#every move this literal piece of shit tries to pull backfires on her

[gellert-sparrow]

Alexa, can you play “Amber Heard is going to jail and none of her tricks do anything but backfire on her”?

#every move this literal piece of shit tries to pull backfires on her #I LOVE IT #johnny depp is innocent #anti amber heard #amber heard #ambuser heard #abuser heard #scamber heard

[shra-vasti]

Pairing : Joshua x reader

Title : Only you

Genre : angst, fluff, best friends to lovers au

Warnings : cussing

Synopsis : You and Joshua had been best friends since childhood but it feels like someone has broken the promise of not to fall in love with each other.

A/N : Again, the gif used here isn't mine and the credit goes to the owner. I hope you enjoy the read. Have a great day ahead <3

It was like an unspoken rule in between you and Joshua that friends don't fall in love with each other.

You and Joshua have been best friends since you two learned walking and are really close to each other dispite both of your contrasting personality.

Joshua is a gentleman, a sweetheart as you call him. He has a calm personality and overly good manners which backfires him sometimes but all in all he is loved and admired by everyone and he isn't cocky about that.

You on other hand are completely opposite.

You don't have a calm personality as your close friends tell you. If anyone tries to get in your way you are quick enough to show them their spot. Everyone is intimidated by you and your strong aura.

Nonetheless, everyone admires you due to the cliché of getting attracted to people with foul personality and due to your appearance too.

You believe karma works quick if you become one yourself and hence don't think twice before taking a revenge on whoever hurt you or your close ones.

Joshua is a composed soul whereas you are completely reckless and careless.

You just want to enjoy your youth before it fades away and all you do is regret for not doing anything when you grow old.

You are so close that everyone around you think you are dating as cliché as it sounds and both of you wouldn't admit to have small crush on each other.

It's just a crush for you though but for Joshua the boundary of just crushing has been long crossed over and bloomed into love.

He confessed you right away when he was sure about his feelings towards you clearly unknown of the fact that you would blantly reject him.

"Is this your little teenage boy hormone speaking up Joshua? Cause I don't think we can ever fall in love with each other. If you want to have sex just tell me that way and we would be done with it. I don't want our friendship to crumple down, relationships are shits, in the end its suppose to break and I can't afford to lose you, never you."

That was exactly what you said when he confessed to you. You hugged him right after that telling how its okay for him to feel what he felt but to not take any risk when it comes to each other.

You were scared he could tell and he couldn't bring himself to push things onto you so he agreed that friends don't fall in love with each other.

It was hard for him to suppress his feelings although the burden of bottling up his feelings was long gone but he was heartbroken.

He wouldn't tell a soul that he regularly cried himself off the sleep because of you and you wouldn't dare to ask him about the puffiness in his eyes every morning when he met you since you knew it was because of you.

You told him his feelings would vanish eventually that it was just a mere crush but he knew better.

He dated after that and you did too.

He knew you always mess around with boys and never actually get into something serious.

He wasn't sure why you were like this but he made a rough guess that it was due to your parent's broken relationship.

Your parents divorced and you were constantly juggling up from your mother's side to your father's.

You were an only child so even though your parents couldn't stand each other they held onto you like an expensive delicate piece, none of them wanted to let go off you.

Your parents divorce left a great impact on you. You saw them head over heels for each other to them arguing every night regretting over loving each other.

That made you scared of love, not everything that glitters is gold.

After Joshua's confession you became more reckless trying to get his thoughts out of your head.

He was the closest thing you had all your life and you didn't want both of you to end up like your parents.

Before he confessed you, you could feel it in yourself that you somehow started seeing Joshua a bit differently than just your best friend.

You knew you caught feelings but you were scared to admit it only to push his thoughts away by falsely assuming that he didn't feel the same way and you shouldn't be thinking about him like that, he was just your best friend only for everything you crumple down when he confessed his love for you.

You wanted him out of your head so you started messing around more and almost going out every night to some random parties not even caring who was the one organising it.

It was hard for you but it was getting harder for Joshua to see you like that not when he was so madly in love with you and the way he was witnessing your downfall.

It was okay for you to not feel anything for him but going to lengths just so you could make a mess of him was beyond his understanding.

You seem to ignore him more after his confession and he could practically see you slipping off his fingers and he was terrified.

He was terrified he did something terribly wrong by confessing you cause it has done nothing but damage.

But everything changed suddenly when you told him you were ready to be in a relationship, that you've found a guy who is good enough.

It was so not you, to be any but relationship and he could hear his heart break into thousands of pieces at your words as he clenched his fist to not let his emotions rule him, at least not in front of you.

He met your boyfriend and the atmosphere was so awkward that you felt like just running away from both of them.

Honestly, you weren't even in love with your current boyfriend. He just provided your system enough euphoria that you could forget Joshua till the time he entertains you.

You're behavior wasn't unknown to anyone else at your university, you were main topic of conversation amongst your peers almost everyday.

With each day passing it was getting hard for Joshua to control himself.

Even more so when he came to know of your boyfriend cheating on you behind your back.

Joshua went to him, almost instantly throwing a punch in his face when he got the chance making the girl making out with him run for her life.

Joshua was himself shocked at his doing since he was known as the man of composure but he couldn't help but anger well up inside him when he saw your boyfriend messing around behind your back.

He scarifced his feelings for your happiness and back off just so some random boy would come up and destroy what he has been trying to protected deliberately. He wasn't going to let him go off that easily.

He pulled him up by the collar when you boyfriend didn't make any move to get up.

"How dare you cheat her?" Joshua's voice wad laced with anger and disgust.

He guy just scoffed chuckling bitterly still dizzy from the punch he received not long ago, who knew the gentleman Joshua could be this strong.

Joshua pushed him to the wall nearby holding his neck as the guy tried to free himself from him.

"What did she lack for you to go till this measures huh?"

Joshua didn't understand, you literally had everything any guy would ever need so there was no reason for him to cheat you.

"Lack? She lacks the emotions called love." your boyfriend spat out some blood as he gained enough strength to push Joshua off him.

Joshua eyed him in confusion.

"What are you talking about? You are literally the first guy with whom she wanted a relationship with."

You wouldn't date anyone if you weren't feeling for them would you? Was this guy trying to blame his doings on you?

"I wish I was the first guy to have her heart too. But sadly that isn't true. What me and her have feels nothing but a deal. She never once tries to show some feelings towards me unless I'm the one making a move even then I don't feel anything from her."

"You're telling me both of you aren't in love with each other?"

Joshua was even more confused now if he wasn't any more earlier.

"Go tell her I cheated on her and that we are done. I'm tired of pretending I'm the only one making an effort. She was the one using me in the first place." your boyfriend scoffed as he gulped trying to make his voice more stable.

"Stop it with your bullshit. Ofcourse I'll tell her about you messing around like that but don't dare to blame her like that."

"You're telling me you know more about my relationship than I do?"

"She did make efforts in your relationships too. I saw it almost everytime when I was around. You can't say she's the one who lacks feeling maybe you're just full of yourself to see her emotions."

Whenever Joshua hung out with you and your boyfriend he could clearly see you making a move on him by holding his hands first or reminding him to take his medication something Joshua desperately wished to be treated by you and now this cheater had the audacity to say you aren't the one making move.

"Oh so that's the thing." a sudden realization rushed through your boyfriend's mind as he put pieces of information together.

You were always affectionate towards him when Joshua was around and if he wasn't you would spare him a second glance.

"What do you mean?"

"Even after all this talk you don't understand do you? I understand everything now." he laughed loudly as he look up so that the tears won't slip away from his eyes as realization hit him that your heart always belonged to Joshua rather than him.

"Understand what?" Joshua was tired of all this and even more so confused as he learned about your behaviour from your boyfriend.

Didn't you always say that everything was going alright with you and your boyfriend everytime he asked you? Then he didn't know what to do with this new information which was completely opposite to what you always told him.

Your boyfriend look at Joshua taking in his appearance. He chuckled internally as he was reminded how Joshua is and what he is to you.

You never allowed him to say anything bad about Joshua. You couldn't even take a light joke on Joshua without both of you ending up in some filthy fight.

You always leaned more on Joshua's side when it came between choosing any one of them.

Then he understood that Joshua was your best friend and he was bound to be the owner of your heart.

"Do you love her?" he questioned Joshua only to observe the slight stiffness in the boy that came with it.

"You do don't you. You're way to nervous to oppose that."

Joshua just glared in his direction telling him to not change the topic.

"I was going to break up with her anyway but just so you know she's in love with you too, I can clearly see sorry I can clearly feel that. She never makes a move unless you are present, she nevers cares enough for me to the point her blood boils just at the thought to someone trying to hurt you or make a joke on you. You seem to be one lucky guy. She will never look at me the way she looks at you."

With that he stride off leaving Joshua alone with his thoughts.

You loved him? Then what was up with all this drama if you didn't feel anything for the guy.

You're boyfriend had broken up with you telling you that he couldn't take anymore of your distant attitude and truthfully you don't blame him.

You would have done the same thing if you were in his place but the only thing you were unaware of was the fact that Joshua knew the reason of your break up.

"Why did your seemingly perfect relationship broke up abruptly just like that?"

You looked at Joshua at his sudden question.

You were currently in a friend's birthday party and were seated in one of the tables near balcony drinking.

You wonder why Joshua didn't ask you this question earlier right after you told him about your breakup.

He didn't ask you anything untill now all of a sudden.

"He told me he doesn't think it's working." you said trying to avoid making eye contact with him.

"Oh is that so?"

His tone was nearly mocking as if asking it was true but what could you do it was uncalled for and too sudden for your senses to work.

"Why are you asking?"

"Because I didn't see any dread inside of you at the end of your relationship even though you were so invested in him." he said as he drank from his glass.

"I don't know about that."

"Will you go out with me?"

You choked at his sudden question. Didn't you tell him that he relationship is something which is impossible in between both of you. Did he forget about that?

"Joshua. I think you already know the answer to that." you rolled your eyes.

He put his glass onto the table with a loud thud sending shiver down your spine at his sudden change in demnor.

He didn't understand what is stopping you when you feel the same towards him. You can accept to be in relationship with someone random but not dare to give in to someone you have know since eternity.

He swallowed hard, him being drunk didn't help his condition either.

"Lets go." he told as he gestured you to stand up.

"Where? I'm not going anywhere."

For the first time in your whole life you were scared of him. He never once showed his anger towards you nor he behaved so tauntingly towards you.

"My place or let me just book some hotel room your choice." he said looking at you as he once again sat on the chair.

You repeated what he said with a confused look on your face. What was he trying to imply?

"What do you mean by that?"

"I know you don't like taking boys in your place so I suggested we should go at my place or somewhere else..."

He look at you with unfocused gaze clenching his fist tight on the table.

"Aren't you the one who always said 'let's have a sex and get done with it, your feelings will vanish after that' so let's have sex and let me vanish my feelings since you don't want to accept them anyway."

"Hong Jisoo."

Your breathe was irregular as you tried not to let your tears flow. How could he talk to you like that?

"Don't you dare, I'm warning you."

With that you stood up and make a run towards the exit.

Your vision was blurred with tears. You never realized how vulgar those words sounded till you had to hear it yourself.

Did you make him that hurt that he had to hurt to back. Did he felt the same way when you told him to just fuck you and get done with his feelings?

You didn't know who you should cry for. For hurting him or for fucking up like that.

