below the cut are some possible / wanted connections for emily blunt. she is 41, married to john krasinski, identifies as bisexual, and primarily lives in new york city. she has two daughters that she shares with john - hazel (10) and violet (8).
if you’d like to snag any of these connections, please feel free to dm me! many of these are open to multiple muses, as well. i’m also open to any connections not listed explicitly down here, so if you have an idea or if you want to plot/brainstorm, please let me know!
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—— PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜
best friends.
coworkers turned friends.
confidants. karlie kloss.
role models.
close friends. taylor swift.
ride or die.
drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk.
online friends.
secret friends, aka friends who do not hang around in the public eye as their family or friends may not get along.
enemies to friends.
wing(wo)men.
#married squad. blake lively. ryan reynolds. john krasinski.
sibling like friends.
platonic soulmates.
casually flirty friendship. sebastian stan.
unlikely friends.
positive influence. (for) margot robbie.
seem like a married couple.
former lovers to friends.
—— ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS. ❜
husband/baby daddy. john krasinski.
flirtationship.
one night stand.
blind date.
forbidden romance.
exes on good terms.
exes on bad terms.
summer romance.
former friends with benefits.
former enemies with benefits.
childhood crush / lover.
one leads the other on.
former publicity partner.
—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜
enemies.
former (best) friends.
fell for the same person & fought over them.
life long enemies, aka two people who have been enemies ever since they remember but have forgotten the reason for their dislike.
frenemies.
rivals, direct opposition.
negative influence.
mutual jealousy.
competition.
current lover’s ex, former lover’s current partner.
Blake: How are you guys doing after that horribly disgusting article yesterday? I hate that they raise one of us to put the other down. @jkrasinski @rreynoldsfms @bluntexposed
John: Hey. Thanks for checking in, Blake, and don't look too hard into it, Ryan. I won't speak for Em but I'm doing okay. Focusing on what matters which is family, so I'm in Vancouver for a couple of days. Saw you guys at the premiere – looking great and I'm very proud. Can't wait to watch!
em: I feel like we've inadvertently deployed a search and rescue team. But I'm okay. Really just...feeling the weight of the past few days and trying to let it pass.
em: Yeah, you all looked really sharp. Wolverine pun maybe intended a little. I'd make a Deadpool pun but I've yet to wade into those waters.
em: See? ^ I'm feeling fine already.
Private: Fifteen is a big number so I'm sure that's the best gift that you could give him. Hey, if I can help in anyway for your marriage then I'm going to be here for it. You're lucky that I work well under pressure. Forever grateful for you and the girls for holding my hair back. Although I don't think that the assistant was too pleased with all of that. I'm.... doing a little better? I mean, I thought that I had a stomach bug and that I was going to end up getting you lot sick, too. But turns out that you can't catch what I've got... turns out that Baby Kelce is going to be a special guest on the eras tour for the rest of the European leg. So I'm very okay. More than okay. Still feeling poorly, but at least I know why now. Trav forced me to go to the doctors while he was in Germany with me.
Still... that's ridiculous. I'm hoping that he isn't away too much longer. Extension after extension is just as bad as getting called back to do reshoots. It's good that you got to spend more time together, though. How was it? Okay, but Ellen had a way of making everyone nervous so I don't think that really counts there. Now I'm just going to know to look out for two Johns! Thanks for the heads up, Em. I'll get you both on stage. You've dragged him into this, now. Genius plan on my behalf.
private: It's a milestone, really. Maybe he'd be pleasantly surprised at how quickly I've come around to it. I think before long, the part you'd play would be so big that John would merely just become a third in his own relationship. But...oh. Oh, wow. You're expecting? Taylor, that is...massively exciting. Congratulations to you and to Travis. That is a big, huge thing. Seems like those suggestions I gave you worked for somebody, so that is just wonderful. Is he as thrilled as you are?
