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‘Cause After Midnight…

A/N: this idea came to be randomly yesterday morning and thus the brain rot began! Idk about y’all, but I would do ANYTHING for slumber party!Dieter 🤭 big thank you to @chronically-ghosted for sharing the brain rot cell with me this week! 🫡

~word count: 8.5k~ yeaaaah idk what happened!

Summary: a slumber party with your bestie Dieter Bravo, after midnight! What could possibly happen between the two of you?

Pairing | slumber party!dieter x best friend female!reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, a little sprinkle of angst, DUBIOUS CONSENT, mentions of alcohol and ouid smoking, infidelity (not by dieter) toxic relationship (Dieter’s ex) denial of feelings, secret pining, best friends to lovers?, pussy pronouns, domestic intimacy, mutual masturbation, masturbation with a shower head (iykyk), sexual tension, language, dirty talk, unprotected piv, aftercare, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is bug, +18 minors dni!

Being Dieter Bravo’s best friend since…well, forever, came with a long list of perks. Your favorite perk of all, you may ask? Getting to spend time with your best friend. Whether that was at his home, lounging side by side next to his inground pool, stumbling out of a DTLA nightclub, clammy hands entwined together as you head to the nearest street food cart ASAP (Dieter demands steak tacos when he’s wasted) or when you were his glittering gem on the red carpet, dodging the incessant questions from the red carpet wasps—I mean, interviewers asking you and Dieter if you were dating.

It was like clockwork, you and Dieter would look at one another, laugh and shake your heads in sync, “us, dating? No, you have it all wrong! We’re simply just two besties that do everything together, don’t get it twisted!” (So what if you and Dieter would sometimes get equally wasted in the club and drunkenly makeout…and sometimes, while making out, he would grope your ass beneath your dress—you were just friends! Best friends kiss like all the time…right?)

Of course, Hollywood didn’t buy it despite yours and Dieter’s repetitive denial, and the fact that Dieter was currently smitten with his girlfriend—well, ex-girlfriend now. The tabloids spewed their cheap gossip, but your friendship with Dieter never soured.

You frequently slept over on the weekends he was home. It was your shared routine from Friday-Sunday (sometimes even Mondays), you and Dieter would get higher than two kites, cross off a few movies on your watch lists, paint together, and order takeout for every meal. Truthfully, it was fucking bliss.

This weekend, in particular, Dieter decided he wanted to have a whole ass slumber party. (Not nearly as extravagant as the princess diaries slumber party, or the Barbie movie) but Dieter knew how to throw a killer intimate slumber party. He invited all of his close, niche friends including you. He already had a whole array of different foods to munch on throughout the night so that no one would go hungry.

As always, Dieter was nearly glued to your side and if it were anyone else, or any other man for that matter, you would be annoyed, but when it came to Dieter, you shared your small bubble of space happily with him.

Everything was going swimmingly, until Dieter’s ex showed up uninvited. Dieter was in the whirlpool, wearing the tiniest swim trunks known to man. He had a beer in one hand while his other arm was resting along the outside of the hot tub. He was mid conversation, laughing about something one of his friends said before his eyes met yours when you appeared from the kitchen, a nervous look plastered on your face as you approached the hot tub.

“Hey, Dee?..” you crouched down along the edge of the hot tub.

“Yeah, bug?” He took a sip of his beer, brow cocking in curiosity. “What’s up? Why do ya look so worried?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Dee. Just uh—well, your ex just sorta showed up uninvited. She’s in the kitchen—”

“What the fuck do you mean she just sorta showed up?! What the fuck.” He groaned, dragging his wet hand across his face, squeezing his eyes shut. “I reckon she just invited herself in, too?”

Your nod confirmed his suspicions. “Unfortunately she did. I told her she wasn’t welcome, but she essentially told me to fuck off.” You stifled a laugh.

“Yeah, well, she’s never exactly been the type to respect boundaries.” He sighed and handed you his beer so that he could pull himself out of the hot tub. The swim trunks he was wearing quite literally left little to the imagination, and you swore that you caught a glimpse of his infamous package when he bent down and grabbed his towel to quickly dry off.

His hand gently brushed yours as he reached for his beer. “I’ll deal with her. Not gonna let it spoil my night.” He gruffed out and draped the towel around his shoulders. “Be back in a jiffy, bug.” He winked and headed towards the sliding doors leading to the kitchen.

When he didn’t return to the backyard in over 20 minutes, that’s when you made the executive decision to see if he was okay. When you neared the front door, you could hear the distinct tone of Dieter’s voice through the thin glass and you caught a glimpse of him throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“You can’t just fucking show up here uninvited! You’re not only trespassing, but you’re crossing a boundary! This is exactly why we broke up in the first place because you’re just so fucking clingy!” He yelled.

“Oh, I’M THE CLINGY ONE?!” She laughed, jabbing her perfectly manicured finger directly into his bare chest. “So, it has nothing to do with the fact that you spent more time with your best friend than with your girlfriend?! Don’t you think thats a bit fucking weird, Dieter?!”

“Oh, for fucks sakes! Here we go again! Don’t you dare go bring her into this when she’s done nothing wrong! So sorry that you felt like the attention I was giving you was inadequate! Guess that gave you just the right amount of ammo to cheat on me with MY fucking pilates instructor?! Dude, I can’t even look the guy in the face anymore without wanting to rip his dick off, balls and all!”

“YES, because you left me with no other choice, Dieter! He gave me more attention than you ever have!”

“Right, sure! So instead of oh—I don’t know, acting like a fucking normal person, you let your jealousy take front and center and cheat on me?! Why the fuck couldn’t you just be like hey, Dieter! I’m feeling under-appreciated in our relationship and I’d like to talk about it in a healthy, productive way because I love and respect you as a person! I would have never fucking cheated on you, don’t you get that?!”

“Okay—you’re right! I’m sorry that I wasn’t mature, and I’m sorry I cheated on you, Dieter. I’m so sorry! Can we please just—”

He laughed, throwing his head back with his hands carding through his damp curls in disbelief. “You have got to be shitting me! You just expect me to what—take you back after all of that?! Fuck you. I may be a stupid fucking actor, but I’m not that stupid. Please, can you just—leave? I don’t want to call the cops, but I will if I have to.”

“Dieter, come on! Baby, please. Let’s just talk—”

“I’m not your baby.” He muttered and turned on his heel and walked back towards the front door. He really just wanted to bury his face in his hands and scream, but he was determined to not let her ruin his night. So, when he opened the door, and found you on the other side, he let out a visible sigh of relief. “Well, that was a crapshoot. Did ya hear any of it, bug?” He closed the door softly and made sure to lock it for good measure.

“You okay, Dee? I heard the last bit of it…I’m sorry that you had to deal with that.”

“S’okay. It’s done now and I’m gonna try and not let it ruin the rest of the night. Thank you for checking in on me, bug. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, Dee. Everyone is still in the backyard. Wanna join them? Otherwise I was thinking maybe you and I can get high?”

He grinned at your suggestion, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorjamb, “say less.”

That’s how you found yourself in Dieter’s bedroom, sitting on the floor with his rolling tray in your lap while he was changing out of his too-tight swim trunks and into a pair of boxers that were…equally as tight. You loved the way that his little bit of tummy pudge hung over the side of the boxer's waistband. What you wouldn’t give to worship that tummy while he shoves his—You kept your eyes focused on plucking a few bud clusters and placing them in the grinder. His phone was charging next to yours on the nightstand. You had Spotify open on shuffle playing yours and Dieter’s favorite playlist. The song that was currently playing was After Midnight by Chappell Roan.

He plopped down beside you, gently grabbing the tray and placed it in his lap so that he could roll the actual joint. He used the front of his bed as a backrest as he opened up the grinder and carefully distributed the ground up herb into one of the papers.

“I seriously don’t know how your dick can breathe in those tight fucking shorts, Dee.” you said with a playful edge to your tone as you let your head rest in the crook of his neck. He leaned into you too, naturally.

“They are not that tight!” He scoffed and looked over at you with a playful grin on his lips. “My dick can breathe in these perfectly fine, bug.” he retorted.

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say.”

Comfortable silence washed over the two of you while he finished rolling up the joint, looking over at you expectantly as he sparked the end of it, inhaling with his cheeks slightly hollowed, “should we have a full slumber party moment and paint our nails and do each other's makeup?” He asked softly, blowing the smoke upwards towards the ceiling and held the joint out to you between his pointer and middle finger.

“Shut up. I can’t believe you just brought that up because I was thinking the same exact thing!” You looked over at him In disbelief, reaching for the joint as your fingers briefly brushed against one another during the exchange. “I must have manifested this or something because I made sure to bring my nail polish this time!”

“Just start calling me Dieter the all knowing!” He chuckled, feeling the inhaled drug slowly send him into a relaxed state. He let his head comfortably rest against the back of the bed. “and I have my makeup that we can use! Think you can show me how to perfect the winged liner look? I’m shit at doing it on myself.” He huffed.

“I am not gonna start calling you Dieter that all knowing! There’s no way in hell I’m going to grant you all that power!” You nudged his shoulder gently with your own before you took a long drag from the joint, holding the smoke in your lungs before slowly exhaling it. “Of course I can help you with your eyeliner, Dee! Only if you let me pick out your nail color this time.”

“Okay, deal!” He was quick to respond with zero hesitation in his chipper tone.

So, after you each took a few more drags from the joint and your minds began to go hazy, Dieter lazily got up and walked into the en-suite to grab his bag of makeup from the bathroom cabinet. When he returned, you had grabbed your overnight bag and already had all of your nail products laid out.

“Damn, did ya bring your entire collection from home with ya?” He teased as he plopped down next to you. His movements were uncoordinated due to the drug coursing through his veins. He nearly fell into your lap, giggling and quietly apologizing as he sat back up. This was a normal occurrence for you and Dieter. Whenever the two of you would get high together, (which was frequent), you both became naturally affectionate and extremely touchy with one another. It was second nature, and something that neither you or Dieter ever thought about as being ‘weird’ and not the norm for most platonic friendships.

“Go big or go home, right Dee?” You had already picked out a pretty sparkly blue polish for his nails and set it off to the side.

“Absolutely, bug. Hey, can you do my makeup first, please?” He had his hands clasped in his lap, nervously twiddling his thumbs as if he was a child waiting to be reprimanded by his parents.

“Of course I can.” You said softly, and grabbed the makeup bag from his lap. “Hey, are you okay?…”

He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily and shook his head. “No, not really. I’m fucking pissed off about what happened down there with my ex.”

You nodded in understanding and stood up to grab one of his many pillows so that he would have something comfortable to lay against while you would do his makeup. “I gathered that.”

“That’s because you’re always reading the room, bug.” He chuckled, grabbing the pillow from you so that he could place it under his back. Once he was situated, he patted his thighs, beckoning you to come sit in his lap. (Doesn’t everyone straddle their best friend and do their makeup?)

“Am I?” You mused and wasted no time to straddle his hips, making yourself comfortable above him. He was looking up at you with that sparkle in his irises that only appeared around you. It was as if you were the reason why the sun shined, and the stars twinkled in the sky. You were too busy going through his bag of makeup to catch the look, and when your eyes did land upon his face, he looked like he was going through constricting emotions.

“Yeah, you’re really good at doing that, y’know?” He sighed, feeling his shoulders deflate and sink against the pillow.

“Do you want to talk about what happened, Dee?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, letting his hands gently rest around your hips, thumbs stroking the sliver of skin visible under your shorts in a soothing figure eight motion. “I mean, who the fuck just shows up to someone’s slumber party uninvited?”

“Well, she’s never really respected your boundaries, has she? Remember when you forgot to leave your phone in your dressing room at the Oscars, and when you were reading out the nominees and she called you, despite knowing that you were at the Oscars?” You grabbed his little bottle of toner and a couple cotton rounds, softly telling him to close his eyes.

He closed his eyes, flinching slightly when the cool mist of the toner kissed his skin. He relaxed further into the pillows when you gently patted the toner into his skin with the cotton round. “Yeah, that was a fucking disaster! I just remember going all red in the face and fearing that my career with the rest of the Hollywood assholes was over at that point.”

“I’m pretty sure she made that move out of spite, Dee. Y’know, because you didn’t ask her to be your plus one?”

He peeked one eye open to look up at you, “that’s because you’ve attended every single red carpet event with me, bug. It’s…tradition.” (Yeah, sure it is, Dieter. Just tradition.)

“I’m not justifying her behavior by any means, but I can understand why she was upset that you invited your best friend over your girlfriend to the Oscars.” You set the bottle of toner down and grabbed his usual moisturizer and squirted a few pumps onto your fingers and rubbed it into his skin.

“Yeah, I guess when you put it that way it does sound pretty fucked up huh? But I don’t think I deserved to be cheated on.” His lips curved into a downwards pout, brows furrowed intently.

“Oh, of course not, hun. Cheating is never justifiable.” You reassured him, reaching into the makeup bag and pulled out his primer, foundation and concealer. “Do you wanna do a full look or something on the more no makeup/makeup side?”

“So then why did she try to justify her reason for cheating on me? Not only that, she tried to sweet talk her way back in towards the end of the conversation. Oh, Dieter, I’m so sorry!” He scoffed, “she even pulled the baby card on me! I know I’m not the most emotionally intelligent individual 99% of the time, and I’ve struggled my whole life taking much of anything serious, but I still have a fucking heart despite what the tabloids gossip about.” He paused mid-venting, remembering what you had asked him, “surprise me, bug.”

