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cossouqcosmetics · 2 years

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The Top 5 Bridal Facial Kits in India for Glowing

Facial kits are the best and quickest way to get a natural glow in a short amount of time. And, as the saying goes, there is nothing a facial kit can't restore, especially on your wedding day.

But, on the most important day of your life, can you rely on any random face kit? We all know what the answer is. On your wedding day, you take special care of everything. So why not give your skin some additional attention? If you are spending a hefty amount on a bridal makeup kit, then why not invest in a quality facial kit as well!

A decent facial kit will not only make your skin shine and smooth, but it will also offer you a confidence boost that will be noticeable on your face and overall appearance as you make your bridal entrance. Everyone has a unique skin type, and we take it into account. So today, we will offer the 5 best bridal glow facial kits in India that are dermatologically certified and appropriate for all skin types.

#1. Lotus Herbals Radiant Gold Cellular Glow 4 In 1 Facial Kit

The first facial kit on our list is the Lotus herbals Radiant Gold Cellular Glow 4 in 1 facial kit, which has appeared in many lists of the top 10 bridal facial kits in India.

Getting ready for your wedding can be taxing on your body, especially your face. This herbal skin care package can quickly brighten your skin and erase any signs of stress. This beauty package offers the benefits of 24k Gold leaf, Papaya extracts, and Horse Chestnut packed in four creams in each sachet.

Exfoliate your skin gently with the exfoliating cleanser, then apply the activator in a circular motion. Rub the massage cream on your skin to restore your skin cells, then place the dazzling gold mask on your face to behold the tantalizing impact of this fantastic facial pack. The best aspect about this bridal glow face pack is that it cures rashes, evens out rough-surfaced skin, preserves elasticity, and leaves a satin-soft feel on your skin without creating irritation.

#2. Khadi Natural Luxury Spa Kit

The Khadi Natural Luxury Spa package stays true to its name by providing your skin with the sumptuous treatment of all-natural ingredients. This spa package offers a fantastic experience full of refreshment and rejuvenation therapy.

These products are precisely designed to calm your body and spirit, leaving you with a fresh and radiant appearance on the happiest day of your life.

This Spa kit is the most efficient approach to treat yourself not just on your wedding day but on any special occasion. You can also gift this package of joy to friends or relatives.

Inside this fantastic kit, you will find Lavender and Ylang body washes, Sandalwood massage oil, Peach and Avocado moisturizer to keep your skin hydrated, Sandal and Rose body wrap, and Rose and Papaya body polisher for an even-toned skin.

#3. VLCC Gold Single Facial Kit

Next, we have the VLCC Gold Single Facial Kit. So, what makes this face unique? Well, the list goes on and on! First, there are anti-aging qualities, including reducing wrinkles, pigmentation, age spots, and lines. This facial package comprises gold, which has long been a favorite among women, whether for wearing or accentuating their charm. VLCC acknowledges the appeal of the gold extract and has benefited from its skin-enriching benefits.

The facial package exfoliates and detoxifies your skin, leaving it with a porcelain-like smoothness and radiance. Your skin needs cell renewal to look younger, and the VLCC gold facial kit stimulates it with each usage.

The goodness of this product doesn't end here; it nourishes your skin, removes dead skin cells, maintains your skin's pH levels, and gives you a luminous, youthful complexion so that you shine bright on your big day.

#4. O3+ Meladerm Vitamin C Gel Bleach

The main concern when using bleach is the possibility of skin dryness and inflammation. However, this is not the case with the O3+ Meladerm Vitamin C Gel Bleach Cream. This bleach lotion lightens hair and includes no peroxide or other dangerous ingredients. The Ammonia Persulfate in this bleach recipe functions as a micro sponge, keeping your skin hydrated throughout the day.

