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four times we almost kissed and the one time we did (kol mikaelson x f!reader)
warnings: slight blood sharing, mostly frusteration
a/n: unfortunately for my sanity, i have fallen in love with kol. why? i couldn't tell you. the actor drives me up a fucking wall. but the character? i am down for bad. so here ya go. feel free to request more kol or over tvdu characters!!
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[1] First meeting
Magic has existed in New Orleans for as long as anyone can remember. The prevalence of voodoo-- NOLA's most giant "tourist trap"-- originated in 1791 with enslaved West Africans who moved to Louisiana to grow a community for as many free people of color. That spirit meant that many of its inhabitants descended from that original society or were drawn here for its magical properties. Your family was one of the latter, a bunch of witches seeking solace in a place that nurtured it. Except with magic came strife, and eventually, other creatures came knocking at the door. Enter the Mikaelsons, New Orlean's resident vampire family that was always at the center of whatever drama was happening. Right now, something involving all those magically oriented.
You made it a point to stay clear of the fight. Not because you didn't care– you did– but because it wasn't your fight to be had. That's how you stayed alive in this neighborhood; you knew where to stick your nose and when to stay clear. Besides, all the commotion with one of the Harvest girls (Cassie, you believe her name was) and the witch's distaste of vampires meant tensions were high. You could help the community from the background anyway; you didn't need to make yourself known.
At least, that's what you hoped. But things rarely turned out how you wanted, and this was one of those times. Walking through the back streets of NOLA was never an excellent idea, but it was shorter, and you just wanted to get to the metaphysical supply store before it closed. You needed more laurel leaves to create protection charms around your house, especially with the uptake in strife in the recent year.
Which is how you came upon a witch killing three vampires in the alley.
You wanted to turn on your heel and leave, but the witch noticed you before you could. You didn't recognize him, so you were unsure what coven he belonged to. He was tall enough to probably tower over you, with golden curly hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut your fingers if you touched it. He was unbelievably handsome, and you hated that it caught your breath.
"You shouldn't be here, luv," he crooned, his English accent thick. He sauntered down the alley, coming up to you with narrowed eyes.
"I don't recognize you," you countered, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. It's best not to let him know that you're flustered.
"New in town," he smiled, a cocky grin that told you that he absolutely knew the effect he had on women. It left a bad taste in your mouth. "New Orleans is a big city; I'm surprised you would know everyone."
"I know witches," you said, peering up at him.
"Ah, are you a magical thing yourself?"
"What do you think?" You arched a brow. He stepped closer, reaching up to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. You recoiled slightly but didn't pull back. Never show fear; that's one thing this town taught you.
"I think you're a pretty young thing," he hummed. "I'm Kol." He peered at you as if waiting for you to offer your name. You didn't.
"Not interested," you pulled back from him, letting the hair he had touched fall back in front of your face. He stepped back into your space.
"I don't know, darling," he smiled, leaning closer so his breath fanned your face. It was minty like he had just had an Altoid. "I think you're interested." You hated admitting that this tall, handsome stranger (such a cliche) was right. And you really hated that if you leaned up slightly, you could feel the warmth from his lips. He stepped back, though, hands in his pockets. The same hands that had used magic to wrangle the undead life of the vampires behind him. You took that as a sign to start to leave, walking backward before turning on your heel and ignoring the gaze of the witch behind you.
"Never got your name!" He chimed. You smiled to yourself.
"Figure it out yourself."
[2] Cemetery watch
Disgruntled. That's how you felt. Chaos had grown over the past weeks, but you didn't see Kol again. A sliver of disappointment, as you did find him cute, but also a relief. You know enough flirtatious bastards to not want to add more to your life.
You weren't thinking about him today, though. You were thinking about your grandmother, who lived in the cemetery right outside your block. A popular cemetery for Wiccan rituals, it made sense for your grandma (the high priestess of your family) to be buried there with heavy praise.
You were laying a combination of roses, lavender, and rosemary for protection when the hair on your neck stood up. Feeling a presence, you soon turn around, making eye contact with the stranger who approached you.
Definitely not a witch; his aura was too dark for that. He was tall, with tousled brown hair and eyes that lingered on you for far too long. He was cute, though, even if he was dangerous.
"Hello darling," he purrs, stalking closer.
"Can I help you?" You sigh, crossing your arms as you peer at him with suspicion. He wears a cocky smile and a look that tells you he would love to have a taste.
"Don't remember me? I'm hurt," he puts a hand on his chest, feigning pain. You look at him closely, but the only recognition is in the pet name. Darling. Not many people called you darling.
"Kol," you said. "You're shorter." His face had a hint of shock before settling into amusement.
"That was uncalled for," he laughed, walking closer to you. In closer proximity, you could see that he was, in fact, very handsome, and he was definitely aware of that.
"I'm reiterating my previous question, can I help you?"
"When my family sent me on this mission to track down the 'wisest witch in the quarter,' I was not expecting you," he looked down at you with gold-flecked eyes. "The beautiful girl who wouldn't give me her name. Except now I know it's Y/N."
"I thought you were a witch," you took a hesitant step back, trying to create space.
"Temporarily," he sighed. "Now I'm back in my original form of vampire." The way he said it gave you pause, as if he was resigned to the fact but not happy about it. You could relate. If you lost your magic, you would be devastated.
"You said something about your family?" you coughed, changing the subject.
"There's someone working against them, and we would prefer if they don't kill us," Kol shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the clouds above. "People tend to hate us, Mikaelsons."
"You're a Mikaelson?" you hissed. It was because of the Mikaelsons your home was in constant disaster. "Why should I help you? Any of you?"
"For the most part, we don't want to cause trouble. It just tends to find us. Helping eliminate a threat means fewer problems in the quarter," Kol sighed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, delicate as if touching the grass in a meadow. "Also, you'd get to spend time with me."
"Why would I want to spend time with you?" you breathed, voice wavering slightly. Curse your damn hormones for being swayed by a vampire of all creatures. His thumb came under your chin, allowing him to bring your face closer to his. Kol smelled like fresh snow and evergreens, and you knew that if he leaned a little bit closer, you wouldn't stop him. In the process, likely offend the ghost of your grandmother who was probably rolling her eyes at you right now. Before you could offend all the ancestors with your choices, Kol stepped back, resuming his cocky grin and leaving your breath lodged in your throat. Without a second thought of the implications, you made your decision.
"Fine, I'll help you."
[3] Late night spell-casting
Late nights in the Mikaelson compound meant one thing. Coffee, and lots of it.
You made a deal with the Mikaelsons after you agreed to help them that in exchange for your time, they had to buy you cafe drinks whenever you liked it. Elijah was the most taken aback, but Kol chuckled as if he found you amusing. Still, they found it a small price, not expecting how much you valued your drinks. Most nights, it was coffee, sometimes tea, or even hot cocoa. Quite honestly, you just liked having the power to make them run around.
You sat at one of their many couches, a book of shadows in your lap and a notepad in your hands as you made quick notes about possible spells that could combat the evil at hand. A couple of ideas swam in your head, but you wanted to exhaust your options before risking anyone else's life with a botched spell. Still, you had been at it for hours and started getting sleepy. You yawned, feeling your eyes close slightly. Thankfully, footsteps alerting you to the presence of one of the originals had you sitting up and shaking off your fatigue. Unfortunately, that original was Kol with your coffee order.
Kol was precisely what you thought he would be. Flirtatious, cocky, impulsive, and too attractive for his own good. You hated when murderers were cute; it made life confusing. There were moments, though, when the two of you were performing recon or pouring over spell books that you saw a side of him that only showed when his guard wasn't up. He was calmer, more academic, and a lot more unsure of himself. The only thing you hated about seeing that side is it made you like him more.
"How's my witchling doing?" he chimed, dropping off your coffee and settling beside you on the couch. You told him that being called darling felt ridiculous, so instead, he found a new nickname, which was even worse.
"The usual, I suppose," you yawned again, leaning your head against the back of the couch.
"Take a break."
"You realize it's your life on the line, right?" you huffed, turning to look at him.
"My life will always be in danger, Y/N," Kol hummed, taking your books out of your lap with a minor protest from you. "That's not going to change tonight."
"Don't underestimate me," you grabbed your cup, taking a deep sip and looking at him over the lid.
"I would never underestimate you," he grabbed your coffee and stole a sip himself, earning a growl from you. "Half the things you say shock and confuse me."
"It's my charm."
"Let's do something fun," Kol stood up, trying to drag you with him. "Research is bloody boring."
"We have two very different ideas of 'fun,' Mikaelson," you curled up into a ball on the couch, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. An idea sparked in your head, and you turned a devilish smile to the brunette. "How about tarot cards?"
You found an old deck in the compound, creating a space on the table in the central area to lay out the spread. Even though having your cards would be better, you thought you could probably make do with these. You gave Kol the cards to shuffle and watched as he spent meticulous time connecting with the cards before handing the deck back to you. You started laying out the cards on the table, forming a cross with four cards separate on the side. You tucked your legs underneath you, curling up on the floor so you were huddled by the table. Kol joined you, his back against the couch as he peered at you straightening up the cards.
"You realize you're going to flip them over, right?"
"Shut up, Mikaelson," you chimed, finishing your organization. He watched you with a small smile, and you made the effort to ignore his stare. "We'll start with your Present card."
“Boring,” Kol sing-songed. "Tell me my future."
"I have to go in order, to give an accurate reading."
"Darling, the cards are already laid out; you can do whatever you want," Kol leaned closer to you, squinting his eyes in amusement. "I live my life in futures; who cares about the past?"
Sighing, you decided to obey the nosey vampire and flip over his cards for Future and Near Future. The two cards revealed were the Lovers and Ace of Cups, respectively.
"In your Future is a strong romantic relationship," you start, pointing out the Lovers card featuring two swans intertwined. "This correlates to the Ace of Cups, which signifies new beginnings. Since the Ace of Cups is in your near future, you'll likely encounter someone you'll soon develop a deep, long-lasting relationship with." You turn your eyes to Kol, raising an eyebrow. "Shocking, considering your personality."
"It's not that shocking," Kol quipped, leaning closer to you. "We're here, aren't we?"
His pupils were enlarged as he gazed upon you, and his glance to your lips told you exactly where his mind was. You couldn't deny you weren't thinking the same thing. It didn't help that Kol was dangerous in an enticing way. Ignoring all rational thought, you leaned in closer, nudging his nose with yours. Your heart was beating erratically, and you heard the sharp intake of breath he took. His fingers traced up your arm, each finger leaving goosebumps in their wake. What were you doing?
"How's the research going?" a voice called from the hallway. You scooted away immediately, but Kol stayed where he was. His jaw clenched as he suppressed a growl. Freya appeared, not aware of the situation and probably not caring anyway.
"I have a few ideas," you coughed, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart.
"Great, I'd love to hear them so I can stop having stressful dreams," Freya chuckled, moving over to the couch. You sent Kol a glance as you passed your journal to Freya. The look he gave you told you that what started wasn't over. And the worst part was you didn't want it to be over.
[4] Injured after a fight
A headache. That's what you were nursing.
A sharp ringing pierced through your ears, the lights above you blurring into a bad abstract painting. A figure appeared above you, and you slowly registered that it was calling your name. You squinted your eyes, the action causing a splitting pain as the shape of Kol formed in front of you. Worry creased his brows, and blood splattered his face.
"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" Kol asked, cradling your head. You nodded, grabbing his arms to help pull yourself up. Chaos was erupting around you, and the stifling smell of magic was enough to knock you out again. That's what had happened. It was an ambush, and despite your abilities, you were blasted back into a wall, probably with a concussion and broken bones. It was times like this when you were envious of a vampire's healing skills. "I need to get you out of here."
"They need our help," you grimaced, catching Klaus ripping off someone's arms in the background. Kol caught your gaze and bothered with a slight smirk.
"I'm sure Nik is fully capable of handling himself. Plus, my other siblings are here, and Freya called Vincent. They won't miss us."
"I'll be fine," you tried to say, but it ended in a wheeze as the effort of sitting up caused pain in your lungs.
"You will not. Can you stand?" Kol watched you struggle for a second before picking you up. In a normal situation, you would've complained, but considering all you felt was ow ow ow ow ow you thought better than to complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he sped out of the scene and back to the compound. Kol laid you gently on the couch, kneeling before you, biting into his wrist and holding it to your lips. "You need to drink."
"I don't want to be a vampire," you mumbled, brushing a hand across your forehead. Your fingers held blood on them, and you became dizzy with that knowledge.
"I won't let that happen now, drink," Kol insisted, his voice having a hard edge. Considering he was a stubborn bastard, you relented. You hesitantly grabbed his wrist and brought it up to your mouth. The blood slid down your throat cleanly, but you had to suppress the urge to gag anyway since it was blood. You felt your bones click into place, and your headache dull to a memory. You finally looked up, catching Kol's gaze on you. How was it intensely erotic to have someone watch you drink their blood? There must be therapy for issues like this, but you didn't really care. How he looked at you was akin to a predator waiting to devour its next meal. You knew if you let him, he would fulfill every potential vampire fantasy one could have. He touched your cheek, touching your lips where his blood was just a second ago. He pulled away, red coating his fingers, and you suppressed a groan when he sucked the leftover blood.
"Kol," you whispered, your voice raspy. He sat up at eye level, leaning down as if to kiss you. Of course, things weren't that easy, as his family burst into the compound right at that moment. You wanted to let out a scream of frustration but ended up being caught off guard by Klaus dropping a head by the entryway.
"Glad to see our little witch is okay," Klaus chimed, looking pretty proud of himself. If Kol were a cartoon character, he'd blow smoke out of his ears.
"I'm alive," you sighed. Klaus walked over, ignoring his brother's glares, and patted you on the shoulder. That was the closest thing to the affection you were getting from the hybrid. As the rest of the family delved into a conversation about the ambush, you finally got up and looked at the original kneeling on the ground before you. "We'll finish this later," you smiled, pretending to ignore the slight growl that left Kol's mouth as you walked off.
[5] Evil has passed
"I thought you would've left."
Kol stood in the entryway of his bedroom at the Mikaelson home while you stood (guilty) by his bookshelf.
"I was returning this book I borrowed from you," you said innocently. Putting the book back on the shelf, you turned to the man before you, trying his best to plaster on a convincing smile. The threat has passed, your job was over, and yet you were melancholy. These people had caused problems throughout your home since they arrived, yet your temporary alliance ending was something of sadness. You were tired of pretending it was for any reason other than Kol. Kol started as an annoying individual who sought to drive you up the wall, but now was someone you saw a kinship with. Your long talks on history and adventures across the globe were moments where you saw his guard fall, and you loved every second of it. It helped that he was pretty to look at.
"I guess this means goodbye then, doesn't it witchling?" Kol sighed, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. You could swear he sounded disappointed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up.
"Depends," you crossed your arms. "I could be persuaded to come back."
"Persuaded?" Kol inquired, that mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he would ensure a way to keep you around. "Any particular reason?"
"If someone wanted me around, I guess," you smiled, a tiny grin but good enough for Kol to stroll towards you until he towered over your figure.
"I'll give you a good reason," Kol murmured, a devilish smirk on his lips. "Something that we kept getting interrupted for in the past." He cupped your face in his hands, lowering his lips so they were a hairsbreadth from yours.
"Don't be a tease," you breathed. Letting out a dark chuckle, he pressed his lips to yours. It was surprisingly light, not hungry like his usual personality. He tasted like a fresh snowstorm and an evergreen forest, and you know you could get drunk on that alone. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you brought him closer to you, deepening the kiss and earning a light groan from the vampire. Kol's hands tangled in your hair, one of them going to hold your waist. Every touch of his was coldfire, and you were so glad that you were finally alone to burn in him. He tilted your head back, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat that caused you let out a moan. He nipped the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing over it until he was back at your lips again, leaving a searing kiss. Kol pulled away, glancing at you with eyes abysmal. "What took you so long to do that?" you breathed, a grin covering your face as Kol laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth.
"You're all mine now," Kol smiled, kissing you again. "Always and forever."
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Also team Black actors share the same misconception and misunderstanding that many team black fans do that there is no love or loyalty within Team Green, when most of Rhaenyra’s team abandoned her in the end and they don’t even like and trust one another as it is currently. They aren’t supporting Rhaenyra because they believe in her. Theyre all supporting her because the position they’re in, there is no other choice or they personally want something- Daemon to be King, for his blood to eventually sit the Iron throne. Corlys, very much the same reason. He wants his name attached to a King. Rhaenys while throwing this accusation at Alicent, follows her husband’s lead far more than Alicent followed Viserys. Plus their Granddaughters are Daemon’s daughters and are now betrothed to Rhaenyra’s sons. They weren’t even betrothed because Rhaenyra considered them great candidates for her sons, but because she needs to use their legitimacy to bolster her own sons. She tried it with Helaena. Not to mention, Rhaena has lost her claim to Driftmark with the death of Luke, the deal with Rhaenys/Corlys was so weak and fickle that it broke within 3-4 days. Corlys distrusts and resents Rhaenyra more after Rhaenys dies fighting for her. Rhaenyra eventually calls for the heads of her most innocent and loyal supporters and one by one they abandon her too.
While team Green, despite their dysfunction were loyal to each other to the very end. Everything that Alicent has done since she was a teenager has been out of fear for and for the safety of her children. She is their only parent, their only source of attention, affection and discipline. She tells Aegon that he’s no son of hers, then 48 hours later- as futile as it is, she stands in front of a Dragon to protect him, he tries to pull her back with him and she removes his hand to push him further behind her but then there’s an understanding that they’re going to die together. Aegon doesn’t want it but he takes the throne anyway because he understands that his rulership will be the only thing that protects the people he loves. In the trailer you can see that the murder of Jaehaerys not only destroys Helaena but Alicent too. It also forces Aegon to mature, take more of a leadership role and actually fight to show that he’s “as fearsome as any of them”. Aemond talks shit about Aemond and wishes he was the firstborn son but ultimately he fights for Aegon until his dying day. Alicole are meant to contrast Daemyra with many seeing Daemyra as superior but Daemon has put his hands on Rhaenyra. Grows angry and resentful of her, takes a new little girl as lover, abandons Rhaenyra and doesn’t answer her call to be beside her when she needs him the most. While Criston is killed trying to make his way back to Kingslanding to save Alicent and Helaena. Daeron also dies trying to make his way back to KL to liberate his mother and sister. Otto isn’t shit, but even after being removed as hand, he stays loyal to Aegon. Aegon wanted to build giant statues of his brothers in their memory. He has it written into Law that Alicent and Helaena were the only Queens during the dance era, a law that still stands in Westeros and one Rhaenyra’s sons and other direct descendants didn’t bother to change. He marries his daughter to Aegon III to ensure that she’s Queen after he dies and she is known to history as Queen Jaehaera Targaryen even if it was brief.
