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booknerdproblems · 4 years ago

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Liberty Chapter 1

Hello my loves! Right. SO. Here is Chapter oneeee. Excitinggg. Anyways. I probably should have come up with a better starting point for the first chapter but anywayssss. Also some of the formatting is a little of so sorry! Comments and replies make me so happy!

You can find my masterlist here.

T/W: cursing

“Morning Nox!” Rowan waved to the security man.

“Morning young Whitethorn.” Nox replied, scanning his beaten-down, second-hand car from front to back.

“Aw, a new trainee,” Rowan pointed to the small sniffer dog being led around his car.

“Yeah, got her yesterday.”

“She’s adorable.”

“She’s trained to seek out bombs.” Nox said dryly.

“Doesn’t mean she’s not adorable.”

“Alright, Mr Whitethorn, you are good to go.”

“Bye, Nox.”

Rowan drove slowly up to the back door of the White House, marvelling at the architecture for what felt like the billionth time. No matter how many times he visited, it never got old.

Getting out of the car, he shouldered his backpack, walking inside.

“Morning Ress,” he waved.

“Morning Rowan.” The young guard replied.

“Aelin ready to go?”

“She hasn’t left her room yet.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. Typical. Utterly typical. His best friend… wasn’t the most punctual person in the world.

He continued along the marbled corridor, racing up the stairs.

He sucked in a sharp breath as Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius came round the corner.

“Hey, Rowan,” Rhoe smiled at him, “Here to pick up Aelin?”

“Yes, sir.” Although he’d known the president and her husband for a year, he still felt like he owed them as much respect as he could muster.

“Honestly, Rowan, you’re practically family by now, please call me Rhoe.”

“No can do. Sir.” Rowan winked.

“Joining us for dinner tonight, Rowan?” Evalin interjected, smiling warmly at him.

“If you’ll have me, Madam President.” The title was more in jest than anything.

“Pizza on the couch, bring pajamas.”

“Thanks Mrs G!” He called as he drew further away, heading towards Aelin’s room.

Rowan nodded to Brullo, on guard outside the door, and the older man just frowned at him before waving him through.

He entered the cream wallpapered room, the walls plastered with posters of Aelin’s favourite bands, actors, athletes. He scanned the room, and his eyes landed on the lump in the middle of the bed. Strands of long blonde hair were strewn across the pillow, and Rowan sighed.

There was only one thing to be done, when Aelin was asleep, and it wasn’t gently shaking her awake. Reaching into his back pocket, he clicked on Spotify, thumb hovered over ‘Highway to Hell’, raised it to his best friend's ear, making sure the volume was on full blast, and clicked play.

“FUCK OFF, BUZZARD.” A muffled shriek came from beneath the sheets as the painfully loud music filled the room.

“Aelin. School. First day. Senior year. Late.”

A beat of silence. Then-

“Shit!” Aelin jolted upright, frantically scrambling at the covers, but only managing to get herself more tangled.

Rowan laughed as she tugged and pulled but only succeeded in getting her top half hanging out of the bed, legs still twisted. He laughed even harder when she fell on her ass on the opposite side of the bed, or at least until she hit him- hard- with a pillow.

Rowan was still chuckling slightly as she glared at him, hair wild, hands on hips, faint mascara remantants streaked over her face. Aelin in the mornings wasn’t the most amicable person ever.

When it became apparent he wasn’t going to stop looking smug, Aelin huffed and headed toward the wardrobe, hips swaying. Rowan tried- tried- goddamn him not to ogle her long legs in the dangerously short nightgown, and failed miserably. He’d always known Aelin was attractive, even when he met her as a slightly gangly sixteen year old, but this past year- shit. There was no doubt about it- Rowan was hopelessly in love with his best friend. Who also happened to be the Pride and Joy of Terrasen.

When Evalin became President when Aelin was fourteen, she’d been painted as this bright young teenager with a stunning future ahead of her. Painted demurely for every event, her mother’s PR team had a fabulous time making her the figurehead of Terrasen’s youth, and she was widely loved across the country.

In reality, Aelin was quite the rebellious teenager. She swore, she had an atrocious temper that Rowan had been on the end of one too many times. Aelin loved anything wild and reckless, much to the chagrin of her secret service team.

Ever since it became apparent to the press around her sixteenth birthday that Aelin was becoming a very attractive young woman, the tabloid’s had taken great pleasure in splashing highly speculative articles about her across the front pages, most of which were highly inappropriate. Since she was technically a minor, nothing too damaging had been published, but she turned eighteen in two months, and Rowan just knew the articles were simply going to get worse. Rowan knew she hated it, but Aelin was, well, Aelin. She simply acted like she didn’t give a flying fuck.

The door to the walk-in wardrobe swung open, and there was Aelin, freshly clad in black chunky boots, black tights, a mid-thigh black skirt, a band t shirt, and a denim jacket. No press appearances today, just another day of high school. Aelin smirked at his blatant staring, shoving his shoulder and grabbing his hand.

“Come on buzzard, “ Aelin tugged him out the door and down the corridor, a secret service agent falling into place behind them.

She winked, “senior year awaits.”

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morbidgrl-archive3 · 3 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

animal. bat,tarantula,crow.

colour. blood red,black,charcoal.

month. october.

song. pagan fears by mayhem.

number. six.

day or night. night.

plant. carnations.

smell. cigarette smoke,pot,cotton candy body mist.

gemstone. moonstone.

season. autumn.

place. new orleans.

food. sour candy,chicken nuggets,pizza.

astrological sign. scorpio.

element. fire.

drink. energy drinks,coffee(none of that fancy shit,scout likes hers plain ol' black and piping hot),and diet soda lmao.

tagged by: no oneeee stole from @n0t-ohfuckingkay hehe

tagging: everyone !

