#ugh I need a better tag system | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

training4theapocalypse · 11 months

Text

Pushover (Jeffrey Steinberg x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT, Rough sex, Degradation, Dub-con, Dom!Jeffrey, Sub!Reader, Breeding kink, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex M receiving, PIV

Summary: It's the apocalypse and you're stuck in an ecosphere with the last nine other people in the world - including Jeffrey Steinberg. If he could stop talking down to you for one second you could show him how useful you'd be to him.

A/N: Just be aware I wrote this in a day because I needed to get some feelings out my system. I've never written for an in-progress piece of work before so if Jeffrey turns out to be an even worse person than we already know I am sorry. This takes place roughly at the end of Ep4 of Evergreen.

Masterlist

Join my tag list: @pretendfan, @countlambula, @chiaraanatra, @stainedpomegranatelips, @navs-bhat

Chapter Text:

“Hey, second fiddle! Get in here.”

“Don’t call her that.”

You open the control room door where Hannah and Jeffrey are staring at the screens. He leans back in his chair to look past Hannah, standing next to him, to get a good look at you when you enter. His dark curly hair is messed up like he’s been stressed out and running his hands through it.

“So, Finn’s assistant's assistant -”

“You know she’s not my assistant, Jeffrey. She’s Finn’s second assistant,” says Hannah scathingly.

He waves his hand dismissively. “Hannah says you actually might know something about this firewall?”

“Yes.”

“How does Finn Gorale’s second-favourite pet know how to get past the firewall?” He raises his eyebrow.

“I know how to code. Finn let me work on the firewall for my professional development.”

“Ugh.” He rolls his eyes. “He really had you all lapping up the big happy corporate family thing here, didn’t he?” Jeffrey rolls his chair back from the control panel. “Go on then, show me.”

“Jeffrey,” Hannah warns. “Don’t let him speak to you like that,” she adds to you.

“I’d be happy to show Mr Steinberg anything he wants to see.”

The corners of his mouth turn up in a wry smile. He liked that. And he has dimples. You’re stuck in an underground ecosphere with the billionaire AI mogul who you’ve had a ridiculous crush on for a long time. Of course, he has dimples. As if he couldn’t be any more perfect.

Ever since he gave the commencement speech at your graduation ceremony a few years ago, Jeffrey Steinberg has been the subject of your fantasies. Obviously, you applied to work for Jeffrey’s company straight after graduation but without success. You suspected that Jeffrey was kind of a misogynist - his executive assistants were all exclusively men. Finn, for all his flaws, at least didn’t seem to care about your gender.

“I’d better go help Axel and Aida with the harvester,” says Hannah, she pauses on her way out. “Don’t let him push you around.”

You keep your eyes on him as the sound of the door shutting and locking itself electronically beeps when Hannah exits the room.

You’re not sure what you wouldn’t let Jeffrey Steinberg do to you. You’d be more than happy for him to push you around, bend you over the console, fuck you any way he wanted to. Your so far one-sided feelings for him have only intensified while you’ve been stuck in this hellscape of an ecosphere with only nine other people for company.

As an executive assistant, normally you can hold your own around egotistical men. Put them in their place with your sharp tongue. But something about Jeffrey’s disdain towards your very presence here makes you crumble. You’re desperate for him to notice you. Notice how useful you could be to him. Even if he were to decide your only usefulness amounted to you waiting in his bed for him on your knees every night.

You flush, embarrassed by your own lewd thoughts. It’s your ninth day down here. Not only are you socially starved but you’re also way more aroused than usual. Your girlfriends used to joke that you needed locking up during this time of the month when you were ovulating. Like a werewolf at full moon. You feel feral.

“Er, hello?” Jeffrey’s voice snaps you back to reality.

You clear your throat and teeter on your heels over to the console. He doesn’t deign to give you his chair, instead, he rolls it back to watch you lean over the keyboard.

“I just need to look up when Hal-9000 was last rebooted,” you say, clicking around, and searching for the date.

“You can say it’s name. It can’t hear us in here.”

“It can hear everything. It’s everywhere.”

“I disabled it in this room. Cortex, can you hear me? Cortex? There’s been an accident, Cortex, Finn’s assistant is choking to death in the control room. It’s the cute, innocent one, not the bitchy one, so you’d better hurry!” You glance at him over your shoulder to see him smirking. “See?”

You turn back to face the screen quickly before he can notice your smile. Cute. You open files on the screen, checking the reboot data.

You can feel his eyes on you. You’re not sure if he’s staring at what you’re doing on the screen or the way you’re bent over in front of him. Either way, you like it.

“You said when I first got here that we’d never met before. But that’s not true, is it? I know you from somewhere.”

“Not likely. But you gave the commencement speech at my graduation a few years ago.”

“You graduated from MIT?”

“What, like it’s hard?” You discreetly pick up the pace of your searching, keen to show off how quickly you can crack the firewall issue.

“MIT… I’ve got it.” He snaps his fingers and points at you like he’s just realised something. “You applied for a job with me. Does Finn know he was second choice? Or is that why he made you his second choice?” His sudden revelation isn't convincing. You have a feeling he's been sitting on this information for a while.

“Finn might be a shitty boss but unlike you he actually hires women.”

“Woah, woah, woah - who says I don’t hire women?”

“Your last five assistants were all men. None of them have lasted as long as I have with Finn, by the way.”

“Look, I’m not Finn. I can’t spend my day around a fuckable assistant without doing something about it. That means all the applications from the pretty ones go straight in the bin, no matter if they went to MIT.”

“That’s a textbook example of misogyny.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it? Call the EEOC? It’s not like they exist anymore.”

You say nothing. You hate that he didn’t hire you. But at least you know it’s because he thought you were pretty - so that’s something, right? And could you honestly say you wouldn’t have tried to fuck him at the first opportunity, even if he was your boss? Maybe he was on to something.

“Cortex hasn’t been rebooted since the day before doomsday,” you say, finally finding the data.

He brings his chair forward to look at the screen. You shift uncomfortably on your feet in your high heels.

“Sit here,” he says, nudging the back of your knee with his. You pretend to hesitate, only so he can’t tell how eager you are. You sit down on his lap. “Good girl. See, this is the type of shit I’d be pulling if you were my assistant. Anyway…” He reaches around you to grab the mouse and is quiet for a moment while he takes in the information. His other hand rests on your upper thigh.

“You said Finn was a shitty boss. But are you still loyal to him?”

He tilts his head, scanning your face for any indication of dishonesty. You meet his gaze, glad for an excuse to look into his green eyes.

“I’ll be as loyal or disloyal as you want me to be.”

“Very good answer.” He says, his fingertips on his free hand brushing the inside of your leg. “As it happens, that’s exactly what I want. Out there, I want you to pretend to be loyal to Finn. But in here, I want you to help me locate Finn’s private servers.”

You bite your lip before throwing caution to the wind. “I have conditions.”

“Let’s hear them, then.”

“Out there I want you to show me some respect. No more talking down to me in front of the others.”