If this isn’t love and loyalty, then I don’t know what is. There were no defectors on Team Green.
Even the commoners stayed loyal. Part of the reason they revolt against Rhaenyra and storm the Dragonpit is because of what happened to Helaena’s boys and Helaena herself and because of Brothel Queens even if it’s not clear whether it was a rumor or true. The people still loved Helaena and Alicent. While on Dragonstone, where Rhaenyra ruled for years. A broken and Dragonless (at first) Aegon goes and turns these people against Rhaenyra.
The phrase said by actress Raena about the fact that there is no love in the green family sounds quite comical. Because the character she plays received absolutely no love from, for example, Daemon. Yes, there were some scenes in the cut script where Daemon hugged his daughters after Laena died, but we're looking at the final script and that wasn't there. In the same episode, Raena complains to her mom that Daemon doesn't pay attention to her because she doesn't have a dragon, and in the next episode, Daemon marries Rhaenyra shortly after Laena's funeral. And the children were clearly not happy (and tb stans, please don’t make me think that they were simply frozen then. Their faces really showed a lack of understanding of what was happening). And the actress calls it love? Seriously? Is there love in the black family? Show it to me.
Now I'll be interested to see how Corlys reacts to his wife's death and whether he will tell Rhaenyra that it was her fault. Just wondering. Or will he stick his tongue up his ass again and say nothing? Will support the black team for no reason simply BECAUSE?
(no hate towards the actors) but most of them say real nonsense, their arguments are like “tb are good, tg are evil, there’s no need to choose, our family loves each other and hates them.” This is so funny. Okay, let the tbs kiss their ass, this video was edited for them.
#hotd#anti team black#houseofthedragon#pro team green#team green#the greens#corlys velaryon#rhaena targaryen#anti daemon targaryen#anti rhaenyra targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#alicent hightower#otto hightower#aemond targaryen#criston cole
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Jealousy
Warning: Minors DNI / NSFW
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Pairing: Hyunjun Hur x Male reader
Genre: fluff, slight smut
Word Count: 1,031 words
Summary: It hasn't been long since you and your boyfriend have moved in together after him launching his solo debut. In the first few months you tried to be supportive as much as possible and have seen tremendous growth within him. Except that as his fame started to leap, you couldn't shake off the stagging feeling of others enjoying your boyfriend's charm and his latest IG post didn't make it any better.
It was finally the weekend, which meant no work, no chores, nothing. Just some good quality time that you had been looking forward to spending with your boyfriend. However, he happened to be very busy those couple of days as he was preparing for his next striking comeback.
And there you were, staring at the ceiling, waiting for him to come back, when you heard a phone notification coming your way. Thinking that it was a text from him, you rushed to check your phone, only to find out that it was indeed a notification from him, except that it was about a post that he had recently uploaded. Without giving much thought to it, you pressed on it, only to be surprised by the content of the post.
Anyone could easily tell that you weren't delighted with this view, not even the slightest.
You started thinking to yourself. "Concerts with millions of people? I let it slide. Fan meetings with everyone stealing pictures and gestures? I could swallow that. Taking part in a drama lead role with other actors? No biggie. But him posting such pictures publicly as if he isn't tied to anyone! He crossed the line! I've had it!"
Not long afterwards, you heard the door keys clinging signaling that he has finally arrived. Still upset with his behavior you didn't bother to run up to him as soon as he opened the door and rather kept your gaze fixated on the TV. Hyunjun sounded a little puzzled by your change in attitude, nevertheless, he still came up to you snuggling beside you on the couch. "Has my little baby missed me so much that he can't even tell that I'm back?"
You gave no response, not even budged as he constantly tried to get you to look at him. One thing about Hyunjun is that he wouldn't leave you in peace whenever you seem off until you talk out the reason with him. The only answer he got from you was. "Go shower already. I am not planning on sleeping in sweat myself."
He could definitely tell that he messed up big time. He not only knows you by heart but also could tell from your tone how you were feeling exactly and that cold tone of yours only signaled to him that you're extremely irritated.
As you were getting up to leave him off, he grabbed your wrist tucking you back on the couch with him over you. You gotta admit that although he uses the same tactics each time, he never fails to draw that tinted blush on your face. "I already told you wreck of sweat just go get a shower already!" you burst in rage at him
You tried to protest and free yourself, but it was of no use. I mean, let's be real, he just got back from the gym all pumped up with energy and expect yourself to win over him? "I'm not leaving until you tell me what I did wrong!" This man's determination was gonna be the end of you. He started snuggling his face within you neck sniffing it and placing gentle sweaty kisses here and there. Eventually you let your grip loose allowing him to wrap his hands around your figure. Then it didn't take you long to get back to your senses. You stormed off the couch as soon as he loosed his grip.
"You ain't fooling me this time Romeo! I may have let you take the lead on how you want to direct you career and life overall but your last post has sent me to my limit."
Him not being sure of what you were referring to, he opened his phone scrolling through his socials until he noticed the gym post that he had uploaded earlier that day. To your surprise his only reaction was him laughing at the situation.
"You really think that making me furious is that entertaining to you?!" You snapped furiously at him.
"No! This is not what I meant it as! I just found it cute the way you got furious and protective over my posts. I am sorry babe, I'll get rid of the posts and be a little more cautious of your jealousy next time~" He replied a little all over the place not wanting you to take any wrong ideas.
You approached him step by step replying with a gaze in his eyes. "You really think that it is that simple?! Hyunjun you've got to understand that what is mine remains as mine no matter what the circumstances are! You are my partner and not some random acquaintance that I share with everyone-."
He interrupted you mid-sentence grabbing you closer by your waist. You were a little taken aback but at least ceased your anger talk a little. "If I weren't yours already would you be standing here so close hearing my every breath and heartbeat?"
He really knew how to play you around with his soft gaze and playful words that you couldn't resist. He leaned in towards you stealing a soft small kiss for reassurance. Once he didn't feel you tensing up against him, he went for a deeper kiss which made you melt in between his arms. The kiss gradually started to heat up before you broke it to catch a breath.
"Promise me that you'll be more considerate of my feelings in the future and that you'd stay mine to hold." You insisted with a pout on your face.
With a grin slightly forming on his face, he kissed your forehead, replying with a positive answer. Afterwards, you were able to continue your make out session. You slowly locked your hands around his neck with your lips still sealed together.
He carried you up forcing your legs to cross around his waist as he directed you to your bedroom. He then placed you gently on the bed sheets and hoped over you. He then lifted his body getting rid of the tank top he was wearing. At least you knew that your were the only one to see his marvelous body up this close, especially being dripping with sweat.
He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "I gotta admit your furious attitude is such a turn on and I'll need your help with that issue."
You both giggled at his cocky response, yet both knew that what's reserved for both of you tonight would only be intimate love and adoration.
note: Hey! Hope you enjoyed the read. If you'd like to write about other idols or other themes where you see that my style would fit do not hesitate on sending them away! Thanks again for passing by! (I apologize in advance for any typos)
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Hazmat Hole 1: Overture
I went back and forth on whether to do the pilot or not, but ultimately decided not to. Pilots are meant to be an episode 0 that isn’t necessary to understanding the plot. I may go back to it after episode 8 if I’m not completely sick of this.
It starts off with a story book narration about how hell started because Lucifer was a rebel or something and just states very vaguely that he had big ideas heaven didn’t like. Also Adam was the first man, Lilith was the first woman but she didn’t like Adam and liked Lucifer better they fell in love or whatever and Lucifer gave Eve the apple and he and Lilith were banished to hell. I wish I could lie and say I was skipping over details but they used more words to explain that in about as much depth as I did there. Anyway. The important part is that Charlie is a princess of hell as the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith and the angels go down to hell annually to purge excess souls.
These two start off annoying and by god I do not see them getting any less so. Charlie is legitimately the most generic Disney Princess rip off I have ever seen in my life, complete with reading books aloud bursting into song. It’s genuinely jarring to hear her swear because you can tell the voice director basically just told her actor to pretend she’s auditioning for the little mermaid. Vaggie is annoying because she’s written like a middle schooler’s first “strong female character”. She’s the emo love interest in a B movie that was straight to video and made by people who don’t actually know what emo is.
Appropriation Deer is literally just here to make wise cracks and occasionally move in ways that make animators cry and deviantart users in 2010 scream in joy.
They could probably cut the budget in half by not having him in the show. Anyway no he is not here to do anything besides whine about how television sucks and emphasize that he’s only there at all because he’s into watching people fail and cry or whatever. He’s very flat as a character since he’s just there to be tumblr bait.
Angel is here and spends the entire episode being sexually aggressive to the point of making everyone there uncomfortable and that’s the entire joke. That’s it. He’s a gay man who says penis and wise cracks and sexually harasses the men in the hotel. Because that is how vivziepop writes her mlm characters.
We get a two for one easy joke with these two. Haha gay man is harassing a man who isn’t gay as well as haha asexual gets hit on but he says no way.
Angel is here because “crack is expensive” and they don’t charge him rent there.
Which he says while drinking a whole bottle of liquor to establish he’s an addict because vivziepop is as subtle as a bull in a China shop.
And thus we are taken to our first musical number. It’s very underwhelming.
Also Vaggie sings like she’s getting over a cold and plugging her nose and trying to do an impression of a duck.
The opening number also leaves me with a perplexing question. Can you die in hell? Do you go to super hell if you die in hell?
And we get our first real sexual harassment/assault joke from a giant slug flasher trying to make Charlie touch him in the middle of a musical number. I’m sure this bodes great for how angel’s abuse will be treated.
I hate that I know this but as someone who did shamefully hate watch sausage party twice I have to point out that Adam here is literally just a rip off of a sausage party character.
Everything down to the voice direction is literally just a rip off of the main antagonist of Sausage Party, the douche. This is probably somewhat intentional as vivziepop was a massive fan of that movie when it came out, but if you’re going to make an homage that borders on plagiarism (this is a joke I’m not accusing her of plagiarism here but it’s giving original character, donut steel), does it have to be from sausage party? Does it really? There’s other movies. Anyway he doesn’t say much, just establishes himself as a douche.
Back at the hotel they start filming a new commercial since Alastor intentionally made their first commercial bad because he wanted to make fun of them and hates TVs just that much. Nothing very interesting happens. Angel is hot horny. Husk doesn’t want to be there. Alastor makes a deal with Vaggie to help as long as she never makes him go on TV again.
We go back to Charlie begging Adam to stop coming to hell and killing demons by the hundreds every year and Adam says no in frankly one of the only songs that I like from this series. Sadly, it’s still terribly annoying and repetitive.
Viv posted meme please clap.
Isn’t this the homophobic character from the pilot? Didn’t realize she was given a male voice to imply she’s either a drag Queen or trans I guess. Great. I’m sure it’s a very artistic and respectful choice and not every other more likely reason this was the casting decision.
The episode ends with the discovery that an Angel was killed during the last extermination so they plan to come back in just six months to kill every demon in hell. I might care if any character established themselves as anything other than a vessel to spout boring exposition and sex jokes for twenty minutes.
And that’s episode one. It’s honestly just boring and all of the explicit language sounds extremely forced and awkward.
0/10, the one okay song wasn’t enough to save it. Too much exposition dumping.
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The big screen
Request: Hello ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙
Can You do a Rise Leo x a crush fem reader were the reader is an actor for a movie as the maniac villan but she is very shy irl (maybe Leo finds a fan fiction about reader, would he read it? XD) Is ok if you don't want to do this 😅
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The air felt thick with the amount of smoke flourishing out of the toppled-over buildings, the outlandish sounds of innocent screams and car horns were blaring in the distance. You stood there, in a circle of broken glass and debris, smirking. Your hands twisted in an unnatural way, wavering around a deep red magic, glaring with dead eyes at those who crossed your path.
"This is your last chance," you all but hissed, fingers rigid and teeth bared, "Leave me alone!"
"Annnd cut! Alright everyone, let's do a reset! (Y/N) head to make-up for some touch-ups." yelled the director, swivelling back in his chair to face the monitors. The illusion of the fake world you played in dissipated as the green screens became more apparent, the smoke machine was turned off and the speakers blaring screams was muted. With a quick sigh and a sip of water, you headed back to your trailer, awaiting your turn for make-up.
The moment you saw your trailer come into view you let out a small smile, just a few minutes' rest would feel heavenly after such a long shoot. The second the door closed you let out a long sigh, the scarlet leather of your costume moving stiffly as you flopped onto the small bed.
Unbeknownst to you there was a figure sitting on the opposite side of the van, lounging on the sofas and making himself rather comfortable, "You. Were. Amazing!" he beamed, slamming his comic book down on the counter. You jumped, completely forgetting that you had invited, well snuck, Leo onto set today. Your cheeks soon matched your coat, as you started twirling strands of hair with your finger, "You really think so?"
"Uhhh, think so? I know so!" he beamed, "I was watching the whole thing from the catwalk, you were so cool!" he stood up and posed in front of you, "This is your last chance," he crooned, trying his best to repeat the line with the same delivery as you.
You couldn't help the giggle that slipped past your lips, "Perhaps you should go back out there instead of me, you're much more suited for this role than I am." you wanted it to sound like a joke, but deep down you knew there was a lingering feeling of truth in your words. Leo groaned, "I wish I could perform out there, but I would never be able to capture the unique beauty that is you."
God you almost wanted to swoon with how gentlemen-like he was being, "What if I wasn't meant for this role, we've already done so many retakes, I just don't think I'm getting this right." you looked down towards your knees, drawing patterns in the fake dried blood and dirt. Leonardo frowned, moving to sit by you and your extremely delicate costume; which he made a note to avoid touching.
"It's normal to have reshoots and whatnot, that's show business, baby!" he keened, jazz hands reluctantly following closely behind him. But when you didn't smile he knew he needed to jack up the sincerity.
"Heeey, you're doing amazing! There's not another actor or actress who could nail a role like that, other than you, of course." he brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, willing you to look at him.
"Besides, they choose you, after all. Right? You were asked to audition by the director, they chose you to play this part! That's got to mean something hasn't it?" his wide smile was infectious, it slowly but surely made its way onto your face too, "I guess you're right?" you mewled.
A knock at the door broke you both apart, Leo inclined to hide in the shadows of your trailer. With a timid voice, you spoke up "Who is it?"
"It's Tyler, the intern, I'm here to take you to hair and make-up."
You nodded your head, not like this Tyler was going to see it anyway. You turned to Leo with a grimace evident on your face, "I have to go now, I wish I didn't have to though."
"Hey, you're gonna make a killer movie!" Leo bribed, "Plus you're gonna win so many awards, maybe even an Oscar! Which I'm totally tagging along with, by the way."
You couldn't help the snort, "Go get 'em, tiger." Leo smiled, giving you an earnest thumbs up. You nodded your head, took a deep breath and swung the door to your trailer open. You were ready and you were gonna nail this. And who knows, maybe you will win an award or two?
"And the winner for best actress of the 2024 Oscars, goes to....(Y/N)!"
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Hello! I hope all is well! If you’re taking requests at all, would it be okay if you could write you and Ashton telling fans about your guy’s secret relationship while you’re a famous actor? Much love!
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Summary: Above
Pairing: Ashton x feminine reader
Warnings: None! (tooth rotting fluff)
Word Count: 1014
A/N: Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it's a bit short--I think I burnt myself out a bit with that 7k Luke fic :') Hoping you all are having a very happy holiday season<3
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“Are you sure, Y/N?” Ashton asked you rather anxiously, looking on as you got your makeup done.
You were currently backstage at the Oscars, getting your hair and makeup done for the evening. Your boyfriend, Ashton, was serving rather good, although slightly anxious, moral support. He was scrolling through the #Y/NATTHEOSCARS hashtag on Twitter, reading you various shows of support.
“Ash,” You said firmly, but not unkindly while the stylist applied rollers to your long, blond hair. “I’m up for two huge awards tonight with pretty good chances it sounds like. I want you to share in my success, babe.” You smiled softly.
Ashton blushed at your words, standing to kiss your cheek before scuttling back to his chair beside you when your makeup artist scolded him. “I just don’t want to get in the way of your career. A girl’s gotta shine,” he winked. “It’s Y/N’s world, I’m just living in it.”
Aside from your team and Ashton’s, no one knew of your relationship. It’s not like either of you had a reason to hide it from the public, but both of you being famous meant that hardly anything in your life was private. Luckily, Ashton had the exact same outlook as you and had agreed to keep your relationship quiet, except where needed. You blushed at your boyfriend’s comment, turning your face from side to side as the artist finished.
“Are you ready?” he asked you, taking your arm.
You nodded softly, gazing up at him. “I know we’re seated together, but I want to announce everything when I get my award.”
“I know, darlin’,” he nuzzled your cheek softly. “I’ll see you at our seats.”
Leaving your lover’s side practically killed you, especially when you had to walk to your seat alone, holding your golden gown up softly so that you wouldn’t trip. You easily found the seat that had a place card that said “Y/N L/N”, smiling when you saw it was next to Ashton’s, just as intended. You knew he was technically there as your plus-one, but as other A-list actors (most of whom were your friends) arrived, no one seemed to notice.
By the time the guests were let in, you were shaking your leg up and down, anxiously waiting for Ashton to come sit beside you and calm your nerves, both about your news to share and about the awards, in his calming way. Before long, your boyfriend took his seat beside you, looking as impeccable as ever.
