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bigbawdy-benzz · 10 months

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SUPER SHY 2.0

Pairing: Miles 42! X Shy Black Plus Size Fem Reader

Tags: @idkmistake @aaliyahwalkshere @mama-2001

Summary: Y/N has finally been noticed by Miles, you already had Miles heart now you have it even more now that you two are bonding getting to know each other.

A/N: I'm glad you guys loved the other one so much!! So here's pt.2 a day later I hope you guys love this one as well!! ENJOYYYYY as the author I was giggling and kicking my feet rooting for y’all. Btw if you didn’t read Pt.1 go read it before this one!! pt3

“I'm Y/N thank you so much”. You say taking your books trying to hide your smile.

“No problem Y/N also I like your shoes” Miles stated with a smile, you looked down at your shoes then looked at his smiling even wider looking back up at him.

“Thank you we’re matching” Y/N replied. Miles looked at his shoes smirking looking at Y/N

“Coincidence” He said swiftly walking away with his friends. You were hooping and hollering in your head trying not to scream.

“GIRLLLLLLLLL” Aaliyah shouted.

“Damn that was a very intense moment” Ocean states with her eyes widened looking at You.

“That's your man cannot convince me ANY less” Aaliyah exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

“Seriously did you see the way he LOOKED at you when y’all were talking AND the mamita that's all yours Y/N”. Ocean added to Aaliyah’s statement

“PLS don’t add on to my delusions, let's get to class” You stated before, y'all were late to class. You and your friends contained yourselves going to your math class. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but Miles was running through your mind it was hard to pull yourself together. Your friends noticed laughing quietly. You looked at them with a smile, you went on your phone to distract yourself seeing the following icon pop up on instagram, you clicked it seeing ‘therealmilesgmorales’ has followed you. Your eyes light up showing your friends your phone.

“Ohhhh mmmmm ggggggg” Aaliyah whispered.

“You better get on that luv cause that's officially your man he followed you” Ocean stated smirking at You.

“Real delulu screaming out my man” You sang causing you and your friends to giggle, in your peripheral vision your teacher eyed yall.You guys immediately started doing your work praying the bell rings soon. You went back to daydreaming with the biggest smile on your face, you heard the bell ring grabbing your things exiting the class room with your friends. The rest of the school day went by smoothly, you saw Miles in the hallway shooting him smiles and he smiled right back at you. The end of the day approached and you were about to leave with your friends.

“Hey Mamita” Miles said approaching you, you were smiling from ear to ear.

“Hi Miles” You said shyly.

“Is it okay if I walk you home?”. Miles asked, You looked at your friends and then back at Miles they nodded their heads at you.

“Yes of course” You replied.

“BYEEE Y/N WE LOVE YOU” Aaliyah shouted

“BE SAFE BOOKIE” Ocean Shouted as well as you were leaving with Miles.The walk was dead silent for 5 minutes because you were too shy to say anything, Miles picked up on this smiling at you.

“What you listening to?” Miles asks

“I'm listening to Best I ever had by Drake” You reply

“That's my shiiit play it I wanna listen”. He says you take your airpod out blasting the song. Miles starts singing, you look at him chuckling joining him cause fuck it.

“Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it I want this forever, I swear, I can spend whatever on it” The both of you sing laughing having a good time walking home. You were smiling the whole walk, Miles started dancing while walking making you laugh.

“AYEEEE” you shouted hyping him up, you appreciated how he made you feel comfortable by doing simple things. Quite frankly Miles did not give a damn about how he might have looked crazy; it made you feel comfortable enough to sing at the top of your lungs with him.

“Who else you listen to ma?” Miles asks with a smile, seeing you smile

“I listen to Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator, Steve lacy, Shreea Kaul, the list goes on”. You reply smiling from ear to ear.

“I like Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator,Steve Lacy, I have to listen to Shreea Kaul. We gotta get together, do nothing and listen to music you a Vibe” Miles stated, looking at you with the cutest smile on your face.

“Tienes una hermosa sonrisa” Miles said, making you want to fall to your knees, the way it rippled off his tongue, the way his voice sounded it tingled you just right. (You have a beautiful smile)

“Thank you Miles” You said shyly, Miles chuckled.

“You gettin shy on me Mamita?”. He says confidently being a tease, the way everything rolled off his tongue did something to you.

“Noo of course not”. You say looking away from Miles.

“Awe it’s okay, I have a question for you”. Miles expressed

“What's your question?” You ask while still looking away from him, he brought his hand to your chin turning your head to look at him, you were flustered trying not to blush.

“Can I take you out Tomorrow?” He asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb, you fall into his touch looking at him.

“Yes you can take me out” You say receiving a smile from Miles, he wanted to kiss you right then and there but it was too soon way too soon. He stopped touching your face realizing you’ve made home.

“Don’t worry about where we are going, I'm going to figure it out,it's going to be a surprise just show up looking pretty I'm going to show you how pretty girls are treated”. Miles stated looking you in the eyes.

Stay tuned for pt 3!!!

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darkvioletwonderland · 6 months

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HEARTSTEEL Headcanons - Display of Affection ✨

This is the first time I’m writing Headcanons for these guys so bare with me <3

Ezreal

When it comes to affection, he’s all about always letting you know you’re on his mind. His love is creative and caring.

Sliding sticky notes with doodles into your purse or wallet with affectionate words like “You’re my most precious” “The light of my life” “You’re the most colorful flower in the garden”. Most times, you’re not sure how he’s able to do so without getting caught.

He always asks to see your outfit of the day. Admiring whatever you decided to put on regardless if it made sense.

If he had a song lyric in mind, he’d ask to hop on a call with you so you could listen to him work on it.

He constantly seeks hugs from you. You cannot escape the green man from cuddling you with a loving embrace.

Kayn

He bites. Lovingly of course. Hes not super good when it comes to saying feelings outright. But his love is passionate and wild.

He hugs you from behind when you’re cooking. Only nibbling your shoulder if you don’t give him the attention he seeks.

He’s chaotic and passionate about it. His kisses always longer than a minute. Leaving you breathless every single time.

Compliments always come in the form of whispers into your ear. They can range from something casual to something that leaves you a blushing mess.

He’s definitely made you do Karaoke with him (mostly to appease Rhaast)

K’sante

His love is sweet and honest. Always making sure to say the right things to have you smile.

Every now and then, he surprises you with your favorite dessert. Because to him, you always deserve a treat.

When there’s music playing, he pulls you along to dance with him. Letting you step on his feet if you don’t quite know how to move.

He always asks for you to tell him which perfume to wear that day. Knowing you like a specific cologne on him.

During an event, he will ask what color is your outfit. So he can match with you with a suit or a tie. (He loves going out in style)

Aphelios

His love is kind and attentive. Always looking your way when you walk in the room. Noting everything about you.

Every couple of days, you wake up to poems about his love for you. Just don’t mind if they were made at 3 am.

He draws hearts along your skin with his finger whenever you two are alone.

Before a prank, he lets you in on the logistics so you can join him on the fun. You’re his partner in crime.

He’s definitely matching profile icons with you. All the time.

Sett

His love is happy and energetic. A smile is always on his face when he sees you.

Whenever he visits his mom, he always gets a batch of cookies to bring to you. Knowing you like them too.

He cracks all the bad jokes he knows to hear you laugh. (Even if Aphelios in the corner is tired of hearing the entire book of dad jokes 101)

He always picks up flowers when he’s out for a run. Not flower shop flowers, but flowers he finds along the way. Why? Because he sees them and they remind him of you. They’re pretty so what if they’re random flowers amr?

He falls asleep easily on your lap because you are that safe space for him. And he hopes you don’t let the other guys draw on his face.

Yone

His love is loyal and gentle. Being by your side is the peace he needs to deal with the band of idiots.

Whenever he makes a mix for a song, he lets you listen while he works on it in the studio.

When you two are alone, he loves hugging you close by the waist and pressing gentle kisses over your lips.

He takes care of your hair and always lets you know how you deserve all the care in the world.

His favorite sound is your heartbeat.

Bonus!

Alune

Her love is quiet but deep.

At the end of the day from dealing with the band affairs, seeing you is all she looks forward to.

Her favorite thing is cuddling with you to sleep and waking up together.

She enjoys shopping with you. (Even though she has to bring Aphelios along so he’s not always indoors)

She blows you kisses when no one is looking.

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milgram-tournament · 5 months

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MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 1, Match 9 CAT vs. THE PURGE MARCH

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for CAT:

"You like jazz? Jazz is chaos within order. Got to love the whole band. Vibraphone, saxophone, trumpet, flute, piano, guitar, drums, bass… Go, rhythm section, go! The song sounds tender at times and aggressive at others as different instruments pop up at different times. Sometimes they follow Kazui’s voice (“follow the king of the masquerade”). Sometimes they get to be the focus. You have the chill piano one moment and the screaming guitar in the next.

You’ve got a lovely “jingle” (“Lie until it gets better…”) which occurs at the beginning, middle, and end. It fits the “newspaper ad” style of the video really well. Also at the very end, there’s one more line that gives the jingle an upward contour, giving a sense of finality. “Until you can meet the king of the masquerade.” You’re there now.

The two verses start off differently before they take on a similar melody. It feels like Kazui is talking to a different person in each verse.

The chorus is a beautiful façade the first time and a sinister truth the second time.

The opening for solos shows that this jazz song means business. I love how the saxophone and trumpet especially get in your face. And with the tacet on vocals, the walking bass really shines if you lend it your ear.

And the smoke break! Silence is golden. Glass click. Lighter. Huff.

As always, Kazui’s voice is super deep. He hits even lower notes this time around. He’s a fifth lower than the next lowest singers (Haruka and Shidou)."

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-Great instrumental choice. Kazui and jazz is *chefs kiss*

-Symbolism. THE SYMBOLISM. I can’t type out all my thoughts but ifykyk

-The almost comic like style of the MV is really appealing.

-Lyrics!! There is so much to unpack but it’s really cool.

-Kazui eating the dove… fricken iconic.

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FIRST OF ALL the vocals????? BEAUTIFUL. His va put his whole pussy into this song and you can tell!! The way he sings the chorus is so damn addicting I'm so in love with him. His voice is more or less stable throughout the entire thing until the final chorus but you can hear the emotion peaking out which fits perfectly with Kazui keeping everything hidden. The way his voice turns into a sort of whisper during "all the things I wanna do that I can't say outloud"??? The way his voice starts trembling during "this feeling it's yearning to be satisfied"???? The way his voice turns into a sort of whisper AND starts trembling during "hey, if I said I liked-liked you, what would you?"?????? HEAVENLY! You can really feel how afraid Kazui is under his disguise and my heart breaks a little everytime I listen. Not to mention how absolutely powerful his voice gets at the climax!!!!!! It's insane!!!!!!! It's genius!!!!!! It makes me wild makes me crazy makes me eat my walls!!!!!!!!!!