#━ ⸸˚⊹ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. ⛧ 🦇 : 𝖉𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘.#i want to add more to the new orleans part but i have brain rot </3

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bougainvilea · 4 years ago

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tagged (but not really) by @spqrksfly !!

what is the color of your hairbrush? Don’t have oneeee

name a food you never eat: mayonnaise 🤢 🤢

are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold??

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Ummm watching critical role? Hehe

what’s your favorite candy bar? Twix is gr8, also crunchie

have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yea of course lol. Did I enjoy it? That’s a better question

what is the last thing you said out loud? “Bye, love you!”

what is your favorite ice cream? Choc chip or cookies and cream.

what was the last thing you had to drink? water!!!!

do you like your wallet? yea obv

what is the last thing you ate? Nutella on challah 🤤

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Yes! Lmao what a rare answer for me

what’s the last sporting event you watched? Uhhhhh probs the aus open with my parents??? Maybe???

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Butter?????? Caramel is yum but buttered popcorn is yumm

who is the last person you sent a text message to? My friend ??

ever been camping? Yea!!

do you take vitamins? I should lil

do you regularly attend a place of worship? I did but then they were shit so not anymoreeeeee

do you have a tan? Ew

do you prefer Chinese or pizza? Ooooof depends on my mood

do you drink your soda through a straw? I prefer it but often don’t

what color socks do you usually wear? ????? Is this a thing????

do you ever drive above the speed limit? so often lmao sjsjsh

what terrifies you? Heights!!!

look to your left, what do you see? A beanbag

what chore do you hate most? Probs taking out the bin which is weird bc I used to not hate that that much.

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Hello u r a normal person

what’s your favorite soda? Cola but also it’s soft drink wtf is soda

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Either??

what’s your favorite number? 26 or 9

who’s the last person you talked to? @light-of-battle hehe

favorite meat? Pork 🤤 (I’m a pesketarian so I no longer eat pork but yum yum)

last song you listened to? I think “I’m looking through you” by the Beatles!

last book you read? I’m reading breaking dawn!!!

favorite day of the week? Lmao I don’t have an opinion, maybe Saturday if I had to choose

can you say the alphabet backwards? No?

how do you like your coffee? I don’t

favorite pair of shoes? I mean. Idk I have some boots thag are nice but uncomfy. Currently wearing my runners a lot

time you normally get up? 10:30 lol

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsettttt

how many blankets on your bed? 1 big fluffy doona

describe your kitchen plates: various!

describe your kitchen at the moment: cleeeean!! I cleaned last night

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? g&t probs

do you play cards? Yesssss

what color is your car? Red

can you change a tyre? Nope

your favorite state or province? What do u MEAN Victoria I guess??

favorite job you’ve had? I like my job as a tutor, but honestly pizzeria wasn’t bad!

I tag @gunsfrhands @light-of-battle @taylorry and @londonsboy !!!!

#aya talks #tag meme

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your-diabolik-lovers · 6 years ago

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Sub or Dom?? Food wise not the... uh... yeah other...oneeee hehe. bUt I BET Y’ALL WISH IT WAS THE OTHER ONE LOLLL

Shuu: How can that be taken in any other way?

Lyn: Subway or Domino’s… what else would it mean?

Laito: Oh, you little dumby, so oblivious as always.

Lyn: Square up, Laito, I swear to god…

Ayato: I like playing with dominos. I’ve never used the subway… it’s the underground train, right?

Kino: No… that’s not what they meant. Subway is a sandwich shop and Domino’s is a pizza place.

Carla: Neither. I don’t eat peasant-human food.

Kou: Pizza! Sandwiches! Food! It’s all great to me!

Shin: They’re complete opposites of each other…

Yuuma: Kou is like a raccoon… he eats everything and anything.

#diabolik lovers #dl #ask the diabolik lovers boys #anonymous #ayato sakamaki #yuuma mukami #kou mukami #laito sakamaki #shuu sakamaki #kino #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami

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cglre-dating-blog · 6 years ago

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daddy dom looking for a little oneeee

Name: nicholas

Age: 22

age preferred 18+ (17 is okish i guess)

From: Massachusetts

Role: daddy dom

Looking for: little/bunny girls

Mono or poly: mono

Must be local or close by please

About me: i work and pick up hours alot. But ill do my best to make time to text you. Im a nerd by heart. And i love naps and pizza. I love going on cute little dates, like coffee and bagel. Orrr going on a garlic bread date. My favorite bands are fidlar, the front bottom, modern baseball. I been to concerts a fee times and i wanna go to more. I own 6 ferrets and 2 dogs. But talk to get to know me more

What i look for in a little: so! I love when littles like to be super cute and soft. I do like chubby little ones. I like dressing up my little. Picking out outfits. Buying my little one collars or paci and sippy cups. Fistnets or high thighs are my weakness. I like surprise pics that my little draw me. My little must like head pets, snuggles, and alot of affection. Expect to be adore when your mines. I dont mind watching your favorite movies alot.

How to contact me:

Kik- cooljellyboi

Tumblr- cooljellyboi

Snap- brokenmemorys

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trans-shuichisaihara · 6 years ago

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fake it till (we) make it - Scene 1

the celebrity fake dating oumota au I started last month or smth and finally picked up again. I really love this au so uhh hopefully y’all do too! coughs bc it’s probably a slow burn and i have too many of those

(read on AO3)

Kaito Momota, up-and-coming actor newly known for his roles in various sci-fi films, has a problem. Said problem comes in the form of his frequent costar ringing insistently on his door at 2am.

“What the fuck,” is all his tired mind can create to greet him with. If Kokichi minds, he doesn’t show it, a wild grin filling his face.

“Good morning, Kaito!”

“It’s the middle of the night, this better be real fuckin’ important.” A headache is already starting to form right behind his eyes, so he really isn’t in the mood for-

“I’m bored; you should be a good host and entertain me!”

