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empressdede · 2 months ago

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No Limit

Introducing Imani and Sefa. Two college students who spent years at odds with each other. After a crazy night at a frat party, they show their relationships have no limit.

Pairing: Sefa x Imani

Word count: 4,387

This is a oneshot😭 maybe if the creative juices get flowing, a two shot but for now. A ONE SHOT😂

Imani had never met a more insufferable human being in her life than Sefa Fatu.

Unfortunately, she was forced to tolerate him thanks to their mutual friends, who for some reason saw no issue with his presence. Every group outing, every study session, every damn game night—he was always there, breathing the same air as her, making some smart-ass comment that set her blood boiling.

Like now.

“Damn, Imani, you always dress like you’re about to be on a runway. I don’t see nobody rushing to sign you.”

Sefa leaned back in his seat, arms crossed as his dark eyes flicked over her outfit. She was wearing a fitted brown crop top, high-waisted jeans, and her favorite gold hoops. Stylish? Yes. But why the hell was he commenting?

“And you always dress like you just woke up from a nap,” Imani shot back, eyeing his oversized hoodie and joggers. “Oh wait—maybe that’s because you never put effort into anything.”

Their friends—Sapphire, Jaden, and Malik—exchanged looks, already sensing where this was headed.

Sefa let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “What’s wrong, Imani? Daddy didn’t tell you, you were pretty today? Feeling a little insecure?”

Imani scoffed. “Daddy still comparing you to the twins?”

Jaden whistled lowly. “Here we go again.”

“I swear, y’all argue like an old married couple,” Malik added, laughing as he reached for his fries. “Why don’t y’all just hook up and get it over with?”

“Excuse me?” Imani and Sefa said in unison, both turning to glare at Malik.

Malik threw his hands up in surrender. “Damn, my bad. Just saying.”

Sapphire, ever the peacemaker, sighed. “Can we go one lunch without you two fighting?”

“Tell Sefa to shut up and we might have a chance,” Imani muttered, stabbing her fork into her salad with unnecessary force.

Sefa smirked. “You’d miss me if I shut up.”

She gave him a deadpan stare. “I’d rather eat a jean jacket dry than miss you.”

Laughter erupted at the table, but Sefa just grinned like he lived to get under her skin. And maybe he did.

Because no matter how much Imani hated to admit it, he always knew exactly how to piss her off.

⸻

There was never a moment of peace when Sefa was around.

Imani had learned to expect it, like clockwork. If their friend group was doing something together, he would find a way to make her life hell.

Like last week when they had a movie night, and he kept making dumbass comments during the film just to annoy her.

Or the time they went bowling, and he “accidentally” knocked over her drink with his ridiculous victory dance.

Or today, when they were supposed to be meeting at the library for a study session, and Sefa showed up late, strolling in like he had all the time in the world.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” Imani muttered as he dropped into the seat across from her.

Sefa smirked, completely unbothered. “Damn, you missed me that much?”

“I missed the peace and quiet before you got here.”

“Cute. You thinking about me when I’m not around?”

Imani exhaled through her nose, gripping her pen so tightly she thought it might snap. “I’m thinking about how much better my GPA would be if I didn’t have to waste brain cells talking to you.”

Sefa let out a low chuckle, flipping open his textbook. “Then stop talking to me. But you can’t, can you?” He tilted his head, smug. “You just love hearing my voice.”

“Yeah,” Imani deadpanned. “Like people love hearing nails on a chalkboard.”

Sapphire groaned. “Guys. Please. We’re here to study, not flirt.”

Imani choked. “Flirt?”

Sefa snorted. “She wishes.”

“You wish,” Imani shot back. “But keep dreaming, Sefa.”

Malik, who had been watching their back-and-forth like it was a damn tennis match, shook his head. “Y’all got some serious tension.”

Imani ignored that. She wasn’t going to entertain whatever ridiculous idea Malik was cooking up in his head. Because the only thing between her and Sefa was mutual disdain.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Right?

The night of the frat party arrived, and Imani wasn’t even sure why she agreed to come.

Well, she knew why. Sapphire had practically begged her to get out of the dorm for once, promising a good time and free drinks. And after the stress of the week, Imani figured she deserved a little fun.

She had no idea she’d regret that decision.

David, who was charming, good-looking, and knew how to dance. She hadn’t planned on getting caught up with anyone, but after two drinks and a song that had a beat too good to resist, she had found herself moving with him, their bodies pressed close as they swayed together.

He was smooth. Hands lingering just enough to make her pulse quicken, lips close to her ear as he spoke over the music.

“You’re a good dancer,” he murmured.

“So are you,” she admitted.

“Come upstairs with me,” he said suddenly.

Imani hesitated. The invitation was casual, but there was something in his eyes that made her uneasy.

“I should probably stay down here,” she said, trying to play it off lightly.

David’s grip on her waist tightened just a little. “Come on, just for a minute.”

Before she could respond, a new voice cut through the music.

“She said no.”

Sefa.

Imani turned her head, her stomach twisting at the sight of him standing behind her. His expression was sharp, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be seen.

David frowned. “Mind your business, man.”

Sefa stepped closer, eyes locked on David. “She is my business.”

Imani’s breath caught.

David scoffed, letting go of her with an annoyed grunt. “Whatever.” He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Sefa didn’t look at her right away. His jaw was tense, like he was trying to keep himself from saying something reckless.

Imani crossed her arms, ignoring the way her heart was still racing. “I didn’t need you to do that.”

Sefa finally met her gaze, and for once, there was no teasing in his eyes. Just something dark. Something protective.

“You sure about that?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

Because the truth was—she wasn’t.

But Imani was pissed.

Pissed that David had tried to pressure her upstairs. Pissed that Sefa had intervened like she couldn’t handle herself. Pissed that—even now, standing outside on the porch to clear her head—her hands were still shaking.

And most of all, pissed that Sefa was here too, standing beside her like he had every right to.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, staring out at the partygoers stumbling across the lawn.

Sefa exhaled, running a hand through his short curls. “Didn’t ask if you weren’t.”

She clenched her jaw, hating how he was just there, all steady and frustratingly calm, like he hadn’t just swooped in like some kind of savior.

“What the hell was that back there?” she demanded, turning to face him. “You think you’re my bodyguard now?”

Sefa didn’t flinch. “I think you needed someone to step in.”

Imani scoffed. “Oh, and that someone had to be you?”

“Clearly, since no one else was paying attention.”

Her chest burned with irritation. He was acting like she was some helpless girl who needed rescuing, and it infuriated her.

“You don’t get to play the hero,” she snapped. “Especially not when you spend most of your time making my life miserable.”

Sefa’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smirk—too tight, too unreadable. “Yeah? And yet, here we are.”

Something about the way he said it made her stomach flip, and she hated that.

She folded her arms, lifting her chin. “I had it under control.”

Sefa took a step closer. Not enough to touch, but enough that she felt the shift in space between them. The warmth of his presence. The weight of his stare.

“Did you?” His voice was lower now, calmer. “Because from where I was standing, you were looking for a way out.”

Imani sucked in a sharp breath, but she couldn’t argue. Because the truth was—he wasn’t wrong.

But she didn’t want to owe him anything. Didn’t want him thinking she needed him.

Sefa watched her, like he could see the battle raging in her head. Then, to her absolute shock, he reached out—slow, deliberate—and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

It was so unexpected, so gentle, that her breath caught.

“You don’t have to say thank you,” he murmured. “Just… be careful, yeah?”

And just like that, he stepped back, hands slipping into his pockets as he walked back inside, leaving Imani standing there, heart pounding.

What the hell just happened?

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

The problem was, after that night, Imani couldn’t stop thinking about Sefa.

