#pr outtakes

[vinelark]

please share some outtakes im on my knees

oh man most of my outtakes are like, slight paragraphs/scene rewrites, but here are some bbts lines/alternate dialogue options that didn't make the cut!

chapter 1:

But it’s not like Tim could’ve told the kidnappers to call Bruce right away, not until today’s little attempt, which was another check in the failure column. No one else knows Tim has been practically living at Wayne Manor, and if they did it might raise too many questions. Tim can’t create an unnecessary trail of connections between Bruce Wayne and a random kid, especially a random kid in a situation where superheroes and vigilantes might then show up. He knows too well how quickly those connections can snowball if someone puts together one right conclusion, like hold on, Robin just did a quadruple flip—

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sb aww are you jealous robin excuse me sb that no one’s made @robinsass yet robin absolutely not kon i said i’m not KON. sb http://twitter.com/robinsass i got u robin i’m calling oracle sb no worries i have five backup urls robin joke’s on you anyway unlike nightwing there are no hq photos of me. also i wear a cape. why do you think i wear a cape kon sb to cover the fact that you have no ass : (

chapter 2:

“Oh, no,” Tim wheezes when he’s done hacking up half the marina. He twists to sit heavily on the wet concrete and starts scrabbling at his shoelaces. “My shoes.”

Kon rolls his eyes. That’s it. No more saving rich kids; Kon is putting a wealth cap on all future damsels in distress. “I’m sure they’ll dry.” Or he can buy a new pair—Kon had looked Tim up after the whole kidnapping thing, just to make sure he healed up okay and everything. Kid’s parents are definitely loaded.

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“Hey—Superboy, hey, are you good at beer pong?”

“Uh,” Kon says. “For PR reasons I don’t think I should answer that.” The answer is that he has no clue, having never played, but if he said that then half the media would have a field day with how his lack of cliché teenage rebellion secretly indicated he wasn’t so human after all. If he lied and said yes, somehow that same half of the media would clutch their pearls over him being a Bad Influence.

“Oh,” Tim says. “Well. Well, I am very good at it.”

“Um. Okay.”

Tim’s face falls. Kon has no idea why he suddenly feels guilty about this.

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"But for the record, I’m not scared of you,” Red Hood says. “All I have to do is press a button and have Batman run you out of town if you get too annoying.”

“Batman is off-world,” Kon says, a little smugly.

Hood glares through his mask in a way that tells Kon he knows that, and is annoyed that Kon does too. Good. “Then I guess that leaves me in charge.”

chapter 3:

“What are you going to get Superboy?” Steph says. “Maybe a nice cheese plate?”

“I am going to frame Dick for tax fraud,” Tim mutters. He’s taken to hiding the charcuterie board Kon made in one of his city caches now, because Dick kept sneaking it onto the dinner table every time he visited the manor.

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“What the—” Muffled talking on the other end. “He says he’s not sure,” the girl says to someone else. “Tim, explain this to me in small words.”

“Um.” Tim rubs his temple. “I’m with Superboy. He—found me. And took me somewhere, somewhere safe, so I’m okay for now.”

It does not escape Kon’s notice that Tim doesn’t mention the part where he apparently gave his gas mask to a kid and got a full dose of fear toxin. He raises an eyebrow, but Tim is doing a great job of avoiding eye contact.

There’s a long beat. “Oh my god,” the girl says.

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god. You are so lucky I don’t have time for follow-up questions. Call me as soon as you’re home.”

(bonus chapter 4:

Kon spares a moment to be impressed that Tim has already figured out where they are, and says, “Because any good date starts with a good snack.”

Tim’s hand spasms where he’s rolling back the jacket cuffs. “A good date, huh?”)

#the shoes thing was originally because tim hid a memory card in his shoe or something but then i remembered how phones work #also rip twitter can't believe that fake url is already outdated #my fic #asks #timkon

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

I think that before every information bomb they drop, they sit with their teams and think that this news will tear the whole world apart. But now few people are interested in him and no one cares about her at all.

I'd love to be a fly on the wall during these PR team meetings. Especially when they discussed and chose the scare videos and the Vday pics. (I still want to see the outtakes) And who decided posting the mouth video was a brilliant idea?

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

Helped Clive interview some students for some PR video shit today. Here's our outtakes.

[A video. "Clive" is seen holding a mic out to an older student wearing a baseball cap, flaming text suspiciously out-of-frame. "Who's your favorite teacher in Naranja-Uva?" The student turns to their friend, grins deviously, and responds, "All I'm saying is, I could take Mr. Saguaro any day." There's an awkward pause. "...I think you mean his class...?" "...Nah."]

