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#so I guess. what I'm trying to say is. here's to being insane together for the next few years. cheers!
ineffably-human · 9 months
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Nandor's better to Guillermo than I remember from my initial watch. It's still regressive (and it was starting to head that way in 4x10 too, so maybe this just continues from there), he still has times he's thoughtless and dismissive. But he's the one advocating the others listen, and that they do nice things for Guillermo. He's noticed something is wrong just like Laszlo, he just comes to a different conclusion. He listens to an offhand remark from Guillermo that wasn't even directed at him, just to get him a present.
Any shittiness he's engaging in comes from the very idea of Guillermo being a vampire. (The way Nandor brings that up to the others almost feels like he's been floating the idea in his head, which is a whole other thing; I'll see if I'm right with more episodes I guess and we'll take it at face value for now.) And aside from not wanting that to happen because it would change things, maybe lead to Guillermo leaving, etc it's laughable to him right now for the same reasons it would have been laughable to him in season 1 or 2. Guillermo is a little more assertive than in those years, but he's completely returned to the familiar role. He's reacting to Nandor with fear, more than he did even then.
Guillermo's big attitude change came with being a slayer, and now he seems to have forgotten that completely to the point that he doesn't even consider it as one of the reasons the transformation hasn't worked. He wasn't ready, he was in pain, this isn't how he imagined it (insert @cookinguptales's excellent meta on how it's all a big metaphor for virginity loss). And right now he doesn't know what his body is doing, and he's walking around consumed with guilt and imposter syndrome. Becoming a vampire is making him forget other real, important parts of who he is.
I think it's very easy for the vampires to regress - because of time, stagnation, etc - to an earlier point. Guillermo's regression is just as rapid-fire but it's from trauma. His intense desire to not want to talk about it, to wait over two weeks before the camera crew wears him down enough. To try and describe the turning as sexier and more intense and life-changing than it was, only to be jump-scared by Nandor and reminded that what he did was a (fully justified) betrayal. Has he forgotten that if Nandor really did want to kill him, Guillermo's kicked his ass without his now-perfect vision, and has killed dozens of vampires at a time? Or is the thought of hurting Nandor and fracturing that relationship the thing that hurts far worse here?
I'm a little insane about how, while in the process of going behind Nandor's back, while he's right about to get the thing he's ostensibly attached to Nandor for, he's insisting that Nandor will eventually do right by him and really truly cares about him. So much that Derek again asks Guillermo if he's sure about this.
Even more than the love search stuff Nandor dealt with over two seasons, all of this seems tailor-made to address the big unspoken questions of their relationship. What does Guillermo hope to gain as a vampire? How much of that involves his feelings for Nandor? What matters most to Nandor when it's Guillermo vs his own pride, especially if there were a real threat of losing him? Can they actually find their way to eternity together, and what does that look like when they do?
Which is to say, it's absolutely happening this season. And shit's going to get insane on the way.
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bella-rose29 · 6 months
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Idiot ~ Anthony Lockwood x f!reader
Requested by anon:
Hii I want to request Anthony Lockwood×fem!reader, with childhood bestfriends to rivals to lovers with the miscommunication trope, but also a happy ending with both of them being together. So the plot could be like, they were childhood best friends but then when Anthony's family died he later wanted to start the business, but she thought that he was out of his mind because she was scared about him being in danger, but he thought she just didn't think he can handle it so they got into an argument and she left. After that, they started hating each, later she joined Fittes as an agent, so he was even more angry. So they became rivals in the ghost hunting business. Then they got put on a mission later, and idk she gets injured and his like "who did this to you," but they're still enemies, even though the whole time there is sexual tension between them. This request is super chaotic, so just make your own plot with these elements, I guess. I'm not good at describing plots, I will be happy with whatever you write, but please let them have a happy ending and be together. Also, could you try to make this as long as you can because there aren't as many Lockwood fics as there should be.
I might have changed some bits a lil bit and probably spent way too long talking about their childhood, but hopefully this lives up to your expectations anon! (Please let me know if it doesn't though)
Word count: 9.5k exactly (holy shit this is insane i had way too much fun with this)
Warnings: swearing, violence, fighting, descriptions of injury, mentions and descriptions of Lockwood's family dying/being dead, major spoilers for the books (and the show), some stuff probably doesn't make sense (like at all), i might also have misremembered and made up some things but we'll go with it, Lockwood is actually kind of a dick for some of this oops, he gets better i promise, hospitals, mentions of being on morphine (for the pain), references to Lockwood being depressed, they're idiots in love.
Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @karensirkobabes, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @wordsarelife
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It was nearly 3am and Y/n L/n had had enough.
She was exhausted, weary, worn out, and pretty much any other synonym for the word 'tired', and she just wanted to go to bed, but Anthony Lockwood had other ideas.
"Give it here, come on!"
Y/n groaned, then half-heartedly chucked the bits of paper at her best friend from where she was lying on the floor of his living room. Jessica laughed, despite also losing to the 5 year old boy at Monopoly, and shook her head at his greedy smile as he counted the money. How he had ever managed to get the two of them to agree to play with him, Y/n didn't know, especially since she'd not really been paying attention when the rules were explained. But then she saw how happy he was at the idea of playing with the two girls, and Y/n knew she could never make her best friend sad.
She did really want to go to bed though.
Jessica Lockwood appeared to notice Y/n's droopy eyes, and quietly spoke to her brother, stifling a laugh at his pout when she told him they should probably stop.
"But we aren't done yet!"
"I know, Anthony, but you've definitely got the most money, I'm sure of it. You're going to win no matter what, so I think we should let Y/n/n go to sleep, yeah?"
"Oh..." he'd noticed his friend's demeanour now, and felt immediately bad for making her stay awake. "Alright then. Y/n/n?"
"Mmm?"
"You ready to go to bed? 'Cause Jess says I won, so I reckon we can go up now."
"Mkay," she murmured, too sleepy to answer in proper words. Going up to bed was a haze, and she only really woke up when she stubbed her toe at the bottom of the stairs (Anthony hadn't told her that was there, despite saying he'd guide her). She was sure she brushed her teeth, Jessica would have checked, and they were all already in their pyjamas, but the only other thing she remembered before dropping off completely was seeing Anthony's face on the pillow next to her, already snoring lightly.
~~~
Y/n couldn't remember most of Anthony's sixth birthday now, what with all the memories that came in between, but she did remember his joy at receiving her present.
He'd spent the majority of the morning since Y/n and her family went next door gloating about how he was finally six, and now he was old enough to do so much more than Y/n (who was still five). She'd rolled her eyes, laughing when he did victory dances all around the house, and laughing even harder when he fell over while doing one of the previously mentioned dances.
They'd run away and hidden in his room in the attic after collecting plates of cake, and Y/n made sure to pick up her carefully wrapped present on the way up. He'd noticed immediately that she was carrying it, of course, he was far too observant to miss it, and had demanded that she let him open it right then and there. Initially she'd refused, feeling shy and worried that he wouldn't like it, but he'd given her one of his secret smiles, one of the ones reserved specifically for her, and said "Please?" so sweetly she caved.
He placed the cake to the side, then spent a good minute unwrapping the gift, being oh so gentle with the paper in fear of breaking it. When he saw the item inside, his smile burst out, bright and blinding, and Y/n felt her own smile form on her face, pleased at his reaction.
"Do you like it?" Nerves were still coursing through her, but they left her body when he raised his head and met her eyes.
"I love it, Y/n/n," he whispered, lifting the picture frame all the way out of the wrapping. She'd convinced her parents to print the photo off, and then spent hours making a frame that would fit it perfectly, complete with lolly sticks and stickers, trying to make the best gift for the best friend she'd ever had.
The photo was the two of them the previous Christmas, bundled up in ridiculous festive jumpers and sat in front of the Lockwood family tree in the hallway, presents surrounding them. Their parents had insisted on a photo before they ruined the area with rubbish everywhere, and the two of them could barely contain their excitement. There was a slight blur to them, a testament to their energy, but their smiles were so wide and they were hugging so tightly Y/n knew it was the perfect photo to give him.
"Where did you even get this? I thought your mum hid the camera?"
Y/n giggled at his comically wide eyes. "I just asked her, silly. I did have to do some chores but I didn't mind, it was worth it."
She barely had time to move her plate of cake out of the way (she hadn't eaten any in the last few minutes, far too focused on Anthony's reaction) when he surged forward, bringing his arms around her in a crushing hug.
"Thank you," he said, although it was muffled since his head was pressed into her shoulder.
"Anything for you, Ant, anytime."
They stayed there for a while, just hugging on his bed and revelling in each others' presence, both knowing that Y/n had meant her words.
~~~
When Anthony had to fight his parents' ghosts, Y/n had cried.
He was crying too, since he'd seen them die less than a day ago and now he had to keep them dead, but seeing her best friend in so much pain had made Y/n cry harder.
Anthony was trying to push back the tears so that he could see, so that he could fight, and Y/n hated that he was doing this on his own.
She had been kept in her room by her parents, the adults being too scared for their daughter's safety to let her go and help Anthony, and she was watching him through her bedroom window. Despite the tears streaming down her face and the sobs racking her body, she could tell he was crying (or trying not to) because of the way he was hunched into himself, as if by making himself smaller he could make everything stop. His body was shaking too, heaving with silent cries as he fought off the two ghosts in front of him. Why they were in his back garden, Y/n wasn't sure, since they'd died on the road in an explosion a few minutes drive away, but she was only six, and didn't understand much anyway.
She wasn't sure how long she sat there, perched on the window seat with her gaze fixed on the boy next door, but she knew that it was far past her bedtime when he finally stopped them, and she woke up with her face stuck to the window, tear stains on her cheeks.
Realising it was light again, Y/n hurried to get dressed, tearing down the stairs and into the house next to them, knocking rapidly on the front door. It swung open a few moments later, revealing Jessica, who smiled sadly at the small girl in front of her and waved Y/n in.
"He's in his room," she said quietly, voice raw from crying.
Y/n nearly tripped countless times climbing the many stairs, and by the time she'd made it to the attic she was out of breath. Pushing his door open, and going up the last few steps (seriously, why were there so many steps?) she froze at the top when she saw him curled up under his bedsheets, shaking with near-silent cries.
"Anthony?"
She heard him sniff, the sound gross and snotty, and then he turned his body around to face her, and Y/n felt her heart break in her chest.
He clearly hadn't slept all night, eyes red from crying and lack of sleep, and he was struggling to keep back the fresh tears that threatened to break through.
"Oh, Ant."
Y/n rushed to the bed, climbing to sit next to him and pulling his head into her lap, brushing her fingers through his hair.
They sat like that for hours, long after Jessica brought up some toast for the two of them, and even when Y/n's back hurt from the headboard and her legs were numb from having his weight on them, she didn't stop stroking his hair, soothing him silently.
When he finally sat up, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose (Y/n made a mental note to put her clothes in the wash as soon as she got back home), she pulled him back in for a hug, both of them sat up this time.
"Thank you, Y/n/n."
She remembered the last time they'd done this, hugged on his bed while he thanked her, but this time it wasn't happy.
"Anything, Ant. Anytime."
~~~
"Ant, don't be stupid!" Y/n giggled, watching him climb the tree.
"I'm gonna get you an apple," he shouted, smiling down at her. "You're gonna love it, I promise!"
He'd just been reaching out for one, bright red and shining, when they'd heard a crash from inside his house, followed by a scream. They'd frozen where they stood, Y/n on the ground and Anthony in the tree, and then suddenly they snapped into action, scrambling to get inside and find Jessica.
They tore up the stairs (somehow Anthony had caught up to her, despite having been up the tree), and he pushed open her bedroom door just in time to see the ghost.
"NO!"
He moved before Y/n did, grabbing a spare rapier from the dresser and moving to fight, hoping to save his sister.
Y/n moved, but backwards, taking a step back out onto the landing, her hand on her mouth.
"Anthony."
He had pushed the ghost back, and was picking up a net.
"Anthony."
He had thrown the net over the broken pot, wrapping it up securely.
"Anthony," she said, eyes fixed on the bed.
"What?" His eyes were wide with terror as he turned to look at her, evidently scared that she was in danger, but when he followed her finger that pointed to the bed, he choked.
"No," he croaked hoarsely, and Y/n felt terrible for making him realise. "Jessica? Jessica please wake up. Jessica. Jessica, this isn't funny. Jessica, please. Jessica."
He kept on like that, repeating her name and asking her to wake up, but Y/n knew that she wouldn't. She moved again then, over to where he stood, rapier hanging limply in his hand. It had only been three years ago he'd lost his parents, why did he have to lose someone else that he loved? Pulling him into her, she let him sob into her shoulder (difficult, given his growth spurt).
Y/n knew at that point that she wouldn't ever leave him.
~~~
"You what?!"
"I'm starting training," Anthony replied, not looking up from where he stood at the kitchen counter, buttering toast.
"But... but why?"
"Because," he shrugged. When he didn't expand on it, Y/n sighed.
She was worried about him.
He'd been vacant, hollow, since Jessica's death, and although he tried to smile and make everybody think that he was doing just fine, Y/n knew her best friend better than that. She saw the bags under his eyes, the lack of joy and mischief that used to reside in his gaze.
"Because what, Anthony?"
"Look, I'll be fine. This guy called Nigel is gonna train me, and then I'll be an agent, and I can keep you safe."
"I can keep myself safe, idiot," Y/n huffed indignantly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
"I know, I just want to be extra sure that you'll be okay. And everyone else."
"We're nine, Anthony. You went to a funeral a week ago and already you're talking to agents?"
"Yes. I'd like it if you came with me, obviously, but if you don't that's fine too. I'm doing this anyway, with or without you."
That hurt.
They always did everything together, so why was he talking like this?
"Fine. I'll talk to my parents. You need protecting too, dummy."
She'd broached the subject that night at dinner, expecting them to say no.
"Are you sure you want to do this, darling?"
"Yep," she said, stabbing some peas with her fork.
Her parents shared a look.
"Alright. Just promise us you'll be careful, and you'll pay attention in your training, yeah?"
Surprise made Y/n jolt, sending peas skidding across the table. "I can go?"
"Yes, but you have to promise us-"
"I promise!" Her parents chuckled, shaking their heads in a way that reminded Y/n of Monopoly and a late night.
~~~
Training was horrible.
Everybody was mean to her, just because she couldn't run as fast as the others, or move as quickly with a rapier.
"Look at her, she's gonna die within minutes!"
"Nah, she'll never make it that long. On the plus side, if she's in our group we only have to run faster than her!"
"Won't be too difficult!"
Y/n scowled at the whispers, making her way over to Anthony. She huffed, plopping down on the bench next to him and glaring at the girls.
"What's up with you?"
"They're being mean about me. Saying I'll be useless in the field."
"Aw, Y/n/n, they're stupid if they think that. You'll be amazing, I'm sure." He nudged her shoulder with his, smile working its way onto his face. Y/n couldn't help but smile back; his was too infectious. "You'll prove them wrong, I'm sure of it."
After that day, Y/n worked ten times as hard on the practical elements, a new intensity coming into her training with the other agents. She sparred against Anthony when they got home, blunt rapiers clashing in her back garden while her parents cooked dinner.
Within a month, she could beat pretty much everyone she trained with, the only exception being Anthony. He'd shown a skill with the rapier from the very beginning, and his long body made him graceful in a fight. She'd nearly beaten him a few times, but then he'd had a fire light in his eyes and he'd push her back, focus deadly as he forgot everything but the fight. She grew scared in those moments, and had stopped trying to beat him, afraid that he'd forget who she was and hurt her.
~~~
When they were fourteen, Y/n broke her promise and walked out on Anthony Lockwood.
He'd started a business, his own goddamn agency, in his own goddamn house, and he'd wanted her to work with him. She barely recognised the boy that stood in front of her the day he asked her; he was a shell of the best friend she used to have. He was vacant still, and she just wanted Anthony Lockwood back.
"Please? It'll be so much better if we're working together! You can come and live here, and your parents are still next door so you're not too far away, and we'll go on cases together, and it'll be great!"
Y/n had shaken her head, fear creeping up her spine. He'd grown a death wish recently, and although he vehemently denied it, she'd seen how he didn't seem to care about his personal safety when on cases led by the trainers.
"Anthony, you can't do this, please. You're gonna get hurt," she pleaded, hoping he'd come to his senses. If he wasn't so broken, she'd say yes, gladly, and work with him as they had always planned they would. But he was broken, and this job could destroy him.
"What, do you think I can't do it?" His brow furrowed in confusion, and Y/n could practically feel his guard start to go up.
He'd never done that with her before.
"It's not that, I just don't want you getting hurt. You're my best friend, Ant, and I don't wanna lose you."
"You won't lose me," he'd raised his voice slightly, pushing off of the kitchen counter as he got defensive. "You've seen me," he swept an arm out, referencing the training missions. "I'm the best agent they've got, and we both know it. I won't get hurt. I'm too good for that."
Y/n scoffed. "Do you hear yourself, Anthony? Do you realise how arrogant you sound? Because that's gonna get you killed." She'd raised her voice too, to match his, and she jabbed a finger into his chest.
"Arrogant? You think I'm arrogant? I thought we were 'best friends'?"
"Why did you say it like that?"
"What?"
"'Best friends', like we're not. You did little finger quotes like it was sarcastic."
"You always do this! Make something out of nothing!"
"What?" Her eyes narrowed. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You tell me! You're the one saying I'm gonna get killed when I'm the most skilled agent we know! Why can't you just trust me?!"
"Because you will, Anthony! You will get yourself killed, and I can't let that happen! You can't start a company, just join Fittes, or Rotwell!"
"Fittes? Rotwell? I'd rather eat my own foot than join one of them! You just think I'm not capable of any of this, don't you? You think, that because my family is dead, I can't do this, because I should be grieving instead. Well I have grieved, and if you don't want to stay, then you can leave. I don't want you here if you're gonna keep being like this. Come back when you've sorted your attitude out." He turned his back, busying himself with making a cup of tea.
Y/n stared at him, mouth open in shock and tears threatening to fall.
"Prick. You're the one that needs to sort your attitude, not me."