“You okay, love?” he whispered in your ear, noticing your shaken state.
You nodded, swallowing thickly. “Just…thinking, I guess.” You tried to put on a brave face so he wouldn’t worry, but Ashton knew you better than that.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” he hummed. “I’m okay with being your dirty little secret.” Ashton chuckled when no one was looking, sneaking a hand onto your thigh under the table.
“Ashton Fletcher!” You said, swatting his shoulder. “Don’t be dirty.”
You blushed when you realized other people had heard you, receiving some odd looks. Luckily, your embarrassment didn’t last long, for the host tapped the mic and began the show. Being at the Oscars was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but that was the furthest thing from your mind right now. If you received Actress of the Year, a whole new world would open up for your career. You were already famous in book terms, but you longed to be like the gorgeous movie stars you had adored as a young girl. Not only that, but you were ready to tell the world about Ashton. You were tired of hiding the man you loved so dearly from the world, just because of PR. 5 Seconds of Summer were at an all-time high in their career right now, and your win plus the announcement would only solidify that.
A sentence spoken through the mic snapped you out of your thoughts. “And now, for Actress of the Year, our nominees are…” the host read off a list of incredibly talented, beautiful women who were just as deserving of this award as you were. “And the Oscar goes to…Y/N L/N!” she cheered.
Your head was spinning as you soaked in the moment, only brought back to reality when you felt Ashton shaking your shoulder and cheering “Go up there!”. You flushed, hurriedly bunching your gown up in your hands and carefully walking up the stairs to the stage. You blushed again when she placed the trophy in your hands, realizing the goal you had set for yourself as a little girl was finally accomplished.
“I just want to start out by saying thank you,” You smiled as you spoke into the mic. “To my mentors, to my parents, to my directors this year, to the fans, and to every colleague that has given me feedback over the years. None of this would be possible without you. But there is one person that I feel like I need to give an extra special thanks to. Ashton Irwin, would you join me onstage?”
Ash blushed, hunching his lanky frame as he walked towards you, but enjoying the attention nonetheless. As soon as he was beside you, he wrapped an arm around you, smiling cheekily. “Great job, Y/N. I’m proud.” he whispered in your ear.
“I wanna give an extra special thanks to Ashton for being the best support system this past year. He’s seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. Even though he’s a musician, he’s given me some of the best acting advice I’ve ever received. So thank you, Ashton, for being the best boyfriend in the world.”
Without another thought, you turned, kissing Ashton passionately as the crowd began to cheer. Despite the fact that the select few fans were up in the nosebleeds of the theater, you could hear them cheering the loudest for you. As you two spun around on the stage, kissing and lost in each other’s eyes, you knew that this had been the right decision all along.
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GOOD GUY F*CKS BAD GIRL ft. SHOUTO TODOROKI
▹ NOTE. second time’s the charm (word count: 2.8k)
▹ WARNING. pornstar!au, sex on camera, this is filthy, fingering, sloppy sex, ass play, anal, oral (fem receiving), etc, minors dni
▹ SUMMARY. recently famous model shouto todoroki turns pornstar for the chance to meet you
It’s a big house somewhere in Beverly Hills. It’s easy to rent larger mansions out here, and the building your crew had selected was famous for filming. The marble floors were heated. The kitchen was filled with energy giving fruits. And you were clad in nothing but your underwear, makeup crew gingerly touching up your face.
It would’ve been a perfectly normal scene had it not been for the handsome stranger next to you. Tall. Broad and well defined. Muscular. He smells nice. Something woodsy and wintery, but not overbearing in the slightest. He was also stripped down to his boxers as a member of the staff went over the rules with him.
He would’ve been another perfect addition to your mile long list of hottie conquests, had it not been for his two tone hair. White on one side, red on the other. Heterochromatic eyes. IcyHot.
One of the newest models in advertising clearly enjoying his ten seconds of fame. His two tone hair and eyes, handsome face and gorgeous body had girls all over the world fawning over him. His selling of the post workout heating coolant had given him a catchy nickname that stuck.
But the porn industry isn’t modeling. And it only meant one thing for you. You’d be working with an amateur today.
“Why are you even here?” You scoff once the crew member is done going over the rules with him and once he wanders aimlessly to your side. “Aren’t you big in advertising, IcyHot?”
His eyes stay politely fixed on your face, completely unfazed by the black set of lingerie you’re displayed in. “Yes, a lot of people really seemed to like the way I looked in that commercial.”
A beat of silence passes as he waits for someone to lightly spray you with perfume. Waiting for them to bounce away before replying. “A lot of people commented that they wanted to see me naked, but I’m really here because I want to fuck you.”
“What?” You falter. His face is expressionless, maybe a bit surprised with how you’re reacting. But you’ve heated up. Completely embarrassed and caught off guard and embarrassed about being caught off guard because the guy you’re about to have sex with just confessed that he wants to fuck you.
He chuckles then. Gives you an unexpectedly fond smile before the camera man is calling the two of you into the bedroom.
You hop beside him in bed and lean against the bed frame with the camera pointed right at you. The cameraman asks the two of you to state your names (which get bleeped out) and declare that you are both sober and willing participants.
The cameraman starts asking Todoroki a few casual questions. “This is our favorite model’s first time in a porno, right?” The tone is light and teasing, expectant of his gorgeous actor.
“Yes.”
Todoroki is icy with his reply. Doesn’t smile or return any of the energy the director gives him. Even sits with his hands in his lap while you stare at his face right beside him. Doesn’t he know this is the time to be getting warmed up?
The director laughs awkwardly and brings up Todoroki’s excited fans, and you giggle on queue, playing your part. To make up for Todoroki’s short comings, you stretch one bare leg out towards the camera, keep the other tucked beneath you as you turn your body towards the man and place a calculated hand on his thigh.
“Whoa, enough talk, huh?” He chuckles, “looks like she’s ready to go. You sure you can handle her, IcyHot?”
He turns to face you before he replies. Looks into your face, face soft though not giving anything away, and says Yes.
And though it’s the same short reply he gave the cameraman earlier, your cheeks are burning up. Breath caught in your lungs before the director asks that you start with a kiss.
He wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you close. Pulls you right to his lips, and kisses you. Hard. Moving in slow sync to your own as your hands explore his bare chest. Every ridge of his muscles, the dip of his collar bones, his arms. Hard as steel and gripping your jaw. Keeping you locked in place for when he slips his tongue in. And you let out a soft moan. He tastes good. He knows how to use it. And you grind in his lap as you imagine where else he’ll tease you with his tongue.
A curious hand wanders down his chest, to the waistband of his boxers before you grip him through the fabric. He’s hard, and he grunts with your grip. Bites your lip when you give him a teasing stroke.
And then he knocks you back.
You giggle up at him, at his massive form, watching as he takes your knees and spreads you open.
“Not so fast,” he runs his hands up and down your legs, “I wanna take my time with you,” and with a firm grip to your thighs, flips you onto your stomach effortlessly and roughly spanks your ass. “Ass up.”
You weren’t expecting the golden boy to be so rough, lifting your hips off the mattress with a smirk pressed into the sheets.
He rubs your ass cheeks and runs his hands down your spine. Unclasping your bra and slowly pulling the straps off your shoulders. Only finding the seam of your panties when a firm hand wraps around the back of your neck, keeping you pinned in place. With the fingers of his other hand at your hips, he slowly grinds into your ass. “Want me to take these off?”
Yes, you whisper, grinding back into him.
He chuckles. Low and deep. And it excites you deep in your stomach.
He uses both hands to slowly slide the fabric over your hips, over the globe of your ass, watching as a string of your arousal clings to the fabric and breaks as he pulls it away. And he moans as he ghosts two fingers over your entrance, hand coming away slick though you’ve barely been touched.
“Keep your back arched for me.”
It’s your only instruction before you feel his warm tongue on your cunt. Teasing, exploring your clit with the tip of his tongue before moving to your quivering entrance. Circling, before plunging in. Both hands on your ass cheeks spreading you wide for him, he gives heavy licks to your cunt before sucking on your clit. Rubbing his tongue against the sensitive nerve before pushing the pink muscle into your body.
You grind back against his face, mouth agape in mindless concentration. Chasing the points that feel best. Praying for him to suck on your clit again and coat his whole mouth with your taste. You’re sloppy and soaked by the time he sinks a finger in. Pumping it in and out of you roughly as his thumb ghosts over your clit. Forcing you to arch back into him for more, for it to go deeper, for more sensation, greedily sucking in everything he gives you.
His tongue finds the rim of your ass. Spreads his spit all over you. When he finds that your little hole is too tight, he moves his middle finger out of your cunt and collects your juices, spreading it up to your dirty hole and massaging in pleasurable circles.
He plays with your clit with his tongue. Switching from quick movements to fat licks, letting you ride his face until you feel it. The accumulation of his efforts, all bundling into a tall stack of cards, just a breath away from being blown down.
You’ve been moaning. You only just notice as your voice gets louder, a sound of surprise and pleasure escaping your lungs. And he knows it. Monitoring your every reaction. Every hip grind and back arch. And when he feels your body on the cusp of release, he pushes his finger past that ring of muscle.
“Ohhh…!” You gasp as you cum, body shaking as he fucks his finger into your ass. “Oh…” shivers run down your spine as your crest of pleasure bleeds into the next, a sudden, mindless rush of need forcing you to roughly bounce back on that finger. Cunt empty and desperately clenching against nothing.
Todoroki has the audacity to chuckle. “I knew you’d like that,” he kisses your back as his other hand comes around to play with your fluttering pussy. “I’ve watched your videos so many times…I always wanted to be the one to make you do that.”
You whine when he pulls his hands away. Relieved when you finally hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper.
“I don’t really have to use this, do I?” You hear his voice behind you. You lift your upper body off the mattress to turn to him to reply, only to see him directing the question at the cameraman.
“You’re good, it’s not in her contract.”
“Hmm?” You hum before your face is forced back into the mattress. He kisses the back of your head as he presses his hard dick against your ass. The excitement of almost getting stuffed emptying your mind from everything else.
“Good,” he moans into your ear as he coats his cock with your slick, “I want to fuck you raw.”
A dreamy moan is your only response, grinding back onto his dick as he lifts himself off your body to grab his shaft. Rubbing the mushroom head up and down your cunt. Teasing your entrance with just the head of his cock before wandering back down.
When he finally meets you at the entrance, he’s slow. So painfully slow. The pleasure blindingly mind numbing as he slowly starts to fill you up. You sink deeper into pleasure as you realize how terribly thick he is. Arching your back and spreading your legs even more as he consumes every inch of you, and reaching so deep you gasp. He’s in your stomach. The tiniest shake of your hips and you feel every inch of his girth deep inside you. You moan as you fist the sheets. Pant as he holds painfully still. And whimper when you feel his thumb roll over your puckered hole.
“God, I’ve wanted this for so long…” he moans as he slowly starts to pull out. Pulling out only half way before fucking back into you.
“Oh my god…” you gasp as he slowly begins to fuck you, rocking you back on his dick. Shouto puckers his lips to form a heavy glob of spit, letting it slowly fall to reach and land on your asshole. The air cold around your tight hole.
He picks up the pace. Starts fucking into you roughly, and your moans can only get louder, less controlled as he bounces you on his cock. Rubbing his wet thumb around your rim, he pushes in to get a better grip on your ass. Squeezing your asscheek as his finger wet with his spit pushes in deeper.
“Ohhh my goddd…!” You gasp, “ugh, shouto…!”
“Uh uh,” he pulls his hand away from your ass in favor of two fingers, stretching you out and curling them as he pauses on fucking you. Stretching you out as your body struggles to adjust to an empty cunt. “You only wanted to call me IcyHot earlier, remember?”
“I’m sorry,” you whine, “god, you feel so good…”
He spanks your ass with his free hand and smirks when you yelp. “I feel so good, what?”
“I can’t say it,” your voice is hardly a breathy moan as you try to negotiate. “I’m not saying it..”
He hums thoughtfully, rubbing his hardened dick against the cheek of your ass instead of giving you any more stimulation. “Do you really deserve my cock then?”
“No,” you whine in confession, bringing your own hand under your body to rub messy circles against your clit. “But maybe I don’t need it.”
In one fluid motion he flips you over again. Pinning your arms over your head as he hovers over you. In all your time with your face shoved against the mattress, you had forgotten how gorgeous he was. How truly handsome that jawline and piercing eyes made him.
“That’s not very nice.”
“Nice girls don’t do porn,” you smirked back at him.
He kissed you, hard, passionately, moving his lips desperately against yours. Slipping his tongue into your mouth and forcing your taste on you. The sweetness mingling with his spit to create an intoxicating combination before he’s grinding against you again, hips rutting into your own in heady eagerness.
“Fuck me,” you beg when he breaks the kiss to kiss down your neck. Sucking harsh spots into the flesh. “Please, I need it…”
His kisses trail down your neck between your breasts. Licking and sucking at your nipples. Squeezing your breast in even more stimulation. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly. They would rub together for the tiniest bit of relief if his body wasn’t in the way. So you squeeze around him, arms thrown over his shoulders, in a desperate plea to be fucked until Shouto’s own pants and moans betray him.
“Where?” He moans at another sinful roll of your hips.
“Anywhere, please, anywhere.”
He lifts your hips with two large hands and plants your thighs over his own. You’re soaking wet everywhere, and he’s still coated in all your slick from the grinding. With a hand on his cock, he curves over you to meet his lips to yours. Press into you in a soft kiss before pushing the head of his cock into your tight ass, forcing a gasp out of your lungs that he swallows into his own.
“Ugh, god you’re so tight…” he moans it like a prayer, eyebrows furrowed in desperate pleasure as he slides more and more of his length into your tight little hole.
“Ohmygodohmygod…” you pant out hurriedly, hips stuttering as your body plunges you into an unexpected orgasm. “Please don’t stop, pleaseplease” and you cum, body spasming underneath Shouto’s as the blissful wave sends you over the edge, tingling your every nerve as it spreads through your body.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” he moans, holding you tightly before shuddering in his own release. Pumping his cum into your ass with every deep thrust, coating your insides in overflowing hot cum as he breeds your ass like a bull. “Ugh,” he shakes as he finally stills, still plugging your ass to keep any more cum from leaking out. You can feel the excess dripping down onto the sheets below.
“Don’t think I’m done with you,” he pants as he glares at you with his mismatched eyes. “I’m not stopping until I’ve done that to both your holes.”
Your body shudders at his words, pussy fluttering around nothing, and you know you still need it too.
“Cut!” The director startles you from beside the bed. Shouto subconsciously covers your body with his own before remembering you’re both on display for the camera.
“Why don’t ya give us the money shot, IcyHot?” He chuckles.
Shouto reluctantly pulls back to allow for a full camera view. Your naked and lewd body on full display, blossoming hickeys and soaked skin zoomed in for the camera, and finally, your sloppy cunt destroyed by the gorgeous man himself. His cum oozing slowly out of your ass.
“Glazed her ass like a donut!” He chuckles before turning the camera back to shouto, putting his muscular body on display as well. “Great job, IcyHot!”
Some vile emotion snakes it’s way down Shouto’s throat. He’s not sure what he’s feeling. But he’s glaring at the cameraman. Unwilling to the hit the showers just yet.
“Wait,” your sultry voice reaches out to both the men. You’re still on your back, stretching slowly in blissed out relaxation. “We’re not done yet,” you smile up at Shouto, meeting his irritation with playful bedroom eyes. “Don’t you wanna see more?”
The director laughs and runs a hand through his thinning hair, “uh, yeah I wanna see more! If you two crazy kids got anything left in the tank. We’ll take a quick break, rehydrate and fuel up, and uh, if you two are willing, I got plenty more to shoot.”
You gingerly ease into sitting up, ignoring the inevitable wet spot that’ll be there on the bed once you get up. “That sounds good to me, what about you, IcyHot?”
Shouto smirks at the nickname. He’s been called it millions of times ever since that commercial, but somehow it feels that it’s found it’s rightful home on your tongue.
He rubs his thumb against your cheek as you sit on the edge of the bed looking up at him with ruined makeup. He still hasn’t stuffed your pretty face with his cock. There’s still so much that he has to do to you. “Yeah, quick break,” he resigns, resting the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip. “And then I’ll show you how to put that pretty mouth to good use.”
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Don't mind me, I'm just here to ramble about the frequent misinterpretation of Legolas.
In a lot of fan content, I tend to see him get portrayed as a feminine, scatterbrained diva or something along that line. He's depicted as girly and overly dramatic. It's not like I haven't been entertained by the memes about Legolas and his hair products or stuff like that, but hear me out - just because he's pretty doesn't mean he's girly or shallow (equating those two things is another separate issue altogether).
The thing is, even though he's pretty and has perfect hair, he's actually quite masculine, and his actor even has quite classically masculine features (face and physique). What's more, Legolas is an elf. Elves don't need beauty products, and I doubt most of them would care much for them anyway. They're naturally like the most beautiful creatures. Both the dudes and the ladies have long hair, so in that context, that feature doesn't necessarily suggest girlishness to me. Anyway, this is basically to say that I don't care for the self-absorbed, appearance-focused, girly diva interpretation of Legolas I see in fan content. There's much more to him than that.
The movies unfortunately gave Legolas his reputation as a Captain Obvious, which does him a disservice in bringing out this depiction of Legolas as a ditsy, dumb guy with an empty head. (It probably wasn't the intention, but it's a byproduct nonetheless.) Besides being portrayed as a Captain Obvious, another disservice done to him by the movies is the emphasis on Legolas as a cool action guy, superhero level, and maybe even invincible. But book Legolas is actually more human(?). That is to say, he gets scared and downhearted and cries just like all the rest of the Fellowship. While it's true that even in the books he does tend to maintain a more optimistic, lighthearted disposition than the others, he's still imperfect. He's still a person with hopes and fears and dreams and feelings, and he's not beyond forgetting the words to songs. ;p Yes, he cracks jokes, but he also does "not wish to go to Moria," and he grumbles when he has to be blindfolded in Lorien. Pretty relatable on many levels.