“Alright, that’s fair en-”

“But inside here -” you feel butterflies in your stomach. “- I want you to disrespect me in every way you know how. And I want you to do it now. As a show of good faith.”

Jeffrey exhales deeply and you feel something hard pressing against your hip.

“God, you would have been a fucking terrible assistant” He shakes his head.

Oh shit.

“I never would have gotten anything done,” he says, looking at you with an unmistakeable glint in his eye. From the sideways position you’re sitting on his lap, he draws your leg up onto the armrest, spreading your legs apart and forcing your minidress to roll up, exposing your underwear.

Oh shit.

He runs the back of his hand across your pussy through the fabric before suddenly yanking your underwear to the side so he can draw his fingers along your slit, finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the top.

“Fuck,” you whisper and turn your head, bringing your lips close to his - almost touching. He smells good. Expensive.

“So wet already.” He rolls his wet fingertips around your clit. “What a wet, fucking desperate little slut you are.”

“I’ve been like this every day here,” you confess.

“So I should have trusted my instincts and let myself into your room after those drinks on the first night?” Jeffrey keeps circling your clit, making you squirm in his lap.

“Yes, fuck yes.”

“What would I have found, I wonder? You fucking yourself like this?” He slides a finger inside you.

You part your lips panting at the intrusion, feeling his finger curl up inside you. He sucks on your neck. Fuck - there’s going to be a bruise there tomorrow. His mark on you for everyone to see.

“No - wait! The others will notice if I have a hickey.”

“So?”

“I - I want them to respect me out there.”

His finger moves in and out of you and you feel you pelvic muscles tighten under the pressure. You might want the others to respect you but he knows you want nothing of the sort from him in here. And he’s taking your request seriously.

“So put some fucking makeup on it to cover it up. I see you wearing it out there - the world has ended and you’re the only one still bothering with makeup. I wonder why?”

He knows why.

“Fuck, and this tight little dress. Who’s that for?”

He knows who it’s for.

“And those ridiculous shoes. I mean, for God’s sake we’re living in a ecosphere.”

He slips another digit inside you, and you welcome it gratefully as he keeps crooking and stroking his fingertips against you g-spot. Every movement he makes inside your soaking wet cunt pulls a helpless little moan from you.

“Fuck, Jeffrey, I -, I -” Pleasure ignites up low in your abdomen. The increasingly wet sound of his fingers fucking you, giving away just how turned on you are, threatens to push you over the edge.

“You’re not seriously about to cum already, are you? Fuck, you really are a desperate little whore.”

“I am,” you choke. “Fuck, and I’ll do any- anything you want.”

You’re tumbling headfirst into your high, the beautiful way his fingers are pressing into you is too much. He feels your pussy clench around him and starts drilling into you with unprecedented speed. From the way he holds you you can’t move, can’t do anything except just accept your impending climax.

“You’re damn right you will. Come on, be a good little assistant and cum for me. Or is that too big a task for you?”

It’s not.

You’re so pent up you wail - the noise you make for him sounds like something from a shitty porno. Everything seizes up around his fingers, tight, hot and burning - and then it releases like a spring. Jeffrey keeps finger fucking you through your orgasm, draining every last ounce of bliss from your body until you shudder into a quivering mess on his lap.

“That was a decent start. You sound fucking great when you do that by the way. Do it louder next time.”

You nod, blinking stupidly at him.

“Right, enough with the Bambi eyes and stand up. I need a good look at you.”

Legs trembling, you get off his lap with difficulty and smooth out the front of your dress. He sits up straight in his chair and makes a circle motion with his finger, instructing you to turn around. You feel your cheeks burning as you turn on the spot slowly so he can he observe you.

“Don’t get shy on me now. Do it again. But this time I want to see all of you.” He leans back in his chair. “Take everything off.”

Steping out of your heels, you feel relief as your feet meet the the cool tile floor. You grab the hem on your dress and lift it up over your head before throwing it aside. You pause for a second, standing in your lingerie.

He locks eyes with you. “Everything.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I’m more interested in seeing what I asked for. Maybe you’re used to Finn letting his assistants take liberties but I expect you to do as you’re told.”

You unhook your bra and slip off your underwear, tossing them at his feet. He raises an eyebrow with impatient expectancy and you remember to turn again.

“You know, I’ve thought a lot about what would happen if Nico’s work in the DNA bank couldn’t proceed.” He says, and you hear his desk chair roll towards you and he grabs your hips from behind. “And I’ve decided you’d make the best breeding stock. I mean, God, these hips.”

He spins you back around to face him and you bite your lip.

“Purely scientific of course. And obviously, I’d be the one to do it. We’d need to calculate when you’re at your most fertile and I’d cum inside you say… three times a day.”

“And what use would you have for me the rest of the month? Just help you with the servers?”

“I’m glad you asked… Kneel.”

You sink to the hard tile floor and watch him as he undoes his belt buckle.

“Do you know what to do? Or do I have to give you detailed instructions for every simple thing?”

“I know what to do.”

You crawl towards him and slide your hands up his thighs. They’re more muscular than you would have guessed under his expensive, tailored suit. Unzipping his pants, you pull his cock out. You knew he had big dick energy but at the back of your mind you wondered if he was over compensating.

He’s not.

He’s rock hard. And thick. As you run your hand up his cock, a single bead of precum leaks from the top making your mouth water.

You look up at him and present your tongue before slowly dragging it along the underside of his cock. The critical look he’s giving you falters when you flutter your tongue across his head, tasting the salty liquid.

Jeffrey threads his fingers through your hair, getting it out of your face as you swallow as much of him as you can, drooling all over his length.

“Oh fuck, look at how sloppy you are,” he says with a sharp inhale when he feels the head of his cock touching the back of your throat. You suck and swirl your tongue around him and you pull back up, meeting his eyes again. He’s looking down at you with his lips parted in awe of the way you’re working him.

“Did Finn ever get you to do this?”

You shake your head, your mouth still full. Never.

“He was a fucking idiot. You’re going to be doing this every day from now on.”

God, the way he bosses you around makes you moan around him as you set a pace, sucking up and down. You accidentally take it too deep and gag a little.

“Don’t stop. Come on, yes, fucking choke on it.”

Desperate to prove you can, you keep going, gagging and panting as your head bobs up and down, every so often touching the base with your lips, burying your face in the neat smattering of hair.

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you? Gagging on my cock like this? You submissive little slut.”

You whine, choking on his cock as far as you can take it. You look up at him again with tears in your eyes.

“Right, breathe. Get some air,” he says, with a surprisingly gentle tug of your hair. You pull up, gasping and he grips his cock with his hand and starts pumping his fist up and down. He stands up and you sit back on your knees, looking at him towering above you.

“Open your mouth, I’m going to cum all over that pretty litte face.”

“I’m ovulating.”

He stops tugging at his cock. “What?”

“It means I’m fertile right now.”

“I know what it means. God, you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for. Get up.” He extends a hand to help you to your feet. Your knees ache from kneeling on the floor. Jeffrey walks over to the console and presses a few buttons.

“Bend over,” he says, gesturing to the console. You look at it apprenehsively.

“What if I press something?”

