#fall guy x reader

[queenmimi2817]

Dirty Mind

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Ryland’s been exhausted lately, and his brother has decided to find out why. Only to learn he’s living with what Colt sees as a dream. Time to swap places and take over for his twin: he can handle it. (Project Hail Mary & Fall Guy 2024)

Notes: NSFW (No physical sex but heavy implication), Ryland Grace x F!Reader x Colt Seavers, Committed Ryland x Reader, Colt x Reader, Twin-swap/Fake Identity.

PHM & FG2024 belong to Universal Pictures and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

Colt invited Ryland out to lunch; nothing too serious, but he did notice his brother's change in texting habits and even the small signs of exhaustion that started to appear on his form. The cafe was pretty quiet, Ryland having already gotten a table, nursing a triple espresso to hopefully wipe the need for a long rest from his soul. You weren't invited; this was strictly a lunch between brothers despite how much your company was always welcomed.

You had become a rock in Ryland's life and by extension, Colt's. You were a bright flower in the garden he stumbled into; you found his aspirations and hobbies entertaining. Ryland adored every part of you, but there was one small quirk that he could still barely handle.

Colt sat down across from Ryland. "Glad you came to meet me. Was worried you'd be too busy to do anything. It's hard to get a handle on you lately."

"Don't remind me. Finals on top of yearly reviews and…" Ryland trailed off at the end. "So why did you invite me out here?"

Colt narrowed his eyes and sipped his drink before setting it down. "Ryland, you look like you've been run ragged."

"Is it that noticeable?"

"Very," Colt said, nodding before gesturing with both his hands. "What is it that's gotten you so tired? Is grading really grinding your gears this hard?" Ryland rubbed his face with one hand, trying to muster up the words for what he was about to admit.

"You know..the love of my life, right?" Colt nodded, to which Ryland covered his face with both hands. "She's got me drained."

"….Like emotionally?"

Ryland shook his head, embarrassed, and lowered his hands, his face tinged with red. "You could say…physically."

Colt took a second before bursting out laughing, causing Ryland to glare and whisper-yell at him to shut up. He wiped his eyes and started to attempt to calm down.

Ryland Grace was saying, in blunt terms, that he was getting way more sex than he knew what to do with. That…was probably the funniest thing Ryland could've said, and Colt's laughed at a lot of things he said. Poor guy lives every fantasy. Ryland really was living such a tough, tough life….

"Let me…get this straight." Colt said, failing to wipe the smile off his face, "You are exhausted… because you are getting laid too much. By your hot girlfriend. What an amazing problem to have."

"Colt, you don't understand. I am physically drained. I love her and the intimacy to pieces, but my god I can not cum anymore than I have in the past two weeks." Ryland said, exasperated. "Living room, Bedroom, Bathroom—"

"Those are pretty typical places, Ryland."

"—The Hallway, garage, the car, the kitchen, the backyard, the backseat of the car at the mall, a public restroom in a busy bar, my home office; literally anywhere she can run her hands over me."

"….Ryland.."

"I didn't even know about half these positions: London Bridge, Good Ex, Butter Churner, there was this one pose where I didn't even know I could bend that way, the—"

"Ryland, please stop." Colt interrupted before exhaling. He put his hands palms together before pointing at your brother, "I would kill to live your life."

Ryland choked on his drink, coughing. He patted his chest as Colt continued.

"You get laid, anytime, any day, anyway? If you can't handle it, I'm so down to swap places." Colt said before he snapped his mouth shut when Ryland's eyes slowly widened at the proposition.

Colt just offered to fuck you, his nympho girlfriend who had him shooting blanks from the frequency. The allure of a break…was tempting. His eyes flickered to the text message from you that had popped up; only expressing curiosity at when Ryland would be home. But he knew what that meant: You opening the door in thin red lingerie, pulling him by his tie and using the same fabric to tie his hands up.

And he'd let you every time; he could never deny you such a simple request, no matter how long you wanted to go. Ryland slowly nodded, trying to hide the growing smirk.

Colt can cover this session.

"You think you can handle it?" Ryland said, "Have you even gotten laid this year; this may be too much for your inexperienced life." Colt sat there in shock. There is no way Ryland just called him inexperienced. He can so handle a couple rounds with a frisky lady in his place.

"Fuck you, get up. We're swapping clothes in the bathroom. I'll show you what I can handle. Sex won't be anything; I'll even tire her out!" Colt spat, falling for Ryland's setup. Ryland immedately started booking himself a spa trip; he was not answering when he called for help. He also made notes to bring his grading along so he can work on it between.

You glanced at the clock before going back to resting your chin in your palm. The black lingerie wrapped around you under a sheer robe. You had given yourself smoky eyes, had everything in the bedroom within reach; all you needed was your beloved other half. When the knob turned, you slid over. 'Ryland' stepped inside, his eyes rising above the glasses. You smirked before slinking up. Your arms wrapped around his neck, nails scratching at his scalp.

'Ryland' started to melt as soft kisses pressed to his throat, as you slowly beckoned him to the stairs upstairs, his eyes devouring your skin and the way the clothing gave away all the curves you'd gotten.

"Come upstairs, love~" You said, dropping the robe to the ground and tugging him by the tie. "I need something only you can give me." The coat was thrown to the ground, and shoes were taken off as you were playfully chased up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once the door shut, you dragged him down on top of you.

