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Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain

SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE (2021) - Episode 4 - The Illiterates

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from “that’s my girl” to “that’s my wife”

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deadly class (2019–)

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MANNY MONTANA: Good Girls (2018-2021)

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Alejandro Speitzer by Bruce Weber – ICON Magazine (September 2022)

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snitch — steph & ryder

location Stephanie Sinclair's residence in Beverly Hills

tagging Stephanie Sinclair & Ryder Brooks

synopsis After Sadie kicks her ass for making out with Ryan at a party the night before, Steph takes her anger out on Ryder.

Narrowed eyes glared up at Sadie, and it took everything in her not to talk back. No doubt she would’ve had she not just gotten her ass kicked by that low-life homewrecker. Oh, she hated her with every fiber of her being and her belittling didn’t make Steph any less angry. With the psycho finally gone, she sat up straight and tried to adjust her torn up shirt but to no use. Speaking of useless, she rolled her eyes when Ryder crouched down to help her up. “Oh, now you want to help?” she sneered and swatted his hand away. “Forget it.” Scoffing, she got up on her own and pushed her messy hair away from her aching face before she stomped off to her bedroom.

Ryder deserved it, he knew, but he still didn’t expect her to become this… pissed. “I didn’t…” he sighed, “know…” Looking at her stomp her way to the bedroom, his eyes rolled back, all while crossing his arms. “Steph, come on! I really thought you had her a second there,” he then let out as he prayed for himself when heading into the bedroom. 

“Shut up!” Steph yelled from the other side of the bedroom door when Ryder tried to be supportive. They both knew she didn’t stand a chance against that street rat. Tossing the ruined shirt on the floor, she was standing by her vanity desk and inspecting the scratches on her face when he had the nerve to enter. “What do you want?” she groaned and looked at him in the mirror, her ego obviously as bruised as her face would soon be. 

Ryder knew he’d fucked up, not supporting his girl right away. It was a guy thing, what else to say? Taking steps, closing in, he chose to stop a couple of feet behind her. “I wanna take care of you,” he shrugged, as it wasn’t something he’d usually say to a girl. Glancing her in the mirror, he pursed his lips. “You want me to get you some ice or… whatever? Anything.”

Though her demeanor remained stern, Steph was a little taken aback when Ryder said he wanted to take care of her. His kindness made her feel kinda bad for making out with his buddy, though there was no excuse for him to let the trailer trash beat her up like that. “Fine,” she��scowled at him in the mirror, “get some ice.”

Ryder nodded, as well as brushing his hand through his hair while walking out the room. Fuck, he didn’t even know if to text or call Ryan, like, bro, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Finding a pack ice in the freezer, he brought a towel as well, slowly making his way back to Steph. “So, I guess that boring party you talked about wasn’t that boring, huh?” he mumbled after leaving the stuff on the table in front of her. 

While Ryder was away, Steph sat down by her vanity desk and inspected the damages further. She would’ve grabbed a new top from her walk-in closet instead of just sitting in her bra, but her looks were obviously a pressing matter right now. “Thank you,” she muttered under her breath and folded the ice pack into the towel before pressing it against her face. Glancing him in the mirror, she sighed. “Would you really have preferred if I told you the truth?”

“Honestly? No, but…” he sighed, digging his hands down his pockets, “it’s Ryan, you know, if it’d been a total stranger, I couldn’t care less.” Sure, he wasn’t one to want his girl to reveal every stupid thing she did. Kinda difficult when it was with his colleague, his bro… his first damn friend in this big, horrid city. “So, what… you wanna get back with him?”

Holding the ice pack firmly against her aching cheek, Steph tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at him. So what did he want, honesty or sugarcoating? Right now she couldn’t really tell. “It’s — complicated,” she started off, “like, I get that he’s your friend, but he’s also my ex-boyfriend. And if it wasn’t obvious,” she lifted the ice pack from her cheek for reference, “we didn’t exactly end on good terms.”

