#i checked and they follow me so it’s not like they haven’t seen my stuff either

[btsficsandsuch]

Taste of His Own Medicine

You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.

“Hi Yoongi.”, you said after letting yourself in the studio. You received nothing more than a grunt. “I brought you some food.”, you said trying to lure him over to the couch. “Not now Y/N. I’ve got a lot going on.”, he said without even looking at you. You were starting to get frustrated. Sure you wanted to spend time with him but you also had something really important and time sensitive to tell him. You knew he was already stressed and cranky and your news wasn’t going to make it any better. “Yoongi please come have dinner with me. I really need to talk to you about something.”, you begged. He slammed his hand on the desk and spun his chair around startling you., “What part of not now I’m busy are you not understanding? Sometimes you can be so frustrating Y/N. Please just get out and leave me alone.” You didn’t say a word and just grabbed your bag storming out of his studio slamming the door behind you.

Back at your apartment you were doing your best to calm your nerves. You couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to speak to you like that and even after you haven’t spoken or seen each other in three weeks. You felt that you were more than patient and understanding when he got into moods like this with his work. He always did this to you where he’d ignore you and if he did pay attention to you he was short with everything you did and said. You finished zipping up the last of your bags and placed them by the door along with your plane ticket. Something had come up and you had to fly back to your home country which was the reason for your visit to Yoongi’s today. You were going to tell him that in the morning you had to fly home and you’d be gone for at least two months. You had hoped to eat dinner together and cuddle a little since it would be the last time you’d be with each other for a while. Instead you were yelled at and called names.

The following morning you woke up and checked your phone secretly hoping for a text or a phone call or anything from Yoongi giving you a reason to call him and hear his voice before leaving for the airport but nothing. “Fine then. If he doesn’t care I won’t either.”, you thought slamming your phone down on the desk. You showered and got changed just finishing up when you got a notification that your ride was waiting outside. You grabbed your bags and took one last look at your apartment you’d be away from and closed the door behind you.

Once at the airport you remembered why you hated flying so much. The crowds of rude people, the loud noises, the having to rush no matter how early you are. You hated it. Your first flight went smoothly. You arrived at your layover destination and decided to grab something to eat while you waited to board your next flight. While eating your sandwich you remembered that you had turned your phone off before the last flight and pulled it out of your pocket to power it on.

Once up and running you waiting for any notifications to pop up. There were two texts from your mom, one from your best friend, and one from your boss. Then you saw something that concerned you. 11 missed calls and close to 20 texts messages, all from Yoongi.

Yoongles: Hey Y/N, I’m on my way home. Did you need me to stop and get you anything? I seriously can’t want to get in bed with you. I need a hug more than anything.

“Odd he wants to pretend like he didn’t snap last night.”, you thought before continuing to read.

Yoongles:Y/N where are you? I thought today was your day off.

Yoongles: Babe seriously you never go this long without responding.

Yoongles: Y/N why is a bunch of your stuff gone? Did you leave?

Yoongles: Listen I know I’ve been difficult lately but you know I love you and you mean everything to me.

Yoongles: Y/N please answer me. I’m really worried right now. Whatever happened we can fix it.

Before you could continue reading your phone started ringing again. You saw Yoongi’s name pop up. Part of you wanted to just ignore him but you did feel kind of bad knowing that he was in distress. You decided to answer,

“Hello”

“Y/N! Where are you? I’ll come to you. We need to talk”

“Umm I’m actually at the airport waiting for my connecting flight back home.”

“What?! You’re going back home? Like forever?”

“No I’ll be gone for at least the next two months. Maybe a little longer.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? You seriously just packed your stuff without saying goodbye.”

“Actually I came by your studio yesterday. Remember? I had found out yesterday morning that something has come up and I need to go back home for a while. I brought you food and asked you to talk to me. You ignored me and then yelled at me and called me annoying and told me to leave so I did.”

There was a long silence before Yoongi spoke again, “No this isn’t happening. I really don’t get to see you for at least two months? I can’t live like that.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “Well maybe this will teach you not to take our time together for granted and to not treat me like that. They’re about to start boarding so I have to go. Take care of yourself Yoongi. I’ll see you when I get back.” With that you hung up not giving him the chance to say anything else. You knew it was harsh but he was also harsh towards you and you wanted him to regret his actions as petty as that might be. Maybe he’ll see what it feels like to be on the receiving end of feeling ignored. A taste of his own medicine.

You shut your phone back off and made your way to the gate boarding your next plane. Your next flight thankfully went quick and you landed back in your home country. You were going to be staying with your parents. Finally arriving at your parents house you quickly went up to your old room and laid in bed exhausted from the day of travel. You turned on your phone so you could charge it and set your alarm clock when you heard a bunch of notifications which you figured were all from Yoongi. You were correct. He had tried to call you six more times and sent you a bunch of texts,

Yoongles: Y/N I’m really sorry. I was such a jerk. I never should’ve asked you to leave.

Yoongles: Please let me know when you’ve landed so that I know you’re safe.

Yoongles: I’ll stop bothering you. Just please let me know you’re safe and okay. I’m laying in bed alone and I really miss you. I love you.

You sighed. As much as you wanted to completely ignore him you knew he’d be a nervous wreck all night if he didn’t know you were safe and you didn’t want that.

You: I just got to my parents so I’m safe. Get some sleep Yoongi. You really need it. I’ll talk to you another time.

Over the next couple months Yoongi texted you and called you more than he had in the last six months. You didn’t completely ignore him but you definitely tried to give him that taste of his own medicine.

You were able to get everything situated back home and got prepared to make the trip back to Seoul. You had decided to keep it a surprise from Yoongi telling him that you were still probably going to be gone for a few more weeks.Thankfully the trip was quick and easy and you were now making your way to his studio. You knocked on the door but all you heard was a muffled Go Away. Rolling your eyes you knocked again, this time louder and harder hoping to get his attention.

It worked because a few second later the door swung open with fury and standing there was a disheveled Yoongi. He looked like he hadn’t slept the entire time you were gone and he probably ate just enough to barely keep him alive. “What do you wa-?”, he stopped mid speech when his eyes met yours. Instantly he lunged forward wrapping his arms around you burying his face in your neck. Before you could say anything you felt his shoulder start to shake and not long after you felt warm tears landing on your neck. Gently you pushed him away to get a better look and saw that he was crying.

“Yoongles, why are you crying?”, you asked wiping at the tears. This was only the third time he had ever allowed you to see him cry and it was heartbreaking. He was taking this a lot harder than you ever thought he would.

Quickly you pulled him into his studio and sat him down on the couch trying to comfort him. After he was able to calm his breathing he leaned onto you snuggling his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I never knew how hard it was when I shut you out. These last couple months have been awful.” You kissed his forehead, “It’s okay Yoongi. I’m here now. I’m sorry that I just left like that but I wanted you to see how it felt even though it was painful for me too. I worried about you every day while I was gone.” He chuckled, “Yeah well I cried pretty much every night. I don’t know how you did it all these years. I promise I’m going to be better about spending time with you and I’ll watch my mouth.” You smiled while pushing the hair out of his face, “Good because next time I go home I just might not come back.” Yoongi shook his head at the thought.

You watched him walk over to his computer closing all of the systems and powering it off. “What are you doing?”, you asked confused. He started putting on his coat and walked over to take your hand, “We’re gonna go get something to eat and then go home. We have two months of cuddles to make up for and I’m not waiting any longer.” You smiled taking his hand and walking out of the room with him happy that you finally get to relax in his arms like you wanted from the start.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #bts yoongi #bts fluff #bts imagines #yoongi imagine #yoongi x y/n #yoongi #min yoongi

[marlenesluv]

Paper Rings. (DR)

summary: posting book content and drawing is your job, reading and drawing is luckily two of your favorite hobbies. y’know, besides posting your boyfriend, daniel.

warnings: none!

pairing: daniel ricciardo x book!reader (slight mention of reader being an artist as well)

note: not sure, but i might make this a thing with every driver..? idk. it’s tempting for sure. also, slight age-gap in my mind when i wrote this. daniel is 34, i was imaging reader as 25/26. another thing, lmao, and this pertains to all my daniel stuff, im just writing as if he’s in redbull. im missing redbull era hard.

masterlist here -> masterlist link

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y/n.user: midnight runs and cute annotations🎀

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danielricciardo: i look quite handsome

|> maxverstappen1: you’re cocky

|> y/n.user: he does look handsome, though

|> maxverstappen1: wow, she compliments and is smart, how tf

|> danielricciardo: 😇🖕(ily y/n!)

|> y/n.user: 💁‍♀️ (ily too!)

bookstergram: have you seen the movie ‘pride and prejudice’? or are you waiting till you finish the book?

|> y/n.user: ive seen it! (a thousand times lol) i’m rereading it rn

f1.editpage: you guys are my parents, you just don’t know it yet :/

wag.off1: our book barbie 🎀💐🩷🩰

|> y/n.user: EEK 🥹

|> danielricciardo: what am i??😁

|> wag.off1: you’re just ken

|> danielricciardo: 🙁

|> y/n.user: but you’re keneough for me 😔❤️

|> danielricciardo: i will happily be your ken❤️😇

user55: do they make us feel single on purpose…

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danielricciardo: my multitalented gf🎨

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francisca.cgomes: wow, your gf is so so pretty

|> danielricciardo: i know😁

|> y/n.user: my heart 🥹🫶 i love you kika (and daniel ofc!)

|> danielricciardo: 🤨 come give me kisses, that was mean

|> y/n.user: fine🙄😚

scottyjames31: wow, didn’t realize you ran a fanpage

|> danielricciardo: for my girl? of course i do

fanpage.f1: i need someone who posts me like this

user93: where tf do i find a daniel??

|> user35: for starters, im gonna need to be a little richer LMAO

|> user74: well, daniel and y/n grew up together, so just grow up with an f1 driver LOLZ

wagsoff1: our wag is looking so beautiful and creative in these

y/nfanpage: she’s so pretty wtfffff

booklover98: my book content mom🤗

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y/n.user: italy, i love you

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danielricciardo: but you love me more

|> y/n.user: of course i love you more, danny 😌

wags.f1: you guys are so cute

book.lover: these pictures are so aesthetic UGH

des.sidster: what book are you reading??

|> y/n.user: the duke and i!

|> des.sidster: omg! finally starting? lmk🫶

|> y/n.user: ofc!🫶

y/n.fanpage: i need more y/n content. her page is j danny and books

|> user45: maybe that’s because she loves daniel and her books LMAO

|> danielricciardo: hmmmm🤔

dannyric.fp: the danny content? mother is feeding us🤲

pierregasly: we are also in italy??

|> y/n.user: are you asking me…?

|> pierregasly: why haven’t you asked to hangout with me and kika?

|> y/n.user: do you guys wanna get dinner tonight?

|> francisca.cgomes: yes! text our gc!!

user92: they have a gc??

|> daniel.y/n.fp: daniel mentioned in an interview once that he, y/n, kika, and pierre have one where they plan hangouts!

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danielricciardo: i’ll marry you with paper rings (did i do it right, babe?)

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y/n.user: you did so good, love ☹️🩷

|> danielricciardo: 😁🩷

user11: this post is calling me single in every way possible. wtf

f1wags: the first picture is so sweet, but the second⁉️ i’m sobbing

maxverstappen1: i always think i’m following a fanpage when i scroll through my instagram and see these, and then i realize you’re just down bad

|> danielricciardo: sue me for being in love

|> y/ns.fanpage: i’m about to, you guys make me feel lonely

user46: the way he supports her reading addiction, posts her, and loves her more than anything ☹️

|> user16: we’re all living vicariously through them

danric.edits: we are NOT skipping over the fact that he just said that he would “marry her with paper rings” are we???

|> y/n.photoshoots: fr, like, are our parents finally gonna get married?

bookster.gram: my book mom 🫶

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y/n.user: bro ☹️🥹 how do i not violently sob rn

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danielricciardo: i violently sobbed when you said ‘yes’

|> y/n.user: i’m gonna sob again

des.sidster: omgggg, congratulations!!🩷

|> y/n.user: thank you des!🩷

y/nfanpage: change ur user now??

|> user04: she’s prolly waiting till they get married

saracarrolli: congratulations, pretty girl!! you guys are adorable together

|> y/n.user: thank you sara! :’)

books4life: mom and dad are getting married guys😭🫶🥹

bookofthemonth: congratulations to one of our favorite couples!! expect book mail <3

|> y/n.user: aww, haha, thank you!!!!

pierregasly: wow, he actually proposed. congratulations!

|> y/n.user: thanks pierre🙄

|> pierregasly: watch it or i wont come to the wedding

|> y/n.user: who said you were invited?

|> pierregasly: excuse me😦

|> danielricciardo: shes joking😶

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danielricciardo: i love you, thank you for saying yes to forever❤️

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y/n.user: i love you more❤️

|> danielricciardo: impossible❤️

ricciardo.fp: they are too cute, your honor

charles_leclerc: congratulations, mate!!

|> danielricciardo: thank you!!

user82: mom & dad are so cuteee AHHHHHHH

dan.ricccc.fp: you didn’t marry her with paper rings tho!

christianhorner: congratulations, daniel and y/n!!

|> y/n.user: thank you, christian!! (from me and dan)

maxverstappen1: congratulations, guys!!!

|> georgerussell63: maxiel is dead now

|> danielricciardo: thank you max! and maxiel will never die

|> maxverstappen1: so true

bookk.gram: my roman empire fr

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#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x ofc #daniel ricciardo x female reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel riccardo imagine #daniel riccardo x reader #smau #daniel ricciardo smau

[its-time-to-write]

ugggghhh I love your writing! your style and just voice are outstanding!

could you write something with Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) who are dating (but no one knows) and they are doing a PR thing for England or some ad campaign? And they have to do silly things and show how much they know about each other (like they have known each other since they were in school and have been friends for a while) but then Keeley catches on or something. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but essentially it is Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) relationship, thank you! <3

✌️😗

you’re a mansion with a view

There’s an insistent knocking on the door. It’s who-the-fuck-knows o’clock Jamie has been inside all day, lights off and dealing with a wicked hangover. The pounding on the door syncs up with the pounding in his head, and he Jamie shuffles to open it so the person on the other side can shut up.

He opens it to find you, mid-knock.

“Put a shirt on, Tartt,” you say as you push past him, grocery bag in hand. Jamie looks down. He’s just in his trousers, and for once he’s grateful that it isn’t the other way around.

“Fucking hell, Killer,” he groans. “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

You shake your head, ignoring the fact that he used your football nickname as opposed to your actual name. “Nope. It’s five. Training’s done for the day.”

Jamie follows you to his kitchen. Why you’re walking around like you own the place, he has no idea.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “And how do you know where all my stuff is?”

You tap your head. “Our houses have the same layout. I can see yours from across the street, and noticed you haven’t been out in like, a week. That’s a record for you.”

Jamie rubs his face. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “So why are you here?”

You turn around from the fridge. “Figured you haven’t had a decent meal besides vanilla vodka.” You make a face. “Disgusting. Just because you’re not playing football doesn’t mean you can neglect nutrition, Tartt.”

“I ain’t neglecting my nutrition,” he replies. “Just…” he trails off.

You smirk. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. The great Jamie Tartt, drowning his sorrows in vanilla vodka and becoming a couch potato. You haven’t even had any women ‘round to numb the sting. That’s new.”

You flip on a light to which Jamie groans. You flip it off. “So are you going to put on a shirt, or..?”

“Killer,” Jamie says for the third time, “the fuck are you doing in my house?”

You pretend to be digging in the grocery bag so you don’t have to look at his face.

“Saw your interview,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible. “Thought you might need someone to make sure you haven’t, I don’t know, died.”

Jamie knocks his head against the wall. “Has everyone fucking seen that?” 

You shrug. “Personally, I liked it a lot better than your season of Lust Conquers All. Lot more feeling in that one interview than the whole show, if you ask me.”

“So you saw that,” Jamie comments. This is far too many words for the headache he has.

“Yup.” 

“And you’re still here.”

“Uh huh.”

Jamie is at a loss for words. Everyone else has left him because of that fucking tv show, where he acted like the worst version of himself and didn’t even fucking win.

Doesn’t make sense that you, a midfielder from some women’s FC, would be in his house pulling out real food and making sure he’s alright.

For a moment, Jamie feels bad that he can’t remember what team you play for.

He thinks that this goes beyond neighborly duties. Sure, you live across the street from him and you’ve seen each other at various events, but this is probably the first real conversation you’ve ever had. He has no idea what to make of it.

He asks, “Why do you care?” then immediately cringes at the harsh tone of his voice.

You slam the fridge door harder than you anticipate, making you both jump.

“Because,” you say, then you sigh. 

“Footballer life off the pitch sucks sometimes. I wish someone had checked on me.”

“I ain’t a footballer,” Jamie points out, vaguely remembering something about your name in some less-than-friendly headline.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tartt.”

—

Five months later, you’re at some random football pitch in your full kit and far more makeup than you’d wear to a match. 

Some magazine is doing some profile on different footballers, taking photos with different men and women from all kinds of teams together. You’re not sure why you, a midfielder, are here with Tartt, a striker.

You’re not complaining.

“Oi, Tartt,” you call, “how does it feel to be scored on by a girl?”

(The photographer wanted some action shots of you and Jamie playing 1 v 1.)

Jamie scoffs. “My masculinity ain’t fragile, Killer. Just lucky you didn’t break any of my bones.” He says the words carefully, as if they’re unfamiliar to his tongue and he wants to get them just right.

“You know I have a name, right?” you ask, breathing hard. You’ve dribbled the ball back to Jamie and are standing practically forehead to forehead. “Like, a real actual name that you’re allowed to use?”

Jamie grins and drops his voice to a near-whisper, “Oh I know how to use your name, love.”

You shiver, trapped in his gaze for a minute. 

The spell is broken as the photographer shouts, “Alright loves, let’s stage some of you two together.”

You both turn to jog to the sidelines, where she begins posing you. 

“Wow,” she remarks, “you two have great chemistry. Usually I have to tell you footballers to act like you like each other.”

Jamie grins and knocks his shoulder into yours. “Hear that, Killer?” he asks, “She thinks we have good chemistry.”

You roll your eyes and feign annoyance. “Be professional, Tartt.”

The photographer asks, “How long have you known each other?”

You and Jamie say, “Two years,” in perfect unison.

“My goodness,” she laughs, “you two are just in sync today! How’d you meet?” You say, “we’re neighbors,” at the same time Jamie says, “at a party.”

You both look at each other. “We met because we live across the street from each other,” you say.

Jamie shakes his head, “No, we met a week before you moved in at a party.”

“What party?” you ask. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

“Nah,” Jamie replies, “You were too busy getting sloshed with your teammates while they all hit on Keeley.” 

You scrunch your nose. “Was I sloshed?”

“Yep,” Jamie says. “Properly. It was the end of the season, so makes sense.”

“Weird,” you reply. “My first memory of you is when you tried to break into my house because you were too busy snogging this model to figure out you were on the wrong side of the street.”

“Oi, it could happen to anyone!” Jamie says defensively.

“Sure,” you laugh. “Happens to me all the time.”

You reach out to steal the football that’s tucked under Jamie’s arm, but he’s too quick for you. 

“Give it!” you say, still laughing.

He holds it above your head. “Give what?” he asks innocently. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You’re jumping and trying to pull his arm down to where you can reach and are almost successful when he tosses it to his other hand.

“No fair!” you cry, “You’re taller than me!”

Jamie grins. “Oh, you want the football then? Maybe try asking nicely.”

You still. “Jamie,” you begin, “could you please give me the football?”

He’s still holding it high above you as he considers. “Hm.” He pretends to think for a moment. “No.” He breaks away from you and kicks it into the goal across the field.

“You can have it now,” he says when he returns. You’re trying so hard to be mad at him, but he has that silly little grin he gets when he’s trying to make you laugh and you just can’t fake a frown.

“Screw you, Tartt,” you laugh.

Jamie raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to reply when he’s cut off by the photographer.

“You two get along really well,” she says. “I think you’d be cute together.”

You blush and Jamie says, “I fucking hope so. She’s my girlfriend. Oi, d’you want a picture of us kissing?”

“No she doesn’t,” you say.

“Yes she does,” Jamie says. “We’re fucking adorable, babe. Football’s power couple. Behind Posh and Becks, of course,” he says as an afterthought. 

“Fine,” you say, “One. Then I’m getting that football and your ass is grass, Tartt.”

Jamie grins. “Fine by me, love.”

He leans in to kiss you but you pull away at the last second, sprinting toward the football still under the goalposts. Did he really think you were going to play fair?

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[starlightsalvatore]

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

heyooo - dabbling with a klaus fic hehe - should I do a part two for what they get up to after this? lmk!! and as always lmk what you think :) writing for the vampire diaries is very new to me so any feedback is appreciated! 

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: after a deadly encounter with a werewolf, an old ‘friend’ comes to your rescue

word count: 1.3k (short and sweet!) 

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, typical tvdu stuff

You shivered as Damon wrapped his blankets around you, gently sitting beside you as he held a blood bag up to your lips, which you accepted gratefully and sucked down rather feverishly. “Can I get you anything?” he asked, those intense blue eyes swimming with more emotion than you’d ever seen.

You softly shook your head, “the only thing you can do for me is to stop looking at me like that,” you whispered and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, Miss Conceited, I’m not looking at you like anything,” he teased and you chuckled though it was immediately followed by a wince as pain reverberated through every nerve ending. “You should get some rest, okay? I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” You nodded as he left, letting out an exhale when you were finally alone for the first time since it all happened. You were putting on a brave face for everyone else, assuring Elena you were going to be okay and making her promise she wouldn’t come by the house for her own safety and you’d kept your goodbyes brief, joking throughout… saying things like it’s a miracle I haven’t died sooner, don’t look so sad, but in reality you were terrified. You weren’t ready, your life felt so... unfinished. You hadn’t truly loved anyone yet or even been loved, things were far too chaotic to even think about having a love life. The furthest you’d ever been from Mystic Falls was a family road trip to Texas for a reunion your parents dragged you to just before they both died. 

Your dreams felt muddled, a mix of childhood memories and moments with your friends when shit wasn’t hitting the fan… it genuinely felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as you slept and you awoke suddenly unrested and straining to hear a voice on the other side of the door. “You know, one voicemail works just as well as a dozen.” It couldn’t be.

“No…” you muttered as the door opened, shifting to sit upright but failing as you grunted in pain, watching the blonde man slowly walk towards you and settle beside you. “No, this isn’t real, this is a hallucination.”

“I’m afraid I’m very real,” he replied, accent thick as he looked down at you and you poked his arm, stunned to find it wasn’t an apparition.

“Nope, this is- this is Stefan, or Damon and my brain is just playing some really evil twisted joke on me,” you coughed out.

“I’m offended, love. I’ve traveled all this way just to see you and you liken me to the Salvatore brothers,” he said and you blinked a few times as you accepted he really was here. “Playing with werewolves, are we?” he asked, fingers delicately brushing your shirt aside to reveal the mark just above your collarbone.

“Thought it was a golden retriever,” you rasped and he chuckled.

“Your friends downstairs were very adamant in my coming to save you,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Is that what you’re here to do, Klaus? Or are you going to dangle salvation in front of me before making a ridiculous demand?” you asked and he smirked. He always found you amusing, if not annoying at times, there was a point in which you had him completely wrapped around your finger… something you exploited to the benefit of you and your friends whenever it suited you. And he let you, time and time again, because the moments in which you’d allow him to be within your orbit, or accept the countless gifts he left at your doorstep gave him a glimmer of hope that one day you’d let him give you more. He wanted to show you the world, but you’d extinguished any of that hope he’d had by slamming the door in his face the last time you saw each other.

“I’m here to save your life if you’ll let me,” he answered and you almost rolled your eyes. 

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, love. I’m just here out of the kindness of my heart,” he said and now you did roll your eyes.

“Come on, Klaus. I know you better than that. There’s no such thing as the kindness of your heart because it’s cold and dead,” you shot back. “What do you want?” Your tenacity with him was always the most intriguing, you challenged him… made him want to be better but unfortunately with you it seemed there was nothing he could do to win you over.

“Perhaps I do want something, the question is if your life is worth obliging my simple request?” he proposed.

“Please do drag this out further, it’s not like I’m on a clock here,” you coughed out. 

“I want you to take me up on my previous offer… in exchange my blood is as good as yours,” he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“My answer is the same as it was then.”

“I’m afraid there’s no door for you to slam in my face, love. Would you really rather die than allow me the honor of showing you the world?” he asked and you didn’t miss the way hurt seeped into his tone, though he was trying his best to hide it. 

“Yes,” you answered, voice wavering.

“Perhaps I should let you suffer, consider it a delayed punishment for your continual disrespect,” he said and you chuckled.

“Then go ahead, Klaus. Doors over there,” you said, wincing as you shifted your position. “You never had any intention of saving my life,” you accused and now the hurt was clear as day on his face.

“Do you really think so low of me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I don’t think of you at all.” you answered, hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he responded and as he stood to leave you’d never been more unsure, questioning if this was the right way to play it. Just as he reached the door frame you doubled over in a coughing fit, leaning over the side of the bed as blood dribbled from your mouth and he felt physical pain at the sight. He was back by your side in an instant, tugging you into him and placing his arm in front of you. “Drink, please.” You looked up at him through your lashes, but he just nodded, eyes pleading with you and you let your fangs sink into the skin of his wrist. With each gulp you felt your energy restore and the pain disappear. As you drank he brushed your shirt aside again to watch the wound heal for himself. 

You pulled away but didn’t make any move to leave his lap, allowing him to keep his arms around you for a moment… but just a moment before you leaned back, “three months.” you said suddenly and you saw an emotion you’d never really seen from him… confusion. 

“What?” he asked and you smirked.

“You had your terms, I’m negotiating,” you answered and you watched realization settle across his features.

“What changed your mind?” He couldn’t stop his smile from spreading into a grin.

“I was bluffing,” you said and his grin faltered. “Yet, you still gave me your blood without forcing me to comply… maybe that heart of yours isn’t as cold and dead as I thought.”

“I thought you didn’t think of me?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Maybe I do. You get three months, no more no less… that’s the deal,” you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake and when he grasped it he yanked you a little closer.

“Once we get started you’ll be begging me for more time,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, that’s up to you to prove it worth my time… but that’s all I’m promising.” 

“That’s all I need, love.”

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✿✿Orange Moon✿✿

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Author’s Note - HEHEHEHAHAHA! HI YALL!! I feel like im on a literal rollll, i started writing this RIGHT AFTER Moonlight! But this is like a part three-ish to this little Awpxey series!!! If you guys want anything more to do with him girl don’t be shy to hit up my inboxxx! I actually have to check if it even works but regardless! Enjoy this please!

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Summary - It is now early in the morning, the morning after you had snuck out. You are now stuck in between how to explain to your parents why you had left and never returned, and why you now have a boy with you, courting you, following you 24/7, and asking for your family’s blessing!

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Warnings - nothing to crazy?, cuddling, kissing, teen romance, fluffy stuff, courting, relationship establishments, very worried parents, worried family, parent talk, jake still coming to terms reader’s growing up, mentions of mating, boyfriend vs family tension, happy family moments, family dinner, meeting parents (yes already), overprotective family

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A sudden loud chirp was what had woken you up from your peaceful slumber. Your ears folding down in a slight annoyance as you were so groggy.

You sighed tiredly, your nose stuffy and congested from your sleep. Your body felt so warm, you thought it was from the atmosphere of the cave.

Until, you felt the cool breath of someone from behind you.

You froze.

Who is that?

You had felt relieved once you remembered it was just Awpxey.

What left that relief short lived was the fact you had fallen asleep here, in this cave, all through the night, with Awpxey, exchanging kisses throughout the night, and you still haven’t said a thing to your parents. I mean how were you supposed to talk to them?

You were not home. And you were not going to wake them up in the middle of the night over the fact you couldn’t sleep.

But now you wish you had left some type of note. You were scared to return home. Gosh your parents are not going to be happy.

You knew that as soon as you walk through that hut entrance, your ass is as good as grass.

You’re done for. You’re gonna be on the worst punishments ever. This would be your first and very last time sneaking out.

If you even make it out of this, alive.

Awpxey’s head stirring had brought you back to reality, a deep sigh coming from his stuffy nose too.

You had stood up abruptly, your back weirdly warm due to his chest. But that was the last thing on your mind.

Guilt set in your stomach as you seen how he jerked due to your quick removal. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he was trying to look at you but rub that itch out his eyes.

“Y/n?” Oh god… His morning voice was beyond fine.

“A-Awpxey… We-uhm, we fell asleep here. I have to get home, and I’m probably gonna be in trouble.” You ramble on nervously. When you looked down towards him to see why he was so quiet you found him already looking at you, a soft smile adorning his lips.

Awpxey proposed his idea. “Why don’t we go wash up first? Then I’ll walk you to your hut, and say it’s my fault you left and never went back in the first please, yeah?”

“No. No, that’s not fair for you to just take the blame lime that. I cant do that to you.”

“I’m doing it to myself, actually.”

Gosh when did everybody just start becoming such smartasses?

“Okay then, smartass. Since you know everything, fine then. You can do whatever you want. I don’t care.” You grumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest.

He smiled at you teasingly from the floor before standing and stretching. A yawn spread across your mouth as you heard his back crack.

You were caught off guard when Awpxey was just then in front of you, and pecked your lips.

You covered your mouth with both your hands in shock. His name coming muffled from behind your hands.

He stared at you confused, his head tilted as the skin of his eyebrow was raised on one side.

“You kissed me before I even washed my mouth!” You exclaim, your shock seemed so foreign to him, why was it so important.

Your mood felt more sour once you heard that familiar laugh. He was laughing at you, in your face. His head thrown pack with one hand slapped over his stomach kind of laugh.

“Boys are unsalvageable.” You mutter the comment to yourself, or at least it was supposed to be to yourself. In your daze of being annoyed at the fact Awpxey laughed at you, you didn’t notice when he had stopped.

Hands were suddenly around your waist from your front, scaring you. And there Awpxey was standing in all his glory, his tall stature hanging over you.

“What’s that supposed to mean, sevin?” You eyes widen at the question, and at the fact he had called you pretty.

There wasn’t must time to dwell on it before he smashed his lips against yours. His hands gently holding your waist, giving it four small squeezes.

Your hands soon moved up towards his shoulders, your arms wrapping behind his neck, deepening the kiss.

The kiss lasted for almost a good minute, before you realized neither of you had washed your mouths.

“Awpxey! That’s the second time!” You jump back after you separate from the kiss.

“What are you, a germaphobe or something?” He asked mockingly while rolling his eyes. You turned back to glare at him while you exited the cave.

You were glad there was a river close to where the cave was located as you submerged yourself knee-deep into the cool water.

It helped cool down your hot skin, so you had given in to your urge and went completely underwater.

The cold water enveloped you, your hair, your clothes, your jewelry, your whole body.

When you resurfaced, a small pant evident in your chest, you turned around to see Awpxey around shoulder deep into the water.

You swam towards him, catching his attention quick. A smile on both of your faces.

“Have you washed your mouth?” He asked matter-of-factly. And you responded just the same.

“Yes I have, have you?” You were expectant for his answer as what you wanted to say was on the tip of your tongue.

“I sure did.” He said with so much confidence.

“Hard to believe…” You mutter out purposely, hoping to get under his skin. Which you had.

“What did you say?” He leaned forward to you, turning his head to point his ear at you.

You placed your mouth right in front of his ear, speaking decibels louder. “Hard to believe.”

Awpxey moved back, shock on his face. “I’m offended Y/n.” He placed his hand on his chest.

“That’s okay.” You shrugged, a smile breaking out on your face.

“You’re so mean to me, makes me wanna kiss you.” You froze at his words.

“What?” You say blindly, shock written all over you.

“You heard me. Didn’t you?” He wasn’t be serious was he? He’s just trying to bother you for bothering him that’s all.

Yeah. That’s all.

But it wasn’t when he put his index finger under your chin, lifting your head so you look back up to his face.

“I said I wanna kiss you. Can I?”

You were speechless. Not really knowing what to say back to him, but you blindly nodded anyways.

“Can I hear you say it? I gotta know you’re functioning Y/n.”

Oh Eywa.

Somebody needs to come get this man.

“F-fine. You can kiss me.” You grumbled.

“Good.” Awpxey said with a smile.

His lips then connected with yours, his hands holding the sides of your face gently as the kiss deepened.

Your hands held onto his biceps, your legs felt weak under the water. His arms were working as your extra support.

You have never felt anything more intimate in your whole life.

This is what true love felt like.

This must be what your parents feel like, your grandparents. Your grandfather who you were never able to meet.

And the many generations before that. They had all felt true love. They all had their own intimate moments such as this. You’re experiencing that moment, right now.

“Awpxey.” You said breathlessly. He felt this way too right?

“Y/n.” His voice was so soft, it was smooth and sultry. A tone like no other.

“I want to ask you something, Y/n. If you don’t have a problem with that.”

You nodded, “it’s fine Awpxey, you can ask me.”

“Come,” he beckoned, “I want to ask you while sitting down somewhere.”

You nodded, following him out the water. You watched starstruck as water cascaded down his back. Going through and then out of the crevices and dips from his muscles.

Eywa took her time on him.

Before you knew it you were sat on a patch of grass not far from the river, Awpxey next to you.

“What was it you wanted to ask me Awpxey?” You didn’t want to rush him, your parents the last thing on your mind right now.

He took a deep breath, settling his nerves before he spoke.

“I want to start courting you.”

You did everything to stay still and to just look and listen so your body language didn’t send any of the wrong signs.

You gave a small smile and a nod as you noticed he had more to say.

Awpxey turned more towards you, grabbing your hand. Fidgeting with your fingers and the rings you wore, along with your bracelets.

“This is why I want to court you.” He starts.

“You read me so well, you read everybody so well. You notice the little things and always want to help!” You nod, letting him know that he has your full attention and that you’re listening to him.

“You’re so sweet, and kind, and beautiful. You can make anybody happy. You light up rooms when you walk in and your smile brightens everyone’s day. The elders love you since you are so kind. You’re humble! And they love that, I know I do.” You laugh at his small comment, trying not to cry at his sweet words.

“And the children.. The classes that you teach you can hear them when they talk to their parents, just raving about just how amazing you are, and how you’re so interactive and I just love you.” Your eyes widen.

“I love you. And I want to show it by courting you. So, I am asking for your permission. Y/n te Sulli Neytiri’ite, may I, Awpxey te Relongtai Puo’itan, court you?”

Your eyes well with tears. His words were so heartfelt. No one had ever said they loved you but your own family. To hear it from somebody else in that way caused this feeling in your chest that was so foreign and unexplainable you didn’t know what to do.

But you did know that you loved him, you loved Awpxey. So you nodded. You nodded accepting his request to court you.

“Y-Yes Awpxey. You can court me.” You wiped your tears as you laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed at your reaction.

He tackled you into a hug. Holding you tightly before his whispered a small ‘thank you’ into your ear.

“Does that mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” You asked into his shoulder.

“I guess so, but that’s only if you want to.”

“Then I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”

You both laid there, together. Enjoying your moment, until your eyes widened, realizing that you are still out here and your family has no idea where you are.

“Oh my god Awpxey!” You exclaimed, rushing to get up.

“What? What happened?” He got up just as frantically as you had.

“I have to go home! I haven’t went home, oh my god! Awpxey I’m gonna be in so much trouble! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.”

Awpxey was quick to be at your side, holding your shoulders to calm you down.

“It’s gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay, okay? Like I said earlier, I’ll take the blame. I’ll say it was apart of my plan when I was asking to court you, alright?”

You shook your head, “I can’t allow you to get in trouble like that! I’m not doing that to you!”

You were refusing, you know how your parents could get, you did not need the only man who had shown you true love and interest in you, to be chased away by your parents who are borderline-psychotic.

“Please Awpxey, I can’t lose you.” Your eyes had gotten teary again. And that’s when Awpxey realized how serious this was to you.

“Okay Y/n, okay. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” Awpxey pulled you to his chest, brushing your hair back from your face.

“I’m just gonna tell the truth… My mother always told me that the truth sets you free, so I’m gonna say what really happened.” You were dead set on not letting Awpxey lie for you. And he could see that, so he nodded, not wanting to upset you further.

“If that’s what you wanna do Y/n, you can do that. You know your family better than I do, you know their morals and what they believe.” Awpxey still held you, his chin resting on your head.

“We should go now…” You whispered meekly. “Go and get it over with.” There was an apology at the tip of your tongue. But you wanted to hold it, just in case you might really need to say it later.

“Okay, let’s go Y/n.” Awpxey held your hand the whole way. He talked to you and helped you take your mind off things for quite a bit.

You then realized that you were at the point where you would need your ikran to go back to High Camp.

“Awpxey, we need our Ikran now.. To go back.” You had gotten sad at even the thought of returning. You were scared to see how your parents would react.

Awpxey agreed, and had noticed your hesitation, so he placed his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently.

When you both had finished calling your ikran, and they had both arrived, you mounted them. Riding back to your home located in the Hallelujah Mountains.

Once you were there, and had landed your ikran, the amount of anxiety and trepidation inside your stomach was unreal.

As you two walked close to where your hut was you had stopped, shaking your head.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go in there Awpxey. I can’t go in there. They’re going to be so mad at me, so disappointed I can’t do this. I can’t, I really can’t.” You rambled out, your breath shortening as you panted.

“Y/n. Y/n, you need to focus. Okay? Look at me. Y/n look at me please.” Your eyes flickered to his. “You can do this, okay? Don’t ever say you can’t. Got it?”