Colt, masquerading as 'Ryland', threw every other layer to the ground, immedately pressing kisses to your neck.

You smiled and reached for a leather strap just out of his view…

The following morning's rays leaked through the curtains, painting the trail of clothing up the stairs with a golden hue. The house remained still on the first floor, like a scene frozen. Up the stairs was another story. Colt slowly blinked as he gathered any strength to crawl into the hallway from the bedroom. Red claw lines marked up his back, hickies all over his neck and collar, littering down his stomach and all over his hips and thighs.

Red rub marks existed around his wrists and ankles, and he's pretty sure his jaw is still sore from how many times he ended up eating you out. Any belief in his stamina was gone; he was probably not even capable of popping another erection.

Colt shakily exhaled, "I owe Ryland such an apology for making fun of him for this." He froze, hearing your heels tap against the floor, walking around his spot on the floor.

"Oh baby…" You cooed, "I'm not tired yet, and I just got a new toy in, and it'll drive both of us wild…"

"L-Listen..I'd love to, but there's nothing in me anymore. As hot… as…you are…I don't think I can keep up." Colt swallowed, glancing up at you. Your hair was a mess, and you had marks all over your chest and neck; thighs had the indents of hands that spent all night holding on. "Look, I'm not—"

"I know exactly who you are, Colt. You and your brother don't exactly feel the same inside." You hummed squating down and poking his nose. "Now…one more round for me……?" You whispered, lifting his chin, so his lips brushed with yours.

Fuck…no wonder Ryland was drained.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Never Repeat Colt || Ryland Grace ||

A/n: Saw a Rocky edit...now I need to write something for him.

Morning light spilled lazily through the curtains, soft and warm, catching on the quiet mess of the room, rumpled sheets, discarded clothes, and the unmistakable stillness of a space that had only just settled after a long night.

Ryland was barely awake.

He was still half-buried in the sheets, hair slightly disheveled, glasses abandoned somewhere on the nightstand, when you slipped out from beneath the covers. The movement made him stir faintly, a quiet sound leaving him as he instinctively reached for you only to find empty space.

You smiled to yourself, gentle and fond, as you tugged one of his shirts over your head. It hung on you, far too big, sleeves falling past your hands, the fabric still warm as you bent down to kiss the top of his head.

For a moment, everything was quiet.

Soft.

Then, you stepped out into the hallway and immediately froze.

Colt stood in the kitchen, barefoot, eating cereal straight out of the box like a raccoon with no shame, blinking at you like you were the strange one.

*Crunch*

He glanced down at the oversized shirt.Then back up at you.

*Crunch*

Then toward Ryland’s room.

*Crunch*

Then back to you.

*Crunch*

“…Were you two having sex.”

You opened your mouth.

Behind you, there was a sudden, violent rustling of sheets.

“Colt,” Ryland hissed from the bedroom, his voice mortified and far too awake now, “you cannot just—ask that—”

Colt didn’t even look at him.He took another bite of cereal.

“Gross.”

You choked on a laugh, bringing a hand up to your mouth as you turned slightly, just enough to see Ryland sitting upright now, clutching the sheets to himself like they were going to protect his dignity.

His face was completely red.

“I am going to explain,” he said tightly, clearly grasping for control of the situation, “that this is an inappropriate line of questioning and—”

Colt raised a hand, cutting him off. “Don’t,” he said simply. “I don’t want details. I will pass away.”

“You asked,” Ryland snapped, scandalized.

“I regret it immediately.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore—you laughed, soft and helpless, leaning against the doorway as the two of them continued.

Ryland dragged a hand down his face, clearly trying to recover some semblance of composure. “This is none of your concern.”

Colt finally looked at him, expression flat. “You brought her into our shared living space.”

“It is not....shared? you are here uninvited—”

“I have a key.”

“You should not!! have a key—”

Colt shrugged, shoving more cereal into his mouth. “Too late.”

There was a beat.

Then his gaze flicked back to you, still standing there in Ryland’s shirt, hair slightly messy, eyes bright with amusement. He paused. “…Okay but like,” he added, squinting slightly, “you look suspiciously happy.”

Ryland made a strangled sound. “Colt—”

You just smiled, entirely unbothered. “Good morning to you too,” you said lightly.

Colt snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Morning.” He gestured vaguely with the cereal box. “Next time give me a heads up so I can emotionally prepare.”

“There will not be a ‘next time’ that involves your awareness,” Ryland said immediately.

Colt grinned. “Oh, there’s definitely gonna be a next time.”

Ryland looked like he was seconds away from throwing something at him.

You just laughed again, softer this time, glancing back toward Ryland who was still flushed, still tangled in sheets, still completely undone in a way that made your chest feel warm.

Colt was still standing there, crunching cereal like nothing in the world could disturb his peace, while Ryland was very much in the process of losing his.

“This conversation is over,” Ryland said firmly, still clutching the sheets like they were the last thread of his dignity. “You will leave.”

Colt raised a brow. “Nah.”

You laughed under your breath, leaning against the counter, still wrapped in Ryland’s shirt, entirely too comfortable for the level of chaos currently unfolding.

And then a familiar, bright chiming sound echoed down the hall.

Ryland went completely still. “…no,” he said slowly.

Colt perked up immediately. “Oh, it gets worse.”

Rocky bounced into the room.

Adrian followed.

And just like that, the situation went from embarrassing....To catastrophic.

