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bluestar22x · 3 months ago

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Boo!

Summary: You buy a mansion on the cheap having no idea it's haunted by the previous owner's friend

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (mature readers only)

Word Count: 5,900(ish)

Warnings: "Enemies" to lovers vibes (they annoy each other at first), recreational drug use mentioned, medical stuff, subtitle mentions of sex/yearning, ghost Dieter follows you around the house but isn't a total creep about it - he's just really bored and invisible, AU?, foul language, fluff

Author’s Note: This was created for Jamie's Halloween Writing Challenge by @mermaidgirl30 - I already had the idea of writing ghost Dieter before this challenge, so I thought it was the perfect time to write it up. The theme I chose is "haunted mansion" for obvious reasons. I was slightly inspired by a movie some may or may not know.

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You had bought the mansion on the cheap - hardly a million dollars despite the huge, modern layout.

Just outside of New Orleans, the mansion was only one of three you owned as an unusually successful author. One of the few that had gotten rich off of making a crime novel series that had later become a successful drama show that was still running after five years - a true feat in modern entertainment.

Your other two mansions were in Los Angeles and Denver, the first being your main home when working and the second being a winter holiday escape, a place where you could go and experience what winter was supposed to be like. You had grown up in Maine, and it hadn't taken you long after moving to Los Angeles to miss the changing of the seasons, even if you didn't quite miss the often dreary weather.

This mansion in Louisiana was supposed to be another escape, one close to a city with rich history and lore. Spooky lore, that was. You were thinking about writing a vampire series - what better place to inspire you than New Orleans?

Though you'd moved there specifically for the stories of monsters in the dark, you avoided the creepy mansions listed on the realtor sites like a plague. Just cause you were interested in writing it, didn't mean you wanted to live a horror-themed novel.

Your mansion was boring compared to the centuries old mansions and plantations nearby and far from any swampland. It was also only ten years old - a baby mansion that had little chance of having been able to attract attention from any supernatural beings.

Not that you really believed in them, but you were the type not to press your luck. Every time you had in the past, you'd paid for it.

However, the universe had to have been against you, as it often was, because after only one week in your new vacation home strange things started happening.

It began with misplaced items, something easy to dismiss when you were still unpacking and organizing the place. You'd set down a mug of coffee on the countertop and find it on the bar later on or, to your dismay, the living room end table without a drink coaster underneath it. You'd throw a fresh shirt on the bed and enter the bathroom to take a shower and find the shirt on the floor when you returned. You'd place the manuscripts on your desk in a neat pile and find them disorganized the next morning. Things like that.

Then after a month more concerning things started happening. You'd lock a door and find it unlocked minutes later. You'd hear heavy footsteps on the second floor when you were in the kitchen or living room downstairs and you knew no one else was in the house. You'd see doors creak open on their own when they hadn't done that before.

Suddenly the cream colored modern mansion felt unsafe despite the high tech alarm system being in full working order and having never gone off.

You took to listening to music almost constantly, attempting to block out the feeling of unease you felt when everything was quiet. What you thought was your irrational side screamed at you to leave, to sell the place and go hang out at your Denver mansion or return to your main home, but your stubborn, so called rational side balked at the idea. You didn't want to admit defeat against a haunting you were pretty sure was all in your head or had explanations that were not of the supernatural kind.

Then one morning, the day before Halloween, you wandered downstairs to find a strange man sitting at your bar, dressed in ripped blue jeans, a dark tan oxford shirt, and a pair of tan slip on sneakers. You also had time to note that he had a graying patchy beard, sunglasses, and a single gold loop earring attached to his left ear before the fear set in and you screamed.

There was a complete stranger in your house! An interloper! Whatever his reason for being in your kitchen was, it had to be no good.

"Holy shit, you're loud!" he snapped, jumping in his seat. "Why are you freaking out so early in the morning?"

He turned to face you and his jaw dropped when he realized you were starring directly at him. "Wait, can you fucking see me?"

"Of course I can fucking see you," you spat. "You're in the middle of my kitchen, seated at my bar. Get the fuck out before I call the police!"

The man rubbed at his temple, his head pounding, which was really unfair, he thought, considering his situation. "Lady, if I could, I would, you are the saddest company I've ever kept, but unfortunately I have no say in the matter. I was here before you and I can't leave. Believe me, I've tried."

"Clearly you haven't tried enough," you hissed, pointing an index finger at the front door. "Try again."

He sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically, though you couldn't see the latter action behind his shades. "Fine, if you insist."

He pushed himself away from the bar, sliding off the stool he'd been seated on, and headed for the door. He opened it and glanced back at you, finding that you'd trailed him with a glass vase in your hand.

At least you were a resourceful recluse.

He braced himself for the sensation of being catapulted back into the mansion and sure enough, as soon as he stepped through the threshold he felt whatever force that was keeping him inside push him back.

He landed on the tile floor several feet away from the door in the mess of his long limbs. "Oof."

"What the fuck?!" He heard you yelp and he groaned.

"Told you."

"What the hell was that?"

He stood up slowly and massaged his lower back. "That was what's keeping me from leaving, sunshine. Now that you've seen why I can't go, I'll let you guess how this situation began."

"A voodoo priest cursed you to eternity in here?" you guessed, purposely trying to come up with what you thought would be a ridiculous answer. You still were trying to recover from what you'd just witnessed. People didn't just get thrown by invisible forces, yet there was no realistic explanation for what you'd just seen.

"I wish," the man huffed. "But it's not a curse. Not as far as I'm aware. Well, maybe. Maybe some god thought it would be funny. But I'm pretty damn sure it wasn't a person who did this. I don't remember much, but the last thing I do remember before this was partying with a friend, breaking my one year drug sobriety with a dose of some pretty fine cocaine, and then waking up splayed out in the middle of the living room - a very empty living room. By the time I worked through my denial over what had happened to me, you had moved in."

"You overdosed?" you questioned, breath catching because that would mean...

"Yeah, that's what I figured," he replied. "I'm not one hundred percent sure about it. Usually I was always careful about that. But it's not like I hadn't overdosed before." He put his hand out - "Long story." - And sighed heavily. "All I know is I'm dead."

You covered your mouth in shock as you pieced it all together. "You are the one that was moving things, making noises. Did you do that on purpose?"

"What? To scare you?" He looked amused. "I wish I was that clever. Maybe I'd have better company by now. But that was just me trying to keep my sanity. You don't know how maddening it is to wander around a boring mansion all day unable to interact with anything, not even a damn spoon. I'm not good with isolation. Glad the practice paid off."

You walked into the living room and collapsed into your leather couch. "This can't be happening."

He took off his sunglasses as he followed you in and you met his dark but surprising soft eyes for a moment. "What's your name, anyways?"

He placed a hand over his chest and acted shocked, a little stung by your lack of familiarity with him. You could tell he was just being dramatic and didn't really care. "You don't know? Hint: I was an actor who was having a great Hollywood comeback when I died."

Your mind was blank. You didn't know a lot of actors by name, or by face for that matter. You didn't watch a lot of TV and movies, your preferred entertainment being reading. Your office walls were covered by filled bookshelves.

You shrugged at him.

"Dieter Bravo," he told you. "My name is Dieter Bravo. Almost everyone I know calls me Dee though."

"Do I know you now?" you inquired.

"Hardly," he snorted. "But I know you enough, unfortunately, no offense."

You rolled your eyes at him, annoyed. "You can't insult me then claim no offense. I'm gonna take offense. Especially since we've never even talked before now."

"Sorry," Dieter apologized half-heartedly. "I've just been going crazy and all you do is sit at your desk writing or read on the couch. And you seem to prefer it that way."

"Introverts do, yes," you said. "But I can be fun when I want to be. I'm going on a tour of the city tomorrow."

You didn't mention that you were going alone. You hadn't made any friends in the city yet. That always took you a while. Something that most actors probably had little trouble doing. People begged for their friendship or more, didn't they?

"Is it one of those ghost tours?" he asked. "Cause that would be ironic."

You held your tongue and kept your comment about him having used the word ironic wrongly to yourself. You were pretty sure that was something someone boring would point out. You weren't sure why you cared about what a dead addicted actor thought about you, but you did for some stupid reason. Probably because his untamed curly hair looked very tuggable and his jeans were tight in all the right places and you hadn't been laid since your last book tour. Handsome guys were your weakness. You weren't usually into jerks or addicts though. Losers, as far as you were concerned.

Instead, you let your mind wander to all those times you'd heard things moving around while you were undressed or in bed. "Please tell me you haven't been stalking me this entire time."

"Stalking is a strong word," he protested. "We're in the same house for hours on end. We have silently interacted, or rather been in the same room. And I might have been watching you, but only when you were dressed, cross my heart."

"That's comforting," you said sarcastically, but you believed him. No one with so much disdain towards your daily activities would have bothered to peep on you, would they? But he could be the type who didn't care if a girl had personality, as long as she had boobs, right?

