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       the way in which this man spoke about his daughter and the way his face instantaneously lit up, the continued smile on her lips became almost everlasting. at least for the time being while in his presence aiding to his brawler injury. ‘ i definitely know what that’s like. been there and done that, ’ the blonde replied in regards to how teenage girls act at least a decade older than they actually are. ‘ i thought i was ready for the world around that age. i couldn’t have been more wrong. i’m still not nearly as ready, ’ her vision lowers and she’s watching the movement of her wiggling toes within her white sneakers. as her words play over in her head her toes press into the ground, flexing hard stretches. at sixteen auora had her life planned far too in advance for someone still learning about the ins and outs of the world before her. she knew what her career would be, where she would live, the color of her home’s front door. what she didn’t have a clue about, however, was that that dream would come to a miniature halt when she became with child as she was only a child herself. 

    the nurse is coming out of her own inner thought and comparison to his daughter as he continues to rave about the teenager. he says she’s lucky but auora can already tell that his child is the lucky one. the way he speaks about her and how the way he speaks the words signifies that this man is serious about the love he has for his child. ‘ i don’t know you much but i’d say she’s pretty lucky to have you has her father. ’ his hand remained in between her fingers, gauze pad stained with spotted crimson now on his work trailers’ counter. talking usually calmed herself down while tending to stitch up patients, still, even after doing it for so long. it made the moment more…natural to say the least. it took the edge off while having to stick someone else’s skin with a sewing needle. ‘ no kids. ’ there’s a fib. the first one of their run-in. the needle running through his jagged flesh, tug and pull along the length of his wound before it was time to snip the stitch and close it up. 

     ‘ i guess you could say my job is my kid. it gets all my attention. ’ eyes look up to his face after the wound is completely shut and glowing bright red. ‘ you’re going to need to clean this every few hours. but you probably know the routine, i’m sure. ’ rory’s demeanor a little more hard in the features of her face as the subject of conversation hit directly in the center of her gut yet he would never know that. ‘ my job here is done, uh -mr…? ’ damnit ! had they exchanged names in the beginning? she couldn’t recall. ‘ mr. danger, wasn’t it ? ’ she teased, trying to cause her spirits to uplift and not make this end on a sad awkward note. 

⫸ Her comment about Bianca being lucky, couldn’t help but make the stuntman beam with pride. ‘ I just try to do right by her, that’s all, ’ he shook his head, knowing that he couldn’t give much in this world, but love, well his little one had all of that and then some. The blonde didn’t have to make the comment or try and flatter him in anyway, but he knew that this wasn’t her trying to fan his ass or anything like that. This young woman was genuine, and he had a good eye for people and their motives, he could tell she was sincere.  ⫸ ‘ Ah that’s alright, ’ he continued to smile at her, a soft smile, as if he was tired, ‘ you’re young yet. ’ He hadn’t expected to swap stories about children, he had already figured she wasn’t a mom; too timid to even keep solid eye contact, let alone scold a child. Cliff reckoned she had a deeper story, ( most usually did ) one that he wasn’t opposed to learning, and yet he figured he’d have to go, assumed she wasn’t up for divulging her life to a mere stranger. He understood that, that being something that you had to earn with the older man: Trust.  ⫸ ‘ Yes, ma’am, ’ he nodded, ‘ will do. ’ He knew the drill when it pertained to keeping wounds clean, but he appreciated the concern. Cliff let out a chuckle at the name she had chosen, another shake to his shaggy hair as he finally tossed the dress shirt onto the trailer’s couch. ‘ Mr. Danger, ’ he noted, snagging his t-shirt and tugging it over his head, ‘ that’s not bad at all, Doc. Fitting I’d say. ’ Reaching for the jeans slung on the chair, he made eye contact once again with bright, devastating blue. ‘ Cliff, ’ he corrected, ‘ Cliff Boo.th. ’ He extended one hand while the other gripped solid denim, ‘ it’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Officially I mean. ’ He grinned, ‘ And who might you be. Officially. ’

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kiillerlegs‌:

      the eyes that locked onto her merely doing her job would focus then turn away within the same blink of an eye. it made her wonder exactly why they found her helping him to be all that curious or entertaining. hell, they were in hollywood after all. ‘ i’m sure there’s a lot worse out there, ’ she retorted as she followed the dirty blonde into the secluded trailer; the see of nosy eyes continued their hot path as the duo ventured feet away from the set. now she found herself staring, blue orbs wandering around the space. curiosity sure would kill her if she was a cat. clothes were tossed every which way around the trailer. food left out and she’s sure he probably didn’t what the remains were. rory was stuck in the atmosphere that was all connected to this mysterious man but her own small chuckle interrupted her inner thought because of his humorous comment.