“She pulled the baby card on you? What a fucking cunt move, honestly.” you shook your head. “Dieter, you have one of the biggest hearts in all of Hollywood, hun. You just don’t share it with everyone and that’s okay. Those tabloids are a load of crap. I told you before that you have to stop feeding into their agenda. It’s not worth it, Dieter.”

“Exactly! It was a cunt move. And if I didn’t realize my worth sooner, I probably would have fallen right back into a relationship with her again! You know what I’m starting to believe? Maybe…I just have to accept the fact that no one is ever gonna love me.”

You let out a sigh, reaching back into the makeup bag and pulled out one of his glitter shadows to apply on his eyelids. He let out a content hum when your fingers began to gently card through his damp curls while your other fingers began to gently pat the shimmery shadow onto his closed eyelids. “Dieter, don’t you fucking start that shit and claiming that no one is ever going to love you.”

“Well, it’s true! I can’t fucking hold a healthy relationship down to save my life! I’m the laughing stock of Hollywood, days away from fucking relapsing, and no one is gonna give a shit!”

“Dude, what are you talking about?” You fought the urge to laugh, not at him, of course, but at the situation at hand. “I love you, idiot. You are not the laughing stock of Hollywood, and you will not fucking relapse under my watch, Dieter.”

“Bug, I know you love me, and I love you too! But…that’s different. What I’m talking about is real, true love—ow!” He whimpered when you had accidentally poked his eye with your nail.

You weren’t even paying attention when he started rambling about true love and that the way he loved you was completely different…it stung and sent your heart straight through a shredder, and he had no idea!

“Shit, Dee! I’m so sorry—are you okay? My finger slipped.” Your palm came to rest around his scruffy jawline, leaning in close to make sure that you hadn’t accidentally poked his eye out with your fingernail. Your warm breath gently fanned his face as he blinked a few times to surpass the dull sting he felt on his cornea.

“I’m okay, bug. But damn, girl! Are you trying to poke my eye out or something?” He joked, trying to relieve the palpable tension growing between the two of you.

You were quick to change the subject, feeling slightly embarrassed that you allowed his words to affect you that much. You reached for the joint that was resting along the rolling tray and picked it up between your two fingers along with the lighter. “I’m going to take a couple more hits…you want any?” You asked while sparking the joint up, taking a deeper inhale this time to try and soothe your already scrambled brain.

He nodded, reaching his hand up to pluck the joint from between your lips after you were finished and placed it between his own and took a similarly deep drag. He looked so fucking pretty, laying there, joint hanging low between his lips, shimmering eyeshadow making his rich brown eyes stand out even more.

“Y’know…” he started, “if ya take a picture, it’ll last longer!” He mused, taking another long drag, blowing the smoke off to the side. When you didn’t immediately laugh at his weak attempt to ease the tension further, he frowned. “Hey, you okay? You’re never this quiet, bug. Even when you’re high.”

“I’m fine, Dieter.” You sighed, and went to slide off his lap, forgetting about doing his eyeliner when his hand resting around your hip tightened and you freezed under his touch.

“Hey, please don’t lie to me. Did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry if I did.” He was always so genuine in his apologies to you. He could claim to not know how to read the room, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Dee, I’m fine.” You reassured him. “I was just having a moment.”

“Well…stop that! It’s not allowed when we’re having a sleepover.” He really just couldn’t stand to see you upset. It tore him up inside and made him feel like he was always the root cause for your mood change.

“Fuck you.” You laughed, giving his cheek a light pat while your other hand ruffled through his hair. “Do you still want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Yes please.” He grinned. “Just promise to not poke my eye out again?”

“I promise, Dee.”

While you carefully began to apply the eyeliner to his eyelids with careful precision, he continued to ramble on underneath you, careful to not move too much because he really didn’t want to accidentally get poked in the eye. Once you were finished, you expected him to immediately want to check how he looked in the mirror, but instead, he switched positions with you, straddling your hips now so that he could do your makeup.

You didn’t protest, of course. You’d take any excuse to admire his handsome features up close while he was zoned in on his work, his muse being you. Whenever he was painting, his focus was intense and it was as if he had tuned out everything else around him. He acted all the same while he was gently applying a shimmer shadow to your eyelids.

The intimacy simmering between the two of you was becoming too much for you to handle. You could feel him through his too-tight boxers, the weight of his cock pressing right against your clothed center. Despite knowing Dieter for as long as you have, you never had seen his cock, only just the outline of it. However, you heard the stories from his past partners, flings, and even some colleagues. They were all shocked to hear that you yourself had not seen Dieter Bravo’s package.

The walls in his spacious bedroom felt like they were closing in on you from how flustered you were feeling. Surely there was sweat beginning to bead and perspire along the column of your throat and behind your neck. Perhaps there was even an evident sign of your arousal between your thighs. You hoped to god that he hadn’t caught on. But when his hips shifted forward, his tongue poking out between his lips while he carefully applied a swipe of eyeliner across your right eyelid, it was too much.

“Hey—Dee? I’m not feeling too hot. Think the weed is messing with me. I—I think I’m gonna shower and go to bed.” You stuttered out, trying to focus on the words coming out of your mouth and not the images of his thick cock—

He frowned, looking deflated when you said that you wanted to go to bed. “Oh—okay, bug. I understand. Do you wanna watch a movie or something? I’ll get you some food and water, okay? Maybe you’re just having a bad trip?” He was genuinely concerned, feeling slightly nervous that his trusted dealer had laced his stash with something, but he didn’t want to go down that rabbit hole just yet.

“No—I just…I want to shower and go to bed, Dieter. I’ll be fine. It probably is just a bad trip.” You reassured him and subtly tried to create any form of distance between the two of you to relieve the tension you were feeling.

The weed is only enhancing what I’m feeling right now. If he could see the thoughts going through my head right now—

“If you are having a bad trip, then I should stay with you, bug. I don’t want anything to happen to you—”

“Dieter.” You were on the edge of snapping and saying something you would inevitably regret, “I don’t want you to stay with me, okay? I just want to fucking shower and go to bed.”

Ouch.

He visibly recoiled, feeling like you had just stabbed him right in the gut and twisted the knife for good measure. Maybe I am the clingy one…

“Okay, okay. I understand. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.” He wanted to snap right back at you, but he didn’t have the heart in him to do so.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, and when he didn’t immediately uncage your thighs from under his hips, you took matters into your own hands and placed your palm flat against his chest, gently pushing him off of you so you could quickly stand up.

He felt his heart twist even further when you disappeared into the en-suite, slamming the door behind you. He wasn’t sure if it was done maliciously or on accident, it still fucking hurt.

Seconds later he hears the sink turn on and the sound of water splashing against your face. It felt wrong to leave you in this state, so even after he heard the shower turn on while he was cleaning up the strewn about makeup on the floor, he sat down against the door, his back leaning against it as he waited. For what? He really didn’t know the answer to that.

You knew that Dieter was concerned about your well being, and if he could have it his own way, he would be in the bathroom with you right now, sitting with his back facing you so that you would feel comfortable to shower. You also were aware that he was sitting against the bathroom door and your heart lurched at the thought. You felt the guilt swim and swirl around you. Snapping at your best friend was not on your bingo card for the night, but maybe this was a sign that you and Dieter needed to set some serious boundaries between one another. Maybe you were beginning to realize that the two of you were…too close.

“Can you just…let me know you’re okay in there?” You heard him ask through the door as the scalding hot water streamed down over your bare body.

“Dieter, I’m fine.” Your voice was muffled under the stream.

“Yeah, sure you are, but I’d be a terrible fucking friend if I just left you to deal with this bad trip on your own, bug.”

God dammit, Dieter. Why can’t you just be an asshole like a normal person?! Is what you really wanted to say.

“Okay…” you trailed off, “I’m going to be in here for a while.”

“That’s okay. You can use up all of my hot water. I don’t care.” He reassured you.

When you didn’t immediately respond he let out a sigh, resting his head back against the door, closing his eyes. He remembered that your phone was still playing music from where it sat on his nightstand next to his own, and the familiar tune of Pink Pony Club started playing. It was yours and Dieter’s favorite song off of Chappell’s album.

“I know you wanted me to stay, but I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA. And I heard that there's a special place, where boys and girls can all be queens every single day.”

Dieter Bravo could not fucking sing, but everytime that he did for you, it was the most endearing gesture ever.

“You fucking asshole.” You muttered under your breath, “I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee. Oh, Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me. Won't make my mama proud, It's gonna cause a scene. She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream…”

“God, what have you done! You're a pink pony girl, and you dance at the club! Oh mama, I'm just having fun! On the stage in my heels, it’s where I belong down at the Pink Pony Club!” You and Dieter sung the chorus in unison, completely out of tune, but neither of you could give a fuck about that.

You could practically picture his dopey, weed-stained grin plastered on his handsome, scruffy face behind the door when you sang the chorus together. The mental image sent your heart surging out of your chest, and your pussy pulsing in tandem.

Fuck me.

You truly had just planned to take a hot, relaxing, mind clearing shower and then go straight to bed, but you were feeling bothered by the weed, and your blatantly obvious attraction towards your best friend. Not to mention, the little rasp in Dieter’s voice was not helping you out in this predicament, either. That’s when you noticed his attached shower head and the lightbulb went off in your weed-induced brain.

You reached for the attached shower head, gently removing it from where it was mounted against the shower wall. Before turning it on, however, you quickly got familiar with the numerous spray settings and chose the medium spray before slowly dragging the shower head between your legs and—oh, fucck.

The pressure was just right and was directly spraying a stream of water onto your exposed clit. You held back a moan, bringing the back of your hand to your mouth and bit down as you slowly sank to your ass along the shower wall, your thighs spread fully, eyes rolling back into your skull from the intense feeling. That’s when a moan slipped past and Dieter initially thought he was just hearing things, but then he heard it again…and his cock twitched to life beneath the tight confinements.

“There’s no way. I’m just high as shit right now and hearing things. Yeah, that’s the logical explanation!” He muttered to himself, scrubbing one hand down his face. But then he heard you distinctively moan, and his face suddenly felt hot to the touch. He pressed his ear against the door, raising his fist and gently knocked on the wood, “you uh—you okay in there?”

You were so close to hitting that big ‘o’ that you didn’t even hear Dieter’s low rasp through the door.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You whimpered. “So fucking close, just a little more. Just a little more. C’mon, baby.”

Now that he could hear you more clearly, he knew exactly what was producing those little desperate sounds to slip past your pretty lips: his fucking shower head.

“Excuse me?? Are you getting yourself off with MY shower head, without me in there?!” It was a thought that he had meant to keep in his head, but now that it was out there, there was truly no going back.

You froze like a deer caught in headlights, immediately dropping the shower head from your loose grasp and it clattered to the shower floor just as the bathroom door burst open.

“Dieter—WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” You screeched, hair drenched, thighs spread and trembling.

He shut the door behind him, muttering under his breath as he approached, looking you right in the eyes, “more importantly, what are you doing?” He placed his hands on his hips. “Your little moans and whimpers made me rock fucking hard!” He gestured to the obvious tent in his boxers, his cock straining against the tight material. “Had I known it was gonna be that kind of sleepover, I would have joined you a heck of a lot sooner!”

Oh. My. God. This isn’t happening, is it?!

“Dieter, you can’t just fucking come in here when I’m masturbating! Dude—what the fuck!”

“Oh, heavens! Are we going back to the 1800’s or something? Just call it for what it is! You playing with your pussy, and using my shower head to get yourself off! By all means, please continue, but next time? I want a personal invite!”

You were appalled…and a little turned on? Okay, a lot turned on! In fact, your pussy was pulsing between your thighs, the edge of your interrupted orgasm was still simmering, waiting to fully bloom. To make matters worse, Dieter had crouched down outside of the shower, his brows furrowed when he noticed the setting you had set the shower head to. He tsked under his breath, shaking his head as he reached into the shower and picked up the shower head from where it had been dropped between your spread thighs.

“Dieter, what are you—”

“Hush and listen to the teacher, okay? For starters, you’re using it all wrong. You gotta build yourself up first, and then go full blast. Otherwise you’re just gonna overstimulate your poor little clit, and that just takes away from the experience.” He said in the most casual fashion, as if this wasn’t crossing a million different invisible boundaries all at once.

“Dieter, I don’t need your assistance on getting myself off, okay? Please just—”

“Bug, don’t make this weird, okay? We’re friends, and there’s nothing in the friends handbook that says that we can’t help one another get off! It’s totally not forbidden.” He retorted.

“I think you just made the whole friends handbook thing up. It totally doesn’t exist and we absolutely should not be doing this, Dieter! It’s wrong for a multitude of reasons!”

“The friends handbook totally exists! I’ll get you a copy, okay? I’m not going to touch you, unless you want me to. I’m just gonna use the shower head to show you the right way to get yourself off with it, and afterwards you will be thanking me!”

“I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this. I cannot fucking—”

“Best start believing it, baby! Now, spread your thighs for me a little more, okay?”

“Okay, I’m giving you my full consent, but if I start feeling weird, we’re stopping this whole thing, okay?” You looked him directly in the eyes as you spread your thighs further so he had a better view.

“Bug, if at any point you feel weird, uncomfortable, or want to stop, just tell me, okay? I’m not gonna pressure you to continue doing this if you don’t want to. I’m leaving the ball completely in your court, and my feelings won’t be hurt if you change your mind, okay? I promise.” His words were sincere, and it was hard to look away when he was staring at you with those big, brown, puppy dog eyes.