The O3+ vitamin C bleach cream not only lightens hair but also eliminates tan for a 2-in-1 effect. All leading beauty salons suggest it for the desired glow and skin-friendly components. So stop spending a hefty amount on a salon for brighter skin and buy the O3+ bleach cream home at a really affordable price.

#5. O3+ Shine & Glow Kit Single-Use

What if I tell you that you could eliminate blackheads, whiteheads, and tan while also increasing the moisture in your skin? It is all possible thanks to the O3+ Shine & Glow Kit. This dermatologically tested and professional-approved single-use facial kit is the best bridal facial kit for sensitive skin that will offer you perfect and healthy-looking skin.

Your skin needs hydration to keep it fresh and easy transport of oxygen for your skin's general health. This product will remove all the dirt and grime gently and give a vibrant, refined and bright skin. The pack consists of a foam cleanser, lactic peel, purifying tonic, Arbutin serum, Arbutin powder mask, and whitening cream. Apply all of these items sequentially for an overall flawless finish.

So this is it! You can find many other facial kits on the internet. However, not all of them will be suitable for your skin and may include hazardous chemicals that may dry up your skin and damage your face on your wedding day. We tried several facial kits before trusting these exceptionally well-performing best bridal glow facial kits. You can get these easily online only on Cossouq, your one-stop solution.

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ibacosmetic · 2 years

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#best makeup kit in india with price #make up #makeup kit price #bridal makeup kit #makeup box

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jessajaguar · 1 month

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NEW BLOG POST! ✨ Flawless All Day: The Importance of Bridal Touch-Up Kits ✨

Every one of my brides receives a touch-up kit, but the items in it depend on which package they go with. Providing touch-up kits for brides can help ensure they look flawless throughout the entirety of their day. Check out the blog post for some reasons why brides appreciate receiving touch-up kits from their makeup artists 💖

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swissbeauty23 · 3 months

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Your Guide To New Year Essential Makeup Products

Discover the must-have New Year essential makeup products with our comprehensive guide. Elevate your beauty routine and shine in 2024. Explore now!

#Bridal Makeup Kit Items #Bridal Makeup Items #Makeup Combo Set #Low Budget Makeup Kit

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guidetourme · 2 years

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Top 10 Best Makeup Kits In India

Top 10 Best Makeup Kits In India Make-up is very essential in today’s life, and everyone wants to look pretty and gorgeous all the time; whether they are going to the office or whether they are going to meet a friend, or going out on brunch. Looking beautiful all the time is important. It is therefore important to have a small makeup kit, which you can keep in your bag and can easily use whenever…

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blushingbeautyindia · 2 years

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10 Best Bridal Makeup Kits Available In India

Best Bridal Makeup Kits available in India are designed after extensive user testing and research. They are created with women’s needs in mind and are available in a wide range of colours and styles. The best bridal makeup kits for Indian brides are those that are solid and reliable. They are long-lasting and can last several seasons. They are also extremely affordable. Bridal Makeup kits…

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superiorsturgeon · 8 months

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Meet the Arc Sisters

Jaune: Everyone, this is Pyrrha! She’s my partner from Beacon!

Pyrrha: Hello!

Arc Sisters: *swarm around Pyrrha*

Arc Sister 1: Aren’t you Jaune’s girlfriend too?

Arc Sister 2: Jaune talks about you all the time!

Arc Sister 3: Your hair is so pretty!

Arc Sister 4: Are you going to get married to our brother?

Pyrrha: I-!

Arc Sister 5: Aren’t you a celebrity?

Arc Sister 6: You’re not gonna treat our brother wrong like the celebrity women in the news are you?

Pyrrha: I don’t-?

Arc Sister 4: Hey, that’s right! Some of those ladies leave their boyfriends all alone!

Arc Sister 2: You’d better take responsibility!

Arc Sister 3: Our brother is a good boy!

Arc Sister 5: He deserves love and commitment!

Pyrrha: I’m-

Arc Sister 1: Then it’s decided! Jaune and Pyrrha are getting married!