[Another video. "Clive" jogs after this student as they walk to class, hands in their pockets. "Where's your favorite place on campus?" "My dorm. I hate it here. ...Or maybe the cafeteria on Wild Wings Wednesdays."]

[A final video. "Clive" holds a mic out to three students lounging under a tree in the Schoolyard. "What's one word you would use to describe Naranja-Uva Academy?" In turn, all three respond: "Weird." "Weird." "Weird." "...Wait, aren't you just the director in a wig?"]

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #hasta la vistar~* #suggestive #tw suggestive

[jamieroxxartist]

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[bisluthq]

I’m literally part of running a big harry update account and I can tell you columbia were not happy it leaked and spread so fast…it was their fuck up. It’s not marketing for one of the biggest artists on the planet right before a huge album launch to leak their album and vault songs (which weren’t just haylor songs at all btw, there were multiple hs1 outtakes) like can people maybe improve their media literacy before they start claiming they see through people’s PR moves

Yeah it was a fuckup. Haylor marketing: including the line about the red lips and shit on HS1 and making a point to say he wrote it years before. Not Haylor marketing: the leak lol or HS2’s release date.

#nat talks Harry

[blog-nstuff2]

Austin vman photoshoot outtakes keith haring shirt, golden globes close up jan 10 2023, kaia American bar nyc idk when, fans on his behalf, Pete Davidson, Olivia, pr

[gnfs77]

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[ishitablogsnow-blog]

KPIs for communications change throughout time

As the shift toward activity-based KPIs and real-time social data becomes apparent, gaining coverage is no longer the end-all for PR clients, according to a recent analysis.

According to Releasd's report, PR measurement methods are rapidly changing. Between 2015 and 2021, the report looked at over 100,000 PR reports with 400,000 different KPIs, highlighting KPI trends and demonstrating how closely modern PR reporting conforms with best practises, particularly those outlined in AMEC's Integrated Evaluation Framework.

The following are five key points from the report:

Activity-based KPIs are becoming more popular.

In this context, activities are defined as "things you do to organise and generate your communication." In other words, the work that goes into creating webinars, blog articles, and award submissions before they go online. In 2015, only one out of every five reports included an activity-based KPI, but by 2021, that number had risen to nearly four out of five. Naturally, as a result of the pandemic, KPIs for webinars, virtual events, and podcasts have grown much more prevalent.

KPIs that are based on output are being questioned.

The term "outputs" refers to "what you put out that is received by target audiences." In actuality, the problem with output-based KPIs is that they frequently provide no indication that an article was read at all, let alone by the intended audience. This is because they usually entail merely tallying the number of pieces of coverage that have occurred, or a publication's overall potential'reach.' While output-based metrics are increasingly cheaper and easier to collect, the move towards activity-based KPIs demonstrates the lack of actual insight provided by this category of measurements. From 2015 through 2021, however, the prevalence of production KPIs remains consistent, as clients prefer raw numbers.

The use of AVE has reduced dramatically.

In 2015, over one out of every five reports included AVE (advertising value equivalency) measures, but by 2021, that figure had dropped to just 6%. So it's possible that it's still alive—but only just. Surprisingly, only 34% of the reports that did feature AVE were generated by PR firms, while the remaining 66% were created in-house. Many major agencies and organisations in the PR field have loudly denounced AVEs as an antiquated form of measuring.

KPIs based on outtakes are becoming increasingly popular.

Outtakes are "what listeners do with and take away from your communication," according to this definition. As a result, KPIs in this area should include metrics like RTs, downloads, comments, and shares to show that material has successfully engaged its audience. In 2015, 87 percent of reports had one or more outtake KPIs, but by 2021, that percentage had risen to 94 percent. As real-time social sharing data and sentiment can be quickly obtained, tools and methods for evaluating outtakes have become more complex.

KPIs that are based on outcomes and effect are still challenging to quantify.

The term "outcomes" refers to the "effects that your communication has on audiences," and they assess how a brand's social communications have impacted the intended audience. Qualified leads, webinar registrations, foot traffic, and money raised are examples of these KPIs. While it is sometimes referred to as the "holy grail" of PR measurement, it is infamously difficult to determine.

The primary difference between 2015 and 2021 figures is that SMEs now tend to provide the most favourable environment for measuring outcomes and impacts. They are more likely to give relevant parties with access to the right tools and the right people at the right time when compared to huge organisations. Information sharing, compartmentalised working, internal politics, and decision-making speed are all issues that make outcome-based KPIs difficult to monitor in large organisations.

[florianrenner]

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[otp-holic]

Bucky during WW2 wearing a ragged, dirty shirt, and stealing Steve’s dogtags while they were playing with a field camera they had for PR after a standard Mission with the Howlies.

