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charlie-lec-stories · 6 months

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McLaren Detectives Department // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: One day Max is totally furious with Y/N and Charles' relationship and the next he's completely fine with it, Lando is not buying it.

Warnings: Suggestive talk, Lando and Oscar rambling on conspiracy theories, Oscar being the annoying little brother, Lando being unable to mind his own business.

Author’s Note: This one is quite funny, I hope you guys like it as much as I do. Rate: +16

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Lando Norris was a simple man, he grew up with the commodities and luxuries of an upper class boy and had never in his life took a bus, but you could take away all of his privilege and he could manage to survive. He could adapt, change his ways, work his way back to the top of the chain again, whatever it took. As long as he could interact with other people on a daily basis he didn't care what happened in his life, because he was fueled by one thing and one thing only: Gossip. Nothing in this life moved Lando more than gossip, he was a sucker for it and when he was paired with Oscar Piastri in McLaren, he found someone as unable to mind his own business as himself. They could spend hours just gossiping, about their friends, other drivers, celebrities, their families, whoever lived on Earth, they always had something to chat about. And their favourite part was drama. They loved it when some scandalous situation reached their ears and they'd spend the rest of the week talking about it and trying to keep up with the updates. The rest of the people who worked with them knew they were like that and more than once they would fake drama just to watch them ramble to each other about it for days. Their capability to gossip was the main entertainment of the garage.

Of course, when Y/N, Max Verstappen's best friend, and Charles Leclerc, Max's rival, started dating, it was the biggest drama the paddock had seen in years. Max and Charles going at each other's throats every weekend was like "Keeping up with the Kardashians" for Lando and Oscar. They would try to use any chance they got to listen to the arguments and comebacks the Ferrari and Red Bull drivers would throw at the other. Lando was close with Max, while Oscar was close with Charles and Y/N, which also meant that they would usually get more information from them, making their gossip sessions even more interesting. Lando loved to hear Max complain over and over again about Charles, telling him how much of a prick the monegasque was and constantly wondering what Y/N ever saw in him. Oscar and Y/N loved ice-cream, and they would go out for it pretty often, there, she sometimes talked about how worried she was about Max and Charles fighting all the time and Oscar did what he could to help her out. On the other hand, when Oscar and Charles went to play pool on Mondays, the Australian gladly listened to his friend complain about Max and his possessiveness over his girlfriend, getting a little possessive himself. All of this made Lando and Oscar fans number one of the Max-Y/N-Charles drama developing in the paddock.

The whole season, they watched the progress of motorsports' favourite couple. From Charles flirting with Y/N at the Mercedes garage, to the last race where Y/N hugged and comforted a defeated Charles who had just lost the championship. The McLaren boys witnessed the couple's hard launch on Instagram during summer break, with a scandalous picture of them kissing on Charles' yacht, Y/N sitting on his lap and Charles shamelessly grabbing at her ass. They had a feast with the fans' reaction to the picture and they had even more fun watching Max's live, while the three of them were together grabbing a beer. The dutchman's ears going red and his eyes hyper-focused on the screen of his phone, so angry that Lando was sure some smoke could go out of his head. They also had the pleasure to watch Max call Charles "stupid" on open TV, with millions watching, followed by the FIA's response to that and Max's public, and notoriously forced, apology. They were both aware that Y/N and Charles' relationship was the thing that Max despised the most on this world. He could spend weeks rambling about why the two should break up and how terrible of a combination they were.

It was suspicious, to say the least, when the first race of the next season, Max entered the paddock along with the couple, chatting amicably and even laughing a bit. Lando and Oscar stared at the sight of the three drivers skeptically, how come they were all friends now? What crucial episode of the telenovela did they miss? Something was off. They watched as Y/N and Charles walked holding hands towards the Mercedes garage, Max chatting excitedly with his best friend not even caring about her relationship anymore. At the entrance of the german team, Charles kissed his girlfriend goodbye and Max gave her a friendly peck on the cheek, then the girl went into the garage and the two guys walked to their own garages, talking lively just the two of them all the way. The whole day, the tree of them crossed paths and exchanged some words with big grins and happy auras, all of the previous tension completely dissipated.

"I don't get it, mate. They hated each other three months ago!". Lando said to Oscar while they were chatting in Oscar's driver's room. "I just can't get it".

"Maybe they talked?". Oscar suggested.

"Nah". Lando dismissed his idea with a flip of his hand. Oscar threw a little papaya ball at him, Lando caught it and threw it back. "I met with Max plenty of times during the off season, he would had told me".

"True". The other agreed and passed the ball again. "I also met with Y/N and Charles, went to their house for dinner a lot at the beginning of the year. They would've said something".

"Maybe it's a PR thing". Lando wondered as he played with the ball before passing it back. "Like, maybe they were scolded so bad for their behavior that now they have to act like they like each other to clean up their public images".

"That actually makes sense, I mean, Max did call Charles stupid on TV". Oscar chuckled and threw the ball back at Lando. "Amazing, mate. Sometimes, you do speak some sense".

"You're so funny". Lando threw the ball harder at Oscar, hitting him on the chest as a response to the other's teasing. Oscar let a huff out at the impact and then laughed a bit, satisfied with the annoyed reaction he got from Lando.

With the resolve to find out what made the other three change their act so drastically, Lando and Oscar started trying to gather some information. They spoke with other drivers, people from Mercedes, Ferrari and Red Bull, friends they all had in common, even Charles' brothers and Y/N mentor, Lewis Hamilton. Little by little, they both discovered that no one knew anything about Charles and Max putting their differences aside and were as shocked as them to see them hanging out in the paddock. Lewis asked Y/N about it and she told him that nothing happened and that everything was like always, which was obviously a lie, but he didn't want to pressure her on the matter. Lando and Oscar spent four race weekends melting their brains trying to work out what happened. Lando had enough. Everything was the same? He wasn't buying that. He walked to Max and asked directly. The dutchman was as direct with his answer: "I still want to jump his throat. I'm just being civil about it".

"Is that what he said?". Oscar asked and Lando just nodded his head while he bit his apple.

"He said that and then walked away. He didn't even give me time to ask more". Oscar played with the papaya ball, that seemed to be his new favourite toy.

"That's weird".

"I agree, if there's something Max isn't, is civil". Lando added with his mouth full. They were frustrated, they had even more questions than before.

Over time, Lando kept trying to extract more information from Max, but all he got were answers like "I have a lot of self control, that's all", "Just trying hard to do the right thing", "I'm trying to make him trust me a little more", "Just want to be close to Y/N again", and things like that. But there was a conversation that put Oscar and Lando on edge. They were discussing the Qualifying session, one where Max got pole and was closely followed by Y/N, Lando on third place. Y/N was explaining that she didn't like the circuit, she felt like every lap she was learning new information and she just could never feel like she was familiar with it. That led to talking about perceptions and how other things like lights and unnecessary noises could divert your attention from what's right in front of you. "Sometimes you need someone to remove everything you don't need so you can finally see clearly". Max said and he placed his hand on her hip, squeezing it lightly. Lando noticed the motion instantly. Max's eyes went from Y/N to behind her and the brit followed his gaze, landing on Charles, who was talking with George Russell and Alex Albon. The comment, the possessive squeeze, the way he so intensely looked at Y/N and then Charles, Lando felt a chill down his spine. Not a good one.

"You're crazy, mate. You finally lost it". Oscar said as he shook his head, shutting down the possibility right there and then.

"Think about it!". Lando paced back and forth on the little room, running his fingers through his hair. "He wants to get close to her again? Someone has to remove the things she doesn't need so she can see clearly? He believes that he's doing good at self control?". Oscar replayed the phrases inside his head. They did look suspicious.

"He still wants to jump Charles' throat...". Lando stopped on his tracks at Oscar's addition.

"We need to do something". There was this weight on their shoulders now that they finally understood Max's intentions. "Max is a great lad, we can't let him turn into a...". Lando struggled with the word, so he whispered it. "A killer".

They both agreed on that, they couldn't let Max go on with his plan of eliminating Charles. They liked them both, they weren't losing their friends just because they couldn't see eye to eye about their relationship with Y/N. They took turns to follow Max around, the only free time being when they had to focus on their jobs. They knew that Max wasn't killing Charles in the paddock, with so many possible witnesses. Every night, they both followed Max to his room and stayed there, hiding in a corner of the hotel hallway for an hour, making sure he wasn't coming out. Oscar even went to the extent of suggesting Charles getting bodyguards, when the other asked why, Oscar just ran away, leaving Charles extremely confused. Every chance they got, they did what they could to keep Max away from Charles, which was kind of hard since the dutchman was constantly following the couple around and trying to chat with them. Lando ended up running out of excuses to pull Max away and they understood that they had to do something about the situation.

One particular night, they followed Max to his room as always, but after 45 minutes, they saw him go out again. He wasn't wearing his usual Red Bull attire, instead, he wore black clothes, sunglasses and a cap, the hood of the hoodie covering his head. If they didn't know better, they would have never guessed it was Max. He went straight to the stairs and they followed him quietly, already suspecting where he was going. Oscar stopped to grab two brooms from a service room and Lando frowned at him. "We may need weapons", was what the Aussie said and Lando took one while scoffing. They hid at the stairs, watching Max stop on front of Charles' room. For insurance matters, Y/N stayed at another hotel, with the Mercedes crew, so Charles was most surely alone in the room, it was the perfect opportunity to kill him. First time in the season Red Bull and Ferrari stayed at the same hotel. Max looked around and opened the door as quietly as possible, walking in and shutting the door behind him.

"We need to go in, now!". Oscar said and tried to run off to the door, Lando grabbed him and pulled him back behind him.

"We need a plan. Let me think". Was he actually ready to stop his friend from killing another of his friends? He had never physically fought anyone, could he really stop a murder?

"Fuck a plan, we have to save Charles!". Oscar ran again and this time Lando followed him. They stopped at the door. There was music playing inside and they could faintly hear Charles' voice.

"No, Max, wait. Wait!". That was it, they were barging in.

"No, Max! DON'T DO IT, DON'T KILL HIM". Oscar screamed as they ran into the room with their brooms up, ready to attack. What they didn't expect was finding Max on his knees, in front of Charles, trying to undo the button of his jeans. "Oh... OOOH!".

"Putain de merde!". (Holy shit!). Charles cursed as he pushed Max's hands away from his body and backed away. Max fell backwards. Lando covered Oscar's eyes, they dropped the brooms. For a second, the room fell silent.