You lit up instantly. “Hi, babies—”

“QUERY?!” Rocky’s translator burst out, loud and eager.

Ryland moved faster than he ever had in his life. “Do not—”

Too late.

“WERE YOU TWO HAVING SEX?!” the translator repeated proudly.

Silence.

Colt dropped the cereal box, his mouth hung open, eyes wide as you froze and Ryland died.

He made a sound, half strangled, half horrified as he yanked the sheets higher like that would somehow undo reality itself. “WHY WOULD YOU REPEAT THAT—”

Colt collapsed against the counter, laughing so hard he nearly slid to the floor. “OH MY GOD THEY HEARD ME—” the man awfully proud and awfully smug.

Rocky bounced again, clearly pleased with himself at Ryland's reaction. "CLARIFICATION,” the translator continued, “THIS IS HUMAN MATING BEHAVIOR. YES?”

Adrian hummed lowly, stepping closer, massive form looming with quiet curiosity. “QUERY,” their deeper tone followed, “WAS IT SUCCESSFUL.”

You made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, burying your face in your hands. “Oh my god!! oh my god—”

Ryland was gone.“This is not!! this is private...you cannot, there are boundaries—” he was gesturing wildly now, face fully red, composure shattered beyond repair.

Colt was crying. “I CAN’T!!!” he wheezed. “THEY’RE ASKING FOR A STATUS UPDATE—”

Rocky tapped your arm gently. “QUERY,” the translator insisted, “DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE FOR FUTURE ATTEMPTS.”

That did it.

You lost it, laughter breaking free as you doubled slightly, shaking your head. “No!! no...we’re good—thank you—”

Ryland looked like he was about to physically leave his body. “There will be no ‘future attempts’ discussed in this environment,” he snapped, voice strained beyond belief. “This is not a topic—this is not a group discussion—”

Adrian let out a thoughtful hum. “ASSESSMENT,” the translator buzzed, “EMOTIONAL RESPONSE INDICATES EMBARRASSMENT.”

Colt pointed at them like they’d just solved a mystery. “Yeah! You think?!”

Rocky chimed again, softer this time, body still bouncing. "CONCLUSION,” the translator finished, “HUMANS ARE INEFFICIENT AND OVERCOMPLICATE MATING.”

Colt nodded immediately. “You’re not wrong.”

Ryland turned on him. “You are not helping.”

You wiped at your eyes, still laughing, trying to catch your breath as you reached out to gently pat Rocky’s carapace. “Okay...new rule,” you said between giggles, “we don’t repeat Colt anymore, alright?”

Rocky paused. “ACCEPTABLE.”

Adrian hummed in agreement.

Colt groaned. “Wow. Betrayed.”

Ryland slowly sank back against the headboard, defeated, face still burning as he stared at the ceiling like he was reconsidering every life choice that led him here.

You glanced back at him, smile softening just a little despite your lingering laughter.

Yeah.

This was going to haunt him forever.

And somehow, you still wouldn’t change a thing.

[midniqhtt]

COLT SEAVERS RECS .ᐟ

꒰ MASTERLIST I RYAN GOSLING I 07/24/26 ꒱

a collection of fics i’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed all in one spot! read each warning before diving in and please give writers some appreciation for all their hard work by reblogging and/or commenting! ꨄ

A: angst F: fluff S: smut C: comfort H/C: comfort

COLT SEAVERS

and…action? I @happy74827 I F I In which a minor… stunt caused the meeting of the stuntman himself who always seemed too busy, too focused, and too far away

colt comes to your rescue I @luveline I C

stuntdriver!reader I @noirtcnes I H/C I because of reasons like a tight schedule and an asshole director, when your stunt goes slightly askew, colt's the only one who comes to your rescue.

double vision I @fullof-ryland-grace I F I you find out your close friend and coteacher has a stuntman twin.

quiet on set I @bibigo-lover I F I on your fourth big blockbuster working together, you find yourself scolding hollywood’s favorite, tom ryder. to much success, it manages to capture colt’s attention.

a couple strings attached I @/bibigo-lover I H/C + ~S I you start sleeping with your coworker/best friend, colt—and it’s everything but casual.

stand in I @rockyhatemark I F + ~S I Colt being Tom’s stand-in for a sex scene.

lights, camera, action I @/rockyhatemark I F + ~S I tom ryder backs out of acting in a sex scene at the last minute. colt, tom's stuntman, graciously takes his place as a body double. the line between faked pleasure and real intimacy get a little blurry in the heat of the moment

crash or crush I @lostinwildflowers I F I Colt is tired of everyone getting involved in his love life and trying to turn it around. He doesn't realize it, but he's the one standing in his own way from meeting the girl of his dreams - who ends up being a lot closer than he imagined.

oh, you’re not…! I @moonlight-in-the-sea I F I your boyfriend has an identical twin, and while you can easily tell them apart by now, you've had your mix-up moments in the beginning.

disparity I @/moonlight-in-the-sea I F I the stark difference between how colt treats his injuries vs. yours

pushing it down and praying I @rockylandphm I A I in which, you keep looking for your lost love in colt’s eyes, and colt keeps pretending it doesn't break his heart

the blind date trap I @rockylandphm I F I colt owes ryland, so he cashes in the favor by going to a blind date and pretending to be his twin brother. the problem is, he thinks he might’ve just met the love of his life but she keeps calling him ryland

both AO3 I anonymous I S I ryland walks in on you and colt in their apartment. things take a turn.

feel less far pt2 I @romanticgumchewer I ~A + H/C I your life was finally gluing itself back together after falling apart 18 months ago. but will a certain stuntman coming back into your life break everything again?

hardly watching I @sinsilk I S

glasses? I @/sinsilk I F

make peace with it I @/sinsilk I H/C I it had been a little over a year since you've even seen colt. you thought you had made peace with everything, but when he crashes the metalstorm set, you realize you hadn't.

