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astermath · 8 months

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the premiere.

pairing: actor!steve harrington x actress!reader

summary: you're a recent addition to hollywood's up and coming promising actors. you'd recently scored the lead role in an emotional period drama, and you're more than surprised to see that top shelf douchebag and america's starboy, steve harrington, has shown up to your premiere. you’re soon confronted with his flirtatious attitude, and you feel the incessant need to put him in his place. it’s a first for both of you.

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tags: some cursing, mentions of sex, steve is a cocky asshole and will continue to be one, regular font below!

notes: man I do love me some actor!steve because let's be honest, joe keery easily transfers his star power over to all his characters. it's not exactly hard to believe that steve would be a respected actor. let me know what you think and / or if you’d like to be added to the tag list! ♡

They always say life moves fast in Hollywood. Back in your audition days, you wouldn’t believe it. You could practically feel the hours eating away at you as you waited for calls to be returned and scripts to be sent.

Even when you started filming your first big movie, working with such a well respected director and incredible cast, you felt like you were dragging along most of the time. Sure, it was an amazing experience, but the set hours are long, and the time spent overthinking is even longer.

Thinking about if this would be it, if this is what would put you on the map as a talented actress.

You only realised how fast time really moves in Hollywood when you’re discussing the premiere with your manager. Your first big reveal. You’re in the spotlight, everyone will be there to see you. And not just reviewers and fellow cast members, no, people you’ve looked up to before, people you’ve only ever seen on the big screen.

“Are you listening?” Your manager’s voice pulls you right out of your hazy cloud of thoughts. She’s sat across from you, glasses pushed down onto the bridge of her nose, cappuccino in one hand, the other on her laptop.

“Yeah, I’m— I’m here. I’m, uh…” You lean back, clasping your hands together. “You’ve got my attention, sorry Miranda.”

She sighs, readjusting her glasses and bringing her attention back to her screen.

Miranda has been your saviour since day one. She’s got plenty of experience, once having been an actress herself, and now works on managing mostly young women like yourself. She’s a bit tough, stern, but she’s amazing at what she does. Besides, she usually knows what’s best for you before you even know it. She’s got that motherly intuition about her, despite being unmarried without kids.

Your eyes drift over the interior of her apartment. It’s modern, sleek, like her. There’s not much personality shining through it, unless you look hard enough. Then you’d notice she likes orchids, since she has multiple of them potted and well taken care of. Or the numerous photos of the same town in Italy.

She keeps herself busy with scrolling through the list of attendees to the premiere. A bunch of yes’es, a few maybe’s, and the occasional “sorry, however, congratulations on the movie”.

She stills her movements when she gets to the bottom of the list, scrolling up again to see if she’s looking at the right column and then scrolling back down to see if she saw the name right.

“Hm,” she purses her lips, “that’s… Peculiar.”

“What is?” you perk up. Peculiar. That could mean a lot of things. Peculiar as in “your movie is scrapped, actually” or peculiar as in “you’re already nominated for an Oscar”?

“This name. I’ve never seen it on the attendee list before. At least not for my clients.”

“Miranda, you’re killing me with this suspense, please.” You lean forward, your elbows resting onto your knees.

"Steve Harrington." She pauses, and you don't know if she's doing it to be dramatic, or because she's waiting for some kind of elaborate gasp or shocked response.

Instead, you raise an eyebrow, head quirking slightly to the side. "Who?"

You can tell in your manager's eyes that she didn't expect that. Not in her facial expression, of course, she doesn't want wrinkles.

"Christ, sweetie, you're kidding right?" She lets out a dry chuckle, setting down her now empty coffee cup on the end table next to her. sofa. "We've really got to touch up on your media knowledge if you don't know who that is."

"No clue, sorry. What, is he some big deal or something?" You snatch a cookie off the coffee table and start nibbling on it mindlessly.

"Only one of the most popular up and coming actors in the industry." She starts click clacking away on her laptop, pulling up a picture of him and turning the screen around so you can see.

You raise your eyebrows. Damn, not bad. He looks to be around your age, a little older, and you can tell from just that one picture that he knows he's all that. The confidence is practically oozing out of that million dollar smile of his, expensive sunglasses tucked away in his somehow perfectly styled hair.

"So what, he's going to be there. Not like there aren't any other big celebs showing up, I'm sure I can handle myself."

"It's not that I don't think you can behave, starlight, although we'll have to go over some of the red carpet etiquette again later." She takes off her glasses and runs a hand through her short but chic hair.

"Then what is it?"

"He doesn't really... Show up to premieres, usually. Well, none that aren't for his own movies, at least."

Oh, so he is that kind of guy.

You wrap up with Miranda not long after, heading to one last fitting of your premiere gown before returning to your apartment. That's when you start to do your own research on this Harrington fella.

You sit onto your bed, leaned back against a few pillows propped up against your headboard. You open Google and start by what seems the simplest; typing in Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington age?

Steve Harrington height?

Steve Harrington movies?

The third one seems obvious, but you click it anyways. He doesn’t have a bad track record. A few nominations, one Golden Globe, he’s not slacking for sure.

Most of his stuff paints him as the type of guy you’d expect; undercover agent, the bad boy, the mob boss’ son… Makes you wonder even more why he’s showing up to the premiere of your movie. It has virtually nothing to do with the types of movies he stars in. You’re wondering why he even got an invitation to begin with, Miranda doesn’t seem like the type of woman to be sending those out to every C lister in America.

You type in his name again, curious to know more about his reputation.

Steve Harrington parents?

Steve Harrington dating history?

Though it is cliché, it does intrigue you. You’re not exactly surprised when a handful of names pop up, even one you recognise. Nancy Wheeler. You know that girl, she used to do interviews when you were still starting out. Apparently she went more into the crime journalist route, wrote a book… Pretty interesting stuff.

Almost as interesting as the breakup you’re reading so much about.

“Harrington broken in half? Did Nancy Wheeler finally have enough of his ego, or was she just looking for the next thing to report?”

“Geez, talk about a harsh headline…” You mutter to yourself. Besides her, there’s no mentions of other women he’s been confirmed to date. There’s been pictures, rumours, but you’re guessing he… Gets around.

Steve Harrington controversies?

You feel bad for clicking on it, but then again, you’re already in too deep now.

Something about nepotism, but that’s soon debunked when you realise his parents don’t do anything in the movie industry. Then there’s the Nancy thing, and something about him being difficult to work with. You could have guessed as much just by looking at the guy. You just know he flashes that smile like it’s a method of payment, and he probably gets away with it too.

You reach out and shut your laptop before you go too far down this rabbit hole. Your schedule is packed, and the premiere is only three days away. You've got better things to do than go all Sherlock on this random actor that's showing up.

Though it is unusual.

And he is handsome.

Yeah. It is true. Life does move fast in Hollywood.

Now you know for sure. Because not long ago, you were looking up Steve Harrington's name, like some deprived fangirl, and now you're on your way to the event he's supposed to be at.

The car seems packed, almost claustrophobically so. Miranda sits right of you, on the phone with someone who you can only assume to be too important to interrupt. On the left is your makeup artist, giving you some final touchups before your big entrance.

You don't know if this is the best or worst part about your rising fame. On one hand, it's all you've ever dreamed of. Of being recognised, making a name for yourself, getting to show the world what you can do. You're appreciated, celebrated, but on the other hand, you feel a bit like a product. The way you're sitting in this car, getting all dolled up, rehearsing what you'll say in the interviews... Miranda tells you you'll get used to it, but you're honestly not too sure.

Soon enough, you’re ushered out of the car by your manager. The same way you’ll never get used to the feeling of fame, is the same way you’ll never get used to having your name called out as you’re bombarded with camera flashes. This is only the entrance to the premiere, and you’re already overwhelmed. But you know that this is the worst part, so instead, you put on a smile and greet everyone.

Although you're having a little trouble walking in your gown, and not to mention those godforsaken heels, you soon make it to the actual red carpet for some photos. Your attention is called by several photographers, some asking who you're wearing, some just wanting you to look into the camera.

You look beautiful.

Your dress is a powdery blue, a close match to the dress you wear for most of the movie. It flows beautifully with your body, the silk catching the light in all the right ways. Your accessories and hair are adorned by white gold and pearls, classy, chic, but not boring. You feel like you're dressing up. Not a "let's go out somewhere fancy" dressing up, more like a "putting on your mom's heels" dressing up.

Part of all of this feels like you're playing pretend. Like you're not really supposed to be there. Like everyone's doing you a favour by being here, celebrating you and your movie. Though nothing could be further from the truth, the impostor syndrome somehow still gets to you, every time. You try not to let it show on your face, striking a casual pose, and smiling softly.

You look beautiful.

Steve thinks so too.

Only now he's reminded of why he came to this event. It's made the extra hoops he had to jump through all worth it. The extra questions by his management, the raised eyebrows when he arrived, the interviewers he, for once, has been trying to dodge.

He thought you looked pretty on the big screen, but no camera does you justice as much as the naked eye does.

He recognises something in you. Something nervous. Not necessarily innocent, just... New. It excites him a little, his mind already wandering to you allowing him to show you all the corners of the showbiz. Because he's a seasoned professional, of course. At least he likes to think so. He might only have a few years up on you, but he knows he's made for this. To act, to be famous. He knows you'd look amazing doing it next to him too.

"Mr Harrington!"

Some photographer calling his name catches him off guard, and so he brings his attention to the lens, flashing a cocky smile.

It catches your attention, too. The name more than the callout. You knew he'd be there, but for some reason you figured you'd have a bit more... Mental preparation. But what do you care, right? He probably wants you to gawk at him, be the little innocent newbie, borderline groupie, who can't believe it's really him.

You know better than to feed into his ego.

Which is why you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes when he smiles at you instead. You know he won't come up to you, he knows better than to embarrass you in front of all these people. You just don't know if he can resist himself later.

Then again, maybe you've got it all wrong. Maybe he just happens to really like 18th century period pieces about a girl finding a connection with her long lost mother. But somehow you'd find that hard to believe.

You go inside the theatre, and you finally get to enjoy the best part. This is when you try to disconnect from your job for a second, from the image you've built for yourself. When you're in front of the big screen, seated with all these people, you're 12 years old again.

You go watch a movie with your mom, it's your favourite time of the month. You share a large popcorn, and you can barely contain your excitement when the lights dim. Somehow, every emotion feels bigger like this. You've watched countless women pour their hearts out in movies, give their everything for their art, their passion. You've always been determined to be like them. To make other people resonate with a character so much it brings them to tears.

When you watch your own movies, you're not watching yourself. You're a little girl again, admiring the performance like you always used to. It makes this career more worth it than anything else, than all the glamour and money anyone could offer.

You bite your lip in anticipation when the theatre goes dark, toying with the bracelet on your wrist. You've seen it before, but not like this. Not like how it's meant to be watched.

