#this was inspired by another Camila Cabello song
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Fred Weasley x Reader-Just Friends
Inspired by the song Señorita by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello
This is a lot longer than I had originally planned, but I hope you all enjoy this! 💛
Warnings:Smut/Teasing (18+)
“Earth to Y/n,” my friend Lucy snapped her fingers in front of my face, knocking me out of my daydream.
“Sorry,” I mumbled an apology, taking a mouthful of my food to try and act normal, as well as distract myself from the thoughts that were racing through my head.
“Where’d you go?” My other friend, Charlotte, questioned; eyebrows raised quizzically.
“She was probably thinking about Fred Weasley” Lucy teased with a small smirk, seeing straight through my act.
“Why would I be thinking about Fred?” I countered, trying to keep my tone neutral so that Lucy would think that she was wrong.
Lucy shook her head briefly before taking a bite of her toast; she knew how close Fred and I were, but we were just friends. Though the look that was showing in her eyes when they meet mine, said that she wasn't fooled by answer, especially when her eyes glanced down at the hickey on my neck that I had tried so hard to cover, “You know why, or were you with someone else last night?”
Damn it.
Last night.
The memories flashed in my brain like a dream.
The way Freds hands explored every inch of my body; the way his smirk grew on his face when I moaned his name as he pounded into me, his lips, the fiery lust burning in his eyes…
The way he made me feel a way no one else ever had.
A small scoff left my lips,as I tried to ignore the dampness forming in my panties just at the mere thought of last night, “Fred and I are just friends.”
Just friends.
That’s all we were.
That’s all we were. I kept mentally repeating that to myself, reminding myself of what we were.
Last night was the first time we’d slept together, and maybe if that was it then reminding myself that we were just friends wouldn’t be so hard.
But it wasn’t just about last night; it was about how he’d been toward me since the school year started, and how I had been with him.
The many times we’d almost kissed; in the library, in the common room, down by the boathouse. The way our eyes lingered on one another just a few seconds too long for friends…and the way that no matter how many times I told myself to put some distance between us, I never could.
Because I wanted more; I had since the first time we almost kissed.
I wanted him.
I wanted to be his.
I wondered if I would have still felt this way had I been sorted into Slytherin; would we have even been friends? Would we have even acknowledged each other? Or would we just be strangers to one another?
Part of me thought that that would be easier; for our paths to have never crossed.
My family hated him and his family; and if they got wind that I had feelings for him..well it wouldn’t be good, for either of us.
Charlotte opened her mouth slightly, as if she was about to ask a question, but before she could I heard footsteps walking behind me; that’s when I saw who it was.
Fred.
I spent the rest of the morning unable to shift the ache in my chest.
Fred and I are just friends; those words kept replaying in my head.
I didn’t want that.
I didn’t want to just be ‘friends’ with him; but maybe this was for the best.
I just needed to make sure nothing else happened between us; I just needed to keep my distance from him.
Thankfully, Fred and I didn’t really have many classes together until tomorrow, so I could at least avoid him for the rest of the day.
Care of Magical Creatures was my last class for today, and despite the chill in the air I decided to wander into the forest; mainly so that I didn’t have to see Fred but also so I could clear my head and avoid any more questions from my friends.
But my mind couldn’t help but think about last night…
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this, love?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine as he slowly thrusted a finger inside of me, “How long I’ve wanted you.”
He’d been teasing me for what felt like hours, first with his fingers, then his tongue, then both until he finally started fucking me with his cock.
I practically jumped out of my skin when I felt one hand cover my mouth as the other pulled on my waist.
I was going to scream, that was until I saw a flash of ginger hair, followed by an all too familiar voice, “It’s just me, love.”
“Fred, what are you doing?” I snapped, the adrenaline still burning in my veins.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” his words weren’t a question, they were a statement.
I could see the hurt lingering in his eyes as the words left his lips, and it hurt like hell, seeing him sad because of what I’d done.
But it was for the best; that’s what I kept telling myself, yes this was painful, but nowhere near as painful as if things continued between us.
I didn’t answer his statement.
I just began walking away.
Distance. That’s what we needed, what was best for us.
And that’s what I had to put between us.
Though I didn’t get very far before his hand was wrapped around my wrist and I was pushed up against a tree, his other hand next to my shoulder, barricading me against the tree.
The chill that once floated in the air was all but eradicated in that moment; all that I could feel was the heat radiating between the two of us.
“So we’re just friends, huh?”
His tone was darker than a few moments ago; and I could see the anger flickering in his eyes.
“Just friends?” he repeated, his lips inches from mine.
Oh how I wanted to kiss him.
To just say fuck everything as close the distance between us.
I was hanging onto the last strands of the rational side of my mind when I nodded and said “Just friends,” though my voice was certainly not as confident as I had intended,
“You sure about that, love?”
I was trying to think of an answer, and then the hand that was next to me on my thigh.
I let out a quivering breath as I felt his hand go higher and higher, until he was so close to the place I craved him.
I was soaked, I knew that already.
I was a mess and he’d barely done anything to me yet and yet all I craved was for more.
His lips, his hands, they were making it impossible for me to think clearly.
I glanced up into his eyes and I saw the same glint as last night; he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was loving it.
“You say we’re just friends,” he continued, his voice low and barely above a whisper, “but friends don’t know the way you taste..”
A small whimper left my lips before I could stop it, which only made a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“And you, love,” he continued, pressing his body closer to mine, so that I could feel just how hard he was, “taste fucking divine,”
All rationality had left my mind as I finally closed the distance, crashing my lips onto his; my free hand tugging at his ginger locks in an attempt to deepen the kiss.
“Just friends?” Fred chuckled breathlessly before lightly pecking my lips,
“Meet me tonight at our usual spot”
I couldn’t help but frown at his words.
I needed him.
Now.
I needed to be fucked and the denial he had just given me made my pussy ache with pure desire.
Another chuckle left his lips as his hand softly caressed my cheek, “I’ll give you what you want, baby, don’t worry.”
And with that he released my wrist and walked away from me, leaving me a breathless, wet, needy mess against the tree.
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Hiii
This is my first time requesting, so sorry if it's too long. I've been thinking about a one shot about Mihawk, in which the reader is the daughter of a Navy Admiral and this man really hates pirates and even repudiates the warlords sea. Then the reader's father decides to take his daughter to a marine party in order to find her a respectable husband and being able to get her engaged. But the unexpected happens, reader feels very attracted to Mihawk and he feels the same, and I imagine they dance and they flirt, sexual tension in the air.
My inspiration was basically the song my oh my by Camila Cabello, I feel like it goes a bit with Mihawk and I would like it to go with that style . Anyway, I hope the request is not a problem, have a good day or night😊
𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒉 𝑴𝒚 (𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒌 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)
A/N: When I tell you I loved this! I loved it!!! I loved writing it! (With the help of one of my good friends! He's also a one piece fan! And wanted to help me a bit!) I put all my dedication into this!! It was so cute! Almost makes me want to turn this into a small multi chapter fic! I hope you love this Lovely! Thank you for requesting this cute ask! ✨❤
Warnings: none! Fluff! Both reader and Mihawk pinining for each other, them flirting with each other!
Based on this song:
My Oh My
Let me know if the link doesn't work! ❤
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She was getting ready for some marine party that her dad is wanting to take her to. She sighed, not being too big on parties, considering some of the parties the marines host are boring. She hoped that something would happen while there, to make it less boring. But she doubted there would be. “Y/N you ready to leave?” She heard her dad, she let out another sigh, she was not looking forward to this. Especially since she knows her dads true reasons for wanting her to attend these parties. He wants her to ‘Find a husband.’ In his words. She walked out her room to be face to face with her father. “Come on Y/N you will love it! Now let's get going!” Her dad spoke, she had no choice but to follow.
At the party, she stayed in one corner of the room. Refusing to dance with any man, she just wanted to leave this party. 'Damn you dad, for dragging me to this….’ She cursed her dad in her head, until she noticed a man that caught her eye. He was standing not too far away from her, his golden, hawk-like eyes observing his surroundings. As if he was judging. On top of his black hair, he sported a wide-brimmed black hat, decorated with a large plume, he wore a long, open black coat, with what looked to be red velvet inside, with no shirt? The coat also had red, flower-patterned sleeves and collar, with white pants, and black boots. He also seemed to have a large sword on his back, and a cross around his neck. That man was none other than Dracule Mihawk, one of The Seven Warlords of the Sea.
His golden eyes continued to look around, a frown etched upon his form. Until his eyes met hers. She quickly looked away, a blush adorning her face. Not realizing said man was approaching her. “Hello M’lady, couldn’t help but notice you staring at me. Was there something that interested you?” He mused, suddenly now beside her, causing her to look up at the taller man. Seeing him up close, caused the blush on her face to worsen. He was a gorgeous man. She feels attracted to him already, but she knew how her father felt about pirates let alone the Warlords. She knew who Mihawk was, well more of the lines she's heard things about the said man. Just never met him till now. He somehow also felt attracted to her as well, she was beautiful.
He put one of his larger hands out. “May I have the pleasure to dance with such beauty as yourself~?” He offered, looking into her eyes, with those golden eyes of his. She glanced around quietly and quickly for her father, checking for him. Although seeing her eyes glance around as if looking for someone, he still stared at her with patience. Her beautiful e/c eyes then landed back on his. “I would like that.” she finally answered softly, gently placing her smaller hand in his bigger hand. Having received an answer, he gently led her to the dance floor before he pulled her close to him. Their bodies touched as he put his other hand on her waist while she put her other hand on his broad shoulder. The two started to dance around to the music that was playing. The sexual tension between the two was already in the air, as they danced. He looked down at her, she was absolutely ravishing. The two continued to dance, as if it was only them. No one else, but them. He noticed though, that she seemed to still be on the lookout for someone.
“Relax M’lady, you seem tense.~” He spoke in a flirty tone, causing her to look back at him with cheeks slightly flushed. “Well it's not every day a girl sees a sexy man who has no problems showing what's beneath the shirt.~” She retorted with a slight smirk. Hawkeye's lips twitched upward slightly in response.
She's been flirted with before multiple times. Sometimes, she's had to flirt back to get rid of the guy who obviously didn't love her for her. She wanted someone that saw/loved her for her, not just to get into her pants, hence why she always refused to even get married. Because most of the men only saw her for her body, not for her. But the man that was dancing around with her, twirling her around, flirting with her. Seemed different, promising even. It was making her heart race in her chest, almost like it was about to beat out of her chest. This man was drop dead gorgeous.
He twirled the smaller girl around, then brought her back to him. She felt like she was on cloud 9 just from the dance, plus the close proximity of the two. The tension was high in the air between the two as they graced over the floor. Unconsciously, their breaths came out in sync. The music was the only thing besides each other's breathing that they could hear around them. They were so wrapped up with each other, they forgot about everyone else there. To them it was only them, no one else. But them.
Soon though, the song that was playing slowly came to an end. He dipped her, as the two remained looking into each other's eyes. He brought her back up gently. “I enjoyed that dance.~” He said with a flirtatious smirk on his handsome face. He brought her smaller hand up to his lips giving it a light kiss. “I hope to see you again.~” He purred, as he continued to look at her with his Hawk-like golden eyes. “Me too.~” she cooed back, blushing at his beautiful eyes.
After the party, she sat in her room. All she could think of is that beautiful man, she was hoping to see him again….Who knows? Could it be fate for them to meet again?
#gennemi writes#one piece#dracule mihawk#dracule mihawk x reader#op mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#mihawk x reader#one piece mihawk
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Hiiiiii dear Moni boo !! I REALLY want to make a request as you asked :) I would love Jimin (and for inspiration) Song: Shameless by Camila Cabello ps i hope youre doing great i cant wait to read mor of your stories! missing kintsugi Yoongi sm. take care boo!
ok bb!!!! What I did was read the lyrics to this song once and then, immediately, this scenario was in my head. So I hope it fits your expectations ok!! Thank you so much for reuqesating AND for the Kintsugi!Yoongi love!! I promise there will be another chapter; I'm just out of practice and need to get the rust out first.
