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Opinions from total strangers take me out of my ways I try and see who's there on the other end of the shade dylan dass ( fc: henry golding ) rush cameron ( fc: avan jogia )

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Sinking down into an empty seat, Paige leant a little towards the person beside her, trying not to crowd their space but also in need of a tiny favor from them. “Oblige me for just a second, will you?” She muttered, eyes darting over to where she’d been sitting only moments before up at the bar. “That guy up there, with the red shirt, seems to think I owe him a date because he went and saw one of my films twice and I might have panicked and told him I was already on a date with you. Sorry about that.”

dylan was minding his business, checking his phone to make sure that the meeting was still happening.  “oh, sweetheart. you need to learn to just be honest with sleaze balls.” dylan says, taking a sip for his drink and leaning back so she wasn’t too close. ‘but. i can’t help you. i’m waiting for someone. you might want to go tell him you don’t go out with.... poor.... fans or whatever he wants to call himself.” after a small pause he talks again. “also there’s security in here. go to one of them if you’re feeling unsafe. i’m not going to mess up my business because of you.”

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SMS * / PRINCE & DYLAN.

PRINCE: at least it wasn't YOUR COUCH this time

PRINCE: as hilarious as i think that would be, all this questioning going around has me slightly cautious

DYLAN: you're telling me? getting that couch cleaned was a ordeal to say the least.

DYLAN: tell them it's from an animal you were pet sitting and it got hurt.

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SMS * / PRINCE & ??

PRINCE: question of the night,

PRINCE: if a carpet that May or May Not have blood stains on it is being replaced how does one Not alarm the people replacing the carpet?

PRINCE: i am 100% asking for a friend btw

DYLAN: you're... stupid.

DYLAN: obviously you tell them you just committed a murder and you need the get the evidence removed.

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    HE’S  SUPPOSED  TO  BE  RUNNING  ERRANDS,  but  a  huge  gust  of  wind  has  put  them  on  hold.  the  designs  that  are  supposed  to  be  in  camille’s  hands  in  an  hour  are  whisked  away  in  an  instant.  harvey  panics,  shouting  at  the  paper  as  if  it  will  listen.  his  cheeks  are  a  bright  crimson  and  he’s  nearly  out  of  breath  by  the  time  he  reaches  the  object,  multiple  streets  away  from  where  he  needs  to  be.  ❝  f-fuck,  ❞  he  hisses,  nearly  falling  onto  the  ground  and  bumping  into  someone  as  he  stumbles.  his  head  is  in  a  daze  and  harvey  realizes  he’s  lost  his  glasses.  ❝  god,  i’m  so  sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  to  bump  into  you  —  have  you  seen  a  pair  of  glasses,  by  the  way?  ❞

rush was on his way to a coffee shop for a meeting with his agent. he wanted to talk about “reviving” his career. he turns the corner and someone bumps right into him. “what the fuck.” rush says a little TOO loud. he really didn’t mean to say it, shit happens. plus, he wasn’t really in the mood to fight someone. “it’s whatever, dude.” rush picks up a pair of glasses that landed by his feet. “here. you good?”

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crow, flannel, & pumpkin

which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

“probably math. i can’t do math to save my life.”

have you ever gone on a bad date?

“are there people who haven’t? even if they say they haven’t they have. they’ve just been the one that was terrible.”

do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

“good. as you get older too people chip away at that good nature and then... well. you figure out the rest.”

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maple

is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

“i’ve always wished my parents enrolled me into more sports as a kid. i was never a jock.... or very athletic, to be honest. now my bones are too fragile to try to play football.”

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“ I’M NOT A PITY CASE , DYL , ” prince speaks , though there’s no tone of annoyance to his voice at all. he’s tired from the fight and it makes him feel INCAPABLE of simple things. “ i don’t need you buying me things and i’m sure it’s in there. if not , i can take CARE of it. ” he adds on , shaking his head. “ i’m not going to the hospital because they WOULD ask questions. coming in covered in blood ? they need to know what happened , d. that’s kinda the point of hospitals. i’m not going. i can stitch myself back up if needed. ” a terrible skill to have learned , but he learned it. the glance doesn’t go unnoticed , but prince doesn’t comment. he decides to just leave it alone. “ you were gonna try to INJURE me again and i’m already injured. ” he points out , though he’s got a DOPY smile on his face while he’s speaking , keeping his hand gently resting on the other wrist , but giving slack so he can move. “ thanks , dyl. ” he speaks softly , thumb rubbing gently against his wrist. “ sorry if i freaked you out i just – didn’t know who would drop everything — ” literally , “ to take care of me. ”

“shut up. i’m allowed to buy you something without it being pity. i don’t a pity a man with WEALTH or a man BLEEDING on my couch.” he ca tell prince is tired, he’d seen it a thousand and one times. droopy eyes and more irritable than normal. “i’ll check, p. but if not I’LL take care of it.” a  i’ll take care of you is unspoken. “and we won’t fight about it. remember i know how to make you WEAK.” it’s not suppose to sound so.... sexual. but dylan’s tone, the thickness in his voice almost implies it. he shakes his head as he listens to prince talk about going to a doctor. he wants to say so much but he won’t. take care of yourself, let me take care of you, stop this, i hate seeing you so hurt it would just fall on deaf ears with how stubborn his best friend is. “mm, i dont recall trying to hurt you. in fact... that doesn’t even sound like something i would do to my best friend, prince. i think you’re making that up.” he smiles and gets closer without being in prince’s lap.  "you don’t have to thank me, p.” he rests his knee on the sofa, now ALMOST in his best friend’s lap. “it’s okay. what are best friends for?”

