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Harry pulling y/n on stage with him to honour her with his AOTY award!!!!!!😭😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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GRAMMYS 2023

A/N: student teaching and uni work are really giving it to me so thank you all for being patient with me! 💚

SUMMARY: Highlights from the first award show that YN and Harry attend as a married couple.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married ynrry

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As soon as Harry steps off his side of the Range Rover, he’s immediately extending his hand out to his wife. A loving smirk graces his face at the fact that over her pink embellished gloves, YN wears her wedding ring on her finger. This is the couple’s first major outing since they announced their new martial status online and being at the 65th Annual Grammy Awards only added to the excitement of the night. They’re easily the most anticipated guests of the night; it’s no question since every social media site and news article has named them the couple of the century. 

As usual, the couple first needs to take a couple pictures on the red carpet as individuals for promotal purposes before they can take some together. 

As they both take their stances at the red carpet, out of the corner of his eye, Harry can see how elegantly she poses for the screaming crowd of men in front of her. She smoothly shifts her head around the flashing lights with a smile that can make anyone’s knees weak. It’s difficult to not even spare a glance at her direction and in turn, YN can’t even hide the way she gives her husband loving looks. He looks absolutely amazing in his pastel patterned jumpsuit, possibly showing off more skin than she is but it’s not like anyone is complaining. 

When it’s their time to shift over a spot, YN playfully makes a shooing motion with her hands as he just stays there standing, full on gawking at her. He just shakes his head and pulls her to him and the blinding, flashing lights only increase as they capture the happy couple looking at one another like love-sick teenagers.

“Wait, then lemme stand on your left.”

“Why?” Harry questions as his love shuffles over to his other side, but a boyish smile overtakes his face at her response. 

“So I can show off me ring.”

She says it so nonchalantly before placing her hand on his tummy but her words cause such an impact for him. While she looks back towards the paparazzi, he just continues to stare at her that one can practically see the hearts in his eyes. For a good chunk of his life, he’s dreamed of a moment like this: just him and YN on the red carpet, head-over heels in love with each other, and their relationship out in the open. And they’re not here as bandmates, secret lovers, or any of that—they’re here married. Seeing the way her wedding ring sparkles from the flashing lights before them, he could almost cry from how happy he is. 

He can’t believe that this is his reality. So instead of questioning it further, of reminiscing in his daydream, he tugs her closer to his side and basks in this stomach flipping, butterfly-flapping feeling. 

...

“Oi, I know you!” YN beams at the curly haired photographer who did her Glambot for the past Grammy shows she’s attended.

“I know you,” Cole Walliser teases back as he watches the couple take the short steps up to the platform.

“V’brought a friend this time around,” She jokes and huffs out a laugh when she sees her husband’s dramatic, confused face. 

“Friend?”

“Alright, do you guys have any idea on what you both want to do? I think we need this one to be you two together.”

“We can do like, a serious pose that turns into a silly one?” YN suggests. 

“I love that idea! Alright, let’s do it,” The photographer claps his hand. “Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Styles.”

Harry brings YN over to stand closer beside him on the designated mark. With her back angled towards the camera, he places a hand on her exposed lower back while she places hers right where the fabric over his tummy ends. 

“Hear that, Mrs. Styles,” Harry says lowly in her ear, making her smile. “Friend my ass.”

“Alright, 3...2...1!”

As the camera moves quickly in front of them, the couple share the same ‘I own you’ face that their fans can’t get enough of. After a quick second, Harry breaks out into his dimply, open-mouth smile and his infamous peace sign. YN widely sticks her tongue out with her right eye scrunched closed.

...

“May the best man win,” Harry extends his hand out to her with a smirk. 

“Or woman,” His wife gives him a sly smirk of her own as she takes his hand in hers. She can’t help but give him a fond smile when he brings her hand to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. 

The couple’s nominations are mainly in the same categories. While they joke and jest about how they’re no winner or loosers, another part of them knows that their egos are just too big to not let their competitive sides simmer off to the side. 

Even then, as they announce that Harry’s House is the winner for Best Pop Album, nothing but pride and happiness overtakes YN for the man next to her. She’s practically a blubbering mess as she watches Harry take his second Grammy to add onto his shelf. 

“Making the album from start to finish has been the greatest experience of my life...aside from getting married, of course,” He huffs out a laugh while looking at his wife. The ceremony cameras turn to YN in between Lizzo and Adele. The two other women laugh and squeeze her a little tighter as she wipes away at the happy tears. 

“YN should be up here with me like I asked her to but she insisted that she was the competition so,” He teases as the audience chuckles. In all honesty, when he asked if she could come up with there with him if he were to win any of his categories, she told him that it’s his win, not hers. While she played a major part in making his music, she’d rather have all the attention, all the love, and all the cheering be for him. “From making it with two of my best friends and my YN to playing it to people has been the greatest joy I could have asked for...”

...

“Dare,” YN ultimately decides with a challenging raise of her eyebrow and a tempting smile.

As exciting as these awards shows can be, there are loads of downtime in between commercial breaks or stage performance set ups or even when the host begins to interact with one of the other celebrities in the audience. 

As a way to pass the time—and to help calm down their nerves for their upcoming categories—the couple has decided to play an innocent game of Truth or Dare. Well...as innocent as a game can get with the size of their egos. So far, Harry has been dared to cuss in his next acceptance speech, YN has admitted to running off to talk with Cardi B backstage instead of coming to be seated with Harry right away, and Harry revealed that had a wedgie the entire red carpet.

“I dare you to...” Her husband pinches at his bottom lip while his eyes scan the room. She eagerly watches as he looks to somewhere behind her and a dimpled smile overtakes his face. A giggle tumbles past his lips  before he says, “I dare yeh to go over to Bad Bunny and ask him if the fruit on the table is real.”

“Hmm...okay.”

Harry tries to cover up his laugh with a cough to his fist as he watches his wife get up from her chair next to him and makes her way over to Bad Bunny. The famous Latin artist is immediately getting up from his seat and greeting her with welcoming arms. 

“Hey, you,” YN says in Spanish. “How are you?”

“I’m doing amazing, my love. And you? You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you. I’m good, I’m good. Your performance earlier was absolutely amazing.”

It’s true, when he took the stage for the opening of the ceremony, she was already on her feet and moving her hips to the upbeat music. She even pulled Harry out of his seat, held onto both of his hands as she guided him to the beat of the song. She’d be lying if she said that he wasn’t getting better at dancing—this becomes more and more apparent every show on tour he does. 

Benito puts a hand over his heart with a shrug, “Thank you, I try. That’s an honor coming from you.”

“You’re too sweet. Hey listen, can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want.”

“So...are we allowed to eat those?” She nods towards the array of delicately sliced and decorated fruits scattered around the center of the small table. “Like are they even real?”

“I think so, my love,” He nods reassuringly with a furrow of his eyebrows, clearly confused by her question but he doesn’t want to come off as rude. 

“Cause I’m starving, man, but I don’t want to get in trouble or anything.”

When Bad Bunny leans over the table to get a better look at the fruit, YN playfully widens her eyes at her husband a little bit away, a smile threatening to break out on her lips before she regains her composure once the artist stands upright again. 

“Here you go, mama.” YN coos and cups her hands as he hands her slices of cucumber. He takes a thin slice and pops one in his mouth, “They’re all good, sweetheart.”

“Aw, thank you so much. I love you,” She leans closer to him and plants a kiss on both of his cheeks. It’s an odd experience for Harry to feel only a flicker of jealousy at the sight of his love and another man because despite his possessiveness, seeing her walk back over to him, pushing a cucumber slice past her cheeky lips with her wedding ring shining under the roaming lights is enough to dose the same flame.

“If the camera happens to pan over to us, I dare yeh to just dead stare at the camera.”

“Want one? They’re real,” His wife teases before the speakers announce that they’ll be live in 10 seconds. As Trevor begins to prepare to speak with one of the cameramen in front of him, YN leans over to Harry and whispers in his ear, “Truth or Dare?”

His brows pinch together for a second, really seeing if she wanted to continue their little game despite the show starting up again. One look at her tempting smile is all the confirmation he needed, “Dare.”

“And we’re on in three...two...one...”

“Truth or dar—”

“Dare,” A cheeky smirk tugs on his wife’s lips.

“I dare you to do it with me.”

Soon enough, Twitter and every other social media site blows up with people recording the bottom corner of their TV screens to capture how the newlyweds just stare at the camera with a furrow in their brows for an unsettling amount of time.

...

“I have the very special honor of introducing this next performer. I’ve known this man since we were merely sixteen years old and it’s taken him 12 years to finally put a ring on it,” YN smiles and takes a second to let the audience members have their laugh. “This man has made a tremendous impact on me life and to the lives of many others through his heart-touching music to promoting how the world can be a better place if we all show each other just a little bit of kindness. Harry, you are an inspiration to so many people and just know that your kindness does not go unnoticed. Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for my husband, Mister Harry Styles!”

...

“Harry and YN YL-Styles are here tonight, everybody!” The camera captures the way the couple sits happily together. Harry has his right hand securely and protectively resting on YN’s knee. After giving a brief wave to the camera, he secretly boasts when she places her left hand on his to show off the rock on her finger.

“That's right. I mean what can you say about these two that hasn’t been said? Incredible albums, mind-blowing tours, both men and women alike throw their pants at these guys!” Thankful for their media training, they huff out a dry laugh making it seem like a genuine one. It was a silly thought to assume that the host wasn’t going to make a jab at the couple given the way he’s been cracking jokes all evening.

“Easily the world’s sexiest couple. There’s no competition. Sex symbols of the globe. Especially now since they killed off the Green M&M. Give it up for the newlyweds! Congratulations to you both. Come on, another round of applause for these guys!”

The couple give him a polite nod of gratitude and once the cameras and Trevor walk away, Lizzo leans over to them and lets them see the dramatic roll of her eyes. They chuckle at their friend’s reaction and are eternally grateful for her acknowledging the inappropriate comment. Not like the comment like that was new to them, they’ve been receiving that type of commentary ever since they were sixteen years old. One could say that it’s part of the job, of the industry they decided to enter into, but it’s 2023 now. One would think that those comments would be dead at this point. Clearly, it’s not.

“Just to ease all the gears turning in yeh head,” YN leans close to her husband’s attempt to disclose his irrated face (an outsider would assume that nothing’s wrong but she can tell). “I think you were sexy way  before they killed off the Green M&M.”

“Fuck off,” Harry huffs out a laugh and it ignites one from her. His one distraught expression is replaced with his eyes squeezing shut, his dimples digging into his cheeks and his nose scrunching up cutely.

...

(performance audio!) 

“65th Grammys!” YN’s sweet voice rings throughout the arena. She stands at the center of a grand staircase in her minimal and revealing outfit with a crowd of background dancers around her. “Let’s go! Whoo! You might think I’m crazy, the way I’ve been craving, if I put it quite plainly, just gimme them babies...”

The cameramen are able to capture the way a sea of celebrities are all on their feet as they watch YN perform: Lizzo and Adele dance with their hands in the air as they sing along to 34+35, Taylor Swift bounces to the beat of the song with a content smile, Beyonce claps along and mouths along to the lyrics. 

And of course, the camera never fails to record how Harry holds a fond dimpled smile as he watches his wife take the stage. All he can think of when he watches her is how good of a performer she is. As nervous as she was to perform at this prestigious award show, she’s absolutely killing it, treating this with the same about of love and passion as any other show on her tour. The audience feeds off of her positive energy and it shows as the entire room dances and sings along. 

As the bridge of the song comes on, YN keeps her eyes on the distinguishable white blazer among the crowd. She lowers herself to do her floorwork dance routine with her four core tour dancers and the crowd goes crazy at her sensual moves. Especially when she lays on her tummy while doing the splits, resting her head in her hand while her leg slides across the floor with a bounce of her bum. 

Despite the loud crowd, she can hear the ear-piercing whistle from her husband. She can help but huff out a laugh, trying to keep her composure but failing. 

...

“And the Grammy goes to....YN, Need To Know!”

