CHARMING BOY.

Dimitri Croft. 29. Billionaire Diva.

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SIERRA MORETTI.

special delivery to the birthday boy ;  @dimacroft​.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Songbird of a tone wanted her appearance known in Dima’s home, shamelessly having a key in the male’s place before dropping her belongs on a table and shutting the door with her heels. The brunette knew having a key was often a horrifying choice, knowing walking in some having sex was tragic enough. Obviously, this is where her mind raced first instantly too - each time she went over to his place and hoping she wasn’t interrupting. Today is significant day because it was his birthday, one needed to be partied with the elegance of both of them. Money was no longer an issue for her. The teen Sierra would’ve never imagined how much progress she would have. Looking back, it made her smile because she showed everyone what’s up. Gracefully moving further into the home with her heels clicking on the floor, eventually seeing a tall figure in the kitchen. The sight of him caused her nude painted petals grew straightaway before humming softly, “Alright, it’s your day, handsome. We’re going out and I got you the best reservation to an exclusive restaurant up in Atlanta by your favorite celebrity chef. Don’t ask how I did it, I can only tell you I used my charm.” Slipping her arms around his waist and embracing him in a side hug, piercing blue hues glisten up at him before continuing on, “A limo because only we ride in style as king and queen. Plenty of liquor in the car, a few presents and most importantly, me as your date!” The cheerfulness to her tone spoke greatly before leaning up and planting a soft kiss upon his cheek. Arms unwrapping from his waist, creating some distance between them now. “No time to waste. The limo’s outside waiting for us and we need to get going. Don’t worry, I have plenty of surprises our way. Now, come on, sexy. Let’s go and have some hot ass sex in the limo.” The earlier of her response was serious but throughout her expressing of the words, preferably toward the end, she starting tease him a bit. After all, he did deserve to have birthday sex and there would be plenty of women to help get Dima laid. Looking at him, he was a catch. This much she knew. As Sierra lived, there should never be a birthday when you don’t have hot birthday sex in the end. 

If there was anything that Dimitri loved, it was attention. Always wanting to be seen as the life of the party, the younger Croft consistently sought out the greatest parties, the biggest events, and the best clubs to make an attendance — and with his name, there was sure to be an uproar wherever he went. Today of all days was no different, but he had another reason to want to be at the center of everyone’s attention; he was turning thirty. With thirty came the goodbyes of his younger days, although he certainly wasn’t wishing them away anytime soon, and even as he woke, stretched, felt a pop here or there, he knew he was getting old. Dimitri didn’t linger on the thought too much, and carried on with the rest of his day — ordered some coffee, some breakfast from his favorite cafe down the street, answered some texts and calls. Taking the day off of work was a welcomed relief as he simply enjoyed what the comforts of his apartment had to offer.

Before he knew it, the day was closing to an end. Between surprise visits from friends and many, many calls from London, Dimitri was more than a little weary, and felt the starts of a headache coming on. He rushed to the kitchen to grab some Aspirin, staring at his phone screen as he all but willed Malachi to call, or text, or at the very least post something on Instagram or Facebook for his birthday, a frown tugging hard on his lips. He hadn’t expected Malachi to act like he didn’t exist, but the notion stung. He wondered, briefly, if that was what it felt like when he pretended Malachi didn’t exist.

The arrival of a new face pulled his attention from his more depressing thoughts, and Dimitri immediately found a grin tugging on his lips as Sierra made her grand entrance. Of all the people in town, perhaps aside from Asher, Dimitri was closest with Sierra. Granted, he also had a massive crush on her like some lovestruck teenager, and he already felt the butterflies start up in his stomach at first sight of her, but she was his closest friend. His closest person. His. Dimitri swallowed the pill before he felt her arms snake around his waist, her voice traveling like music up to his ears. He didn’t think there was anything Sierra could do that he wouldn’t like.

“Look what the snow dragged in. Who gave you a key again?” Dimitri no longer tried to fight the smile to his voice or the way he seemed to glow around her. His blue eyes danced as he turned to face her, brushing his thumb against her cheek, while he radiated with joy. Her birthday surprise sounded like heaven, and the perfect way to end his day. “Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky with you, love. You spoil me.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before he begrudgingly untangled himself from her embrace, on the hunt to find his dress shoes. Once he was ready, Dimitri pocketed his phone in his coat jacket and gave Sierra a dazzling smile.