Ryder wasn’t a big lovey dove kind of guy, and the fact he was oozing of jealousy right now kinda surprised him. Something about her he didn’t wanna lose, at least not yet – didn’t matter every other hot girl he stumbled upon. Shrugging his shoulders, he didn’t know what to say. No shit they didn’t end on good terms; so why bring it back up? When he got Ryan to open his nice guy mouth, which was rare, he couldn’t stop talking about Sadie. Well, until she ended up cheating on him. Again. “I mean, she’s crazy, so I’m not really surprised.”

Steph was fully aware that kissing Ryan was a dick move. Not because he was Sadie’s boyfriend, but because he was close with Ryder. Whether she should’ve come clean about the so-called boring party or not, she was relieved when he seemingly dropped the topic. Instead, she chuckled thanks to his comment. “Now that’s the support I needed five minutes ago.” It was said in good humor as opposed to before, and after putting the ice pack on the desk, she stood up and approached him. “Now how are you gonna make up for it?”

Steph's comment made him huff, cause how the fuck did one console a high maintenance woman these days? "Is that so?" he responded, narrowing his brows. Damn, she looked like a damn mess, but who cared - not his first time ending up with someone crazy. As in a good kinda crazy, not like Sadie. Being approached, he straightened up and flexed his arms. "You tell me…" he hummed and grasped her jaw, roaming her face and neck with his eyes, "want some more marks on that body?" He pressed his lips together in anticipation, sorta perplexed he won her over this fast.

Steph wanted to stay mad at him, she really did. But the way he flexed his arms and roamed his eyes over her, she thought of a better way to take her frustration out on him. "Don't you dare," she hummed playfully, but her eyes undoubtedly told him she wasn't playing. Sliding her hands up under his shirt, she raked her nails down his torso. "No, I'd much rather leave marks on your body..."

Ryder did indeed like what was going down, especially after everything that had happened for the last 30 minutes or less. Thank God Stephanie forgave easily, for today, that was... not always ending on a good note after all. "Oh, yeah, I'm cool with that," he smirked and wrapped his arms around her after she'd made a move. Didn't matter shit what he did, cause seconds later she was on top of him on the bed. "Just... please, shoulders down, good? Alright." Ryder huffed, knowing the guys at the station would mock the hell out of him if he showed up with marks all over. Like a damn teenager. Not that he was ever gonna grow up, but still.

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better of me — coanna

timeframe Morning after the wrap party

location The Joneses mansion in Beverly Hills

tagging Cody & Fianna Jones

synopsis While a hungover Cody wallows in self-pity, Fianna has a bone to pick with him after his assistant Ada got too handsy at last night's wrap-party.

"Don't get me wrong... I love our kids, but... I might just love our nanny... a whole lot more right now," Cody groaned, struggling to even make a coherent sentence. It was the morning after the wrap party and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this hungover or felt this old. Thankfully, the kids were occupied with the nanny while Cody had joined his wife in the kitchen. Now, slouched over the kitchen counter, he contemplated all of his foolish decisions last night — at least those he could remember.

Fi had never struggled with hangovers, as if she'd barely touched anything the night before. On the contrary, she'd gotten quite drunk - yet there she stood, with perfect hair and makeup, wearing loungewear from V's collection. Just done making some breakfast, she pushed the plate towards Cody, along with some hangover mixture beverage. Sure, she was mad at him, but that never stopped her from being the perfect wife. "Maybe you should tell her," she mumbled while making sure to feed the dogs too before heading over with her breakfast to the table. No way she was gonna sit over there slouched over the counter like him and talk to a wall. "Now, come sit."

A decade ago, Cody would have no problem recovering from a night out like this. Rinse and repeat, he'd been thriving with that kind of lifestyle. Now? It felt like death was knocking on his fucking door. Meanwhile, his wife looked as beautiful and perfect as she did on their wedding day. Somewhat of a surprise since she too had plenty to drink last night. Guess that along with his wife's standoffish demeanor was simply karma coming to bite him in the ass. Refraining from commenting on the nanny for his own safety, he kept quiet and sluggishly followed her to the table with his plate and beverage. "Looks delicious," he murmured, almost afraid to tell her he had no appetite. Instead, he downed a sip of the mixture, praying it would save him from this hangover misery.