You went straight to your car catching a moment to process what happened back at the party and to catch your breathe.

Just when you felt your breathe steading you felt yourself getting dragged behind building where the party was held.

"Shua leave my hand I want to go home." you tried to free your hand from his but his grip was firm.

"You're hurting me Joshua."

He pulled you forward with you almost losing your balance, if it wasn't for him to catch your waist bringing you closer to his body.

With you wearing heels you were almost the same height as him.

This was your first time being so close to him. You could feel his breath on your face as your nose touched.

You gulped suddenly lost of words.

Your heartbeat quickened as he leaned in, your eyes fluttering close as the distance between both of you lessened.

You could faintly feel his lips against yours before his other hand came in contact with your head and deepening the kiss.

At that moment you felt the firework explode inside of you and you never felt like this even when you had your first kiss.

Your hands which were previously on his chest glide up to his neck. One hand draped over his shoulder and other ran across his hairs.

He moaned at this sensation as he bit your lip before nibbling it. Your head felt dizzy with the sudden explosion of emotions.

The feeling was overwhelming.

None of you wanted to break the kiss but both of you were out of breath, you pull away before with your bottom lip in between his teeth only leaving when he tried to catch his breath.

You looked at him still in dazed as he removed some of your hairs from your face before kissing your forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and lips again.

"You don't realize how crazy you make me. Is this all new for you? You're always to one who hurt others, getting hurt yourself felt uncomfortable right?"

Your heartbroke as tears rolled down from his face, you reach his face to wipe the tears. He leaned in your touch feeling good to be this close to you.

Feeling hurt yourself indeed felt different. Did you really make him go through that?

"Why are you so afraid of love?" he asked as he put his head on your shoulder to prevent you from seeing just how vulnerable he is.

"Shua..." you wanted nothing but to kill yourself for making him feel that way. Why were so you afraid of living him anyway. He's Joshua, your best friend, never in the world he would hurt you.

"I love you. I love you so much and it's not your body, I don't love you for your body. I know you are like this because of your parents but don't you trust me enough? You were my best friends, you are my best friend and you'll always be. I can not imagine my life without you. I thought these feelings will vanish just like you said but it just grew. It grew so much that it suffocated me. When I came to know about the real reason behind your relationship and break up I was outraged. I was so angry at you. Why would you do that to me?"

He kiss you neck as he lift his head from your shoulder to come face to face with you.

"I hope you realize through that kiss how much you mean to me. Give me a chance. I'm not that hard love."

There were tears in his eyes even though he laughed at the last sentence. The look he gave you almost making your knees wobble.

"You aren't hard to love. It's just me... I'm hard to handle." you looked down feeling tear running down your face.

Joshua put his hand on your neck and made you look up with his thumb on your jawline.

"You are a pain in the ass but you are my pain in the ass."

With that he kissed you again this time more passionate than the last one as if almost begging you to give in.

"Fall for me." he said as he pulled away, your forehead still touching.

You closed your eyes. You loved him he loved you what was there to lose?

He knows you better and would never try do something which will eventually lead you to your fall.

What was there to risk?

"I can't." you said as you opened your eyes and look at his eyes which turned more sad at your words.

He look up as he exhaled through his mouth. You were still so close to each other you could feel the rapid racing of his heart.

He locked eyes with you once again as he felt your hands on either side of his face forcefully making him look at you.

You leaned in once again like he did only stopping when you were a breath away from him.

"I've already fallen for you long ago. I can't fall twice but I can sure fall more deeper"

And you kissed him first this time. You wanted to show him how much you loved him through this kiss.

And he sure wasted no time in returning the kiss with the same passion, same love and same intensity.

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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[dessiekarma]

My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 1

Chapter 1: I’m Finally an Anime Protagonist!

“Please (Y/N)! I promise I’ll pick him up from your house after practice and keep him for tonight…for the whole weekend!” Hara said, practically on his knees.

 (Y/N) turned her head away stubbornly and held the bundle in her arms tighter. She made no move to get up from the bleachers.

 “You said that last time and never showed! He’s our responsibility and you need to do your share of the work!”

 “I will I promise, just not right now!”

 “Hanamiya is going to be here any minute. If you don’t get her out of here he’s going to be upset. You know he’s been a bitch ever since we lost to Seirin.” Furuhashi said glancing at the time on his phone.

 “He’s always been a bitch! And he’s gonna take it out on me.” Turning to (Y/N) the young man pressed his hands together pleadingly. “Look you can bring him to my house and I’ll take him or better yet wait for me outside and just pass him off to me when I’m out of practice. From there I’ll deal with him.”

 “DEAL with? You mean take care of! And why, so you can sneak out a different way and leave me waiting with a baby outside the gym? I don’t think so!”

 “If I let you stay my captain is gonna be so pissed off and I am not running suicides because of you!”

 “Your captain can kiss my ass!”

 “Ahh you can’t say things like that! Look you’re a new transfer so I get it, you don’t know Hanamiya but I’m warning you you’re gonna leave here in tears.”

 “And you are too if you don’t help me with this kid!”

 “Oh my god stop yelling.” Seto drawled sitting up from one of the back bleachers. “Why don’t you just take the damn thing and go home for today? Then you don’t have to worry about the captain meeting your girlfriend.”

 “She’s not my girlfriend! Besides he’ll be pissed if I bail on practice!”

 “But is that worse than the possibility of your girlfriend telling him to fuck off?”

 “I think Seto has a point.” Yamazaki said bouncing the ball against the gym wall. “Tell Caps you got sick or something.”

 “I guess. Will that satisfy you? I have to miss my practice to help.” Hara asked frowning at the girl who only huffed in annoyance.

 “Oh you have such a sad story to tell. I’m sacrificing too here! Do you know how much he cries!? I’ve missed countless episodes of new anime!”

 “You’re comparing sports to anime? I have to practice to get better, you can just watch the same episode the next day!”

 “Ummm and risk spoilers?”

 “You’re such a spoiled brat! I don-”

 “Why haven’t you guys started?” A deep voice rang through the gym. Everyone turned their heads to see their captain stroll in tossing his bag onto the floor.

 It wasn’t long until olive eyes spotted the unfamiliar face in the room. (E/C) eyes met his unblinking and a small stare off began. Hanamiya rose a brow at this poor lost soul that wondered into his gym.

 “Who the hell are you?”

 “You look…” (Y/N) began, still staring.

 “Please don’t.” Hara whispered knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

 The black-haired male had to stifle a blush from how intently the girl was staring at him. Thankfully a scowl covered that just fine.

 “Here, hold my baby.” The young woman said shoving the blanket at Yamazaki. Reaching out her phone she quickly typed something in before holding up an image of some anime character,

 “You look just like Kiyoshi Fujino from Prison School! Only meaner! Seriously you have the lock of hair between your eyes and everything!” The girl finally blurted out with an overly enthusiastic smile.

 Hanamiya didn’t know what to say. Something was clearly wrong with her, to talk to him so comfortably. With a click of the tongue he marched up to her, placed his hand on her head and turned her back towards his team.

 “Okay who’s is this and what the hell is it doing in my gym?” Hanamiya said with his finger poking directly into her cheek.

 Everyone stayed quiet, though Yamazaki attempted to pass what he was holding to Seto who shoved it right back. A small game of hot potato quickly ensued before piercing cries filled the gym. If the fires of hell weren’t in Hanamiya’s eyes before they were sure burning now.

 “Whose baby is that? What the hell is going on in here? I was only five minutes late!”

 Somehow the screaming baby ended up in Hara’s hands as he tried to rock it back and forth to stop the crying.

 “If I don’t get an answer everyone is doing suicides until midnight.”

 And just like that everyone, including the unknown girl, broke out in explanation at once. Some were making hand gestures while others added sound effects and mimics to drive their points home. However not a single point was reaching Hanamiya’s ears in the jumble of voices.

 “Oh my god its like having a gym full of children. One at a TIME!” This silenced everyone.

 Furuhashi being the most level headed and with the calmest voice decided it be best if he explained lest the whole team suffer. He cleared his throat before beginning.

 “The baby is Hara’s and that girl’s. He brought her here and the rest of us have nothing to do with it.”

 “What!” Hara shouted only causing the baby to scream again at the loud sound.

 The captain tried taking that information in and it was surprisingly more difficult than he imagined. Looking down at the girl whose head was still in the palm of his hand he looked back at Hara and then back again. Sizing her up he directed his next words to her.

 “You let HIM do you? Pfft have some self-respect.”

 “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Hara exclaimed not expecting this interaction to go down this way.

 “Ahh no! It’s not like that.” (Y/N) began explaining, however Hanamiya already released her and was walking over to Hara.

 Hooking a finger into the fold of the blanket he pulled it down so he could see the baby’s face. The moment it was revealed he didn’t know whether to laugh or just be more confused.

 “What the hell? This is a doll!” Hanamiya said with an amused tone. “I knew you couldn’t pull her.” With that he flicked the doll on the cheek only for it to begin screeching again.

 “Hey! This thing records mishandling actions!”

 “Don’t call him a thing!”

 “Okay enough with the misleading conversations, Hara what the hell is happening?”

 “Well (Y/N) is in my health committee and we got paired up. The supervising teacher saw it in some American movie and now we’re stuck with this dumb assignment for the semester. It tracks everything and needs to be fed, burped, changed its honestly like a real baby and its ruining my life!”

 “Ruining your life? Why don’t you tell your captain why I’m here?!”

 “She says I n-”

 “I’ll tell you why I’m here! We’ve had this baby for an entire week and he hasn’t been helping me at all!”

 “That’s not true!”

 “Yes, it is! The only time you lift a finger is when the teacher is around! But other than that you leave him with me the rest of the day and night. You never ask if we can watch him together or if I need a break and offer to take him. No, you just assume that I’ll pull your weight with this project.”

 “Well you are a girl. Isn’t this more natural for you? I mean that’s like your Main purpose in life.”

 “You sexist piece of shit!”

 “Listen! As much as I don’t care, why the hell do you think sticking around here is going to help him take responsibility.” Hanamiya asked looking a little creeped out at the life like doll.

 “Because I know you can’t change some people through kindness…but you can make their lives the eighth circle of hell until you get what you want.” (Y/N) replied with a pout directed at the clearly unhappy Hara.

 Hanamiya was dead silent before nodding.

 “Alright she can stay.”

 “Excuse me!?”

 “Come on Hara how can you possibly abandon the mother of your child?” Hanamiya said snatching the baby away from him and cradling it. “Have some sympathy for a single mother!”

 “We literally break people’s legs!”

 “But not young girls’ hearts!” Hanamiya mocked, sticking his tongue out at the male.

 “Whatever happened to ‘don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’?”

 “Well I would never leave a girl alone to care for my baby. My mama didn’t raise a deadbeat. A fucking psycho asshole, maybe, but no deadbeat.”

 “This is bullshit! You just want to watch me suffer!”

 “Yes! And as much as I want to torture Hara I don’t want this to backfire on myself. So keep that thing from crying, don’t be loud yourself, I don’t babysit, and lastly…”

 Hanamiya looked back at the bleachers to see (Y/N)’s bag sitting there. Anime keychains dangled from every zipper along with patches of favourite characters sewn into the fabric. “You’re an otaku?”

 (Y/N) nodded.

 “Don’t ship any of us or your ass is out of here. Understood?”

 “Perfectly!”