You know, it's just our life sometimes. We've been really lucky to have done projects together in the past, this is just one of those times where the timing didn't work in our favour. It was...yeah, it was good. Too short, especially considering we had one of those gossip sites at our necks while we were there, but we made the most of being together and had an incredibly difficult time saying goodbye. Anytime I got invited onto that show, I was forced into singing in some capacity, and it did the opposite of help with the stage fright. May have made it worse, even. But...shit, no, there are going to be too many people there for you to be able to spot me. He can do a mean lip-sync to something of yours, so maybe he'd enjoy it more than me. Knowing him, if he knew that was the plan, I'd be in a replica of that Midnights bodysuit faster than you could blink.
But... he is American, Em. It's just something that you're going to have to accept. You know when you're at the shows next month - I'll make sure that we hang out and I'll wear my baseball cap. In solidarity with John. Sorry, but I support him in this endeavor. Anything else? I'm on your side. Oh. I never mean to strike fear into people - I really hope that I don't do that often. But thank you for coming out and helping me dress shop. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Why the hell are there so many style choices? What a mission. So sorry that you had to deal with my sick ass while we were at it, too. Going up on stage and performing is just something I love to do so we push through unless I really can't perform.
What the hell is he filming that takes him away for so long? Or that it keeps getting extended? That doesn't seem fair, at all. I'm glad that you're able to come get together for the important things. And hey, sometimes thinks take an unexpected turn - just means that you can try and find excuses to go back home, right? Oh come on - it's not so bad getting up in front of that many people. You kind of just forget how many people are there, perform your butt off and enjoy the moment. I think you'd do great up there. But hey, who knows - I might be able to source those things. I do what I want, after all. If that's what it takes to get you up on stage then I'm going to do it.
I love how I'm 'going to have to accept it' - maybe by the 15th anniversary I'll let him off easy about the caps. Or maybe if you show up wearing one with him, I guess it'll be okay after that - you might just be what salvages our capless marriage, Tay. Lot of pressure on you. Of course, I had an absolutely lovely time meeting the other girls and helping you make the best choice all-around. Wasn't expecting to have to proverbially hold your hair back, but...are you doing any better? Being sick is one thing, wedding dress shopping and then having to perform while also sick is absolutely nutty. So I hope you're okay.
It's a Guy Ritchie film, they're notorious for being the longest shoots in the world. I think it's in hopes that there won't be any reshoots, but it's extension after extension. We had the weekend together in Italy, I told him to meet me there so that ended up working out okay. You say that now, but I couldn't even get in front of an audience at Ellen without nearly peeing myself out of sheer nerves. And fuck, I should've named more unobtainable things, Lord knows you can get whatever you wanted if you asked for it. New idea - I'm not gonna tell you which Wembley show I'm going to and then I'm gonna just dress up like John so you can't recognize me. Hoodie with the strings pulled, all black, ball cap. You can't pull me up on stage if you don't know I'm there.
okay, okay. i can drop a remix just for you. i'm working late 'cause i'm an actress. espresso the emily blunt remix coming to a soundcloud near you soon. i'm texting jack as we speak. we gotta do it for our icon emily. you're for real too sweet. thanks, baby. i appreciate you saying so. i am. very excited. 33 days to go and i literally can't wait for everyone to hear it. i'm also bad with secrets so i gotta do my best not to get impatient and leak the whole thing. speaking of things we're excited about, did i hear rumors about a squeal to the devil wears prada? please tell me you'll be back?
You're the best, thank you for humouring me. Once I get indoctrinated into one of those outros of yours too, I'll be a happy camper. There's a lot you can do with Blunt, you know? I feel like I'm just making demands at this point, but just know that I think you're stellar and I'm a big fan. Yeah, you have to just sit on it for about another month and then you'll be in the homestretch and can talk about it to your hearts' content. Which is why it's funny that you're touching on those rumours. Because I am also sworn to secrecy on anything I may or may not have been in talks about for that. Even my husband hasn't heard a peep about it, and if there's anyone I can't keep a secret from, it's him. As soon as I'm at more of a liberty to share, I will, promise.
