#loved Cillian Murphy yesterday

[tafutofu]

Became obsessed with this man. His face is so good to draw, I cannot get enough of it. 

Silly storytime on how I became obsessed under read more

So, a friend of mine is obsessed with DC. She invited me to watch a re-run of Dark Knight Rises and I fell in love with Tom’s Bane. This went on for some weeks, leading into me reading Fanfic, and there was a Jonathan Crane FF tagged as Bane. Read it, got mad because I got bamboozled, then I went down the Cillian Murphy rabbit hole. Started watching peaky blinders, re-watched the Nolan Triology, will continue to watch all his films and shorts and series and-

on an unrelated note, watched Across the Spider-Verse and I’m mad at the lack of Noir, but also loved Hobie

[lesbians4armand]

while i do love scarecrow designs that are explicitly scary and think there should be more of them, there is just /something/, a certain je ne sais quoi about nolanverse scarecrow with his doll eyes and bambi freckles simultaneously being so beautiful and unsettling. you KNOW he’s bad and you know he’s scary from the beginning but. isnt he so pretty? he cant be so bad, right? ….right?

[lovelytsunoda]

unsub! // logan sargeant

summary: this modern thriller star is a big softie for her boyfriend…if you squint really hard sometimes

pairing: logan sargeant x criminal minds! actress! reader

fc liana liberato

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yn.yln big things are coming, watch this space! criminalmindsevolution

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logansargeant hey sexy lady

-> yn.yln 😘

jennaortega she is the moment

user this is my gay awakening

user is it just me or does she seem totally wrong for an f1 wag? she’s all gloom and darkness and hard edges and logan is a ball of sunshine

-> user logan is happy so who are we to judge? I personally love their grumpy sunshine dynamic. I think he evens her out

criminalmindsevolution 👀👀

-> user please tell me my scream queen is going to be playing a hot new female unsub

user just one chance. that’s all I’m asking.

albon_pets she scares horsey

-> yn.yln I’ll bring extra nandos next time I’m around, that should change horseys mind!

-> alex_albon we all know you���re the biggest softy around drop the act

-> yn.yln i admit nothing. I have my image to think about

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criminalmindsevolution we are delighted to welcome yn yln as jade waters to the bau verse. she has stunned viewers with her roles in ‘scream’, ‘based on a true story’ and ‘totally killer’. meet jade on screen for the first time this friday, we think you’ll like her

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user I KNEW SHED BE A SEXY UNSUB!! whatever my wife did she’s not guilty your honor

yn.yln knife to meet you 🫣

logansargeant so proud of you my love!

user she is mother.

user is anyone else alarmed that she seems to only play unalivers and general psychopaths? sensing an alarming pattern

-> user are u dumb she literally played a slasher victim in totally killer

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f1wagsource Actress YN YLN spotted taking a break from filming Criminal Minds Evolution as she enters the Vegas paddock this weekend with boyfriend Logan Sargeant

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user are we sure this is the same woman who killed seven people in a Scream film? the same woman who said her favourite director was Wes Craven and her favourite film Cillian Murphys Red Eye?

user this is like a whole other side to her!!

user she’s so expressive! I was watching her through the afternoon as she decided to watch the practice sessions from the stands and she did the most adorable little cheer in her seat whenever logan’s car came past 🥺

user she’s actually the sweetest person I’ve ever met! I ran into her and logan at a franchised bar in reno and she was so chill- she even offered to take a picture of me and logan, not even realizing that I actually wanted a picture with her!

logansargeant just posted to his story!

[caption 1: help I think she’s house hunting out if our budget again caption 2: never get between yn and her nachos….love you baby]

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yn.yln to my partner in crime, my script partner, the one who always encourages me to chase my dreams, even when I think they’re bigger than my body. without you, I never would have had the courage to send my audition tape to the producers of criminal minds. heck, I probably wouldn’t have even thought to audition for scream. we’ve been through so much together, and it feels like only yesterday I nervously asked you out in a crowded bar, palms so sweaty that I dropped my sprite and you had to help me clean the glass off the floor. I still don’t know why you agreed to go out with me, if I’m being honest.

happy three years my love 🩷

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kirstenvangness AWEEE MY BABIES ARE ALL GROWN UP

logansargeant has it really been three years already? what can I saw except I love you know like I love you then, but tenfold. you inspire me and support me and I am so lucky to call you my girlfriend.

-> yn.yln don’t make me cry!! people can’t think I’m a softie!

-> logansargeant lmao it’s too late for that one babe

kiernanshipka THREE YEARS ALREADY! that boy better put a ring on it soon

user my royal couple

user this was a sudden burst of emotions I wasn’t expecting

-> oscarpiastri get used to it, logan makes her go all soft and gooey inside

joemantegna happy anniversary kiddo!

jensonbutton petition to have her at every race? she’s so much fun to be around and she makes the garage a better place to be

-> liakblock ur only saying that because she was the only one who would do oasis karaoke with you

-> yn.yln I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of a karaoke machine in jensons office

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day fourteen ⛧ sex toys

Cillian Murphy x F!Reader

It's your birthday, and Cillian's gift keeps giving.

warnings: smut, sex toys, oral (f receiving), squirting, cum eating, nipple play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, clit torture

word count: 1087

author's note: hello yes I'm alive lol I'm so sorry I'm so behind on kinktober. my mental health hasn't been the best and life is really stressful rn but I'm trying my best ((: I hope ya'll enjoy.

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Cillian is always adventurous when it comes to trying new things with you in bed. This includes different positions as well as various toys. So when your birthday rolls around, Cillian decides to get you a mind-blowing gift. He also decides his end goal is to get you to squirt, even if it takes the entirety of your birthday to do so. Cillian is almost beside himself as you wake up and shower, his excitement bleeding through his calm and collected exterior. While you’re washing up, he goes to his closet and retrieves the gift box with your gift inside. Sitting it on your end of the bed, he returns to his warm spot under the duvet and waits for you to finish showering. Without realizing it, Cillian falls asleep while you’re blow drying your hair, the sounds lulling him to doze off. 

“What’s this?” you ask loudly enough for your boyfriend to stir from his short slumber.

“Hmm? Oh,” Cillian rubs his eyes, sitting up, “That’s your birthday gift. Happy birthday, love.”

You quirk an eyebrow, the gift box in your hands, “I thought I said not to get me anything?”

“Well, you know I never listen,” Cillian chuckles, tossing the duvet off his legs, “Now open it.”

You sigh, glaring at Cillian playfully before pulling the box apart, revealing a contraption you’ve only ever seen on the internet.

“No way,” you gasp, your cheeks burning at the sight of the brand new toy, “How’d you know I wanted one?”

“I didn’t,” Cillian admits, “But I’m glad you’re going to enjoy it.”

“Oh really now?” you tilt your head, “And just when do you think I’m going to enjoy it?”

Cillian catches onto your teasing tone, “Today. Right now. Lay down, and we’ll see.”

You giggle, unwrapping the towel from around your body and letting it fall to the floor as you climb on the bed, the empty gift box now discarded and forgotten at the end of the bed. The toy, a clit sucker and massager, is in your hands only a moment before Cillian snatches it while you’re relaxing into the mattress. He climbs on top of you, resting himself between your legs as he puts the toy next to you for now.

“Got to get you a little ready first,” Cillian looks up at you through his lashes as he gives your clit a testing lick.

You hum, letting Cillian slowly circle the bud with the tip of his tongue to arouse you. Suckling on your clit, he lets his teeth graze against the sensitive flesh as a quiet moan leaves your lips. You can feel yourself gradually getting wet as Cillian teases your bundle of nerves with his fingers. He pinches you lightly, rolling you between his fingertips as your hips buck upward at the sensation. Cillian watches in delight as your clit becomes red and swollen, begging to be tortured. He sits up and returns to his side of the bed, beckoning you to sit in his lap. You quickly sit between his legs, your back pressed against his chest as he retrieves the toy. He made sure to charge it before placing it in the box yesterday to ensure it was ready. Cillian turns the sucker on, admiring the small piece inside the sucker that acts similar to a tongue, flicking up and down slowly. The speed of the “tongue” and the strength of the sucking can be turned up and down with buttons, much to your excitement.

“I’m goin’ ta make you squirt, kitten. How’s that?”

You shiver, moaning at his words, “Sounds good.”

Cillian spreads your lips apart, getting a perfect view of your puffy clit as he lowers the mouth of the sucker onto it, your entire body jolting at the initial feeling. You gasp, your hands flying to grip Cillian’s thighs as the little tongue inside torturously flicks your bud as the toy sucks it lightly. Cillian turns both up a notch higher, satisfied when you let out a breathy moan. After he lets you adjust to the first three settings, Cillian turns it up to the fourth setting, letting you squirm before pulling the toy off you.