 Hanamiya handed the baby to her before holding his hands out for Yamazaki to throw him the ball. Catching it quickly he motioned for his team to get on the court. Dribbling the ball slowly he turned to (Y/N) once more.

 “By the way did you give it a name?” The male said nodding to the baby.

 “Makoto. But I just call him Mako.”

 “Swimming anime, right?”

 “Why do you know that?” Yamazaki called out but was ignored by his captain.

 “I didn’t name him, Hara did.”

 “Oh…really?”

 “Yeah I said I wanted to give him a cute name and he chose that.”

 “uhhh…”

 “Is something wrong?”

 “That’s…uh… my name.”

 The team heard the exchange and were stifling laughter while Hara looked like he literally wanted to dissolve into the floor.

 “…We aren’t off to a great start with that no shipping rule.”

~~~~~~~

 “How come he never cries with you?!” Hara whisper yelled at his napping teammate. Seto patted the mechanical child laying on his chest and shrugged.

 “Its always asleep when I have it. If you want it to cry I can try to make a basket with him?”

 “Yes!” Yamazaki said perking up from his spot on the bleachers.

 “NO! That witch will string me up to the basketball net if you tried.” Hara mumbled.

 “Witch? You should be lucky you got someone tolerant enough to put up with your shit!” (Y/N) says sneaking up behind Hara and poking her fingers into his sides. “I should have gotten a hot and sweet guy to be partnered with, but I’m stuck with you.”

 The boy jumped but regained himself fast enough to deliver a smack to the girl’s forehead.

 “I’ll have you know girls think I’m extremely handsome.”

 “Your mama doesn’t count.” Hanamiya said while tying his shoes.

 “No but yours does.” Hara quipped not missing the finger Hanamiya threw him. Turning back to (Y/N) he saw her giggling before a thought seemed to pop in her head.

 “You know, I joke but I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen your entire face. What do you guys think?”

 The other five players looked at each other in bewilderment.

 “I can’t say I’ve seen more than this. Any of you?” Furuhashi asked to which he was met with silence.

 “Hey pin your bangs back.” Hanamiya said sitting up straighter and leaning closer.

 “No way! Let’s just drop it.”

 “It’s just your eyes, what are you hiding?” Furuhashi asked curiously.

 “Do you have a lazy eye?” Seto asked seriously.

 “No!”

 “Heterochromia?” Furuhashi asked after thinking for a bit.

 “Come on guys…”

 “Leave him alone, maybe he has super thick eyebrows or something.” Yamazaki said cooly as if he didn’t care about the matter at all.

 “What’s wrong with thick eyebrows?” Hanamiya glared back slowly.

 “Nothing!”

 “NO its nothing like that.”

 “So what’s the reason? Are you a cyclops?” Hanamiya asked taking the baby from Seto out of boredom and bouncing it in his lap.

 “Leave me alooone!”

 “Oof, do you have scars?” (Y/N) asked with an otaku twinkle in her eyes and a sultry dip in her voice.

 “What the fuck? Are you into that? Anyway who cares?” Hara mumbled with his arms crossed.

 “Please! We have a child together and I’ve never even seen your face.” (Y/N) said tugging on his arm.

 “Fine, I’ll show you my eyes and you show me your tits. We do have a child together after all.” Hara said with a nasty smirk on his face that faltered when he saw the girl place a hand to her lips in contemplation.

 “Is she seriously thinking about it!?” Yamazaki exclaimed on behalf of the whole team.

 “I wanna see too.” Furuhashi remarked taking a step closer.

 “His eyes or her chest?” Seto asked suddenly a little more awake.

 “Yes.”

 “Nah I’ll save the flashing for a bigger, better exchange.” (Y/N) said shrugging and taking a seat.

 “So that possibility is still on the table?” Hanamiya asked half joking and half legitimately curious.

 “Surprisingly you managed to bring a girl of interest into this gym, unlike the last one Yamazaki brought in.” Furuhashi remarked to Hara.

 “Hey, I never asked her to come to my practices.” The accused male spoke out with a pout.

 As if suddenly remembering something Hara perks up and turns to the girl.

 “By the way I’ve been meaning to ask why do you keep coming to all of our practices? I thought the whole point was you wanting a break? You’ve been here every day this we-”

 “Did you read that Attack on Titan chapter?” Hanamiya asked suddenly sitting one row above the pair.

 “Of course!” (Y/N) said suddenly putting all her attention on him. It would seem that the two had managed to find a common interest. Hanamiya wasn’t a superfan like her but he appreciated the story.

 “That was a pretty brutal way to go. I thi-”

 “Ahh spoilers!” Yamazaki said clasping his hands over his ears.

 “Read the manga!” Both Hanamiya and (Y/N) shouted out exasperatedly.

 “Oh by the way I brought more sports drinks for you guys.” (Y/N) said digging through her bag producing small bottles along with some snacks. “Furu you said you preferred pears to protein bars right? Seto, I found these coffee flavored protein bars. Hanamiya you didn’t tell me what you like, so choose anything! A pack of gum for Hara and Zaki you’re usually hungry so I brought you a few snacks to choose from.”

 “Ahh you’re the best! I knew Hanamiya made a good choice asking you to stick around.” Yamazaki said reaching for a drink only to stop and cringe at his rambling.

 “You asked (Y/N) to stay?” Hara asked with surprise. “I didn’t think you’d ever actually go and recruit us a manager.”

 “He didn’t ask me to be your manager. More like told me that for being a nuisance the least I could do was help out a bit. I just bring you guys food and run a few errands.”

 “Yeah I mean if she’s already here cause of Mako why not make her more useful?” The captain said with a shrug.

 “It would give me something to do while I’m here an-” (Y/N) stopped as her phone chirped in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out and held a finger up as if to say give her a moment. “Hey lov- Oh I’m just here at practice…umm sure.”

 Placing a hand over the receiver she whispered to the team.

 “I’ll be right back.”

 The guys watched her walk out hearing her conversation fade away.

 “Hey, what can you tell me about (Y/N)?” Yamazaki asked quickly as if it was on the tip of his tongue for a while.

 “What do you mean?” Hara asked skeptically.

 “I mean you don’t mind if I go for her? This whole baby momma thing is just an assignment, right?”

 “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Furuhashi spoke up.

 “What? Why not?”

 “If she’s going to be around for a while dating her may make things awkward.”

 “How!?”

 “Well one nobody wants to see you two making out in here.” Seto stated lazily.

 “And if it doesn’t work out it will cause a bunch of tension. Don’t you think so Hanamiya?” Furuhashi said looking to his captain for approval.

 Hanamiya lifted his hands in a questioning manner.

 “I don’t really care who you do or date. If things get awkward you can both jus-”

 “Umm hey Hara I’ll take Mako back home with me, something came up.” (Y/N) said having jogged back into the gym. Her face appeared a bit flushed as she held her arms out for the baby.

 “You aren’t staying today?” Yamazaki asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

 “No I really need to go.”

 “Well is it an emergency? I don’t like people skipping out on practice.” Hanamiya said shooting her a challenging look. Surprisingly she simply shook her head.

 “I’m sorry but missing one day won’t hurt, right?”

 “Hey, if its an emergency I can call my driver to take you home.” Seto offered.

 “No, I already called my own and he’s coming to get me. Thanks guys!” (Y/N) finally gathered all of her things along with Mako and headed for the exit.

 “Practice starts at the same time tomorrow!” Hanamiya called out to her only her to continue walking as if she hadn’t heard him.

 “What was up with that?” Yamazaki asked with concern laced in his voice.

 “Time of the month maybe?” Hara asked with a shrug.

 “Are you sure it wasn’t serious she left right after that phone call.” Yamazaki pressed on.

 “It’s probably nothing let’s practice.” Hara said standing up and taking a ball out onto the court.

 When nobody moved for a second Hara sighed in frustration.

 “If it was anything serious she wouldn’t have come back in to get Mako. There was probably some anime update or a sale on merch a friend told her about. She’ll be back tomorrow I guarantee you.”

~~~~~

 “It’s been a week and a half. ‘She’ll be back tomorrow.’” Yamazaki mocked Hara as he chased a cherry tomato out of his salad.

 “You’re just mad because you couldn’t ask her out before she ran off.” Hara said rolling his eyes though no one could tell.

 “Wait is that why she left!? Do you think she heard me talking about her and it scared her off?!”

 “I don’t think that’s the case. She’s been ignoring me in class too if it makes you feel any better.” The violet haired teen said sipping from a soda can.

 “That’s actually worse.” Hanamiya spoke absentmindedly drumming his fingers on the table.

 “Who cares? If she doesn’t want to come around then what’s the big deal? She’s making it easier on me to pass this dumbass class project and she didn’t do much for the team. Or were you planning on asking her out too?” Hara directed the question at Hanamiya.

 “What?! No way I called dibs!” The tomato went shooting across the room.

 “’Dibs’. What are we 11 years old?” Furuhashi deadpanned.

 “No, I wasn’t going to ask her out. But when I invite someone into my gym I expect them to be there until I tell them they can leave. You have no clue what’s up with her?”

 “None, maybe she just doesn’t want to be around us. It wouldn’t be the first time and I give her props for lasting so long.”

 “Instead of speculating we can just ask.” Seto offered lifting his head up from the table.

 “I’ve tried she won’t talk to me in class unless its about Mako.”

 “Ask her now. She always hangs out in one of the choir practice rooms during lunch.”

 “How do you know?” Hanamiya lifted a brow at his teammate. Seto looked up at the ceiling for a bit as if mulling over an answer.

 “I don’t know she mentioned it once, I think. Look we can ask and if you don’t like what she has to say at least you have an answer.”

 “Fine lets go.”

 “So what? Five of us are just going to gang up on one girl?” Furuhashi asked wearily. “If she gets scared this could blow up in our faces.”

 “We’re just talking. What’s she going to do call the police?”

 “I’m just saying coming on too strong is going to freak her out.”

 “Well then I’ll talk to her and you guys can hang out in the hall until I clear you!” Yamazaki suggested.

 “That’s actually not a stupid idea but we’re sending Hara.” Hanamiya said thinking it over quickly.

 “Why?!” Both boys exclaimed.

 “(Y/N)’s known Hara longer she’s probably most comfortable around him. Besides he’s the only one of us who would have a reason outside of basketball to talk to her.”

 “No! I’m not begging her to come back!” Hara mumbled.

 “You’re not begging just questioning.” Furuhashi said packing up his lunch box. “If we’re going to catch her we need to leave now.”

 Hara groaned but reluctantly followed his teammates across the campus.

 “So what does she do in the practice room?” Yamazaki asked Seto trying to acquire as much info on her as he could. The tan male pulled his backpack higher up on his back and shrugged uncomfortably.

 “She just screws around on the piano and sings. She’s pretty good.”

 “You’ve heard her sing!? How?! We’ve only known her for a few weeks!” The questioning male pouted slightly.

 “Yeah she gets to basketball practice pretty early and she’s always singing anime openings. I think she figures I’m sleeping or something.”

 “Well now I have to hear her too!”

 “You might get your chance.” Hanamiya mumbled motioning his head to the slightly ajar practice room.

 All five males crowded the door way and peered inside. (Y/N) was sitting in front of the piano with a large pair of earphones on. She appeared to be bopping her head to the music and fiddled around with the piano trying to get a tune just right

 “Okay so do I just wait for her to come out or go in and say I need to talk t-”

 Suddenly the girl found the right keys and caught the boys’ attention as she played a repetitive little tune.

