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faerieroyal · 9 months ago

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𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !

— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 + 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

( warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of crying, my wishful thinking for the upcoming f1 season )

“and that’s it! oscar piastri is the winner of the 2024 australian grand prix!”

for possibly the very first time, you’re very glad you and oscar don’t have any pets; it’s entirely possible the scream you let out right at this moment would give any small animals in hearing distance a heart attack. leaping off of your bed, you let the adrenaline and pure joy of this moment overtake you, jumping all around your bedroom and whooping as you punch your fists into the air.

if you’re this excited, you muse once you’ve calmed down enough to pause and catch your breath, you can only imagine how happy and overwhelmed oscar must be feeling. he’s just won his first grand prix, and even better, he’s just won his home race.

your boyfriend has just become a formula one race winner. you wish, from the bottom of your heart, that you had a younger version of oscar standing in front of you right now, so you could tell him that all the work he was putting in would be worth it some day. you suspect that oscar himself would probably want to do the same thing.

practically flinging yourself back onto your bed, you pull your computer back onto your lap, just in time to watch max verstappen shower your boyfriend in champagne from where he stands on the second step of the podium. oscar laughs on your screen as the golden liquid pours over his shoulders and turns to spray max in return, but the camera filming him also picks up the red rimming his eyes and the tears still glistening on his face - happy tears, you can only assume, from all the emotions he must be feeling at a moment as amazing as this.

he looks strangely beautiful like this, taking a moment to drink from his own champagne bottle with skin flushed from adrenaline and emotion and glistening with overjoyed tears and champagne, and you wish desperately that you could be there with him. you’d both known going into this relationship that you wouldn’t be able to attend every race, of course, since you have a life of your own and a job that doesn’t allow you to work remotely, but that doesn’t mean not being there in person to celebrate with him after a good race or comfort him after a bad one doesn’t suck sometimes. it sucks more than ever right now, when something as fucking incredible as this has just happened and you can’t be there to give your talented, beautiful oscar a congratulatory kiss and spend the whole night telling him how proud you are of him.

once the stream on your computer switches to media interviews, you switch it off and close the laptop - as much as you want to keep watching oscar basking in the glow of his win, you know he hates media anyway, and as mean as it might be, you don’t really want to have to sit through the interviews with other drivers that will be shown before they get to your boyfriend. besides, you still have things to get done tonight while you wait for oscar to give you his usual after-race call.

it’s something you and oscar always do, after a race and the debrief and everything else he has to do on a race. normally, your facetime calls can last for hours as you talk and laugh and sometimes just stay silent, taking each other in, and they’re something you’ve come to treasure, but you’re sure your call tonight won’t last nearly as long. oscar has just won his first formula one race; no doubt he’s going to be taken out to party and celebrate the moment he’s showered and changed, and that isn’t going to leave a lot of time for a call with you. which, honestly, you’re more than fine with - you want him to go out and have fun, to celebrate his win even if you can’t be there to do it with him.

the call comes in as you’re sitting on your living room couch folding laundry, a candid picture of oscar making an exaggeratedly sour face in his mcclaren suit popping up on your phone screen. hurriedly you toss the pair of shorts you’ve been folding to the side and scoop up the phone to answer it, oscar’s beautiful, smiling face taking up your screen as the connection goes through.

“oscar jack fucking piastri,” you exclaim before he has the chance to get a word out. “how dare you win your first race without me there. i oughta break up with you right now.”

oscar chuckles, dipping his head and allowing a few stray strands of hair to fall into his face, making him look terribly soft and sweet. his hair still looks sticky with champagne and sweat, you notice; he didn’t even wait to shower before calling you.

“well, sorry about that,” he replies in an amused voice. “here’s hoping you’ll be there when i win the next one so we can celebrate properly. i mean, lando offered to give me a congrats kiss in your place, but i doubt he would’ve been any good at it.”

you lean your head back laughing at that, before agreeing, “yeah, here’s hoping. so what are you doing to celebrate? gonna show lando and logan australia’s hottest clubs?”

oscar snorts, and then says something totally and completely unexpected, at least to you: “nah. ‘m staying in tonight. would rather talk to you anyway.”

“what?” you burst out, shocked. you’ve known since you met him that oscar’s never really been one for crowded social settings, especially ones as loud as clubs tend to be, but you’d assumed this would be an exception. “oscar, you just won a fucking formula one race. your first one. and you’re not gonna go out and celebrate that?”

“i am celebrating,” he replies, completely casually, like the two of you are just talking about the weather and you’re not trying to talk him out of ditching celebrating a race win just to talk to you. “i’m celebrating by spending the whole night talking to my awesome partner who I really wish was actually here right now - or at least the whole night after i take a shower, probably, ‘cause my hair feels kinda gross right now-” he runs a hand through his locks, looking a bit sheepish. “-instead of going out and getting shitfaced and watching logan completely fail at flirting. much rather be doing this than that, i promise.”

once the shock of his plans for the night fades, you think, for a brief second, that you could honestly cry right now. here’s your boyfriend, having just achieved a dream that you know he’s been working towards since he was old enough to drive a kart, and instead of going out and drinking and dancing with his friends to celebrate… he just wants to spend the night talking to you. it’s such a simple expression of love, really, simple and wordless, but it’s so utterly tender and sweet that you wish, not for the first time tonight, that you were there with oscar right now, so you could kiss all over his beautiful face and let him know how much you love him right back.

“i mean, unless you had plans tonight,” oscar continues, completely oblivious to your adoring inner monologue, and his sheepish expression increases. “sorry, i should’ve asked, it’s totally cool if you have something else-”

“no, no,” you interrupt, shaking your head vehemently. “i don’t have any plans, it’s fine. and even if i did i’d probably cancel them. i’d rather be here with you than somewhere else, too, osc.”

oscar blinks in response to that, before a shy little half-smile takes over his face, and he asks softly, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you say with a soft smile of your own, and you hope that that facial expression conveys everything you can’t quite put into words - how much you love him, how unbelievably proud you are of him, how absolutely fucking grateful you are to have him in your life, to have someone who will do things like this for you without a second thought, because that’s just the kind of person he is.

you’re pretty sure a simple smile doesn’t convey all of that, but you’re also not sure you’ll ever be able to put all of that into words that will convey how much you mean the sentiment. so you settle, in this moment, for doing what oscar wants: you settle back into the couch cushions, bring your legs up to your chest so that you can rest the hand holding your phone on your knee, and begin, “so, you will not believe what happened at work today…”

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swiftiethatlovesf1 · 4 months ago

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Mastermind

Hii, I hope you enjoy this dark!Oscar x reader one-shot I wrote to celebrate his win :)

The only thing Oscar can see as his gaze falls on the crowd is yours. How pretty you look, with tears running down your cheeks, as you stare at him with pride. The only thing Oscar can feel is the first-place trophy and the drops of champagne dripping all over him. It's perfect; he has the girl and the trophy, but it wasn't luck that brought it to him. No, none of it was accidental. After all, Oscar was a mastermind.

It all started when, by chance, he befriended Arthur while racing in Formula 2. Arthur was a nice guy, charming even, but the most important thing about him was that he led you to Oscar.

It was supposed to be an uneventful day. He just had to film some content with Arthur, but Arthur didn't come alone; he brought you with him, his sister. When Oscar first laid eyes on you, he simply knew he had to have you. You looked like an angel who had stepped foot on earth, and not only were you gorgeous, but you were also kind and funny.

"And this is my sister, Y/N," Arthur said as he introduced both of you.

"Hi, Oscar, nice to meet you," you said with an adorable smile as you shook his hand.

Oscar felt his heart race as he shook your hand, captivated by your smile. He took a deep breath, hoping his nerves wouldn’t show too much. “Hi Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you too,” he said, his voice warm but slightly shaky. He added with a shy smile, “I didn't know the Leclercs had a sister.”

And from that day, Oscar's plotting began. You ended up falling for his trap and consequently falling for him. You two started dating after he won F2, and you finished high school. You'd been together ever since.

Oscar’s love for you was intense, almost consuming, but he always had a way of making it seem endearing rather than overbearing. Every moment he spent with you was calculated, a part of his grand design to keep you close, to make you his. He showered you with attention, always knowing what to say and do to make you feel special.

His obsession, though deeply rooted in love, was evident in the way he wanted to know every detail of your day, who you talked to, and where you went. He was your biggest supporter, always encouraging your dreams and goals, but he also subtly ensured that those dreams intertwined with his own.

Oscar loved showing you off, but only on his terms. At public events, his arm was always around you, a subtle message to everyone that you were his. He would whisper sweet nothings in your ear, making you blush and smile, ensuring all eyes were on the two of you, but mainly on how happy you seemed together.

In private, his devotion was even more apparent. He planned elaborate dates, surprised you with thoughtful gifts, and wrote you heartfelt letters. His eyes would light up whenever you entered the room, and he always found a way to touch you, to reassure himself that you were real and you were his.

After the race and debriefing ended, he took you to a secluded spot overlooking the city. The lights below twinkled like stars, and he held you close, his gaze intense yet tender.

“You know, Y/N,” he began, his voice low and earnest, “I don’t think I could do any of this without you. You’re my muse, my reason for everything.”

You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of his words seep into your heart. “I’m happy to be by your side, Oscar.”

His grip tightened slightly, a subtle reminder of his possessiveness. “And I’ll always make sure you stay there,” he whispered, sealing his promise with a passionate kiss.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the intensity of his emotions, his love, and his obsession. It was as if he was pouring all his feelings into that single moment, making you feel cherished and desired. The city lights blurred into a soft glow, and all you could think about was how perfect everything felt in his arms, where you belonged.

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader

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wanderingblindly · 3 months ago

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i come to you humble requesting loscar (this is my hopeful and tentative step towards you writing them jsyk) with prompt 46 (i think?) - a kiss out of envy or jealousy. isn’t it delightful? thank you love you byeeeeee

listen. LISTEN. i tried. i have dipped my toes in and i will continue to do so just for you my darling darling latte <33333 prompts here!

Blue to Green

He can't even be mad at him.

If someone has to reach his goals, goals that seem to live just beyond his fingertips, he wants it to be someone who appreciates it – someone who doesn't make a big deal of it, who accepts it graciously and moves on.

Oscar has been that person his entire life, taking what he always dreamed of, wearing Logan's fantasized accomplishments with a faint smile.

And that's been fine. If it has to be someone, it has to be Oscar. If it has to be someone, it has to be someone that he loves. He's never wished for Oscar to fail so that they could win out of karmic pity – he just wishes they could do it together, that their equation could be balanced, for once.

As he watched Oscar take his P1 pitboard photo with his team – all donning OP1 hats and blinding smiles – his stomach twisted painfully; he looked away, walking back towards his empty garage.

And now, as he waits for Oscar to show up at his hotel room, his stomach does the same. Because in a few minutes time, he'll be face to face with the fact that the man he loves is better than him; he needs to swallow the bitter truth that holding half of his heart means tearing out the other. It's worth it, he muses, to hold Oscar in lieu of a trophy.

He's not certain when they became mutually exclusive, but maybe they are, somehow.

Oscar lets himself in, the noise pulling Logan from his mind.

"Keep you waiting too long?" Oscar asks, smiling as he steps into the room. He's still in his OP1 hat – a fresh one, not soaked in alcohol. It's all Logan can see.

"Nah," He shrugs, getting off the couch to wrap Oscar in a tight hug. They sink against each other, the other's warmth always the perfect melting point. It feels good, Logan reminds himself, to hold Oscar like this. "Congrats, babe," Logan mumbles into Oscar's neck, breathing in the lingering zing of his podium champagne.

Oscar hums in thanks, gripping around Logan's torso tighter.

Somewhere, in the back of Logan's mind, he wonders if Oscar ever wants to say sorry.

He's not sure if that would make it worse, this festering ache in his bones.

They stay like that for too long, wrapped in each other's arms. Eventually, almost to prove to himself that he still can, Logan places a gentle kiss to the soft spot behind Oscar's ear. He tells himself that he tastes the remnants of his celebration, and tells himself that maybe it'll be enough – that it will have to be enough, if he doesn't want to lose this, too.

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myjealouseyes · 11 months ago

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Drabble request from Anon: Fame!AU where Harry wins his first Oscar for Best Actor and Wolfstar!daughter is his date.

