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cleziel-leora · 1 year ago

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You belong with me!

Probably will be the only male character x reader in my blog

Pairings: scaramouche/fem! reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You and Scaramouche have been roommates since you moved to a bigger city, starting your college life. His mind has been filled by you because of how much he hates you…or does he?

You walk to the building where your room is, it was a tiring day. Having to study and work at the same time is tiring you out, and you’re getting more tired already just by thinking about your roommate, scaramouche. One of the famous boys in your campus, he was famous because of his mothers, a CEO of a publishing company and a famous influencer. His sister has been your friend since you guys were kids, you get along because of your parents, however you weren’t exactly close with scaramouche he kept teasing and annoying you whenever your guys parents or siblings weren’t around. But that didn’t stop you from slowly falling inlove with him.

You finally reach your dorm and you are greeted by scaramouche sitting on the couch, feet settled on the coffee table, watching something, and eating some popcorn. “Oi no feet at the table.” you said to him “Oh you’re finally back tch”. He put down his feet and then sit properly. “Tch you’re so messy, you act like your mothers didn’t teach you that, I’ll be in my room if you need me”. You quickly go into your room and lay on your bed, you take a shower, dress in some comfortable clothes, and eat a little dinner, after that you quickly fall asleep on your bed.

The next day it was your guys team building, you guys were having fun and there was a particular activity that made you paired with your old crush, Kaedehara Kazuha, the complete opposite and friend of Scaramouche. For as long as he remembered you had a crush on him since you guys were high schoolers. You even dated each other! You guys only broke up because of something. He never really felt jealous, it was rare for him to feel jealous, and when he does his jealousy is just a little but this time he is really jealous. He regretted now that he didn’t join the activity, he watched you have fun with your ex-boyfriend, he thought to himself “Tch why Am I even jealous. It’s just her having fun with her friend or ex-boyfriend, If she’s with me, I’ll treat her better than him, if he can treat her well, then I’ll treat him better…Wait why Am I even thinking about her!”. One of his friends noticed him spacing out. “Hey scara, you okay bro?” “yeah I’m fine”. His friend then notices him staring at you and Kazuha “Scara bro, why are you staring at her? Daydreaming about you guys together?” his friend then laughed. “I’m not!... Or maybe” scaramouche replied “Bro you should really confess to her! And If not Kazuha might get her again~” All of his friends laugh and Scaramouche just scoffs. After the team building you all had fun but it was tiring but hey at least you all had fun right? You and scaramouche walk together to your guys dorm, finally you reach the room, you open the door with your keycards and just sit on the couch. The mess from yesterday “Gosh scara you’re messy as fuck, clean this mess of yours” “Yeah later, I’m still resting can’t you see?”. After resting for a while he cleans up his mess on the living room, you both ate dinner; took a shower SEPARATELY and change into your comfortable clothes and scara ask if you want to join him watch a movie and of course you de- accept the offer. You both sat down on the couch and started to watch some movies recommended on netflix, You watched it and an hour passed and there was a part where the two main characters confess their love for each other and kiss each other. “…Disgusting shit”. Scaramouche said. “You just want to experience it” “No I don’t”. After minutes you guys were silent when there was a sex scene. After that movie, he really wants to do it…He wants to confess so the stupid feeling of falling inlove can finally go away. “I like you” you both said to each other and then you both realised that you weren;t in a one sided love. It was really nice hearing those words from each other after all this time you both like each other. “May I?” He holds your face gently and came closer to you. “Yes you may” Then finally the long awaited kiss finally came true. He pulls away and said “I love you”

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seancekitsch · 1 year ago

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Hi, I really like your writing! I don't know if the requests are open but if so, can you please write about Kraglin x reader when they fight and the reader gives him the silent treatment? I think he will feel really bad and be sad… Can you do it with fluff and angst? Thank you so much❤️

hey sorry for the wait!

“Girlie, c’mon, please just talk to me,” Kraglin pleads, following as you storm out of the casino. But just as you round a corner into an alley, Drax stops him with a strong hand to the chest.

“A woman does not need to be chased, she must be woo’ed with a display, fine wines, or a mating ritual,” Drax is stern in but his eyes shine with annoyance that Kraglin knows mean he is not on his side. So much for bro code. Kraglin just watches hopelessly as he loses sight of you.

When Kraglin returns to his group, some ravagers and some citizens of Knowhere, the wind in his sails is gone. He loses every poker game of the night. You don’t come to bed with him, instead staying in your own quarters for the first time in maybe two weeks. He barely gets any sleep, and how can he? Kraglin knows exactly where he fucked up, actually, he knows both instances of where he fucked up. The beginning of his fuck up was when he insisted the two of you were casual to Peter; he let the way you tensed under his arm after he said that and after he smiled and didn’t press the issue when you were very terse in your response and quickly moved away from him. He should have taken it back, should have said of course you aren’t casual. He’d been doing the full blown Pete and Gamora will-they-won’t-they routine with you despite the fact that you’d made it clear you will if he wants to. His second, the more obvious fuck up, was letting letting a woman who was very obviously flirting with him sit on his lap during a round of poker, not realizing you had just stepped into the room with Nebula and Adam.

He deserved your cold shoulder, even after morning comes. That doesn’t stop it from hurting though. You seem fine, laughing and joking with the others. Kraglin tries as hard as he might, but never catches your eye. It’s like when you joined the team again, both of you in orbit but never touching. You, the beauty of Harmorna 3 and all of its rings… And Kraglin’s just Kraglin. Literally floating in his hunk of trash around you.

“What did you do?” Rocket’s voice startles Kraglin, who lurches from his seat at the table.

“They should put a bell on you or somethin’,” Kraglin mutters.

“Sure, Mr. Casual doesn’t want any surprises,” Rocket snarls back; So, he does know. He’s just being a gossip.

“Look; I messed up, Alright?” Kraglin deflates, “Don’t know why.”

Rocket eyes him up and down; smart little rat. He probably knows why Kraglin did what he did better than even he does.

“Right… well, you better figure it out.”

Smug bastard won’t even help him out.

He finally catches you alone when he finds you cleaning the bar with a wet rag, wiping down whatever Adam or Groot definitely spilled on it that day. You roll your eyes and toss your rag down before he can open his mouth, and dread fills his stomach. Had he actually really blown it? Would you tell him to fuck off? What would this mean for the team and for Knowhere? If you were to ask him to leave, he would; He’d go to that fucking Howard the Duck planet or-

“You gonna talk? ‘Cause I don’t have anything to say to you right now,” you snap, frowning at him.

“Yeah, Girlie, listen… I didn’t mean to offend ya. I just,” he gets interrupted.

“Then what did you mean to do? Throw someone else in my face? Humiliate me? Because I’ll tell you something-“

“Sure are talking’ a lot for someone who don’t have anything to say,” Kraglin comments, and then immediately regrets it.

“Kraglin I will fucking shoot you!” you threaten him, a dangerous shine in your eyes. He doesn’t doubt you, so he backs down.

“You humiliated me. I was just telling them how excited I was that we were seeing each other and you throw out the word casual like I’m some kind of hook up. I didn’t think I was.”

You finish your rant by throwing your hands up hopelessly, looking lost and angry, unshed tears in your eyes. He fucked up, way more than he thought he did. He crosses the room to the bar, but doesn’t dare cross it. He places his hands on it, careful not to touch a section you had already wiped down.

“I know, I’ll beg on my knees if ya want? I’m sorry. I tried to move slow with ya, but I’m moving too slow.”

You scoff, but your face softens.

“I know you watched me get married like six times when we were with that Thunder God, so I didn’t want ya to think this was temporary like they were.”

“Kraglin, marriage IS supposed to be serious,” you argue, but at least you’re talking to him. That’s the bright side Kraglin clings to.

“When I marry ya, I want it to be the real deal."

Your eyebrows raise.

"When?"

He immediately back tracks.

"I- I mean, IF you know- If you wanted to and I didn't screw this up..."

"You gotta be able to say we're dating first," you roll your eyes, and lean onto the bar opposite him. Kraglin stares into your eyes, searching for.... well, anything. He doesn't see the burning anger of last night or the cold detached look from this morning. He just sees your eyes shining as you look up at him, anticipation for an answer.

"Yeah," he says, softly. He knows. You deserve it. You deserve him beaming with pride on your arm because you picked him.

"Yeah, I know."

You chew on your bottom lip, staring thoughtfully at him. thousands of thoughts— words you could say— swirling through your mind. But bluntness always works best.

“So who are you gonna tell we’re dating first?” you ask.

“Gonna call Pete,” he admits, and he knows Pete would be so happy for him. “Then I’m gonna talk about you all day to anyone that might listen, but ‘em a whole lot.”

“Mhmmm,” you hum, nodding to encourage him to continue.

“What, you want me to put up a billboard or somethin’?” he balks, laughter in his voice.

“Wouldn’t hurt,” you respond, winking.

He’ll see how much he wins at the table tonight, or if Nebula will do him a solid. And he’ll definitely make sure you’re the one on his lap tonight.