She left then, grabbing her bag from the chair and scribbling a 'fuck you, Lockwood' onto the paper cloth on the table.
~~~
A year later, Y/n was working a job, and was actually somewhat happy.
She'd joined Fittes after her argument with Lockwood (she stubbornly refused to call him 'Anthony' until he'd apologised to her), and had been put in Quill Kipps' team. He was nice enough, arrogant and conceited at times, but Y/n put that down to his failing Senses and the stress of being team leader, since he was alright the rest of the time. He was more like an overworked teacher on a school trip with a bunch of primary school kids, and the bags under his eyes really added to the image.
It was a minor threat, Type One ghost that was giving an old lady the creeps, but they'd been waylaid on their way back to Fittes by a group of ghosts in the park, and two figures struggling to fight them all. There had to have been around twenty to thirty ghosts (all Type Ones, but they were angry), and when Kipps wondered aloud who would be so daft as to take them on, Y/n sighed, knowing exactly who would do it.
The Fittes team had jumped in, using the remainder of their flares and energy to help, and Y/n found the source, securing it quickly and efficiently. Mass graves were never fun, and this one wasn't much better. Spreading the silver net over the area, Y/n stood, careful not to jostle it.
"We don't need Fittes coming in, thanks, we were perfectly fine on our own."
"Sure," Kipps snorted. "Because being completely surrounded by ghosts and nearly dying is being perfectly fine. Give it a rest, Tony. Go back to your house and leave the agent work to the professionals, yeah?" Y/n rolled her eyes as she got closer, but she couldn't help but agree with what her leader was saying.
Anthony Lockwood looked terrible.
She had no idea who the other boy was (although he did look vaguely familiar), but he at least didn't look like he was on death's door.
"Y/n?"
She raised her eyebrows (she still couldn't figure out how to raise just the one, despite practicing for hours).
"Lockwood."
He flinched, almost imperceptibly, but she knew him too well to miss it. Nobody else noticed.
"Why are you... Are you working for Fittes?"
"Yes." He wasn't getting more out of her, not until he apologised. Kipps was looking between the two of them, as was the other boy with Lockwood, both clearly confused.
"How do you know each other?" Kipps asked.
"We were-"
"We were neighbours. Didn't talk much outside of that." Her tone was bland, and her face nonchalant, and she turned to leave. "Has somebody called DEPRAC?" Ned nodded, waving the radio in his hand.
"Said they'd be two minutes. Should be here in a minute."
"Perfect. Can we get that tea now, Kipps?"
He hesitated, obviously still unsure about what was going on. "Sure. We'll drop the other Source off first though, yeah?"
They left, and although Y/n could feel Lockwood's stare on her back, she didn't turn around.
~~~
It was a month later that Y/n saw Lockwood again, and it was almost the same situation. Her team had been patrolling the streets, making sure the area was secure, when they'd seen magnesium flares going off. They'd rushed in, and Y/n had scoffed when she caught sight of the long black coat and flashy moves.
"Outta the way, Tony!"
The Fittes team had made quick work of the Type Two, bagging the Source and claiming the reward. Y/n felt a little bad about the money, but at the same time Lockwood needed to learn how to get control over the situations he put himself in if he wanted to keep the reward. He seemed to take on the cases that were ridiculously out of his reach, and if Y/n was speaking to him she'd guess that he was trying to prove a point.
She and her team were warming up in a cafe afterwards, one of the late night ones that opened specifically for agents, when Lockwood and his coworker walked in. The pair breezed past, and when the other boy had smiled apologetically at them and given Y/n a little wave, she remembered who he was.
"George! Wait, it is George, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah," he scratched the back of his head, and adjusted his glasses on his face. "I wasn't sure you remembered me, to be honest."
"I knew I'd seen you before, it just took me a bit to remember where from. Also it was dark the last two times we saw each other, so that won't have helped. Anyway, how are you?"
They chatted for a while, George shifting the piles of paper he had in his arms.
"Do you need to put those down?" she asked after he readjusted them for what seemed like the millionth time.
"I should probably get over to Lockwood, actually. I'm pretty sure he's burning holes in my jumper right now."
"Oh, he's glaring at me, don't worry."
"Why would he be glaring at you? You're lovely," he questioned, confused. "I thought you were just neighbours anyway?"
"Yeah. We had an argument a while back. He was a knob."
"Oh. Yeah, I can see that he would be." George nodded in understanding. "I should definitely go and join him though. We've got all this to get through," he held up the papers slightly, and Y/n smiled up at him.
"Well good luck, George. See you soon?"
"Probably the next time you save us. Lockwood has a death wish apparently. Doesn't let me research for long enough," he complained, shaking his head as he turned and left. Y/n had been right. Lockwood was being reckless, and he'd get himself, and quite possibly George, killed.
She and her team were just finishing up, with Kipps paying the bill and her other teammates standing with him at the till, when Lockwood came over. Y/n had stepped outside, breathing in the cold night air, and when she heard the door she instinctively turned to look, expecting her coworkers.
"Oh. It's you."
"C'mon. Don't be like that, Y/n."
She snorted. "You know you're proving me right, right? You keep throwing yourself into situations you can't win in, and you're going to get yourself killed."
"I'm not proving you right," he started, frown forming on his face. He'd had another growth spurt, she realised. He'd stepped closer to her, out of the way of the cafe door so that other agents could enter, and now he towered over her.
"Yes, you are. Stop being a dick, Lockwood, and realise that you're going to get yourself seriously hurt someday."
"Since when was I Lockwood to you?"
"You know when."
"True. Lovely message, by the way. Great parting gift."
"Yeah, well you were being an asshole, and it felt fitting to write 'fuck you'."
He muttered something under his breath, too quiet for her to hear.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, 'Yeah, I bet you'd like to'," he repeated, louder this time, meeting her eyes with a smug smile on his face.
"Grow up, Lockwood."
"That's not a denial."
Y/n turned to him, looking him dead in the eyes. "Yes it is." She tried to sound threatening, but that was difficult when he was nearly a whole head taller than her. She was saved by her team coming out of the cafe, and she shoved her hands in her pockets, hunching her shoulders against the chill.
"You alright, Y/n?" Kipps asked, concern for his colleague appearing on his face.
"Yeah, fine. Let's go."
~~~
Those meetings kept happening, and it was beginning to frustrate Y/n.
Lockwood had started being more flirty, as if he actually enjoyed getting on her nerves, and the past year had been exhausting.
It was the same every time.
Y/n's Fittes team would be patrolling, or coming back from a job, or heading to a job, when they'd see two figures, or their flares, or hear their shouts, fighting an incessant number of ghosts. The group would jump in, joining the fight, and somehow Y/n and Lockwood ended up next to each other. She was certain he engineered it that way specifically so that he could irritate her with his comments, and that just irritated her even more. What he said was always the same thing, too.
"Do you come here often?"
"We have to stop meeting like this."
"What are you doing after this?"
When she told him to shut up and focus on the job, he'd ignore her, or answer with something just as bad.
"Make me."
"I'll stop talking if you join me later."
Both of those were said with smug smirks and winks, and Y/n went home to her crappy flat close to the Fittes building (she couldn't stand being near him after the argument) every night wondering what the hell had happened to her old best friend.
The last case had been particularly annoying.
The same routine had occurred, but this time there were three of them.
Y/n was surprised to see the girl, but as soon as she saw her fighting she decided that she liked her. She was feisty, and from what Y/n could tell, didn't take any of Lockwood's shit. She looked like the sort of person Y/n would be friends with, or at least get along with, like with George (they had limited contact outside of saving them).
But then the Fittes team had helped, and Lockwood hadn't come near Y/n.
She was glad in some ways, it meant she didn't have his incessant flirting in her ear, and she was glad, until she looked to see where he'd gone.
He was side by side with the girl, and they fought together like they'd been doing it their whole lives. For some reason it annoyed Y/n, despite the fact she'd sworn to block out any feelings for Lockwood other than annoyance and hate, and she grumbled the rest of the night. Kipps picked up on it, and questioned her.
"What's up with you? Surely you'd be happy that Tony left you alone?"
"Yeah, I am. It's something else, don't worry."
"Alright... well, don't let it get to you too much, yeah? We need you focusing on missions, you're too good at what you do."
Y/n nodded, flushing slightly at the compliment.
They made it to the cafe just as Lockwood and Co did, and Y/n bristled at seeing the three of them laughing together.
Well, at seeing Lockwood and the girl laughing together.
George she was just happy to see, he was always nice to her back when he worked at Fittes, and when they passed each other in the Archives or finished jobs together, and she didn't think she could ever be mad at him.
Lockwood and his new colleague, however, she could justify.
"Oh, hi!"
Ugh, she was nice. That made disliking her even harder.
"Hi," Y/n forced a smile, hoping it didn't look too fake.
"I'm Lucy," she said, coming closer to Y/n as the two of them trailed behind the others.
"Y/n. How long you been working with him then?"
"Uh, about a week? Do you... do you not like Lockwood or something?"
"What makes you say that?"
"You just... said 'him' like you wanted to rip his head off."
"Oh. Well, that's one thing I wanna do to him."
Apparently Lockwood tuned in to their conversation at that specific moment, because he turned around, smirk already in place.
"What are the other things you want to do to me, Y/n? I'd love to find out later. My place or yours?"
Y/n scoffed, pushing past him to join her teammates. Behind her she heard a thump, followed by a small "Ow!" Assuming that Lucy had hit him, Y/n smiled, and started liking the girl again. Maybe she wasn't as bad as she originally thought.
~~~
It had been nearly two years since Y/n had first met Lucy, and her second impression of the girl had stuck.
They'd saved Lockwood and Co far too many times since the girls had first met, but Y/n didn't mind. She enjoyed seeing Lucy and George (and Lockwood, but she wouldn't tell anyone that), and if getting involved and having to suffer Lockwood's chatter meant that the three of them lived another day, Y/n would gladly take that sacrifice.
Y/n and Lucy met up regularly in the down time that they both shared, either at Y/n's flat, or in a cafe or shop somewhere. Sometimes George came along, having snuck out under the pretence that he was researching at the Archives, and the three of them had lengthy chats about pretty much anything. Lockwood came up in conversation a lot, of course, given he was something they all had in common, but Y/n always steered away from the subject.
Tonight, however, she wasn't getting let off the hook.
"Why do you always do that?" Lucy asked, stuffing a chip in her mouth. They were sat on the floor of Y/n's tiny kitchen, take away boxes of food in front of them.
"Do what?"
"Whenever Lockwood gets mentioned you start talking about other things. Why do you do that?"
Y/n shrugged, eating some of her own food. "'Cause he's a knob and I don't want to think about him more than I have to?"
"He's always flirting with you though, and you always flirt back."
"Thanks for the observation, George. And I do not flirt back!"
"Oh you totally do, like earlier, right, he was saying something about how your uniform really compliments your complexion or something, and you look really good in it, and you said, wait, George, you take over, I need a drink," Lucy spoke.
"You said 'thanks, I look better without it', and winked at him. I had to physically push him out of the way of a ghost because he was stood staring at you like an idiot."
"He always looks like an idiot," Y/n mumbled, cheeks going red.
"George is right, he's actually gonna end up hurting himself if you two don't get on with it soon."
"He's at risk of death anyway! And get on with what?"
"Snogging," Lucy said, at the same time George said "Making out."
Y/n stared at her friends, hand pausing halfway to her mouth, chip in between her fingers. "What?!"
"Seriously, there's so much tension I could slice it with my rapier. Just stick your tongue in his mouth already."
"Lucy!"
The girl just shrugged. "We are seventeen, you know that right? I know people who've shagged at seventeen. I'm honestly surprised the two of you haven't yet, which is why you need to get on with it."
"That would be... no, that's too weird."
"Why is it weird? He's your old neighbour, you had an argument about something petty probably, and now he's flirting with you 'cause he's realised how hot you are. If he doesn't kiss you I will, just so I can say I kissed the hottest girl I know."
"Aw, thanks Luce. I'd rather kiss you than him, to be honest."
"The bar is low. He's punching."
"Definitely. You alright George?"
"I don't understand girls," he replied, having been quiet the last few minutes while Y/n and Lucy went back and forth. "What did you argue about, anyway? Because you've held a grudge against him for at least three years now and I have never known why."
"Was it petty?"
"No, Lucy, it wasn't petty." Y/n sighed, taking a break from eating. "He... We were fourteen, just finished all of our training, and he told me he wanted to start his agency."
"That is kinda petty though."
"Lemme finish. I don't know how much he's told you about his family," she paused, looking at the other two.
"Not much, but we know they're all dead."
"Yeah, and he showed us Jessica's room."
Y/n raised her eyebrows. He'd kept that room stubbornly locked since she'd died.
"Right. Well, a week after her funeral, he told me he wanted to start training to be an agent. We were nine, and he was definitely not okay at all. Anyway, we did it, and then like I said, when we'd finished, he told me he wanted to start an agency in his house and he wanted me to join him. He was still not himself, and I was just worried that he was going to end up killing himself. Hell, he'd almost hurt me a few times in training. We were the top two in our academy, so we ended up fighting together a lot. But he'd get... intense. Focused. But not in a good way. It was like... he saw anyone he was up against as a ghost, and he wanted revenge for what had happened with his family. We argued about the agency. I told him something about how if he did it he'd just end up hurt, because I knew him and I knew that he wouldn't think he had anything to live for. He took that to mean that I thought he was incapable, and he told me to leave and that I could come back when I'd fixed my attitude."
The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes, Y/n staring at her take away box in her lap, George and Lucy absorbing everything she'd told them.
"Fuck," Lucy finally said, breaking the quiet.
"Yeah."
"Wait, so you weren't just neighbours?" George asked. "You must have been closer than that if you knew him so well."
"Best friends. We're the same age, and our parents had lived next to each other since before we were born. Just made sense really that we were friends."
"Does he know? That you were worried about him?" Lucy questioned.
"Probably not. Should have guessed it though, given how close we were. I mean, he's seen me ugly cry at funerals, and they weren't even my relatives, they were his."
"Maybe you should talk to him? I know, I know, he needs to apologise for being a knob, but you were fourteen. I mean, it's three years on and he's still the mental age of a five year old, but talking might help?"
"Anyway, Lockwood's hopeless when it comes to women. Completely clueless," George added.
"How would you know?" Y/n frowned, not liking the way her heart clenched at the idea of Lockwood talking to other girls.
"Because he hasn't done anything about you, and you're probably the most amazing girl that's ever going to get a chance with in his life. Maybe he's intimidated by you."
"He's not getting a chance. Not like that. Don't look at me like that, Luce. If I don't kiss him that means I'm kissing you."
"Oh, alright then. I'm fine if you don't wanna make up with him," she replied, cheeky smile appearing on her face.
They left the topic alone after that, moving on to other subjects, but Y/n couldn't help but think about the boy with a death wish.
~~~
It was only a week after her evening with George and Lucy that Y/n had to help save Lockwood again (it was so ridiculous she was almost entirely convinced he came unprepared just so that he could see her).
"Miss me, darling?"
"In your dreams, Lockwood," she shouted back at him, dodging a Type Two. She gritted her teeth as she hit the ground, jagged rocks digging in and pain shooting through her side. Rolling, she stood again, panicking for a moment when she realised she'd dropped her rapier.
"Here you go, darling," Lockwood said, appearing out of nowhere with her rapier. "Do I get a reward for returning your belongings?"
"Yeah, you do, actually," she replied, getting close enough to him she could feel his breath on her face. "You get to not be stabbed by me. Duck." He did, almost immediately, and Y/n threw a flare at the Spectre behind him. Lockwood popped back up, somehow still smiling despite the utter carnage surrounding them.
"If I got hurt, would you visit me in hospital?"
"Yeah, to finish you off."
He laughed, and Y/n turned away so he couldn't see the blush rising on her face at the sound. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of something that definitely wasn't dead rummaging around where she had thought the Source for the cluster was.
Relic men.
"Lockwood?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Relic men, over by the Source. What are we gonna do about them?" She hadn't taken her eyes off of the two figures that were crouched by the oak tree, afraid that if she moved her gaze they would run off. When Lockwood only cursed, she panicked, wondering what was wrong. Normally by now he would have charged in to the fight, all guns blazing. Why wasn't he doing that now? Had he suddenly realised that she was right? Because this was really terrible timing if he had. "Lockwood?" Her voice had gone up in pitch, fear making it quiver. Relic men were nasty, and a lot harder to deal with than ghosts. Ghosts she'd been trained for.
"We're surrounded by them. They're blocking all reasonable exits."
"Shit. Okay. What about unreasonable exits?"
"What?"
"You said they're blocking all reasonable exits, yeah? So what about the unreasonable ones? Could we get out anywhere else?"
"Uh... there's a gap in the fence over there," he pointed. "But that would mean letting them have the Source. It's too powerful, we can't let that happen."
"Ugh, okay, hang on. Go and tell the others, just in case they haven't noticed."
"What about you?"
"I'm keeping an eye on these two, make sure they don't get away. I'll try and get closer, but there's a lot of Type Ones in the way."
"You'll be okay?"
"If I die you can take me on a date."
"That's... what? That doesn't make sense."
"Take it or leave it, Lockwood. Get a move on."
He left, casting a last look over his shoulder at her before disappearing into the night to find the others. Y/n felt unease creep up her spine, and she gripped her rapier tighter, her other hand hovering over the remaining flares in her belt. The relic men were still digging, and a few of the ghosts had noticed the disturbance now, moving over. Y/n frowned, a thought occurring to her.
Relic men waited until the ghosts were gone.
So what were they doing here, now? Why endanger themselves? Before she could think on it further, she felt the air shift behind her and ducked to the left just as a fist appeared in the space her head was in mere seconds ago.
Shit.