It was annoying. He was annoying. But now, there was something else sitting between them. Something unspoken.

Like when they saw each other at the campus coffee shop a few days later, and for the first time, he didn’t have some snarky comment ready. He just looked at her, gave her a nod, and went back to his drink.

Or when they were all hanging out at Sapphire’s place, and instead of throwing jabs at each other, he just… sat next to her. Close enough that she could smell his cologne, feel the warmth of him.

She hated how much she noticed it.

She hated that, for the first time, she wasn’t sure where they stood.

And worst of all?

She wasn’t sure she hated him anymore.

Imani should have known better than to let Sapphire talk her into another party.

After what happened at the last one, she had sworn off frat houses for the rest of the semester. But somehow, she found herself back in a dimly lit, overly crowded living room, sipping from a red cup and pretending she wasn’t hyperaware of him.

Sefa.

He was across the room, laughing with Jaden and Malik, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. But every time Imani glanced in his direction, she caught him doing the same.

And it pissed her off.

Not because of their usual rivalry. But because she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since that damn night.

“Yo, let’s make this party interesting,” Malik called out suddenly, dragging a chair to the center of the room. “Spin the bottle. Who’s in?”

Loud cheers erupted, and before Imani could say hell no, Sapphire was already pulling her down to sit in the circle forming on the floor.

“Oh, come on,” Imani groaned. “We are not in high school.”

Sapphire grinned. “Relax, it’s just a game.”

Imani highly doubted that.

One by one, people took turns spinning, laughing and cheering as random couples were forced to kiss. Some were quick pecks, others were… not.

And then it was Imani’s turn.

“Alright, let’s see who she gets!” someone called out.

She rolled her eyes but reached for the bottle, giving it a hard spin. It twirled rapidly, blurring in motion, until finally—it slowed.

Imani’s stomach twisted the second she saw where it landed.

Sefa.

The room erupted in chaos.

“No way!”

“Y’all got beef, this should be interesting.”

“Oh, they gotta do it now.”

Imani’s jaw clenched as she met Sefa’s eyes across the circle. He looked just as tense as she felt.

“Damn, this is about to be good,” Malik chuckled.

Jaden grinned. “C’mon, rules are rules. Let’s go, Fatu.”

Sefa exhaled through his nose before pushing up from the floor, standing over Imani. His expression was unreadable, but something flickered in his dark eyes.

Something that made her pulse race.

She swallowed hard. “We don’t have to—”

“Yeah, we do,” he murmured.

And then, before she could think, before she could process, before she could tell herself this was a horrible idea—

Sefa leaned down and kissed her.

The moment their lips met, a shock ran down Imani’s spine. She had expected it to be quick, forced, like they were just getting it over with.

But it wasn’t.

His lips were warm, firm, and the second she let out the smallest gasp of surprise, he deepened it, just slightly, just enough to make the world tilt.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans. She was not supposed to like this.

And yet—

The hoots and cheers around them barely registered as heat flooded her veins.

Sefa pulled back first, just a breath away, his gaze heavy-lidded. His voice was quiet, low enough that only she could hear.

“Didn’t expect that, did you?”

Imani’s chest rose and fell, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs.

No. No, she didn’t.

And that was the problem.

Imani needed to get the hell out of there.

The second the game moved on, she pushed to her feet, ignoring Sapphire’s questioning look and the way her heart was still pounding. She grabbed her bag and shoved through the crowd, heading for the door like she could escape what just happened.

Like she could escape him.

But the moment she stepped onto the sidewalk, she heard footsteps behind her.

“Imani.”

Her whole body tensed.

Of course he followed her.

She didn’t stop. Didn’t turn around. “Go back inside, Sefa.”

His voice was closer now. “And leave you walking home alone at night? Yeah, no.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

She snapped then, whirling around to face him. “Oh, and how the hell am I supposed to look after that?”

Sefa stared at her, his expression unreadable, but his breathing was heavier now. His hands were shoved into his pockets like he was trying to keep himself from reaching for something.

Or someone.

“You’re acting like we just committed a crime,” he said lowly.

She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “It was a crime.”

Sefa raised a brow. “Oh yeah? What kind?”

She clenched her fists. “One against my sanity.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and charged.

Then, to her absolute fury, Sefa smirked.

“You liked it.”

Imani’s mouth opened, ready to deny it, but nothing came out.

Because she had.

And the fact that he knew it? That he was looking at her like he could still feel the kiss on his lips?

It made her want to scream.

Instead, she turned on her heel and started walking again.

Sefa followed, of course.

“Why are you still here?” she muttered.

“Because,” he said, voice too damn casual, “I wanna know why you’re running.”

“I’m not running,” she snapped.

He let out a low hum. “Sure looks like it.”

Imani stopped in her tracks so suddenly that he almost bumped into her.

She glared up at him. “You think everything is a damn game, don’t you?”

Sefa’s smirk faded. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, he looked just as frustrated as she felt.

“I think you’re scared.”

Her breath hitched.

Because he was right.

But she’d rather die than admit it.

So instead, she stepped closer—so close their bodies almost brushed, so close she could feel the heat radiating off him.

And she tilted her chin up defiantly. “You wish I was scared of you.”

Sefa’s eyes darkened. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip, slow, deliberate.

“Oh, I don’t think you’re scared of me.” His voice was lower now, rougher. “I think you’re scared of what happens if you stop hating me.”

Imani’s pulse slammed in her throat.

Because he was too close.

Because he smelled too good.

Because his voice was wrecking every last bit of control she had left.

And the worst part?

She didn’t know if she even wanted to stop him.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

Sefa didn’t let her walk home alone.

He didn’t say anything at first, just fell into step beside her, matching her pace like he belonged there. Like he had every right to be next to her after what just happened.

Imani’s nerves were shot. Her skin still tingled from that damn kiss, her pulse wouldn’t settle, and he was too damn close.

“You don’t have to do this,” she muttered, staring straight ahead.

“Yeah, I do,” Sefa said simply.

And that made something snap inside her.

She stopped walking, turning to face him on the empty sidewalk. “Why?” she demanded. “Why do you care? You hate me, remember?”

Sefa just stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable. “You really believe that?”

Imani let out a frustrated breath, shoving a hand through her curls. “You spend all your time annoying the hell out of me, trying to get under my skin—”

“Yeah,” he cut in, stepping closer. “And you let me.”

Her chest rose and fell sharply. “Because you piss me off.”

Sefa’s lips quirked, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk. It was something else. Something darker.

“Funny,” he murmured. “Because I think the way I make you feel isn’t just anger.”

Imani’s breath caught.

Because he was right.

Because the air between them was thick, charged with something they had been dancing around for too long.

Because she felt it—every time they fought, every time they challenged each other, every time he looked at her like this.

And now, there was nothing stopping them. No one around. No excuses left.

Sefa reached out, slow, deliberate, giving her the chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her chin up slightly. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured.

Imani’s heart slammed against her ribs.

She should. She should say it.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she did the one thing she had been trying so damn hard to resist.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, crashing her lips against his.

Sefa groaned low in his throat, his hands sliding to her waist, gripping tight as he pressed her back against the brick wall of a building.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was all heat, all frustration, all the built-up tension that had been brewing between them for months.

His lips moved against hers with a hunger that made her knees weak, his body pressing into hers like he couldn’t get close enough.

Imani’s fingers fisted in his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer, and Sefa growled, his teeth grazing her bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

She gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed it, his grip tightening like he didn’t want to let go.

And the worst part?

She didn’t either.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing hard, Sefa rested his forehead against hers.

“Still think I hate you?” he murmured.

Imani’s fingers were still tangled in his shirt, her lips swollen, her body on fire.

