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Win a Date with Javi G, part 1

Javi Gutierrez x female reader x Jack Daniels Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 15.9k Warnings: Cursing. Food/alcohol. Pure fluff and flirting. A little dirty talk/dirty flirting toward the end. Summary: You and your best friend are huge fans of Spanish pop star Javi G, and she managed to convince you to enter a contest to win a date with the singer himself. No one is more surprised than you when you actually win. ✨🎶🥰 Notes: Hey Guys! It's my birthday! To celebrate, Keri and I conceived of this little one shot that turned into a smutty, kinky, fluffy two-parter and I hope you love it as much as we do. For all the folx out there who remember the movie "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton", you'll recognize the inspiration right away -- and reader's hometown is inspired by the waterfront town from "Bob's Burgers". We're all over the map here! Special shouts also to my darling @julesonrecord for imaging how much glitter Eurovision Pop Star Javi G would actually be covered in at every show.

Your eyes are on the verge of crossing when the phone rings, books spread out on your desk in your home office and countless tabs open on your laptop as you try to piece together this bit of research to send off to your bosses on deadline. You almost let the call go to voicemail, too absorbed in this odd passage from an even odder book, but something inexplicable tells you to answer it. The call is Private, the word splashed across your screen as it continues to ring, and your cat meows curiously when she jumps up into your lap as you hit the green button to accept. “Hello?”

Jack tilts the handset for his desk phone against his shoulder and enjoys the sound of the voice on the other end. It sounds attractive, being in the business long enough, you can tell by a voice if the person is gonna be a looker. “Howdy ma’am.” He greets you and then says your name. “Is it a convenient time for a talk?”

Howdy? You make a face instinctively, wondering why you've got a cowboy calling you in the middle of the day. Probably a telemarketer, but what the hell. You've got time. Your cat meows again and you sit back in your chair to let her settle into your lap to be pet while you're on the phone. "Sure," you say after a moment. "What can I do for you?"

“Jack Daniels ma’am.” He introduces himself with a grin as he twists in his ergonomic chair and looks at the poster that is plastered up on his wall for the upcoming world tour. “I’m the CEO of Statesman Talent Agency.” He hums. “And I’m callin’ concerning a little contest that you entered. ‘Win a Date with Javi G’? Does that ring a bell?”

"Oh!" Shooting up straight in your chair almost tips your sweet cat onto the floor but you manage to recover and hold onto her. "Uh–yeah, yes. Of course." Entering the contest had been a whim. A decision made after too much wine and giggling with your best friend. Spain's Eurovision winner Javi G was trying to break out in America and you had loved the album he released - as well as everything he had put out in Spain that you had hunted down on the internet. Your best friend had been able to talk you into entering after about the millionth watching of his winning Eurovision performance. You definitely didn't think you would actually get a call about it though.

“Good, good,” Jack chuckles as he takes his boots off his desk and leans forwards. “I’m tickled pink to inform you that you have won our little contest.” He tells you. “You will be flown out to L.A. to accompany Javi to the Grammys as well as the Universal Music Group after party.” He rambles. “Hotel and your dress will be provided of course.”

"I—"You almost hiccup, the disbelieving laughter coming out of you right away. "Seriously?"

“Now ma’am, my momma would whoop me if I was leadin’ a young lady on.” Jack grins at your reaction, imagining you are about to start dancing. “We do need to be discussin’ some of the particulars. The NDA and the legal-ese stuff the blaster lawyers like to prattle on about.” He hums. “Plus we need to film your ‘official’ win for the announcement. Are you gonna be free next week?”

"I–um–yes, sir, I am." There's no fucking reason in the world to have called him sir, but the cowboy thing just sinks into your brain and the manners pop out by accident. "I work from home and my availability can be made flexible." Having a conventional job for unconventional employers has its benefits.

“Good, that’s good, darlin’.” Jack might get shit for his sometimes seemingly sexist way of speaking, but it’s not often. “I’ve got your information right here in front of me and will be sendin’ you an email.” He promises. “Congratulations.”

"Thank you very much, Mr. Daniels." There, that's more appropriate. It doesn't help that you're nearly vibrating in your chair and about three seconds away from laughing so hard you scream. "I look forward to hearing from you."

“Real soon, darlin’” Jack hangs up the phone and hums, your social media account pulled up and he’s looking at a picture of you. “She’s gonna be perfect.” He predicts with a grin.

As soon as you hang up the phone you're a giggling mess, hugging your cat and giving her all the scratches in the world as she looks at you with distinct concern. Immediately pulling up your best friend’s contact info to call her, you're not taking no for an answer – tonight is going to be takeout and a bottle of wine and celebrating. For a girl who has never won anything before, this is a very big first.

******

Four days later, Jack sighs as he walks down the stairs of the G5 he had flown to your closest airport. Squinting at the light, he’s delighted to find the car waiting for him. The little perks of having an international talent agency often outweighed the long hours and constant ass kissing.

“Thirty minute drive, Mr. Daniels.” The driver tells him when he opens the rear door to let the man climb into the nondescript black SUV. “Not much traffic this time of day.”

“Is there a lot a traffic…ever?” Jack asks, far too used to L.A.’s horrendous traffic in the years he has spent living there. It makes a normal town seem positively quaint.

“People still have to get to and from work.” The driver shrugs and closes the door, only opening his mouth again when he climbs behind the wheel. “Town’s Art Crawl is this weekend, so it’ll get busy fast.”

“Art Crawl?” Jack would normally be on his phone, answering emails but the driver has piqued his curiosity. “What is that?”

“The restaurants and businesses down on the wharf by the theme park all display art by local artists,” the man explains as he heads for the highway. The address he was given is an apartment on Ocean Avenue, so he isn’t worried about finding it. That’s just downtown. “It’s a fundraiser for I-dunno-what. People buy the art and can donate to whatever the cause is at raffles and things. Always brings in the crowds, though.”

Jack hums. “Interesting.”

“Town’s got a lot of good stuff goin’ on.” The driver continues. Having a captive audience suits him. “Just had a big party at town hall for New Years. Community theater is opening a show this weekend. More Art Crawl stuff.”

“Hmmmm.” Jack reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone. Maybe Seymour’s Bay isn’t quite as small town U.S.A as he had imagined it to be. “Sounds like this place has some culture.” He says, opening his mail. “You like Javi G?”

The driver glances in his rear view mirror. He was given a name, a time, and an address and nothing else. Now this guy in a Stetson is asking him about some pretty boy pop singer? “Can’t say I’ve heard much,” he says with a shrug. “That’s the kind of stuff my fifteen-year-old daughter listens to.”

“He is going to be touring in the U.S. in the next three months.” Jack tells him, glancing up from his email for a moment. “Tickets go on sale next Monday.” If there’s anything that Jack Daniel’s excels at, it’s promoting his clients. Even if it’s to his driver for the day.

“Yeah?” The man makes a huffing sound, like the wheels in his head needed some extra oomph to get moving. “It’s her birthday soon…”

“Nothing better than tickets for her and her two closest friends to see the concert of the year.” He reaches into his pocket and and pulls out a card. “If you want to really impress her, call that number and my secretary can set you up with VIP passes for a fair price. Meet and greets.”

The rest of the car ride passes with some grateful squawking from the driver and the usual questions about what it’s like to work for celebrities, and by the time the man pulls the car up in front of the big brick building on Ocean Avenue that houses a florist shop on street level and an apartment up above, he probably should have talked himself silly. Instead he pulls the back door open with a beaming smile and waits for this client to exit. “This is it,” he says, excited for whatever is happening that he doesn’t know about. But excited nonetheless.

“Thank you.” Jack nods as he looks at the neat, well kept building. He steps out of the back of the vehicle and reaches for his briefcase, filled with the paperwork that would serve as the agreement for the contest.

The agent’s arrival time was listed in the email you got last night, and you have been hustling all week long to make sure that your apartment is spotless for his arrival. Putting way too much thought into everything as usual, there are tons of drink choices in the fridge, an entire painstakingly assembled charcuterie platter to offer, and a box of macarons from the bakery down the street that makes the best sweets in the entire world. Even Pyewacket is behaving, just lazing happily in a patch of sun on the arm of your leather sofa. You’re dressed decently, styled like an actual adult, everything is perfect. So when the buzzer for your door sounds, you take a deep breath before you answer without panicking. “Coming!” You chirp through the speaker and head straight downstairs.

He waits, looking around the street and peers into the shop to see the bouquets that are on display. They are beautiful, someone with a skilled hand put them together. It’s ideal honestly and he can already see how the promo’s for the advertisement for Javi’s tour will go.

When the back door to the building opens and you step out, you have to hold back a small giggle at first. There’s a man in a Stetson with a Burt Reynolds mustache peering in the shop window right beside your beaten up little car and you clear your throat politely. “Mr. Daniels?”

Seeing you in person, it's even better than your social media page. Your smile is bright, almost irresistible. He reaches up and sweeps his hat off his head and smiles his most charming smile while he says your name. "It is surely a pleasure to meet you."

The features that you noticed from a distance are the least consequential as the man turns to greet you and aims a smile at you that’s brighter than the sun. Oh god, he’s handsome… “It’s really nice to meet you, too.” You put your hand out automatically, meaning to be polite, and motion to the shop beside you. “Beautiful, right? My sister does great work.”

"It’s your sister's shop?" He asks, glancing back over to the window and then back to you. When you nod, Jack grins and straightens up. "Fine work," he praises. "Probably better that most shops that I've seen charge a thousand dollars a setting."

“She ships long distance and does all kinds of special arrangements.” You tell him, puffed up with pride for your hardworking big sister. “I have her card upstairs, and you should pop in before you leave town. Bring something back to your wife or whoever’s at home.”

"No wife." He shakes his head and winks at you. "Yet." He doubts he would ever marry, his life not exactly conducive to having a little lady putter around the house. "But I know that I send flowers all the time to clients and associates."

“I’ll make sure you leave with Kate’s card, then.” Nodding toward the building, you can’t avoid the little shiver that wink gave you, as silly as it is. “Would you like to come up?”

"I never turn down a pretty lady inviting me upstairs." Jack hums, enjoying the way you seem to fluster. You will look amazing on Javi's arm at the Grammys but that doesn't mean that he couldn't flirt with you and pay you a compliment or ten.

It’s just one flight of stairs that opens into your little place, but the meowing is immediate when your black cat pops out of nowhere and starts inspecting the new arrival. “Pyewacket, be nice to Mr. Daniels,” you instruct, giving her fur a ruffle on your way through the living room. “Can I offer you a drink? Something to eat?”

Jack eyes the fluffy black cat as if he might get attacked and edges past it. Never been a cat man, although it seems to be staring at him judgmentally. "I'm good with a drink." He accepts with a nod and looks at the small dining room table. "Perhaps we can go over the contracts and disclosures here?" He asks.

“Of course.” After going through the drink options you end up pouring two glasses of iced tea and setting them down on the clean table. “I understand the basics. Don’t talk about private things that I might see or hear, and to make sure I actually show up at the appointed time and place or legal action can be taken against me.”

"Right." Jack grins, reaching into his briefcase to pull out the paperwork. "There's also a little disclaimer that any and all sexual activity happens with consent of both parties." He winks at you again and shrugs. "Just in case."

“I—um—okay, that’s…” You look at him curiously. “Is that…something that happens? With these things?” It would be the first you’ve ever heard of anything like it — but then again there is also an NDA on your table right now.

"If you and Javi wanted it to." He admits with a small grin. "Animal attraction and all. This just states that neither you nor Javi are required to provide intimate acts and if any transpire that it is of your own free will."

“It seems way more likely that I’ll overhear something, but I get it. You have to protect your client.” And since absolutely fucking nothing is happening without your consent - thank you self defense classes - you nod and pick up a pen. “So what happens? I arrive at some decent but inexpensive hotel, stylist dresses me so I look halfway decent, and I walk down the red carpet with him then get sent back to the hotel? Quick and dirty, as they say?”

Jack snorts and shakes his head. "Oh no." He hums, sending you a cocky smirk. "You will have a suite at the Biltmore Los Angeles and the stylists will be measuring you the day you arrive to make sure the gowns they pull for you to choose from are your size. We have artists come in to do your hair and makeup following a full spa day."

“Oh.” That’s a hell of a lot more than you expected, and you can’t help but feel a little special and a lot flustered. “That’s a hell of a way to make a girl feel special, Mr. Daniels.”

"This is a once in a lifetime event, darlin'." Jack admits with a charming grin. "Javi's startin' off his U.S. tour with a bang."

“Yeah, I—um…my best friend and I actually pre-ordered our tickets the day the email went out.” You look down into your iced tea sheepishly, but you entered a damn contest for a date. They already know you’re a fan. “Fan Club early access tickets…”

"Fan club, huh?" Jack chuckles and he bites his lip. "Well, we'll just have to upgrade our contest winner to VIP tickets." He decides. "Can't have the woman who goes to the Grammys with Javi G watching his concert from anywhere but front row."

Sure you could demure and say it isn’t necessary, but you’re not at all going to turn down that kind of offer. The nearest big concert venue to you is a decent drive away and you and your best friend had already planned on having to get a hotel room for the night on top of everything else. It is going to be an extra big deal now. “I’m very happy to be extra positive publicity for you,” you tell him instead, knowing that that is probably his biggest and main concern. It doesn’t bother you one bit.

"Good." He smiles and nods. "Not necessary but we will take all the social media coverage we can get." He does level you a serious look. "Before the winner is announced...you should probably make security changes to your accounts." He warns. "Just in case."

“What do you mean?” The ink is on the page now, your signature on the dotted line of the contract appointing you the winner of the contest, so you sit up to pay attention.

"Sometimes fans can be...invasive." He's sure he doesn't have to tell you about it if you are part of the fan club but he does want to warn you. "Make sure that you aren't getting random DMs and that you accept friends. I'm sure that as soon as it is announced, you will find you have thousands of new followers overnight."

“It will be a very busy weekend, then, I guess.” The email that had been sent to you said the announcement was coming within days of your contract being signed, so that can only be soon. After all, the Grammys are in three weeks. “I’ll change my passwords and privacy settings and all of that. Lock it down. Thanks for the tip.”

"Don't want this experience to be anything but magical." Jack winks again and snaps his fingers. "Oh! Damn near forgot, Javi recorded you a message."

“Oh, that’s—that’s so sweet.” So what if it was in his contract? Or if it was just a thing he would have done for any person who won the contest? It’s still nice.

Nodding, he pulls out his phone and opens up the video. "I'll send it to you, it's going to be posted on the official Javi G tour site after the announcement of your win as well."

The message pops up on your phone right away while you begin to read the NDA, glad to have just a tiny bit of legal knowledge from this and that over time. This one looks nearly identical to one that you signed for a work event some time ago so you sign it without fear. The last piece is the paper listing sexual activity as unattached to the contest and of the own free will of its participants and you shake your head all over again. How many people really just fall into bed with celebrities just because they’re famous? It seems so silly.

Javier Gutierrez, known as Javi G to his fans, pops up on the screen and he flashes the sweet smile that has melted men and women's hearts across Spain and Europe. Now destined to become a major success in the United States. "Buenos dias!" He waves and says your name. "I cannot tell you how I am looking forward to our date." He seemingly speaks to you, making eye contact with the camera. "Perhaps you will make me not so nervous." He chuckles nervously as he says that and continues on. "We will have a wonderful time at the Grammys and who knows?" He shrugs. "You might inspire a new song, cariño." He blows a kiss to the camera. "See you soon."

“He always seems so sweet.” Who knows if it’s a character or not, but even in his little Instagram posts or things like that, he always seems completely earnest and giddy. Like he can’t believe his good luck or something. “Is there anything else I should know? Before the day, I mean?”

"Javi has requested a brunch, or lunch, depending on how hungover the two of you might be." Jack smirks because he knows that is very likely. "Something simple, low key with no social media. His way of thanking you."

“No dressers for that, I’m assuming?” You tease because it’s in your nature, but you make a mental note to pack your favourite dress to have brunch in. “I can definitely do brunch. Best meal ever invented.”

“L.A. is the city to have it in then.” Jack sweeps up all the signed paperwork and nods. “You will be sent an electronic version of these papers as well. We just like having physical copies.”

“Sure. Makes sense.” Another nod, as you wonder why this agent came all the way out here himself. “Do you…need anything else from me? Clothing sizes, probably?” There had been no request for physical indicators of any kind in the contest entry, so it’s not like he has them on file unless he’s a creeper.

Jack shakes his head. “The stylist will measure you when you land in L.A.” He explains. “Women’s sizes are so varied from brand to brand.”

“Okay.” Nervous again, you shrug your shoulders and take the last sip of your iced tea. “So is that it? I really have no idea how this works. Obviously.”

“Well…yeah.” Jack frowns slightly and picks up his tea again. “The ticket will be sent to you, we are flying you out two days before the Grammys, then back home two days after.” He shrugs slightly. “What questions do ya got for me?”

“Wait, it’s four days?” You almost startle at that news, but manage to shut your mouth after a few seconds. “Okay, uh…what arrangements do I have to make for myself? Hotel for the other nights? Flight home? Obviously you guys aren’t buying my meals or anything.”

Jack frowns. “Darlin’, I’m sorry, I guess you didn’t read the fine print.” He tuts, shaking his head. “Everything is included. There and back. You are not going to pay for a thing. At least I hope the $300 a day spending money for meals is enough.” They had wanted to make this contest as popular as possible, garnering attention and excitement for Javi G’s tour and it seems as though you didn’t even know what you were getting.

