#dimitri mitropoulos imagine

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Prompts 17, 36 & 40 - Have I ever lied to you?/Who did this to you?/Good girl

Pairing: Dimitri Mitropoulos x reader

Warnings: mentions of pain

Request: “17, 36, 40 with Dimitri??? 🎀🌷💕😇”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Dimitri asked as you two got into his car.

“Actualy, yes!” you yelped, followed by a giggle from both of you.

“No, really, it won’t hurt. Who -- Who did this to you, why are you so afraid??” he inquired, teasing you.

“Shut up and drive.” you slapped his arm, rolling your eyes.

The moment you finally lay back into the chair and saw the needle the artist is going to tattoo you with, you almost fainted.

“Hey, hey,” Dimitri whispered encourangli and took your hand in his. “Calm down.”

You looked at each other, breathing together, until you finally calmed down. 

He reached towards your head and ruffled your hair. “Good girl.”

[emerald-notes]

Hello there. Can you please write a riot club imagine? There the reader will be Guy's sister and has a crush on Dimitri. Dimitri knows it and flirts with the reader. The reader wants Dimitri to take her out.

That Time:

I was looking forward to this Christmas vacation. Not only because I was meeting my brother, Guy, after a while, but also because I was gonna meet someone I really adore.

He was Dimitri, my brother’s best friend since school. I’ve remembered meeting him on many occasions. I have always liked him a lot. The way he talks in a Greek-English accent, the way he often fixes his hair, even the way he swears while he talks, impresses me to a great extent.

I feel like Guy had noticed my growing feelings for Dimitri. He always keeps on saying how Dimitri always spoke of me as if I was his little sister, which annoys me a lot. I am only three years younger than him. That doesn’t make me little.

I was waiting by the door to receive Guy and Dimitri as they arrived. Guy gave mum a quick kiss on the cheek and hugged me gently.

“You’re still studying hard?” Guy joked. He always jokes about me being a nerd and all. I ignored him and shook Dimitri’s hand.

“GOD!” Dimitri exhaled, “You’ve grown so much since I saw you last.” I couldn’t help but blush.

“You must be really tired, boys.” my mum called them inside.

We had dinner together. Mum talked with them all the time. Dimitri told her about how he ended up deciding to come to our house while his parents went to Greece that year. I found myself looking at him at times. It felt like the more I look at him the more I fell in love with him.

But he simply ignored me through the dinner and talked to my mother instead. When mother left us to talk after the pudding was when Dimitri actually cared to look at me.

“I didn’t think you’ll grow up to be this gorgeous,” Dimitri smirked, “I mean, look at Guy, surely he can’t be your brother.”

The smile on my face died as I looked at Guy’s irritated expression. “She’s only 16. mate.”

“Exactly,” Dimitri said, still smiling.

I opened my mouth to say something but Guy interrupted me and said “Y/N, you can go to your room now.”

“But...” I tried to protest. But this time Dimitri stopped me, “It’s okay, Y/N. He’s just playing brother here. I’ll handle it.” He winked and turned to Guy.

I left the room quickly to stop myself from giggling.

[ijustwant2write]

Girls Change Everything-Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

(GIF credit to @mrpeteparker)

Requested by anonymous: 'Could you do a Dimitri Mitropoulos from Riot Club imagine where she's an American that Dimitri likes to flirt/banter with and he obviously has real feelings for that the Riot Club tries to manipulate his feelings for her and it causes him to stand up to them proving how deeply he cares for her?'

Characters: Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader, mentions of the club

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, mention of sex, vulgar talk about women, arguing, fluff

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Dimitri casually leaned against the bar, waiting to be served. He was bored, he didn't want to speak about new club rules, he just wanted to get pissed with his mates. It was the end of a long week, uni had been piling a shit tonne of work of him, and all he needed was a drink... And maybe a shag.

"Glass of pinot please." a distinct voice said next to Dimitri at the bar.

He turned his head, eyes locking on the beautiful woman beside him. She stood tall, flicking her hair back over her shoulder as she passed the server the money for her drink. Dimitri angled himself towards her, turning on his charm.

"An American," he started,"how exotic."

The girl's head snapped towards him, before smiling and taking a drink."The Greek calling America exotic? Really?"

"You know who I am?"

"I've heard of you and your group. It's all anyone talks about really. Gets annoying."

He hummed. She hadn't bit at him, it was banter."Well, maybe I should enlighten you, tell you if these stories are true or not."

"Won't your friends mind?"

"Fuck them."

The two of them were tucked away on a small table in a corner, not afraid to be close to each other. There were laughs erupting from them, playful shoves, and at all times there was eye contact. They didn't care who was around them, they knew people were watching, itching to gossip with their friends the next day. Uni could be so boring, all work no play, so the tiniest change on socialising sparked everyone's interests.

"So you left your family to come here?" Dimitri asked before drinking.

(Y/N) nodded."How could I refuse? Obviously I miss them all, but this is an amazing opportunity. And it'll benefit everyone in the long run."

"Well, guess I'll just have to keep an eye on you." he leaned back, his arm already around the back of her chair.

"What for?"

"Make sure you stay out of trouble."

"What if I enjoy trouble?"

"Then you'll actually make my life a little easier."

"What, because you are trouble?"

"Only if you want me to be."

"Dims, mate, you coming back st any point?, Or should we expect you in the morning?" They were interrupted by Guy, who was smiling but only out of politeness.

"Guy, this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Guy, my best mate." Dimitri introduced them, though there was no brightness behind his words.

"Nice to meet you." she said.

"Yeah." Guy replied."So..."

"Mate, just fill me in tomorrow yeah?"

"It's not really a club meeting without all the members."

"James will just speak about the usual shit he says, I'm not missing out on anything."

"Dimitri, if you need to go, we can reschedule." (Y/N) piped up.

"Yes, thank you (Y/N), how thoughtful." Guy was beginning to get pissed off.

"No, I don't need to do anything." Dimitri said.

"Dims, the girl is letting you go."

"It's (Y/N), remember, I'm not just a girl."

"Well, to him you are."

Guy had silenced them. (Y/N) scoffed, already downing the rest of her wine and grabbing her bag. The British were either cowards and hid their true feelings, or too blunt and were just plain arse holes.

"No, (Y/N), don't listen to him." Dimitri went after her, ignoring the glares being sent by his friend.

(Y/N) stopped outside the pub, confusing Dimitri as she began laughing."Oh I love annoying British people, you're all wound up so tightly."

"What?"

"I think your friend was getting a little jealous back there. Give me your phone."

He quickly passed it to her, unlocked, watching as she typed in her number. God, this girl was fast.

"Text me when you're free. I'll let you get back to your friends before they all come and throw a tantrum. See ya Dims." she briefly pecked his lips, walking away without waiting for another word from him.

He watched her as she left, finally going back inside when he heard his name being called. As soon as this fucking meeting was over, his attention would be back on (Y/N).

She liked him. She had always preferred the confident boys, even the cockiness; but she believed it was because she could handle it, and it was always funny to see boys squirm under a woman's confidence. Her smile lit up when he finally messaged her. It was stupid, she hardly knew him, but he was intriguing. Even if nothing came out of it, that's what uni was for, she wasn't going to waste her life mourning over what could have been.

"Dimitri, that was a quick response." (Y/N) happily sighed as she opened her dorm door for him. It was the next morning, the usual Sunday feeling sinking into everyone.

"I don't like to waste time." he started to let himself in, until (Y/N) put a hand on his chest, pushing him back.

"Oh, I don't think we're quite there yet."

"Oh, right, I just thought-"

"I need some coffee before we get into all that."

Everyone was surprised when they saw Dimitri and (Y/N) hanging out multiple times around campus. It was no secret that they had fucked, and just like that people assumed she was just another girl on Dimitri's list. But here they were, enjoying lunches together, walking each other to their lectures, even studying together (though they never did get through much revision).

"Dimitri, what the fuck is going on with you and Miss America?" Harry asked.

"Piss off Villiers." Dimitri sighed.

"Tell us, is she really that good of a fuck?"

"It's not all about fucking you know Villiers."

The club laughed out loud, shoving Dimitri around.

"What happened to 'girls for now, girls for later'?" Toby sniggered.

"Some of us aren't idiots mate."

"She's quite a free spirit, isn't she?" George added, trying to be nice.

"Meaning she's into kinky stuff." Guy suggested.

"Well she's definitely not getting that with Dimitri." Harry said.

Dimitri immediately snapped at him."Why not?"

"Because you couldn't handle it."

"Right, I'm fucking amazing at fucking, alright? And at least I'm not having to go get checked every weekend, I've seen some of the birds you drag back with you."

Tension was rising within the group, some boys wondering if this was actually serious and others hiding their laughter. Harry scoffed, focusing on the beer in front of him. Dimitri knew this would happen, and it fucked him off. Like all the lads, he had messed around with girls, never taking them seriously, and as much as it sickened him to be so cliche, (Y/N) was different. He wasn't annoyed by her after they had sex, he didn't want her leaving immediately. At first he thought it was because he wanted to go another round, but when he found himself getting breakfast with her, a new feeling ha developed.

"They just don't understand." Dimitri whined, enjoying laying his head in (Y/N)'s lap. He found himself venting to her as soon as she stepped into his room.

"They'll come round to it, once they stop messing around."

"Well, boys will be boys."

She shook her head."No, that's not an excuse. Always hated that saying, makes you lot get away with anything."

"Sorry."

"Oh, no, Dims I didn't mean it like that. There are some horrible men in the world though."

"Well, you won't have to deal with them whilst I'm around. Though I'm sure you were dealing with them long before I came along."

"You're right, but it's much nicer having someone next to you."

Someone briefly knocked on the door before letting themselves in. The couple watched as Guy hesitated in the doorway, not realising (Y/N) would be there.