Pairing: Jimin x f. reader
Genre: smut, little bit of angst, basically pwp
Word count: 2.4k
Summary: Jimin knows he will never have you, all of you, the way he wants you, so he takes what he can get and lets you walk away
Warnings: unprotected sex (inc. a lil bit of cervix action!), infidelity
Shameless
You straddled Jimin and rolled your hips over his; he moaned against your mouth and tipped his head back, breaking the kiss to whisper your name, quiet, strained, reverent. You were in a rush—you had to be—so you lowered the straps of your dress and stepped off; you gestured behind your back to the buttons holding your dress together and Jimin stood behind you. His dextrous fingers worked quickly and your dress fell to the floor in a shining pool of white. When you turned back to him, arms outstretched to push him back onto the plush armchair he’d just stood up from, your foot slipped on the silk and you fell towards him. He caught you. Like he always did.
You’d never really been without him. Jimin. Your Jimin. Everyone always said you’d end up together. Meant to be. Soulmates. You weren’t entirely sure you believed in all that but you knew he’d always been there for you and you knew he always would be. Because he was Jimin. That’s just who he was. That’s just what he did. No matter what. He was your crash mat, your safety blanket, your escape rope, your lighthouse signal. He was there for you. Like gravity. Inevitable. Inescapable. Almost unnoticed because he was such a constant presence. Never not there.
But you noticed him now: his soft, warm hands sliding up your sides, drawing goosebumps in their wake; his soft, strong body pressed against you, lithe and tight, his muscles flexing as he gripped your waist, as he pulled you backwards, as he lowered you both gently down to the ground; his mouth, his lips, his tongue, all over you, wet and plush and tasting like he always had.
“Jimin,” you whispered, as you shivered, a rush of fire and ice flowing over your skin, through your blood. It always felt like this with him. Even when you got to take your time, when neither of you had anywhere to be, it was always electric.
It was elemental. Grounding. Jimin felt like the world diminished to just the two of you, not even the room still existed. As if you were the very first people to discover this. As if he’d never been with anyone else – as if you never had. As if you were the be-all and end-all. You were, really. To Jimin. You were it. Always had been. He was never quite sure if you always knew it or not, if you had pretended not to know for so long because looking at his longing was like looking at the sun; he burnt so hot, so bright, almost eternally, just for you. Couldn’t help it. He felt as if he had been born that way. He knew no other.
He lifted his hips to slip down his trousers and his boxers beneath them. You wasted no time in similarly shedding yourself of your underwear. He clawed at you to get you back on him, to feel the weight of you pressing down against him. He wanted to take his time. It had been a while. But you were all a-rush. You glanced at the clock and your heart skipped a beat. But you had to have him. You’d be late, no one would mind. It was your day; you could do whatever you wanted. No one would miss you, not for the next five minutes anyway.
You took his cock in your hand, hot and hard and already leaking – because he wanted you so much, always had, always will – and sank yourself down on it, letting him stretch you out nice and slow like he always did. Jimin whined your name, his fingers tight on your hips, wanting you to still, wanting you to stop so he could lavish on you all the attention he wanted to. He didn’t want this to be over in five minutes. Or ten. Or twenty. He wanted this to last all evening.
You wouldn’t let it. Couldn’t. You rolled your hips. He tipped his head back and sighed. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet – force of habit. It was always better with Jimin. He fit you right. He always hit you just right, exactly where you needed it. You had joked before that he was moulded to you, made for you, because it felt so good every time. No one else came close.
“Baby...” He was mewling now, lifting his head to watch you where your bodies met, with his eyes black and sparkling.
You tipped your head back and studied the ceiling as you rocked yourself on him, as you felt the pressure of him drag along your soft, slick walls. You picked a spot, a tiny crack in the paint, and watched it, then let your eyes blur, focusing only on your body: your heart thumping hard in your chest; your skin flushing hot then prickling and shivering; your hands resting heavily on Jimin’s chest, your fingers pressing, dimpling the skin, nails digging little crescent moons there which would stay long after you did; your cunt clutching him tight; your walls clenching against his cock; your juices slick and noisy; the slap of your skin on his resounding rhythmically. You lifted one hand from his chest, readjusting your weight onto the other, and let your fingers find your clit.
The second your touch alighted there, Jimin was clutching your wrist, pulling your hand away. Then he held your hips firmly and pushed you down, further down, so there wasn’t the slightest breath between you and he began to tip your hips, directing you so you could rub yourself on him, so he could give you everything you needed. You shifted to adjust your angle, bringing your clit into contact with his skin and you pushed down, too, his cock lodged deep enough inside that you felt the head against your cervix. He didn’t thrust, didn’t dig himself deeper; he kept your hips right there as you ground down.
It was overwhelming; you were overfull, overflowing. You could feel your arousal on Jimin’s skin, feel it in the squish of your cunt against him, dripping onto him, spreading itself, smearing, like an oil slick between you. You kept rocking, kept circling and he kept holding you down, pressing on you from inside and outside. You loved him like this. Truly loved him. When he was lighting up your body with pleasure, when you felt fire on the inside and ice on the outside, when your thighs were starting to twitch and your clit was aching for more and more and more and you were squeezing him so hard that you could hear his breath hitch, hearing the tiny, strangled noises that fell from his open mouth, when his cock was so hard and heavy and hot and insistent. Your mind went blank, your brain all white noise, your eyes seeing stars and tv static, your limbs tingling and you were shuddering, tensing, every muscle pulling together and apart simultaneously and when your strength began to fail, Jimin took over. He held you still and moved beneath you, mirroring your movements perfectly as only he could so that there wasn’t so much as a second’s delay, not the slightest pause in your pleasure.
“Fuck fuck fuc-” you chanted to yourself until you couldn’t speak anymore. Your orgasm stole the word from off your lips, ripped the air from your lungs, sent you somewhere else entirely. For a moment, you weren’t on your knees on a hotel room floor with Jimin beneath you and your wedding dress three feet away. You were on another plain entirely, untouchable, a burning ring of fire so bright and so hot, one couldn’t even look at you. You were alight, ablaze, all aglow with bliss.
Then you were back, heavy and solid and corporeal. You fell forward onto Jimin’s chest and his arms were caging you in.
“God,” you breathed. “I love it when I come like that. No one else-” You paused to gulp in air. “No one else can-… I never do that with anyone else.”
He kissed the top of your head and hummed.
“I know, baby, I know.”
You nestled your face into the crook of his neck as he tested a thrust, the drag of his cock against your still sensitive walls dragging a slow, quiet whine from your throat. He shuffled beneath you, bending his knees to settle his feet on the floor, wiggling his toes against the plush carpet. He thrust again and set a quick rhythm, still holding you in place, making sure he was hitting you in exactly the right spot, every time. You could do nothing but pant heavy and wet against his neck, barely able to hear him moan, hear him praise you—the sounds coming to you as if from far away. There was just the push and pull of him, the slip and slick of you, the pressure and the fluttering and the pleasure.
Jimin was quick to come, because he was considerate and, even though he wanted this to last forever, he knew you had places to be. You kissed him as he grunted and his brows pulled together and his thighs went hard like marble as he pushed up into you for the final time and came with a shudder. You let him finish inside you because it felt like the least you could do; you knew he liked it. Secretly, you did, too, though you knew better. You let him catch his breath a little before pushing up and standing on legs that were still a little unsteady. You crossed the room to the tissue box and cleaned yourself up—thoroughly this time because you needed to—and, by the time you were stepping back into the circle of silk that was your dress left alone on the floor, Jimin was up, too, zipping his trousers and shrugging his shirt back on. Wordlessly, he approached and deftly secured the buttons that, only minutes before, he had been undoing.
You strode to the mirror on the other side and wiped carefully under your eyes, around your mouth, patted your hair gently so it didn’t look too mussed. You picked up one shoe and then the other and he was there again, kneeling at your feet, holding them out for you, one at a time, gently doing the tiny silver buckle for you and placing your foot back on the ground. He stood and you took his face in your hands. He knew he couldn’t kiss you, though he couldn’t stop looking at your lips either. You’d already tidied yourself up; he couldn’t go making a mess of you again.
“Thank you,” you whispered and you meant it. You closed your eyes and tipped your forehead onto his shoulder. “God, I needed you today.”
Jimin merely hummed.
It was agreed that you would go first. So you left, without a backward glance, and Jimin sank into the armchair. It was so fucked up. He knew it. You knew it. Of course, no one else did; that was very much the point. He knew that, no matter how you sliced it, he was the loser here. He would always come off worst. He knew he should know better. He knew he should call it quits.
He wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Because he had waved goodbye to his dignity and all his good sense the second you first kissed him. He shoved them into a barrel and threw them off a cliff. He didn’t care. Not really. Because at least he got to have you a little, right?
That was true at first. Now you were so far down the line, he didn’t really know what he felt. Which is why he was still here. Because you were the only thing he was sure of. He loved you. That he knew. So he kept coming back, every time you called. And every time, his heart felt fit to burst with you in his arms; and every time, his heart felt on the brink of collapse, with you leaving him.
He stayed in the room only a minute longer. He had appearances to keep up, too. He was your best friend, after all. He heaved himself out of the chair and trod, with heavy feet and a heavier heart, out of the room and down the stairs.
When he reached the main hall, it wasn’t quite dark yet, the sun still making its way down, streaks of it filtering through the high glass windows, one hitting you as though you were being anointed by God himself. Golden hour. And there you were, so golden. He smiled along with everyone else as he watched you dance your first dance with the man you had just married. He knew why you did it, why you had to; he understood your reasons, even if he didn’t agree with them.
This day had been such a long time coming that a part of him didn’t really believe he was there. He hadn’t watched you exchange rings and vows with someone else. He hadn’t watched another man ‘kiss the bride’. He wasn’t watching you now, smiling and laughing and kissing, as you circled slowly on the dancefloor. He wondered what everyone would think if they knew. If they knew that five minutes before this moment, you were coming on his cock, falling apart on top of him. If they knew that you’d been doing it for years now. If they knew everything that Jimin knew.
It was building up inside of him, this pressure. He didn’t know what it meant. Couldn't look directly at it, couldn’t poke around in it to find out, because then it might explode from within him and catch everyone else up in the blow.
He had to leave. He made sure enough people had seem him; he caught eyes across the room, smiled, nodded, pretended he was headed to the bar. Then he thundered back up the stairs and then another flight and another flight until he reached his room. He flung himself on the bed and screamed into his pillow. He screamed until he was dizzy and his throat was sore. What he would have given for more of you. What he would have said to make you love him enough. What he would have done for you to be his.
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Hi, I saw that in the princess era you said that 1dbandmate!yn wrote secret songs and sold them to other artists, and since this is a fanfic I imagine her writing songs like Girl Crush from Little Big Town and selling them, If Only by Dove Cameron or writing Camila Cabello's Bad Kind of Butterflies around the time she was dating Matthew. After all that I just wanted to ask what songs would you say she wrote and sold. (Sorry if anything is incoherent, English is not my first language)
Anon: You said 1dbandmate!yn wrote secret love songs and sold them to other artists, could we know what some of those songs were?? Please 🙏🙏🙏
oooh fun ok ok so let's break down a few of them
Girl Crush by Little Big Town
written 2013, sold in 2015
this was during the time when H was dating Taylor Swift
the first time YN truly felt that she was losing him in someway (we all know that's not gonna happen)
realizing for the first time that she likes H more than just a friend/band mate
I want to taste her lips
Yeah, 'cause they taste like you
I want to drown myself
In a bottle of her perfume
I want her long blond hair
I want her magic touch
Yeah, 'cause maybe then
You'd want me just as much
Bad Kind of Butterflies by Camila Cabello
I actually was inspired by this song to write this blurb but i have an idea for another blurb along the lines of the song
written 2014, sold in 2015
wouldn't label this as a love song per say but i definitely agree that it was around the time she was dating Matthew
What do I do when I love you
And want somebody else?
What do I lose if I don't choose
And keep it to myself?
