#someone get them to agree to perform this as the grammy's

[fanfoolishness]

The Music of Jedi: Survivor

Last night I went to the Grammy Museum for an event celebrating the Jedi: Survivor score!  Sometimes living in Los Angeles has its benefits.  It was an evening with composers Stephen Barton and Gordy Haab, as well as their recording engineer Alan Meyerson, moderated by Jon Burlingame.  I took copious notes throughout so I could share them with you all :) All quotes are paraphrases, I’m not that quick a note taker.

My husband and I settled into our seats, me vibrating with excitement as the lights dimmd.  I was already hyped to hear the composers talk about my favorite game and their process for scoring it, but then my jaw fell out of my head because who strolled up on stage but fucking Cal Kestis himself, Cameron Monaghan, unexpected and uncredited on the event description.

I almost rolled out of my chair.  Then I frantically started smacking my husband (who’s never played the game, but loves music and production) and hissing “it’s him it’s him it’s the Jedi!!!”

Cameron’s intro was brief but lovely.  He introduced himself, then paused and said something like, “Do you hear that?  That’s the sound of silence. That is awful. I can hear my own thoughts!  No one wants to play a game like that.  Which is why we have these guys!”  He introduced the composers, Stephen and Gordy, as well as the sound engineer Alan and the moderator for the event, shook their hands and exchanged some hugs, then sat down in the audience.  Giddily I returned to my notes as Jon led the discussion.

Q: How did you get into scoring video games?

Stephen was a gamer and had always been interested in working with video games.  They were “enticing” and the schedule was much more appealing than for TV, where you might be handed a script and told to get the music back in a few days.

Gordy hadn’t worked particularly in games before.

Alan has been mixing and engineering video game soundtracks for the past 25 years, like Gears of War.

Q: What’s the difference between scoring a film and scoring a video game?

For film, it’s adding music onto what already exists; often the composer isn’t involved until the last 6 weeks or so of production.  (Fun fact I learned earlier this year, Ludwig Goransson was involved from the start on Oppenheimer because Christopher Nolan specifically wanted to subvert that.) 

The film is fairly static by the time the composers get their hands on it, so things are unlikely to change.

Video games are more like trying to put clothes on someone running a race, because drastic changes can happen at any time.  The timeline is also greatly extended — 2-3 years is common — so things may evolve and shift drastically in that time.

Film is also much less volume of music… they wrote an entire 8 hours!

Q: Is there a Star Wars music “house” style?

Initially Star Wars projects outside of the original trilogy were often scored as if they were B sides to the original soundtrack.  But the aesthetic is evolving.  There are a few standards though — there must always be that symphonic scale.

The score was performed at Abbey Road.  Alan mentioned that he was actually there on 9/11 working on a movie about a terrorist attack.  Stephen loves recording at Abbey Road so much he and his wife named his daughter Abbey.  All three of them agreed that Abbey Road is magical and the orchestra practically blends itself; for choral performances, all you have to do is stick a couple microphones in there and they sound fantastic.

They played a clip of “Dark Times,” with gameplay footage intercut with the symphony performing at Abbey Road.  They explained that they wanted to develop a new theme for the Empire.  At this time, the Empire just is.  You can’t use the Imperial March, because the Imperial March is how the Empire perceives itself.  But how does Cal see the Empire?  It’s dark and ominous. It’s everywhere.  It’s a fact of life.

Gordy explained that they literally shaped the melody like the sinus rhythm of a heartbeat to indicate that Cal’s on the run, his heart always pounding, never safe.  They used a full 12 tone chromatic scale to keep the track always uncomfortable and unsettled.

Stephen is such a Merrical shipper!  He talked about how one of the central conflicts of Survivor is Cal struggling with his feelings towards Merrin, and what do you do when you’ve utterly lost the fight?  He pointed out what the Senator tells Cal, and calls him a pretty reasonable guy.  Do you stop fighting when you’ve clearly lost?  “Maybe Cal should go shack up with Merrin somewhere and have a nice life.”

Q: What is it like having so much funding for the score on a game like this?

All you can really sell now is quality, and people expect it now.

Q: What is the process like?

They are brought into the game in the script phase, where they may see some concept art and get to read the script to help determine the story beats.  

The collaboration is joyful!  It seems like it could be really scary, to have game play testers, the game designers, and other music folks all weighing in on how the score is working or not working, but they actually really enjoyed it.  They’ll usually do about half the music, then have people test play it for a few months, come back with notes, and then work on the remainder after seeing what worked and what didn’t.

They played “Flight” in its entirety with gameplay of Cal and Merrin outrunning the Trident, and talked extensively about our girl Merrin!  Stephen talked about how in JFO, Merrin was important but not as big of a player.  Now in Jedi: Survivor, Merrin is vital,and we can see her story arc take shape.  Her small motif in JFO was expanded into an epic, heroic scale after we see her power with portals and moving on the wind.  They reached for all kinds of wind instruments, from Alpine horns, Tibetan horns, and even the “most tasteful vuvuzela ever.”

Note: it’s almost as heart-pounding to watch that sequence on the big screen as it is to play it!

They both said that some music flows onto the page and is easy to write; the escape from Jedha sequence was not one of those!  It wasn’t easy to write, mix or play!  A hundred people worked on this song, and it was hard as hell.  The orchestra musicians kept coming up to Alan and telling him they loved playing it because it was such a challenge.

They don’t always tell the studio who wrote what.  They work well together as they both love bourbon and coffee!  Stephen says he’s great at about ¾ of the tune but not the ending, whereas Gordy can fix that up in a jiffy.  They also sometimes divvied things up by planet or emotional beats.  

Q: I noticed in this last song (“Flight”) there was a choral element.  How do you decide when to incorporate choir instead of synth choir?

Choir is often the first casualty of budget cuts since it’s so many people involved.  Sometimes, synth choir is chosen for just a vibe or an extra layer.

However, there’s a rule that in musicals when the emotion is building to a point that words can no longer contain them, that’s when a character must burst into song.  For a score, when the emotion is swelling and can no longer be contained by mere instruments, that is when to pull out the choir.  So we see it in “Flight.”

Me: We also see it in “Rage,” muahahaha.

They used 120 singers for Flight and only needed 3 microphones because of how good Abbey Road sounds.

They prefer amateur choirs to session professionals since you can sometimes have too-professional singers trying to out-sing each other, and amateurs are usually more relaxed.

Q: There were a number of unusual or even invented instruments used for this score, tell us about them.

Gordy made bottle chimes.  He accidentally dropped a bottle of water while playing tennis and a ball pinged off it, making a lovely sound.  He ordered 20 metal water bottles and strung them in a wardrobe rack with different amounts of water in them.  Because it took ages to make, they used it in loads of places in the score.

Stephen went nuts and ordered 200 containers of BlueTack for the pianos for Koboh.  They wanted Koboh to sound like the old West, but not that spaghetti Western honkytonk piano sound.  If you make BlueTack into a sausage shape and roll it around a piano string you can make it make these strange broken sounds sort of like a gamelan.  This is called a prepared piano.  The low bumbumbum noises when first getting on Koboh and meeting the pit droid?  Freaking piano.  I would have never guessed!  They did this to 3 pianos.

They played a clip of Where the Nekkos Roam.  They used the prepared pianos, an orchestra, dulcimers, Basset horns, euphoniums, tubas.  They wanted Koboh to feel lived in and to have history expressed in the music.  The musicians were excited to have to rent out Basset horns since like nobody actually owns one.

Q: Tell us about the cantina music.

The original cantina brief from George Lucas to John Williams was apparently, “what if aliens came down in 1000 years and found sheet music from Benny Goodman, but didn’t have the same instruments?” And thus we got the Mos Eisley cantina theme which is almost unbeatable.  

They were thinking of scoring the cantina music themselves, but then thought, “what if we gave that brief to a bunch of really cool bands?”

They highly recommended Dan Mayo from Tantran.  They recommended taking a few hours to watch him kick ass on the drums on YouTube.

Tantran recorded "Fields of Dusk" for the cantina first, then Stig came back and said “what if we wove this into the score?  What if it was Cal and Merrin’s love theme?”  Then they created a symphonic version, also partially inspired by a Joni Mitchell song.

They played part of the cantina version of “Fields of Dusk,” then they played the symphonic version with Cal and Merrin riding the spamel to Cere’s base.  They gushed about being able to work with the story and the subtext.

Alan said that "Fields of Dusk” “is visceral.  It vibrates shit inside of you.  Mixing it was a highly emotional experience for me.  Even now sitting under the subwoofer — it’s right here, over my head — it’s very emotional.”

Q: How many motifs do you have?

“Seven thousand.” - Stephen

Gordy later amended that to about two dozen, but with tons of variations.

Q: What are the interactions like with the game developers?

They get to be in the building with them, working on the narrative team — making sure to serve the story first.  It also lets them practice gameplay or watch others playing to see how it flows.

Again, it’s a 2-3 year process.

They played the clip of Cal and Merrin making a campfire in the cave on Jedha.  Stephen is all about the Merrical ship (not that he used those words, alas, but still)!  He said this was such gorgeous writing, really allowing the technology to showcase the acting, and it’s his all time favorite scene in the game.

The whole theater clapped as he said that.  Yes!  A whole theater clapping while someone was talking about Merrical and calling it gorgeous. *sobbing forever*

Q: What has it been like to meet fans?

They’ve been delighted by the fans and how much they love the characters and the amazing performances of all the actors in the game.

Q: Are there plans for a sequel?

Stephen: “Are there Lucasfilm snipers out there?  Look for the red dot…”

Gordy: “There’s not NOT plans.”

Fan questions!

Alan mentioned he loves doing the hardest piece first!  Then it’s all skiing downhill.

A fan asked about more weird created instruments.  

They also used a bunch of bamboo smacking other pieces of bamboo, as well as using little drums from other purposes or sets.

Was there anything they messed up or wanted to do differently than they did in JFO?

They accidentally didn’t loop music in the hangar on Zeffo, so if you stick around there for more than 3 minutes, it just becomes wind sound and gets very lonely.  A live streamer was playing the game, talked to his audience for like 10 minutes, then wandered around almost in silence as his fans commented “why is this game so quiet?”

Gordy wanted to make JFO sound much darker and got his wish in Survivor.

I had so been hoping they would talk about “Rage” and the struggle with the dark side, but they were sort of avoiding spoilers.  So when they got to the Q&A I had to speak up.

I asked, “What was it like working with darker themes later in the game, like with Rage?  You see a real shift in the motifs and there’s also more amazing choral work.”  Their faces seriously lit up XD

Stephen said this was one he handed to Gordy because it was very difficult.

Gordy said that this is Cal at his worst, so it had to be so over the top.  Think of consonant sounds crashing through the melody, Cal trying to keep control of his thoughts but they’re twisting away, he’s trying to think straight and can’t.  It’s discordant.  It’s also scored to evoke a heartbeat throughout, like breathing.  

It was so hard for the choir to do, going back and forth — you can’t do that with choral samples or synth!

They ended with a video they played from their Hollywood Bowl show in June, and said we were only the second group of people to see it.  They played a clip where they do use the classic Imperial March, but contoured so you only get the silhouette of its shape, instead of the full sound.  It ended with a clip of the Tantran band playing a wicked awesome set out in the desert.  The last image they showed was a list of the 287 people who worked on the score!

We let out and I did get to meet them!  Stephen was lovely  and I told him it was just such a beautiful, haunting score.  I actually had a sketch of the campfire scene with me and he signed it!  His daughter Abbey is an artist too and she was really impressed by my sketchbook (she looked to be about 11).  Gordy also got to see a bit of my sketchbook and signed Cal in Nova Garon!  What an awesome night!  We didn’t see Cameron again but I was so astounded to see him the first time I didn’t mind at all.  

SO COOL!  Sometimes, kids, living in Los Angeles isn’t so bad!!

#jedi: survivor #cameron monaghan #cal kestis #gordy haab #stephen barton #alan meyerson #grammy museum #jedi survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #jedi: survivor spoilers #my jedi posts

[hoodharlow]

The Week After

AN: i hate writing angst bc I can't do the making up justice. Thiswas rushed so it sucks 😭😭😭

Requested? No

Warnings: awkward making up, injuries (spoiler Miriam hurts her bad knee whilst performing), Neelam being a b-word and Miriam telling her off 🤭🤭🤭 and

Word Count: 5.7k words

The minute she arrived at the restaurant, Miriam felt something off. She was in Las Vegas for the Grammys. After the Oscars she flew out with Mede and baby Sebas because she had rehearsals for the performance. The cast was going to do a medley of  ‘96,000’, 'Blackout', and ‘Carnaval del Barrio’ which timed out to roughly ten minutes. Doja and SZA had to drop out from performing because of SZA's injury so the organizers told the cast of the movie that they were allowed to have a long performance. 

The news threw Miriam off. She had been focused on re-memorizing her solo from '96,000' and now she had to remember snippets of three different songs along with their stage cues and choreographies. On top of that Miriam felt an added pressure because Lin Manuel Miranda invited the original actor who played Vanessa to replace Stephanie Beatriz and now Miriam had to perform alongside them. She knew she couldn't fuck up.

Her friends sensed her tension and planned a girls night featuring baby Sebas. They also flew out Claudia, who was a mess because 5sos went on tour in Europe and she missed Calum. They were going to eat their weight in pizza then go back to their airbnb and have a Bring It On movie marathon. One thing though, Miriam wondered why they had to go out. They could have easily ordered delivery, but Mede convinced her that going to a pizza parlour was funner. So they agreed to meet at the pizza parlour after rehearsals, leaving Miriam even more confused because Mede and Claudia took an Uber when they could have gone with her and Beto. 

“This is the place?” Miriam asked Beto when he opened the door to the pizza parlour entrance. 

He nodded in response. "That's what Mede sent me."

"Okay," she nodded as they entered the restaurant. 

"Hi, welcome. Just the two of you?" The hostess greeted them.

"No, my friends are already here." Miriam told them. "She called and made a reservation earlier."

"Oh you must be part of the Gutierrez and Wyatt party. They're our only reservation tonight, right this way." The hostess said, grabbing a menu. 

"Gutierrez and Wyatt?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 

As the hostess Miriam caught sight of two brunettes and a certain blondie in a booth hiding behind some menus, trying to be discreet. Their cover was easily blown when baby Sebas stood on the booth's bench and waved at her. She waved back and went up the steps to the private room. She looked over her shoulder and saw Beto take a seat next at the table where Jack's bodyguard was. 

Miriam silently cursed. She couldn't believe she was set up by them. She wasn't ready to face Jack. She knew she'd give in instantly and forgive him for the mess that went down at the afterparty. She was too horny and would drop to her knees at the sight of him. She prayed that he didn't wear gray sweats. 

"Here's your room. I'll send someone over to get your drinks started." The hostess said, holding open the door for her. 

"Thanks." Miriam smiled. 

They closed the door, leaving the couple alone. Jack awkwardly stood by their table. He hadn't seen or talked to Miriam in four days. Every time he’d text or call her, Mede would reply in her place with a sarcastic remark and let him know she was busy. He only knew Miriam was Vegas because she posted herself with her friends at one of Guy Fieri’s restaurants the previous night. Then earlier in the day she posted a video of herself and Anthony Ramos recreating a scene from ‘Blackout’ that was briefly a trend on Tiktok. 

He commented ‘🙌🏻’ on the video but she ignored it. Which drew attention because before people found out about them they would always interact in each other's comments. People also noticed that Miriam deleted all her posts of her and Jack and started making theories that they broke up and were trying to save face at the Oscars. She tweeted ‘there’s no point of me keeping posts about my mystery bf if y’all already know who’s fucking me lol.’ That gave him hope that he and Miriam were going to be okay. 

Jack knew he fucked up big time. He was so blinded by his jealousy that he didn’t see three other people in the picture. Miriam was on one end with Eugenio Derbez and their Oscars while Shawn was on the other end with Sebastian Yatra. He felt like an idiot and Miriam had every right to be upset with him. He reacted irrationally and ruined her night. 

He was so focused on the fact that he was in the presence of Miriam that Jack was nearly tackled to the ground. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. Jack, unsure on what to do, hugged her back. He rubbed her back as she hugged him tighter and broke into soft cries.

"I shouldn't have given you that ultimatum." She said between sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hi, my name is…” A server began but stopped seeing Miriam crying. “I’ll come back in a few minutes.” 

Jack guided her to the booth's bench and sat her down. He pulled a chair and sat in front of her. He watched her reach for a paper napkin and blow her nose. 

"Sorry," she sniffled, "I shouldn't have gone up to you like that. I know you're mad at me–"

"Miriam, you shouldn't apologize for anything.” he said, taking her hands in his. He rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs. “You were right. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I called my therapist the day after and told her everything. She said I was so blinded by my own jealousy and insecurities that I made up some shit to try to justify why I felt so jealous. It was fucked up of me to project all of  that on to you.” 

“I guess, but I also shouldn’t have reacted the way I did with Anitta.” Miriam said. “Urban told me how she sat on you and got off before you could even react.” 

“I’m sorry… for everything. I ruined your night. And–and…”

She placed her hand on his neck and brought his head down so their foreheads meet. “Can we just forget what happened last week? We can go back and forth on what we should have done better for a while. We were able to acknowledge that we both were both in the wrong and we’re working through it.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “I really am sorry for what I said.” 

“I know and I’m sorry for what I said.” 

The couple stayed silent for a few moments. Their silence was interrupted by the server who approached them cautiously. 

“Hi, are we ready to order or do we need a few minutes?” they asked. 

“I think we’re ready.” Miriam said.

"We'll have the baked alfredo pasta, six plain wings, and half meat lovers with jalapeño half barbecue chicken with extra crispy onions." Jack told the server. He looked over at Miriam and saw the eyebags under her bloodshot eyes. It was obvious she hasn't been sleeping and she's overworking herself. "Actually, is it alright if we make our order to-go?" 

"Of course, let me just write this on the to-go notepad." They said, scratching off what they wrote. "Follow me to the paying booth and we'll have that out in half an hour." 

Jack got up and let Miriam go first so he could admire her ass in the slip dress she wore. His attention went to her legs, noticing that she wasn't walking normally. She walked with a slight limp, not putting pressure on the knee she injured when she was younger. 

He leaned into her and in a hush tone he said, "I haven't fucked you and you're already limping."

"I told you I don't need you, to get fucked senseless. I can do that myself." She whispered. Jack frowned, making her giggle. "I'm kidding. We've been doing six hour rehearsals and my knee is acting up because of the dancing. But I'm okay."

"Don't work yourself too hard."

"I won't, that's your job, Jack." 

***

There was a thrill about going down on Jack in a cramped broom closet ten minutes before he went on stage. Jack and Miriam couldn't make it to his dressing room and back, so they settled for a quickie in there. 

"I told you I only needed five minutes." Miriam said, lifting her arms so Jack could help her up. 

"I was practically coming in my pants when we got in." He said, adjusting his cock back in his boxer-briefs. 

"Thanks to me." She said innocently. 

Jack rolled his eyes and reached for her hands to help her up. She was sitting in a deep squat so her knees wouldn't be touching the ground because who knows who's been in there.

Miriam thanked him and washed her hands in the mop sink. She fixed her skirt and pulled up her top to cover her breasts. When she was going down on Jack, he kindly asked her if she could have them out. Her whole outfit was from Katalina. 

She flew in with their grandparents earlier in the day since their parents and brother couldn't make it to the Grammys to support Miriam. Mateo was in Korea in hopes that the salsa company could start selling salsas in Asia. Isabela was in London filming and Joseph was in New York filming as well.

When Katalina saw Miriam wearing a custom dress she made her change immediately. There was nothing wrong with the dress, it just wasn't appropriate for a club. Katalina let her borrow a black mini skirt with a slit down the left thigh and black off the shoulder long sleeve bandeau top, both from Mônot. In addition to strappy heels that wrapped around her legs. 

Miriam felt a bit uncomfortable with the ensemble. It wasn't her style, but she got more confident of her outfit when Jack couldn't keep his hands to himself and all he did was whisper obscenities in her ear. 

Miriam walked out of the broom closet first and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She knocked three times letting Jack he could come out. 

"There you are!" Winnie called the couple. "We've been looking for you guys. We're gonna do a prayer before you go on stage, Jack."

Jack and Miriam shared a look. But before they could respond, a few others joined in and started praying with Winnie. Luckily it was a short and sweet prayer. 

"I'm gonna get mic'd up. I'll see after." Jack said. 

Miriam nodded and gave him a chaste kiss. "Love you."

"Love you." He said back, pulling her to another kiss.

Jack was ushered by the crew members so Miriam went back to the VIP area. She flashed her pass and went to where Mede and Katalina sat. 

"I see why, Claudia volunteered to watch your baby." Miriam said, eyeing Jocy J and Anitta taking tequila shots with Neelam a few seats away.

"I know," Mede agreed. "I wonder how they became friends because they—wait where have you been?"

"I've been around." She shrugged.

"Miriam, you have something white on the corner of your mouth and your tit." Katalina said, gesturing to Miriam's face and chest.

"Shit." She cursed. Miriam forgot that with blacklights, bodily fluids can be seen. 

"Girl," Mede cringed. "Now everyone knows you've been giving head."

"Shut up," Miriam mumbled, grabbing a makeup wipe from her purse to clean herself. "Ya?"

"You're good." Katalina nodded. 

Miriam helped herself to some of the tequila in the bottle service that her sister was paid for.

"Did you fucking pay for that? Of course you didn't. You're some rich entitled brat that thinks everything is at your service." Neelam asked her, her breath reeking of cheap vodka. 

"Neither did you or your friends, so back the fuck off." Miriam snapped at her. 

She was not in the mood to deal with Neelam. She finished making her tequila and cola mix by squeezing some lime on it. 

"What was that all about?" Katalina asked.

"She doesn't like me, but it's whatever." Miriam said, gulping down the drink in one swallow.

"Have you told Jack about it?"

"Kat, can we drop it? I'm here to relax and try to shake my ass." 

"Girl we're gonna need a miracle for you to be able to shake your ass." She teased. 

Miriam gasped. "Bitch!"

"I'm playing." 

The sisters laughed and started dancing to the DJ. After a few songs Jack finally came on. Miriam cheered loud enough that he turned around and grinned at her before rapping. She fixed herself another cocktail then another.

At some point she lost track of the cocktails she had. She stumbled over to the set up and made herself a chafita version of a moscow mule. She took a generous sip and poured more vodka, but she missed her cup and spilled it on the table. Despite the loud speakers and music, she heard a few snickers and huffed laughs. Miriam looked over and it was Neelam and Anitta.

"What does Jack see in her?"Anitta said, eyeing Miriam’s outfit.