Arc Sister 2: And moving to the country to raise a family close to us!

Arc Sister 3: And letting us babysit their three kids while they’re out on missions!

Pyrrha: But-!

Arc Sister 4: Not much time to plan! I’ll call the bridal store for an emergency dress fitting!

Arc Sister 3: I’ll have to do her hair during the fitting! Someone get my kit!

Arc Sister 5: Better hurry up so I have time to do her makeup!

Arc Sister 6: I’ll get online and get ordained to perform the ceremony!

Arc Sister 2: No time to lose! Let’s get going!

Pyrrha: *dragged/carried off by gang of Arc women* Jaune?! JAUNE!!! HELP MEEEEEE…!!!!

Terra: *bouncing Adrian in her arms* …she seems nice!

Jaune: It’s nice to be back home! But for once I’m not the one being dressed up by my sisters!

Saphron: *unrolling a measuring tape for Jaune’s tuxedo fitting* Guess again, baby brother!

Jaune: THERE it is! Just like old times…!

Based off of an “Imagine your ship” post from @madmanwonder. I decided this was a bit long and made it a separate post so the original wouldn’t need so go so far for the punchline!

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #saphron cotta arc #terra cotta #adrian terra cotta arc #arc sisters #arkos #jaune x pyrrha #jaune arc x pyrrha nikos #the arc sisters are nice but best administered in small doses at first

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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Hi, could you write something for Wilson x reader with the song "Speak Now"(Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift. The plot would be something like the reader is marrying someone else but House brings along Wilson and its his last chance with the reader.

Write only if you want to. You're an amazing writer🩷

Thank you so much, I fricking loved this request! Hope you think I did it justice!

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Speak Now (Taylor's Version)

James Wilson x reader

description - and the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace...

word count - 1.7k

warnings - angst, smug men, kind of manipulation on the part of the fiance, Florence Nightingale Syndrome

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REQUESTS OPEN - request here

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The happiest day of your life. So why did you want to puke. Gazing through the mirror past your pale white reflection. The tulle suffocated you and the ribbons seemed to grip your skin. Constraints halting your run.

You drag your eyes to meet your own and begin menial tasks. So that some small fix of your hair and makeup could somehow remove the absent look on your face.

This was right. Right? Tom had been great.

You’d met a year ago in the hospital when he had been brought in for House to diagnose. Meaning his road to recovery was anything but smooth. He’d been lost when he’d come in, looking more like a scared little boy than the man he was supposed to be. That meant you found yourself comforting him more than usual. It helped that it was an excuse to be anywhere but the Oncology knowing you couldn’t face a certain man just yet. The pain was too raw.

Any influx of pain would have him gripping your arm and begging you with tear filled eyes to hold him. When he had been close to the end he’d dragged you forward and said that if he must go now, he wanted your face to be the last one he ever saw. In the moment you were too affronted with the beautiful feeling at being needed, to see the clearest example of Florence Nightingale syndrome ever. But once he was cured you still couldn’t bring yourself to leave the room. He needed you, but more than that, he wanted to be near you. And that was addicting.

He had returned a week after being discharged and found you in the corridor discussing a recent patient with Ja--Dr Wilson. He professed his feelings for you and practically begged you to go on a date with him. You could feel the broken gaze from behind raking up and down your form. But you resigned him to the back of your mind, righted yourself, smiled.

“Yes.”

One date turned into another. And eventually it was your 6 month anniversary. You celebrated at your favourite Italian restaurant. When the Tiramisu arrived you took a big spoonful and was ready to bite in until you turned and saw Tom down on one knee, offering you the biggest diamond you had ever seen. It’s actual size overshadowed the rest of the ring. He looked up at you with an expectant grin. Your spoon was still prised at your open mouth. Once he gave you a slight look, you put down the dessert and turned to his full attention. There was a lump in your throat as you tried to come to terms with the scene you had pictured many times, just not like this. Not with him. Your words almost clawed back.