Steve might have never seen it developed, but the moment was burnt into his mind forever, and it became of of his favorite moment to sketch and reminisce about.

(Of course this was the last picture they took that day before they went on to have sex (rushed, desperate, intense, not letting go of each other’s mouths to be as silent as possible) because, how could Steve Rogers resist that?)

I blame this to me waking up To this Political Animals outtakes and the first one gave me so many feels I had to edit that on my phone. I am dead.

#stucky #bucky barnes #headcanon #steve rogers #captain america #headcanon by yours truly #painfully created by me #this was a quick mobile edit but #I love them #nsft

[natrogersfics]

Game Plan - Chapter 2: Bad Things

Artwork by @faith2nyc​​ Formerly titled In Our Wildest Moments  Read on AO3

He’s never been buck naked in front of the camera before. Okay, so maybe he’s not technically buck naked. But when the only thing covering his modesty right now is a well-placed football, he might as well be. The thought dawns on Steve as he mentally combs through the list of peculiar situations he’s found himself in. It’s surprising if only for the fact that his occupation entails sometimes getting crushed underneath a dog pile of defensive linemen on live television. But as it goes, there’s a first time for everything.

In all honesty, this isn’t exactly how he pictured the kickoff of his media campaign to go. But ever since he signed on to be the quarterback of the Avengers, he’s been determined to leave his sullied public image behind and win favor with the fans. And if doing so requires him stripping down for the highly anticipated Body Issue that the Sports section of The Daily publishes every year, then that's exactly what he’s going to do.

“Chin up a little,” Darcy, the photographer with the dark-rimmed glasses, calls out. He does as directed, tilting his head up ever so slightly as the flash goes off. Darcy smiles. “Excellent! Now give me your best smize!”

His eyebrows furrow. “Smize?”

“Smile with your eyes,” Darcy says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, only to sigh when his flummoxed expression does not dissipate. “Just, um… look into the camera like you’re trying to melt something!”

“Um, okay…” he says, angling his body a little to the side before narrowing his eyes in the camera’s direction.

“Perfect, that’s perfect!” Darcy says as she snaps away, the flash going off with each click. “We are so going to nab that front page this year! Right, Nat?”

“You know I’d never bet against you, Darce,” Natasha, the only other person on the barebones crew for this photoshoot, says from the stool she’s perched on, her eyes never once straying from the tablet in her hands. “Please don’t forget to send some outtakes over to me for Social.”

As he continues to work the camera for Darcy, he tries not to dwell on how disparate Natasha’s tone is from Darcy’s. Not that there’s a thing about Natasha’s crisp and professional intonation that should bother him. Nor should he really give it much thought that all she’s done since walking on set this afternoon, clad in a perfectly pressed white button up and dark slacks, is nod at him in greeting before introducing him to Darcy. It’s not as though her job includes chatting him up. He knows this, he does. He just wishes that she’d give him even the smallest indication as to where they stand.

He wants to say that he was horrified when he turned in his chair yesterday to see her of all people, but somehow that word doesn’t feel adequate enough to describe just how quickly his stomach had fallen. And based on the way Natasha’s eyes had widened to saucers when his identity finally dawned on her, it’s safe to assume the feeling was mutual.

But Natasha’s shock didn’t seem to last. Somehow in the short time he and Pepper spent discussing the last few details of his contract, Natasha had delved into the hefty dossier containing his laundry list of PR issues, and as soon as Pepper turned the meeting over to her, she had a strategy already formulated. Pepper had mentioned that Natasha was the best person for the job, and though that was the first time he had witnessed her at work, he knew immediately that Pepper was right. Had Natasha been any other person, he knows that he’d be ecstatic to have her on his management team.

Unfortunately for him, though, Natasha isn’t just any other person. Instead, she’s the woman who had caught his eye at the bar and who, much to his surprise and delight, had requested to be taken up against his hotel window two nights ago. And because fate apparently has a twisted sense of humor, now she’s also his publicist.

The last thought nearly makes him wince, but he schools his face into a neutral expression to avoid eliciting a disapproving look from Darcy for ruining one of her shots. The fact that he’s standing under studio lighting in the nude notwithstanding, the absolute last thing he should be thinking about is the night he and Natasha spent together. He’s signed on to be the leader of the Avengers and she’s in charge of making sure that his and the team’s image is squeaky clean. They’re colleagues now, and such thoughts are, at the very least, wildly inappropriate. It doesn’t matter how mind-blowing the hours they spent together were. He absolutely, positively, cannot be thinking about how soft and supple her bare skin feels against his. Or what she sounds like when she’s tethering on the edge of-

“These are perfect, Steve! The camera is your friend, man.”