Bad, bad butterflies in my chest
There's something I gotta confess
Yes, somebody's stuck in my head
And I, and I
overall feeling a mix of confusion and guilt for staying with Matthew when she has H on her mind 24/7
Strangers By Nature by Adele
written in 2014, sold in 2020
I'll be taking flowers to the cemetery of my heart
For all of my lovers in the present and in the dark
directing the "lovers" towards Matthew as her present and her secret love for H
When no one knows what it's like to be us
Strangers by nature
her expressing that no one truly knows what it's like to be in love with someone but forced to be apart -> "us" being her and H
since they can't be together (or at least be given the chance to be together) by their management, they have to act like friends
to YN acting like strangers is better than being in love
In My Life (Wallis Bird cover version)
written and sold in 2015
still trying to figure out her feelings
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
In my life I love you more
trying out the words "i love you" and seeing how they taste.
Say My Name by Prince of Eden
written in 2017 & 2021, sold in 2021
You made a reason
And my hearts been beating since
And baby
Would you believe me if I said you make me crazy?
Oh, the way you say my name, I'm all over the place
She's way too embarrassed to admit to anyone, let alone herself, about the way Harry makes her feel
I like the way you say my name with the warmest embrace
I like the way it shoots me far out in the nothing of space
Oh, the way you say my name's like the sweetest of tastes
I like the way, I like the way, oh, I love the way
How many days in
With that fire blazing? Yeah
You found a way in
And my hearts been beating since
they've been together for so long (both as a couple and when they weren't) they she's in disbelief at the fact that he still makes her feel giddy and bubbly when he says her name
I Wish I Was The Moon by Ewan J Phillips
written and sold in 2018
during one of the first "off" periods of their on and off relationship
like Cherry, it's one of her 'pathetic' songs
Oh, I wish I was the moon
So that I might be with you
One more time
I wish I can disappear
'Cause I know I can't stay here
With or without you
When I'm Loving You by Yianna
written and sold in 2019
written when YN realized that she really loves H and wants to be with him for the rest of her life (still didn't want to admit it to anyone though)
There's something you gotta know
'Cause I been keeping my feelings deep inside
Ever since I saw your face
My whole world's been changing;
I've been rearranging the songs I sing,
I used to see in shades of grey
But then color came through the second I saw you
And now here we are skin to skin
I never thought we would,
But you said that we should just take a chance
Malibu by Miley Cyrus
also written during the making of Fine Line
this song is so good with so many album references so strap in
But you brought me here and I'm happy that you did
'Cause now I'm as free as birds catching the wind
later on to become one of the many blue bird references in Harry's House
And sometimes I get so scared of what I can't understand
Hoping I just stay the same and nothing will change
And it'll be us, just for a while
Do we even exist?
That's when I make the wish
To swim away with the fish
Adore You fish reference
I never would've believed you
If three years ago you told me
I'd be here writing this song
But here I am
just her being in disbelief of being in love with him
realizing she's acting like a love sick idiot writing sappy love songs
Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning and you're there to save me
And I wanna thank you with all of my heart
It's a brand new start
A dream come true
In Malibu
Falling reference with the drowning
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More Than A Frienship - Shawn Mendes
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Summary : You’re friend with Shawn but he kissed you while you’re in a committed relationship. You try to avoid him to not lose yourself in your feelings.
Warnings : Angst, kind of cheating, fluff ending. English is not my first language so there might some mistakes you can tell me, if you see them. Tell me if I missed any warnings !
Word count : 1.5K
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Song Inspiration : Bad Kind Of Butterflies by Camila Cabello
“Shawn, I’m begging you, stop calling me” You whisper into the phone.
“Please listen to me before hanging up. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t even know why I kissed you. Please, believe me when I say I don’t want our friendship to change.” He pleads.
“It changed the moment you put your lips on mine.” You muttered harshly.
“Y/N, please” he tries to hold you back.
“Give me some time”
You just hung up when Dean, your boyfriend, comes into the living room, a bowl of popcorn in his hands. You try your best to act normal despite Shawn’s call, even if it’s complicated. What he did last week is still bugging you. You didn’t think you’d react like that because of his touch. No matter how hard you try, you can’t forget the feeling of his lips on yours. But you also can’t forget the guilty feeling when you look at Dean’s angelical face. You two have been dating for a year now and you love him. Everything is good between you. At last, until Shawn’s action.
“Who was on the phone ?” he asks you.
“My mom. She wanted to tell me tonight there’s If I Stay on TV” As soon as this lie escapes your lips, you feel your stomach hurts because of the guilt.
“Do you want to watch that tonight ? It’s your favourite movie.”
“I got it on DVD, we can watch it any other day.”
“You sure ?”
“Yes. we’re not gonna change the movie at the last minute” You laugh trying to hide your nervousness. “We said we would watch your favourite movie, not mine so let’s put Fast And Furious”
“As you want, sweetheart” Dean says before kissing you.
Without a surprise, you can’t focus on the movie for more than a minute. This kind of film is not the one you usually watch and your mind is set on the same person. Shawn. You’ve been friends for six years. You’re friend with Brian, so you quickly met him. You bounded easily. You’re good friends.
At least, that’s what you thought until last week.
You don’t really know why but Shawn kissed you and since then, you can’t seem to stop thinking about him and his lips felt against yours. You’re ashamed of what you felt during the kiss. You’re with Dean and yet, you can’t get Shawn out of your head. When he kissed you, you felt butterflies in your stomach and when you talk with Dean, you feel them, too it’s just not because of love. It’s because of the guilt you feel every time you think a little bit too much about Shawn and to feel the good kind of butterflies with the one that is supposed to be your best friend. You’re a horrible person, you think.
“Y/N, is everything okay ?” Dean questions you, getting your attention.
“Yes, I’m fine. Why ?”
“You seem deep in your thoughts.”
“Sorry, I was thinking about something. Nothing important, though. Don’t worry.”
You’re ashamed to realise you can lie this easily. He’s not suspecting anything. He trusts you and you betray him. How could you do that to him ? He’s always been there for you since you two met in senior year of college, after he moved to Toronto. And how do you thank him ? By thinking about another man.
You need to stop dwelling on what happened with Shawn. You need to forget what happened and tell him to never do it again because you love Dean. You can’t find yourself in a situation where you’d have to choose because you wouldn't be able to. In every case scenario, you’d lose someone and it's the last thing you want.
The vibrations of your phone get you out of your thoughts. You look discreetly at who sent you a text. Obviously, it’s Shawn.
Text from Shawn, 11:02 p.m :
I don’t want to lose my friendship with you. We can just forget what happened. I don’t even know why I did that.
You answer him carefully so Dean doesn’t see it.
Text to Shawn, 11:04 p.m :
We forget everything. You’re my friend and I don’t want to lose you either, but give me a few days, please.
A week has passed and it’s getting worse. You’re more distracted and you’re starting to distance yourself from Dean. You’re not capable of looking him in the eyes anymore. You know he feels something is happening, but you can’t help it. You don’t even know how to avoid it. You tried your best but you have to come to the conclusion that it became more than a friendship with Shawn. Yet you don’t want to lose Dean. Unfortunately, you know you’d have to lose one, or worse both of them.
“We need to talk, Y/N” Your boyfriend states. “It can’t keep on going like that. I can see that you’re becoming more distant with me and it kills me to realise I’m losing you slowly. What’s happening ? You know you can tell me everything. We can fix things together.” he tries to reassure you.
You don’t have the strength to fight so you give up.
“I need to tell you something” You say, not looking him in the eyes. “Please, sit down next to me.”
“Y/N, you’re scaring me.”
“I’d understand if you hate me after what I’m gonna say. I’m lost Dean” You admit, tearing up. “I love you, I do, I just can't help myself wanting someone else. And I don’t know what to do because I don’t want to lose you nor him.”
“What do you mean ? Who is the other guy ?”
“He kissed me and since then I can’t stop thinking about him. I tried to not think about it because I love you, but it’s becoming more than a friendship with him. And I’m so mad at myself for making you suffer. I feel sick in my stomach for hurting you. I promise you I love you, Dean.”
“And yet, it’s him you want. I can’t believe it !” He storms, standing up. “I gave everything in this relationship and you want to dump me for a guy who kissed you once ? Who is that dude anyway ? I have the right to know his name !”
“Dean, pleas-” You try to say but he cuts you off.
“His name !”
“It’s Shawn” You confess, even more ashamed. “Please don’t do anything to him. He’s already feeling so guilty for what he did.”
“Thank God, he has remorse ! And here you were saying that he was ‘just a friend’. I can't believe I believed you !” He shouts angrily walking to the main door.
“Where are you going ?”
“I want to have a discussion with him.”
“Dean please” You beg him, holding his arm. “You have the right to hate me but don’t hurt him.”
“And you’re defending him ? He ruined our relationship and you’re defending him ?! That's the best one yet ! It’s over, Y/N” He states harshly. “I don’t want to see you again. Leave.”
Tears running down your cheeks, you go into your old shared bedroom and pack your stuff. You try to do it as quickly as you can despite your shaking hands. Fifteen minutes later, you’re ready to leave the apartment you shared with Dean. You find him in the living room, holding his head with his hand, his shoulders shaking at the rhythm of his sobs. You hurt him so much. You feel terrible. You look at him, cheeks wet with tears. You don’t dare to say anything, too scared to hurt him even more so you leave the flat in silence, looking at him over your shoulder one last time. One year of dating and six months of living together ruined because of you and your selfishness…
You take your car to drive to the man who has been driving you crazy for a very long time. Once you’re at his front door, you don’t know if it’s a good idea anymore. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. What if he doesn’t want you ? After all, you told him you wanted to stay friends and you’ve distanced yourself from him for the past two weeks, too. Without thinking, you knock on the door and wait nervously. He opens the door two minutes later.
“Y/N ?” Shawn exclaims, surprised. “What are you doing here ?”
“Dean broke up with me and I don’t know where to go.” You told him, showing him your suitcase.
“Come in. You can sleep here, of course. Why did you guys break up ?”
“I couldn’t lie to him anymore and he noticed that I was fading slowly. I told him everything.” You inform him, tearing up again. “I know I told you we were friends and that I wanted it to stay that way but I can’t help but think about the kiss we shared.”
“But I thought-”
“I know” You interrupt him. “But it’s because I didn’t want to admit it, I just can’t explain, it made me realise that it’s more than a friendship that I feel for you.”
“I wanted you to tell me this for so many years,” He says, caressing your cheeks while you smile.
“And I hid those feelings from myself for so many years. I care about you a lot, Shawn.” You confess, getting closer to him.
“Y/N, you just got out of a relationship” The brunet states slowly, taking a step back. “I don’t think we should start something right now.”
“You’re right.”
“But I promise you, I care about you, as much as you do. We should just wait, you know, take the time to understand what is happening to us, then we’ll see.”
“Works for me.”
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Oh We're Luvin' this Fit
Posted by: Jacqueline Limas
Camila Cabello dropped her newest single alongside a music video earlier this week, I LUV IT featuring Playboi Carti. She's been teasing it all over her socials for a while now as she enters this new era for her upcoming new album. Read on to be able to recreate some of the outfits seen in the music video!
Opening the music video with the phrase, having her cake and eating it too, we see Camila teasing this new era of hers as her villain/rebel era. Next, she appears to be in a hospital waiting room with an arrow through her heart. We see her getting hurt multiple times but yet pulling through.
Throughout the music video, we see her trying to build strength to break through her mistakes and not take any more nonsense.
Now let's recreate outfit one where she walks into a bedroom and then proceeds to air shoot towards the bed in this iconic pink set.
Our sources were able to find the exact top Camila wears in the video, it is so iconic!
Though we were still looking for the exact shorts our sources did their best to find something very similar to the set's shorts.
Onto the next, is outfit two where she appears with Playboi Carti at the gasoline station. Another iconic scene from the music video since people on social media are doing the little choreography she did.
Starting off with a cardigan top. Similar to the music video, this dupe gives a little more pizzazz since we can put a personal spin on it.
Next the bottoms! We see Camila with baggy jeans, don't know the exact brand she's wearing but any baggy jeans would do the job. Our sources were able to find these.
Of course, let's not forget about the accessories. Camila had minimal on, which made it easier for them to pop out even more. Let's start off with the belt. She has on a triple heart belt buckle which we were able to source.
Pairing it with a simple silver necklace. Though it is simple it can go a long way with making the outfit come together.