The disbelieving laugh that that news earns him bursts out of you like an explosion and you end up giggling nervously. “I…had had a lot of wine that night,” you admit. “And I never went back to reread the contest information because I didn’t figure there was any chance I would win.”

“Surprise.” He chuckles and tilts his head. “The prize includes first class flights to L.A. and back, the entire stay at the Biltmore and twelve hundred dollars to be spent at your discretion for food. For four days. And the room service in the hotel is included with the room.”

“I’ll grab a city map and a rental car when I land and I’ll be good to go.” Sitting back in your chair, you blow out a breath and laugh again. “This is a hell of a contest, Mr. Daniels. It’s really a very impressive prize.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “I knew there was something they forgot.” He hisses, shaking his head. “We will make sure there’s a car at the hotel.”

“Oh no, that’s not—!” You bite your lip and hope you haven’t gotten some poor office lackey in trouble. “It’s very generous of you.”

“Convertible okay?” He wants to make sure he smooths over this oversight so you are happy as a pig in the mud when you post your stories online. “Drive down Hollywood Boulevard Marilyn style?”

Nearly choking on the first sip of a new glass of tea, your eyes go wide when you look up at him again. “I—that car? The broken down piece of crap you were standing next to downstairs? That’s been my car for seven years and she has been that bad the whole time I’ve had her. A convertible is insane.”

“Then the videos you post – safely – of you driving it with the wind blowing through your hair will be spectacular.” Jack winks.

“Very safely.” You can promise him that with your hand on your heart.

“It’s gonna be a great trip, darlin’.” Jack predicts. “Javi’s gonna love you and you’re gonna feel like a star.”

“I’m very excited.” It felt like a dream to begin with, but now all this? It’s incredible. It’s a fairy tale.

“Perfect.” Jack thinks you’re beautiful and if he didn’t have this contest that needed to be fulfilled, he would be hitting on you. “Only three weeks until you will be in L.A. and posing with Javi on the red carpet.”

******

The first two days in LA are like a whirlwind, posting things to your social media in between sending texts back to your best friend and your sister, doing as many touristy things as you can manage and eating some of the best food you've ever had in your life. This city is like nothing you've ever experienced before and you're enjoying every second of it. The day of the Grammys is an all-day spa treatment for you until you head back to your hotel room. Room service is waiting for you there, and the team of stylists arrive very soon after. The army of dresses that they have with them are all so stunning that you can barely get a good look at one before you're sighing over the next, and they are ready and excited to get to work.

“Knock knock.” Javi can hear the chattering and laughter inside as he stands outside the hotel room with his suit. His hair is already carefully styled and the stylist that is working with you right now is going to finish his look here in your room. Jack had wanted candid photos of you and him getting ready together.

"Oh my god." Sitting at the vanity in the hotel room in your robe and slippers, you swear you nearly fall over right in your chair. "It's you!"

“It’s me.” The door had been left open, due to the people coming in and out of your suite, so he pushes the door open and pops his head inside. “Can I come in?”

"O–of course!" Making sure you're covered by your robe, you get up to offer him your hand and find the smile on your face is even broader than you thought it would be. He's even more handsome in person...how is that possible?

The stylist quickly takes the suit from Javi, leaving him free to take your hand and pull you in for a hug. “Are you excited? I am excited. What a thrilling night!” He rambles, squeezing you tight and pulling back to beam at you, “Jack was right, but he always is.”

"Jack was right you'd be excited?" He smells amazing despite it probably just being soap, and he's so warm that it radiates through you like you're hugging a ball of pure energy in the form of a man. Or maybe the form of a Golden Retriever Man.

“Jack was right that you are even more beautiful than your picture.” Javi corrects with a shy smile.

"I..." What the hell do you even say to that, when it's being said by the most attractive man you've ever seen in real life? "Thank you." Lame. "You're–I mean–you're incredibly sweet." Thank god you stopped yourself before you told him that he is beautiful, too. That would have been a hell of a way to start the night.

Javi frowns slightly as he panics slightly. “I did not mean to offend.” He hastily corrects, biting his lip. “I– I messed it up, didn’t I? Now you are uncomfortable and will not want to attend the Grammys with me.”

"Javi..." Surprising both of you, you reach out and put your hand on his arm. "I got tongue tied. I was about to tell you that you look beautiful instead of saying handsome. It's...you did nothing wrong. I'm just excited and very nervous."

He swallows, taking a deep breath and sighing out softly. “I–I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “Normally I can pretend to be more collected but I am nervous.” He admits.

"It's okay." Both of you end up laughing a little, and you step back to let him further into the room. "We were about to have a great debate over which gown to put me in. Do you want to weigh in?"

“You have not chosen yet?” He is surprised but delighted. “Have you tried any on yet?”

"They took my measurements when I got into the city two days ago and now I get to try stuff on and pretend to be a model." It's completely surreal and you're enjoying every second of it, if you're honest with yourself. The fact that people have whole lives like this is insane.

“You will look incredible.” Javi has no problem slipping into the chair that you had just vacated and he taps his chin as he thinks. “Is there a dress that matches my suit?” He asks the stylist. “Or should we not coordinate?”

The woman tips her head at Javi for a moment before nodding slightly and pulling away to sift through the garment bags that she brought. "We can make your accessories match," she tells him confidently. "You have pearl and gold cufflinks and gold horsebit on velvet loafers. For her," she nods to you while she talks. "I have two velvet gowns. Both will work with gold and pearl accessories." One gown is lush black velvet and the other is seductive red, both in vintage cuts. "How about one of these?"

Javi looks to you for your opinion. You will be wearing the dress after all. “What do you think?” He asks, genuinely wanting your input. “If you would rather something else, that is perfectly fine too.”

"Velvet is great. I'm not upset about that option." You're not upset about any of this, and you step toward the stylist with the dorkiest thumbs up known to man. "Let's try both on and see which one looks better."

Javi chuckles and nods. “That sounds like a perfect plan. Shall we have some champagne?”

Champagne. On Grammy night. With your favourite singer of all time. While you try on designer gowns. If you could go back in time and tell Little You about all this you'd never believe yourself. "Absolutely. Let's do it. You pour and I'll be right back."

Javi knows that the bucket of champagne is going to arrive soon. Jack had assured him that he was ordering one for when you were meeting him. Knowing that some champagne would calm him down.

Disappearing for the time it takes to wiggle into the red dress, you glimpse yourself in the mirror long enough that you almost sigh. It's stunning. Reminiscent of old Hollywood, it fits and flares in all the right places and the back hangs low enough to show off a whole lot of skin. Unfortunately, you note as you step out for Javi to see the dress on you, it's a little hard to walk in because it is so form fitting.

Immediately, Javi frowns when he sees your lips pinched together in concentration. “What is wrong with it?” He asks, leaning forward. It’s stunning, to be sure, but he will not have you uncomfortable for the entire night.

Biting your lip just gives you away even further, and you shrug a little helplessly. "I'm not very good at being elegant, I guess," you have to laugh to not be embarrassed. "It's a little hard to walk in."

Javi nods seriously, his brows pinching together. You look sexy in the dress and he knows it is flattering, but if you aren’t comfortable, it’s not the dress for you. “No.” He decides, shaking his head. “I wish for you to be comfortable.” He flashes a grin with a roll of his eyes. “As comfortable as you can get in a formal dress.”

The horror stories of being sewn into red carpet gowns, not being able to breathe, or walking in one specific way all night are thankfully not in your future, and you smile gratefully. “Okay. I’ll put on the other one. Be right back.”

“It is beautiful though!” Javi calls after you, watching you toddle out of the room into the bedroom of your suite.

He’s right, obviously. It’s a stunning gown and gorgeously made, but the one and only time you ever walk a red carpet is not going to be a night you have to hold your breath and tiptoe in order to exist. The black velvet dress is slightly shorter, the silhouette is much more comfortable, and the intricate pattern in the material is accented by an off-the -shoulder neckline that makes you feel elegant without being too exposed. It’s perfect, and you know the second you walk out that the difference is immediate.

Javi sits up straight in his chair, captivated by both the dress on your body and the shy smile that lights up your face. You feel good in this dress and that makes you even more stunning. “Estás preciosa. Impresionante.” He murmurs as he stands. “Yes, this is – it is beautiful.”

“It’s so comfortable,” you barely stifle a giggle, gleeful and unable to really wrap your head around your own good luck. “You, um…you like it?” As surreal as it is to have this monumentally talented international star sitting there gauging your appearance in red carpet fashion, you don’t feel as nervous as you thought you would. As you did right when he came in. He just had such a positive energy about him that it puts you right at ease.

“It’s is perfect, no?” Javi bobbles his head enthusiastically as he looks at the stylist for some back up. “She looks like she is a celebrity herself.”

“She will be after tonight.” The stylist hums her approval. “Sit down, honey. Have a drink, chat, whatever you like. Just don’t move your head a lot while we’re putting your look together, okay?”

“Drink. Chat. Don’t move,” you laugh lightly at the directions and sit back down again, delighting when Javi himself hands you a glass of champagne. The last two days have been surreal, and this has just leveled up to crazy.

“It is easy to do once you remember not to look at everyone.” Javi assures you, sitting down in the chair that has been set up next to yours for last minute touch ups. It will allow him to chat with you and get to know you before the red carpet. “Are you looking forward to the awards?”

“Yeah, absolutely!” It’s such a once in a lifetime chance for you, what’s not to love? “I have no idea what to really expect, though.” A laugh comes easily but you have to remind yourself not to shrug. “I watch it on TV like most other people, but I have a feeling that a lot of stuff happens that isn’t shown on the broadcast.”

“We will find out together.” Javi admits with a giddy grin. It will be his first American Grammy Awards show and he is looking forward to it. “But we will have fun. I am sure of it.”

“We absolutely will.” Looking at him in the mirror as the stylists go to work on both of you, the whole thing is just…it’s perfect. It’s the story you’ll tell for the rest of your life. That time you reached Peak Awesome by winning a contest.

“And then we have the after parties.” He chuckles with an excited grin. “Sharing a drink with all my favorite artists.”

“Are we supposed to go to certain ones?” You had re-read the contract and contest rules over the last few weeks and there was a lot you had missed in your wine haze when you had entered.

“We will make an appearance for Jack. The main party….” He snaps his fingers, unable to think of the name. “Then we can choose where we would go.”

“Universal Music Group.” You remember that one, considering it’s such a big deal. “Jack did a really amazing job setting all of this up.”

“Jack is wonderful at everything he does.” Javi assures you with a small smile. “He has guaranteed my success in the States.”

“Well,” the smile you aim at him in the mirror is shy. “I already have my ticket for the tour. Jack, um…upgraded it. To VIP. So tonight won’t be the only time you see me, it seems.”

“Wonderful!” Javi lights up happily. “I might have to pull you up on stage with me.” He teases with a small wink. “Croon a few songs while you are there and make everyone in the stadium jealous.”

This man just does not do things by half, does he? It makes you wish you had about three more glasses of champagne to justify this bubbly feeling. “Well…he also put me and my best friend in the front row…so if you wanted to, we’ll be right there.”

“Your best friend? Is she a fan as well?” He asks, his eyes wide and sincere. “Or are you dragging her along for someone to attend with you?”

“She’s a fan, too.” You assure him, watching in the mirror as the stylist carefully sets the curls in his hair. “We watch Eurovision together every year, and the first time you performed for Spain…three years ago? You absolutely should have won, by the way, but we’ve both been fans ever since.”

“Thank you.” Javi still has a hard time accepting compliments, even as long as he has been performing, so a blush darkens his tanned features. “I am grateful that you think so. That is what matters to me, people enjoy my music.”

"There are a lot of us out there." If you thought he was sweet before, now you just want to wrap him up in cuddles and protect him with everything you've got. He's just a nice man who wants people to connect to him, and he's so endearing that it makes you ache. "You have a huge community of fans out there. All over the world."

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He ducks his head, causing his stylist to huff and remind him about staying still. “Oh! Sorry.” He catches your eyes in the mirror and winces, although he is grinning slightly.

"I promise, you do." Considering you're a member of that community, you would know. But either way, you beam his smile back at him in the mirror. "There are a lot of people in the States who are very excited to see you come over here. It's going to be great."

“I hope so.” He gushes. “I have always dreamed of coming over to American music billboards. ‘Crossing over’.”

His excitement is so sweet and pure, and you can't help the way your smile spreads and spreads the more you talk to him. "I don't know anything about distribution or profits or tours or any of that. But as a fan? There are so many of us who are so excited about this. I think it's going to go really well for you."

“Fingers crossed as the saying goes.” Javi is grateful that you seem to be such an encouraging person and his eyes light up. “We should call your friend!”

"Would you mind it?" Your phone is out on the vanity in front of you and you had thirty seconds worth of forethought this morning to change your lockscreen from a picture of Javi to one of you and your friend and your sister in her florist shop so that when he nods and you pick up your phone it isn't a cringeworthy moment.

“Not at all. You should FaceTime her!” He insists, eyes sparkling with the excitement of surprising your friend.

"Her name is Esme." You're practically giggling as you tap your phone screen, and grateful when the stylists move him slightly closer to you while they work so that you can both be seen in the small screen. "She's going to absolutely lose her mind. So...just be warned."

“That is okay.” He grins as he leans over a bit more to smoosh his face next to yours in the screen as you try to connect to your friend.

The phone rings twice before she picks up, but Esme is currently cat sitting for you and it's Pyewacket's face that greets you instead of your best friend's. "Hey Pye!" You coo at your cat, who looks confused as hell to see you in a little window instead of all in front of her. "Es...put the cat down and say hello," you giggle, still making faces at your cat.

“Aren’t you calling for a Pye check in?” Esme laughs as the feline jumps down and she turns the camera towards her face. “So how is it–” Her eyes widen and she starts to squeal. “OH MY GOD, Oh my god! Javi G!”

"I'm calling to say hi," you cackle, nearly keeling over in your chair to the dismay of your stylist. "Javi thought we should give you a call."

“Oh my god, oh my god, hiiiiiiiiiii.” She gasps out, nearly about to pass out from not taking a breath yet. “I can’t believe that I’m talking to you!”

"I told you," you smirk to the man beside you, but it's all good natured. Everyone deserves a little love and encouragement, right? His just comes from fans. "Es, you have to breathe, babe," you remind her over the camera.

“I’m so sorry.” She looks stricken for a moment. Embarrassed that she might be embarrassing Javi G.

“Hello.” Javi finally has a moment to speak and he smiles indulgently into the camera. “Do not be sorry. I am happy to meet you Esme. You have a beautiful name.”

“Y-you’re beautiful,” she giggles, like she isn’t a grown ass woman of thirty. “I mean— ah, my friend is the smart one. I’m okay with that. You’re meeting her, she’s the smart one.”

“Oh, you’re going to lose it even harder at the concert in a couple of months,” you can’t help but laugh, really. Esme wears her heart on her sleeve and doesn’t apologize for it.

“I will send your friend home with an autograph for you. Is that okay?” Javi asks, raising his brows in question.

“That would be amazing!” Esme squeaks. She would be clapping her hands with glee if she didn’t also have to be holding up her phone. “I’m gonna record the whole thing on your DVR tonight, babe,” she promises you eagerly. “You’ll have it to watch over and over.”

“I will talk to you again before she leaves.” Javi promises before kissing his hand. “Ciao Esme!” He knows they can’t keep talking, needing to finish getting ready and there needs to be behind the scenes photos taken.

“I love you, honey, I’ll call you later!” You promise her before having to end the call. The clock is ticking and it’s almost time to go. “That was incredibly sweet of you. I know she’ll never forget that in a million years.”

“It was a small thing.” He shrugs one shoulder and gives you an embarrassed grin. “We will have to call during brunch so you can talk longer.”

“Jack said the brunch was your idea?” You ask, setting your phone back on the vanity. “I think it’s absolutely perfect. Brunch is absolutely my favorite meal.”

“I figured that even though the Grammys are exciting, we won’t get a lot of time to talk.” Javi reasons. “But brunch? Brunch is perfect for talking.”

As if to prove his point, the stylists move over to do a full face of makeup on you and just a few small touches on him - bits of eyeliner and glitter that the naked eye would hardly perceive but that enhances his look so much.

Javi grins in the mirror as you open your mouth so the lipstick can be painted on the interior of them far beyond what women normally do. “It should withstand any eating or drinking,” the stylist tells you when she is done, and she puts the tube down next to your phone. “But keep it with you for touch ups just in case.”

“I am glad I do not have to wear that.” Javi hums.

“It’s not so bad.” Lipstick always feels glamorous to you, adding to that elegant celebrity vibe that tonight is giving you, especially after spending all day at the spa. “Besides,” you grin and it wrinkles your nose. “You have more glitter on than I do.”

“To make me sparkle on camera.” He rolls his eyes but he knows the effect will look good on film.

“It’s cute,” you promise him easily. The jewelry and accessories have come out now – the very last thing before you are ready to get into the car to head to the red carpet.

Javi stands and smiles at you. "Now I must put on my own suit to match your beauty."

The whole thing takes less time than you would think, but by the time you’re ready to take pre-show pictures the stylist who is snapping them for you is making silly jokes about adult prom while he does his tie and you check your purse one last time to make sure you have everything. The night is going to be absolutely incredible and you’re starting to vibrate with excitement.