Harry doesn’t tear his eyes away from you once as he says his speech. You helped him practice it the whole way to the award ceremony, having no doubt he’d need it. Harry was an amazing actor. Anyone who watched his films could feel the passion he had for his craft through the way he brought his characters to life; making it feel as if you were walking through with them. That’s one of the things that earned him his very first Oscar award.

As Harry continues his speech you can’t stop beaming at him. You were so proud of him and happy he was getting the recognition he deserved. Harry thanks his family, his friends, and of course, all his fans, but right before he walks off stage a dopey smile forms on his face.

“And I would like to thank my love and muse, y/n. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.” Your heart warms at his words and you blow him a kiss.

#harry james potter x wolfstar!daughter #harry james potter x y/n #harry james potter x you #harry james potter imagine #harry james potter x reader

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vanemando15 · 2 years ago

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A New Life

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actor Reader

Word Count: 6k

Rating Mature - 18+ ONLY

Genre: angst

A/n: It’s been a minute. I took a little break from writing. Life has been busy but as soon as I saw Pedro at the Oscars I immediately got inspired to write this fic. Thank you to the amazing @musings-of-a-rose for never allowing me to quit and helping me with this.

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. The apartment was pitch black. You had cried yourself to sleep as soon as you got in. After the emotional roaster that you had been on, you finally decide to get out of bed. Walking in a daze, on autopilot you made your way to the kitchen, where you realized that this was no longer how the home that it once was before. After making some coffee, you started packing all your stuff into luggage, waiting for your agent Chloe to come to help you. This time, there was no music pumping or him grabbing you to dance while you were cleaning or cooking. It was just you, alone, in a quiet apartment that you and Pedro once shared.

After so many years spent together, now that it's over, you were left feeling confused and, honestly, lost.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

Your phone was blowing up with text messages from Pedro.

Text Message - 11:29 a.m. Pedro - A, please answer me

Text Message - 11:30 a.m. Pedro - A, you left last night without letting me know.

Text Message - 11:31 a.m. Pedro - A, I know you're upset but please answer me to let me know you're ok.

Text Message - 11:32 a.m. Pedro - Please answer me! I’m worried about you.

Text Message - 11:33 a.m. Pedro - I love you.

You angrily grab your phone and throw it against the wall, letting out your emotions with a loud scream.

“Anna! Are you ok? What happened?”

Chloe, your agent, opens the door of the apartment and runs towards you, seeing you collapsed on the floor, chest heaving, and in tears.

“You called me last night. Said that you were heading back from Calgary. Did something happen with you and Pedro? What happened? Why is Pedro calling me to see where you are?”

Chloe brought you up from the floor and sat you down on the sofa as she went and grabbed some water to help calm you down.

It was real. It really happened. All the hurt, all the pain was being turned into rage, bubbling up inside of you.

How can you move on from this?

Four years ago……

You never thought you'd give up your stable job in Miami to pursue acting. Being an award winning actress was something you'd always dreamed of, but taking the leap was never in the picture. When one of your good friends told you about an opportunity for a role in a show you took the chance and went to audition for it. They offered you the role on the spot, which was the final push you needed to give your dream a chance. After a couple of roles, you were excited when you got a small part in a new show called The Mandalorian. It wasn’t a major role, but you were to interact with the Mandalorian and bounty hunter, Din Djarin, who is played by Pedro Pascal. You had no clue who Pedro is, but you do know you're more than excited to be in a Star Wars series.

Prior to filming the scene, you were to meet up with Pedro to quickly run through your lines and placement. As you were preparing hair and makeup, he popped into the trailer to introduce himself.

“Um, hi. Are you Anna?”

“Hi! Yes I am.”

“Oh hi! I'm Pedro. It's so nice to meet you.”

He extended his hand and as you were presenting yours a shock came between the both of you at the touch of his hand sending you jumping out of your seat.

“I'm so sorry! I guess I have too much static in my clothes."

He ran his hand through his hair nervously but covered with a beautiful smile that made your cheeks warm up.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck today and hope to talk to you more."

“Thank you for that. I hope so too."

As he attempted to walk out he slipped on the stairs to the trailer and hit his back on one of the steps.

“Oh my God! Pedro, are you ok?" You went to go help him, but he quickly got up and acted like nothing had happened.

“No no no, I’m good, I just wasn’t paying attention! See ya!” Embarrassed, he quickly left the trailer and shut the door.

You smiled and giggled from just what had happened but carried on finishing hair and makeup before they called you up.

After a long day of shooting, your scenes were done and finally were heading home where a bowl of cereal and a pair of pjs were calling your name. As you were getting closer to your car, you noticed a strange person pacing themselves back and forth by it. He was wearing thick square glasses with a dark blue long sleeve crew neck sweater, khaki shorts with colored stripe socks, and sneakers. If that didn’t give out sketchy stalker vibes then what will? The nerves started kicking in as you started reaching for your pepper spray inside your purse.

From afar you started raising your voice to give a fair warning.

“Umm hello, whoever you are! I just want to let you know that I have pepper spray in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it?”

“Hi Anna! It's me, Pedro."

Relieved but a little confused, you looked around expecting to see someone else. But the only people in the parking lot were you and Pedro.

“Ummm, hiiiii! Were you waiting here for me or someone else? Because I saw that you were walking back and forth by my car?”

“Shit, sorry to scare you like that. I mean yeah I was actually waiting for you”.

Taken back by what he just said “You were?”

He started laughing but in a cute flirtatious way. “Actually, I asked my assistant to ask when you were done filming so that I could track you down. I wanted to see if I could take you out for dinner."

Shocked, you let out a small chuckle. "Are you serious? Why me? Wait - how long have you been waiting for me?"

“Half an hour." He replied.

“Pedro, you should have gotten my number!" You laughed.

His fingers brush his mustache nervously .

“I think we clicked this morning and we hit it off when we were shooting. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you so I had to track you down."

“I think we hit it off as well. But next time get my number. Don't be getting all stalker mode.”

He let out the biggest laugh that made you smile.

“So is that a yes?” he asks as he puts on the cutest puppy face to try and convince you.

“Oh no, how can I resist that puppy face? Of course I would love to go out to dinner with you."

He took you to a Cuban restaurant in LA because you had mentioned to him during takes that you were home sick and missed your mom’s cooking. Not wasting any time you ordered a rum and coke as soon as the waiter came in. Not sure if this was a first date you were in sure need of liquid.

“Rum and coke?” Pedro asked.

“Yes, it's my go to drink and plus I'm a little nervous,” you replied.

He chuckled “Nervous? Would it be weird if I'm kinda nervous too?.”

Shocked and taken off guard you quickly lift your glass and chug half of your drink.

Well this should be fun, you thought.

“So tell me why are you single?” he bluntly asked you as he picked up his beer. He looked so relaxed asking you such a personal question.

“Straight to the hardcore questions I see, Mr. Pascal.” You jokingly tell him.

“Life has been complicated for me and the cards never aligned with me. It’s hard to find someone to settle down with in this city.” you explained to him.

Pedro pushes his glasses back “Well….. maybe we can change that.”

“Maybe we will.” as you looked at him while taking your drink.

The night went on as the both of you were telling jokes, talking about each other's lives, interests and you come to find out that the both of you have a lot in common. Flirtation was on high alert between the both of you.

While waiting for the check he popped open his phone and scooted close to you and brought you close to him. He turned on the camera of the phone and put the selfie mode and the both of you got together cheek to cheek and took a picture.

“What is this for? Just in case you murder me and you have an alibi? Plus do you know that you are taking video and not camera?” you joked.

“Oh crap I always do this wrong.” He quickly changes the photo mode and takes the picture. As he took out his wallet to pay the bill he presented his other hand to you and said “To answer your question I want to take a picture of us because it would be something that we can look back on as a reminder of our first date.” The biggest smile came from you as you believed he was hinting something to you.

The two of you made your way through the neighborhood towards your apartment complex.

You arrive at your doorstep, turn to him with a twisted smile, not sure what to do next.

“Well this is my place. Thank you for tonight Pedro. I really had a good time tonight.”

Pedro smiled at you “I had an amazing night too, Anna. It feels good to go out with someone new that I can get to know and maybe more.” As he inches closer to you the keys from your purse slipped out as you were searching for them. Pedro grabbed them and his wrist accidently brushed your ankle and you instantly gulped, his touch made you weak in the knees.

He presents you your keys and his hand brushes your palm as he places the keys on your hands “I believe you need this.”

“Clumsy me,” you blush.

Pedro slowly approaches you once more “Just a little clumsy but it's cute.”

He places a soft short kiss and slowly retreats back a few inches and the both of you are stuck looking deep into each other's eyes. Without hesitation, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into an intense kiss. His energy matches yours by the roughness and gentleness that the both of you were having. He gently grabbed your neck and pulled you even more to him and the kiss grew to become more passionate. The both of you fall back against your apartment door. Your hands glide through his curls. You tease him by slightly biting his lower lip and in return he wanders his hands all over your body. The intensity was getting fierce between the both of you. When all of a sudden-

“Umm excuse me Miss?” The apartment complex security interrupted the moment.

Your lips departed from his and the both of you started giggling as Pedro placed his chin on your forehead to brush out the embarrassment as the both of you waited for the security guard to leave.

Letting go of his hand, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek “I gotta go but thank you again. I hope for more soon.”

You open the door, walk in and slowly turn back to him “Good night Pedro.”

Your life was never the same after that date.

While your relationship with Pedro flourished, so did both of your careers. After the first season of The Mandalorian, Pedro went on to do several movies while you got several acting jobs that gave you the status per the tabloids of “Rising Stars to Watch”. After 2 years in the business you finally scored your big break in the role of a lifetime. You were cast as a series regular in Law and Order SVU. Filming for the show was done in New York which meant that you had to move from Hollywood to New York. This was a secret that you wanted to share with Pedro but you were waiting for the right time to share it with him.

New Year's Eve 2019…

Pedro’s best friend Oscar invited you and Pedro to spend New Years with them in his apartment in New York. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to share the good news with Pedro. On the night of the party right before the clock struck 12, you pulled Pedro to the side and finally told him about the casting news and he couldn’t control his excitement. He grabbed you and twirled you around as the clock was striking 12 and in that moment he told you the words that you were waiting for him to tell you.

“I love you A.”

You ran your hand across his little curl that was hanging in his face and you repeated the words back to him, “I love you.” and he gave you the most passionate kiss.

He asked you to move into his apartment because he didn’t want you living alone when he had a place that he could share with you. Moving in with your famous boyfriend was a big step in your relationship but you felt that things happened for a reason so you accepted his offer to move in with him.

One of the things that you loved and respected about Pedro was that he didn’t share his personal life events in social media. But he was so excited that he asked Oscar to take a picture of the both of you and in that moment, he posted the picture with a cop and heart emoji next to it.

For the next three years, New York was your home for personal and work. Life for you was going exponentially well. Hard work was finally paying off when after two seasons you received your first Emmy nomination for your role in Law and Order. As your professional life was increasing in fame you were in an amazing relationship with an amazing man. Pedro was becoming the leading man in Hollywood with roles from The Bubble to The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and he became the top notch actor when he was cast in the leading role of a lifetime as Joel Miller in The Last of Us.

Crazy schedules between the both of you became the new norm for the both of you. Even though you had gotten used to the hectic schedule, it was taking a toll on your relationship and the spark wasn’t there as it used to be. While he was in Calgary filming, you had decided to go visit him because you had the weekend off. You wanted to speak to Pedro about the concerns you had.

It was a cold spring day when you arrived in Calgary. You had called his assistant to check his schedule so that you could surprise him. They led you to his apartment that he was staying at in Calgary and you just waited for him to arrive. It was going to be a while until he arrived so you took advantage and took a nap.

The next day….

You were awoken by the sound of a key entering the door knob. You quickly react and look at your watch and it shows 6am the next day. What had turned out to be a couple of hours ended up being the next day. You were only going to be there 3 days and you just lost one whole day.

As he walked towards the living room he saw you on the sofa and was shocked by your presence.

“Babe? What are you doing here?”

Slowly getting up from the sofa, you gave him a kiss to greet him. “Well, I came to surprise you and I had asked your assistant what your schedule was and she had told me that it was only a couple of hours of shooting so I decided to wait here for you. I laid down and I fell asleep.”

Pedro looked tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Yeah we had a long shoot and we finished a couple of hours ago. I just came straight here.”

Bothered by his response “Did your assistant tell you that there was something for you at the apartment?”

“I mean they did but I didn't know it was you. Why didn’t you just call me?”