She swallowed, trying to gather a single rational thought.

“I think…” she whispered. “We’re in a lot of trouble.”

Sefa chuckled, low and rough, his thumb brushing over her hip.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We are.”

⸻

The air between them was thick—charged with something neither of them could take back.

Imani’s fingers were still tangled in Sefa’s shirt, her pulse still thrumming against the heat of his body pressed into hers.

This was dangerous.

This was reckless.

But when she met his eyes—dark, burning, hungry—she knew there was no turning back.

She exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Come inside.”

Sefa didn’t hesitate.

⸻

The moment the door to her dorm clicked shut, everything snapped.

Sefa was on her. His lips crashed into hers again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no restraint.

Imani moaned as his hands roamed, gripping her hips, pressing her back against the door. Her fingers slid under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the hard muscles beneath.

Sefa cursed under his breath, grabbing her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him carry her toward the bed, never once breaking the kiss.

This wasn’t just a kiss anymore.

This was months of tension exploding all at once.

This was a fight they had both lost.

And neither of them cared.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the streetlight filtering through the blinds, casting gentle shadows over the bed. The air was thick, filled with nothing but the sound of ragged breaths and the rustle of sheets as they shifted closer.

Imani felt the weight of Sefa above her, the heat of his body pressing into hers. There was still a barrier between them—fabric, skin, hesitation. But it was quickly fading, slowly being replaced by something more consuming.

Sefa’s hands were on her waist, just barely skimming the edges of her shirt before moving back to her hips, as if he was waiting for permission, as if he didn’t want to cross a line she hadn’t drawn yet. She could feel him hesitating, as much as she was.

But neither of them wanted to pull away.

Her fingertips traced his jaw, the roughness of his stubble under her touch making her breath catch. Sefa’s eyes were half-closed, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in time with hers.

“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

His lips twitched, but he didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there with slow, deliberate affection.

Imani’s back arched instinctively, chasing the touch, wanting more, needing more. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, silently begging him to keep going.

Sefa groaned softly, the sound low and guttural, vibrating against her skin as he moved lower. His lips brushed across her collarbone, his hands sliding up the sides of her shirt to touch the bare skin of her stomach. His fingertips were warm, and his touch was careful, almost reverent, as if every inch of her body was something he needed to savor, to memorize.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” he muttered against her skin. His voice was strained, thick with unspoken desire.

Imani’s heart raced as her hands slid down his back, fingers tracing the muscles there, feeling the way his body shifted under her touch. Her breath caught when his hands finally slid beneath her shirt, moving higher, just brushing the underside of her breasts before sliding back down.

Sefa’s hands weren’t in a hurry. They didn’t need to be. They were taking their time, letting the tension between them build, building something that felt like it could tear them apart if they didn’t do something about it.

Imani shifted beneath him, her hips rocking forward just enough to create a friction that shot through her core, making her gasp softly.

“Jesus,” Sefa murmured, his eyes dark as he looked down at her, his voice low and rough. “Do you feel that?”

Imani nodded, her breath quickening as she moved against him again, desperately trying to feel more. The heat between them was unbearable, the thin layer of clothing that separated them nothing more than a reminder of what they couldn’t yet do.

But the hunger, the need was undeniable.

Sefa groaned as she moved against him again, this time a little more insistently, her hands pushing against his chest as she worked to get closer, to feel the full pressure of his body against hers. His body tensed under her touch, and he responded, his hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, matching the rhythm of hers.

Everything in the room felt charged, as if the very air between them was crackling with need.

Sefa’s lips hovered over hers for a moment, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. He hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, as if he was waiting for her to pull away or say something, but she didn’t.

Instead, she kissed him—slow, deep, desperate. Her hands slid down his chest, fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans, feeling the heat of him through the fabric, desperate to feel more.

He let out a low groan as he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her with dark eyes.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered, his voice raw.

Imani’s pulse raced as she pulled him back to her, lips crashing against his again. The need to be close to him was overwhelming, too much to resist. She didn’t care that they hadn’t crossed that final line, that they hadn’t completely given in. The tension, the frustration, the need to explore each other—it was too much.

Her body moved against his in a rhythm that felt almost natural, like this was where they were supposed to be, where they had always been meant to be. The feeling of him against her, his hands sliding over her skin, his mouth tracing the path down her neck—it was enough to make her forget everything but him.

Sefa’s hands moved lower, gripping the hem of her shorts, tugging them down just enough to expose more of her skin. She gasped, the air catching in her lungs, her hands immediately reaching for his jeans, her fingers trembling as she undid them.

But just before they could get any further, Sefa stopped her. He pulled back, just far enough to look at her, his breathing heavy.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Imani’s chest heaved as she stared into his eyes. She was so close, so close, but she didn’t want to rush it. Didn’t want to let the moment slip away.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she slid her hands down his chest, her lips trailing over his throat, feeling the frantic pulse there, and then she moved her body just enough, grinding into him slowly, letting the pressure build again, letting him feel the heat between them without fully giving in.

Sefa’s breath hitched. “God, I want you so bad.”

Imani’s eyes met his, her hands resting on his shoulders as she held him close. She could feel the hunger in his voice, in his touch, but there was something else too. Something more delicate, something unspoken.

They weren’t ready to cross that final line yet. But every inch of their bodies told the other that they were getting there. That they wanted each other more than they were willing to admit.

They were both holding back, but neither of them was going anywhere.

Y’all feeling this? I thought it was eh, but lmk😭❤️

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imaginespazzi · 11 months ago

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I have a head canon where Paige has a realization during the overtime video with Jaden Owens that she wants to be with azzi forever and she’s ready for more commitment. Right when the video cuts off Jaden says “it’s like your sharing your life with your best friend”

Can you write a one shot where Paige has this realization after she says that and then she talks to Azzi about it? I’m obsessed with the way you write pazzi!

This is maybe shorter than you wanted and written in about the span of an hour (so unedited) but I kinda fell in love with this, so hopefully it's at least a little bit like you'd hoped for:

“It’s like you're sharing your life with your best friend”

It's been almost half a day since the podcast had filmed and Jaden's words are still echoing through Paige's head, as she lies on her hotel room bed, staring at the bright lights in the ceiling. That nagging voice in her head, exasperatedly telling her you already do share a life with your best friend, sounds a lot like Caroline, Paige thinks. It's not wrong. In between sharing closets and friends, and hopes and dreams, and spending every second they can together, the lines have merged so much that Paige's life feels a lot like PaigeAndAzzi's life.

All her life, Paige has been just a little bit scared of committing to anything except the ball in her hands and the court underneath her feet. She'd made as much clear in the podcast today too when the topic of marriage had come up. In the moment, she'd stuck to her default, that she needed more time, the same line she's been repeating to Azzi for god knows how long. Then Jaden had said those ten words, like it was the most simple thing in the world, and it had felt like Paige's whole way of thinking had come crushing down.

“It’s like you're sharing your life with your best friend”

And it should scare Paige, the realization that she already has that, something so deep, so powerful and yet so fragile, but instead she feels an unprecedented surge of calmness, her constantly moving body, suddenly finding a sense of stillness. If there was ever a feeling she could capture in a bottle, she thinks it might be this one, this feeling of knowing, she's found forever.

It takes about three rings for Azzi to pick up the facetime call. She's leaning against her headboard, hair pulled into a bun, eyes glimmering with sleep. Despite being clearly tired, the smile she has for Paige, just for Paige, is dazzling. And maybe that's why Paige isn't scared. Because if that's the smile she gets for the rest of her life, really it's all she could ever want.

"I thought you'd be out and about in town," Azzi says with a knowing grin.

"Nah," Paige shakes her head, "that's not the life for me anymore."