“You just watched me lock it. Are you sure you went to MIT?”

You’re not thinking straight. You lean over the console in front of him and you hear him moving behind you. You’re not sure what he’s doing until you feel two hands on your hips and a soft, warm heat gliding between your folds. His tongue slides over your pussy, and obscenely, you feel it pushing at your entrance.

Jeffrey pulls back and delves his fingers inside you so he can gather your slick. He stands up, coating his cock with your your juices and presses his head against your aching pussy. You inhale deeply as he guides himself slowly into you, stretching you even more than his fingers did.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans as he bottoms out, filling you up completely. You clench around his cock deep inside you, every nerve ending below your waist lights up brighter than the console underneath you.

He starts thrusting into you, setting an urgent pace that you’re barely ready for. You let out a long, low whimper, made uneven by each thrust of his hips into the flesh of your ass.

“Fuck, Jeffrey…” Is all you can manage to moan as you feel the familiar tension building in your pelvis, squeezing around him as he mercilessly buries himself into you.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he says through gritted teeth. His hands slide around under your body and he grabs your tits, anchoring himself even deeper into you.

“It’s - it’s only been nine days,” you pant over the wet sound of his flesh smacking yours.

“You really think I binned your job application?” He brings one of his strong arms to wrap around your stomach and uses the other to find your neck and pull you close to his chest, still ramming his hips against your ass. “I agonised over it for weeks - fuck - I almost brought you in for an interview just so I could fuck you over my desk. Hire you to be my little fucktoy.”

He sloppily licks your neck and jaw and you turn your head to kiss him. Your tongues barely touching from this angle. He pulls out of you with a frustrated groan and turns you round to lift you onto the console, your bare backside pressing on a dozen different buttons.

Jeffrey pulls off his own shirt and you can barely contain the mewl that escapes your lips when you see his toned chest. You hardly have time to appreciate it before he sheathes himself into you again making you arch your back in pleasure.

He kisses you once - deeply, needily - then puts all of his weight on you and fucks you - hard.

“Taking my cock like such a good little slut. I knew you’d be like this.”

Everything pulls up inside you, tight and molten hot. You sob and clutch his muscular shoulders, wrapping your legs around his little waist as he keeps pounding into you. It’s exactly what you always dreamed it would be. Hot, rough, degrading.

“Jeffrey, fuck, I’m - fuck - so close.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he moans, pushing his face into the crook of your neck, ramping up the pace of his hips fucking into your open legs - you barely notice the console digging into your back, every plastic button leaving indents on your soft skin. You squeal, trying to grapple with the orgasm flashing brightly deep in your abdomen. “Such pretty noises.”

Electricity floods your body, sparking up in your brain like an overloaded circuit board.

“Are you going to cum for me? Come on.”

You cry like a woman possessed as your cunt twitches and releases all over him, your orgasm ripping through your body as he fucks you remorselessly through it.

“God, you get so fucking tight when you do that,” he shudders, feeling your pussy contract involuntatrily around him.

“Cum inside me - please,” you whisper, your instincts telling you that this is what will set off his own relief. “Please, Mr Steinberg.” Your sweet murmur in his ear makes him burst. His groan jumps up a pitch as his teeth find the juncture of your neck and he bites down, cumming hard inside you. With a last few shuddering jerks of his hips, he comes to a stop.

He lies there on to of you, his heart hammering in his chest as he heaves breathlessly, the last spurt of cum coating your insides. The numbness fades and you realise just how uncomfortable this is, with him on top of you on the hard surface.

“Shit, the console was a bad idea,” he sighs eventually, pulling out of you carefully and cupping your leaking pussy before his cum can spill out over the unit.

He reaches over your head and grabs some tissues from the box on top of the desk and does what he can to mop up the mess you’ve both made. You slide off of the surface, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

Jeffrey drags the abandoned desk chair over and sits down, pulling you onto his lap again. His curly hair is even messier than when you first came into the room. He lifts his head up to kiss you gently.

“You’re not really fertile right now, are you?”

“Unfortunately. I’ll get a morning after pill from David though - discreetly.”

“Good. There’s no way we’re actually going to repopulate this hell hole.”

“We could have a lot of fun trying though.”

He smirks and you see those dimples again. God, those dimples.

“Right, you’d better get back out there before anyone realises how long you’ve been missing.”

“They have no idea how long breaking through a firewall takes. They probably think we’re in here mashing buttons like those hackers on TV.”

“Well, the buttons are certainly mashed,” he says, looking over your shoulder at the sticky surface.

You brush his curly hair from his face. “Do you… would you want to do this again? Same time, same place tomorrow?”

“Absoltely not. What a mess. We’re lucky the whole place didn’t go into critical failure. Come to my quarters. Tonight.”

“I’m busy tonight.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ve got several hours scheduled in for contemplating my existence as one of the last human beings on the planet.”

“Don’t you manage diaries for a living? I’m sure you of all people could find a way to squeeze me in.” He looks at you expectantly.

“Maybe...” You get up and step into your underwear. “Make it my room. And bring a strong drink.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, handing you your dress and watching you pull it over your head as he buckles his belt again. You put on your heels and walk over to the keypad on the door. You open it.

“Will that be all, Mr Steinberg?” You ask.

“Yes, thank you.” You step out the door. “Wait.” You turn to look at him over your shoulder. “You would have been a fucking great assistant, by the way.”

“I think you were right the first time. We’d never have gotten anything done.”

Chapter 2: Nice Guy

#freddie stroma #evergreen podcast #evergreen #hidden signal: evergreen #hidden signal podcast #jeffrey steinberg #jeffrey steinberg x reader

34 notes · View notes

mrs-luigi-vargas · 8 months

Text

Inky Soup for the Soul

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Characters: Kamek, Kammy Relationships: Kamek & Kammy Tags: Sickfic, Bickering, Arguing, Frenemies, neither of these two end the fic having a good time tbh, Sicktember 2023

Summary: A few days after Kammy visits a sick Kamek, it’s Kamek’s turn to visit a sick Kammy. This visit goes even more poorly than the last one. Prompts: 3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?", 7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”, 23. Coughing Fit Word Count: 1,444 words

Note: The events immediately preceding this fic are detailed here, and the events that immediately follow are detailed here.