“Well you barely called or text me today, Pedro, or I would have just told you.”

Pedro slumped himself into the sofa and didn’t look at you. It had been almost a month since the last time the both of you had seen each other.

You got up and faced him:

“Ok something is going on. Pedro, is something wrong with you? Are you ok?”

It was in that moment as tired as he was that he told you that he thinks that the both of you need space. He felt at the moment that with everything going between the both of you and careers that it was best that you take some time apart to concentrate on your careers. Asking when he came to that realization and he expressed that he had been thinking about it for a couple of months but didn’t want to break your heart and never had the moment to tell you. Unexpected by the words and really shocked that he wanted to end the relationship, you didn’t wait to react. You quickly grab your stuff and leave the apartment without saying a word to Pedro and head back to the airport to catch the first flight back to New York.

You hadn’t shed a tear yet since the bad news and you were just building it up inside until you arrived at the apartment.

Current day…

“Ready to go A?”

“What? Umm yeah. I'm just grabbing my purse.”

Slowly passing your finger on the frame that held that selfie picture from your first date. The last tear you would shed comes down your cheek and was quickly wiped away as you place the frame back on the stand.

“I’m ready. Let’s go Chloe, I need to get out of this place.”

Four years of memories all cramped into luggage. You took one last look at the apartment as you unclipped the apartment key from your keys and placed it on the table stand. Not leaving a note was the best thing you did. Before you shut the lights and closed the door, you took one last look and quietly said “Goodbye old life” and shut the door.

3 months later ……

Award season had commenced and you were busy attending the majority of events. Solo of course. Pedro hadn’t mentioned to the media about the breakup and neither did you. Every red carpet you attended, when a question was asked about him, you would just lie and say he was busy filming in Calgary and that was the reason he couldn't attend. With every question that was asked about him, you would swallow your emotions and try your best to not let it get to you.

The Emmys finally arrived and it was the event you had been anticipating. It ended up being the best night of your life because you won the Emmy you were nominated for. While everyone was expecting Pedro to be there, you brought your assistant as your date to the awards show. Looking beautiful in a gorgeous gown, you walk up the stairs to the podium to accept your award. In your speech, you were able to thank everyone - friends, family, cast, and agent, but no mention of Pedro. You returned to your seat where you would look at your phone which had endless missed calls and text messages but the one text or call that you really wanted never came in. Disappointed as you were, it wasn't going to let you drag the night. Arriving back to your hotel at 4am from celebrating in the after parties, right before you jump into your bed, the phone dings with a new text message. When you take a look you were surprised by who it was:

New Text Message 4:30am - Pedro - “Congrats A! You deserve it. All my love. P”

The message was there staring back at you. Should you text back? Should you not? Every single question arises from this one text from him but in the end you shut the phone off and went to sleep.

The next two months you were filming in Venice for a new movie with Bradley Cooper. Keeping busy keeps you focused and not thinking about Pedro. A month into filming you had seen Pedro’s instagram that he was also in Venice filming a new commercial for a video game. But while the temptation was there for the both of you, neither one texted or called each other to meet up. While the gossip columns were creating rumors that there was an off screen romance with Bradley Cooper, and that he was your rebound from Pedro, you were always to laugh when you would hear such ridiculous rumors.

You were asked to be a presenter at the Oscars, which was an amazing and exciting opportunity for you. Looking your best was your number one priority. Valentino had called you up and wanted to dress you for the event which made you excited, but also more nervous about going. When they presented you a rough draft of the dress, you were amazed by the presentation of the dress and how it showed off all your curves, which was exactly what you were looking for.

A week before you were told that the last batch of presenters were announced, lo and behold, Pedro Pascal is one of them. In the height of his fame, between all his projects, of course he would be a presenter. A knot in your stomach came about from the news.

Will he speak to me?

Will he bring someone?

Oscar Day…

Oscar prep day was mayhem. You spent the whole day prepping. Immense pressure was building up as this was a once in a lifetime event and you wanted to look your ultimate best. Nerves were starting to creep as you settled in behind the SUV. Your hands were slick with sweat from nerves of going to this and at the same time seeing Pedro for the first since the breakup. As the SUV arrived at the Roosevelt Hotel, you felt like throwing up. Not only were you nervous about being here, you were tormented by the fact of running into him after so much time. As the driver walks around to open the door, one word pops out as you slowly whisper to yourself.

“Showtime”

The door is open and the whole audience looks at you and starts screaming and shouting your name. As you walked to the carpet you put on the biggest smile and wave to the crowd.

Chloe had prepped you on what to do and where to go on the carpet. It felt like a video game that you had to battle through and get to the finish line. The finish line was the champagne carpet. Making your way through the red carpet, you took pictures with your fans and made your way through the interviewing portion. Still feeling overwhelmed and starstruck, the nerves kick into high gear when you arrive at your first reporter. The typical questions were asked:

“How are you doing?”

“Who are you wearing?”

“Who are you excited to see?”

The first two sets of interviews went by like a breeze. The champagne carpet was getting closer and closer as you finished each interview. No personal questions had been asked, but you were dreading the questions that would come from Entertainment Tonight. They would typically ask gossip questions and it wasn’t so much about the fashion. The interview started smooth:

“Anna, you look stunning. One of the best dressed of the night! I’m sure everyone’s jaws dropped as soon as you walked on the red carpet.”

“Well, thank you for that. It’s all the work of my amazing team that helped me get ready.”

“Are we riding solo tonight?” - the question she was dreaded to be asked.

“Well, by date if you mean this nice Bulgari necklace that came along with the bodyguard then no I am not riding solo.” The interviewer laughed at your response and followed up with another question.

“Speaking of solo, there has been speculation that you and Pedro were possibly back together since the both of you are here today. Is that rumor true or should we put the rumor to rest?”

You instantly cringed.

“Well I didn't know that he was coming tonight. Whatever happened between myself and Pedro is for us to keep private. It was a mutual decision to just stay friends. I am sure we will bump into each other tonight and we will be able to catch up. I know he has been busy the past couple of months so it will be great to see him.”

The reporter turned to the camera while you stared at her in the background “Well guys, there's a shot for you now. Good luck to all.” You giggled at her comment as she turned back to you.

“Before you go, I want to congratulate you on the movie you are doing with Bradley Cooper.”

“Oh thank you.”

“I heard there was a romance. With everything that has gone with your personal life, how did you get ready for this role?”

“With everything that has changed in my life the past year, whether professionally or personally, I have been able to use that experience and incorporated that into this role. Filming this movie has been a learning experience and being around veteran actors like Bradley has helped me become a better actor.”

“Well, that is going to be an amazing movie and I cannot wait to see it! Thank you so much and have a great evening.”

The interview concluded and a huge relief fell off your shoulders. The champagne carpet was next and then you are home free. The Champagne Carpet was just all photographers flashing lights and screaming your name to take different angles of you. Carefully, you walked to where there was a star placed on the floor which was where you were to stand. Everyone was completely mesmerized by your appearance. The stunning silk red beaded dress hugged all your curves. The dress featured a leg slit that was bound to make people’s jaw drop. To finish your look, you wore a matching necklace along with a pair of red stunner heels. As you posed for pictures, the paparazzi started screaming for your attention.

“Lady in red! Hey Anna over here!”

“Anna! Anna! Over here please!”

Feeling in the moment, you didn’t care who was calling your name. You made sure that every angle was taken of you and your gorgeous dress.

As you were finalizing the last couple of shots, a change of phase was done and all of sudden the name you didn’t expect to hear was starting to be shouted.

“Pedro! Pedro! Pedro!”

With a smile on your face as pictures were taken of you, you just felt frozen and wanted to quickly get out of there. There he was, a few feet from you. You felt your blood was rushing from your head to your heart. Seeing him for the first time since the day you ran out of the Calgary apartment reminded you that whatever life you had shared with him in the past was just the past.

Taking a quick glance you saw him looking remarkably handsome. His hair was slicked back. He was wearing a fitted black tailored tuxedo with a white stand-collar shirt. Rings? Were those rings he was wearing? He reminded you of Dieter Bravo role with the rings. He had a ring on his left hand like a wedding band. Did he get married? Your chest started to compress on thinking that thought and not knowing if that was true. Did he come with a date? His wife?

In a split second, you swallowed a sigh of relief.

“Javiera, big smile! What is it like coming with your brother?”

“Javiera! Pedro! Over here!”

Chloe noticed that you were trying to get out of there and quickly called your name before you cracked under pressure. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Pedro was starting to head to you and Chloe grabbed you so fast to take you out that Pedro didn’t catch your attention.

“Anna, everything ok?” Your eyes wandered again back to Pedro as you saw him still taking pictures.

“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go inside.” You nodded your head as it made you believe your flat out lie you were telling yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was to give the press newsworthy gossip.

Luckily, they placed the both of you in different areas in the theater so there was no interaction between you. During the ceremony, you would engage and fangirl with all the celebrities that you met. Despite trying not to cross paths with Pedro, you had an overall good time at the ceremony.

Few hours later, after the ceremony

If there was an after party that one had to be invited to, it was the Vanity Fair party. You made your way through the carpet and into the party. Once you were given directions and you were inside the party, you headed straight to the bar to grab a drink.

“Rum and coke please?”

As you were waiting for a drink a strong hand grasped your wrist. You instantly turned and were taken back by who was in front of you.

“Oh shit did I scare you? I'm so sorry.” Pedro directed you.

Completely off guard, you grinned at him. In that moment, you really wanted to fall into his arms and give him the biggest kiss, but held back. Though you were still hurting from the breakup you were still in love with him.

You laughed “No way! You didn’t scare me.”

He started getting giddy and sounded nervous as he complimented how you looked. As the place started getting crowded, Pedro moved closer to you.

“How have you been? I know we haven’t spoken since that day. I have been wanting to reach out but I figured you didn’t want to talk to me.”

Looking directly into his eyes and not wanting to let your emotions out, you respond to his comment to be as real as it could get.

“I've been fine. Keeping myself busy with work.”

“I noticed. Your movie with Bradley looks amazing. I’m really proud of you. You have come so far from being an extra on Mando.”

You gave him a meaningful smile. The music started getting louder and it was getting difficult to talk or hear each other. Pedro got even closer and now he was inches from your face. He slowly moved his lips over to you and whispered “I would like to catch up with you if that’s ok with you? Save me a dance ok?”

It was clear both of you wanted each other. As he gradually touched your arm a shock came across the both of you.

“Ouch! Are you ok A?”

Rubbing your arm from that tingling sensation you laugh and smile at him.

“I guess we always shock ourselves.”

The party was electric. Champagne was flowing from wall to wall. Award winners were showing off their new accessory to everyone who was in attendance, while you enjoyed partying it up on the dance floor. Pedro was sitting close by and his eyes were on you as you danced with everyone in your vicinity. You knew he was watching, so you took the chance to dance the best way that would attract his attention. His close presence wasn’t going to let you ruin your night. The DJ was on point with the music that they were playing when all of a sudden the dj drops “Let’s Go Crazy.”

Shit, Oh no! This is one of his favorite songs!

Right when the first verse commenced, you felt a strong grip grab and turn you around.

“Can I have this dance?” You nodded. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into him. The both of you sway to the rhythm of the music. You place your arms around his shoulders, bringing you closer to each other. Everyone is for sure looking at the both of you. As the music continues, both of you had your eyes locked on each other. Things were heating between the both of you. His lips looked so delicious and you want to take a bite of it. The tension between you was orgasmic, making you breathless when the song abruptly ends.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. You nod your head up and down. He lays his hand on your side and brings you closer and places his lips on yours. It had been seven months since you last kissed him and yet this kiss felt like the first time he kissed you on that first date.

Backing away from him you realize this was wrong.

“I miss you A,” he quietly told you.

Seemingly confused, you let go of hands. He was probably talking nonsense. It was clear that the both of you wanted each other and alcohol was not helping the situation. He inched closer towards you again and glided his hand down your back, his fingers warm where your skin was exposed, pulling you closer to try and kiss you again.

“I can’t do this.”

Picking up your dress, you headed outside to get some air. The air felt crisp as you placed your hands on the edge of the balcony rail looking out to the flashing LA lights. Your chest started compacting. Breathing was becoming shorter. The lights were starting to become extremely bright and you were losing sense of what was going on with you and started to feel like you were going to faint.

Were you losing your mind?

Were you having a panic attack?

Did you drink too much?