Relief washes over him when Darcy’s voice forces him out of his thoughts, and he clears his throat as he stands up straighter. “Thanks, Darcy.”

Darcy gives him a thumbs up before looking over her shoulder. “I think we’ve got enough shots to choose from to submit for the cover. Can you take a look, Nat?”

“One sec!” Natasha calls out.

From his periphery, he sees Natasha rise from her seat and make her way over to Darcy, and as the two women go over the shots on the viewfinder, he wonders if the right approach to this situation is to take a page from Natasha. Though he’d like to set the record straight between them (God knows he wanted to the second their meeting ended yesterday, but Coach Fury insisted that they dive straight into the playbook), perhaps it’s easier to just sweep things under the rug and pretend like the other night hadn’t happened.

Only, that’s not an option. Not if they’re to work together successfully, which he knows is crucial if he’s to have a shot at this comeback. So before he can think better of it, he finds himself saying, “I hope my face didn’t ruin these shots too badly.”

Much to his chagrin, it’s Darcy who snorts at his comment. “Oh yeah,” she deadpans. “Sales are definitely going to plummet if they put any of these on the front page.”

The sigh he lets out is long and winded, and he lets his shoulders sag for added effect. “You see, that’s what I was afraid of.”

“If you’re unhappy with the shots, we can always retake them,” Natasha offers, turning to look at him seemingly for the first time all day. “Or Darcy can touch some things up on Photoshop. Whichever option you’re most comfortable with.”

“Oh, no,” he says. “I didn’t mean to tack on more work. I was just-”

“Trying to feign modesty,” Darcy finishes with a smirk. “It’s okay, Steve. You’re hot and we all know it. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, my dude.”

“Can’t really argue with the photographer now, can I?” he says, repeating Natasha’s earlier sentiment in hopes of generating a response from her and doing his best to hide his disappointment when Darcy is the one who agrees.

It’s later when he sees Natasha begin to make her way out of the studio at the end of the shoot that he decides it’s now or never. “Natasha, hey!” he calls out. Natasha turns slowly at the sound of her name, and he jogs over to where she’s standing as quickly as he can with a towel wrapped tightly around waist. “Do you have a second?”

“For our new quarterback?” Natasha says, the implication of her words causing him to cringe internally as she leads them towards the empty hall. “I’m sure I can squeeze you in before my next meeting.”

“Okay, look…” he says as they both move to the corner. “There’s no way to skirt around this, so I’m just going to say it. About the other night, I’m so-”

“Steve,” she interrupts, shaking her head. “It’s fine, all right? We both made choices that night. No need for apologies.”

“Are you sure?” he presses lightly, one hand flying to the back of his neck. “Because ever since the meeting the other day, it doesn’t seem like it. And I understand why, I do, and then there’s also the list of my PR issues. I know some of them are complicated at best-”

“You mean like the one about your wife?” Natasha says, holding the portfolio in her hands closer as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“Ex-wife,” he says quickly, making sure to look her directly in the eyes. He had caught the slight shift in her demeanor at yesterday’s meeting when they were parsing through the list of his issues, and though he wanted to clarify things immediately, his opportunity passed when Natasha moved right onto the next item as if it was business as usual. He sighs. “I know you don’t really know me, so you don’t really have a reason to believe what I say, but please know that I would never have gone through with the other night unless my divorce was final.”

Natasha sighs. “I believe you,” she says, much to his surprise. “Not that you owe me an explanation or anything. I didn’t exactly reveal everything about me that night, either.”

“Meh,” he says with a shrug. “Natalie, Natasha. Close enough.”

She bites her lip at that, her gaze falling to the ground momentarily. “But anyway, since we’re on the topic…” she says, looking back at him. “I hope this goes without saying, but it’s not as though I looked around the bar and said, gee, I wonder how I could make my job more exciting.”

“Your days do seem quite interesting,” he says, chuckling as he nods towards the set. He pauses for a beat before finally touching on the elephant in the room. “So, what now? Can what happened between us get us in trouble?”

Natasha blinks as though she’s taken aback by the question. “No, I don’t think so…” she says eventually. “Company rules state that we can’t fraternize with colleagues in a lower rank... I don’t work for you, not technically.”

“Does that mean we can work together then?” he asks, his tone suddenly hopeful.

“Steve,” she says, already shaking her head. “I don’t think-”

“Natasha, I’m going to be really honest with you, okay?” he says. “And just to be clear, I know that I have no right to be asking this and the absolute last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, so feel free to walk away right now.” He pauses, giving her the opportunity to take him up on his offer, and nearly sighs in relief when she remains rooted in place. “You said we didn’t break any rules that night, right?”

“Yes,” she confirms. “But that still doesn’t make what happened between us kosher.”