"Yeah, dig in, sweetie," she said, keeping her act blunt for now. Normally, she'd spoil him like a baby and keep him in bed to recover the whole day. Today? No, don't think so. More like she'd gotten him up by wanting to make their bed. "So, how do you think last night went?" Puckering her lips, she let her fingers run across her glass.

The hangover mixture tasted like it had been fished out of the sewer, but Cody wasn't about to offend his wife further so he tried to keep an unaffected face. Not easy given her following question about last night. "Um... could've gone better," he murmured with a slight nod. "I'm sorry I acted like a drunk fool... I don't even know how that happened."

The image of him and Ada made her crazy, but no, she wasn't a crazy lady. No more, didn't want to. She wanted him to feel bad, without hurting him too much. This whole thing had gone out of hand, and even if he'd told her ages ago Gareth had made a move on her; she was still hesitating.. could he? Her husband. "I think so too," she was quick to add. Didn't matter how hungover, she wanted Cody to know last night hadn't been OK. "Baby... I don't care if you're drunk... it's what you do. How you behave, and this time, I gotta say... I felt disappointed, and left out."

Cody didn't know what to say at first. Partly because of his throbbing headache, but mostly because he felt ashamed of himself. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his wife and now he'd done just that. And for what? "I'm sorry, honey," he repeated, "that wasn't my intention at all… You know that right?" Granted, he didn't exactly know what his intentions were last night. "It's no excuse, but… Jared and Gareth, I guess they got the best of me," he tried to explain. "I can handle one of them, but the two of them together?" Huffing, he shook his head in defeat.

Fianna didn't know what to say. If it was his intention or not, she had no idea, and the thought itself hurt her. Instead, she pinned her lips into a thin line... merely looking at him at this point. Was he seriously sitting there blaming Jared and Gareth? Her head twitched to the side a little when hearing Asher cry - her mother instinct putting a blanket over their tense moment. Good thing she trusted their nanny 110%. "So, why do you let them?" she sighed, looking back at him. "You know what, it's not about them, it's about..." It was hard to say. "Ada... I mean, she touches you so... effortlessly... even when I'm around... makes me... uncomfortable, like... only I should be allowed to touch you like that."

The fact that his wife could barely look at him right now made his stomach drop. Definitely no Husband of the Year award for him anytime soon. "I don't—" pausing, he opted to let her speak instead of coming up with poor excuses about his frenemies. "You're right..." he sighed, "you're absolutely right." Pinning his lips together, he shook his head. "She crossed the line and I should've stopped her." Sliding his hand across the table to lay it on top of hers, he tried to lock eyes with her. "I'm gonna have a talk with her, make sure it doesn't happen again, alright?" he assured while intertwining their fingers, "You are the only one allowed to touch me like that, honey."

Fi looked up when his hand touched hers, which was a kind of a bald move in this situation. However, she didn't pull back… she didn't have the heart to do so. "You should've, yeah," she said, just to be clear, mainly - all this made her so hopelessly paranoid. Even with the way he looked at her and what he said, she still wasn't satisfied. And for a good reason. "So.. she's gonna keep working for you, is that what you're saying?"

Grateful she didn't pull back, Cody gently tightened his grip upon hearing her question. He already knew his answer would be the final nail in the coffin, surely earning him a cold shoulder from his wife. "Listen," he sighed, "we both know I've been swamped with work lately, and cutting back hours is already damn near impossible... Recruiting and training a replacement at this time of year means I'm gonna have to spend even more time away from you and the kids..."

Just the word "listen" made her feel defeated at once. Why was he suck a good talker; like everything made sense, but then, did it? Who wouldn't wanna work as an assistant in Sessions other than Ada? Everyone, she guessed. Oh, how she wanted to let go of his hand, yet she kept on letting him do his apologising and begging. If Ada was daring enough to touch him like that in front of her, then what did she do when she wasn't around? So many questions, her mind was going crazy. "So... when?" she was quick asking, "don't take this the wrong way, but I'd rather have you swamped at work, coming home late at night, as long as I know she's not in the picture."