“Noo,” you whine, breathing heavily, “Feels so good.”

“Be patient, love,” Cillian coos, “Wanna make you cum so hard you fucking scream.”

You cry out when he presses the toy back to your angry clit, the stimulation making your stomach clench. With his free hand, Cillian pinches your nipples, tugging at them as he turns up the toy yet again. He figures out that you absolutely lose control when he wiggles the toy while it’s suctioned to your bundle of nerves, adding friction to the other delicious sensations.

“Fuck,” you squeal, your legs beginning to shake, “I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

“Cum for me, doll. Fucking gush all over the bed like the messy bitch you are, I know you can.”

You feel an intense orgasm approaching, your entire body vibrating as the toy laps at your clit, your endless arousal seeping out of you and onto the sheets. Cillian turns the toy up as high as it’ll go, pulling on your nipple and twisting it, sending you absolutely delirious. You cum hard, your cunt clenching harshly around nothing as arousal gushes from you in spurts. Cillian keeps the toy on you, making your body convulse as another squirting orgasm comes over you. You’re screaming at this point, making a mess of the sheets as you release everywhere. Cillian is groaning in your ear, his hard-on pressed into your tailbone as he watches you come undone. He finally goes to take the toy off but doesn’t turn it off or remove it quickly. Instead, he slowly pulls it off your clit, letting it continue to suction the bud. You’re near tears in overstimulation as you feel yourself about to cum again, your cunt pitifully squirting the remainder of your arousal before Cillian pulls the toy completely off you. 

“God,” your chest heaves as you melt into Cillian’s chest, slurring your words, “Fuck. That was so good.”

Cillian chuckles at your state of euphoria as he turns the sucker off. He reaches a hand to your pussy, gathering your wetness with his fingers as he makes you jump from the light touch. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Cillian cleans them of your squirt and cum. You moan at the action, and if you were able to, you’d be turned on again. But you’re absolutely spent. 

Happy birthday to you.

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[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot - Part 50

Cillian Murphy series 2014, 2015

I’m sorry for not posting this sooner! Sometimes time flies and when I realize it’s boom 🤯 a month went by… but my love for these two will always make me enjoy the most for each part. And I can’t believe this story reached part 50!!?!! Like how ?

Ps. Happy birthday Cill 💙✨

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Cillian waved at the crew team as they left him in front of his hotel. As it got chiller, he shivered and walked into the small convinience store to get a bottle of water, strolling through the aisles, he found a stuffed duck and immediately thought of Scout, he loved ducks. As he walked past some people, he was aware of the glances and deep down he knew the reason.

The infamous Thomas Shelby haircut.

“Hello you.” He greeted his wife after answering his phone.

“Hey baby, how have you been?” Yael’s voice spread softly to his heart.

“Missing you like crazy.” He admitted realizing he probably sounded corny.

“Well I miss you more.”

Cillian placed the phone between his shoulder and cheek to grab something.

“Give me a sec.” He managed to make it to the register balancing the items in his arms and politely asked the cashier if she could cut the tag from the stuffed animal.

“What was that?” Yael chuckled softly.

“I’m buying some stuff.” He put his wallet in his back pocket and made it out of the store. “How’s it going? How are you ladies doing?”

“I took Mum to a yoga class and then we had breakfast at this cute little café and more ladies stuff.” She explained and he could easily imagine her playing with one of her curls with a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Oh tell me more about that girls stuff.” He stopped at the red light, checking the signal to cross the street.

“We’re getting manis and pedis later.” He loved hearing her laugh. “And oh! Yesterday when we were walking, we found an antiques shop…”

“Oh shit.” He interrupted in a playful tone.”

“Stop it.” She giggled.

“And what gorgeous rare-to-find item did you discover this time?” Cillian asked not being able to stop the smile from growing in his lips. He knew Yael too damn well.

“A painting.” Yael replied shyly. “And I immediately fell in love with it.” She rushed to explain to cover for her excitement.

Cillian laughed, seeing already the scene in his mind. His wife had a weakness for antiques, but he had to admit she had a good taste.

“It’s beautiful and the frame it’s the original, took me a while to properly clean it.” She continued.

“I bet you didn’t stop until getting it hanged.”

“Actually I didn’t, still trying to decide what’s the right place.” He heard Scout barking in the background. “How’s the scouting going?”

“Grand, grand… later we’re going somewhere else, we need some scenes by the river and the caravans look fucking phenomenal.” He explained.

The project was around the corner and he tensed his shoulders involuntarily at the thought of embarking once more into the character’s chaos.

“I can’t wait to see everything up.”

“Alright baby, I’ll let you go to your pedi time, call you later.” Cillian told her that he love her and walked into the store trying to keep a low profile.

He needed to pick up the gift he ordered for Yael.

***

“Mrs. Lieberman, Mrs. Murphy welcome.” The social worker asked them to take their seats. “Let’s see,” she seemed to focus on a sheet before her, the desk had a pile of folders and papers organized with colorful post it. “I understand you traveled for this appointment.”

“Yes, my home is in London.” Isla crossed her leg. “But right now I’m staying with my daughter.”

“I see.”

It was hard to tell anything from Mrs. O’Brien’s expression. Her lips were in a tight line and Yael always felt uneasy, not knowing if she was sharing too much or if she shouldn’t have said that.

“Would you like to tell me about your family and the dynamic you share?”

As Isla went on to talk about her children, talked about how they traveled frequently to be together as much as they could and then she shared a small snippet of a birthday party she held for one of her grandchildren.

“So how would an adoption blend into this? How do you feel about that?”

Although the question was meant to set anyone back and make you question yourself, Isla managed to pull a great comeback.

“Do you mean if I’d love that children less because it’s not biologically my grandchild?” She asked openly and when she saw the social worker nod, she went on. “My husband picked me up from the ground when I was at my lowest point emotionally and economically, for months I saw my daughter struggling with physical therapy to recover from the accident and surgery after surgery and not only that, he took my children as his own and loved us unconditionally, the same goes for our grandchildren. He never made one single comment about not being linked by blood or sharing DNA with any of them, I wouldn’t know how to love Yael and Cillian’s child any other way.”

Yael had to fight back the tears that formed in her eyes. There it was, the woman who always inspired her, opening her heart to say just what she thought.

“To me,” Isla continued. “It’s not about sharing the same genetics… it’s something deeper than that, it’s about choosing to love, care and protect for another human being without waiting anything in return and I know this takes a lot of time and steps but I can assure you my daughter and her husband will be the most loving parents if you give them the chance.”

Quietly, Yael excused herself and walked out of the office, she wasn’t needed there anyways. Emotions were suffocating her and it was impossible to prevent it. Perhaps it was the fact that Cillian was away, or her Mother’s words that touched her heart. But either way, she needed a break, to keep her guard down and trust the process and its own time. But who was she trying to fool? It was damn hard and sometimes it felt like it would never happen.

“This has been extremely hard for my daughter, the process is wearing her out, but I understand this is not like going to the grocery shop and picking a kid. I know it takes time and you’ve to follow protocols and forms, but trust me, she’s the most loving person I know and motherhood has always been her biggest dream.”

“We cannot base the approval on that Mrs. Lieberman, we need to check background, records, psychology tests… we’re talking about a vulnerable child’s life.”

Isla nodded, not wanting to upset the social worker.

“May I ask how long does it takes to finalize?”

The social worker shuddered. “It can be months… even years.”

Isla’s heart shattered by the statement. She wanted to keep a positive spirit, but the time frame wasn’t very helpful.

“That long? And there’s nothing you can do?”

The social worker shook her head. “We’ve to complete each step.”

“But there are so many kids in orphanages.” She had seen it first hand, since the following day she arrived, they went to give away the books Yael bought for the children, spent hours there reading to them. It was bittersweet, but she was grateful for sharing a moment like that with her daughter.

Yael wasn’t doing it just to look good for the adoption process, she was doing it because she learned it filled her heart and soul, because she wanted to make those kids happy.

“I just wish you get everything you need to approve their adoption, they’re eager to welcome their child into their happy little family.”

“We want nothing but the very same.”

Ending the meeting, Isla went to search for her daughter. Her heart beating faster, she just wanted the best for Yael and Cillian.

“There you’re sweetie, shall we go somewhere?”

“Yes, I need some fresh air.” Yael helped her put in her coat and the pair went to the parking lot.

“I probably shouldn’t have stormed off like that.” Yael regretted her reaction.

“Don’t worry about that, the interview was meant to be just for me, and this is draining.”

“But they seem to be monitoring everything, every little thing you do and say.” Yael waited for her green light to take a turn.

“I know you and you’re probably tired of hearing this, but try to take this one step at the time, be patient. I’m sure the reward is around the corner.”

Yael knew her mother’s words were filled with the best intentions, but it was just like telling someone grieving to not feel sad about losing someone they love.