"I ask myself that everyday. Jack has such shit taste. Miriam is so fucking pathetic and ugly. It's clear money can't buy you class, but it can buy off people for you to win an Oscar for stupid ass movie." Neelam said to Anitta, loud enough for Miriam to hear. She continued.  "Aw look at her, when will she realize that the only reason why give her the time of day is because she's a lesser version of her mom." 

"Can you two behave? Shit talking in public is pathetic." Katalina said, having heard enough. 

"Aw, you have your sister to defend you since you're so defenseless." Anitta taunted.

Katalina said something in Portuguese, immediately shutting up the Brazilian singer. "Miriam, let's sit down and have some water." 

"Fine." Miriam set her drink down.

"Run along and hide behind your sister's shadow." Neelam waved her off. 

Miriam pulled away from her sister's grasp and walked up to Neelam. "I hate to be the one to tell you this but the only reason why all of these people act buddy-buddy with you is because your name is attached to Jack. If it wasn't, no one would give you the time of day. So be cautious of how you act around these people because they won't hesitate to make a mess and blame it on you. You are nothing without Jack so you better learn your fucking place."

"Don't talk to me like that." Neelam snapped. "I own Jack. I have the power to keep him away from you and we all know he'll do my bidding because he's a spineless weasel willing to do whatever to make it."

"Just remember I also have power in a more damaging way than you. With a simple wave I can have you removed. With a simple tweet, I can ruin your reputation. What I say fucking matters. You're just Jack's glorified babysitter." She continued. "I hope Jack wakes up one day and realizes the leech he has controlling his life." 

"Miri, déjala, let's just go." Katalina said, getting in between her sister and Neelam. 

Katalina has seen her sister get scrappy and knows how heavy handed she is. When Miriam bitch slapped, her face was red for a whole week. She’s seen her spar with Beto and seen her knock his 6’5 ass down effortlessly. Jack’s manager, who was probably five feet tall on a good day, doesn’t stand a chance. 

She noticed Miriam begin to shake. Her chest rose frantically as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was at the brink of a panic attack. Katalina gently nudged her back and guided her down the steps where Mede was waiting with their bags. They went through the back where Beto was waiting for them. He helped them get Miriam inside the SUV. 

"I have to call Jack! He's gonna be worried that I'm not there!" Miriam said, scrambling to get her bag.

"Miriam, you're shaking." Katalina said.

"I need to tell him I didn't– I…" Miriam burst into tears. She leaned into her big sister and sobbed uncontrollably. "Why does she have to be part of Jack's team?"

*

An hour and a half later, Jack finished his set. He took off his equipment and followed Chris, who was at the side stage during his set along with Urban and his brother, down the hall to his green room. When they walked in, the rest of his team was all huddled around a crying Neelam.

"What's up?" Jack asked.

"Your girlfriend is a fucking entitled rich bitch, that's what's up." KY said.

"Say that shit one more time." He said walking up to him, but Urban and Clay held him back. 

"Everyone take a few steps back and calm down." Chris said sternly. He walked up to Neelam and his face scrunched up. "Did someone spill a drink on you? Because you know you're not supposed to be drinking when Jack is on stage."

"I had a few drinks." Neelam said defensively. "I'm sorry."

"The only person that should be apologizing is Jack's little girlfriend." KY mumbled.

"Don't fucking talk down to Miriam." Jack warned him. 

"Or what? Are you gonna go Will Smith on me?"  

"Can someone explain what happened?" Chris asked. 

"Miriam went off on me." Neelam said. "I don't even know why. I was with Anitta and her friend and then she got in my face. She called a glorified babysitter, a leech and she said that I should know my place." 

Jack stood there, trying to process everything. Miriam was pretty friendly even when she's drunk; she tends to get emotional and cry. She's not one to go off on people unless provoked. Jack's gut was telling him that there was more to what Neelam was saying. 

He heard a knock and Winnie poked her head inside. "Hey, can we talk in private?" She said, waving Jack over. 

"Yeah." He said, slipping away without being seen. 

Once outside he asked her, "what's up?"

"Here's the receipt from tonight, don't worry Kat paid for it, but she left early with Miriam and Mede so I saved the receipt for them." She said, handing him a long strip of paper.

"You saw Miriam leave?" He asked her.

"Yeah. I know you haven't been in the industry long. And I'm saying this because I love you like a cousin, but you gotta keep your manager and friends in check. It was so unprofessional and rude of them to keep ordering bottles to our section without consulting me. Even some of your friends were sending bottles to random tables outside of our section. I was hosting a brand deal and half of the stuff I sent my team for approval to post was scrapped because of the other stuff that was in my pictures and videos. 

Speaking of videos, a few of the ones I got recorded where you can hear your manager talking mad shit about Miriam. I couldn't hear as I was recording but my team caught them when they were sorting to see what was salvageable. As you know, everyone rides for Miriam. She's literally the moment right now and people would not hesitate to come for your manager and for you."

"Thanks for letting me know." Jack simply said.

"On a lighter note, you did amazing and have fun at the Grammys tomorrow. I'll be rooting for you and Nas." Winnie said.

They said their goodbyes. Jack watched her meet up with her boyfriend and other friends. Before he went inside, he looked down at the receipt and it was over fifty grand. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He pulled out his phone and venmoed Katalina for what she paid. 

Chris poked his head out. "Who was at the door?" He asked Jack. 

"Winnie, she gave me this." Jack handed him the receipt. "Miriam's sister paid for it."

"Jesus," Chris cursed, seeing the total.

"Not to mention she was telling me that she couldn't complete her contract because the guys were ordering things that they weren't supposed to and Neelam was talking shit about Miriam in the background of her videos." He sighed.

"Neelam was talking shit about Miriam? You're kidding." His manager asked. Jack shook his head. "And she was drinking on the job." 

"It's not the first time she does any of those two things. Is there a way we can fire her or something?"

"Unfortunately no, she's part of Generation Now and they're in charge of everything with tour and your album. You have a five album contract with them and you're barely on your second album rollout." Chris explained. "Our hands are tied."

Jack's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, hoping it was Miriam. It wasn't. Winnie had sent him some of the videos she recorded. He watched all of them and as he predicted Neelam was the one who instigated everything. 

"Let's go inside and collect your things." Chris said.

"...she's got an ass and some tits but what else does she bring to the table?" Nemo said, not realizing Jack had walked in. The guys all cleared their throats, hoping he'd get the hint, but he didn't. He kept going. "Miriam is just some rich bitch who gets off making people feel like shit."

Jack had enough of people talking shit about his girlfriend, and played one of the videos. His phone had been connected to a speaker earlier while he got ready in the green room. 

"'Miriam is so fucking pathetic and ugly. It's clear money can't buy you class, but it can buy off people for you to win an Oscar for stupid ass movie.'"

"Here's another one." Jack said, playing another video. 

"'Did you fucking pay for that? Of course you didn't. You're some rich entitled brat that thinks everything is at your service.'"

"I got plenty more videos." He said, keeping his gaze on Neelam. "One where you call me a spineless weasel and another where you claim that you own me. I hope you know how lucky we all are that I got the videos. The person who sent them to me could have easily sold them and we all would have been fucked."

Everyone was quiet, watching Jack grab his things. He turned to friends. "You guys owe Miriam's sister fifty grand for covering your bottle service."

With that Jack left. His bodyguard guided him to the SUV. Everyone could take the van. He had originally planned on leaving in the SUV with Miriam and spend the rest of the night fucking each other, but after tonight he wasn't even sure she wanted to see him. 

He pulled his phone out and checked his messages. There were several from Miriam, mostly gibberish. She doesn't have the best grammar when she's drunk. He got one from Mede, summarizing what had happened at the club. Jack locked his phone and sighed. Of course there's a shitshow the night before the biggest night of his career. 

*

The following day was chaotic to say the least. Jack had been up since early in the morning. He went to pick his parents up at the airport and after he met up with Lil Nas X for rehearsals. They did a run through with the other performers. Next thing he knew he was being ushered out of the red carpet back to the trailers where all the performers were going. 

“Isn’t that Mriam’s trailer?” his mom asked, pointing at the trailer with ‘Dominguez, M.’ on the door.

“Yeah, it is.” Jack said. 

“Let’s go say hi.” Maggie said, leading the family to the trailer. 

Jack smoothed his suit jacket and knocked. He was nervous. With how hectic today was, he hadn’t had a chance to talk to Miriam. Though they waved at each other when they were doing dress rehearsals. 

“Hi!” Mede’s toddler said, opening the door.

Mede came trailing behind him. “Sebas, no abras las puertas sin mi.” she placed him on her hip and smiled at Jack and his family. “Hi, come in.” 

She led them to the sitting area where Miriam’s sister and their grandparents were. Mede handed Sebas to Claudia and rushed to Miriam’s dressing room. 

“Biiitch,” she said.

“What?” Miriam asked, deciding on what shoes she should wear for her performance. 

“Your man and his family are here.” 

“Say sike.” she frowned. 

“I wish I was.” 

“Fuck, okay. Let me just…” she picked up a pillow and screamed into it. She tossed it to the side and smiled, her right eye twitching. “Let’s go.”

Miriam slipped on her black red bottoms and smoothed out her dress. Soni designed a black off the shoulder gown with a sequin detailing material, full sleeves, embellished, and a very low cut sweetheart neckline. It was form-fitting with a straight skirt that reached her ankles and there was a slit in the back so she could walk.

When they left the dressing room, Jack and his parents were making small talk with her grandparents. Back in January, he met Miriam’s other grandma when they were in San Jose for his California shows. Mede went to Claudia and Katalina who were watching Sebas explain his Paw Patrol toys to Clay. 

“Hi!” Miriam said, hugging Jack from the side. 

“Hey.” he said, leaning down to kiss her but stopped himself. 

“Wait, hold the pose.” Katalina said, with her phone out. “My mom said to get lots of pictures.”

Suddenly everyone pulled out their phones and took pictures of the couple. Claudia and Mede jumped in positioning the couple into corny prom poses. 

“I think y’all got enough.” Jack told his parents. He turned to Miriam and quietly asked, “ can we talk?”

“I have to change. We go after Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak and–”

“Five minutes,” he insisted.

“Okay.” she nodded.

Miriam led him to her room. 

“I’m sorry about last night. I got drunk–not that it excuses my actions– but I just…”

“Miriam,” Jack held her hands in his. “I’m sorry they said all that shit to you. It was unprofessional of Neelam to be even drinking and mingling. You’ve been tense from

“All I'm saying is that she’s lucky that Kat held me back.” she mumbled, making Jack snort. “Is she in trouble for drinking?”

“Yes, but because she’s technically part of Generation Now, me and Chris can’t do much. On top of that, I can’t leave the label because I have a five album contract with them.”

“You wanted to leave GN?” Miriam asked, confused. 

“Yeah, the way they handle some things…is not ideal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for everything they’ve done for me, but…you know?”

“Yeah, I get you.” she nodded.

Miriam hugged him, squeezing him a little tighter. Even in her six inch heels, she was still short, so Jack hugged her head. He pulled away and leaned down to capture her lips. She moaned into his mouth. Jack’s hands made their way down to her ass. With both hands, he kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his dress pants. Miriam held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jack kept moving Miriam’s hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally let them go and wrapped his arms around her waist as they continued their makeout session.

There was a knock from her dressing room. Mede popped her head in the room. “Miri, one of the producers is looking for you. You have ten minutes to meet with the rest of the cast.” she said before closing the door. 

“That’s my cue.” Jack nodded. He sponged kisses all over her face and pulled away. “Break a leg, superstar.” 

*

Corey Hawkins carried Miriam after their performance and sat her on one of the giant boxes. The cast members all saw her fall. The adrenaline wore off and all Miriam felt was pain and embarrassment. 

"What's going on?" Mede said with concern. When she saw Miriam rubbing her knee, she knew it was finally time to put her degree to use. She turned to one of the backstage crew members. "Let me look at her knee. I'm an RN, I got my bachelors from UCLA." 

The crew member nodded and stepped aside so Mede could look at Miriam's knee. 

"Hun, what happened?" she asked. She was watching from the backstage cameras but they didn’t show anything. 

"My knee gave out when I hopped off the table during ‘Blackout’. I fucked up the performance!" Miriam sobbed. "What if I tore my ACL again and I have to get surgery again? I can't have that, I start filming this week and we're behind because they're waiting for me to come back. I don't wanna drop the project!"

"Miriam, I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?" Mede asked her. She looked over her shoulder and saw a lot of people staring at them. She motioned Beto to clear the area for her. 

"Hey, is everything alright?" Jack asked when he approached them. 

He was front in center while she was performing. She was doing amazing as always, and hit her note in ‘96,000’ and when the lights went out for the song, he saw her miss the chair and fall on her bad knee. The rest of the performance she sang and danced with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

Lil Nas X was behind him with a pair of crutches. "We saw you eat shit, so I stole these from SZA."

“Nas," he said, nodding over to crying Miriam.

"Shit, sorry." He mumbled, hugging the crutches. 

“Babe, we have to go to the ER and get x-rays. You might not have torn anything but just to make sure you didn’t sprain your knee.” Mede told Miriam.

She nodded, there was no point in fighting it. Mede has this mom voice that just makes you do things. Miriam looked up, finally seeing Jack and Lil Nas X. More tears pooled around her eyes. She made grabby arms at Jack. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back as she started crying again.

“I don’t wanna miss your lil dance.” she said, sniffling.

“It’ll be on tv.” Jack reassured her. They rested their foreheads against each other. 

“Claudia is getting our things and she already told your sister and grandparents.” Mede said, reading from her phone. “Okay love birds break it up. We gotta make sure this one didn’t fuck up her knee.”

Jack pulled Miriam to a kiss. Mede and Lil Nas X watching the couple passionately make out like a couple from the 1920s when the guy is about to board a train that’s gonna take him to the war. A medic golf cart pulled up, making the couple pull apart. The medic came and checked out Miriam's knee, giving them the same response Mede gave them a few minutes ago. 

The golf cart drove Miriam to another van where Mede and Beto rode with her to the hospital. Three hours later and several x-rays later, it was revealed that Miriam strained her knee. The past few weeks of hours of rehearsals really took a toll on her knee. But now she has to have her knee in a knee-brace and use crutches for two weeks. The ER doctor wrote her a doctor's note for her to give the production team explaining that she couldn’t do any running, stunts or any other strenuous movements that require her on her feet for long periods of time. 

Beto drove her to the hotel where Jack was staying. Her family flew back to California after she begged them to. They wanted to go to the ER with her and see what the doctors had to say but she started crying again. They took the hint and went home. 

Dressed in only his hoodie, Miriam mindlessly scrolled through twitter while she waited for Jack. She was trending, but not for what she thought she was. Apparently In the Heights won the grammy for best soundtrack, making her a grammy winner. A lot of people praised her singing. Other people pointed out she was crying so they assumed she was just being emotional until someone posted a video of her at the ER. Which grannerd more praise for her because she kept going. 

She exited out of the bird app and went on Instagram. She pulled up several pictures and videos from when she was a kid and saw the Broadway production to when she was in the Oakland production of ‘In the Heights’ to when she filmed the movie to recently when she was rehearsing for the Oscars and Grammys. She wrote a long and sappy caption about how it was an honor to be a part of the musical. She also thanked Karen Olivo for being such an inspiration. 

“Miriam?” Jack called her when he arrived at his suite. 

 After the ceremony, he went on a group dinner with his family friends and some of his team members. He was gonna ditch the dinner and go to the hospital, but Miriam made him go to the dinner.

“I’m in here.” she yelled from the bedroom. 

He walked in and handed her a to-go bag. Mede texted him to make sure Miriam ate because she hadn’t eaten since lunch, so he brought her back some pasta. 

“I asked them to make the meat sauce with Italian sausage.” he said, watching her look into the bag.

“I don’t want Italian sausage. I want some Kentuckian sausage.” Miriam said, reaching to undo his pants.

“Miriam, we’re not fucking.” he said, pushing her hands away.

“Why?” she began to pout. 

“You’re injured.” Jack said, undressing and changing into sweats. 

"I'm fine."

"We're not fucking in your condition, Miriam"

“I’m pretty tired. How about we go to bed with you inside me?” she blinked her eyes innocently at him.

“Fine but if you move, imma make you sleep on the couch.” he warned her.

Miriam gasped and touched her chest. “You’re gonna make me sleep there in my condition.”

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[repairingtomorrow]

Kiriko Yamagami (Origin Story)

To Master List

Centuries ago, when the dragon brothers walked the earth, war engulfed Japan and they needed a messenger. They called upon a legendary warrior and healer from Kanezaka, and gifted her with a fox companion to help. Her name was lost to time, but her actions were legendary. Near the end of the war, she and her companion were discovered and gravely wounded. In an attempt to save their lives, the Dragon of the North Wind had used one of his scales to save the both of them. They lived on, and continued their service to the brothers until their natural deaths. But the story did not end there. The scale connected them to the Shimada bloodline, but they could not host them. So, a Tetsuzan Shrine was built to honor the duo, and a miko was assigned to house the kami and perform the same tasks she did ages ago.

My grandmother was the last miko before me, and I was about to become the next one to house the kami.

It was the the day of the ceremony. My nerves were high and I wrung my hands to keep them from shaking. Hanzo and Grammy were putting a shroud around me: He noticed my apprehension and squeezed my shoulder. "You'll be okay, Kiriko. I know it's not exactly the same, but I was nervous when I was getting my dragons." "I suppose, but your dragons are still you. This isn't me, it's someone or something else." I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. Grammy smiled at me. "I felt the same, dear, but the kami became a lifelong friend to me. She will be the same to you." She said, and the two of them put a freezing cold blanket around me.

After a few agonizingly cold minutes, the three of us left the room to the main hall of the shrine. Genji was sitting with his father and Kasumi, one of the elders' daughters. They were distant cousins, but we were all good friends. She gave me a small nod and a smile, and I couldn't help but smile back a bit. Genji seemed uncomfortable, and his father irritated. I ignored it, since it wasn't my current concern. Grammy showed me and Hanzo where to kneel, and I followed her instructions. She knelt across from me, rang the summoning bell, then she gave it to me.

Grandmother started to chant, and I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath, and started meditating: I needed to 'open my heart' to the kami. I thought about my future, how I'm going to serve my city like my grandmothers before me. My heart began to race despite my shivering. I joined in her chanting, feeling comfortable enough to do so. I opened my eyes and peered through my shroud. We locked eyes: Grammy's eyes were glowing a blue-green color, and the same colored energy flowed around her. It began to surround me, and it felt like a cold rush of water. I couldn't tell if it's because of the chill going through me, or if it was the power of the kami. Instinctively, I rung the summoning bell and the energy rushed from my grandmother to me. Then, everything went black.

I opened up my eyes, and I was still kneeling in the shrine. Everyone was gone, and the lighting seemed different. I looked around when I noticed a woman standing by the entrance of the shrine. She had long black hair, and was wearing an elegantly designed yukata. "You're...her." I was in awe. I've heard so much about her, and to finally meet her was crazy. She looked over her shoulder at me. "It's good to finally meet you, Kiriko. I've heard so much about you." The spirit didn't sound too happy, but I'd imagine being around for centuries like this is not all that fun. "I could say the same thing about you." I chuckled awkwardly, walking closer. She had this 'don't touch or get close to me' kind of energy, but we are stuck with each other.

The kami chuckled, and I stood next to her. "It will be refreshing to be in a younger body. I apologize if that sounds strange." I nervously laughed. "It's fine, all of this will just take some getting used to." "Agreed, I promise I won't intrude too much. I keep to myself." That did reassure me a bit. It didn't dispel all my worries, but I'll have to get used to it. "Perhaps we can work together. The Hashimotos are a blight to innocent people, and the Shimadas are not much better." What did she mean by that? Sojiro has been kind to me and the people in our cities. "I don't believe you. The Shimadas have protected us for centuries." I spat, glaring at her. The kami didn't react. "Yes, they have. But in more recent decades, they have become as bad as the people they claim to fight. They were good people ages ago. You'll see in time, I suppose." She waved her hand dismissively, and everything went dark.

My eyes snapped open, and I sat up in my bed. I had a heated blanket on me, and I was sweating from it. Hanzo was in my room, looking out a window. "Good to see you awake." He said, glancing over to me. I just stared at him--at the tattoo on his left arm specifically. I grabbed his arm, rolled up the sleeve and examined it: it had a soft light blue glow to it, energy flowing through the markings. He pulled his arm away. "I guess the ritual worked." He said, putting his sleeve down. "Sorry, I just noticed something...different about it." "How do you feel now? Since you seem to have merged with the spirit." He asked. I looked at my hands, still thinking about what she said. How could people like Hanzo, Kasumi, or even Genji be evil as she claims to be? I look over at him, as he waited for an answer. "I feel fine. Things will take some getting used to, though." He nodded. "I felt the same when I got my dragons."

"Hanzo, do you like your family?" I asked him after a few minutes of silence. He grew pale at the question, then cleared his throat and regained his composure. "What do you mean?" I shrugged. "How about this, then. Do you love your father and brother?" He was deep in thought for a while. "Of course. I love them both with all I have." Hanzo didn't really sound sincere, but I didn't want to push it. "Do you think the rest of your family is evil?" He looked at me, confused. "Where is this coming from, Kiriko?" "I-I don't know. The kami said some things that made me question...a lot of stuff." Hanzo sighed and sat next to me. "The kami has been working with our family for centuries. She would've said something by now if she was unhappy." I opened my mouth to speak when I heard her voice. Hm, he acts as if I have a choice. The Shimadas need me as much as I need you. I froze. Hanzo didn't pay attention to me as he got up to leave. "I should let you rest. Let you get used to things." He whispered, walking out of my room.

I've thought about what the spirit said for a long time. Three years later, I've gotten used to the kami's presence but she didn't want to say more on the topic of the Shimadas all that time. But everything started to go wrong very quickly. Sojiro was assassinated by a Hashimoto sniper, and they tried to kill Genji too; They only hit his right shoulder though. I was walking through the private infirmary the Shimadas had, worrying far too much about everything. Lost in my thoughts, I bumped into someone in the hallway. "Oh! I'm sorry!" I shouted, stopping and turning to the man. "Don't worry 'bout it, miss." He replied and looked over his shoulder at me as he kept walking: He had an accent that definitely wasn't from around here. I paused for a moment, then I walked into Genji's room.

Genji was sitting up on the bed, staring out the window deep in thought. I tapped on the doorway, and he gestured for me to come in. "Hi, Sparrow. How are you feeling?" I walked over to him, combing my thumb over the ofuda in my hands. "I've been better...and also worse." He replied, sounding rather out of it. "Who was that walking out of your room? I bumped into him, and he said sorry with a rather interesting accent." Genji let out a dry chuckle. "He's...a friend of mine, a tourist from America. He was just coming by to see how I was doing." I nodded, staring at his bandaged shoulder. He avoided looking at me, like he was hiding something. "What's going on, Genji? You know you can talk to me, I'm good at keeping secrets. It's kind of my job." I told him, touching my fingers to his shoulder. He flinched and moved his shoulder away, which made him wince from the pain.