Don’t make a scene at the Oscars. You can’t be on the front page.

Placing your hand on your chest, you quickly tried to calm yourself when suddenly Pedro saw and quickly ran towards you.

“Hey, hey! Look at me. It’s me. It’s me. Breathe, baby girl! Breathe, baby girl!” He slowly placed his hands on your cheeks as you looked into his eyes to calm down. The breathing started to slow back down, the flashing lights started to dim and come back to normal. Pedro grabbed you carefully and sat you down as he went to grab you some water. After a couple of breaths, you felt reality slowly coming back to you.

He hands you the glass and sits next to you.

“Are you ok?’’

You nodded.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong? Was it the kiss?”

“No, no. The kiss was ….” you paused and turned to look at his gorgeous face. “It was amazing. It reminded me of when we first kissed. But it just felt wrong.”

He slowly grabs your hands and your fingers intertwine with his.

“I miss you, A. What I did was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you go.” His eyes are pleading and wide just like a lost dog wanting to be loved again.

Your heart starts to race. “P, I don’t think I can do this again.”

“Why not?” As he continued to plead to you. “You don’t love me anymore? That kiss that we had back there showed me that there is still something between us. Don’t you want that again?”

“Pedro, you decided to end this relationship. When I came back to New York I cried for you. I didn't know what to do or how to feel about myself.” Your heart starts racing even more and the tension is rising but you didn’t want to make a scene in front of people, so you hold yourself together.

“Look. I didn’t come to this event hoping to see you after all this time. I just can’t deal with this. You're just too late Pedro.”

As you start to walk away from him, he grabs you once again. “You don’t mean that A,” he tells you with his glossy eyes. “I wasn’t thinking right when I told you that.” He doesn’t make eye contact with you. “I was just tired and overwhelmed by everything going on with my life. This show is brutal and kicking my ass but I want it to be perfect. I just lost myself in it. Everyday I woke up and I felt out of place. I feel empty inside and it's because you aren’t with me.”

Visually upset, you rush towards him. “P, you could have talked to me, told me how you feel. I could have taken days off from the show to be together. But you didn’t do that. You just decided not to be with me. Four years! Four years of growing and experiencing life moments together and all for what? I don’t want to be with someone that can’t be open and then leaves them high and dry when things become difficult. I just can’t do that and I'm done with this.”

Wanting to get out of there, you quickly pick up your dress and started heading back towards the party, when you feel a hand pulling your shoulder around, spinning your whole body the opposite direction. His lips pushed against yours and his hands rested on your cheeks. You pull back after what felt like an eternity and look at his face. What you saw were sad eyes that made your heart ache. “A, I need you, I love you and I’m sorry.” You just needed to say it back.

Say it.

You need him, you love him and you forgive him.

But you don’t want to get hurt again. You slowly give his hands a slight squeeze and let them go.

“I love you P but I just can’t.” Your voice cracks as a tear finally gives way and slips down the side of your face as you walked past him, leaving Pedro all alone in the balcony as you disappeared into the crowd.

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drivestraight · 4 days ago

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I just read your ask about your evolving writing style, and I have to say, the way you describe it perfectly explains why you're such an exceptional writer. Your deep understanding of the dynamics you want to explore—whether it's Lestappen or Norstapia—and your dedication to constantly reflecting on and refining your craft is truly inspiring. It's also interesting to me how Max being your muse allows your writing to shift and change as I feel like you always find a unique way to make your works center around him. Ahh I just adore your writing and Max so much.

thank you! i think one thing i'm really interested in recently is focusing on and experimenting with different character dynamics. like while i do love me a good trope, it's just a lot of fun at the current moment to see like. how different circumstances can push a character in one direction or another, how the things out of their control will cause them to try to take control back in interesting and sometimes devastating ways. how you can start with these like, a very base-level understanding of What sort of person a character is, and how you can unpack/unravel/change that by using other people and plot events as a sort of impetus, external variables, in a way.

and yeah... max... aside from the max POV fics i've written (wow i've only written like. 3 max POV fics on my main pseud HAHA for some reason i thought there'd be more). in all of my fics where he has a starring role i really do like to see how i can center a fic around him, even when + especially when he's not the main character. whether it's like in ETA where it's oscar trying to live up to the ghost of who he is to f1/trying to fill his shoes / or in anatomy of a joke where oscar can't handle or even really understand who max is to lando / winning mentality where it's max in the peripheral of george's life but actually becoming the impetus for him getting over alex / the whole behemoth that was objects in mirror, etc. We'll see what i come up with next HAHA. he really is my muse... i love him... and he's so especially interesting to me because i see him as this. really stable figure who's really like. sturdy and confident and has pretty much completed his sports shounen anime main character arc. but he's still this larger than life character who takes up all the space in every room he enters. even in the fics where he IS the narrator to me it's like. there's less internality in his narration/pov because there isn't much internal conflict, and it's very outward focused/desire focused, etc. which is an interesting standpoint in the first place: a story from the eyes of a guy who isn't tearing himself apart over anything, because he doesn't need to, not anymore

#writing meta

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denimbex1986 · 2 months ago

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'REVIEW: ALL OF US STRANGERS

4/5

Strangers Things.

105 Mins. Starring: Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Jamie Bell & Claire Foy. Screenplay & Director: Andrew Haigh. On: Hulu & Disney +.

"Tortured Writers". That was apparently the name of the group chat Taylor Swift's ex-boyfriend, actor Joe Alwyn was in that inspired the name of her latest hit album 'The Tortured Poets Department', that like her 'Eras Tour' has taken the Summer by storm. The group chat, rumoured to also have the company of leading actors Andrew Scott and Paul Mescal. Make of it what you will, but the 'Fleabag' "Sexy Priest" and 'Sherlock' Moriarty star is together with the Laurence Olivier Award-winning Stanley Kowalski in a revival of Tennessee Williams' 'A Streetcar Named Desire' play, not to mention, the man set to play Paul McCartney in a movie about The Beatles, for 'All Of Us Strangers'. Strange days indeed, as Macca's mate John would say.

No one told you there'd be dreams like this. And the less said about the fantasy fever dream of Andrew Haigh's Fox Searchlight picture 'All Of Us Strangers' now streaming on Hulu, and therefore Disney Plus too, the better. And that's not because it's bad. Quite the opposite, in fact, as it deserves its flowers in a time when 'Saltburn' seems to have taken its bathwater. What? Just because people are crying, "woke" at movies and property that are evidently box-ticking for likes, hits and profit, you can't have two real stories that celebrate love in all its forms at the same time? Please! This is like when Netflix all but shelved 'Shirley' and the civil rights movement of that icon after the popularity of their Oscar worthy 'Rustin'. Sometimes a story needs to be told, no matter if people think they've seen it all before. And the key idea here? They haven't. And not just because this six time BAFTA nominee and top ten indie films of last year's National Board of Review is still an unsung hero.

It's just because if we say too much, like in all good relationships, we'll simply spoil it. And we don't want to do that in a film that is close to burning you like Mescal's mesmerizing 'Aftersun', and that's in beautiful black and white for you like Scott's new nuance Netflix take on Patricia Highsmith's 'Ripley'. Andrew's amazing acting floors you, just like Paul's powerful moments that knock you off your feet. All in evoking emotions that pound your heart until no dry eyes remain. These two talents are the past, present and future of great British films and acting acclaim. Much like supporting stars Jamie Bell ('Film Stars Don't Die In Liverpool') and Claire Foy ('The Crown'), who are so heartbreakingly beautiful, we can't reveal anything more about their characters. Not just because we'll give the game away, but because we'll give way to tears.

Searchlight streaming at Mickey's house like 'Rye Lane' or an 'Empire Of Light' for your United Kingdom of film, Haigh's most revelatory work since '45 Years' is based on 'Strangers', the Japanese novel from Taichi Yamada. The 'In Search Of A Distant Voice' novelist and screenwriter (whose 'Strangers' was adapted for a second time (the first being the Japanese movie 'The Discarnates' of 1988) here by Andrew) sadly passed away last November. We hope we got to see this blossoming and beautiful tribute to his story before he passed. Because we're sure he would have been moved. We're also sure he got an early look at a film that only came out in Japan to begin this year after its August UK release ahead of the awards season it was crowned in.

Scott's London lonely screenwriter finds love with his muse in Mescal. All in the solitude of a cold concrete block of flats that seems to be inhabited by only this pair and their reflections in the mirror of the lifts that take them there. And you thought 'High-Rise was strange. But as you iron The Kinks out, "strangers on this road we are on, we are not two, we are one." And the power of love between these two characters could send Frankie back to Hollywood. Let alone keep the vampires from your door in a devoted dedication. This truly is a force from above and one you should make your goal in this life that is all about love. Man to woman. Woman to man. Woman to woman. Man to man. It's all as familiar as family. When you're strangers, all it takes is that first moment to reach across, as we try to touch. And reach for something deeper. Each and all of us...'

#All of Us Strangers #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Frankie Goes to Hollywood #“The Power of Love”#Andrew Haigh #Fleabag #Moriarty #Sherlock #Hot Priest #Hulu #Disney+#BAFTA #National Board of Review #45 Years #Strangers #Taichi Yamada

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rosewaterandivy · 11 months ago

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“And the Oscar goes to…” Michelle’s voice echoes through the theater as she pops open the envelope. He eyes quickly flit across the page as her lips quirk up in a smile, “Steve Harrington - Reprisal!”

You’re on your feet, a little wobbly due to the heels, and yanking Steve up by his collar only to positively kiss him stupid. Not that he minds, he is down for making out with you anytime, anywhere - no questions asked.

As you part, you let loose a wet laugh and smooth down the lapels of his suit. “Fuck, you did it,” You breathe out, teary eyes meeting his, “You magnificent bastard.”

He kisses you once more for good measure, before he’s headed up on stage. Eddie claps him on the back and lets out an ear piercing whistle, while Liz gives him a beatific grin.

The statuette is thrust into his hand, the heft of it something unexpected. Manages to wrangle a slip of paper from his pocket and not curse into the mic as he begins to speak.

“Oh wow,” he breathes, “Thank you so much. Um, I’d like to thank the academy and my fellow nominees, it’s an honor to be mentioned in the same breath as you all.”

Steve clears his throat and wishes his hands would stop shaking. He finds you in the crowd, someone popped a bottle of Moet and passed it to you, your lips curled around the rim as you tipped it back. He huffs a laugh at your antics before continuing.

“I have to thank my team, Robin and Dustin, I wouldn’t be here without you. As well as our wonderful cast and crew who kept us going. To Liz for lovingly crafting such a magnificent script and kicking my ass when needed. And Eddie,” He locks eyes with him, “From Hawkins to here, who would’ve thought? You’re the best friend a guy could ask for, and an even better wingman.”

Eddie cackles at that, nudging you with an elbow and a wink. You give him an award winning smile and pass the bottle. Steve’s pause is a bit pronounced only because he can’t stop looking at you.

His cup overflows with love and adoration of you - his muse, his sweetheart, mother of his children, light of his life—

“Fuck,” he sighs, knowing that the tears aren’t far behind. “I made it this far without crying, I’ll take that as a win,” he laughs along with audience. “I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the reason I’m standing in front of you today. Cherry,” he addresses you alone now, lets everyone else fall away.

“God, you look good tonight. Thank you for everything honey.” He picks up the pace knowing that the faster he gets through it, the quicker he can be by your side. “I still can’t believe you agreed to date me, much less marry me and give us such a beautiful, wonderful family. Speaking of which—“ He looks down camera, “Eden and Ezra, I adore you both and you bring out the best in me. And I sincerely hope, for all our sakes, that you’re sleeping right now.”

Steve can bear the music and rolls his eyes, “Promise I’ll be quick,” he promises. “Like you said babe,” he catches you eye again, a mischievous tilt to his lips, “I am a magnificent bastard who’s won the Oscar and I’m pretty sure that means the twins get a sibling.”

The crowd roars at that and you nearly topple over in fits of laughter.

“I’m taking that as a yes. Okay, you’re nodding— that’s good. I love you soso much. Thank you all, good night!”

Hm. So. Modern actor! Steve Harrington being nominated for an Oscar (Best Actor, obviously). He’s been nominated and lost out on Best Supporting Actor before and he’s been an attendee and presenter a few times over the years, but he’s nervous about this nomination in particular.