“Let’s focus on something else sweetheart, let’s go to clear our heads for a bit.” Isla proposed, worried about her daughter, she wanted to do something to cheer her up.

“Yeah, we’ve the appointment at the salon already.”

“Yes, that’s a wonderful idea.”

Yael took a deep breath. “I don’t want to tell Cill about this just yet. He needs to focus on his next project and this isn’t exactly a major step or something that tells me we’re getting good news soon.”

Yael took a U turn at the next available exit, following the instructions in the GPS.

As she was driving, her phone started ringing and Cillian’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hey handsome, I was thinking of you.”

“I got a notification marked as urgent that you left somewhere, are you alright?”

“Yeah, we just finished the interview with the social worker and I’m taking Mum for a walk. It’s the app I downloaded for you, it keeps you updated of where am I and stuff like that.”

“Oh so I can spy on you?” He joked and made Isla chuckled. “How did it go?”

Yael took a deep breath before answering her husband. “I hope well.”

“I’m sure of it.” He offered through the phone. “Why don’t you go to the movies to shake it off?” Cillian proposed.

Yael gasped at the suggestion. “That’s a great idea!”

“Yeah.” He added thinking how it had been a while since they went out. Lately he had been focusing on the script and nothing else, he felt bad because as he was getting more and more engrossed on the role, he started to grow apart from his wife. And although she never pointed it out, now that her mother was around, he was noticing the difference.

She was so supportive of each of his projects and with the adoption process, he wanted to make sure they were still connected.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking… why don’t start planning a holiday during Christmas? Or by the time I finish filming? Let’s go wherever you want, hmm?”

“Oh that’s really nice!” Isla agreed, noticing the smile on her daughter’s lips.

“I’d love that.” A few days away just the two of them? Yael was already looking forward to it.

“Alright, it’s settled then, I’m heading to the set now, let me know when you get home.”

“Will do.” Telling Cillian, she loved him, Yael hang up.

“He’s amazing.” Isla expressed, getting out of the car, as they arrived at the salon.

“I can’t wait for that holiday already, I feel like he’s been rehearsing since forever.”

She wanted nothing but have a good rest and not worry about anything else.

“Hello, welcome.” A woman greeted them and asked if they had an appointment.

Yael left her purse by a chair and started checking the nail colors options.

“You look so much alike!” The woman pointed at Isla and Yael in shock. “It’s like you did copy-paste.”

Yael blushed, she was so used to get those kind of reactions, specially now that her mother was sporting her natural curls freely.

Another woman at the salon pointed out the same in awe.

“Thanks. We hear that a lot.” Yael chuckled.

“So who’s Isla?” A kind smile appeared on her face just as a woman that was getting a haircut turned from her chair.

“That’d be me.” Yael’s mother replied waving her hand.

“Isla?” The woman turned around to face. “Isla is that you?”

“Barbara?” Her mother asked cautiously.

Yael looked the exchange with confusion.

“Oh my God I can’t believe it’s you!” Isla covered her mouth with her hands.

As the two women moved to closer to hug, Yael stared at the scene trying to understand the story behind their familiarity.

“It’s been what? A lifetime.” Isla continued.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you, but after all this time, you still look the same.”

Then, Isla looked around, noticing her daughter’s stare. “Goodness! Let me introduce you to my daughter, Yael, she’s my youngest.”

“Nice to meet you.” Yael greeted the woman.

“She’s Barbara, I used to babysit her and her sister. I was in my early 20’s.” Isla explained her daughter. “And one day, I never saw you again.”

“She looks just like you.” Barbara admitted. “You knew they took us to a government facility?”

Isla gasped in shock. “So it was true.”

“After a few months, someone adopted my sister and I never saw her again, she was only five years old back then, I waited but when I turned eighteen they kicked me out.” Barbara explained.

“You never saw her again?” Isla asked, her heart breaking in the process.

“No, I’ve been searching for her for so many years with no luck.”

“Uhm excuse me? We’ve a full agenda, could we continue while you catch up?” The hairstylist pointed at Bárbara’s wet hair.

“Sorry! Yes.” She stretched her arm towards Isla. “Mind if we go somewhere after we’re done here?”

Isla nodded, feeling like a knot installed in her stomach.

***

Cillian stood in the middle of Arley Hall mesmerized. The place was magnetic, beautiful and oozed this old vibe mansion in every corner.

“What do you think?” Steven asked, standing next to him.

“It’s amazing.” He turned around and moved away just as some crew walked past them with some furniture.

“They’re closing it to the public while we’re filming.” Steven stood there watching everything with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

“Are we filming everywhere?” Cillian crossed his arms imagining the scenes in this place, it was a luxury property and according to the script this was Tommy’s ultimate dream house, where he officially kick off and gets what he always wanted.

His ambitions finally materializing, his dreams becoming a reality.

Oh, but the price Tommy would have to pay…

Cillian wandered around. He learned it had been once the home of a wealthy family, it was spacious, the view to the garden was fantastic, part of the house included a cellar, and the second floor was as incredible as the first one, but for the upstairs part, they had constructed a replica on one of the sets.

As he kept walking, he arrived at the kitchen area one floor below, he had never seen something like that, it was rustic and had a huge pantry and an area where they kept the meat stored.

It was a dream, he was practically drooling over it. It was so easy to get lost and imagine how everything would look as soon as the crew got it ready for filming. Walking around, he ended in the dining room, a couple of important scenes would be filmed there.

“I think this needs something else, but I don’t know what.” Steven joined him.

It oozed luxury, it was elegant. The chandeliers sparkled, curtains with fabric that looked so expensive. Cillian imagined the kind of life the previous owners carried before it was purchased as wedding venue and a place open to the public to visit.

“A painting.” Cillian suggested casually. “A huge arse portrait.”

Steven turned around to stare at Cillian, eyes wide open as the realization hit him hard and fast.

“Yes, right there in the back of the main seat.”

Cillian nodded, hands hiding inside his pockets. It was involuntary, but it was part of the essence of his character. He couldn’t help it.

“Can your wife be in charge?”

He nodded quietly.

“Give her a call.”

But he didn’t need to do so. Because his phone started ringing in that very moment and it was Yael.

“Hello beautiful, I was just about to call you.”

“You’ve to sit down, you’re not going to believe this.” Yael started off. She sounded like there was something important she wanted to tell him.

“What’s the matter? Is everything fine?” Quietly he decided to take a walk outside, away from someone listening.

”Mum and I were at the salon, right? So when they call her name, this woman immediately recognized Mum and went to greet her, they chat for a bit. Long story short my Mum used to babysit Barbara -the woman-, when they were younger but one day she and her sister were taken away and she never saw them again.”

Cillian listened carefully, waiting for his wife to tell him the full story.

“Barbara is the Director of the child services office.” She explained him, his heart started beating faster. “She took us to her office, took a look at our records, studies, everything,” Cillian heard her taking a deep breath, “babe, it turns out we were in some kind of blacklist.”

Silence filled the call, Cillian inhaled deeply. “Why?”

“This is horrible but… have you noticed how celebrities go to places like Nigeria or Africa to adopt?”

Cillian kicked a rock he found on his way, processing that piece of information. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know about the adoption process over there, but apparently it’s easier, no questions asked and overnight, they’ve a child, we’ll thanks to that, the kind of surroundings to these celebrities lifestyle they practically catalogued us in that list so we’d never ever get the adoption finalized.” Yael’s words came out rushed.

Cillian felt a vein in his temple pulsing. “Are you telling me because I’m an actor, they practically rejected our application without telling us?”

The realization of his own words made his heart sink to the ground. Not getting the chance to move forward with the adoption process and his wife’s sadness was his fault?

Misery took over him.

“Hold on, I know what you’re thinking.” Yael interrupted his thoughts. “Not everything is as bad as it seems, this woman, Barbara she told us, basically… she’s going to help us! I asked her what do we’ve to do in order to be out of the blacklist and she gave me hope Cill, she explained us a lot of things no one told us about and I understand the reasons why they just can’t give kids to whoever starts a process, but she said literally I know your Mother, and she was always kind to me and my sister, she gave us food when we had nothing, she shared her clothes with us too, I can imagine the kind of daughter she raised.”

Emotion took over her voice, it was impossible not to feel everything right in the surface.

“How are we so sure that they won’t make it harder because of what I do for a living?” He was still processing the impact his career had, never thought it would be a negative reason in the adoption.

“She assured us she’d take our case personally.”

Despite Yael’s words, Cillian still felt doubtful now. Feeling guilty that he was the reason of not being able to adopt a child.

“So what are we supposed to do now? We’ve been begging them for the interviews.”

Yael had been calling almost daily to get the appointments, and now he was able to understand why the process had been so hard, they were trying to push them back.