"I must confess." He takes your hand and leans close. "I have been so nervous for tonight that I have not eaten anything." He whispers. "Have you?"

“I’m the opposite.” His hands seem almost twice the size of yours, enveloping yours and keeping you close. “I’ve been nibbling all day to try to take my mind off being nervous.”

"So you would not want a pit stop by In & Out?" He asks, almost pouting at the idea. "I have a wish for their fries and American Coke."

“Well, I think we have to.” You’ve been nibbling today, picking at fruit and cheese, charcuterie and spiced nuts at the spa. As much tea as you could drink. The room service tray was delicious but definitely picked over. But fast food with a pop star is way better than some of the things you had on your proverbial Bingo card for tonight. “I’ve never had In & Out. We don’t have them where I’m from.”

"We can have the driver swing through the drive through on the way." He grins mischievously and nods. "We can experience it together."

“It will make a very silly story in an interview one day. I think it’s an excellent idea.” His phone goes off on the table again, flashing as it sits beside yours, and you see Jack’s name pop up on the screen. “I think you might have some instructions, or hopefully some encouragements, incoming.”

Javi picks up his phone, his face lighting up when he hears his agent's voice. “Rey,” he hums, grinning at you as he speaks. “We are just about to leave.”

“Está bien, zorro.” Jack’s voice on the other end is pleased and honeyed. “Y’all got everythin’ you need? Clothes fit, stylists done their duty? Car should be downstairs waiting for you.”

“Sí.” Javi bobble his head even if Jack cannot see him. His hand reaches up for the necklace around his neck. “We have already taken some pictures, rey. They are fantastico. She is more beautiful that I imagined.”

“I knew you’d like her.” Jack seems satisfied at the choice, and his voice pitches low for a moment. “Now you two behave and I’ll see you at the party. Buena suerte esta noche.” Good luck tonight.

“Sí.” He hums warmly, smiling as he pulls the phone away to look back at you. “Jack will be joining us at the party.”

“Then we better make sure we have fun before that.” Boldly putting out your hand to him, you nod to the door of the suite. “So we can have plenty to tell him.”

He takes your hand and grins. “Are you enjoying your prize so far?”

“It’s absolutely amazing.” And why does holding his hand feel like the sweetest, giddiest thing in the world? Esme’s going to be hearing about this forever, she really is. You could just melt over it. “I still have two more days here after tonight and I just…it’s more than I ever thought it could be. Going home is going to be such a bummer.”

"Where are you from?" Jack had told him the town, but he couldn't remember off the top of his head. You both are out the door and striding down the hallway with the stylists snapping photos of you. Jack probably told them to do that.

“Seymour’s Bay, New Jersey.” It’s a small town that almost no one has ever heard of, and you shrug a little. “We’re a ninety minute drive from New York City, and we have an old style amusement park. Those are about the only notable things from my town.”

"I see." He nods and once you are on the elevator, he squeezes your hand. "So what do you do, Belleza?"

“It’s…kind of weird.” You admit, feeling very schoolgirl in your beautiful dress while the man of your dreams holds your hands on the way to a very fancy party. “I’m a researcher for a podcast. True crime, a lot of history, some supernatural stuff. Sometimes we talk about movies made about true events and what they got right or wrong. It’s basically me and my cat and a whole lot of books.”

"Interesting." Javi doesn't think it's weird, but he frowns slightly. "Do you do the podcast? Or do you just research for it?"

"I research for it." The frown makes you certain that you've completely weirded him out or made him uncomfortable, and you shrug again. "I studied to be a librarian, but through a series of random events, I ended up becoming a researcher instead. My bosses are great, though, and I can work from home. So it's way better than a lot of other jobs based on just that."

"That is unfortunate." Javi shakes his head. "I think you would be good at the podcast." He smiles. "You have a beautiful voice and I was hoping I could listen to you sometime."

"Anytime you want to hear it, you just give me a call," you joke, never thinking for a million years that he would actually do such a thing.

Javi nods seriously, making a note to himself that he needs to have Jack give him your number. The elevator starts to slow down and he sighs, squeezing your still joined hands. "The car should already be waiting for us."

It is, just as Jack had promised, and the crowd of fans and paparazzi outside that had gotten wind of where he would be are held at bay as you and Javi are ushered quickly into the backseat. More luxurious than any sedan but not quite a limousine, you're glad all over again to be wearing the less cumbersome dress of what you tried on. There is plenty of room to stretch out and be comfortable as the driver pulls quickly away from the hotel entrance.

"I didn't think that there would be so many outside." His eyes widen and he looks back at the crowd that gathered and was still snapping pics as you drive away. "That's crazy."

"Some members of your fandom are...a little more zealous than others." No one was overtly rude or acted out or anything like that, which was fortunate, but it's a very good thing that the car's windows are tinted. The further you get from the group, the harder it will be to pick out your nondescript car from all the other black cars with tinted windows in LA.

Javi scoots forward so he can tap on the the divider between the driver and the you. When the window rolls down, he shoots the driver a grin. "Can we stop by In & Out?" He asks. "We want to grab some food and drinks before the red carpet."

The driver chuckles, obviously having heard this request before, and he nods. "Sure thing, Mr. Gutierrez. There's also some drinks in the cooler built into the seat between you, if you want them. Not sure what Mr. Daniels put in."

"I'm sure Jack put in all my favorites." He grins and nods before he sits back. "Jack stocked the drink cooler in here." He tells you before he reaches for the pull down for the seat.

"He seems to think of everything." When Javi pulls the cooler open there are half bottles of Spanish cava from a vineyard on his home island along with a plethora of canned cocktails in every flavour imaginable and, of course, water bottles. You have to admit to being impressed. Jack seems to be an incredibly thorough man. And that thought turns dirty very quickly.

"He does." Javi nods as he pulls out a bottle of the cava and starts to twist to the wire off the cork to open it. "Shall we share a drink before our fries?" He offers.

"Wine and French fries is actually a combination I've done before," you roll your eyes at yourself. "Because I'm clearly the classiest person you know. But yes, absolutely let's celebrate."

"Cava and papas fritas are a match made in Heaven." Javi insists, popping open the bottle and taking a swig directly from it before offering it to you. "I can open your own if you do not wish to share."

"I'm not fussy." He's charmingly normal, and yet also you don't think you've ever met anyone like him before in your life. He is simultaneously vibrating like an overexcited chihuahua and as laid back as any housecat. When he offers you the bottle you take it, enjoying the heady buzz of more bubbly in your system. Nowhere near even tipsy, you're simply relaxed.

"I must confess." He turns towards you with an earnest expression and leans in close. "I am surprised by how normal you are." His eyes widen, realizing how horrible that sounds. "I mean, how normal you are taking all of this" He rushes out, cursing himself for insulting you. "I would be about to jump out of my skin and you are so cool and composed."

"It's partly the bubbly," you admit with a guilty grin. "But..." Pressing your lips together when you move the bottle away from them makes you look even guiltier, but you can't help it. "I'm just trying really really hard not to weird you out. Like Esme's reaction when we called? I've been doing that on the inside for the entire time."

"Do you want to know a secret?" Javi asks, his eyes widening and he leans in closer to you.

"Very much." And you will keep it secret and safe for as long as you live, just glad to have these memories to hold on to.

"I feel like that all the time." His eyes widen in seriousness and he bites his lip. "I am always anxiously bouncing off the walls and wondering if everyone around me thinks I am crazy."

"How many people have ever referred to you as a puppy to your face?" You ask with a grin, knowing that the majority of the American fandom refers to him as a 'golden retriever boyfriend' with maximum affection. His brow furrows in confusion and he tilts his head to the side as he looks at you. Trying to figure out what you mean by that. "It means you're excitable and sweet and you have really positive energy." The last thing you want is for him to think that you're covertly taking a dig at him or something, because it's completely the opposite. "Your happiness is infectious."

"Oh." Javi nods as he smiles at you, understanding what you are saying now. "Then it is a good thing."

"It absolutely is." You would never have said it otherwise, but you feel a little hazy from how close he is. His presence really is intoxicating.

"I look like a puppy, hm?" He asks, leaning in a little more. "A cute puppy?"

It's criminal the way your heart leaps in your chest, but you're flustering before you can even blink. "I think the agreed upon term is...'Golden Retriever Boyfriend'," you admit sheepishly.

"Golden...Retriever...boyfriend..." He says it slowly, letting the words roll on his tongue. Biting his lip again as he thinks about the nickname that he is apparently known by. "Do a lot of people call me that?"

"I–" You could lie. You could. Or play it off. But you just sort of giggle as he passes the bottle back to you to sip from again. "...yeah. At least, in America they do."

"Maybe I should get a dog." He thinks with a grin. "They have such loving little faces and always love you."

"You should do what makes you happy." It's good advice that you can never seem to follow for yourself, but he absolutely deserves all the good things in the world.

"Do you have any pets?" He asks, feeling the car slow down and turn. He looks out the window and grins when he sees the iconic sign for the west coast fast food joint.

"The cat in the phone call?" You grin at the excited look on his face. "She's mine. Pyewacket...like the cat from Bell, Book, and Candle."

"Ohhhh, she was pretty." He nods, grinning. "Sleek looking, have you had her long?"

"She's two now and I've had her since she was twelve weeks old." That beautiful black cat is your favourite roommate and only child, and you love having her. "Someday maybe I'll get her a puppy sibling. But the apartment I live in is a little too small for that right now."

"Mr. G." The driver clears his throat. "We are nearing the window. "What would you and your guest like to eat?" He asks politely.

The two of you collaborate on an order in the backseat just in time for the driver to order at the speaker, and only a few minutes later you have a bag between you and Javi's craving for American Coke is being fulfilled. "Should have enough of a drive to enjoy your snack before we get there," the driver tells you, fully amused before he puts up the separator again.

"I'm so excited." Javi confesses, even as he starts opening napkins to start draping over your lap to protect your dress. "I have heard so many good things about this and have not had time to try it before now."

"Are you that busy getting ready for your tour?" It must be an immense amount of work, but you don't really have any bearing on what goes into it. Not really.

"Rehearsals are normally fifteen hour days." He admits with a rueful grin. "Another reason I have been looking forward to the Grammys. It's a break."

"Fifteen?" That sounds like torture, and you immediately offer him some French fries like an apology. "Please tell me you have all kinds of people whose literal job it is to take care of you, because that's insane."

"Jack makes sure that I am well rested." He assures you, smiling at how thoughtful you are to worry about him. "It will get better. Hard work now to insure that the tour is perfect."

"It will be perfect." Of that you have no doubt. He's an amazing performer with incredible talent and dedication. "And I'm glad you have someone to look out for you. I know...people always say that being famous is lonely, and you're too sweet for that."

"It– it can be lonely." He admits, frowning slightly and reaching for his Coke to take a sip of it. "I do not have many friends." He shouldn't admit this to you. Opening up too much, you could tell people even though there is a NDA that protects him.

"Well that's shitty." Turning to face him completely in the back of the car, you decide that the frown on his face is completely unacceptable and you shake your head. "You have one more. If you want to, I mean. You want to talk to somebody, or vent about your day, or whatever, you just drop me a line, okay? And if you ever want to see the lamest town in New Jersey sometime, I'll take you to the broken-down amusement park for the probably-unsafe rides and rigged carnival games."

"Really?" He asks, surprised by the offer. People often want to be close to him, to get things from him, but it's never an offer to just listen. "That is– that is very nice of you." He chokes out, emotional from the gesture.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." In a moment that might qualify as juvenile if it didn't feel so honest and pure, you stick out your pinky finger to him and grin. "Pinky promise. Jack has my number and my email, but I'll give it all to you at brunch tomorrow if you really want it. Friends shouldn't be hard to come by for somebody as nice as you are."

His grin lights up his face and he eagerly hooks his finger around yours. "I know it seems silly to not have friends." He admits. "My family kept me isolated. Practicing to become famous was more important than friends."

"My family put pressure on me in other ways. And I know I don't have any kind of demanding career like you do, but I get it. When they decide they know what's best for you they never let go." Squeezing his finger gently in yours, the two of you are back to your snack in no time. "I do shifts in my sister's flower shop to keep them quiet. The whole family are all florists except me."

"Florists?" His brows shoot up and he hums. "They create beauty and they can't understand why it doesn't fulfill you."

"I am...not very artistic," you admit, picking up another French fry. It's official. In & Out is amazing. "I can appreciate beauty, and music, and art, and theater, and all of it. But I'm not good at making it myself. So sometimes I run the cash register for my sister on busy days or help with shipments. But arrangements? Esme and Kate do all that."

"There is nothing wrong with that." He shoves some fries into his mouth and follows it up immediately with a sip of Coke, moaning at the taste of it combined. "You have to have a sip of Coke with your fries."

It's not exotic for you at all, but he is so excited that you lean over and accept a sip of Coke without a second thought. There really is something so fantastically satisfying about simple, greasy fast food while you're all dressed up that is so much fun. "So are you right back to rehearsals tomorrow after brunch, or do you still have time to relax?"

"I will start back rehearsals next week." He tells you with a grin. "The last week before the tour starts. They don't want me to be too tired at the start of the tour." One more week of practice and then the last week before the kickoff will be spent relaxing.

"So you have time to relax and enjoy yourself." That makes you nod with authority you definitely don't have. "Good. You should do things with your time that make you happy. Collect lots of memories. You never know where inspiration can strike, right?"

"I am hoping to." He smiles although there is a hint of secrecy in the curve of his lips as he says it. "There are a lot of things that I wish to experience. Especially if I am going to make the move to America permanent."

"Are you?" That rumor hasn't even hit the most in the know members of the fandom as far as you can tell, and you make the motion of an ‘x’ over your chest. "I signed the NDA, Javi. I won't say a word, I swear. But that's so exciting!"

He flushes again, realizing he has misspoken and yet with your hand reaching out to take his, he relaxes slightly. "I shouldn't have said that, but I'm glad someone knows." He admits, knowing that only his people, Jack, know of his plans.

“And hey.” You squeeze his hand gently, a moron he seems to find reassuring. “Even if I hadn’t signed it? We’re friends now. Friends get excited and keep secrets for each other. It’s part of the deal.”

"Thank you." The last few fries are gone quickly and he carefully starts to wipe his fingers free of salt and grease before he checks his suit for any dropped grains.

“Here.” There’s just a few specks of salt on his lapel but you lift them off in the curve of one of the fake nails that the manicurist at the salon gave you earlier today. “There.” There is no stain or mark left behind. No one would ever know you’ve been naughty. “Perfect.”

“Thank you.” He smiles, reaching up to brush a fry crumb from the corner of your lip. “You still look beautiful. And that was delicious.”

“I should check my lipstick, since it’s the one thing the stylists sent with me.” Having him call you beautiful makes you shy. You’re just a normal girl from a normal little town. Not someone Javi G should be calling beautiful.

“Yes.” Javi nods seriously and picks up your purse to hand you, “I will hold anything you need.”

The ride took less time than you thought, and you’re putting away your lipstick and mirror as the car enters the line to deposit you and Javi on the red carpet. “Don’t be nervous,” you encourage, taking his hand briefly. “You’re going to be amazing. I know it.”

"It is show time." He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. Clinging to your hand when you try to pull it away and flashes you an apologetic grin when the moment passes. "Sorry." He hums.

“Sorry.” You instinctively apologize at the same time, and the two of you end up feeling silly but thankfully not too awkward. “If you need to grab my hand on the carpet, go for it,” you tell him, right before the car door opens. You’re not going to be mad if there is a picture out there in the world of him sweetly holding onto you for support. Just a nice man being nice to his fan.

Javi slides out of the SUV, adopting a charming smile and lifting an arm and waving to the first wave of fans and photographers, buttoning his jacket and turning to help you out of the car. While there are porters to help guests out of the cars but he wants to do it himself. Flashing you a smile as he reaches for your hand.

What you see on tv is so different from what is happening the second that Javi helps you out of the car. It’s so much louder than you expected and with so many more people everywhere. Red carpet interviews and photos give you the impression that things are all very organized and to some degree they are, but there are far more people milling about than you ever would have guessed. The two of you are ferried into a sort of arrivals line - as you make it down the carpet there will be certain places to stop for photo ops and for interviews, and there are handlers to make sure that you go where you need to. But the sheer scale of the event is so much greater than you had ever thought watching it from home.

"Here we go." Javi murmurs under his breath as he smiles and starts to wave again. It's big and loud and reminds him of stadium tours while he was in Europe. You are new to this and he keeps your hand curled around his and when he drops his hand down, he pats your hand and looks at you. "Are you okay?"

“I’m great,” you admit, thoroughly surprising both of you. The whole thing is massively exciting and you’re just soaking it up. “How are you doing? Nerves okay?”

Surprisingly good. He is normally way more nervous about things like this but you are calming him down with your down to earth friendliness and happiness. "I'm good." He insists with a smile, leaning in and kissing your cheek before his hand drifts up to touch his necklace again.

The crowd apparently loves this moment, fans nearby cheering loudly to see something so sweet in front of them. “They’re loving every second of you,” you promise him, grinning from ear to ear.

He smiles shyly, biting his lip as he looks at you soulfully. "I should have asked if that was okay." He murmurs, hoping you didn't mind it too bad.