“Yes.”

And now here you were, trust up like a prized calf. Kitted out in jewels and silk, accentuating your apparent purity. Tom’s mother and sisters fretted around you, moving your limbs to their own satisfaction. You looked around for your mother in search of the comfort she brought. But you could not see her. Your heart dropped upon realising she had been blocked from entering your own bridal suite. You had played with Barbie’s as a child. You loved nothing more than dressing them up and doing their hair, imagining the look that adorned their plastic figures could also adorn yours. But now you were the doll. You were the one in the chair with no agency of your own.

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*Wilson’s pov*

All I wanted was to get through this day by myself. But I knew any request for House to leave me alone would fall on deaf ears.

He sat with his feet sprawled over my desk and his cane across his lap. His eyes burned into my skull which had lowered in favour of filling out forms.

“You know what today is?”

A loud sigh indicated my confirmation.

“I sent a gift.” House pushed further.

“As did I.” I huffed out, already done with his line of inquiry.

“Did your note happen to say ‘I’m still in love with you and the greatest mistake I ever made was letting you go’?” I shot my head up to glare at him. “Because mine did but I don’t think that really fits our relationship so how about we swap.”

“House you have five seconds to leave my office or you can start forging your own Vicodin prescriptions.” My movements became erratic in the shuffling of my papers. I pushed away the chair and began to look for an unknown object on my shelves. Unwilling to look at House anymore.

“You know what you are?” He pushed up and his voice rose.

“What?” I spat out.

“A coward.” I laughed incredulously.

“Please do enlighten me,” I sarcastically stated with a sweeping gesture.

“You love that girl, and you’d rather sit here wallowing in the idea that you lost her to that bumped up rich twit than go and fight for her.” He had rounded the corner to confront me face to face.

“I ALREADY LOST HER.” A silence hung in the room. “I lost her well before he came along. There wasn’t anything to fight for her because he already won. He has her heart and he’s welcome to it, cause she sure as hell isn’t gonna trust me with it again.”

I slumped down in my office chair. House approached and placed a single comforting hand on my shoulder.

“It’s not over until someone says I do.”

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The church is much colder now. Or is it just you. The stone walls seem to run away from you into an everlasting ceiling. The eyes of those cast in glass pierce your body like a thousand spears, nailing you to the spot. The stems you grasp in your hands suddenly have thorns and you want more than anything to drop them to save the pain. But you don’t.

Tom gazes at you from the side love plastered on his expression. Every so often as the priest drones on Tom glances back towards the rows of guests and the love on his face is replaced by pride. You furrow your brows at his actions, but he does not notice and still smiles whilst looking directly into your uncomfortable expression.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace” The priest announces in almost hushed silence. Tom sweeps the room with his eyes accusingly. A silence hangs in the air, you barely notice already resigned.

“Always a tense moment.” The priest teases to the two of you with a little giggle.

The church doors are ripped open and you turn in time to see James and House, run into the church, halting when all eyes were fixed on them.

“Has it happened?” James gasps out.

“No, you’re just in time, just take a seat and we’ll carry on.” The preacher brushes all the cues to the true nature of the interruption.

“No, has it happened? Him and her? Is it official?” James hurried to get all his words out concisely.

Tom angled his body to cover yourself from James’ eyes.

“Dr Wilson, Dr House, leave now.” He threatened.

“Or what, short stack!” House shouted from behind James, but he was quickly shushed by James who didn’t want to make the situation any worse.

“This is our day; you had your chance. It’s my turn now.” Tom sneered out.

“Excuse me!” You pushed Tom from where he covered you.

“Just hear me out. Y/n, please.” James voice lowered to a whisper locking the two of you in a moment.

You offer a slight nod, afraid of any larger movement.