“You got me a limo? And there’s birthday sex involved with my favorite person on the planet?” He wrapped his arm around her waist as they slipped out his door and towards the elevator. Everything about his persona was cheerful, even as the elevator took a little longer to take them down to the main lobby, and even as others squeezed past them. Once in the comforts of it just being them two and a driver, Dimitri properly leaned towards her to capture her lips in his for a sweet kiss. “Everything about tonight is going to be perfect, but you’re the best out of it all.”

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HARLOW DE’MARTEL.

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It wasn’t as if she’d gone out of her way to find him. After Malachi’s visit upon coming home, she’d known that the moment she saw the other Croft that the long rounded list of punishment’s that circulated her mind for what he’d done to Kai would take form in any possible way she could make happen. Spotting him making his way into Lucky 32′s she plastered on a winning smile as she caught up, slipping her arm through the crook of his elbow to pull him to a stop, “Think you’ve got room for company? I hate eating alone.” 

The last thing he’d expected to happen was to be caught by the elbow and stopped, but just before the rude comment could leave Dimitri’s lips, he paused at the sight of Harlow. She was... something to Malachi, but he couldn’t quite remember what. Either way, a genuine smile made its way onto his lips as he looked at her. Dimitri liked Harlow. “It’s just me. You’re in luck.” He said, tipping his head towards hers. He continued walking, and held open the door for her. When they got settled into a booth, Dimitri scanned over the menu before looking across at his companion. “I’m shocked to see your little lap dog isn’t close by. He’s not here with you, is he?” Dimitri peered out of the window, searching for any sights of his brother, before giving up his search. “I mean, he’s okay, but sometimes I just like spending time with you, y’know?”

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ASHER VAUGHN.

“The poor?” she barked out a laugh, shaking her head. Just to be more annoying to her friend, she turned on the television and made herself comfortable on the empty space of the bed next to him. She couldn’t tell him that there weren’t really any plans, most of the time the two winged everything they did and maybe that was the case Asher had to do today. Truth of the matter was that she missed him, hanging out with him, but again, she couldn’t tell him that. “You promised to go Christmas shopping with me, remember?” she said, leaning back on one of the pillows before yanking the blanket away from him. “Come on, we can be rich and sleep in another time. Time to hustle, let’s go.”

Dimitri flopped back down onto his comfortable bed as soon as Asher turned the television on, the volume blaring from the night before. Covering his face with a second pillow, he groaned and tried his best to appear invisible; no such luck, considering Asher chose to sit right next to him. He threw the second pillow towards the end of the bed in his frustration and tried his best to glare at her, but glaring at Asher was like glaring at puppies. His gaze was always soft with her. “You suck,” he chewed out, before huffing and properly sitting up. He shivered at the lack of sheets covering his half-naked frame, but Asher and him had been friends enough that his lack of clothing wasn’t a bother. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen the rest of him. “You’re dragging me out of bed for Christmas shopping? Seriously?” Dimitri took a second before he climbed out of bed and grabbed the nearest jeans he could find off the floor. “You are so lucky you’re my best friend. Who are we buying for?” He made his way towards the bathroom, jeans hanging low on his hips, before running his fingers through his hair in the mirror. When he was ready and satisfied, teeth brushed, t-shirt on, and mood significantly less likely to murder someone, he slipped on his aviators and crossed his arms. “Don’t tell me this is some heroic shit you’re doing so that I can buy Kai a gift. I already bought him something, and no, it’s not a gift card.”

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MAVERICK CALLAHAN.

Maverick slowed his pace when he heard his name called out, looking up to try and find the source. He rose an eyebrow as he was greeted with a slightly frazzled Dimitri Croft, who had snow covering some of his clothes, “You fall, Dimitri?” he grinned, reaching out to brush some of the snow off the other’s shoulder, “Uh – yeah, the weather is nice. It isn’t hot anymore,” he laughed a little at their topic, pushing his hands back into his pockets to keep them warm, “Where are you headed?”

Dimitri hummed as soon as Maverick’s hand came into contact with his clothing, not even noticing the snow that had collected on his clothes. One track mind, or something to that effect. He wiped the rest off quick, as if it was hindering his already dwindling perfect appearance, and smiled in thanks. At least with Maverick, his smiles were genuine. “They were having a snowball fight and I got caught in the crossfire,” Dimitri lied. “Not much a fan of the cold, if I’m honest. I’d rather it be hot again.” He shrugged his shoulders and fell into line with Maverick, strolling with him down the street. He didn’t really know where he was headed. “Anywhere?” He smiled at Maverick. “I don’t have any plans today. Maybe you could change that?”