She pulled herself back up, readjusting her grip on the rapier and taking a quick glance over to the tree. Seeing the two relic men still there, Y/n whipped back around, ducking again just in time to miss the next punch. The man pulled out a knife, the edges jagged, and a wicked grin came over his face. Y/n gulped, then parried his attacks. He was relentless, swinging and then swinging again immediately after, never letting up on her. It was all she could do to keep her arm upright and strong enough to block him, and the ache in her side from hitting the ground earlier was turning into a throb that wracked her body with pain. The relic man noticed the weakness, and his grin grew wider, broken teeth showing. He became even more frantic in his attacks, and Y/n felt herself stumbling backwards over the grass. The floor was uneven, and she tripped, crashing onto her back. She got her rapier up in time to hold off the relic man's knife that had carved a path through the air to cut through her head, but he was stronger than her, and his blade was edging closer to her face. He was only using the one hand, and Y/n realised a split-second too late that his other hand was reaching for his belt, where a second knife was strapped. Her eyes widened in recognition briefly right before he plunged the blade into her side, and she let out a scream.
The pain was all-consuming, and it took everything in her to keep her rapier up, the shockwaves coursing through her body. She took a hazy note of the fact that he hadn't pulled it out yet, which was good, but her vision was blurry, which was not so good. At least if the knife was still inside her body then she wasn't losing too much blood. Her grip weakened, and she saw the other knife jolt towards her face before it disappeared, the man being flung backwards into the bushes in a flash of light. Lucy appeared, hair wild and filled with leaves, her own rapier in hand. She crouched down, pressing a hand to Y/n's cheek and checking if she was okay.
"Threw a flare at him, should knock him out for a while. LOCKWOOD! HURRY UP! Sorry, I told him to get his ass over here just now, but he's stuck with some ghosts, and they're-"
"Lucy?"
"Yeah?" Her voice was hopeful, glad that her friend was conscious enough to speak.
"Please stop talking."
"Y/N!"
She winced at the shout, and Lucy moved over to make room for Lockwood. Y/n rolled her eyes at the cuts on his face, and the gash on his arm. "You can't help yourself, can you? Gotta throw yourself into danger headfirst."
"Shut up. Can you sit?"
"Did you just tell me to shut up? Anthony Lockwood, do not tell me to shut up when I could be dying."
"Y/n, please, don't do this. Can you sit?" His voice was insistent, desperation seeping into his expression, and his glare was convincing enough that she tried to sit up. The pain in her side was too much though, and she ended up half-slumped against a tree. "Who did this? Y/n? Who did this to you?" His tone was lower now, with something dangerous in the background.
"Lucy hit him with a flare. He's over there somewhere." She waved in the general direction she'd seen him disappear in. "Anthony, where are you going?" He froze, looking down at her from where he now stood. The full moon was behind him, and he looked otherworldly in the silver light.
"Lucy will stay with you, okay? Just hang on. I'll be back in a minute. Don't die on me now, Y/n/n." He softened a little at the last part, trying to convey a million emotions in a few words.
"Wait, I'm staying here?"
"Yes, Lucy." And with that he left, stalking in the direction Y/n had pointed him in.
"You alright?"
"Brilliant, thanks Luce," Y/n replied, and then she promptly passed out.
~~~
A soft beeping woke Y/n up, and the harsh light above her and the sterile smell in the air immediately told her that she was in a hospital.
That didn't explain the warmth in her left hand though.
Blinking as she adjusted to the bright light, she turned her head to the left, and had she not been drugged up on painkillers she would have reacted much more quickly and jerked away.
But she was drugged up on painkillers, so instead she just stared at the boy asleep in the chair next to her bed.
Anthony looked peaceful when he slept, he always had, but he didn't look particularly comfortable right now. His right hand was holding her left, and he'd managed to pull one of his long legs up onto the chair, bracing his forehead on his knee while his left arm dangled off the side of the armrest. Yeah, he couldn't be comfortable like that. She squeezed his hand lightly, but he didn't wake. A nurse came in, and upon seeing Y/n awake, smiled.
"Your boyfriend must love you a lot. He hasn't left your side since you came in. Rode in the ambulance with you too, which he wasn't meant to. Paramedics said he was very insistent and needed treating anyway, so they let him. He's been really worried about you." Y/n was on too much morphine to fully comprehend what was going on, and her brain had stopped working properly at the word 'boyfriend' anyway.
"Oh," was all she said, and the nurse smiled, going through her checkups. Y/n drifted in and out of consciousness for half an hour before Anthony woke up.
He blinked a few times, just as she had, stretching like a cat, long limbs going everywhere but never removing his hand from hers. His grip only tightened, and when he saw her watching him with a small smile on her face, he returned it.
"You're awake."
"No, I'm dead," she deadpanned. "Obviously I'm awake, idiot. If I died I'd have to go on a date with you."
He frowned. "Would that really be so bad?"
"Yeah. You should be going on a date with me, not the other way around."
He laughed lightly, more an amused exhale than anything else. "You are so drugged up right now."
"Yep," she replied, popping the 'p'. His thumb was stroking across her hand, and Y/n wondered if he knew he was doing it.
~~~
"Ugh, do I have to live at yours? What's wrong with my house?"
"You live on the fifth floor and there aren't any lifts. You were also specifically told not to climb too many stairs."
"Yeah, but your house has almost as many stairs as my apartment building, so what's the difference?"
"The difference is that I can look after you here, because I live here. Don't touch that, it's still healing, and- ow!"
"Oh shit, sorry. It looks healed."
"Yeah, well you're not the only one that got stabbed, alright? Here, let me get the door."
Anthony sprung up the last step, fishing the keys out of his coat pocket and unlocking the door. Y/n followed behind, wincing when the movement up the stairs put pressure on her wound. She'd been in hospital for two weeks once she'd woken up, and had been told to stay at home until she was properly healed. Anthony had taken on the role of carer immediately, and the nurses had all mentioned (multiple times) what a good and loving boyfriend he was, looking after Y/n the way he was, despite his own injuries.
Neither of them had denied it.
Once inside 35 Portland Row, Y/n took a look around, and was surprised to see that it had barely changed in the last three years.
"Right. Tea? I think George has just put the kettle on."
"Anthony?"
"Yeah?" His smile was tentative, clearly not wanting to scare her off when she'd just started calling him by his first name again.
"Please don't make me sleep on the sofa. Because that looks like the same one your parents got when we were four and I remember how uncomfortable that one is." She pointed to the sofa in question, and he shook his head.
"No, you're not sleeping there. What sort of a boyfriend would I be if I let that happen?" he joked, and Y/n felt her heart flutter at the idea. "You can sleep in my bed, alright? It's only one flight of stairs, which will hurt, but it'll be good for you to get the exercise in, make sure you're healing properly."
Y/n frowned. "Where are you sleeping if I'm in your bed?" She half expected him to say that he'd be right next to her, but he smiled softly again.
"Sofa. No, don't look at me like that, I've slept in worse places."
"What worse places? Ant, you've got to look after yourself! God, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."
She started making her way up the stairs, huffing from the effort. She was tired, despite having spent just over two weeks lying down, and it was already late in the evening.
"It doesn't matter, alright? Just... let's just get you to bed, okay?"
"You're sleeping in a bed, and that's that."
"You are so stubborn sometimes."
"So are you!" She made it to the half landing, and hobbled over to the door she remembered being Anthony's. "You still in here?" At his nod, she pushed the door open, going over to the bed and sitting on the edge. "Seriously, this bed is big enough for the both of us. I'm not letting you sleep on the sofa, Ant. It's super uncomfortable."
"Won't that be... I don't know. Won't that be weird?"
"Why would it be weird?"
"Because we haven't... we're not... you don't like me and I'm scared you're going to murder me in my sleep."
"You... what? Uh... okay. I'm not gonna murder you in your sleep, Ant. One, that's completely dishonourable. I would do it while you were awake so that you could look into the eyes of your killer. Two, I do like you, I just also need you to apologise. For what you said."
"You want me to apologise? I was just defending myself, because I was hurt by what you said. You made out like I wasn't capable and that stung, because you'd always been my biggest supporter."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Anthony. I wasn't saying that at all. I was worried about you because you weren't yourself after Jess died. You were... I don't know. You weren't you, and it freaked me out when you said you were starting an agency, because it's a crazy thing to do! You sort of became a shell of my best friend, and disappeared, and I was worried that you would die and I would lose you because you wouldn't care about living anymore. I know that you are perfectly capable of fighting, and you're one of the best swordsmen I've ever met, but you're an emotional wreck, Ant."
He was quiet for a bit, staring into space as he thought about her words. Y/n sighed, lying down on the covers and closing her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She felt the bed dip next to her as he sat down. "I'm sorry. I said some horrible things to you and you had every right to leave. I don't have an excuse for what I said, and if you want to leave tomorrow morning then I'll help you move into your flat again. But I just... I'm sorry, Y/n/n."
Y/n sighed again. "I don't want to go. I've missed it here," she admitted. "And yeah, you were an idiot and an arse, but you're my idiot, alright? You have a lot of grovelling to do as well." He nodded rapidly, and a secret smile spread on his face, one of the ones he showed her and nobody else.
"Your idiot?"
"Yes, Anthony. My idiot." They smiled at each other, soft and gentle. A thought occurred to Y/n, and her brow furrowed. "What happened after I passed out in the park? All I remember is you looking murderous and asking who stabbed me."
"Oh, right." Anthony looked away, blush creeping up his neck.
"What happened?"
"He's not coming after you again, if that helps. Or anyone. DEPRAC completely purified the area."
Y/n gaped at him. "You killed him?"
Anthony shrugged. "He hurt you, badly, and you could have been killed. If Lucy had been a second later..." He trailed off, eyes clouding over slightly.
"Ant?" Y/n pushed herself up into a sitting position, wincing at the stab of pain that shot through her in protest.
"Hmm?" he turned to look at her, and his eyes went wide when she slid an arm up around his neck.
"Lucy and George think that we need to make out."
"They, uh... they what?"
"They think that we need to make out."
He swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between hers, trying to figure out what was going on. When he spoke, it was in a hoarse whisper.
"What do you think?"
"I think we should listen to them. They're normally right about things. What about you?"
"Uh... okay?"
Y/n hesitated, suddenly unsure.
"Ant, do you want to? Because if you don't that's totally fine, I just assumed that you felt the same as me, and we were both fine with the hospital thinking that we're dating, and I genuinely really like you, and I probably love you-" she was cut off by his lips on hers, slightly chapped but still soft.
"I do want to, I'm just hopeless around girls, especially the ones I've loved since I was about ten." He'd barely pulled away, his nose brushing the side of hers, breath fanning over her lips.
"George was right about that too, then," she murmured, kissing him again. "He said you were hopeless with women."
"Thank god. I thought he knew I've been in love with you for years."
"Oh you're in love now, are you?"
"Started about seven years ago, but sure." He pushed forward again, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek as he kissed her softly and slowly.
"Is that why you flirted with me?"
Anthony flushed, nodding slightly. "In my defence I am completely hopeless with pretty girls, and I wanted to know if there was any chance of you sharing my feelings."
Y/n kissed him again, short and sweet. "I love you, Anthony Lockwood. Just look after yourself more, yeah?"
"I love you too," he replied. Y/n prodded him in the side.
"And?"
"And I'll look after myself more," he said, smiling. "Anything for you, anytime."
They kissed again, for longer this time, exploring each other and being mindful of their injuries, and Y/n thought she could happily spend eternity wrapped up in his arms
"You're definitely not sleeping on the sofa," she said when they paused for air a while later.
"If you say so," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. She smacked a hand against his chest, face going red at his implication.
"Not like that, idiot."
"Your idiot," he smiled, pure joy on his face as he pecked her lips.
"My idiot," she replied, mirroring his grin.
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RULE FOUR: Don't Fall In Love
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Y/n and Niki kissed.
They kissed. On the mouth. And Niki has no one to talk to about it.
According to him and his stupid lie, he had his first kiss a month ago, with Y/n, watching the sunset. If he suddenly starts freaking out about his first kiss now, his friends will all know that he made the first one up and the whole lie will be revealed.
Niki momentarily considers confiding in Eunchae but the idea is short-lived after the quick realisation that she will rip him to shreds. In a dilemma, the boy turns to the only other person he would be even slightly vulnerable with - Kim Jongseob.
“I'm not giving you any more money, Riki. I told you, the school vending machines are overpriced and the Kit-Kats aren't even that good.” Jongseob sighs, trying to quicken his pace and out-walk Niki. Unfortunately, due to Niki's long legs, he catches up almost immediately.
“What? No, this isn't about that.” Niki shakes his head, grabbing Jongseob's arm and leading him in the opposite direction. “Dude? I've got flute practice!” Jongseob exclaims, only earning an eye roll from Niki. “Fuck your flute teacher, this is more important.”
As the rest of the students clear out and go home for the day, Niki pulls Jongseob to the side of one of the now empty corridors. “I need advice about Y/n.” He states plainly, causing Jongseob to look at him with a deadpan expression. “That’s what you wanted to talk about?” There’s an irritated tone to Jongseob’s question. “Can’t you ask Sunghoon or something? He’s literally in a relationship.” Niki scoffs at this suggestion. “Sunghoon gives the worst relationship advice known to man. Besides, he can’t know about this, so I figured I’d ask the next best person.” 
“I’ve never had a girlfriend?” Jongseob looks at Niki, puzzled. “That doesn’t matter, we’re talking about me, here.” Niki waves off, only adding to his friend’s confusion. “Okay… what did you need advice on?” 
Niki’s face heats up at the thought of what he’s about to admit to Jongseob. It’s not the fact that he hasn’t had his first kiss yet (or hadn’t until yesterday). But the fact that he is about to admit that his relationship is fake causes embarrassment to pool in the pit of his stomach. Still - he needs to talk to someone about this before his thoughts and feelings eat him alive.
“I kissed Y/n.” Niki blurts out, not sure how else to bring up the topic. Jongseob raises an eyebrow simply at Niki, “Okay? You guys are dating.” He states as if Niki had forgotten the fact. “Well… that’s the thing… we’re kinda not actually dating.”
Jongseob has never been more confused in his life. “My friends have been giving me shit for being single and I kinda snapped and told them that Y/n and I were together.” Niki admits. “Why the hell would you do that?” Jongseob asks, laughing slightly at his friend's stupidity. “I don’t know! You should know by now that I say shit without thinking.” Niki frowns, earning a sigh from Jongseob.
“Okay - so let me guess, you're freaking out because you're starting to catch feelings?” Jongseob reads Niki like a book, sighing when he sees Niki's sheepish smile. “You're insane.” He adds. “I don't need you to belittle me! I need you to tell me what to do.” Niki whines, stomping his foot like a child. “Just tell them! The worst that can happen is they don’t like you back and break up with you - well, fake break up. And that would have to happen eventually anyway since you can’t just pretend to date for the rest of your lives so, really, you have nothing to lose.” Jongseob attempts to reason.
It falls silent between the two as Niki takes in Jongseob’s words. “Don’t tell me you were considering fake dating Y/n for the rest of your life?” Jongseob asks, his eyes widening slightly. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind…” Niki mumbles, Jongseob releasing yet another sigh in response. “You’re hopeless, dude.”
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To say Niki was surprised to see Y/n waiting outside his classroom before lunch would be an understatement. “Uh… hey Y/n, what are you doing here?” Niki asks, cringing at his awkwardness. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his question. “Aren’t we going to have lunch together?” They ask.
Lunch? Niki had completely forgotten about lunch. He assumed Y/n wouldn't even be talking to him today - let alone spending time with him like everything is completely normal.
“Oh.. haha, yeah. Slipped my mind for a second. Let me just grab my bag.” Niki laughs. “It's on your back.” Y/n points out, holding back their laughter as Niki's eyes widen. “Oh yeah… tricked ya!” He says, ruffling Y/n's hair before striding off down the hall.
Y/n quickly runs after him, slipping their hand into his once they've caught up. The action causes Niki's heartbeat to quicken - a simple touch sending his brain into overdrive. This is going to be a long lunch.
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It's silent between the two when they finally sit down on the bleachers - their usual lunch spot. Without a word, Y/n pulls their hand from Niki's and begins eating their lunch. Sighing at the lost contact, Niki does the same.
“Look Y/n… I think we need to talk about-”
“I'm so sorry!”
Y/n cuts off Niki's sentence with their sudden outburst, causing the boy to turn to them, confused. Y/n's head is practically hung in shame as they look at Niki, a small frown on their lips. “We agreed to just kiss on the cheek and that's what you were doing but I turned at the last minute and practically stole your first kiss. I'm so sorry, Riki.”
Niki looks at Y/n, puzzled. “Uh… I'm not mad, Y/n. It was an accident.” Niki’s words do little to ease Y/n’s feelings. “Well, yeah, but it was your first kiss. And I just took it from you like it meant absolutely nothing. You were probably wanting to have it with someone really special.” Y/n mumbles. Niki finds it adorable how much meaning Y/n seems to put into a first kiss. He didn’t care nearly as much as they were making him out to. And besides, to him, he technically did have it with someone special - they just didn’t happen to know.
“Well… if we’re going by that logic, then I stole your first kiss as well. So we’re both to blame.” Niki shrugs. Trying to ease the atmosphere, Niki gently nudges Y/n with his shoulder. “Cheer up, it was an accident, Y/nnie.” Y/n laughs dryly, looking up at Niki for the first time throughout the entire conversation. “You’re right… we can just forget it happened.” They smile.
Wait. That’s not what Niki wanted.
“Haha. Yeah, right.”
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“Okay… what happened?”
Y/n doesn’t know whether to be grateful or displeased with how easily Danielle knows them. She can pick up on any change in emotion - no matter how small. It’s great for when Y/n needs someone to talk to but not so much when there’s something on their mind that they don’t want to talk about.
Sighing, Y/n looks up at their friend. They know that the frustration is evident on their face, based on the way Danielle’s lips turn downwards into a slight pout. “Talk to me, Y/nnie.” She whispers, careful not to be caught talking by Mr Yoon.
“It’s complicated.” Y/n whispers back. Just as Danielle is about to ask further questions, the sound of someone clearing their throat snaps the two out of their bubble. They turn to see Mr Yoon standing next to their desk, a slightly disappointed look on his face as he looks down at them with a quirked brow.
“Y/n, you can tell Danielle all about your boyfriend later.” Mr Yoon jokes, causing Y/n’s face to burn bright red. “Now, unless you want me to join in on this little gossip session, I suggest you get back to work.” He adds, tapping the desk with his finger before walking back towards the front of the classroom.
