#emily blunt x reader

[youaintnothinbuta]

Please please please do a Colt Seavers x reader where they get married im in NEED to marry him sm he's so malewife <3

“This is it.” — Colt Seavers x reader

Summary: colt and you have the most perfect wedding, exactly the way you dreamed it would go <3

Pairing: colt seavers x reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: none!! Wedding Fluff <3 sorry if there’s typos

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You stand against the corner of the old castle-esque building, the sun casting comforting warmth over the meticulously tended gardens surrounding you. Your heart races as you press your back against the cool stone, gripping Colt's hand tightly. He’s just on the other side of the corner, you can’t see each other, but his strong, confident presence is relieving.

“I can’t believe it,” you say softly, squeezing his hand.

“I know, darlin',” Colt replies, his voice rich and steady. “This is it.”

“Don’t you dare pull some crazy stunt on me.” You laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you, easing some of the tension in your chest.

He laughs, “I promise, baby.”

Just then, your best friend and maid of honour, Emily, approaches, her dress swishing softly as she walks. “Alright, you two,” she says with a grin. “It’s time. Colt, you head to the altar. It’s almost showtime.”

“See you soon, beautiful. I love you,” Colt says, giving your hand one last squeeze before letting go. The absence of his touch feels strange and momentarily unsettling, but you take a deep breath, grounding yourself.

"I love you too," you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

Once he’s gone, Emily turns to you, her eyes shining with excitement. “Ready to do this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you say, a smile spreading across your face.

Your father appears then, his eyes misty with pride and emotion. He offers you his arm, and you take it. “You look amazing,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead gently.

“Thanks, Dad,” you reply, your voice thick with emotion.

“Let’s go give Colt a run for his money, huh?”

You laugh softly as you both step forward, and the double doors of the church open wide. The soft strains of the wedding march fill the air, and you see Colt standing at the altar, his eyes locked onto yours. He looks incredibly handsome in his suit. The moment he sees you, a visible shift happens. His strong features soften, and his eyes well up with tears. By the time you’re halfway down the aisle, those tears have spilled over, streaming down his cheeks. Your eyes blur with tears too, watching as he brings his hand over his mouth to stifle a cry.

You can’t feel the ground beneath you. You body is heavy, you move in slow motion against, hyper aware of all the eyes on you, yet the only thing in focus is Colt. When you reach him, your father places your hand in Colt’s and steps back, tearing up at the sight of you.

“Hi,” he whispers, his voice trembling with emotion. “You’re perfect.”

The intensity of the moment hits you, and you feel a tear slip down your cheek as you whisper-laugh, “Hi.”

He reaches up to gently brush it away, his touch tender. The ceremony proceeds, a blur of words and emotions, but every moment is etched in your heart. When it’s time to say your vows, Colt is up first, his voice earnest as he speaks to you.

When the officiant finally pronounces you husband and wife, Colt holds you, one hand on your waist, the other on your back. He dips you, placing a gentle, passionate kiss on your lips.

The reception had been everything you’d dreamed of—laughter, dancing, and love filling every corner of the grand hall. But now, the lights are dimming, and the music has faded into a soft murmur as the last guests say their goodbyes. You stand by the door, your arm looped through Colt's, watching your families exchange hugs and parting words.

“Take care of each other,” your mom says, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she hugs you tightly.

“We always have, Mom,” you assure her, squeezing her back before turning to Colt’s parents. They embrace you warmly, their approval and happiness evident.

As the last of the well-wishers leave, Colt looks down at you, his eyes filled with tenderness. “Ready to go, Mrs. Seavers?”

A thrill runs through you, at the sound of your new name.

“Almost,” you say, glancing around the now-empty room. “Let’s just have one more moment here. Just us.”

Colt nods, understanding. He leads you to the center of the room where earlier you’d shared your first dance as husband and wife. The remnants of the celebration—a few scattered petals, empty chairs, and half-finished glasses of champagne—create a quiet, intimate atmosphere.

Without a word, Colt pulls you into his arms. You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as he begins to sway gently. There’s no music now, just the sound of your footsteps and the faint hum of the night outside.

“Today was perfect,” you murmur, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the feel of his arms around you.

“It was,” he agrees softly. “But this—just you and me—this is what I’ll remember most.”

You smile against his chest, your heart swelling with love. "Me too. This is all I’ve ever wanted."

The two of you continue to sway, the room silent except for the rustle of your dress and his suit.

Colt tilts your chin up, his eyes searching yours. “I promise to make every day feel like today,” he says, his voice wet with honesty.

It’s dark, but he can see your bright smile. He leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. When he pulls back, you’re both smiling, your foreheads resting together.

“Let’s go, Colt.”

The night is still and full of promise as Colt opens the car door for you, and you slip inside. As he joins you and starts the engine, you take his hand, feeling the warmth and strength of his grip. He turns to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Wanna do some doughnuts?” he asks, a playful smile spreading across his face.

You laugh, shaking your head. Why aren’t you surprised? “Sure.”

With a grin, Colt revs the engine, and the his truck roars. The two of you share a quick, exhilarated glance before he maneuvers the car into an empty section of the parking lot. Then, with his stunt man expertise, he whips the steering wheel, and the car spins in tight circles, the tires screeching against the pavement.

You’re both laughing now, the rush of adrenaline making the moment even more thrilling. The night sky spins above you, the stars blurring into streaks of light as he wraps his free arm around you, holding you to his side.

When he finally brings the car to a stop, you’re both breathless, your cheeks flushed with excitement. Colt turns to you, his eyes shining. “I love you,” he says, his smile shining through his tone.

“I love you too,” you reply, leaning over to kiss him.

[mahoganygold213]

96th Academy Awards - March 10, 2024

[fandomnerd9602]

Marry Poppins x Male Reader please

Mary: oh come now. in every job there is an element of fun, my love

Y/N: Mary, my darling, I love you but there is no fun in this!

Y/N holds out their baby girl and a dirty diaper…

Y/N: our baby girl is beautiful but she is stinky.

Mary: oh come now it’s not…(sniffs) oh my.

Mary snaps her fingers and the diaper changes itself, leaving only a clean and happy baby girl…

Mary: just this once. Next time is on you

[happy74827]

Adding to my Colt obsession with a short (and really chaotic honestly) edit!! Honestly, are you even surprised by my actions at this point? 🧍‍♀️

Song: Hit Em Up Style — Blu Cantrell

Movie: The Fall Guy (2024)

Character: Colt Seavers

[not-a-big-slay]

[lacontroller1991]

Just Another Sunday (Ernest Lawrence x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Misc Master List

Author's Note: This started as a dream and was intending to be a very smutty fic, but It took a turn and now it's pure angst so beware

WARNING: 18+ HEAVY MENTION OF MISCARRIAGE (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE Do NOT read if this subject is emotional/personal) , loss of child, feelings of isolation, Ernest is kind of a dick in this fr fr, lots of emotions, lots of petty arguing, passive aggressive-ness, nausea, drinking, smoking, language

Word Count: 2.4k

Author's Note 2.0: This is Josh Hartnett's version <3

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Sundays at the Oppenheimers. It’s become a weekly thing for you and Ernest to go over to his friend’s house for a brunch, especially since it’s hit spring and the trees are blooming. Today is no different. Except for the fact that you and Ernest are fighting. 

The car rolls to a stop and Ernest shuts off the engine, the inside falling deadly silent as you grip the bottle of wine and stare out the window. It’s rare that you and him fight. Ernest is mild tempered and you’re easy going, but when he gets on to something, it's either his way or the highway, and he will push for what he wants. But this time, you can’t give him what he wants. 

He lets out a sigh, unbuckling his lap belt before looking at you but you ignore him, “let’s try to be pleasant,” he opens the door and steps out, rounding the car before opening your door. Looking up at him through your lashes, you give in, stepping out carefully before he shuts the door. The two of you walk side by side, hands glued to your bodies as you near the door. You can do this, just avoid talking about children. 

The door opens, revealing Kitty with a martini in her hand. “You guys are late.” Ernest shrugs his shoulders, stepping inside and kneeling down to swoop up Toni into his arms as the toddler giggles.

“Sorry, someone couldn’t pick out an outfit,” he comments, using one hand to tickle the toddler as you step inside the house, setting the wine on the stand. 

“Yes, sorry, I had to help him pick out something to wear.”

Your dry response causes Ernest to whip his head towards you, eyebrow raised but he shakes it off, turning his attention back to the child in his arms. “I had to choose something to impress my favorite girl,” he strokes Toni’s hair who smiles and reaches to play with his glasses while Kitty raises an eyebrow in amusement at the obvious tension.

“Well, you can have her. I need a break.” Kitty offers you the rest of her drink and you down it immediately before Ernest can see. “Rob’s in the kitchen.” Ernest nods, walking off with Toni and leaving you alone with Kitty. “What the hell is that about?” 

Rolling your eyes, you take out a cigarette and pass one to Kitty before lighting both of yours. Kitty and you have an interesting relationship. You aren’t close friends per say, but you understand each other more than other women do and she’s the only one currently in your corner. “Ernest is on his campaign about having kids again. He doesn’t seem to believe that I can’t and he won’t take no for an answer.”

“Lost another one?” She asks softly, huffing her cigarette as you hang your head.

