series so far, then I suppose it can work. It has been suggested that S4 is a "reverse" of the events that have happened so far, or a subtextual replay of the series. I can't find the post at the moment, but it's an interesting read.

2. Well, given what we thought was going to happen, and given the logical narrative next step in the chain, I as well initially thought it was finally Sherlock admitting his feelings, but upon sitting on it more, I then thought it was either blackmail and Sherlock was being forced to confess his feelings under duress, or it was a passcode.  When Mark revealed that Sherlock was “speaking to a mirror”, I then thought it was going to be Molly, but it won’t be good. And lo and behold, what we got was the forced ILY that we did get, which was exactly an entire scene mirroring John, especially if it is in John’s head (she’s even wearing the same sweater that she wore when she was “being John” in TEH). It was baiting, though, especially since BBC themselves kept using it to boost the watch numbers (”who does Sherlock love?!?!!!111?”) and while I am glad that it wasn’t directed at John, I am horrified that it instead destroyed the character arc of Molly, who, in S3, “grew up” and it really seemed like she was done with Sherlock and finally understood he was gay and in love with John. The only way I can deal with it is with John’s POV / TAB reading of the episode: it's how John has always viewed Molly, and this is his projecting his own fears of Sherlock’s “reciprocation of feelings” – as in he fears Sherlock will only say it because it’s what John wants to hear, and not mean it. It’s a very powerful scene at the subtextual level, but on the surface level, it’s very misogynistic (ie. woman being used only as a throw-away plot device and hopelessly in love with the male lead) and terribly drags Molly’s character through the mud. It makes me sad that many cannot see it as such.

As I’ve said numerous times, I’m 50 / 50 on S4. I cannot logically take it at face value simply because of how inconsistent and fucky it all is, and my brain just cannot understand how we went from TAB to S4 without either something happening in the interim, or there being a bigger plan in play, ie. TJLC. I still firmly believe Johnlock is endgame, but I also accept the very likely possibility that the series is over – I have to remain a bit skeptical since I am a creature of logic and because of the “finale” feel of TFP (ie. no cliffhangers) and the post-season interviews with the actors makes me think that it’s likely that it’s not really coming back. But I remain hopeful… I have too much fun doing what I do, and I thoroughly enjoy making people feel better about the series again, as best as I can.

PHEW! Sorry, I ramble a lot; seeing as you are a new Johnlocker I assume you’re also new to my blog and therefore have just discovered how long winded my responses can get when I am passionate about a topic! That all said, thank YOU for allowing yourself to at least give us the benefit of the doubt and understand where we were coming from – it’s all most Johnlockers and TJLCers ever ask for, to be honest. We aren’t trying to convert people, we just want people to understand how narrative structure and tools work, such as mirrors and subtext. I mean, I’m tickled pink that you are all aboard with us, and I am happy that you just watched the episodes through new goggles. Here’s a fun game, Nonny: Now that you have Gay Goggles™, rewatch all the episodes again, and then ESPECIALLY DIE at TSo3 (my Johnlock Enlightenment Episode®) – you’ll be kicking yourself once you realize how close to the surface it really all was and – if indeed S4 is the final season – you’ll understand WHY we call it all queerbaiting. It’s not even subtle in S3 especially, but yeah, it fucking HURTS to see how much they love each other and how hard Mofftiss just keep making them stay apart. It’s REALLY apparent in S4, like it looks like they’re doing everything possible to keep John and Sherlock apart because Ben and Martin can’t fucking stop making Goo Goo eyes at each other, LOL.

Anyway, TL;DR: 1) Surface level, no, it doesn’t really connect except as the "what happened on the tarmac" filler episode, but subtextually it is the key to the series as a whole. 2) Yes, it was baiting of all kinds, hetero and queerbaiting… sadly a lot of The Others didn’t see how fake that whole scene was and how much it dragged Molly, and I feel sad for them, genuinely, because what kind of standards for relationships do they have if they thought that scene was real and genuine? Sherlock clearly didn’t want to do it because it wasn’t true, and he cares for Molly very much as a friend and didn't want to hurt her.