"What do you want?" Dimitri plainly said as he sat up.

"Can I come in? I want to talk."

"Actually (Y/N) and I were-"

"Dimitri," (Y/N) interrupted,"let him in."

Guy closed the door as Dimitri gestured for him to clem in. The men stood opposite each other, though there was no eye contact.

Guy started."Mate, I'm sorry."

Surprised, Dimitri finally looked at him."For what?"

"For all those things we were saying about your relationship. It was wrong. Just cause you've got a girlfriend doesn't mean you're any different than what you were before."

"Oh... Right."

"I was just....You weren't around as much."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, laughing at their awkwardness."Oh my god, would you two just admit you missed each other and make up? Come on, it's been obvious. Guy, you've been jealous that Dimitri has been spending most of his time with me, and Dimitri, you've missed your friend. You know Guy, he actually talked about you a lot-"

"Alright (Y/N)." Dimitri stopped her before she went too far.

Guy chuckled."She really says it how it is, doesn't she?"

The three of them smiled, and (Y/N) watched as the two friends hugged, patting each other on the back as men did. Picking up her handbag, she clasped a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Right then, I say we celebrate this forgiveness in the pub. Perhaps Guy can tell me something about Dimitri that I don't know yet?"

Guy was eager to dive into embarrassing stories, already looping her arm through his. Dimitri struggled to keep up as they practically ran off, dreading to think what stories Guy could be telling her. He had wanted them to get along, but this wasn't what Dimitri had in mind.

[imagineaworlds]

Sane -- Dimitri Mitropoulos

Written By: @aliedelanie

Request: “Hey!! Not sure if you’re familiar with The Riot Club movie. Would love almost any smut with Dimitri. He’s just so arrogant and yummy. Lol (Ben Schnetzer’s character) Thanks! — adlib421”

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+). Cursing. Quick sex. Shower sex. Unprotected sex. Rude name calling? (”Slut”).

Pairing: Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

Word Count: 951

Listen To: Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn (feat. Sia)

I didn’t bother waiting up for him. When it came to the club’s dinners, I never waited for Dimitri to get home since he was always coming back in the early morning. And even then, I wasn’t much of a partier, so as he would spend his nights running about the city to drink with his mates and get shitfaced, I stayed back. The big dinner for new recruits approached, and Dimitri got all dressed up as usual, and kissed me on his way out. Not much was said between us as he left, since I didn’t want to know what stupid, illegal shit they’d be doing. The less I knew, the better. In the beginning, he made sure none of the boys in the Riot Club knew that we were dating since it was “dangerous for me”, but with the amount of PDA we had around campus, it was no surprise that we got caught. After that, Dimitri tried desperately to keep me away from the club, which was why I didn’t ask questions.

Around nine in the morning, the keys started to jingle in the lock. I stood and hurried to the door just as it flew open and Dimitri was standing there. Normally, when he came home from the dinners, he would sweep me off my feet with happiness and take me to the bedroom, but not this time. He stood there, looking more tired than ever, his dress robes torn, and his hair disheveled. When I tried to wrap my arms around his chest for a hug, Dimitri stopped me. Something was wrong.

“My darling,” I said, cupping his tired face in my hands. “What happened?”

He shook his head, trying to tell me that he couldn’t say anything about it. Then, he started crying. “You’re the only thing that keeps me sane,” Dimitri cried. “It was such a fucking mess, [y/n/n]— it’s never gotten that out of hand before.”

I looked down at his outfit, spotting that it was covered in blood spots, “Is it your blood?” I asked.

Dimitri wiped his face, “No. You know I can’t tell you anything, even if I wanted to.” I pulled him by his sleeve into our room where I got him some clean clothes. As Dimitri started to strip, he said, “I think I’ll take a shower first.” With a nod, I watched him walk into the bathroom and close the door behind him. Suddenly, I was alone, just as before. Something was deeply wrong, and it had Dimitri shook to the core. Nothing likes this had ever happened. Even when things got out of hand, he was still cheery and ready to go back to the club. Now, it seemed like he could never go back to the club— which wasn’t possible, of course.

As the water started, I picked up the bloodied dress robes on the floor and took them to the laundry room. They were absolutely ruined, but I had to try and save it. Like it mattered. Dimitri could afford hundreds more if he wanted. Once the laundry was started, I headed back into the bedroom, just outside of the bathroom, and waited. It iched me that something went so wrong the night before, and that he was pushing me away. Most morning, Dimitri would burst into the house and run straight for me to shower me in kisses, but not this morning.

I decided to take off my clothes, as well, and slowly walk into the bathroom. Dimitri was standing behind the shower curtain, standing with his face in the water. I carefully pulled the curtain back, as to not scare him. By the way he glanced at me, I assumed he had expected me to join him in the shower at some point.

Once I had my back to the water and I was facing Dimitri, he put one of his hands on my neck and brought me closer. “At least tell me that you’re alright.”

“I’ll be fine. God, you know you’re the only one who keeps me sane through all of this shit. If I didn’t have you, I might be lying dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true, [y/n/n].” Dimitri kissed me gingerly, rather than the passionate way he normally did. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” As the water continued to beat down on my back, Dimitri allowed his hands to wander around my body, feeling me up. I sighed as he attacked his mouth to one of my nipples. I felt his left hand trail down to my clit, which he started rubbing harshly. I was grinding into his hand while holding his hair in my fingers. “Fuck, Dimitri.” As I was approaching my orgasm, Dimitri pulled away entirely. I whined at the loss of touch. Dimitri grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall, then lifted one of my legs. He lined his tip with my entrance, and suddenly thrust himself into me. “Oh, fuck!” I bit my lip as he pounded into me roughly.

“Fuck, [y/n/n], how are you still so tight after all this time?” he asked, “I guess I have to do you in more roughly, huh?”

“Yes! Fuck!” I cried out, holding onto his shoulders for balance, hoping I wouldn’t slip.

“Cum on my cock, slut. Cum.” I threw my head back against the tile as my orgasm washed over me. As I rode out my high, Dimitri pulled out of me, and finished on my stomach. His cum was washed away by the shower. “Maybe we should actually shower now, huh?”

I nodded. “Just tell me everything you can.”

[maarwritesarchive]

Skinny Love [Dimitri Mitropoulos]

Prompt: Dimitri and (Y/N) absolutely despise each other. At least that’s what they say. However, everyone else thinks the exact opposite.

Pairing: Dimitri x (Ryle)Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Riot Club

A/N: Will I do another part? Possibly. 

Dimitri rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He bit the inside of his cheek as he saw his friend approaching, noticing the girl who walked alongside him. 

“Well, who invited Ryle?” He said, not so amicable.

Harry smirked. “As if you didn’t want her here,” he muttered. (Y/N) chuckled. 

The brunette flashed him a smile, which would have looked innocently enough had he not known her better. “Goodnight to you too, Dim.”

Dimitri rolled his eyes yet again. Harry opened the passenger door and climbed in the back of the car, taking a seat next to Guy and Toby. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” she muttered. 

(Y/N) huffed. There was no more room except for the passenger seat, right next to Dimitri. 

“Can you please just climb in?” Dimitri asked. “We’re not going to be late because of you.” 

The girl did as he asked, closing the door with a little more force than required. The Greek glared at her, but when she kept her eyes on the road ahead of her, and the amused smile on her lips was enough to produce one on his own.

(Y/N) knew he should probably stop. She wasn’t sober herself, but the sight of the boy emptying yet another glass of Scotch wasn’t a good one. She drank the remains of her cocktail as she stood up, and the placed the empty glass over the little coffee table in front of her. 

The redheaded boy that had bought her the drink looked up. “Hey, where are you going?” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Away,” she mumbled, and grabbed her purse from the couch. 

“That’s hardly fair,” the boy retorted. She frowned. She didn’t even know his name. 

“Well, life’s hardly fair,” she said.

Before he could catch up to her, she strode to the opposite corner of the pub, where Dimitri was drinking of his glass while flirting with some blonde girl he’d probably just met. 

Despite her best judgement, she squeezed past Guy, who only gave her even a second glance, and slumped down next to the black-haired boy. 

“You’ve got to go,” she said to the blonde, while throwing both arms over Dimitri’s shoulders.

He scoffed, but didn’t make an effort to move her arms off him. The blonde gasped. 

“Who’s this?” She bellowed. 

Dimitri sighed. “Just go,” he told her. 

And that she did, not before calling Dimitri every name under the sun, to which (Y/N) only giggled. 

“And what was that for?” He demanded as soon as he turned around. 

The girl smiled, and stretched her arm out to take the glass of liquor from his hand. 

“You’ve drank enough,” she told him. 

The boy rolled his eyes. “Thanks for your concern, but I don’t really care.” 

He made a move to retrieve his glass, but before he could, she brought it to his lips and slurped it down. She didn’t even make a face.

Dimitri smirked. “So that was what you were really about.”

“Well, Glenfiddich is the best,” she said. 

“You can hold your Scotch,” he retorted, successfully moving to retrieve his glass.

“You know the Ryles,” she smirked. “We can hold our Scotch.”

“Seb certainly can’t,” Dimitri laughed, and she joined. “You saw him that time. He ran naked on the street in the middle of winter.”

She was drunk enough to shed some tears of laughter about his comment, to which she didn’t even notice the moment in which he had ordered yet two more glasses of Scotch for the both of them. 

All of a sudden, her lips were on his, and she smiled as she recognized the feelings of his hands on her back, pulling her yet closer to him. She felt him smile into the kiss. 

So much for hating each other. 