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DELILAH CALLAHAN.

“NyQuil is one of the best medicines out there. It’s never changed, it’s always been that same green death flavor and by the time you realize how horrible it tastes, you’re already well on your way to being knocked out so you don’t care. Long story short, I’d probably marry whoever invited NyQuil and also I may or may not have downed half a bottle before getting here. It’s not my fault that I’ve somehow managed to catch a cold even though I religiously use hand sanitizer. Guess this is karma for skipping my flu shot this year. Anyways…..back to the point….wait, was there actually even a point?“

Dimitri raised his brows incredulously. “Want to stop to breathe there, love?” He smiled, easy-going, and drummed his fingers on the tabletop. Diners weren’t his thing, but most things weren’t. Spending time with Lila had been spur of the moment — something Dimitri didn’t do often. “My mum says soup fixes everything, and according to Yelp, this place has the best in town. Of course, I say a bottle of Jack fixes it, but to each their own.” He cocked his head to the side, genuinely amused. The corners of his lips turned upwards. “You drank half a NyQuil bottle? You’re a mad woman.”

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LEONARDO DUNCAN.

It was safe to safe, Leo was in a good mood. He’d collected his check for his latest job and was heading home to get Shadow so the could head to the dog park for much-needed throwin’ and catchin’. “Makin’ my way downtown, walking fast, faces past, and I’m homebound,” he began singing, his pace picking up slightly as he went. “And I want you. Dun, dun dun dun dun dun. And I need you. Dun dun dun dun dun dun.” It was likely he was singing the whole thing out of order, but he didn’t care.

“Oh my god.” Dimitri pinched the bridge of his nose, already annoyed with the cold, but now even more so with this guy’s singing. He didn’t even know the song, but it definitely wasn’t Christmas related, and it didn’t sound like anything he’d want to listen to, anyways. Pushing his sunglasses up his nose, Dimitri scoffed and jabbed his thumb in the guy’s direction. “Can you believe this place? We had more looney’s back in London, but this guy takes the cake.” He turned towards the guy, tone cruel. “Hey Adele, you gonna sing all day or are you gonna do us all a favor and shut the fuck up?”

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MILO CALLUM.

“What? No, Sam, I’m not in the middle of the murder. Yeah – whatever, I gotta go,” Milo hung up on the woman on the other end, turning around only to see that someone was still waiting on him. “What?” he frowned a little, rubbing his face, “Do you know the dead girl? I swear, just because you’re in a town when a murder happens, suddenly people think you’re involved or your image is ruined.”

“Do I look like I knew her?” Dimitri scoffed, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Waiting ten minutes for Milo to get off the phone was exhausting enough, but now he wanted to talk about this girl? Talk about a drag. Dimitri nudged Milo’s shoulder and rolled his eyes behind his shades. “You know I don’t associate with that trash, and you shouldn’t either. C’mon, candles are on sale and it’s gonna end in thirty minutes. You said you’d help me pick something out for Kai.” While the gift wasn’t very thought-out, Dimitri had assumed it’d be nice for Malachi to get home to an apartment smelling like cinnamon apple, or whatever the fuck Bath and Body Works sold. It was the little things. “And you look fine, so don’t even try to weasel your way out by saying you look shitty.”

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MALACHI CROFT.

Malachi wondered when he had gone wrong. At what point did Dimitri start to hate him this much? In his mind, he couldn’t think back on a time where he treated him unfairly. He knew that there were times when they were younger that he was a handful, though it was never really his fault. RAD was difficult to overcome. 

“You spend enough time here, so I guess I just assumed…” he trailed off, pushing his hands into his pockets and keeping his stare flat. There was no use in arguing with Dimitri; he’d attack someone’s self worth before admitting to he was wrong. “Maybe I should put in one of those failure to launch adds for my little brother. Get him goin’.” Malachi ran a hand through his hair, making his way into the kitchen, “Guess I’ll just have to wait until they get back. You fight next Friday, right? I bet they’d love to come watch.”