I hope I answered your questions alright! Cheers Nonny!

[kittensjonsa]

**Reposting as tumblr app is sometimes crap.**

Thanks Nonny! Nope no judgement here, no worries! I ship and love all the taboo weird stuff (if only you knew lol) as long as they have the chemistry and a great story - but i’m completely normal and average I think. Our ships do not dictate the person we are. Besides I think it’s a healthy outlet lol

But as you asked, Nonny! Hope I didn’t veer too much away from the prompt and sorry for the huge delay! I’m trying to get out of a writing funk currently 😕 and I’ve been told that more writing works! Well let’s hope so, my unfinished fics on AO3 is counting on it! Enjoy and sorry it’s a little long under the cut!

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Jon watched her quietly as she moved across the Great Hall of Winterfell, greeting the servants who were preparing the banquet for the King in the North’s name day.

The slight swell of her belly was unmistakable even under the thick woolen dress hidden beneath the heavy fur cloak that draped down from her shoulders. Jon couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the thought.

“I certainly hope it’s a girl.”

“Well, that would be ideal. We already have a boy. And I hope she takes after her mother, with beautiful red hair and blue eyes.”

It had all happened so quickly and so naturally, as if it was meant to be that way. If Sansa had arrived at the Wall just mere hours later than she had, they would not have crossed paths. Reclaiming Winterfell would’ve just been a passing thought and Jon would’ve already been sailing South to the Free Cities, in trying to escape from it all.

The cold and dark nights at Castle Black found them both seeking for each other’s warmth in a bed they soon came to share, seeking solace in familiarity, far away from the evil and disgusting world. Innocent light grazes turned into embraces, snug embraces soon became caresses. If they were already in hell from all the suffering they had been through all their lives, crossing one more threshold would not matter. At least it didn’t to them.

“Nobody will ever want me for love. All they want is my claim. I will never know what falling in love and being loved will feel like. It makes me sad, Jon but I have made my peace with it and all I want is to go back home. Where we belong. There, I can remember what being loved and being happy felt like once. Well, as near as I can remember it.”

It did not take long when the nights became no longer cold and dark, but sticky and sweaty and filled with moans, everytime Jon spilled in Sansa’s warm and waiting quim, the scent of their forbidden lovemaking thickening the air of his old room, as their bodies tangled in lust and love on his old rickety bed that he once laid his head when he first arrived at Castle Black. He didn’t care about his vows, he died and his vows died with him. Rising back up again, he was no longer a brother of the Night’s Watch. He was just Jon Snow, back to being the bastard of Winterfell. A wretched bastard now, deeply in love with his half sister Sansa Stark. Whatever he did or whomever he loved, was no business of anyone else’s but his own.

“Marry me Sansa. By the weir wood tree where we swear our oaths. I will marry you for love because I cannot deny what my wretched heart feels everytime I look at you. I am only a bastard and you are my sister but I cannot choose whom I love and desire. No one would know, it will be our secret and only ours to keep. By the old gods, I swear it.”

Their vows to each other meant more to Sansa than any other vows she had taken from her previous doomed marriages. She knew it was for love, that Jon swore to be hers and only hers, to love her and protect her for the rest of their days together. She imagined them having children who would have his hair and her eyes, and Sansa felt deep within her that it was a near possibility, when she noticed she had missed her moon blood a few moons past. There was no maester at the Wall to prescribe her moon tea and going out to the nearest town for it frightened her so much, fearing Ramsay’s hounds would be near, that she didn’t dare step out of Castle Black without Jon by her side.

