Emma

from my untitled old hollywood pope fic! search old hollywood pope for more🩶

"She's a sweet thing," Baz drawls, looking over your headshot after you've exited the room. "But I don't think she's right for it. Too new, no leading roles - we can't hand Elizabeth to someone who might not be able to handle it."

"She's the girl," Pope chimes in, for the first time today. "She's Elizabeth."

"You don't normally care about casting, baby," Smurf tries, but Pope is firm. He told you he was going to make you a star, and he always makes good on his promises.

"This one is my fuckin' picture - it's being funded with the payout from the Gambroni job, so I get final say. We're signing her, and giving her Elizabeth."

Baz and Smurf glance at each other warily, obviously slightly perturbed by this change of heart. Pope's never cared about anything to do with the studio before.

"She's got the part. That's it," He repeats, before getting to his feet and leaving without another word. He's hoping to catch you before you make it off the lot.

As he leaves the executive offices, he catches the purple of your skirt turning a corner, and sets off in a run. He calls your name, which he now knows thanks to the audition, and you turn. "You've got the part, sweetheart. Everybody wanted you."

A lie. But what you don't know, won't hurt you. Not when you smile so sweetly at him. "Really? They didn't wanna think it over more?"

"No way - everybody knew you were the gal for the job."

He's a little surprised when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a tight hug. People are usually so scared of him that they wouldn't dare come near. Pope likes that you haven't got that fear.

"Thank you, Mr. Cody."

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Of course, ghost first realized how bad your eating habits are while out getting dinner with you. Yes, dinner, a small payback-maybe-date after he rescued you from your broken down car at 3am.

"Uhm...I'll just have the chicken tenders. From the kids menu, please." You refuse to make eye contact with the waiter or ghost, stomach twisting that none of the more adult options were anything you liked.

You braces for the comments from ghost, having heard plenty from his teammates. Gaz snorting about what he's dubbed "your one vegetable a month" whenever he sees the only sub you eat lettuce with. Soap, too, makes comments about how you should try home-cooked meals instead of your store bought meals. Even price has chuckled about "dessert for lunch again, love?" When literally all you could stomach that week was sweets.

When you doesn't comment, you stubbornly stay staring at your hands "I know it's embarrassing eating with me...sorry."

"Wot? Yer eating, aren't you?" Ghost raises his brow at you, shoveling another giant onion ring into his mouth. "Not my fuckin' issue. If you don't want it, give it to me."

And...really you should have expected this.

Ghost, the man who lived on literal scraps in his childhood, who ate everything he was given because he had no choice. Of course he wouldn't care what you eat, so long as you eat.

"Oh...uhm." You're not sure what to say. You're used to always feeling some level of embarrassment about your diet. "Thank...you."

One dinner turns to two, turns to shared lunches and weekend brunches. You gravitate towards ghost because he doesn't care about your eating habits. If you order something and find it tastes different than expected, ghost will happily devour your dish while you ask about crisps.

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