“Number 4.” Kitty’s eyes fill with pity but you shake your head in denial. “He doesn’t know. You know how he is. He’ll beat himself up and it won’t be good for either of us so it’s better that he doesn’t know, for now at least. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ernest to death and I want nothing more than to have a child with him, but I can’t. They never seem to stick,” Kitty pulls you into a hug and you hug back, glad to get it off your chest. You don’t know why you keep losing the pregnancy. You find out you’re pregnant and you want to tell Ernest, but when you get around to it, the child is already gone. It makes you feel awful and you can’t imagine what Ernest would say if he found out. Pulling away from you, Kitty rubs your arms in comfort and gestures her head toward the glass door. 

“Why don’t we go outside?” You nod your head as she leads you through the doors to the patio where the table is already set. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll grab two more martinis.” She rushes away as you look out from the porch. The trees provide some shade as they lightly move with the breeze, occasionally letting sunlight seep through the new leaves while Berkeley lays underneath.

Sighing, you close your eyes for a moment, letting the smell of linen invade your senses. It’s moments like these where you don’t mind California. 

“Berkeley sure is a pretty sight,” Robert comments from beside you, startling you as you jump with a yelp while he laughs, two drinks in hand. Once you calm down, he slides one over to you. “Ernest sure does seem wound up.”

“He is.” Robert wants to comment, but instead he tries to silently urge you along. Giving in, you take the drink from him and take a sip before turning to him. “He wants children, but I’m having issues and he’s just been a huge jerk about it,” you reply, taking another sip as you watch him play with Toni and Peter on the floor, the older child tackling the professor to the floor while the dog wags his tail, wanting to join in. “He’s being passive aggressive about it. Like look at him.” Robert turns to look at your husband, tossing Peter up in the air and catching him with ease. “When has he ever done that?”

“You have a point. Does he know about your issues?”

“Partially. He knows some of the issues but not all.” Letting out a sigh of frustration, you take another sip of the martini and scrunch your face. “Why do you make these so strong?” Oppenheimer almost responds but Kitty walks through the doors with trays of food. 

“Ernest, lunch.” Hearing his name being called, he gets off the floor and straightens himself out before walking out the door, a smile on his face as he sits across from you. 

“Shall we eat?”

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The lunch goes by relatively quickly as the food disappears from their plates. Ernest and Robert talk about physics and Kitty pretends to be interested while you poke your food, your sense of appetite being lower than normal. Letting out a soft sigh, you set down your fork causing Kitty to look at you, eyeing your plate of food.

“Did you not like something?” This gains Ernest’s and Robert’s attention as they turn to you to spot that your plate of food is still relatively full.  

“Oh it was good as always, I guess I’m just not as hungry as I thought I was,” it’s partially true. You definitely put in more than you thought you could eat, but at the same time the bouts of occasional nausea didn’t make it appealing. 

“Y’know, you haven’t been eating much lately. Are you feeling alright? Is your stomach okay?” You know what Ernest is really asking. Could you be pregnant? The answer is never what he wants.

“I’m fine. Just not hungry,” you smile behind your lie and you can tell he doesn’t buy it.

Sensing the tension, Kitty stand up and grabs some plates. “Right, well we can pack you up some to take home. I need to feed the kiddos though,” at the mention of kids, Ernest hops up and takes the plates from Kitty.

“No need, I can do that. Gotta learn somehow for when we have kids.” He smiles as if he’s being friendly but he’s not. He’s being passive aggressive and you know it.

“Ernest.” It's terse and it causes Kitty to back away from the two of you and hover near Robert. The two share a glance in concern as they watch the scene unfold. 

“What?”

“You know what.” Setting down the plates, Ernest turns to you, placing his hands on his hips.

“When we have children, and we will, we need to know how to feed them.”

“We will cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Then hurry up so we can cross it. Let’s have a kid.” Your heart is hammering in your chest and the outside is quiet, not even birds are chirping. The silence is so deafening that you could hear a pen dropping from a mile away. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes in frustration and embarrassment. This is not a conversation that needs to be in front of your friends. Abruptly standing up, you toss the napkin onto the table and brush past him into the house, making a beeline for the guest bedroom and shutting the door, collapsing onto the bed as sobs wrack your body. 

Grabbing the plates, Kitty stops in front of Ernest with a hint of anger in her eyes. “You can be an ass Lawrence.” The words stun Ernest as he stands on the patio. Robert walks up to him and pats him on the shoulder, causing the taller man to look down at the theoretician.

“Go to her, but don’t talk. Listen. Let her talk.” Robert walks away and lights his pipe leaving Ernest alone. What has gotten into her?

Following where you went, Ernest stops in front of the door before hesitantly knocking it and stepping inside, not giving you time to protest. “Honey?”

“Go away.” His heart melts at seeing you curled in on yourself, your head laying on a pillow as tears stream down your face. Sighing, he sits on the edge of the bed by your legs and lays a hand on your thigh, but you make no movement to remove it. If anything, it’s the most comfort you’ve felt from him. 

“What’s going on? Why are you behaving like this?”

“Ernest, what do you not get? I can’t have children.”

“Sure you can.” You would throw a pillow at him due to his naiveness but you decide against it.

“No. I can’t,” he begins to open his mouth but you quickly cover it with your hand. Closing his mouth, you remove your hand and run it through your hair. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. I’ve been pregnant, and I’m not infertile.”

“What?” He waits for a punchline, but the silence says everything and he’s trying to keep his anger in check. How long have you been lying to him? Why have you not told him you’ve been pregnant? Closing his eyes, he lets out a deep focused breath as his fists clench, not bothering to look at you. “Then what the hell has been the issue? Why are we not having children? Are you pregnant right now? We have been trying for months, almost a year now. Why do we not have any?” A lump in your throat forms as a wave of nausea takes over. 

“They’re not catching.” Your voice is soft as you sniffle, clutching your stomach protectively as he furrows his brows in confusion, turning to you.

“What do you mean they’re not catching?”

“I keep losing them.” Ernest’s heart drops and he feels like a piece of shit. He’s been treating you like shit for not giving him a child but you’ve been trying. How could he not have known? Why have you never told him? What do you mean by ‘them’? 

Swallowing back bile in his throat, he stands up and paces the room, one hand on his hip and one in his hair, messing up his neatly parted blonde locks. “How many?”

“Four.” 

“Shit.” He paces while he thinks. What on Earth would have caused you to lose four children? Why didn’t you tell him? How could you be doing this all alone? How must you be feeling? The thought of you suffering by yourself for all that wrenches Ernest’s heart. He can’t imagine you going through that alone and it hurts him more than not having a child that you couldn’t go to him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry. You’ve been so busy lately and I don’t want it to interfere with your work.” You sniffle in response, wiping your eyes as his softens. Walking around the bed, he lays on top and pulls you into his arms, letting your head rest against his chest. 

“Oh baby, I’m so so sorry. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that all alone.” He presses a soft kiss against the crown of your head while you clutch onto his clothes, tears slipping out of your eyes.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to disrupt your work.” He shakes his head in response.

“You’re more important to me than my research. My work would have waited. I should’ve been there for you.” He holds you close for what felt like forever, still trying to wrap his mind around the whole situation. “What do you think has been causing the losses?”

“I talked to John because I had a sneaking suspicion of what was causing it and according to him doses of radiation can contribute to miscarriages.” If his heart wasn’t in his stomach before, it sure is now. 

“You’re done working in the lab.”

“Bu-”

“No buts. If it’s putting you in danger, I will not allow it. You can still help me with research but you will not go near the lab. If it’s causing you to miscarry then who knows what else it could be doing and I will not allow you to die because of something I made. Do you understand?”

You really don’t want to fight with him. Not after you’ve been fighting for weeks at this point. “I do.” You continue to lay there for a few minutes in his arms as you and him enjoy each other’s company, finally at peace with each other. A knock on the door causes both of your heads to whip up. “Who is it?”

“It’s Kitty. Are you guys ok in there?”

“Yeah we’re fine,” Ernest replies, gently moving you off him as he gets up and fixes the bed. “We should probably leave and continue this at home.” Smiling softly, you wipe away any remaining tears as you walk to him. Reaching up your hand, you thread your fingers through his soft hair and pull him down, your lips brushing against his.

Grabbing your waist, Ernest greedily draws you in, all of the tensions melting away as he kisses you. Moaning into the kiss, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and keep him close, feeling a slight poking below his belt and it causes you to break away. “Ernest you can’t be serious.”

“I am, which is why we should get home,” he goes back to kissing you but you pull away again, a smile on your face. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[friendship-ditch]

Alive

(Jody Moreno x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Your and Jody's conversation after you "blew up" in Sydney Harbor.

Warnings/Notes: A few mentions of suicide and death and not totally canon compliant, but also lots of fluff

Word Count: 1813

  It was all over the news; The Explosion on Sydney Harbor.  

  An act of aggressive suicide, they called it, Y/N’s attempt at one final show before being arrested for her murder.  The news speculated you killed the other stunt worker to take their job, get yourself back on track in the Tom Ryder movies.  The media viewed you as a selfish asshole, who, when approached with a struggle you knew you couldn’t escape, decided to go out with a destructive bang and blow up a bunch of oil containers.

  The cameras caught the explosion pretty well.  You could see your flaming boat circle the oil, and then leap at it.  The quality diminished from how bright it was on screen, but the flames were licking tall into the sky.  

  You’d certainly died.  You’d blown up into pieces.  The last remnant was your Miami Vice jacket found floating in the water.  Boom.  Y/N was dead.

  But you weren’t.  You couldn’t be, you just couldn’t.

  Jody rewinded the video on her laptop for the seventh time in a row.  Her eyes were burning from how close she was to the screen, surveying every damn pixel for any hint of you.  

  She’d spent the whole night awake, the idea of sleeping making her feel sick.  Gail’s call had sent her into about two hours worth of tears until she remembered your previous work years ago of riding boats over flames constantly.  

