#I get the rumour that one of the actresses is leaving the show

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lol not grey’s anatomy developing a new sapphic couple I really liked just to have them break up two episodes later

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I LIKE ME BETTER WHEN IM WITH YOU

NICHOLAS CHAVEZ X SINGER!READER

a/n: hope u enjoy this one, it kinda came to me outta nowhere. lmk thoughts!!

word count: 2085

TO SAY you and Nicholas clicked immediately would be a understatement. The first time you’d spoken to him, you were in the lobby at the Golden Globes awards, both being nominees. Nicholas was up for his recent movie and you for that movie’s song you did that soared through the charts immediately after the movie premiered. Your fanbase had since almost tripled in size as had Nicholas’ fame. Both being thrown into fame seemingly overnight, you had something in common.

The internet had fallen in love with you and Nicholas as a pair after the awards show, a picture of the two of you blowing up on social media. You’d agreed to meet up for coffee a week after the awards, and paparazzi had bombarded you both suddenly, albeit their job, getting many pictures. It was you and him walking together, both smiling. The media had started saying you were dating, speculating a romantic beginning.

Neither of you had made any moves or spoken about the rumours, keeping it more or less ‘professional’ and strictly a ‘co-star friendship’. There was the small lingering glances, the light touches that lasted just a second longer than usual, the late night calls and giggles in either apartments during hangouts.

A few weeks after the Golden Globes, you and the actors of the movie went out to celebrate the success, enjoying the dimly lit restaurant. You sat a few seats across from Nicholas, caught mid conversation with one of the actresses towards the end of the night. Although you were distracted, Nicholas still caught your attention throughout the night and seemingly you’d consumed his, a stolen glance every few minutes.

Nicholas glances at you again, studying your facial features. He’s never seen you in this light before, face slightly flushed from the alcohol and giggling at jokes being made. Seeing you like this made Nicholas relax, content with being near you. He was definitely catching himself feeling a certain way about you, a way he’s never felt about anyone before. He was suddenly envious of everyone who knew you better than he did, wanting the same for himself.

The other actors chat with each other and laugh, but that wasn’t the case for Nicholas. He found his eyes constantly drifting back over to you. He had seen you as just a friend, someone he could goof around with or ask for advice at silly o’clock in the morning, but something’s changed. The longer he looks at you, the more he starts to fall.

About an hour later, everyone is getting ready to leave. You’re struggling to get your coat on while giggling, the flush on your cheeks more red as you hum.

Nicholas notices that you’re struggling, the alcohol blurring your vision slightly and making it difficult to keep your balance.

“Let me help you with that"

He says as he grabs your coat and carefully puts it on you for you, smiling to himself at your clumsiness.

Finding yourself acting like a teenage girl, you laugh a little and button your coat up, tucking your hair loosely behind your ear as you pick up your bag.

“oh thank you Nic”

He nods in response, gently placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you towards the exit. It sent a shiver down your spine and butterflies to your stomach, his light touch igniting a flame you didn’t know existed.

“Let me walk you to your car, I’ll drive you home. Don’t trust your clumsy ass to get yourself home safely”

He chuckled at his own words, shaking his head at you trying to protest against his offer.

“Nic, ‘m fine im not that tipsy”

You huffed out and tried to usher him away, failing as he picked up your bag and walked you out the door, waving goodbye to his costars.

The air was cold, biting at your skin as you pulled Nicholas to your car to avoid the coldness. You gave him your keys and rushed to the passengers seat, putting your seatbelt on and sighing at how it was somehow colder in your car than outside.

“You’re definitely more than tipsy. I’ve never seen you so giggly”

Nic says, keeping his eyes on the road as he pulls out and turns the heating on. He glances at you, noticing your eyes are already closing as you lull to sleep.

“I’ve never seen you stare so much in one evening”

He looks at you in shock for a second that you can still sense him staring from behind your closed eyes. He’s stunned you know he’s been staring. He coughs and sighs a little, focusing on the road ahead as he replies with a hint of nerves in his voice.

“What? No I haven’t..”

“mhm.. Micaela told me”

Your words slow as I relax, humming softly.

“ ‘nd I saw you looking”

He blushes a little and keeps his eyes on the road, embarrassed that you knew he was looking. He tries to play it cool and responds, resting his free hand on the clutch.

“Ah, of course she did..”

He glances over at you, seeing you relax against the window. It’s silent for a little bit before Nicholas finally speaks up.

“You tired?”

“mhm.. not a lot just dizzy”

You hum and glance over at him, shutting your eyes again once he nods.

“Of course you’re dizzy..”

Nicholas looks over at you before you’d notice, focusing back on the road

“You drank quite a bit tonight..”

“shhhh just drive”

Dismissing him, you laugh slightly and sigh contentedly as you fall into sleep, the warmth of the car inviting you to rest. It’s not long before you’re asleep, leaving Nicholas to his thoughts while driving the rest of the way.

It was small things like that night that made you realise; you were head over heels for Nicholas and you hadn’t even gotten the chance to contemplate it before he was off in California for filming. You lived in New York, having a studio nearby to your apartment for recording songs. Unimportant though, you were currently in London for a performance for a few weeks.

Despite your distance, you and Nicholas still spoke daily on the phone, often facetiming him while doing mundane tasks or rehearsing. He would go over his lines or read his script with you, laughing as you’d make fun of his silly lines.

He’d agreed to visit you and come to one of your shows, your final one that was meant to be the biggest one yet. It was in a week, so Nicholas would be able to get a few days off filming as they’d film other scenes. You got him the perfect space, telling him to visit you backstage after.

Come the time of the performance, you saw Nic front row as he beamed up at you with pride, singing along to almost all of your songs. Between your setlist, you took a break to interact with the audience, taking about 15 minutes of just talking to fans, laughing and trying to acknowledge all of the younger ones who’d attended, elated that your fan base was ranged so much.

While speaking to a fan front row, she’d asked about Nicholas, saying she noticed he was there and laughing as she raised her eyebrows asking if he was here as anyone special.

You’d laughed it off, telling them he was there for support and shrugging as you walked to him, waving at him and saying hello.

The night was over in a flash, each song and choreography flowing into the next, until it ended with an upbeat song, slowing to a close as you descended into the trap room below stage.

Nicholas was quick to make his way backstage, creeping up on you in a hallway and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, squeezing you. Catching you off guard, you yelped and laughed as you recognised it was Nic.

“Nic oh my god you scared me”

You turned around and hugged him, happy to see him. He laughed softly at your reaction, resting his hand on the side of your waist, lifting his other hand and gently running his fingers through your hair.

“You look incredible…as always”

“thank you.. I feel ugh tho, that performance was kinda tough”

He gives you a sympathetic look, noticing how tired you looked. He lets his hand fall back to his side, his eyes on yours.

“Yeah, I can tell that it was. And you still killed it like a badass as always”

You led him back into your dressing room, sighing as you close the door and it’s quiet

“should we go out or something?”

You walk to your dresser and put your phone down, taking off the heavier parts of your outfit.

He leans against the wall near the door, his eyes landing on your outfit and then wandering along your body without realizing as he spoke.

“We can..if you don’t mind a few paparazzi being around”

Nicholas sighs, knowing it was going to happen anyway.

“Yeah they’ve been on my ass after every show.. maybe we can go out in the evening or something, or you can come over I don’t mind”

You bite the inside of your cheek and pack stuff back into your bag to take home, contemplating if Nic should just come over and you could order takeout.

He watches you pack your belongings for a moment before he speaks again, gazing at you from the sofa.

“I’ll come over. I’d rather not be harassed by the press right now, they’ve been hounding my ass enough already”

“Figures.. you know I’ve been meaning to finish that new show of yours, then I started touring and I don’t wanna watch it in the background.. it’s good y’know I’m impressed”

You turn back to him briefly before turning back around and opening a few drawers, looking around for something.

Nicholas smiles again, crossing his arms as he watches you look through your drawers.

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended. I know how busy you get when you’re on tour”

He speaks with a slight laugh, stepping away from the wall and walking over to you, curious as to what you’re looking for.

“Whatcha lookin for, babe?”

“erm.. just- my.. god where the hell..”

You tut and sigh turning around, fumbling with small random items on your dresser.

“….my keys”

Nicholas laughs slightly as he gets up, moving things around and helping you look.

You turn back around, opening the bottom drawer and sighing, taking out your keys and putting them in your bag with a grin.

“’babe’?, ‘s why people think we’re dating, Nic”

He rolls his eyes playfully and smiles back, stepping closer to you.

“People have thought that long before I called you babe”

He purred back with a tease in his voice, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, now standing inches away from you. As he watches you closely, still holding your hips, he pulls you even closer, eyes flicking down to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

“But who says they’re wrong? Who says there isn’t any truth to the rumors?”

Nic spoke quietly, his voice slightly deep and his breath fanning on your lips.

The mood in the moment sent a buzz through your veins, humming as your arms draped over his shoulders.

“maybe, are we dating?”

His smirk only grows as you speak, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. He looks at you with a slight intense gaze, leaning his head to whisper in your ear.

“I don’t know…are we?”

He whispers in your ear and pulls you closer to him, your body now flush against his.

“mhm.. maybe”

Nicholas hums and wraps his arms around your waist, enjoying how you felt against him.

“Just maybe?”

Now whispering against your neck, his lips hover over your skin. He chuckles and moves his head, now pressing his lips against your neck and placing a soft kiss on your skin. He kisses your neck slowly, his lips then moving up to your jaw, trailing his kisses along you and finding the skin underneath your ear, knowing it was sensitive. A soft exhale escapes your lips, tilting your head as you rest in Nicholas’ arms, content with his company. He smiled as he pressed a quick kiss to your temple, humming as you relaxed into his hug.

Maybe ‘just friends’ wasn’t a title either of you wanted to share.

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Matt Smith x Singer/Actress!Reader

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mattfan So jealous she's acting alongside Matt 😭😭😭

y/nn. More Y/n content!!!! They're gonna look so cute together 😍😍😍

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your.album.name SHE'S ACTING AGAIN 😭❤️

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We all want to give Y/n Y/L/n a huge welcome to the Doctor Who cast.

You're go-go-going to be brilliant!

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yourinstagram 💙Nancy Sutton reporting for Tardis duty💙

I'm still in a dream. I used to watch Doctor Who every weekend growing up. It was a huge part of my family and my childhood and now I get to be in the show ❤️ My heart could explode right now!

Thank you to Steven for even considering me for the role!

To Matt, you are an amazing actor and Doctor. I couldn't ask for anyone better to act beside and I won't let you down.

I cannot wait to run across the universe with you.

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florencepugh *Tardis Noise*

y/n 👽

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your.album.name She left no crumbs ☠️

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Earlier this week, the co-stars looked very cosy at the Brit Awards, and sources say they were seen leaving together at the end of the night.

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celebnews Doctor Who co-stars fuel romance rumours during their photoshoot in Venice. The two have been filming for the past year and a half and during this time the romance rumours have only grown.

During the shoot, the two were pictured in a close moment where Y/n brushed Matt's hair, and then Matt placed his arm over her.

On screen their characters have a slow burning romance story but in real life the romance seems to be blossoming fast.

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yourinstagram75 LET US HAVE THIS

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bbcdoctorwho 💙

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yourinstagram.queen A lyric from her new song and a relationship confirmation. Deceased💀

queen.y/n ARE WE NOT GONNA MENTION THAT HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM!!!! DOES THIS MEAN WE GET A MATT INTERLUDE?!?!

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mattsmith Run with me forever, Nancy

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a steddie modern au idea that i probably won’t write because i just Don’t have the time or energy for another wip but i’m putting it out here so i remember it, and if anyone wants to write this or gets inspired Please tag me so i can read it <3

okay so imagine this right, rockstar eddie & popstar steve - on complete opposite ends of the music spectrum, forcibly brought together by their label to collaborate on an album!!

read more under the cut :)

( i basically wore the fic lol )

okay, eddie’s in his band right with CC, and they’ve come so far and are doing so well in the metal industry. eddie’s made quite the reputation for himself as the loud, bash, pushy, stuck up, bitchy rockstar who makes his own rules, parties fucking hard, and is a certified sex symbol across the globe.

once on stage, playing out under the stars, a bat flew down onto stage and it was freaking gareth out so eddie Caught it with his hands and held it up simba style, named it ozzy, sent it back off into the night sky and dubbed the bat the bands - and eddie’s own - personal mascot. this was way earlier on in their career so metal snobs started calling him an ozzy osbourne wannabe - the prissy Princess of Darkness. untill he started making way and then the name stuck and one time eddie came out onstage in full pink princess dress and crown and played their gnarliest show yet.

steve harrington though? he’s an angel. the youngsters drool over him and have pictures of soft sweaters and stawberry lipglossed steve on their walls, middle aged women look at him and wished their husbands could be the kind soul that the world knows him to be. the “men” call him a queer and pathetic, and when people ask steve about it in interviews he just smiles and shrugs and says in his soft voice “if that’s how they want to perceive me, that’s okay. i know who i am, i’m just steve. why should we spread hate when we can just be nice?”

girls from highschool started posting about their own experiences with the soft boy sensation that is steve, saying he was the kindest boy they’ve ever dated, he brings girls flowers and kisses them on the doorstep and Holds Their Hands during sex. gen z start calling him a “king 💅” whenever Anything comes out about steve because he just Can’t do anything wrong, and eventually he gets dubbed the King of Pop.

eddie munson is best friends and living with five time gold medalist olympian chrissy cunningham, the gymnast young girls look up too. they’re often speculated to be dating, and half the world thinks they’re actually married concidering they have a cat together, often wear matching outfits when out, and hold hands when walking around. one time eddie was captured giving her a forehead kiss when standing in line for smoothies. but concidering eddie is also seen leaving venues with girls under his arm, and chrissy following behind him with a couple of guys, the rest of the world says they can’t be. who knows, maybe their open or polly, it’s the twenty first century everybody! (but in truth eddie’s walking with chrissy’s hookups under his arms, and chrissy’s chatting away with the guys eddie plans on ruining for the night, and they’ll swap once sage inside the trailer)

steve has a house right next door to up and coming actress robin buckley, and they took down the fence between their homes and built a corridor combining them. they’re as close as chrissy and eddie seem to be, but after robin was seen making out with one of her female costars at a red carpet after party, and wearing a lesbian flag pin on her jacket in paparazzi pics, those rumours have died significantly.

chrissy cunningham is in love with steve harrington, she thinks he’s the perfect man, “if i had to date a guy, eddie, it would be that one and that one Only. i’ll excuse the penis if he looks at me with those pretty boy eyes.” she has posters of him on her wall, listens to his music on the regular, and eddie knows way more about him than he’d like to admit. not that he pays much attention, just when chrissy plays his latest single on an endless loop and quotes things he says on the daily, a guys gonna pick up on stuff.

robins little sister, max, who by platonic-soulmate-law, is steve’s little sister is Obsessed with CC. she listens to them all the time, along with a bunch of other metal and punk bands, and has a poster of him shredding on her wall. her boyfriend lucas gets jealous about it all the time and even took to learning one of his solos on steve’s guitar.

the thing is, though, eddie and steve are perceived the way they are because their label actually Sucks and they’re signed in for too many more years to find a way out.

queer aligations got shot around about Everyone in CC. people think they all fuck guys, people think they all fuck eachother, people think so many things and the label twists and turns those stories to make them “acceptable”.

the thing is though, they’re all so fucking gay… and they all have fucked eachother. eddie and gareth were boyfriends back in highschool, jeff and grant have been together for the last couple of years and they’re talking marriage. they’ve all hooked up with eachother separately, they’ve all gotten together for a few foursomes, they’ve all gangbanged a bunch of groupies of Multiple genders together, so eddie Knows where the rumours come from. he wants to be out, hates hiding, thinks it’s stupid and backwards and Who Cares if they loose a few followers? those aren’t the kinds of people eddie wants listening to his music anyway.

it’s only when gareth settled down with his new wife and popped out kid number one that the rumours about him started to die out… even though, before the kid came around, gareth and his wife would sleep with eddie, jeff, and grant like… all the time.

the only queer speculations about steve are the ones coming from the “alpha males” and younger queer boys that connect with him and want someone like steve to look up too and say “he’s queer too, we’re the same, and it’s okay”. but his label hasn’t given steve a voice… like at all. he got signed because of his gorgeous voice and soft lyrics about losing love and being alone, and being conflicted in your sexuality, and then they signed him and his contract states that he’s Not allowed to write Any of his own lyrics. not a single one of his own songs have been published, to this day.

the label tried to restrict eddie like that too, saying his lyrics were too controversial, but CC refuses to be fake. they agreed to only write songs about death and drugs and sex and satan and blah blah blah metal. eddie’s never really published much from the heart, but he sneaks metaphors in there all the time, that only hardcore fans can pick up on.

the labels getting bored of steve. it’s just the same music, the same tours, the same questions in every interview. he’s Boring them. it’s only a small amount of time before the world gets bored of him too, plus, it’s not like he’ll stay this pretty forever. they want to discard him - he’s locked in by contract though, has to release one more album and tour before they can be done with him.

and then grant dies. it’s a horrible accident, car crash, some drunk driver t-boned him and flipped his car off the road. it Breaks jeff. it breaks all of them, but mostly jeff. he’s distraught, turns to drugs, ODs and it’s then that gareth and eddie send him to rehab.

there’s no corroded coffin without grant, the band breaks up. the three of them Won’t play stadium tours and write albums together without him, and- “are you fucking CRAZY? of course we’re not Replacing him, get a fucking grip.”

it takes Months for any of them to get to a point where they can be seen in society again. it’s then that the label says they Have to bring one more album an to the table. but they’re willing to drop CC if eddie goes solo. he’s the face of the band anyway, the voice, “he’s who the women want, guys.”

eddie agrees, because he’s legally obligated too. and he writes the most dumbfuck album anyone’s ever heard. it’s all preschool-esque lyrics and about farm animals and potty training and it’s also just fucking Gay - like there’s one song that just goes on and on an on about some guys ballsack. he records a demo to go with them, has his guitar perfectly out of tune and sings so terribly his voice cracks, if singing is what you can actually call it. the label gets So fucking mad at him.

so here they are, newly solo artist eddie munson, the fucking prick, stuckup rockstar, entitled rich as Princess of Darkness, and steve harrington, the sweet soft boy turned boring, King of Pop; both locked in for another album, and tour, and Useless.

they’re going to Lose the label money at this rate.

so they try something. something that will bring in Buckets.