"It's nothing to concern yourself about, Kiri. It's my business, not yours." I couldn't help but feel hurt at what he said. There was a time not too long ago where we could talk about anything. "Is it about Sojiro? I know you where there--" "Just drop it, Kiriko." He snapped, glaring. I stared into his gray, green-flecked eyes. After a few heartbeats, he turned away from me again. I grabbed the ofuda and forcefully pressed it to his shoulder without warning. He let out a hiss and he swore at me. "Was that necessary?!" He growled. I gave him a dismissive hand wave. "Don't make the healer angry if you want nice treatment." I joked, watching the ofuda disappear into his shoulder with a soft yellow light. He let out a quiet sigh, his pain presumably lessening. "...Thank you." Genji muttered. He still looked tense, but there was nothing I could do if he didn't want to talk to me. So, I got up and left, but I stopped at the door. "You can talk to me anytime you want to, Sparrow. I hope you know that."

That was the last time I spoke to him. He wasn't at his father's funeral a few weeks later--I should've pushed him to talk to me back in that infirmary. The Hashimotos finished what they started: They broke into the Shimada compound and killed him. After Genji died, Hanzo left Hanamura and abandoned us. The Shimada elders struggled without their leader, and after a year, they collapsed and disbanded. We were all thrown to the mercy of the tigers.

But it's not the time to be living in regret anymore. The Hashimotos only keep increasing the stranglehold they have on our city, and we're sick of it. I've formed the Yōkai, and we started a war on them; even Kasumi and her gang joined in. Every time they fight, we fight back: Everything they take, we take back.

Sooner or later, they will all know that Kanezaka is under our protection.

(Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Unfortunately, I've realized the reality of the situation of Kiriko's abilities and decided to make them magic, same thing with the brothers. Even before Kiriko, the dragon magic never really seemed to make sense and I'm not buying the "it's not magic" bullshit, either give an explanation or admit you can't make it operate without magic. Sorry for the mini rant, just wanted to explain some things.)

#overwatch #kiriko yamagami #kiriko #my overwatch rewrite #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #i swear this is not an excuse to write for genji again #also there's technically an oc here too

[whoreforlarrystuff]

Let me start with saying that am a larrie.. this year the concept of them together seems for fetched and feels like people are trying really hard in proving and linking HL when in reality nothing has indicated that being true.. blue green outfits mean literally nothing at this point.. i sometimes feel like they do that to fuel the hl drama and they know that they just need to combine 2 colours and larries run with it. It is like they are gaining more by doing less.. see even how pleasing is kind of using it to market. They know that even to criticize larries share their product in which harry is involved with his own interest .. I never understood why with the years worth of content others call larries delusional but these days I feel like may be it is true.. we are very quick to say that any women h is seen with as stunt.. men he is seen with are just friends or team members. You don't bring a personal trainer to every show and even if you are crazy to be in shape because now h has got world attention at more higher level or because he wants be fit enough to perform at that level but you don't keep them in the vip area or bring them to grammy or sing to them or bring them for lunch with family & friends, look for them during performance unlike how you treat your rest of the crew.. I know some are just not trying to see the point and brush it off saying he is his worker who at this point might've become his friend because of the time they spend together... and then L is running with a different group if people altogether and trying to steer clear of anything that is harry. Please don't say that it is more the reason of them being together. Nothing has stopped him doing that before... The fond look louis used to have when harry was brought up in interviews is no longer there and now it's more like let's this question related to him over.. sorry, this is long.. but H who never curses on stage atleast in the mic however his fuck you in coachella was very personal and targeted(to louis i felt) after which I've seen the shift.. cause before that louis had worn Maison shirt, white purple checked shirt, you are home page had put coordinates pointing to louis.. But after coachella it has been different(louis blocking hld which is like the famous larry account out there which i dont think he blocked because of announcement that was in the open area).. at this point I feel like HL are also using larries.. H is kind of someone who wants all parts of his fandom happy.. remember when the songs were leaked how targeted they were. Already home to larries, him/trouble to haylors, complicated freak or baby honey to harries?? So yea at this point HL being together is more like a concept which they and their team are using to make money. May be they also does not want to reminded of eachother just like in case of any exes.. but them being in this profession and having a relentless fanbase who are hell bent on proving them being together they just don't wanna add any fuel anymore.. I know it's not your responsibility to convince me or others and one can keep believing what feels right..

Hi Love!

I feel like every time we get a new stunt, I see lots of people being like “oh, maybe this time it’s real” etc.

In regards to Brad being at the show. While I fully agree that H doesn’t *need* his personal trainer with him, some people like to work out with others / have a better work out when working out with others. I’ve said before I don’t totally know what Brads role is for H- sometimes it seems like he’s security in a way? It’s also possible they’re friends, and you would want your friends at shows? The Brad situation is one that I honestly feel like people pay too much attention to, and it’s made it more of a thing than it ever was.

I think at this point, the Blue/Greening isn’t so much of a signal/way of telling us something as it is a “we know you know we know” kinda thing? I agree that Pleasing seems to Larrie Bait a bit- especially with the smiley face on the nails.

Couples are allowed to have different friends- and Louis is very clearly close with his tour group, and from everything he has said/done, they’re like a family to him.

I think if they were truly exs, we wouldn’t get the bluegreening, we wouldn’t get pleasing posting Larry related things etc.

I’ve often found that H & L will do something, and we won’t discover the true extent of why until much later.

I’m not sure I’ve hit all of the points in your ask, but I’m about to leave for work, so I wanted to at least answer some of them!

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #larry

[icanseethefuture333]

exactly the album is only one week old i swear instant gratification is ruining this generation’s perception, i 1000% agree on the feminist themes/lyrics are not accepted especially by the Korean society but that’s the main reason why i like this group we have very few female idols who would explicitly say the things soyeon would say in her songs or her performances for example her calling out MAMA awards judges “stupid men” 😭 i love powerful women but we don’t have enough of them especially in the k-pop industry and that’s why i support this group tbh

I just find it crazy in comparison how artists in the 90s had actual albums going diamond just by having fans simply buying their records and to get the song to stream someone would have to request it to be on the radio. If the song was received well that's when it would go viral. Nowadays it's just like people plan streaming parties on Spotify and YouTube and it's like the thought is nice, but that's not even genuine? Yeah I agree! Gidle definitely stands out talent wise. The MAMAs is honestly like the Grammy's in a way. It can be really biased at times. I think there are powerful women in the kpop industry but it also depends on what your definition of a "powerful" woman is. Feminism looks different for everyone and it doesn't necessarily have to be the "girl crush" concept yk? I think female idols in their own way all show great strength and endurance because they have to face unhealthy beauty standards, excessively exercise/have to worry about maintaining their beauty & youth, and can't even talk about being a feminist or misogyny in general without the fear of being canceled. For example, I remember when Pristin talked about their menstrual cycle with Heechul in a interview. That must be excruciating to have to perform and have cramps when you are hardly allowed to take a break during that time!

#ask #anon #kpop #feminism

[straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept]

the one thing i really, really don't understand about kaylors is that karlie pretty definitively stabbed taylor in the back and did it publicly.

like, we know taylor, she's written songs over weaker betrayals. being in an instagram photo with the man who literally stole taylor's music from her not long after he did it is like

if that's not ending a friendship that is 100% ending any romantic relationship. because how do you trust someone after they pull a dick move like that? like i get that he's her manager but like

she could have said no to the photo.

That's what's so embarrassing about being a gaylor, anon.

We have people in this community who are right about kaylor being real in 2014 but who have fallen into a conspiracy theory black-hole where they have basically wasted six years of their lives on this "joe is a beard theory." It's like, dude, yeah, folklore and evermore are very very sapphic, I agree.

But it's not a fucking happy ending? Like, it's like they hear "long story short" and "invisible string" and they believe that somehow, it all worked out in the end? IDEK, but it's time to go, hoax, the great war, and my tears ricochet explicitly point to their romantic relationship ending and like being OVER OVER. She wrote maroon about the bitch, like, it's over. She put her in the same category as jake/john with the RED era. Like, I think it's time to let it fucking go. Don't even get me started on the absolute insanity of karlie's baby being taylor's or whatever. It's pure insanity.

I think the issue is that with Karlie, Taylor was unhealthy and therefore, very fucking public about her relationships. It didn't start in 1989, but it peaked then. And so, kaylors especially are stuck in 1989 where they wish taylor was as available to them as she once was. They hate how private she is with her relationship with Joe. They often claim that having pap photos of the two together means that their relationship is "fake," but taylor has never said she wanted to HIDE her relationship, she has only ever said she doesn't want to discuss it with the public. That's very different. She sings about Joe all the time in her music, she brings him occasionally with her to events because she's not ashamed or wants them to HIDE. She just doesn't want her relationship to be the topic of conversation in media interviews.

It's so wild, because like, girl we have photos of real couples going on pap walks. Like paid pap walks. Is everyone in hollywood in a beard contract? I don't understand the logic that goes into 2023 kaylor theories because they're so fucking delusional. You really have to focus on like one lyric or one part of a performance or one sentence in an interview to really pretend like any of these theories hold any water. Like "i think he knows i want you" is apparently evidence that joe is a beard but she literally spends the WHOLE song talking about how horny a man is making her??????????

Don't even get me fucking started on grammygate. Like, THEY are the ones who started with the assumption that "joe doesn't deserve to win a grammy for folklore" but there is no EVIDENCE for that, especially not for taylor swift just handing that shit over to anyone. Are you guys serious? I think that's what gets them still, is this insane conspiracy that grammygate is a real, proven theory because obviously joe can't have worked on folklore with taylor. Without grammygate, midnights would have been so poorly received by kaylors.

They hear taylor sing "i find myself running home to your sweet nothings" and think she's talking about her mother. Like, it's gross at this point how delusional they are.

IDK, I'm here because I want Taylor's queerness to be respected by the swiftie fandom and conspiracy kaylors are very off-putting to normal people who see the gay shit but think in order to accept the gay shit, they HAVE to accept grammygate/joe is a beard to validate taylor's bisexuality. Like, the eras tour is so fucking gay of her I cannot believe it.

But when you have people on here who are literally looking at nails and thinking taylor fucking fisted a bitch at her after-grammys party (because in that photo, ALL the nails look short. Did she insert ALL her fingers into a vagina??? or are u completely ignoring the muna photos where the tips are very visible still as well as the fact that camera angles matter), hetlors are going to refuse to accept taylor's queerness because it's wrapped up with delusion.

Like, karma being a rainbow flag???? august into illicit affairs into my tears ricochet? lavender folklore dress? the bisexual lighting of lover era and enchanted???????????

Taylor literally liking a post that says shes a bunch of rainbow emojis and it shows in 2019??????????????

I want normal swifties to understand it's not an all-or-nothing scenario. You CAN see the gayness without thinking she's fucking a married mother still, you know??????

this has been a rant lmfao but yeah, I want swifties to stop invalidating taylor's bisexuality on all sides of the aisle.

#taylor swift #swifties #gaylor #kaylor #the eras tour #ask and you shall receive #anon love

[taeyongfmd]

@fmdduri

there’s an emptiness that always comes with crowds. he’s just better at fighting it when he’s happier or far enough under the influence not to notice, he supposes. neither good spirits nor blackout drunkenness have been granted to him this evening, so he lingers along the edges of the party and watches the clock.

he hadn’t wanted to come at all; polaris has a flight out to los angeles in only a few hours and a performance on the grammy stage in about twenty-four hours. it’s not that he’s unused to performing on no sleep, but he’d rather be holed up in an la hotel room than at this afterparty.

when even the outskirts of the gathering get to be too much, he steps out into the cold chill of the outside air and he gleans a sudden understanding of why people keep a pack of cigarettes in their pocket — it gives them an excuse to be slapped back into sense by the seoul winter air when a room gets to be too suffocating.

his feet skid to a stop upon the realization his idea hadn’t been unique. once his eyes adjust to the dimmer lights illuminating the perimeter of the venue, he recognizes the company he’s inadvertently stumbled upon. he hesitates. formalities and pretending in the face of a colleague hardly appeals to him, but if he’s only got too choices, perhaps one is better than a hundred.

he takes a step forward, hand shoved in his pants pockets. “mind if i join you?”

ash pushes himself forward until he’s even with duri and is taken by surprise that he doesn’t seem to quite radiate that golden glow the same tonight. when he thinks of duri, he thinks of someone who exists in a reality entirely separate from his own; one where being some clean cut, ever-smiling role model fits as comfortably as an old sweater instead of a collar spiked inward, cutting off air and bruising skin.

he’s not sure what to say, or if he’s reading too much into duri’s posture altogether, but he’s committed his presence now if duri agrees, so it’d be rude to leave him be. “you need some fresh air too?”

#* | threads. #famedbaseawards #* | fmdduri.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

jimin will be just fine i think, the same people who would have bought his album will as far as the already bts fans go...it's what they are going to do about engaging new people that has me worried. I love jimin I do, I think he is cute in any form he comes in, but that mullet bang hair cut will do him NO favors in the usa. people wonder why radios/new fans/ the public in general don't care for bts....it's because butter, dna, ptd are not songs that are going to be popular nor do any of them deserve a grammy. I would not have been a fan if i had not come around in 2016 and found them. those songs man, the world they created...i wish they could have performed songs in the usa on radio charts now what they did from 2016 to 2017. the world missed out if they aren't willing to look pass the superficial packaging we got with these newer songs that were the only ones to really grace the radios globally.

I also believe that being on the cute side won't really catch much people's attention if we're talking about the US. There can totally be a generally objective conversation about it, and acknowledging facts does in no way mean anything about Jimin. The US music industry is very much sex oriented, most things that blow up (that aren't Taylor Swift) are very sexual. And even Taylor had a really long phase of her career where people talked about her dating life more than they talked about her music. The amount of female rappers like Cardi or Megan that have driven the music industry for the past years... it all has a reason. It's either sex or drama. Even with kpop or when it comes to BTS members themselves, people do flock more eagerly towards something/someone sexy. So, yeah I agree that mullet and bangs and a cute sweet attitude don't really go a long way when it comes to "first impressions" outside of Korea. This doesn't mean anything particular about Jimin himself as an artist or person, it just talks about what people are more easily attracted to. If I think about Jimin's brighest moments, those that "will go down in history" (as far as people's memories go) it's always been colored hair or a sophisticated hairstyle, and really just quite different from mullet and bangs. It's not even about the hairstyle itself tbh because JK rocks it a very different way. I think it might actually be one of JK's best haircuts yet. But on Jimin it really does make him look so much younger ahahsjhfsjd

That, as a general commentary. None of that opinion actually speaks about the music or his performances. That hasn't happened yet, and I'm sure everyone will be discussing that in due time. Maybe he won't have black hair or a mullet and bangs for when he gets to post-release schedules. I don't know. I personally hope he won't, especially if he'll do promo in the US. As someone brought up in a different ask, his hair was blonde for some time in December.

On the other hand, I think here's where what you said comes into play "the world missed out if they aren't willing to look pass the superficial packaging we got with these newer songs that were the only ones to really grace the radios globally." So, like even if Jimin does promo with a vest and bangs, maybe someone will look pass the superficial packaging and check out his music. I think also that it's just brilliant that he already has a reputation of being an amazing performer and having great music, because just as first impressions are important, reputation also has a lot of weight when people decide to check out a new song or not. If you've liked someone's work once, you will come back for more and that is a universal truth, no matter how differente we all are, we're all the same in that matter.

DNA... that's mother, I'm sorry. I still feel a rush of dopamine when I hear the whistle at the beginning. I wholeheartedly agree about PTD and butter, to my own personal taste; but I'm fairly sure that BS&T for example wouldn't have blown up because it wasn't an english song. It's fair to acknowledge that they got so much more "out there" in the USA after dynamite and butter, even if the songs aren't of the greatest quality. It was huge for BTS career. And that's one example of how talking about certain facts doesn't change other things. It was their greatest moment in terms of success and achievements, but personally they were all struggling and really just feeling done with the group.

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

HOW COME NONE OF Y'ALL TOLD ME THERE'S A WHOLE SONG + VIDEO OF ADELE AND MEGAN?!?! 😂😂

#vids #this is legit the best thing I've ever watched #I laughed and jammed the whole time #someone get them to agree to perform this as the grammy's #please #Youtube

[gucciwins]

Leather and Lace

The one where Harry goes to the Grammy's and Y/N is his date

Word count: 4,960

A/N: Hello beautiful friends! Harry at the Grammy's just blew me away, the leather look is all I want to talk about for the rest of my life.

I was feeling inspired and decided it was only fitting to continue Adore You. Part two is Three Time following nominations. So this is part three. Yes, I have a soft spot for Harry and Atticus. Will always write for them if the inspiration strikes.

warnings: smut (female pleasure), pandemic

There's been one thought running through Y/N's head for most of the day, and Harry can tell because it's nearing five pm and she has not started on dinner. Instead, she's sitting on the backyard steps that give her the beautiful view of the pacific ocean, an empty glass of wine in hand.

Harry doesn't say anything, just sits next to her, knowing she will speak when she's ready, but he also knows she enjoys the quiet moments with him.

Y/N leans her head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath before settling down the wine glass to wrap her arms around his bicep.

"You asked me an important question."

"Wasn't that important." He shrugs.

"Harry," No nickname making sure he knows she's serious. "It is important. You asked me to be your date to the Grammys where you're opening the show and are a three-time nominee during a pandemic."

"Well, when you put it like that." He teases.

Y/N and Harry made two years of dating on February 16. To celebrate, they had dinner from their favorite Italian food place with chocolate strawberries for dessert that Atticus made for them with the help of Mitch and Sarah, who were more than pleased to take him for the night. It was a beautiful day primarily spent in bed talking and enjoying each other, reminding each other how much they were loved and would continue to be as years went on.

Two years and their relationship has been well hidden. Honestly, Jeff has been impressed at how not one word has gotten out. This may be due to only close friends and family knowing about the relationship. Also that they spent almost one entire year inside due to this ongoing pandemic.

She's not worried about others finding out about her relationship with Harry; that isn't her big concern; it is what they will say about her and Atticus. Harry is a single dad to the world, and Atticus is his first priority, and everyone knows that; she does not want to be the reason they write about how Harry is a neglecting father for dating someone so openly. She fears the backlash and how it can affect how Harry sees her.

Reasonably, Y/N knows that won't happen and that Harry sees her as his life partner as he's told her on multiple occasions. Also, the assurance that Atticus gives to her by calling her Mum more openly around their family. The constant I love you's get her through it.

"I understand if you aren't ready, love."

"Don't think I'll ever be ready, but there are lots of times where I just find myself wanting to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you." Harry smiles, knowing he's felt the exact same way.

"Yes, I'll be your date to the Grammys." She breathes out after a moment of silence.

Harry sits up straight, shifting to make her look him in the eyes. "Yeah, you will?"

"I'd be honored."

Harry's smile is breathtaking, and the next thing she knows, his lips are on hers. It's passionate and full of thank you's because she knows how much this means to him.

He pulls back but not before pecking her lips twice.

"I'm going to call Jeff." Harry rushes inside, leaving her alone once more, but a sincere smile is left on her face.

Y/N said yes because even though a part of her wanted to say no, the urge to say yes won because to be there by his side holding his hand no matter the results win her over.

She says yes because as much as she may have wanted to say no, the urge to say yes and be there by his side, holding his hand no matter the results, wins her over.

Harry comes back ten minutes later, a bottle of champagne in hand, with his eyes shining bright as if he had already won the award. "Jeff said it's all set. He's going to be our third wheel for the night."

She laughs, knowing very well he loves when Jeff has to be around them without his wife now. Always teasing him, but also very happy for him.

"Pop that open then! Let us celebrate." They walk back into the house, getting glasses, when they hear small steps approaching them.

Atticus is thrilled at hearing the news about Harry performing at the Grammys. He got even more excited when he found out Harry was taking Y/N as his date. Told them that she would be the prettiest on the carpet, Harry had pouted, asking what about him. Only to agree when Atticus said no one's beauty compares to his Mum's.

Harry had asked Glenne to watch over Atticus, and she eagerly accepted. They let Atticus know, and he was over the moon excited. Atticus knew his Auntie Glenne had a hard time saying no to him.

In a different time, if there was no pandemic, Harry knows Atticus and Y/N would have been the perfect dates for what is supposed to be a joyous night.

Grammy day arrived, and Harry walked the red carpet alone.

It's something all three agreed on, not at all wanting to steal any attention when it was such a big debut for Harry. As much as Harry wanted photos with her, he knew this was the way to go; she would be sitting next to him for the rest of the night, which he was thankful for.

Harry felt comfortable and happy in his red carpet look. He was wearing a green and yellow check tweed jacket and a tartan sweater combo worn, flared trousers, and lavender boa. It was a bit different but entirely himself, and that's all he wanted.

As soon as he's done posing for photos, he has his mask back on and is ushered into his changing room to change for his performance happening very soon.

Y/N is waiting in there chatting with Sarah, and when Harry opens the door, he's taken back by her beauty. Yes, he saw her dressed at home, but she seems like a dream here in this new light. Y/N is wearing a lilac satin backless dress, a long slit going up her left leg. She's wearing gold heels that their wonderful friend Harry Lambert acquired for her. The gold primrose signet ring adorned her right-hand ring finger. A few more that she has gifts from her mother and others she bought for herself, but his attention is on the one he gives her because even as she is in a conversation with someone she's fidgeting with, she has the feel of it under her fingers.

"Clear the room, friends," Jeff announces. "Styles here has to get ready. We can start heading to the stage."

Everyone is up and out in a matter of seconds, Jeff shutting the door behind him, telling him he only has fifteen minutes.

More than enough.

"Are you going to help me or just sit there ogling me?"

She smirks. "If I help, there's no saying you'll get clothes on in time."

Harry feels a twitch in his trousers and knows she's right. He huffs, not bothering to argue, just throwing his lavender boa in her direction.

"I'll always accept a striptease."

"I should have had Jeff kick you out as well," Harry says, not meaning a single word.

Y/N pouts. "Not nice, H."

"Baby, please. No more teasing, not really a fan of going on television with a boner, especially in leather." Harry stops her before she can continue on.

"Alright, I'll behave."

Harry breathes a sigh of relief because he's always so close to caving in. She has that effect on him.

Y/N sits there, turned on by Harry changing his outfit. What she wishes she was home instead because watching and not being able to touch is absolute torture.

Harry shimmy himself into the leather pants wanting to get Y/N to laugh, and it works like he knew it would.