“Barbara told me she’d give me a call, but I guess we’ve to wait to hear the next steps.”

When her mother told her what the social worked mentioned during her interview, Yael felt deflated. Hearing the process could take years to finalize shattered her heart. But now there was a new chance to move things forward with Barbara behind their case.

Cillian stared into the huge garden, not paying attention to anything in particular.

“Are you still there?” His wife’s voice made him snap back into reality.

“Yeah… just thinking.”

He really wanted to feel her new enthusiasm and positivism, but he also couldn’t help but feel worried, what if they have to face new challenges in the process, all this bureaucracy because of his job? He wasn’t sure to be able to deal with the guilt of knowing that because of him the process could be harder or take longer than usual because he needs to prove that he isn’t like most of Hollywood stars.

This whole thing was a roller coaster, sometimes it was Yael the one feeling down, now it was his turn while she had her hopes up. He hated to admit it but it was draining.

“If you hear anything back, call me yeah? Or text me.” He added after a few seconds, not wanting to drag her down because of his attitude.

“Absolutely.”

“Listen, Steven wants to do some photos, so I think I’m going to change my flight… your Mum is already flying back, why don’t you come with her?”

Yael took her time, to consider her options. “How many days?”

“Just a couple, to get a few photos done.”

“Okay, let me organize my planner and see how can I reorganize the things I’ve scheduled and also I need someone to look after Scout.”

“I’ll call my brother, don’t worry.” He went on walking again, sitting on the edge of the fountain. “I really want to see you.”

She wanted the same, needed to feel him close.

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[buffyfan145]

Surprised I haven't seen this over here yet but Morfydd Clark was at the BAFTAs yesterday and actually teased more about season 2 of "Rings of Power"!!! 😀 She talked about how there's "lots of villains" this season and then said "And I love villains". LOL 😏 Cate Blanchett was also there too and seeing a lot of posts of pics of both Galadriels. But also there was a moment where Morfydd was pictured close to Cillian Murphy with Fellowship of Fans joking it was Galadriel with her uncle as Cillian's been a popular fancast for Fëanor for years. LOL

[queenshelby]

The Fourth Season (Part Seven)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap (20 Years), Fluff, Smut

Words: 3,896

Notes: In this Fic, Cillian is 40 and the Reader is 20. Cillian is divorced and the Reader is single. This is not based on Cillian’s real life.

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

The following morning, when you saw Cillian on set, things had improved between you. He was his usual cheerful self and this surprised you. Had he forgotten about your kiss? Had he moved on? Because, you sure did not. You still wanted him as much as you did three or four days ago and, the truth was, that your attraction towards him grew even further since yesterday.

He clearly woke up on the right foot that morning. He smiled at you and interacted with you in a kind way and it was not until James came up to you and gave you an unsolicited hug, that your own mood turned vile.

“I am sorry for your loss” he said and, since you had not spoken to him about your grandmother’s passing, you wondered how he knew. Who had told him about it? Cillian? Natasha?

“How do you…” you thus began to ask but James cut you off mid-sentence.

“Your parents told my parents and my parents told me. You know how it is. They talk” he explained before telling you that he, too, would be attending the funeral.

“Why? You never liked my grandmother” you pointed out and James immediately took hold of your hands.

“Because I want to support you, which reminds me…” James began to say while you were trying to pull away your hands from his. “I booked dinner for us tonight. Just you and me at the French restaurant downtown. I figured this would cheer you up” he then went on and your chin dropped.

“You what?” you asked surprised.

“Common Y/N, let me be there for you. I still love you, you know” he then told you almost desperately and you could not believe what you were hearing. You were flustered and somewhat angry about James’s behaviour, on set, out of all places.

“James, I have no intention to get back together with you. You need to move on and give me some space. Despite, you are behaving very unprofessionally right now” you told him in response before looking over towards Natasha and Cillian, pleading for help and help came in a form you did not expect.

“James, common. Leave the poor woman alone” was the next thing you heard and, just as you did, you turned around and saw James’s sister. Her name was Laura and you always liked her. You used to hang out with her at the congregation and, just like you, she never really bought into the religious practices her parents forced upon her. Unlike her brother, she had always been rebellious, much to the dislike of her parents and her presence excited and surprised you.

After seeing her, you greeted her with a hug before asking her what she was doing here, on set of Peaky Blinders. You knew that she had moved to Liverpool a few months ago but usually guests and other patrons were not allowed on set.

“Well, since dad is financing the show, I took up the opportunity to have a look. You look awesome by the way, in your costume” she said while looking you over.  

“So, are you after a tour then?” you wondered.

“No, I am waiting for my brother to introduce me to the man” she teased in response and this statement confused you.

“The man? Steven Knight?” you thus asked but Laura began to laugh.

“No silly. Cillian Murphy. I am too shy to go over and introduce myself” Laura said before telling you about the crush she has on him. It was an innocent crush and, according to her, she liked him ever since Batman.

“Uhm, right. Well, I guess I could introduce you if you like” you offered, trying to be polite rather than act suspiciously.

“Oh yes please” Laura said happily before James interrupted again.

“Jesus Laura. He is like 15 years older than you. Don’t you think that is a bit weird?” James asked and you could not help but laugh.

“And your point is?” Laura teased before an argument broke out between the siblings, which is when you knew that you had to leave and carry on.

“You know what, I should leave James to introduce you to Cillian. I really must go and film this next scene” you told Laura, excusing yourself and, luckily for you, she was preoccupied with her brother.

“That is fine. I will introduce myself if James won’t and then I have to go back into town myself. I have an appointment this afternoon. It was good to see you Y/N” Laura told you and you gave her a quick hug goodbye before James continued on with his lecture.

***

Over the remainder of the day, you filmed a few more scenes, all of which you had rehearsed several times. The dialogue you were tasked to present was not too difficult and neither was the act you had to put on.

Thus, it all went smoothly and, by around 5 o’clock, you were done and went back to your apartment for dinner.

As usual, Natasha had cooked. She loved cooking and thought that it was relaxing which, as someone who hated meal preparation, was something you never quite understood.

While she was making some spaghetti Bolognese, you got to talk and, of course, she brought up Cillian again.

You told Natasha about your upcoming trip to Cork and she informed you that she, too, was travelling back to Ireland during the break.

“I think Cillian is going too” she said out of the blue, causing you to chuckle.

“Yes, he said he would be flying to Dublin. He is having his kids stay with him for a week before returning to Liverpool” you told her while sipping on a glass of wine.

“So, you are talking again, huh?” Natasha asked with a smile and you nodded shyly before responding to her question.

“Yes. In fact, we are going running again tomorrow morning as well if you would like to come” you offered but Natasha cocked an eyebrow at you and shook her head.

“As much as I like jogging, I think you should go on your own. Just you and Cillian” Natasha said, stating the obvious.

“Why? It is not like it is a date Tash” you giggled.

“Well, it may not be a date but he probably wants some alone time with you” Natasha then told you reluctantly before giving you the run down of what happened today, on set.

“What makes you say that?” you wondered and she was ready to elaborate.

“Intuition” she teased before giving you her real reasons. “And the fact that he told Lorraine today that he needs some time alone when she asked whether he wanted to go for breakfast with her tomorrow morning” Natasha then said and this surprised you.

You knew that Lorraine had a crush on Cillian. As did Laura and several other ladies on set. But, Cillian refused to spend one on one time with any of them. He would only ever spend one on one time with you and even Natasha noticed that.

“He likes you. It is obvious. He might just need some more time to come around” Natasha then pointed out before spurring you on.  “Pursue it again Y/N. You would make a good couple I think”  she teased but you were reluctant to do so.

***

The following morning, and after thinking about what Natasha had said to you, you made an effort to pick out some nice looking running tights and a tight-fitting shirt before meeting with Cillian to go for a run.

As usual, he was punctual and you hit it off at 7 o’clock sharp.

You ran for about an hour, through the nearby park and back, which had become your usual route. It was scenic and somewhat challenging but, unlike other time, on this very same morning, the track had become rather wet and muddy.

It had rained all night and only just stopped raining at around 4 o’clock, which meant that, by the time you were halfway through your run, you were both covered in dirt.

Then, after another ten minutes or so it also began raining heavily and neither of you were dressed for the occasion, which caused you to take a shortcut back to the apartment building.

When you arrived at the apartment building twenty minutes later, you were well and truly soaked. Your shoes were covered in cloggy mud, your clothes were dirty and your hair was wet and frizzy. Cillian, too, wore clothes that had been ruined by the rain but, luckily for him, with his new haircut, his hair was not as heavy and disgusting looking as yours.

You wrung out your ponytail as soon as you got undercover while Cillian opened the building’s front door for you both and this was when you broke out in laughter for no reason whatsoever.

“What’s wrong?” Cillian asked, chuckling himself but you did not really know why you were laughing.