CC and steve harrington are the labels two biggest musicians. they’re constantly fighting to be top of the charts, shooting past eachother with every new album, new single, new tour, new pap photos, new relationship spectacle, each red carpet appearance… evetything. They are who everyone’s obessed with, they are who have the Biggest markets. every woman on the globe has to be obsessed with at least One of them.

why not pool those two fanbases together? get them to collaborate on a song together, the fans will go crazy and it will surely break the charts. the company will get So fucking rich.

but if they can make buckets off one song… than why not a whole album? why not make them Tour together.

which is how eddie and steve find themselves nervously sitting in a recording studio together one afternoon, going through introductions and contracts and provosos with the label and blah blah blah boring rules and legal shit.

eddie’s dreading working with this guy. he’s a total Phonie! King of Pop? who does he think he is, this harry styles wanna be. sure he writes poetic shit about love and making soft love to women, but it’s all so vapid. eddie Knows music, and he knows when lyrics are bullshit. i mean Sure, eddie knows a good handful of his songs on guitar, but that’s Only so he can play them to chrissy because it’s special to her. doesn’t make his music Good - and that’s not even eddie being a snob, he can vibe with pop, taylor swift is a lyrical goddess, he is an all too well girlie and he and chrissy scream the ten minuet version in the car together late at night.

he’s also dreading the clear over kindness. steve’s meant to be this darling angel, and sure that’s why the girls and gays love him so much, but eddie doesn’t think he could Handle someone being so fucking nice up in his face like that because he’ll Know it’s fake. he won’t be able to tell if the guys actually being nice because he actually gets along with eddie, or if he’s being nice because it’s his job.

and steve is dreading working with eddie because eddie is supposed to be one of the Hardest people to work for. he’s stuck up and dickish and Snarky and so fucking confident and a Rockstar for fucks sake. steve is way too tired to deal with a cunt right now - let alone Tour with one.

everything about this meeting and collaboration is Completely under the blanket. the label doesn’t want to announce Anything until they have a good album from them, because they know how hot headed and temperamental eddie is - given the last thing he gave them, which was immediately scrapped.

so they meet, sign a bunch of non disclosures. they’re not even allowed to tell robin and chrissy that they’re Meeting eachother - they do, though, but it doesn’t go past those two.

they’re left alone, once everything is signed. they’ve been standoffish, haven’t said more than ten words to eachother. eddie’s all glares and attitude, steve’s all soft smiles and bats of his eyelids.

they both want to be sick - this is torture.

everything’s signed. everything’s legally a secret. they’re behind closed doors in a recording studio to themselves to “get creative”. and so the masks come down.

turns out, steve is Not nice. three minuets into their alone time, eddie kicks his feet up onto the desk by steve and steve… he picks up a pen and uses it to push eddie’s shoes off the table and away from him with a bitchy glare.

steve’s Bitchy. he’s got bite and he’s So fucking sarcastic. he keeps looking eddie over and scrunching his nose, he keeps making snide comments about eddie’s over sexual behaviour and drug culture. he even goes so far as to insult eddie’s hair, “the eighties called, van halen wants his wig back”.

and eddie’s… we’ll, he’s a little turned on by it.

to the world, steve’s this perfect little soft boy who sings about love and sugar and spice and all things nice, but when there’s a contract saying eddie’s legally obliged to shut his trap about Anything steve related, he lets his true colours show.

and steve? well, once he sends out a Bunch of snarky remarks eddie’s way, he’s realising that eddie’s not reacting the way he’s been conditioned to believe eddie would. he’s expecting mean quips back, jabs at his career and “queerness” and pastel colour pallet, maybe even a meltdown. but eddie just sits there slack jawed and actually.. encouragers steve’s insults and bitchy nature. and eddie’s kinda sweet, when steve tells him to keep his shoes off the table, eddie complies and actually apologises. he even pulls out a random compliment, telling steve he actually has a really nice voice.

and he’s making steve nervous… he’s getting butterflies.

they talk for a little while longer before eddie conducts a plan. they have to go home and listen to each others music and pick a few favourites or memorable things, stuff they think they can get behind mixing with their own style. they need something with Both of their sounds combined.

steve only has a few albums out, so eddie says he’ll listen to them all. corroded coffin though? they have Heaps of music out, so eddie writes down a list of their top albums and some of His favourites from other albums that he thinks steve might be able to get behind.

steve goes home and recruits robin to listen with him, gets max to send through all of her favourites and Why. he writes down a little list with his top five songs and a couple quotes and times where solos fucking rock. by the time he’s done he’s got about an a4 page worth of notes.

eddie goes home and he and chrissy spend the night analysing All of steve’s music. they print out the lyrics to every song and scribble all over them, listing to his two albums, one EP, and a single, on an endless loop. chrissy is Always happy to spend hours talking about Steve Harrington, and eddie is the biggest fucking nerd and loves analysing music and figuring everything about it out. he learns chords, flips some of steve’s songs to make them a little rougher so he can show steve and give him a taste of the stuff they Could create.

steve feels so embarrassed with the lack of shit he’s got when eddie slams down a Folder full of notes. but eddie hurriedly stops steve’s apologising and looks at his notes and Actually awes at them “you like this song? it’s your favourite? i wrote that secretly about my fuck off dad and missing my mamma- you really like it? gosh, not many people do… this is so cool, i can’t believe you listened to it”

eddie starts talking about - and dissecting - steve’s music, telling him things about his lyrics He didn’t actually know. eddie tells him they’re all kinda… vappid. like steve doesn’t sing them with Emotion. they don’t come from the heart, they’re just stories. steve tells him he’s not allowed to write his own stuff, even though he has books full of lyrics at home.

eddie has an entire wall of his house turned into a bookshelf filled with journals for lyrics and writing music, different shelf’s are for different moods and different journals are for different themes.

they start to jam and eddie plays a few of steve’s songs. they figure out some stuff and eddie declares they’re going to make “the most outer worldly album that’s ever graced our mortal plane, king stevie, i can promise you that” - he gives steve a mission. he has to go home and find One song he’s written that he’d like the world to know about, and text pictures of it to eddie - and eddie will make sure it’s label appropriate (if it’s not, he’ll sit down with steve and they’ll tweak it to hide controversial themes behind metaphors) and tell their boss he wrote it so they can put it on the album; steve will sing it of course, and it will come from the heart.

they talk about their experiences over the next few weeks. it’s basically paid fucking therapy. eddie talks about grant, talks about CC, talks about highschool, talks about chrissy. steve talks about robin, talks about highschool, talks about the mall fire he got caught in, he talks about his abuser billy hargrove. eddie opens up about his own abuser, reefer rick, his old supplier. steve opens up about getting cheated on with the first girl he loved. eddie opened up about getting cheated on by reefer. steve opens up about neglectful parents and eddie opens up about his time through the foster system and having a druggie mother and a dad in jail.

that’s what they write music about.

steve finally sends eddie a song. it’s a song about learning to care about yourself. he wrote it when robin stepped into his life, when she conditioned him to gain his self respect back and love himself. it’s about how fucking Important loving yourself - no matter your difference or your experiences may be.

eddie cries when he reads it, he thinks it’s perfect just the way it is. the few undertones of queerness he’s picking up on from deep analysis will go right over the labels heads.

eddie suggests he write a song completely on his own for the album too, one without steve’s imput. then they both have one song that’s completely Theirs. he writes his song about grant, it’s an ode to him, a goodbye, and hidden behind metaphors and poetic tear stained lyrics, it’s about having your true self hidden by masks and flashy cameras and men in tight suits; it’s about jeff, it’s about their love, it’s about the love eddie had for grant, it’s about the love they all had for eachother, it’s about the bandanna they all wear in their back pockets from time to time.

steve reads it and he… he gets it.

he knows eddie’s queer, eddie let it slip the second time they met, when he was talking about another of his songs about the first guy he had sex with. so it’s not a shock to steve to read this kinda shit.

but when eddie’s reading steve’s lyrics, it’s kinda shocking to him. steve hadn’t come out, even though he’s given ample opportunity, hadn’t mentioned anything about men and talked plenty about women, so eddie just fairly assumed he was straight.

on the last day of recording the album, they’re in the studio together. all the backtracks are done and they’re just recording lyrics. they’re both there in the sound booth with headphones on, and eddie’s singing his ode to grant, steve backing up his vocals, but letting eddie take centre stage. eddie cries and takes a good break before they can record steve’s song - steve’s song that they think eddie wrote.

they record steve’s song, eddie eddie backs up his vocals occasionally when asked, but it’s Steve’s song. its litterally titled steve’s song, because eddie felt sick with the idea of Actually taking credit for something steve created. he’s only doing it for legal reasons and because he Needs steve to get his lyrics out into the world. they worked on all the other songs together - the label doesn’t know that - but this is Steve’s. it should have been on his first album.

steve cries whilst singing it, because it comes from the heart. he sings it with raw fucking emotion and.. oh jeez, it makes eddie cry too. steve finished singing and eddie pulls him into a tight hug and whispers to steve so no one else can hear “that’s the best you’ve ever sounded, stevie”.

what they didn’t know was that their manager snapped a photo of their hug and sent it to rolling stone along with an announcement of a new album and upcoming tour.

the internet goes bazerk! “the King of Pop and the Princess of Darkness? what an odd pair… someone write me this fan fiction rn.”

eddie and steve go home that night feeling a little useless. they just spent weeks crammed up in the recording studio together, making music and talking about things they are too scared to tell the world, and now they’re… no where near eachother.

they both sit there in their houses and come to the realisation that they Don’t just think the other is only adorable and totally their type… that maybe they were falling in love and feel kinda empty without eachother.

they start texting, chatting, keeping eachother updated on their lives - mostly on their platonic soulmates. steve prints off a selfie he and eddie took together one night a few drinks in, guitars on their laps, cheesy grins on their faces, and signs it for chrissy - she Freaks Out.

eddie sends over a CC sample hoodie he had lying around that ended up getting discontinued before selling at all, and he signed the spot over the heart with fabric pen for max.

the single drops - steve’s song - and fans go crazy. steve’s fans And eddie’s fans have collectively come together to Scream about it. it reaches top of the charts in under a week. who knew a bunch of teenage girls could be so powerful?

the tour gets announced - tickets sell Fast.

the rest of the album drops and the label hosts a party for it. steve and eddie bring their other half’s and robin and chrissy hit it off immediately, and they start dating at a lesbian pace. steve and eddie get plastered and wake up cuddling - fully clothed, but cuddling - in… chrissy’s bed? they barely even remember going back to eddie’s place, but when they go out to the kitchen they find out that they ended up keeping the party going here - robin and chrissy are curled up together half naked on the couch.

they keep texting. they can’t stay away from eachother. they know the flirting is bad and helpless, but they Can’t Help it. they’re both smitten and falling more and more each day.

the tour starts and there are strict rules they have to oblige by, via steve’s original contact. eddie breaks half of them.

one of the rules happens to be Zero queerness - but that’s the same for eddie’s contract. they’re also both talked too about acting too “gay” on stage, they’re not allowed too. whatever that means.

the tour is fucking amazing. they both love looking out to the crowd and seeing all the different people. there are teenage girls in pastel skirts and sparkly dresses with bedazzled glasses and friendship charm bracelets, there are girls with dark eyeliner and ripped stockings and chunky silver jewlery and an obscene amount of leather, there are boys in lightwash jeans and crop tops, and boys in black ripped jeans and the wrong band tees with jewlery all over their faces, their are middle aged mothers wine drunk, there are older men with goatees, there are father there with their daughters and mothers there with their sons, and So, So many more different people. it makes them both emotional.

after show four of their massive tour, they’re both having a few drinks in eddie’s trailer and listening to music and continuing the game of truth or dare robin and chrissy started before they got distracted and wandered off to steve’s trailer. they get drunker, and gigglier, and closer, and more lose lipped, and steve tells eddie he’s bi, and eddie tells steve he’s the most beautiful (inside and out) man he’s ever met, and they kiss.

they spent the rest of their tour keeping their relationship VERY secret. steve’s trailer is now permanently robin and chrissy’s, and he and eddie share eddie’s. no one suspects a thing, they’re both used to keeping their queer relations under wraps.

they say i love you in the last month of their tour. when they get home, they want to move in together. they’re going to buy their own mansion with all the fucking money this albums made them, and they’re planning what their room will look like, and their kitchen, and their garden, and their future. steve wants kids, always has. eddie’s scared to be a dad, but he thinks he’d like to try with steve, just not for a few more years. they both think marriage is stupid, but they’re also both hopeless romantics who have each pictured and planned their own weddings so they think they might even get married one day. they get matching tattoos, a little crown on eddie’s ribs under his heart for steve, and a tiara in the same place on steve for eddie.

the label asks to sign them both on for a few more albums, another tour. they’re bringing in So much money.

eddie says no, straight away. he’s not letting steve get suffocated by these fuckers anymore. there’s nothing here for him anyway. he’s already working with gareth and jeff on creating their own label, it’s almost up and running.

for steve’s birthday, three nights before the tour ends, eddie tells him he’s now the co-ceo of his own production company, named after grant, to carry on his legacy. eddie slides over a wad of paper and tells steve he wants the first artist they sign to be steve - he works on his own conditions, writes whatever music he wants, sings from the heart, writes them one album and then once that’s done (when steve is Ready for it to be done) they’ll draw up another contract, if that’s what steve wants. steve signs, starts working on his first album right away.

he lies in bed that night with eddie’s head on his chest, and they’re scribbling down lyrics about sex in satin sheets in the dark of a tour trailer, and falling in love.

they perform their last show, and they cry hopelessly.

that’s it. they’re done. their no longer signed to the label, evetythings Over.

eddie’s wearing the tiara steve put on his head on their First show, he’s also wearing leather and stompers and no shirt. steve’s wearing lightwash blue jeans and a flowey shirt made of lace and a crooked crown on top of his perfect hair. they’re both heaving, and crying black mascara and eyeliner tracks down their cheeks, and sweating buckets. but they both think the other is so fucking beautiful and they can’t resist it

it’s not like they’re locked in by the label anymore anyway.

eddie shoved his guitar off and lays it very neatly on the ground before full pelt running for steve and just Kissing him. the crowd goes fucking crazy. they loose their shit and it breaks the media.

“i love you…” eddie pants into his mouth and kisses him again “i love you so fucking much baby”

“i love you too.” steve says and then he swiftly drops to one knee, pulls a ring box out of his pocket and asks eddie to marry him

it’s there in stage, with a the most diverse and random crowd in the world, sweaty and hot and in love, that eddie and steve break history. not only did they Just come out to the world as queer… and dating, they’re also the first famous queer couple to get engaged on stage like this.

so yeah… that’s my “little” fic idea :)

and then they obviously get married and get their mansion or whatever and adopt a kid a few years into the marriage, when eddie feels stable enough to be able to responsibily raise a little gremlin. she’s totally a little menace like eddie, but she’s for sure got his pure sweetness when she’s with people she trusts and loves but holy shit is she steve’s kid, because she’s gotta be more snarky and more bitchy than steve was during their first meeting… and what’s worse is when they gang up on eddie with double bitchy glares.