“G-got it.” You nodded. “I-I’m going to go now, I want you to stay out here though Awpxey. I don’t.. I don’t want them to act different if you’re in there, okay?”

He nodded immediately, understanding your situation. “I got it Y/n. If anything, absolutely anything happens, come look for me. I’ll most likely be in my hut with my parents, okay?” You smiled.

“Okay Awpxey.” You hugged him, hugged him tight to savor his body warmth because you had no idea if that was going to be your last time seeing him.

“You’re going to be okay Y/n, go. I promise.” Yo nodded, waving goodbye to him before walking towards your hut.

You walked slow, your footsteps light as to not aware anybody in the hut.

When you had finally approached the entrance, walking through it slowly, your chest heavy and your mind hazy you stopped.

All heads turned to you quickly, your parents the first to stand. They rushed towards you, both exclaiming, “Y/n!” As they ran.

Your father grabbed you, turning you around and examining your body for any injuries, he had obviously, found none.

Your mother held your hand, pulling your head to her chest as she cried tears of joy at the fact you had come home, safe, and with no injuries.

“Where have you been ma’ite? We were all so worried for you!”

“I-I’m okay mom, I swear. This is a really, really big misunderstanding.” You held your hands out.

“Misunderstanding?” You dad echoed.

“Yes, misunderstanding. I want to explain you guys what happened first before you ask me anything though, okay?” Your parents nodded, they had beckoned your siblings out, though they protested as they wanted to see you too.

Your parents gave them the promise that they will see you later.

Awpxey watched from afar as he seen all your siblings walk out the hut, incoherent protests leaving their mouths.

‘Shit.’

Once they were all gone, and your father checked the area to see that they were really gone, you all sat at the table.

As your parents faced you, you fidgeted with your jewelry, scared to even look them in the face.

“Ma’ite? What happened? Why were you gone for so long?” Your mother asked. That’s when you finally looked up.

“I-It’s a little bit of a long story? I’m going to explain everything though.” Your father nodded, giving you his undivided attention.

“Last night, I could not fall asleep.” Your parents began to nod along to your story.

“So, I decided that I would go to the forest, to get my mind off of things.” You internally cringed as you seen your fathers eyes widen.

“I know, I know that it was really, really dangerous to leave with out saying anything and with the fact Sky People are here, I know. I hesitated at first. I was scared to even go. But I followed my gut. I think it was the best decision I ever made actually.” You said with a sheepish smile after your last sentence.

Your parents’ brows furrowed as they shared a look between each other.

“Anyway, while I was out there, about to bother the fan lizards, I had found Awpxey.” The name felt heavy on your tongue, worried about how your father would feel before anybody else.

“We hung out, and then he took me to this really pretty cave that had an open top so we watched the stars.” Your cheeks felt warm as you knew you were leaving some details out.

“We watched the stars and then fell asleep after a while, and when we woke up we washed at the river then came here.” You felt bad for worrying your parents, but at the same time you are so, so glad you left.

“Nothing like that happened either, dad. We only hung out, talked and stargazed. That’s it.” Toy father put his hands up.

“I-I never said anything.” He already looked so guilty, but you know you had put him on the spot.

“I know how you are, I just want to say it to clear any thoughts.”

After about 10 seconds you noticed your mother’s ongoing silence. You peeked up at her nervously, wondering why she hadn’t said anything.

You were shocked to see she had a smile on her face. Did she know?

“I’m glad it was only positive stuff that happened ma’ite, is there anything else you want to say?”

You choked as you remembered the fact Awpxey is now courting you.

“Babygirl?” Your dad asked.

“Uhm.. Yeah. One more thing..” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Awpxeyaskedtocourtmesoweretechnicallykindofdatingnow!” You rushed out in one breath.

“What?” Your parents said simultaneously.

You took a deep breath. “Awpxey asked to court me. So.. We’re technically kind of dating now…”

Your eyes were shut. And you wanted to keep it that way.

You peeked through one squinted eyelid, just to see your mother holding your fathers head.

Your body slumped in as you stared on in disbelief.

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay ma’jake. It’s okay.” Your mother patted his head.

“Wha- Mom. What is even happening right now?” You jumbled out.

You then heard a hiccup. A deep one.

Is your father crying?

“Dad?” You asked worriedly.

When his head lifted to face towards you your heart broke. You had never seen your father cry in your 17 years of living. So to see his tearful face and swollen eyes, knowing you were the reason broke you.

“Dad.” Your eyes watered, hands clenching into fists at your side to try and hold them back.

“Oh babygirl, come here.” You both hugged, he held you close to him, and you cried into his shoulder. Happy to feel the familiar parental love and warm body that used to hold you when you were young.

The sensation had felt so far away at this point. It was heartwarming to feel it again.

Feel it as if you were little all over again.

“I’m sorry dad.” You didn’t know what exactly you were apologizing for, whether it was for making him cry, dating Awpxey or both. But regardless, you knew you had to apologize.

Your mother looked at you both with a smile on her face, an idea flashing in her head.

“You should invite him for dinner.” You and your father turned to look at your mother quickly. Both talking out at the same time.

“No!”

“Really?”

You look to your father quickly, trying to catch his eye as he avoided looking at you.

“I mean, uh. Yeah, uhm yeah. H-he should come for dinner, yeah.”

Your mother came forward, patting Jake on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine ma’Jake. I think it would be nice, think about it. We can see what he’s really like.”

You nodded, “please dad? He’s super nice, and respectful! He’s like a family man.” You had made sure to add the last comment because you knew it would win your dad over.

You could see the cogs in his brain working as he actually thought about it.

“Hmm.. Okay, okay fine he can come over for dinner.”

You jumped into his arms, knocking him onto his butt on the floor. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you! Thank you dad! I love you!” You kissed his cheeks and hugged him, he smiled as he hugged you back.

“You’re welcome, and I love you too babygirl.”

“Now go, go get him for dinner. Because I will start preparing it soon.” Your mother shooed you, and you left hastily with a new excitement as she was pulling you out the hut.

You walked around for a bit, looking for Awpxey’s hut when you finally noticed his father, Puo outside, hanging loincloths to dry.

You walk up to him speaking quietly as to not abruptly disturb him. “Excuse me, Mr. Relongtai?” He turned around at the call of his name.

“Oh, Y/n. Oel Ngati Kameie.” He said, doing the hand sign’s greeting. “Oel Ngati Kameie.” You greet back.

“What brings you here Y/n?” He asked.

So Awpxey hasn’t said anything to his parents. Good, that’s good. For right now at least.

“I was wondering if I could borrow Awpxey for dinner? My, uhm, my parents invited him over for dinner.” Puo had smiled at you.

“That’s fine with me! I’ll pack him a plate to take so he doesn’t go over there empty handed! Just go look for him inside and tell him to get presentable. Don’t need my son to look ugly if I’m handsome.” He mutters his last sentence sarcastically, chuckling at his own joke.

“If I’m being honest, he has your looks!” You gave a kind smile.

Puo paused, “really?” He asked, patting his cheeks. He smiled before running into the hut, yelling, “Itxä! Itxä! Y/n said Awpxey has my looks! That means I look young right?”

You peeked into the hut, seeing Puo kneeling next to Itxä who was re-braiding her hair.

“Puo! Get away from me! Go hang the clothes like I told you!” She was nudging him away with her elbow, still skillfully braiding her hair.

“But Itxä, you don’t think I’m handsome?” Puo asked with a frown.

“I mean, sometimes. It deducts points when you drool, you know unless-” She was cut off by Puo.

“Okay! Thanks by honey see you later!” He rushed back out the hut.

You finally noticed Awpxey in the corner, cringing at his mother’s innuendo.

“Mom really? Unless? Unless what? You know, don’t even answer I’m okay.” You giggled, a hand covering your mouth.

That had caught Itxä and Awpxey’s attention. Awpxey stood with a smile once he saw you.

“Y/n. Are you okay? Did everything go good?” He approached you, a nervous look in his eye.

You nodded happily, “yeah, everything went good. Really good actually. They want you to come over for dinner.”

Awpxey’s eyes widened. They wanted him to come over?

“R-really?” He was shocked, very shocked.

“Mhm! And I’m sure it’s with good intention! My mother proposed the idea and my father even agreed!” You fiddled with a bracelet on your arm.

“Mrs. Relongtai, is it okay if Awpxey comes over for dinner at my house?” You ask, knowing it would be rude to not even acknowledge her.

“Yes please, don’t even ask! It’s good he goes out. Or just gets out.” She adds quietly.

“What? Mom!” He turned to her, her head facing the wall to not look at him.

“What? I didn’t say anything!” She rolled her eyes. “Make sure you take a plate of food to offer to the Sully’s! Don’t even think you’re going over there empty handed slugging your shoulders.” You laughed, covering your mouth as it accidentally came out to loud.

“Y/n? You’re laughing too?” You placed your hand on his chest, still covering your mouth, shaking your head.

“No, no I was just, uhm..” You mumbled from behind your hand as you tried to think of an excuse.

“You’re hurting my heart Y/n.” Awpxey said walking away, going and packing a plate of what his parents had made for dinner.

“You’ll be fine, and make sure you tell the Sully’s I said hello, Awpxey!” Itxä called from the floor.

“I will, bye mom, love you!” Awpxey said as he started to leave the hut, you in tow.

“Bye, love you too!” She called back. As you walked by his father, he also said his farewells.

“Bye dad, love you.” He said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Bye Awpxey, see you later, correct?” His dad teased. Awpxey pursed his lips in embarrassment.

“Yeah dad see you later.” Awpxey grumbled.

“See you son, love you.” Puo said before turning back around, continuing to hang up clothing items and other pieces.

“Love you too.” Awpxey then pulled you a long with him, walking to your hut.

“Awpxey?” You call for him.

“Hm?” He hums back in response.

“How do you know where I live?” You genuinely question. You weren’t trying to press him on anything personal, you just wanted to know.

“Y/n..” He says, his face was almost in a form of shock. “What?” You respond confused.

“Almost like everybody knows where you live… You’re a royal Y/n, even then, everybody knows where everybody lives. And your hut gets a bit rowdy with your siblings. Though it’s definitely not the biggest household.” You nodded in agreement at his last comment, you always wonder how the Ipexti Family is doing.

And wonder how they even managed 14 kids.

“Yeah that makes a lot of sense. I’m sure my brother kind of just lets everybody know doesn’t he?” You said with a small laugh.

You didn’t notice it, but Awpxey stared at you, looking at your smile, and all the features on your face.

Eywa took her time on her.

He had thought, he shook his head continuing to walk towards your house.

As you got closer, you slowed as you noticed your brother, Lo’ak, standing in the entrance of the hut. His arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping impatiently on the ground.

“Oh God…” You mumbled as you seen him.

“Is that Lo’ak?” Awpxey asked, his eyes squinting as he smiled.

“Oh my God. Just walk by or something, cover your face so he doesn’t see us.” You muttered as you placed a hand to cover the side of your face.

“Y/n!” A voice suddenly yelled out. You did not turn your head as you knew exactly who it was.

“Y/n Sully!” Lo’ak continued to yell.

Now you see why everyone knows where you live.

You walked even slower towards your home. Awpxey laughed, seeing how you felt embarrassed.

Once you were finally near the entrance, you had noticed Neteyam stand up from the table and stand behind Lo’ak. Once you were in front of Lo’ak, he squinted his eyes to Awpxey.

“And who are you?” Lo’ak sneered at him.

“Lo’ak!” But your call had fallen on deaf ears.

Awpxey opened his mouth to answer, but was silenced when a hand rose up towards his face.

“Save it. I want to know what you’re doing with my sister. And why you’re here, holding her hand.” Lo’ak poked his chest, his eyes trained  solely on Awpxey.

“Lo’ak.” You let out a low warning, Neteyam seemed to notice how serious you gotten. So he reached forward and placed a hand gently around Lo’ak’s elbow.

Awpxey raised his hands in surrender, balancing the covered plate of food in his other.

“I come in no harm. I’m here with your sister for this dinner and to meet your family.” Awpxey explained.

“Meet us for what? Are you trying to mate her?” Lo’ak jabbed his finger back into Awpxey’s chest, and his eyes widened at Lo’aks question, not even the gesture.

That’s when Neteyam pulled Lo’ak back by his elbow, turning him around and pushing him into the hut.

“That’s enough.” He said to Lo’ak, still gripping onto his arm. Lo’ak pulled his arm back, walking to the table and sitting down.

“I apologize for his behavior, he doesn’t usually act like this.” Neteyam said, facing Awpxey with an apologetic smile.

“That’s alright, I can see why he’s upset.” Awpxey smiled.

When Neteyam had finally looked away, you turned to Awpxey, “I’m sorry about him. Don’t let him make you upset he does that to everybody really.”

Awpxey laughed, “it’s okay Y/n, I really don’t have have a problem with it.” He said with a smile.

You nodded, giving a nervous smile back. When you faced back towards the hut, grabbing his hand gently. You were shocked to see how everyone in the hut had a stiff face.

Your mother and father included.

What happened to the happy go lucky moods they had earlier when they told you to invite him?

You sighed, already feeling defeated in some way.

You just hoped he didn’t want to leave you.

Approaching the table, you sat in your usual spot, making sure that there was enough space for Awpxey before looking at everyone.

No one was batting an eyelash at you, everyone was looking at Awpxey. Their faces serious. It shocking to you to see even Tuk staring at him with her face hard from next to you.

She grabbed onto your arm, hugging herself around it and resting her head in your bicep, your hand instinctively coming to the top of her head.

You couldn’t see it, but Tuk smiled to the other side of the table. To your siblings that sat on the other side, expectant.

They must have not taken the news of you bringing a boy home too kindly.

The tension in the air was so thick, and you could see it was working Awpxey’s nerves as he rubbed his hands up and down his thighs.

Though he was the first to break the silence, “I brought a plate of fwampop, I helped my mother make it for dinner. I don’t know if any of you like that, so I apologize if you don’t. I’m sure it should still be warm.” He pulled the wrapping off the top of the plate, showing the seasoned meat, steam elevating as the barrier was released.

“Fwampop is fine.” It was Kiri’s voice who cut into the air next. You noticed her posture and realized how intimidating she actually looked. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at Awpxey, the usual warm expression she wears, gone.

“Yeah, thank you.” Tuk said as she leaned forward, making sure to be in his line of sight as her tone wasn’t the most, welcoming.

Your mother gave an expectant look towards your brothers, making them flicker their eyes to each other before looking back at Awpxey.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t exactly rude, but it wasn’t nice either. You’ve never heard them sound so passive aggressive.

“It was very nice of you to bring us something, Awpxey.” Your mother broke her characteristic silence, her voice calming and comforting as she nodded her head Awpxey.

“Now, how about we eat, yeah?” Your dad asked, placing his hand around Neytiri’s waist, pulling her closer.

You all hummed and nodded in agreement.

When you all began to serve yourselves, saying a quick prayer before eating, you took the time to look around. Seeing that the atmosphere had lightened up somewhat, they were making their own conversations. In their own little worlds.

So you took that as an opportunity to talk to Awpxey.

“Hey..” You whisper, bumping his knee with yours. He turns his head, responding in a quiet “hm?” As he finished the food he was chewing.

“You okay?” You continue to whisper, keeping your head as straight as possible while still attempting to look at him.

“Yeah I’m good.” He whispered back, nodding.

“Good.” You nodded, giving him a smile before returning back to your food.

Once you all began to approach the end of your meals, you noticed everybody start to sit up straighter, clearing their throats.

Oh God.. The questions were to start now…

“So Awpxey..” Your father started, Awpxey already had his head up, his eyes and ears focused on your father to catch every word he said.

“What do you do? For the clan?” He finished.

Awpxey cleared his throat, “I am a Warrior.” Your father’s eyes widened for a split moment.

“Warrior?” Awpxey nodded. “Yes sir, I am.”

“How come..” Your father’s eyebrows were furrowed. “How come I’ve never seen you?”

Awpxey smiled, “I guess I’m not that important, or just unnoticeable.” You wrapped your fingers around his, your face scrunching in confusion.

His smile.. He looked so dejected, his eyes having a dog-tired look swirling in his irises.

You didn’t care if anyone at the table got mad at you for showing some type of ‘affection’ towards Awpxey.

Neytiri looked at the both of you, a smile on her face as she noticed the slight movement under the table.

“You work along side your father?” Your dad asked, wanting to change the subject as he as well noticed the expression on Awpxey.

Awpxey nodded, “most of the time, unless we’re assigned apart to different groups.” Your father hummed and nodded.

Neytiri cleared her throat quietly, bringing the attention of everyone to her.

“I made kalin paste. If anybody wants any?”

Everyone around the table quickly nodded. Your mother looked towards Jake, pointing her chin to the pot that held the paste.

“And don’t eat it all while you’re over there.” Your fathers ears twinged purple in embarrassment.

“I won’t..” He muttered, his lips pursed as he walked to the steaming pot.

Minutes later, you all had your own servings of the kalin paste. Lo’ak with the most on his plate.

As you finished up your plate, you took the time to look around at your family.

Neteyam, he was in his own world, Lo’ak, he was still scraping for scraps of the paste on his plate, Kiri, she was fiddling with something in her hands, your parents, who were talking with their hands in front of their face as if they were gossiping like teenagers.

Which they were.

Now on your right, closest to your parents was Awpxey. And you were unprepared when you turned your head to look at him to find him already staring at you.

“Hey..” He whispers, a smile on his face.

“Hi.” You whisper back, the same smile mirroring onto your face.

“Can you tell your mom that her kalin paste is the best I’ve had? It’s really good, please tell her.” You smiled, your hand coming to cover it as you nodded in agreement.

“What are you doing?” As he asked, you hesitated in answering, but you had already decided.

“People Watching.” You say with an embarrassed smile.

“People Watching?” Awpxey echoes curiously. You were relieved when you didn’t hear any type of disgust or disappointment in his tone or face. He was genuinely curious.

“It’s where you kind of just, uhm, you know. Watch people? But it’s not that simple. You- you mostly actually observe them. And think, think a lot about what they’re like, or what they can be like. What they could be like. You evaluate them, study, but on a emotional and physical note? When you People Watch, you aren’t supposed to judge, because all it is, is an observation, and thinking.” As you end your rambling, you bring a hand to your mouth and squeeze it tightly, not even for a second.

It was an unfortunate habit you developed young when you realized you talked to much.

Awpxey noticed, and in an attempt to distract you, he grabbed your hand gently. Intertwining your fingers together.

“That’s really cool.” He squeezes your hand, a toothy smile adorning his lips.

“You think so?” Your eyes search his, looking for any type of sign that could show he’s lying.

“Of course! How long have you been doing this?”

“My whole life. It’s actually like a hereditary thing. Mostly between the females in my family. My grandma, her mom, my mom, my late aunt, my sisters do it too, only sometimes. And my brothers.” You roll your eyes at the me ruin of your brothers, thinking of mostly Lo’ak. He stares at people. Little weirdo.

You hoped, hoped that this genetic trait didn’t scare him away and make you look even more like the weirdo you are.

It doesn’t, it really doesn’t.

All these little things you tell him, these details. He eats it all up, saving it to his memories and saving it to learn more about it later.

He was planning to try and do this “People Watching” trick when he got home, or when his stomach wasn’t as full.

Maybe he could try it with his parents? His friends while they train, or just strangers around the clan.

Though nobody in this clan is really a stranger.

“I wanna try it,” he frowned. You laughed, “why are you frowning? You could try it now if you want? With my parents and siblings? But you might be too tired, kalin paste is heavy on the stomach.” He nodded in agreement.

“Can I do it tomorrow? I really wanna try it.” He slouched.

You smiled, “you can do it tomorrow. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Awpxey smiled, looking at yours. His eyes trailed your face, looking at your lips.

It was as if his surroundings melted, Awpxey was stuck in a white space with just you. His hand squeezed yours tighter, eyes moving across your face in a triangular motion.

When he began to raise his hand to try and caress your chin, everything rushed back to him.

He’s still in your family’s hut, still sitting at your dining table, still with your family.

“Oh, uhm.” He stumbled, his hand slowly coming back down, lightly slapping against his lap.

You let out a small chuckle, wondering what was going through Awpxey’s head at this exact moment.

“Awpxey?” You mutter quietly, a small giggle escaping your mouth as you see him come back to reality, blinking a bit too hard.

“S-sorry Y/n..” He stuttered, you began to nod in response, opening your mouth to say something before something brushed against your back, skin brushed against your back.

You turn your head to look behind you, only to be met with a swaying Tuk, a drowsy weighed-down look on her face.

“Tuk?” Your sister took your attention from Awpxey. Though he had no problem with that with how questionable Tuk’s state was.

“Is she okay?” But Awpxey’s voice only echoed in the back of your mind, right now, the only thing you can think of is Tuk.

“Tuk? Tuk what happened?” You grasped her cheeks in your hands, turning her face towards you. You could tell she was mumbling something, but you could not see what.

“What are you saying Tuk? What happened?”

“A-ate to much… Ate to much kalin paste.. Stomach hurts and I’m very tired…” She mumbled.

You felt a bit relieved as you realized it wasn’t anything serious, but the fact she was in pain made you sad.

“Okay then Tuk,” you laugh. “I’ll go put you to bed, okay?”

All Tuk was able to offer back was a simple nod.

You stood up, scooping Tuk up in a bridal style. She was obviously very, very tired by the way she snuggled her head closer to your chest, curling up in your arms.

When you reached the sleeping mats, you placed Tuk on her respective mat, tucking her in, saying a quick prayer before you placed a kiss on her forehead and left.

When you arrived back at the table, your parents had asked you what happened with Tuk, which you explained.

“She ate to much kalin paste and got dizzy? But she was swaying and said her stomach hurt, oh, and that she was tired. So I just put her to bed.”

Your mother smiles and nodded in appreciation, you always made things a bit easier for her around the house.

You loved helping out, it would make you feel complete when you were always able to help people.

Awpxey watched you, he watched quietly as he seen you walk back to the table, an empty spot now behind you where Tuk was previously sat.

“Sorry about that. I just get really worried about my siblings.” You rub your hand against your forearm embarrassingly, not noticing Awpxey’s smile.

“Don’t apologize for it, it’s okay.” He messed with his loincloth. You smile, flashing a tired smile.

Awpxey had noticed, seeing the small bags under your eyes. “Hey, do you want me to go now? You look pretty tired.” Your eyes flicker to his, now at the fact it was pointed out, you started to feel sluggish. Your eyes struggling to keep themselves open as the kalin paste started to push down on your stomach.

“You know what? Now that you said that, I actually feel super tired.” You rub your eye, holding back a yawn in your throat. Awpxey smiled at you, “I’ll tell your parents.”

He turned towards your parents, who were still in their conversation, trying to find a part to speak to them without interrupting.

“Excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Sully?” Your parents stop, looking towards Awpxey, “yeah honey?” Neytiri says with a smile.

“I’m going to be heading home now, Y/n’s very tired and I don’t want to hold your family up any longer.” Neytiri and Jake both smiled, nodding their heads toward Awpxey.

“Okay Awpxey, be careful and make it home safe, okay?” Your mom said. Awpxey nodded, “I will Mrs. Sully! Thank you for having me for dinner, it was very good, and your kalin paste is the best!” Neytiri and Jake laughed together, your father nodding in agreement.

You smiled, getting up to walk Awpxey to the entrance of the hut. But what you didn’t know was that Kiri had also gotten up, following you both out the hut.

Right when you were about to wish Awpxey a goodnight and send him off, your sister, Kiri had rounded the corner coming to a stop at your side.

“Kiri? Is something wrong?” Your sister shook her head, looking forward to Awpxey.

“I wanted to bring him this, here you go Awpxey.” Your sister pushed an object into Awpxey’s hand.

Awpxey looked down at it, holding and feeling the smoothed surface of the object, not being able to tell what it was straight away.

“It’s a Lepidolite, a peace stone, it brings good luck. I’m giving it to you now that you are in a relationship with my sister, so you are both stable enough to take care of each other.” Kiri said with a sincere nod. Awpxey smiled, “thank you Kiri. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

You watched with smile, seeing how Awpxey fidgeted with the polished surface of the lilac-gray crystal.

“Goodnight guys, see you in the morning Y/n.” Kiri waved the both of goodbye, walking back into the hut and heading towards the sleeping mats.

You waved her goodbye, turning back towards Awpxey, feeling shy.

“Too quiet to say goodnight to me now too?” Awpxey teased as he leaned down to your face, trying to catch your eyes.

You giggled, “be quiet Awpxey.” Your cheeks burning as you smiled hard.

You turned your head up in his direction, smiling as you tried to hold back a laugh and make eye contact with him.

“Goodnight Awpxey, get a good nights rest, okay?” He nodded, reciprocating. “You too Y/n, sleep well..”

You both stood in a small silence, it was comfortable and not awkward. Awpxey was the one who made the initiating move and leaned forward, planting a small kiss on your lips.

You were quick to kiss him back, making sure not to leave his lips stranded for too long.

When you both parted, a small ‘smooch’ sound indicating that your lips separated, you stood with your hands clasped together behind your back.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Awpxey.”

After finally saying goodnight, Awpxey walked back home, smiling all the way back to his hut. Happy to see his parents together in their sleeping mat.

When you were done recollecting yourself outside of your hut, you walked back inside. Shocked to find all the plates put away, hanging to dry.

When you walked toward the family room, looking to see where everyone went. You were not shocked to see everybody already asleep, tangled in their own bedrolls.

You were happy to see your parents together in their sleeping mat.

Getting into your mat and tucking yourself in, you reflected on your day. Thinking about how it was a really good day and how your family accepted Awpxey.

You yawned, turning on your left side as your eyes began to shut due to your tiredness.

Warmly, you let your body succumb to the drowsiness you felt.

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HOME IS WHERE MY HEART IS. (S1 FINALE)

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Word Count: 1400+ A/N: 😭 we're already done!! thank you sm for being part of the journey hngh, it's insane how much this blog has grown despite it just me spitting out random scenarios, this was my first series here. so im grateful to each and every one that has come with me in the process. every heart, comment and reblog made me happy. please enjoy the s1 finale! I'll be over my other works doing stuff so you can check them out here: link

“I need you to stay here,” I say holding Abby’s shoulders, “We can’t risk you getting caught in the crossfire. Promise me.”

She furrows here brows before nodding, “I understand.”

“Good,” I say firmly before kissing her cheek, “I love you so much.”

“Stay safe, mom,” she encourages with a smile.

I return it and give her crystal orb. “Here, you can have this. This can help you see what’s going on outside.”

She accepts and immediately inspects it. Her fingers brushing on the screen seeing her mother’s face in the orb as she was in real time. I gave a smile which was transmitted to the orb instantly. She slides on the orb one more time to her father, attending the speech Charlie was speaking. She hid it with the use of her powers and gives me one final hug.

“Dear, why don’t you join the other’s downstairs? You should get to know them better now that you decided on staying,” Alastor joins us and holds my waist with one hand and his microphone in the other.

“Oh! Right!” she enthusiastically runs down the hall and disappears.

“Gosh, where does she get that energy from,” I comment holding my cheek, feeling tired just looking at her. “That definitely wasn’t from me.”

Alastor laughs and gives me a kiss on the cheek before we follow after her slowly. He says this instead of answering, “As long as she’s happy that’s fine!”

I roll my eyes playfully at him and gazed at the group that gathered around the bar. I spot Abby holding a glass of orange juice trying to get closer to Cherri. I laugh at her actions, of course she chooses the coolest one to be her friend.

“Hi! I’m Abigail! You can just call me Abby,” she introduces holding out her hand.

“Uhh, sup? Name’s Cherri,” the pinkette answers reluctantly shaking her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you! We’ve met before but I never caught your name,” Abby asks the arachnid.

“Angel Dust. Angel’s fine, toots. Orange juice? What are you? 5?” Angel asks not exactly mocking her, but genuine confused by her choice.

“I’ve tried liquor before but it’s just not for me,” she replies not even bothered that she just got slighted.

“Fair enough,” Angel shrugs before walking to the bar to talk to Husk.

“So, uhh, your dad’s the radio demon?” Cherri asks trying to be polite.

“Indeed!” Abby answers enthusiastically, “We haven’t seen each other since I was a kid though.”

“Oh, why? What happened?” Cherri asks placing her drink down.

“He—uhh died when I was younger and by the time I was 15 I only had a few memories that I remember of him.”

“Oh shit. What about your mom though?”

“Mom also died when I was 14. So, I was on my own for a time in my life.”

“Well, at least we survived that shit. To being orphans!” Cherri exclaims raising her glass to Abby.

“Hurray?!” Abby panics confused and clinked their glasses together before doing the same as Cherri who downed her drink.

Alastor and I laugh while Niffty crawls on the railing between us.

“Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Almost makes one sentimental, eh, Niffty?”

 “I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!” she replies enthusiastically, while I watched the two talk with a smile on my face.

“Ah, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed,” he sighs looking back down at them, particularly at Abby who was getting along with them quite well.

“I dub thee, King Roach,” NIffty proclaimed, putting on a bug crown on Alastor which he let her do and gave her a little bow.

“Oh, to understand your twisted little mind!” he comments before they started cackling where Alastor just played along with her. It made me sentimental of how he used to play house and have tea parties with Abby way back when.

Niffty scampers off with the other giving me the space and scoot over to him. “Will you be okay handling Adam?” I asked worriedly.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be as careful as can. I’m not going to lose to him that easily,” he snorts, “You, however, I need you to back to me in one piece.”

I sighed and reminded him, “I think you forgot our deal, Al. I won’t exist if you don’t.”

He falls silent and tries to think. While I continue and place my hand on his chest, “You own my heart and my everything. This body beats for two. United as one, in sickness and in health—”

“Til’ death do us part,” we finish together. He wordlessly encases me in his arms and fall into a comfortable silence.

--timeskip

“Here they come. Get ready, everyone. We fight together!”

“Now! FOR YOUR SOULS!”

“Let's FUCK THEM UP!”

Alastor and I waited for them at the top of the hotel, watching as the angels begin their assault.

“Let the slaughter begin. AHAHAHAHAHAHA-HA!” Alastor yells swinging his microphone, summoning a black force field around us.

I left him and dove all the way from the rooftop and phasing to the floor, allowing me to transform into my giant demon form. With a terrifying grin and half lidded eyes that craved for chaos, I let out a shriek causing everyone to cover their ear giving Alastor to cut down the angels.

I raise my left and clenched it into a fist encasing every angel that aimed for me in a bubble immobilizing them, leaving them to Angel to shoot down. In that moment, Alastor’s shield disappeared leaving the silhouette of Adam with a sadistic smile.

He lounges for me while I only swiped him away with my hand causing him to tumble and crash on top of the hotel where Alastor was waiting for him. I left them and focused on helping the others, summoning my underlings to help the others.

After a while of killing angels, their numbers didn’t seem to waver making me curse under my breath feeling the weight of prolonging this fight for so long. I let out a pained shriek collapsing on myself and transforming back to my original form.

‘Shit. Is Alastor ok? What the hell happened?’ I thought starting to get delirious with the pain.

“MILEDY NO!”

“SUCK MY HOLY LIGHT, FUCKERS! YEAH!” Adam yells over our heads making me glare at him.

“What? Alastor was supposed to handle him. Oh no, he must be—”

White noise fills my ears as my vision starts to fail me leaving me in an unconscious state, where the last thing I see was tendrils wrapping around me.

---later

“Dad!”

“Alastor!!”

Everyone hugs him seeing his return that he was safe, however they fail to spot Miledy with him.

“Dad… Where’s mom?” Abby asks worried, trying to calm herself before she goes crazy looking for her mom.

“She’s fine. Just resting,” he assures giving his daughter a smile. ‘She has to be,’ he thought furrowing his brows before following the others.

<<flashback>>

“Al!” I scream getting away from an exorcist that was after me. She pushes me down and attempts to stab my chest. As soon as the steel met my skin, a tendril pushes her off me. I screamed as I see a large cut, opening up my chest. I watch mortified as I see my own beating heart.

“Miledy!”

Alastor rushes to me and knelt beside me. I hold onto him tightly confused and afraid, “Al, where are we? I don’t know what’s going on. I’m scared!”

His breathing stutters and tries to answer her, his eyes knit together and wore a frown. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I need to save you. You have to make a deal with me, Mel.”

I nodded my head despite not knowing anything he was saying. I just wanted to get out of here and be with him. Explain things to me carefully without my life being endangered and on the run.

“Mel, you will have to give your heart to me. So that no one will find your weakness, this is to keep you alive. Do we have a deal?” Alastor says to me seriously a faint green light emanating from him and his outstretched hand.

I nodded vehemently and shook his hand, “Deal.”

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One Day at a Time - Chapter 3 - Embryo

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

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Days become weeks without word from Charlie. Every time he sees her, she gives him a little nod. Nothing overt, just enough to send a message.

We’re still here.

After two weeks, he’d found an old pocket calendar from 2001 and put it by his bed, and he marks off each day that passes with a big X. He’s done the math, and there’s a date in mid-December circled in red pen.

He can’t sleep for shit under the best of circumstances, but lately it’s impossible. He’s given up trying, choosing instead to crash on the couch with a movie playing on a loop in the background until a fitful sleep takes him.

He’s parked like this on the couch one night when the knock surprises him out of a half-doze. He fumbles for the remote and pauses the movie before answering the door.

It’s Charlie.

“I’m bleeding,” she says in lieu of a greeting.

His stomach sinks.

He reaches out without thinking, hands on her shoulders; she’s shivering. He pulls her forward into the warmth of the little house, closing the door behind her.

“Midwife says it could be normal or it could be a miscarriage,” she says flatly. “No way to tell yet.”

He seethes. He remembers Maria and Tommy telling him about the Jackson midwife; she was competent, but her bedside manner was shit.

“Does it…feel like…” He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know, I’ve never made it this far. I’m not cramping. It’s not a lot of blood. I just…you wanted me to tell you, so I’m telling you.”

He nods, feeling stupid and helpless and hating it.

“Uh…sit,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “Want tea? It’s herbal. No caffeine.”

She nods warily. “Sure…I guess.”

He sets the water to boil, gets out two mugs, pulls the little canister of tea from the shelf, and fills the infuser with dried peppermint leaves. He can’t stand the stuff, but Ellie won’t drink coffee like a normal person, so they always have some in the house.

He glances at Charlie from over his shoulder as he waits for the water to boil. She’s on the couch, arms wrapped around herself as if she could hold back the thing she fears by force of will.

“You take milk or anythin’?”

“Just sugar, if you have it.”

He does. The kettle whistles and he pours the steaming water over the leaves.

She takes the tea with a small, hollow smile and sips at it. He takes a seat in the armchair next to her.

“Is there anything we can do?”

She shakes her head. “Midwife said to check in tomorrow morning. If it gets worse before then, I’ll go to the clinic.”

“Okay,” he says. “I can…wait with you.”

She nods, takes another sip, and sinks back into the couch. Waiting.

The silence presses in around them. It’s like torture, and Joel wracks his tired brain for something, anything to say. She saves him the trouble, blinking with interest at the television screen.

“Is this Gunz Blazin’ 2 ?”

“Uh…yeah…”

“I haven’t seen it since I was a kid,” she says, smiling a little. “My dad and I used to watch these movies all the time. They’re awful.”

He swallows hard, thinking of Sarah.

She looks at him and picks up the remote. “Mind if I…?”

“Yeah, yeah…sure.”

She hits Play and sits back, curling her legs under her and clutching the tea in her hands.

~*~

The credits roll a couple of hours later. Charlie has nestled into the couch with a blanket over her lap, empty mug resting on the coffee table.

“S’it as bad as you remember?” Joel rasps.

“Yes. Maybe worse. But in a good way,” she smiles a little. “Nostalgic, I guess.”

He nods. “How’re you, uh, feelin’?”

“Fine,” she says automatically, then laughs. “Not fine, actually. I’m exhausted and I’m sick all the time and my boobs are so fucking sore I could—“

She stops. “Shit, I’m sorry. That’s more than you needed to know. My husband used to say I was born without a filter.”

“S’alright,” he murmurs, his face burning. “You’re, uh, married?”

“Was…or what passed for marriage in the QZ, I guess. We were cordyceps orphans…grew up together after the outbreak, protected each other…kept each other out of trouble. We had 17 years together before…before our luck ran out.”

“So he, uh…you and he…wanted kids?”

“Yeah,” she snorts. “Sounds pretty stupid, right? Bringing a baby into a quarantine zone?”

He bites his lip and doesn’t say anything. He knew people still brought children into this broken world, but he’d never considered it. His interest in that life had stopped when Sarah’s heart stopped beating.

“I miscarried three times,” she murmurs. “We might have kept trying if we’d made it to Jackson together…I don’t know.”

“What happened to him?”

She shrugs. “We ran into trouble on the way here. He was bit. I…took care of it. We always said that was the deal, that we wouldn’t let each other turn. He…he didn’t even flinch when I pulled the trigger.”

She’s looking down at her stomach now, tracing her fingers over the ridges in her shirt, lost in thought.

“I wasn’t looking for this any more than you were,” she says softly. “But I want it anyway…I–I can’t help it. Is that foolish?”

Her eyes bore into his then, not sad now, almost…angry. Challenging him to deny her this.

Joel doesn’t know how to answer, but he huffs a soft, “No.”

She rubs her palm slowly across her lower belly. “This is the longest I’ve ever made it. I didn’t have morning sickness or the…other symptoms before, so I thought…maybe…maybe this time…”

“It’s not over ‘til it’s over,” he says softly.

He wants to take her hand. Instead, he gathers their mugs and takes them to the sink.

“Oh…it’s late,” she says faintly. “I should go.”

