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You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under [ circumstances ]that I can control. I c h o o s e what I say and how I things. It’s like being { attracted } to a f i c t i o n a l character in a book.

[brittiism-blog]

curtis-bonnet:

“Never took you as a wallflower.” Curtis said. Then again, half the people he talked to were the wallflowers so it had to stop surprising him at some point. “I’m sure… it’d be far too weird if it wasn’t.” He agreed, looking over to the blonde with a small smile. “So where are we headed? Or would you rather we just eat in your car and part as new friends?”

Britt frowned in confusion. Wallflower? Was that like a flower on the wallpaper? She shook her head. Regardless, she didn’t think she was one - seeing as she was a person and all that. “I’m not. I just don’t like it when I’m the center of attention.” She glanced up at Curtis, quickly returning his smile. “Well, there’s a spot on the beach around the corner I like to sit and eat. If you’re up for it, that is.” 

[brittiism-blog]

sadiepratt:

Sadie’s eyes followed the guys’ paths as they walked away, almost enjoying the disappointment written across their faces. It didn’t usually bother her when other people flirted with Britt, or even those few times when she offered her attention in return, but something about the situation at hand had her feeling far more possessive than she should be. She attributed that feeling to the sheer amount of people invading their night, or maybe even the fact that it was meant to be their night in the first place, though she knew that wasn’t entirely true. If anyone could lie to themselves so convincingly, it was Sadie. 

With an exasperated exhale, she tore her gaze from the dispersing crowd, and as she turned to face her best friend, she found her far closer than expected. There was no chance to act before her lips were pressed against Sadie’s own, unexpected but… nice. It was so nice, actually, kissing Brittany Baker. It shouldn’t have been that nice… should it? Instinct would have been screaming at her to pull away, but her instincts were buried, whether by the drinks she’d consumed over the course of the night or the adrenaline still pumping through her veins from her victory— instead she leaned farther over the table, one hand pressing against the tabletop to support the pair as they kissed, lifting the other as if she were going to place it against the blonde’s cheek. But she stopped short, her hand simply hovering in the air beside Britt’s face as she reluctantly pulled back. 

Britt hadn’t been expecting herself to lean across and kiss Sadie, yet she had. And now Sadie was kissing her back, leaning in and pushing against Britt slightly, seemingly as eager as the blonde was. It was nice - no, screw nice - it was exhilarating and wonderful and over too quick. She felt the red head pull back, ending the kiss, Britt’s eyes belatedly fluttering open, the girl still frozen in place. A flush rose to her cheeks, the blonde realizing that that would be hard to play off. After all, it could hardly be considered platonic, could it? But she was best friends with Sadie wasn’t she? Rather close, but best friends, strictly platonic friends nevertheless. It was when her eyes met Sadie’s that she realized how hollow that sounded, how fake it felt. There was nothing platonic about the way her heart was beating out of her chest, nothing platonic about how much she wanted her lips against her’s once more. 

Fuck. Britt felt her stomach flip, the blonde recognizing exactly what this was, the flutters the same as they’d been around Dessa years ago. The shaky way her heart seemed out of time with the rest of the world was a stronger sensation of what she’d felt around Dimitiri, more intense and further from the ticking second hand of the clock than with him. She paused a moment too long, a hesitant smile gracing her lips. Sitting back down, she cleared her throat, trying to tell herself to act normal, to act as if she wasn’t experiencing a full blown anxiety attack at the moment, though her breathing was shallow and the world seemed so distant. “Thanks for getting refills.”

[brittiism-blog]

thomasxeverett:

Thomas had never intended for his comments to sound rude, but he was merely just stating the obvious. “Well, what book is it?” 

Britt glanced at the cover. “Looks like The Jungle, but then again....” She paused, glancing at the man opposite of her, turning the book so he could see the front cover. “You have to read it to find out yeah?” She knew it was petty and childish, but she couldn’t help herself. 

[brittiism-blog]

lilblondeflower:

Rapunzel nodded. She knew the secrets that were being spread around. In fact, she knew some of them had been started by people she knew better than she knew anyone else. It was annoying, sure, but rumors were rumors. What hurt the most was what the people she cared for thought of her and, so far, she was struggling with getting anything positive out of them. “Yeah it does. It’s okay. Talk is talk.” Rapunzel smiled shyly and dropped her gaze to the top of the bar. “Well maybe you do fly under the radar. Around here, who knows.”

Britt nodded in agreement, though she paused as a question occurred to her. Would it be rude to bring it up after they’d just agreed to set the gossip aside? Well, maybe not particularly, not if she phrased it the right way. “So just a moment, I’m a little confused. If Inna is your daughter.... And she’s Dimitri’s little sister.... does that make you Di’s mom too?” She wrinkled her nose, glancing over at the blonde, confused. Family trees never did make much sense to her. How could you have step siblings or half brothers? Were they actually related to them then? 