[polishdynasty]

Can you please rank all the portrayals of Casimirs and Jagiełłos wife’s on Korona Królów?

hello, of course!

so, casimir's wives from the one i liked the most to the one i liked the least:

1. christina rokiczana — she was exactly how i had imagined her; cunning, ambitious, clever, but not absolutely evil. at some point she started to really care about casimir and regret her choices. although i didn't like the allusions of her having some kind of romance with charles of luxembourg ( what absolutely did not have place in real life!! ) and that rush ending they gave her. i really hoped they will go more with the legend and he will send her away after finding out that she was a spy.

2. adelaide of hesse — now listen, i did not like the plot making her mad, but i can definitely see that it wasn't unreasonable: her husband was constantly cheating on her, she was feeling completely alone in a foreign kingdom and couldn't provide an heir to the throne. but after casimir basically threw her away to żarnowiec she was constantly fighting with him to get back what was rightfully hers and did not give up. aleksandra przesław showed adelaide's emotions very well. i just hoped they would show us adelaide's political engagement.

3. jadwiga of sagan — she's probably the best portraited one ( probably, because she was just in a few episodes ). but yeah, young girl forced to marry a man, who could be her grandfather and then forced to leave her daughters and not being able to see them again.

4. anne of lithuania — so my beef is more with the actress, because, i'm sorry, but i can't stand marta. the first season was rough, actors were stiff and that's my impression of her acting. but talking more about the character herself: they really ruined jadwiga of kalisz to anne's advantage and that i hated. i also didn't like her getting a cheating on casimir plot. anne needed more episodes of her getting used to life of the christian wife of the future king: after first episode that ends with casimir's and anne's wedding, there's a time ship where they already have daughters. i feel like we needed at least two episodes of anne's first days on the polish court.

now jagiełło's wives:

1. anne of cilli — she's absolutely the most underrated from all four. history remembers her only as mother to jadwiga jagiellon, her allegations of cheating on ladislaus and the fact that she was ugly ( what she probably wasn't ) but the crown of the kings really gave her new life and showed her in a better light. the most important: anne's infidelity is showed as just a rumour just as it was in history. we also see her taking action in many matters, not just sitting back like many historians claim her to do. she's energetic, but not stupid. what the series could do better? show more of her political side ( polish regalia came back to poland from buda, because of her, but series assigns it to jagiełło ) and lead her relationship with her husband in other way, but i'm happy they didn't make ladislaus hate her as some claim he did.

2. sophia of halshany — she's almost perfect. her in recent episodes as queen mother? delicious. strong, caring about her sons and her constant war with oleśnicki is one of my favourite plots. but they absolutely ruined it through her relationship with jan hińcza. sonka, just like other wives of jagiełło ( not counting elizabeth of pilica ) was accused on cheating of him with few young men, hińcza being one of them. it was absolutely not true, but the series decaded to make a love story with them. they fell in love with each other on the first sight, but sonka has to marry ladislaus, they still have feelings for each other and after his death they are having an affair. and it's so irritating to me, i absolutely cannot stand them on screen.

3. jadwiga of poland — one of my favourite historical figures, but in the series she was... not particularly bad, but well, not my jadwiga. the king-woman was known for her kindness towards poor and people in general, but in the crown of the kings i feel like this was not enough emphasised? she also loved music, dances, but we see no such scenes. also, she was a ten years old girl during her coronation: it's obvious noblemen weren't going to let her rule the whole kingdom, but the series forgets about it and treats her like an adult woman.

4. elizabeth of pilica — my main problem is how she was written in season 3. we see her as a young girl already fascinated by the king and she does nothing else than stay silent and stares at him all the time. and jagiełło stares back as if suddenly awestruck with love, smiling. historically, of course they knew each other, because elizabeth's mother was jagiełło's godmother, but love came in time and something between them builded up after anne's of cilli death. it was just unnecessary drama. however, i quite liked how they repaired her in the jagiellonians. good woman, who got through a lot and now she wants to just be happy with the man she loves, but people can't accept her.

thank you for the question!

[littlemissidontcare]

I wasn't even talking to you mod, just replying to the anon who called AW frozen face and seemed to agree with what Aleandjon wrote, but based on your overly defensive reply I guess you do to?! The reason why fans care about people like you and Aleandjon trashing any woman Seb dates is because it paint all of Seb's fans in a bad light and it's part of why he left social media and will You're allowed to dislike his girlfriend for whatever reason but bullying and harassment are never okay, no matter how you try to justify it. And btw none of us know for sure that AW gets botox or what cosmetic surgeries she had done other than the nose job which she herself talked about. There is also no proof that she is a GF for hire. Those are all just fandom rumours that get shared so much that people start to believe they are true./ Please tell me how is us here ON A TUMBLR BLOG AWAY FROM TAGS discussing something even in a negative light related to Sebastian leaving INSTAGRAM? The only reason he or AW would even know this blog exists and what’s being said on here is if they’re actively looking for it and checking what’s being said, otherwise it’s a non-issue. We, anons nor the mod here, aren’t responsible for every single person on the internet that decides to comment something unflattering on that woman’s Instagram page. And please remind me when has Sebastian ever had a tumblr or a twitter account? Can you show any hate tweets where AW is tagged in? Besides an occasional ig comment there’s nothing there that they could see UNLESS they are actively looking for it. People have the right to express their opinions, especially about public personas, whatever those might be. It’s a public persona’s responsibility what to share with the world that’s watching them. It’s always you, the righteous ones, that cause the drama. It’s you who actively looking for all “hate” and bs, taking screenshots, posting them and tagging SS and AW to show how good of a fan you are, how hard you’re defending them from the “mean jealous fangirls”... cut the fucking crap already. It’s literally just a handful of crazies and you’re making them an army. This is a fucking safe space to discuss whatever we like and we aren’t responsible for anyone that decides to be a weirdo. All we say here has the right to be said. She’s a fucking actress - we talk about her acting, what we think of it. She posts on A PUBLIC IG ACCOUNT - we discuss what we see. What’s the fucking problem? Oh there’s none. But you wish there was, right? It’s always these “good righteous fans” that are OTT and causing drama. Get a fucking grip, already!

[smoooothoperator]

Fake It Till You Make It

Finale: Burn For You

Driver! Pierre Gasly x Actress! OC (Annelise Flinch)

Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers

Summary: can they keep contact? Many things will happen, doubts and fear. Can they be together?

Words: 4.4k

a/n: oh god guys! That's it, this is the end of Annelise's and Pierre's story. I'm so grateful for all the support and all the love you gave to this story

I will also take requests of blurbs about them if you want to keep knowing about their story!❤️

Italics are flashbacks

Two weeks ago he couldn't believe he found her. He couldn't believe that she was worse than he was. It was her choice, she was the one that ran away. And he felt bad because he wanted to hate her, to be angry with her. But the moment he walked inside if that room, all the bad feelings disappeared.

She promised she won't run away again. Both of them had to work, Pierre with the moving to the new team and Annelise filming her scenes at the other side of the world. They kept in touch, he made her promise that.



The Gaseoso One 💙: How is the recording?



She smiled weakly looking at the screen. She misses him so bad, and knowing both of them had to work even if he finished the races, and she has to keep recording.



Annelise Flinch: I'm tired..i mean, I love this work, but I really need a break.



She was with him on the race, trying to enjoy again the time with him. But something between them changed, they were awkward and even if he tried to take care of her she just closed herself on her mind. He couldn't kiss her, he was too scared to do that. Neither talk about them, about what happened, about when will be the next time they will see each other. Not even on messages. He felt like if he was losing her slowly.



The Gaseoso One 💙: rest whenever you can, Lis... Don't force yourself, okay?



"Annelise, we need you on set!" her manager called her, opening the door of the trailer.

She nodded sighing, leaving the phone on the couch and the golden necklace on top of it, smiling weakly at it. He fixed it, the moment he saw it on her hand when he found her he made sure to fix it on a jewelry.

She had to film with Timothée, and it made her a little happy, because she for sure had fun with him. This recording session is better when she's surrounded by her friends.

But it's too much time away from him, missing him.



A month went by. Her birthday is getting closer and closer, and she was away from home. Away from Oxford, from his parents. From him. And the things she wanted the most is to be with her loved ones.

During this days of recording she started a YouTube channel, something she wanted to do for so many time ago. The person that made her start it was Pierre, her lovely Pierre.

While their days on America she was always taking pictures, making short videos. And then he saw her like that, trying to take the perfect shot, he just laughed.

"What?" she frowned looking at him, turning around and placing her phone pack on the pocket of her jeans.

"You should start a vlog ir something like that" he chuckled looking at her.

"Why you said that?" she frowned, titling her head like a dog when someone say something interesting to them.

"You take pictures of everything you see, take pictures of your own food" he smiled. "Maybe people will be interested of how is your week, or day. Just think about it"

So that's what she did. She bought a camera, one she can take with herself all the time, taking pictures and recording her life. She even searched for tutorials of how edit her vlogs.

It was what kept her busy the week of her birthday, editing videos and recording. She brought that camera to the set and recorders her routine, making sure to not show anything confidential.

"You know, guys..." she sighed, placing the camera on a table. "It's time for think. Lately I have been feeling a lot down if energy"

She found this therapeutic, talking about her day, about her life. Because that was a way of showing the people how she actually is, that none of those rumours are true. That anything people said about her is true.

"I have been a lot about something..." I sighed. "The other day I read a book, Five Feet Apart, and it has a thing that made me really emotional"

She grabbed the book that was on her nightstand, finding immediately the page and smiling reading it and reading what she wrote next to it.

Reading those works out loud made her feel emotional, thinking about Pierre. Missing his touch, his kisses. How they made love.

"God.." she giggled ashamed when she saw small tears falling on the pages. "See? I said I'm too emotional"

She sighed and grabbed the camera ending the recording, hugging the book close to her chest.

"I'm so stupid" she sighed wiping away the tears and laughing at his ridiculous she might look from the outside.

She sighed, standing up from the couch and leaving the book on the table getting ready for a night out with her friends of the movie. Tomorrow is her birthday and her friends planned to do a dinner for her.

"An, you ready?" Zendaya smiled, knocking on her door before opening it.

"Yeah, yeah" she sighed, standing up lazyly, only wanting to stay inside the trailer and not doing anything at all.

She was dressed on a blue silk dress, maybe as blue as Pierre's eyes, with a metal headband that had small zircon flowers making sure the curtain bags don't disturbed her eyes. Her lips were painten on a light red and golden eyeshadow.

"Hey, are you wearing the Idole perfume?" Zendaya smiled after hugging her, recognizing the perfume.

"Yeah... Pierre gifted it to me not long ago" she sighed, blushing.

Zendaya laughed and sighed. She can feel she's better, but not completely better. Since what happened in Abu Dhabi, that exploded after her necklace broke, she was more anxious. She looked at her phone all the time and locked herself on the trailer.

Maybe calling him was a mistake. She wasn't getting better. Not at all.



He finished getting everything ready. The apartment he rented to stay in while he went to the headquarters was ready.

He has to start training soon, the season will start in two months and since he will be in a new team he has to start the meetings and knowing his team.

He missed her birthday. And he really can't forgive himself from that, because a text is not enough.

Pierre has been talking with Timothée for some days, planning of joining them for some days. The idea was great, he even searched a room on a hotel that is near the one they will stay. Even bought some presents to give them to her for her birthday and Christmas.

Everything was going too perfect to be true. They kept talking, messaging the times they had a break on their respective work. He kept his hopes high, knowing he will see her soon.

Everything was going too perfect.

He was getting ready, placing the gifts on the suitcase and some clothes. He planned things again, dates and moments together.

Pierre was getting ready to see her again, without knowing that it could be the biggest mistake he could do for him and for her. None of them were ready for what was about to come.

No one of them warned them about the doubt, the fear, the anxiety about thinking if the other would want to see them. It happened the moment he stepped inside the airport getting out of the plane, how the palms of his hands started to sweat, his heartbeat went faster than before the lack of air on his lungs.

What if she already forgot him? What if she's with someone else? What if she doesn't want to see him anymore? What if, what if.... What if?

Suddenly, that confident man with turned into a scared man. Scared of rejection, of being replaced. He imagined how he could feel if she was already with someone and walking inside her hotel room, how his heart could drop to the floor and break into a million pieces. How could she react if he showed up and her face didn't have a smile anymore. He felt like an abandoned puppy in the middle of the airport, surrounded by busy strangers walking on all directions to catch their plane, looking to a fixed point and feeling how his excitement left his body every second he spent there.

All the plans, the wishes of having her again between his arms, the need of breathing her scent and listening to her laughs, everything started to disappear.

So he left. If she doesn't know he came she won't suspect why he's so late, right? Maybe that decision she made nearly two months ago was the right one, maybe disappear from each other's life was the best for them.

And he did that. He bought a ticket to go back to Milan, ignored all the texts that came to his phone. He packed all the things she left on his apartment and kept them on boxes. He tried to live without her.

Just because some stupid doubts.



She looked at her phone sad. No answers. She wished him happy a Christmas, one where they could be together, happy and not away from each other.

But he didn't answer, not even to thank her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" her sister asked her.

Two days ago the director let all the team go back to their homes to spend holidays with them. So she just went to with her family to Oxford, not thinking for a second about Milan, about Pierre.

The replies started to disappear some days ago, making her feel hurt.

"Nothing" Annelise sighed locking her phone, leaving it on the table of the livingroom. "Literally nothing"

"Is about that mysterious boyfriend?" her sister Erika asked sitting on the couch next k her.

"Ex boyfriend" she sighed. "I just... he stopped texting me, even if we talked and promised that we could keep talking"

"Maybe he's already with someone else?" Erika sighed smiling weakly.

Is he? She thought that those months together made him change his old habits, making him not go from girl to girl. She thought that he loved her.

But maybe Erika is right. Months passed, nearly three since she broke up with him and a month since last time they saw each other. Maybe he already forgot about her.

"Yeah" she sighed swallowing thickly.

It was a mistake, the promise they made for each other was a mistake. Because it seems that he can't keep promises. Maybe he doesn't love her anymore.

Days went by, weeks went my. She had to learn how to live without him, tried to delete any feeling towards him. For what? It seems that he already did. Even if she tried to call him or text him, he never answered.

"It hurts" she sighed sitting next to Zendaya on the hotel. "I thought he loved me, but he just forgot about me. It's like if he just disappeared from this planet"

"Maybe he changed his phone number?" she said.

"Without telling me?" she mumbled. "If he did it seems that he just did it for me to not text him"

Zendaya looked at her, hugging her and sighing. I'd she didn't call him that day in Abu Dhabi she would never be like that, she could have forgotten him time ago.

"I was the one that called him" she confessed. "On Abu Dhabi. And I'm sorry, but seeing you so vulnerable and crying for a necklace... I shouldn't have done that"

Annelise looked up at her, brushing her hair with her fingers and taking a deep breath in. She doesn't know what to say, was it a mistake? Calling Pierre was a mistake? Maybe it was, because it made her still feel attached to him, the fact that free that breakdown he made her prise to keep contact.

"It's okay" she sighed. "That is on the past. Pierre is the past... I guess"

And saying that hurts, because the memories are still there. The polaroid pictures are still there, the necklace, the perfume, the hoodie, the shirt. Everything he gave her stills there. Her heart has his name on it. All those picture she took of them while they were together. Everything is still there, with her.

"I just can't believe how much a fake relationship could mark me" she sighed. "I never thought we were going to be like friends, then something like secret lovers, and now... strangers".



None of them talked to the other again. Rumours about their break up started when he restarted the season, seeing how she wasn't attending to the races or how he stopped liking her pictures on Instagram.

There were no longer edits about them. What was something everyone was surprised to see, now everyone miss it. His friends were surprised to not see her with him, to see the room that was reserved to her empty, back to the normal function of room to keep the suitcases. There were no longer lilies on his house, neither her perfume. It's like if Annelise Flinch never stepped inside the apartment.

Everything was kept inside of him. The tears, the pain inside if his chest everytime he reads something about her. The texts were there, laughing at him, reminding him the last time she ever talked to him: four months ago.



My Targaryen 🐉(1/1/2023. 00:01): Happy New Year

My Targaryen 🐉(1/1/2023. 00:30): Pierre?

My Targaryen 🐉(1/1/2023. 5:00): Arw you rewlly goung ti ignore mr? After everything? I should havr never loe yoi. Yio ate ab ifiot



He made her drink. She texted him drunken, knowing that the fact that he ignored her texts made her sad. But it was the best for them. After all, now she hates him.

"Pierre, I have some great news for you" his manager said smiling. "They want you to go to the Met Gala"

"Oh, nice. I don't read know what I did to be there, but okay" he sighed nodding, looking at the grin on his manager's lips. "What?"