“And I get that,” he says. “But Natasha, you’re the best at what you do, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that I am in desperate need of the best publicist right now.”

Natasha shifts on her feet. “I don’t know, Steve…”

“I just…” he begins, a rueful smile on his lips. “I thought this dream was gone. But this opportunity feels a whole lot like a second chance, one I can’t take if I don’t get my image in order. So, please… if there is a way we can somehow forget the other night and just… work together.” He sighs. “I don’t know. Give it some thought, at least?” He chances giving her his best boyish grin. “Maybe?”

For a second, she only stands there, the conflicted expression on her face impossible to read that when she finally sighs, he starts bracing himself for rejection. “I’ll think about it.”

He beams, his brows shooting to his hairline. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she says with a single nod. “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight,” he says, watching as she walks away.

She should have kept walking. Natasha isn't so arrogant to think that she’s sure about every single decision she makes, but in this case, she’s certain that the right move would have been to keep putting one foot in front of the other. And if that somehow still wasn’t the right choice, it sure as hell would have been better than turning around, pushing Steve into the nearest supply closet, and ripping off the goddamn menace of a towel he had around his waist.

In any case, it’s too late now. Choices were made, one of which included throwing her slacks haphazardly to the ground somewhere between the door and here. And though the shelves behind her will definitely leave bruises on her back for the next couple of days, she can’t really bring herself to care as Steve hoists her up against them.

“Natasha,” Steve says, sounding a little breathless as his hand slips between them and past the lace of her panties. He groans. “You’re drenched.”

“Been watching you,” she finally admits, a moan escaping her lips when he lets his fingers brush against her folds. “Been watching you all day.”

“And here I thought you weren’t looking,” Steve teases, his words skating over skin, giving her goosebumps.

“Steve,” she whines, her vision nearly blurring when his hand ghosts over her clit. She unwraps her arms from his neck to cup his face in her hands. No matter how good his ministrations feel, she can’t bear to be teased a second longer right now, and if the hardness pressing between her legs is any indication, it’s safe to say that he can’t either. She leans her forehead against his. “Fuck me.”

A grunt rips from the back of his throat in response, causing her to shiver in anticipation as he lifts her up a little higher in his arms. Then in a single snap of his hips, he’s pushing into her, her name falling like a benediction from his lips as he sinks deeper and deeper.

“Nat- Natasha,” he groans when he’s fully seated within her. Her head tips back in ecstasy as he begins to move his hips, granting her earlier request by swiftly picking up the pace. The shelves behind her rattle with his every move, her lower back digging into the edge, but she can hardly feel the pain with the way he brushes up against that spot inside her with each thrust.

“Fuck yes,” she says when he pulls one of the cups of her bra down to wrap his lips over her nipple, sucking gently. Pleasure zings rapidly through her veins, setting her nerves alight, and though she knows she’s being too loud right now, she’s powerless over the volume of her moans. “Harder,” she encourages instead, wrapping her legs tighter around the small of his back. “Harder, Steve.”

He obliges, setting a punishing rhythm with his hips, and she feels him smile against her neck when she lets out a needy whimper at a particularly delicious snap. She’s not even sure what she’s addicted to most – how deeply he fills her or how much he isn’t afraid to give her exactly what she asks for. It’s refreshing not to be treated like something that can break, to be thought of as someone who can dictate exactly how much she can take.

“Come for me, Natasha.” His words draw a gasp from her, but the sound only hangs between them for a beat, replaced quickly by a high-pitched whimper when he reaches down to where they’re joined, his thumb working over her nerves.

“Steve,” she cries out, her voice wrecked and desperate as her orgasm fans over her, over every fiber of her being, until she feels like liquid in his arms. But then Steve is slanting his lips over hers, muffling the sound of her pleasure as he thrusts and thrusts, dragging out her high.

The blare of her alarm causes her to bolt upright, her heart racing as she searches for the source of the offending sound. She finds her phone somewhere in the sea of her sheets, her fingers quickly working to bring silence back to her room. When she sees the clock on the screen, the digits reading out 6:00 a.m., she lets out a groan as she plops back down against the pillows.

The universe hates her. There could be no other explanation. Because it’s one thing to bump into the person you enjoyed a salacious night with – Manhattan, after all, is only so big. It might even be far-fetched that that person would turn out to be the new quarterback of the team you work for, but stranger things have surely happened. But to be put in charge of his media campaign when his first photoshoot is meant to be, of all things, for the Body Issue? Scratch hate. The universe absolutely, irrevocably abhorred her. For while she may pride herself on having better self-control than most people, when the man with an Adonis-like figure who once made her call on every deity she knew as he expertly pulled her apart is prancing around her set with nothing but a pigskin ball to cover the goods… Well, she still has a pulse.