[AO3 Link]

~~~

"What happened to your phenomenal immune system, hm?"

Propped up against the headboard of her bed, Kammy looked up from the book her eyes were too tired to read. “Don't put words in my mouth, you asshole,” she spat, voice hoarse.

Kamek swept into her quarters, a smug air about him. While he still was a bit pale from his own bout of sickness, he looked leagues better than Kammy did at the current moment, which to her, the objectively prettiest person in this castle, was both infuriating and humiliating in equal measures.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Am I not allowed to return the favor of your visit the other day?” Kamek’s voice oozed with false concern as he approached her bedside.

Ugh. Consequences.

“Oh, but where are my manners?” Kamek continued, waving his wand. “I didn't come here empty-handed, after all!”

A bowl floated in the air and settled in Kammy’s lap. It was warm. It was soup. Her nose was too stuffed to smell it, yet she could tell Kamek had at least bothered to get a flavor she didn't hate. As she examined the soup, Kamek watched her expectantly. Kammy sneered at him. “How do I know you didn't poison this?”

“Why I never!” Kamek put a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’ve never poisoned anything in my life!”

“I seem to remember a rather important poisoning you did a few decades ago.”

“That was your poison,” Kamek sniffed, “that you made. I just delivered it.”

“Bah.” Kammy looked down at the soup. She should eat it. But the effort of lifting her leadened arms didn't seem worth expending right now.

Kamek smirked. “If you need assistance —”

On spite alone, Kammy mustered the energy to shove a spoonful of soup into her mouth. Kamek’s smirk didn't budge at the scowl she made around her spoon.

It only took a few more spoonfuls before Kamek opened his stupid mouth again. “I also bring news from Lord Bowser!” he said.

“Let me guess. The project is canceled.”

“The project is postponed!” Kamek corrected, smarmy grin on his face. “Until further notice!”

Great. Kammy took a cranky bite of her soup. And Kamek will probably be back at the helm of it, because he was the healthier one. Kammy huffed. It had been worth a shot, she supposed.

Kamek was still standing there watching her. “Why are you still here?” Kammy scowled. “Aren't you finished making my day the worst I've had in months?”

“But how can you say that” — Kamek reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper — “when the Young Master drew this especially for you!”

Kammy took it from him, squinting at the haphazard scribbles of color. ”What the fuck is this supposed to be?”

“I was told it was you, with your crystal ball.”

“Hmph.” Kammy glared at her likeness. She definitely wasn't that fat.

“It’s surely fridge-worthy, isn't it?”

“It’s certainly garbage worthy.”

“Oh? You're not going to add it to that locked box you have hidden under your bed?”

Kammy stilled. “...why do you know about that.”

“Same way you know about the hidden panels in my desk.” Kamek crossed his arms. “You really need to change those wards of yours; those outdated protections could be cracked by an infant!”

“Bold of you to say, hypocrite. Have you even noticed where those magazines of yours had gone off to?”

“...which magazines.”

“Oh you know.” Kammy regarded him lazily. “Those ones.”

Kamek regained his composure faster than Kammy would’ve liked. “W-well,” he said, fiddling with his glasses. “I found a chest in a panel in your dresser a while ago,” he blurted out, and as Kammy’s face flipped from smug to stormy Kamek barreled on, leaning in closer to her with a smirk. “Wooden, right? Pink with glitter and lace? Not really something that matches your usual style, I'll have to admit.”

“You...!” Kammy growled, low and dangerous.

“Me!” Kamek sang. “It's a shame you're in no shape to get up and check on it. I might have taken a few souvenirs; who knows!”

The drawing in Kammy’s hands crumpled in her grip. “You're bluffing.” He had to be. But in her sickened haze, she wasn't as sharp at reading his tells.

Kamek seemed to realize this too, and the glint in his glasses was almost gleeful. “There was a lot of paper in there. Quite the flammable little display,” he remarked, idly inspecting his claws, and no. No, he couldn't have actually —

“You fucking bastard!” Kammy swiped at him with her spoon; her swing went wide, and Kamek danced out of range, cackling. “You’re bluffing,” she hissed, hating the way it came out less like she was calling his bluff and more like she was trying to convince herself he was bluffing in the first place. “You didn't see shit! And if you put your filthy hands all over my clothes I’m going to rip them off and shove them up your —!”

Kammy’s voice caught in her throat. She tried to breathe past it, but the rest of her threats were lost to coughs and coughs and coughs. Coughs that very quickly had her head spinning, bent double over the bowl of soup that hadn't spilled a drop despite all her movement. The foresight required for casting the correct charms for such a thing compounded by the helplessness from the coughing fit and Kamek’s supposed invasion of her privacy had her clawing at her bedding in frustration.

When she could finally take in ragged gasps she could actually control, she unscrewed her eyes and saw Kamek watching her with something close enough to pity lurking behind his hideous-looking glasses that Kammy saw red. She bared her teeth at him and threw her spoon as hard as she could.

“Hey!” Kamek ducked, the spoon spinning through the space where his head just was and clattering against the far wall. “You know,” he groused, “you’re a real bitch when you’re sick.”

“Evidently not enough of one,” Kammy snapped, voice crackling and thinning, “considering you’re still here. Get out!”

Kamek hesitated.

“And give me back my damn spoon,” Kammy added, so he had something to do that wasn’t looking at her like that...!

As was his specialty, Kamek did as he was told. He absently wiped the spoon clean on his robes once it was in his hand, a without-a-second-thought motion that soured Kammy’s mood further. Did this fool know how to do anything but coddle?

“Well!” Kamek rolled his eyes. “I can tell when I'm not wanted —”

“Can you?”

“— so I suppose I’ll take my leave.” He ignored Kammy’s interruption, setting her spoon on the bed. “I’ve got much more important things to do than waste time with you, after all, like actually doing my job and enjoying the ability to breathe through both nostrils simultaneously.”

Kammy waited until he was almost at the door before she spoke again. “While you’re doing that,” she drawled, knowing this would be the last thing her throat would let her say for a good while, “tell me if the air under the King’s desk still smells the same, will you?”

Kamek’s head whipped around so fast it was a shame he didn't snap his own neck. Kammy stared back at him, chin high and bored expression settled on her face. His enraged sputtering was a balm to her soul; his wand arm even twitched as if he was briefly considering outright violence. But faced with Kammy’s unflinching gaze, all he could do was grind his teeth and storm out of her room, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang. The noise nudged at her budding headache, but it was worth it. Peace and quiet at last.

Basking in her success, Kammy turned her attention back to her soup. It was still warm; another charm on the bowl keeping it that way. Her earlier resentment rose up again, but it was swiftly quashed by the growling of her stomach. Absently, she reached for where Kamek had put her spoon. Less absently, she strained to grab it, claws failing by a mere hair’s breadth to brush the cool metal no matter how far she stretched. That rotten, good for nothing —!

Kammy screamed, a near soundless noise that ended in a few more coughs as she fell back onto her pillows. She stared up at the ceiling, blowing the bangs off her face with a huff. They fell right back where they were. She sank further into her bed, hands over her face. If only the Stars would put her out of her misery right now...!