[happy74827]

I Can’t Get Enough

[Colt Seavers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Fast relationships aren’t always a "bad" thing, especially when you understand the circumstances involved.

WC: 692

Category: Fluff? Spice/Lime? This is just babble honestly LMFAO

I needed to get this out of my head (and it’s my birthday 💃), so I apologize for how short it is 😅

『••✎••』

Relationships become something special really fast if they have a common passion and share the same dream. And I know that's cheesy, but it's also true.

You and Colt were living proof of this. Friends at the start of production, friends through Jody, and friends still. But not the same friends as you were before. No, because an incident brought you two together—and in my experience, nothing else does that.

It happened like sparks or firecrackers. There was a spark of attraction, and then one day, you looked at him, and your heart went boom. You'd never been with another guy before, but with Colt, it felt so natural. Like he was made for you, and you were made for him.

And when he came to your house dirty, bloody, and wet like a dog, you knew right away. It didn't matter what the cops said. It didn't matter how many times the local sheriff assured you he'd handle it. That night, in your house, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Colt was innocent. And you did everything you could to help him, even if it meant breaking the law and committing a felony.

And Colt...

Colt, for his part, did not care what you were doing when he came back. He just wanted you. And after all, it wasn't the first time that you'd seen him bloody and bruised. He was pretty realistic with his stunts, and you were used to seeing him come back from work covered in fake blood.

But when you saw him there at your doorstep, hands grasping the door frame, blood on his shirt, his eyes wild with panic... you knew.

And you couldn't let him go.

So you grabbed that shirt of his, and you kissed him.

That's the way it was between you. There was always something there. But it took a tragedy for you to notice it.

In my opinion, that's the best kind of romance. When it comes to relationships, I like it when the guy and the girl are in a crisis. That's the time you find out what someone is really like. What are they really like? Are they going to be there for you, or will they run at the first sign of trouble?

Colt ran into the rain. Colt ran to your house, and he trusted you. He trusted you to help him. That's why he went to you. Because he knew that you would be there for him and that you would be willing to do whatever it took.

He was right, too. Because when you saw him there on your doorstep, you didn't even think twice about it. He probably didn't predict that reaction, but was he complaining? Not in the slightest.

His hands went around you, and he pulled you in. He kissed you hard, and you could taste his blood and feel the coldness of his body. You knew you needed to get him out of the rain, so you pushed him into your house and locked the door behind you.

Everything after that? It was a blur. You didn't remember where you were. You didn't care. You were lost in him.

All you knew was that while you were holding onto him, and you were kissing him, and you were looking at him, he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Nothing else was important.

Nothing.

You and him, and the love between you, it was like a light that burned brighter and stronger than anything else in the universe.

And in the darkness of your living room, your clothes now soaked through from him, your heart pounding like a drum, you held onto him and refused to let go.

Just like that, you couldn't get enough of him.

So, yes, relationships do develop fast in these kinds of situations. I believe it's because the heart wants what the heart wants. And when the heart wants, it doesn't let go.

It won't be persuaded.

It won't be reasoned with.

And it won't stop until it gets what it wants.

And, evidently, you and Colt are no different.

[mindless-existence1]

Requests!

They/Them, in love with fictional characters, and have a love for drawing and writing.

Requests open currently!

Fandoms I have watched/read and am willing to write for!

My hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sonic Universe

Anything DC- mainly Superman or Batman fam

Young Justice

Kpop demon hunters

Chainsaw Man

Tmnt

Attack on Titan

Criminal Minds

Spiderman

Assasination Classroom

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Transformers

What I will not write!

Incest including half siblings, adopted siblings, or characters heavily implied to have a sibling type relationship

Big age gaps- Pedophilia isn't cool guys (if the character is technically one age but look different I still count that as a weird age gap just fyi example: looks 10 but is actually 1,500)

Im not a fan of angst but I can do small angst stuff nothing crazy tho

R*pe or SA

I won't write about real people only fictional characters

No more than a threesome-(and I'd only write a threesome under special circumstances)

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What I will write!

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Romantic relationships

Reader insert

Not reader insert

Headcannons

Oneshots

LGBTQ+ Characters and ships

Domestic fluff

AUs

And for any ship you request and I'm willing to write for!

[queenmimi2817]

Burning Man

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Colt falls hard and loves hard. With you in his sights, he races to set your heart ablaze. Unfortunately, that’s not the only fire growing… (Fall Guy 2024)

Notes: Colt Seavers x GN!Reader, Coltland Gentry AU (Takes place 2 years after the movie, Colt and Jody have broken up amicably)

Other Chapters: Two

Fall Guy belongs to David Leitch and Universal Pictures

The movie set was incredible; a plot about a group of men searching for a huge cache of gold hidden after the extermination of a group of local population while running from the government's attempt to steal the money before them. It's likely to be a classic, another badge on Jody's belt. Her first breakout film Metalstorm had set off a fire no one could stop. Colt and Jody had rekindled, hoping that desire burned like a hellfire, or…like a stuntman set on fire; whichever was brighter.