Jon’s victory in taking back Winterfell was an omen. A good one that Sansa knew they were meant to be. That it was meant to happen. Soon, her belly grew as the days went on, as Jon and her gleefully anticipated starting their own family to rebuild Winterfell and replace the one they both had lost tragically. The voices that whispered around her hushed when she quietly masked her pregnancy under the guise that she had been raped by an unknown assailant whilst escaping from Ramsay, though in her heart the man who had given her this gift was certainly not a monster and not a stranger, and that Jon and her would raise the child, as a Stark no less and not a Snow. She did not give heed to whoever had said what of her and Jon but knowing how intimate knowledge could ruin dynasties, it was wiser to play the damsel. It only mattered that this child belonged to her and Jon. Their own flesh and blood, borne out of love and not of sin nor duty.

“Deep in thought, your Grace? Might I know what my King is thinking so deeply about? Your name day is in two days, surely you must have some request and yet you have made none,” Sansa’s sweet voice rang Jon back into the present. Jon smiled at his radiant half sister-wife and held out his hand to her.

“All I ask is for a joyous one with you and our son by my side,” Jon answered, smiling lovingly at Sansa as she took his hand in hers, making their way out of the hall.

“My that is a pretty picture, my love. Your wish is granted, your Grace.”

[jellyfishfics]

I miss you. I feel empty. But i dont know why?? Maybe its been so long that you havent updated SYRM fic of yours. Not that im rushing you. I know what it feels like to lose your muse in writing it coz it happens to me too (art block actually) (1/?)

Hi there nonny! I’m really happy to receive all your messages and the feelings attached to them! I’m gonna put them under a read more since I think this answer will end up being really long…

And coz i miss you. I reread SYRM again. Like every chapter, read word by word with heart. It still amazes me to the core of my bein. Absolute golden creation. It never stoo to fascinate me. I fell in love with it all over again. (2/?) 

Loves seiji once more and more than before. Such an adorable child really. And really great story line. Just everything about it screams awesome and i cant get enough really. How i wish i could tell you personally how awesome you are !! (3/?)

I still remember the day that chapter 19 was released, i felt extremely happy but at the same time, i felt sad too coz its just one chapter more and its over. I dont know what to do like what would i be looking forward to my next day without it(4/?)

Coz really, its like the only thing that keep my mind away from my horrible present life that time( i was actually kicked out of my civil engineering course caused by my 2 times failed major subject) i was so depressed that time (5/?) 

So then i decided to read a fic, and saw yours. I became engrossed to it(uptil now really i still reread time to time). It took me away from my pain it was replaced by mixed emotions from pity to angsty to happiness and then extreme happiness (?/?) 

Its so great it takes me away from i dont know, reality perhaps?? Yeah right reality. My sour salty reality in bein a failure. But that not all that. Since it gave me back my “good mood” to make great life decisions on what to do next(?/?) 

I’m really really happy my fic was able to be a positive influence on you! It’s more than I can ask for when I write, to make the reader’s day a little brighter!

I know what it’s like to read a fic and have it totally blow your mind!! When the words and plot flow together so perfectly that you just sit there like…I’m so utterly amazed. And I’m so flattered you feel this way about mine.

I understand feeling depressed, I’ve been in the same boat for a while now…but I’m working through it, and I want you to get through your sadness too!! I’m happy my fic was able to give you some piece of mind when you hit difficult times.

Personally, I have a lot of mixed feelings toward syrm as a story and I’ve burned myself out on it. For my own happiness and mental health, I’ve decided to move on and work on fic ideas for another fandom. I’m sorry, and I hope you understand.

I’m going to try and answer your individual asks:

1. I’m sorry you feel like you miss me, I’m still around! I’m not very active on tumblr anymore, but I always answer direct messages and I’m very active on twitter. I’m not sure I can do much about your empty feeling except encourage you to keep your head up and look for something that fills the void! And I hope that if you’re going through an art block, you’re able to find your groove again!!

2. Thank you for rereading! It makes me so happy that you love my story enough to read it with such care…it’s the most flattering thing an author can hear! I’m terribly flattered by all your compliments too!