Everything fits right. The music immerses you perfectly, the environments are meticulously chosen and everyone plays their part like they were born to do so.

And you're starstruck. By yourself, no less. You've always stayed humble, that's something you'd never give up. But you're also proud. So proud. This is something you've worked so hard for, everyone on the crew has, so you feel no remorse when you admit it's perfect.

The movie is emotional, and nearing the end, the melancholy of it all reaches its climax. Your character runs through a field of poppies, all blooming as she passes each one, chasing what she thinks is a vision of her mother when she was younger. The girl being chased giggles, as the main character keeps calling out her mother's name in tears. She's brought to her knees at the end of the field, the edge of a cliff, reaching desperately to hold onto the memory of her long lost mother.

You let out a tear. Hell, most people do, even Miranda can't hold it. It's one hell of a scene, the orchestral soundtrack alone could make someone cry. It makes your heart swell.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can tell someone else is really letting the waterworks go.

Wait-- That's not just someone.

That's Steve Harrington. Crying. Because of your acting.

You can tell he's trying to hide it a little, hiding his lower face behind a clenched wrist, the tears leaving little stripes of wetness on his skin. Running past his stubbly jaw, dropping onto the fabric of his tuxedo.

You can't imagine this is normal for him. Apparently it was already a rare apparition to see him at your premiere, and now he's publicly crying too. Well, you don't know if anyone else is observing it, but you know what you're seeing. That's pure, raw emotion right there.

You bring your attention back to the screen, hoping he hasn't noticed your staring.

The movie comes to a close, and the audience arises in a standing ovation. You get up, giggling a little coyly at all this sudden attention. The director comes up to you, taking your hand and bringing you along with the rest of the crew to the front so you can take a bow. Your face beams with happiness, and it's contagious.

It makes Steve return the smile, even though it's not even necessarily directed at him. You're just so pretty, all excitement and modesty, so untouched by fame's worst sides. It pulls him straight to you in a way he hasn't experienced before, there's just something so... Sincere about you. Something so gorgeous.

He makes eye contact with you as you come back up from your bow. The smile he gives you is nearly a copy and paste from the ones you saw online, where you can tell exactly what he's trying to say just from his expression. It's like his face just reads "atta girl".

It's really hot. And you hate how it makes you feel.

You exit faster than you probably should. You mutter to Miranda that you just need some fresh air, but really, you need to get away from this Harrington man before you fall head over heels for his stupid tactics. He hasn't said a word to you yet, and you already feel yourself slipping into the enthralling arms of his charm.

You change your mind, earlier was not the worst part. This is. Because now you have to pretend like you're not mentally having a crisis while still answering questions and mingling.

You deal well with most of the compliments and praise. You get a bit of butterflies every time a household name or someone you look up to acknowledges you, and you practically feel like ascending when they say they like your work.

You're in the middle of speaking to one of your co-actors and your manager, when she's suddenly giving you the eyes. With Miranda, this can mean two things;

There is a fire happening, or--

There is someone important behind you.

She's done this before when Robert De Niro was getting interviewed just a meter away from you. But you have a feeling you know who it is this time. Though you're not sure how excited you are by it.

You look over your shoulder, and surely, there he is.

All suave and charm, smooth tuxedo, freckled tan skin and perfect hair. He encapsulates the entirety of Hollywood so well, and you're not quite sure how to respond.

"I'm a little starstruck, I gotta say." he says, and you're not sure why you're even surprised that his voice is that nice.

"Really?" You give Miranda your "help me" eyes for a moment, but she's already off to get more champagne. With no lifeline to hang onto, you figure you might as well entertain him for a moment. "Guess I could say the same about you."

"Hey, I'm not the reason we're all here, am I?" He chuckles, and you're unsure if it's a rhetorical question or not. From what you can tell, maybe he does think everyone's here for him. You try your hardest to fend off those preconceptions of him, but although you are new to all of this, you’re not stupid. You know how men can be once they start getting attention.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on the movie.” He says, voice dripping with honey, placing his large warm hand over your arm. It would surprise you, if it didn’t feel so nice. “Truly a great performance, and I mean that. I’m not even usually one for period pieces.”

He doesn’t realise that makes him look even more suspicious for showing up here at all. Why would you go to a premiere for a movie of a genre you don’t like?

“Thank you, I appreciate that, Mr…” You pretend not to know his name, for multiple reasons. To make yourself seem a little more nonchalant, or maybe you just want to give his ego that little chop it so obviously needs.

“Harrington. Though I assumed you knew, my bad.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes. Of course he would.

“I’m surprised to see you here.” You implore, and Steve’s eyebrows raise a little. He was hoping you wouldn’t ask that, but he supposes it was bound to happen eventually.

“Ah, well, the director is a friend of mine. I figured I’d show up for support, you know, keep the connection up.” He’s lying through his teeth, and you both know it. But part of Hollywood is pretending like you’re all not just lying to each other the whole time. You’ve gotten more used to it over time.

Neither of you mention what you saw inside. Partly because you’re unsure if you were imagining it, and partly because you wouldn’t even know where to insert it. Yet the sight of him getting emotional lingers in the back of your head.

“I thought you uh, didn’t know who I was?” Steve remarks, and you catch your own slip up now too. Why would you care if he showed up, if you didn’t even know his name?

“Oh, I do, your uh… Your name just slipped my mind.” Your nonchalant façade starts to falter, and you’re hoping it doesn’t make you look as much of a fool as you think you do.

Instead of pressing on, he chuckles. It’s a warm chuckle, low, smooth, it sends a shiver down your spine. He seems amused by you, for a reason you can’t quite make out.

He presses a hand to the small of your back, leaning in closely to your ear, and you think you might start seeing stars. He smells so incredibly good, you nearly melt into his touch, whether you mean to or not.

“Well, make sure to make it stick this time, hm, honey?”

You’re pretty sure your entire body has heated up just from hearing that. You hate how well his charm works on you, that silky voice and smug demeanour.

He pulls back, and just as you expected, he’s smiling like the cat that got the cream. “See you around, princess. Enjoy your premiere.”

You’ve had a lot of mind blowing shit happen to you already. The fact that you’re standing at your own movie premiere, surrounded by people you admire is insane to you on its own.

Now you’re getting flirted with by one of Hollywood’s golden boys, and you just have to play it cool. Pretend that you don’t feel like giggling like a teenage girl and getting all flustered. It makes you sick to your stomach. It makes you mad. That he can walk off, just like that, all cocky and confident. You don't want him to think of you like the innocent debutante that he can just play around with for a bit, before he moves on to the next young thing. You've seen that movie before.

Before you have a chance to let it get to your head, one of your costars, the younger girl that plays your little sister, comes up to you. "Geez, you okay? You look a little... Pressed."

"'M fine. Just-- a little frustrated. Sorry I haven't said hi yet, this is all... A lot, you know?"

"You'll get used to it." She sips her glass of champagne, and you want to say something about it, before you remember she's only two years younger than you. She's been an actress since she was 6 years old, she knows the industry so much better than you, and yet you feel protective over her.

"I don't think I ever will, to be honest. God, my shoes are killing me." You groan, hoping no one's close enough to hear you complain. The last thing you want is to come across as ungrateful for all this.

"Have some more champagne, that usually does the trick." She looks off to the side for a moment, and you can tell she's a little tense too. "Me and the rest of the girls on crew are going to get drinks and food later, wanna join?"

Her invitation brings a smile to your face. Though you're constantly surrounded by people, Hollywood brings a profound sense of loneliness into your life. You have trouble fitting in, connecting. Everyone is all smiles and compliments, yet no one talks, no one calls. Anything is rarely personal. And making friends is hell.

"I'd love to, seriously. Tell you what, it's my treat. To celebrate our premiere, hm?"

She smiles back, leaving her empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter. "Cool. I'm off to the bathroom, cab's gonna be out front around 8."

She leaves you shortly after, and suddenly it's there again. That profound sense of loneliness. It's got you left thinking about what Steve said to you. How he talked to you. That tone.

It makes you feel small. Yet you hold on to every word.

How infuriating.

The rest of the premiere is a dazed flurry of conversations and pictures taken in your memory. You've got too much on your mind now to enjoy most of it, and you damn that smug asshole for being the reason for that.

You walk outside, the sky being a lot darker than you expected. You sigh, the air you breathe out coming out in little clouds. April shouldn't be this cold, not in California, at least.

You look around, no cab to be seen yet. Your eyes catch sight of a familiar man smoking. He flicks open an expensive lighter, his hands shielding the flame from the wind.

The fire frames his face in a special kind of light. It shows both the pretty freckles scattered on his skin, and the bags present under his eyes. The strange dichotomy of his personality, represented so simply on his face.

It just pisses you off even more how handsome he is.

Before you realise it, your legs are taking you closer to him, heels clicking onto the pavement as you strut over. He only seems to notice your presence when your shadow casts over him, taking away the yellowish glow of the streetlight.

"Missed me already?" He smiles, lips still wrapped around the cigarette before he takes it between his fingers.

"You can't talk to someone like that. At least not to me." You don't know where this sudden surge of confidence sprouted from, your words even surprising yourself.

"I'm sorry?" He stands up straighter, and though his stature is definitely taller than yours, you try not to let it phase you.

"I know what you're trying to do. I'm not dumb. Maybe you think I am, but I'm not." You cross your arms, partly to shield yourself from the cold, partly to feign courage.

"And what do you think I'm doing then, hm?" The smile on his face makes you want to desperately smack it right off. He really is exactly like people say.

"Don't act stupid with me. You think you've got me all figured out, huh? You randomly show up to my premiere, and the first time we talk, you try to butter me up. Did you expect me to drop to my knees for you or something? Thank you for gracing me with your almighty presence, which for the record, I did not ask for?"

He's speechless for a second. This is a first. Usually, when a woman is cussing him out, it's after they've dated, not before.

He chuckles, dropping his half smoked cigarette onto the ground and stamping it out with his shoe.

"Sounds like you think you've got me all figured out, doll."

"Don't call me that."

"It's not a bad thing."

"I decide that. Not you."

He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning his head back for a moment. "Geez... So much for first impressions huh?"

"I'm not the one trying to get into the other's pants now, am I?"

"Coulda fooled me."

"God, you're fucking insufferable." You laugh dryly, rolling your eyes. "You think I'm some stupid showbiz newbie, that I'm supposed to be grateful you're even talking to me. Maybe have sex with you and see what opportunities I get out of it."

He just looks at you now. You don't know if that's better than a response, because he's neither confirming nor denying it. Or maybe he realises nothing he says will save him in this. He'd be right about that.

"Do me a favour, if you’re just going to treat me like a ditz, don’t talk to me again. I’m already forced to deal with enough guys like you on the daily, so go bother someone else.”