  It took her a few hours to actually convince herself to watch the news once it came out, fearing the worst; your dead, burned body?  Or the fact that you survived and they caught you…  Both options terrified her.

  By some miracle, the result was neither.  All the news had to share was the explosion… and that was it.  Nobody had really gone out and investigated the waters yet, but the common assumption was you had died.

  Jody was the first, and likely only person to call bullshit on this.  The realization that you might still be alive was enough to keep her going.  And so, there she was, as close to her computer screen as she could be and rewatching it over, and over, and over.

  She was so engrossed in the video, that she didn’t notice her door cracking open, nor the alien-dressed-human stepping inside.

  Your body moved awkwardly, confined to the tight and uneven spaces of one variation of the Metalstorm alien costumes.  You moved with the grace of a newborn colt trapped in a sea of molasses.  It was a miracle you made it inside without Jody noticing you.

  You planned to take the helmet off once you got in… that part of the plan slipped your mind as after everything you’d been through, you were just so excited to see Jody.  You reached out a hand and touched her shoulder.

  And Jody beat the shit out of you.

  “It’s me!”  You exclaimed as she practically threw you around like you were weightless.  To your luck, the voice distorter was jacked and all it sounded like was a bunch of alienish mumbling.

  Jody nearly choked you.  When that didn’t work, she grabbed a pen and stabbed it into your leg.  Your cry of pain was distorted once more and soon you were on the ground.

  Aimed like a warrior about to slay her worst enemy, Jody held her pen up, most likely aiming for your chest.  Was she actually going to kill you?  At this point, probably.  Just another disaster on the Metalstorm set; Jody Moreno, new director, jailed for murder after death of girlfriend, insanity suspected.  Another one for the books.  Could Gail Meyer recover?  Could Tom Ryder?  

  You stopped her death blow, arms shaking from her sudden strength.  She wasn’t kidding about working out after you vanished.

  Jody’s eyes were filled with an almost scary ferocity, her body shaking too with the urge to implant the pen right into your chest.  What did she have to lose?

  That rage vanished from her face the second you managed to form your trembling hand into a thumbs up.  Jody gasped and threw the pen aside, then tore your helmet off.

  “Y/N!  I knew you weren’t dead, oh god…!”  Jody’s voice immediately went from fierce to breathless as reality set in on her.  She sat you up, ignoring how bulky your costume was, and how sweaty you were from the whole thing.  Her hands cupped your face in a frantic motion to keep you from disappearing again.  Jittery fingers ran through your hair, then back to your face, and finally down to the costume.  She didn’t know what to grab or hold, too excited and overwhelmed.  “Are you okay?”

  You chuckled weakly, propping yourself up against the couch with her help.  “I think…  You got the pen out before the ink poisoning could set in, that’s good.”

  The sparkle in Jody’s eyes was replaced with guilt and she frowned worriedly, her gaze turning to your leg.  “I’m sorry.  You scared the shit out of me, if I knew it was you…  I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.  It was cool.”  Your voice was a little raspy, and your leg felt like it was on fire, but you tried your best to push past it for Jody.  You tried to reach out and tousle her hair but all the obtuse gloves managed to do was sort of just poke her in the side of the face.

  “I knew you weren’t dead.”  Jody whispered again, setting her hands on your shoulders.  “The… the Miami Vice stunts..”

  “You remembered…”

  “Of course.”  She murmured.  “But… what happened to you?  Gail said she sent you off on a plane, you caused an explosion in the harbor, you murdered–”

  “I didn’t murder anybody.  Tom framed me.”

  “He what?”

  It turns out, once you actually explained the whole thing to Jody, she understood it a lot easier than with your movie analogies.  At the end of it, she was practically fuming.

  “Who else knows you're alive?”  Jody asked quietly once you finished.

  “Nobody.”

  “You shouldn’t be here!  We have to burn your finger prints off and send you across the border right now!”  She exclaimed in a loud whisper, grabbing your hands.  

  “No, no!  That’s the point!  If they think I’m dead, they’ll come back and finish the movie.”  You squeezed her hands tightly in return.

  Furrowing her eyebrows, Jody sat back on her heels.  “The movie?  That’s not important, Y/N.  You’re more important.  We need to hide you until we can prove you’re innocent because I’m not losing you again.  It’s just a stupid movie.”

  A stupid movie?  WHAT?!  For all of the years that you knew Jody (around 3-ish, probably, you’d lost count), even before you dated her, all she could talk about was how badly she always wanted to make a movie of her own.  She had countless notebooks with ideas scribbled in even the margins, notes on her phone full of words that made sense only to her of assorted plots and endings to ideas that didn’t even relate, and always doodled on every piece of scrap paper she could get if it was big enough for her to draw up a new mock design.  Jody had poured her heart and soul into this movie and you knew damn well that letting her give up on it would crush her.  There had to be a way to keep Jody from going to directors jail and you out of the more general jail.

  “It’s not stupid!  It’s an amazing movie, Jody.”  You blurted out, cutting her off from her rambling.  “You’ve worked your whole life to get to this point, and you deserve this more than anybody.  Your story deserves to be told and the world deserves to see your work and your never ending dedication.”  

  Jody stared at you.

  “You have… a way of viewing the world that’s so extraordinary and creative and your stories are always gorgeous, whether they end happily or not.  I’m not letting you give up on your dreams because I know it’ll break your heart just as much as if I went to jail…  Maybe I couldn’t get us our happy ending, and I don’t know what you have planned for the end of the movie, but I’ll be damned if Space cowboy and Aliena don’t get to cross the big screens.”

  Out of breath from your rant, you dipped your head for a second to fill your lungs.  In the split second you looked away, you must’ve missed a thousand thoughts in Jody’s eyes, as when you looked at her again, soft tears were dripping down her face, and her eyes were so.. so big and staring at you as plucked the moon out of the sky and offered it to her on one knee.

  “Jody…?”  Your expression softened into a frown.

  Jody tried to respond, but words failed her as all she let out was a soft croak.  She wiped her face, then slipped her arms around your neck and kissed you.  It was like a movie, no… better than the movies.  

  She only broke away when there was a sputter of knocks at the door.  It was Gail, excitedly calling Jody out to talk.

  Jody rested her head against your costume and sighed.  “In a minute, Gail!”  She called, standing up and pulling you to your feet.  “We have to hide you.”

  Did you think it would be easy to hide a woman in a bulky, beaten up and firm alien costume?  Of course you didn’t, and you’d be right.  

  It took at least 5 minutes for Jody to eventually just hide you by her bed.  She threw your helmet at you and then dealt with Gail who neither of you were the biggest fans of anymore.

  Once the annoying woman finally left, Jody ran over to you again and grabbed your hand.  “I have a plan to fix everything and clear your name.”

  “Do I get to beat the shit out of Tom Ryder?”

  “No.”

  “Does it involve finishing Metalstorm?”

  When a soft smile pricked the corners of Jody’s lips, you couldn’t help but grin.  You’d both get what you wanted; Metalstorm to finish, and keep you out of jail.  It couldn’t get any better.  

  “I’m in.”

  “You’re sure?  It’ll be a little dangerous.”  Jody teased, as if you weren’t the one that survived an explosion less than 24 hours ago.  She slipped a hand onto your shoulder, finding the latch on the back of the costume.  “Let’s get this off of you.”

  You chuckled and nodded.  Once she helped you slide out of the bulky mess, she scooped you into the tightest hug.  You buried your face into her neck, inhaling her familiar scent and closing your eyes with a smile.  “I’m sure.  Let’s beat the shit out–let's save your movie, and me.”

[stayevildarling]

Miranda Priestly x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Dragon meets Purple, Part 2

word count: 2k

tw: none

taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

A few months had passed since Wilhemina officially became Mirandas second assistant. And despite their initial doubts about whether this would work or not it was going surprisingly well. Due to Wilhemina's experience Runway was working smoothly. Miranda was quite surprised by this but she also enjoyed working closely with someone who was close to her age for once. The only person not enjoying the situation was Emily, as she was suddenly the one running around New York to fetch coffees and chase designers down, while Wilhemina had more administrative work.

Today a particularly busy day is finally coming towards the end, most people have left the office by now and so the only ones left are Wilhemina and her boss. As the redhead sits at her desk, typing away at her computer, before getting up to walk to the printer, she sees Miranda standing in her office and signalling for Wilhemina to join her.

,,Care to join me for a drink Ms Venable?'' the slightly older woman asks.

Wilhemina raises an eyebrow, surprised by the invitation but at the same time intrigued.

,,Of course Ms Priestly, lead the way''.

Wilhemina watches as Miranda walks over to a golden drink trolley next to the sofa in her office. As she pours two glasses of scotch, Wilhemina can't help but look at her bosses features. Her jawline, the way her skirt complimented her legs.

,,I must admit Ms Venable, you have been rather impressive lately, I cannot deny your talents any longer'' she praises which takes the redhead by surprise.

Of course she knew the value of her work but she knew Miranda wasn't one to praise. As she takes a sip, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips ,,High praise coming from you Ms Priestly, I must be doing something right''.

Miranda chuckles softly ,,Indeed, though I must also confess your penchant for challenging authority can be rather... infuriating at times''.

Wilhemina raises her glass in mock toast before replying ,,Ah but where's the fun in playing by the rules Ms Priestly? Life is too short to be confined by limitations''.

Miranda simply smirks with a glint of adoration in her eyes. This had been exactly what she liked about Wilhemina, the sass, honestly and sarcasm. It was refreshing to the woman with assistants that usually obey her straight away and never talk back to her.