“Y/n, I love you. And I know there are better times to tell you this than on your wedding day…to another man. But it’s the truth. The day you walked away broke me. I realised how much I had been taking your presence in my life for granted. Your warmth, your kindness, the sheer amount of love you offer to the world. All this had become such an integral part of my life that I forgot to cherish it and instead accepted it would always be there.”

His voice caught in his throat on a shaky sob. You wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. It has run straight through the amount of makeup plastered on your face.

“If you tell me that he is the love of your life and that he is the person you want to build your future with, then I’ll go. And this will just be a horrible story we bury to the pits of our memory.” You let out a stray giggle at that. “But I don’t think he is.”

“If you’re doing this for security because you want the picket fence life, you don’t need to. And I’m not saying pick me, I mean I really want you to, but that’s not exactly what I’m saying. What I’m saying is be sure.” The silence in the room hung heavy and James’ questioning of his decision came out in how unsure his movements became.

“I am so sorry that I didn’t fight for us.” There was a lump in his throat. “But, if you will let me, I will spend the rest of our lives making up for it.”

Our eyes locked for a minute. Tears glistened on both of our faces. Defeat littered across his features. He turned around prepared for the ultimate shameful walk, cursing himself for his lack of judgment. Of course, you didn’t love him anymore. He broke your heart.

You turned to look at Tom’s smug face. He is shocked when you shove your bouquet into his arms and run down the aisle, your dress bundled in your arms. James turns around just in time to be met with the bear hug you threw onto his frame. Your neck craned to bury your head in his neck. Smiling at the familiar scent washing over you.

Your words were muffled through his suit.

“Thank you.”

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rhoorl · 9 months

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Working Title - Chapter 1

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+.

Word Count: 2.9K

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Chapter Summary: Belle gets a call from her friend, an up-and-coming actress about a role that would take them both to Hawaii. Meanwhile, Dieter finds a role that may be just what he needs.

Warnings: This chapter has some swearing, allusions to cheating and toxic relationships, and drug/alcohol references.

You finally make it to the peace and quiet of your car, the first time you’ve been able to sit down since the early hours of the morning. Doing bridal hair and makeup is fun, usually, except in a case like today where you are dealing with lots of high-strung personalities and an overbearing mother of the bride.

Just get home. Pour a glass of wine and relax. Oh, and Ryan will be there.

Ryan. Your off and on again boyfriend, although presently you aren’t quite sure where things stand. He cheated on you, again. This time, it was with the pretty, young receptionist from his job. You should have known better. He’s been distant in recent months, which follows the unfortunate pattern you’ve been accustomed to.

“You deserve so much better than that asshat,” you can practically hear your best friend Indy saying. Your best friend since childhood, she understood you more than you understood yourself sometimes. She was also your biggest cheerleader. She was the more extroverted of the two of you, a bright, bubbly personality everyone flocked to, especially men. Ever since high school, she was always the “it” girl. Homecoming queen, lead in all of the plays, good at volleyball, and she was the nicest person too. And with all of that, she claimed you as her best friend.

She was also fiercely protective of you. She never liked Ryan from the day you brought him around. If there was one thing about Indy, it was that she was a great reader of people. Something was off with him from the beginning and she always kept a skeptical eye on him. But, you were in love with him. You fell quickly and deeply in love with this man despite the countless ways he hurt you over the years. You always justified what he did, thinking that in some way you were inferior and the reason why he acted out. If you were skinnier, younger, or more adventurous in bed, he wouldn’t have to look elsewhere. You had believed this train of thought for so long, but his recent dalliance was honestly the last straw.

You park in front of your apartment building and sit for a moment. You had been stewing so much, you didn’t even notice that you had driven all the way home in silence. Usually after a bad day, Indy was your first call, but you couldn’t even deal with talking you were so spent.

After what seemed like forever, but was more like five minutes in reality, you gathered your purse, and your kit, and trudged your way up the stairs. When you opened the door you noticed a piece of paper on your dining room table.

