Private: Oh. Right. Well. I don't know. I let you in. I fell in love and then I felt betrayed. You... hurt me, Anya. And I don't know how to get past all of these feelings. I've never felt this way about someone before. I want to hate you but I can't.
Exactly and I think we'd make an amazing show together and more time with you also working - uh, yes please! I think we'd take this task really well. I'm down for a show or mini-series that has people craving more like with The Queen's Gambit. We just need to be one something amazing together soon. You're not wrong and I'm going to enjoy all the time off I get whenever I have it. He is a daft, but he's my daft, okay? That is now my favorite saying, this is why I enjoy talking to you, Anya. I'm going to chase the thrill, how can I resist? I'm curious like a cat after all.
a show with us together? oh, that would be the stuff of legends, wouldn't it? two powerhouse dames setting the screen alight โ i'm all in! we'd have the audience at the edge of their seats, begging for just one more episode. and with your knack for choosing roles, i've no doubt it'd be a smash hit. cherish the time off, love. it's the pauses between the notes that make the music, or so they say. and as for your 'daft' โ well, we've all got one. keeps life interesting. if they weren't a bit daft, we'd have nothing to laugh about at the end of the day. you've got the spirit! chase that thrill. life's too short for caution. i mean, within reason โ don't go chasing lions on safari or anything. but a little curiosity? thatโs the very essence of living.
Private: youโre still married - I donโt know what else there is to explain. I told you that I canโt be in a relationship with someone who was already in one. Not that we were offical or anything but still. Youโre fucking married. I saw the pap photos.
PRIVATE: actually, i was married but not anymore. not after losing you for the second time. i'm truly sorry about those paparazzi photos. i was honestly just closing an important chapter in my life and he and i are still friends. i'm truly sorry for hurting you. i never imagined this would happen; i was obviously foolish. i just... didn't realize how i felt about you until one day i woke up and realized i wanted you to be mine, and for me to be yours. only yours. i fucking fell in love with you, maddi. i miss you terribly. for fuck's sake, what can i do to make things right?
I had worked with Charlie previously, I had a little part on Always Sunny like the year before. I mean Jen and I are really close anyway, we started joking that we were work-married because we did another movie where our characters kind of got together in the end, then we did Meet The Millers too where we pretended to be married and then actually got together in the end, I think I slept with her in one of the Horrible Bosses movies too I don't remember if it was the first or the second. On a personal level she is one of my dearest friends, she's been super supportive of me through some of my most troubling times and my darkest hours. Queen's Gambit? Really? That's interesting. Was there something about it you didn't like, if you don't mind me asking? Oh it's my sister, yeah it's very important to her. She was a nun for years, she used to live in Italy, then she stopped wearing the habit and she found a new path. You're right with that one, she's hosting the Olivier awards too now, the woman is everywhere. She's unstoppable. You definitely have the right impression on little Juno, she has a great head on her shoulders, a flawless actor, simply phenomenal, her work ethic is incredible but she was just born for this kind of thing. She's so likable.
working alongside jen is an absolute hoot, isn't it? the chemistry you two must share could practically set the screen ablaze โ metaphorically speaking, of course, although that would certainly be quite the sight. the way you speak about her, it's clear she's more than just a co-star; she's a real lifeline. it's quite special, really. i have to confess, 'meet the millers' is one of my absolute favorite comedies. it's simply brilliant. as for 'the queen's gambit,' i must assure you, i hold no particular disdain for the series. i truly loved it and felt deeply passionate about beth, my character, for whom i will forever be grateful. however, my most cherished project to work on was 'last night in soho' โ the costumes, the hairstyles, my co-stars! it was an absolute delight. your sister hosting the olivier awards? that's fantastic! from playing a nun to becoming a prominent figure in the theatre community โ now that's a plot twist worthy of its own three-act play. it's truly inspiring how she has carved out such a diverse path for herself. and juno โ well, talent like hers is rare, but when combined with a good head and a solid work ethic, it's unbeatable. it's heartening to hear that she's just as wonderful off-screen as she is on it. in this industry, it's easy for one to lose their way.
Disclaimer that I'm watching Furiosa just so I can stare at you the whole time. I've never even seen Mad Max and I'm not a huge fan of action movies in general, but for you, I'd do anything. How have you been, my love? It's been so long. / @anyajcsephin
i'm relieved you're not tuning in for chris; i'd totally get it. please don't bother watching if it's not your thing. i'd rather have you dedicate three hours of your hectic life to me in person than spend them in front of a screen. i've been... yeah, all right. and what about you, queen of the universe?