As if called by some higher being, the cab, along with the girls you were supposed to meet, arrive outside. You gave Steve no time to respond, instead offering him a cold shoulder and some time to let all of that sink in. Though you doubt your words are going to make him change that attitude any time soon.

He leans against the wall outside, watching the dark car you got in drive by and away into the nightly city. He’s not sure what to do with what’s just been given to him.

No woman has ever figured him out this early on. Or maybe they have, and they just never told him this outright. It’s not like he tries to hide the type of person that he is, it’s just that it usually never blows up in his face this much. You’ve taken his flirting, turned it around and served it right back at him to make him think it all over. You‘ve practically rendered him speechless, and it’s only your first time meeting.

It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

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Divine Intervention

Antare belongs to @sunnetrolls, Parome belongs to @asks-n-trolls , All other characters belong to me HUGE shout out to @sasster for all of the help writing this i would not have finished without you

Despite Contra’s liberation from beneath the thumb of her ancestor, to the loosest definition possible anyway, there always had to be some reason or event orchestrated to bring her back under his influence. Maybe to remind her of her place, maybe to make him feel better about the embarrassment that surrounded her being allowed to live planetside in the first place. If she thought about it for long enough, the why doesn’t really matter, it’s just that it is something that is.

This evening’s event was no different, but it was supposed to be. Contra’d orchestrated the whole thing herself — A small party on a ship with the premier of her newest movie set to play when it docked at a private island. She’d rub elbows with other industry giants, entertain them, and possibly secure another handful of roles from this very event. She had it all figured out on her own, too, from catering to drink service.

She’d even been able to pull some strings to have Antare among the service providers. It was not ideal, especially considering who bankrolled the event and as such decided that his attendance and the attendance of actors and producersI from more distinguished- read: empire propaganda films- were of the utmost importance.

At least she had the solace of her moirail being nearby, should she need to decompress after her interactions with the overbearing benefactor.

The Cleanser, Archen Aurela, her father.

Try as she did to forget that fact, the man loomed over the crowd all evening, easily the tallest of all of her guests, micro expressions that only she could detect displaying his disapproval for some of the crowd.

It became clear what he was scouring the crowd for when his eyes fell on hers, she felt like a deer in headlights. He did not need to make a large motion for her to get the picture that he wanted to meet her on the outside portion of the ship, now. It seemed Antare had noticed as well, or at least her reaction to such, because as she started to make her way towards the door outside, he stepped out from behind his little counter.

She did not notice.

Once outside the hostess politely asked the singular, incredibly handsy, pair out there to please head inside, just for now, if that’s alright. No, she is not just being a prude she just needs the space for a moment that’s all! In her attempt to talk sense into the duo, the sound of disturbance behind her was ignored, though when they both froze before scurrying off with an apology at the same time she felt a shadow fall over her, she knew her father had arrived outside.

Neither person in this particular argument was particularly prone to raising their voices. It made the gradually increasing volume all the more intense.

“Why can’t you just let me live my life how I want to!”

“Because you make mistakes. Over, and over, and over again you’ve proven this. That mutant fire hazard, that pastel bitch, that teal” she flinched with each individual mentioned, fins flat with a mixture of anger and… fear? Frustration? Something else entirely? It did not matter, if he even noticed he paid them no heed and continued on. Just as she had been conditioned to expect. “That rust should learn his place, I suppose the Jade is. Fine.” He laughed, a single cruel bark “you know I only let you date that little gold because it will make when you crush him all the better. Finally prove once and for all who is superior”

“You leave your stupid grudge out of my relationship with Parome! And Antare too, for that matter, my quadrants have no bearing on this conversation!”

The look the fleet general gave his descendant was one of both annoyance, and pity. “You exist to serve me, and further than that, to serve the fleet. And it’s about time you stopped fighting that. Those quadrants of yours only get in the way.” He reached towards her, his size alone making an imposing figure.

She jerked away, attempting to avoid his grip, but in so doing she noticed some uncharacteristic splattering soiling his jacket. When did the Cleanser ever let himself present as anything other than what his title implied?

And why were the stains red?

Realization hit her like a truck, making her stomach drop into her toes.

Antare.

“What did you do” she whispered. His gaze followed hers, but he did not answer immediately.

And then he smiled, an expression that was the opposite of comforting, and ice flooded her veins.

“I did mention that rust needed to learn his place, and you certaintly were not going to do anything about it, so I took the task upon myself” his contempt was palpable, as he nodded slightly in a mockery of graciousness. “You’re welcome.”

Contra didn’t care, couldn’t care, his words just noise in her ears as she turned to go check on her moirail. What had she gotten him into? She was snapped out of her head by a growl.

“You do NOT walk away from me, child” the strength with which he grabbed her arm would certainly leave bruises, and her shoulder would certainly feel sore the next day as he yanked. Contra whirled, a rage so rarely seen painted clearly there. Her fury had born a sneer so pointedly full of warning that for once it was clear she was, in fact, of his blood.

“Let. Me. Go. I have a moirail to attend to” she snarled in return, her anger barely contained and the rapidly dimming moonlight making her eyes almost glow.

Only she was there to witness this, he was sure of it as his eyes darted. The partygoers were all inside still, but still for once he was grateful for the disconnect between his fins and ears that made them unresponsive to most emotions. Quickly, however, he turned that brief moment of uncertainty into fury.

“I will not tolerate this insubordination, especially not over something so insignificant as a lowblood“ he hissed in return, neither willing to give way but one far more physically able to force it. Her nails dug into his hand, to no effect, as he began pulling her out further. “I’ve had more than enough of your play, it’s about time someone put you back where you belong. You’re an adult now, you’re going to spend some time back in your proper room while I prepare my ship, and then we are leaving.” It seemed like his mind was made up, and he’d come to the ingenious plan of heaving the two of them over the rails into the sea, likely counting on the cold water to quickly make Contra too languid to fight him.

What else could she do? The words of her mother began to spill from her lips, words she learned and heard before even hatching, nothing an Alternian would understand, and certainly the vile man that brought the frightful song out of her would be unaffected by it- the rune carved painfully deep into his chest would ensure his safety in that regard- but she could not help it. In the face of danger, she sang.

The clouds that started to form finished their work, dutifully blocking out the moons and the tides took a turn for the tumultuous. Ink black waves rolled against each other and smashed into any surface they could find, even the most expert of swimmers would find it difficult to navigate around their anger. Cleanser scowled at all of it, he briefly wondered where the storm came from, there was no forecast for it.

On the other hand, he considered the whole thing rather poetic. Even the weather knew to suit his whims, molding itself to fit his anger, why could this descendant of his not get the idea?

Disorientation blotted the Cleanser's mind when a particularly large wave came up and swept even him off of his intended course, tossing him carelessly into the depths. With that intrusion, he lost the grip of the wayward girl, muscles twitching with the memory of a tail no longer available to correct his positioning in the waves.

He didn't have the time to even begin to try and figure out where the swirl of waves sent her.

He didn’t need to worry, she wasn’t far away. The water swirled around her curiously, supporting her in ways the air simply never could. A deep chill already started seeping into her bones, quickly making it hard to keep struggling towards the surface, towards Antare. A dark shape, too vast for her to comprehend fully in that moment, filled her vision, then, and a voice filled her mind. A warmth blossomed and she found herself able to think far better than she could a moment before.

‘You called, child, and I answered.’

The mix of, well, everything left Contra still somewhat confused, so she could be forgiven for the confused “Mom?” That came out. Luckily the entiry seemed to have a sense of humor, for she chuckled, a comforting sound that made the whole world feel alright for a moment.

‘In a way, child, though not the one you’ve know up to now. Now, let’s talk a bit about why it is you summoned me.’

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It took some time for him to find her again, and when he did he seized her by the arm. The magic that protected him from the girl's song sent alarm bells through him, and he knew immediately that something was different.

Something was wrong.

He hauled her out of the water like she weighed nothing at all, and the newly placid waves allowed him to do so with ease, and shoved her up onto dry ground again with force that sent her stumbling to find her footing.

“What did you do?” he demanded, yanking her effortlessly towards the line of rocks connecting the small sandbar they had landed on and proper land. She tugged back, and when he turned back to look at her, there was no hint of the fear and discomfort that would normally be default around him. No, this time she wore an expression that could only be described as smug. “What did you do‽”

With a hoarse voice, and still through that smug grin, the girl responded, "I traded it away. No more mindless trolls clinging to my every word, no more zombies hanging off of every note." She was triumphant, it radiated off of her, and though he could hardly hear her over the waves and the crowd of trolls clamoring to come rescue the pair, he could tell she fancied herself the winner. "I traded it all away, for a different sort of control."

There was something in her fathers eyes, a look that told her any troll that had the misfortune of interrupting him right now would meet an extremely violent end. She could never stand the way he treated other trolls when his anger got the best of him, so despite the pain it caused, she opened her mouth and, once again, she sang.

No longer would she stand idle while this man's anger controlled her world.

The song she sang, it was not a good song, not on any metric, but her newfound ability did exactly what the goddess promised it would do. Once again the clouds rushed in and the waves became angry, bubbling up to separate the father-daughter pair and their would-be rescuers.

And all at once the truth was all around him, in the form of the ocean coming to isolate him from the rest of the world. He looked at his daughter with what could only be silent fury, or maybe it was fear that coursed through him, and the words were slow to come.

He selected carefully, words designed to drive directly into her heart. It was the last bit of control he could have over the situation.

“Worthless. You’ve made yourself worthless to me, to the empire. A somewhat pretty face that hides the rot of gentleness.” He spat out like venom, disgust forcing his nose to crinkle up as he addressed her. “You know how I feel about rot. You are no descendant of mine. You are no Aurela.”

Only some of his words found their mark, striking with enough force to cause her to falter and he took that chance to knock her off the feet, an easy enough backhand that sent her tumbling down. Flecks of Violet landed to mix with the red.

“Useless vile creature.”

With that he took advantage of a small break between the waves to leap and disappear within them. He left her stunned, gone within seconds it felt, while she sat there and struggled to decipher if it was sea water or tears stinging her eyes.

#My Writing #Contra Aurela #The Cleanser

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Hello. In the post 'SEASON 06 | What we know so far - Chenford Edition' you mention LAPD Psychiatrist. Do you think, maybe this is a doctor for Tim? Can he seek help to get rid of his injuries and fears related to working undercover? Perhaps this is how the screenwriters see the solution to this problem. The problem itself will not go away, otherwise they will have to come up with a reason that will make Lucy give up what she has a talent for. Do you have any other ideas how this problem will be solved? which solution would you prefer?

From what I understand, this psychiatrist is going to be introduced in relation to the events of the s5 finale/s6 premiere. So if I had to venture a guess, I'd say she's there either to assist the team in finding out who's behind those attacks, or to assess the team in the aftermath of said attacks. But since she will apparently have a recurring role, she could be used for other storylines. And let's be honest, all the characters could use some major therapy after everything they went through along the years.