You decided it was not worth the trouble thinking about. Not when you had no idea how to get him to move on, or at least get him out of your mansion.

"So, what unfinished business is keeping you here?" you inquired. "Last I heard that's the only way either of us is going to get some peace in the forseeable future."

"Ouch. Fair."

"Do you know?"

Dieter shook his head. "What unfinished business don't I have? My latest movie will never finish filming, my girlfriend broke up with me over the damn phone on my way here, I have no idea if Perry overdosed too or if he's still alive, and my family all hate me."

"Surely not," you said. "They just didn't know how to help you with your addictions anymore."

Dieter blinked at you. "I thought you didn't know anything about me?"

"I don't," you replied. "But I've had a couple relatives, not close ones, but still, they got addicted to painkillers and they wouldn't let the family help them, so my family got angry at them and gave up trying. You can't help those who don't want to be saved is how my mother put it."

"What if they wanted to be saved but didn't know how to accept help?"

The vulnerable question, seemingly uncharacteristic, threw you off. You stared at him and Dieter glanced away. "Just asking," he muttered.

"I don't know," you told him honestly. "Same applies. It can't be one sided. They would've had to find a way to accept it. But they didn't. And they've been buried six feet under for five years now."

Dieter nodded.

"I don't think I could help you with your family issues," you continued on. "But I can tell you Perry is alive, if he is the same Perry who owned this place as I assume. He sold me the mansion three months ago, a month before I moved in."

"That's good," he said, scratching at his neck. "I knew from your calendar and your phone that it has been six months since I died, but I didn't know if he was still alive. I can't remember him ever coming back. Maybe he did and I just wasn't...aware at the moment. Time is different now for me. And I think ghosts actually sleep too. Kinda."

"The realtor showed me this place," you told him. "Perry only showed up to finalize the paperwork at her office. Maybe it was too painful for him to come back?"

Dieter pursed his lips. "Maybe."

"Did that help?" you asked hopefully. "See any doors or light to go into?"

He barked out a laugh. "If only! But there's nothing. Guess we're not getting rid of each other that easily." There was a gleam in his eyes that suggested he wasn't as annoyed about it as he was before. It was actually playful.

"Too bad," you stated, smirking.

He chuckled. "At least we can talk now."

"That we can, so long as you promise not to keep watching me like an invisible creep while I sleep," you said.

"I do not."

"I've felt it," you hissed.

"It's hard to look away," he admitted. "You do know you drool, right?"

"Shut up."

After your first run in with Dieter you didn't see him for a few days, and you wondered if he'd finally moved on, but of course, no such luck.

You choked on dinner when he popped up next to you at the dining room table on the fourth day.

"Sorry, didn't mean to almost kill you," he said humorously, patting your back.

You felt nothing when he did it. Maybe a cold breeze, but nothing really notable.

"Where've you been?" you inquired once you'd recovered.

"No idea," Dieter answered. "I think showing myself to you all afternoon zapped all my 'spirit' energy. What day is it?"

"November three."

"Damn. Oh well."

"You going to use your newfound 'spirit energy' to find a way to move on?"

He pouted. "Said like I wasn't trying to do that before. And jeez, in a rush, are we?"

You huffed. Like he'd given you a reason not to want it fast. It would be way better for you both once he found peace.

"Aren't you?"

"Of course I am!" he shouted before pointing a finger at you. "But I'm not leaving before I give you this advice: don't wear jeans on the night of your death. You may think they're comfy, but they're not. Not after weeks, months in them. I miss my pajamas. My robe."

He sighed wistfully and you couldn't help but chuckle at him. "Alright, advice taken."

He whirled and phased back into invisibility, leaving you alone until the next morning, when he nearly made you choke on your breakfast.

Days turned into weeks like this, with Dieter spending minimal time with you as he made attempts to figure out what he needed to do to be free of the mansion, as he tried to make peace with the things that haunted him in hopes that resolving his unfinished business would open the beyond up to him, but slowly, the more hope he lost, the more time he spent with you.

It started with meals, watching you eat and participating in discourse that became less and less hesitant and hostile over time, turning into shockingly friendly debates and banter.

It turned out Dieter wasn't so bad to be around and he wasn't the loser you'd thought he was, or had been. One search of his wikipedia page and a few youtube videos had settled that for you. He had worked hard to gain his success, spending nearly a decade taking guest star role after guest star role, working in a bar when the roles and his money dried up. And when he did find a major role to catapult his career, he continued to take as many roles as he could.

He was known for partying hard on weekends, but he never showed up for work high.

He enjoyed comfy clothes on his time off, and especially loved wearing his light green robe, sometimes even going to his local coffee shop in it, but he cleaned up well for interviews and other important functions.

Dieter had a good reputation despite his addictions. It seemed like his fellow cast members always had nice things to say about him, even those who worked with him on the disastrous set of Cliff Beasts 6, which was apparently where he'd had his first overdose.

By Thanksgiving you were solid friends, and after you left for the holiday to visit your parents and home in LA, you returned with a souvenir for you both - a fridge magnet with a picture of the city buildings just beyond the Hollywood sign. You'd noticed Dieter seemed homesick and you sometimes felt it too. But you wouldn't leave New Orleans until Dieter figured out how to move on or until you were forced to. The magnet gave you a daily reminder of what it looked like.

As Christmas neared, Dieter began hanging out with you in the living room at night, watching whatever you were watching, which were mostly Christmas movies in December. He did it even when you watched Hallmark, though he'd roll his eyes and make sarcastic comments about the plot throughout those.

"They always fight and break up over an assumption," he rattled on more times than you could count. "Dumb ones at that. His jealous ex flaunts her a ring and says it is from him and the leading lady just bolts without asking him if it's true? And they said I needed therapy."

"You needed therapy."

"Well, not as bad as that bird."

Dieter couldn't leave the house to get you a Christmas gift, and you'd agreed you both would spend Christmas Eve, the night before your parents arrived to celebrate the holiday, just curled up on the couch together as usual, but that hadn't stopped him from giving you something anyway.

He'd thrown a box at you, unwrapped and told you to look inside and you'd found a beautiful charcoal drawing of you writing away at your desk inside. The sight of it made your breath catch.

"You did this yourself?" you questioned, stunned.

"Yeah," he replied. "It took a lot of energy out of me, but I got it done in a few days. I know we said no gifts, but I wanted to give you something anyway. You know, since I can't pay rent."

He'd expected you to laugh at the comment but you were too busy studying the image. He'd gotten every detail, right down to your blemishes. He'd put a lot of care into drawing you. It felt...reverent.

When you tilted your head up to look at him, you did it differently. You saw him in a new light. And though he was in the same jeans and shirt as he always was, you thought he looked particularly handsome in that moment, chocolate eyes hopeful.

"So, do you like it?" he asked nervously.

"I love it," you assured him. "But I...didn't get anything for you."

"It's okay," he said, "Free rent."

"You are the least messy roommate I've ever had," you told him. "But you've got to stop sneaking up on me and making the rooms cold."

"The temperature is out of my hands," Dieter said, shrugging. "Unless you want me to turn up the thermostat. I've mastered turning dials."

You smiled. "I'm good tonight."

You should've known better than to get drunk alone on New Year's Eve, but you did.

No, you weren't alone, alone, but you were the only one drinking since Dieter was not physically able to drink. And he should've been the last person you'd hang out with drunk.

Being drunk made you silly, made you excitable, and it also made you bold.

One minute you and Dieter were laughing loudly, and the next you were leaning towards him. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure. Anything."

You leaned in closer and lowered your voice, "It really sucks you are dead, Dee. It sucks because I really wish we could kiss right now."

Dieter stared at you, dumbfounded, but the shock quickly turned into glee. "We could still, you know."

"You've gotten good at making yourself more solid," you said, "But I can't feel you whenever you touch me, Dee. I don't notice it unless I see you doing it. That's the only way I know. By sight."

"Well, you've never focused on it before, have you?" he inquired. "It always takes me a lot of focus to hold anything, even a pen, for long, but I do."

"It may not seem that way, me being a writer, but I'm terrible at focusing," you admitted.

Dieter brushed your cheek compulsively and you smiled weakly at him.

"Can we try something out?" he asked.

"What'd you have in mind?"

He nodded at the couch. "Turn off the lights and lay down on your back and close your eyes."

You raised your eyebrows questioningly, and he flashed you a reassuring smile. "Trust me."

You did as ordered and Dieter took a moment to take your prone form in, peering through the darkness, and he noticed how your fingers were twitching due to your inability to ever keep perfectly still.

He couldn't believe he was finally going to kiss you. Two months ago he wouldn't have wanted to. He'd had bigger concerns, and you weren't his usual type.

But with time and forced proximity he'd grown to enjoy your company. You were smart, generous, surprisingly witty, and he'd always found you pretty.