#this fic is all sharp edges haha #i like to think i have range~#mlv.fic #smb #super mario #kamek #kammy koopa #sicktember 2023 #i was gonna add the 'kamek is bowser's dad' tag for this #but that's only relevant to the last line of dialogue so... :)

17 notes · View notes

cultofsappho · 8 months

Text

Trope Grading Game

Thank you so much for tagging me @cosmicalart !

This is like The Good Place’s point system and i’m living for it

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don’t care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: -10

Just no. It makes me uncomfortable like 95% so i usually skip it now

Codependency: +8

Yesss every fic is better with a mutual “I need you like I need air” type of energy

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +1

I like a dash of it, but too much makes me ick

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +10

yes yes yes yes yes mhmm yes yes yes

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +10

i'm on my hands and knees i swear to god yes! i want mess! i want complicated emotional turmoil that they’re falling for the absolute worst person to fall for and falling despite themselves!

Friends with benefits: +1

VERY mid. don’t mind it dont care about it really, probably wouldn’t click unless other tags are good

Sex to feelings: +4

Can be very very good!! but if it's rushed it can be disappointing hahaha

Fake dating/relationship: -5

Nah, maybe, but nah

Friends to lovers: +4

yeah yeah yes

Found Family: +50

Gimme!!! Slaps every. damn. time!

Hurt/Comfort: +100

HNNGNHUHHHHAWOOGAH I'm already cryingg

Love Triangle: -50

I don't have time for this

Poly, open relationships: 0

heavily depends on the ship. the only poly ship I'm reading lately is in the atla fandom, sokka/zuko/suki. and even then I've only read a few of these fics

Mistaken/hidden identity: +10

Yesssssssss addicted to this shit I'll read ten identity reveals a day and never get tired of it

Monsterfucking: -10

not my thing

Pregnancy: -9

also not my thing, but I've read it the past and felt very meh or ugh about it the whole time

Second Chance: 0

no strong feelings one way or the other

Slowburn: 0

lately I don't have time for long fics, I like slowburns, but they need patience which I don't have rn lmaoo

Soulmates: +10

FUCK YEAH and wanna write one sooo bad too

no pressure tagging the mutuals <3 @lazybug16 @penna-nomen @14carrotghoul @just-some-bookworm @rwrb2 @sherryvalli @rebelatnight @daisymae-12 @theresnothinglikethis @cosmicalart @fortunatefires and anyone else who wants to try!

#tag game #ao3

11 notes · View notes

system-of-a-feather · 2 years

Text

Sometimes I hate how much of a dissociative fuck I am if solely because I've also spent several years of my life as a really really bad maladaptive daydreamer, and as someone who considers them "three years mostly clean" by only writing and engaging in my story in moderation; I have to have these "stop and take a break for a while else this gets into disordered compulsive and addictive territory" and its just like, honestly sucks

Its still 4000x better than whatever the fuck was going on when I was peak bad with maladaptive daydreaming, so much so I can hardly imagine it even though it was explicitly me as a part, but dealing with the haze of not letting yourself be engaged in an internal story world and disconnecting all your emotions, sense of time and history and world off of said internal story world and having to find your way back to remember what the fuck reality is like is just so painstaking, disorientating, and mood souring inherently, cause for a good while, its just like this hugeeee spike in derealization and derealization without depersonalization is just mildly depressing.

Like I'm used to the routine of this at this point so it isn't this huge deal, but it never gets to be anything less than a pain in the ass everytime I have to sit myself aside and say "you hit threshold red flag level, stop here before it gets harder to stop" and its just ughhhh

What do you MEAN I can't completely relapse on my maladaptive daydreaming and completely overturn my life in favor of being a couch potato with no cares for myself, my system, or the world around me because all my needs are "met" by my story?? ugh.

We're doing alright by the way. I just got caught up in an interesting development in the story that hooked me in like a hungry fish; particularly since we are doing some pain in the ass trauma work so my maladaptive daydreaming brain is like "we COULD just tune the world out and go into THIS one" which is like, yes but no and ugh.

I really still do have a large dislike for the fact that the last time I checked the maladaptive daydreaming tags, it was full of people romanticizing and minimizing how crippling and detrimental maladaptive daydreaming can be to life and interpersonal relationships and some people encouraging it cause no, it really isn't. I dunno if the tags are still like that since I just dont interact with it since I last checked.

Daydreaming is a good hobby and coping mechanism, but if its at the point of being MALADAPTIVE daydreaming, ie taking away from responsibilities, life, self care, interpersonal relationships, and/or worsening pre-existing mental health conditions, it is not and while I understand how easy it is to minimize it as someone who was deep in it, it is REALLY not a good thing to be / have / work with.

#alter: riku #maladaptive daydreaming #madd #actually madd #actuallymadd #vent #vent tw #dissociation #derealization #depersonalization #addiction tw #relapse tw

93 notes · View notes

kentopedia · 24 days

Note

👀👀👀 based on the last ask that you answered, I want to say that there are some good a/b/I and werewolf JJK content out there and some specifically for Nanami. I've written a thing or two myself. And I've read some amazing Vampire!Nanami content too.

I love the idea of mixing monsters/cryptids with JJK because it just seems like it fits in so good with the universe.

Sorry to jump in like this, but I got excited 😅 hope you're having a great day!!

-K

omg no !! no need to apologize <3 it does fit so well !!! ugh i need to search better then :( the tagging system on tumblr kind of sucks, it's so hard to find what you're looking for sometimes. i know there's lots of good vampire out there, but for some reason i haven't seen much a/b/o !! hehe. thanks for informing me >< if u ever what to share what you've written i'd love to read it !!

hope you're having a great day also :33

#໒꒱ rylie's angels #xoxo . . . k

2 notes · View notes

purplelea · 1 year

Text

Ugh I'm becoming josh nekuphobic again. Don't read further if you don't want negative stuff on this ship. Nothing too violent, you guys know me, but I really need to get my frustrations out of my system.

Don't get me wrong, I love the two. They are such interesting characters, they have such an interesting dynamic and they have such a big impact on eachother, I mean they each gave their life for the other at some point, that's some next level shit. But.

Twewy isn't only about them. And the problem is that when in the fandom, it sure as hell feel like it is.

There's so much stuff that is being ignored and thrown under the rug because people are convinced that Joshua and Neku are the only ones worthy of their attention. The Josh neku tag on AO3 is almost at 700, when the Neshiki one struggles to get more than 280 and the Beatneku one has less than 150.

Do you see what I mean?

It's extremely discouraging, for someone who loves to talk about twewy as a whole, and to explore different views and interpretations, to give more details, nuances, to compare visions and experiences, to be put in front of such an insurmountable wall that people keep building without a care for anything around them. No matter what you do, people will only be interested by those two, together, in a romantic relationship.