“Okay.” You nodded.

He leaned forward then, briefly getting caught under the stream when his lips brushed across your forehead, leaving you both feeling slightly stunned. He softly asked you if it was okay if he did touch you, to which you obliged, lower lip taken between your teeth when his hand that wasn’t holding the shower head slowly dipped between your thighs and his fingers spread your slick folds apart so he would have better access to your clit.

“I always knew that your pussy would be pretty, baby, but goddamn—she really is so fucking pretty.” He took a sharp inhale of breath, his cock twitching painfully in his boxers.

“Dieter Bravo, you’re going to be the death of me.” You breathed out, heat rising to your cheeks from the way he was gazing at the spot between your thighs, eyes glazed over the same way a dog looks at a delicious bone, or a plate of juicy, rare, steak.

“You’re already the death of me, bug.” He whispered, unable to help himself when his thumb gently brushed across your clit. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand but between you prettily spread out beneath him, and the weed still flowing through his system, he was fucked.

He changed the setting on the shower head without even having to look down at it. He was too focused on your face, particularly your eyes and how you both seemed to be drinking one another in, an invisible string tied between the two of you, reeling him in closer, and closer. You observe his face, and the way his eyeliner has now started to run and bleed under his eyes and down his cheeks from the water and steam. Your pussy clenches from the sight just as his thumb lightly presses against your clit, making slow, languid, figure eight motions.

He thinks he wants to kiss you—no, scratch that. He wants to kiss you, and you can tell by the way his eyes flicker from your face and down to your lips, and then back up again.

“Dieter…” you whisper, bringing your hand up to gently cradle his face in your palm, curling your pointer finger under his chin. “Do you want to kiss me?” Your warm breath fans his face as he slowly nods.

“Yeah, I do.” He rasped, slowly leaning in.

“So kiss me, you fool.”

And so he did, but instead of hesitating, and holding back, he dove right in, noses pressing into one another as he licked greedily into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours while his hand holding the shower head angled it right against your exposed pussy and between his fingers where he was keeping you spread open.

“Oh fuck!” You whimpered into the kiss, keeping your one hand anchored around his jaw while the other came to rest at the back of his head, your fingers tangled through his drenched locks, tugging on them gently.

“Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Told ya so.” He snickered into your lips, kissing you deeper. “Lower water pressure builds you up slower, drawing your orgasm out to last longer, and it’ll feel 10x more intense.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled into his lips, scooting your hips closer to the stream of water, and to him.

“Greedy little pussy, huh? Can’t get enough, can ya?” He teased.

“Dieter…” you warned him, playfully biting down on his lower lip and tugging it out gently before releasing it.

“I know, I know.” He chuckled and reluctantly detached himself from the kiss, pecking your lips once before he sat back on his thighs to give himself any form of relief. “You wanna give yourself a whirl while I go take care of this er—in privacy?”

Your cheeks were puffed out, lips swollen with his kisses as you stared up at him dumbfounded. “Are you insane? Just get in here with me, Dieter. Right now.”

He blushed, turning bright red all the way to the tips of his ears. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly turning all bashful as if he wasn’t just talking about your greedy little pussy seconds ago. “Are you…sure? I really don’t mind! I can just go jerk off in my bed like a normal person—”

“Dieter.” Your tone sounded strained, “get in the fucking shower now. Take those ridiculously tight boxers off and get in here.”

Well, you certainly didn’t need to ask Dieter Bravo twice as he scrambled to peel his boxers down over his hips and thighs, tossing the damp fabric outside of the shower. His cock bobbed between his thighs, hard, heavy and the tip was swollen a painful red color. Poor guy.

He climbed over you, situating himself and his cute little tush right next to you with his shoulders gently brushing yours. He spit a glob of saliva into his palm and wrapped his fist around the veiny girth of his cock. “I’ll come fast, I promise. You won’t even have to do anything, okay? Just pretend I’m not here!” His tone was rushed as he squeezed the base of his cock, lolling his head to the side so he could look over at you. His eyeliner was completely smudged now and his lips were swollen with your kisses.

All you could do was nod dumbly, your eyes transfixed by his fist wrapped around his cock. It was as if you were seeing a unicorn for the first time! The unicorn being er—Dieter’s cock.

He looked at your face, and then down at his cock, and then back up at your face. “Hello?” He waved with his freehand, “why are you looking at my cock like that, huh? Are you the only person in the whole state of California who hasn’t seen my cock before?” He was in disbelief, his mouth falling open when he realized that you never had seen his cock.

"I totally thought you'd seen his dick. Practically everyone else has." You remember his ex cruelly teasing you about it one day.

You shook your head, eyes glazed over as you watched his fist slowly twist and pump around his length. “Nope. First time, and it’s like I’m looking at a unicorn!” You exclaimed playfully.

Dieter snorted at your enthusiasm, feeling his heart lurch from his chest, “well, it is sorta like seeing a unicorn for the first time…I suppose?” He chuckled, squeezing the base of his cock for some form of relief. He felt like now was the best time to address the obvious elephant in the room, silly Dieter. “So uh—well, this doesn’t mean anything, right? Because we’re just friends and good friends masturbate together. It's cool, this is super casual!”

Sure, bud. You keep telling yourself that.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes and clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, spreading your thighs further so you could continue your ministrations with the shower head. “Sure, Dieter. This means absolutely nothing. Just two besties jerking it off, side by side. Totally casual!”

He let out a huff as he pumped his fist faster, “Well, we wouldn’t be in this predicament if those noises you were making didn’t make my cock as hard as a slab of concrete!”

“Dieter, shut up, and get yourself off! Or so help me—”

“Yes ma'am!” He squeaked out.

In tandem you placed the shower head close to your clit once more while he fisted his cock, and when your moans started to intermingle and become one, that’s when your glazed over eyes met once more. He had his lip harshly taken between his teeth, his cock was twisting and pulsing beneath his fist. He leaned in close, lips just barely brushing your bare shoulder where he had dipped his head down to nuzzle you. His eyes flickered upwards towards your face, pupils darkening by the second, “I really want to fuck you right now, baby.” He rasped.

You met his gaze, thighs trembling and your eyes rolling slightly as your orgasm rippled through you, “yeah, you wanna fuck me, Dieter? How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“So fucking bad, baby. You’ve got no idea.” He mewled, “there’s that convenient bench right over there.” He gestured to the shower bench with a coy tilt of his chin, “you can sit right on my cock, if you’d like that…”

“Did you have that bench installed for convenience purposes or for your old man bad back?” You asked teasingly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, glaring playfully before he chuckled, “a bit of both. More-so on the convenience side of things. And, it’s newly installed so you and I would be the first to use it.” He winked coyly.

“Really? Well, your offer is most tempting, Bravo. I’d like to take you up on it and sit on your big fucking cock.”

“Now we’re talking.” He grinned, loosening his fist around his cock so he could offer you a hand and helped you up. Now you were both directly under the stream of water, hands roaming everywhere they could reach. You kissed deeply, giggling in unison when you grabbed his ass and he grabbed yours. He could happily live in this moment forever with you, even if it meant that his skin would inevitably prune and probably fall off.

You backed him up against the shower bench, climbing into his lap as he slowly lowered himself into a sitting position along the marble bench that could easily fit both of you.

You wrapped your own palm around the base of his cock for the first time as you slowly sank down around his girth till he was fully pressed inside of you, bottoming out with a low grunt against your lips. He let his arms loop firmly around your waist, pulling you in as close as he physically could so that your chests were pressed flushed together. He swore he saw heaven behind fluttered lashes when you started to slowly roll your hips into his, bouncing and grinding along his length.

If it wasn’t for his steadfast orgasm, he probably would have lasted longer before he was shooting thick ropes of his cum deep inside of you, but he was a man, after all. And while his cum leaked and dripped from your weeping little hole that was still stuffed full of his cock, he made sure that you got to come again, too. He pistoned his hips upwards at an unruly pace, loving the way that your nails clawed at his back and shoulders, leaving little red crescents in their wake. Maybe I’ll get those tattooed on me later. He briefly thought as you came undone around him, crying out his name.

You stayed seated on his cock for what felt like hours before he gently eased you off him, his cock now soft between his thighs and glistening in a thick, pearlescent ring of your combined releases.

You washed one another’s bodies under the lukewarm stream and he was the first to step out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist and when you emerged, he had a towel waiting for you. You kissed a few more times, gentle pecks of intimacy as you stood side by side in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare.

“Soo, where are you sleeping tonight?” He suddenly asked with a mouthful of toothpaste. His deep pools of brown boring into yours.

You hadn’t really thought that far if you were being honest…and now with that fresh ‘I just got fucked good’ glow illuminating your features, and the remainder of your high still sizzling, you suddenly feeling nervous all over again.

“Um, well, where do you want me to sleep?”

“I asked you first.” He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for your response.

“Okay, fair, how about on the count of three we say it together?”

“Deal.” He nods.

“Okay—one, two, three—” you counted off in unison.

“Your bed—my bed.”

You both looked relieved at your answers, letting out breaths you didn’t realize you were holding. “Thank fucking god.” You both laughed.

He kissed you then, mouthful of toothpaste and all. You made a funny squeaking sound when he had unexpectedly kissed you, and the corners of his mouth curved up into a knowing grin. “I’ll get you one of my shirts to wear.” He mumbled into the kiss, pulling back slowly.

When you left the en-suite, you found Dieter already in bed, sitting up with the rolling tray resting in his lap. He had a fresh pair of boxers on, this pair was made of cotton and was far less constricting. He was rolling another joint to smoke before bed when he looked up, smiling softly at your lingering presence in the doorway, wearing nothing but his shirt.

“Well, don’t be shy, bug. Ain’t the first time you’ve slept in my bed.” He winked, patting the empty spot beside him on his massive king sized bed.

You took a deep breath, remembering that this was Dieter Bravo, your best friend and partner in crime. He would always be your best friend.

You made your way over to the empty side of the bed and pulled the covers back so you could climb underneath them.

He finished rolling the joint, grabbing his lighter from the nightstand to spark it up before he paused, looking over his shoulder at you. “Hey, we don’t have to like—do anything, okay?” He reassured you.

“But Dieter, I wanna do stuff with you. It’s just—in your bed it feels…” you trailed off, scratching at the outside of your arm absentmindedly.

He tucked the joint behind his ear and rolled over into his side so he was facing you, using his elbow to prop himself up, “I understand, baby. This is…new for me as well. We can smoke this joint and then make out a little? See where it goes?…”

You nodded, lips curving up into a soft smile that sent his heartbeat racing, “yeah, I’d like that.”

“Me too.” He grinned.

He sparked the joint up between you, taking a few hits before he passed it off to you. This went on a few more times before your bodies just naturally gravitated towards one another, and when the joint died out, he set it down on the tray on his nightstand before his lips found yours.

You kissed like this for hours, simply just enjoying one another’s company and soft touch when the sun began to rise over the Los Angeles landscape. Dieter was uncharacteristically quiet, even for being stoned.

Your fingers were gently dragging through the patches in his beard, playing with his scruff in between kisses. “I can hear you overthinking, Dee.”

“Are you a wizard?” He chuckled, “you can hear my thoughts? That’s crazy!”

“Shh.” You giggled. “I’m right here, baby. You don’t have to yell.”

“Sorry.” He whispered, scooting his body closer to yours. He would absolutely crawl inside of your skin and never leave, but well—-he might go to prison if he did that.

“I’m gonna say something that might sound stupid, but I gotta get it off my chest, okay?” He started, his glazed over eyes met yours as he pressed a few kisses to the underside of your fingertips.

“I’m listening.”

“Okay, so—well, this is just different for me because I don’t normally fuck my friends.”

You gave him a funny look at his admittance, unable to help yourself.

“I’m serious! I don’t fuck my friends—and well, I care about you a ton.Maybe even more than I care about myself? Anyway, I don’t want things to get weird between us tomorrow. Like if you wake up and regret everything that happened, I just want you to tell me, okay? My hopes is that maybe you felt the little spark that I did and if you did we can—”

“Dieter, I promise you I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and regret everything that happened tonight. No matter where this takes us, I’m always going to love you, and you’re always going to be my best friend.” Your words were sincere and directly from your heart and he knew you weren’t just saying shit just to say it.

“I think I just shat my heart out, that was so sweet.” He giggles, nuzzling his nose against yours. “In all seriousness, thank you. I was just afraid that this would ruin our friendship, and I would lose you forever.”

“Never, Dieter. You could never lose me.” You reassured him.

“Good, cause in the morning? I’m making waffles!”

Helen Mirren: Narrator for the Barbie Movie:

Dieter did not in fact make waffles the next morning. Instead, Dieter had his breakfast between your thighs, and then let you order whatever brunch you wanted on his black card

"You can be my sugar baby! I get to eat you out and you can order whatever you want on my card." He murmured between your thighs, mouthful of your pussy.

"That's not how that sort of thing really works, Dieter. But, yeah, okay."

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queensharotto · 5 months

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Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 1: Mid to Late 2022)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month, starting with August 2022.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well.