Topping the outfit off with footwear. We see Camila rocking the classic Timbs.
That concludes it! Hoping all had fun and now have some inspiration in creating some of the outfits seen in the I LUV IT music video. Per usually, we recommend listening to Camila's new song which is so catchy!
Stay tuned for our next post! Which music video will we be reviewing for outfit inspiration? Will it be Beyonce? Who knows which we highly recommend readers to come back to find out! Stay Stylish!
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DJ Karaba Dives in On "Mad Mess"
Music and (literal) movement have defined DJ Karaba’s entire life. Karaba was born in Grenoble, France and, at the age of seven, moved to Montreal. Her first love was dance, and she danced for some of pop music’s heaviest hitters such as Drake, Camila Cabello, and Selena Gomez, as well as appearing in numerous music videos and award shows. Eventually, she found her way to DJing and music production, a thought that had been bubbling up in the back of her mind for some time.
DIVE IN HERE: https://open.spotify.com/track/5xApzRpEvyXgFKq3KiuxUz?si=adde0ed956794798
New single, “Mad Mess,” was a new approach to writing music for DJ Karaba because it was the first time she wrote while channeling her anger. She was stuck in a frustrating situation when she produced this song, and needed to release some feelings which led her to go with a darker sound and vibe.
The Délivrance EP represents 3 years of hard work and dedication. It is very much afro house, tinted with other sounds that have inspired DJ Karaba. Together with Stephen Ramsay of Young Galaxy, DJ Karaba co-produced the 5 track EP and collaborated with other artists such as Mopao Mumu and Afrikan Drums.
“I felt like I was learning another form of art and that's always something that I really love to do,” explains DJ Karaba. “The project has literally shown me that sky's the limit. I come from a dance and DJing background and here I am releasing my first EP. It is kinda surreal to me! I really hope this inspires a younger generation of female producers that it is possible.”
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Can Songs Not Be About Romantic Love?
I think we can all agree that most songs that exist are about romantic love. You don't need to look far - just turn on the radio and listen to what's playing. What are the top ten charting songs on the Billboard Hot 100 right now? I bet most of them are about love. Regardless of the type of love communicated through songs (i.e. passionate love, obsessive love, or toxic love), love remains a central theme in most of our songs and has been for as long as I can remember. Just to be clear, I am focusing on romantic love and have excluded other types of love such as familial, platonic, and self-love, which I believe are also underrepresented in the music industry and are examples of themes that are not explored enough.
For the longest time, I have been curious about why this is the case. There are plenty of interesting topics to explore in music, from the way the air smells on a spring morning to the way the fire crackles on a quiet night. We could discuss the thrill of riding a rollercoaster or the way our head aches after a night of heavy drinking. Yet moments like these are often overlooked. Is it because these experiences lack dramatization? They can be just as intense and stimulating as the act of experiencing love, so why are they not brought up more in music? I believe the problem lies in the media and its influence on popular culture.
I could get into an extended historical discussion about the origins of music and its sources of inspiration, trace it through time and attribute changes in its themes to several major cultural revolutions - but I'll leave that for another time. For the time being, I would like us to acknowledge the fact that, for various historical, political, cultural, and social reasons, the songs of today have come to rely primarily on themes of romantic love. On the industry's side, I believe this has contributed to decreased imagination in songwriting and repetitious themes. On the audience's side, I believe this has conditioned many listeners to anticipate certain themes in music and has presented an inaccurate representation of society's values.
So what else can songs be about?
Mental Struggles
This category may include sub-categorical themes about coming of age, growing up, stress, anxiety, depression, and discontent, to name a few. We may detail what it was like to experience those emotions in the time being, or perhaps discuss what it was like to overcome those emotional challenges.
Familial/Platonic Love
Who said we can't talk about non-romantic love? In this category, one may discuss their positive or negative experiences and relationships with friends and family members. Because as much as they have the capacity to love you, they also have the capacity to hurt you.
Work/Career
Often underrated, our professional life is just as important as other aspects of our lives. From the colleague you secretly hate to the stack of paperwork you have been procrastinating to work on for the past week, there is a lot of room for creativity in this category.
Inspiration/Positivity
If we can discuss the dark moments in our lives, we can also discuss the bright ones. In this category, artists may write about their positive experiences to inspire or empower both themselves and listeners.
Nature
Poets of the past frequently wrote about nature, although it is not as popular a theme in today's world. Yet nature is one of the most basic and shared experiences in humankind. Everyone has felt a connection to nature at some point, whether they were aware of it or not.
Death/Loss
Death is one of the most popular themes in music, yet it still seems overshadowed by themes about romantic love. All of us have or will inevitably experience grief as a result of losing someone we love and care about. It is an unfortunate but constant theme in our lives.
These are just a few examples of what other themes can be explored in music. My observations are not intended to discredit or disvalue the emotion of love. There is obviously a good reason why people write about romantic love. It is an intense and innate emotion that all humans have or will experience. People fall in love, fall out of love, separate, and get back together - these are all relatable experiences and are extremely impactful to one's life. However, themes about romantic love have been repeated so much that it is now considered the standard approach to songwriting. It has overshadowed the fact that there are plenty of other emotions and experiences to be explored in music that are equally as intense and interesting. I think it is worth taking the time to look around us and consider what other things (or themes of life!) are important to us.
Share those experiences with the world, and you may just be surprised to see how many people have experienced them too.
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MD5325: Music Making in the Creator Economy: Overall Update
I have been working on my YouTube videos, filming and editing reactions to different music that I have not yet listened to. I was heavily inspired by Ajayii and have watched a lot of her videos to understand the concept I wanted, but have added my own twist by reacting from a singer/songwriter perspective. I have chosen to mainly focus on the lyrics, reading them out word for word and giving my evaluation on what I think the meaning of the lyrics are, and whether or not I think it’s good.
I have started off with a similar introduction in the videos every time to keep it consistent, and when the reaction starts I punch the camera, also punching the camera when I have finished the video as a type of trademark for people to remember when they think of ‘Brand Reacts’. I came up with it because I am doing reactions it is like a ‘think fast’ type of thing which I find amusing.
I have tried to include lots of funny clips and memes throughout when I react weird to make the video more fun to watch and make people laugh. The editing involves a lot of cropping, adding in clips and pictures, layering an image on another and making sure everything fits and flows correctly. It is a long process. I have gradually got the hang of it better as I have done more videos and I am glad I have taken on this challenge out of my comfort zone physically and mentally. I wanted to do YouTube videos as a lot of people are doing TikTok and TikTok is something I already do in my own time so I wanted to make it more challenging for myself.
2 songs I have reacted to are Camila Cabello songs and the others are other artists, but my thought process behind this was that she has one of the biggest fan bases in the world and if I can get a couple of her fans to watch then they will bring the rest and they will all come flooding in.
I have also screen-shotted and added a thumbnail on to my videos of dramatic face impressions to draw the audience in and give off the aesthetic that it is going to be very entertaining. In my biography I have taken out the part about being a uni module as I am no longer embarrassed to say it is something I enjoy doing - it sounds stupid but I was just anxious. I consistently used the same background of my stripy wallpaper as something to be remembered and be associated with my brand.
I thoroughly enjoyed working on this project and will most probably carry on doing this in the future, especially as I have a much better idea on what makes a great brand that can help me do well.
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all these years | sam kiszka
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a/n: another fic based off another song. this was inspired by all these years by camila cabello. i hope you enjoy! xx
as you pulled into the parking lot of the bar you were going to, you felt a knot in your stomach and you couldn’t pinpoint why. you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts as your friend began to thank everyone for celebrating with her.
“seriously guys, i really appreciate it. you absolutely didn’t have to take me out to celebrate my promotion, but i’m so glad that you did. now let’s go have fun!” she squealed, as you all began to exit that car.
you were the last one to enter the bar, watching everyone take in the details of the dimly lit room. as soon as you made it through the door, you completely forgot about everything else happening in the bar. you saw him. sam.
his hair was longer than the last time you had seen him. he had gotten taller, if that was even possible. he looked more like a man than a boy, as you once knew him. his smile seemed brighter than it used to. the only thing that remained the same was his eyes. his beautiful, brown, doe-like eyes. you felt all the feelings you once had for him rush back.
you and sam had history. you were best friends growing up, though you had fallen in love with him. his brothers, jake and josh, knew how you felt about him, but you never told sam himself. you didn’t want to lose him as a friend. you would rather torture yourself knowing you couldn’t be his and he couldn’t be yours than never have him in your life again. until that one night.
you were both a little drunk, and you had kissed him. you had never felt anything like that kiss. when you pulled away, you stared deeply into each other’s eyes. sam had leaned back in to kiss you again. the same feeling from the first kiss came back. it was ethereal. you had searched for the same feeling with each person you had dated, but it never was the same.
nothing ever came of the kiss between you and sam. you decided not to bring it up after the fact, hoping sam wouldn’t remember and everything would go back to being the way it was.
and it did. you hid your feelings for him and continued being one of his greatest friends, until high school ended. his band took off and you moved away, slowly but surely creating a distance between the two of you. it crushed you, but you continued on, knowing that life is like that sometimes. you find someone you never want to lose, and you lose them.
you occasionally spoke with jake, but that was about it. you hadn’t seen sam in years, and of course it had to be tonight.
you were soon sat at a high top table near the bar, a few feet away from sam. you couldn’t help but look at him. he was so handsome, even more than the last time you saw him. your heart thumped in your chest. you were yet again pulled from your thoughts as the waiter approached the table. you and your friends ordered your drinks and they continued their conversation. you tried to pay attention to them, but it was hard. so damn hard.
as you sipped your drink, you fell in and out of their conversations, only half listening when you could hear sam speaking. you wanted to talk to him, but what would you even say? you wanted to hear how he was but you couldn’t talk to him, so you tried to grab little pieces of the conversation to get a glimpse into his new life without you.
“yeah man, she’s really great. i haven’t been this happy in a while.” you hear sam say to the man he was with.
your heart sank. you knew he wasn’t yours, but you wanted him to be. of course, he has a girlfriend. he’s amazing, and kind and talented and everything a girl could ever want. why wouldn’t he?
you wondered if she loved him the way you did. did she feel the same when they kissed? the thoughts of him with another girl became overwhelming. after all, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him, even after all these years.
you were supposed to be celebrating, but you just couldn’t get your mind off sam. it didn’t help that he was sat so close to you.
soon enough, everyone had to go to the bathroom.
“we’re gonna head to the bathroom real quick. you okay here?” one of your friends asked you.
“yeah, i’m fine.” you replied.
you pulled out your phone and scrolled mindlessly, sipping your drink and liking pictures on instagram without really looking at them.
“hey!” you heard a familiar voice call out.
you look up to see sam standing a foot away from you.
“hey.” you smile softly.
“how are you? i haven’t seen you in forever!” sam says, going in for a hug.
“i’m good, how are you? how are things with the band?” you ask, wondering if he could tell how nervous you were.
“i’m good. the band’s great! we have a tour planned later this year! we’re doing a few shows near our hometown, you should come!” he replied.
“that’s good to hea-“ you were cut off by his friend who was with him.
“sam, we gotta head out.” he said, nudging sam in the arm.
“oh, i’m sorry! it was really good to see you! i mean it though, come see a show.” sam said, before turning from you to head outside.
that was it. after years of pining for this man, that was all the conversation you got. though it was more than you had expected, it still felt like not enough.
“who’s that cutie you were just talking to?” a friend asks as they all return to the table.
“oh, uh, just an old friend.” you replied.
as the night went on, your thoughts of sam slowly faded away. you were fully involved in the conversation taking place at your table. you laughed and joked and drank until it was time to head home.
on the ride home the thoughts of sam returned. you thought you had moved on from him, but seeing him tonight only proved you wrong. after all these years, you still wanted him. as a friend and more. deep down, you knew no one could take his place, though you had tried to find someone. suddenly, your phone pinged. a text. from sam. you two evidently hadn’t changed your numbers since high school.
sammy
“i really meant it, i want you to come see a show. let me know which one you could make it to and i’ll get you in.”
could it be this easy, after all these years? to see him once and finally reconnect?