But not every fire had enough kindling to last long, and although the love had been passionate, Colt and Jody settled. Friends, who dated for two years officially before they ended and kept things civil. Jody always requested Colt as a stunt double in her works, and Colt never turned down a single role.

You were the head of pyrotechnics, or at least the assistant to the crazy lady setting it all off. When you started working, you took extra care setting ablaze every scene; and such a fire…enticed Colt, who felt his heart explode into flames like the Notre Dame. (You haaaad to be there for that travesty, even my mom cried.)

The film morning was slow, everyone aching from the previous day where one character crashed a car off a cliff into the water which then lead to the main character asking while treading water if the group up on the cliff if they thought the car would still work if it was pulled out, only for it to immediately explode. It was a perfect shot, as Jody put it. This next scene was supposedly to take place at midday so that meant the morning was full of checks and set-up.

You double checked, even triple checked every wire and timer. You made sure every safety was engaged and even checked for any change caused by environmental factors. You took it seriously; safety protocol was so ingrained you didn't even use the checklist anymore. Some safety measures were overkill, but between injuring someone and creating a masterpiece; there was very little wiggle room for failure.

"If it isn't my favorite fire starter," Colt said walking up. "You know someone might suspect you of being in love with the equipment with how gingerly you touch it." Any bruises from previous stunts were perfectly hidden by makeup, a Miami fire jacket thrown over a casual grey shirt and some black trousers thrown on as the comfy outfit before dressed up in a carbon copy fit of what the main character was wearing.

"No matter how insane it may be, I refuse to risk even missing a potential issue with the equipment. Not risking my friends or anyone's safety for a pretty seen; Jody can understand."

"Oh yeah? Well as a certain someone who spends a lot of stunts with your handy-work, it's very nice to know you're doing all these checks. I'd rather not get a pyrotechnic to the stomach. Or face. And weirdly not to my ankle again, that was a unbelievable experience of pain you don't think you would think to have."

"You never walk normally the rest of that film shooting." You replied, smiling at him to which Colt rolled his eyes. "Ready for me and the team to set the scene on fire?"

Colt took a few steps closer, leaning on the table you had been keeping the equipment on before moving it, now leaving the table covered in carefully arranged chaos of instructional steps for various effects. "You know I'd always let you make me hot."

"Very funny, Colt. Isn't Jody expecting you with Dan to go over some of today's stunts and the timeline?"

"Sending me away already? And here I thought you'd jump at the chance for highly stimulating conversation."

"You're overstimulating, Colt. A firecracker."

"Let me guess…" He lifted his hand and pointed at you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. "You wanna say I got a short fuse as a punch line."

"I was going to say; known to go up in flames and cause a lot of property damage on a bad day, but that works too." You replied, laughing as he fawned a shot to the heart, sliding off the table.

His heart swooned and soared at every moment you gave him; he was so glad he begged Jody to do everything to get you back in reach. It always helped to have your ex-girlfriend turned wingwoman assist in the process. Last time he tried to win someone alone? Yeah… there was a whole movie about that disaster. Jody still enjoys pulling the 18-month no-contact card.

You grabbed your notebook, which was stuffed with all the pyrotechnics and fires you would be involved in. Colt fell into step beside you, his eyes flicking over every now and then as you both joined the massive group coming together for Jody's meeting.

"Alright, today we're running the scene where they sneak into an inn and purposely set it on fire after finding out someone murdered the innkeeper, who turns out not to be dead in the end. Are my actors ready?" Jody said.

The actors were all in costume and nodded before she moved her pen along the list, checking off medical and support staff. "Next..Is the stunt crew and pyrotechnics ready to burn the house to the ground?"

Colt leaned slightly over to your ear, "Promise to hold back the flames of your love to not toast me?"

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful snarl, "When I wanna set something on fire, I'd always gonna burn. As long as you do what you're good at, I'll keep sparking what's needed"

"That's hot. Like literally. Not that you're hot. I mean you are, but not in the pyromania way; most of the time." Colt started to fumble the words as Jody crossed out a line at the bottom of the checklist she was using.

Tactic #1: Colt calls her attractive and doesn't retract it.

"Thanks..?" You replied, flattered but now concerned he saw you as a pyromaniac who enjoyed fires way too much. Colt could feel Jody giving him a look after that attempt to strike the pins and then the immediate gutterball that followed. She had her work cut out; this man was down bad.

"Alright..Let's go set up everyone. Colt, walk with me for a second?" Jody said before whisper-yelling at him as they walked.

You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, sighing. The air was cool, and the crowd dispersed. You checked your phone before jogging toward the pyrotechnic base with all of the detonators.

Colt exhaled as he got in position; at least he didn't have to worry about Tom Ryder-Gail's murder plot to deal with. "Let's just get this party started."

The camera started rolling for the take.

"Is he located?" A speaker crackled to life in a truck parked off to the side. Someone reached over and grabbed a walkie, holding it to his mouth.

"I know my boy a mile away…and this is one dead ringer." He let go of the walkie. "Not a bad cover, Six."