August 2022 🌅

• “Picnic Time” 💗

Featuring: Cherry Blossom Cookie

• “Pizza Time” 💗

Featuring: Pizza Cookie

September 2022 🍂

• “The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Heartbreak”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie

• “The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye” 💗

Featuring: Dr Bones Cookie

• “The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar #1”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “The Time Balance Department’s Handycookie ”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

October 2022 🎃

• “Biggest Fans” 💗

Featuring: The Cherry Stars

• “The Idol and the DJ” 💗

Featuring: DJ Cookie

• “Time Travel, Woo!” 💗

Featuring: Croissant Cookie

• “Hollyberrian Marketplace Ruckus”

Featuring: Princess Cookie, Knight Cookie and the Hollyberrian Shopkeepers

• “The Spooky Cookie Tapes” 🎃💗

Featuring: Numerous cookies

• “The Thrill or the Peace”

Featuring: Adventurer Cookie and Blackberry Cookie

• “The Deal with Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Baking for Them”

Featuring: Frost Queen Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “The Face of the Future”

Featuring: Director Croissant Cookie, Stringy Gummy Cookie, and Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper Cookie

• “Missing You…” 😞

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Sunrises”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours” 🎂

Featuring: Birthday Cake Cookie, Cheesecake Cookie, Truffle Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie, and Croissant Cookie

November 2022 🌾

• “A Tune for You”

Featuring: Vagabond Cookie

• “Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “A Phenomenal Photo”

Featuring: Chocolate Bonbon Cookie, Sour Belt Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Scorpion Cookie, Orange Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, and Almond Cookie

• “Polar Opposites” 💗

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

December 2022 🎄

• “Bake It till You Make It” 🍪💗

Featuring: Captain Caviar Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Oyster Cookie, Affogato Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, and Cocoa Cookie

• “The Deal with Ancients V1”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Co, The Cookies of Darkness, The First 3 Playable Ancient Heroes and Cookies seen throughout Episodes 9 - 14

• “Yandere Cookie Team Ups” 💗

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie, Croissant Cookie and Timekeeper Cookie

• “Speak of the Tree”

Featuring: Millennial Tree Cookie and Churro Cookie

• “For Their Majesty” 💗

Featuring: Amber Sugar Cookie

• “Spared No Expense” 💗

Featuring: Cheesecake Cookie

• “The Flipside” 😞

Featuring: Cocoa Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “When the Jingle Bells Rock” 🎄

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “What If: In Your Name” 🍪

Featuring: St Pastry Order

• “Secretly Reading Your Diary”

Featuring: Rougefort Cookie, Licorice Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie and the Choco Chess Twins

• “From the Brink”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Pastry Cookie and Milk Cookie

• “In a Heartbeat” 💗

Featuring: Pink Choco Cookie

#brittle doughie masterlists #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cookie run angst #yandere cookie run #yandere cookie run kingdom

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heyidkyay · 11 months

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I guess I’ll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Nineteen

A/n: Hi! I know I've kept you waiting a while😅 and for that I'm sorry!! But thank you to all of those who've been patient with meee, this part just continues on from where we left off with Matty and G, but it spirals... a lot. It shifts back to the reader's pov soon enough though and we get to see an old character!:) SO hopefully you enjoy it💕

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: um, I hate this part because I always feel like I forget something, but much like the other 18 parts (?!) there is a lot of swearing, also some talk about shitting? uhhh, big emotions too, touches ever so slightly on appearance but not much... and yeah reckon that's about it?

Masterlist

(Matty’s POV again!)

Matty: Everything ok there?

Ross: Thought you were out on the pull why tf are you txting me? Ross: But we're good, she passed out half hour ago

*picture*

Matty: Alright, m glad Matty: Did she seem fine to u?

Ross: Bit teary but then she scoffed some chocolate and we finished off the Princess Diaries

Matty: Teary? She was crying??

Ross: 🙄 She’s fine Matty, just stressed I reckon Ross: Anyway aren’t you usually in the back of a cab about now?

Matty: Haha. Matty: Things didn’t turn out that way

Ross: ?

Matty: George is here

Ross: Fuck

Matty: Yeah exactly what I said mate

Ross: Still, pull up your big boy pants and have it out with him yeah? Ross: He’s your best mate

Matty: He’s also a massive prick

Ross: This coming from you?

Matty: Ur a prick too

Ross: Relax mate, you got this Ross: It’s just George

Matty glanced up from his phone to stare into the mirror, one of those tiny ones you often found in bathrooms at dingy dive bars or your local. Ross was right though, he needed to relax. Take a quick breather and sort this shit out with George before it all got any worse. They had a fucking album to finish. Fans to please.

He tugged a hand through his rapidly deflating curls and removed any thought of him getting his end away tonight from his head, before he forced himself back out into the dreary pub. He hadn’t been gone very long, but seemingly enough time had passed for one of the boys to have brought over another round. He avoided both sets of their eyes when he fell back into the booth, wishing he’d gone out for a smoke instead of having taken a piss.

It was Adam, clearing his throat, that had his head raising and Matty allowed his gaze to diver between the tables only two other occupants. He released a heavy sigh, “Let’s just get it over with, yeah? Can’t promise I won’t fly off the handle, but I’ll try my best not to call you an absolute arse every time you act like one.”

George visibly fought to bite his tongue at his words and Matty found he was rather glad to have the upper hand here. Maybe things wouldn’t end up so sour after all, and if shit did eventually hit the fan then at least he could get a laugh out of it. Win, win, eh?

“Matty…” Hann chided in gruff warning, and so he huffed then ultimately nodded towards the drummer, letting George take the lead.

— (and we’re back!)

The sound of hushed voices stirred me from my dreamless sleep and I sat up a tad to glance around the room, rubbing at my tired eyes when I realised I’d fallen asleep on the settee. It must’ve been quite late because when I shuffled slightly, I found that the tv had since been switched off and the lamp lights dimmed. It was then, as the groggy confusion cleared, that the faint whispers caught my attention again.

“What, and that’s it? You just forgive him then?”

My brow furrowed at Ross’s deep voice, he didn’t sound as confused as his questions made him out to be, though I did have to strain quite a bit to hear him.

“I just- I really don’t know, man.”

I blinked at Matty’s unexpected reply, wondering how long he’d been back. I chanced a glance over towards the far wall, where the clock-face stared back at me, it’s metal hands told me it was almost nearing two.

It seemed that the pair of them had chosen to hide out in the kitchen in hopes not to disturb me, the hazing light beneath the door a dead giveaway.

“I don’t forgive him. At least, not that easily. But, I think I understand? Like I can see his side of things.”

There was a pause then, and I didn’t know if it was down to the fact that I’d only just woken up but I felt so disoriented by their entire conversation, reeling over just who they were talking about.

“How did you leave things?” Ross asked him, and I heard Matty sigh.

“Told him I needed to wrap my head ‘round it.”

Ross hummed just as I rubbed at my bleary eyes, forehead pinched between my brows.

“And, what about her?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is he ever gonna let her back in? Tell her all this shit?” Ross stressed his second question but was met with a resounding silence, the type Matty only gave when he was lost in his own head.

“I really don’t know.”

For some stupid reason, I felt my heart drop.

—

Matty was perched by the kitchen’s island, nursing a cup of tea, when I found him the next morning. He lifted his head when he heard my approach and we shared a tiny smile.

“Mornin’. How’d you sleep?” He asked me as I moved towards the fridge, grabbing the milk I often favoured before I trailed my way over to where his fancy kettle resided.

“Alright, just wondering how I made it up all those stairs last night.” I said in return. The whole house felt quiet, only the tweeting sound of the neighbouring sparrows could be heard before I set the kettle to boil.

“Ross.” Matty answered with a huffed chuckle, he pushed the tin of teabags across the counter when he saw me search for it.

I hummed, that made the most sense. “Dunno how I didn’t feel that.”

“Probably all those pain killers, darling. Actually, you fancy sharing a few? My heads banging.”

I snorted softly, chucking him the pack of paracetamol he typically kept in a cabinet nearby when I went to retrieve a teaspoon. “Stick to those. You’ll thank me for it when you can still shit normally.”

Matty grimaced, but popped two from its plastic packaging. “Ever heard of oversharing?”

With a lazy shrug, I disposed of the teabag and slotted the milk carton back into the fridge before I took a seat beside him. The two of us just gazed out of the window whilst we sipped sporadically.

“So then, how was your big night back out on the town?” I asked him, eyes focused on the blue skies that had casted overhead, mind stuck on the conversation that I might’ve dreamt up last night.

He gave a noncommittal sound in reply and so I raised a brow at him from over the rim of my steaming mug.

“That bad?”

“Unexpected would be the better term.”

I hummed again, taking a small sip. “How so?”

Matty worked his jaw and avoided my eye by staring into his muddy brew. I nudged his side lightly.

“Come on, can’t tease me with a good story and not spill.”

His lips quirked a tad and so I kicked up my feet to cross my legs beneath me as I turned to settle in and listen. Knowing he’d soon tell.

“Just,” Matty’s brown eyes flittered over towards me briefly before they skittered away again, I narrowed my own. “A lot happened,” He added vaguely, “Didn’t end up doing much.”

“Oh, leave off. The great Healy makes his way back out onto the scene and leaves without a sexscapade to tell or a near brawl?”

I was met with the wrinkled face of a disturbed looking Matty. “Sexscapade?”

I couldn’t help my laughter.

“Come on, dish. I just know something went down.” I pestered him, nudging his elbow with my knuckle and retreating before he could swat me away.

Matty rolled his eyes at the motion, but I watched his chest rise from beneath the oversized hoodie he’d thrown on as he drew in a large breath.

He was definitely withholding information, you could see it in the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against the side of his mug and I looked up just in time to catch him searching my face.

For a brief moment I felt a little insecure, wondering what he saw. If it was still the same girl he’d known since we were little kids out on our bikes, or the outrageously fit friend he’d never had a chance with during the early stages of our twenties- or maybe even the person I’d been both before and after the accident.

I’d changed an awful lot.

“You’re worrying me, Matty. What is it?” I questioned instead of voicing any of that, a tad bit desperate to get him to focus on anything else. “Did something actually happen?”

Matty shook his head at my concern then paused, eyes skittering around the place again before he shrugged. “Hann brought George along, didn’t he.”

Ah.

A deafening quiet followed that admission as I took it in and digested it.

I swallowed thickly and then nodded at him, “Right. Thought you’d seen him though, like in the studio and that… Shouldn’t’ve felt too weird, no?”

Matty chewed on his bottom lip. “Met up at this pub, meant to be the two of us. Just, didn’t expect Hann to drag him along too. Studio time’s been… strained, so I figured I could let loose a bit. But then… yeah, he showed his face and the whole night went tits up.”

I nodded. I hadn’t heard much about the band rehearsals to be honest, just that things were progressing slowly, but to hear that they’d been difficult because of where George and I now stood, was a tough pill to swallow.

“So what, you two argued then?”

He shrugged at me again, spinning his half-empty mug about the countertop which must’ve been lukewarm at best by now.

“I was fuming. Even told Hann so. But, I stuck around… he wanted me to hear him out.”

I frowned at that. “Hear him out?”

Matty licked at the corner of his mouth, and I saw the visible bags which sat beneath his tired eyes. I silently questioned whether he’d even slept since getting in.

“He wanted to talk, alright? Wanted me to hear his side of things, to hash things out so that we could get this album finished.”

I scoffed, almost angry now. “Fuck him! What about me? I spent a whole year trying to work out what happened with us! I almost died trying to find out what the fuck was up with him!”

Matty winced at that.

“But no, any body fucking else and he’ll let you know willingly! Are you actually being for fucking real?”

I doubt Matty even had an actual answer to give me then but I didn’t give him the chance to take another breath. Too fired up, hurt by the mere idea of George telling anyone but me anything.

I pushed up out of the barstool I’d taken seat on and fought back the sudden aching in my throat. “Me! The only person he should be fucking telling anything at all is me, Matty!”

“I know-”

I cut him off again, pacing back and forth around the island now. “I mean, what the fuck? Is he being serious? Oh, let me just tell Matty about all this sad shit I’ve been going through… about how much of a twat I’ve been this last year, and how sorry I am for being a massive knob-head… maybe then he’ll feel bad enough for me that we can finally finish off this shitty album we’ve been working on!”

Matty made a face, either at my bad impersonation of the bellend he’d dubbed his drummer, or for calling the current album he was working on shit. I didn’t care.

“Look I know you’re ticked off but-”

“But nothing, Matty. What did he even tell you? ‘Cause I’d honestly love to know. Seeing as it almost cost me my life and fucked me for the rest of it.”

Matty looked torn. Small almost, as I stared him down. A striking contrast to his typical outlandish demeanour. So striking in fact, it stopped me short.

“You know what? I don’t even care. I can’t do this.” I said defeatedly, dumping what little remained of my tea into the sink and doing a complete 180.

“Where’re you going?” I heard Matty call out after me, but I didn’t bother to offer him a reply as I stormed my way down the hallway. I pulled on the nearest pair of trainers I had to the front door, as well as the massive parka Matty had slung over the bar of the banister, and threw open the front door. He chased after me. “Y/n, what the fuck?”

“I’m going out.”

“I can fucking well see that!” Matty shouted from behind me, fumbling with his heavy boots by the stairs as I made my way down the paved drive. “At least wait for me, yeah?”

“I’m going out alone, Matty.” I reiterated tonelessly, buzzing the front gate a couple times for it to open.

“Y/n! Don’t be a prat, just wait up and we can go together. Yeah?”

I slammed the large gate shut behind me and caught sight of him hastily patting down his pockets, more than likely looking for his house keys.