THE SMOKE BREAK?????? What other song has something as powerful as that huh???? This isn't just a song produced by the milgram machine using his memories, this is HIS song and he is OWNING IT! The music builds up so much and gets so intense right before it, I can literally feel myself get tense and starting holding my breath right before he takes the break and everything relaxs… it's not just a break for him, but a break for the viewer. The song is spiralling out of control just like his life and his lies and he has no choice but to put it to a quick stop before its too much to handle.

THE IMAGERY IS WILD!!!!! He's a magician!!! Little magic guy!!!! Using tricks and lies to amaze and captivate the people around him! Trying desperately to magic his own feelings into something else! But it's all fake! It's all tricks and no matter how hard he tries he can never actually change himself into what he wants! But he's trying to convince himself the same way he's convinced his audience!! And when you're watching a magic act, are you there for the magician themself or are you there to watch the show?? The people in his life only cared for him when he performed for them, but they didn't give a drop of love to who he was a person! ALSO the transformation of the wedding ring to a cigarette to the dove at the end??? Makes me wild every single time! Right infront of his wife, he showed her that their marriage was something unhealthy for him that was slowly killing him from the inside. AND THEN he uses it to harm himself???? And then he turns that cigarette into a dove- a representation of love and literally TEARS INTO IT. He tears his marriage apart with his mouth!!! AKA HIS WORDS. makes me wild. Also fun fact Kazui says he started smoking because when he was younger it was "just natural for everyone to smoke" and that lines up with his reasons for marriage perfectly.

Kazui looks really hot in it. You should vote for Cat because Kazui is insanely attractive. What other reason do you need huh? Hot gay middle aged man.

Propaganda for THE PURGE MARCH:

"Despite the shorter length, the Purge March has several distinct sections in its structure.

It starts with a rolloff, and then… they don’t follow it. Amane isn’t here to follow the beat.

There’s the spoken-word intro and the upbeat first verse listing the tenets. The prechorus (“dou shiyou mo nai…”) has an amen break. The most-sampled four-bar drum beat. Well, there’s half of it. Is it supposed to mean something? Can I get an amen?

The chorus is so, so cheerful… unless you’re actually listening to the lyrics (“I’ll crush your throat too”) or watching the video. And it’s super catchy.

The second part of the verse dials things back. Now we’re in reality. This is how Amane breaks her tenets. All the while, those tenets are spoken into both ears over the singing. Get some good headphones. She sounds different in each ear.

The music picks up again with the amen break as Amane happily strolls back home, and then-

Oh.

The somber second chorus, with Amane’s lower singing voice and mournful spoken words, leads into the final chorus, with new lyrics and a more forceful tone. The once-meaningless chanting now has real words. “You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please go ahead and die already.” You can hear Amane’s anger despite the cheerful melody. She harmonizes in the final phrase, as if to say “we’re in this together, me and my little color guard troop.” And finally, it’s just her. Speaking. "Oboetemasuka?" Accompanied by only a single drum.

She is both Amane Momose and not. She upholds the doctrines that she was raised with, but she can’t."

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"Purge March is geniunaly one of my favorite pieces of fiction both in and out of the context of trauma. Its fantastically directed and composed. The batton twirling is spetacular and energetic, the set and character design of Amane conveys a lot about the world she’s in and the story she’s telling. Purge March contextulizes a lot of Magic in both expected and unexpected ways (insert the entire cat symbolism thesis here) Purge March casts Amane in the role of a scary child. The glowing eyes, the framing of Amane as Above the viewer, the brutality and catharsis of it all. It seems tailored made to make you Scared of her. It’s a continuation of the cycle of abuse that we the audience repeated in T1 when we gave her that verdict. A red flashing warning sign about the Inhumanity and Monsterous qualities of Amane Momose. But Amane as a monster is fufilling and freeing. Again, its deeply cathartic. I would write more if I wasnt so sleepy at the moment but its just some Fantastic work overall. Purge March is also just fantasitic vocally and also hids electricity sounds in the instrumental which I think is evil and awesome."

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-Amane’s vocals and how they slowly get more and more off the deep end is both really sad and cool to watch.

-The symbolism of the marching band and the flags. Ifykyk

-The beginning where it sounds like a propaganda TV show… really shows just how far Amane’s thinking is rooted in her cult and how that’s shaped her perception.

-The LYRICS. They work so well but it’s also creepy AF considering it’s a child who’s singing it.

-“So there is no second time, I’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me!”

-The overlapping part… gives me chills everytime.

-Building off the last point, the last “I’ll crush your throat too.” Ouch.

-“Remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of “I’m sorry” that I said to you?”

-The song also does a great job of showing how much the guilty verdict messed with her.

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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OK HERE'S YOUR NEY REQUEST:

You know that drake song "childs play"? In the intro of the song a guy says something along the lines of "if your girl asks you to go to a nba game.. she is probably fcking some guy on that team". My idea for you: how would ney react to you asking him to acompany you to a man city game? Idk maybe mix in some sweet jealousy and him being excited when haaland loses?

Love ya take care xoxo

love love love you xx

I used to not understand anyone’s attraction to Neymar, bc he’s a bit older than me. but now, I get it, I really do.

2nd person pov

“Look what I got!” You smirked as you walked into the sitting room where your boyfriend, Neymar was lying on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

He quirked an eyebrow at you.

You flashed him two tickets, Manchester City vs. Arsenal.

“Come with me to the Man City game! They’re going to be playing in London, Emirates Stadium.” You begged.

Neymar sat up, his phone barely hanging onto the sofa.

“Why do you want to go watch this game? It’s just a regular premier league match.” Neymar questioned.

You rolled your eyes at his question.

“It’s going to be such a good match. Arteta, Jesus, and Zinchenko against their old team! And I finally get to see Haaland live!”

Neymar narrowed his eyes at the last part of your sentence.

“Haaland eh?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “He’s so good! Honestly better than Mbappe.”

Neymar furiously shook his head, “There is no youngster better than Kylian.”

You had to stop from laughing. It was clear he was a bit jealous.

“Whatever. So you coming? Or are you too jealous?”

His eyes bulged out of his sockets.

“I’m not jealous.”

You rolled your eyes at his clear lie before he pulled you to sit on the couch with him. He cupped your face, and kissed you deeply.

You pulled away at a loss for words, while he pulled away with a smirk.

“Still want to go to that match? We can just stay here you know…” He suggested.

It was your turn to smirk now.

“Of course! I spent a fortune on those tickets. Come on!” You had decided. ***

“Right here.” You gestured to a set of two seats in the fourth row.

Despite your wishes to wear a kit from one of the teams playing, your boyfriend had convinced you to wear one of his many Brazil hoodies. You wore a gray set of leggings underneath, paired with the viral ugg booties. Neymar on the other hand, wore a plain white hoodie with some branding, and tight black jeans with slight rips in them. He of course paired this with a baseball cap and some trendy Jordans.

Once a fashion icon, always a fashion icon.

You both sat down into your seats and got comfortable. The match was just about to start.

“I’m thirsty.” You whispered to Neymar, signaling for the bottle of water in his hand.

“Thirsty?” He smirked.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier we could’ve just stayed home in Paris an…” He began to say.

You slapped his leg and shot him a look, “Get your head out of the gutter idiot.”

“How am I supposed to when you’re sitting there looking like that in my sweatshirt?”

You rolled your eyes at his lack of self control.

Within a few minutes, the match had begun. Manchester City was very clearly dominating, as expected. Haaland had several chances courtesy De Bruyne but had been unlucky thus far.

Neymar had told you he’d be rooting for Arsenal. This was a bit strange to you because he’d never been an Arsenal supporter in the slightest. He claimed it was because Arsenal had a more overwhelming number of Brazilian players than Man City so he needed to support “his boys.” To you however, it just didn’t add up.

He was enjoying the game though. When Arsenal went up 1-0, thanks to a Jesus goal, his grin became wider. Neymar would constantly look over at you to see what you were thinking, what you were feeling.

Things changed however in the 86th minute, when Man City scored on a Haaland goal. Like many other away fans, the terrific strike brought you to your feet and you cheered as loud as possible, much to Neymar’s disappointment. You’d figured he was a bit jealous. And if he wanted to play this game, so be it.

“COME ON!” Cheers were heard all around you.

Neymar face curled up into a scowl as he watched you clap for Haaland’s goal. Once you finally sat back down, his arm was again around your waist, trying to bring you as close as possible to him. Your head rested on his shoulder while his head rested on yours.

“City’s gonna win.” You whispered to him.

“Not if my boys have a say in it.” He mumbled back, kissing your cheek.

You turned to face him and stuck your tongue out at his smug look.

Truth be told, on the inside, he was praying Arsenal didn’t lose. He couldn’t bear watch you cheer for City again.

In the 89th minute, his wish came true. City defender Nathan Ake was unable to track back fast enough, and was so match for Bukayo Saka who received the ball and banged it in the net.

Your mouth had fallen open, and Neymar had gone to his feet, cheering as loud as possible.

He looked down at you in your seat and shot you a wide smirk while you gave him a pissed look. He sat back down and grabbed your chin before kissing you again. The stadiums cameras had been able to find you two meanwhile.

After pulling away, you and Neymar had realised you were on the cameras (pretend they do this at the Emirates, idk if they do). You looked down and blushed while Neymar shot a wink at the camera. Eventually, the cameras found someone else to bother and the match ended, with Arsenal winning. Neymar had a smug look on his face when you two were leaving the stadium.

“Just say it.” You sighed.

“Haaland was kind of invisible today, don’t you think?” He smirked.

“He still scored Ney.”

“Yeah but they lost.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “He’s still a star.”

Neymar furrowed his brow, “And me?”

His jealousy was insane.

You turned to face him, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’ll always be my superstar.”

as a spurs supporter, writing abt an arsenal win was quite painful.

as a side note, thank u sm for ur requests! I’m writing them based on which ones I’m feeling! but at some point, they’ll all be done.

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fanboyswhore9 · 9 months

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Addicted to Love

Moodboard by: @mshistorylover

Pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Fem!Aviator!Reader (as a part of @roosterforme Rocktober Celebration), based on the song, Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer.

Summary: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, consumed by his passion for aviation, discovers a new addiction in the captivating Y/N at Top Gun Academy. Their love story soars to new heights as they confess their feelings at the iconic Hard Deck bar, promising romance amidst the thrill of flying.

Warnings: just a lot of fluff

A/N: this is my first fic! Tbh, I don’t think I’m great at writing, so if you have any comments, please tell me if I did something wrong, but be nice about it, especially since I don’t write that often.

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Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia had always been a passionate soul, known throughout the Top Gun Academy for his unwavering enthusiasm and dedication to aviation. However, lately, there was something else that had captured his heart—a melody that played only for one person. As he walked through the bustling corridors of the academy, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift to the one who had managed to steal his attention from the skies.