Azzi raises a questioning eyebrow at the phrasing, head falling back against her pink pillow, "is that so? No more party P?"

"Think I'm ready to settle down. Two kids, a suburban house with a big yard, all of that stuff you know?" and even if she says it with a joking smile, Paige knows that, that's the truth. Maybe not right now right now, but that's the future she wants and she wants it with Azzi.

"No pets?" Azzi asks, playing along as she squints at Paige through the phone.

"Well, I thought Stewie was a given," Paige says slowly and even through the scratchy connection, she hears Azzi's voice hitch at the meaning behind her words.

"Stewie-," Azzi bites her lip nervously, "you see all of that with Stewie?"

"Duh," Paige rolls her eyes dramatically but her heart is beating rapidly, "I can't imagine a future without Stewie. There's no house or two kids without her. Do you think-," it's the blonde's turn to chew at her lips as she stares intently as the brunette on her phone screen, "do you think Stewie would want that too? A life with me? Forever?"

It's been a long time coming, and Azzi has been ever so patient, maybe more patient than Paige had deserved. Maybe, maybe it deserves better than a long-distance facetime call and a conversation disguised using Azzi's dog's name but something about this moment feels right. And Paige wishes Azzi was here next to her, so she could kiss her feelings into the younger girl's skin, mark her with the words you're my forever.

Something wet shimmers against Azzi's eyelashes as the softest smile adorns her face, "I think Stewie would want that a lot. I think she's wanted it for a really long time actually. She was just waiting for you."

"I'm sorry I made her wait so long," sincerity is etched into every syllabus as something a little bit like guilt pools in Paige's stomach, guilt at having denied both of them the chance to just be happy.

"You were worth the wait."

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #all my incomplete work looking at this like “why do you finish this and not us....”

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enjolraspermettendo · 6 months ago

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I finally saw Les Miserables live in Milan yesterday so obligatory yap:

Okay first of all: KILLIAN DONNELLY?!?!?!? I was already excited that I was going to see him as Valjean but god that man's voice is just so beautiful. He played a spectacular Valjean, he dominated the stage and the crowd went wild every time he sang. I have no words. Just. What an experience. The whole cast was amazing but jesus, this man could do a one man show of Les mis and id give my first born to see it. Also, he carried around Marius's actor like he weighed nothing, that's so Valjean of him. Also, his soliloquy broke me, how he tried to give back the candlesticks after the bishop gave them to him, how he let the bag fall on the floor and picked it up only later. The emotion he put into his singing constantly brought tears to my eyes. What a voice. Indescribable

JAVERT!!!! Bradley Jaden was amazing. I love how much rage he gave to his character, it felt very true to the novel, on how he's compared to a wolf. In stars he's so devoted but the part that literally shook me was after he let Valjean and Marius go: he literally lost his mind and shouted "WHO IS THIS MAN" with such a wild air I literally gasped. He was unhinged during that song, so outraged and bitter and I loved it. It almost felt like he was killing himself to take Valjean's act of mercy away from him instead of his internal turmoil and honestly? I loved it. He had such a presence on stage it literally felt like he was the law. Also let's be honest, he rocked the coat

I LOVED Channa Hewitt as Fantine, She had such a warm and soft voice it felt like a mother's embrace. I cried 4 times during the show and 2 of those were Fantine's death and Fantine's part during the finale. She was perfect

Nathania Ong as Eponine????? I don't think I've ever heard someone sing her parts as perfectly as her. What a voice. Honestly I think the applauses for her were some of the longest and they were completely deserved. She made me cry. Amazing. Spectacular. I fell a little bit a lot in love. Unfortunately she missed the "He was never mine to lose" line but I think it was because her microphone wasn't connected?? Never mind she was perfect.

I know you all want to know about our boys Enjolras and Grantaire so. There wasn't much enjoltaire going on tbh but I didn't mind, I still think the actors (James D. Gish and Raymond Walsh) were perfect and I love their performance. Enjolras was completely focused on the revolution and keeping the others on track, while Grantaire mainly stuck with Gavroche all throughout. Enjolras's most positive reaction to grantaire was ironically clapping with the others at R's jokes once during Red and Black, but apart from that he was fairly hostile to him. During Drink With Me he tried to stop R from singing and bringing down morale by getting close to him and roughly saying "That's enough!" into the same microphone; after he stopped singing and everyone started moving away Enjolras tried to stop Grantaire or talk to him, he seemed kind of apologetic, but R Simply raised his bottle to him in a mock toast and then turned his back to him and I loved that, I love a bitter and petty Grantaire. Grantaire at the beginning was very amused by the whole situation and the excitement of the others, during red and black and the building of the barricade he kept hyping Gavroche up and parting his shoulder, nudging him towards the others as if it was all a game. When the first shots sounded he seemed to realize the gravity of the situation and started nudging Gavroche away and motioning for him to go away; later when the shooting for the fall of the barricade started sounding he lifted Gavroche in his arms and held him as the others started to fall until only them and Enjolras stood; then Gavroche went limp and R died with him, Enjolras died last. For the rest of the show and for Empty Chairs at Empty Tables Enjolras, Grantaire and Gavroche were on the small balcony/platform over the centre of the stage and to be honest it had a very "Father, Son and Holy Spirit" vibe in my opinion.

One Day More was absurd, it gave me chills all throughout.

When Valjean died and the bishop came in the hugged each other very hard, Valjean basically fell into the bishop's arms and that hit me hard.

Gavroche was so sassy I loved him.

Honestly everyone was perfect I literally have nothing bad to say. I think Enjolras's actor lost controls of his voice on a sillable but who cares, it was all amazing.

I also got merch! (It was all so expensive????? But I couldn't help myself). I got a tote bag with Cosette's famous illustration, a magnet and a brochure with the history of Lea Miserables and information and interviews of the World Tour cast. I also got 2 of the paper bags (they were cute okay) and my mum grabbed a literal handful of the bookmarks they were giving away lmao.

I'm sure I had something else I wanted to say but after these last 3 days my brain is completely scrambled. If any of you were at the show yesterday or are going in these days feel free to hit me up so we can go crazy together lmao

#les miserables #les mis #les miserables the arena spectacular #les mis world tour #les miaerables world tour #jean valjean #javert #killian donnelly #bradley jaden #fantine #channa hewitt #enjolras #james d gish #grantaire #raymond walsh #gavroche #eponine #nathania ong

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ofmdrecaps · 10 months ago

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07/05-06/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; David Jenkins; Nathan Foad & Con O'Neill; Leslie Jones; Nat Torres; Darby Family Foster Kittens; Articles; Fiber Arts Brigade: Auction/Fundraiser Updates/Bronson Pinchot Cameo; Uproar in the UK; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; OurFlagMeansFanfiction/BabyKrakenPodfics; OFMD Themed Earrings; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

== Rhys Darby ==

More coverage of Rhys' new show The Hungry Games! This time on Today.com.

Source: Rhys Darby's Twitter

Annnd more shots of Rhys and Bonus Rosie & Finn at the Great Big Cow Band Concert on July 4!

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram

Annnnd yet another Tural Commercial for FFXIV!

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Source: FFXIV's Instagram

== David Jenkins ==

Well the last two days were big clowning days for everyone! Early Friday we had Chaos Dad commenting on a tweet from March.

Source: David Jenkins Twitter Next, fans noticed that the "Got a really good feeling about 2024" post that David took down from Instagram was re-added. Our friend cremeishere noticed that the post had been removed from David's Instagram after one of the cancellations (around March 22). Today however, it was noticed that it was back. Do we know exactly when it came back? No idea-- but Honking ensues!