3. Thank you for loving Seiji!!! I was so afraid that no one would love him…you know it’s always hit and miss with OCs. and I’m happy you think I’m awesome, geez just keep stroking my ego lol.

4. Wow, I get the bittersweet feeling of being excited for the next installment of a series you’re into but also dreading the ending! I’m astounded that my story was powerful enough to make you feel this way!!

5. I’m so sorry that happened to you…I understand that uni can be a ton of pressure and civil engineering is such a tough subject!! My brother studies it too, and he has had problems with his classes as well. I hope that you’re in a more stable place right now, but just know that failing classes doesn’t define you.

6. Like I said before, I really am so glad that my fic was able to cheer you up! i hope if you decide to reread again, it will continue to uplift you and motivate you.

7. Listen…reality does suck a lot sometimes, and I feel you when you’d rather bury yourself in fandom and fiction where everything seems better, but I want you to know that you’re incredibly strong. It takes a lot of courage to send a person a message, and it take so much personal strength and courage to talk about your personal issues so openly. I’m glad you came to me, and I hope that writing your issues out made you feel a little lighter. I know it helps me a lot when I can use fanfiction to write out issues I deal with in a new setting with character I love. I hope my answer can also take some pressure away for your shoulders. Unfortunately, you’ll have to do a lot of the heavy lifting yourself…I know this from experience. But if you ever need me, I’ll be here for you!

Stay strong, bold, and keep your head up. There are people who care about you, and I’m one of them!

Thank you for sending me these messages.

[sergeanttpoliteness]

➹embroidered hearts➹(ps4 peter parker x reader)

Requested by anon➝  hi! idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are, do you think you could write something for ps4 peter parker? maybe like a friends to lovers thing. thanks!

You just... really liked to disappear, huh? To vanish, slip from his fingers. Except that this time Peter found you, caught you before you left once again, which may have just been exactly what you needed.

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a/n: holy wowowow, this isn’t a false alarm, y’all-- i actually posted! i’m sososo happy i finally did, and i’m really sorry about how long it took me to do so. school drained all my motivation but exams just finished this friday so i decided to get this done once and for all. i’m shocked that i finally liked something i wrote this month, it’s progress (’: anyway, here’s something for 1 pretty boy whom i love very much, i hope the nonnie who requested it likes it! (: also i had a terrible allergy while editing this so if there are any mistakes pls know that it’s hard to write while sneezing every five seconds. hope this week is great for you bc u deserve it, ok, ily that’s it adios (last thing lol, expect some noir stuff next and that beter sequel eye emoji)

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since you told him you were going to the bathroom with a wavering smile, and you were nowhere to be seen. Peter set his empty glass of water on the table for the third time— God, he experienced a déjà vu that left him stumped and everything, and as he watched the crystal liquid stream from the pitcher, he could also sense his bladder protesting against all the suffering he kept putting it through. Nonetheless, he simply thanked the waiter for the refill, or else he was sure that if he didn’t continue drowning himself, the disquiet abounding in his system as a result of your unknown whereabouts would strangle him with its unnerving claws. Perhaps the entrance dish bombarded your stomach (if so, then he hoped you were alright), or the toilet devoured you and swallowed you down the drain. Two-year-old him never trusted the porcelain seat, after all (it... was an actual fear of his, actually). However, past all those justifications and silly fears, he knew something wasn’t right, for there existed no chance you’d simply vanish just like that after the anxiety for tonight nearly eroding you alive, and you wouldn’t surrender an opportunity for a promotion... right?

He scanned the party room, through the many dresses and tuxedos either standing by still or swaying together, awkwardness raining over and staining his skin when he recalled he was the last remaining person in the table after everyone else retired to chat with other fancy people. He surely didn’t fit in that category, neither was he acquainted with anyone — he wasn’t even invited, for crying out loud, rather you were the reason for his attendance; still, you weren’t there. He considered possibly checking the bathroom to make sure you seriously hadn’t died, because you weren’t answering any of his calls and... oh, no.

