one song glory

the show must go...all over the place....or something.

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emcryhqs:

          emery nodded, no memory of the scene he referenced to be found in her mind. physically removing herself from the conversation she wasn’t a part of, luckily from the looks of how interesting it looked, emery tried to scavenge her brain for what he was talking about. from the way the day was turning out, it was hard to focus on anything but her own shortcomings. a hand on her shoulder, however, jolted her from her thoughts and a relieved breath of air made her shoulders sink.  ‘  this day is an absolute nightmare,  ’ emery rolled her eyes, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.   ‘  is it just national fuck everything up day? or is it just me?  ’ emery was so worked up, she could barely catch her bearings, but she knew that it definitely wasn’t a national holiday for messing things up. if it was, she would have a personal, year long, extended celebration.

nathan had grown fond of emery from the moment they’d started working together on lesliean.  he liked to think he was good at reading her by now, so when she seemed more upset than usual, it triggered a protective reaction.  “c’mon, em, it can’t be as bad as the time i spilled hot tomato soup on the crotch of my khakis.  that was torture.  i didn’t live down the burnt penis jokes for weeks.”  he pulled her into a little hug, cheek nuzzling the top of her head.  “c’mon, just breathe, yeah?  tell me what happened from the top and we’ll figure out a way to make it better.”

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“as much as i want you to-…” harry trailed off, hand moving back through pink curls as she tried to make sense of nathan’s words. waving it off with a brief gesture of one hand, she continued. “ideally, nobody would’ve heard any of it but i guess it was inevitable,” she reasoned. it wasn’t that harry didn’t want people to know she had a gaming channel – it was pretty well-known by now and definitely not something she was ashamed of. it was just strange when someone watched her videos with her. especially when that person was a certain nathan winters. “what, seriously? well, that’s a waste of a youtube channel,” the canadian muttered with a roll of her eyes. “glad you think it’s refreshing, though. been doing it for a long time, i love it.”

“i mean--i loved playin’ nintendo when i was younger, but admittedly, it’s the only gaming i have.”  nathan shrugged sheepishly, running his tongue across his lower lip out of habit.  “you--uh, you want me to shine a bat signal or something to make my presence known next time?  since, you know, recurrences are also somewhat inevitable.  unless you’re not the open book type, but something tells me you are for the most part.”  there was a sparkle in his eye, and nathan instinctively reached for harry’s hand.  “actually, i’m glad i found you here, ‘cause now the jumbo bag of sour skittles hiding in my trailer finally has a forever home.” he snickered, gesturing toward the direction of his aforementioned trailer.  “you wanna race me for it, or....?”

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MIA: can i borrow your beautiful little face for a bit?

MIA: i have a quick makeup change during saturday night's show and i'd like to practice on someone, but the cast members are too 'busy'

NATHAN: yeah, sure. no prob. just count me in as the one who isn't too 'busy'

NATHAN: it's not like you won't make us look good, don't know why everyone's pretending to be busy.

NATHAN: also i'd just like to point out that everyone has thicker lips than i do so i apologize in advance for the lack of substance there.

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xomoralisa:

“That - remains to be seen.” Lisa very nearly flinched at the sudden appearance, settling instead for a calm expression followed up with a very questioning rise of her own eyebrows. “I hadn’t seen your face all day, dummy. Wasn’t sure if you were having an off day or avoiding me, or we just hadn’t managed to cross paths at all. Are you really going to look a horse gift in the mouth? Or a watermelon gum gift?” Scoffing, as though he’d just caused her a great disservice, she made her way inside his trailer before stopping and hugging him around the waist with one arm. “So you won’t judge me if I’m actually physically using this visit as an excuse to hide out for a while? I mean, friends totally let their friends hide in their private trailers all the time, at least when those friends come bearing gifts.” Another smile, albeit lacking somewhat in innocence this time, although a pout may have worked better in this situation.

Nathan  chuckled, nudging Lisa playfully.  “So you missed me?  I knew it.”  A gleeful smile graced his lips, and he shook his head.  “In any other world, this would be seen as a bribe of some sorts.  You’re aware of that, yeah?” He leaned into her, sighing softly.  “I’m really glad it was you and not one of the makeup artists, or my agent.  Does no one know how to tell someone what they did wrong without sounding like a complete asshat? Not that I can’t take criticism, but some staff members are so stuck up that it makes me wonder if they’re moonlight actors. Must’ve passed the Zenith job interview phase with flying colors.”  Sarcasm dripped off his voice, and he let out a little huff, eyeing Lisa curiously.  “You gonna tell me what/who you’re hiding from?”