,,Spoken like a true maverick Ms Venable, perhaps there is hope for you yet'' Miranda replies with a smirk.

The smirk meets her straight back before Wilhemina counters ,,Perhaps Ms Priestly but don't hold your breath. I'm not one to change my ways easily''.

They chat for some more before they both head back towards their desk, wrapping up their work for the day and working through the upcoming Paris schedule.

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,,One more thing before we go to Paris, I'm promoting one of you''. Miranda explained. The office was quiet now, it was late and everyone had left.

,,Ms Venable I would like to offer you a higher position in HR'' Miranda explained, Emily's jaw dropping, in disbelief of the words she just heard from her bosses mouth.

,,What?!'' Emily asks. ,,She's only been here for six months, how come she's getting the promotion?''.

,,Oh get over yourself Emily, we both know that Ms Venable is way more qualified to work upstairs and have her own office rather than being my assistant''. her boss replies snappily.

,,I suggest you start working on finding me a new second assistant'' Miranda explains, dismissing Emily.

,,Thank you Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina finally speaks, a bit dumbfounded at what just happened. She had worked hard in the past couple of months, however she didn't expect a promotion.

,,May I ask why?'' Wilhemina adds.

,,Well, I had a feeling from the start you were meant to be more than an assistant and you certainly have proven you have the abilities to work upstairs. So I pulled some strings and you may work in HR from now on. You will get your own office and you won't have to- you know- run around as much for me'' Miranda explains, suddenly a softer side showing that Wilhemina hasn't gotten to see yet.

,,Thank you Ms Priestly'' Wilhemina smiles, touched by the gesture, trying to think if there was some ulterior motive to her decision.

,,By the way, I think it's time you call me Miranda by now, considering I won't be your direct boss anymore''.

,,Very well- Wilhemina'' she replies with a small smile. Now Miranda surprised as she hasn't seen a real smile from the redhead so far, being able to tell the difference from a fake polite one to a real one as she had do it most of her day.

They shake hands before they both head off, Wilhemina to inspect her new office and Miranda back to her desk, looking over her Paris schedule one more time. Miranda internally cringes as she hates the feel of Wilhemina's leather gloves.

After the elevator dings, Wilhemina steps into her new office, a small smile playing on her face as she sees her name on the door. She is quite fascinated by the view of New York and the size of her office. As she walks to her new desk, she finds a little box.

As she undoes the ribbon, she finds a purple pair of Chanel gloves inside them. She chuckles before collecting her things for the day and leaving.

As she heads downstairs to the elevator that exits the building she halts in the hallway as she sees a little light still in Mirandas office. ,,Good Night Ms. - Miranda'' she states as Miranda takes her eyes off the screen and looking at Wilhemina. She smirks satisfactiory as she sees the purple gloves already on the redheads hands. ,,Good Night'' she mumbles before carrying on with her work.

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Miranda sighs as she walks out of her office and towards the elevator, some files in her hand. Making her way upstairs, she suddenly notices the light still lit in Wilhemina's office. Miranda checks the time and realises it's past midnight. She thinks about turning back around, having dealt with too much interaction today but also needing those applications on Wilhemina's desk as it had been months since Paris and Emily still hasn't found a worthy second assistant.

Miranda knocks and opens the door in one swift motion finding Wilhemina on her computer. ,,Hire this one, Emily is taking far too long'' Miranda states before handing Wilhemina an application file.

They both look at each other for a moment, brown eyes meeting green ones. Silence filling the room as the same question played on both of their minds. ,,Do you need me to help out downstairs?'' Wilhemina breaks the silence first. ,,Pardon?'' Miranda questions.

,,I mean it's been months since Paris and if you need any help I would be quite happy to'' Wilhemina explains and is met with a sweet smile. ,,No- I'd just appreciate if you work through the application as quickly as possible''. Miranda replies with a grateful smile.

,,Why are you here so late?'' Miranda eventually asks. Wilhemina simply looks at her unable to really give her an answer but Miranda understood even without a word. She knew being a woman in this industry, the position not necessarily mattering, you had to get used to long hours in the office.

,,Do you need a lift? my driver should be outside.'' Miranda asks which takes Wilhemina by surprise. ,,No thank you Miranda but I'll walk out with you?'' she questions before being met with a nod and grabbing her bag and cane.

The elevator ride is quiet, Miranda containing a smile as she notices that Wilhemina had worn the Chanel gloves since she gave them to her. As they both walk past security and outside the building. New York being lit up and loud even in the middle of the night. Miranda walks over to her driver before she turns back towards Wilhemina.

,,I know this isn't exactly part of your job description but would you be free to join me for the launch dinner tomorrow evening?'' the question doesn't only take Wilhemina completely by surprise. Wilhemina had heard about the dinner and how much Miranda despised half of the people there. She doesn't quite understand why Miranda would like her company rather than Emily who certainly has more knowledge with these sort of things. Wilhemina had no idea that she had become a sense of comfort to Miranda, the usual strong woman, feeling safer in Wilhemina's presence. The question slipped her mind before she could think about it. Wilhemina being the stern HR she usually is, her mind takes her back that indeed this had no part in her job description but she felt intrigued. The last year in New York had helped the redhead realise that she didn't really have a personal life and she longed for one. So somehow as a result, a spontaneous Wilhemina comes to the surface, breaking through her usual high walls and agreeing. Miranda gives her a small but confused smile at her own question before making her way home.

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,,This will be your desk, you have big shoes to fill so please don't mess this up, considering Miranda chose you''. Emily explains as you listen to her instructions.

,,Understood'' you nod as you get familiar with your desk and computer.

The first couple of hours are quiet as Miranda was with a designer, presenting a new collection with Nigel. You walk around runway, getting to meet people you will be working with from now on before returning to your desk and working through the to-do list Emily has given you.

,,Miranda will be back in about thirty minutes, I'll send you a text with everyones coffee orders, please run to Starbucks and hurry up''. Emily explains.

Quickly, you grab your things and do as you are told, returning a short while later with the coffees.

After placing Miranda's coffee on her desk, you return to your own before Emily returns as well.

,,I have a coffee left for Wilhemina?'' you ask unfamiliar with the name.

,,Oh yes, remember the big shoes to fill? Well that's her, she works upstairs in HR now, please take it to Ms Venable'' Emily explains and you nod as you walk towards the elevator. As the elevator dings your eyes are met with Miranda.

She halts, recognising your face from the application. You had done your research, knowing not to directly address or bother Ms Priestly but her lack of movement and conversation, ushered you to make some.

,,Hello Ms. Priestly, my name is Y/N your new second assistant'' you introduce yourself before she takes her sunglasses off.

The woman scans you a second with a surprised look on her face. ,,Oh you are the assistant'' she states.

,,I was told you hired and chose me'' you reply slightly confused. The woman simply carries on scanning your body before replying ,,That's all'' and leaving towards her office.

Slightly dumbfounded and confused you make your way upstairs before knocking on Ms Venable's door.

,,Come in'' the redhead replies as you enter.

,,Hi, my name is Y/N, I'm Miranda's second assistant, I have your coffee here for you'' you explain before bending slightly, placing it in front of her.

,,Thank you'' she states and you can't help but notice her staring at you, specifically as you bend over slightly to hand her the coffee.

,,Oh and if you have any issues, for example with Emily, don't hesitate to come find me'' she states.

,,Why would I have any issues with Emily Ms Venable?'' you ask confused, considering its your first day.

,,Emily can be a bit demanding, given her position in this company'' Wilhemina replies .

,,Very well thank you Ms Venable'' you reply before heading back towards your desk, unbeknownst that her eyes followed until you left her office.

[hearts4gxsling]

My sister and I went around the neighborhood since I recently got a mini printer that can make stickers.

Disclaimer: all stickers are easy to remove, trash was properly cleaned up + this was just a harmless little joke to make people laugh. No stickers were placed on private property and no one asked us to stop, or we would’ve stopped.

[uraveragelonelygay]

Sane

Pairing: Colt Seavers x Reader x Jody Moreno

a/n: SURPRISE!!! Another fic!!! This one I feel MUCH better about. you know i had to include my love Jody in this one. shoutout to @superprofesh for inspiring me to write again. genuinely, your fic got my writing gears turning again!!! enjoy!!!

Summary: You’re going crazy on a miserable set with a miserable director. Thank goodness you have two wonderful things that keep you sane.

it has been an exhausting day. you absolutely adore your job as a costume designer, but days like this make you question why you do it.

currently you’re working on set for a sapphic action movie about a pirate falling in love with a mermaid. being a queer woman, this film is something that is very important to you, and you feel honored that hollywood acclaimed director Simon Finch specially requested you to work on the film.

however, said director happens to be a man, which isn’t a problem in of itself, but the issue arises when it becomes increasingly obvious throughout the process that this movie is being catered to the male gaze.

you researched for months before your initial meeting with Simon, eventually coming up with elaborate costume designs for the main characters, consisting of a more masculine look for Chris, the pirate, and a whimsically modest look for the sheltered mermaid, Adriana. Unfortunately, the meeting ended in Simon dismissing all of your hard work and essentially just requesting a lot more revealing clothing for the both of them. That first interaction pretty much set the tone for how the rest of this process has gone.

You and Simon butt heads daily, and ultimately, as much as you hate his opinions, they have to be the most highly respected. So you’ve spent the past 6 months on set to create costumes that don’t reflect your work accurately at all.