He frowns. “You shouldn’t be alone. You can stay here tonight.”

“Oh, no—”

He shakes his head, cutting off her protest. “If somethin’ goes wrong or if you get…sick…someone should be with you. I could come to your place if that’s–or call a friend if you don’t want, uh, me–”

“It’s not that, Joel, but I’ve been through this before–”

“By yourself?”

She swallows hard and ducks her head. “No.”

“Then stay,” he says. “Just for the night. I can put you up in–”

He falters, thinking of Ellie’s old room, still decorated in ugly pink stripes. Meant for a teenager but too close to a nursery.

“You can stay in my room,” he says quickly. “I’ll take the couch. Usually end up down here anyway.”

“I couldn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he waves her off. “Can’t sleep for shit no matter where I land. C’mon.”

He makes for the stairs before she can argue, and breathes a sigh of relief when she follows. He pauses outside the door to his bedroom.

“Just, uh…wait here. Gimme a minute.”

He ducks into the room, picking up clothes and tossing them into the hamper. He strips the bed and digs wrinkled but clean sheets out of the linen closet. After a pause, he picks up the calendar and the red pen from the nightstand and stuffs them into his pocket.

“Should be all good. The bathroom’s, uh, right through there,” he gestures. “All yours. There’s, uh, pain medicine if you need it.”

“Thanks…”

“I’ll be downstairs,” he says. “If you need anything, if anything, uh, happens…just come get me. Or yell.”

“Sure.”

“I mean it,” he says.

“I will, Joel,” she murmurs. “Thanks.”

“G’night then.”

He goes back to his usual spot on the couch and lies down, staring at the little cracks in the living room ceiling. He won’t be able to sleep now. He thinks about the raw need in her voice as her fingers traced her stomach, the hitch in her breath, maybe this time …

He throws an arm across his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts. A small, grief-blackened part of him hates that he cares. Before Ellie, he could numb the pain with booze and pills and a lucrative career in smuggling. But he’s not that man anymore. It would be so much easier if he were, if he couldn’t feel the little flicker of hope in his chest.

The calendar and pen dig into his hip, and he pulls them out of his pocket. It’s well after midnight, so without thinking, he uncaps the pen and crosses off another day.

~*~

He must have fallen asleep. When he opens his eyes, the room is lighter, and Charlie is nudging his shoulder.

He’s upright before he’s fully awake. “What is it? Y’okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says quietly. “I’m going to go. The midwife said she’d see me at 7:00. I need to go home and change.”

“Right, okay. Do you, uh…do you want me to come with–”

“No,” she says quickly. “I haven’t told her…or anyone…about you.”

“Right,” he blinks. “Um. Let me know…okay?”

She nods, holding her arms around her middle like she could protect herself from the worst. Without thinking, he reaches out and touches the back of her hand. She doesn’t pull away.

“Sorry,” he mutters, withdrawing. “I…I hope it works out,” he says lamely.

“Do you?” she asks, with an edge of bitterness in her voice. She’s immediately contrite. “I’m sorry. You’ve been kind, and that was…cruel. Missing my filter again.”

“It’s…fine.”

He wants to tell her he does have hope, despite himself, but she’s already out the door.

~*~

Charlie hasn’t been gone for five minutes when there’s a knock.

Shit.

He’s on the schedule for a construction job and he’d promised to meet Tommy early. Now he’s late.

“I’m comin’,” he mutters, wincing at the stiffness in his back. “Hold your goddamned horses.”

“Long night?” Tommy smirks on the other side of the door. “Thought I saw Charlie doin’ the walk of shame–”

“Shut it,” Joel growls, surprising himself at the bite in his voice. “Don’t say another fuckin’ word.”

Tommy’s hands coming up in mock defense. “Whoa, easy. Didn’t know it was like that.”

“It’s not,” Joel snaps.

“Alright,” he says, peering at his older brother curiously. “So…you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Lemme get my stuff.”

He’s distracted all day. The work is simple enough–framing a new barn for the sheep, to replace one that’s been infested by termites beyond repair. It should be easy, but he’s overtired and he can’t seem to make his hands behave. Tommy keeps having to repeat himself, giving Joel curious looks. 

“You’re losin’ it, big brother,” he says amiably when Joel brings him a jar of the wrong-size screws for the second time in a row.

It’s mid-afternoon when he brings the hammer down on his middle finger. He watches the whole thing as though in slow motion, knowing exactly what’s going to happen well before he feels the pain, but he’s powerless to stop it.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he hisses, shaking out his injured hand. Purplish red blood is already blooming under the wide, flat nail. He resists the urge to stick the finger in his mouth to soothe the throbbing ache like a child.

“You break it?” Tommy’s looking over his shoulder.

“No,” he growls. “Just a bruise.”

“Yeah, right. Well, you’re done for today,” Tommy says. “Go home. Made good progress, anyway, we’re almost done.”

Joel shoots him a look, but it doesn’t affect his younger brother in the slightest. It never does. So he relents, packing his tools and trudging away, finger throbbing.

He sees her on the walk home.

Charlie is standing with someone just outside the caf. She looks about as tired as he feels, but then she sees him and brightens, the subtlest glimmer as she catches his eye. The look stops him in mid-stride, frozen in the middle of the street.

She gives him a little nod.

Warmth spreads through his chest, a flood of relief, and that blasted hope again.

We’re still here.

#the last of us #fanfic #fic recs #joel miller #the last of us hbo #babyfic #pregnancy

[stayandot8]

Caught In The Blast

Genre: angsty mess

Relationship type: exes

Important Contents: slight swearing, gahd dayum this hurt to write but enjoy the fruits of my 2-6am labor

WC: 2.1k

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The fight was a bad one. The worst one we’d ever had. 

He hadn’t slept, I didn’t either. We were both in bad head spaces, I know that now. It was a conversation that never should have happened. It was a perfect storm of everything that could have gone wrong, did. 

He had just come back from tour, which explained why he had his bags wih him. He came straight from the airport to my apartment, where I had been up waiting for him. He was four hours late, which he swore up and down wasn’t his fault. I tried to believe him, but there was a voice in the back of my head that told me he was lying for some reason. I had no grain of evidence for this accusation, yet I had convinced myself that this anthill was indeed the mountain I would die on. 

He came in the door in a bad mood. The air around him was just exhausted and defeated, not normal to how he would come home from previous tour months. He almost threw his luggage down when he entered and sighed so loud I heard it across the room. Already irritated with how late he was, I checked the clock for the fourth time that hour and said the worst thing imaginable to start a conversation with your boyfriend that you haven’t seen in six months when you can already tell he’s in a bad mood. 

“You’re late again.”

A great start.

“I know. I told you I was gonna be.” 

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be four fucking hours late, Chris. That’s all.”

“Well I didn’t fly the plane, I don’t know what you would’ve wanted me to do.”

“Did you come straight from the airport or did you sneak off to the studio again? You have a tendency to do that.”

“Really? This again? Come on, I literally have my bags with me. I wanted to see you, so I came straight here. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is actually when we haven’t talked on the phone since you were in Japan. Especially when we talked every night before that.” I said that last part under my breath, not quite hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but rather just in case the pang in my chest that I would regret it later was right. 

“Well, shit got busy, I don’t know what you want me to say. The closer we got to the end, the more tired I was.” Or was it because you didn’t miss me? 

“A text telling me that wasn’t too much to do, was it? I just don’t see what would’ve been so hard about-”

“Look. I just landed, I came straight here, and all I want to do is sleep.” He dragged his bags into my room and left me alone in the living room, seething. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook like that, no. My innermost need to win any argument, a quality I got from my mother, wouldn’t let me. So I followed him into the bedroom to see him packing up some of his stuff into his bags.

“What are you doing?”

“I came here to be with my girlfriend after being away for months but if you’re going to be like this, then I’m going back to mine. I know I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

“When I’M being like this? Like what? I’m just being honest. A text isn’t too much to ask for, is it Chris? I feel like I haven’t talked to you in what feels like years and you come back and act like you don’t even want to be here! How am I supposed to react to that? What would you like me to say? I missed you so excuse me for wanting to know-”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘I’m sorry for being busy’? ‘I’m sorry that my job keeps me fucking exhausted all the time and I’m sorry that I can’t be there for you all the time’? This is my job, this is my life. This is what I signed up for. I have no room to complain about anything to anyone. Just,” He turned away from me to make for the connected bathroom. “Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be out of here.” 

“Maybe when you eventually get back, I’ll be a happy, normal person again who never questions you and will always just be happy to see you whenever you grace me with your presence.” I turned to grab my stuff to storm out, ever the drama queen. “And if you see my boyfriend anywhere, let me know. Tell him to call me.”

“And when you find my girlfriend, tell her when she stops being a bitch for no reason, to come and find me.” He’d never called me that before. I don’t think he’d ever called anyone that before. It had come out of nowhere, seemingly from the depths of his chest with how much vigor he said it with. It was such a surprise that I dropped my coat and shoes on the floor. And then the rage hit. 

“What did you just say?” I said to the door, not wanting to turn around. I couldn’t believe my ears. 

“I knew I would regret that as soon as I said it.” I heard his voice come closer, but he knew better than to try and touch me. “I’m sorry.” The first apology of the night. “I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me. I haven’t slept and I’m not in my right mind.”

“You’re damn right you’re not in your right mind. And if this is what your ‘job’ has turned you into after this long, I’m not sure I can keep up. The man I know would never do that, no matter how stressed or how tired he was. He wouldn’t act like this.”

“This isn’t me, you know that.”

“I’m not sure what I know anymore.” I finally turned to him, my cheeks wet with my silent tears and my things forgotten on the floor. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s too much to explain, you wouldn’t understand it all.”

“Then help me understand! I want to, so please just help me. Help me see the world of your profession through your eyes.”

“That’s just it! I can't! It’s not just a profession at this point. It has turned into my whole life. My whole life is under the control of people who don’t know me unless I make myself heard. I have to fight for my voice and sometimes even that isn’t enough. I’m not just fighting for me, I have seven other people I need to make sure whose voices are heard.” 

“I know that, Chan. I know it’s not just you. But there comes a time when you have to put yourself first or else there won’t be anything left for you to fight with.”

“If you think that I wouldn’t fight until I have nothing left, then you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.” 

“That kind of talk is self-destructive, Chan. You’re going to implode. There will be pieces of you on the walls of the JYP building. And you’re going to take me down with you.”

“If there are pieces of me left, then at least I will have made my mark on something. And I wouldn’t want my ‘self-destructive talk’ to infect anyone else, so I guess there should be as much distance between us as possible.” He pushed past me to get into my room, his empty bags in his hands. He started gathering his stuff and throwing it on my bed to pack it. “Wouldn’t want you to get caught in the blast.” 

“Oh yeah, because I wouldn’t be there to pick them up like I have a dozen times before. Because everytime you call I’m there. Whenever you need me, I ran to you. But when I need you, where are you? I know you love to make everyone feel loved but when it counts? You feel like you’re being pulled in a thousand directions but why is that? Do you not put yourself there? You don’t help yourself! To the point where no one else can help either because we don’t know how!”

“Like you’ve ever asked how you can help me! You’re so focused on what’s wrong that you don’t see what’s right in front of you. I’m withering away and there’s nothing I can do! Nothing anyone can do…”

He collapsed onto the floor, in the middle of his half-packed bags, and curled into himself. Just like I had said, there was nothing I could do for him now. I had no ideas, no suggestions, no solutions for him. 

I loved him. I knew in that moment I did. I knew it from the moment I met him and from that point on I would for as long as I lived. But I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn’t watch him self-destruct. If this was what it took for him to realize what he was doing to himself, then maybe it had to be done. 

He grabbed his zip-up Mahagrid hoodie he used to wear for his lives that he had to do while he was at my house. I slept in it every night when he wasn’t here, which had been often nowadays.

“Can you at least leave that?”

“Why?” His tone was dead. 

“You barely wear it anymore and you know it's my favorite. You’ve seen how often I sleep in it. Are you that bitter that you wouldn't let me have it?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s mine and I’m keeping it.” And he shoved it into his bag and zipped it up. “You’ll be fine.” There wasn’t any malice in his tone there, more like… remorse, if I had to put a name to it. Like he didn’t want to do it but had to to soothe some inner turmoil he was currently going through. He gathered his bags and gently shoved past me in the doorway. I think he believed I would try and stop him. One more disappointment to give him and on his way out, no less. He slowed when he got to the door and stopped when his hand had reached the door handle. It was like he didn't want to leave because he knew there was no coming back. In some way, I think he knew that this was the last straw and this…this would be the last time he knew that he would be on this side of that door. So I said the only thing I could think of that I knew was still true and would be until the day I stopped breathing.

“I love you, Chris.”

“I know.” And he closed the door gently behind him. 

That was three days ago. My apartment was now littered with used tissues and empty cups of whatever I had in the fridge because it was the only thing I could keep down. I knew I did the right thing. That didn’t make it any easier. And honestly, I expected a text at the very least by now, but my phone was still black across the counter in the kitchen. I felt like I had been staring at it everyday when I woke up until the moment I fell asleep. I spent the last 72 hours moping around my apartment, doing nothing but avoiding the calls from my parents, friends, and anyone whose name wasn’t Chris Bang. Which never came. 

Staring at the contents of my fridge, I couldn’t help the chill that shot down my spine. I had to settle for one of my own hoodies, not nearly giving the sense of home that I had been very dearly missing for the past three days. The fuzz of this sweatshirt just wasn’t cutting it and to be real with myself, I missed him. I fucking missed him a lot. 

God damnit. 

There was nothing in this fridge. Who was I kidding, I hadn’t gone shopping in a week and it was starting to show. The shelves were empty and for the first time, I was actually starting to feel the hunger. Swallowing what little self-respect I had, I put on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and opened my front door.

And there it was, in its black and white lettering glory. Sitting in a cardboard box was his zip-up hoodie. No letter, nothing else in the box, just this. The last piece of him that I would have, thanks to him. 

He would always love me. Just like I would always love him. Nothing would ever change that. Maybe later in life, we could come back together. There was always that hope. But until then, we would have to settle for this; deep down, I knew that promise to always root for each other still stood. I knew he would keep up his end. 

I never took it off.

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[dangermousie]

Pre-Joseon Sageuks: a Biased and Incomplete List

So, as promised way earlier, a post on pre-Joseon sageuks that I’ve either watched or plan to watch so am aware of them. I am sure there are others but here is what I got. Obviously my takes on them are subjective blah blah blah.

Jumong - arguably the Daddy of all Traditional Sageuks, this one ran for over 80 episodes and had insane ratings. It follows the rise of the mythical founder of Gogureyo tho it takes fantastical elements of his story and changes them for historically plausible ones. It’s very long and very meaty and politics/battle heavy and has a large cast of complex characters (including pretty nifty women and a LGBTQ supporting OTP) but it is anchored by the incredible performance of Song Il Gook as the titular character as he slowly but believably grows from nothing to a hero if at the cost of losing his marriage.

The King of Tears Lee Bang Won - this is basically a half and half beast as (you can tell by the title), it’s set in the last days of Goryeo and early days of Joseon. The time period covered is the same as in My Country and Six Flying Dragons, but this is the most traditional take of them all, even more so than 6FD. Not a single pretty face in the cast (tho Joo Sang Wook is a mighty fine man, emphasis on “man”), this is for the real fans of traditional sageuks. I enjoyed it a lot but if you want to check out pre-Joseon sageuks but have mainly watched youth sageuk stuff before, you should probably start with another drama on this list.

The Great Seer - set in the reign of King Gongmin, the last proper king of Goryeo (his son King U is technically the very last but there are questions as to his status), this is for those of you who want to watch Ji Sang in a sageuk. It’s centered around seers but don’t expect mysticism, this knuckles down to politics.

Shin Don - hi there, another story set in the reign of King Gongmin! From the title, you can tel it centers heavily on the powerful monk who ruled for the King at one point. This has been on my to-watch list forever because this appears to devote a decent chunk of its time to Gongmin X Noguk and I am dying for a proper drama for those two. This is from 2005 so if you do watch, keep that in mind in terms of visuals etc. That cast is lit!

Bicheonmu - this is sort of cheating because it’s pretty much set in China but it involves Koreans so. It’s a drama take on the same story told in a pretty awesome movie. Tragic love, battles, young Joo Jin Moo etc. i am very fond of it. This said, find and watch the Chinese version, Korean one was shredded.

The Iron Empress/Empress Cheon Chu - set in Goryeo, this was another of women ruler centric dramas that had a mini popularity peak in late 00s/early 10s (a trend I wish continued.) it got overshadowed by Queen Seonduk but by all accounts is a solid drama. It’s on my list but I haven’t watched it yet.

The King’s Daughter, Soo Baek Hyang - by the writer of The Rebel and My Dearest. Have I got your attention? Another woman centric ruler tale set in Baekje. Yes, there is a love story. That cast is great, to boot. I have started and liked what I’ve seen but got sidetracked. Need to get back to it. Before you look at the ep number and faint seeing the number 108, keep in mind that the eps are half an hour long so it’s an equivalent of a normal 54 ep sageuk so if you can watch eg Empress Ki, you are good with this.

My Country: The New Age - Lee Bang Won but make it gay. OK, I kid, sort of (not really) but this is smart and passionate and heartbreaking. If you want a wide scope or lots of politics, probably not a take for you (Six Flying Dragons is RIGHT there), but if you want an intense, emotional tale, come right in!

Six Flying Dragons - to me, this is THE drama about Lee Bang Won. It’s smart and emotional, deals with politics and has heart. It has a large cast of characters I got invested in, OTPs that will blow your mind etc etc.

Faith/The Great Doctor - if you are a fan of old school shoujo like Red River, Basara or Fushigi Yuugi, this or Moon Lovers are your best bet on this list. A time traveling tale with other fantasy elements about a modern day plastic surgeon who ends up being kidnapped into Goryeo during the early days of King Gongmin’s (hi!) reign by a tormented, oath bound warrior played by Lee Min Ho at his hottest (and playing historical General Choi Young. Do RPS at your pleasure), this one is one of my all time favorites.

Seodonyo/Ballad of Seo Dong - I am actually currently watching this one tho I haven’t been posting about it. Set in both Baekje and Silla, this is an angsty love story with a side of politics. It’s filmed in 2005 and looks accordingly but if you don’t mind dated visuals, this is pretty great!

Emperor of the Sea - set in Silla and Tang, this was a huge hit and deservedly so. Our protag is a slave and gladiator and a great naval hero. This is grim and smart and epic. It’s from 2004 so once again, if dated visuals are no-go, skip, but if you want a great story and performances, this has your name on it.

The Kingdom of the Winds - an epic cursed prince narrative, our ML (Song Il Gook at his sexiest) rises from abandoned prince and slave and abused assassin to general, royal and king, sparing time for an angsty delicious love story with an enemy princess. This has serious sageuk bits AND the best shoujo tropes in the business, plus enough whump to keep anyone happy.

Gye Baek - Lee Seo Jin, another sageuk stalwart, stars as the title character in this tale of a Baekje commoner, war slave and general. This is grim but glorious.

Soldier/God of War - this is a traditional war-centric sageuk and grim as hell. Another slave to general tale.

King Geun Chu Go - this is on my watch list; it’s about a warrior king of Baekje. Haven’t seen it but heard good things.

Ja Myung Go - smart and unrelentingly tragic, featuring Jang Ryeo Won and Jung Kyung Ho as doomed lovers and Park Min Young in an evil role, this is great and has deeply flawed characters in the very definition of doomed by the narrative tale.

Arthdal Chronicles - this is obviously a fantasy but the tale of prophesied twins, magical priestess, wars and mysticism is clearly set in a pre-Joseon in terms of aesthetics world.

Alchemy of Souls - like Arthdal this is pure fantasy but also like Arthdal, a lot of its styling is pre-Joseon so on this list it goes.

Moon Lovers/Scarlet Heart Ryeo - ok I think if people have heard of only one drama on this very long list, it’s probably this one. Modern time traveling heroine ending up during the reign of Goryeo’s King Taejo, in the middle of his sons’ fight for the throne, having an epic but doomed romance with shoujo catnip tortured bad boy Lee Jun Ki.

Shine or Go Crazy - if you want a more historical take on Moon Lovers succession fight but still with plenty of hotness, angst and doomed romance, come right in. This baby stars Jang Hyuk, so you know it’s bound to be good. I actually started it and enjoyed it but got sidetracked. Need to get back to it. Fun fact: while Moon Lovers was hugely popular internationally, domestically Shine or Go Crazy (they aired around the same time), did much better.

The Legend/The First King’s Four Gods - for a long time this was my favorite kdrama of all time and is still probably in my top 10. Ignore the odd first episode, the rest is perfection. Expensive and wonderfully written, this was Bae Yong Joon’s last drama before he retired to rest on his pile of money (if you are young, you probably don’t remember what a big deal he was, bigger than all the Hallyu stars nowadays put together. He basically was singlehandedly supporting the kdrama industry at one point), but what a worthy way to go out. It’s an epic Goguryeo fantasy tale of a prophesied prince coming into his own, with such amazing characters and relationships and OTPs and battles and points about destiny versus free will. It is everything and I kinda want to rewatch now.

The Blade and The Petal/Sword and Flower - ostensibly a star-crossed Gogureyo love story, this really is more about politics. It’s a mixed bag. The visuals are insane but Uhm Tae Woong, while always solid in modern dramas, is out of place in a sageuk (in QSD Kim Nam Gil stole his thunder; there is nobody to do so here but that doesn’t help him.)

Queen Seon Duk - probably the most famous entrant into female power sageuks, this was a mad hit and centered on the titular character’s rise to power and fight for the same with her female nemesis Mishil. If you want love stories, angsty fighter Bidam propelled Kim Nam Gil to stardom as he stole the leading man mantle from Uhm Tae Woong.

Empress Ki - currently rewatching this. It’s set in the waning days of Goryeo but takes place mainly in Yuan. Still, the FL is Korean and a lot of the story revolves around one of her suitors’, a deposed Korean king, attempts to get his land back. As you can tell by my rabid posts, this is a great drama - politics, romance (I ship FL and the Yuan emperor like mad), murder, dysfunction and everything good.

Hwarang - it’s so brain dead it might as well be a brain-eating amoeba in drama form but it did give us both Park Hyung Sik and Park Seo Joon before they made it big in drama world. It’s terrible tho, stay away.

River where the Moon Rises - I have such a love/hate relationship with this drama - I loved the beginning, with our tormented assassin heroine slowly being warmed by the loyal rustic ML with his own trauma. And then Ji Soo’s bullying scandal happened and he was replaced by Na In Woo, aka the actor I like least from any country in all my close to two decades of watching dramas. I tried but I simply couldn’t and I am still mad. This said, if you don’t share my NIW allergy, it’s probably worth a watch.

The Great King’s Dream - if you liked QSD and can’t get enough of the period but want an even more traditional tale, you can do worse than this drama. I liked what I saw but this baby is 70 eps and lacks Bidam so I peaced out. Maybe I will get back to it sometime, but probably not.

Jeong Do Jeon - as you can tell by the title, centers on JDJ and the last days of Goryeo. Not really my bag (time period been done plenty in other dramas and I don’t have that much interest in JDJ) but supposed to be solid.

My Only Love Song - a short silly mess but still probably better than River (which tells the same story) because it doesn’t have NIW.

King Gwanggaeto the Great - 92 eps. I can’t!

The King Loves - delicious love triangle (that goes ALL ways), angst, prettiness, a side of bodyguard romance. What’s not to love in this Goryeo tale?

ETA: this post was so long that when I tried to tag every drama I mentioned, tumblr told me you hit the tag limit of 30 tags no more tags for you. Oh well, sorry dramas that ended up I tagged!

#kdrama #the legend #faith #my country #queen Seon duk #six flying dragons #the king of tears Lee bang Won #shin Don #the river where the moon rises #Jeong do jeon #my only love song #the great seer #empress ki #king gwanggaeto the great #shine or go crazy #moon lovers #ja myung go #emperor of the sea #jumong #the blade and the petal #alchemy of souls #Arthdal chronicles #god of war #gye baek #ballad of Seo Dong #the king’s daughter baek soo hyang #the kingdom of the winds #the iron empress #bicheonmu #the king loves

[harlowcomehome]

High school sweet hurts:

Part three:

Part two here!

When you got back to school, you set up your dorm as fast as possible. You had come back a few days earlier than expected and there weren’t many students on campus yet.

You had only been back for one day when you locked yourself out of your room, your mind distracted by the constant texts you had been getting from not only Jack but Urban and pretty much all of his friends. They all begged you to hear him out, but you didn’t want to.

You were looking everywhere for your Resident Assistant (RA.)

That’s when you saw him. A beautiful six-foot-four man with dark brown hair and green eyes. He was in charge of the floor you were on, and you were embarrassed to tell him you locked yourself out. He was sweet about it, making jokes as you followed him to get the spare key.

“My name is Jace, by the way” he smiled, and you realized he had dimples and pretty much the straightest teeth you’d ever seen. He held his hand out to you.

“Y/N!” You shook his hand and smiled.

“I hope I see more of you around” he smiled as he unlocked your dorm for you.

You weren’t able to form words let alone a coherent thought with everything on your mind. You smiled and pushed past him as you shut the door behind you.

You felt a momentary high from his attention but were quickly brought back to reality when you checked your phone. You decided it was best to block everyone that had anything to do with Jack.

It wasn’t until a few days later when you received a bouquet of tulips delivered to your school that you had, had enough. You had to walk through the hallways with the biggest most obnoxious bouquet you’d ever seen looking for a place to get rid of them.

“Nice flowers” Jace hummed as you walked by, he was slightly disappointed but that didn’t last long as he watched you stuff them down the garbage chute.

“Not your favorite color huh?” He teased and you let out a soft giggle.

“Something like that” you shrugged, knowing deep down that truthfully you just didn’t want anything to do with Jack right now.

“You strike me as more of a sunflower and roses type of girl anyway.”

He couldn’t be more wrong but you appreciated his efforts and didn’t mind the flirting at all.

“Do you maybe want to go out with me this weekend?” He nervously blurted out and you found it adorable, you had been hoping you picked up on the flirty energy correctly so you were excited and the two of you quickly exchanged numbers.

From that date on, you and Jace were inseparable and the thought of Jack came few and far between. You hadn’t been together long but you were starting to fall fast.

Jace constantly posted you to his Instagram and other social media and you made sure to share the posts. Jack had a finsta that he used to spy on you, and you knew it was him so you’d be lying if you said you weren’t occasionally petty.

It backfired when Jack showed up at your dorm, you were getting ready to leave for a class when you opened the door to see him standing there.

“What the hell? How did nobody recognize you?” You pulled him into your dorm quickly looking around the hallways.

“First of all, why are you here? Second of all how did you get inside? You need a keycard!”

“I paid a college student a couple hundred” he shrugged and you groaned.

“Nobody knows we dated so make this snappy” you retorted.

“Wait, you haven’t told anyone here we dated?” He was half surprised and half hurt.

“Just my roommate, but she’s not here right now so what do you want Jackman? I have class.”

“Who’s that guy you keep posting?”

“You’re here to ask me who I’m posting even though I have you blocked? Hmm, seems weird” you replied snarky. You knew he followed you on his finsta but you wanted him to admit it.

“You caught me” he let out a soft chuckle, throwing his hands up in the air jokingly.

“What do you want Jackman? You flew here to harass me?”

“Why won’t you talk to me? Let me make things better, I know I can” he stepped forward and you stepped away. “I actually have a show close by tonight.”

Just then you heard a knock on your door, you felt panicked and you had every reason to be. It was Jace, he was holding a bouquet.

“Fuck” you groaned.

Jack was amused at your panic but you shot him a dirty look immediately which wiped his smile.

Jace was holding a bouquet of roses and sunflowers, again, not your favorite but it’s the thought that counts.

“Hey, baby! Happy two months!” He leaned in to kiss you and you hummed against his lips.

Jack's entire face went red with anger, he was trying his best not to react but he wanted Jace to notice him so he cleared his throat.

Jace looked around you and saw Jack. “Who’s your friend?”

“Jace this is Jack. Jack this is Jace” you awkwardly responded.

Jack expected Jace to recognize him but when he didn’t it was definitely an ego crush.

“Nice flowers, James, she likes tulips though” he smirked as he pushed past Jace to leave. “Bye Y/N!” Jack waved just to be irritating and you knew you were missing your next class, you had some explaining to do.

••••

When summer came along again you moved into an apartment near your school. Jace was surprised that you didn’t want to go home to visit. You explained that your parents would be staying with you for a while and he didn’t ask many more questions.

He now knew a little about Jack but you spared a lot of the details so he didn’t know that Jack was the main reason you didn’t wanna go home.

The day your parents got there Jace wanted to meet them and you were hesitant, truthfully Jack was the only guy you had ever introduced your parents to and it made you nervous to think about but you let Jace know you’d plan something soon.

It didn’t take long for your dad to mention Jack to you. “Have you heard from the boy?” He refused to call him by his name after what happened.

“Not for a few months, it’s been nice” you shrugged. You didn’t want to focus on Jack longer than necessary and you never told them about him showing up to your dorm a few months back.

“Remember how I told you I’d been seeing someone? Well, tomorrow he’s going to come here for dinner and I want you guys to meet him.”

••••

When Jace met your parents; they were in love with him immediately. He was everything they could’ve hoped for, and for some reason, this made you withdraw.

You couldn’t explain why but something felt off, something was missing.

“Holy fuck, do I miss him?” Your inner monologue spoke to you, and you hoped you were wrong.

“Why would I miss him? I have this great guy right here in front of me, what’s wrong with me?” You thought to yourself, you were clearly silent for too long.

“Honey, are you alright?” Your mom asked interrupting your thoughts.

“What? Yeah!” You smiled but you weren’t fooling anyone.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concepts #Jack harlow angst #Jack Harlow fanfic

[absurdthirst]

Turkey, Dressing & Fake Boyfriends {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 28.2k

Warnings: Fake dating, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, masturbation, physical violence (one punch), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, angst

Comments: Plans to visit your parents for Thanksgiving go awry when your boss, Dieter Bravo insists on joining you. The problem is...you kind of told your parents that you were dating the actor. Now he going to play the role of a lifetime and the lines between acting and real life are blurring quickly.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“So I’ve made sure that there’s plenty of snack foods in the kitchen and all your favorite restaurants are already organized on UberEats and DoorDash in case nothing is appealing.” You check through your list of things to go over with Dieter before you leave. Even though you know that despite your next warning, he will be contacting you for every little thing. “Remember, I’m going to be unavailable for the next seven days. So don’t call me to ask where the toilet paper is, I made sure to stock every bathroom. It’s under the sink where it always is.”

Dieter follows you, finally realizing that you are telling him you’re leaving. “Where the hell are you going?” He growls, the fog of his latest high lifting and he doesn’t want you to go. 

“To my parent's house for Thanksgiving.” You remind him of what you said earlier. 

Dieter frowns, “that’s not till next month.” 

You snort, “it’s this Thursday.” 

He frowns even more, unable to remember the last time he attended a Thanksgiving. He hasn’t celebrated the holiday since before his parents died. With no family, he’s always just been alone and high, desperate to avoid the holidays. “You can’t go!” He whines, not wanting you to leave him alone. “I demand you don’t go.”

“I’ve had these plans for the last six months.” You huff, shaking your head and frowning back at him. You had halfway expected him to pitch a fit but you had been hoping that you could avoid it this time. “I haven’t seen my family in over a year and I’m flying out tomorrow.” You hate the pout on his face but you aren’t staying in L.A. “You will be fine. I’ve made sure you have everything you could want, even your cocaine.”

Dieter stomps his foot in protest, acting like the petulant child he can be. "No! You can't go! I don't - I won't let you. If you go....you're fired." He declares, even though he would never do that. You're the only person who will put up with his shit.

Your brow arches up as you stare at him. “Fire me?” That pisses you off when you are at his beck and call nearly 24/7 and deal with his 2AM calls when he’s lonely and can’t sleep. “Because I want to spend Thanksgiving with my family?” 

Dieter nods, his face twisted up in frustration. “Yes!” He insists, making you decide to call his bluff. 

“Fine, fire me.” You lock your phone and turn around to start gathering up your stuff.

Dieter stares at you in shock, unable to believe that hasn’t made you stay. “Fine.” He spits back, “then you’re taking me with you. I refuse to spend another Thanksgiving alone. You are taking me to your parents’ house for the week. You can take me with you so I can experience a proper holiday. I can’t be alone. You won’t leave me alone. I won’t allow it.”

Now it’s your turn to be shocked. Immediately feeling your stomach clench and your cheeks heat up. You can’t take Dieter home. You would be absolutely mortified. Not because of how he behaves, but because of the white lie you had told your family three years ago. “N-no!” You practically shout it. “You can’t meet my parents, you can never meet my parents!”

Dieter scoffs, "why? Are you embarrassed of me?" He gestures to his purposely tatty clothing. "I can be put together. I have more goddamn money than all of the fuckers in your small ass town put together and I -" He cuts himself off, knowing he's acting like a prick. "Why?" He asks after clearing his throat.

You can tell his feelings are hurt, the wounded look in his eyes giving him away. Dieter always lashes out when someone hurts him. You blow out an embarrassed sigh and squirm slightly. “Because I toldmyfamilyweweredating.” You mumble under your breath. 

“What?” Dieter demands, making you roll your eyes. 

“Because I lied to them and told them that we were dating!” You hiss, mortified you just had to tell your boss the truth.

Dieter frowns, “what? Why the hell did you tell them that?” He is processing, unsure of why you told them that, especially since he’s your boss. “Aren’t you asexual?” He asks and it’s your turn to look at him incredulously. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, nothing at all, but I’ve never heard you mention a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I just - I figured that dating or sex wasn’t your thing. Is that why?”

“I don’t have time to date.” You huff, pointing your finger at him. “I have a forty year old man child who calls me at 2AM when he wants someone to hold his hair when he’s puking.” You remind him. “The last boyfriend I had told me that it was too much and dumped me, three weeks after I started working for you.” The traveling didn’t help. You were constantly on location and that wasn’t in your dating life’s favor.

Dieter bites his lip, feeling guilty for taking over your life for the past four years, and he hates feeling guilty. He never does and it eats away at him. He is quiet for several moments and you start to fidget. “I can pretend to be your boyfriend.” He offers, wanting to make this up to you.

“No.” You immediately shake your head. “You can’t.” 

Dieter scoffs. “Why not? I’m an award winning actor. I can play being your boyfriend.” 

You hesitate, knowing that he would treat it like a role if he were serious about it and your parents have been annoying you about when you are going to bring Dieter to meet them. “You can’t be ….you, you know. They don’t do drugs or anything like that.”

Dieter snorts in amusement, “no shit. I doubt your parents are having orgies and snorting coke from someone’s asshole like my weekends. I can be a good boy.” He promises, fluttering his eyelashes, “I want to do this for you. I owe you for all the years of service. I promise you, I will take this seriously.” He vows, crossing the space above his heart, “I won’t fuck this up if you want them to actually think we are dating but I have one question…” You look at him expectedly, “why me?”

You can’t tell him that it’s because you talk about him all the time. He will think that you have some secret thing for him and then he will never leave you alone. “Because you’re the only man I spend time with.” You tell him, shrugging slightly. “Who else am I supposed to be seeing when I’m always with you?” You ask. “I got tired of them asking when I was going to settle down and find a man - and it just… came out of my mouth. Plus I told them that we were keeping it quiet for your reputation so they couldn’t spread it around my hometown.”

Dieter smirks, “fair enough. Your hometown folks are gonna shit themselves when they see me.” His ego comes out and he winks at you, “let’s do it. I gotta get some new clothes. Can you go get them for me?” He pouts, “you can dress me like a Ken doll for your parents. Make a good first impression…baby.” He winks, thoroughly enjoying this new role and he needs a wardrobe.

You roll your eyes at him, fully aware that he’s going to be completely full of himself. You smirk, deciding that you are going to make sure that you pay him back slightly for the bullshit over the years. “Fine.” You agree. “But just so you know, my parents are going to make you sleep on a pull out bed in the office.” You tease before you chuckle. “Remember…you wanted this.”

Dieter rolls his eyes, “surely your parents don’t think that we don’t fuck after we’ve been together for 3 years. I doubt they would be surprised to find out that we bump uglies as a fucking couple. Nah, we are sharing a bed. Besides…you might get a craving for some cock since it’s been so long.” He waggles his eyebrows.

You snort and shake your head. “Doubtful.” You hum, imagining how he’s going to be disappointed when they insist you sleep separately. “Why would I need cock when my toys work so well to make me cum?” You tilt your head and grin at him. “You better go to bed early Dieter. The flight leaves at 6AM.”

Dieter’s cock can’t help but twitch as he imagines you using toys. “Naughty. I like it.” He smirks until your next sentence registers. “Six in the morning? Jesus fucking Christ. I am gonna need some speed.” He tuts, “and coffee. Lots of Goddamn coffee. Six…I haven’t gotten up that early except for that call time on Hunger strike. Fuck. I - Okay.” He concedes, knowing he can’t argue when he’s trying to be nice.

You smirk, happy that you’ve managed to inconvenience him in some small way. You open your phone to make sure you can actually get him a ticket on the same flight since it’s so last minute. You know you will have to put him in first class even though you will be back in coach. Dieter won’t sit back in coach, and you don’t want to hear him whine.

Dieter watches you book his seat using his card, smiling when you book first class. “Upgrade yourself. Use my points, can’t have people saying I don’t treat my girlfriend properly.” He tells you and spins on his heel, “I gotta figure out how to smuggle my tea on the flight.” He says, making his way into his bedroom to get high and hopefully pass out.