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emcryhqs:

          ( @ncthanwinters ) after an excruciatingly humbling shoot, emery was ready to collapse onto the very floor she shuffled on. she didn’t know what was wrong, but emery’s mind was absolutely everywhere but in the scene that she was in, and the crew were aware. she just hoped that the sinking feeling in her stomach would disappear soon, but she knew deep down that she would probably have to force it away one way or another. closing the door of her dressing room behind her, emery scanned the hallway in search of anyone to distract her from her thoughts, even a measly intern would do at that point. Seeing Nathan was even better, though, her kindred acting spirit glowing as he spoke to someone from the set in front of his own dressing room. hoisting her bag further up on her shoulder, emery bee-lined to her costar without a care, knowing it would be rude to chime in on a conversation moments after the crap she pulled on set. however, all of her cares were flushed away, and she pulled on nathan’s sleeve once she made her way to him. ‘   hey, buddy.   ‘ there was a pleading look in her deep brown hues. ‘   can we talk ? when you’re done?   ‘ she gestured toward the crew member, stepping away from the pair, finger pointing in the direction she would be going.

nathan considered himself to be generally awkward, but one of his self-proclaimed strong points was striking up a conversation with anyone, no matter where he was.  sure, he could get a bit shy, but he preferred to think of it as observant, that way his shyness wouldn’t seem so taboo.  he was an actor, after all, and no matter how many times his agent nagged him for it, he really liked listening to others speak.  this particular chat with a crew member, though, was borderline awkward, or beginning to feel like it, so nathan didn’t feel too awful when emery appeared at his side.  “no prob, em.  i was just wrappin’ up--remember i told you about that scene i was having trouble with?”  ever so subtly, nathan winked, although he caught wind of some distress in emery’s tone that was rather unsettling.  once he’d managed to free himself, nathan headed over to emery, reaching out to cup her shoulder lightly.  “something wrong?”

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go-lights:

“i’ve been harry golightly and this has been godark gaming. if you enjoyed the episode, don’t forget to hit that like and subscribe button to keep up to date. until next time – keep ya selves safe, guys.” the tinny audio played from harry’s laptop as she finalised the edits of her most recent youtube video, entirely unaware of the body behind her. that is, until she hit the sleep button and caught a glimpse of a silhouette in the reflection of her screen. “oh, fan-fucking-tastic.” she glanced over her shoulder and offered a hint of a smile as she noticed @ncthanwinters. “how much of that did you have the misfortune of witnessing?”

nathan hadn’t meant to spy--but could it really be called that?  happenstance, maybe, since he’d just happened to walk by in that particular instance.  the audio made him smile, loosening him up just a little bit as he tried to reel in his nerves.  how, he wondered, could harry make him so nervous? he felt like he was back in primary school.  “i...mean, as much as you want me to hear? it wasn’t intentional.”  he shoved his hands in his pockets and let out a low hum.  “kinda surprised, if i’m bein’ honest. anyone here who has a youtube channel would use it to boost their egos, not for their actual hobbies. it’s refreshing.”  

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xomoralisa:

Having not seen @ncthanwinters for the better part of the whole day’s work - a tough feat ,given they didn’t actually work in too many different locations at once - Lisa had chosen to resort to desperate measures. Once she’d procured the necessary items to go through with her mission, she stopped in front of the male’s trailer, knocking strongly against the door. “Nathan? There’s something that smells very strongly of watermelon but actually packs more of a flavor punch in my hand out here. I mean, I could share it with you if you let me in, or I could just hand it over to some of the crew. Are you busy in there?” It was hard to tell, sometimes, when her fellow actor was just having one of those days where he’d rather not interact with the public, or when they just happened to have constant bad timing. Either way, and having failed to keep the chips safe from her own hands, she knew the small packet of chewing gum could help in some way. Though not precisely when it came to her patience.

“Please tell me you’re not going to give the gum away to a less deserving person.  I’ve been good.”  Nathan reacted almost instantly, swinging the door to his trailer open so fast that he was about 70% sure he’d have broken it with much more force.  “Wait.”  He held up one finger, tilting his head curiously at Lisa.  “What happened? Are you okay?  Who am I hurting?”  Brows creased, and he took a breath, stepping back to let her in.  “I would wonder whether this was a bribe if we were strangers and not friends, just so you know.”