"Got a nice ass, Styles. Might have to take it for a ride."

Harry mutters a fuck, and she's giggling. "It's like you hate me."

"On the contrary, I adore you."

"Yeah, well, hand me the jacket, please."

Y/N gets up, the black leather cropped jacket in hand; she stands behind him, guiding him to slip in his left arm, followed by his right. It rests perfectly on his shoulders; she let her hands slide down his arms before turning him around and getting a good look at the completed fit.

She takes a step back as Harry reaches for the mint feathered boa slipping it over his shoulders before dramatically swinging it over his left shoulder. He poses a hand on his hip.

"What's the verdict?" He's biting back a laugh.

"I'm in love. You should ask for my help in designing a look more often." Y/N's gaze has not left his exposed torso. The butterfly fly tattoo starting back at her, Harry's a bit leaner, but he's never looked, fitter. Definitely, feel lucky she can run her fingers over his abs as soon as they get home.

"You recommended no shirt."

"And look how right I was. Your fans are going to go crazy."

"There's only one person I care about going crazy." He steps forward, pressing a kiss to her neck before trailing up to her lips. Leaving soft kisses, not giving her more, and she needs it. She needs him to push her up against a wall and just take her.

"Trust me, baby. I'm showing so must restraint right now. Fuck, you need to walk out now before you're late."

Harry smirks; he likes knowing the effect he has on her. She's the reason he's wearing leather, having confessed thinking he'd look really good. And right she was. "Need a good luck kiss."

Y/N nods, bringing a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, the heels adding a few extra inches making her aligned perfectly with his plump pink lips. She's gentle as she connects their lips; he wraps a hand around her waist before taking control of the kiss, slipping his tongue inside; she lets out a soft moan as he kisses her with all he has. Harry pulls away, a dimpled grin on his face. "Lots of luck in that kiss." a

She nods, still in a daze. "I'll be watching, baby."

Harry and Y/N walk out hand in hand, masks on as they find Jeff, who directs him to the stage entrance, a whispered I love you and a final kiss. He's walking towards the stage, greeting each of his band members lingering a second longer with Sarah.

Y/N was grateful she was allowed to watch the performance from a hidden side stage with Jeff by her side. Those three minutes of Harry singing, she was left in awe as she always is; he's got a way of capturing your full attention. She let out a gasp when Harry threw the boa and turned to have exposed his chest, a broad smile on her face. Jeff was trying to stifle a laugh next to her, and she knew he would be passing this information along.

She felt lucky to be loved by Harry.

As soon as Harry finished performing, Jeff ushered her to his changing room where she could watch the other performances as they waited for Harry to join them once more before going to sit at the socially distanced tables.

Harry came back, a deep smirk on his face, his mint boa now resting on Mitch's neck. "What you think, love?"

"You were wonderful; you and the band just killed it. I felt like it was my first time listening to it. Those note changes were beautiful." She hugs him, happy to have him in her arms again. "Get changed, not much time."

Harry nods, going to the clothes rack but comes back to give Y/N a kiss. She feels herself melt into his touch. She pulls away and sees his green eyes glistening. "Thank you for being here." Before she can respond, he's walked away and changing into his previous outfit.

Harry is dressed, and Jeff ushers them out. Harry leads, greeting people as they walk by, occasionally stopping for someone. Y/N falls behind, smiling at everyone from behind a mask, she laughs, remembering others can't see it, but hopefully, they feel it. She spots a women's restroom and grabs Jeff's arm to get him to stop. He turns concerned. She leans in close, letting him know she's heading to the restroom and will catch up soon.

Y/N is walking out of the restroom heading down the hall when she stops hearing her name called. She turns and finds it's her good friend Julia Michaels.

"Hi darling," Y/N greets a large smile hiding behind her mask. "You look brilliant." Julia was dressed in a black gown adorned with white patterns resembling seashells and her tattoos on full display. Y/N was in awe.

"Thank you! As do you." She says, pulling her in a hug. "Is that a bit of an accent I hear?"

Y/N laughs. "Don't know about that; I've been living in London for years now. Might be that I've been around my British friends constantly."

"That or-"

Julia is interrupted by a man calling her name. Y/N sees it's her boyfriend, JP Saxe.

"Ah, the beau is calling for you, it seems." Y/N teases.

"Oh bummer, I love chatting with you. I would tell you all about him, but I'd expect the same."

"What do you mean?" She feigns confusion, but Julia sees past her.

"Well, who's your date?"

She can feel her face warm, knowing exactly who she's referring to.

"I came with my boyfriend," Y/N answers proudly.

Before Julia can respond, Y/N feels a hand on her back and turns to find Harry behind her. "Calling for us to head to our seats, nominations up next."

"Okay, H." She smiles, knowing there was a look of concern for her hiding behind the mask.

Harry seems to remember she was speaking with someone.

"Hello, Julia, lovely music. This one always plays it around the house." Harry knocks his hip with Y/N's. "Especially this new song that's nominated, she always had it playing. Soon my son was singing it as well. It meant I had to join in. I don't like being the odd one out."

"Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you could all enjoy my music. We've been doing the same. Fine Line is a gorgeous album. Best of luck tonight." Julia tells him sincerely.

"You as well."

"One last thing between us."

"Of course," he nods.

"She's a special one; take real good care of her." Y/N has never been more thankful for a mask because it hides her face that she is slowly starting to heat up.

"I like to think I've been doing a good job, or she wouldn't have stuck around for two years so far."

Julia doesn't hide her shock, her eyes go wide, and Harry just smirks.

Y/N laughs. "We have been good at laying low. Except for this one, he likes to always be doing something new."

"What can I say? I like to keep busy." Harry shrugs, knowing everyone knows about his next film in London.

"Now we definitely have to grab dinner soon or a zoom date, I don't know. I want to hear all about it." Y/N can tell Julia is curious but overall happy for her.

With that, they bid each other goodbye, and Harry escorts her to their seats.

"Someone is very open," Y/N tells him, adjusting her dress as she sits down.

"She's a good friend of yours but also Niall's. I know we can trust her." Harry tells her honestly.

"I see. We'll see how interviews go soon." Y/N knows Jeff had told them he had to do at least one interview if he didn't win, and if he did, it would just be him addressing the virtual press room.

Harry is sitting in the middle, Jeff to his left andY/N to his right. He's never felt as safe when they name the nominees for the category.

Y/N feels the tight grip Harry has on her thigh, and his left hand is rubbing up and down his pants to dry the sweat she can only imagine is building up. She looks up at his face, but he's calm, but she knows him; there's a storm of thoughts running through his head. Y/N knows there isn't much to help ease, but she can remind him she's there for him. She lifts his hand that was resting on her thigh to her lips and gives it a gentle kiss through her mask, yes he can't feel it, but the sentiment is there. She sets his hand back, fingers now intertwined with hers. Y/N knows he's looking at her and meets his gaze reassuring him with his eyes she loves him.

Rachelle Erratchu is opening the envelope, and in the next few seconds, she will announce the winner for the best pop solo performance.

"Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!"

Harry sits there shocked, his shoulders dropped, eyes wide, not at all able to hide the shock. He just heard his name called; he just won a Grammy.

In the next second, he's standing up, removing his mask, his nervous smile now able to be seen by the camera. Jeff is quick to pull him in a tight hug. Y/N stands feeling the happiness travel through her entire body.

Harry won.

A mask is no longer hiding his smile, and she knows if she removed her, she'd have a matching smile. Harry hugs her tight, her arms going around his waist; she can feel how fast his heart is beating. Harry is not at all ready to let her go but knows he has an acceptance speech to give.

"You did it, H," she whispers, ushering him to head up the stage.

Harry gets up, letting out a deep breath as he hears the applause continue. He picks up the Grammy for a second before setting it back down. He looks out at the audience, and he's just astounded that he's won.

"Wow, um..." Harry takes a deep breath before starting. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my album came out, during a day off in Nashville. I just wanna say thanks to Tom, Tyler, and Mitch, and everyone, Rob Stringer, everyone at Columbia, my manager Jeffrey who always nudged me to be better and never pushed me and thank you so much, and I feel very grateful to be here." He smiles at Y/N. "Thank you to my son, who has been the light in my life and my biggest fan. Everything I do is for him, and I hope I continue to make him proud. I love you, darling boy." Harry knows he's got only so much time left, but there is one last person to thank. He doesn't address her by name, but everyone in that room knows what he says next is for Y/N as he never takes his eyes off of her.

"Thank you for believing in me. I was not the easiest to deal with when we first met, but you're here and have been every step of the way. Thank you for helping me become a better man each day. I adore you." He chuckles, continuing on, "All these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much; I feel very honoured to be among you, so thank you so much."

Harry walks off stage, leaving the grammy he had just won behind, eager to have Y/N back in his arms. His eyes are set on her; she's standing arms open, ready for him. He melts into her touch, hiding his head in her neck placing a gentle kiss on her exposed neck. "I love you," he whispers.

Y/N softly cradles his cheek as he leans into her touch, her eyes filling with tears of joy. "I love you, H."

Harry pulls away, letting her take a step back as Jeff hugs him tighter than before. He's so happy he places an affectionate kiss on Jeff's masked cheek.

Harry's happy; he knows he didn't need an award to let him know how talented he was, but it was an honor to have his support team by his side as he did receive the award.

Harry had taken Y/N with him to help change, claiming he needed help. Jeff knew better but let them be.

As soon as Harry ushered them into the changing room, he pushed her up against the locked door, ripped his mask off, shoving it in his pocket, kissing down her neck.

Y/n reaches a shaky hand up to remove her mask, letting it fall in Harry's waiting hand to place next to him.

"Kiss me," she breathes.

Harry, never one to deny her, brings his lips to hers. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as he claimed control over her mouth, hungry and intense as if she'd disappear if he would slow down.

Y/N laughs as her hands rest on his shoulder, letting him kiss all the skin she has exposed.

"Baby, you're a Grammy winner." A hand now in his hair as she feels his lips right above the curve of her breasts.

"Just like you."

"Atticus must be so proud," Y/N says, now lost in thought.

Harry pulls back, "As much as I love our baby, please don't mention him as I'm trying to shag you in my dressing room."

Y/N grins nodding, she pushes the plaid jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. "Sorry, did you say shag? Is that Grammy fame getting to your head?" She teases

"The only place my head is going is between your thighs." His voice rough, no longer teasing. She can see the lust building in his emerald eyes.

"Guess I'm the real winner," Y/N tells him, pushing up her dress to reveal her black lace panties, Harry's favorites.

"Fuck." Harry trails his hands down her thighs as he sinks to his knees.

Y/N holds her dress up as Harry begins to pull down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. "Those are too hot to be hidden, baby. Fuck, knowing you had those on the whole time for me has me so hard." He unbuttons his trousers giving himself breathing space.

"Please, baby," Y/N begs, wanting him to give her some kind of release.

"Alright, darling, since we don't have much time."

Y/N has her legs spread open for Harry; her face was flushed, knowing the pleasure Harry would soon bring her. She was wet; she had been since she saw Harry perform in his whole leather outfit; she swears this look will enter her dreams when he's away.

"Love, you're so wet." He smirks, knowing this was for him, but a bit of confirmation never hurt anyone. "All-cause of me?"

"Yes, always wet for you." She breathes out, looking down at him.

Harry leans in, pressing soft kisses on her thigh, getting her to relax, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he's going to. He loves how soft her skin is; he litters kisses as he watches her, still feeling how close he is to where they both want him to be.

Y/N feels like she can't breathe; Harry's teasing always so good but not now. Not when she wants him inside her, but she settles for him eating her out. He's proven more than a dozen times how good he is with his tongue.

"I'm ready, darling. I'm ready to taste you, fuck, you smell amazing, but oh, there's something special about how you taste. Will you let me?" Harry asks, always asking for her consent, never wanting her to feel pressured.

"Yes, please." Harry always knows what she needs; she's happy to relinquish all control to him.

Harry tightened his grips on her thighs, scooting closer. He smiles at how glistening her pussy looks for him. How wet he's made her. He didn't have time for foreplay as much as he wanted to tease her have her withering under his touch. He drove right in, his tongue in between her lips, tasting her sweet juices. It was good, sweet, and just for him.

Y/N let out a moan; Harry wanted more from her; he wanted her a moaning mess. Y/n felt his tongue against her most sensitive spot and felt her knees go weak, fuck; he knew exactly how to bring her the pleasure she seeks.

Harry's eyes were closed, focusing on the noises Y/N was making and savoring the taste.

Y/N has a hand in his hair, her right hand holding up her bunched-up dress. "My winner," she moans out.

"You're always a winner. Fuck, so good." She pants.

"You are….baby" Nothing's making sense. She's lost in her pleasure. Harry was focusing on her clit; he licked at the small peek, knowing she was close.

She pulls harder on his hair, he lets out a moan against her pussy, and it brings her twice the pleasure. "Make me cum, baby." She whines, "Show me exactly why a song about oral sex deserved to win."

Harry, edged on by her words, begins to suck on her clit, letting her feel the ecstasy it brings her. Y/N lost in her pleasure, misses Harry's cursing against her.

"Harry, I'm close." She whimpers out.

"Cum for me, darling." He doesn't slow down, lapping against her pussy, taking everything she gives him. He sucks on her clit, swirling his tongue around as he brings a finger to her hole, gently pushing in, knowing it will drive her over the edge.

"Fuck, you're always a winner. This mouth is always a winner."

Y/N whines out his name, pulling him closer as he licks up all she offered him, letting her ride out her orgasm enjoying every moment. Harry pulls his hand away, setting it on her exposed thigh, drawing small comforting circles, until he's sure she's ridden it through.

She lets out a long sigh as she slides down the door, no longer able to stay standing. Harry grins, guiding her down gently as he sits back on his heels.

"Can I return the favor?" She blinks at him, lust still swimming in her eyes.

Harry blushes but not at all embarrassed. "Watching you cum for me did the job, baby."

She pouts her lips.

"Can treat me to a good time later," he promises; she eagerly nods, already knowing how she'd make him go crazy at him. The taste of him on her tongue later, something to look forward to.

"Think this was the reason you had a third outfit picked." She jokes,

Harry laughs, "Definitely."

Y/N and Harry sit there staring at each other, blissed out in pleasure, taking in the other's smile when a loud knock on the door startles them reminding them where they are.

"When you walk out of here, there better not be a single trace to what you did in there," Jeff tells them.

Harry smirks, "oh Jeffery, who does he take us for?"

Y/N is helped to her feet by Harry, who slips her panties back up her thighs. Y/N walks to the restroom to fix herself while Harry washes his face at the sink provided. Harry is quick to get out of his clothes and into the final outfit of the night. An orange blazer with a white low-cut shirt and plaid pants.

He's ready to step back out and mingle, showing off his girlfriend to everyone who approaches them. Harry stands in front of the mirror looking at the deep red mark on his neck where she left a love bite; he doesn't even remember her giving it to him.

She smirks, seeing him trace his finger over it. Y/N walks up to him, placing the black-feathered boa over his shoulders.

"I could get behind the feathered boas if it means I can leave more kisses like that behind," Y/N tells him as he swings it over his shoulder, adjusting it to hide the mark that would bruise over the next few hours.

"We'll see, love."

Y/N stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. She smooths her hands over her dress, happy with how she looks. Not at all like she was just given the orgasm of her life. Harry smiles, grateful she was here with him on an important day. He loves her, and he knows she loves him.

"Ready, love?" He stands being her, hand on her waist

She turns her head up to look at him, puckering her lips, waiting for a kiss that Harry happily gives her. "Now, I'm ready."

Y/N and Harry walk hand in hand, masks on.

Harry may not have won any more awards, but he truly felt like he had won it all way before ever hearing his name being called. With a woman like Y/N on his side who was intelligent, beautiful, and independent, constantly pushing him to be a better person every day, there was no way he would ever know what it would be like to lose.

Thank you so much for reading! I adore you. Hopefully, the future allows me to write for Harry, Atticus, and Y/N some more but for now I hope you enjoyed this continued story. <333

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[akookminsupporter]

Genuine question/ comment and I am doing this anonymously because well- most of BTS fans are angry right now and I am sure someone will take this the wrong way- have most Army's followed the Grammy's before BTS got nominated? It is first and foremost a USA award show- next to the Oscar's it is the most biased show ever. Most Americans stop watching the Grammy's before Covid- the few who return was because they got Trevor Noah to host and that was because of again- the bias towards blacks. BTS got nomiated for their English songs- A Kpop group had to sing an English song to get noticed by them! The Grammy's use artists for clout- for what it is worth Oliva R got nothing on BTS and how many did she get...I really do like your thinking process so I would really like to understand why most Army's are in a sense surprised or angry at what took place?

Oh, I think it's safe to say we all know that.

The music industry in the USA favours white artists. Of that, I don't think anyone is able to argue against it. And It's painfully obvious in all sectors of the industry, not just the music industry.

The annoyance of the fandom is that we all know that the industry, in this case, the Grammys, is also opportunistic and that they definitely saw the potential that BTS is and how much they can get out of them and their fans. That's why they used their song in the promos. That's why there were a lot of tweets about them performing. That's why they moved the category they were nominated in, not just to the main show but to near the end of the show when the most important awards of the night are announced. That's why they were allowed to make the performance they did. Namjoon noticed it too! And it's all because they saw a gold mine in them or rather, they saw seven kings Midas. That's why we thought it would be logical to give the award to them but it's also deeper than that and that's the most important part here, the annoyance is that BTS deserved it. Butter broke records, and set other records, the same thing happened with dynamite but they didn't care. So what are the awards all about? They can't even pretend it's about music and everything that goes with it.

Many I think, confirmed it again yesterday that it's not about whether the song is in English or not - although they do prefer it, it's not about whether the artist deserves it or not, it's not about all that the song achieved or not, it goes way beyond that. And yes, being poc, not being from an English speaking country also plays a part in it. A big part. Many Latino and black American artists can attest to that.

The anger that BTS fans feel is one of helplessness because they saw BTS being practically used again by an industry that doesn't respect them but uses them. That they were used again for clout. It's like a love-hate relationship that the industry has with them, they dominate everything but the industry doesn't really dominate them. It doesn't control them. And the industry doesn't like that. It's also the fact that BTS's agency is buying American companies not the other way around!

Yes, BTS agreed to perform again, they agreed to do the performance they did but it's not sure that they will agree again and if they don't do it maybe the industry will understand once and for all that BTS doesn't need them, bts WANTS to have them but the industry? The industry definitely needs a monster like BTS. One that dominates EVERYTHING. One that sells everything, one that has a fandom that is capable of achieving almost anything to see their favourite artists succeed.

We know how corrupt the industry is but we naively thought they wouldn't be so stupid as to do again what they did last year to the biggest musical act in the world today. We didn't think they would be that stupid.

Very naive of us.

#anon #ask #bts #grammys #music industry

[hotchscvm]

side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

#chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers #captain america #reader insert #marvel #chris evans x singer!reader #nicki minaj #ariana grande #fluff #side to side #song fic

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Mon 15 March ‘21

FIRST TIME GRAMMY AWARD WINNING ARTIST HARRY STYLES!! From the bottom of the stairs to the top of the fucking world baby, get itttt!! He won Best Pop Solo Performance for smash hit Watermelon Sugar-- the other two categories he was up for went to others but he was a dark horse for any of them so getting one is awesome! Yeah the grammys are shit but I’m so happy for him to see him receiving validation and acclaim from the industry that has never appreciated what he (and his bandmates) are and can do as artists, it’s a fucking start you know? We can enjoy the moment! Harry did! His acceptance speech was short and it feels like he was blindsided and forgot everything (including not to swear on TV and as pro as he is you know that means he was absolutely reeling, I love that) but later he said “I want to thank my fans for giving me an environment to be free to make the music that I want to make and supporting me along the way the last ten years”, yes that’s right we have helped you find a place to feel good, and “this is an incredibly sweet icing on the cake of what I get to do everyday so thank you.”

But that’s not all! He also performed, and wore things! Say what you want about Harry (or better yet please DON’T at least to me but that’s a losing battle) we always get so hyped up about even just seeing his outfits and he does not let us down! BLACK LEATHER, TITS FULLY OUT, DICK BANANA CHARM, AND A MUPPET BOA? Yeah he did that! Shirtless under a patent leather suit, I mean: wow. Very glam rock, very… well listen it’s just very GAY in like so many different ways??? Harry Lambert said they wanted “something darker, sexier, and more unexpected” which is definitely about that look I’m assuming and not the pastel thrift store rummage bin hodgepodge he wore later, unless Harry(s) and I have very different ways of interpreting “darker”. (Harry L also said “free the nipple” and we can all see that he MEANT it.) Harry red carpet-ed and accepted his award in a lavender muppet boa, tits slightly less out but still cleavagey, and with a seemingly random collection of other garments YES BABY OKAY you just WEAR THAT THEN! About that Harry L said, “we wanted to do something that felt British and eccentric, a little bit rock ‘n’ roll and a little bit camp,” but the people have spoken and they said ‘we think he looked like Cher from Clueless’ so, sorry Harry(s)! Esquire struggling to describe the look-- “the kind of thing that Styles seems to make wearable” klasjdlk the doubtful ‘seems’ is sending me. Either way we can definitely all agree on the camp part, and that the matching face mask (as seen in the audience shots and in adorbs pics of him camping it up with Lizzo backstage) is amazing, love that (even if he does spend way too much time nervously pulling it on and off omg just LEAVE IT) and it even went also with outfit number THREE (or at least it did as well as any of his anything went together lol) which was a big floppy orange coat and plaid pants and a THIRD BOA, a dignified (haha JK NOPE it’s still a muppet) black number this time.

It seems the performance was filmed in advance rather than done live-- there were clues suggesting this might be the case, but the real giveaway was when a picture from it leaked before the broadcast, lol. Way to make it so we “can’t even tell if it’s live or not” Ben, and why is he STILL so obsessed with trying to gaslight us anyway my god just say what’s prerecorded it’s fiiiine. ANYWAY Harry played Watermelon Sugar and only WS; well after all it is his GRAMMY AWARD WINNING SONG. Plus it was a really nice version, all smooth and funky, with a highlight of the night being Harry’s full on 60s girl group choreo move with the backup singers, omg. Those backing vocalists were the duo G.A.W.D., and there was extra accompaniment by fellow nominee Devonte Hynes aka Blood Orange (who also directed the performance and no I do not know what that means) and “Spencer and Josh” on horns (the closest I can find to someone crediting them so, apologies guys). Anyway! All of them (regular HS band included) were decked out in matching gucci black leather too and looking good. And Harry looked so happy to be up there performing, just beaming like a lighthouse, so overall- good good stuff, I just keep on dancin!