“Matty,” I sighed, more numb than angry now, “Please, just…”

He stopped short on the front step, face frantic with a single boot on his foot and one arm slung in the wrong end of a padded puffer jacket.

“Please.” I repeated, voice hoarse and strained by the many emotions I felt.

His expression seemed to fall slack then and he nodded to me mutely. The length of driveway stood between us felt like an ocean in that next moment, but it also allowed me to finally breathe without the suffocating guilt that seemed to drown me wherever I went.

I took one step back, and then two. Then I was walking away from the confines of Matty’s house, the same place that had done nothing but welcome me, feeling freer than I had done in weeks. Months even.

Thoughts of betrayal and trust, anger and hurt, then humiliation, all of it just swimming in my veins. All of it swarming beneath the surface, buzzing under my skin.

I walked for a while. Long enough for my ribs to ache and my lungs to burn.

But I didn’t dare turn back, not yet.

My mind was finally empty. The nippy air that kissed my skin wrapped itself around me like a layer of armour, shielding me from what little else could rip me apart. And I revelled in that.

I only stopped when I wandered upon a familiar street and peered down it towards an even more familiar shop sign. Almost on autopilot my feet made their way towards it, trailing past cracks in the pavement and the many weeds which crawled out by the curb, before they shuffled over the threshold.

“Y/n, love? Is that you?”

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I sat in a similar position to the one I’d been in earlier in Matty’s kitchen, only now I was propped up against a register with a soothing cup of camomile in hand.

Delia was stood beside me, chopping away at flower stems, humming an old tune. She’d been overjoyed to see me, only having stopped in to visit me a handful of times since the accident.

She’d ushered me about the shop, showing me what was new whilst simultaneously scolding me for having turned up out of the blue when I should’ve been resting. But she made me feel at home all the same, almost like nothing was awry, like nothing had changed.

But it had. I knew it. And she knew it too.

I felt it in the twinge my ribs gave every time I breathed, and she saw it in the gruesome tell of my sad smile.

“Can you still love someone who’s really hurt you?” I asked her after a prolonged pause, taking up the silence that had since settled between us.

Delia lulled momentarily before she begun snipping again.

“Love isn’t something we can control, sweetheart. It comes, and it goes. It’s a strange thing but it’s what keeps us alive, isn’t it? If it didn’t hurt, dear, then it wasn’t real.”

I thought on it, staring blankly ahead.

“So, we just forgive them then? Forget that they hurt us?”

“No, not always. Sometimes the people we love… they hurt too. Only they hide all that hurt behind closed doors. Behind a mask even. But just because they hurt, it doesn’t excuse their actions. Only we get to decide who we let into our lives, who we forgive, who we forget…”

I lingered on that statement for a second, but then she spoke up again.

“Is this about that boy?”

I hummed to voice my confusion and looked over at her with a quirked brow.

“That boy of yours. Tall, quiet. George I think he said his name was.”

My wide eyes stayed trained on her, even whilst she continued to arrange her bouquet. If Delia knew the weight her words had on me she didn’t let it show.

“He came in often, kept me company when you were in the hospital. Didn’t say much, just worked. Trimmed and watered, I even taught him to wrap. Was quite the natural, actually. But I only let him in after I remembered he’d visited with your Matty, and that one other fella with the beard, the night everything happened.”

She looked at me then. Must’ve seen the tears welling in my eyes because she took my hand, squeezed it tight.

“We’re all human, love. We all hurt, and we all make mistakes. We love. We lose. But, it is ultimately up to us on who we allow in and out of our lives. Who we give second and third chances to. Everyone has their reasons, their own demons. Even those closest to us. But it’s what they do afterwards that counts. How they make it up.”

I didn’t offer her a reply, too lost in my own multitude of thoughts, but continued to sort through the white and red tulips she had laid out. We stayed like that for a while until the bell over the shopfront jingled and I glanced up to find a familiar head of curls stood there.

Delia shot me a knowing smile when I turned towards her in surprise, she simply jilted her head over at the door like she’d been expecting him. “You should be getting home. Rest up and think on what we spoke about, yes?”

I nodded thoughtlessly and allowed her to rope me into a warm hug, wrapping an arm around her middle when I found the strength. We parted ways and there Matty was, patiently waiting for me even after the way I’d left him.

I wanted to resent him a little for that, for always being there, for never allowing me to push him away. But I couldn’t. Not when he took my hand in his.

He said something to Delia as we left and let the door rattle behind us before he led me up the hilly street. It was quiet out, the lunch time rush had been and gone and it was nearing closer to the time most schools let out. I wondered how long we had until he was spotted.

We didn’t speak as we made our way back, his hand in mine, his eyes glancing over towards me every few steps even when I tried to conceal the dampness that clung to the tops of my cheeks.

I’d never been much of a crier. Or at least I’d like to claim as much, but this last year… these last couple of months had been…

I don’t reckon there was a word for it.

I just felt so defeated. Lost.

All I wanted was answers.

All I needed was to be somebody else.

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Tagged by @heyyo-heyyo

3 ships you like (people I love together, canon or otherwise)

Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua (Love Between Fairy and Devil)

Hua Cheng/Xie Lian (TGCF)

Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov (Yuri on Ice)

First ship ever: I'm not ever sure how to answer this, because I'm certain there's ships that I supported as a kid, but I can't really recall feeling strongly about them. They'd probably be like... Disney movies or something from a book I read, but I'm just like /shrug I don't remember. So, Zelgadis Greywords and Amelia Wil Tesla Saillune from the nineties anime, The Slayers. They're the first thing I was into fandom for, ship wise. And they're still one of my all time favorite ships.

Last song you heard It was Joji's Glimpse of Us. I looked up the lyrics for someone in a GC.

Favorite childhood book(s)

My favorite book as a grade schooler was The Dolphins and Me by Don C Reed. It was about a guy that worked at Marineland in the 70s/80s, and his interactions and relationships with the dolphins that lived there. I read it a lot, and it made me cry each time. It wasn't the great American novel or something, but for child me it meant a lot. Somewhere I have a signed copy of it.

Currently reading

JWQS, still. I'm so slow.

I'm also terrible about buying books and not reading them, so I have several on my shelf I'm mid-reading, but I feel like it would be dishonest to list them here because by mid-reading it's 'I read the first chapters five years ago and might get back to it.'

Currently watching

Cdramas: White Cat Legend, Love and Redemption. I'm kind of watching A Journey to Love, but it's been slow going. It's really good, and I like it a lot, but for some reason I'm just not hooked. I want to finish it for my princess Yang Ying though.

Anime: The Apothecary Diaries, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End. Also watching Spy x Family season two, but very slowly. I like to just pop on an episode when I'm in a sour mood because it always cheers me up.

Not really watching any western shows ATM. I'll be back on my Doctor Who shit in May though.

Currently consuming: I had a little strawberry pie pastry for breakfast.

Currently craving: Food? Super basic, but I really want chipotle even though I had it YESTERDAY. For something to watch? I want another fun xianxia. There's so many in the pipelines that I hope are great. What I want to see most (outside of Eternal Faith which will never happen), is Lost You Forever S2 though.

For the ultimate thing I want every single day of my life? Ice Adolescence. :(

Tagging: @eldritch-bisexual, @circumference-pie, @sassybluee, @2014federalbudget, @glasscasse, @zelinxia, @quadsuki, @starrygazingpie, @xiaohuayaos, @takemetogusu

#meme #heyyo heyyo

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alj4890 · 11 months

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Confession Time

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/The Royal Romance Crossover drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

Rating: G for fluff

A/N THE FINAL PROMPT!!!! I know I'm a couple days late in posting this, luckily I missed a few days during the thirty days so technically I'm still on day thirty 🤣 It seemed appropriate to end this challenge like I began it, with my OTP Thomas and Amanda. Thanks @twinkleallnight for requesting them for this prompt. And to @hopelessromantic1352 for encouraging me to start the challenge. This is something my OTP do in just about every series of mine 😂 *I couldn't decide on which gif to use of my FC for Thomas, so both were used for the beginning of this drabble 😉*

@hopelessromantic1352 @trappedinfanfiction @my-heart-beats-for-ya @aworldoffandoms @flyawayboo @sophxwithers @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @choicesficwriterscreations @peonierose @krsnlove

Masterlist

"Any news yet?"

Thomas directed the frown he had while staring at his phone to Holly.

"No."

She sighed while handing him his notes. "Did she say when she would let you know?"

"No. She did not."

Addison came rushing over.

"I finally found pictures of the coronation. I thought it would be live, but apparently there is some Cordonian rule against filming inside the ancient cathedral."

The three crowded around her phone to see photographs of Prince Liam being crowned king.

"Wow!" Addison gushed. "Liam is so handsome! He's like what you imagine every prince should look like."

Holly nodded in agreement.

"Look! There's Amanda!"

She scrolled back a picture and pointed at the duchess they all personally knew standing off to the side of the cathedral with other nobles.

Thomas's frown deepened.

She looks lovely, he thought. A possible queen in the making.

"I love her dress!" Addison babbled on. "I wonder if she'd mind my using something similar for your next film."

Holly doubted she would. "It's almost time boss."

"Right." He handed Addison her phone back. "Where are my notes."

"In your hand." Holly reminded him.

He grimaced somewhat over that.

"Try and smile!" Addison teased. "No one will ever want to see your latest film with that sour expression of yours."

Thomas rolled his eyes on his way to the podium. This press conference was tedious at best. He wanted nothing to do with it. The last thing on his mind, which should have been the first, was going into detail about his filming process.

He couldn't stop thinking about Amanda and the very real possibility that she'd be chosen as Liam's queen.

He'd become friends with the duchess when filming, The Last Duchess, in Cordonia a couple of years earlier. They'd grown close over their similar love of classic films and had managed to spend as much time together as possible. He took a lot of his free time to visit her in Cordonia along with her estates in Scotland and Italy. She in turn would visit him in California and on his various filming locations.

Their friendship came about so easily that he almost missed the realization that he'd fallen in love with her.

It wasn't until she told him about what typically happens when a crown prince or princess is about to become the new monarch that he realized he wanted to be with her.

"I know it sounds practically gothic." She tried to tease. "But every available lady of the Court must take part in being a suitor for Liam."

Thomas had been floored. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, even with her adding that she truly didn't think she'd be chosen.

"Liam and I are too good of friends." She explained. "He knows I don't have those types of romantic feelings for him. Plus he knows I have no desire to be queen."

"Wouldn't your friendship make you a desirable choice?" Thomas countered. "After all, I imagine he would at least want someone he knows and trusts by his side if he can't find someone he loves."

"Love isn't a necessity in the Crown's eyes." Amanda mumbled. "I never thought about being chosen because I'm his friend."

Silence fell between them as the seriousness of the situation struck them both.

He knew he couldn't tell her how he felt about her now, especially not over the phone. Thomas wanted to see her face when he admitted to being in love. She deserved to have romance and everything he could possibly do to show her how special she truly was to him.

Even more so now that she was forced into what should be a reality show scenario.

After weeks of sporadic contact with Amanda, he'd been scouring the international news sources to try and figure out just whom Liam would pick as queen. There was an American in the mix who seemed a very likely candidate. Liam certainly appeared happy with her in all of Ana De Luca's interviews and pictures.

He didn't know if he was relieved or more worried that there weren't that many images of Amanda and Liam together. If anything, there were only photographs from their past used in articles that mentioned her. They seemed so comfortable around each other. No romantic glances. No lingering touches. Nothing at all to even hint at romance.

It gave him the one glimmer of hope Thomas needed.

"Good afternoon." He gruffly greeted the members of the press. "Thank you for coming."

He placed his phone near his notes in the hopes of hearing from Amanda soon.

Thomas delivered his usual thorough explanation of both his decisions in casting along with the filming techniques he used. After years of teaching, he couldn't help but give a lecture of sorts for each press event. The reporters typically appreciated it since it made their jobs easy and he knew they were sure to have all the pertinent information.

He checked the time once he opened the floor for questions. He knew there was a nine hour time difference between Los Angeles and Cordonia. That meant that Amanda was just in the full swing of the coronation ball, the very one Liam would announce his choice.

Thomas hoped she would send him some type of text letting him know if he would be able to invite her along on his press junket or if he would be invited to her wedding.

Should I go, he wondered. Could I stand to see her marry someone who isn't in love with her now knowing how I feel?

"Mr. Hunt?" One of the reporters said a touch louder.

Thomas looked up. "Yes?"

The room waited on his response.

"Could you repeat your question?" He asked.

"What made you decide on casting Ryan Summers as the bad guy?"

Thomas ran his hand through his hair while proceeding to answer what made him choose Hollywood's most suave and handsome as the sadistic, cold, and manipulative antagonist.

His phone vibrated, causing him to pause mid-sentence.

The person he most wanted and dreaded hearing from finally sent him a message.

I'm on my way home. Liam chose Madeleine and I will have a few weeks of freedom before the next round of court events to celebrate their upcoming wedding. I have so much to tell you! I'm exhausted from this social season and am ready to collapse in bed. I will call you tomorrow 😘

Thomas had a huge smile on his face once her message was reread. He kept up the answer of Ryan's character while his mind raced with the possibilities.

He couldn't wait to start.

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Two days later...

Thomas pushed away from his car the moment Amanda stepped out of her plane. Her smile nearly matched his in delight of seeing each other after months of being apart.