Maybe it’s because there’s a bit more on the line now, you’ve been married a few years and the twins, Eden and Ezra, are turning two soon. Eddie’s girlfriend Liz penned the script, which was miraculously picked up by A24, and somehow you and Ed had been roped into overseeing the score/soundtrack. Liz had been hesitant to bring Steve on even though all the other actors auditions and self-tapes paled in comparison.

They had a whole lunch about it - it was a *to do* in every sense of the word.

But once he read the script, Steve knew that role had to be his. Because the emotional thrust of the film was inspired by you and the chaotic unfolding of his relationship with you. It wasn’t so obvious at first glance, but if you knew where to look, it was clear as day.

All the love you’d had for one another, your little ragtag bunch of dreamers - Eddie, Steve, Liz, and you - found its way onto the pages of this script. It was a love letter to you and for you, with every word.

And Steve would be damned if he didn’t fight tooth and nail to be a part of it.

Bringing home the Oscar was no different. Besides, he had a little side bet riding on it. Maybe he cajoled you into potentially contemplating having another kid (or two) after one too many glasses of Syrah.

And maybe you’d agreed with the stipulation of: “Okay stud. I’ll think about it if you win the Oscar, but then and only then.”

He’d started the campaign in earnest the very next day. Now all that was left was it being it all home. And if there’s one thing Steve Harrington does, it’s win.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #modern actor!steve

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oleksiak-pettersson · 3 years ago

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Hey boo, it’s me again. Write the blurb you thought of at work today. The dad Petey one

You wince slightly as the Oiler player slashes at your husband. It had been a pretty rough game so far, for the Oilers at least. Elias had two goals already and was playing phenomenally.

"Owie," the little boy, Oscar, on your hip muses, eyes not leaving the ice. His head rests on your shoulder and it appears he's close to falling asleep. You can tell he's fighting to keep his eyes open but is unable to pull his gaze away from the ice.

His twin brother, Olle, looks up at you from the seat beside you. "Pappa hurt?" he asks, blue eyes twinkling with the potential of tears. He's definitely the more sensitive of the two twins, even at almost two years old, their personalities are so different.

"No, pappa's fine," you smile reassuringly, free hand going to stroke his cheek in comfort.

There's a roar from the crowd and your eyes are pulled from your son to the ice. Your grip tightens on the tiny toddler in your hands as your husband is grappled to the ice.

Elias bounces back up, you're not expecting what happens next. Elias is the most level-headed man in the world and suddenly his gloves are thrown to the ice.

"Mamma?" Oscar inquires, his eyes are wide and he looks worried. You can't find the words to comfort him, the shock has taken over your body.

Hanna, Quinn's fiancee, moves to your side as Rach, Brock's girlfriend, pulls Olle into her arms. The family box is enveloped in a quiet bubble. The other ladies can feel the worry radiating from your body and are waiting for your reaction.

The fight is quick, with both players getting their licks in. Elias managed to nail the other player twice in the face with a decent force. The refs finally manage to separate the two players and lead them to their respective penalty boxes.

Your jaw hangs open. You can't believe what just occurred. The toddler in your arms is staring persistently at you.

“Mamma okay?” Oscar asks, hand coming up to hold your cheek. It’s a sweet gesture and much appreciated, but you still can’t seem to process anything.

“Pappa bad. Pappa have time out,” Olle tells Hanna, who tries to contain her laughter.

“That’s right, Olle. We don’t fight. Fighting gets a time out,” Holly leans over your chair to smile at the little boy, before turning and giving a ten-year-old Gunnar a serious look.

“How about we go get popcorn?” Rach asks, holding Olle’s hand and reaching for Oscar.

Brain still processing, you hand her the little boy and let her and Holly escort them out of the suite. Hanna moves closer, arm reaching out to pull you closer to her.

“Are you okay?” She asks, tentatively as she takes in your shocked look.

“I have no idea. Did my husband really just fight?” You watch as a little smile breaches her face.

“He sure did,” Em, Nils’s girlfriend, laughs from where she has joined your little group. “He pretty much annihilated Yamamoto.”

You can’t help as the laughter takes over your body. “He did, didn’t he?” Your laughter grows until most of the ladies are laughing with you. It’s a sight to see as you’re practically in tears from laughter and being held in Hanna’s arms.

The game ended in an excellent Canucks win. You lead the twins down to the changing room hallway.

They stood beside you, eagerly awaiting their father to exit the dressing room. Olle hugs your leg as Oscar talks his ear off. You've got a hand carding through Olle's hair as you listen to Em, Rach and Hanna review your plans for your girls' weekend getaway.

"So Elias is fine watching the twins this weekend?" Rach wonders aloud, knowing the answer already.

"Elias might kick me out of the house just to get these two to himself for a weekend." You laugh, smiling down at the boys. Their blue eyes, identical to their father's, twinkle as they look up at you smiling sweetly.

"My favourite set of twins!" Brock smiles, as he walks out of the changing room, hair wet and suit slightly wrinkled.

The Sedin twins turn from where they stand to your left, talking to Jim Benning. They throw a quick glare at Brock.

"Come on, guys. They're kids." Brock laughs before squatting in front of your twins. "Did you enjoy the game?"

"Played good, Uncle Bwock." Oscar smiles, hugging his godfather. Olle nods along, tiny hand gripping yours and hanging on a bit. He swings his body away from Brock, indicating he's getting tired.

"Pappa," Olle cries out, running towards your exhausted-looking husband.

Elias's forest green suit still looks pristine, which is expected as he always hangs it perfect before getting changed. There's a bruise forming around his eye and he looks like he's in a bit of pain.

Both little boys barrel into his legs, hugging him tightly. He bends down, slower than normal. He winces as he finally gets down to their level. Elias picks both twins up, kissing their cheeks and gets a small smile on his face as they rest their heads on his shoulders.

Elias makes his way over to you, twins in arm. He makes his way over to you, lips pursed, silently asking for a kiss. You oblige him, leaning and cupping his face. The kiss is quick as he winces at your touch.

"That's a sick bruise, huh?" You tease, hand patting his chest.

"Pappa bad. Pappa have time out." Oscar mumbles into Elias's shoulder.

You both laugh at the sweet little boy, it was clear he was trying to chastise his father but his sleepiness had overtaken his body.

"Pappa was bad, but he promises not to do it again, okay?" Elias tells the boys, adjusting them in his arms. He looks down at both boys, trying to reassure them that it won't happen again.

Oscar and Olle both nod from where their heads are now buried in Elias's neck.

"Guess we should get our boys home." Elias smiles, nodding his head towards the exit.

#elias pettersson imagine #elias pettersson #kylies blurbs #kylie writes hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #the Petey twin verse

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duskholland · 4 years ago

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The Fame Game (Epilogue) - Tom Holland

Summary ↠ Three years later, you and Tom are back at the Oscars.

Word count ↠ 3.3k

Warnings ↠ Alcohol mention, slightly suggestive but not really, lots and lots of fluff.

A/N ↠ I can’t believe we’re here! The epilogue! Thank you so much to everyone that’s supported me and the fic over the last three months :’) If you know me, you’ll know I really struggle committing to series, so the fact I made it here, without missing any updates, is something I’m very proud of tbh. I hope that you’ve liked the story :) The biggest thank you ever has to go to V, mischiefandi, for helping me so much in the early stages of this story... Thank you again for always listening to me <3 Additionally, a huge huge thank you to everyone that’s read, commented and sent in asks! I hope the epilogue doesn’t disappoint :)

POST-CREDITS SCENE: The Oscars: Take Two (Y)

The atmosphere at Vanity Fair’s Oscars after-party is electric.

The soft boom of the latest pop tunes seeps into the air, mixing with the warm lights and the sounds of clinking champagne flutes. The room holds Hollywood’s best, and it seems no matter which direction you tilt your head, your eyes find themselves settling over a familiar face. You’re walking amongst legends tonight, and with your hands grasped around two glistening trophies, you finally feel at home.

“Congratulations, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”

You’re drawn away from your thoughts by the unmistakable voice of your friend Joe Keery. As you finally drag your eyes away from the golden Oscars in your hands, a smile splits across your face.

“Thanks, Joe,” you say, flashing him a blinding smile. “I still can’t believe it.”

Joe chuckles, eyeing your awards with pride in his eyes. “Two, eh?” He leans closer to elbow you, chuckling when you glare at him. “Not too shabby for your first year nominated.”

“Not too shabby at all.”

It’d been crazy - every single second of it. From the moment the nominations were announced, and you’d seen your name listed not only in one category but in two, you’ve been a whirlwind of nerves, excitement, and pride. You don’t think you’ve ever been as shocked as you’d felt when your name had been called out as the winner, not once, but twice tonight. Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress, the latter of which was won for a performance in the same film which had brought about the evening’s Best Actor…

“And Tom?” Joe says, grinning. “Oscar-Winning couple, starring in a critically-acclaimed film together. Must feel pretty good, right?”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you look down at your golden trophies. “I can’t believe it,” you mutter. “I really just… Can’t believe it.”

You feel a presence behind you, and then there’s the warm touch of a hand curling around your waist. You sink into it, tilting your head to the side, letting your eyes fall on Tom, your boyfriend. With a proud smile on his lips and his own golden award held in his free hand, he’s almost glowing tonight.

“Evening, Joe,” Tom greets. Finally comfortable at your side, he leans up and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. His deep cologne sweeps across you, and you bask in the familiar tones. “Good night?”

Joe nods. “Oh yeah,” he agrees, inclining his head towards Tom’s trophy. “Congrats, man.”

“Thank you.” Tom holds his award nearer his face, a deep frown line forming between his eyes. “I always thought it would be heavier?” He muses, running his thumb over the head of it. “But it’s pretty light. Look.”

What your boyfriend does next makes your blood turn cold. He easily and haphazardly throws his Oscar at Joe, who somehow startles in time to catch it, but not before letting out a stream of expletives.

“Tom!” You exclaim, eyes widening. “Don’t throw your Oscar around!”

He grins wickedly, brown eyes dancing. “Sorry, darling,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek again. “Got a bit giddy.”

Tom’s been walking on air recently, you’ve noticed. You’d put it down to the buzz of nerves that’d characterised your last few days too, but even now, Tom’s vibrating with something. He’s been very affectionate with you, and whilst Tom is by no means a selfish lover, you can’t recall a time where he’s been glued to your hip quite as much as he’s been this last week. Always hanging around with open arms or warm lips or soft words, Tom has made it known, every second of every day, just how much he loves you. Which is a lot, apparently.

And you love him too, of course. You love him like you’ve never loved anyone else.

“You’re always giddy,” you tease. You manage to hold both of your trophies in one hand and use the other to reach up and tidy some of the hair from his face. Tom’s hair is longer now - less wavy and longer, grown a little older as the both of you have over the past three years. Looking at him now, you see a man - a very handsome, very loving man - and you’re proud of who he’s grown into.

“Only around you, love.”

Your lips roll into a soft smile, and you lean in to kiss him quickly. Tom’s mouth is warm against yours.

“Ew.” Joe’s voice interrupts your moment, and you pull away sheepishly. “Take your trophy and get out of here, you two.”

Tom reaches out and takes back his Oscar, giving Joe a fist bump. “Thanks, man. Have a good night.” There’s a moment where Joe and Tom look at one another, and Joe’s gaze flutters over to you, and you feel something there, between them - an unspoken secret. But before you can comment on it, Tom’s reaching out for your open hand and slipping his into it, and you’re moving off through the crowd again.

“I’m so tired,” you admit, stifling a yawn. You quickly smooth a smile over your face, noting with appreciation how the crowd of the afterparty seem to move out of your way. Your Oscars bring you a sort of power, and with three between you, it would seem that you and Tom are trading in top tier currency. “Can’t wait to get home and sleep.”

“Sleep?!” Tom exclaims, voice low. He squeezes your hand, glancing back to smirk at you. “As if.”

You raise your eyebrows as Tom guides you out the entrance of the party.

“What, you don’t think we’ll be sleeping later?” You ask, resting your cheek on Tom’s shoulder as you walk down the steps of the building together.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why’s that?”

Tom looks at you, eyes briefly flicking out over your figure. “You know why, darling.” He squeezes your hand before stepping nearer to kiss you. Your lips stay together a little longer, and you hum against his mouth. “You look bloody stunning in that dress, lovie,” he murmurs. His teeth brush your lower lip, and you feel your face warm. “Been thinking about ravishing you all night.”