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Easy; (Estela x Taylor)
Summary; Estela had no idea she was easy to love, until Taylor came and answered all her questions.
"Always thought i was hard to love till you make it seem so easy"
Inspired by: a camila cabello song.
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You tell me that i'm complicated and that might be an understatement. Anything else?
"What are we Estela?"
"I don't know."
"This is so complicated"
"I'm sorry."
Here they go again, questioning each other what their relationship is. Are they together? Are they friends? Are they friends with benefits? Are they something more? Or are they nothing?
Even Estela herself doesn't know, she knows Taylor is serious about this and she has good intention towards her.. but she just can't stop thinking on why Taylor chose her.
You tell me that i'm indecisive fickle but i try to hide it. Anything else?
"You just said the other night you wanted to be with me and now you changed your mind?"
"I didn't know what i said Taylor."
"Estela, you told me that ni-"
"I was drunk!"
The other night Taylor was talking about, Raj hosted a party and of course there were drinks. And unexpectedly, Estela had a few drinks, and by a few i meant 5 bottles. Imagine her hungover the next day.
Taylor was the one who took care of her and she might have blabbed about their current situation and how she wants to be something more with the latter, and here she is, denying what she said.
You tell me that i overthink, 'til i ruin a good thing. Anything else?
"Well what if she likes you?"
"She doesn't."
"How can you be sure of that?"
"Because she's Quinn"
"Yeah, she's the person who first caught your attention."
They were fighting.. again. The hard part of being in a relationship with no label is you're not allowed to feel jealous. Estela can't help it, Quinn was literally throwing herself towards Taylor earlier.
But who even is she to get jealous at Quinn? She's not Taylor's girlfriend. Because she wasn't ready to commit to her yet. And she's scared that maybe one day Taylor will give up on her and choose someone who's sure about what they want.
You tell me that you'd rather fight, than spend a single peaceful night. With somebody else.
"Look, i'm sorry that we're always fighting. Just.. find someone else who's sure about what they want so you can have a peaceful night."
"Oh Estela, i'd rather fight with you, every freaking day. I don't want somebody else."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely!"
Estela felt weak in the knees from the smile Taylor was giving her. Sure she was doubting her a minute ago but now, she's sure that Taylor meant it.
Of course she meant it, she's been proving it for the past few weeks but Estela chose to ignore it because of her stupid what ifs. If before she wasn't sure if Taylor really wanted her and she's just using her to pass some time. Now she's 100% sure.
She won't doubt her again.
You really really know me, the future and the old me.
"You see me as a what now?"
"I see you being a mother to my 4 childrens."
"And how are you so sure that i want a kid?"
"I see you playing with Taari. You have that kind of smile on your lips."
"That's... not a proof."
"Yes it is! If it was the old you, you won't be playing with him."
The two of them were laying on the ground underneath the stars. Estela had finally overcomes her fear and told Taylor she was ready to be hers.
So now, here they are, hand in hand. Talking about a future they wish they could have if they ever get out of here. Estela will be happy as long as she has Taylor with her.
All of the mazes and the madness in my mind.
"No, get away please.."
"I won't leave you like this.."
Estela was having another nightmare. Seeing how her mother got killed, she didn't know what to do. Taylor was consoling her but she's pushing her away.
"Don't be scared please, I'm here, Taylor's here, i'll always be here.."
She let Taylor hold her as she cried her eyes out. Tears falling nonstop, but with every drop, Taylor was there to wipe her tears and to let her know that she wasn't alone.
You really really love me, you know me and you love me.
"Hey, i know you really don't want to talk right now.. but i just wanted to give you food. Eat up okay? I'll be with Grace outside if you need anything.. I uhm.. i love you."
She loves her..
It was the next morning after her horrible nightmare, she didn't want to get up or talk to anyone. When Taylor went out, she was scared and thought that what if she was getting tired of her?
Then she was wrong. She brought her food and respected that she wanted to be alone for now and told her she loves her. She felt like crying, feeling that she doesn't deserve the latter for how she treats her.
But she knows to herself that she won't take advantage of the girl who owns her heart.
And it's the kind of thing i always hoped i'd find.
She's not gonna lie. She always wanted to feel what real love is, but she was too focused on seeking revenge on her mother's death that she hasn't thought about it for awhile now.
Until Taylor came along. She was filled of questions she asks herself everyday that she can't answer, if she was worthy of love, if she could still find love, or who would want her, who would love her.
When Taylor came in her life, all of her questions were answered in a blink.
"I'm glad i met you." She whispered while looking at the now sleeping Taylor beside her.
Always thought i was hard to love 'til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy.
"Is it hard loving me?"
"Hmm, no. I don't think there's someone who's hard to love, you just gotta figure out how to love them."
"Was it hard figuring me out?"
"The first times yeah, but now, it's easy. Because you allowed me to. You gave me a hard time before." The two of the chuckled. "I love you so much, Estela."
"No, Taylor.. i love you more."
Touch me 'til i find myself, in a feeling.
Of course in a relationship, things will get hot eventually. What i mean by hot is intimate. Estela was curious on how being intimate with someone you love is like.
When she and Taylor first did it. She thought it was just a random hookup so she didn't really pay attention. Now that they're girlfriends, it's different.
Taylor was touching her like she never did before and she was feeling something she never felt before.
Tell me with your hands that your, never leaving.
"I'll.. never leave you.. i promise."
"I know. I won't either."
After that incredible moment they lay on the bed holding each other keeping their promises.
Always thought i was hard to love 'til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy.
"Thank you for showing me that i'm easy to love."
"You weren't hard to love in the first place."
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Yeah i know, it kinda sucked.. or not? I was feeling down when i wrote this.. or kinda sleepy aswell, can't you tell i gave up in the end, lmao.
Anyways thanks for reading!
#endless summer#estela x mc#taylor#estela montoya#fic#easy camila cabello#grace hall#quinn kelly#michelle nguyen#zahra namazi#craig hsiao#aleister rourke#diego sotto#raj bhandarkar#sean gayle#jake mackenzie
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NETi
NeTi au is from @rhub4rb
Maribat (Daminette) from @ozmav
The songs NETi sings are Shameless & Easy by Camila Cabello.
Warning: This is 4K and has brief mentions of suicide in the "EXTRA".
The red carpet was full of journalists, fans, curious and bloggers. It was the night of the Paris Music Awards, where musicians like Jagged Stone and Clara Nigthingale competed for the biggest prize of the night.
But beyond expecting to see Jagged, there was also another buzz. One that could be bigger even than the prizes themselves and competitors.
NETi. The musical revelation of 2028, the sweetie of almost every artist (even non-artist), the girl who broke records and records in less than a year.
Someone who, despite all the explosive success, still kept her personal life private and secret identity. No one had found out who NETi was, and she had made it clear that she would only reveal herself at PMA. Then the mood was high.
At any moment the exclusive of the year would happen.
The red carpet had already passed some other important personalities, both from the music industry and the entertainment industry.
Even people from the fashion world was here.
People like Mayor Bourgeois and his family; Kagami and Tomoe Tsurugi; Luka Couffaine and his girlfriend Aurore Beauréal, TVi's new climate host; American tycoon Bruce Wayne with his wife Selina Kyle; the four Wayne heirs had also passed the red carpet. They were accompanied by their loved ones.
Among the four couples, Damian Wayne and his wife, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, stood out. Also known as MDC, a designer who had entered the fashion industry shaking the structures of everything.
The couple had dressed to impress. There was no doubt that these were original MDC.
Damian Wayne alone would not have attracted much attention had it not been for the red kufiyyah on his head. He was wearing a completely black suit, as was his tie. So, the highlight was all in his head.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng was her own show. With a front slit in her black dress, the highlight went to the upper torso. The gold and red details, the raised feathers, the tight belt at the waist. She made it clear where the inspiration for her outfit came from.
Their passage across the red carpet had been a blast. Everyone wanting a piece, an interview, a photo of the couple, as Wayne's family was famous for leaving their personal lives in private. Apart from what they purposely let others know, the rest was a complete mystery. So everyone was euphoric to get some of their attention.
A pleasant surprise on the red carpet had been the famous couple of reporters, Clark Kent and Lois Lane. They were accompanied by son Jonathan (another reporter in the family), who was holding hands with another sweetie from Paris, Adrien Agreste. All four with huge smiles on their faces.
When a more fearless reporter got an opportunity to interview them, she jumped at the question everyone was asking.
“Adrien, could you please tell us why you are holding hands with Jonathan Kent?” She waves the microphone at the model's face. All cameras facing them.
The blond looks at the brunette, who smiles and blinks mischievously, before returning to the reporter. He looks straight into the camera, a shitty smile on his lips.
"He's my boyfriend." And leaves. Waving to everyone, signing some posters and fan notebooks. The boyfriend firmly by his side, never failing to smile.
When all the guests had arrived and there was no one else to walk the red carpet, the rumors that it was possible that NETi would not actually appear began and that made everyone upset.
Until, well, notification of an official tweet from NETi.
NETi
@NETiOfficial
Are you ready? Because I am!
#NETiatPMAs
And they all went crazy again.
She had passed without anyone noticing. Probably using the entrance to the paying audience to keep everyone expectant.
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Nadja Chamack and her team were the ones covering the event inside. She was standing at the camera, waiting for the signal from Jean (the cameraman) so she could finally start talking live with viewers.
Some interviews had already been done, ready to air as the event unfolded and when Jean “ok” with his fingers, pointing at her, Nadja smiles.
“Good night, Paris!” She begins. “I am Nadja Chamack at a special event. The Paris Music Awards, or rather PMAs. Where our greatest talents come together in wonderful performances and awards are given to those who stand out!”
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“I'm so happy for Lila!” Sabrina squeaks.
"My girl will be the highlight of the night." Alya brags and Nino laughs at his girlfriend.
"Too bad she won't walk the red carpet." Mylene sighs sadly. "It would have been a triumphant entrance."
"She already explained why, My." Ivan comforts the girl.
Nathaniel says nothing, but laughs at his friends.
Although they were busy with their careers, they had found time to gather to attend the PMAs. Watch when NETi-or rather, Lila, revealed herself to all of Paris.
Yes. They were proud to be friends with such a talented person as Lila. She could have time to be such a good friend! Even when her schedule was so tight being a humanitarian and now a successful artist. Besides being a model.
“And is Adrien Agreste there? Oh my gosh! Is Adrien Agreste holding hands with the famous American journalist Jonathan Samuel Kent?!” They were startled by the reporter's scream and went back to watching the live TV shoot.
They sigh in surprise.
"I didn't know Adrien knew Jonathan Kent!" Alya shouts.
"And who is Jonathan Kent?" Nathaniel asks.
She turns to him, a familiar fire in her eyes.
“He's just the youngest voted best journalist in the world!” She replies, hysteria in her tone. “Adrien Agreste will pay for hiding it from me!”
“Could you tell us why you are holding hands with Jonathan Kent?” The reporter asks, placing the microphone toward his face, waiting for an answer.
Adrien exchanges glances with Jonathan before turning to the camera, a mischievous smile on his face.
"He's my boyfriend." And keeps walking the red carpet.
The reporter is speechless, looking shocked. She shakes with the screams of the fans and goes back to interview other famous as they passed. Pretending the embarrassment had not happened.
In the living room of Nino's, everyone's mouth was open. Without understanding.
"Wait- Is Adrien gay?" Sabrina asks, looking at Nino.
He looks as lost as the rest of the room.
"He never said anything to me." He says. "I'm his best friend and he never told me!" The anger in his tone.
Alya feels sorry for her boyfriend, not knowing how to comfort him.
“Maybe he wanted to make a big revelation?” He says. "Do you know how he is-"
“It's MDC with Damian Wayne! Hey, MDC!”
Once again, their attention was diverted back to the TV and there was the camera focusing on a couple posing for the photos on the red carpet. Of the two people, one was recognizable.
"Marinette...?" Alya sighs, not believing what she saw.
The couple finish taking the pictures together and start posing alone, turning only to get a better angle for all photographers.