YN’s dreaming, she must be. Life certainly doesn’t seem real as she walks up the steps of the stage and hugs non other than Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson after he announces that she won for Best Pop Solo Performance. After hugging her husband and the other two women within her category, she finds herself holding yet another Grammy award in her hands. 

“Holy shit!” YN beams. “I have so many people to thank for this award but this one—hands down—goes to me fans. I—” She lets out a genuine laugh, the kind where a snort slips out. The audience members laugh along with her, feeding off of her bubbly energy. 

“The fans made this song what it is. I—this song wasn’t even supposed to be on me album! But it got leaked and when the fans gave it so much love, they made it into a single. Never in a million years would I think that this song would get this much love, let alone get one of these so, thank you to all me fans. I love you all very much!”

...

Harry stands beside her at their designated table but rather than looking out at the performers, his eyes are set on YN. A fond smile graces his lips as he sees her dancing and rapping along with every artist that comes out on stage for the 50 Years of Hip Hop Tribute. 

He gives her an amused smile when she turns to look up at him, pointing at him aggressively as she sassily raps along to Queen Latifah’s U.N.I.T.Y. 

He laughs at her reaction to Busta Rhymes taking the stage. With her eyes still glued to the stage before them, she grips on the flap of his blazer with a shocked, excited smile. She lets out a laugh mixed with a squeal when Rhymes raps his verse from Look At Me Now at lightning speed. Her fingers cover her temples, completely blown out of her mind at the absolute magic that is happening right in front of her.

And when Missy Elliot comes out, YN sways her way in front of Harry. With his arm resting over her shoulder, she takes his dangling hand and while leaning over she moves her hips to the beat of the female legend rapping, “rump shaking” over and over again. She gives him a cheeky look over her shoulder while she does it and when they hear Lizzo and Adele cheering her on, the couple bursts out laughing.

For the rest of the performance, Harry has her back pressed to his chest, arms secured over her shoulders and chest as they lightly bounce together to the beat of the songs. 

...

Although neither Harry nor YN won Record of the Year, they both couldn’t be happier that Lizzo was the one to receive the award. As soon as her name was called, the married couple were quickly on their feet, cheering and whistling loudly in celebration for their good friend.

“I also want to thank my girl, YN, over there!” Lizzo points over to where the couple stands with a loud laugh. YN yells out an Oi! Oi! with her hand up, a big smile gracing her face as she looks at one of her dear friends. “Miss m’am, you’ve been such an inspiration to me and I just wanna give you a shout out for helping produce some of my songs. This girl is the one who said this song should be my single!”

The camera turns back to YN as Harry tugs her to his side, throwing an arm over the tops of her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

...

“I see your point,” Riley puts his hands together in an understanding way from his spot at the round table, trying to be as polite as he can towards the elderly woman. “But have you considered listening to his former band mate turned wife’s album MY FUTURE?”

“Hi, I’m Riley and I think YN YLN’s album MY FUTURE is the Album of the Year. I have been a Directioner since the band first started and have been YN-ie since she went solo.”

A vertical video clip plays of an over-excited tween Riley at the barricade of the Take Me Home tour stage. Nineteen year old YN stands as close to the edge of the stage as she possibly can with her arm out towards the superfan. She blows him a kiss and gives him a twiddle of her fingers before walking back over to where the rest of the boys are lined up in a row.

Another clip shows YN decked out in her iconic sparkly blue bodysuit from her current tour standing at the end of the catwalk and pointing to Riley with a beaming smile, recognizing him from the shows he’s been to for the past couple of years.

“Her music is that light at the end of the tunnel, you know? She’s a bad B and sunshine all wrapped into one.” He moves his hands in front of him as he speaks passionately about his favorite artist. “She speaks to everyone through her music—it’s truly for everyone. She has grown so much as a songwriter, a producer, a human being over the past couple of years and this album is a true testament to that.”

...

It’s one thing to be nominated for Producer of the Year for a second time but it’s another to win it a second time. So imagine YN’s utter shock to hear her name be called for possibly the most significant award of her career. 

“I would like to thank the academy, my wonderful team, me mum, me fans. And last but not least, I would like to thank my better half, my husband over there—” YN huffs out a laugh when the audience goes into a fit of cheering as the sight of Harry standing and blowing her kisses. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have never chased my dream of becoming a producer. That man has supported me and just encouraged me to work hard and to make music that makes me happy. I love you with all my heart and thank you so much. 

To win this award a second year in a row—the first and only female to be nominated and win—” YN takes a step back with her eyes watery, her laughter ringing through the arena as the audience gives her a standing ovation. She can hear Harry’s whistle over all the cheering and clapping, and she couldn't be any happier.

“This is the highlight of me career and quite frankly, the coolest fookin’ thing to ever happen to me. Thank you so much and this one is to all the female producers out there!”

...

“And the Grammy goes to...” Trevor looks among the superfans behind him. He passes by Riley and says to the older woman that she can read out the winner.

”H-Harry! Harry’s House!” Reina yells out in utter excitement. 

Harry puts his face in his hands as he’s overcome with emotions. Never in a million years would he ever think that he would win the award for Album of the Year and yet here he is with his name being called as the winner. 

Meanwhile, as soon as her husband’s album is called, she puts her hands up in the air and screams at the top of her lungs. There are no bitter feelings of jealousy in her. He deserves it. She knows more than anyone that this ball of sunshine has been working his bum off to create the music that he loves and this award just proves that he’s doing something truly special. She puts her hands on Harry’s shoulders and tugs him close to her, him still covering his face as he digs his head into the crook of her shoulder. She beams and laughs along with Lizzo, reaching over to meet her high-five.

After the initial shock is over, he’s standing up and immediately pulling his teary-eyed wife into his arms.

“Congratulations, baby,” She lovingly says into his ear as he rocks them back and forth, gripping onto her as he’s afraid she may suddenly disappear. She sees his beautiful dimpled smile before cupping her face and planting a kiss to her lips. Both of them are so overjoyed, so blissfully overwhelmed by this award that they’re just floating on Cloud 9.

After she hugs the other producers—her teammates for this project—Harry quickly grips her hands and nods towards the stage. She shakes her head, wanting this to be his moment, but he’s not taking ‘no’ for an answer. The other two producers get behind her so she can’t go anywhere else and Harry has her arm looped through his as he guides them towards the stage. 

Once they make it to the stage, her heart nearly bursts when Harry playfully makes his way over to the elderly woman, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame and jumping up and down. It’s such a sweet sight and it occurs to YN how special and rare these moments can be. 

Before all of the superfans can make their way off the stage completely, YN quickly jogs over to Riley and he immediately accepts her warm embrace.

This is one of the first times where she can express her love to one of her fans, to show a tiny bit of appreciation for all the love she has for her fanbase—people who have been by her side since the very beginning. It’s not an easy feeling to come to terms with the fact that she will never know all of her fans on a personal level, to individually thank each and every single person for all that they’ve done for her.

Riley’s jaw is on the floor over her shoulder and when she pulls back, she takes his face in her hands, “‘Fank you so much, Riley. Love you, babe.”

After planting a kiss on his cheek, she rejoins her co-producers behind Harry. The two men welcome her embrace in a group hug and once Harry can see that she’s behind him, he begins his speech.

“Shit. Well, shit! Man, I’ve just been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. I listen to every single person in this category. I think on nights like tonight, it’s important for us to remember that there is no best in music.”

As Harry continues his speech, fans can see the way that YN’s eyes are glossy and how she bites down on her bottom lip, one breath away from truly bursting into a fit of tears.

“This is really, really kind. I’m so, so, grateful. I...this doesn't happen to people like me very often and this is so, so kind. I would like to thank my wife, YN, who I made the majority of the album with,” The audience collectively coos as he turns his attention to his love behind him. “You’ve been my biggest supporter, my best friend and the love of my life for as long as I can remember. Thank you for helping me make every album I’ve ever made and for this one in particular. This album is for you and so is this award.”

YN puts a hand over her bright smile as he passes her the Grammy with a kiss on her cheek. The audience cheers and claps in excitement as she comes up to the microphone.

Before she can even get a word out, she looks down at the Grammy in her hands and huffs out a light laugh of disbelief. 

“Erm, I think Harry said it best in that we don’t make music with the intention of us getting one of these. I’m so unbelievably honored to have worked with Harry since the start of our careers in the band and beyond that. 

My love, I want to thank you for the trust that you’ve given me when we make music. Every second that we’ve worked on this album has been incredibly special to me. It’s...I’m so incredibly over the fookin’ moon right now. I want to pass it onto my wonderful collaborators who helped make Harry’s vision come to life.” 

While the other producers give their brief ‘thank you’ speeches, fans are more focused on the couple behind them. 

When YN passes the Grammy off to Kid, she’s immediately engulfed by her husband. Her hands grip onto his shoulders as he digs his forehead to the middle of her chest and shakes it in disbelief—an action that looks like he’s motorboating her if taken out of context. She takes his face in her hands and gives him one of her breath-taking smiles. Although their conversation doesn’t get picked up by the microphones, fans can read her lips as she mouths “I love you,” and “So proud of you.” 

She closes her eyes with a smile when he digs his face back into the crook of her neck and rocks them from side to side. The faint sound of her giggling is picked up as he mumbles something against the shell of her ear.

If it were any other situation, the couple probably would have tamed their public displays of affection in front of so many watchful eyes. If. 

...

After the award ceremony has come to a close, everyone takes their turn doing a photoshoot with their Grammys.

YN certainly has her arms full trying to hold her four Grammys in her arms. It’s not long until she holds her Grammy for being one of the producers for Harry’s Album of the Year Award along with Tyler, Kid, and of course, her husband.

“Do the two of you want to do one together? Let’s do one together!” The photographer decides without the couple’s imput but they certain don’t complain. 

Soon enough, Harry sits on the fancy couch they have set up for them. While he holds his two Grammys in his hands, YN holds two of her own before sitting down on his thigh.

“Is this seat taken?” YN teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows. The photographer’s assistance places her other two awards beside them on the couch. 

“Never,” He smiles up at her and a flash of light washes over them at the photographer taking a candid picture of them.

When YN posts one of the pictures on her instagram, it’s YN in Harry’s lap with their collective Grammys sat on the couch with them. She’s cradling one of the awards like a baby and they both look at it with playful, exasperated love.

She captions it with: We’re just one big happy family.

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[rock-and-roll-hell]

December 7, 1977

Checkerdome - St. Louis, Missouri

Alive II tour

📸: joe brittin

From local preshow press: "Picture fire-breathing and blood-vomiting by weirdoes in drag with painted faces, outrageously attired in platform boots and skin-tight jumpsuits embellished with scales, studs and feathers. Their show is big on circus sideshow fare: fire pods, a hydraulically levitating drum stand, showering confetti and colored smoke bombs. All this accompanied by a pulsating and hypnotic rock sound... KIϟϟ is coming to town" (St. Louis Post-Dispatch, 12/1/77). It's probably not surprising that a venue originally built as a livestock hall (aka "The Barn") was notorious for its terrible acoustics. While a KISS show may have come close, the venue was finally blown up on Feb. 27, 1999 with 133lbs of TNT.

[lieutenant-teach]

‘Loki’ Costumes season 2 – review (critical)

Accidentally bumped into information that the ‘Loki’ series are nominated for Costume Designers Guild Award 2024. Then watched an official Marvel Studios video about hidden details in Loki’s costumes season 2. And – WTF?

In general, the impression is like the creators thought ‘this fine actor will make even this shit work’. I mean, ‘Loki’ designer Christine Wada announces ‘a new tie and a new coat’ in season 2 as smth really great and unexpected. Well, after a prison jumpsuit and a torn and bloodied shirt of the 1st season, yes – this is really new!

She brags about authentic costumes from 1970s and 1890s, but I think there’s not much to boast about. I mean, the designers of ‘Thor’ 2011 had much more work to do – to create Norse-fantasy-styled costumes based on ridiculous comic pajamas from scratch. And they nailed it! And they won the award – absolutely deservedly! Here… well, some suits. Yes, some work is done, but still – they’re just suits (not even that pretty). Nothing award-worthy. The frilly 70’s-styled shirt he’s wearing is outright ugly. If you’ve seen ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’, maybe you remember a second-hand robe Ron’s wearing to the Yule Ball. Same shit.