“More than okay.” Hell, for all you care the guy can stick his tongue down your throat in the middle of the red carpet. Fuck…that’s a thought that is going to fester…

He smiles and nods, kissing your cheek again and this time he doesn't flush when he pulls back. The permission gives him confidence and he sends you a small wink before an event coordinator comes over to guide you down the carpet.

For the first real time tonight, that sheet of paper you signed concerning the possibility of sex pops back into your mind. Not because a kiss on the cheek is inherently sexual but because the nearness of him is so intoxicating.

The first few stops fly by. Charming and vivacious, Javi manages to win them over with a smile and his enthusiastic love of everything American and the joy of being here. He displays you just as much as he can, gushing over how he is enjoying being here with you and pushing you to talk as well.

The first reporter to not know anything about the contest is the first one to ask him to introduce his girlfriend to the world. He looks eager to hear all about it, thinking he might be getting a scoop, but despite the hand holding you both shake your head politely.

"She is my date." Javi clarifies, leaning in. "But she is beautiful, no?" He asks, looking back at you. "Won a contest and inspired the next song. I swear."

“I’ll be very excited to hear that song when it comes out.” He surely doesn’t mean it, but it’s still a nice thought to have. “I’m honestly just having the best time in the world.”

"We are planning to make sure we enjoy everything." Javi beams, happy you are enjoying yourself and he hopes that you mean that. You are inspiring his next song. He's already come up with the hook in his head and actually cannot wait to jot it down.

“What kind of everything are you enjoying?” Disappointed to not have unearthed gossip, the reporter digs for more. You’re clearly smitten, even if you are just a fan.

“The show, the parties after.” Javi flashes you a grin. “Tomorrow, we will nurse our hangovers with a delicious west coast brunch.”

“You’ll never want to leave LA after this.” The man chuckles to you, and you can’t shrug or risk looking weird.

“I already don’t want to leave,” you admit with a blinding smile. This moment is supposed to be for you and yet all you want to do is make it good for Javi. He chuckles and the two of you move down to the next reporter. Smiling as he grips your hand tightly. “He wanted us to give something away so badly,” you grin guiltily.

“He did. Secret relationships are always titillating.” Javi hums, reaching up and touching his necklace again to calm himself.

“Too bad for them.” Still holding his hand, You flash him the same smile that you had the reporter to hopefully reassure him. “Everything’s going great.”

“Let me know if that changes.” He asks softly, wanting you to enjoy this entire experience. “Although they are going to be jealous of me standing beside someone as beautiful as you are.”

"When you write your song, put that in the lyrics," you tease affectionately. "It will be my favorite forever."

“I will.” Javi nods seriously. “The hook is already written. ‘No star shines as bright as your smile’” He sings softly.

"I—I thought you were just...saying that." The flash of a camera isn't as dramatic as a wasted bulb anymore, but there is now one photographer in the world with an picture of you looking at Javi with soft astonishment written all over your expressive face. "It's...it's beautiful," you murmur back, feeling your cheeks heat up so much you might become your own sun.

“You are beautiful.” Javi counters, unraveling your hand from his arm to kiss the back of it. “Inspiration struck, thanks to you.”

******

If he was enjoying himself before the awards, Javi is ecstatic afterward and you are powerless but to roll along with his excitement at the afterparty. His award for Best Global Performance will be delivered to his LA residence and the adrenaline from his win might never wear off. Happiness looks so well on him, though, and he's all but glowing when you walk into the party together.

"I can't believe I won!" He gushes for about the five thousandth time. It's incredible and he's nearly overwhelmed with how many people, famous artists, came up to congratulate him. "Can you believe that I won?"

"I absolutely can," you assure him just like every time before. He's a brilliant entertainer and it isn't the first award he's ever won, but his desire to break America means that winning a Grammy holds enormous importance for him. "You more than deserve it."

"Is that..." His eyes widen and he cranes his neck over the crowd and then ducks down and around The Weeknd to see better. "Is that Gloria Estefan?" He asks in a near reverent whisper. "Oh my god, it is." He hisses, looking back at you almost panicked. "It's Gloria Estefan!"

"You should say hello." He is very near to a kid in a candy store at this party, and while you are just sort of absorbing the glitz, glimmering chaos around the top of you, he has transformed into a fanboy. It's actually reassuring to see – the way he is acting on the outside is very much how you felt on the inside when he walked into your suite tonight.

"No!" He shakes his head and straightens up, looking back at you like you had suggested he spit in her drink. "I could not possibly. She is...she is iconic. I cannot bother her."

"Did it bother you to meet me?" The question is posed as entirely theoretical, and the hint of a smile on your lips tells him you aren't judging him in the least. "Having someone who admires you tell you that you mean something to them is wonderful, Javi. Don't be afraid."

Javi shakes his head, still too starstruck and he looks back at you, “Maybe after a drink, sí?” He asks, raising his brows at you.

"Well, let's get you a drink, then." There are waiters passing by with trays in every direction and a full bar against the far wall, so getting him whatever drink he wants will not be a problem whatsoever.

“How do you feel? Are you still having fun?” He asks, wanting to make sure that he’s not boring you or you wish you were back in your suite.

"The answer to that will always be yes," you promise him. The two of you have gotten used to walking hand in hand tonight, and now it is natural to put your hand in his as you walk to the bar. "What are we drinking to celebrate your victory?"

“Tell me your favorite drink.” He begs, turning those puppy dog eyes as you call them on you and smiles.

"Usually just wine," you admit, albeit a little sheepishly. "Sparkling or even sangria if there's a party. "But I am absolutely open to trying anything." A rule which goes for more than just cocktails, but he doesn't really need to know that.

“Should we try some of the signature cocktails?” He asks, pointing to the placard with a list of yummy sounding drinks. “Jack should be here soon.”

“Absolutely.” The only way to survive winning this contest has been to go with the flow, so you’re just going to roll with that a while longer. People are already starting to drink and dance, catching snacks from passing trays of hors d’oeuvres or from the long buffet of sumptuous offerings along the wall adjacent to the bar. Tables for chatting and resting sit ready but most people seem ready to party. At the bar, a half dozen specialty cocktails are listed with cheeky names and full descriptions. Some are fruity, some are smokey, some sound downright dangerous. It’s all a matter of taste.

"Award Winning Whiskey Sour." Javi decides, looking at the menu. "I think I will start with that." He looks over at you and waits for your decision.

“The Sweet Victory Raspberry Limoncello Cooler sounds like my speed,” you decide with a grin. An open bar with a reason to celebrate always means trying something wonderful.

"Then that's what you will have." He winks at you and darts off to grab the drinks. It doesn't matter that he is the award winner, he is going to treat you like the star since you are with him.

“Javi!” There is a crowd forming and you end up losing the fast-moving Spaniard in the thick of it, but you just laugh and hang back. You’ll stay where you are and he will find you again. In the meantime, this party is incredible and a few covert pictures won’t hurt anything.

At the bar, Javi orders the drinks, smiling at the bartender and he reaches up to touch his necklace as he looks around the crowd, searching for a Stetson.

“Lookin’ for somebody?” Jack’s voice comes from behind his left shoulder, the warm smirk of amusement evident in his honeyed tone.

"Jack!" Javi lights up again, delighted to see him and he lunges forward to hug his agent. "Can you believe I won?" He knows that Jack had kept tabs on the awards ceremony, even if he had been working while he was watching so he could attend the party.

"Of course I can believe it." He had no doubts about it, but he's glad to see Javi happy. Jack pats his star on the back and looks around before raising an eyebrow at Javi. "Where'd our girl get off to? Run away to powder her nose?"

"I left her..." Javi bites his lip and looks around the crowd before he spots you. "Just there." The bartender brings over the drinks and Javi shoves a generous bill into the man's hands. "Can we also get a glass of whiskey?" He asks, nodding towards Jack. "For my friend."

"Enjoying your night?" Jack asks him, honestly wondering if the sweet shows of companionship he saw during the broadcast were real or if Javi was learning how to charm Americans along with everyone else in the world.

"She is wonderful." Javi confides with a small grin, leaning in closely. "Just like you said she would be. I like her, rey. I really like her."

"I thought you would." That news pleases Jack, who presses a bill into the bartender's hand when he comes back with his whiskey. "She signed on the dotted line, ya know," he reminds Javi under his breath. "Could be a well-deserved way to celebrate."

"Does she know?" Javi asks under his breath, reaching up and touching his necklace again. "What that entails?"

"Not yet." Jack shakes his head and picks up his drink, holding it to his lips a moment and considering the next course of action before he drinks. "If you'd like to tell her, we can. But I'd say let's see how she dances before we go invitin' her to the rodeo."

"No." Jack's idea makes sense and Javi nods. "I want to see her dance. Plus I need to deliver her drink."

"Then lead the way, zorro," Jack murmurs quietly, a smirk gracing his lips.

Javi smiles as he moves through the crowd of people, nodding and slightly awestruck by some of the people who greet him by name. He doesn't stop, eager to get back to you with the drinks and with Jack.

You get one more discreet picture in on your phone before you see Javi reappear with a distinct Stetson-wearing mustachioed cowboy behind him, and you quickly pull up your text messages to fire one off to Esme to cover up the fact that you were being an absolute fangirl for the five minutes he was gone.

"Jack is here." Javi rushes out with a happy smile on his face as if the man's presence behind him isn't announcement enough.

Murmured thanks to Javi for delivering your drink come with a broad smile, and you are right back to beaming when you turn to Jack. "You must be very proud tonight."

"Pleased as punch, darlin'." Jack hums, sending you a small wink. "Only a few things that I can think of that would make me happier and it wouldn't be polite to speak about that in public." He winks again and takes a sip of his whiskey.

When your smile turns shy it seems to please the cowboy even further, and you take a sip of your drink with a happy hum before looking back to Javi. Not that Jack isn't damn fun to look at, but it's Javi's night. "What are you thinking, Javi? Grab something to eat? Get on the dance floor?"

"Dancing." Javi sneaks a look over at Jack before back to you. "I wish to see how you move." He smirks, taking a sip of his whiskey sour and biting his lip.

Well damn. Get a couple of drinks and an award win into Javi Gutierrez and suddenly he's all but purring at you in front of his agent. While a prouder woman might have played it off or demurred, you have reached a point in the night where not caring anymore is a virtue. There are no paparazzi inside this party. No fans to speak of other than you or a few other lucky guests. So Jack is here? Fuck it. Jack's a flirt, too. "Well, come on, then," you toss him a grin after taking a long drink of your cocktail. "I'm sure Jack won't mind guarding our drinks for a few minutes."

Jack chuckles and takes your drink from you, making sure that his fingers linger over yours and he practically coos at you. "Enjoy yourself now, darlin'." He encourages, grinning at you like he's the cat that is edging closer to the canary.

"I'll try to keep up," you tease Javi as he leads you out onto the dance floor. Considering how many of his performances you've seen on television, you know how well he can move. It really will be trying to keep up with a pro tonight.

Jack watches with interest as Javi pulls you into his arms and starts to move. It's obvious that you are infatuated with Javi and he doesn't blame you. It's a part of his charm, his ability to draw people in.

The song has a beat to move to, thank god – something hip hop and Latinx that makes for fantastic party music at the beginning of a night. There are no speeches here, no cameras to pose for, only people enjoying themselves, so that is exactly what you decide to do when you put both arms around Javi's neck. When are you ever going to get a chance like this again in your life? Never is when, so you're damn well going to enjoy every second of it for everything it's worth.

Javi laughs breathlessly as he twirls you around and dips you. Happy that your dress allows for you to move so easily. He wouldn't have been able to dance with you like this if you had worn the red dress. And it would be a shame to not get to press his body to yours like this.

"I think we picked the right dress," you laugh breathlessly, obviously having the same thought as him at this moment. This fairy tale - your fairy tale - keeps getting better and better at every turn.

"Depends on how it looks on the floor." Javi teases, pulling you closer and flashing you a grin.

"I–" The shock on your face is abundantly evident. For all the teasing, or flirtatiousness, or even the fleeting sweet moments you've shared tonight? Neither of you has been as bold as to make that kind of comment or make any intentions known. On your end it seemed utterly ridiculous to even think he would be interested, assuming his gestures to simply be those of a sweet man with good manners. But maybe it is actually more than that? "Now that is a very interesting question," you admit, lips curling up into a grin.

"Sí?" He asks, eyes widening slightly in shock as if he is surprised that the line actually worked. Jack's presence has given him confidence that he normally does not possess or represses because of his poor self esteem, but the grin on your face captivates him. "You would like to find out? With me?"

Thinking about it for a second, you end up surprising yourself and laugh a little right out loud. "You know..." you shake your head in amusement. "I was really about to say that I was only serious if you were actually interested in me for me and not in some wish fulfillment thing about fucking a fan. But honestly? I don't really care what the motivation is. I'm one hundred percent on board. We'll dance, we'll drink, we'll go back to the hotel and have a night. Why the hell not?"

If you had told him that he was the world wide star, top of the charts for all the countries, he couldn't have looked any happier about your agreement. "Yes!" He crows happily and pulls you even closer to kiss your cheek. Since you are in public, he would not cause a scene.

He is nearly crushing you to him as he revels in your agreement, and you have to admit - this whole contest, this trip, this night, all of it - it's so surreal that why shouldn't it include sleeping with an internationally known musician that you've had a crush on for literal years? That's completely tracks with the tone of the whole thing. Esme and Kate are never going to believe half of what actually happened even before this.

When the song ends, Javi pulls away and he searches your eyes. "Do you want to stay?" He asks. "Or do you want to go?"

"Jack won't be upset if we don't stay longer?" After all, you had really only been here for what feels like a few minutes. Perhaps it was as long as a whole half hour, who knows. And Jack seems like a man who prefers to do things 'right'.

"Why don't we see what he wants to do?" Javi asks, taking your hand and leading you off the dance floor. "I need my drink anyway!"

There is definitely something you're missing here, unless Javi is about to ask his agent's permission to take you back to the hotel, but since you're already decided to just roll with it you let him drag you back to the table where Jack is waiting and gratefully accept your drink from the tall, dark, and handsome Southerner when he offers it back to you.

Javi is nearly bouncing on his toes with anticipation, grinning as he takes his drink from Jack and tosses it back quickly. “I would like to go back to the house, rey.” He tells Jack before he turns to you. “Unless you would be more comfortable in your hotel room, of course.”

"It's where my stuff is," you point out needlessly. "But nobody ever died because they were embarrassed about a walk of shame."

“There’s no shame in that walk, darlin’.” Jack smirks, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Maybe a little hitch in your step dependin’ on how hard you’ve been ridden is all.”

"Traditionally is it not the lady who does the riding?" Throwing caution to the wind, you have another sip of your drink and tilt your head at Jack. "What's the song? Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy?"

“Oh you are perfect, darlin’.” He chuckles, leaning in and chucking your chin with his fingers. “How’d you like to find out?”

For a second you freeze, not sure that you've understood him correctly, and you look between the two men to find Javi looking just on the edge of nervousness and Jack smirking confidently. Well that's a surprise... But really, is it a bad one? Hell no. Cowboy Burt Reynolds is a look you didn't know you were into until a month ago when Jack Daniel's showed up at your apartment, and you're just going to throw up your hands and go with the flow. "Ya know what?" You toss back the end of your drink, enjoying the way the bubbles go straight to your head - you're making the decision with a clear head but you might be a little floaty by the time you get back to wherever you're going if you have another. "Sure. Let's go find out."

“Really?” Javi’s eyes widen happily and he reaches for your hand, “You know he is talking about…” He looks around and lowers his voice to a whisper. “Both of us, sí?”

"I understood that part," you promise him, squeezing his hand just as you have every other time that he has been nervous tonight. "And I've got no clue why you're asking, or why you're asking me, but since I'm never going to get an offer like this again?" You shrug again and end up laughing a little. "Let's go."

“You will not regret it.” He promises you, turning and beaming at Jack. “I want you to know that you have the most exquisite taste, rey.” He hums. “I feel relaxed already.”

"Okay." Setting your glass down on the table beside you and picking up your evening bag instead, you look between them curiously. "I thought your name was Jack?" You ask quietly. "Not Ray?"

Javi flushes and he ducks his head in embarrassment, reaching up and touching his necklace. Jack chuckles and decides to answer for him. He sets down his whiskey after he drains it. “Not ‘Ray’ like ‘Howdy my name’s Ray’.” He explains. “‘Rey’.” He exaggerates the punctuations slightly. “My little zorro named me his king the first night he skipped a step or ten on his own walk of shame.”

"Zorro?" As far as you know, that's just a guy in a mask with a sword running around Mexico in the movies, but clearly it means something different. Whatever it means, though, one thing seems to be growing clearer: Jack is much more than just Javi's agent.

“Fox.” Jack smirks, reaching out to run his finger down Javi’s smooth jaw with tender affection. “He’s my sexy fox, isn’t he?” He asks, looking up at you. “Or foxy?”

The absolute hard right into unbelievable that an already crazy night has taken makes your whole body feel like it's been instantly set on fire and like your system has been flooded with instant arousal all at once. Jack is his dom...that makes so much sense... "He's been very good tonight," you tell Jack, humming a little to see how Javi lights up at the praise. "He should definitely be rewarded for it."

“That’s good.” Jack coos, smirk growing wider when he sees that you understand the dynamic and are either intrigued or approving. “I bet his cock is aching for some attention, isn’t it, zorro?”

