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momotonescreaming · 19 days ago

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Josh was sitting in the dispatch kitchen sipping a coffee when his phone vibrated — almost too perfect timing to be anything but planned. Gently placing his mug back down, careful not spill, he glances at his now lit up phone screen.

Sal 🔥

When's your lunch break?

He finds himself smiling at even the sight of his boyfriend's name, at the reminder that he absolutely memorised when his coffee break was. So that he'd see his message immediately, give him a little pick me up when he got a moment alone. It does make him wonder, however, if Sal really wants to know when his lunch break is. Or is this just a segue into another conversation?

Unlocking his phone, and quickly flicking to his messaging app, Josh quickly taps out a reply.

Josh 💙

2pm. Why?

He's barely had time to have another sip of his coffee before he gets a reply. He'd think Sal had his reply ready and waiting if he hadn't seen the typing bubble pop up.

Sal 🔥

I'm bringing you lunch from that bougie cafe you like.

Sal 🔥

I'll meet you up there.

Josh finds himself smiling at his boyfriend coordinating a surprise lunch. He'd been bitching before about not having time to pack a proper lunch today, about how he was supposed to being doing the whole eating healthy thing, but he guessed he'd just go the takeout place near the office instead. Turns out Sal wasn't just listening to him bitch, he was paying attention.

Josh 💙

And you're not even going to ask? What if I said no?

He's not going to say no. He finally has a boyfriend, a good man, who wants to suprise him with lunch and respect his work schedule at the same time. But Sal gets it. a fellow first responder. He gets the crazy hours, the irregular break times, the way they don't always end up being the reality. Pulled away into another call.

Even if it doesn't end up happening, he appreciates it either way. Sal wanting to steal away a moment of time with him, caring and brusque in equal manner.

Sal 🔥

Because you're not gonna say no?

Sal 🔥

I'll see you at 2 😘

Rolling his eyes, Josh shakes his head as he takes another sip of his coffee. He hates how cocky Sal is except he really doesn't. This confidence with the skill and the knowledge behind it really does it for him. A hunky firefighter who gets the job, supports him, wants to spend time with him — and is so confident that Josh feels the same. It's reciprocated in a way a lot of his other relationships haven't been.

Instead of why are your shifts so inconvenient, this is why we can never have lunch together it's now surprising him with lunch at the dispatch centre. And he's a fire captain too — Sal is — so Josh doesn't even have to worry about security, about getting him into the building. They're a lot stricter about that now.

It's nice, letting Sal into this part of his world so seamlessly, where they can have lunch and he can watch as his boyfriend tries and succeeds at charming his friends and coworkers.

Quickly firing off a heart emoji back to Sal, Josh finishes up his coffee and heads back to his desk. Break over entirely far too quickly. And he doesn't even have to worry about cutting their conversation off abruptly, Sal gets it. In fact, Josh's been on the other side of it now — in the middle of a call with Sal on a day their shifts don't align, the alarm bells ringing and cutting the call short.

2pm can't come soon enough.

Eventually, finally, he's halfway through a call when he spots Sal out of the corner of his eye, Standing near the glass at the entrance to the main floor, in a well fitted army green jacket, work boots, and tough blue jeans with his hip cocked. Coffee tray in one hand and paper bag in the other — no doubt containing that lunch he promised.

Josh smiles, grin creeping across his face as he continues to talk to the caller on the other end of the line. A teenage boy, not in moral danger, but still very scared about it. He tells him it's going to be okay, that the firefighters are on their way, and he sees Sal's eyes twinkle at his words.

Sal locks eyes with him and kisses the air, directed straight at Josh. He rolls his eyes in return, waving him off towards the lunchroom as the teenager on the phone line starts to calm down as he hears the sirens approaching in the distance. His boyfriend laughs, and heads towards the lunchroom.

He tries to shake it off, ignore his blushing cheeks and fluttering heart. Focus on his call, be professional, make sure his caller is safe until help arrives. Thankfully — for both him and his caller — they quickly arrive and get the kid to safety. He can wrap up the call, put himself on break, and finally, finally, head to the lunchroom where his thoughtful, hunky bastard of a boyfriend is waiting.

"What took you so long?" Sal jokes, brows furrowed as he watches Josh enter the room. Following his boyfriend with his eyes, hand gestured out to the side as if to say what gives? But Josh can see that he's laid their food out on the table in from of them. A coffee each, a burger and fries for Sal, and a fancy pasta salad for Josh.

Josh just rolls his eyes, and leans in to kiss his boyfriend, Sal meeting him halfway.

for @hellion-child 😘

#911 #911 abc #josh russo #sal deluca #saljosh #delrusso #My Writing #back on my rarepair bullshit 💜#im having sooo much fun w them #having fun w their banter lmao

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prettytoxicrevolver · 1 year ago

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Ice Skating | Juraj Slafkovský

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four times you go ice skating with Juraj and the one time you actually fall

Four

“Will you please tell me where we’re going?” you beg the young Slovak as he covers your eyes, weaving in and out of the crowd and leading you closer to your unknown destination.

“We’re almost there,” he promises and you roll your eyes but smile while he continues to lead you.

“Ready?” he asks, stopping the two of you and leaning close so you can hear him. You nod and when Juraj finally drops his hands, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips.

You stand at the edge of Rockefeller Center, the rink lit up by Christmas lights, a gorgeously decorated tree acting as a backdrop to the whole scene. You watch as families skate together, couples holding hands and exchanging soft lovelorn looks at each other. You turn to Juraj and he smiles sheepishly at you.

“Are we ice skating?” you ask, the location finally truly dawning on you.

“Uhm, yes?” he answers unsure.

“If I slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault,” you say, holding up an accusing finger towards your best friend.

“I’ve got you princezná. I won’t let you fall.”

Juraj leads you over to the counter and rents two pairs of skates. You grab a seat at the bench and Juraj laces his skates up. You pull yours on as well, attempting to pull the laces tight but ultimately failing. Juraj watches with soft heart filled eyes, adoration clear in his features.

“moja láska,” he murmurs and your eyes flicker over to him. “Do you need help?”

You nod shyly and Juraj smiles widely, bending down in front of you on one knee and pulling the laces tight. His hands work on their own accord, his mind wandering to a scene where he’s on one knee for a different reason, asking you a question and praying you say yes.

“Juraj?” you ask, waving a hand in front of his face and watching as he snaps himself out of the trance he’s in.

“All done,” he smiles, standing and offering his hand to you.

You take it, instantly wobbling awkwardly on the skates and the both of you share a shy smile. Juraj helps you over to the entrance of the rink and steps in with ease. He takes both your hands and helps you onto the rink where you look at him with fear filled eyes.

“I got you princezná,” he reminds you and you smile nervously.

You take a step and your heart flips, the unfamiliar territory scaring you more than it should. Juraj skates backwards with ease and you can’t help but admire the way he glides on the ice.

With your focus on him, you’re able to calm down and look around you at the New York City skyline. Your face lights up as you look at the perfectly decorated tree, the couples and families skating around you with smiles on their faces and laughter filling the air.

Juraj can’t help but think you look utterly ethereal.

“Think you can loosen your grip now?” Juraj jokes and when you look back towards him the glint in his eye makes your heart race.

Three

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Juraj asks, putting away the last dish and turning towards you.

“Not that I can think of. Why?”

“It’s family skate at the rink tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

Juraj’s question shocks you a bit. Family skate was usually the guys who are married and those with kids, sometimes the guys with their girlfriends or the guys just coming to stop by and say hi.

“But I’m not family?” is the only thing you can think to say at this moment and Juraj smiles like you’re missing the whole point of it.

“Princezná, you’re more important than family,” he murmurs and your eyes search his and find genuine love in them.

“I’ll be there.”

Juraj picks you up the next day and you head over to the Bell Centre for the family skate. He grabs you an extra pair of skates and is in the middle of tying them for you when Josh Anderson walks by.

“Don’t know how to tie your skates darling?” he jokes and when he stops near you you jokingly shove him away.

“Fuck off Andy,” you quip and you watch as both him and Juraj collapse into giggles.

Juraj finishes tying your skates and with a tap to your thigh you’re standing and wobbling awkwardly all over again. This time it’s a bit easier, you can at least walk towards the ice without too much help but when you’re on the ice, you’re clutching Juraj’s hands again like your life depends on it.

“(y/n)! I’ve lapped you three times in the past 2 minutes,” Kaiden calls out to you and you let go of Juraj to flip him off.

“Let’s go grandma!” Cole joins and you shoot him a glare.

“Ignore them,” Juraj reminds you and you smile as you look back over at him.

He starts to instruct you on how to push off and skate forward and you hang on his every word. He lets go of one of your hands and you carefully push off, gripping his hand tightly.

“You’re doing it!” Juraj cheers and your heart flushes at his praise.

Juraj’s teammates and their families watch the two youngsters with soft gazes, thinking the scene was adorable.

“Are they dating?” Josh’s girlfriend turns to ask and Josh smiles, shaking his head.

“Not yet,” he says, slightly rolling his eyes but happy to see you and Juraj so close.

Two

“Come on Jakey!!” you scream and Juraj laughs lightly next to you.

“Oh be quiet,” you joke, shoving him as you sit down.

Your little brother has been begging you to bring your famous hockey playing best friend (his words not yours) to one of his hockey games. You finally found a day where Juraj was free and Jake was playing a game and dragged your best friend along with you. Jake was playing well, but his team was still losing and with the final ring of the bell, the game ends 2-1.

“Come on,” you say, grabbing Juraj’s hand and pulling him along to the locker room.

You wait outside, greeting other teammates of your brother and their families, until your brother finally makes his way out. You look him over and see that he’s still wearing his skates but has changed out of the rest of his gear.

“Buddy, what are you doing?” you ask when Jake finally greets you and Juraj.

“Can we stay and skate?” he asks nervously and you can’t help the smile that grows on your lips.

“Of course.”

You and Juraj grab a pair of rental skates each before heading out on the ice. Juraj sticks by your side for the beginning before Jake pulls him away to ask for tips on his skating. You cling to one of the walls, watching as Juraj stands in front of your brother and explains his foot positioning. Jake listens patiently, something he wasnt always good at, and butterflies decide to kick up in your stomach at the sight of the two of them.