None of this is meant to be a book purist's rude degradation of movie Legolas, but just to lament the way I personally feel he is so misinterpreted and misrepresented. Legolas isn't shallow or one-dimensional. He's brave, he's strong, he's caring, and he's open-minded enough to take risks and make connections that are unconventional. He's respectful to his leaders, he's passionate about saving the world, destroying the Ring, and rescuing Merry and Pippin. He's helpful and committed to the Fellowship even though he doesn't have to be. He's compassionate towards people he doesn't have to care about.
So while we have characters like Boromir who are so frequently misunderstood and misrepresented, let's have some justice for Legolas, too.
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The similarity and differences between Peter Parkers in these movies ( ones specifically named ‘Peter Parker’) is wildly fascinating to me
Welcome to the Peter essay (sorry no mla format)
The most obvious connection the movie wants you to make is between Ripeter and Pb. They are introduced one after another, they are one of miles’ biggest relationships in the film and both have their faces shown and out during most of it. Pb’s nickname literally is a reference to a -b list actor. He’s the second, not as good one.
Neither of the two meet but I’m so burningly curious what they’d even say to each other. It’s like staring at a warped mirror, your own face reflected back at you but it’s off.
We will never get these answers because this isn’t Peter’s story or movie and that’s a good thing. But that’s exactly what fanfiction is for. Anyways let’s talk about the other Peter that shows up in itsv.
Spiderman noir himself, in contrast to the first dynamic this one is barely even grazed. Mostly because noir doesn’t take off his mask besides one flashback and two they are so wildly different in comparison to Ripeter and him. He’s not standard spiderman all that but he also lives in a completely separate time period so it’s hard to see him as a Peter if he just did things differently or lived a bit longer but rather as his own entity entirely.
For the record I’m not going to be talking about lizard Peter as he’s got so little screen/ reference time in these films but it is important to note his insecurity, his vulnerability and the fact that this is most Peter’s experiences in highschool without powers. He’s an origin point but he is his own character as well.
Pb is jaded that is the best way to describe him, he’s self centered, self destructive, a cynical burn out who’s world weary, emotionally compromised and sarcastic especially before he gets his life back together. We don’t get much of Ripeter but the directors made him to be as competent as possible, snarky, determined, heroic, quintessential spider stuff, but he is tired, he’s trying but it’s not enough, he literally breaks down on a Christmas album he’s recording.Noir is “hard boiled, he’s rebellious, dramatic,hardworking but fight happy,chaotic and quick to adapt,genuine but suppresses his own emotions. He’s meant to be a love letter to those films but he’s got so much more to him than a couple gimmicks. The way he so freely says I love you and means it isn’t a trait either of the other spiders would do. It’s not indicative of the genre either.
The thing that connects all these people besides their names is the trait of being weary, ranging from being exhausted Ripeter to a straight up burnt out peter b. Noir is tired too but he’s not constrained the same way the others are, he’s tired of the tragedies that go on not the repetitive nature of being a spider for a long time,he’s angry. He loses everything but he lashes back at the world. The tiredness he feels motivates him in a way. Pb shuts down when the people he loves leave or die, he essentially regresses to being that same weird nerdy antisocial kid all those years ago. Ripeter doesn’t have any of his family and loved ones die or leave so he ends up being the one to leave them but you can see how he could very well be pb if that were to happen to him.
Lastly I wanna talk about their relationships to miles, being the only character to have interacted with all of them
Ripeter’s relationship is also interesting to look back in hindsight since the news that if he hadn’t been bitten, Peter wouldn’t have died hurts miles the most out of all the things Miguel says to him. Miles was a fan of Peter, not to the extent ganke was but he looked up to him and throughout the film he spends the majority of it trying to make good on Peter’s last wish/ words. He literally tries to emulate him, seen in the fact he buys a Halloween costume of his outfit when told to hide his face. Peter for his part is so relieved and happy to know he’s not alone, this event is likely what would’ve stopped him from being pb. He recognizes that there’s danger and doesn’t expect him to do things alone like he did, he wants miles to not have to go through what he had to. Miles ends up having to go through what he had to very intentionally ironically. But the way that Ripeter is and what he represents to miles is why Pb is setup for disappointment. The arc is wrapped up when miles uses one of his old suits and spray paints something new with it. Becoming a hero in his own right but having his legacy being the thing that backs it. The suit being critiqued in spider society is interesting because it can be read that he’s just a pale imitation, crudely painted over top of something he was never a part of. Something perfect that he ruined.
Peter b and Miles’ relationship is essentially the entirety of the first film, and to a certain point it’s half of the second too. Peter’s advice aren’t things you really wanna know as a superhero but they are valid. It’s boring and practical, not the flashy excitement miles was hoping for. In the end he does seem to take hold of it though judging by miles’ baby powder sponsorship. From initially ditching him to being his biggest advocate, Peter’s opinion shifts quickly for the kid. It’s an arc that resolves in the second movie when he literally has fixed his relationship and had a kid because of miles, one he’s absolutely crazy for. He becomes a pseudo father figure to him in a sense. One with a completely opposite approach to it than his actual father, miles in turn learns from both, the boring parts too. It’s why Peter’s betrayal hurts more, we don’t know his exact reasons but we know he doesn’t hold any actual malice towards the kid and he doesn’t agree with the chase either, their relationship will need repaired but I believe these two can do it.
Noir and miles don’t have a ton of one on one interactions but we do see the dynamic they have which is more than some. The way he regards miles and his situations are very interesting. The most obvious scene is when we get “surprise attack!” Where he is sparing with miles in order to get him ready for what kingpin has in store for him. There’s a clear difference between this scene and one where noir is fighting someone else or even miles fighting another spider, this isn’t noir beating up miles and taking his lunch money this is a warm up. He encourages miles even when he’s asking if he can close off his own feelings so that he doesn’t have to bear the weight of his morally ambiguous actions. He wants miles to be ready to be a spider, with all that entails. There’s a lot of unpleasantness that comes with it which isn’t something either of the other Peters truly bring up. When they all huddle together Peter brings up they are doing this right in front of him, sorta confused. I think it’s fun to see that noir personally probably would’ve just said the things he was thinking and concerned about to miles directly. His poor kid line from pb and miles argument sounds like he can relate to his feelings of frustration of wanting to do more but not being ready to. His reaction to miles freaking out over the fact that the prowler is his uncle is to say that’s a pretty hardcore origin story, not realizing that’s insensitive before peni elbows him. It’s like telling a kid that a scratch will heal into a cool scar. Making good out of bad. The last one is when he leaves, he in no uncertain terms, tells him that he loves them all. There’s no caveats to it, there’s no conditions there’s just unconditional support. Nothing in the second movie complicates this either, he is not in spider society. He never chases him,he never lies or sells him out and he is one of the first responders when miles is in trouble. It makes sense since he’s not in a lot of movie but miles’ relationships to other characters with similar screen time are actually wildly different.
Most of the Peter’s in this movie are dead, like half. Technically more than half of you think noir has been revived already in this canonicity. They’ve also got really confirmable ages. Pb is 38 in itsv, Ripeter is 26 when he died. To me noir is tricky but I always draw him in the 21-35 age range it’s funny if he’s young .
Tell me if I missed anything I have severe brainrot for this series in general
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Fan trans VS Official trans: The Spotted Deer And The Snow Leopard
First difference is that in the official English manga, the chapter is called The JAPANESE Deer and the Snow Leopard.
So... is Rosé a chital or a sika deer?
When Luke confess to Rosé that he ate the duck Bob, she misunderstands and thinks he meant he pretended to eat her during the filming. In the official trans, she says: "You mean you chewed up the scenery?
Interesting difference here is that in the fan trans, Rosé says: "I don't care what you want" when Luke tells her he doesn't deserve the reward he got for best actor. In the official she says: "I don't care what happens to you."
So in one she says she has no interest in him wanting to take responsibility because he feels like it is the right thing to do. In the other she says she doesn't care about what happens to him once he confess.
Hmm... I think the fan trans works better, but they are rather different. Either way, it shows that even though Rosé has been told that an innocent duck has been killed, she is more concerned about her acting career.
Here, the text baloon says "hmph!" as if Luke if the one grunting when pulling Rosé off of him. In the official it says "swff" which I'm guessing is a sound effect of Rosé being pulled away.
Huh, beside the excamples I just told you about and some wording aside, these two translations are pretty similar!
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Part V: ...lovers
Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader
Genre/tags: Actors AU, Somewhat Canon Compliant, Stranger to Friends to Lovers, Slow(ish) Burn
Series summary:
It wasn't during your first encounter, nor the second or third. You've lost count of how many times your paths crossed before you truly got to know him. He was a rare soul, hiding his kindness and true emotions, revealing them only through his actions
In this (maybe low-key soulmate AU) story, follow Actress!Reader and Idol!Min Yoongi as their chance encounters gradually blossom into a deep and lasting connection. This is a slowish-burn journey from strangers to friends to lovers, as they bond over shared passions and kindness.
Warning: Some cursing. So fluffy you'd want to kick your feet around. Soft Yoongi.
A/N: Please see end os story notes :)) Let's be friends and stan Yoongi together on twitter @itsdndwn 💜💜
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Also read on: AO3
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2026
Since that night in your apartment, you and Yoongi have been texting back and forth again, solidifying your established connection. Yet, amid this closeness, you couldn't help but grapple with the confusion of your feelings. You enjoyed your interactions with him, but a nagging fear lingered at the back of your mind—that perhaps Yoongi was just caught up in the situation, still playing the role of Minho to your Minseo. You worried that one day he might realize he could stop pretending and leave you behind.
Months after the episodes aired, you both continued to receive comments from fans asking for a continuation of their story. The photo shoot and interview sessions that you and Yoongi did only fueled the fire even more, your undeniable chemistry was once again evident to the public.
One day, as you hung out in your apartment, another newfound routine you had established with Yoongi, you broached the topic. The two of you were sitting comfortably on your couch, each momentarily preoccupied with something else but still enjoying each other's company, a welcome break from your busy schedules.
Your agent sent a message, reminding you to give your decision about the production company's offer to proceed with the sequel of that drama. You had presumed some time ago that your manager might have some superpower, and she proved it once again with the timing of the text as if she knew you were hanging out with Yoongi on that unsuspecting Thursday night.
You sighed, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. "You know, Yoongi, the production company is nagging me about a possible sequel for Minseo and Minho," you said, your voice tinged with both annoyance and uncertainty.
Yoongi leaned back against the sofa, deep in thought, pausing from his tinkering on the laptop he had brought with him. He had claimed that working in your company boosted his productivity, and you tried hard to suppress the butterflies threatening to burst from your stomach ever since.
"I've heard about it too, and I can understand why they'd want more," he said, his voice measured.
The unspoken "but" hung in the air, a shared hesitation between you both.
You continued, "This might come as a surprise, but I don't think we should do it. To me, Minseo and Minho's story isn't meant to be explored further. There's beauty in letting the audience imagine what's next for those two."
Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. "Sometimes, leaving things to the imagination can be more powerful."
"Besides, our schedules are going to be crazy this year. You're busy preparing for the group's comeback, and I have other projects lined up as well." You shot him a warm smile, your eyes filled with understanding. "And ultimately, I know it's not something you truly want to do."
Yoongi sent you a grateful smile and decided to open up a bit more. "Honestly, I've got so much on my plate with the group's comeback. And, well, I've been working on some solo stuff too.”
Your curiosity got the best of you as you prodded further, "Solo stuff? That sounds exciting. Are you planning something big?"
He nodded, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, I thought it was about time to work on new songs and concepts."
"Is Agust D making a comeback too then?" you asked hopefully, your admiration for his solo work no longer a well-kept secret.
Yoongi chuckled softly, surprised by your enthusiastic response. "Why? Have you heard of him?"
"Heard of him? Yoongi!" you exclaimed, your frustration mixed with embarrassment. "I'll have you know that I was at your final show!" you quickly added.
Yoongi's eyebrow raised in surprise. "Really? Are you a fan, then?"
Your cheeks turned a shade of red as you struggled to find the right words. "I, uh... I mean, I've enjoyed your music, okay?" You buried your head in one of your throw pillows, feeling like a teenager admitting her feelings to a crush.
He chuckled, a warm and amused sound that filled the room. "Hey! In all the time we've known each other, I haven't heard you mention this. At all."
Peeking out from behind the pillow, your cheeks still flushed, you admitted, "Well, it's not something I go around telling everyone, you know? Besides, you never asked!"
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his mischievous eyes locked onto yours. "So tell me, which song do you like best?"
"One song?" You whimpered, feeling a touch overwhelmed. Your brain quickly reviewed your choices, from his first mixtape to his solo album. "You can't ask me to pick just one favourite!"
He grinned, clearly enjoying your dilemma. "Come on, it can't be that hard. Just one."
You pretended to ponder for a moment, although your heart had already made the decision. "Alright, if I really have to choose one, then... " With a heavy heart, you finally revealed your pick, feeling guilty about slighting his other songs by only choosing one.
His grin widened, satisfied with your choice and your dramatic expression. "Good taste," he teased, making you blush even more.
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As you sat in your script reading session for your upcoming shoot, news broke from a notorious media outlet. The headline screamed, "Suga Spotted Leaving Restaurant with Mystery Woman." Your heart sank, and a wave of sadness washed over you. You quickly put your phone away, not wanting to deal with the emotional turmoil while having to run through the script with the rest of the cast and crew.
The session ran for a few hours, and unbeknownst to you, your silenced phone had been going off nonstop. Messages and calls were coming in rapid succession. When the session finally finished, your manager met you with an exasperated look as you entered the car heading to your agency office.
Your manager called your name, irritation clear in her voice. “Do you have something to tell me?”
You furrowed your eyebrows as you leaned against the backseat of the car. “What are you talking about?”
“The article,” she said.
Your mind wandered to the headline you saw earlier. She shouldn’t be concerned about that. Was there anything else? Apparently, your continued silence was her breaking point.
“At which point were you planning to tell me about your shenanigans with one Min Yoongi of BTS?” she said in frustration.
Your eyes popped open in shock, your head quickly turning to look at her in surprise.
"Don't look so surprised. This is exactly what would happen if you decide to date anyone without telling me and the agency. Well, it's just magnified since it's him," she said as she handed you her tab, with the browser open to the article you saw the headline of earlier.
As you read through the piece, your anxiety heightened. It detailed how Yoongi had been photographed leaving a low-key restaurant some time ago. You continued scrolling, your heart pounding in your chest.
Then, your shock was palpable as you came across the photo. It was indeed Yoongi, leaving the restaurant, and the woman by his side was unmistakably you. Your friend's burger joint, the one you had insisted he try, was the backdrop for the photograph.
You clearly remembered that night. You and Yoongi were hanging out late in your new apartment when he mentioned craving a burger. You quickly convinced him to try out the burger joint that your friend had recently opened nearby. Seeing your enthusiasm, Yoongi quickly agreed with a teasing smile. It was late, in the middle of the week, unlikely that the restaurant would have many customers, but you still called ahead and asked your friend for a private table in the back of the restaurant, more for Yoongi's privacy than your own.
You and Yoongi had walked there and later back to your apartment, ditching your car, thinking that no one would pay attention to two people in baggy hoodies, sweatpants, face masks, and beanies strolling through your quaint neighbourhood.
Amidst your walk back, Yoongi had playfully proposed a bet, centered around Bagel's reaction to the enticing scent of meat grease that clung to both of you. As his confident owner, you felt affronted by the challenge. After all, who knew your fur baby better than you? So, with a smirk, you swiftly accepted Yoongi's bet.
As you entered the apartment, Bagel's reaction was decidedly different from what you expected. Despite your confidence in your pet-owning abilities, Bagel inexplicably favoured Yoongi's choice of bet. It was sheer dumb luck that won Yoongi the bet, and he couldn't help but grin triumphantly.
As the winner, he reserved the right to choose your next dinner destination. He quickly explained that he enjoyed the culinary adventure you had embarked on together, surprised that you, a former model with a notorious diet plan, had such a deep appreciation for food. You laughed along to his answer, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind his choice.
However, despite the laughter, a nagging feeling tugged at you. There was an air of nervousness in Yoongi's demeanour as he explained, a hint of hesitation in his voice and a subtle stutter that you couldn't quite ignore. It was as though he was hiding something, leaving you with a sense of curiosity and intrigue about what he might be keeping from you.
He has yet to exercise his right. Both of your schedules had been crazy, and you hadn’t hung out in the last two weeks. Just last night, he finally confirmed that he’ll come over to hang out tonight.
A wave of guilt and regret washed over you. You shouldn't have insisted on going to that restaurant.
“Manager-nim.” You whispered. “What do I do…?”
Your manager sighed, “Thankfully, you had the presence of mind to put on a disguise, and it's clear that fans haven’t discovered your new address yet,” referring to the fact that you had just moved to this new neighbourhood the week before that photograph was taken. “You’re not named in the article, but it's evident that the masses are inclined to think it’s you.”
You had no words to say, still clearly in shock.
Unfazed by your silence, your manager continued, “Now, you need to tell me what’s going on with you and him. We’re in touch with Big Hit, and both upper managements are prepared to release a joint statement for the two of you if necessary.”
“But...” You hesitated. “We’re not even dating.”
She frowned, her tone laced with concern. "Are you sure? If you're not dating now, do you think you might be soon?"
You weren't entirely sure. You knew you'd developed feelings for him, and you certainly enjoyed spending time together. But beyond that, Yoongi hadn't indicated his feelings clearly. At least, that's how it felt to you.
“I’ll cancel your meetings for the rest of the day,” your manager decided. “Please take some time to figure this out and let me know by tomorrow morning. We’ll have to release a statement by tomorrow night, at the very least.”
Numbly, you nodded. She had the driver direct the car to your home, and they left you alone with your thoughts.
You made your way to the couch, letting out a deep sigh. In the comfort of your home, the buzz of your phone in your purse finally caught your attention. Retrieving your phone, you found a flurry of messages from your manager, your best friend, and Yoongi himself.