"Por favor, mi rey," Javi turns his wide eyes on Jack, the very same ones he has used on you multiple times tonight. The party is so raucous all around you that barely anyone has even noticed you, and the three of you seem to have entered your own little world anyway.

“Now that you know this…” Jack turns his dark gaze on you. “Are you still willing to go home with us? The agreement doesn’t cover me. But a good old fashioned verbal consent will do.”

"I thought it was a little weird when that page was in with the others, but...anything can happen in the world, right?" You smirk at Jack, feeling far bolder than you ever thought you could. "Now I see you were just being thorough for your man. That's very considerate, Jack. And...I think that deserves a reward, too."

Jack arches a brow and a slow smirk rides across his face. “What kind of reward are we talkin’ about, darlin’?” He asks, interested in see what you think is a reward.

Cheeks on fire, your eyes slide away for a second to compose yourself so you can look back at him. "I was really hoping you'd just be impressed that I was being cheeky and I'd have the car ride to think up something creative," you admit sheepishly. "Called my bluff."

He tosses his head back and laughs. A deep, belly laugh that rolls through his body. Javi squirms slightly, his own grin on his face and Jack finally looks back at you with pure admiration in his expression. “Good for you, darlin’.” He chortles, reaching out and pulling you close so he can whisper in your ear. “Might have to spank you for that, but only if you want me to.”

There’s no way he can know that he’s offering you something that you very much enjoy, but he’ll most likely be able to figure it out by the way you reflexively shiver a little at the suggestion. “We should get going,” you tell them most, nodding with as much authority as you can. “Sounds like our own party is going to be far more fun.”

“Oh it will be, darlin’.” Javi whimpers in agreement with Jack and he takes your hand, squeezing it gently. “You don't seem surprised.” He murmurs as Jack guides you both towards the exit.

"I decided about ten minutes ago to just throw up my hands tonight and go with the flow, so I'm just leaving all of my confusion and surprise for tomorrow when I think about what happened." You lace your fingers through Javi's and offer him a smile. "I basically have decided that all of this is just an amazing dream and so anything can happen."

"That is a good way to look at things." Jack hums, his hand sliding to your back as he leans close. "I thought I was dreaming the first time Javi begged to suck my cock, now I hope to never wake up." He teases. "Why don't we go see what kind of fevered dream we can cook up for you?"

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Eurovision

Eurovision fic, hope you all enjoyed watching it last night as I loved watching it. So I hope you enjoy this fic because it has been ages since I’ve wrote a fic this long. Feedback is welcome! Word Count: 1,573 Liverpool were getting ready to host this year’s eurovision for Ukraine as they couldn’t host. You had been the biggest eurovision fan for years, you would sit and listen to the music before the show came out so you’d get a feel for the songs. But with the contest only being yards away, you were just so excited.

As you rushed home from work, feeling like you had been at work for what felt like an eternity. Putting your key in the door, you immediately heard laughing. “fuck sake” you muttered as you closed the door behind you, trying not to slam it. “Oh hi, do you erm have a home or is this where you live now?” you sassily remarked as you saw the boys yet again, in the same position as they were when you arrived home from work the previous day. “Hi babe, how has your day been? thanks for asking” Trent cockily replied. “HA-fucking ha. but seriously do you live here now? I have seen you more this week than I’ve ever seen you” you laughed as you kissed Trent’s lips. “No but we can move in if you are that desperate babe, only have to ask” Harvey smirked as you rolled your eyes at him as you kicked off your shoes. “So why are you not coming on Saturday?” Harvey asked his fellow team mate. “Couldn’t be asked mate, not my thing” Trent muttered as you turned to face him. “What is happening Saturday?” you asked him as this was the first you was hearing about something happening on Saturday. “We got invited to see the Eurovision, did he not tell you?” Curtis replied as you eyes widened as you turned to face Trent, moving your head so fast almost giving yourself whiplash. “Wait a minute, you didn’t tell me you were invited? what is wrong with you ”you rolled your eyes as Trent shrugged, not entirely bothered. “Can we still go?” you asked, hoping he’d get the hint that you desperately wanted to go. “I mean we can go if you really want to, but I don’t want to” Trent shrugged once again as you pouted, using sad eyes at him. “Urgh, don’t look at me like that” you sighed. “Fine” he huffed again as he crossed his arms across his chest firmly. “Yay thank you” you blushed as you left a kiss on his cheek. “Good job I love you isn’t it” he laughed as you smiled sweetly at him as you got up. “Well you didn’t even tell me about you even being invited, so I am still mad at you” you glared at him as the boys let out little laugh. “I’ll leave you to do whatever you were doing, see ya boys” you waved before kissing them before you left the room. - Eurovision day had arrived, you were absolutely buzzing and couldn’t wait to get to Liverpool Arena. “How do I look?” you asked as you showed off your glittery outfit. “Cute” he smiled, barely lifting his eyes from his phone. “Oh okay, guess ya phone is more important” you rolled your eyes as you added some more lip gloss. “Sorry” he put his phone down to look straight at you. “You look absolutely beautiful, right are you ready?” he asked as he put his phone in his pocket as he took your hand gently. “Yep, I’m just so excited” you squealed as you got into the car on the way to the venue. There were so many people walking around, it was so busy with everyone in such bright colours which was so amazing to see. “Oh my god, so many people” you gasped as you walked into the venue and were taken to your seats as you got into the box which was already filled with Liverpool players. Greeting them all, feeling nervous as there was lots of new people you’d never met before. But you felt a hand on your shoulder as Trent pulled you in for a cuddle. You took your seats to get ready as the show was about to start, as Trent poured your wine out as you sipped on it. “Ahh I am so excited” you squealed with Emilia as you posed for a photo with her. “Poe Poe Poe Poe” you shouted as you jumped up and down on the spot. “Nah that song is so catchy, did you like it?” you managed to get out through breaths as you were far too out of breath to be shouting. “No” you rolled your eyes as Emilia jumped up and down. “Edgar Allen Allen” you screamed again and again. “Oh he is so adorable” you and Saffie cooed as she came to join the group as you leaned on the bars with excitement. “God you three are awful” Kostas remarked, making you turn around sharply as you watched as Kostas ran off sharpish. “Shut it you, Greece aren’t in it anyway” you sneakily remarked as he clutched his chest sarcastically. “That fucking hurt me, you know what” he sassily walked off as he stuck his middle finger up at the three of you. You were now swaying as much as you could as the songs weren’t as great now, but when Cyprus came on the screen you all gasped loudly. “We need to go to Cyprus if they are all that fucking fit” Saffie burst out as the boys immediately turned around as he watched the screen. “Excuse me, we are here?” you laughed as you shrugged. “And? what’s the point you are making?” you laughed as Trent put his hands on his hips as he watched on. “I am allowed to say he is fit, great song too” you smirked. “Cheeky one you are” he gently tapped your cheek as you blew him a kiss. “God I need a sit down, I am exhausted already. This night is so fun” you smirked as you sat down on the chair. “Oh my god- wait I have heard this song on TikTok, this is so good” you squealed as you ran back to the “When the stars align then I'll be there“ you screamed out loud. “No that song is awful” you cringed as you sipped your wine as you were now having a lull in the show, so you and the girls filmed some TikTok’s. “Oh he is so fit too” you cooed at the Italian singer. “Babeeee” Trent sighed “Oh come on, you are fit too baby” you flirted with him as you kissed him on the lips. “Good job I love you babe” Trent smirked as he started to enjoy the music even though it wasn’t his sort of music he still had a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The rest of the night was fantastic, you and the girls were jumping up and down so much drinking your wine. Trying your best not to get too pissed. “I am so happy I got to experience this with you, I know it’s not your thing and you are all moody. But I appreciate you saying yes just for me because I have had so much fun tonight” you turned to cuddle into Trent as he put his hands on your shoulders as he kissed your forehead gently as you took in the smell of his aftershave. “I did enjoy it, I just don’t show it. But I had the best time with you” he kissed your lips as your lips turned into a smile. “Cha Cha Cha Cha” you sung into Trent’s lips. “You are going to be singing that all week now aren’t you” he laughed as you were interrupted by the roaring sound of the United Kingdom’s act coming on. “Instead I wrote a song 'Bout how you did me wrong I could've cried at home“ you screamed out as if you were going through a breakup yourself. “You’d write a song about me if I dumped you wouldn’t you?” he questioned.

“No never, I’d just take everything as mine” you shrugged. “Hmm, good thing I won’t dump you anytime soon unless you keep singing in my ear I will be” he smirked as he kissed you again. “You two are so clingy, so cute” the boys remarked. “Awww” you laughed as you separated from one another as you felt shy now as eyes were on you. There was now an interval as all the acts sang, you were starving after all that singing and dancing you were doing. “The voting will take so long, I may have to have a nap” you laughed as you took some cute photos with Trent to remember this amazing moment. The show resumed with a honour to Liverpool with Eurovision legends singing songs that were from Liverpool. “You’ll never walk aloneeeeeee” you swayed as you sang your heart out despite you sounding horrendous. “yeah never sing again” you gasped at Trent’s remark. “SWEDEN” you screamed as Sweden won the Eurovision. “I am proud that I predicted that would happen, anyway. I am starving still” you laughed as you said goodbye to all the girls. “Thank you for the best evening, I need the longest sleep I am so tired now” you let out a yawn. “That is okay, I am so glad you enjoyed it” you nodded as he took your hand as you left the venue.

#trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold imagine #football imagine #football imagines #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine #football x reader #football x y/n

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Alexia sure as hell didn't plan to spend her Saturday trapped in the back of a Fiat Panda with a bunch of rowdy Italian women. But here she was, screaming along to Juicy by Doja Cat, sandwiched in between Bez and Fran.

The plan was to spend the evening clubbing in the neighbouring town and then camp out at Lucia's. Some of Alexia and Lucia's out of town friends planned to meet the pair for brunch the next day.

Bez sat shirtless, sporting a dark green bikini top, half her body leaning out the window. Lucia drove, one bedazzled arm on the steering wheel and the other out the window catching the wind. Celeste sat in the passenger seat, legs up on the seat, her hands tangled in her hair as she undid a braid. Alexia mentally counted everyone in the car, one less than she anticipated. "Is Franky not coming?" She asked Fran. Fran looked at her with a confused look before letting out a chuckle. "Oh she's with us," she pulled out her phone to show her texts with Franky.

Fran turned back to look outside the window, the bow in her hair slapping Alexia's face. Alexia shrugged, pulling her phone out to quickly shoot a text off to her sister, not really expecting an answer any time soon. Valentina and Marcia needed time to themselves. Andrea and Alessia needed to make sure they weren't doing anything stupid.

They had made it about an hour out of Tavullia when Alexia felt the need to rip her hair out and run into the woods. There was a tapping noise to the beat of whatever song was playing at the time and it was driving her mad. Everyone seemed to either not hear the noise or was ignoring it. Alexia shook it off as Celeste got control of the music, finally wrestling control from Lucia and her basic club playlist. The group pulled into a gas station as the third power ballad from the Celeste's Essential Eurovision playlist finished. The tapping stopped, replaced by a rhythmic bang. Everyone filled out the car, Fran walking over to the boot of the car. She opened it to reveal Franky, curled up inside, airpods in her ears and a travel pillow under her head.

What crazy people was she travelling with?

She then remembered that her sister once punched a man for cutting her off in traffic and that she had once thrown a brick into the window of the Rossi mechanic shop.

Yeah, these were her crazy people.

Alexia joined Franky and Celeste as they walked around, stretching their legs as Fran filled the tank up with Bez making a run for the shop. Lucia linked her arm with Alexia's as they walked a loop around the station. Franky noticed Fran opening the door of the car and made a run for it, not wanting to be packed into the boot again. Lucia pulled Alexia along, the pair sandwiching Celeste as Fran started the car.

The started their journey again, Celeste navigating from the backseat. They travelled on for an hour and a half before Fran stopped the car, frustrated that they had been travelling in a circle. She turned around to see who was navigating, throwing her head back as she saw Celeste with the map open on her phone. "Trade with Bez." She told Celeste, climbing out the car and opening the boot.

Fran stood there in silence as Celeste explained how she was reading the map. "Look!" Celeste exclaimed, "we're here-" she said pointing at a blue dot on the map, "-and here is where we need to go." She said pointing to another. Fran leaned in through the window and clicked on the map. "No." She pointed at the dot Celeste thought was their destination, "that is us right now," Fran pointed at the other dot, "that's not us," she clicked the dot, revealing that it was not their location but in fact was Bez's location. Lucia cursed. "That can't be right, Bez is in the boot." Fran shook her head, sitting down in the driver's seat with a huff.

"She'll just have to walk back to Tavullia." Franky said, a shit-eating grin on her face. Fran smacked her on the arm. "We'll have to go back for her." Alexia nodded. "Can I be honest, I didn't even want to go clubbing.' Celeste revealed. Lucia nodded agreeing. "Great, that's it. We'll get Bez, grab something to eat and then go back to mine and watch a movie." Fran started the car and Franky read the map, following Bez's tracker, watching it slowly moved back towards Tavullia.

They eventually catch up to Bez, half an hour away from the petrol station, her heeled boots tied together and hung around her neck. She climbed into the backseat of the car, lying on all three women, her feet outside the window and head on Alexia's lap.

#professional yapper #fem!rosquez mechanic au #my writing #motogp #wrench to the heart

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Eurovision 2023: #22 - #21

Mild like is not a zone I prefer to rest long in, so let's make the next two a package deal so that only 20 remain going into the new year!

22. SERBIA Luke Black - "Samo mi se spava" 24th place

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Decade Ranking: 63/116 [Above Fyr og Flamme, below TBA]

Spaaaaavaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai

But I am getting ahead of myself.

In the days leading up towards towards the rehearsals I got the feeling that Luke would only barely squeak by despite being both Serbian and reasonably well-liked by the fans. This came with the slow realization that "Samo mi se spava" is kind of cringe, oop. All memes eventually become stale, and that rate at which they age accelerates further if the music's kind of not good lol. Not everyone can have the eternal resilience of "In Corpore Sano".

So yeah, I totes understand why the Latvia stans were pissed they missed out while Luke basically passed to the Grand Final based on flag. However, many acts sucked in the semis, so I'm not bothered if one I liked (sorta) qualified over one i did not (sorta).

Not to get things twisted though, "Samo mi se spava" was serviceable for what it was, as a Melovin-lite combination of shock horror and an art major's irreverent graduation project. Once you've accustomed to the senseless krumpcrat choreo and the atonal mewling however, you just have to recognize Serbia's 2023 entry was the vanity project of an ageing emo twink . Do I enjoy it? Yes, but only as ~A Piece~ (not as "a song") and only in small enough doses. Take, a listen every four months.

All that said, there are two small things about "Samo Mi Se Spava" that I greatly enjoy.

(1) the frogmarches remain hilarious so let's enjoy that in gif form:

What a great way to finish A Piece.

(2) I merely have to think of Luke to hear "SPAAAVAAAAI" and "HELLO?! GAyME OVuh" ring through my mind in his characteristic gaywhispervoice and that ALWAYS produces a chuckle. So ultimately, while "Samo mi se spava" was admittedly not very good, it does manage to lift my spirits somewhat, and for that I'm willing to carry it to 22nd in my list!

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21. UKRAINE TVORCHI - "Heart of steel" 6th place

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Decade Ranking: 62/116 [Above Luke Black, below Kalush Orchestra]

Yeah, Tvorchi did well for themselves. Given the war and the general air of misery surrounding last year's Vidbir (unironically a contender for worst NF this year, even under the circumstances) and the fact that Ukraine picked their most disappointingly heterosexual entry yet, there was no way "Heart of Steel" could become good. Like, who does this appeal to? What sort of person listens to this edgelordian church cabal, and thinks "ah, my favourite has arrived." Just the Musk fanboys, right?

Fortunately for us, Ukraine is the one Eurovision country that always understands the assignment. What do you do when your song below par? You provide a good show at least.

and it kinda nibbled.

...

Yeah, there's no punchline. Sorry but it's NYE, i cooked the family dinner by myself and you may think it's a small step to go from roasting broccoli to roasting mediocrities, but the latter action takes up too much thinking space for a brain semi-operating on sparkling wine that is trying to weave in and out of social conversation. Jeffrey sang well, I liked the presentation and it didn't drag the more enjoyable entries around it down, what else can a one ask for? It wasn't going to get any better than what we got. Count them lucky stars, and all that.

Fourth place in the televote is a VERY stupid result (this is more in range of a 14th placer if it were any other country) but let's not end the year on a sour rant. "Heart of steel" could have been a morose drag. Instead it was moderately bemusing. Upward and onward to better things.

THE RANKING

CONGRATZ FOR MAKING THE TOP 20 to the following:

ALBANIA / ARMENIA / AUSTRALIA / AUSTRIA / AZERBAIJAN BELGIUM / CZECHIA / ESTONIA / FINLAND / FRANCE ICELAND / LITHUANIA / MALTA / MOLDOVA / POLAND PORTUGAL / SLOVENIA / SPAIN / SWEDEN / UK Some of you kind of don't deserve to~ ps: Happy New Year Everyone!!!

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #ESC #ESC 2023 #Eurovision 2023 #Liverpool 2023 #Ukraine #Heart of Steel #TVORCHI #Serbia #Luke Black #Samo mi se spava

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Hi! My ask is a top 3. Top 3 favorite books, favorite songs and favorite movies. I would also like to know the last book you read, last song you listened and last movie you watched. Not for any particular reason, just want some recs lol

Oh this is a fun one!

