#take a shot everytime this pose says persona

[ghostinghome]

what a silly guy, i think

[gretavanbitch]

Tangled up in blue- 3

warnings- light smut, drugs, alcohol. 

The dull light of the afternoon sun reflected off of Josh’s cheekbones as he showed Penny around the venue and the various rooms. He led her around, hand in hand with childlike excitement, explaining every funny thing that happened in every specific spot. 

“Oh and here's where Sam yacked after taking five tequila shots in a row,” he laughed heartily, placing a hand across his chest. Penny shook her head, laughing at the antics concurring within the band. They finished the tour by entering the tour bus for a pre-show drink and warm-up. Sam sat on one of the various tables, criss cross applesauce and void of shoes of course, Jake was sat sideways in a chair strumming his guitar, and Danny was crouched in front of a mirror far too short for him trying to do his hair. Josh sat across from Jake, patting the seat next to him softly. His eyes widened for a moment, as if he had just remembered something vitally important. 

“Mama, what should I wear tonight?” He said in hyper speed, moving his hands in his usual manner, “I have a few options, but I need your fashion expertise.” 

“What are the options?” Penny answered. Josh then climbed haphazardly across the row and opened a small closet by the bunks, pulling out three extravagant outfits. The first was a purple silk or satin jumpsuit, clad in gems and detailing. The second was a sleeveless black jumpsuit covered in gold detailing. The last was a white jumpsuit, similar to the purple one, just softer in look. She scratched her chin thoughtfully, pondering it seriously in her head. 

“You look sexy in purple,” she answered after a few moments of consideration. Jake then snorted, chuckling to himself. 

“Yeah if you consider looking like a magenta hobbit sexy,” he continued. Penny laughed at the other twin's response, looking at Josh’s offended expression. Josh then silently, and dramatically removed the purple jumpsuit from the hanger and moved into the bathroom to change. While Josh was gone, the rest of the group decided to bring out the good stuff. Danny put a large bottle of tequila on the table, causing Sam to make a queasy face. Jake then placed a freshly rolled joint and a few beers down next to it. Penny smiled, feeling relieved that she had a group of friends to do these things with rather than alone with her cat on the couch. She plopped herself down next to Jake, causing her suede jacket to ruffle slightly, she then grabbed the joint and raised her eyebrows at Jake, asking permission to light it. He nodded, handing her his silver zippo in response. She then leaned into the light and inhaled, feeling that familiar burning sensation run through her chest. Josh soon exited the bathroom, of course making a show out of it. He first swung his leg out and then dramatically sung some old show tune, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She laughed and then offered a hit of the joint to him. He responded with an excited “ooh” and took a hit. He looked magnificent, the purple perfectly accented his skin tone, making it gleam in a pearly fashion. His hair was his usual mop, but now it was a tad longer, covering his ears and falling perfectly. He was beautiful, truly. 

“That probably isn’t great for your voice babe,” she thought out loud. Josh raised his eyebrows at her mid-hit. He exhaled then thought for a moment. 

“You are probably right, wise one.” 

After the J was passed around to everybody a few times, pre-show nerves were no longer present, and it was time to get in the real mood. Jake handed everybody a shot glass and poured a generous amount of tequila in each. Sam still looked unhappy about the choice in alcohol, but held the glass in his hand anyways. 

“Cheers,” rang out from the group and heads tilted back, mouths filling with the painful taste of tequila. Penny felt the shot rush straight to her head, the mixture of weed and alcohol making her feel slightly dizzy, but still dazed out.

“Lets rock this shit,” Jake exclaimed loudly, in a british accent for some reason. 

“Oh no, Oliver Reed is back,” Danny sighed, carrying the bottle out as the group exited the bus. Josh and Penny were the last ones to get up, staying together for one last moment of silence before the show began. 

“You look beautiful,” Penny said truthfully, running her hands softly down the fabric. He glanced down at her hands for a moment, then back up into her eyes, running a hand through her hair as he did. 

“You look stunning mama, you always do,” he said, inching closer to her slowly. She smiled softly, pulling the collar of his jumpsuit closer to her. Josh then closed the gap between the pair, connecting their lips. The kiss began softly, feeling out the waters as if they had not swam in them a thousand times before. He tasted like tequila and smoke, but it felt like home. She sighed into the kiss softly, running her hands up and down his chest lovingly. Just as the kiss got more intense and their tongues traced the outlines of the other, Josh pulled away with narrowed eyes. 