You watch him go with a shake of your head. “God help us.” You muse to yourself. Now you have to go shopping for him to get him a wardrobe that is suitable for playing the role of your boyfriend.

****

Dieter sits there with his sunglasses on. The early morning flight has fucked with his equilibrium and he struggled to wake up without taking one last hit to tide him over until he comes home. “Bloody Mary.” He orders, not even looking at the flight attendant while he rubs his temples. 

“Dieter. It’s six thirty.” You gasp and he rolls his eyes, lowering his sunglasses to look at you, “exactly. It’s the middle of the fucking night.”

Huffing and turning away from him,  you put in your earbuds so you can watch some Netflix movie you downloaded. He acts like you dragged him here, but he had insisted he come. You hope that he doesn’t cause a scene at Thanksgiving. Lord knows he could make a scene. 

****

When you drive past the welcome sign of your small town, Dieter is instantly fascinated. He’s grown up in L.A, it’s all he’s ever known, so your small town has him asking you several questions like “is that where you went to school?” and “did you go to that store?”

You chuckle quietly as you drive him around the town on the way to your parents house. “Yes, this is my small town that I escaped to go to L.A.” You joke.

Dieter looks out the window with fascination and he smiles when you pull up outside of your childhood home. It’s beautiful and he loves how quaint it is. The autumn leaves covering the ground and they crunch under his new boots you bought him yesterday. “Ready?” He asks once you’re standing at the front door.

You are so nervous about this, worried about your little lie spilling out or Dieter somehow insulting your parents and family. You reach up and adjust the collar of the casual button down you had paired with a pair of delicious dark pants that made him look very sophisticated with the pea coat you had also bought. He looks every inch a successful actor and how you secretly think he should always dress. “If you are…baby.” You try it on, the words feeling slightly foreign in your mouth.

Dieter winks at you just as the door is opened, his stomach twisting a little with nerves but mainly at the way you call him baby. The door opens and an older man grins, looking at you with absolute love. "Hey squirrel!" Your dad greets you and Dieter mouths ‘squirrel’ with a frown as your dad steps out to wrap his arms around you, not even letting you step over the threshold.

“Dad!” You shriek happily, throwing yourself into his arms and grinning as your breath is practically squeezed out of you in the giant bear hug. “I’ve missed you so much!” Your words are muffled against his shoulder and he hums. 

“Not as much as we’ve missed you, sweetheart. Hate that it’s been so long.”

Dieter bites his lip, knowing it's his fault. When your dad pulls back to look at Dieter, he holds his hand out. "I'm afraid that would be my fault. Keeping her busy with my work it's great to meet you, sir." Dieter offers your dad what he hopes is a friendly and polite smile.

“Dieter Bravo.” Your dad has an appraising look on his face as he slowly reaches out to take Dieter’s hand. You’ve not said anything, but he’s kept up with the antics of your boss and apparent boyfriend in the news. Some of it troubled him but he also trusts you to make the right decision. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Dieter offers your dad an oscar-winning  smile. "It's great to finally meet my baby's parents." Dieter winks at you, reaching out to wrap his arm around your waist to squeeze. "Let me grab the bags, baby. You go inside." He orders, wanting to make this his best performance yet.

You try not to look shocked, knowing that normally Dieter leaves you to deal with the luggage - and everything really - while he does whatever he wants. “Of course.” You turn to your dad. “I’m assuming I’m in my old bedroom and Dieter is in the study?”

Your mother comes down the hallway, “don’t be silly, dear. You can share your old room with your boyfriend. You’re not fifteen. We know you have sex.” She snorts, and your dad covers his ears, acting like he doesn’t want to know. Your mom pulls you into her arms, sighing in delight. “Oh it’s so good to see you, sweet pea.” She coos, kissing your cheeks just as Dieter comes in the house with your cases.

“Hey mom.” You relax slightly, happy to see your parents even though they just put you in a very awkward position. 

“Where do these go, baby?” Dieter asks and you pull away from your mom, knowing he was going to be a little shit about this. 

“We are going to stay in my old bedroom, babe. Together.”

Dieter bites his lip to smother his smirk at the horrified look on your face when you turn away from your parents. "Oh that's great. I can't sleep without her." Dieter lies, "she's like my baby bear." He winks and your mother awes while your father wrinkles his nose slightly. "I'll take these upstairs then." Dieter says, winking at your mom before he makes his way upstairs with the cases.

“Sweet pea, he’s so handsome!” Your mother coos, turning to watch Dieter make his way upstairs. “So much better in person. I was so thrilled when you called last night and told us that he had changed his plans.” 

You had managed to smother their curiosity for why you never brought Dieter, claiming he had long standing plans with friends over the holidays and he used it to decompress from work. “He’s happy he could come, mom.” You bite your lip, wondering how long it was before Dieter shows his true colors.

“What about all the, uh, the scandals he had surrounding that last movie? Was any of that true?” Your dad asks, concerned for your well-being when you are in L.A and even more so with you dating an actor. 

“Hush, it doesn’t matter. She loves him and that’s all that matters. He looks after her, right?” Your mom looks at you, both of your parents waiting for your answer.

You want to laugh and tell them that you look after Dieter, but that would not be in your best interest right now. Instead, you nod, hearing Dieter walk through the upstairs and there’s a slight banging sound as he drops the bags that makes you groan. “He takes care of me.” You lie. “And most of the negative press was exaggerated. You know, create buzz about the project they had in the can.”

Your dad isn’t convinced but he lets it go, just excited to have you home, and your mom smiles at you. “I’m glad you’re happy, sweet pea. And you’re home! I made your favorite. You must be starving.” She guides you into the kitchen without a moment and Dieter comes downstairs, rubbing his hands on his pants after he discarded his coat on your bed. He spent a while looking around your room, laughing at the boy band posters but one in particular made him pause…the poster from his first movie. He files that away for later and nearly bumps into your dad.

“Did you find everything okay?” Your dad asks, watching Dieter carefully. He had noticed the other man had been upstairs for longer than just dropping off the bags, but he was a guest in his home, so he was going to be polite until it was necessary to not be. “Her mom made lunch if you’re hungry.”

“Starving.” Dieter groans, “I’ve only had a blood- tomato juice on the plane.” Your dad eyes him and he shifts, making his way into the kitchen and he sits down beside you. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks your mom.

You snort quietly, wondering if Dieter knows where anything is in his own kitchen. You’ve never seen him use more than the fridge. “Sure.” You grin at him playfully. 

“Honey, don’t tease him. I think it’s wonderful that he’s offering to help.” Your mother beams at him, obviously slightly starstruck to have a Hollywood actor in her house. You roll your eyes, wondering if she would be so happy if she knew how childish he could be, but you remind yourself that you’ve only told your parents great things about Dieter. 

Dieter offers your mom an award winning smile and she flusters, waving him off. “Stay seated. I’m nearly done.” She promises and your dad sits down. “So…how long have you two been together again?” He asks. 

“Three-” 

“Two years.” Dieter answers confidently and you want to hang your head. 

“No baby, it’s been three.” You say pointedly and Dieter’s eyes widen. 

“Yes. Three. I’m sorry. Three. I am terrible at keeping track. Oh shit, I guess I owe you something pretty for that mistake, huh babe?”

“Don’t worry about that.” You huff and your mom laughs. 

“I wish your father would have bought me something every time he forgot how many years we’ve been married!” She jokes, grinning at her husband as he walks into the kitchen. “I would have a lot of pretty things.” 

Your dad rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I remember the day I asked you out.” He reminds her. “That’s the day we should celebrate.” 

Your mom clicks her tongue, playfully tutting at her husband, and you smile with affection. You’ve missed your parents. A lot. Dieter reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss there. Your mom sighs in delight and your dad is indifferent. “Guess it’s okay when he has so much money.” Your dad says, a little flippant, and Dieter can tell he doesn’t like him. 

“Only thanks to this one. If I didn’t have her working as my assistant, I doubt I’d be able to function every day to do my job.”

You squirm slightly, never used to Dieter acknowledging that you do anything for him. Half the time when you argue for time off or that you’re busy, you get met with ‘this is what I pay you for’. Even if the pay is generous, sometimes it’s not enough. “You know what they say, a good assistant makes the world go round.” You joke with a small laugh.

Dieter winks at you and your mom serves lunch. Dieter is starving and he doesn’t even ask if the food is certified local and organic. He groans at the sight of the comfort food. It’s been so long since he had a home cooked meal. Usually he has you buy ready cooked meals from the organic grocery store down the street. “This looks delicious.”

You are surprised that Dieter isn’t asking questions, but then again, you’ve found him to be ridiculous. When he’s slightly sober, he will question the pesticides used on the vegetables and if the meat was free-range, but when he’s high - he wants McDonald’s mystery meat. “Thanks mom, I’ve been craving your food.” You admit as you all start to eat. You groan at the first bite and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being home.

Dieter watches you eat, your groan affecting him a little but he pushes that aside to enjoy the lunch. It’s delicious and he understands now why you want to come home. With a sigh, he finishes his meal and rubs his belly. “That was incredible.” He compliments your mom, meaning every word.

“We’ll clean up.” You assure your mom, smirking over at Dieter. “He loves helping out so we can make this quick and then go over who all is coming this year for Thanksgiving.” You know your mom would love to put her feet up, she’s probably been up since the crack of dawn to make sure the entire house was ready for your arrival.

Dieter stands up, a little unsure but your mom looks so happy that you offer to clean up. He knows he has to help but he hasn’t loaded a dishwasher in years. He doesn’t remember how to even turn it on. “Um, hand washing?” He suggests.

It’s surprising he even thought about that, but you shake your head. “If you want to clear the table, I’ll start loading the dishwasher.” You can see the relief in his eyes. “We will have it done in no time.” He won’t have a clue about storing leftovers, but hopefully your mom and dad will go sit out in the living room and you can just take care of it yourself. 

Dieter nods, working on cleaning the plates off of the table. “Come on honey, let’s go get those decorations from the attic for next month. I can start untangling those lights.” Your dad offers with a chuckle and Dieter sighs in relief when your parents leave the room. 

“Gross.” He wrinkles his nose at the food left on the plate. “How do you do this shit all the time?”

There’s the Dieter Bravo you know and tolerate. “Someone hasn’t worked in food service in a long time.” You joke, remembering how he had talked about hating waiting tables while working on his big break when he was younger. “Or are you too big of a star now that you’ve forgotten?” It’s more likely he’s done too many drugs, but that’s another subject. “Just leave them on the counter and I’ll clean them off, you big baby.” 

Dieter pouts, knowing you are making fun of him but you aren’t wrong. Maybe he has forgotten his humble beginnings back when he was nineteen and figuring shit out. “I’m sorry. I just - I’m not used to this. Doing…normal things.”

“It’s fine.” You shrug and start scraping the dishes clean and stacking them next to the sink to rinse before you load them into the dishwasher. “It’s what I get paid for, right? Letting you do Dieter things and concentrate on your performances.” It’s enough for you that he offered, playing into your mom and getting her to think that he might help in the fictitious relationship you’re in. “Just - thank you for offering.” You offer quietly. 

He smiles, blushing a little from your gratitude. He never really gets to experience simple things like that and he realizes he should be more appreciative of you. “So what are the plans for this trip?” He asks, leaning against the counter and watching you work.

“Honestly? Not much.” You admit, a little embarrassed that there isn’t much to do where you grew up. “I planned on spending time with family mainly, maybe meeting up with some friends from school for drinks one night.” You give a small shrug. “Mainly just planned on relaxing, drinking a little too much and decompressing.” L.A. is a fast paced town and while you can handle it, sometimes you just need time to sit and absorb the silence. 

“Sounds boring.” Dieter snorts, continuing to watch you. It’s not that he doesn’t like slowing down and relaxing but it allows him to think and when he thinks, he gets sad about how his life has gone. Yes, he is an award winning actor, wanted by most directors in Hollywood, but it’s lonely. His parents didn’t really care about him, just the money, and his ‘friends’ probably wouldn’t be his friends if he didn’t have the fame and money. This is real. What you have is real and he is jealous of that. True family and friends who love you for you.

“Thanks.” You huff sarcastically and look over at him with slight annoyance. Of course he would think your life is boring, you aren’t snorting God knows what up your nose and begging random strangers to fuck you. “I can always book you a ticket back home tomorrow. Tell them that you had some production meeting come up.” 

Dieter shakes his head, “no. I promised I’d do this. I want to do this. Just…cut me some slack. It’s been for fucking ever since I’ve had to deal with this.” He reveals and you frown, “what? Family?” He nods and you sigh, looking at him. 

“I’m sorry. I know…I know it’s not easy but I can make up an excuse.” 

Dieter shakes his head and hears footsteps coming down the hall. “Play along.” He orders, shifting to stand behind you, leaning down to bury his face in your neck while his hands grip your waist.

Your breath catches in your throat, perfect for the scene when your dad walks into the kitchen to find the two of you like that. Looking like Dieter is kissing your neck or whispering intimately in your ear and you hate how your entire body fires to life under the innocent touch. “I-” Your father clears his throat. “I came to get your mom something to drink.” He explains, looking anywhere but at you when you turn your head. 

“Oh, uh, sorry.” You peel yourself away from Dieter, cheeks burning. 

Dieter bites his lip to smother his smirk, victorious in flustering you and showing your dad that you are a couple. “Sorry sir. She’s just too beautiful.” He coos, leaning in to kiss your cheek and your dad opens the fridge to get your mom her drink.

You fluster slightly and turn back to the sink, hurriedly rinsing off the rest of the dishes so you can load them into the dishwasher. It’s still to be affected by him being so close, it was just a scene to him. It didn’t mean anything and yet your stomach feels like it is filled with butterflies. “We’ll be done in just a minute,’ you tell your father. “Then we can help get the Christmas decorations out. Maybe Dieter can help untangle the lights.” 

Dieter wants to say no but he can’t so he nods, turning towards your dad. “Yeah. I can help. Just need a moment if you know what I mean.” He gestures to his crotch despite not being hard. 

Your dad looks at him in horror before he slowly backs out of the kitchen with a “I’ll let you kids to it.”

“Jesus Dieter.” You blow out an exasperated laugh, embarrassed that he had just said that to your father. “Don’t say things like that to my dad. You’re going to give him a heart attack.” 

Dieter snorts. “He knows you aren’t a virgin.” He argues but you huff. 

“Yeah, but it’s not like I talk about my sex life with my parents.” 

Dieter rolls his eyes, “who do you talk to about your sex life? Because it ain’t me.” He points to himself, “you know all about mine.” Albeit, unwillingly, but you know about his escapades, especially when you make a midnight condom run for him.

“When I did have a sex life, I would talk about it with my friends.” You feel a bit defensive, but it’s not like you can help that your schedule is so damn demanding that all you could possibly get was one night stands. You just aren’t that type of girl. No hating on anyone who was, but you liked having at least a little bit of an emotional connection. “But it’s been years, so that isn’t an issue.” 

“Years?” Dieter yells and you shush him, “years? You’re fucking joking. There’s - there’s no way it’s been years. You’re - well, look at you. Someone must’ve wanted to fuck the shit out of you. You’re hot. There’s - fuck, you must be a virgin again.”

“Shut up.” You hiss, looking around and praying that no one overheard his big mouth. “The last time I came close to getting laid was that audio tech on Time Again.” You roll your eyes, thinking about what a shitshow that had been. The studio had finally just canned the movie due to the pandemic and the fact that the production just kept dragging out. “But everytime he went to ask me out, you were calling and needing something.” You ignore the pleasure that is running through you because Dieter said you were hot. He would fuck anyone, so it wasn’t like that meant much.

Dieter shakes his head, “that asshole wouldn’t have made you cum. He could barely hold the mic, he would’ve disappointed you.” Dieter won’t admit it openly but perhaps he had sabotaged your dates on purpose for his own selfish needs. He feels a little guilty. A little. Yet it’s not enough to make him regret his actions.

You snort. “What were you fucking him?” You ask, feeling out of sorts that he’s so horrified that you haven’t gotten laid when it was honestly his fault. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” You shake your head and look down at his crotch. “Looks like your little problem is gone.” You tell him. “I’ll finish up here, you go help dad.”

Dieter huffs, “fine. I’ll go untangle the fucking lights but this isn’t finished.” He gestures between you and adjusts himself as he makes his way upstairs to help your parents with the lights. Your mom asks him question after question about L.A. His home, his family. “Oh my family are dead.” He reveals bluntly and your mom’s eyes widen, “oh my God. I’m so - I didn’t know.” Dieter shrugs, “didn’t really like my parents anyway.”

“Oh you poor thing.” Your mom tuts, her heart aching for him. “No wonder she makes sure to take good care of you.” She shakes her head. “You are welcome to come back whenever you need someone to pry into your life and worry over you.” She tells him with a motherly smile.

Dieter wants to be sarcastic but your mother’s kind look sends him into a tailspin. Affection. Shit, how long has it been since he experienced that? Genuine affection. It pulls at his heart and he offers her a soft smile, “thank you. I’d like that.” Your mom beams at him and your dad hands Dieter the lights, ordering for him to untangle them.

You finish the dishes and start the dishwasher before you wander out to where your father and Dieter are starting to untangle the lights. Dieter is already huffing, frustrated with the tangled mess. “Maybe we should put lights on your house this year, baby.” You coo, knowing that Dieter would never get on a ladder and put up lights on his Sherman Oaks house.

Dieter plays along, “oh yes. That would be good. We can get some blow up decorations too.” He waits until your parents aren’t looking and smirks, hoping you catch his drift.

You roll your eyes at his immaturity and then decide to give him back his own. “Oh yes! They have this twenty-five foot Santa Claus that would be perfect!” You squeal, rushing over and kissing him on the cheek. “I will go order it now. It will go perfect when I dress up like Mrs. Claus and make cookies.” 

Dieter’s jaw drops but he recovers when your mom looks at him with such joy. “Just put it on my card babe.” He says through gritted teeth despite smiling. Fuck, you are going to frustrate the shit out of him but he won’t let you win. He owes you a good time with your parents and he will make sure it goes off without a hitch.

You smirk, deciding that you actually are going to order the Santa, just to be a shit. You beam at your mom. “Isn’t he just the best? He spoils me.” You brag, reaching over and helping him untangle one section of Christmas lights that he had been staring at in frustration. 

“He does seem to dote on you.” Your mother hums happily, shaking her head. “I can’t believe we are just now meeting him.” 

Dieter smiles at your mom, “that’s my fault. I’ve been so busy and I just didn’t want to take away from her family time. My muffin deserves all the time she wants for her family.” He coos, leaning in to kiss your cheek, making your mom coo in delight.

“Muffin.” You huff softly and turn to give him a loving look. “I will knee you in the balls if you use that again, “ you hiss through your teeth as you cup his cheek. “I’ll hold you to that baby.” You promise, patting his cheek. 

You pat his cheek a little too hard and he hisses, narrowing his eyes for a second. He can’t believe how out of control this is getting. “Don’t worry snookums, daddy will look after you.” He coos the second half into your ear, wanting you to squirm in front of your parents. Your dad is cursing the lights, too busy to listen, and your mom is distracted by a broken ornament she found.

You shudder, early gagging at the term ‘daddy’. “Gross.” You murmur softly, never been a fan of some man calling himself daddy towards you. Instead of giving him the pleasure of winning, you widen your eyes innocently and bat your lashes at him. “Thank you, Daddy.” you coo sweetly. 

Dieter chuckles, knowing he got to you. He hates being called daddy. He isn’t your father, but he wants to get under your skin. He winks and you huff, making him chuckle as he continues working on the lights. “Oh, Dave called earlier, sweetheart. Asked about you being in town and said you should head over to the tavern for a drink.”

“Oh.” You brighten at the new, smiling at your mom. “Thanks. I need to catch up with him, it’s been a long time.” Dieter frowns, not knowing who you are talking about but he doesn’t like the way you light up. 

“Who’s Dave?” He asks and your dad snorts. 

“You don’t recognize the name of her childhood best friend?” He asks Dieter. “We thought they were going to grow up and get married one day.” 

Dieter looks at you, noting the dreamy look in your eyes, and even though this is pretend, he can’t help but get jealous. “You’ve never mentioned Dave, baby?” He frowns, tilting his head and looking at you with curiosity.

You shrug slightly, not wanting to remind him that he didn’t particularly care about your life in front of your parents. Dieter is normally very self centered. “We grew up together, dated a while in high school and then broke up before college.” You didn’t want to tell Dieter that Dave was the one who you had experienced most of your ‘firsts’ with, including losing your virginity. 

Dieter clenches his jaw, unsure of why he feels so fucking jealous, but he does. He nods, “I see. Well, I can’t wait to meet him.” He acts excited for your parents’ sake, knowing that the jealousy act won’t wash well with them. He continues untangling the lights, not looking forward to meeting Dave.

You frown slightly but you don’t say anything. “Yeah, I’ll give him a call and see about setting something up.” You hum. 

“Sweet pea, why don’t you and Dieter meet him tonight?” Your mom suggests. “Before the holiday prep starts. Go out and have some fun.” 

You bite your lip and nod. “Okay, I’ll go set it up now.” You agree. 

“What a wonderful idea.” Dieter praises your mom but his tone is full of sarcasm, not that she realizes it. Or your dad. He does not want to meet this fucking Dave but then he realizes something. “Does Dave have a partner? Maybe invite them too.”

You shrug slightly, unaware of what Dave might have going on in his life. Despite what your parents believe, you and Dave had grown apart. Long before college. You were still friendly, but it wasn’t like you were still best friends anymore. 

Dieter hates how you don’t immediately tell him Dave is married or has a partner. Or is gay. He hates it and he feels threatened by someone he hasn’t even met. When you tell him an hour later that you are meeting Dave for dinner, he wants to ask if it will be four of you but he bites his lip and decides to play it safe, dress nice, and see what this dude is about.

The rest of the afternoon passes quickly. Finally getting the lights untangled and tested, the burned out bulbs replaced so your dad can hang them up. When it’s getting close to time to meet Dave, you pull Dieter away so that the two of you can go freshen up. “We’re meeting in an hour. At least we can get a drink or three while we are there.”

“Or ten.” Dieter mumbles under his breath while he allows you to get ready first. He just needs to brush his hair and put on some new clothes. Usually he wouldn’t put in the effort but this Dave asshole is going and could potentially have the ability to take you away from Dieter if he decides he wants to get back together. He can’t allow that.

You freshen up your makeup and change into an outfit that is stylish and comfortable. You wouldn’t normally go to such hassle, but you are supposedly dating a Hollywood actor after all. You need to look worthy of him.

Dieter frowns when you come out of the bathroom, dressed up and refreshed for this dinner, and he doesn’t say a word as he stomps into the bathroom to get ready, brushing his teeth and his hair. He washes his face and can’t resist grabbing some of your lip balm, just to make him look kissable compared to fucking Dave. He comes back out in clean clothes and puts his shoes on, “you ready?”

You eye his change of clothes, approving of yet another outfit you picked out for him. “Of course baby.” You coo playfully. “Remember not to flirt with all the fans wanting your autograph.” You remind him, knowing that would get around the town quickly and then everyone would be feeling sorry for you.

Dieter rolls his eyes, “of course not. I’m nothing if not professional.” You snort at that and he pouts at you before he puts his boots back on, ready to drive to the restaurant where Dave is. After you bid goodbye to your parents, your dad telling you to tell Dave hello which made Dieter scoff under his breath, you drive to the restaurant.

“You don’t have to come.” You remind him, wondering why he is acting like a petulant child again. It’s almost like he’s jealous but you know that’s not the case. “I can drop you off somewhere so we don’t bore you to death.”

“No. No. That would look bad. I’ll be a good boy.” He promises, crossing his heart. “I won’t be bad. I just - it’s weird to be going out to dinner with your ex.” He settles on that as his excuse. He doesn’t even know who this Dave guy looks like.

“Please.” You scoff and roll your eyes. “You’ve fucked plenty of your exes.” You remind Dieter. “I’m sure food is involved in that process somewhere. Don’t you have a standing date with an ex wife to fuck on your divorce anniversary?”

Dieter shrugs one shoulder, “it’s good sex. She just hates me.” He justifies and looks out of the window. “That’s just sex. Not a dinner. We don’t talk. As for food…maybe some whipped cream but that’s all. Oh wait…there was one time with chocolate syrup.” He smirks as he remembers his ex from five years ago.

“Ugh, never mind.” You huff. “Anyway, Dave and I grew up together. We have history but we still managed to stay friends. Besides, it’s not like my parents know I gave him my virginity prom night.”

Dieter’s neck hurts when his head twists to look at you. “What? You - you naughty girl.” He teases, “tell me all the details.” He rarely hears you discuss anything regarding sex and he wants to know if Dave came in 30 seconds to make him feel better about meeting your ex.

You snort, amused that Dieter’s gone from scowling to now begging for details. “I’m sure that it’s the standard ‘losing your virginity on prom night story’.” You huff. “We booked a hotel room and stayed together, actually we left prom early.” You smile at the memory slightly. “It was sweet and awkward but I was with my best friend, so it didn’t matter.”

Dieter hums, staring at you as you smile. He lost his virginity to a big movie producer. She was double his age and thought he was cute. There were no feelings involved, just sex, and his desire to make it big in Hollywood. He hasn’t really had sex that involved emotions, unless you count the hate sex with his ex wife. Even during his marriage he never “made love.” He clicks his tongue, “how cute. Bet he came in 30 seconds and it was all over.”

You huff, annoyed that he’s being critical over something that happened a long time ago. It’s like he’s trying to belittle your experience. Yet another reason you don’t share with Dieter because it’s never quite good enough. “I’m sure you lasted an hour and made them cum four times when you lost your virginity.” You manage tightly. “Since you’re so perfect.”

Dieter frowns, trying to remember that fateful day, and he winces when he reminds himself of how quickly he came. However, the woman made him eat his cum from inside of her to get her off. He didn’t mind the taste of himself combined with her so he stayed there for an hour just making her cum over and over. It was a good oral experience. “I’m not perfect.” He whispers, feeling that insecurity looming over him.

You look over at him and see the uneasy look. “No, you’re not.” Your tone is softer, and you reach over to pat his leg affectionately. “I’m sure it took a couple of times before Dieter Bravo, Sex God was born.” You tease playfully. “I think it’s a requirement that everyone’s first sexual experience be fast. But he had also made sure I was ready, fingering me and so I wasn’t disappointed.”

Dieter nods, "that's good. Oral is my favorite for getting a woman fucking soaking wet." He says like he's declaring his favorite color and it makes your stomach twist when he offers you a wicked grin. When you pull into the restaurant parking lot, Dieter fidgets, adjusting his shirt that suddenly seems too tight. "We should probably hold hands." He says when you are both out of the car.

“Yeah.” You are more nervous than you want to admit, because of your history with Dave. You drift closer to Dieter and offer him your hand. “Just- please don’t, uh, you know. Make me look crazy.” You ask, feeling a little overwhelmed by your fake boyfriend meeting your first boyfriend.

Dieter squeezes your hand, "I'll be the crazy one." He promises, winking at you as you make your way inside of the restaurant. He is nervous, wanting to make sure this is a good impression. Your town is small so word would spread fast if they thought you weren't a couple. Dieter doesn't want to mess this up for you despite his usually blase attitude to life.

His hand around yours is comfortable and you guess you had never realized how large his hands are. You’re actually disappointed when he pulls his hand out of yours. Dieter opens the door for you and you give him a small smile, feeling his hand on your back as you walk up to the hostess stand but Dave stands up from a table and waves towards you. “Oh, there’s my party.” You tell her before the two of you make your way over. “Dave!” Your former boyfriend grins and immediately reaches for you, pulling you into a hug. “I’ve missed you!” He groans, hugging you tight.

Dieter stands awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to say or do until Dave stops the ridiculously long hug he’s giving you and turns to Dieter. “Hey man, I’m Dave.” He says, reaching out to shake Dieter’s hand and Dieter can’t help but squeeze a little harder while saying “it’s great to meet you.” He says it almost through gritted teeth but manages to spit it out before you all sit down. “It’s so good to see you. God, you look amazing.” Dave smiles at you and Dieter wraps his arm around your shoulder, “she does, doesn’t she? L.A agrees with her.”

You arch your brow slightly at the possessiveness in Dieter’s tone but you just lean into his side. “So how is everything going for you?” You ask Dave, wanting to keep the conversation flowing. “It’s been, what? Four years since we’ve seen each other?” As soon as the waitress comes over, you are going to need a drink. Despite your cheerful tone, this is awkward. 

“Has it really been four years? Wow. I, uh, I have been working mainly. Few dates here and there but nothing really worked out. Not since…” Dave trails off, his eyes fixed on the hand on your shoulder. “Anyway, how are you? Dating a movie star? Wow. Hollywood glamor every day I imagined?”

“Oh you know it.” You don’t roll your eyes but you turn and give Dieter an adoring look and reach up to smooth a few scraggly hairs before you look back at Dave. “But Dieter and I like to keep things private. Because the paparazzi can be brutal.” You do roll your eyes at that.

Dieter snorts, “yeah. Remember that time they nearly caught us when we were…ya know? They are difficult to avoid.” Dieter says with sympathy for himself. It wasn’t you he was nearly caught with but as an actor, he knows that the closer the story is to the truth, the more realistic it will seem.

“That was a close call.” You giggle and shake your head. “We learned that it’s not like being a teenager in the back of a car.” 

Dave squirms slightly, uncomfortable but he grunts. “Well, you spent a lot of time in the back of my car.” He reminds you with a smirk on his face.

Dieter struggles to keep the smile on his face but it’s hard. He knows he’s being childish, especially when you’ve had to deal with all of his escapades but he feels jealous about you being with Dave, experiencing your firsts with Dave.

“That was a very long time ago.” You laugh, relieved when the waitress comes over and you can order a drink. “I’ll have double vodka soda on the rocks with a twist of lime.” You tell her desperately, needing the alcohol. “Baby, what are you going to get?” You turn to coo at Dieter.

“I’ll have water.” Dieter says, surprising you. “You enjoy yourself. I can drive us back to your parents house.” Dieter offers, kissing your cheek before he settles back into his seat, his arm still around you.

Dave orders a Jack and Coke before he leans back and looks at you. “I have to admit, I was surprised when your parents told me you were dating your boss.” He confesses, making you frown slightly. 

“Why is that?” You ask, shaking your head. “I spend most of my time with Dieter.”

Dieter rubs your arm, “it’s hard to not fall in love with the woman bringing you food every day.” He jokes and Dave clicks his tongue. 

“What I mean is…I hope you didn’t feel pressured to be with him because he’s your boss. I’ve heard stories from Hollywood. You know, Harvey Weinstein and the Me Too movement. I just…I hope that’s not the case.” Dave says, offering Dieter a weird look.

“No.” That you can very adamantly shake your head over. “Dieter would never dream of forcing someone to be with him. He’s a very pro consent type of man and if he was turned down - before we got together - there was no hard feelings or attitude about.” You chuckle and look over at him. “It was more a question. ‘Do you want to have sex with me? No? Okay, cool.’ I’ve seen him strike out, but he doesn’t have to worry about that now.” You lean in and kiss his jaw.

Dieter is offended that Dave would imply that he basically forced you to be with him, but he lets it slide, not wanting to make a scene. He does, however, cup your cheek and bring your lips to his. He kisses you, deep and for a moment longer than appropriate as he shows Dave that he is with you because he wants you. “I would never force anyone to fuck me. If they want to, I will make sure they are shaking with pleasure by the end of it. She fully consented and now, I make her moan my name so loud we had the police called for noise complaints in a hotel last month.”

“Dieter.” You are embarrassed, both from the implication of the idea of noise complaints because of sex but also because of the way that you leaned into the kiss. You remind yourself that he’s an actor. He’s playing a role, it’s his job to convince people that you are really together. “Baby, don’t…” you whine softly, cheeks burning.

Dieter chuckles, “she gets embarrassed. She’s a screamer. Well, you know. Right?” He winks at you and leans back when the waitress comes over to set the drinks down. 

“Oh my God. You’re Dieter Bravo!” She squeals and Dieter smiles politely. 

“Yes, hi. How are you?” She practically faints and asks him to sign her order book. He obliges, asking her name, and hands her back the pen before she thanks him profusely and rushes off.

“Wow.” Dave frowns slightly, his eyes flicking over to you and he arches a brow. “How do you deal with your jealousy with women coming up to him all the time?” He asks you before he looks over at Dieter. “She was always so jealous anytime I talked to someone else.” 

You huff and roll your eyes, annoyed that this seems to be some kind of test. “I’ve grown up, Dave. I’m secure in myself and my relationship.”

Dieter picks up the vibe and smiles at you, “oh she has her fun too.” He implies with a wink, wanting Dave to feel like he’s missing out. 

Dave wrinkles his nose, “you get involved in those Hollywood orgies?” He asks in shock and Dieter responds before you can, “oh that’s the best part of being in Hollywood. Orgasms for everyone.”

“Dieter!” You hiss, smacking his thigh under the table. You can’t believe that he just said that to Dave. 

“And you don’t get jealous?” Dave asks him seriously, ignoring your embarrassment. “I wouldn’t want to share her if it was me.”

Dieter smirks, enjoying how uncomfortable Dave is. “I know she’s mine. She sleeps beside me, wakes up beside me. If someone else happens to make her cum, I enjoy watching her get pleasure. That’s true love. Having boundaries within your relationship, trust, and knowing that at the end of the day, you’ll only be in bed with one another. I am not a jealous man.” He lies there, knowing he’s already jealous of Dave.

Dave stares at him for a moment before he looks back over at you, trying to determine if you believed all that crap. You school your expression into one of complete bliss and curl into Dieter’s side. “So yeah, not much going on with us.” You joke, thankful to see the waitress coming with your drinks.

Dieter thanks the waitress and you all order your food, making Dieter grateful that this bullshit will be over once you’ve eaten. He isn’t interested in a pissing match with Dave. He highly doubts that you’d get back with a small town ex but Dieter can’t deny he’s worried that you’ll leave him. He knows he’d never find an assistant like you. He wouldn’t be able to replace you if you decided to get back with Dave and move back here.

“You know…..” Dave taps the table and looks over at you with a soft expression. “Everyone misses you.” He tells you. “Every time I run into our old friends they ask about you. You know Steve and Rachel? They got engaged last week, going to be planning a wedding soon. You always used to say you wanted to plan weddings.”

Dieter knows how good you are at planning, you fucking plan his entire life, and he wonders if that’s your true dream. “Is that what you wanted to do?” Dieter asks softly, wanting to know more about you, to understand you more. To help his role…of course.

“At one time.” You admit, shrugging your shoulders carelessly. “I like the details and I’m pretty good under pressure.” You shoot him a small smirk, thinking about all the times that Dieter is demanding the impossible and you come through for him. “Most people want their wedding day to be one of the happiest of their lives. I thought it would be pretty awesome to help foster that. But then I learned that wedding planning is a cut throat business.”

“So is Hollywood.” Dave retorts, “you’d be good at wedding planning. You always had such a good eye. You should reconsider it instead of running around after actors.” Dave glances at Dieter who shifts in his seat. “Do you enjoy being a runaround for him?” Dave asks you.

“Dave.” You huff, frowning at him. “That’s rude.” 

Dave shakes his head. “Seriously, answer the question. Do you enjoy it?” 

You blow out a breath and look over at Dieter. “Every job has good and bad moments, but you tell me that I could travel to Croatia or Japan to visit locations while Dieter is shooting a movie as a wedding planner here. Tell me I would have to replace my passport because my pages are full.”

Dave stares at you, trying to process that but he knows he could never give you that. “Don’t you want a family? To settle down? Get married?” Dave asks, feeling himself get a little desperate. It’s always been you for him. He hasn’t moved on. He’s tried dating but always failed when they couldn’t compare to you. He’s been praying you’d come home so he could see you but he never imagined you’d be with Dieter.

“One day.” You shrug because you would love to have a future with someone. Unlikely because of that same lifestyle that you had just defended. No one wanted to put up with being on call for Dieter 24/7, so you didn’t try to find love. “It doesn’t have to be right away. Or ever really.”

Dieter bites his lip, feeling guilty that you’ve seemingly put your life on hold for him. “Ever?” Dieter asks before Dave can. 

“Surely you want to have your own family? It’s all you talked about when we were kids.” Dave frowns, crossing his arms.

“I was also a child.” You remind him. “If I decide to have kids, I’ll have them. They are a lot of work and I don’t know if I want them anymore.” Taking care of Dieter is like having a large kid and you don’t know if you would want to do it for real. Probably would change your mind when you find someone you want to be with, but it’s not even on the table right now. “Ideas for how your life should go change.”

Dave shakes his head, "you've changed. Hollywood has changed you. You are - you're different." He observes and Dieter gets protective, reaching out to take your hand in his. 

"She's grown up." Dieter defends you, "she isn't a teenager anymore. She's all woman and she knows what she wants. I support her, no matter what she decides to do."

“Thank you, baby.” You squeeze Dieter’s hand, thankful that he had said the perfect words. Ones that you didn’t know you needed to hear from someone, although it’s surprising it came from him. Too many people constantly ask about their perfect vision for your life. You turn and press a small kiss to his lips. “I love that you support me.”

Dieter blushes a little at the small kiss you give him, unnecessary to sell the act, and he finds his heart thumping at the soft smile you offer him when you pull back. He squeezes your hand back, "always. I'll always support you." He means that, even if you decide to quit working for him, he'd still make sure you are okay.

The food finally comes and the conversation turns towards Dave. Listening to him talk about himself, and his plans for the future with veiled hints that he wants you to be a part of that, you can’t help but be glad Dieter is here beside you. You had broken up in college for a reason, you didn’t want someone planning out your entire life and you have to appreciate how much things change daily with your boss.