The real bombshell of the performance though was subtle and needed confirmation after for the excitement to really hit-- it was Sarah drumming  decked out in tight black leather and visibly pregnant!! That’s right, band drummer Sarah Jones is PREGNANT by (Grammy Award winning) guitarist Mitch, there’s a HARRY STYLES BAND BABY on the way!!!! WHAT A NIGHT! It wasn’t enough for Harry to find love in his own band, he’s somehow cupid-ing that energy all over the place and spreading it around, AMAZING!

And Liam comes through with not just a sweet congratulations for Harry (“what a huge moment, proud to be your brother” awwww) but also the final word on the performance look- goddammit it IS one of the rejected Best Song Ever video looks, LMAOOOO. But did he tag HSHQ instead of Harry directly in acknowledgment of how the awards system really works and that they are all to be congratulated or simply because it was easier? We will never know.

Additional tidbits-- bassist Hynes was apparently playing creative director Molly Hawkins’ dad’s bass- did we know her dad was a famous bassist who played with Fleetwood Mac and many other 70s stars?! If I did I had definitely forgotten! And more Molly news-- she’s also pregnant!! Harry will soon be surrounded by quarantine babies, dreams really coming true huh? Harry posted a pic of himself with Mitch and Devonte looking very cooool, we saw the ceramic watermelons label execs were sent for the WS release last year, and Rebecca Ferguson who knows 1D from way back when (and has recently drawn attention for talking frankly about how fucked up the industry is and about having seen unnamed boy band members literally slammed against the wall by their management) congratulated Harry and posted a couple of baby pop star Harry pics, cuuuute. Louis’ merch handlers, in response to no complaints whatsoever, sent out emails apologizing. They say they’ve run out of lanyards which were meant to be sent out so they will “be adding a freebie which we know you’ll enjoy” to affected customers’ orders. That is sucky about the lanyards but that’s customer care! Niall posted about his cool bright limited edition merch to remind that it will be gone gone gone tonight and also shared a pretty and touching picture from a the large anti violence rally held in London to protest the killing of Sarah Everard today. And finally some good advice from Bebe Rexha, loved by larries; she says she loves us right back but please don’t kill anyone for not streaming her new song! Yes good plan.

#grammy award winner #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #louis tomlinson #CHASM baby (chaby) #also having a good day-- haylors! don’t begrudge them their excitement they haven’t been fed in like 8 years #let them carry on about Harry and Taylor actually sharing the same space and not being rude to each other especially if it continues to prod #the genuinely rofl hilarious analyses coming out of last night about them sending secret messages to each other in their performances #(which the other was definitely not present for whenever a celeb was present for another artists performance they did react cutaways) #15 mar 21 #harry lambert #molly hawkins #mitch rowland #sarah jones #ben winston #long post #sorrrrry

[captain-josslett]

Broken Melody - Part Thirty Eight

Masterlist

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 8.8k+ (oppsie! It's worth it! Promise!)

Warnings: Mentions of homo/transphobia, Angst, Severe PTSD episode, panic attack, sensory overload, needles, injures.

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers x Sam Arias, Kara Danvers x OC

This Part: Emma finds herself struggling with her reality.

I've reallllyyy enjoyed writing this part. Angst baby! 🚂 choo choo!

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated. Please! I like knowing your thoughts.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz, @camslightstories, @thinking1bee, @aznblossom, @inquisitive-nix

(Speical thank you to @lena-luthor for your epic gifs!)

Despite it being a sound rehearsal Emma gives it her all as she plays and sings into the microphone. This is her first major gig with Axis in New York and her stomach feels like it is performing somersaults. Axis had done a supporting gig in National City but for some reason Emma wasn’t as nervous as she is now. Maybe because she is truly on her own in the Big Apple.

The band blasts out the final note and despite her nerves, Emma can’t help but grin.

“O-kay, that sounded good.” Jack comments into his mic as he tunes his electric guitar.

“Good? Good?! Mate that was bloody fantastic!” Danny shouts behind the drum shield.

“I conquer!” Frankie yells into his microphone by the keyboard.

“Yea, you have to admit Jack, Emma’s voice is incredible.” Mike agrees as he taps absently at his bass.

“I do agree! I just didn’t want to seem overeager.” Jack says excitedly, hoping that finally the band can get some recognition in the music world. He glances over at the stunning blonde, thankful that she was brave enough to pick up the phone and answer their advertisement. “What do you think Ms. Danvers?” The rest of the bandmates turn to focus on Emma.

“It was rocking.” Emma blurts out and a look of horror crosses her face, making the others laugh. “Man, that was cheesy! Sorry!”

“No worries. It was truly- rocking.” Jack grins and Emma rubs her face in embarrassment. “Hey, sound guys?” Jack calls into the mic and scans the dark room beyond the brightly lit stage.

“Yea?!” Someone yells back.

“Was that to your liking?”

“Somewhat.” The voice now speaks through their floor monitors. “I just need the bass to change his levels and then we’re golden. Also the blonde chick was amazing! You guys sound so much better.”

Emma lowers her head, feeling slightly flustered by the attention. Normally she’s used to it but music has always been a sacred thing for her where she pours her whole being into it.

They manage to quickly sort out the technical difficulties and the band start seamlessly playing a song they were currently writing for their third album.

“Alright! Alright! Alright! Listen up!” Axis’ manager, Bradley, shouts over the band's tinkering. “That was great, really coming along nicely. You, blondie! You really have something kid!”

“Thanks.” Emma says into the mic and feels her cheeks heating up again.

“Aw adorable, you need to get used to the attention kid, cause you’re gonna get a lot of it. Anyway-” He turns and motions behind him for someone to step forward.

Emma notices two brunettes in the back of the hall, but the lights were blinding her that she couldn’t see them clearly. One of them steps forward, holding a camera. Kind, warm brown eyes look up at her and the band.

“This is Isabel, she’s gonna take some pictures of the gig so I want a great performance tonight. If she goes to cross the stage, do not get in her way? Capeesh?”

“Yea.” The band agrees and Emma smiles down at Isabel.

“And if you guys don’t mind, may I take some backstage pics too? For my portfolio?”

Jack looks at the others and they shrug. “Sure, just make sure you get my good side.”

“Which is?” Frankie asks cheekily and everyone laughs.

“Alright, haha! Get backstage and get ready! You’re on in an hour.” Bradley hollers before getting off the stage.

Emma unplugs herself from the wires and gently places her guitar in its stand. She makes her way to the side of the stage, humming a tune that’s been circulating her head for a few days now and heads to her dressing room.

Her outfit for tonight’s gig is simple, dark blue skinny jeans, a black bra and a partly see through, white tank top. She studies herself in the mirror and untangles her layered necklace her sisters gave her. For a moment, she holds her hand over it, wishing her sisters could be here with her. Joking with her and reassuring her that she was going to be great.

“Knock, knock.” Isabel calls out from behind the partly closed door.

“Hey! Please come in!” Emma welcomes the photographer and puts more bracelets on her wrists.

Isabel steps through and smiles at the blonde. “That’s refreshing, one of the guys just told me to fuck off.”

“Did they?” Emma’s face drops and hardens as she becomes angry. “Let me go sort them out, I may be new but-”

“No! No! It’s okay.” Isabel takes her hand to stop her. Emma turns back around and her face softens at the worry in Isabel's brown eyes. Isabel quickly drops Emma’s hand and runs it through her long, black hair. “To be honest they aren’t as photogenic as you.” She shyly adds.

“Yea well, they’re men, so.” Emma jokes back. ‘Is she flirting with me?’ The blonde thinks as she tilts her head. “Do you want a drink? I got water, soda, red bull and loads of flavours of monsters.” Emma goes through her supply bag.

“Water is fine. So no alcohol?” Isabel asks surprised as she takes the bottle Emma offers her. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome and no, I don’t really drink. Especially before a gig.” Emma explains and sips a warm mug of water with lime.

“Not a real country rocker then huh?” Isabel raises an eyebrow at her. “No whiskey before a gig?! Shocker!”

“Shhh, please don’t tell anyone!” Emma whispers in mock desperation, making the photographer laugh. “I’m actually not a country singer.”

“What?! No way?”

Emma nods and takes another sip of her drink.

“So you put the accent on?”

“Only slightly, if I sang straight it wouldn’t blend well with Jack’s vocals.” Emma explains. “Do you want me to do my makeup or something?”

“Yes please do!” Isabel motions for Emma to sit at the desk where her makeup was already laid out. “Pretend like I’m not here, god knows my family does.” She lifts her camera up to her face and starts clicking away.

Emma is about to apply her foundation, but pauses, her eyes fix on Isabel’s. “What do you mean?”

“We- er…” Isabel lowers her camera again. “I recently told them something that’s made them disown me. My Grandpa is the only one talking to me, so.” She shrugs and goes to take more shots.

But Emma turns in her seat to face the photographer and studies the raven haired beauty in front of her. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” Isabel says with a tight smile.

“But still, I am sorry. I’ve only known you, what, a few minutes but I can tell you are a lovely person and shouldn’t be disowned for simply being who you are.”

Isabel swallows and lowers her camera. “Thank you.” She takes a deep breath and Emma pats the chair next to her. The photographer moves and sits in it. “What about you? I er- read your bio on MySpace.”

“Yea I’m bi. Though I find I’m more attracted to women. I am lucky that my Mom and sisters accepted me when I came out and secretly, I think my sister is bi too. But I love and support them no matter what or who they choose.”

“Wow. Love and support from all your family. I’m jealous.” Isabel's face falls slightly and she takes a deep breath, making Emma tilt her head as she waits for Isabel to continue, sensing the photographer has more to say. “It’s not just because I’m gay. I-” She stops as the words get stuck in her throat.

“You don’t have to say anymore if you don’t want to.” Emma kindly offers.

“No, I need to do this.” Isabel takes another deep breath. “I’m trans.”

Emma smiles at the raven haired beauty. “Well done. Say it again.”

“I’m trans.”

“Again.”

“Hello! I’m transgender!”

“Again!”

“Hello! I’m fucking transgender! This is me! This is who I am and you can all fuck off if you can’t handle it!”

Emma cheers loudly and suddenly Isabel’s soft lips are on hers. Emma responds immediately and the pair heatedly kiss as their hands run through their hair.

“Attention the doors are opening and half an hour until showtime.” A voice barks over the speakers in the dressing rooms and makes the two jump apart.

“I’m sorry!” Isabel’s eyes widen in panic as he touches his tingling lips.

“It’s fine.” Emma takes his hand and squeezes it. “It was a moment of passion, you were allowing yourself to be you. To let go of those that have hurt you.”

“Yea.” Isabel looks at himself in the mirror, he touches his face and stares. “This is really happening. Soon, I’ll finally be able to see the real me.”

Emma smiles at him and begins applying her makeup. Isabel stands and starts taking photos. Emma hums lightly to keep her vocal chords warm and does breathing exercises to expand her diagram.

Before she starts her eye makeup, Emma pauses and glances at Isabel in the mirror. “So, will your Grandpa be able to help you?”

“Yea.” He nods behind the camera. “He literally saved my life, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“You’re lucky to have each other.” Emma nods. “I feel the same way about my sisters, I don’t know what I’d be without them.”

Isabel nods and continues taking photos from different angles. Capturing the moments that Emma starts transforming into her stage persona.

“Attention! Five minutes to go!” The voice from the speaker barks just as Emma finishes the last touches.

She studies her face from different angles to check everything is even and well covered using the Hollywood mirror lighting.

“You look great.” Isabel comments as he takes another photo. “Freeze!” Emma had just angled her face to the side and back to check for any foundation lines on her neck. “Great, now look at me in the mirror.”

Emma moves her eyes and focuses on the camera lense.

“Relax your jaw.”

Emma does so, parting her mouth slightly.

“Perfect!” Isabel takes the photo and smiles at the screen as he checks it over.

“May I move mr artiste?”

“You may.” He laughs and checks his equipment.

“Showtime people!” The voice in the speaker yells.

“Ready?” Isabel asks and holds out his hand for Emma to take.

“As I’ll ever be.” Emma uses Isabel’s hand to stand and the pair head towards the side of the stage. Emma does a few vocal trills and runs.

“How do you even make those sound like a masterpiece?” Isbel asks, causing Emma to stop as her rich laughter replaces her warm up.

“Practice, probably.” Emma shrugs and flexes her fingers.

“Hmm, sure. Break a leg out there.” Isabel smiles widely at Emma as they approach the band mates on the side of the stage.

“Thanks.” Emma turns and kisses the photographer's cheek.

“Ow ow.” Danny wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“Get your head out of the gutter.” Emma laughs at him and the lights dim, causing the crowd to cheer and applaud.

“Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, Axis!”

The bandmates run onto the stage and grab their instruments, immediately going into the first song.

By the third it’s Emma’s turn to sing. “Right you dashing lot, some of you may not have heard but we’d hired this blonde chick to be permanently in the band!” The crowd cheers and Emma smiles out at them. “This is Emma’s first major gig in New York! So be respectful alright?” The crowd applauds and Emma takes a few deep breaths to calm her nerves.

Danny counts them in and Jack starts strumming the melody.

Emma opens her mouth and begins to sing. She smiles as Isabel kneels in her peripheral vision to take a shot. The light shifts and two familiar figures come into view as they approach the stage.

Alex and Kara beam up at her, filling Emma with gratitude and love that they flew out to see her. Especially with knowing how much Kara doesn’t like airplanes. She notices another familiar brunette standing beside the sisters, a look of astonishment paints her face as she gazes at the pair and  then looks back up to Emma.

The gig continues and Emma feels exhilarated at the applause and energy in the large room.

She smiles and looks down at her sisters-

Suddenly Alex and Kara’s eyes glow red and wicked smiles spread across their faces. Causing Emma’s heart to race in fear. The pair push through the crowd, who don’t react at being harshly jostled or when her sisters jump onto the stage. Emma backs up and wonders why the band is still playing, why no one is helping her. But she can’t escape. She can’t move.

Her sisters stalk towards her. “You’re worthless.” Alex says cruelly. Her voice breaks easily through the music.

“No one loves you, not really.” Kara mocks.

“You’ll never be good enough, for anyone.” Alex grabs her throat and lifts her up into the air.

“Al-”

Suddenly Alex throws Emma out towards the crowd.

“Emma!” A familiar voice screams her name as the ground beneath her breaks and she falls into the abyss.

-- -- --

Emma shoots up out of bed and lands heavily on the floor. Knocking the wind out of her as she gasps for breath and curls into the fetal position.

‘You’re okay.’ Emma tries to soothe herself as her body shakes violently. ‘It was just a dream.’

“Emma? Are you okay?” Hope’s voice calls out to her and Emma gives the AI the thumbs up. “Your heart rate is still elevated. Shall I call Miss Luthor or Miss Aries for you?”

Emma adamantly shakes her head and sits up. Knowing the AI will indeed call if she doesn’t move.

Emma rests against the cool window and runs a shaking hand through her damp hair.

She tries to breathe in deeply and calm her racing heart. Her eyes glance at the empty bed and her stomach pinches. What she would give to just be held by her girlfriend right now.

Over a week after the carnival Lena had stormed home, furious with her team and packed a bag to South Korea to leave immediately. Emma could barely get any information out of her other than Lena needed to get there urgently to fix whatever error had been caused.

That was over two weeks ago and Emma misses Lena terribly. They still message each other, but Lena’s texts have dwindled and were getting far and few between. Making Emma’s heart pang with loneliness.

Alex and Kara have also been a bit awol recently. She has seen them from time to time, but they have now begun the habit of rushing off due to an incident with the DEO and eventually cancelling their sister time together.

Emma now finds herself staring at her phone, whether to bother messaging Lena to see how she is doing or to contact her sisters about meeting up for a film night or sleepover.

Emma completely understands that the city and its people come first. But she was finding herself becoming more and more isolated with each passing day while the others faced a threat they weren’t telling her about.

Even the past few game nights have been cancelled due to attacks that have needed most of the group to contain. Although this hadn’t been a total waste as she would go over to her Mom’s apartment and cuddle with her on the sofa.

The dream filters back into her mind, at how she felt when she spotted her sisters in the crowd. The surprise but overwhelming feelings of love towards them that they had previously travelled to see her first major gig in New York with the band.

But her happy memories of the past had mixed with her nightmares of the present.

Trying to stay clear of the image of the flowing red eyes, Emma’s thoughts turn to Isabel and she wonders how he is doing. If he managed to transition and live his best life.

Knowing she wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon, Emma shakily stands and goes to have a shower. For a while she just stands under the warm, comforting spray as she rests against the wall. Letting it soothe her aching head.

Once dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, she puts Kara’s glasses on and goes to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

Sitting on the sofa she opens her Macbook Pro and goes through her emails to check on Robyn’s progress on their most recent track. She uploads it and listens, connecting the small keyboard to her Macbook and starts playing around with the melody and drum beat.

Once she feels satisfied and emails Robyn her work, she notices the sun has already risen and Emma realises it is nearing lunch time.

Biting her lip, Emma wonders if Kara is free for lunch, something they would generally do on a Thursday as Kara would always try and keep it free for her.

Making her mind up Emma does an order that she can pick up and gets changed into more suitable clothing. She activates the face modifier and drives to the restaurant first to pick up the food.

While approaching Catco’s underground parking area Emma disables the modifier so security would recognise her and allow her through.

She parks in Kara’s allocated space and grabs the takeout bag.

When the elevator doors open onto Kara’s floor Emma is hit with a wall of noise and activity.

‘Something big must be happening.’ Emma thinks as she makes her way through the bullpen towards Kara’s office. Trying to ignore the murmurs and surprised gasps as she walks past Kara’s colleagues. Realising she probably should have reactivated the modifier.

“Hey Emma!” Nia spots her and rushes over. “How are you? Are you okay? I’m so sorry I haven’t messaged you much it’s been really busy and-”

Emma holds up her free hand, motioning to Nia it was okay.

“Miss Danvers?” A familiar voice asks from the main office doors. A stunning brunette makes her way over to the pair. She holds her hand out to shake Emma’s hand. “Andrea Rojas, editor in chief. We have met before at many of Lena’s galas.” Emma can’t help but focus on Andrea’s stunning blue eyes, noticing hints of green within them.

Emma nods and gives her a small, polite  smile.

“Unfortunately Kara isn’t here. Doing some field work or whatever it is she does.” Andrea motions out the window.

Emma’s stomach drops at the news and she nods.

‘I should have texted her.’ Emma berates herself as her chin dips towards her chest.

“But she should be back soon, would you like a drink while you wait? My office is a lot more comfortable than hers.”

Emma quickly glances at Nia. Unsure how to communicate, especially when Andrea swoops down, taking the takeout bag from her hand and struts back into her office.

“Nia? Will you get Miss Danvers and I a drink please?” Andrea asks behind her shoulder.

“Sure.” Nia gulps out and scrambles off to get them.

Emma watches her go in bewilderment and follows behind the editor. Andrea places the bag on the coffee table between the two sofas and motions for Emma to sit with her. Emma stiffly lowers herself down and watches as Andrea picks up her tablet.

“So, how are you Emma? Do you mind if I call you Emma?”

Emma shakes her head and Andrea taps away on her tablet.

‘Is she wanting an interview?’ Emma frowns slightly at the brunette, knowing Lucy will fry her alive if she did any interview without her input.

“Great! By the way, loving the new eyewear! Glasses really suit you!”

Emma smiles politely and Nia enters the office with the two drinks.

“Aw thanks Nia.” Andrea says kindly as Nia places them on the coffee table. The brunette waits for Nia to leave again and closes the office door behind her. “Oh and I understand sign language both BSL and ASL, so.” She picks up her small espresso cup and motions for Emma to communicate.

“That’s a relief to hear.” Emma signs.

“I bet. Not many do huh?”

Emma shakes her head and sips her drink before putting it back down. “Is this an interview?”

“God no! I’m sorry if I make it seem like that! I’m constantly working and don’t know when to stop!” Andrea chuckles and gives the blonde a warm smile. “I know we are more acquaintances than friends. I mean I’m your sister’s boss and Lena’s oldest friend, but you do have an ally in me, if you find you ever need one.”

Emma tilts her head as she studies the brunette. Her words seem genuine. But there is something Emma can’t quite put her finger on.

“Thank you. It has been a bit intense recently. I mean, I’m grateful to be alive but sometimes I feel stuck. With my voice gone, what good am I?”

Andrea intently watches Emma sign and before she can respond her tablet pings and she glances down at it. Her eyebrows knit together for a moment before she relaxes her face again and draws her attention back to Emma. “Sorry about that.” She apologises and gives the blonde a sympathetic look. “Emma, I’m sure your sisters and Lena, heck even the whole world will tell you you are so much more than your voice. And from what the media are saying, it does sound intense with all the different therapies you are doing. How has your recovery been going? I’ve seen the latest posts and it’s amazing how you are walking so well after such an horrific attack.”

Emma nods. “I have a great team around me.”

“Yea, I bet. And of course your sisters and Lena. Have they been a tremendous help?” Andrea asks, noticing how Emma’s face falls slightly.

“Emma?!” Kara’s voice booms from the office door and Emma’s face lights up at seeing her sister. “What are you doing here?”

Emma stands and holds up the takeout bag.

“I’m sorry but I don’t have time right now and you shouldn’t be bothering Ms. Rojas.” Kara scolds the blonde and turns to her boss. “Andrea I am so sorry for Emma wasting your time.”

“Oh she wasn’t.” Andrea says without looking up from the tablet in her lap.

“Come on.” Kara motions for Emma to leave the office.

“Hopefully see you around Emma?” Andrea calls after her.

The blonde turns back and nods. She follows her sister to her office, but they don’t go in.

“Look, I’m sorry but you should have messaged me. I’m way too busy to just stop and have lunch with you.”

Emma’s heart pings in hurt and she lowers her head.

Kara’s phone bleeps and she quickly gets it out of her pocket. “I gotta go.” Kara grits out, not even glancing at her sister as she rushes away. Leaving Emma standing alone by Kara’s office door.

“Emma?” Another voice asks behind her.

Emma swallows her pain and sniffs. Not allowing any tears to build up.

“Emma?” The voice asks again and a gentle hand touches her shoulder.

Emma jumps and spins around to see a startled Ben.

“Wow! Sorry!” He holds his hands up in surrender. “Are you okay?”

Emma automatically nods, but her face crumbles.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Ben places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “My office is nearby, do you want to sit in there for a bit?”

Emma nods and Ben leads her there.  He closes the glass door behind him and motions for his colleagues to disperse.

“Please sit.” Ben gestures to the sofa and Emma heavily flops onto it, making the sofa creek.

“Kara does that too.” Ben laughs at Emma’s startled face and goes to sit on the other end.

Emma lifts the take out bag towards him.

“What?”

Emma gets her phone out to type.

“Oh, er, I know sign language.” Ben smiles at her and Emma raises her eyebrows.

“How?”