He doubted he deserved you, he was certain you were better than him, but you wanted him to kiss you, and lately he'd wanted that too. He couldn't deny you.

He approached the couch and sat down next to you, leaning over you so his face hovered above yours.

"Try to clear your mind."

You nodded and did as told, doing your best to keep all thoughts at bay while your heart thudded in anticipation against your rib cage.

Then you felt his lips on yours. They weren't warm or cold, soft or chapped, and they didn't taste like anything, but you could feel the pressure of them. You could feel when he moved his lips, when he deepened the kiss, when his hand reached out to cradle your face.

You reached up for him automatically, your eyes still shut, and you could feel his strong neck under your hands, could feel the tips of his curls at the base of it.

There was something electric about the moment, and you moaned softly as you let the sensation consume you. The more you got lost in it, the more kissing Dieter felt real.

It was sobering.

You gently pushed him away and opened your eyes to find him gazing back into yours, a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head as tears flooded your eyes. "I can't, Dee. I can't do this with you. You're dead."

"Pretty sure we just did," he said, wiggling his brows suggestively. "And if we can do that, imagine what else we might be able to do with time."

"I can't," you repeated. "Someday you will move on and I'll be alone again."

"I'll wait to move on only after you die," he declared. "Problem solved."

You shook your head again, harder. "That's unfair for us both and you know it. I don't want to spend my life keeping you a secret, and you don't want to stay cooped up in this house for another four or more decades. You'll go mad."

"Not with you here," he swore, his hand gliding down to squeeze your upper arm.

"I can't take that chance," you said, standing up. "I'm sorry."

You began to walk away, but in the archway to the hall you turned to face him again.

"You should keep looking for your way out," you told him. "Make it your priority again. Cause next week I'm headed back to LA. I've got a book that's going to hit shelves in three weeks and my editor wants to plan some last minute fan meet ups for when it does. I can't stay here while we're doing that."

You tried to avoid looking at Dieter's face but you still got a glimpse of the hurt on it.

He was so upset he didn't say anything to you back, and you told yourself silently that it was easier that way.

You climbed the stairs, quickly curled up in bed under your sheets, and tried to think about anything but him until you fell asleep.

You had no idea that when you woke up in the morning, he'd be gone.

Steady beeping was the first thing Dieter registered when he gained consciousness in the hospital, but it was far from the least pleasant thing about the experience. That had gone to the bright lights briefly, then to the uncomfortable feeling of his feeding tube that was pulled through one of his nostrils.

Dieter would never call waking up from his coma fun. It had been confusing and exhausting (he thought that was ironic) and he’d been sore from not moving for a long time, but at least that discomfort felt short compared to what came after.

He'd been in a coma for nearly a year and that had taken a toll on his body, along with the seizure that had caused him to go into it in the first place, a side effect of his long term use of hard drugs.

He had most of his mind right from the start, but his body was weak and had loss some of the connections he'd made as a child to do simple functions like walking and eating with a fork. Frustratingly, he'd had to learn it all back again.

His only solstice was that his parents were there every step of the way. They'd had him transferred to LA after he woke up and had regularly visited him in the hospital and Dieter kinda wished he'd heard them while he was taking his long sleep. What had they said to him?

Probably what they'd been saying since. His parents rarely missed a chance to tell him they loved him, that they regretted letting his addictions come between them.

"It was my fault," he'd told them, but they'd shaken their heads.

"We didn't go about finding you help like we should've. We gave up too fast."

Dieter didn't care about that though. He was just grateful to have them back in his life. To still have a life at all.

He didn't remember the fateful night that had led to his coma, but he was able to video chat with Perry on his laptop and his friend filled in the blanks.

They'd gotten together and Perry had given him all the cocaine he could ask for. They'd gotten comfortable on the couch and rode out their highs talking about the trouble they used to get into in high school. Then he had began seizing sometime after midnight and Perry had dialed 911.

Even with the fill in, Dieter felt he was missing something. Something important. But any time he tried to recall his night with Perry, he got nothing.

He had dreams though, often several times a week, of him patrolling Perry's mansion alone, of an attractive woman chatting away with him at the dining room table, of him kissing her in the shadows of the night, and those felt like the missing pieces, lost memories, but they couldn't be. He couldn't have been a ghost while he was in the coma, he reasoned.

But all the reasoning in the world wouldn't allow him to shake it off. Eventually he caved and asked Perry, who was visiting him after getting out of rehab, to describe the woman who had bought the mansion from him.

When he gave every detail he could think of, Dieter was flabbergasted.

The woman Perry had detailed sounded exactly like the woman in his dreams...

But it couldn't be, could it?

He decided there was only one way to find out.

As soon as he was back to full strength, he'd fly out to New Orleans and knock on your door.

He'd find out once and for all if any of it had been real.

He didn't mean to go to New Orleans on Halloween, but that's how it ended up - with him on an early flight to one of the spookiest cities in the world on the arguably spookiest day of the year.

He took a taxi to get to your house and hesitantly made his way to the front door.

How should he go about telling you he had dreams about you? To ask if you knew him when he was in his coma and was a ghost? What if it had really all been in his head?

There were several carved orange pumpkins on the front porch - jack o' lanterns - something he didn't remember you having last year, and they immediately sent him into a spiral of deep uncertainty.

She can't be her, he thought. She didn't decorate for Halloween last year.

It was kind of ridiculous to assume that just because you hadn't had Halloween decorations one year you wouldn't have them the next, but that was how much he was doubting himself.

He took a moment to beat down his nerves on your doorstep, shake it off, then knocked, not knowing if you'd hear it or if you were even on the same side of the house. Not knowing if you were home at all.

You were both shocked when you opened the door and found yourselves staring at each other.

How could it be? You'd assumed Dieter had moved on well over half a year ago, and yet there he was before you, looking very much alive and in a fresh pair of black jeans and an olive green button down shirt that was basically his tan shirt's twin.

"Holy shit, I didn't think you were actually real!" Dieter exclaimed.

"Are you?" you inquired. "Last I knew you were dead. What the fuck?"

He guffawed and you marveled at the way the skin around his eyes crinkled, at how they shined with life. His hair was more gray than you remembered, but it only added to how alive he looked.

"It turns out I wasn't actually dead," he explained. "I was in a coma. I woke up in a hospital bed back in January and found out I'd been unconscious for several months. I didn't overdose, but I'd had seizures from the cocaine I took. I had no idea that could be a side effect. The doctors said it was a miracle I survived, let alone had a full recovery."

You stepped outside with him. "And you've stayed clean?"

He huffed. "Of fuckin' course. I'm not a complete idiot. I'm not going through that shit again. Physical therapy was a bigger pain in my ass than any of the cravings could ever be."

You laughed briefly before your expression turned serious again. "That's good."

"I wanted to see you sooner," he told you, scratching at his cheek over the beard he still had, though it was more neatly trimmed than it had been the last time you'd seen him. "But I wanted to be fully recovered before I flew back out here, and for part of that time I didn't remember being here. Not even the night me and Perry hung out in the living room."

You folded your arms, nodded, and pursed your lips. "So how much do you remember now?"

You tried to keep your expectations low but there was a knife stabbing at your heart when you realized that he might not be able to recall much of you at all. Did he even remember your kiss?

Dieter smiled. "I remember us not getting off on the right foot, and maybe scaring you on purpose a few times."

You gaped at him. "I KNEW it!"

He grinned slyly and continued, "I remember how we used to talk a lot, and how that would drain my energy right out, but I'd always linger a little too long, until I had no choice but to slip into the darkness to rest for a while. I remember loving your sarcastic sense of humor and the way you lose your breath when you laugh too hard. And I...remember that night, when we kissed."

That had been something else. Unexpectedly titillating. It was by far the sharpest memory he had of that time he'd spent between worlds.

"I don't know if you remember it, but I regretted every day since that I said what I said that night," you told him, chewing your lip.

He nodded. "I remember. But you weren't wrong. You deserve to be with someone breathing, and I was really getting sick of being stuck in the house."

You chuckled but the sound was cut short when you felt him palm your cheek.

He was sooo warm. Real.

Your stomach fluttered when your eyes met.

"I thought I'd never get to say goodbye," you whispered. "All I wanted after I woke up to an empty house was to get that chance. But this, this is so much better."

"I missed you," Dieter admitted, drawing closer to you.

You beamed at him and he felt his chest warm.

"I missed you too."

He pulled you into a kiss, far more passionate than the first you'd shared, and you gripped onto his elbows tightly, fiercely clinging to him, almost afraid to let go.

When you eventually did, you smirked at him. "You're a day late for our anniversary, you know."

"First meetings do not count," he claimed.

"Oh yes they do," you countered.

"Well, excuse me for fuckin' forgetting to fly out yesterday. Pretty sure I still have some brain damage."

You huffed playfully. "Excuses."

Dieter shook his head at you fondly and kissed you again.