Source: CremeIsHere's Twitter

And if that wasn't enough honking, our friend Jules mentioned the following from Kinga's recent post about Simone LeBone, "When dad is working we're napping" and asked "what is he working on"? Good question.

Source: TheRevengeBoys Twitter

== Nathan + Con ==

Nathan posted some more about his spotlight in the Hot Shots publication, and our dear Con wrote him a lovely love note <3

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie's been out to the LA Sparks game!

Source: misterjt319 Instagram

== Nat Torres ==

One of our awesome writers, Nat Torres, is making a rare appearance on Instagram.

Source: Natalie Torres Instagram

== Darby Family Foster Kittens ==

As we all know, I'm a sucker for kittens! Here's new Darby Family Foster Kitten content!

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram

== Articles ==

@adoptourcrew Found some very interesting articles regarding the cancellation of OFMD. In addition-- the #1 from Collider is adding to the Honkfest going on!

10 Canceled TV Shows That Deserve to Be Revived

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

"I Tear Up Every Time I See It": Here Are 23 Romantic Movie And TV Moments Without The Words "I Love You"

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Fiber Arts Brigade ==

The Fiber Arts Brigade reached their next tiered goal! They've raised $1750 with the #ThriveAsACrew campaign to support SageUSA! Thank you to everyone who's donated!

An anonymous donor was kind enough to pay for another cameo in honor of FAB reaching the fourth tier goal! Below is a video from Bronson Pinchot on his (and Ned Low's) advise on how we can ThriveAsACrew!

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The Fiber Arts Brigade Ebay Auctions are ALMOST DONE! If you were bummed to miss out on Moosh's cross stitch commission from the AOC raffle, here's another chance! Check out the ebay listing here! Thank you to all the artists and patrons of this auction!

Source: Fiber Arts Brigade Twitter

== Uproar In The UK ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for keeping us apprised of the UK Release of Uproar on Prime video! Check it out UK Crew!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast cards from @melvisik are Nathanial Goodman who's "another submission for ‘Outstanding Cinematography in a Comedy Series for Impossible Birds’ -AdoptOurCrew"! And Jaden McLeod -- "Soldier #1 in Mermen, no doubt someone who came across Ed and/or the crew of the Revenge..."

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

== Our Flag Means Fanfiction ==

Our dear friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction are moving up the charts on spotify!

Annnd coming up this Monday, a New Episode - The Silly Voices Episode, this time joined by BabyKraken Podfics!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction / BabyKraken Podfics

== OFMD Themed Earrings ==

I would just like to say I love all of the beautiful and creative ways everyone continues to honour our favourite show! The darling @paleoleigh has been making OFMD Themed Earrings and she was kind enough to allow me to share some of her work! You can learn more on PaleoLeigh's Tumblr Post and if you're interested, order them on her Etsy Store!

Source: PaleoLeigh's Tumblr Post

== Love Notes ==

Hey there Lovelies! I hope you all are getting some much needed rest this weekend! It's been a lot lately, huh? The world, elections, so many different countries struggling, online -- everywhere's been pretty crazy lately. I know a lot of you have so much on your minds, and rightly so. When so much is happening all at once, seeing struggles go on in your safe spaces too can make things so much harder to cope with. It is okay to feel sad or upset if your safe space doesn't feel the same way it did right now. It doesn't mean it won't feel safe again one day. Life and situations ebb and flow, and circumstances change, as much as we always want good things to stay the same. Good things can come from change too. Our magnificent and kind friend @xray-vex shared a screenshot on twitter the other day of this tumblr post and I thought it was incredibly appropriate to how a lot of people have been expressing they've been feeling lately.

I know sometimes it feels like you have to respond to that tweet, or get into that discourse, but if you don't have the energy, just remember you don't owe anything to anyone. You are wonderful the way you are, and you deserve to enjoy your space too. If it feels like too much, take a break, watch a new show, read a new book, step away if you need to. Or if re-watching our pirate show would help-- feel absolutely welcome to do that too. Whatever YOU need for YOU. It will be different for everyone, and there is no shame in wanting to do something different to make you feel better. There will always be folks here for you if you decide to step away and come back, so don't be afraid to if you need to okay? We love you crew, we care so much about you, and your health. Be well <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Some BTS gif tonight for the discerning gif lover. Git courtesy of @dallonismysavior!

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angelbrainrot · 10 months ago

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WELCOME to my page ⁀➷♡´ˎ˗

. . .🐇 my name is jaden! ‹𝟥. . . she/her. infp. sagittarius. chronically online.

i am seventeen and writing is my passion :) i mostly write on wattpad ( @ louis-core ) about matt and chris sturniolo, and vinnie hacker on occasion. i’ve been writing for the sturniolo fandom since 2022 and although i don’t feel as connected to the triplets anymore, i’ve always loved writing with their dynamics! i am pretty new to tumblr, however, so be patient with me i beg!!!

i plan on posting one shots / blurbs for the fics i have posted on wattpad (so _ _ x my oc) and other scenes i didn’t feel comfy posting on wattpad ! i will also take requests obvi, answer questions, and possibly write imagines ??? just whatever you guys wanna see and whatever i’m feeling :)

💌 inbox open !

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#navigation #pinned post #intro post #introduction #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #vinnie hacker #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #brainrotnavigation

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kathlare · 2 months ago

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no interruptions

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the quiet of her new home, Amelie and Lando finally have a space that is just theirs—free from interruptions, prying eyes, and stolen moments.

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Warnings: none

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October 19th, 2020 - Los Angeles, CA

The soft hum of the Los Angeles night filtered through the open balcony doors, a warm breeze carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. Inside, the glow of dimmed lights cast a cozy ambiance over the spacious living room, where Amelie and Lando sat curled up on the couch, relishing the rare quiet between them.

Her new house still had the scent of fresh paint and newly unpacked furniture, but it already felt like home—her home. A space that was finally hers, without the constant noise of roommates or the expectation of interruptions. Just her. And tonight, just him.

—This feels weird,— Lando murmured, his head resting against the couch while he watched her stretch her legs across his lap.

Amelie raised an eyebrow. —Weird how?—

He lazily ran his fingers up and down her shin, his touch warm against her skin. —I dunno. I guess I got used to your old place. Always someone around. Jaden yelling about something, Josh walking in whenever. And now it’s just... quiet.—

—Exactly. No more roommates. No more walking into my kitchen and finding Josh shirtless eating my cereal. No one barging in at the worst possible moments.— She shot him a teasing look, and Lando smirked, shaking his head.

—You love them, though.—

—Of course I do,— she admitted with a soft smile. —But I love this too. Just us.—

Lando exhaled, his smile turning a little softer. He got it. For months, their time together had always been dictated by their surroundings—hotel rooms, stolen moments at races, late-night FaceTime calls. There was always the risk of someone walking in, always an unspoken limit to how much they could just exist together without interruption.

But now? Now, they had this. A space where she could just be Amelie, and he could just be Lando. No hiding, no worrying about getting caught, no distractions.

—It’s nice,— he admitted. —Being here with you. No rush, no one to bother us. Just... us.—

Amelie’s lips curled into a small smile as she sat up, shifting so she could straddle his lap. Lando’s hands instinctively settled on her hips, his fingers pressing lightly against the soft fabric of her hoodie—his hoodie, actually, one she had stolen weeks ago.

—You like having me all to yourself?— she teased, tilting her head as her fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw.

Lando exhaled a quiet laugh, his eyes flickering between hers and her lips. —Maybe a little.—

—Just a little?—

His grip on her tightened slightly, his thumbs brushing slow circles against her waist. —Fine. A lot.—

Amelie grinned, leaning in so her nose brushed against his. —Good. ‘Cause I kinda like having you all to myself too.—

She kissed him then, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that unraveled all the tension that had been lingering between them over the past few weeks. The stress, the distance, the constant feeling of needing to keep things under wraps—it all melted away as Lando pulled her in closer, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her hoodie to press against her warm skin.