Then there’s the matter of his request to work together. As Steve had astutely pointed out yesterday, they hadn’t technically broken any company rules. Steve isn’t her superior. While she’s in charge of rehabilitating his image at the moment, the scope of her responsibilities covers the entire organization. If they could just start off with a clean slate, then perhaps working together doesn’t have to be so complicated.

Only, it’s never that simple, and she knows it. While she’s certainly dealt with a plethora of PR nightmares in the past, Steve’s list isn’t exactly a walk in the park to solve. There’s the matter of his injury – a Grade III ACL tear that’s halted his career for the past two seasons – but that’s honestly the least of her concerns. As she learned in their first meeting, there are the questionable paparazzi photos of him. His near implication with the fraudulent actions of his former agent. And, not to mention, the situation with his ex-wife.

The last item had caused the breath to get stuck in her throat when she first read it, because while she hadn’t recognized Steve that night, the second she did in the conference room, she knew exactly who he was. Anyone working in the sports industry worth their salt does. And if there’s anything to know about Steve Rogers, it’s that back in his heyday, teams didn’t just want him for his ability to throw a tight spiral. As well, they wanted him because he was everything you wanted the face of your franchise to be – eloquent, kind, dedicated to his craft, and, more saliently, devoted to the love of his life.

Steve’s marriage to his college sweetheart, Peggy, was exactly the story the media craved to sell, and it was a commercial success back then not only because it was the tale of true love that everybody wanted to believe in, but also because he and his wife embodied it. He gushed about her constantly. She came to his every game and stood by him through his wins and his loses. Their love had been forged long before he was the football superstar the country adored, and it looked ready to withstand any test life hurled its way.

From the outside, at least. Now their marriage and its dissolution are the stuff of tabloids. A recurring problem she would probably have to deal with if she didn’t have herself reassigned. A sigh falls from her lips. She couldn’t understand it. This decision shouldn’t be so complicated, so gray. She hardly knew Steve, if at all. Given what’s occurred between them, she should be running to ask Pepper for a new assignment this instant. And yet, here she is still contemplating her next move.

When she shifts onto her side, her lips instantly pull into a smile as her eyes land on the framed picture on the wall that her mother had taken of her and Yelena on a bench at Bryant Park. She recalls the events of the day, how she had protested when her mother and sister had insisted on dropping her off on her first day at work like some Kindergartener. How things have changed since then. Yelena, still in high school at the time, is now in college. Their mother, Melina, has since been granted tenure up at Cornell. But more importantly, she’s no longer the girl on her way to her first day as Executive Assistant. In the years that have passed since this photo was taken, she’s put her blood, sweat, and tears to get to where she is today, and she’d be foolish to do anything to jeopardize her position as the newly appointed Director of Public Relations.

The news cycle spins rapidly, even more so when your work entails dealing with the media. And while the narratives are constantly in flux, there’s one story that people never seem to tire of – athletes and their relationships. She understands the fascination. In fact, it’s her job to. Fans clamor to know everything about the person they cheer on every game day and every sponsor wants a 360-degree understanding of the person they’re making out checks to. And though it could easily be brushed off as something that comes with the territory of being in the public eye, the truth remains: when the circus begins, as it almost always does when public opinion is involved, the player is hardly ever the one that gets tossed in the fire.

It’s then that clarity crashes over her, crystallizing her perspective. It doesn’t matter how much she wants to help Steve or how easily her expertise could clean up his image. If her dream is any warning, it’s clear that no matter how professionally she acts, their history places them on a slippery slope. Even if she could find a way to navigate a working relationship with him, any slip up could prove too costly to her. With that, she rises, her mind made up.

By the time she gets to Pepper’s office that morning though, her earlier resolve is tested when she finds her boss practically bursting at the seams with happiness.

“Read this!” Pepper says, all but shoving the tablet into her hands.

She looks down at the e-mail pulled up on the screen and taps the attachment. “Is this for real?”

“You bet it is!” Pepper says, punctuating her words with an uncharacteristic squeal as she makes her way back behind her desk. “That confirmation is coming right from the editor-in-chief of The Daily. Steve is going to be front page, Nat. He’s going to be on the front page of their Body Issue!”

“Oh, my God!” she exclaims. “Pepper, that’s amazing!”

Pepper beams, pointing at her. “And you made it happen!”

“Oh, no, it was a team effort,” she says. “Darcy killed it with the shots and the treatment and obviously, Steve did all the heavy lifting.”

“But you chose the final shot that we submitted,” Pepper says. “All the athletes across every sport and ours gets chosen to be this year’s front cover. You should be proud, Natasha.” Pepper leans back against her chair. “It’s nice to see you and Steve working well together.”