So, yes, it could absolutely be there to further Tim's arc regarding his trauma with undercover work (or childhood, army…). I honestly doubt it, but it could be. Especially since the writers intend to dig into Tim's past this season - this could give some meaty materials for Eric and be an interesting way to deal with this arc. I'm just not sure that's the plan. (EDIT - from @roguetwelve : 'Eric mentioned in a cameo chat that he filmed his first scene with the psychiatrist in 6x07' - so right after his big storyline...).

I don't really know how the writers are going to 'solve' that… It's so complicated and there's no easy solution. The one thing I want to see is Lucy and Tim be honest with each other. Talk about their fears. There was a glimpse of that at the end of 5.21, so I hope they'll continue on this path. Right now, it's clear that Tim is terrified and doesn't want to admit it (and I believe he didn't even admit it to himself either, not until Isabel's return and Lucy's subsequent UC op) and that Lucy is hiding her feelings because she's worried about him and his reaction. And that's not sustainable. The thing is I'm not sure Tim will ever be fully okay with Lucy going undercover. He's always going to worry, that's part of who he is. But maybe he can find a way to live with it without triggering him. I could be wrong of course, but in my mind, Tim thought he was ready for it when he took that leap of faith with Lucy. He knew that was the career she wanted, he encouraged her for it… And that was incredibly brave of him to take this risk again, to open himself to being hurt that way again. All of this implies some healing. But a part of me believes that he was also in denial on how much it would affect him. He saw her go undercover several times before they started dating and I could see him rationalise that this would be no different once they were together. Only, Lucy's first UC mission since they became a couple happened on the heels of Isabel's return, bringing back a lot of buried memories and feelings he probably didn't expect to resurface. So this is something they need to work on. Together. As a unit. It won't be easy but it is worth the effort.

I don't know if I have a preference when it comes to a resolution. I'd just say that if Lucy were to give up UC, I want her to make that choice for herself. Either because the UC lifestyle is not something she can live with or because it doesn't fit with the life that she wants (at least for long-term undercover ops). I simply don't want someone else take that choice away from her.

#ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen

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Pictures of Elvis as Clint Reno on "Love Me Tender" (1956) | "The Rainmaker" screen test in Hollywood (March 26-28th, 1956) + magazine article | On "Love Me Tender" production and premiere (November 15, 1956). 🎬

He had never even been in a school play, but he loved the silver screen and dreamed of seeing himself upon it. In April of 1956*, his chance arrived when legendary Hollywood producer Hal Wallis gave him a screen test. He was asked to read a part from 'The Rainmaker' with actress Cynthia Baxter, who later confessed that her initial reaction to working with Elvis had been "Ugh!" Afterward, however, Baxter said she found him "amazing to work with." Elvis told Wallis he didn't like the Rainmaker role: The character was too "happy, jolly, lovesick." Well, Wallis asked him, what kind of part would you like to play? "One more like myself," he said, "so I won't have to do any excess acting." Four months later (after Wallis and Colonel Parker had negotiated a three-picture-deal for $400.000) he was on the set of 'Love Me Tender' playing Clint Reno (seen here) — a passionate, naive young man, destined to die young.

*Elvis' Hollywood screen test was actually held, not in April but in March 1956, between Monday, the 26th and Wednesday, the 28th. Elvis would later say he memorized every line of the script of 'The Rainmaker' (not only his lines, the whole script!) in preparation for the screen test. A couple of months later, however, he told Robert Johnson of the Memphis Press-Scimitar that he had misgivings from the start about the character he would play. “It was a good part, but I just couldn’t see it for me. A good-natured, happy teen-ager, but with nothing up here. After I read the script, I just wanted to do another kind of part,” said Presley to the reporter.

This thing the magazine wrote about Elvis wanting "not to do any excess acting" is total bullshit. EP would never say such thing once he was so happy to kick off his acting career. He dedicated himself and wanted to make it as good actor. Elvis was excellent memorizing lines even before he was an actor, when he would memorize lines from all his favorite movies (such as 'Rebel Without a Cause'). Once he was indeed on the other side of the screen, filming his first movie, Elvis didn't miss the chance and talked to many veteran actors in hopes to have hints on how to make it better in front of the camera. He dedicated himself the best he could — and as the years went by, even so his roles were less and less interesting or challenging, sometimes even silly as he feared in the beginning of his career, Elvis achieved the goal in being a natural in front of those Hollywood filming cameras, and this is something absolutely undeniable. The thing about complaining of the role he performed on his screen test in 1956, probably had something to do with the image Elvis wanted to project onto his young audience, and that was not one of a "good-natured" guy.

Elvis wanted serious roles and, besides, he liked the 'bad boy' atitude James Dean and Marlon Brando had... the menacing glances, the defiant rebel posture. Elvis mentioned this to Lloyd Shearer, in 1956 during a photo session at the Peabody Hotel, in Memphis, Tennessee. Lloyd was photographing Elvis when the Presley politely asked the photographer to promise not to snap him "not even smiling slightly". His objection was explained with:

"I've made a study of Marlon Brando. I've made a study of poor Jimmy Dean [actor James Dean had recently died in a car crash]. I've made a study of myself. And I know why girls, at least the young ones, go for us. We're sullen, we're broodin', we're something of a menace. I don't understand it exactly, but that's what girls like in men. I don't know anything about Hollywood. But I know that you can't be sexy if you smile. You can't be a rebel if you grin. If you don't mind, let me pose myself." — Elvis, 1956.

On his screen test in March, 1956, Presley did two scenes from 'The Rainmaker' (and also was asked, and performed against his will since he didn't wanted to sing on the screen at all, to 'Blue Sued Shoes') Later that year, Elvis recalled the dramatic tests. “I knew my script,” he said. “I got out there and just tried to put myself in the place of the character I was playing, just trying to act as naturally as I could.”

In May, Elvis told Will Jones of the Minneapolis Tribune that he favored the second of the two scenes. “I took this screen test where I came in and was real happy and jolly and I didn’t like it. I did this other one where I was mad at this girl, and I liked that better — it was me.”

Elvis worked with veteran actor Frank Faylen in one test scene and with twenty-one-year-old actress Cynthia Baxter (later Cynthia O’Neal) in another scene.

She later told TV Guide, “When the Wallis people told me I was to make a test with him, my reaction was ‘Ugh!’ But, you know, he is a very interesting boy — kind of amazing to work with. As an actor, he has a lot of work ahead of him, but he has wonderful attributes to start with.”

Actress Cynthia O'Neal (former Baxter). The picture (right) is the only still from 'The Rainmaker' scene she played with Elvis for his screen test on March 26th, 1956. No footage was released until today, unfortunately.

March 27th, 1956: Elvis with veteran actor Frank Faylen. The scene Elvis did with Faylen was this one below (no footage, sadly, but there's pictures from his test on the video, following the scenes):

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Allan Weiss was not as impressed with the dramatic part of Presley’s test as he was with the musical portion. “Elvis played the rebellious younger brother with amateurish conviction — like the lead in a high school play. His performance was believable, but lacked the polished subtleties of a professional.” On the other hand, after viewing the acting part of the test, Paramount dramatic coach Charlotte Clary thought Elvis might have a future as an actor. “The boy is a natural,” she judged. “There’s nothing fresh or obnoxious about him at all.” Source: http://www.elvis-history-blog.com/elvis-screen-test.html

On March 28th came Presley’s third screen test, the King lip-synched to “Blue Suede Shoes” in front of a set of rather shiny curtains. It was a wild audition, with Elvis giving his trademark gyrations and sneer. He was doing what he did majestically already, so he enchanted the screenwriter Allan Weiss.

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“The transformation was incredible. We knew instantly that we were in the presence of a phenomenon; electricity bounced off the walls of the sound stage. One felt it as an awesome thing — like an earthquake in progress, only without the implicit threat. Watching this insecure country boy, who apologized when he asked for a rehearsal as though he had some something wrong, turn into absolute dynamite when he stepped into the bright lights and started lip-synching the words of his familiar hit. He believed in it, and he made you believe it, no matter how ‘sophisticated’ your musical tastes were.” — Allan Weiss, Screenwriter.

This reaction may have set Elvis' fate in Hollywood, among other things (money-seeking, as naturally any company would be bound to be), but up until then as far as EP knew he would act in a non-musical role, so this kept him thrilling. Elvis' fans, as always, were very supportive, and couldn't wait to watch the rock star on the big screen.

(Above) August 16, 1956: Elvis left Memphis on an American Airlines flight for Los Angeles where he reported to 20th Century Fox for pre-production meetings for his first movie. The fans greeted him at the airport, holding "Presley for President" posters. 🥹

As the production for Elvis' first movie begun, things were... different. The studio/producers eventually altered the script to include 4 songs Elvis would sing, 'Love Me Tender' being one, and they altered the title of the film too — originally entitled 'The Reno Brothers' — so it could follow the name of that one Elvis song.

This turned things bittersweet to Presley. Elvis did not want to sing on the screen and he confessed to his close friends how upset watching as they promised him one thing and ended up eventually changing plans (to profit on his music career) without him being able to do anything about it (June Juanico was one girlfriend he vented about this).Top this to the fact that Elvis indeed preferred his part to be a little more to the 'bad boy' side, and Clint Reno was everything but a bad boy, and you can imagine how Elvis felt about his first movie, not fully satisfied after all. Still he kept hopeful about his acting career could evolve and he could eventually become a serious actor. This hopeful mood followed his next films, but it did not last long.

Either way, the premiere for 'Love Me Tender' was a huge success.

Arlene Cogan, a young fan that not much after this would become friends with Elvis, shared in her book "Elvis, This One's for You" that when she went to watch the movie she spent the whole day rewatching it in the theater, over and over again. She says that no one seemed to leave the room.

"When Elvis appeared on the screen, everyone screamed so much that you couldn't hear him." — Arlene Cogan on her book "Elvis, This One's for You".

On the day 'Love Me Tender' premiered in the theaters on November 15, 1956.

November 21st 1956. 1413 Main Street, Columbia, S.C., Richland County. A crowd of teenagers in the lobby of the Palmetto Theater for the opening of the Elvis Presley movie Love Me Tender.

November 16, 1956: Fans wait in line to see Elvis Presley in 'Love Me Tender'.

Even so Elvis' start in Hollywood wasn't quite as he expected (in personal satisfaction wise), Presley did it great as a sweet country boy, Clint Reno. Some critics didn't go for him and harshly bashed his acting skills (much going with their previous opinions on Elvis as a performer and the controversial about his 'antics' on the stage in the 50s), as much as some supported his initial kick off, but one thing's for sure: the young audience adored him regardless either if he was a "bad boy" onscreen or not. ♥

Elvis on "Love Me Tender", 1956.