The last 15 minutes of class feel like they drag on forever as Danielle continues to try and get information out of Y/n. However, scared of getting caught again by Mr Yoon, Y/n ignores her pleas.
Finally, the bell rings for the end of class and Danielle practically drags Y/n out of the room. “CODE RED, CHAE!” Danielle calls to their third friend as the two walk towards their usual table. Danielle pushes Y/n to sit next to Eunchae before sitting on their other side, successfully trapping Y/n between the two of them.
“I think it’s about N-I-K-I.” Danielle spells out. “You can say his name, Dani. He’s not a curse.” Y/n rolls their eyes, causing Danielle to shrug. “I’m just being careful; maybe you’re sensitive.”
“I’m confused.” Eunchae says, earning a sigh from Y/n. “You and me both.” It’s silent between the friends for a moment before Y/n finally relents, sharing everything that’s gone down with Niki.
“We kissed. It was an accident but it still happened. And now everything is weird.”
Well… that certainly wasn't what the girls were expecting. “Weird… how?” Danielle asks. “Like, not how we used to be. It’s like neither of us know how to act anymore.” Y/n sighs, earning a stifled laugh from Eunchae. “Oh my god, you guys are so hopeless, it's adorable.”
Y/n furrows their brows at their friends' words, their heads tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?” They ask. “You guys are acting weird because you like each other.” Eunchae points out, her words causing Y/n's face to immediately flush a bright red tint. “What? No, we don't-”
“Oh my God, you're right! The only thing separating the fake relationship from a real one was the kissing. Now that you guys have crossed that boundary, you found out that it's not really fake anymore and neither of you know what to do.” Danielle exclaims, clapping her hands as if she's just solved one of the world's greatest mysteries. “Uh.. I think the thing separating a fake and real relationship is the feelings.” Y/n replies, only to be waved off by their friends. “Don't play dumb, Y/n. Those are obviously there.”
“Think about it. What are either of you getting out of this? It's basically just a relationship trial run. Eunchae points out. “Okay, even if I did have a crush on Niki - there's no way he'd feel the same.” Y/n sighs. “Oh babe, you're blind.” Danielle laughs. “Do you think he just runs around, playing boyfriend for everyone?” 
“You can find out for yourself if you don't believe us.” Eunchae shrugs, causing Y/n to look at her confused. “Pay attention to how he acts around, what he says and does. Then you'll see.”
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Y/n assumed Eunchae's words were a load of rubbish. Sure, Niki is sweet and all but there's no special treatment or obvious signs that point to him liking Y/n anymore than a friend.
That’s until Y/n sees him waiting outside their classroom, his school bag slung over one shoulder and another mysterious bag in his hand. Niki looks up with shining eyes as he hears y/n approaching.
“Are you ready to go to the library? I already grabbed all your art stuff.” Niki smiles, the action causing Y/n's heart to swell. “You grabbed all of it?” They ask in awe. Niki nods simply. “I might've forgotten something, though. You can check if you want.” He says, going to open the bag before Y/n stops him. “I'm sure I can use whatever you got. Thank you, Riki.” He smiles proudly at Y/n's words, readjusting the bag in his grip before the two start walking to the library.
Now that Eunchae has mentioned it, Y/n can’t help but pay attention to all the little things Niki does for them. The way he absolutely refuses to let them carry their own bag. How he makes them walk on the side of the path furthest from the road. Things they wouldn’t have even batted an eye at previously now cause their heart to flutter. Even the way he sits there, tapping away on his phone, Y/n can’t help but watch him in admiration.
“Y/n?”
The sudden call of their name snaps Y/n out of their thoughts. They look up to see Niki looking down at them, his head tilted slightly with confusion. “You were spacing out.” He speaks, gently poking the space between their eyebrows - his touch easing out the tension Y/n hadn’t even noticed was there.
Come on, Y/n. Get your act together!
Just one day ago, everything was perfectly fine between the two of them. Now, one kiss and some newly discovered feelings later, it’s as if Y/n has no idea how to speak to Niki. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just a little distracted is all.” Y/n mumbles. “You can’t think of what to draw?” Niki asks, his question causing Y/n to shake their head with a small pout. 
“Do you wanna watch me play Minecraft?” It’s an odd question - Y/n’s not entirely sure how it’s supposed to help. They find themself agreeing nonetheless, pulling their chair up next to Niki’s. “I’ll give you a tour of my world - maybe it’ll spark some creativity.” Niki says. Even the way he talks about Minecraft somehow gets them blushing.
As Niki begins to play, Y/n can’t help the way their body naturally gravitates towards his warmth. Is it cold in the library? Or is it just the already close proximity increasing Y/n’s need for physical contact? Either way, Y/n finds themself leaning closer to Niki, their head moving to gently lean on Niki’s shoulder as their eyes focus on the phone screen. Niki adjusts slightly in his seat, the movement causing Y/n to immediately pull away. Just as they’re about to mumble an apology, Niki’s hand moves up to gently cup the side of their head. Without looking away from his phone, Niki gently guides Y/n’s head to lay back on his shoulder, stroking their hair a few times before moving his hand to its original position.
Y/n has to stop themself from screaming out loud. They push themself further into Niki’s body, squishing their cheek against his shoulder to stop any noise from coming out. It also does wonders in hiding their blushing face, something they’re grateful Niki is not paying attention to at the moment. The two sit in silence, the only sound coming from Niki’s phone as he kills spiders or whatever the hell he’s doing. Y/n’s not paying much attention anymore - their mind overwhelmed with thoughts. However, through the hazy mess of feelings in their brain, there is one clear idea that keeps replaying over and over again.
Y/n likes Niki.
Y/n really likes Niki.
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kushina/mikoto?
Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it
i'm kind of into it, as long as i am able to dodge all the people into this ship because they have a mommy complex. like i think they'd be pretty together and i like the contrast between their personalities.
also here's some rambling on how i think it would work
okay so this relies on my personal characterization of mikoto, which is based on trying to reverse engineer an interesting personality from "raised itachi, who turned out Like That" and "apparently helped her husband start a coup" and "supposedly a jounin" but also "outwardly seems like a standard housewife character"
which ends up being: mikoto is a nadeshiko yamato-esque character, who is very calculatedly a demure housewife in order to hide how cunning and manipulative she is. she didn't marry fugaku out of love or duty; she decided she wanted social power, so she married the clan heir. this doesn't mean she has no affection for him by the time they have kids, but this IS why she approached him.
this is all to say: mikoto is attracted to powerful people. she would have gone for minato if he hadn't imprinted n kushina at age 10. she sometimes gets too friendly with the younger clan heads and then has to walk herself back. she sometimes has latent sexy fantasies about the really scary people in bingo books. she just likes the idea of being able to wrap her hands around someone else's power and then making them do whatever she wants, and them not even noticing what she's doing
so her friendship starts with her being like "oh, the future hokage's future wife, i should get in on this." and then they go on a few missions together and it slowly becomes very apparent that kushina is. like. crazy strong? like. what? the fuck???? kushina has an insane bloodline limit and unlimited chakra AND she's a fuinjutsu master. one time a mission went sideways and kushina fixed it by murdering an entire platoon. mikoto is low-key obsessed. and then because mikoto played the friendship card real hard, kushina comes to her complaining that she doesn't think her bedroom life is as exciting as it could be bc both she and minato have never been with anyone else and it's just to feel kind of stagnant but she doesn't know if that's normal and WHAT IS MIKOTO SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS
mikoto: i won't be home tonight. i'm going to go fuck the hokage's wife
fugaku: uh
fugaku: have fun?
except mikoto shows up and minato is. there. and kushina is confused about why WOULDN'T he be there for their sexy affair???
mikoto: well. i
mikoto: i guess???
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@moonshynecybin I was about to send you an ask but then it got long and tumblr was all about characters limit and whatever, so, making this a text post.
I was having thoughts about the insanity that must be going on inside of Marc's brain in the forced to come out AU and then I saw your "last Rosquez sex pre-Sepang" ask and it gave me even more thoughts.
In my head, Marc is unable to have meaningless or hate sex meanwhile Valentino can go for it easily (or so he thinks until our protagonist meets Marc, anyway) so obviously, Valentino is the one who guides them into sleeping together again in 2016 (can't decide if it's as early as the tests or if maybe Barcelona makes his last reserve break or something but— details). And if he promised himself in October of 2015, that this was the last time he was having sex with Marc, but then he lets them be together again and that leads them to being caught? Well, I am not an expert in Valentino & guilt but that sure is something interesting to consider.
Do I believe that Valentino is agreeing to the fake dating plan out of guilt? Maybe just a tiny bit. For the most part it's because he cares about Marc and can't stand to see him go through this alone/in the worst way possible (not that he can recognize that at the beginning, of course, but you know).
I loved that you mentioned the idea of Yamaha telling Valentino he could deal with this alone/didn't have to go with the plan with Marc (and it would of course be easier for him). There is a part of me that wants to push things and say the photos identify Marc very clearly but like, there could be ~reasonable doubts about Vale (not to take things too far and make him too much of a "hero" here but, that's an option, I guess).
Anyway, back to what this was originally supposed to be about : Marc's brain. All considerings, things went like this :
the man he idolized all his life became his friend and then they started having sex and Marc thought they at least were friends and understood each other in the fields that mattered to him
same man betrayed him in front of the whole world and basically called him a dangerous rider that he doesn't want to share tracks with him [and obviously this leads to all the backlash Marc had to go through but I think what stung the most, at the end of the day, was the realization that Valentino thought of him like that]
at the end of the day, I don't think Marc is one to hold grudges [or I am projecting my own self here, my bad] and if Valentino comes up to him and wants him in some kind of way? of course Marc is going to take what he can have, even if he quickly realizes Valentino is not open to the two of them talking
Valentino agreeing to the two of them fake dating? it makes absolutely zero sense, there is a part of Marc that sees this as a sign of hope and it's bad because the last time Marc hoped they had a good thing going on, Valentino destroyed him in public without any kind of warning
"Risk Management is new to the Marc Marquez system" is a quote that I absolutely adore and that he let out into the world in 2023 but I can see home boy showing some kind of self-preservation in this scenario [and Marc initially struggling to be close to Vale (like you showed so well in your short post) is part Marc not being a good actor/feeling uncomfortable demonstrating PDA in public and part Marc trying to protect himself from his own feelings for Vale] [is Marc aware of the extent of his feelings? of course not, but still]
also, like, let's be real, this is the whole fantasy Marc never really allowed himself to think about and to "live" it in those conditions? yeah, not exactly easy on the heart and brain
I have no idea where I was going with all that but in any case, I know they have a fight one day where Valentino is like "Marc, you need to put in more efforts" and "I'm doing this for you" [he didn't mean for those words to come out but oops] and that has Marc calling him out on his hypocrisy.
On a very unrelated note, I'm very curious about when they have sex again in this AU (or even when they kiss, will have to think about that).
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Hi, I'm relatively new to the whole Gaylor/Kaylor/LSK universe so I'm sorry if this is a silly ask! But I'm curious to hear your thoughts on theory of Kaylor "breaking up" in 2019/20 which potentially caused folklore/evermore (both albums contain some very heartbreaking songs and feel influenced by the reality of Taylor's life at the time) and then the rumour of William Bowery being Karlie? I don't buy the whole Joe being WB so then it leaves me wondering if Karlie is indeed WB where does the break up fit in, if at all?
Also just wanted to say thank you so much for all the analysis posts and threads you do both on here and Twitter! Appreciate it very much!
Hi!
This is not a silly question at all!
In fact it is exactly THE Kaylor question of all.
And to answer this questions is really complex, because there's just soooo much.
I'm so sorry, because this is gonna be a VERY long answer...
About the "Breakup"
I personnally go back and forth as to know if they really broke up or not in 2019.
Either way, it was not for long. I think max a couple of weeks/months.
It's really difficult too, to point out exactly where this would have happened.
But if I have to guess, I would say that they might have broken up/taken a break, toward the month of August 2019 and most probably got back together toward Octobre/Novembre 2019.
What makes me think that?
Taylor when she explains the song Betty during the concert. When she points out where the event happened, she always say during the month of August.
The song August, from the teenage love triangle. The fact that she chose to name the song this. Betty is Karlie and James is Taylor. August is what happened that is "the worst thing that I ever did, is what I did to you".
In Septembre 2019, Taylor did the BBC1 performance and the Lover In Paris Concert. Both were really a shift in the Lover Era aesthetic and presentation. She wore all black, sung mostly accoustic versions, surprise songs and covers were break up songs and she looked devastated while doing this.
What makes me think they got back together then:
Back in Novembre, Taylor sarted flagging Karlie heavily again, and Karlie did the same. And honnestly, once you notice everything they did since then, it's really the only proof you need. (I will do, or try to do an extensive post on all the flagging that went on after the Lover Era, because there's just so much. (Hopefully I'll have time to do it tonight).
In the teenage love triangle, the most important part is that in the end, in Cardigan, James goes back to Betty and they end up together.
Betty is not the only song that Taylor did about that precise moment. Talking about "betraying" Karlie in some way. Long Story Short also talks about this. And ends up with Taylor going back to the person that she "betrayed".
In a Fearless (Taylor's Version) interview, Taylor talks about how her Vault Track songs haven't changed much since the moment she wrote them. Except for That's When, where she said that she changed it to be a duo. Because before she never experienced having doubt about a relationship and saying to the other person that she needed space and time and that the other person granted her this. She said that the other person saying that it's ok and being willing to give her time and space to figure herself out is what made her realise that she really wanted to be with that person. I think that this interview is SO important to all the LSK interpretation afterward. Here's the link to that interview:
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5. Then you also have The Great War that is like the ultimate confirmation that whatever happened back in 2019 is behind them and that they are together now.
Here's a post I did about this: (X)
But yeah, I think the most important part of all this, is the flagging that they did and keep doing. It's just insane how much they both flags each other and at this point there's just too much Koincidences to pretend tha it's accidental.
About Folklore and Evermore:
You are totally right when you say that both those albums are incredibly sad with a lot of hearbreaking songs.
And it's true that at first, it's really hard to listen to them and not think that they broke up for sure.
But when you sit with them for a bit and listen to what Taylor had to say about the songs in those albums. Especially during the Long Pond Studio Session, you realise that yes those albums are incredibly sad and talk about betrayal, grief, depression etc. But the story that Folklore and Evermore tell is not a story about a breakup. And to understand that, it's important to take into consideration that during that time, Taylor was going though soooo much. More than anyone should go through in their entire life. And it was more than enough, without a breakup on top, for her to be heartbroken like she seemed to be during those eras:
Wanting to come out and not being able to.
Being accused of queerbaiting by the medias because you wanted to come out and was not able to. (It really looked at some point like going back to 2016...)
Being betrayed by someone that you thought was a parental figure.
Losing 13 years of hard work, and not being able anymore to do what you want with things that YOU made.
Having your tour cancelled.
Covid and not knowing if you'll ever be able to do what you love again.
Her mother's heath.
So yeah... this was sooo much and she showed so much resillience and strenght. But I think it was more than enough to warrant looking heartbroken like she did and writting heartbreak albums. Without on top of it all, breaking up with the love of her life (wich might have happened too during a small period of time...).
I will try really hard to not do a whole album analysis here, but just point out some things, because if I do, my post is never gonna end... (edit: I failed...kind of)
Folklore:
Betty, August and Cardigan:
Like I said before, this trio tells a story of making a mistake and breaking someone's heart while doing so. But ultimately coming back to the person.
Exile:
Taylor said that this was meant to represent a fight between two lovers that were not able to just listen to the other person. They are both trying to explain themselves but both are talking over each other and in the end are not able to find common ground.
(something like that, it's been a while since I've watched the LPSS)
And this narrative fits really well with The Great War, Long Story Short and even Betty, misscommunication that led her to believe that she was somewhat betrayed and to react accordingly.
But all those songs have also in common that the two persons end up together in the end.
Illicit Affairs:
The general concensus on this song is that it is about cheating.
But the meaning of the word Illicit Affair is actually: Not allowed by law OR CUSTOMS in a country.
So I think this song is her expressing how keeping her relationship a secret is hard and taxing on her.
But she still ends up the song saying that she would still do it a million times over for this person.
Hoax:
I think this one is the most important to listen closely to Taylor's and Aaron's explanations:
Aaron:
"There’s sadness, but it’s a kind of hopeful sadness. It’s a recognition that you take on the burden of your partners, your loved ones, and their ups and downs. That’s both “peace” and “hoax” to me That’s part of how I feel about those songs because I think that’s life. There’s a reality, the gravity or an understanding of the human condition.
Taylor:
"Love that isn't just easy"
"What if I'm writing about very fractured situations? Love, a business thing that really hurt and a relationship I considered like family" " I think the part that sounds like love to me is : "Don't want no other shade of blue but you, no other sadness in the world would do" To me that sounds like what love really IS. WHO would you be sad WITH? And WHO would you deal WITH when they were sad? Grey skies everyday for months. Would you still stay?
So Taylor is saying that Hoax is not about a breakup but about facing hard times in a relationship and being there for the other, when the person is not in a good place mentally. This ties back to This Is Me Trying too.
Peace:
Taylor explained it well in the LPSS but also in her Rolling Stone interview with Paul McCartney.
How it's about being in relationship and being scared that what you have to offer is not enough because you can't give your partner a normal life like you would like.
But she also say that she's able to achieve feeling like her life is a real life by keeping her relationship private.
She also said in that interview that while writting Folklore: "I was making Folklore, I went lyrically in a total direction of escapism and romanticism. And I wrote songs imagining I was, like, a pioneer woman in a forbidden love affair [laughs]. I was completely …"
Wich is the exact definition of their relationship since 2016.
See my Love Blackout post: (X)
I highly recommend to go read that interview, especially that part about Peace, because it's really telling. As well as the conversation they have about having children... (X)
Invisible String:
This is purely a love song.
And talks about how Taylor and Karlie had so many things tying them together even when they didn't even knew each other.
It ties back to "Your past and mine are parallel lines" from All Of The Girls.
And there's A LOT of parallel lines.
Here's a post if you are interested: (X)
The Lakes:
This one is probably the most telling song of the Album.