Today is no different, and you look at the dress you’ve been working on all day with absolute disgust. it’s scandalous and low cut and makes no sense for an adventurous pirate to be wearing. It feels like a mockery to you and the rest of your community, but here it was, having been created by your own hands. You sigh deeply before throwing it on the ground, coincidentally at the same time the trailer door opens.

You look up and lock eyes with a certain assistant director who is giving you a sympathetic look.

Jody.

There’s your reason for sticking it out. You’re not doing it alone, thank god. You’ve got your girlfriend on your side throughout this whole process, working as the assistant director, where she also is having an incredibly tough time keeping her mouth shut. She was the reason you’ve stayed sane for so long. Well, one of the reasons.

“Hey, Jody! Can I help you?” you ask stupidly, immediately cringing internally at your dumb question.

She laughs, leaning up against the open trailer door. “I would hope so, considering this is my trailer.”

You laugh weakly. “Right.”

“I’m guessing it’s been a rough day?” she asks gently, causing you to sigh as you plop down on her couch.

“‘More cleavage, more frills, i need to see the femininity practically bursting from Chris’ bosoms!’” you mock Simon and Jody’s mouth falls open.

“He did not,” she says, shocked.

“He most certainly did,” you confirm before continuing, “Jody I feel like i’m going fucking crazy.”

She pouts at your remark. “I know, my darling. But, I have a little surprise for you that might help with your sanity a bit.”

You quirk an eyebrow at that. “What are you up to, Miss Moreno?”

She shrugs with a smirk before stepping to the side of the trailer door, revealing your other reason for staying sane.

“Colt!” you leap up from the couch and make your way to him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. At this, said stunt man instinctively wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you into the air before setting you down and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” He asked with a smile.

You laugh at that, still overwhelmed by his surprise appearance. “What’s up me? What’s up you!!! I thought you were back in LA putting out feelers for new jobs! What are you doing here?” you ask excitedly.

He chuckles at your excitement. “Well, with Dan on paternity leave, it seems they’re in need of a new stunt coordinator…” he says, and your eyes widen at his implication.

“You’re staying? You’re here? Working? Here?”

Jody wraps an arm around your waist as the two of you face your boyfriend. “That, he is. Our very own Colt Seavers has been asked to remain on set until we wrap.”

“Thank God,” you breathe out, beaming.

Colt takes your hand. “It seems I’m here just in time. You doing okay? You and that dress there seemed to have a bit of a showdown.”

Your smile wavered at that. “Yeah, just typical Simon stuff.”

Colt sighed at that. “Is he still being a homophobic douchebag?”

Jody nods. “Perhaps not knowingly…but…yes. He just has these opinions of how this relationship needs to look, and it’s simply infuriating to stand back and witness,” she explains, her own frustrations becoming known.

You pull away from Colt to wrap your arms around the blonde girl. “You’re doing so well, though, honey. I know none of this is easy.”

The two of you stand there for a moment before you feel another pair of arms wrap around you both. the action makes you smile.

“You’re both doing amazing. I’m so proud of you and all the work you’re putting into this, even if it isn’t going the way it should,” he reassures, kissing both of you on the tops of your heads.

After the three of you separate, you look at them both with love and adoration. “Thank you,” you say softly.

“For what, sweet girl?” Jody asks, and Colt looks at you with curiosity in his eyes, emphasizing Jody’s question.

“Well, you,” you start, taking Jody’s face in your hands, “For being my partner in crime through all of the bullshit. for listening to me when I need to vent and for being the one person here who truly understands how I feel about all of this. For being my best friend,” you finish. You kiss her deeply, trying to communicate all that you couldn’t through words. You pull away and both smile at each other. You squeeze her hands before moving to your boyfriend.

“And you,” you take his hands, stroking them softly with the pads of your thumbs, “For listening. For helping when you can. For making me giggle, and assuring me when I doubt myself. For showing up however you can. And, of course, for being here. You’re also my best friend,” you say, tears in your eyes. Colt doesn’t wait for you to make the first move before wrapping one arm around your waist and tangling the other in your hair. He kisses you passionately, and you can feel the love he reciprocates.

When the two of you finally pull away, you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt.

Jody clears her throat and you both turn to her. “Seavers…my turn?” She gives him her signature pout and he rolls his eyes jokingly, quickly making his way to her and sweeping her off the ground in a similarly passionate kiss. You smile at your partners. You’re so lucky to love these two and be loved in return.

The two pull away and look at you concerned.

“What’s going on, baby?” Colt asks, worried, and you’re confused for a moment before realizing you’ve been crying.

“Oh!” you exclaim, laughing as you wipe your tears. “I’m just really really happy. I love you both so much.”

Jody smiles, grabbing your hand and kissing your cheek. “We love you too, beautiful. Right, Seavers?”

“You bet your ass,” Colt says, grinning stupidly at both of you, “Now how about we go home and rest up?”

“Oh my god can we please cuddle and watch romcoms?” Jody requests and you squeal in agreement, nodding your head enthusiastically.

Colt laughs, shaking his head. “If you both insist. And then tomorrow we’ll have a fresh start.”

“Oh yes, with a big strong man at our sides, how can we go wrong?” Jody asks jokingly and you giggle.

“Our favorite ally, truly.”

Colt wraps his arms around both of your shoulders as you make your way off set. “What can I say? I love my gay girlfriends.”

As the three of you laugh your way back to your apartment for an evening of relaxation and much needed comfort, something becomes evident to you: These two keep you sane. And you couldn’t be more grateful.

(shoutout to @saradika for the lovely dividers!!!)

[s3xyhorrorlvr]

made these 🤷🏻‍♀️

[multimilfs]

Lily Houghton x Fem!Reader: Dodging Danger

Summary: Lily Houghton + 41 -- "You need some sleep."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: This is a shorter one, but sometimes shorter is sweeter! This is also my first time writing for Lily so I wanted to get a feel for her character

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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

“I think I’m dying.” 

“You are not,” You shake your head, “Now hold still.” 

McGregor whines like a child, but does as you ask. You dip a piece of cloth into the salve Frank gave you and dab it across his face. His skin is bright red, covered with splotches and bug bites. 

When you finish applying the salve he rolls over in his cot without so much as a thank you. You roll your eyes, but let it go; he’ll thank you later when he’s in a better mood. He’ll just act like an ungrateful child for the first few hours. 

You set the jar down and find a nose sniffing at your hand with interest. Large eyes stare into your own. 

“Keep an eye on him, will you?” You ask and pat the top of Proxima’s head. She grumbles low in her throat. 

The sun has set since you vanished below deck. A sky of vivid color is now pitch black, the only light being the lanterns Frank has hanging around the edge of La Quila. The firelight reflects off of several pairs of eyes out in the water and you shiver. 

You’re enjoying your time in Brazil so far—besides nearly being blown up by a German Prince and Lily almost being kidnapped. The jungle is beautiful. Species of plants Lily has only ever told you about hang around or float freely here, so much bigger and brighter than anything back in London. 

The real beauty is seeing how Lily takes it all in. 

The jungle is like Lily’s own treasure trove. You’re interested in where this journey will take you, but you’re here for Lily more than anything else, and seeing her so happy is everything you need. 

She alternates between scribbling notes down furiously and attempting to film the river. Once or twice she even sketches the rarer species, though she left her paints back in London to save on space. 

Even now, with the sun far below the horizon, she sits under a lamp and scribbles down notes of everything she’s seen. 

You walk over and kiss the top of her head, “You need some sleep, sweetheart.” 

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” 

“God. You and your brother should have gone into the theater with these kinds of dramatics.” 

“McGregor tried, they said he overacted.” Lily says absently. 

“That… tracks, actually,” You say. Sitting next to her on the wooden bench, you just take her in; the way her eyes narrow and lips purse as she fights reality to write down her thoughts faster than she can think them, “How are you feeling about all of this?” 

Lily pauses then. She meets your eyes and you can see the determination in there, but also the hesitancy of a woman who feels out of her depth. 

“I’m terrified… but I can’t give up. I won’t.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just, don’t get yourself killed, you think you can manage that much?” 

“You’re asking a lot,” Lily grins, “But I’ll try.” 

You laugh. It is so very like her to find trouble in the pursuit of knowledge, but you wouldn’t change a thing about her. 

Leaning forward and stealing a quick kiss, you smile, and stand. You press another kiss into her hair out of habit, “Come to bed soon.” 

[equallyshaw]

reunion's - cillian murphy x actress oc

- these are my literal guilty pleasure, so it only made sense to do one myself.

- takes place right after oppenheimer ends filming and the premiere of it

-has a few time skips

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 3.0K

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tana looked up from her laptop that she had been scouring for the past few hours, reading a short script over and over again. in between a bottle of wine and thai takeout, ofcourse. it was nearing 2 am when she heard her california home front door open, she looked up, her tabby cat still at her feet. she stood up unsure of who it could be, but then heard the distinct Irish accent that she'd come to love over the past 2 years. and that's when she saw him walking towards her. he smiled widely, holding a bouquet of peonies and a box of chocolate. her favorites. "hi my love." he said softly setting the gifts down, and pulled the girl into a big hug. she looked up at him and smiled, before kissing him. they melted into the kiss, familiar yet unfamiliar. he'd been shooting oppenheimer for the past 60-something days while she had been in vancouver shooting the last episodes her character had in riverdale...how she went from peaky blinders to riverdale will amaze her for the rest of time. she'd be back in vancouver shortly for pilot season. "hi baby.." she whispered as they parted before she pecked him one last time. he dipped her, causing her to giggle and he placed one more kiss before moving back to grab her gifts. she took the gifts, marveling at the flowers and gave him a cheeky smile for the chocolates. he smirked, taking ahold of rodgers; her 6 year old tabby. she adopted him around civil war with captain america vs iron man and named him after the great steve rodgers. cillian kissed the tabby, before setting him back down. tana moved over into the kitchen to place the flowers into a vase, and set the chocolate near the expresso machine. she set the flowers above the sink and smiled. cillian came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her. they'd have tonight before reality set back in.