Your boss walked on stage and tapped the microphone, a muffled thud reverberating through the speakers. “Good evening, everyone! I’m glad the night’s been such a lovely one, I hope you’re all having a great time.” The man — Peter couldn’t remember his name, honestly — spoke, a charismatic grin that paraded his astonishing dental care on his face. Though no alluring smile impeded Peter from panicking further or his limbs from driving him out of his chair and into the tight space in between a cluster of intimidating guests, looking identical to a little kid who couldn’t find his parents at the supermarket.

“Where are you, Y/N?” He muttered to himself, a question he’d reiterated in his head far too often for the past seven months. A haze of amazement and disbelief encompassed his brain when you called him to ask to come as his date— all he could do was blink, his throat clogged up and his heart so unbelieving as if you died and had risen from your tomb, but you might as well have and he wouldn’t have even known, because it’s what it seemed following such a tediously long time of dead silence, of not seeing that lopsided grin of yours, of nothing. It should’ve pushed him away, if anything, although how could it? How could his stunned little heart let you go after you’d embroidered yourself into it, sewn the threads, a perennial string that led back to you, the first day you met? And yet you still gripped it closely, unwilling to detach as he desperately dialed your number again, his stomach diving faster down to the Earth’s core whilst your boss’ speech went on and a high-pitched beep rang in his ear. ‘The person you have called is unavailable right now...’ Not a good sign. No, most definitely not.

“However, I’d like to invite on stage a person who we appreciate greatly in the company,” ‘The person you have called is un—’ Peter hung up, over that goddamn message that always appears to torment him, and grimaced as your boss studied the crowd with proud eyes. “Please, a big round of applause for Y/N Y/L/N!”

The room exploded with sophisticated cheering, but it declined gracelessly, the clapping stuttering, fully ceasing when the moments dragged on and no one entered the spotlight. The leader squinted, visibly distressed, brows perplexed as he leaned closer to the lady beside him. “Y/N... did make it tonight, correct?” He whispered too loudly, gossip escalating in the audience. Peter bit his lip, stepping back closer to the exit door until a rough hand clutched his sleeve. 

“Hey, you’re Y/L/N’s boyfriend, right?” An older man with fuming blue eyes and a bald spot questioned, spit flying but thankfully not anywhere near Peter who sputtered, chest warming up when his tongue failed him, became tangled in his mouth.

“Wha... n-no, we’re just friends—”

 “I don’t care. Listen, if that idiot is not here right now then I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

Peter’s brows furrowed with anger, “Hey, shut up, man— Y/N’s not an idiot.” He snapped, but the guy barely flinched and rolled his eyes as he let go of the taller young man. 

“Just do something!” He hissed, equally as bitter and prodding his chest before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter opened the double doors and sped down the hallway straight to the bathrooms with a sour mood; however, before he knocked, a figure outside the window captivated him and calmed his hammering heartbeat. It... couldn’t be you. Why would you be out there? He surveyed the area, and when he saw no sign of another person or any security cameras, he unfastened the window’s lock and slid it open.

Could he have gone outside like a normal human being? Yeah, sure, except that— first — where’s the fun in that, and second, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the other side of the building— it was an emergency, or at least that’s the excuse he’d use if anyone caught him as he landed softly on the grass. It was indeed you, he realized, sat on a bench, observing nothing in particular unless the building under construction across the street held any trace of beauty in your eyes. He stopped a few feet away from you, mouth twitching. “Is this seat taken?”

You almost jumped into space and out of orbit, your neck whipping around, large frightened eyes gradually lightening when they took him in. There it was. That lopsided grin, unchanging from when you were a sophomore in college apart from the darker under eye circles. And there was his own shy smile, too, accompanied by the blush that stained his face, like red wine spilled over a tablecloth. “Yes, actually, by my imaginary friend Pedro.” You patted the area beside you, on the supposed Pedro’s knee, and he sneaked his hands inside his blazer’s pockets, feigning disapproval.