"Kill him?". Max asked, confused.

"I think we misread the situation...". Lando added, then, he thought about Y/N. "I can't believe you could do something like this to Y/N". He sneered.

"Are they decent?". Oscar asked, his eyes still covered. Lando removed his hand.

"It's not what you think-". Max started, but Lando cut him off.

"Oh, sure, you were just checking if the zipper of his jeans worked fine, weren't ya?". Oscar shook his head slowly, backing Lando up on his disappointment.

"Don't give me that look, you two barged in with brooms asking me not to kill Charles". Max said. "Sucking him off is way better than killing him". Lando saw Oscar make a face, like he was actually considering Max's point, he elbowed the younger driver and made him go back to his disappointed posture.

"We promise, it's not what you think". As Charles was saying that, the bathroom door opened, Y/N walking out with a blue and red lingerie set. She opened her eyes wide when she spotted to kids that weren't supposed to be there. Lando covered Oscar's eyes, again.

"Okay, I'll give it to you. It definitely wasn't what we thought". Y/N was still there, shocked. "Please, get dressed, there's a baby in the room".

"It's me, I'm the baby". Oscar added, his hands coming up over Lando's to make sure he didn't see anything. Charles ran to Y/N and covered her with his Ferrari hoodie that was close to the bathroom. Lando lowered his hand and Oscar opened on of his eyes to peek if it was safe, he then opened the other one.

"We fixed our problem". Max explained.

"We can see that". The brit stressed.

"We're uhm... all together?". Lando and Oscar looked at Charles when he added his comment. "We've been... you know".

"Fucking?".

"Among other things". Y/N corrected Lando. The two McLaren boys just nodded, synchronized. "We're happy like this, all together. We'd appreciate it a lot if you could keep the secret for us". Lando and Oscar smiled and nodded again.

"Of course, we will". They grabbed their brooms and got ready to leave. "We'll leave you to it".

"Thanks". Max said, the two were going out when he called them again. "And guys...". They turned around to look at him. "Don't play detective again. Do us a favor and buy yourselves a board game".

"Copy that". Oscar gave them a military salute and Lando just smiled. Outside, they both ran back down the stairs as fast as they could, giggling like teenagers. On the street, they kept laughing uncontrollably, walking back the three blocks to their own hotel.

"Mate, we're not gossiping anymore". Lando said, knowing pretty well that they will keep doing it.

"Deal". The rest of the way they just kept laughing and then, at the hotel, they went to their respective rooms, calling it a night. While lying in bed, Lando just couldn't sleep, repeating the night in his mind and giggling, there were a lot of sexual jokes and remarks he needed to let out. He went to grab his phone to text Oscar, ready to gossip again, when it vibrated on his hand. Lando laughed out laud at the message:

Oscar: "Can you top when there are two other people?".

Lando: "Dunno mate, but's gonna be a hell of a challenge to guess the bottom".

Oscar: "Challenge accepted".

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Well this one is a lot of fun! I thought Lando and Oscar were perfect for this one. Thank you for reading!

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adventuringblind · 9 months

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Oscar the Matchmaker: Part Two

Oscar Jack Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: series

Summary: Oscar struggles with the aftermath of Alpine and a rough start of the season

Warnings: Toxic work place

Notes: I’m using alpine drama as a plot point. Also they call Oscar Jack because lord it’s such a cute nickname he has.

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The fact that two rookies are enjoying the luxury that comes with being a world champion is completely ridiculous.

Max loves to spoil them. Mainly because is makes them shy as they try to turn down his offers. He’s stubborn though and usually gives them no other choice but to relent.

Now he’s spoiling them with sleep. They all love sleep. All the time. It’s one of their favorite activities.

Max however, is not sleeping, just resting. His mind moving but his body remains stationary.

Oscar shoots out of the bed faster then Max can register. The Aussie is practically silent as he does it.

The Dutch is quick to follow him. Gently kissing the forehead of the girl still asleep before leaving the room.

Oscar is pacing back and forth, his hands tugging at his hair. He looks to Max as if he’s trying to seem productive and yet not getting anywhere simultaneously.

“Jack?”

He jumps at the sound of Max’s voice. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I was already awake, just to lazy to move.” Max drags him over to the couch. “Wanna talk about what’s going on in your head?” If there is one thing Max has learned about the Australian, it’s that he’s calm and collected outside and a whirl whine on the inside.

“I just panicked. It’s Tuesday.” He sighs.

A sleepy eyed female walks into the room and drapes herself over them. The two males practically use her as a blanket. “Tuesdays are Alpine meeting days.” Her voice may be sleepy, but the venom in her voice doesn’t go unheard. Max threads his fingers through her hair that is splayed messily across his lap.

"So muscle memory?" Asks the confused Dutch.

Oscar starts fumbling around with his words. "Well - no, it's just that- Alpine weren't the best to me, I guess." His fingers find his hair and run the back if his neck raw.

The confusion turns into concern as Max goes wide-eyed. He knows all the drama that happened. There were countless nights on the phone with Daniel about it. That was Max's first impression of the rookie. The fact he apologized to Daniel for taking his spot and being a hindrance to him.

"He'd gotten in trouble for over sleeping once, and it was absolutely hell. I had half a mind to report them to the FIA." The girl on their lap is flushing with frustration now, her knuckles turning white from her fist tightening around nothing.

Max could see the memories flooding the Australians eyes. He leans over to him and kisses the top of his head. "It makes sense now why you avoid them like the plague."

"They are the plague."

The witty comments sometimes shock the two. The girl is usually quiet around people she doesn't know and is kind for the most part. However, she's also protective.

Max and Oscar chuckle at her antics. Watching her carefully drift in and out of sleep.

The next race weekend, they walk in together. It's not uncommon since her and Oscare are practically attached at the hip, but Max is new. They just tell people it's a coincidence.

Oscar has always walked her to her garage. Currently, it's towards the end of the paddock. Meaning they have to pass Alpine to get to it.

Max takes not of how Oscar refuses to look anywhere but the ground. He can't see the female since she's on the other side of Oscar, but he can hear her seething.

The Australian visibly relaxs when they are past.

It sucks saying goodbye to her. They woke up this morning, and it felt perfect. The morning rays leak through the window, limbs tangled up in each other. None of them wanted to get up or leave.

Now, the first had gone off to work, and Max and Oscar were left to walk back down.

Max makes it a point to walk on the side closest to the hospitality entries. He doesn't say anything as they near the door. Some of the guys in charge meandering around right outside.

"I know what you're doing." Says the Australian.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Max looks at him and winks. Somehow, the action calmed Oscar's overreacting brain.

Max waved off Oscar as he jogged to catch up with Lando. The Brit shot him a few confused glances. The ones that said he has questions.

Lando may he an idiot, but he's not as oblivious as everyone thinks he is.

Max leaves that for another day.

She knew something was off with the Austr as soon as he entered the room. They're all exhausted from the race, but he was completely void of life.

There's no goofy smiles or sarcastic jokes. Just Oscar, sitting on the bed staring at the wall. She can see him processing something. Whatever it is, it can't be good.

She looks at Max. The Dutch just stares at her with confusion. She'd learned that his upbringing made him mildly clueless when it came to dealing with emotion.

With that in mind, she sets off to Oscar's side. She sits down next to him and takes his hand in her own. "Jack, you gotta talk to us." She signals Max with her eyes to sit on the other side of him. Good thing she's not clueless or they would be in trouble.

"It's stupid drama stuff."

"It's not stupid if it's making you upset." She puncuates with a kiss on his cheek.

"Stupid Alpine and their stupid comments. Apparently, I am not the most expensive but terrible rookie to ever be signed." He sighs. They can hear how he tries to pass it off, but they both know he's lying.

"Lies and slander. You're the best rookie this season. You're driving a tractor right now for fucks sake." Max says.

"Logically, I know that. Emotionally, I don't."

"And you're not required to know that yet, technically speaking." She counters, causing the Australian to roll his eyes.

Max chuckles to himself. “I could crash my car into their garage if you really want me too.”

“As funny as that sounds, I would rather you win if neither of us can even get close.”

“…at least you two are consistently in the points!”

Tuesday again. They all lay asleep in bed together. Max opens his eyes for a moment and catches the females gaze.

She places a finger over her lips and points at Oscar. The Australian breathing evenly, sound asleep.

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lovableapocalypse · 1 year

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the 1

bassist!remus x fem!reader

wc- 800 ish

warnings- swearing, alcohol, fluff?

a/n- watching the oscars inspired me to write an award show fic lol. also i chose the brits bc theyre british idek. another thing ik this picture is alexa chung but i just want to preface reader has no description except blushing and i do not picture her in any way specific i just liked this picture. lastly ive been so unmotivated to write so i tried tonight but ive been hating everything i write so the longer chapter im working on is taking awhile but its coming. im like 2k deep and not even halfway into the plot lol. anyway love u all.

The champagne you had been consuming tonight brought a heavy flush to your skin. The round table you all were surrounding was decorated elegantly and littered with drinks. Your head was perched in your fist and a look of awe was evident on your features. This was the boy's second year attending the Brits but it still ceased to amaze you.

It was easy to forget they were a largely appreciated group now and these luxury events were a part of that. You were more dressed up than you think you’d ever been. Remus had wrapped his arms around you from behind when you were putting the finishing touches on, meeting your gaze in the mirror. He looked more than attractive in his simple black suit and his lips pressed to your neck, “You look beautiful.” Your face lit up at his words and your heart melted even at his most simple compliments.

You, the band, and the team’s managers were all watching the current artist perform on stage and Remus had his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders. They were nominated in the next category and you could tell the boys were tense. You moved to sit up straight and glanced at Remus. He caught your gaze and warmly smiled at you. You returned the gesture and leaned into him.

“Even if you don’t win, I’ll still love you.”

He laughed, “Good to know.”

You smiled against him and rested your hand on his thigh, squeezing. The artist on stage finished and the room felt crowded with anticipation for the next award- Best Group. The band was up against some impressive names, but they’d put in the hard work and you believed they deserved to win.

You could feel Remus’ hold on you grow intense as the announcers walked on stage. Your heart was racing and you could hardly retain what they were saying, catching certain words as your mind fluttered. Impressive. Best. Wonderful. Praise was floating around the room as short descriptions of the nominated bands played for the audience.