“I just…I don’t know…I think we should have looked at the weather forecast before we went” you then said as you walked into the foyer and saw the mud which you had dragged in on your shoes.

“Probably, but it was fun though, right?” Cillian asked, causing you to nod and, just as he was about to get the elevator door for you both, you tapped on his shoulder and he turned back around to face you.

“Thank you” you then said as your impression was softening.

“For what?” Cillian asked surprised.

“For comforting me last night and for the run this morning…” you stammered with blushing cheeks.

“You are very welcome Y/N” he responded before telling you that he enjoyed it. But what did he mean by “it”?

“You enjoyed it? You mean the run?” you queried but this was not what he meant at all. It was not just the run he enjoyed. There was so much more to it. It was your company, your scent, your laughter, your everything.

“I mean spending time with you” Cillian said before clarifying his statement. “I enjoy spending time with you Y/N” he went on and you immediately shook your head. His statement frustrated you but, just as you were about to speak up and tell him not to say things like this to you, he interrupted you. He had more to say but did not know how.

“Fuck” he thus gasped just as you spoke his name, but nothing more.

“What is it Cillian?” you sighed in frustration.

“I can’t…” Cillian began to say but this time you interrupted him.

“You can’t what?” you spat, upset and confused. Was he going to bring up the kiss again, you wondered?

“I can’t get you out of my fucking head Y/N. I am falling for you” Cillian then blurted out and you wanted to scream right then and there. You were furious and angered by his attitude. He kept on telling you those things without taking it any further. He wanted you, but never to the incitive to give into his feelings.

“Then take a risk on me Cillian. I am begging you. Because I cannot keep doing this…” you said while cupping his face and starring at him with pleading eyes.

“Not here Y/N” Cillian said while doing the same, caressing your face gently, but never kissing you in this instance.

“Your apartment then. You promised me breakfast, remember?” you smiled with a sparkle of hope in your eyes and, with that, Cillian nodded and pulled you into the elevator.

***

The elevator ride itself was awkward as you both just stood there silently, side by side, smiling, until the door opened and you walked to Cillian’s apartment which, luckily for you, was right across form the elevator exit.

Cillian had already taken out his key card and opened the door quickly, causing you both to stumble inside and, without any time to lose, Cillian leaned in to you to claim your mouth with his, kissing you hungrily.

Your lips moved together in an improvised dance, pressing and pulling against one another. Your tongues searched each other out, connecting and swirling together. Your hands moved to his chest, your palms resting against his pecs, making him want to get rid of his shirt that separated you from his skin until he realised that this situation was far from ideal.  

“Stop Y/N. Please. Fuck. I can’t” Cillian said after pulling away from you and it all felt like a DeJa’Vu to you.

“You are not doing this again, Cillian! If this is about the difference in age between us, then…”

you told him angrily but were cut off.

“It is not. But I am all sweaty and wet from the rain…” Cillian pointed out as his need for you was growing fast. He wanted to kiss and touch you everywhere as the sexual tension between you was coming to a head.

“Well, so am I” you pointed out, laughing before attempting to kiss him again but he pulled away.

“Yeah, and it is sexy on you, but not on me” he then said and you could not help but chuckle some more.

“I tend to disagree but, I suppose we could just go and have a shower first if you like” you suggested, causing Cillian to smile.

“What, here? Together?” he asked, almost shyly and you nodded nervously.

“Hmm, uhm, yeah… I suppose why not” you told him with blushing cheeks and all he did after that was to give a quick nod before reaching for your hand and guiding you towards the bathroom.

“I will be right back” he then said and you gave him a nervous nod, panicking a little, but, just as he had promised, he returned to the bathroom within mere seconds.

“You know what? I had a dream, just like this” you said almost shyly after kicking off your shoes while watching Cillian turn on the water for you both. Unlike you, he had left his sneakers somewhere else, in the hallway, and was much calmer. You, on the other hand, just stood there. You were nervous and lost. You could have turned on the water yourself as he was gone, but you did not. You simply waited for him and allowed your nervousness to build up.  

"Oh yeah?" Cillian questioned softly, "How did it go?" he wanted to know and, just as he asked the question, you took up some courage and slipped your tight-fitting shirt over your head.

"A little something like this” you then answered before moving forward again to press your sweaty body against his.

A kiss followed and your lips lingered like that for a few long seconds, dancing slowly, nibbing only slightly until Cillian closed the distance between you, causing you to smiled triumphantly into the kiss, while eagerly responding.

Eventually though, after a minute or two, you pulled away from each other and so that you could remove Cillian’s t-shirt. Then he took off his pants, followed by your shorts until, eventually, your sports bra hit the floor as well, leaving you in nothing but pink coloured panties.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous” Cillian said instantly and, even though he had seen your breasts before on set when you were filming, he never really got a good look at them.

“You think so?” you asked, nervously and Cillian responded with a smile.

“I know so” he confirmed and this gave you the courage to take off your final piece of clothing before quickly and awkwardly retreating into the shower.

At this point, Cillian realised that you were nervous and a little out of your comfort zone, so he raised the question “are you sure that you wouldn’t prefer to have a shower on your own?” to which you shook your head and pulled him through the retractable door.

“I am sure! Now come and join me” you teased, trying to appear confident but your blushing cheeks gave away how nervous you truly were when, finally, Cillian pushed down his Calvin Klein briefs before quickly stumbling into the shower with you.

Your eyes then met again, but even despite the hold his eyes had on yours, you could not look away from the obvious, namely his raging erection.

“I am sorry, but I cannot control this around you. Not with you looking like this” Cillian said with a slight sense of embarrassment as he heard the gasp that left your lips when you saw his length. He was clearly as aroused as you were and, after you took a good long peak, you bit your lip and pulled him close in an attempt to overcome your very own embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” Cillian then asked once more, seeing how you were fidgeting nervously and, after you confirmed that you were just fine, you continued kissing each other passionately again.

Just as you were kissing, you pulled Cillian under the hot stream of water with you and this, in turn, caused his body to press against yours. His erection was now trapped between your respective bodies and you could feel the heat radiate from him skin to yours.

A shallow groan escaped Cillian’s lips and he broke the kiss, at which point you admired his perfect body once again. This time you did not feel guilty about it either and a made a comment which amused him.

“You have so many freckles” you observed in delight before kissing his neck and then biting it gently with need.

“I sure do. Too many if you ask me” Cillian chuckled but, even his chuckle turned into a low groan as you bit harder.

“No, I like it…” you confirmed while nibbling on his skin some more, arousing him further which, ultimately, led him to do what he did next.

“Turn around” Cillian said and, whilst you were wondering what he had planned, you quickly complied with his request.

“Perfect” was what you heard next before Cillian moved your hair out of the way and began kissing your neck from behind.

He then reached for the shower gel in front of you and, after he rubbed it into his large masculine hands, he began to lather your skin with it. Inch by inch.

His hands ran over your arms first and then over your breasts, which is where he seemingly enjoyed to spend most his time, massaging and kneading them softly. His fingers teased your nipples, pinching them slightly and an inadvertent moan escaped you again.

“Hmm” you moaned as Cillian’s hands cupped your breasts before, finally, one of them made their way down to your stomach and then further down towards your thus far untouched mound.

While still kissing your neck, Cillian’s hand then found the soft skin in between your legs and a shiver began to run down your spine. This was new, and different and, almost instinctively, you spread your legs further to give him better access.

“Oh fuck” you then moaned as, eventually, Cillian ran his middle finger up and down your slit. Your lips were swollen, and you knew that he could feel your wetness before he even separated your lips. His touch was delicious torture to you and your wetness certainly did not have anything to do with the shower water running down your thighs. It was a different kind of wetness and he knew it was there, as did you.

“Cillian” you moaned with approval as he cupped your lips and you pushed against his palm to get more friction. The pressure on your clit felt so good while, at the same time, you could feel his erection press against your lower back, which, by this point, drove you absolutely wild.

Cillian then moved his palm in circles as you moved your hips at the same time. Your eyes were closed, and you could hear yourself moan more loudly now.

“This feels so good” you told him and this was when Cillian used his middle finger and separated your lips. He then used the wetness which had built up there to lubricate your clit on which he drew circles, eliciting even louder moans from you now. Then finally, he dipped his middle finger into your dripping hole slightly and it was at this point that you pulled away from him.

Before he could question you, you turned around and smashed your lips back on to his and said “your turn” in a quiet and seductive whisper.

Using some soap as well, you leathered your hands and just watching you do this caused Cillian’s blood rush to his ears. His skin was hot and prickly and the next kiss you shared was slow and languid.

Nervously, you placed your hands onto Cillian’s chest and ran them over his perfectly shaped body. You captured his nipples and the patch of chest hair first before tracing one hand down between your bodies.