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Weekend Update 03/10/2024

Made it another week Nerdie.

That I did. I believe today is Sunday. Too much time in this chair. I think I slept in it before. Too many times.

Nerdie, don't you have a bed?

I do, I don't always make it there. I've usually zoned out and nodded off, the wake up when my neck hurts. 👀 I'm not always writing either, just thinking sometimes.

Couldn't you think in bed Nerdie?

I could, but I don't. That sounds like a good idea. My ideas aren't always great. But I did have a few this week.

My March Spring Prompts continue. I was able to do ten of them without repeating a character! 🤗 This upcoming week we'll see some Pedro peeps come back. Key words: gas station sushi, angst, oil and bath. Remember this is Nerdie 😎, it could be any and everything, but my prompts are mature and not explicit. I do write about some heavy subjects, fluff, a few giggles, and have some innuendos, but my main masterlist is 78% smut so just go there.

The WIP I’d been mentioning for the last few weeks or months (could be either) is finished and posted : Diddle your Dieter to Disco. My first Dieter smut actually which is hilarious at least to me. 🤣 The rest of his Masterlist is fairly fluffy. I would check the warnings on it, I put a lot in it. 👀

Part Two of my series The Lake Between Us is up. Make sure to read the warnings. Ezra introduction has a lot going on. It's an AU so he has both arms but that doesn't mean I didn't torture him other ways. 👀 I do love that ya'll love the taglist name "Taste-testers of Ezra's gumbo." 😆

I finally wrote the follow up to He told me his name called She made me feel. I think I enjoy mentally torturing Pedro characters at this point. Poor Din is so anxious and touch-starved. As always with Din = HANDS. A Nerdie staple. This is The Way.

Now for everyone's favorite (and mine): Fic recommendations!!! (Yes I did type and do a little yell, fanfics are serious. Pfft.) 😄

Confetti by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Pike x f reader) The Quiet Moments Collection

Adrift with you by @morallyinept (Frankie Morales x Jude OFC) The Prologue “I’m behind”’😭

A Real Man by @pedroshotwifey (Frankie Morales x female plus size reader) my request - stay self indulgent everyone! 🥰

Tick by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Frankie Morales x wife reader) The Mistress of Angst!

A Bronx Tale: Part Deux - A Chicago Tale by @justabovewater20 (SydCarmy)

Love’s a weed: just ripe by @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales x ofc - Ruby) Fruits are essential.

Second Chances part 2 by @pedroscurls (Marcus Pike x fem reader) Such a cute series 💕

Cigarettes After Sex by @immarocketman (Awesome artist I follow. 💜)

Promise by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Ezra - dragon x fem reader) The only Pedro character that can pull off being a dragon. 🐉

Please Mister Please by @grogusmum (Joel Miller x fem reader) The fluff 🥹💕

Unconventional Location by @winniethewife (Abel Morales x fem reader)

Personal Shopper by @huntingingoodwill (Dieter Bravo x reader)

Enjoy the Silence by @strang3lov3 (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Spicy Ask #68 by @kewwrites (Din Djarin x reader) Say it with me: HANDS 🙌🏼!!!!

Reminder by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Tim Rockford x fem reader) Sometimes good things happen in Tim’s office.

Forever Starts With You Masterlist (Frankie Morales x chubby fem reader) @criticallyacclaimedstranger I loved all three parts I read 🥰🥰 (A Good Start, A Strong Finish and A New Beginning). It looks like there more to their story so much more reading for me. ❤️

some good friend by @covetyou (Tim Rockford x fem reader) TIM DESERVED THIS ❤️ That is all.

Sanctuary by @thefrogdalorian (Din Djarin x GN reader) Din fluff forever. 🤗

We got your back chapter 1 by @softpascalito (Javier Peña x fem reader)

The Sweetest Melody by @noisynaia (Din Djarin x afab reader)

Rise by @sp00kymulderr (Joel Miller x afab reader) ALL THE FEELS 😭

Falling for you by @fhatbhabie (Joel Miller x plus size reader) Part One - The drama!

Just look at You by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Poe Dameron x fem reader) The Poe Dameron smut we deserve. 🍆

Chapter 3 - Here’s a health to the company… and one to my Boss… by @inept-the-magnificent (Tim Rockford x ofc Jane Nebbie) I just think about this series and I start giggling. Sunshine Nebbie and grump Tim - he is a super grump. But he is also me. 🤣

To the Flame chapter 6.5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) So sweet out of context.

To the Flame chapter 9 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) The slow decent begins...we're just at the start of the ride. 😈

Between the Sheets by @saturn-rings-writes (William Tell x fem reader) Reminded me of an Isley Brothers song. I feel like we're headed toward that song. Please with this direction.

Hiccup by @morallyinept (Javier Gutierrez x fem reader) A whimpering Javi G. What an evening. 😘

A New Home by @charethcutestory02 (Frankie Morales x Benny Miller) Budding feelings. 🤗

Special shout out to Ms. Payday - Le Poet and lover of da words: @maggiemayhemnj They seek her out, have brunches and nightcaps. It's what all writers long for. She checked in on me along with @megamindsecretlair @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @lady-bess

I've been not as active - mainly due to work, school, and the insomnia. But still writing. 😄 priorities. lol

New appreciation for Javier Pena. well not new, re-newed. Maybe am working on a few things. None are good, none are final. Still need polishing. Also need to give Javi G's outline another look. I might...👀 have a chapter for him this week. I hope. @goodwithcheese was pleased with this. @undercoverpena was Luke-warm. I think she thought I was taking something, but if Javi P has shown us anything, sharing is caring. 😘

Stay well, sleep in your bed (unless you're planning not to) and be hydrated,

Love Nerdie 💕

#weekend update #Nerdie's weekend update #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #joel miller #frankie morales #dieter bravo #the mandalorian #nerdie fic rec #fic recommendation #marchficmadness24

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moeswriting · 5 months ago

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Welcome to the Eras Fanfic Tour!! 🌻

This is my quest to write a fanfic inspired by every Taylor Swift song. This is going to be a LONG journey, so I hope you've got some time to give-- definitely more than 10 minutes ;). If you have any ideas for specific songs, let me know in my ask box; my guidelines are posted in the navigation post at the top of my page.

(Note: There are songs I haven't included because I believe that the subject matter isn't really appropriate for a fanfic. For example: Ronan or Soon You'll Get Better. I hope you guys can understand my hesitance there. Also, I'm not necessarily taking direct storylines from songs, I am simply taking inspiration. For example: the vibe of the song, a specific lyric/verse, just the chorus, the music video, etc.)

Album Masterlists:

Debut

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Fearless

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Speak Now

most recent post: mine chapter 4 | a moment of panic brings about some clarity for both you and joel, or joel’s 23rd birthday, your first anniversary, and a moment between joel and his momma (5.5k)

RED

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1989

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reputation

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Lover

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folklore

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evermore

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Midnights

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

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general masterlist 🌼 | guidelines 🪻

#masterlist #taylor swift #eras fanfic tour #debut #fearless #speak now #red #1989 #reputation #lover #folklore #evermore #midnights #ttpd #navigation

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trulybetty · 1 year ago

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Sunday | Week In Review VI

A bit of a slow week this week - nothing much really happened. Got some writing done, announced some things I'm working on and worked on my TBR list. Odd week as my notifications just disappeared and felt a little disconnected. Things seem to be back on track *fingers crossed* - so lets get on with this weeks review...

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Strings Part V Mood Board

Salt Water Soft Launch

Autumnal Offerings

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

How Good It Is (Benny Miller) by @wildemaven Fully on the Benny train, this scratched the itch this week with this delightfully wonderful piece of fluff with a delightful touch of spice and I can't wait to get more insights to this couple's relationship.

A Safe Haven Drabble (Joel Miller) by @darkroastjoel You don’t have to have read the series to appreciate the angst in this small little drabble that packs a punch. Explores Joel’s feelings on the impending arrival of Tommy’s child with the grief of missing Sarah and it manages to do it all in less than 600 words beautifully.

Your Hand In Mine (Joel Miller) by @thelightsandtheroses This is a great opening to a new series and it's such a great opening premise that will have you wanting to find out what happens next and in eager anticipation of what is to come next.

Open Mic Night (Marcus Pike) by @secretelephanttattoo No denying it anymore, I’m ankle-deep in this Pike Puddle and this is an excellent example of what keeps me content with damp *ahem* feet… Are you one of those who forgot it's canon that Marcus was a part of a band? This one-shot is here to remind you with a bang!

Clouds (Joel Miller) by @softlyspector This is incredibly soft with a few hard edges - allusions to events from TLOU2, but no spoilers and no golfing. Highly recommend a read of this.

Little Monsters (Dieter Bravo) by @chronically-ghosted Dad Dieter was not the trope I thought I needed, but here we are and I can’t get enough. This is all what I picture Dieter as a father being like. This is equal parts fluff with equal parts spice which makes for a delightful read!