"These are Damian Al-Ghul Wayne and Marinette Dupain-Cheng." The reporter says, looking at the camera. “Damian, son and one of Bruce Wayne's heirs, came with his wife MDC, the newest successful designer in the fashion world. They are known for not being very open about their relationship, but it is obvious that the two love each other and make a powerful couple.” She blinks, wiggling her eyebrow.
“What-” Nino chokes.
“Look! They are coming. I'll try to get an exclusive for you!"She squeezes among other journalists, almost falling on the red carpet after tripping over someone's feet, but is saved by none other than Marinette.
Damian right behind her like a shadow, his face serious. The camera takes everything.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The girl moans as she stands up. "I hurt you? Pardon. I'm very clumsy.” She doesn't even fake an act for the camera, nor does she notice Marinette's affectionate smile.
“It happens to the best of us, Manon. It's okay.” Marinette says, the flashes doing nothing to diminish her beauty and kindness. "Good to see you. You look beautiful."
The reporter-Manon straightens, her face red. She seemed to have forgotten she was live.
"Thanks. You look awesome too.” Coughing, straightening her clothes and hair, before turning to the camera again. “Would you mind giving a little interview? In the name of the old days when you took care of me.” Teases.
Marinette laughs, dyed red lips and flowing hair. Damian's expression softened at that.
"What I don't do for those puppy eyes, isn't it?!" Marinette plays with Manon, making the girl blush.
“So, could you tell us something about your relationship? I don't want to be invasive, but a lot of us are curious.” Manon says. “I know you've been together since you were fourteen, but a lot of people don't know that. There are plenty of rumors about you with Adrien Agreste and Luka Couffaine.” She extends the microphone to the designer, looking more professional than a few seconds ago.
Marinette rolls her eyes. This was clearly a subject she was fed up with.
“Like you said, we've been together since I was fourteen. Eight years of dating, one of marriage.” She responds, raising her left hand to display the gold ring with a huge blue diamond in the center. The sassy expression on her face. "About Adrien and Luka... Well, you got your answer when Adrien came in with Jon and Luka with Aurore."
Manon jumps when Marinette mentions Jonathan Kent. The eyes shining.
“Can you tell us something about Adrien and Jonathan? Like how long they've been together.” She asks. “Just for everyone to cry over from missing the start of such a good ship.”
The designer looks at Damian quickly, eyebrow raised, and he responds for her.
“We had to put up with them being gross for five years now.” Despite the laid-back affair and the funny speech, his voice was pure steel. "I don't understand why nobody noticed this before, it wasn't as if they were hiding."
Manon moans, upset. (She hadn't really seen it coming. Of course they had photos together on Instagram, funny tweets to each other, traveled together, but she was sure it was purely platonic.)
“FIVE YEARS?” Nino gets up from the couch, indignant. “FIVE YEARS AND I DIDN'T KNOW NOTHING. MARINETTE DID KNOW! EVEN DAMIAN WAYNE KNEW AND I, THE BEST FRIEND DIDNT!” He shouts in frustration.
"Marinette has been dating for almost ten years and I didn't know." Alya whispers, still not believing. "I was her best friend and she never told me."
"Guys..." Mylene mumbles, heartbroken for her friends.
“Thank you for giving us this interview, Mari! Hope to see you at family dinner on Thursday! You too, Damian.” Manon nods, a bright smile pasted on her face.
Marinette smiles, returning the wave with her hands and Damian with his head. They walk until they enter the theater, disappearing from camera view.
Other famous people were passing and being interviewed, but no one else was paying attention to it. They were more focused on understanding what had happened. Alya, especially, was the one that was most shaken, because she was a journalist (intern, but journalist) and was proud of it.
But here were things she didn't even realize. Things that were no secret, but that everyone seemed to know but her.
The break came and went, no one daring to say anything. Each trying to assimilate what had happened, when suddenly the cell phone of the six began to beep, signaling messages. Chat messages from former students of Ms. Bustier.
Sabrina was the one who got the phone first.
[Alix 8:40]: Hey, did you guys see Mari on tv?
[Max 8:42]: Yes! She said she would show up with Damian.
[Alix 8:42]: Dude. They were beautiful.
[Kim 8:42]: Adrien had texted that he was nervous.
[Max 8:44]: Nervous?!
[Juleka 8:44]: I think it was because of Jon.
[Rose 8:45]: They are both so cute!
[Kim 8:46]: Damian was very funny with the question about them.
[Juleka 8:46]: Luka said he's still complaining about both of them.
[Rose 8:47]: He sent pictures!
Mylene looked up from her cell phone, confused.
“Does that mean they knew? I don’t understand."
"There's only one way to know." Ivan replies.
[Ivan 8:49]: Did you know?
[Alya 8:50]: HOW DID YOU KNOW AND I DON’T?!
[Nino 8:51]: Why would Adrien tell you and not me?
[Sabrina 8:51]: Can you explain that?
[Mylene 8:52]: I'm very disappointed with you.
[Nathaniel 8:52]: Guys.
They waited for answers, seeing the "writing" balloon disappearing and appearing several times before a single answer appeared.
[Alix 8:55]: Shit. Wrong chat. Sorry guys.
After that she went offline, as did the other four.
"They just...?" Nathaniel muttered incredulously.
"What the hell is going on?!" Alya screams in frustration.
“-and awards are given to those who stand out!” Nadja Chamack's voice comes from the tv. “Now what everyone was expecting: NETi. The presentation of the latest music discovery will start anytime!”
"Oh my God! It's now.” Alya shouts, forgetting what had happened.
The stage light goes out, everyone screaming for NETi.
The screen turns on, starting a quick sequence of indistinguishable images before stopping on an empty avenue.
The camera begins to slowly approach a person standing in the middle of the street. The sound of the bass playing rhythmically. The camera focuses on the person dressed in white in the middle of the street.
NETi.
MDC.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
“What the hell is going on??” Ivan snorts, already annoyed by everything he has seen.
She walks slowly, powerful and barefoot. The sharp eyes. Her lips move and she whispers "Shameless" before the screen goes out and red lights take over the stage.
The audience screaming at the top of their lungs. The cameras filming the reactions of guests and fans, each one more surprised than the other.
Don't speak, no, don't try
It's been a secret for the longest time
NETi's voice echoes through the theater, the audience calms down.
Don't run (oh), no, don't hide
Been running from it for the longest time
The camera focuses on NETi standing on the stage, her hair loose and wild. It was not possible to distinguish the color of the dress she wore, but it was noticeable in certain parts of the fabric and had sleeves. The cleavage dropped to above the navel, details with flowers on the side of the ribs and a dangerous slit in the thigh.
She was still barefoot.
So many mornings, I woke up confused
In my dreams, I do anything I want to you
My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind
She squats on stage, the slit in the dress giving wide mobility in her movements and the microphone was firmly in her right hand. The left arm resting on the bare thigh.
Right now, I'm shameles
Screamin' my lungs out for ya
Not afraid to face it
I need you more than I want to
Need you more than I want to
She closes her eyes, running a hand through her hair and pulling tightly. Showing despair.
Show me you're shameless
Write it on my neck, why don't ya?
The hand goes down to the neck, showing that there was something written there.
Damian Wayne
The camera focuses on him standing next to his family, the Kents, Adrien, Luka and Aurore.
Jonathan and Jason tease him with pats on the back and malicious smiles. He just remains mesmerized by the presentation.
And I won't erase it
I need you more than I want to
I need you more than I want to
She opens her fierce eyes and stands up. The dancers come in, circling her, dancing to the powerful beat of the music.
No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now
No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now
No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now
No, uh, uh, don't wanna do this now
She swings the hips to the beat, the camera surrounding her with the dancers and she never looking away from the camera.
There's just inches in between us
I want you to give in, I want you to give in, oh
The camera comes closer to her as to her face be the only thing in sight, before pulling away again.
There is tension in between us
I just wanna give in
And I don't care if I'm forgiven
She reaches the middle of the stage, where a microphone stand rested and the dancers leave. That's when the melody cuts off abruptly, before a softer one starts. More innocent.
NETi attaches the microphone to the stand and the lights brighten.
Her dress was lavender with purple accents.
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
The camera refocuses solely on her and she does not take her eyes off the lens.
You tell me that I'm complicated
And that might be an understatement
Anything else? (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
She blinks at the camera. A sly smile on her face.
You tell me that I'm indecisive
Fickle, but I try to hide it
Anything else? (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
NETi shrugs, demonstrating that she didn't care.
You tell me that I overthink
'Til I ruin a good thing
Anything else? (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
She tilts her head, daring. Never failing to look at the camera.
You tell me that you'd rather fight
Than spend a single peaceful night
With somebody else (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
The camera zooms out a bit to catch a full-length scene. The whole dark stage, just her lit up.
You really, really know me
The future and the old me
All of the mazes and the madness in my mind
The voice rises a little and she closes her eyes, feeling the letters.
You really, really love me
You know me and you love me
And it's the kind of thing I always hoped I'd find, yeah
A satisfied smile appears on her face and she squeezes the microphone in the hands.
Always thought I was hard to love
'Til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy
She dances along with the beat of the drums, the melody rocking her body. It was hard to take the eyes off.
Touch me 'til I find myself, in a feeling
Tell me with your hands that you're never leaving (no)
She pulls her hair, showing once again, despair.
Always thought I was hard to love
'Til you made it seem so easy
I never liked my crooked teeth
You tell me they're you're favorite thing (mm-mmm)
Anything else? (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
The eyes back open and she smiles at the camera.
The stretch marks all around my thighs
Kiss 'em 'til I change my mind
About everything else (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Her hands navigate the bare skin until they close around her waist in a single hug.
The camera returns to film Damian, capturing a rare smile from the man.
You really, really know me
The future and the old me
All of the mazes and the madness in my mind
She stares at the camera.
You really, really love me
You know me and you love me (uh, huh)
And it's the kind of thing I always hoped I'd find
She winks and the audience screams again in delirium.
All I know is you
Heal me when I'm broken, heal me when I'm broken, oh
Eyes closed, she intones the voice.
All I know is you
Saved me and you know it, saved me and you know it
The raw emotion in her expression and voice.
Always thought I was hard to love
'Til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy
The song ends and there is hysteria. Screams, applause. It is a mess.
NETi moves away from the microphone to take a breath before returning.
“Thank you, PMAs. That was amazing.”
She waves her hand at the audience, greeting everyone gratefully before having to leave the stage.
The camera goes back to Nadja Chamack who was the example of the confusion.
“Well, great day to know that my daughter's old nanny is a designer and a pop star.” She jokes blandly. “Now we are going to take a break and we will be back with Luka Couffaine's performance.”
The group of friends were sitting motionless. A hard lump to swallow stuck in their throats.
Sabrina is the first to speak.
"There has to be some explanation for that."
Nathaniel smiles weakly.
"Yes. Of course, there is.” But there is no conviction in his voice.
Alya quickly pulls out her phone, typing something and waiting.
“Al, what-” Nino is interrupted by Alya's hand spread out in a “stop” sign.
Her cell phone beeps and she chokes, her eyes teary.
"Alya, what happened?" Mylene asks, already desperate.
She doesn't answer, just passes her cellphone to her friends before leaving the room.
"I'll go after her." Nino says and leaves.
Mylene, Sabrina, Ivan and Nathaniel come together to see what had left their friend in that deplorable state, but they regret not long after.
[Alya 9:26]: Did you lie to me?
[Lila 9:28]: ...I didn't lie.
[Lila 9:28]: Just said what people wanted to hear.
Sabrina sighs, her eyes wide.
"Does that mean she-"
"Yes." Ivan whispers shaken.
Marinette and the others were right. They were blind.
Alya returns to the room next to Nino, eyes red and unrivaled fury.
She reaches for the phone and Mylene gives it back.
“She lied to me for years. Fool me all these years. If she thinks this is going to be it...” She says. "Then she better gets ready, because I'm going to destroy her life."
"And how do you intend to do that?" Nathaniel questions.
Alya stares at her friends.
“I have everything recorded. Everything. And I'll still look for more.” Growls. "She'll regret everything she did and said."
She would do not only for her, but also for Marinette.
Alya owed it to her former best friend.
It was the least she could do.