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I have this idea, you can completely ignore this by the way! Also I hope you had a great day today <3 make sure you take rest!

My idea was this, what would it be like Joseph Quinn dating someone who isn’t a actor/model? Like the reader just lives a normal life, being a vet etc. what would that be like?

Oh, I mean I think he'd quite suit it seeing as he's not lived in the limelight his whole life but would do anything to keep you protected and wouldn't want you in the public eye much - ummmm I LOVE IT

Thank you so much anon, my day got easier eventually :) ilysm!

Similar to my mini-series I wrote: 'Worlds Change When Eyes Meet'

A small, short imagine is screaming into this, I hope you love it! It'd break my heart for when Joe gets a girlfriend for her to actually go through this, but I've seen it happen with a lot of celebrities over the years.

Thanks for requesting :) x

Joe loved having you as his girlfriend, he adored you and spoilt you in every way you had always deserved, but his main fear now that he was becoming more and more known to the public since the premiere of Stranger Things all those months ago and that your relationship was progressing further was that once you were known to the public, things may go down south.

He didn't want to let that happen, but he was always terrified of losing you almost because of the career path he'd chosen. You were once photographed around London together around a month after the premiere to which it caused a stir amongst a small dose of his fan base and the abuse you got online from people finding your social media was something that scarred you, especially when people go to extreme lengths with the death threats you began to receive, truly unbearable at times. That was just the start of it.

It was harder after Joe finally admitted in an interview that he was in fact in a relationship and had kept it private for a long time, even before his fame hit. Going from being a normal part of society to becoming headline news and being named as: "Joseph Quinn's secret lover." or "Joseph Quinn's dirty little secret." It would drive you mad. You'd go to your normal 9-5 job every day with harassment from strangers you'd never even seen before, hounded by paparazzi and people filming you secretly or at least watched by someone wherever you went, whether it be at the end of your shift or just walking along the streets, with or without Joe. Since he was put at the top, you were proud of everything he had achieved, but this was becoming a definite strain on your everyday life.

One particular night, Joe had come home to find you crying in your apartment you shared together, curled up in a ball on the sofa, clutching your phone in your hand as you scrolled through social media, sighting videos about you being made by crazy fan girls who clearly didn't want you around or the tabloids spreading lies about you two breaking up which also clearly meant they weren't out for Joe's true happiness either. He instantly fell to his knees in front of you and pulled you into him in an awkward position, but you welcomed it. He took your phone out of your hand, took a glance and threw it onto the armchair beside where you lay.

"Y/N, I told you not to delve that deep into stuff, it's all bullshit, it's all stupid, please stop looking at it, baby. I beg of you."

You sobbed your heart out, not a word could be brought from your lips, only muffled weeping noises jerked from your chest to your throat. Joe felt his heart breaking for you, he was learning to deal with the anxiety that stardom had brought, but you in a way, were still foreign to all of this.

"I love you so much, beautiful. Please don't let them win, please don't cry." His hand ran through your hair slowly as his other hand was wrapped around the top of your back, rubbing it to ease the severity of your upset.

"I don't want this to ruin you, to ruin us." Joe muttered as a single tear fell from his eye.

You looked up at him at the mention of ruin and managed to speak, the touch of your boyfriend slowly calming you down, nothing could bring you back down to earth more than your Joseph.

"Nothing could ever tear me away from you, Joe. But will it ever stop?"

He couldn't lie to you, he had no idea, but he could try and come up with a solution. "I'd like to think so, but maybe it will be something more of acceptance and ignorance eventually that will get you through it and eventually you won't care what people say."

You agreed as he planted a soft kiss on your lips, a small glimpse of a smile from the gesture. "You know I'll protect you from everything right? Shield you where I can, I'll never let anything, or anyone harm you as long as I'm around. They're only jealous that you've got what they can't have which you know, is pretty good."

He was completely right, cocky as hell sometimes, but right. You chortled at his smugness and playfully moved your hand out from your chest to hit his arm.

Before fame and after fame, Joe was still himself, his sweet, loving, funny and carefree nature that you'd come to fall in love with originally never ripped away by his breakout status.

You were willing to go through hell and back just to be with this man and eventually yes, your life did continue maybe a little differently to normal, with a few added unexpected extras in between but as the saying goes ignorance is bliss.

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TW: Smut. Language. Slight Angst.

*NO HATE TO ELAINE, JUST FILLING THE REQUEST*

SUMMARY: The true feelings he has for you come to a head after his recent breakup…

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Anonymous asked:

Heyyy, what’s up? So I’ve had this idea for a while so I thought o would just ask you😅

So basically the reader is apart of the obx crew and plays jj’s love interest but she doesn’t really get along with the cast. They aren’t mean or anything but the constantly exclude her. Rudy is the only one who notices and you know says on interviews that she’s good at memorizing lines when no one mentions her or something, idk. The reader starts to have a crush on him but he’s with Elaine but he kinda likes her, too.

Anyway so I thought maybe you could do some smut based on that? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to😁

By the way I love you and you writing so much, really🥰😍😘

*HEY! I LOVE ANYTHING WITH RUDY!! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT! XO*

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Despite the camaraderie among the majority of the cast you never quite fit in in contrast to their close unit. You blamed this on the fact you had only become a series regular into the third season, a romantic interest to JJ, and everyone was invested in their own cliques. And as you had begun to get your footing through it all, it didn't seem to phase you too much. Until you released how excluded you truly were. Birthday parties and premieres with only pictures on social media leaving you to understand you were left without an invitation. For this, the sting would fade as you'd return to work and they would offer kind enough smiles, but still keep a distance, all while you remained professional. But these small moments became largely noticeable as the events carried on. Group photos in which you were forced on the outskirts and interview questions redirected to anyone but you. And everyone seemed indifferent to you.

Everyone but him.

Rudy had been the only one through the brigade of talents that took the time to talk to you and make you feel welcome. Even if it was nothing more than a kind smile, he offered it with every ounce of sincerity he was capable of. He had been the one to give you a tour of the set, practice your lines, and always reassure you whenever you were less than confident. And he also made you relevant through those attempts made by his friends and cast mates. He spoke of how talented and funny you were and how you were a marvel in delivering your lines with perfection. But it would be a comfort ignited by a spark from a romance only possible on the screen as he was otherwise intertwined with Elaine.

She was kind enough, never making you feel any certain way, aside from jealousy when Rudy hung over her on the set, but it was never enough to give anything but that kind smile. Even as she witnessed kissing scenes and moments of high tension between your characters. She remained confident in her relationship.

You were nearly through finishing your new scenes for season four when you noticed the shift in him. The usual illumination behind those sparkling blue eyes was dull and distracted. The lines he would execute with perfection as the rebellious Maybank had become wound somewhere behind his tied tongue as he would apologize in repetition before finally delivering the scene as he once had. But only when you would offer him the support of patience and humor. And you would swear he had looked at you with amorous appreciation out of character for just a moment, but you wouldn't be able to tell before he would correct this and remain professional.

“It’s still hard for me to see you with her.” Elaine confessed behind the door of Rudy’s trailer as you had ventured there after yet another successful afternoon of filming intimate scenes. You turned to leave, not wanting to infringe on a moment clearly meant to be private. And you would have been able to if not for the sound of your name spoken from her lips.

“Even though we broke up, it’s still hard for me. You said you were going to talk to Jonas-”

“I can’t help who he has JJ paired with, but-”

“Don’t tell me I'm just being insecure. Everybody can see it, Rudy! Everyone can see how you look at her between takes and…I just want…” She let out a breath, “I just want to know if you’re fucking her-” The sudden opening of the trailer door sent your cheeks red as Rudy looked to you with a mix of relief and amusement before Elaine’s voice at his back pulled him to remember of the argument he left unfinished while finding a momentary peace with you.

“We aren’t done-” Her words ceased once she saw you, a reserved rolling of her eyes alternating into a side glance as Rudy brought you back to set, filming yet another series of scenes while you could feel his ex’s gaze burn into you.

“Are you okay?” You asked as he fumbled his lines, his hands slipping beyond what was appropriate on your hips, as he would apologize and retract, before ultimately being told to take a minute to collect himself. This would bring him into a section of the filming location excluded from everyone else. At least everyone but you as you followed him with worry.

“Rudy?”

“I’m sorry-”

“Did you hear…everything?” The crimson coloring in your cheeks acted as enough of an answer as he slowly nodded.

“Maybe we can talk to Jonas and see if we can stop-”

“NO-” It was now his turn to blush as he had done so with a quick rise to his feet.

“I’m sorry, Rudy…I don’t want to be the cause of anything and-”

“I’m not.” He confessed as your face contorted into confusion, “I’m not sorry. It’s what’s been kicking me in the ass since it happened…I know I should be pissed and I should be fighting for her…but she’s…not wrong…” His eyes slowly flickered to you after having found a home at his feet.

“You-”

“Shit, I…We should get back, I’m just-” He moved past you as you caught his arm. After a momentary hesitation, your gazes met and it was as if every ounce of air had been sucked from the room. A feeling apparently synonymous to him as he would option for your breath as a means of compensation. A soft kiss gradually increasing in speed and passion would send his hands to your cheeks just as his tongue ran across your bottom lip. A delicate moan from your throat would prompt his fingers lower across your hips and into a lead that settled you over his lap in a straddle as you took station at the couch at his back.

“Rudy-” You pressed your hands to his chest as his fingers made their way beneath your shirt, fire left behind by his touch, but the guilt rushed through you to how he would feel once they left your body in final satisfaction. But he would surprise you with a hand gliding across your cheek and fingers set at a rest in your hair.

“I keep telling myself that it was JJ and Samantha-” He spoke of your two characters. “But I lived through it…Touching you and kissing you…using it as an excuse but convincing myself it was just…method acting,” He scoffed for a second, “But she’s right. Everybody saw it…Every damn scene and I messed it up on purpose just to hold you one second longer or kiss you one last time…But if you don’t want-” You silenced him with a kiss, words you had only ever hoped you’d hear having now become a part of your memory as your hands collected his cheeks until your fingers ran through his hair.

“Are you sure-” He moved to ask before his hand rose to the back of your neck, a sudden display of dominance making you breathless in companionship to the fervent kisses, “Because I’m only going to ask once…”

You answered by removing his shirt and then moving to yours to follow suit, until he took your wrists.

“I’ve probably taken off your shirt at least a thousand times as JJ…” He traced the skin beneath your shirt, a light grip pulling you closer to him, “THIS time, it’s for me…” Quickly, you were left shirtless, the fabric discarded without care as you rocked into his hips. It was the smirk left behind when he would groan that sent him to lift you enough to return you to his naked thighs while your fingers toyed down his stomach, muscles you’d felt a thousand times in character, but now exclusively for yourself.