[queenmimi2817]

Burning Man Part Two

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Colt falls hard and loves hard. With you in his sights, he races to set your heart ablaze. Unfortunately, that's not the only fire growing... (Fall Guy 2024)

Notes: Pt3 will be delayed one month, Colt Seavers x GN!Reader, Courtland Gentry, Coltland Gentry AU. (Post-Movie)

Other Chapters: One

FG2024 belongs to David Leitch and Universal Pictures

The day had been going swimmingly. It only took a few takes to get the house burning and with zero injuries. However, there was almost a mishap: Colt had stepped back to get ready to jump through the window into the 'pond' outside, and one of the fires caught his jacket earlier than planned. You had nearly lost it in panic. The scene was immediately halted, and the fire extinguisher put Colt out.

"Are you okay?! Did it burn you?" You grabbed his leg where the burning jacket had touched, checking for any fabric melting.

Colt looked down as he was thrown a water from Dan, before smiling and squatting down. "If you wanted to feel me up, I would be so down for two hand-touch. But like…this is a strange place for it, a now-extinguished house set. But like I said it, so down."

"It didn't melt your clothes; I was worried it might've burned you." You let go of his leg and stood up. Colt stood up after you. "Luckily, that's the only time you'll be set on fire today."

Colt leaned in slightly, his shoulder against the prop wall, forearm folded on it as a support above them, while everyone set up the scene as Jody requested after he gave his thumbs-up. You reached up and straightened a part of the collar. Colt caught your hand, rubbing his thumb over your palm before someone called your name to come check something for the reshoot. As you skipped over, Colt clenched his fist, the one against the wall, watching your hair flicker in the wind like a flame. You kept tucking it out of your face before turning your hat around to slide it all back and out of your eyesight.

Is it weird he wished you asked him to slide it back for you? Nah, it's so normal. You're just so hot everything…god he wants to drink it all up.

As the day went by, the scenes were shot. Colt did window falls, car flips, and even a simple fall down a hall, face-planting into a retaining wall. Dan slapped a hand onto Colt's shoulder after he departed from his trailer. "So… are you planning to invite our local fire starter to the bar?"

"Yeah, why? Not allowing anyone else to come get a few beers down after a shoot day?" Colt said, flipping his 'Miami Vice' jacket collar up. "A couple drinks, rubbing elbows, sparking sparks; who knows what'll happen in the next two-day break?"

"Listen to me, Colt. Jody invited everyone to this bar, specifically. You need to take this opportunity; there's a bar down by the ocean. A couple drinks, make a move, get the fire starting…" He slapped his back, "It's golden."

"Dan's right," Jody said, walking over. Colt lifted one side of his mouth. "This is the best moment and-"

"And doesn't involve going MIA for 18 months, and then getting involved in a murder plot. I got it, I got it. I get their vibes, and I know my next move."

"….Alright Colt, listen. We have two days free of shooting. You will take them to his bar, have a whale of a time, and then be back at 8 am on Tuesday."

"I'm feeling like this is a curfew," Colt said, his hands together, as he leaned to half-sit on a table behind himself. "I'm pretty sure I can—"

"No murder plots, no grand scheme of trying to hide a big secret, and no getting an actor arrested. Is that understood? No derailing this movie, or… well, anything really," Jody said.

Colt gave Jody finger guns, nodding. He saw you trailing behind the special effects crew, and leaned off the table and walked over. "Hey. Nice explosions. I think they could've been bigger."

You smiled, spreading out your fingers. "Oh, you have no idea how fiery and explosive I'd have made the blast if I could've. I like it big."

"Bigger and more powerful definitely suits you; I'll make note of it." Colt hummed as he fell into step with you. "Are you going to the bar?"

You looked to him and nodded as you flipped your baseball cap around. "Yeah."

"Well, we are sooo not lame, so we're going to a cooler bar. It'll be fun and so much better than a crowded main street stop." Colt said, grabbing a key to Jody's car she had rented while they were in the local area and then graciously offered to him under the condition he didn't crash it into a parallel parked vehicle.

"Just us?" You questioned him, "Just…the two of us. Getting drinks."

"I mean if you're cool with it, I am. The ball…completely in your court." Colt said, pressing unlock on the keys. You smiled, and his heart swooned. If someone set him on fire in this moment, he'd ignore it to halt until you gave him an answer; love burns and he wouldn't mind a burn or two for you.

"Let's go then, Stuntman. Hopefully this bar lives up to this 'cooler' promise." You said, as his face broke out into a huge grin.

"So…a date. That you're willing go on. With uh..with me."

"I guess you can call it that, yeah.' You started walking to the car to get in, while Colt pumped his fists out of view in excitement, whispering 'let's. Fucking. Go.' before jogging over to play the driver. You slid into the passenger seat, and Colt grabbed the steering wheel.

"So tell me; are you afraid of going fast?" He teased, as he shifted into D on the shifter. "If you aren't…I say let's burn a little rubber."

"Then what are you waiting for? Get those wheels turning." You jolted forward slightly as Colt slammed his shoe down on the gas, spinning the wheels before traction caught and the car started moving. "OKAY MAYBE DON'T DO THAT NEXT TIME WITHOUT WARNING!"

"Yep, got it." He turned onto the road, turning right while everyone else met up at the bar down the road heading left. Jody stared from the sidewalk as the car sped down the road.

"Think Colt will have a normal bar date?" She said to Dan, who was walking by.

"I'm hoping for his own heart; that he does."