Well if the amazing Emily Blunt says so then it must be true! I was mostly kidding about the whole 'dropping the baby' example but I also know that I'm accident prone and I can, and have, tripped going up stairs so the idea of even walking with my future neice or nephew is terrifying to me but she assures me that I'm going to be great. I would say maybe two or three months? It's hard for me to know exactly because we've been too busy to play catch up, which makes me sad because I miss her.
It's something tremendously different once you have the little one in person in your arms, it makes going up and down the stairs a much more careful affair. I'm a complete klutz and have yet to even stumble while holding one of the girls, so I think you'll be fine. Definitely catch up with her, now's a perfect time before the baby gets here to bridge that gap. That way, by the time they're here, it's like...somewhat perfect unity. I always hesitate to say full perfect. But still! Do you ever see kids of your own in the cards, or are you bound to being a fun uncle?
Bassy: Seriously? Do we know how accurate that is? I feel like your inner circle consists of very few of us. I get it, Em, I wouldn't be able to trust so easily. Then again, I already don't trust easily. I am sorry to read this.
Bassy: Yeah, I could tell too. He came at me pretty hard. I'm just happy it was me he came at instead of another sensitive individual. I have pretty thick skin and I know where he lies with our friendship so it wasn't affecting us at all, but he was hulking out.
Bassy: Where are you guys at now?
em: It's not like they're pulling incorrect things out of thin air, Seb. My inner circle is fairly tight, so it honestly could've just been someone who heard in passing that wasn't supposed to, or...who knows? They stayed anonymous so we'll never know, which was probably for the best, considering that my legal team doesn't mess around.
em: Hulking out seems like a stretch, Sebastian. Come on. Don't kick a man when he's down, especially when the man in question's my husband. He's been taking it from all sides, we're both a little bent out of shape, he deserves a little bit of courtesy for remaining what I consider to be fairly measured.
em: We're already apart again - he's back in Liverpool, I'm back in Vancouver. Not sure when we're going to be back together again, his shoot's got a 'TBD' wrap date and I'm back in New York with the kids once August 1st rolls around.
Bassy: If it's so personal how did one of those jack asses get ahold of your personal information?
Bassy: I hate the tabloids. Don't they have their hands full already with the Kardashians? Stick to them and leave you guys out of it.
em: Apparently "according to close friends", so you can imagine my trepidation about talking about...quite literally anything ever again.
em: It makes for a great headline, that's all they care about. We're just in the crossfire of it all. We'll be fine, seriously. They were worse about John, which I could tell affected him greatly.
who: emily blunt // john krasinski @jkrasinski
when: morning of friday, july 19
what: emily and john reel from the aftermath of the anon, pls blind item while together in italy
triggers: mentions of pregnancy, fertility, slight usfw at very end
EM: Italy had been a whirlwind of an experience - Emily was lucky enough to get time off from shooting in Vancouver, aboard a private jet and set up in a hotel by the bride-to-be herself to help with dress picking - but the blonde would be remiss to not use it as an opportunity to find a way to see John. Considering that he was holed up closer to Italy than she was, it felt like a no-brainer. Things had been momentarily okay for both of them, with their new method of trying not to let the stress of trying get to them. With what little time they had together these days, focusing on being frustrated or overthinking it all could wait. A way easier concept to grasp when John showed up at her hotel room door with a weekend bag and was nearly dragged inside by the front of his shirt. That was last night, by the time morning rolled around, Emily was comfortably half on top of the actor underneath the large duvet of the king bed. Clothes were strewn in a straight path from the main area of the hotel to the bedroom door, the only exception being his t-shirt from last night as the only thing she was wearing. Face nuzzled into his neck, ignoring the stubble scratching the tip of her nose, the blonde lightly groaned under her breath to get the sleep out of her voice. “Is today the staying-in day, or the gallivanting day?” It was clear in her mind which she wanted to do, her plans centered around just staying like this. “You’re the guest, you pick.”