#kraglin x reader

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mangoshorthand · 2 years ago

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Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 6 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates) Series masterpost Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

You're not the only person Five dismisses. It's high time you teamed up with his brother.

Fighting corporate crime with Klaus below. Proceed at your own risk

Chapter 6: Heist Sorta Gals

He only let Sarah run from him when they were both out of the building. He apologized profusely in the elevator on the way down but it hadn't seemed to register. Her white face and frightened eyes kept recurring to him on the way home.

Poor kid. It was harsh, but necessary.

When the door creaks closed behind him, he’s surprised to find Klaus sitting alone in the corner of the entrance hall. He’s cross-legged, resting a slightly-tilted beer on his knee and smoking a cigarette languidly.

“Hey little bro. How did it go?”

Five produces a pen-drive from his jean pockets and indicates a paper file under his arm.

“I found pretty much what I expected. Just got to do some more digging and then I blow the whistle.”

“Cool.”

“Santi asleep?”

“Yeah. Little guy was bushed.”

Klaus seems odd to Five. Thoughtful. There’s none of the usual glint in his eye.

“I’m going to update the family later on. I think I’m going to need the team. Will you be here?”

“Sure.”

He strolls as if towards the living room but, sensing it’s empty, turns back to Klaus.

“Where is she?”

“Probably packing.”

Five feels like his heart has dropped into his stomach. Surely not? You hadn’t been pleased, but…

“What do you mean?”

“Just messing with you. She’s working out.”

Five shrugs out of the flannel shirt and holds it over his arm. Something about the timbre of Klaus’s voice lets him know that this was more than a joke, and he resents the implication behind it. He regards his brother with narrowed eyes.

"You got something to say to me, Klaus?”

Klaus meets his gaze and holds it. Five shifts his eyes first. This, it seems, prompts Klaus to laugh.

“You really fucked up there, man.”

“Really?” Five says, firing up at once, “Wow- I'm so glad you told me. I spent the whole day thinking 'Gee, I wonder what Klaus thinks about all this?'"

“Kinda hard not to give a shit when I have her crying in the living room over how shitty you treat her. She's my friend and you're my brother.”

Five steps towards him, hands going into his pockets and his jaw setting.

“If she’s upset, then she can come to me.”

“Well didn't she try that? After your little ‘heart-to-heart’ with Santi. When you told him her and everyone who isn’t like us is 'insignificant’”

Klaus takes a heavy drag on his cigarette.

“Great job there, by the way.”

“I never said that. Nobody’s insignificant.”

“Whatever you said, it made her feel this tall”, he holds his thumb and forefinger within an inch of one another, “and then today too?”

“She knows how I feel. I’m protecting her.”

Five steps forward, his neck jerking as he speaks. Always a sign of danger.

“Exactly! She doesn’t want to just be protected, maybe she wants to be treated like an equal!"

He breathes hard through his nose, "Just stay out of this."

Klaus, now angry in a way uncommon to him, draws himself up. Sometimes, the truth hurts.

"If you can't take her seriously, maybe you gotta rethink the 'ethics' of sniffing her panties. She is young enough to be your daughter."

Five blinks to within an inch of Klaus, grabbing him by the collar and dashing him off the chair. Klaus gives a small yell of pain as the tiled floor makes contact with his shoulder.

“Ow! What the fuck, Five?” he says, cradling his shoulder and shaking off the beer now soaking through his pant leg.

Five stands over him, breathing like a bull, then pivots a little, staring at the wall to his right rather than continue to look at Klaus.

“Listen, you useless shitheel, I'm not taking relationship advice from you." he stalks off towards the attic stairs.

"Oh yeah? Don't want to take advice from someone who knows what it’s like to lose someone?"

Five pretends not to hear Klaus as he calls after him.

"At least with Dave it wasn’t my fault!”

On the landing between the second and third flights of stairs, Five leans against the wall and covers his face with both hands until his rage subsides. He doesn’t have time for this. What’s he supposed to do? Give you something insignificant just to keep you busy? He’ll deal with you later.

After beating the punch bag to exhaustion, (imagining that it was his smug face), you arrive back in the bedroom post-shower, wrapped in a towel. Five holds a coffee and writes incomprehensibly on the dry-erase. He nods when you walk in but otherwise makes no acknowledgment.

You sit on the bed, towel-drying your hair. Usually, being in any state of undress earns you at least an appreciative glance. Not today, however: his eyes stay glued resolutely to the dry erase, muttering the odd word like: “pharmacokinesis”, “bioavailability” or simply, “fuck.”

You’ve seen him this way before. When an idea consumes him, his first instinct is to break it down to its component parts and analyze it into submission. It intensifies all his usual mannerisms and expressions. You usually find it endearing, even attractive, but today it’s nothing but irritating.

“Well?” you say, expectantly.

“Well what?” he says, maintaining calm only through the medium of clenched teeth.

You blink incredulously, affronted.

“Are you going to apologize for how you spoke to me today?”

He lets out a slow, angry breath.

“Is this really the time?”

“Then when is the time?”

“I don’t know, dear, maybe when there aren’t second graders being poisoned.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah.” he murmurs.

You fall into tense silence. After a minute or two of intense calculations, he speaks again.

"I got another family meeting in ten minutes."

“I take it I'm not invited?"

He doesn't respond, pen squeaking a little in contact with the wall.

"So you’re not going to keep me informed at all then?”

He stops writing, places the lid on the pen and walks slowly to put it away in a drawer. With his back turned to you, he lets out a controlled, drawn-out exhale, as if he’s steeling himself to deal with you. Then, he sits down at the desk, rests his forearms on the tabletop and turns to look at you; his face is spread with what you’ve come to recognise as his ‘customer service’ smile. When he talks, it's like he's addressing a particularly challenging nine-year-old.

“Sure. I got ten minutes.”

His smile broadens, showing more teeth but not quite reaching his eyes.

“There is something bad in the soda,” he continues, “I am going to find out what and try to stop more kids getting cancer, so if we could delay our little ‘conflict’ until a more opportune time, I’d be grateful.”

For the moment, you dismiss his shitty tone just for the chance of more information.

“So what’s the next stage?”

“That’s what my brothers will help me decide. You’re going to have to forgive me if I don’t consult you on this.”

You scoff. Really?

“Oh yeah, don’t consult me, I’m just your girlfriend. I’m only here for recreational purposes, right?”

Five returns his eyes unseeingly to his latest lines of calculation. Easier to look at them than you right now.

“There’s no point in talking to you when you’re like this.”

In sheer frustration, you tear off your towel and throw it in his direction.

“Then get out Five! Fuck off downstairs and have your super-exclusive family soiree. Because fuck me, right?”

He gives a short disdainful laugh, getting up from the desk and grabbing his coffee mug.

“You said it, dear, not me,” as he strolls to the door, he mumbles, “thrown out of my own bedroom. Gee, I’ve reached a new low.”

He shuts the door behind him a little harder than necessary.

“So,” he points at a graph tacked onto the old blackboard dragged from their old education suite, “this is the suspicious compound, the one Sarah thought was probably a mutagen. It was only present in the soda can from Santi’s school,”

“So they’re using the kids as…lab rats?”

“Yeah. I think that’s what it suggests. Free test subjects under the guise of a ‘pilot scheme’ investing in education."

Luther looks grave.

“It would explain the newspapers,” says Viktor, “They’re trying to discredit you so anything you come out with won’t be believed.”

“Yeah. That’s why I think we’ll have to play PR on this one. When the time comes.”

“A press conference maybe?” suggests Sloane.

“Oh I think it’s worse than that,” he responds, regretfully, “we need to show that all the ‘verified’ members of the Academy trust me. I think we may have to go full uniform.”

Klaus changes the subject, “You know me right, you know I’m no fan of big business, but are you telling me there’s some evil genius sitting in a corner office somewhere cackling to himself about giving kids brain cancer?”

“Maybe? But I lean towards it being an unintended consequence.”

“Am I right in thinking a mutagen is something that alters DNA? Like radioactive? Radon?”, Viktor asks.

“Exactly. But not all mutagens are radioactive.”

“So they’re trying to change the kids in some way? What could they want to change?”

Five frowns. “It makes me think about Dad. If he could farm powered kids then he would have done it, regardless of how many got cancer.”

They all seem to accept this. Had they not been 'farmed' themselves?

“But would a company want to 'improve' children?” Viktor asks.

“Unless it’s a front? Maybe it is some madman like Dad trying to build his own child militia. That’s why we’ve got to get in there.”

“So we need to plan a heist into their head office…or development labs?”

Five turns to Luther, “The head office first. There’s got to be a smoking gun somewhere. Internal memos, encrypted files?”

“Diego and Lila won’t be happy to be left out of this,” tries Viktor, “do you think we ought to tell them?”

Five considers.

“I know for sure that Santi himself is OK. So, for now, let’s keep them out of it. Let them enjoy their honeymoon. I think they’re too close to it anyway. We need to approach this with clear heads.”

“I agree,” says Luther, “Let's get planning. I’m happy to move quick on this if the rest of you guys are?”