I'm tired of that.

Diversity is what makes the world better, but how long can I fight for that diversity to shine, when people don't spare a glance for it? My favourite ship has exactly one (1) work on AO3. It's mine. It's not even finished. And this... really doesn't give me much energy to finish it.

I really wish people would appreciate twewy for everything it holds and not simply for two of the main characters. I think... I think that would be pretty cool.

#personal #léa rambles #i'm just tired of the jn hegemony in the fandom #sometimes i can deal with it but i'm just too fucking exhausted i guess

17 notes · View notes

annon-guy2 · 5 months

Text

BlazBlue Cross Tag Heroes: Marta Lualdi Astral Heat Reply Quotes (BlazBlue Cast)

Marta defeats her opponent with Radiant Roar and lands near her ally who has been healed and stands with her as they do a victory pose together.

Marta: "Are you okay?"

Replies;

Ragna: "You sure got guts to heal me of all people, but… thanks.”

Jin: "Hmph! Don’t expect any thanks from me, Vanguard runt!”

Noel: "Yes, t-thank you so much Marta! I will repay your kindness someday!"

Rachel: "I do appreciate you healing my familiars... not that they needed it."

Taokaka: "Tao feels so much better nyeow! Thanks Flower Girl!"

Tager: "All systems are green! You healing Artes is much appreciated!"

Litchi: "To think you're capable of this... you have my thanks."

Arakune: "B y! H l d! L f o ce re r in ! Re o ed! stor ! R to d! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! (Body! Healed! Life force returning! Restored! Restored! Restored! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!)

Bang: "A surprise healing spell combined with a secret attack ninpo! Well thought ahead my future disciple!"

Carl: "You have my thanks Miss Lualdi. My sister gives you her thanks too."

Hakumen: "You should look out for yourself going forward, but you have my gratitude."

Nu: "Vitals restored. Systems green. Resuming operations."

Tsubaki: "Yes, I am feeling rejuvenated thanks to your blessings!"

Hazama: "My my, it would seem you trust me after all! And here I thought you hated "two faced" people like me..."

Makoto: "Hell yeah! I'm feeling good now that you perked me up!"

Valkenhayn: "To help an old man like myself... you truly are an example of a kind young lady."

Platinum (Luna): "L-Luna didn't need help! But, at least you kicked those punks asses at least!"

Platinum (Sena): "T-thanks Miss Marta. I hope our opponents isn't too mad at you beating them to heal us..."

Relius: "Revitalizing your ally while damaging your opponent at the same time? This warrents further research indeed..."

Amane: "What a spectacular way to conclude this performance! You truly are this show's leading act!"

Bullet: "I appreciate you watching my back while I was down. At least this fight is over..."

Azrael: "Heh... I was just napping! Now... why are the prey already been eaten down to the bone?"

Kagura: "Healed by a charming young lady? I must be in heaven right now."

Kokonoe: "Talk about high level healing.... perhaps I can apply this 'Healing Arte' to Tager somhow..."

Celica: "So this is what it's like to be healed? Now I know this brings happiness to those I help! Thanks Marta!"

Lambda: "My body is healed. Thank you..."

Hibiki: "There are no issues here Miss Marta. Shall we be on our way?"

Naoto K.: "Ugh... that was embarrassing... but in all seriousness, thanks for the save."

Nine: "Your magic isn't like Celica's, but I'll take what I can get."

Susano'o: "Don't think this changes anything! You only prolonged your usefulness for a moment longer, worthless girl!"

Es: "All bodily functions have been restored. You have my sincerest thanks, Knight of Ratatosk Marta Lualdi."

Mai: "I'm feeling all good now thanks to you!"

Jubei: "Sorry to have ya defend me while I was down like that... but thanks for the aid little missy."

#BlazBlue Cross Tag Heroes #BlazBlue #Tales of Symphonia Chronicles #Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World #Marta Lualdi #Special Quotes

3 notes · View notes

gyroshrike · 2 years

Note

Erigiri....Eridan and Tegiri?

Call me intrigued

Oh, LMAO I wasn't expecting anyone to really notice that. Yeah, erigiri is Eridan and Tegiri xD Which is absolutely @hunnybel's fault that I ship. Here is their erigiri tag and here's my erigiri tag. There's some of my art in there too.

They could probably break it down better than I, but one of the reasons I've really gotten into enjoying it is because Tegiri and Eridan and both huge nerds for fantasy stuff. Tegiri loves anime and Eridan loves magic and wizards (even if he doesn't want to admit it). So, I really enjoy the idea of Eridan finding someone who's so unashamed of nerding out over geeky stuff, that he ends up finally feeling comfortable letting himself cut loose and do the same.

Tegiri is also a wildly dedicated person and Eridan wants someone very dedicated to him. I like to image part of their growth together would be Eridan realizing Tegiri is too dedicated and doesn't put ever put his wants or needs first (part of this can also be attributed to Tegiri's adherence to the hemospectrum.) So a lot of it includes Eridan learning more about letting his loved ones put themselves before him, about wanting them to put themselves first (something he struggled with in canon).

And with Tegiri, a really fun part of it (in the context of a rebellion AU) is him dealing with learning Eridan is part of the anti-empire rebellion. Eridan's a seadweller, a highblood, but he's... breaking the law? Wants to dismantle the system Tegiri has studied so hard to protect? AND Tegiri learning to repsect his own needs and feelings in terms of what he wants verses what he's supposed to want to do.

Eridan is epitome of that person who'd be like, "Ugh, cringe..." while actually REALLY wanting to have fun and partake in the 'cringe' things himself.

I have a whole bunch of AU's for them ahaha.

No sgrub, rebellion AU - the hiveswap trolls are in conscription together with the beta trolls and Tegiri and Eridan grow close, but right at the pivotal moment when a rebel rescue team comes for Eridan, he reaches out a hand and asks Tegiri to come with him, and Tegiri is forced to CHOOSE.

Humanstuck, hobby shop AU - Tegiri works at a table top/comic book/manga/retro gaming/geek shop with Roxy. Eridan is this cool, rich kid who starts coming in and ends up interested in DnD. He and Tegiri make friends, bond over magic, anime, and fantasy and Tegiri forms a MASSIVE crush on Eridan. (I'm thinking of tying this in with my Reunionstuck AU.)

Humanstuck, pirate fantasy AU - Eridan is a runaway prince who takes his bodyguard and gentleman-in-waiting Tegiri to become pirates together. Tegiri is not thrilled about going against the law, but his dedication to Eridan comes first.

Assassin/Bounty Hunter AU - Tegiri is a bounty hunter or assassin hired to kill pirate captain Eridan, but instead it's that tried and true trope of falling in love with the person you're supposed to kill.

#homestuck #hiveswap #erigiri #eridan ampora #tegiri kalbur #eridan x tegiri #asks for me #themarginalthinker

16 notes · View notes

eluvisen · 2 years

Text

tag 10 people you want to know better

Tagged by @commander-krios thank you!

relationship status: Single

favourite colour: Teal

favourite food: Couldn't decide, honestly

song stuck in your head: The Fall by Imagine Dragons

last thing you googled: stardew valley save location

time: 4:09pm

dream trip: New Zealand

last book you read: Reading the Revan novel for fic research (ugh)

last book you enjoyed reading: A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik. I honestly wasn't expecting to like it, but slowly I realised it was a critique of class privilege whose core theme is that if the system isn't working, it needs to be changed or dismantled entirely. I have a special fondness for works that defy my expectations, and I chewed through this book in two days.