For the Night (Agent Ortega) by @ladamedusoif I think the pilot hit the web for all of a couple of hours before we were blessed with this delight. As far as I am concerned this is what the pilot should have been, it’s deliciously raunchy and I may have read it several times.

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 5 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl I don’t know if I still have words for my thots feelings on this update to this series. So please accept this gif and go get caught up, and if you've not read it? What are you waiting for?

Spinning in the Rain (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading This is like the best kind of fluff, it's atmospheric, it's indulgent, it's sweet and it's Frankie - what more can you ask for? Oh, and it's based off a song that I already adored and this makes for one to go back to for re-read.

All I Need (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading Mel has such a way with these perfect snippets of fluff and romance that make your heart swell and this is another example of this. I can't do it justice, you just need to read it to experience it!

Exposed (Ezra) by @maggiemayhemnj This was a delightful debut and a great read that flowed just as well as Ezra's poetic prose, which Maggie manages to capture perfectly. If you are a fan of Prospect and Ezra, you will not be disappointed!

Personal Day (Marcus Pike) by @sin-djarin If I'm staying in the puddle, I'm going to make sure it's in good company with fanfics like this one! If Marcus Pike is going to ask me to come back to bed for five more minutes, who am I to deny the man?

Shared Breaths | Chapter 9 (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading It's a triple header here for @frenchiereading! The slow burn of the first eight chapters pays off with a bang here and, it does not disappoint! If you're late to the game like I am on this excellent story, I very much recommend jumping in because it does not disappoint!

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

The thots were truly alive and well on this Narcos gifset. I don't think the image of this post is burned into the back of my eyelids. Also, might have prompted some non-Narcos writing somewhere in the WIP pile...

Thoughts on the contents of the Delta Landscaping Yelp page? We got you here!

@goodwithcheese's book recommendations! I'm off this week and hoping to get some reading done between parental activities.

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

I got four episodes deep on Wrestlers, a Netflix original docu-series on OVW, a Wrestling farm out of Florida that was once where the WWE sent its superstars to cut their teeth before making their debut. I once upon a time was a big WWE fan, so this has been an interesting watch. I'd recommend it too even if you're not a wrestling fan as there are some interesting stories from both those who run it and those who live it.

This Week’s Song…

On a N'Sync kick this week with the rumours that they're going to be reuniting for more than just the Trolls 3 soundtrack/movie. I will be feral if the rumour of a reunion tour materializes!

Happy Sunday all! Here's to a great week ahead!

B 💕 x

#betty's sunday in review #Spotify

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anonymouse1312437 · 10 months ago

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FanFic Ideas

Hey everyone, I have been a bit out of it for a minute. I was wondering if anyone had any ideas they wanted for the following people:

Pedro Pascal (Himself not characters)

Matthew Lillard (Himself not characters)

Characters:

PEDRO PASCAL:

Oberyn Martell

The Mandalorian

Joel

Juan Badillo

Marcus Moreno

Dieter Bravo

Comandante Veracruz

Javi Gutierrez (A favorite of mine)

Agent Marcus Pike

Javier Pena

Nathan Landry

Francisco Morales

MATTHEW LILLARD:

Shaggy Rogers (live action not animated)

Jerry Conlaine (A favorite)

Dean Boland (Another fave)

Stevo

Stu Macher

Brock Hudson

Principal Bosch

Tim LaFlour

Dennis Rafkin

William Afton

Please either leave suggestions here in the comments and whether you want them smutty/fluffy.

If there is a specific trait or fetish/fantasy you would like but, don't want to comment it please feel free to send me a message Privately.

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lincolndjarin · 1 year ago

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11, 22, and 63 please ❤️🙏

mwha kiss kiss kiss thank you for sending an ask!! <3

11- link your three favorite fic right now

consent (dieter bravo x reader)

rises the moon (joel miller x reader)

i cant find it and its killing me but theres a javier x reader where they grew up together and he called her bee. i think its called not his type or not your type??? ive been looking for like an hour pls lmk if you know the name lmao

22- are there certain types of writing you won’t do

i honestly can’t think of anything, i’m open to most stuff. just anything listed in my fic request post. i’ve never written horror but i would love to try that at some point

63- something you hate to see in smut

i dont see it in fanfic as much as other stuff but a big ick of mine is when the author clearly doesn’t have a basic understanding of the female anatomy.

and also when an amab character goes like a million rounds and never takes a break and doesnt get overstimulated lmao

#lincolndjarin #writer asks

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sweetly-yours-and-mine · 2 years ago

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i just stumbled across far from my eyes and holy shit??? one of the most beautiful fics i’ve read in a WHILE. perfectly captures the clumsy and beautiful connection that occurs between friends all too often and how naturally those people fit into each other’s lives. i love when writing feels quiet. like when i read that the voice in my head was whispering as to not disturb this precious moment between two characters. i have so many wonderful things to say about your writing but i don’t know how to put it all into words. that fic made me forget i was reading. i hope you continue the series because i feel like writing like yours is hard to come across in any fandom AND in published writing.

hi sweet anon! (so sorry for not responding sooner, i've been super busy these past few days but every time i thought of your ask i'd get giddy inside)

thank you, thank you, thank you! writing is hard, and it sends me over the moon when readers let me know that the effect i wanted to achieve was achieved, especially with 'far from my eyes' because that was exactly what i wanted, those awkward and fumbling little steps of young love even if javi and the reader both knew each other for so long

and that idea of whispering?? i never thought about it like that and i've always struggled in trying to find how exactly to articulate the action and my thoughts in my writing without intruding on the scene or the flow of the words but not rambling on and on for hours at a time, now that i have a name to it, i'll definitely know what to be looking for when i keep writing

as for 'Don't Tell Me', i do plan on continuing it for sure but i first really do need to finish my finals for this semester as well as Narcos s3 (lol typical me to write for a show i haven't finished), and i have ideas for two marc spector series as well as a dieter bravo series, so it's merely a matter of me buckling down to write these four

i do have another javi oneshot (that i may or may not be extending into a little oneshot universe) right: here

and since i want to spread the love, i do think that your ask could just as well apply to these fanfic writers on tumblr, since i really do look up to them and their writing styles are ones i think heavily influence mine:

@softlyspector - the absolute gold tier standard of writing, she's got some great Joel and Din stuff, and i quite literally throw myself of cliffs for her writing and characterization (especially of the moon knight system, i still need to get around to reading Tales Untold and giving it the full reblogs it deserves)

@pennyserenade - i consider miranda as the javi p expert, in terms of just helping me dive into characters and motivations, she's absolutely amazing (there's a reason she's studying this stuff and it shows) extremely talented, i would die to have 'scenes from a marriage' series with javi p in a published, bound book

@mourningbirds1 - 'don't look and it won't hurt' is just *mwah* i can't even articulate my thoughts about how much i enjoy this series (and hopefully you'll see how much i really do love her story sometime soon) (also the sweetest person around, ok?)

as for published authors i read and look up to (in the same levels as the writers and the works i mentioned above: Sally Rooney, Margaret Atwood, John Steinbeck, Seamus Heaney, Samuel Beckett

and if i could name 'a swift pure cry' by Siobhan Dowd as well

anways nonnie sorry if this was rambly and just grammatically horrendous and not the answer you were looking for, but i wanted to let you know ab how warm and fuzzy this made me feel and extend that feeling to the lovely souls here as well and give you a little sneak peak into my future plans

#maria talks #maria's mail #i absolutely love getting asks from you guys

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 2 years ago

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B, F, G, for the writing ask. 🤗

Hi lovely! Thank you for sending this in 🥰

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Palomino is inspired by my riding holidays, though I haven't been on one in the US! The latter chapters of Consent are inspired by my trips to Italy. I would say travel has been on big inspiration for my fics!

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I always outline my chapters first to get a shape of the arc. When I'm outlining, I do go out of order, adding scenes where I need to. But once the skeleton is set, I have to write in order. It's an OCD of mine for sure, I can't skip scenes!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I would say my favourite dialogue scenes belong to Consent - these two bring out a side of my writing that still gets me when I re-read the chapters from time to time. I'm particularly proud of their fight scenes, they're at the same time so difficult and so easy to write!

But my favourite must be their makeup scene in Concentric, where Dieter calls Sweetheart out on her ruse, putting it under a cut so it doesn't get too long:

Fanfic ask game

Finding his voice, he opens with an apparent non-sequitur. ‘You do impulsive things when you’re mad. You know that, sweetheart?’

You brows knit in confusion. ‘What?’

‘You heard me.’

You humour him, arms crossed. He knows that you probably think he’s just drunk. ‘Ok. Like what?’

‘Like flying 6,000 miles to see me.’

‘I’m here to see Ana.’