[mxltifandom-imagines]

Dimitri: “What are you afraid of, (Y/N). You can tell me!” You: “I..” (you sigh) “I’m afraid that you won’t like me. I want to be with you.” Dimitri: “But we are together right?” You: “As best friends.” Dimitri: “No, I meant, we are in a relationship.” You: “We never- I thought that we were just best friends.” Dimitri: (looks at you) “You know, this is something really confusing. But I like you and you like me. How about we make it official right now. I want us to be together, as you clearly understood from what we just said.” (he laughs) “Let’s have some fun, (Y/N)!”

requested by destielsterekwinchester

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I Promise

Requested:Hey love! I love you imagines, could u do one where the reader is harry's little(lile 16) sister and she has a crush on Dimitri(who costantly flirts with her) but he gets mad because he says she's too young for him?

I’m currently at a pub near oxford university with my brother and his friends for a club meeting.

“Why didn’t you get a Lamborghini?” Harry, my brother, asks during the conversation about Dimitri’s new car.

“Mate, he’s Greek. He’s doing austerity measures.” Guy says before Dimitri could reply. This causes the Greek to reach over to his best friend and pinch him.

“It’s a beautiful British car. But could never be as beautiful as Y/N over here.” Dimitri defends himself before complimenting me.

His statement causes me to blush and looking everywhere but him. Hugo smirks, knowing my crush on the Greek boy, and winks at me before nodding over to Dimitri. I turn to look at him only to find him staring at me. I turn away again and blush harder. Harry seems to notice my actions and turns to glare at him.

“Okay, guys. Guys.” Leighton speaks up, catching the boys attention. “We have a club dinner coming up.”

“Kidney, Leighton?” George asks, causing James to scowl in disgust.

“No mate.” James replies. “And, uh. As you know, I’m working on a venue that can meet our special requirements.” James continues, raising his glass to his mouth to drink.

“Somewhere we haven’t already been banned.” Hugo speaks up.

“Obviously, yeah. But I need you guys to.” Leighton tries to talk but gets interrupted by George.

“Chaps! Squid?” George asks the boys making me raise my brows at him. “And Y/N.” George adds when he sees my face. I take one from him and stuff it in my mouth, causing the boys to laugh at me and my brother push me away from him in disgust.

“Here!” Guy shouts, putting a hand in the air.

“Mate, thats fucking rank.” Dimitri says to him making Guy turn to him and open his mouth. Dimitri puts his hand out and pushes Guy’s face away.

As the meeting goes on, I check what the time is on my phone before getting up. The boys look my way before Dimitri asks me where I’m going.

“Home. Its late and cause I’m only 16 uncle Jeremy wants me home by 11.” I answer, grabbing my coat and putting it on. I give Harry a hug and a kiss on the cheek before grabbing my bag and leaving.

As I’m just about to walk out the pub door someone opens it for me from behind. I turn to say thank you to see Dimitri standing there with a smile on his face.

“Let me drive you home.” Dimitri offers, causing me to smile and nod. I grab his hand and walk, with him beside me.

30 Minutes Later

As he pulls into the drive way we began to quieten our laughs. We look each other in the eye and lean in slowly. As we kiss I begin to pull away and look out the window.

“What’s wrong?” Dimitri asks me, concern in his voice. I look at him and give him a sad smile.

“You do realise this can’t happen.” I say gesturing between the two of us. His face dropped to a frown and looked at me with sad eyes.

“You can’t be serious, right.” He said.

“Well, what do you want me to say? You know that it wouldn’t be able to work. Its against the law, my brother won’t agree and your family won’t agree with it either.” I say to him, trying to come up with excuses.

“Who cares what people think? I like you. Hell, I think I might be in love with you!” Dimitri exclaims to me.

“I’m sorry Dimitri but I’m not gonna risk it. You could end up in prison, I could get kicked out and you could also get expelled. I’m not going to risk everything for one boy. I’m sorry.” I said before getting out the car and leaving. I walk into the house with tears running down my face. As I’m walking up the stairs uncle Jeremy stops me and asks me whats wrong. “I can’t be with the person I love the most.” Was my response.

“Dimitri? I say go for it. You two are the best thing for each other. Harry and I have had this conversation and he has agreed to let you date him. Go back to him Y/N. He won’t wait forever. But go in the morning.”  My uncle advises. I nod my head, give him a hug and carry on walking to my room.

The Next Day

“Thanks for the ride.” I say to the driver before giving him the money. I make my way to Dimitri’s dorm room and knock the door. After 2 minutes I knock again, only to here a complaint. Just as I’m about to knock again the door opens and i see a shirtless Dimitri. I blush and look down.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dimitri asks, closing the door a bit so i couldn’t see the rest of his room.

“Can I come in? I need to talk to you about what happened yesterday.” I ask him. Just as he’s about to respond I hear a girls voice.

“Babe? Who’s at the door?” The girl asks before coming to the door, she looks at me and glares. “Who are you?” She asks rudely.

“Why do you want to know? Dimitri, who’s this?” I ask him with my arms folded and eyebrows rude.

“I’m his girlfriend. Now answer my question you slut.” She says to me.

“Okay. I’m the girl he kissed last night. I’m also the girl he said he loves. Guess it was fake.” I state before walking away. I hear him shout my name, telling me to come back but I ignore him and carry on walking.

“Y/N? Hey? What are you doing here this early in the morning?” I hear a familiar voice shout. I turn to see Hugo. He sees my tears and hugs me closely. Telling me it’s going to be alright.

“He told me that he was in love with me. Then I see him with some other girl. It hurts.” I say sobbing. Hugo hugs me tighter.

“He’s an idiot, okay. He doesn’t realise what he’s just lost.” Hugo says to me, hugging me tight before asking me if I wanted a ride home. I nod and ask him to phone Jeremy. I feel him nod before taking his phone and ringing my uncle. He tells him what just happened and asks him to pick me up. “He’s on his way.”

30 Minutes Later

I’m in my room crying my eyes out. I hear a knock and tell them to come in. I turn and see my uncle. He sits on my bed and hugs me tight before telling me it will get better.

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“I know. But it will. I promise.”

[riotboysrequests]

Writing request please!! Dimtri and Guy meeting at at Eton over dinner. (Maybe add the other boys if you want :) ) P. S. Love the fic so far !

I’m sorry this request has taken so long in the making! I adore these two so much, they’re my favourite characters in the entire thing! [I’m also sorry for the slightly sad turn this took at the end. Sheesh.] Enjoy! —-“Darling. It really isn’t that bad.”

Gillian Bellingfield looked back over her shoulder at her son as the car picked up speed on the motorway. It seemed that the more she looked at her youngest the more painful it felt for both of them. Guy was sitting in the back of the car with his knees hugged to his chest. At his Mother’s words, he lifted his head. Wide eyed and red cheeked, the thirteen-year-old didn’t reply. He just rested his chin back on his knees again. Gill sighed, turning back in her seat to look at the open road again. “You’ll enjoy yourself. Your Father did, didn’t you Nathan?”

Nathan Bellingfield shifted in his seat again, looking at his son in the rear mirror as he drove. “One of the best times in my life. Guy. Look at me.”

The boy lifted his head again, managing a little sniff as he rubbed at his eyes. Nathan sighed. “The friends you’ll make here will last for a very long time. These boys are the best, and you get to be one of them. I promise you, Eton will be the most amazing experience you could ever dream of.”

“Then why can’t I stay at home? Just walk there every day? Why did I have to leave my old school? Why doesn’t this school start when you’re 11 like all the other schools?” All the questions in the world, and Guy was sure he would never get a straight answer out of either of his parents. “… Why do I have to stay there?”

Nathan exchanged a look with his wife. In the end, it always boiled down to this. It had with their older children and now was no different. He cleared his throat. “Guy, boarding at the school builds character. Your elder brother manages. And your sister when she went to Roedean. Put your feet down off the seat, please.”

Slowly, Guy lowered his knees, simply resting his forehead against the window instead. “I’m not Robert though, am I? Robert’s better at everything and he’s got loads of friends there—“

“And so will you, darling.” Gill reached her arm back to take rest on her son’s knee. “Come on, poppet. Big school, now isn’t it? You’ll get to learn with all the other boys and,” She squeezed his knee gently. “This is the best ticket to Oxford if you keep going with your History.”

And there it was again. Oxford. Guy closed his eyes, nodding his head simply because he knew that his Mother would drop the subject if he did so. His elder sister had told him time and time again how amazing Oxford was, and his brother, starting his final year at Eton now, had already received an offer from the University. Guy wasn’t even sure if he wanted to go. It just seemed like something his family simply had to do. His Mother and Father had met in their first year there, for goodness sake.

“Is it just the boarding that’s scaring you?” His Mother asked, her eyes still filled with concern. Guy nodded once. A lie. Seemingly one that his Father saw right through. He raised a brow, making eye contact with him again in the rear mirror.

“Honestly?”“It is!”“Guy.”

The boy leant back in his seat again, slightly embarrassed. “What if…What if no-one talks to me?

Gillian was fairly certain she felt her heart break at his words. She turned properly in her seat. “Darling. Guy, don’t say things like that. Of course you’ll make friends. Why would you think that?”

The boy offered a one-shouldered shrug. “I just didn’t have many at Primary that’s all.”

“Darling, it’ll be very different. This isn’t Year 7 at a co-ed. This is Eton poppet. And Robert will be there. He’ll make sure you’re settling in properly.”

Guy simply raised a brow at his Mother’s words. The sheer thought of Robert doing anything remotely considerate to him was nearly laughable. But if that was what his Mother wanted to believe then he would let her.

An hour later, he was standing in the large main hall.

An hour later, he was holding his Mother tighter than he ever thought he had held her before.

He had his face pressed in to her dress, trying to remember her smell as he felt the tears prickle in his eyes. It was then that Gillian realised that this was in fact her youngest child, and that she was sending him away when in reality he was still a little boy.

“Mummy,” It was a small whimper as she wrapped her arms around him again. “I don’t want to. I really really don’t want to.”