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tana and cillian met on the set of peaky blinders in 2021, right after the second wave of the pandemic hit. as fate would have it, they lived down the hall from one another as cillian was going through it with his wife. the two had been having issues for years and the pandemic only amplified them. he confided in her, and in turn she came to adore the man. in ways she knew she shouldn't, so once her character's time came to an end on the show, she skipped back to los angeles before hiking it up to riverdale in vancouver, of march 2022. the two didn't see each other then until november 2022 when cililan came to toronto to do some filming for a video short. the two rekindled where they had left off. cillian's divorce just had been finalized and so he had the freedom to do whatever his heart pleased. but for tana who was 27 in november, the logistics of coming out to the world was not necessarily good. bleak. grim, even. for him and for her, the age gap between the two would be the focal point and not that they cared deeply for one another. tana woke up a little bit before cillian, and she was cuddled into his chest. she moved some stray hair out of his eyes softly. she hummed to herself, and as cillian heard that as he pretended to be asleep he begun to tickle her. she jumped and squealed as he did so, as it was the death of her. she ended up rolling onto the floor, and as soon as she landed with a thud she erupted with laughter. cillian quickly looked over, and relaxed as he heard her contagious laugh. she pushed a foot towards him, as if to keep his distance. he put his hands up in defense playfully and she got up. cillian eyed his shirt that hung over her body. "have i ever told you that you in my clothes..just does it for me?" he questioned cheekily, and she rolled her eyes. "yeah yeah yeah." she said throwing a stray pillow at him before walking out of the room. she walked out and went to go feed her cat, and make some expresso. as she scrolled on her phone and responded to messages, cillian walked in planted a kiss on her head before getting a nespresso for himself. he walked to the fridge, grabbing some creamer for tana and milk for him. "you really need to get some tea, love." he said softly and she stiffled a laugh. he was playing with fire, this morning she thought. jokingly ofcrouse. "I'm american, we don't drink breakfast tea." she said in a posh british accent and he cringed causing her to laugh. "yes ill grab more today...besides i didn't know you'd be stopping by. so that's on you buddy." she smirked sipping her coffee now. "oh is that so?" he asped wrapping his arms around the girl. because of how fleeting their time together was, they made the most of it, and usually could never keep their hands to themselves. innocently and not so innocently.

it was around 2 pm that day as they were watching the office together the steve carrell version, he got a call from his agent. his demeanor changed, and then he stood up walking into the bedroom. she thought nothing of it, and waited for him to return. cillian's heart and mind fought with one another. his heart told him to stay, while his head told him to leave. his agent had tipped him off that the daily mail or the daily fail was about to put out a article, detailing his and tana's relationship..from the very beginning. somebody had told them, and he was trying to figure out who. his agent told him to get his arse back to ireland, so they could do some media damage. but he just didn't want to leave tana to the wolves. he wanted to face everything together. but his agent had said this will look badly on them, more her than him. she'd be seen as somebody with 'daddy issues' (nothing wrong with that tho!) while he'd be seen as a womanizer and that could benefit him. he bit his cheek as he quickly gathered his things. when he didn't come back in, she went go to see if he was still on the phone. as she opened the door, her heart dropped. "you're leaving?" she questioned, and he paused briefly. "ye-yeah my agent needs me to come back for an audition." he said not looking up at her. she nodded, biting her cheek. she felt tears pool her eyes, why was he being secretive? she felt her chest rise, knowing she would be crying momentarily. he picked up on her scattered breathing, and as he looked up she was out of the doorway. he finished packing and walked out to find her. "tana?" he questioned and he found her in the little reading nook in her office. she looked out the window, not wanting to turn. and she knew if she did, she'd start sobbing uncontrollably. "just- just don't. don't say a damn word, because nothing is going to make up for the fact that you're leaving because youre terrified!" she seethed now looking at cillian. his heart dropped, knowing she knew. she shook her head biting her lip, sighing. "my agent told me last night right before you got here." she said setting her feet on the ground in front of her. "you're being a fucking coward, cill. a fucking coward!" she threw at him, before shaking her head. "i thought differently of you...so fucking different." she said wiping her eyes, getting rid of her tears. "you-you fucking promised cill. fucking promised." she seeted, pointing a fingers towards his chest. his eyes followed with tears, so evident in his blue eyes. "get the hell out." she said calmly, before sitting back down on the nook and looking out the window. cillian swallowed, watching for a brief moment, before walking out. shattering the young girl's heart.

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the two would not see each other until the premiere of oppenheimer in london. tana had come a few days early to stay with florence in her london flat before the hotel stay where they'd get ready. the two had become thick of thieves after working on the critically acclaimed, midsommar. ever since then, they had been best friends. the pair were in their conjoined suites, with their respective hair and makeup teams, and stylists. for the first time in her career, chanel had sent over personalized dresses for her to choose from, and she chose a dashing and daring silver rose gold dress, that plunged a bit at the front. "you nervy?" florence questioned walking in on camilla as she was inspecting her dress. she smoothed down the dress, and she nodded to florence; making eye contact in the mirror. "well you look hot, so he's gonna have to say something." florence smirked and the two went on to take some photos together. they arrived at the premiere, and tana's stomach fluttered with butterflies. they'd be the first people on the carpet, and first for the movie in florences cast. florence was met with a rupture of screams, and tana even earned her own as she stepped onto the carpet. peaky blinders had given the international fanbase she'd bee gunning for, and now it seems there were a few waiting for the premiere. she watched florence do some solo shots, and took one on her phone of florence before their agent pushed them together. the crowd went wild, and the two laughed contagiously, and cillian would know that laugh from anywhere. as he walked up to the carpet, he saw tana looking the most beautiful he'd ever seen her. she look confident, calm and collected and most of all, she seemed genuinely happy. and that was all he wanted for her. the pair took some more photos before florence pushed her away to make tana take some solo shots. she waved to some fans who went wild, and that's when she momentarily made eye contact with cillian. and for some reason, that unleashed one hell of a confidence boost. florence walked towards cillian who gave her a knowing look, he knew she set this whole thing up. "TANA - TANA - TANA!" florence chanted with the crowd, and tana's cheeks turned crimson pink. she shook her head, before walking towards her agent. she laughed loudly at whatever the agent said before the two made their way over to the interviews. "you fucked up cill, royally." florence said pushing him softly, before taking photos with each other. and then the queen emily blunt showed up and florence quickly ran over to hug and take pictures. emily laughed at cill's response, before the two walked over. "did florence tell you that you fucked up royally?" emily said turning towards the camera and speaking through clenched teeth. florence snickered and cillian nodded. "yep, and i know it wont be the end of it tonight." and emily clapped him on the back, "atta boy." she said before matt damon joined in.

tana took in some interviews, "how does it feel to see your ex on the big screen like this?" one of them asked, and she smiled diplomatically. "its amazing! to see how he did in peaky blinders and to now grace the big screen is wonderful! he definitely deserves this moment, and as an audience member i cannot wait to see what it entails." she smiled genuinely, before stepping back. "can i go inside?" she questioned, who told their publicist that they were going inside. "all for florence." the american girl muttered to herself as they walked into the theater.

yet they never made it to the movie, because on the other side of the world in california, they declared the protest between sag aftra and production companies/houses. florence dragged tana to an after party at the soho house. as florence partied on, tana sat at the bar on her phone. she spoke to her parents about the strike and found that they were already on the picket lines, for their daughter who couldn't just yet. she facetimed them, and saw all of it. "you guys are too cute! see yall soon." she beamed, before ending the facetime. she typed away to another friend, and another producer. things were becoming real for them and her stomach turned with anxiety. "mind if i join?" she heard the familiar Irish accent that made her stomach skip. she did not bother to look at him as she finished her cranberry vodka, holding it up for another one. he sat down without a word. he ordered his usual pint of beer, and they sat in silence waiting for their drinks. her phone buzzed with a selfie from her parents, they had taken with an actor friend of hers, maia mitchell. she hearted the image. she thanked the bartender for her drink and then cillian received his. "your parents on the picket lines?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. her parents had always been politically active, and this movement proved no different for them. "ye-yeah. i facetimed them as they were hitting hour number 3." she mused sipping her drink. "i figured." he mused, "that they'd be supporting something that means so much to them." she added to his comment and his eyebrows raised. "list-" she cut him off, "i get that you didn't want your career to be clouded, bu-but did you think for a second what it would do to mine, huh? or at least how you leaving would make me feel ? answer me that much cillian." and there it was. she'd used his full name and not just cill, he had come to love to hear from her.