You swallow, tilting your head to the side before kissing him again, briefly. “We’ll see,” you reply. You wink as you step back, turning around and looking out at the lines of cars before you make eye contact with your driver. “C’mon, winner. I don’t trust the house to still be standing. I still can’t believe you let Harrison and your brothers housesit tonight.”

Tom’s indignant as he follows you into the car, and for the drive back to your house in the Hills, you carry on your bickering. It’s interrupted by kisses and jokes and touches, though, and it’s all so familiar it makes your heart soar. He’s always kept you on your feet, and out of all the things that have changed since you got together, that fact has remained: no one makes you feel as intensely riled up as Tom.

“I still don’t understand why you wanted them to housesit,” you muse. The gravel of the driveway crunches beneath your feet as you walk up towards your house, wobbling a little in your heels. Tom offers you an arm, and you gratefully loop yours through it, your hands still holding your awards. You’d only brought a bag big enough to hold one Oscar, not two. “It’s not like anyone was going to break in. We have security.”

Tom just clears his throat, the sound deep and guilty. “Harrison’s idea,” he says, quickly. “They wanted to be nearer the action.”

“Yeah, or they wanted to use the wine cellar.”

Before you can continue your conversation, the front door opens and Harrison pokes his head out, eyes widening as he looks down at the trophies in your hands.

“Aye!” He calls out, clapping loudly. “Congratulations, you two.”

As you enter the house and ditch your coat and shoes by the door, there’s an interlude in which you pass around your awards and receiving raucous applause from your friends. Harry and Sam pose dramatically in front of the staircase, fighting over which one of them gets to carry two of the awards, and you hold up a phone, taking photos of it all. In the corner of the room, you see Harrison pulling Tom aside and whispering something into his ear. Before you can pay them much attention, you’re distracted by Harry deciding to try and balance Tom’s Oscar on his head.

It’s very wholesome, and you and Tom end up coerced into another series of photos together. It’s less formal than it was at the show, and Tom sheds his suit-jacket as you enjoy posing without the strain on your feet from your heels. Harrison barges in too, and then there’s a round of shots with all five of you together, laughing, talking, messing around.

On their way out, both Harry and Sam pull you in for hugs, and then Harrison takes your hands and looks at you, hard. There’s a seriousness to him that you’ve never seen before, and tears form in his eyes as he splutters out a quiet,

“I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

“Harrison,” you whine, feeling a lump in your throat. “Don’t make me cry again.”

“Sorry.” Your friend drops one of your hands and rubs at his eyes, laughing softly. “I’m just proud of you - both of you. You deserve this so much and I’m glad to call you my friend.”

You sniff loudly, cursing softly when you feel a stray tear fall down your cheek. “Thanks, Haz,” you mutter, pulling him in for a hug.

You leave Harrison with Tom as your guests leave, and walk into the living room to collapse on the sofa. You groan as you let yourself relax, sinking into the cushions. Something of an adrenaline high crashes over you, and suddenly the thought of crawling into bed and sleeping the night away sounds very tempting.

“Y/N,” Tom says, startling you. You open your eyes and find your boyfriend standing in front of you, smiling softly. He rocks back on his feet, briefly biting at his lower lip. “Come with me.”

You look at his inviting hand sceptically.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

You hum, reaching up and taking his hand in yours. You glance at your wrist, noticing with fondness in your eyes how nice his watch looks wrapped around your hand. Over the years, you’ve made a habit of always trying to keep something of his to hand - his watch, his hat, his sunglasses. It doesn’t matter the occasion - you always like to carry something with you that reminds you of Tom. It works vice-versa, and you know that beneath Tom’s dress shirt hangs one of your favourite necklaces.

Your friends think it’s sickeningly romantic. You think it’s cute. Tom loves it.

“What do you mean, a surprise?” You ask, following Tom through the house. He’d moved into your LA home two years ago, his mark evident in the fluffy throws and the various stains on the walls.

Tom shrugs, rolling his thumb over the back of your hand. He leads you upstairs. “A surprise,” he repeats. “Stop asking so many questions, darling.”

You rest your head on Tom’s shoulder, sighing happily. “You’re very romantic, you know that?”

Tom chuckles, pausing outside your closed bedroom door. He looks nervous, and he drops your hand to run his hand through his hair.

“Right.” He stops, clearing his throat, hand shifting to the doorknob. “In here.”

You wait a moment for him to do something, but he doesn’t. “Are you going to open the door?” You ask, teasing, but reaching up to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” Tom shakes his head, a bright smile finally finding his lips. “Crazy night.”

“Definitely.”

Tom turns around and finally opens the door, stepping aside and inviting you inside. A soft gasp falls past your lips as you walk into the bedroom and take in the scenes around you.

Someone’s been in your room since you were flurrying around eight hours earlier, tearing your wardrobe apart before the show. It’s been cleaned, the bed made and spread out with a few rose petals, and the lights are dimmed down low. The doors to the balcony are open, and through them, you can make out a large stand with a bottle of champagne.

“Tom!” You gasp. You turn around, jaw slackening further as your boyfriend procures a large bouquet of roses. The plastic crinkles as you accept them gratefully, taking a long breath and inhaling the deep romantic scent.

“Thought I’d do something nice for you,” he says, closing the door behind him. Tom smooths his hands over your waist, standing behind you and kissing up your neck as you laugh softly. “Come out to the balcony, love,” he murmurs, teeth brushing your ear.

“Was this why you had the others come over?” You ask, smiling.

“Mhmm.”

You pause to put the roses in a vase, and then let Tom wind his hand in yours and pull you out onto the balcony. It’s beautiful out here in the Hollywood Hills, and as he pours out two glasses of champagne and passes you a flute, you lean with your elbows on the railing and stare out across at the city. Shrouded in darkness, the city pulses with bright lights and distance car horns. There’s a warmth to the air that brings a smile to your lips, and a few strands of your hair drift around as the evening breeze caresses your face.

“Funny, isn’t it?” You say, closing your eyes. Tom’s just beside you, one of his hands resting over yours. He plays with your fingers before linking your pinkies together.

“Hm?”

“Do you remember the first time you were out here with me?” Tom releases a short hum, and you take that to mean the negative. “Well, it was back when I hated you. You came and you picked me up from set, and then you stayed the night. We came out here and we took photographs together.”

“Of course.” There’s mirth in his voice, and the sound of his familiar accent brings a smile to your face. You lean your head on his shoulder, looking back out across the city. “That was the first time we ever talked properly, too. I remember realising you weren’t that horrible, after all.”

You gasp. “Oi!”

Tom nudges your side. “Hey, you know you felt the same way about me too.” He turns slightly, and you feel the soft press of his lips against your temple. “We’ve come a long way since then.”

You hum, grinning. “A very long way.”

There’s a moment’s rest, then Tom kisses your forehead again and steps away from you. You whine at the loss, but continue to look out at the city, resting your chin in your palms. You’re aware of him walking over to the table with the champagne, but you’re too distracted by the distant flickering lights to pay much attention to him.

“I love you a lot, you know,” Tom calls out, voice wavering. He clears his throat, and you smile to yourself.

“I know,” you reply. “I love you too.”

“No, I love you, a lot.” Again, Tom clears his throat. You decide to turn around, your eyebrows furrowing as you realise you can’t see him, but then your eyes travel down, down, down, and you spot him.

Tom is down on one knee, brown hair wafting in the gentle evening breeze, holding a black velvet box in his hands.

“Tom?” You whisper, voice hoarse. Tears pool in your eyes and your heart drums in your chest as you realise what’s happening.

“Y/N,” he returns, a soft smile finding his lips when he meets your eyes. “I love you.” Tom glances down at the ring, chuckling. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but picking the right time has been so hard. So, I thought, hey, we’ve already won big tonight, why not add onto the excitement.”

You fan at your face, exhaling a deep breath.

“We have been through thick and thin together, and I am so, so glad that we came out the other side stronger for it. Your ambition and your drive make me want to be a better person, and every time I wake up beside you, it makes me want to be a better man, too. You make me better, and I love you for it.” Tom breaks off, eyes sparkling with tears as he looks up at you, meeting your gaze firmly. “I have never been more sure of anything else before. I know there’s nothing else I’d want to do than to spend the rest of my life with you. So… Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You can barely still see him, through the tears in your eyes, but you nod. You nod, and then you fall down to your knees in front of him, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Tom,” you get out, voice thick with emotion. “I love you more than anything.”

Tom puts the box aside and pulls you closer, and you share a kiss that rocks your world. Both of you are smiling, and it’s clumsy and salty, but you don’t care as you kiss him again and again, your hands winding into his hair. He is so perfect, absolutely perfect, and you have never felt this whole before.

“I love you so, so, so much, darling,” he says, speaking against your lips. You chuckle, humming your agreeing sentiments before kissing him again.

“I love you too.” You finally pull back, shifting your lips to brush against his nose before you glance down at the box. You grin, holding up your left hand as you wiggle your eyebrows.

“If you don’t like it, we can always get a different one,” Tom prefaces, his hands shaking as it takes him a few attempts to pull the ring from the velvet bed. His fingers are warm against yours, soft and gentle as he slides the band up your finger. Your eyes catch on the beautiful sparkling diamond, and you feel a tear roll down your cheek. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect,” you say, rolling your thumb over the ring. You look up at Tom, wide-eyed and warm-hearted. “I think you’re perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you.”

You roll your eyes, your cheeks aching from the width of your smile. “You’re so cliché, Tom,” you tease, moving back to kiss his cheek. Your hands go to his shoulders, engagement ring glinting. “Are you going to be like this forever?”

Tom smiles, adoration floating in his bright brown eyes. “If you want me to be, yes.”

His lips find yours for one final time, and you bask in the feeling of him so close to you. After so long together, it feels like your souls have finally intertwined. Tom’s buried himself so deeply into your heart, into your life, that you know you’ll never get him out. You know you’d never want to.

“I love you,” you whisper. “Thank you for changing my life.”

His palm travels up to cup your cheek, warm fingertips stroking over your cheekbone. “It’s been my pleasure.”

FINIS.

extended a/n:

thank you for reading the series, dear reader--the full thing is 59k! go you for getting through that much of my writing! I appreciate your time and willingness to enter this ‘verse with me <3

if you’ve got any thoughts on the series, please let me know! doesn’t matter how long it’s been since the series ended, I am always always always here to talk about these two :’)) would love to know what you think of their story!

we had a tfg blurb night! if you want to read any little extra bits, check out the masterpost for that here :)

#Tom Holland Oscar-Winner 2021 I’m calling it #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #im not crying you're crying #tfg #y/n #y/n use #self insert #self-insert #this is the definition of fan service just i am the fan servicing myself #if anyone notices the direct parallel to the prologue lmk lmao im proud of that one

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scftglows · 2 years ago

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( jennie kim, cis-woman, 25, she/her ) ⎯⎯⎯⎯ welcome to sunny los angeles, 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 ! we heard you’re quite + 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒, but at the same time, you can be a little - 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. i hope it doesn’t impact your job as an 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 too much. either way, kick your feet up ! we’ll see you around town ― especially at 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇.

introduction. tw: pregnancy + miscarriage. pinterest ▪︎ spotify ▪︎ musings ▪︎ connections

━━ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

gleam of moonlight on light brown hair; the sound of une barque sur l'ocean echoing from another room; rehearsed smiles; scribbles over sheet music; rolled up sleeves of oversized sweaters; a spot of sunlight; tear soaked pillows; tangled knots of headphones; a collection of stashed away polaroids; empty streets in autumn nights.

━━ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

full name: josette ann choi. nickname(s): josie. age: twenty-five. birthdate: december 13th, 1996. zodiac: sagittarius sun, virgo moon, pisces rising. gender: cis-woman. pronouns: she/her. sexual + romantic orientation: bisexual + biromantic. marital status: single. birth place: miami, fl. current residency: los angeles, ca. occupation: actor; buffy summers in hbo’s hit reboot series ‘buffy the vampire slayer’ + luna snow in marvel’s upcoming film ‘agents of atlas’.