Three seconds later, Kaito slams the door in his face.

“Hey! Kaito! C’mooon!” The relief from his voice being muffled only lasts a matter of seconds, as Kokichi goes back to ringing the doorbell rapidly.

“Fine,” he groans, throwing the door back open, “Get in here before I call someone to get rid of you.”

He wastes no time obeying, hurrying past Kaito and straight to the living room, vaulting over and onto the couch.

He sighs, closing the door and massaging his aching head. “You could at least take off your shoes, asshole.”

“I’m good,” he cheekily replies, resting said shoes on the arm of the couch, “Come sit over here.” He pats the seat next to him. Kaito shakes his head and opts to sit on the opposite end.

“Are you gonna explain why the hell you’re awake at 2 in the morning or should I just assume you’re going out of your way to bother me?”

He hums in response, before his expression changes to a pout. “My manager wants me to change my sleep schedule so we can get some night scenes out of the way. But no one else is ever awake at this time of night unless they’re completely smashed.”

Kaito pinches his nose; what was Kokichi starring in again? He himself isn’t doing anything currently, waiting for preparations for the next film to wrap up. “Why don’t you go bother Miu then? She supposedly never sleeps.”

“She sleeps weird hours, but she’s in France with Kaede right now.”

Oh, yeah, that’s right. “Ugh, call her or text her or something then; it’s like normal morning hours there.”

“No thanks,” Kokichi declines, kicking off his shoes, “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

He furrows his brows at his word choice; they’re there for Kaede’s piano concerts, right? Well, whatever. “Why don’t you go bother-” Fuck, who could he send Kokichi off to? He couldn’t bother Shuichi or Maki with him, and all their other mutual friends either expressed annoyance with him or didn’t stand up to him when he was being like this. Dammit. “... Fine, whatever, guess you can be my problem for tonight.”

It has to be illegal for him to look so happy at being the source of someone’s sleep deprivation. “Aw, I knew you’d come around. No one can resist me.” Fucking spoiled brat.

“Just find some way to entertain yourself; I got plenty of shit lying around. I'm goin' back to sleep.” He stands, waving him off, but doesn’t get far before Kokichi lunges forward and grabs his wrist.

“I have a huge Lego Star Destroyer in my car and if you don’t help me build it I’ll egg your house.”

... Well, how could he say no to that? “Dude, you act as if building that would be a bad thing.”

He hums in response, releasing Kaito and tossing his keys up to him without warning. He catches it midair, nearly missing the sly smirk that crosses Kokichi’s face. “You’ll see~!”

The box isn’t that big, but it’s heavier than he expected it to be. Not anything he can’t handle, but it still causes him some trouble getting it through the door, determined to be as difficult as its owner. He becomes very familiar with information on the side of the box as he’s bringing it in; 3152 pieces, recommended for ages 16 and up.

Looks like Kokichi would have to sit out, haha.

Relaying that joke to him when he finally sets it down in the living room earns him a huff and an annoyed shout reminding him that they’re the same age. Geez, it isn't Kaito’s fault he looks nothing like a 23 year old. He doesn't look a day over 15, and that's just a fact.

“So, why do you even have this? Don't tell me you bought it just to bribe me,” he asks as they pull out the bags of pieces from the box, Kokichi flipping through the first few pages.

“No way, it's just something I impulse bought last Christmas and never got around to building. I remembered it while I was sitting around bored and hey, you're the residential space freak.” He grabs the baggie labeled “1” from Kaito’s pile, tearing it open with more force than necessary.

“Hey, careful! You’ll lose pieces like that!”

“Relax, it's the first bag, and your house is surprisingly clean. Seriously, do you even live here?”

Kaito feels a bit offended at that. “What does that mean?! You think I live like a slob or somethin’?!”

“Uh, yeah? Your dressing room is always a mess.” He pauses. “Do you keep the mess in your bedroom then?” He gives him a teasing wink as he begins snapping pieces together.

“My room’s clean too, asshole. It's not hard to keep a clean house.”

“I bet it is, when you own literally nothing.” He shakes his head. “I was expecting collectables and spaceship models everywhere.”

Well... He does have those, but they're in his study where he can see them while he works out. “What, so are you saying you own a bunch of junk then?” He did say that he impulsively bought this.

Kokichi's face goes flat for a moment, before snapping back into a grin. “Yep! You caught me, I'm a huuuuge hoarder!” And a huge liar; anyone who works with him for even five minutes knows that.

“Yeah, sure.” Maybe he is, maybe he isn't. He can't judge a house he's never seen. Which begs the question- “Where the hell do you even live?”

“I wonder,” he answers with a non-answer, flipping to the next page. Kaito shakes his head, unsurprised.

After he grabs one of the other instruction booklets and his own bag of pieces - pushing Kokichi’s scattered pieces towards him to prevent mixing - the two of them work in silence for a long while. Kaito starts to yawn as he flips through the seemingly endless instructions, blurry vision causing him to keep misreading the pictures and forcing him to frequently tear apart sections of his progress.

“You're really bad at this,” Kokichi comments as he finally finishes his booklet, standing up and stretching.

“Fuck you, I'm doing my best on three hours of sleep.”

“Hmm, should've gone to bed earlier. Besides, I only got four and I'm perfectly fine.” Despite his words, the next sound to leave his mouth is a poorly disguised yawn. “Anyway, I'm gonna raid your pantry as punishment for being so slow.”

Ughhh. “Good luck finding anything, I haven't gone grocery shopping recently.”

There's a long pause as Kokichi inspects the food situation for himself. He returns a minute later with a tupperware container. “How are you alive?”

“Meal prep and tons of leftovers.” He hauls himself up with a low groan, before walking over and taking the container from him. “Don't eat this; it's my lunch for tomorrow.”