When the last clip played, a cute montage of the boys sitting around you, and the woman on stage reached for the envelope, you held your breath. Remus grabbed your hand, squeezing it in his fist. You returned the gesture and glanced at the boys around you. James and Sirius leaned close to one another, Lily clutching James’ hand nearby. Peter was resting his face on his palm, their manager clutching his back.

The boy’s had been invited to the ceremony last year under the Best New Band/Music category, but with only an EP out they hadn’t expected anything. And while their wins were unsuccessful, the experience itself had been amazing.

This year the boys had produced a number one album and had been traveling all over the UK for shows. They had been dreaming of this moment, but were too scared to admit they might win- or lose.

Your fingers were aching and time slowed as you anticipated the reveal. Your breath held still, you swore you heard wrong when both announcers shouted, “The Marauders!!!”

You gasped and reached for Remus as he sprouted out of his seat. You followed and he pulled you into him, smashing his lips against yours. You laughed and returned the gesture. Breaking away, you shared a yell of excitement and he squeezed your arms tightly. You both turned to the table, celebrating quickly as they moved towards the stage.

Everyone’s smile was bright and unbelieving. You hugged Lily close as they greeted the announcers and moved to the mic. Sirius, the frontman he was, grabbed the award and lifted it up in appreciation. You cheered along with everyone and watched as he glanced at his bandmates in shock.

“Fuck. Wow. Thank you.” He laughed.

James threw his arms around Remus and Peter behind Sirius and they all grinned like madmen. Your hands moved over your face in shock, unbelievably proud of your boys and how far they’ve come. Sirius thanked their fans and the other bands nominated and finished with a group hug with his best mates.

They shuffled off the stage and came back over in an adrenaline induced state. You hugged James, Peter, and lastly Sirius who held you close and whispered his love to you. Remus approached you again with a beautiful, bashful smile on his face. He kissed you sweetly and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

When you sat back down you barely paid any attention to the ceremony and you took turns holding the award and admiring it.

Remus pulled you close to his side again and moved his hand to your exposed thigh. He gently slid his hand up, whispering, “I just want to go home now and celebrate.” You subtly bit your lip, “Hmm. That sounds nice. Can’t believe I get to go home with a real rock star.” He laughed at the nickname and kissed your lips, muttering an ‘I love you’ under his breath.

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boredzillenial · 1 month

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Hiii i have been loving how you write for Oscar Isaac’s characters so much especially with the King John one 😩. Anyways, can I request a blurb of Orestes from Agora with anything Valentine’s Day related? You can do it with another character if you haven’t watched Agora yet, I’m completely fine with anything you will put ^^

Hi Anon! I gave this my best crack so let’s see! No smut this go around just a writing exercise ☺️

My Dove

Orestes hears of a Saint that may span the hostility between him and his new bride.

Themes: just Orestes trying to win her over, and failing to keep himself from simping

Word count: (idk it’s short lol)

A.N: historical and movie reference mistakes abound — just for funsies don’t take this seriously lol

“A Saint?” Orestes questioned “Valentine?” He tasted the name, finding it strange on his tongue. “And what did he do exactly?”

Orestes’ advisor shrugged as he picked over the arrangement of fruits on the table, “died for something or another. You know how these Christians get, will celebrate anyone who dies for ‘em.” He grumbled as he tossed a scroll on the table only to snatch a cluster of grapes. “Heard the ladies say something about it being romantic though.” His wicked teasing grin grated against Orestes’ nerves.

“Christian’s and romance huh?” Orestes returned his advisors smirk with a tight lipped one of his own. “Who’d have thought.”

“Thought it may help with -“ Orestes halted the sentence with a stony look. “- sorry, sorry.” His advisor threw up his hands and he exited the dimly lit chambers. It was no secret that the arranged marriage of Orestes and a daughter of one of the leaders of the Christian movement was strained to say the least. But he was at his limit with his own men giving him shit for it.

Orestes was not one to shy away from an opportunity for power. So when occasion presented itself he took it, regardless of the rumors he’d heard of her. Though he didn’t agree with the Christian notion of forcing his wife to heel, he thought maybe this could be a bridge. Some shared respect for this new Saint to bring them together.

Orestes grabbed the scroll along with a bowl of her favorite fruits and sauntered down the hall. He filled his lungs slowly, intentionally, as he readied himself. This needs to work, I can’t continue on like this.

This marriage had quelled the violence in the streets and to her credit his wife was commanding in her call for peace. Especially when aided by her father who ensured the zealots yielded. But the violence only shifted from the streets into his home. ”She’s as gentle as a dove.” her father had claimed in his initial offer. What a lair.

While he knew what her father said she should do, to obey her husband, it seemed she never could find the strength to actually do so. ”You opportunistic snake!” she’d screamed on their wedding night when he came to bed. She’d tossed the nearest thing a which turned out to be one of their gifts, a beautiful ornamental bowl. ”Now is that any way to welcome your husband, my dove?” he’d shot back at her. Ever since that’d been her moniker. He shook his head and huffed at the memory, at least she has heart.

That memory alone sent his heart hammering and sweat moistening his palms. His footsteps echoed through the corridors softly as he neared the ornate doorway to the atrium, where she spent most of her days.

As he opened it wearily he cast his gaze across the expansive room. His position had granted him more than a fair bit of luxury, and she had insisted the atrium be filled with flowering plants and water features. There she laid along the edge of the pool, dress hiked up to her hip revealed deliciously smooth skin that glistened with beading sweat. Her leg making slow ripples in the water.

Orestes felt as if his heart stopped for a moment. With here defenses down like this, body relaxed in the morning light… Gods she was beautiful.

The sound of his next step alerted her to his presence. She shot up like a viper, quickly pulled her leg up and under her dress and glared at him. “What.” She hissed

“Have you heard of Valentine?” He strained to keep his voice casual and cast his gaze elsewhere in the room.

“Saint Valentine you mean,” Her voice betrayed her interest as she eyed the scroll in his hand. “I’ve heard mutterings.”

“Well,” He waggled the delicate paper for a moment as he moved, “if you care to know the story.” Carefully he placed it on a nearby bench along with the bowl of fruits beside it. Orestes strolled slowly back toward the doorway. “He was very brave.”

He heard quick shuffling and the rustle of parchment. “Wait -” Her voice echoed in the chamber.

Orestes stopped and turned slowly, a brow quirked in interest. “Yes, my dove?” The look on her face sent his heart hammering again. For a moment the features there had softened and a smile played at the edge of her lips before hardening again.

Her voice though, was gentle, “Thank you, Orestes.” Oh how she could so easily bring him to his knees when she chose to be soft.

He cleared his throat and gave a curt nod with a smile, “Of course.” With what little control he had left he turned and left the atrium. Once the doors closed behind him he leaned against them. She’s taken my soul, my dove…

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Taglist: @melodygatesauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ominoose @romana-after-dark @lunar-ghoulie @flowercrownonapegion @howellatme @mooksmouse @ahookedheroespureheart @beezusvreeland @auntiegigi @moonkxight-blog @faretheeoscar

#orestes fanfiction #orestes fanfic #orestes #agora #oscar isaac characters #inbox reply #drabble requests #requests are open

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sp00kymulderr · 10 months

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prism

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn reader

Warnings: 18+, pwp, kinda subby Dieter, kinda gentle dom reader. dirty facetime call, m masturbation, allusions to m receiving anal, lots of pet names for Dieter (nothing for reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Dieter always gets desperate when he's away from you for too long.

A/N: comments and reblogs forever appreciated! To follow for fic updates only go to @sp00kyupdates or see taglist details on my masterlist. Credit to gif maker.

Dating Dieter Bravo is not easy. That’s the truth.

It’s difficult. He’s difficult. An international movie star with an Oscar win under his belt? Yeah, he requires a certain kind of partner and a certain amount of patience. It’s not on purpose of course, you know that, but he is so used to a particular level of attention and he’s not exactly not a diva.

The worst thing about dating Dieter though is that he so often is just not around. Those long, long periods when he’s off in some beautiful but entirely too lonely location filming something ludicrous for equally ludicrous money.

Dieter requires attention and it’s kind of like torture for you both when you can’t touch him and give him all that he so desperately wants from you.

So you have to make do with what you can give him.

“That’s right baby” You say softly, watching him on the screen of your phone.

You’d taken his video call 30 minutes ago and he’d already been needy for you; plush robe hanging open as he sat in his luxury hotel bed and gave you those ridiculous big brown eyes, moaning your name and telling you just how he couldn’t live another second without you. Dramatic to the end, that was your dear sweet Dieter.

Your love adores an audience, never used to doing anything all alone. It’s to be expected after a few days of filming that he’ll call you with needy rasps and grunts down the phone line either talking you through your pleasure or begging for something from you. Today it is begging. Today he is all yours in exactly the way you like.

Now he’s showing you just what he needs with his hand fisted around his aching cock and his face flushed pink with a sheen of sweat making him glistening so deliciously. He’s angled the phone on his night-stand to give you the best view he can as he thrust his hips up to fuck in to his fist. He looks so lovely and you silently thank whoever invented video calling as you talk him through his obedient desperation.

“That’s good pretty boy. Imagine it’s me, yeah?” You coo, giving him what you can to help him along.

Dieter whimpers with movements stuttering a little. He’s been holding off for a while. Trying really hard for you.

“Just think...sweet thing...think about my mouth around you, taking all of you in. Can you do that baby?” You guide him your voice a little breathy as you work on your own need. You can’t possibly not get off to him being like this. “Jesus fucking christ” He groans “I’m gonna…”

You can tell. From the way he pants out his words in grunted syllables and from the clearly achy, leaky tip of his cock thrusting up through his fisted hand. “Oh no, be good. Give me another minute” You direct with a voice all sticky sweet with love and deep enjoyment the view. Only a little annoyance that you’re seeing it on a small screen rather than from in between his legs

Dieter whines and you tut. This is exactly how you like him, when he's tamed and desperate for you. A shame it only seems to happen when he's on the other side of the world. You love that you get to see him like this but you hate that there’s this goddamn screen separating you and all those miles of ocean. You want to make him cry. Hold him off for hours and then put your mouth on that gorgeous cock til he’s a mess.

"Oh sweetie, the things I'd do to you if I was there" you moan

"I'll get you on a...on a plane right now" He whimpers, and gives a look to the screen that makes you think of a sad little puppy not getting what it wants. You laugh a little.