She kissed his head once. And then again when the realisation sank in once more. “Just try. And if you still feel the same after a week we’ll talk to the headmaster, alright? But you can’t not try. You’re my Little Guy remember?” She whispered, smoothing back his hair as he looked up at her, scratching at the black uniform he was wearing. It took him a few moments, but after a while he managed the smallest of nods.

Gillian held her son to her once again, sighing. “We have to go now, sweetheart. I’ll phone you tonight. But you never know, you might want to talk to me. You might have made so many friends you’ll be too busy having fun.”

Once again, Guy highly doubted his Mother’s words. But judging  by the sad way she was looking at him they were about to leave. He felt his Father run a hand through his hair and smile down at him.

“You’ll be fine, son. I promise.” And with a brief hug from his parents, they walked back to the car. Leaving Guy Bellingfield standing on his own. There was a moment where an older boy took his suitcase from him and informed him that it would be taken to his House dorm, but other than that, he was left completely and utterly alone. As always.  

More and more parents were taking their leave, some were crying, some were as emotionless as their own brainwashed bourgeoisie sons. He could already see boys talking to one another in little groups, already making friends. The friends his Father told him he would have for the rest of his life. But as always, Guy found himself quite alone. He was ushered over to one of the groups by a school master.

“What’s your name?”

“Bellingfield.”  He knew that this would be the start of seven years of being referred to by his last name by both peers and teachers alike, seeing as the same was done to every other boy at the school.  The man was sitting so rigidly it almost appeared he had a pole up his back. He had a pair of spectacles balanced on his nose and spoke with the same level of entitled sophistication that Guy had always known. He scanned up and down a list of names, finally finding what he was looking for.

“Guy Bellingfield?”“Yes sir.”  Guy shifted awkwardly, already feeling numerous eyes on him.“You’re in Durnford house. Green and purple colours. You’re dining table is the furthest on the left. Go and get yourself seated.”Guy stared across the grand hall owlishly. He was fairly certain that someone in the sky had it in for him. Out of all the tables, why was it that his had to be the one on the other side of the room. The teacher lifted his head again when he noticed that Guy hadn’t moved.“On your way, boy.”

“Oh, sorry!” Guy stumbled forward, pulling his jacket a little closer around him as he walked across the hall.

The Durnford table was set out in age order as far as he could see. The eldest boys were sitting on one end, tall, well-adjusted and already funnelling in to Oxford and Cambridge alike. And then there was his end of the table, which appeared to be a gabble of giggling boys who were full of all the excitement of the ‘first day’. Such excitement that Guy was sure he was supposed to have, but didn’t.

It was only when one of the boys turned and looked at him that he noticed he had been standing at the side of the table oddly for the past minute. He was a smiling boy, with one of the most symmetrical faces that Guy had ever seen. Right down to the boyish freckles, perfectly even on each side.

“Are you quite alright?” He asked.“Y-Yes. Sorry. Is this the Durnford table?” He mumbled, rubbing at the itchy collar once again. The boy nodded, more or less tugging him down in to a seat. Confidence seemed to ebb out of this boys very pores. He extended a hand to Guy to shake.

“Villiers. Harry Villiers. Jolly good to meet you.”

Guy stared at the other thirteen year old’s outstretched hand, hurriedly shaking it when he realised he hadn’t done so quicker. “Guy. Guy Bellingfield.”Harry nodded. “That’s a weird name.”

Guy leant back in his seat. “I-I know. Most of the kids at my old school just called me Freak.” He was half expecting the jeering agreement as usual, but was instead met with a hearty laugh from Harry. “Oh that’s brilliant. Ed. Toby. Come and meet Guy. He’s bloody hilarious.”

Guy blinked, looking from Harry to the two boys on the other end of the table he was talking to. Hilarious. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever called him something like that before. Guy poured himself a drink, sitting back in his chair again. After a moment, he looked to the boy sitting opposite him. A dark boy who seemed more occupied with staring out of the window than the actual dinner taking place.

Maybe his Mother was right after all. Maybe he really would make life long friends here. He had already seemed to have made a good impression with his house mates.  He glanced back over at Harry, who simply grinned back at him good naturedly..

“Hullo.” Guy mumbled, looking back at the boy opposite him. “I’m Guy. Guy Bellingfield.”

“I heard.” The boy replied quietly, finally pulling his gaze from the window. Guy swallowed, offering a hand to shake as Harry had done before. Perhaps not everyone was as charmingly confident as Harry Villiers was. [This was a fact he would know to be true in their University years. Especially when it came to women.]

“What’s your name?”The smaller boy seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before he finally shook hands.“Dimitri.”“Dimitri what?”“You wouldn’t be able to say it.” He said simply, resting his chin back on his hand as he looked out of the window. Guy shifted in his seat, fiddling with one of the forks. “I could give it a go. I’m rather good at saying complicated things.”Dimitri simply  looked unimpressed, his dark fringe falling over his eyes. “Mitropoulos. Dimitri Mitropoulos.”

Guy tilted his head. “Blimey. That is a mouthful isn’t it. It sounds Greek.” Where was this chattiness coming from? Guy didn’t really know. But for some reason the boy in front of him just seemed easy for him to talk to.

“I am Greek.” Came the simple response as he looked back at Guy, the window forgotten. Guy leant forward in interest. “You are? Oh that sounds amazing. What’s it like over there?” His Mother had often told him to stop bombarding people with questions. But like most times, Guy had completely ignored her.

Dimitri’s unimpressed look was still there, but it was slowly fading with time.

“It’s—“ The boy took a second to look around the hall they were in. “It’s a lot less green. It’s a lot different to England, actually.”“I can imagine. Are you Mum and Dad flying back today then?”Dimitri shook his head,  sipping at his drink. “No. My Mother and Father are at home. I was sent here on my own.”

Guy stared for a second. “You were…” He stopped, frowning steadily. “All on your own?”

“Father said it builds character.”

Guy closed his eyes. It was only a few hours ago that his Father had said the same thing to him about living away from home at a young age. “Do you miss them?”

Dimitri seemed to think for a moment, a look crossing in his eyes that Guy knew all too well. The feeling of trying to force oneself not to well up. “Sort of.” The boy rubbed at his face angrily, trying to remove any sense of emotion. Guy leant forward again, trying his best to look  as friendly as possible. “I miss mine too. I…I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I think it’s a normal thing. Especially seeing as your family are in a completely different country. You’ll be able to write to them, surely. And your friends.”

Dimitri gave a slightly bitter laugh, though it faded to a slightly softer expression when he saw the confused look on Guy’s face. “I didn’t…I didn’t really have any friends when I was at home.”

A tiny smile crossed over Guy’s lips then, and he nodded his head in understanding. “Neither did I.”

“You didn’t?”

“Not a single one. They all thought I was weird.”

“Well you are a bit funny looking.” Dimitri reasoned. For once, the expression Guy saw was one of humour, and not the judgemental ones he was so used to. He found a laugh bubbling at his lips as he shoved at Dimitri’s arm playfully.

“Sod off. No I don’t.”

“You do! And I think you’re my bloody roommate too. So I’m going to be stuck with you for the next seven years.” Dimitri simply shoved him back, in the playfighting nature that the two of them would grow so used to as they grew together.

“You’re really lucky then. You get to share a room with someone as awesome as me.” Guy shot back, simply laughing when Harry nearly spilt his glass over when he was gesturing in conversation with Ed.

“As if, Bellend.”

Guy blinked, looking up in shock. “What?”

Dimitri just grinned. “Bellend. I’ve decided that’s going to be your nickname. Bellingfield. Bellend. Pretty cool if you ask me.”

“You’re going to call me Bellend forever now aren’t you?”

“Most likely.”

As Guy settled back on his chair and continued to talk to Dimitri, Harry and the others, he didn’t know that his Father had in fact been right all along. These were the friends that he would have for the rest of his life. That much was true. But it was Dimitri Mitropoulos who would be his best friend through all those years.

It would be Dimitri who simply fell over laughing at him whenever he messed up in Rugby. Dimitri who would roll his eyes and kick him in the leg whenever he tried too hard at being funny.

Dimitri would be the one who simply lay awake in the bunk above him as they talked for hours on end about pointless things, all the while whilst shoving sweets in to their mouths.

Guy had gone to his best friend—the more accurate description would be ‘sprinted’ when they 18 years old on results day and he had been accepted in to Oxford. And poor Dimitri was the one who suffered from an attack hug that knocked them both to the ground when he told him he had done the same.

And, in the long run, Dimitri Mitropoulos would be standing next to him when the police came bursting through the door. It would be Dimitri who Guy was standing near as they stared at the barely breathing man on the floor. Dimitri had been the one that had barked something at one of the policemen when one of them had been a little too rough with Guy.

In the end, it had always been Dimitri who was there for Guy. And Guy would always be there in return. Because Dimitri Mitropoulos was the first proper friend Guy Bellingfield ever made.Even if they did have the occasional disagreement.

*“Mate. How long have we been friends?”“Since the first day of school, and you think I couldn’t be President because I’m Greek?”

[henry33tan]

Experiencing the first Sunrise in your playing

I had intended to title this posting, “Falling in Love Again”-a tribute to the music of Alexandre Tansman. It would highlight an affaire de coeur ignited by Amazon. (No Saturday Night Live script in progress) I would encapsulate the day I’d ordered what was supposed to be a copy of a new adult student’s album of Tansman miniatures that he’d brought to his first lesson. It included the familiar “Arabia” that was a memory prompt in my worst senior moment. What did I know of the composer’s output beyond the perfunctory inclusion of his picturesque modal morsel within an anthology of Late Beginner level offerings.

My Amazon purchase arrived with no sign of the hallmark piece, and to add to my disappointment, there was just “one” Collection instead of “4” as advertised by the seller: Pour Les Enfants (A bundle of Children’s compositions included 4 sets.) It had been my intention to explore the graded music in one package to assess the contents for teaching purposes.