 “That sounds kind of familiar?” Hanamiya questioned racking his brain for where he’d heard the tune. Hara scoffed and crossed his arms.

 “Knowing her otaku ass, it’s probably some anime ope-”

 “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

There’s vomit on sweater already, mom’s spaghetti.”

 The guys had no reaction to their newly acquired half teammate suddenly busting out into a full-blown rap song.

 “You better lose yourself in the music, the moment.

You own it, you better never let it go.

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime!”

 “She’s good and at the same time I feel like this is really wrong.” Yamazaki said with his jaw still slack.

 “Thank you. And it probably feels wrong because you’re spying on me.” The girl at the piano suddenly said as she completed her verse.

 Taking off her earphones she turned to the door with a clear look of frustration. It was only then that Hanamiya felt truly stupid when he realized her earphones hadn’t been plugged into anything.

 “I told the guys you were a pretty good singer, I didn’t realize you were a decent rapper too.” Seto tried to compliment the girl hoping to smooth things over.

 He saw her cheeks flush a deep red but her angry face didn’t soften one bit. Looking away she attempted to move around the group of boys.

 “Thanks. My next class starts in like ten minutes I need to go.”

 “No you don’t.” Hanamiya said grabbing her arm and yanking her back. “We didn’t come all the way down here for you to not talk to us.”

 “What’s there to talk about?”

 “You stopped coming to practice.”

 “I decided it was too hard to take Mako back and forth so it’s easier if I just keep him.”

 “See I told you!” Hara said throwing his hands up in the air. “She doesn’t want to be here so let’s ju-”

 “Now why do I think that’s the most bullshit excuse I’ve ever heard? Oh right because not too long ago I find you in my gym being a fucking crybaby about pulling Hara’s weight, now suddenly you’re saying its easier to do the exact opposite?” The dark-haired male hovered over (Y/N) threateningly.

 “So what if I’m lying or not? I don’t want to go.”

 “Also bullshit because you told me that you loved coming to practice. And see the thing is Kirisaki Daiichi basketball has one big rule; once you’re in you’re not out until you graduate or get kicked out.”

 “Look guys its nothing personal I just can’t be around you.”

 “No come on! Don’t pay attention to the scare tactics just be honest.” Yamazaki said stepping forward. “Are you scared? Is it eating too much time?”

 (Y/N)’s eyes finally softened before she let out a disheartening sigh.

 “It’s my boyfriend.”

 “You have a boyfriend?” Yamazaki asked shocked and slightly disappointed.

 “He says he’s just not comfortable with me being around the team so much.”

 “So what you just do whatever he says?” Seto asked bewildered, (Y/N) didn’t seem like the type

to let someone walk all over her.

 “No but we’ve been together for a long time and he sort of gave me an ultimatum either I stop

hanging around you guys or he would break up with me. And I know how stupid and controlling

that sounds but he honestly just cares.”

 “Well what class does he have right now we can go talk him into letting you do what the hell

you want.” Furuhashi said in a clipped voice.

 “He goes to my old school, Tōō. You might know him, he’s on the basketball team.”

 Hanamiya was sure he misheard. A basketball player from Tōō who didn’t want (Y/N) around

him. The whole ‘I’ll break up with you’ mind game made perfect sense now.

 “I guess that’s it then we might as well leave.” Hanamiya said with a shrug and began walking

away.

 “What? You dragged my ass clear across the school and we’re just leaving?” Hara said looking

100% done with the entire situation.

 “You heard what she had to say. I don’t want someone’s doormat associated with the team.”

 “I’m nobody’s doormat.”

 “Your boyfriend told you who you could and couldn’t hang around with and you jumped at the

snap of his fingers. Don’t kid yourself.”

 “This is one thing. He’s never asked for something like this before. He’s a level-headed calm

cool guy. Sure maybe this is some dark jealous side to him but I can respect him enough to hear

him out.”

 “Well you heard him out and what did he say? That we’re dangerous? Have we hurt you in any

way?”

 “…No.”

 “Then use your own fuckin brain to think for yourself. He says we’re dangerous but you

know we aren’t. Doesn’t your experience mean more than his assumption?” Hanamiya smirked

at the girl knowing she would have nothing else to say.

 “If you like spending time with us just tell him that! You’re allowed to have guy friends and now

that we know you have a boyfriend, we won’t make any moves on you.” The orange haired

teammate said with a friendly smile.

 “I don’t know, Zaki.”

 “Come on, he isn’t actually going to break up with you. If anything, he’ll be glad you stood up

for yourself.” Hanamiya said urging her on.

 (Y/N) looked around at the guys questioningly before nodding. She had bailed on them without

notice and it hadn’t been sitting right in her stomach that her boyfriend asked her to not be

friends with the team. She’d heard horror stories and knew that their personalities were

difficult. But so was Aomine’s and her boyfriend seemed to tolerate him just fine.

 “You’re all right. I’m going to call him right now and tell him that I’m staying part of the

basketball team or hanging out, whatever the hell I was doing before. Excuse me for a moment.”

The girl said as she walked into a nearby room with her phone already dialed.

 Hanamiya let out a chuckle followed by a content hum before walking towards the exit.

 “You aren’t going to wait for her?” Hara asked skeptically.

 “No, why would I?” A familiar tone echoed from the captain’s mouth.

 “You’re not actually letting her back on the team, are you?” Furuhashi asked though his tone sounded as if he already knew the answer.

 “Seriously? All these mind games got me fucked up here. Do we want her back or not?” Hara asked smoothing his fringe down.

 “Of course not. Maybe before she pulled this weak ass shit on me, I would have considered keeping her around but now? She’s dead to me.”

 “Come on, dead to you? Seriously?” Seto asked with his hand up in a questioning manner. Leaning over to Hanamiya he whispered to him, “Didn’t you want to ask her to be our manager or something? We actually really need one of those.”

 “Yeah and? We’ll find another, dumb girls like her are a dime a dozen at this school.”

 “You’re not really going to do that to her, are you?” Yamazaki asked with wide eyes.

 “Why not? She’s flaked on us once. Turn your back on me and I turn my back on you. She will end up leaving again when her stupid boyfriend asks, so why give her that chance?”

 “So, now I have no boyfriend and no team.” A cracked voice came from behind the group of boys. The tears running down her face had clearly already been there prior but there was no doubt that they were building more so now. “You’re right though. Sorry for wasting you guys’ time.”

 (Y/N) wiped her eyes, walked up to a locker to retrieve her bag before powerwalking out the music building.

 “I kinda feel like an asshole.” Seto said watching as the girl disappeared before something in the practice room caught his attention.

 “Yeah that’s probably not a new feeling.” Hara said not sure what else to do in this situation.

 “Wow this was a MAJOR dick move.” Yamazaki cringed to himself.

 “I didn’t think Imayoshi would actually break up with her.” Furuhashi said a little stunned as well.

 Hanamiya had an unreadable expression on his face. Almost as if he’d expected everything yet was still thrown off. The team saw him close his eyes and run a hand through his hair.

 “Shiiiit.”

 “To make matters worse, she left Mako in the practice room. I should probably go give him ba-”

 Before Seto could finish or Hara could take the baby, Hanamiya scooped him up and started sprinting outside.

 “Do you think he’s going to apologize?” Seto asked uncertainly.

 “I doubt it but I won’t risk missing it on the off chance he does.” Furuhashi said taking off just as quickly.

 The rest of the team followed.

 Outside Hanamiya saw the wind blowing through the many cherry blossom trees this bougie ass school had planted all over the ground. Pink petals drifted down slowly but through it he could see (Y/N) sitting on a bench not too far away.

 As he drew closer he slowed his steps. (Y/N) seemed to notice him but had no reaction.

 “You forgot Mako.” Hanamiya said handing him to her, which she willingly took.

 “Thanks.”

 The wind was the only sound between the pair for a few tense seconds.

 “I didn’t think your boyfriend was going to break up with you. I didn’t think you’d let him, I assumed you were just gonna do whatever he asked.”

 “The funny thing is that neither did I. We’d only been dating a little while, but I thought we were perfect for each other. I didn’t think something like this would be what ended it. I mean I never get jealous. You should see the girl on Tōō’s team. She’s smart, gorgeous, killer figure and friendly but I never said a single thing because I trust him but I guess he doesn’t trust me. I mean it’s not like I’m on a team with Kise Ryouta.”

 “You’re saying none of us are as good looking as Kise?” Hanamiya asked with a straight face which caused (Y/N) to actually crack a smile.

 “You know what I mean. I thought he was my forever. It just wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

 “Yeah well it is this way so suck it up and move on. I wanted you as manager because I you seemed stronger than this.”

 “But you said-”

 “I was obviously joking. I thought you had a pretty thick skin when I first met you, don’t tell me you’re secretly a wuss.”

 “I’m not. It’s just, I guess after what happened with-”

 “Get up and get over it. I’m sure you’ll get over your shitty highschool boyfriend.”

 (Y/N) was standing in front of Hanamiya finally looking at him with dry eyes.

 “I won’t baby you and neither will anyone else. You need to be as strong as any of the guys. I won’t have people talking shit about anyone on my team.”

 “On the team? Really?”

 “Don’t get sentimental on me either. We need a manager. You’ve dealt with all the shitty paperwork for the school and logging practice hours with the least annoying side effects. Plus, we just unintentionally talked you into ending a long-term relationship, you can’t find that kind of gullible-”

 “I’m not gullible!”

 “Okay whatever. Point is you’re easy.” Seeing a heated look rise in her face Hanamiya backtracked just a bit. “Not what I meant. Look you’re an easy person to be around, we don’t find many people that are compatible with us on your level. But if you become inconvenient or start stressing me out there’s no reason to keep you around got it?”

 “You’re an ass but yeah I do.”

 “I know and good.”

 (Y/N) smiled at her new captain and he stared down at her with his usual hard cold eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched softly before a gentle breeze blew several pink petals into his face.

 “What fresh hell is this?” Hanamiya grumbled spitting away the petal stuck to his lip.

 “Achoo! I really need to get inside. Achoo! I have the- Achoo!- worst allergies to pollen and Achoo! You know what let’s just go!” The young woman managed to get out between her sneezing fit.

 Hanamiya was busy swiping the pink layers of Satan out of his face and picking them from his hair that he didn’t realize his team was standing not too far from them.

 Once all of them were back inside the four teammates couldn’t help but stifle laughs at their captain and new manager.

 Somehow the petals got all over Hanamiya and (Y/N)’s nose and eyes had gone bright red.

 “I can’t believe you’re our new manager!” Yamazaki said excitedly to (Y/N) who finally stopped her sneezing fit.

 “I know I’m really excited.”

 “I’m sure you are. Being the only girl it’s gonna be like having your own reverse harem.” The orange haired male said with a large grin.

 “This would be the worst harem ever. You guys are all the same archetype.” (Y/N) said with a small laugh.

 “What does that mean?” Hara asked, still not as knowledgeable about anime.

 “You guys are all the bad boy type. Then again a harem with all bad boys could be fun.”

 “What’s she talking about?” Furuhashi whispered to Hara.

 “I have no clue.” He whispered back with a shrug.

 “I guess this makes me an anime protagonist!” (Y/N) said smiling.