I think it’s time we end things. Let me know if you want me to pick up the rest of my stuff.

-R

As you look around you start to notice things missing - an end table here, a blanket rack there. You crumble the paper in your hands and head back to your bedroom and your closet. There, you notice that Ryan’s half of the closet is empty.

This fucker left me? It should be the other way around, how fucking pathetic. That’s just what I needed today.

You were angry that this is how it ended. He got to have the last word when he was the one who cheated on you.

You needed a glass of wine. A big glass of wine. You head to the counter and open up a brand new bottle you had been saving. Saving for what, you weren’t quite sure, but nothing in the near future seemed like it would be worthy of a celebration so you thought why not.

It wasn’t until you sat on your couch that you finally let the emotions of the day get to you. You laid on your side pulling your knees to your chest and sobbed. You weren’t really quite sure all of the reasons why you were crying – it was for everything and nothing at the same time. You were just so frustrated with your life.

As if she had some type of Batman signal to your emotions, you started to feel your phone vibrate on the coffee table. You sat up, wiped your face, and checked to see who was calling you. It was Indy – the first and last person you wanted to talk to right now.

“Hey Ind,” you managed to get out while trying to collect yourself.

“How fast can you get to LA?”

“I don’t know Liz, I feel like I want something new, something different,” Dieter stops to turn and look at his agent, taking a small break from pacing around his Los Angeles home.

He cleaned up his act in recent years and has been sober for four years, 10 months, and three days. Not that he’s counting. He’s been able to work on his image and reputation, not only thanks to Liz but his commitment to himself. It was still something that made him feel uncomfortable – focusing on himself rather than those around him. As he gained more and more fame over the years, he noticed that people cared less about him as a person and more about either what they could get from him or by being around him.

Liz believed in him and got him several roles in recent years which ranged from a sweet FBI agent who funneled his heartbreak into his work to a romantic comedy to an action thriller traversing the jungle as part of an elite tactical squad. He’d been having the most fun of his career and he was getting a great reception from the critics too.

He had seen winning his Oscar as both a blessing and a curse. It gave him the validation that he was a talented actor and that all of the struggles he had gone through, from being broke and living in his car to bumming extra leftover sandwiches from craft services in the early years, had been worth it. He loved acting more than anything and to see people respond to his work was more than gratifying. On the flip side, however, was the pressure of trying to keep the momentum going. He had a couple of flops after his Oscar win, and frankly the “fame” overtook him and put him in a dangerous spiral.

He eventually just grew tired of it. Tired of being used. Tired of being a joke. Tired of constantly bouncing in and out of facilities. Tired of everything.

“Dee, I hear ya. And, I think you’ll actually be interested in a conversation I recently had,” Liz says with a sly smile on her face.

Dieter took his gaze away from the window, overlooking the palm trees and flowers in his backyard, and shuffled over to a chair to look at Liz.

“Ok, shoot. What do you have Lizzie.”

“You realize you’re the only person I let call me Lizzie, right?” She says after a sigh and an obvious eye roll.

“That’s because I’m your favorite client,” Dieter says as he leans back in the chair, clasping his hands behind the back of his head.

“You are. The studio has an idea that’s pretty far along. It’s not a lead role, but you are a recurring character. It’s a group of DEA agents and you are their chief. I’m sending you over the script now,” Liz says as she furiously types on her phone to send Dieter an email with the script. “It doesn’t have a title, so you’ll see it come through as ‘Working Title.’”

“So, what, I have to wear a suit?”

“Yea, but they asked how you felt about ‘getting in the field’ too. You enjoyed the tactical stuff in the last movie, right?”

“Hell yea, that was fun,” Dieter said enthusiastically. “ I mean, yeah I’d be down for that. Where is the shoot?”

“Hawaii.”

“Jesus, Liz. Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“Because, I want you to like the role, or at least be interested, and not just look for an excuse to go to Hawaii for three months.”