Klaus stands, replacing the wide-brimmed hat on his head. “You guys knock yourselves out. I’m going to take a bath. I’m not exactly a ‘heist’ sorta gal. Hit me up if you really need me but otherwise I’m going to sit this one out”

“I won’t object to that.” says Five, coolly, clearly having not forgiven him for his earlier challenge.

You’ve been sitting on the bed crying again. You’re sitting here, in the bedroom you share with the man you love, knowing that he doesn’t love you like a partner should. He thinks you’re a liability. You’ve only lived with him for a few months but already your life has grown around his. Just like ivy growing around a tree; the tree doesn't reciprocate. Eventually the tears dried up and now you just sit.

You couldn’t face going back to your shitty little apartment after Monroe almost beat you to death. The idea of seeing your dining chairs, the threadbare carpet probably still stained with your blood…it was too much. The Academy had been your refuge, the place you’d started to function again. His training had given you part of your confidence back, and his love had rebuilt part of your feeling of security

Up until now, you’d thrived here, but dawning is acute awareness of what you’ve lost. When all is said and done, this is still Five’s space.

Yes, your possessions are scattered around you. Yes, he has given up half his storage to your clothing and yes, you do feel at home, but the idea that your only home is now under his…stewardship has only just occurred to you. Having this sort of reliance on someone who seems to see you as serving an auxiliary purpose to his real life is not a tenable position.

Just as you start to seriously consider calling Ellie, confessing all your fears and asking if you can stay for a few days, there’s a knock on the bedroom door. It’s too early to be Five and he wouldn't dream of knocking.

“Come in.”

Klaus walks over the threshold with two beers. His eyes are alight. He looks like all his birthdays just came at once.

“Hey.” He sits at Five’s desk, swinging his legs up onto the desk at an extremely high angle- almost vertical. He prises off the beer caps on the edge of the desk and passes you one, taking a swig of his own.

“I want you to picture the scene.” he holds up a tattooed palm, "You. Me. Saving kids from evil corporations and stickin’ it to Cinco in the process. What do you say?”

You take your own sip of beer. It certainly sounds intriguing and you’re for certain angry enough to really want to stick it to Five. You look at Klaus with interest, eyes prompting him to continue.

“So there’s a mystery ingredient in JUICED, right? Some freaky compound that they’ve put in the drinks from the school but weren’t in one from the store. Five proved it with his little science experiment - y'know, the one he could have done so much easier if he’d just asked you. But no he’d rather traumatize some poor PhD student.”

He leans towards you slightly, almost overbalancing, but steadies himself on the chair.

“Now, Five thinks it’s some creepy ‘chemical x’ thing that they’ve put in to make super-children, but in some kids it’s causing cancer because it’s mutating their…DNA or some shit.”

He makes a gross alien-noise, presumably to denote mutation. It pulls a smile from you.

“So he’s downstairs,” Klaus continues, “and he’s all 'Ugggh let’s go break some heads and hack servers and blaaah'. But then I thought: why don’t we just…ask someone? Aaand who’s worked for the man long enough to know how and who? You, you little corporate slave you.”

He leans towards you and boops you on the nose.

You’re starting to get the picture.

“Not everything has to be some mega time-travel super heist.” he says, “Wanna work with me?”

His mischievous, coaxing smile broadens and wrinkles his nose. It's irresistible.

“Abso-fucking-lutely”

“Yay!!”

Klaus swings his legs down, leaps from the chair, onto the bed and gives you a hug.

“We are going to NAIL this.”

“You’re totally right about this.” you say.

Still in his arms, you pause for a second to adjust your ideas. His words are churning around your mind. The more you think of them, the more it makes sense. Why didn’t you think of it?

“The way he’s going about this won’t work.” you say, slowly, “When corporate crime gets exposed it’s by whistleblowing, not by smash and grab.”

“Exactly-”

“And it’s nearly always disgruntled employees. They’ve got the access and the knowhow to leak the right documents.”

“Uh-huh.”

“…and in the world of brands, there’s back-stabbing, ladder-climbing… Klaus, I’m pretty sure we could isolate some likely assets with an hour of research."

“Me and you, a couple of cans of White Claw, researching the shit out of things! I’m already pumped. I’ll get my computer, you get more booze!”

You sit top to toe on the bed, drinking the rest of the beer with the cans of White Claw Klaus suggested ready to go.

“So,” you begin, tapping away at the keyboard, "best place for disgruntled employees: Glassdoor.”

“What’s that?”

“A site to review employers. I’m on JUICED’s page now and there are hundreds, which is great. If we start filtering by 1-2 stars and then see where we end up."

You share the URL as well as that of a live-edit document.

Klaus leans towards his screen with a giggle, “Well Christ on a cracker; look at all these. Do the companies know which employees give them one star? They gotta hate that!”

“Yeah. That’s one of the problems with it: it’s anonymous but you need to enter your job title and other situational stuff can make it clear who’s who. That works in our favor, but it does mean that only ex-employees can go scorched earth.”

“Oh I love reading scorched earth reviews! But…little problem: if they’re an ex-employee then how do they get access to files?”

“Their network. There’s a good chance they’ll still be friendly with someone on the inside.”

"Ooh, subterfuge…”

“Plus, we don’t just have to deal with ex-employees. The current employees might rate high because they’re scared of what the boss will say, but then they’ll use euphemisms to explain what it’s really like. They’ll say it’s ‘like a family’ when they mean that you have absolutely no work/life balance.”

“So we’re looking for spicy bitches and passive aggressive bitches?”

“You got it. Then once we’ve got a list of likely reviews, it’s just about identifying them. Cross-reference job titles and start and end dates with LinkedIn, and then we’ve got a list of names we can rate from most to least likely.”

“Look at you, you little LinkedIn Nancy Drew!”

“This is my world, baby. Keeping up with corporate bullshit.”

Over the course of the evening, you work together to develop a list of links to promising reviews and manage to identify six LinkedIn matches to go with them.

"Ooh, this looks spicy!" Klaus turns his screen to allow you to read, "We got a mention of elementary schools too."

He shows you a recent glassdoor review from a former Business Development Manager. They rated JUICED one out of five stars after working there for over 5 years. The headline reads:

'Absolutely no loyalty to long term employees'.

I was overworked and under-valued. It was a cliquey, totally untransparent rumor-mill. Lost out on promotion to a less experienced coworker with a worse track record. Was made to spend way too much time reaching out to elementary schools to sponsor rather than pursuing actual paying leads and then blamed when my team underperformed according to totally unfair metrics. Completely unethical work culture based around guilting you for not working all the hours god sends. Apparently it's important to be a 'team player' but don't expect them to be on your team if shit hits the fan.

You look back up at Klaus and laugh, "Wow, tell us how you really feel.”

After a bit of searching on LinkedIn, you find a matching profile: “Harvey Klein,” you read, “And look at this! The review's recent because he only left three months ago. And he’s taken a massive hit; he’s two or three job rungs lower.”

“So somebody might be looking for…revenge.”

Klaus waggles his eyebrows.

When Five comes to bed, long after Klaus left, you pretend to be asleep already.

You feel him brush a lock of hair off your face and give a sad sigh. When he gets in beside you, you roll and face away from him, still feigning sleep.

He presses his face against your shoulder and inhales, cupping your body with his. His arms wrap around you and he holds you to him. After a few minutes, when he’s sure you’re in deep sleep again, he whispers:

“It has to be like this...but I love you. I really do."

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pupphe-additions · 10 months ago

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✴Jamie Story Teaser✴

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February, 2021

Jamie has been having issues with growing closer with his members recently, scared to open up to them. He’s scared that if he gets too close maybe he will get cut from the group randomly so he keeps them at a distance. You see, Jamie was originally supposed to debut with the group TXT, but he ultimately didn’t make the cut. However he grew extremely attached to those boys and since then hasn’t really wanted to get too close to people again. They still hang out sure, but he misses them every time they are apart. One day in February Jamie asked Soobin if they could hang out and talk because he was having a really rough day and the older boy agreed. When Jamie and Soobin met up Jamie instantly started to break down and Soobin comforted him, confused. His heart broke for Jamie seeing him under distress like this.

“Hey buddy, what happened? You’re okay, I’m here.” Soobin says gently as he hugs the younger boy tightly.

“They don’t like me.” Jamie said with a frown.

“Who?” Soobin asked gently as he wiped the tears away from Jamie’s face.

“My members.”

Soobin’s expression is somehow even softer than before as the two of them go and sit down. “Oh Jams, that isn’t true.”

Jamie ran a hand through his hair. “How do you know?”

“I don’t see how anyone could dislike you,” Soobin said honestly with a shrug. “You’re just scared to be yourself, and that’s okay. No one can rush you to open up. However, you’re the only person holding yourself back from them. You’re the one who is pushing them away, just remember that bubs.”

Jamie thinks for a moment before sighing, Soobin’s right. He’s scared to get close because he had to leave TXT behind and he doesn’t want that with ENHYPEN. “Yeah…”

Soobin gently rubs Jamie’s leg to reassure him. “I promise, if you just slowly open up to them, show them what you showed us, and they will love you I have no doubts.”