“Ready?” you hear Juraj ask and you watch as Jake nods and the two stand side by side.

Juraj counts down from three and one he hits one, the two of them rush off across the ice in an impressive blur of speed. You watch as Jake takes the advantage and you know deep down, Juraj is letting him win in their little race. Your smile grows even wider at the thought, Juraj purposefully letting the young boy win.

“Prekliatie, Jake you’re faster than me,” Juraj says, dropping his hands onto his knees and breathing heavily to show how “tired” he was.

“I think you should replace Juraj in the line up tomorrow Jakey,” you call and the two boys turn and smile at you.

Juraj grins, tossing a wink in your direction before heading off to skate with your younger brother again.

One

How and why your best friend decided to rent out an entire sports complex for her birthday party will continue to remain a mystery to you. She could have gone anywhere in Montreal but she decided on a place with ice skating, laser tag, arcades, golfing, bowling, and more for her party.

Naturally, you dragged Juraj with you, knowing that you would probably only know your best friend at this party and didn’t want to spend the time alone. The two of you got there early, greeting your best friend and her boyfriend at the entrance of the sports center.

“Happy birthday!!” you greet her excitedly, leaning forward to hug your best friend.

“Come on!” She says, dragging you into the building, Juraj and her boyfriend trailing behind. “I wanna go ice skating.”

The four of you grab rental skates and head out onto the ice together. Just like before, Juraj is slow and careful with you, helping you to skate around the rink. You make it a lap and a half in before you see your best friend exiting the rink with her boyfriend behind her.

“Hey!” you call out and she turns and smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry!” she yells back before rushing away.

You roll your eyes and turn back to Juraj with a look that says ‘can you believe her?’ and the younger boy just shrugs and smiles at you.

“Well, as long as we’re here,” you say, trying your best to slow down on the ice. “Wanna teach me how to stop?”

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asks and you lean forward, swatting at his arm.

“Of course I am!” you declare but quickly lose balance, reaching out for him and he chuckles as you regain your balance.

“Anyway,” you murmur and Juraj laughs lightly under his breath.

He turns on his skates, holding his hands out to you which you happily take and he smiles encouragingly at you.

“So, the way you stop is on your edges,” he explains, showing the sides of his skate and digging them into the ice so he stops moving.

“If you’re skating forward, you want to turn your body and push your outside leg out and lean.”

He takes a second to show you what he means, letting go and skating for a second before stopping on his edges. You nod when he pauses, committing his movements to memory.

“You try,” he tells you.

You take a nervous deep breath, skating forward a couple of inches before attempting to come to a stop before Juraj. Your legs however shake too much beneath you and you start to fall. Juraj is quicker, catching your arms and hauling you up into them.

“Sorry,” you murmur, looking up at him and it strikes you how close the two of you are.

“All good,” he replies, his arms coming to move around your waist.

Your eyes search his, heat blooming throughout your body and for a moment the two of you simply gaze at each other, uncertain what to do next.

“Are you two coming or what?”

You both turn to see your best friend waving you over and you sigh, thinking how close yet how far you were from making a move.

“Let’s go.”

And One

You swear it’s been weeks since you saw Juraj at your best friend’s birthday party. Therefore, you were ecstatic when he called and asked if you could pick him up from practice so the two of you could hang out afterwards. You show up a little later than practice ends, knowing Juraj’s tendency to stay late and work with one of the coaches while everyone has already left the ice.

You make your way through the back and up towards the tunnel, greeting those you see along the way. Just as you’re heading up to the bench, you pass Martin St. Louis and he greets you with a warm smile.

“Always good to see you darling,” he tells you and you smile shyly. “Juraj is still on the ice if you’re looking for him.”

You smile and thank him before walking up and out onto the bench. Marty is right, Juraj stands a few feet away from the goal, practicing shot after shot and you stand there for a moment and simply take in his form. His love for the game and determination to get better at it every day was one of the many reasons you had grown impossibly in love with him. He put 110% effort into everything he did and you admired that kind of work ethic in him.

“Looking good 20!” you yell out and Juraj turns around on the ice, grinning madly when he sees you standing at the bench.

“Sorry,” he says, skating over to you. “Pretty sure this is a closed practice.”

“Come on. Grab some skates and get out here.”

“Juraj,” you whine and he turns those big brown eyes towards you. The ones that are impossible to say no to.

“5 minutes? Please? Just wanna spend some time with you on the ice,” he murmurs.

You sigh quietly and Juraj instantly tells you where to grab some extra skates. Your heart pounds as you replay his words in your head. You can’t help the smile that crops up on your lips as he ties your skates and helps you out onto the ice. Somehow, Juraj was always taking care of you, a trait you so loved about him and prayed stayed with him.

As always, Juraj starts off with holding your hands making sure you’re comfortable first before letting go and skating by your side with practiced ease. The two of you exchange small talk as you skate and Juraj’s heart fills with pride realizing he was the one who taught you how to skate. The one who has made sure you won’t fall. The one you’ve trusted.

He moves to skate backwards in front of you, grinning like he has just won the lottery.

“What?” you ask, his gaze making you flustered.

“You’re doing amazing,” he compliments and your body flushes in warmth at his praise.

“Well thank you,” you say and just as you’re about to add on that it’s all thanks to him, your skate hits a rough patch of ice.

You instantly lose your balance, a small shriek escaping your lips as you fall forward. Your hands instantly reach out for him and Juraj is quick to react, catching you and hauling you up into him like he did so many weeks ago.

He forces the two of you to a stop, your hands coming to rest feebly against his chest while his arms stay wrapped around your waist. You look up, a sheepish smile on your face as Juraj sports a self righteous grin on his face that makes you laugh.

“Spoke too soon, huh?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Oh shut up,” you murmur.

“Gladly,” he hums.

He leans down and finally connects the two of you, lips molding in perfect unison as you press against each other on the cold ice. You’re thankful for the grip Juraj has on you because your knees are suddenly weakened by his lips on yours. You break apart for air and Juraj grins down at you and you take a deep breath to control the happy laughter that wants to break free from you.

“Wanna keep skating?” he asks and you shake your head.

“No, I think it’s time for us to head home.”

“Whatever you say moja láska,” he says, kissing the side of your head and leading the two of you off the ice.

#juraj salfkovsky x you #juraj slafkovsky x reader #juraj slafkovsky fic #juraj slafkovsky imagine #montreal canadiens x reader #montreal canadiens fic #montreal canadiens imagine #prettytoxicrevolver fic

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satansapostle6 · 1 year ago

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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Smut. Oral(F receiving). Fingering. Praise kink. Slight degradation. Slight choking.

(Minors DNI.)

Part Eight: Gift Exchange

“Are you sure you wanna go to my house? Not, like, a Taco Bell parking lot, or Guantanamo Bay, or something?” Josh asked hopefully for the umpteenth time even after they had arrived. “You really don’t have to meet my parents on the first date.”

“I’m sure, Josh,” Brynne laughed as they got out of the car. “Besides. I like meeting people’s parents. Especially when they’re nice.”

“You say that, until they start trying to convince you to move in.”

“If they show me your baby pictures, I’ll rent a U-Haul.”

“Oh, God,” Josh sighed, dreading the interaction as he unlocked the front door.

Josh opened the door for Brynne, as the two of them entered the house to find that the Futturmans were hosting a small get-together, which Josh had completely forgot about until now. Everyone was looking at them; Josh’s parents, the neighbors, and Josh’s Uncle Barry.

“Hey, Joshy!” Diane got up to greet him, as Gabe followed her. “Is this the famous Dr. Brynne?!”

“Mom!” Josh complained, mortified.

“Hi,” Brynne smiled, shaking both of their hands.

“Welcome, Brynne,” Gabe Futturman smiled warmly, “Nice to meet you! You’re always welcome at the Futturman house.”

“Thank you,” she smiled warmly. “It’s so nice to meet you. Josh has told me so much about you,” she teased him.

“All good, I hope?” Gabe chuckled.

“Yeah!” she lied.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful!” Diane exclaimed, “Could I get a picture of the two of you later?”

“Mom!” Josh gasped.

“Yeah, sure!” Brynne nodded.

“Come meet everyone, Brynne,” she led them over to the guests, “I’ve been telling them all about you!”

“I’m so sorry,” Josh whispered to her.

She just laughed as his parents led them into the living room.

“Everyone, this is Josh’s date, Dr. Brynne Johansson,” Gabe introduced her. “She’s the head of the research department at Kronish Labs.”

Josh was horrified at his parents’ lack of subtlety.

“Hi, happy holidays,” Brynne waved to everyone.

“Awooga,” Josh’s newly divorced uncle, Barry, stared at her.

Josh made a face, disgusted by the behavior.

“Just a warning about Uncle Barry,” he whispered, “You’re gonna want to avoid him right about… two whiskeys ago.”

“Duly noted,” Brynne murmured as they sat down, joining the party.

“Brynne, these are our neighbors, Melinda and Julius Seneca,” Gabe introduced the couple as they waved kindly. “And this is Josh’s uncle, my brother, Barry.”

“Well. How you doing?” Barry slurred as he jumped up to shake her hand.

“Uh…” Brynne looked to Josh for help as he mouthed a hasty apology. “I’m good,” she grimaced as she gave him her hand.

Josh watched in horror as his Uncle Barry took her hand, raising it up to his lips to kiss it, mouth still open.

“Oh,” she smiled, trying her hardest to be polite for Josh’s sake. “I take it you had a Philly cheesesteak for lunch?”

The bald man chuckled deeply, eyes still locked on Brynne.

“Barry,” Josh’s father sighed at his brother,

“What?” the drunk man asked defensively.

“Leave Josh’s girlfriend alone,” his mother chimed in.

“Mom! Oh my God!” Josh complained, at a loss for words.

“What?” she questioned.

“Come on, you two. Have a seat,” Gabe smiled invitingly.

Josh tried to cover his look of distress with an attentive smile.

“So, how did you and Josh meet?” the neighbor, Melinda Seneca, asked curiously.

“Oh, it’s not that interesting,” Josh assured her with a chuckle.

He looked to Brynne, gauging her expression off the look on her face to make sure that she was okay, which he had now made a habit of doing.

“We just met at work.”

“Yeah, so Brynne, I hear you’re a doctor?” Julius asked.