She was a force to be reckoned with—a brilliant pilot with a fierce determination that matched his own. To the world, she was Y/N, but to Mickey, she was everything.

Their paths had crossed countless times on the tarmac and in the briefing rooms, and every encounter left Mickey craving more. He’d catch her gaze from across the room, her eyes a magnetic force he couldn’t resist. She was confident, strong-willed, and utterly captivating.

But it wasn’t just her skills in the cockpit that drew him in; it was the way she moved, the way she spoke, and the way her laughter could light up even the darkest corners of the academy. It was as if she carried her own gravitational pull, and Mickey found himself orbiting around her, unable to break free.

The first time he heard the song “Addicted to Love” by Robert Palmer on the radio, he couldn’t help but think of her. The lyrics seemed to echo the rhythm of his heart whenever she was near.

They say, “Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.”

And in Mickey’s case, it was undeniable. He was addicted to the way her hair tumbled down her back, to the sound of her voice when she shouted orders during drills, to the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about flying.

Mickey had always been a fighter, but this was a battle he had no intention of winning. He wanted to be addicted to love, addicted to her, for as long as she’d have him.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Mickey and Y/N found themselves standing on the back porch of the Hard Deck, the soft glow of neon signs casting a warm and intimate ambiance around them. The bar was owned by Penny Benjamin, a place where pilots often sought refuge after a long day of training. Tonight, it served as the backdrop to a pivotal moment in their story.

They leaned against the railing, the hum of conversation and laughter from inside the bar providing a comforting backdrop to their conversation. Mickey’s heart pounded as he gazed into her eyes, the neon lights reflecting in her captivating gaze.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” he began, his voice filled with sincerity, his hands gently cupping her face. The gentle breeze ruffled his flight jacket, but his attention remained solely on her.

She turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. “What is it, Mickey?”

Mickey stepped closer, his breath mingling with hers, his thumb caressing her cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Every time I see you, it’s like the world fades away, and all I can think about is how much I want to be with you.”

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips. “You know,” she said, her voice equally hushed, “I’ve been feeling the same way.”

Their breaths mingled in the cool night air, the tension between them palpable. Mickey couldn’t wait any longer. He leaned in, their lips inching closer together, and then he paused, his eyes searching hers for consent.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, her heart pounding in sync with his. And with that silent agreement, their lips finally met in a passionate and long-awaited kiss.

Their embrace spoke volumes, but when they finally broke away, Mickey couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t want this to end, Y/N.”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. “Then let’s make sure it doesn’t. What do you say we have dinner tomorrow night, just the two of us?”

Mickey’s grin widened. “I’d love that. How about The Sandbar? It’s not too far from here, and it has an amazing view.”

“That sounds perfect,” she agreed, her hand finding his, their fingers intertwining. “I can’t wait.” She said, smiling widely, gazing into his dark chocolate brown eyes.

Mickey brushed a strand of hair away from her face and held her gaze. “And, Y/N, before we go back in there, one more thing.”

“What is it?” she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. He stepped closer, his hands cupping her face, and with a soft, tender look in his eyes, he asked, “Is it okay if I kiss you again?”

Her answer was a smile that spoke of unspoken promises and endless possibilities. As their lips met once more, they knew that their love story had only just begun, and it was bound to be the adventure of a lifetime.

Their lips parted, and as they turned to head back inside the Hard Deck bar, Mickey and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at each other, their hearts dancing to a newfound rhythm. It was then that they noticed the commotion inside.

The Dagger Squad, their fellow pilots and friends, had gathered at a table, raising their glasses and cheering them on. “About damn time, Garcia!” Payback shouted from the inside as he wore a triumphant grin as Coyote, Hangman, and Rooster begrudgingly paid up on a lost bet, their laughter filling the air.

They exchanged a knowing look, realizing that they weren’t just stepping into a bar; they were entering a family that celebrated their love and triumphs as much as their daring flights. As they joined the group, they felt the warmth of camaraderie and the promise of many more adventures together, both in the skies and in each other’s hearts.

#rocktober #first tumblr fic #mickey fanboy garcia × reader #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia x reader #fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy imagine #fanboy x you #fanboy top gun #top gun fanboy #fanboy x reader #mickey garcia #emily’s Rocktober celebration #Spotify

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princessbettina · 11 months

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Being Mixed Matched Challenge Partners with Cody Rhodes Headcanons

Summary: The Mixed Matched Challenge is back in the WWE (I wish that were true! It was so cute and fun to watch) The first few weeks into the challenge your partner, who just so happens to be Cody Rhodes, and yourself take part in fun and funny moments on camera/the live stream and off camera before the in ring matches take place.

A/N: This is my first headcanon story post. I hope I wrote it correctly (format wise, if that makes sense? ) My inspiration for this came from the gif above of Charlotte Flair and Bobby Roode and thought they had cute and great chemistry when they were a team back when Mixed Matched Challenge was a thing in the wwe. I thought it would make a cute story idea and my love for Cody is super duper strong, I thought he would be perfect for this story idea. Plus, I want to write more of Cody because it seems fun. I love him so much. I hope you enjoy.

Cody and you swap gear attire which means that you,(the reader) try on his robe / jacket as it ends up being a bit too big on you, but you find it quite comfortable -as Cody tries on your vest, but struggles to put it on all the way due to the fact of how smaller and petite you are, compared to him being slightly taller than you and bigger-which isn't a bad thing.

"Y/n?! I think your vest is too small. I c-can't button it up all the way. I don't want to break your clothing."

You giggle as you glance over at Cody and agree with what he said as you try and help him,"You're good, Cody! No worries. How about this, let’s get matching jackets and win the Mixed Matched Challenge." You winked at the camera before exiting as Cody waved and followed suit behind you.

Cody and you make a video recording for the WWE universe the day before MMC, where the two of you announce that you both will be on the MMC livestream tomorrow and want to have the fans ask questions about your team,

"You guys can ask us questions like, what jacket would you like Cody and I to wear tomorrow? Ooh ooh! Would you like to see Cody recreate my entrance?" You ask while looking up at Cody, as he glanced at you as he chuckles softly, which causes you to smile brightly.

"Hey, c'mon, I think I would do amazingly fantastic at recreating your entrance. I think I'd nail it." Cody says, as he smirked down at you and chuckled.

You playfully put your finger atop of your chin and thought of a really cool idea to add onto what Cody just said, "Ooh now that you mention it, I think hitting the iconic 'woah!' In the American Nightmare's entrance would be a blast to recreate."

The following night on Smackdown, right before MMC started, you were out giving a promo in ring since you were the Smackdown women's champion and all. However, your moment was cut short by The Judgment Day's Rhea Ripley and Finn Balor as the two started to corner you in ring, leaving you defenseless... or so you thought.

"Wrestling has more than one royal family..." Rhea and Finn were surprised as they quickly turned their attention around and watched as who was about to make an entrance.

Your frown was quickly turned into a bright smile the second you saw the tron screen turn to black for a few minutes, and as soon as the voice over and song began to play throughout the arena.

Cody was there to save you from what mostly Rhea had in mind to do to you. As soon as you saw Cody walk to the ring, you placed your hands on your chest as the smile on your face grew by the second. Rhea and Finn scurried out of the ring for a moment as soon as Cody entered the ring and joined your side.

"Are you okay, Y/n? Ready to win against these two?" Cody whispers to you as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, causing you to blush.

You smile even more and nod your head. "I'm so much better now that you are here. And yes absolutely, we can take them!" You two glance back at both Ripley and Balor as they continue to stand outside the ring still for a second more, planning out their strategies against you two.

They just so happen to be your MMC opponents and it was just about that time for the challenge to start.

Rhea and Finn slid back into the ring and continued to stare at Cody and you, as you two did the same at them. You leaned towards Cody and whispered in his ear, "After we win this match, are you ready to win the whole thing?"

"For you? I'm always ready to win anything for!" Cody smiles and winks at you. The challenge was on now.

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sorryjustafangirl · 1 year

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make it to christmas

a/n: in the absolute middle of exams, winter, homesickness, and holiday stress, i was well overdue for some (resolved) angst me thinks. this is also based off one of my fav christmas (sad but upbeat) songs of the same name by canadian icon alessia cara. i really hope you enjoy!

word count: 2.7k+

pairing: quinn hughes x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, kinda rude parents, mentions of Christmas, sad quinn a little, i can't think of anything else?

disclaimer: this is a piece of fiction so don't come for me about real life stuff. also i didn't make the gif, @gabelandeskog did (and it looks amazing!)

Quinn gets distant with you when the team is on losing streaks. When the team was on losing streaks in the winter? It would get worse.

After three years with him, you’d noticed that this time of year makes your boyfriend get in his head a little. His frowns were a little deeper, the light rarely reached his eyes even around you. He always said it was the lack of snow Vancouver got that messed with his winter routine. When he told you that, you made him promise that he’d tell you when he was feeling particularly sad.

He was good at keeping that promise. During the winter months when the sun set too early and the sky was grey for days on end, he’d be quiet for a day or so before confiding in you under the comfort of the covers. If things got bad, the two of you would watch reruns of Friends until he fell asleep to your heartbeat and the claps of the theme song. You’d always savoured the winter because there were so many of those moments you’d get to spend together.

But this year, it felt different.

The whispers in the dark never came and he never gave the pleading eyes to watch a show. He’d open his phone again and again, the blue light reflecting onto his face but a smile never came. You’d try to pry a little — he never did respond well to it — but you knew this wasn’t your Quinn, winter or not.

The breaking point came when he stopped saying ‘I love you’. He never failed to say it or even send a text with it before one of his games, and he especially never forgot on road trips. But now? You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to slip into bed beside him, and say a ‘love you’ without the ache in your chest of knowing you won’t get anything more than silence in response.

“Do you still want to come home with me for Christmas Eve?” you asked one night, when you saw the date in your calendar.

“If you want me to, yeah sure,” he mumbled, barely looking up from his phone. You couldn’t even fake a smile at his response, just settled into bed. He may have been beside you but he might as well be a thousand miles away.

On Christmas Eve, the two of you had dressed silently. It wasn’t like a no words communication, it was no communication, a stark contrast to other occasions when music had been playing and Quinn had been asking your opinion on which tie matched your clothes the best. Now, you waited by the door, the car keys in your hand until he came out of your bedroom, took them, and silently moved out the door. You locked the door on your own, your boyfriend twenty steps ahead of you. You sighed.

“Just make it to Christmas,” you whispered to yourself.

The car ride was silent and you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I got Milo and Coolie some cute toys I thought they’d like. They’re wrapped under the tree for when you see Brock next,” you offered. He just grunted in response and you sighed a little.

“Did Petey say what he was doing for the holiday break?” You asked, turning slightly to see his face better but the frown never left his face.

“No.”

“Oh, Holly sent us their family Christmas card, they all look so nice. Did you see them?”

“No.”