“Fuck” Cillian groaned, closing his eyes as, after not too long, your hand made contact with his hard length and, whilst your hands were shaking a little as you were touching him like this, you tried your best to remain calm.

Thus, you gently caressed his length, tracing your fingers up and down before taking him into your hand. You were not really stroking him though, but rather lathering soap all over him, getting a feel for him and this was enough for Cillian as well. He needed more, but not here.

“Should we get out and take this to the bedroom?” he then asked through laboured breathing. He wanted you more than he had wanted anyone else in a very long time and this quickly became obvious to you.

“Yes” you stammered nervously, thinking that, perhaps, this would be it. You may be going all the way with him, but where you really prepared and ready for it? Or was it too soon?

To be continued…

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[charliedawn]

I have no idea who Eddie is, but I like him so far...(Also, Cillian Murphy 😍)

Also, that part where he said he needs to 'get rid of Michael' made me laugh out loud! Like, good luck with that 🤣

Author: "As someone who doesn’t play video games and didn’t know about Eddie Gluskin’s existence until yesterday…I can relate. Lol. I just saw a few edits of him and was like…Wait a damn minute. That haircut. Those eyes. That insanity in his gaze…CILLIAN MURPHY ?! So yeah. That’s how it happened. And since I love that man. Well…He HAD to fit in my slasher AU somewhere. And whoever sent me that request just gave me the golden opportunity so I seized it by the horns."

Author:

[pennyserenade]

i just wanted to say that you’re the reason that i started reading books again after years of not reading. i just finished my first book in years (after nine months of trying to read it but we’re going to ignore that lol) and i forgot how fun it could be. so thank you <3

i'm so sorry this has taken me a day to reply to. i just started working full time again, but know that i saw this on my break at work yesterday and smiled ear from ear!!! sometimes the hardest part about breaking a long reading slump is that first book - and i'm so happy you've finally gotten over that! and i'm even happier that i could play any sort of role in that journey. reading is so fun and i want everyone who is capable of doing it to do it. cillian murphy said something like "you find so much empathy in novels, because there you are putting yourself in someone else's point of view" and i think that rings massively true; there's so much of the world i've learned from reading about it from someone else's point of view, and its an experience i wish everyone could have. i love that my love of reading inspired you sm <3333

[creativepawsworld]

The Christmas Bauble

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x Reader

Summary = Y/N has been dating Cillian for a year and is celebrating Christmas for the first time with him and his sons.

Warnings = Extreme fluff

Word Count = 1645

Cillian had arrived home yesterday evening after a long 6-month period of filming season 4 of the Peaky Blinders. To say he was exhausted both mentally and physically would be an understatement.

Playing the role of Thomas Shelby took its toll on Cillian so he needed a few days, sometimes a week or two to completely distance himself from the cold, egotistical narcissist that is the main character of the hit show Peaky Blinders.

Today however was December 13th, the twelfth day before Christmas and the time of year Cillian always put up his Christmas tree. His two sons from his previous marriage grew up with the tradition and had arrived this morning to see it through.

“Do you think dad will be back to help with the tree?” His youngest son Cian had asked. Smiling softly at him, you brushed his brown hair, unsure of the answer but not wanting to break the young boys heart you opted for a cheery answer.

“Of course, he will, it’s his favourite time of year” You tell him placing an arm around his shoulders. “He would never miss this time with you”

You had been dating Cillian almost 12 months now having met at a New Year's Eve party last year thrown by his best friend Dermott. When first introduce to his sons, they didn’t like you. They wanted their mum and dad together. It was a reaction you expected being a child of divorce yourself.

It had taken you years to get over the idea that your parents would never be together again, and you fear the same for his sons.  But they were much more mature, after a sit down with both their parents they welcomed me with opened arms into their family.

“He is different when he comes back from Manchester, grumpier” Connor the eldest huffed, arms folded across his chest. He was becoming more and more like his father every day. “He was supposed to be back days ago to destress and be ready for today.”

“Your dad is ready for today, he is just taking a few more hours to be really ready. I promise he will be here with the tree.” You assure both boys with a hearty smile while walking over to one of the boxes you had taken from the attic and pulling out a large Santa decoration.

“Come on, we can decorate the room and then we will get your dad for the tree what do you think?” You ask holding out the large Santa towards Connor who pursed his lips together to hide a smile.

Nodding, he stood to his feet taking the Santa from your hands and placing it next to the fireplace. Cian running forward to empty the rest of the box out onto the floor. The two boys happily placing the decorations where they belonged, correcting you when you had placed one wrong.

“All finished can we call dad now. Tell him to come home?” Cian asked raising his eyebrows, trying his best to give me the biggest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen.

“No need, dad’s right here” Cillian’s voice sounded from behind us. He was just in time. “And he’s got the tree” He chuckled pulling a fresh green pine tree in from the hall and into the living room. He really was a doting dad when it came to his boys. Watching him interact with them had me falling deeper and deeper in love with him every day.

“YESS” The boys cheered running over to help their father, fine pine needles falling all over the floor as the three boys dragged the tree to the corner.

“Alright, alright stand back” Cillian laughed taking a blade from his back jean pocket and cutting the red rope holding the tree together. Once each line was cut the tree fell out, taking up the entire space, Cillian barely managing to get out of its way when it popped out.

“Oh Cillian, it’s perfect” you grinned rushing towards him, resting your hands on his upper arm as you both admire the tree for all its beauty. Feeling his eyes on you, you turn with a smile his beautiful blue eyes looking down into yours.

This was your first official Christmas together.

“Dad, come on the lights” Cian whined pulling on his father’s hand breaking his eye contact with you. Laughing you tell the boys you were going to make some hot chocolate while they fought with the small fairy lights on the tree. 

Walking into the kitchen you noticed the family dog, Scout sleeping in her basket. “Avoiding the chaos in the living room?" You asked the black dog, bending down to pat her head and scratch behind her ear.

Choosing to ignore the banging noises coming from the living room. Everything seemed to be in hand considering the boys were laughing and cheering at something that had been said.

“Y/N can you come here a minute” You heard Cillian shout, you didn’t even have time to boil the kettle for the hot chocolates before being needed. Shaking your head with a laugh, you patted the dog one last time, standing to you feet and walking into the living room.

“What’s going on?” You ask looking between all three boys, each one looking less suspicious and more nervous as your eyes landed on Cillian. You couldn’t help but think that they had broken something and didn’t want you to find out so you decided to play along. They would come clean eventually.

“Nothing we just wanted you to help us decorate the tree” Connor grinned widely pointing of at the large box of red and gold baubles they had put next to the tree. “The hot chocolate can wait. We don’t need it yet.”

“Are you sure? Your dad tells me you love drinking it while you decorate the tree?” I asked a grin growing on my face when Cian handed me a red bauble.

“Yeah, I’m sure, come on” Connor nodded taking a gold bauble for himself. Looking back at Cillian who simply shrugged at his sons' words, chuckling as he took a bauble for himself, placing it near the top of the tree where it was more difficult for us to reach.

With the four of you working together we managed to get every bauble, every candy cane and nutcracker onto the tree in record time. The Christmas music played softly in the background as we danced around one another, placing each ornament on an awaiting branch.

The boy stood back first admiring their work, fixing one last branch you walked to stand next to them. Connor had placed his arm as best he could around your waist while Cian came and hugged at your legs. They were definitely acting weird you thought but didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“You forgot one Y/N” Connor grinned walking away from you, grabbing a brown paper bag and holding up a bauble you hadn’t seen before. He was holding it up by its white satin loop, perfect for hanging on the tree. The bauble itself was clear with a white feather resting on the bottom. Hanging from the top inside were two little wooden hearts, engraved with writing.

Cian moved to stand next to his brother, a wide smile on his face. He stood hands behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels, Connor looked between the bauble and you before occasionally glancing behind you to his father.

Slowly taking the new ornament from Connor’s hand, a weird feeling taking over you as you took the glass, clearly handmade bauble into your hand. Bringing it closer to you face your jaw dropped, tears forming in your hands as you read the words delicately painted on the front.

‘You will always have a piece of my heart Y/N’ One heart read already making you emotional.

‘Will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs Murphy?’ The second heart read.

Turning around to face Cillian, he was now down on one knee a nervous but bright smile on his face as he held out a navy-blue box with white padding. Inside, just catching the light was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. On the cushion sat a white gold ring with a diamond rose solitaire in the middle and smaller diamonds woven into a Celtic art design either side working its way down the ring.

The tears began to fall from your eyes, your hand came up to cover your shocked mouth. Aware that all three were waiting on your answer, you started nodding your head afraid your voice wouldn’t work.