"Hm, I bet you would. But I don’t think so. Besides I like you better when you can't disappoint me"

It's cruel but he moans, fucking his fist a little faster,

"Hold on for me"

"Can't-" Dieter sighed

“You better or I'm ending the call right now. You don't wanna come without an audience. I know you baby" Your tone gets harder, more commanding and he lets out a strangled groan. He whines your name all pathetic. He's a mess, fucked out and sweaty, cock already leaking over his hand right on the precipice of release.

"Let me come...I’ll...I'll buy you that ticket straight away and give you something better" He says quietly, distracting both of you and stilling the movement of his hips as he tries to bargain with you.

"Oh?"

"Let you fuck me properly I want you to...to...take me" Dieters words are so urgent, his breath coming out short.

You raise an eyebrow to the camera. That piques your interest. He's not given you that opportunity yet. For a couple seconds your silent, trying to control your own pleasure enough not to slip out of your current persona.

"Keep moving baby, don't remember telling you to stop" you finally say

"I'll let you. I want you to. Just let me buy you a ticket and get on the damn plane". He starts again, slowly so he doesn't explode within a millisecond.

"I'll think about it. It's a good offer, I'd love to fuck you. You know I would. Make you beg for it"

"Jesus...." He pants, too close to do anything else but beg "Please..."

"Go on, honey. Better be a lot" you finally allow it, and Dieter sighs in relief.

You watch the screen intently as he succumbs; his hips faltering as he spills hard all over his hand. It is a lot, it always is when he knows you're watching. He looks so good all messy and undone. It might be your favourite sight in the world. His hair sticks to his head a little. You want to run your fingers through it and see if he'll give you more of himself.

"Get over here on the next flight, I swear to god" He mumbles, breathy, before continuing "Can't give me up, I know you can't"

You roll your eyes at his cockiness and take your hand away from yourself. If he’s lucky you'll call him again later to finish this. He’s always lucky with you.

"You're gonna have to beg me, you’ll have to show me show bad you want it” You tell him, voice all cool confidence because you know he can’t say no and you don’t want him to. “I’ll call you again in an hour and you better be ready to show me"

You both know you’re going to give in but it’s not about that, it’s about his supplication right now.

He sobs all sweat and breathlessness and sticky mess when you stop touching yourself and he hears the zip of your pants going back up. You give him a sweet smile but oh you’re going wild on the inside at every detail you can see on that bright little phone screen. You’d lick his release right off his hand if you could.

“Get cleaned up, messy boy. If you’re good you’ll get to see me come next time too”

He’s about to say something more but you won’t let him have the last word.

“And then we’ll talk about that flight”

You hang up.

He’ll give you exactly what you want and you’ll give him exactly what he wants, there’s no question. But the waiting only makes it more worthwhile for both of you.

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedrostories #gideon writes again maybe #this kinda sucks but I actually wrote smth so

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lalalala514 · 1 year

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Famous reader surrounded by yanderes

(Not edited)

Cant help but imagine famous reader surrounded by yanderes.

Yandere actors who pray every morning and night that they get to act in a movie with you in it, and oh~ to be your love interests would send them over the moon! They would probably faint when reading their scrip and seeing you as their love interests. And when they are done with their role as your love interest they would watch edits and read fanfics where fans ship the two of you, imagining being next to you once again.

Yandere directors however would not let this (you having a love interest) happen often. Seeing you act all lovely and sweet -even if it’s just for the camera- makes their heart break into a million pieces, and if they can prevent it, they will.

Yandere directors who make movies or series with you in mind. Some of the best movies and stories to ever exist (according to everyone who knows you, which is everyone) was made while thinking about you. Not only do they make stuff inspired by you and your whole being, they make things you want to act in or see. Want to watch a Christmas movie in the middle of summer? Within the next few hours dozens (maybe even hundreds) of movies are in the making.

Yandere singers who write songs while thinking about you and end up making some of the best songs they have ever written and produced. Some artist even changing their music style (ether completely or for a few song) hoping and praying you will listen to them.

Yandere CEOs/luxury brands making clothes, jewelry, makeup and perfumes just for you. Competing with each other constantly about whom’s clothes and products you will wear/use the most. And around important events (red carpet, met gala, Fashion week, Oscars, Grammys, etc) they are fighting over who you are gonna wear. And every time they make you custom pieces, something new and unique ever single time. And if it so happens you do not wish to keep the outfit, they will make sure to place it in a secure place and take care of it like it is the most important thing in the world which it is. And they make sure that no one will ever ever get a hold of them.

Yandere models who starve themselves, take drugs, train, anything so they can have the “perfect body” hoping and praying to walk next to you in a fashion show or take a photo shoot with you. Sometimes even threatening other models to get information if you are gonna be there. And if it so happens you are watching the show, they will make sure to do they best and most iconic walk.

Yandere talk show host and interviewers who mention you at least once (and lasts a minimum of 15 minutes) every time they are shooting, just letting everyone know what you have been up to lately and just talking about how cute you are.

Yandere talk show host and interviewers who can barley act professional when talking about you let alone when are in front of them, on their show/interview. They feel like they are on cloud 9 while you are simply sitting in front of them. Their flushed checks and widen pupils threw you off at the beginning of your career, but now that you have gotten used to it you simply take the lead in the conversation/interview.

#yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #famous reader #obssesive #posessive #yandere x darling #darling reader

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wrongcaitlyn · 2 months

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Do you plan on making the talk ur talk universe a trilogy? If you do, then YAYYY MORE FAMOUS NICO, and if you don't, then YAYY I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR

this is HILARIOUS bc i was actually DEEPLY CONSIDERING IT. like. just a few weeks ago. see the thing was i made this playlist, and i was super into it, and i was like, well shit, i already have the rest of this outlined- would i be willing to go on further???

i'll give the gist of it here: basically a majority of the first fic was around the start of his career. this fic is centered around this one album that will come out in a long long time toward the end of the fic + the seven memoir.

the third fic WOULD (heavy emphasis on would bc i'm still not so sure abt it) be centered around the egot.

in case you don't know what that is, it's basically like this prestigious thing where you've won an emmy (tv shows), grammy (music), oscar (movie), tony (musical theatre)

i once responded to this comment on talk ur talk asking whether i was intending on nico ever achieving egot status and i said no, because i don't really see him straying too far from what he's doing rn - he writes music because he loves it, and for the art, not for the prestige, but that i could definitely see apollo getting an egot sometime in the future bc i had mentioned him already having an emmy, grammy, and oscar, so he would just have a tony left and lets be real he would slay on broadway

but then i got into this mini hyperfixation on - if nico were to ever receive egot status - how would he do that?? grammy's are a given, and i went down this rabbit hole for how he could win the others, sticking to the fact that he adamantly refuses to act

oscar would be easy, best original song - something like "no time to die" by billie eilish (which won the award) or "yellow flicker beat" by lorde are movie songs that i 100% think he could write

for the emmy's there's an award for like best documentary pop culture or something like that (i can't find the doc where i put all this in but trust that i did the research at some point) which he could def do, or something that like he collaborated with apollo for - a documentary of some sort

and here's where the mini hyperfixation came in - the tony. now here's the thing i don't actually know a lot abt musical theatre. i was in like two musicals in middle school and that's it. so i did a deep dive on all the musicals that have won tony's, listened to a few soundtracks, found out that the lightning thief got TOTALLY SNUBBED???

and then fell down the hadestown rabbithole

so i'll just leave this info right here - i gave so much detail bc i'm still not rlly sure if i ever want to go into this?? simply bc i *do* know quite a bit abt pop music/production from watching videos and documentaries and stuff, but i'm really not a musical theatre person. so.

we'll see if this ever actually becomes a thing, because i know that greatest of luxuries covers a huge timespan and i'll likely be working on this for *quite* a long time, and we'll see how much motivation i would have to continue it after this! if nothing else, i think i would def go back into the universe from time to time to write little oneshots just bc of how this au has become such a huge part of my lifesjdf

aside from that, THANK YOU SO SO MUCHSDKF <333 i definitely intend to continue writing more solangelo even after talk ur talk is over, i have *so* many other au ideas and wip's that maybe i'd finally get a chance to start once talk ur talk isn't consuming so much of my time!! (not in a bad way, i truly do love writing it) <3 thank you for the ask!!

oh also, bonus note: even if i do end up ending talk ur talk after greatest of luxuries, it most definitely won’t be the end of famous nico!! i love me some fame au’s and wouldn’t be able to be stopped from writing them even if i tried😭 id likely just try out a different form of a fame au at some point, like my actor!nico and country singer!will fic based on so american which i swear is still in progress im working on it it’ll get there !!!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk asks #talk ur talk fic

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thebetawolfgirl · 7 months

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Memory Of The Heart

Pairing:Timmy x Reader

Warnings: light smut, mentions of trauma and injuries.

A/N: Wrote this at 11pm at night.

Memory of the heart

Timothée was on the other side of the world when he got the call from his sister Pauline telling him that y/n had been in a terrible car crash near the Brooklyn Bridge.

‘She’s alive, the doctors are working on her now. She suffered sever head injuries,’

Timmy heard his sister let out a sob on the other end of the phone and fear struck him.

‘Pauline what is it?’

‘They said there are signs of brain damage. They won’t know until she wakes up.’ Pauline sobbed over the phone as Timmy fell against the nearest wall and slid down to the floor.

He sat there feeling numb as his sister explained how it was a head on collision and that y/n’s friend, Sarah who had also been in the car had died on site and the doctors said it was a miracle y/n even survived the crash because there was nothing left of the car when the paramedics reached them.

After a while Timmy hung up the phone and just lay there on the floor before slowly standing and looked around the room in his rented apartment. He was hoping y/n would be joining him overseas and they would spend much needed time together, with both their work schedules they had barely seen each other before he had to leave for shooting.

But now here he was in a big luxurious apartment while the love of his life was fighting to cling to hers in a hospital on the other side of the world.

He picked up the desk chair and flung it against the wall smashing it to splinters in his rage, before picking something else up and hurling it across the room. He continued trashing his room until he felt someone wrap their arms around him from behind restraining him from destroying anything else, he recognised the tribal tattoos instantly.

‘Jason LET ME GO!!’

‘Not until you calm down little brother.’

Timmy struggled against him desperately trying to get free from the large man’s grip.

‘C’mon man you being arrested won’t help y/n.’

Timmy struggled harder and clenched his jaw and began growling. Trying to wrench free,

‘Timmy please stop this you’re gonna hurt yourself PLEASE!’