He walked over to meet her at the end of the stairs, chuckling when she practically fell into his arms for a hug.

"Hello." He responded when she finally looked up at him.

"Hello!" She tilted her head. "You grew a beard."

He subconsciously rubbed his cheek. "I did."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to where his hand had been. "It suits you."

He closed his eyes over that simple touch. His mind immediately went to going ahead and telling her what he wanted from her, then he argued with himself that he should at least allow her a chance to recover from her travels.

"It feels so good to be here again." She looped her arm with his as they walked to his car. "I've never wanted to escape Cordonia as much as I have these last few months."

"Was it that bad?"

"Yes and no." She hugged his arm. "It was more tedious than anything else. Having to constantly be my best duchess persona without a chance to really relax was grating. I know it was worse on Liam."

As they drove off, she seemed to become sadder.

"What happened?" He asked. "From the few snippets of news we were able to see, it looked like Liam might choose the woman from New York."

"He intended to."

Amanda told him the entire story. His eyebrows rose a few times as she related the mysterious circumstances.

"So, he couldn't choose her?" Thomas felt a great deal of sympathy for Cordonia's young king.

"Not until he finds out who set her up." Amanda huffed. "I wish there was something more we could do. At least Riley didn't return to New York. Maxwell and Bertrand were able to convince her to stay. Liam asked though that we all wait to speak to her until the engagement tour starts. He doesn't want us to cause whoever did this to become suspicious."

"So you'll have to return to Cordonia?" Thomas frowned some at the notion.

"I don't have to, but I feel like I should help as much as I can. Liam deserves to be with the one he loves."

"I see." He muttered.

Amanda's brow furrowed as she studied his stern profile. "Is something wrong?"

His frown deepened. "Only that I intended on inviting you to come with me on my press tour."

"You did?"

He glanced at her face and saw just how happy that suggestion made her.

He reached for her hand, squeezing it in response.

"I did." He shrugged. "I've missed you and thought it would be nice to spend time with you. Plus, your company would make this part of my job much more pleasant."

"It would?" Her smile grew bigger.

"Yes." He replied.

"Where will you be going?"

"The usual spots. London, Paris, Rome, Shanghai, Tokyo, New York." He listed. "A few other spots along the way."

"Hmm. A few of those are where the Court will be traveling. I don't suppose you'd have time to attend some court events with me during this?" She asked.

"I could." He eyed her. "I would make time for them if you wanted me to."

"Then I don't see why I couldn't travel with you!"

Amanda began to explain some of the upcoming dinners and balls to him. He noticed that the idea of his attending with her made her more excited than the actual events.

He found his own heart grow lighter as he drove her to his home. Perhaps all these romantic settings would help lead her into the next step he wished to take.

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A few nights later...

Thomas finished getting dressed. He checked his reflection once more. He normally wasn't a man to second guess his appearance to the degree he was tonight, but he'd come to some decisions.

Tonight would be the night he teased the idea of the two of them together to Amanda.

He'd made dinner reservations at 71Above. With Los Angeles on a gorgeous display at night from the windows, he planned on beginning to flirt with her. He knew it was one of her favorite restaurants here, especially for the view. His hope was that the romantic atmosphere along with his own actions might awaken a possible interest in Amanda.

He stepped out of his bedroom the same moment Amanda did hers.

Her shy smile flashed.

His own lips curved as his eyes swept over her figure. She'd clearly spent a lot of time trying to look her best. The crimson dress she wore was perfect for what he had in mind. It took all his self control to not step closer to her and wrap his arm around her waist.

"Thomas?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Not at all." He gave himself a mental shake to stop staring at her.

He offered his arm to her, making her smile in response.

"You'll have to forgive me." He said as he led her downstairs.

"For?"

"For staring. Red is most definitely your color."

A blush rose to her cheeks.

"You're forgiven." She teased.

He chuckled. "I'm going to be the envy of everyone at the restaurant."

Amanda scoffed at that notion.

"I believe I will be the envy of everyone." Her hazel eyes drifted along his tall frame, lingering upon his face. "How could I not be?"

Thomas covered her hand that rested in the bend of his arm with his own. He was ready to keep her here and show just the effect her words had on him.

Instead, he led her out to the waiting car and instructed their destination to their driver.

He then sat back beside her and planned.

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"I insist on you ordering whatever you want." Amanda told him. "Dinner is on me in thanks for inviting me to spend the next few weeks with you."

She began to study the menu. "This and every other dinner we have."

"There's no need to do that."

"Of course there is!" She smiled at him. "You are always so gracious in opening your home up for me whenever I visit The States. The least I can do is pay for our evenings out."

"If you insist on owing me, then I believe I would like something else other than dinner." He countered.

Amanda's lips twitched with suppressed laughter. "Oh? Is it a car you wish me to purchase?"

He chuckled, draping his arm behind her shoulders. Thomas scooted a touch closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face.

"What I want, doesn't require money." He explained. "It only requires you."

Her brow furrowed in thought. "Me? For what?"

"I want our nights together to be actual dates. And since I'm the one doing the asking, I should pay for our dinner."

Her menu slipped through her fingers and slid off the table.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Thomas gently cupped her cheek. He brushed his thumb along her jawline and watched as a deep blush bloomed on her cheeks. It gave him hope that she might feel like he did.

"I realized a few months ago that what I feel for you goes beyond friendship."

Her lips parted in surprise.

"I intended to tell you then but you had to participate as a suitor for Liam." His eyes rested on her mouth then rose back to capture her startled gaze. "I didn't think it right for you to have to give me an answer while also possibly having to marry another friend of yours."

"So you..." Amanda sucked in a shaky breath. "You're attracted to me?"

"In every single way." He clarified. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Her eyes widened in response.

Thomas waited patiently for her to say something about her own feelings.

Their waiter came by, interrupting the charged moment.

"Is this going to be one check?" He asked.

"Yes." Amanda answered.

Her smile made Thomas's heart race.

"My date will take care of the check."

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The next few hours, Thomas set out to charm Amanda. And in turn, she did the same to him. The smiles, the flirty comments, the heated glances and touches all pointed to this transition being successful. They were definitely moving from a close friendship into a romantic relationship.

Thomas was honestly surprised how easily they stepped into these new roles. There was no awkwardness nor hesitancy on either part.

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" He asked once dinner was done. "Or would you like to go back home?"

He leaned close to her, bracing his arm above her head, when they got into the elevator.

"We could go for a swim or watch a movie." His fingers drifted down her bare arm pausing at her waist. "We won't be interrupted there."

"I'd like that." Amanda's hands rested on his chest.

They slid up to wind around his next, tugging him closer to her.

The elevator opening along with the sound of voices from those waiting to go up to the restaurant made them slowly pull apart.

Grasping her hand, he edged his way through the crowd, nodding to those who called out to him. He ignored the photos being taken of them and held the door open for Amanda.

Once they were safely back in the town car, Thomas raised the privacy barrier.

"I think I should confess something." Amanda said, making him pause in touching her.

"Oh? Sounds ominous." He teased.

She laughed, shaking her head. "I have been working up the nerve for nearly a year to tell you that I wanted more."

Her eyes raised to his.

"That I wanted you to be mine."

Now it was his turn to be shocked.

"You were thinking the same way?"

She nodded.

His lips curved as he drew her close to his side. "Then I suppose neither of us can ever deny our feelings for each other."

"That's true." She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "I know I certainly can't. Not now since I know you feel the same way about me."

"Amanda." He moaned, turning and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Her hand slid up his chest to tangle in his hair. Her tongue brushed against his, needing more of his touch.

His hands moved along her thighs and lower back. He knew he should slow down and pace their interactions, but each time he heard her say something he'd hoped to hear from her he couldn't stop his need from rising up and taking over.

He couldn't deny how much he wanted her. Since she not only returned his affection but encouraged him to take it another step further. He knew he was a goner.

Amanda checked the time. She knew they had about an hour or more until they reached his home. She unbuckled and straddled his lap. Their mouths met in a steamy kiss while their hands explored the other through their clothes.

Between the kisses and caresses that were fogging up the windows, the couple expressed their hopes for their new future together. Each wish was met with a more tender kiss than the last.

#thrity kisses in thirty days #thomas hunt x amanda #thomas hunt x oc #choices red carpet diaries #choices the royal romance #choices thomas hunt #rcd thomas hunt #choices fic writers creations #choices the stories you play #long post

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adaezeabara · 2 months

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄: 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐙𝐄 '𝐀.𝐃.' 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀.

PINTEREST ● PLAYLIST

INSPO: Margo Hanson (The Magicians), Callie Adams-Foster (Good Trouble), Arya Stark (GOT), Mia Thermopolious (Princess Diaries), Kate Sharma (Bridgerton)

NICKNAME: A.D., Ada if you’re being affectionate (make sure you’re allowed to be), Day, Triple A if she’s helping you out.

PRONOUNS & GENDER: She/Her & Ciswoman/Questioning

SEXUALITY: Bisexual Biromantic

BIRTHDAY: April 1st, 1994. Aries Sun / Aquarius Moon / Virgo Rising.

OCCUPATION: Manager at Galaxy Gardens and bregrudging Delivery Driver.

BIRTHPLACE: Seattle, Washington

POSITIVE: loyal, self-assured, generous

NEGATIVE: temperamental, dramatic, captious

tw: dementia

"You're father is always there when it counts. He'll be at your wedding, he was at your birth but hopefully he'll never be at your funeral. But he'd show up!"

For a girl who wanted for nothing, she sure did want her father. A Nigerian diplomat who never stayed around for too long, Alisa Vinogradova assured her daughter that it wasn't that big of a deal. It was from a young age that Adaeze, called Ada by family, realized that things would go into two boxes: a big fucking deal or nothing to bat an eyelash at. At least, in her family. Alisa assured her that anything she wanted as a child she could get -- their cup runneth over literally being the daughter of a marriage between the heiress of a global wine fortune and a tech mogul. Her mother was one of their many children with too easy going of a personality to do anything more ambitious than eat, pray & love. There was always a trip afoot in the Vinogradova household making an otherwise sheltered Ada extremely aware of the world around her. It may have been through a lense that was majorly lavish but it meant that her perspective was a little broader compared to her preppy classmates.

Plus, when Ada started school -- her name was obviously different. It was a name both of her parents had agreed on and decided, it was easy enough for others to pronounce yet they still liked to butcher it. By middle school, various nicknames popped up and though Ada was an extremely popular one -- A.D. is what she preferred if the person wasn't going to call her Adaeze. While she loved her name, A.D. had always been very blunt and easily annoyed with people's ignorances. At fancy dinners & galas, she wouldn't be the most sociable if she wasn't feeling it and in school she picked and chose how and when she would participate. English, history, ANY art classes? They loved her. Math and science? They were annoyed she didn't apply herself. But what could Adaeze do? At the end of the day, she was her mother's daughter more than she ever was her fathers.

Where Ada did soften though was Starlight Oaks. Her grandparents would spend substantial time on their property on the cove and while her mother was untethered to her childhood home often going on trips and staying months in various countries, Ada had a room decorated at their house and went to a Private primary school until she was accepted into an Liberal Arts Boarding school in 7th grade. Was A.D. particularly driven to make her name in the arts as her calling? Not really. Did she have a valuable perspective to show that demanded self-expression? Not to her. But she had always excelled in every art class or hobby that had been thrown at her. Whether it was music, fine arts, visual arts -- she could dabble. When visiting the multitude of cousins she had, they'd always joke that they knew Ada was in town because there'd always be pictures of various art museums shared at family gatherings.

For a short time her father, Chidi, attempted to be in her life properly. For a semester, she was a dayboarder -- her mother even attempted to stay in one place for 6 months. Her room was barely decorated when it all fell apart and though A.D.'s grades had never been better -- something within her started to turn sour. Once inquisitive, she became sarcastic and combative. Her curiosity had an edge of judgement, once more introverted, she started to engage with the world as if it were her punching bag, her stomping ground, her personal oyster. She was known in school, for better or for worse.

If she could have anything she wanted --- why not her father's presence ? His love? His attention? No matter what she did -- his calls never came at the right time. They'd exchange messages about music, he'd send her records that he'd find on his travels. But it wasn't enough. Though so many of her friends families operated similarly, A.D. would prod and question the few friends she had with normal familial situations. Conclusion? It was possible, to have a father stick around, even if not for her. At the end of the day, she didn't feel like she was asking for much. Alisa may have been a jetsetter not bound by location alone but she would drop it all at the drop of a hat for her daughter if she asked. After graduation, A.D. never had to work but she did stay in school -- going to Parson's getting a dual degree (Design & Tech + Visual Studies). While New York was a fun playground, she spent her time doing exactly what her mother did after graduation -- traveling. Spending time with various family members, acquaintances, former peers and even a few high-profile names -- A.D. got to live a life.

When Chidi reached out to Adaeze wanting to have a relationship with her -- she jumped at the chance. There may have been years of resentment, anger, sadness and anguish even that had colored the last few decades but deep down she hadn't wanted for anything but this. At first, the idea of living with her grandparents seemed idyllic until being in a large house by herself seemed excessive. Though she loathed to admit it, it also seemed lonely. Never had she lived so alone in so much space, it's why she loved boarding school, why she lived in bigger bustling cities, why she stayed in school so long despite not having a real career path. While Starlight Oaks had been an idllyic place for her to live before, it had changed since the last time she had had roots there. Moving back to be closer to her family had been nice at first -- until her father claimed he forgot that he had even made the call to her. Not realizing what was going on, A.D. was angry, keeping distance between him and her even though they were in the same small town.