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Monsters

Reaper’s doomsday threatens to destroy the entire city of Phoenix. Rangers rush to stop him for a final, bloody confrontation. Catastrofiend seeks a second round with Awan.

Next part of @kruk-art ‘s Awan Cormac’s fanfic!

Enjoy! 

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“Good evening,” Reaper says holding a mic. “Good evening everyone, how are you liking the party now? Pretty good, am I right? It’s good to be able to address the creme and crop of the West Coast’s corporate world” he says. 

You struggle with the impulse to shoot Reaper right now, and instead, keep moving to the side. You know better... 

It is hard to make way, engulfed by a sea of terrified civilians trying to figure out what’s going on as this skeletal man that has just killed one of their own starts the opening of a typical villain monologue. 

You’re not sure if it’s just the wardrobe or the much deeper tone he’s using, but he sounds like the physical manifestation of death right now, and it’s very demoralizing.  

According to your instructors, your main objective now would be to get into the best spot to get a clear shot at the enemy the moment your team leader orders it. Team leader... That would be Ortega right now in your mind, even if you’re not a ranger proper. 

At the corner of your eyes, you catch a glimpse of a couple of guards rushing towards the stage as you anticipated. You stop to study what kind of countermeasure Reaper’s planned to stop them. It’s pretty obvious the villain would have something prepared for this eventuality in a plan this complex. Still, you never know, right? Maybe it all backfires and he gets arrested on the spot?. That would be fun! 

You watch with anticipation as they start approaching Reaper who doesn’t even turn to them… And there it goes. They stumble on their feet and fall flat, their powered carapace armors malfunctioning as one, the joints releasing smoke and the stench of burnt circuits. A quick glance reveals the same is true for every other guard in the room. Also, more importantly, all the dampeners go down simultaneously.

“I’m afraid we will have none of that, my fellows” Reaper goes on “My AI system Charon has taken full control of the network that connects every system in this facility, including your mercenaries armors. I just have to thank your wonderful management for outsourcing most computer systems to my company” he adds dusting off his skeletal hands “It made my infiltration today a lot easier, yes, thank you for that.” 

If his AI took over all the systems that means he could overhear your intercoms. You send a mental suggestion to the woman next to Ortega, making her tap his shoulder before unconsciously pointing at you and each of the other rangers in the room, letting him know where everyone is. Having a telepath on the team is good for stuff like that.

Ortega quickly catches on because it’s not the first time you pull something this weird on him, and he gestures for you all to fan out and surround the enemy, a command you quickly pass onto all of your team with wordless thoughts. 

Sunstream and Steel move on to opposite ends of the room, while you waddle through the crowd to do the same with a hand to your gun’s grip, so that makes you three the shooters. Anathema, Elyise, Sentinel, and Ashfall remain now hidden in the crowd to intercept him. All four have powers that could prevent Reaper’s death touch, so it’s a pretty solid plan, at least in your mind. 

“Have you gone mad? What do you want from us?!” A woman asks. You recognize her as one of the company’s most priced Geneticists, Dr. Laverne. You read about her in a magazine, she developed the energy source in the Arcology.

“What do I want, you ask, Dr. Laverne? Well, to begin with, I’d like you all to have a taste of your own poison. Charon, proceed” he commands as he adjusts something to his face. A gas mask? Yes. Oh shit...

Ventilation shafts open up into the ceiling, making everyone look up which soon proves to be a mistake. Columns of dark brown gas descend rapidly upon the crowd, engulfed everyone into the acrid stench of the cloud outside. He must have disconnected the air purifiers, and started pumping the poisonous air directly inside. 

The people around you immediately cover their mouths and eyes, entering coughing fits, and you have to hold onto a wall while you adjust your gas mask not to fall into it as well. 

“W... What are you…?” Laverne coughs heavily, as reaper comes down the stage, walking up to her. “Why are you doing this? This is … my life’s… work. We are protecting the people in here” she says trying to stand to him.

“You, who have built this monstrosity... You, who are literally throwing a party while everyone outside is poisoned... You call this protection?”

“Not true… this… project is open… open to everyone!” she protests

“Everyone who can pay, you mean. Your greed has blinded all of you. You praise yourselves in having brought a handfull of powered heroes to the world, while your product kills thousands who try to live the dream... But it ends now. I’m not only funneling the cloud into the living spaces of this Arcology. It’s going straight into the power plant’s core, Dr. Laverne.”

The fear that creeps into her brain upon his words is hard to miss, even at this distance, in a room full of terrified people.

“J-just stop… we can… we can do whatever you want. We can offer you anything just...” she tries to negotiate under the gas

“Please doctor, I wouldn’t have gotten this far if all I wanted was extortion. The biomorphic fungi abomination you engineered is a truly remarkable lifeform.  It resists extreme temperatures, toxins of all kinds, and more importantly, grows incessantly while generating and metabolizing hero drugs turning the reaction into power. Quite brilliant I must say. Well, as it turns out, the toxic waste poisoning the city’s sky just happens to be the fungi’s ideal feeding ground. Now that it’s entering the core, the creature must be growing at a rapid pace, don’t you think?  It will soon overgrow its containment unit… Charon believes once it’s free it will grow through the whole Arcology exterior, maybe the whole city. Perhaps it can turn the entire cloud into hero drugs, given enough time.”

“You are mad! You will destroy the entire city! You will kill hundreds of thousands!”

“I’ve thought of it too, Doctor… but the thing is… isn’t it worth it to sacrifice one city if it means the whole country will realize the danger that your corporations represent? What lack of all regulation truly means? There won’t be any way for them to still support the economic free-zone and lack of all regulations after this.”

“Please.. You can’t do this!”

“Oh but I can. I am the Reaper, and you Dr. Laverne, you will die. You will ALL die. Want to escape?” he asks turning to a few executives rushing to the door “Be my guest of course, but remember, there’s a riot outside. I finally found a use for Psychopathor, and let me tell you, he’s already surrounded the whole building and the people are MAD. If you somehow manage to make it out, you will be torn to pieces on the streets.” 

By now, there is general chaos, as everyone rushes to the exits. Reaper raises his scythe to strike at Laverne… 

“I am the Reaper, and I have come for your sou…-”

“NOW!” Ortega says giving the signal. 

 You draw your gun and take two shots. You can see Sunstream sending a golden beam, while Steel’s activates his plasma rifle at the same time. 

Sunstream’s beam hits instantly, producing a flash of heat, followed by the explosive plasma blast from Steel’s cannon and your blasts at roughly the same time.  Anathema’s times his jump along with you and is now holding Dr. Laverne, safely out of Reaper’s reach. 

For one, hopeful, brief instant, you’re sure you’ve got him… But your mind quickly realizes the truth. 

“Watch out, he’s still in there!” you say trough your intercom

“How?! We just blasted him!” Sunstream asks.

As the cloud starts to dissipate, Reaper laughter cackles through the room.

“Now this is a surprise... Rangers! I expected you to be outside fighting Psychopathor… Well, I must admit this is awkward… I’m not used to being on the baddies side. Was it too much monologuing?”

“Simply the worst” Charge says standing up to whatever’s left to him. “Now please surrender”

“I think I’ll pass... It’s a bit too soon for that, don’t you think?” 

You begin to make out his figure, walking out of the mist. He looks unscathed, but translucent, glowing with white light. Shit, you’ve seen this before at the farm! So that’s why he had invisible skin…

“Everyone, be careful! He’s boosted twice! Those must be some sort of intangibility power!” 

“Shit, so he kills on touch and we can’t even touch him?” Anathema asks. 

“Yeap. Couldn’t possibly be worse” you say, immediately regretting the choice of words. 

“Alright Rangers, let’s do this. Let’s have this little fight. But what is a Halloween party without a proper monster? Charon, please do close the doors so we can keep our partygoers here for the main attraction. Oh, and while at it...  take over the speakers, and play... hmm… the Monster Mash?. I always enjoyed a classic when working on Halloween.”

“Main attraction? What do you mea…?” Ortega asks. 

Too late. The sudden strain of nausea, pain, and rage makes your vision blur, forcing you to stop in your tracks.  You lift your gaze, and manage to get a glimpse of it, falling onto you from one of the shafts. You get just enough warning to dive to the side, as it’s blades slice the man to your left instead of you. 

Catastrofiend lands where you had just been standing roaring, it’s eyes glaring straight into your yours. It raises its blades, ready to strike. 

It hasn’t forgotten it was you who shot it last time, and whatever it is you did, the fiend didn’t like it. It wants to pay you back. A quick scan reveals none of your allies is close enough to help you right now. 

Everyone who survived that night had their own version of the events, but the one thing all witnesses agreed on is that Reaper sang along with that stupid song the whole time. You still have nightmares about it.

Catastrofiend, smiles, before leaping straight at you. 

Shit.

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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[iamrheaspeaks]

High Heels Pt.2

Erik x OC! (Thea)

Bold Italics: Inner Dialogue

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warning: Angst

A/N: Okay loves, this picks up where the time jump left off in Part 1. Hopefully you guys don’t hate me too much after this chapter. As always lightly proofread/ edited. Enjoy 💋

Part 3

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Previously: Erik’s eyes glued to the condensation rolling off an untouched water glass on the table as he tried to contain his own tears. “I love you Thea”.

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Thea’s POV:

When Thea exited the restaurant she was met with an angry Shay, quietly chastising someone on the phone about fucking something up and a brooding Malachi. “I’m sorry you two. My assistant double booked me and I have to be clear across town in–” Shay paused looking down at her watch before gritting through her teeth with a forced smile, “35 minutes”.

“Don’t stress. I should rest a little anyway”, Thea assured her.

Shay just shook her head as she hugged them both before adding, “I’ll stop by the hotel a little later. Again, I’m really sorry” Shay pouted.

“Girl if you don’t stop! This was a pop up visit anyway, do what you gotta do.”

Malachi interjected, “Speaking of pop ups, we gonna discuss the one you just had?”

Anyone who cared to be looking on would’ve been none the wiser meanwhile Shay didn’t have to hear anything else to know where this was headed. Instantly catching the hint of jealousy in Malachi’s voice she was suddenly thankful for her assistant’s fuck up. Shay, briefly pulling Thea into another hug whispers “Looks like we both got some shit to handle”.

Not wanting to take the chance this conversation was going exactly how she expected Thea got Malachi to hold off until they got back to the privacy of their hotel room. The silence of the short car ride was much appreciated so she could collect her thoughts about literally everything that just transpired. Malachi had never formally met, spoken or seen Erik before today but everything about their brief encounter had his head running a mile a minute. “Did this nigga real just–? And what was with that greeting? Does she still love him? Princess? She practically begged me to leave.” Normally Thea would be the one to try and coax him out of his thoughts but she was stuck in the same predicament. Completely wrapped up in her own thoughts, feelings stirring up bits and pieces off the floor of her mind like dust in a breeze. “Why do I feel so anxious? I don’t even understand where all this jealousy is coming from. You did kinda dismiss him for ‘That Ex’. I mean? Did I? Damn! I guess I kinda did…”

Back in the room they continued to just exist in each other’s space not talking. The turbulence inside Thea’s head dissipated immediately when Malachi’s voice sliced through the deafening silence of the room. He inhaled deeply as he turned his body to the side cocking a leg further up on the mattress as he faced her. That one simple combination of actions let Thea know that this was going to go one of two ways. Either it would start heated with every word exchanged after adding oxygen, fuel, and wood to the fire or they’d hash it all out ‘Honesty Hour’ style. No questions to go unanswered and them slowly regressing out of anger having gotten shit out on the table. She was really hoping for the latter, if not for hers than the baby’s sake.