You took a pause. “Did you want to see?”

“No.”

You pursed your lips, sighed a little, and sunk further into the seat, looking out the window so he didn’t see how his behaviour was affecting you.

When he pulled into your parents driveway, you could see all the bright yellow lights and your family already sitting in the living room with smiles on their faces. Usually, a sight like this would make you excited to bolt out of the car and be in the warm familiar house. This time, it only filled you with dread, having to pretend your relationship was okay, and you sighed for the last time.

“That’s the third time you’ve sighed like that,” He said, unbuckling his seatbelt. Oh so now he was attentive? Sure. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing, let’s go.”

“It’s not nothing, what’s the matter?”

“Q, can we not do this right now? My family is waiting on us and I don’t want either of us to be grumpy. Let’s just try to make it to Christmas please,” you grumbled. He just grunted and got out of the car, his door slamming behind him. You took a deep breath before exiting the car yourself. At least he’d been bothered to wait for you before walking up to your parents’ house.

But when your dad opened the door, it was like a switch was flipped. Your boyfriend smiled, shook your dad’s hand, and passed the gift (that you were a little confused on where it came from since you hadn’t bought it — and you did the holiday shopping for the both of you) to your mom.

He sat on the couch with his arm draped around your shoulders. He brought you a drink in your favourite mug without asking. He held your hand and caressed the back of your hand when your dad brought up a work project that frustrated you. There would be times when you were talking to your sister and his arm would rest on your thigh and you’d forget about everything that happened before and just relish in his love. But as soon as it moved, the cold seeped in and you were reminded that this was not the regular anymore – this was a one-off and only a matter of time before it wasn’t there at all.

“Y/n, honey, could you help me in the kitchen really quick?” You mum asked.

“Yeah, sure. Be right back, Q.” You started to get up from your place on the couch but Quinn leaned over, quickly giving you a peck on the cheek.

“Hurry back babe.” He winked, throwing you a little off-guard. This was like the Quinn you knew, but where has he been the past four months? You walked into the kitchen, ready to help your mom but she was ready with questions.

“Is everything okay sweetheart?” Fuck fuck fuck. You tried to give her your best confused face instead of the panic in your mind that she saw right through your facade.

“Yeah, why do you say that?”

“You just look a little down,” she said, rubbing your arm lightly. “Even with that boy so nice to you, you just don’t look super happy. And it’s Christmas! Is everything going okay with him? He’s not too busy with work, is he?”

“No, Mom, he’s fine,” you lied. “We’re fine, thank you for checking.”

“Well, if you say so sweetheart. There’s no shame in breaking it off with this hockey boy so you can have something where you’re happier.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I’m going to be right back.”

“Don’t go anywhere! I’m making hot chocolate with marshmallows before the board game,” she called after you, seemingly aware that she sent you into a tailspin.

“I’ll just be a minute, you can get started without me.” You were already halfway down the hallway by the time you said it, your focus on nothing but getting out of the room.

You walked out the back deck, taking in the night sky and silence. You took deep breaths. It just didn’t make sense. How could he just think that nothing is wrong in front of your family? Act so carefree so easily? You were struggling to even smile at his gestures, wondering what got into him to act like his old self and your mom noticed. She noticed and basically told you to break up with him, so nonchalantly, like she’d never taken your relationship seriously.

“Hey. Here.” His voice interrupts your racing mind and you turn around to face him. In his hands is the hoodie he keeps in the car in case you get cold, outstretched to you. You suddenly are aware of the goosebumps all over your arms and how you could see your breath. You take it and pull it over your head as Quinn walks closer to be beside you.

“What’s wrong?”

You scoff. “What's wrong?”

“Yeah, you never miss out on a hot chocolate, especially not with the marshmallows. What’s wrong?” He didn’t seem to have caught onto the slight edge in your voice, and you dropped the attitude.

“If I’m honest, it’s us,” you huffed.

“Us?” You could see the furrow in his eyebrows even if you weren’t looking at him. “We’re fine, aren’t we?”

“For the past two hours when we’ve been in front of my family, sure. But even my mom noticed I’m not really happy. In two hours, my mom saw what you couldn’t in months! Q, it’s been weeks since we’ve been really fine. Weeks. We are not fine! There’s all this distance between us, even when you’re sleeping right beside me! When was the last time we went out on a date? When’s the last time you even had time for a date? Time for me? We haven’t talked about anything other than hockey and my job for what feels like months!“

He goes to open his mouth but you cut him off. “And I know, I know, it’s winter, this is how you get. But it’s not. Quinn, I’ve been around enough to know what it’s like in the winter but this is something else. You give me one word answers, you’re shutting me out. I can’t even remember the last time you said you loved me. It’s fucking different and I’m so so close to saying fuck it and throwing the towel in!”

“Then why didn't you? Why did you invite me here?”

“Because it’s Christmas! Because I’m an idiot! Because I’m not ready to give up on you! Because I keep thinking that this is just a bump in the road and one day, we’ll feel like us again, just like we did in there! Because if you didn’t come, my dad would give me such a look of pity at the empty chair beside me and my mom would tell my sister “I told you so” when she has evidence you’re too busy for me. And on Christmas? I…I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it. Break up with me on Boxing Day, but can we please just make it through Christmas?”

“Wait, break up? Who said anything about a break up?”

“Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting to do? Why else have you been so distant these past few months, so engrossed in your phone?” You said, crossing your arms across yourself and looking down at your feet.

“I’ve been trying to propose.”

You stared at him blankly. “To me?”

“No, to Brock. Yes, of course to you.”

Your mouth hung open in shock. “You’re joking.”

“I wouldn’t joke about this.”

“I’m not following,” you said, genuinely confused. Where was this coming from?

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you all this, but you remember that night out on the lake in July? When we went out and watched the sunset and you told me you could do this for the rest of your life?” You nodded.

“That’s when I knew I wanted to marry you. So I started looking at rings, asking some of the married guys for advice, that sort of stuff. But when I went to my mom to ask for her help picking out a ring, she…she just seemed surprised that I didn’t know what you wanted. I went through your jewelry box and everything but I still couldn’t figure it out. So I started to think that maybe I didn’t know you as well as I needed to before we got married.” He looked down at his feet as he started shuffling them side to side.

“And then when I asked your parents about marriage, your dad didn’t look very impressed with me. Like they said fine, but they didn’t seem over the moon that I was going to be the one asking. That’s why I acted so different in there. I…I didn’t want your parents to think they made a mistake by telling me yes. I guess that all of that just made me feel really insecure about me and this lifestyle that threatens to move us across the country in one second! I was insecure in our relationship, convincing myself that you and your family wanted no part in being part of the league, part of the drama, the chaos. Believe me, you’re the last person I ever want to hurt and I was just too much in my own head to see how it was hurting you, and baby, please, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I-“ he cut himself off. “I can’t believe I let myself get so caught that you don’t remember I love you. Because I do. I love you a lot. A whole fucking lot, I can’t even explain it. I want to marry you, please, I don’t want to break up.” He made eye contact with you then, his brown orbs void of anything but sorrow.

You felt your own eyes welling up but you had to get it all off your chest before consoling him. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about this?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t want you to tell me our parents were right. I thought if I kept it to myself, you wouldn’t notice how I might not be enough for you.”

The tears that had welled in your own eyes started to fall and there were no words coming to mind that could do your feelings justice. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck fiercely. His arms wrapped around your waist with as much ferocity and one of your hands held the back of his head.

“Not enough for me? You are everything,” you whispered into his ear.

“Don’t quote The Office to me.” His voice was muffled by your shoulder but you could hear the slight smile in it.

“Q, I don’t care what my parents said. I don’t care that you don’t know what ring I would want – I don’t even know what kind of ring I’d want! I don’t care about any of that; I care about you. I love you. And you are enough. You are all that matters to me.”

He pulled away from you, slowly, to see your face but his body stayed as close to you as possible.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as good as you.” Your face softened. One of your hands moved to cup his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

“It doesn’t matter. You have me. But the next time you feel like this you have to talk to me, okay? I was absolutely miserable when you wouldn’t communicate with me and I thought you didn’t…”

“Believe me, I’m never again going to let you believe, even for a second, that I don’t love you with every fiber in my body. I’ll talk with you next time,” he promised, pressing a long kiss to your temple and pulling him towards you again. “Now, you’re freezing and look desperately in need of a hot chocolate, so let’s get you inside.”

As the two of you walked back towards your parents place, hand in hand, you turned to look at him.

“Oh, and by the way, my answer is yes,” you said.

“Answer to what?”

“When you ask me to marry you. My answer is yes and it will always be yes.” His face softened and he slowly turned you to face him. His fingers, although cold, cupped your face and he brought you in for a slow kiss, dragging it out for as long as he could.

“I love you,” He said breathlessly, a sliver of light reaching his eyes again. “I love you so much.”

You gave him another quick peck, before leaning into his chest for a hug.

“I love you too, Q.”

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swiftllama · 7 months

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Lyric Analysis ☀️🔍

1989TV Vault Tracks Edition

Hey guys! So my girl is back, this time with the re-record of the iconic 1989! When the vault track titles were first announced they sounded so coded, and the songs have delivered 🙌

So let’s jump right in!

‘Say Don’t Go’

Mainly from Anthony’s POV with the chorus being from Ian’s.

“I’m standing on a tightrope alone / I hold my breath a little bit longer / Halfway out the door, but it won't close / I'm holding out hope for you to / Say, "Don't go" / I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go".”

Anthony wanting Ian to fight for him before he left, to tell him “Don’t go”. If Ian had said that he would’ve stayed. Ian was the only thing that could make him stay.

“Why'd you have to lead me on? / Why’d you have to twist the knife? / Walk away and leave me bleeding, bleeding? / Why’d you whisper in the dark? / Just to leave me in the night? / Now your silence has me screaming, screaming.”

Ian POV. Why did Anthony lead him on and say they were still friends? Why did he “twist the knife” that had already wounded him? Why did he “walk away and leave” him? All these questions, and Anthony’s “silence had him screaming”.

“Now I'm pacing on shaky ground / Strike a match, then you blow it out / Oh no, oh no, it's not fair… / Oh no, oh no, you're not there.”

With the sun and magnifying glass analogy and that spark of their connection creating fire, also the incorporation of ‘fire’ in Anthony’s tattoos, these lyrics of course stood out to me. Them “pacing on shaky ground” without each other. Feeling the other blew out that fire between them.

“I'm standing on the sidewalk alone / I wait for you to drive by / I'm trying to see the cards that you won't show / I'm about to fold unless you / Say, “Don’t go”.”

Reminds me of what Anthony has said about not being able to read Ian at that time, but how he wanted to understand him but Ian didn’t want to “show his cards”.

“Why'd you have to (Why'd you have to) / Make me want you (Make me want you)? / Why'd you have to (Why'd you have to) / Give me nothing back? / Why'd you have to (Why'd you have to) / Make me love you (Make me love you)? / I said, "I love you" (I said, "I love you") / You say nothing back.”