It talks about running away with your lover.
And in the song she says: "a red rose grew up, out of ice frozen ground with no one around to tweet it".
Red Rose signify love.
So she is singing about her struggle with how her celebrity makes everything complicated and all that she wants to do is run away... but not without her muse.
And it's really loudly about Karlie. Here's a post (X)
My Tears Ricochet:
This one to me screams about a betrayal by a parental figure.
And I feel like it's really loudly about Scott.
"'Cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave"
"And when you can't sleep at night, you hear my stolen lullabies"
"Wishing I'd stay"
"And your tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years"
So yeah, it really feels like her talking to Scott about him selling her masters to Scooter.
Although her explanation of the song is that it's like going through a divorce and knowing exactly what to say to the other person to hurt them badly.
But it still really feels to me, like she is talking about Scot.
About being betrayed by your boss that you thought was family.
Ok that was a looong analysis. Again sorry, my post is gonna be a whole novel...
Evermore:
Champagne Problems and Coney Island:
She is still talking about feeling like she let down Karlie by being unable to put her first. Wich can lead back to whatever happened toward August in 2019.
Long Story Short:
It's the equivalent of The Great War of Midnights or the teenage love triangle of Folklore.
Going through a though time and thinking that you have somewhat been betrayed.
Being blinded by your emotions.
And realising that you got it wrong all along.
And ending up with your lover in the end.
Willow, Ivy and Dorothea are all love songs.
Evermore:
Is reminescing on what happened in 2019 and how over time she healed from it.
And the important part is that by the end you learn that her lover was by her and helped her through it.
Closure, Hapiness and Gold Rush:
Those ones are breakup songs, and could refer to the breakup in 2019. (although the 7 years in heaven in Hapiness doesn't quite fit).
But the interesting part about Evermore is that I think it was meant to give you the impression that they were not together anymore.
It was released when Karlie was pregnant with Levi.
Furthermore, It's Time To Go and Right Where You Left Me where released in January 2021 not long before Karlie gave birth.
And those song sserved as a big distraction because it got most Swifties to really think that Karlie betrayed Taylor and that they were not friends anymore.
And most gaylors to think that Karlie really broke Taylor's heart. Wich is kind of interesting when you look at all the other breakup songs beside Right Where You Left Me, Taylor seems to always feel responsible for the breakup and hurting Karlie. Except this one. But it's also the most clear breakup song of all of them.
So yeah, I do suspect that the album and mostly the deluxe version was meant to serve as a distraction to protect them and their child, and give Taylor the opportunity to really try to give Karlie a "normal" relationship out of the public eyes like she described in Peace.
Karlie as William Bowery:
Yes I do think that Karlie is William Bowery and I did a thread on Twitter about this (X)
So yeah.... here's my very very long post about why I think Karlie and Taylor are still together and what I think of Folkmore.
Sorry for the novel 😅
Thanks for sending me your questions! I hope I was able to help you understand a little bit better.
If you haven't had enough yet of me talking about my interpretations... Here's some more posts I did about them flagging after 2019 (X) (X) (X) (X)(X)
And those two are more about the babies: (X) (X)
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Venice anon here! I was at the premiere just for the beginning and the end and it was, in my colleague’s opinion, “the most awkward one we’ve ever worked”, and we probably worked more than 200 between the two of us. The cast walked in without much fanfare while guests were still being seated, which is unusual. There was an award being given to the costume designer and the side of the gallery where crew was seated was louder for that than for the film. The costume designer gave a very nice thank you speech to Olivia and it seemed like things were going to go well for her but by the time we came back the vibe in the room was very different. It was one of the shortest applause we’ve ever seen, with the fact that Florence just started to walk away about 2 minutes in being the complete kiss of death. I am flabbergasted that a room full of fans and crew was so cold when it came to the end, like that is THE most forgiving room you’ll ever screen your film for. I guess they were picking up on the awkwardness of the cast vibes which was palpable. My colleague called it the “cringe mist”.
As far as Holivia interactions go, the one where they briefly whisper behind Chris’ back was literally the only one before and after the film. I was standing where I could see her directly and my girl was trying but Harry was literally saying hello to anyone who would look his way rather than locking eyes with her. I saw them standing before the screening and they were in separate groups, I’m sure they must have interacted but it definitely was not date night lol. Some of the Italian girls working as ushers there were saying “we should try, he’s obviously single” or something like that.
Re the Nick kiss, they did that because in the opening scene the characters joke kiss in the same way. We all know he would have picked Chris, cmon. Who, btw, was high as a fucking kite.
In general, this film is the talk of the town but the old motto of Olivia’s namesake about all press being good press doesn’t really apply here. She made such a spectacle of this and the film doesn’t nearly hold up, and all everyone’s talking about is how insane this rollout have been. Her and Harry are the ones that are coming out of this worse, and I’m so happy he has My Policeman coming out soon because otherwise I fear his acting career might not have the longevity we all hoped.
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Dear Venice anon,
Thanks for coming back! I love your details!
Trust me, the “cringe mist” was felt all the way over here. I was dying of second hand embarrassment for H. I think everyone with eyes and a working brain could see and feel the awkward and cringe vibes. And everyone ignoring Olivia, especially Florence and Harry, was abundantly obvious!
I just hope that whatever they're doing, this marks the start of the "are they still together?" press that inevitably ends in breakup articles everywhere when the movie drops.
Olivia's got what was coming for her. She greedily lapped up every single ounce of Harry Styles' fame for herself for the past two years, and inserted herself in every single tabloid and narrative to sell this movie. Her team must SUCK, because evidently they're a bunch of yes-people, bc no way a good team would have advised her to do this knowing full well her movie doesn't hold up. Heck, the entire fandom has been saying this for years - so that's evidence enough.
I kind of love that Harry kissed Nick after the movie was shown. Everyone in attendance obviously knew his joke - but to literally the rest of the world who hasn't seen the movie yet, to them and the press, it's Harry Styles excitedly kissing his male co-star after ignoring his alleged girlfriend during her own movie premiere. THAT speaks volumes tbh.
I agree, I am SO GLAD that H has My Policeman coming bc all the press he's gotten from DWD and his interviews, paired with the film's terrible reviews would have meant certain death to his acting career otherwise. "Just another singer who thinks they can act". I'm VERY hopeful that his name and acting career are redeemed thru My Policeman. The film, and Harry's Tom, have gotten nothing but praise so far. And the fact that the whole cast has already won an award is so telling.
I knewwwww Chris was high as kite kauhgdkasjhd he looked it. Damn he had a lot on his shoulders: promoting a movie he doesn't want to be associated with, with a director he doesn't like, for a film he knows is shit, AND he was the designated Holivia buffer all day, having to sit and stand between them or next to Olivia all day long so that H could be as far from her as possible. GOD - I too would like to not be sober for that.
I'm sad for Harry that Olivia's greed, unprofessionalism and lack of directing talent affected his performance in this movie so terribly. he got no time to rehearse, as he jumped on the project merely a few weeks before filming. Had no time to work thru things with a dialect coach, flesh out scenes or receive good direction for the final takes.
Glad your friend realizes his queerness. Sad it had to be this way tho. It does remind me of when we got those god awful holivia yacht kissing pap pics - and everyone was like "ewwww Harry Styles must be terrible in bed! He has no sex appeal or knows how to touch that woman!".......which....well....self explanatory. I hope Harry gets to redeem his acting skills in a new movie where he can show that with a proper director, professional environment and adequate time for rehearsals he too can convey sexual chemistry and passion with a woman on screen. Real life tho....better step away from the stunts for a while.
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wait- if sanji was a revolutionary, does that impact his interactions with kuma at thriller bark at all? maybe he recognizes kuma and vice versa? and if he grew up a kamabakka citizen, does he recognize bon clay as well? 0_0 lots of possibilities here
Bon Clay knows to keep his mouth shut, lest we forget Ivankov has a secret of Crocodile's and Bon Clay probably knew Iva has a secret of Crocodile's before Impel Down. As for Thriller Bark that's probably why Sanji tried to take Luffy's pain(even though it probably wouldn't have worked[if ur not caught up it might not make sense]) but Zoro knocked him out. Sabaody probably makes sense for Sanji because if Kuma sent him to Momoiro, where he partially grew up, then his crew is safe.
I'm putting the rest under a read more for egg punk spoilers up through 1105 - The Height of Folly
Like when their leaving Dr. Vegapunk's island I think Sanji convinces Luffy to head to Momoiro and probably makes like four of the attack cuisine dishes to like try to help Kuma and Bonney is probably like "why do you know my Dad" and Sanji and Kuma are explaining that they used to work together when Kuma was a revolutionary. I also imagine the Seraphim are there and the crew is confused as Sanji gives Nami a map to Momoiro.
When they arrive Sabo is so excited to see them and Dragon and Iva are happy to see Kuma alive and have his humanity again as Bonney and the crew are confused about what's going on, where they are, who are these people and Luffy absolutely punches Dragon which everyone agrees with. Dragon is no one's father, not even Sabo's. But also it was a solid punch and everyone can appreciate a solid punch. Dragon complains it feels like being shot by a cannon and Iva winks that he would know what that feels like.
Sanji explains that it's probably best if Bonney and Kuma and the seraphim stay as Iva blinks at them and Kuma and Jinbei nod that yes, they are tiny over powered former warlords. Yes, it is very weird.
"I guess we can raise them, they probably won't be the worst we've raised." Iva says with a look to Sabo and Sanji.
"That's fair." Sabo says and he and Sanji nod. Koala groans and curls up with makes S-Hawk poke her.
"I did kick Saint Jupiter." Sanji says which makes Iva throw Sanji thirty feet away by the scruff of his neck and Dragon yells that it's insane Sanji can kick one of the Five Elders but not kill the royals of Germa after all they have done.
Gotta imagine that is the type of information that makes Koala scream that she's so glad that he is not her problem anymore. Sabo is screaming and chasing Sanji who is yelling about Luffy punching a Celestial Dragon their first time on Sabaody.
Also I have to imagine Robin offers a drink to Dragon and a chance to catch up because Sanji and Sabo have to know she was with the Revolutionaries. They have to.
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SUDSPOTS RECOMMENDS DREAM-CENTRIC FICS: PART ONE MAYBE
Sorted by shipping because I'm a multishipper.
Its about the PASSION its about the INTRICACIES its about the EMOTIONAL DEVASTATION.
If a fic you like isn't on here I demand you make your own recommendations post so I can reblog it and then we ALL must go insane. You Understand? You understand. Lets fucking go, lets LOVE THE PEOPLE IN THIS COMMUNITY RIGHT NOW AND TELL THEM WHAT GOOD FUCKING WRITERS THEY ARE
DESCEND INTO MADNESS. ITS FOR THE GREATER GOOD.
DRUNZ WORKS BELOW
-non-explicit fics section-
our eternal love by janies_not_here. (Rated T)
Punz and Dream being in love and their last few moments together before the destruction of the server.
Personal thoughts: I love them. I would die for them. I care them so much.
Suffering by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)
“I,” Punz repeats, “am doing this one. You did lung removal, I’ll do heart.” They look at Dream squarely, determined, though their eyes are tight around the edges. No one likes dying, but they both know how important it is to know.
Personal thoughts: how to murder me emotionally. Its about the Intricacies its about the Unethical Science Murder Experiments.
science for sweethearts by silversandstone. (Rated T)
“His name is Punz?” “Yeah.” “I know him!” Sapnap exclaims, and he sounds entirely too excited for Dream’s liking. “He’s on the basketball team with me. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes? Looks a little bit like he got thrown in the laundry by accident?” “He’s pretty,” Dream agrees miserably.
Personal thoughts: I am always a slut for modern AUs. I am bapping them with my little paws. Please kiss.
with arms unfolding by silversandstone. (Rated T) (series)
but here i am with arms unfolding i guess it isn't quite the end old partner in crime i'm going to try to fall in love with you again
Personal thoughts: PUNZ FINDING OUT ABOUT THE TORTURE. YESGOODPERFECT. THEM CARING ABOUT EACH OTHER. AAAAA
c!drunz living happily ever after by theendpoem. (Rated T) (series)
c!drunz headcanon written into short stories that follow them running away from the smp together and living happily ever after in a cabin
Personal thoughts: exactly what it says on the tin. I am a feral cat biting it biting it biting it
deadlines and commitments by sunnyscribe. (Rated G)
Dream doesn't know what he's looking for, but he finds it in Punz.
Personal thoughts: please imagine that gif of kermit spinning in a water fountain. They're taking a little nap together. They are in love.
i hope i don’t murder me, i hope i don’t burden you by nightdaydream. (Rated T)
Dream is dangerous, an enigma of a man. “So, what do you say?” Roses bloom in Punz’s lungs. They take a breath, choke them down, and return the grin that they’re sure Dream wears beneath his mask. “I’m in.” aka. punz suffers through hanahaki. it gets a lot worse before it gets better.
Personal notes: FUCK OFFFFFFFFF<=== is personally very emotional. Don't perceive me.
by his side where he belongs by ammizukii. (Rated T)
c!Dream shyfully proposes to c!Punz.
Personal notes: oh.
Just A Dip by Icechild. (Rated G)
It was meant to be just be a bath. It was supposed to be refreshing, healing, calming. It wasn't supposed to be Punz watching Dream pant and groan in pain. It wasn't supposed to end up with them realizing a blade was poisoned after it was too late. OR Punz and Dream have a bath time after a fight with the SMP and take care of each other and things go a little south.
Personal notes: I am eating concrete. I am throwing things. ITS ABOUT THE TRUST AND LOVE AND FEAR AND
love, like death, hath all destroyed by dumbgirlfriend (thelightwoods). (Rated T)
Punz and Dream have a quiet last meal before the end of the world, and Punz wants him.
Personal notes: dies a death (x40) hahahaha I love them what the fuck...
Steam by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)
There’s something almost ritualistic in the way Punz lathers soap onto Dream’s skin, their touch gentle but firm as they thumb at his flesh, their clipped nails dragging a little across his too-thin skin, careful not to worry at scabs or sores, but touching them anyway, keeping them clean. --- Or: post-Pandora, Dream's physical state is a bit too fragile for him to be able to bathe alone. Enter, stage left, Punz.
Personal notes: you think I'm normal right now but I'm actually clawing at the bars of my cage. Let me out I won't bite.
red slush and citrus shampoo by shamefulfroggos. (Rated T)
“Okay.” The two sit in silence for a few more beats before Punz drops his hand down to twist the keys and coax the engine back to life. It rumbles, faintly, and Dream watches from the corner of his eye as Punz puts the car in reverse and brings his arm up, his hand gripping the shoulder of Dream’s seat. His head turns so he can look through the back window as he pulls the car out of the parking space he turned into mere minutes ago. Dream tries not to stare. He doesn’t try very hard. -------------- or Dream has been in love with Punz for too long, Sapnap and George are tired of his shit, and Punz is a cinnamon roll who is trying to convey his feelings but failing
Personal notes: hnnnnnnn I'm gonna be honest with you I reread these fics before I put them on this post and this is making me go insane. They're so fucking in love shut the fuck upp
Not to Me, Not If It’s You by ranababamboo. (Rated T)
“Stop fussing over me.” “I will when your fever breaks,” they replied. They gestured to the stew, untouched aside from the near-spill. “Should eat that before it goes cold.” Dream rolled his eyes at the nagging. “What, gonna sit here and watch me until I do?” Punz merely raised an eyebrow. “...you’re the worst.” ——— Stubborn refusal of injury won’t slide in this household.
Personal notes: I hate them (I love them so much I am actively dying)
even when it’s raining by navyhurricane. (Rated T)
“You want to dance—” “In the rain,” Punz finishes for him, almost in a rush as though the idea has him breathless already. “C’mon, you can’t say that you have never in your life thought of it before.” Dream shakes his head softly. “Can’t say it’s high on my bucket list.”
For ruined plans and an opportunity saved, Dream has never known a love as soft as this; he knows that while he needs Punz, the other wants him in all the same ways.
Personal notes: hey do you ever feel like the chemicals in your brain just fucking change and shit while you read something because its good.
i wish to reclaim the rising by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)
Dream is quite happy with his life, despite his lack of memories, the scars and frailties of his body, and the numerous questions both raise. Then Punz, one of the gods of this world, saves his life, and it becomes clear that there is more to this - to them - than what can be seen on the surface. --- Or: it's a whole new world, and everyone deserves a chance to move on and make the most of the future. Punz has been waiting for theirs for... a long time.
Personal notes: I really wish I could just post memes and images instead of typing because I don't know how to communicate to you the level of Feral I am rn.
i miss the way you made me feel by WinterEnchantress. (Rated G)
Technoblade broke them up because duty always comes first, and he knows that the pain will never lessen, but at least he had the certainty that Dream was also...suffering. Because he's a selfish and petty man, deep inside, and he doesn't want to be lonely in his pain. Up until Dream found someone else. Up until Dream starts to heal, and all Techno can do is watch from the sidelines as Punz carefully puts broken pieces back together. All he has left is regret. or sad techno and broken up dnb + punz/dream being sweet as techno pines and suffers (:
Personal notes: !!!!!!! well thats fucked up and sad. fuck yeah lets go !!!!!!!
starshine after the longest night by voidofthestars. (Rated T)
They say almost, because there's so much missing from him, from weight loss from starvation to blatant mutilation, ears slashed and even tagged. And gods knew what else lies beneath his torn and ragged clothes. The moment Dream collapses into their arms and they close around him he keens, low and hurt like a dying animal in a cage. It's all Punz can do to keep them both upright even as Dream shakes in his arms, damaged hands scrabbling across his back and shoulders like he was afraid Punz wasn't actually there. "Holy shit, starshine, I've got you, you can't drop on me yet we're not safe yet." "Punz! Punz you're actually here! Haha, oh my god, I can't believe it!" Dream's voice cracks from emotion and disuse. It's painful to listen to, in more ways than one.
Personal notes: Don't fucking look at me don't perceive me I don't want to talk about it.
last cup of coffee by Luciddreaming_ (LucidDreamLight). (Rated T)
Local barista crushing on the cute college boy.
