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"i made sure that my siblings would cause no trouble of any kind," he earnestly nodded, a lopsided grin twisting the corner of his lip upward. her smile lit the small place that they were standing at, and it made his heart thump so harshly against his chest that he feared that it might just pop free from his ribcage easily.

erebus guided her hand to his arm, where he gently hooked her arm around his. he led her out of the apartment building, and onto the street where a sleek, black 1955 chevrolet nomad wagon. in contrast to the automobiles and technologically-advanced society surrounding the car, it sent waves of nostalgia careening from every angle, and it looked like it came out of a cheesy 60's romance novel.

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erebus’ heart skipped a beat when he saw a sparkle in her eyes. perhaps it was the glow of the sun reflecting into her beautiful eyes, but they made her look even more captivating, in the most innocent sense of the word. when he was confronted about the “matters” that he was busy with, he gave her a guilty smile. he couldn’t tell her. not just yet. “family matters, that is all. my parents and siblings are being very difficult.” he gave her a small smile, and was genuinely apologetic. he was not completely lying to her; his father was chaos, and his siblings were in conflict with zeus.

the snowy-haired male held eye contact with her, and held his huge, soft hand out to her, “i had reserved a dinner for two in a restaurant uptown. however, we still have some time before the dinner, and i would like to take you somewhere, if that is alright with you.”

   this was the perfect complex for mel. he was smitten, & she was    spoiled. she tries to smother the fact she’s practically swooning    over his thoughtfulness, but it’s hard to keep down. eyelashes    bat as he mentions a dinner tonight. mel will gratefully take his    hand in hers, despite the size difference being so prevalent.   ❝ as long as there’s no more family matters to get in the way. ❞    which is her being rather SELFISH, but it’s one of her defining    traits. melissa glances up at him, with a half - smile to kill a man,   ❝ lead the way, handsome. ❞

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hello people i changed my username from vodkabites to hornedphantom!! i hope this reaches to everyone including my roleplaying partners :x

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"in my defence, at least you're not rotting here and growing mushrooms in our homey apartment," charlee shrugged with feigned nonchalance. finally he had given in! she completely dismissed the silly name-calling, since it was a little too normal for him to throw failing insults at her. the female went into her bathroom and went ahead to brush her teeth whilst brushing her hair simultaneously.

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charlee turned in the midst of rubbing her cold hands together, a frown ebbing across her forehead. cereal? that abstard was supposed to buy cereal last week! the brit let out a low groan, and rubbed her face with her hands. “der schwachkopf, you blubbering german idiot! you were on cereal duty last week,” she sighed. the female took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair.

“i’ll tell you what,” she grumbled, stalking over to where he was seated on her bed. with three long strides she had managed to reach for his icy wrist and gently tugged his stature upward. “you are going to get your cold arse changed, and you’re gonna bring the both of us to a breakfast diner.” charlee demanded, her stomach growling simultaneously in chorus.

   he was still at a loss as to why he was assigned any duties,     EVER. alek rarely went through with them. he could go a week    without cereal so that he could wait for it to be her turn. not     because of the money aspect ; going out & having to interact    never ended well for aleksandar. which is why going out to a     diner sounded like hell.    the blond groans, rubbing his hands over his face until he’s     seeing stars.❝ by far, you’re the neediest human i’ve ever met.    share the blankets, get cereal, go out to eat, blah ! ❞  he does    roll out of bed, pulling his shirt over his head to toss another on.   ❝ & we’ll stop at the fuckin’ grocery mart on the way home, to    get yer stupid fuckin’ cereal, whiner girl. ❞

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She nearly scoffed when he said that he could find her father in less than a day. "Try harder? Okay, sure. You call the ropes, and I'll obey every single order."

"And for the record, if I don't get to him by sundown on Earth - which is, in four hours, mind you - every single demigod and minor god will perish. And that includes you, Thor, and your mother."

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“You are adorable, thinking I want something from you”-His lips curled into a smirk.-“You need to try harder to convince me. I can help you to find him in less than a day, but still I don’t see why would I do that”

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erebus' heart skipped a beat when he saw a sparkle in her eyes. perhaps it was the glow of the sun reflecting into her beautiful eyes, but they made her look even more captivating, in the most innocent sense of the word. when he was confronted about the "matters" that he was busy with, he gave her a guilty smile. he couldn't tell her. not just yet. "family matters, that is all. my parents and siblings are being very difficult." he gave her a small smile, and was genuinely apologetic. he was not completely lying to her; his father was chaos, and his siblings were in conflict with zeus.

the snowy-haired male held eye contact with her, and held his huge, soft hand out to her, "i had reserved a dinner for two in a restaurant uptown. however, we still have some time before the dinner, and i would like to take you somewhere, if that is alright with you."