“A doctor of science, yes,” Brynne clarified.

“Really? At your age?” his ears practically perked up.

“Julius,” his wife laughed, embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay,” she gestured, “I got my PhD when I was twenty-three.”

“Wow. That’s impressive,” the man nodded. “You just be some kind of genius.”

“Not really,” Brynne laughed.

“No, she is,” Josh insisted with a grin, kindly resting his hand on her back, “She’s the head of the research department at Kronish Labs,” he said proudly.

“Wow,” Melinda smiled.

“Then what’s she doing with a janitor?” Barry asked from the corner with a mouth full.

Everyone slowly looked at him in horror, as Josh swallowed awkwardly.

“Barry!” Gabe said, aghast.

Josh’s parents looked at one another awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the situation. The Senecas seemed equally uncomfortable.

“You apologize to Josh right now!” his father yelled.

“No, Dad, it’s okay,” Josh avoided his gaze.

“No, it’s not. You don’t talk to family like that,” his father insisted.

Brynne looked at Josh sadly, seeing the way the comment affected him.

“Hey,” she whispered, taking his hand.

Josh looked up at her in surprise, touched by the gesture.

“We don’t have to stay down here if you don’t want to,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Josh said quietly, clearing his throat as they stood. “Mom. Dad. We’re going upstairs.”

“Joshy,” his mother said as she stood, feeling sorry for him.

“It’s okay, Mom. We’ll come down in a little bit,” Josh told them, turning to the neighbors, “See you guys later.”

He took Brynne’s hand as the two of them walked up the stairs together, heading up to Josh’s room as he closed the door, sighing as he flopped onto his bed, sitting with his face in his hands.

“Hey. You okay?” Brynne asked, sitting beside him.

“Yeah,” he sighed, stopping to look at her, “I’m fine. I just… needed a break.”

“I guess we’re both having the same kinda night,” she pointed out, earning a small smile.

“Brynne?” Josh said finally.

“Yeah?”

He sat up straight, just staring right at her.

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop,” she chuckled, only half meaning it.

“No, really. I just had one of those… moments. You know?” he asked.

“What kind of moments?”

“I don’t know,” he thought, “Just one of those kind of things where you’re just feeling like shit, and then you stop, and you look at something… Like a butterfly outside, or a kid laughing, and you just… You realize the beauty in things. I saw it. In you.”

She smiled as she caressed his face with her thumb. “You’re very, very adorable,” she told him. “And I like you. More than I’ve ever liked anyone after knowing them only this long.”

“That… That makes me really happy,” he allowed himself a smile. “Are you happy?”

“Yeah, I think I am,” Brynne chuckled softly.

“Good. I like making people happy,” Josh nodded.

“I’ll make you happy,” she told him, resting a hand on his thigh as she leaned in, pausing for a moment.

Josh froze, looking her in the eye, too afraid to move. He thought he might spook her, like a deer in headlights. But her resolve seemed to be strengthening. Taking the bewildered expression on his face for an enthusiastic ‘yes’, she pressed a kiss to his lips, the two of them existing purely in the moment.

Brynne threw her arms around his neck, losing her hands in Josh’s hair as he sighed with contentment. He tentatively pulled her closer to him, gaining confidence as she allowed him to hold above her waist.

It was a beautiful kiss, exactly what Josh had imagined. The kiss was deep, but not inherently making out. It was sweet, but not one-dimensional, and charged, but not dirty. Josh knew it was the kind of kiss that only existed in books and movies. He felt as if this right here could’ve been his happily ever after.

Regretfully, he pulled away, looking her in the eyes just to double check that she was enjoying it.

“I like you so much,” he breathed, looking at her in the most precious manner.

He was adorable like a puppy, looking up at its master for approval. Brynne realized he truly did just look happy to be there.

“Joshy!”

Josh nearly jumped up at the interruption, his mom opening the door with a plate made up of charcuterie items.

“Mom! What the hell!” Josh exclaimed, as Brynne just sat there awkwardly, offering her a smile.

“I just came up to bring you guys some snacks,” Diane Futturman said, politely leaving the plate on Josh’s desk. “I thought you might be hungry, after that fancy party, you know how they always just serve finger food...”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mom! What the fuck! Please knock next time!” Josh cried in embarrassment. “We’re trying to talk!”

Brynne studied him, trying to determine whether or not he was okay.

“Okay, okay, honey, I’m sorry,” she apologized, hurrying out of the room to leave them be.

Josh looked incredibly guilty after realizing what he’d done.

“Oh, God,” he sighed, returning to his sulking on the bed. “Fuck… I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Fuck!”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Brynne agreed. “But you can just tell her that. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“I guess,” Josh murmured, not seeming comforted. “I just… Never thought I’d be one of those assholes that yells at their mom.”

“So why did you become one of those assholes?” Brynne Johansson asked helpfully.

“I don’t know, I just panicked,” he groaned. “I just… We were having such a nice moment, and I was afraid that ruined it. Like you thought me living with my parents was weird, and you never wanted to see me again.”

“I’d be a pretty shitty date if I did,” she pointed out. “I definitely am not the kind of person who’d be bothered by that.”

“No, I know you’re not,” Josh sighed. “I just… Fuck, I just wanted everything to be perfect.”

“I know,” she nodded, “But did you ever stop to think that maybe, at the moment, everything is?”

That was more than enough for Josh to allow himself to enjoy the rest of the night.

“Why don’t we start over?” Brynne suggested, trying to put him at ease.

“Yeah, starting over… That’s a good idea,” Josh nodded. “What, what do you wanna talk about?” he asked.

“Why don’t you give me a tour of your room?” she asked him, standing up to look around. “I’ve always wondered what it looks like.”

“Really?” Josh nearly shouted in excitement, quickly realizing he sounded like an excited eleven year-old boy as he cleared his throat. “…Really?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, slowly tracing the shelves with her finger. “What’s this stuff? It looks cool.”

This, naturally, launched into a ten minute spiel by Josh about all the different collectibles and other valuable items he owned. As he spoke, his eyes would light up and his mouth would curl upwards in an endearing smile. Brynne could see just how adorably passionate Josh was, and how truly excited he was to actually have someone who genuinely wanted to listen to what he had to say. It only made her want him more.

Brynne gladly allowed Josh to show her every nook and cranny of his room, and explain every item that inhabited it, taking it all in with pleasure. It must’ve been thirty minutes before he came to a conclusion, but she definitely didn’t mind. As Josh took a moment to rearrange the things displayed on his desk, Brynne observed the way he fearfully kept his eyes on the desk as he bent down, trying his best not to stare up at her.

Observing him, Brynne thought it would be best if she took the initiative herself.

“This is where I keep all the old stuff,” Jost explained as he organized the drawer under his desk.

“What’s that?” Brynne asked, easily maneuvering her zipper.

“What’s what?” Josh asked distractedly, still concentrated on his desk.

“What’s that? On the floor, behind you?” she asked him.

Josh frowned, not sure off the top of his head what she was referring to as he turned around, kneeling on the ground and looking at what had been behind him. He didn’t recognize the object at first.

“Wait, what is that?” he asked himself out loud, picking it up, “Is that…?”

He very slowly looked petrified with eyes wide like saucers when he saw her.

“Oh. It’s… It’s your dress,” he said in a panic, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He looked up at her from where he was kneeling on the floor, unable to speak.

“Is this okay?” she asked calmly.

“More than okay,” Josh looked her up and down hungrily, “Hachi…”

“If you say ‘machi’…” she warned.

“Sorry,” he apologized hastily, “Sorry. It’s just… you’re not wearing a bra. Or underwear,” he thought out loud.

Josh was stunned, to say the least. Not only was this beyond what he would’ve imagined, it was also like something right out of his imagination. A small part of him still thought he might be dreaming, or hallucinating from inhaling too many cleaning products at work.

“Wow,” he stared, barely able to process. “You… You’re a goddess,” he spoke softly as his eyes savored every inch of her body.

“When does the worship part come in?” she wondered with a grin.

“Right fucking now,” he gasped, desperately grabbing at her thighs.

His hands squeezed her thighs as he knelt in front of her, face buried between them as he silently wished for this to never end. Josh happily nipped at her thighs with eager, scattered kisses, sighing into her soft skin as he indulged in her. Even where he was, her skin smelled like the heaven he’d first experienced when she got into his car.

He pressed excited little kisses all over her skin, never tiring of it at all.

“I could die right now,” Josh sighed, voice breathy with ecstasy.

“Maybe we don’t have to die to know what paradise is like,” she remarked.

“Maybe not. But just in case, I know exactly what I want my last meal to be.”

Josh looked up at her, eyes wide with a strange innocence as he silently begged and pleaded with her to take control. Brynne sat down on the bed behind her, leaning back as she crossed one of her legs over the other. Before he could stop himself, Josh threw himself on the ground in front of her black high heels, which were still on her feet. This, he thought, made everything even better.

Josh whined impatiently as he sloppily placed his kisses all the way up her body, from her ankles, to her calves, to her thighs, to right above her navel. Everywhere but the one place he really wanted to be.

Observing him happily, Brynne softly brushed her hand over his hair, watching him look up at her as he moaned impatiently.

“Please, Brynne, please, please, please,” he begged her.

“What?” she asked somewhat teasingly. “What do you want?”

“Please, can I, please… I really wanna eat your pussy,” he pleaded, his voice thick with an irresistible whiny quality, “Can I, please?”

Brynne raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“That’s what you want?”

“Oh, more than anything!” he begged her with his hands resting on her thighs. “I’ll do anything! Please, Brynne, please… I wanna make you feel good.”

He looked like a starved man, hungry for anything at all.

“You really want to?” she asked him.

“Yes, please, I’ve never done this before,” he confided, “I mean… I’ve done this, but not that,” he explained himself.

“Go ahead,” Brynne murmured, amused as she played with his hair.

He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was really about to eat Brynne Johansson’s pussy. Beyond pleased with her approval, Josh excitedly parted her legs, kissing the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he closed his eyes, savoring every moment of it. She sat back, watching him as he teased, caressing and squeezing her thick, pillowy thighs as his kisses slowly became more wet and more aggressive.

Finding it made things even easier, Josh rested her knees on his shoulders as he dove in, liking the feeling of her thighs closing in around his head in pleasure.