Jamie slowly nods, “You’re probably right… I just worry I’m not good enough to be friends with them.”

“Little brother, you are more than enough to be their friend. I promise. You need to be less hard on yourself.”

“Thank you hyung.”

“For what?” Soobin asked with a confused look.

“For caring about me. For being my friend.”

Soobin smiles big. “Anytime bro.”

The two then go about just hanging out, but Jamie kept thinking how he really should just let ENHYPEN into his heart. Soobin is right, he is good enough to be their friend. He was good enough to be friends with TXT, right? From that moment Jamie promised himself he’d let his walls down for his team.

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nsfwhiphop · 1 month ago

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(The Second Draft Version) Incoming Text for AZ (@quietazmoney) and Taz Williams and CatDaGreat (@iamcatdagreat):

Hey AZ, Taz & Cat,

I saw your message saying: "You ain't said one mothafuckin' thing I want to hear."

I get it. I know it's been a minute since I checked in with y'all, but cut me some slack—I’m out here fighting a war for independence. In case you didn’t know.

While y'all are partying it up in Vegas, I’m on the battlefield, dodging bullets from white supremacists who’d love to see me buried. So yeah, forgive me if I forget to give y'all updates. My mind's on a whole different level, dealing with things you probably can’t even imagine.

It’s like you all forget—I’m supposed to be dead right now. The only thing keeping me alive is my gun. I always stay strapped, just in case they try something. It’s kill or be killed. That’s my reality every day.

Also, I remember writing a letter to Gabrielle Union back in July or August on my Tumblr—I forget exactly when. I specifically told her to team up with AZ and Taz if she needs a solid crew to hold her down. I meant every word of that because I know y’all are real, and you’d have her back no matter what. Gabrielle is our sister, so it's only right I connect her with the ones I trust.

We’re in a war for survival, whether you see it or not. This apocalypse we’re living through ain’t some movie—it’s real life. The world’s losing its damn mind. Have you even watched the news lately? Pandemics, economic crises, wars, shootings—you gotta stay woke.

I’m telling you now, invest in some guns. You don’t know when you’ll need one for self-defense.

Look, they’re trying to paint Trump as the villain, but he’s actually on Team Jesus. The other side? They're Team Anti-Christ.

American politics is split between two sides:

Trump and Elon — Team Jesus.

Kamala Harris — A puppet of the Anti-Christ.

Yeah, they say Trump’s a racist and a bigot, but he’s the only one on the right side—Team Jesus. Same with Vladimir Putin. They’re resisting the Anti-Christ regime, plain and simple. The European Union is with us, too—Team Jesus.

Ever wonder why they shot Trump twice in two months? Because he’s Team Jesus, standing up against the Anti-Christ. I call them the "Evil Regime," but if I’m being real, they’re the Anti-Christ regime.

This is the Apocalypse, and I suggest you crack open your bibles and wake the f*ck up.

Trump’s the best friend the Christian community has. Kamala Harris? She couldn’t care less. She’s just pushing the Anti-Christ's agenda for her four years in office like a puppet.

I live in Europe, and over here, we’re safe in the Christian army’s territory. But back in the U.S.? Y’all are in the middle of a Civil War—Team Jesus vs. Team Anti-Christ.

So, get yourself some guns and prepare to defend yourself against the Anti-Christ forces in America.

I could go on about the Anti-Christ, but some secrets are only for AREA 51 gang members. I'm one of the lucky ones, and I don’t share my knowledge with just anyone. But I’m sharing this with you because I listened to AZ's music as a teenager, and I know he's a believer. So here’s your wake-up call, bro. It's the apocalypse—get strapped and be ready. It's kill or be killed.

And you know why Diddy's being dragged through the mud right now? Not because of his freaky parties—plenty of people in Hollywood are into worse, and they walk free. No, it’s because he didn’t bow down to the Anti-Christ regime. He stayed true to his Christian faith, and they’re crucifying him for it, just like in John Wick when they excommunicate him. That’s what they did to Diddy.

Ask Diddy, “Did they come for your faith? Did the Anti-Christ team ask you to abandon your beliefs?” And I guarantee Diddy will confirm with a, “YES, THEY DID!”

Same thing with R. Kelly. Yeah, he’s done some wild stuff, but they excommunicated him because he refused to abandon his Christian faith. Now he’s sitting in jail for it. Diddy’s next if they get their way.

When will y’all realize this is the apocalypse? Get your guns, go rogue, and if you need to, head to Ethiopia. The Ethiopian government will protect Christians. It’s Team Jesus over there, and they’ll defend you with their army. You can buy a house cheap, live in peace, and not have to worry about being persecuted for your faith.

That’s my advice to any Christians being targeted back in the States.

That’s all I had to say. You can read more on my blogs—I write every day about everything.

Take care, my friends, and I hope y’all survive this apocalypse.

Your virtual friend, Angelo.

P.S.:

Synopsis of the Letter:

The letter is a message from Angelo to his friends AZ, Taz, and Cat, explaining why he hasn't kept in touch. Angelo reveals that he’s been preoccupied with fighting a war for survival and independence, while they’ve been enjoying life. He stresses that they are living in apocalyptic times, where politics, pandemics, and violence are signs of the world spiraling out of control.

Angelo emphasizes his belief that American politics is divided into two sides: Trump and Elon Musk representing "Team Jesus," while Kamala Harris is a puppet for the "Anti-Christ." He urges his friends to stay armed and be prepared for self-defense, claiming that celebrities like Diddy and R. Kelly have been persecuted for staying true to their Christian faith.

He advises them to seek refuge in Ethiopia, where Christians can be protected by the Ethiopian government. The letter closes with Angelo encouraging his friends to "wake up" and survive the apocalypse, while also inviting them to follow his blogs for more insights.

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radioactivepeasant · 1 year ago

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

As determined by the randomizer, the two prompts I was working with were "Final Fantasy 7" and "Sick Day". Been a while since I played with FF7 characters, so I'm a little out of practice, but here we go!

The grashshrikes shouldn't have been a problem for a mercenary like Cloud. He'd fought worse -- these things weren't even sentient! It was way more of a pain to deal with Shinra gunners! But just a split second of distraction was enough to slip up where grashshrikes were involved.

Cloud fumbled for a Cure and shot a dirty look at Barrett as Jessie put down the last monster. Was it really worth it, working for this guy? Sure, it kept a roof over his head, but Cloud was pretty sick of being the target for the guy's hatred of Shinra.

Well. Currently he was pretty sick period.

"Ugh."

Cloud tipped his head back and let it smack against a wall of sheet metal.

Out of Cure materia, and all he'd done was lower the poison from "debilitating" to "knocked out for the next 24 hours". He really needed to get his hands on a Cura. Or a Curaga, but that sounded too optimistic for the way his luck tended to run.

(Had his luck always been this bad? Sure, he had some misfortune as a kid, but what about during his time as a SOLDIER? Barrett had a point: shouldn't he be able to remember?)

"Hey, you okay, bro?" Wedge crouched next to him with a worried frown. "You don't look so good."

"'M fine," Cloud growled.

The second he let on that he was still poisoned, they'd probably drop him. And then he could say goodbye to any chance of getting paid.

"Barrett, something's wrong with Cloud!" Wedge called over his shoulder, "He didn't even tell me to stop calling him bro!"

Barrett looked equal parts irate and sheepish -- decidedly unsettling in combination on his face.

He stomped over and squatted in front of Cloud to glare at him.

"What's wrong with you, merc?" he demanded.

"Nothing." Cloud rolled his eyes and shoved down the wave of nausea that produced with gritted teeth. "You've never seen someone sit down before?"

"You let that thing sting you, didn't you?"

With a jerk, Cloud stood upright. For a moment, the world tipped on its side.

He was grateful that he hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. If he'd had anything in his apartment worth eating, it all would've made an encore appearance as he tried to keep his footing.

The humiliating levels of concern on the AVALANCHE members' faces -- even Barrett -- made it clear that he wasn't going to be able to fool them.

"So do you normally try to distract people during monster fights?" he asked Barrett pointedly, "or am I just special?"

Jessie snickered. "Oooooo," she sang, "Tifa's gonna kick your butt, Barrett!"

"Knock it off," Barrett fired back, but secretly he agreed.

The middle of a fight with four grashshrikes really wasn't the place to be interrogating the kid about Shinra policies, he did know that. But the surly mercenary's penchant for brushing him off with "how should I know?" type answers was grating on his nerves. All things considered, retorting "what, you don't remember?" shouldn't have been that big of a deal -- at least, it wouldn't have been for one of his team. But Cloud wasn't one of them. And something about Barrett's irritable comment had made him literally stumble mid swing, allowing an opportunistic grashshrike an opening to sting him in the side.

And unfortunately, what with how Tifa felt about her home -- the one Shinra destroyed -- Barrett suspected that saying Cloud was responsible for his own injuries wouldn't pass muster with the formidable Miss Lockhart. And anyway, regardless of how Barrett felt about the merc, he was Tifa's friend -- Ancients only knew why. The kid had lost enough for one lifetime. No reason to add her friend to that list.