"She will be there" he said. "Annelise"

"What? What you understand that we broke up?" he frowned. "The deal is gone. And if you want it to start again let me tell you that it will be a bad idea"

"You are lying to yourself" he said.

"No. You got what you all wanted" Pierre complained. "You wanted me to stop sleeping around with girls. And I stopped it! Don't put me again with her, on the same event"

"I guess you don't read about her, hm?" he sighed.

"I don't care anymore" he frowned.

His heart bleeds after pronouncing those words. He cares. He cares more than he should.

Weeks went by, and that famous event came. Is not that he was going to be one of those celebrities everyone want to take pictures of. Lewis Hamilton el be there, he's no one compared to the Brit. But since Formula 1 started to get more present on America, they were inviting more drivers to those high elite events. And he was one of the lucky ones to attend to the famous Met Gala, where they have to get dressed on special outfits.

It was supposed to be a nice day, but the fact that he was anxious to see her, waiting to see her, it made him not enjoying the event. He posed for the cameras, tense, stressed.

Karma is a bitch, because right when he was going up those stairs, he heard people calling her name.

"Annelise! Here!" the photographers were calling her, trying to take the perfect shot of her, dressed like a princess.

He turned around, looking at her. She looked like a real princess, wearing that pink and blue dress, her hair back tothe normal leght. He wonders if she's still wearing that perfume, if she keeps the necklace.

He searched for someone that could be with her, but the moment she walked away from the cameras she didn't look back for that supposed someone. She was there alone, with her manager.

Karma was more a bitch, making her nearly fall to the floor and making his feet work alone and run downstairs to help her.

At this point people were thinking it was fate, not karma, that was pushing them together again.

"Pierre" she gasped fixing her Versace dress.



No one told her he was there. Her manager didn't warn her.

So all the cameras captured her face when he helped her stand up. That face at the edge of crying, her hands shaking.

He was there, not ghosting her anymore. Annelise wanted to shout, scream at him. Tell him how much she hates him. But when she thought about it during that second she felt his hands, those feelings came back like if someone splashed cold water on her face. Love, care, affection, need. Everything is there again.

"Anellise" Pierre whispered smiling weakly, taking a step back and nodding, walking away.

She was shocked. He's there. And the only things he dared tinsahbwas her name? No. No, she won't accept this.

When she walked in inside the museum, going to the table for the dinner she just ignored the need of searching him, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

Pierre is in the same room as her. After so many time. They are on the same room but not on each other arms, how it has to be.

"Annelise, you okay?" her manager asked.

"Yeah, yeah..." she sighed, fixing her hair and the skirt of her dress. But after me seconds quiet she groaned. "Actually? No, I'm not. He's here, and I really want to leave"

"Come on, I thought that you got over him" Marina sighed.

"I want to leave, please" she whispered. "I did a Jennifer Lawrence on the stairs, I really don't want to be here anymore"

Marina sighed and nodded sadly, taking her things after finished the dinner and standing up. No one noticed her standing up, none of their table. Not like Pierre.

He frowned, feeling his heart beating faster when she walked out of the big room. And again, his feet moved making him walk towards her with big and hurried steps.

"Annelise!" he said, calling her. He missed how her name sounded on his lips. "Lis, please!"

Lis. That's how he called her. Half a year ago. His Lis.

Marina and her stopped their way to the exit door, making her manager smile and look at Pierre. She placed her hand on Annelise's bare back and smiled weakly and her.

"It's time to talk heart to heart" she whispered kissing her cheek, taking some steps back and walking back to the main room.

Pierre looked at Marina walking away, turning his head quickly to look at Annelise. She really looks like a princess.

"You look so beautiful" he whispered walking slowly towards her.

Annelise closed her eyes and took a deep breath, turning around and moving the long tail of her dress away, holding her hands in front of her. She looked at him, the black suit looks perfect on him, just how she remembers from those times he went with her to events.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound passive, any emotion on her voice.

"I'm a guest" he frowned, shocked by how cold her voice sounded. "As well as you"

She looked at him. He's the same as before. Maybe a little more fit. The beard on his face still the same, a little more styled for the event. His hair is messy as always but on a controlled way. And his eyes, his blue eyes, are looking at her the same way they did before.

"Now you have the balls to talk to me?" she asked swallowing thickly. "After all, you were the one that stopped talking to me"

"It was the best for us" he said.

"The best?" she scoffed laughing bitterly. "The best. The best was you keep talking to me. You telling me about your day. You telling me how training was. Telling me how is Esteban as a teammate again" she groaned, each sentence harder than the previous one. "You are so fucking selfish. That's what happened with Esteban, right? Stopped being friends with him suddenly, not even thinking about what he could feel, hm? Just because he was the competition"

"Don't put Ocon into this!" Pierre exclaimed taking a step closer to her. "Don't you dare to compare him to you"

"Oh, yeah" she laughed. "Please, forgive me, your grace" she laughed ironically. " After all, you didn't play with him, telling him you love him and making him promise to stay in touch with you, getting bored of doing that and ghost him"

Pierre clenched his jaw, looking away and taking a deep breath. But the moment she laughed made him feel worse. He can't recognize that laugh. Is like a devil laugh full of venom.

"You can't even look me in my face, can you?" she said. "Come on, talk. Enlight me!"

"You think it was easy?" he whispered closing his eyes. "You really think it was easy letting you go the day you decided to break the deal? And you call me selfish... I told you I loved you and you just walked away from me!"

"It was my dream!" she exclaimed, hitting her hand on her chest. "My dream!"

"And what about me?" he asked looking at her. "What about the things I did for you? What about us?! Hm? You said that I played with you when you did exactly the same with me!"

"Anything I did was acted" she said frowning, taking a step closer to him. "I did fell for you. But that deal was going to end! And my movie was going to start. We were living on a lie!"

"It wasn't a lie for me, Annelise!" he said loud. "Why can't you see that everything I did is because I love you! Because I burn for you!"

"I burn for you?" Pierre laughed looking at the screen. "It's so cringe"

"It's beautiful!" Annelise laughed. "Just... God, we have been watching the serie for all day and you really don't understand?"

Pierre looked down at her and played with her hair. It was one of those days the weather was terrible: grey sky and light rain. It made them stay inside the apartment eating popcorns while watching, in this occasion, The Bridgertons.

"You know that warm feeling you have in your chest when you love someone or something that the word love is not enough?" she asked him smiling. "Simon feels that way towards Daphne. He loves her that much that it hurts, because he's not supposed to love her. He can't love her because of a promise, and the fact that it hurts makes him feel fire on his chest"

Pierre looked down at her impressed by her words, how she explained it.

"It's poetic cinema" she smiled shrugging her shoulders, snuggling closer to him. "That's why I love being an actress"

"I burn for you" he said. "Now I understand it. But now it's just useless and late, you hate me"

That memory hit her hard, like another slapsh if cold water, making her feel breathless. The fact that he feels that way, the fact that he remembered that scene, made her heart beat fast.

He saw how her face softened, how her gaze went soft. Annelise took a step back, nearly stepping on her dress again and fall to the floor. But he was fast and held her arms, pulling her to his chest.

"Stupid dress" she groaned on his chest, nit daring ti pull away neither to look up at him.

"It makes you look like a real princess" he whispered, still holding her on his chest.

They stayed like that for who knows how many time.

"Why you stopped talking?" she whispered.

"Because I was afraid" Pierre confessed pulling away, taking a step back and looking at the floor. "I was afraid. I actually planned to spend Christmas with you, I even went where you were during the recording. But the moment I got out of the plane I guess I got scared of your reaction"

"You went?" she whispered looking at him, surprised. He went to her. "I was at home... Waiting for a text, waiting for a call"

"And I just fucked up" he sighed. "I started to overthink, telling myself that you were with someone else, that your feelings changed-"

"I never was with someone" she stopped him.

Pierre looked at her and swallowed thickly. She's single. And it's his fault. It's their fault. Because if they ever talked for real, about their feelings and how they felt instead of enjoying the present, the moment she received the call she wouldn't had break the deal. They could be on a real relationship, not worrying about doubts. If they talked clearly their life could have been different. It's all their fault, and karma is laughing at them right now.

"I'm such an idiot" Pierre sighed looking at her. "I... God, I love you, Annelise! I don't even know when it started but I never wanted to end the deal, I never thought that it was fake all the time I was with you"

Annelise looked at him speechless, processing all his words, feeling again that flame inside her chest.

"I burn for you, too" she whispered. "I love you, too"

"Then why are we so stupid?" he sighed with a weak smile on his lips.

"Love makes people stupid" she said and watched how he placed two fingers under her chin, making her look at him, how close he got to her in less than a second.

She felt how his lips brushed her lips, how his breath was mixing with hers. She cupped his jaw with her right hand, placing her other hand on his chest the moment he pulled her closer pressing finally his lips on hers.

They never noticed how perfectly their lips fit, how perfectly they adapt to the touch. It was always like that, lips that belonged to be pressed together.

"Be mine" he whisoer between kisses. "No more deal. No contract. No more fake things. Be mine"

She pulled away only to look into his eyes. The blue eyes that she missed looking at.

"Fake it till you make it, hm?" she smiled rubbing his beard with her thumb. "I would love to be yours"

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PAIRING: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 7.4k... WHOOPS

WARINGS: All chapters will have their own warnings. Drug use, alcohol consumption, eventual smut in other chapters, age gap-sort of (Dieter is 43 here, I imagined reader as around mid-late 20s but it’s not explicitly said), swearing, anxiety, small argument, FEELINGS! thats it let me know if I have missed anything! 

No use of Y/N or character description. Clothing description and hairstyle description in this chapter.

AUTHOR NOTES: I have been through a rollercoaster of emotions with this chapter, hating it one minute, loving it the next, but here it is! Chapter four should be here Friday!! This chapter is the longest so far, it’s lots of feelings ok!

CHAPTER 2 | THE ARRANGEMENT MASTERLIST | GENERAL MASTERLIST | THE ARRANGEMEN PLAYLIST (Spotify)

It had been just over a month now since you started appearing in public with Dieter, you'd been snapped holding hands walking through parks with your dog, going on dinner dates at fancy restaurants, shopping together, going to a play one evening and even just getting out of the same car.  As the rumours grew, so did your fondness towards each other.  Your agent's plan was going perfectly, your 'relationship' was the talk of the town so to speak, there were headlines on gossip blogs that read Dieter Bravo's mystery girl and Young Actress Taming Unruly Actor, one of them even ready Love Not Lost for Dieter Bravo. 

You had to admit, you'd been having fun with Dieter for the past few weeks. He made you laugh, even when there were no cameras around. He had taken the time to call you the evening before your second appearance to discuss with you what you were comfortable in terms of public affection and you’d ended up staying on the phone for hours until it was nearly one in the morning and you told him you needed to sleep. He had finished off your conversation with “Good night, sweetheart. See you in the morning” and what sounded like a kiss noise. 

Everything was going great, you'd even started to consider Dieter your friend. He would text you constantly now that he had your number, not about anything in particular, sometimes he would message about the latest photos, other times he would send you a funny video he found during the early hours of the morning, you'd see them the next day and asked why the hell he had text you so late, all you’d get back was an smirking emoji.

Sometimes you would call and talk on the phone, other times he would call you,  he’d even facetimed you once by accident, which led to you answering and staying on video chat with him for much longer than intended, Dieter just watching and talking whilst you cooked your dinner. 

Things were about to change though, you were due to do your first official public appearance as a couple this evening, Dieter had been invited to an awards show and you were going to be his plus one. You'd been told a car would pick you up to take you to his Sherman Oaks home where your usual event team would be waiting for you. You'd not been told anything about the way you would be dressed, what the night entailed exactly, all you knew what you were due to walk the carpet with your fake boyfriend, attend the after party, maybe share some public affection towards each other for the cameras then leave. 

When you arrived, you weren't greeted by Dieter, you barely had a second to notice the wall in his hallway was still empty before you were escorted straight into one of the large bathrooms upstairs, there was a large dress bag hanging from the door, that was about as much as you got to see before you were being pampered. Someone you didn't know was painting your nails, but your usual make-up artist was working on your skin and your hair was being done by your usual guy too. 

You made easy conversation with them, talking about the event, how nervous you felt even after attending things like this before, but they were never on this scale. Of course they asked questions about Dieter and you did your best to answer them, they obviously didn't know the whole thing was a sham. How could they? To everyone outside of you two and your professional teams, everyone believed it. Someone knocked on the door briefly, it was a man you’d seen before hanging around Dieter, his PA you believed, he came in with a bottle of champagne and a glass already filled for you. Compliments of Mr.Bravo he said as he handed you the flute, leaving the bottle in ice on the sink. You thanked him as he left, taking a sip and smiling at the small gesture. 

"Okay this might be inappropriate but, are the rumours true?" Your make-up artist asked, you smirked keeping your eyes closed as she worked some soft shadow over them, you knew the rumours she was talking about. You’d looked into Dieter before this whole arrangement began, you’d asked your other actor friends and they had told you about their friend who he took home one night, according to her, he made her cum twice on his tongue and three times from fucking her. You had snorted when you heard that, it was clearly a lie, but it did make you wonder what Dieter really was like in bed. 

"You can't ask that!" Your hair stylist swatted her on the shoulder, she laughed, moving to wipe off her brush.

"I'm sorry! We're friends we've talked about sex before! I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal! " She said, you sat up in the chair, opening your eyes, reaching for a glass and taking a sip. 

"Do you really wanna know?" You asked, raising your eyebrow, smirking at your two friends. "He's fucking amazing" you emphasised. Obviously you had no idea what Dieter was like in bed, that wasn't a threshold that needed to be crossed but it was fun to play along, even if it was all made up. 

"Really?! I've heard he's good with his mouth" your stylist popped up from the corner as she started unzipping the dress bag. You couldn't help but chuckle, your make-up artist going back to putting on the final touches to your look. 

"Oh yeah, the best I've ever had" you lied.

"Even when he's full up on coke and pills?" Your hairdresser said, some judgement in his tone. You froze then, you hadn't thought about Dieter and his drugs, you hadn't encountered it from what you knew, that was a part of Dieter you hadn't seen. You'd heard the rumours of him being addicted to all sorts of different substances but up until now, it didn't seem real because you'd not been faced with it. 

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little agitated by the comment, you felt as if you needed to jump to his defence. you did just that. "Yes. Even when he's high" you said through gritted teeth. 

The conversation died off then, your stylist making an awkward chuckle, letting you know it was time to get into your dress. You looked at yourself in the mirror in front of you before you got up. Your hair was perfectly styled, a gorgeous silver star clip was woven through on one side, your makeup was dewy, your skin was glowing and your lips looked plumper than ever before. 

You thanked your team, before your stylist revealed the dress you'd be wearing that evening to you. You recognised the designer straight away, it was one you'd worn many times before, but this dress was a stunning lavender colour, it had a large fluffy skirt that was covered in small silver stars that would hit midway to your calf, beautiful off the shoulder sleeves with small stars dotted across them too. 

You let them lace you into the corseted gown, you slipped on the lilac heels that matched, you had jewellery you'd never seen before placed around your neck as well as a couple of rings. They were slightly chunkier than you would normally wear, probably a call from your PR team to imitate Dieter and press the idea of your relationship. Once you were finished, quick touch ups to your makeup, you were handed a silver purse which you put all of your essentials in and made your way down the stairs. 

You were looking down as you slowly made your way onto each step, not wanting to fall and ruin the elegant look that had been curated just for you. The closer you got to the bottom, the more nervous you got, this wasn't just any awards event, this was the first time you would be making an official public appearance with him. This is what could make or break this story, this could either be something that would ruin your career or throw it forward into a new level. When you took your final step, you looked up to see Dieter stood waiting for you, hands behind his back, slowly rocking on his heels.

You froze seeing what he was wearing, a very well tailored suit, in a darker purple than your dress but it had larger silver stars embroidered into the lapels, had a lavender shirt underneath, a couple of buttons undone, his hair was styled perfect and beard tamed. It was quite a statement but you'd seen Dieter on the red carpet before and he wasn't one to shy away from a bold look. It was such a contrast from his day to day attire that it absolutely knocked the air from your lungs.

"Whoa… you look incredible" Dieter said when he finally laud eyes on you, walking over, he held his hand out to you. He was absolutely knocked off his feet by you when you walked down his stairs carefully, he'd only ever seen you in more casual attire so far and he thought you were beautiful then, but now? God you looked absolutely heavenly. He had felt tears prick his eyes when he first saw you descend his staircase, he knew this relationship wasn't real, he knew that things were going to end in five months but he couldn't help the way his heart clenched seeing you. You had been so attentive to him the past month, you’d gotten to know each other better and he liked you more and more each day. This was overwhelming for him right now, he felt so lucky. Normally he would do a few lines of coke, throw back a couple of whiskeys and maybe smoke a joint before he left for these things to ease his anxiety but he didn't need to, he hadn't been allowed to originally, but seeing you, he realised he didn't need it that much, you gave him the same sense of euphoria. 