(I’ve not yet referenced the “sunrise” aspect of this encounter, but it’s on the horizon.)

With only the frugal arrival of Book 1, (“Very Easy” level), I thumbed through its pages, sampling a few phrases of each title, growing more immersed in the music as I “read” along. It was an early blossoming love that was growing in intensity as I delved more deeply through appealing melodic and harmonic threads.

In less than 20 minutes through a sight-reading journey, a resonating epiphany sprang from this earliest exploration: It was my having experienced the “first sunrise” in my playing. (What we often lose in our redundant daily practicing)

I confessed to my adult student in the sanctity of my studio that I had not yet received a copy of his exact album, but the one obtained turned out to be a blessing in disguise, a set of heavenly pieces that were in a divine space I’d inhabited on the FIRST day I learned a few, and then permeating the rest, on the second and third day. It was a Here and Now, in the moment experience of childlike enchantment that I insisted must be retained in our daily practicing no matter the length of our stay with a particular composition.

***

How else can I express this spontaneous wonderment than through the music itself that’s in the imagination even as fingers are not engaged with the keys.

Day 1 (I fingered these four selections carefully; put in phrase marks that were omitted; scanned the harmonic rhythm of each) and sailed off with the prompted fantasy of the titles.

Naturally, in a personal, unabashed surrender to the music, a natural flow of energy through relaxed arms and supple wrists is needed. But such fluidity is always tied to attentive listening, where the ends of caressed notes, give direction to the beginnings of others.

It’s apparent that Tansman’s music as represented in this collection, Pour Les Enfants, has a bounty of teaching value. Each one, even designated as “VERY EASY,” encompasses a musical/technical challenge that incrementally grows musicianship.

My Day 2 highlighted favorites:

A Hanon-like charmer

An Old World ear-grabber

Another gem

Day 3 preferences:

A French-style Waltz

Finally, Tansman’s “Conclusion”

*** All 12 pieces in this collection were assimilated in 3 days of pure elation and joy. It sent a clear message that we need to preserve this sense of primordial love in all our practicing–embedding phrase after phrase with the awe of a first encounter.

About the Composer

Wiki summary: Alexandre Tansman was a Polish composer and virtuoso pianist of Jewish origin. He spent his early years in his native Poland, but lived in France for most of his life, being granted French citizenship in 1938. Wikipedia

Born: June 12, 1897, Łódź, Poland Died: November 15, 1986, Paris, France Education: University of Warsaw Albums: Polish Violin Concertos, Chamber Music with Clarinet

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From the Naxos Website

ALEXANDRE TANSMAN (1897 – 1986)

“Few composers in the twentieth century have such an exceptionally far-ranging career as Alexandre Tansman. Born in Poland in 1897 at Łódź, also the birthplace of his friend, the pianist Arthur Rubinstein, Tansman studied at the conservatory there and in Warsaw. He had as a fellow student the famous conductor and composer Paul Kletzki, who, as a violinist, took part in the first performance of Tansman’s now lost Piano Trio No. 1 and later conducted also in Paris his Fifth Symphony [Marco Polo 8.223379]. After winning in 1919 the three first prizes in the national composition competition organized in the newly established Polish Republic, Tansman settled in Paris, where he had the support and encouragement of Ravel and Roussel.

“He established friendly relations with composers of his own generation such as Milhaud and Honegger and was a member of the Ecole de Paris, a group of composers from central and eastern Europe that included Bohuslav Martinů, Marcel Mihalovici, Tibor Harsányi and Alexandre Tcherepnin. His compositions were conducted by the most famous conductors of the period, Serge Koussevitzky, Leopold Stokowski, Pierre Monteux, Vladimir Golschmann and Dimitri Mitropoulos.

“In 1927–28 he made his first tour of the United States, performing, with Koussevitzky and the Boston Symphony, his Second Piano Concerto, a work dedicated to Charlie Chaplin, who was present in the concert hall. In 1932–33 Tansman embarked on a world tour during which he had the opportunity, in India, to meet Ghandi. In New York he had the surprise of hearing his Four Polish Dances programmed by Toscanini with the New York Philharmonic. Later it was thanks to a committee established by Toscanini, Chaplin, Ormandy and Heifetz that he and his family were able to leave France, occupied at the beginning of the Second World War. During his exile in America his career underwent considerable development and his works were played by the best American orchestras (New York, Cleveland, San Francisco, Minneapolis, Los Angeles, St Louis, Washington, and Cincinnati). He lived in Los Angeles and counted Stravinsky among his closest friends. From this almost daily contact later came a book on the Russian composer that is still regarded as authoritative.

“When he returned to Paris, his European activity resumed. His works were directed by the most renowned conductors of the day, such as Rafael Kubelik, André Cluytens, Jascha Horenstein, Ferenc Fricsay, Charles Brück, Jean Fournet and Bruno Maderna. There were regular commissions from French radio and this final period brought an important number of compositions, among them the oratorio Isaië le Prophète, the opera Sabbataï Zevi and the Concerto for Orchestra [Marco Polo 8.223757].”

from Arioso7's Blog (Shirley Kirsten) https://arioso7.wordpress.com/2017/03/12/experiencing-the-first-sunrise-in-your-playing/

[fandomvariousness]

Request:  "A dirty truth or dare with all the Riot Club ending in a fight between Guy and Dimitri ( I can't believe what I'm asking omg) for the reader😉😘"

gifs are not mine.

“I dare you to french kiss with a person in front of you.” Harry spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes, making you regret choosing a dare instead of truth.

You diverted your gaze in front of you only to see a gap between Guy and Dimitri. You giggled as they looked at each other and started bickering which one of them should make out with you.

“Guys, stop.” You laughed, gaining their attention. “I’ll kiss with both of you if you’re so persistent.”

[ijustwant2write]

Car Share-Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

(GIF credit to @cast-away-my-doubt)

Masterlist

Summary: (requested by anonymous): ‘dimitri mitropoulos imagine? How about reader goes to the bull head and sees what he’s done and said to Lauren and since he’s so drunk and around friends so he keeps up his macho hedonist front that sparks a fight? He try’s (or does) get reader back? I love your work!!’

Characters: Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: swearing, verbal abuse to women, some physical too, mention of drugs, mention of sexual acts

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“(Y/N), thank you so much for this, you really didn’t have to give me a lift.” Lauren said as I parked up at the Bull’s Head.

“It’s fine. Miles needs your help and he’s my friend too.” I smiled at her.

“You can go back to the uni, we’ll get a taxi back. Lauren, it’s absolutely fine. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, it’s going to cost you loads to get back this time of night.”

“OK, I’ll be back in a bit.”

She got out of the car, smoothing down her dress before hastily walking inside. It was a very strange text for her to recieve, especially from Miles. But he was with his little club, he was probably pissed and wanted an easy way home. I wished that he hadn’t joined them, he wasn’t the type of guy they usually took in. However, I couldn’t be a hypocrite to myself; I may have not liked what the club did, but there was one particular member who I somehow couldn’t hate.

Dimitri Mitropoulos, the stunning Greek that I had the pleasure of sitting next to in many lectures. Like his friends, he was charming, charismatic, and surprisingly nice to me. As awkward as it was to say, my family were rich, though definitely not the richest at the university. I had assumed Dimitri would look down on me like they did everyone else, so I was shocked when we held a conversation throughout the whole lecture instead of listening to our professor. We had even been on a couple of dates, though nothing was official yet. Though many had commented on that, wondering just as much as I was; he hadn’t thrown me away like the other girls he ‘dated’, but some doubt still crept in now and then.

I scrolled through all my social media on my phone as I waited, checking the time every so often. I realised quite a lot of time had passed since Lauren left, and they’re was a strange feeling in my stomach. It wouldn’t hurt to check on her, I knew the guys anyway. As I got out of the car and into the pub, I was surprised with how small it was, not a place I would find the Riot Club. They’re were mostly old people and a big family, no young people besides us. I remembered that they had mentioned the back room being privately rented to them, heading there quickly. But before I entered, I heard their voices, and what I heard made me stop.

“How would you like to make three hundred pounds tonight?”

There were hushed giggles from the boys as Lauren questioned him. as did I from outside.

“You see, we had this lady friend, um....the landlord sent her away.”

There was an objection from Miles before Lauren silenced him.“What sort of lady friend?”

There were different voices shouting out by now.“Service industry, just a few blowjobs!”

Miles spoke out again.“OK, that’s my girlfriend, could you please stop!”

“OK, sorry, sorry!” I realised that it was Alistair.“I didn’t realise that you two were exclusive. What was it you said earlier? Girls for now, girls for later?”

MY mouth opened in shock at Miles’ words. How could he say a thing like that?! I was denying how the club was going to effect him, that he wouldn’t turn out like the rest, but there he was, talking about women like they were nothing. He started to defend himself, though no one was backing him up. I was about to barge in when Dimitri’s voice rang out; was he going to calm the situation down?

“Chaps, chaps!” everyone quietened down.“I think that’s a bit insulting to Lauren actually.”

I left out a sigh of relief.

“Three hundred quid? No, no, no, surely it should be something that actually makes a difference?”

What was happening?

“Like, um....twenty-seven grand? That’s three years tuition fees, just for a few blowjobs.”

That was it. 

I threw the doors open dramatically, eyes wide like a maniac as they landed on Dimitri. He looked scared, as did everybody else, though for different reasons. 

The table was scattered with empty bottles of wine and champagne, as well as the glasses they were poured into. Bowls of pudding were also amongst the mess, none of them eaten. The boys looked drunk, were acting drunk, and from the look of their eyes, they had taken something else that night too.

“Oh, fuck, who’s this?” one shouted out.

“It’s (Y/N)! Oh, it’s Dimitri’s piece!” Guy slurred.