“Liz, if I wanted to go to Hawaii, I’d just go,” Dieter chuckled as he took a swig of his water bottle while unlocking his phone to see what Liz had emailed him.

“Right, of course. Well, just take a look and see what you think, ok? They basically said it’s yours to take or leave, so think about it and let me know tomorrow, yeah?”

“Sure that sounds good. Thanks, Lizzie.”

Usually, Liz, who is nine times out of ten all business, would take this cue to leave and sort through other tasks in her ever-growing inbox. But, she didn’t move right away. She had something else she wanted to say, Dieter could tell. He could read her like a book.

“Ok, spit it out, Lizzie. What else is there?”

“Um,” Liz couldn’t look at him, fidgeting with her notebook and pen. “So, I want to be upfront with you and let you know that the producers did bring up some trepidation about your past and how that may affect the set.”

“For fuck’s sake Liz. I’ve been clean for almost five years. I feel like I’ve proven to several producers and directors at this point that I can handle being on a set.”

“I know, and I’m so proud of you Dee I really am. This guy is kind of old-school and only has heard the rumor mill stuff. I assured him that you’ve been nothing short of professional these last few years. And, the box office numbers and the streams don’t lie. You are a star, Dee. They are lucky to have you.”

Dieter scoffs at the praise. Most actors can be egotistical and want constant attention, but Dieter is the opposite. He never watches any of his scenes back, purposefully fast-forwarding through his scenes or avoiding the film screening portion whenever possible at premiers. So, to hear Liz tell him he’s a star brings a slight smile to his face that’s easily replaced by shame.

“Well, thanks for defending me, Liz.”

“Your actions have spoken so much and I just love how much you’ve grown. I just wanted to give you a head’s up in case you decide you want to do this role. The guy is an ass, but nothing you can handle, right?”

“Ha, that’s for sure.”

“So anyway, that’s it, just wanted you to know,” Liz says as she gets up and starts to leave. Before walking out of the living room she turns around, “Hey Dee, when’s the last time you went on a date?”

“Why? You offering?” Dieter winked at her.

“No. Besides, the last time I was with a man a Bush was in office - don’t take a guess as to which one”

Dieter laughs. “Um, I don’t know Lizzie. Date is kind of a hard word. Like actually went to like dinner or something?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, I don’t know. I was probably living in New York at the time. You know dating wasn’t really my thing there for a while.”

Dieter had amassed quite the reputation over the years – whoever made him feel desired, he was down to explore. He always had someone new on his arm at premiers or following him to sets. As time went on, these flings started to become more and more tumultuous. Honestly, the drugs and excessive alcohol didn’t help things either. It all started to become a vicious cycle for him. Meet someone, get high, have amazing sex, fight, drink, have sex, get high again, maybe sleep.

And he also started to realize that people were with him because he was Dieter Bravo. The breaking point came about five years ago. He was sitting on his couch with his latest flavor of the week. They had spent the entire weekend having sex in various places throughout his home, in between copious amounts of drugs. There was a bit of a lull in the action, literally, and they started watching a movie. He honestly couldn’t even focus on what was on the screen, his high creating a haze over the whole situation.

“DeeDee, when I was shopping the other day I saw a Chanel bag that was beautiful,” the girl said, dropping a hopeful hint that Dieter would shower her with gifts. She was a model, he thinks. He honestly couldn’t remember. She was tall and blonde and had a great ass so that’s all he needed.

“Hey, we only ever hang out here or at a club. Do you ever want to try something else?”

“Ha like what DeeDee go to a rescue shelter and pet dogs?” she scoffed. “This is what we do. You’re having fun, right?”

“I mean, yea but like …” he was trying to find the words. “Don’t you just ever get bored of partying?”

“What? You’re Dieter Bravo. You are the party.”