━━ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

the choi family comes from a line of success; her father was a renowed oscar winner film director whilst her mother was a famous actress. thus, when josie was born, her whole life was already mapped out for her.

they were good, loving parents. they simply had high expectations for their only daughter. they wanted josie to live up to their name, and she never disappointed. a child prodigy in every sense of the word; from the grades she got, to the natural gift for the piano, to the scripts she could memorize within minutes, to the friends she kept and the way she presented herself in public. she was perfect and she played the part well.

at the age of fourteen, josie already knew what she wanted to do for the rest of her life - acting. she's aware of her nepotism privilege, that she received far more opportunities than any other teen actor at the beginning of their career, but her hard working and kind-hearted nature shows she doesn’t take it for granted.

josie starred in a few short films throughout her teenage years, appeared in the newest installment of the horror film fear street, had a supporting role in an oscar winning film directed by her father, and currently plays buffy summers in hbo's reboot series buffy the vampire slayer (i’m a huge btvs fan dont @ me). she was recently cast to star in marvel's agents of atlas as luna snow.

in 2018, during an after party her best friend dragged her to, she was introduced to a boy, whom she connected with instantly. he’s sweet, and he’s kind, and he’s in a band and that’s so hot, and he collects comic books and that’s so endearing, and they spent the whole night with one another, getting to know each and every little aspect of each other.

love happened, she fell for him hard and fast. he was healing from a broken heart and she was experiencing being in love for the first time. their fans absolutely loved them together; she’d go to his concerts and blush furiously whenever he sang josie by blink-182, he’d be her date for every award show, film festival and promotional event.

they were happy and in a healthy relationship, and near their first aniversary, they found out she was pregnant. they only told their parents and their closest friends. seeing as they shared so much of their life online already, they wanted to go through the beginning of the pregnancy by themselves, without the stress of paparazzis or other people's opinions.

but life threw a curveball and she miscarriaged during the first trimester. the pain was too great to bear, and as much as they loved each other, love wasn't enough to keep them together. they went their separate ways and never announced their breakup, to this day they're tagged in photos together on instagram and in long twitter threads.

more than ever, josie immersed herself in work, often neglecting friends and family to prioritize her job. she still needs to heal, but she doesn’t give herself time to.

━━ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

✔ courageous, energetic, passionate, ambitious, versatile.

✘ sensitive, stubborn, confrontational, ruthless, straightforward.

━━ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

vienna by billy joel pretty much sums her up </3

kinda has a really soft voice, and if ppl say "can you speak a little louder?“ it makes her want to die

idk why i always feel compelled to say this but she’s 5'4’‘ <3

t-swift stan !

obsessed with animals + if ur muse’s got a pet she inevitably loves them and their pet <3

kinda dabbles a lil bit in writing lyrics

plays the piano like a pro

has a finsta <3

yoga wh*re and will drag ur muse to classes if u let her

she was a guest to the late late show with james corden once and played spill your guts / fill your guts and when james asked the reason behind her and alex’s breakup, she ate bull penis </3

balenciaga brand ambassador <3

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Angst prompt: “why can’t you just look at me for one god damned second?” For Rowaelin. Don’t completely wreck my heart please!

Skin melted into skin, and Aelin relished the feel of his mouth on her neck. Rowan had always been good with his mouth. He spoke seven different languages with perfect inflection, so his skilled lips and tongue were barely a surprise.

Aelin arched her back into the pillow, a soft moan escaping her lips as his stubble scraped against the soft skin behind her ear. Though they were both thoroughly sated and exhausted, it seemed that Rowan wasn’t quite done with her yet.

“Rowan…” Aelin warned, thinking of the marks he surely wished he could leave behind. His teeth nipped at the skin again, and she could feel him smile there.

His lips pressed a final kiss to her jaw as he rolled off her, eyes glowing and a warm smile on his lips. Aelin ran her hand down his cheek, cupping the jaw of his she loved so much in her palm. His bright eyes fluttered shut, his blonde lashes sweeping against the tops of his cheekbones, the ones that made him famous, and she couldn’t resist pressing a kiss against his pouted mouth.

“I can’t be late,” she whispered. “It’s my last day of filming.” And he nodded into her palm. But neither made any move to leave. Rowan grinned wider, sensing Aelin’s hesitation, but his eyes remained blissfully shut.

She pressed her mouth against his again, swiping her thumb across his bowed lip. “How do you always look so kissable?” she asked quietly.

“All part of my charm.” His voice rumbled low in his chest, and it made Aelin’s stomach flip. What had started out as a casual attraction with the writer of her latest film had become something she never could have predicted. Her heart felt as if it were about to explode every time she looked at him. They’d kept it a secret all through filming, four months of secret rendezvous in her trailer and hotel room, not wanting to risk the film’s delicate balance with Aelin, her romantic lead, and the film’s temperamental director. It was her first leading role, and she didn’t want to risk messing anything up. But today was the last day of filming, and tomorrow… she’d be free to tell Rowan and the whole world that she loved him. She couldn’t wait.

Her alarm blared loudly, and she pried Rowan’s fingers from her waist and pulled them up for a soft kiss. “I will see you on set?” she whispered against his fingers. And he nodded.

“I’ll be the one looking uncool with my nose stuck in a script,” he laughed, reaching for his glasses and perching them atop his nose. “Break a leg, Ae.”

Aelin resisted drooling as she took in his shirtless form, glasses on, perusing today’s shooting schedule on his phone.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that you’re definitely going to be late,” Rowan smirked, barely looking up from his phone. Aelin threw a pillow at him and turned to get dressed as he chuckled softly.

Aelin arrived on set, floating on air, ready to crush her last day of filming. The morning went perfectly, going even faster than normal because of her preparedness.

Her happiness faltered however as Arobynn Hamel, the director, called her into his trailer during lunch. He sat on the edge of his table, arms crossed as his eyes slowly trailed down her robe-covered body, his red hair pulled into a tight bun, making his harsh features somehow even harsher.

Aelin stood silently, wondering what he had to say and hoping it was okay. Hoping she was okay. The only time she’d been pulled into his trailer before was on the first day, when she had been so nervous she’d forgotten a hefty amount of her lines. He swore at her and said if she couldn’t memorize lines then she could easily be replaced.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Hamel asked, his dark shoe tapping against the side of the table incessantly.

“I’m sorry?” Aelin replied, not knowing what he was getting at. Arobynn shook his head, a wry laugh coming from his snarled lips.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Galaythinius.” He frowned. “You knew what you were signing up for when you accepted this role. Fucking the writer was not a part of it.”

“Excuse me?” Aelin gaped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and horror.

Arobynn took a step forward and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, grey eyes flashing with fury. He laughed, but his cold gaze held no humor. “You already signed the damn contract. You’re my muse, and you’ll remain unentangled.”

“That’s harassment,” Aelin whispered, her heart pounding against her chest.

He stuck out the thick wad of papers with Aelin’s signature at the bottom. Sure enough. In fine print, a sub-heading of the publicity and press obligations was a note that Aelin was to remain single. She couldn’t believe it. How could she have been so stupid?

“End it. Today,” Arobynn growled. “Unless you’d like to be sued for breach of contract.”

“He’ll fight this.”

Arobynn smirked. “Then you’d better put those acting skills to task and make him believe it.”

Aelin nodded, but couldn’t feel a thing. She was like a ghost through the rest of the day, and she barely remembered wrapping her scenes, the crew applauding her as she made her way back to her trailer. How was she going to end this? What could she possibly say?

Rowan was waiting for her in her trailer, a bouquet of jasmine in hand, her favorite. Her heart panged uncomfortably.

“Congrats,” he said with a wide smile, wrapping her into a hug, but Aelin kept her eyes trained on the carpet as she extricated herself from his grasp with a weak smile. She began to change into her clothes quickly, the only sound between them the rustling of fabric.

“Aelin, what’s wrong?” he asked, and Aelin shrugged, continuing to change quietly.

“Nothing, just tired.”

“Too tired for a celebratory dinner?” he asked, and Aelin frowned.

“Probably.”

He paused. “Aelin, what the hell is going on? Did something happen?”

Aelin breathed deeply as she let herself be swallowed by her giant sweater, wrapping herself n the cozy fabric. “I just… think we should probably end things.”

“What?” Rowan’s voice was strained and panicked, and she didn’t want to see his face, for fear of his matching expression breaking her resolve.

She cleared her throat as she laced up her shoes. “We knew this was just for production. Production is over now. Let’s just call it.”

“Aelin, what are you talking about?” he asked. And she shrugged again, smoothing out her hair and running her fingers through it. “Production’s over we can finally be together.”

She shook her head again, holding back tears. Determined not to let them fall. She needed to convince him, so she’d have to convince herself.

His arms clasped her by the shoulders roughly, and Aelin tucked her chin into her chest. She refused to cry. She would not break. “Why can’t you just look at me for one gods damned second?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Aelin steeled herself and looked up. His green eyes swam with anxiety behind his black framed glasses, his chest rising and falling with his unsteady breaths.

“I never cared about you,” she said, staring straight at him, her heart cracking in two with each word. “I just wanted better scenes and knew that’s how to get them. It was all an act.”

See through these lies, she begged internally. But she’d done her job too well. Rowan let her go as if he’d been burned, the panic in his gaze morphing to disgust as he looked at her.

Rowan chuckled humorlessly. “I hope you win an Oscar. Because your talent astounds me.” Aelin cringed as he stepped away from her, turning his back on her. He looked over his shoulder once more and shook his head.

No, she wanted to scream. Come back.

As her trailer door swung shut, Aelin crumpled onto her couch and gave into her tears.

~*~

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The Long Journey and Intense Urgency of Aaron Sorkin's 'The Trial of the Chicago 7'

by Rebecca Keegan September 23, 2020, 6:00 am PDT

The director of the Netflix film, which stars Sacha Baron Cohen, Jeremy Strong, Eddie Redmayne and Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, reveals why it took nearly 20 years to get the project about the politically motivated prosecution of protestors made and why it couldn't be more timely: "I never imagined today would go so much like 1968."

In October 2019, hundreds of protesters marched down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue toward the Hilton, chanting phrases like "No justice, no peace!" and "A people united will never be defeated!" as police in riot gear descended on the crowd with billy clubs and tear gas. Earnest and energized, clad in 1960s period costumes and flanked by vintage police vehicles, this group thought they were acting out the past, staging a scene from Aaron Sorkin’s The Trial of the Chicago 7. As it turned out, they were performing the future, too.

Sorkin’s film, which opens in select theaters Sept. 25 and hits Netflix on Oct.  16, tells the story of the riots at the 1968 Chicago Democratic National Convention and the circus-like trial of political activists that followed the next year. Thanks to Hollywood development hell, the movie is arriving 14  years after Steven Spielberg first mentioned the idea to Sorkin but just as its themes and plot points — civil unrest, a self-proclaimed "law and order" president’s vilification of protesters (Nixon then, Trump now), the police’s excessive use of force, tensions within the Democratic Party over how far left to move — have become bracingly current."I never wanted the film to be about 1968," Sorkin says in an interview over Zoom from his house in the Hollywood Hills on Labor Day weekend. "I never wanted it to be an exercise in nostalgia or a history lesson. I wanted it to be about today. But I never imagined that today would get so much like 1968."For only the second time in a career spanning nine films as a screenwriter, Sorkin serves as director with Chicago 7, helming a sprawling ensemble cast that includes Eddie Redmayne as anti-war activist Tom Hayden, Sacha Baron Cohen as Youth International Party (Yippie) provocateur Abbie Hoffman, Succession’s Jeremy Strong as counterculture figure Jerry Rubin and Watchmen’s Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Black Panther party co-founder Bobby Seale. There are undeniable parallels not only between the film and the present political moment but also between the performance-art activism of the actors and the men they’re playing, most vividly Cohen, who, like Hoffman, has made a career of political self-expression through comedic stunts, including crashing a far-right rally in Olympia, Washington, this summer while pretending to be a racist country singer. (Cohen, who shoots most of his satirical projects incognito, impishly calls reports of his appearance at the rally "fake news.")Eight months after Sorkin filmed the protest scenes in Chicago, Abdul-Mateen was marching in Black Lives Matter protests in West Hollywood, as was Strong in Brooklyn. "There’s power when a lot of people come together to protest out of anger, out of frustration," Abdul-Mateen says. "Everybody has a role in the revolution; this film shows that.

