𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 | cillian murphy

𝐢𝐢. sweet as fucking pie

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The next time Cillian saw Kat was at the first table read in January.

And she was late, as usual.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She said, bursting through the door as a ball of golden blonde hair and a brown coat, her script held close to her chest. "My plane got delayed and there was no reception-"

"Woah Nellie." Chris said, holding her by the shoulders as she caught her breath. "It's all good, we looked up your flight and we knew you'd be late. We're about to start."

"Thank God." Kat groaned as she popped up on her feet and waved over Chris' shoulder. "Hi! I'm Kat, I'm the communist!"

At that, they heard a chuckle from Robert Downey Jr who sat on the other side of the table with his feet propped up on the table and his arms crossed over his chest

"I like this girl." He said with a grin before waving back just as animatedly at her. "Hey sunshine, I'm Robert."

"Nice to meet you, Ironman." Kat said, winking at him as she took her seat where it was labeled with her name and turning the brunette woman and holding out a hand. "And you must be Emily Blunt, you are gorgeous."

"So are you!" Emily said with an amused smile, shaking her hand. "It's going to be hard being mad at you for sleeping with my husband if you're this nice all the time."

"That's the goal." She said, resting her head on her hand as her eyes fell on Cillian. "There you are, Cillian, blending into the shadows as per."

"Nice to see you again too, Kitty." Cillian said with a small smile as he leaned back into his chair and Robert snapped up in mock shock.

"He smiled! He can smile! Matt did you see that!" He said, clicking his fingers as he pointed at the Irish actor who rolled his eyes. "That's the first emotion I've seen from him... maybe ever."

"Kat has that effect on people." Chris said, sliding into his seat beside Cillian across from Kat. "So, shall we get started?"

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The place they were staying for California wasn't half bad. They wouldn't be there often with all the filming so it wasn't particularly pricy but they had a bed and bathroom each which was enough.

Cillian was unable to sleep, however, his mind racing with his lines as the first day of filming would be the next day. Every moment since he arrived on set, had him delving further and further into a type of inferiority complex. How would he be able to play Oppenheimer? A lead like this would be tough on anyone but... Cillian felt like it was already over.

But before he could delve further into his self hatred, there was a soft knock on his door.

"Hi." Kat said as he opened his hotel room door. "I wanted to give you this, you looked stressed earlier and my dad always says these help."

She shoved a plastic carton of chocolate chip cookies into his hands and he could feel through he packaging that they were fresh. Still warm and gooey even in through the plastic.

"I didn't know about allergies or anything so you don't have to-" Kat began but Cillian stopped her.

"They're perfect, thank you Kitty." He said with a small tired smile and she returned the look. "Did you just make these?"

"Yup!" She said happily. "I convinced the cook downstairs to let me into the kitchen but it looked a lot like no one cooks anything in there so maybe... we don't eat here k?"