JOHN: To say that John felt an overwhelming sense of bliss and calm would be an understatement as morning came around and he held Emily in his embrace. Arm curled around her and keeping her close into his side, he let out a contented sigh when he heard her rousing and felt the Italian sunshine come in through the window and caress his face. Things hadn’t been easy for the two of them over the past few months, with the distance between them and their failed attempts at trying, but right now they felt pretty good as he hummed thoughtfully and pressed a kiss to the top of his wife’s head. “I’m gonna be the lazy guest and suggest we gallivant tomorrow,” he mused. “I don’t feel like sharing you with Italy just yet, and you look so good strewn about in this bed.”
EM: That was exactly the answer she’d wanted to hear, evidenced in the satisfied noise of approval against his skin. “Good thinking,” she agreed, fingers trailing lightly over the middle of his chest, “I don’t want to be shared either. If it were up to me, I say we never get up again.” It was a tempting idea once she started thinking about it, but one that she seriously could see them doing. Bridesmaid duties wrapped for now, nowhere to be until her husband had to fly back to his set the way she had to hers, couldn’t they just enjoy this a little bit more? “Just you,” a kiss up to his jawline between each pause, marking another item on her list, “me, maybe room service if you work up enough of an appetite.”
JOHN: “Mmmm,” came murmured softly and with the tilt of John’s head to the side so that Emily’s kisses were better aimed toward his mouth. He returned the affection gently and then with a little more fervor with each kiss, happy to take things slow when they had time to enjoy one another but also always anxious for more. “Sounds a lot like the morning after our wedding night,” he mused, thinking back fourteen years ago to white lace and a suit both eagerly removed. They were back in Italy, after all, the land where their forever began, it made sense to reflect as his hand slid down to stroke at her waist with his thumb. He was so in love with her, all over again, and it made him crave the moment that the words “it’s a wrap!” were finally called on his set back in Liverpool. He could only hope, wish and dream that would happen before long.
EM: “I’m surprised you can even remember that morning.” Talk about a whirlwind, all that time so many years ago was even more so. But Emily remembered it fondly too, even if they were so drunk on each other that it made her dizzy in hindsight. Capturing his lips once more, she was only taken slightly out of her element by the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table. A brief buzz against wood before it ended, it was only short-lived before it started up again. At that, the actress groaned into his mouth. “Your reality check is calling,” she teased with a little laugh, blue eyes narrowing playfully at her husband before finally pulling back, “better answer it and tell them you’re busy with your wife.”
JOHN: John groaned too, the last thing he wanted to do was speak to anyone other than the woman he had his arms wrapped around. Still, part of the deal of being away from set was being on call, and it must have been something important if it broke through his phone’s DND setting that he only had switched off for the most important business. And it was, he was quick to realize as he pressed his cell to his ear. It was his publicist, and for a moment he thought maybe he’d been papped coming into Italy – what a sin – but it was so much worse. “I… yeah? The Abbotts? No, that’s… I’ll talk to her. Uh, leave it to me.” He glanced across at Emily as the news unfolded, before hanging up and setting the phone aside, stomach dropping as he reeled over what he’d just heard. “There’s another article. Blind item. Whatever they call it,” he said, reaching across to brush back errant blonde hair. “My publicist is saying it all points to us. Do you want me to show it to you, or just tell you the gist?”
EM: Emily settled back on her side of the bed as John reached for his cell phone, one arm tucked underneath her head as the other adoringly ran through the side of his hair. She was still slowly waking up, but as she watched the expression on his profile change, that was all the more reason to further wake up. “What’s wrong?” Were the first words out of her mouth, eyebrows raised as John explained what it was he was related on the phone. The look of confusion on her face only grew at that. “Blind item?” Now propped up on her elbow, Emily held her hand out for John’s phone. “Did he send it to you? I’ll just read it.”