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erebus blinked, taken aback by the brash language. he, however, did not make a statement about it. he was so irrevocably in love with her that he was willingly brushing such brusque behaviour from her away. “well, i was unable to escort you to that party last night due to matters, hence i would like to apologise.” he sincerely stated, his cold, pale fingers just brushing against her warm ones when he passed the bouquet of flowers.

   frankly, melissa had just brushed it off. people got busy !     it was just a fact of life. she feels undoubtedly spoiled at    his apology, & especially at the fact it comes with flowers.    ❝ apology considered, ❞ mel isn’t above playing this for more.    she loves attention, likes him – it’s a recipe for a disastrous     show. ❝ these are very nice, but ‘matters’ are vague & that    makes me worry … ❞ any guy willing to go to these lengths    for apologies probably wouldn’t do anything unfaithful, but,    hey ! maybe she’ll get dinner or a massage or something !

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”I could care less whether you care or not, Loki. I need to get my father back, and I am more than willing to do anything for you, so long as it is reasonable and feasible.” She crossed her arms across her chest, awaiting for his answer as she confidently spoke to him, looking at the god right into his eyes and holding his gaze.

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“I wonder what could have given it away.” She monotonously stated, rolling her eyes. At his second statement, Althea frowned and straightened her back. “A slut? At least he doesn’t kill his muses afterwards,” she muttered under her breath, a mildly offensive remark about Zeus uttered. It was, however, possibly loud enough for the god of mischief to have heard her. “Regardless,” she cleared her throat.

“My father has been kidnapped, been stripped off most of his powers, and I have been tasked to retrieve him from his kidnapper, whomever it may be. He came to me in my dreams two nights ago, and along with that message, told me to search for you. So you ought to be of help, yes?”

“I wonder…”-Loki questioned, finally paying attention to the young woman in front of him. Trying mostly to figure out who the girl’s mother was, not that it mattered in that exact moment.-”What makes you believe I care about Hades? In fact, he serves me better death than alive.”

“But do tell me, what will you give to me if I help?”

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"I wonder what could have given it away." She monotonously stated, rolling her eyes. At his second statement, Althea frowned and straightened her back. "A slut? At least he doesn't kill his muses afterwards," she muttered under her breath, a mildly offensive remark about Zeus uttered. It was, however, possibly loud enough for the god of mischief to have heard her. "Regardless," she cleared her throat.

"My father has been kidnapped, been stripped off most of his powers, and I have been tasked to retrieve him from his kidnapper, whomever it may be. He came to me in my dreams two nights ago, and along with that message, told me to search for you. So you ought to be of help, yes?"

The red headed female sighed, and drew a deep breath to calm herself down. With a couple of light strides forward, she crossed her ankles and planted herself right in front of the reading god. “Perhaps the name of Hades and his alleged affair with a mortal would amuse you?”

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althea felt her heart drum a little louder against her chest. the cooling feel of the air conditioning in contrast to the oddly humid day had felt uncomfortable, like icy tendrils creepy up her skin and through her fairly translucent blouse. the man whom she had slept with was standing right in front of her, and he was her new boss. what could ever go wrong, yes? regardless, the twenty-five-year-old woman still held her head high and kept a professional smile plastered on her freckled face. dimples sunk into both of her cheeks, and she held out a well-toned arm. "a pleasure to meet you, sir. i am althea montgomery, your new assistant," she introduced herself, her free hand tucked behind her back and clenched in a frustrated fist. she could feel the draft of the air conditioning fanning down her exposed neck, recalling how he had left tender kisses down her throat and body, hands touching every single inch and corner of her pale skin, whispering hedonistic sweet nothings filled with nothing but satiating lust. her jaw clenched behind the kind, yet tight-lipped smile. althea had certainly not expected her one-night stand to be her new boss.

( plot ~ ONE NIGHT STAND BEFORE THE FIRST DAY OF YOUR NEW JOB AND OOPS THAT WAS YOUR NEW BOSS YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH AU )

MATTHEW WAS A WEALTHY but lonely man. to be successful he had to give up on many things, so that’s why he tried to fill up the empty space with pretty faces. after few drinks he got back home with a beautiful lady by his side, not the first time, and for sure not the last. doorman gave him a smile when he was walking into his apartment building. he was known for being a womanizer. soon two of them went on to his penthouse where they spent the whole night. in the morning when he wake up she wasn’t there anymore and he was little disappointed. often he would offer a breakfast or at least a coffee and a shower together. so he’s done all of it by himself getting ready for the day. around eleven am he showed up in the office dressed in hugo boss suit. he placed his briefcase on his assistant’s (that he preferred d to call secretary) desk. “did mr white called?” the pregnant woman got up from her seat and said. “not yet. but mr meyer. my temporary replacement is here. i mean your new assistant. she’s waiting in your office. i’ve already told her everything, showed her around and gave notes. you just need to introduce yourself.” matthew nodded his head, he completely forgot that he gave valerie paid maternity leave and new girl was going to replaced her. “great.” he took his briefcase with him and then pushed the door to his office. the girl was sitting on  the chair in front of his desk. “matthew meyer. your new…” when the girl got up and turned around he got little confused. “…boss.” she was the girl he spent last night with.