[pulsingvoid]

i like to ship the (ง︡’-‘︠)ง one with the (◡‿◡✿) one, always

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[cantcontrolthegay-deactivated20]

[brittiism-blog]

lilblondeflower:

“No! No, that’s okay. I-I-I sort of kept it a s-secret. Not many people knew she was really mine until recently. Don’t even worry. I-I’m not offended.” Rapunzel nodded slowly. She wished she could just slip under the radar but everything in her life had turned so dramatic that it felt like all eyes were on her at all times. “Well, I uh.. I-i wish I could do that but circumstances make it really hard for me. You’re honestly one of the few people here, though, that I think is noticed all the time. I mean… y-you’re gorgeous and very kind.”

Britt nodded, confused how you could keep a secret as large as a baby hidden in a town this small, but there were things that she would never understand. Did that mean that Raven had slept with Dimitri’s dad, since the kid was his baby sister? Ew. Britt inwardly cringed. No wonder the kid had looked so familiar. “I get that. I mean... I’m sure people talk a lot about stuff like this. That makes sense at least right?” She frowned at the other girl, her nose wrinkling in confusion. Pausing, she realized what Raven was saying - something that she’d rather avoid at any cost: public attention. “I hope you’re just being generous,” Britt murmured, laughing, trying to shake her uncomfortable feeling. “I don’t think I’d want to be noticed all the time.”

[brittiism-blog]

@sadiepratt

Sadie leaned back against the bar, watching on as guys filled up the table around Britt. She’d only been gone for a minute, but she guessed at Siren’s, that was just enough time for a cute girl sitting alone to get snatched up. Britt’s voice rose above the others, though at the distance she was standing, she still couldn’t quite make out exactly what she was saying. One by one, the men at the table tipped back their drinks, some kind of competition by the looks of it. Danny appeared over her shoulder, voicing his opinion on the matter. The blond would win, he thought— he’d place money on it. “ Like hell he will, ” Sadie muttered before making a beeline for the table. Swiping the last guy’s drink before he had a chance, Sadie downed it, placing the glass back on the table in a show of overdramatics. “ Alright, this is our table, you can all fuck off. ”

Britt had only been alone for a moment, Sadie promising to go get them another round when she felt the first pair of eyes on her, their gaze leaving a trail of fire along her side as they looked her up and down. Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered Britt, the blonde a regular customer at the Siren’s Song - used to getting checked out and often approached by men and women alike. But she also usually had Flynn behind the counter watching her or Dimitri swooping in when she started to catch too many eyes, or even Sadie beside her, hand coming to hold her’s and throw a death glare the other’s way. It wasn’t that Britt was uncomfortable with people finding her attractive - no, she was used to the constant compliments and the wandering eyes. It was when so many people paid attention to her that made her uncomfortable. As if sharks sensing blood in the water, a few men gathered around her table, asking how she was doing and would she like any company, beginning to squabble with each other over who was there first. Britt did the only thing she could think to do, short of getting up and leaving: stall them. 

Announcing that she would only talk to the one who could drink the most, Britt glanced over to the bar, hoping Flynn or Sadie would appear out of thin air and help her escape. What was taking so long? Even Danny would have been welcome to come over and shoo them all away, the blonde quickly feeling claustrophobic with the spotlight on her. One by one the men tipped their glasses back, each one taking larger and larger gulps than the other. And still, no one seemed to notice how uncomfortable Britt felt. Not until it was time for the last guy to drink his drink - a full pint glass that he seemed determined to drink all of, did Sadie show up again, taking the glass from his hands and downing it like it was nothing. You can all fuck off.  Britt had never felt quite so relieved, the blonde practically beaming at her best friend as the men filed away, grumbling to themselves that it wasn’t fair. A sense of relief washed over Britt, the blonde unsure what she was even doing, the girl leaning across the table as Sadie turned back to face her, her lips colliding with her’s before the redhead could open her mouth, kissing her.