“So. What was so private that you couldn’t talk about it in front of Shay and I?”

“Nothing that I haven’t already expressed. I told you if I got the chance I wanted to apologize to Erik. How was I supposed to know it’d actually happen on this trip?”

“Then you should’ve been able to say it in front of everyone.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Thea snapped. “That’s not how you apologize for something like that.”

“The apology means the same no matter whose there.” Malachi deadpanned.

Thea sat up as straight as she could making the heel of her palms dig into her thighs just above the knee. Tapping her foot on the floor before standing up. Thea marveled “You’re really mad at me because I wanted to apologize in my own way?”

“Your way” Malachi parroted making quote marks in the air with his fingers like a child, “makes no sense.”

Looking down to her belly starting to block the view of her feet now, Thea screwed her eyes shut and filled her lungs before clapping her hands together in front of her repeatedly as she spoke. “If you weren’t there when I broke up with him then WHY THE FUCK would I want you there when I apologized?! Like do you fucking hear yourself right now?”

Malachi’s next words made Thea’s ears burn and anger peak to dangerous levels, “Could’ve just said your peace as a response to one of the many messages he was sending you.”

Erik was persistent as hell in the beginning right after the breakup. It was like non-stop one-way communication. Though it was normally limited to Instagram messages and random texts with nothing but song titles accompanied by the artist name. “Wait?” Thea mulled over the irony of what’s unfolding. “You went through my messages?”

“Yeah I did! How else was I gonna know, well anything. You never talk about any of it. I know you, you cant just cut people off like you think you can.”

“I never answered any of the messages. Not once! They just stopped! What more do you need?” Malachi’s surfacing trust issues were pissing off Thea more than anything else.

“Tell me you don’t love him!” Malachi demanded.

Erik’s POV:

Once he felt her presence slink away from him Erik lightly shook his head before gathering himself and walking over to his own table. He sat there drumming his fingertips against the edge of the empty table as he watched Shay hug Thea and Malachi. Stepping out of the hug the two women exchange a few more words before attention turned to the man among them. From this angle Erik could see Thea rapidly tapping her thumb and ring fingers together behind her back. It was a tick she had from when she was little, it helped her relax and calm her thoughts. Kind of having the same effect as popping a rubber band on your wrist. As the thought hit Erik to get up and check if she was all right the men he was meeting with arrived. After greeting them Erik turned back towards the entrance to catch another glimpse, but they were gone.

Throughout the entire meeting it was clear Erik wasn’t fully present. Barely eating any of his food as he picked through it. Everything about seeing Thea was throwing him off. She became very private on social media really only posting plates of food, work memes and the occasional selfie. Never showing anything below the small arrow pendant she wore around her neck. Thea’s nuptials to Malachi were common knowledge thanks to mutual friends but seeing her pregnant had him lost for words. Erik knew he should be happy for her but above all else he was hurt it wasn’t him Thea was with. His baby she was carrying. More so, Erik was mad at himself because he knew it was ultimately his fault.

The sudden buzzing from his phone in his pants pocket cemented Erik back into his surroundings. He was about to ignore it until it buzzed again and again and again. Having gained interest in what the notifications could be Erik excused himself from the table. Coming to sit down on a bench by the bathrooms Erik opened his phone to a series of texts from a number he didn’t have saved. It was the address to a hotel just outside of town followed by a series of messages.

–Thea won’t calm down enough to let me in or tell me what happened and Malachi stormed off.

–Come fix this shit Erik.

–NOW!

Earlier consumed by the thought of being face to face with Thea again meant that Erik never took into account that the dynamics of her relationship with Malachi was different than theirs had been. He never realized the ripple effect that that would set into motion. Erik shot back two words before getting up from where he was seated to make his way to the hotel.

–Say less

Back at the Hotel:

Thea is sitting on the floor of the bathroom in her suite with her back against the locked door. Shay eventually came to her senses and stopped banging on the door demanding entry. Wanting to give Shay some form of communication Thea started patting her lap and the floor around her before realizing she didn’t have her phone. But still not quit ready to be in anyone else’s presence Thea just sat there rubbing her belly with one hand trying to coax her little one to move. At the same time repeatedly stroking the arrow pendent she never took off. Letting her mind wander to how she acquired it. When they were together she’d seen some stupid text post about the symbolism between arrows and the difficulties of life. Thea lowly chuckled to herself as she remembered annoying the fuck out of Erik with that damn quote. Every time he complained about something backfiring Thea would bring it up. So Erik thought it be a cute idea to materialize it for her. An arrow can only be shot forward by being pulled back.

Meanwhile, Shay frustrated with the negative turn this day had taken has been pacing the hallway waiting for either Malachi to come back or Erik to show up, hoping both actions didn’t collide. Secretly Shay knew which would win if they showed up at the same time. Shay’s phone buzzed again in her hand providing her answer.

–Room number

–1302

Finally catching sight of Erik down the hall a few minutes later, “Bout damn time!” Shay proclaimed throwing her hands up.

“Hello to you too Shay. Again. What’s––”

Cutting Erik off, “All I know is when I got here from my double booking I could hear them arguing from the lobby. I got to the door right as Malachi swung it open and stormed out. She’s been locked up in the bathroom ever since.”

“She won’t come out for you?” Erik half chuckled remembering a time when the shoe was on the other foot.

“You think I woulda text you if she did?” Shay sneered with hand on hip. “Her pregnancy is high risk Erik, she can’t be under this kinda stress.” Erik stared blankly at Shay before looking back at the bathroom door. Her admission hurt as much to hear as he imagined it was for her to say. Erik rapped the knuckle of his middle finger against the door to gain Thea’s attention.

Thea’s POV:

It wasn’t until Thea heard his voice that she slid back from the door a little unlocking it. Cracking the door open and sticking her hand out for him to take as he walked in before shutting it again. “Hello princess” Erik echoed his greeting from earlier sitting down in the darkness beside Thea. She let out a shaky breath as she changed positions putting her head in his lap, his fingers gliding up and down the base of her skull as a means of comfort. Her playful curls swallowing his fingers in nostalgia while effectively calming Thea back to a steady heartbeat.

Thea audibly chuckled, “Muscle memory.”

“What bout it?”

Thea cupped Erik’s hand with her own, “Its why you couldn’t help but rub the back of your head when you seen me today.”

Erik just hummed in response and Thea wasn’t sure if he was feigning ignorance or truly hadn’t put the two together. “It’s the last place I touched you before today. The body’s way of consolidating a task that’s repeated over time. Normally in reference to completing an action but I think it works it this case too.” Thea paused to smile to herself, taking her attention from Erik to the baby as it started to move further calming her nerves. She hadn’t felt any movement since returning to the hotel.

“Thea what happened?” Erik pondered.

“Does it matter?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

Erik’s response was halted by the sound of someone banging loudly on the door. Thea could hear Malachi screaming as he pounded on it. Thea groaned as she finally went to stand and mentally prepare to leave the security of the bathroom and its peaceful darkness. Not liking the vibe that Malachi was giving off and wanting to help maintain Thea’s calm state Erik hopped up after her. Gently squeezing her shoulders before dropping his hands as she opened the door. The way Malachi’s face distorted at the sight of Erik made him look beastly.

“What the fuck he doing here?”

“Cleaning up your mess!” Erik countered using his body as a barrier so Thea could fully exit the bathroom.

“Fuck you nigga!” Malachi whined shoving Erik while his back was turned. Being caught off guard his body careened forward into Thea before Erik could slam his palm against the wall and catch his footing.

Once he found his feet Erik whipped around facing Malachi. “Yo! The fuck is wrong wit you?”

Thea stumbled away from the wall arms out to aid in regaining her balance from Erik crashing into and pinning her against the wall. Sucking the air back into her lungs so hard and fast it burned. Looking down her eyes dilating as her hands flew to her stomach letting out a blood-curdling scream. Whispering no over and over again as tears began to burn her eyes sending blazing trails down her cheeks. At the sound of her scream Erik quickly turned back to once over Thea but Shay was already standing in front of her. So hyper focused on Malachi he never seen Shay move around them. Her keen eye having zeroed in on the growing red spot on the cream colored carpet before her ears even registered Thea’s screaming. Shay looked beyond her friend’s trembling frame to the two men behind her. They all just stood there frozen in horror for a few moments, none of them knowing what to say. Until just like at the restaurant Shay was the first to find her voice. Stroking Thea’s arms she uttered, “I–I think it’ll be best if the two of you leave.”

Shay’s voice propelled Thea out of the daze she was stick in and something snapped within her. Thea’s bloody hand flew back gripping his wrist tight before she verbally objected Shay’s demands. Voice still hoarse from screaming, “Erik, stay.” She didn’t have to be facing him to know that Malachi was going to attempt to challenge her request. Thea raised her other hand to silence him before finally turning around. Erik and Malachi alike display a look of horror as both of them register the magnitude of the situation. Thea knew that the only thing keeping Erik and Shay from reacting was her seemingly fragile state. Her breathing mirroring Shay’s and her tiny fingers keeping their death grip on Erik’s wrist. The messy bun atop her head disheveled leaving stray pieces of hair to hang in her face. Eyes red and puffy from crying. Snapping her fingers Thea drew their attention away from the blood soaked fabric that used to be her dress. Its white hue rapidly widening into a now crimson red. Thea locked eyes with Malachi before stammering, “I–I promise you. There is no-nothing. Not one thing you could possibly say right now to f–fix this.”

“Thea I–“ Malachi started.

Turning her back to him again, “Just leave” Thea whispered.

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[starwarringavengers]

Say My Name - Lance Tucker x Reader

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader 

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, don’t come in someone without permission? (dont be like lance)

Summary: “She” (you) is L.A. Times’ golden child - star reporter and former friend of Lance Tucker. After they spend two nights together at the Games, she shows up out of the blue at Lance’s gym while he’s coaching. And he finds that he really enjoys her company. 

“Lance Tucker,” Lance is used to people saying his name. They say it all damn day - at the gym, on the radio, on the news, plastered all over the inside of ESPN magazines. But it’s the same voices every day. It’s never that voice.

Lance holds up a hand to Maggie, letting her know he’ll be back. When she catches sight of the woman behind him, she seems to roll her eyes a little. Carefully, Lance turns around to face her.

Ah, there she is. Same damn disarming smile and perfect skin. If he had the heart to say he had a favorite fuck, it would be her. Maybe it’s because when they finally did fuck, it felt like some little piece of his life had fallen into place. Lance does not pine for people. He lets them come to him. But her? Damn, he would’ve chased her until he caught her.

She smiles at him, aware now that she’s got his attention.

“Well, well, well,” he begins. “Look who it is. Reporter extraordinaire,” Her smile grows a little bit as she moves off her perch against the wall to greet him. Despite himself, Lance tugs her in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Long time no see, Lance,” She greets, her voice honey-sweet just like the smile she gives him.

“What are you doing here?” Lance asks, nodding his head around the gym. She shrugs.

“I was in the area. Thought I’d stop by,” she tells him with a grin.

“Taking a little break from breaking the biggest news to L.A. to visit an old friend?” Lance questions and she laughs, like a bell, and it fills the gym.