He hummed against her lips, the sound low and content as she tangled her fingers in his curls.

—You know,— he murmured between kisses, —if we’d tried this at your old place, someone would’ve walked in by now.—

Amelie laughed, her breath warm against his lips. —Exactly why I moved.—

Lando grinned, but the playful edge in his expression softened as he looked at her, really looked at her. Relaxed. Happy. Here. It hit him then, the weight of how much he had missed being able to just be with her.

—So, what now?— he asked, his voice quieter, more serious.

Amelie tilted her head. —What do you mean?—

—We’ve got a whole house to ourselves. No interruptions. No need to sneak around. What do we do with that?—

She pretended to think for a moment, her fingers brushing over the hem of his hoodie as she smirked. —I can think of a few things.—

Lando chuckled, his hands roaming up her back, pulling her closer as he kissed her again, slower this time. A kiss that promised something more.

Something uninterrupted.

Lando’s hands trailed beneath the fabric of her hoodie, fingertips grazing her bare skin as he deepened the kiss. The feeling of finally having her, without fear of being walked in on or interrupted, sent a shiver down his spine. He had spent so much time stealing moments with her—quick kisses between flights, late-night FaceTimes filled with teasing and longing, whispered promises that they’d find time for just them.

And now, they had it.

Amelie sighed against his lips, her hands threading into his curls, tugging lightly, and he groaned in response. God, she knew exactly what she was doing. He tightened his grip on her waist, shifting her closer, and she let out a soft laugh, breaking the kiss for just a second.

—What?— he murmured, breathless.

She traced her fingers over the curve of his cheek, her eyes flickering between his. —You look so serious right now.—

Lando smirked. —I am serious. This is very serious business.—

Amelie giggled, tilting her head. —Oh? And what business would that be?—

His hands slid down to the backs of her thighs, gripping just enough to make her breath hitch. —Making up for lost time.—

She hummed in agreement, shifting in his lap, but before she could say anything else, the sound of a timer beeping from the kitchen broke through the haze between them.

Lando groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. —You have got to be kidding me.—

Amelie burst out laughing, burying her face in his neck. —I forgot I put cookies in the oven.—

—Of course you did.— He rolled his eyes playfully as she slid off his lap, standing up and adjusting her hoodie.

She offered him a hand, but he just sat there, looking up at her with an almost boyish pout.

—You’re really just going to leave me here? After that?— he asked, squinting up at her.

Amelie grinned, tugging on his hand. —Come on, you can survive five minutes without making out with me.—

Lando groaned but let her pull him up anyway, following her into the kitchen. The scent of warm vanilla and melted chocolate filled the air, and Amelie quickly grabbed an oven mitt, pulling the tray of cookies out and setting them on the counter.

Lando leaned against the island, watching her. The way she moved around so comfortably, so at home in this new space, made something warm settle in his chest. He’d seen her in so many different places—hotels, backstage dressing rooms, tucked into the passenger seat of his car on late-night drives—but this felt different. This was hers.

And she wanted him in it.

—You’re staring,— she noted without turning around.

—Can’t help it,— he admitted.

She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. —You want a cookie?—

—Depends. Can I have you instead?—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed as she set down the spatula. —Maybe after cookies.—

Lando grinned, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. —Fine. But only because they smell really good.—

She leaned into him, her hands resting on his arms. —You mean I smell really good.—

He chuckled, pressing a kiss just below her ear. —That too.—

They stood there for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the warmth of the kitchen surrounding them. No rush. No interruptions.

Just them.

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redbullgivesyouwingedkuriboh · 6 months ago

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hi. if you’re reading this that means it’s my 21st birthday. I had this idea and had to write it down immediately (it’s may 29th. see y’all in just under 6 months) so. yeah. enjoy. happy 21st birthday to me!

The GX Cast In: What they would order for their first legal drink at a bar

DISCLAIMER: blair is excluded from this one cause I can’t fathom her being an adult rn. all characters are considered to be of legal drinking age for the purposes of this post. I do not condone underage drinking. drink responsibly and always call for help if you or a friend are displaying symptoms of alcohol poisoning.

Jaden Yuki: I have determined that Jaden doesn’t like whiskey, but if it’s mixed in something he might be okay with it. a rum and coke would be his go-to. on the rocks, he can’t drink warm liquor.

Chazz Princeton: straight vodka. i have a working theory that the more trauma someone has the better they take shots. (this is not a healthy theory, to be sure, but Chazz certainly qualifies as an observable subject.) he will spit out any food that contains the tiniest amount of carrot but pounds vodka like a champ. he’s definitely tried to do the whole lime and salt thing but found he prefers the burn. I just want him to be okay :(

Dr. Crowler: wayyyyyy back in the day, a very hot, very gay bartender gave him a shot of raspberry schnapps on the house because he “looks like a raspberry schnapps kinda guy”. keeps a bottle of it in his office for feeling nostalgic. atticus has gotten into it more than once, with zero evidence left behind.

Syrus Truesdale: the fruitiest goddamn cocktail you’ve ever seen. there’s a bendy straw and a paper umbrella. probably served out of a pineapple. he does not want to so much as SENSE the alcohol

Alexis Rhodes: whiskey sour. asks for the lemon on the side and squeezes the juice directly into her mouth.

Atticus Rhodes: margaritas, plural. unironically sings “gimme one margarita ima open my legs” the entire time and has to be physically restrained in order to stop him.

Zane Truesdale: he can’t drink, he has a heart condition. however: him and atticus buy cheap wine from the liquor store on oct 31 and sit somewhere outside as the clock ticks over to midnight, making the switch from atticus’s birthday to zane’s. they toast. life is good. zane has palpatations immediately and never drinks again.

Aster Phoenix: wine aunt energy. exclusively drinks wine, but alternates between white and red. his palate changes depending on what he ate. for his twenty first birthday, he probably had steak (s2 fishing incident had me rolling on the ground laughing), which pairs well with cabernet (I think that’s a red) so he’d get red wine.

Yubel: technically has always been legal drinking age? regardless, the strongest whiskey you can find. Jaden dislikes whiskey, though, so has only ever gotten him to take one shot of it. collects the little shooter bottles. it’s really cute to see them all lined up.

Jesse Anderson: fruity cocktail for a fruity bitch. he’d order a sex on the beach, but it would go something like, “I’d like a, ah… ha, alrighty then. A s-sex on the… you know what I mean!”, followed up by Chazz saying, “oh my god he’d like a sex on the beach. jesus.”

Jim Crocodile Cook: not much of a drinker, but he’d also love the fruity cocktails. he would order a strawberry daiquiri. frozen. he’d also do a shot for the hell of it, probably of cheap vodka, and spend the rest of the evening wondering how everyone else is handling that stuff so well.

Axel Brodie: straight fucking gin. no additives, no garnish, no nothing. just axel and a shot glass. somehow never shows signs of being tipsy.

Adrian Gecko: beer. he thinks it makes him look relatable. unironically a beer drinker. probably PBA.

Bastion Misawa: he orders a shot of “your finest whiskey, barkeep”. sniffs it first. takes a little sip. “oh, goodness. no thank you.”

#yugioh gx #ygo gx #jaden yuki #atticus rhodes #zane truesdale #chazz princeton #vellian crowler #syrus truesdale #alexis rhodes #aster phoenix #yubel #jesse anderson #jim crocodile cook #axel brodie #adrian gecko #bastion misawa

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aberooski · 6 months ago

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What other Yugioh ships do you like?