“You exchanged me for a Pedro?”

“He’s a nice guy.” You giggled as he sat down next to you, your stare fixed on your lap. “Let me guess: I messed up the night and that’s why you’re looking for me.” You said, playfulness faltering and insecurity peeking its head in, and he noticed how it sculpted your expression and body language with its discouragement. 

“Not exactly, no. I was still going to look for you, but a jerk who called you an idiot really needed me to do so.” He grumbled, irritation returning as a combo along with remembrance of the incident. You didn’t reach, though; you solely raised your eyebrows, unruffled, your friend more afflicted albeit he wasn’t the one who was called an idiot. 

“A short guy that kinda looks like an odd mix between John Stamos and Danny Devito?” You queried. Peter rebuilt the man’s appearance in his head, and you had to laugh at his raw shock when he recognized the accuracy of your comparison. He... really did look like that, seriously, it’s the most bizarre combination you could think of. “Yeah, that’s Jonathan. We’re not exactly best pals.”

“I kinda figured that out, Stavito didn’t look so happy.” A smile flourished on his countenance as quickly as a match is set alight after you cackled, your hand flying up to your mouth to mute your laughter.

“Stavito? Man, now he’s gonna hate me even more because I’m never gonna stop using that one.” You shook your head, rubbing your crinkled eyes. He hummed, loosening his tie, wearing a crooked grin that you fathomed meant incoming pain for you—

“He’s gonna stab-ito you!”

Jesus Christ. You let out a drawn-out breath and picked up your legs, expression similar to a parent seeing their kid’s report card. “I hate you. This friendship’s on hold until further notice.”

“It was a great pun!”

“Was not.” You objected, although both of your bodies shook with hilarity. He looked at you, the moon painting silver strokes on your tranquil frame, the delight in him for just being by your side too much that his stare lingered; though not for long, for your attention strayed up to him and his eyes immediately shifted down to his hands, his leg restless, bustling.

“Why are you out here? We could’ve left if that’s what you wanted.” He said, brows knitted. You changed to a cross-legged position, rolling your lips.

“I originally was just going to take a five-minute stroll, but once I sat down here, I just couldn’t go back inside.” You confessed, shrugging. Gloom reemerged, drooping the corners of your lips, striking a spike of ice in your gut— the frost trickled up and down your body, goosebumps of sorrow growing over your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible friend. Jonathan’s right: I am an idiot.” You whispered.

He held in his breath, blank on what to say. “Why would you think that?”

You snorted, expression unamused. “They’re facts, Pete. Good friends don’t just… fall off the face of Earth without a warning.”

“I’m… sure you had your reasons.”

“They weren’t good reasons, though. I should’ve at least told you something. But I bet it was nice to get a break from me, huh?” You joked, hurt and self-doubt seeping through your voice.

He frowned, immediately denying with his head. “Why would I want to get a break from you? Y/N, we don’t even get to see each other that much. If anything, I…” He halted, gulping. “I-I want to see you more.” He admitted quietly.

Your bewilderment was dim but still present as you ran your hand up and down your arm. “You’re dumb. You could spend your time with people who are actually great but you want to spend it with me.”

“Yeah, well, if I am dumb so what? I still wouldn’t change my mind.” He argued, a line in between his brows. You sighed, sliding down the metal seat, your eyes shut as you tilted your head back. 

“Peter, stop, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, though. I mean, yeah, it… it hurt a bit,” Peter raised one shoulder, aware that it hurt more than just ‘a bit’. “I thought you decided to break contact, but it’s okay, really.”

“Give yourself some love, it’s not okay that I hurt you like that.” You momentarily put your hand on his, repentance etched on your features. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“We’re talking again, though, that’s all that matters.” He brushed you off, raising up to his feet. The guilt still held you, played with you like a doll, but the reassuring quirk of the corner of his mouth somewhat relieved it. “We should go back inside, don’t want you catching a cold or Stavito getting fired.”