Private: So, when were you going to tell me you were still married? Didnโt know 2023 was still continuing into January and fucking over. How lovely. @anyajcsephin
It's so nice as an actor when you get yourself on a project that you can carry fond memories with forever, isn't it? Even if it's not because of the project itself but the people. For me, I loved working on Horrible Bosses because I just got to screw around with my best friends... Jennifer has been one of my dearest friends for years, and years, and I was a big fan of Jason and I already had worked with Charlie on Always Sunny the year before. Although my toe was in the acting pool at that point, Horrible Bosses was my breakout movie so it'll always be special. What was yours would you say? Was it Split? She's very much a spiritualist, she does a lot of ancestral work so it's so important for her that her respective homes are close to our roots so she can keep our ancestors and her guides close. You're so right. She's going to be one of the hosts at the Emmy's next week, she's beyond excited and so am I. I can't wait to see her on stage. Have you ever worked with Juno? She really is a diamond.
you've hit the nail on the head there. it's the people that make the project a gem, not just the script or the set. it's like finding a family you never knew you had, innit? 'horrible bosses' for you, that's a corker of a story. you and jennifer and the gang just mucking about and making movie magic. you can't fake that kind of chemistry. for me? oh, it's hard to pin down just one, but i'd say the project that really felt like a turning point had to be the queenโs gambit. it was a game changer for me, even though it wasnโt my favourite one.ย your friend, the spiritualist, sounds like a proper intriguing character. keeping close to your roots, that's something i respect. makes you grounded. hosting the emmy's? that's a big gig! i bet she'll knock 'em dead. i always say, give a woman the right stage and sheโll conquer the world. juno? oh, she's a treat, that one. never had the pleasure of working with her, but i've met her at a few dos, and she's always been a hoot. real salt of the earth, that one. you can tell she doesn't let the fame muck with her head. keep those kinds around, theyโre rarer than a quiet pub on a friday night.
I'm seeing a nice thriller maybe? Could do a horror thing even? I think a show would be amazing, more time we could spend together. Honestly, I'd do any genre with you - just hoping for a few movies or a show, even if it's a mini-series, mostly. I'm glad to hear you say all of that and already considering going there for a vacation next chance I get. Definitely, I have to while I have it as for me, it's definitely rare. I do, and I might just have to accept I'll never know or convince him another way. I couldn't agree more.
i reckon a show would be a laugh, too. more time to stir up trouble and keep the audience on their toes, eh? we could really dive deep, get under the character's skin. a mini-series could be a sweet spotโlike a long movie, but with cliffhangers that'll have 'em biting their nails waiting for next week. vacation sounds brilliant. you've got to grab life by the biscuits, haven't you? life's too short for 'what ifs' and 'someday i'lls.' and that bloke you're on about, if he's daft enough not to see what's in front of him, his loss, sweetheart. you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it dance the tango, can you? you're spot on, sometimes you've just got to accept things and keep marching. life's a stage, and i'm not one for dull performances. so, what's your plan then? going to chase the thrill or play it safe?
SUMMARY: anya and maddison's tender friendship faced a test when anya's unresolved divorce came to light.
MENTIONS OF: @maddisonhills
anya's gentle parting kiss with maddison was a delicate whisper of a touch, as tender and fleeting as a soft breeze on a summer's day. it was a kiss that held within it the silent promise of a reunion and as anya pulled back, the lightness of her laughter seemed to bridge the gap between them, weaving a thread of joy through the air. maddison brought a brightness to her life that she hadn't realized was missing, painting her days with vibrant strokes of happiness and companionship. in the wake of her marriageโs gentle dissolution, anya had held onto a kernel of hope, a steadfast belief in the enduring power of love. the marriage that had once been a beacon of shared dreams and aspirations had, over time, become two ships gradually drifting in different directions. but even as the sails of her relationship with malcolm had unfurled, she had refused to let the tides of disappointment douse her inner flame.
the australian returnal into her life was like the sudden, brilliant flare of a comet streaking across the night skyโunexpected and mesmerizing. maddison didn't just enter her life; she charged into it, bringing an energy that was as revitalizing as it was intense. as their bond deepened, anya realized that she wanted maddison to hold her heart, not just in the fleeting moments but in every beat that followed. in her homeland of argentina, the vast landscape seemed to mirror the expanse of her feelings, each one magnifying under the endless sky. malcolm, her soon-to-be ex-husband, was now a softly fading memory, a presence dissolving in the light of a new day. she knew that once she returned to the united states, she would finalize the divorce, untangling the last threads of a marriage that had already unraveled, allowing her to step forward into a future with maddi.