You quickly sent a message to your best friend, asking him to give you some time to sort things out before you could tell him anything. You pondered how to break the news to him – the fact that you'd known Yoongi for a long time and had been hanging out with him after your drama shooting. You knew your best friend would recognize the woman spotted with Yoongi as you; he'd been shipping you two since the day your first drama episode with Yoongi aired.
With that message sent, you turned your attention to Yoongi's messages. His messages were a mix of concern and curiosity. He had sent a flurry of messages in the span of a few hours, along with phone calls too.
Yoongi: Hey, I saw the article. Are you okay?
Yoongi: Why aren't you answering your phone?
Yoongi: I tried calling, but you didn't pick up.
Yoongi: We should talk about this.
Yoongi: Oh, you're in the script reading session. Sorry.
Yoongi: I hope it's going well!
Yoongi: I know you've been wanting to play this type of character.
Yoongi: Don't worry, they won't publish more articles.
Yoongi: Big Hit is prepared to take legal measures.
Yoongi: Just... text me back when you see this.
Yoongi: Can I still come over tonight?
You sighed, realizing that he must have been worried sick about you. While you needed some time to sort out your feelings, you understood the urgency of the situation. Figuring out that you'd have a few hours before Yoongi would be free, you quickly replied, confirming that he could come over anytime, as your other meetings had been cancelled for the day.
To your surprise, not even an hour later, there was a knock on your door. You approached it cautiously, peering through the peephole to confirm the visitor's identity. It was indeed Yoongi, but he was heavily disguised, making you double-take to ensure it was not some creepy stalker trying to impersonate him.
Yoongi entered, looking both relieved and apologetic. "Sorry for being a bit late," he said, his voice slightly muffled by his ensemble. "I had to dodge the frenzy of fans and paparazzi waiting at the front of the agency building." He let out a frustrated sigh, clearly not a fan of the situation.
You gave a subtle nod, and without a word, the two of you slipped into an established routine, a comforting habit that had naturally developed whenever Yoongi visited.
First, as always, Yoongi switched his shoes for his pair of slippers. The comfortable black ones he had bought and stored at your apartment.
Then, he'd head to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He’d always use the mug he had brought for himself—a simple white mug adorned with a repeating pattern of his faces, clearly merchandise from somewhere.
Next, he claimed his spot on the couch, the one near a labelled box where his various chargers were neatly stored. On one of his first visits, he had adorably bemoaned your choice of gadgets, complaining that he'd have to bring his own set of chargers to your place. And so, he did that the next time he was over.
Lastly, you'd bring him snacks from your pantry. He had stocked some of his and your favourite snacks there after discovering your lack of inventory. As you were picking your choice for the night, you noticed that you'd need to restock some of his favourites, which he had finished during his last visit.
As you closed the pantry door, you froze in disbelief. When had this become a routine? The realization hit you like a tidal wave, and you couldn't help but feel astonished by how seamlessly he had integrated himself into your life, forming a comfortable routine without you even realizing it.
When you place the snacks on the coffee table, Yoongi already sheds his disguise. Now completely at ease in his simple white t-shirt and ripped jeans. As you both settled on the couch, there was a brief silence in the room. You could feel the weight of the situation hanging in the air.
Finally, Yoongi broke the silence. "I'm really sorry about all this."
You looked at him, noticing the sincerity in his eyes. Despite the new chaos surrounding your lives, you could still see the familiar warmth in his gaze. "I'm the one who should be apologizing, Yoongi. I insisted we go out that night."
He shook his head. "No, it's not your fault," Yoongi replied firmly. "If anyone should apologize, it's me. I was the one recognized in that photo, not you. If you had gone out with someone else that night, none of this would have happened."
You were taken aback by Yoongi's response, his words filled with self-blame. As he let out a deep sigh, his frustration was palpable, and it tugged at your heartstrings.
"It shouldn't be like this,” Yoongi muttered under his breath before saying his next words clearly at you, "I- I hate that I can't even take you out for an impromptu meal without it turning into a potential scandal."
You reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, Yoongi. We just need to be patient and let things settle down. Maybe... maybe we should stop hanging out until then?"
"Do you really want that?" Yoongi asked solemnly.
As Yoongi looked at you with a serious expression, you couldn't help but hesitate for a moment. The thought of not seeing him for an extended period tugged at your heart. But you also knew that it might be the best course of action for both of your careers and peace of mind.
You replied, your voice tinged with reluctance, "I don't want that, Yoongi, but I also don't want to keep causing trouble for you or us. Maybe it's for the best, at least for a little while."
Yoongi let out a huff, his gaze dropping to the snacks on the coffee table. "See... I- fuck. This is exactly why I've been stopping myself. You deserve better... You deserve someone who can express his feelings and take you out on dates freely."
You were stunned by his words, unsure if he really meant what you thought he meant.
"What are you saying, Yoongi?" Your voice quivered with a mix of emotions.
"Do you really not know?" He whispered into the night, his voice filled with longing. "Have I not been obvious enough for you?"
You were speechless, your mind racing as you tried to process his confession.
"Clearly, I haven't been," he muttered under his breath. He turned to you and took your hands in his, prompting you to hitch your breath at the intimate gesture.
In the dimly lit room, with the weight of Yoongi's words hanging heavily in the air, you found yourself caught in a moment of vulnerability. His fingers gently caressed the back of your hand, sending shivers down your spine.
"Yoongi, I..." You began, struggling to find the right words, "I didn't want to assume anything."
He heaved another deep sigh before looking into your eyes with a mixture of longing and sincerity. He whispered your name softly, as if he had been keeping himself from saying this for a long time, "I care about you."
Your heart raced as you searched his eyes for any sign that this wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment confession. But what you found was a depth of emotion that mirrored your own.
"I had a plan," he let a curse slip from his lips again, "I didn't want to rush you or make things more complicated, especially with our careers and everything. But when I saw that article, I knew I needed you to know how I feel."
The sincerity in his voice and the tenderness of his touch made your heart swell with emotion. You were deeply moved by his confession and the fact that he had planned something special before the chaos of the article had intervened.
A soft smile graced your lips as you replied, "Yoongi, I care about you too, maybe even more than I should."
He responded with a genuine smile, one filled with warmth and kindness—the same smile that had captured your attention and perhaps even your heart when you first saw it years ago.
Leaning in closer, his forehead gently resting against yours, he spoke softly, "Then maybe we should give us a chance. We can be discreet, take it slow, and see where it leads."
It was an enticing proposition, one that filled you with excitement. As you gazed into Yoongi's eyes, you couldn't deny the connection that had been silently growing between you.
"I'd like that," you replied, a small smile gracing your lips.
In that intimate moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. It was just the two of you, finally acknowledging the feelings that had been quietly blossoming. The kiss that followed was gentle, a promise of something new and uncertain, yet undeniably exciting.
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A/N: AAAAAHHH it's the end!!! With this, I'd like to announce that this story will be a part of a new series, Unspoken Hearts: A Love Story in Moments. Soulful Strangers was always meant to be an introduction to their relationship. I already have a few more stories up my sleeves for these two, some are just gonna be short drabbles and some are longer, you'll see (At least I hope you will!) 😉🥰
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Cinema (Elliot Wiltshire intro story)
Male Yandere Oc x GN reader
Plot: You finally get to meet your favorite director at your local theater's indie film night.
AN: For an anon that asked for a story with a similar plot. I had this in devlopement and hope it's too your liking
Word count: 2.5k
Warning: gore mentions
Indie movie night. An event you looked forward to on each date . Every other Friday, your local movie theater hosts films from smaller production studios, most coming from the nearby college or filmed in the backyards of your neighbors. A way to connect with the community – as the owner stated. The movies varied in quality as such an event would have; but there was always one director who had seats packed every opening show.
Mr. E. Wiltshire. A lover of all things macabre as the handle on his social media page proclaimed. If his works were a measure of that passion, then what he claimed was true to the letter. As one would guess, he area of expertise was horror films; specifically gorey blood baths meant as a shock factor as well as a display of gruesome art. The terror in the actor’s eye would become that of whoever witnessed the feat’s; screams leaving everyone pale upon exit of the theater. The gore was on par with major studios; the slice of a blade or hack of a saw heavy with so much detail and precision – almost as if it were all real.
Needless to say, he became quite popular in town with a decent fanbase; and you the best one. You were always the first in line for tickets; glued to your seat until the lights came on. You tried to find out more about him, but information was so hard to come by. The only link you had was the page listed on a pamphlet you got one night. It hasn’t been updated in months, the only post about a new camera he had gotten around the time. Still determined, you sent a message to him; a couple – though embracing to admit. Unfortunately you never got a reply, even if that little green light next to his name appeared.
Regardless, you remained a loyal fan, even gaining a few friends in the process; which led you to where you were one chill Friday eve. You were waiting at the theater’s doors, two tickets in hand. Two months prior, you were stopped by someone as you were leaving; bashful and stumbling on his words – but able to get his point across in the end. He claimed to be a fellow fan of Wiltshire’s films, seeing you at every show and finally having the courage to walk up and talk to you. With that mutual interest you became fast friends, meeting up at every show since.
Tonight, however, was special. A poster on a wall beside you boasted of the events to come; at last – a meet and greet with the mysterious director. It was all you and your friend could talk about until yesterday; both of you excited to finally meet your favorite director. It was odd that he wasn’t here by now; in fact, no one was. Sure you had gotten there about thirty minutes early, but you usually were the only earlier bird.
Brushing it aside, you enter the theater. It was getting too cold for you to keep waiting outside. The warmth of the lobby wraps around you; the smell of buttery popcorn in the air. With your first few steps inside, you bump into someone coming from the opposing corridor. You take the brunt of the collision, falling back along with whatever he was holding falling beside you. Shaking off the force, your’re meet with a hand at face level.
“Sorry about that. Need a hand?” You take it, breath leaving you as he pulls you up with one swift motion. He was wearing a turtleneck, its sleeve brushing your palm as he held it. Side swept auburn hair framed the left side of his face; roots of strawberry curls poking through. They failed to cover the side of his head; namely where his ear, the lobe missing and being stitched hastily closed at one point. His soft hazel eyes stare into yours, a smile spreading – his fingers squeezing your hand lightly.
“Is everything alright?”
You snap to attention. “Oh, yea. Just a bit winded I guess.”
He chuckles. “Guess that fall hit harder than I thought. Are you here for the indie film tonight?”
“Yes, I am actually. I’m looking forward to meeting the director afterwards. I’m a big fan.”
“That so? Well I hope you enjoy the show.” He finally lets go of your hand, reaching down to pick up his possession. Tucking the camera under his arm, he looks back at you one final time.
“And I do mean that, Y/n~”
You turn to him, already gone into the abyss that was the back of the theater. That was - odd. You had been to this theater a lot, so maybe he heard your name in passing. Maybe it was all in your head. You didn’t have time to worry about it. It was almost time for the show, and your friend still hadn’t arrived. You pull out your phone to message him, spotting a notification on screen instead. It was a message from E himself, sent only a few minutes ago. You quickly open it, forgetting about your friend for just a moment.
“Good evening, Y/n. I apologize for never returning your messages, we have been so busy with productions lately. As an apology, I’ve sent you the poster for tonight’s film. Unfortunately; we didn’t have the time to get it printed for the theater, but I thought you might like to see it personally.”
Below the wall of text was a picture. A shadowy figure sat in a dark room, another hovering over with its hands near the former's neck. A human heart was silhouetted behind the pair; traces of blood on the standing individuals' palms and the faint trace of a smile on its face. A light in the corner of the frame acted as the only source of Illumination for the picture; casted over the unsuspecting victim and the slasher as well as the room. Faint, round structures were littered about; appearing like tombstones – or the backs of chairs.
“Love's façade.” A title marked in bold red lettering; seeming to have been written on the paper itself rather than in the drawing.
“See you soon.”
Your eyes widen. Your friend was not going to believe this. You look around the room once more. Still no sign of him, and it was almost show time. He could buy his own ticket at this point. You head to the theater area, all signs blank except for the final one on the plot. Entering, you're met with the silence of an empty theater and a blank screen; the light of the projector feeding into the room. As the doors click back into place the movie begins; you scrambling to a seat as it starts.
There were no beginning credits, the film opening on a shot of a picture falling to the floor. It was of a model; skin smooth and full of shine; teeth pearly and hair of silk. More follow the same person in different positions, smiling and posing carefree; unaware of the danger looming beyond frame. It slowly crept forth, a falling black mass that grew closer with each snap of the camera.
Closer.
And closer.
And closer, until.. it collided with their skull.
The pictures continue; glass from a fallen stage light littered the floor; blood pooling on the white surface below. The model, once beautiful and full of youth, now laid glass-eyed and bathed in their own blood like a crimson snow angel. The shots focused on their slack limbs, the bits of gore spilling from their head, the lifelessness in their dead eyes – blow leaking from their sockets like red tears. The pictures of them stop, but others appear. A smiling face here, a bludgeoned skull the next slide. The acts of violence and vague features of the victims almost seemed - familiar. As the slides went on, the images became more crude and mocking. Eyes scratched out where someone had theirs removed, edges burnt where someone was burned alive. This held a different passion that those before it; one born of pure hatred overall. This cycle of gore persisted until the final image; one that brought chills far worse than any before it.
You couldn’t even make out much detail; the only thing remaining a pile of red mush and shards of skull poking through – but that’s not what caught your attention. The before picture was of two people this time. The one on the left was so scratched up you weren’t able to tell who it was, but the one on the right was a different story. It was yet another of a person in their prime, grinning stupidly with their arm around the other. What differentiated this one from the rest was its border. A red heart drawn around their face as well as over their eyes. Though the picture was shotty, you could almost recognize its surroundings and the face on screen. The screen fades to black before you can get a closer look.
It opens once more to the shot of a theater, the very one you now sat in. A man sat in the lobby behind a white table, leg bouncing aimlessly; hands over his mouth. He wore a gray turtleneck, collar concealing his face further. He places his head in his lap; right as the movie jump cuts to another scene.
“Elliot, we’ve been over this.”
He was now sitting at a kitchen table, camera pointed on him though others spoke in the background. Their words sound slightly off, like they were on recording. The camera pans down to the table as a script is tossed upon it.
“You can’t keep writing this shit. It’s repulsive.”
“I just think that-"
“I don’t want to hear it. Your mother and I are tired of it. If I hear one more thing about this film bullshit I’m going to break your wrists so you can never write again!”
A fist slams on the table, echoing as the shot returns to the theater. A door opens off screen, footsteps easing down the hall till they reach the lobby. Normally, extras would be seen in a place like this, but there were none. You couldn’t expect much from indie films, but the vacant added any extra level of eeriness. It looked like all the machines were off too.
“Excuse me?”
Elliot looks up. The camera slowly zooms up to the figure on the other side of the table. Your heart tightens in your chest. They looked almost exactly like you, down to the sweater you lost weeks ago. There were slight differences; natural hair color visible through the one that mirrored yours, skin pale and clothes slightly baggy. They also wore a mask to cover their own features, something that Elliott doesn’t seem to mind as he speaks up.
“Yes?”
“A-are you the person that made tonight’s film?”
“Yea..” He clears his throat. “Yeah I am…” He stands up, holding out his hand. “I’m Elliott.”
They take it. “Y/n.”
-
The scene changes abruptly, like a channel changing station. It was yet another shot of the theater albeit much grainier and shot on a different camera. The cameraman breathed heavily, seeming to be waiting for someone or thing. The lens zoomed in on the doors to a room, angled from outside the theater as a whole. A single person walks through the doors, turning in the direction of the exit. A slight smile struck their face, skin riddled with goosebumps. Their eyes shift out the door; then it cuts to black once more – cutting off angled at the sweater they wore.
You cling onto your seat. You couldn’t move.
The next scene shows a bus stop. The person from before sitting on one of the seats. The cameraman walks up to them as they become noticeably tense upon his arrival.
“Were you waiting long?”
They shake their head. “No..”
“I’m glad. I have a new film for you to watch. You’ll be the first to see it.”
“G-great.”
Elliott grabs them by this arm. “Come on. I’ll take you home.” As he pulls them to his chest, you hear the faintest whisper of more dialog.
“Play your part right or you'll end up like the others.”
-
The hiss of a bus’s door plays out as someone exits onto a dark street. From around the corner, a camera's eye catches as they head home; obvious to the one following close behind. It trails them until they reach the front door, creeping beneath a window as they venture further into their house. A gloved hand touches the window.
-
“I love you so.. so much. You know what?”
Shakily breaths turn into hyperventilation as a bloody hand touches the wood of a mask.
“Does that mean you’ll accept the truth? Y/n?”
A tarp lies on the floor, stained so deeply that any traces of its former color were gone. Various tools were scattered about the area, some of which you soon recognized. A hatchet from a film about a cannibal butcher, a knife wrapped in a white bow from one about a widower – who had never been married in the first place.
“Y..yes, of course I do, Elliot. I love you too. So please...”
Elliot cups their face, stroking their cheek with his thumb. “Fiction lets us live out our wildest fantasies, doesn’t it, Y/n. The thrill of a kill, the thirsts for carnage – the wants of love. But.. what happens.. when that isn’t enough?
Elliott’s finger sink into the mask, ripping it from their face. Even with contacts the same color as your eyes, all he feels is emptiness. The actor behinds to sob.
“But it doesn’t matter. You’re not them. You could never be them, but someday soon, my fantasy will be reality.”
A loud scream cuts through the theater, their faint left to yet another dark screen. Elliot walks to a nearby table, pointing the camera at the laptop on it. A message chat was displayed on screen, a familiar handle visible at the top. He shuts the window down, countless folders along the desktop; its background photo a picture of you. He clicks on one of the folders, scanning through its contents. Pictures from your own social media page and ones taken personally filled the folder. You posing with an old poster for one of his movies. You at work or out on the town minding your own business. They get closer with each click; one taken of you right before you entered the theater room that night. The final one is of you and your friend, before the laptop is forced shut.
You pull your phone out to call the police, a second wave of nausea hitting as you unlock it. Your phone was still open on the chat between you and E. Upon a second look at the poster, you could see the figure behind was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater.
“Did you like the movie, Y/n?”