JOHN: “Okay,” John said, stomach twisting as he handed over the phone, open to the message that contained a link to the… whatever it was. They’d certainly been the victims of such talk before, him about his off-camera behavior and the both of them about a speculated pending divorce, none of which proved to be remotely true. But still, this one seemed to hit home the worst of all, even if most of their closest friends already knew about their struggles, both with fertility and his absence. He couldn’t help but dread Emily’s response as he pulled the duvet back up over his chest and watched her read.
EM: The blonde took the phone and sat fully upright, still nestled with her hip against his side. Every sentence that she’d read on the dimly lit screen only had her heart twisting uncomfortably in her chest. How could anything like this make it into a bigger platform? They were being discretionary with who they were revealing this info to, and off the top of her head, anyone that she’d told wouldn’t go to a gossip site like this and leak it. Or at least she thought. “Wow,” she murmured at the end of reading it, swiping back to the numerous texts that his publicist had blown his phone up with, “that…isn’t subtle at all, really.” She opened the article again, as if reading it for a third time would somehow change the contents, before glancing over at John. “Is this a joke?”
JOHN: “Stop reading it.” Phone gently taken back and set to the side, John knew that Emily had a tendency to dwell on the worst and hated that he’d played some part in bringing the article into her heart and mind. He wound his arm around her tightly and tried to think of an answer to her question but everything seemed wrong before it even came count, nothing felt right. Eventually, he landed on: “It’s a joke that someone we know would share that information, yeah. Tell me what you’re thinking?” There was no way that either was leaving this situation feeling unscathed. The intimacy of it all couldn’t and wouldn’t be ignored, the way they’d been called out on their worst fears stung to no end and it felt like all of the softness from before had been zapped from the room. It was the last thing they needed, to be reminded of their shortcomings and, at least in John’s case, to be reminded of how he was letting his family down as the filming season dragged on and on. “Because this… you can’t… you know how we feel about bullshit like this.”
EM: Her hands fell to her lap after John gently reached for his phone back, still trying to wrap her head around how anybody would have the gall to send something like that in. He was hugging her closer to him, and she was struggling to just be as level-headed about this as him considering the circumstances. Being in the public eye always meant things like this would happen, and they had before, but not in regard to something so personal as this. “This is too far,” she clarified, wiggling out of his attempt at comforting her to reach for her own phone on the nightstand, “like, absurdly too far, John.” Unsurprisingly, her own notifications were increasing as she furiously started typing question after question to her publicist. “I don’t understand how you could be so calm about this, it’s a massive invasion of privacy.”
JOHN: “I’m not… I don’t feel calm, Em.” John wanted so badly to reach for her again, to tear her away from her phone and into his arms but he knew that it wasn’t the time. He knew that Emily needed to wrap her head around what had happened and mourn whatever belief she held in her heart before that people wouldn’t go so far. Of course they would. Female fertility was at the height of interest in the media, and who didn’t love a story about how a guy wasn’t doing enough to deserve his gorgeous wife? It was pointed and hurtful and he would rage himself if he didn’t think that would be letting them win. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. Fight back against anonymous media?” His phone dinged again, and he sighed. “Can we just… turn them off while we figure this out?”
EM: Emily’s eyes remained down at her phone as she continued half-fuming over this with her husband, not getting any satisfactory answer from her publicist. Nobody was going to be able to trace this, no one ever could, but she could just imagine the buzz this was going to create and wanted to scream. As her team made an effort to appease her and promise to look more into this in little blue text bubbles on her phone, Emily finally looked back up at John with a frown. He was right, he always was, and she couldn’t find it in her to be mad at him for anything he was suggesting. Reluctantly, she locked her phone and held it out for him to take and turn off. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do here. It’s just…so weird and intrusive.”