Cody half expected her to swat his hand away and leave the table after what he had just told her. Lucky for him, she stayed, but for how long? "I know... I know, but I've already missed out on too many milestones with the twins. And hell, I can't even remember the last time I put Noah and Olivia to bed." His face was filled with guilt at this point while his brain simultaneously tried to come up with the best solution to fix this mess. "I'm hoping within a few months, one year at the most maybe," he concluded, knowing damn well it wasn't the answer his wife was hoping for.

Fianna didn't wanna talk much about the kids. Mostly because she agreed; he'd missed a lot, and noticed the most with Noah. After all, Cody was his hero. So, not at all funny when she used two-three hours to get him into bed to sleep. "Noah, three weeks and two days as well as hours and minutes." Of course their son kept track. Olivia on the other hand was too damn easy to put to bed, she didn't care much. "One year, seriously?" she repeated, arching her brows and letting go of his hand. God, the anger in her body right now. Enough to make her wanna yell at him, but with him being hungover, things got harder. Hence she kept quiet and stood up instead. "I need some air."

His wife could've very well turned a knife in his heart when she mentioned Noah. He deserved the jab, no doubt, but it stung like hell. He already felt like a terrible dad and an even worse husband, so getting the confirmation tore him down further. As she let go of his hand, he could feel his marriage literally slip between his fingers, but he knew better than to follow her right now. She needed time and he needed to reevaluate every bad decision he'd made for the past few months.

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Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen | Big Sky 3x11 “Super Foxes”

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Holding the ice pack firmly against her aching cheek, Steph tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at him. So what did he want, honesty or sugarcoating? Right now she couldn’t really tell. “It’s — complicated,” she started off, “like, I get that he’s your friend, but he’s also my ex-boyfriend. And if it wasn’t obvious,” she lifted the ice pack from her cheek for reference, “we didn’t exactly end on good terms.”      Toby glanced over at Sadie and scoffed when she pretended to doze off. “Jeez, sorry my relationship ain’t as fucking messy as yours,” he taunted sarcastically. “If it makes you feel any better, I think she fucked Alex again.” Shrugging slightly, his eyes focused back on the road, though her next comment made him glimpse the screen in front of them. “It’s a dope playlist, can’t lie.”

Ryder wasn’t a big lovey dove kind of guy, and the fact he was oozing of jealousy right now kinda surprised him. Something about her he didn’t wanna lose, at least not yet – didn’t matter every other hot girl he stumbled upon. Shrugging his shoulders, he didn’t know what to say. No shit they didn’t end on good terms; so why bring it back up? When he got Ryan to open his nice guy mouth, which was rare, he couldn’t stop talking about Sadie. Well, until she ended up cheating on him. Again. “I mean, she’s crazy, so I’m not really surprised.”      Sadie still teased him by acting bored. Knowing him, he knew she liked acting a bitch… more like batshit crazy, or annoying as fuck, so he was used to this. However, when he mentioned Alex, she couldn’t help but turn towards him. “She what?” she frowned, almost disgusted, “why, is she fucking stupid?” Letting out a scoff, she shook her head. “Mhm,” she added hinting at the playlist – kinda sexy to be honest.

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it’s __a wrap

Even when Dom cleared his throat, Cody had no clue he’d said too much, but the look he got from both his friends at least made him realize he’d messed something up. As the couple then continued being all lovey-dovey, he thought he was in the clear until his wife spoke up. Vic tried to focus solely on Dom after Cody’s slip, but Fianna’s narrowing eyes didn’t go unnoticed and soon her guess was spot on. Unable to hide a big smile, she glanced her hubby before eyeing the blonde. “Well — yeah, all of the above?”

His alluring eyes gazing her lips made Jackie want to kiss him so badly, but the teasing and tension of not doing just that was oddly more satisfying. Besides, she was so dripping wet it was pretty obvious he’d already riled her up. Almost to the point where she had to beg him to fuck her, he surprised her by going down on her instead and quiet moans instantly turned louder. “Oh my god,” she breathed and tilted her head back. As her long nails raked through his hair, she lifted her left leg up to rest her thigh on his shoulder. 