Both POV. Why did the other have to mean so much to them? Why couldn’t they just move past this? It would make the silence between them so much easier to bear. But they did want each other. They did love each other. So them getting “nothing back” hurt so much more.

‘Now That We Don’t Talk’

Mainly seen from Ian’s POV and what he said about watching Anthony from the outside. See the chorus’ from Anthony’s POV.

“You went to a party / I heard from everybody… / Don't even get me started / Did you get anxious though / On the way home? / I guess I'll never ever know / Now that we don't talk.”

Ian hearing about what Anthony was up to, hearing about him going to a party but knowing Anthony, and knowing Anthony’s anxiety and wondering how he was feeling. Ian will never know though, “now that they don’t talk”.

“You grew your hair long / You got new icons / And from the outside / It looks like you're trying lives on / I miss the old ways / You didn't have to change / But I guess I don't have a say / Now that we don't talk.”

Again, Ian watching from the outside. Anthony’s looks changing. Him floundering trying to find his identity outwith Smosh. But Anthony “didn’t have to change” in Ian’s eyes. He misses the old Anthony. But Ian doesn’t have a say anymore.

“I call my mom, she said that it was for the best / Remind myself the more I gave, you'd want me less / I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost / And what it cost, now that we don't talk.”

Anthony confiding in his mom, her telling him it was for the best he left given how badly being there was affecting him. Him coming up with reasons to justify and remind himself in his own mind why he wasn’t contacting Ian. It’s like what was talked about in the journal video, about when he would try to open up to Ian and it was met with suspicion so Ian would give him nothing back, “remind myself the more I gave, you’d want me less.” So because of that Anthony cannot be his friend, but he pays the price for what he lost.

“What do you tell your friends we / Shared dinners, long weekends with? / Truth is, I can't pretend it's / Platonic, it's just ended, so.”

Both POVs. Wondering what the other was telling their friends. Neither of them having an answer, because the truth is, it did just end.

“I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest (Off my chest) / Remind myself the way you faded 'til I left (Until I left) / I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost (Of what I lost) / And what it cost, now that we don't talk.”

Anthony’s POV again for the second chorus. This time reminding himself of how Ian, in his eyes, was a different person than he knew, that person he knew had “faded”.

“Guess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk / And the only way back to my dignity / Was to turn into a shrouded mystery / Just like I had been when you were chasing me / Guess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk.”

Ian’s POV. Him trying to rationalise and soften the blow by trying to convince himself that maybe he is better off now that they don’t talk. Him becoming a “shrouded mystery” to protect himself, just like he had done when Anthony was “chasing” him, trying to get him to open up. Ian guessed this was the way it had to be.

‘Suburban Legends’

Mainly from Anthony’s POV.

“You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious / Flush with the currency of cool / I was always turning out my empty pockets / And when it came to you.”

The magnetic pull he feels towards Ian is so strong that it’s almost annoying, how I imagine he was feeling in those ‘between years’, trying to move on but can’t. And Ian always remaining “cool” when Anthony was “turning out his empty pockets”, when he would be vulnerable and open up.

“I didn't come here to make friends / We were born to be suburban legends / When you hold me, it holds me together…”

As you’ll see the later the high school imagery in this song is coded towards them, so with the line “I didn’t come here to make friends” I see that from their school days, they didn’t expect each other to come into their lives. They didn’t know then how that would change the trajectory of their lives. They “were born to be suburban legends”, two boys from suburbia who ‘made it’. And they did hold each other together.

“I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs / Would surprise the whole school / When I ended up back at our class reunion / Walking in with you / You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries / With the pages ripped out / I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium / And I can still see you now.”

The high school imagery I was talking about. Anthony having this fantasy of them walking in together at their class reunion, surprising everyone that they were still together. “You’d be more than a chapter in my old diaries” Anthony’s journal. And Ian was more than a chapter in his life. “I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium and I can still see you now.” As he said in his interview with Ian, about seeing his childhood friend again in him, that image in his mind in those ‘between years’ as he stood in places that reminded him of Ian.

“I know that you still remember / We were born to be national treasures / When you told me we'd get back together…”

Both POVs. Knowing the other still remembers the promises they made to each other that they didn’t keep, ‘we’ll still be friends’, ‘we’ll hang out’, ‘we’ll collab’, “we’ll get back together…”

“Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block / I broke my own heart cause you were too polite to do it / Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door / You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined… / You don't knock anymore and I always knew it / That my life would be ruined.”

Anthony “broke his own heart” by leaving Smosh, by leaving Ian. He knows that. He knows Ian would’ve always been “too polite to do it”, to say anything. But now Ian “doesn’t knock anymore”, doesn’t come around anymore, and Anthony knows it’s his fault, knows he cut Ian off, and now his “whole life’s ruined” just like he “always knew it” would be by letting Ian go.

‘Is It Over Now?’

See the song from Both POV’s.

“Once the flight had flown (Uh-huh) / With the wilt of the rose (Uh-huh) / I slept all alone (Uh-huh) / You still wouldn't go.”

Them expecting to just move on, hoping the passage of time as the flowers die, “wilt of the rose”, would make things easier, would somehow erase things. But now they’re alone and the other still won’t leave their mind.

“Let's fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later / I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters…”

The moment Taylor teased these lyrics my mind was racing! “Fast forward” and they’re still thinking about the other, seeing their face everywhere. I also take it as, and this was how I first looked at the lyrics before I heard them, but them wishing they could “fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later”, till we’re past this, till we’re together again.

“You dream of my mouth before it called you a “lying traitor”.”

These last lyrics from the verse I’m seeing separately and from Ian’s POV. The frustrations he had of Anthony leaving, saying they were still friends, but ghosting him and never giving him a reason why.

“"Come here," I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out / Baby, was it over then? / And is it over now?”

“Come here”, come back to me. “Was it over then?”Was it over when you/I left? Was it over before that? “Is it over now?” All these questions reminded me of Anthony’s journal letter to Ian, all these unresolved questions swirling in their minds.

TW: suicidal ideation mention

“And my whispered sighs / Oh, Lord, I think about jumping / Off of very tall somethings / Just to see you come running / And say the one thing I've been wanting, but no.”

Them picturing doing some drastic to make the other come back and say the “one thing they’ve been wanting” to them to all this time. “But no”, that can’t happen. That won’t happen. I also think this verse touches on what they’ve been open about, which is their mental health in the ‘between years’. Especially Anthony.

“Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later (Oh) / If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her (Oh, no).”

We know Anthony’s got a thing for blue eyes. Do you think he was missing that blue in his life in the ‘between years’ and that playing a part in his dating choices?

“Flashing lights, oh, Lord (Oh) / Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later (Oh) / (Flashing lights) I was hoping you'd be there / And say the one thing (Oh, Lord) / I've been wanting (Oh, Lord) /But no.”

The wanting again. “Let’s fast forward”. “I was hoping you’d be there”. Come back, “say the one thing I’ve been wanting”. “But no.” That won’t happen.

And that’s the vault tracks! Hope you guys enjoyed my analysis, the only other track I didn’t cover on this as it wasn’t particularly canon coded in my eyes is ‘“Slut!”’, still a great song though and if the shipping side of things takes your fancy then have fun with it! Thanks again for reading, hope to see you guys again in future analysis 😊

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LETTERMAN

019; quinceañero

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summary: the one where ej and andy realise that there may be some romantic feelings between them that hadn't been there before, or had they? the new year test this revelation

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Nini had decided to stay in Salt Lake, and now, the whole drama department but Carlos were standing in Sebs barn.

"Why do I hear sheep but not see sheep?" Ashlyn asked in a panic and a sheep started bleating.

EJ jumped back with a girly scream and Andy laughed, like full belly laugh, "You sounded like a girl!" She said between laughs.

"Okay, okay, its not that funny, " EJ said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he pulled her back up, trying to stop her laughing.

"I'm sure Seb and Gina have a good reason for bringing us to his barn so late on a school night," Ricky stated.

"We gathered you guys here because I've had an idea," Gina explained, "And because we only have 48 hours,"

They all listened as they explained that they wanted to throw Carlos a quinceñearo. Andy thought it was a great idea and so did everyone else.

"For Carlos!" Ricky yelled out, placing his hand in the middle as everyone else put their hands on top, cheering.

Two days later and EJ and Andy turned up at the party in Sebs barn, helping to set everything up.

"Have I mentioned that you look good," EJ whispered in her ear as they walked up to help.

He was wearing a crimson coloured suit and she accidentally matched, wearing a dark red dress.

"Yeah, when I left my house and in the car ride over here," she replied as she helped set up his camera.

EJ just blushed, "Uh...Well, you do, uh," he stumbled over his words and she just laughed.

"Its fine, you look good as well," she said, winking at him before bending over to grab some boxes.

He watched her in awe for a second, his cheeks flushed red at her winking at him.

She finished unpacking the boxes and came back to where he was setting up the camera for the video that they were making for Carlos.

Andy was standing with EJ because they were both in the AV club, rolling the tape on Mr Mazzara when Miss Jenn ran over announcing Carlos will be here soon.

"Look at this fancy interview set up, don't forget to get my good side later," She said jokingly.

"Which side is that?" Mr Mazzara asked as she walked away.

EJ and Andy looked at each other, laughing slightly, "Smooth," EJ said.

"Cut, that is not going on the birthday tribute. And don't get me started on your flirting techniques Mr Caswell," Mazzara said.

EJs face went bright red at the insinuation and luckily Andy didn't understand because he knew that would just ruin their friendships.

They all got in their places and the doors opened, everyone yelling happy birthday to Carlos as him and Seb walkes in.

Nini and Ricky got on stage, calling Gina up as they walked off to allow her her mo.ent in the spotlight.

"When I saw the dance you posted, it reminded me of myself and how dance was such an escape, so I'm recreating it for you today," Gina explained with a smile.

She performed the exact dance that he had choreographed when he was in seventh grade.

That just made him smile, tearing up slightly as he watched it. Andy and EJ filmed the whole thing, cheering her on.

Gina called Carlos up on stage as she crowned him, everyone cheering as the dance ended.

They filmed some other videos before Seb got on stage, sitting at the piano.

He sighed, "Carlos, I think you know there is nothing greater than the love we share for power ballads originally song by iconic women," he said with a laugh.

Carlos chuckled, nodding his head. Andy looked over from where she was sitting and smiled at him.

"And you're my boyfriend but your also sort of my hero," Seb said before explaining that he was always a fan after watching the video when he was younger.

He performed 'The Climb' Carlos tearing up as he watched the performance with a smile on his face.

When he was finished, everyone applauded him, watching as the couple shared that moment.

Carlos jumped up, walking over to Deb and pulling him into a hug, "Where did you come from and why am I so lucky," he said before they kissed.