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hcllowcy:

brynn had shooed jace off for a bit so she could take over, looking through the viewfinder and doing the lighting tests with the techs. without having to look up, she could feel nathan’s presence behind her. she clenched her jaw, not moving an inch from her current position. “i’m busy, gremlin; be gone.” // @ncthanwinters

“...i’m literally just breathing.”  nathan insisted, shoving his hands in his pockets.  he hadn’t meant to bother her, and he definitely wasn’t an unruly child who broke everything he touched, but still the fact that she was clearly so irritated by him was mildly amusing. “and by the way, it’s nathan, not gremlin, thank you.”

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chasingeverleigh:

“That’s actually probably true, but mostly by fans I would imagine. not than I’m not a fan… but you know what I mean,” she rambled, feeling her cheeks heat up. “I think he could squash anyone like a bug, for the record,” Ever pointed out with a gentle grin. “That is true, I did; and I’m still in one piece. I’ll take it! What answer– whether he loves me back? I think the laugh and eyebrow raise said it all. But oh my cupcakes, please?”

“Yeah, I get you.”  Nathan beamed, shaking his head with a laugh.  “So not true-Iron Man could totally take him down.”  He ran his fingers through his hair, looking briefly at the ground.  “I promise you, I was totally listening but I guess somewhere along the line my brain neglected to point out that you weren’t, like, auditioning for the latest blockbuster?  I just kind of assumed and skipped over the whole talk show interview bit.  But hey--I mean, this is Hollywood.  I wouldn’t put it past the big guys to secretly tape us actors and use the footage to book a new role or something.”  It was his turn to blush now, and he cleared his throat.  “Absolutely.  A world without cupcakes?  Could you imagine?”

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luckymcavoy:

“aye pal, nintendo was my life when i was a kid,” lucky agreed, exhaling a laugh and brushing off the gesture from his friend. “bloody hell, do they ever leave you alone? you’re always on that bloody thing,” he teased, gesturing with one hand to the phone that nathan had just tucked away. “and anyway, what the public don’t know won’t hurt them. you’ve got a crackin’ set of teeth, they’ll totally believe that you brush your teeth after every meal and floss fifteen times a day,” he dramatised, grinning as he spoke. “still, i guess there are worse things you could be advertising. toilet paper, condoms, you catch my drift. toothpaste really isn’t as bad as it could be,” he reasoned, before scooping up the kitten and leaning forward to set him down on nathan’s lap. “go o, you can enjoy bowser for a while,” he offered. “man, i’m totally okay with a pyjama road trip. let’s do it. whoever we do decide to bring has to be cool with pyjama road trips though. i don’t want anyone high maintenance setting foot in my car. and anyway, what are you on about, ‘i’d need more friends’? you have plenty of friends, mate.”

“it’s just so hard bein’ a star.”  nathan drawled, but he was very clearly joking.  he never thought of himself as a celebrity.  frankly, his mum would smack him upside the head if he even veered slightly off track.  he shuddered after a moment, shaking his head.  “if i were to ever do a condom commercial, i wouldn’t mention it to my mum.  could you imagine?”  he couldn’t help the squeal of delight when lucky set bowser in his lap.  growing up, nathan had never had a pet to look after, so knowing someone who did was kind of a luxury.  he scratched between bowser’s ears, only vaguely catching lucky’s words.  when they finally caught up to him, he gave a small shrug.  “i really don’t have a social life.  i’m not complaining or anything, but maybe that’s why i really want a cat.  to take the edge off of feeling lonely.”  he bopped the kitten’s nose and dragged his fingers down its chest, then made eye contact with lucky.  “i feel sorry for ya, mate, this new dude you’ve been hangin’ with is kind of a loser.”

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go-lights:

hearing the voice nearby, harry finally turned to face the other and arched a brow judgementally. “you don’t like skittles? what the hell is wrong with you, man?” she asked, bewildered. for a solid three months of her life as a child, she’d assumed skittles counted as one of her five-a-day, since they were fruit flavoured. she couldn’t imagine a skittle-less world, and definitely couldn’t picture disliking skittles. “the red ones are the best though. good choice.” she’d better give him a bit of leeway. “are you seriously volunteering to let me take you down? i’m trained in kickboxing, just so you know. if i was gonna take you down, i would take you the fuck down,” she warned, though her lips quirked in a mischievous grin as she continued to tuck into the few skittles that were still in one hand.

“i’m sorry! it’s just--i was more of a fan of chocolates, y’know, like the cadbury eggs and reeses peanut butter cups and the like.”  nathan cleared his throat, standing a little straighter.  “actually i don’t know why i’m even apologizing, but if you must know, i did hit my head as a child so that might be it.” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and met the woman’s eyes.  “i mean no harm, all right?  and you can give me a wedgie if needed.”  as if to stop himself from digging an even deeper hole, nathan reached for a chocolate chip cookie and jammed it in his mouth.