Personal notes: I don't have braincells anymore. Only them.
or should i walk by again? by Anonymous. (Rated T)
After Sapnap accidentally triple-books himself, he leaves his friends Dream and Punz to entertain each other at a boardwalk. This quickly spirals into a bet: Can you fall in love in one day?
Personal notes: what if... they kissed<=== absolutely deranged
green strings of magic by nightdaydream. (Rated M)
“You just work with him for money,” Quackity states, looking at Punz, and they want to laugh at how wrong the statement is. At first, sure; Dream was their client, and they were a mercenary. But as time passed, and they got closer, they came to trust Dream. And eventually, the golden ring on their finger and the matching one on the chain around Dream’s neck, hidden below his hoodie, came into play. “So, if he’s dead, which everyone else here wants anyways, you have no reason to carry out what he wants.” aka. Dream gets killed. Punz brings him back, because they’re a good partner like that.
Personal notes: they're MARRIED they have RINGS what if I shed my skin and became a skeleton.
Keep it Together by orphan_account (Rated T)
/Don’t react. Don’t react. Stay calm. Stick to the plan./ They spent hours, standing on a grassy hill, staring at the prison. /Keep it together./
Personal notes: His One Attachment his Most Important Attachment Shut The FUck
sunlight through my window by oopsie_daisyy (Rated G)
Dream and Punz are comfortable enough together to just walk into each other’s room and be. But when Dream asks him an unfinished question, Punz can’t get the implications of it off of his mind.
Personal notes: biting my own arm. Themb!!!!!! Them,,,,,
Bunker Pasta by dyinginlava (probablyaceok). (Rated T)
When Punz meets Dream after he escapes from Pandora’s Vault he notices how bad Dream looks and makes a decision.
Personal notes: They love each other did you know that. did you know. they love each other so much
Ground Zero by Oceanbreeze7. (Unrated)
Canon Divergence- what if the entire confrontation went a little faster- and they all had time to leave before the nuke impacted?
Personal notes: its barely there, but Its There and its important To Me.
Even Now by TastesLikeBakingSoda (Rated G)
Punz tries to coax Dream to bed, post-prison.
Personal notes:..........
lets take a rest by TastesLikeBakingSoda (Rated G)
Dream comes home after fighting the slime clone army and Punz gives him tickles and kisses
Personal notes: I'm being persecuted, held at gunpoint even.
-EXPLICIT FICS-
forever and always by applpudding
Dream slips his hands from Punz’s grasp and slides one around the cradle the back of his head. “Punz. Look at me.” The softness of his voice coaxes Punz’s eyes open and oh. He’d forgotten how stunning Dream’s eyes are in the daylight, brilliant viridian irises shining bright and honest, settled between soft golden eyelashes. “I don’t know if I can say it back yet,” Dream says, and for a moment Punz feels his heart sink. “But,” Dream continues, “that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I do, I really do, I promise you that.” Punz leans forwards and knocks their foreheads together. “I’ll wait,” he whispers. “However long you need, I’ll wait."
Personal notes: they need to be happy its so fucking important to me
radio lust by navyhurricane
A messy turn of events leaves Dream without a car in the middle of a rainstorm. He knows Punz is made of nicotine and bad ideas, but Dream's curiosity over Punz’s passenger seat is addicting.
Personal notes: hi they are absolutely infatuated with each other. they told me so themselves.
losing the bet by Anonymous
“Oh, I see. You wanted to lose,” Punz said in a low voice, dropping in volume, and Dream’s breath hitched in his throat. “You made that bet assuming you’d lose, huh? You wanna be my bitch that badly?” “Fuck no,” Dream spat back even as his eyes locked onto Punz’s lips. They looked surprisingly soft, pink. Dream swallowed hard. “I’m just a man of my word. I promised you, you win, you use me as you want.” “Just seems like an odd thing to offer to someone you’re not attracted to at all.” Punz stepped closed again, practically chest to chest, and he grabbed Dream by the jaw. His grip was tight, practically bruising, and he pushed Dream’s head back against the lockers. “Deny it all you want, but I think you wanted to end up here. You liked the thought of mean ol’ Punz shoving you into the lockers, huh? You want me to fuck you right here?” Dream whined, unable to speak with the hand clamping his jaw shut, and Punz huffed a snort of amusement. “You’re cute when you’re pathetic, princess,” Punz purred.
Personal notes: shaking them. they are stupid and full of kink. I cherish them deeply.
Observant by Toasted_Poison
Dream and Punz are roommates and Dream is very observant of Punz's recent behavior.
Personal notes: the comment I left on this fic probably shows how insane I am more than any words I could type here.
if you’re the reason why it’s empty, spin the fucking bottle by oopsie_daisyy
"I was about to leave when you asked me to play spin the bottle, actually,” Dream explains with a knowing smile, one that Punz reciprocates easily. “But yeah, it’s fine. Just a regular boring party, nothing too special.” “I could make it special.” Dream rolls his eyes. “I know you can. Why else do you think I would stay at some shitty party?"
Personal notes: RAAAAA WHY ARE THEY SO DUMB I CANT FUCKING STAND THEM (is holding them so very closely)
Shatter you by Anonymous
The payment is given. The plan should start any minute now. Punz wouldn't say he'd changed his mind. He never truly agreed with this plan anyway. It's good that Dream is in a good spot for listening. Alternatively: Punz is an Ender Dragon hybrid who likes gold but likes his shiny employer better so he decides to keep him. Dream's a brat and needs to be taught his place.
Personal notes: go away leave me be. I have to be really abnormal about Ender Dragon Punz. (you hear the sound of someone eating paper)
A Goat & A Coyote by ConscientiousMonster, Melpomene_Muse_of_Tragedy
A coyote pack leader finds a goat spellcaster that's been tied up in ribbons and left for death by vultures. This is furry-flavoured Drunz porn.
Personal notes: I'm not a furry but five dollars is five dollars<===this is a reference. I'm actually probably a furry.
Without End by JanetBaby99
“We’re equals aren’t we? You and me no matter what,” Punz assures. “You don’t control me and I don’t control you.” Dream lets his words wash over him, taking them in and analyzing each one. … Even after all of this, seeing how weak Dream has become, seeing how he’s fallen, Punz still sees him as an equal on this godforsaken server. ___________________ After Dream escapes Pandora's Vault, he goes to Punz who helps him through the worst of his injuries, and assures Dream that he would love him no matter what.
Personal notes: HNNNNNNNNNNNNNN THEY ARE IN LOVE,,,, THE ANGST CAN'T DEFEAT THEM,,,
all your ivory glory by eleostomercy
“You’re a cockslut.” Dream’s eyes flick up. He’s sure he makes quite the sight, knelt at Punz’s feet, knelt over a baby blue dildo, and dripping between his thighs with a hand on Punz’s cock. “What about it?” or, where dream has an idea and a need to be between punz's legs.
Personal notes: clapping and cheering and blowing the building up because its what they deserve.
twisted on my tongue by eleostomercy
I know what a sex machine is,” Punz mutters, unsteady on his feet as he rights himself by the refrigerator; the revelation is surprising, sure, but his own astonishment at Dream’s hidden possession is nearly gone. “I just didn’t think that—” “What?” Dream’s embarrassment has melted away by now, and it leaves in its place a sharp grin and gleaming eyes. “Didn’t think I would own one?” or, where dream reveals a well-kept secret and punz decides to give it his own gleaming review.
Personal notes: hey did you know that they're in love. Did you know that I'm throwing shit and maiming because they are in love.
their hungry thirsty roots by consumptive_sphinx
Punz, somewhere above him, sighs, and then there’s a flowering vine in his face and he can’t fucking breathe. His knees hit the ground again and this time Punz wraps an arm around his chest and doesn’t let go, combs through his hair with their fingers while he coughs until his eyes water. “Sorry, man,” they say, and “I know,” and “it’s alright.” Something’s fucking happening while he coughs and Dream doesn’t like drugs under the best of circumstances— they make him slow, they make him stupid, they make him off his game and he can’t be off his game— but the alarm is leeching away. It’s like trying to cling to water. By the time he can breathe again his legs feel too weak to move on.
Personal notes: hnnnn Egg fics.... my one (1) weakness....
pleasure in death by bugginmate
“Here’s how this is gonna work, sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing Dream’s too long hair out of his face. “You’re going to do what I say. I’m gonna get you all worked up and begging for me. Then when- or if- I decide to let you feel good, I am going to kill you. Do you understand?” Dream and Punz are brainstorming ways to die for their limbo research.
Personal notes: two bros, chilling in their lab, fucking around against OSHA regulations.
Scour and Scorch by FraustiButBad (FraustiNoSnowman)
“Is everything about numbers to you?” He retorts. It’s a weak one, at that, not because it doesn’t mean anything to Punz, but because both of them know that it’s almost a hundred percent true, and Punz is proud of that fact. “Yes,” the lighter blonde admits. His thumb rests on the front of Dream’s chin, and he pulls Dream’s head down to eye level; Dream has to grip the table for him to not punch Punz in the face, or throw on his jacket and leave. “It’s all numbers to me. And where does that take me, sweetheart?” Punz does everything for numbers. • Dream and Punz, musicians, classmates, enemies, friends with benefits, are everything that could be set fire to.
Personal notes: the unreliable narrator that is Dream. also kink. peoples two favorite things.
Red Sweater by Typical_Kiwi
Punz really has to go to work and Dream's making it exceedingly difficult. (Punz isn't blameless.)
Personal notes: THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. SO MUCH. SHUT UPPPPPPP
Home for the Holidays by Toasted_Poison
"So, where am I sleeping?” Dream asked, looking around the large room, the couch did look quite comfortable. Punz shook his head, opening his suitcase to unpack, “Are you playing dumb? In bed with me.” “Oh! Are we going to explore each other's bodies?” Dream teased. The dirty blond kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, placing it on the couch before his gloves joined it. He didn’t expect an answer from Punz, who was staring down at a blue shirt in his hands before looking up and smiling at Dream with a cock of his eyebrow. “If you’d like."
Personal notes: (you see an image of goofy floating in a fountain)
Play To Win by angeIofsmalldeath
He likes his roommate, he really does. All things aside, they’re relatively close and spend a decent amount of time together. Punz keeps his space neat, they split dish duty, and his rent is always on time. He’s not a bad roommate in the slightest. That does not change the fact that this is not the first time Dream has found himself incredibly annoyed on behalf of Punz and his stupid video game. Dream is sick of his roommate playing video games loudly all night long. So, they make a bet.
Personal notes: Listen. Listen. Listen. Actually Don't listen. Have you considered the benefits of shedding your skin and becoming a skeleton
i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene (you be the rest) by staged
“I wanna choke you.” Punz leans down to say in Dream’s ear, dragging his teeth against the lobe and pressing a wet kiss to his jaw. “Do it.” Dream pleads, rocking back on a harsh thrust. His eyes flutter, meeting Punz’s gaze with a forest of vulnerability, thick with desperate want. “What if I kill you?” Punz mouths down Dream’s neck, licking around the space between his fingers. It’s spoken like a suggestion, a sadistic fantasy that they want to play out. “Then bring me back.”
Personal notes: Theyre so wonderfully fucked up I would Die for them.
I miss ya, and our rendezvous by froghatter
Five times Punz and Dream made bets together and only once does Dream lose.
Personal notes: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Transactional Satisfaction by TastesLikeBakingSoda
Punz takes his payment.
Personal notes: Don't look at me go away.
candy games by Royal_Stars
Dream wants to play a game. Punz obliges. Why wouldn't they, when they get kisses out of it? It leads to a bit more than the two of them bargained for, but hey, neither of them are really complaining.
Personal notes: I am slowly sliding them both together. then they kiss. then they kiss. then they
but the damage has been done by Anonymous
After weeks upon weeks of exhaustive experimentation on the nature of life, death, and revival, Punz and Dream are both tired. One of them was bound to break. But Punz is not going to let it be Dream.
Personal notes: they are full of mental illness and so am I.
Sublime by cosmicskies
Punz will make him food. He knows what Dream needs right now. Soft touches and to be showered in attention even though he scowls and tries to send the other away every time. During the moments where Dream can think without being shouted at by his own mind, he’ll tell Punz about the things he wishes he didn’t think. How sometimes, asking to be held is the scariest thing of them all. But they’re both touchy people.
Personal notes: (you hear explosions in the distance)
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boyakishantriage · 8 months
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Humans *bickering bickering*
Alien: what's. Going. On??
Human: good question, if I had to guess. Something about fashion.
Alien: fashion?
Human1: no, I say pink and green...
Human: ... I mean, they're arguing with fancy names, colours, photos. I generally-
Alien: no. How. Why would you argue about clothing?
Humans: *freezes and starts shouting at alien*
Human: hey, what's so bad about... *Thinks* Arabic fabric?
Human4: OH DON'T GET ME STARTED-
Alien: how-
Human: generally speaking, skimming fashion blogs for key discourse points-
Alien: no. How. How do you keep doing that?
Human: do what?
Alien: Every situation, problem. You're always so-
Human: calm.
Alien: Yeah. And you know-
Human: exactly what to say?
Alien: and-
Human: it's frustrating that I somehow keep finishing sentences so simply and easily?
Alien: ... Yes.
Human: dunno, I just. Plan a lot, scaffold and have a finger in every industry. I don't bother with the changing styles, but there's always something that stays consistent in those spheres.
Alien: ... Like what?
Human: Engineering nerds, constantly arguing over hypothetical problems and best ways to fix em. Same with philosophy, IT, film and a lot of creative or functional fields. More qualitative industries it's comparisons, things and ways to make thing appear feel etc.
Alien but how do you-
Human: I don't. I just scribble notes with eight layers versus the standard 3-5 layered notes.
Alien: How do-
Human: good question. I don't remember, just. Planned until i hit a wall, then worked around it, under it and through it.
Alien: but how-
Human: I told you, we lost a lot of information. We've learnt and figured out a lot with what we have, but we've lost so much that it drives a lot of people insane.
Alien: ...
Human: but, we just. Move on, write down what we know so we don't lose more and just. Go with it I guess, but I'm special. One of a kind as far as anyone or I can tell, and yeah. I make mistakes, yeah I get scared and yeah. I'll probably get into shit for being what I am-
Alien: but that doesn't answer any of the questions.
Human: Well, I don't have an answer for you.
Alien: but. How. You're so ready and yet you don't-
Human: *shrugs* Again, we lost so much. People, memories, techniques, history. we don't now what we don't, but if we fixated on that we'd never get anywhere. Worry about something that's important but lost, or worry about something that's less important. But here *baps the alien's chest*
Alien: ... But-
Human: no more buts, think about it later. For now, you've got your job and I've got mine.
Alien: ...
I still don't understand this species, words I've frustrated by my predecessors, but. It's difficult. Humans are so diverse, complex and hard to really understand. But they are also so, simple. So, paradoxical in how two opposing nature's can work together as seperate and as one. And the human's theories, friends. Network. All of it, it just. Doesn't make sense, yet it works. And we have evidence it's not just about being a human, but not a mindset or something you learn. While I have not changed much from this, the questions this raises which nobody seems to be able to answer. From the invasion to today, the final report and attached files. Nothing makes sense.
Human: that's. Kind of the point.
Alien: ... Who is this?
Human: hacked your device, this is a program that creates a window for me to type into lol.
Alien: What. How-
Human: human nature is complicated, messy and is more a catch all term to describe a kind of mindset. Nobody actually knows how, when or what it is. But it's like hope.
Hope is a lie, we all know it, deep down. But it's about trying, to be better and try even when it's hopeless. Pointless even, it doesn't make sense because when we asked why should we,we just responded
Well, why not?
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kozuki-hiyori · 2 months
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The One About Law and Zoro
LawZo, ZoLaw,,, there's so just much to say about them
Okay, so I've talked about Zoro (saying WAY to much oops) and Law (I swear to god, I hope those links work)
These two seemingly cool and smart and put-together swordsmen, who in reality are just complete dumbasses of the slightly petty variety (Law) and the you-must-have-guardian-angel-watching-you-because-seriously-how-are-you-not-dead-yet variety (Zoro... actually, both of them, technically, but Zoro in the dummy sort of way, like damn, stop putting yourself in such situations. Or do, I guess, whatever, character and all that, plus I'm having fun hehe >:) anyway)...
Honestly, they drive me insane... every time they're together, I just...
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Okay, sorry, sorry.
Anyway, the world's quickest summary of the first two posts:
Zoro -> requires trust, protective instinct (to protect himself (emotionally) and others)
Law -> fueled by spite, protective of others
Now right off the bat there's a lovely little parallel here and that is Zoro and Law both being very protective of those they love. Neither one is going to protect themselves, but each other... >:)
(Like legitimately, if they were together, talk about "to the ends of the earth" hehe)
The one issue to this little coin of familiarity I've placed them on is in how they differ. Zoro has an absolute need for trust, because he needs people to rely on him. He needs to be able to protect the people he loves and needs those people to know that he can protect them. He needs absolute transparency and trust, and when he doesn't get it, he pushes them away (at least verbally, he tries to tell himself he doesn't care) in a bid to protect himself.
And Law (the dummy /affectionate) in comparison pushes away those he loves in the hopes of protecting them instead of letting them in on what is happening.
Basically, those two would be so insanely dedicated to each other... and by god would a fall out be insane (now that's an idea) (also not that either of then would show that dedication, they're both quite reserved/stoic, haha)
(Sorry, but it's just so interesting, like, if they were together, and Law did one of those self-sacrificial going off on my own things, like how would Zoro react to that?? Zoro dedicates himself so wholly to people, would he try to shut himself out, just "accepting" it?? Would he forgive in the aftermath? (I feel like yes, given his track record, for all that he holds on to goals, he doesn't seem to really hold grudges at least against those he loves?) To what extent? What would the relationship look like in the aftermath of that... okay I'm like two seconds away from closing this and writing a fic, I need to stop)
Anyway, anyway, they just fit so well together. The same (surface) laid-back attitude (and absolutely insane underneath), the same protective drive, Zoro and his loyalty (fitting just perfectly with how loyal the Heart Pirates are...), if Law is surprisingly bloodthirsty, actually and I don't think it really needs to be explained that Zoro is as well
(Cursed swords, swordsmen, earrings, the fact that Law calls Zoro, Zoro-ya, like fuck off seriously, my poor heart)
They really do complement each other so well T-T
(No, actually, who approved the Zoro-ya, who, please, why, why, are you trying to kill me 😭🫠)
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windsweptinred · 2 months
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Shipper tag game
Thank you for the tag @marvagon, you glorious human 💖💖💖.