“Please,” Josh begged her, “Just fucking suffocate me.”

Brynne felt she could only oblige as he got tantalizingly close to where he needed to be, suckling on her lower stomach right before he pressed a hard kiss right against her clit, locating it with impressive ease. The feeling was surprising and tingly as he made contact with the bundle of nerves for the first time. Brynne roughly grabbed a handful of his brown hair, signaling to him that he’d done a good job as he groaned.

“That feels so nice, Josh,” she cooed, her voice alone enough to make him finish as he instinctively rutted into the bed.

“Fuck,” he gasped, looking her right in the eyes.

“You wanna do a good job for me?” she asked him.

“Yes, please,” he moaned, “Please… Let me be a good boy for you, I’ll do anything. Whatever you want,” nodded vigorously.

She closed her legs around him as he sloppily licked up and down the sensitive area, maximizing her pleasure as he began to gently tease the opening with his middle finger. Brynne sighed with relief as he finally closed his mouth around her clit again, sucking relentlessly as he stared up at her, his eyelids heavy with pleasure. He was about as pussy drunk as he could get.

She pulled him in by the hair, forcibly holding him there as he sucked on her clit with sleepy eyes.

“You’re such a good boy for me, Joshy,” she gasped in excitement.

Josh could’ve passed away from how lucky he felt. He’d never even been able to imagine himself in this position, or imagine her in this position, come to think of it.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he hummed against her center. “I’d do anything for you. You’re a princess. Fuck, please come on my face,” he insisted.

“You’re so desperate for me, it’s so fucking hot.”

Brynne held him close to her as she threw her head back, gasping aloud as he inserted his finger. The way he dragged his finger downward as he entered her made her feel even more full. She laughed softly as he instinctively continued doing the same thing, dragging his fingers downward as he shamelessly ate her out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” she hissed.

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m your good boy!” he nodded, tongue flicking against her clit as he desperately played with her g-spot. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, I don’t deserve this! I’ll be your good boy! I’m your good little boy!”

Josh continued to stare up at her as he licked up and down in slow, torturous stripes, curling his fingers inside of her.

“You’re mine,” she sighed, beginning to choke him with her thighs.

“That’s right, I’m your good boy!” he whined into her. “You can do whatever you want to me! I’ll love it!” he promised.

“Such a good little boy, fuck,” she murmured, feeling herself getting close to a climax as her hand moved from his hair to around his throat, “You’re my good little slut.”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes,” Josh moaned loudly as he sucked, ecstatic at the feeling of her hand wrapped around his throat, “I’m your slut! I’m your little slut, all yours!”

Brynne tightened her grip on his throat, watching him as his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head.

“Fuck,” he lapped his tongue against her hungrily, “Come on my face! Please come on my face! Come all over my tongue!” he whined.

“You’re such a dirty little slut. Such a good little slut,” she breathed.

Slowly, she came to a finish, watching him grow excited as she grew even wetter.

“Good boy,” Brynne laughed, watching him in disbelief as he lapped it all up, enjoying every second of it.

He was high on her praise, forgetting the idea of shame entirely as he cleaned her up completely, not leaving a single drop. He looked up at her, eyes widened. He sighed exhaustedly, his eyes growing heavy as he was finally satisfied with himself.

“Did I do a good job?” Josh asked hopefully.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Nine

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teewritessmth · 1 year ago

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#Instagram Au (19)

(Niko Omilana x f! reader)

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y/n.y/l/n trolled the White House today 🤭🤭

chunkz what.....

ajshabeel no call, no text, no nothing and we get to know your next vid thru an insta post?!?!?

jidion you two are the craziest couple I fucking know

stinker what the fuck y/n?

--- stinker lowkey can't wait for the new vid tho 😭

--- haiiyen only y/n and Niko can have these mental ideas

ksi no amount it knowledge, strength and integrity could've prepared me for this upload

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nikoomilana 10 years with this beauty, the only woman who'd sing the most cringey songs with me, start a random rap battle and steal all my NDL merch. Love you to the highest @y/n.y/l/n

zerkaa project josh

--- behzingagram NAHHH

ajshabeel leaders of the NDL

taliamar POP THE QUESTION ALREADY

--- tayone he might be following in Josh's footsteps

dylanisjoking 😭😭

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nikoomilana guess what I did :)

faithlouisak I just KNOW he proposed

vikkstagram I hear wedding bells

chunkz finally, man got himself together

taliamar oh goodness 😭😭

--- miniminter my god babe 😹❤

jjfan soap opera ahh comment section

#betasquad #niko omilana #sharky #chunkz #king kenny #ajshabeel #betasquad x reader #niko omilana x reader #sharky x reader #chunkz x reader #aj shabeel #king kenny x reader #uk youtubers #ukyt #betasquad smau #smau #niko omilana x you

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w2soneshots · 1 year ago

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Daddy -W2S

words: 0.5k+

warnings: light smut.

summary: the sidemen boys and their girlfriends meet yours and Harry’s new baby.

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y/username: 6 months already🥹🤍 @wrotoshaw

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taliamar: I cant your all so cute😭

faithlouisak: beautiful mama

-> y/username: ❤️

behzingagram: big daddy bog!

ksi: 💜💜

user23867591: your both great parents

Me and Harry became parents to the most beautiful baby girl named Belle 6 months ago. Today she's officially meeting all of the boys. She has met a few of them before but they haven't been in the same room together for ages plus newborn babies don't really do much other than eat, sleep and shit. But now she crawls, tries to communicate words and loves to interact with people. So they're all coming over to our home (including the girls of course and Olive who Belle loves) and will be here any minute now.

The doorbell rang so I lifted myself up from the couch and placed Belle on my hip. "Hey, come in!" I said to Josh, Freya, Simon and Talia who were stood at the door. Harry came from behind me and did his little bro handshakes with the boys while the girls fussed over Belle. Soon Vik turned up, then JJ along with Tobi and finally Ethan, Faith and Olive. They all slowly took their turns saying hello to Belle then went to sit on the couch with everyone else. "Can I hold her?" JJ asked. "Of course!" I replied and placed Belle on his lap. She giggled and grabbed at his hoodie. "aww, she's so cute!" he whispered in a high pitched voice. "This is making me want one." he said and we laughed.

Once everyone had their turn holding her, I put her down so she could play with Olive and we all sat and chatted.

ksi just posted a new story!

They all left after a few hours since it was Belle's bedtime. "Come on baby." I said lifting her up and holding her tight. "shhh, go to sleep, shh, night night." I whispered. Once she finally fell asleep I quickly tip toed out of the room. I sighed as I walked into the living room where Harry was sat. "She's asleep." I said plonking myself next to him. "You're such an amazing mum." Harry said. I turned my head to look at him and a smile spread across my face. "I love you so much." He smiled and pulled me onto his lap, placing his hands on my ass. I kissed him and soon we were fully making out on the couch.

Harry squeezed my ass making me moan into the kiss. He moved his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted him and myself off of the couch. Now standing he walked towards the bedroom all while not breaking the kiss (surprised he didn't bang into anything). He closed the door behind us and dropped me onto the bed. I lay there whilst he began removing his clothes leaving him in only his boxers. I lay there breathing heavily as he crawled on top of me. He slowly pulled my shirt off then moved down to remove my leggings. A small smirk spread across his face when he saw the little black thong I was wearing underneath. I sighed having had enough off waiting "fuck me Harry."

#fanfic #image #oneshot #sidemen #harry lewis #harry w2s #w2s #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s fic #wrotoshaw #instagram #smut

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chromatic-lamina · 8 months ago

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ももも

Chapter 1117 Spoilers

Ahhh. I'm quivering. We don't get Law, but we get!

Bepo and Bepo is thinking about Captain (so he's not dead, and neither is Bepo...All patched up with his little bandage). Not too distraught, so I'm trusting the Hearts are okay, AND

Will of D. <3

The scans say that the Japanese ends with mo (も), which can be a conjunction similar to 'and' (or is it a particle? I don't know). BUT, could also be the beginning of a name or noun (Momonosuke). Or extra thing (more...)

BUT, it's interesting that all are named or shown, bar Law. Bepo of course is a representative, but where is Law? Also, I don't think the navy knows about Law's status (so I don't know if Vegapunk did), BUT intriguing. Where is Jaguar D. Saul? (maybe Oda forgot him, or there will be another reveal).

Honorable mention to this D. too!

Vivi! Shown, but not named. (Interesting that the Wiki lists her as a D. by the way, but not Law's family. I think it's an oversight for Law).

Ah, Robin and Law must be champing at the bit. I'm hoping Law's not part of SWORD, but I'll roll with it if he is (just looking at those backgrounds). Bepo's is similar to the marines featured. Also, I hope that Law's listening in!

Ay-oop! look who washed up on the soar! Heh-heh. Shore. Our favourite ancient zoan, Drake. So, he saved Garp and Co? I wasn't sure which Captain Kujaku was referring to here (below)).

It doesn't seem very Garp-like to want space. I am betting that Hibari is Akainu's granddaughter rather than daughter in the way that Kujaku is Tsuru's granddaughter, and Luffy is Garp's grandson, because it makes sense (generation-wise), and ties into the "It's our turn to step up" line from Kujaku. Interesting!

Anyway, just popping in to drop a bit of excitement. It seems the iron giant got blitzed, but I'd say it's its own form of ancient weapon, so it might not be over and out yet. I wanted to repost what Sandman said on Twitter last week, and which I also thought:

The Japanese has 'tanoshimi' (enjoy, fun, etc.) in quotation marks, which strikes me as maybe Rayleigh being sarcastic. For example, what knowledge has the older generation withheld from the younger? and is that withholding a benefit to them, or does it just make it that much harder for them to find the truth? (and increase their chances of being in danger?)

Speaking of which, do you think Rayleigh will survive? Does he know too much? Knowing Oda, he will, but it's curious that there are remnants of the crew out there with all the answers that others are seeking.

Of course, the true history and Will of D. and One Piece are not necessarily of equal weight, but man, Oda's not discounting any of them either!

Just rambling. Also, link to Sandman's post.

OOH, I almost forgot. Talk about gritty characters (even if they're made of smoke)

Smoker!!! It's been too long. Good to see ya'! (where there's Smoke there's Law...maybe? Heh-heh. Just joshing. They look good together, though).