“Off.” He spoke with more of a soft order, dimples on display softening the cruel timbre, as you bit your bottom lip, climbing off of him enough to remove your pants before his fingers took you back to him with a hooked finger on each side of your panties.

“Everything changes after this…I told you I'd only ask you once, but if you want me to stop-” Your hands came to his chest, pushing him back into the couch as he groaned beneath your passionate kiss. Both hands would come to the corner of your panties, a tear making you gasp.

“You’d only ruin ‘em in a second anyway-” He made your lips part, “I love when you look at me like this…” He reached back down to his pants to reach for a condom as you would bend in a correction to apprehend it yourself, returning to him to note how he had been staring at your body, admiring it by this gaze alone, bottom lip between his teeth in visions worsened by your actions.

“I’ve wanted this-” He interrupted your confession before nodding.

“That’s all I needed to hear…” You were suddenly taken over him, his full shaft interrupting your dripping sex.

“God, you feel-”

“Fuck-” His hand searched over your mouth.

“I don’t want anyone to hear you…not yet…not until I’m sure I can have you all to myself before we get interrupted…” Your eyes rolled to the feeling of his thumb at your clit, making slow motions contradicting the thrusts quickening.

“Take over baby…I want you to use me until-” You now teased him with a hand over his mouth.

“I don’t need direction, Rudy…” Your hand fell loose down his jaw and back onto his chest, a slight claw made into his skin, before you smirked.

“Oh shit, you don’t, do you? Fuck…” He grunted as your hands came back to his shoulders and then to the couch behind him until he purposely led them back to his skin.

“I want to feel how desperate you are for me.” You pulled his hand back to your clit as it had left to take hold of your hip. But as he expected this to be a direction, you moved lower.

“You feel SO good inside me Rudy…Oh my God…”

“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” This prompted you to prove it, drawing the fingers stained with a mix of your slick and his precum before you lifted it to your lips. Eyes locked to him, you proceeded to suck you both from the tips of your fingers as he would grunt.

“Fuck-” He grunted, quickening his movements as you rivaled him with your own until you now controlled the flow.

“Yes…YES-” He groaned into your shoulder, using your skin as a means to be quiet. And this was how you would remain as perspiration grew alongside desperations. Until Jonas’s voice echoed on the door outside of the room you’d made private for the two of you. You would be pulled onto your back, a hand over your mouth as he continued to drive himself deeper and faster into you. The eroticism of the moment worsened as you made note of the way his face contorted in pleasure and necessity.

“All those fucking scenes…I’ve had your moan on repeat in my mind…But I want to hear it for real-” Your eyes flashed to the door that held the echo of distancing stepson its opposite side.

“I gotta hear it, baby…Let me.”

“Ahh…mmmm…MMMM….RUDY!” His hand came to the back of your neck, your bodies impossibly close, peeling and rocking against each other as he nodded.

“You’re so close, fuck-”

“I'm gonna come-”

“And I’m right there. Right. There…” He growled, his body bucking as you trembled beneath him, satisfaction and fantasy colliding in this perfect moment as you basked in how he felt in attempted recuperation over you.

“Fuck…” He groaned, “Now I know…” He shrugged.

“Know what?”

“It wasn’t just me…”

“No, Rudy…It wasn’t just you…” He smiled, reaching between your thighs.

“Correct you are, baby…it’s both of us…” He brought his fingers back to your lips.

“My turn…” And with that, he made the descent between your legs, your eyes coming to him as you’d feel only his breath on your sex and a smirk at your thigh.

“Mine.” He spoke sweetly as you nodded, committing to him just as he had done to you.

Finally…

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So Long As You're Safe & Protected | Black Noir x gn!reader

Hi, i love your writing!! Can I request some angsty gn reader x black noir with "is that all I am to you?" and "would you fucking listen to me for once?" pretty please??

summary: Black Noir knows that there's only one way he can ensure that you're safe and protected when Homelander threatens your life and Ashley backs him up on it.

tws: mentions of violence, swearing

Ashley had said time and time again that you weren't allowed to be seen with Black Noir in public, and for the most part, you were okay with that; more than okay, actually, as it meant that you didn't need to put up with that cunt Homelander. God, he deserved to fucking die. The way he abused A Train made your blood boil, and the way he abused Noir made you grind your teeth so hard that you thought you would snap your jaw bone in half. You hated him, and when Noir revealed to you that Homelander was none other than the son of Soldier Boy - a racist, homophobic misogynistic pig - you couldn't say that you were surprised; the cunt apple didn't fall far from the fucking cunt tree. You were just fine with not being Noir's date to public events like film premieres and galas and meetings and charity balls, more than content to stay at home and wait for him; but then you heard about certain rumours that you just couldn't put from your mind.

You knew they were more than likely false, just gossip put out by journalists hired by pricks who wanted to cause shit just to sell papers, but you couldn't help it; the pictures that came with the rumours were too much. Black Noir was in love with someone else and he looked... you couldn't see it behind his mask, but he only ever put his hand with his pinky and index fingers, the only ones held up when he was happy; you started to think maybe they were true. Maybe he was in love with someone else. Maybe he was, at any moment, going to up and leave you without so much as a goodbye sticky note.

As days went by, the rumours became more and more realistic, and you snapped when Noir walked into your flat as if nothing was going on.

"You fucking asshole!" You couldn't even bring yourself to raise your voice. "I can't believe you'd fucking do this to me!"

Noir cocked his head to the side, daring to sign: "what?"

"It's all over the papers," your voice cracked a little as you spoke, "you've fallen in love with somebody else. Haven't you?"

Noir didn't react.

"Little more than a fucking place to run to," you scoffed. "Is that all I am to you? Do I matter that little?"

He didn't react, he only sat at the edge of the bed and twiddled his thumbs; he couldn't tell you.

"Noir!" You snapped. "Noir, would you fucking listen to me for once? Please?"

He shook his head, grabbing his overnight bag from under the bed and pulling it out and onto his lap, daring to sign, "do you want me to leave?"

You shrugged. "I don't fucking know. I'd like the truth, ideally."

But he couldn't tell you the truth, even though he wanted to; Ashley had roped him into his PR stunt of a romance with some actor - or maybe they were a singer, or maybe they were a model, he couldn't be sure - after Homelander had found out about you. Being the cunt he was, Homelander told Noir that unless he started this PR relationship, he would find you, and he would kill you. He would fucking laser your eyes out of your skull and make Noir watch when he did. Noir couldn't, and wouldn't, risk such a thing happening to you. He couldn't tell you the truth. He could only hurt you in hopes that it would save you.

"I'm sorry," Noir signed. "I'd tell you if I could."

"The fuck do you mean if you could?" You asked with a scoff and a budding sob.

"Homelander." He hung his head for a moment and let out a quiet sob. "I'm so sorry, (y/n). Please. I love you, but… I have to go."

You couldn't even bring yourself to watch him pack his shit, escaping to the living room and lying down on the sofa with your back turned so all you had to look at was the back cushions; you didn't want to hear it, you didn't want to see it, you couldn't bring yourself to do anything except quietly sob.

In the bedroom, Noir hadn't stopped crying as he packed his bags, the vision behind his mask blurred as he cried softly, quietly; he didn't want to hurt you, he really didn't, and if there was some way he could have stopped you from being hurt, he would have done it. But Ashley never liked you, she had despised you, so of course she sided with Homelander when he made up some bullshit about Noir needing a significant other who was marketable, who would bring his approval points up; and of course, he wouldn't risk you getting hurt. Homelander had fucking roared in his face, spat and cursed at him; he would laser you, he would break your bones, he would fucking kill you in the slowest and most sickly and awful ways he could think of… and he would force Noir to watch every single second of it. Every single second of torture, Homelander would force Noir to watch it; Noir couldn't put you through that, he would not and could not risk such harm coming to you. He loved you, all he ever wanted was to protect you from Homelander. All he needed was to know that you were safe.

But now the safest thing to do, the best thing Noir could do to protect you, was to hurt you; was to break your heart like dropping a glass.

You would think he was an asshole, you would despise him and loathe him… but you would be safe. You would be safe, you would be protected. Homelander wouldn't touch you, as long as Noir left. As long as Noir left you and he broke your heart, you would be safe and you would be protected; he could live with that, he would sleep soundly at night knowing that. Even if he was next to some unattractive false celebrity he had no interest in.

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#mlem writes #black noir x y/n #black noir one shot #black noir x reader #black noir imagine #black noir #the boys imagine #the boys fanfic #the boys

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May 31, 2023

Tae departs Seoul for an overseas project. Dispatch gets the exclusive, being the only media to know about his schedule. Tae’s departure is kept unofficial and Dispatch waits to share their video until he departs Seoul.

(Interestingly, the day before, Dispatch posted Jk’s last airport arrival, which you can view at this TW link- https://twitter.com/mytaekooook/status/1663602442662019083?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg)

It’s always important to me to document when Tae and Jk wear LGBTQIA+ and gender fluid items, so I’m detailing information on Tae’s necklace in this post.

A day before pride month starts, Tae wears an “in good hands” pendant necklace from designer Harris Reed x Missoma.

Harris is gay and identifies as gender fluid. Starting at the age of twelve, he chose clothes without regard to gender. He designs with a vision for gender fluidity and inclusivity (as well as sustainability). His clothes are known to challenge gender norms and masculinity, and he’s said, “I think ‘fluid fashion’ is a lot more about this idea of self-expression, and of holding yourself in the purest and highest regard.”

More on Harris here - https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/09/27/harris-reeds-gender-fluid-fashion and here https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/fashion/harris-reed-beyonce-british-adele-vogue-b2256498.html

Missoma’s mission, among other things (such as affordability and sustainability), is to be fashion forward, speak to the community and inspire confidence in people who love to champion self expression. Back in 2021, they launched their first gender fluid collection named “Fused.” More info here - https://graziamagazine.com/us/articles/missoma-fused-unisex-collection/

Tae’s pendant necklace -

Photos of Tae, exclusively captured by Dispatch (I love his blonde hair and I’m so excited to see what project he’s working on!)

necklace description -

It’s sold out now but you could buy it here (if / when restocked) - https://us.missoma.com/products/harris-reed-in-good-hands-drop-pendant-necklace-18ct-gold-plated-malachite

He also wore a new Foundrae chain and pendant titled “true love knot.”