Favorite books

I take it back, choosing three isn't fun at all.

Agatha Christie has had a little too much influence on me as a person to not get the number one slot. If I had to choose one of her books, let it be The Mirror Crack'd. Jason Rudd showing Miss Marple in to see his wife whom he just mercy killed in her sleep and Miss Marple reciting Tennessee as a eulogy was deeply formative for twelve-year-old Vinelle.

Philip K. Dick, specifically A Scanner, Darkly if I must choose

Les Misérables. Like Christie, it impacted me too much not to make the list.

Favorite songs

In the interest of giving you recs, I think I'm going to give you repeat songs that I will never grow tired of.

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood by Santa Esmeralda, when the vibe is right for this one it's just right

Venom by Eminem, somehow my favorite Eminem song and I can't figure out why. I just really like what he does with the rhymes in this one and the song is always, always perfect for whatever I'm doing at the moment.

Drøm Hardt - Requiem 1 by Kaizers Orchestra, which surprises me too because it's not one of their flashier songs, but it also isn't one I ever skip when I'm listening to them. It's just nice. All of Kaizers is nice, every so often I remember the fact that I have tickets booked for their reunion tour and the sun shines just a bit brighter.

Favorite movies

Lawrence of Arabia and The Bridge on the River Kwai, directed by David Lean. Yes, these are two different movies, but I love them equally and they are weirdly the same movie in that exactly the things I loved about Lawrence are there in Bridge, meaning I have two movies with these wonderful things. Possibly three, if Doctor Zhivago is as good (same director, overlapping cast) as I hope it'll be.

The Silence of the Lambs starring Jodie Foster and Anthony Hopkins. It's just the best movie in the world, the pinnacle of feminist filmmaking to the point where I was very surprised to find out it wasn't classified as a chic flick.

Unforgiven starring, produced, and directed by Clint Eastwood. You should watch a few 50's and 60's Westerns first, but I'm a snob when I say that - really you can just sit down, giddy up and enjoy a beautiful movie about elderly cowboys who angst about what it means to take a life.

Last book, song, movie

Book: I've just barely gotten started on Ursula le Guin's Left Hand of Darkness, however I keep getting distracted so this could take me years. Or a weekend if I get the mania.

Song: No singular ones (unless you count me currently blasting Kaizers Orchestra to determine which of their songs to recommend) I've been abusing my Eurovision playlist lately... The Sunstroke Project, Vesna, Go_A, and so on. Oh and uh Hamilton. Violently unsexy but so very catchy, one might even say I'm helpless.

Movie: Halfway through Remains of the Day, I'm at the part where the lord of the house asks his butler to explain the birds and the bees to his adult godson.

#about me #i have things to do but anon puts a chance to talk about kaizers in my inbox? oh yes i must answer the beckoning call

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Για το ask game Edgeworth και Ανδρέας

Miles Edgeworth 💅

First impression: OH I SHOULD GET INTO ACE ATTORNEY IMMEDIATELY THIS MAN IS GOING TO RUIN ME.

Impression now: I was one hundred percent correct in my assumptions. He did in fact ruin me. This man has the range honestly. He is kind. He is an asshole. He is traumatised. He has every subtype of daddy issues known to man. He is a bitchy gay queen. He is aroace-spec (to me). He is autistic. He has NO idea what to do with himself when he is not in a courtroom. He is insane. Ive seen it. I enjoy it. Amen.

Favourite moment: "thanks to you i am saddled with unnecessary.... feelings....". Everything about turnabout goodbyes. The talk with Franziska at the end of aa2. The talk with phoenix after the earthquake in aa3. I could literally never pick Just One moment sorry.

Idea for a story: ... I've brainstormed two (2) aus that involve Edgeworth with two different mutuals. The first one is the Eurovision au where vk just sends miles to represent germany in Eurovision and the second one is the ace attorney/παρά πέντε crossover me and @alalumin have been driving ourselves insane over. Out of the two, the first one is the most fleshed out but the second one i might actually sit down and write for one day. Thats about all the concrete story ideas ive had for this man so far dkskks. Everything else is just a jumble of vague angsty daydreams.

Unpopular opinion: hmmm a lot of people tend to ignore the fact that he was canonically suicidal after aa1 so i suppose that could count as an unpopular opinion? Like if he wasn't actually suicidal, the note meant that he straight up faked his death which makes him an even bigger asshole that he usually is, which in turn makes phoenix's misdirected anger and blame seem a lot more justified? Also a lot of people tend to ignore the fact that phoenix would NOT handle Edgeworth admitting that he meant the note literally well. And honestly im not really blaming anyone here. Their aa2 dynamic is sooo complex, Edgeworth hurt the people that cared about him by hurting himself and not all of them are ready to forgive him immediately and thats fine. I just wish more people would explore this whole thing instead of oversimplifying it yknow?

Favourite relationship: narumitsu obvs but honestly? The Franziska and Miles fucked up sibling relationship means the world to me, its like a really really really close second.

Favourite headcanon: does it actually count as a headcanon if its strongly supported by canon? Idk but he definitely avoids elevators as much as he can and considering that his office is in the twelfth fucking floor the man walks up a lot of flights of stairs. He must have thighs of steel skkskaka. Also i like to think that at some point after the investigation games he went to therapy and he finally (!) got some help for that unmedicated and undiagnosed canon ptsd hes been drowning in since he was nine years old. Also he got Pess because i love her. Maybe she is trained as a service dog. He would love her with all his heart and her death would kickstart a major depressive episode because god knows this man can't handle grief but in the end he could get over it. Maybe even get a second dog or learn how to deal with loss in a less self destructive way. Also i don't think he would ever be able to fully enjoy Christmas? Like sure his fathers death doesn't hurt as much anymore but i like to think that the nightmares rear their ugly head during the Christmas season. Sure, he IS doing better but some things never really go away. He can hang out at the prosecutors office or Wright anything agency Christmas parties without feeling utterly miserable but he doesn't enjoy the holidays as much as everyone else. Some people don't understand why or think thats its just another aspect of his charming personality but the people who do are sympathetic about it.

Ανδρέας Καλογήρου 🔪

First impression: γουαου ποιός είναι αυτός ο μαλάκας λολ. Ειλικρινά νομίζω την πρώτη φορά που είδα το παρά πέντε δεν με ένοιαζε πολύ σαν χαρακτήρας.

Impression now: κοίτα. Έχεις δει το μπλογκ μου. Ξέρεις πως νιώθω για αυτόν τον άνθρωπο. Ο Ανδρέας έχει θεματάρες. Έχει παγιδεύσει τον εαυτό του σε μια θέση στην οποία είναι και θύμα και θύτης και από την οποία δεν έχει τρόπο ή ιδιαίτερη θέληση να βγει. Κατά την διάρκεια του σόου πηγαίνει από την αδιαφορία για τους ανθρώπους που σκοτώνει, στην εμμονή με το να πιάσει τους πέντε και μόνο όταν τον συλλαμβάνουν και όλα τελειώνουν συνηδειτοποιεί πόσο μάταια ήταν όλα αυτά και πόσες ζωές έχει καταστρέψει συμπεριλαμβανομένης και της δικής του. Επίσης ο άνθρωπος είναι μούναρος 😔😔.

Favourite moment: το τηλεφώνημα στον Σπύρο στο φινάλε με στοιχειώνει τα βράδια.

Idea for a story: πέρα από το ο Σπύρος επισκέπτεται τον Ανδρέα στη φυλακή fic που βρίσκεται αυτή τη στιγμή στο wip hell μου έχει καρφωθεί στο μυαλό εκείνη η ατάκα που ο Παυρινός αποκαλεί τον Νίκο πρεζόνι και το τι μπορεί να υπονοεί για το Ανδρέας/Νίκος μπακστορι. Επίσης εκείνο το όνειρο που είχα δει ότι έχει κόρη και redemption arc, angst fic για την γενική κακομεταχείριση που τρώει από τον Παυρινό, το Ανδρέας/Νίκος καφενείο au το οποίο κάποιος πρέπει να γράψει σας εκλιπαρώ και το προαναφερόμενο ace attorney/παρά πέντε crossover στο οποίο εμφανίζεται ως μάρτυρας στην δίκη της Αγγέλας. Το πόσα από αυτά θα καταλήξω όντως να γράψω ποτέ είναι πολύ αμφιλεγόμενο τβχ αλλά το γεγονός είναι ότι μου τριβελίζουν συνέχεια το μυαλό.

Unpopular opinion: δεν ξέρω είμαστε στο παρά πέντε φάντομ, είμαστε δέκα άτομα όλα κι όλα κάθε άποψη μετράει για unpopular κσκσκσ. Αλλά απλά και μόνο για να πω κάτι. Νομίζω όντως προσπάθησε να αγαπήσει τη Ζάνα. Ο γάμος τους ήταν ότι πιο hand in unlovable hand και σφάζονταν όλη μέρα αλλά προσπάθησε να φτιάξει τη ζωή του στην αρχή τουλάχιστον, εξού και ο ευτυχισμένος χετεροσεξουαλ γάμος. Στο μυαλό μου ήταν από αυτά τα ζευγάρια που έχουν ημερομηνία λήξης και το ήξεραν και οι δύο. Μετά έπεσε στα βαθιά με τις δουλειές με τον Παυρινό και πήρανε επιτέλους διαζύγιο. Επίσης δεν νομίζω ότι με τον Νίκο τα έχουνε, έχουνε. Νομίζω έχουν μια ελαφρώς fucked up relationship όπου δεν επικοινωνούν τίποτα εβερ, απλά πηδιουνται περιστασιακά on and off και μετά απλά πηγαίνουν και τα φτιάχνουν με άλλους. Τουλάχιστον στην αρχή. Τώρα αν μετά το τέλος της σειράς βγουν ποτέ από την φυλακή θέλω να πιστεύω ότι θα μπορούσαν να φτιάξουν λίγο τη ζωή τους αλλά αν δεν βγουν ποτέ. Well. Πώς νιώθεις όταν συνηδειτοποιείς ότι αγαπούσες τον καλύτερο σου φίλο χρόνια τώρα αλλά δεν έκανες ποτέ τίποτα για αυτό επειδή απλά δεν τολμούσες να αλλάξεις τίποτα στην μοναδική σταθερή σχέση που σου είχε απομείνει στη ζωή σου και ταυτόχρονα ήσουν πολύ απασχολημένος να σκοτώνεις κόσμο; Πώς νιώθεις όταν συνηδειτοποιείς ότι τώρα μπορεί να είναι πια πολύ αργά; Γενικά head full many thoughts.

Favourite relationship: Νίκος/Ανδρέας δαγκωτό.

Favourite headcanon: ναιιι δεν νομίζω ότι αυτός ο άνθρωπος είχε καλά παιδικά χρόνια. Ή καλό πατέρα. Ο Παυρινός κυριολεκτικά του πετάει πράγματα και αυτός ο καημένος σκύβει να τα πιάσει 😔 babyboy έχεις τραύμα. Η μάνα του είναι νεκρή (ναι κυριολεκτικά αναφέρεται έτσι throwaway σε ένα επεισόδιο και δεν το έχω ξεχάσει ποτέ) και επιλέγω να πιστεύω ότι την σκότωσε ο πατέρας του. Μισεί τον πατέρα του και κατά βάθος μισεί και το γεγονός ότι μεγαλώνοντας έχει γίνει σχεδόν ακριβώς σαν αυτόν. Ξεκίνησε να καπνίζει στο γυμνάσιο. Επίσης δεν πιστεύω ότι τελείωσε ποτέ το λύκειο.

#ουαουυυ μισή ώρα γράφω αυτό το ασκ. μεσα στην επόμενη εβδομάδα μπορεί και να απαντήσω και τα υπόλοιπα.#ask #miles edgeworth #Ανδρέας Καλογήρου #ask game #ευχαριστώ για το ασκ 💖🥰 ευελπιστώ πως οι απαντήσεις μου είναι αρκετά coherent #ace attorney #στο παρά πέντε #maintagging this post for my own convenience because i need to be able to find every post i make ever. sorry.

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 1 year

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Blood Rush

summary: after Sanremo comes Eurovision, but Italian victory isn’t the main thing you’ll focus of that night

word count: 3 k

contents: smut, angst, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of murder, the usual

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Part of you knew what might possibly happen once they win Sanremo. But nothing prepared you for the amount of work, chaos and attention you had to face. A new wave of fans, tons of interviews, countless people wanting to talk to them, all trying to reach you. And as if this wasn’t enough, an even bigger challenge was on its way: Eurovision.

You had only a little over two months to make sure everything is in order. They had a song and a rough idea of what they wanted to do and how they want to look. But all the details, papers, press, rehearsals, travelling - this was on you. You spent most of those two months fulfilling your responsibilities.

Damiano finally gave up on the task he planned for you, you kept telling yourself that maybe that last night during Sanremo, how you have shown your loyalty and kindness, changed his approach. Without a constant fear of his revenge and a much calmer atmosphere at home, you could focus better on what was actually important. Your relations with Ethan got sort of stuck in a grey area. He remained tender and soft towards you, yet the constant stress and lack of time made you two a bit more distant. You knew that it was just a rough patch and that soon it will be over. And that hopefully you’ll be able to indulge your inappropriate feelings for him a little more.

Finally, the day has come. A big finale. The tension, stress and anticipation were difficult to bear. Despite it all, and the pressure you felt as a beginner, you were proud and satisfied with how you handled things. Now it was all in the hands of the jury and the public. You sat with the rest of the team, waiting impatiently for the announcement. Shock. Disbelief. Screams. Adrenaline rush. Tears. Clumsy hugs and kisses. The warmth spreading all over your body, filling your every cell with happiness. They made it. They fucking made it.

Once the official part was over, and the long press conference finally came to an end, the whole Italian team, with the band leading the way, was strolling through the hotel lobby, too drunk on joy to care. Vic grabbed your hand and pulled you into her room where Thomas, Ethan and Damiano were already in, half naked, with smudged makeup and bottles of champagne.

“You can’t sit alone in your room, not tonight. We wouldn't be here without you.” She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. She smelled like champagne and leather, her eyes were wild and her cheeks pink.

“Well, maybe I did help you a little.” You chuckled and sat on the sofa next to Thomas. He handed you his bottle.

“Don’t be so modest, We owe you.” Damiano winked at you and raised his bottle. “For our amazing assistant!”

The rest raised their bottles and took big sips. You felt how red your cheeks were getting. Thomas rested against the pillows, and slowly leaned on your shoulder.

“Well, we can continue celebrating tomorrow, you guys must be exhausted.” You said, gently stroking Thomas’ damp hair, pushing his off his forehead.

“Yeah, maybe a little.” Ethan stretched and smiled at you with softness in his eyes. “Come on, cucciolo, time for bed.” He draped his arm around already half-asleep Thomas, walking him towards the door.

“See you at the breakfast.” Vic kissed your cheek.

“I’ll walk you to your room if you don’t mind,” Damiano said while looking at you with surprising kindness. You nodded.

As soon as you reached your room, the atmosphere got heavy. Something was coming, your senses heightened, expecting the worst.

“May I come in?” Damiano asked, pushing his hair back. A loose curl fell back on his forehead.

“Sure.” You said, trying to hide hesitance in your voice. He walked in and closed the door. “You want anything to drink? And don’t look at my neck.” You added with a smile.

“Well if your blood isn’t an option…maybe some whisky? I hate champagne, I need to wash it down with something…”

You poured two glasses and handed him one of them, gently brushing against his skin. You sat on the edge of your bed, watching him carefully as he took his place on the sofa in front of you.

“Well, my dear…I think that you realize that the situation has changed a little.” He said before taking a sip from his glass.

“The situation? You mean your victory?” You frowned, feeling your heart pumping a little faster.

“Yes. Well, I’m sure you remember what I asked you for, two months ago. I thought we could avoid that but…Now it’s different and I’m sure you understand. To some extent at least.”

“What exactly are you asking me for?” Your voice was trembling.

“Don’t make it more difficult than it is. You’re smarter than that.” his tone suddenly got more serious.

“I don’t understand…” You mumbled, pinning your scared eyes in his face.

“I can explain.”

“Please do.”

“Well then…” Damiano downed the rest of the amber liquid. “Tonight everything changed. The world finally heard about us, not only Italy but the whole of Europe and America. Just think about it! All those opportunities!” He said loudly, full of excitement. “And that’s why I need you to get rid of our manager. She’ll never let us do what we want, spread our wings…”

“So you want me to kill her? Is there no other way? Can’t you just fire her like a normal person?!” You raised your voice, losing your temper.

“My sweet little thing…sadly it’s not an option.” He smirked.

“Why? Does she know? Who you are?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“Mhm, she does. She agreed to ignore this small inconvenient detail because she saw potential in us. But ditching her is too much of a risk.”

“What if I refuse?” You asked with a beating heart. After all, you also knew, so the chance that he’d love to see you dead was rather big.

“I don’t think you will…” He said with a grin.

“Oh really? I refused the last time.”

“Last time you were ready to fuck me to spare you, I wouldn’t say it was the toughest ‘no’ I've heard in my life. You like it too much, your current life. As fucked up as it is. And that’s the price. Either you kill her, or you can leave forever. And I’ll make sure that you never see Ethan again.”