I was surprised to learn about gold embroidery on Loki’s final drapes costume. In shitty lighting of the scene I failed to notice any details. ‘Loki’s final transformation reimagines his godly form with a new humility’ – why doesn’t Thor get to wear drapes in ‘Thor’ 2011 after becoming worthy and humble? Odin wears a gold armour – why isn’t he humbled with plain drapes? Huh? Why is only Loki… ah, yes, it’s Loki. Silly me, I forgot. Everyone deserves a beautiful costume, but not him. Also, why horns are not gold??? They’re always gold!

In general, his new costume is dull – no interesting eye-catching little embellishments, no distinct colours. I mean, look at Wanda’s new costume, at Sam’s. Heck, even Thor’s. Loki’s new costume is just for any other character – nothing speaks about Loki here. Nothing Norse, just simple and plain. And ‘simple and plain’ isn’t supposed to be about Loki – any kind of Loki, myth, comic or MCU.

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THE 112 DAYS THEORY FOR RE-RECORDS

This is a theory that states Taylor is releasing her rerecords in a 112 day pattern. This is simply a theory, I have no knowledge from Taylor or her team, I’m just a delulu swiftie trying to figure things out and use Easter eggs to understand the mastermind behind it all🤍 This is a theory from TikTok user NikkiKing23, I’ve added some of my own embellishments in here too🤍

Number Significance

112 songs stolen by Big Machine Records (not including versions of the same song (Bad Blood ft Kendrick Lamar and Thug Story are both official songs that are counted as they were released)

112 days between start of The Eras Tour (3/17) and Speak Now TV release (7/7)

112 days between Speak Now TV release and 1989 TV release (10/27)

1+12= 13!

The Midnight’s vinyls made a clock. Clocks read 1-12! Taylor made a video saying “It’s a clock. It tells time.” Perhaps it is telling the times of the re-records dropping.

Taylor’s eyeshadow in each piece of the vinyl clock is a colour of the remaining stolen albums (in chronological order)

We know Taylor uses her makeup to foreshadow albums - for example the Bejewelled makeup look where she represents each of her albums in a coloured area of eyeshadow

The Eras Tour clock begins at 02:24 (122 x 2 = 224)

2 rerecords have been announced during this leg

There was 224 days between FearlessTV (April 9th 2021) and the ORIGINAL intended date of RedTV (November 19th 2021) - Taylor however moved RedTV forward by a week to Nov12th (my bday lol)

There was 336 days (112 x 3) between RedTV’s OG intended date Nov19th to Midnights release date October 21st 2022

Possible Hinduism reference to Karma (more info in this post!!)

Following the 112 days pattern

Reputation would drop February 16th

Taylor is in Melbourne on this date & it’s a Friday

There have been MULTIPLE strong indicators of reputation coming in February, including the coffee cup nail, the waving devils hand, the consistent use of 2 items in backgrounds of scenes (post coming soon!)

And Debut would drop June 7th

Taylor is in Edinburgh on this date & it’s a Friday

It is also Night One of her UK tour

This agrees with the Karma MV easter eggs as well as timing easter eggs (post coming soon too!)

If Taylor was to reclaim her albums in this way she would technically release one in each continental leg in her tour

Speak Now TV during North American

1989 TV during South American

Reputation during Australasian

Taylor Swift during European

“THE MAN WALL” & KARMA LINK

This theory agrees that the “The Man” wall is being used in an infinity sign. Taylor has worn quite a lot of infinity sign jewellery over the rerecords process. The Coney Island bridge theory also works here too.

This proposes Reputation is next and then Debut.

Karma is in the middle of this wall at the centre of the infinity sign. Karma is an infinite cycle of death and rebirth.

Taylor has used lots of imagery in this idea, with the snake eating itself in the LWYMMD lyric video and in the ME! music video, the snake bursts into butterflies (aka is reborn into butterflies, showing freedom).

In the rerecording process, Taylor has to kill off her old albums, denying them streaming potential, but gives rebirth to them under her own name.

Karma is essential to both Buddhist and Hindu teachings.

In Hinduism there are 112 ways to break out of the cycle of Karma and reach a state of eternal bliss & freedom (this is called Moksha).

Moksha is often represented by a bird breaking free of a cage.

Taylor has used the imagery of being stuck in a birdcage in LWYMMD.

Orange is the colour that means purity in Hinduism.

Taylor often depicts Karma as being orange (“The Man” wall, supposed “lost album colour”)

She wears an orange jumpsuit whilst stuck in the birdcage.

Once Taylor has released all of her albums, and broken free of the cycle of Karma, she’s free to do as she wishes to and there will be nothing holding her back after 5yrs of her masters being held. She’ll have reached the eternal bliss and freedom she wishes for.

OG theory trom Nikki King, added and embellished by myself!

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I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Chapter 3

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For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost

Saturday, December 17th, 2022

London, England

“Freddie, can you hand that empty rack down?”

He passes the clothing rack to you from the back of the truck, before lowering the lift and jumping down himself.

“Thanks!” You call over your shoulder as you begin to wheel the rack toward the loading bay of the venue.

Almost all the gear has been set up now. The crew have been here since 11am, while you got to work from your hotel room. Your trunks of mended, cleaned and ironed outfits are the last thing to be brought in by the roadies.

The backstage area of this venue is much bigger than the last few you’ve been to. Usually, you stow all the trunks in the green room and just unpack what’s needed for each member of the band. Tonight, though, you have the luxury of setting up each trunk in the respective dressing room, with all the selected outfits for this tour available to each boy to choose from. Sam and Josh are sharing one room, Jake and Danny in the other.

The selections they’ve made for this tour are incredible, tailored pieces of black, white and shades of gold, all adorned with sparkly embroidery, rhinestones and sequins. You love seeing them all dressed up together, truly a vision come to life, and you feel so prideful that you’re the one that gets to look after these incredible garments while they’re on the road.

You’d spent your morning meticulously steaming Josh’s sheer, floaty golden robe, among other things, as per his requests. They all usually have a vision for each night, swapping out the pieces to give themselves a fresh yet cohesive look for each city.

Josh is partial to his jumpsuits, he has 13 with him on this tour. They suit his personality so perfectly, heightening that spunk and flair he naturally exudes. Your favourite is his gold velvet one, covered in embroidered white roses.

Sammy wears suits, no shirt underneath, always high-waisted trousers with hip-length jackets, and always with his signature pleated wing under the left arm. This tour he’d been rocking the sword appliqué on all his pieces. 

“It’s my new thing!” He’d told you.

Danny has his own style, same-same but different from the rest of the band. Like Josh, he loves the sparkles and capes, but his outfits have to be extra-functional for drumming, so he usually wears a seperate bejewelled top and short cape with his classic, pleated satin pants.

Jake’s outfits are always your favourite. Like Sam, he wears suits, but with tighter trousers and cropped jackets. The silhouette reminds you of a military uniform, like he’s preparing for battle before he takes the stage. You love the many black suits he wears, all similar with unique gold embellishments, but your favourite is his white suit. Unlike his others, this one has lapels, and is covered in incredibly detailed gold archery motifs. When you first saw him in it, you’d felt your heart skip a beat. You’d tried to keep your awe to yourself, not wanting to inflate his ego further, but you had to compliment him. He’d looked phenomenal.

“This one looks the best on you.” You’d tried to sound casual, with a mouth full of sewing pins, as you marked the alterations on his shoulder.

He’d raised an eyebrow at you. “Huh. You think so?”

You nodded.

He hummed. “I’ll have to remember that.”

You’d smiled at that, your cheeks reddening.

He’s yet to wear it for a show, but you imagine he’s saving it up for a special one, perhaps when you return to the States. You always keep all their options available for them, as some people (Josh) like to change their mind a few times before settling on a look.

You eye the white suit as you open up his trunk, beginning to unload their selections for this evening’s show. You consult the list you’ve been emailed, hanging Jake’s rose suit and Danny’s black satin trousers and silver vest onto the rack you brought with you, triple checking for any loose threads.

It’s nearing 5pm, and you know the boys will be done with soundcheck soon. According to your itinerary, doors tonight open at 6.30. You’re keen to have everything set up before they come down, not eager to run into Jake after your strange interaction last night.

Danny and Jake’s bags are already stowed in the corner of the room, with an opened bottle of Jack Daniels on the dressing table. You sigh. The excessive drinking just proves to you that Jake can’t possibly be as unaffected by your situation as he’s putting on.

You’ve been replaying last night in your head all day, unsure what to make of it. He was obviously drunk, you knew that. But after the awful non-interactions you’d had earlier in the day, his desperation for you to stay with him last night was making your head spin. You want to confront him about it, but you decide that now isn’t the time. One last show, and you’ll be heading home tomorrow.

Once you’re satisfied with the set up, you head over to Sam and Josh’s dressing room. As you reach the door at the corner of the hallway, all painted black bricks and fluorescent lighting, you hear footsteps coming from the other direction. You poke your head around, and when you see Danny’s smiling face moving toward you, you step out fully.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a genuine grin. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since we left Manchester! Busy day yesterday?” He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

If anyone can catch onto your mood without you having to say a word, it’s Danny. He can just read people like that.

You return the smile, realising he’s right. You’d been so determined to coop yourself up to avoid Jake, you’d missed out on seeing the rest of your friends. 

“Sorry, Dan. I had so much work to do - had to fix your cape! Missed you though. How was your first night in London?”

“Fucking awesome.” He chuckles. “A few of the gang went a bit too hard, too early, though. By 1am it was only Josh, Jules, Meghan and I left.” He shakes his head. “How did Jake manage this morning? He and Sam were the first to bail.”

You give a little smile. “Not sure, I wasn’t with him this morning.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “Really? Surprised to hear it, if I’m honest. He wouldn’t shut up about you last night. Thought you might’ve finally broken your rule and done the deed.” He smirks.

You chew your lip and shake your head. “No, nothing like that. I saw him when he got in, though, he was in pretty rough shape.” You give him a rueful smile.

Danny is the only member of the band that you’ve really talked to about your friendship with Jake. Although he doesn’t explicitly know of your feelings, you imagine he has an inkling as to why you won’t cross that line.

As Danny’s about to reply, the other three boys emerge from the stairs at the end of the corridor, presumably making their way back from soundcheck.

Jake glances up and sees you, immediately looking back to the floor.

He’s embarrassed.

Well, at least that solidifies your theory that he wouldn’t have said any of it if he was sober.

Sam and Josh greet you enthusiastically, Jake giving a small nod.

You see Danny’s eyes flick between you and Jake.

“How’s the set up going, Y/N?” Josh places his hand on your shoulder. “Need us to do anything?”

You’re thankful for Josh. “Nah, I’m almost done. Jake and Danny’s is all good to go, I’m just heading in here now to unpack your trunks.”

He nods. “Easy. We can stay out of your way. We’ll just go hang out down the hall ‘til you’re ready for us.”

“Thanks, Josh.”

“Come join us for a drink when you’re done?” Sammy chimes in.

You glance at Jake, who’s still staring into space, anywhere but you.

“I’m alright. I’m going to meet Jules out in the gardens, she’s bringing us some dinner.”

Sam looks disappointed. “You gotta come in for a pre-show shot then, both of you. It’s the last night of Europe, can’t have you missin’ out.”

You sigh, glancing to Jake and back to Sam. “I’ll be there. Can’t let you go out on stage without a once over. Gotta check you for boogers.”

Danny and Josh laugh. 

Sammy frowns. “I’m proudly booger-free, I’ll have you know.” He retorts.

You grin. “I’ll believe it when I see it, Samuel.”

The four of you giggle, and you notice Jake getting restless.

“Alright, gotta get back to work. See you in a bit!”

You shuffle around Sam and slide into the second dressing room.

“You want the last bite?” Julie waves her pastry at you.

You shake your head. “I’m good. The sandwich filled me up. Thanks, though. Just not a huge appetite today.” You take a swig of your now-cold coffee.