He had uttered the words mi pequeña estrella before you took your final step, you didn’t hear him, too busy focusing on not falling flat on your face. 

His head told him to get a fucking grip and he forced away the tears that threatened to fall from your beauty. 

"Thank you, you scrub up okay too" you teased, tucking your purse under your arm so you could take his hands in your own as he helped you down. It was a sweet gesture, a sign of reassurance from one friend to another. His thumbs ran over the rings on your fingers, looking at them intently, a soft smile playing on his plush lips, they were similar to his own, silver, heavy and incredibly eye-catching. 

He looked up at you briefly, his eyes flickering to the blank wall behind you that until a few weeks ago had been littered in paintings. He took a small step back, keeping a hold of your hands, he hadn’t put anything on that wall yet, he had attempted to paint, to create something new, something warm and vibrant, but he couldn’t get it right. He didn’t feel any inspiration behind it, even on one of his highs where he usually created his best work, it just didn’t come to him. But right now? Right now he saw the painting in front of him, swirls of lilac, silver and royal purple, littered with soft stars and maybe some delicate pinks throughout. The painting was you. 

You called his name softly, a gentle squeeze on his hands, grounding him back to reality. 

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" He asked quickly, trying to shake off his daydream, but before you could reply you heard your agents calling your names from the other room as well as their footsteps. Dieter dropped your hands then, taking a step back from you. He looked down at the floor, shoving his hands in his trouser pockets and kicking his feet against the floor like a kid. You felt a small twinge of sadness in your heart seeing him reign himself back in so quickly. 

"There you two are, wow! Don't you look like the most perfect it couple" Dieters head of PR said, Dieter mumbled something behind you. "Are you ready for the big moment?" She asked. 

"Big moment?" You questioned, turning your head from Dieter to her. 

"Yeah, the kiss! To seal the deal. Y'know give the people what they want" She said as if you were fully aware. You quickly whipped around to your own agent who was standing sheepishly in the corner. 

"I'm sorry, of course! It just slipped my mind when I was asked about this and clearly gave my permission" You said sarcastically, hearing Dieter chuckle behind you, you turned and swatted him in the chest with your purse. "Don't think you're off the hook Bravo! You're included too" you glared, as you spun on your heel, your dress swishing around you. You weren't necessarily annoyed by the thought of having to kiss Dieter, you knew this moment would come, you were annoyed that no one had pre-warned you, especially Dieter himself. 

You'd walked out into the gravel driveway by yourself, the driver of the car was waiting for you with the door open, you gave him a curt thank you as you slid into the backseat, securing your seatbelt as he closed the door.  When the other door opened you didn't even turn to look at Dieter as he got comfortable in the seat beside you, he didn't dare to even try to speak to you right now, he could feel the anger radiating around you as soon as he climbed in. You were angry, you had ever right to be, but you couldn't help the way you felt it all soften just a little bit when your senses were filled with Dieter's scent and the warmth he radiated around you.

When the driver pulled out of his gated home, you kept your gaze fixed on the neighbourhood outside, knowing if you looked at him, you'd falter. "I can't believe you didn't tell me" you said, your tone firm and short. 

"I didn't know, I promise" he said quickly, turning in his seat to look at you. You still didn't turn to acknowledge him, you couldn’t look at him right now, if you did, you’d fear that your heart would break. Over this past month, you’d felt like you could trust him, he’d given you no reason to not, he’d only been kind so far, the perfect fake boyfriend. That’s just what this was though, fake, and it made you wonder if everything Dieter had shown you was just all a complete farce. “Please look at me" he asked, his tone was incredibly soft and gentle "I didn't know. I promise. I would of talked to you about it first"

Dieter couldn't ignore the way his chest was tightening, his anxiety bubbling up inside, threatening to spill over. He'd normally be off his face on cocaine for one of these events to cope with any anxieties he felt but he had been on watch all day, not allowed a single line, drop of alcohol or puff on a joint until the event was over, it fucked with his head and he could feel the panic in his chest. The thought crossed his mind before he got in the car that it was because you didn't want to kiss him, he wouldn't blame you, this wasn't a real relationship after all. In this moment wanted to know what your plush lips would feel like against his own, to comfort you and reassure you that he was telling the truth. Something to ground him. He'd felt a small wave of relief when you'd spoken to him finally. 

You turned your head slightly, not completely but just enough to skim over his face briefly, you saw a sincere look across his soft features, being illuminated by the warm evening light streaming through the car windows as you drove through the streets. “Are you high right now?” you asked out of nowhere. Your eyes moving down to look at his hands, as if you’d see the answer there. The comment your hair stylist made earlier had obviously had an impact on you and you wondered if the look on his face was more out of pure bliss from drugs than actual sincerity. 

“No. I’m not fucking high right now” he bit out, that caused your gaze to snap up to his, your eyes narrowed. “And if I was, I would still be telling you the damn truth. I didn't know.” he sat back in his seat, now it was his turn to look out of the window and keep himself turned away from you. You only noticed then, but he had swapped out his gold hoop for one that had a small silver star. Your hand tentatively reached up, running your thumb over the stud, causing Dieter to give you a sideways glance, you didn’t know why you did that, something in you just wanted to touch it to make sure it was real. 

“I'm sorry that was insensitive” you said softly, he tilted his head in your direction again, leaning into the delicate touch over his skin. 

“I'm not, I swear on all the coke in my house, I'm as sober as the day I was born” he assured you. “But I’ll be honest with you” your heart dropped, your thumb still gently running across the jewellery. You nodded, waiting to hear what he had to say. “These things are dull as fuck when you aren’t high, so I snuck these in for us” he grinned, reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out two blunts. 

You shoved his shoulder, laughing with him, you shook your head. 

“You’re a menace Dieter Bravo” you sighed, smiling at your friend, watching as he tucked the precious cargo back away into his jacket with a smug grin on his face.

“Ah, but you wouldn't have me any other way” he teased, and he was so right. You felt like you were starting to see who he truly was now, he’d openly told you about his drugs, hell he even brought some for you in case you wanted it. You didn’t mind, maybe the coke would be a bit much and all of the random pills, but grass? Not an issue. Things in the car felt a lot lighter the rest of the journey, you were both laughing, Dieter told you a story from his last awards show where he ended up throwing up in the toilet from some bad sushi he ate. He remarked it was ‘a waste of my edibles’ which made you belly laugh like he hadn’t heard before, it caused his heart to swell with pride. 

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You'd driven for nearly 40 minutes before arriving at the event, Dieter had played the role of dutiful boyfriend, opening up your car door, holding his arm out to link you two together, his hand rested softly over yours as you rested on his bicep. You'd felt it flex underneath your touch, bumping his shoulder again muttering "Show off" to him, which caused him to laugh. You had to admit, it felt nice, this was the first time you had attended an event like this with a partner, you'd kept that detail quiet though, you weren't sure why but it was definitely something to do with how Dieter would view you. You'd been nervous as hell, but something about the man beside you made you feel calmer, more confident and you would relish in that feeling for as long as you could have it. 

The cameras flashed, people shouting for Dieter, some shouting for you, as soon as you stepped onto the carpet. It seemed like everyone wanted a photo of Hollywood's newest 'it' couple and you played the part diligently. Dieter kept a firm hold on your arm as you posed together, the attention was actually making you feel fucking amazing, everyone wanted a snap of you both together, after there had been so many paparazzi photos floating around the internet the past month, everyone wanted to be the ones to sell the photo that confirmed your relationship. 

You had to admit, Dieter was a true professional on the carpet, he knew where to turn, who to give his famous smirk too, you had to hide your face at one point out of pure laughter when he made the pussy eating sign to the sea of cameras. His goofiness was intoxicating, encouraging you to do some more playful photos with him, after a few more poses he leaned down to your ear so only you could hear. 

"Ready to give them the big show?" He smiled, gently squeezing your arm.

You turned to give him one of those sweet smiles, his eyes were crinkled and there was an adoring grin across his soft features. Suddenly your nerves came rushing back, knowing what was about to happen, you were about to kiss Dieter Bravo, in front of hundreds of people you didn't know and the worst part? You actually wanted to. You wanted to kiss this man, he'd made you want to kiss him with his charm, with his whitt and the softness he has showed you.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, you could hear the blood rushing through your ears, you definitely were not ready but it was now or never. 

"I'm going to dip you okay, hold on pequeña estrella " he said, slowing letting go of your arm. His large hand made its way to the small of your back, you felt him grip into you, you were about to ask what he just called you but you didn't get chance, your arm was flying around his neck to hold on as you let out a small surprised squeak as Dieter tipped you backwards. His hold on you stayed steady, and then you felt it, his plush lips slotting against yours in the most gentle way, your arm instinctively tightened around his neck as you pressed back into him, your eyes fluttering closed. For this moment the noise around you disappeared, you felt a thrum in your ears, your heart eased its beating and all you could focus on was the feeling of Dieter, his lips, his strong hold and the way he pulled back for a split second to then kiss you once again. It was like the stars aligned between you both then, something about this just felt right. You could feel Dieter’s emotions pouring into you, like this was a real kiss, as if he was kissing someone he truly, dearly, undoubtedly loved. And you wanted more. You wanted to feel this all day everyday. 

You were upright again before you knew it, it was over just as quick as it happened and you found yourself wanting more, the feeling that kiss gave you was like no other, you wondered how someone could convey such emotion into a simple kiss, but Dieter was an Oscar winning actor, this was literally his job. That's how. Not because those feelings were true, this was all fake, that was until suddenly it was made very real by the way Dieter was looking at you and the feelings it stirred up inside you. His dark eyes were warm, his cheeks were squished and flushed as he had a smile on him you'd never seen before, one of genuine happiness. Your stomach flipped in a flutter, your arm still wrapped around his neck, fingers laced through his softly styled curls at the nape of his neck. 

He rested his forehead against yours briefly, letting out a soft "Whoa" and you let out a breathy laugh that was just for him, "Yeah.. whoa" you replied. You were overcome with the need to kiss him once again, to feel that again, to know if the stars were real, if his lips were real, if the feeling that erupted within you was real. You so desperately wanted it to be. But it was all for show, you were reminded of that when Dieter’s arms left your body, he took a step back, you instantly missed him being so close, but you straightened back up, looking out over the sea of cameras. 

You took a shaky breath, as Dieter positioned himself ont he edge of the carpet, letting you take some solo shots, he even pulled his own phone out of his pocket to take a couple of snaps, which made you blush. What you didn’t know, was that Dieter needed to step away from you because if he didn’t he would kiss you again, and again, and again, unsure if he would ever be able to stop. He watched as you posed perfectly, you were beautiful, ethereal and Dieter knew this situation did really just have to be fake, because there was no way in reality you would want him. You were too good for him, too pure, too kind, too… perfect. He’d only ever been treated like shit but his partners, so much that he believed that was all he deserved, so he’d turned to drugs to numb the pain, to not feel anything but with you? With you, he wanted to feel everything.

—

The evening went by smoothly, but there was only one problem. You could not stop thinking about the way Dieter had kissed you. You kept playing it over and over again in your mind, he'd even caught you zoned out a couple of times and when he asked what was wrong, you blushed, told him you were fine and carried on with the evening. 

The awards rushed by, you'd not paid much attention to them to be honest because all you could focus on was Dieter sat next to you, he was leaning over, making comments and jokes every now and again. He had asked if he was okay to hold your hand sometimes during the ceremony, "for the cameras" he would tell you, but sometimes turned into more or less the whole way through.

It was coming towards the end of the show, and you heard a large huff from next to you, Dieter had his head rested on the back of his chair, looking at you sideways. When you caught his eye he grinned, leaning over to you, close enough so only you could hear. 

"Wanna get the after party started early?" He asked, unconsciously running his thumb across the rings on your fingers, he patted his jacket breast to signal to the drugs he had stashed away.

"Dieter! We can't just leave for you to get high" you scolded him but with a smile that told him you weren't annoyed, he pouted instantly. 

"Well I was hoping it would be us but whatever you say, estrella" there it was again, that name, but before you got the chance to ask, everyone around you was standing to applaud. You and Dieter joined them, Dieter was looking around as lazily clapped, not caring what was happening or why you were clapping. He was right, these things were a little boring and maybe you did need to relax a little. 

The applause died down, you followed Dieter's eyeline, he was looking at door at the far end of the hall. You shoved Dieter's arm, he turned his head in your direction, you nodded towards the door he was looking at and gave you the biggest boyish grin and before you knew it, his hand was yours again, pulling you along. You followed quickly behind him, like an absolute school girl, you weren't sure where you were going exactly but you were happy to let him take the lead. 

Dieter ignored a couple of people who shouted his name, he didn't even bother to look back, the only time he did was to check you were still following and tug you along further. He shoved his shoulder into a door, you stumbled through, following him into the incredibly luxurious bathroom, you weren't sure if it was a mens or womens but right now you didn't really care. You laughed breathlessly, walking over to the mirror and pulling out your lipstick to touch up your makeup, Dieter was facing away from you, you smiled at the man standing behind you ruffling around in his pocket for a lighter and the two joints he had shown you earlier. 

"Got them!" He said as he spun around on his heel to look at you. "Wow.." he said softly when he made eye contact with you through the mirror. You giggled again, putting your lipstick back away, turning to face him properly. 

"I've never... done these before" you said, waving your hand towards the drugs he held. 

"Oh! Well be glad I'm not trying to get you to take a pill or a random powder then" he joked, you rolled your eyes, leaning back against the sink. You looked down at your feet, kicking your stiletto against the floor, you saw Dieter's feet come into your field of view "Sorry, that probably made you uncomfortable" he mumbled, you looked up again, a  gasp coming from your lips when you saw how close you both were. 

Your breath caught in your throat, you could see his soft creases around his eyes, the slightly warmed honey colour at the edges of his irises, the dimple in his cheek from his smile and the greys that peppered his beard. You so desperately wanted to reach out to run your fingers over the scruff that lined his jaw, but you resisted. Your eyes trailed to his lips, his soft, plump lips that were currently smiling at you and all you could think about was the way he had kissed you earlier on, what it would feel like to have his lips travel down other parts of your body and, and, fuck. You were staring. He was so close, you could smell his now familiar cologne, your heart was beating in your chest furiously, just like it had been before he kissed you on the carpet and you knew if you just leaned forward a little, you’d be able to experience the feeling he gave you before once again. But you didn’t. You stayed exactly where you were, watching his beautifully dishevelled man look right back at you. 

“Dieter…” you almost whispered, his eyes flicked down to your lips as you spoke. 

“Yes?”  

“Are we gonna smoke your weed or just stand here?” you said, which caused you both to laugh, breaking the tension. You let out a relieved breath you didn’t know you were holding in at that point. You needed to break away from him at that moment, if you didn't, you were afraid of what might come next. 

He grinned, moving away from you then “You don’t have to do this with me, it’s totally cool, I just need something to ease my fucking stupid brain" he said, tapping his temple a couple of times. You nodded, sighing and dropping your shoulders. You watched as Dieter sparked up his lighter, the end of the joint he was holding between his lips glowing orange as he did so, taking in a deep breath. Dieter leaned towards the window, blowing the smoke from between his lips, taking another lengthy drag before exhaling again, whilst he watched you come closer to the window, raising his eyebrow.

"I can show you, if you like?" He asked, mumbling a little as he tried to keep hold of the spliff between his lips. You nodded, still feeling cautious since you'd never done this before but you felt safe right now, Dieter made you feel safe. "Here... it's like smoking a cigarette" he instructed, taking it from between his lips and offering it to you. You took it carefully, placing the unlit end carefully between your painted lips, Dieter was still smiling at you. "Now, just hold onto it and breathe in, deeply" he carried on, his voice soft as he told you want to do. You did as he said, deeply inhaling, you instantly started sputtering, removing the lit joint from your lips. Dieter was laughing, you had your hand over your mouth, as you tried to calm your chest, he took the blunt from your hand so you didn’t burn yourself. His hand coming to rub your back, you started laughing after your coughing fit ended, Dieter was just grinning at you. You were sure he would of thought you were ridiculous, but the look on his face told you the opposite.  