What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?
None. I may not be as passionate about them as I once was. But I still hold all my past ships near and dear to my heart. I'll even occasionally nip into their tags on A03 and have a dip into newer fics.
What ship would you consider your first one?
Daiken/Kensuke from Digimon 02. I remember watching it on Saturday morning and wondering if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. That led me to discover Fanfiction.net. And the rest is history...
Your first fanfic was about which couple?
My very first full length fic was Corinthiel, posted here on Tumblr. My first fic posted on AO3 was Dreamling, and I wrote both last year. I am a very, very, very late comer to fanfic 😅. I'm honestly much more at home drawing fanart then writing. But will occasionally give into temptation, when an idea obbsessively hounds me to the point of insanity.
Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?
I genuinely can't. 😅 I remember it was probably on deviantart.
Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?
I try desperately to stay out of ship discourse. To me people's ships are their joy... And I've got no interest in being a theif of joy. If there's something I want to see more of in the fandom, like a rare pair I'm fond of, I just try and create content and hope someone else joins in (@bobbole loves you 💚🤍😅) . If it's not for me, I just keep scrolling on by.
Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?
Again, no. I've always been happy to pick and mix my ships. I have my favorites ofcourse. But I've never outright refused to dip my toe into any ship. Maybe if it ventured into an area I personally deemed problematic. But mostly, I'm happy to try anything once.
Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?
I'm currently reading Remy Lebeau x Logan fanfic from Xmen. 😅 What sent me in that direction, I do not know. But I've found some amazing new fics in and amongst revisiting some old favourites.
Currently, do you have any OTPs?
I can proudly say until recently I've never had an OTP. Being a multishipper makes that kind of hard. But I don't know, I may be in too deep with Corinthiel. I'm not sure I could picture Danny and the Second Corinthian with anyone else but each other now. (Curse you @ibrithir-was-here. See what you have wraught! 😆). Them and Charmes (Charon x Hermes) from Hades. Because why would you split up the professional associates like that?! (Again very much your fault @mashumaru 😆) , Damn, I guess I've got OTPs now. If there's an established, happy couple in canon, most of the time I'll respect that and leave them be. So I guess that kind of counts too.
Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?
Again no. If the juggernaut ship of a fandom doesn't really tickle my fancy, I'll sometimes stare forlornly at it. And sigh like a sad bohemian poet. But that's all content envy and I know it. 😆
Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?
🤔 I didn't dislike it, but I never really ventured near Corintheus until I started shipping Corinthiel. That made me backtrack and consider Morpheus and the original Corinthian's relationship from an entirely different perspective.
Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?
No I don't think so. As far as know they're all still alive, well and for the most part, living in peace and harmony in their respective fandoms.
What is your favorite crack ship?
Bookend, Destiny and his Book. The old book and chain. Living their best, grumpy old married couple, life together. @jazzy-a 🤜🤛🤣.
What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?
Most recently was Dreamling. I'm a bit of fandom butterfly at the moment, fluttering between multiple fandoms, waiting for the next all consuming passion to strike me down. I read, and reread ANYTHING Corinthiel 😅. But of all time?..... I couldn't say. I revisit so many of my ships so often.
What do most of your ships have in common?
Two bastards in love will always be my favourite. I'd love to boldly claim it's all about two morally dubious rogues, being despicable in the kinkiest ways together. 😅 But I know it's more about two people, often misunderstood and maligned... Finding a deep sense of belonging with each other. But I'm an eclectic sort and I've got a lot ships that don't fit that category I still love dearly.
What do you absolutely hate in a ship?
Absolutely nothing outright. I'll sometimes go off a ship a little once it reaches that point where fanon locks in too tight around it. But I think that's a very me problem, as I crave variation/new experiences/ideas. I'll still love the ship, I'll just know that's just my time to move onto something new and come back and visit every so often.
I'm tagging @martybaker @thelostkelpie @missingrache @thirrith @zigzag-wanderer @lucienne-thee-librarian and @tickldpnk8 and anyone mentioned above. If you want to have a go. 😁
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luvtayl0r · 8 months
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Gryffindor Party - George Weasley x Reader
Warnings - George Weasley x fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, language, protected sex, everyone has seperate rooms, and all of the basic smut factors ig?
The first thing you could hear was muffled songs being played outside of the Gryffindor common room. You and some other students finally got inside, and you were searching for one particular person.. George Weasley. You and him have been friends since Ron was in 1st year, not to mention the major crush you've had on him since about a year ago. Thankfully, you had the majority of your classes with him. You walk through crowds of people looking for a stood out, tall, red-head. Finally, you find him leaning against the wall with a cup in his hand, talking with his twin. You can't help but admire him, his features, and his body language. He notices you in the crowd and waves you over. You quickly walk over to them "hey guys" you flash them a smile "hey y/n" they say in unison.
Fred wandered off somewhere and George asked "When did you get here?" taking a sip of his drink "like ten minutes ago" you answered. Fred came back over to you both holding two drinks "so I'm guessing you didn't have a drink yet?" He asked, handing you one "thanks" you said taking it, and leaning against the wall beside George. The next two hours you two chatted back and forth and had gotten decently drunk, Fred and Angelina went off somewhere and it was just you and George now. You take the last sip of your drink "come dance with me George!" You giggle taking his hands making him turn a dark shade of pink, leading him to where everyone was dancing. You start to jump and sway to the booming song that was playing, George admired the way your body moved the beat, you looked perfect to him.
He finally started dancing with you, and you started to get closer making him put his hands on your hips. You two were so close it was driving you insane, George came closer his breath fanning your ear as he spoke "you look so good y/n..." He ran his hands up and down the sides of your hips, the words making you heat up, your body flushed against his. He whispered in your ear breathlessly, "can I kiss you?.." it takes you a second to process what he said and you slowly nod, looking into his eyes and kissing him passionately. You both are gripping at eachothers bodies needing more, he broke the kiss "do you want to go to my room?" He asked his pupils blown out in lust, you nod quickly. He took your hand and led you to his room. As soon as he shuts the door, his hands are on you again, pulling you closer.
You both are making out, tripping over things in the room trying to get to his bed. You finally make it to the bed laying down in the middle, he crawls on top of you kissing you once more. He trailed his kisses down your neck and looks up at you through his eyelashes "can i?.." He trails off, his hands going under your shirt, you let out a breathy "yes" and he swiftly takes it off, along with his own shirt. He continues to suck and kiss down your neck and chest "you are so beautiful y/n" He mumbles against your stomach, as he reached your skirt all you could let out was a small "please George.." He quickly took off your skirt, throwing somewhere across the room. He took off his belt and his jeans, leaving him in his boxers "do you have a condom?" You ask, cheeks turning red, he nodded as he went to the edge of the bed getting a condom from his drawer. While he was putting the condom on, you took off your panties (😭) and rubbed your thighs together to relieve the tension. He crawled back on top of you and positioned at your entrance, he kissed your neck as he slowly went in. You whimpered at the feeling of being stretched "I know baby.." He said leaving more kisses on your neck. After a minute you finally adjust "you can move now.." you say almost a whisper, he slowly pulls out then slams back in. You grip onto his bare back as he starts to thrust into you quicker "oh fuck George feels s'good-" he groans as he buries his face into your shoulder, slamming into you "so so pretty love" You clinch around his dick (😟) because of his words, loving how they sound coming from him. You moan when he hits that spot in you that makes you crazy "r-right there George" quietly moaning into his ear, making him go faster "fuck y/n I love the noises you make" he groans. You can feel your climax coming closer and you spread your legs wider making him go deeper, his body brushing your clit at just the right pace. You run your hands up his freckled back "i-im gonna cum" you throw your head back "me too baby.. let it all out" He moans into the crook of your neck. As he said those words you felt a rush of pleasure throughout your body, making you shake and come undone under him. He soon climaxes after you saying sweet nothings to you, you both stay like that for a moment breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. He pulled out and layed facing you, there's a moment of silence before George finally spoke "hey y/n" He said still trying to catch his breath "yah?" You said turning to look at him "i.. I really don't want this to be a one-time thing, I really like you" you smile softly, "I like you too George.. don't worry this won't be a one-time thing" you say playfully, you give him a quick kiss and lay next to him, him wrapping an arm around you.
YALL IVE NEVER WROTE SMUT BEFORE SO PLS BARE WITH ME 😭
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woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh · 6 months
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BAC: SECOND VIEWING NOTES!
Yeah i went again on sunday and really wanted to cry after because it's over forever Q_Q i am inconsolable but for the fact that there may be a halloween party... but uhhhhhhh anyway here's what I noticed this time!!
(also here's the notes from my first time for reference [x])
Ad libs:
Final show energy & lots of ad libs! Which were apparently real unscripted ad libs!! A lot of them were just little things (so I can't recount most of them) but they were very very good. the blorbos became real people for a second there
When Rich is looking for Mountain Dew Red at the party, Jenna appears and says "I have Mountain Dew Blue?" and he explodes at her (possibly "Not now, Jenna!")
When Christine and Jeremy talk together at the party, they're sitting on beanbags; after they get scared off by the skeleton guy, they're laughing and crawling back to their seats - Christine, through laughter: "oh where's the beanbag...."
Changes (?)
VIMH: Rich: "The ladies are gonna get to know the real Richard Goranski... And the dudes." Then he stares into the distance for like 30 seconds (a very long time), making calculating gestures in the air (like the woman with math meme) before going "Oh. My god............... I am totally bi!"
Maybe wrong, but I swear there was a wind part added to the middle of Michael in the Bathroom??? I thought it might be a flute or digital flute..... but as a flautist I might be projecting.....
The Play: Multiple thin green lights flickered down on people as they got squipped, with a cute video game chime sound. But fairly certain this was always there and I just noticed it this time lmao
Smartphone Hour: Background acting on the little platform at the very back of the stage: a scooby-doo esque chase sequence where a firefighter rushes on from SR and disappears SL (implied Jake's house is SL); the fireman reappears with Jake in his arms and runs back SR to safety. Then Jake runs back across to get something from his house and the fireman is trying to stop him. Then Jake runs back out of the house holding a teddy bear he saved from the fire; the fireman is chasing him back out of the house. It was fucking hilarious 10/10 especially because I couldn't be sure if it was a new addition or if I just completely filtered it out last time like a basketball gorilla dslfjdslfk
Also on Jake: between the teddy bear and the Upgrade scene (also detailed by Dani) where he's talking about archery while holding a plush duck - unsure dramaturgically if it's supposed to be a real dead duck or a toy, but anyway.... Jake who likes stuffies??? IDK if I buy it but I don't know enough about Jake to NOT buy it and its also a very fun headcanon I think so it's going on the pile for me. he can collect plushies with jeremy as far as im concerned dsljfsdkfjs
Oh yeah Jeremy also had a big white duck plush on his bed. edit: this is actually a seagull plush! Its name is Katie and it belongs to stage crew member Anya!
More details I saw this time
General
Christine actor was actually amazing she has this giggly honk voice she uses when being like obnoxiously loud and silly and idk how to describe it but such intense LOUD SILLYGIRL ENERGY. A little different than the chris im used to and it was fun to see another version of her!!
Maybe I'm insane but I think Christine also pronounced Jeremy kinda like 2 syllables (Jare - me). This extremely slight difference somehow led to me perceiving her singing "Is he worth it? Germyyyyyyy!" IDK Sorry Jaclyn if you are reading this ldksfjdlsk
Lots of times when Jeremy is talking about becoming cool he does little hip gyrations (think Rich at the urinal i guess but more subtle)
Jeremy does this thing where he holds his hand bent stiff with his fingers all together and taps hard on his right temple to express some kind of frustration with the SQUIP- e.g. when he's trying to get the SQUIP to turn on after the first day; during the end of the Halloween party, etc. Actually it very much has the same conceptual energy as "C'c'c'come on....." now that I think about it
Michael blows a cloud of smoke during a few of his entrances (MTS and maybe Halloween - or that was Dustin maybe)
He also uses a vape pen I think? When he says 'we gotta get stoned in my basement'
Preshow montage
Before the show, there's a montage of screenshots from the teens' lives on the back wall --- that is, their selfies and their text convos. Pretty sure the texts were that gossip submitted by fans? I only remember two:
"i heard that guy who wears hoodies all the time only listens to weezer" <- (I only noticed this one 'cause it KILLED ME honestly I feel like Jeremy would love Weezer and Michael would hate it sdjkfljdsf ) edit: this text was submitted by @/thesquirrelqueer!
I don't remember who was on which side, but Brooke or Chloe sending Chloe or Brooke a big comforting text after her breakup and making plans to go get ice cream I think?
MTS
"Dad haven't you ever heard of privacy?" He says this while putting on his belt after the opening.
Jeremy's actually gesturing towards his locker for like the entire conversation between Brooke, Chloe, Jenna; when they notice him finally it kinda looks like he's just pointing at them and that's part of why they think he's weird I think?
M: "Humanity has stopped evolving!" Jeremy then takes like 20 seconds of looking confused before going (approximately) "is that supposed to be good...?"
"Christiiiiiine Canigula!" Each Christine section he eventually (around 3rd time) starts using this fanboy totally-losing-his-mind-over-this voice which is REALLY hard to describe but i'll try: like lower & less articulate, like how it sounds when you raise your soft palate (?), and going up at the end kind of laugh-like like he's really excited. (For a bmc reference maybe sounds a little like will roland's tone in i even got some blood flowing / with no computer screen around). Anyway i'm not gonna lie it did make him sound really lame jsdlkfjdsf
"Why can't someone just help me out?" As Jeremy sings this bridge it's all dark except for a light on him. Students line up chairs behind him and sit down. At this line, two guys walk forwards on either side and touch his shoulders (looking kind of solemn / sympathetic) , and guide him back to sit in the chair in the middle. Then the lights come up on everyone and more group choreo wheeee
Post-ILPR MTS reprise
Christine: "Sorry, Jeremy, did you say something?" -> after this scene, she runs off giggling loudly, apparently glad to not be interrupted and VERY visibly excited about Jake asking her out
Jeremy sings "I don't wanna be special / Don't even want to survive...." (Instead of usual "Don't even need to survive.") Not sure if it was intentional but it happened at both shows I saw and made me sad both times noooooo........... guy...........
Squip song
Rich actually rubs his hands all over Jeremy's face (in addition to his arms)
"Top secret can't even look it up on the internet type shit": Rich looks to the side and mimes a rectangle (computer screen) then mimes typing where the keyboard would be
2PG
"I don't want that to be my future! Sad, and alone, and ... " - The music cuts out at "sad" instead of at the beginning of this line.
On their relationship in general, I think Michael irritates Jeremy more than fanon typically has it lol. Very excitable Michael who kinda lacks volume control (in several scenes - including VIMH even after Jeremy tells him to be quieter). Constructive interference of autism etc etc
(Again fun to see this!! as a jeremy stan i am definitely guilty of making michael a godlike perfect friend to jeremy and like.. no... they don't actually mesh that well even just in the script!! Often times Jeremy doesn't understand or care about the things Michael says. So yeah absorbing this into my headcanons now thank you)
Also back wall was this like vaporwave looking low-poly 2 person first person shooter game footage (think wolfenstein but with a very different aesthetic - purple and blue, and i think with some objects depicted in mesh).
BMC P1
When Jeremy's spasming on the ground (last time I thought he looked mostly in pain - this time he was vibrating a bit more like he lost muscle control) - local build-a-bear employee Jared Kleinman (JARED KLEINMAN...) and some other people start filming him.
Jared keeps filming him through the scene until SQUIP: "All they see is you having an animated conversation... with yourself." Jeremy turns and notices him; Jared doesn't stop filming but just waves at him nonchalantly (in a mocking way like hey buddy welcome back to reality)
Jared also has a BaB apron and BaB backpack on (or a bear sticking out of his backpack i dont remember). Pretty sure he also had a bear with him in another scene, probably Halloween?
"Lookin pretty sexy, brooke" -- says it in like a low Elvisy voice (like will connolly)
BMC P2
"Everything about you is going to be wonderful" -- Jeremy rolls up his cardigan sleeves so they're just below the elbow. (One of them slipped back down and he put it up again but I didnt think it was intentional lol). I was surprised how much instantly cooler that made him look but maybe that's just because my older brother wears his sleeves like that ljdsfkdsfklsfdlk
......also note that MICHAEL usually wears his sleeves rolled up like that in this production.... inch resting.....
MTS reprise
When the lights first come up, Jeremy is snoring with his head hanging off the side of the bed. He stops breathing for a second, then jerks awake.
GTIKBI
Chris: "I know you and Jake used to date...." Chloe and Brooke simultaneously go "Oh my god, no!!!" --- Chloe to Christine (mockingly), meanwhile Brooke is unrelatedly browsing her phone and says it in distress because she (implied) has just seen that Eminem died. As convo continues, Brooke sits next to another student (Leo Collins?) and shows them the article. (She still says 'yeah jake is so gross' to Chloe, just sounding upset)
Upgrade
I ALREADY SAID THIS BUT JEREMY AND BROOKE WERE SO CUTE TOGETHER JLKSDFLDFSJ. I decided to only watch them during this song (/ _ \) Based on their acting when they walked near the stage stairs, they had climbed to the back of the bleachers and were walking precariously on the outside of the railing - specifically, they went over the stair railings - first Brooke and she teeters a bit and jokingly pretends like she's gonna fall off; Jeremy goes under the rail, comes up on the other side and does a gesture like *tada!*. Then they sit down together and are talking and its just really cute. making me ship puppy love over here jdsifojdslkfdjsflk
Halloween
Michael was at the dance in costume - during a certain point (I think right before Rich starts losing it) Michael gets lost out of the group choreo, seems to be stressed out and runs off stage (presumably to the bathroom)
One of the guys is dressed up like Guy Fieri and it's really good. Like I remember last time I even had a moment where I realized I was interpreting this actor as playing The Real Guy Fieri At Jake's Halloween Party. Also in MITB he uses his hat (which is a combo of visor and fake hair) to knock on the door.