“Yeah…” she says, taking a seat on one of the leather chairs in front of Pepper’s desk. “Pepper, about that-”

“Oh, Nat, this could be huge for us.”

Pepper’s sudden shift in tone catches her attention, and when she looks up, she finds that relief has colored her mentor’s expression as she stares pensively at nothing in particular.

“I’m sure you’re the last person I need to remind of this, but last year was really bad. The team’s record, the player scandals…” Pepper shakes her head. “We lost out on so much revenue and faith from our fans, and I just… signing Steve was my Hail Mary, and I really, really needed this shoot to go well. And it did.” Pepper looks at her, her eyes brimming with sincerity. “Just, thank you, Nat. I knew I could trust you to pull this off. You have no idea how much it puts me at ease to know that this campaign is in your care.”

The gravity of Pepper’s words hits her like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, she finds herself unable to respond. The voice inside her head – the rational one that’s kept her in line for all her life – screams at her to tell Pepper the truth and to tell her now. That she can’t spearhead this campaign. She shouldn’t. But when she looks at Pepper, she finds that for the first time in the years she’s worked here, she sees beyond the typical exhaustion that comes with being the General Manager of the Avengers. For the first time, Pepper looks rundown, at her wits end. Nevertheless, the facts remain. She sighs. “Pepper, I-”

“I know it’s a lot,” Pepper concedes. “Believe me, I know what we’re up against. And I know that I sprung this one on you. But I do have an endgame, Natasha.” Pepper puts her elbows on her desk, leaning forward. “Between you, me, and the bedpost… the role of Vice President for Public Relations is opening up in November.”

Her head snaps up at that, and she leans forward in her seat. “May is leaving?”

“Retiring,” Pepper says. “And I’d like to see you fill that post.”

“Pepper, I just got promoted,” she says, disbelief thick in her voice.

Pepper shrugs. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re the most qualified person to take over.”

“Pepper,” she whispers, to which Pepper nods. “Wow.”

“You nail this campaign, Nat, and you’ll be a shoo-in for the role with the board,” Pepper says. “I just know it.”

Her mind runs the gamut of reasons that compelled her to come to Pepper’s office in the first place. How working with Steve could be unseemly. The headache of his PR ordeals. Their history. But then the words reverberate through her mind: Vice President.

Suddenly, her libido doesn’t feel all that compelling. Not when her number one career goal is within sight. She looks at Pepper. “What if there was a way to step the campaign up a notch?”

“Why does this feel oddly like being called into the Principal’s Office?”

She looks up just as Steve pulls out the seat in front of her at the cafeteria, his hair damp and his cheeks still clearly flushed from a workout. “That depends,” she says as he settles down. “Have you ever been propositioned at the Principal’s Office before?”

“Is that what’s happening here?” he volleys back, the corners of his lips quirking.  

“Not in the context that word is usually used in, no,” she says. “But I am here to make you a deal.”

He arches a brow. “I’m listening.”

“I’ll be your publicist,” she says, cutting straight to the point. “But I do have a favor to ask in return.”

The expectant look he shoots her prompts her to lean closer, and she clasps her hands together on the table as she does. For as confused and conflicted as she’s been all morning, this – pitching a PR campaign from end to end – is something she knows exactly how to do. She’s in the midst of walking him through the finer points of her proposal when he places one hand on top of hers, bringing her to a pause.

“Natasha,” he says. “I’m in.”

“But I haven’t finished my pitch yet,” she argues, brows furrowing. “This isn’t going to be a paid campaign, Steve.”

“So what?” he says, shrugging. “It’s for a good cause, right?”

“Some might say visiting various children’s hospitals around the country to help raise money for their programs would qualify as a good cause, yes,” she quips, smiling when he rolls his eyes. “Really, though? You’re in, just like that? You don’t have to consult your agent or something?”

“Sam would yell at me if I called him to ask permission for something that’s such a no-brainer,” he says. “Besides, these kids deserve the best care they can receive. If merely showing up there and spending time with them encourages donations, then let’s do it.”

“Okay,” she says, nodding slowly. “Then I guess I’ll set-”

“I also have a favor to ask, though,” he interrupts, continuing only when she nods at him to go on. “There’s a children’s hospital in Los Angeles that I used to frequent. I still keep in touch, so it’d be nice if we could include them in our lineup.” When she remains silent for a beat too long, he tilts his head to the side. “What?”

“That’s in California,” she says.

“Some might say Los Angeles is in California, yes,” he says, chuckling when she sends a withering look his way. “Is that a problem?”

“Well, for budget considerations, I was going to keep this campaign East,” she says. “But since you are volunteering your time, I’m sure Pepper will be amenable.”