excitement bubbled within the argentine as she anticipated their evening together. maddi's knack for planning promised a night to be remembered, a night that could redefine their relationship. she cherished even the simplest moments with the woman, whether wrapped up in each other's arms or lost in a movie marathon. but tonight, she sensed, would be something more. anya had decided that tonight, she would ask maddi to make their relationship officialโto be her girlfriend, not just in whispered confessions and understanding glances, but in a commitment spoken aloud. the thought sent a thrilling shiver through her, laced with both nervousness and elation.
the empanada shop was a haven, a place where warmth and laughter bubbled as freely as the oil in which the empanadas fried. the cook's banter, the exchange of storiesโit all reminded anya of the vibrant spirit of her people. this spirit, this vivacious energy, was something that she carried within herself, a constant flame that burned bright regardless of where she was in the world. clutching a takeout box filled with the comforting taste of home, anya walked back, her mind preoccupied with plans for the evening. but upon her return, the room's unexpected silence greeted her like a cold gust of wind. the absence of her belongings struck a discordant note in her heart. panic, like a startled bird, took flight within her, and she frantically looked for any sign of maddi, any clue to explain her sudden disappearance. the sharp sting of reality hit the blond as she saw the other's missing items. tears, unbidden, welled up and spilled over, as a maelstrom of emotions engulfed her. she reached for her phone, her lifeline to maddi, only to be met with the harsh finality of a disconnected call. text messages were sent into the void, unanswered, increasing her sense of desperation.
her eyes fell on the divorce papers that lay unfiled among her things, their presence an unvoiced indictment. they were a remnant of a chapter in her life that she was ready to close, yet their visibility now seemed like a betrayal to maddison. they represented a truth not shared, a conversation that had never happenedโa secret kept not out of malice but from a misplaced belief that there was still time. self-blame engulfed anya. she hadn't meant to deceive her; her silence had erected an unseen wall between them. desperate to make things right, she booked the next available flight to los angeles, tears marking her cheeks as she contemplated the possibility of losing maddi before she could explain herself.
the actress was prepared to lay her heart bare to the australian, to show that her past was just thatโpastโand that her present and future were bound to her alone. but the lingering question of 'too late' haunted her thoughts, a ghost whispering of missed chances and unfulfilled futures. her heart ached for the opportunity to explain that the divorce was merely a procedural step, that her true intentions and affections lay certainly.
anya sat in the cramped airplane seat, her knees almost touching the back of the seat in front of her. the hum of the aircraft's engines was a monotonous backdrop to the cacophony of her own thoughts. her heart felt like a lead weight in her chest, heavy with the sorrow of the australian's absence, and the fear that it might now be permanent. she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, but her mind was relentless, replaying the moments leading up to her departure over and over. she loved her, truly loved her. not in the way one loves a sunset or a fleeting moment of joy, but with a profound, all-encompassing love that reshaped her entire world. maddison had become her confidante, her solace, her exhilaration. the realization that she might have squandered the chance to share her life with this incredible woman gnawed at her insides.
the flight attendant's voice crackled over the intercom, a reminder to fasten seatbelts as they prepared for landing, but anya barely registered the words. her mind was consumed by maddi's smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed, how she looked at her as if she was the only person in the world.
she found herself directing the taxi to a nearby hotel nearl LAX. her mind was a tempest of regret and longing, a tumultuous sea that threatened to drown her. the hotel room was nondescript, with the impersonal feel that suggested a thousand transient souls had passed through it, each with their own stories and sorrows. anya sat on the edge of the bed, the stiff sheets crinkling beneath her. the room was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner, a sound that seemed to underscore her isolation.
she drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, staring out of the window at the city lights. they twinkled indifferently, a stark contrast to the darkness she felt enveloping her heart. anya had traveled thousands of miles, crossed continents and oceans, only to end up alone in a hotel room, separated from the woman she loved by more than just physical distance. she thought of maddison, of the love that had blossomed between them, so vibrant and full of promise. how could she have been so careless with something so precious? the realization that she had allowed her past to intrude upon her present, to taint her future with her, was a bitter pill to swallow. with a heavy sigh, anya pulled out her phone. she composed a message to maddison, her fingers hesitant and unsure. but as she began to type, the words flowed from her like a dam breaking:
"i need you to know that i am consumed with regret for not being honest with you about the divorce. it's the shadow of a past that i thought was behind me, but i see now that i was wrong to keep it from you. i love you, maddison. more than i've ever loved before. you've brought light into my life when i didn't even realize i was standing in the dark. i understand if you can't forgive me, if you choose to walk away. but before you decide, i needed to tell you the truth. i am staying at the [hotel name]. i will be here, hoping for a chance to explain, to apologize, to make this right. if you want to see me, i'll be waiting. if not, then please just know that i wish you all the happiness in the world, and i am so sorry that i may have caused you pain.
yours, always,
anya"
she hit send, her heart thudding unevenly as the message disappeared into the ether. now it was up to the other, if she'd ever receive the message. she would wait, hope, and face the long night ahead. curling up on the bed, she let the tears come, a silent release for all the words she hadn't said when she had the chance. the night stretched on, and anya lay in the darkness, waiting for a reply that might never come, a heart full of love and a soul brimming with regret.