JOHN: Grabbing Emily’s phone and his own to turn off and set to the side, John sighed. There was no answer to the dilemma of what to do at a time like this. Any statement from them would only draw further attention to the matter, even if it felt like they had a right to speak. As far as the internet and almost everyone reading it thought, anyway, it was bullshit. It just so happened that it was, at least in part, true for once. He hesitantly placed his hands atop of Emily’s, stroking her thumbs with his own. “It’s disgusting,” he agreed. “And it’s not – we find time for each other, plenty of it, and there will be more of it to come.” A pause came, then, in passionate tone: “We will have this baby. You know that, right? So all of this is just… God, we’re not even close to childless, Emily. Whoever wrote this is so far off, and no friend of ours.”
EM: The blonde intertwined their fingers together on top of the duvet, eyebrows knitted together as she listened to him. Every part of that whatever item was bad, and with how the internet worked, she was positive this wasn’t going to be the last they heard of it. “And when we do? This circles back around and we have to field more awkward talk about how much we struggled?” The last thing she’d want is to have to keep reliving the disappointment, the frustration, even when the big if they could get pregnant again actually happened. She hated being distrusting of anyone in her inner circle, but it crept up her throat and settled behind it. “I don’t want to have to keep having this conversation with you, J. We will and it’ll happen and…it’s exhausting. And then you come back at me with asking me if I still want this, and every time it’s…just a further and further away goal.”
JOHN: “So we’re going to let a random hater on the internet decide whether we’re having a baby?” John asked, not angry so much as resigned at this point. “I’m not gonna repeat myself, no, but we should probably set some clarity on our intentions. I mean, you’re right, people are going to have an insight into our lives that we never wanted them to, now, but that doesn’t mean...” He shook his head, then, because the further and further they got into this the more that he wanted to go back to bed, go back to before he’d answered the call. The more he thought about it all the more angry he did start to feel, despite his desire to be the calm one in the midst of this storm, and his eyes cast downward at their hands as his own itched to grab his phone and send out a tweet, or something, begging the internet to give them a break that he’d never actually ask for and would never really come. Whatever he managed to gain now, it would be too late, anyway, and so he just found himself nodding instead.
EM: “It doesn’t seem like it’s only that one thing being an obstacle, love.” Part of her wished it was as simple as one person or thing dictating their inability right now, but the reality of the matter was that it was both out of their hands. Having their noses rubbed in that fact just stung even more. She broke one hand away from his to gently move his face, back up in her direction. “We agreed we’d have this be…low pressure, low stakes, whatever happens, happens. I think we just lean into that a little further, have our PR teams handle this and…let everything happen the way it’s going to. Okay?” As angry and as betrayed as she felt, Emily knew it wasn’t going to serve them well. Both between them, or out in the world. She lifted the back of his hand up to kiss, an attempt to both self-soothe and soothe him. “If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. Promise.”
JOHN: John couldn’t meet Emily’s eyes. At the end of the day, she was right, in everything she said and suggested and promised. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel wholly inadequate, wondering if it was him causing the fact they were unable to conceive and, even more so, if there was any truth in the fact that he simply wasn’t around enough to begin with. Maybe he was just failing all around, as a husband and father. He wished he could say so aloud without betraying what they’d previously discussed about him finding another outlet for his hurt. He didn’t want to burden her more than he already had with things out of her control, after all. “If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen,” he echoed after a long pause, voice gravelly with emotion that surprised even him. “We, uh, shouldn’t let it ruin our time together.”
EM: The blonde watched her husband carefully, thumb running over his cheek as she breathed out in agreement. This was hard on both of them, especially since the snippet lightly shoved Emily and seriously pummeled John. It wasn’t fair to him, and he was going to take this one hard no matter what. She kissed the back of his hand again, letting her lips linger against his skin before mumbling against it. “No, we should not. We’re in Italy, we’re together, that’s what matters.” Fingers running through his hair, Emily tried to briefly lighten the mood. “I can put the lingerie back on, that might get your mind off of everything other than me. Maybe to a dangerous degree, even.”