Another also bit! It's way at the end of my post but at the beginning of the manga: Pearl's look has always reminded me of the Pearl Diving bells (or the helmets divers wore), so I think it's clever of Oda to place him at the section where they're talking about exploring below the sea.

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year ago

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wrong - jey uso

jey uso x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k words

warnings: implied/almost smut, cheating, angst, unhealthy relationship, reader x roman, scripted violence, language, roman’s a dick, kinda blurs kayfabe and real life

october 5th 2020 - hell in a cell

you hated this. you hated everything about this. you hated watching you boyfriend and his cousin, one of your best friends, almost kill eachother in a steel cage - and for what? to win a championship belt? to win the never ending ego battle that was working with roman? officials had run into the ring, trying to stop the carnage, but backed away as roman threw a tantrum, tossing the steel steps into the ring. jey was down on the mat, flat on his back as roman stood over him, steel steps in hand as he held them high above his head, spitting more egotistical bullshit at his younger cousin. you and roman had been together for nearly two years, and to say he was a different person than the man you had fallen in love with would be an understatement. jimmy and jey had become your closest friends, which made the current state of things between the three of them difficult for you. you always had to side with roman, you had to be in his corner, even when he was in the wrong; which lately, you felt had been most of the time.

you had been so distracted by what had been happening in the ring that you hadn’t seen jimmy run past you and down to the steel cage, pleading with roman to stop. you knew it would cause more trouble, but you ran after the older twin, hearing him beg for roman to put down the steps.

“that’s josh, fool!” jimmy yelled, checking over his younger brother. “you know who we are! what is wrong with you huh?” you realized how real it had become for the twins, and you couldn’t imagine how jimmy felt watching the match. to your disbelief, tears formed in roman’s eyes, and he tossed the steps to the side. he sank down to the mat, holding his head in his hands. “whatever you’re going through man, we can fix this!”

“i don’t know who i am anymore,” roman said, his voice shaky as he cried, and your heart broke. maybe the man you loved was still in there somewhere.

“no more of this,” jimmy pleaded, reaching a hand out to roman, who took it in his, resting his forehead against jimmy’s. “i love you uce.”

“i love you too,” roman replied, before pulling jimmy over jeys nearly unconscious form and into a head lock.

“no!” you yelled; the last shred of hope you had for roman to come to his senses fizzling out like a bucket of water poured on a match. jimmy desperately tried to shake jey awake, yelling in pain as the younger uso finally stirred.

“let him go!” jey yelled once he saw what was happening, and tears fell down your face. “let him go! i quit!” he yelled, the words needed to end the match. he repeated them over and over until the bell rang, and roman finally let go of jimmy. you pushed past the officials and got in the ring, immediately checking on jey.

“that’s cute,” roman taunted, standing up, and you glared up at him. there was a fire in your eyes that would’ve scared any normal man. “aren’t you gonna check on me? you gonna ask if i’m okay, sweetheart?” he asked, holding his arms out. you stood up and pushed him backwards, your hands hitting his chest hard.

“i should ask you who you are!” you spat, “because i sure as hell don’t recognize the man standing in front of me right now.” you became even more angry when he just laughed in response, before his expression turned dark.

“i am your tribal chief, and you will acknowledge me; just like he will,” he said, kicking jeys leg hard. you brought your hand up to slap him across the face, but he caught your wrist, and looked down at jey.

“hey jey, keep your bitch in line,” his words cut like a knife, and you pulled your arm from his grasp, kneeling down beside jey who was now sitting up. he stared daggers at roman, who took his championship belt from paul heyman, and walked out of the cell.

“get.. get john,” jey breathed, asking you to check on his older twin. officials were already tending to him and had him sitting upright when you looked over, and he nodded softly at you, giving you a thumbs up.

“he’s okay,” you said, as you placed a hand on jeys chest, helping steady him as he tried to catch his breath. “are you okay?” you held the side of his face gently, checking for visible injuries and he nodded, leaning into your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him.

“i’m good,” he assured you. “i’m gonna kill him.”

“not today,” you said, helping him stand up, one of the officials helping you get him to his feet.

“when i see him-“ he said, ignoring what you had said.

“jey, slow down,” you pleaded as he tried to go after roman, who had disappeared backstage. you stood in front of him, blocking his line of sight from seeing where roman had went and making him look at you instead, your hands holding either side of his face softly. “look at me. it’s not worth it.”

“like hell i’m gonna let him talk to you like that,” he yelled in the direction your boyfriend had gone.

“and i appreciate that, but you can barely stand right now. not today.” you repeated, and he nodded, sniffling angrily. “just breathe, okay? for me?” he nodded again, and let the officials help him out of the ring. you sighed heavily, wiping the tears from your eyes as more people got jimmy to his feet.

“thank you,” you said to jimmy. “i’m scared he would have never quit if you hadn’t gotten involved. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, and jimmy nodded. he was okay to walk on his own, adjusting his neck as he walked up to you and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“we good. you a’ight?” he asked, and you took a deep breath.

“yeah, i’ll be fine. i’m more worried about jey,” you admitted. “i’m scared he’s gonna do something stupid.”

“it ain’t your job to stop him,” jimmy shrugged, walking out of the ring. he had brushed it off, but you could tell by his face that he was worried too.

•••

you were asleep in bed when you felt the bed dip behind you, followed by arms wrapping around your waist.

“i thought i told you stay away from me,” you snapped. you and roman had gotten into a huge argument when you got back to your shared hotel room, and you had told him to find somewhere else to sleep for the night; or you would. you pulled yourself free of his grasp, and sat up, only to see that it wasn’t roman; it was jey. “what are you doing here?” you asked, as more questions ran through your head, like how did he get into your room. he was silent for a few seconds, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, before he answered.

“i wanted to check on you,” he said, and while your believed him, it seemed like there was more too it than that.

“in the middle of the night? jey are you crazy? what if roman had been here?” you asked, pushing his chest lightly. he scratched the back of his head, his cropped shirt rising up to expose his abs. you looked away, playing with your fingers in your lap.

“i guess that was a chance i was willing to take,” he sighed.

“jey he would’ve killed you if you showed up and he was here.”

“then i guess it’s a good thing he ain’t here. where is he?”

“i don’t know. i told him to leave or i would.”

“are you guys still…” he trailed off.

“i don’t know. we didn’t talk about that,” you admitted, and he gave you a funny look.

“what did you talk about?” he asked, and you sighed.

“does it matter? it was a screaming match, jey, and then i told him to get out. we both said some really nasty things to eachother.”

“so why do you stay with him?” he asked, and your eyes filled with tears.

“i don’t know. when i look at him it’s like i’m staring at a stranger,” you looked down at your lap again. “we talked about you a lot,” you admitted. jey’s eyebrows went up, and he waited for you to continue. “roman thinks i care about you more than i care about him.”

“roman needs to worry about him not caring about you enough,” jey argued. “does he treat you like that all the time?” he asked, referring to the incident in the ring.

“no, but it’s not the first time it’s happened either,” you sighed.

“that ain’t right,” jey shook his head. “he ain’t get to talk to you like that.”

“you think i don’t know that?” you snapped. “what does it matter to you?”

“i think you needa stop waiting for the old roman to come back. because he ain’t coming back,” jey warned, but never raised his voice at you. you sighed, knowing that he was right even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“what are you doing here, jey?” you asked quietly.

“i told you, i came to check on you-“

“you could’ve called or texted for that, there’s something else,” you pushed.

“maybe i just needed my best friend,” he admitted, and your heart ached.

“fine,” you sighed, laying back down, facing away from him. “come here.”

“don’t do that, don’t shut me out. you’re pushing me away,” he put a hand on your shoulder. you rolled over to look at him.

“jey, i’m still with roman.”

“do you still love him?” he asked, and you stared up at the ceiling, quiet for a while before you answered.

“no.”

he didn’t say anything, but laid down, pulling your back against his chest again, and you let him. you battled with the thoughts in your head, before you rolled over, wrapping your arms around jey and burying your face in his chest.

“jey…” you warned, as his hand trailed up the side of your thigh. you looked at him, and before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply. instinctively, you kissed back, before pushing him off of you.

you stared at him with wide eyes, the kiss taking your breath away as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened. jey pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for you to say something, each second going by painfully slow. he was relieved when you kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair as his hands slid across any part of your body he could reach. his tongue slid past your lips, moving with your as he flipped you over so you were underneath him.

you moaned as he rolled his hips against yours, and you tugged at his hair, his hands sliding down your sides, and then pulled your hips upwards to meet his. you dragged your nails down his back, before bringing your hands around to the front of his pants, palming his length through his joggers.

“fuck, do that again,” he said, kissing down your neck as you did what he said. he rutted his hips against your hand and you slipped your fingers past his boxers. your hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down, and he bit down on your collarbone, moaning softly.

“jey,” you mused as he trailed kisses up to your lips again. your free hand tangled in his chain that dangled from his neck as he stared down at you.

“you know i’d do anything for you, right?” he asked, kissing you softly. “what do you need baby?”

“i need you,” you pleaded, and he nearly shivered when you said the words, your touch still driving him crazy. you pulled him down by his chain to kiss you again, and he tugged at your bottom with his teeth before smiling at you.

“are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded.

“please just fuck me.”

“how can i say no to that?” he smirked, kissing you again as his hands started to slide off your clothes.

•••

you woke up still tangled under the sheets with jey, and you smiled to yourself, gently tracing the intricate patterns of his tattoos with your finger. there were scratch marks down his back, and you felt a little bad looking at them, but remembered the hickeys that surely covered your chest, and decided you were even. thankfully jey had been careful, and you would be able to hide them easily enough with a t-shirt. jey stirred awake a few minutes later, his pretty brown eyes fluttering open to look at you. he pulled you closer, kissing you softly, and you giggled.

“good morning,” you hummed.

“good morning,” he replied, kissing you again. “are we good?”

“we’re good,” you assured him. “but roman can’t know about this; not yet.”

“are you gonna end things with him?”

“yes. i just…. i don’t know when. right now i think it would make things worse for everyone.”

“so fucking me behind his back is better?” jey asked, a joking tone in his voice.

“jey… you know i care about you; a lot. don’t think i’m using you -“ he interrupted you with a kiss.