“(Y/N),” Dimitri hastily stood up, almost knocking his chair over,“what-”

“I gave Lauren a lift. We assumed Miles would be pissed and she would need help getting him home.” I snapped.“How dare you say those things to Lauren, who do you think you all are?”

“Oh enough with the theatrics.” Alistair whined as he smoked.

“Miles,” Lauren caught his attention,“well?”

“I-I mean it’s your choice.”

Oh for fucks sake.

“It’s my choice?”

“No, what I meant was, it’s a lot of money-”

“She’s not a prostitute Miles!” I interrupted.“You can get home by yourself, come on Lauren.”

“(Y/N), just shut up, let the couple...or not couple have their moment.” Dimitri waved his hand dismissively at me. 

I scowled at him.“You’re all drunk, and I’m expecting drugs to be involved. We’ll go and you can go back to your little party.”

“Little party? Do you know how much we’re spending here tonight?”

“Do I look like I give a shit?”

“Oh here she goes, pretending like she doesn’t care!”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s all you ever do is pretend. Pretend that I’m not in the club, pretend I don’t do things like this with the lads, pretend that I actually care about you!”

I could feel my tough exterior fading away.

“God, it’s pathetic. I’m in the fucking Riot Club! I don’t have relationships, I just fuck whoever I want to! Don't they say that the truth comes out when you're drunk? Especially when you're shitfaced." he giggled as he lost his balance.

"What are you saying?"

"Do you really think this...whatever the hell we're doing was serious? I needed someone to do the work for me, the fucking was an added bonus."

"You're an arsehole, how dare you speak to me like that, and Lauren?! We're people, women are people! And I know you're just acting macho to try and impress your friends, act like you don't have feelings."

"(Y/N), stop trying to justify this. He fucked you, then fucked you over. Leave while you still have some dignity left." Alistair frowned at me.

"You want to talk to me about dignity? Look what you've done to this place! You have no respect for others, as we just witnessed, and you're all acting like a bunch of arrogant twats."

"What's wrong girls? You think you're better than us?" Ed said from behind us. He and Harry were blocking the doors, my heart rate accelerating as I thought about what they could do to us.

I turned around."Morally, yes."

"Wouldn't touch them with a barge pole."

"We've got the best sperm in the country, you should be on your knees thanking us for letting you drink it." Harry smirked, the rest of the boys getting rowdy.

"Dimitri," I caught his attention, his act slowly fading away,"you're just going to let this happen are you?"

He straightened his back."It's the club-"

"Oh, for fucks sake-"

"Just leave (Y/N), before things get worse."

"I think we're past that."

"Chaps, let them go."

I stared at Dimitri, not believing how quickly this all turned around. Lauren went to open the door, pushing it the wrong way. Ed seemed to go to help her, but instead forcefully turned her around and kissed her, Lauren's whimpers cried out as she wriggled around. Miles and I yelled out for them to stop, both being restrained by the boys. Although I wanted to help her, I started to worry for my own safety. Guy easily held me back as he laughed, and I had never felt so scared in my life. Suddenly, I was yanked away from Guy’s grasp, it was Dimitri, looking angry at his friend; even though I was thankful for the rescue, I shoved him off of me, crying as I ran after Lauren. She was way ahead of me,  but I soon caught up, unlocking my car, both of us breathing heavily as we climbed in.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N). I shouldn’t have let you come here.” Lauren breathed out.

“No, don’t be. You haven’t done anything wrong.” I sniffed, wiping away my tears as I started the engine, speeding away from the place as I tried to push aside what just happened.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

‘Miles tried talking to me in the library. Told him to leave us alone or we’ll report them’

I quickly replied to Lauren, hoping that she was OK. I hadn’t left my room since I got in last night, curled up in my bed, trying to not to think about the night before. How could they be like that? I understood that they did horrible things, but I had never expected that. When Ed forced his kiss upon Lauren, the breath had been knocked out of me; there were so many of them and two of us. No, don’t think that much into it, just be grateful nothing else happened.

Deciding to get some fresh air, I dressed casually, grabbing my phone and keys before leaving. It was a quiet Sunday at the university, the rain adding to the gloomy effect. Aimlessly walking down the halls, I froze in my place as I saw who was crowded ahead of me. Most of the club were sat or stood around, looking hungover and miserable. Before I could run away, they all looked up at me, Dimitri not even hesitating before heading towards me. Spinning on my heel, I sped up my pace, not sure which way to turn to get away from him. But he caught up to me sooner than expected.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) wait!” Dimitri shouted.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I snapped back.

“Please, I want to apologise!”

For some reason, I stopped, waiting for him to catch up. He rounded me to stand in front, looking disheveled.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry,” he held me hands but I snatched them away,“I...I know what I said, and you were right, it was a front. I absolutely care about you, the club, it’s just...”

“I can’t believe what you said to Lauren last night.” I mumbled.

He sighed.“I wasn’t expecting her to say yes! I knew she would say no, it was all a big joke!”

“It wasn’t funny! Do you know how vulnerable we felt in there? What sort of situation did that look like to you?”

“I wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible. Some dickhead texted Lauren to mess with Miles, and things got out of hand.”

“Do you actually have anything meaningful to say to me? Cause if not I’m leaving.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

“I don’t think you can.”

“No, there has to be something. Please, I...I regret everything I said. I do care about you. I want to keep taking you out, treating you to nice things, and-”

I backed away from him.“Dimitri, I think it’s going to take some time for me to even be near you.”

“What are you saying?”

“Just, stay away from me for now. Perhaps...perhaps things will change in future, but not now.”

He nodded.“If that’s what it takes.”

He slumped away, looking over his shoulder one last time. The tears I was holding back spilled out, and I found myself ugly sobbing, though it was drowned out by the heavy rain. Finding another way back to my room, I slammed the door shut, collapsing onto my bed again. Why was I so conflicted about this? I should hate him, I hated the others, why not him? It was all too confusing, it started to give me a headache. Would I stay true to my word? Would it take time for me to even come close to forgive him? Who knew, and did I care in that moment? Yes, too much.

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‘I like you either way’-Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

(GIF credit to @club-riot)

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Summary: requested by @champagneholland : ‘Dimitri wants to go out with the reader, even if she is not interested at all. After insisting for days and days, she accepts. The reader does everything not to impress him (no makeup, casual clothes...) and this makes Dio fall for her even more’

Characters: Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

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Feeling something hit the back of my head, I looked around, confused at the sensation. On the floor was a scrunched up piece of paper, which I assumed was the object that hit me. As I glanced around the library, I couldn’t find the culprit, seeing everyone staring at their computers, their noses deep in a book or drowning beneath plies and piles of paperwork. I opened the piece of paper, scoffing as I read the message inside.

You look like you could use a break.

Let me take you out for lunch?

Dimitri

Rolling my eyes, I placed it beside me, not bothering to reply. I knew Dimitri, like most boys he was only after one thing, and I was not going to fall into his traps. He was a typical fuckboy, Dimitri loved to play games and pick up then drop girls whenever he pleased. I continued with my work, thinking that after my rejection he would leave me alone, perhaps move on to another girl in the room. Before I could even type another word, another ball of paper was thrown at me. I stayed still, waiting to see if anything else would happen; when nothing did, I put my focus back on the computer, until another piece of paper flew at me. Angrily grabbing the paper, I read the two messages again.

Surely you’re not ignoring me?

Come on, let’s get out of here

Standing up, I grabbed all three pieces of paper, heading towards the bin. Making a statement, I threw them in there, coincidentally finding Dimitri as I turned back around. He was sat at a computer, watching me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as I walked back to my seat. I couldn’t see any stationary or books around him, surely he hadn’t come all the way here to bother me? And by sending my messages on a piece of paper? How old were we, 12?

After forcing myself to work for a few more hours, I finally decided to stop, needing to have a break from uni life. Dimitri had disappeared, much to my luck, and I could walk back to my dorm in peace. My pace was sluggish, the weight of the laptop, books and files were pulling me down. I was practically leaning against my door as I unlocked it, only to be stopped by my neighbour.

“Hey, (Y/N), Dimitri dropped by earlier, he was asking for you.” She explained.

“Did you tell him where I was?”

“No cause I didn’t know. But he seemed very persistent.”

“If he ever comes back and asks you again, don’t tell him please.”

“Why don’t you give him a chance? It seems he has his eye on you.”

“He seems to have his eye on a lot of things, I am not something he can just buy with his shed load of cash.”

The next few days went on like this. He would try to catch me after my classes, or if we were ever in the same room he would try to sit next to me; notes were still being passed to me and some days he even got me small gifts! They were usually food or drinks that I had been craving whilst studying but the freaky thing was that he knew exactly what to get. It was starting to get a little suspicious, seeing that he was paying attention to every little detail. I knew his way with women, which is what I was scared of, but I had never heard of him doing this for anyone else.

“Dimitri,” I sighed as I saw him waiting outside my room,“you know this is borderline stalking, right?”

He ignored my statement, blocking me from the door.“Let me take you out. Please, even if it’s just a drink.”

“No thank you.”

“Why not? You’ve never even given me a reason!”

I shoved him out of the way, starting to unlock the door.“Because I’ve seen what you do to girls. You and your little club find it funny to mess around with us, treat us like we’re important until you get bored. I am not going to put myself through that.”

As I closed the door, Dimitri held his arm out to stop it. I saw his face soften as I kept the door open, though his arm stayed where it was in case I slammed it in her face again.

“Give me one chance. I promise that nothing will happen if you don’t want it to. And if you don’t feel any different after, then I’ll leave you alone.”

I huffed, now debating the decision in my head. Although I was still cautious of him, Dimitri wouldn’t have put all of this effort in if he was just going to dump me straight afterwards; however there was still something in my mind telling me to be careful, to tread lightly around him in case he had been put up to this or was looking for a casual fuck. Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind that would put him to the ultimate test.