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"der blödel," charlee hung her head and chuckled. she opened the door wide enough for the taller male to come in. "the flowers are very nice, art. you can put them on the coffee table; i'll try to find a vase. somewhere, if i can." she kicked the door close after him, gently with the heel of her foot. she placed her book down on the coffee table and mentally reprimanded herself for acting so brusquely, heading towards the kitchen but not before calling out, "would you like some iced tea? the weather's a little warm even though it's a little nicer today."

charlee cleared her throat. her tongue slid across her dry lips in an attempt to wet them, and opened the door a little wider for him to enter. simultaneously, she shook her head whilst maintaining her perplexed expression. the female forced herself to calm down as she took a step aside. “may i, uh, know what’s the occasion?” she ventured as she ignored his somewhat nervous statement.

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charlee turned in the midst of rubbing her cold hands together, a frown ebbing across her forehead. cereal? that abstard was supposed to buy cereal last week! the brit let out a low groan, and rubbed her face with her hands. "der schwachkopf, you blubbering german idiot! you were on cereal duty last week," she sighed. the female took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair.

"i'll tell you what," she grumbled, stalking over to where he was seated on her bed. with three long strides she had managed to reach for his icy wrist and gently tugged his stature upward. "you are going to get your cold arse changed, and you're gonna bring the both of us to a breakfast diner." charlee demanded, her stomach growling simultaneously in chorus.

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erebus blinked, taken aback by the brash language. he, however, did not make a statement about it. he was so irrevocably in love with her that he was willingly brushing such brusque behaviour from her away. "well, i was unable to escort you to that party last night due to matters, hence i would like to apologise." he sincerely stated, his cold, pale fingers just brushing against her warm ones when he passed the bouquet of flowers.

OPEN TO: m/f/nb. significant other, close friend, etc.

   ❝ that’s really sweet of you. ❞ maybe too sweet. the skepticism    registers in her features, glancing from the flowers in her hand    to that of whom handed them to her. ❝ what did you fuck up ? ❞

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charlee cleared her throat. her tongue slid across her dry lips in an attempt to wet them, and opened the door a little wider for him to enter. simultaneously, she shook her head whilst maintaining her perplexed expression. the female forced herself to calm down as she took a step aside. "may i, uh, know what's the occasion?" she ventured as she ignored his somewhat nervous statement.

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”they may be cold, but i am sure they are not as cold as your heart, you arse," she rolled her eyes, bringing her knees to her chest. she had a couple of friends from drama class, and sometimes she would be asked to help them with their lines for any sort of assignments, and thus decided to put her skills to the test. charlee rested her chin on her knees, blowing her warm breath against her bare skin, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. "you were the one climbing into my bed, begging for some heat when i turned off the heater, and look at you now." charlee shook her head in mock disappointment and got off of her small bed. her feet fell upon the carpeted floor and she dragged her way across her small room and to her wardrobe to pull out a knitted sweater and some woolly socks. "what do you suggest we eat for breakfast then, smartass?"

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"i may be tired, but i'll kick yer ass," charlee mocked him under her breath, her thick accent almost ticklish to his ears. there, the female lay next to him, clad in a simple raglan top and drawstring cotton shorts as her pajamas. last night, the both of them had agreed to share body heat due to the unreasonably cold winter weather. that morning, he was being a sour, whiny little kid. she was wondering why had she even allowed him to become her roommate after her previous one moved out. charlee rose from her position on their small, shared bed into a seated one, and began to debate on wether or not should she make pancakes for breakfast or just sleep in due to the favourable weekend weather.

OPEN TO: f/nb. fwb, one night stand, etc.

   ❝ i’m grumpy & cold, ❞ he’s torn the blankets from the other,    using them to keep himself heated. ❝ don’t test me. i may be    tired, but i’ll kick yer ass. ❞

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The red headed female sighed, and drew a deep breath to calm herself down. With a couple of light strides forward, she crossed her ankles and planted herself right in front of the reading god. "Perhaps the name of Hades and his alleged affair with a mortal would amuse you?"

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