“Fuck, I missed you Pen,” he said in a hushed whisper. He then took her hand and guided her towards the green room behind the stage. The few minutes they had together as a group before the show were filled with adrenaline, and more shots. She managed to snap a few photos amidst the chaos. One of Jake and Josh posed in front of a large painting, Josh holding a fire extinguisher for whatever alcohol induced reason, and Jake with his hands clasped in front of his red suit. She also snapped one of Josh, leaning against a box smiling. She made sure to capture the realness of the moment, wanting to remember the beauty of his persona at the show. 

Soon enough, the boys pranced onto the stage and Penny stood against an amp box by the side of the stage watching in awe. It was not her first time seeing the boys perform, but everytime she did, it felt better than the last. The show began with a fan favorite, Heat Above. This was one of Penny’s favorite tracks on the album, remembering back to the sunny mornings when Josh would belt it out in the shower, tinkering with certain parts of it. The song was a work of art, one of their best, and it deserved to be based on how long they waited to release it. The other numbers passed by in a haze, she loved every moment, dancing and singing along wildly by the side of the stage. Every now and then Josh would turn around to her on a particularly lovely line and wink at her. He did this during Highway tune’s “so sweet, so nice, so fine,” and Light my love’s “your mind is stream of colors.” The fact that he looked at her during these specific lyrics made her heart hurt with happiness, knowing that Josh felt the same way about her. 

The band soon exited the stage, sweaty and filled to the brim with post-show adrenaline. Josh immediately ran to her, pulling her hand behind him as he ran to one of the dressing rooms. Penny was slightly confused by his quick exit, but followed him nevertheless, she would follow him anywhere. He shut the door in a hurry and connected their lips harshly. She froze for a second, still wondering where this rush of affection came from, but she soon gave in, melting into his touch. He then pushed her against the door and pushed her jacket off of her shoulders. She sighed, lifting his chin up and meeting his eyes. He looked at her with wide eyes, licking his own lips. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it after a few seconds. But his nexts words caused Penny to have another head rush, but this time it wasn’t due to tequila. 

“I love you,” he said in such a hushed whisper that she could barely hear it over the crowd still relishing in the shows excitement. She blinked, slightly tearily and put her hands on either side of his face. 

“I love you, Joshua.” Josh then kissed her with a fercosity that had never been present between the pair, until now. She whined against him, as his core jutted against her own. His hands were roaming over her body, squeezing her ass over her jeans, and toying with her breasts. They were then interupted harshly with a knock on the door that vibrated into Penny’s back. 

“Guys, I know you haven’t seen each other in a bit, but can you save the fucking for when we have a hotel, we kind of need to change our clothes,” Jake yelled through the door. Penny looked at Josh, meeting his eyes with a surprised expression. They maintained the eye contact for a moment before breaking out in hysterical laughter, clutching their stomachs as Josh opened the door to a very annoyed Jake.

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Hi babes, I know this chapter is rather short, I just had a really busy day today! next one will be longer (and maybe more smut) :) 

[depressed-sock]

Kiyo Thief part 4

Thief part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3

A Fallen Hero Fanfic

A Familiar ‘Annoying’ Face

2nd

 You're breathing heavily hands on your knees as you stand over the three thugs that were trying to rob the electronics store. They probably don’t have much on them but it’s better than no-

 “Hey!” You spin aiming a kick towards the voice’s head, only to find your leg caught in his grip and you suddenly on the floor. Rubbelguy stands above you with a smug smile, “You know you should really work on that environmental awareness.”

 ‘You should work on not getting your fucking wallet stolen asshole,’ you bite back your remark there’s no need to out yourself to him. Is this going to become an insistent irritating problem? Not being able to sense this fucker sneak up on you? Why is he even here anyway? This is clearly not a high-level heist requiring his attention.

 “Go fuck yourself,” you kick out at him but he quickly dodges backward. Your back on your feet before he can do anything else. You can’t riffle through pocket’s while the ‘hero’ is here to watch over you so you may as well leave.

 “Hey! Please wait I just-” You slam the door maybe a bit too hard into his face.

 4th

 “Hey, Rubble fucker! Catch!”

 “Will you stop calling-Offf”

  “Uhh...Whoops?”

 6th

 Alright, that’s another one down, now-

 “Come here often?” He expects the kick but not the punch that plows into his stomach.

 Shit, you didn’t mean to actually do that, “Goddamnit! Stop sneaking up on me!” This situation is so much worse than accidentally stealing his wallet. Maybe you should go back to that before he tries to throw you in jail for assault.

 He holds his stomach a bit and sends you a wink, “At least I’m not falling head over heels again.”

 You suddenly have to suppress an incredibly strong urge to hit him again. “Maybe next time you do you’ll land in hell.”