You bit your bottom lip, feeling your eyes filling with tears. The bastard was right. You could never go back to normal, and most importantly quit Ethan. You cared too much, even if you’d never admit it out loud.

“Oh, you thought I don’t know? Please…”

“I want to talk to him, I think your visit is over.” You spat out through gritted teeth.

“Well, I don’t think it’s a good idea, love.” He stood up with a grunt.

“And why is that?”

“No thoughts behind those beautiful eyes, hmm? He’s not the most faithful, or the most devoted man out there. From what I’ve heard he made plans for tonight with two girls from the French team. I’m pretty sure he’s a little busy now.” Damiano whispered the last sentence.

“Liar, fucking liar!” You growled. “You just can’t stand that I care about him more than I ever cared about you, hmm?”

“Go! Go and see for yourself, you stupid girl.”

You could barely hear his last insult, as you stormed out of the room. Ethan lived at the end of the corridor. It was the longest walk of your life, but finally, you reached the door. Right as you were about to grab the handle, you froze. The only thing you could hear were moans. Loud moans coming from at least two women. And low grunts. Bed squeaking, the frame banging against the wall. Your eyes filled with hit tears, and you felt that your heart is about to jump out of your chest. This couldn’t be real. Not him. The girl moaned loudly. You took your hand away and covered your mouth, scared that a painful cry will leave them involuntarily.

Your walk back was slow and clumsy, you stumbled at least a few times. You barely saw anything through your teary eyes. Your cheeks were wet, your chest moving from your pounding heart. Your feet seemed to know the way, and you mindlessly followed. Once you realized in front whose room were you standing, the rage replaced the sadness. You banged on the door hard, shaking from anger.

“Open up you fucking coward!” You screamed. The lock clicked and doors opened.

“Oh, so you went to see him, hmm? Disappointed?” Damiano smirked.

You barged into his room, without waiting for an invitation. he slammed the door shut and turned to you.

“Did you do this?! Did you drug him or…”

“Another one…No, I didn’t drug him. open your fucking eyes, what were you expecting, princess? To be in a cosy relationship with a guy who’s not only in a rock band but is also a fucking bloodthirsty beast?!” He growled, his eyes getting darker. Only now you noticed his naked chest, glistening from sweat.

“He’s not like you, and you can’t fucking bear that!” You screamed, getting closer to him.

“Oh, I’m the one who can’t stand that? Maybe it’s too much for you, that in fact, between you and him, you’re the real beast!”

You frowned.

“He’s just a whore, always has been, always will be. But you? Oh dear…just think about all the things you did over the past few months.”

“Stop it…” you whispered.

“Too much for you to handle? You helped to dispose of a body, you found us, victims, and you basically sentenced that poor reporter to death. With cold blood, you wrapped her in plastic, put her in a bag and dragged her out of the hotel. What a girlfriend material.” He snickered.

“You know how it was, I didn’t have…”

“Oh, shut up! You had a choice! Every time you could just leave…But you didn’t.” He took a step forward, his face was only a few inches from yours. “You can’t just leave, hmm?”

“I…You don’t…” You swallowed hard, trying to control your heavy breathing. He smirked.

“I will. And you won’t interrupt because you know I’m right. You’re fucking addicted. To us, to fear, to blood, to the adrenaline rush we give you. You can’t just go back to your pathetic and boring life. You’d die from misery.” he moved even closer, his lips almost brushing yours. “ that’s why I don’t need to worry about killing you. You’ll never leave. You won’t deprive yourself of what you need most. Us.”

You let out a quiet whine. You hated him, hated yourself, and every person who lead to you meeting them. He was damn right and it burned you from the inside that you couldn’t disagree with what he said.

“You think you own me? That you cracked me and now I’m all yours?” You said, trying to save the rest of your dignity, knowing very well that it's long lost.

“Oh, I don’t think…” Damiano grabbed your neck in a tight grip. “I know that. You belong to us. You belong to me.”

His touch, his voice and smell, the anger and fury mixed with alcohol and complete helplessness filled your body and soul. You looked at him with big, teary eyes and instinctively placed your hand over his. He grinned and pinned his darkening eyes in yours.

“And the funniest thing is that even if I snapped your neck right now, you’d die in bliss. That’s how much you fucking like it.”

You felt exposed. Nothing else mattered. He knew. You nodded, feeling that you might as well surrender.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, making you whine again at his words.

He was pushing all the right buttons. The way he could read your mind and soul made you vulnerable and oddly aroused. He knew exactly what he was doing. And you were too weak to pretend that you don’t like it.

“Will you kill me now?” You mumbled, feeling dizzy from his grip.

“Hmmm…” he purred into your ear, “I don't think so. But I'll surely try to fuck that attitude out of you…Unless you want to go back to your room? Or maybe Ethan’s? Some say four is a crowd but we both know that’s not an issue for you” He let go of your neck.

“No.”

“No, what?” He smirked.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Oh so now you like me?” he misled and gently stroked your cheek.

“I fucking hate you more than anyone.” You hissed. He grabbed your face, squeezing your jaw between his thumb and index finger.

“Good, that makes two of us, you insufferable little whore.” He growled and kissed your roughly, leaving you breathless.

He forced you to walk backwards till your legs hit the desk. He grabbed your blouse and with one sharp pull he ripped it apart, exposing your bare breasts. You gasped as his large hands cupped them hard, pinching your nipples. He smirked, dragging his nails down to the waistband of your skirt. He roughly pushed his leg between yours, watching your body react with a grin. You parted your legs, even more, letting him press his thigh to your wet panties. Through his ripped trousers, you could see his hardening cock, pressing against the thin material of his boxers.

“Oh you’re just gagging for it, aren’t you? From the day you were spying on me and saw me fucking that girl…You thought I forgot?” He let his hand wander, teasing your clit with his fingers.

“Stop it… don’t make me wait” You looked up at him, trying to turn your rage into the last ounce of courage. “Weren’t you supposed to fuck the attitude out of me?” You asked with a cocked eyebrow.

This act of disrespect was enough. He firmly grabbed your arms and turned you around, kicking your legs apart. You placed both hands on the desk, arching your ass for him. He lifted your skirt and spanked you hard, leaving a red handprint on your skin.

“You’re gonna regret that, you whore.”

He spat on his hand and with a low grunt, he firmly pushed his hard cock in you. He wasn't gentle, but you didn’t want him to play nice. He filled you up and immediately started thrusting. Damiano grabbed your hips hard, slamming into you faster and faster. You couldn’t contain moans, wanting him to make you forget, melt your worries away. he grabbed your hair with his one hand and yanked your head back.

“So tight and good for me, too bad you're so stupid,” he mumbled, let go of your hair and gripped your throat.

You started backing up, bouncing against him, chasing your own release. he was so rough and so deep, that only seconds separated you from coming. He got louder, losing control over himself.

“Bite me!” You screamed, impatient for this one last push to come undone.

He didn’t hesitate. he kept moving deeply in you but leaned down to your neck. His long fangs stung you for a moment, but then sensations hit all at once. You screamed loudly, both coming from his cock hitting all the right spots and the warmth spreading over your body starting from your neck. He came right after you, drunk on your cunt and blood. Once he was done, and both of you came down a little, he moved away and sat down heavily in a nearby chair. You turned to him, watching his satisfied face, blood dripping down his chin, his fangs still out, his cock exposed. You felt his cum dripping down your leg. You wiped your neck with the top of your hand and licked it, staring into his eyes.

“You want to make me hard again?” he chuckled.

“Consider it a goodbye gift.” You mumbled, still panting.

“What? But you’ll do it, right?” He sat up straight.

You grabbed a black shirt of his that you found on the floor and threw it on your back, covering your bare chest and peeking from under the ripped top. You looked at him with a smile and turned around. leaving the room without a word. He did not chase you, convinced that you will stay. That you will obey. That you don’t have it in you to leave. But Damiano underestimated the anger, the heartbreak, the bitterness which filled your body once you realized that you weren’t that special after all. At least not for Ethan.

You came back to your room and took a long, hot shower. You put dressing over your wound, got dressed and wrote two emails. One to your boss, one to their manager. In very polite words you submitted your resignation. You closed your laptop and packed your bags. The less you thought about it, the better. You used the adrenaline rush and bliss you still felt after fucking Damiano. You were numb, too numb to regret. You looked around the room with an aching heart. You left your keys in the lobby and ordered a taxi. A few hours later you were at the airport, impatiently squeezing your passport at the gate. You had to act fast, before your rotten soul tells to you stay, before your urge and addiction take over, forcing you to suffer even more afterwards.

Too bad you didn’t stay only three minutes longer. You’d see Ethan leaving Thomas's room. You’d see that he yelled at Leo for using his room to fuck those French girls. You’d know that he never was the man that Damiano described. You would, but now it was too late.

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ziirux · 2 years

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Last year I was looking for a eurovision bingo to play with my friends but I was disappointed by what I could find, either they were specific to that year's contest or the items were unlikely to happen or they weren't customizable

So this year I made my own!!

You can make your own card however you like and most of these things are very likely to happen no matter the year!

You can also download a pdf version (accessibility friendly!) for printing >>HERE<<

Happy playing!!

Text in the images typed out under the cut!

How to play:

Bingo rules! Fill the card by picking 24 items from the list below. When the thing can be observed/happens, cross off that square. Once you have 5 in a row, you got bingo! That’s all there is to it!

Interpret the items freely; the categories are only organizational

Play with your friends or by yourself

Compete first to bingo, double bingo, blackout, or just have fun!

Play only on the final day or on the semifinal days too

If you are competing and watching the semifinals, lock in your bingo cards before seeing the performances (you know, so there’s no unfair advantage from previous knowledge)

Avoid strategic placement of items for increased fun

Make up your own rules! (e.g. must pick one from each category)

If you want to generate random bingo cards, run a random generation for numbers between 1 and 52 and use those to fill the card with the corresponding items

(damn looks like tumblr doesn't support numbered lists like word does, this will have to do)

Showtime!

All about the performance

multilingual song

song in the performer’s native language

lyrics are demonstrated on stage

pyrotechnics

confetti falls on stage

wind machine

a piano is on fire

camera circles performer 360° in one go

performer lies down on the floor

performer is lifted/carried by someone

solo act where the performer does not move an inch

Check out these moves

The dancers work hard too

dance acrobatics (flips etc.)

ridiculous dance moves

dance uses props

half nude/topless dancer(s)

Those shoes? With that dress?

Let’s not forget about the clothes

sequins

feathers

host outfit change

mid-performance outfit change on stage

all-white outfit

all-black outfit

shoeless performer on stage

Say cheese!

Camera interactions

contestant blows a kiss to the camera

contestant shows heart hand gesture at camera

contestant winks at camera

contestant shows their number to the camera

That’s what they said

Iconic phrases

“Good evening, Europe, and good morning, Australia!”

“I/We love you, Europe!”

“Thank you, Europe!”

“douze points”

Peace was never an option

It’s time to count the points

someone finishes with 0 points

a country receives 0 points from the televote

UK finishes last

neighbouring countries give each other 12 points

country rep compliments female host on appearance

country rep thanks for a great show tonight

awkward time delay between host and country rep

Oops, that’s embarrassing…

Major and minor mishaps

wardrobe malfunction

a dancer blows it

country/act/artist is mispronounced

a camera is seen on camera (when it should not)

recap is from an unrepresentative part of the song

technical difficulties

host’s joke bombs

singing off key

camera cut to a majority of a group on their phones in the green room

Miscellaneous

Måns appears

host sings for any reason

flag face paint in the audience

any pride flag

blatant homoeroticism

for some reason, there is someone who’s non-European performing something

#eurovision #eurovision 2022 #eurovision song contest #eurovision bingo #bingo #esc #esc 2022

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jokeroutsubs · 9 months

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Nace Jordan for Slovenian online journal Aleteia

From performing at Ritem srca (Rhythm of the Heart) to Eurovision: "I value honesty the most"

03.06.2023

Interview with Nace Jordan, bassist of Joker Out

"Thank you, don't count on us..." This is a segment of their currently hottest song Carpe diem, taken out of context. Two weeks ago at Eurovision we were counting on them quite a lot. Despite finishing 21st they did not let us down, as we got to witness an energetic, playful and colourful musical delicacy.

We are glad you managed to take some time for Aleteia during the exciting post-Eurovision events. The youngest member of Joker Out according to length of service, and the wisest according to age, the likeable bassist Nace Jordan.

Congratulations for your wonderful Eurovision performance. Have you gone deaf due to the crowds that have excitedly welcomed you yet?

(laughter) We haven't gone deaf, but the reactions were very nice. We heard that people in Slovenia were watching and loudly cheering for us, especially during the semi-finals performance. All of this is very 'extra'.

Did anything disappoint you in Liverpool?

I can't say we were disappointed about anything. Maybe I would mention that they were promising us 'crazy' parties, which take place during Eurovision. They were great, but not as special as we were promised.

How long has it taken for the adrenaline to calm down after Eurovision?

Personally, I have not yet managed to recover from it all. All together it was very mentally and physically exhausting, but because of our love for music, we managed to pull through.

When coming home, was it difficult to switch from a huge event, where everything is about you, and come into a familiar, calm environment and simply go to the store?

We are lucky enough that since coming home from Great Britain, we have had so many things happen that we haven't yet had any time to lead a normal life, even to go to the store to buy something.

Currently we are positioned on various European charts. (Author's note: On the day of the interview (interview posted 03/06/2023) the group is fourth on the Spotify Global Viral chart; the only fellow Eurovision contestants above them are Finnish representative Käärijä and Swedish representative Loreen. Overall they have surpassed the 1,500,000 monthly listeners on Spotify. Source: evrovizija.com.)

Marvelous!

All of this feels unreal and nice and it gives us a lot of energy. In addition, many are beckoning us to concerts abroad. The dreams of each musician are to once spread from the narrow area of Ex-Yugoslavia to the markets all across Europe. We decided that we will risk it, since the people want to hear us. We announced a concert in Dublin which we will perform with our Irish Eurovision friends. Let me say that the concert was sold out in 20 minutes. These are truly 'insane' numbers, which are not letting us catch our breaths after Liverpool.

The excitement of the crowds does not surprise us. When and how did the members of the group even meet?

Bojan Cvjetićanin and Kris Guštin met at a performance in secondary school, where Kris was the reporter of the school newspaper. After a while, Bojan invited Kris and Jan Peteh into the band. After a while Jure Maček joined, and last year myself as well.

You came into the band last, yet it seems as though you've been with the boys since their beginnings in 2016.

That's right.

Nace, we have already managed to observe you well on stage. We see that you're all smiles, brave and energetic. How would you describe yourself?

Really? (laughter) I would describe myself as silent and smiley. Due to me being the oldest member of the band (Author's note: Nace is 28, the ages of the other members vary between 23 and 24), I have noticed that I have a different view of things than the other members of the band.

So the age gap is noticeable?

I think so.

In short, describe the other members of the band.

Bojan is intuitive, Maček playful, Guštin serious. And I can't describe Jan in any other way than saying that he is a pure artist.

Do you have other occupations, not connected to music?

I can speak for the entire band when I say that no one does anything besides music. Well, Bojan may occasionally appear in a commercial or two. (laughter)

What is the atmosphere among you? Do you trust and help each other?

No doubt, without it we couldn't have handled the pressure of Eurovision. Everything was easier because there were five of us. If someone was feeling down, the others noticed right away and gave him some space. Or offered him to talk - whatever he needed in that moment.

I liked it how you said at the press conference in Liverpool that you wouldn't consume alcohol before the performance. I have also noticed that you know how to express yourself in interviews. And we can't forget the fact that you sang in Slovene at Eurovision. Do you think it's important to maintain our language?

The fact that we sang in Slovene at Eurovision should say it all. We love Slovene and we find it the most appropriate for expressing ourselves, both in songs and conversation.

In the song Carpe diem, among other things, you sing about how you are against hate. How do you, as Nace Jordan, take steps toward a kinder society?

Let me correct that the song itself is not only against hatred, but it also talks about how we have to seize each day and look at the bright side. We ourselves are the only ones who have control over the fact that we wake up in the morning and make the best of the day. Personally, I make a person's day by smiling at them and consequently giving them a good feeling.

During your concerts, unexpected things are bound to happen. Would you let us in on any such event?

Not everything is of public nature. But I can mention that recently we had a concert in Umag. It took us a very long time to find the entrance to the concert hall. Luckily, we managed to find it right before the concert. We were really close to missing our own performance. (laughter)

Nace, Joker Out is not the first band in which you played. In the past you have collaborated with many Slovene performers, you are a member of Diamanti ('Diamonds' - the RTV house band) who take care of the musical accompaniment for the show 'V petek zvečer' ('On Friday Evening' - a show on Slovene national TV).

I don't know how much longer, sadly time is tight.

Your friends mention that you're a real-life 'jukebox', as you still remember the melodies of all the 200 songs that you performed during your times on the cruise ship.

That's true.

How was it, playing on a large ship away from shore?

When others went to study, I went to play on the ship. At that moment I chose to dedicate my life to music. This was one of the nicest and best decisions I've ever made. The half year spent on the cruise ship shaped me into the musician I am today. Living on a ship with so many people was a real school of interpersonal relations.

Was the music you performed always according to your taste?