Everyone called for a speach, Seb grabbing Carlos a microphone.

"I'm not sure how I can thank you all for this, I've never been speechless," he said and everyone chuckled.

"I've done a little research, and you should be choosing your madrina," Seb explained, passing the mic back.

He chose his madrina to be the one person who always understood him completely, Miss Jenn.

Afterwards, EJ was filming her, watching as she sobbed with mascara running down her cheeks.

She ran off, Mazzara cornering EJ, "You have done well tonight," he said with a smile.

"If felt good to do this," EJ explained before looking over at Andy, his gaze landing on her.

She was standing with Ricky and Big Red, her head thrown back laughing at some joke Big Red had made.

"So, who was the most interesting interview?" Mazzara asked.

"Sorry, what," EJ asked, having heard none of what he was saying as he took his gaze off of Andy.

But Mazzara saw him gazing over at Andy and he smiled, "Nothing," he said before walking off.

Later that night, EJ and Andy were dancing in the crowd when he realised he had to tell her.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he wondered if it was the right time.

As he looked at her, so peaceful and at ease in his arms, he knew he couldn't wait any longer in telling her the way that he felt aboit her.

"I like you," he blurted out and she faltered, hands tensing on his shoulders.

"What?" She questioned, suddenly hyper aware if the fact that his hands were on her hips.

She froze. Her mind went completely blank as she questioned whether he had really said what she thought he'd said.

"I really like you, like, I think about you all the time like you, that I want you to be my girlfriend like you," EJ explained, his face red as he finally admitted it.

He started to feel self conscious. Every bone in his body was telling him that he had done the wrong thing and had just ruined his friendship with her.

"I-" she paused, pulling away from him. He was scared she was going to reject him but instead she grabbed his hand, "Come here,"

She pulled him outside, the two looking around before they stood in the middle of the field in the back of Sebs House.

EJ could feel his stomach doing flips. This was where she was going to beat him up for saying that and leave him to die.

He had this sickening feeling that he had just lost the best, best friend that he had ever had or ever would have.

"I like you too," Andy admitted and he smiled, placing both his hands on either of his face.

He let out a sigh of relief and she smiled as all the tension and fear left his body, his shoulders slumping down.

He smiled at her, unable to take his eyes off of her. All he could think about was how this beautiful woman had feelings for him.

"Can I-" he paused to smile at her, "-Can I kiss you?" He asked.

"Yes," she whispered, the two leaning in and kissing.

It was perfect and she never wanted to let go of him ever again. But as they pulled away, they rested their foreheads against each other with a giddy smile.

Well, that was until they leaned back in for a kiss, his hand resting on her waist as he pulled her back in closer.

He held her flush against him, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck as he kissed her softly, reveling in the moment.

"Well, wasn't expecting this," Mazzara said as he saw the two kissing against the barn.

They both jumped back to see their teacher standing there, arms folded across his chest, a smug look on his face.

"Don't tell anyone," EJ blurted our before looking at Andy, "I want to wait before we tell people,"

"Of course, my lips are sealed," Mazzara said, winking at them before walking back out.

Their cheeks were both burning red from their teacher having caught them kissing.

But then they broke out into a fit of laughter, her hand falling into his. It was the most surreal moment and they were both happier than ever.

"Does that mean, I'm your girlfriend now?" Andy asked, looking up at EJ after Mazzara walked out.

"If you want to be my girlfriend," he said, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He had never felt that way about anyone before, the fluttery feeling in his stomach as he looked at her.

"Course I do," she whispered, pulling him in for another kiss.

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Global Pop Star Lexie Liu Releases Album “The Happy Star”

Chinese singer and songwriter Lexie Liu has released “The Happy Star,” her first full album in three years. In her new 12-track body of work, Lexie takes her iconic, lyrically grungy sound and pushes it to new levels as she takes a deep dive into the hyperpop genre. Throughout this album, Lexie incorporates multiple languages, from Chinese to English to Spanish, and experiments with different emotions and tempos to create something that is simultaneously elevated as much as it is eerie. “The Happy Star” is available now on all digital streaming platforms.

Listen in here: https://open.spotify.com/album/6TncHvvXh96HDGtWGrsNIV?si=lFhQzyvJS0e06N6rbAVehA&nd=1

Inspired by the twenty-two Major Arcana from Tarot, each track represents one card from the deck, exploring themes of fate, creation, and the universe’s inherent, cyclical dispositions. While conceiving this album, Lexie plunged into her own spiritual journey to develop something uniquely her own in its sounds and meanings. Through a mystical lens, she seeks the innate beauty and potential of human nature; tapping into musings on our ambition, love, temptation, acceptance, and everything in between.

With its modern techno sound and sitar melodies, ‘FORTUNA’ is a perfect first track. Leading with an 90’s vibe, headlining the production without overworking the music too early on in the track list, this song is about finding our fortunes and feeds into the listener’s curiosity; baiting them into figuring out what the rest of this album has to offer. Closely following the build up in ‘FORTUNA’ is ‘dance dance’, a moody confession about finally being able to dance, free from any external inhibitions and influences. The trance-like haze put forth in ‘dance dance’ cuts short as we’re transported into the electro punk beat ‘3.14159’. Lexie calls out people and their unsolicited opinions, stating that they’ve “got glitter but they ain’t real diamonds.” Her catty lyrics are matched with an energetic, confident tone to round out this air of rebellious freedom that will have you throwing your fists in the air.

‘GANMA’ brings out the haughty, unbothered side out. With an almost chant-like delivery, Lexie’s bass driven rap in the beginning shifts to a lilting realization that since she can’t fall asleep anyways, there’s no point in sticking to routine. One of the more complex compositions in the album, ‘MAGICIAN’ is all about creation and the power to change that which is predestined. ‘DIABLO’ shows us this more sinister side of Lexie’s artistic expression. There’s an art to free-falling, one that Lexie is a master of.

Track 7 marks a turning point having finished her dance with the devil and reveling in chaotic freedom, ‘MIRA’ serves as Lexie’s rediscovery of self. It gathers elements from diverse cultures lyrically, from ‘Tao Te Ching’, ‘The Heart Sutra’ to The Bible. The intense bass line reflects the internal conflict of aggression and passivity, but the classical Chinese instrumentals and her lyrical, whispering vocals towards the end serve as a placid, personal acknowledgement to the answers she’s discovered. Lexie seems to have found peace in ‘Gaia’, by far the most serene track in this album. As the only track on this album that doesn’t stray from a constant, this track is mellow pacing and serves as a nice reprieve from the constant ebb and flow of Lexie’s music. ‘BAD DREAM’ is pure, raw vulnerability. It strips away the high production soundscape packed into the beginning of this album and instead opts for a simpler, soft R&B ballad.

Continuing in this R&B direction, Lexie picks the energy back up with the groovy, afrobeat inspired track ‘RRR’. She’s still pursuing that fortuitous future, but this time Lexie doesn’t mind having someone come along with her. As we near the end of the album, Lexie surprises us with a delicate story of innocent love. In ‘i wanna tell u’, her soft vocals and dream-like melodies wrap around us like a comforting blanket. “The Happy Star” goes full circle in its final track ‘Shanti’, bringing back the techo-infused, retro sounds from the first half of this album and combining it with the softer, uplifting tone of the latter. ‘Shanti’ provides the much needed, final breath of closure in this 12-track journey of an album.

ABOUT LEXIE LIU

Lexie Liu is a Chinese singer and songwriter creating a new template for pop music stardom, with her tantalizing lyrics, awareness of youth and gen-z culture, and “her provocative sound [that] transcends language barriers,” (i-D Magazine). Thus far, she’s released multiple singles, 2 EPs, and has even been featured as Seraphine in the League of Legends pop sensation “K/DA”, joining the likes of Madison Beer, (G)-IDLE, Kim Petras, Twice, Jaira Burns, and more in this pantheon of artists-turned- champions. According to V Magazine, “Lexie Liu is poised to become the face of a generation of new Chinese artists breaking into the American mainstream with a uniquely cross-cultural sound.”

Connect with Lexie Liu: Instagram | YouTube | Spotify | Twitter | TikTok

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Harry Styles — Enchanted

In honor of Harry’s 28th birthday, here is a long oneshot based on the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

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You had been invited to the 2019 Met Gala ahead of the release of your movie, Emma. After having some success in supporting roles, it was your first starring role, and it felt strange to be invited to an event by yourself, instead of as part of a larger cast. At least you knew Alessandro Michele from the perfume campaign you shot for Gucci earlier in the year, but since he was co-chair of the event he would probably be busy the whole night with people way more famous than you’d ever be. You were honestly kind of surprised that you were even invited.

In the back of the limo taking you to the event, you were frantically texting Joey King. The two of you had gotten close on the set of Summer ‘03, and had been nearly inseparable ever since.

u should be the one on the way to the met gala rn, not me!!!! You sent.

stop! u deserve this as much as anyone! She responded. Your phone then vibrated three times in rapid succession with new messages.

more than anyone, actually.

i’m just a teen rom-com nobody, but YOU were the face of gucci bloom!!!

also, no one under 21 is allowed :(

i’m literally about to throw up all over my dress

you’ll be fine, i promise. just be confident, and when in doubt, talk about the movie. and think about next year - we’ll be there together as an iconic bff duo. we can wear matching outfits!

if i get invited back, which i probably won’t if i show up with puke all over me

lol! just take deep breaths. and just think - maybe you’ll sit next to harry styles!

a girl can dream… that would definitely make me throw up, though.

gtg, we’re pulling up front ahhhhh!

i’ll try to steal you a souvenir

and this is why i love you! (laughing emoji) go kill it, bestie!

You smiled down at your phone, grateful for Joey’s ability to always cheer you up. Although you were still sick with nerves, you felt a little better knowing that at least you looked good. Smiling a little, you smoothed the skirt of your dress before grabbing the driver’s hand and letting him help you out of the car. You joined the line of people waiting for their turn on the pink carpet out front.

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After about ten minutes, it was your turn to step up. You were photographed alone, first, before being ushered next to Alessandro. His metallic pink look complimented your own nicely; he had styled you in a baby-pink empire-waist dress in homage to your upcoming movie, but with a full tulle skirt and giant, exaggerated puff sleeves. The dress was tea-length, showing off the delicate gold strappy stilettos on your feet, which matched the gold headpiece weaved into the intricate updo that you were sure you’d need help to take out.

“You look gorgeous, darling,” Alessandro whispered as you posed together, and your smile brightened. “I’ll find you when I’m inside, there’s someone I want you to meet!” You nodded, and he kissed your hands before you were whisked away by an assistant. She was explaining something to you about how the night would go, and you nodded along at all of the right moments. Once inside, you saw people talking over cocktails spread throughout the entryway.