 “Ouch, Is that your way of saying you don’t like me?”

 “No,” You move closer to him grabbing his shirt, why is he wearing civs while fighting crime?, “I’ll tell you to your face if I don’t like you Rubbelguy.” You let go and turn to leave doing your best to ignore his existence.

 “Wait… does that mean you don’t like me? Or that you do- Wait! Oh, come on!”

 8th

 “Hey, kid! Good job with taking them down!”

 “Call me a kid again and I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

 “... I’m so tempted to make that dirty.”

 “I’m going to push you down the stairs if you do.”

 11th

 How? How does he keep finding your vigilante persona? This is ridiculous and getting out of hand. You haven’t even been able to riffle through the pockets of the people you’ve knocked out because he suddenly appears out of nowhere. His entire presence letting out an air of judgment everytime you so much as look at something wrong. Or maybe that’s just your imagination, afterall you can’t actually tell what he’s thinking.

 Either way, you’re fed up, tired and hungry. You want him to go away and leave you alone. Speaking of hungry, when was the last time you ate anyway? Maybe last night? Or was it the night before? Or.. you don’t know...Fuck.

 You try to block the Empress of Flames punch, why are there so many people wanting to be rulers?,  a wave of heat bursting off of her as she grabs your arm a sadistic smile on her face. It’s so hot, everything feels so incredibly suffocating.

  Her mind is a weave of chaos that reminds you of a few others you’ve fought… It has the intense unpredictably that Lord of the Fucks had. Until you got him angry but you can’t risk getting her angry, she might roast both you and Rubbleguy alive… Is that why everything is so hot right now? Is she roasting you alive from the inside out? You can feel yourself faltering, a black film starting to form around your eyesight.

 Rubbleguy must see you struggling because he moves in, knocking her grip off you and pushing you behind him. “How you holding up Kid?” he sounds worried but you can’t bring yourself to care as the black starts to take over your vision.

 “I’m..not..a..ki-” the floor feels so much cooler than you expected.

…

 Something cool rests against your forehead, it feels so nice… wait... Empress! You jolt up your hood falling back. No no no no. Your hand reaches up and your goggles and mask are still affixed to your face. Thank fuck.

 “You should lie back down,” your head whips around. Shit too fast. Dizziness suddenly hits you and you nearly fall forward off the stone bench you were lying on, “Woa, shit,” he grabs you holding you steady.

 “What?” happened? It’s so hard to speak, your throat is so dry.

 “It seems Empress’s abilities can heat up a person's body temperature to dangerous levels,” he helps you lay back down on the cool bench, then holds a cold water bottle against your forehead, “I would have taken off your jacket but considering I saw what you did to the last guy that tore a hole in it I figured it was safer not too.” He smiles softly at you and you think it’s a nice smile, it feels genuine. “You should probably drink this,” he shakes the water bottle above your line of sight a bit and you find yourself licking your dry lips.

 You don’t want to remove your mask, what is he recognizes you? What if he hates you? But you need to. Fuck. You try to sit back up and he moves to help you but you wave him off. You pull your hood up and turn so he can’t see your face. You hold out your hand blindly and you feel the coldness of the water bottle in your grasp.

 You move the mask slightly just enough so you can drink the water freely; greedily gulping it down. It helps but your still so fucking thirsty.

 “I’ve got two more,” you feel him hold another water bottle to your shoulder, and you take it, gulping it down quickly. You sigh in relief but a nervousness suddenly crawls it’s way up your spine. You find yourself crushing the empty water bottles in your hands. Why would he do something like this? Is it some kind of trick? It doesn’t feel like it, wouldn’t he have unmasked you if that was the case?

 “Thank you,” the words are quietly whispered but you know he heard it.

 “Hey, It’s no problem ki-”

 “Sidestep,” it slips out, you’re so fucking tired of being called kid. “Just call me Sidestep... Charge,” you bite out his name painfully. Fuck maybe you’re giving him too much rope to run with. You don’t have to be able to read his mind to know that he’s grinning at you. Oh fuck, you’re going to regret this so fucking much.

 “Sidestep, huh... because you keep sidestepping my advances?” goddamnit you shouldn’t have said anything.

  “I was going to be nice and keep calling you by your actual name but I changed my mind, Rubbelguy.”  

 “Wait, shit. It was a joke.”

 “Your jokes suck,” and so does your crappy smile.

 14th

 “Hey Sidestep!”

 “No.”

  “I didn’t even-”

  “NO.”

