And what does head of news even mean anyhway that's a Fake job that somebody made up to get bianca to stay on the show the question is was it the host or tamar and which one would bianca listen to or was it both and what is happening here even #pondering
looking at you with my huge eyes. Hiii you should write a little biancamar maybe <3 as a treat <3
There's a bruise on Bianca's neck, tucked almost apologetically away against the hollow of her throat. It's the kind of thing that could pass for a shadow under the right conditions, except -- faintly green, two shades too dark, perfectly framing the freckle at its epicenter. No, not a shadow at all.
Tamar's mind keeps catching on it over the course of the filming day. She needs something to occupy herself in moments of dead air, after all. It might as well be this. She imagines someone else's lips sealing around a freckle on Bianca's neck. Kissing, licking, then biting and sucking. Rough the way Bianca wants it.
On set, Vic's laughing. One of those laughs that overtakes them sometimes and turns their eyes animal and wet, like something else is breaking through the mask of their face. Hiding it away behind their hands because they don't want the cameras seeing anything other than that fish-clammy fake grin they prefer.
Tamar watches them recover. One of her hands lands unconsciously against her own throat and presses the thin skin there between her fingers.
She knows Bianca sleeps with other people. Strangers at clubs, mostly. No one else consistent. Just Tamar.
She'd smiled when she'd told Tamar that. Like it was supposed to be flattering. Like Tamar is in a fucked-up, special category all her own. Bianca's coworker kind-of-boss, the only person she'll let fuck her with any frequency.
And the thing is -- it kind of worked, too. It made Tamar feel special, despite everything.
So it's not surprising that there's a hickey on Bianca's neck left by someone other than Tamar. It's maybe not surprising that Tamar's obsessing over it, either. Monogamy is... monogamy used to be something she valued, something she took for granted. She is too accustomed to knowing where her partners bodies have been.
***
That evening, she sits on the cushioned metal outdoor chair with the mismatched legs that Bianca's eternally-absent father keeps on the patio in the backyard.
"One of these days maybe I'll make a fire in the pit," Bianca says, bringing her a gin and tonic. "No one but you likes to sit out here. You know that, right?"
Tamar squints at her, backlit as she is by the setting sun. "I don't see why they would. It's a little fuckin' grim." Withered overgrown grass, the corpses of dandelions crawling out of crannies in the stonework, a stack of bricks abandoned in the shade of the cheap fence which borders the back alley. "I like being outdoors. Natural lighting."
"Yeah, well." Bianca steals a sip of Tamar's drink, lip curling. "It's, like, actually better for pollinators if you don't mow the lawn. So. I'm kind of saving the world here, babe."
I'm surprised Vic doesn't want a picture perfect garden, Tamar doesn't say. She chooses a different wasp's nest to swing at: "You have fun this weekend?"
"Huh?"
"Did you go out? Couple days ago?"
"Mm? I never have fun. You know that, 'Mar." Bianca smiles like it's a joke.
"News to me."
"Oh, don't pout. You know I --"
Tamar reaches out and touches the bruise on Bianca's neck.
"Um. Hi?"
"What's this?"
"What's -- what?"
"You have a hickey." Tamar squints accusingly up at her and leans closer. The rickety chair rocks forwards and she finds her fingers curling around Bianca's delicate throat; she forces them to relax into a gentle stroking motion. Pretty neck, all muscle and lovely moles. "Looks at least two days old. That sounds like fun. Right?"
Bianca just looks at her, kind of flat, kind of bored. Then she rests her hands on the back of Tamar's and gently manipulates her fingers to wrap around her throat.
"Okay. Okay. You alright?"
Bianca's done this before. Laid out on her laundry-strewn bed, nude heaving chest, grabbing Tamar's hand and forcing it here: I want you to choke me -- That's not safe, I've read studies -- It's fine. I promise it'll be fine -- No, no, I don't want to, baby. Tamar should probably break away before Bianca tries to make her do anything like that again. Before Bianca starts hissing like a frustrated animal over it again.
She kind of likes it now, though, like this. No violence, no danger. Just warm muscle vibrating under her palm.
"It's not a hickey."
So. That's a lie. "What, you run into a coat hanger?"