The bar itself wasn't overly crowded; warmth leaked out of old water heaters against the wall, and sports games decorated the TV screens directly above the bar. Colt parked the car on the side road in the alley; free parking. The street light had started to illuminate the sign as the sun grew lower and lower behind the horizon's edge.

"Homely, reminds me of a bar back in Florida."

"You lived in Florida?" You asked, as Colt held a double door open for you to step inside first as you walked around the corner of the sidewalk to the entrance. "I guess that explains why you're a stuntman." Inside the bar were a few groups of people, nothing too strange or weird. Some vacationing college kids were playing a card game at a table, and another one had a guy nursing a whiskey or something. A van slowly pulled up to a free spot and parked, still idling.

"Very funny. But there was an old bar near the martial arts studio, and I'd always go wait outside of it for my mom to go get my brother from his science club. Think it closed after I got officially scouted." He said, gesturing to the hostess, that they'd be sitting at the bar and no need to get them a table and menus.

"Sounds like a nice memory, even if the place doesn't exist anymore." You said, sitting in a chair at the bar. Colt slid into the one next to you. One of the two bartenders walked over, leaning on her palms on the counter behind the bar. "Can I have Blue Blazer, please?"

"You really like hot drinks, fire, and explosions; I feel like you've got a theme."

"Uh huh." You rolled your eyes at him as the car's idling stopped outside.

"Can I get a Shirley Templ-and you've walked off to make their drink," Colt said, watching the bartender immediately leave to work on your drink. "Didn't want to order at the same time anyway."

"Are you complaining?" You lightly laughed. "They're just making mine first because of the whole like…throwing fire back and forth technique."

"You know…after a few drinks, I wouldn't mind if you… possibly didn't have anything else to do and wanted to chill."

"Let's see if I can withstand you without the pressure of safety or you about to get injured first."

"I mean..I can take some hits from you if that's what you're into."

"You're terrible."

He clasped his hands above his heart on his chest. "That…was so much emotional damage, I don't think I can handle anything ever again. I need a cure."

You started laughing, as a big smile lit up his face. A hand gripped your shoulder as an individual stepped close. "You mind if I cut in?" The man offered a forced polite smile, pushing you back in the chair to have more space to face Colt. You stared incredulously.

"Hey, dude; not cool. I'm flattered you want an autograph, but I'm not the actor, and this is a date, so if you could-" Colt shut his mouth and halted his sentence, seeing a small gun tucked into his waistband of the black slacks hanging on his hips. "…You know what, let's talk. I love talking."

"This can be real easy, or this can be real hard." The man whispered, placing a hand on the gun. "What's the route you're—" Colt immediately took his elbow to the guy's chin, grabbed your hand, and you both started running.

You both started running toward the alley with the car, skidding to turn before seeing a guy sitting on the hood with a gun pointed. "NOPE!" You yelled, bolting the opposite way down the street. The van kicked back on, as Colt kept pushing you ahead of him. Bullets started hitting the bus stop and the window by both of you. Colt pushed you down another street and ran around the back of a building.

"COLT SEAVERS WE ARE BEING SHOT AT AND CHASED!" You yelled at him, as he grabbed a piece of metal he saw leaning against the wall and tightened his hold on your hand as you both ran across the street, hearing more shots headed in their direction as well as multiple cars slamming on the gas and speeding up toward their location.

"YEAH, I CAN TELL! NOT EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING WHEN I ASKED YOU FOR A DRINK!"

"IS THIS HOW THE NEXT DATE IS GOING TO GO A WELL?! DO I NEED TO RISK MY LIFE EVERY DATE?! "

"THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN THAT OFTEN, I SWEAR…. Hold up, you mean there's going to be a second date?"

"COLT!"

"Right, being shot at. We can kiss and discuss the second date later; preferably when we --fuck, understood BEING SHOT AT! Run, run, run, run." Colt pushed you to keep moving as the individual from the bar started firing from the passenger window of the van.

"SIX WENT THIS WAY!"

"Colt, why are they calling you Six!?" You panted as you both ran across a street, only for a girl with a gun to jump out. Colt moved in front of you and swung the metal to hit the girl before pushing you to keep running ahead. A black car sped up, the driver slamming on the brakes and cutting off the exit for you and Colt. The driver reached over and opened the passenger door.

Colt panted, his eyes widening as someone he hadn't seen since the 90s was suddenly right in front of him. God… he looked more and more like their father now that he had gotten older. You looked to Colt, who tightened his hold on your hand before grabbing the side door and helping you in before jumping into the front seat.

The door slammed shut, and the driver slammed his foot onto the gas and sped off, rolling his window down and pulling a grenade pin with his teeth and throwing it back at the van. You turned back to look out the window and felt your heart pounding.

Such an explosion of fire, metal ripped at the seams, and the internal gas tank made it burn bright. Quickly you turned back to Colt and the mysterious driver.

"…Do you know him, Colt?" You asked. Colt didn't answer for a second, taking a moment to believe it himself. He tensed up, and the air as the car wheeved through streets and temporarily lost those who had been chasing them, grew thick.

"Yeah… this is my older brother, someone who died in Prison back in 2003. This..is Courtland Gentry."

Court gave no response or apologetic expression. You slid a hand to Colt's shoulder, which he grabbed your hand and gave a squeeze of a mental promise. He would keep you safe.

"What's going on?" Colt asked.

Court flickered his eyes over; after all…he was the reason his brother was now being hunted to the death.