“Alright, you can take me out.” 

His eyes widened in shock.“Really?”

“Yes, but you’ve got to stick to your word.”

“Well then, I’ll be picking you up at eight tonight.” His cheeky tone came back as he winked at me, walking away merrily.

Time went by, though it didn’t bother me. I was in no rush to get ready. What I had planned would throw him off, he wouldn’t want to even be seen with me. It was five to eight, he would be here soon. Standing up, I checked my appearance in the mirror, satisfied with how I looked; though Dimitri wouldn’t be. There were knocks at the door, and I suddenly felt very excited. As I opened the door, I relished in Dimitri’s face as he saw my attire. All that I had on was a pair of my scruffiest jeans, an old graphic t-shirt, a worn out jacket and converse shoes. I hadn’t bothered with my hair, it was still in a messy bun from my nap and my makeup was just some chap stick. Bet he didn’t see that coming.

“Are we ready to go?” I asked, smirking. He would definitely not want to take me out looking like this.

“Well, I didn’t specify where we were going, my fault. Come on, we don’t want to be late.” He started to walk away, leaving me confused.

“Wait, what?” I stuck my head out of the door, watching as he kept on walking.

“We have reservations, it would be a shame if we missed it.”

I scurried after him, now wishing that I had actually made an effort. Surely he wouldn’t make me go out looking like this? Apparently he would, as he made no further comment. We walked side by side in silence, though I could have easily ranted on to him about letting me change. No, I couldn’t let him win, he’d change his mind by the end of the night. 

In true Dimitri style, he drove us in his flashiest car, not abiding to the speed limits or any rules of the road. He had the music blasting, sometimes a cringy song would come on and he would lip sync to it, glancing over to me every now and then; I wanted to laugh, though I couldn’t let him know I was enjoying myself. He pulled up in front of a restaurant that was known to be five stars as well as play host to many celebrities and those with more money than they could count. Dimitri looked natural in a place like this, I probably would have too if I was dressed accordingly. Without a second glance, Dimitri handed his keys to the valet driver, holding out his hand to me. I grabbed onto it without thinking, hating the fact that I was cowering behind him. 

We swiftly entered the restaurant and Dimitri waltzed up to the hostess, stating his name. As she scanned for the name, I didn’t miss the glance she threw my way, scrunching her nose up at my attire. I was starting to get fed up with the way she was looking at me and Dimitri could sense this.

“Sir, there is a dress code and your girlfriend does not reach our standards.” She pointed out, making a show of looking me up and down again.

Dimitri reached into his jacket, pulling out a wad of cash and throwing it down on the table in front of her.“Yes she does.”

“Right this way, sir.”

At first I thought that would be my ticket out of there. But after seeing him bribe her, I knew it wouldn’t work. Dimitri still had a hold of my hand, pulling me along after the hostess. I eyed him closely, waiting for him to slip up and glance at the hostess’ bum, something I could call him out on. To my surprise, none of that happened and we arrived at our table within seconds. Dimitri pulled out my chair for me, pushing it in as I sat down and looked around the room. Everyone had basically stared at me as I walked in, turning up their noses. I suddenly felt self conscience, though I wouldn’t let Dimitri see that.

“Don’t let them get to you. You look beautiful.” He commented. Perhaps I wasn’t the best actress.

I didn’t reply, instead picking up the menu and scanning what to eat. My eyes widened at the price list, never seeing anything so expensive in my life.

“Get whatever you want.” He spoke up again, noticing my uneasiness.

I kept looking over the menu, only to be startled slightly when a waiter started to pour wine even though we hadn’t ordered it.

Dimitri smiled.“I come here quite a lot, it’s my favourite place.”

“You bring the other girls here too?”

“No, only the pretty ones. So just you.”

I hid my blushing face behind the menu.“You shouldn’t be drinking, you’re driving remember?”

“I’ll get us a taxi, someone can pick up my car later.”

My shoulders slumped in defeat. He had an answer for everything, perhaps I wouldn’t win tonight. It was pointless, I had made a fool of myself, humiliating myself in front of a number of people. The waiter returned and took our orders, and I could no longer hide behind a menu.

“(Y/N), why are you trying so hard to not enjoy yourself?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the table.

“I’m not.” I defended.

“I understand why you didn’t want to come out with me.”

I didn’t say anything, wanting him to continue.

“I’m a player, I know that. But...fuck this is cheesy, but I didn’t want to be like that when I met you.”

“Why?”

“I just thought you stood out from everyone I had been with. You don’t care about my money, which is a first I must say. Plus you’re so more much interesting than the others.”

“You make it sound like you’ve been with a lot of girls, Dims.”

He sighed.“I won’t lie to you. You know the truth anyway.”

“Which is why I didn’t want to come.” I took a swig of my wine.

“Is this why you dressed like this? Why you’ve got this attitude tonight?”

I nodded.

“You could be wearing a potato sack as a dress and I still wouldn’t care.”

“What?”

“(Y/N), you don’t realise how much I like you. I couldn’t give a shit about how you dress. Though in all honesty, I wouldn’t mind treating you to a few things.”

I laughed, shaking my head as I did so.“I...I just don’t know Dimitri, we’re different people.”

“Opposite attract.”

I couldn’t help but smile again.“There’s no winning with you tonight, is there?”

My plan went straight out the window after that. After I let loose, it turned out that I had an incredible evening. Dimitri was charismatic and charming (though I already knew that) but it didn’t come off as snobbish. It attracted me to him more. I no longer cared about my clothes or how everyone was disapprovingly looking at us as we laughed out loud or messed around. Even when leaving in the taxi, we were still laughing, holding hands once again; however this time it wasn’t out of fear, it was because I wanted too.

Just like when we left, we were silent as Dimitri walked me to my dorm. We stopped outside my door, and then came the awkward encounter every person went through on their first dates.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” Dimitri teased, still holding one of my hands.

I smiled at the ground.“I’ll admit, I had a really good time. I’m just sorry for the way I acted earlier, it was very childish.”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter anymore. I just wanted to show you that I could treat girls nicely, I’ve been a right twat in the past but I’ve changed. I wanted to change for you.”

“I’m sorry about the way I dressed too, I should have made an effort.”

“It doesn’t matter what you look like, I like you either way.”

“You know, I didn’t think I’ll be doing this.”

“Doing what-”

I cut him off by pulling his head down to reach mine, kissing him quickly. It seemed that he wasn’t satisfied with that, pushing me against my door as he kissed me again. When we finally parted, I smirked as I unlocked my door, closing it slowly.

“You’re not going to tease me like that are you?” he moaned.

“Dimitri, you said you were a changed man. That means no sex on the first date now.”

“What about the second one?”

I shrugged.“We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”

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requested by anon.

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You: “Why are you acting this way?! I thought we were getting along!” Dimitri: “We never did. I don’t hang out with people like you.” You: “You’re fooling yourself.”

Two months later:

Alistair: “I heard you and Dimitri are dating now?” You: “We talked about it. About everything. He was afraid for.. I don’t know, losing things. But we’re happy now. He makes me happy now.” Alistair: “He deserves someone like you, (Y/N). As long as he doesn’t become a softy!”

requested by destielsterekwinchester.

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Marshmallow [Dimitiri Mitropoulos]

Prompt: Dimitri is having a drink at the pub with his girlfriend and friend, letting his soft side out for the world to see [x].

Pairing: Dimitri Mitropoulos x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Riot Club

Warnings: incredibly cheesy (and out of character) Dimitri. 

A/N: Here’s hoping I get into writing again. I hope you like this.

Only Guy noticed it at first. He was, after all, Dimitri’s best friend since the first day of school. And to be fair, it wasn’t an obvious sign. It was the way his eyes lit up and his smile grew in size as soon as he saw her. 

“Here’s your beer,” she said, a bright smile on her face that only rivaled his. Dimitri held his hand out and took the glass from her, moving a little so she could sit right next to him. She had brought a glass of wine for herself, and started sipping on it once she was sat by his side. 

“Come here,” he muttered, extending his arm over her shoulders and bringing him closer to his body. 

James was now aware of it too. It wasn’t that Dimitri was completely insensitive, but he never showed this degree of affection unless (Y/N) was present. The blonde smirked in amusement as he watched the pair, now cuddling up against each other. 

“I’m so happy you were able to come with me tonight,” Dimitri whispered in her ear before taking a sip from his beer. 

“I realized the essay isn’t due until next week,” she answered, her voice equally low. 

Dimitri grinned and placed light kiss on her forehead, turning to face a smirking James and an eye-rolling Guy. 

“Truth is, we’re all very glad you’re here,” George chirped from the other side of the table, munching happily on the contents of a tupperwear that looked very suspicious. Seeing the way she was looking at it, George leaned forward, offering it to her. “Kidney? My mum made it,”

“Er, no thanks, George,” she refused, a kind smile grazing her features. “It looks good though,”

George nodded before taking another spoonful to his mouth. He turned and offered some to Hugo, who (more blatanly) told him he didn’t want any. 

Dimitri was looking at her. And that’s when Hugo noticed. The way he was doing it - like it was both the first and the millionth time he did so, amused him. It was like Dimitri didn’t want to miss a single thing about her, not even the lightest freckle - but at the same time knew her features better than the palm of his hand.

There was such devotion in his eyes that Hugo was completely and utterly sure his friend had found his soulmate. 

“Is that the lipstick I bought you?” Dimitri asked, his eyes focused on his girlfriend’s red lips. “You look gorgeous,”

She nodded, smiling up at him.  

“Doesn’t she, lads?” Dimitri then turned to his friends, who paused on their conversations and interactions to pay attention to what the Greek had said. “Isn’t she the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?”

(Y/N)’s cheeks blushed a shade so red it only rivaled the one on her lips. She cuddled into Dimitri’s chest, attempting to hide the red in her face before any of the boys noticed. Easier said than done. 