“i know, you’re right. but if we don’t want him to find out we should get out of here,” he said, and you laughed. you kissed him deeply again, and he held you tight, like you would disappear if he let go.

“do we tell jimmy?” he asked, as you both got up and started getting dressed.

“i think he’s gonna figure it out. do you think i could travel with you guys and trinity?” you asked, pulling on your shirt.

“of course you can. if you think i’m letting you out of my sight you-“ it was your turn to shut him up with a kiss, and his hands landed on your hips, pulling you close. you kissed him deeply, before stepping back.

“thank you. i’ll pack my bag and meet you at your room?” you asked, and he nodded, kissing you one more time before throwing his jacket on and walking out of the hotel room. you sighed, trying to wrap your head around the last twelve hours, and a smile crossed your face as your eyes landed on the bedsheets tangled at the end of the bed. you packed your bag, throwing everything of yours into your suitcase as quickly as you could; you would organize it later.

you looked around the room one last time, before walking out, leaving your key card on the dresser, and walked to the elevator to go to the usos room. your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you checked it to see a text from roman. you ignored it, not bothering to see what he had to say as you arrived at the floor you were going to. you knocked on their door, and jey let you in. he had changed into new clothes and his hair was wet like he’d just gotten out of the shower.

“hey,” he smiled, and you returned it.

“long time no see,” you joked, and he raised his eyebrows.

“hey, earth to you two, get your asses over here!” jimmy called from further in the hotel room, and you heard trinity laugh.

“thank god, i have another girl to talk to, i’m not outnumbered anymore,” she laughed, and jey pulled you into his side, tucking you under his arm.

“are you the reason he wasn’t here last night?” jimmy asked in a silly voice, wiggling his eyebrows. you laughed, and jey sighed.

“man c’mon.” you all laughed now, and you smiled, happy to be with your closest friends.

“your secret is safe with us,” trinity winked at you, and you thanked her, grateful to have her and jimmy on your side. you knew things were gonna be complicated, and they were probably gonna get ugly when roman found out about you and jey, but you could live with that if it meant you got to be with the man you truly loved.

you knew it was wrong to have cheated on roman, and a part of you felt guilty, but truthfully your relationship with him had been over for months. looking at jey, you finally felt like you had found the right person, and he had been in front of you all along.

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso fic #jey uso imagine #roman reigns #roman reigns fic #jimmy uso #the usos #wwe #wwe fic #wrestling #wrestling imagines

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that-trans-autistic-guy · 5 months ago

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The Dream of Being in DBD as a Trans Character

as an actor who adores DBD and yearns to bring trans characters to life, this is the story i made for a character that i thought could be brought into the show via an episode focus. so, enjoy:

The plot begins with a client walking in. A ghost boy, no older than eighteen, comes in and asks for their assistance. His friend, who we’ll call Roy, had moved to the UK before the ghost, we’ll call Gilbert, passed away. The two were extremely close and Gil was Roy’s only real friend. Gil’s request is that the agency finds Roy and helps him deliver a last message to his friend. It takes some discussion, but the agency agrees.

We see a teen walking through a high school, head down, headphones on and clearly on the outside (think Edwin’s scene of walking against all the other students). Some jock in a varsity jacket slaps the books out of his hands. One particular book gets kicked down the hallway or something, and the whole hallway watches him go after it. His locker has all sorts of insults scribbled onto it, multiple of which are feminine in nature. Roy just sighs as he exchanges some of his supplies.

We watch him go through classes, just glimpses of classmates glaring, throwing papers at him, etc. He doesn’t respond to it beyond a few resigned expressions and sighs. A bell rings and the hallways are flooded by people going to lunch. Enter Crystal Palace, flanked by Edwin and Charles. She asks if he has a moment to talk and he says something like, “Look, I’m just trying to go eat without getting fucked up. So if you and your ghost boyfriends could just leave me alone, that’d be great.” He walks off, leaving Crystal and the boys extremely confused.

They didn’t think he would be able to see them. Gil had said he’d never said anything about seeing ghosts.

Crystal and the boys talk to the other students about Roy, posing as new/exchange students who’d noticed something about him. None of the students are particularly nice, saying he’s weird and abnormal. They also add in statements saying things like he’s “a girl playing pretend” and other statements like that. It confuses the boys, especially Edwin, but it seems to click for Crystal.

She finds Roy after school, hiding in the art/band room while the hoard of students goes outside to leave. His headphones are still on and he’s on his phone, but his head whips up the second the psychic enters so he’s clearly on high alert. Crystal sits across from him and asks why he could see ghosts.

Roy explains that when he came out, his parents stopped caring. They didn’t provide anything to him and refused to call him by his name. When he was seventeen, his appendix burst. He’d complained for days that his stomach was unbearable and his parents ignored it. It burst at school and he nearly died from their negligence.

His uncle asked for custody and they gave it over without protest. Once he had it, his uncle, who we’ll call Josh, immediately worked on helping him transition. Josh got him to doctors who gave him HRT and helped him legally change his name. When Josh was told he would move to England for his high paying job barely two months later, he got Roy top surgery before they left. He enrolled in school, which had just as much bullying as his last.

Crystal tells him that his friend, Gilbert, had contacted them to find him and help deliver a message. Roy’s shocked and asked if he could see Gil. The three agree, saying they could arrange something for that night. They make conversation until Roy deems it safe enough for him to leave.

The two friends reunite that night. It’s tearful and emotional. We learn, through conversation or flashbacks, that Gilbert had died shortly after Roy moved away in a car accident. Roy had flown out to be at his best friend’s funeral and had been inconsolable. Gil’s family had let him sit with them, basically his own family. The boys hold each other like they might fade away, resting their foreheads together.

They talk. Gil reassures him that he was okay, that he was glad Roy was still going. He’s sad that Roy hasn’t made any new friends and the boy says he’s scared of letting in the wrong people. He says that maybe he can start with the detectives and Roy agrees that maybe he can. They talk a little more, the two stating that they love each other and similar statements, and Gil’s ready to move on. The blue light appears and he smiles sadly, giving his friend one last hug. He tells Roy to look after himself, asks the agency to look after him, too. Roy is holding in a sob but tells Gilbert to go on and that he’ll see him later, yeah? Gilbert nods and goes with Death, the light disappearing. As it does, we see the ghost boys holding hands, reminded of their own deep friendship and unable to imagine parting.

Roy swipes at his tears as the agency approaches. They all offer their condolences, even a hug maybe, and he accepts. He asks if what they do is helping people move on and they say that it is. He nods and says that he’d like to help them sometimes, to which they all agree. The four of them hang out for a while, letting Roy tell the stories of Gilbert he’d been aching to tell.

I like to think Roy would make a few other appearances, in a similar way to Monty. Edwin would ask him questions about his identity and queer stuff, notebook in hand. Charles and him would mess around, maybe playing jokes on the others. He and Crystal would commiserate over neglectful parents, maybe helping her as she tries to rebuild her life. When Niko comes back, they’d share shows and books they each like.

Maybe the bullying gets bad and one of the ghost boys goes with him to school, casually tripping the bullies or being silly around them while the bully is oblivious. Roy slowly makes a friend or two at school, and overall comes out of his shell bit by bit.

again, this is just a wild dream i have. the character envelops the themes of love and grief that the show is based on, as well as self acceptance. naturally, i'd love to see any kind of trans character on the show since we are an extremely underrepresented group and the love put into the show would make it excellent. so, naturally, Save Dead Boy Detectives.

#dead boy detectives #save dead boy detectives #renew dead boy detectives #just my dreams as an actor #writing

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see-arcane · 1 year ago

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Just got out of the theater and holy shit

Saw X isn't just the best movie in the Saw franchise. It's one of the best horror films I've seen in years. Even if the rest of my to-watch list flops in theaters for October, I can absolutely see myself watching this thing again to make up for it

We finally got a film that's genuinely about Jigsaw and follows him through the story rather than dangling him at the edges or squashing Tobin Bell into posthumous recordings and flashbacks. It's about him and that brief but potent-powerful twilight between Saw I and Saw II where he was at his most active and personally dangerous.

Without giving too much away, it really cements

One: Why he and his acolytes are so goddamn scary-good at what they do. Better yet, it shows how pants-shittingly terrifying it is for their targets when the Jigsaw crew close in for the abduction

Two: How human and earnest John Kramer is in what he believes, the good and the ill, under all the sadistic torture-murder machinery. The cinematography and the script really work together to light him as a sort of time-misplaced Old Testament figure. If not a priest, then a classical demon who is there first to judge/punish/test people to grisly extremes, and if they pass, to immediately provide aid. All this without shying away from the fact that...

Three: Jigsaw is absolutely a monster; but far from the worst villain on the block.

The whole thing is fantastic top to bottom for fans and newcomers. It could be its own standalone flick. (And, mild spoilers, a certain character is left dangling as a potential future route to another movie. If it's anything like this one, I'd absolutely see a Saw XI)

Anyway. Bravo to Tobin Bell, to Shawnee Smith, and to director Kevin Greutert and writer Josh Stolberg. 5/5 severed limbs, will be looking forward to my nightmares tonight.

Also! For those heading to the theater, there is a mid-credits stinger. Don't miss it!

#my brain is already itching the same way it did after seeing Nope (2022) for the first time #like #my thoughts are chafing in a way that says I'm not sure whether or not I can wait for the blu-ray #holy hell #Saw #Saw X #jigsaw #horror

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h0nkch0c0late · 1 year ago

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Tommy Slater

The long awaited last part is here!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part four (you're here!)]

Summary: Y/n and the group finally come face to face with the Shadyside killers and Nick.

Warnings: blood, death, it's the endgame now, swearing, Y/n being a badass, grief finally ends, angst

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Then, the bells that Ziggy hung up on the entrance doors rang out, indicating that someone had entered, causing the three to scamper away to a nearby counter, hiding behind it and going absolutely silent, the only thing they could hear was their own breathing.

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Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she tried to block out the pounding noise of her heart from her ears, adrenaline pumping through her like a drug as she prepared herself for what was going to happen next.

She knew exactly what she wanted to do to nick. She wanted to make him suffer, make him feel the same pain she felt when she lost her boyfriend and her best friends.

But that wasn't the plan that she, Ziggy, and the teens had planned and she knew that. And as much as she wanted to, she couldn't stray from it.

