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."

"Have you ever been with a woman, Thalia?" Her deep voice sent chills rocketing up my spine. I picked at the skin of my nails, her question making me anxious, throwing me off guard. She waited patiently, genuine interest flashing in those blue eyes of her. The truth was I'd never been with a woman, I'd never been with anyone, period. I'd never wanted to be with anyone, then she came along and I hadn't wanted anything more than to be with her. Nothing else mattered. Except from the fact I couldn't be with her. "No," the word came out quietly, my eyes looking down at the polished wooden floor of her bedroom. "Ah," she said simply and then put down her glass of whiskey. "Would you like to be with a woman?" And she quirked a perfect eyebrow and smiled deviously at me. ~ Flung into a scandalous situation, torn between desires, morals and the need to write an interesting story. Thalia never did get anything she wanted easily. After all, involving herself with a celebrity was never going to be simple. ~ *WARNINGS* Contains: ~ Strong language ~ Sexual themes ~ Note: I fully respect Cate and Andrew, this is a work of pure fiction. No matter how their relationship is presented in this book they are still real people who love each other very much. Also the art/pictures in the cover are not mine, neither is Cate in case there was any confusion lmao. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!!!

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.

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔!❞ ៸៸ ʬʬ.elcome ⇢ ARCANE fans ⁾ ゛ 一 ᯭ ˓˓ a Sevika x fem!reader fic ᩬ 🧚‍♂️ ‹ nsfw ｡ 11.04.24 ꜜ wlw ⸼ ⸼ ⸼ ⸼ [ sevika x fem!reader] [mature content] [lesbian]

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?