“You look ravishing,” Harry said, nodding his head and raising his cup to her. And more than that, to the way Dimitri had spoke. With such pride - such admiration. He knew Dimitri was completely head over heels about (Y/N), and everything about the way he had spoken reaffirmed it. He knew himself to be the luckiest man on Earth, and he had no trouble in showing it. 

“Oh, you’re charming,” (Y/N) said, smiling at the brunette while sipping from her glass of wine. 

Dimitri chuckled as he turned to talk to Guy and James about the new members they had to recruit for the oncoming year, but he didn’t separate an inch from her body. But the way he held her gave Ed and Toby all the proof they needed. It was like he needed her to be as close as possible, and not because he was possessive or controlling, but because he just couldn’t be without her. It was like they were the same person, one same entity. 

“How was your holiday, (Y/N)?” George asked, smiling up at her. Out of all of the boys, George was the one she was the closest with. “Dimitri said you had a great time.”

“We did!” She chirped, giving a light jump on her seat. “We visited the Giza pyramids. I think that was the thing I was the most excited about, although getting to see the Valley of the Kings was bloody amazing as well. It is a shame that we only got to visit one tomb, but still - best holiday to the date.” 

“I love it when you get so into things,” Dimitri whispered in her ear. “It’s so bloody adorable.” 

George saw it. The way he listened to her. He knew her perfectly, and that was because he was always paying attention. (Y/N) was the most interesting person in his eyes, and he made sure to show it. 

“You know, Dim,” Guy said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure everybody here find the both of you as adorable as I do, but please, please - can you focus on the meeting at hand?” 

Dimitri imitated his friend’s gesture and rolled his eyes. “Sure thing, Guy,” he said. 

George practically melted. “I swear - you’re the most adorable couple I’ve ever met.”

“Not to mention that Dimitri is the softest guy ever when he’s with her,” Harry said, smirking. 

“He’s like a marshmallow,” Hugo added, his smirk matching Harry’s. 

Dimitri glared at his friends, but let out a little laugh. Before turning to face Guy, though, he pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

(Y/N) blushed, completely aware that all of the boys were watching their interaction. Some of them, George and Toby, couldn’t contain their joy. “I love you too.”

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Childish Affairs [Dimitri Mitropoulos]

Prompt: Reader is Guy’s little sister, and after all of his controlling and over-protectiveness, the reader gets tangled with one of his best friends as her way of rebelling against him (x).

Pairing: Guy Bellingfield x Fem!Reader (platonic), Dimitri Mitropoulos x Fem!Reader (romantically)

Fandom: The Riot Club.

A/N: I actually really like this? It’s a lot different to what I had in mind, but I really like how it turned out. Hope you do too! Also, reader in here is 18 (she’s Guy’s younger sister). Also, the request included Guy finding out and getting angry at Dim, which is why I will write a sequel to this imagine that will include that.

(Y/N) scoffed and stop her feet down in anger. Her brother’s gaze was equally challenging, and since he refused to step down, so did her. Both of them knew they wouldn’t get anywhere with their reactions, as they were equally stubborn. But that didn’t stop them. 

A sudden bell ring distracted them both. Guy frowned, and it was obvious that he wasn’t expecting whoever that was. 

“Mr. Mitropoulos, sir,” the butler announced. Guy nodded, and a few seconds later, a handsome boy was standing next to him, grinning. 

“Mate,” Guy greeted, smiling. 

“Hello (Y/N),” Dimitri said, a smile grazing his features. 

(Y/N) smiled back at him. A soft, warm smile, completely opposite to the way she was glaring at Guy just a moment earlier. It wasn’t a secret that Dimitri was, besides from Guy, his favorite out of all of Guy’s friends. And apparently, judging by the way he was looking at her, he quite like her too. 

Guy cleared his throat. “What brings you to our lovely home, mate?” 

Dimitri looked at his friend, smirking. “You owe me a beer, remember?”

Guy’s cheeks tinted red. “And you want to go now?”

“What, do you have anything better to do?” Dimitri questioned, chuckling. 

Guy shrugged, but (Y/N) answered before he could say a single word. “He wants to watch over me to make sure I don’t go to some party,” she said, a smirk on her lips that resembled the Greek’s. 

“Mate, come on,” said Dimitri, placing his arm over his friend’s shoulder. “You can’t be serious.”

“I don’t trust those guys. Especially him,” Guy said, simply. It was obvious that he thought this was a matter he’d rather discuss without his friend present, but right now he didn’t have another choice.

“They’re just like you,” (Y/N) retorted, rolling her eyes. “And he’s my boyfriend.”

“Exactly!” Guy bellowed. 

Dimitri, however, remained calm in the face of his friend’s exasperation. “Look. She’ll be fine,” he muttered, smiling at the girl. “And if she has any trouble, she can call us. She knows I’m always there for her.”

The tone in his voice was different. He didn’t mean it as her brother’s friend. And she noticed. 

As soon as Guy opened his mouth to say something to contradict his friend, (Y/N) was quick on her toes as she turn around and ran, bolting out of the house without a second thought.

(Y/N) knew what she needed to do but wasn’t sure she wanted to. She held the thin fabric of the linen sheet to her chest as she sat up on the bed, glancing to her side and catching sight of the boy laying next to her. 

She reached for her phone, and grunted as she saw the notification that alerted her that Guy had called her 6 times and she hadn’t picked up. She definitely did not want to cross him now. 

So, logically, she called the only other person that would get her out of that damned house. Her brother’s best friend. 

“I’ll be right there,” had been Dimitri’s words as she hung up. Four words she hung onto like a lifeline as she picked her clothes out of the floor as silently as she could, careful not to wake the sleeping boy. 

As she peered out the window and saw the black Masseratti parking across the street, she let out a breath of relief as she walked quickly but quietly out of the cold apartment. No matter what, his apartment was always cold. Perhaps that was why she hated it so much. Because it was exactly like him. Cold and distant. 

“Thank you,” she whispered as she hoped inside the inside of Dimitri’s car. It was warm, to which she shuddered in pleasure. 

“Anytime,” he answered. He placed his hands on the wheel and turned to her. “Where to?”

“Anywhere,” she said, looking at him.

His eyes sparkled. He started the engine and drove off, and much to her content, he wasn’t taking her home. 

Dimitri’s flat was a lot different from what she had thought. She didn’t expect it to be as comfy, and warm, and home-ly as it was. But it was a good surprise.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” He offered. 

She turn to face him. “Why don’t you head back to bed? It’s really and I must’ve woken you,”

Dimitri shrugged. “I don’t feel like sleeping anymore,” he said, offering her a soft smile. 

“Me neither,” she answered. “And a cup of tea would be great.”

(Y/N) sat down on the black leather couch as Dimitri busied himself in the kitchen. Her eyes traveled every single surface she could set them on, trying to learn more about the black haired boy. It all confirmed what she already thought: he was a nice guy, trying to pretend he wasn’t. She guessed she was probably one of the only people to ever see this side of him. And at the moment, she didn’t know why. 

“Here,” he said, coming to sit beside her, holding two cups of hot tea.

She grabbed it and took it to her mouth straight away, regretting it when she burned the tip of her tongue with the hot drink. 

“Why did you call me?” He asked. It didn’t come out as blunt, or rude. It was genuine concern. 

“I couldn’t call Guy. Imagine what he’d say if I called him at three AM, asking him to pick me up at the one place he didn’t want me to be, after getting my heart broken by the one person he ever warned me about,” she explained without looking at him, her eyes fixed on the cup. 

“He broke your heart?” He asked, not looking at her either. 

“He didn’t do anything to me, if that’s what you’re wondering,” she said. “He’s not a bad person. He���s just - not right for me. He never was, to be honest. And I think I always knew. I didn’t even - I don’t think never even liked him. That’s what hurts the most.” 

“Then why were you with him?” He asked. He was afraid his questions were a bit too personal, but he couldn’t help himself.

She chuckled. “To challenge Guy,” she said. “Guy never liked William, you know. Ever since I met him at school, he was weary of him. And it’s fine. He’s my big brother and I understand he wants to look out for me. But then he started getting - too overprotective. Too controlling. I like that he’s got my back. But I don’t like him thinking I can only do what he says.”

Dimitri nodded. He understood. And he understood both of them. He knew Guy’s and (Y/N)’s parents weren’t really there. Hell, none of them were. Neither were his, or any of the boy’s. So Guy had assumed the parental figure role to keep her safe. He was aware (Y/N) was the only person Guy truly cared about.  

“You could always use me,” he whispered, taking a sip of his drink. (Y/N) choked on her drink, to which Dimitri chuckled. “Was that too upfront?”

“Way too upfront,” she said, laughing. Her voice was hushed. “I don’t want you to be part of my childish affairs, though.” 

“What?” Dimitri questioned. 

“I said it,” she muttered. “I like you. And I don’t want you to be part of my rebellion against Guy.” 

Dimitri placed his cup on the coffee table. He’d barely taken a sip. She copied his action when she saw him turning to face her. Dimitri leaned in, but waited before connecting their lips into a kiss for any sign of inconformity. He wouldn’t do it if she didn’t want to. 

But then she leaned closer to him and all self control he had was lost. He placed his lips on her, and kissed her lovingly, passionately. The kiss he always wanted to share with her. 

“You know,” he whispered as they pull away for air. “Being with me would anger Guy enough. And no -” he said once he saw her frowning. “I’m not saying that would be only reason. I’m just saying we could kill two birds with one stone.”

“Which are?” She questioned, a smile on her lips. 

“Well,” he said, his facial expression mirroring hers. “We get together, and you anger your brother. It’s a win-win situation.”

She laughed, shaking her head, kissing the grinning boy in front of her. No more need for childish affairs.