His voice comes from behind; a chilling whisper in your ear.
“You were the first to ever watch my movies. I was going to make you a new star to thank you and make you immortalized on film, but while watching you I realized that beauty like you can’t be caught on film.”
You can feel the smile creeping on his face against your neck.
“So did you like our movie? It’s partly based on a true story…”
-
Police tape dons the front door of the theater, sirens blaring as two individuals talk on the hood of a car.
“What a shit show. Can you believe it took so long for people to recognize someone in that freak’s films?”
“It’s a small town.”
Confused shouts come from the crowd as someone squeezes through. “Chief? We got another missing person’s report.”
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I have this idea, you can completely ignore this by the way! Also I hope you had a great day today <3 make sure you take rest!
My idea was this, what would it be like Joseph Quinn dating someone who isn’t a actor/model? Like the reader just lives a normal life, being a vet etc. what would that be like?
Oh, I mean I think he'd quite suit it seeing as he's not lived in the limelight his whole life but would do anything to keep you protected and wouldn't want you in the public eye much - ummmm I LOVE IT
Thank you so much anon, my day got easier eventually :) ilysm!
Similar to my mini-series I wrote: 'Worlds Change When Eyes Meet'
A small, short imagine is screaming into this, I hope you love it! It'd break my heart for when Joe gets a girlfriend for her to actually go through this, but I've seen it happen with a lot of celebrities over the years.
Thanks for requesting :) x
Joe loved having you as his girlfriend, he adored you and spoilt you in every way you had always deserved, but his main fear now that he was becoming more and more known to the public since the premiere of Stranger Things all those months ago and that your relationship was progressing further was that once you were known to the public, things may go down south.
He didn't want to let that happen, but he was always terrified of losing you almost because of the career path he'd chosen. You were once photographed around London together around a month after the premiere to which it caused a stir amongst a small dose of his fan base and the abuse you got online from people finding your social media was something that scarred you, especially when people go to extreme lengths with the death threats you began to receive, truly unbearable at times. That was just the start of it.
It was harder after Joe finally admitted in an interview that he was in fact in a relationship and had kept it private for a long time, even before his fame hit. Going from being a normal part of society to becoming headline news and being named as: "Joseph Quinn's secret lover." or "Joseph Quinn's dirty little secret." It would drive you mad. You'd go to your normal 9-5 job every day with harassment from strangers you'd never even seen before, hounded by paparazzi and people filming you secretly or at least watched by someone wherever you went, whether it be at the end of your shift or just walking along the streets, with or without Joe. Since he was put at the top, you were proud of everything he had achieved, but this was becoming a definite strain on your everyday life.
One particular night, Joe had come home to find you crying in your apartment you shared together, curled up in a ball on the sofa, clutching your phone in your hand as you scrolled through social media, sighting videos about you being made by crazy fan girls who clearly didn't want you around or the tabloids spreading lies about you two breaking up which also clearly meant they weren't out for Joe's true happiness either. He instantly fell to his knees in front of you and pulled you into him in an awkward position, but you welcomed it. He took your phone out of your hand, took a glance and threw it onto the armchair beside where you lay.
"Y/N, I told you not to delve that deep into stuff, it's all bullshit, it's all stupid, please stop looking at it, baby. I beg of you."
You sobbed your heart out, not a word could be brought from your lips, only muffled weeping noises jerked from your chest to your throat. Joe felt his heart breaking for you, he was learning to deal with the anxiety that stardom had brought, but you in a way, were still foreign to all of this.
"I love you so much, beautiful. Please don't let them win, please don't cry." His hand ran through your hair slowly as his other hand was wrapped around the top of your back, rubbing it to ease the severity of your upset.
"I don't want this to ruin you, to ruin us." Joe muttered as a single tear fell from his eye.
You looked up at him at the mention of ruin and managed to speak, the touch of your boyfriend slowly calming you down, nothing could bring you back down to earth more than your Joseph.
"Nothing could ever tear me away from you, Joe. But will it ever stop?"
He couldn't lie to you, he had no idea, but he could try and come up with a solution. "I'd like to think so, but maybe it will be something more of acceptance and ignorance eventually that will get you through it and eventually you won't care what people say."
You agreed as he planted a soft kiss on your lips, a small glimpse of a smile from the gesture. "You know I'll protect you from everything right? Shield you where I can, I'll never let anything, or anyone harm you as long as I'm around. They're only jealous that you've got what they can't have which you know, is pretty good."
He was completely right, cocky as hell sometimes, but right. You chortled at his smugness and playfully moved your hand out from your chest to hit his arm.
Before fame and after fame, Joe was still himself, his sweet, loving, funny and carefree nature that you'd come to fall in love with originally never ripped away by his breakout status.
You were willing to go through hell and back just to be with this man and eventually yes, your life did continue maybe a little differently to normal, with a few added unexpected extras in between but as the saying goes ignorance is bliss.
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His Soul's Best Mate (a Dave Parkes and Phil Proctor friendship fic)
I've recently become obsessed with the friendship dynamic between Phil and Dave (the other members of Legz Akimbo) and decided to write this: a fic about platonic soulmates
Two boys sat in a waiting room among several other hopefuls, waiting for a chance to audition for an up-and-coming theatre company called Legz Akimbo
One has his head buried in his audition book, murmuring his lines under his breath and making notes as he went along. If this went well, it could mean breaking through into a tough industry he'd been training for all his life
The other's scrolling through his phone. He doesn't quite know if this is what he wants, but that doesn't mean he isn't up for giving it a good go. Growing bored of Letterboxd, he puts his phone away and glances over at the man next to him. He sees the monologue
"I almost picked that one."
This caused the other man to lift his head in surprise, which quickly changed into a warm smile
"It's one of my favourite plays, you've heard of it?"
"Only thanks to a lot of researching!" Laughed the stranger "I'm not exactly an encyclopedia of theatre knowledge."
"What did you end up choosing?"
"Found a play called One Man, Two Guvnors. Figured I'd give it a shot."
"You're a fan of comedy! I had a feeling."
"Wow, it's that obvious?"
That made them both laugh. In a potentially volatile industry like the theatre, it was nice to meet someone that felt like a human being
"I'm Dave by the way." He extended his hand, a big grin on his face "Dave Parkes."
"Phil Proctor." He shook it
"No way, Proctor?" Dave chuckled in disbelief "Like in The Cruci-"
"Yes," Phil sighed with a smile "just like The Crucible. I guess my destiny was laid out in front of me since birth."
"Better hope you're good then!"
That's when Phil knew he'd found a very good friend
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Rehearsals were interesting. And by interesting, Dave meant "his personal hell". Seriously, their new director was more unstable than a dingy boat on a stormy sea! He thought that, overtime, he'd get better. He was yet to be proven right
One evening, Dave was on a video call with Phil for their weekly line-learning session. They figured they'd start early, plus Dave appreciated being able to talk to his friend without Ollie breathing, or rather screaming, down his neck
"Have you worked with Ollie before?" He asked during their post-run through break
"Nah, first time. You?"
"Same here, was just wondering how you were finding it. I mean, Ollie seems to like you-"
"Like me?" Phil laughed a little at that "Funniest thing I've heard all week!"
"But he always brings up that audition you're going to, the one for that radio show?"
"Only because he's pissy about me missing rehearsals!" Phil muttered "Sarcastic git..."
Once Dave heard that, it all started to click. It would explain why Ollie spent so much time talking about it, yet never showed any real interest aside from that
"Right. Sorry, sarcasm gets lost on me." Dave shrugged "Joys of autism, I guess."
As soon as he saw the look of surprise on Phil's face, Dave couldn't help but laugh - he'd forgotten that was part of him he didn't know yet
"I was diagnosed pretty recently, plus I'm really good at hiding. Trying to get better at not doing that."
"Why didn't you say anything? I mean, you don't owe anyone an explanation, but surely you could get additional support-"
"From Ollie? Not a chance! We both know what he'd do:" Dave took his pink-tinted sunglasses from his desk and put them on, imitating Ollie's voice and mannerisms "My name is Ollie Plimsolls, and welcome to my new play entitled Autism Speaks. I have no idea that this is also the name of a crapsack company because I do absolutely no research. Please sit through this agonising performance while these two actors beside me slowly feel their souls decay!"
Phil could hardly breathe from laughing, and Dave was no better as he took his glasses off again. There was something about having someone that shared their irritancy with their director that felt like Spring air
"He really is something, isn't he?"
"I think the word they use is 'crackpot'." Phil said "I'd quit, but I need the experience. Plus, I like doing stuff with you."
"Boo, that's soppy!"
"Dave, don't be a dick!" Phil teased lightly "Speaking of dick, I don't think Ollie will like it if we still don't know our lines by next week, so we should probably go for another run-through."
Dave started to move his hands like Ollie again
"You don't have the whole script memorized after 2 weeks?! What kind of actor are you?!"
"Don't Dave, I'll start laughing again!"
They only made it through a page of the second run-through because Dave kept doing the "Ollie Voice" and Phil couldn't concentrate
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4:00...
They'd been there for half an hour...
And Ollie was still ranting
Phil had stopped listening about 10 minutes in... actually, that was a bit generous. He'd probably clocked out by the 5 minute mark. It was Dave's fault, really, for improvising onstage. That was the reason he started laughing. It never happened, Phil was always great at staying in character, people saw it as a challenge, to make him corpse onstage
So far, only Dave had succeeded. And he had a consistent success streak
Of course, Phil wasn't completely innocent. After Dave started it, he had to get him back somehow - besides, they always ended up laughing when they faced each other head-on
They enjoyed it
The kids loved it
Ollie clearly didn't see the funny side
"How hard is it not to laugh onstage? Neither of you are that funny, surely it should be a simple task!"
When Ollie's back was turned, Dave looked at Phil and mouthed you hungry? That earned a silent shhhh from Phil, who was not about to enrage their director anymore - he actually wanted to go home at some point today
"You two are impossible!" Continued the angry blond man, still not looking behind him "You've ruined my production, you've ruined my reputation-"
You ruined my dream journal! Dave mouthed, laughing as Phil tried desperately to hold back his own laughter
"It's like watching a 5 year old throw a fit." Phil murmured, quiet enough that only Dave heard it
"In those silly jumpers, he looks like one too."
"How far could you push him in a pram?"
This time, it was Dave's turn to clamp his hand over his own mouth, trying to avoid any sound coming out
"Odds on 6 meters?"
"No please, I insist!" Barked an irate Ollie "Your turn! Since you're so intent on interrupting everything I do, what is it? Spit it out!"
"Just agreeing with you, Ollie." Phil said quickly, fearing that laughing in his face was a very bad idea
That seemed to set Ollie off on yet another tirade and he started to pace again. For a while, both Dave and Phil were silent. Then Dave turned to face him
"Y'know what this reminds me of?"
"..."
"My neighbour used to have this chihuahua-"
Neither of them could hold it in, and the torrent of angry yapping from Ollie afterwards was completely worth it
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"What do you mean 'not well'? You were perfectly fine yesterday!"
"It caught up to me, Ollie, I told you there was a bug going around. Dave went off with it, you'll probably get it next."
"So help me if either of you give me your disease-"
"We should be alright by tomorrow, we can pick things up then."
It took a little (more like a lot) of convincing, but eventually Ollie caved. As soon as he'd hung up, Phil turned to Dave with a confident smile
"That's him off our case for the rest of the day!"
"He really has no idea what day it is," Dave would've been lying if he said he wasn't a little downhearted by that, but it didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things "and he says he cares."
"He's all talk, no action. Or height."
They both laughed, some jokes never got old
"So," Phil took a neatly wrapped parcel from his bag and handed it to him "the celebrating begins!"
Dave took the package and opened it, and his eyes instantly widened. Never did he thing he would be holding a vintage polaroid camera in his hands
"How did you even find this?"
"You'd be surprised what you find in Camden market."
"You actually managed to fend of Tish to get me a gift?"
"Don't even mention her name," Phil groaned "I wanted to go on my own, but you know what she's like. You mention Camden Market and she follows you like a bloodhound."
"I think it's just you." Dave adopted her voice "I just love you gay guys!"
"Right, I'm taking back the camera." Phil teased as he reached for it, only to be swatted away by a laughing Dave
"Get Tish to go with you!"
Managing to avoid Phil's grasping, he pointed the camera in front of both of them and snapped a selfie
"Dave! Fuck's sake!"
"This is going on my fridge!"
"You better not!"
"It is!"
Once the laughter subsided, Dave looked at the developing photo. It was as if, somehow, he'd managed to capture the chaos and joy and everything he liked in their friendship.
Part of him wished more people remembered his birthday, he wouldn't even have minded Ollie giving him a visit!
"Thanks for this, mate. Means a lot."
"You OK, Davey?"
"Yeah, I just..." He looked at the photo, then back at Phil with a smile "I'm fine."
Phil knew that wasn't true, he gave a firm pat on the knee. A silent assurance that, all teasing aside, he was there for him
"I just feel..." David started to alternate between clenching and unclenching his fists and pressing the pads of his fingers to his thumbs, trying to find the words "... just feel a bit invisible sometimes."
"Invisible?"
"Yeah. I mean, Ollie's the main guy: writer, director, producer... all the stuff. You're Phil Proctor, lead in every performance - which you're great at! But... then there's me. Just... Dave."
Phil hated hearing his mate talk about himself like that, especially when his skills were so obvious to him. He picked up Dave's Polaroid camera and held it up
"You," he said with a smile "are Dave Parkes. Future filmmaker and producer."
"Is this you haggling for a role?"
"Well... maybe!" Phil joked, wrapping an arm around Dave's shoulder "But I know that you're gonna make films that put these plays we're doing to shame."
"That's not hard!"
After that day, Dave started to look forward to his birthday again
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Dave had been off all day, and he'd have been lying to himself if he said he didn't know why
It meant a lot, that he was the first person Phil told about his new job opportunity, he was filled with pride to think of his best friend finally escaping Legz Akimbo prison
Even so, there was a tiny part of him that wasn't happy about it at all. At first, he assumed it was jealousy. Phil was free to live his life, while he was trapped doing educational plays for kids that didn't care, with a director that seemed to hate his guts
As he sat in his living room, pressing the pads of his fingers against his thumbs in a self-soothing manner, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing. He heard a familiar voice at the end:
"Davy!"
"You alright, Phil? How does it feel to have nearly finished your life sentence?"
"Good. Really good, yeah."
Dave knew Phil well enough to know something wasn't right
"Thought you were meant to be a good actor!" He joked "Now tell me what's really going on."
"Alright, you got me." Phil managed a small chuckle "I'm not ungrateful or anything, trust me - I've wanted out of here since day 3!"
"So what's the problem-"
"Is this a bad idea?"
Out of all the things Phil could've said, Dave wasn't expecting that
"You what?"
"I want to get out, I have for ages, but what's gonna happen after I leave? It'll only be you and Ollie left."
"He spoke to you."
No answer. Not that there needed to be one
"Yeah. He did. Usually, I don't listen so much. But he said all this stuff about how I'm such a "bad friend" for leaving you behind. I know he's just saying it to hurt me, probably doesn't even meant it. But you know how I get."
Dave did. Phil had opening up about the pressure he felt to constantly make the right decision. Theatre was a difficult business, one wrong step and you could fall hard. There were many moments where Phil would need that extra bit of reassurance, just a push in the right direction
Not that he'd always ask for it, that was still tricky for him. But, when he did, Dave was there for him
And, even though he'd have loved to keep seeing his best mate every day at rehearsals, keep making him corpse onstage, and ranting about Ollie and all the other things that they did to keep themselves sane, he knew he had to be there for him here too
"Phil, you've earned this! Don't worry about me, I'm a grown up - especially when you see me stood next to Ollie!" He heard Phil laugh on the other end, which was a good sign in his books "This is about you, mate! You'll do great!"
"It'll be nice to work with a director that doesn't keep trying to lob chairs at me."
"Exactly!"
The conversation started to flow into a number of topics: films they watched recently, the most recent episode of their favourite show, their current (Phil's final) future disaster they were part of thanks to Ollie Plimsolls. Phil's departure almost forgotten until the end of the call
"Showtime next week," he said humourlessly "if it wasn't in front of kids, I'd do it tipsy."
"Not very professional, are you?" Dave teased
"No, but I think I deserve it."
A pause. Dave's fists clenched and unclenched and each finger pressed against his thumb again; with show week happening so close and the fact he wouldn't see his closest friend anymore was eating at him. Come the week after, things wouldn't feel the same. Well, they wouldn't be the same
He didn't realise he wasn't talking until Phil did:
"Odds on Ollie blowing a blood vessel tomorrow?"
Despite himself, Dave laughed
"Very probable, I'll send you a video."
"Davey?"
"Yeah mate?"
"I'll call you next week."
"OK."
Another pause
"Let me know when the ad comes out."
"Promise."
That's how the call ended: with Dave Parkes, alone in his living room, trying not to think about the week after next
Because he was used to the late nights, the rehearsal stresses, the tantrums and the bullying
What he wasn't used to was going about it alone
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"Why are you doing this, Dave?"
It was the first time he'd seen any sort of genuine care towards him being shown by Ollie. As if this was the moment he realised that Dave was exhausted. As if he finally felt even the slightest bit of sympathy
Dave looked at him. He wondered if, in another life, they could've actually gotten along. Maybe, if things were different, Legz Akimbo could've really been a trio. Three friends working together, collaborating and supporting each other
But that was a universe lightyears away...
"I just can't stand you, Ollie."
... In this lifetime, they were just too far apart
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"Phil! Wait up!"
Upon hearing his name, he turned around, surprised to see Dave running towards him. Phil's shoulder's were grabbed as his best mate caught his breath
"Dave, what happened?"
"I quit!"
"What?" Phil's eyes widened "I mean, that's great but-"
"Remember what you said ages ago? About me being a filmmaker? Well, you were right. I wrote something months ago and I sent it off to Jed Hunter this morning!"
"What did he say?"
Dave's eyes seemed to light up even brighter, his whole face glowed like a lantern about to be launched into the air
"Phil... I'm gonna be a producer."