Kokichi sticks his tongue out at him. “Whatever, I didn't want your gross... whatever that is.” He huffs, turning back into the kitchen to poke around.

Kaito sighs. “Want me to order a pizza?” That's a better option than him getting into the little food that remains.

He perks up, closing the barren freezer. “I supposeee,” he drawls, pretending to be disinterested.

“What toppings?” He pulls up a list of nearby pizza places, hoping one of them would deliver at almost 3:30am. Closes at 3am, closes at 2am, midnight... Damn.

“None pizza with left beef, obviously.”

“C’mon Kokichi, a serious answer please.”

“Fine, pineapple with anchovies.”

“Alright, no take backs,” he answers, still squinting at his phone to find a place.

Kokichi sighs after a minute of unsuccessful searching. “Gimme that, I know a place.” Before he can object, his phone is in his hands and the pizza is ordered, along with some mystery combo items.

Afterwards, the phone is returned to him unharmed, thankfully. “It’s gonna be 34 dollars, spaceman.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah yeah, lemme go find my wallet.” He shakes his head and makes the mistake of leaving Kokichi alone unattended downstairs.

By the time he digs his wallet out of his nightstand and takes a quick piss, the doorbell rings. He splashes some water on his face to help keep himself awake, hurrying down the stairs as Kokichi’s opening the door.

“Thank you very much! Sorry, no autographs, but you can get one from Kaito if you want.” He hurries past Kaito and away from the delivery girl, a pile of boxed food in his arms.

Kaito sighs as he pulls a 50 out of his wallet. “Need me to sign anything? And keep the change, it’s fuck o’clock in the morning, I know.” Once he’s signed in three separate places aside from the receipt, she finally leaves, letting him turn his attention back to Kokichi.

“Hey, what’s your Netflix password?” He immediately asks once the door’s closed. “I tried a bunch of stupid space references but it’s not working.”

“Like hell I’ll tell you that, use your own.” He plopped himself back down at the abandoned Legos, trying to regain focus.

“I don’t have oneeee,” he whines in response, dropping the controller down onto the floor as he flops onto his side. Kaito resists sighing again and picks it up, turning the console off, ignoring Kokichi’s continued mumbled whines.

They sit in silence for a few long moments before Kaito realizes that something’s off with the Legos. “Hey, where the hell’d all my small gray pieces go?”

He shoots Kokichi a look, and he receives a toothy smile in response. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll step on them at some point!”

He scowls - like hell he will. “Seriously, do you want us to build this or not? If we lose a shit ton of pieces right off the bat, that’s not happening.”

“I mean...” Kokichi sat up, observing his nails for a moment before turning to the pizza box next to him and opening it. “I’m pretty bored with it now. I’m trying to think of a better game to play, since Netflix and chill is out of the question.”

He coughs. “Shuddit. Fuck, you’re such a pain.” He shakes his head and starts to pick up the pieces, taking the complete piece and the almost finished one to the empty bookshelf he’s been meaning to fill in the corner of the room. Once he’s finished, Kokichi beckons him back over, shoving a paper plate with a slice on it into his hands. He eats it, only because he paid for it and he’s hungry from sleep deprivation.

It’s not too bad, honestly.

“Hmmm, I wanna take a selfie...” Kokichi thinks aloud, leaning his full body weight of literally nothing against Kaito as he pulls out his phone and opens the camera app.

“Seriously?! I’m trying to eat!”

“Just one, promise! Say pineapple!” The circular button takes their picture silently, unlike paparazzi cameras. He lets Kaito approve of it before returning to his previous position.

“Satisfied? Will you let me sleep and not make a mess if I go back to bed?” Kaito asks after the pizza and half the breadsticks are gone, yawning again.

“Only if you answer my question.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Shoot.”

“What do you think about fake dating? Specifically, me ‘n’ you?”

His question is answered by him coughing to avoid choking on his own spit.

#oumota #drv3 #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #ndrv3 #my post #fanfic #celebrity au

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theitalianspaghett · 6 years ago

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TAG GAMEEEEEEE

Rules: Answer these 85 questions about yourself and tag 20 people

tagged by @agent-ches thank youu 💗💗

Last:

Drink: esta the

Phone Call: my muuuum

Text Message: just me telling my friends I won’t do anything tonight as usual

Song you listened to: In due è amore in tre è una festa (Lo Stato Sociale)

Time you cried: today when I had a fucking mental breakdown during the Latin test... like I don’t know how but I’m pretty good at Latin but today I couldn’t translate the first caption of the version and I went crazy lmao, luckily my teacher came and helped me

Ever:

Dated someone twice: yes but I was young and pretty stupid

Kissed someone and regretted it: nah

Been cheated on: nope

Lost someone special: yes...

Gotten drunk and thrown up: YES and it’s a pretty embarassing story so let’s skip this lol

In the last year, have you:

Made new friends: YEEEEEES and I’m so grateful to have met them!

Fallen out of love: yes, but probably I wasn’t even in love, there was just this boi I liked and I completly lost interest in him

Laughed until you cried: oF COURSEE

Found out someone was talking about you: probably

Met someone who changed you: yas

Found out who your friends are: YES.

Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: I don’t have Facebook lmao

General:

How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: -

Do you have any pets: YAAAAS, MY CAT LIVIA, MY BABYGIRL

Do you want to change your name: no I like my name, I don’t have any friends called like me so it’s pretty “special” and I like it

What did you do for your last birthday: had a pizza with my friends and hung out with them

What time did you wake up today: 8:00

What were you doing at midnight last night: I was sleeping

What is something you can’t wait for: Juventus-Manchester United this Tuesday DJFKDKJDK

What are you listening to right now: nothing

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: nope

Something that gets on your nerves: when I want to cross the road and the cars don’t stop, here in Italy it’s almost normal and I H A T E those who do it

Most visited website: Twitter

Hair color: a cool shadow of brown

Long or short hair: long

What do you like about yourself: I’m very kind and respectful

Want any piercings: no thanks

Blood type: A+

Nicknames: Ele

Relationship status: I’m stil single and ready to mingle (semicit)

Zodiac sign: gemini

Pronouns: She/her

Favorite TV show: aaaah I can’t choose just one ahah

Tattoos: I’d like to get something about Juventus tatooed in the future

Right or left handed: right

Ever had surgery: no

Piercings: nope

Sports: I play volleyball but my faves to watch are football and F1

Dream Vacation: I would LOVE to visit the USA or some South America country

Trainers: Adidas all the way

Eating: I’ve just eaten and I’m pretty full but I’m up for a pizza

Drinking: water. I love water.

Waiting: for BVB to win the league

Want: money

Career: I don’t know honestly, I love to write and to watch football so maybe I’d like to become a football journalist? I also can speak three languages (hopefully in one year or less will be four) so I hope to somehow use them to find a job based on languages lol I dunno

Hugs or kisses: huuuuugs, I love being hugged :DD

Lips or eyes: both lol i’m so tragic

Shorter or taller: taller

Older or younger: older

Nice arms or stomach: a r m s

Hookup or relationship: relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant yo

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: on the cheeks since we kiss everyone here in Italy llllol

Drank hard liquor: 'course

Lost glasses: I don’t wear glasses so nope

Turned someone down: nope

Sex on first date: no

Broken someone’s heart: mmmmh nah

Had your heart broken: honestly nope

Been arrested: not yet AHAHAH

Cried when someone died: yes...

Fallen for a friend: probably

Do you believe in:

Yourself: yes! Some days I’m very self confident lol

Miracles: nah

Love at first sight: yes because I actually experienced it but it didn’t turn out well since I after found out that the boi was gay :D

Kiss on the first date: idk

Angels: if Marco Reus can be considered one then yes I do

Other:

Best friend’s name: Laura and Ivan

Eye color: brown but cool

Favorite Movie: I don’t have oneeee

Favorite actor: dunnoo

Favorite Food: every kind of pasta and of course pizza (wow I’m such a true Italian lmao)

Extrovert or Introvert: both, it really depends on who I have to meet

Favorite flower: jonquils and roses

Favorite Hello Kitty characters: not the kind of things I foLLOW

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I know it's only chapter two but I already wanna go wrap them in comfort hugs.. Poor sweethearts feeling so unloved... 🙁 Come here you two we all will cherish and love you endlessly, lol. 💞😘

I'm really happy for them that they are having at least little moments where they are actually enjoying each other's company and opening up some.

Ok okkkk... 😤 you little shit, I know you've had crap luck with love and people in general.. But you can be so mean to her when she's just being caring... Fake relationship or not ya butt head... But ☝ I'm glad that brat apologized for his buttheadness..

👀 the steamyyyy kissessss thoughhh!

The drunk one, it made my heart ache for her when she said she wanted to at least pretend she chose to love him and such... 🙁

Thennnn the bathroom oneeee!! 👀😍 Ooooo, they are getting more comfortable and letting those for realszies feelings come outttt!! 🤭 I loveee and got all giddy when she pulled him back in!

The come back he had when Andrea chewed him out for giving her weed was the bestttt! Maybe her team will finally realize how much she holds back as Dieter keeps standing up for her. 💞

🥺 the fantasizing he was having of them actually loving each other and dating for real made my want to go hold and comfort him.. He's so sweettt and already so in love with herrrr. 💞 I mean look how giddy he got when she said yes to getting pizza and the random question of do you snore. Too darn cuteee.

Also... 💞 I'm really really loving how you are portraying him in this. The deepness of his background and why he is the way he is and him wanting to change but being to scared.. Just really love seeing more the crazy cute dork, and seeing more details going into him more then the movie. 💞🤗 And I am I'm absolute love with Violet, I'm still collecting all the things I love about her, I'll check back in in the next few chapters..🤣💞 Doing beautiful as alwaysss! 💞😘

Well that ended up wayyy longer then I ment it to be.. 😆🙈 But oh well, you know how I get when I fall in love with multiple parts in a new addition to your writing. 😆🥰

Plastic Hearts

Chapter Two: WTF Do I Know

pairing: dieter bravo x actress!oc (violet apollo)

chapter rating: M (alcohol/weed consumption, a couple steamy kisses, asshole!dieter making a quick appearance)

word count: 4k

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“Hold my hand,” Violet murmured to Dieter as they walked through the lobby of their luxury NYC hotel. He sighed and obliged, sliding his palm against hers and interlocking their fingers as they walked through the glass doors, a swarm of paparazzi waiting for them without even needing to be called. Violet put on her best smitten grin as he walked her to the black SUV waiting for them.

To any onlooker, the couple seemed to be head over heels in love with each other, their matching smiles and body language finely tuned over the last few weeks of “dating”.

Whenever Violet moved, Dieter moved. Whenever he laughed, she laughed. They were truly the picture of a beautiful Hollywood romance—too bad it was all for show.

“You squeezed my hand too hard,” Violet scolded as soon as they were sat in the backseat of the SUV, the middle seat empty between them.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, his head turned to look out of the window, melancholy written all over his face. Violet sighed at his constant gloom and distance—what happened to being friends?

A drunken kiss, that’s what happened.

Let’s go back in time, shall we?

Two Weeks Ago — Los Angeles

“Fuck!” Violet was all giggles as she tripped, walking up her Hollywood Hills driveway with Dieter, his arm around her waist to help keep her upright. “Shhh, don’t tell anybody but I think I’m pretty fuckin’ wasted.”

“Only me here to judge you,” he assured with a smile, more than amused by her state.