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hello here is my second garbage child!!! pls like this or hmu on here or my discord ( my leg #2835 ) so we can plot or continue plotting!!!!!

「 ☆  ━ avan jogia, cismale, twenty-six. it seems like everyone knows about arush ‘rush’ cameron, the observant disgraced child actor that i actually heard is pretty selfish. he has been living in the city for three years, and they always remind me of impulse tattoos and sleepless nights. actually, they’ve sort of ruined california by yungblud for me, since they’re always playing it.   /   ash, 22, est, she/her.

rush was a BIG child star, starring in tv shows and movies. honestly think mary kate and ashley fame. he was everywhere. even when he was in his teen years he was doing things. until he was 17. when he turned 17 videos and photos leaked of rush at a party, drinking and smoking and making out. the show that he had was immediately canceled. he had a few guest starring rolls and a few movie rolls. but he hasn’t had anything stable since. 

( tw drugs & alcohol abuse ) the only stable thing that rush knows is his drug and alcohol addictions. he’s just a god damn mess man. he was into certain drugs before he turned 18. but after his scandal he got into both very heavily. now it’s just habit.

he’s isolated himself from all of his friends and family three years ago which is why he’s in ny now. 

he also almost never sleeps so he always looks like he needs a nap.

pls love him 

this is so short im sorry. he’s just a disaster. 

connections

look i want people who actually truly care about rush that he just pushes off and tries to ignore

EXES ( most probably ended badly but i assume one would be like wow hes a mess ) ( males and females thanks yooou!!!)  

coworkers from his acting days!

fellow childhood actors

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autumnal asks

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

bonfire - describe your dream house.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date? 

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?

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            “  I  HAPPENED  TO  HEAR  A  LITTLE  RUMOR  ABOUT  YOU.  ”  black  shades  dip  down  the  bridge  of  her  nose,  daphne’s  coral  lips  curling  into  an  almost  menacing  smirk.  “  i  never  believe  gossip,  but  where  there’s  smoke  …  ”

“well...” dylan paused. “there are a lot of rumors about me so you’re going to have to start giving me specifics. however, i will say none of them are true. but i love hearing the crazy nonsense that the media likes to come up with. so, please. entertain me.”

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“ I’M NOT EXACTLY SURE WHERE MY PHONE IS , ” prince starts with a dry chuckle , hoping it’s in his backpack that he dropped by the door on the way in. “ in my PACK , maybe , but i dropped it on the way in. ” he adds. “ sometimes i just dump some vodka on them. ” prince states , completely serious despite it sounding like a joke. “ ouch - jesus , dyl ! relax. ” his eyebrows stitch into a frown , jaw flexing when the pressure is released. “ i can’t just tell them not to hit me , it’s a fight. i just got paired up with someone half my size. they do it on purpose , i’m the only one who actually puts up a fight. ” he explains , shaking his head. “ you’re fucking soft. ” he responds , hand gripping around dylan’s wrist so he can’t apply pressure to his cut again. “ BUT , i’m not unwelcome to it. i’m bleeding on your couch , you can be fucking soft. just shut up and fix me. it hurts. ”

“i’ll look for your phone when you stop bleeding. or just buy you a new one.” dylan said, lightly tapping the cloth against prince’s skin again. “you shouldn’t do that.” he doesn’t care if prince is being serious or if he’s joking. dylan tried not to take everything too serious, but he takes the well being of his family-- of prince VERY seriously. “they used to do that during the civil war before modern medicine was a thing. there are advancements and you have money to go to the hospital to get patched up. don’t really think they’ll ask you any questions.” when prince takes his wrist he stops moving. he was about to protest about being soft until prince interrupts him.  “i am fixing you,” his voice comes out softer than he wanted to and his eyes quickly flicker to prince’s lips before darting back to his friends eyes. “or at least i’m trying but someone is holding my wrist,” dylan has a small smile on his lips. his free hand makes it way to the other man’s cheek, being careful not to touch anything that would hurt.