Dieter shakes his head slowly, a smile unfolding as he begins to find his footing for the first time since you appeared out of thin air and turned his day upside down. ‘She sold me out, didn’t she? Constance too. I should’ve known they’d be on your side.’

You snort. ‘You’re talking crazy, Bravo.’

He crowds you against the wall, meeting no resistance as your back hits the stone, and he coaxes. ‘Admit it, sweetheart, and I’ll give you everything you came for. I just need to hear it from your pretty little mouth.’

#ask games #fuckyeahwriting

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freakrenaissance · 2 years ago

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Loved everything about this! Just a hint of that softness in our dieter, & Ooh so hot! Fantastic fic!

👆🏾 me outside dieters window 😆

the bet [part two] - all bets are off [dieter bravo x f!reader]

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Words: ~3.3k Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT [oral sex - f receiving, nipple play, switch!dieter, switch!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, cream pie, dieter curses a lot and just has a dirty mouth, he's also a tease, kinda sorta semi-public sex because...well, you'll see]. Oh, there's also some smoking mary jane - drug mention. Summary: After losing the bet from last night and that kiss, you end up at Dieter's place, where you both give in to what you really want. A/N: This is part two of the bet!

[dieter masterlist]

Tags: No more taglists, but I will be tagging people I know will read it. @fireproofmarta @absurdthirst

“Hey, pretty lady. You doing anything tonight?”

You smiled as soon as you heard the voice on the other end.

“Hmm…Dieter Bravo,” you hummed, sitting back in your chair.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

“No,” you giggled.

“Oh…that’s good. So can we, like, make out again because I seriously can’t stop thinking about it.” He inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

“Are you getting high?” you asked.

“Duh. Are you gonna answer my question?”

You chuckled. “I have lunch in a few hours. Gimme your address,” you said, and suddenly he was sputtering and coughing in your ear.

“S-Sorry.” He quickly gave you his address, and you wrote it down. “Gotta go clean up the place.” Before you could say another word, he hung up, and you looked at the phone before hanging it up, shaking your head.

Most of the time, you never even took lunch. You spent your days hunched over your desk, either standing or sitting, trying to get as much work done as possible. Maybe this thing you have going on with Dieter would change that.

The taxi pulled up to the building you sort of remember from last night, and you stepped out. You rechecked the apartment number and rang the buzzer.

“Yeah?” Dieter’s voice crackled through the intercom.

“It’s me,” you said.

“Oh, shit. Right. Buzzing you in!” The intercom clicked, then buzzed and the door unlocked. You made your way to the elevator and pressed the button for the 10th floor.

“10…35,” you whispered to yourself. As soon as you reached the door, it swung open. “Whoa!”

“Hey!” Dieter simpered, trying his best to lean against the door frame seductively. The smell of weed wafted out into the hall.

“You gonna let me in?” you asked.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He held the door open for you, and you walked inside. There was nothing humble about this place. It was a beautiful loft, the kind you had always wanted to live in but could never afford.

“Holy fuck, Dieter,” you mumbled.

“What?” he asked as he stood beside you.

“This place is amazing,” you told him, shrugging off your jacket.

“Yeah?” He nudged you playfully.

“Yup.” You turned to him, biting your lip.

“What did I tell you about biting that lip? My job, remember?” He pulled your lip from between your teeth, and you blinked at him innocently. Then he was kissing you.

“Mmm,” you hummed as he walked backward, pulling you along. The backs of his legs hit his bed, and he fell onto it. You squealed and giggled as you fell on top of him.

“This would be so much nicer if you were naked,” he said, pulling you into another kiss. His tongue dipped into your mouth, and you sucked on it, taking him by surprise.

“So, kissing me isn’t enough for you?” you teased.

“I didn’t say that. I just…come here….” He pulled you closer, then pressed his lips to your ear. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Oh,” you breathed, closing your eyes and grinding against him. You kissed him deeply, then pulled away. “You know what would be hotter?” you asked before kissing him again.

“Hm?”

“You…fucking me…against those…big windows,” you told him between kisses.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmured against your lips. His hands palmed your ass and helped you wind your hips against him. He wasn’t wearing underwear under his pajama pants—it was becoming more apparent the longer this went on.

“Wanna let all of the city know you’re fucking me,” you said breathlessly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding your hips still. You sat up and looked down at him. He had moved one of his hands into his pajama pants. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You almost made me cum in my pants, that’s what.” He hissed as he held himself and tried to regain his composure. “Been a while,” he confessed.

“Want me to—”

“No!” he exclaimed. “I mean…please, stay right where you are.”

“I do have to get back to work eventually, Dieter.”

He pulled his hand from his pants and sat up, wrapping his arms around you. “I know, I know. Can I just…can I see your tits?” he asked, making a face.

“Real classy,” you teased, and he shrugged. You shook your head even as you unbuttoned your shirt. Dieter eagerly watched, his hands opening and closing at on your thighs.

You let your shirt fall open, and he quickly reaches around to work on the clasps of your bra. He was better at that than anyone else you had been with. You shrugged your shirt off and let your bra slide down. He looked up into your eyes and asked silently. You took his hands and put them on your breasts.

“There…”

“Damn…” He moved his hands carefully, slowly dragging the pad of his thumbs along your nipples. He noticed how that made them hard immediately, so he repeated the action, picking up speed until you were writhing in his lap.

“Fuck, Dieter.” You looked down and watched him fondle you.

“Hm?” He looked into your eyes as he grabbed one breast and slowly moved his tongue over the nipple.

“Shit…fuck…” You grabbed the back of his head, pulling on the soft curls. He latched on and sucked, lathing your nipple with his tongue simultaneously. “Dieter, don’t make me cum in my pants when I have to go back to work,” you moaned.

He pulled away from your breast with a pop and licked your nipple as if he couldn’t get enough. “You’re gonna cum just from me playing with your tits?” he asked, pulling at your nipples playfully. You hissed and nodded.

“Interesting,” he purred before moving to the other nipple, looking into your eyes as he did.

“Ah, fuck you, Dieter,” you scolded even as you held his head in place.

“I wish you would,” he teased before biting down on your nipple. You gasped and trembled.

“D-Dieter,” you whimpered. “Don’t…fucking….” He continued teasing one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers. “Ah! Dieter!” You started to cum, your hips jerking against him as you threw your head back.

“God, I could listen to you say my name like that all day.” He watched you intently as you came because of him.

“You…piece of shit,” you breathed as you laid your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and rubbed your back.

“That was the hottest thing ever,” he said.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” You bit his neck and then licked it before sitting up and moving off his thigh. “Gotta get back to work.”

“You can’t say something like that and leave.” He rolled off his bed, not even trying to hide how hard he was.

“Yeah, I can,” you said with a wink.

“Well, are you gonna come back tonight?” he asked.

“I’ll think about it.” You slipped your bra back on and then your shirt. You walked over and kissed him. “Make sure those windows are clean before I come back, okay?” You tapped his cheek, and he nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You walked out of the apartment, leaving Dieter standing there like he was lost.

As soon as you left, Dieter searched his place for any cleaning solution he could find to clean his windows.

You sat in your office, anxious to leave. You clicked the pen in your hand repeatedly, checking the clock impatiently. Coincidentally, the mix you were listening to on your Spotify began playing So Anxious by Ginuwine.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. Then it hit you. You were eager to fuck Dieter fucking Bravo. Was he even good in bed? Well, he was good with his tongue. That much you knew.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how he made you cum in your panties. He was exceptionally good with his tongue.

The clock finally struck 5:00, and you practically ran out of the door. You took a taxi to Dieter’s place and excitedly buzzed his apartment.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He buzzed you in, and you walked to the elevator. When you got to the 10th floor, he was waiting for you.

“I hope you know my dick hasn’t gone down since you left,” he said, and you laughed.

“You’re not the one who had to go to work with wet panties.” You walked with him to his loft and stepped inside, noticing that the windows looked much cleaner.

“How wet?” he asked.

“Soaked,” you told him.

“Never thought I’d be the guy to get your panties wet, hm? The guy you hated,” he teased.

“I never hated you, Dieter.” You walked over to the windows and looked out over the city. The sun was going down, and you always thought it looked better at night.

“Wanna smoke?” he asked. “High sex is spectacular.”

“Is it?”

“Uh, yeah. I just remember from…a long time ago,” he said.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’m some kinda playboy or something.” This was Dieter Bravo being vulnerable, and you appreciated that.

“It’s fine. Really. Let’s smoke. I think we both need to relax.”

You laughed loudly as Dieter told you another story. The coffee table was littered with half-eaten food and snacks, and you can’t remember how much you smoked, but it felt good to let go for a while.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, reaching out to touch your cheek.

“Thanks.” You sat back and stared at him. “So…are you gonna show me how spectacular high sex can be?”

“Only if you want me to.” He moved closer, and you slowly reached between his legs, touching him through his flimsy pants. Then you slip your hand past the waistband and wrap your hand around his dick.