“So I think it would be nice if we could have lunch or dinner with just the two of us sometime. You know, to catch up properly.” Dave says brazenly after you’ve finished eating your meal that was filled with banal small talk about holiday plans and the new year. Dieter clenches his jaw, trying to not react because he knows that’s what Dave wants. For him to appear insecure in your relationship, even if it is fake, he doesn’t need to know that.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate.” You shake your head and frown slightly. “It would be rude to leave Dieter with my parents and to go out with you alone.” You are disappointed in the idea, knowing that he is fully aware of how rude he is being.

Dieter frowns at the cockiness that Dave exudes when it comes to you. It’s very controlling and possessive and he hates it. No wonder you broke up with this douche. “Besides, if she has any free time during this trip, it will be dedicated to us sneaking around her parents house while I make her cum as many times as possible.” Dieter says smugly and unashamed.

Your cheeks burn and you bite your lip, wishing for a moment that he actually meant that. It’s been a long time since you’ve cum from anything other than your own fingers or a toy. Dave shakes his head, leaning back slightly. “I still don’t believe this. You and Dieter Bravo.” 

You chuckle. “Yep. Who woulda guessed?”

Dave narrows his eyes, looking between you. "Something isn't right here and I am gonna find out what it is. You - you are a movie star. Oscar winner. What the hell would you see in her when you work with beautiful models and actresses?" Dave gestures to you and Dieter clenches his jaw. 

"What do I see in her? She's beautiful. Inside and out. The people I work with, they don't have souls. They only care about their looks, their status. This one...she sees the real me. She knows my good and my bad. She's seen me at my worst and she's still here. Most of those Hollywood actors would ditch me in a second if they had a sniff of a mental breakdown. She's been here through thick and thin and I never want to lose her. She is incredible. She is smart and she deserves the world. You, however, do not deserve her. I don't deserve her, but as long as she is happy, I will thank my stars every day that I am the lucky son of a bitch she chooses to be beside every day." Dieter finishes by looking at you, hoping you realize he means every word. He would be lost without you.

You swallow, moved at the way he made you believe what he just said. If this wasn’t a farce, you would be jumping into his arms to kiss him passionately. Instead, you turn back to Dave. “Wow, I can’t believe you just said that.” You huff, motioning to Dieter. “I’m apparently not pretty enough or good enough to be with someone like Dieter. Thanks.” You poke Dieter again. “Let’s go. I think this is enough ‘catching up’ for this visit.”

"Wait. No - I - I didn't mean it like that." Dave stammers as you and Dieter stand up. He stands up quickly, reaching for you, and Dieter wastes no time grabbing his hand to stop him. 

"If you touch her, I will have no choice but to put you on your ass in this restaurant. I had martial arts training for a movie, I know my shit." He threatens and Dave jerks his wrist from Dieter's grip. 

"Fuck you, Bravo. She's gonna see you for what you are...a user. You just use her from what her parents have said and I know she will leave you and when she does, she will come back here and be with me." Dave sounds so sure of himself, Dieter can't help but lash out. 

Growling, he jerks his arm back and smashes his fist into Dave's jaw, making him stumble and everyone in the restaurant gasps, some already have their phones out recording but Dieter doesn't give a shit. "She will never be with you." Dieter vows, shaking his wrist out and he grabs your hand with his free hand. "Dinner's on you, Dave." Dieter spits sarcastically and guides you out of the restaurant. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Shit." He whines, shaking his bruised knuckles as the facade drops.

“Oh my god!” You whirl around and grab Dieter’s hand. It was unbelievably hot to have him defend you like that, even if it was a little unwarranted. Still, you can help the way you had clenched and you want to just get down on your knees and suck his cock to make him forget about his hand hurting. “I can’t believe you did that!” You gasp out, shaking your head and brushing your thumb over the back of his red knuckles.

“Me neither.” Dieter winces. “I don’t know what came over me. I just - I couldn’t stand for him to talk about you like that. You deserve better than him. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted and I know I’m an asshole who clearly makes your life a living hell but I do care about you. You deserve better than that asshole.” He tells you, looking into your eyes and the moon is high in the sky, making you appear ethereal.

“Thank you.” You whisper, wanting to lean in and kiss him but that’s not possible. He’s your boss and he’s only doing this because he didn’t want to be alone on Thanksgiving. Not because he loves you. “Let’s go back to the house and we’ll put a bag of frozen peas on your hand.” You offer, giving him a smile.

Dieter smiles, letting you guide him back to the car and you are quiet on the drive back to your parents’ house. It’s been an eventful day and Dieter is ready for bed. The fact that he’s sharing a bed with you is irrelevant. Totally irrelevant. He walks into your childhood home and your parents’ are still awake, watching tv. The tree is up but no decorations on it yet. “Oh hi honey. How was dinner? How was Dave?” Your mom asks eagerly.

You scoff slightly, shaking your head. “Dave was….insulting.” You tell your parents shortly. “Dieter ended up punching him and then we walked out.”

“What?” Your dad is shocked alongside your mom. “He what -? He punched Dave? Why the hell - why would you do that?” Your dad demands of Dieter who stands tall. 

“He was rude towards your daughter. He basically wanted her to move back here to marry him and have his kids. She said she wanted more than that and Dave decided to get nasty so I defended the woman I love.” Dieter states it so simply, it cannot be refuted.

You dad obviously doesn’t believe a word Dieter says and looks over to you to confirm it. “He’s right. Dave said that he couldn’t believe that we were together because he could have supermodels, why would he choose me. Insinuating that I’m not good enough.”

Dieter wraps his arm around your waist, “she is good enough. I work with lots of beautiful people but your daughter is beautiful inside and out.” 

Dieter squeezes your hip and your mom coos, “oh sweet pea. You’ve found a good one there. I’ll have to talk to Dave’s mother about what he said. It’s not acceptable.”

“Don’t worry about it mom.” Dave’s parents and your own have been friends for years. You don’t want to strain their relationship because of this. “I’m going to take Dieter to ice down his hand.”

Your parents don't say anything as you guide Dieter into the kitchen to find a bag of peas for his knuckles. He sits down at the kitchen table, watching you move around the kitchen and he admires your figure, noticing your ass. and his cock twitches in the pants you bought him. "I'm fine." He promises, hissing when you place the bag on his sore knuckles.

“I know, but I don’t want your hand to hurt anymore.” You murmur softly, reaching up and brushing his hair back. “Thank you for that again. I don’t know why he would say things like that.” You shake your head, disappointed in your former friend and lover.

Dieter leans into your touch, wishing you would run your fingers through his hair again. He sighs, "I am sorry if I - if I overstepped. I shouldn't have hit him but I just get annoyed by small minded assholes who refuse to accept others. Your life is yours, even if I kinda control it right now. It is your life and you should be able to choose what you want and who you want. He doesn't get to dictate that. Neither do I."

“If there’s one thing I can count on, it’s that you aren’t going to do things by half.” You smirk down at him and pat his cheek affectionately and step back to move towards the fridge. “Do you want something to drink?”

Dieter nods, “please baby.” It slips out without him even realizing it but he likes the way it sounds when he talks about you. He knows you don’t want him like that but you are starting to grow on him. He’s certain that he likes you as more than just his assistant. Seeing this side of you in your hometown is making his stomach twist.

You tell yourself that Dieter is just staying in character, you’ve seen him do it before. It would be easier to just act like a couple all the time so there aren’t any slip ups. “Of course.” You hum as you pull out some lemonade your mom has on hand. “Do you want some vodka in it?” You ask after you pour the glass.

Dieter offers you a wicked smirk, "is that sensible? Will your parents be mad if we drink?" He doesn't really know what protocol is for this situation and he guesses drinking booze isn't looked upon kindly when you are meeting your 'girlfriend''s parents.

“As long as we don’t get blitzed, my parents are okay. We normally have wine at dinner and there will be a couple of cases of beer at Thanksgiving.” You wink at him before you move over to your parents liquor cabinet. “Ta daaaah!”

He stands up, setting the cold peas down on the table, and he stands behind you to eye up the bottles. “Damn. Your parents have a supply. Do you have tequila in there?” He asks, his hand resting on your waist. He

“My dad loves tequila.” You reach into the cabinet and pull out a bottle of Don Julio. “Do you want this instead of vodka?” You shiver slightly, feeling his finger on your bare skin where your shirt had ridden up. You have to remind yourself to breath, feeling him so close behind you,

You lean back against him a little and he fucking loves it. He rests his chin on your shoulder as your dad enters the kitchen to grab his own drink. “Instead of vodka please baby.” He tells you, kissing your neck while your dad is in the room.

Closing your eyes, you pretend for a moment that he is kissing you because he wants to. Tilting your head to allow him better access as you uncork the Don. “Of course.” You hum, pouring a generous amount into the lemonade. “You’ll sleep good tonight.”

Dieter kisses your neck one last time, breathing you in, and your dad clears his throat before he makes his way out of the kitchen. “He’s gonna be like that every time I touch you, isn’t he?” Dieter chuckles, taking the drink from your hand.

“He is my dad.” You grin at him, “imagine having a little girl yourself and having some man kissing all over her when she’s grown up but she’s still your baby in your eyes.” The idea of Dieter with a baby is laughable, although you think he would be a fun parent. He would love them unconditionally and let them be themselves and teach them not to apologize for it. Once the diaper phase passed. You can’t see Dieter Bravo changing a diaper.

Dieter hums, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “True. I kinda get it. Jesus, can you imagine me with a kid?” He snorts, not realizing that you are thinking about just that. He imagines a baby with you, for one brief second, and he knows you’d be an amazing mother. “I know it’s your choice and you get to decide but you’d be an amazing mom. Hell, you put up with my shit.”

You chuckle and raise your brow at him playfully. “Why do you think I don’t have to have kids?” You tease. “I have my own giant man-child I take care of every day.” You wrinkle your nose at him and do the very mature thing - sticking your tongue out at him. “Although you’d be great as a father when they are potty trained.”

Dieter is taken back by your confidence in him being a good dad. He has never really imagined himself being capable. He’s too…Hollywood. He’s flighty at best. Irresponsible. “You think so?” He offers you a shocked look, unsure of why you’d think that.

“Of course.” You shrug. “You aren’t one that would try to fit your kid into a box. You’d let them figure out who they are.” You giggle slightly. “You would just need someone to be the disciplinarian while you’re the cool dad.”

Dieter grins, “someone like you.” He doesn’t realize what he said until he turns around to grab the bag of peas for his hand, flexing his sore knuckles but when it settles on him, he just smiles, turning to see your reaction. “Not that we would ever have a kid. You would never actually be with me.” He snorts, trying to hide the fact that that hurts him a little.

You sigh softly, seeing the flash of hurt that he can’t hide ride over his face before he takes on that ‘careless’ grin of his. “You wouldn’t want to be with me.” You counter. “I’d want you to be sober and not fuck anything that walks.” You remind him. “Despite what you told Dave, I’m not into orgies.”

Dieter bites his lip, “that doesn’t sound too bad. Just one person? Someone to share life with. Someone who wants to be with you even when the shimmer of fame and money has worn off. When the looks are gone and you’re old and wrinkly but they still look at you the same? Someone who knows you intimately and not just from your magazine covers. It’s - it doesn’t sound like a bad thing. The drugs keep me sane in a world that drains me for what I can give it. I’ve - no one has ever asked me what I wanted, only what I can give.”

You bite your lip, feeling the overwhelming urge to hug him. So you do. You take the two paces between you and close them, pulling him into a hug. “It’s because you take what you want.” You joke, wanting him to feel better and not be sad. “You’re Dieter Bravo, and you do what you want, when you want.”

Dieter’s hands hover for a second until he returns the hug, leaning in to bury his face in your neck. He just allows himself this moment to be vulnerable. He trusts you implicitly and he knows you will never tell a soul what he tells you…the NDA you signed backs that up, but he knows you won’t say anything. “Not all the time. Like right now…I want to kiss you, but I know that’s wrong. It would - I don’t want to lose you as my assistant, or from my life.”

Your stomach flips with butterflies and you can’t help but lean into his embrace more. “Of course you want to kiss your ‘girlfriend’.” You murmur. “That’s okay. I’m not going to hold this week against you.”

Dieter leans back to look at you, his dark eyes meeting yours to see any hesitancy in your gaze, and when he finds none, he slowly leans forward. The kiss is soft, unlike anything he’s experienced in recent times, and he kisses you just to kiss you. For nothing more than to feel your lips against his. His kiss is gentle, unhurried, and he tilts your head so he can deepen it just enough to make you breathless.

It’s a fucking sin this man doesn’t just kiss everyone. You don’t hesitate to slip your arms around his neck and let him slowly deepen it. It’s everything you’ve always dreamed about a kiss and it’s almost like the ending love scene in a romance. Except it’s your boss and this isn’t real life. You pull back gently and smile at him, slightly breathless. “Better now?” You ask, wanting to know what he thought.

Dieter still has his eyes closed when you pull back, his heart pounding in his chest and this stupid feeling warms him but he doesn’t know what it is. When his eyes open and he finds you watching him, he can’t stop the silly smile on his face. “Much better.” He offers softly, staring at you. After a moment, he clears his throat and picks up his drink. He’s not sure how he’s gonna survive a week without wanting to constantly kiss you. “I, uh, wouldn’t mind having a shower. Can I - I'm gonna head upstairs.”

“Okay.” You feel a bit off kilter and some space from Dieter would be a good thing. “It’s the door right next to my-uh, our room.” You don’t know how you are going to sleep next to him for a week. “Towels are right there in the closet.” You need to make yourself a drink and calm down.

He nods and doesn’t look back as he heads upstairs, knowing that it’s gonna be difficult to act like you don’t affect him. He’s hard, painfully so, and he rushes to get into the shower so he can get some relief. Until he remembers his bruised knuckles and groans, working his cock with his left hand but it just isn’t the same. He thinks about you, thinks about him fucking you on your parents’ kitchen table, making you cum and moan his name. He’s soon spilling his cum and he washes it off of the wall. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he realizes he didn’t grab his boxers, so he sneaks into your room, hoping your parents aren’t around.

It’s been a long day, you hadn’t wanted to play twenty questions with your parents over why Dave had acted like an asshole, so you had decided to wait for the shower in your bedroom. Wanting to clean up after a flight and the disastrous dinner with Dave before you went to bed. So when Dieter walks into the bedroom, you look over. You’ve seen Dieter naked, many times. You don’t work for a man like him and not see him naked. But there is something about him still wet from his shower and in nothing but a towel that has you oddly flustered. “Oh- I was, uh, waiting for you to take a shower so I could.” You rush out, looking over at the posters so you don’t drool over his chest.

Dieter notices the flustered look on your face and he bites his lip to smother his chuckle. Deciding to tease, he grabs his boxers from his suitcase and drops the towel, displaying his ass to your face and he pulls his boxers on. “Shower is all yours.” He tells you, turning around to see you staring, making him smirk.

He’s your boss. You have to remind yourself of that several times as you gather your own clothes and your travel toiletry bag so you can wash the makeup off and brush your teeth. His ass is cute, in a tiny way but you’ve never minded that. You remind yourself that you’ve seen him in plenty of situations, even walking in on him fucking before. Just because he had punched your ex and talked about being a one partner kind of man didn’t mean Dieter wouldn’t get bored, or want that person to be you.

When you walk back into the bedroom, dressed in your pajamas, Dieter has to bring his knees up under the covers of your bed. They aren’t even silk but your legs on display have him hardening and he knows it’s because it’s you. He’s convinced you could be wearing a potato sack right now and he’d be hard for you. Seeing you in this environment has brought about a different perspective for Dieter. He wants you, he knows that, but he can’t have you when you are instrumental to his daily life.

You never wear sexy things to bed but you are glad of that now. The shorts and t-shirt are nothing fancy but they cover you since you are expected to share a bed with Dieter. “Nice to see you making yourself comfortable.” You tease, seeing him on the side of the bed you normally sleep on. “I take it you’re ready for bed? Have you taken your sleeping pill already?”

Dieter nods, taking off his glasses, and he shifts to lay down in the bed. He took his sleeping pill but he doesn’t really want to go to sleep just yet. He wants to keep talking to you. “You liked Backstreet Boys, huh?” He teases, looking at the posters on your wall before you turn the bedside lamp off on your side.

“Yes. I used to think that I was going to go to their concert and meet AJ and we were going to fall in love and get married.” You laugh at yourself, the painful crush of youth now something that is just a fond memory. “Be serenaded at shows. I actually bought tickets last year for one of their concerts.”

Did you go?" Dieter asks, shifting onto his side to face you. 

You bite your lip, hesitant to answer at first. "No. I didn't because, uh, you needed me to get your meds and food because you were in bed sick." You reveal, remembering the exact day because Dieter had a meltdown when you told him you had the evening off. 

Dieter frowns, trying to remember that night but then it hits him. He threatened to fire you if you didn't bring him what he wanted. Lost in the haze of drugs and the flu. "Shit. I, uh, I'm sorry baby." That name slips out again, the guilt already eating at him.

“It’s fine.” You shrug like it is no big deal, but it had been the last time you had tried to plan anything on your day off. It wasn’t fair for you to get your hopes up and then stand up the few friends you have. “I let my friends have the tickets so someone could enjoy them.”

Dieter is quiet for several moments. He has already decided he’s gonna make it up to you. He has contacts, perks of his career, so he can surprise you. Maybe he will see if he can pull off a small concert or a meeting. Something for you. “I really am sorry.” He reaches for you, pulling you into his arms so he can hug you. “I realize now that I’ve taken advantage of you and I am going to make it up to you. I couldn’t survive without you.”

The fact that Dieter would say that is surprising and you return his hug easily. Slightly more intimate because you are laying next to one another in a bed, but that is something he has to be used to. “I know.” You joke, grinning against his neck and rubbing his back gently. “You would lose your crocs and cry if I didn’t know your habits.”

Dieter just breathes you in, enjoying the closeness that doesn’t involve sex. It’s been so long since someone just cuddled him without anything else. He sighs your name, nuzzling his nose into your hair, and he closes his eyes. The sleeping pills kick in within about five minutes and he snores, his arms still around you.

You snort softly to yourself. Taking the opportunity to press a kiss to his jaw. Dieter hums and pulls you closer in his sleep and you grin. Closing your eyes, you tuck your head under his chin and get comfortable. Dieter Bravo often sleeps with a hugging pillow and it seems like that pillow is you tonight.

Dieter grunts as he dreams, imagining himself buried deep inside of you, making you moan his name. It’s a dream he’s never had before but right now, he’s hard in his sleep. Grinding against your hip, his cock digs into your flesh as he imagines being buried deep inside of your cunt. “Fuck” escapes his lips and he pants, seeking his high in his dream after watching you cum and moan his name.

You wake up very quickly, feeling his cock against you and it’s tempting to lay there for a moment and let him rut against you in your sleep. But it wouldn’t be right. Not when he is not even awake. Instead of trying to wake him up, you try to ease out of his arms, save him the embarrassment of knowing he was grinding against you in his sleep.

Dieter whines when you pull away from him, his hips thrusting against thin air where you once were and he whines your name. He was so close to cumming, literally one or two more thrusts, but you've disappeared in his dream and his cock aches but he doesn't wake up. Instead, he settles down again, another snore escaping his lips.

Your eyes widen when you hear your name, wondering if he was imagining you. Cunt clenching at the idea, because you had felt how large he was against your hip. Imagining how he would feel inside you. Shuffling off to the side, you press your thighs together and decide you need to shower so you can touch yourself.

When you get out of bed, Dieter wakes up, feeling the loss of your body warmth. When he hears the shower turn on, he slumps against his pillow, his cock aching. Figuring he has some time, he reaches into his boxers, pushing the sheets back so he can wrap his fingers around his cock. Groaning in relief, he starts to pump himself while thinking of you.

As soon as the water was warm enough to step into, you lean against the shower wall and slide your fingers through your folds. You moan softly and bite your lip so no one will hear you, even though the shower is running. Closing your eyes, you imagine Dieter touching you. Actually touching you like it was something both of you wanted, we’re desperate for.

Dieter grunts, biting his lip as he works his cock with his palm. Letting go for a second, he spits into his hand, groaning at the added wetness and he imagines you sinking down onto his cock, those beautiful eyes on him. Shit, he is so close. He glances around, trying to find a tissue or something, but he hisses, jerking himself a little harder until he groans softly.

In your own little fantasy, Dieter is on his knees for you, his tongue buried in your pussy while he begs you to cum so he can fuck you. Whining when your foot presses down on his cock, he grabs your hips and eats you like a man starved. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, feeling the coil in your belly tighten until your orgasm explodes in your veins, making you gasp out as your thighs shake.

Dieter hisses as his cock twitches, his cum painting his stomach and he pants out your name, eyes clenched shut as he imagines burying his cock deep inside of you, filling you up. It’s intoxicating to imagine but impossible and he hates that. He can’t ruin your working relationship. He grabs his t-shirt from the floor, wiping his cum from his skin, sleep threatening to overwhelm him again.

It’s probably wasteful to only shower so you can masturbate, but you clean up and get out. Hoping that you can go back to sleep for a little longer. Dieter is here and won’t be calling you at all hours so you want to take advantage of it.

When you come back into the room, Dieter has his shirt bunched up on the floor, and he is asleep again. His snores echo in the room and he wanted to fall asleep with you in his arms again but orgasms always knock him out. It’s part of why he loves sex so much. Amazing sleep.

You snicker to yourself, sniffing slightly and eyeing him for a moment before you crawl back into the bed. You thought you caught a whiff of something but dismissed it as your guilt conscious. Laying back down beside him and closing your eyes, smiling to yourself as Dieter drools slightly.

**** 

The noises from downstairs make Dieter groan, his head pounding a little, but fuck, that was the best sleep he has had for a long time. He realizes he is pressed against you, his hard cock pressed against your ass and he feels like a fucking teenager. He hasn't been this constantly hard around a woman since he was seventeen and horny for his housekeeper.

You groan quietly, stretching and pushing back against Dieter behind you. He’s warm, making you hum and snuggle back in that sleepy state where you are half awake. “Morning.” You mumble. “Sleep good?” You had surprisingly gone back to sleep and had the best rest in that extra two hours after your shower. You can feel that he’s hard again against your ass, but it doesn’t make you move away.

Dieter grunts, his hand on your waist squeezes a little tighter and he forgets for a moment that this isn’t real so he leans in to press a kiss on the back of your neck. “Slept really fucking good. You?” His voice is raspy from sleep, his mind still hazy and his cock still hard.

“Me too.” You hum, enjoying the tenderness even though there is no one to witness it. It makes you feel special and you can see why people are so upset when Dieter drops them.

Dieter kisses your neck again, still lost in the haze and he shifts to settle between your legs, resting his weight on his elbows as he kisses along the exposed skin of your chest up to your neck. You tilt your head when he kisses along your jaw and he presses his lips to yours. When you gasp, allowing his tongue to dip into your mouth. After a moment, his senses return and he realizes he is going too far, and he is going to ruin everything. He pulls back, scrambling to get off of you and he rushes out of your room with a “I’m so sorry” and he hides in the bathroom.

You frown, sitting up and staring at the door for a moment. Dieter never flees from intimacy, he seeks it out. It’s just another point to prove to you that he doesn’t want you. Dave’s words echo in your head and you wonder if he might not be right. If you aren’t good enough for him. Sighing softly, you climb out of the bed and open your bag to start getting dressed. It doesn’t matter, this is all just a show for your parents. 

Dieter locks the door, his heart pounding, and he stares at himself in the mirror. “What the fuck are you doing? You’re gonna lose her if you fuck up again.” He mutters, shaking his head. His hair is sticking up everywhere and his cock is still hard. You felt so good beneath him, you felt like everything he ever wanted and it’s killing him because he can’t have you. This isn’t real. You just want to fool your parents.

You dress and wonder how long Dieter will be in the bathroom. You don’t want him to be upset. You know this is a role for him. Instead of knocking, you set the clothes out for him and go downstairs to get some coffee.

When Dieter comes downstairs after getting dressed, he sees you at the kitchen table with your mom, and he feels awkward. He wanted to kiss you this morning without your parents around. He swallows harshly and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Morning baby.” He smiles at your mom, “morning mama.” He winks playfully at her, deciding to revert to his tried and true acting skills.

You grin when your mother flusters and flaps her hand at Dieter. He’s already won her over, and you know that will go a long way to winning your dad over. “Morning baby.” You get up to make Dieter a cup of coffee the way he normally takes it.

Dieter sits down, watching you as you get him a cup of coffee and he decides he's gonna take you out for lunch. Let you show him your hometown. He wants to see everything. "Thank you." Dieter kisses your cheek when you set the cup down and sit beside him. 

"Oh you two are adorable. I am sure there will be wedding bells soon." Your mom winks at Dieter who chuckles, "you never know."

“Mom.” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Dieter doesn’t want to get married.” You had heard him rant about that ad nauseam when he was high. “He’s got to make sure to protect himself and marriage is actually a bad idea for someone who has as much as he does.”

Dieter frowns, “I, uh, well, that’s not strictly true. I could get a prenup and I was married once before.” He reminds you, shuddering a little at how much that shit cost him. “The next time I get married, I want it to be for love. No prenup. No big ceremony. Just focusing on the emotions.” He reveals one of his deepest desires.

“Dieter….” You frown at him, shaking your head. “No matter who you marry, you need to get a prenup.” You insist. “You have worked extremely hard for what you have, I want you to promise me that.”

Dieter reaches for your hand, “I promise.” He knows better than to argue with you and he leans closer to kiss your forehead. “Baby, I promise you we will sign a prenup.” He smiles, albeit a little sadly since it won’t be you at the end of the aisle. Shit, that was a thought he hasn’t had before. For a brief moment, he imagines marrying you. It would be easy to marry you. You know all of his bad habits, you know him inside and out and yet you haven’t abandoned him like anyone else. 

“Oh. You two are adorable.” Your mom coos, reaching out to rub your back. 

“I, uh, I want you to show me around your town. Then I want to get lunch.” Dieter says after you clear your throat.

You bite your lip, knowing Dieter probably wants to get away from your parents so he can get high. It’s been a day and for him that’s normally as long as he lasts before he has to take something to take the edge off. “That sounds good. Mom?” You turn towards your mother. “Do you need us to pick up anything while we are out? Last minute things before the store gets crazy?”

“Maybe you could get butter? I’m running low and I might need some for the turkey.” Your mom says and you nod. Dieter sips his coffee, ready to be alone with you again. He feels pressure around your parents and he wants to just be with you without the pressure.

“Of course.” You turn to Dieter. “I’ll go brush my teeth and everything and then I’ll be ready.” One thing you love about coming home is not wearing makeup for a few days. Not feeling like you have to look a certain way. It’s nice.

Dieter smiles at your mom, finishing off his coffee, and your mom leans closer to him. "So...are you planning to propose soon? You look like you are both so in love and I love seeing my baby girl happy." Dieter bites his lip, hating to lie for once in his life. Your mother is a kind woman and he knows he has to act his ass off. "Soon. I, uh, I've been seriously thinking about it." He reveals to her, making her beam.

“I think that’s wonderful.” Your mother hums happily. “You know, she’s loved being with you. Since she’s started working for you. She had a huge crush on you for years, so this is like a dream for her.” She reveals, recalling how you had gushed over his work when you were younger and moving out to L.A. When you had gotten your job working for Dieter, you had been ecstatic.

Dieter is surprised to hear that you had a crush on him. He always thought that you bitched about him any chance you could get so to hear you talking positively about your work, his heart is pounding in his chest. Dieter opens his mouth but before he can respond, you enter the kitchen with your purse and coat. "Ready baby?" You ask and he stands up. Your mom winks at him and Dieter offers her a grin as he grabs his own coat from your arms, gathering his boots from the mudroom.

“So where do you want to go first?” You ask after the two of you are out of the house and in your rental car. There wasn’t much to really do but you are willing to show him whatever he wants. “I can take you to my favorite hangout spot when I was a teenager.” You offer.

“I’m up for anything baby. You show me where you used to go. I just - I want to see what your life was like growing up here. I’ve never experienced a small town so I want to know everything, see everything. Even if it’s the library.” Dieter tells you, watching as you drive the rental car. He admires your profile, thinking you look so beautiful without makeup. Natural and gorgeous.

You grin, looking over at him before you turn on your blinker to take him over to your favorite little spot out in the park. It’s shaded, a perfect reading spot and it’s where you used to just get away. “This was always my happy place.” You tell him as you park the car.

Dieter looks around, already grabbing the door handle, and he is out before you can stop him. He stands on your favorite spot, closing his eyes, and he just enjoys the breeze, the silence. He fucking loves it. No wonder you loved being here. "It's beautiful." He says, opening his eyes to look at you when you appear beside him.

He looks relaxed. Even more so than he does when he’s blitzed out of his mind. It makes you smile, reaching for his hand and tugging him over to the spot you normally spread a blanket out. You had picked up one out of the mud room and grinned when you pulled it out of the oversized bag you always carry. “I always imagined dates out here.” You tell him. “Picnics and reading. Simple and intimate.”

"One day...when you actually find a man who deserves you." Dieter says, looking at you, and he offers you a soft smile. "This place...gives me a sense of calm. I don't even want to get high." He confesses, biting his lip as he watches you enjoy your spot. "I hope your parents like me."

“You’ve won over my mom.” You lean back and close your eyes with a smile on your face. “She always wanted to meet you, not because you are famous, but because I was ‘with’ you.”

“Your dad is another subject.” He guesses with a sigh, making you nod. “I’m trying. I don’t - I haven’t really had a lot of experience dealing with ‘in laws’ so I guess I gotta pull out the big shots to impress him later. Maybe I can get someone on the phone. Any actors he is a fan of?” Dieter asks, wanting to impress your dad.

“To be honest, I don’t know if he has any.” You joke, shrugging your shoulders. “He’s dad. He just wants to make sure that I’m okay.” You promise him. “He’s a little more difficult because I’m his little girl.”

Dieter nods, although he doesn’t quite understand that mentality. “Christ, look at us. I think we’ve acted so well during this that we almost think we are a real couple.” Dieter chuckles softly, even though his mind goes back to last night when he woke up and jerked off thinking of you.

You snort. “Because you are a damn good actor.” You praise him. “I think hitting Dave really sold it.” You smirk to yourself, mad at the other man more now than you had been at the time. “Just don’t let mom’s comments bother you. She thinks everyone should be married.”

“Dave’s a dick.” Dieter scoffs, looking down at his bruised knuckles that don’t hurt anymore unless he flexes his hand. “As for your mom, she just wants you to be happy. I wish my parents loved me like that.” He sighs, “they just wanted what I could give them.” He looks at you, noticing the leaf that’s fallen onto your jacket and he reaches out to remove it.

Humming, you crack an eye open and then close it again, completely trusting him. “Dieter, you are so much more than what you can give someone or your performances.” You promise him softly. “One day you’re going to find someone you want to be with and they are going to love you, not because you’re Dieter Bravo, but because under the drugs and bullshit, you are wonderful.”

Dieter chuckles, cupping your cheek. “You are just saying that. I know I’m the biggest pain in your ass and I don’t pay you enough to deal with me. I know - I was a dick to even demand that you didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. I know now that it was wrong and you can have any time off for holidays with your family. After we tell them we are broken up.” He adds, biting his lip as his thumb rubs your cheek.

You snort and shake your head. “I’m not doing that anytime soon.” You promise him. “When I tell my parents I’m single again, it will be nothing but trying to tell me all about the nice boy she met at the grocery store or asking when I’m going to settle down.” You huff, hating how your parents think you need to be with someone to be happy.

“Is that what you want? To settle down? Find a husband and have kids?” Dieter asks seriously, wondering if that’s what you are looking for. Or if it’s something only your parents want for you. He lowers his hand to rest on the blanket, shifting a little closer to you.

“Maybe.” You sigh softly and shrug slightly. “I can’t see anyone being cool with my work schedule.” You admit quietly. “And I don’t want to stop working for you. You drive me crazy sometimes.” You open your eyes just to roll them at Dieter playfully. “But I’ve also done things I would have never done because of you and I’m not giving that up.”

Dieter smiles at you, happy he’s given you opportunities. “One day…if you ever do find someone and you want to be free of me, I’ll let you go. I never want to hold you back…even from me.” He tells you, “I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

You frown slightly and shake your head. “My dreams have changed.” You remind him. “I only want kids with someone who wants to have an adventure with me. Not having the wife and kids and house as a status symbol.” You huff. “It seems like that’s all most men want if they want kids. They don’t want to actually raise them.”

Dieter nods in understanding, “I get that. I wouldn’t want kids with someone who just wants to be with me for my money or what I can provide. I want to be a good father if I ever get the chance. Be better than my parents but I know I have my own issues. I’m working on it.” He sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, you’ve cut back on the drugs since rehab.” You offer with an encouraging smile. Dieter would probably never not have some small chemical dependency, or if he does, it would be a lifetime commitment. “You just need to remember that everyone makes mistakes and it doesn’t mean you’ve failed.”

God, your words make his heart flutter and he knows you believe in him which is more than he can say for most people in his life. You truly care about him, want to help him, and he can’t stop himself from surging forward to press his lips to yours.

Gasping in surprise, you don’t push him away. Maybe there’s someone nearby for him to convince that you are a couple. Instead, you just lean into the fantasy for a moment. Sliding your arm around the back of his neck and pulling him closer like it’s a scene from a romance. Moaning softly into the kiss, you can’t deny that Dieter is a fantastic kisser.

Dieter groans into the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and his cock hardens in his pants. You intoxicate him more than any drug ever could. He grabs your waist, shifting to lay you down on the blanket and he presses his body on top of yours, kissing along your jaw. “Fuck baby.” He groans into your neck.

Fuck. Dieter is slowly grinding against you and you feel the way he’s hard. For a moment, you want to believe that this is real. “Ahem.” The clearing of a throat makes you jump, eyes springing open again and you see one of the local deputies looking down at you. Another person you know from high school. “Hate to interrupt, but…..”

Dieter shifts to sit up, his hair muddled from your fingers and he reaches down to adjust himself. “We were just making out.” Dieter defends himself. 

The officer sighs, “sir this is a public park and we simply cannot allow - wait…aren’t you Dieter Bravo?” The cop asks and Dieter nods, shifting to stand up and he reaches to help you stand up too. “I freaking loved you in Cliff Beasts 6.” The officer exclaims and Dieter wants to laugh because he didn’t enjoy that movie at all. The script, the making of it, the aftermath. All sucked. Plus you weren’t with him because production didn’t allow assistants on set due to Covid regulations. 

“Thanks.” Dieter offers the officer.

“What are you doing here?” His eyes finally shift over to you and he says your name. “What are you doing making out with Dieter Bravo?” He demands, almost eager for gossip. 

You glance at Dieter and look back at Pete. You think his name is Pete. “We are home for Thanksgiving.” You explain. “Just showing Dieter around town, he’s here to meet my parents.”

“My beautiful girlfriend and I are just taking a moment to ourselves.” Dieter winks at you and wraps his arm around your waist. 

Pete’s eyes widen, “you - you are dating Dieter Bravo? Wow. L.A really was the best choice for you, huh? I know Dave was depressed when you left.” 

Dieter scoffs at the name ‘Dave’.

You reach out and pat Dieter’s arm. “It’s okay.” You soothe him before you look back at Pete. “They met yesterday. Dave was….less than kind so he’s not Dieter’s favorite person.” You explain with an almost proud smirk. “Sorry, we got caught up in the moment.”

“It’s okay. Hey, uh, do you think I could get an autograph?” Pete asks Dieter who nods, “sure man.” Pete grabs his booklet and hands it to Dieter along with the pen. Dieter quickly signs it for Pete, so used to doing this it’s second nature and when he hands it back to the officer, he beams. “Thanks so much man. You kids be careful.” He jokes, winking at you before he strides off.

“Well that’s going to be talked about all over town.” You huff, slightly embarrassed at being caught making out with Dieter. “Sorry.” You know that no one in your town has the connections to make this appear in gossip rags, but you’re sure Dieter doesn’t want to be connected with you beyond your parents.

Dieter chuckles, “you and I both know I’ve had worse stories in the papers thanks to the paps. They even got me naked once so being caught making out with the most beautiful woman in town was not the worst story to be spread about me. In fact, I kinda like this one.” Dieter winks at you, reaching for your hand.

You snort, not believing his comment but you are flattered nonetheless. “Maybe we should get out of here before we are overrun with curious gawkers.” You squeeze his hand reluctantly. “I know Pete will tell everyone he sees and you’re the biggest celebrity they’ve ever had here. The last one was some college football coach.”

Dieter chuckles, “fine. Come on hot stuff. Let’s go.” He grabs the blanket, folding it up, “besides, your mom will be waiting on the butter and I can’t disappoint your mama.” He grins, wanting to please your mom.

“Very true.” You wonder how long it’s been since Dieter has run errands like picking up butter. Normally he whines when he’s out of something he likes but he just has it delivered. “We can pick up something to cook for dinner. I normally make something for my parents when I come home.”

“Okay baby. That’s okay. Let’s go.” He’s kinda excited to just go to the grocery store. He hasn’t been for years and he is intrigued to see how things have possibly changed. You’re soon in the car and driving to the store. Dieter looks out the window at your town, the Christmas lights are up and Dieter wouldn’t mind seeing them on. “Can we come back later or another time to see the lights?” He asks you.

“Actually….” You grin as you look over at him peering out the window at the lights. “Every Thanksgiving night there is a huge Christmas light ceremony.” You explain. “It will be the first night the lights are turned on, they have vendors out here with hot chocolate and Santa’s ‘sleigh’ hay rides.” You have been looking forward to it. “It’s always fun.”