“He’s not gonna get fired, he’s just way too over dramatic.” You grunted, showing your clear distaste for the John Stamos and Danny Devito love child. Peter lent out his hand but you blinked at it, chuckling uncomfortably. “Don’t you rather stay out a bit more? The sky looks great tonight— I can see a few more stars than usual.” You pointed at the dark blanket of nebulae and astral bodies. He glanced up, close to dropping to the ground to inspect the night sky until he heard the stifled music from the party.

“We can stargaze once the event’s over.” He promised, gesturing with his head to the building. It was then when he distinguished the dread in your eyes.

“...Are you sure you don’t want to do it now? What if it gets too cloudy?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is everything alright? Why don’t you want to go back in there?”

You tried to utter another excuse, but you couldn’t. The ire at yourself made your hands tremble, set your mouth in a hard line as you were incapable of looking right at him, the humiliation far too much.

“I hate my job.”

Peter sat back down, staring at you, his expression sad. “You know, I spent the entirety of high school and started college with this idea of what I wanted my future to be like. But now that I did it, now that I’m actually there, I’m so… bored with everything. I don’t know what to do. Like, what am I supposed to do now? Go to work and what else? Because if that’s all there is to my life, I don’t know why I should even bother with it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Peter what am I doing?” You scoffed, scowling. “Look at me: what the hell am I bringing to the world? You’ve got FEAST, and just got that job with Otto Octavius— you’re… so amazing and will do so many great things. The world needs you. I need you. We all do.” You mumbled, voice breaking.

His sight gravitated down to your lonely hand that rested so near to his, that had the string running from his heart encircled around its ring finger, beckoning him closer. His fingers reached out slowly, hesitantly, with great fear. But he wound up grazing your hand, and then he fully wrapped his own around it— around the artist that sewed a handiwork of untouchable adoration into him. “But what if I...” He began, struggling to come clean. “What if I...” He saw your anticipating gaze.

“I need you, too.” He whispered.

Your view averted down to your linked hands and then up at the boy unknowing that he, just like you had to him, had tailored a piece of himself in you long ago. You hugged him. Crumbled, snuggled deep into him, allowing yourself to accept that hand reaching out to you, to surrender to comfort. He hugged you back with as much gentleness and warmth, his chin on top of your head. “You should give yourself some love, too.” He murmured and you let out air through your nose, agreeing with him. “You’ll find your way because you’re incredible, alright? I just wish you could see that.”

Seven months weren’t eons, Peter acknowledged, but perhaps they could be; perhaps they were enough to view everything differently, past that veil that cloaked his eyes, past the doubt and uncertainty, because there was something distinctive in your familiar smile when you pulled away. Something unusual as you sat straight, your eyes drifting sideways to him. “I guess we can help each other with that self-love thing.” You suggested.

He got the hint in your voice, and all of a sudden, he figured out what that something was; but he didn’t want to accept the truth that crashed against him when he realized that it wasn’t new. No, it’d been there all along.

He could try to believe.

“Maybe we could, uh, we could go out for dinner some… some time. Get started with some good food, y’know…” His tone was quiet and he couldn’t have resembled better a nervous teenage boy asking his crush to dance on prom night as he wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

You faked a cynical expression, despite already knowing the answer in your soul. “Some time?”

“Or never, if that’s what you prefer.” He laughed tensely, his eyes growing wide when he turned his head and cursed at himself internally. You smiled to yourself, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“How about tonight?”

“Tonight? Like…” He checked his wristband, only to remember it wasn’t a watch. “...tonight? What about the event—”

“Forget the event,” You stood up, and now you were the one stretching out your hand to him. “C’mon, let’s look for some restaurants because why not, am I right?”

Peter clutched your hand, the contentment a welcomed compensation for all those months of not seeing you.

“Yeah, why not?”