Only small handful of others really. Mostly ones I've had since I was a kid, I don't really delve much into shipping like I used to, though the ships I do ship I ship hard lolol

I've also only watched DM, GX, and 5Ds so there's that too on the quantity subject.

I've always been a champion of Yugi and Téa, peachshipping champion since day 1 baby I love them, the childhood friends to lovers angle is on of my favorites and I mean, look at Téa's duel with Crump in the virtual world and her and Yugi in that and him giving her his jacket cuz she's cold after that before they find Joey even though he's also freezing his ass off, they're just so sweet with each other 😭

I'm also a fan of Tristan and Serenity, when they're older. Like maybe they get together in their early 20's or something because she definately likes him back, but she's a little young. She's not that much younger than them, but still. When they're both older, super cute together. But also conversely to this......... I'm a massive chaseshipper.... I love Tristan and Duke.... I want them to kiss... I'm just saying, Duke only started showing interest in Serenity after Tristan made it clear he liked her from my recollection. He was just trying to make Tristan jealous and get his attention. That's my delusion and I'm sticking to it. Plus they are always getting pushed together in groups and they've slept up against each other more than once.... I'm so delusional right now it hurts akskksks

And when I was a kid I loved Atem and Mana. I loved the idea of them. It's one that's a really low-key ship for me I don't have any particularly strong opinions or stance about it but I'll probably take it with me to the grave regardless.

I've been screamed at for shipping Yugi and Atem with Téa and Mana and not each other when I never even cared much for that ship anyway I just don't interpret their relationship as romantic, so yeah. That turned me completely off of that ship I just wanna say. Also why I don't really engage with the DM side of the fandom anymore, especially when we're talking about shipping.

I used to be a fan of Joey and Mai as a ship when I was a kid, but not as much these days. I mean, if she wasn't like 10 years older than him, that would be one thing. But she is, so that kinda wrecks it when he's not an adult as well... y'know..? Even then, 10 years is a bit too big of a gap for me regardless haha

In GX I really only ship spiritshipping and stormshipping. I mean, Jaden and Jesse was the only ship I really shipped for a while.... then my third eye opened and now Chazz and Atticus have my entire heart and are now my entire creative brand mostly so akskkskslzlzl

I also like the idea of Bastion and Tania, but I feel like I need more information about her before I can commit to shipping them or not. Like... I don't know how old she is, you know? That makes me hesitate a little bit haha

Also shoutout to Nightshroud and SoL!Chazz!!! LaDDshipping you fuckin' hit!

Bonus shoutout to Sheppard and Dorothy, stop it they're so cute!

The ship in 5Ds I like the most is Jack and Carly, bar none. Scoopshipping supremacy is my middle name! I shipped them before I even watched then show, dude. I watched it because of them. And they did not disappoint....... until the writers took their relationship out back and shot it by basically pretending it didn't exist in the 2nd half but shhhhhhhhhhhh ignore that!!! The best het ship in the original trilogy of shows argue with the wall.

Also a big fan of Yusei and Akiza, but like with Tristan hilarious cuz Tristan and Yusei are both voiced by Greg Abbey 🤣 I also ship the fuck out of Yusei and Bruno. I have cried thinking about them. Jack and Carly and Yusei and Bruno have made me sob profusely.

Also shoutout to Trudge and Mina! She doesn't deserve him with all her Jack bullshit but dammit love it anyway!

So yeah, those are the only ships I personally ship or I guess have shipped in the past *cough* Joey and Mai *cough* . Just a small handful really, like I said. Never been a massive shipper by way of quantity. I latch onto things too hard to have a billion and 1 anyway 😂😂😂

#low-key scared of puzzelshippers so I'm sorry guys please don't yell at me again 😭#yugioh #yugioh gx #yugioh 5ds #aberooski asks #peachshipping #ardentshipping #chaseshipping #vaseshipping #polarshipping #spiritshipping #stormshipping #laddshipping #tigershipping #scoopshipping #faithshipping #toolshipping #dunno if sheppard and dorothy and mina and trudge even have ship names tbh 😅

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 years ago

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Enough is Enough

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Goddess!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: character deaths, reader being forced to kill, revenge kills, fluff at the end

Request by anon: Heyy! Can you write a one shot of team free will x powerful demigod reader? Where the reader is the daughter of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades and blessed by the Gods and the Team need her help for some case and they summon her for help and in the end Dean or Sam fall in love her?

Summary: Sam and Dean take on a case where people are killing themselves after what appears to be a ghost touching them when in reality, something much deadlier is attacking them.

Square Filled: summoning a spirit for @spnclassicbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

“Okay, Sammy, tell me one more time what we’re dealing with,” Dean says as he drives into Victorville, California.

“Two people have died under mysterious circumstances. They were normal people with normal jobs until one day they suddenly went crazy and killed themselves. None of them had prior indications that they were mentally ill or had depression.”

“Yeah, that could be our thing.”

“I already called the sheriff. He’s expecting us.” Dean heads into town and stops at the local sheriff’s station. Both brothers get out and enter the station where the sheriff greets them. “Sheriff. I’m Agent Lennon and this is my partner Agent McCartney.”

“Thank you for coming out here.”

“Of course. What else can you tell us about this case?”

“I can do you one better. I can show you. Follow me.” The sheriff brings Sam and Dean to his desk where footage from a CCTV camera is already pulled up. “Go ahead. Press play.”

Sam sits down and presses play to start the video. There is a highway with passing cars and a diner on the other side of the road where someone is waiting for something. Thirty seconds pass before Sam sees something glitch in and out of the frame. If someone were scrolling through the footage, they would miss it but Sam knows what he’s looking for. As soon as the mysterious object passes through the frame, the man starts screaming in terror. He pulls at his hair and runs into traffic where he gets hit by a car.

“Poor son of a bitch,” the sheriff sighs.

Sam rewinds the footage and stops on the figure that glitches into the frame. There isn’t a good angel for it but Sam knows it’s the shape of a woman.

“Was there footage of the first murder?” Dean asks.

“No. It happened inside the victim’s home.”

“If you get any more footage, please let us know immediately.”

“Sure thing.”

Sam and Dean finish up at the police department and leave together.

“Did you see the ghost?”

“I’m surprised the sheriff didn’t.”

“We should check the diner for any signs of EMF.” Sam and Dean drive over to the spot where the second victim killed himself. CSI and the police already investigated here, so the place is pretty empty. No one wants to go to a diner where someone saw a ghost and freaked the fuck out. “Why don’t you see what you can find out? I’ll talk to the staff inside.”

Dean leaves his brother’s side and heads inside while Sam takes out his EMF reader. He walks down the entire length of the parking lot but not a single abnormality shows up on the reader. It doesn’t take long for Dean to finish talking to the staff inside and he joins his brother’s side when he’s done.

“Anything?”

“They didn't see a thing. It was too dark to see if there was another person. All they knew is that he came in by himself, ate, and left. Minutes later, he went crazy and killed himself. What about you?”

“Nothing. There is no evidence that there was any ghost here. It’s weird, we definitely saw a ghost on film.”

“What else could it be?”

While Sam and Dean ponder on that questions, two teenage kids hang out at a grocery store on the other side of town. They’re known as the troublemakers of the town. They love getting into fights, trashing people’s houses, skipping school, and causing headaches for most of the adults in town. Dylan and Jaden are best friends who feed off each other’s energy so there is no stopping them whenever they come together.

Dylan is resting on the hood of his car while Jaden is smoking next to him. They’re in the mood for a little fucking around with the locals in town. The best kind of people to fuck with are the tourists and people who pass by their town because they don’t know the boys’ reputation. Someone new moved to town not that long ago making him the perfect target for the boys’ torment.