A part of him felt special in a way, getting to see this side of her that she worked so hard to keep out of the public eye. Everyone else looked at her as America’s Sweetheart, but Dieter got to see the real woman underneath it all. She was fun, sarcastic, witty, and just the right amount of mean that had his head spinning with lust.

“Come inside with me,” she begged, grabbing both of his hands and tugging him through the open front door. Dieter hesitated, giving her a head tilt as he stayed firmly in place in front of the threshold. “Please, D? I don’t wanna be alone.”

How could he say no to her when she was begging him like that?

Without saying a word, he nodded and allowed her to pull him inside, his hand intertwined with hers as they made their way to the kitchen. Violet reached into her wine fridge and popped the cork on a bottle of bubbly before clumsily sitting down on the floor in her tight minidress. Dieter averted his eyes from the sight of her lace panties, her thighs spread open as she sat in a criss-cross position.

“Do you ever feel like you’re not even a person anymore?” She asked, her words slurred together, eyes red and glassy as she looked up at him towering over her. He nodded, eyes softened as he took a seat beside her and grabbed the bottle to take a swig. “I just feel like…I’m no longer Violet, you know? I’m a commodity, sold to the highest fucking bidder and there’s no me left in me.”

Dieter continued his silence, happy to just sit here and listen to her drunken truths spill out one by one. She was always so put together when she was sober, a wall put up between them that he was desperate to try and knock down.

“Does it ever fucking end? Do I ever get to be real again? Not just some fucking idea in people’s heads? Do I get to own myself at some point?” She turned and looked at him, their shoulders touching as they sat side by side against a cabinet. Dieter’s eyes flickered to her lips, glossy and plump, forgetting what she’d originally asked. “Do I ever get to experience something genuine or is it just going to be this for the rest of my life?”

She gestured between them.

“You know, I’ve never gotten to experience this before—the whole in love thing. My relationships have always been more like situationships. So this…us going on dates and getting photographed together and all this fake shit—its the only time I’ve ever experienced it.” She frowned, turning away from him and stealing the bottle from his hands to take another swig. “God, I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been kissed let alone loved.”

“I thought you just got out of a relationship?” Dieter finally spoke up, his brows laced together as he studied her tragic beauty. She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Hadn’t seen him in person in months. And even then, it was just sex. I can try to lie to myself, but at the end of the day…it’s always just been sex with these guys. No one’s ever loved me—not how I long to be, at least.” Dieter found himself reaching to hold her bare thigh, not out of anything sexual, just simply needing to be close to her to let her know he understood her.

Dieter had never been well-loved, had always felt an all-consuming hunger for it since we was just a little boy. Born to a Hollywood film executive and an actress, his parents were never around to show him what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. If he wanted his parents to show up for him, he had to be the best of the best, had to get the lead role, had to provide some sort of proof that he was worthy of their affection. Love was always transactional and never fulfilling, which explains why he avoided the entire concept as an adult like the fucking plague.

“How are you so okay with this life?” Violet turned to him, her eyes bouncing across his features.

They were practically strangers, and yet, there was this unmistakable familiarity whenever they looked at each other. Pain recognizes pain, he supposed.

“I’m not,” he shook his head, brows furrowed. “I’m not okay.”

“You seem okay.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not.” He tugged the bottle back, downing a hefty swig before continuing with a shake of his head. “I’ve spent the last twenty years of my fucking career coddling myself with sex and drugs and art and fuck—anything that makes me feel alive because I’m fucking not.”

He laid his head back against the cabinet with a thunk, eyes closing as he tried to remember the last time he allowed himself to be so open with someone he hardly knew.

“I’m just fucking here on this shithole of a planet, making millions off pretending to be all these people capable of love and happiness and good and bad and a whole fucking range of emotions that I never had the chance to fucking develop—“ He turned to her, taken aback by how focused she was on him. “I’ve never felt a single real thing in my fucking life.”

“I’m real,” she offered, shrugging and curling her lip into a half smile.

“But you’re not,” he reminded, reaching up to pinch her chin. “If it hadn’t been for our teams putting us together, you’d just be Violet Apollo to me, and I’d just be Dieter Bravo to you. Don’t fool yourself into thinking this is anything more than another fucking ruse to market us as likable people when we’re no more likable than anybody else, maybe less than.”

“Fine,” she straightened her posture, shifting a bit so that she was facing him. “But if everything is pretend and nothing means anything, let me buy into it for a second.”

His brows furrowed as he watched her lean in, her lips waiting a couple inches in front of his.

“Kiss me and let me imagine it’s love.” Her demand was no more than a whisper, his breath hitching as his eyes frantically combed over her face for any signs of regret. “If I’m already destined to be nothing more than a showpony, at least let me pretend I got to choose this one thing.”

“Come here,” he rasped as he tugged her onto his lap, hands holding her face as he pulled her to his lips with the sort of urgency that only two people deprived of affection could muster. Their lips moved sloppily against each other, teeth clashing and tongues swirling together. Violet held onto the velvet of his button down, balling the expensive fabric in her fists as though her life depended on it.

“God, traffic was crazy out there—“ Lucy walked into the kitchen in work mode, letting out a gasp at the sight in front of her—Violet’s dress ridden up around her hips, straddling Dieter’s lap, the sound of soft moans and wet kisses filling the room. “Oh, god—s-sorry. Dieter, your car’s out front.”

“Okay,” he sighed, moving to rest his forehead against Violet’s only for her to pull away, her eyes unable to meet his as she scrambled to stand up. He swallowed the rejection, reminding himself that he shouldn’t be hurt over it because it was all fucking pretend. Still, the sting in his chest as she wiped her mouth with a paper towel refused to go away. “I’ll, uh, see you next week at the airport?”