She hums. “I noticed. What’s on your mind, girl?”

You consider for a moment. If you can tell anyone what’s been going on, it’s Jules. She’s your colleague and your friend, and she doesn’t have any loyalty to the band. You feel the need to share what’s been filling your mind these past 48 hours, just to unload some of the stress.

When you look up from tracing circles on the lid of your cup, you find her empathetic eyes assessing you. “Jake and I had a fight.”

“Oh, babe. What the fuck happened?”

You feel your eyes welling already. “That’s the thing. I don’t even really know.”

She sips her coffee. “How did it come about?” 

You tell her the story of the other night, explaining your worries about the friendship becoming too close, and your admission. You tell her how he acted yesterday, and even how he was earlier by the dressing rooms. Julie knows why you keep things platonic with Jake, so she gets it.

Once you’ve finished, she just sighs.

“So, you haven’t spoken since Manchester?”

You groan. “I think that was his plan, if I’m honest. But I caught him last night, blackout drunk and struggling to get into his room. He asked for my help, and he just seemed, well, normal.”

“Fuck. And did you? Help him, I mean?” She says through the last bite of her croissant.

“Yeah, I helped him inside and take off his shoes and stuff. Got him some water. He kept asking me to stay with him. Told me I was beautiful.” The tears are coming now.

Jules puts her hand over yours. “Babe, I get it. That would be fucking hard to hear. Especially after what you told him. I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve that shit.” She frowns. “That boy needs to keep his dick in his pants. He’s been leading you on, even if he doesn’t realise it.”

You hear the truth in her words, but the worst part is, all you can think is how you wish things could go back to how they were before. You’d take him leading you on over this any day.

You choke out a little sob. “I know that. You’re right. I just, I dunno. I just miss him.”

Jules takes both your hands in hers now. “I know you do, babe. And if that fucker has any sense, which I think he does, he’ll get his shit together and apologise.” She sighs. “I can’t tell you where to go from here, because I know it’ll be hard either way. But if you’re really prepared to just have a friendship with him, then I’m sure you guys will work it out. Fuck, he’d be an idiot not to.”

You laugh a little through the tears, throwing your arms around your friend.

“Thank you, Jules. I love you. I’m sorry to drag you into all this, but I’m so glad I have you.”

She laughs. “Don’t worry about me, girl. I fucking live for the drama. And I’ll always be here for you.”

“Right back at you.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. Just take care of yourself. Danny was right, you know. Jake couldn’t stop talking about you last night. Just don’t let him hurt you.”

You pull back and nod, sniffling.

“I’ll try.”

At about 7, after a brief crew meeting, you and Jules head back down to the dressing rooms. It’s time for her to start on Josh’s makeup, and you figure that his dressing room is the safest hiding place for you right now. At least Sam’s constant babbling and Josh’s telling him off will keep you entertained for an hour or so.

Sam mixes you a drink, some tequila and soda from their rider, and sits with you on the couch.

“Where’s Lennon?” You question. You realise you haven’t seen or spoken to her since breakfast this morning.

“She’s watching from GA tonight. Got some friends coming along. They have passes so I’m sure they’ll be back here after the show.”

“Oh, that’ll be nice for her. Anyone you know?”

“Yeah, a friend of hers from school and his partner who’s from here. We met up with them at the pub last night.”

You smile. “Ah, yes. The infamous pub. I hear you didn’t make it past 11, Sammy boy.”

“Neither did Jake!” He says defensively.

You roll your eyes.

He grimaces. “I was still hungover, alright? Plus, I needed my beauty sleep. I don’t get to just slap on some concealer and rhinestones to hide my eye-bags like some of us do.” He gestures to Josh.

Josh chucks a brush at him. “Hey, don’t come at me. It’s my war paint. I need it to focus.”

“It’s alright, brother. Not all the Kiszkas could be blessed with natural beauty. There had to be one dud.”

Josh throws another brush and Jules scolds him.

“Sit still, Josh, or you’ll end up looking worse than you fucking started.”

Sam chuckles.

When she’s done with Josh and given Sammy some shimmer, Julie leaves to go and sort out Danny, and you hang back to fuss over Josh and Sam.

With about 15 minutes till their set starts, Julie, Danny and Jake make it back into Sam and Josh’s dressing room.

When you see Jake, your breath catches.

He’s wearing the white suit, and he looks radiant. Looks like Jules has even talked him into a little eyeliner. You see him peek a glance at you before quickly looking away.

Why tonight, Jake?

Surely he had to know that would mean something to you. Did it mean something to him, too?

Craig and couple of the techs join you all too, including Freddie, and you all stand in a circle while Josh and Sam hand out shots of tequila.

You lean over to Jules and Freddie. “After this tour, I’m never drinking tequila again.”

They giggle. “Fuckin’ amen to that, sister.”

Josh clears his throat, and begins his pre-show toast. “Well, we’ve done it, folks. We’re officially on the last European show of this Dreams In Gold circus. I’d like to thank our fabulous team for working so hard for us these past few months. We know it’s been gruelling, but you’ve all done a stellar job at getting us places on time, making us sound and look beautiful,” he gives you and Julie a wink, “and keeping us from murdering each other. If I don’t see you, I hope you all have a wonderful holidays, may we reunite Stateside in the new year! Bajabule!”

“Bajabule!” You all cheer and toast your shots. 

Across the circle, Jake makes eye contact with you, raising his shot glass towards yours.

You give him a meek smile, unsure how to respond.

You turn back to Julie and grin, downing your drink, as you hear a chorus of groans and coughs around you from the burning liquor.

Freddie gets a call through his comms. 

“Alright boys, time to hit side stage.”

They all file out of the dressing room. You hang back to tidy up a little, Josh and Sammy having left discarded items of clothing all over the floor and couch. You pick up Sam’s underwear, grimacing as you toss them into the drawer of his trunk.

As you turn to walk out, you see Jake lingering in the doorway, looking at you.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You say quietly.

He nods.

He goes to turn, and then stops, his eyes meeting yours again. “Like the suit?”

You sigh. “Yeah, Jake. I do.”

He smiles to himself and makes his way up to the stage.

The set is electric, you can feel the buzz of the crowd from backstage. The boys are really giving it their all for this last show abroad.

You watch most of it, unable to peel your eyes away from Jake in that suit.

Your favourite suit.

And he knew it.

You figure this is his form of an olive branch, but you mentally curse him for not choosing a less romantic gesture. It was sweet of him to think of you in that way, knowing that this was your passion, and this would be the most meaningful way he could show you he cared. You just wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.

He was always gorgeous, but this suit… it just made him angelic. You had a hard time keeping your eyes off him on your best day, but tonight, he was magnetic.

After shedding a tear during ‘Broken Bells’, Jules gripping your hand, you decide now is as good a time as any to start the pack up. If you weren’t waiting for them side stage, you hoped the boys and crew would just bring their stuff back to the dressing rooms. You just couldn’t be there right now. You didn’t want to see him when he stepped off stage, glistening with sweat and radiating with adrenaline. It would be too much. It was already too much.

Julie follows you, and you both solemnly keep to your devices as you rehang Jake’s rose suit into his trunk, quietly cursing him again. Julie packs up the pieces of her kit she’s left in each room, wiping her brushes, and leaving some makeup wipes by the mirrors for the boys when they return. You fold their street clothes and leave them in neat piles in their trunks, trying to be as prepared as possible. Julie helps you disassemble the now-empty racks, ready to be stowed back on the truck.

When you’re both happy with the state of the rooms, you steal two beers from Josh and Sam’s rider and head out to the loading dock for a cigarette, waiting for the chaos to ensue.

Pack down goes fast enough and pretty smoothly. You manage to successfully avoid Jake, finding his suit already hung up in his trunk and his street clothes gone when you to go close them up. Every time you and Jules cross paths, she gives you a sweet look or squeezes your arm gently. You’re so grateful for your friend, and so glad you confided in her. You’d thought about talking to Lennon, but really, you aren’t that close. Plus, she’s Sammy’s girlfriend, so you really don’t know where she’d stand. You make a mental note to text her later, as you haven’t seen her during the chaos. You figure she’s with the band, celebrating somewhere.

After everything is securely back on the truck and you’ve reported your checklist to Craig, you board the mini-bus, ready to head to your hotel room and crash. Jules sits beside you and rests her head on your shoulder. Truthfully, you’re beat. It’s been an exhausting few days, both mentally and physically. You’re grateful for the late start tomorrow, your flight out of Heathrow not until 3pm. You plan to sleep until the last possible minute.

When you finally get back to your room, you strip off your coat, crew shirt and black pants, tossing them in a pile in the corner for you to deal with tomorrow. You’re too exhausted to think about having a shower, and you mentally thank yourself for choosing not to wear makeup on show nights. You throw on a sleep shirt, braid your hair, brush your teeth as thoroughly as you can manage, and flick off the lights, eagerly anticipating the warm bed.

Once you’re bundled up under the covers, you shoot Lennon a message, wishing her a good night, letting her know you’ll catch up with her at some point tomorrow before you leave. You recall Sam mentioning they were staying in London for a few extra days, so you’d have to find her for a coffee before you head to the airport.

You’re elated about not having to set an alarm. You put some music on and switch off the lamp, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

You’re awoken by your phone ringing. You have no idea what time it is, but it’s definitely still dark outside. You’d put your phone on do not disturb, so it must be one of your emergency contacts. You groan and roll over, fishing by the pillow for your cell. When you finally locate it, you squint at the bright light, seeing Jake’s name flashing on the screen. 3.26am. You answer.

“Hello?” Your voice is thick with sleep.

“Can you open your door? I’m outside.”

You flick on the lamp. “What? Why?”

You hear Jake sigh through the phone. “I need to talk to you, Y/N. Can you please come to the door?”

“Okay. Hold on.” You hang up and roll out of bed, pulling down your t-shirt from where it’s ridden up over your belly. You tuck your loose hair behind your ears, and open the door.

Jake is standing there, hands in his pockets, still wearing his clothes from earlier today.

“What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Please let me in.”

You’re annoyed that he’s chosen to do this right now. “Does it have to be at 3.30 in the morning? Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’ve already left it too long. I need to say this now.”

He’s definitely had a drink, but he’s not drunk like you imagined him to be. Actually, he seems quite lucid. You take a step back and gesture inside. He steps past you, walks to the centre of the room and turns back to face you. You shut the door and look at him, unsure how to proceed, so you don’t. You wait for him to speak.

He looks nervous. He runs his hand through his hair, pacing the carpet, staring at the floor.

“Look, I, uh, I'm really sorry. I really fucked up the other night. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I was cruel and you didn’t deserve that.”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding. “Okay. Thanks for saying that.”

“I really mean it. It wasn’t fair of me to put it all back on you. I didn’t know that’s how you felt, and I reacted poorly. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You walk over and sit on the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry too, Jake.” He looks down at you with those soft, brown eyes. “It wasn’t fair of me to say that, knowing your situation. There was a better way of handling it. I’m sorry I put you in that position.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t need to be sorry. I want you to be able to be honest with me.” He sits down next to you. “You mean a lot to me, y’know, and these past couple days have been really shitty. I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t want to go home without explaining myself to you.”

“I appreciate that, Jake. I missed you too.”

He hums.

You pat the back of his hand where it’s gripping the edge of the bed. “Can we just go back to how we were before?”

He looks directly into your eyes, flipping his hand up to thread his fingers through yours.

He brings his other hand up to your chin, his index finger tilting your head up lightly toward his.

You can feel your heart hammering.

His gaze flicks to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

He leans in, ghosting his lips ever so softly over yours.

You lean into it for a moment. You’ve spent so long wondering what this would feel like. 

It’s fireworks.

After a few seconds, you pull away.

“What are you doing?”

He frowns. “Isn’t this what you wanted? I know it’s complicated. You know I can’t be with you. But I need you in my life, Y/N. So if you want this, you know,” he gestures to himself, “I want it too.”

“Want what? To sleep with you?” You pull back further, so none of you is touching him.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I guess so? God, it sounds so crass when you say it like that. I just mean, you know what I can offer you. This is it. And I want you around. So let me give this to you.”