“For me?” you asked.

“Oh, hell yeah.” His hips moved in time with your hand.

“How does that feel?”

He only looked at you and nodded, then looked down at your hand moving in his pants. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed.

“Just this?” You continued to stroke him slowly.

“Nuh uh but…fuck it. I can’t think straight right now.”

“Wanna take these off?” you asked.

“Please.” He lifted his hips, pulled his pants down, and kicked them off. Your eyebrows shot up as you took in the size of him. You would have never guessed.

“Wow, Mr. Bravo,” you simpered. You stroked him a little faster, twisting your hand as you did. You stopped for a moment, and he was about to complain until you spat onto his cock and began stroking him again.

His eyes rolled back into his head. “Don’t…stop….”

“You want me to make you cum like this?” You tilted your head, waiting for his answer. His only response was to move your hand away and take the rest of his clothes off.

You stood and undressed. He watched you intently, looking at you up and down.

“Come on.” He led you to the windows you loved and turned you so your back was to them. You leaned against them carefully as he kissed you deeply.

As much as he wanted to be inside you, he also wanted to taste you. He pulled away from the kiss and dropped his knees in front of you. He lifted one of your legs and put it over his shoulder.

“I knew you had a pretty pussy,” he said before spreading your lips with his thumbs. When you felt his tongue on your clit, you gasped.

“I wanna sit on your fucking face,” you moaned.

He froze. “You do?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

He lay on the floor in front of the windows, flat on his back. “Let’s fucking do this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I never—”

“I’m sure, beautiful. Come on.”

You stood above him, then slowly lowered yourself to straddle him.

“You’re gonna have to bring it closer,” he teased, and you giggled. “Are you teasing me?”

You shrugged innocently and moved yourself up his body until you kneeled over his face. “What if you start suffocating or something?” you asked.

“Then I’ll die happy. Come on. I’m ready.” He licked his lips as you slowly moved close enough for him to taste you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you whimpered.

“Mmm!” His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you against his tongue. Your hips started moving back and forth, riding his tongue and face as if your life depended on it. Your hand grasped his on your thigh.

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cried. “I’m gonna cum on your tongue.”

That only made him swirl his tongue around you and slurp you down eagerly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Dieter!” You came hard, your body writhing and jerking on top of him. You were about to climb off, but Dieter held onto your thighs. He wasn’t entirely done.

“Dieter…what…what…I…ah! Too much!” Surprisingly, you were coming again, gushing all over his face. You finally pulled yourself away and climbed off him, your body still trembling.

“If I could drown in you, I would,” he said. You looked at him and noticed just how wet his face was because of you.

“Did…I do that?” you asked, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you did.” He lay there catching his breath. “You need a break or….”

“I’m fine.” You stood and walked over to the windows again, leaning and pressing your back against one, trying to look as seductive as possible. Dieter sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Fucking goddess,” he whispered. He got to his feet, walked over to you, and caged you between his arms. “Is this how you want it?” He moved one hand to your thigh and lifted your leg to his waist. He slowly moved back and forth, getting his dick wet with your juices.

“Yes,” you murmured, and he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“Who gave you the right to be so tight?” Dieter asked through his teeth. You laughed, but it turned into a gasp when he pushed himself into you completely. You both cried out.

“You fill me so well,” you whined, tucking your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.

“You feel too good….” He began pumping in and out of you, stretching you in the best way.

“More,” you begged.

“Yeah?” He pumped faster, pressing your body against the window’s glass even more.

“Mmm fuck me,” you cried.

“You like that, pretty lady? Hm? Tell me.”

“Yes. Yes, I like it!” You moved with him, but suddenly he was pulling out of you and turning you toward the window.

“Hold on,” he warned, and you placed both hands on the glass. He was inside you much faster this time, pumping hard and fast.

“Is this how you want it, baby?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Ye-ah-ah,” you moaned, your voice coming out in a stammer, timed with his thrusts. “No one’s ever fucked me like this before,” you admitted.

“You know what that means?” He pressed himself against you and laced the fingers of one of his hands with yours. His other hand slid up your body to your neck.

“It means…you’re mine,” he growled. He pushed into you and stilled. You whined and turned your head to look over your shoulder. Then his tongue was in your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, and you loved it.

“Fuck me, Dieter,” you whimpered, then bit your lip innocently.

“I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fucking your tight little pussy,” he grunted as he slipped a hand between your legs.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him, pushing against his thrusts.

“You want a cream pie, hm?” He smirked.

“Yeah. I want it…deep.” You pushed against him again, and he spanked you.

“I wish you could see how pretty your ass looks, bouncing against me. Or how wet you got my dick.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you told him before backing up against him so hard he stumbled back. You approached him and pushed him onto the bed, then straddled him. You spit on his dick and stroke it before lowering yourself on it. Your hands find his chest for balance as you start bouncing on him.

“Goddamn…” He grabbed your ass and helped you bounce.

“Shit,” you cried, closing your eyes. The curly hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, and it was just the right amount of friction.

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming,” he said.

You shook your head. “Not dreaming, Mr. Bravo.” His cock throbbed inside you, and you smirked.

“God, call me that again,” he moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“You like when I ride you, Mr. Bravo?” You bounced a little faster.

“Mm-hm. Yeah, I do,” he gasped.

“You’ve made me cum twice today. I think it’s your turn, hm?”

He nodded wildly. “Yeah, yeah…my turn. Fuck! Fucking fuck me!”

You moved one hand to his neck and squeezed lightly. “I bet I can make you cum in less than a minute,” you teased. You swirled your hips on him and bounced hard and fast, ignoring the burning in your thighs.

“Shit…fuck…fffff….” He shouts your name, sitting up quickly and wrapping his arms around you tightly to stop you from moving. “Shhhhiiiiit. Can’t stop coming,” he said, and you giggled.

“Give it all to me. I can take it, Mr. Bravo.” You kissed his nose, and he groaned. “Hmm, I think you’re leaking out of me. Wanna see?”

He nodded weakly. You slid off him and sat on the bed with your legs spread. “See?”

“Jesus…” He slid his fingers up and down your slit, gathering his cum, before pushing it back inside you. You grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your lips so you could suck them clean. He slipped them out of your mouth and then kissed you hard. He was tasting himself from your mouth, and he loved it.

He laid you down carefully as he continued to kiss you. When he pulled away, he just looked down at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just…I can’t believe we just did that,” he laughed, and it made you laugh.

“You’re an idiot,” you teased.

Dieter was certainly a cuddler. He was pressed against your back right now—arm draped over your waist, and his head nuzzled into your back. He snored softly, and you carefully placed one hand over his, then slowly started to move it. You didn’t want to wake him.

You rolled out of bed quietly and scurried to the bathroom on your tiptoes.

Dieter just happened to wake up when you were in the bathroom. He blinked a few times to focus, reaching out to find an empty space beside him. He sat up quickly and looked around the dark apartment.

He put his head in his hands and sighed loudly. “Too good to be true, you idiot.”

“What did you say?” you asked as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ha!” He practically jumped out of bed and ran over to you, wrapping you up in his arms. “You’re still here!”

“Uh, yeah. You thought I left?”

“Mmhmm.” He buried his face against your neck.

“I never thought I’d say this about you, but…you’re adorable, Dieter Bravo.”

“Adorable enough to have sex with again?” he said, and you shoved him playfully. He just stood there looking at you.

“What? Now?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah. I dunno about you, but I could go for another round or ten,” he quipped.

“10? Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the bed.

“I could make you cum ten more times,” he said arrogantly.

“Oh, you think so?” You climbed onto the bed, putting your ass on display for him.

“Wanna bet?” he asked with a smirk before walking over.

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bluestar22x · 30 days ago

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Unknown: Chapter 4

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC!Hazel Collins

Series Summary: When a 12 year old girl shows up on Dieter's doorstep claiming to be his daughter his world is changed forever.

Rating: 18+ series (explicit content)

Word Count: 2,050(ish)

Warnings: Lots of fluff, a subtitle mention of depression, and abandonment issues

Author's Note: This one's all about Dieter and Ally. Dieter and Hazel are on a very slow burn but they'll get there. ;)

xxx

"Should I take the knife block off the counter?" Dieter asked nervously, glancing over at the concerning item in the corner of his kitchen.

"She's twelve, not six, sir," James replied politely, though his eyes gave away the humor he found in his boss having no idea how to treat a preteen.

"Right. Right."

Dieter hadn't felt this much anxiety in a while. He'd never had a kid in his mansion before, let alone for the weekend, and that's exactly what he'd volunteered for.

A few days ago Hazel had mentioned that she would have a couple long night shifts at work that weekend and that Ally would be watched by a sitter so they wouldn't be able to meet up with him. Not wanting to go the weekend without seeing Ally, Dieter had suggested that their daughter could stay with him from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning instead.