"Well at least that was the last of 'em," he grunted, then he heaved himself upright and dusted off his knees.

"Jessie, Wedge, you go turn that job in and collect the pay. We'll meet you at the 7th Heaven to divide it."

He waved his machine-gun hand at Biggs.

"C'mere, you're making sure Junior here doesn't drop dead on the way home."

Cloud didn't mind Biggs, not really. But with the way his head was pounding, and his shirt felt like sandpaper against his chest, the idea of anyone "helping" him was both unappealing and embarrassing.

"Don't touch me," he snapped, pulling away quickly.

That was a mistake, as it turned out. The world started spinning again, and having an empty stomach didn't seem to matter after all as bile ejected from his mouth.

"Eesh." Wedge scrambled back. "You know what you need?"

"Five minutes' peace without all of you running around like broody chocobos?" Cloud asked dryly. This was ignored.

"You need a gingerbeer and salted crackers," Wedge said sagely. "Once that poison's cured, anyway."

"Leave me alone," Cloud groaned.

(Don't leave me alone! I don't want to be alone!)

"Just give me a Cure and I'll be fine."

"You need a Cura, idiot," Barrett chided him, without the usual bite. "We've got one at the bar."

Without a second of hesitation, the big man threw one of Cloud's arms over his shoulders and began walking. Cloud struggled to extricate himself from Barrett's grip, but doing so just made the nausea worse.

"I can walk!" he insisted.

"Like a drunken moogle, sure," Barrett snorted. "Listen kid, Tifa will have my head if I let you go back to work in this condition. You're lucky she wasn't there to see that, or we'd both be dead men. We're goin' home."

Cloud bared gritted teeth. "I'm going to throw up on you," he threatened.

Barrett just tightened his grip and rolled his eyes.

"Like I've never been puked on before?"

On Cloud's other side, Biggs gave him a weird look, and Barrett harrumphed a little.

"My daughter, knucklehead. You never burped a baby at Leaf House?"

"Ohhhh, gotcha." Biggs looked chagrined. "Kinda thought you meant bar patrons or something."

"You honestly think Tifa would let somebody get that drunk in my bar?" Barrett shook his head almost grimly. "Who needs a bouncer when you've got her?"

Cloud wasn't sure how they got from the edge of the slums to a ratty fold-out couch in the AVALANCHE headquarters after that, honestly, but at some point Biggs deposited a Cura on his chest with strict instructions to "play nice".

Cloud had been more confused about the direction than his sudden change in location...until he turned his head and found four year old Marlene wearing a children's Mage costume, holding a toy Bouncy Materia.

Bouncy Materia? That was a thing?

"I," said Marlene with all the solemnity a preschooler could muster, "am a mage. I'm gonna heal ya. Say aaaaahhhh."

Cloud blinked at the tiny figure incredulously. "....what?"

"Say aahhh!" Marlene repeated. "Daddy said to make sure you didn't get outta bed while he makes us lunch. Biggs said you had a tummyache, so I gotta make sure you don't have a bad sick like the flu."

"....how're you going to tell that by looking at my throat?" Cloud croaked.

The little girl shrugged. "I dunno, that's what the doctor does! She looks in my throat and then she knows why I feel sick."

Cloud pondered this.

"Well," he said at last, "I don't know enough about doctors to prove you wrong. Carry on, I guess."

He began to regret that when the sparkly stickers shaped like bandages came out.

All six sheets of them.

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #ff7 #ff7 remake #biggs and wedge #barrett wallace #marlene wallace #tifa lockhart #cloud strife #Cloud needs adult supervision. Cloud is not adult supervision.#sickfic #Barrett is making chicken noodle soup for Cloud but if asked he'll insist it's because Marlene asked for some. she didn't.#dadBarrett #does he realize he's acquired another kid yet? if he does he's in denial

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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JUST SO I DONT ANNOY YOUR NOTIFICATIONS IM JUST GONNA DUMP THESE ALL HERE

Birb : Why would you think any of this was a good idea?

Wednesday: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

Birb :

Wednesday: I don't know how you keep forgetting this.

—

Birb : That's greatly offensive to my people.

Wednesday : College dropouts?

—

Birb, at Wednesday’s funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*

Birb, leaning over Wednesday’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Wednesday, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

—

Birb: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Wednesday: Birb-

Wednesday: It- it was just an ant-

—

Birb : Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Wednesday , sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

—

Wednesday : How would you like your coffee?

Birb : As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Wednesday , looking at someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar.

—

Wednesday: What’s your type!?

Birb, bleeding out: Black hair, 5’1, goth, a talking hand for a companion-

Wednesday:

Wednesday: your blood type.

Birb: Bro, I don’t know.

—

Birb: Wednesday is playing hard to get.

Birb: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

—

Birb: Hey, Wednesday. What kind of flowers do you prefer?

Wednesday: I like dahlias.

Birb, pulling out a bouquet of knives: Well, shit-

—

Birb: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Wednesday is? Because Wednesday is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

—

Birb: Wednesday is a little bitch.

Enid : Why?

Birb: Number one, she’s little. Number two, she’s a bitch.

—

Enid: You use emoji’s like a straight person.

Birb: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

—

Enid : I feel like doing something stupid.

Birb : I’m stupid, do me.

Wednesday, from the other room: I THINK THE FUCK NOT.

—

Birb: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Wednesday: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Birb: surprise me

—

Birb: Even Wednesday and I have been getting closer. The other day, she gave me half of her sandwich.

Wednesday: I mistook them for a garbage can.

—

Wednesday: Birb, you're an asshole

Birb: You are what you eat Wednesday.

Wednesday:

Birb:

Wednesday:

Birb: OH WAIT.

—

Wednesday: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza.

Birb: So, you’re not going to share?

Wednesday: I’m not going to share.

—

Wednesday : Birb , no.

Birb : Birb , yes.

—

Wednesday: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

Birb:

Birb: Wednesday, you just go arrested for battery

🫐

No wait all of these are perfect I'm OBSESSED with these you came up with some GEMS

#birb quotes

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audible--silence · 2 years ago

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Sayu/GDL quotes / promises to self while drunk as shit

Que eres un baño?!

“Im so used to shit going wrong that it just doesnt phase me anymore”

“If i go into an office job id have to wake up in the morning, which i just don't wanna do”

A bar without a manager

Nothing feels better than going home but nothing feels better than leaving home too.

“Be a traveler not a tourist”

“I been keepin busy! No idea what with though. I just been smokin joints playing guitar and surfing”

One more bus

One more uber

One more hostel check in

One more round of storytelling how we got here

One more gig

A few more beers

Una mas cerveza

One more night

Una mas noche

No more waves

No more taco stands

No more in jokes

No more calling directions in spanish

No more setting up the tent in excitement

No more packing down the tent in a hurry

No more Duolingo sessions in a hammock

No more chess games

No more joints rolled at the last minute

No more joints smoked at all hours of the day

No more “you hungry?”

No more tracking down vegetables

No more long bus rides spent sharing snacks

No more movies on your shit tablet

No more pringles, principe and stoner snacks

No more reminding each other to get our shit together

No more jamming guitar

No dancing while doing simple tasks

No more of your tunes

No more guac n beer

No more two aussie dickheads

“Phone wallet shoes nothing on my head that im gonna lose”

“Adios Cabron”

“His drip dope, you gotta be 70% homeless, 20% gay to be fly”

“Whats the 10%?”

“Opium”

“Stoner! I choose you!!”

“Yeah well, fuck off” on cross cultural relatability

hope is a hell of a drug

The enemy was defeated, in a valiant battle with three little Mexican girls with long hair and cute gold glasses, not far from the stargazers, at midday, with ice cream. Or the youthful romantics, an archetype that seems to transcend every culture since society itself. Watched on in silence by the cute, erratic yet robotic, overly friendly squirrels. A picnic without snacks, soundtracked by Jeff Buckley in the shade of a well watered bush

Manifestation is gaslighting yourself

The heat of hell is ever so slightly warmer for you isnt it”

“You sound like a constitution”

“We need to rebrand politics but with much more sex”

“Dont smoke”

W dart in mouth

“A bar for a football team that never wins, for fans that never succeed”

“If you commit suicide you cant go to the pub”

a british guy

“Yeah but if you commit suicide, guess where we go? The fucking pub”

another british guy

A game of football can mean two very different things depending on who’s watching

A taco is only as a good as what you can put on it

Am i going to regret not going out? Enjoying it all? Being young n stupid in Mexico and everywhere else?

Will I regret not knowing what any of these drunk messages to self mean? Probably.

Booze is fuel for survival. I am a bartender who hates going out. A socialite who cannot stand socializing.

words from a drunk aus fuck in Mexico, solo, with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle”

“Its fuxkin mexixo ya prick”- on uber eats, n walkin for street food

2.12 - the minute of the end of the phonecall w ya nan, the only pure soul left in ya life

Thanks for finding me phone - from a welsh cunt who likes flashing his dick

I love thinking while drunk because I don’t have to deal with the realizations

Chinga su madre but with a car horn

“We’ve literally sat down all day”

“Thats what traveling is about. Traveling halfway across the world just to sit down”

dive bars, tacos with drunks and adele on the roof till 4am

“I dont identify as American I identify as a marxist”

The more decrepit and dilapidated the restaurant looks, the better the food is.