“Really?” Dieter’s eyes widen. “We gotta go to that. Please, can we go?” He asks like an over eager kid, desperate to see the lights turn on. He doesn’t do that shit back in L.A. Too many people rush him and he can’t handle the fucking influencers who have taken over everything in his home town.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to.” You promise, giggling slightly at his enthusiasm. “So yes, we’ll go and I’ll even get you tickets to sit on Santa’s lap.” You tease playfully.

Dieter offers you an indulgent look, “don’t tempt me baby.” He winks and you giggle, turning into the supermarket parking lot. He is excited and his stomach twists with something he isn’t familiar with when he looks at you. It’s too easy to believe you’re together, that this is all real. “I know what I’m gonna wish for.” He tells you with a wink.

You snort, putting the car in park and turning it off. “Well, you’ve already won an Oscar. So are we talking about a drug that doesn’t pop on a test? Or a year of no paternity claims?” Since he was famous, he had plenty of women come out and try to claim that he’s the father of their children. It always stressed him out and you hated it.

Dieter chuckles, albeit a little sadly, for those situations he puts himself in. When he thinks about it, he’s not entirely sure if it’s worth it. He has everything and nothing at the same time. Seeing you with your family…he yearns for that and he supposes he shoved down those feelings for years. “No. I, uh, I would wish for a family like yours.”

“Oh my family isn’t perfect.” You promise, pulling into the small grocery store parking lot and searching for a spot. The pre-Thanksgiving bustle has started and there’s plenty of cars already crowding the lot. “They are nosy and can drive me insane.” You laugh.

“Doesn’t matter. That’s what families are supposed to do and I - I miss that. I miss just having people there who love you unconditionally. I wish I had that. You’re lucky, even if your parents annoy the shit out of you, they love you so much.”

You hate that Dieter feels like he doesn’t have anyone like that for him. You both climb out of the car and it’s almost natural to walk around the front and hold out your hand for him to take. “I promise you that you will have that when you want it.” You murmur softly. “I know it will happen, you’re too good of a man for it not to.”

Dieter squeezes your hand, “thank you baby. One day.” He watches you for a moment as you grab a shopping basket and he imagines doing this with you every Sunday, just enjoying time together. Fuck, either he’s method acting or he’s getting too deep.

“What’s something you haven’t eaten in a long time?” You ask Dieter suddenly, wanting to make a meal he looks forward to eating. Obviously he would have to pretend he eats it all the time, but something special for him. “Anything you want.”

Dieter bites his lip, “it’s, uh, something kinda simple but I haven’t had it in a long time. Not since my grandma died.” He admits, hoping you can cook it but he’s not expecting it. “She always made the most amazing fried chicken and mashed potatoes.”

“Fried chicken and mashed potatoes?” You grin happily, knowing you can easily make that for him. “Done. Do you want green beans, Brussels sprouts, creamed spinach or collard greens with it?” You ask, knowing he needs some vegetable to go with it and Dieter hates salads. You guess it’s from all the people who live off salads in Hollywood.

Dieter thinks for a moment, “green beans.” He tells you, groaning at just the idea. Despite his usually healthy diet, he hates the fucking Hollywood rule that everyone has to be thin and fit. He used to be when he first started out but weight is getting harder to lose and after winning an Oscar, he finds himself giving less of a shit. His agent can get him jobs that allow for his form because he’s not going on one of those ridiculous diets.

Nodding, you steer the cart towards the fruits and vegetables. “Don’t worry, it will be good, I promise.” You grin at his skeptic look and pick up a produce bag so you can get some fresh green beans. “I sauté the green beans with onions and some bacon. Not healthy at all.” You tease playfully.

Dieter grins, “I love the way you think, baby.” He leans in to kiss your cheek just as a blonde woman appears with her cart beside you, saying your name. Dieter immediately doesn’t like the look of her.

You want to groan, but you don’t. Instead, you force a smile on your face as you turn towards the girl who had tried her hardest to make high school miserable for you. One of the reasons you left home and broke up with Dave. “Hi.” You offer simply, knowing it will piss her off to not be introduced to Dieter or any man really.

“Are you Dieter Bravo?” She gasps, noticing who you are with and Dieter wraps his arm around your waist, making her eyes widen. “Oh wow. I did hear a rumor that you were back in town but I never imagined you’d be - you would be hosting an Oscar Winning actor.” Janine says with a seductive smile towards Dieter.

Hosting. Your smile widens slightly and you turn to run your hand up Dieter’s stomach and across his chest. “Not exactly hosting.” You purr, leaning in and kissing his jaw, right where no hair grows. You’ve always loved that little spot. “Introducing Dieter to my parents.” You turn your head and roll your eyes slightly. “You know ‘meet the parents’ and all that.”

Janine’s eyes widen but she manages to school her features into a smile that most actors would be jealous of. Dieter offers her a smile and she looks between you. “That’s…unexpected. When I heard you were heading to L.A after breaking up with Dave, I figured you’d fail and come back.” She barks out a fake laugh, and Dieter keeps his grip on you tight. “Let alone find yourself an actor boyfriend.”

“Well I didn’t go to become an actress.” Your voice is sugar sweet and your smile sharp. “I just get the perks of traveling around the world while making sure Dieter has everything he needs.”

Dieter smirks, “oh she gives me everything I need.” He winks at you, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass and Janine chuckles softly. 

“Oh. I see. It’s just sex. Makes sense. Sex on tap since she travels with you.” 

Dieter clenches his jaw, “that is not accurate. She blows my mind in bed but she also blows my mind with how kind she is, she’s fucking smart as hell and I wouldn’t survive without her. So don’t make assumptions when you are still stuck in this small town with your…let me guess, star footballer husband who knocked you up right after high school and he’s balding and fat and you are a resentful housewife trying to get your kicks insulting others who have been successful in their life without popping out a baby at 20 and depending on a man for their livelihood.”

Your eyes widen slightly with how on point Dieter is. Reading Janice like a book and it's a personal treat to watch her face turn a mottled red as the insult strikes home. Her face twists in anger and she huffs. "At least I didn't OD for the entire world to see while begging everyone for sex on set." She sneers, smirking over towards you. "You couldn't satisfy Dave so of course you couldn't satisfy a movie star." She gives a cruel little chuckle.

“Oh sweetheart. She satisfies me enough to make me an honest man. I guess you can’t say the same for your husband. Who was it? Next door neighbor? The nanny?” Dieter snorts, “Jesus. You’re the epitome of a suburban doormat wife and yet this beautiful woman here will be returning to L.A with me where we will enjoy the finest food in this country before I eat her out on my twenty thousand dollar sofa. Make her cream before she cums again on my cock. I’m sorry your husband hasn’t fucked you in months. You must have cobwebs down there by now. Anywho. We have stuff to do. My girlfriend is cooking us dinner tonight and then later, I’m gonna have dessert.” Dieter waggles his eyebrows.

You snort and slap your hand over your mouth while Janice turns and storms off. Shaking with laughter as you turn towards a smug looking Dieter. "Just make friends wherever you go, don't you?" You ask playfully, making him roll his eyes and huff. 

"She's a bitch." He snarks, making you nod in agreement. 

"Thank you." You murmur, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I hate her and you just made sure she won't talk to me ever again."

“You wouldn’t have to deal with these people again if it were up to me. Rude assholes. They are just jealous baby because they let this small town own them and ruin their dream. They didn’t take risks because they were shit scared but you, my brave beautiful girl, took risks and they paid off. Fuck them. Let’s go find the ice cream aisle. I wonder if they have a Christmas flavor.” He quickly moves on, grabbing your hand again to guide you down the aisle even though he’s never been here before.

You grin as you watch him walk with such confidence. He’s Dieter fucking Bravo and no one could hurt him. His armor in place and his cockiness even sexier now that you’ve had him stick up for you, protect you. “I’m sure they do.” You promise him with a wink.

**** 

Back at home, Dieter helps you with the groceries and is now watching you prepare the dinner while he sits at the kitchen table. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” He asks, your mom sipping on her glass of wine while she reads.

You lift a brow at him and smirk, knowing he doesn’t have a clue what to do in the kitchen. “Sure baby.” You purr and wink at him. “Why don’t you peel and chop the potatoes?” You offer as you turn to the spice cabinet to pull out the seasonings you need for the chicken.

Dieter comes to stand by you, grabbing the potato peeler, and he bites his lip as he tries to figure out how to use it. “Um…can you show me how to- uh, how to use it.” He asks, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Sure baby.” You keep your voice low so your mom doesn’t hear and take the peeler and the potato from him. “I know I spoil you and do it, but maybe we can cook together from now on.” You hum as you show him how to use it.

“I’d like that. I want to learn how to do some things for myself. Give you more of a break.” He murmurs back, stroking your back with his hand and he watches you show him how to peel the potato. Biting his lip, he takes over, nearly slicing off his finger but you tell him to be careful and he nods, working on peeling the potatoes for you.

You keep an eye on him as you wash the chicken and set it to soak in buttermilk and hot sauce. Mixing up the flour and seasonings in another bowl. Moving to crack the eggs to make the egg wash for it. “You’re doing great.” You promise him. “Soon you’ll be making me dinner and I’ll get to watch. It’s really sexy to see a man cooking for you. Reaches that cavewoman hindbrain.” You tease, making your mom snort and nod. 

“Yes it does. Your father is very happy when he cooks for me.” 

You sputter, nearly choking on your own spit. “Mom!”

Dieter chuckles, winking at your mom. “He’s a lucky man. I hope me and this one can be as happy as you guys are after being together for so long.” Dieter kisses the side of your head as he finishes peeling the potatoes.

You are still slightly horrified about your parents but you still manage to smirk. You would have to be together for that to happen but it’s still a sweet idea. “I’m the only one who can handle you.” You joke, bumping your hip against his.

“True.” Dieter grins at you, wishing this was real. It would be so easy if it was real. He would be with you and he could be himself. You know everything about him, even his worst moments. He stops moving and just looks at you, admiring your profile.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You ask and Dieter shakes his head. Your mom watches with a grin on her face, pleased to see that lovesick look on Dieter.

Cooking with Dieter, or around him really, is fun. Your mom shares her bottle of wine and laughs as Dieter jokes and tells her stories, some you’ve never even heard. Often ones that involve you and you are surprised that he’s paid attention at all.

When the dinner is served, Dieter kisses your cheek to thank you and when he digs in, his groans reverberate and he can’t believe how fucking good this is. “Good?” You chuckle and he nods, swallowing the mouthful he had. 

“Fucking incredible. Shit, sorry.” He apologizes to your parents.

You mom scoffs and just waves at Dieter as if it’s not a problem. “Everyone curses.” She tuts and your dad snorts to himself, remembering when she had scolded him when he was working on the lawn mower. Apparently she was really enamored with your boyfriend and your dad smiles at you. 

“I bet you cook for him a lot, don’t you?” He asks. “She loved experimenting and cooking for us as a teen and her skills have improved a lot.”

Dieter sighs, “I wish but I have so many work dinners and we are away traveling so home cooked meals are hard to come by, especially when she doesn’t live with me.” Dieter says without even thinking about it.

“I have to admit I find that odd.” Your mother admits. “I thought all young people lived together now?” 

You blow out a raspberry and roll your eyes. “Mom. Not everyone does and I already work with Dieter. It’s so we have some space. Besides, he would get sick of me waking him up early.”

Dieter realizes his fuck and tries to rescue it, “we, uh, we find it works best for us. Fondness makes the heart grow fonder but I’ve been thinking of asking her to move in with me. We have just been used to living alone but I gotta admit, I hate sleeping alone. I want her next to me.”

You want to throw him a glare but your parents would see that. Great. Now they’re going to be wondering when you are moving in with Dieter. “Babe….you completely panicked when you asked your last partner to spend a weekend.” You remind him sweetly. “I understand and it’s completely okay. I know you love me.”

Dieter frowns at that but doesn’t argue, knowing your parents would find an argument strange. “We will talk about it.” He settles on that as you continue eating the meal. He’s disappointed that you don’t want to move in with him, even though this is a fake relationship, it’s starting to feel more and more real.

You sigh slightly, seeing the unhappy look on Dieter’s face. You know that he is putting on a performance but it’s so convincing that you want to rush to assure him that you will move in with him. Crazy because you have never thought that before but it is feeling like you are actually with him. Your stomach twists and you’re getting butterflies like you would if you were. This was a bad idea because you can feel yourself falling for him and after Thanksgiving is over, things are going to go back to normal and you’re going to be in love with your boss.

**** 

Dieter looks up from his phone as you walk into the bedroom. Dinner was awkward but manageable and Dieter relented to checking his phone even though he hates the damn thing. He had a few emails from his PR agent about him being in this town for Thanksgiving. Apparently people have posted photos of him with you. Dieter tosses the phone aside, watching you get ready for bed. “Dinner was delicious.”

“Good.” You grin, happy that he had enjoyed it, he had eaten two large plates and you’ve alway loved when people like what you make. “I can always make it for you at home sometime.” You offer easily. Moving over to your suitcase, you pull out your sleep clothes and start to change. He’s seen plenty of women and men naked so it’s not like it will affect him. It’s better than running to the bathroom to change and having your parents questioning why you won’t change in front of the man you supposedly sleep with.

Dieter swallows harshly, throat suddenly dry as he watches you change into your pajamas and his cock twitches as his eyes focus on your ass. He shouldn’t be looking but fuck he can’t help it. You’re gorgeous and he wants you but he can’t have you. “That - that would be nice.” He chokes out, watching you bend to pull the bottoms up, covering your ass.

“God I’ve forgotten how restrictive it feels to sleep with clothes on.” You grumble to yourself, making Dieter choke. “Sorry.” You look over your shoulder. “I would keep pajamas out so when you called me from your hotel room I could throw them on, but I usually sleep in panties or nothing.”

That makes Dieter hard and he places his hands in his lap to hide his problem. It’s not fair, you didn’t ask for this reaction and he won’t ask you if you want to help him. That would be crossing a line he promised himself he wouldn’t with you to protect your professional relationship. “Me, uh, me too usually.”

“I know.” You can’t help but give a little giggle. “You’ve given me plenty of free shows when you’re asleep, but it’s very different when that monster is pressed up against you.” You tease, grinning when he flushes slightly. It’s cute that he’s embarrassed even though he wouldn’t normally be.

Dieter clears his throat, “sorry about that. I’m sure you didn’t want that. I, um, have been dreaming so it’s hard to control it during my sleep. If that happens, just slap me. Wait, no, don’t do that. I might cum.” He chuckles awkwardly, “just shake me.”

You giggle again and you can’t help tease him a little. “So now I know you like when I threaten to hit you.” You joke. “‘Ohhh I’ll have you put on a cock ring so you don’t cum.”

“Don’t tease me baby.” He begs, his tone whiny as he imagines you don’t just that. “I’m serious. I can’t - I dreamed about you, okay?” He admits Like you tortured it out of him.

“I know.” You’re a little smug about that when he frowns at you. “You were moaning my name while you were grinding against me.” 

Dieter groans and closes his eyes. “I’m so sorry- I-“ 

You interrupt him, shaking your head. “Don’t be. I had to get up and get in the shower.” You confess quietly. “Otherwise I was going to jump my boss while he was sleeping.”

Dieter opens his eyes in surprise, staring at you with his jaw open, and when he asks you if that is something you'd want, you nod. Processing for just a moment, Dieter can't hold back. He surges forward to press his lips to yours, cupping the back of your neck as his lips slide against yours.

You whine, surprised that he is so eager, but you quickly close your eyes. Giving into the moment even though you know this is a bad idea. Your boss shouldn’t be touching you like this but you don’t care. You’ve felt him against you and you want to feel him inside you. “Dieter.” You gasp as he kisses down your jaw and bites your chin. “I want- fuck, will you have sex with me?” You beg quietly.

Dieter groans at your words, the words he dreamed of last night. “Yes, but first I want to taste you. Get naked. Now.” He demands, reaching for the hem of your tank top and when he flings it across the room, he ducks his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

You shudder against his mouth, gasping out his name loudly before you remember you’re in your parents house. You don’t want them to hear you although it makes you even wetter to think about Dieter fucking you in your childhood bed. You reach down to try and shove the shorts and your panties down, shuffling under him to kick them off as you shamelessly writhe against his hardening cock. “Dieter….” You whine when he bites down on your nipple and your hand slides down to plunge under his boxers and wrap around his cock.

Dieter moans and tries to bite his lip to smother it as you grip his cock. “Fuck baby.” He grunts, taking your other nipple into his mouth, and he hisses your name when he releases it with a pop. Pushing your hand from his boxers, he shifts to lay between your legs, shoving your thighs apart and he groans at the sight of your pussy. “Beautiful cunt.” He comments before diving in, his tongue flattening between your folds.

Your eyes roll back and you whimper at the feeling of his mouth on you. That fucking annoyingly talented mouth. Sassy and bitchy at times but his tongue slides around your clit like a fucking pro, surprising you because you had always assumed Dieter wouldn’t want to take the time to eat someone out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck baby, it’s so good.”

He’s pleased at your praise, encouraging him to suck your clit into his mouth, sucking hard, and he groans when you tangle your fingers in his hair. He hisses against your wet flesh and he grinds his cock against your mattress while his tongue pushes deep inside of you.

“Fuck.” Your fingers tangle into his hair and you tug on it, needing him to make you cum. It’s better than your own finger and a toy. “Dieter, baby, please.” You beg, rolling your hips down frantically.

Dieter shifts so he can push two fingers into your cunt, his lips focusing again on your clit and he flicks his tongue over the bundle of nerves while his dark eyes focus on you. "Cum for me." He mutters, curling his fingers as he sucks on your clit.

You bite your lip, falling over the edge as his mouth drags you higher. Pulling you under the waves of pleasure and you have to let go of his hair to shove your fist in your mouth so you don’t scream out his name. Thighs clapping around his ears as you cum for him.

Dieter nearly cums from the way you have to bite down on your hand to smother your cries and he groans, working you through the orgasm until you are pushing him away and he shoves his fingers into his mouth so he can taste your orgasm that he caused. “Baby. I, uh, I don’t have a condom.” He grunts, kissing your thigh for a moment.

“Don’t care.” You gasp out. You know Dieter, when the last time he’s had sex was. And you took him to get tested for the insurance for the movie he’s going to be in after the holidays. You know he’s clean. “I- I have an IUD. I promise I don’t have anything.” You will completely understand if he doesn’t want to have sex without protection. Dieter is very conscious about that, given the number of women who try to claim their children are his. “But I can suck you off if you don’t want to-“

Dieter doesn’t even think about that, he just needs to be inside of you. “I trust you.” He promises, shifting to kneel between your thighs, gripping his cock and he starts to jerk himself while he looks down at you. “You sure?” He asks and you nod, “yes.” With that, he shuffles closer and brushes your clit with the head of his cock, making you moan. With a chuckle, he notches the head at your entrance and starts to slowly push into you. Shifting onto his elbows so he can press his lips to yours.

You moan into his mouth, hands gripping his shoulders and your nails dig half crescent moons into his skin. It’s perfect. Your legs wrap around Dieter’s waist, opening yourself up more so he can push deeper. “Fuck baby.”

He can’t speak. He just closes his eyes and pants against your jaw as he sinks into the tightest, warmest cunt he’s ever experienced. Maybe it’s because it’s you but he groans your name, stilling for a moment when he is fully inside of you.

All you can hear is his panted breathes in your ear. Shuddering at the way he fills you, you ache in the perfect way that will linger far after you’re done. “Fuck baby, you’re so good. God, your so big inside me. Filling me up.” You babble, needing to tell him how good it is, to make up for his total silence.

“Cos you’re so fucking tight.” Dieter practically wheezes as he starts to move. His hand grips your thigh, tilting your leg so he can get impossibly deeper and he’s in no rush, slowly rocking into you. You are soaking wet and it squelches with each thrust, making his cock twitch. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, looking down at you before he kisses your jaw.

You hadn’t expected this. You had expected fast, frantic. Rushing to find pleasure since being told that he can fuck you. You whimper, rocking your hips up to match his rhythm. “I- fuck.” You are nearly overwhelmed by the slow drag of his cock against your walls, consumed by it. Pushing everything out of your head except the pulsing of his cock inside you and warmth in his eyes as he looks down at you.

Dieter hisses when you clench around him when he hits a spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back. He clenches his jaw, focusing on that spot. His thrusts become deeper but no faster as he focuses on making you cum. He is usually a selfish lover but right now, his goal is for you to have a good time. He kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth for a languid kiss.

Over and over again Dieter steals your breath. Every deep thrust pushing into you and striking nirvana inside you. Your hands start to pull at him, sliding up and down his back as you silently demand more. Needing more from him now that you are allowed to have it.

Dieter gets the message, picking up the pace and he keeps his hips focused on that spot. His lips kiss along your neck, nipping and biting between kisses that he wants to sear into your skin so you never forget this. “Fuck baby. Want you to cum.”

“Going to.” You gasp out, clenching down around him again when he hits that perfect spot again. “Gonna- gonna cum all over that big dick.” You turn your head to kiss his lips, suddenly biting down on the bottom one to make him hiss. “Soak you.”

“Do it.” His response is slightly muffled by your mouth but you hear it. Two thrusts later and you do just that, soaking his cock as you clamp down on him. Making it almost impossible for him to work you through it but he tries, thrusting deep as you cry out his name.

You know your parents hear you, you know it. You’re being too loud but right now you don’t care. All you can care about is how perfect it feels. Making you choke back a sob when you realize this might only be a one time thing.

Dieter groans when you cling to him, pushing deep over and over until he stills above you, burying his cock deep inside of you as he paints your walls with his cum, your name is a grunt that escapes his lips.

You whine, loving the hot rush if his cum coating your insides. “Oh god.” You pull him down for a kiss and lock your legs around him to help him ride it out. Loving when he collapses on top of you and groans into your neck.

Dieter pants, struggling to catch his breath from the way his orgasm just knocked him sideways. Fuck, you feel so good. You are so good. He slides his tongue into your mouth, slowly kissing you as you both ride out your highs together.

You finally feel your body start to calm down. Both of you relax completely and there is a split second where you wonder what happens now. This is still your boss and you realize you’ve gotten caught up in his acting. “I should pee.” You whisper awkwardly.

“Go on baby.” Dieter says as he pulls out of you with a groan. Unable to stop himself from watching his cum well up at your entrance and he pushes it back inside of you. “Quick. Before it gets on your sheets.” He orders, shifting to lay down on the bed and he closes his eyes with a smile on his face.

You wrap your robe around you and dart out into the hallway to scamper into the bathroom. “Shit. What have you done?” You ask yourself frantically after you close the door. You’ve done the worst thing you could possibly do. You’ve slept with your boss and you loved it, setting yourself up for heartbreak when he wants to fuck someone else or just brings someone home. This didn’t mean anything to him, it was just sex or worse, his role as your ‘boyfriend’.

Dieter is asleep by the time you return, always knocked out after an orgasm, and he snores loudly when you quietly open the door and sneak back into your room. 

**** 

The next morning, Dieter wakes up to an empty bed, making him frown, and he groans as he gets out of bed, ready to shower and go downstairs to see where you are.

You are helping your mom make breakfast when Dieter comes downstairs. Today is going to be busy with Thanksgiving prep so you don’t have time to entertain him today. “Morning.” You tell him as you mix up the waffle batter.

Dieter leans in to kiss your cheek but you are stiff, making Dieter frown as he shifts to sit down at the table, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He watches you work with your mom, your dad reading the newspaper and Dieter just stares at you, wondering why you aren’t being your usual self.

You feel so damn guilty you can barely look at him. It’s not his fault you were dumb and fell for his performance. You just need to remind yourself that Dieter is a fantastic actor and he’s managed to make this seem real. You just aren’t a good enough actress to pretend you aren’t affected.

Dieter thanks you when you place a hot waffle down on a plate in front of him and he reaches out to caress your hip, smiling up at you while your dad digs into his breakfast. “You’re welcome” comes your cool reply and Dieter frowns, wondering what he did wrong.

You see the frown on his face and it’s hard to keep from leaning in and kissing him but it’s for the best. You can’t separate things like he can. You know that, it’s going to be hard to go back to being just his assistant. You need to put that wall back up, so he doesn’t break your heart, but you’re pretty sure that’s already happening.

When you sit down to eat, Dieter reaches for your hand but you pull it back, making him frown even more and your mom seems to notice the tension between you. “Everything okay?” Your mom asks you, her eyes full of concern as they flick between you and Dieter.

“Everything’s fine, mom.” You cut into your waffle and look up to give her a small smile. “Just didn’t sleep well and it’s hard to eat one handed.” You explain, looking around the table. “So what’s the plan for today?” You ask, wanting to take the attention off of your disaster

"Well, your aunt and uncle are arriving later. She's gonna help us with the food." They aren't actually your aunt and uncle, they are your parents' best friends who you regard as such. Dieter is wondering what they are like so he can make a good impression.

“Oh good.” Your smile brightens up and you look forward to seeing your honorary aunt and uncle. “I haven’t seen them in awhile and I know it will be good to catch up.“

Dieter smiles, "I'm excited to meet them." Your dad hums and continues reading the paper. Once breakfast is over, Dieter helps your mom clean up, telling her about his next project he's filming in Croatia. 

"You live such an exciting life. No wonder my little girl doesn't want to come home." She nudges him. Dieter smiles at her, "I will make sure she comes home more often."

You had run back upstairs to get dressed, snorting to yourself as you walk back into the kitchen. “You mean you’re going to get your own coffee or arrange your own schedule?” You pose it as a playful question but you pick up Dieter’s script changes every day and arrange for his entire life to happen smoothly, he doesn’t like you to take a Sunday off. So you can’t see him letting you come home more.

Dieter shakes his head, "I can manage. You deserve to see your family." 

Your mom tuts, "and you'll be with her of course. Maybe one day you'll be here with your kids...married." She winks at you and Dieter chuckles, "maybe. If she'd put up with me."

“Okay.” You give a small laugh and roll your eyes before you point back and forth between the two of them. “How about you two not plan out the rest of our lives, okay?” You huff playfully. “Mom will have you picking out names if you aren’t careful.”

"Alex and River. Gender neutral names because I don't want that gender reveal shit. I'm not starting a fire for that." Dieter says like he has actually thought this out and he kinda, maybe, already did this morning.

The speed in which Dieter produces those names makes you freeze. Wondering if he’s always had those in mind for real or if he’s come up with them off the top of his head. “Those are lovely names.” You can see your mom melting as she thinks about babies with those names. “You would want to be surprised? Or just not tell anyone what the baby is?” You ask Dieter, curious about things you had never thought of with him.

Dieter bites his lip, “I want to be surprised.” He admits, “plus I want to keep any family I have as private as possible. I don’t want them to grow up like I did. Surrounded by Hollywood and feeling that pressure. I’d want them to just be a kid for as long as possible and know me as daddy, not Dieter Bravo, Oscar winning actor.” He admits.

You bite your lip, understanding why he would feel that way. He was a child actor, a legacy and it had to be difficult growing up like that. “The fact that you are an actor should just be daddy’s job.” You agree, nodding. “I hate the idea of parading kids around for extra publicity and every time I see the paps hounding your pregnant co-stars and friends I want to smack them.”

“Jesus. If you were pregnant and they came for you like that? I’d probably be in jail.” He admits, knowing he’s had a temper in the past but he could really lose his mind if you or a baby were put in danger. He can see it though, having a family with you. Coming to see your parents. It’s all too real and that terrifies him but he also finally feels like he has a home and he wants to hold onto that.

Your father looks up from his paper for the first time that morning. “Good.” He grunts in approval, nodding in agreement. “I expect you to protect her when that time comes.” He says simply, making your eyes widen at the stamp of approval that he’s just given Dieter. It wasn’t if, it was when that happened. You swallow, hating that it’s not real because your father only really liked Dave but you hadn’t really brought anyone else to meet them.

Dieter is so pleased at your father’s approval, beaming at you, and he sips his coffee to smother his grin. Fuck, this feels too real. He isn’t sure how he is going to walk away after this is done when you’re back in L.A. “Baby, can I talk to-” Dieter asks about an hour later but the doorbell rings and you just look at him before you rush off to get the door.

Your father leans in, looking over at Dieter again. “She is going to be frazzled today. Why don’t you come help me get out the extra tables and get them cleaned up. Her uncle and I do that and drink some beer while the women cook and gossip.”

“Sure.” Dieter nods, standing up to wash out his coffee cup and your aunt and uncle come into the kitchen to greet your dad. 

“Guys…this is Dieter.” You introduce him and he flusters a little but puts on the charm as he greets your honorary aunt and uncle.

Your aunt appraises him suspiciously. “You have a very wild past.” She hums, narrowing her eyes as she watches him. “How did you manage to convince my sweet girl to date you? Completely not her type.”

“I have a wild past but that’s all behind me.” He promises, “she was in front of my eyes the entire time and one day, I finally realized that I’d fallen for her and for some miraculous reason, she wanted me too. The rest is history as she’s stuck with me now. She’s everything I never knew I wanted and needed.”

You feel your stomach sink, even as it twists happily. He’s such a fucking fantastic actor that you believe him. Right down to the soft expression on his face. You would swear that there is love in his eyes and it almost breaks your heart. “You can grill him later.” You promise her, shaking your head. “Right now we need to get into the kitchen.”

Dieter watches you go, his heart clenching at your hasty exit but he knows he doesn’t have control over you. With a sigh, he goes outside to help the guys set up the table from the shed and pretend like he knows something about football. Your dad seems to be okay with him and not against him so that works in his favor.

In the kitchen, you feel like you are being interrogated. "He doesn't look like Dave, doesn't look like your type." Your aunt is a wonderful person but you know that she had imagined you marrying Dave and having babies years ago. She hadn't been subtle in her questions about seeing him while you were home in years past and honestly, she was one of the reasons you had told your family you were dating Dieter. 

"That's the point." You huff, rolling your eyes. "I didn't want a man like Dave. In looks or in attitude."

"And Dieter is your type? My darling, he's just gonna get bored of you and cheat on you with some floozie. What if you are married? Pregnant? And you find out he's been cheating on you?" She asks, concerned about your future. "Men like that...they always put themselves first.”

You bite your lip, your aunt vocalizing all of your fears but you hate to hear it. “I- Dieter isn’t like his public persona.” You insist. “He’s loving, he’s vulnerable. He just wants someone to love him for who he is and not what he can do for them.” You swallow and look down at the pie filling you are mixing up. “It’s not like he’s asked me to marry him, so don’t worry about that.”

“Yet.” Your mom smiles, “I see the way he looks at you. It’s only a matter of time. He loves you. He clearly wants you to be his so I think…maybe by New Year you’ll be engaged.” She guesses and your aunt wrinkles her nose, “I’d turn him down. He isn’t ready.”

You huff and roll your eyes at your aunt. “That would be cruel. You can be engaged for a long time. And it’s not like Dieter hasn’t been married before.”

“Yeah and look how that turned out. Clearly he isn’t capable of being faithful or in a marriage. He isn’t the one for you, sweetheart. Best dump him when you get home and move on. Maybe you could move back…see Dave more often.”

“I’m not seeing Dave ever again.” You promise, annoyed that it’s always Dave. That there will never be anyone as good as Dave. “Especially after he belittled and insulted me.”

Your mom shakes her head, “he was an asshole. I don’t want her to be with someone like that. Dieter defended her. He looks after her. I like him.” Your mom smiles as she works on the gravy. “Go clean up and tell the boys that dinner will be ready soon.” She orders.

“Okay.” You move over to the sink to wash your hands and then you walk out the kitchen. When you get outside, you find Dieter and your dad wrestling with a table and your uncle wiping another one down. “Dinner’s almost ready.” You call out, smiling when Dieter’s head pops up eagerly. He’s loved the homemade food since you’ve been home.

"Yes!" Dieter exclaims, excited at the prospect of homemade food and he helps your dad and uncle carry the table into the dining room that has been cleared out for the other guests that are soon to arrive soon. Your extended family and friends. Dieter is nervous to meet the rest of your nearest and dearest but he will do what he has been doing.

You grin, shaking your head as he rushes upstairs to change into a nicer outfit for the meal. “You go get ready too.” Your mom coos, waving you out of the kitchen when you try to go back in. The pies are in the oven now, baking while the meal will be eaten. “Okay.” You climb the stairs and knock on the bedroom door, not wanting to walk in if he’s still changing.

Dieter calls out for you to enter as he buttons the shirt, standing there in his boxers. “Food nearly done? I’m starving.” He groans, watching you as you shut the door behind you. “Baby. Everything okay?” He asks when you stare at him.

You want to drool, to rub your hands over his body and touch him like you had meant to last night. Instead you shake your head. “I can’t do this anymore.” You tell him quietly. “I- it was a mistake. Telling them that you’re my- that we’re- I’m sorry.” You look away, not wanting to see the relief on his face. “I need to tell them the truth before they insist you propose and set a wedding date.”

Dieter frowns, “what? Why would you do that? It’s going so well baby.” 

You groan, “that. That’s why. That right there. You call me baby and it - it makes me feel…things.” 

Dieter chuckles, “yeah. We are - wait, good things or bad things?” He frowns, confused and his stomach twists.

​​You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter, Dieter. This is all an act for you!” You hiss quietly. “None of it is real and I just- I can’t do this!” You grab your makeup bag and the sweater you are changing into and turn around to flee, confused as to why he isn’t immediately agreeing with you. He should be relieved at being told he could go back to doing whatever he wants

Dieter moves fast, blocking you from leaving the room, and he boxes you in with his arms, his shirt hanging down. "Are you fucking serious?" He hisses, "you do realize that I came into this to do you a favor to convince your parents that I am in love with you and oh, excuse me for fucking actually doing it and wanting to be with you even though this morning you acted like last night meant nothing to you."

“You came here because you didn’t want to be alone.” You remind him, tears building up in your eyes and you shudder out a breath. “Last night was amazing but I can’t turn it on and off like you can Dieter. I’m not an actor.”

Dieter shakes his head, "it's not - I am not acting anymore. I might be a good actor but even I'm not that good." He shakes his head, "please baby. You gotta believe me because I - shit. I think I've fallen in love with you." He confesses, his eyes soft as the realization hits him, "it's real. What I feel for you is real."

Swallowing harshly, you blink back the tears, unsure of if he’s just so deep into this that he’s convinced himself it’s real or if he does love you. “Dieter, I-“ you start, your mom calling up the stairs for you to hurry up and you close your mouth, scared to say something that you can’t talk through right now. “It’s real?”

“It’s real. It’s real.” He cups your cheeks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “It’s real. I love you.” He kisses your cheek. “I love you.” He kisses your other cheek, “I don’t want to be without you.” He kisses your nose. “I love you.” He brushes his lips against yours, “it’s real.”

“It’s real.” You whisper quietly, almost to yourself. Reaching up, you cup his cheek. “I- we have a lot to talk about.” You murmur softly, “but I love you.”

Dieter grins, pressing his lips to yours. He presses you up against the door, his hands gripping your waist as he crowds you and he’s so fucking happy. He is in awe of you loving him. You’ve seen the worst of him. You’ve seen every part of him yet you still love him.

You take another moment to kiss him, even though your mother calls your name again. Pushing against his shoulders slightly. “Okay baby.” You murmur, kissing his lips once more. “We need to go back downstairs for Thanksgiving.”

Dieter pulls back, knowing you need to get downstairs. He kisses your cheek, “let’s go. I am staaaaaarvinggggg.” He draws out the word as a whine and he quickly dresses in the pants you bought for today to make a good impression on the rest of your family.

You chuckle and shake your head, deciding that you will just change your shirt here before you freshen up your hair and makeup. “We can’t have you staaaaarvingggg.” You tease with a grin.

Dieter pouts at you for making fun of him before he winks, watching you take your shirt off. He stills for a moment, just observing how beautiful you and when you fluster, he waggles his eyebrows. "Later I want dessert." He smirks, buttoning up his shirt.

​​“You had dessert last night.” It’s your turn to pout and you can’t help yourself, not when you know that he’s yours. You step over to him and cup his cock. “I want to see how you react to your assistant sucking your cock.” You purr, winking at him as you squeeze him playfully.

“Jesus.” Dieter hisses, cock twitching under your touch and he closes his eyes while he pushes your hand away so he can calm down before he makes his way downstairs to see your family.

It’s probably a little evil, giggling to yourself as you finish getting ready. Making sure you look good before you walk over to him again where he is muttering under his breath. “Ready to go eat, baby?”

Dieter nods, buckling his belt, and he takes your hand to kiss the back of it. "Let's go." He murmurs, keeping hold of your hand as he guides you downstairs to find your family gathered in the living room, crowded in and chattering away as they all catch up.

Walking downstairs with Dieter is something thrilling right now. Your fingers woven with his and your heart pounding in your chest. It’s real. Instead of this being some scene where he’s acting like your boyfriend, Dieter is actually your boyfriend. Your cunt clenches when you imagine taking him back to bed tonight and being able to fulfill some fantasies of your own.

Dieter is beaming when he is introduced to your family members. His arm wrapped around your waist as he greets your family members, smiling and he kisses your cheek every now and then. When everyone is settled down at the table, Dieter is sitting next to you and opposite your younger cousin who is eyeing him suspiciously. “So how long have you two been together?” She asks.

You squeeze Dieter’s hand and before you let go and pick up your wine glass. “Let’s see, you asked me out when you were working on ‘Blown Away’ right? So that was two and a half years ago now. No- three years. I’m thinking about the reshoots.”

