#these 2 divas are snapping at each other like it’s reality tv

[juniperhillpatient]

this client is gonna snap on my coworker 😳

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Hmmmm…

How about some Peter Vincent x Thorne Jamison, haven’t seen them in a while.

Some ideas:

1. Doing a photoshoot in some sort of queer magazine (no idea if something like this exists…?) to announce their relationship publicly, driving each other - and everyone else nuts 🥜

2. Peter agreeing to be in a music video for one of Thorne’s songs. They drive each other and every one else nuts 🥜

Actually that’s all I got, lol. Good luck 😉 x

There are queer magazines (though the only ones I can think of off the top of my head are GQ, the one that called David the sexiest man alive, and there was one that interviewed Matt Smith about being the Doctor before I think even DW magazine did), but I dunno shit about how interviews work so let's go with the music video one.

On with the fic!

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"Do people even still watch music videos?" Peter asked as he stared at his reflection, carefully applying eyeliner.

Thorne clucked his tongue, elbowing Peter, which nearly resulted in an eye poke with the little pencil. "Course they do! Sure, it ain't as often on TV, since all the music channels seem to be nothin' but reality shows now, but youtube's the place to post 'em anyway!"

"And why do I need to be in this?" Peter asked, putting the pencil down and grabbed for the hair spray to help give his hair a bit more lift. He could see the poor makeup artist in the reflection of the mirror, not sure of what to do.

Peter had dismissed her, telling her he could do his own stuff. He sighed and turned to face her, gesturing to Thorne. "Just doll up his face, fucker needs to hide the bags under his eyes anyway."

"Excuse you, did ya wake up on the bitchy side of the bed today?" Thorne huffed as he sat down in a chair and the makeup artist came over, getting her stuff ready for the diva.

"You know how I woke up, pissed and annoyed that I got asked at the literal last second to be in this stupid music video. Don't know why I need to be, I'm sure there are a lot of other gothic people you can pester."

"Yeah, but none of 'em can pull off those painted on leather trousers like you can, sweetheart."

Peter coughed hard when he sprayed the can again, startled by the boldness of his flirting, and right in front of people too! "For fuck's sake..." He coughed again, setting aside the can.

He knew he looked good in leather pants, but God damn, Thorne did not need to say it like that, especially when there were people around. They were barely open about the relationship as it was, didn't need the rumor mill goin' batshit over this. "I better get a hell of a paycheck for this." Peter snapped, walking over to where the wardrobe person was.

They were quick to hand the outfit bag with Peter's name on it to him, looking anywhere else but at him. He ignored the cackling from the idiot in the chair behind him and snatched the bag. "Gonna get dressed, hopefully you'll be mature when I get back!"

"No promises~!" Thorne called out in a sing-song way as Peter left the area.

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Filming wasn't exactly... going well.

Whatever was meant to happen in this video seemed to result in a lot of pauses because Thorne was getting too handsy with the actors in it.

Well, he was mainly handsy with one, and that was Peter. Far too often Peter had hands on his thighs, his mesh-shirt covered chest, and five times he had his ass grabbed. Hard. Granted, Peter would be all for this normally, but not on camera, not in front of so many other people, and not when he was basically sober.

"You're makin' what was supposed to be a few hours into a fuckin' full day thing, Jamison!" Peter snapped when the exhausted director called for a ten minute break.

"'s not my fault you're a tease in those pants." Thorne grinned. "They really give your ass some much love, practically a compliment."

"You're the idiot that had them picked out for me!"

"And I was right in my choice. I know what looks good on a guy." Thorne said with pride. Then he leaned in close, his eyes sharp and hungry. "And I know I'm gonna have so much fun takin' 'em off you when we're finally finished today."

Peter snorted. "Yeah, but only if we actually finish this stupid shoot, which you keep delayin'."

Thorne pulled back, shrugging, smiling. "I'll behave. For now."

Peter doubted that.