Weathered hands make the food, not fresh paint on the walls

“Theres more to life than dating everyone you meet, i guess”

“I either need tequila or a sweater and im not sure which it is”

“The cartels comin” shoot ya drink

“You look good bro!”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, he’s just happy”

deja vu from a rooftop w some beautiful Mexicanos in GDL

“How dare you show so much grace so many time zones away”

feel like we gon spend the rest our lives searching for the thrill of skating to the ellenbrook hungry jacks at midnight for snacks while on a videogame bender

Lessons from seeing your favorite band in a new place: It’s better with your friends. In the place you came to love them, even if its less fun

“We have this saying in Mexico that says “Las bonitas tambien quiermbaila“ which means “the pretty woman also wants to dance”

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delcakoo · 2 years ago

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AAAAAA HELLO BUBS💙💙💙 HOW ARE YOU??? I woke up from a nap and just started eating and its so yummy bro wbU?? we have diff time zones from what i know so you'll prolly get this early in the morning HAHAHA.. what did i miss?? anything you've got to say to me? any updates or literally just aNYTHING IM DOWN WITH WHATEVER. fill me up 😔 oh also, i recently found someone has a crush on me ALTHOUGH I CANT REALLY SEEM TO BELIEVE IT BECAUSE LIKE ITS SO NOT OFTEN. LIKE IDK HOW TO HANDLE IT YESTERDAY THAT PERSON WHO HAD A CRUSH ON ME WAS ON THE SAME GROUP AS ME AND NGL, if u observe his body language hes kinda uh idk he makes joke TOOOOO much. true or not i hope it isn't because like I DON'T LIKE ENGAGING MYSELF IN THINGS LIKE THAT. LIKE I NEVER WANTED TO KNOW UNTIL MY CLASSMATE TOLD ME ABT IT, saying he talks about me and his friends in a gc im not in. whether its true or not i hope whatever he says about me are nice things, idek if hes a good guy like ok ure allowed to like me but if you talk abt me in any way that isn't appropriate, gtfo. BUT ANYWAY DID U MISS ME? because i did and ure my only best friend that i update my days abt so bare with me pls😔 i hope im not like to yk exaggerating if i make u uncomfy soemtimes tellme OKAY??? oh omg we have science tmrw going to lab and do some experiments im vv excited, whats ur fav subj my love?? mines science!!!! daily reminder to take care of yourself ema. i love u okAy BABYEE UPDATE U AGAIN💙

-m💙

MOONIE THE LOML <3 AHH IM SORRY I REPLIEF SO LATE BUT I HOPE U ATE WELL HEHE I AM GOODDDD! VV BUSY FOR SOME REASON IT’S LIKE PROJECT SEASON AT MY SCHOOL LIKE I HAVE 3 PROJECTS TO DO 😍😍 hmmhmh u didnt miss much !! my life has been very satisfactory rn i dont have any tea to spill 🙄 i love my irl friends so much i’m lucky enough to be in a rlly secure group of ppl so i’ve been super happy and well!! mmm i’ve been listening to on a ride by red velvet, yummy by after school, and anxiety by jvke recently AND OH OH ANOTHER SUPER GREAT THING. at my school u need to have two hours of service in the sports department to graduate for some wack reason, AND CURRENTLY WE’RE HAVING THIS BIG BASKETBALL TOURNEY right? so so me n my friend were like ok. lets sign up for the first thinf we see CUZ WE WANTED TO GET THESE HOURS DONEEE 😭 AND WE THOUGHT WE SIGNED UP FOR SECURITY, BUT APARENTLY ITS THIS THING CALLED ‘HOSPITALITY’ WHERE ALL WE FUCKING DO IS SIT BEHIND THE TEAM AND CHEER THEM ON AND GIVE THEM THEIR WATER AND SHI ☠️☠️ my other friends have to do like refilling waterbottles and concession and shit meanwhile I GOT FRONT ROW SEATS TO THE GAME FOR DOING NOTHING AND I GET MY HOURS ALONG THE WAY LMAOO 🧌🧌🧌🧌 classic ema W am i right 🙏

AND OMFGGGG THATS SO EXCITING DO U KNOW THE GUY WELL? 😭 DO U THINK U COULD LIKE HIM BACK OR NAH ??? AND YES OFC I MISSED U ur such a sweetheart n’ i love getting ur messages :(( <3 YOU’RE NOT EXAGGERATING AT ALL MY DEAR I RLLY DONT MIND KEEP DOING IT ISHSJNDD MWAH!! and. science is like. my least favourite LMAOOOO 😭 MOON TUTOR ME WTF I LITERALLY SUCK ASS AT EVERYTHING SCIENCE 🙁🙁 THAT DOES SOUND FUN THO I HOPE THE LAB WENT WELL!!! my favorites probably english jsjsjs all i know is i’m a english/socials over math/science person 😭😭😭

YES OF COURSE U TOO DARLING DRINK LOTS OF WATER AND EAT WELL PKAY???? SMOOCH SMOOCH LOVE U TOOOOO 💗💗💗💗💗

#delcakoo #m anon

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space-mermaid-writing · 2 years ago

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 1

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision.

This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Read it on AO3 | Next Chapter

Chapter's Note: Well, here it is! A brand new Loki x Reader series. It's finished on paper and will be updated regularly. New chapters every Saturday. As always: thanks to my lovely beta @zaria-04

Chapter 1: You have my attention

You flash your brand new work badge at the SHIELD agents that greet you after you step out of the elevator. They also take a look in your bag, but find nothing they don’t like and let you pass.

The next door leads you into one of the large suites of the Avenger Tower. It’s an open room concept: a luxury living room with a kitchen, a dining area and a bar. There, one of the walls is one giant window with a magnificent view over the city.

There are several doors into the private rooms. The two Asgardian princes live in the suite, but you see neither of them. You take a quick glance at your watch, and see that you are on time.

"Hello?" you call out questioningly to the room as you walk through it. There's no answer.

You place a bag from a bakery on the coffee table. Everyone likes pastries, right? And it's still early enough that it could count as breakfast.

Then you sit down on the couch and wait. For this occasion you've chosen a smart casual outfit with pants and a beautiful blouse. Not quite the style you normally prefer, but it fits the job and the city.

You somewhat wonder what you are doing here.

A few days ago, Stephen Strange contacted you with a request for a job. They were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak.

He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. Probably neither option had appealed him much, but as far as Thor had let slip, ‘unworthy people were still more bearable than the stern presence of father’ – Loki’s words

In any case, the Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision.

Strange asked you because they were looking for someone from outside, preferably someone with skills. The Sorcerer Supreme himself doesn't have the time or inclination to deal with this. But he recommended you because he seems to think you're quite good at dealing with people.

This elicited an amused snort from you, because you've spent the last decade in a small cottage in a remote part of Europe, meeting people only when work requires it.

But apparently the Avengers were desperate enough that they invited you in for an interview anyway. You got a plane ticket emailed to you, which merely elicits another laugh from you.

On the day of the interview, the door to Tony Stark's office suddenly lit up as you stepped through.

"I take it you're the witch Doctor Wizard told us about?" He greeted you with raised eyebrows.

"And you are the flying tin man," you replied just to tease him.

He took an instant liking to you and that was a good foundation for this job interview. He explained to you the details of what this was all about.

"We need someone who tries to understand him, if that is even possible. Some kind of responsible contact person. Preferably someone who won't be easily intimidated by him."

"A babysitter," you summarized.

"Babysitter, friend, chaperon. Call it what you will, Sabrina. So far, Loki has been too unpredictable and therefore a threat. Thor can't be by his side 24/7. Besides, the relationship between the two isn't always the best either. If you're successful, we'll be all eternally grateful. And, of course, there's hard cash money in for you."

"I don't know if I can make a difference," you admitted, "You can't change people just like that."

He didn't seem to hold it against you and merely shrugged.

"It's worth a shot. I won't hold it against you if it doesn't work. We're just running out of options here."

That did make you a little curious.

"What else did you try?" you asked.

"A lot. So… yeah. It can only get better."

He offered you a drink, but you declined. You took the job, because you were curious. It was not everyday you get the chance to meet Norse gods.

If they would show up, that is.

You wait an hour before you get up and leave. You leave the paper bag, otherwise there is no evidence of your visit. As agreed, as soon as you're back in the elevator, you call Stark to give him a report.

"You lasted longer than I thought, Sabrina," he greets you, right after the first ring, as if he had waited for your call.

"That would probably be more impressive if Loki had actually shown up," you reply, giving him a brief summary of your less than eventful meeting.

"According to Jarvis, Loki hasn't left the floor," Tony notes after a brief pause. "It's a game for him. Everything is."

"Well, I've got time. And honestly, I'm not complaining when I get paid for just sitting there," you say with a shrug.

"That's the spirit. See you tomorrow, Sabrina." You guess Tony really likes giving nicknames.