“Yeah.” Violet nodded, her eyes remaining downwards. Dieter clenched his jaw, flickering his eyes to her assistant before making his exit in silence. He didn’t need to stick around to be reminded that no matter what he tried to sell in order to be loved, no one ever seemed to want it.

Present Day — NYC

“You okay?” Violet reached over and touched Dieter’s knee in the backseat, bringing his eyes to hers. He scoffed, shaking his head. “You can talk to me.”

“I don’t want to fucking talk to you, Violet. Fuck.” He stared at her with disdain, making her heart clench in a way she hadn’t realized it would. “Are you so fucking lost in all this that you really can’t imagine that I don’t want to fucking open up to you? Just because you hold my hand and drunkenly kiss me doesn’t mean that I owe you insight into my fucking mind.”

“Dieter, I’m sorry—“

“You’re not my fucking girlfriend, you’re not my friend, get out of your fucking fictional fantasies for a second and look me in the eyes when I tell you that you aren’t shit to me but an obligation.” Dieter stared at her without a single ounce of emotion on his face, Violet nodding and turning away so that he wouldn’t see the way tears welled in her eyes.

The SUV rolled up to the sidewalk in front of Rockefeller Center, cameras flashing into the SUV in hopes of a candid shot. Violet turned back towards Dieter, the only thing worse than being seen crying in front of her fake partner was the horde of press right outside. The sound of cheers and her name being called from the crowd of fans that had waited all day just to catch a glimpse of her made her only want to cry even more.

Her life was perfect, she was beautiful and successful, her fans adored her, and yet there was still this fucking ache inside that never went away no matter how many overpriced therapists or fleeting substances she went to for relief.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Dieter reached over and wiped her cheeks free of the stray tears that had fallen, impressed by how well her makeup was holding up through the wetness. She nodded, meeting his eyes for only a couple seconds before she was pulling a compact out of her purse, opening it to check out the state of her eyes. Without needing to ask, Dieter handed her his bottle of eye drops before stepping out of the car and walking over to her side. Violet batted away the water from her eyes and took in a deep breath, plastering a smile to her face as Dieter opened up her door and leant his hand out for her to take.

“Do I look fine?” Violet asked over the frenzy around them and Dieter nodded, one hand tucking a fallen strand of hair out of her face as his eyes combed over her with admiration. It was hard for her not to buy into this thing between them when he looked at her like that—but he had an Oscar for a reason. This was all just an act.

“You look beautiful,” he leaned forward and kissed her cheek before the pair started off towards the mob waiting for them.

Dieter was never much for all this shit—stopping to greet each and every fan, signing autographs that were likely just going to be sold online afterwards. But Violet took her time, interacting with each and every fan she could, giving them a genuine moment of her time rather than mindlessly signing her name away. He admired her for many things, this just being the newest addition to the list.

“Alright, Violet, Dieter, this way.” Both of them were being dragged into the building by their managers, the silence of the building in contrast to the madness outside fucking with their equilibriums.

“Are you alright?” Dieter leaned in and asked Violet as they were guided through the hallways of the building up to her dressing room. Violet nodded, her face blank and void of all emotion as it faced forward. Dieter clenched his jaw at the distance he forced her into with his harsh words.

What’s that cliche fucking saying? Hurt people hurt people?

“Did you bring my stash?” Violet asked her manager, a woman that still had yet to utter more than a few words to Dieter in the three weeks he’d known her.

“No.” The woman bit back, her eyes scolding as she glared at her client. “You’re doing this sober.”

Violet sighed but agreed anyways—did she ever actually say what she felt?

“Hey,” Dieter whispered to her once they were left alone in the dressing room, his hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a metal cigarette case. “I’ve got weed if you—“

“Oh, thank god,” she jumped at the chance to smoke, plucking the joint from his fingers and walking over to the bathroom. “You coming?”

“Sure,” he nodded, walking into the en-suite with her and closing the door behind him. He grabbed a towel from the rack, stuffing it in the crack of the door by the floor while she lit up the joint.

“Thank you for this,” she spoke as she breathed out the smoke, already looking more calmed. “And I know you don’t want to talk about it anymore, and I won’t after this but…I am sorry. Not so much about the kiss, but about the way I pushed you away after. I just…could tell where my mind was taking me and I don’t want to go there. I don’t want to get so lost in this illusion that I actually start to believe that this is more than just…an arrangement. I’m sorry for crossing that line and then acting like it never happened.”

“And I’m sorry about the shit I said before.” He accepted the joint and took a big inhale, keeping his eyes on hers in the hazy, smoke-filled room. “You’re not an obligation, Violet. I…enjoy having you around. You make this shit a little more tolerable.”

“Yeah, you do too.” She smiled at him through the haze, chuckling to herself after a beat.

“What?” He asked, smile matching hers.

“Nothing, nothing,” she dismissed with a grin, taking another it. Dieter stepped closer to her, the drug taking effect on him and fucking with his good decision making skills as he backed her against the wall. Violet’s lips were parted as she looked at him, his lips just a few inches away from hers. “It was just…a pretty good kiss, right?”

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, voice low and soft. His eyes bounced back and forth between hers and her lips, head leaning in slowly to close the gap between them until…

“Alright, you two! Get out here, hair and makeup are ready!” Dieter sighed at the sound of Violet’s manager on the other side of the door, banging on it and ruining the peace of the drug-induced moment.

As Dieter pulled away, Violet shocked him by tugging him close again, her hands on either side of his bearded jaw as her lips crashed against his. He groaned into the kiss, pushing her back against the wall with his hands on her hips.

“We’re making another bad decision,” he mumbled, lips still pressed against hers. She nodded in response but deepened the kiss, her arms crossing behind his neck. “Friends kiss sometimes, right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, trailing her lips down his jaw and neck, biting lightly on the exposed skin covering his collarbone. Dieter hissed and pulled her closer to his body, his cock coming to life in his trousers.