“Extra credit for school. Proved really useful in the end.”

Emma nods. “Do you want to have this lunch? I can’t let this go to waste.”

“Only if you’ll eat it with me.”

Emma pauses, her instant reaction was to decline and get the hell out of there. But his hopeful expression makes her nod her head instead.

“Great!” Ben beams and starts taking the boxes out. “Wow! There’s enough here for a small army!”

Emma shrugs. “The Danvers special.”

“Of course it is.” Ben laughs. “I’ve had plenty of those, needed to work out at the gym more! I don’t know how you all keep so toned and thin!”

“Good genes I guess.”

Emma smiles, finding she is enjoying Ben’s company and already feeling settled with him.

The pair continue communicating and eat some of the food until there is a knock on the office door.

“Come in.” Ben calls out and a Catco employee apologetically asks him a question.

Emma’s eyes wander around the office while she waits and she notices some familiar pictures. She places the takeout box on the table next to the sofa and stands. Slowly walking over to the collage pictures of a concert. Axis’ first concert in New York with Emma in the band.

One photo catches Emma’s eyes, one of her with her head tilted back and to the side, gazing at the camera in the mirror.

“That’s one of my favourites.” Ben comments beside her, making her flinch by his sudden appearance.

“How did you get these?”

“I-” The words catch in Ben’s throat and he coughs. Emma tilts her head as she waits. “I took them.”

Emma blinks and straightens her head. Her eyes analyse all of Ben’s face before returning to his warm, brown eyes.

“It’s you!” Emma springs forward and pulls Ben into a hug. He laughs and hugs her back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away.” Ben pulls her back over to the sofa, concerned for her wellbeing. “I was worried about your reaction, whether you’d even remember me.”

“Of course I remember you! I was actually thinking about you this morning.” Emma signs with a smile, trying to push aside the glowing, red eyes that appear in her mind.

“For real?” Ben asks, taken aback.

Emma nods. “You made quite the impact on me.”

“And you me.”

“May I?” Emma motions to his face, asking for permission to touch him.

“Sure!”

Emma gently reaches out and feels his face, she leans in to take in every angle, tilting her head one way and his the opposite, while hiding his stubble and starts to see hints of the photographer she met in New York all those years ago.

“What the hell is going on?!” Kara fumes from the doorway, causing the pair to break apart and Emma to spin around.

“Nothing!” Ben jumps to his feet, but Emma remains frozen as she stares, terrified, at her seething sister. “It’s a long, funny story actually-”

“I don’t care!” Kara yells and grinds her teeth. “How could you do this to me?!” Kara vibrates in anger before storming off.

“Babe wait!” Ben rushes after his girlfriend.

But Emma doesn’t hear the commotion.

Her head pounds, the world muffles and fizzes around her.

Red, glowing, hate filled eyes surround her.

Hands grasp at her throat.

She chokes for air and tries to pull it into her struggling lungs. But it’s useless as the hands around her neck tighten and she falls heavily from the sofa onto the carpet below.

“Emma?!” Nia yells in a panic and drops next to the stricken blonde. “Emma! Emma!” Nia shakes her, not knowing what to do.

“What’s going on?!” Andrea storms into the office and halts at the sight of a convulsing,  ashen Emma on the floor.

“She- I-” Nia gapes up at her, tears filling her eyes.

“Call an ambulance!” Andrea shouts into the bullpen before turning back and kneeling on the floor. “Nia, you need to calm down.” The brunette tries to soothe the younger woman but turns her attention back to Emma, whose lips are turning blue.

“Emma? Can you hear me? You are safe. You are in Catco and nothing is going to hurt you.” Andrea repeats in a calming tone.

“What-” Ben stares with wide eyes from the doorway.

“Emma’s exper-iencing a PTSD epi-sode.” Nia chokes out, rubbing the ever flowing tears from her face.

“PTSD.” Ben’s mouth drops open.

“Ben, wait by the elevator for the ambulance crew and lead them straight here.” Andrea orders before going back to reassure the stricken blonde. “Come on Emma! Breathe!”

Ben turns and sprints to the elevators, getting his phone out in the process to call Kara. “Babe, Emma’s in a bad way, Nia says she’s having a PTSD episode. Look, I’m sorry for what you thought you saw. We didn’t kiss. If you come back I can explain everything. We met years ago and I would never do that to you. Please.”

As soon as Ben finishes the voicemail the elevator doors ping open and an ambulance crew rush out.

“This way!” Ben motions and they race after him. “Move!” He yells at his colleagues gathering by his office.

“She’s stopped breathing!” Andrea yells and the crew sprint in to start administering CPR.

“No, Emma, no!” Nia cries, putting her hand over her mouth as she sobs.

“We need to get her to a hospital now!” The crew places her on the gurney and one of them straddles Emma’s thighs as they keep performing CPR. The crew sprint out towards the elevators as Catco employees dive out of the way with their phones in hand. Ben, Nia and Andrea race after the crew.

“What the hell happened?” James yells, seeing the commotion and runs alongside his friends.

“Emma, she-” Ben tries to speak but words fail him. “Kara got angry and Emma- she collapsed.”

“Come on!” Andrea yells at them as she holds the next available elevator and they scramble into it. The short ride down is intense and as soon as the doors open they rush out onto the street where the ambulance is parked.

Nia feels like she is about to throw up at how the paramedic is practically slamming their hands onto Emma’s chest to keep her heart pumping.

“My car’s nearby!” James yells at them, Ben and Nia go to follow him but Andrea grabs Nia’s arm.

“Let me know how she is okay?” Andrea asks and quickly gives the sobbing woman a hug.

Nia nods and jumps as the ambulance blares to life and takes off down the street. Cars pull over to try and allow it to pass in the jammed city.

“Nia! Let's go!” James calls from the car. The brunette dives inside and James takes off after the ambulance before she can even close the door properly.

“Which hospital do you think they are going to?” Ben asks as he tries to text Kara again.

“They won’t be heading to a hospital.” James says coolly.

“What do you mean?!” Ben yells bewildered. “Her heart’s fucking stopped!”

“She will get treatment! Just not at a hospital.” James snaps back as he concentrates on following the ambulance, blaring his horn and flashing his lights to be let through with it.

True to James’ word the ambulance takes a sharp turn and heads in the opposite direction to any hospital.

They pull up outside the DEO building and Ben stares up in disbelief at the office complex.

“What are we doing here?” He yells as he races after the other two. He watches as the ambulance crew dash the gurney towards the entrance.

Suddenly Alex sprints out with a few agents and pulls the EMT off her sister and straddles her instead. Taking over compressions and ordering her team into the building.

“Come on Emma!” Alex yells, feeling her sister’s cracked ribs that break further under her hands.

They move into a medical room and transfer Emma onto an operating table, hooking her up to many monitors to read her stats.

Alex almost breaks down at the flatline tone of the heart monitor.

“Alex! We need to shock her!” Doctor Hamilton yells and Alex jumps off her sister. Nurses cut away Emma’s clothes from her body. Alex can’t help but grimace at the bruises already forming on Emma’s chest. “Ready? Charge to 150!”

The defibrillator hums and the doctor places the paddles over Emma’s chest. “CLEAR!”

Alex swallows as Emma’s body jolts off the table. “Come on Emma, please.” Alex pleads with her baby sister and Nia places a comforting hand on her shoulder. Not believing what is happening to her friend.

“Pulse?” A nurse shakes her head at Doctor Hamilton’s question. “Charge to 200!”

“Nothing.”

“Put in an epi and charge to 250!”

Alex watches in utter terror as the team battles to bring Emma back.

But finally, the room fills with a heart beat and everyone breathes out in relief.

“Levels are stabilising.” A nurse calls out as they watch the monitors and Alex feels her legs give way in relief.

“Wow.” Nia catches the redhead and Ben helps keep Alex upright.

“Do we have a wheelchair or something?”

James runs out of the room to grab one and they lower the distraught woman into it.

“Alex, she’s okay.” Ben softly reassures her and Alex nods but lowers her head. The adrenaline completely crashed out of her.

-- -- --

As soon as Emma is stabilised she is moved into another, bigger room. Similar to the one she was in the first time she was brought in.

Ben pushes Alex while they follow the bed with James walking with Nia behind them.

As soon as the bed and equipment is in place Alex immediately stumbles out of the wheelchair and sits in the chair next to her sister’s bed. She takes her hand and swallows as she studies the bags under her sister’s eyes. The others go to find other chairs and sit around the bed as well.

“What happened?” Alex quietly asks, keeping her eyes fixed on Emma’s face.

“I was having lunch with Emma and-” Ben pauses, causing Alex to turn her head to look at him, signalling him to continue. “I revealed something to Emma, I- I knew Emma from before and we embraced. But by the looks of it, Kara thought we kissed and yelled at us. I ran after her but lost her.”

“And I saw Emma collapse. She was having an episode but I panicked like an idiot and Andrea couldn’t help her out of it.” Nia adds, self loathing evident in her voice while the images of seeing Emma fall replay in her mind. The way her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she gasped for breath.

“You weren’t an idiot. You reacted how many would.” Alex tries to assure the young woman and when Nia nods, Alex focuses back on her sister.

A short time passes and the group hear thundering feet charge down the corridor. Brainy, Lucy, Sam, Eliza and J’onn appear in the doorway and the Danvers matriarch rushes over to Emma’s side.

“Oh sweetheart!” Eliza cups Emma’s pale face and tears slip from her eyes.

They are filled in on what had happened, Eliza and J’onn sit on Emma’s other side. While Brainy gets a chair to sit next to Nia and Sam grabs a chair and sits next to Alex. Lucy excuses herself to call Andrea to threaten her with NDA’s so she doesn’t talk about this incident. Finding that Andrea has already spoken to her employees and made them delete their pictures and videos of Emma. Threatening that any leaks will be traced back to them and they will be fired.

Next thing the group hear is a whoosh and Supergirl appears in the doorway, looking uncharastically dishevelled. Her eyes wide and frightened.

“Supergirl?” Ben blinks at the superhero’s arrival.

“Ah Supergirl.” J’onn stands and makes his way over. “Please can you find Kara Danvers for us? I’m sure her family will appreciate it.”

“What?” Supergirl blinks at him, her eyes dart around the room and settle on Ben. “Oh, right. Yes. On it.” She super speeds away and Ben’s mouth hangs open.

“First time seeing her huh?” James asks bemused.

“Up close yea.” Ben admits.

“Stay with these guys and you’ll get used to it.”

Suddenly they hear running feet and Kara rushes through the door. “Is she okay?!”

Eliza slowly rises to her feet and approaches her frantic daughter. “Her heart stopped but she’s going to be fine.”

“Her heart- her heart stopped.” Kara’s eyes widen even more. “I did that?”

“No sweetheart.” Eliza holds out her arms to hug her daughter, but Kara backs away and shakes her head. Ben quickly gets to his feet, recognising she is going to bolt.

“No, I did that. I stopped her heart by yelling at her. I did that.” Kara turns to flee but Ben rushes after her, calling her name as he runs into the corridor.

Alex watches Ben go after her sister. But she has no desire to move as well.

“Has anyone contacted Lena?” Sam asks the group.

“I’ve sent her a text to contact me when she can.” James sighs.

“I’ve done the same.” Nia nods and looks at her phone. “But it’s still on delivered.” She holds it out to show Alex and Sam.

“Maybe I should go to her, bring her back here.” Sam offers and Alex nods before looking at her Mom.

“Yes I agree. It would also be better hearing it from you rather than a message or phone call.”

“Okay.” Sam stands and pauses as she has an idea. “Brainy, do you have a suit that can withstand breaking the sound barrier? I’m sure Lena will want to get here as soon as possible.”

“Yes actually I do! It’s a design similar to Lex’s suit and should work well.”

Sam nods and places her hand on Alex’s shoulder. “See you soon and let me know if anything changes?”

“Yea.” Alex responds and gently kisses Sam’s lips.

Sam and Brainy quickly leave the room and head to Alex’s laboratory.

-- -- --

Lena goes over her notes for the meeting one more time, her nails tap on the desk, revealing her anxiety over the deal.

A familiar whoosh makes her turn to look at her open balcony door. A habit she’s never been able to stop, even when she isn’t in National City.

“Sam?” Lena asks as her best friend stands there in her superhero suit. Designed very much like Supergirl’s but the colour is a deep, dark purple with a black detailing, cape and mask. Sam morphs away the mask when she enters the office.

“You’re not answering your phone.” Her voice cracks and her eyes sparkle with unshed tears, causing lines to appear between Lena’s forehead.

“What’s happened?” She stiffens and her back becomes rigid.

“Emma-” Sam’s voice gets caught in her throat and she swallows. “She collapsed and her heart stopped.”

Lena’s eyes widen slightly, feeling like her own heart freezes. “Is she-”

“They managed to restart her heart, she’s okay. But you need to come back with me.” Sam implores her as she steps forward.

“No, I can’t.” Lena shakes her head in defiance.

Sam frowns deeply at her best friend, taken aback by her response. The small box containing Brainy’s suit was already in her hand to give to Lena. “What?”

“I can’t just up and leave right now. This meeting will either seal the deal or end L-Corp’s alliance with the Asian market.” Lena massages her temple in annoyance. “They are already going against me for being a woman and in a relationship with one.” Lena drops her hands and sighs. “I can’t have distractions right now.”

“Distractions?!” Sam yells in outrage at Lena’s words. “Lee! Emma nearly died today!”

“But she didn’t.” Lena adds simply.

Sam blinks at her, taking a step away from the CEO. “I don’t believe what I’m hearing.”

“Look, I promise I will come back as soon as I can but for L-Corp’s future, I need to do this.” Lena says, her eyes pleading with Sam to understand. Movement in Sam’s hand makes Lena lower her eyes to the box clutched in her hand. “What’s that?”

Sam looks down and turns it around in her hand. “It’s Brainy’s version of Lex’s suit. We thought you’d want to get back straight away and I had the idea of breaking the speed barrier to get you back. But-” Sam places the box back in her pocket. “Looks like we won’t be needing it.”

“Sam don’t do that.” Lena bites back. Her voice is low and cold.

“Don’t do what?! Lee Emma died. She stopped breathing! Her heart stopped! Alex had to break her ribs to keep the blood pumping around her body!”

She notices Lena’s lip quiver for a moment, but her facial expression remains emotionless. Sam lowers her head and places her hands on her hips. “Alright, but I’m not happy with this.” She snaps her head up and gives Lena a hard look. “What do you want me to say to Emma when she wakes up? She’s probably already awake.”

“Just that I’m sorry and I’ll see her soon.”

“Right.” Sam nods curtly and heads for the balcony. Her fists clench by her sides. If she had been human, her hands would be bleeding with small crescent cuts in the palm of her hands.

Lena watches Sam take off but turns back to her notes. Trying to push away the screaming voice ordering her to call Sam back and go back to National City. But she keeps the Luthor mask on.

‘Just a bit longer.’

-- -- --

Pain is all Emma feels as she slips out of unconsciousness. If she could have, she would have groaned, instead she lets out pained gasps of breath.

“Emma?” A soothing voice calls out to her.

‘Lee?’ Emma’s mind cries back and a hand gently takes hers.

“Squeeze my hand.” The voice says and Emma manages to slightly grip it. “Oh thank Rao!”

‘Rao?’ Emma’s mind queries.

“Can you open your eyes for me?” Another voice asks.

Very slowly Emma partly lifts one eyelid. Wondering why she was finding it so difficult. ‘What happened?’

A torch light instantly makes her eye slam shut.

“Sorry Emma, but I need you to open them again for me.” The voice says gently but Emma scrunches up her face.

Everything was too loud.

Endless beeping shrills around her and she really does not want to open her eyes.

“Please peanut, just open them so we can check your pupils.”

‘Peanut? Alex?’ Emma turns her head to her sister’s voice and a hand gently cups her cheek.

“Yea I’m here. I got you.”

Emma slowly opens her eyes again. The torch light flashes in front of her and then everything gradually comes into focus.

Moving her eyes to the right she sees bright red hair and concerned brown eyes below a deep frown.

‘Alex.’

“She sees you.” Emma hears J’onn’s voice and Alex’s face relaxes slightly.

“I see you too.” Alex says gently as she strokes her thumb against Emma’s cheek. “You scared me.”

Emma’s eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. ‘What happened?’ She thinks and J’onn repeats her thoughts.

“You don’t remember?”

Emma tries to remember. Catco, Ben, Isabel, Kara-

Flaming red eyes fill her mind causing the machines to suddenly beep loudly and Emma stiffens. A surge of pain floods through her body.

Alex quickly studies the information on the monitors and immediately goes to comfort her sister.

“Hey, Emma, you’re okay. I got you.”

‘Hurts.’ Emma’s mind whines as tears prick at her eyes.

“What hurts Emma?” J’onn asks gently.

‘Everything.’ The blonde jerks her head, chest and shoulders, trying to relieve some of the pain there. ‘My chest really hurts.’

“She’s saying everything hurts, mainly her chest.”

“Okay, I’m going to give you some pain relief.” Doctor Hamilton appears with a syringe and injects it into Emma’s cannula. “You should feel more comfortable in a moment.”

Emma nods and glances around the room. ‘Lee?’

“She’s asking for Lena.” J’onn tells Alex and the redhead gives her sister a reassuring smile.

“She’ll be here at any moment.” Alex smiles reassuringly at her and Emma nods, a look of relief crossing her face. “She should be flying back with Sam as we speak.”

‘Mom?’

“Your mother is with Kara at the moment.” J’onn explains as he shares a look with Alex, the pair silently communicate.

‘Is she okay?’ Her mind asks, filled with worry and concern for her sister.

Alex nods and J’onn directs his gaze back to Emma. “She blames herself for your collapse.” J’onn explains and Emma shakes her head.

‘It was my fault. I should have messaged her. I know she’s really stressed and busy at the moment.’

“It’s nobody's fault Emma.” J’onn says softly, stroking Emma’s head to try and soothe her.

“Hey? What?” Alex asks and looks back and forth between the two.

“Emma thinks it’s her fault, that she should have messaged Kara to have lunch.”

Hearing this Emma turns her head away from her sister, unable to keep eye contact with her.

“Em-”

“Director! You’re both urgently needed in the Command Center.” An agent calls from the door.

Both J’onn and Alex look up.

“I’ll stay with her.” Lucy stands from her chair to sit in the one next to Emma.

“Okay.” Alex sighs out and kisses Emma’s forehead, feeling her sister flinch at the contact. “I’ll be back soon.”

Emma closes her eyes and presses her lips together. Her tongue pushing against the roof of her mouth as the familiar feeling of disappointment fills her heart. She listens to two pairs of feet sprint out of the room and swallows deeply.

“Hey, are you in pain?” Lucy asks next to her.

Emma nods and blinks up at her friend.

“Yea? Bit of a silly question huh? I mean you can’t have a few broken ribs without being in pain.” Lucy reaches for a wire and pulls it towards Emma. “Here’s your friendly neighbourhood, morphine drip!” She places it in Emma’s hand.

Emma gives her a small, closed mouth smile and immediately presses it. Lucy smiles back and sits in the chair. She pulls out her phone to check any mentions of Emma and the pair stay quiet. Content to be in each other's company.

In time Emma’s pain dulls and her eyes grow heavy again. She closes them and falls into a blissful, deep sleep.

-- -- --

“Dammit, Supergirl and Dreamer are out of action.” Alex stares at the monitors, unsure what to do as she watches J’onn and Brainy fight the new metahuman.

“Alex? What’s going on?” Sam’s voice faintly fills her ear.

“There’s a new metahuman and we are a bit- short staffed right now.”

“Say no more.”

“Wha-?”

Suddenly a purple blur plows into the threat and Sam joins the fight to apprehend the metahuman.

Alex watches with baited breath as the trio work together with the DEO agents.

Finally they manage to achieve their goal and  the DEO team hurls away the threat while the Superfriend’s take off and land on the DEO balcony.

“You okay?” Alex asks her girlfriend and gives her a tight hug.

“Yea, nothing we couldn’t handle.” Sam tenderly kisses Alex’s lips, they hold each other for a moment longer than normal before Alex pulls away.

“Where’s Lena?” Alex asks and watches Sam tighten her jaw.

“She’s in a meeting and will come back when she can.”

“Oh?” Alex frowns, surprised by Sam’s response. “But you told her what happened?”

“Yes and she’s staying behind, can’t afford any distractions.” Sam bites out.

“Dis-distractions?!” Alex seethes as anger bubbles up within her.

“Mhmm.” She responds through a closed mouth and decides to change the subject before Alex finds a way to get to Lena. “How’s Emma?”

Alex blinks and the rage in her face disappears at the thought of her baby sister. “She’s awake, or was, I imagine she’s probably gone back to sleep.”

“Probably a good thing.” Sam wraps an arm around her girlfriend as they make their way through the command center.

The day goes by without any more incidents. Much to everyone’s relief. Emma wakes up a few times but soon falls back to sleep due to the heavy pain killers being pumped into her.

But every time she wakes up, the first thing she communicates is to know where Lena is.

-- -- --

Alex is standing in the command centre at 4am, lecturing some new recruits about safety on a mission when purple light flashes across the room. Immediately everyone is on high alert and pulls their guns out.

“Lower your weapons!” Alex orders and waits as Lena appears through the portal. “Welcome back Luthor.”

Lena tilts her head at Alex’s tone and her eyes wander around the room and the drawn guns. “Quite a welcome home party Alex.” Lena strolls forward with her suitcase.

“Hoister your guns.” Alex orders and the recruits obey her. “You had your portal watch this entire time?” Alex grits out.

“I did fly out on a private jet, but saw it necessary to use the watch this time.”

“You-” Alex closes her mouth and motions for Lena to follow her. The raven haired woman rolls her eyes and trails behind the director as she leads her to her office. Once they are both inside, Alex closes the door and takes a deep breath. “Lena, it’s been nearly three days, where have you been? Emma’s already back at the apartment.”

“But her heart stopped.” Lena frowns deeply at the redhead. “Shouldn’t she still be here?”

“Not necessarily. The scans are showing her heart is working as it should and there’s no need to keep her here. Plus she will recover better in a more homely environment.”

“That may be the case but Sam said she has broken ribs.”

“X-rays show they weren’t broken.” Alex shrugs and Lena tilts her head as she watches her.

“But?”

“But I felt them break under my hands. I’m sure I did.” Alex admits as she relives the horrid moment of jumping onto the stretcher and pumping for her sister’s life.

“Well, if the x-rays didn't show any breaks, you obviously didn’t.”

“Yea.” Alex pauses and takes a deep breath. “So, are you going home?”

“I will. I need to get some sleep and I need to see her.” Lena activates the watch and the swirling, purple vortex appears behind her.

“Oh and Lena?” Alex calls out to her, making the raven haired woman turn around. “Welcome home.”