EXTRA:
“Earlier today, the Italian model Lila Alois Rossi, was arrested by the Parisian police. It is still unclear whether she will remain in prison here in Paris or be deported back to Italy, but we have had access to the prosecution and I tell you: there is no way she can escape it by just bailing.” Nadja Chamack was sitting in the armchair her studio. The expression was hard as stone.
"Along with the prosecution, irrevocable evidence was attached, giving no breach for Ms. Rossi to mount a defense."
Nadja's image is placed in the corner, highlighting the video of Lila Rossi being handcuffed in the police car to the police station.
The Italian had lost the healthy tone of her skin. Her pale lips and the obvious discomfort with the flashes. They didn't realize they would ever be able to see this: Lila Rossi hating the attention on her.
“Among accusations of defamation, there are also many about sexual harassment, blackmail, bullying and… accomplice of murder. Apparently, she was the reason for some suicides in the schools she studied, told no one and even encouraged the victims.”
Damian raises his eyebrow at the television, turning to Marinette and Adrien, sitting beside him on Chloe's couch.
“How do you think this happened?” He asks. He was right that Lila Rossi would get over after all these years of trying to knock her down.
Adrien tilts his head, thinking.
"Alya." Marinette doesn't even have to think before answering.
Adrien nods frantically.
"Certainly, Alya."
"She must have finally discovered Lila's lies and that's her way to get revenge." Marinette says.
"And raise a white flag for us." Adrien continues.
Damian turns his attention back to the TV. He was impressed by Césarie's work. She could be a decent reporter when she researched and checked her sources first.
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Fresh off the UK release of Amazon Studios’ reimagined 'Cinderella', pop icon Camila Cabello talks to Nick Levine about her starring role in the film and her next chapter.
Camila Cabello is in a very good place right now. The utterly joyous video for “Don’t Go Yet”, the lead single from her forthcoming album Familia, shows her dancing around a dinner table surrounded by family, friends and RuPaul’s Drag Race star Valentina. An eyepopping colour palette definitely complements the song: a bright and buoyant Latin bop banger that hits like musical serotonin. In the comments beneath the YouTube video, the singer has added a sweet message: “Hope you guys love this and that it inspires many wine drunk kitchen dance parties for you and your familia.”
The video may be a visual feast, but it’s no fantasy. Cabello says it reflects a recent healing period during which she focused on “collective joy and community and really growing the seeds of my relationships”. The casual dinner parties she threw with partner Shawn Mendes became a nourishing ritual as she stepped off the pop star treadmill for the first time in nearly a decade. This breather was long overdue given that Cabello’s career has maintained an upward trajectory ever since she entered the US version of The X Factor in 2012. Though she auditioned as a solo artist, she ended up landing a record deal as a member of Fifth Harmony, a girl group formed One Direction-style on the show. Four years later, she went solo and cemented her A-list status with “Havana”, one of the bestselling digital songs of all time. She now has more than a dozen platinum singles to her name, including 2016’s collaboration with Machine Gun Kelly, “Bad Things”, and 2019’s “South of the Border” with Ed Sheeran and Cardi B.
Still, Cabello’s pace of life slowed down last year for one reason only: the pandemic. “It’s been an absolutely traumatic thing that’s happened to the world,” she says today, speaking on the phone shortly before she records Spanish overdubs for her movie debut in a feminist reimagining of Cinderella. “But in terms of my mental health, before that particular moment, I was really approaching… ” The 24-year-old pauses, then corrects herself. “I mean, I don’t think I was even approaching, I think I was burned out. And I feel like that necessary forced pause [caused by the pandemic] just allowed me to look at my life differently. It allowed me to recalibrate what makes me happy and what is important to me. I feel like it saved me in a lot of ways.”
Cabello has spoken candidly in the past about her struggles with anxiety, which in turn led to obsessive-compulsive disorder. Today, she likens managing this anxiety to a “constant ebb and flow”, which is made easier by her new therapist, but says the pandemic let her rethink her attitude towards work. “I’m fortunate enough to choose what I say yes and no to,” she explains. “That’s what’s really important to me this time around. If it’s affecting my mental health in a negative way, I’ll say no and do it another way.”
“I feel like the public and the media could almost have become a third person in our relationship.”
A project she’s clearly fully invested in is Cinderella, a new film version of the familiar fairy tale, directed by Pitch Perfect’s Kay Cannon. Cabello stars as the title character opposite Broadway legend Idina Menzel as her non-wicked stepmother and Pose actor Billy Porter as her fairy godparent. According to Cabello, these reimagined characters are just two of the film’s progressive elements. “Those classic fairy tales were all written by men. That’s why the story [of Cinderella] is that of a woman who’s saved by a prince,” Cabello says. “But in our version, which is written and directed by a woman, she’s saved herself and is trying to build her own life. It’s a much more empowering version of the story.”
In fact, Cabello’s Cinderella story has “no evil people in it at all”, because it places the focus firmly on the heroine’s self-actualisation. “Cinderella’s dream is to live an independent life at a time when women aren’t allowed to have careers,” she explains. “So she’s seeing something that’s wrong in the world and not waiting for someone else to correct it for her – she’s doing it herself. I think that’s a really necessary, positive update.”
Cabello has also been using her formidable social media presence – 54.5 million followers on Instagram, 11.9 million on TikTok – to spread some very necessary positivity. After being papped on a run in mid-July wearing “a top that shows my belly”, Cabello told her TikTok followers she thought “Damn!” before remembering that “being at war with your body is so last season”. Today, she says she experiences much less body insecurity since sharing this post. “I felt like I was not alone in feeling that or alone in my frustration,” she says. “And so next time there are pictures of me where my belly is out, there’s gonna be a community of women who have heard me talk about the way that makes me feel and who support me. And that is honestly so liberating.”
She has even used TikTok to break down a human rights issue that is close to her heart. In July, Cabello shared a well-received video explaining that recent protests in Cuba aren’t “about lack of Covid resources and medicine”, but are really “the latest layer in a 62-year-old story of a communist regime and a dictatorship”. She says speaking out in this way was a matter of moral obligation for her. “You know, I’m Cuban and I still have family on the island,” she says – Cabello was born in Havana, then moved to Miami with her parents when she was six. “And so much of what I do is Cuban culture. I mean, ‘Havana’ is one of my most successful songs so far,” she adds. “So when I’m in the United States, showing the beautiful part of Cuban culture, I feel like I also have to be there for the hard part, for the people there who are struggling.”
“If it’s affecting my mental health in a negative way, I’ll say no and do it another way.”
“Havana”, a sultry and infectious celebration of the Cuban capital, was so huge that it could easily have overshadowed her debut album. But thankfully, 2018’s Camila was a cool and cohesive affair that also spawned the brilliant angsty banger “Never Be the Same”. Then in 2019 Cabello launched her second album, Romance, with “Señorita”, a massively successful duet with Mendes that has now racked up 1.9 billion Spotify streams. When Cabello and Mendes confirmed they were dating shortly after its release, they became gossip-site staples – something they remain today – and were accused of faking the relationship for publicity. The impact of this negative coverage on their mental health was barely even mentioned.
Still, more than two years later, Cabello says she and Mendes have managed to maintain their privacy. “I feel like the public and the media could almost have become a third person in our relationship,” she says. “But that’s not been a thing for us because Shawn and I don’t even look at social media like that. Even though we know it’s there, it’s almost like it doesn’t exist for us. And that’s why we don’t live in LA. We live in Miami or Toronto, where there’s less paparazzi and that kind of attention is less of a thing.”
Looking ahead, Cabello says she’s excited for fans to hear Familia, which she feels has greater “intimacy” than her previous albums because she worked so closely with core collaborators Scott Harris, Ricky Reed and Mike Sabath. Because she trusted them implicitly, Cabello says she was able to “freestyle” during recording sessions and really pour her heart out. “You know, there’s one song [I’ve recorded for the album] where I’m talking about my mental health and anxiety without [specifically] saying it’s about anxiety,” she says. “But it’s about what anxiety looks and feels like for me in my body and in my mind. And that wasn’t something I came into the room intending to write about. Ricky just showed me a piece of music he had and it all came out of me.”
Cabello says this “stream of consciousness” songwriting style “never would have happened” when she was recording Camila and Romance because, for her, there was still too much “tension” in the room. But this time around, she felt comfortable enough to be truly vulnerable. In this respect, Cabello draws a comparison between her own creative evolution and that of Billie Eilish, who recently released her acclaimed second album, Happier Than Ever. “I saw this quote from Billie where she said, ‘I wasn’t scared, it wasn’t forced, there was no pressure, it was just really nice.’ And I feel the same way about this album’s process for me,” she says. The message is clear: in both her personal and professional lives, Camila Cabello is in a very good place.
#camila cabello#interview: hunger tv#hunger magazine#cinderella promo#cinderella#don’t go yet#familia#shawn mendes
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Camila Cabello is in a very good place right now. The utterly joyous video for “Don’t Go Yet”, the lead single from her forthcoming album Familia, shows her dancing around a dinner table surrounded by family, friends and RuPaul’s Drag Race star Valentina. An eyepopping colour palette definitely complements the song: a bright and buoyant Latin bop banger that hits like musical serotonin. In the comments beneath the YouTube video, the singer has added a sweet message: “Hope you guys love this and that it inspires many wine drunk kitchen dance parties for you and your familia.”
The video may be a visual feast, but it’s no fantasy. Cabello says it reflects a recent healing period during which she focused on “collective joy and community and really growing the seeds of my relationships”. The casual dinner parties she threw with partner Shawn Mendes became a nourishing ritual as she stepped off the pop star treadmill for the first time in nearly a decade. This breather was long overdue given that Cabello’s career has maintained an upward trajectory ever since she entered the US version of The X Factor in 2012. Though she auditioned as a solo artist, she ended up landing a record deal as a member of Fifth Harmony, a girl group formed One Direction-style on the show. Four years later, she went solo and cemented her A-list status with “Havana”, one of the bestselling digital songs of all time. She now has more than a dozen platinum singles to her name, including 2016’s collaboration with Machine Gun Kelly, “Bad Things”, and 2019’s “South of the Border” with Ed Sheeran and Cardi B.
Still, Cabello’s pace of life slowed down last year for one reason only: the pandemic. “It’s been an absolutely traumatic thing that’s happened to the world,” she says today, speaking on the phone shortly before she records Spanish overdubs for her movie debut in a feminist reimagining of Cinderella. “But in terms of my mental health, before that particular moment, I was really approaching… ” The 24-year-old pauses, then corrects herself. “I mean, I don’t think I was even approaching, I think I was burned out. And I feel like that necessary forced pause [caused by the pandemic] just allowed me to look at my life differently. It allowed me to recalibrate what makes me happy and what is important to me. I feel like it saved me in a lot of ways.”
Cabello has spoken candidly in the past about her struggles with anxiety, which in turn led to obsessive-compulsive disorder. Today, she likens managing this anxiety to a “constant ebb and flow”, which is made easier by her new therapist, but says the pandemic let her rethink her attitude towards work. “I’m fortunate enough to choose what I say yes and no to,” she explains. “That’s what’s really important to me this time around. If it’s affecting my mental health in a negative way, I’ll say no and do it another way.”
A project she’s clearly fully invested in is Cinderella, a new film version of the familiar fairy tale, directed by Pitch Perfect’s Kay Cannon. Cabello stars as the title character opposite Broadway legend Idina Menzel as her non-wicked stepmother and Pose actor Billy Porter as her fairy godparent. According to Cabello, these reimagined characters are just two of the film’s progressive elements. “Those classic fairy tales were all written by men. That’s why the story [of Cinderella] is that of a woman who’s saved by a prince,” Cabello says. “But in our version, which is written and directed by a woman, she’s saved herself and is trying to build her own life. It’s a much more empowering version of the story.”
In fact, Cabello’s Cinderella story has “no evil people in it at all”, because it places the focus firmly on the heroine’s self-actualisation. “Cinderella’s dream is to live an independent life at a time when women aren’t allowed to have careers,” she explains. “So she’s seeing something that’s wrong in the world and not waiting for someone else to correct it for her – she’s doing it herself. I think that’s a really necessary, positive update.”