A.D. got her first 'real' job -- working at Galaxy Gardens dispensary. At first, she was only a Budtender and delivery driver but as she found a sort of novelty in the job she started to really dedicate her time to it. She was one of the few Budtenders that knew all the regulars as she had stuck around long enough to know the O.G.s --coworkers who had been there since day one. While at first got severely made fun of by her coworkers for not knowing how to do basic life things like taxes or how to properly clean a glass display container, she became one of the best coworkers to have, earning their respect. Eventually, she got promoted from Budtender to Shift Lead, then to Assistant Manager and in September-- Manager. Something she is proud of, an accomplishment she knows she has earned herself. Everything was 'normal' for a little while until it was revealed that her father was sick -- diagnosed with dementia. It was the reason he had reached out to her with no recollection of the conversations they had had about her relocating, but had had whole other families. A wound that A.D. had felt she would be able to heal had reopened, this time deeper and more painful than she had ever anticipated. HEADCANONS:

Runs that Dispensary like the Navy (Taylor’s Version). Her grandparents told her they’d like actually both support her / let her stay in their beach house but she’d have to get an actual job. Now, did they want her to work as a legal drug dealer? not really. her mother is over the moon and think it's hilarious, often defending her kid because they literally are a wino family. A.D. also kinda was like...well...i'm 27 and have NEVER had a job...embarazzzing....

Originally a bud tender then working her way to be manager. She’s kinda the best manager you could have and really makes sure to take care of her employees because she does realize she has a lot of privilege in how much she’s never had to worry about money but her coworkers/peers/etc MANY have had to so she picks up the slack. She'll feed them often, spoil them with employee samples, work shifts for them if she can/is able. If Lorelai Gilmore ran a dispensary tbh! gets a kick out of fighting upper management

No one else can afford proper car insurance and such so she ends up doing deliveries for customers atp and while she used to love driving around town doing it, she's just kinda tired of it LMAOOOO

Has an expensive fancy ass tattoos but especially for every place she’s ever visited, she has something thats kind of like stamps/postcards/something symbolic of that place. Started with the states in the US she went to when she was 16 and her grandparents/teachers were PRESSED but her and her mom/sibling had a cheeky giggle. alisa got a matching tatt with her for her 18th

Definition of knowing 6 languages so she can talk shit to you in each one of them

very fun fun nails. does not love wearing them SUPER long but like if the design calls for it....she'll suffer for her art!

colorful long coat collection!!! has a fun style tbh!!!

Arts yes, performing arts, no. I'll say it again, PERFORMING ARTS? no.

REALLY good at cooking breakfast…otherwise relies on her air fryer….she just has better things to do…you know…she CAN she just does NOT want to…speaking of household stuff...she's FINE at laundry...just don't let her do yours if you don't want something to shrink.

her mom is if like gwenyth paltrow mixed with drew barrymore and one of a lot of siblings. she’s kinda the youngest daughter in a very knives out energy giving family. so sure her mother loves her but ………..gg in getting direction from that woman! the only direction you're gonna get from her is which gate to board gg

what does a romantic relationship even really look like to her?? so many of her friends she grew up with have grand ambitions or grand families or grand spouses. the idea of having a house, family with children, staying in one place to raise kids is both terrifying and alien. though now she is here in this place about to turn 30.

is having a lowkey crisis about turning 30! will get over it but has to be dramatique about it first. kinda wants to throw a party for it....

captious is a fancy word for petty btw

in terms of her gender ...i kept writing cis-woman and it just didn't feel completely right but A.D. is struggling with coming to terms with understanding HER relation to being gender queer in any way. she just hasn't found a label that has exactly fit and knows that this is one of the least important things to figure out rn.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

RIVALS: The rival dispensary Lunar Leaf is an establishment that has been a THORN in A.D.'s side. Constantly poaching potential employees, constantly copying graphics that A.D. has made HERSELF. She's SICK! AND! TIRED!

someone who fucked her mom lol

TRIP BUDDIES: Drug related and other! A.D. loves to adventure and explore, she definitely does hike a lot and loves to just be active in creative ways. You will NOT find her at the gym but you might find her swimming in that cold ass ocean!

EX-GF/PARTNER: all i need to say! need to write some gay shit! A.D. is not the best GF but she got MONEY... <3

cousin: she got COUSINS....

sibling: also has a younger sibling !

#starlight.intro #i wrote way too much and am about to do wash day then play a game for a few hours <3 #will message ppl on discord to plot!! if you would like to be messaged pls like this and i will do so as well <3 #wanted connections at the bottom

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girlygirl72 · 2 months

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I went prom dress shopping for the first time today! It was so fun I felt like a little princess in all the poofy dresses but the prices were super high and it made me wanna cry lmaoo, I found the PERFECT dress it made me look cute and I felt cute it kinda looked like I was getting married too lol but it was like 200 dollars which made me stress so we didn’t end up getting it but my mom said she’ll save up for it closer to the event (I was also worried about not liking it by the time it was time for prom because it’s in may) and if I still want it she’ll get it for me!!

Also funny thing, I’m so sensitive and in love with the dress that for a good 10 minutes after being told no to the dress (before my mom said we would save up separate from my grandma because she would’ve been the one buying it) i was holding back tears, it was so silly lol

On the way home I was kinda wondering what it would be like to be rich, does it get boring never worrying about what things cost? Does it feel lonely because your parents work so much? Or do other people work for them and you guys have a fine relationship while still getting all the things you like and not wanting to rip your hair out over finances lmaoo

Anywyas yeah that was my downside of the day butttt these past few days my family and I have been trying different Asian restaurants and we couldn’t find a good one until today, the customer service was amazing, the food was bomb, they made the rice perfectly unlike most American Asian restaurants, and they gave us actual metal chopsticks which I like more than the wooden ones, one con was that they did get my order wrong they gave me General Tso's chicken instead of sweet and sour chicken but I did find out that I love General Tso's chicken with rice lol but other than them getting my order wrong I loved it there, also I forgot to mention that they realized very quickly that they got my order wrong and came to switch it out with the sweet and sour chicken but I told them it wasn’t necessary and that I liked the dish that I had, they also gave us this jelly afterwards I think it was some sort of either coconut or rice jelly, my grandma and my mama didn’t like it and my baby brother was put off by I think the texture and spit it out but I kind of liked it the texture was a little odd but not odd enough for me to wanna jump out of my skin and the taste was good kinda like a mix of coconut and sugar rice

And yeah that was my day, in conclusion it was pretty good:)

Also I know people probably won’t read this but I don’t really mind lol I kind of like that people don’t read these little things I post cause it makes me feel like this is some sort of private little cute diary lol

ꨄ ꨄ ꨄ

#cute blog #food #asian food #prom dress #teen girl blog #my day today #family day

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ae-neon · 4 months

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I don't know if i am just dumb, but after reading acotar books, especially after acosf, i noticed that anything i read or watch, if one of the mc do some kind of shit to the other mc, I will remember that shit during the entire show/movie/book. Like, I was watching a drama, main male character did a shit thing to main female character, at some point she forgave him, and I kept wishing to see her smacking his head. Was watching princess diaries 2, Nicholas started acting like a jerk to Mia, and she still got a crush on him as I was waiting for her to kick his balls...

If you're dumb then I'm dumb too. I get so petty sometimes that I can't enjoy the story anymore 😔 I really hold onto things that romantic love interests do.

It's a big problem in BL/ mlm romance media. The writers have the love interests do the most heinous shit sometimes for no reason. Like it's not enough to fight, the guy will just hit the MC out of nowhere and all my emotional investment into the show turns sour

Especially because it's never even. I can understand and maybe even enjoy a toxic or darker dynamic when the characters are equally bad to each other

But it's always written so one sided

#anon ask

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purpleshallot · 2 years

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5 (because potatoes are 😋😋) and 20 for the asks 🥰

favorite form of potato?

fries (but the thin ones) and chips (salty lays never misses, im basic)… i do like sour cream & onion pringles that’s the real deal

favorite disney princess movie?

does the princess diaries count? if so i would pick that one …. and is the swan princess from disney?? otherwise that one as well 😆

thanks for sending in some numbers!! ❤️

#💌 finn answers #🎲 game

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sourlivias · 3 years

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good 4 u - quick music video analysis bcuz why not

ever since i watched this music video i have been in AWE of the easter eggs she truly is the daughter of miss swift herself. if you haven’t seen it go watch it now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNi_6U5Pm_o disclaimer: i do NOT ship olivia and joshua (ew). i do believe that something happened between the two. i can speculate that SOUR is likely written about joshua, but that is not to take away from olivia’s talent, i am just assigning a muse to her work. still, none of this is fact. but yea, here we go.

the anyone else mv parallel: this is a really tiny detail but the frame of the g4u music video is the same as joshua’s anyone else, a song allegedly written about olivia but stars sabrina.. take what you will outta that but i found that kinda funny

the princess diaries reference: olivia’s cheerleading outfit is a replica of mandy moore’s character, lana, in the princess diaries. a quick google search will tell you that lana was dating the seemingly main love interest, named josh (and even has the initials JB) but anyway, he leaves her for princess mia and the opportunity of fame & publicity.

side note, olivia often refers to women as really beautiful, almost how someone would think of a princess.

from Never Be Like Her

With the prom queen smile, the cool vintage style You're obsessed with her and I don't blame you for it

from 21st Century Girls

Twenty-first century girls are perfect... Twenty-first century girls are flawless

and finally, references to jennifer’s body tw: mentions of predatory relationship

the music video makes it blatantly known it is referencing jennifer’s body in multiple instances: the birdeye shot of the lake, her walking towards a ditch, the fire in the bedroom, and the entire sequence of her in the water

what i find interesting is in this interview, olivia strongly says that joshua looks like adam brody. you know who stars as the villain in jennifer’s body? adam brody!

for those y’all who don’t know, adam brody plays nikolai, the lead singer of a band, who takes advantage of a young jennifer. with the help of his bandmates, he kills jennifer, only he fails and creates an entirely different monster instead.

in this scene, the band’s music seems to for lack of a better word hypnotize jennifer. perhaps olivia is referencing how joshua decided to pursue a relationship with her, despite their age difference, which would make it not only legal, but would likely raise people’s eyebrows (as it has).

(TW!! the implications of these make me really upset) from L-O-V-E: You make me feel older than seventeen from favorite crime: All the things I did Just so I could call you mine All the things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

and lastly, that picture of the blonde guy with an x over his face at 1:18 seems to be referencing ethan wacker, probably because jennifer’s body is about eating up the boys lmao

#olivia rodrigo #good 4 u #SOUR #livies #princess diaries #jennifer's body #joshua bassett #jolivia #HSMTMTS #anyone else #never be like her #easter eggs #21st century girls #l-o-v-e #favorite crime

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allamericansbitch · 2 years

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Hey everyone! Here’s this weeks addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (january 9 - january 16) ! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

euphoria: episode 2x01 gifset by @bollyswood

succession: shiv roy + turtlenecks gifset by @birdmans

taylor swift: august gifset by @wishfulthinkinglove

olivia rodrigo: sour gifset by @vaneckswylans

euphoria: jules vaughn in 2x01 gifset by @hunterschafer

taylor swift: forever winter graphic by @cruellesummer

lizzo gifset by @commanderogerss

succession gifset by @mvrdockmatt

taylor swift: folklore + evermore characters zodiac signs gifset by @lookwhatyoumademedo

olivia rodrigo: traitor gifset by @queenofbadlands

gone girl gifset by @kamalaskhans

taylor swift: forever winter gifset by @loversmore

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @shegos

succession gifset by @arthurpendragonns

taylor swift: back to december gifset by @starlighdt

euphoria: maddy perez gifset by @quinlars

marina: ancient dreams in a modern land gifset by @spidermaens

taylor swift: 1989 (taylor’s version) design concept edit by @getawaycartocorneliast

the great: season two costume design gifset by @anyataylorjoy

megan thee stallion gifset by @makkarjs

taylor swift: vlog era gifset by @sadbeautifutragic

yellowjackets: episode 1x02 gifset by @football

euphoria: episode 2x01 gifset by @rues-bennetts

taylor swift: ‘unconditional love’ graphic by @thisisustrying

brooklyn nine nine gifset by @deepika-padukone

the princess diaries gifset by @killmyminds

taylor swift: ‘haunted’ lyrics gifset by @thatwasthenightthingschanged

succession: kendall roy gifset by @lousolversons

yellowjackets: 2021/1996 gifset by @deenafier

taylor swift: new romantics gifset by @getawaycartocorneliast

parks and recreation/brooklyn nine nine gifset by @benslie

ted lasso: roy kent in episode 1x01 gifset by @rachelschu

euphoria: ladies of euphoria gifset by @kitty-forman

brooklyn nine nine: season four gifset by @irisswest

yellowjackets: episode 1x01 gifset by @monetlunas

phoebe bridgers: i know the end graphic by @cellphonehippie

the suicide squad + dynamics gifset by @dcbicki

rainbow disney gifset by @fionagallaqher

brooklyn nine nine: jake peralta + tags gifset by @peraltaroy

stranger things gifset by @lucascsinclairs

pride & prejudice gifset by @magnusedom

friends: season one gifset by @gregory-peck

gilmore girls: jess mariano gifset by @brooksdavis

succession: roy siblings + name etymology gifset by @mvrdockmatt

the office gifset by @katebishps

shane madej gifset by @llupinremus

#*creatorshoutouts

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pastel-pajamas-4me · 2 years