last book you hated reading: The Revan novel. I remembered how bad the plot was, but this time around I'm boggled by the amount of basic information that's incorrect. Karpyshyn literally forgot Tales of the Jedi even though KOTOR was written as a sequel lmao.

Bonus:

favourite thing to cook/bake: Hummingbird coffee cake. I usually make a batch as part of my Nanowrimo prep so I have a nice snack ready.

favourite craft to do in your spare time: Writing counts as a craft, right?

most niche dislike: Depictions of asexuals that paint us all as aroaces who either hate sex or are utterly clueless. Bonus points if sex-repulsion is conflated with sex-negativity.

opinion on circus(es) now and in history: Not a huge fan.

do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: No sense of direction whatsoever.

Too exhausted to tag anyone but if you'd like to do this, consider yourself tagged!

14 notes · View notes

sirbogarde · 1 year

Text

Ugh want to get back to posting my screen caps but I need a better system of checking off what I've already posted....and it takes energy to crop them bc I can't stand leave the black side bars on. But I have so many and I love going back thru my tag to see what I've watched and what 10 moments I chose...🤕🤕🤕

#MOTIVATION COME TO ME!!!!#but I also want to read and watch and work out and write scholarship application for the rome trip....grrrrr

2 notes · View notes

live-laugh-loverpool · 2 years

Text

The Community Shield

For our Community Shield win! Let's go, Reds!!!

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moosesquirrelwings23

The new season was growing closer by the minute. Klopp had chosen the best lineup he could, considering Alisson was injured, and had carefully prepared his boys for the upcoming Community Shield versus City.

So why was he still nervous, even when announcing the lineups?

“Bobby, you start in the middle, with Lucho and Mo,” the German explained, pointing to the giant presentation board. “Adrian, we’re counting on you to preserve our dignity. Virg, Joel, you’re up center with Robbo and Trent, and Hendo, Fabi and Thiago make up the midfield.”

“Are we sure that’s a good idea?” asked Darwin Nunez. He always had a lot of questions when it came to Klopp’s ideas--and he wasn’t afraid of asking them. “What about starting me instead?”

Ugh, not again. “We need a lineup that meshes better with each other. Not that you’re not good enough!” he quickly added before any wrong ideas could get into Nunez’s head. “It’s just that Mo, Bobby and Luis have played with each other for a longer time.”

“We’ll make you proud, jefe!” Diaz promised, grinning at nothing in particular. “And even if we don’t, we’ll still try!”

Ah, Luiz, Klopp thought as he turned off the projector. What would he do without his continually positive attitude? Truth be told, it reminded him of Mane sometimes.

“You boys always make me proud,” he began, surveiling his audience. Besides the players, Nemmer was seated with Florrie and Kairo on her lap. Chelsea and Robert held on to Henrietta and Gracie, and Vera held Ella, who was being fussed over by her wife, Kanchana. Kerry was carrying her newly adopted son, Tristan, wincing at the four month old nibbling at her ginger hair.

“All of you do! Even when to be honest, we have no idea what we’re doing! We always find a way to fix things!”

Eighteen minutes in, Klopp was beginning to doubt that.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he roared at Adrian for the third time after an awry goal kick. “You’re supposed to KEEP the clean sheet, not DE GEA it!”

“This was not our plan!” he went on, storming towards the bench. “We were supposed to score by now!”

“Oh, we had a plan?” Lijnders snarked, rolling his eyes. “We’re going to have to change the system.”

“MO!” Klopp waved Salah over to the touchline. “You have to break from the fullback better! Break from the fullback!”

“I’m doing it already!” the Egyptian complained, grabbing a water bottle and spraying the contents over his curls. “What more do I need to do? Lucho’s supposed to give the ball to me, remember? It’s in the contract!”

“No it’s not!”

Salah ran back out, and Klopp groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I swear if anything else goes wrong, I’ll have to come out of retirement and bring Tuchel with me!”

“Boss?” Florrie tugged at his coat from the seats. The toddler was so tiny, she could sit on Milner’s lap and still easily be hidden--minus her bunches of thick, dark hair. “Are we going to win another trophy?”

“We’ll try,” Klopp promised, ruffling her hair. If there was one weakness he had, it was the kids. “And if we don’t…we’ll keep on trying!”

“Yeah!” the little girl cheered, scrambling back onto Milner’s seat.

“THAT’S MY BOY!” Klopp called to the pack of celebrating Reds after the first goal was hammered in. Personally he thought it was an own goal, but Klopp didn’t have the heart to tell Alexander-Arnold that. It was his first goal in months.

“Aren’t you going to tell him?” Lijnders asked, handing Klopp the plan book. “It looks like an own goal to me.”

“It’s his first goal in months! Let the boy have his fun.”

It was 75 minutes, 1-1, and it was looking like Klopp was going to have to let Florrie down. And he hated that.

“Come on, boys! You didn’t have Milly assassinate you in pre-season for nothing!” He urged them on from the sidelines, groaning when Matip backpassed to Adrian.

“We need a goal! Just one goal, boys! FASTER!!! STRONGER! LESS…”

“Liverpool?” Lijnders suggested. But he knew it was a lame suggestion, and so did Klopp.

“These are the times that I wished you ran an online blog,” the German joked, leaning against the billboard. “Then we can let our Javascript do the talking.”

“Hold on.” The Dutch signalled a time-out, turning his back to the pitch so the players wouldn’t mistakenly interpret it as a time-out for them. “You know computer programming?!”

“What? No! I’m not even on Twitter!”

They had won the Community Shield.

They had beaten City.

And the whole team was in celebration mode--except Klopp, who was still trying to process it all.

While watching his team celebrate, his phone buzzed--a WheresApp message from Mane. He grinned and clicked on it--surely he couldn’t get fined for messaging his former player?

Sadio: Great game, boss 🥳 You successfully kicked Guardiola’s butt!

Boss: Yeah, for now. 😁. The Merseyside is red!

Sadio: You know I’m watching you guys on my phone while I get ready for my game, right?

Boss: Oh, right! 🤦. I completely forgot you had a match today until my phone reminded me. I thought it was tomorrow!

Sadio: Darwin’s pretty good, huh? Maybe he should try to remember that removing the shirt gets you a yellow card

Boss: Yeah, I’ll remind him about that later. 😉. How’s things at Bayern?

Sadio: Good. Leroy’s getting really annoying now. He woke me up at 2 AM just to eat celebration pretzels!

Boss: You think that’s bad? Wait for Oktoberfest! 🍺.🥨. Trust me, I’d know.

Boss: But don’t worry! If he gets too annoying, I’ll just bring him to Liverpool so he won’t be bothering you! 😉.

Sadio: Then get ready to take some aspirins, because Leroy is like Robbo with amazing hair!

Boss: NOOOOOOOOOOO😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱!!!!!!

Sadio: Okay, the invention of the emoji was DEFINITELY for you 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Boss: I DO like to express myself…😏.

Sadio: Will you STOP punctuating emojis?!

Boss: Never! 😁. Suffer me and my old-fashioned punctuated emojis!!!

Sadio: Why don’t you go express yourself out on that pitch with Lijnders? You beat City, you deserve it.

Boss: Thanks, Sadio. You know it’s kind of weird, lifting a trophy without you.

Sadio: If things go to plan, you’ll be doing that four times this year!

Boss: Wish I could let you lift the Community Shield right now. Here’s a digital Shield! 🏆.💰.🛡.🛡. I would give you a medal, but there’s no medal emoji.