“Then I guess we have a deal,” he says.

“Guess so,” she says, curling her fingers around her coffee cup.

“Cool,” he says simply, his expression contemplative as he lets his teeth bother his lower lip. Eventually, he clears his throat. “So… is it safe to assume that this means you think we can pull this off?”

“The campaign?”

He shakes his head no. “Us working together,” he clarifies. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful that you’ve decided to help me out, but when you said yesterday that you’d think about it, I didn’t think you’d come to a decision this quickly.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll really be helping each other out,” she says. Steve shoots her a questioning look, to which she smirks. “If I can fix this mess, what can’t I fix, right?”

He chuckles. “True,” he says before shrugging. “Plus, I don’t think this is going to be as difficult as we thought anyway.”

“That so?” she says, scoffing.

“Oh yeah,” he says. “I mean, think about it. I was standing around all day yesterday with barely a stitch on me and not once did you look below my face, so-”

“Watch it,” she interjects, an amused smile finally making it to her face.

He grins. “How hard can it be, right?”

She lifts a shoulder in a nonchalant shrug before reaching to take a sip of her coffee.

How hard can it be, indeed.  

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jamiebeedenphotography: Unseen outtake of Damon Albarn from my @qmagazineuk shot, west London 2000. Shot in the corner of his PR's office, we had to move some desks out the way first to get a white wall. When Damon left I noticed that he'd gotten white paint all over the back of his new jacket. I kept my mouth shut and just thanked him, sorry Damon...

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[berlinini]

Since so many people are harassing you today. I just want to ask them what do they like about Harry. I get it when he was in 1D their dynamics was cute. But since 2017 does anyone even know what his personality is. Because all I see now is a whining grown man who likes passive aggressive song where he does the mistakes and cry about them but down nothing about that.

I'd wager his "personality" is whatever Jeff and Harry come up with in their "which Harry Styles are we showing today?" daily morning calls. It goes something like this:

- Harry, please wear the Pink Beanie to show your love for your girlfriend-slash-director. People are not buying this PR relationship, I need you to work harder.

- But Jeff, what about the larries? How do I tell them I'm married to my ex-bandmate and also I hate you and you're just manipulating me?

- You can have the blue banana tomorrow, Harry.

- Ok, can I still wear the gucci d*ck necklace? I don't want people to think I'm only straight and just sleeping with beautiful, skinny, white women.

- Yes Harry, you can wear the necklace. You can wear it when singing a song about eating p*ssy.

- Thanks Jeff! Maybe I'll dress up in the trans flag colors later this week after filming my copaganda movie. You know, sexuality is SO fun!!!

- I know I know. Talking about My Policeman, have you been reading books lately? Preferably not by misogynist authors? Or did you find something else to copy from your ~ girlfriend ~? I'm asking because we will need to start thinking about some talking points for press.

- No I haven't. Why would I open a book if my girlfriend isn't judging me for not reading? Anyways can't I just go on Late Late for promo and have everyone eat out of my ass as usual?

- Yes of course, of course Harry.

- Great! BTW I've thought about a new idea for a 100$ shirt to sell to my fans!

- That's great Harry, we were looking for more income to pass off as charitable donations for tax purposes so you can invest more money in my dad's mega arena.

- Better not talk too much about that, Jeff! It doesn't match my woke king aura!

- I know, I'll just release some more outtakes from the SNL shoot if needed.

- That's great! I have to go now Jeff, I need to go swim in a really cold pond so the water makes me feel something, I've been feeling a bit dead inside lately.

- It's the price of success Harry! Don't worry, I'll buy you another grammy, anything for you... don't worry darling.

- HAHA! Thanks Jeff!!! I know you do all of this for me out of pure love and not because Irving wants to prove that his son is not failure.

- Yes daddy... uh... Harry. Bye now!

- Bye!

Harry hangs up, goes swimming in a cold pond and then proceeds to write (more) songs about being an arrogant son of a bitch with 0 ounce of emotional maturity or self reflection, Kid Harpoon works really hard to make an album that has some sort of musical coherence (but it doesn't quite work), and months later Rob Stinger is quoted saying Harry is the greatest "rockstar/actor/cosmetics mogul/land developer" this planet has ever seen, in an article written by Rob Sheffield. #HS3era!!!

- Fin -

#answered ask #anon #i'm going to hell for this hahaha i'm sorry i started writing a proper response then it became a ficlet and i was having too much fun #blame it on the fact that i should have gone to bed hours ago #anyways anon i totally agree with your points #sorry for having sidelined your very valid questions and criticism! #and basically just poured more gasoline over the harries that have been into my inbox #oops #anyways good night!!! #harry styles #larries #tumblr user berlinini