You leave the elevator and walk through the corridors. Tony has given you the key card to a room where you can make yourself at home. Not that you plan on staying here outside of your job hours, but it's nice to have a retreat where you can be undisturbed. Plus, you can set up a permanent portal to your home there. It's easier and faster than having to open a new one every time.

The door to your room is in the middle of the hallway and you can recognize it only by its number, because they look all the same. You hold the key card in front of the scanner and with a short ‘beep’ the lock opens.

You step inside. The room looks like a spacious hotel room. In the front there is a small sitting area with several armchairs. A work desk is facing the wall. Further back is a queen sized bed and on the wall opposite is a dresser with a TV. Everything is in neutral colors.

You see two more doors. One leads to a modern, bright bathroom, while the other to a walk-in closet. You choose the latter to set up your portal. You take chalk out of your bag and draw runes on the door frame, muttering words softly. It's a complicated pattern, but over the years you've memorized it. You always know your way back home.

After you have made the last line and said the last word, the chalk lights up briefly and burns into the frame. You touch a specific rune and open the door. On the other side you see the kitchen in your cottage.

Satisfied with your work, you step home.

The next morning you walk at the same time into the suite of the Asgardian princes. And you are greeted by the same picture as the day before: a seemingly empty apartment.

"Hello?" you call out questioningly, announcing your arrival. Even if you are sure that you haven’t gone unnoticed.

Again, you get no answer.

On the coffee table is still the baker's bag you picked up yesterday and when you look inside, you see that the contents are untouched. As if no one had been here in the meantime.

"It’s very nice of Stark to send me a new pet toy," you suddenly hear a deep voice. It sounds like a dark velvet cloak wrapping around your shoulders. Not comfortable and relaxing, but heavy. As if it wanted to capture you and never let go.

The voice sounds so close behind you that you whirl around in surprise, your hands clenched into fists.

In front of you stands Loki, grinning amused at you. This is exactly the kind of reaction he wanted to evoke. He wears Asgardian clothes: dark trousers that seem to be made of leather or a similar material and a wraparound dark green tunic , decorated at the edges with fine golden lines. Everything fits perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for him.

You draw your brows together and your expression turns cool. You hate being startled like this.

"I'm not a toy," you clarify. Thankfully, your words sound more confident than you feel. Your heart is still pounding up to your throat, but you try to calm it down with a deep breath.

"My name is-…"

"I don't care," Loki interrupts you, seeming almost bored. "You won't be here for long anyway."

What a nice greeting.

Loki's eyes scrutinize you closely, wandering down your body and back up again. Outwardly, he can't see any trace of fear on you. Just maybe a hint of discomfort because he's standing in your personal space.

"You're different. What are you? Another PR agent? A SHIELD agent? A psychiatrist?"

His voice turns to liquid oil running down the back of your neck. It's like he's trying to make you slip so you'll make a mistake. He takes another step toward you, but you don’t retreat. Instead you look up at him, almost defiantly.

Your fingers next to your body are tense, ready to defend or even attack should he venture any further. But you don't intend to let him upset you so easily.

"Neither," you reply shortly, breaking eye contact now to circle the coffee table. You sit down at the same spot as yesterday and invite Loki with a gesture to sit down as well.

He ignores this invitation. "What are you then?” he demands to know instead.

"Does it matter?" You cross your legs and tilt your head. "I thought I wouldn’t be here for long anyway."

Loki eyes you again, but this time with more interest. You imagine to see the corners of his mouth twitching upward minimally as he finally sits down on the couch.

"You have my attention."

That's a start. The beginning of a normal conversation. You just have to play your cards right. You pull out a small notebook and a pen from your bag.

"Do you prefer to be called Mr. Odinson or Mr. Laufeyson?" you ask the Asgardian.

Immediately, his face darkens. "I despite both," he hisses.

You don’t press into details. "So just Loki?"

"'My Prince' or 'Your Highness' will do."

He grins slyly, showing his white teeth. It's like the smile of a snake about to lunge forward and bite. His whole attitude is like someone who is used to making everyone jump at his every command. You make a little note in your book.

Spoiled brat.

"I understand that you are Asgardian Royalty but I don't care about titles or ranks. How about Mr. Loki?"

It annoys him that you don't react to him. "How would you like it if I called you ‘my little pet’?"

"I wouldn't like that."

"If you say so, pet."

This is going to be a long day.

"I think it's quite fitting,” Loki smirks.

You look at your watch. "Well, it was certainly nice to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to go."

You actually don't but you have enough of Loki for one day. If anything his presence is draining. You heard what he can be capable of and even though you're not afraid, you're still on guard. After all, you've been walking this earth for some decades and you're not reckless.

You rise and Loki nods to yesterday's bakery bag, still untouched on the table. "Your offerings have not found favor with this god. Take them with you. I don't want them. Make an effort next time."

You are exceptionally calm as you turn around to him one last time. "I will make as much of an effort as this god deserves."

The door closes before you can hear his answer.

So that was the famous, infamous God of mischief. You don't wonder why so many people seem to have quit this job after only a few days. He is intense. But at least he showed up today and you were able to talk to him. You count that as a success.

You send a short report to Tony as you take the elevator up. There is an area that has been described to you as a general location in the tower. Curious about it, you head there.

It's on the upper floors and turns out to be a large lounge with access to an outdoor area. There are several couches, a large bar and a stunning view of the city.

Through an open passageway, you see a kitchen area. There, you look through the cabinets for a bowl to put the pastries from the bag. Just because Loki doesn't want them, it’s no reason to throw them away. You take one for yourself and put the rest at the bar for everyone.

Your cottage is located in the middle of nowhere, a good distance away from the nearest village. There are a few small trees around it and it is bordered by berry hedges. In the back you have several herb beds, which you always take care of diligently.

The house itself is not very big, but it is enough for you. The main room is a large kitchen, where you spend most of your time. Even now you are standing there. Around you float several bowls and a whisk that moves by itself, stirring a batter.

You open one of the many cabinets at the wall and search the compartments for a particular jar. Most of it is sorted alphabetically, because otherwise you would lose track with all the ingredients and supplies you store here.

"Caterpillars, caramel chicken beaks… ah, cocoa."

You pull out a jar of brown powder and add a few spoonfuls to the bowl with the spinning whisk.

Cooking and brewing potions are often not so different. You just have to be careful which pot you use for what.

Today you're baking, because spurred on by Loki's words, you want to bring him something he'll like. Normally, such challenges don't interest you, but in this case it's different. Last time you brought him something from a baker. This time he will get something from your own kitchen. And you'll be damned if he doesn't like it.

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the-type-a · 2 years ago

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Little drabble for @art-by-mira !

The idea behind this was Scott flirting a little with Courtney, and of course Duncan being jealous about it.

I based it during All Stars (in between challenges). It just seemed like the best setting for it because Duncan was actually jealous when Scottney/Scourtney (still don’t know which one it is) were spending time together.

This was actually very fun to write!

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Courtney was sitting outside of the losers cabin. She could not believe her team had lost the first challenge. I guess some things never change on this island, she thought as she stared out towards the dock. She heard the heavy mahogany doors of the winners mansion open and close, time to put on that poker face her mind reminded her.

“You’re Courtney, right?” She did not recognize the voice. When she looked over she saw one of the newer contestants leaning against the railing. Scott was it? Courtney had caught snippets of the prior season and remembered how ruthless he had been.

“The one and only.” She said proudly.

“You play a good game.” Scott said as he took a seat next to her. Courtney watched as he took out a huge shark's tooth and whittled away on a piece of bark hanging from the railing.

“If you don’t remember, my team lost.” Who was this guy? Was he just trying to rub winning the first challenge in her face? There was still plenty of opportunity for her team to triumph.

Scott laughed at her, “I meant in the previous seasons. You are one firecracker.” He continued as he pointed the shark tooth at her for emphasis.

“Thank you? I think.” Courtney had definitely never heard that one before. It had been such a long time since anyone had given her any type of compliment.

“You got a real cute face too, but I’m sure you’ve heard that before.” He said, now looking away from her. In reality, Scott had loved watching Courtney in the first couple seasons, and when he heard he would play against her for this season he jumped at the chance. The girl was crafty, and she wasn’t scared to demand what needed to be done. It was hot.

“Not from anyone important.” Courtney said with a laugh. Only one person had told her she had a cute face before, but look how that turned out. The second season really showed her less appealing side, and if she cared enough she would sue Chris for defamation of character.

Scott opened his mouth but was interrupted by a gasp, “Oh, so I’m not important anymore?!” The two sitting on the steps looked over to the whining voice, Duncan.

Courtney rolled her eyes, she was not about to give him the time of day. Duncan had made his bed, he could lay in it now. Luckily for her, Scott spoke up before Duncan had a chance to ask her anything else.

“Where’s your girlfriend?”

Courtney bit down on her tongue from laughing. She wasn’t stupid, she knew she had hit a nerve when she out right ignored him during the first challenge. Maybe Lindsay was right. Who knew?