"Here, let's try this instead... just trust me, okay?" He said, taking a step towards you. You were incredibly close to him once more, his hand stilled on your lower back, gently pulling you into him. "Open your lips for me babe" he muttered. You took a shaky breath, watching him place the joint between his lips once more, taking a long drag and you did as he asked, dropping your lips. Dieter removed the joint "Inhale" he said, trying to keep as much of the smoke between his lips as possible. The hand on your lower back twitched, you held your breath as he leaned forward, not brushing your lips but just close enough, before letting the smoke billow from between his soft lips. You took in a deep breath as he did so, this time the smoke felt a lot smoother and you didn't feel the need to cough as it entered your system. It tasted different this time, less harsh, softer, like how you’d come to recognise the way Dieter tasted. Your eyes closed at the sensation, holding your breath for a second before exhaling once again, your eyes fluttering open once more. Dieter was looking at you with warm eyes, he had this look of pure adoration that you'd not seen before and it made the pit of your stomach churn with tension.

"Do it again" you said, barely audible and but before he could even move "But... closer this time" you said, Dieter’s eyes flashed with want, before nodding eagerly, quickly taking the final drag off his blunt, not even bothering to stub it out, too impatient to give you what you asked for. He came even closer this time, his eyes flicking down to your lips that were still slightly parted, you didn't know what you were doing, the drugs can't hit you so quickly right? But you let Dieter's strong hand on your back inch you further forward, pulling you flush against his chest, he dipped his head down, his lips barely brushing yours before exhaling. 

Your eyes closed again, inhaling the smoke once more, feeling him so close, the smoke having a faint hint of that flavour you could only describe as Dieter. Having him those close again was making your mind swim, you could feel his moustache tickling your top lip, before you could question your decision, you wrapped your arm around his neck, your fingers slipping into the soft curls at the nape of his neck and you were pulling him in as close as possible. Your lips crashed to his, he grunted, his own plush lips moving in a fever. Then it came back. That feeling. The one he had given you earlier, the stars, the blood rushing past your ears and when you felt the heat of his tongue against your lips, you couldn't help the moan that bubbled up inside. It was real. It was fucking real. The way he made you feel earlier was true and genuine and so hard to ignore. 

You welcomed him in, he tasted like smoke and the one whiskey he had had when you sat down earlier, you tugged on his fluffy curls and before you knew it, your back his the cold tile wall as Dieter used his broader form to push you against it, one hand still on your back holding you against him, the other planted firmly on the tile, caging you into his body. You pulled back for a second to catch your breath, Dieter didn't want to stop tasting you then, so he started to press his lips against your jaw, easily working his way down to your neck. 

You gasped at the sensation, your hand was still locked into those perfect curls. 

"Yknow, I've heard that..." you paused, taking a sharp breath as he bit at your earlobe briefly. 

"That?" He asked, stopping to look at you with a teasing smile and that's when you realised what you were doing. What you wanted to say was That you're good with your mouth and I want to know if it's true but you couldn't get it out. You were pressed up against a bathroom wall by Dieter fucking Bravo, whose lips were just until a second ago, kissing along your neck and your lips. Your fake boyfriend. This wasn't real. The guy who cheated on his wife. The guy who was notorious for sleeping around Hollywood. The guy who made you feel things. The guy who made you feel like the star aligned when you kissed, after barely more than a month of knowing him. The guy who you didn’t know had been told to avoid this exact situation entirely, but here he was, taking everything you would give him. 

"That..." you sighed, just say it, just fucking do it!  Your head fell back against the wall. Dieter pressed his lips to the column of your neck now, it was sweeter than before, less rushed and it was much more tender and as much as you loved the feeling, you knew that if you didn't stop this now, you may end up doing something you could regret. And you didn't want to regret Dieter. You couldn't understand how someone giving you these incredibly sweet kisses could hurt someone as much as the media claimed.  

Your head started to become cluded, the drugs taking their hold on you and your hand moved down to grip his shoulder, giving him a reluctant but gentle push. Dieter pulled up to look at you "Are you okay?" He asked, you could hear the genuine concern through his voice. 

"Yes, I, but, we shouldn't... we can't" you mumbled, looking at his eyes and you saw the look of pain flash through them. His hand that was next to you slowly dropped, looking over your face frantically. "Dieter, look-"

"You don't have to explain" he cut you off, pulling himself away and stepping back, he'd dropped the roach on the floor midway through when he had pressed you against the wall, he bent down to pick it up, flicking it out of the window. "We should go" he said, his tone flat, unlike normal. Your heart tightened, looking at the way he moved around, his confident demeanour had shifted into something quiet, mouse like. You'd seen this before, just this evening when he held your hands in the hallway and his agents walked in. 

You called his name, your voice barely raising above a whisper. He turned around to face you as he closed the window, he smiled, tilting his head, even with his smile, you could still see something behind his eyes. Rejection. 

"Yeah?" He asked

"I'm sorry" you muttered, looking down at your feet. 

"It's okay. You have nothing to apologise for. You're right, we can't" he assured you, taking a step forward, he lifted your hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "We'll just forget about it. Put it down to your first time being high" he smiled, squeezing your hands gently. Running his thumb over the rings on your fingers, much like he did earlier. "C'mon mi pequeña estrella, the nights still young and we've got roles to play" he hummed, hooking your arm in his once more. Dieter knew you'd done the right thing because if you hadn't stopped him, he was ready to bend you over the sink and have his way with you right there but his agent told him not fuck this up. They told him not to fuck you up. And he knew that if he did, he could possibly lose you earlier than intended, he also didn't want you to be lost in the moment, to not get caught up and wake up the next day with shame of what you did the night before and regret your decision. 

"Dieter, what does that mean? You've called me that all evening?" You asked, walking with him, you lolled your head against his shoulder, your high was making you feel buzzed but also kind of peaceful. 

"My little star" he hummed, as you walked back into the reception hall. 

"Your little star?" 

"Mi pequeña estrella" he repeated.

Things were clearly winding down but you made your way back to your seats, you laced your fingers through Dieter's as you got comfortable again, your head finding its resting place on his shoulder again. 

"Will you teach me how to say it?" You asked, the stupid high grin plastered across your face. 

"Sure, when you might be able to remember it" he chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. 

---

You ended up skipping the after party, when you complained your feet hurt and that you wanted to sleep, Dieter had pin-pointed what kind of person you were when you had weed then, sleepy, maybe a little horny and probably hungry too. Dieter got your comfortable shoes from your agent, he told them you wouldn't be attending, giving them no wiggle room. 

You overheard the exchange, your agent protesting, Dieter arguing with a "since you didn't tell either of us about fucking kissing on camera, its the least you can do" he told them before helping you into your sneakers and leading you to the car. 

His driver took you back to your apartment building, Dieter made sure you made it inside safely, to give your little fluffy friend a cuddle before he helped unlace the back of your dress, watched as you removed your makeup in your pyjamas and walked him to your front door. 

 "If you need help coming down. You've got my phone number baby, get some rest. Don't want your agent scalding me again for leading you astray" he grinned, you nodded, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek before he made his way out of your apartment door. 

"Goodnight, my big star" you said as you waved him goodbye, watching him walk down the hallway towards the lift. 

"Get some sleep, pequeña estrella" Dieter called back, before he stepped through the sliding doors. 

You sighed as you closed the heavy wood door, making sure it was locked and secure before padding off to bed, crawling beneath the sheets. You missed Dieter already, you missed his laugh, his smell, his voice, you were sure that voice could lull you to sleep right now. You did eventually fall asleep, dreaming of one thing and one thing only, Dieter fucking Bravo. 

---

Dieter didn't fall asleep dreaming of you, instead, when he arrived home, he shucked off his suit jacket, throwing it on the sofa, his suit pants came off quickly, his shirt not following far behind. Dieter tugged his green robe around his shoulders, just his underwear and socks beneath the fluffy fabric, sitting down on his couch to make quick work of the line of coke he had cut on his coffee table. 

Once he felt it kick in, he went to one of the many unused bedrooms, finding the large canvas he was looking for. 

Dieter took it down the stairs, leaving it in the middle of his foyer, he scrambled through one of the kitchen cabinets, pulling out different paints in an array of white, purples, silvers and pinks as well as a bunch of brushes. Filling a glass with whiskey, which he brought with him 

And that's what he did instead of dreaming about you, he painted you, he painted his new favourite painting, his little star.

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[nataliescatorccio]

Not to mention that this info is coming months after his departure, during the blood origin pr which doesn't go well, when fans are against the writers bc we all saw s2, plus he and millie where basically the face of the promo for enola, plus the love scene he cut was with triss after geralt thought he lost yen forever, people wanted to see that? A love scene with triss when the love between geralt yen wasn't even established thanks to Lauren cutting their scenes and backstory. And the love scene with Anya it was before yen's betrayal. He didn't denied a love scene with her, they both wanted a romantic and not an animalistic, sex scene (isn't what anti yenralt said during s1, that their bond is pure sex and not love?) and imagine if we had a love scene and then she went on with the betrayal according to Lauren's script, how much more hate yen would get, "she lead on geralt for her purposes" , "she used him" etc. And what scenes he rewrote? Roach's death or he added a campfire scene with ciri at the first episode. Wow what bad decisions! Tell me one guest star or ex producer who isn't on Lauren's payroll that said anything bad for him. In fact the actress who played his mother in s1, in an interview about Valhalla in an unrelated question he said cavill is an example of how a list actors should behave on set. He gave her space, he asked her if she felt OK with her lines or wanted anytbi g changed etc. But there are many ex worker of Lauren's who say how egomaniac is and doesn't listen to anyone. And in the end no matter what info are coming now, blood origin will be released soon and then s4 of the Witcher and we'll know.

i get that changes to the script must be awkward for the writers, but they were good changes. i'd go as far as to say they were changes that made s2 bearable. i can't imagine if they had gone ahead with geralt/triss sleeping together, and then yenralt together when she knows she's about to betray him. or if they'd made a joke over roach's death. and i really do understand how someone behind the scenes would go 'this makes life harder for us' but also, it's making a better show. we don't know what's happened with s3, and if henry fought for more changes there, but as a fan looking at s2 i damn well trust his judgement more than i do the writers at this point. labelling him as a misogynist because he didn't trust lauren's vision is one huge leap. also lauren very recently said they left things amicably, which would not be the case if he was truly being rude to her on set as the rumors suggest.

according to this rumour, his behaviour shifted in s2, so s1 he would have behaved correctly. which can happen, we've seen it happen before with tv stars where they behave well because they feel they're on a probation period and then act up when they know the show is a hit. but honestly it just sounds more like henry felt more comfortable to put his foot down about things he was uncomfortable with? especially the shirtless scenes thing, that man had to dehydrate himself for days before filming the shirtless scenes in season 1, i can understand why he wouldn't want to do that again. being uncomfortable with shirtless scenes and sex scenes is something the writers should be taking on board for all actors, especially when they're not necessary to the story and are just being added in so the show can get some gratuitous nudity for viewers.

i can see some things within the rumours being true, but a lot of it reads like an overexaggerated account of one side of the argument. like if you had been ranting to a friend about the things that had pissed you off, and that friend had then given a statement about it. there might well be grains of truth within it, but a lot of it reeks of exaggerated bias. i do genuinely think there was a disagreement between him and the writing team that left to him leaving, but netflix 'firing' him seems like a stretch, it seems more like they both decided that the best thing to do was for him to leave the role.

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

The other woman

Warnings: Cheating, angst

I stood alone in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone when Sarah's phone wouldn't stop going off.

I glanced over at the phone hesitantly before trying to focus on the pancake quickly cooking on the hot stove.

After a few moments, everything was ready to be served but the persistent dinging from Sarah's phone hadn't slowed.

Quietly I turned the phone on

Holland💖: I miss you

Holland💖: Sarah?

Holland💖: I hope I didn't do anything to upset you.

Holland💖: Sar bear? Sweetheart you're scaring me.

Holland💖: Come see me today

Holland💖: I love you ❤️

I gasped silently as I felt just how many pieces my heart had shattered into as the shards fell right through my chest landing harshly in the pit of my stomach.

I hastily placed the phone back before calling everyone for breakfast plastering a comfortable smile on my face as we all took a seat.

I couldn't confront Sarah about this Holland person while the children were around it was simply unfair to them.

We all began to eat in silence when I spoke up "so Sar bear, anything new?" I asked her softly "no. just same old same old with work" she admitted not meeting my eyes.

"How's Jess? Haven't seen her in ages" that's a lie I saw her the other day with the twins "she's doing well, said she misses you loads" she laughed nervously.

I nodded my head trying not to laugh "any plans today?" I looked at her more softly "What's with all the questions!" She snapped still trying to force out a laugh.

"Nothing. I just wanted to see what you were doing, I've got to take the twin's school shopping today that's all" I held my hands up in defence.

"Oh. Sorry" she said sheepishly turning a light shade of red and looking down.

"No worries Sar bear" I teased although jealousy and rage filled my senses and yet I wouldn't dare show it in front of the children.

Before we were all done Sarah once again had to shoot off for "work" leaving the kids to slump down with disappointment in their seats.

"Hey, it's okay, how about we go and get ready? We can get Icecream when we finish shopping" I offered in hope of lifting their mood.

We all childishly raced up the stairs, I went simple yet classy.

Luke and Rhiannon didn't want to join deciding to spend the day with friends.

Each twin held one of my hands as we walked towards the store paparazzi surrounding us.

"Beverly is it true that you and Sarah Paulson have divorced?"

"Beverly over here!"

"Mrs James are the rumours true?!"

"Ms James, did you know Sarah Paulson has been caught kissing another actress Holland Taylor?"

That one made me pause Holland? Holland Taylor that was who she was I mentally laughed at myself as I chose to ignore them.

"Mum" Catherine tugged on my sleeve "what did that man mean?" She asked innocently gazing up at me.

"He was just speaking nonsense love" I smiled reassuringly pulling her into a quick hug. It was just nonsense that was more likely than not true, unfortunately.

"Okay, enough about that. How about we do some shopping?" I asked the small girl who nodded as enthusiastically as her brother.

The Holland Taylor woman stuck in my head as the paparazzi continued to yell attempting to gain my attention.

I wonder what I look like in your eyes.

I grasp the kid's small hands a little tighter as our pace quickens, the rate of my heart drumming its own beat.

Soon enough reaching the seemingly empty uniform shop letting out a breath I didn't realise I had been holding.

If the public already knew how long was it till my marriage legally ended although physically it had been years.

I felt like a used toy that just sat in the cluttered box tucked away out of sight in the corner until someone finally remembered about it.

I had given the best years of my life to work, Sarah, my children and my family but this is how I'm repaid. Cheated.

Funnily she knew it was my biggest fear, Cassiopeia's father had cheated and I left but when it came to Sarah. She made me feel everything and nothing all at once, this bittersweet melody I fell so comfortably in love with.

Holland Taylor the woman who I wanted to both hug and slap for ruining my marriage and family but finally setting me free.

Question was, what one of us was the other woman?

[lucy90712]

Actress female reader x dream imagine

Famous 

A/n: I did head cannons for this hope that’s ok

- when you met Clay your acting career was just getting started not that it mattered to Clay what you did but you weren’t famous so you two got to still go around places together and go on dates without any real care in the world

- not too long after the two of you started dating you got a staring role in a tv show that turned out to be a really big hit so pretty much overnight your popularity boomed and it felt like everyone knew who you were to the point you couldn’t leave the house without being swarmed by people, Clay was really good at helping you cope with this because he had experienced something similar although not nearly to the same extent he advised you on certain things

- you getting so famous overnight meant that there was no more going out on dates together although you did try to just go for a walk together one evening when you thought it was safe but oh how wrong you were you barely made it a few blocks before people started following you and taking pictures so you had to find a way to escape them and run home which was actually kind of thrilling and more fun than the walk that you had planned but safe to say you never did it again

- something you guys found kind of funny when you thought about it was that after your attempt at a date the press put out pictures of Clay and you together but no one knew who he was as they’ve never seen his face of course you never risked it again because you know what fans are like and they can figure anything out but it was still entertaining for you both when Clay’s fans talked about a face reveal

- one thing Clay loved about you being an actress is hearing you practice lines and going over them a million times to get them in your brain as well as practice the emotion which they need to be said with plus every now and then you will let him go over lines with you and he loves doing that because you get so into it and he loves to see you like that

- the only thing Clay doesn’t like about what you do is the fact that you often have to be away for long periods of time and sometimes its not far and he can drive to see you but more often than not you are hours away and he just can’t go and see you because he’s always so busy and your schedule is all over the place and don’t get me started on press tours he hates them so much because you can be anywhere and often you barely talk because of time zones and schedules

- but as soon as you get home from filming or press tours he will smother you in love and listen to you tell stories from filming or fun things that happen while you were gone as well as show him videos you have to give small little sneak peaks for what you were filming but that is all you show him because you like to keep things a secret and see his reaction along with everyone else or at the premiere if you can get him in without anyone noticing

- sometimes Clay can get a little jealous if you have kissing scenes with people but he does trust you and knows that you would never do anything with anyone else no matter how many times you are questioned on relationships with co starts you have never once been involved with any form of rumours about an off screen romance and Clay appreciates the dedication because he knows how hard it is to do that

- when he does face reveal and you two announce your relationship things get fun and you love teasing paparazzi when you are out together and joining his streams or videos for a few seconds without ever actually featuring in one and you two get to go to premieres together and be that cute couple that everyone loves which makes all the hard times worth it

[heyyyharry]

Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.5k

Read part 1 here

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“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

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“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

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“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

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Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.

