Sevens years down the road has took a different route than Therese thought was possible. From having the worst four years in high school, she can finally say she's happy. Being married to the woman who she thought she'd never have, she's the happiest she's been until now. But, sometimes happiness doesn't last long when something goes wrong. Therese thought she had it bad before, wait until she's faced with an even bigger thing that might just make that "happiness" slip through her hands. A/n: The story is not mine!! I'm only converting it into a Belivaird story because I think it's awesome! All credits go to @callmeCRAZY8 . The original story's title is Mrs. Shuler (Book 2).

Ella and y/n were friends since Ella moved with her parents to the house next to y/n's. Y/n's parents weren't very present in her life, they were always in high society parties or busy with some kind of work, so she passed all days in Ella's house, when she didn't have etiquette classes that's it. Ella's father married again after some years of her mother's death, she says that her stepmother is cold and cruel to her and her stepsisters are not very good too, but with the love of her father and her dear best friend besides her is all she needs. ~°~ Hello! If you're here from tiktok, well you guessed, I'm writing a fanfic about Lady Tremaine and y/n :) This will be a slow-burn story where y/n will break the walls and the cold exterior of Lady Tremaine, but what will be Ella's reaction when she discovers that her best friend likes the person who's been making her life a living hell? Hmm stay with me and discover hahaha For the record, with this story I do mean the ✨gays✨ and not the gaze ;) hehehe

I pointed to the cardboard boxes under the table, "All packed. It's my last day." Then I continued packing quietly, my hands bathing in the soft orange glow of dusk that illuminated the place I called home for six years. The warm and familiar scent of carpentry, dried paint, and electric cable coatings filled my nostrils, sending a jolt of pain to my heart. Minutes must have passed before she spoke up: "Don't go, Edith." "Is there something else you need help with?" "No," she stepped closer and put one hand on my cardboard box, "I mean, don't leave the company. Not yet..." The stunned look on my face and my inability to speak must've made an impact on her, because I heard a word that I never thought would come out of her mouth. "...please." ----- When Edie, a twenty-something theater administrator, is offered the chance to interview for a promotion, she jumps at it. Except the board forgot to tell her that she's up against a Hollywood power couple gunning for the same job: Artistic Director of the Sydney Theatre Company. Cate Blanchett x OC. F/F. Enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, eventual smut, the whole nine yards of human emotions.

The woman had her back to you, and you could make out her strong shoulders and trim waist under her pantsuit. She was clad in all black just like you, except that her outfit was tailored meticulously around her tall figure whereas yours hung loosely around your gangly frame. "I believe they gave you water out in the hall," her velvety voice filled the resonant cavity of her office, "so please lie down." You immediately spotted the plush, upholstered leather couch on your right hand side, clearly designed to host larger bodies than your 17-year-old self. Before you lay down, you attempted to catch a peek of her face, but she never gave you the satisfaction by turning around. "I heard a lot about you from your father. Can you tell me in your own words why you're here today?" "I'm sick in the mind," you said blankly, "and he would like you to cure it." "What kind of sickness?" "Of the sapphic variety."

You're a young ambitious photographer. For the last few months you've been busy working on your own project, where you've had the opportunity to work with several actors. Having almost reached the end, you have one more person to work with, Cate Blanchett. Upon meeting her, she completely mesmerizes you. Are you able to set your fascination aside and get the job done?

You thought working for Cate Blanchett would be incredible, not only are you a huge fan of hers but it would be an incredible learning opportunity. Sometimes dreams can turn into nightmares. Will you ever be able to win her over? Disclaimer: the mentions of Andrew are not my feelings towards him, I have nothing but respect for Sir Upton in my house, this is pure fiction. 😊

The bedroom door was wide open. "So. It is you." It was barely 6:30pm, the room was dimly lit, and Cate was wearing a lavender nightdress, reclined on an upholstered chaise longue. A cigarette lay fresh in the ashtray on her nightstand, a flimsy wisp of smoke rising from the end. The image floored me. It evoked my early childhood memories of watching the first ever indie movies starring Gena Rowlands in the 70s, the rebellious and gritty spirit of them, and the reasons why I fell in love with cinema as a preteen. ----- An aspiring young film executive encounters Cate Blanchett at a prestigious screening. Financial interests prevent their relationship from becoming anything more than strictly professional. A 'sub' request changes everything. Cate Blanchett x OC. Contains a little smut, maybe fluff, and definitely Hollywood glamor.

| Cate Blanchett x OC | Twenty-one year old Alex Willow knew that serving the Blanchett family as their Au Pair would come with challenges, but she didn't anticipate that one of those battles would be fought against her own heart. Inspired by The Sound of Music ♡