He heard the female voice and spun round and saw Zendaya in tears with Rebecca and Oscar behind her at the door way.

‘You’re not the only one that’s cut up about this horrible situation, we all love y/n, you’re not alone in your pain, little brother.’ Jason whispered to him before Timmy deflated in his arms and allowed Jason to guide him to sit on the bed where Zendaya walked over to sit beside him and lay her head on his shoulder.

Timmy sat in his room with his movie family and fixed everything that wasn’t broken and put everything as it was as best they could.

It had been two weeks and Pauline called Timmy every day and kept him updated, now he was at the airport back home walking to his ride when he got a hyper call from his sister saying y/n was awake.

Timmy told his driver to step on it to the hospital when his sister told him y/n had no memory of anything or anyone and wouldn’t let anyone near her.

Timmy rushed to the hospital and sped up to the second floor to y/n’s ward, when he entered he heard voices and hesitantly entered y/n’s private room.

Y/n looked up scared and met the eyes of someone strangely familiar but still strange to her she watched him intently as he approached her bedside slowly and careful.

Who was this man, and why did she instantly feel, KNOW she could trust him. She held out her hand for hint to take and looked into his green eyes.

‘Do you remember me, my love?’ He asked hopefully.

Her head was blank, but her heart was screaming at her ‘HES YOURS!’

‘I’m Timmy. Timothée.’

She frowned shaking her head and whispered ‘No’

He looked at her heartbroken about to let go of her hand and she gripped them hard pulling them back to hers in a panic.

‘Don’t let me go. Don’t leave me.’

He gripped her hands and kissed her knuckles and she sighed relaxing a little.

He leaned forward hesitantly and kissed her forehead and is hopeful when she closes her eyes leaning into him.

Y/n was allowed to come home after a few more tests and although her mother wanted her home with her, y/n insisted she was going home with ‘the kind man who held her hand’

She still wouldn’t call him by his name. Insisting that wasn’t what she called him at home.

Timmy helped her out of the car and she looked up at the modest house.

‘I wanted to buy you a bigger house, so you could-

‘Live like the Queen I am.’ They looked at each other in shock. He nodded slowly and breathed out a ‘Yeah. That’s right.’ He smiled helping her in to the house as she looked around the house taking everything in.

‘I’ve set up a bedroom downstairs if you don’t want to risk the staircase just yet, and I’ve got all your favourite snacks in and I’ll make dinner for us tonight, or if you prefer I can order something in.’

She walked up to him and lay her hands on his chest before laying her head on on his chest and closes her eyes, he gently wraps his arms around her body and kissed the top of her head rubbing her back.

‘This feels normal.’ She whispers against his hoodie and his heart swells in his chest.

She pulls away smiling at him before turning and walking around and heads upstairs having a look around.

Timmy decides to put her things in the makeshift bedroom through the back while she familiarise herself with their home.

Y/n walks along the hall and finds the master bedroom and walks in and opens the wardrobes seeing his clothes hung up or folded neatly, she pulls out one of his hoodies and walks to the edge of the large bed and sitting down and brings the hoodie to her nose, inhaling. She was beginning to remember the boy she knew from high school, but still couldn’t remember his name. He said Timmy, but she knew him by another name, she was sure of it. Her heart didn’t know him as Timmy or Timothée.

She saw a photo on the bedside table and picked it up and got a flashback of a memory slamming into her mind.

‘Hal.’ She heard herself whispering in the flashback, she was all in white and he was in a black tuxedo. She dropped the photo on to the bed as she returned to the present and stood up slowly and walked back downstairs and found him in the kitchen she watched him finish cleaning the dishes and dry his hands.

He heard her voice before he saw her.

‘Hal.’

He stopped dead and turned slowly to face her to see her standing at the kitchen door watching him as his breath became heavy.

‘What?’

She smiled at him and walked over resting her hands on his chest looking up at him ‘Husband’

He grabbed her waist and slowly moved his head to the side and kissed her jaw gently before moving to her neck leaving a small trail of kisses down to her shoulder before burying his face in her neck holding on to her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

‘I’m home.’

He held her tighter before lifting her on to the kitchen counter in front of him letting her wrap her legs around his waist, before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss which she returned whispering his middle name like a prayer in between kisses.

‘Hal’

She opened her mouth letting him deepen the kiss and gripped his shirt in her fist while tugging on his hair gently as he pulled her closer lifting her off the counter and carried her upstairs to their bedroom.

‘Y/n. My wife.’ He whispered as he lowered her back onto the bed and removed her top over her head and kissed down her neck, she reached up pulling his shirt off messing his hair even more and smiled as he carefully removed her sweatpants she had put on coming home from the hospital taking her underwear with them and tossing them aside.

She removed his own bottoms before pulling him on top of her whispering in his ear ‘Husband’ making him nuzzle her neck before moving up and kiss her slowly.

They had sex many times and had made love many times, all over the house, but this time was different, she had remembered him after so many weeks of waiting for her to do so.

Tonight he got her back, he was her Hal, her husband. She was his

y/n, his wife.

Tonight would be the first time they would be together in months.

He pushed into her as he kissed her slowly swallowing her gasps, as she clung to his arms digging her nails in and wrapped her legs around him making him push in further and deeper. He began moving against her slowly taking his time and buried his face in her neck and entwining their fingers together on the pillow and began thrusting into her a bit faster still taking time as she ran her hand up his back then dragging her nails lightly down again making him gasp against her throat and nip her shoulder gently causing her to gasp his name ‘Hal.’

He began thrusting a bit harder hearing small whimpers to escape her lips with each thrust of his hips.

‘Y/n.’ He wrapped his arm around her waist lifting her from underneath slightly making him go deeper as she gripped his shoulders with her nails pulling him up to kiss him deeply.

He kissed her back as they both came together, clinging to each other and breathing hard.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he lay on her chest catching their breaths in the aftermath,

he moved off her and rolled them so she lay on his chest and ran his fingers up and down her back watching her fall asleep.

‘I love you.’ He whispered and saw her smile sleepily.

‘I love you.’

‘What brought you back to me?’

She looked thoughtful entwining his other hand with hers.

‘My mind didn’t remember anyone, but my heart remembered you almost instantly. Without hesitation, I knew I trusted you. The second I saw you I felt my heart scream at me, she looked up at him ‘He’s yours.’

She saw his eyes flash before tearing up ‘Always’ he responded before pressing his lips against hers in a heated chaste kiss.

@sufferingstarlight

@gatoenlaciudad

@kteezy997

@lixzey

@tchalamss

#lil timmy tim #timothèe chalamet #timothée hal chalamet #timmy x reader #timothee chalamet smut

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tonyspep · 2 years

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and you can keep up all the chatter bout my happy ever after (cause all that really matters is he’s mine)

a/n: this is for @jostystyles 2.6k top tracks writing challenge celebration. the lyrics i chose were "i've got his name i've got his nights" from the song "bragger" by kelsea ballerini and the player i picked was erik johnson. his love interest is an actress who looks like camila mendes from riverdale, palm springs and do revenge. thanks to @fallinallincurls who helped me brainstorm and is just the best. gif credit goes to @landyskog

~*~and you can keep up all the chatter bout my happy ever after~*~

(cause all that really matters is he's mine)

pairing: erik johnson x oc

summary: isabel ramos has always tried to keep her private life away from the white hot glare of the spotlight, but with a man like erik johnson on her arm, how can she not brag

rating: t

[red carpet debut]

he ain't from round

this side of town

but he fits into every crowd

and he knows just how to do my body and my heart right

At this point red carpets - for vanity liquor launches, for the latest Netflix drama or superhero tentpole flick to even the Oscars - Isabel had been there and done that. She knew what to expect; the white hot glare from all of the lights, the constant flashes of hundreds of cameras, forty different people shouting her name and of course the dozens of interviews from various entertainment news outlets.

Tonight - walking the white (pun intended) carpet - for the second season premiere of HBO Max's newest crown jewel in White Lotus would be just a little different. She wouldn't be walking the carpet alone. She knew everyone was gossiping about her and her co-star, the handsome British actor, Theo James, but tonight she was putting those rumors to bed for good.

Guiding her down the carpet for the first time was going to be her husband (yes, husband you read that right) Colorado Avalanche stalwart defenseman, Erik Johnson. Her lips couldn't help but curl proudly as her long time makeup artist worked her magic. Keeping things private was never easy, not even Ben and Jen had managed to keep their wedding reception from leaking. But Erik's teammates were sweet in respecting their wishes and her friends were all too familiar with things getting out to the public before you wanted them to.

She touched the four point five karat sapphire ring on her finger, her heart picking up speed while butterflies erupted in her stomach. She had done this a hundred times - since she was sixteen and had broken out on the soap opera General Hospital, playing mobster Sonny Corinthos's headstrong daughter whose mother was his former lover and attorney, Alexis Davis - but this was truly different. Even though she had walked carpets with her exes and flings and everything in between, Erik wasn't them. He was everything she had hoped and dreamed of as a girl watching every rom com she could get her hands on.

Slipping her wedding ring from her left ring finger to her right, she laughed softly. There were still some things they wanted to keep for themselves.

"Hola, esposa," Erik's jumbled Spanish made Isabel smile, her own dimples appearing to match his. "Nice try, Blanquito," Her voice was soft and placating but Erik took it in stride, her teasing making his stomach tumble like only she could.

Growing up with Brazilian parents, Isabel learned Spanish before she learned English and could speak conversational Portuguese as well. Erik was trying his hand at Spanish and more often than not he mostly succeeded in making her laugh as he asked why she couldn't just teach him the naughty words.

Once her makeup was finished, he let out a whistle at seeing her full white carpet look. A summery silk maxi dress in a deep green with a plunging neckline and silvery strappy heels while her velvet black hair was twisted into an elaborate braid crown gave her the glam of the star she was and kept with the show's luxury resort theme. It was hard to believe she was his. He was just a hockey player, a Minnesotan born and bred raised in his small town that somehow made it to the league, forget being drafted number one overall and now winning the Cup.

Their first night, the thin Mountain air around them, her sneaking into Denver on a private flight in the wee hours (Erik knew it wasn't his best display of leadership but fuck it, Isabel was too good to be true) on a game day, she told him - their bodies plastered together, sticky with sweat, that's what she liked most about him. That he was the small town boy who made good. It reminded her that she was a small town girl, having left her Brazilian tropical life behind, for a brighter future in the States, her parents wanting to give her everything they never had. That she was just Isabel. Not this international celebrity, a point of fascination for strangers, but a girl who ached for love like any normal person would.