[lunarspiral1127]

*sigh*

Y'know what? I'm not gonna bother covering the finale, cause it sucked. Screw the Obi-Wan Kenobi show, and screw Disney once again. This has been yet another major letdown for a live action Star Wars show. It is so badly written, many characters have been done dirty, and I'm sick and tired of Reva. I don't like her and I don't understand why people like her. The show focuses so much on her when we could've had the other Inquisitors instead. Y'know, the ones that actually appear in the future? In Rebels?

But, no, let's focus on this new character who's just annoying, and give her a redemption arc that's badly written. And, push aside the other Inquisitors who haven't done much.

I feel sorry for the actress though. She's doing her best and there were scenes she was in that're well acted. It's just the writing in this show isn't good. And, it's because of it, that I can't stand this character and not interested in her getting her own show, hoping that it's just rumours.

Let's also have OT characters making stupid decisions, like leaving Reva instead of killing her off, leaving a message to Obi-Wan when there's supposed to be no communication at all but does so anyway and risked exposing Luke, and walking away from Vader at his weakest when Obi-Wan could've finished him off and saved many more innocent lives that'll be killed by Vader.

If you wanna see something that has this story or similar to it but it's better, just play Jedi: Fallen Order or watch a Let's Play of it.

Mandalorian is really lightning in a bottle at this point, and I just hope they don't ruin season 3.

[stilldani24]

I Am Here

corpse husband x reader oneshot

words: 1233

request: “Corpse x reader where they’re married and no one knows and they’re a Broadway actor/actress and they come home and surprises him when he’s streaming” from anonymous

a/n: the title of this oneshot is a song title from the musical Come From Away, and if you haven’t listened to the soundtrack yet, you definitely need to. Also look for the documentary You Are Here: A Come From Away Story for an amazing dive into the real events and creation of the musical. 

You picked an unconventional career from the get-go. From the instant you told your parents what you wanted to do and where you were moving, they were skeptical but supportive. At eighteen, you moved to America to attend school for musical theatre. Not only were you out on your own for the first time, you were in a completely new country with no friends. Well, no. That was a lie. You had made many friends all across the country. Alex in Virginia, Rachel in New Jersey, Jade in Michigan, and a kid named Corpse in California you had met on Reddit. 

You learned his real name soon after you both developed feelings for each other and began a long distance relationship, but you were more keen in calling him Corpse. 

It suited him better. 

Even after you had officially met, you moved across the country for him, and had gotten married after three years of dating and one year of engagement. You still called him Corpse, especially since his YouTube career took off and that’s all anyone called him. You didn’t want to be caught saying his real name while he was streaming. 

None of his new friends he met playing Among Us knew he was married, or even in a relationship for that matter. He wasn’t at that point with these people yet, they only knew him for his voice and impressive impostor skills. He had gained a following over the years for his Reddit reading videos, so his fans already knew his voice and new fans immediately simped. You found it absolutely adorable, but it was even more reason to keep you a secret. Despite being married, you didn’t mind. 

While his YouTube following was increasing, your career was steadily climbing. Broadway had just been reopened following the pandemic and thus a new wave of auditions. You had since graduated and had an agent, and she sent you every audition that fit you. And surprisingly, you were cast in Come From Away, a musical about Operation: Yellow Ribbon following the 9/11 attacks. The cast only consisted of twelve actors, no ensemble, so you were front and centre every night. It was a dream come true, and you had a blast. You hated being away from your husband, but he understood completely and wanted you to chase every opportunity life gave you. 

After six consecutive weeks in New York City, you were granted a full month off from the show so you could go home and be with your husband. It was rumoured that Come From Away would be opening in Los Angeles so you were hopeful you would be able to transfer from Broadway to LA. But until then, you had a month off and were excited to go home before having to return back to your NYC studio apartment. 

You slowly opened the door to your shared apartment in San Diego, your huge suitcase of luggage behind you as you moved through the apartment. You didn’t call out for your husband, wanting to surprise him completely wherever he was. You were certain he wasn’t streaming, as he wasn’t talking or anything, so you looked around the apartment. When you deduced he was in his gaming room, you thought he was deep in the zone of editing something.

You swung open the door excitedly. “Honey, I’m home!”

Corpse was definitely streaming, just in the lobby as everyone was afk probably grabbing food or using the bathroom. He jumped in his seat, eyes wide as he made eye contact with you. You were frozen as you noticed he was streaming. He was probably speaking the entire time, just quietly so you didn’t hear him, and you had just revealed this huge secret.

Corpse didn’t care.

He threw his headset aside, a huge grin on his face, as he ran to you and scooped you up in his arms as best as he could. “Holy shit, you’re home! Holy fuck!”

You laughed as you hugged him tightly, burying your face into his neck as you just took in his warmth. You didn’t care about the fact that he was streaming anymore. “Hi, baby,” you murmured to him lovingly, then grabbing his face in your hands and planting a fat, juicy kiss on his lips. 

“Why didn’t you call me or text me, I could’ve picked you up at the airport!” he laughed, just holding your face in his hands and looking at you. 

“I didn’t think you’d be streaming today, so I wanted to surprise you,” you replied, laughing now as he gave you soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks. “Sorry, uh, I ruined our secret.”

“I don’t give a fuck, not a single one, you’re home,” he gushed happily, before looking back to his set up. He let out a low chuckle as he watched the chat scroll by quickly. “Come on.”

He led you to his set up, sitting down in his chair before pulling you down onto his lap. He placed his headset back on, one hand on his mouse while the other arm wrapped around your waist with his hand resting on your thigh.

“Chat, this is my spouse, Y/N. They, uh, they’ve been in New York on Broadway for a month and a half and I’ve missed them so much. Say hi, babe,” he smiled at you now.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you replied shyly, thankful there wasn’t a facecam so they couldn’t see how flustered you were. Or how fucking beat you looked after your long flight. 

“Woah, Corpse, you’re married?!” Sean’s excited voice sounded from Corpse’s headset, making you giggle. “Dude, why didn’t you tell us?”

“Jesus, Corpse, you had me here really thinking I had a chance,” Sykkuno then said, making the both of you laugh now. 

“It never came up, sorry, guys,” Corpse replied, giving you a slight squeeze. “Yeah, we’ve been together for four years, and we got married last year.”

“Don’t worry, you can still simp over my husband. But if you dare think of actually stealing him from me, I’ll tap dance all over you,” you warned. 

“Wait, Corpse said that you came back from Broadway? What show?” Rae then asked. Corpse had moved one of the ears off of his own and turned up the volume so you could actually hear. 

“Oh, uh, Come From Away. I’ve only been there since Broadway reopened, but I kinda got lucky getting cast,” you replied sheepishly, curling into Corpse a little bit more. 

“That’s bullshit, you have a gorgeous voice,” Corpse replied, pinching your thigh slightly.

“Sing, sing, sing!” his friends began chanting, making you blush heavily and bury your face into his neck. You could perform for hundreds eight times a week but as soon as you were in front of his close friends and over two hundred thousand viewers on his stream, you got incredibly flustered. 

“Alright, guys, relax, they just got home and probably need to rest,” Corpse came to your defence, kissing your cheek softly before letting you get up. “Before you leave, babe. I love you.”

“Awww, I love you too,” you cooed softly, leaning down and giving him a soft kiss. You heard his friends taunting him from his headset, making you giggle softly and leave the room as Corpse turned back to his computer to continue his stream.

“Shut the fuck up, guys.”

[jamilelucato]

About him [Fred Weasley]

Pairing: Fred Weasleyx reader (Slytherin but brief mention)

Summary: [y/n] and Fred have always been friends because of their similarities, but after focusing on their differences they ended up missing each other a lot.

A/N: really slow burn except for the fact that I speed it up lol (gif is very much the ice cream shop scene)

Warnings: brief mention of p*rn but it's just for a joke really; and sadness at the very end, much much sadness

harry potter masterlist!

[y/n] and Fred Weasley were classmates, and, even though they were from different houses (she was a Slytherin, he was a Gryffindor), they generally ended up in the same circles because they had a lot of friends and common and were purebloods.

They had lots of things in common, but they never really thought much of it or talked about it. Their pureblood families were seen with wicked eyes by the others because they were friendly towards muggles and muggles-borns, and curiously [y/n]'s mother worked in the same department as Fred's dad.

Fred silently understood [y/n], and she sympathized with him as well. But that was as far as their friendship went. They joked with each other and worked well together when assigned — except they were never alone or were clingy towards one another.

Therefore, it was no surprise (nor new) that Fred sat next to her, at the almost end of a party at Ravenclaw. Both had a drink in hand and were laughing at their friends' jokes. Suddenly, the big group divided itself into pairs that were talking together, and [y/n] saw herself in a position to make conversation with Fred.

"Where's George?" she politely asked him while sipping her cup.

He looked down at her — even sitting, it was clear he was taller.

"Honestly," his eyes were smiling, "I have no idea."

She half-smiled, half laughed, which was her usual reaction when speaking to Fred. He had a humorous way of expressing himself even when it was not funny.

"Aren't you worried?"

"With George? No," Fred chocked; with a raised brow. "He'll manage. Wherever he is."

"Probably with a girl," [y/n] said with a calm tone that surprised Fred.

He knew he and his twin had a reputation (perhaps even Dumbledore did), but he didn't expect little miss [y/n] to mention that with such naturality. He didn't know why it bothered him; was it because he hoped to preserve his image of a good boy or because it was her?

"Wait, what about you?" she asked, realizing he didn't say anything about George. "Where's your girlfriend?"

"Ex-girlfriend," corrected Fred in a huff. "We broke up last week."

[y/n] took a long while to stare at him, analyzing his features — the more she looked, the more concerned Fred got.

She didn't know about the news regarding Fred and Angelina, but she was nowhere near worried.

"Well, by the end of next week, you two will be together again," she shrugged, looking back at her drink.

"Not at all," Fred denied, moving his face.

"Come on, Fred," [y/n] lowered her hands, "you guys never last too much apart; at this point, it's almost annoying."

He stared at her, more shocked than before.

"You guys are always breaking up," she pointed out, this time with a sweeter tone, scared she was offending him.

"True," granted Fred, "but this time is for real."

"You said that last time," remembered [y/n], unable to hold her smile at the end of her sentence and making Fred smile too.

There was a pause before Fred decided to defend his point.

"I don't..." he swallowed. "Angie and I... we both know the relationship isn't going anywhere."

"Wow," [y/n] was surprised. They always talked about Fred's break-ups but never before had he said something like that. "You're serious."

Fred ignored her comment.

"George and I want to do something big, you know? And I need to be real about it, so might as well be serious about everything else."

[y/n] considered his comment. She knew it was his dream to open the joke shop. She also knew his parents were not very okay with that.

Another thing they had in common, she supposed. Her parents didn't support her dream of being an actress either. They were okay with her pursuing a career in the muggle world, but they did not want it to be acting.

"It's a good plan, you know, " she said, finally. "Just... don't lose your charm."

"Don't lose my charm, you say?" Fred smirked, getting closer to her, their legs touching each other in the small blue sofa of Ravenclaw.

"Not that charm," she said through her teeth, shoving him with her shoulder. But even when she hated him using his smirk with her, she ended up smiling. "I meant your drollery."

"Oh," he leaned back, the smirk fading. "I suppose that if Snape wasn't able to erase my joy, nothing can."

He was right, of course.

"And you, huh?" Fred asked, noticing that if he remained in silence, the conversation would die. "How's the porn acting career going?"

She pushed him again with her free hand this time, and he laughed it off. She was sure it hurt, though, because he remained to brush up and down his arm.

"I don't want to be a porn star, you creep," [y/n] hissed, but she wasn't that angry with his comment as she was leading him into thinking. "And I suppose it's going as slow as it can go when you are only sixteen and lives in your school."

"And have unsupporting parents," added Fred, tilting his head, feeling very clever with his suggestion. Until he looked at her and saw she was frozen. "Sorry, I didn't m...."

"You're right," she sighed, gulping her drink until she drank it all. Then, startling Fred, she started laughing, but it was nowhere near a desperate laugh as he expected. "Gosh, I just want to be over with school."

"Shocking enough, me too," agreed Fred, entering her cheerful mood with a smile of himself.

Two Years Later...

She avoided going to the Diagon Alley for various reasons, but the most important was to dodge encountering old classmates. But the Wizarding World was at the brink of war, and [y/n]'s mom insisted that her daughter should go out and buy everything they could need in case they had to go into hiding.

After hours of shopping, she left her parents at one of the stores and walked all by herself to the ice cream place, where she hoped to have a minute to sit down and breathe.

She was contemplating the busy streets, filled with workers and other wizards, all with the same desperate look her mom had on her face. She had noticed when Fred and George walked in the shop, but she hoped her well-placed table would be enough to hide her.

It wasn't.

"Oh, [y/n]!" shouted Fred, after taking the ice cream he chose with the attendant. He stepped in her direction, the expression in his face pure joy.

They had bumped into each other after school, but they always had other places to go and be, which left them with a chance only to say hi. But, seeing her, calmly, sitting with her ice cream, Fred thought it was the perfect chance to catch up with his long time friend.

"How are you?" he asked, smiling.

Noticing she had no escape, she pointed to the remaining empty chair at her table for him to sit and finally answered.

"Oh, you know," she shrugged. "Every day's crazier than the one before, and we never know how tomorrow is gonna be, so..." she dredged. "But I heard your shop is outstanding itself — congrats, Fred."

Fred only blushed because he didn't have time to comment on her praise since George appeared next to them, with his ice cream in his hands.

"Hi, [y/n]," he smiled, but his expression and tone were nowhere near the joy in Fred's.

"How are you, George?" she asked politely, noticing that she was braver to do small talk with George than Fred.

"Fine as one can be knowing Voldy's out there," answered the twin, his voice tone so standardized, it showed how many times had he answered that. "You do believe in his return, right?" he asked; suddenly, he remembered she used to be a Slytherin.

[y/n] pretended not to care when George suggested so easily otherwise, even though Fred, in front of her, seemed close to slapping his twin. She was used to other people's prejudice.

"Oh, I do," she said. "I'm with parents buying supplies, really but, right now, I just ran away from them."

"They're getting on your nerves?" asked Fred, quickly remembering their time in school when [y/n]'s mom used to send her letters almost every day.

[y/n] took in Fred's friendly and joking smile. She didn't realize she missed the twins. Missed Fred.

"My mom knows how to stress someone," [y/n] let out.

"Probably learned with ours," commented George, sighing playfully. Then he turned to his twin, "Fred, we gotta go; we can't leave Verity alone for too long."

Fred pressed his eyes shut with enormous force — he knew his twin was correct, but he didn't want to leave.

"Go ahead, George, I'll catch up," Fred said finally, avoiding [y/n]'s eyes, scared it would reveal that she did not want him there.

They were friends or at least used to be, and after school, they just lost touch. [y/n] pushed herself away from all her friends on purpose, and Fred didn't think he could be an exception. Besides, she spent most of her time in the muggle world, pursuing her career — which was no secret to the gossip of wizardly London that she was failing. She had yet to get any parts in any movies or plays, and the most prestigious families were saying all horrible things about her.

His own mother was one of the gossipers spreading rumours, but every time she said anything near Fred, he would jump at her, shutting her up.

"So..." she started saying and scratched her throat. "How's your family?" she asked finally. "I bet your mom doesn't complain about the joke shop anymore."

He smiled. It could be awkward between them sometimes, but it was pretty easy to fall into a comfortable flow.

"She doesn't, you're right," he laughed with his nose, pausing to take his ice cream. "And Ron is always asking us for money now."

"As he would," [y/n] smiled, remembering tenderly of the lovely Weasley family.

"And you? How's the career going?" he almost joked as he used to do, mentioning she was a porn star, but now that the rumours said she basically had no career, he was scared she had run to that option as her last resort. And who was he to judge?

"You mean acting?" she asked and puffed, playing with her ice cream. "I've given up on it not so long after I left Hogwarts."

"You're kidding."

"Nope," she sighed. "I tried, sure, 'cause I'm not that coward, but.. it was clear it wouldn't turn out to be anything. I'm always the weirdo at auditions, always saying something wrong... I thought watching tons of muggle movies would leave me as a great performer of the muggles' grimaces, but it sure didn't. Or simply just wasn't enough."

"I can't believe you quit," he said. "You craved it so much back at school."

"That's cause I didn't know what it really was like back at school," she sighed again. "They don't want me not even backstage."