Lena nods with a small smile and walks through the portal into her apartment. She breathes in deeply, happy to be in the familiar space again. She glances around as she makes her way quietly to the bedroom. The apartment was spotless with only a few of Emma’s things lying around.

Lena carefully puts her hand on the bedroom door handle and quietly opens it. The room inside was dark, only being illuminated by the soft, city light Lena was letting in.

“Hope, put the lights to a soft glow.” Lena whispers as she steps through and quickly closes the door behind her. She silently approaches the bed and her heart clenches at the sight of a sleeping Emma holding her pillow close to her chest. “Oh love.”

Lena soundlessly gets ready and crawls into bed. She yawns deeply as she lays on her side facing Emma. Her eyes analyse the blonde’s pale face, noticing the bags under her eyes and chapped lips. Slowly Lena reaches out and gently rubs the back of her hand over Emma’s cheek and immediately the blonde begins to stir.

“Emma.” Lena softly coos. Slowly Emma’s eyes begin to move under her eyelids and she stretches. “Big stretch.” Lena smiles and yawns again.

Suddenly Emma’s eyes snap open and she gapes at her girlfriend.

“Hi.” Lena whispers softly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get-”

Emma throws the pillow she’s clutching back where it belongs and swiftly launches herself at Lena, burying her face into the crook of Lena’s neck.

“Ow!” Lena gasps out and holds onto her. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

She strokes Emma’s hair and kisses her head. Emma pulls back and tenderly kisses Lena’s lips. “I love you and I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner."

Emma responds by nuzzling their foreheads together and lets out a big yawn.

“I think we both need some sleep.” Lena says bemused and Emma shakes her head. Not wanting to fall asleep and realise this moment was a dream. “I’ll be here when you wake up love.” Lena says as if sensing what Emma was thinking. “Pinky promise.” Emma smiles sleepily and nods. She squeezes Lena’s shoulder three times before settling back into her arms.

Lena listens to Emma’s breathing grow slower and finally allows herself to feel the magnitude that she almost lost this. She tightens her hold on Emma and soon her eyes grow heavy and she too falls asleep.

(Part Thirty Nine)

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[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Since I didn’t want to keep on adding asks and answers to the original post on fan service, seeing as that post is already so long, I thought I’d make a second post since we got two more asks. I intended for the answers to be relatively short, but well, that didn’t quite turn out that way, lol.

From anon: Since you were talking about fanservice. In performances, no doubt those were somewhat fanservice. But do you think those vmin moments we get after BTS was called on stage during award season was also fanservice. Like the moment in your header and others in MMA 2019 Or the hug and lift in MGA 2018 or in SMA 2019?

I don’t think whatever the members do after the announcement is made that they won an award is fan service. That would mean their excitement and happiness is also just a staged thing for our entertainment, which sounds and is quite dehumanizing when you think about it. I think in those moments we simply see their raw reactions and natural interactions, like the times when Tae and Jimin would hug before turning and joining the group hug before they would go on stage together to pick up whichever award they’ve just won.

Some of it is silly, like Jimin trying and failing to pick up Tae, but saying that’s fan service would imply that they decided in advance that they would do that but I doubt Tae would agree to it if he knew Jimin would drop him, lol. It’s simply a glimpse at their happiness and relief, at the members being excited together. Do they still guard their emotions and interactions to some extent? Of course since they are not only on camera but also surrounded by thousands of people in the audience watching them. But their smiles and hugs when going to pick up an award are still all real.

From anon: I saw the shipping war yesterday. So I would like to ask you for a post about the influence of BTS members on how they stand during the interview or who sits next to whom during the video shoot? Who decides who will be paired with whom during the photo session. That's why I ask, because I don't believe that the members choose their partners and common accessories for their clothing themselves. Thank you in advance because it's so annoying.

All that “drama” was sparked by part 2 of Lee Hyun’s YT video in which he takes on the role of being one of the BTS managers and accompanies them to the filming of the Dynamite and Butter performances for SeriusXM. There we see him check out the set, much the way any of the Bangtan managers and security would, and at one point he sits down on the sofa where we see name cards placed around marking who will sit where. Meaning that this isn’t something the members decide on the spot but is something that is decided by someone else.

Why is it like this? I’ve never worked at a set like this but I would say chances are it’s because the filming crew rehearses the performance before the members even arrive on set. I could imagine that random crew members either sit on those spots holding up the name cards, or maybe the name cards themselves are enough, while the music is playing and they plan out how each member will be filmed, what the order is in which they sing, and which members might sing together and be worth showing together. This makes the actual filming easier and quicker, especially for the members themselves. And we still saw that they filmed several takes out of which the final posted performance is edited together. 

What does this mean? Not much, really. Just that ship theories based on x and y sitting together in performances often or insecure asks about why x and y don’t sit together often are both pointless. I wouldn’t quite call this fan service, but surely there are some deciding factors that go into those choices though it means that, since the members don’t care, and they don’t decide this since it doesn’t matter, we shouldn’t really care or make a big deal out of it either. It also means that whoever does decide the seat placement knows that everyone in Bangtan has so much chemistry together that regardless of who will sit next to who, it’ll be great either way.

Besides this isn’t high school where besties want to always sit next to each other and everyone is avoiding the nerds or losers. It’s seven guys who love and respect each other equally, so really, what does it matter if Namjoon sits next to Hobi or Jimin or Yoongi? And sure, am I happy when vmin or namjin sit next to each other during a performance? Obviously. Do I see any kind of indication of the state of their bond in them not sitting together? Obviously not, and now even less.

It’s also similar in photoshoots with someone from the crew deciding who will stand where and more or less what general poses will work best for whichever atmosphere is supposed to be created. We’ve seen it with the jacket sh*oting of MOTS7 for the subunit photos where Jimin talks with JK about how they’ve been in photoshoot subunits for a while now and JK says it’d be nice to shake things up a bit, so it’s a preplanned thing they have no say in really, or in the jacket sh*oting for BTS, THE BEST where a crew member placed Tae between JK and Seokjin. After all BTS are seven members, and just like I said with performances and concerts, if all of them were to just do whatever they want, everything would take an incredibly long time and be needlessly chaotic.

As for accessories, it’s the same case, as in a team of stylists decides who will wear what for whichever performance. Like during the NTV The Music Butter performance where most of the members wore the same bracelets, rings and earrings from Cartier. 

Most likely the stylists, along with the set designers, decide on a theme for an upcoming performance and using that as guide, the stylists buy seven sets of outfits and jewelry that would fit it. Otherwise, if each members stylist would just buy whatever they feel like it, we’d end up with a mess, as in for instance Tae wearing only bright colors, Hobi looking like he’s a goth vampire, Namjoon went back to the 80s and Jimin emerged in something straight out of a dystopian movie.

Edit: As someone rightfully mentioned in the comments, I should’ve mentioned that the members surely have some freedom of input in the outfit choices and the possibility of saying no to certain things if they decidedly don’t like them. Same as with their make up where we know Jimin is very particular about how he wants his to look like. 

Are there sometimes exceptions where some members share some kind of accessories? Sure, like with vmin and the ear muffs during one of the photoshoots for Winter Package, as example. Or now in the preview for the Permission to Dance performance and Butterful Gateaway on NOW where they were those yeehaw cowboy outfits and vmin are the only ones with a single feather earring. Or in 2020 during the Grammys for their Old Town Road performance where Tae and Jimin shared brown and blue contact lenses, which I’ve never seen any of them do before.

#BTS #more talk about fanservice #and accessoires #vmin

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Primed for Sin / George Weasley

Actor!George

Primed for sin

George x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), female receiving pleasure, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fluff, angst (?).

Summary: George is a famous actor and y/n is starting her career in the cinematic world.

a/n: So basically actor George came to my mind in a ‘puf’ moment. I had to write it for George because I felt like he deserved another moment after I wrote four parts por Prince Fred ahah.

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George started his career in acting like any other person. He grew up loving everything related to movies, series, music, he loved acting. It had started in the small school plays his mother, Molly, made him participate in. In the first ever school play George remember being so embarrassed because none of his friends were in it.

But then he got the taste of what it was like to have people clapping and enjoying and his love for acting started there. Let’s just say after that Molly didn’t make him participate in anything. He did that on his own. He had everything to thank his parents and family for. Because they were the ones who were there for every single play George was in all throughout his school years. Fred, his twin brother was the one who helped George make all the costumes and necessary things for the play he was gonna be in, since his parents weren’t rich and just couldn’t afford to pay someone to do that for them.

It was Ginny and Fred, and then later Molly and Arthur who convinced George to audition for the first movie he ever participated in. George was eighteen at the time was finishing up high school, along with working a part-time job at the local ice-cream store when the opportunity presented it self. When he saw the ad he was finishing up work, it was late and he had been so tired because it was peek summer time and a good ice-cream was what people were looking for. The paper was on the ground all wrinkled up because so many people had step on it already. But George took one good look at it and his heart felt all kinds of weird. Was that a sign?  Should he take it had one?

He took the paper with him, but that night he told nobody about it. He left himself to think about it, what it said and what he read. And laying in bed that night, in the bedroom he shared with his twin brother he fell asleep thinking about a better future for him.

The next morning Ron, his younger brother had found the paper in the pocked of George’s jeans. George had forgotten it there and that’s when he thought he had made a mistake. But the events that happened next told him otherwise. His mom was so thrilled about that idea than when he woke up and came to the kitchen to have breakfast with all his family the first thing he got was a bright smile from his mom and then a tight hug.

“George you gotta audition for it.” His mother had said, he was a little confused and took him a moment to realize what she was talking about. But when he looked at Ron and he shook the little paper he knew they now knew what had consumed his thoughts all night.

George ended up auditioning for that movie after he saw how supportive his family was of it and how they seemed to find this a great opportunity for him. That was the first movie he ever started in.

Turns out being a tall ginger haired boy has it’s perks and people seem to want a lot of him. He stared in a lot of small movies before he actually had his break through. The movie that actually put him in the spot light was a romance movie, where he was for the first time ever since staring in films, the main character. Until then he had only been in the not so important positions.

George was twenty-one when that happen.

He was now twenty-five and people came from every part of the world begging to have him started in their movies. His agent, Leah was always denying people because George had a busy schedule. When his acting had started to grow and the money and fame had started to grow George also started doing something more than just acting. He volunteered in numerous occasions, he also donated a lot of money and was always made sure he was working towards a better world. But being nice here didn’t mean he was nice when it came to his main career.

Leah had warned in various occasion to be more cautious and careful and nicer because he had lost a lot of opportunities because of his bad attitude. George always clamed it didn’t matter because he never stopped getting other more amazing ones.

So now, while he’s finishing up the knot on tie, turned to the mirror eyes focused on what his doing, he’s also rolling them from time to time while he listens to Leah. George was to star in a movie that was expected already to be nominated for numerous grammys and other awards. He didn’t even had audition, he was the chosen one from the beginning and they had also asked him to be part of the process of choosing the other main character he was going  to act with. So now he was getting ready to go to that meeting and Leah was going on about how he should be nice and should behave.

“Please George, this is very important, and don’t forget, they picked you for this but that doesn’t mean you can budge in and deny everything. If they find someone they like and the majority agrees, you have to go with it.” Leah said, finally looking up from the Ipad and locked eyes with George. They were the same age, George had hired her after his second good paid gig when he understood things could be better for him and he needed someone to manage all the stuff he was to unorganized to do. Leah at the time was someone who had just lost her job, was looking for anything to do and George had swooped in and helped her. She was so grateful for that, but it didn’t mean she was gonna give him an easy time. George was grateful for that. He liked that she was hard on him, that’s what he needed to keep himself focused on what was important.

“I’m gonna give my opinion. I’m sorry Leah but didn’t they chose me to help?” He questioned, now turning around to her, his hands smoothing the fabric of his black jacket. When she didn’t say anything he continued. “They did. And so if they did that it’s because they need my expertise on the matter so I’m not gonna hold back. Besides when I started this years ago people were hard on me and that’s how I got to where I am today.” He stated, coming down the small step from the zone in his room where he usually got ready. He smiled at her when he passed her and then went towards the leaving room.

“George, I know, but you have to be nicer. Besides there’s gonna be a lot of people where it’s gonna be a first time going to such a big audition. Please, I beg you, have some consideration.” Her voice was pleading. George sighed heavily and before he responded he was already nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll see what I can pull of.”

The smile Leah had on her when he turned around was massive.

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“George thank you so much for coming in.” Said James, the director of the movie, along side him was the scrip writer and then the author of the book the movie was inspired in. George shook all their hands, a fake smile on his face. Although he enjoyed the opportunity, he never really liked a lot of the people who worked in this universe, some of them were to fake for him. “There’s a big queue outside so this might take some time, but I’m sure some of them won’t even make it pass de minute mark.” The guy gave a laugh that had a lot of negativity to it. And Leah was worried that George was gonna be the mean one.

“So since I see everyone is here, should we just get started?” George asked, trying to conceal the little boredom in his voice. When they all nodded, they went to their designated places in a small very brightly lit room ready to star.

The first ten girls that came in George thought they didn’t even know exactly what they were auditioning for. Although with the script in her hands, none of them was able to form one sentence that didn’t have a mistake in. or that completely changed the meaning of that it was actually suppose to be.

Then they found a girl who was good and performed well but they couldn’t accept her in that moment so they told her they would contact her. George thought it was impossible to find any better than her and she wasn’t even that good, she was just able to say the part of the script she was asked to, without any mistakes.

And also because he was loosing all hope, it had been two hours of this and they had only found that one girl. No other seemed to fit the role of what they were looking for. Until y/n came in.

y/n had been preparing for this audition for a whole month if not more. At only twenty one y/n thought her life was a complete mess. Almost all of her friends had finished college, some already working for big firms, some married, some with kids. They all seemed to have a path in their lives. Y/n? Well in this moment exactly she was swimming in debt, leaving in the cheapest apartment she could find and working full time at a supermarket near her house. Her plan since she was little was to become an actress, y/n loved every aspect of what it entailed. She loved to go to the movies and think it could be her one day on the big screen. She liked when she saw people around her clap at the end of an amazing movie and think maybe, just maybe one day people would clap for her too.

The luck was on her side when the audition was to be on the same day she had her day of work. But even if she hadn’t Piper, her work friend had already made plans to change days with her just so she could go to this audition. She was the most supportive friend y/n now had regarding her dream. Let’s just say all of her friends with their big lives sometimes pitted her for still being so stuck. y/n although a very negative person in life, thought that this was just a small little bump in the road and that one day she would get what she so hard worked for.

So for the past month every time y/n had a small window of a chance she was preparing herself for this. It wasn’t her first audition, but it would be her first big audition. She new the ‘jury’ was gonna be composed of big people, including one of her favorite actors (George Weasley) and one of her favorite writers (Clara Hart), so what better mix than that? She didn’t know any. She wanted to give her best on this, to be prepared for anything they might throw at her to see how good she is. And so she tried to prepare in her head any possible scenario.

So when she opened the door gently and looked at all of them staring right at her, the confidence that she was made of suddenly disappeared, and she was left nervous and speechless until she hit the yellow line on the ground were she should stay to then perform.

“So, please state your name and date of birth please.” The director spoke, she knew that because he had a plaque in front of him with his name and his position, so had all the other. y/n let her eyes follow every person on the table, and she swallowed hard. Now in front of two of the people she liked most she felt like she would never succeed. What if she made a fool of herself? What if they just plain and simple didn’t like her? What if they wouldn’t even give her a chance to do better? Shit. Everything was coming at her, at once. y/n gave a small smile and stated her name. “Good, now please turn to page twenty on your script and we would like you to do that scene, George here is gonna do his part.”

They were choosing different scenes throughout the script to make sure they got the full view of it, but always making sure they chose scenes where George was included because they wanted to see of both people would work together. For them it was important to choose people who had some type of chemistry, so the movie itself would work out better.

y/n nodded, turned to the page in question and then look at George who was looking at the script. He was the first one to start so she was ready for him to do so. But he stayed silent, and after a few minutes talked.

“What are you waiting for?” George spoke rudely, y/n was taken aback by that.

“Ahm- i- I’m sorry but you start.” y/n spoke very quietly a little scared of his tone of voice. The director got close to George and pointed to the scene in question, he then nodded and without any warning or preparation after what he just did he stated spilling out the lines. y/n quickly got back to herself and did her part.

After they finished that and made y/n do a scene of just herself, it seemed like forever before they said something. They were writing in their papers (well, all besides George, he was just looking at them) and then they were talking very quietly in inaudible whispers between themselves. And y/n was just left standing there, her eyes looking everywhere but the jury.

“So, miss y/l/n…” The write spoke this time, she unlike the director and George, had a kind smile on her face. “We have your contact here, expect a call in the next seven business days about your situation.”

She could feel her heart beat so fast and for a second wondered if anyone else could hear it. Shit, she had never gotten that answer before. She had been rejected had soon as she had finished. But now… now she had chance, this meant she had a chance. She was elated, she couldn’t believe it. When they kept looking at her she realized she had still not spoken.

“So sorry, yes, of course, thank you so much.” She said, smiled and then went on her way, not wishing to stall them anymore given they still had a lot of people to audition. That didn’t mean she got the part, she bets a lot more girl were given that answer, but for her that momen was a big win for her.

But what if they had said that out of the kindness of their hearts because the actor had been rude to her? Had that been it? Was his action so bad that they felt bad for her and decided to giver a thread of hope? Oh no, please no, let it no be it y/n thought nervously, it couldn’t be. She wanted to believe that they had said that because she performed well and deserved a chance at the part she auditioned for.

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It had been four days. Four long and tiring business days of y/n waking up, getting dress in her sleepy state to go to work. For days of just existing at her work because her anxiety was too much for her to handle. They said seven days… but it wouldn’t actually take them that long right? They probably just had said that because they felt bad for her, and had found someone way better than her.

“y/n, please, please, stop walking around like the world is gonna end.” Piper said coming up behind y/n and putting her hands on her shoulder shaking her gently. “You are gonna receive that call, and you’re they’re going to accept you and you’re gonna leave this shitty job and get us a nice vacation somewhere sunny.” She said, earing a small laugh from y/n who then turned to her friend, teeth bitting on her bottom lip, a nervous tic she had.

“But what if they don’t? I mean do they really take this long? I mean I know they probably found a million other girls who are suitable for the part, but for days?” y/n clearly exaggerated on the ‘million part’.

“Yes they do y/n, because this is a big movie and they need to get the person to act with the George Weasley to be the best of the best. They just haven’t realized that’s you.”

“Thanks for the positivity. I’m just gonna scan this fish sticks in and the  work on the toilet paper isle to take my mind of this.” y/n gave her a look of ‘thank you really’ and then left to do her things.

She was leaving work at seven, the summer breeze hitting her face, her eyes puffy from tiredness and maybe from a little bit of crying. She lived close to the supermarket so she was going on foot, the walk barely hitting the ten minute mark. But it was when she was close to her door that her phone rang. She picked it up, not looking at the ID because she thought is was piper who had forgotten something.

“Yes?” That’s all she said, before she thought piper was gonna burst in, distressed because she had forgotten something important. But the voice on the other side was male.

“Hi, is this y/n y/l/n?”

“Yes this is she, who am I speaking to?”

“Hi, I’m James, you audition for the movie I’m working on.”

The bried moment where y/n’s thought were not on the movie and so she had a small window where she didn’t feel anxious stopped completely and abruptly and her anxiety came back like crazy. Were they calling her because she hadn’t make the cut? And in the world was she, a somehow positive person, thinking the worst lately?

She thinks it’s because of the crazy amount of bills pilling up in her coffee table because her salary isn’t enough to pay all of them at once so she had to pay them given their priority and need. She usually pays rent, and with the rest of the money that’s left water or electricity. And tries to put some aside for some food, after all she had to survive.

“Ahm yes, yes, sorry.” She apologized when she realized she had stayed quiet for longer than she thought and james had asked if she was there.

“Amazing. So I don’t how to say this in other words other than, I would like you to at this address,” he stated said address “on Friday by nine does that work for you?”

“Sure, yes, but may I ask why?” y/n was lost, why did she need to be there if she didn’t even know if she got the part or not? They were trying to make her look like a fool.

“Because we’re gonna have a meeting and need the two main actors in the movie presen-“ he didn’t get to fisnish the sentence because the scream with had been holding up for what feel like forever finally got out. On the other side James had a smile on his face and his phone way from his ear.

“Thank you, thank you so much I will be there.”

And then they hang up. And for a long moment y/n stayed at the for of her apartment speechless, hands shanking like crazy, her eyes watery but a smile on her face. She got it. Her first ever movie, and a big one at that.

All those millions of auditions where she was left crying because she felt like wasn’t good enough, they now didn’t matter. Didn’t matter because she got the part. And she felt the happiest she had been in a long, long while.

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“Ok, I’ll hang up now but good luck and call me when you leave.” Piper said swifly, knowing y/n was about to enter her first ever meeting. The begging of her dream career. She hung up, put the phone in the back pocket of her jeans and breath in deeply.

She decided to not dress any of the old jeans she used for her (now old) work. So she used on of the best jeans she had, she might’ve worn them too or three times before that, and pared then with a nice blouse and one of her best jackets. Since she didn’t have anything fancy, she wore her tennis. They were kind of old but maybe no one would notice. She got close to the door and knocked three times and when a voice came from inside saying ‘come in’ she did.

She was met with a cute girl, she was the same height had y/n, she had black hair and brown eyes and was looking intensely at y/n. Next to her was George Weasley sitting in of the green colored sofas, one of his legs on top of the other and a phone in his hands.

“I’m Leah, pleasure to meet you. You must be y/n?” She nodded unable to form any kind of sentence in that moment. “I’m George’s assistant. We came in early in case you decided to arrive early as well.”

“Ahm yes, it wouldn’t look nice of me to arrive late.”

“No it wouldn’t.” George said, looking at her with hard eyes, for a moment and then back at his phone.

“Excuse him, he’s a grumpy old man when he had to get up early.” y/n tried no to laugh at that and then sat herself in the chair Leah had pointed to, and then she sat next to her.

“I made him do this because I know this is your first your first ever work related to this. And I you choose to accept some advice I’m more than willing to give it you.”

y/n couldn’t answer her in that moment because they heard the door slam hard, and when Leah looked at the sofa the place where George was empty.

“Like I said, a little moody in the mornings but no worries. Since he left we can do this in silence.” She smiled, and then proceeded to start explaining some brief stuff to y/n. y/n felt that the small amount of time she had with Leah made her felt less nervous. Leah helped her navigate through this new world and how she thought things would go for this movie. “Don’t worry about George, he’s gonna give you a hard time but I’ll give him a harder time.”

“He doesn’t really like the fact that they chose me the, I assume.” y/n gave a nervous laugh, trying to ease the moment.