The man is walking out of the store since his shift has finished and walks toward his car. Dylan nudges Jaden with his foot and gestures to the employee. Jaden takes a deep inhale from his cigarette and flicks it onto the ground.

“Melinoe, come out come out wherever you are,” Jaden smirks.

You emerge from the shadows with a look of hatred on your face. Dylan and Jaden smirk and point to the man walking to his car.

“I should kill you two instead,” you glare.

“Do that and you won’t ever see your heart again. Now go kill the bitch before we kill you,” Dylan threatens.

If someone is in possession of your heart, they have the ability to use you in any way they wish. If someone were to pierce your heart, then you’ll die a slow and painful death. These two idiot kids got ahold of your heart and now have power over you that no human should ever have.

You walk over to the man who has no clue what’s about to happen to him. You’re all for killing people and bringing their souls to the Underworld for punishment but only those who deserve it. The people you’ve killed never deserved it despite the two kids thinking they did. You walk past the man and touch his shoulder to let your powers flow through him. The man screams in terror and pulls at his hair as he is driven mad. He carries self-defense weapons to protect himself which he uses to kill himself.

You turn back to the shadows when you’ve done your part.

The next morning, Sam and Dean show up at the grocery store parking lot where the man killed himself. Dean talks to some of the staff while Sam takes out his EMF reader to check for paranormal signs. Much like the last scene, nothing shows up.

“Dean, this isn’t making any sense.”

“The store manager says we can look at his security footage. He got a good view of the parking lot. Come on.”

Sam and Dean walk inside the store and meet the sheriff at the manager’s office where the cameras are. The manager plays back the footage to the right after the man left for his shift. There are two kids by a car in the background that are illuminated by the light pole, and they’re watching the man walk to his car. A ghostly figure walks into the frame and they gesture for it to attack the man.

They watch as the figure walks past the man who then freaks out. He takes one of his self-defense weapons and kills himself with it.

“Who are those two kids?” Dean asks. The manager rewinds the footage and zooms in on both of them, getting a clear view of them. “Sheriff, could you identify them?”

“Yeah. I’ll have my men look into it.”

The sheriff immediately sends the footage over to his IT department who comes back with both of their identities and their addresses. Sam and Dean will take over from here, so they head over to Dylan’s house in hopes that he’s home. Dean and Sam walk up to the front door and knock three times. Five minutes later, Dylan answers the door with Jaden behind him.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Are you Dylan and Jaden?”

“What’s it to you, old man?” Sam and Dean push themselves inside their house and look around. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Where is she?” Dean asks and shoves his FBI badge into his face. “Where are you hiding her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The woman you use to kill people. Where is she?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave before I call the police on you. Do you even have a warrant to be in here?”

Dean is about to tear him a new one when you appear from the shadows in the corner of the room. Sam and Dean take out their guns with iron bullets and aim them at you. Dylan and Jaden step back when they see the weapons to stay out of the line of fire.

“Who the hell is she?”

“Those bullets won’t do anything to me.”

“Who are you?”

“I am the thing they keep hostage to kill others with,” you glare at them.

“Kill them,” Dylan orders.

This is it. This is your way out. At this moment, you don’t care about your heart or where they might have hidden it. The fact is, they don’t have it on them right now.

“No, I don’t think I will. I’m done being your bitch. It’s time you get a taste of your own medicine.”

You disappear from sight and allow them a few seconds of pure terror of not knowing where you are. You appear behind them and place your hands on both of their heads. You let your magic flow through their brains ten times harder than you did with the other victims. Almost immediately, they begin screaming their heads off in fear.

They didn’t know it, but they were declared dead the second they possessed your heart.

They claw at their hair, run their nails down their faces so hard it draws blood, and smash their heads against the walls multiple times. Dylan did it so much that his skull split open and his brain and blood spattered everywhere. Both men slid to the floors when they died, and you turn to the brothers who have shocked looks on their faces.

“My name is Melinoe but I go by Y/N these days. I am the Goddess of Ghosts, Nightmares, and Funerary Rites. I am the daughter of Persephone and Zeus and Hades combined. I’d like your help finding out where my heart is so I can be free.”

Sam and Dean call in the double suicide before leaving the scene as fast as possible. You join them in their motel room to talk about what you’re here for and what it means to have someone possess your heart.

“We’ve met some Greek Gods in our time but never someone like you. We’ve met your father.”

“Which one?”

“Zeus.”

“Despite what people say, Zeus is worse than Hades. Zeus got jealous of Hades and banished him to the Underworld.” Sam and Dean look at each other in silence. “Look, I know you think I’m a killer but I��m not a bad person. I only kill those who deserve it so I can guide their souls into the Underworld to exact their punishment. Those two idiots made me kill innocent people.”

“How did they do that?”

“They have my heart. I shouldn’t have killed them. They hid it so I wouldn’t grab it and leave them.”

“We’ll find it,” Sam smiles.

“Thank you. I’m not all bad, you know. I can reunite people with their dead loved ones for a few minutes. Cemeteries are my favorite places to hang out in.”

You, Sam, and Dean do some research on where Dylan and Jaden could have hidden your heart. They would have chosen a place where no one would find it. A place that could be abandoned or a cave. There aren’t a lot of spots like that around town so it’s easy to compile a list.

“What will happen if your heart is destroyed?”

“I’ll die. I had ownership of my heart for thousands of years until one day I met a man. A man who heard the rumors about me and what I can do. This was during the time when Greek Gods and Goddesses were roaming Earth. He’s the sole reason why I believe in love, but he’s also the reason why I believe in heartbreak. He stole my heart and it’s been passed around ever since.”

“Greek Gods were around in 900 BC. That’s a long time to go without your heart.”

“You’re telling me,” you scoff.

“I promise to get your heart back for you.”

“Thank you,” you smile sweetly.

“Okay, I have a list of three places where your heart can be,” Dean says. “The abandoned factory outside of town, the old Well House on someone’s farm, and a cave in Long Beach. Though, I don’t think they’d drive two hours for something so precious as a Goddess’ heart.”

“Let’s check the factory first. These guys craved power. I don’t think they would allow my heart to reside on someone else’s property.”

“Factory it is.”

You three head thirty minutes to the factory outside of town. Before you step foot out of the car, you can feel the power your heart holds. It’s here and it’s calling to you. You don’t have to search the entire property because you know exactly where it is. Your heart is inside a dirty box and you scoff at the treatment it got.

“Wow, never seen that before,” Dean mutters.

You grab your heart and it glows bright green at being connected to the person it belongs to. You move the top of your dress to the side and allow your heart to be absorbed back into your body. Your entire body glows bright green before dimming down, and you turn to the brothers with a smile.

“I can’t thank you two enough for what you’ve done for me. Please allow me to repay you back. Is there a dead loved one you’d like to see again?”

“No, we’re good. I just want to get out of this God-forsaken town,” Dean chuckles.

Sam looks at his brother in thought and gets an idea.

“Actually, there might be.”

It doesn't matter where a person is buried or where they ended up after death. You have the power to draw their souls back to you for a short amount of time to give a person a chance to talk to them. Dean is shocked when you pull his mother and father from Heaven to allow him some time to talk to them. Sam never knew them, not in the way that Dean did, so he gives this moment to his brother.

“You must love your brother to let him have this,” you say to Sam.

You and he are off to the side to give Dean some time alone with his parents.

“He knew them better than I ever did,” he shrugs.

“Listen, I don’t have to be in the Underworld right now. Would you like some company for a while?”

A blush spreads across Sam’s cheeks at the thought of spending more time with you.

“I’d like that.”

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