Also - how sweet is it that Tae and Jk, once again, spent their free time together before Tae’s solo schedule😊

Collage CTTO; Detailed thread with more information + JK’s return from Qatar (when Taekook went to Paradise Hotel and filmed their Tik Tok “Run BTS” dance challenge) may be found here at this TW link - https://twitter.com/diortetae/status/1663825971617878016?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Recap of October 23, 2022 - Tae posting a photo of Jk on his IG stories - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/718845941963210752/october-23-2023

Recap of November 22, 2022 (approximately) - Run BTS dance challenge at Paradise Hotel - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/702090487479320576/approximately-november-22-2022-filmed-november

Recap of April 8, 2023, when Hobi and Taekook spent time together before Jk went overseas - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/714807882986799104/april-8-2023

Recap of April 24-25, 2023 - when Tae uploaded a series of photos, one being him and Jk after the Dream premier + an IG story of him, Jk, Wooga and other friends walking the streets of Seoul (without any media, paparazzi or fans bothering or spotting them), before he flew to France - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/717591887357362176/april-24-25-2023

Recap of May 29, 2023, when Tae mentioned he’d called Jk at dawn, and Jk was going to cook Makguksu for him the next day - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/718760912250617856/may-29-2023

#taekook #taekooktimeline #2023 #lgbtq #support #closeness #gender fluid necklace

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We have another article discussing the release of Odd Squad UK! Current has been a very reliable source for PBS Kids news in general (albeit not one without an annoying-ass paywall lol), and this article from them is no exception.

Of note within this piece, among many many other things:

The fourth season is set to release in the latter half of 2024, and not spring as I previously thought. At this point, it could be anyone's guess -- it's a little over 3 months of filming and who knows how long it takes to edit that, especially with ongoing projects. We'll just have to keep an eye on the TV guides!

There's also mention of how PBS will market the series. Either they can market it as a separate spinoff or keep it as Season 4 of Odd Squad. The latter seems far more plausible if Season 3 is any indication.

The main setting for the show is an abandoned tube station, a nod to the famous London Underground.

As part of PBS's initiative to explore short-form avenues for its IPs, more shorts may follow! There may also be an expansion of the fourth season if it does well in ratings (that's for both the UK and America, mind you). Time will tell.

The article makes mention of a "few longer-form specials" that might be premiering alongside the 12 episodes. Key word being "might" because it makes no mention of them elsewhere and with PBS being...well, PBS, they could advertise any of the 12 episodes as a special at any given time.

This article covers a lot of the logistics behind the fourth season, including how it was born -- apparently a Season 3 episode was set to be filmed in England (not "Running on Empty") but it didn't pan out, so they decided to turn it into a full-fledged Season 4.

TLDR: It's basically one big article about Odd Squad UK filled with the most news we've had about it yet. Something for everyone in here!

You can get the article here. If you've viewed it once already and wish to view it again, you can go here to bypass the paywall.

Depending on your mileage, the information about one of the main characters might be a spoiler, so keep that in mind when reading.

Thank you to @tumblydove for finding this article!

EDIT: Added a 12ft link, as Current has a paywall in place if you view their articles more than once.

#pbs kids #pbs kids news #odd squad #odd squad pbs kids #odd squad season 4 #odd squad uk

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This was posted on Twitter the other day and I felt compelled to write a post about it. It seems there is a city named Port Tennant in South Wales, and it’s located just up the road from Port Talbot, where Michael grew up:

Could it be Fate? Kismet? Destiny? Whatever you want to call it, however you want to define Michael and David’s relationship--colleagues, best friends, lovers--them finding each other seems like it was almost certainly meant to be.

Now, I do know that Tennant isn’t David’s real last name, and that he changed it when he became an actor. Pure coincidence, one could say, that he chose the name Tennant. But that’s the thing, isn’t it?

Choices. All the little choices that were made along the way that led to something much bigger.

Michael’s parents chose to move back to Port Talbot and raise him there. David chose to change his last name from McDonald to Tennant. We know he saw Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys mentioned in a magazine, but still. Of all the names in the wide world, for him to choose that name is somehow nothing short of extraordinary.

The first thread in the path. A connection, an invisible rope tying Michael and David together long before they could see it. The universe working its mysterious magic, ever so slowly.

And then, years later, Bright Young Things:

Another thread. Another choice--Stephen Fry putting Michael and David in the same movie, though they never shared the screen. Something pulling them closer, but not yet completely together, because Fate works on its own timeline.

You can see it there, at the BYT premiere. Soulmates in waiting, somewhere in the background of each other’s lives, aware of but never fully appreciating their presence. The barely visible beginnings of a majestic structure waiting to be built. The outline of something grand. Something timeless.

And then...Good Omens. At last, Michael and David’s paths converged--from Port Talbot to Port Tennant, from Scotland to Soho.

Once again, little choices ended up making a big difference. The choice to film GO now, instead of twenty or thirty years earlier. Neil casting Michael as Aziraphale instead of Crowley. Michael choosing to play Aziraphale instead of Crowley. Neil making the choice to fight for David as Crowley, despite every objection.

In the end, the result of those choices was pure magic.

This is it, the universe said. This is the right moment. This is when they need each other.

Three years after season one (and on the verge of season two), we can still see it. A connection that has endured through a pandemic, through chaos and uncertainty, and that only seems to be growing stronger with every passing day.

Destiny, having staked its claim long ago, now sits in the distance, watching, smiling. You made so many choices. Choices that needed to be made. But the path was already clear. I just left the threads there for you to find.

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.” - Pablo Neruda

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #good omens #good omens 2 #bright young things #Michael chose to play Aziraphale but he didn't have to fall in love with David #and yet here we are #no one will ever convince me that this isn't what actually happened #i don't know if i believe in fate but i believe in them #a friendship that's become something more #ineffable lovers #thoughts #discourse

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Speaking in Tongues

Part I

Disclaimer: Not proofread and inappropriate content I guess.

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Minka's POV

I never tire of premieres. In high school everyone looked forward to the prom, why they looked forward to seeing all your peers on a Saturday, finding the ugliest dress in the store and being monitored by teachers while horrible music played was beyond me. Even in my adolescence I fantasized of premieres instead, spending forever in mamusia's room putting on her makeup and perfume, her dresses and pretending to be interviewed by E! and whoever was hosting the Oscars or the Academy Awards.

My favorite part was always choosing what to wear, fashion is like art to me. You don't just choose what looks cute you choose a palette, a theme, what will make your body flow and strut naturally. It is choosing your personality and displaying your interests, even a simple pair of nomination jeans with a t shirt and a pair of docs decide what you feel for that person and who they are.

I'm the only celebrity without a stylist, dressing myself and doing my hair and makeup is an emotional thing for me, maybe it's the punk rock roots from my now teaching father, but I don't even go to get my hair done. My signature black, bob is of my doing.

It's why there's so much footage of me on camera weeping whenever my ensemble is complimented, I put so much thought and heart into it.

Tonight, beside my friend and director, James, presenting the premiere of Spellbound at the Houdini mansion, I was Minka Farrah, but I was Minka Farrah inspired by Miranda, my malevolent two faced witch, the character I played in the film.

It was a risk to wear the gloves but once I slid them on, it made my Morticia tight dress pop, and with their occult imagery they too told the story. No one could hardly believe I had bought them off etsy, handcrafted and one of a kind, I made sure to heavily promote the artist behind them.

I felt so much worry and anxiety with this movie, like any remake. Yes the name is a tad different and James added and took away some things but, it's a classic, a niche cult classic, but a classic all the same. I worked so hard to be the perfect Miranda, taking from the original played by the late Kelly Preston, I also took inspiration from Lisle von Rhuman, and funny enough Miranda from the film Miranda about the mermaid. I was ridiculously overjoyed with the wonderful feedback I got in return.

I was on cloud nine tonight, and then my confidence faded when Tom told me Timothée Chalamet was here tonight. I nearly threw up, that wicked Saxon, he knows the crush I harbor for the greatest actor of our generation. Longing was more a fitting word. He's the first boy in a while who's made me feel…well to not put it lightly, horny, the word ecstasy, inadequate, and…longing, all at once. I don't just want him to hold my throat during a movie, I don't just want him to fill anything considered a hole in me, I don't just want to talk about our influences, I want him to consume me and devour me.

I have never met him, ever. But my brother, Stone, one day mentioned me as his favorite actor or actress of all time on Graham Norton's Show, and at the time I had no idea who he was. So Stone put on Call Me by your Name, and then showed me his Tumblr and the entire Chalaverse and I was hooked. I was very judgmental before watching his Little Women Christian Bale was the only Laurie for me I swore by him, but Timothée Chalamet ruined that for me. I think I went crazy for him watching him play Laurie.

And he's so gorgeous, long and tall and lean, I love skinny partners because it makes their shoulders and hands look even bigger, not the only reason but it's a major one. His hair is romantic and long and curly and just.. he's perfect, his mannerisms his voice, he has me hooked. And to hear that he's here…I mean it makes sense, he's Tom's friend.

I hoped I looked good enough, when I think of him I feel too big for my hair…what if he likes long hair on girls…thankfully there was another photo op with James to distract me, I felt in my element until I turned around to whoever asked for my attention. "Yes?" I still wore a red painted smile laced with a laugh, and when I turned around it fell the mask fell because there he was, and looking at him and smelling his cologne and knowing he approached ruined my Agent Provocateur thong.

I was breathless, speechless. I said nothing and just nodded with a smile.

He tugged his bottom lip in with his teeth and I stared for a moment. "I thought y-you w-were– I mean–" he laughed breathily and ran a hand through his messy curls and I felt light headed. I sucked on my lip and he stared at me for a moment and I must have looked confused because he started to talk again.

''I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll uh– I'll leave you alone." Before I could even scream for him to stop saying that I never want him to leave me alone, he walked away disappearing in the sea of tuxedos and gowns. What did I say?

Feeling disappointed, I made a beeline to the wine, I had the bartender fill up my glass all the way to the top with red champagne. My favorite, Chandon's red champagne, was a Shiraz of strawberry, raspberry, and cherry notes. It was my absolute favorite and right now I was going down as much as I could to forget how I ran off Timothée Chalamet.

Did I offend him? What was it?

Two glasses of red Chandon later we were heading to the after party at Chateau Marmont .

I was in the middle of talking to Lana when Tom walked up to me. "Hey, what did you do to Timothée?"

I looked confused. I felt confused. "I didn't say one word to him."

''Exactly!"

I furrowed my brows "Tom, sweetie I'm not following."

Tom laughed. "He thinks he offended you or annoyed you. But knowing how you feel about him, it's all starting to make sense." He smirked.

"Oh my God, shut up!" I squealed, which made him laugh louder. "I'll go talk to him, God he must think I'm such a snob!" Why did I have to get starstruck?

"No, no, he just thinks…." But Tom stopped himself, trailing off. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Tom…"

Lana laughed. "Oh I think I know…" She and Tom exchanged a look and a brow waggle before laughing and I let out a cry of frustration. "I hate you both, tell me right now!"

They just laughed harder and I shook my head. "Whatever, I'm going to apologize, do I look okay?" I gestured to my ensemble, honestly no one can say I didn't stick with the theme of the movie, it was an ode to Matt and Miranda's bdsm scene when she gave Matt the false sense of hope that he was in charge of their "relationship". It's a black latex suit, arm, body neck, everything covered, even had on fetish boots, but my breasts were completely out and my nipples covered with black latex pasties to match my black painted lips.

