Cuban Rose

He always does. I mean, didn’t he write to Chris to ignore me? Pffft. I will not be ignored. Mutually beneficial purposes, that’s what that power was made for, I believe. And you are very gracious not to bring me to my knees every single time you talk to me, sweetheart. See, you should have asked the important questions. I’ve always wondered how Barbie could never have a family of her own. Guess that answers the question. 

Finally. We’ve waited long enough for it. You’re going to be perfect.

Mmmm, I’d love that. Also a private beach and a cabana somewhere, and just you and me and no one around for miles on end… 

Its hard to ignore you, nobody could ever really do that I don’t think. I mean, I sometimes bring you to your knees and I have to say, it takes a lot of strength not to constantly use and abuse it. Maybe Barbie just did not want to have a family, ever thought about that? 

I hope so, god I really hope people will love it, it possibly is the most important thing I’ve ever worked on. 

Maybe we should do a yacht first and then rent a cabana somewhere..?

Oh, the fandom knows. I’m the pretty one out of the two of us. Winter Smoulder and all that. They know, we know, Chris definitely knows. Anthony might disagree, but he’d do that on purpose. You don’t need reasons, just look at me with that look on your face, and I’ll melt into a puddle of love goo and agree to whatever you want. That blonde hair is something else, that is for certain. Life in plastic sounds exhausting. Imagine having to pretend to have no nether regions. 

I’d probably weep for a week. 

Somewhere in the Caribbean maybe? Antigua? St. Barth’s? A yacht? Or would you rather like coconut palm trees to hide from the sun?

Anthony knows as well, he just likes to rile you up a little. I mean, I have to say, I do like knowing i have that kind of power over you and I try to only abuse it for mutually beneficial purposes. I am not sure he also had no..nether regions as Ken. Actually, now I cannot believe I did not ask him about that when I had the chance. 

Speaking of weeping for a week...I still cannot believe Blond has finally gotten a release date. 

A yacht..I like the sound of a yacht a lot. Hide from the sun? Absolutely never, will not happen. 

My face, of course, is much nicer than Chris’s, so I get why you would want to see me again. That, and the fact, that he already has a family, and you’re actually my girlfriend. But those are minor factors. Are you actively trying to make me feel bad? First Chris, now… Ryan Gosling is just about the perfect specimen. My abs cannot compare to that. 

No clothes? I’m sold. Where are we heading to that has secret textile-free beaches?

Oh, now I really want you to say that publicly and see his fandom fight you, cause those women are crazy. The other reasons are pretty good ones as well, you’re right. No, not at all, I am just giving you all the reasons to say yes to let me steal you away for a bit. He is a pretty perfect specimen, but he also does look like Ken out of Barbie and I am just not quite sure how fantastic life in plastic actually is...

See, this is where my plan fails, but there must be some private beach we can spend some silly amount of our hard earned money on

So you’re suggesting that now, that we’re fully moved in, after months and months of hard labour, we walk away from our place? I’m in. You, beach, as little clothing as possible? It’s a dream waiting to happen. 

That is exactly what I am saying, because I think I’ve all together seen too much of Chris’ face these past few days and not enough of yours. I might also be more familiar with Ryans abs these days than with yours and all of that has to change..so you, me, beach and no clothes it is. 

Mi casa es nuestra casa || Sebastian & Ana

Sebastian stared at her for a moment, before he shook his head. “I surely hope not. They might try and steal you, and then who would make sure I am not too earnest all the time?” Her offer was oh so tempting and he only managed a nod in reply. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while, not if he could help it. And if work got in the way, well, then they would make do, and make the best out of it. But right now, he was home, with her - in their home, no less - and there was nowhere he would rather want to be. Ana sitting on the counter gave him all the opportunity to let his hands roam, rediscover those curves that haunted his dreams in the best ways possible. He didn’t want to laugh, because he was enjoying their kiss too much to want to stop, but somehow laughter won, and he pressed his forehead against hers until the puffs of amusement subsided. “Make up your mind, sweetheart,” he grumbled at her good-naturedly, but then went back to pressing little butterfly kisses to her lips, and her jaw, and her cheeks, only veering back to her mouth, when he really couldn’t resist anymore. “It says absence makes the heart grow fonder, but -” Drawing back just a little, he locked his gaze with hers, and linked his hands at the small of her back, effectively locking her in. “I’d miss you too much. And your impromptu dance sessions. And your laughter. And your food. And your…. why hello, doggos.” Of course, they had realised that they weren’t the centre of attention anymore and come to investigate. Sebastian didn’t mind, for the most part, but he did kinda want to continue what they were doing, too.