Everything was dimmer with Erik on her arm - the white hot glare warm instead of intense, the shouting not as invasive - except her smile. She knew it was blinding as they posed, his large hand on the small of her back. She missed the cool metal of his ring against her skin but she would make do. No one needed to know everything about her.

The headlines from The Cut to Duemoix to TMZ came fast and furious once they were at the after party at Balthazar with the rest of the cast and director and creator, Mike White.

@IsabelRamosUpdates WE TOLD YOU!!! WE TOLD YOU!!! OUR GIRL DID NOT DISAPPOINT ON THE WHITE LOTUS RED CARPET. SHE LOOKED STUNNING IN VINTAGE CHANEL AND OH YEAH DID YOU SEE HER MAN???? CHECK HER FOLLOWS SHE'S BEEN FOLLOWING AND LIKING THE COLORADO AVALANCHE POSTS SINCE LAST JUNE!!! SHE HAD Y'ALL FOOLED WITH THOSE THEO JAMES RUMORS HA HA HA HA @TMZ @THECUT @VULTURE @USWEEKLY AND WE HAVE THE RECEIPTS

[screenshots of her likes] [video clip of her saying she does not have a man] [posing with fans at the avs playoff games] [instagram comments on @6erikjohnson6's photos/videos]

@IsabelRamosUpdates come to us for the real stuff our girl was slick and got herself one good looking man. 6 '4 235 SIGN US UP AND DOES HE HAVE FRIENDS???????????

@TMZ on the white lotus white carpet dazzling isabel ramos gushes about new man, hockey player erik johnson "he looks pretty good huh?" "i'm very happy" "oh i'm always at every game i can go to just because you haven't seen me doesn't mean I'm not there"

@USWeekly theo james who???? putting to bed those pesky rumors two time emmy nominee isabel ramos debuts hockey player beau on the white lotus red carpet. she jokes with our carrie reynolds "a lady doesn't kiss and tell buuuuut all that time on the ice has its benefits''

Isabel wasn't surprised how easily Erik fell in with the cast and crew, charming them like he had charmed her. She couldn't imagine being any happier and that meant she was entitled to brag, posting a black and white shot of them in a heated embrace in their private car on the way back to the hotel. His large hand slipping under the silk of her dress while her hands were tangled in his soft blonde hair, their lips locked in a steamy kiss.

@isabel life has never been this good @6erikjohnson6

[banner night]

i don't want to be a bragger

but my man's a heart attacker

like mcconaughey and jagger

Tonight at Ball Arena they would be raising the Avs Championship banner and she wouldn't have missed this for the world. Filming for her next project - playing Sue Storm in the upcoming MCU version of the Fantastic Four opposite Henry Golding as Reed Richards - wouldn't start until the next summer, so now she was in supportive wife (girlfriend to everyone else) mode. The custom denim jacket Mel Landeskog had made for herself and the other wives and girlfriends fit well. The burgundy crop top and ripped jeans were more sporty than she normally dressed but the platform sneakers made her feel more like herself, elevating her closer to Erik's towering height like her trustee heels would normally.

The hat she wore belonged to him, the scent of his cologne lingering and that distinctive warm vanilla and woodsy scent he naturally carried made heat course through her veins.

He was too good to be true, stepping out of their bedroom in his well fitted suit, the broadness of his shoulders too much for her to take.

As good as he looked in his suit, when he took the ice in his full pads and jersey, she couldn't resist snapping a picture and if her caption sent people spiraling oh well.

@isabel [picture of erik during warm ups] whatta man whatta man whatta whatta man whatta mighty mighty good man

@ISABELRAMOSUPDATES OUR GIRL IS THIRSTY AND WE SUPPORT IT GET IT QUEEN

@tonyspep quote tweet STARS THEY'RE JUST LIKE US LOOK AT KRISTINA (she'll always be kristina from gh to me) THIRSTING OVER MY GUY ERIK JOHNSON YOU LOVE TO SEE IT

[live with kelly and ryan]

and he'd never tell you he don't want attention

but he's just too damn good not to mention

"Now, Isabel…." Kelly started, waggling her eyebrows while Ryan laughed beside her. "Let's talk about this very handsome, very tall man named Erik Johnson. Have you heard of him? I hear you two are close."

"Have I heard of him? Hmmmm. His name sounds familiar. Would you happen to have a picture? Maybe if I saw what he looked like I could answer your question, Kelly."

"Well, Ryan I do believe we have a few pictures don't we?"

"Yes, Kelly, I believe we do. Just queued up from Miss Ramos's instagram ready to go. Like this one from the night of the White Lotus premiere, you're amazing on the show by the way. There's also this one from Del Mar race track. This one is from their kitchen. People eat on counter tops, young lady. And oh this one is from the night his team raised their championship banner."

"Huh, I guess I do know Erik Johnson. Oh my Gosh he will kill me for this as he likes to think he's all mysterious. He's really a big teddy bear. He throws his weight around on the ice and all that, but when we have down time we're usually with our horses and dogs and he loves those animals so much. We have our five dogs and then we foster Berners and Goldens, too. So it's crazy at home sometimes and that's actually how we met; I ride, I've done it since I was five back in Brazil and he raises race horses. And it doesn't help that he looks very good in his jeans on the ranch."

"And on the ice, too. Judging by this comment on the picture you posted of him. Is this what the kids would call thirsty, Ryan?"

"You would have to ask the kids, Kelly."

"Oh my gosh! Stop it!"

"We'll be right back with more Isabel Ramos after the break where we promise to ask her about the crazy second season of her show White Lotus!"

[one year later]

i've got his nights, i've got his name

there ain't no shame in this girl's game

if he were yours you'd do the same without apologizing

@isabel [picture of her and erik lounging by the pool his hand on her butt, wedding ring on display] [picture of them with her hand on his abs, her ring on display]

now playing "bragger" by @kelseaballerini i've got his nights/i've got his name #itsisabeljohnsonbitch

@ISABELRAMOSUPDATES [SCREAMING] OUR GIRL WENT AND DROPPED A WHOLE NEW NAME!!! WE HAVE TO RUN SCREAMING INTO THE NIGHT AS WE CHANGE OUR @ BECAUSE QUEEN HAD A WHOLE SECRET WEDDING!!! AND OMG LOOK AT THAT ROCK!!! ALSO THOSE ABS ON HUBS WE ARE LOOKING AND NOT RESPECTFULLY WE MIGHT BE BACK IDK WE ARE HAVING A FULL ON MELTDOWN GAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

TMZ newsroom "okay wow wow that is all i have to say!!! wow!!! over the weekend superstar isabel ramos broke the internet with her reveal that she is MARRIED!" harvey yelled.

"you guys," charlie gushed. "this is aaaaamazing. like first of all the pics she dropped were hot af. like look at her! and look at her husband!"

"charlie is plotting how she can reveal jake as her surprise husband," derek joked.

@USWeekly SECRETLY MARRIED!!!!! [pictures of erik and isabel]

Their phones hadn't stopped buzzing and eventually Erik put them on do not disturb. Rolling over so her lithe frame was pinned under his bigger, stronger body, he started to kiss her neck, slow and sweet the way she liked best.

Her back arches, bare breasts rubbing against his bare chest. She sighs softly, her tongue melting with his own as they kiss. Her fingers rake across the muscles in his broad back while his hands mold to her curves, feeling every inch of her porcelain skin.

"Should we get started on a secret baby now?" He asks, lips sucking at her perky breasts. "Who says we haven't been already?" She arches a perfectly shaped brow.

"Izzy," He's the only one who calls her that and hearing it, so soft and hopeful but still with that growling edge because he wants her so bad, makes her heart skip several beats. "It's too soon to know for sure," Her cheeks flush, soft smile on her pretty lips. "But I'm late." She confesses and by the pool, in the hot Denver sun Erik shows her just how bad he wants to start their family if they haven't already.

[ten months later]

if he were a wine he'd be the shelf at the top (top)

if he were a house he'd be the end of the block (block)

walked up to my heart and went knock knock knock

so i've got to show him off

@isabeljohnson this isn't a surprise @6erikjohnson6 and i could keep a secret matteo "matty" david johnson was born yesterday at mount sinai. he weighed in at 7 pounds and twenty one inches long and we couldn't love him more #mama #daddy

[picture of isabel, erik and matty]

#erik johnson #erik johnson x oc #colorado avalanche #fanfiction #hockey fanfiction #hockey rpf #erik johnson imagine #hockey imagines

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August 16-17: Furry or Kemonomimi or Wereanimal

Hybrids were something quite questionable, having a genetically modified human just to show how much money you had was something terribly criticized.

That's not why people stopped doing it.

Having hybrids was part of the social statute.

Few people used to have hybrids, the most common were simple dog and cat hybrids.

Filthy rich people had more exotic things.

Like lion hybrids.

And when Oscar Bowers saw how cheap the little leon hybrid was at the hybrid store.

Henry never had the best life in the house of Oscar Bowers, he was more than anything an ornament to show off but when Oscar discovered the hybrid fights, Henry's life changed for the worse.

The hybrid fights were a roller coaster for Henry's emotions, because winning was very addictive, the adrenaline of the fight, Oscar's proud look, was very addictive, but losing the fights was torture, if the winner did not leave him alone. half-dead Oscar was in charge of doing it.

That's when Oscar understood that Henry was a defective hybrid because he doesn't have poison, at least not enough to kill.

One day, after losing a fight and with a serious injury, Oscar decided it was easier to leave him in a hybrid adoption center.

Henry was 16 and he swore to himself not to cry because he didn't care if Oscar's son of a bitch left him.

He was going to be fine.

He sure someone better would adopt him sooner or later.

He didn't need Oscar Bowers.

So 5 years passed without anyone adopting him.

And whenever he watched a cat or dog hybrid being taken from the adoption center he told himself he didn't care.

He did not want to be adopted in any way.

Things changed when Victor entered the center door, he was tall, with blond hair, not natural, but blond, brown eyes and an elegant businessman's demeanor.

When their eyes met, Henry knew something was going to change.

Victor Criss had left Henry in the back of his car, without chains, collars, or cages. just there in the back seat of the car.

When the car stopped, Henry doubted if he even had permission to open the door himself, he saw the door and Victor outside the car.

He didn't dare open the door but there was no need because Victor opened it for him, his gaze was still.