It had only been two weeks since their trip to the pier, but Dieter figured he must have proved himself to be responsible and trustworthy enough because Hazel had agreed to it, albeit with some initial hesitancy and a long list of rules she'd made him repeat back to her over the phone.

There was a couple small knocks on the front door and Dieter abandoned James in the kitchen to answer it.

Ally was on the other side, alone, with a lavender suitcase over half her height to her right.

"Ally, where's your mom?" Dieter inquired, arching a brow.

"She's running a little late, so she dropped me off at the gate," she answered, shrugging.

Dieter couldn't help but wonder if that was the only reason, but that was coming from the paranoid portion of his mind. They were on good terms, there was no reason she'd be avoiding him.

He ushered Ally inside, taking control of her suitcase in the process. "Mi casa, su casa."

"Cool." She grinned. "So, which room am I staying in?"

Dieter nodded at the stairs to the second floor. "Second room to the left."

Ally led the way up the stairs but took her time, waving at James as they passed him and glancing at everything in the vicinity of the stairway. White walls and a ton of paintings mostly. "Did you paint any of these?"

"A few," Dieter replied, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal because it wasn't to him. It wasn't often he felt one of his paintings was worth displaying, though he spent a lot of his free time making them.

"Cool," Ally said again, and he smiled at her sincerity.

He cleared his throat when they reached her room and had to halt in front of the closed door. "Lilac is your favorite color, right?"

"In particular...," she paused, "Why?"

He twisted the doorknob and pushed against the door to reveal a spacious room that was entirely lilac and white. The walls, the bedspread, the desk, the chair, the clothes chest at the end of the bed, the curtains, even the flower paintings on the walls. The room did not match the rest of the house at all, to his interior designer's dismay, but he was hoping Ally would approve.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Got my painter and interior designer in here quick to set it up for you, so don't touch the walls, they're still drying."

She gaped at her surroundings then at him, eyes wide. "This is all mine?"

"Yeah."

She lit up and dove for the bed, covering her mouth with both hands when she looked up again and knelt on the mattress. "Oh my god Dee! This is amazing!"

He smirked at the overwhelming joy on her face. "Soooo...you like it?"

She stared at him like he'd grown two heads. "Do I like it? I LOVE it!"

"There's more," he announced, letting go of her suitcase and making his way to a sturdy stand next to the room's bay window, where something was hidden under a flowery throw blanket.

"More?" Ally questioned in disbelief as she slid back off the now ruffled bedspread.

"I also recall you liking Nemo fish," Dieter said.

"Clownfish, but yeah, when I was seven I was obsessed with them," she confirmed.

"Well, I hope you're still interested in them, cause..."

"No way..."

Dieter tugged the blanket towards him to reveal a forty gallon saltwater fish tank, complete with some sea anemones, rocks, and two orange Clownfish with white stripes that were outlined in black.

Ally gasped. "I'm dreaming."

She knelt in front of the tank and studied the fish with wonder in her expression as they explored their tank.

"Got them yesterday," Dieter informed her. "The fish people set it up properly."

He'd paid extra for it, since he himself had no idea how to care for fish. James was going to help with any maintenance of the tank since he had one himself, though his was freshwater.

Eventually Ally stood back up and surprised him by immediately throwing her arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly as she laid her head against his chest. A moment passed before he recovered from the suddenness of it and embraced her too, patting her back lightly as a warmth flooded his chest.

"Thank you! Thank you!" she exclaimed when she pulled away.

Dieter beamed at her. "You're welcome, kid. Just figured you'd like something to look forward to when you come over."

Ally frowned. "But I do anyway."

"You'll get bored of me eventually," he said, "After all, I'm just your old man."

She seemed to want to say something else, but the words never came out of her. Instead she changed the subject.

"Can we go swimming today?" she inquired.

"Yes, as long as you wear a cover up," he told her. "Not going to hand you back to your mom looking like a lobster."

Ally giggled. "Yeah. Yeah. She packed me one."

Less than a half hour later they were dipping into the in ground pool in his fenced backyard. A backyard that was fairly good sized for LA, but looked absolutely tiny due to how much space the pool took up.

"This isn't a pool; it's a hot tub," Ally complained after ducking under the water and wiping droplets off her face.

"It's heated to eighty degrees, not one hundred," Dieter argued.

"That's still hot."

"Give it twenty years, you'll think different."

Ally gave him a dubious look then rolled onto her back to do some back strokes around him.

"Nice, you take swimming lessons?" Dieter questioned.

She stood up on her tip toes, the water level just low enough for her to keep her head and some of her chest out of it. "No, mom taught me some of the basics. We used to go to the local public pool all the time. What about you 'old man'?"

"I was a lifeguard for a summer during high school," he answered.

Her eyes broadened a little. "Did you save anyone?"

He shook his head. "Nah. It was for a hotel pool. Nothing too exciting usually happens at those. Not that I wanted anything to happen. It was an excuse to sit outside and get paid to do nothing mostly."

She nodded. "Nice."

For a while they were mostly quiet, going through some of their favorite swimming techniques and enjoying the warm sun without the sweat.

Ally noticed the half dozen pool noodles he kept under the back porch and dragged a couple of them in keep herself afloat without effort, letting the water being filtered back into the pool push her around it slowly.

"Sooo...why all the dark paintings?" she eventually asked.

Dieter blinked at her from his seat on the underwater stairs and rubbed at his bare chest. "Uh, they just speak to me."

She looked confused. "How?"

He sighed and thought about it for a bit, unsure if he should be honest or not. He decided on a tamed honesty.

"I grew up without a mom," he explained. "She left when I was three. And while my dad was a good one, he couldn't keep me from wondering why; wondering if it was my fault. And then I grew up and faced the same demons she'd had and realized that was why she'd run away. And even though I've mostly gotten past my own issues, there's something that's still cathartic about those dark paintings. Like they help suck the sadness and anger out of me. Does that make sense?"

Ally nodded soberly before speaking. "Is that why you took my mom's side?"

"No," he said firmly, "I took her side cause she was right."

Ever the stubborn preteen, she frowned at that. "If you say so."

He shook his head at her but didn't say anything else. Sometimes understanding only comes with age.

He only looked away for a moment before there was a sound of splashing and he felt pool water pour down over his head. His eyes darted to Ally, the only reason the water could've landed on him and she smirked. "You need to lighten up."

"Do I?" Dieter growled. "Cause I think what I really need is revenge."

He lunged towards her playfully and she let out a squeal as he relentlessly splashed her back. When he stopped she was a dripping mess, her dark hair flat and almost completely enshrouding her face.

She was gasping and giggling. "Okay! Okay! You win!"

Dieter couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so hard.

After eating delivery pizza for supper and watching Moana together, Dieter and Ally got ready for bed in their separate bathrooms, both finishing at nine o' clock sharp.

When he met her back in her bedroom, she was laying in bed on her stomach. She tilted her head towards the hallway as soon as he entered, a confused expression on her face. "Why is your bedroom two doors down?"

"Cause it's far away enough I can watch late night TV when you're asleep," he answered, "And you can sneak in some late night Tik Tok on your phone if you want." He winked at her and she laughed.

"But I'd prefer if you got some rest," he added. "I have plans for tomorrow."

That piqued her interest, and she sat up in bed. "What kind of plans?"

"Nothing too exciting," he replied. "But I spend a lot of my Saturdays at home painting and I thought maybe we could paint together."

She beamed at him.

"You like that plan?"

"I do."

"Then get some rest," he ordered. "Otherwise, your painting will be as sleepy as you will look."

He was going to leave after that, but hesitated as something occurred to him. "You still get tucked in?"

Ally shrugged. "Sometimes."

"Want me to do it? It still gets a little chilly in here sometimes with the AC."

"Sure." Her answer was short, but held a lot in it. Surprise, shyness, and a touch of delight. Even if she had secretly thought she was too old for it, it sounded like she wouldn't have refused. Maybe because she wanted him to do it as much as he wanted to.

She slipped her legs under the sheets of the mostly unmade bed and Dieter pulled them up to her shoulders, making sure to tuck the edges around her so she was well bundled.

"Goodnight kid."

She smiled sleepily up at him. "Goodnight, Dee."

The same warmth he'd felt earlier when she hugged him spread through his body and he fought off the urge to kiss her forehead, too fast, too soon, with the task of turning off the light on her night stand.

With one last glance at her still form in the dark, he left the room, closing the door gently behind him.

He had nearly reached his bedroom when his cell phone buzzed.

When he plucked it out of one of his pockets he found a text waiting for him from Hazel.

Ally in bed?

He immediately texted her back. Yes.

How'd it go?

Day went well. We swam and ate some pizza. Watched a Disney movie. No nuts were spotted.

Haha. She didn't fight you on going to bed?

No. I promised painting in the morning.

Ah. Bribe. Smart. You didn't shower her with gifts, I hope.

Just set up her room and got her a couple Nemo fish.

Dieter!