You sigh, running all this over in your head. You think back to what Jules said. 

“No, Jake. I don’t want sex. I want to be friends, like we were before. If you want that.”

“What about what you told me the other night? This not being just friendship to you?”

“It is. You said so yourself. We’re close, and we like each other’s company. I want you in my life too. It’s just friendship.”

He sighs and drops his hands into his lap. You wish you knew what he was thinking.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I can’t stand not being around you. I need you, Y/N.”

“I need you too, Jake.” You rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Thanks for wearing my suit tonight.”

He hums. “I just wanted you to see me how I see you. When we ran into each other in the elevator yesterday, and you had my sweatshirt on, y’know…” He sighs. “I can’t explain it. It just made me happy.”

Your heart flutters.

“Can I, uh, can I sleep in here?” He puts his hand on your thigh. “I meant what I said, I don’t sleep the same without you.”

You giggle. “Of course you can. This bed is huge.”

He grins. “Good.”

You scoot back up the bed as he kicks off his shoes and shucks off his jeans, unbuttoning the bottom few buttons of his navy shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

“Alright. Move over, bed hog.”

You giggle and scoot over to your side as he climbs in.

You both get comfortable and you reach up to switch off the light.

His hand finds yours under the covers.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Will you come home with me for Christmas?”

Chapter 4

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TSS PREDICTIONS: 2023 GRAMMYS

I do have a tentative suspicion that Taylor will make an appearance at the 2023 Grammys, which are set for February 5. Taylor is nominated for four awards, but the biggest of them all is her SOTY nomination in the general field. This is one particular category at the Grammys that has eluded Taylor and god it would be so great if she won for “ATW10MV”.

Her other nominations are “IBYTAM” for Best Country Song, “Carolina” for Best Song for Visual Media, and the “ATW10MV” short film for Best Music Video. Given the obvious opportunity to nod to the RED era, I’m making my prediction choices based on paying that time period a modern homage rather than something that more obviously furthers the Midnights aesthetic.

With that in mind …

Alberta Ferretti Pre-Fall 2022

The inspiration for this look comes from the 2014 Grammys performance of “All Too Well” when Taylor wore a Pre-Fall 2013 gown by this same designer. It was such a special moment for Taylor and for us as fans to see this song come to be something greater than itself by being performed on music’s biggest stage. People who were not fans of Taylor’s may not have understood the decision to play one of the album’s deepest cuts, but isn’t it so wild almost a decade later to have a ten minute version of that song nominated for an award in the general field? And much like the bow design on this dress - what a gift winning that particular award for this particular song wearing this particular designer would be. There’s no other option but some big fluffy curls, a black winged liner, and a bold red lip - of course.

Michael Kors Spring 2023

This actually feels like a fun slideshow continuation of her gold 70s jumpsuit by The Blonds at the American Music Awards a few months ago. It ties into the current Midnights motif of sexy glam while obviously still being a very scarlet homage to RED. Super smoked out glam, a glossy red lip, and a slicked back bun would be great here.

Elie Saab Pre-Fall 2023

I could actually convincingly see this on Selena Gomez as well. The neck tie and floral embellishments seem up her girlish alley. But as we know, Taylor can rock the classically feminine styles so well. With the inclusion of the neck tie, I’d actually love to see a fun ponytail happen to go with the playful feel of the gown. Contrasting pink drop studs and a swipe of Dragon Girl (a watermelon red) for nostalgia would go with this so nicely.

Naeem Khan Spring 2023

It doesn’t feel quite like a Taylor predictions list unless I include a metallic. I can personally see Taylor turning this into a cap sleeve moment with big, teased hair and a dark, gunmetal smoky eye. Red lip, for once, optional.

Who do you hope Taylor wears to the Grammys (should she attend)?

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Photos of another Barbie Movie Barbie Doll popped up today, from someone named unmoisturised on Insta, and apparently she's a collector doll, of Barbie in the Gold Jump Suit and She looks gorgeous imo!

Her Description also apparently is out there too:

"Barbie celebrates Barbie The Movie with a collector doll in a dazzling disco jumpsuit! Her look recreates a dance costume worn by Margot Robbie as Barbie in the film. ​Barbie doll glimmers in a strapless golden jumpsuit completely embellished with silvery sequins. She catches the light and glitters from every angle! ​Her signature blond hair is styled just like Barbie’s in the feature film with glossy disco curls and a sheer hair piece. ​Accessories add extra sparkle to her look: “gold” heart drop earrings, “gold” pumps, and “silver” and “gold” wrist cuffs. ​This posable doll comes in collectible Barbie The Movie packaging. Check out the whole collection for more fantastic gift ideas! Each sold separately, subject to availability."

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Hollie Embellished Jumpsuit from Fashion Nova ($63.98 - ON SALE)

[ofthecaravel]

I’ve been thinking long and hard about how Girl Van Fleet’s stage outfits would compare to Guy Van Fleet, but tbh I don’t think they would be that different.

Jos:

She would wear the same jumpsuits as Josh, but part way through the show she changes into a sparkly white dress with a floor length flowing skirt so she can twirl around. The tops of her outfits would still be super open cut and it has to take a lot of clothing tape to keep her boobs from falling out. She usually doesn’t wear shoes, but she has a pair of embellished white slip ons (just like Josh’s) for when she goes to the b-stage and to the barrier.

Janie:

She would absolute rock in Jake’s black cropped sparkly jacket. Underneath she has sparkly black bra. Instead of the pants, though, she would go for a matching mid thigh length skirt and fishnet stockings. Of course she also has the Chelsea boots (which are sparkly)

Sammi:

She would look awesome in Sam’s red outfit. Instead of having a suit jacket, she would have a sports bra like top with a thin strap on her right shoulder and a full sleeve with a wing for her left sleeve. She would have a red stone in her belly button piercing. Her bottom would either be a pair of short shorts or a short skirt. She would complete the look with a pair of knee height high heel boots. The whole outfit is red and sparkly and she looks like a ruby.

Dani:

I think she would look good in Danny’s outfit with the sparkly silver mesh and gray scarf across her chest, and tbh I don’t think she would change much about it. She would wear the top as is. Same as Jos, it would take a lot of work to make sure her boobs stay in place. Instead of the white pants, she’d go with a pair of white short shorts. As a drummer, she’s gotta have practical shoes, so she wears a pair of sparkly white vans with her outfit.

it is TRULY so satisfying to know there are people who fully 100% understand my girls 😭😭 like literally zero fucking notes, you nailed it, down to the littlest details like jos' outfit change and the boob tape for her and dani lmao. my favorite details are sammis one sleeve wing jacket (i wanna draw that) and janie being in anything black and sparkly. bravo

[hstylesmermaid]

A Spectacular Fashion Voyage with Taylor Swift's Eras Tour!

As the final notes of the American leg of Taylor Swift's Eras Tour echo in our hearts, let's revel in the extraordinary fashion journey she's gifted us with! From the mesmerizing Lover era to the captivating depths of Reputation, each phase unveiled a distinct style, outfits that spoke volumes, and an aesthetic that transcended time.

She starts the show in her Lover Era with “Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince” followed by the first bridge of the night form “cruel summer”. For this era she has worn three custom bodysuits from Versace, all of them full of rain stones in shades os pink, blue, gold and purple, inspired byDuring this set in “The Man”, over the bodysuit, she wears a sparkly blazer as a dress, also from versace.

Fearless is next, Roberto Cavalli was in charge of creating these dresses that Swift rocked while dancing in a storm. The gold fringe dress was reminiscent of a similar look the designer created for her Speak Now Tour in 2011, the three dresses rememore the ones she wore back them, golden fringe and tassels that belong to her more than ever.

Long story short, while performing various songs from her album Evermore she took the stage in a yellow Etro dress that featured a corset top and beading detail down the front. For her magical performance of “Willow” she added a matching Etro cape. Playing into the woodsy nature of the Evermore album with a darker burgundy color and ruffles throughout Marco de Vincenzo, creative director of Etro, designed another dress for this set.

One of her most dramatic looks was the Roberto Cavalli one-legged jumpsuit. The design features a black sheer sleeve, glittering material and a three-dimensional embroidered snake motif winding from the bottom of her leg to the top of her neck. The ruby red snake contrasts with the black bezels of the design, it was reminiscent of the many bodysuits Swift wore during Reputation Tour as it was covered in black sequins scales.

For the end of a decade and the start of an age, she wore a custom-made Zuhair Murad Couture tulle ballgown – featuring beautiful beading, sequins, pearls and crystal embellishments all over the voluminous skirt and bodice. The impressive dress required 50 metres of tulle, while the elaborate design took more than 350 hours of handwork to create in the brand's atelier. In addition to the shimmering Zuhair Murad gown, after the release of Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) she wore a beautiful lilac Nicole + Felicia ballgown, featuring a tiered tulle skirt that captured the light beautifully, thanks to its crystal-embellished finish. Another gown Swift fought dragons is was a Elie Saab one covered in flower apliqué and shimmery beading.

She was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes, and she know it too well because she wore a sequinned Ashish t-shirt embroidered with quotes such as “Who’s Taylor Swift any wat? Ew”, “A lot going on at the moment” and “we are never getting back together like ever” with a Gladys Tamez Millinery hat that she gave to different fans every night.

So far we had a marvelous time leading to Folklore where the singer performed in a more delicate look in the form of a floaty, layered lilac dress by Alberta Ferretti. "Thinking about these stage dresses for her also pushed me to reflect on my career milestones," explained Ferretti. "I think what we have created reflects this journey where the key elements of my style stand out: lightness, femininity, romance, attention to detail and a delicate, gentle seduction." She wore a green chiffon gown with a deep neckline, flowing sleeves and embroidered leaf detailing, designed by Alberta Ferretti too. Swift added to her repertoire of beautifully designed dresses in a custom-made orange Etro gown, with an embroidered ruffled bodice.

Darling, she’s nightmare dressed like a daydream in three shimmering two-pieces by Roberto Cavalli. Its beautiful design gave the illusion of crystal water droplets, which moved effortlessly as she performed onstage. She wore the outfit with her go-to sequin Christian Louboutin boots. For the surprise song, Taylor topped this cavalli matching sets with Jessica Jones ruffled dresses in matching colours.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes, the last part of the show started with a midnight blue bodysuit full of sequins and rainstones with a matching garter by Oscar de la Renta. In a lighter shade of blue, Zuhair Murrad designed another beaded bodysuit. In the lasts shows in LA, she also wore a bodysuit similar to the one she wore in the 1989 tour, with cut-outs and fringe bottom. Every time, everybody agrees that Taylor Swift wears the best looks on stage, and for Anti-Hero Taylor wears her second Oscar de la Renta look consisted of a sequinned 'aurora borealis' T-shirt dress with a co-ordinating lavender faux fur coat, which also featured delicate crystal droplets. For Karma she vibes like that with a tassel coat just to say see you later to the swifties.

An epic wardrobe, just like her music, just like @taylorswift

If you want to know more about fashion you can follow me on ig itsjessania 🩷✨🫶🏻💕

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RL Bratz Doll Wardrobe

Like Jade, I have a unique and personal sense of style that aligns with current trends, sets me apart from other people and makes me a trendsetter. Fashion is one of the many forms of self-expression, and I use the low end, high end and vintage items that I own to do that.

Outerwear

Every fashionista owns a wide range of outerwear that sits in there closet for a considerable amount of time due to them not having the perfect ensemble, dress, jumpsuit, bag, accessories and shoes to go with it; and I’m one of those people.

When I manage to find the perfect clothing items, accessories and shoes for said outerwear, my firsthand or secondhand jackets and coats that are bold, feminine, glamorous and/or extravagant make their big debut.

Tops

Similar to Sasha, Yasmin, Jade and Cloe, my clothing, specifically my tops, have landed me in hot water due to them being quote unquote too revealing or attention grabbing.

My casual tops are usually form fitting and figure flattering and have details that are related to my likes, interests and personality (ex: cute slogan tees with sayings, an off the shoulder sweater that is shimmery and see through, a brightly colored tank top with ribbed lace up detailing, etc.).