Bianca kneels and lays her cheek against Tamar's knee, keeping her hand carefully in place. "Something like that."
"Sure."
Bianca lets out a little puff of humorless laughter.
Tamar wonders what she's been doing with herself. She thinks maybe she knows. It's one of the things she doesn't allow herself to think about. There are a lot of things like that, lately: she's always been good at compartmentalizing. She thinks that trait of hers, more than any others, is what let her become a cheater. "What do you want, baby?"
Bianca hums. The vibration is sweet under Tamar's grip. She feels, now, an urge to squeeze. She swallows it down guiltily. "Kiss me?"
"What, you want me down there with you? On my old knees?"
"Shut up about your old knees," Bianca says, but she's laughing now, the promise of sex bringing her back to life. That kind of stings, actually -- that she only perks up now, after Tamar's spent almost half an hour trying to get the thinking-about-work expression off her face.
"I will not."
Bianca settles in Tamar's lap and plants her hands on her shoulders. Her eyebrows twist up into an expression Tamar can't tell is genuine or not. "If they're really bothering you that much --"
"They're not."
Bianca smiles radiantly.
Tamar thinks sometimes -- sometimes, she thinks she understands. If she was denied that smile, maybe something in her would break, too.
She presses a close-mouthed kiss against Bianca's lips, then her cheeks, then, hesitatingly, against the hollow of her throat where the hickey rests.
Bianca goes very still.
The skin is very soft and vulnerable here. Tamar noses against Bianca's throat and smiles as she bares herself more fully. She licks, searching out that freckle, but there's no texture to it.
The stillness continues: like Bianca's braced for something. Expecting a sharp bite.
Tamar can't seem to coax herself to bring her teeth into play. Whoever had left that mark had been reckless, to dig into somewhere so exposed.
She sucks gently, allows herself to nip.
It occurs to her that whoever it had been had known Bianca's body better than Tamar does, to have pinpointed that freckle with such precision.
Something ugly sparks inside her, and suddenly Tamar is biting down hard enough that Bianca lets out a sharp little cry and grips onto her shoulders.
"Sorry," Tamar says, but realizes she isn't.
Bianca blinks very rapidly. "Don't apologize."
This puzzle of a woman. Two weeks ago, she'd said something about corrupting Tamar. I don't want to ruin you. Look at you -- look at you. You're good.
Tamar isn't good. This whole mess is proof enough of that.
Bianca is changing her, though. She's not completely convinced that's a good thing.
"Let's take this inside," Bianca is saying, sharp-toothed, smiling. "Okay?"
Like she doesn't want the neighbors seeing. Like she's scared of gossip. It's funny -- of the two of them, Bianca's not the one cheating. She shouldn't have to worry about anyone but HR.
Yeah. Funny.
Tamar smiles. It comes easy, the way it always seems to around Bianca's good moods. "Okay."
tentatively introducing my rarepair to the masses .. hey guys. what if vic's stepdaughter and the director kissed.
so about a month ago a new interview with tamar levine (the director of vip who also has a huge hand in working with vic on the lore) came out where she implied that her, as a character in the vip universe, was very heavily considered as a part of host!vic's character progression and that she's an important part of the plot.
naturally i immediately became obsessed with vip!tamar as a character and also immediately began shipping her with bianca.
pretty much all of vip!tamar as a character is entirely made up by me and my friends (namely the lovely @bantersnatch and my darling boyfriend @owleanders) with some elements loosely informed by tamar's real life. here are the basics:
she is married with a young child
she started her career as a fashion photographer, eventually venturing into commercial directing and then being brought onto vip (this is also true of irl tamar)
her and host!vic do NOT get along. the host is very outwardly hostile towards her, while she manages to remain professional. to her, the host is just another problem that needs to be solved
her and bianca get along immediately, and their friendship progresses into a passionate affair towards the beginning of season 2
host!vic is not aware of this affair, but is still grossly jealous of bianca & tamar's perceived friendship
tamar doesn't want to fall in love, but she does. bianca wants to fall in love, but she can't. it's all wonderfully doomed
she is everything to me <3
hope you guys love her as much as i do ... she is essentially an oc but i'm very much hoping that she becomes more of a character as the show goes on !!
