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.

Dieter Comes Down with a Cold

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 933

Summary: Dieter comes down with a cold and leads to various Dieter style situations…

Warnings: mild swearing, chaotic man with a cold, Dieter being Dieter

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Paper Anniversary (dieter bravo x fem!reader)

18+ account - minors do not interact

hubby!dieter x stuntwoman!reader Word Count: 5.2K Rating: E

Summary: Dieter, grapples with the pressures of work and the emotional weight of being apart from you just before your first wedding anniversary. Unexpected reshoots fuck up his plans to go back to LA and celebrate with you. Will he make it back on time?

Warning: established relationship, flashback phone sex (FT sex), language, angst-ish (dieter internally freaking out), flirting, kissing, language, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, praise, so many sexual innuendos, daddy mention, breeding kink, smutty allusions

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Kalkara, Malta

As Dieter sat at the long table, surrounded by the vibrant energy of his cast and crew, a weariness tugged at the corners of his eyes like a clingy ex who couldn’t take a hint. He had just wrapped up a grueling shoot in Ouarzazate, where the harsh sun had baked the desert landscape like a goddamn pizza. And then there was the South Downs Way, where he practically needed to buy a kayak to survive the weather, followed by a dramatic dash through London, and now he finally found himself back in sunny Malta.

Despite the picturesque setting, a familiar ache lingered in his heart. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows illuminated the room, but Dieter felt pure exhaustion. Now, with the cast gathered around him, laughing and exchanging stories, the emptiness of your absence felt heavier than ever.

Dieter gets bitten by The Viper (figuratively)

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 572

Summary: Dieter acquires a new piece of clothing, a rather famous piece of clothing… Inspired by this post

Warnings: mild swearing, mild spicy suggestions, references to Game of Thrones including spoilers that are ten years old, Dieter being Dieter

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A Cup Of Love - A Dieter Bravo One Shot ☕️

Summary: Dieter makes you a cup of tea.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. However, I have made a brief mention of Reader having a real body with stretch marks, as with Dieter with him ageing and greying.)

Word Count: 2.1k

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️“Don't hurt me, cadejo.”

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Warnings/Triggers: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!) Brief mention of drugs - nothing graphic. Dieter and Reader have REAL bodies. Mostly fluffy and soft. Dieter is a total sweetheart.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: The amazing Gi @tightjeansjavi and I got to talking today about Dieter and tea, and we were both inspired to write a little something about, uh, Dieter and tea! ☕️🫖 Please ensure your check out Gi's amazing Tea Party story! And her other Dieter story Chamomile, which started our adventure down the tea-drinking rabbit hole! Love you, Gi 😘

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FLUFFBRUARY 1: downy | clinic | nuance (Dieter Bravo)

ADIRA'S SELF-IMPOSED FLUFFBRUARY RULES:

You don’t want to wake him, so you just watch him sleep for a little while, like a child–hair tousled, arms curled around a downy pillow, one knee tucked up in a half-fetus, just this side of sucking his thumb–and you have to smile because at least he’s sleeping well here at the clinic.

After you’ve had a moment to muse on how proud you are and how far he’s come on his road to sobriety, Dieter takes a deep inhale, and rubs his face blearily in his pillow before blinking up at you, mumbling through his sleepy smile, “Whater you doing here, pookums?”

“Got a note from the ward that you were being a nuisance and decided to come visit hoping some enrichment will help you to knock it off,” you say, leaning down to clear his forehead of curls so you can kiss it.

“I saw that note,” he groans, “I thought it said I was being a nuance.”

“That doesn’t make any….I’ll nuance you,” you threaten as you rip the pillow away from him and bounce it off his face, “now shift over.”

He whines but makes room, assuming his previous shape around you instead of around the pillow now, simmers into a contented hum as you rub his back and speak into his hair--“Nuance my ass…ain’t nothing subtle about you–” and cuts you off with your own squeak as he follows your direction to reach down and indeed nuance your ass.

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Bad Acting - A Dieter Bravo GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x GN!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 500

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You're safe.

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This GIFLET was inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+. Sickly sweet fluff, unspoken love, kissing, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Dieter wakes up to you.

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It’s early. Too early to fathom. The breezy white curtains of the hotel room are thin and through them shines just a slither of dawn light. There’s the beginnings of the cheeping of birds outside of the window - left open to peter out the stuffy air in the room from last night. It had been hot, so hot, he’d cracked a window open just to cool the burning skin a little. It hadn’t helped.

Dieter raises his head from where it is buried between the pillow and your shoulder and groans softly, his eyes squinting and his head banging as soon as he lifts it just a little.