My formal tops are also form fitting and figure flattering like me previously mentioned casual tops, but they make a statement that won’t be made again due to them being so unexpected yet so me (ex: a silver metal mesh top with a crystal sleeve, a denim and velour corset top, a wrap around star fishnet top, etc.).

Pants

As a petite woman, I have to find pants that are going to fit me perfectly and compliment my frame.

Once I find pants that fulfill those two mandatory requirements online or in stores, I proceed to purchase pants that should’ve made me realize that Aquarius was my chart ruler before I purchased my astrological portrait due to most of pants being the definition of outrageous, urban yet camp.

If I find pants that are plain but fit me perfectly and compliment my frame, I purchase them and have them altered to resemble my vision and sketch. Like the great Galleria Garibaldi, I take bits and pieces and put them together cause I’m a visionary and an artist.

Skirts

The skirts that I don are less outrageous and camp than my pants since I love to show off my legs in short skirts, but the colors, prints, embellishments, detailing and textures of the skirts that accommodate the jacket, top, jewelry, handbag and shoes make the outfit cohesive, which is what I strive for despite striving for various self related things when I put together an outfit for myself.

Formal Wear

My formal fashion moments are sporadic due to the pandemic and my busy schedule that consists of school and work, but when I am granted the opportunity to dress up for a formal event, I take that as an opportunity to unleash my softer and ethereal side with soft yet bright colors and whimsical imagery (ex: butterflies, cloud print, orchid print, floral embellishments, corset detailing, hoods, etc.).

Accessories

All libra women are the main characters in their lives and other peoples lives. As a libra woman who is a proud main character in my life and the lives of many others, diamonds are all over my body because it reflects who I am and lets people know that I am a shining and bright diamond. I also have an affinity for diamonds because they look great on me and I’m a proud maximalist that believes that any thing that’s understated has no place in my abundant life.

Handbags

I’m really particular when it comes to the bags that I purchase. They don’t have to be designer, but they have to be a high quality bag. I don’t want to wear a bag that everybody is wearing or obsessing over because I’m not worried about everybody and their minion like tendencies and I don’t want to purchase a bag with my hard earned money that’s going to fall apart. Bags should age like a fine wine, not curdle like expired milk.

When it comes to shape, color and detailing, I’m flexible since I’m a fashion chameleon, but I have a few exceptions (ex: a brown or beige bag (I don’t like colors and they wash me out), gold detailing (I’m cool toned and I always preferred silver) and faux leather bags (they leather peels and I’m all about the real.).

Shoes

My shoes are the final act of my outfits that close the show, and I always make sure to pick out show stopping shoes that’ll incite an encore from onlookers.

Despite being genuinely confident despite my short stature, I often find myself purchasing sneakers, boots, wedges and heels that make me appear taller than I actually am.

Lengthy shoes are a no-no. Tall girls look amazing in knee high shoes, whereas short girls look juvenile when they’re wearing knee high shoes, and I’m not trying to have people thinking that I’m a young girl playing dress up because I’m a grown woman.

Lastly, I'm open to most things when it comes to shoes, with exceptions (ex: pure white shoes (they get dirty easily and are going to be a pain to clean), crocs (first of all, ew. second of all, ew.), and converse (I LOVED me some Chuck Taylor's when I was a preteen in middle school and a teenager in high school, and still do to this day, but they don’t give me much support and my family forced me to let them go completely until they create shoes that’ll support my feet.).

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Anti-Social Behavior

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(Nathan Young x f!reader)

(Y/n) starts her community service and instantly forms a strong connection to the menace of the group. However she’s quickly dawned with the realisation that the fast growing relationship with her fellow young offender isn’t the most interesting part of her community service.

Word count: 6,605

Warnings: swearing, smoking, description of violence, sex mention

And here she was, community service. (Y/n) had gotten caught doing her graffiti one too many times, she’d been too slow to outrun the police once too many times and gotten charged with fines she didn’t pay half the time one too many times. So now it was community service. Two hundred hours of it in fact. It was such bullshit! So now she was dawning an itchy orange jumpsuit. She kept her spiked bracelets and her choker on though, desperate to not let the uniform completely strip her of her identity and as she looked around the locker room she could see most of the others had done the same. There was a girl with dirty blonde hair that she was scraping back into a headache enduring tight ponytail, a tall athletic man who left his jumpsuit handing around his waist, a beautiful girl who was clearly aware of how gorgeous she was fixing her hair and pushing up her tits and a tall lanky boy who’d decided to cross out  the ‘pay’ in community pay back to read ‘community blowback’ and finally, a guy who was clearly putting in far too much effort to look tougher than he was dawning a cap and a chain. The only one who’d stuck completely to the jumpsuit without embellishment was a stoic boy with beading blue eyes who was smoothing down his already flat hair. Then one by one they all filed out of the locker room.

They stood lined up at a railing, as their probation worker addressed them. “This is it!” He announced “this is your chance to do something positive, give something back. You can help people, you can really make a difference to peoples lives” the man was poised, he had clearly given this speech to many delinquents and young offenders before. “There are people out there who think you’re scum! You have an opportunity to show them they’re wrong” “but what if they’re right?” The curly haired guy next to (y/n) interrupted cheekily. The probation worker paused, scrutinizing him before he continued “no offence but I’m thinkin’ some people are just born criminals” he not so subtly gestured to the man standing next to him, which once the capped man caught he quickly retorted “are you lookin’ to get stabbed?” The curly haired man near shrugged before turning back to the probation worker “see my point there?” Right as he’d finished speaking a phone rang and without hesitation the pretty girl answered “hey” the probation worker continued speaking “doesn’t matter what you’ve done in the past” but the girl was still in the phone “doin’ my community service” “hey!” The probation worker interjected but she acted as if he wasn’t there “boring as fuck..” (y/n) couldn’t help roll her eyes “excuse me, I’m still talking here.” The pretty girl shrugged “what I thought you’d finished” the probation worker was visibly losing his patience “you see my lips still moving, that means I’m still talking.” The curly haired guy scrunched up his face a little “yeah but you could have been yawning or chewing” (y/n) laughed a little at his persistent cheekiness. “End the call. Hang up!” She just continued as if she hadn’t heard “my probation worker” she replied to the other end of her call. The curly haired boy chose to find entertainment somewhere else, turning to stoic man at the end of the line up “you alright there weird kid?” Without a reply the girl continued speaking “don’t be disgusting…I’ll call you later” and she finally hung up. Of course the cheeky guy had gotten tired of not stirring the pot for two seconds and riled up the wannabe touch guy next to him by making kissy faces at him. “I will rip out your throat and shit down your neck” (y/n) let out a full laugh at that “well isn’t that a colorful image” she finally spoke. As the road man prick accosted the man next to her he turned to look at her, throwing her a little wink before turning back to the man trying to fight him. The athletic man mumbled to himself “I shouldn’t be here man…” The probation worker intervened in the growing physical altercation “we need to work as a team here! That’s enough!” The athletic mans face turned to one of disgust “can I move to a different group? This isn’t gonna work for me.” The girl directly beside (y/n) whipped her head towards him, her ponytail and large hoop earrings swaying as she did “erm what makes you think you’re better than us?” She said in a thick accent. The lanky man turned to her, amused “what is that accent?” “Is that for real?” She was clearly getting riled up “are you tryna say something?” The lanky man turned to the probation worker “it’s…that’s just a noise! Are we supposed to be able to understand her?” She wordlessly flipped him off before (y/n) added “well I suppose you can understand that” he smiled at her again before taking the man next to him under his arm “I think she likes me” reigniting their previous fight as everyone laughed at the probation worker desperately trying to break it up.

Man! The probation worker was right! This really is their chance to make a difference in peoples lives…by painting benches. (Y/n) couldn’t count the amount of times she’d been desperate to sit down but she couldn’t because off the benches were covered in graffiti. This just solidified that this community service bollocks was, in fact, total bullshit. She sat cross legged on the ground next to the hotheaded prick she already knew she’d hate. When he bent down to get more paint the idiot had hit the fresh paint with his hat, reeling back once he’d realized “man! There’s paint on my cap! This is bullshit!” He’d angrily kicked the paint bucket that sat in between them into the water and stormed off. “Cheers mate!” (Y/n) called after him annoyed. Looks like she doesn’t have paint anymore, prick. He’d ignored her entirely as he kicked over a shopping trolly, struggling with it a few seconds before he could pass “oooooooo” the pretty girl called after him condescendingly. The curly haired man leaned in to speak to the ponytailed girl “I’m guessing shoplifting? No?” She was clearly getting more and more annoyed by the second “don’t act like you know me, cuz ya don’t” he reeled back, trying to seem offended “I’m just making conversation. This is a chance to network with other young offenders! We should be swappin’ tips. Brianstormin’!”  She continued to ignore him. “Come in, what did you do?” She huffed a tiny bit “girl called me a slag so I got into a fight…” he smiled a little “was this on the Jeremy Kyle show?” “No, it was in Argos” “Argos..?” He whispered to himself “you know what you shoulda done? You shoulda got one of them little pens they have and-“ he started making a stabbing motion with his fist “jabbed it into her eye!” She just sneered at him as (y/n) watched, amused. He turned his attention to the bench she and the reclusive guy were at “what about you weird kid?” He looked up as he was addressed. “Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but you look like a panty sniffer” (y/n) choked on a laugh for a second, the lanky mans eyes flickered to her, satisfied at her reaction as he charaded sniffing a pair of underwear. The shy man’s eyebrows furrowed “I’m not a panty sniffer…I’m not a pervert!” he said meekly. Ignoring him entirely the other guy started miming out jerking off with his paintbrush as he grunted. (Y/n) held her hand to her mouth as she tried to contain snorts of laughter. Clearly getting annoyed the shy man blurted “I tried to burn someone’s house down!” Oh! Just some casual attempted arson. The lanky man made a surprised noise as he stared for a second. Then he moved to kneel next to (y/n) “what about you gorgeous? What were you done for?” He asked, smiling cheekily. She returned his smiled “graffiti” she answered simply. He put his hand in his chest as he recoiled in faux horror “my goodness! How unforgivable!” (Y/n) playfully shoved him “what about you then?” She asked. He scrunched his face up “me? Oh uh…I was done for eating some pick’n’mix!”  (Y/n) raised her eyebrows “really?” He just nodded, retaining the cheeky smirk on his face. Suddenly his face turned to the sky “what is goin’ on with this weather?” Just as he’d asked, the probation worker returned seeing the state of the paint bucket in the water. “How’d that happen? I mean, you’ve been here five minutes” he asked clearly annoyed “it’s paining benches. How’d you screw that up? You tell me because I’ve got no idea” then all so suddenly something dropped from the sky, crushing the car behind him as everyone ducked and swore in surprise. “That’s my car!” The probation worker said. Clearly amused the lanky man smiled “classic!” Before another dropped into the water, splashing everyone. “Okay so I’m a little bit freaked out” he admitted. The pretty girls eyes turned to the sky to the growling storm cloud that had formed “what is that?” Massive boulders of ice continued to drop as everyone decided to sprint back to the community center. The lanky man grabbed onto (y/n) as they ran as he made the best attempt he could to shield her with his body. The athletic man was the first to reach the door as he tried to pull the doors open to no avail “it’s locked open it!” As the probation worker fiddled with his keys the curly haired man kept (y/n) in a tight grip as she clung to him right back. Everyone screamed at the probation worker to hurry up and open the door as he sifted through his keys. “Open the fucking door!” The pretty girl screamed causing the probation worker to whip around and scream right back “Don’t speak to me like that!” A flash of light sent everyone flying back. (Y/n) could feel her whole body tingling as she flew through the air and finally hit the ground in a heap. The group were collapsed all groaning in pain before the ponytailed girl managed to sit up “I feel really weird…” the curly hair man slowly sat up as well turning his head to check on (y/n). “That’ll be the lightning” the athletic man muttered in response. “We should be dead…” the stoic boy said. The lanky man helped (y/n) sit up as he turned to the shy man incredulously “a little reassurance might be nice, ya know, ‘you’re fine. Lookin’ good’” the probation worker craned his neck slightly “wanker” he blurted. Even the lanky man looked surprised “did he just call me a wanker?” The probation worker ignored him “is everyone alright?” “We could have died you dick!” The ponytailed girl examined the probation worker “are you alright? You’re actin’ like a freak” the probation worker continued to crane his neck and groan. “Maybe we should call it a day” he said trying to get up.