Of course not, amongst the less favoured were for example German hit songs. (laughter)

I can't not mention that you were a member of the accompanying band at 'Ritem srca' ('Rhythm of the Heart' - festival of modern Christian music) and at the concert of 'Radio Ognjišče' ('Radio Fireplace' - a Christian Catholic radio in Slovenia). What is your memory of that experience?

I was looking forward to performing at Ritem srca this year as well. But sadly we had concerts and practice with Joker Out, so it wasn't possible. Ritem srca is one of the more pleasant festivals in Slovenia and I do not have a single bad experience with it. All participants were not only kind but also in good spirits and energetic. That is exactly what the world needs, it's 'carpe diem' in principle.

Who is the best performer of spiritual rhythmic music according to you?

I can mention Matej Šoklič, who I know personally. And Franci Rotar. Franci is a real 'character'. Every time I meet him he brightens and improves my day.

Speaking of spiritual music... Have you had to give up something that did not align with your personal beliefs during your musical career?

I avoid politics.

At the moment, Joker Out are a role model for many youths. What do you admire in a person?

It may sound cliché, but I appreciate honesty the most, both a frank critique and praise. With time I forget that I'm good at something, so it feels really nice when someone reminds me of it.

Translation cr.: @beeoftheanxieties

#joker out #nace jordan #bojan cvjeticanin #bojan cvjetićanin #kris gustin #kris guštin #jan peteh #jure macek #jure maček

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loreensdarling · 9 months

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LOREEN ANTIS DNI; MEN DNI; MINORS DNI; AGELESS BLOGS DNI; HOMOPHOBES DNI

READ PART ONE ABOVE, IF YOU HAVEN'T, THIS IS PART TWO

PART II

Plot: You're a singer in this year's Eurovision Song Contest. In the Semi Finals a few days back you scored enough points to secure your place for Poland in the finals and today is the big day. But a certain Swedish singer that you have a huge crush on will be there as well... How will you take it this time?

content warnings: afab!reader, mentioned anxiety, SMUT!!, teasing, semi public sex, head (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), overstimulation, lots and lots of praise and pet names

writers note: since the last oneshot got a rather positive feedback, i'm pretty okay with posting part two. I've never actually written smut, especially in english, so this is my first attempt. let me know what I can do better! constructive criticism only please

also, I'm sorry that it took so long! i hit a writers block and couldn't bring myself to finish this.

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You are sitting in the backstage area, in a small changing room and your hands and legs are shaking. There's not too much time before the finals start. It's maybe half an hour until the Event begins and you're up pretty early to sing for your country, in fourth place. That's why you are currently sitting in makeup.

Your nerves are almost through with it already, so you try to talk to your stylists throughout the next few minutes. Who they think is going to win, their personal favorites, their favorite songs this year. It doesn't help much to calm you down, but they're so nice to you. They even offer you some coffee, which you take, of course. You thank them over and over.

Your leg is shaking, up and down, you can't help it. It's the anxiety. And you try to think, calm down, maybe take a deep breath, but your lungs aren't functioning the way they're supposed to. Your anxiety is worse than in the Semi finals, there's so much more people here and so many people will be watching from their homes as well.

You don't want to disappoint them, your fans or your family. Shaking your head to yourself you try to push these thoughts back. You apologize profusely to your stylists when they almost mess up your makeup. They gently shake their heads, telling you to focus. You'll be able to do this, they assure you. You force out a laugh.

They laugh along and finish up your makeup and hair while your mind wanders to Loreen again. You've seen her last at the Semi Finals a few days ago. Your cheeks still go red when you think about the pet names the older woman had called you. You are so deeply in thoughts that you don't notice a knock on the door of the styling room.

The door opening finally snaps you out of those self-doubting and by now, nasty thoughts and coincidentally, the person that you've been thinking about walks in. You stare at her for a few seconds, your eyes wandering over her body. Pulling your eyes away from her is hard. She's only wearing a tanktop and sweatpants right now, she hasnt changed into that tight, gorgeous dress that she'd wear during her performance.

When you finally look away from her, you notice that your leg is still bobbing up and down. You can't keep it still, but you hope she won't notice. "Thought I'd find you here, Darling.", Loreen's rough voice cuts trough air as she closes the door behind herself. "You look nervous.", she slightly tilts her head to the side as she sits in a chair next to you. Of course, she has to get ready as well. You barely dare look at her as you nod.

"I'm pretty sure I'll be able to sing. But there's so much amazing competition, I don't think I'll place very high.", you confess your doubts after a few seconds. While you are here to meet people and not necessarily to win, winning would be amazing, of course. Not that you had much of a chance, you think to yourself.

You feel the older woman's eyes on you as she looks at you. You can see her watching you in the mirror, as you peak up. She chuckles softly. "It's totally okay to be nervous, Honey. I was super nervous as well when I competed the first time.", she reassured you. You tear your eyes away from her in the mirror and you nod slightly.

"I know.", you mumble. Why can't your stupid leg stop shaking? Oh, you hate it. She must think you're stupid, you curse yourself internally, what kind of idiot can't keep still? A second later you freeze when you feel a hand on your leg. Loreen has reached over and gently placed her hand on your leg.

"Breathe.", the older woman says, now looking directly at you instead of watching you through the mirror. You stare at her like a dear in the headlights, trying to do what she'd told you. You breathe in, but it sounds weird and abrupt, like your lungs are broken.

"Hey, look at me.", she demands gently and you look at her. "Follow my lead, yeah?", she breathes in deeply, her free hand signaling you to do the same. Again, you take a deep breath, trying to imitate her. "Hold it for a few seconds.", she instructs and you do what she tells you.

"Now breathe out, Darling.", Loreen lowers her hand in the air, your eyes wandering to her hand as you breathe out. Your gaze snaps right back to her, her lips, then you meet her gaze. "Again.", she nods at you and you breathe in deeply, hold it for a few seconds and then breathe out.

You repeat it one more time and you can feel yourself getting calmer, at least a little bit. Your leg has stopped shaking, even though you aren't sure if that was the breathing or just Loreen's insanely attractive hand that is still placed on your thigh. She's brushing her thumb over your thigh and you think you must faint on the spot.

"Well done, Darling", she praises, "Remember to breathe through it. Don't take in other people's nervous energy, it will just hurt you in the end.", she states, still looking at you with an intense gaze that you are barely able to hold. Your eyes keep wandering down to places they shouldn't be. Her lips, her hands, her chest.

As you look back up you pray she hasn't noticed that your gaze keeps falling to inappropriate places, but she's smirking at you. Of course she has noticed. Is there anything she doesn't notice? Your cheeks immediately flush a deep red. It takes everything in you to not jump up and run away right now and stay seated instead.

Your gaze falls back to her lips as she opens her mouth to speak again. "You know, there's another way to relieve that tension and anxiety...", the raven haired older woman suggests, her rough voice sending shivers down your spine once again. It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what she was suggesting.

You stare at her in disbelief, your mouth slightly open. Is she really suggesting that she could fuck you to relieve your anxiety? "H-Hold on-", you laugh nervously, her hand that is still on your thigh feels like it's burning through your pants, into your skin. "Hold on. Just to make sure we're on the same page here, you mean-?"

"I could fuck you.", Loreen confirms, smiling gently at you, head slightly tilted. "Orgasms are a wonderful way to relieve tension. Not just that, but it has a calming effect on the body.", she explains, "Only if you want, though. I won't force you. Just know that this offer is standing."

You stare at her for a few more seconds, painfully aware of her hand on your thigh. You wish her hand was somewhere entirely else. Finally, you nod, slowly. You want and need her hand somewhere else than your thigh, desperately, even.

Loreen smirks at you and gets up from her chair, walking over to a small couch. Looking back at you she pats it, calling you over. You get up like in a trance, following her. "Sit down, Honey. Try to relax.", she purrs, pushing you down into the soft cushions. Your breath hitches as she bends over you, just like she did a few days ago.

Except this time you two are in a dressing room. All alone. Not in front of thousands of people. With her having all power over you, with her being free to do to you what she wants. "Oh, Darling, you're so tense...", her hands brush over your thighs, higher than before. You gasp lightly.

"Relax a little.", Loreen repeats as she spreads your legs slightly, getting on her knees and sitting between your legs. You stare at her, your eyes wandering down to her chest. Of course you had sex before, even though it's been a while, but even in your wildest dreams you never, ever thought you'd be in this situation. You in a dressing room at the Eurovision Song Contest, with your biggest crush between your legs, teasing you and offering to fuck you to calm your anxiety.

For a second you think about chickening out but you know that you'd probably run away and abandon the entire contest all together because of your anxiety. "Take a deep breath", Loreen reminds you, her hands resting on your waist for now, fingers hooked into your pants waistband. "Just breathe. We don't have to do this, it's just an offer."

Immediately you shake your head. "No, no, I want you to help me.", you croak out, clearing your throat. "I want this.", you say, more confident and clear now. You really want this, you know she's right and that this will help. And also, the woman you have the most spiraling crush on is making your wildest dream come true. Why would you, in any world, say no to this?

The Swedish woman nods gently. "Alright, Darling. Up.", she commands, pulling down your pants as you lift your hips up for her. "Mhm, look at that...", she almost purrs and your cheeks grow embarrassingly red again when you feel her fingertips brush over the insides of your thigh, then over the growing wet spot on your panties. You bite your lip to hold back a moan.

It's been a while since a woman had last touched you this way, you haven't slept with a woman since you'd left your last relationship, so you're a little sensitive now. The older woman chuckles, looking up at you with a smirk, taking in the view for a second before moving your panties aside.

You bite your lip harder when she drags a finger through your wet folds. "Shit.", you curse out loud. "Darling, you'll have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that, Honey?", the Swedish singer asked, leaning closer. Of course, you two shouldn't get caught or this would be all over the internet.

You manage to nod, assuring her. Whatever she asked of you. "I can keep quiet.", you promise, as you pull her closer. She nods, beginning to pepper light kisses over the inside of your thigh, teasing you a little.

One of her hands finds its way to your waist and you place your hand on her arm. Her thumb lightly brushes over your waist as she gets closer to your hot, wet core. Impatiently you bite your lip, a second later you gasp out loud when she places a kiss on your clit.

Right then you remember to stay quiet and you slap a hand over your mouth, even though you feel the need to moan embarrassingly loud. A soft whimper escapes your mouth when she squeezes your hip. "Quiet.", she reminds you and you're barely able to nod. God, she has barely started and you are already worked up.

She places another kiss on your clit and your head falls back, your eyes fluttering close when she goes deeper, licking through your folds before diving her tongue into you. A series of moans and whimpers sounds muffled through your hand, your hips bucking towards her. She pushes you back down with ease.

"Shhh, Darling... Let me do this for you.", she mutters into your folds, beginning to suck at your clit and flick her tongue over your sensitive bud. You have to bite your hand to hold back the ungodly sounds that are escaping your mouth as she works her wonders.

"Look at me, Darling.", she demands, and you pry your eyes open and lift your head to look at her. The sight alone almost makes you cum. You watch her as she eats you out and she holds eye contact with you. Fuck, that God damn eye contact could make you cum alone.

Suddenly she pulls away and you whine out her name at the loss of contact. "Loreen-" "Shhh, Honey.", she brushes her free hand over the inside of your thighs, before flicking her thumb over your clit. You're at a loss for words when she gently eases a finger into you.

You're so embarrassingly wet, and the noises escaping your words are surely going to prevent you entrance at the pearly gates once it's time, but this is definitely worth it.

Slowly she begins to move her finger in you, curling it lightly, hitting just the right spot to make you see stars. You moan into your hand that is still covering your mouth, grinding against her hand.

"You're so wet for me...", the raven haired singer is still holding eye contact with you. She kisses your clit and you whine, bucking your hips towards her again. "You're doing so good, Darling.", she praises, easing another finger into you.

This time you can't prevent the truly guttural moan that slips your lips. It was muffled due to your hand covering your mouth, but it was still extremely loud. Loreen squeezes your hip lightly as a reminder to stay quiet, but oh, it's so hard to stay quiet when she begins to move her fingers in you again, hitting just the right spot.

You watch her eat you out, how she toys with your sensitive bundle of nerves, flicks her tongue over it and sucks at it. The tight coil in your stomach that has begun forming a while ago seems to be so close to exploding.

Your cunt pulses around her fingers and you grind against her hand, matching her rythm. She eases a third finger into you. "Come on, Darling, you can take another one. You're doing so well.", she praises, lightly kissing your inner thigh before going back to eating you out. Her fingers are moving at their own pace and you're matching it.

"I- fuck", you stammer, as you feel yourself nearing your height. "I'm- I-", you stutter.

"Use your words, Honey.", Loreen encourages you, keeping her pace up perfectly to barely keep you on edge. "I'm about to cum", you manage to bring out.

The older woman smiles at you. "Good, Darling.", she praises, moving her thumb around your clit in circles. "Cum for me. You're doing so well, Darling. Let go of it.", she encourages you and your eyes flutter close when that tight coil in your stomach finally releases. For a moment you only see stars, and breathing becomes a little harder.

Loreen's fingers keep moving in and out of you, easing you through your truly mind blowing orgasm. But it doesn't end there. She squeezes your hip encouragingly. "Look at me, Honey.", she asks of you and you pry your eyes open, watching her through half-lidded eyes.

Your brain is foggy, no, it was entirely mush. The gorgeous woman sitting in between your legs had given you such a mind blowing orgasm that you are barely able to think at all. After all, it's been a few years since someone fucked you.

"Look at me.", she repeats, smiling gently at you as she slowly keeps moving her fingers in you. You whimper in response. "Can you give me another one, Darling?" Another whimper escapes your throat as you manage to nod, whatever she asks of you.

"You're doing so good, so, so good.", she praises you and you're basically beaming at that praise. She softly chuckles at you, before gently kissing your clit. You bite down on your lip, sighing, and your hips buck towards her face. Everything in you is tingling, you're sensitive and your body responds just perfectly to Loreen's movements.

"Such a good girl, Darling.", she whispers, her satisfied voice sending a shiver through your whole body when her warm breath hits your sensitive bud. "You're such a good girl.", she speeds up her finger movements, hitting just the right spots in you to make you see stars.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-", you breathe out, matching her speed and thrusting your hips forwards with her movements. Your head falls back again and your eyes flutter shut the same moment that you begin to see stars again. Loreen curls up her fingers in you, hitting that spongy spot and making you cry out.

The thought of staying quiet has completely left your brain, as if you could even think right now. The only thought on your mind is the gorgeous, older woman between your legs, the image of her eating you out has burned itself into your mind and thoughts, behind your eyelids. Even with your eyes closed you feel like you can see her right in front of you.

The Swedish woman curls up her fingers again, picking up the pace just by a little bit, but that's enough for you to feel that tight coil in your stomach again. "I-I'm-... Fuck-"

Loreen squeezes your hip encouragingly, not faltering in her pace. "Use your words, Honey. Come on, tell me.", she encourages, God, that nickname alone could push you over the edge again. "Can I-... Fuck. Can I cum, please, I can't-", you basically beg her, you're so close, you need relief.

"Look at me, Darling, open your eyes and look at me.", she asks of you and again, you pry your eyes open, looking down at her through half shut lids. "Good.", she praises, smiling gently at you. "Cum for me, Darling.", she says, keeping eye contact with you as she attaches her lips to your sensitive bud.

You fall apart immediately as that tight coil in your stomach unravels and your body relaxes. Your every thought is like wiped away and you stare at Loreen mindlessly, your mouth slightly open in a silent moan. Your hand is grasping her arm, she's gently guiding you through your second orgasm. You ride out your high, your brain still scrambled when she pulls her fingers out of you.

Her fingers are coated with your cum and your eyes widen slightly when she sucks them off. It takes you a while to actually come down from your high and to begin thinking again. Shit. The competition. You must be up soon. You want to jump up, you have to tell your stylists to finish your makeup, but your legs give in beneath you. You would've fallen if it wasn't for Loreen, the woman who literally just gave you two mind blowing orgasms. You have to admit that you're much calmer than before, well, you were.

"Calm down, Darling. Breathe.", she reminds you and you suck in a deep breath. "Right, I- I forgot.", you admit. "When am I up?", you chuckle nervously. The raven haired woman nods towards a small screen. You're up in two acts, the competition has barely started. You suck on another breath, nodding. "I can do this.", you reaffirm yourself and Loreen nods.

"I believe in you, Darling.", she smiles at you, innocently even, as if she hadn't just blown your brains out a minute ago. You chuckle, shaking your head. "Shit. I hope no one heard me. I didn't even know I could produce noises like that." You brush a strand of hair out of your face, checking your makeup in a mirror. You're surprised to see that it was still perfect and you silently thank your stylists. Speaking of thanking someone-

You turn back to Loreen, your cheeks still flushed red as you look at the insanely attractive older woman. "Thank you.", you manage to bring out relatively confident. "This was- exactly what I needed.", you admit. "Oh, that sounds stupid.", as you huff out, Loreen chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm happy to help, Honey.", she winks at you, making you blush again.

"No, seriously. Thank you, Loreen.", a warm smile spreads across your face. "... Tell me if I can ever return the favor.", you take out your phone and open your message app, handing it to her. As if she would ever just give you her number like that, right?

But she takes your phone indeed, smiling and putting her number into your phone, before handing it back to you. "Good luck, Darling.", Loreen wishes you before leaving the room, faster than you could react. You just stand there dumbfounded before shaking it off, getting ready for your entry.

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