“My what?” Duncan asked, confused until he realized he indeed had a girlfriend who was probably not that far away, “Oh shit, mind your damn business!” He shouted at Scott.

“I could say the same for you.” Scott said with a shrug, he got up and looked at Courtney, “See you around?”

Courtney just nodded her head before she too got up and made her way towards the other side of camp. It was better to make allies now, and maybe she could work an alliance with him when the teams merged. He seemed like a formidable competitor.

Once she was out of sight Duncan narrowed his eyes at his teammate.

“Watch your back with her. She has no loyalty.”

“Funny coming from you.” Scott laughed, how stupid did Duncan think he was? If Duncan was trying to intimidate him it wasn’t working.

“Bro, we’re on the same team. Just looking out for you.” Duncan said, trying to justify his comment.

“Yeah?” Scott asked before taking a step closer to the punk before continuing, “It has nothing to do with the fact she’s shown you no interest this past week,” he poked Duncan in the chest, causing him to stumble back slightly. Scott continued, “or maybe because she’s clearly moved on, and might be open to something with someone else?”

“You implying something?” Duncan said as he shoved Scott’s shoulder, slightly getting in his face.

“You’re jealous.” Scott said as he crossed his arms. He realized he and Duncan had some similarities, many actually. One thing stood out between them though, Scott was indeed loyal when it came to something, or someone important. He couldn’t say the same for Duncan.

“Shut the fuck up—” Duncan began before being cut off.

“Duncan, jealous? Of what?” Scott looked behind him and saw another teammate, Gwen approaching them. Well, wasn't this funny?

Scott looked at Duncan, and by the look on his face he could tell Duncan was pleading with him to not mention his former flame. There was no way Scott was going to let this opportunity pass, as far as he cared Duncan was the first to go on their team if they lost. It was just strategy, and a little annoyance.

“Of me talking to Courtney. See y’all around.” Scott said to Gwen as he saluted them both and jogged off.

He heard faint arguing as he laughed to himself. He remembered what happened on season 3, anyone with a brain cell knew. It was funny how the tables had turned. Scott didn’t care for the two, but especially Duncan. Scott was on the villains team after all, he was going to make the most of it.

#td courtney #td scott #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama scott #total drama duncan #scottney #scourtney #duncney #small drabble

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years ago

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A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.1

***This request gives me sooooooooo many Sk8 The Infinity Sad!Reki vibes it's insane! Which, as the angst-obsessed weirdo that I am, I love. For anyone curious, I set out my specifications for asks with poly!mc dating all the demon bros in a previous ask HERE. I hope this is something along the lines of what you're looking for @ang3lsblue *** Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE Date night was always difficult when it came to dating the seven lords of the Devildom. For starters, it was in the nature of several of them to keep you to themselves. Leviathan and Mammon in particular had a hard time adjusting to the idea that you loved all the brothers equally and wanted to spend time with all of them. Things were bumpy when the relationship first got started, but after some communication and careful negotiation, you were all able to find a way to make this work. One particular boundary that had been set up early on was a line up from oldest to youngest of who got to take you out on a date next. That day, in particular, had been Beel's turn. The two of you were at a professional Fangol game. Although you had a decent understanding of the sport from watching Beel's practices and games so often, you still found yourself leaning over to ask him questions from time to time. Beel would smile, and answer them easily without an ounce of judgement. The night had been going wonderfully with Beel's favourite team winning as the half-time buzzer went off. The friendly giant stood and looked down at you. "I'm going to go get some snacks from the canteen. Did you want to come with me?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "No, I'm pretty comfy here. Will you get me popcorn and a bottle of water while you're there though?" He knelt down and kissed the top of your head. "Sure thing, Honey Bun. I'll be right back. Stay here and be careful, okay?"

You giggled and waved at your doting boyfriend as he walked away. You pulled out your D.D.D. and began responding to the few texts that your other partners had sent you checking on things and making sure that you were okay. You were in the middle of responding to particularly curious Leviathan when you began to notice the words being spoken around you. "That's them right? The human that's sleeping around with the Avatars of Sin?" "God, what do the Lords even see in them? I mean seriously? They're just a pathetic human." "Honestly, the brothers are probably only dating them out of pity. I mean what else could it be?" "Did you see Beelzebub walk away earlier? He couldn't wait to get away from them. I bet he's ditching them right now." "Ha! Maybe I should go find him? Diavolo knows that anything would be better than dating a weakling like that." "The human needs to take a hint and back off. They can't even compare to the lords. I mean they're the strongest demons in the Devildom, and who is this human? Nothing. They'll never even compare." You froze clutching your D.D.D. tightly in your hand. What those asshole lower demons were saying, wasn't true right? Your boyfriends loved you and had proved it a number of times. This was just nothing jealous gossip. "Can you imagine being as blind and naïve as they are? Like how do they not see how much they annoy the brothers?" You winced as slid down in your seat a little. You did have the tendency to go off and do exactly what the brothers told you not to do. You were constantly stirring up trouble and getting involved in business that wasn't yours to meddle with. They were always having to protect you and save you from the messes that you had made yourself. You really were just a defenceless, small, human in a world of powerful strong demons after all. That much was true. Now that you thought about it, there was some logic to what these other demons were saying. Demons live for centuries if not millennia. You would be dead within the next several decades. Why would they waste their time tying themselves down to someone whose existence is a mere blink of an eye to them? Why are you allowing yourself to hold them back? "MC?" You flinched and looked up to see Beel frowning down at you in concern from behind the mountain of snacks that he was carrying. He sat down and set the food on his lap so that he could place a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright? You look upset?" You didn't want to ruin the night for Beelzebub. He had been looking forward to this game for weeks. You flashed him a fake smile and nodded. "Everything's fine Beel. Just daydreamed a little while you were gone." He looked at you with uncertainty as you grabbed your water and popcorn from his stash. "Are you sure MC? If something's wrong, we can go home and watch a movie or-" The buzzer signalling the start of the next quarter. It was exactly the distraction you needed to get the focus off of you. "Oh look! The games about to start again! You should start working on those nachos before they go cold." You could feel Beelzebub's eyes on you as you stubbornly stared at the field. He squeezed your shoulder once, before pulling his hand away and beginning to munch on his collection of food. You were much quieter for the rest of the night. You stopped asking Beel about things that confused you about the sport. You barely touched your popcorn. Even though you were watching the players the whole time, you couldn't remember a single thing that happened after halftime. Although you were physically at the game, in your head you were running through every single time you had inconvenienced your partners. As the minutes ticked by, it became glaringly obvious to you that the demons were right. You didn't deserve them. You jumped as the final buzzer went off, and blinked at the scoreboard. Beel's team had won. You got on your feet and urged yourself to cheer like everyone else around you. Beelzebub's eyebrows narrowed as he watched you, and you could tell that he was suspicious of you. You tried

to up your game and laughed at him. "Why are you so serious? You should be celebrating! Your team won!" You stood on your tippy-toes and poked his cheeks into a smile. Beel chuckled and took your hands into his own, pressing a kiss to them. "You're right. I'm sorry." You tried not to let your smile falter as you heard people whisper about how disgusting it was that he was even touching a being like you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, unaware of voices talking lowly about the two of you, and began to walk out of the arena. "We should probably go home. It's been a long day, huh?" The walk home was quiet and tense. Beel obviously knew that something was wrong, but you just couldn't bring yourself to talk about it yet. As you arrived at the House of Lamentation, Levi was pouting in the living room. "You can't just have MC to yourself all night, Beel. It's not fair to the rest of us." Belphegor flicked Levi's head as he walked by. "It's his turn for date night, Levi. He can do whatever he damn pleases. You didn't hear any of us complaining when you holed MC up in your room gaming and watching animes for twenty-four hours on your last date night." Leviathan huffed and sunk down into the couch, purposely stretching out his legs so that Belphie couldn't sit. Belphie rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair as he approached the two of you. "How was the game? Did you have fun?" The evening's discoveries were weighing down on you as you tried to pull together a small smile for Belphie. "It was fantastic! Beel's team won and there was confetti and everything!" You held your breath as the twins made eye contact and silently agreed that you were keeping something from them. Before anyone could say anything you gave them both kisses on the cheeks. "I-I'm feeling pretty tired though. So I think I'm going to head to bed," before they could react you made your way towards your room. "Thanks for the night out Beel! I loved it. See you in the morning!" And you were gone. The three brothers blinked at where you once stood. Levi frowned and sat up. "Well, that was weird. Have they been like that all night?" Beel grunted with a nod. "Something's not right. I think something happened, b-but I don't know what. One moment they were happy and genuinely enjoying themselves. Then I went to get snacks and when I came back they were like this!" Belphie patted his twin's back. "It's not your fault Beel. MC adores you, you know that. Something must have happened, and we're going to find out what."

***AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH turns out I'm going to have to break this down into two parts! For now, here is part one! I hope you enjoyed @ang3lsblues! Stay tuned for the other bros and to see how they handle MC's insecurities.***

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

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They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children…

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still!

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip!

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment.

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent.

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating...

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident…

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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strangelysamantha · 3 years ago

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cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

my masterlist

part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

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