“It’s not like that. George just thinks they should’ve hire an actress in a name, and experience and no someone who’s doing this first time…” She pretty much had agreed with what y/n had said, but she decided not to dwell on it much longer. “But everyone else loved the way you acted and showed a different passion in the way you acted, you are what they need for this. George just as to suck it up.”

They both laughed together, being interrupted by the door opening and George coming in with the rest of the people, James, Clara included.

“You’re already amazing, let’s get started then.” James said happily, sitting down and giving everyone a gesture to do the same. Leah stayed next to y/n, and George sat next to Leah. Because of the conversation Leah had with y/n before hand she didn’t feel as lost as ever. She understood points and things that were necessary to do. They were also talking and planning how things for the movie would work out, how y/n and George should meet to stage and act the many ,many scenes they had together. How it was important because it created chemistry and the right mood they were looking for in the movie. At the end, after they asked if anyone had any questions, they got up to leave. y/n stayed in her sit even though George had gotten up.

“I think we can take the time to talk about the meetings you both have to do.” Leah said, but she was looking at George because he was the one who was ready to leave.

“You can both talk about that, you have my schedule make her work around it.” George said, looking at Leah. “I have a date with Madison now.” Madison was a singer George had been talking and seeing for a while now.

“y/n doesn’t have to work around anything George, you both have to compromise.”

“No it’s ok, show me is schedule and I can work around it.” y/n tried to make this moment less tense, and soften the angry look Leah had. George smiled cynically and then left leaving the both alone. “Really it’s ok, I have more free time then him. We just gotta work things out so I can organize myself. I have to catch the bus and all of that so it’s better if I know before hand what to do and where to go.”

“Thank you y/n. But I’ll still have a talk with him, he cannot act like this, it’s rude and disrespectful and you are both gonna be working together so he better stop acting up.”

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“y/n is about to arrive, can you please put on some nicer clothes?” Leah exasperated, hands in the hair and her face showed stress. She had arrived about half an hour ago expecting George to be ready in some nice comfy clothes, with his breakfast eaten and ready to start whenever y/n appeared at the hour they had established. But instead George was hungover in his bed, only in his boxers, still soundly asleep. Leah had to come in, wake him up loudly and make him get is ass up from the bed to get ready.  He go up still in his boxers and went down to his kitchen to eat what Leah had kindly prepared for him to eat since she knew in his state he wouldn’t prepare much less eat anything.

She watched George move lazily around his house, going to his room to dress something nicer. That ended up being some grey sweatpants and a t-shirt that had some sex quote on it.

“I won’t be here while you both work on the script, but please George be nice to her. y/n is new to this and the least we can do is be nice and helpful. She’s gonna make mistakes but so do you and you are a big actor. So instead of being a dumbass, try and be just dumb.” George flipped his middle finger at her.

The door bell rang and Leah got up excitedly. She was the one who went to open the door, while George put a yellow marker and a pen on top of the script that had been sitting at the top of his dinning table for what feels like forever now.

“Hi y/n. George is in the dinning room, it’s the door to the right.” George heard Leah say and then continue. “I’m not gonna be here so you can both concentrate on the work, but…” and then he stopped listening because she lowered her voice to much for him to be able to hear. The last thing he heard was the front door to his house close and then steps that let him know y/n was getting close.

“Hi.” She said, front the door of the room, she was in comfy clothes, some leggings a sweat shirt and instead of the old shoes she had on the day of the audition she had some sandals. “beautiful house you got here.”

George wanted to growl. He wasn’t here to talk about anything else other than his work. He didn’t wish to make any other conversation other than the necessary one. So was she talking?

“We should get started. I have some meeting in the afternoon and would like for us to make some progress.” y/n nodded quickly, pulling her bag from where it rested and taking her things out. George noticed her script had already written stuff on it along with some highlighted parts. So she had been working, and George had nothing written on it and didn’t really even know where to start even after Leah had asked and warned him to work on it. y/n let her eyes fall on the papers in front of him and then to him again and when she saw the awkward look he had she felt the need to say something nice to ease whatever he might be feeling.

“Look, I took some notes of where I think we should start and something I think we should do in each part to help us get this write.” She started, and pushed her papers towards him for him to see and read. George nodded and took a look at all her little notes. She had a beautiful writing. When he nodded she continued. “Yeah? You agree?” he nodded again. “Great so let’s start.”

“You should seat first, so we’re both more comfortable.” George reminded her when he saw her still standing up.

George realized during the time they started talking that maybe he was wrong in judging her so soon. y/n knew what she was doing, she had worked hard to get everything to his liking and every time they had to try again on a scene wasn’t because of her but because of him. Because somehow he let his mind wonder a bit to much during these times, and also because she looked soft in that hoodie, we thought he could squish her gently and kiss the top of her head, and then hug her closely to him. He was gonna do all of that, the movie had more than enough scenes for them to hug, be gentle with each other and even kiss. What would it be like to kiss her? George wondered. Maybe her lips would be soft, they looked soft right now. Maybe she would taste like mint, or a fruit, like strawberry or lemon. Lemon looks like a bad choice, but he loved the sour taste of it. And her hands, what you they feel like holding his face while pulling him closer to her so they could kiss, would they be cold? Leah had told him the other day how y/n’s hand were always cold, but always soft. She moisturized.

“George? Everything ok?” George looked at her, a little embarrassed because he had zoned out on their conversation and so he had lost the last paragraph of what she said.

“Sorry.” He apologized and asked her to repeat what she had said so he could say his part.

And the meeting itself was not half had bad had George had been dreading it to be. How he thought each minute would drag out, how three hours of this would probably look like a whole day to him. No, instead, three hours felt like five minutes because y/n was easy to work with. It almost looked like she was doing this for longer than him and had more experience than him. She took this very seriously and George wanted to punch himself because he didn’t believe she would.

“So this sums it up for today.” y/n was putting all her things back in her bag, she had a content smile on her, feeling like they had accomplished so much in such little time and this being their first encounter of many before they would start shooting in just a month time.

“Yeah, we did a lot. Do you know when he have another meeting?” He felt stupid asking this, he should’ve waited and asked Leah about this, maybe then y/n wouldn’t think so low of him. Think how he couldn’t manage his time well at anything that he had to have Leah do everything for him. It was not like that, George was busy outside acting. Being as famous as he was he felt some kind of responsibility to show other famous people what it was like to do good.

He grew up poor, like so many other did, she just wanted his fame to not go to his brain. Every time he felt like that was happening to him he would go to Fred, his twin, oh boy he would definitely bring George back to reality.

“I mean it almost everyday.” She said casually, his scared face made her laugh. “I’m joking. We have another one this week and then the rest of the other weeks until filming is only once a week. But I think this went so well we have nothing to worry about. But if you do feel like we should work more just have to let Leah know, and she’ll talk to me.”

George nodded and watched her get up, all her stuff already put and she was ready to go.

“Well it was a pleasure working with you face to face for the first time Mr. Weasley, see you next time.”

And then George was left alone to all his thoughts.

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They were now only a few days way from the first day of shooting and today was the last day they had their meetings. This time Leah was present because after hearing George talk so much about how amazing it had been she needed to see for herself. In general in any of the other movies she had seen George work in he never really had any closeness to the person he was acting with. So this was a first.

“Look who it is, the man of the hour.” Leah said, she was on one side of the kitchen isle turned to the stairs in George’s apartment, and y/n had her back to him.

“Morning Leah, morning y/n.” the look y/n gave him gave him chills. He still wasn’t use to this weird feeling every time she looked at him.

After their first meeting George tried to really keep those thought to him, to not let it get to his head and ruin everything. But every time y/n came she looked even softer, even cuter and it was impossible for him to feel some type of way for her. She just squished herself in his heart and now had a small place in it. He wasn’t rude anymore.

“Leah is watching us today. My first audience.” y/n joked, making George laugh and look at Leah.

“Great. After this I think we could all for lunch. My treat?” George asked looking at both of them. “Just you know to celebrate this last era of just us, before the big part.” They both nodded agreeing to him.

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When y/n entered the studio where they were going to film for the first time, she felt small. Everything was so big and bright and everyone was talking to someone but she had arrived alone, after taking a three buses and almost loosing herself. She looked around, looking or Leah who said she would be close by the entrance to help y/n. She assumed George would already be getting ready to start shooting the scene they were to start today.

When she walked a little more people started looking at her and she started to overthink everything she did. What she wore, how she walked and if her hair was messy. Shit, it could be. The wind outside was crazy.

“Y/n come on.” Leah came up to her side and grabbed her hand, everything went so fast that she didn’t have time to see were she was being taken. Leah had been a guardian angel in all of this, helping y/n through everything and managing both her and George. “George is almost ready, and I cannot believe it, you two are gonna be amazing.”

y/n nodded nervously, and closed herself in her trailer to get ready. Everything laid out for her. And she tried not to be late, and she was able to get to the scene just in time. George taking the rest of what was left of her breath, way. He was in a back suit, green tie and his shoes were black and shinny. The scene in question was not the very first scene of the movie but something more towards the middle, so this scene had touching and some kissing. y/n had made sure she washed her mouth extra good this morning. George came in to hug her, a gesture that had became normal between both of them.

She wrapped her hands around him, they hugged each other tightly.

“You’re gonna do amazing.” He whispered in her ear, y/n shivered, George noticing it, a smile on his face.

“Ok, everyone in your place.” James said loudly. And George and y/n hurried to their places. She gave one last look to Leah who was next to James, her face happy and she gave them both a thumbs up.

y/n started to say her line. Following what the script had, George had his hands on her waist, y/n had hers on his shoulders and slowly they would go up his neck. He was leaning in close to kiss her. Although having to show a certain emotion on screen, the way her heartbeat faster with how close he got was a different emotion. She felt her hands sweat a little and wondered if he would notice when she got way from him.

George whispered something, just before their lips touched. Her fingers closing in around the fabric of his suit, tighten her grip even more when their kiss deepened. And when he pushed away his eyes never left hers.

The scene continued until a little after, so y/n had to bring herself back together and not let anyone understand how she felt after kissing George. When James yelled ‘cut’ she let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized until then she was holding.

“You did amazing.” George said, although with the amount of people around them he wasn’t scared of being a little to close to her. Although he should because rumors with any girl he was with flared up like crazy.

“Thank to you and your helpful very experienced tips.” She nudge his side and they both walked up to meet James and listen to some helpful advice from him.

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They way things were going amazing was to good to be true. George started inviting y/n after their time on set to just spend some time with him, at first the excuse was that they should work a little more on their scenes, but after the third time y/n stopped biting it and he just had do admit he genuinely wanted to spend some time with her.

So they were both longing in his enormous sofa, watching one of George’s movie because y/n had instated in doing so. George was a little embarrassed he usually never watched his own movies outside the first time they aired on the cinema. He liked to just think they didn’t existed. Not that he didn’t like the job he did, he just didn’t like to look at himself for long periods of time. But y/n had bugging him about it of for so long and the day she gave him those puppy eyes he gave in.

y/n had her legs on top of his, she was in some comfy pajamas because sometime she ended up falling asleep on his sofa and he couldn’t bring himself to wake her up and sent her home, not when she looked like a true angel. So he advised her to bring her pajamas so she would sleep comfortably.

“You look too good.” y/n laughed when a particular scene called for such statement. George rolled his eyes and looked at her.

“This is the last time I’m ever doing something like this. You watched them by yourself from now on.” He stated pretending to be angry, but y/n knew he was playing.

“Shut up, you love it. Every second of this you’re enjoying it.” She nuzzled herself closer to him but when that position of her legs on top of his was not enough closeness to her she decided to change. Turning around so now her head was on his lap and one of his hands came up to gently stroke her hair, her eyes immediately started closing, because it felt so nice and she was tired but she hadn’t realized until that moment.

“If you continue that I’m gonna fall,” she was interrupted by a yawn from her part, “I’m gonna fall asleep.” She finished, eyes already closed and her hands on the thigh she had her head on.

“It’s ok.” He whispered. She did end up doing just that and George had to get up has careful had he could as to not wake her up. Turned the tv and before he left he covered with a thick blanket and the went to his room.

It was about two in the morning when y/n woke up from a wet dream.

She was confused. Her hair was all over her face, some in her mouth. She felt sticky between her thighs and when she uncovered herself she look to see a wet spot on her pajama pants. How? How had it happen? Her and George and been close yes and friendly maybe a little to much with lingering touches and some discreet kisses when no one was looking. But was that reason for her to dream such filth? Her breathing was uneven had she got up, her brain and her legs seemingly not connecting while they guided her upstairs towards George’s room. The lights were off so he must already been asleep. With her legs still shaky she stopped at his door, it sounded so creepy to her, standing there looking at his peacefully asleep. But her body craved his touch.

“georgie?” Y/n voice called quietly while entering the room towards his bed, his king size bed. She kneeled at the bottom of the bed looking at him while his eyes slowly opened, his hands coming up to his head to rub them.

“y/n? Everything alright?” His voice was ruff and sleepy and she felt the wetness between her legs become more prominent but she tried to hide it.

“I-i woke up and can’t fall back asleep” she hadn’t even tried to do so. “Can i- can i sleep with you?” She murmured voice small and hand moving nervously in front of her.

“Of course sweet pea. Come here.” He hold the covers of his bed up so she could come in.

At first after she got in y/n stayed far from him. She was already in embarrassed of coming up here and asking him that, and he said yes so now she was in his bed his warm comfort bed.

“You can get closer, come on.” his sweet voice came from behind her, being she had back to him.

She turned around and got closer one hand under her head and the other on his arm. “Thank you.” she said a smile on her face. He gave a gentle kiss to her nose making her scrunch it up but none the less, laugh. She nuzzled even closer to him, letting her head hide in his neck, he felt her breathing there. The closeness they had made him feel hot all over his body and when a particular change of position made his uncovered leg brush close to her he felt wetness. Her breath caught in her throat. Shit had he felt it? He had to, the way his movements stoped abruptly and the way his hand squeezed her, he had.

“I’m sorry” she hurried to say, now very embarrassed because of what she had said.

“Oh my poor baby, did you have a wet dream?” She nodded unable to speak for herself. “Can I?” He asked gently his hand squeezing her also like that and when he got her agreement his hand traveled towards where she was the most warm. “Sweet thing look at how wet you are. Who made you like this?” He asked, curiosity all over his voice. The hand in his arm came to push his hair.

“You.” He was left genuinely surprised at that. He knew they were close and did things not normal for their relationship but he didn’t know she was dreaming of him like this. Hell if he knew he’d done something about it sooner because she was also filling his mind. His hand gently cupped her pussy thru the thin fabric of her bottoms, a moan leaving her mouth and her hips moving against his palm to find friction.

“So desperate.” She could feel his breath now close to her face his lips leaving kisses all over her face. ‘Tell me baby what did you dream of?’ He asked, his hand putting more pressure on her pussy, her swollen clit loving the attention. She mewled continuing the friction with her hips but now a little faster, almost like she was the one choosing the pace. ‘Nuh uh precious. You gotta tell me first, what was I doing in that dream of yours?’ He pushed his hand way stopping all contact and the broken cry that left her almost made him come back, but he wanted her to speak.

“I- you were.” she tried to speak, her voice shaky. “you were fucking me.”

“oh was I baby? And what more?”

“You- you touched me, with your hands, and they- Oh George they’re so big” The leg that was now in between hers was a great opportunity for y/n to buck her hips into it, the touch to her clit felt like it was too much and too little at the same time. He put his hands at her hips to stop her from getting her pleasure.

y/n brough her hands to his and squeezed them both, her eyes looking at him. “They’re so fucking big George shit, and your fingers.” She was so lost in pleasure that thoughts that made sense almost didn’t pass her mind. “Please.” She begged.

George felt sorry for the way she was feeling. George lets one hand slip from her face, down to her shoulder, sliding his fingers along her collarbone. He drags them down her front, dipping beneath the sheets as he cups the soft mound of her breast. A small gasp leaves her mouth, his hand rubbed against her nipples that immediately got hard from his touch. His mouth came to meet hers letting her moan into his mouth, his tongue touched hers and she felt a shiver run down the entirety of her spine. She did taste like strawberries, the ones he had imagine the first day she had come to his house, and she was soft and squishy like he dreamed of. She let her head fall back a little still kissing him, but that deepened the kiss and her hands came to roam his body staying in the line of the boxers he had.

George pushed of her and looked at her, a smile creeping up on his face. He lowered his head, and bit down on her throat while his hand went thru her pajama bottoms and her thin undergarments to finally touch her now bare pussy. She was even warmer now and the gasp that left her lips was marvelous. He gently brushed his fingers thru her pussy, he could’ve sworn he felt her clit twitch against his hands. The urge he felt then was big and he let his thumb slide against the gentle twitching button that was begging to be touched. He first rolled it gently and when mewled little a kitty he took that had a yes and then rolled again but a little stronger this time. Her legs shook wrapping around one of his legs.

“Oh sweet girl you are quivering, this is your sweet spot isn’t it?” She could only nod.

George’s cock twitched with interest again, he’s hard, he doesn’t think he felt this hard ever, and when her hands gain the courage to pull his boxers down his cock came with force slapping against his abdomen, the pre-cum that left the tip leaving them both messy with the sticky substance. He was stiff has stone beneath the sheets that now felt to much.

“Get undressed.” He said, his voice now a little less sweet and more dominant, he pushed the sheets of them because he now knew both of them were hot. And he also took the chance to finish up taking his boxers, the only piece of clothing that he had. He watched intensely as y/n tried to take her clothes of, but her shaky hands weren’t helping.

When he came down again, y/n took his hand and brought it to her chest, he understood the gesture and gave another squeeze and let, after that, his fingers wrap again around the now hard button that was her nipple and pulled, her hand opening but the pleasure consuming her was so much that the moan that was coming out got stuck in her throat.

He then let is fingers stay in her nipple while the other hand came to her pussy and he plunged two fingers into her, she was so wet that he had his hands soaking again with her juices, she was squishy inside and warm and thigh and he could only imagine how his cock would feel. The movements of his fingers in her so slow that she was bucking her hips again against him fucking herself onto him.

“Desperate, sweet pea.” He kissed her throat again and sucked on it again, the other mark from earlier already purple and this would have the same ending. “You want me to make your sweet little dream come true don’t you?”

The fingers he had inside her pick up it’s pace, her pussy convulsing and spasming around his fingers, whimpers and moans were all y/n was able to let out, her brain was mushy and no thoughts were able to form. And as with his quick pace comes a stron movement, her whimpers turn into longer moans her hands shake, she put one hand on his neck and pulled him to her kissing him hard moaning into his mouth, into his tongue.

She’s so close, he can feel it, this is the first time he’s touching her but it feels like he knows her like the palm of his hand, the way she squeezes even harder around his fingers, how her hips look to closer to him, how he knows she feels any sort of touch from him is never enough. Her orgasm is stopped when he pulls his fingers out, looking for eye contact with her before bringing his fingers coated in her wetness to her lips.

“Open baby, taste yourself.” Ans she obeyed, opening her lips slightly, just enough to wrap around his fingers and she sucked fervently on them. She brought both of her hands to hold his wrist as if telling him to stay there. The way her warm tongue enveloped his fingers had his leaking cock bloat even more with pleasure.

He took his fingers out. “Enough greedy baby, I’ll give you my cock now.”

y/n laid back letting him get on top of her, she opened her legs so he could fit in between them, her hands on his back, her fingernails scratching very lightly at his. It made George shiver and loose a little balance. One of his hands was next to her head holding himself up while the other came down to his cock, he stroked it gently a few times, biting down on his lips to suppress a moan, and then positioned himself at her entrance.

She felt his the head of his swollen cock brush up against her hole, and how he pushed in ever so gently letting them both deep in the pleasure of her cunt enveloping his cock for the first time. The moan that leaves her mouth is something out of an adult movie George is almost sure, he pulls out almost all the way before pushing back in.

“Shit-“ his moans his cut of by the pleasure cursing through his body. “So tight around me baby, just perfect for my cock.” His hands that were supporting his body came to change their position. He kneels between her legs, carefully because he was still inside her, and his hands picked up her legs bending them so she was more open to him. He begins to buck his hips against her quicker and more vigorously, their moans filing the whole room, the only sound they could hear besides the snap of his hips against her bottom, his pelvis sometimes brushed against her clit making her tighten her pussy around him.

George doesn’t hold back on his moans, and the way she feels and responds to his moans makes him know that she also likes. When she moves her hips, he bottoms out on her, his whole length inside her touching the spot that makes her shiver and quiver.

“Fuck, George- so deep.” Her hands come to her breast to touch them, moving them around and toying with her hard nipples making her pleasure even stronger. She was throbbing around him. The smile on his face is big, thrusting up into her while also letting her hips meet his, his balls slap around her bum. y/n’s thighs are tense, her orgasm is starting to build, the pressure in her lower belly starting to get stronger, her legs sometimes twitch as if they’re gonna close.

George keeps bumping into her soft, if she was wet before she’s soaking now, her juices coming from her letting a wet noise be heard, squelching noises every time his fucks into her sweet pussy.

“Sweeteste little pussy baby, can’t believe I’ve been dreaming of this and it’s even better than I dreamed of.” His hips flutter a little in his speed when he also starts to feel his own orgasm building up. She’s convulsing around him, her hands are now bunching up the sheets in her hands and she screams. “My best little girl you are, giving your all on my cock ahm?” The growl tha leaves his mouth is grutal and strong and he gives on last hard trhust agains her as she comes around his cock, her juices coating all of him and his whole cock is even wetter, the pressure from her strong orgasm pushes him out of her and his hand immediately meets his cock.

y/n locks eyes with the hand on his cock, his movement rapid and smooth knowing perfectly how to finish himself, and although she’s looking at his cock he’s looking at her, his free hand comes to one of her breasts and toys with her nipple. “Such cute tits, I’m-“ his voice breaks “i-m gonna fuck them one day, one day- shit.” He’s unable to finish his sentence as his orgasm ripples truh him, his whole body shaking and y/n has to bring her hands to help as best as she can with his fall.

Even with limp arms he tries to not put his whole weigh on her but the aftermath of his orgasm makes such thing impossible. His cum his leaving a mess between her thighs, all over that and his tummy and hers and they both feel sticky.

Sticky but happy, as her arms come to wrap around his body hugging him she feels the best she’s ever felt in a while, even with everything in her life going good. But she feels so close to him, she knows for sure she’s falling in love with the man on top of her and she couldn’t wish for anyone better.

“Thank you.” He murmured. “You are amazing.” He kissed her shoulder sweetly and y/n smiled repeating a ‘thank you’ to him.

This made everything that was to come more interesting. How they still had a whole movie to shoot, and how she knew this wasn’t the end and only the beginning of them.

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