For a few seconds, Phil was stunned into silence. Then, his arms opened slightly
"Can I-"
His question was answered by Dave pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. That's where they stayed for what felt like a joyful eternity, a buzzing clump of laughter and freedom
"Phil?"
"Yeah?"
"... Odds on you helping me out?"
Phil pulled away, slightly confused, but wth a glimmer of excitement in his eye
"As long as I'm not playing Joseph the carpenter." He joked
"No, but I did write a role with you in mind. Jed said you'll have to audition... but I'm producing, so my say goes-"
"Why are you doing this, Dave? I mean, it's great but.." why me? Was the unspoken part What makes me worthy?
Dave wrapped an arm around Phil and beamed, as if he could see their successful futures right there and then
The struggles, the little achievements, the pushbacks and the pull forwards
He could see the films he'd create, the roles Phil would go on to play, and the awards they both would eventually win - both seperately and for their collaborations
But, right now, he answered Phil's question with the only thing he knew for sure:
"Because you're my best mate, Phil."
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Was meant to post these pictures of what I got from MCM London comic con the day after @calcium-cat posted hers but um... Better late than never I guess ^^'.
Did I mention I'm a FNAF fan XD?
(More info and close up photos below)
So like Cal mentioned in her post, we met and had autographs signed by Kellen Goff at the con, the voice actor of many FNAF characters, including Sun and Moon from Security Breach. He actually signed our prints while doing their voices which was so cool and totally didn't make me or Cal fangirl no sir X'D.
Here's a close up of the print he signed.
He was also kind enough to sign me and bestie's plushies as we had been waiting in the queue for a bit. So here's a pic of the side her signed it. My plush is double sided with Sun on one side and Moon on the other. He signed the Moon side.
And here's what the Sun side looks like too in case anyone's interested (and for those wondering this is the YooTooz Sun/Moon inverted plush)
As well as Kellen Goff, I also got to meet FNAF and horror game YouTuber Dawko which was so surreal to me since I watch his content quite a bit. He was super cool as well and I managed to get a photo with him as well as this awesome print signed:
The best thing about the con was definitely spending it with Cal though. It was so surreal to have her right beside me and to talk about our beloved fandoms together. I can't wait to one day meet up with her again and until then, I gotta keep this little guy that she entrusted me with safe:
That way he'll be able to reunite with felt Dream (that bestie still has with her) when I get to meet with Cal again :3!
#random post#london comic con#bestie meet up#bestie tag#calcium cat#update on bestie meet up#So sad it's over now though#But one day I'll make it to America I'm sure#And bestie can come to Ireland hehe#have a wonderful day
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You’re So Vain - Epilogue
Dieter Bravo x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him.
Rating: Explicit, but like... lightly. Always 18+
Word Count: 6.8k
Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Fluff, love, lots and lots of kissing, pregnancy, fingering, allusions to sex
Summary: Life with Dieter is never without twists and turns, but these days it seems like all the bumps in the road have been leading you toward the very best destinations.
Notes: This is it, guys. The whole thing has been quite an unpredictable journey in some ways, and a beautifully soft place to land in others. We hope you’ve enjoyed the ride and that you’ll join us for the premiere of Sassenach and the Spaniard next week!
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“It is a gorgeous, balmy California night and the red carpet is packed with hopeful nominees, eager for their names to be called.” The ET reporter announces as both you and Dieter stand next to her. His hand is around your waist, trying to comfort and steady you as the two of you wait for the inevitable questions. The first of many reporters to greet and speak to as you make your way down the path to the building. Cameras flash and he knows there are hundreds of eyes on the two of you. “I’m here now with one such hopeful, Dieter Bravo. The nominated actor believes that his soulmate is the reason for his performance, is that what I’m understanding?” She asks, turning the microphone towards Dieter, who flashes her a megawatt smile.
“Absolutely.” He nods and turns an adoring gaze on you. “Everyone knows that I have had…issues, very public ones.” He gives a self-deprecating chuckle. “Cliff Beasts 6, what can I say?” The reporter laughs and he continues on. “But after meeting my soulmate and our journey to finding love together, it was woven into the fabric of Reflections of a Man and I believe that you can see it on screen.”
“He’s being modest.” You insist, standing beside him in the floral satin ballgown that is far more comfortable than the stiff organza monstrosity that some designer thought would be an artistic choice for the Golden Globes. This one is classic and soft, and miraculously – comfortable. You might even ask to keep it. “I painted some pictures. He brought an entire story to life.” You can feel the heat in your cheeks, though, with that look of adoration on his face. “I do have to agree that filming this picture meant the world to us, though. It truly brought us together.”
“It did.” He will wholeheartedly agree to that, tugging you a little closer to him and unable to resist kissing your cheek. “Me falling in love is reflected on my character’s reignited love for his wife and himself.”
“Well, it sounds like a very emotional journey.” The reporter looks suitably moved as she smiles at both of you before focusing on Dieter. “The Golden Globe was well earned. Are you hoping for a repeat win tonight?”
“Well, I know that I’m up against some very stiff competition.” Dieter says with a humble shrug. “I am honored to be nominated again, but I can hope that if I don’t win, that the Best Actor knows that he has a hard-won victory.”
Humility may not have been Dee’s trademark in his former life, but over the past year it’s been a beautiful progression to watch his inner self become outer. His fans have gotten to see a whole new side of him and nearly two years of sobriety is treating him extremely well. Even if he does still deal with cravings, he normally just has a cigarette and meditates now. But of course, he still contends that the endorphin rush from sex is better than anything he could take anyway. “It’s certainly a tough call this year,” the reporter flashes a charming smile. “But I’d give you my vote if I had one.”
“Well, thank you.” Dieter winks at her. “That’s all that matters. But your lips to the committee’s ears.” He guides you away so the two of you don’t hold up the line.
“Five minutes in and you’re already a hit.” You lean into him a little, careful not to mess up your makeup or either of your outfits. “Even if you don’t win, baby, it’s still going to be a good night.” Despite sounding cautious, there is not a single doubt in your mind that he will walk away with his second Oscar tonight. Maybe even two in one go, if the film wins Best Picture, which all the projections say it will.
“I hope so.” He’s nervous for this, not for him, but he wants this for the movie and honestly – for you. He wants to win this for you. “Although I know you are looking forward to the swag bags and the after parties.” He teases playfully.
“That bag was insane!” The so called ‘swag bag’ that he had been given at his movie premiere party had been full of things like certificates for facials and salon treatments usually costing hundreds of dollars, high end specialty skin products, exclusive cosmetics, and even jewelry. “I’m almost afraid of what’s going to end up in the one you get tonight.”
“Remember this time that you get your own bags.” He chuckles, remembering that you were so worried about taking one that you had refused. Of course everything in his was yours.
“Still feels weird,” you murmur, remembering not to shrug because it will look awkward in a photo and right now you exist to be photographed. Instead, you give him a dazzling grin and a wink. “I’m just the arm candy. You’re the big, fancy Hollywood star.”
“Yes, you are supposed to be gazing at me in adoration and worshipping my talent.” He jokes.
Unable to resist the tease, you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek and linger to whisper in his ear. “I’ll worship your massive talent later, baby. I promise.”
“Fuck.” He hisses, tightening his hold on you. “Do you want me to be pictured with a boner on the red carpet?”
“My dress is big enough to hide it.” You can’t help but giggle, taking the chance to steal a quick kiss that you’re sure to find a picture of on the Internet somewhere tomorrow. “Come on baby, lots more interviews and lots more smiles to go.”
“Of course, baby.” Dieter grins and sends you a small wink. “It would be a shame not to show off this gorgeous dress and the woman in it.”
It takes a little while to make your way inside, but when you eventually make it past the last microphone and the last “Who are you wearing?” and the last snapping camera shutter, you both breathe a sigh of relief. Your hand has been tangled in his for at least the last twenty minutes and as the two of you file into the theater side by side, you start looking around for the seats with his name on them.
The awards show is always nerve wracking. Listening to the written jokes and some of the ones that fly off the cuff. He sighs as he looks around and picks up his water glass again. “I’m going to save my drinking for the after parties.”
“Celebratory drinking.” Your nod has absolute conviction to it, sure that he’s going to win tonight. “Which parties did you decide on?” There are so many, and plenty of exclusive ones - some that only last a few hours and others that go until dawn. You’ve already contacted a sub for tomorrow so you won’t have to reach hungover on two hours of sleep, so you’re planning on enjoying yourself.
“Vanity Fair for sure.” He hums, reaching over and stroking your arm. “But I wanted you to pick the other parties. We can hit them all up if you want.”
"All is a lot of parties." Even with it being your first awards season, you're not sure that you're up for that much partying. Although you do have a pair of flats stashed in the limo with your after-party dress so that you're not dancing on stilettos. Experience has taught you not to do that. "I dunno…I’ve always wanted to meet Elton John…any chance you got an invite to his party?” It’s all still a little fantastical and absurd to you, all the celebrities and big parties and everything. But this is his world.
“Oh yeah.” He nods and grins at you. “We can go around to that one for sure.” He hadn’t mentioned that he had made sure that Elton invited him, knowing you would love it. “Did a movie with him a few years ago.”
“Can’t believe I didn’t do this with you last year.” Sighing softly, you squeeze him hand as you settle into your seats in the third row along with the rest of his cast mates from this particular film. Last year he hadn’t been nominated and you had been hesitant to venture out into the red carpet, so he had willingly gone solo. But this year? This year there were offers to dress you and extra modeling contracts on Libby’s desk. This year you have a much better handle on how to be a Hollywood soulmate. “We’ll have all the fun we can stand tonight, and then sleep late tomorrow.”
“Come on….” he pouts at you. “I came home right after it was over, and you were grinning like a loon.”
"Cause I got to watch my boyfriend on tv." That same grin spreads on your face now, and you bite your lip to keep from giggling. "I'm so proud of you, Dee. Really and truly."
“I know.” He rolls his eyes, even as he’s starting to blush. “You love telling people that you are Dieter Bravo’s soulmate.” It was a far cry from two years ago and he loves it.
"Yes, I do." And not even in the bragging way that most people would expect. No – it's about being proud of the man he's worked so hard to become, and loving the way he has embraced his beautifully extended family. When Rico had moved in with Steph and Nora last summer, he had been right there helping them unpack and get settled. "And admit it. You love having a fuss made over you."
“I do.” He huffs, rolling his eyes playfully. “It’s why I became an actor.” He pointed to himself. “Hello? Vain….”
"You pretend to be." That's something that you learned about him very quickly once you started paying attention. And it's reason enough to lean across the arm of your chair and kiss him. "But you're just a big softie with subby tendencies and a praise kink."
“You like my subby tendencies.” He reminds you, pulling you back for another kiss. He had discovered you love when he’s needy and whining for you. Apparently amazed that he could only want you after so many years of doing whatever or whoever he wanted.
"They're fun." You don't mind admitting that one bit, and the grin riding across your face is a very palpable promise that he'll be whimpering and begging later on tonight. A moment later the lights in the theater dim twice, alerting everyone milling around that they need to get settled in their seats for the evening to begin. "Kiss for luck." You declare, stealing a hard press from his lips before sitting back again, even though you know you'll be giving him plenty throughout the night.
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Dieter has to wait for a while for his categories to come up. Paying attention is hard, but there are cameras everywhere and he spends a lot of the time leaning over and murmuring to you at your table. He’s nervous and when he finally hears the announcement that they will be presenting the nominees for Best Actor, he straightens up.
"You got this baby." Holding on tight to his hand, you both watch with bated breath as names are announced and clips from films are played. When Dieter's name is read for Reflections of a Man, the montage of moments from the movie they've chosen includes a long shot of him 'painting' one of the portraits you did for the set, and he squeezes your hand tightly. It's overwhelming in the very best way, watching something you did together – even just a small amount done together – become something so big and important for him makes your heart feel like it's going to burst out of your chest.
He wonders briefly if it's coincidental or careful planning that Howie is presenting this award this year along with Carol. He's notices since the disaster that was supposed to be Cliff Beasts 6 that award programmers and tv hosts love to pair the cast together. Those thoughts flash through his head, trying to keep his mind off the nerves and the sudden flash of 'no way you are going to win, you don't deserve it' that flashes intrusively through his brain. "And the winner for Best Actor is..." Carol calls into the microphone while Howie opens the envelope. Flashing a disappointed eye roll as only Howie can, he calls out. "DIETER BRAVO for Reflections of a Man! I told you my boy was going to win!"
The sound that bubbles out of you is something like a gasp and a squeak all at once, and your hand that has been holding tightly to Dieter’s ever since they announced his category squeezes with giddy excitement. “You did it! Oh my god! I’m so proud of you, Dee!” Throwing your arms around him as quickly as you can is like a dream, and there are definitely three cameras catching the congratulatory kiss that you press to his lips before he stands but the soft “I love you” is just for him. His second Oscar – for the movie that brought you together – you could honestly burst from being so happy for him and the tears in your eyes are proof of it.
Making his way to the stage, Dieter accepts congratulations and handshakes of those that are along the way. Nervous again as he races through the speech he’s worked on in secret. Carol’s face is stiff – not the obvious Botox she’s had done, but jealousy – as she hands Dieter the golden statue. Howie slaps him on the back and gives a loud yell that makes the crowd laugh as they back off the stage to let Dieter stand their alone. “Wow— I, uh, I’m really humbled that I won. The competition was stiff this year.” He says in acknowledgement to the other nominees who are no doubt disappointed.
His costars have gathered in tight around you like they did for the dates of all the other nominees from this film, everyone connected as you watch him on stage like you did the other winners. But for you, at least, no one else in the world exists. The hands reaching out to you in shared joy are barely even there, all you can see is Dee up on that stage.
Dieter names the studio, production company, the director and the cast and crew in his thank you speech, not wanting to leave anyone out. The red light flashes, indicating they want him to stop talking, apparently his time is up but he’s not done yet. “And most importantly, I’d like to thank my soulmate.” He announces your name loud and clear.
Half the cameras in the front of the theater shift their focus to you now, and you feel like you’re practically radiating happiness from your seat.
“They want to pull me off stage, but they aren’t, because this is worth it.” He tells the audience with a wink. He sets the Oscar on the podium and reaches into his pocket. “Everyone knows that we started off rocky. ‘F You, Bravo!’ was the best meme two years ago.” The crowd laughs and he shrugs. “I deserved it, and honestly, it was funny as hell.”
What is he doing? Your brow furrows slightly but not for long, as you join in on the smattering of laughter and shake your head. There are cameras still trained on you and he’s up on that stage looking so fucking handsome that you can’t resist blowing him a kiss. He’s looking right at you and there’s no reason not to enjoy this gorgeous moment
“It just shows how far we’ve come.” Dieter continues, grinning at you and ignoring the light blinking again. They want to cut to commercial, but he’s not going to let them. “This movie, this performance was a part of that journey.” He tells the world. “I fell in love with her during this production. Knew that the universe had finally gotten something right for me.” He takes a deep breath and pulls his hand out of his pocket, pulling out the box he had been hiding for months. “So it’s only fitting that tonight, the world witnesses the results of that. Instead of extolling my own virtues, which are few, I’m going to ask a question.”
Oh my god… One of the cameras on you has to have gotten a good shot of you sitting up straight in your seat with your eyes blowing wide, but all you can do right now is focus on Dee and the way your heart is hammering in your chest. The blood pounding in your ears is so loud that you’re grateful he’s on a microphone otherwise you might not even be able to hear him over the noise. What did he pull out of his jacket?
“I thought when we were shooting the film that I might need to pick out a ring, so I started shopping. I found this.” He reveals the ring box in his hand and enjoys the way that the red light has completely disappeared, the camera zooming in on the box on the monitor display in the back. “I bought it the day after my soulmate left to go home, and I’ve kept it in my pocket every day since then. Until tonight.”
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. The gasp you let out is audible – proven by the few people around you who turn to look at you – and you cover your mouth with one hand to stifle the way you just want to scream Yes! across the rows separating you. He bought the ring the day after you left…after the ET interview…Holy shit…
“Baby, I love you so much.” Dieter declares, his eyes shining suspiciously bright. “I don’t want to go another minute without doing this. It will be even better than winning this award.” He opens the ring box so that everyone watching and says your name, his voice wavering slightly. “Will you marry me?”
Your ecstatic “Yes!” is almost entirely drowned out by your own tears along with the cheers and applause coming from every corner of the theater. The sea of people parts for you to leave your seat, almost paving a path to the stage like Cinderella rushing toward the ball to meet her prince. The ballgown you’re wearing only adds to the effect, though you fortunately manage to not trip, and Dieter is right there at the edge of the stage to meet you. “I love you.” The words have never come as easily as they do right now – falling into his arms with the entire world watching.
Dieter flashes a smile that can’t be beat, overwhelmed that he had gotten the answer he wants. “I love you too.” Dragging you into his arms, he kisses you in front of all of his peers and the world at home.
“Are you kidding me?” Carol Cobb’s groan of frustration can be heard from a few feet away, but you pay her absolutely no mind. All of your focus is on your soulmate and the glittering diamonds he’s slipping onto your finger. “It’s huge,” you laugh, hiccupping slightly through the happy tears before you kiss him again.
“That’s what you always say.” Dieter jokes, unable to resist the dirty response, but his lips are tender when he kisses you once more before the cameras finally cut off as the broadcast goes to commercial. “I love you so much.” He whispers.
“I love you, too.” The joke just makes you giggle and shake your head at him as Howie ushers the two of you backstage. There are photo ops for Dieter now and a few congratulatory hugs to be shared with other winners, but the event’s crew will make sure that you’ve both moved through and are sitting back in your seats before the end of the commercial break. Best Picture is up next, and Dieter needs to be ready to hop back up on stage, just in case. You hold tightly to his hand as you go, pausing before you’re ushered out of backstage to kiss him again. “You just had to show off,” you tease, giggling and tearing up again. “Every Oscars retrospective and highlights reel until the end of Hollywood will include that proposal.” He’s such a ham, and you really do love him for it – for being unafraid to shout it from the rooftops that he loves you.