“Yeah?” Cillian asked nervously, an unsure look on his face as he started getting up. “I know it’s only been a year, but it’s been an amazing year. I love you so much, you are so good with the boys I couldn’t wait any longer”

“Yes Cillian, of course I will marry you.” You answered almost dropping the glass ornament to wrap your arms around his neck once he stopped talking.

“So, does that mean we have a new mum now? Do we call you mum?” Cian asked a confused expression on his face.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to no.” You smile down at him still unable to detangle yourself from Cillian. “Nothing is going to change; except I will have a different name. I’m can still be Y/N to you”

“Come on Cian, let’s let Scout out to pee” Connor nodded to his younger brother. Once the two boys left the room, Cillian leans forward capturing you lips in his for a short, sweet but passionate kiss.

“I love you Cill” You grin against his lips, the overwhelming feeling of giddiness running through your veins as you stare into one another’s eyes.

“I love you Mrs Murphy"

[elk96]

Connection -Part 3 (Final Part)

Pairing; J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy's Portrayal x doctor reader)

Word Count: 1505

Warnings: mentions of depression, slight mentions of suicidal thoughts.

The rain was tapping on the glass loudly, creating a calming buzz, interrupted by loud thunder. His heart sat tightly in his chest, his mouth dry. That had to stop. He couldn't keep on spending his evenings like that, he had work to do. 

y/N sighed, rubbed her eyes. She looked at the book he had clutched in his hands.

"How did you like it"?

Robert sucked in a breath. "It was excellent. Most…most enlightening".

"You felt you could relate huh", she asked pleasantly, and he nodded. 

"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart", she quoted. Her patient nodded, a small smile feathering on his face.

She shifted on her seat, crossed her arms infront of her. Light conversation was over.

"You're of unusual intelligence Robert. Perhaps a bit more than large. I see that very clearly. And…my honest opinion is that you will find your way, eventually. You'll find a way to heal and step up to the circumstances. I'm here to help you do it quickly and without further consequences. I can't do that if you don't let me".

I won't judge you, her eyes promised, and Robert felt the truth in her words.

"I shouldn't have done that", he whispered.

"But you did do it. Because you felt something".

He dismissed whatever he'd felt with a nod. 

"All feelings are valid, Robert".

"I respect him greatly".

"I know".

"He makes me look like an idiot. He's charismatic, he's…smart"- his voice cracked painfully- "and… he deserves his reputation…".

"I don't give a damn about Blackett".

"Then why did you meet with him"? he asked sharply. He lowered his head. "I felt jealous, I guess. And…this couldn't go on for much longer. All the shame, and, the…the failure,.…-he was cruel.…Punishing".

He drew in a sharp breath in an attempt to calm himself down. 

"I didn't want him to die"! he rasped out in desperation. "I just left the apple there…and after that the incident didn't cross my mind at all, but, while I was asleep…".

He swallowed harshly and wiped a stray tear.

She was waiting for him to continue, posture calm and inviting, the smallest of smiles on her lips. As if it was all alright. As if it was normal.

"You're not your thoughts or your emotions, Robert", she said, almost guessing what was on his mind. "You're the witness of them. Everybody at some point of their life has felt jealous and angry, and whatnot. The fact that some people do not know how to control these emotions is not their fault".

Tears had started streaming down his face. His voice was faint, like the feel of moisture on their skin. "Who's is it"?

y/N shrugged. "Perhaps your parents', your teachers', your professors', your friends', the butcher's in your neighborhood. It doesn't matter".

The knot in his stomach pulled again-but this time it was kinder. It was from sympathy. 

"We're all broken, that's how the light gets in", she mumbled softly.

"Did…someone write that too"?

Her smile broadened. "Ernest Hemingway. Start with "The Sun Also Rises". You'll love it. Did you do any laboratory work these days? ", she then asked. 

Robert shook his head. "I don't want to go back there".

"Understandable. You know…at some point, you'll have to forgive yourself Robert".

He let out an ironic chuckle, but when he returned his gaze at her, his eyes were pleading. 

He felt as if he was standing at the edge of a cliff and was teetering between jumping on his own volition or being pushed over. Better leave on your own terms, he thought. His teeth were chattering-weirdly, because, everybody knew he'd done something so much worse. 

  "Yesterday…", he began with a shaky voice, "I was in the same wagon as a young lady and her boyfriend,- and they were kissing and I just… I don't know why…When he left…I kissed her… ".

A small sob made his shoulders wobble. "I can't control myself anymore", he whispered  in a small voice and as if to prove his words, tears started streaming down his cheeks hugging the corners of his jaw. 

He pushed himself to stop-it felt dangerous to have a psychiatrist hear him talk, see him unravel in front of her, but it was easier with her. 

He felt as if a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, as if she was there, to help, to reach out…and-and guide him. 

He shouldn't have done that- he wasn't responsible for his actions anymore…! but-

A gentle, warm hand came to rest on the back of his head. Robert released his face from his hands, only to see her close to him, her expression one of…of sympathy. 

Unbelievable though it was for him…she was there. Even when he wanted to cut his skin open-be freed, finally, from all these thoughts…

He took her hand and felt her warmth carry inside him, the most precious comfort. 

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~2 Months Later~

The sweet days of April had arrived, and the sun had begun to shake off the winter's mist. Moisture didn't stick to people's clothes anymore, they could hold pleasant conversations in their walks, unafraid of stepping in dirty water ponds. Robert found himself squinting his eyes so as to protect them from the sunlight and smiled to himself. 

He'd learned how to walk with his head straight up again, his heart felt surprisingly light, all thanks to that young doctor he'd been seeing. 

Today, however, he had one more reason to be happy: he was finally free. Off, to make a new beginning. 

He observed the little park across Dr. y/LN' office, the heaviness of the wooden staircase that led him there. His stomach clenched uneasily-not because he was ashamed or…afraid. He'd gotten rid of those feelings. Because of her. 

And this would be the last time he saw her.

She couldn't afford a secretary, at the age of 23 she had little clientele and therefore small paychecks. He knocked hesitantly at the door of her office.  He closed his eyes heavily upon hearing her happy voice. Not often would she get an unexpected patient, he supposed.

He walked to the tiny reception room, but while he was three steps in she called out to him. Either by smell or the sound of his footsteps, she'd recognised him.

"Hello Robert, good evening", she said, and he followed her inside. 

This time he ignored the comfortable armchair, eyes focused on her face.

"Won't you sit"? she asked.

He nodded with a sight.

Chewing lightly on her bottom lip-she did that while she was thinking sometimes- she examined his features for a few moments.

He cleared his throat, divided the weigh between the left and right foot. "I'm leaving Cambridge", he announced awkwardly, and she smiled, as if she'd already guessed it.

"I'll be going to Göttingen. It's…a theoretical physics university".

"Good. You'll…you will thrive there, I'm sure".

"I came to say goodbye. I thought I should…"

"Yeah, I'm glad you did", she muttered, unable to escape the uncomfortable energy that had settled in the room. 

She reached for him, they shook hands. Robert closed his eyes, grateful for the warmth of her. His breath itches when he feels her fingers tangle with his own- it's a new feeling…more…personal.

And then-oh good god- he feels rather than sees her rise to her toes, leaning in to press her lips on his. He doesn't dare breathe, scared the moment will just shatter. He can't bring himself to move either, he doesn't know what to do, it's his first time, and what if she thinks it's rejection?

She doesn't; she knows him better than his mother, better than he knows himself. She pulls back, opens her eyes, smiles at him. Her hand comes to cup his cheek, but at the corners of her eyes tears begin to swell. 

He leans in this time, feels the softness of her lips, inhales her perfume. She parts his lips with her tongue, and then it's just wetness and warmth. She sucks on his bottom lip, he explores her mouth, and it's so so different from that stupid kiss he'd had with that stranger. She sighs in his mouth and before his heart begins to flourish from the happiness she pulls back again.

Tears roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I'm your doctor", she blurts out in embarrassment. 

She fidgets with the hem of her skirt, Robert just stands there, unsure of how to act.

"This doesn't change anything by the way-and don't think it's out of putty!-I-I haven't told anyone. I'll send my report on Göttingen, and you'll be alright. I promise".

"I'll write to you", he promises.

She swallows harshly. Her hand somehow finds his again.

"When will you be leaving"?

Robert hugs her by the shoulder, brings her body flush against his.

"In a three day's time".

She lifts her face to meet his lips, and this time his heart guides him.

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I just wanted to thank those who like and reblogged the first two parts and gave me the motivation to finish this silly little story.

I didn't particularly like it's development, but I guess they deserved to have an ending.

And this final sceneI love.

Please tell me what you think if you read it!!!

[wisebeth]

Watched Oppenheimer yesterday. Nolan never disappoints.

Goodness, the cinematography, the directory, the acting, the sound tracks, the execution of the documentary, IN LOVE with just how the movie was made.

Also Cillian Murphy 🛐 his performance was splendid, it was single-handedly the reason why i enjoyed it so much.