Your cousin frowns, “wait. Three years ago? That - Dieter was seen with a model. Kissing her outside of the Ivy in L.A. So he cheated on you?” She narrows her eyes and everyone looks at you and Dieter with curiosity.

Shit. You had forgotten about that. You shift in your seat and plaster an uncaring look on your face, as if it’s no big deal. “We weren’t….exclusive then.” You tell her with a shrug. “We were free to do whatever. It’s okay, he didn’t- there was no- he’s not-“

Dieter wraps his arm around you. “I made mistakes at the beginning of our relationship but she forgave me and we became exclusive. She is a saint to put up with my shit.” He responds coolly, knowing this was a possibility.

“Really?” Your cousin smirks and she pulls out her phone, obviously waiting for this moment to expose something. Your stomach clenches when you see a picture of Dieter kissing someone else. It was a pap photo that looks like it was probably six months ago. They hadn’t been posted in any gossip rags so you hadn’t even thought about them. “So…..you became exclusive six months ago? Or you just cheat and pray she doesn’t find out?”

Dieter curses in his mind since he forgot about that. Usually he doesn’t give a shit if the paps get him. He swallows harshly, “I’m- that, uh- it’s not.” He stammers, making you shake your head.

“Because we aren’t really dating.” You announce quietly, humiliated and wondering why you agreed to this in the first place. “When I told you I was dating Dieter it was to get everyone off my back. I’m not moving back home and I’m not going to get back together with Dave. He broke up with me in college because he wanted to sleep with other people. Told me he could see me satisfying him for the rest of our lives.” You hadn’t told anyone the real reason for the breakup, until now. “So I just said I was dating Dieter and he’s been wonderful, pretending to be my boyfriend. Until…” you shrug slightly, unsure if it’s worth saying that you’ve fallen in love for real.

“Baby…” Dieter is shocked at your confession and he shakes his head. “No. I don’t - it’s not true.” He stands up. “She’s lying. She doesn’t - she’s trying to cover up for me because honestly? I fucked up. I didn’t realize what an amazing woman I had right in front of me for the longest time and I realize that mistake now. She’s…she’s incredible and I love her. I’m in love with her and I want -” He shifts, pulling his chair out so he can kneel down beside yours. “Baby…” He says your name, “I love you. I’m sorry it’s taken me so damn long to get my shit together but I know you and you know me…all of me. Even the ugly parts and I was so scared of getting hurt again after my ex wife and I don’t want that to happen to us. I do, however, know that you are worth the risk. It’s real. We are real. Will you marry me?” He asks, being serious as he takes your hand.

Your chin trembles as you look into his eyes. It’s real. Those words you had affirmed to each other just a little while before in your bedroom. Your other hand, the one not clinging to Dieter’s reaches out and you caress his face. “You believe this?” Your cousin snorts, but you ignore her. 

“You’ve been hurt a lot.” You tell him softly. “Used and yes, you’ve fucked up. But you are so much better than you realize. Than you want to believe. You deserve so much more.” You look down at your hands and then back up into his hopeful, pleading eyes. “Yes.” You whisper. “It’s real and I will marry you.”

Dieter grins, shifting to stand up and he leans in to kiss you, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth as he grips your hips. He is so happy, ridiculously happy, and he smiles against your mouth after your family starts to clap, all of them congratulating you except for your cousin. “I love you.” Dieter murmurs, pulling back to look at you.

“I love you too.” You promise, shooting him the happiest smile. You know that there will be plenty of questions and confusion. You will have to talk to Dieter and decide what you want your official story to be. But right now, you just want to celebrate Thanksgiving with your family and your boyfriend or fiancé - for real this time.

Dieter grins as he sits down beside you, your parents are smiling because you look happy despite your dad wanting to ask Dieter about those photos but right now, everyone celebrates your engagement as they dig into the dinner. After dinner and when everyone is in a turkey coma, Dieter takes your hand to guide you to your room, wanting to talk about everything but when he gets you alone, all he wants to do is press his lips to yours.

You grin into his kiss and push him back slightly after teasing him with a slight brush of your tongue over his lips. “Are you sure this is what you want?” You ask him quietly. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

Shaking his head, Dieter looks at you. “No. No. I won’t regret it. I promise you. I’ve done a lot of things I regret. I’ve done things that I never should’ve done. Things that will haunt me but being married to you? I couldn’t regret that. You know every part of me. The good and the bad. You are still standing here. I love you. I want you. I want you to be my wife.”

“Okay.” You know he can be impulsive but he seems to be serious right now. “Maybe we sit down with your people when we get back to L.A. to figure out how best to do this and have your lawyers draft a prenup.”

Dieter nods, knowing there’s things that need to be addressed but right now, he’s so happy. “We can do that.” His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing as he smirks. “I wouldn’t mind starting our honeymoon early.” He teases, leaning in to kiss your neck.

Dieter has always been horny, you know that, but there is something different about this. You don’t feel like it’s just the sex that he wants. “Yeah?” You wrap your arms around the back of his neck. “You want to maybe go somewhere for Christmas? Just me and you? Maybe a little cabin somewhere? I’ll pay for it.”

​​Dieter tuts, “you aren’t paying for shit. I have more money than sense.” You raise your eyebrows and he chuckles, “drugs killed a lot of brain cells baby.” He jokes and squeezes your ass again.“I want to just spend time together. Me and you. No bullshit. Just figuring out our future.” Dieter says and you smile, unable to believe that having Dieter pretend to be your boyfriend has turned into him actually becoming your fiancé. 

“Our future. I like that.” You hum and Dieter pecks your lips. 

“Me too. Mrs. Bravo.” He winks and you giggle, making his heart thump. “Now…where is the whipped cream? I want my dessert.” He waggles his eyebrows and you gasp playfully. It’s a Thanksgiving to remember. A fake relationship turned real and unbeknownst to you, it’s the beginning of many years with Dieter by your side. One of many Thanksgivings to come.

#pedro pascal #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo imagine #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo the bubble

[sturniolosugar]

DAMAGED PT. 7

pairing y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: Y/N is in a toxic relationship with her boyfriend named Gio. She meets someone named Chris and ends up in a fucked up situation. She’s fighting herself internally and struggles to try to keep her emotions and actions in check.

warnings: drinking, mentions of cheating, yelling-arguing.

pt1,pt2,pt3,pt4,pt5,pt6

this chapter is all over the place.

I walk towards Chris feeling my heart beat pound in my chest. “You have feelings for me?” I ask quietly. “Yeah I just said that” he chuckles and pulls me onto his lap. “Do you have feelings for me too?” He asks with nervousness hidden in his voice. I hesitate. “I do. I’m just scared” I respond. “Why are you scared?” He asks. “I don’t wanna be hurt again” I say. “Your the last person I would ever want to hurt. I’d rather literally die than hurt you my love. You have gave me hope for humanity & shown me that it is possible for real, genuine bonds and connections” he says while holding onto me in his lap and staring into my soul. “But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too. I’ve never been in a real relationship. But I’m ready for you. I want to commit to you. Because I want you. I need you. And only you” he says while gently rubbing his thumb in circles on my hand. Butterflies swirl in my stomach. He leans his head against mine making our foreheads press against one another. “Will you be my girlfriend y/n?” He says. “Can I be your boyfriend?” He asks softly. I hesitate once again. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears because I’m truly so fucking nervous right now. I let out a shaky breath before responding “yes”. We smile at the same time before he kisses me softly. I deepen the kiss and smile against him lips. Adrenaline runs through my entire body as we kiss making me realize this is actually happening. It’s funny how things work out. He went from beating up my boyfriend at a party the first night me and him met to becoming my next & current boyfriend. We end up watching a movie and going back to sleep in eachothers arms. I really can’t believe this is my life.

-

The next day I wake up to Chris kissing my forehead. He told me he didn’t mean to wake me up and that he was just admiring how I looked while sleeping. Sometimes I wonder how someone like him could be with someone like me. I don’t think I’ve never met anybody like him in my entire life. He doesn’t remind me of anybody. He doesn’t act like anyone I know. Which is refreshing. He’s a rare soul and I feel so grateful to experience this thing I call “life” with him. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know where I would be. He beat up Gio for me and in a way helped me realize my worth. He’s told me over and over in the past when we spent hours talking to not spend any time crying over Gio and to not waste any more time on Gio because he never deserved my love, time or energy in the first place. He was right. Sometimes one door has to close for another to open. Me and Chris spend the day going out to eat together and chilling. He took me shopping even though I begged him not to spend his money on me he refused to let me spend my money the entire day. I feel so fucking happy with him. I trust him I really do. He treats me better than anyone ever has in my entire life.

-

3 weeks later

I miss Chris. I haven’t seen him for about 5 days just because he’s been busy with family stuff he says. I’m chilling on my phone while taking a bath, scrolling on social media. I’m scrolling on instagram before I stop at a post and slide through the pictures like I normally would. It’s a girls finsta that I’ve followed since highschool. She posted a photo dump like normal. I slid through the pictures before landing on a video of her at a party. I watch the video seeing the people acting reckless in dim blue lighting in a house full of people on drugs who are all clearly all fucked up. The video continues before I look at the background of the video, I see Chris sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap smiling and talking. My heart fucking drops. Pure sadness, rage, and hurt runs cold through my veins. He lied to me. He fucking lied. He hasn’t been busy with “family stuff” he’s been going to fucking parties and is all over another girl. Cheating. Everything he said was a fucking lie. Everything he probably ever said to me was probably a fucking lie. I knew this would fucking happen. I knew he couldn’t possibly be different from any man. Tears stream down my face as I get out of the tub. I get dressed and lay down in my bed. And this is where my manic episode began.

I blast music in my room screaming and shouting the lyrics as every emotion possible fills my body. I feel every emotion from happiness to deep sadness within the span of 30 minutes. I thank myself once again for not having sex with Chris. We never had sex yet because he told me he didn’t want to rush me and that whenever I’m ready he’ll be ready. I just know that if I would of had sex with him and found out he cheated my soul would be absolutely shattered. I feel to many emotions at once right now. I need to fucking smoke. I need to drink. I need to do something. I need to feel numb. I can’t take it. I feel too deep and intense and it’s all at once. I can’t take it. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t just always being the one getting hurt and fucked over all the time. I want fucking revenge. So many thoughts run through my head before I receive a text from Chris. “Hey my love I miss you. Wyd?” The text reads. Fuck you Chris. FUCK YOU. “Do you have Matt’s number?” I reply. “Uh. Yeah. He’s my brother of course I do lol. Why?” He replies. “Can you send it to me. I need to ask him something” I reply trying not to sound suspicious. “Okay ig.” He replies before sending me Matt’s number.

I text Matt telling him that it’s me and to FaceTime me. A few short minutes go by before my phone rings. It’s Matt and I answer the call. “Matt” I say. “Yes?” He replies. “You wanna drink together?” I ask smiling. “Uh yeah we can? I can tell Chris to come pick you up when he gets back from my moms house in a bit” he says. “No- no- don’t. I want you to come pick me up. I just need to talk to you. Just you” I say. “Uhh- okay” he says in almost a nervous tone. Bingo bitch. “Come right now” I say. He agrees and we hang up the phone. I pace back in forth in my room and he arrives shortly after the call ended in my driveway. I walk out to the car smiling. “Heyyy” I say getting into the vehicle. He smiles back responding “hey”.

-

Some time has passed and me and Matt are 8 shots in. We’re sitting next to each-other in chairs at his kitchen table. “Why did you really wanna come over?” He asks curiously. “Because I like drinking with you. The party that we were all at, drinking with just you in the kitchen was one of the best parts of my night.” I respond practically lying to him and myself. The moment in the bathroom with Chris was my favorite part of that night. “Are you okay y/n? You don’t seem like yourself?” Matt asks with a concerned expression on his face. I pour another shot ignoring his question. Trying to not let myself feel guilty for what I’m about to try to do. If Chris gets to cheat on me and try to be sneaky, why can’t I? I know I’m not in the right head space right now. I know that I might regret this. But I suppress those thoughts as I take another shot. Matt watches as I slam the shot glass down on the table. I feel my phone buzz and I look down. I have 6 missed messages from Chris. I ignore it. Fuck him, he’s probably out with another girl. I can’t believe I ever took him serious. Matt takes another shot. “Matt have I ever told you that your really hot?” I say giggling before pouring another shot. “I think you should slow down on the shots y/n” he says watching as I swallow the shot of liquor I just poured. I feel my head become fuzzy. I feel numb. Which is exactly what I wanted. My phone rings. I look down and see Chris’s name as my phone rings. I ignore it.

“Matt. Why didn’t you tell me that your brother is a literal whore?” I say carelessly while pouring another shot. “What do you mean?” He asks pouring himself a shot. “He cheated on me” I say laughing before taking the shot. Matt takes the shot before his jaw drops. “What are you talking about bro? He’s deadass in love with you. He would never cheat on you” he says confused. “Yeah okay Matthew. He cheated on me. I have proof. So now I want revenge. Will you be my revenge matty ? Can I kiss you?” I say smiling and leaning forward towards him feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol. “Listen. I don’t know why you think he would cheat on you but I know him. I’ve never seen him act like this way about a girl before. He wouldn’t cheat on you dude I’m being so for real” Matt says before catching me as I lean forward, grabbing me trying to help me balance. “Matt. He doesn’t love me. He never loved me. He doesn’t care. He never cared. Just kiss me Matt.” I say leaning forward again losing sight of reality. Matt try’s catching me again as I lose balance once again and fall over making me land between his legs. I turn around so I’m not facing him, but still in between his legs as he sits on the chair. “Hold me Matt” I say feeling my emotions overwhelm me again. Chris. Chris. Chris. I need him. Where is he? Chris. Chris. Chris. He fucking cheated. Matt wraps his arms around me as I lean back against the chair and his legs trying to hold back tears. “My heart hurts Matt” I say letting my emotions take over. Tears stream down my face and I start crying uncontrollably. How could he? How could he cheat on me? How could he do this to me after he knows what Gio did to me? Matt stays silent running his fingers through my hair trying to comfort me as I just sit in between his legs and the chair bawling my eyes out.

A few seconds later the front door opens. I make eye contact with Chris and instantly start crying even harder than before. Chris’s face looks puzzled. “Matt” Chris says sternly. “Chris. It’s not what it looks like” Matt says backing away from me. “Matt. I’m gonna fucking kill you” Chris says before dropping grocery bags on the ground and starts to walk towards Matt. “Chris. I swear to god dude. I swear to god Chris it’s not what it looks like. She said you cheated on her bro” Matt says walking backwards with his hands up surrendering away from Chris as Chris continues to walk towards him. I’m still sobbing on the ground, not being able to even think properly. “The fuck did you just say?” Chris yells at Matt. “She said you fucking cheated on her bro. She said she wanted revenge and that she wanted to kiss me. She said she had proof of you cheating Chris. She came over and started drinking. She didn’t even look like herself when I picked her up. She didn’t look okay Chris. I immediately regretted letting her drink but she said that was the only thing she wanted to do in the moment. So we started drinking and now we’re here. Nothing happened between me and her, I didn’t let her kiss me and I didn’t kiss her. She started bawling because she thinks you cheated on her. She’s hurt Chris”. Matt yells back and points in my direction. I look up at Chris not being able to comprehend what’s actually happening. I look into his eyes with tears streaming down my face and watch his eyes go from dark to light again. Worry comes across his face and he quickly walks toward me picking me up off the ground. “No! No Chris! You cheated!” I yell trying to push him away. “Y/n stop! Stop! I didn’t fucking cheat on you y/n. Please stop. I’m gonna get you some water and your gonna go to sleep and we’ll talk about this when you wake up.” I black out after that.

Chris’s POV:

I hold y/n making sure she doesn’t fall. I walk her over to the couch and make sure she sits down. I grab her water and bring it back to her seeing her cry uncontrollably. My heart is fucking breaking. Why the fuck does she think I cheated on her? I would never cheat on her. Never. I sit down next to y/n and rub her back before she cry’s herself to sleep. I wish I could tell her so much right now but there’s no point when she’s in this mind state. I wish I could tell her that I’m in love with her and would never cheat on her. Not with anybody or anyone. I love her. She’s apart of my soul. Matt and I sit down on the couch next to y/n making sure she sleeps well. Me and Matt talk about the situation. “I wouldn’t of kissed her even if it was true that you cheated dude. Who do you think I am?” Matt says. “I just don’t understand why she thinks I cheated on her ” I respond back to Matt. “Talk to her about it when she wakes up” Matt says. We sit there for a couple hours watching some movies. I glance at y/n making sure shes okay every couple minutes. Nick walks in the front door and looks at y/n sleeping on the couch. “Is everything okay?” He asks. “Yeah. Everything will be okay” I reply looking down at my feet.

-

Matt and Nick are now in their rooms and I’m still sitting down by y/n on the couch. Patiently waiting for her to wake up. Some time passes before I see her body move around. I watch as she looks up at me and rubs her head groaning. She sits her self up and looks into my eyes. “I didn’t cheat y/n. I would never cheat on you love. Please show me the “proof” your talking about.” I say. She sighs and grabs her phone that I placed next to her. She comes closer and shows me a video that’s on some girls finsta page. That’s not fucking me. That’s literally Matt and the girl he’s in a situationship with. You just can’t see his tattoos because it’s in dim blue lighting and the girl is covering them by sitting on his lap. “That’s Matt mama.” I say smiling. “What?” She says looking back down at her phone in confusion. “Matt” I yell out loud. Matt comes out of his room and walks towards us. “What’s up?” He says. “Show y/n the lock screen on your phone real quick” I say smiling. Matt grabs his phone from his pocket and moves his phone in front of y/n’s face showing the picture he has on his Lock Screen. Her face drops.

y/n’s POV:

Matt shoves his phone in my face showing me his Lock Screen. My jaw drops and I cover my face in embarrassment. It’s him and the girl that was just in the video I showed Chris. I shake my head feeling so guilty. “Show Matt the video” Chris says laughing. I shake my head and show Matt the video. “Oh my god y/n that was literally last week, that party was crazy” Matt says laughing. “Ohhh that’s why you thought it was Chris. Because you can’t see my tattoos in the dim blue lighting and my girl is blocking them because she’s sitting on my lap.” He says realizing. I shake my head. What the fuck did I get myself into? I shake my head and close my eyes pulling my legs to my chest. What is wrong with me?

-

Me and Chris talked about the situation. I felt like such a fool. I can’t believe I thought he cheated on me. I can’t believe I was going to try and kiss Matt. I feel so dumb. Chris reassured me over 1000 times by now that he would never cheat on me. We go upstairs into his room and lay down while holding each-other. I don’t feel right in the head still, because of the alcohol. I need better coping skills to be honest. He runs his hands gently through my hair making me feel comfortable and safe again. I fall asleep laying against his chest.

-

It’s been 2 weeks since that situation happened. Things have been so good between us. He’s the first man that has shown me unconditional love. He shows appreciation for me everyday and my heart still flutters every-time I see him. I’m waiting to be picked up and it’s about 7 pm. Chris says he wants to hangout and see me because it’s been too long. It’s been since yesterday. But I don’t mind at all. I’m attached to him. It’s like my love for him becomes stronger and deeper everyday. I wait patiently to be picked up by him. I feel like a little girl who’s hanging out with her crush for the first time.

-

Me and Chris are in his bedroom laying down and holding each other and talking. He’s very affectionate and love’s physical touch just as much as me. “You give me a feeling that I can’t explain y/n. You make me feel at home. You make me feel at peace. I don’t wanna breathe if it’s not with you around, I don’t wanna live if I’m not with you. I need you.” He explains. “I feel the same way” I respond. “You give me a feeling that not even drugs could give me. Not drugs, not anything or anyone could give me. You are my drug mama. And your a very addicting one” He says squeezing me tighter against him. “You bring out parts of me that I didn’t even knew existed. I care so deeply for you. You are my home Chris. You could make me feel at peace even if there was nothing but chaos surrounding me” I respond. He kisses my lips softly. He runs his fingers up and down my back. “I love you Chris” I say casually. My body stiffens and freezes. Fuck. I just said I love you. Fuck. Chris kisses my lips softly again. “I love you too” he whispers into my ear.

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[five-rivers]

Flitter

AO3

For @echoghost1 and @kawaiijohn

(Also, I would love to have a better name for this fic if anyone can think of one.)

It sounded ridiculous in retrospect, but the shoes were the first sign.  

"Danny, please, we've been here for over an hour.  Pick a pair."

"I'm trying," said Danny, staring across his empire of discarded shoe boxes (he was thinking about calling it Shoelandia).  "None of them feel right."

"Of course none of them feel right," said Maddie.  "They're brand new.  You'll break them in as you wear them.  Just get the pair that feels the least off."

Danny grumbled to himself as he tried to remember which one that was.  There had been a wide one near the beginning, before the salespeople gave up on them…  There!  He lunged across a heap of boxes to secure the sadly orange shoes.  

"Great," said Maddie, clearly relieved.  "Let's go check out and you can put them on before we go out to the car."

"But–"

"If I let you wear those any longer, people will wonder if I'm neglecting you."

Danny followed her pointed finger to his reliable red shoes, which weren't that bad.

Okay, they were that bad.  Ghost hunting plus teenage growth spurts were not friendly to footwear, it seemed.  

Fine.  

.

The next sign was his skin.  As in, there was something wrong with it.  Danny didn’t like to brag, but he had pretty good skin.  It wasn’t perfect - whose was? - but he didn’t get a lot of acne and he definitely didn’t get chapped hands or whatever this was.  

Disgusted and fascinated all at once, he peeled off another thin layer of skin from the back of his hand.  

“What is this?”

“I don’t know, man,” said Tucker.  “Did you get sunburned or something?”

“No,” grumbled Danny, peeling more skin from his arm.  “I haven’t even seen the sun this week.”

“A ghost sunburn?”

“I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean,” whined Danny, rubbing the back of his hand.  The skin there felt weird.  

“No, it’s probably normal,” said Sam. “Stuff like that sometimes happens to me if I, like, get really sweaty in the pool.”  She wrinkled her nose.  “Not quite that much, though.  Please tell me you aren’t going to just leave that on the floor.”

“You know, most household dust is dead skin cells, so it’s not like-”

Sam snatched the tissue box from Danny’s bedside table and threw it at him.  “You’re disgusting.”

Danny sighed and stood up, mincing his way to the corner of the room his dustpan lived in.  

“You know, most people take their shoes off inside,” said Tucker.  

“Most people don’t live with two mad scientists.  Going barefoot is dangerous.”

“Three,” corrected Sam.  “Jazz is going into STEM, too, right?”

“My point is, if your shoes are bothering you that much, you don’t have to wear them.”

“I know, I know, but I’m trying to break them in.”  He swept up the sheets of peeled skin.  “Happy?”

“Never.”

Danny threw the tissue box back at her.  

.

The third sign… Well.  It wasn’t so much a sign as an avalanche of signs.  

.

Danny woke up sore.  Not unusual, considering his extracurriculars, but annoying.  Had he even fought a ghost yesterday?  Things had been calming down, lately.  He’d even been able to keep up with homework…  

There had been Boxy… Boxy didn't count unless he showed up more than three times.  So.  No.  He was just aching for no reason.  

Ugh.  

Puberty sucked.  

Why couldn’t he have gotten it over with in middle school like Dash and the other meatheads?

He untangled himself from his bedsheets and forced his aching feet into his house slippers.  Not the safest choice, but he didn’t want to deal with his still-new, still-orange shoes.  Eyes still half closed (it was too early to be this bright) he made his way down to the kitchen.  

"Danny!  Your hand!"

“Hwuh?  Wha?”

“Did you break a pen or something?” asked Maddie, pulling his hand up and turning it over.  

“No?” said Danny, deciding he should try to be at least slightly more awake.  He forced his eyes open and looked at his hand.  

The tips of his fingers, from his first knuckle halfway down to his second, were black, the color shading to blue and then peach before it reached his palms.  It was hard to tell with the color change, but the shape of his nails was also subtly off.  

He pulled his hand back, then raised his other one.  It was the same.  

This was some crazy ghost thing, wasn’t it?  And he’d just walked straight to his trigger-happy ghost hunting parents like someone with a death wish–

“Danny,” said Maddie, “Danny, don’t panic.  Jack, dear, can you go down to the lab and get the quarantine protocol ready?  Okay.  Danny, have you noticed any other changes?  Do you feel anything else strange?”

Danny shook his head.  He’d just woken up.  He hadn’t even noticed this.

“Really?  Nothing?  Not even body pains, soreness, that kind of thing?”

“Maybe a little,” admitted Danny.  “I thought it was just growing pains…  I don’t know what this is.”

“We might,” said Maddie, lowering her goggles.  

“Really?  You know what this is?” asked Jazz.  Danny hadn’t even noticed her in the room.  “Please tell me this isn’t because of one of your inventions.”

"Well, not exactly, but… last week, we were working with an ecto-irritant in the lab," explained Maddie.

"A what?" asked Jazz, suspicion still lacing her tone.  

"It's supposed to cause transformations in ghosts," said Maddie.  "Unexpected ones.  Hijack their shapeshifting abilities.  But it does have some impact on highly ectocontaminated people as well…"

"Ectocontaminated people?" repeated Jazz.  "Should I be worried?"

"No, you aren't nearly contaminated enough."

"Isn't that what you thought about Danny, too?"

Maddie rubbed her face.  "We'll run some tests."

"Where did you even get this, anyway?" asked Danny, hoping that would explain at least some of… everything.  

"Vladdie!" said Jack, coming back up the stairs.  “We were testing it for him!”

Wow.  That really did explain everything.  Screw Vlad.  

"Well, one of his R&D labs developed it.  They wanted to use it as a ghost repellant.  He asked us to do some independent tests, first, but if it does this to regular people like Danny…"

Yes, that was totally what Danny was.  Absolutely regular.  No ghost powers here.  

Maddie shook her head and turned to Jack.  “Do you have the quarantine set up?”

“Sure do!” said Jack.  “Come on down, Danno, we’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy!”

“It… might be a little longer than that,” said Maddie, putting her hand on Danny’s back and steering him towards the door down into the lab.  

“But you do know how to undo this, right?” asked Danny.  

“Well, in theory,” said Maddie.  “It wasn’t something we were really interested in when we were testing it on ghosts.”

Of course it wasn’t.

“Do you at least know what it’s transforming him into?” asked Jazz, following them down into the lab, her breakfast thoroughly abandoned.  

“That’d be the other reason we were going to advise Vladdie against it!”

“What, you don’t know?” asked Jazz, aghast.

“Nope!  Seemed pretty random!  Half the time, we got these fluffy little blobs, and the rest of the time they turned into real monsters!  Not good for a repellant at all!”

“Great,” said Danny.  “Love knowing that I’ll either turn into a blob or a monster.  Really love that for me.”

Maddie squeezed Danny’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out before then.”

Danny had doubts.

.

Beyond the persistent ache, whatever was happening to Danny didn’t really hurt.  Which was good!  Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t want it to hurt.  But if it did hurt, it might have been easier to tell what was changing.  

Right now, it was mostly his family members noticing things, not him.  Jack had gotten the full length mirror from the master bathroom, so he could, in theory, help that way.  Just staring at himself in a mirror looking for problems seemed kind of messed up, though, and he was, maybe just a little, still in denial.  

The stain on his fingers was also on his toes, creeping halfway up his foot.  His parents were still looking at x-rays of them, arguing about whether or not their structure had been changed.  Danny wasn’t sure, but he felt like both his fingers and toes were longer.  

The blackened skin was also hardening into something almost chitinous and fusing to his nails at the tips.  It made him feel like he should put a toothpick under his nails to clean them out.  

But it also felt weirdly satisfying to drum his newly-hardened fingers against things.  

“Time for the blood test!” exclaimed Jack, making Danny flinch.  “Gotta see how much of the irritant is in you!”

“Right,” said Danny, smiling nervously.  “Gotta see that.”

Jack faltered.  “Oh, Danno, your teeth…”

Danny raised his hand to his mouth.  Yep.  He had teeth.  Specifically, he had canines that were almost twice as long as usual and felt sharp even through his toughened skin.  

“Let’s… let’s get that blood draw done, okay, sport?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, also shaken.  He hadn’t noticed. That was in his mouth and he hadn’t noticed.  

Jack carefully cleaned a spot inside Danne’s elbow with an alcohol wipe and slid in the slender needle.  “Don’t feel lightheaded or anything, do you?”

“Nope,” said Danny.  It would take a lot more than that to make him feel lightheaded.  

“That’s good.”  He withdrew the needle.  “Okay!  Half for the centrifuge, half for the microscope!”

“Don’t forget the test strips!” said Maddie.  

“Oh, yeah!”

Danny returned to angstily zoning out, this time tapping his fingers against his teeth.  Then the centrifuge started up.  

It sounded like an ice pick driven through his brain.  He shrieked and covered his ears.  

“Danny?!”

“It’s too loud!”

Someone shut off the centrifuge.  Cautiously, he removed his hands from his ears.  

“Okay,” said Maddie.  “Okay.  Let’s… take a look at your ears.  Jazz, can you get the noise canceling headphones?  The ones you got me for Christmas last year?”

“Sure,” said Jazz.  

As Maddie went through a number of hearing tests that Danny did his best to cooperate with, the brightness of the lab’s overhead lights rapidly climbed to ‘unbearable.’

“Your eyes, too?” asked Maddie.  

Danny moaned in response.  

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, brushing some of his hair back behind his ear.  It tickled.  His ear flicked.  He decided not to think too deeply about that.  “Here, Jazz has the headphones… Why don’t you take a nap for now?  We’ll wake you up if anything else big changes, or if we find anything out, okay?”

“Okay,” said Danny.  “Not much else to do if I’m sitting with my eyes closed and my ears plugged, I guess.”

“It’s going to be alright,” said Maddie.  “We’ll probably have everything worked out before you know it.”

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Danny woke up to the vague sense of someone moving around near him.  

“Hm?” he said, sleepily.

“Don’t worry, Danno!” said Jack in an exaggerated whisper.  “I’m just bunking down here with you tonight!  Jazzy thought that, eh, we needed a break.”

“Mm,” said Danny, opening his eyes just a sliver to see Jack setting up one of the Fenton Folda-Cots nearby.  He sat up and stretched.  His spine felt… different.  Good.  Like it fit together different, better.  

“Oh, you don’t need to get up, Danny, I’ve got this handled,” said Jack, rearranging his bedding.  

“Mm,” said Danny again.  He opened his mouth to ask what had happened while he’d been asleep and got distracted by how long his canines felt now.  

Concerned, he raised his hands to feel out his face.  There were two hard little bumps right at his hairline that curved upward.  Was he growing horns?  He put the question to the side and brought his hands sideways to his ears, questing under the noise canceling headphones.  They were long, droopy, pointed and fuzzy.  

Somehow, Danny didn’t think this was what Tucker meant when he said that someday he’d turn Danny into a furry.  

He started patting himself down.  Were those scales on his shoulders?  No, no, don’t think about it.  Further…

That was a tail.  A long tail.  It was fluffy.  It was… the change he had felt with his spine, darn it.  

So much for waking him up for big changes.  

“Danny?  Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not,” Danny said.  Tried to say.  His mouth went through the motions, but all that came out of his throat was a series of chirps.  He started to shake, but before he could work himself up too much, Jack pulled him into a hug.  

“It’s going to be okay, Danno,” he said, patting Danny’s back.  “Just take a deep breath.  Everything will be better in the morning.”

Danny snuggled closer, taking in the warmth.  Something in his chest that had not been there that morning began to purr.  

If this ecto-irritant thing was turning him into some kind of messed up cat, Danny was going to murder Vlad.  

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Things were not better in the morning.  In fact, they were worse.  Not in that his body had changed more in the night (which it had.  He’d woken up with patchy black and white markings all over his body, ears too large to fit under the noise canceling headphones, and the beginnings of extra limbs growing under his arms), but in that Vlad had decided to show up.  After Jazz had already gone to school, too.  

“When I heard what had happened to young Daniel I just had to come,” said Vlad.  “I’ve brought all the research from the development team, of course, and I want to offer my own expertise.”

“Great!” said Jack.  “With your help, we should fix this in record time!”

Somehow, Danny doubted that.  He was tempted to flip Vlad off while Jack’s back was turned and Maddie was focused on the research, but that would require moving and growing extra limbs was exhausting.

“I certainly hope so.  I would hate to have this progress any further.”

Translation: Vlad would love to have it progress further and he knew exactly what it was progressing to.  

“But I believe that between the three of us and Daniel’s cooperation, we can overcome this.”

Translation: Vlad wanted something from Danny.  

A siren went off upstairs.

“Oh, my,” said Vlad.  “Is that the mayoral ghost alert hotline?  You’d better go answer it.”

What the heck?  They still had that?

“But Danny–”

“I can keep an eye on him and compare my research to what you’ve already done,” said Vlad.  “You should go.  There may be lives at stake with an evil ghost running loose.”

“This is the first time they’ve called, Mads,” said Jack.  “We should at least see what kind of ghost it is.”

“Oh, alright,” said Maddie.  “But call us if anything - and I do mean anything! - changes.”

“Of course, Maddie,” said Vlad, smoothly.

Danny watched nervously as his parents both ran upstairs, leaving him alone with his archnemesis.  

“So,” said Vlad, “you’re probably wondering what I want.”

Danny turned away.  

“I understand that you think your parents will find a solution,” said Vlad, conversationally.  “So.  You could listen to me… or I could stage a ghost attack that will destroy every last bit of research they have on your transformation and the ‘ecto-irritant.’”

Danny jumped to his feet - and was immediately knocked down by one of Vlad’s duplicates and held there, too weak to do anything else.  He tried to call up his ghost form, but he just didn’t have the energy.  

“It would be easy.  So you could listen.  Or not.”

Danny glared up at him.  

“Good.  It seems like you’re listening.  As you might imagine, I know how to fix your little problem.  In exchange, I only want one thing.”

Danny made the best questioning sound he could, under the circumstances.  Vlad smirked.  

“I wish for you to accompany me to an event I’ve been invited to, as an attendant.”

He could not be serious.  

“Oh, I’m quite serious.  This isn’t a human event, after all, and your appearance is part of the dress code.”  Vlad hummed.  “You’re confused.  I can see it on your face.”

No duh.  Because everything Vlad said was mental.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the Fey?  Fairies?  The Fair Folk?  Hm?  Don’t give me that look.  I know that you’ve personally fought unicorns.”

Yeah, and they were bloodthirsty monsters.  What was Vlad’s point?

“The Infinite Realms are infinite, Daniel.  I would quote the Shakespere, but you’re no Horatio, and I know you’re failing English.”

Screw him.  Danny had met Shakespere, and he’d seen Hamlet performed by ghosts.

“The Fey are quite real, in any case, and they have certain social standards.  Persons of high rank are expected to have appropriate garb, weaponry, servants…”  He trailed off, looking significantly at Danny.  

He had to be kidding.  

But Vlad wasn’t looking at him, and therefore was not given the benefit of the full force of the most incredulous expression he could muster.  Instead, Vlad was opening his briefcase and pulling out a tablet.  He turned it on and showed it to Danny.  

There was a picture on the screen of a roughly humanoid creature with bright pink skin, large dark eyes, four arms, a furry, fluffy tail longer than it was tall, fuzzy moth-like wings, fern-shaped antennae, and long, soft-looking ears.  The image didn’t give any scale, but it felt small, with disproportionately large head, feet, and hands.  Their hands and feet were covered in black.  

“This is what the higher-class servants look like.  Look familiar?” 

Vlad’s stupid face was so smug Danny would bet that there was a smugness shortage somewhere else in the world.  

“You wouldn’t have to do much beyond follow my instructions and remain at my side while there.  The event is only a few nights long.  I’ll be back in a few days to pick you up - in a way that will keep your parents from guessing anything, of course - once you’re done getting ready.”  Another, smugger, grin spread over Vlad’s face.  “You can decide whether or not to cooperate then, but I urge you to do so.  After all, I doubt you want to be stuck like this forever.”  He stood up and two more duplicates materialized behind him.  “Now, I have a ghost attack to stage.”

.

Danny’s parents completely bought Vlad’s ghost attack story because, well, it had been a ghost attack.  Technically.  The ghost was just Vlad.  And they were terrible at charades.  

Okay, maybe Danny was terrible at charades, too, but come on.  He deserved a break.  It wasn’t like he was getting one in anything else.  

The scales on his shoulders were developing into wings.  His tail was getting longer and fluffier.  The hard, black, nail-like substance on his fingers and feet was creeping upward to his wrists and ankles.  His second set of arms was getting bigger, longer.  His teeth were getting sharper.  What was left of his voice was gone, replaced by something that quietly chirped and purred deep in his chest.  The ‘horns’ on his head were growing into fuzzy antennae.  His hearing and sight were so oversensitive he wanted to just burrow into a pile of blankets and stay there.  He was shrinking.  

His parents were beside themselves.  And they kept having to go take care of minor ghost attacks.  

He wrapped his tail around him and curled deeper into his blankets.  This transformation business was exhausting.  Or maybe it was just that what he was getting turned into that was exhausting.  

He looked at the mirror.  He looked awful.  Sick.  The domino-mask black streak across his eyes didn’t help with that impression.

He was going to have to take Vlad up on his offer.

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“It’s really quite remarkable, the system the Fey have,” pontificated Vlad after he had ‘extracted’ Danny from the lab.  “Their various castes are perfectly suited for their assigned tasks.  They’re designed that way.  Born that way, usually.  For example, the form that you yourself are taking at the moment?  A perfect servant for the High Fey.  Many hands to work and hold and serve, wings, to ensure they can follow everywhere, sharp eyes the better to see things that need to be cleaned or repaired, sharp ears the better to hear orders, attractive enough to be decorative, but not distracting.”