So she sat there, nerf gun full of Deena's watered down blood still in her hands, clutched tightly to her chest as she waited for the perfect moment.

"I don't see anyone." Deena whispers, gasping.

Josh's eyes widen, furiously tapping Deena, gaining the attention of the two women, "I see Martin and Ziggy!"

Y/n eyes Ziggy and Martin carefully as they run across the mall to their desired location, hiding behind a wall.

Y/n flinched as a voice rang out, catching Ziggy and Martin, "Police! Hands up! Hands up!"

As Martin and Ziggy's voices merge together as they both frantically try to explain the situation (well, Ziggy was, Martin was trying to get him to leave), the police man scoffs as he realizes the man in front of him was Martin.

Meanwhile, there was another police man, his radio going off.

Y/n could hear it, clear as day, as he began to creep closer to the three. Whilst Josh and Deena were looking one way, she was looking the other, spotting the flashlight before the man stopped in front of them, frantically telling them to freeze as Deena and Josh turned around.

All three of them put their hands up in defense, waterguns still in their hands.

"I got three more over here!" He yelled, most likely to his partner (obviously).

Y/n was calm, well, minus the frantically beating heart due to the current situation they were in that involved them ALL dying.

"Drop your weapon!" He yelled at them, pointing his gun towards them.

"Sir, if you could just let us explain-" Y/n tried, but he ignored her, continuing to tell them to drop their weapons.

Making final glances at the two kids with a nod, they put their waterguns down in sync, keeping one of their hands up in the process.

"Slide it to me." He ordered, to which they did immediately.

Everything was stopped when they heard screaming from the direction of Ziggy and Martin, and the other police man began to run in their direction, leaving the other three behind.

The culprit of the murder was the Milkman, and he had just killed the other police officer as Y/n, Josh, and Deena ran to their next place for the next phase of their plan.

Once Deena told Josh to be careful, Y/n returned the gesture to the girl before splitting up, Y/n making her way to her own door.

This entire time, she hadn't taken a single breath, her eyes moving between the different places of Ziggy, Josh, and Martin. She hoped that nothing would go wrong, but something in her gut told her otherwise.

She eyed the killer tbay was going towards her door, it was Ruby Lane.

And, just like clockwork, each door went down, trapping their individual dead serial killers, tying the ropes, and running.

When Y/n looked over to Ziggy, she quickly noticed the door that didn't close all the way.

Her eyes widened when she realized which one Ziggy was dealing with, and quickly ran over to help her.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Y/n mumbled under her breath as she began to tug and pull at the door along with Ziggy. They finally got it down just as The Nightwing Killer got there, hitting the shutters.

Ziggy ran almost immediately, but Y/n couldn't help but stand there, staring at the dead man with a bag over his head.

The man she used to call her lover. The man whose name used to be Tommy Slater. The guy who used to be sweet and caring, and wouldn't hurt a soul. Turned into a ruthless serial killer all because of Nick Goode.

Part of her was tempted to reach inside, thinking that if she just touched him, maybe something like a miracle would happen, and her Tommy would come back to her.

But that wasn't the case, and she knew it. Her Tommy was gone. Dead. Thrown away. Replaced by a soulless dead murderer.

So, she tore her eyes away, finally deciding to run and join Ziggy.

As she caught up to the redhead, Ziggy noticed the distant look in her eyes, "Hey, are you alright?" She whispered.

Y/n shakes the thoughts of Tommy out of her head and looks towards Ziggy, "Other than the fact we're dealing with multiple dead serial killers due to Goode and his bloodline? Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed.

Ziggy knew better, but she didn't pry. She knew exactly what was on Y/n's mind, and she felt horrible.

All those years, blaming the witch, blaming Tommy for her sister's death, when all along it was the man she thought she could trust.

What she didn't think about was the pain that Y/n had been all these years. What Nick had done to her by turning her boyfriend into a monster. All these years not blaming her, but resenting her. Having conversations over the phone like none of it happened and then suddenly not talking at all.

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"How many is that?" Deena asked her brother, along with him replying as Ziggy and Y/n entered.

"Five." Y/n responded simply.

"We have five." Ziggy followed.

"Skull mask,"

"Nightwing."

"Ruby."

As they continued to talk, Martin quickly shushed them with a series of loud "Yo"'s.

"Why'd it get so quiet?" He asked, eyes wide.

They all looked at each other before abruptly standing up, staring over the counter of the pizza place, looking towards the tree in the middle of the mall.

As they all hid behind the counter again, Ziggy began to breathe heavily, "it's him."

"You don't have to do this." Deena informed the woman, Y/n butting in with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Not alone, at least. I can go with you." She told, a reassuring glint in her eyes.

But Ziggy knew better. She knew that if Y/n were to go with her, she would deviate from the plan, make things worse.

Ziggy's eyes moved to Deena, "Yes, I do." She then looked to Y/n, "and no, you're not going with me. You know that's a horrible idea."

She then stood up and crawled over the counter, Y/n tempted to follow her, but Deena held her back as they all watched.

"Mount up." Deena asserted, getting up and going to her place, Sam grunting in zombie-like anger.

For a moment, Y/n had almost forgotten Sam was there, and one by one, the group began to disperse into their places.

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Well, the plan was completely fucked anyways. No fault of Ziggy, or Y/n, or anyone.

Nick now had Ziggy in his grasp, threatening Deena to get the killers away from him as they began to surround him, pointing his gun towards them, though he knew it was pointless.

The only reason the plan was fucked was because he got a hold of Ziggy, but that was quickly dealt with when Nick was stabbed in the back by Skull Mask.

Then, the Milkman had managed to grab Ziggy as she was running away, due to the fact that she now had Deena's blood on her.

Y/n's eyes widened as Josh pointed out the obvious reason to Deena, telling her that her blood got on the redhead.

"Shit!" Y/n cursed as Deena rushed over to help.

Before she knew it, Deena was cutting open her palm, causing a distraction for the monsters to come get her.

Unfortunately, that meant that Skull Mask's attention was ripped away from Nick, which let the horrid man escape.

"Deena!" Y/n yelled, "go after him!"

Josh was also yelling at his sister to go after Goode, "we got him!"

As Deena ran towards Nick's direction, the other three went into a random store, Ziggy throwing her shirt towards the grifter, who was getting closer to them as they closed the shutters.

As much as Y/n was trying to be brave, she could feel her entire body vibrating with fear as she watched the killers closing in.

"Ok," Martin began, "we need a plan B, like, now."

He said as they watched the Grifter pick up the bloody shirt.

"No." Josh said, "we just need more plan A!"

Y/n's eyes followed the Nightwing Killer. If more of the "Plan A" was that they all ran out there and distracted the separate serial killers more, she knew which one she was gonna go after.

Half of her was worried about Deena. She was alone down there with Goode, and with the lack of Ruby Lane being seen now, she was terrified that the dead girl would be going after the very much alive girl.

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As they all ran out and reached for their waterguns, they each chose a serial killer to spray.

The grifter, by Ziggy, Skull Mask by Josh, Milkman by Martin, and the Nightwing Killer by Y/n.

They all hid in another store, hiding behind the window as they huddled together.

"I got that creepy perv motherfucker in the bullseye." Martin smirked. "This is gonna work, right?" He said slightly more worried as the milk man was walking towards them.

Before they knew it, Milkman was getting thrown by Grifter, then the Grifter was attacked by Tom-Nightwing, who was getting attacked by Skull Mask.

The group stood up, looking at the fight with wide eyes as Nightwing's axe was flung to the front of the window they were at.

The plan was working. They were killing each other.

"Guys?" Josh uttered, staring at deathly Sam running in the direction of where Deena and Nick had gone.

Ziggy and Y/n looked at him as he spoke again, "we lost Sam."

"Oh. Fuck." Y/n replied as they watched the doors close.

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"Right now they're dead, but that's not gonna last. We don't have a lot of time. We have to get ready to fight." Josh ranted as he opened the shutter door.

"Wait." Ziggy said, pulling Josh back, "what is that?"

Y/n swore for the millionth time that night as she looked in the direction of where Ziggy was looking. There, walking and banging his baseball bat against the ground, was Billy Barker. Another dead serial killer. Great.

He then began to bang on the candy machines, and suddenly they heard Ruby Lane's distant singing. She was back.

Y/n was thankful she hadn't gone after Deena after all.

"Ok. OK. You know what?" Martin began as he backed up, grabbing his watergun and pumping it, "at least we still have magic blood." He went to spray it, but nothing came out. He sighed, "I'm tapped."

Ziggy and Y/n went after theirs, both trying and failing. "Me too." Ziggy replies.

"Motherfucker. Really?" Y/n groaned as she threw down her empty watergun.

"No, no, no!" Josh began frantically, "we can find other weapons! W-we can use the delivery hallway, outflank them!" He stuttered, "W-We-"

He was cut off my Martin suggesting to wait it out.

"What?" Josh replied in disbelief, "No, no! No, we're too close! Too many people have died, and I'm not letting them take my sister, too! We have to protect her."

Ziggy and Martin looked away from him as Y/n stared, heart breaking at the kid's pleads. He even said please.

Y/n looked around at the other two adults in the room, who seemed to have given up.

She shook her head, taking a deep breath and moving to Josh's side, putting a shaky hand on Josh's shoulder. "The kid's right. We can't give up now. There must be some other thing that we can do to stop them. I'm not letting anyone else die today, not when we're so close to the finish line. So, either you help come up with an idea, or you stay here like cowards whilst I run out there like an idiot to be a distraction. Your choice."

When the two stayed silent, she made her way out of the store, picking up Tomm-Nightwing's axe and gripping it tightly as Josh and the other two followed her, standing near the store entrance.

She took a deep breath, glancing at Josh and nodding at him before standing up and beginning to walk.

She knew it was stupid. She could get herself killed by doing this, but she had to. Someone had to be the brave adult and sacrifice, and she wasn't about to let Josh do it.

She could see the eagerness in his eyes when she had picked up the axe. She knew that he wanted to yank it from her grasp and do it himself, but she couldn't let that happen. Because if Deena survives, Josh has to as well.

She's not letting another kid grow up without a sibling. She can't stand there and watch helplessly.