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varncrs:

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        ‘  IT’LL BE GOOD FOR YOUR IMAGE! ’    eliot scoffed,   holding nathan’s phone in one hand   &   pushing the younger boy away with the other.    twitter was still open on the screen,    the rather inappropriate status he’s just type waiting to be sent.     he liked to think of nathan as the brother he didn’t have.    which of course meant he could torture the hell out of him whenever he felt like it.     including posting a rather fun little status about nathan  &   some strippers.    ‘ c’mon ——   hollywood    loves   a good sex fiend.  ’

“y’know...i’d love to believe ya.”  nathan managed to say in between jumping up to reach for his phone.  thankfully due to his athleticism, he wasn’t terribly out of breath.  “just one problem, mate--i’m not deaf, nor stupid, ‘cause whatever you’re about to do has maybe an ounce of sabotage.” cue a brief pause as he scrunched his nose.  “i’m not about to be a living example of the hollywood narrative, which is that men get praised for their sexual prowess and for women it’s the opposite.”  frankly, his mother wouldn’t be too proud if she’d had any access to twitter, but to nathan’s knowledge, she avoided it.  his manager?  not so much.  

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go-lights:

@ncthanwinters “attention guys… there are sour skittles at crafty right now. i repeat, sour skittles at crafty. get your asses here before the grips demolish the lot.” phone tucked between her ear and shoulder – potentially unseen amongst a mass of fuchsia curls – harry busied herself with the few skittles in one hand as she relayed the critical message to her fellow electricians. it wasn’t until a few moments later that she noticed the presence of another lingering nearby. without turning to face them, and still with a few skittles in her hand, she warned, “if you’re here for the skittles, i’m gonna have to fight you for them. my guys will never forgive me if they’re all gone by the time they get here.”

nathan’s eyes flickered across the display of food set before him.  he couldn’t decide what avenue of food he was headed toward--pizza was always ol’ reliable, but he’d also been trying to watch himself.  still, though, when he happened upon an array of intricately decorated cupcakes, he thought his eyes might fall out of his head.  damn diet restrictions.  after a moment, his brain registered the voice of the woman next to him.  “what?  oh, they’re all yours.  i’ve personally never been a fan of skittles.  except for the red ones.”  he stepped back, just to give her a little more space.  “feel free to take me down either way, i don’t mind.”

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chasingeverleigh:

“Thanks, Nathan! I thought I was going to be a nervous mess… and, surprise– I was! Luckily they didn’t get that part on camera though. I mean, how can you not feel a little intimidated, not matter how cool and nice he is? I should have opted for your fist bump approach; at least then he wouldn’t be able to see how badly my hand was shaking. Well, I said hi… and then I may have told him I loved him. Gah.”

“Well, I’m sure he’s heard a lot of love proclamations, so I really wouldn’t be too worried. I’m pretty sure he could squash me like a bug and I wouldn’t be the least bit bothered by it.  You got through it, though, isn’t that the most important part? When do you find out the answer?  ‘Cause if it’s a yes, I may have to buy you a celebratory drink.  Ooh, or a cupcake.” 

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luckymcavoy:

“alright, sure thing. you do that,” lucky laughed, shaking his head and watching as the kitten crawled over to sit in his lap. “this one is still unnamed. might call him bowser, y’know? how cute would that be? mario, luigi, bowser and peaches. mate, we’re gonna have the cutest little pet family.” watching as nathan checked his phone, the scot arched a brow inquisitively. “expecting an important call, huh? because i know i’m way too interesting for you to start checking your phone out of boredom,” he joked – of course he wasn’t the kind of friend to dictate how much nathan could or couldn’t use his phone when he was at lucky’s place. “aye, of course. we’ll give vegas a miss, but we’ll figure somethin’ else out. did you have anyone in particular that you wanted to pick up along the way? any special requests?” he was intrigued now, of course.

“seems like we both played a lot of nintendo when we were younger.”  nathan nodded his approval, flipping lucky off briefly.  “‘ay, it’s my manager.  or agent.  i dunno--someone on my team.  they want me to do a commercial for, like, toothpaste or something.  don’t really know how i’m gonna sell that shit when i’m basically addicted to mint chocolate chip ice cream.”  he stuffed his phone away, scoffing lightly.  he hadn’t had much time to devote to crushes or relationships lately, so he really couldn’t give lucky the answer he wanted.  “nah, man.  i’d need more friends before i answered that question.”  he leaned forward to scratch the kitten behind his ears again.  “shit, i’m definitely not a prima donna or whatever.  be just as fine going in my pajamas.”