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NOW , PRINCE DIDN’T MEAN TO ALARM DYLAN , but his body was weak and he knew he should have someone help him. given , he wasn’t badly hurt ; he would be fine without actual medical attention , but there was still a troubling amount of blood due to prince choosing the couch over trying to clean himself up in the bathroom. “ hey , RELAX.  i’m not dying .” easy and almost ironic for prince to be urging. “ it’s not as bad as it looks , i’m just fucking tired or else i’d do it myself. can you just – ” he WINCES slightly as the cloth moves over his cuts. “ get these cleaned up and i’ll see if i need to stitch anything up. ” he relaxes , finally , letting dylan clean his face. there weren’t many people he’d let in this close , but he was happy to have his best friend. he was happy to have someone not ashamed or SCARED of what prince got into. then again , not a lot of people actually knew the specifics of why prince always had bruises and cuts. “ i don’t want you to be worried , dyl. don’t get SOFT on me now. like i said , it’s worse then it looks. promise. ” he sighs out , looking up at the other. “ thank you. sorry to show up like this. ”

dylan tried his hardest not to look VISIBLY shaken. he assumed it wasn’t working because of how prince told him to relax. “you should have called me. i would have been home sooner.” he said, gently cleaning his friends cuts. ‘should i get alcohol for these?” he rested his hand on prince’s cheek once the cut was cleaned up. “you have to start winning these things, p. or at least tell them to stop hitting that pretty boy face of yours.” he ran his thumb over his cheek, hovering over his cut. “shut the fuck up or i’ll make you scream.” he threaten, pressing the cloth a little TOO hard on a cut, just enough for it to sting but nothing more. “i’m not soft. but i do worry about you. doesn’t make me fucking soft, asshole....... yeah, well.” dylan sighed, dropping his hand. “not to sound soft but you can come to me any time. i’ll always fix you up.”

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brooklyn’s eyebrows went high in alarm as the man spoke. “excuse me?” she parroted back in disbelief. “just who do you think you are to speak to me like that? frankly, no matter how you speak to anyone with that tone it’s incredibly rude. have i overestimated in calling you an assistant when you’re clearly just an intern who doesn’t know how to respond to a guest. anyone above that pay grade would now how to politely correct someone, but judging by your supremely tacky shoes, you’re not there yet.”

dylan didn’t even bat an eye at the girl as she spoke. “you must be ignorant or stupid to think that i’m an intern. either you don’t read magazines, watch the news or your head is too large to consume anymore knowledge. feel free to tell me which it is, by the way. i’m DYING to know.” he looked down at his shoes and then grinned. “if you think insulting my shoes is going to hurt my feelings you have another thing coming. i’m not a child.”

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IF THERE WERE A LIST OF WAYS to keep prince out of trouble , there was one with an asterisk next to it: dylan dass. his best friend , his FAVORITE person. sometimes , dylan kept him wound down , settled. and then , of course , there were the times that dylan got dragged right into trouble with him. this , however , was not one of those times. when prince got himself wrapped up into things ( bad fights , bad trouble , etc. ) , he knew he could go to dylan. whichever was , of course , why he was found on dylan’s couch , trying to keep his bloodied hands and face from ruining dylan’s couch and carpet as he waited for the other to get home. he had let himself in , thanks to the spare key , but hadn’t bothered texting ( did he even know where his phone was ? ) because he knew dylan , likely , wouldn’t mind. when he needed help , dylan was his help. the sound of the door brought a sigh to his lips , calling out so dylan wouldn’t be startled. “ if the blood trail didn’t give it away , i’m here. welcome home. ” he CHUCKLES out. “ got my ass kicked. you have any , uh — bandaids or something ? ” 

dylan wasn’t expecting any company so on his way home dylan made a few stops. a new suit, some toilet paper, and dinner. he THOUGHT he had made the right decision in making the stops until he noticed his door was unlocked.... and... was that blood? he wasn’t alarmed, he knew this could only mean ONE thing. he opened the door and before he could open his mouth to say something he heard his best friends voice. “bandaids? jesus, p. why do you nee--” he stopped dead in his tracks, dropping everything that was in his hands and immediately going over to prince. there were very FEW people that dylan cared for outside of his family and prince was one of them. actually, prince was the FIRST person that dylan cared for outside of his family, which made prince more important any other friend he had no matter what. he inspected prince’s wounds before going to get a wash cloth. “i don’t know what to do.” he admitted, his voice shaky as he pressed the wet cloth to his best friends bleeding cuts. he knew what prince was into of course, had seen him fight. but that didn’t mean he had to LIKE seeing his friend hurt like this. 

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the bright lights of the studio flashed periodically as brooklyn sat before the camera. brooklyn loved photo-shoots, she loved being the center of attention, it fed into her endless desire to be adored. “excuse me?” she said stepping out of the set. “could someone be a dear and get me a la croix, i’ll reimburse you.”

dylan hated the atmosphere that came with photoshoots,  the studio was cold and impersonal. people actually wanted their picture taken in one of these? he couldn’t understand it but he was happy for his friend, which was the only reason he was there. it had been forever since he and his photographer friend saw each other, and two were going to meet up after dylan’s business meeting but it ended early so here he was. standing in the studio. he was about to go over to his friend when he was stopped. “excuse me? do i look like a fucking assistant to you?”