First off: Ew.  Secondly: Vlad really liked to hear the sound of his own voice, didn’t he?

“Antennae,” continued Vlad, “to ensure harmonious movement with other servants.  Now, the High Fey, who I most resemble…”

Danny tuned him out, instead choosing to watch the green clouds of the Ghost Zone roll by.  The way they were traveling was actually pretty interesting.  Vlad had gotten a chariot somewhere and hooked it up to his flying goon squad, AKA the inexplicably yiddish vultures.  

They were flying in a direction Danny had never been in before.  The islands and doors they were passing were new, strange.  Floating trees and strange stone circles dominated the ecto-scape.  As they continued, they tended to floating forests and island-hills with formations of standing stones.  

Vlad, meanwhile, continued talking.  

“... of course, animal servants are considered gauche - too human, too mortal.  And the farmer caste is entirely different…”

Danny tuned him out again.  

A great mountain was rising up out of the trees around them, its sides gray and silvery.  There was a circular hole in its face, the edges of it studded with slabs like the ones he’d seen earlier in the standing-stone circles.

They looked like teeth.

The chariot flew right through them.  

On the other side was light - but this light didn’t hurt his eyes.  There was no sun in the sky, only a moon floating over a twilight purple-blue backdrop.  Green lawns stretched in all directions, stopping against tall, green trees and the glittering walls of a literal fairy-tale castle.  

Other chariots were sweeping down to the drive of the castle, tall, colorful beings fluttering out of them, escorted by shorter fluttering beings.  

Like Danny.  

There was a buzzing– No, not quite a buzzing, but what else could he call it? – in… in Danny’s antennae.  He rubbed their bases, wary of directly touching the delicate fronds.  

“Don’t fight it,” said Vlad, jovially.  “After all, you aren’t trained as a servant.  You’ll need all the help you can get.”

Danny glared at him, but the expression was unusually hard to form.  

“See?  At this point, you would usually be calling me names.  Lovely, isn’t it, that you can’t?  No way for careless servants to make unwise deals or spread secrets with loose lips - their loyalty is reserved for their High Fey lords.”

Vlad really, really liked the sound of his own voice.  

If this worked on fairytale rules like Vlad was suggesting, he was screwed.  

His head felt really weird.  

The chariot landed, and Danny jumped out, not even quite thinking about what he was doing, and swung around to Vlad’s door, opening it so Vlad could step out, his even-flashier-than-usual cape billowing behind him.  

“Very good, Daniel.  See?  Keep things up, and I’ll make sure you get back to your… admittedly less-useful regular body.”

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Danny padded behind Vlad, hating how tall everything here was and how short he himself was like this.  He’d earned his five-foot-five stature with a lot of hard work!  Right now, he wasn’t sure how tall he was, but he felt that it was closer to four feet than five.  

It was not a great feeling.  

He really didn’t like this.  

He stayed close.  Rather, he stayed at the distance the little itch in the back of his head told him was appropriate.  Meanwhile, Vlad smarmed about with literally sparkling people.  They were all so tall, with inhumanly sharp features and wings far more colorful and varied than Danny’s or those of his fellow servants.  

Fellow servants.  

He folded his hands behind him as well as he could, given his wings.  This was temporary.  It was.  

And then one of the tall people was right in front of him, fingers under his chin, tipping his head up, examining him with many-colored eyes, tilting his head back and forth.  He took a step back.  

The person - the fey? - turned to say something to Vlad.  Their voice sounded like it was underwater.  Meanwhile, a small servant with the same coloration as the person talking to Vlad stepped forward and regarded Danny curiously.  

They were a solid two inches taller than Danny right now.  He turned his head away.  The other servant stepped into his field of view again, and the feeling of being observed redoubled.  

“Daniel,” said Vlad sharply.  

Danny hurried to follow him.  

“Now, you see,” said Vlad, to the small group of fey he had gathered around himself, “I am more than capable, and I can serve as your link to the human world.  We can bring in materials, performers, art, artists… anything you can think of.”

Some of the fey nodded.  Others looked dubious.  

“And at whose discretion would you direct these imports?” asked one.  

Danny blinked, somehow surprised he could understand this fey when he… when he couldn’t understand any of the others.  

He really didn’t like this.  

He liked it even less when the fey made eye contact with him.  

“At the discretion of whoever secured my services,” said Vlad, “and the high king, of course.  With, perhaps, a few scruples for myself.”  He raised his glass.  

“Very well,” said the fey.  “I shall sponsor you, as you say.  But one gift must be exchanged for another.”

“Anything in my possession that I can– Daniel, stop that at once!”  Danny dropped Vlad’s cape and shook his head vehemently.  That was a bad kind of promise to make.  Especially when it could be argued that Danny was in his possession.  

“Perhaps I could take that unruly servant off your hands.”

“Ah,” said Vlad, getting a clue.  “Perhaps not.  Might the gift be your first delivery instead?”

The fey hummed.  “Perhaps.  We have much to discuss.”  

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“I suppose you were not a terrible servant tonight,” said Vlad as they flew away in the chariot.  “Are you sure you don’t want to practice a little longer?”

Danny tried to scowl at him, but it was becoming harder and harder to make any expression that wasn’t neutral and pleasant.  Apparently, his transformation hadn’t quite been finished yet.  

“I suppose I should tell you how to reverse your transformation,” said Vlad.  “But it will be so much more fun to show you.”

What did that mean?

A duplicate appeared behind Danny, grabbed the wings he was only just beginning to get used to, and severed them with a sharp-edged ecto-construct.  

Danny shrieked.  

Because he could shriek.  The transformation that had taken days, gone in a moment.

“See?” said Vlad.  “Easy.”

“What the heck, you jerk!”

“Tut tut tut–”

“Who even says that–”

“If you want to get home safely, you should reconsider attacking me.  I am the one who knows how to get back.”

Danny sat down in a huff.  

“Now, let’s start discussing the cover story we will tell your parents about our adventures, hm?”

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023

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THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), violence, death, canon typical violence the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, weapons, not sure what else

For the first time since the games started, laughter and chatter fills the air as we continue hiking up the mountain. It’s slowly getting steeper and I can tell we’re getting close to the top. It seems as though there are no more tributes on the island, which is weird as Alvise has seen most of them escape to this one. Maybe they were on the other side of the island or had moved on to the other ones. 

My lips are chapped and my throat is itching for water which I try my best to ignore, not wanting to slow the rest of the pack down. The sun is shining relentlessly on us despite it not even being midday yet, still, we continue hiking up the mountain. 

“Can someone climb up the tree and check where on the island we are?” Alvise sighs as he looks around, “maybe it’s time we went to the other side.”

“I will,” the words leave my mouth without permission or hesitation and it doesn’t take me long to realise what I have put myself in. “The others must be on the other side or maybe they’ve escaped to the other islands,” I continue saying, trying to mask my annoyance with myself as I prepare to scale the tree.

I’m perched on the branch like a hawk as I look around the arena. So this must be what it’s like to be a bird in the arena. I can see the island with the Cornucopia and the other surrounding islands– three to be exact. The other islands are all slightly different from one another– the one towards our left has meadows of flowers followed by huge hills, the one directly opposite of us has a huge mountain which peak can be seen even from here as it buries itself in the clouds, the one to our right has caves and forests. Each one of them seems to have their own benefits and dangers which haven’t been revealed yet, although the list of the potential dangers seem to be endless. I turn my head to look behind me, the rest of the island seems undiscovered but it also seems like a great place for hiding. 

“See anything?” Briar shouts. 

“No!” I shout back before climbing back down, “the rest of the island is worth exploring, though, let’s head west.”

Alvise nods and we switch directions, continuing to make our way through the woods. I’m starting to wonder when the gamemakers will throw in some twists and turns as they always do whenever the games are getting boring and now seems to be a perfect time. Briar is still in a good mood, her recent kill seemingly giving her a serotonin boost which has brought her on a high. 

The heat is horrible as we hike through the woods although, thankfully, it doesn’t get steeper. We’re on a downhill path, almost as if we’re about to return back to shore but I don’t question where Briar and Chase are leading us to as Alvise seems to have given up on keeping them to whatever plan he had. I’m starting to feel tired and weak for no reason but continue pushing on, following their lead as I walk in front of Gill who keeps a watchful eye on me. It starts to feel like forever since we had started going in an opposite direction and now silence falls upon all of us except for Briar who is still buzzing from this morning. 

Then, in the distance, the rustling of leaves can be heard and all of our attention is immediately averted towards the direction. We stay still momentarily and become quiet, trying to figure out if it was one of us or if there was another tribute present. 

“There!” Giselle shouts, sprinting as fast as she can towards the left. 

We all follow behind her, running as fast as we can. Eventually, we spot the tribute– a boy with dark brown hair who’s attempting to outrun Giselle. He’s carrying a small dagger in his hands as he runs downhill, occasionally turning around to look at us as we chase him through the forest. 

“Come here, you menace!” Giselle shouts, eventually managing to catch hold of his hood and pulls him violently, causing him to slam loudly against the forest floor. 

He scrambles to get up, barely managing to get out of Giselle’s grasp as he turns to all of us, holding his dagger as tightly as possible. “You’re all monsters! All of you!” He shouts, taking small steps backwards as Giselle and the others start to close in on him. I'm still at the back of the pack so I don’t do much except grab one of my knives just in case he chooses to attack.

“Monsters?” Giselle asks, looking back at us amused.

“Yes!” He shouts, “monsters! All of you! It’s pathetic–”

I’ll never get to finish hearing what he has to say as Giselle slashes her sword at him causing him to flinch in shock. I manage to take a look at the damage– a deep, dark cut across his leg as blood slowly seeps out of it. Terror crosses his face now as he hisses in pain, immediately setting off in a weak limp, running as fast as he possibly can with his injury. 

“Pathetic?” Giselle repeats before letting out a sarcastic laugh, running after him, “why don’t you say that again? Go on! What were you going to say?” ‘Stay away from me’ are the last words we hear before Giselle runs back towards us, rolling her eyes in annoyance. She mumbles something along the lines of ‘he’ll rot off on his own’ and how stupid he is.

“May the fittest survive,” Gill jokes as we walk down the hill. “Come on, let’s head to the other islands.”

“Yeah,” Chase nods in agreement, “not much left on this one.”

We make our way down the hill and to the shore of the island, looking around for any more tributes but don’t spot any– I have no idea where the boy Giselle had slashed is, but surely he was somewhere on the island. I squint my eyes as we step into shore, using my hand to shield my eyes from the relentless sun as I scan my surroundings and look out into the distance. The water looks welcoming as it shimmers under the reflection of the harsh light. “Where to?” I ask as I take off my jacket and pants so they wouldn’t weigh me down in the water. 

As of now, the combination of a wetsuit, pants and a jacket alongside leather boots seem not only excessive but also awful. However, it also gives me a hint that there’s more to the islands and the games itself than it seems. I manage to tie my boots to the handle of my bag and I’ve never felt as comfortable as I do now with my feet against the sand despite the fact that it’s burning hot. 

“Let’s go to the one on the left, the one with the flowers,” Briar says, pointing towards the left although Alvise shakes his head in disagreement. 

“They could be Mutts,” he tries to reason, “like in the second Quarter Quell, remember?” 

Briar sighs in agreement, throwing up both of her hands in defeat. “Whatever you say,” she rolls her eyes as she takes off her jacket. 

“On the bright side, there’s a higher chance that there are tributes hiding there,” Giselle tries to point out the positives to Briar which seems to cheer her up. It’s odd to me how much joy they receive from the mere idea of being able to take out more tributes but I brush it off. It’s about time I get used to it.

My body relaxes as I plunge into the cold water, letting out a sigh of relief as I kick my legs to stay afloat as I close my eyes for a couple seconds, wading in the water. It feels just like home, although I know it isn’t. As much as I want this to all be a terrible dream and to wake up on the day of the reaping again, I know it isn’t, so I open my eyes and start swimming to the other island. 

“I’ve missed this,” I hear Gill say as I turn my head around to where his voice is coming from. He smiles at me before splashing some water my way.

“Hey!” I groan, splashing water back at him as he lets out a laugh. 

“Come on, Oceana!” Gill is smiling, “enjoy it while you can! I know you miss the ocean.”

I have no choice but to accept that he is right. I do miss the ocean and I do miss home more than anything. More importantly, I miss being only thirteen. 

I nod my head, giving him a final splash before climbing onto shore of the unfamiliar island. I sit down on the sand, and turn behind me to admire and scan through the huge caves and hills of trees and wilderness which awaits us. As beautiful as it is, I can’t help but wonder what the island really was– what kind of Mutts or traps the Gamemakers have created. I put on my jacket and the rest of my clothing, despite my soaked wetsuit. Alvise walks around the shore and Giselle climbs the rocks nearby in an attempt to get a better view of the forest on top. 

“The cave will be useful, at least,” Briar comments, walking past me as she puts her jacket on. “Come on, Oceana!” She smiles at me as she takes my hand when I stand up. I’m not sure why she is so nice to me, and though I have every right to question it, I don’t. I smile back at her as I follow the rest of the group up towards the forest.

I doubt I can classify what I’m doing as hiking as it’s more of rock climbing without any safety equipment whatsoever as we take the fastest route up to the forest. I pull myself up and manage to safely land back on my feet where lush green trees and bushes lie ahead of us. We’re all unsure as to what to do or where to go as we gaze at the forest in front of us that is so beautiful it almost seems mystical. The leaves are painted in shades of green, flowers and berries adorning the lush bushes and trees as butterflies and birds fly by. This seems like the perfect location to place a variety of Mutts so I’m more wary of my surroundings as I follow Chase who is now leading the way. 

“Does anyone have any idea on what to do other than try to find tributes?” Chase asks, looking back at us.

“We could stay low,” Alvise suggests.

“And what good would that do?” Briar laughs, “come on, there has to be tributes somewhere here! It’ll be easier to just hunt them down and finish them off, besides what chance do they really have?”

“They’re nothing compared to us,” I say, smiling as I hope she buys my act although I know that both of us have a valid point.

A wide smile spreads across her face as she puts her arm around my shoulder, bringing me close to her. “Giselle and you are the only decent ones in this pack,” she says before shaking her head at Alvise who is giving her a glare. “What? It’s true!” She says, skipping over to Chase who is carefully examining the different paths we could possibly take. “So, where to?”

“Let’s just travel straight ahead and see where we go from there,” he shrugs and we set off again. 

I’m secretly thankful for the fact that this hill isn’t nearly as steep as the previous one and that at least I have nice views around me to admire so the hike isn’t nearly as boring as it actually is. Briar and Giselle are still buzzing, talking to one another excitedly with the occasional chime in from the others. I’m not sure what to say, so I just stay silent.

“Pathetic!” Giselle repeats what the tribute had said to us, her voice now high pitched in a childish manner, “monsters!” She rolls her eyes and clears his throat. “The only pathetic one is him as he rots off.”

“Why didn’t you just finish him off?” Chase asks, turning his head back to look at Giselle. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” She replies, “make him suffer for a while before he dies, that should teach him a lesson as well.”

Their joyful laughing and conversations continue as if what she had said was perfectly normal although I’m starting to get used to it. 

My throat is still itching for water and my head is pounding as I slow down a little– and although the sun is shielded from us by the trees, I’m still feeling weak and tired. My feet feel heavy and I have the urge to sit down although I keep going; by now, I’m far behind the others. “Gill,” I manage to call out and he turns his head around and immediately runs towards me, shouting for the others to stop. My head is spinning now as I try my best to make my way to the group. 

“Oceana, are you okay?” He shouts back, “you don’t look too good.” His voice is now soft as he puts his hand on my back.

“Not really,” I reply honestly. That’s the last thing I remember saying before I’m on the forest floor surrounded by concerned faces. “What happened?”

author's note: TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND, SHE'S BACKKKKKKKKK!! hello dear readers, first of all, thank you for making it all the way down here, secondly, IM SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES! life has just been crazy and i haven't been able to really produce anything of good quality until today, but with that said, at least my writing momentum is back and i can't wait to continue writing this book (it's my baby) :)) once again, if you like this, please consider commenting and/or reblogging! it'll mean the world and as always, constructive criticism is always welcomed!

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[selfdestructivecat]

I’ve seen quite a few posts in response to Thomas’ recent video, specifically his year in review. In this video, he discusses the setbacks he’s faced the past few years — such as the quarantine, Joan’s departure, and his own personal doubts and insecurities — and how they impacted the production of Sanders Sides.

And I truly sympathize with him. No, seriously! It’s already difficult to create something this big almost entirely on your own, but I’m sure this year only made things even more difficult. I know I’ve definitely felt insecure to the point of feeling sick when it came to things I created, so I can empathize with the enormous amount pressure he must be feeling.

However, many posts I’ve seen following this video are saying things along the lines of “If people still criticize Thomas after this video, then I’m going to lose it” or “Not that people who criticize Thomas even care, but Thomas really struggled this year. I’m with him all the way!”, or even “I bet SaSi critics will still demand the finale even after this. I doubt they’ll even watch the video!”

I want to clarify that this is obviously not everyone who doesn’t like ts criticism. People who block criticism blogs and/or the tag, who ignore criticism in general, or who feel upset when they see criticism of something they love: this is not about you. You are absolutely valid and entitled to feeling the way you do, and I hope you have a lovely day. Feel free to block me if that would be good for your mental health. Please take care of yourself. /gen

But to those vocally condemning ts critics, I want to make several things clear.

First of all, you are lumping everyone who criticizes the show in with people who demand the finale with no regard for Thomas’ well-being, for the well-being of his crew, and for basic common sense. While many people are upset that the finale isn’t out yet, we aren’t specifically mad that we don’t have a completed video to watch; rather, we are frustrated with what this says about the SaSi crew, their work ethic, and how they treat fans of the show.

We aren’t upset that we can’t watch the finale right now. We are upset that we’ve gotten very few updates about the show during this period between canon episodes. This video provided wonderful insight into why the finale has been delayed, and we would have loved something like this years ago. Obviously it didn’t have to be a 20 minute video, but maybe a Twitter thread? Something small that made us feel heard?

Hell, even announcing an official hiatus would have satisfied the vast majority of critics (myself included), instead of throwing SaSi into this limbo of “Oh it’s going to be finished this year, we promise- oh whoops, never mind! Next year for sure!” It’s been a constant chain of broken promises, and we were more than happy to give the crew some grace the first few times, but after a while, a repeated mistake becomes a pattern. And this pattern is not pretty.

We are upset that the crew seems incredibly disorganized (going back to the lack of updates, and of course taking into account how we haven’t gotten even a single part of the finale in five years), which could affect the quality of this series we all love so dearly. beauty-and-passion has spoken about this a lot (and is a lot more eloquent than me lmao, please go check out their stuff!) The most recent Christmas video seems to demonstrate that the series may be on the right track, and I will admit I was wrong in regards to this video, but the Inside Out video is a mess in so many ways. Even if this doesn’t prove a decline in quality, it certainly indicates a lack of consistency, which can be just as damning for a series.

We are upset that, while SaSi is in this limbo, Thomas seems to have been focusing on his other projects without telling us about this change in priority. He is welcome to pursue other projects, obviously. I’m thrilled that he is having fun with Roleslaying with Roman and My Roommate is Hades. But these new projects have come at the cost of Sanders Sides content, which also points towards a lack of organization. Some clarity towards which projects Thomas chooses to focus on would have been wonderful and greatly appreciated, so that we know not to expect something we won’t receive. And hey, maybe if we knew not to expect SaSi content until much later, maybe we wouldn’t have been constantly asking why we weren’t receiving SaSi content?

(And this is not an excuse for aggressively demanding content, obviously. But I feel like people who are confused and frustrated at not receiving something promised to them are justified in these feelings.)

And maybe we’re jumping to conclusions in many regards. I won’t pretend that we are prophets who can peer into Thomas’ mind and know what he’s thinking and feeling at all times. But it’s pretty damn difficult to say that NONE of the above could suggest that Sanders Sides isn’t held in the same regard as it once was. Hell, Thomas even admits in the video that he doesn’t feel as connected with these characters as he once did.

Second, many people attacking critics are also quick to drag their character. We are impatient, greedy, selfish, and cruel. We don’t care about Thomas; we only care about the end product! More Sanders Sides at any cost! We don’t like critical thinking, since we obviously didn’t watch the video; we only want to find mean things to say about Thomas and the show! We don’t like engaging in civil debate with our fellow Fanders who may disagree with our opinions; we only want to make other people feel bad, and to make others hate the show, too!

Well, guess what? You’re doing to us exactly what you think we’re doing to Thomas: you’re assuming the absolute worst of us and looking for any reason to drag us down.

We are critics. We analyze media (media that we love, mind you) and we acknowledge that it isn’t perfect, that the creators aren’t perfect, and we point it out. But we still love it anyway, because to truly love something is to love it with its flaws, to know that it could be better, to brainstorm how it could reach its true potential, and to keep doing so because you believe in this potential.

We aren’t trying to take away the joy you feel from Sanders Sides. So please don’t try to take away ours.

#ts criticism #ts critical #sanders sides criticism #my ramblings

[liberty-barnes]

And They Lived Happily Ever After

Epilogue of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and Tom Holland get their happily ever after. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: uuh the end there got a bit on the steamy side so just some nice like snogging and plenty mentions of honeymoon sex and nudity, but otherwise you’re good, switching POVs so you’ll get to see everyone appreciating their love, and you’ll get to see the ceremony from so many people’s eyes, including some you haven’t seen yet ;)

Word Count: 3.4k words

Estimated Reading Time: 15 minutes

A/N: I’m not crying, you’re crying, shut up. This is a really emotional moment for me. My second series is finally over!! I started this accidentally, and it took me ages to finish, but I don’t regret a single second of it. It brought me so much happiness, and I loved reading your thoughts and comments as time went on. I only hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Just wanna send a million thank you’s to @the-girl-in-the-chair for being my test person and the one I could always talk to when it comes to this series, I love you so much Lana, you’re the beeest

I was picturing this dress (mostly cause it has pocketssss) so if you want a visual, here you go)

Also very important: the vows in this were inspired by the PA Series on AO3 and honestly check it out cause it’s just awesome and those are my relationship goals right there

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“Alright, sweetheart, deep breaths, everything’s gonna be alright.”

She follows her mother’s instructions, taking in shaky gulps of air.

Breathe in, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

Breathe out, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

“Feeling better?”

She nods slowly, then immediately shakes her head.

“No, this is a disaster!”

Blake finally gives up on keeping her dress unwrinkled, sitting down on the floor next to her.

“Angel, everything’s gonna be alright, I don’t even know why you’re freaking out so much. You’re marrying your best friend. You two love each other so much, and you’re gonna be so happy, there’s nothing to worry about.”

She sniffles.

“But there are so many people, Mommy. And they’re all gonna be looking at me. You know I’m not good at the mushy stuff when I have eyes on me, they make me nervous. This is supposed to be perfect, and instead, we had to invite a hoard of insignificant Suits and entitled bitches, all for business. We already give them so much, why couldn’t we just keep this to ourselves?”

She sighs, and brings her daughter closer to her body, crushing her in a hug.

“Cause the world sucks, and it’s all part of the business. You and Tom have been on a break from acting for three months now, and you’ll stay there for another year at the very least. These Suits like to feel like they’re important, and inviting them to events like these keeps up a good relationship for when you come back.

“Besides, who cares about them? You’ll have to shake their hands once at the reception when you’re making your rounds and then it’s over. Don’t let a handful of idiots ruin the best day of your life.”

(Y/n) nods, gently wiping at her eyes, then crawls until she’s in front of the mirror.

“Well, at least we know the waterproof makeup works.”

Blake just smiles.

—

When Ryan first sees (Y/n) he has to pinch his thigh to keep himself from outright sobbing.

“Hey, no! No, no, no, you’re not allowed to cry, because if you cry, I cry, and if I cry, I’ll trip on my dress. These heels are tall, keep yourself together for both our sakes.”

It’s hard, it’s very hard, that’s his little girl, his sweet little daffodil, and she’s gonna sail off into the sunset with the love of her life.

“Alright, let’s do this shit. Try not to fall.”

He’s glad to see that Tom starts crying the second he sees her, so really it isn’t emotional weakness as much as it is the (Y/n) In A Wedding Dress Effect™. 

(Y/n) manages to stay composed the whole walk, although her eyes are shining quite a lot.

“Thomas, if you hurt her, I will do something so unspeakably cruel to you that Satan himself will shudder.”

Tom looks at him with a face full of betrayal.

“What if she hurts me?”

“Oh, she most certainly will, you’re much more emotionally fragile than she is. That’s why I know that if you hurt her, it’ll be over something big, and therefore I’m legally allowed to fuck you up.”

(Y/n) kisses his cheek happily.

“Thank you, Daddy, the shovel talk was long overdue.”

It was actually part two of the shovel talk: wedding edition, but she doesn’t need to know that.

—

Taylor reaches into her purse and passes Harry a tissue, eyes still focused on the happy couple in the front.

This is it, right here.

The way (Y/n)’s looking at Tom like he’s the second coming of Christ. Tom rubbing his thumbs on her hands cause he just can’t stop touching her. The way they keep tapping each other three times, an endless loop of I love you I love you I love you. 

This is what she’s been trying so hard to describe her whole life.

It gets her a little emotional…to remember the little girl who used to gape at her, and who’s now a badass independent woman marrying the person of her dreams.

It’s a lot.

And if she feels like she’s one strong gust of wind away from an emotional breakdown, she can’t even imagine how Blake and Ryan are faring.

“I understand that you’ve written your own vows. Tom, if you’d like to go first…”

He nods and clears his throat, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before grabbing (Y/n)’s again.

“Do you remember the night we met? When you were crying over a movie and I took you to Burger King to cheer you up?”

She rolls her eyes and Taylor can relate, honestly. The whole world knows that story at this point.

“Vividly.”

He smiles so softly that Taylor’s itching to pull out her notebook and start writing.

“I’ve never told you how I fell in love with you. I always told myself I’d tell you the story in our wedding vows, so here it is. From the moment we left the afterparty, you kept ranting about the movie, about how it’s gonna end, about your theories… And I loved listening to them. There was one moment though, where you just took a huge bite out of your cheeseburger, while mid-rant… and on everyone else, that would’ve looked disgusting, but your eyes were shining so bright, and you were giving me your full attention and that…that was when I knew I loved you. And I would keep loving you for the rest of my life, 'cause there’s no one else in the world who could pull me in as completely as you do, even though there was ketchup dripping down your chin.”

(Y/n) blinks back tears, eyes wide.

“Oh, you fucker.”

That’s love, Taylor’s sure of it.

—

Now, to be perfectly honest, Harrison thinks those vows were shit.

Seriously?

You looked disgusting but I still thought you were hot?

That’s his big wedding speech?

As the good Best Man he is, he’s considering smacking Tom upside the head and making him start over.

He’s not expecting (Y/n) to like it to the point of tears, though.

Like, I’m sorry, but what the fuck?

He’s lucky he’s an actor cause no ordinary person would’ve been able to keep the confusion out of their face, and you don’t want a hoard of confused people on your wedding pictures.

(Y/n)’s turn now, and hopefully, she’ll do better.

“I promise that your ability to cook, clean, and remind me to eat only make up sixty per cent of why I’m marrying you.”

Harrison has to fight back the urge to sigh and facepalm.

“I wasn’t planning on liking you, let alone falling as deeply in love with you as I did. My plan was to hate you, make all my fans hate you, and do it fast enough that Marvel would have no choice but to replace you with Andrew again.”

From the audience, Andrew laughs.

“But unfortunately for me, you’re not easy to hate, and let me tell you, I tried really hard. You slithered your way into my heart like a particularly stubborn snake and I had no choice but to let you carve out your home within me and prepare myself for the inevitable heartbreak.

“That still hasn’t happened. For some reason, you’ve chosen to ignore the fact that I’m a barely-functioning sarcastic bitch whose favourite way of showing love is through insults and slaps on the ass. 

“I don’t know why you chose me, and I expect I’ll be thanking every deity out there for the rest of eternity for putting you in my life, but I know that I couldn’t have chosen a better partner if I had tried.”

She pauses, and Harrison thinks that maybe, just maybe, at least one of them will have said nice vows.

“Also there’s no way I’m gonna live in a world where I can’t bite your ass on the daily, so you better say I do or I’ll end you.”

And he spoke too soon.

Tom still reaches behind him to grab the tissues Harrison was told to bring. Maybe his best friend was dropped on the head as a child, so now everything makes him emotional.

—

Nikki keeps her eyes firmly on her son and daughter-in-law as they flit around the room greeting their guests. She and Blake have made it into a game of sorts.

Every time (Y/n) wipes her hands on her dress after shaking hands with a Suit, Tom pulls her back by the waist, or the happy couple are asked to kiss, they take a sip of the very expensive and very tasty red wine provided for them.

The sound of clinking glasses feels the air once again and Blake tilts her glass.

“Bottoms up!”

And that’s one more glass finished. How far along are they now? Five? Six? She looks around at the empty bottles. Maybe a little bit more.

“Oh, my God, I’m so glad it’s over if I had to deal with another second of that, this wedding would have turned into a remake of Saw!”

(Y/n) slumps down heavily onto the chair, toeing off her heels until she can bring her knees to her chest and lean on the backrest.

“Why did we have to have a wedding? We should’ve just eloped. It would just be us, maybe I’d fly us out to Iceland and we could get married in a hot spring, I’m sure the water would do wonders to relax us, no?”

Nikki fills up her glass and hands it to (Y/n), who immediately downs it.

“Look on the bright side, tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight to Syros and one step closer to a full month spent only with your husband and the inordinate amount of cats on that island.”

Nikki’s been there. It’s amazing. They should plan a family holiday there.

“I agree.”

Oh, she’s talking out loud now.

“Yes, you are. But Nikki!”

(Y/n)’s eyes brighten, and she feels her arm get grabbed and pulled towards her brand new daughter-in-law.

“You said husband. I have a husband, I’m married!”

Yes, if someone had to marry her sweet little boy, she’s glad it was someone like (Y/n).

—

“And now, please gather around to watch Mr and Mrs Holland have their first dance as a married couple.”

While they get into place, Harry shares a look with his own husband, sitting primly at the piano, staring back at him.

When (Y/n) and Tom first came to them, shily asking them to sing If I Could Fly as their wedding song, Harry burst into tears. He just loves love, and to be a part of something as monumental as a first dance- 

He really should have said no cause Louis just started playing and Harry’s already having a hard time holding back tears. 

But the way Tom and (Y/n) stare at each other- that’s how he stares at Louis. And it’s the look he sees reflected back in his husband’s eyes every second of the day.

Love is just such a beautiful thing.

For your eyes only I’ll show you my heartFor when you’re lonely and forget who you areI’m missing half of me when we’re apartNow you know me, for your eyes only

He feels privileged to even be in the same room as them. It’s no secret that (Y/n)’s fiercely private. She loves, deeply and wholeheartedly, but not for others to see. She loves each person in their own special way, pieces of her heart are cut, shaped, and fitted to fit her feelings for everyone around her. But her love for Tom as it’s shown today is a sight to behold. 

It’s the sun after long dreary weeks. It’s the first flower bloom after months of cold, harsh weather. It’s seeing the stars out in the countryside after a life spent in the city.

It’s fragile. It’s new. It’s special. It’s lovely.

Harry loves love, but he thinks that right now, he may love their love the most.

—

Georgia takes yet another sip of the very expensive but very tasty champagne offered.

To be honest, she didn’t want to come. Weddings are boring, if not for the open bar, and knowing that she isn’t really welcomed here isn’t making her feel particularly better. I mean, she’s met (Y/n) all of once and they mostly trash-talked the Kardashians, she can’t have made an important enough impression to be an esteemed guest.

But, the Lighthavens are an important family in the film industry, earning them an invite to the most awaited event of the year, and it would look bad if someone didn’t show up to represent them. 

Still, being twenty-seven and single, there are many things she’d rather do than sit by the open bar getting smothered by other couples’ happiness while she wallows in her own misery.

“Whiskey sour, please.”

He turns towards her.

“And refill the kind lady’s glass.”

Oh, goodie.

She barely spares him a glance, eyes still focused on (Y/n), flitting around the room.

“Enjoying the wedding?”

She shrugs.

“It’s entertaining.”

He puts a hand on his heart in fake offence.

“Ouch. As the Best Man, it’s my job to ensure everyone’s having the time of their lives, so tell me, what can I do to make this night more enjoyable for you?”

She turns towards him, taking in the ruffled blonde hair, white shirt sleeves folded up to his forearms, vest and tie discarded somewhere.

“Actually, your job is to stop any upcoming crisis so the groom doesn’t get blamed and inevitably murdered by his newly-aquired wife.”

She steals the whiskey from his hand and starts drinking it. He blinks dazedly but dutifully orders another.

“Your unhappiness could quickly become a crisis, though. As much as she hates to admit it, (Y/n) doesn’t like it when people are miserable, especially when she’s having so much fun.”

She sighs.

“Do you know who I am?”

Panic shoots through Harrison’s eyes. It’s fleeting, and it’s subtle, but it’s real.

“Am I supposed to?”

Interesting.

“You’re telling the truth.”

He shrugs.

“(Y/n)’s motivated me to be more honest, although I can’t quite see the benefits she’s always raved about as of yet.”

She smirks into her glass.

“You genuinely have no idea who I am.”

A single mention of him from her lips and his acting career would shoot through the roof.

“I’m sorry. Although from how happy you look, maybe I’m not?”

“What’s it gonna be?”

He’s saved by the bell.

“All the unmarried people out on the floor I wanna see which unlucky bastard will have all grandmas pinching their cheeks and cooing cause they're next.”

A collective groan was heard throughout the crowd.

“If it helps, there’s a hundred-dollar bill in the bouquet that you can keep.”

That got people moving.

Harrison takes a look at her ring finger.

“Not gonna join?”

“If you out me as single, I’ll end you, there’s no way I’m doing this.”

He shrugs.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve broken whatever fight will undoubtedly come from this bouquet tossing.”

He stands on the sideline, ready to stop things from escalating.

The bouquet lands in his hands.

(Y/n) squeals.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Even with my back turned my aim is impeccable.”

Tom pushes him forward when Harrison’s reluctant to move and whispers something in his ear.

Georgia doesn’t break eye contact while he walks towards her and takes a lavender rose out of the bouquet.

“Here. It matches your dress.”

Alright so maybe weddings aren’t that bad.

—

It’s a testament to his patience that Tom waited until the hotel door is closed before pressing (Y/n) up against the wall and getting started on his Wedding Night Ravishing.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we actually pulled it off.”

She mumbles through their kisses and to be fair, he kind of can’t either.

“I swear to God- we got him the perfect fucking girl- if he doesn’t invite Georgia on a date- fuck, baby- I’ll kill him myself.”

He starts trailing kisses down her neck, slowly unzipping her wedding dress.

It’s pretty, and it’s special, and it has pockets, he’s not gonna rip it, thank you very much, he wants to have ‘just got married’ sex tonight.

“Georgia’s a tough one to get to, you said it yourself. He’ll have to work for it.”

She pulls his hair harshly until they’re eye to eye and he moans. His pupils are probably about as blown as hers right about now.

“You had to work for me.”

He licks his lips and her eyes trail on the movement, mouth falling open unconsciously.

“And what a good fucking decision that was.”

And if there’s one thing that never fails to get her going, it’s that.

“How loud do you think you can make me scream before the other residents complain?”

Challenge fucking accepted.

—

(Y/n) lowers her sunglasses a tad, wanting to take in her husband in all his blazing glory, no filter in between them.

Whoever invented honeymoons was a fucking saint. One month of a near-constantly naked Tom more than eager to fuck her into the nearest solid surface made for a very happy (Y/n).

Currently, she’s sunbathing on a pool chair with a mimosa while Tom is swimming laps in the pool. Or was. Now he’s getting out and the water’s trailing down every single inch of him and suddenly she’s not as thirsty for champagne and orange juice-

“Princess, are you listening?”

Her eyes flit back up to his face.

“Don’t ask me the colour of anything, this isn’t fair, you’re distracting.”

He chuckles and climbs over her, tasting the mimosas right out of her mouth.

“I’m distracting? You’re distracting! Do you know how hard it was to swim my usual laps while you’re just laying here, happy and calm and naked and mine?”

She grins smugly.

“I can feel how hard it was, yeah. I’d ask if you’re up for it, but I kind of already got that answer, so you should just hurry and get it in.”

For a few more glorious seconds, she gets lost in the kiss and in his hands moving along her body, getting so close, so close-

“No, but actually I did get out of the pool for a reason.”

In the back of her mind, she remembers Harry in that one concert saying this is called edging after stopping Kiwi for the millionth time, and the way Tom grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, smiling in interest. 

If she weren’t such a good person, she would have kicked him in the balls for that.

Unfortunately, she needs those, so.

“Haz got a date with Georgia.”

Her jaw drops open and she slaps his arm happily.

“What the fuck, are you serious? Tom! This means it worked! We got them together! We’re the best fucking matchmakers in the world!”

Tom chuckles and flips them over until she’s straddling him, running his hands from her knees to her waist, where they dig in just a little.

Great idea, if you ask her.

“Calm down, darling, it’s just one date.”

She hums.

“That’s what I said about you, and now look at where we are. We’re married and on our honeymoon.”

His eyes all but sparkle at that.

“We are. We’re married. I’m your husband, and you’re my wife, and we’re married.”

She leans down, can’t stop herself from snogging his face off when he looks so sweet and happy at the prospect of spending eternity by her side.

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, right?”

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, princess.”

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