Pretty sure he will tell us both to fuck off if am being honest, what you don't think i would protect you? Just ask Eija, she always hides behind me when we do stuff like that, benefits of having a 6 foot 4 man around, i am, doing a bit of working before flying back to Sweden.
i have no doubt he'd tell us to sod off with all the grace of a bull in a china shop. but that's alright. we're not exactly the type to wilt like wallflowers at a few choice words. and you, my towering protector, i've no doubt you'd be the shield against any storm. with you creating a human fortress, we'd be invincibleโlike a modern-day hadrian's wall, just with more swearing and less ancient ruins. bless her, i can just picture her peeking out from behind you like a meerkat on the lookout. it's all about having the right allies in your corner, especially when you're stirring up a bit of mischief. working before flying back to sweden? sounds like you're squeezing in a last bit of hustle before swapping it for meatballs and abba. can't say i blame you. there's something about tying up loose ends that makes the freedom of a trip feel all the more delicious. safe travels, and don't forget to send a postcardโor at least a cheeky photo with a viking helmet.
That is exactly it. And whilst Iโve not made any resolutions for the coming year, mostly because I deem that theyโre complete bullshit, that may be one of them. To not interfere with energy sucking vampires. If you say so. And I appreciate that you do, cause I rather doubt that everyone would agree that itโs so charming. After all, I couldnโt care less about the people that donโt find it charming, they are not worthy of my time. Would never change for anyone โ I would rather gag. Also your support for the spectacular firework you deem my actions to be in said time, is quite admirable. Forever grateful to have you on my side. If there even is such a thing as sides, but you get my point. Who could care about numb bums, when weโre making art worthy to be displayed in the National Arts gallery, am I right? - You certainly do have a point there. Botox would most likely become my enemy in this matter. I would lose myself if I went down that route. And the best part of me is that after all, me. Could not expect anything less from us. People think we moan about the rain and we must dread it at any time. When secretly it gives us the best of excuses to trail down to the nearest pub and give us the best of nights with people we know and donโt know. We make the best of memories โ often at times, all thanks to the rain. I can imagine. Am thrilled youโre getting some of that warmth darling. I canโt wait to swap the dusky grey skies for blue ones at any given moment.
you get me, don't you? starting the day without a spot of drama would be like a cuppa without a biscuitโpointless and unsatisfying. and resolutions? might as well promise to fly to the moon on wings made of cheeseโcharming in a storybook, but in real life? just a quick way to set yourself up for a fall. you're right about those energy vampires, they can sod off. life's too short to dance with dementors who drain your spirit. charm's in the eye of the beholder! we're not here to please the crowdโjust to steal the show when it counts. staying true to oneself is the ultimate performance, no need for a script or a rehearsal. as for art, absolutelyโlife's the canvas, and we're here throwing color around like we're jackson pollock on a bender. who wants a numb bum from sitting still when you could be out there making waves? i'd rather leave a mark on the world than on a seat, thank you very much. give me the drama of a thunderstorm over a sunny day is lovely for a visit. but warmth forever. keeps life electric. but as for swapping skies, well, i'm always ready for a change of scenery. just say the word, and i'll be there, suitcase in one hand and a script in the otherโready to turn wherever we land into our own stage.
I'm going to be hoping for it. I miss seeing you. I'm sure we would, our talents are exactly what the world needs right now. We could make quite the duo in any project together. I'm glad to hear it. How's it feel being around Argentina again? I've going great, spending as much time with friends and loved ones I can before work takes over fully. I think I did for New Years, but my boyfriend won't show me what he record just tells me I was a beautiful mess.
you're a sweetheart for saying so. the idea of us teaming up is enough to get the old grey matter buzzing with ideas. comedy, drama, a bit of action-adventure โ we'd slay it, no question. the world wouldn't know what hit it. argentina is a breath of fresh air, there's an energy here. it's in the streets, the people, not biased here, the food. it's like coming back to an old friend who's got a new story to tell you every time. i'm chuffed to hear you're soaking up all that quality time with your loved ones. it's the real deal, that. as for your new year's antics, sounds like you've got yourself a bit of a mystery on your hands! a 'beautiful mess' is just code for living your best life, i reckon.
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