The house he arrived at that afternoon was very different from the house he had grown up in, mysteriously large and beautiful.

Victor is a very patient and caring owner.

He is also the youngest well-known mobster in town ,

Vic wanted a badass hybrid, but he didn't want to be part of the dubious practice of buying hybrids, so he decided to adopt one.

Henry thinks it is stupid where he draws the line.

"So killing people is fine, but buying hybrids is too much for you"

"Yeah, well Henry, I understand my own hypocrisy, now pass me my gun, will you darling?"

Henry gets used to the life of the mob very easily, a lot of violence, a lot of luxuries, a lot of danger.

#bowers gang #henry bowers #victor criss #henvic #itfandomweek

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✦ CAMILA QUEIROZ, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ LUCIA ESCARRA the THIRTY TWO year old has been in Hidehill for ALL HER LIFE and was a FRIEND to Jade Parker, the missing person. Whispers on the streets are that the MANAGER AT BANK OF HIDEHILL who lives in HORWICK. She is said to be DRIVEN and GUARDED but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { ROSIE, 25, EST, SHE/HER. }

MISC INFO

Character’s name: Lucia Escarra

Meaning of name: Derived from the Latin Lux, also meaning "light."

Character’s nickname: Lu, Lucy, Lulu (last one reserved for family)

Birth date: September 30th

ABOUT

Oscar and Aracely Escarra adopted Lucia when she was a baby. She grew up knowing she was adopted but never thought much about it. She loves her siblings with all her heart. They are her treasures and she would do anything to protect them. As the oldest sister, she always felt it was her responsibility to look after them due to their parent’s busy schedules

She’s always been good with numbers. She tried to follow her parents footsteps but couldn’t develop a passion for med so she scrapped that path and chose to pursue finance. She’s thriving at her job, some say she’s a workaholic and they’re not wrong

When her parents passed away 4 years ago, her world came crashing down. As tempted as she was to drop everything and collapse into her emotions, she felt she didn’t have that luxury. Her siblings needed her so she put on her big girl pants and was there for them. Unhealthy as it was, she bottled up her emotions and dealt with everything from the funeral proceedings, to the memorial service and to the house ownership. She currently resides at their parents house in Horwick, taking care of the repairs and renovations. Although her siblings have moved out, she’s desperately trying to hold onto the house. She wants to preserve it as a safe space for them to come back whenever they need.

Although her relationship with Jade Parker never became tight knit she had grown accustomed to her. After her watching her grow up alongside her sister, she had grown to like her. She was shocked when she heard she was gone

PERSONALITY

Lucia’s very likable and talkative. At time she lets her intrusive thoughts win. She views herself as a realist and tries to put her head before her heart but doesn’t always succeed.

She’s nice and friendly to everybody unless given a reason not to be. She can be quite the grudge holder so it’s best not to land yourself on her bad side. She can forgive but doesn’t easily forget.

CONNECTIONS

—— PLATONIC. ❜

best friends.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

wing(wo)men.

seem like a married couple.

former lovers to friends.

—— ROMANTIC. ❜

flirtationship.

one night stand.

one sided romance / unrequited crush.

friends with benefits.

childhood crush or first love.

blind date or tinder match.

exes on good / bad terms.

previously friendzoned.

song inspo:

we dont talk anymore / fuck up the friendship / boy next door

—— NEGATIVE. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

fell for the same person & fought over them.

life long enemies, aka two people who have been enemies ever since they remember but have forgotten the reason for their dislike.

frenemies.

negative influence.

mutual jealousy.

#hidehillintro #𓂃 ⌗ : about.

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ECOLUXE Pre-Oscars Luxury Lounge Benefited The Wild Beauty Foundation, Marley's Mutts Dog Rescue Ranch

Debbie Durkin’s star-studded event celebrated Film's Biggest Night

(Hollywood, CA - March 8, 2024) - Veteran producer Debbie Durkin hosted her 18th annual ECOLUXE pre-Oscars Luxury Lounge to benefit The Wild Beauty Foundation and Marley's Mutts Dog Rescue Ranch at the iconic Avalon venue in the heart of Hollywood.

To celebrate film's biggest night, the exclusive daytime event featured the premiere of JEMZ SMILE, the world's first and only chewable teeth whitening gum, as well as the premiere of the Fountain of Uth oxygen and hydrogen all-in-one beauty and recovery treatment. Also featured at the exciting ECOLUXE event: an all-day presentation of top fashion designers (The De La Cruz Collection, NYLA Couture, and Fayah Athletics Spring & Summer '24 runway), RevealU's new GOLDLUXE Collection of skin and hair care products, music by DJ Talon Reid, Grzenia Guitars, foods by B & L Specialty Catering and Bangin' Buns, pet brands SPLEASH and La'au Products K9 Skin Rescue, #SoulTeach book by Dr. Michelle Barr, Glo Design Lab's cowboy hat bar, and tastings by Reserva De La Torre Tequila. Celebrity Gift Bags also included Laird Superfood Latte and frother, ettitude bamboo eye masks, and 20NE tobacco-free products.

Marley's Mutts brought therapy dogs to soothe stars' nerves before the big awards day, plus puppies for adoption. Topanga Mindful Mustang horses were onsite raising awareness for wild horses in support of The Wild Beauty Foundation @wildbeautyspirit and the award-winning film Wild Beauty - Mustang Spirit of the West, a Best Documentary 2024 Oscars contender.

Famous faces in attendance included “The Real Housewives of Orange County” star Gretchen Rossi and her husband Slade Smiley, Shaun Toub ("Iron Man"), “Oppenheimer” star Will Roberts, Netflix’s “Too Hot To Handle” star Linzy Luu, MTV’s “Siesta Key” star Joe Jenkins, “Love Island” stars Kyra Lizama and Will Moncada, Willie Gault (former NFL star), and more.

Stay tuned for more coverage of upcoming ECOLUXE events, including a pre-ESPYS edition this summer!

About ECOLUXE Luxury Lounge

ECOLUXE Luxury Lounge is a curated destination experience that connects purposeful lifestyle brands with social impact, health and wellness, stars, press, pop culture influencers, world class athletes, music artists, film producers, TV networks, industry VIPs, and more.

About WILD HORSES

From Topanga to Hollywood! Raising awareness for wild mustangs on the @hwdwalkoffame ... Wild Beauty Foundation @wildbeautyspirit and the award-winning film Wild Beauty - Mustang Spirit of the West by filmmaker @ashleyavis was a non-profit partner at the ECOLUXE pre-Oscars Luxury Lounge @avalonhollywood. Mustangs Pinzón and Marté proudly joined to represent wild horses all across this country. In 2024, the BLM @mypubliclands plans to spend millions of dollars using helicopters to round up over 20,000 wild horses from public lands. There are already 100,000 once-wild horses in government holding (horse jail), never to run again because public lands are being cheaply leased to big business for cattle feeding. Soon there will be no more wild horses in the USA and we the taxpayer will still be footing the bill so rich businesses can get fatter. Watch Ashley’s film to understand more about this and how to protect these living legends and icons of freedom for the children and generations to come.

https://wildbeautyfoundation.org/films/wild-beauty-documentary/

#gifting suites #gifting lounges #Debbie Durkin #annual events #LA events #ECOLUXE #ECOLUXE 2024 #ECOLUXE Luxury Lounge

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chilling-seavey · 2 months

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Formula 1 Masterlist

♡ Welcome to my Formula 1 masterlist! A new addition to my corner of the internet where we will explore and create universes together, straying far from the pit lane we know all too well to, instead, journey through new realities! ♡ Comments are always incredibly appreciated and please feel free to send in questions or ideas or asks so I can write some blurbs and help keep these universes thriving! Most of my blurbs can be read as individual stories themselves and still make sense (but it’s more fun if you really immerse yourself into the universe first!) Happy reading!

George Russell

Enchanté ↳ On a brief business trip to Paris, you find yourself enamoured with this handsome stranger and the fleeting promises he offers in the city of love

Blue Moon Motel ↳ George has decided that his affair with you needs to end but he takes you out for one last night before saying goodbye.

Don't Worry Darling ↳ Married and thriving in an idealised community based on routine, gender roles, and arguable paradise, you and George seem to be just as perfect together as the utopia you live within - but not everything is as it seems on the surface.

Love Thy Neighbour PART ONE PART TWO ↳ It’s the end of summer 1984 and you and your perfect little family move into a quaint suburban neighbourhood to escape the hustle and bustle of the Manhattan lifestyle. Your next door neighbours are a picture-perfect family of their own - or so it seems from the outside. But, as you spend more and more time with the handsome husband, the cracks in your own marriage start to come to light.

National Anthem - feat. Daniel Seavey ↳ As VIP guests of Scuderia Ferrari - thanks to Daniel’s best friend as one of their elite Formula 1 drivers - you have the privilege of travelling to Monte Carlo for the Monaco Grand Prix. While on this getaway, you and Daniel decide to lean into the grandeur status of the Monaco Circuit and celebrate the weekend in a way you normally wouldn’t back at home - and that comes in the form of a luxury yacht party and a handsome Mercedes driver who seemed to capture your eye from your first day in the paddock

Lando Norris

Nothing Looks the Same in the Light - feat. Oscar Piastri ↳ "I watch you breathe, I cannot sleep. I touch your hair, I kiss your skin, and hope the morning sun won’t wake you too soon [...] Nothing looks the same in the light. Only a fool like me would take to heart the things you said you meant last night."

Dreamland ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR / FIVE / SIX / SEVEN ↳ As a flunking university student in dreary Bristol, Lando is sure there’s another life waiting for him elsewhere. A life that he can only dream of living with the girl with a million dollar career, verified instagram, and a stunning smile that he swears was created for him. But maybe those dreams stray no farther than his phone screen.

#decided to separate my masterlists whoops #george russell fic #f1 masterlist #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 masterlist #formula 1 fic #lando norris fic

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'LONG before Cillian Murphy there was Sam Waterston, and long before Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer there was Peter Goodchild’s Oppenheimer (BBC4, Friday), which is being reshown for the first time in decades.

Goodchild, who was interviewed by Variety last month to coincide with the film’s release, started his BBC producing career in radio drama and later moved to television with the science documentary series Horizon.

When Horizon diversified into science docudramas in the 1970s, Goodchild, who holds a chemistry degree, got to combine his two interests in a successful series about Marie Curie.