 16th

Your body is shaking from exhaustion when you feel the presence behind you. The irritation you feel is currently unequaled, the nonstop pestering was finally breaking your nerves.  "Leave me the fuck alone!" Your hands ball into fists and you don't bother turning around to face him. You just want him to go away, to stop bothering you.  "I'm sorry?" That's not Rubbleguy… fuck. You spin around to find Sentinel hovering a few inches off the ground, his expression both unamused and confused by your reception. Fucking hell.  "Uhhh...I umm I thought you were someone else," you weakly explain. You hadn't expected any of the other Rangers to show up, you should have but Rubbleguy has ruined all your common sense. He just keeps showing up, you don't even know how he keeps finding you but every time you've turned around since meeting him he's there. Smiling at you, being a condescending asshole with his 'goodjobs'.  Does he think your inept since your fight with Empress? Or does he suspect you've been stealing off the people you've 'defeated'? He won't stop using the name you gave him either. ‘Sidestep this’ ‘Sidestep that’ his presence was all around an annoyance. Maybe he knows you're not legit and he's trying to get you to incriminate yourself with his pestering? Is he now getting the other Rangers involved with his scheme?  Sentinel lets out a loud sigh pinching the bridge of his nose, "You're the kid Ortega's obsessed with, aren't you?" Its posed as a question but you feel he's already certain of the answer. Obsessed with? Shit, that doesn't sound good. "We need to talk."  "Alright," you shrug your shoulders stuffing your hands into your pockets, motioning your head as you turn and walk down an alley. You're not talking about this here, in fact, you'd rather not talk about it at all but you don't think that's going to be an option.   He sets on the ground watching as you start to climb up the nearby buildings fire escape, "If you want to talk on the roof I can carry you."  "No thanks," you prefer being able to hold onto something that can't be shot out of the sky. "Besides I'm not going all the way up and you," you point towards him, " are staying right there." You sit on the second story escape legs dangling over the edge. Not high enough that you couldn't escape if need be but enough to have space between you and him. He could easily fly up to reach you but the illusion of having a higher ground advantage helps calm your nerves a bit.  "Are you done?" He looks completely fed up with your shenanigans already. Maybe if you annoy him enough he'll leave.  "I guess, what exactly is this about?"  "Do you want me to get Ortega to leave you alone?" Your shocked into a dumbfounded silence. You hadn't expected that, why would he care if Rubbleguy is bothering you? But he does care, you can feel it. The worried thoughts that Ortega is pushing boundaries he shouldn't be.  "I don't know," you look away, your hand nervously rubbing against your neck. He's been persistent, annoying, condescending, and an absolutely smug asshole but…  No, there should be no buts you should take Sentinels offer you should… but… you don't want to. He’s been all those things but you can’t deny the kindness he’s shown you. Even if it’s all an act… You also don’t feel as lonely as before. No, it’s more you didn’t realize how lonely you were before he started following you around.

 “If you ever want him to back off and he’s not listening, tell me and I’ll get him to stop.”

 “I can take care of myself,” you bite back. You don’t want anyone’s help.

 “I know… but Ortega can be…” He winces trying to find the right words.

 “A pest? Annoyingly persistent? A fucking idiot?” Too caring? Too kind? Too trusting? You’ve got a growing list of exactly what he is.

  Sentinel let’s out a laugh and shakes his head, “All of that and more.”

  You sigh, “Yeah but I think you saving me once is more than enough.” wait...you didn’t just…

  His eyes narrow on you and suddenly you feel him trying to go through his memories trying to place you, “Is that so?”

  Shit. Fucking shit! Backtrack! Backtrack now. Give him something else to focus on.

 “Yeah, you helped me realize I’m transgender,” NOOO, not that way. Why would you fucking tell him that! “I mean.. Not literally helped me... More figuratively?” This is not helping you! This is making it worse! SO MUCH WORSE!

   He’s staring at you shocked, shit shit shit. “How so?”

   Don’t answer that, just run. Run far away, “I read about you in the paper, That you were openly transgender. I didn’t know the word so I looked it up and suddenly so much shit made sense and I had a word to describe what I was feeling and I really shouldn’t be telling you any of this,” you’re rambling and now you're standing and you’re going to run away and go stick your head into your ratty old blanket and go scream.

  He lets out a soft laugh, staring at you like he’d just found something… you don’t know what he found, you’re not sure you want to be a found something. You jump off the fire escape, “Well if there’s nothing else I’ve got to go… faaar away,” you begin to turn but you find yourself stopping momentarily, “Please...Please don’t tell anyone.”

 “I won’t,” his eyes soften as he stares at you accompanying a small sad frown, you can feel the empathy coming off of him. He knows, he understands.

 “Thank you.” You run and you don’t look back.