All the girls were hung back in the locker room so they could get changed without the boys. They’d just about done, the ponytailed girl was tightening her signature style when she’d heard the voice of one of the others “what did ya say?” She asked. The pretty girl squinted at her. “I didn’t say anything” they returned to their activities as (y/n) looked to the pretty girl who was clearly judging the other and (y/n)s voice rang in her head this time ‘judgmental bitch…’ the ponytailed girl scoffed out a laugh at that which left the others confused as the pretty girl turned on her heel and left. The ponytailed girl turned to (y/n) “do you feel dead weird as well?” She asked finishing her hair. (Y/n) nodded “definitely” she confirmed. The girl stood leaning against the locker “my names Kelly…what’s yours?” (y/n) smiled as she introduced herself. By the time both of them had walked out the others had already started leaving so they followed. They were heading different directions so they bid each other a brief goodbye as they went their separate ways.

As (y/n) walked she took out her iPod and earphones before someone popped out from behind the corner startling her “Jesus Christ!” She swore bringing her hand to her chest “actually” he started, it was the curly haired guy “my name’s Nathan” he grinned at her. She rolled her eyes as she halfheartedly fought to contain her smile. “You get off on that? Scaring the shit outta people?” She asked. He just shrugged. She rolled her eyes and continued to walk but he was hot on her heels “so what’s your name?” He asked eagerly “(y/n)” he smiled satisfied “well (y/n) would you like to get a drink with me?” She laughed a little “it’s ten o’clock in the morning!” He sputtered a little “and? It’s never too early for a drink!” She turned to his abruptly “maybe tomorrow” she said before walking off. He called after he “I will take that” as he did little victory jumps.

(Y/n) returned to the community service the next day to find two people already there, the athletic man and the pretty girl. She turned her attention to the wall finding ‘Im going to kill you’ written in bold red letters. Kelly and the quiet man joined them after not long, Kelly and (y/n) greeted each other with a nod. The athletic man got riled up by the sight of the gaudy writing and as Nathan rounded a corner walking towards them he exclaimed “this is a joke! Did one of you do this?” Kelly scrunched her face up slightly “don’t look at me, I didn’t do it” the man turned his gaze to (y/n) as she just looked at him, unamused and shook her head. “I’ll tell ya who did it” Nathan started “it’s that Banksy prick, there’s a hidden meaning! It’s like that monkey policeman with the banana and the Tesco’s bag.” The quiet man looked nervously at the lettering “maybe someone wants to kill us” he muttered “and why would anybody want to kill us?” They were soon joined by the probation worker greeting them “right come on you lot, let’s get changed” the athletic man was quick to point out the garish graffiti “have you seen this? Someone’s takin’ the piss” the probation worker let out a huff “yeah it’s terrible isn’t it? All this antisocial behaviour” he said casting a glance at (y/n). “Oh! Is he having a dig at us” Nathan said leaning into (y/n)s ear. The pretty girls phone rang, setting off the probation worker as he demanded everyone hand over their phones and sent them all inside to get changed.

As they walked in (y/n) had finally asked everyone’s names, Alisha, Curtis and Simon. She figured she’d learned two peoples names already so she may as well learn the others as she would be working with them for the next twelve or so weeks. As they got changed Nathan cast the question “is he allowed to take our phones? He’s probably using them to call one of those sex lines” Curtis rolled his eyes  “those sex lines will eat your credit” “call them a lot do you?” Alisha chided, earning a curt “funny” Nathan continued the joke “he’s out there feeling himself on our phones, naked. Masturbating!” (Y/n) chuckled as she continued to pull on her jumpsuit, pretending not to notice the way Nathan eyed her. Alisha extended her arm to Curtis offering him a joint “do you want some of this?” He shook his head “no I’m good” Nathan swerved in front of him “give it here.” he took a pull before extending to to (y/n), she tried to take it from his hand out he kept a grip on it “ab ah ah” she rolled her eyes and took a pull with the joint still between his fingers. He smiled “come on” he said as he began walking out of the locker room.

They’d all gotten to work scrubbing at the garish lettering as Simon joined them quietly. Alisha and Curtis were having their own conversation, practically eyefucking each other already. ‘Jesus…’  (y/n) thought ‘are me and Nathan just as bad or is it just them?’ Kelly cast a glance to her before addressing the group “you know after the storm? Did any of yours feel like dead weird?” Nathan turned to her “yeah! i had a strange tingling sensation in my anus” (y/n) scoffed out a laugh, shaking her head. ‘I should say something’ Kelly heard Simons voice. She turned to him ‘I’ll just sound like a freak…’she approached him “what, did you feel weird?”  Nathan turned to address her again “what, you don’t want to hear about my anus?” (Y/n) laughed again “do you really need to ask the question?” Curtis said incredulously. “Something happened…” Simon began meekly. “What’s that? Squeak up!” Simons eyes flickered back to Kelly for reassurance “something happened to me” Kelly awaited an answer “Are you a virgin?” Nathan asked before he began to sing “ High Fi-“ “Shut up!” Kelly interrupted before turning back to Simon “What was it?” Simon swallowed nervously before dismissing “it’s nothing” Kelly chose not to push any further. She heard Nathan’s voice again ‘at least community service has one perk’ she turned to see him eyeing (y/n) as she knelt on the ground scrubbing the wall and pushing her hair away from her face ‘I am so gonna shag her brains out!’ Kelly scrunched up her face and shoved Nathan “prick!” She swore at him before storming off “what was that for?” Nathan called after her. (Y/n) considered following her but decided it best to continue with her work.

They’d decided to take their break, (y/n) and Alisha sat together as Alisha dished out the plethora of drama she had going in with her friends as the boys gathered around a foosball table. “It’s a shame more women don’t commit crime. Why is that? But hey at least we’re three on three” Nathan said “what do you mean?” Curtis asked. Nathan shrugged “there’s three of us and three of them, all evens out!” Curtis just laughed “there was four of us” Simon pointed out, Nathan dismissed him “I’m talking about gettin’ laid. So how are we gonna  do this, man?” Curtis furrowed his eyebrows “do what?” “Divide them up! Cuz I gotta tell ya, the one with all the frizzy hair, I don’t see me and her gettin’ it on” Curtis laughed “because she’s beautiful?“ he asked. Nathan shook his head, huffing “ no, because she’d be way too much effort! She looks high maintenance man! You’d have to treat her really well.” He scoffs “but that other one…” he begins snapping his fingers before pointing to Simon “Kelly” he reminds him “whatever, a couple of Bacardi Breezers, man, I reckon she’d be good to go” he pointed to Simon “perfect for you huh weird kid?” Curtis scoffed out a laugh “I suppose you get (y/n) then yeah?“ Nathan nods “come on man! Have ya seen us? we’re practically buzzin’ with sexual energy already, it’s only a matter of time before we start rippin’ each other’s clothes off!” Curtis scoffed yet again “yeah, and the girls like, do they get a say in this?” Nathan leans in exclaiming “a group of young people doing mindedness shit all day, face it man, it’s gonna happen! It always does! It’s biology. Or physics, one of those. So do we have a deal” Nathan spits into his hand and extends it to Curtis who just stares in disgust “no…” Nathan makes a slight face at him “fine then maybe I’ll take all of them” Curtis nods sarcastically “yeah, I see that happening.” “Yeah you will see it and then you’ll be sorry you didn’t accept the deal! And then who’s laughin’? Me.” Nathan strides off to join (y/n) and Alisha.

Simon also joins the girls as Curtis begins sorting out the buckets they’d used. Nathan, not wanting to pay for a drink had decided on physically assaulting the vending machine. A can of coke finally dropping as Curtis walked by as (y/n) watching Nathan violent attack on the machinery with a smile. Once Nathan had retrieved his can he decided to plop down into a wheel chair and pull (y/n) into his lap eliciting a giggle from her as he wheeled them both nearer to the others. “When I was in sixth form you came to my school” Alisha began, drawing the attention of the group as she addressed Curtis “you gave this big talk about athletics and all your medals and that.” Once Nathan had stopped wheeling he brought his arms up to wrap around (y/n)’s waist “so, I’m guessing you’re not going to the olympics..” Curtis near bared his teeth at him “funny” he hissed. “I heard he was dealing crack” Alisha stated, Curtis was quick to retort “what? i wasn’t dealing crack!” Nathan shook his head as he Leander forward to look past (y/n) to Alisha “no no no, papers said it was steroids” Alisha began to lay down “that stuff will shrivel your dick.” Curtis was visibly agitated “it wasn’t steroids! I’m not a cheat! That stuff in the papers was bullshit!” Alisha shrugged “yeah? So what was it then?” Curtis cast his eyes to her, then to Nathan, then to the ground “I got caught with a little bit of coke, alright? I messed up one time” Alisha huffed out a breath of disbelief “no one gets community service for possession!” Curtis scoffed “if it was anyone else they’d have got a caution. I get two hundred hours of community service and a two year ban from athletics. They said cuz of my profile they needed to send a message.” Nathan smirked “you let yourself down”  Alisha started silently cackling “you let the kids down, you let your parents down!” Curtis sprang from the wall he was leaning on “shut the fuck up!” Curtis surged to grab Nathan by the collar, (y/n) would have fallen right out of his lap onto the floor if Nathan hadn’t managed to stabilise her by her hips “All I ever did was train!” Curtis screamed in Nathan’s face as (y/n) covered her ears and scrunched her eyes closed, cowering in Nathan’s grasp. “You know nothing!” Curtis screamed again “I shouldn’t even fucking be here!” Nathan’s eyes snapped from Curtis to (y/n) as she shook with fright “you can’t hit someone in a wheelchair” Nathan said trying to defuse the situation. Nathan’s glance to (y/n) had reminded Curtis that she was there at all, and when he looked at her she looked terrified. Seeing her like that he finally managed to compose himself as he let go of Nathan’s collar and backed up. Nathan huffed out a sigh of relief as he tightened his grip on (y/n) casting a strained glance to Alisha. Alisha just grinned “do you wanna know what I got done for?” Nathan shrugged “not really” to which Alisha just rolled her eyes. She began recounting the whole story, unnecessary friendship and hookup drama included before she finally got to when she was pulled over and re-enacted her attempt to seduce the policeman by sucking on her water bottle for more than a little bit too long. Nathan and (y/n) both furrowed their eyebrows with their mouthed open as they exchanged a look and began giggling where as Curtis and Simon sat completely dumbfounded staring at her. When she’s finally done she says “now, I don’t know if this cop is gay or what, but he tells me I’m four times over the limit. It’s bullshit! i didn’t even wanna go to the party” she’s interrupted by the door slamming open and Kelly hurling herself inside “he’s gonna kill us!” She says as she scrambles to her feet to shut the door behind her. Nathan laughs “nice entrance! Very dramatic!” Kelly turns to the group, out of breath with her makeup running down her face “the probation workers gone mental he’s  just attacked me! Something really weird is happening! I’m hearing these voices in me head, it’s like ai can hear what people are thinkin’” Alisha huffs “have you been sniffing glue?” She asks condescendingly. “The storm, the lightning I dunno it’s just done something to us!” Kelly exclaims. “Okay..” Nathan begins “if you can hear our thoughts what am I thinking right now?” ‘This is bullshit!’ “You think it’s bullshit!””of course I think it’s bullshit! Your don’t have to be a mindreader to know that!” (Y/n) gives Nathan a disapproving look to which he just shrugs. Kelly casts her gaze down to Nathan’s legs “why are you in a wheelchair?” Nathan dawns a pathetic look “it was the storm!” Kelly’s expression softens for a moment “the strange tingling sensation in my anus has spread through my body and now I can’t feel my legs” (y/n) huffs “don’t be a prick” she said as she pinched him in the side “ow!” Nathan exclaims “I’m serious!” Kelly yells as she kicks his shin “Ouch! Jesus! Enough!” Nathan wails. Curtis steps forward “what do you mean the probation worker attacked you?” “This does sound like complete shit!” Alisha added. Kelly fed up with people not believing her screamed “he is out there and he chased me!” (Y/n) was quick to stand up try and calm her down, Nathan threw his hands up in annoyance as she stood from his lap but she didn’t even notice as she rushed to Kelly to do her best to comfort her. “Somethings happened to me too…” Nathan already annoyed with his loss of physical contact quickly snapped sarcastically “did you pop your cherry? Ah, we’re all very happy for ya” Simon just shook his head “earlier on when we were in the locker room, I was invisible…I turned invisible” Kelly looked to Simon hopefully as she continues to grip onto (y/n), thankful she wasn’t the only one who was going through this crazy shit. Curtis was quick to shut it down though “so she’s psychic and you can turn invisible? That seems likely” Nathan joined “yeah, did anyone witness this miraculous disappearance?” “You were all there” Simon defended. “Uh I think we might have noticed you vanishing into thin air” Simons face turned sorrowful “you’d didn’t. I was standing right there. You couldn’t see me.” Nathan rolled his eyes “alright” he wheeled up to Simon “go on then. Do it. Turn invisible!” (Y/n) rolled her eyes turning her attention back to Kelly “are you alright?” She finally asked, Kelly just shook her head “you believe don’t ya? You have to believe me!” (Y/n) nodded and pulled Kelly in for a hug. Kelly pulled away from (y/n)s grip to stop Nathan from wheeling towards the door “don’t! Don’t go out there he will kill ya!” Nathan just rolled his eyes “of course he will cuz he’s such a badass.” “Don’t!” “She’s tellin’ the truth!” Curtis exclaims drawing everyone’s attention. Nathan smiles, clearly finding this whole situation incredibly amusing “and you know this how? i suppose you’re psychic now too?” Curtis took a few breaths before answering “all this” Curtis began, “it’s already happened once. I opened the door, the probation worker he killed you” he looked to Kelly as he continued “you were right there, you were dead. Everything froze, you were all just standing there. Time went backwards” Curtis continued to pant as Alisha rolled her eyes “what are you saying? What, you turned back time?” “Well this just gets better by the second” “everything happened again, exactly the same! I’m tellin’ you don’t open that door!”Nathan ignored him as he began to unlatch the door “Nathan don’t!” (Y/n) demanded as he peered out the door before quickly shutting and re-latching it. Nathan spun around, panic in his face “he’s right! The probation workers gone mental” from outside the probation worked started hammering on the door as Nathan sprang forward towards (y/n) subtly pushing her behind him.