It was his idea to make a seven-part miniseries about J Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb, played by Waterston. First shown on BBC2 in 1980, Oppenheimer was a big hit with viewers and critics, winning three Bafta awards. It also garnered Emmy and Golden Globe nominations after it was shown on PBS in the United States.

The budget of £1.5m (about €7.5m today) – 90pc of it coming from the BBC, the rest from WGBH Boston – might seem like a grain of New Mexico sand compared with the £100m price tag of Nolan’s Imax epic.

Back then, however, it was a huge spend for a British drama.

A huge physical production, too, with scrupulous attention to detail. For maximum authenticity, Goodchild, now 83, told Variety, the Manhattan Project’s Los Alamos Laboratory was recreated on a purpose-built set in Colorado Springs, complete with water tower and replica bomb.

The supporting cast was made up almost entirely of American actors based in Britain.

Two notable exceptions were future Poirot star David Suchet as the excitable, voluble Hungarian physicist Edward Teller and Edward Hardwicke (Dr Watson to Jeremy Brett’s Sherlock Holmes) as his Italian colleague Enrico Fermi.

Viewers who have grown used to watching even modestly budgeted dramas shot on HD video that mimics celluloid film may find the switch from Oppenheimer’s interior scenes, which were mostly shot on videotape in a studio in the UK, to the ones shot on film in America a little jarring at first.

But the story is so engrossing you cease to be aware of the contrast after a while.

What’s remarkable is how well Oppenheimer, which was written by Peter Prince and directed by Barry Davis, holds up 43 years later.

There’s none of the slowness or staginess you sometimes see in dramas from the period. Friday’s opening two episodes positively zipped by.

They spanned the years 1938, when Oppenheimer was at the University of Berkley, to 1942, when Lieutenant General Leslie Groves (Manning Redwood), ignoring warnings about Oppenheimer’s long associations with active communists and championing of left-wing causes, put him in charge of the Manhattan Project, which was to be housed in a high-security facility in Los Alamos.

Waterston, just four years ahead of his best actor Oscar nomination for playing Siydney Schanberg in The Killing Fields, is fantastic as Oppenheimer.

You can see why the BBC was prepared to pay him well above the normal rate for appearing in one of its dramas and to put him up in a luxury hotel during filming.

He conveys Oppenheimer’s charisma, intelligence, brilliance and charm, especially to women.

But we also see his ruthlessness and arrogance.

When we meet him, he’s romantically involved with psychiatrist and communist Jean Tatlock (Kate Harper), who suffered from clinical depression (she died by suicide in 1944), yet thinks nothing of casting her aside when he sets eyes on his future wife Kitty Puening (Jana Shelden), who at that time is married to someone else.

They tumble into an affair. In one particularly cruel moment, he humiliates Jean by turning up at a dinner party at her home with Kitty on his arm.

Even at this stage, the seeds of Oppenheimer’s downfall are being sown. Naively unconcerned about the dangers of having communist friends, he doesn’t realise he’s already under FBI surveillance.

A terrific drama from a far more creative age of TV.'

#Oppenheimer #Sam Waterston #Kate Harper #Peter Goodchild #Cillian Murphy #The Manhattan Project #Los Alamos #David Suchet #Edward Teller #Enrico Fermi #Edward Hardwicke #Manning Redwood #Leslie Groves #The Killing Fields

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Movies I watched this Week #134 (Year 3/Week 30):

The Consequences Of Love, my 6th rewarding film by Paolo Sorrentino, an exceptional mature director. His usual collaborator Toni Servillo plays here a mysterious businessman, who's been staying alone for 8 years at a luxurious Lugano hotel. Rich, stylish and evocative. 8/10.

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4 more by Buñuel:

🍿 The Milky Way, the first of his loose "Search for truth" trilogy, (together with the much better 'The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie' and 'The Phantom of Liberty'). Some intricate heretic and blasphemous polemics against the church - and all believers. Clear inspiration to Jodorowsky. “Thank God I’m an atheist.” 5/10.

🍿 Re-watch: Tristana, a complex tragedy about the patriarchy, innocence, sexuality, obsessiveness and cruelty, offered as a simple soap opera. Fernando Rey is the decadent aristocrat who seduces his young niece, the deceitful Catherine Deneuve, who perversely rebels against this father-husband. That Mustache guard! The artificial leg laying on bed! The Don Lope Bell clapper! 8/10.

🍿 Robinson Crusoe, his first color film, and the first made in English, was a traditional re-telling of the famous story, with (few) subversive elements.

🍿 "...See you at the top, gumdrop..."

The young one (1960) was Buñuel's second film in English, an uncomfortable, disturbing drama, now considered to be one of his forgotten masterpieces. A tense and very disturbing story: A black clarinet player who is falsely accused of rape, finds refuge on an island off the Carolina coast. An unpleasant gamekeeper forces himself on a 13 year old innocent girl (who looks remarkably like Liv Tyler). The two men end up playing a bitter battle-of-wills game, full of tense and racist scenes. An odd morality play examining prejudices, racism and pedophilia.

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The Letter Room, my first by Danish director Elvira Lind. She cast her real-life husband Oscar Isaac as a kind, mustachioed prison guard, who's assigned to go over the prisoners' mail. Ah, The American carceral system! The saddest film I've seen in a while. 9/10.

(Photo Above).

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“Eat the watermelon - it’s yours now”.

Cameraperson, my second superb documentary by elite cinematographer Kristen Johnson (after her incredible 'Dick Johnson is dead').

Johnson shot dozens of films, and this personal collage is a collection of some of her background leftover titbits, establishing shots and related stuff from all over the world. Extremely powerful, even before she breaks out stuff from the most tragic and harrowing places around the world: Guantanamo, Sarajevo, Jasper, Texas, Kabul, Nigeria, Yemen and Mississippi. So much heartbreaks and suffering, told with so much restrain. "Donba!" 9/10.

I discovered this in a short Thomas Flight essay 'The Succession Character You Never See' which describes how important the invisible camera decisions are.

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First watch: Closely Watched Trains, the groundbreaking Czech New Wave classic. Cute, light erotic story about Premature ejaculation and anti-Nazi resistance.

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A mighty wind, another of (Baron!) Christopher Guest's comedy-mockumentaries, this time about a television reunion of three folk bands from the 60's. With a scary-looking Harry Shearer (who later transition into a female), and all the members of the ensemble that made 'Spinal tap', 'Best in show' and others. Perfectly charming. 7/10.

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Loft, the standard 'Erotic thriller' from Belgium was the most successful Flemish-speaking film ever by 2008. 5 successful yuppies, duplicitous swinging dicks, own a fancy loft together, to which they bring their mistresses to. But they are all married, and claim to be faithful when in public. When a woman is found murdered in the loft, it's unclear who killed her or why. 3/10.

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Nine Queens is considered as one of Argentina's greatest films. A crime thriller of two small time street hustlers, who cross and double cross everybody around them again and again. With 2 surprising endings, one of which is typically Argentinian (The bank suddenly defaults!). 5/10.

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My 9th and 10th by Wes Anderson:

🍿 The Darjeeling Limited, a movie about designer suitcases; A visually-provocative but emotionally stunted drama about 3 irritating brothers on an exotic 'spiritual trip' to India. With the first (?) sex scene in any of his movies. All style, no substance. I don't know why I keep watching his films, when I find him empty and pretentious. 4/10.

🍿 Hotel Chevalier was a 12 minutes film he released together with 'Darjeeling', like a Pixar "Short". A prequel with some background about Jack Whitman and his ex-girlfriend. Like 'Prada: Candy', Anderson's perfume ad with Léa Seydoux, shorter is better. This is actually a perfectly little story with the same "Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)?" comment. 7/10.

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The chase (1946), a second rate Noir by a second rate auteur. With Robert Cummings and Peter Lorre. 1/10.

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The Beguiled, a moody Southern Gothic thriller by Sofia Coppola, about a wounded Union Corporal who was given shelter at a small girls school in Virginia in 1864. My second film about amputation this week (After 'Tristana'!). But the slow melodrama didn't speak to me at all.

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In Ted Gioia's tribute to Tony Bennett, he claims that lounge-lizard Lou Canova is modeled after Bennett, at the lows of his career at that period. I haven't seen Woody Allen's Broadway Danny Rose since 1984. His cinematic personality as the 'nervous Jew' is highly-irritating. But Gordon Willis photography helped give the tight story 100% score on 'Rotten Tomatoes'.

Rip, Tony Bennett!

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Fieldwork Footage is a 1928 short directed by Zora Neale Hurston. She was a central figure of the 'Harlem renaissance', an author and anthropologist and the first African-American female film maker.

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I was sick for a day, so I watched Pineapple Express once again, the best action-stoner comedy ever? Convincing marijuana enthusiast Set Rogen against local mob guy Bill Lumbergh. It's a movie about escalation! Starts with weed jokes and ends with "Prepare to suck the cock of Karma" climax.

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The Quiet American, an adaptation of Graham Greene Foreign Service Saigon thriller, with Michael Caine and Brendan Frazer. The two engage in a ménage à trois over a pretty Vietnamese taxi dancer. This is 1952 when the CIA is just getting into the war there. Cinematography by Christopher Doyle, Wong Kar-wai's usual collaborator. 3/10.

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In the 1960's and 70's, the Montmartre Jazz club on Store Regnegade in Copenhagen was the center of world class jazz in Europe. Many of the greatest names in Jazz played there regularly. Miles Davis, Chet Baker, Ben Webster, Dexter Gordon, Sonny Rollins, Art Blakey, Muddy Waters, Dizzy Gillespie, Stan Getz, and of course the Danish bass player Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen. Blues for Montmartre is a nostalgic 2011 Danish documentary about the place and the people who frequented it. 9/10.

Here is Ben Webster playing Stardust in Montmartre in 1971.

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Related!

That’s my jazz: Pastry chef Milt Abel ll reflects on his relationship with his late father Milton Abel Sr., a legendary Kansas City jazz musician.

Surprisingly, he went to work at Noma, and stayed in Copenhagen to open his own Danish-style bakery!

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Just because I dislike science fiction as a genre, does not mean that I'm not ready to give it another chance every once in awhile (But always to be disappointed!). Gattaca seemed to be different: Dystopian bio-punk about eugenics with Gore Vidal and Ernest Borgnine... But I only lasted 30 minutes inside this shiny, sterile world: Pseudo-intellectual mambo-jumbo, horribly acted.

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Throw-back to the "Art project”:

Adora with Buñuel.

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