[queenmimi2817]

I Kissed A Girl

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Sometimes an awards event is you, your ex who is an incredible stuntman, and a woman who kisses you when the power goes off. (Fall Guy 2024)

Notes: Jody Moreno × F!Reader, I think Jody’s real hot. (Post-Movie)

FG2024 belongs to David Leitch and Universal Pictures

Award ceemony dinners served two purposes: to let one network with others in the same career of making entertainment, and to allow one to scope an actor who just finished a film to potentially get on the radar of a director. Jody had just finished her second film, and it was a hit. Many actors were waiting for the next chance for their agents to sweep in and pass along their interest.

For you..it served as a moment to make a move. Film gave you parts with all sorts of people. But you..craved something else from one director specifically.

Colt and Jody had ended up as friends, with Colt as her plus one. Where was he? She wasn't sure, as he answered a phone call as they went to head in. He was likely talking to Dan about stunts for her next movie or for another film altogether. Hell, it might even be his younger twin talking about the secret project he's working on. No way Jody would interrupt that precious time.

The room had a decent crowd; fancy dresses and suits made everyone look like fashion statements. The wilder the outfit, the more directors wanted that infamous individual in their scene. Some people stopped by to say hello, discussed projects, and introduced other connections, but Jody had this weird feeling. It was like someone was watching her, but among the crowd, she couldn't tell who. Someone close to Gail? Someone who thought she was displaying favoritism by having Colt as the stuntman for two films?

"Sorry, that took longer than expected," Colt said, tucking his phone into his pocket and appearing. "Have you made any connections? Found anyone who we should avoid working with for our entire lives?"

"Agent came over and expressed his actress is interested in possible making something with me in the future. And I have a few people who have taken my business cards and even some who have also just broken into the career who wanted some advice on any lessons that helped."

"You're a smart and talented woman. No wonder you've inspired people, you'll have little Jodys who credit you as their heroes when they pick up cameras. It's inevitable you've inspired and caught the eyes of others here." Colt said, walking over to a table and picking up two champagne glasses.

He offered a smile, and held on glass out to Jody. She offered a small smile, as Colt winked. He was always there to support her, no matter if romance existed or not; and that was something she would always be greatful for. She was about to grab it when the sound of a lever sounded like it was thrown.

You bit your manicured nail, your smile lifting up on one side. Gregory, your agent, was way too willing and tired to entertain your ideas.

The lights suddenly went out as the power went out. Jody blinked to try and adjust, but the room was so dark, with very limited windows. "Well..this is fun." Colt said, trying to lighten the mood as the event was pointless until the lights were fixed or the event was cancelled. "As much as I love stumbling and rambling in the dark, I usually prefer being able to see people I'm talking to."

Seconds later, she felt soft hands grab her shoulders as lips touched hers. It tasted like wax, and there was a hint of breath that smelled like peppermint. Her hands slowly reached up to grab the face of whoever was kissing her. She felt the lips leave your for a moment before she sensed them moving. Jody exhaled, shakingly feeling hot breath on her ear.

"You know…I'd do a lot more than kissing if we had the time. I think we could both enjoy a little one-on-one time." You whispered before biting the skin right under her jaw, then pulling back to press against her mouth. Jody grabbed your face, sliding her hands to tangle in your hair, ruining the style your hairdresser worked so hard on hours ago.

A little kiss in the dark…every director needed some wild moment in their career. Jody was sure this was the tamer of the scandals, plus…you tastes faintly like cherry, smell like expensive vanilla and know how to kiss good. Colt was 2 feet away, not noticing the second hair of heels. The lack of lights hid everything from view, the bunching of fabric and wandering hands, the back and forth of who was leading. In the end, you let Jody and you not have a gap for space between your bodies, curves slotted together like a puzzle.

If you were the person dying in the desert, she was the oasis you stumbled upon, having been searching for so long. And if there was more time…you'd love to see how she'd command you to do more.

Suddenly, you pulled away, as Jody tried to reignite another round of kiss. Your heels started to fade as you ran away, disappearing into the room of darkness. "Wait!" Jody said, panting, trying to collect herself after all of it. Within seconds, the lights were flickered back on. Colt spat his drink back into the glass he had originally gotten for Jody , before smirking and bursting out in laughter.

Pink lipstick stained all over her lips, mixing with the faint red she has chosen, and the pink trailed all up and down her jaw, standing out against her skin. She touched her lips, swollen from all of the kissing, and immediately grabbed the nearest napkins, using her phone a cup of water to try to remove the lipstick all over.

"So-"

"Don't Colt." Jody said, with annoyance.

"But was it-"

"Colt." Jody hissed, blush flooding her cheeks. Colt started laughing again, as she excused herself to the bathroom, trying to fix her hair. She was using her hands in front of the mirror to brush it out before attempting to fix it. When the lights at come back on, no one nearby was in the same state of disarray. You had vanished from view and sight, running off like a lady who only came out when she wanted to.

The bathroom opened and you stepped in. Your mouth was a smudged mess of red and pink mixed together, your hair was tossed and throw over to all stick up on side. Your neck had faint red marks, and your lips were glistening.

"Director Moreno." You whispered.

"Actress L/N." Jody replied, slowly setting down her clutch. Slowly, you reached behind you and locked the door.

Everyone who needed the woman's room could wait, you had a director to…..talk privately to.