WINKTOBER DAY 12: Exhibitionism (Dieter Bravo)

You’re about to get three Dieter prompts in the space of five days. Here’s the first. Is it okay to say that I believe they all take place sometime after the (yet to come) conclusion of I’ll Never Fall In Love Again? Is that spoilery? Shouldn’t be if you know me at all…

And yet, it doesn’t have to be related to that fic at all. Dieter’s a fkn tornado in whatever universe he’s in….

“Hedy Lamarr and science, Gena Davis and archery, Paul Newman and racing, and now Dieter Bravo and painting,” you’d encouraged, “just because they were famous actors doesn’t mean they didn’t find acclaim in other pursuits.”

Six months after that little pillow peptalk, you find yourself flushed with pride as you stand in LAXART crowded with art show opening attendees as varied as yourself in your black cocktail dress and Dieter himself in his snuggle bear coat and hideous $400 Zubaz.

But beyond the patrons, his massive paintings haunt the walls, surreal studies of Arri Alexa cameras eating crew members or a swirling pot of Oscars melting and being molded into dildos, whatever your husband has seen in his dreams and flashbacks, working through his rehab with oils and charcoals, messying his hands instead of his brain.

You’ve been getting stopped by guests since you arrived and it’s only now that you’re able to wander into a side gallery where a group of people stand crowded around one painting in particular…it draws you in; someone sees you and moves aside, and then another, causing a wave and then a full parting of the sea to give you a quiet path on which to approach.

The painting is…you…in backlit realism, your naked form leaning against the frame of your bedroom window and looking out at the sunrise over the hills, every fleshy curve, dip, imperfection, fold, and dimple on display for the world to see…which might have rattled you except…except it’s so…you’re rendered so…reverently, so sensually… stunning…it’s breathtaking…holy shit, is that really you?

“Hope you’re not pissed, I probably should’ve asked,” he materializes at your back, whispering a kiss into your ear, “but I wanted it to be a surprise, to thank you for pushing me to do this and I wanted you to be awed like I am every fucking morning just to wake up and have this beautiful piece of ass as my muse.”

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rating: T (this is the tamest thing I’ve written in years)

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: 8K

summary: a year into secretly dating, you are overwhelmed by your feelings for Dieter Bravo, confident and resigned to the fact that he doesn’t feel the same way. But on Oscar’s night, drunk on sparkling wine and a terrific win, Dieter gives you a reason to doubt your fears. 

warnings/tags: age gap, self-aggrandizing rumination on our public vs private personas, a stupid amount of kissing, angst but soft angst, angst that is resolved, this is very different from anything i’ve done recently, and there’s no smut? just kisses? What have you become Taylor? one very very very soft Dieter, waxing shamelessly poetic about being in love and being loved by Dieter Bravo 

a/n: this comes from the same request by two of my LOVELY followers ( @tvversionperson and @bitchwitch1981) from my 100 followers event: “I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?” with Dieter Bravo. this is so wildly different from anything i've done before, i'm flinging this into the internet like a goddamn trapshooter of emotional angst

shout out to @iamdesibell for the visuals of Dieter at the party. She spoils me with all of her incredible Dieter artwork.

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oct' x 05 - autumnal

Prompt: autumnal Pairing: dieter bravo x gn!reader Word Count: 581 Warnings: nothing here but un-beta'd Dieter Summary: everyone go say thankyou to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for today's entry! I was stuck for the first time on how to take a prompt and not only did they give me this great idea, but the last line which I absolutely love. So of course I had to drop our favourite trash panda in here for her!

ONLY BACKWARDS

Fourteen years and two days. Depending on the way you look at it, that’s either a long time or too little of it. 

As you take a good look at the man who you share this age gap with, you aren’t sure where you fall on the spectrum. 

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This is both hot and heartbreaking, the way you’ve taken us on a rollercoaster of emotions with your amazing writing 😭

Bravo, Dieter.

Authors note: I'm just as surprised to be here as you are. We're starting the year off with a bang, writing for a character I've only ever done half a drabble of lol, hopefully you enjoy what I came up with. As always, thank you @wheresarizona for beta-ing and letting me exorcise my demons through you. Shoutout to @frannyzooey for her unending support, and to my literal wife @foli-vora for screaming reassurances at me (affectionately) Love y'all!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: a sprinkle of angst (Dieter is a dummy- no specifics, I left whatever dumb comment he said up to your interpretation), 18+ no minors, piv sex, dirty talk, feelings? let me know if I missed any!

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There were twelve of them, twelve absolutely perfect roses wrapped up in expensive-looking brown paper, and they made you sigh. There was only one person who could have sent them. 

Goddamn it, Dieter.

There was a card tucked between the blood-red blooms, three little words.

“Text me back.♥️”