“Maybe he’s on crystal meth” Alisha tried to rationalise “I mean that stuff makes you crazy! My friend Chloe did it, she nearly shagged her brother! And he’s really ugly” Simon gasped a little “the graffiti ‘I’m going to kill you’ he wrote it” “what did I say? i said there was a hidden meaning! Or not..” Kelly turned to (y/n) and Alisha “did anything happen to you?” “No!” Alisha explained “we should call the police” Simon shook his head “he took our phones. He’s got all of our phones.” Then the banging stopped. Alisha looked to Kelly angrily “you dickhead! Why did you come back here? you should have gone for help!” Kelly whipped around “what do you know bitch?” “Shut up you chav” “hey!” (Y/n) interrupted “if she’d gone for help none of us woulda known the probation worker had gone mental, we’d be dead before she even found help!” Kelly retained eye contact with Alisha as she pointed to (y/n) “Exactly!” She turned to address the rest of the group “he tried to kill me!  I came back here to warn yous lot and I coulda left ya! I’m sick of you dickheads judgin’ me! You can all fuck off!” Alisha stormed off “whatever I’m getting outta here.” (Y/n) turned to run to the back exit and before she even registered what was happening she was already there. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she heard the others around the corner. Nathan rounded the corner and slipped on the floor on what had been discovered to be a pool of blood. Nathan stood up abruptly “get it off me!” He cried as he turned to (y/n) his disgust and horror was interrupted by confusion as he spotted her “how’d you get here so quick?” (Y/n) looked at him wide eyed as she shrugged. The group cautiously approved the locker that the blood had pooled out of, Curtis swung open the door to reveal the dead body of their fellow young offender. They all jumped back screaming. “I did wonder what happened to him” Nathan mumbled as he reached to grip (y/n)s hand in his own. The group bickered a bit and Nathan only gripped onto (y/n) tighter in his horror. Curtis turned to Alisha to comfort her “come on…don’t look at him” he reached to take hold her her arm but once he made contact he let out a pained groan “I’ve gotta have sex with you right now! You’re so beautiful” Alisha struggled in his grasp as she managed to push him off “get off me you freak!” Curtis seemed to snap out of it “what?” He asked seeming genuinely confused. Alisha just swung to hit him, he caught her arm and began the same lust driven ramblings as she once again broke from his grasp. “What did I do?” Curtis asked again both confused and concerned “uh” Kelly started “you said you were gonna shag her””And you were gettin’ your chap out” Nathan added. Simon examined the situation for a second before concluding “it’s when you were touching her” Alisha looked around before examining her own hands and then pressing a hand to Simons neck. Sure enough he too feel into insatiable lust and ramblings as his veins darkened on his pale skin. Alisha recoiled in horror “what is happening to me?” Suddenly the probation worker broke through the glass of the door grunting anomalistically. The group scrambled away but Kelly grabbed a paint can hitting him over the head with it. The group settled, observing the limp body of their probation worker. (Y/n) gripped Nathan’s arm holding her hand to her mouth as stray tears streamed down her face “is he dead?” She asked Nathan reached the arm she was gripping to pull her further behind him “well I’m no doctor but…you see the way the back of his head’s caved in like that…” the probation worker sprang back to life grabbing at Kelly’s ankle and she wasted no time in stomping directly on his head. Once he’d stopped moving Kelly turned around, looking like she was about to be sick. “That should do it” Nathan said. (Y/n) felt her tears stream harder as she leaned her face into Nathan’s back, Nathan turned around to engulf her in a tight embrace, both for her comfort and his own. “You killed our probation worker” Alisha pointed out, Kelly stared at her open mouthed. “This is very, very bad” Nathan muttered into (y/n)s hair. “He would have killed us!” Kelly defended “we should call the police, it was self defence” Curtis said, Alisha nodded “yeah yeah, we’ll show them the body in the locker they’ll do some csi shit and figure it out” “the won’t believe us” Kelly insisted. “We just tell them the truth! We stick to our story” Kelly huffed “and what’s our story? That he can turn invisible and you can turn back time? It doesn’t matter what we tell them, they’ll say we’re lying! They’ll say that we killed them both!”  The group looked around at each other, scared shitless. “If there’s no body there’s no crime” Simon said abruptly “what the fuck” (y/n) spoke into Nathan’s shoulder still trembling. “We should bury them under the flyover” Simon continued. “Yeah?” Alisha questioned “how are we gonna do that? Someone’s gonna see us”  Nathan finally broke from the right hug “no no no no no he give em a quick…” he whistled gesturing to the bodies “put them in a those of wheelchairs, wheel them up there and if anyone sees us we’re just a bunch of young offenders taking a couple of specials for a walk in the sunshine” he finished breathing unsurely as he looked to the group for reassurance on his plan.

And that’s exactly what they’d done. They dropped the bodies into the pit still clearly horrified by the situation. Nathan tried his hand at a joke “I’m pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO…” they began discussing the secrecy of the situation, all promising to never mention it to anyone every again. They started burying the bodies and Nathan turned Simon “didn’t you say you wanted to piss on her tits? Probably best to keep that between you and your internet service provider” Nathan continued to joke before something dawned on him as he looked at Kelly ‘if she can hear what I’m thinking, did she hear all the stuff about (y/n)? Oh shit! She can hear that!’ He broke out of the thought “so hold on, all of you have some kinda special power, everyone can do something but me!” “I can’t” (y/n) interrupted “yes you can” Simon chimed in. Nathan and (y/n) turned their attention to Simon who crumbled a little under the pressure “earlier when you ran to the back door, it’s like you just disappeared” (y/n) nodded, she’d almost forgotten about that “I think you’ve got super speed” Simon concluded, (y/n) just nodded thoughtfully “exactly!” Nathan exclaimed “all of you can do something except me, he can do something” he point to Simon “he do something! And I can’t! That’s ridiculous, look at him! How does that make any sense?” Simon just swallowed “maybe you can do something, you just haven’t found out what it is yet” Nathan nodded “yeah…right. what if-what if I can’t feel pain?” Kelly gave him a smack over the head “did ya feel that?” “Stop hitting me!” He turned to (y/n) looking for some sympathy but she just grinned and shook her head at his antics.

They’d finally finished with everything, all the cleanup and loose ends. They’d changed and all filed out of the building. When (y/n) walked out she’d found Nathan with a cigarette between his teeth, he looked exhausted. “Don’t suppose you’re up for that drink?” He asked. (Y/n) gave him a grin before walking up to him and linking their arms “I’m pretty sure a drink is exactly what I need right now” she said as she led him to the closest bar.

The next day they’d all showed up to their community service only to be lined up by a woman they’d never seen before. “Gary and my colleague Tony have both been reported missing. Their families are very worried about them. Have you seen anything unusual, anything at all?” The group stood nervously before Nathan raised his hand “a few days ago ... I got into the toilets, Tony and Gary were in there, they’re butt naked, Tony has Gary by the hair, like this and he’s just doin’ him doggy style” everyone stares at him, dumbfounded and horrified as he acts out this alleged graphic sexy scene once he’d finished he planted his hands on his hips “so sim guessing they’ve ran away to continue their illicit homosexual affair, and I ask you, in this world of intolerance and prejudice who are we-who are we to condemn them?” The lady just rolls her eyes and walks away as the group continues to stare open mouthed at Nathan. Once she’s gone (y/n) pinched Nathan’s side “what the hell was that?!” She hisses.

The group all stood on the roof taking in their situation. Nathan plucked a shared cigarette from (y/n) “I think we got away with it!” Curtis scoffs “do you actually believe that or are you just really dumb?” “I actually believe that!” (Y/n) giggles and leaned her head into Nathan’s shoulder. Nathan casts his eyes down to her before expressing his frustration again “I mean, I was there. i should have one of these bullshit powers.” Kelly turned to him annoyed “you can have mine. Wanna hear what people are thinkin’ about you” Nathan seemed to consider it for a second before he cast a flirtatious look down to (y/n) but quickly the judgmental looks of the others caught his eye “not so much. I want something good, something off the A-list” Simon looked to him “maybe you can fly” “don’t encourage him!” (Y/n) interjected “yeah!” Nathan agreed “there’s always someone who can fly! Check it out” “don’t” Kelly and (y/n) say in tandem as Nathan climbs onto the nearest chair hurling himself off it and toppling into the ground. “Ow! No that’s not it!” Curtis rolled his eyes as he turned to address the rest “so, what happens now? Is this is? Are we gonna be like this forever?” Simon shrugged “what if we’re meant to be like, superheroes” Nathan scoffed as he walked back up to the group, slinging an arm around (y/n)s shoulder as she spoke “yeah, no I don’t think so mate” “yeah, you lot. Superheroes? No offence, but in what kind of fucked up world would that be allowed to happen?” Nathan shared a sarcastic glance with (y/n) as she smiled at him “superheroes! i love this guy. You prick!” Simon just did his best to ignore Nathan’s heckling. “What if there’s people like us all over town?” Kelly asked. “No! That kinda thing only happens in America!” He insisted and then locked eyes with (y/n) again as she smiled up at him “this will fade away, I’m telling ya, by this time next week, it’ll be back to the same old boring shit” he finished as he planted a kiss on (y/n)s forehead.

(A/N): Holy moly this  is absolutely the longest fic I’ve ever written but I thing I’m going to try and stick with episode by episode for this series