Tucker Pillsbury was wearing a suit and tie.

He looked adorable.

That was probably the wrong thing to be focussing on at the moment, as your boyfriend was literally playing his first stadium and biggest venue yet, but that goddamn suit and tie was making you want to give his styling team a raise.

You were so, so, goddamn proud of him.

Madison Square Garden, goddamn it. It was something that Tucker four years ago wouldn’t even dare himself to dream of. But here he was.

Tucker’s set finished, but not without a Natalie Portman cameo and probably also some tears. From you.

As soon as he got backstage, you ran into his arms, screaming your head off.

“Oh my God, you were so good!” you shrieked as he lifted you up and spun you around. “So good.”

“I was, wasn’t I?” Tucker grinned, carefully placing you down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Madison Square Garden, baby.”

Hell yeah.