"no, i didn't. i was in too much of a hurry to consider anything else." he answered honestly, and she felt her heart sink. she already knew his answer, but hearing him confirm it hurt even more. she nodded, "i figured. i so fucking figured." she seethed drinking more of her drink. "if you had, maybe things would of been different. or maybe just maybe, i wouldn't have wasted 7 months of filming falling for you." she quipped, chugging the rest of her drink; slammed it on the counter and texted florence she was taking a taxi back to the hotel. cillian sat at the bar, the rest of the night. tana had made it back to the hotel around 1 am, and as soon as she shut the conjuring suite door, she broke down sobbing. she felt as if her heart was about to break out of her chest, as she heaved. the brunette ripped off her jewelry and dress, before slipping on the white robe the hotel had for each guest. she went to the bathroom, to clean off her makeup. as soon as she saw her reflection, she cried harder. she stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes more, before walking out to go lay down. as she was passing the door, a loud knock was pounded. her eyebrows crinkled, with confusion. she wiped her eyes, and looked through the peephole before opening it to cillian. "what?" she asked, defeatedly. she was done, done with feeling the way she did about cillian. cillian took in the girl's broken composure. his eyes watered watching her crumbling before his eyes. "tana." was all he said before he stepped in, wrapping his arms around her. he shut the door behind them, and slowly made his way over to the bed with her.

he held her too his chest as she sobbed, his heart breaking knowing he caused this. she continued to cry for the next 10 minutes before she looked up at cillian who had already been looking at her for a few minutes. "why didn-didn't you stay? when you knew that would hurt me?" she questioned through broken sobs. his heart broke, and he brought her in for a kiss. she melted into the kiss feeling salty tears hit her cheeks. they pulled apart and she wiped his. he smiled weakly, and her in awe of his vulnerability, once again. she hadn't seen him cry since he put in motion the divorce. "cill.." she whispered wiping more tears as she whispered his name. "wh-why are you here?" she questioned, softly. "to tell you that...it hurt me too. that I'm sti-still hurting." he said weakly, and her heart now broke even more. "cill-" he cut her off, "i haven't stopped thinking about how we left things and in turn, can't turn off the memories that we made together. and i just, i miss you, I'm sorry." he cried. she brought him into her neck trying to comfort him. she allowed him to cry now, feeling vulnerability seep through his suit. his see-through suit. cillian calmed down after a few minutes, "cill.." she said and he looked up at her. "tell me what you know i want to hear, and ill be yours once again." she said softly and he nodded. "i want you, i have always wanted you. what i feel for you is stronger than anything i felt for my ex wife...and i want our lives together, in private and in public." he said confidently. and tana was sold. she smiled widely, before kissing him. they kissed the whole night, catching up and talking. oh, and laughing occasionally. florence came home sometime later and heard the two giggling like fools, and banging on the suite doors. "i swear to god if you fuck, I'm killing you lot!" she yelled and the two laughed, loudly. florence smirked, texting emily the good news.

tana and cillian spent the night forging a plan to go public, and how they wanted to spend time between los angeles and ireland. "ireland." tana hummed, and cillian had a twinkle in his eye. "ireland?" he questioned and she nodded. "take me home." she smiled before he gave her the biggest kiss of the night.

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@thetana: London you were smashing xx

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[my-blind-album]

NEW CHARACTERS

From now on, I will be doing other character's of Charlize Theron such as;

-Charlotte Field (Longshot)

-Elaine Markinson (Gringo)

-Lorraine Broughton (Atomic Blonde)

-Queen Ravenna (Snow White and The Huntsman & Huntsman: Winter's War)

-Clea Strange (From Doctor Strange: The Multiverse Of Madness)

-Andy (The Old Guard)

I will also be doing Charlize Theron herself and I still do Lady Lesso stories just thought it was better it I add more characters as well.

I will also be doing other characters as well apart from Charlize Theron Character's. Below are the other female characters I will be adding;

-Wanda Maximoff (& Elizabeth Olsen)

-Natasha Romanoff (& Scarlett Johansson)

-Mary Poppins (Emily Blunt Version)

-Emily Houghton (From jungle Cruise played by Emily Blunt)

-Harley Quinn (by Emma Stone)

-Cruella DeVille (played by Emma Stone in 2021)

[friendship-ditch]

The Best Stuntwoman

(Jody Moreno x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: After your accident and practical disappearance off the face of the earth, your ex girlfriend Jody is conflicted on your appearance as the stunt woman for her movie.

Warnings/Notes: None! No described romance but theres the buildup <3 (I am branching out a bit on my fandoms/stories now btw because theres not a SINGLE Jody x Reader fic out there and it's a CRIME

Word Count: 3134

  A car roll was no easy feat, especially after you’d been out of the job for over a year.  You’d wondered if it was a mistake to even consider coming back here, if you should’ve just stayed in your house in your new peaceful life… but then you thought about Jody, and that urge to make a beeline for the nearest plane out of Australia faded.  This was your chance to fix those mistakes you’d been dwelling on ever since you changed your number.  You couldn’t back out now, you’d never get this opportunity again.

  After a brief conversation with Dan to get a lay of the land (or stall), you clipped your helmet on and climbed into the stunt car.  Your nerves were jittery and your heart was racing.  Shouldn’t they have given you a bit of a refresher before throwing you back into the field?

  Apparently not.  Seconds after, the shoot began, and so did the engine.

  You drove down the beach, tires skidding in the damp, slightly dense sand.  You tried your best to focus on the camera ahead of you, maintaining a distance between your bumper and the lens.

  “Move up, y/n!”  Dan’s voice crackled over the speakers.  You hesitated, feeling the car jump a little bit across the sand.

  “I can’t!  If I get too close I won’t be able to control the car.  The sands a little loose, I don’t have enough traction.”  You tried to ignore the quivering tone in your voice.  “If I get any closer you’ll lose the camera.”

  “I know, I know, but get in there!  You’ve got this.”  Dan gave you as much encouragement as he could, though he was probably able to see how bouncy the car was.

  Against your better judgment you did what he said, and just as you predicted, the car bounced a little too far forward and broke the camera hanging off the back of the recording vehicle.

  You could imagine Jody’s glare and her soft mutter at your mistake, feeling glad you didn’t have to face her at the moment.  Oh, why couldn’t people listen to you when you were right?

  Recovering quickly from the bump, you came to terms with something much more frightening than a scolding by your ex; the car jump.  The last one you did was years ago, way before your accident, and it was not a fun experience.  You could vision yourself landing a little too hard and breaking your arm, or flying too far forward and breaking your neck.  No, no, you had to stay focused.  If not for you, then for Jody.  

  As the pyro went off beside you, you held your breath and pressed the button.

  You must’ve blacked out during the sequence, because the next thing you knew, the car was upside down on the sand, and your hand was out, making the classic thumbs up.  Dan and the rest of the team pulled you out, exclaiming something about ‘world record,’ and ‘8 and 1/2 rolls,’ but you didn’t really hear them, still a little freaked.

  Dan brought you back to the main camp of the set.  You still had your helmet on, fearing if you took it off, your eyes would still be huge, frozen in terror.

  “That was so good!”  A familiar, joyful voice exclaimed from behind you.  “How is she, Dan?  Is she good?”

  And before you realized what was happening, you were facing Jody, in all of her director glory. 

You removed your helmet, and worried for a moment that your fears were right, and your eyes were permanently paralyzed as wide and white, but then reality kicked in.

  Her gardening hat fluttered in the wind, her arms crossed across her light pink jumpsuit, and her dreamy eyes were staring blankly at you, almost as if she was as shocked as you’d been in the car.  After a few seconds of near cinematic eye contact, your eyes drifted to her parted lips and suddenly she snapped out of it.  

  “Who’s idea was this?”  Jody asked, voice carrying an uncharacteristic crack.

  Dan hesitated for a second, looking at you, and then the other woman.  “I think it was Gail’s idea.”

  “I thought it was your idea.”  You turned to Jody, confused.  Had Gail lied?  She sounded so insistent over the phone that Jody had wanted you for her movie.  You.  But… that could’ve been a front.  Gail lied so easily that at some point you had to step back and wonder how much of anything she said was the truth.

  Jody glanced at you from the corner of her narrowed eyes, eyebrows furrowed.  “Dan, come on.  I didn’t approve her.  I would never approve her.”

  You were about to protest when Jody suddenly elbowed you in the side.  “Can I talk to you for a second?”  

  She took you aside, shoulders tensed and eyes still at about 75% of a glare.  “Interesting move, really.  Really interesting.  You disappear off the face of the earth, change your number, and then you casually show back up here on my movie set?  You show up and now you’re my new stunt person?”

  The wind from the nearby helicopter nearly sent her hat flying.  You caught it and placed it back on her head, gingerly tucking her blonde hair out of her face, then putting the hat back on her head and pulling the tie closed.

  The whole time, Jody stared at you.  You couldn’t tell if she was looking at you with a look that read “I’m so smitten by you,” or the contrary, “I’m going to skin you alive when nobody is looking.”

  “You can’t–you can’t do that.  Don’t do that.”  Jody protested pathetically and pulled out of your touch.

  “Well, your hat was–”

  “Why are you here?”

  You sighed again, shaking your head.  “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

  “Clearly.” 

  “I was under the impression that… you did want me here.”

  Congratulations, you’d graduated to being skinned alive in private to being skinned alive in front of the whole cast and crew of Metalstorm.  Jody huffed.  “That’s a delusional thought, we haven’t spoken in a year.”

  “Gail said–.”

  “I don’t care, whatever.  But you clipped my camera.”  As angry as she was at you, Jody couldn’t help but bring up your newest mistake.  That’s what she did when she was mad at you.  At least it was better than the time you brought a snake into her trailer to show her and it decided to make home in her bed, which neither of you found out until 2:00 am.

  “I’m a little rusty, I’m sorry.  I’ll make it up to you.”

  Jody was just staring at you now, watching your every move with her big blue eyes, as if she could read your mind.  For a moment, you thought you won her over, but then you and your stupid mouth spoke a bit more.

  “I think this is going to be an amazing movie, I mean not as amazing as you, or as beautiful, but–”

  “No, I can’t do this.”  Jody turned, shaking her head.  She held the edges of her hat down and turned to Dan.  “Don’t we have anybody else?”