“What, are you serious?” she gasped, “I was just kidding – I’m… are you kidding, is she kidding?” Her eyes wandered towards Dom, who shook his head, awfully proud to become a dad with the most beautiful woman in the world. “Oh my God!” she got down from the chair and gave both of them an excited hug. “I’m so happy for you!” Squeezing Dom’s arm, she then backed up a little. “Wait, so… how far? And why haven’t you told me!” Guess Dom had opened his mouth to Cody, and damn, he didn’t often keep secrets too close to his heart. Dom huffed to the overly-excited woman embracing them. Then, Fi was a constant ray of sunshine. 

Gareth wrapped his arm around her thigh as his tongue circled her clit, not to mention he slid his fingers back in. Who knew what turned her on these days, yet he kept following her moans for clues. Safe to say he was hella turned on, and if it wasn’t for her challenge, he’d be cumming inside her right now. A needy hum left his lips, his heart racing… unsure if he found it possible to keep it going much longer. “Where the fuck is he…” Gemma whispered annoyingly on her way to pick up some more bottles. So much for celebrating a damn celebrity – not even there to be cele-fucking-brated. Opening the door, a loud gasp escaped her lips by the sigh of her bestie on the counter, getting all orally taken care of by… someone who wasn’t Ric. “What… the hell?” she exclaimed, throwing her arms out, not even thinking about letting her girl have her fun. Sure, with Ric, go crazy. Her face basically turned into a frenzy when Gareth stood up, brushing his hand across his lips. Of course, cause in what universe wouldn’t Gemma come around cockblocking? “You mind?” he sighed, “we’re kinda in the middle of something.”

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While Ryder was away, Steph sat down by her vanity desk and inspected the damages further. She would’ve grabbed a new top from her walk-in closet instead of just sitting in her bra, but her looks were obviously a pressing matter right now. “Thank you,” she muttered under her breath and folded the ice pack into the towel before pressing it against her face. Glancing him in the mirror, she sighed. “Would you really have preferred if I told you the truth?”      Even if it was just for a second, a smirk edged Toby’s lips when he caught her looking at his crotch. Nodding his head and making sure he steered clear of Venice, he cruised through the streets with no exact destination just yet. Keeping his eyes on the road, he pondered her question for a moment. “Depends who you ask,” he huffed, “there’s one thing her snobby so-called friends loves more than money, and that’s talking shit.”

“Honestly? No, but…” he sighed, digging his hands down his pockets, “it’s Ryan, you know, if it’d been a total stranger, I couldn’t care less.” Sure, he wasn’t one to want his girl to reveal every stupid thing she did. Kinda difficult when it was with his colleague, his bro… his first damn friend in this big, horrid city. “So, what… you wanna get back with him?”      Sadie made herself visually doze off to his lame answer. “Whatever,” she mumbled and started checking out all the fancy stuff in the car instead. Ending up turning on the seat heater on the screen. “Okay, let’s see…” she kept going, touching her way to Layla’s Spotify, “Toby’s a shit… hmm, such a familiar playlist.”

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s n i t c h

Though her demeanor remained stern, Steph was a little taken aback when Ryder said he wanted to take care of her. His kindness made her feel kinda bad for making out with his buddy, though there was no excuse for him to let the trailer trash beat her up like that. “Fine,” she scowled at him in the mirror, “get some ice.”      “Can you really blame us?” Toby shrugged halfheartedly, “I’m getting a semi just thinking about it.” It was said in a jesting manner, but it was no joke. Doing as he was told though, he backed out of the driveway and began driving out of Beverly Hills. “So, where to next?”

Ryder nodded, as well as brushing his hand through his hair while walking out the room. Fuck, he didn’t even know if to text or call Ryan, like, bro, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Finding a pack ice in the freezer, he brought a towel as well, slowly making his way back to Steph. “So, I guess that boring party you talked about wasn’t that boring, huh?” he mumbled after leaving the stuff on the table in front of her. “You’re welcome,” Sadie hummed and glimpsed his crotch for just a second, “I don’t care as long as it’s not Venice.” The mere thought of heading back home to Ryan was out of the question. “Layla ever cheat on you?” she instead asked, mostly because she knew his girl lived around here somewhere… thanks to daddy Rich’s money, obviously.