[bocgieman-blog]

✞ - for my muse to talk about somebody’s death {Britt}

He’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, that she’d be a good girl and do as he told her, no questions asked. But it seemed the more he asked of her, the more… hesitant she became. He’d chosen her in large part due to her incredible gift, but also because she seemed mindless and empty, just waiting for someone to mold her and give her purpose, to put her to good use. Now that she’d glimpsed who he really was, what he was capable of, the ugliness behind the pristine exterior, there was no going back — for either of them. When he spoke, there was still a lilt to his voice, some pretense of kindness and civility that was undercut by his actual words. ❝ Miss Baker, I trust you to understand by now the ramifications of saying no to someone like me, ❞ Oliver started slowly, evenly, his lips curled up into a menacing smile, almost reminiscent of his other form. ❝ I don’t need to venture into detail about everyone you care for, do I? But perhaps just one — a sister, maybe? Or shall I describe to you the ways in which I would slowly and agonizingly kill Miss Pratt? ❞ It would be a regrettable loss, no doubt, but he’d always preferred the youngest Pratt anyway. The others lacked his easily pliable vision. ❝ I can’t quite decide if I would snatch that pendant from her cold, dead skin, let her scream in the sun for mercy. Or if I would fashion a lovely little stake and inch it through her heart as you were made to watch, helpless. On the contrary, you could be so much more than that if you just do exactly what I say, Miss Baker. Then you’ll never be helpless again. ❞ / @brittiism.

[barebackinq]

a strip club but instead of naked women its cute dogs that you give dog treats to for them to do tricks

[sadiepratt-blog1]

♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours || ™ - for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else {britt bc you lOVE ME}

♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours 

Sadie wasn’t entirely sure how they’d managed it, but somehow the two girls had tangled themselves together on the couch in a perfectly stable position for Sadie to paint her friend’s toenails a bright bubblegum pink while Britt painted hers with her favorite black polish. They’d probably gotten a few glances from Beau as he passed through the living room, but Sadie, for once, wasn’t paying attention to who was looking and what they were thinking. It was entirely out of character for her, simply saying ‘ fuck overthinking ‘ and enjoying what was happening before her, but somehow Britt had managed to bring it out of her. Britt, after all, was always the one to see a different side of her. A softer one. The echoing ring of the Pratts’ doorbell pulled Sadie from her thoughts, and her eyes darted immediately toward the stairs, hoping silently that one of her brothers would be so kind as to answer for her, let her remain in her happy little bubble. Then again, kindness wasn’t something that any of the siblings had been brought up with. Sighing, Sadie leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Britt’s cheek before untangling herself from the blonde, setting the bottle of nail polish aside as she made her way to answer the door. It hardly even hit her how domestic it was, what she’d just done. Hell, it hardly even hit her that she’d done it in the first place. 

™ - for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else

Sadie leaned back against the bar, watching on as guys filled up the table around Britt. She’d only been gone for a minute, but she guessed at Siren’s, that was just enough time for a cute girl sitting alone to get snatched up. Britt’s voice rose above the others, though at the distance she was standing, she still couldn’t quite make out exactly what she was saying. One by one, the men at the table tipped back their drinks, some kind of competition by the looks of it. Danny appeared over her shoulder, voicing his opinion on the matter. The blond would win, he thought— he’d place money on it. “ Like hell he will, ” Sadie muttered before making a beeline for the table. Swiping the last guy’s drink before he had a chance, Sadie downed it, placing the glass back on the table in a show of overdramatics. “ Alright, this is our table, you can all fuck off. ”

[brittiism-blog]

thomasxeverett:

Thomas let out a bit of sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, you would have to read it. Or at least read the inside over and it will probably tell you the synopsis of the book.” 

Britt paused. Did he really think she was that dumb? Granted, the questions about the suit color might have been a bit offbeat or unexpected or even considered stupid to some people, but she wasn’t a goddamn idiot. “I knew that,” she said finally. “It’s not like I’ve never read a book before in my life. I was just asking in case you’d ever read it.”

[brittiism-blog]

curtis-bonnet:

“And I should probably thank you for doing what you did. I don’t do well with crowds of people… so thank you for giving me a reason to leave. As for the disappearances- yeah. I have no idea why that happened. Or even what happened.” Curtis replied, shaking his head in sympathy for those who vanished. “I hope they know what they’re doing.”

"I don’t mind crowds... means less attention is on me.” The blonde paused, trying to think of what Curtis was thanking her for. For starting up a conversation? For helping him leave? “No big deal. After all, I can’t eat all this food by myself.” She could. “I hope it’s just a prank. I mean... I’m sure it is.” Britt shrugged, her mind more preoccupied with the snacks they’d scored. 

[curtis-bonnet-blog]

“I could kiss you right now!” {Britt}

“I mean… it was just mozzarella sticks… that’s no big deal.” Curtis muttered, rubbing the back of his head in an effort to hide his creeping blush. It always seemed to go right up to his ears. “Ok- maybe I also picked you flowers, but again, no biggie. No forced kisses are necessary to show me you appreciate them.” 

[arianagrandre]

You’re right. No more pitchforks, I promise.

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