Cabello has also been using her formidable social media presence – 54.5 million followers on Instagram, 11.9 million on TikTok – to spread some very necessary positivity. After being papped on a run in mid-July wearing “a top that shows my belly”, Cabello told her TikTok followers she thought “Damn!” before remembering that “being at war with your body is so last season”. Today, she says she experiences much less body insecurity since sharing this post. “I felt like I was not alone in feeling that or alone in my frustration,” she says. “And so next time there are pictures of me where my belly is out, there’s gonna be a community of women who have heard me talk about the way that makes me feel and who support me. And that is honestly so liberating.”
She has even used TikTok to break down a human rights issue that is close to her heart. In July, Cabello shared a well-received video explaining that recent protests in Cuba aren’t “about lack of Covid resources and medicine”, but are really “the latest layer in a 62-year-old story of a communist regime and a dictatorship”. She says speaking out in this way was a matter of moral obligation for her. “You know, I’m Cuban and I still have family on the island,” she says – Cabello was born in Havana, then moved to Miami with her parents when she was six. “And so much of what I do is Cuban culture. I mean, ‘Havana’ is one of my most successful songs so far,” she adds. “So when I’m in the United States, showing the beautiful part of Cuban culture, I feel like I also have to be there for the hard part, for the people there who are struggling.”
“If it’s affecting my mental health in a negative way, I’ll say no and do it another way.”
“Havana”, a sultry and infectious celebration of the Cuban capital, was so huge that it could easily have overshadowed her debut album. But thankfully, 2018’s Camila was a cool and cohesive affair that also spawned the brilliant angsty banger “Never Be the Same”. Then in 2019 Cabello launched her second album, Romance, with “Señorita”, a massively successful duet with Mendes that has now racked up 1.9 billion Spotify streams. When Cabello and Mendes confirmed they were dating shortly after its release, they became gossip-site staples – something they remain today – and were accused of faking the relationship for publicity. The impact of this negative coverage on their mental health was barely even mentioned.
Still, more than two years later, Cabello says she and Mendes have managed to maintain their privacy. “I feel like the public and the media could almost have become a third person in our relationship,” she says. “But that’s not been a thing for us because Shawn and I don’t even look at social media like that. Even though we know it’s there, it’s almost like it doesn’t exist for us. And that’s why we don’t live in LA. We live in Miami or Toronto, where there’s less paparazzi and that kind of attention is less of a thing.”
Looking ahead, Cabello says she’s excited for fans to hear Familia, which she feels has greater “intimacy” than her previous albums because she worked so closely with core collaborators Scott Harris, Ricky Reed and Mike Sabath. Because she trusted them implicitly, Cabello says she was able to “freestyle” during recording sessions and really pour her heart out. “You know, there’s one song [I’ve recorded for the album] where I’m talking about my mental health and anxiety without [specifically] saying it’s about anxiety,” she says. “But it’s about what anxiety looks and feels like for me in my body and in my mind. And that wasn’t something I came into the room intending to write about. Ricky just showed me a piece of music he had and it all came out of me.”
Cabello says this “stream of consciousness” songwriting style “never would have happened” when she was recording Camila and Romance because, for her, there was still too much “tension” in the room. But this time around, she felt comfortable enough to be truly vulnerable. In this respect, Cabello draws a comparison between her own creative evolution and that of Billie Eilish, who recently released her acclaimed second album, Happier Than Ever. “I saw this quote from Billie where she said, ‘I wasn’t scared, it wasn’t forced, there was no pressure, it was just really nice.’ And I feel the same way about this album’s process for me,” she says. The message is clear: in both her personal and professional lives, Camila Cabello is in a very good place.
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you say we’re just friends
Pairing: Julie/Luke
Words: 1,695
Rating: G
Warnings: none
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Summary:
"Alright, alright, this is actually taking me towards something here," James says, and the entire band looks at him. "The big question," he says, leaning forward in his seat, looking between all of the band members. "The real hunk of a question."
"Alright," Luke nods along, drumming his hands in his lap.
"Are Julie and Luke dating?"
[based off this Shawn Mendes/Camila Cabello interview]
(*)
The screen fades in from black to show James sitting on the left side of the screen and the band, Julie and the Phantoms, sitting to his right.
"You guys are one of the hottest bands as of right now—having gone multiplatinum, earning three Grammy nominations, heading on a sold out world tour, a concert film to follow—you can't get much hotter than that." James says, shaking his head as the crowd cheers and the band on the couch looks to be literally vibrating with excitement next to him. "Guys, that's incredible."
"Isn't it?" the one in plaid says—Luke Patterson. He's sat in between Julie Molina and Reggie Peters, and on the end next to Reggie is Alex Mercer. All four of them are on the edges of their seats, leaning their elbows on their knees. "Our second album and we've already reached this level of success its…" he looks at the others. "I don't think we ever could have dreamed it up."
"Even if we could have it wouldn't have been this fast," Alex says. "We were literally playing in a garage two years ago."
"Yeah, yeah," Reggie jumps in. "Like, okay, two albums, great, we have so much more music, we've been writing for years, we have enough music for five or six albums. Going on tour, that was always the plan. The tour selling out? That was just—that was just incredible."
"And getting our nominations and going multiplatinum?" Julie shakes her head. "Unbelievable. It's unreal."
"No, no," James says, "it's very real. That's amazing though! Two years ago you were in a garage?"
"Yup," Luke nods. He tosses an arm around Julie and pulls her in. "We practically lived in Jules's garage from the time we were freshman in high school until we graduated and got paid. Because they signed us during our senior year, so we moved out on our own as soon as we could."
"Well, most of us," Reggie says.
"Julie still lives with her family," Alex says. "But us guys live together."
"That's sweet that you still live with your family," James says, smiling at Julie. "Or could you just not stand living with these three?"
"A little bit of both?" she laughs. "I'm really close with my family and I know with touring I won't see them often, so I want to spend time with them when I can. But also I'm at the guys' place nearly every day and I could never imagine living there. I clean up after them enough without living there."
"Hey, we do pretty good!" Luke frowns.
"I found a pizza box under your bed last month, Luke," Julie says, gagging. "There were still two pieces of pizza in it."
Luke furrows his eyebrows together. "Yeah, that was pretty nasty."
"Alright, alright, this is actually taking me towards something here," James says, and the entire band looks at him. "The big question," he says, leaning forward in his seat, looking between all of the band members. "The real hunk of a question."
"Alright," Luke nods along, drumming his hands in his lap.
"Are Julie and Luke dating?"
Julie and Luke throw their heads back and groan at the same time Reggie barks out a laugh and Alex bounces in his seat, pointing at James. "Yes!" he screams, drawing his hand back and thrusting it forward as he repeatedly points at the interviewer. "Asking the real questions, thank you."
"Oh, shut up," Luke says, waving Alex off.
"No," Alex says. "Well, actually, okay, because I'd love to hear the answer to this."
Luke rolls his eyes and looks back at James. "No, we're not."
James raises his eyebrows. He flicks his eyes between Luke's face and his arm that's resting on the couch behind Julie. "Really? Because you two look quite cozy—"
"Really," Julie says.
"Yeah," James says. "You look like a proper couple."
"Proper couple'a best friends," Luke grins, hooking his arm around Julie's neck and dragging her in closer to him.
"No," James says, monotone. "Like a couple who is dating. Alright, who is Perfect—"
"We're really not dating—"
"Who is Perfect Harmony abo—"
"I don't know what we can say, we're just not dating—"
"Who did you write Perfect Har—"
"We've never even considered dating, he's my best friend—"
"Perfect Harmony, who is it ab—"
"She's like the mom friend of the group, she keeps me in line—"
"Who is Perfect Harmony—"
"Mom friend? I'm the mom friend? I'm the—yeah, okay, yeah I'm the mom friend."
"Who's Perfect Harmony about?" James demands, looking between the two of them, now that there's finally a beat of silence. Alex sits off to the side with a grin that looks like it must ache, and Reggie looks absolutely bewildered at the display of voices that had just gone on. "You're the only two on the writing credit for that song—"
"Despite popular belief, it is possible to write a song without a specific source of inspiration," Luke says, leaning towards James like he's sharing a secret, but in doing so he leans in Julie's space, making James look even less convinced.
"Oh please," James laughs. "I bet you two wrote it about one another without even knowing it."
"Oh, did we?" Luke asks at the same time Alex laughs, "I am loving this."
"I think Luke wrote it about me," Reggie says, cupping his face in his hands like an angel.
Alex nudges Reggie with his elbow. "Dude, don't help them out of this."
"No, no, no, Reggie, help us out of this," Julie pleads.
Reggie looks between Alex and Julie with wide eyes. "I-I-I don't know what to do, I'm equally scared of both of you."
"Now, wait a minute," James jumps back in. "Julie, why do you need help out of this?"
"Because someone doesn't believe me and Luke," she says with a roll of her eyes.
"You're going to have to be more specific because I think the majority of your fans don't believe Luke and you," James presses. "I mean, you have heard of Juke, right?"
"Yeah," Luke nods. "And I've also heard of Lalex but Willie would straight up flatten me with his skateboard if I tried making a move on his boyfriend."
"I don't know, man," Reggie says clapping a hand on Luke's shoulder. "Given how Willie and Alex met, flattening you with his skateboard could be seen as Willie making a move."
"We're getting off track," Alex jumps in, leaning around Reggie to look at his other two band mates. "Willex is going strong, now I want to hear about Juke."
"Alex!" Julie cries.
Alex pulls a face, flattening his lips together and pulling them back in a poorly disguised smirk. "You two always say we need to give the people what they want—"
"Musically!" Luke yells, reaching over Reggie to shove at Alex. Reggie leans back into the couch, eyes wide and mouth turned into a deep frown.
"You two are awfully sensitive about this, aren't you?" James laughs from his chair. Julie buries her face in her hands and Luke sits back in his seat and shifts so his entire right side is pressed against hers. He presses his knee against hers, and she pushes hers back into his. "You're also awfully comfortable for a non-couple."
"To be fair Luke is one of the most tactile people you'll meet," Reggie says.
"I do have to—reluctantly—agree with that," Alex sighs. "We once found him cuddling with our lights designer while we were waiting to go on stage."
"But it's like everyone else is a substitute for Julie," Reggie adds. "She's his first choice."
"Dude! I thought you were on our side," Julie pouts.
"I'm on the side of truth and chaos. And truth that causes chaos."
"Alright, let's talk about this," James says, scooting forward so he's sat at the edge of his chair. "I think—"
"Oh god," Julie groans, falling forward so she's folded in half, her hair curtaining around her head and hiding her from everyone. Luke drops his hand from the back of the couch to rub her back soothingly. Julie mumbles something that no one hears, and Luke leans forward, asking her to repeat it. "I said, don't touch me, James is only going to use that against us."
Luke laughs. "I'd rather have a rumor that we're dating than not comfort my best friend."
"Alright, now we've really got to talk about this." James leans down so he's closer to Julie. "I think that the two of you," he says motioning between Luke and Julie, "love each other, but that you're scared of how it might affect the band."
"I think that Julie and I are just friends—"
"I don't believe you're just friends—"
"I don't—I don't care," Luke laughs. "I don't know what to tell you, man."
"The truth!"
"I've been trying!" Luke yells at the same time Julie shoots up and yells "we've been trying!"
"Alex? Reggie?"
"They tell us the same thing," Alex sighs. "We find it equally as hard to believe but in all the years we've known each other we've never lied to one another, at least not knowingly," he shares a look with Reggie who smirks knowingly at Alex, "so. We can't help you here, James."
James drops his head to hang between his shoulders. "So disappointing. Can you hear the hearts breaking?" he asks Julie and Luke.
"It's deafening," Julie deadpans.
"I can't hear myself think over how loud it is," Luke adds in the same tone.
"You could end it all—"
Julie turns to the camera. "And that's all the time we have today, folks! Thanks for watch—"
"All right, all right!" James huffs, waving his hand in front of Julie. "Don't—don't send them away! You've still got a performance!" He looks at the camera. "Don't listen to the lying liar, stay tuned because we've got a performance of Finally Free coming up after this!" He looks back at Julie and Luke and as the camera and audio fade out, asks, "okay, now that the cameras are off, give it to me seriously…"
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