“Once everyone’s here, you’ll head into the main room,” the assistant explained. You thanked her and headed straight for the bar for a glass of white wine. When the bartender handed it over not a minute later, you regretted not ordering something more complicated, but you thanked him and turned around to scan the room. Your heart sped up as you realized that most of the people here were either a lot older than you, or had been child stars, and just as you were about to go hide in the bathroom until dinner started, the woman standing next to you at the bar started up a conversation. You breathed a sigh of relief, and let her talk about all of her charity work. She was some New York socialite you’d never heard of until then. With a forced smile, you asked for more information about one of the organizations she supports, hoping to buy time until Alessandro was done outside.

Unfortunately, though, shortly after your question one of the woman’s friends swept her away to the other side of the room, and you were left trying to scan the room out of the corner of your eye. An older man with a pinched face walked up to the bar next to you. After he ordered his drink, he turned to face you.

“Hello, Y/N, right?” He asked with a wolfish grin on his face. You nodded. “I saw you in Summer ‘03, I thought you were great, but…” He trailed off into a tangent about plot holes and you tuned it out, nodding whenever he paused for a breath.

You were still discreetly scanning the room, looking for any way out of the conversation. Finally, you caught Elle Fanning looking over at you, and she waved you over to where she was chatting with her sister and Hailey Bieber. Relief flooded your body at the sight of a familiar face -- she and Joey had been friends for a while, so you had met her on a few occasions before and she had always been extremely nice.

“It was lovely to meet you, but I’m afraid I have to make my rounds,” you said, hoping your tone sounded more apologetic than you felt.

“Well, if you have some time later, I’d love to discuss this further with you!” The man, who hadn’t even told you his name, said with a little too much enthusiasm for your liking.

With a small, strained smile, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for Elle.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed as soon as you got close enough to hear. She introduced you to the other girls, and as you chatted with them about your outfits and upcoming projects, your nausea started to subside. Maybe the Met Gala wasn’t so scary, after all.

After just a few minutes, Alessandro swooped in, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Ladies, you all look absolutely gorgeous,” he said, gesturing to the other three girls in your group. “Of course, I wish you were wearing me, but…” He trailed off with a sly smile, making the others giggle.

“Not all of us are as inspiring as Y/N?” Elle supplied.

“Precisely.” You felt your face flush slightly and were grateful for the thick foundation and ample blush your makeup artist had applied for the event. “And that’s why, even though it pains me, I must whisk her away.” He patted your cheek gently. “This beauty must be paraded around.” You met Elle’s gaze and rolled your eyes.

“Talk to you later,” you called over your shoulder as Alessandro led you over to another group of people. He introduced you to a few celebrities and industry bigwigs, and as you inched closer to Beyonce, your nerves returned. As much as you would have loved to meet her, you weren’t sure if you were ready for that quite yet.

While Alessandro talked about his plans for an upcoming campaign with a few models and an agent, you let your gaze wander, taking in everyone’s outfits. You spent more time than was appropriate staring at Lady Gaga’s gorgeous, hot pink gown before you felt a familiar tingle on the back of your neck. It felt like someone was looking at you. Shaking your head slightly, you pulled your gaze from Lady Gaga and turned your head just slightly so you could see over your shoulder a bit, and you caught Harry Styles staring right at you. He had a drink in one hand and was leaning back against the bar, somehow managing to look casual even in a sheer, ruffled blouse. Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you realized you could see his tattoos through the fabric of his shirt. One side of his mouth quirked up when you trailed your gaze up to meet his green eyes. A familiar fluttering exploded in your stomach, and once again you were grateful to your makeup artist as you were sure underneath it all you were bright red. You dropped your gaze to the floor, smiling to yourself, and turned back to the conversation.

After a few more minutes, Alessandro swept you away again, and you felt like his doll, dressed up and being dragged around. It was nice to have someone you were comfortable with, but it was a bit overwhelming, meeting so many people in such a short amount of time. You had barely registered what direction he was leading you before you came to a halt, directly in front of Harry.

Alessandro pulled the other man in for a hug, kissing both of his cheeks affectionately.

“Harry!” He exclaimed as he pulled away, returning to your side.

“Alessandro!” Harry mimicked him, face lighting up in excitement. You bit your lip to keep from giggling; his enthusiasm was adorable.

“Finally, my two muses get to meet.” Alessandro turned to you. “Y/N, this is Harry. Harry, this is Y/N.” You froze, unsure of what to do, but Harry reached a hand out to you, palm open. After a moment’s hesitation, you placed your hand in his palm, just barely grazing his skin. But that was all it took. Fireworks, butterflies, electricity, your body cycled through every cliche in a matter of milliseconds. He squeezed your hand and brought it up to his lips, brushing them against the delicate skin on the back and causing goosebumps to erupt on the spot. His lips lingered for a moment.

“Enchante,” he whispered, and you could feel the movement of his lips on your skin. Finally, he lowered your hand back down, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. You felt lightheaded and sick in the best way possible, and you were sure he could see your heart beating through your skin.

“Hi,” you breathed, once you had caught your breath.

“Pleasure to finally meet you. I’m afraid we’ve been missing each other, like ships passing in the night.” His voice was warm and comforting

“Yeah.” You giggled slightly, trying to release some of the pressure in your chest. “Though I have spent a fair amount of time staring at the giant poster of your face.” You hoped he would understand the reference to the campaign artwork that Ale had put up in the back of the store where you had spent much of the last two weeks in dress fittings.

“Has he told you we’ll be working together in the next campaign?”

“I think he just did, but I was too distracted by Lady Gaga so I wasn’t paying much attention.” The corners of his eyes crinkled up when he laughed, and you decided your only goal in life is to hear that laugh as much as possible.

“She is stunning,” Harry agrees. “But you look positively ethereal.”

“Says you. I’m surprised you were standing here alone; I’m sure every woman in this room is dying to get a closer look at your tattoos.”

“I think they’re afraid to approach me if I’m honest. They make you the co-chair and suddenly you’re untouchable.”

“I completely forgot about that. Should I get down and kiss your shoes, your majesty?”

“Don’t be silly, a curtsy is perfectly acceptable.” Your eyes widened and panic flickered in your chest, but his laughter put your fears at ease.

“‘M only joking. ‘S not a big deal, really, I’m mostly just arm candy for Ale.” For the first time since you laid eyes on Harry, you turned your attention back to the room around you and noticed that Alessandro had disappeared.

“That makes two of us.” When you turned your attention back to Harry, he was grinning. A huge, goofy grin lit up his entire face, like the light inside him was bursting at the seams so much it was impossible to keep inside. The selfish part of you hoped it was all for you, but you tried not to get your hopes up. Before he could say anything else, one of the assistants walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Harry? It’s time for the receiving line,” she whispered to him.

“Thanks, I’ll be there in just a moment,” he replied, his voice taking on a more formal, distant tone than it had just minutes before. The assistant nods and scurries off, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Guess I gotta go serve my arm candy duty,” Harry said, lower lip stuck out in a slight pout. You had to fight the urge of your inner One Direction stan self to lean in and suck it in between yours.

“Should we take it in shifts tonight, then?” You said with a laugh, trying to give him an out but secretly hoping he wouldn’t take it.

“As tempting as that is, it’d be more fun to do it together, d’you think?” You were so shocked by his reply all you could do was nod. His lips quirked up into a smirk and he finished the last dregs of his drink before pushing himself away from the bar, closer to you. “Then it’s settled. See you in there?” He jerked his head in the general direction of where you assumed dinner was since no one had actually told you.

“I’ll be the one in pink,” you said, finally regaining your ability to form sentences. It was surprisingly easy; even though being near Harry-fucking-Styles made you feel like you were melting into a pile of goo, the conversation was effortless, ebbing and flowing like waves gently crashing on the shore.

“Don’t forget to curtsy!” He called over his shoulder with a wink. Smiling, you shook your head to focus back on your surroundings. Met Gala, right, I’m at the fucking Met Gala, you thought to yourself, still in disbelief. As you scanned the room, you saw it had emptied slightly, and most people were filling out through a set of french doors to the right of the room. You ordered another glass of wine and hung back, letting the more important people go first. Plus, you didn’t want to get to your table earlier than you had to, because Ale, and now Harry, were the only people you knew and they would be the last ones seated.

Once the room was almost empty, you swallowed the last sip of wine in your glass and made your way out, too.

The receiving line was a really strange experience. There were more people than you were expecting. The line stretched down a wide, dark corridor, lit only by a few sconces. What seemed like a million museum-related people kissed your cheeks and told you that you looked beautiful, and you were passed from one to the next in a whirlwind of expensive perfume.

Ale and Harry were at the end of the line, followed by Anna Wintour herself at the very end. When you finally made it to him, Ale pulled you into a hug, squeezing you to him tightly.

“Ma petite beauté!” He exclaimed, holding you at arm's length. “Good to see you haven’t spilled on your dress.” He was referencing the time you showed up to a fitting in a coffee-stained shirt after someone bumped into you on the subway.

“It was one time,” you said, rolling your eyes. “And I’ve been sticking with white wine, just in case.”

“Good girl.” He patted your cheek, then ushered you along to Harry.

“Hello again,” Harry said, and the way his accent drew out the vowels in each word made your knees weak.

“Your majesty,” you greeted, bending into the slightest curtsy with a smirk. The laugh that your actions drew from Harry’s lips was like honey, deep and rich.

“Finally, someone who actually respects my title!”

“I think if you had a crown people would realize how important you are.”

“That’s a great idea!” He turned to Ale, who was in the middle of talking to someone else. “Ale! Why didn’t you give me a crown?”

“Please,” Alessandro scoffed, “If anyone here deserves a crown, it’s Y/N.” You cover your mouth to try and hide the giggles that are bubbling out of you at the sight of Harry’s frown.

“I mean, he’s not wrong, but he didn’t have to say it like that,” Harry grumbled with a hint of faux-hurt in his voice.

From Harry’s other side, Anna cleared her throat.

“One second, one second,” Harry said, putting a hand up to tell her to chill. He reached for your hand again and you met him halfway, sliding yours into the warmth of his. His other hand clasped around it, and he bent down slightly, staring into your eyes with his own, deep green and sparkling. You let one corner of your lip twitch up into a small smile when he squeezed your hand.

“Save a dance for me?” He asked, voice barely more than a whisper.

“I think I can pencil you in,” you answered, winking. Satisfied with that answer, he let go of your hand and made a big show of ushering you over to Anna. She shook her head, laughing at him, and pulled you in for a hug, pressing a kiss to both of your cheeks.

“Welcome Y/N, thank you for coming,” she said as she reached for you.

“Thank you for having me,” you replied, wrapping your arms around her lightly.

“You two look great together,” she whispered into your ear with a pointed look over at Harry. You were pretty sure that the blush on your face was becoming permanent and that it would still be there when you took your makeup off later that night.

“We just met,” you whispered back, sparing a quick glance over at Harry who was chatting politely with the person behind you in line.

