Emily Blunt *one shots*

Jealous

You and Emily were both filming movies. You missed her deeply, but you were happy to be back on a film set. You were shooting a horror film where Tom Holland played your love interest. You and Tom had been friends for years so filming was going great.

You were sitting in your trailer with Tom watching youtube videos as he draped an
arm over you shoulder.

You felt yourself start to drift off until a knock on the trailer door jolted you awake.

"Come in!" you shouted, making Tom jump.

Emily entered the trailer with a smile on her face, but it dropped into an expressionless blank stare when she noticed Tom's arm around you. You sat up, making Tom's arm fall and walked over to Emily.

"I missed you, honey." you said, pulling Emily into a kiss, you pushed into her mouth with passion, pressing your tongue along the roof her mouth. You pulled back after a while, still holding her by the waist.

You knew she was jealous, she tended to feel extra possessive when she rarely saw you. You couldn't blame her, but also you were her wife. She shouldn't be jealous of you hanging out with your friends, especially Tom who is also in a stable relationship.

"Uh, Tom can you give us a minute?" Emily asked.

You looked back at Tom, still holding onto Emily's waist and noticed his mouth was practically hanging open. You didn't think about how tense the air in the room was.

He nodded his head and quickly exited the trailer. Emily took your hands and pulled them off her waist, crossing her arms.

"How's filming?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. This was the worst kind of reaction. The way the infliction of her voice was higher sent a shiver down your spine.

"It's going good, I have a scene with Tom in 5 minutes, so I should get going, but I'd love to spend some time with you after." you said hesitantly, internally scared of her.

"Okay, love." she said calmly, bushing your hair behind your ear to kiss your cheek. She seemed to be over it but you knew she truly wasn't.

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The scene you had with Tom was an intimate scene. You have a long passionate kiss in small closet as your characters hide from the killer. You weren't worried about this scene, until your scary British wife showed up.

You looked over to see her standing in the back of the set, sipping her tea. Of course, you thought to yourself as you turned away from her to face Tom so you could focus on the scene.

"Is everything alright?" Tom asked you concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I think so. Just Emily being Emily, that's all." you said nonchalantly, trying not to think about Emily's blue eyes staring daggers into the back of your head.

"And action!" the director shouted.

You and Tom faced each other and he grabbed your face as you kissed him passionately. You felt a pit in your stomach, but you had to keep reminding yourself it was just a job, and Emily knew that too.

After the scene had ended they wrapped for lunch and you went into your trailer, locking the door. Emily eventually knocked, and of course you opened the door for her.

"Great job with the scene." Emily said flatly, taking a seat on the couch in your trailer.

You wanted her to just act normal. You hadn't seen her in weeks and you didn't want to spend time with this toxic version of her.

"How long are you home for?" you asked.

"Two nights, then it's back to work for the last few weeks of filming." she said, nodding her head.

"Well if you're going to be staying at home for a while, why don't you stop acting like such a jealous bitch. I mean seriously why are you acting so insecure!" you replied, your voice getting louder.

This wasn't too out of the norm for you two. You were both fairly argumentative, but you missed her and you couldn't take the dryness of her attitude anymore.

She stood up defensively saying, "What the fuck did you just call me?"

"You heard me sweetheart." you said sweetly, with a fake smile.

"I am not acting 'jealous' thank you very much!"

"Oh please! I saw the look on your face when you saw that Tom had his arm around me, and don't think I didn't see you lurking in the corners with a nasty look on your face as you watched the scene."

She gasped and rolled her eyes, "Well 'sorry' that it's hard for me to watch you be so comfortable with someone else, when I haven't seen you in weeks!" she shouted, tears filling her eyes.

"Oh and you're not comfortable with your costars?! I mean for God's sake Emily, I see how you act with Ryan, and Cillian, and Dwayne, and I don't get jealous!" you yelled, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Emily stormed out of your trailer and you didn't see her until you arrived home that night.

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When you opened the apartment door you saw Emily passed out on the couch, curled up in a fluffy white blanket, with "Dirty Dancing" playing on the TV.

You took a seat next to her head and gently stroked her blonde hair. She made a little noise and her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.

"Hi." she said quietly. Then she seemed to remember your fight from earlier and she sat up immediately, getting up off the couch.

You grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk away, "Emily, don't walk away from me."

"I just don't understand why you don't miss me like how I miss you!" she said through shaky breaths as tears ran down her face.

"Oh, honey." you said, wiping a tear off her cheek, trying to hold onto her but she yanked away from you.

"Don't touch me." she said angrily, but still crying.

"Darling, of course I missed you I never meant to make you upset, please forgive me? I am so sorry for discrediting your feelings." you pleaded.

"I know you have to kiss Tom for work, I get that but I want to be with you, I want you—."

You interrupted her rambling by kissing her soft lips. You backed her up against the wall and kissed down her neck till you got to her collarbone.

"Y/n, I need you." she whispered in a shaky breath.

She pulled your face up, crashing her lips into yours and you picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom.