Celebrity Pretend Relationship AU: Three Arguments
Their first fight is about craft services. He takes the last of the hot water that she wanted for tea, and she chases him down to give him lecture about the importance of her cuppa. He gives her an odd look, squeezing lemon–and just lemon!–into the styrofoam cup, like he’s taunting her.
“They can boil more water for you,” he says evenly.
“That’s not the point,” she huffs, put off by his lack of anger at her confrontation.
Cassian leans in, closing in on her personal space, and he almost jerks away until she remembers there are eyes on her. “Remember, we’re supposed to be pretending to fall in love on set,” he says. “This doesn’t look good.”
She grits back, “It’s a enemies to lovers thing then. People love that shit.”
He pulls back, but then reaches out and caresses her face, leaving her reeling in surprise. “If that’s how you want to play it.”
She finds a Starbucks instead and sucks down a skinny vanilla latte, still fuming, her cheeks still burning.
The second time they butt heads is off set.
“You lied to me!” she says at the entrance of his house in the Hills.
“You’re drunk,” he says tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “I’ve seen this before.” But she’s not drunk, and he knows that.
They’ve been fake dating for three weeks now, except it would seem that Cassian forgot about that part and was photographed kissing another woman during a hike earlier this afternoon.
“When you said to Bodhi that you couldn’t do join me for this charity drive this afternoon because you were feeling ill, you were, in fact, making out with yet another twenty-five year old at a dog park!”
“I was getting some air. I ran into an old girlfriend.”
“And found her tongue in your mouth?”
Even the crickets grow quiet at the pitch of Jyn’s anger.
“Are you jealous?” he asks incredulously, and sees her face shift from rage to shock to disdain.
“You humiliated me,” she says. “It doesn’t matter that this is fake. It’s real to everyone else. And when this gets into the tabloids, it’ll humiliate me again and again until this contract is over.”
“Come inside,” he tells her. “If we’re going to do this, let’s not draw more attention to it.”
She’s still furious, but she walks into his house.
“The event was important to me, Cassian. And you being there could have given it a lot more attention. And instead, all people are going to talk about when they talk about me tomorrow is not the charity work that I do, but that my fake boyfriend cheated on me.”
He hangs his head because he was in the wrong. “I’m sorry, Jyn.”
But she’s still burning, her green eyes almost black with rage.
“How do I make this up to you?’ He’s thinking maybe another charity event to make up for this, maybe dinner, a show of outward affection that can be leaked to the press–maybe her trailer full of flowers, but she surprises him again.
“Don’t think you can just talk your way out of this,” she says, and she leaves, slamming the door shut behind her.
The third time they get into a fight, he’s the one who’s angry.
They’re in the middle of an intense scene, one of the most intense in the movie, and the room they are in is intimate and small. Their characters–Laura and Javier, are in the middle of an argument, and the tension between them is high. On the fifth take, when Javier is jabbing his finger into Laura’s chest, screaming, Jyn goes rogue and flies off script. She makes Laura push Cassian’s Javier into a wall, and just when Cassian is trying to get back on script and roll with the punches, he feels her hands slide up his back under his shirt and her mouth hot and wet against his. She pulls away then, eyes gleaming, then continues with her lines as though nothing was different from the previous four times they had done this scene.
Draven’s cut sends Cassian into a fury, and he drags her by the arm off the set for a talk.
“What the hell was that?”
She smirks at him. “I was improvising. Draven said I should go with it if I found something I thought might work.” Jyn throws a look back at their director who apparently was happy with the take. “He said he hired me because I was good at that kind of thing. Seems like he was right.”
“That was unprofessional of you, Jyn!” Cassian seethes.
“Mr. By-the-Book angry?” she says, taunting him about his reputation for perfectionism on the set, for being stringent in his interpretation of his roles.
“If you want to improvise, you talk to me first! You don’t just do it!”
“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Cassian. It tarnishes your playboy reputation.” She says it with an edge, and he wonders if this is revenge for the way he had embarrassed her weeks ago.
“I’ve been in this industry since I was six years old,” he says. “Don’t think I don’t know how to do my job.” When she tries to leave, he turns heel and blocks her way. “You want to try something different, just talk to me next time.
“Would you have agreed with what I did?” she says boldly, and she hits on something.
“No,” he says, but not for the reason you think.
“Oh, this should be rich.”
“I don’t like how you played that scene because I don’t like the idea of violence being … sexy like that. You sell the idea that fights like these are foreplay and it sends a bad message. I don’t want that normalized. I don’t think it’s a good choice, even if it feels like it might be for that scene or for those characters. It feels irresponsible. It’s not the kind of movie I want to make.”
Cassian watches Jyn’s face, expecting more anger that he questioned her choices, but there’s something soft that flits across her expression and in the way she blinks at him rapidly. The way she looks at him makes his chest suddenly feel tight, and he takes a step back and takes a breath.
“Ok,” she says, nodding more to herself than to him. “I’m … glad you explained yourself.” She looks up. “And I’m sorry. Let’s me talk to Draven. We’ll shoot the scene again.” She walks off then, determination in each step.
He watches her go, anger turning to confusion turning to respect, then turning to something new that he can’t quite name yet, something slow and warm, something that he feels like has been creeping up on him so gradually that it had itself wrapped around his heart before he even realized it was already there.