“I expect to see the two of you back here next year, together,” Anna said with a wink. “Now go on, grab a drink, mingle, it’s the Met Gala!” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at her dramatics and thanked her one more time before moving into the room. It was a large space full of tables, each with a centerpiece themed around the brand that purchased them. You found the Gucci table easily and looked for your name on the place cards. Your spot was across from Ale, next to Dakota Johnson and Florence Welch. Nobody else was seated yet, instead, they were spread out around the room enjoying drinks and chatting, so you decided to grab another glass of wine from the bar and wander around to look at some of the exhibits.

When you returned to your table, about half of the people had taken their seats, and your place card had been moved. In its place at your seat was Jared Leto’s. You glanced around the table, confused, but no one seemed to notice that anything was wrong. With a shrug, you made a lap around the table and found your card between Harry and Saorise Ronan. Ale’s spot was on Harry’s other side, and you wondered if he had moved you, trying to play matchmaker.

The two co-hosts did not come over to the table after the receiving line disbanded. They followed Anna up onto the stage at the front of the room, and you listened to them introduce her, laughing at their easy banter.

Ale and Harry took their seats while Anna talked, and Ale’s brows furrowed at you as he slid into his spot. You widened your eyes at him, pushing up your shoulders in the smallest hint of a shrug. As you turned your attention back towards Anna, you caught Harry’s eye and he winked at you with a small smirk on his lips.

Once Anna had finished her speech, a group of waiters descended on the table with the first course of the meal. At regular intervals throughout the night, they returned with more food, each dish more bizarre than the one before. The food tasted incredible, but the portions were tiny and the presentation made some things hard to eat.

Throughout the meal, you followed along with the conversations around you, only chiming in when someone addressed you directly. You were content to listen and take in your surroundings, soaking up your first Met Gala.

During the salad course, Harry leaned over, so close you could feel his breath tickle the side of your face.

“Pretty sure this doesn’t even count as food,” he whispered, gesturing towards his plate, and the three spinach leaves perched like a tent over a single cherry tomato with a line of dressing on the plate beside it. You choked on a laugh and tried to play it off as a cough.

“Yeah, I usually prefer my dressing on the salad instead of spread on the plate,” you whispered back, which made Harry laugh. Ale’s head whipped around to look at the two of you with a hint of a smile on his lips, abruptly interrupting his conversation with Jared and Dakota.

After the dessert plates were collected, everyone dispersed either to one of the bars for a refill or to smaller groups around the room for more socializing. Before you stood up, you slid a fork into your purse to bring back for Joey.

“Time to make the rounds,” Harry said as our table got up to mingle. You smiled and nodded as if you, too, had rounds to make (you didn’t). He took a few steps away then turned back toward you with a cheeky grin. “Save me a dance?”

“I’ll pencil you in,” you said, trying to stop yourself from smiling too big. The response slid off your tongue without conscious thought and you were shocked that it was not only coherent but funny, too. As soon as Harry was gone Ale swooped in to introduce you to what felt like everyone at the gala, singing your praises to anyone who would listen. Surprisingly, most people already knew who you were and were super nice. There was only one guy, some record producer, who was really rude, so all in all your first Met Gala was going better than you expected.

Harry had played a big part in that, of course, and as you followed Ale around the room, your eyes unconsciously sought him out. You didn’t realize you were doing it until his green eyes met yours, offering a wink or a smirk in your direction.

After another hour of chatting and drinking, the night took a turn. The lights started to dim and the chatter slowly dissipated into silence. Ale disappeared to go get another drink and suddenly you were left alone on the sidelines. You were glad to have a minute to breathe and take in your surroundings and scanned the room. Your eyes were drawn to Harry again, who was talking with a tall girl in a long black dress and towering heels that made her even taller. The tabloids had been publishing photos of him hanging out with some model, but from a distance, you couldn’t tell if it was her or not. You tried to swallow the jealousy that was rising within you, reminding yourself that you just met him and had absolutely no claim whatsoever, but your heart really wasn’t listening. Just as you were about to turn away and follow Ale to the bar, Harry turned his head and caught your eye, face lighting up as soon as you made eye contact. He leaned in to say something to the girl and she nodded at him, and then suddenly he was making his way towards you.

“You finally escaped Ale?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow at you.

“He went to get another drink, but I think he got distracted,” you answered with a giggle, turning towards the bar where Ale was performing some sort of card trick for a small crowd of celebrities.

“Classic.” Anna was heading onto the stage in the front of the room and you turned to Harry.

“What’s going on?”

“A super-secret performance.”

“Do you know who it is?”

“Yep, but I’m not gonna tell! It’ll ruin the surprise.” You pouted but before you could respond, you were interrupted by Anna’s voice.

“Good evening!” She said into the microphone, and the crowd cheered back at her. “We’ve got someone very special here tonight who will be helping us kick off the rest of the night. So feel free to sing along, dance, really get into it!” Cheers erupted again, so loud that Anna had to pause for almost a full minute before she could continue. “Without further ado, it is my pleasure to welcome Cher!” The curtain behind Anna slid up to reveal Cher facing away from the rest of the room, her band poised on the stage with her. The drummer counted down from four and then the rest of the band came in. Cher stayed turned around until it was time to sing, but when she finally faced the crowd, it was to the loudest cheers of the night.

You turned to Harry in excitement and he held his hand out to you.

“Dance with me?” He yelled over the music and you nodded, taking his hand in yours. He squeezed it softly and it took all of your restraint not to throw yourself at him, instead, you let him guide you, following the gentle tug of his hand closer to him. Right from the start, it felt natural; the way he pulled you in, spinning you under his arm, wrapping his free hand around your waist. His arms were loose around you and he led you around and around in a small circle. You swayed back and forth, letting the music flow through your body, trying not to think too hard about the fact that you were dancing with Harry Styles. Joey was going to freak out when you told her. Suddenly, you were grateful for Anna’s no-phone, no paparazzi rule, you wanted to be the one to tell her, and no doubt if photos were allowed it would be on every fan blog and tabloid website before you even left.

When Cher covered ABBA’s Waterloo, the whole crowd sang along, but you were pretty sure you and Harry were singing the loudest of all. You were jumping up and down, thrashing your head, following Anna’s directions to “really get into it.” Halfway through the song, Harry looped his arm through yours and started an impromptu kick line. Somehow it ended up expanding across the entire dance floor, you turned to your other side and realized that it was Joe Jonas next to you and nearly fainted. Yeah, Joey was going to be so jealous.

Next, she played a slower song, and Harry took your hand again and you swayed together to the beat. The rest of the room melted away until it was just you and Harry (and the musical stylings of Cher). Even when you took a break to catch your breath and get another drink after Cher’s set, you were only vaguely aware that other people existed.

The two of you got tipsier as the night went on and your dancing got sloppier and sillier, too. He spun you around the dance floor over and over again, both of you giggled the whole time.

“Lean back!” He said as one song faded to an end. His hand slid down to your lower back and he bent over slightly as you arched your back, letting him dip you. Blood rushed in your ears as he pulled you back up and immediately spun you around as the next song started. A squeal escaped your lips, followed by a burst of laughter. You couldn’t stop it; it kept bubbling up inside of you until you couldn’t hold it in any longer, and once you opened the floodgates, you couldn’t get them to close again. Harry spun you faster and you laughed harder, closing your eyes and leaning your head back so your hair fanned out around you. He was laughing too and you could feel his chest vibrating against yours as you danced. It filled you with every shade of glittering gold, warm and rich.

When you lifted your head back up, Harry’s hands slid up to your shoulder blades, pulling you closer. You could feel his breath ghosting over your lips and couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his tongue as it poked out to swipe across his bottom lip. Your own breathing was deep and heavy and you were convinced he was leaning in to kiss you, but then the song ended and Anna announced that limos were waiting outside to take everyone back to the hotel. Suddenly, the magic of the night dissipated and you pulled back a little, turning to watch everyone start to file out of the room.

“Guess we should probably…” you said quietly, but you didn’t move.

“Yeah,” Harry said, clearing his throat. “Probably.” The two of you stood there for another minute before Harry finally broke eye contact and let his hands drop to his sides.

You followed him towards the exit, but as you started to head towards the coat check, he grabbed your hand again and pulled you in the opposite direction.

“You can’t miss the photo!” He exclaimed.

“What photo?” You asked, scrunching up your nose in confusion as he opened the door to the women’s restroom to reveal a group of 30 of Hollywood’s most famous young adults arranged in front of the large mirror with none other than Kylie Jenner in the middle. Oh. That photo. You barely had time to react because as soon as Harry stopped on the edge of the group, Kylie was counting down.

“And 3…2…1…smile guys!” She exclaimed. Harry wrapped his arm around you right before she took the picture and the smile on your face in her post the next morning was big and bright.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said after you had gotten your coat and were waiting in line for your cars.

“It was a lot of fun,” he agreed, leaning over to give you one last hug before heading out the door. A few minutes later, you were waved through and got into your own limo.

It felt weird to get into separate cars after spending the whole night with Harry, especially when you were staying at the same hotel. But that’s just how it went at these sorts of events, the press needed to get shots of everyone leaving the party and that took precedence over saving money and gas by just renting a bus or something.

By the time you made it back to your hotel room, it was almost 2 a.m. You were exhausted but too wired to sleep, and after taking off your makeup and changing into sweats, you were pacing across the room. After spending all afternoon getting ready and all night drinking and dancing with the world’s most famous people, it was suddenly over. A strange sort of melancholy set in and you flopped down onto your bed with a deep sigh. This was the part no one told you about when you started acting, the highs you were prepared for, but the lows not so much. Because when the lights turned off, behind all of the glitz and glamor, at the end of the day you were still you, still alone in a hotel room in New York, hundreds of miles away from your family and friends.

Your thoughts wandered to Harry and the night you had spent together, and your anxiety started to ramp up. Had you made a fool of yourself? Did you act like too much of a fangirl? Everyone was probably thinking that you were trying to sleep your way to the top. He probably went straight to that model’s room and they were both laughing at how pathetic you were. A flush rose up your face as you replayed every single thing that had happened at the Met Gala.

Despite one side of you overthinking everything, there was another side holding out hope that any minute he would knock on the door and whisk you away to his castle in the clouds where you would get married and become the cloud princess and live happily ever after eating cotton candy for every meal. Okay, maybe that train of thought got a little out of hand, but it was Harry Styles and no matter how famous you got, you would always be the middle-school girl with a One Direction poster in her locker at heart.

When someone actually did knock on your door, you thought you were imagining it at first. But they knocked again and you realized it was real. Probably housekeeping, you thought to yourself as you got up. You opened the door and came face-to-face with Harry, who was wearing gray sweatpants and a black Gucci hoodie.

“Hey,” he said, scratching the back of his neck with one hand. “Wanna grab some pizza? I’m bloody starving.”

Maybe you’d get to be the cloud princess, after all.

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