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She spotted Ruby Lane first, her breathing unsteady as her heart began to beat fast in her chest once more, her grip on the axe as tight as can be.

Josh watched, repeating the ultimate cheat code under his breath. Though he had only spent a short time with the woman under deathly circumstances, he wanted her to come out of this alive. After everything she had been through, she deserves a good ending. One where she doesn't have to grieve, or worry, or get angry over.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n swings the axe into Ruby's shoulder, knocking her down and spraying blood everywhere.

She swings again, but misses and hits the wall, giving Ruby a chance to turn around and swing her blade into the woman's side, slicing it and making her cry out.

Ruby had gotten the hold over her, grabbing at her face trying to tear it apart.

Thats when Josh rushed over without a thought, grabbing the abandoned axe and swinging it into Ruby, making her let go of Y/n.

Unfortunately, it meant that Ruby's attention was now on Josh, and she got a hold of him, doing the same thing to her.

She wanted to help him, but Josh yelled at her to run, so holding her side, she began to limp away, forgetting about the discarded axe.

As Josh was yelling "get off of me!" And trying to avoid Ruby's blade with a now injured shoulder, she was shot through the head.

As Ruby fell, Y/n and Josh looked to see Ziggy holding a gun, and Martin beside her.

"That's one." She pointed out.

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The three were now standing side by side, Y/n holding her side whilst Josh held his shoulder, Ziggy pointing her gun towards the enclosing killers.

Ziggy shot Billy twice, though it had no affect due to his mask being in the way, and as she went for her third shot, all the gun did was click. She was out.

"I'm...that's it!" She cried out, and Billy began walking towards them again, banging his bat against the ground as he did so.

Meanwhile, Ruby was finally getting up, glaring at the group as she slowly raised from the ground.

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Suddenly, Y/n found herself being tackled by Nightwing, the others distracted by the other serial killers.

She struggled under him, he had his axe back.

As she looked at him, she could see the faint outline of his face from behind the mask, his axe raising to hit her.

She felt herself pleading to him, begging him not to do it, as if he'd listen.

She called him by his name over and over, "Tommy. Tommy please!", "Tommy don't!", "Tommy, this isn't you!"

She knew he couldn't hear her. He was long gone, nothing but a puppet made for Goode's terrible intentions.

But still, she called him by his name. She cried, and screamed, feeling her throat getting raw.

And for a moment, she swore she saw him pause, like for that singular second, her boyfriend had returned.

Or maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her due to the adrenaline and fear running through her veins. Even so, the axe began to swing down.

So, she closed her eyes, waiting for the searing pain of the axe slicing through her flesh, waiting for darkness to swallow her whole for eternity.

But, it never came.

And suddenly, she heard cheering.

As she opened her eyes, Tommy Slater, the Nightwing Killer of '78, was no longer on top of her. And the axe, no longer a threat to her life.

Deena had done it. All of the killers were gone, and so was Nick Goode.

She shot up, slightly disoriented as she looked in the direction of Ziggy, Martin, and Josh.

They all had gigantic grins on their faces as they quickly moved to her, Ziggy helping the woman up and immediately hugging her.

"She did it." Ziggy cried out happily as she gripped onto her old best friend. The girl she relied on when she couldn't rely on her sister all those years ago.

Y/n smiled, hugging the girl back as she pretended she wasn't in a huge amount of pain, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Some part of her felt a tinge of sadness, though, at the thought of never seeing Tommy again.

But the other part of her was relieved. And happy, and that feeling of guilt began to wash away.

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Y/n entered her home with a sigh of relief, excited about the fact she could finally take a shower after the stressful (and almost deathly) night she had.

As she walked into her room to gather her first aide kit (she didn't want to bother going to the hospital) as well as some new clothes, she spotted the photograph that she had abandoned on her bed.

She smiled as she walked over and picked it up, staring at the blurry photo of Tommy, hugging it close.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, opening them as she exhaled, and walked over to her dresser that was littered with several similar photos from her days at camp.

She placed it between the photo of her, Ziggy, and Cindy, and the photo of her, Alice, and Artie. Completing the collection.

She stepped back, a fond and gentle smile replacing her normal one as she finally looked at them without feeling grief.

As she turned to go dress her wound, she could've sworn she felt something cold touch her shoulder.

She shrugged it off as just blood loss, and closed her bedroom door.

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YOUVE REACHED THE END!!! YAY!!!

After years of me putting this fic off, it is finally done. And yes, it's a little long, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Also, I'm aware I kinda made Y/n steal Josh's thunder near the end there, but I needed to for plot reasons 😃👍

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, and if you'd like to see more of this type of stuff in the future, please please PLEASE like, comment, reblog, and maybe even invade my ask box!

Love you all, bye-bye <3333

@pixla I'm throwing you back into the Fandom I apologize ilysm

#x reader #imagine #fear street #angst #fear street 1666 #tommy slater #fear street 1978 #fear street x reader #tommy slater x reader

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o0oooooo0o · 1 year ago

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uttara bhadrapada is all about honing that cool crystal center within. ppl will find that in association with these natives “most” is the word you will often see next to their name and not always in a socially acceptable way. These natives leave behind gifts to humanity transcending the boundaries of good and evil.

‧₊˚✩彡 🙀

-losing people close to you

-inhumanism

-aliens

-synth

-being non pc

-extreme wealth and 💸💸💸💸💸

-reptilian beings (dragons, snakes,…)

-aquatic beings (mermaids)

-cold, frigid, aloofness, indifference, apathy

-loneliness, disconnect

-underworld

-fantasy

-collateral damage

-humanity

-secret societies

-control & restriction

-preservation

-creation

-evolution

-mysticism

-combat

-self-mastery/sovereign

-warrior

-reluctant leader

-burden

-deep space, the unknown

-twins

-blue/iridescent/chromatic/purple

-eccentricity

-cyberpunk

-conspiracy

-high technology

-destiny & fate

-neptune

-pluto

-Lakshmi

-ketu

-jupiter

-funeral

-inertia

-legacy

-skeletons in the closet

-boundless

-in plain sight

-contradiction

-transformation

-war

-cosmic rain

-drugs/psychedelics

-healers

-ouroboros

-fertility

-treasure

-stoners

-female cow

-plastic surgery

-victimhood

-delusion

-manipulation

-laziness

-the end

-transcendence

-the chosen one

-apex saturnino

-being ahead of your time/creating something timeless

-aristocracy

-anger

-doomsday

-out of touch

-dreams

-dissolution

-destruction

-innocence

-cunning

-isolation

-limitless

-the infinite one

-endless

-boundless

-apotheosis

-ascension

-kundalini awakening

-Pegasus

-Andromeda

-evil

-genius

-tamasic

-gatekeeping

-cold blooded

-ethereal essence

-false ego

-ignorance

-enlightenment

-uncanny valley

-alienation

-abandoning humanity

-fixed

-void

-darkness

-space-time

-being the brain/face of capitalism ngl

-prophecy

-elongation

-escapism

-what remains

-liberation

-the ocean

-for the greater good

-tying together future/present/past

-being afforded a greater, more terrible purpose

Grimes sun & moon in uttara bhadrapada

OTHER NOTABLE NATIVES:🦄

-rihanna (i think asc tbh)

-hillary clinton

-kim kardashian

-anya taylor joy

-antonio banderas

-rose

-taeyeon

-rooney mara

-gemma ward

-rick owens

-jin

-felix

-tyra banks

-salma hayek

-daniel radcliffe

-joaquin phoenix

-rebecca ferguson

-lil kim

-Luca Guadagnino

-sujan stevens

-janet jackson

-steve jobs

-bill gates

-catherine zeta-jones

-andré leon talley

-anna wintour

-eugenia cooney

-ash stymest

-blac chyna

-travis barker

-jane lynch

-IU

-tupac

-jason statham

-riley keough

-wiz khalfia

- jay park

-timothee chalamet

-samantha morton

-Josh McDermitt

-anton riize

-belle kiss of life

-muammar al gaddafi

-ni-ki

-sullyoon

-king krule

-aidan gillen

-josh o’connor

-salvador dalí

-sophie turner

-hayao miyazaki

-john galliano

-ed sheeran

-kendall jenner

-jessica white

-choi woo-shik

-tom brady

-anne rice

-russel brand

-Satoru Gojo

-Shri Ramanujan

-novak djokovic

-alek wek

-charles dance

-anna gunn

-nick offerman

-steve-o

-song kang-ho

-lucy lawless

-cheng xiao

-enya umanzor

-jenny slate

-nicholas hoult

-isabelle huppert

-soobin

-bladee

-dev patel

-Roselyn Sánchez

-james cameron

-george soros

-city of los angeles

-harry potter

-wanda maximoff

-iron man/tony stark

❌

-jeffrey e*stein

////(disclaimer, lowkey i’m pretty good at guessing between naks but i can’t say for sure that they r ubp moon some of these r just my own intuition/pattern recognition/symbolism unless their birth time is confirmed and i can flat out get their placements wrong but also ppl lie even about their birthday so it is what it is)

///*I will keep updating this list

UBP SUN:🦄

yuji itadori

lykke li

irene

alexander mcqueen (ubp sun+rahu)

lisa (ubp sun+venus+ketu) +saturn*mercury in revati

quentin tarantino (sun+mercury+jupiter)

cha eunwoo (sun+venus+ketu+saturn)

lady gaga

mina

lee pace

ethel cain

gary oldman

celine dion

diana ross

yasmeen ghauri ubp sun c mercury revati

mariah carey ubp sun c rahu *mercury pisces pbp

eren yeager

keira knightly

steven tyler

MOON RULED BY UBP:🦄

karina (revati sun c ubp mercury+venus gemini moon ruler ubp mercury)

jamie campbell bower (bharani moon ruled by ubp mars)

madison beer (virgo chitra moon ruled by ubp mercury)

UBP ASC:🦄

lucy lawless (sun+moon+asc)

brie larson

che guevara

billie eilish

shakira+venus

KETU IN UBP:🦄

zoe saldana

bella hadid +ubp saturn

jaehyun +ubp saturn lagnesh saturn in ubp

fernanda ly

RAHU IN UBP:🦄

abbey lee kershaw

ASC RULER IN UBP:🦄

zendaya (cap asc ruled by ketu+saturn in ubp)

#uttara bhadrapada

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