Tom choked on his drink as Lana eyed me with a slow and appreciative nod. "Minka bloody Farrah, the only person on the entire planet that stands there posing shy and cutesy in a fucking bdsm body suit asking if she looks okay!" He laughed in disbelief.

I pouted. "A simple yes would have sufficed.'' He shook his head. "Where is he?" I asked.

"In the bathroom having a smoke." I took a deep breath, some of Tom's IPA and headed to the French styled bathroom. I knocked and a muffled "Occupied.' Spoke through the door.

"Um Timothée? It's me, uh Mink-" Before I could get my name out the door was opened and he stood there towering over me gorgeously in all his Capricorn glory, a black vintage fit blazer open, a white tooth shirt and faded jeans with combat boots, a necklace wrapped around his neck seductively and rings adorned the long, skeletal fingers that held a cigarette. He smelled like a writer, cigarettes, espresso, and alcohol. There was a spicy cologne with a hint of sweetness and a small amount of sweat. I wanted to eat him. His verdant eyes were naturally and dreamily hooded, but right now a little wide as his raspberry lips hung parted.

I blinked and bit my lip as I twisted my fingers. "I wanted to apologize, Tom told me you thought you annoyed me–"

"I'm gonna kill Tom-"

"But you didn't! I was just…I love your acting so much, I was caught off guard…I'm so sorry, I can't believe I was so rude–"

"N-No, you weren't. " He finished softly with a breathy laugh before leaning against the doorframe. Stop posing or I'll drop to my knees.

I felt elated when I noticed his eyes roam my outfit, but then a little fear lingered in those depths of satisfaction. What if he thinks I'm too easy? He probably likes classy girls, he dated Lily-Rose Depp for God's sake.

"You like my acting?" A smile tilted his lips up.

I shrugged with a smile. "You probably hear that all the time." His eyes drifted from my mouth to my pasties, maybe I should have worn something else.

But he stepped aside and gestured in. "Please, join me, there's a lovely seat on the toilet."

I giggled. "But then where will you sit?"

"In the tub of course."

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Title;; things left unspoken and unsaid With;; nicholas galitzine & sofia carson ( @charsofias ) Where;; sofia's house (probably in LA, we're assuming here) — set for sometime in march, before the 31st. we didn't plan a day Summary;; once nicholas' relationship with taylor zakhar perez was leaked, all he wanted to do was avoid it and focus on work, not ready to deal with it all right away. spending a lot of time with friends outside of work like sofia carson, one of his really good friends and former co-stars. during one hangout with her, they get talking and feelings are shared about each other due to the leak. Warnings;; none

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: Time with sofia has been a good distraction from his relationship leak and taylor, something nicholas didn't know he needed til they were together having the time of their lives. from her surprising him at the premiere of ❛ mary & george ❜ in the UK to event the vanity fair event in LA. it felt so amazing to spend with someone who's been with him since before taylor, during so many other ups and downs and they were still such a strong partnership it was like they hadn't been apart for a good year or two, give or take. something about sophia, she always made nicholas smile, laugh and forget about his troubles. she was a truly kind soul and he appreciated having her in his life. ❝ maybe i'll just have to join you on set for a few days. hope you don't mind jokes of me being your boyfriend or something though or leak asks if people saw that, ❞ the brit spoke calmly, hazel green eyes on the beautiful brunette as he smiled soft and warm in the presence of one of his greatest friends. ❝ also, thanks again for everything. i just — i needed to get away from it all for a bit. i'm not sure how to deal with this leak thing and i want to focus on me now, ❞ he added with a sigh before standing up from the bed he was sitting on, gently taking one of sofia's hands in his, the other gently resting on her chin, lifting up her head to look into his eyes. ❝ i missed us. ❞ nicholas added, voice low, sweet and sincere.

Sofia: Hearing how Nicholas was speaking, it gave her that small hope that the leak was just a fan thing going so viral and seeming so convincing, or texts and letters taken out of context. Maybe they were just so close they acted like a couple, all Sofia knew was she needed to share her feelings and see what the truth was so she could move forward, with or without Nicholas by her side as something more than a friend or still just one of her great friends. "You're always welcome to join me, Nick, you know that. I don't mind the leak is your thing to deal with if you want to now or later and, I'd never say no to a good boyfriend mention. We make a good couple, right?" she said with a smile, trying to hint things to him, finishing her hair and makeup for the day before turning to face him, sitting on her bed. "Anytime, I'm always here for you whenever you need. Put you first, always." It was eating at her to share, to ask, so she was going to, her eyes closed for a moment ready to speak when she felt that big amazing familiar hand take hers and her head be lifted, eyes opening to look at Nicholas in all his British glory. "I missed us too," Sofia said back in the moment, voice also low. "Can I ask you something?" It was now or never, the way her heart was racing now, she had to say something.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: As the mention of the leak hit his ears, almost making them ring, a shiver ran up his spine, nicholas closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breathe, swallowed the lump in his throat before opening them again. hazels looking around some before focusing back on one of his best friends, sofia. surely taylor said something by now and the english actor didn't have the heart yet. he had an idea of sofia's feelings since filming and possibly still present now, but he'd never assume and didn't want to address anything til he was sure about things. the last thing he wanted, was to hurt a close friend. however the boyfriend thing did hit him some, but he acted otherwise, smiling warmly and kissing the back of one of her hands. ❝ we'd be a beautiful couple, sofia. making the world jealous in many ways, ❞ the brit spoke carefully, picking his words, but his smile was true an genuine. ❝ thank you, darling. where would i be with you ? ❞ he had to stop himself from another kiss on her other hand or her cheek. by nature, he was just a sweetheart. looking into her eyes for a moment, he recalled his own former crush and a quick urge to kiss her passed through his being but — his heart was with taylor now. they were happily engaged after all, til she asked something and nicholas left his heart pounding in his chest, his throat growing so dry by the second. ❝ of course. ask away. ❞ speaking — his voice was much steadier than his emotions and heart was — scared of what she'd ask and almost begging it wasn't what he thought. today, he didn't want to face this.

Sofia: Looking at their hands together, a soft smile came to her lips before looking back towards Nick's hazel eyes that always made her heart race. Those sweet words and small gestures had her second guessing some, but Taylor wouldn't say something about them together if it wasn't true right? She just had to hear from him, she just had to. "We could, I really think so," she agreed happily. "You'd be lost without me," she added. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and looked at their hands again before looking back into Nicholas' hazel eyes. "Do you have feelings for me at all?" She asked before letting go of his hands and sitting on her bed. "I just, I know you didn't want to talk of the leak but, between that and, I saw Taylor's Instagram posts talking about you and him as a couple and I figured he'd probably be telling the truth." Sofia stopped to look up into her friend's eyes, a hint of sadness in her own. "I just have to hear from you."

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: Everything she said left his mind focusing on the question now and allowing his hands to drop to his sides, and lost look crossing his hazel eyes before looking to the ground as if he was trying not to cry. Maybe he was, but for now, he was able to hold himself together before he looked towards his friend and he almost felt bad. ❝ i do have feelings for you. i don't have the crush i had before when we filmed but, i'd never ask you then because it could have just been due to working so close together and as a couple in the film. i had to wait to know what i felt was real and — i love you like a sister. after was a crush on taylor before i started seeing someone — first a couple hook ups, then i had a relationship for a bit and ended with an amazing new friend. ❞ while nicholas wasn't going to name, this was definitely about nick robinson, a relationship the two kept between them and just enjoyed the friendship they had now more than anything. Gently sitting down next to sofa, taking her hands in his again, holding them tightly. ❝ that's why i didn't. i didn't want to hurt you because you had feelings for me. ❞ he gently took one hand away, grabbing his chain where his engagement ring still dangled since after his trip to italy, before ireland. he had to say more, he had to say it was true, but in the moment ? it was like a cat got his tongue; his voice was gone, his throat was dry and not a single word — not a sound left him as he played with the ring on his necklace and looked down, trying to find his own voice.

Sofia: For a moment, Sofia had a bit of hope, despite him saying he didn't have the crush as before. Maybe if they went out things could be different, though the sisterly love he mentioned might be be the beginning of the end. "Oh." She said a bit sadly, debating if it was smart to try and ask anyway. Looking down at their hands for a moment before they parted, looking up towards her much taller best friend. "That's awfully sweet of you, Nick," she said managing a smile. She hated thinking this way, but she thought maybe there was a chance. He didn't confirm anything with Taylor and he wasn't married, so maybe there was a chance. "Maybe this is bold of me, and a horrible idea, but can we go out sometime? Like a real date, see how things go for us? There could be something really special here." A hopeful smile crossed her lips as she gently laced their hands together.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: Not saying a word, just listening to her and watching her react, til she asked him out and shock too over nicholas. his hazel eyes widened, mouth falling open some before he came to and laughing some nervously. why was he struggling to say this ? was he that convinced he'd lose her ? ❝ a-a date ? y-you don't want to do that. you don't want a date with me. ❞ he chuckled nervously again, rubbing the back of his neck. ❝ i'm not sure i can go out on a date right now. i've got a lot going on with work and — there's someone else, ❞ maybe nicholas didn't name taylor exactly, but he did mention he was seeing someone. not in the way he planned just lost in his head that he'd hurt his friend's feelings and lose her. ❝ i'd still love to maybe hang again soon though, ❞ the brit added with a soft smile crossing his lips giving her hands a gently squeeze before gently going to pull them away. maybe it was best he leave for now. revisit this with a clearer mind. ❝ i um.. i think i should get going. ❞ his voice came out a bit low, his head down as he went to leave.

Sofia: Officially, this was the moment that Sofia would later come to not be happy with herself and be apologizing to the couple for a while. Not wanting Taylor and Nicholas to dislike her for her thoughts or actions. Tightening her grip, not letting him walk away, she stepped closer to him, catching a look into those lovely hazel eyes. "There's someone for now, but I might as well try before you're on the way to marriage, right?" Leaning in a bit close, gently getting on her tip toes. "I say we have a lovely date on the 31st, and see how things go." Boldly she gently kissed him, not thinking, not caring.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: As her grip tightened, keeping their hands together, keeping him from leaving, nicholas looked at sofia with caution, and before he could say a word their lips were touching. she was kissing him and the small part that held old feelings loved it, but he wasn't there anymore. his heart was with taylor and he quickly pulled away, using some of his strength to get away. ❝ yeah, um — i need to go. right now. ❞ he quickly left her room and made his way out of her home and the other thing, the only person on his mind, was his taylor. he'd definitely have to talk to sofia, but today he had work to get to and couldn't even focus after what just happened.

#mini discord para; things left unsaid and unspoke ft. sofia carson #[ we're the worst with this ]

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