   ‘ you do have a point there. botox is all the rage nowadays. i don’t get it but to each their own. ’ she leaned back against the paneled wall trying not to watch the movements of his fingers work the pathway of buttons down the one side of his lapel. ‘ your list of ISSUES might be bigger than i thought if this doesn’t concern you. ’ quick with words she’s reaching behind her into the depths of her medical bag before taking the backside of his hair fuzzed hand into her palm. ‘ you have a kid, you say ? ’ questioning to make some small talk as she’s dabbing at the gash with a cotton ball to asses the wound more accurately. ‘ she’s a good one trying to make sure her father is kept in line. ’ removing her intense focus from his injury to his face, a soft lipped smile is present. he didn’t seem like a man to be a father but that was her unfortunate prejudgement getting the best of her. aurora wasn’t like, or WELL, she had hoped she wasn’t like those glued eyes outside the trailer. she was better than preconceived assumptions that many created within their own heads about people. ‘ how old is she ? ’ she wasn’t prying or trying to. she was genuinely needy to know more about him and how this career path started. it’s not every day she meets a man who puts his life on the line for movies. even in this town. 

⫸ ‘ Let’s just say a gash this size is not a threat to my safety, ’ he smiled down at the blonde, allowing her to take his hand with an effortless ease. Cliff didn’t get close to anyone, it wasn’t in his nature. Most people were liars and thieves, and the older man didn’t go for anything like that; that’s how fights start, in his opinion. The stuntman also was a firm believer that most people never change, they just find new ways to pull the wool over your eyes. Call him a pessimist, but he was more of a realist than anything else. That being said, he didn’t mind talking to this young woman, not one bit. She seemed easy in the way she spoke, like she had all day to be there for help, and she didn’t flinch at the sight of blood; another bonus when it came to making friends.  ⫸ ‘ She’s the best, ’ he couldn’t help but grin when he began talking about his teenage daughter. She was the best thing he’d ever done in this life, and although she deserved better than him as a father, Cliff made sure that Bianca knew she was loved more than anything, everyday. ‘ She’s 14, goin’ on 25, ya know the whole bit, ’ he shook his head, ‘ smarter than a whip and a good head on her shoulders too. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I did. ’  ⫸ ‘ You got kids, doc? ’ he questioned, cocking his head to the side, eyes traveling from her beginning to patch up the wound, back to her light colored spheres. She looked to be no more than 30, but he also knew that mom’s were getting younger and younger by the day. He didn’t know why he asked, or why he cared to know more about this mystery woman, but he did all the same. 

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                   ‘You’re too pretty to be a stuntman.’

Independent Cliff Booth. Scripted by Ang. AU & OC friendly. Canon Divergent. Multi Verse. Selective & Semi-Private. 18+ ONLY. 

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kiillerlegs·:

     his mitt held by fingers from both her own hands, eyes examining the damage of two men attempting to out punch and stand tall in sheer male dominance. aurora rolled her eyes at the exhibition, wondering why men found it necessary to try and find out whose balls outweighed the others. then again, women did the same thing but with words instead of blowing fists. the wound was fresh, just created yet somehow there were markings of tried crimson staining his inner palm. the nurse wasn’t about to make assumptions but she was almost too certain that he continued to deliver pain to his opposing co-worker. the connection between the stunt-man and the defeated was up in the air. the question looming through the hollywood set’s atmosphere but either way, the dirty blonde probably had a reason. justifiable or not, there was probably a reason. 

      through her train of thought, her smile never peeled from her lips. it was nerves, and their ability to twist and turn like a wretched knife in her gut in situations that made her uncomfortable. not that blood or injuries made her uneasy because they don’t. that’s her job after all. but it was in the way every eye surrounding her from the movie stars to staff on set felt like they were glued to the back of her head, her cheeks, her eyes, her every goddamn breath and movement. ‘ didn’t people’s mothers teach them that staring isn’t nice. ’ the blonde mumbled as she bent her vision down, eyeing his wound. ANYWAY. eyes glanced upwards to his face. so serious yet soft… ‘ i think someone who is certified should do this but then again, ’ she paused eyeing his face once more, actually noticing the age creeping onto his features. scaring dabbed over his skin, a rough patch of heeled skin here and there. perhaps it comes with the territory of his career choice. ‘ you might have more qualifications than i do. ’

*:･ﾟ✧   — @STUNTMAN-BOOTH  ⁽ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜˡᶤᶠᶠ ⁾ // 🏥