DYWH
Chloe: "...rock this baby fast asleep" then, laughing: "Goo goo ga ga!!" and she kinda topples onto him. The actress said she got this from the West End production!
When Jeremy says "I can't stand up." It was kind of implied it's because he has an erection not because his legs are frozen; right before this line he stands up then sits down and puts a pillow in his lap. Either way though ig it was still the SQUIP stopping him (S: "you're welcome.")
GTIKBI reprise
as Dani pointed out, Christine was sitting kinda numbly on the beanbag with headphones on; she takes them off when Jeremy starts talking to her.
Voices in my Head
Jeremy's wearing an X-Men shirt!
Re: expensive headphones - Michael's rubbing Rich's shoulders (???) when he says "I'm sure someone would be lucky to have you" (and then of course he still says but not meeeee while sending him flying)
"Throw you a rope home slice if you need some dope advice" Jake fist bumps with Jeremy (or equivalent gesture i dont remember)
Stagedorks kiss: after C says yes, they walk to the center of the stage. Jeremy rushes forwards and puts his hands on her cheeks (i think?) to pull her into a kiss. They separate, beat, then Christine goes forwards again and they have a long slow kiss while the ensemble keeps dancing and singing around them.
Not intentional i dont think but Patrick the Jeremy actor was crying a bit at the end /( T_ T \ )
OK YEAH i might add more to this if I remember and/or edit it back into the first post...... but hope that was fun to read????
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HAPPIER PT. 3
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Smut incoming. Final part, I think. It's also very long, sorry. and a lot of fluff
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You continued backstage, not even sure where to go. Typically you'd just get your things and head to the hotel for the night at this point. But Kenny asked you to wait up for him, and you're not letting anything get in the way of this moment.
You head back near the locker rooms where you approach Mox and Renée on their way out. Renée runs up to hug you and tell you how happy she is for you. Mox by her side, patting you on the back. "It's about damn time to be honest. I wanted to just lock you two in a room and sell tickets to watch." He joked as Renée gently slapped him across his stomach. Renée hugs you again, "we have to get going but text me what happens. I'm so excited" as they start to walk away jon looks back and yells "Be gentle with Omega, NO BITING!"
"Jon... really?" Renée replies, "What? It's funny." He pauses and yells back down "Unless you're into that, then have fun!" "Jesus Christ, Jon..." to which Jon just laughs as they walk away.
"What was that all about?" You hear Matt Jackson ask from behind you. "Oh Jon, just assumes I'm that I'm about to ride Kenny in the hallway. Ya know, normal stuff." You laugh as you turn around to see the three of them behind you, Kenny's eyes widened and slightly blushed as he smiled again. Your face returns to the blood red state of earlier and the Bucks laugh at the situation. "Well on that note, were going shower and pack up. We'll see you guys at the hotel. We're probably going to doordash something to the room if you want to come by." You both nodded and said to be safe on their way home.
"Thanks for waiting on me, it took a little longer than I expected, sorry." Kenny stated. "It's okay, i don't mind." An awkward pause fills the space between you. "Uh, so I have my stuffed packed already if you want a ride to the hotel."
You agreed and rode in the passenger seat beside him. As the two of you are stuck in traffic just a turn away from your hotel, the low music the only sound in the air, you finally break the silence. "So, I'm just going to say it. I like you, like a lot. And i think you're really nice and funny and sweet and caring and you make me nervous but in the best way possible. And ever since you kissed me I've been going insane trying to figure everything out. Was the kiss significant? Were you just being nice? Was it like a joke?" You continued to babble as you grew more and more nervous. Kenny parked and started to get both of your bags together as he continued to listen to your questions. You both rode up the elevator as he looks at his phone to see which room he was in. Meanwhile you continued to word vomit and blindly follow him to the room. Not even realizing that you didn't even check-in on your app yet. Kenny opens the door and let's you inside.
"And then tonight, you said you loved me... well i guess technically not me but this other person. But Matt and Nick looked at me and you smiled at me when you said it. So i thought you meant me but now I'm worried because what if you didn't mean me and now im just standing here completely in love with you and you were talking about some random per-"
In the middle of your sentence, Kenny quickly but gently grabbed you and pulled you close to his body, tilting you chin upward and kissed you softly yet passionately. You were stunned at first, but as the kiss deepened you wrapped your arms over his shoulder and matched his passion of the kiss. Your heart was racing, you were thrilled, terrified, and wanted to cry and scream of joy all at the same time. Kenny broke the kiss, looked into you eyes for a moment. "I meant you, i love you, I've always loved you. I'm sorry that it's taken me this long and that I've done everything ass backwards but I mean it. I am completely in love with you. Look, I definitely didn't do this proper and I'm sorry but-"
You reached up and kissed him deeply, cupping his cheek in your hand, "I love you too, Kenny". The kiss deepened as the two of you started to head toward the hotel bed. Kenny started to feel up your thigh, and you could feel you grow wet between your legs. You slipped your hand up the bottom of his shirt as he kissed your neck making you let out soft needy moan. Kenny broke away to remove his tshirt and you took the second to gaze at his chest. You had seen him shirtless before, obviously, but never shirtless in this context. Your thoughts escaped your head as you let out a breathy "wow".
He chuckled softly to himself as he kissed you again slowly bringing your back to meet the bed. Undoing the buttons of your blouse, he can't help but stop and stare at your breast. You get nervous for a moment, but as he breathes in deeply biting his lip, he looks at you and says "wow". You both laugh at the joke but it's cut short as he quickly does away with your bra and encapsulates your nipple in his mouth. Your back arches upwards at the feeling but that only gives him the opportunity to pull your pants down as well.
He sits up, a large bulge prevalent through his shorts as he sees the black lace panties you had been wearing. "Fuck y/n, you're so beautiful" his fingertips trace down your body and stop at your panty line. "May I?" You nod eagerly as he removes the from your body, without missing a beat he leans down between your legs and inhales your scent quickly before his tongue slowly licks the length of your folds. He continues to slowly tease you with his tongue. Only tracing over your clit softly. His hands grips your thighs tighter as he moans against your body, sending shivers throughout your body. You can't help but let out "oh fuck yes, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this please don't stop." as your eyes shut and your head falls back into the bed.
"I'm willing to bet not as much as I have baby girl." You smiled at the pet name blushing harder as you look into his eyes. "Y/N i promise I'm going to take you on a date but if it's okay, i really just want to make love to you right now." You wrap your arms and bring him back to your level. Kissing and suckling his neck as you whisper in his ear, a new found wave of confidence sweeping over you, "I'll let you make love to me now as long as you promise to fuck me hard later tonight too." You say and you nibble on his ear, earning a moan to escape his mouth. He looks at you with a smile of bewilderment on his face, "God you're amazing. And so fucking soaked, fuck y/n. Just promise me one thing, don't hold back i love to hear that I'm making you feel good." He says as he slips his fingers between your folds, gently teasing your clit. "Fuck, i don't think that will be much of an option on my end, so you have a deal."
He smiles as he retreated back between your legs, propping your legs on his shoulders. Kissing and biting gently along you thighs until you feel the tickle of his stubble on against your clit. You moan in pleasure as he immediately takes your clit into his mouth. He smiles against your pussy and slides a finger inside of you, "Fuck you're so tight y/n. Might have to go a little slower then planned." You asked what he meant but he said not to worry about it. To just focus on the the moment.
Moments later he's relentlessly suckling your clit and bringing his now three fingers inside you to tease a spot of yourself you've never been able to reach alone. He notices your hips grinding against his stubbleed face, he looks up at you and while keeping his head there he says "that's it baby, cum on my face. I want to taste you." With those words you couldn't hold back any longer as your orgasm washed over you. Kenny didn't move as you started to squirt over his face. Instead he growled into your clit and sent an oversensitive shiver through your core again. A slew of swears and praises left your body as Kenny quicky got off the bed and took away his shorts, you looked up right as his length bounced free of his underwear. Your eyes widened the sight, everyone joked about his size but you never thought it to be an accurate description. However, your mouth watered at the sight. He stood there noticing your reaction, laughing slightly as he told you, with a smirk across his face "dont worry, i will go slowly. I want to make this night perfect for you." You get on your knees and crawl to the side of the bed where he stood. Your eyes never leaving his cock, until locking with his and ask "may i?" He smiles and says of course.
He watches as you take his length in your hand, not able to fully close around him. Stroking slowly and feeling every vein in his throbbing cock. "You're so big" as you look him in the eyes sticking your tongue out to trace around the head if his cock. Stroking him firmly as you start to take his length into your mouth. His head falls back only to look back down as you manage to gently take his whole length down your throat. "Fuck y/n, shit. God you look so hot with my cock in your mouth." He starts to buck his hips forward and you take the motion with ease. "Jesus, i didn't expect you to be this good at this. Fuck" he looks back down your now watery eyes meet his as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and stroke him faster.
Letting out a low growl he picks you up and throws you back onto your back, "come here". He spreads your legs out as he lines his cock up with your entrance. "I've wanted to do this for so long" he says as he teasing his cock against your clit. You're dripping wet and desperate body can only reply back "please Kenny i need you. Please baby." He leans over your body and kisses you as his head slowly starts to penetrate your folds. He sits back up and pushes further into you, both of you moan in pleasure.
"Oh fuck you're really big"
"don't worry darling, I've got you. Nice and slow."
After some blissful and soft passionate moments, your walls clamp around his thickness pulsing and begging for more. "I'll be fine. I promise. Please Kenny, I'm yours. Take me."
He needed no further instruction. He took your ankles and placed the his shoulders as he realigned his cockhead to your body. Watching your face as he slammed his length into you. Steadily gaining speed and power beyond his thrusts. His voice grew deeper and animalistic almost. His hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "God you're so fucking tight" looking down at you, a moaning mess, unable to even form a sentence at the moment. "I've thought about this so many times. And you look so perfect around my cock."
You reach to rub your clit, getting so close to you release as he continues to talk dirty, but he moves your hand away and replaces the sensation with his own. "Oh no baby, not so fast. You're mine tonight. Remember? Only i get to touch your little clit." He says as he pulls out of you, letting a whimper leave you but is instantly transformed as he bends down and sucks on your clit again. His bearded face adding even more stimulation. "That's it baby, you wanna cum?" He slams back into you. "Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock. I want you to make a mess of the both of us." With that you couldn't hold back as your release washed over you in waves, your legs shaking in Kenny's grasp, your walls pulsing and clenching around him. The only thing you could say was a string of swears and Kenny's name.
Kenny couldn't look away at the look of your face looking back at him as you came on his cock, the way your pussy was milking him halfway through your release you hear, "fuck y/n, that's it, so perfect. Fuck im going to cum"
"Dont you dare stop, cum inside me"
He looks to make sure he heard you right. Confirmed by your expression. His pace quickens, folding your body beneath himself so that you two are face to face, pouncing into you, hitting your cervix and causing you to go into another orgasmic state. "Fuck, i love you y/n" as he gutterly moans as his cum floods inside of you. He lingers over you for a moment. Kissing your neck and face, you both look at each other and simultaneously say 'ive wanted to do that for a while" you smile and kiss him deeply, turning the two of you to the side. Making your way to be nestled in his chest with his arm around you. "that was amazing" you say nuzzling closer to him with your hand and head on his chest. "Way better than i ever imagined." he replied "how many times have you thought about fucking me?" you asked he quickly retorted back "not important"
a moment passes and both of your phones go off, MATT: food is here
MATT: are you guys coming? we can put it in the fridge.
With that, the two of you go to their room trying to act normal. you eventually escape to the bathroom when matt asks "so are you two good now or is it still weird?" "considering the scratches on his back, it seems they're really good." nick replied.
kenny turned to try to and see in the mirror, smiled quickly and threw his tshirt on. "am i weird for actually being kinda happy?" he said
"about the marks on your back? nick asked
you walk out of the bathroom. "no, about finally having her." he wraps his arm around you and kisses you in front of them. You blush harder than ever before.
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The Adrigami Breakup Was Hot Garbage.
This is the episode where Adrien and Kagami break up. The reason why they broke up is because Adrien is Cat Noir and will always have to hide things from Kagami, and she's not having it. It's an episode about how the job of a superhero demands sacrifices, about how Adrien lost his girlfriend to his duties.
But this entire thing falls apart due to both Adrien and Kagami acting from out of character to infuriating. Adrien isn't actually shown to face these struggles as Cat Noir. We don't see him "being a responsible superhero" he's just goofing around and getting Ladybug's attention.
Adrien: Finally! Free at last! Plagg, claws out!
And here when Ladybug doesn't show up to their daily patrol:
AdriCat: So, Mr. Banana! Life's peachy, huh? *gets ignored*Peachy? Banana? Get it?.. Forget it.
AdriCat: So! Mr. Ramier! It's been a while since you were akumatized, right? Kinda miss being Mr. Pigeon? You haven't been feeling depressed? Or desperate? Or angry? Annoyed maybe? Not even a little perturbe?
Mr. Ramier: Thank you for asking Cat Noir but I am in the best of spirits, really!
This is the face Adriem makes after he says he's feeling good and isn't gonna get akumatized:
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AdriCat (disappointendly): Well I guess I'm out of here then.
Mr. Ramier: Say hello to the lovely Ladybug for me!
AdriCat: Sure thing! If I ever see her.
Literally, this entire first act is establishing that Cat Noir is sad and lonely without Ladybug to the point where he wants people to get akumatized. Like go back and watch the episode this is insane.
Only after that we get to Kagami. And the relationship is.. off. Kagami lies to both their parents to buy her and Adrien time alone in the art room. She asks him to pose for a sketch, he makes a couple model poses, and the bullshit begins.
Kagami: These are all modeling poses. Try something that's more neutral, more you.
Adrien: What about – meow! *Makes a Cat pose* I mean, now? *nervous chuckle*
Kagami: No. You're not at all neutral.
Adrien: Yes I am, I promise. This is me.
Kagami (intensively): No. That's you when you're being silly.
She's downright rejecting his true self and being a control freak. Where did this come from? They used to crack jokes and have genuine fun together (ie Desperada). This is extremely out of character. But it's not over..
Adrien: What if when I'm being silly, I'm really me?
Kagami: *Gets up closer to gently make him pose*
Adrien's expression is.. um-..
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Kagami: There. This, is really you.
Adrien: Do you really think..
Kagami: Yes. You're... perfect. *Leans for a kiss*
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What does this scene tell us about their relationship? It tells us that it's toxic, that Kagami is controlling, doesn't care for Adrien's boudries and refuses to see who he really is. Which as I mentioned, goes against her characterization in previous episodes.
After whatever that was Adrien keeps getting called to his duity as Cat Noir. This back and forth continues for a while. But as we established, it's not a meaingful sacrifice to leave Kagami because being a superhero is just professional (and not so proffesional) playtime for him. And the episode keeps on reminding you that all throughout. We cut from Kagami being alone at a party they were supposed to go to together, to this:
AdriCat: Ma'lady, it's been a while since I had this much fun.
Ladybug: *Laughs* If battling a super villian with 3 eyes and a giant monster budy is your idea of fun, I can't imagen what your other days are like.
And in the same conversation:
AdriCat: You can count on me, and my jokes, Bugaboo!
Ladybug: Well, you don't have to over-do it.
AdriCat: The truth is, I only ever have this much fun when I'm with you.
And then he comes back straight to Kagami like nothing's wrong. She confronts him about his lies to her and gets akumatized.
Even when he fights Akumatized Kagami to save her, they still make a point at showing you he's having fun.
AdriCat: I can't wait to see what you're gonna do with a drone.
And his reaction after Ladybug confronts him about sacrificing himself:
Ladybug: Seriously you've got to stop doing this to me!
AdriCat: Yeah, but I can't resist this angry little pout of yours when you bring me back.
Excuse me?
And then, I am not kidding, while still being with Kagami, this happens:
Adrien: *Stares into the sky* Oh, Ladybug...
Plagg: Aww how romantic! I get it, even if I do love every cheese on the plate, I always come back for my favorite.
After fencing class they have the conversation. The break up is caused by Kagami not being not being able to trust Adrien. And this is how thw show, including Adrien himself, frames it too.
AdriCat: You know the difference between us and the rest of the world, ma'lady? We can't be completely honest with each other. We keep secrets, and sometimes we have to lie.
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Okay, let's sum everything up:
He emotionally cheats on Kagami and is willing to admit it out loud with no shame.
He loves that subject of infatuation so much to the point where he's openly sad about monsters not attacking Paris.
Shows no remorse to leaving his girlfriend every time they are together, and very explicitly enjoys his time with another girl he's in love with.
At the end of the episode him and the writers push all the bs under the rug and claim Adrien is just following his duties.
....Wow. I remembered Lies being a terrible episode for Adrien but it wasn't until I watched it again that I've realized how much Adrien sucks. I am trurly baffled. Top tier character assassination.
And let's not forget Kagami. What the hell was that? Why did she act like that? Why all the sudden she's toxic and controlling?
Well, all of this nonsense is done to serve a very obvious not-so-hidden hidden agenda: Ladynoir good, Adrigami bad. The writers pretended to tell a genuine story about the duties of being a superhero but couldn't help but sneak in this horseshit. They essentially wanted you to subconciously pick up on what this episode is really trying to say: Kagami doesn't know Adrien's true self, she forces him into the "perfect role" and is incompatible to him. While Ladybug knows his true self. Therefore, Adrien can only be happy with Ladybug.
Kagami isn't controlling and incompatible to him. But that didn't matter to the writers, they have a message to put out. They had retcon her characterization to create a contrast that didn't really exist.
And this applies to Adrien too. He needed to be happy to leave his girlfriend to push the... "message". He needed to emotionally cheat on her like he did to push the message. He sacrificed himself so it would show his so-called love for Ladybug. He wanted people to get akumatized so he could be his true self with his beloved Ladybug. But all of these things don't make him to be compatible with her and destined to be with her, they make him an a$$hole.
And I'm not gonna buy into this message they snuck in there with retcons and infuriating behaviors.
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