"Though the movie feels crafted for this political moment, it was born of another. At Sorkin’s first meeting with Spielberg, "I remember him saying, 'It would be great if we could have this out before the election,'" Sorkin says. The election Spielberg was talking about was 2008’s, when Barack Obama and Joe Biden faced John McCain and Sarah Palin.The film hit multiple roadblocks, beginning with the 2007-08 writers strike and continuing as financing faltered repeatedly, a fate illustrated by the more than 30 producers who can claim some sort of credit on Chicago 7. It took another unscheduled detour this summer after Sorkin finished it as the pandemic worsened, and the odds of original distributor Paramount mounting a successful theatrical release before the Nov. 3 election seemed increasingly slim. For some involved with the film, there is a question about the ethics of Hollywood inviting audiences to return to theaters before a COVID-19 vaccine is widely available. "

There’s a moral quandary that we, the motion picture business, have to be careful that we don’t become the tobacco industry, where we’re encouraging people to do something we know is potentially lethal," says Cohen.Before his visit to Spielberg’s Pacific Palisades home to discuss the project on a Saturday afternoon in 2006, Sorkin knew next to nothing about the Chicago 7. The federal government had charged seven defendants — Hoffman, Rubin, Hayden, David Dellinger, Rennie Davis, John Froines and Lee Weiner — with conspiracy for their participation in the protests against the Vietnam War outside the Democratic National Convention. (Originally the men were known as the Chicago 8 and included Seale, who asked to have his trial separated from that of the others and postponed so that he could be represented by his preferred lawyer, who was ill; that trial never took place.)

When Spielberg proposed a movie about the riots and the trial that followed, Sorkin, who was 7 in 1968, said, "'You know, that sounds great. Count me in.' As soon as I left his house, I called my father and said, 'Dad, do you know anything about a riot that happened in 1968 or a crazy conspiracy trial that followed?' I was just saying yes to Steven."Despite his ignorance, Sorkin was a logical choice to write the project: Having penned Broadway’s A Few Good Men and its 1992 film adaptation as well as the long-running NBC series West Wing, he’d shown a flair for dramatizing courtroom procedures and liberal politics, and he turned in his first draft of the Chicago 7 script in 2007. Originally, Spielberg planned to direct the project himself, but by the time the writers strike was over, he had moved on and a number of other potential directors circled, including Paul Greengrass, Ben Stiller, Peter Berg and Gary Ross, though none was able to get it off the ground. "There was just a feeling that, 'Look, this isn’t an Avengers film,'" Sorkin says of the studios' move away from midbudget dramas and toward action tentpoles in the 2010s. "This isn’t an easy sell at the box office. And there are big scenes, riots, crowd scenes. How can this movie be done for the budget that makes sense for what the expectation is at the box office?"As the project languished, Sorkin tried writing it as a play, ultimately spending 18 months on a fruitless effort to fashion a stage treatment. "What I didn’t like was having a script in my drawer," he says. "I was just thinking, 'Jeez, this is a good movie and it feels like it’s stillborn.'"It was the confluence of two events that ultimately revived the film with Sorkin in the director’s chair in 2018 — the 2016 election of Donald Trump and the 2017 release of Sorkin’s well-received directorial debut, Molly’s Game, which doubled its production budget at the box office. "This is before George Floyd and Breonna Taylor and police protests or confrontations," Sorkin says. "This is just when Donald Trump was musing nostalgically about the old days when they used to carry that guy [a protester] out of here on a stretcher and punch the crap out of him."With Trump’s throwback rhetoric lending the subject matter a new timeliness and Sorkin’s directing chops confirmed in Spielberg’s eyes, the movie moved forward with its screenwriter at the helm.

Cross Creek Pictures came in to finance, and Paramount bought the domestic rights. But all those years in development had left an expensive imprint on the project — a jaw-dropping $11  million had been spent on casting costs, producing fees and the optioning of Brett Morgen’s 2007 documentary about the event, Chicago 10, leaving just $24  million for the actual 36-day production.

One way Sorkin attempts to achieve a sense  of scope despite that budget is by intercutting real black-and-white news footage with his dramatized protests. He rounded out his large cast with a deep bench of experienced and award-winning actors including Oscar winner Mark Rylance as defense attorney William Kunstler, Oscar nominee Frank Langella as Judge Julius Hoffman, Joseph Gordon-Levitt as prosecutor Richard Schultzand, Oscar nominee Michael Keaton as former U.S. Attorney General Ramsey Clark — with the filmmaker and many of his actors working for scale. (Abdul-Mateen and Strong both became first-time Emmy winners Sept.  20.)Sorkin shot the protest scenes on location in Chicago and built a courtroom set in an old church sanctuary in Paterson, New Jersey, because none of the available courtroom locations in the Garden State conveyed the scope he wanted. "If we’re saying the whole world is watching, I want a packed courtroom for six months full of press and spectators," Sorkin says. "I wanted the big, cavernous feeling of the federal government and its power coming down on these people."

Julian Wasser/The LIFE Images Collection via Getty Images/Getty Images "The movie is tribute to the bravery of the protesters of 1968 [pictured] and today in Belarus, on the streets of America, in Portland," says Cohen.

Among the vestiges of Spielberg’s original plan was the casting of Cohen as Hoffman, which required the London native to affect a Boston accent and return to a subject he had studied as an undergraduate at Christ’s College in Cambridge, where he wrote a thesis paper about Jewish activists during the civil rights movement. At 19, Cohen had interviewed Bob Moses, the leader of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, which Hoffman was involved in before he founded the anti-war Yippie movement. "Honestly, I was very proud of the fact that Jews were involved in the Black civil rights movement in the '60s, and there wasn’t much written about it," Cohen says, explaining his youthful scholarship.

There’s a clear line to draw between Hoffman’s 1960s theatrics — which included throwing fistfuls of money into the gallery of the New York Stock Exchange and vowing to levitate the Pentagon — and Cohen’s contemporary TV and film pranks. Perhaps among Cohen’s most memorable and pointed gags was getting Vice President Dick Cheney to gleefully autograph a waterboard kit, which the comic did while posing as an admiring Israeli anti-terror expert for a 2018 episode of Who Is America?, his Showtime series. “What I wanted to do was to show that he was proud of torturing," Cohen says. "I could not believe how happy Cheney was to be sitting next to an uber-fan. So, yes. Ultimately in the shows and the movies that I do, I’m trying to be funny, but yeah, I’m trying to get out the anger that I have within me."

Cohen sees Hoffman’s unorthodox protest methods as pragmatic. "The Yippies were underfunded, and he was using theatricality to gain attention for his aims," Cohen says. "He wanted to stop the war. And how do you do that? You use stunts and absurdist humor to try to effect change." The actor estimates that, after researching Hoffman, he pitched Sorkin hundreds of lines the activist had really delivered. "As an annoying person with a lot of chutzpah, I was emailing Aaron every other night until morning, 'What about this line? What about this line?'" Cohen says. The writer-director, known for his exacting prose, politely tolerated the suggestions while largely sticking to his own script.

As Rubin, Strong is playing Hoffman’s conscientious jester sidekick, a role wildly different from the tragic, wealthy approval seeker he portrays on Succession. Strong added some of his own dramatic flourishes, including painting words on his chest for one courtroom scene and bringing a remote-controlled fart machine to disrupt Langella’s imperious judge. "I wanted to channel as much as possible that spirit of the merry prankster and of joyous dissent," Strong says. Hoffman and Rubin’s real-life personae were so large that Sorkin at times asked his actors to dial down their faithful portrayals, requesting, after one particularly jubilant take, "less cowbell."

Sorkin’s script draws a sharp contrast between Hoffman and Rubin’s campy methods and Hayden’s more reserved approach to the anti-war movement, with the tensions between Hoffman and Hayden supplying the film’s key relationship in a kind of begrudging brotherhood of the peace movement. To learn more about Hayden, Redmayne studied remarks that Jane Fonda, who was married to the activist and politician from 1973 to 1990, made upon his death in 2016. In his own life, Redmayne is cautious when it comes to discussing the role that he, as an actor at the center of a huge studio franchise (Warner Bros.’ Fantastic Beasts) might have in political life. "I find it endlessly challenging," Redmayne says of navigating his public activism. "There’s the elitist thing. It’s speaking up on climate change but being conscious that you’re traveling a lot. One has to be aware of one’s own hypocrisies, because they can be detrimental to something you believe in. So sometimes I find that I have to live my life and speak to my advocacy in a way in that it’s around friends, family and people I know rather than making something public."

Abdul-Mateen has begun his acting career largely associated with fantastical roles, like Dr. Manhattan on HBO’s Watchmen, Black Manta in Aquaman and Candyman in the upcoming Jordan Peele-produced remake of the slasher film. Playing Seale represented a chance to do more grounded work and to depict a man who had loomed large during Abdul-Mateen’s childhood in Oakland, where Seale co-founded the Black Panthers in 1966 and later ran for mayor. Seale’s inclusion in the original Chicago riots indictment was controversial and strange — prosecutors accused him of conspiring with men he’d never met after visiting Chicago that week for only a few hours to deliver a speech. For the prosecution, Seale functioned largely as a prop to tap into the fears of white jurors and white Americans watching the news coverage, and during the trial he had no attorney. "I wanted to key in on, how did Bobby Seale survive this trial?" Abdul-Mateen says. "How did he survive the gross mistreatment by the United States government, and how did he go through that with his head high and not be broken? It was an exercise in finding my pride, finding my dignity."

In one scene, Seale is brought into the courtroom bound and gagged, and throughout the trial he is kept separate from the white defendants. "Although it was meant to be a humiliating act, I walked out with my chest high, with my head high. Bound and gagged and everything else. It would be very dangerous for a Black man in that time, even sometimes today, to show the proof of the wear and tear that oppression can take on a person, because that can be seen as a sign of weakness, and a sign of weakness is an open door that it’s working." For the moments of lightness that Cohen and Strong bring to the movie, Abdul-Mateen supplies ballast. "It’s important for the right reasons and at the right time to make art that makes people uncomfortable," he says.

Niko Tavernise/NETFLIX. On the set, from left, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Mark Rylance, Ben Shenkman, Aaron Sorkin and Eddie Redmayne

Spielberg has remained involved in the film "in an emeritus role," Sorkin says, "from giving me good script notes to casting to notes on early cuts of the film." He also showed up to the New Jersey courtroom set. "When you have to direct a scene in front of Steven Spielberg, you’re not at your most relaxed necessarily," Sorkin says. Spielberg did not, however, take an executive producing credit on the film and declined to be interviewed about it.

The decision to switch to a streaming release came after an early summer marketing strategy call between Sorkin, Paramount chief Jim Gianopulos, other Paramount execs and some of the film’s producers. "At the end of the call, Jim said, 'Listen, we don’t know what the theater business is going to look like in the fall. We have troubling data telling us that the first people back in movie theaters are going to be the people who think that the coronavirus is a hoax,'" Sorkin says. This was clearly not the intended audience for a movie whose heroes are liberal activists. "I said, 'I don’t think the Idaho militia are going to be the first people coming to this movie,'" Sorkin says.

The group agreed to explore alternatives and gave Netflix, Amazon, Apple and Hulu 24 hours to watch the film. After a bidding war, Chicago 7 landed at Netflix in a $56  million deal against its $35  million production budget, with a robust marketing campaign and promise of a theatrical release. "We knew we didn’t have the option of 'Let’s wait a year,'" Sorkin says. "This is what we’re thinking about and what we’re talking about right now, and it just would have been a real shame to not release it now."

After Chicago 7 opens in limited release, Netflix will add more theaters in the U.S. and abroad throughout October, expanding upon the film’s premiere on the service, a strategy akin to what it provided Oscar best picture nominees The Irishman and Roma, albeit in a wildly different theatrical environment.

As Hollywood opens up to more production, Sorkin, and many of the Chicago 7 actors, have begun returning to work. Abdul-Mateen has been in Berlin for The Matrix 4 and Redmayne in London for Fantastic Beasts 3, while Sorkin is shooting a West Wing reunion special at the Orpheum Theatre in downtown L.A. that will premiere on HBO Max in October as a fundraiser for When We All Vote and include video appearances by Michelle Obama, Bill Clinton and Lin-Manuel Miranda

For the real-life Chicago 7, the denouement consisted of ultimately being acquitted of conspiracy. Judge Hoffman sentenced Seale to four years in prison for contempt of court, one of the longest sentences ever handed down for that offense in the U.S., but those charges were overturned on appeal. Just three of the original eight defendants — Seale, Froines and Weiner — are still alive, but the legacy of the case lives on in contemporary protest movements. "The movie is tribute to the bravery of the protesters of 1968 and the protesters of today in Belarus, on the streets of America, in Portland," Cohen says. "These people now are risking their lives, and they’ll continue risking them."

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/features/the-trial-of-the-chicago-7-aaron-sorkin-and-stars-on-films-timeliness-to-election-and-why-everybody-has-a-role-in-the-revolution

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