“An old friend, Lance? I’m not sure I’ve ever referred to us as friends,” Ah, he loves that wit and take-no-bullshit attitude she’s always had.

“You wound me,” He tells her. “I’d say we’re friends.”

“Well, would a friend have time for some coffee today, then?” She asks, eyes light.

“I’d say if you’re friends with the guy, yeah, he might have time for some coffee,” Lance states, taking his sunglasses from the front of his shirt and slipping them on as she rolls her eyes. “Maggie! Dominique! Go take naps or do some schoolwork or some shit. See you tomorrow. Don’t be late,” Lance yells at the two girls, who go, glaring, back into the locker room.

“They both look great,” She says, nodding to the disappearing gymnasts. “Maggie was Greggory’s girl, right?”

“Yeah, d’you hear about that fucking fiasco?” Lance asks, and she only hums, sliding her own sunglasses on. “C’mon, cars out front.”

Lance watches as she slides into the Porsche, her long legs tucking up into the passenger's seat and shit why can’t Lance keep his fucking cool? I mean, he’s fucked women hotter than her.

Has he though?

She watches him as he drives out of the corner of her eye, trying not to linger too long on the way his hands wrap around and slide down the steering wheel. It’s fucking pornographic, the way his body moves.

Look, she’s a big time reporter for the L.A. Times, she’s their god damn golden child, and she’s had the pleasure of hanging out with a lot of hot men - everybody from young entrepreneurs, sports celebrities, regular celebrities, but fuck if she can’t stop thinking about those two nights she spent in Lance’s hotel room at the Games two years ago. She’d only gone because she was quite literally around the corner from the gym, working on a story, and she’d had a break between interviews so she figured she’d go check it out. And she’d seen Lance standing there in his red, white and blue tracksuit, looking like the dutiful coach. If there was one thing she could say about Lance, it’s that despite the fact that he loves the spotlight, he knows when it’s not his turn to be in it. At least when it comes to the girls he coaches.

As they pull up to the Starbucks around the corner from the gym, Lance glances sideways at her. Her hand is out the window, fingers fluttering in the warm wind. The sun is hitting the angles of her face in all the prettiest spots.

They trained together for a while when they were younger - she even won a few medals at qualifying competitions. She was a gifted gymnast, lithe and so graceful, but then it seemed like as soon as she started to really get good, she stopped. And it’s a damn shame. They could’ve been the hottest fucking thing in gymnastics. Gold medal couple, literally. Some people’s hearts just aren’t in it, Lance guesses. She’s gained back some of the weight that gymnastics takes from women at that young an age, and she’s curvier now. In all the places that Lance likes to touch.

Now though, he keeps his hands mostly to himself as he gets out of the car and jogs around to let her out, offering his hand to her. She takes it lightly and slinks out of the car, never stumbling despite those high heels on her feet. Lance likes gymnasts, but he really likes the way these business women dress. He’s partial to the heels.

“What can I get ya?” Lance asks her as they peruse over the menu.

“I asked you to coffee, so what might I get you?” She shoots back with a little smile. Tall glass of you.

Lance sighs to himself.

“Every time I’m feeling like being a gentleman, you are the one who makes it all backfire,” He jokes, only to hear the little peal of laughter she lets out. Luckily she’s too busy reading her order off the wall that she doesn’t see when he hands the barista cash until it’s too late. She scowls at him but thanks him anyway, and they head over to sit at an empty table in the corner of the room.

“So, talk to me. How’s the big, wide world of reporting treating you?” Lance asks. “Ya look good,” He can’t help but tell her, because she does. It’s clear she makes good enough money, because her hair is done and she’s got nice shoes and a damn nice little dress on.

“Well,” She begins, taking a sip out of her straw. Lance watches as her lips close around it, biting back a growl. “It’s a lot of fun. I get to meet a lot of interesting people.” She tells him. “Are you still enjoying coaching?”

They fall into an easy conversation. Lance likes to talk, that’s not secret, but she was definitely made for reporting. She just lets him talk. Makes him, actually, because she just stares at him with those big eyes and here he is trying to fill the silence and telling her things he’s never even come up with words for until this moment. They sit there in that Starbucks for at least an hour and a half, and Lance leaves realizing he hasn’t learned anything new about her. So he invites her to dinner.

“Out? Like, in the city? Or at your house?” She asks him, shaking her cup so the ice rattles.

“Let’s do it at my place,” He tells her, and then wants to smack himself for his choice of words. But she doesn’t seem to mind, because she gives him a grin.

Halfway through dinner, Lance is contemplating launching himself across the table and trying to figure out how fast he could rip that little black dress off her body. She keeps crossing her legs over each other, and Lance is getting uncomfortable with how attracted he is to her. And he’s fucked her before. So it’s saying something.

“You know, that wine we had in your hotel room at the Games was delicious, but I’ve never been able to find it again,” She’s saying, taking a slow bite of her food.

“That’s because it’s only made and sold in Italy,” Lance wags his eyebrows at her, thinking of something else that was certainly just as delicious. “I think I’ve got another bottle in here somewhere, though,” He states, getting up and opening the liquor cabinet, indeed locating a single bottle of the Masseria Li Veli Valdana Malvina Aleatico Passito way back in the cabinet. He pulls it out and grins, grabbing two glasses and a cork opener.

“Cheers,” Lance says when they toast, not to anything specifically, but he’s sure toasting to the way her lips wrap around the edge of the wine glass, coming away tinged a little darker from the wine. Lance waves her over to the balcony and they stand there, overlooking the city as the sky darkens over them. She watches the city and Lance watches her. It’s inevitable at this point, the way he’s pretty sure their night is going to end, he’s just waiting for the moment to take shape.

It does when she turns to him and gives him a sly little smile, finishing off her wine with a long sip. When she brings the glass down Lance takes his chance and steps in, hand reaching up to tangle in her hair and lips finding hers. He tries to be sort of gentle at first, mouthing at the skin behind her ear and breathing in the scent of her perfume until it positively intoxicates him.

Lance’s reputation proceeds him most of the time. He’s hasn’t been with nearly as many women as the rumors like to imply. And even less lately - he’s been preoccupied with training, that it’s been a minute since he’s indulged himself. Lance isn’t sure she really cares. Maybe she does and she’s just not letting it on, but either way, if she’s going to let him have her he’s not going to speak, for fear of fucking it up. He really likes her - she’s got spunk and personality and attitude that makes her so damn intriguing to him. Kissing her is hot. She makes these little breathy moans when he sucks on her bottom lip, arm coming up to wrap around her and feel for that perfect ass. Her free hand twines in his hair and shit, they’ve gotta get inside before he accidentally shatters two wine glasses and fucks her for all of L.A. to see.

Lance reluctantly breaks his lips from hers and tugs her roughly back into the penthouse, placing their wine glasses as gently as he possibly can onto the table before picking her up and hoisting her onto his hips. Her dress slides up and Lance hooks one arm under her ass and appreciates how smooth and soft the skin of her thigh is. She’s gotta be doing some sort of something related to gymnastics or dancing still - there’s no way the strength in her fucking thighs is just from the leg press.

Lance navigates them through the dark space, locating his bedroom with his hand now palming her breast and mouth on her neck. She growls a little bit and yanks on his hair.

“Two nights wasn’t enough for you, Lance?” She laughs breathlessly.

“Shut the fuck up,” He snaps, frustration mounting in the pit of his stomach the longer he goes without having her naked beneath him. He tosses her onto the bed and practically tears his shirt off before grabbing at her dress, turning her over to yank down the zipper.

“Rip my dress, Lance, and I’ll fucking punch you in the teeth,” She threatens, and Lance can’t help the loud laugh that he lets out.

“Damn. Wear something I can rip next time, then,” He tells her.

“Next time? Who said I wanna see you again after this?” She questions, letting herself be flipped back over so Lance can pull her dress off and catch a glimpse of that bare skin he’s been fantasizing about all damn day.

“Ah, baby, you came back after last time, didn’t you?” Lance asks, knowing that it’s just a teasing joke, but now that they’re both in the same state permanently, and not happening upon each other in a foreign country, he could really get used to her being his regular fuck. “You know, it’s a shame you stopped gymnastics. You were flexible,” He states, smirking. She glares.

“I’m still fucking flexible and you know it, Tucker,” She snaps back, a grin that lights up her eyes crossing her face. Lance tuts his tongue and drags her to the edge of the bed by her ankles, standing her up and keeping one hand wrapped around one of her ankles. To his delight, she keeps her right leg up as her other foot meets the ground, in a very nice stretch.

“Flexible you are, I suppose,” Lance replies, pressing a delicate kiss to her ankle and then proceeding to push her back down onto the bed. She’s still as charming as she was when they were teenagers, even more beautiful and even better than his memory can ever serve him. She drags him up onto the bed after her, wasting no time in beginning to grind up against his cock, which is starting to press painfully against his jeans. He hums against her mouth, hands everywhere he can get them - her tits, her ass, gripping her thighs.

Lance traces behind her teeth with his tongue, delighting in the little mewling sound she makes when he sneaks a hand down between them to rub along the apex of where her thigh meets her center.

“Lance, god damn it,” She whines, gripping his shoulders and in one shockingly swift movement, has him on his back while she’s perched on top of him. Lance can’t even do anything with his hands, because she slinks down and tugs his jeans off, her mouth wrapping around his cock before he can do much as blink again.

“Oh, fuck,” He’s moaning, hand wrapped up in her hair as her mouth is literally wreaking havoc on his senses and his cock. “Yes, just like that,” He encourages, and she looks up at him with twinkling eyes, a little spark of mock-annoyance hiding there.

“Shut up, Lance,” She hisses, but despite the tone she leans down and her lips are wrapped around him once again, comments forgotten as he’s focused on how she feels.

When he can’t take it anymore Lance drags her up half by her hair, half by her arm and sets her down on top of him without warning, groaning in happiness as he sinks into her. He doesn’t usually let girls on top. Like, ever. But damn the way she rolled those hips the first time has him reconsidering his previous favorite positions - but only with her. Lance loves to be in charge in his personal life, professional life, and especially in bed. But sometimes it’s nice to sit back and let someone else do the work.

“Love watching you, damn,” He mutters, hands roaming over her hips and her thighs as she rides him, creating so much friction between them that he swears he’s going to stop breathing. Lance grips her tight and turns them over, hooking her leg around his shoulder and driving into her with a force that makes her lower lip tremble and Lance’s muscles clench. Lance loves the way she looks, her eyes closed and lip between her teeth as he slides his cock in and out of her, watching himself disappear inside her. When he looks back up at her face, she’s smiling.

“I hate that fucking tattoo,” She says, grinning. Lance finds a smile crossing his own face as he leans down to get more leverage, pressing their mouths together in a heated kiss. She hums against his mouth. “Fuck,” She mumbles, a little squeak in her voice. Lance’s body is shuddering against his will, and the effort it’s taking him not to lose himself and come inside of her.

“Mmm, come on baby, come for me,” Lance moans, one hand wrapped in her hair and the other hooked around her leg, holding her in place. She shudders around him and Lance can do nothing but pull her closer as he comes.

They gasp for breath against each other’s skin, Lance waiting for the feeling to return to the rest of his body and not just his dick before he’s able to roll off of her with a sigh. She stays still, taking stuttering breaths, eyes closed and lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

“You’re a lot of fun, Tucker,” She says, laughing breathlessly. Lance finds the smile on his face growing wider at the sound.