“I’m going to bust the door down in 3…2…—“ Dieter whipped the door open, the smoke flooding into the dressing room. Both managers waved the smell of weed out of their faces as their talents emerged in much better moods than they’d left them.

“Dieter, you’re supposed to be making sure she’s okay, not getting her fucked up before she goes on national television,” Andrea scolded, but Dieter couldn’t find it in him to care.

“She is okay. Maybe you two should try smoking—calm you down a little,” Dieter plopped down on the sofa while Violet sat down in the chair in front of the vanity, her makeup artist touching up her makeup while her hair stylist tended to her brown locks, taking them out of the updo it was in and styling it in cascading old-Hollywood waves down her shoulders and back.

“Listen to me—“ Andrea sat down by her client, friend, and occasional fuck buddy. “Leave her alone. Do you hear me? No funny business, no getting her in the sack—none of it. This is work, not pleasure. Are you fucking listening to me?”

“Yes, boss.” He turned to her and shrugged. “No funny business from me.”

“God, you’re insufferable.” She stood up and walked out, leaving Dieter to watch as Violet ran through some of the questions the show had pre-selected.

She reminded him of all the silver screen starlets that he adored so much as a little boy, his mother having forced him to watch Casablanca and Gilda long before she ever allowed him to indulge in Indiana Jones and Star Wars. They all had this sort of tragic beauty about them, as flawless as a porcelain doll on the outside but one look into their eyes and you could see just how fucking shattered they were.

Violet Apollo was effortlessly beautiful, but beyond her physical looks, there was a depth to her that Dieter was almost scared to dip his toes into. What if he never surfaced from it? What if he drowned in the ocean of her soul and never made it back to land? Forty years of keeping people at arms distance wasn’t easy to break out of, but here he was, sitting there watching her get her hair done, dreaming about what it would be like to wake up to her in his bed—in his life, for real.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about over there, Bravo?” He was shocked to find her paying as close attention to him as he was to her, her manager also looking surprised by their friendly relationship.

“Do you snore?” He asked with a smile, Violet scoffing and shaking her head.

“No, I sleep like a beautiful little angel. It’s a privilege to watch, really.” She joked, grinning at him.

“I bet it is.” There was no sarcasm in his tone, and the soft sincerity of the response clearly took her by surprise, her grin fading into a soft smile as she turned away from him.

“What about you? Do you snore?” She asked after a few beats of silence, her team finishing up on her hair and makeup.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, watching as she stood up and walked over to the clothing rack with about seven different outfit options. “You wanna come to bed with me and find out?”

Dieter ignored the glare her manager shot his way, too amused by the flush on her cheeks as she picked out a Barbie pink strapless mini-dress and matching heels.

“Maybe a raincheck?” She winked at him before walking into the bathroom with her stylist, emerging a few minutes later in the tight number that hugged every single one of her curves.

Dieter wanted to remind himself that this wasn’t a good idea—going down this messy rabbit hole where she was sometimes his friend, sometimes more. It would only end in a heaping pile of shit, but with the way her golden skin contrasted with the bright pink, her legs glowing as she slipped on her heels, the cascade of waves falling over her shoulder, he was done for.

“Alright, we’re on in five,” a producer popped their head in, making a face at the smell of weed but choosing not to acknowledge it. Violet held her hand out for Dieter, smiling at him.

“Come on, honey.”

•••

“Everybody loves you, man, I haven’t seen anything like it,” Jimmy Fallon sat rambling on with compliments, hardly giving her any room to speak but she was fine with that. “Have you been on TikTok recently? I mean, everyone is stoked about you in this role.”

“Yeah, it’s wild,” she chuckled and shrugged. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all, you know? One minute I’m doing indie films and can go anywhere without being recognized and the next I’m in a Spielberg movie? It’s ridiculous and amazing.”

“That’s not the only change that’s happened as of recently,” Jimmy cheesed at the camera as he lifted a picture of her and Dieter exiting a New York City restaurant. “You’re also dating Dieter Bravo—who by the way is just one of the most incredible actors alive, I think.”

“Yeah, he’s truly an amazing guy,” she waited for the audience to finish cheering in agreement. “Even getting to just know him is a gift that I cherish dearly. He’s a stunning man.”

“It’s so good to see you both so happy, and we’re so glad to have you here. Violet Apollo, everybody.”

Dieter was waiting for Violet backstage, giving her a hug once she walked up to him with a relieved sigh.

“God, I never wanna do another talk show again.” He chuckled and guided her back to the dressing room with his hand on her upper back, the bodyguards around them taking a backseat. “Did you like how sickeningly sweet I was when I was talking about you?”

“It could’ve been a little sweeter, my stomach doesn’t quite hurt yet.” She nudged his side, the two in a completely different place with each other than they had been just a few hours prior. Both of them hoped that this wouldn’t fade, that once they were done with the charade for the day that there would still be this sort of easy going understanding and friendship between them, unlike all the other times before. “Hey, I, uh, I know this pizza spot. Super low key. You wanna…go grab a slice and some beer?”

“Oh? Is that—do we need to have someone call the paparazzi?” She asked as she slipped out of her heels and grabbed the more casual clothes she came here in.

“No, no. This is…uh, it’s just us.” Violet looked at him with shock, and for a minute he regretted having asked at all, but when she smiled at him he couldn’t help but smile back. “That a yeah?”

“Sure, D. I’d like that.” He was grinning from ear to ear as he watched her disappear into the bathroom to change, feeling giddy in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years—possibly ever.

This wasn’t anything triumphant—just a slice of pizza and normalcy—but he couldn’t help but feel like a winner. Now that they’d gotten past the first speed bump and found their groove, who knew what could happen for them next?

“Ready, Bravo?” She walked out with a smile, no longer in her glammed state but still just as beautiful.

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Apollo.”

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