⫸ She had stared at his palm as if she could read his entire life right then and there, like a fortune teller about to let him know that all of his luck had officially run out. The tender way in which she held his hand however, was something that caught the aging stuntman by surprise. She was gentle in ways that he had long since forgotten a human to be; other than that of his daughter, the kindest person in this entire world. Bianca would find this whole situation humorous, he figured, her dad always trying to take care of himself, when there were others that might be a tad more savvy in that department. Cliff had been alone a long time now, however, taking care of matters that he refused to let his little one worry her pretty head about; besides, keeping the cool demeanor afforded him the luxury of not having to communicate more than he’d like to. Most people around him either thought he was brain damaged from all the carnage he’d been put through over the years, or they were afraid that underneath that solid, confident exterior, that he would snap and eliminate every soul that came into his path. The blonde didn’t really care either way, as long as people stayed out of his way and his business, everything would be more than kosher.  ⫸ ‘ They’re probably lookin’ because you’re talking to me, ’ he cocked his head to the side, as he reached for the trailer’s door handle. ‘ I don’t know if you’ve caught on right yet, but I’m not the most desirable guy around these parts. ’ Cliff couldn’t help but to smirk, as if he truly cared what these people thought about him. He was here for a paycheck, nothing more and nothing less, and if they couldn’t provide that, well then it was time to walk on. ‘ Don’t take it too personal, doc, ’ he made complete eye contact with the beautiful stranger, ‘ they might also be trying to see what parts of you are fake and what’s real. Ya know out here most people don’t own any flesh that actually belongs to ‘em. ’ He wanted to see her smile, the comment meant to induce a laugh, he desired (for a reason he could not quite figure out at the moment) to see her uneven teeth just one more time, to see someone that wasn’t afraid to embrace who they were in this type of setting.  ⫸ ‘ Sweetheart, you have no idea just how qualified I am, ’ he chuckled, daring to begin to unbutton the dress shirt that he sported for the movie shoot, that he was no longer a part of. ‘ This is the smallest of my issues, ’ he noted, raising his bloody hand up to the young woman, ‘ but if ya really want to bandage it up, I’ve got about five minutes to spare after I change clothes. It might actually be good if ya do, to be honest, because I’m headed to go pick up my kid, and she’ll gimme a good talkin’ too if I don’t let you take care of this proper. ’

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nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

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roberosoto2‌:

Brad Pitt

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People acting all offended by this movie....EVERY Tarantino movie is OFFENSIVE! You need to realize that going into it, and just be prepared. Besides, visually the movie was gorgeous &&& Brad & Leo were AMAZING. -shrugs- Don’t fucking @ me. 

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“That cut is nasty, you’re going to need stitches.” // kiilerlegs: twerkqueen

⫸ Looking down at his hand, Cliff wanted to laugh. The little chinaman had it in him after all, leaving a long line cut down the center of his palm. The gash seemed deep and angry, the blood flowing at a rapid rate, beginning to run down his wrist and forearm. ‘ Ain’t got time for that, I’m afraid, ’ He shrugged, glancing up for the first time to make eye contact with the pale nurse. Her eyes were piercing blue, like an ocean that had yet to be charted and mapped out. Her lips parted to reveal a set of uneven teeth, and yet her smile was absolutely endearing. Had something been humorous? Or did she just chuckle at uncomfortable situations? It didn’t matter much to the stuntman, he was awfully glad that he was able to see such imperfection; the world around them was too full of fake appearances. ⫸ ‘ I mean if ya wanna grab your needle and thread, I’ll make sure this gets sown right up, but I gotta go, ’ he began unbuttoning the vest that had been given to him from wardrobe, heading over to the RV where his street clothes had been thrown. 

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

��Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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* wordless prompts

send a word for our muses to interact! specify who does what.

hands – muse a takes muse b by the hand

chamomile – muse a falls asleep on muse b

lesson – muse a teaches muse b something

blaze – muse a feels muse b’s forehead

fix – muse a adjusts a piece of muse b’s clothing

help – muse a props up muse b’s head to give them water / food / medicine

firefly – muse a checks on muse b in the middle of the night

jacket – muse a gives muse b their jacket

stop – muse a holds muse b back during a moment of tension

cradle – muse a pulls muse b’s head into their lap

bed – muse a makes muse b lie down

hurt – muse a takes care of muse b’s wounds

flee – muse a breaks out of muse b’s arms mid - hug

dream – muse a comforts muse b after a nightmare

shield – muse a shields muse b from danger

picasso – muse a draws with muse b

nuzzle – muse a rests their chin on top of muse b’s head

piggyback – muse a gives muse b a piggyback ride

lift – muse a lifts muse b over their shoulder

hug – muse a embraces muse b

infirmary – muse a wakes up in the hospital and finds muse b at their bedside

visit – muse a visits muse b in the hospital

shine – muse a makes muse b laugh

food – muse a and muse b share a meal

light – muse a flickers the lights to get muse b’s attention

nudge – muse a nudges muse b

digits – muse a texts muse b

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                   ‘You’re too pretty to be a stuntman.’

Independent Cliff Booth. Scripted by Ang. AU & OC friendly. Canon Divergent. Multi Verse. Selective & Semi-Private. 18+ ONLY. 

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