Dimitri’s eyebrows quirked the more Malachi spoke, though he couldn’t deny that every word out of his mouth was one more stab at what he’d done during dinner. Rolling his eyes, he crossed his leg and adjusted the fall of his shirt before answering, tone full of exasperation. “Don’t start worrying about me now, Kai,” he replied, humming. “I have an apartment, and a job. I think I’m doing pretty well for myself.” He didn’t say that it was only an internship, and apparently they didn’t get paid for what they did — a tragedy, really — but surely Malachi would’ve realized that on his own. For all Dimitri tore him down, his older brother was intelligent in ways he could never be.

As soon as those words were out of Malachi’s lips, all pretenses of niceties vanquished from Dimitri’s demeanor. He worked his jaw over before giving Malachi a look that screamed ‘you wouldn’t dare’. “On second thought,” he started, eyes raking over Malachi’s attire once more. He fought the urge to roll his eyes and forced a smile on his lips, the action by no means meeting his eyes. “You just got back from a flight, didn’t you? Not even I can look good coming back from London. You look great.” He flipped his phone in his hand a few times, and huffed out as he stretched his legs out before him.

Some odd feeling struck Dimitri — guilt, guilt, guilt — and he mumbled the words before he could stop them. “I did it for your own good. I was doing you a favor.”

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HONESTY HOUR ✨

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[ohmyviscount]

everyone here dies, it’s the only  m e r c y  I can offer.

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# Dimitri 💁🏻‍♀️

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Dimitri Croft 💩 

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Homemade Dynamite - Lorde

- my muse’s last text to your muse

Scarlett: I couldn’t help but notice your subtle black eye at breakfast…Scarlett: Run into the doorknob again?

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# Dimitri 😘😇

— what your muse’s name is on mine’s phone

Damien? Croft guy.

— what your muse’s picture is on mine’s phone

— what your muse’s ringtone is on mine’s phone

Baby Got Back - Sir Mix A Lot

— my muse’s last text to your muse

Mav: You left your AMEX with the girl behind the counter. I don’t like you enough to flirt with her to get it back. Mav: And yes, it’s your black card. Better hurry before she drains mommy and daddy’s trust fund from you.

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@maverickxcallahan.

Dimitri waltzed his way through the streets of Westbrook, designer sunglasses perched on his nose despite it fucking snowing outside. It was more than amusing watching everyone fall on their ass thanks to the sudden slip of ice or the unfamiliar patch of snow. While Dimitri mocked, he turned on his heel and caught sight of Maverick Callahan. Lips parted in surprise, his foot gave out underneath him and he, like the rest, fell smack on his ass. Wincing — and whining over his ruined, high-priced jeans — Dimitri damn near scrambled to act like he hadn’t fallen. Tugging someone down as a means to get up, he smoothed over his shirt before making his way quickly to Maverick. “Mav!” He called, and came to a shaky, sliding stop. “You... So... So this weather, huh?”

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QUINN CASSIDY.

At the sharp knocking at the door, Quinn flounced over to to open it, silk robe trailing behind her. Seeing Dima wasn’t a surprised. She had grown tired of the provincial Westbrook already and was desperate to complain to someone about it. However, to everyone else she was still playing her game of being a dutiful, grateful daughter. “Took you long enough, Croft.” She teased, smirking as she handed him a glass of bourbon. “It’s not polite to keep a girl waiting.” 

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Dimitri didn’t have a good reason why his ass was late. What he considered part of his charm was more of a nuisance to everyone else, but Dimitri has found that he was never on time to any sort of function, even those his friends hosted. Though Quinn bordered more between a sexual interest and someone he could talk shit with, she still fell under that catagory. A few knocks on her door and Dimitri was being handed a glass of bourbon, his smile dazzling as he tipped his head in thanks. “Oh, please. Don’t be dramatic. That’s my job.” He stepped into Quinn’s place after pressing a quick kiss to her cheek in greeting. “And it looks way better on me, love. You have shit to talk, you said?”

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BAILEY MARSHALL.

At the perk of the other man’s voice, bailey glanced over with slit eyes, “Are you?” He retorted, already corking open a bottle. “And I don’t think poking around in stranger’s business is going to help your little ego problem, so I think you should step back and let me do my job.”

Dimitri snorted in response. This guy didn’t look a day over twenty-two. “Poking around?” Something Dimitri, himself, was still learning how to handle. Not very well, apparently. “You made it my business when you shot off at the mouth to the whole place. I just had the balls to approach you.” He pointed to the other side of the building, where his friend waved teasingly. “See my guy over there? I’m a lot nicer than him, but he doesn’t like this Alyssa shit. So maybe pipe it, yeah? Some people are trying to enjoy their night.”