“So, when are we doing this again?”

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A True OTP. (Joe Trohman x Reader)

THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:

From this day forward, May 2018 will be known as Anti-Beebo month. Simply put, with exception to Bodyguard, I will not be writing or posting any Brendon-related fics for the duration of this month.

Why not, you ask?

Because it has been brought to my attention that I haven’t been focusing on the other band members enough – it’s been all BEEBOBEEBOBEEBO – and that needs to change.

That being said, please enjoy this Joe fic.

 “What?!” you shrieked, practically falling out of your seat on the bar stool as you scrambled to your feet, taking a stand directly in front of (Y/B/F).

She shrugged and downed a shot of tequila.

“You’re kidding, right?” you nervously chuckled and when she only gave a bored arch of her brows in response, you groaned loudly. “Oh, please tell me you’re kidding.”

“No, (Y/N),” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she slammed the shot glass down and ordered another. She turned to you with a half apologetic smile. “As much as I’m sure it pains you, I am not kidding.”

You threw your hands up, spluttering in disbelief as you tried to full grasp the situation. “B-but… No!” you argued, “You can’t have broken up! You two were perfect together!”

“Maybe in your world,” she scoffed amusedly. Two tequila. She scrunched her face as she felt the harsh liquid burn her throat. “In reality, our relationship was going to shit. It’s a good thing we broke things off now, before it turned ugly.”

“This is ugly,” you countered, slumping back into your seat and dropping your head into your hands, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Oh, don’t be so melodramatic,” (Y/B/F) shoved your shoulder lightly and rolled her eyes, “It happened. We broke up. Get over it. I am,” she held up another shot as proof and smiled crookedly before downing it. Three tequila.

“I can’t just ‘get over it’,” you insisted, “I got you guys together; you were my masterpiece. And now, what? You’re telling me I went through all of that for nothing? No way. I refuse.” You shook your head and held your hands out defiantly before turning to drain the remaining liquid in your cocktail glass.

“It’s not your place to refuse!” (Y/B/F) argued, “I know that we were your OTP or whatever, but this is between Frank and I, alright? Now please just be a good best friend, drop the subject and help me get him out of my system!” She went for her fourth shot, but you reached out to block her hand.

You used the length of your arm to swipe the shots away from her and towards you. “If you continue with these, the only thing I’ll be helping you get out of your system is alcohol poisoning.”

~

“Look, I’m not saying you have to go on a date with him. Just dinner,” you explained as you followed (Y/B/F) into Patrick’s house. She was shaking her head and rolling her eyes, becoming annoyed at the fact that two full weeks had passed since she told you about the break-up, yet you still wouldn’t drop the subject.

“Going out for dinner together is a date!” she yelled at you in frustration before stomping off in the direction of the kitchen.

You scoffed before hurriedly following her. “Not if you don’t want it to be!”

From the opposite side of the room, Joe and Patrick had been watching the entire exchange between you and (Y/B/F) with bemused smirks. When the two of you had moved into the kitchen, Patrick returned his focus to his guitar, although the same couldn’t be said for Joe. He continued staring, a dreamy expression on his face as he gazed after you.

“So do you think you’ll ever tell her how you feel or are you perfectly fine with constantly staring at her like some stalker freak?” Patrick questioned while fiddling with some chords. When his bandmate didn’t reply, he looked up, chuckling when he noticed that Joe was still staring. “Dude!” he laughed.

“Hm? What?” Joe finally took notice of Patrick, who was still laughing his ass off. “What? What’s so funny?”

The singer waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing, nothing. It’s just…” he reached out to pinch Joe’s cheek, “you’re adorable, man.”

Joe cast an offended look at the shorter man. “Uh, no. You’re the adorable one; I’m the sexy one. Everyone knows that.”

“Everyone except (Y/N),” Patrick muttered under his breath.

Joe’s face fell. “Now why would you say that?”

Patrick laughed again as the guitarist struck him in the chest just as you and (Y/B/F) re-entered, drinks in hand. You handed a beer to Patrick and (Y/B/F) handed one to Joe.

“But if you two just-“

“(Y/N), no!” (Y/B/F) moaned, pulling at her hair as she collapsed onto the couch next to Joe.

You opened your mouth to argue, but she shot you a death glare so intense it made you shy away instantaneously.

“Alright, fine,” you relented with a huff, folding your arms. “But I’m not giving up so easily.”

~

“Okay, dude, today’s the day,” Joe announced, arms open wide as he walked through the door. Patrick looked up to acknowledge him and made an impressed face when he noticed the bouquet of red roses in his friend’s hand. “I’m gonna do it.”

“Do what?” Patrick feigned ignorance, cocking his head to the side.

Joe complained under his breath and clicked his tongue. “C’mon, man. Don’t play dumb. I need you to work with me on this.”

Patrick chuckled as he stood up and made his way over to his friend, gesturing to the roses. “What do you need me for? Looks like you got everything under control.”

Joe whined like a baby while he stomped over to the nearby dining table and sunk down dejectedly. “Ya know… for like, words and shit?”

“Words?” Patrick raised one brow and tried to hide his amusement, “You want me to tell you what to say to her?”

Joe perked up. “Yes!” he beamed, pointing a finger at Patrick. “Exactly! I’ve got the roses, now how do I go about giving it to her?”

Patrick exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his thick hair. “Uh… alright. Maybe you should start like- Oh, hey, (Y/N).”

“Oh, hey, (Y/N),” Joe repeated.

“Hi, guys,” you greeted. Joe jumped slightly, unaware of your presence. Patrick bit his lip to contain his laughter. “How goes it?”

“Eh. Same old, same old,” Patrick smiled before gesturing at you. “What about you? Still trying to get (Y/B/F) and Frank back together?”

Your shoulders slumped as your eyes went wide and you shook your head. “Yes,” you breathed, placing one hand on your hip, “but she won’t budge.” You threw your hands up and sighed before moving to get yourself a soda from the fridge.

Patrick took your absence as an opportunity to motion with his eyes that now was Joe’s chance. When you returned, Joe stood up and cleared his throat, turning to you. You tossed him a slightly confused smile, and when he held out the roses, you gasped.

“I, uh, I got you something to-“

“Oh, Joe!” you cut him off as you grabbed the roses and gushed over them. Patrick tossed his friend an impressed look and thumbs up from over your shoulder. “These are perfect!”

“Really?” Joe smiled, a sliver of pride coursing through him.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, “(Y/B/F) loves roses! I can’t wait to see her face when she gets home and sees that Frank sent them for her!”

Both Patrick and Joe’s faces fell but you were too lost in thought to notice.

“Thank you for the help!” you prattled, reaching up to hug Joe before blowing Patrick a kiss and rushing off to (Y/B/F)’s place, leaving two dazed band members in your wake.

~

“This better work,” Joe mumbled as he and Patrick approached you, anxiously fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

“It’ll work, dude. For sure. She loves Italian food,” Patrick encouraged, patting the taller guy on the back.

“I fucking hope so. Hey, (Y/N),” he smiled as they finally reached you; you pulled him in for a hug before doing the same to Patrick.

“I’m glad you guys are here, I need the back-up,” you smiled before surveying the area; your smile faltered quickly once you spotted (Y/B/F). Pete was having a get-together, and (Y/B/F) was currently engaged in very flirtatious conversation with a very attractive dark-haired guy. And he wasn’t Frank.

“Still no luck with the rekindling, huh?” Joe gave a sad smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a dinner reservation ticket.

“Nope.”

“Maybe you should just give it up,” Patrick shrugged, “I mean, (Y/B/F) seems like she’s moving on already.”

You laughed. “Ha! Never. I will never give it up.” Joe’s ticket caught your eye, and your face lit up. “See?” you cocked your head at the piece of paper in Joe’s hand. “Joe gets it. Is that a dinner reservation ticket?”

“Yeah. I was thinking that-“

“Oh, I know exactly what you were thinking.”

“You do?”

“Of course,” you sighed happily as you took the ticket from his hands. A huge smile spread over your face when you read the name of the restaurant. “This is perfect! The place is Italian, just like Frank!”

“Oh, come on,” both guys groaned, but you had already rushed off to find your friend.

~

“I’m all outta options, ‘Trick,” Joe complained to his friend, who was making them both a cup of coffee. “Everything I’ve tried has backfired on me.”

“More like backfired on (Y/B/F), if we’re being technical,” Patrick mused as he set the cups down. He went to take a sip of his coffee but halted his movements when a realisation struck him, making him frown a little. “But mostly on Frank, though. Shit. Poor guy was so confused…”

All of Joe’s attempts to win you over had turned out to be futile.

The lovely bouquet of roses he got you? You used it to try and convince (Y/B/F) that it was Frank, trying to win her back.

The dinner reservation? You used it to try and convince (Y/B/F) that it was Frank, trying to win her back.

The horse-drawn carriage ride through the park? You used it to try and convince (Y/B/F) that it was Frank, trying to win her back.

The Panic! At The Disco concert tickets? You used it to try and convince (Y/B/F) that it was Frank, trying to win her back.

Literally every gift Joe presented to you, you mistook as his way of helping you get (Y/B/F) and Frank back together. Unfortunately for everyone involved, none of it was any use. Your friend and her ex were still broken up, and Joe was still not your boyfriend.

“I honestly don’t know what to do anymore,” the guitarist sighed hopelessly, messing with his hair to try and distract himself.

“Well, I mean, you could always-“

“(Y/N), I’m getting real sick of this bullshit!”

Both guys’ attention was ripped away from the other and was instead focused on the two females who had entered Patrick’s house.

“(Y/B/F) all you need to do is-“

“Oh my fuck, (Y/N)!” (Y/B/F) snarled, angrily tossing her purse onto the kitchen table. “Frank and I are over, okay? Over! I get that you were invested in our relationship but my god, this has gone too far. So how about instead of trying to meddle in my love life, you focus on your own?!”

“I don’t have a-“

“Are you kidding?” your friend’s mouth fell open, a slight chuckle escaping her throat as she looked at you and extended an arm out in Joe’s direction. “Joe has been trying to get with you for the past month! Are you seriously gonna tell me that you haven’t noticed?”

“Wait, what?” You took a step back in shock. (Y/B/F) nodded insistently to show that she was serious. If she was, and Joe really had been trying to win you over, then you had been totally oblivious the entire time. “Joe?” you turned to him. “Is this true?”

Joe fumbled over his words; his first impulse was to deny everything, but after taking a nudge to the ribs from Patrick, he found his confidence.

“Okay, yes, it’s true. All those gifts and things… they were meant for you. For you and me. I wasn’t trying to help you get (Y/B/F) and Frank back together. Lord knows there’s no hope left for that.”

“Thank you!” (Y/B/F) chimed in relief.

“Joe, I,” you started, stepping closer to him and shaking your head at yourself and your stupidity, “I’m so sorry I didn’t… Are you still… I mean, would you still want to go out with me?”

“Is that a trick question?” Joe laughed as he stood too, taking your hands in his. “Panic! is playing a show downtown tomorrow night. You feel up to it? I can call ahead and see if Brendon can change the setlist to include more of your favourite songs.”

Your smile stretched so wide it seemed to reach the corners of your eyes. “I would love that.”

“A true OTP,” (Y/B/F) whispered to Patrick as she sipped Joe’s coffee.

The singer tilted his cup towards hers and they clinked the sides together. “I’ll drink to that.”

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