  “You want the truth?”  Dan said, not really giving the director a chance to respond.  “We literally have nobody else.”

  Jody turned back to you, reading your thoughts once more; of course your socks were two different colors, no, she couldn’t see them, but of course she’d be able to read your most embarrassing fears.  She seemed to glare through you for a moment, and then lowered her voice.

  “What’s next?”  She asked Nigel, who responded with something pertaining to lighting you on fire.

  For the first time since you’d stepped onto this set, you saw a small glint in Jody’s eyes and she nodded.  “Alright.”

  That was all she said, and for a moment you wondered if you’d misheard.  But then you heard Nigel speak into his walkie-talkie about setting you on fire and that pit in your stomach grew once again.

  The next hour was borderline excruciating.  Getting set on fire hurt, and so did getting thrown into a wall.  Being publicly embarrassed about your mistakes by pure metaphors in front of the entire cast and crew also hurt, but more so your ego than your body.  

  By the time the scene was finally finished, and there were 4 perfectly fine and alike cuts for Jody to mull over later and maybe regret refilming so many times just to get a lash at you, your body ached and you wanted to pass out.

  You dragged yourself over to the medical tent and got patched up, feeling Jody’s eyes on you from afar.  For claiming to hate you as much as she did, she sure was watching when the doctor removed your dirt cladded jacket to reveal your dusty white tank top.

  They patched you up, covering your numerous fire burns and gashes, and then sent you on your way.  It felt like chains were hanging from your legs as you trudged to your truck and then collapsed into the seat.

  Now with the first privacy you had all day, and with the radio already set on a sad station, you couldn’t help but finally let those pent up tears spill down your dirty face.  You pressed your forehead into the wheel, ignoring the dent it would leave in your skin, and just let it out in your own little isolated world.

  A tap at the window snapped you out of it and you buried your face into your jacket to wipe the tears.  You hesitantly peered over the rim, and right into the gaze of Jody.

  Without saying a word, you rolled the windows down and then hid back into your jacket to rub at your eyes a bit more.  When you were satisfied, you cleared your throat and turned to face her.

  “What are you doing?”  Jody asked, resting her arms where the window was, and her chin on top of them.

  “Just… chilling down.”  You mumbled.

  “That’s a weird phrase.”

  “It’s something the Australians say.”

  “Really?  I’ve been here 6 months and I haven’t heard it.”

  You just shrugged, looking down again.  Your attempt to clean your face must’ve been shitty because Jody spoke again, her tone a little softer.  “Were you crying?”

  “No.”

  She didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, as she reached in and moved your hair out of your face.  With a discontent hum, she shook her head and put your hair back, as if her touch hadn’t just sent 100 butterflies into your stomach.

  “Can I get in the car with you?”

  Maybe you did hit your head during the car roll.  You would’ve thought now Jody would perform her final duty of ending your life, which honestly, you probably deserved.

  “What…?”

  Jody took that as a yes and climbed into the passenger's seat.  Upon sitting down, you realized she didn’t have a knife or a baseball bat, so your nerves softened a little.

  “So how have you been?”  She asked, looking at you with an oddly peaceful expression of curiosity.  That was one thing you’d always loved about Jody; when she let her voice grow softer and that neverending curiosity take over to reveal her almost childlike wonder of the world.

  You were still a little uneasy with words, voice a bit hoarse, so you just gave her a thumbs up.

  “Thumbs up?  God, I hate that bullshit.  That stunt person bullshit.”  Jody huffed.  She was about to go on more of a rant, but then cut herself off with a deep breath.  “Alright, no, that’s okay.  Boundaries… if that’s how you want to express yourself, then I’ll have to unwillingly accept it.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant…”

  “What do you mean then?”

  I’m sorry.  I fucked up.  I’m an idiot, I know.  You can slap me if you want, I deserve it.

  But none of the above apologizes made their way out, they just got stuck on your dry tongue.

  Jody watched as your mouth fell part way open and just hung there.  Then she let out a soft chuckle, relaxing and leaning back into the carseat.

  “Well, go on then.  Ask me how I am, use your big girl words.”

  You swallowed a few times.  “How… how have you been?”

  “Okay.”

  That was it?  Now Jody was staring out the windshield as if her mental dictionary had fallen apart.

  “Use your big girl words.”  You teased, gently nudging her with your shoulder.

  “Shut it.”  Jody replied, though there was a little grin on her face.  She tried to hold the smile back from getting any bigger but soon she was laughing, and so were you.  

  It felt like the old days again, the two of you sneaking off of set on your free time to just have fun in each other's presence, laughing in some weird situation or place, over some stupid joke.

  Jody managed to get control of herself first, her happiness dying down into a soft frown.  She reached a tender hand to brush your hair out of your face again, tracing a finger over the gash on your forehead.  “You’re not hurt too badly, are you?”  Her voice had softened once more to one of worry, if not guilt.

  With the way her fingers moved across your face, scanning your skin for any sort of wounds, you almost forgot how to speak.  But you forced out an answer.  “No…  I’m okay.”  

  It was a lie and you both knew it.  Jody deflated a little and you frowned.

  “I bet you enjoyed that though… slamming me into the wall, setting me on fire…”

  Jody let out another soft chuckle.  She shook her head as if to deny it, but the smile on her face didn’t crack.  “It was... cathartic, I’ll tell you that.”

  You smiled too.  “Yeah…  You’re lucky, you actually got to set your ex on fire, and not get arrested for it.”

  Jody laughed again, her head leaning into your shoulder a little.  You were surprised, but it was as if she didn’t even notice, her old habits were coming back and she didn’t even notice.  She then heaved a sigh.  “Did you miss me at all?”

  “A little.”

  She wrinkled her nose and you grinned, lowering your shoulder a little so she could lean into it better.  You moved your head to look out the window.

  “I missed you every day.”

  “You did?” 

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”  Jody whispered.  “Because… I missed you too.”

  You looked back over at her, surprised by the intensity in her eyes as she gazed up at your face, tracing the forgotten paths of her fingers across your skin.  If you didn’t know better, you would’ve leaned down and kissed her, and she probably would’ve done the same.

  Jody was the first to look away, though she only pressed herself into you a little more.  “You’re going to stick around, right?  I know I was a bit of an ass earlier… and I’m still mad at you, but I’m not like… going to rip your head off.”

  “Oh, that’s relieving.”  You said in the same tone.  “I guess that means I can stick around.”

  “You will?  That’s good, that’s good…”  Jody murmured, half to herself.  “I didn’t really like the other stunt double that much anyway.. She wasn’t as nice as you, or as good.”

  “You think I’m good?”

  “Good?  You’re the best damn stunt woman I’ve ever seen.”  Jody muttered affectionately at you.  “I’m glad Gail found your number, even if I didn’t ask her to.”

  You nodded and the two of you fell into a gentle silence for a moment.  You could’ve fallen asleep, you were so exhausted.  Then an idea popped into your mind and you said it before you could stop yourself.

  “Do you want it?  My… my new number, I mean.”

  “Do you plan on changing it again?”

  You shook your head.

  “Okay.  You can put it in my phone after you drive me to my car.”

  Her car?  The vehicle about 10 feet away?  

  “I can do that.”  You started the car, then took a little left.  “Uh-oh, we’ve got a bit of a detour here.  Please keep your arms inside the vehicle at all times, you’ll soon arrive at your destination.”

  Jody couldn’t help but laugh at your little game.  Sure, she was exhausted too, and normally she’d be pissed but… she just got you back, she didn’t mind a little more time at your side.

  You did a few quiet laps around the parking lot, neither of you saying much besides sometimes pointing another car out as if you hadn’t just seen it.  It was silly, but it was fun, and it made your heart flutter.

  After the fifth or so round, you finally pulled up to her car, parking about a foot away.

  “Your carriage, my lady.”

  Jody smirked and headbutted your shoulder gently.  She looked over at her car for a second, the smile on her lips not exactly matching the look in her eyes as she realized your little fun was over.  Then she let out a soft sigh.

  “Thank you.”  

  You nodded and reached to open the door for her.

  Jody mouthed another thanks and started to leave, when something came over her.  She turned back to you, slipped her hands on both sides of your face, luckily covering their sudden pink tint, and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

  You sat as still as a rock, worried that if you moved, your heart would give out.

  Jody pulled away quickly after that and slipped out of your car.  For a second you thought she hadn’t realized the gravity of what she just did, but then in a shaky, embarrassed voice, she blurted out: “See you tomorrow!” and then darted off to her car.

  You stared after her trail for a few seconds, coming back to earth.  A big smile had spread across your face and you forced yourself to wave, though she wasn’t looking in your direction, probably to hide her own blush.

  A few seconds later, you drove away, thinking only about the touch of her lips on your forehead, and how dizzy it made you feel.  Clearly, all hope was not lost.  Your wounds didn’t hurt much anymore, and you didn’t care if you’d have to jump off a cliff tomorrow… it wouldn’t matter in the long run.  

  You were slowly getting Jody back, that’s the important thing.

  Now that it had finally set in, you let out some sort of an excited scream, rolled the windows up, did it again, but a little louder, and then drove off, already dreaming about the next day.

[aphroditeslover11]

I’m basically the only one of my female friends now who isn’t talking to a guy which caused me to get a bit introspective last night at 2 am. I think I have a similar taste in men to Kitty Oppenheimer before she met Robert at this point. We have pretty similar track records with intelligent men, musicians and the odd guy who turns out to be gay (mine is still my best friend though). I have some fabulous stories! 🤣