JOHN: “Oh yeah?” A hungry gaze lifted to meet Emily’s, she sure did know how to switch John’s focus from one thing to her and her alone. There was still a soft ache in his chest that he didn’t think any amount of lovemaking would cause to go away, but the last thing he was going to do was ever reject the offer of his wife, particularly in the bridal white lingerie that she’d gifted him for their anniversary. He leaned in to kiss her, sliding his fingers into her hair and letting out a soft sigh of relief against her mouth. Maybe things would be okay, after all, even if okay looked very different to what they had envisioned months ago when they’d agreed to start trying. Maybe the only thing they had control over was today, this room, and one another. “I love you, Em,” he reminded her, punctuated with kiss after kiss. “I love you so much.”
EM: “Oh, yeah.” She smiled gently back at him, glad to know that at least that was one way to get him looking at her. Meeting him halfway was easy, only dropping his hand in favor of holding both sides of his face. Hiding within each other like this, in a secluded space where they could just be and pretend like the world wasn’t trying to knock down their door was easy. Amongst each other, they could be reminded of what was really important in this life and try to find the brighter side of it. “I love you,” she mumbled, laughing against his lips for a brief moment before pulling herself back. “Did you really want that little number back on?” Her gaze drifted back to that familiar path of clothing leading out of (or into) the room. “Or do you think this is sexy enough to have your way with me in? I know nothing’s hotter to you than the Red Sox, so that might have been a dumb question.”
JOHN: “Definitely a dumb question...” More kisses came before John finished his thought, sliding his hand up and under the shirt and cupping Emily’s breast beneath the familiar fabric. “You’ve never looked hotter,” he assured her, and he meant it, because every moment shared together she only seemed to get more sexy, regardless of what she was, or wasn’t, wearing. He’d said it before and he’d continue to say it again: he’d married up and into the best relationship of his whole life. So much of what came earlier in the form of a call fell away as he gently eased her back onto the plush mattress, then kissed his way down her neck and across her clavicle while murmuring words of endless affection.
What can I say about this women that won't get John sent to my house. Mostly what I want to say is how much I love her in a completely platonic way. I don't think - no offense - there's a part of me that could go for her that way. I look up and admire her deeply. Her authenticity she brings to every situation and the way she holds herself is truly beautiful. You are one of my role models and best friends. I admire her completely. Do I get you in bed yet?
so many people are complaining that i wasn't nominated for an emmy. can't we just be happy and proud that fallout was nominated? plus walton goggins! the man deserves all the bloody praise for his performance! i'm just thrilled to be part of that project and that we go another season! @exposedfmstart
People love to put their two cents in when it comes to awards season, I've always found it to be a bigger honour when a whole body of work you've done gets nominated, because so much more goes into a show than just you. And yes, I do say this because of all the Oppie success this Oscar season, but it rings true regardless! Did it get renewed for a season 2? Excellent, I absolutely loved the first season and think you all are phenomenal. Well-deserved, I say.
✍🏻 + that goofy guy you married. He could use it today.
@jkrasinski Dear John (serious this time, aren't we?),
My big teddy bear of a guy, I love you with literally everything in me. If you could bottle up any feeling in the world, I don't want it to be any of the bad ones we've been confronted with over the past two months. Like...our second date! While we joke about how crazy our first date was, I think our second date's really where we hit our stride. Was also where you kissed me the first time, in my kitchen, and we were so clued in on the fact that it was just fate. I hope you never forget that feeling of what "meant to be" is, because whenever I need a little reminder, that's what I think of. I love you, I'm yours eternally, never forget it.
All my love,
Em xx
I adore you, you larger-than-life guy. I hope we get the chance to work together sometime in the future (my shot at Marvel would've been the perfect opportunity, but alas, life got in the way) because you are just a pleasure to be around in general. I'm so glad to know you and to exist in a Hollywood with you in it, because you're one of the genuine ones that really knows how to stay grounded and true to yourself. I'll be the first one to tell you that opening up and being vulnerable is not an easy feat. The little tastes of it that I get are magnificent, so when you find the perfect person to do that with wholly and completely, you'll know it in your bones. Love ya like a twin brother always.