“Yea I guess, but like, I don’t know it gets tiring sometimes. Like can we ever get together and just, I don’t know, talk? I literally have no idea what you even like to do for fun or anything about your family. What’s your favorite color? Do you like flowers?” Dieter was starting to spiral, letting the word vomit take over. “Do you even care about what I like? What I’m interested in?”

“I know you’re interested in fucking me and making me cum until I can’t think straight. That’s all I need.”

Starting to feel himself start to get angry, Dieter stands up and walks over to the glass sliding door looking out onto his backyard. The pool glistened in the late afternoon sun. He could hear the small waterfall he had installed on the far end. He loved going out there some nights and just listening to the water. Liz had found him many times asleep out there. She always assumed it was drugs or he was drunk, but oftentimes he simply fell asleep to the soothing sounds. He longed to be able to sit out there with someone. Cuddled up on a lounger just enjoying each other’s company.

It was almost as if something clicked in his head. All of the years of being used – used for his body, used for his money, used for his fame. It all came to a head. And the model sprawled out on his couch was the latest in a line of so many before her that just used him.

“Well, what if it’s not all that I need,” he said, his back to her still looking outside.

“You don’t mean that. Come on, let’s call Jesse and see what he can get delivered to us today. Let’s have a little fun.”

“Dammit, it’s not fun anymore,” Dieter growled, slamming his fist into the glass. “I’m tired of this. Why the fuck are you even here?”

“Fuck you, Dieter.”

“Get out.” It almost came out as a whisper. He was telling not only her to get out, but the rest of his intrusive thoughts too. He just wanted things to be quiet, simple. He needed a reset.

“Well, I feel like it’s time for you to get back out there again, champ!”

“Wow, Lizzie. Saying it like that makes me sound like a boxer who’s gotten beaten down. How fucking pathetic.” he says with a bit of a chuckle.

“Yea, well, I just feel like you spend a lot of time alone Dee. Would be nice to see you spend some time with someone.”

“Liz, if you are in love with me just say it,” Dieter laughed.

Rolling her eyes, “Dieter Bravo. I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“What if that’s my new thing, cougars,” he said with a sly smile. This back-and-forth banter was par for the course – Dieter could flirt with a wet paper bag.

“Ok, champ. Maybe in another lifetime.”

Dieter smiles at her but she can see the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“What did I say?”

“Nothing, I just,” he sighed. “Ugh, I just. You’re right. It’s been a long time, but at this point, I’m so fucking scared to be with someone again.”

Dieter was always pretty straightforward, but even Liz was a bit surprised by just how easily he opened up.

Sitting on the couch across from him, she surveyed his body language. He seemed to be going back to a memory, reliving a painful moment in time. It was etched in his face, his eyebrows furrowing together in that little scrunch he makes when he’s thinking.

Liz sighed. “Dee, I know you haven’t had the best of luck in the past. But don’t write off happiness or love so easily. You just haven’t found the right person yet.”

He looks up at her, she can see a little bit of hope in his eyes trying to peek through. “Yea, you’re right.”

“I mean, heck. I was in a similar boat you know. After Maria left me, I figured that was it. I’d just be married to my work.”

“But what happened.”

“Claire. That��s what happened.”

Claire, Liz’s wife, was a nurse that helped Dieter years ago during a bad relapse phase. She came to the house every day to check on him and was with him during his last stint in rehab.

“Claire’s pretty awesome Liz. I’d love to find someone like that.”

“I think you will, Dee. I just know it.” She got up walked over to him, patted him on the knee and Dieter got up and hugged her. They weren’t always the most affectionate with each other, but Dieter had come to see Liz as a mother figure of sorts. She never gave up on him and she gave him unconditional love. “Now, go read the script. I want to visit you in Hawaii.”

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A/N: If you made it this far, thank you! I've been really freaked out about posting this, but it's been fun to think creatively like this. I've devoured so many fics over the past several months from so many amazing writers who have inspired me with their amazing work!

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