“Absolutely.” Beaming, he leans in and kisses you softly. “You are now a part of the Academy Awards history.” He teases. “It’s a good damn thing you look so gorgeous tonight.” He had made sure that your designer had dressed you in something breathtaking. He had wanted this to happen, either on stage or right after the awards if he didn’t win.
“Suddenly I understand why you were so involved in picking my dress.” Your fingers tangle in his as you follow the directions from the stagehands trying firmly but politely to nudge you back to your seats. “Did anyone else know you were going to do this?” You wonder if he trusted anyone with the secret – figuring that Steph and Rico would spill the beans out of sheer excitement.
“No.” He shakes his head with a grin as he helps you settle back into your chair. “I didn’t know if I would win. If I didn’t, I was going to ask you during the after party.”
“In that case I���m predicting about seventy-five missed calls and texts from Steph and Rico when we get back to our seats.” Obviously your phones are off, but the sheer volume of freak out messages you’re going to have from your best friend will be phenomenal. “Come on, baby. You’ve got one more win to take home tonight and then we can go celebrate.”
“We’ll see.” Dieter honestly doesn’t care if the picture wins now. He does, but he honestly is too busy floating on air with happiness at his ring sitting on your finger.
"Either way, I think I got the best prize tonight." You raise your twined hands to wiggle your fingers, making the beautifully cut ring sparkle in the low light as you slip back into your seats. Once you're settled again, you give him a teasing grin. "Not just anybody gets a fiancé to go with their gift bag."
"I knew you would like that proposal." In a sense, it was an apology. He's caused you plenty of embarrassment, some even before you had met, with his public antics over the years. Now, in public, he was proclaiming that he was whipped and that he was trying to be a better man and you were a vital piece of that. "But that means that I get engagement sex and Oscar winning sex tonight."
You practically snort, just managing to smother the sound behind your hand as you laugh with him. "Absolutely, baby." You promise easily. "Any kind you want."
His eyes light up and he immediately starts thinking about all the kinky things that the two of you can do tonight. The awards ceremony is now the last thing on his mind.
"Limo?" Only mouthing the word at him as the lights turn all the way down again and the music swells around you, you shoot him an excited grin. The car that Libby got for you tonight is a stretch limousine – lots of room to play.
He bites his lip and nods, smirking as he imagines tossing up your skirt and burying his face in your cunt before you reach the Vanity Fair party.
It takes all your concentration to face forward again, squeezing his hand easily in yours as the next presenter takes the stage. One more award, a little mingling, and you'll be back in that car in no time.
The screen starts to play with all of the shorts of the films that have been nominated for Best Picture category, Dieter closing his eyes on Reflections of a Man as he visualizes them. He still doesn't watch his own movies, after all. Only opening them when he hears the clapping.
When his film is announced as the winner the entire theater goes up in a roar of applause. The whole group of you was practically clutching each other while the nominees played and now it's like you've all taken a collective breath together. You manage to steal a kiss in the uproar, clinging to him and nearly collapsing into giddy, proud giggles all over again as he's swept up by the cast and production crew to accept their awards onstage.
Dieter doesn’t speak this time, the director taking the lead and speaking for all of them, but he winks at you. Grinning widely and on top of the world. Tonight is perfect, not only did he win another two Oscars – proving the first one wasn’t a fluke – but you agreed to marry him.
******
There is something to be said for a room painted stark white and just waiting to be turned into a canvas for pure imagination. Some smaller sections of the wall have designs outlined in pencil – base sketches to be followed or adjusted as you paint – while the larger parts are blank and waiting for inspiration to strike. The empty bedroom has two long tables set up with every paint, brush, and tool that you and Dieter could think of and one smaller one set up with all-important snacks. The Bluetooth speakers that he had built into the corners of the room softly spill a playlist into the air that you spent all morning working on, waiting for him to be done with the read through for his next film.
He should be home any minute. The minute hand on your watch reads twenty-five minutes past two in the afternoon and the sun coming through the windows is bright without the obstruction of curtains. Plenty of light to paint by, you think to yourself happily, adjusting a pencil line in the sketch nearest to you on the wall. Plenty of light to paint by as soon as you have a snack – which is basically your main pastime right now. Snacks are a way of life when you're carrying two enormous babies at once, and those snacks are particularly weird. Today it's tuna fish salad on cinnamon raisin toast, and apparently the unborn Bravo twins are loving it.
******
Dieter shoots out of the car as soon as it stops, not even bothering to worry about anything that he had left in the car. He would get it later. “Babe! I’m home! We stopped by the store and got what you sent me.” He’s worried about you since you’ve had the positive pregnancy test. Or at least since the doctor had determined that you were carrying twins. Eager to be home with you and making sure that you have everything you need.
“I’m in the nursery!” Calling through the house at each other is not at all unusual anymore, a habit developed as you got more and more comfortable together. In the eight months since you got married, you’ve become almost blasé about it.
Dieter appears in the doorway barely a minute later with a bag from the grocery store and you nearly drop the bite of food you had in your hand to eagerly reach for the new offer. “Don’t laugh at me,” you huff, chuckling despite yourself as you give your husband a kiss. “Plantain chips and Nitro Takis.” You groan appreciatively. “I’m gonna mix these together and it’s going to be amazing. How was the read through?”
“Horrible.” Dieter rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “It’s a complete piece of shit. I don’t see how the studio gave the green light.” He admits. “Still, it’s worth it.” He had chosen the role simply for the money….and the fact that they were shooting locally, so he was going to be here. Right where he wanted to be. “I talked to the Exec Producer and they are going to try to do some re-writes.”
"I'm sorry, baby." The frown you offer him is sympathetic, even if it's made slightly comical by the way you're tearing into the bag of Takis like it's the last food on Earth. "Maybe you can talk your way into a producer credit if they take enough of your ideas. That would be neat."
“Doesn’t matter.” He grins at the way you are shoving your hand into the bag eagerly, walking over and rubbing your burgeoning belly. “How are they being for mama?” He asks, rubbing your stomach softly.
"I think we're gonna have a sibling rivalry on our hands," you admit with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. "They're very kick-y today. But less at me and more at each other, if that makes any sense." You've been living your life in maternity leggings and empire waist dresses lately and it's so damn comfortable that you may never look back, but the extremely active babies growing side by side have made today in particular a little less comfortable.
“I still can’t believe that we are having twins.” Your silicone wedding band makes him grin every time he sees the flash of purple on your hand. Unfortunately, the wedding rings he had put on your finger in a gorgeous ceremony had been one of the first casualties of your pregnancy. Your hands were swelling, and Dieter had found the perfect alternative when you had cried about not being able to wear a wedding ring. “You guys behave for your mom or we’re going to have to have a talk.” He warns, snickering when the answer is a swift kick against his hand.
"I expected it." The day the ultrasound tech had mentioned hearing two heartbeats, you had almost laughed so hard that you cried right there on the exam table. His family in Satigny had been over the moon. "But check this out." You carefully set down the snack bags that had been in your hands and wipe your fingers on a napkin before moving his hand over to the left side of your belly right in the sweet spot where your daughter has been pummeling you all day. "She started responding to being called by name." Is it probably just an amazing coincidence? Sure. But when she had kicked three separate times in response to the name you had picked out for her, you had considered it fate. "I think it means she approves." The grin you flash at him is brilliant before you look back down at your hands on your belly. "Do you approve, Madeline?"
“Fuuuuudgeeee.” Dieter is trying to cut out swearing before the kids are born, being around Nora is helping. His eyes blow as wide as his smile as he looks at you and the back down at your stomach two or three times before he bends down. “You like Madeline, sweetheart?” Dieter croons to your belly.
The determined little foot that stamps the middle of his palm seems to say yes, and you immediately have to hold back tears. “I guess it’s official.” You murmur. “Madeline Danica Bravo.”
Of course, that makes Dieter tear up himself, having bawled like a baby when you had offered for the middle name to be in honor of his sister. “Ten bucks says she’s the first born.” He jokes, his hand still rubbing your stomach and marveling over the enthusiastic karate chops against his hand.
“The only way she won’t be is if her brother pushes her out of the way.” Characterizing it as a rivalry is just to make both of you laugh – the doctor has promised that the twins’ activity was a very good sign of healthy growth.
“How is the human jungle gym feeling?” He asks, raising a brow and biting his lip. As excited as he is for the babies’ birth, he’s also feeling guilty for making you carry twins. Already promising you that if you’re done, there won’t be any more babies. He’ll go get snipped even though the thought of that made him turn green.
“Actually, I feel pretty good today.” The morning sickness has tapered off a little since your first trimester and made way for massive changes in your diet based on cravings and rejections, and having feet as big as boats to help balance the extra weight of two more growing humans inside you. “I spent most of the morning making us a playlist to paint by, then I took a little nap and went for a swim to take some of the pressure off my back. So…it’s been nice so far. Mostly I just missed you.”
“You know I could just drop out of this project.” He offers, yet again. “I know you tell me to keep working, but I can stop until later on.”
“The timing is good, though.” It’s an action film with a seven-figure salary that will finish filming just before your due date. Everything is local and he has a regular schedule. You couldn’t ask for a better circumstance. “Jordan has been great about helping me get stuff done around the house and getting me to and from the doctor. Taking a break after they’re born is going to be the big thing.”
“You just want to make sure I don’t annoy you too much.” He jokes, grinning at you. In reality, this is perfect, and he plans on making sure he’s home for the first six months at least. Maybe the first year.
“I don’t want you to go crazy being bored at home while I double in size and start nesting,” you tease, wrapping one arm around him. It’s always hard to hug him face-to-face with the twins in the way.
“Double in size.” He huffs, pouting at you, knowing you are going to be larger by the time you deliver and honestly worried for you about tripping. “You need me to rub lotion into your skin before we start painting?”
“I lotion-ed up after I got out of the pool.” A soft kiss wipes the pout right off of his face, and leaves you both smiling. “Where do you want to start? Blank spaces meant for divine inspiration, or the things we’ve sketched out?”
“Have you decided on a theme?” He asks, having been indecisive when you had presented several options. “We could recreate our favorite portraits on the walls, or do that animal motif. I just want you to love it. Nothing that will be creepy at 2AM.” He rolls his eyes.
“I like the idea of a little baby art gallery.” It gives you that same warm, fuzzy feeling that you get wherever you walk into the room and look at the detailed sketching of the way you’re going to paint each of the twins’ names over their cribs. Now that Madeline is officially approved, Madeline Danica will adorn the wall right beside Jacob Shawn.
“That’s what we will do.” Dieter grins and sends you a small wink. “Althoughhhhh.” He hums and slides behind you to press up against your ass. “I still want to paint you.”
“Is that so?” Your eyes flutter shut, relishing his big hands caressing your sides as he pushes his half-hard cock against you.
“Ummm hummmm.” He has discovered you are so sexy like this. Not that you aren’t sexy every way he’s seen you, but there’s something about you pregnant that makes him weak. Never expecting to feel this way, he’s enjoying it. He’s sketched and painted you every month of your pregnancy so far. And even scheduled one of those bougie boudoir photo shoots for next month, for his personal enjoyment. The official pregnancy photo shoot will have to be magazine friendly since Libby had already talked about getting People to do another article.
“I mean…I guess if we’re going to sketch more paintings onto the walls…you could sketch me, too.” It turns into sex every single time and you’re not at all upset about that, loving that you don’t need to worry about Dee’s attraction to you waning as your pregnancy progresses.
“We work some on the nursery and then we’ll do it.” Dieter compromises. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this. Have you settled on a background paint color?”
“I walked around the hardware store yesterday with the two paint chips we narrowed it down to.” Dieter had had an interview to do and Jordan never minded an outing, so the trip out to get paint was a good one. “We came back with the yellow tone, Morning Light…and a new light fixture for the ceiling because I liked the brass hardware with the yellow colour.” You point upward, drawing his attention to the main light in the room - coming from a fixture of frosted glass and brass that looked like a sunburst.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “You got Jordan to install it for you, didn’t you?” He asks with a grin, knowing the man who had taken over for Rico was wrapped around your finger with this pregnancy.
The grin that spreads across your face is devious, but you shrug innocently. “He didn’t like the idea of me being five months pregnant with twins and on top of a ladder.”
“Good man.” He nods in complete agreement with Jordan. Dieter isn’t handy but he would have freaked out if he had come home and you were hanging a light. “I’m going to give him tomorrow off to say thank you for not letting my wife do things she shouldn’t.”
“Are you home tomorrow?” Snuggling backward into his arms gives you a distinct sense of peace that really can’t be matched.
"Yeah." He nods and tucks his face into your neck with a happy sigh. "Some special effects shots they want to get. I don't need to be there."
“So my husband will be home all day with no one else around?” You tip your head back to grin at him. “Sounds like pool sex to me.”
“You are liking pool sex more and more.” He comments, leaning closer to kiss the tip of your nose. “I think it’s because you can still float with those babies in your belly.”
"I don't like when my back hurts after we fuck," you admit, feeling a little sheepish about it. "Being in the pool alleviates a lot of that, plus I get to float around and be lazy after. It's a win-win."
“Baby…” Guilt swims in his gut again, even if you had planned to get pregnant. “We don’t have to have sex. I can just make you cum.” As sexy as he finds you and as much as he loves sex, he would spend the next six months jerking off if you needed him to.
"We'll get to that point, I'm sure." All evidence points in that direction, anyway. Turning in his arms, you cup both of his cheeks in his hands and press a kiss to his lips. "But we're not there yet, and I still really, really like having sex with my husband."
“You let me know the second it changes.” He grumbles, not wanting you to hate or dread the idea of sex with him.
"I promise." That bridge will be crossed when you get to it, but for now you're not even close to being in that headspace. There have been times over the course of this pregnancy that he has literally only looked at you and your panties have been soaked through. "But that day isn't today and I definitely don't think it will be tomorrow."
Chuckling, his hand slides down and slips into your leggings to start rubbing your clit. “Oh I feel that.” He teases.
"Dee..." Grasping for his other arm to hold you steady, your knees buckle under the surprise touch and you sigh. "G—god baby, 'm already so wet..."
“You want to paint?” He teases, kissing your ear as he keeps rubbing you. Tightening his hold on you to keep you upright. “I can stop, and we can focus on the babies’ room.”
You shake your head adamantly, twisting your neck to be able to kiss him as he holds you tight to his body. "Take me to bed?" After years together, he knows exactly how to touch you to make you cum hard and fast or slow and steady, but now that you've been talking about it you want him inside you. "We can paint later."
Dieter smirks and kisses you again as he pulls his fingers away from your clit. Smug when you whimper. “I’ll take you to bed, baby.” He murmurs against your lips. “Don’t you worry.”
******
Lying in his arms in the afterglow is slightly different now, with your bump resting on his hip to give you a little relief instead of him wrapped all the way around you like a Dieter-shaped blanket. That big bed you’ve shared for years barely resembles the one you had to sneak out of so long ago. The sheets and blankets are different. There are more pillows. There is a television in the bedroom now even though Dieter hates it, because some days the most physical activity you’re up for is channel surfing. Today, though, all those plush blankets create a beautiful little nest for the two of you to sink into, and you lie with your head on his shoulder and your bump on his hip, pressing kisses to any little bit of skin you can reach.
His hand slowly strokes your back, stopping and pushing in gently to rub the pressure points that cause so many problems for you. Trying to relieve a little of the ache that seems to be constant as time goes on and the babies grow. “I got a call today.” He announces softly. “It seems as if the entire family is descending on L.A. for the birth.” He grins. “They assured me that they won’t interfere and will not try to come visit if you don’t want. But they want to be here.”
“Really?” Your eyes had been half-closed, enjoying the petit message, but you open them fully now and smile at him. “Arya had mentioned something about wanting to visit but hadn’t said when. That’s sweet of them.” His bond with his family has been amazing to watch grow, although his grandfather’s funeral last year had been difficult because of it.
“It’s up to you.” Dieter reminds you again. “We can always ask them come later if you feel like you need it to be just us for a bit.” He had looked into renting a house for the family, but your comfort and wants was his first priority.
“It will depend on how long they can stay.” Dropping yet another kiss on his shoulder, you sigh happily. “I definitely want them to meet the babies. But if they can only stay for a week then it might be better to have them come over after the birth, just because due dates are unpredictable.”
“They want to stay a month.” Dieter murmurs. “Give the teens some time in America, and not hound you too much.”
“Meanwhile I’m having to stonewall my mother every time she tries to force her way into the delivery room plans.” Though you roll your eyes, you lean up and leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “It sounds like it will be great, love. A long visit means there won’t be as much pressure to cram in time together and they can do plenty of sightseeing.”
“That was pretty much the thinking.” He hums and caresses your cheek with the hand that isn’t on your back. “I just wanted to make sure what you wanted.” He chuckles when he thinks about your mother’s attempts to take over the planning of the birth like it was her own twins that are being born. Dieter had firmly told her that your wants were all that mattered.
“Absolutely.” You nod and snuggle into his side. “I’m just gonna warn your aunt Luisa that I’ll be begging her to make that crazy Swiss mac and cheese that they do. Hers is so much better than any restaurant.”
“She’s already planning on it.” Dieter grins and sighs happily. “I’m going to rent them a house. Better than staying in hotel rooms. One nearby so they can either relax or do what they want when you aren’t feeling up for family visits.”
“Look at you.” You grin at him, one hand soothing the underside of your belly. “Dieter Bravo, family man.”
“I know.” He huffs and wrinkles his nose. “What the fuck happened to me?” He’s teasing, of course. He loves the life he had right now and wouldn’t change it for all the drugs in the world.
You snort, grinning at him in that way that still wrinkles your nose and makes him soften even years later. You have never gone a single day without teasing each other and your relationship is that much stronger for being able to laugh together. “Fuck you, Bravo.”
Dieter laughs, tugging you closer to him and humming happily. “Fuck you, too.” He huffs before turning his head. “Alexa, play our song.” He orders the small bedside unit. After a moment, the voice of the home system rings out. “Playing You’re So Vain.” Grinning, Dieter kisses your nose as the music starts to play. The throaty, soulful voice of Carly Simon starts to sing. “Son of a gun. You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht…”
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