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🐰About me🐰

Name : Snow Bunny /snowie

Age : 25

- Regression ages -

1 year & 11-12 years

Why I baby regress and middle regress -

🖤I voluntarily baby regress to cope with my PTSD ,major depression ,and anxiety

🖤I voluntarily middle regress to deal with my self esteem and self love issues that started at ages 11-12

What my blog is

🌛a coping blog🌜

☘️a safe space to help others with their regression ☘️

💫y2k nostalgia themed middle regression💫

🥐a blog for sleepy heads to relax🥐

Who I want to follow me

Sfw Age regressors

Sfw Middle regressors

Sfw Kidcore blogs

Sfw Nostalgia blogs 90s and y2k mostly

Sfw caregivers

Who I DO NOT want to follow me or interact

Anti age regression blogs

Anti LGBTQ+

Kink blogs

Nsfw of any kind

Abdl

Ddlg and its variants

Gore

Triggering blogs

Empty blogs

Favorite stuffies names

Ribbon the bunny

Sugarplum the hamster

My plague nurse squishable

Favorite snack

Goldfish crackers and apple juice

Favorite movies and shows

Turning red

Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses

Barbie Rapunzel

Bratz fashion pixies

Bratz genie magic

The Princess diaries 1 & 2

The parent trap

Life size

Hannah Montana

The suite life of Zack and Cody

Wizards of Waverly place

That's so Raven

Likes

Unicorns ,Fairies ,and Mermaids

Otters ,Bunnies,Red pandas ,foxes,Horses ,Dalmatians and Corgi's

Pastel pink and pastel purple

Hello kitty ,my melody , pompompurin ,cinnamoroll

Barbie ,Lisa frank ,carebears , strawberry shortcake

Strawberry blowpops and strawberry sour patch candy

Angelina ballerina and kipper

OG sailor moon

Bedtime

#about me #about the blogger #sfw middle regressor #sfw middle space #sfw middle regression #sfw middle space blog #sfw age regression community #sfw age regression #sfw middle regression blog #sfw middle post #sfw little post

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safaia-47 · 2 years

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Gojo Satoru Diaries - Stop Teasing Me

After shaking away my depressing thoughts I finish eating my fourth slice of cake.

"You should go easy on the cake Gojo-kun, I don't want you getting a stomachache." She giggles warning me then stops.

"Are you okay?" Did you get a stomachache for real?" Her voice laced with worry asked me.

"I'm great! The cake was so delicious it left me stunned." I was telling the truth I thought it was scrumptious but I didn't want to talk about him yet.

"Thank you but are you sure you are feeling well? I have medicine if you need it?" She asked again.

"No it's fine really, I feel great. I never get sick but I appreciate it though." I try to reason with her.

She smiled and joked with me. "Yeah you getting sick from eating anything sweet is very hard to believe. The day you do get sick is a day the skies start raining cats."

They all laughed at her jokes.

"You traitors! I need sweets to feed my brain. It's a totally, healthy amount." I whine to her.

"Yeah if you were Willy Wonka. You sweet loving fanatic." She teases back.

"Thank you I'll take that as a compliment. That would be amazing if I lived in a candy factory." I stuck my tongue at her.

Her funny sense of humor did helped improve my sour mood and make the kids laugh more at me.

"Ok, now that we filled our bellies and had a chance to laugh at me. It's time to learn about curse energy, line up my precious students." I yelled and stood up as I clap my hands together.

"Hai Gojo-sensei. Let me put away the containers in the basket." She answered as Ryuuga and her gathered all the containers with leftovers and dirty plates back into the baskets.

"Now gather around and listen to my great wisdom." I made jazz hands and let my round shades sit on my nose.

"Just start teaching idiot Gojo." Megumi ordered me and sat down next to Safaia-chan. This little brat.

"That's not nice Megumi-chan you have to treat your teacher kindly. Even if that teacher is Gojo-kun." She giggles to herself when she corrected him. It's great that she took my side but did she really, have to say that.

"Hey, Safaia-chan you're so mean to me. Do I have to call you princess again if you won't stop teasing me?" I throw a fit and pouted. I wasn't getting my way. So I'll just tease her even more.

She frowns at me and crosses her arms "How many times must I tell you Gojo-kun, I'm not a princess."

"Haha, I can see that Gojo your so right you are very kind and graceful like one. Our overprotective father and brothers spoil you rotten." Her bother laugh loudly and agree with me.

"That's not true at all! I'm not spoiled!" She pouts and furrower her eyebrows a little.

"Are too." He teased back.

"Am not?" She says back. They were going back and forth with each other. I thought they were having fun arguing with other. These twins never fail to amuse me I chuckle watching them. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tsumiki tugging on Safaia's dress.

"What's so wrong with being called princess Amagi-chan?" She looked up at Safaia with innocent eyes.

Turning around to face Tsumiki she smiled and answered her "It's nothing really bad about it. I just don't like when Gojo-kun teases me like that. Princess can be very smart, kind, and strong not just physical but also mentally."

"If that's the case then Safaia is a princess nothing's wrong with being called that as you said." Tsumiki-chan grins after reassuring her.

Safaia tilted her head up and stared at me "Don't think Gojo-kun is calling me that for nice reasons. I think he's just mocking me. Am I right Gojo-kun?"

Before answering, Safaia saw Tsumiki covering her arms from the wind. So she gave her sweater over to Tsumiki-chan, leaving her soft fleshy arms and round slope shoulders bare. Saying it is a little chilly still for spring. This is the first time I saw her arms, usually, she wore long sleeves or 3/4 sleeves.

"Well, of course, I love to tease you Safaia-chan but you are a princess to me," I smirked as I continue to look are her squishy biceps and other womanly assets, hiding my eyes behind my black shades.

"I know you are teasing me Gojo-kun. May we please continue our lesson? I'm sorry we got carried away with the previous conversation." She apologized and politely asked me.

Ehehehe "Since my precious students asked so nicely, let's get into the basics, shall we. I have already been teaching Megumi for about 10 months and told Safaia-chan a little about cursed energy. That only leaves Ryuuga-kun, hey did your mean sister tell you anything that I told her?"

"Yeah, she told me everything Gojo-sensei." He answered me and looked at his pouting sister.

"Okay! Now that we're all on the same page. Let's talk about controlling cursed energy. First, cursed energy is kind of like electricity. Raw curse energy can be used for blunt force. But if you use cursed energy to flow into your technique to activate your unique abilities. Do you guys understand?" I down at them sitting on the ground and asked them.

"Yep, I understand Gojo-sensei," Ryuuga-kun answered followed by Safaia-chan. Then I saw a little hand come up."

"Yes, Tsumiki-chan? What are you confused about?"

"I don't understand the example you just made Mr. Gojo." She looked embarrassed with her lips pressed together.

"That's okay Tsumiki-chan I'll make it simple for you to understand. Megumi are you sure you understand too? Never mind I'll just demonstrate for everyone to understand." I walked to the basket and took out two plastic containers. "May I use this?" I asked Safaia.

"You may" I place both empty containers on the ground side by side in front of them.

"Ok watch and learn, this one is raw cursed energy." The first container exploded. "And this one has cursed energy flowing through the technique." The second container twisted in on itself.

"Do you get it now Tsumiki-chan? I smirked when I saw her face lit up.

"Hai Mr. Gojo. I get it now, I was only asking because Megumi didn't understand. Do you understand now Megumi-chan?"

Megumi turned his face away and a ting of blush painted his cheeks.

"Awww Megumi-chan, you didn't understand? You had your sister ask for you. I thought I taught you better than that Megumi-chan. Tsk tsk." I ruffle his hair again.

"I had a feeling you were going to destroy the containers but not like this." Safaia-chan grinned looking back up at me then turned to her side to look at Megumi. "Megumi it's okay you can questions. It's better to ask than to sit back and not know how to understand or solve problems. I used to do that a lot when I was younger."

Megumi turned back around to stare back at her. "You did that too growing up?" He asked.

"Yeah, I was embarrassed and a little scared to ask for help a lot when I was younger and even now but not so much anymore. So it's okay to ask questions, Megumi-chan knowledge is power." She finishes off with a smile.

"You look like you use to be a scaredy-cat." I interrupt her and laugh. She whips her head back up at me and pouts.

Ryuuga-kun laughs and speaks up "You were such a scaredy-cat growing up. I remember you always hiding behind me when we were little." She starts blushing more from her brother teasing her.

"Be quiet, Ryuuga" She pouts some more. She blushes, and she pinches her brother's arm. Her cheeks got as red as her hair; it was adorable. This is the brightest her face has gotten since I met her. Ehehehe, I should tease her some more.

"You didn't say it wasn't true so you did use to do that?" I stare back at her soft arms and grin. "If you need protection I can gladly protect you."

"Stop teasing me, Gojo-kun and Ryuuga. That was when I was little. Can we please go back to the topic at hand?" She frowns with small blush this time.

"Stop being mean to Amagi-chan!" Tsumiki grab Safaia arm and yelled along with Megumi's famous glare.

"Of course meanies, first I want you guys to punch me with cursed energy. That way I can see how much-cursed energy control training you need. First up Ryuuga-kun." I extend my hand out so he can punch it.

"Punch you?" You won't complain later that we hit you right?" Ryuuga looked at me skeptically.

"I promise I won't cry later," I say with my finger crossed behind my back.

"You know we can see you cross your finger Gojo-sensei." Megumi frowns at me.

"Wait you called me Gojo-sensei, Megumi-chan?" I went to go hug him and he push me away.

"Amagi-chan said to treat you kindly even if you're you." He answered and look back at Safaia. This brat seriously.

"Thank you Megumi-chan for listening to me." She gave him a thumbs up.

"So you like Safaia-chan so much but not me." I pouted. He just looked away. "Forget you. Now onto the punches.

Ryuuga goes first and punches my hand and his punch had an even flow of cursed energy. The same with Safaia. Then came Megumi, his was good but it didn't hit as hard as the other two. I will have more training with Megumi and I can still train the twins with curse doll training for further practice.

I told them will continue training at a later date since I didn't bring the cursed doll to practice with. I told them about the simple barriers technique since they always fight in the open.

"You guys can practice more alone without me. The incantation for it 'Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.' Remember your surroundings will turn black so a scaredy-cat like Safaia-chan will have pull-through ok?" I tug on her soft hair.

"Stop teasing me Gojo-kun!" She whines to me.

I let them practice making their barriers as I made sandcastles with Tsumiki-chan. I made a fantastic one with all types of shells. I try to find ones that match Safaia's dress pattern.

I just wanted to goof around today.

I was the clear winner of the sandcastles competition and Ryuuga and Safaia were improving by keeping the curtain up.

It was getting close to eating dinner, so I offered if they wanted to eat at a restaurant before going home. It was my treat. Ryuuga said there was this amazing ramen shop near us. So we went there and ate dinner.

After eating dinner we walked them back home and said hi to their parents and sister. Their mother was all over the kids acting like they were her own. She gave them so many pastries from her bakery. Then packed extra for me.

Safaia and Megumi got tori paitan, Tsumiki got shio, Ryuuga got miso, and I got shoyu ramen. Dinner was nice but I'm starting to think this brat is doing it on purpose following her around. It's nice though that he's having fun.

"Megumi-chan I meant to say I like your Gabumon design shirt." She compliments him as we wait for the food to arrive.

Before Megumi could thank her, my eyes lit up and asked her. "Wait you know who Gabumon is?! You said you didn't watch Digimon?" I stand up with my hands on the table still.

"You seem to enjoy watching it, so I got curious and watched some of it in my free time. It was great just like you said it was. Now we can talk more about it together. Thank you for the recommendation Gojo-kun. And please calm down we're in a restaurant." She sweetly smiled at me.

She actually watched it on her own. I can't believe she really did that. I didn't think she was listening to my rambling about the show. I felt a little nervous and my hands got clammy. That was so cool of her to take a liking to my favorite anime.

"I'm so happy you like it. See I'm always right it's an amazing show right?" I point to fingers guns at her. She giggles answering yes to me and Megumi finishes thanking her.

She also complimented Tsumiki-chan sunflower dress saying she loves floral patterns dresses. Tsumiki got all giddy and said I bought it for her. She loves this dress so much.

"I'm surprised I didn't think you could pick out cute dresses like this Gojo-kun." She teases me while still admiring Tsumiki dress.

"I'm offended I'll have you know I have a great sense of fashion! Look I even dress both Megumi and me and we look fantastic." I huff while fishing for compliments.

"I'm kidding and yes you guys do look very charming." She finally flattery us but I didn't expect her saying that would have me so flustered. My neck was starting to feel hot.

Tsumiki-chan gave back Safaia-chan sweater and thank her for letting her borrow it.

Before we left I got Ryuuga-kun mail and teleport the kids back home.

"So how did you guys like Safaia-chan and Ryuuga-kun? I ask when putting them down to take their shoes off at front door.

"They were both very kind and funny. You have great students, Mr. Gojo. I can't wait to meet them again!" She yelled because of the sugar rush from eating all those sweets at Mrs. Amagi bakery.

"They were both very generous but Amagi-chan was a warm person." Megumi chimes walking to the kitchen to set his treats in the fridge.

I followed him to the kitchen to help put away Tsumiki share. "You think so? I think so too." I grin while closing the fridge.

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