Aw, sweetheart, you are so many more things than “just cute” - but then you look at me in that adorable way of yours, and with that heart-melting smile, and my brain can’t form words anymore. Am I, at least, a cute monster? See, that’s where you won’t ever hear a complaint from me. I’m here to support you, and cheer you on, and perhaps challenge you to take those jobs you want to do most of all. I’m happy your film is doing well - I already had my moment to shine, now it’s yours. 

How is it that I’m not invited to your lunches, though? Those look like fun.

I am a very lucky girl because while you claim you dont have words, you have such a way with them no matter how I look at you. Cute monster for sure. Come on, I am not even sure I am lucky its doing well, I was the luckiest during the time when there was concern for it never being released. Unlike Marilyn, I cannot believe we might actually get that to see the light of day soon. I dont think your moment to shine is over, nobody will stop talking about those performances any time soon. 

They are fun, you just need to come and visit us! 

I do, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that this clothes stealing is pretty one-sided. Wait, what’s wrong with “cute”? Because you are, most of the time. Both, actually. I want you both distracted by thoughts of me. See what ego I have developed?

Nothing is wrong with cute, but I prefer you to use other words when you need to describe me. Massive ego, you’ve become a monster. How does it feel to your ego that my movie has overtaken yours - and everybody else's - in terms of streams after release on hulu? 

How is that fair? I cannot do the same. You’re so tiny, nothing you have will fit me. I might have to go naked. You do look cute in them, though, I’ll give you that. Especially, when you dance around the house. Plus, since you are working with Chris right now, at least that way I know you think of me…

I’d say I am sorry but I am not because I know you actually love seeing me wear my clothes. Or at least I think you do, even if you are saying I look “cute” in them. Are you sure you want me to think of you or low key want Chris to think of you? 

You’ll just lose my hand-written letter of complaint - or love letter, you might never know, this would become your Schrödinger’s letter - instead of reading it. I… why would you do that? You do look cute, and quite tiny, in my clothes. That hoodie could pass for a dress. Perhaps you should alert your stylist that you have a new style all together?

I might never know but I will just take your clothing and see that as a love letter and it will be my solution for it all. See, you think I look cute in your clothes, I feel very good in them, we found the perfect sweet spot here! 

Mi casa es nuestra casa || Sebastian & Ana

“Does that ever work with the burglars?” he asked, as he popped his head in through the door, and almost knocked heads with her, because she was far closer than he had assumed. For a moment, he just took her in, the way she was standing there, the smile on her face, the laughter on her lips, the light in her eyes. Ana was breathtaking. “Hola amor.” Finally having found his voice again, he smiled back at her, and nudged her nose gently with his. “If that’s how I get greeted, I should leave more often,” he teased her with a laugh mimicking her own, but he didn’t mean any of it. if it were up to him, he would stay exactly where he was at the moment and not leave again any time soon. Fuck work. Fuck everything. This was where he wanted to be. “So, do I pass your expectations, or should I find some gentleman burglars with keys to our place to come and go?” Slowly, mostly to savour the moment and the feel of her, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her forward towards him, and off the door frame, but then thought better of it and began walking her backwards into the kitchen. The counter was barely in view, when he picked her up and set her down on it, which made her somewhat taller than him for once. Looking up at her, he smiled and pecked her lips. “I’m happy to be home,” he told her between kisses. And he fully meant it.