"That can't be true!" Fred looked — and it probably was the first time [y/n] had seen him like that — a mix of angry and exasperation.

"Don't let it get over your head, Fred," she avoided his eyes. "I don't."

He stared at her, for a moment just the two of them and the silence.

"Besides, I'm working with my dad at his muggle bookshop," she shrugged. "You should stop by anytime. if there's someone that can make you read a book, and like it, it's my dad."

Fred still wanted to talk about [y/n]'s acting career but he understood the subject could still be sensitive to her.

"I doubt that," Fred let himself smile again.

They spent more minutes talking, picking up in all the subjects they could and then reliving old memories until Fred remembered he had to go back to work.

He got up, saying his goodbyes, while [y/n] stood there, her ice cream already eaten.

"See you, Fred," she said, her tone clear of her sadness.

Fred only took two steps before turning back at her. He pressed his hands in his pants pockets — a million feelings going to his head, most of them telling him to give up.

But he remembered how much he wanted to do that since Hogwarts, and with her, and only with her, he simply never gathered enough courage.

And that wasn't fair.

[y/n] deserved a chance with him as much as any girl. He deserved a chance with her as much as any guy.

"[y/n]," he swallowed, nervous as her eyes met his, "would you by any chance like to go out with me?"

"I'd love to!" she said, not even remembering she ever wanted to go out with him, but now feeling like that was all she ever craved.

Two Days Later...

The night had been exciting. Spending hours before a mirror, hoping for the best look had paid off, [y/n] noticed because Fred Weasley couldn't stop staring at her with big eyes.

They managed to talk a bit about everything, always having something new to add to their conversation. Even when they remained in silence, it wasn't bad. It was anxious but great.

And then he insisted on dropping her off, which only made her more nervous. She wanted to kiss him and she hoped so badly he enjoyed his night as much as she had so he would want to kiss her too.

At Hogwarts, she could not deny it, it had occurred to her kissing Fred. However, it was always when she was too drunk to manage a congruent thought or when her friends asked who of their friends she could kiss. But the fact is: they never did.

A corner of her mind wondered if she ever really did have a window with him back then, but school memories were all a blur in her mind. It seemed obvious now that she and Fred could match, but back then, not so much.

Fred was thinking the same. He liked her. He always did.

They knew each other before Hogwarts, and even if at first (she being a Slytherin and all) they were apart, their friendship rose so easily on their second year and managed to stay firm until the very end.

He remembered wanting to kiss her but it was never as bad as he wanted now, when he had her hand in his, and she was blushing simply because they were standing side to side.

And when he finally did, finally allowed his lips to touch hers — heavens — he could have died right then. It felt right. It felt good.

Fred had kissed many times before, but none felt as close to perfection as this time.

He pulled her in softly by her cheek, letting his lips simply brush against hers and she gasped, opening her mouth, desperate for more.

Then his hands were everywhere, and [y/n] was not reserved herself. She pulled forward, holding grasp of his hair, and it was unclear to determine who would let go first.

Perhaps never let go was a good solution. They both thought so.

One Year Later...

Fred Weasley lied before her, forever moveless.

She could not believe it.

She reached for his cold hands and squeezed, hoping her touch would be enough to reverse what was irreversible.

On both of her sides, there was a Weasley crying, desperate as much as her.

But the only one feeling as hollow as her, the only one that could compete as her sadness was George. No words were able to comfort.

Not right there, not at the burial ceremony, not at her empty apartment above the joke shop.

Everything reminded her of him.

They had been together for only a year, but he was her best friend before that. Somehow, when she played different scenarios in her head, she felt like she could have suffered more if they had stayed just as friends.

It was the latest memories the ones that hurt the most. She knew they were in danger when the war began, but both were not going anywhere, and Fred had hope.

Every night in hiding he would hold her against his bare chest and whisper that they were going to be okay. Sometimes he even joked she would get out of it with a movie deal about the Wizarding War.

[y/n] and George helped each other out of their worst moments, creating a friendship tighter than they had before. But, eventually, she knew that without Fred she did not belong in the joke shop building.

At Fleur's and Bill's wedding, Fred had made her promise she would try the film industry once again.

"You know," he said, whispering in her year while they slow danced, "your dad says you like to write. Perhaps you should write a script."

"Perhaps," she smiled. "But about what should the movie script be?"

"About me, of course," he joked.

How she wished he was there with her.

Walking in to deliver her first script.

About them.

About her.

About him.

[potteresque-ire]

This is a response to @rainbowsky​ ‘s questions about BJYX, as the original post got too long for reblogging (I hope this is okay!). 1) Should we be worried about GG and DD being outed? I often think about what it’s like to be in the closet and I know how it feels to need to be SEEN. But I also understand the reasons why that might not be an option for them. Still, I worry about them being involuntarily outed. There are so many antis after them.

 2) What would you speculate is the likelihood of this ever happening, and what might be the consequences if it happened?Is leaving an option for them, even as a distant goal years from now?

3)Does their fame and popularity hold any protective power in the situation (i.e. if they were to come out or be outed, would public opinion about what might happen to them have any impact on the outcome given the nature of the regime)? To what degree would that depend on how much money they are still able to make for interested parties?

My response is under the cut, as it got long, as usual ~

@rainbowsky, you’re among the first BXGs I followed! I’d like to thank you for your insightful posts as well!

Your questions ~ I don’t think I’m qualified to speculate because I’m still a very new turtle and also because of the volatility as well as inconsistencies of China’s sociopolitical policies. I do have a better sense of China’s politics than most international fans, but I also don’t live there and the only way to truly understand how things work at the ground level in a non-transparent country like China is to be there.

(For example, China has officially banned Christmas celebrations  for the last several years, but as we saw last week, commercials remain very “Christmas-sy” and Chinese fans happily said Merry Christmas to each other. It takes someone who lives inside to know where to draw the line — what is permitted by the state and what isn’t — when the line shifts and adjusts accordingly.)

Here’re my thoughts, as of today (2020/12/31): if the perpetrator is only some segment of the fandom and the purpose is merely to knock them off the popularity pedestal, outing isn’t a particularly effective way to do so. Homosexuality, being a highly regulated subject in Chinese news and social media, is likely to mean limit transmission of the accusations. The accuser also has to run to risk of being banned themselves first. Also, with BJYX + ZSWW + LSFY being the sizes they are, the people who will most consider turning against gg and dd, ie, the solo fans, have probably already heard something. Some will leave, but the news won’t be a bombshell to them.

The next possibility is if a legal case becomes possible, ie. if China suddenly outlaws homosexuality. This scenario may seem the most dire on the surface but is also one that I least worry about, because with China’s judiciary system being very biased to those in power, if someone wants to frame gg and dd, they do not need to use sexuality as the accusation and subject themselves to the same restrictions as mentioned above. Tax evasion, as @peekbackstage has mentioned with the actress Fan Bing Bing, is far easier, because it tends the turn the audience against the defendant: these stars are making so much money and yet they’re not contributing their share! And as long as the accusers have sufficient power — remembering that commercial and political power are married in the country — the accuser can make up any evidence to suit their needs for any crime.

The third possibility is what I see as the worst case scenario: that the government decides they don’t want their major stars / entertainment industry to be *perceived* as queer — whether the stars are officially out doesn’t matter — and signals the media and commercial companies to stop using any “suspect” star altogether. (Chinese term: 封殺). This is the case of career murder without blood —  laws aren’t changed; all the fans will hear are rumours confirmed by nobody. I see this as a possibility because of the Xi regime’s view of The Ideal Men , and my admittedly limited experience with dealing with older generations of Chinese, who I’ve found tend to confuse perceived femininity in men with queerness. I think, and this is only my opinion, that the sheer amount of adapted BL dramas in production (the so-called “dangai 耽改 101” phenomenon) and the heated discussions of them on Weibo will at some point trigger the government (which is made mostly of older generations Chinese). Even if gg and dd don’t do anything, should the government decide these adapted BL dramas, even after the elimination of their queer element, are “non mainstream socialist core values”, all the major people involved with the Untamed—arguably the classic and the drama whose success all these follow-ups are trying to imitate—can be cast as the culprit. If the same officials become aware of BJYX and if they’re somehow convinced that BJYXSZD, it can be easy be used as evidence of the bad influence these dramas can do—“they can turn people gay”—and it doesn’t help that according to reports, gg, at least, used to have a girlfriend.

Something more to consider: Gg and dd are also in a very special position now, in that not only are they immensely popular in China, no other native mainland Chinese stars have achieved this level of international fame with a native mainland Chinese production (ie, not a production from Hollywood, Hong Kong or Taiwan, or with a Kpop band). As such, they are likely subjected to high levels of scrutiny from the state. Depending on who’s in charge in the appropriate department, they may decide gg and dd have to be China’s image; they may have a set idea of what image it is and most likely, it won’t be queer. 2021 and the first quarter of 2022 are special times for China, image wise, both at home and abroad. 2021 is the 100th anniversary of the Chinese Communist Party, and gg and dd are both starring in its propaganda productions (dd as a police in BAH and gg as an army officer in AT). CCTV, the state-controlled TV station, is already promoting these shows. So, for 2021, gg and dd are slated to not only be the faces of Chinese entertainment, but also the image of Chinese uniformed forces. If gg and dd come out or are outed, their allowing themselves to be being perceived as queer while donning uniforms will most likely to be viewed by the current regime as an embarrassment; a career murder, then, is an apt response to such transgression. 2022 is the year of Beijing’s Winter Olympics, so again, it’s the time where image matters.

You may have noticed a pattern, as I have as I write this up: them being outed is something to worry about, but also ... nothing more than anything else. If someone wants to tear gg and dd down — and there will be, given their massive commercial power right now and the increasing evidence that they’re working more like collaborators than competitors (ie, they aren’t about to tear each other down any time soon) — they do not need their sexuality as a reason.

(And if these accusers really want to use homosexuality as a reason, the unofficial BTS is, IMO, more than enough, as long as the accusers have sufficient power.)

Your other question ~ can gg and dd’s fame, popularity, and ability to draw consumers protect them? My (slightly) educated guess of the answer, then, is that it’s very much a double-edged sword. Indeed, the one major thing that may be going for these adapted BL dramas, and for those who come to superstardom to it — with gg and dd being the prime examples — is the economic health of China, which, by some reports that can no way be verified, are far worse than what has been reported. This is the thing about countries lack transparency; without reliable news, there’s no way to get the facts. Reports on China outside the country tend to be either propaganda or demonising / filled with conspiracy theories, and the truth is probably somewhere in between. If the reports of poor economy are true, the commercial sector — which, again, is tied to those with political power; ie the money made in the former goes into the pockets of the latter — desperately needs stars like gg and dd to move products (based on those recent consumer reports!) and with that, it will want to keep gg and dd and these dramas that can potentially make more gg and dd around. This *seems* to be what’s happening so far, with the the state-run media happy to show gg and dd’s dramas (when it should know, at least, that they got to the height of their fame playing lovers-not-lovers) and gg and dd’s sponsors not-so-subtly wooing the BJYX segment of fandom, so I’m tentatively optimistic. However, the current regime has also shown a willingness to sacrifice the economy for the sake of political ideology, so it’s not something to be taken for granted. (What’s going on in Hong Kong is a good example of that.)

(I always think, eat each candy like it can be the last one. With this regime, it can be. We can wake up tomorrow and gg and dd have to break up BJYX to protect the fans.)

(I always think, treasure, treasure, treasure. Ask for more dy and lz and Weibo posts, but never anymore from gg and dd when it comes to insights of their relationship, even without considering it’s actually their private lives and they’re under no obligation to share.)

(They’ve shared with us far more than enough.)

There’s really no precedence for us to predict the future of an outed gg and dd from, as far as I know. Confirmed queer stars in Chinese entertainment (those with sufficient followers to make news) have all been from Hong Kong, Taiwan and other countries. The successful BL dramas before The Untamed — Addicted (2016) and The Guardian (2018) — didn’t have a real-person cp that truly took off. Addicted, a true BL drama (ie, it retained the queer elements), was banned before it finished its broadcast. The two actors were also banned from appearing together afterwards, and this “signal” from the government almost cost the two actors their career. Bai Yu from The Guardian, meanwhile, already had a girlfriend as he filmed, so there was never a Weibo supertopic dedicated to him and Zhu Yilong. gg and dd, along with their millions of turtles, are treading untrodden ground.

Something I should clarify ~ all the things I said above may sound very scary to international fans, but to those who live in the country, they understand it as the way things are, and they strategise and move accordingly. This is their way of life. What I wanted to say, in my first reblog, is that we who’re outside may not understand why they do things the way they do, why they don’t, for example, come out with all the candies they are spending so much effort to give out, but I do believe that gg and dd have a plan, not in the sense that they’re scheming or trying to trick anyone, but that they are moving things along at the pace necessary to meet the pre-requisites for the outcome they want. What this outcome is is anyone’s guess, mine being that they have the freedom to work together, not necessary in lover’s capacity — most of us are not required to perform our day jobs carrying our identity as so-and-so’s significant other and gg and dd shouldn’t be exceptions — but as colleagues, professionals and friends (lovers are friends). 

To some international fans, this may sound implausible, ridiculous: why do they need a multi year campaign for something as simple as this? As working together again? And I suppose, all these words I’ve typed so far is my attempt to answer this question, to ease the … unease, the frustration of those who may not understand. True to its marxist root, perhaps, many things that are considered mindless, effortless tasks elsewhere somehow become battles, grand struggles of sorts in China. That sea of sea lights on the night of Tencent awards, for example? It was the result of gg’s fans fighting, strategising in real time to smuggle those LED banners in when they realised the venue had forbidden their entry. They wrapped the banners around their bodies under their underwear because they were patted down by security at the underwear level; they hid batteries in their shoes. They ran batteries from one zone in the stadium to another during the whole show for whose who only managed to smuggle in banners or batteries. They fought the security guards inside the stadium, who continued to snatch away their banners even after seeing they were merely support material for the idols. They fought and fought, despite their identities were recorded by their COVID pass and facial recognition. Many confessed they had no idea what gg was singing during the show; they were too busy. They were there, some paying scalpers > 10x the ticket price, just because they promised the sea of red would be there for gg when he returned. When some realised dd’s banners were confiscated in high numbers because his fans happened to have seats right by the strictest security, they improvised, found an image of a green block to show on their cell phones to make makeshift green support lights for dd. They used Weibo to spread this trick to fellow fans. All these trouble, all these effort, all these planning and scheming and sweat and tears — all for one night, one concert and they laughed about it, called it a wonderful day.

(There are many ways for lives to be hard.)

The very first thing gg and dd need to accomplish, therefore, isn’t to announce what they do in the bedroom—the very first thing they need, for their plan to come to fruition, is to stay on top of the industry. How can they be on the same stage for the yearly Tencent Awards if either of them fails to make VIP? What’s their negotiation chip for a future collaboration, when the current norm is against cps like them working together again, if they cannot draw enough viewers and consumers, or if they offend Tencent and other media companies by refusing to see to the needs of the other side (for example, the need to promote new dramas)? So far, the two of them have accomplished this in flying colours. The other thing they need right now, the way I see it, is for their fans to get along. I think part of the reason they’ve made BJYXSZD so easy to believe in and love, in addition to their very human need to be seen when their careers may be safer otherwise (yes, I think they know what they’re doing, the candies they’re throwing), is because they want their fans to unite, as they have united. To make sure something like 227 cannot happen again, or at least, if it does happen again, their fans cannot be used as an excuse, as scapegoats. And this union is happening — slowly, but it’s happening. The size of BJYX (>2.8 million as of now, on Weibo supertopic) is a powerful indicator; I also had a wonderful time reading the comments of gg’s solo fans who went to purchase dd’s new song. This is the part gg and dd need their fan’s help. This is the one of the fews things we, as overseas fans who have limited access to their products, can help.

Your final question — sorry, this is getting so long again — about leaving. Of course, it’s always up to the government and It’s impossible to say what can happen so far ahead. But my perception, right now at least, is that gg and dd have no intention to leave, no intention to sacrifice their career for their personal lives and vice versa. After all, this is a pair who has answered those A vs B choice questions with a straight-faced “I want both” and “so annoying” without a follow-up reply. They’re right to want both. I like them for wanting both. And maybe, with their intelligence, charisma and hardwork and ambition and personalities that seem to clash but somehow complements each other’s, they will figure out a way. Maybe they are, as the Chinese turtles call them, the Chosen Pair, and they will be the ones who’ll change the perception fo queer artists in China, and we’ll one day get a biography about them and laugh at the candies we get right, laugh harder at those candies we get totally wrong.

(Dd ~ I want your honest opinion, in your own words, on the ones we get wrong.)

(Gg ~ videos of your expressions while reading the crazy theories the first time will be very much appreciated. By me.)

It’s a good day to look forward to.