Sadio: Hahaha, it’s okay! I’m going to get a medal at the end of the day anyways.

Boss: You SURE Leipzig’s not gonna surprise you? 😏.

Sadio: I thought you were on MY side! 🥺

Boss: Just kidding, me and the kids will be rooting for you from here!

Sadio: Thanks 🥰

Boss: Now go get yourself a treble. 🏆.🏆.🏆.

Sadio: What about a quadruple? 🏆🏆🏆🏆

Boss: Sorry, I already put the UDL on my wish list this year for Santa.

Sadio: WHAT?! You STILL believe in Santa?!

Boss: Yeah! Santa Klopp is coming to town, and I’m gonna win us a UDL! Or at least I’ll try.

Boss: by the way Sadio, I found your medal emoji!🥇.

Sadio: Okay, we’ll be heading out soon. Fingers crossed!

Boss: Good luck, Sadio :).

“Boss! We’re going to lift the shiny trophy!!!” Florrie squealed, bouncing around Klopp so fast, he could barely keep track of her. Her bunches, tied by red bows, flapped in the air, screeching to a stop as she spotted Milner approaching. “Papi!!! We won! Just like the boss promised!”

“I can see that,” he chuckled, scooping the little girl onto his hip. “Are you coming or not, boss?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

“Who were you texting, anyways?” Milner asked Klopp as they made their way towards the crowd of Liverpudlians in the middle of the pitch. “Arteta?”

“What?! NO! Sadio texted me,” Klopp explained, showing Milner the texts. “He’s playing the DFL Supercup now.”

“What?”

“DFL Supercup. It’s Germany’s very own Community Shield.”

Milner couldn’t help but laugh at that. “So Sadio is playing a Community Shield on the same day as we are? Kind of weird, innit?”

“I’ll say.” Klopp shrugged, nodding as he received his own medal. “But I guess that’s how it is, right? Wonderful players deserve wonderful results.”

Milner nodded, a mischievous glint in his own eyes. “So what happened to Gini, then?”

“Ummm…”

#jurgen klopp #liverpool fc #lfc #liverpool players #lfc players #liverpool #james milner #florrie oc #gini wijnaldum #sadio mane #bayern munich #bayern münchen #fc bayer münchen #soccer fanfiction by lynn #soccer fanfiction #football imagine #football blurb #football fanfic

5 notes · View notes

hey-its-cweepy · 1 year

Text

Lesson 1;3: Getting To Know Each Other

Basics here!

Part 1! Part 2!

Also please let me know if you would like to be tagged when more parts come out✨🕺

The group of developers sat in their office, working on creating designs, writing scripts and recording the voices needed to bring their project to life. It was just supposed to be a simple dating game with a little twist in the story.

"We've never done anything like this before... Such a risky project... What if it gains sentience? What if this little plan of yours backfires on us?"

"Then we'll just delete the program, simple as that, no one will ever know what happened... Now then, let's add some "special touches" that'll really make this project stand out"

---------------------------------------

With Crowley having given the students their official schedules and privately dealing with the gas leak situation, its time for Roan to start their first class in Night Raven Collage! Roan is mildly annoyed at having to repeat their school days, but its better than being homeless.

Roan sat in his chair, listening to the professor explain his lecture while looking around at the other students. Some were familiar as ones that were whispering and talking about him and the fellow magicless students. He mainly recognized Dell, who sat not too far away, attentively listening to the professor's rambling.

"Now then, for your first assignment you'll all be working in pairs, which I've already decided for you..." The professor says before listing off pairs of students.

A certain blue haired student seemed very anxious as the professor listed off pairs of students.

"Oh no... Why did we have to work in pairs..." She whispered to herself.

"Don't worry! I believe you can make it through!" Dell seemed to try to provide a sense of comfort to her.

"... Roan and Momo and for the last pair, Dallas and Dell... I better not see any of you start fighting or petty bickering, understood?" The professor inquired.

Dell seemed excited, "Absolutely!" They cheered, a gleam of joy on their face.

The blond kid that appeared to be Dell's partner on the other hand, seemed to be annoyed, murmuring something to himself before quickly putting on a smile "Understood, professor!"

The blue haired girl still seemed anxious, nervously shrinking in her seat. "... M-Mhm..."

"Good... I dont want to hear any quarreling or fighting between any of you..." The professor explained.

The students start meeting up in their respective pairs, with the blue haired student shyly approaching Roan.

"U-Um... I-I'm... I'm Momo... Momo Kira..." He looks down and nervously fidgets with their fingers. "S-So... Im g-guessing you must be R-Roan... Right?..."

"Yeah, that's me..." Roan confirmed "So since we're working together, let's get started."

"R-Right..." Momo nervously sat closer to Roan, anxiously holding on to the edges of her sleeves.

Dallas and Dell however...

"Great, of all the stupid kids in this room, I get stuck with you." Dallas hissed out the last word.

"Worry not! My system is quite advanced and isnt as prone to glitching or crashes! So I can-" Dell gets cut off by Dallas.

"Not that you idiot, I mean that you aren't even a real student! I'd rather be stuck with that pathetic mess over there that's practically crying at the magicless kid!... Actually, I take that back, I'd rather be in a different school..." Dallas mumbled something to himself that's too quiet for anyone to hear.

Dell's avatar once again seems a bit upset at the mention of it before quickly putting a smile back on. "Cheer up, Showstage! I can prove you that I'm just as effective as a... "Real student"..."

Dallas rolled his eyes. "Tch, sure you can..."

Nonetheless, the various pairs of students seem to be working just well with each other or at least for the most part. Once the bell rang and it was time for lunch, Dallas quickly rushed out, not wanting to have to deal with Dell for a second longer.

To him, Dell was probably the one of the most annoying students he's met so far...

"UGH! I just can't stand that stupid program! Can't it shut up for more than 5 minutes?! And why does it always seem so stupidly excited about everything?!" Dallas muttered frustratedly to himself as he leaned against the wall.

He groans and mumbles to himself before moving some stray out of his face, taking a breath as he's about to leave.

"Hold on! Don't leave yet!" A voice called out.

Dallas quickly spun around in surprise and alarm, trying to see who it is.

"Wh-Who's there?! What the hell do you want?!"

"Calm down, calm down... So you want this program to shut up already, right? I have just what you need" A hand extends out from the darkness, a single USB being handed out to Dallas.

"This old thing?... The hell am I supposed to do with this? It looks so... Old" Dallas complained.

The figure chuckled, their eyes slightly narrowing in an uplifting smile.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, they say... This little thing will make this "pest" stay quiet alright... So, will you take it? Or would you rather have to deal with their constant rambling?" The figure asked.

Dallas seemed to think for a bit.

"... Alright then, I'll take your offer" Dallas greedily took the USB from them "If it'll get that stupid "Dell" to shut up for once... Thank you!~" Dallas cheered the last part with a smile. "I'll be sure to give it back-"

The figure chuckles once more.

"That... Wont be necessary... Its yours now..."

"O-Oh... Well thank you for the gift then!" Dallas laughed a bit as he left "Finally, I wont have to hear that thing talk for a straight hour again..."

#dallas showstage #momo kira #roan murdoc #dell dovahkiin #dell nyan dovahkiin #twisted wonderland #twist #twist oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted oc #twst oc #twst #OC LORE #LORE DROP

2 notes · View notes