[thecommoncurator]

Top 10 2023

cuz I’m a nerd

10. Skinamarink

Ultralowbudget horror that really stuck w me. Architecture as horror.

Hallways that change size. Doors that disappear. Walls that inch closer. A disembodied voice coaxing you to horrific acts. Excited to see where Kyle Edward Ball goes from here!

9. The Holdovers

Newly minted winter holiday classic.

The core trio of Sessa, Giamatti, and Randolph kill it. Lots of faux 70s cinematic flair (complete w grainy mono audio) and a script that plays the familiar coming of age beats with enough cynical bite to keep it from falling into saccharine cliche, & a warmth for its characters that keeps it from falling into despairing melodrama. Just damn good all around!

8. Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

What hasn’t already been said? Gorgeous animation, a fantastic ensemble of characters, and better action than any superhero movie I’ve seen in quite some time (kinetic, emotionally charged, and LEGIBLE!), w a soundtrack to match. this film takes so much care w its characters - Miles talking to his Mom/Dad, Gwen confronting her Father, Miguel bickering w peter, the downtime w everyone is just as compellingly crafted as the action. 💕

7. Anatomy of a Fall

Juicy French courtroom drama that is ostensibly about whether or not a renown novelist (a perfectly calculated Sandra Hüller) killed her husband, Justine Triet turns her camera’s gaze to a number of intriguing themes - the malleability of memory, the gender politics of the French court system, the existential dread of having the minutiae of one’s most private moments picked apart before a ravenous public’s eyes.

best dog performance in a film ever✨

6. Poor Things

Yorgos, my love, back with his gnarled, prickly sense of sadistic humor & a fully-activated Emma Stone (goddamn!) and THE Mark Ruffalo performance - what a fun prick he is here. The physicality of the absolutely bonkers sets and costuming, coupled with its maximalist approach to untangling the Born-Sexy-Yesterday trope by way of Frankenstein (or Frankenhooker, honestly), this film was an absolute riot and KILLED in a theater. A fascinating aesthetic leap for Lanthimos and a real treat.

5. All Of Us Strangers

A film that, like its protagonist (an achingly tender Andrew Scott) devastatingly grasps for the universal by drilling down into the specifics. Adam spends his time writing, channeling the dead, communing with the grief of his past, searching for an escape hatch from the isolating pits of depression and a lifetime of self-doubts, if only for a fleeting moment,which, once found in the form of a hot mess of a neighbor (a superb Paul Mescal), only reinforces that underlying dread w the all too relatable need to capture it in amber, like plucking a star from the sky and feeding its radiance with your tears, hoping that maybe this time…maybe this time it’ll stick.

Like so many great queer films, this will ruin your day 💕

4. Oppenheimer

Nolan finally cracked the code. I’m not sure how he managed to turn a 3 hour epic about the pettiness, vindictiveness, utter disregard for humanity that the movers and shakers of the U.S. imperialist machine have for us all into a blockbuster event…until I hit play again, and Göransson’s score starts up, and Cillian Murphy’s haunting eyes appear…and it all just, makes sense. A rare film that never lets up and doesn’t suffer for it. It doesn’t hurt that every actor under the sun shows up.

Robert Downey Jr. plays catty soooo well lol.

3. The Zone of Interest

There’s a long-running dialogue in film history revolving around the aesthetics of war films, and whether or not there can ever be a truly “Anti-War” film because, by virtue of being a film with purposeful framing/pacing/blocking, it aestheticizes it, rendering the message moot. I don’t know that Zone of Interest is an ‘Answer’ to that conversation, but it is the most compelling entry in the conversation i’ve yet to see. A horrific film with no violence shown. A building nightmare without catharsis. No aesthetic flourish. Just soul-numbing inhumanity.

What death cries are we tuning out as we go about our day?

2. Killers of the Flower Moon

Martin Scorsese, with rewrites and input from the Osage Nation, takes what was supposed to be a bog standard whodunnit about the founding of the FBI and turns it into a spiritual treatise on the rot at the heart of the American mythos. DiCaprio is at his slimiest here, a fantastic, thankless turn, De Niro is at his most diabolical, but Lily Gladstone steals the show with her radiant aura of a screen presence. This is a 3.5hr film w lots of talking, lots of loud moments, guns and bombs and screeching….but its most powerful moments come from stillness, silence. A glance from afar. The sound of rainfall. The pregnant silence of a confession left unspoken: complicity.

One of Scorsese’s best. 💕

1. Asteroid City

Asteroid City is the best film Wes Anderson has made, and feels almost like a confession, an introspective dive into the why’s of his aesthetic distance from his characters. A 50s television dramatization of a production of a fictional play, the levels of artifice that wrap around these characters keep revealing new facets of their souls to us, their grief, their joy, their quests for meaning.

It’s also got UFOs, atom bombs, laser guns, a fantastic Jason Schwartzman in hot-depressed-dad mode, and folksy musical numbers about aliens! It’s a ton of fun, and a damn fine picture, one that is wrapped in layers of cinematic thrills it slowly unravels to reveal a tender, heart-melting center.💕

[survivorsfm]

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[n-agiz]

watched oppenheimer yesterday and that movie did not disappoint !! really enjoyed it and definitely didn't feel like it was a 3h long biopic yk, the pacing and how the story progressed made it easy to watch if that makes sense. and i loved watching cillian murphy on the big screen hehe 🫶🏻

[claireandacat]

Barbenheimer weekend!

It’s Barbenheimer weekend and as a cinephile, I of course participated. Today was Barbie with my brother and yesterday I went to Oppenheimer. I bought shirts to wear to each one and went to my favorite theatre (I will never ever step into a chain theater with the exception of B&B bc it did start in MO where I am from)

This is a year for movies as a Wes Anderson movie and Chris Nolan movie came out this year. My two favorite directors. I know kinda contrasting. One makes serious, science-y movies and the other quirky indie films. I love them.

I got the guy’s name tattooed on my upper back, how super fan can one get? Next I just need a Chris Nolan tattoo and my super fan status will be extended 😂

I’ll start by talking about Barbie, now I’m not much of a fan of chick flicks, they’ve never really appealed to me but hey I’ve played with a Barbie or 10 in my childhood so this movie should be fun.

It was a fun movie. Margot Robbie was amazing as Barbie. The 2001 beginning scene was an awesome touch. I love that Will Farrell is the Mattel CEO. He is always so funny and dramatic with roles such as that.

I still liked Oppenheimer more.

I’m a HUGE fan of Cillian Murphy and have been waiting for Oppenheimer since I heard Cillian would be the star of the movie. Cillian is also in my top hot actors list, I’ve been in love with the guy since I saw 28 Days Later when I was 16.

I mean, have you seen the guy? He is up there with Sebastian Stan and Daniel Brühl in my opinion. 😍😍😍

Maybe I should make a post about my favorite hot actors?

Back to the subject at hand, Oppenheimer was a MASTERPIECE. Nolan never fails to disappoint. It is 3 hours long to do get a quiet fidget toy. I was pretty focused on the movie so it wasn’t too much of a problem. My favorite theater has a bar so I often saw people getting up for a 2nd and third drink based on the amount of cans I heard opening.

That’s what I hate about ASD you get in the focus of something and then you hear some measly background noise and the focus is gone.

Y’all Josh Peck makes an appearance.

I want to point out the scenes where Oppenheimer is overwhelmed/getting a sensory overload. I read another article that Nolan wanted to really capture what it’s really like to be in that situation. Like really really be in that situation. As someone that often (well not as often now that I left a stressful job) experiences being overwhelmed or a sensory overload Nolan was spot on. Especially with the amount of stress and trauma Oppie endured, the sounds and cinematography of it really had you feeling it. Heck for a minute I was feeling the feels of stress, anxiety and burnout I was feeling at my previous job.

I would definitely recommend doing some reading on the Manhattan Project before seeing. There is lots of awesome videos explaining the whole story. It will definitely give you a better understanding of the events unfolding.

Also, want to give a shout out to Gary Oldman (like he would see this post 😅) for playing president Truman the president from my home state and I even live half an hour away from his hometown 😂 and went to a school named after him. Oldman def got that Midwestern accent down 😂

I always forget that it was Truman that signed off on the big kaboom boom to go down. Makes me wanna say, way to go MO! We got buildings, streets, and schools named after this guy 😂 *I’m joking, the events of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were tragic*

I am definitely looking forward to seeing Oppenheimer again. I’ve yet to see it with my dad who is also a fan of Chris Nolan’s work. Heck the guy had not one but two professors that were involved in the Manhattan Project when he was at KU back in the early to mid eighties.

RIP my bank account buying all these movie tickets and snacks 😅

I hope you all can get a chance to participate in Barbenheimer fun this weekend.

Happy Friday!