Delicate - Emily Blunt x Reader

2 - State of Grace

"We fall in love 'til hurts or bleeds or fades in time."
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You meet Emily in the dressing room after the scene to help her get ready for the next before lunch. She kicks off her high heels and collapses into the chair in front of the vanity.

"Are you alright?" You ask her, awkwardly standing by the door.

"Yes, sorry," Emily straightens herself, "We should probably get ready for the next scene. I have a quick lunch today, so I won't have much time after."

She stands up and takes off her blazer and white button-up, replacing them with a loose dark grey v-neck t-shirt. You offer to take the old clothes and hang them on the rack on the opposite wall.

"Get me out of this?" Emily asks you, turning around and lifting up her t-shirt so that you can unzip her skirt. She slips into a pair of white and blue checkered pajama pants and mutters a shy, "Thank you."

Emily sits back down in the chair. You crouch down in front of her and begin to wipe off the bold red lipstick, trying to be as gentle as possible. You then move to her eyes, cupping her cheek with your free hand.

Once her face is clear of makeup, you stand up and grab a spray bottle and brush to work on her hair. You soak her blonde locks just enough to get it the effect that she just got out of the shower. Her hair naturally waves with the water.

Emily's eyes are closed as you brush through her hair, appearing relaxed for the first time today. "Tell me, Y/N, what's your story?"

And you tell her. How you moved away from your family and your small hometown to pursue a career as an actress and, when that didn't work out, became a makeup and hair assistant. You tell her how much you love movies, but mostly the characters. A character can make or break a movie. And an actor can make or break a character.

That's why you love Emily, because she has the ability to make any character seem real. You have never seen a bad character played by Emily Blunt. But you don't tell her this part. You don't tell anyone this part.

Because, as close as you are to her now, your celebrity crush will never become anything more than that. You'll continue to fan girl over her like every other girl. You're just lucky enough to be able to do her makeup.

"So you gave up on acting?" Emily asks you, seemingly interested in every word you have to say.

"Well, yeah," you shrug, embarrassed to have shared your lame life story with someone whose life is everything you could ever dream for. "I never really had a shot anyway."

"Sure, you did!" Emily replies confidently. "I bet you're better than you're giving yourself credit for."

"But I'm not you," you say, setting the brush on the counter in front of Emily.

"Why would you want to be?"

You look down at your feet, digging your toe into the ground. "Just forget it. I shouldn't have said anything."

Emily nods and stands up. On her way out of the dressing room, she stops in front of you and takes your shoulders in her hands. "Listen, Y/N, you should never dream of being someone else. You're you, and that's one of the most beautiful things in the world."

And five minutes later, you're back out on set watching Emily Blunt make out with Nolan Eldridge.

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"And I never saw you coming. And I'll never be the same."