#much as I dislike that word I gotta say- he has NO shot at resisting her rizz

[invinciblerodent]

"okay, this is not a particularly hard check, but we have to get it, so I'll give him the best chance possible. i don't know where I put the gloves, but with the bite and the guidance, he just needs to roll above a 4. it's not so hard. he can do it. i know he can do it."

".....yeah okay never fucking mind I guess"

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Mako x female water bender imagine

Imagine volunteering to be Mako and Bolin’s stand-in water bending teammate for a few pro-bending matches and Mako strongly opposing the idea, telling you flat out you’re not good enough. You and Mako have always had a rocky relationship and you figure his dislike for you is why he won’t let you compete but it’s more the opposite. He’s refusing to let you compete because he has feelings for you and doesn’t want you to get hurt.

Part two here

Your POV

You could tell the training session had gone badly from the second you heard Mako and Bolin’s footsteps on the approach to your shared loft. If they’d had a good session Bolin would always come bounding in but the footsteps were slow and heavy so you knew they’d had another hard time. “Hey y/n” Bolin said pushing the door open dramatically and you frowned “that bad huh?”. Bolin nodded his head “we sucked and Hasook quit!”. “He quit?” you asked surprised, you knew their water bender team mate was flaky but to quit right in the middle of a season? “But why?” you asked  “you’ve only lost a few matches you have pleanty of time to turn the season around”. “He doesn’t care” Mako sighed “he’s never really cared and now he’s just abandonned us”. “I still think he’ll come back if you maybe just apologise...” Bolin started and Mako spun on “I will not apologise! I meant what I said, he’s not even a good probender we can find someone else”. “But by tomorrow?” Bolin asked “Mako we don’t have any reserves”. “I know but I was thinking we could try poaching one from another team”. “We can’t afford that” Bolin cried “we can barely afford me and you!”. Mako sighed “well we’ll think of someway...”. “How? Mako if we don’t find someone and soon then we’re toast, we’ll be kicked out of the league, out of the loft..”. “Don’t you think I know that” Mako cried and you coughed awkwardly. “I could do it?”. Mako and Bolin paused mid argument and looked at you. “I mean until you find a professional replacement, I could fill in temporarily”. Mako frowned but Bolin grinned "seriously? You’d do that for us?". You shrugged "i mean yeah why not? I’m not a bad water bender, I could do it until you find someone more qualified". Bolin cheered ready to celebrate when Mako ruined the mood with one word.  "No" Mako said without even considering the idea and you felt your excitment plummet. "Why? I know all your plays and both of you well, plus i’ve helped you out at practices before and if you don’t have someone by tomorrow you’re out for the season". "Exactly" bolin nodded "y/n’s the perfect fit". You grinned as Bolin wrapped an arm around you and both turned awkwardly to Mako waiting for the final verdict. He seemed in a worse mood than ever and rolled his eyes "you’re not qualified, you'll get hurt and be a liability, you’re not doing it" and walked away. “A liabilty?” you called after him but he didn’t reply. You turned to Bolin furious “a liability?”. “He didn’t mean that he’s just angry, I’ll work on it I promise”. You frowned and went to follow Mako to argue with him but Bolin caught your arm “no y/n why don’t you both cool off? I’ll start a nice meal and then when we’re all calm, rested and fed we can discuss it properly, yes?”. You sighed but nodded “okay”. “Great” Bolin cried “you go relax I’ll call you when dinner’s ready”.

Your stomach growled and you frowned at the door. It had been 2 hours and still no call from Bolin, how much longer did he think you needed to calm down? You sighed before realising you couldn’t hear any noise from the kitchen, if Bolin was cooking surely he’d be making noise. You opened your door and found the loft empty, Bolin and the food nowhere in sight. Actually that wasn’t right, the ingredients were all there but that was as far as Bolin got apparently. You sighed shaking your head and started making the food instead. Five minutes later Mako’s door opened “Bolin how much longer is the food going to take i’m starving” before stopping when he saw you. “Bolin didn’t get past taking the ingredients out of the fridge so you’re going to have wait a while” you said coldly and Mako nodded. “Well if i help it’ll get done quicker” and grabbed some vegetables that needed peeling. As Mako joined you in the kitchen you realised this was probably a set up.  You suspected Bolin had done this on purpose and sighed. Mako stood next to you but made no effort to talk or even look in your direction. It was uncomfortably tense and you couldn’t not saying anything. “So you changed your mind yet?” you asked and Mako shook his head “nope”. “You realise you’re being stupid don’t you?” you asked “there’s no reaon why I couldn’t atleast try!”. “Yeah well I’m the leader and I say you’re not doing it”. You scoffed and threw the pan you were holding down leaving the kitchen. “Y/n” Mako sighed “I’m not doing this because I want to, I’m doing it for you”. “For me? because I’m so useless I couldn’t possibly be of use to you?” you yelled and Mako sighed. "Y/n I’m not refusing to let you play because i think you’re useless". "Yeah well calling me a liability really proves that" you scoffed and Mako glared. "I’m trying to apologise". "Ow really?" you asked "because usually that starts with i’m sorry y/n or i was wrong or i was a dick, not i don’t think you’re completely useless y/n". "I didn’t say it like that you’re twisting my words!" Mako cried and you rolled your eyes "whatever i’m going out". "You are? But y/n it’s late" Mako said worried considering the neighbourhod you lived in. You didn’t care though and ignored him slamming the door hard.  

Mako’s POV

Mako was furious, you were so infuriating when you got angry! You were so stubborn and never listened to him. It was dark and late, you shouldn’t be going out into the streets alone, you lived in an awful neighbourhood. Not to mention considering the three of you used to be associated with the Shady Shin’s gang all the gangs around here know who you are. He waited ten minutes before following you, his anger overshadowed by his worry for you. Mako had an idea of where you’d go. Although you’d left Shady Shin’s gang with Mako and Bolin you still held the gang in a positive view and had the ridiculous notion the gang members were simply *old friends* and treated them as such. Mako told you not to, he told you the gang didn’t care about you anymore but would you listen? No. Mako entered the gang’s chosen bar and looked around for you. He couldn’t spot you but knew you’d be here somewhere. "Mako?" someone called and he turned to see an *old friend*. "Thought you’d gone straight" the man smirked "you finally come crawling back realising that life doesn’t work for guys like us?" the man asked and Mako resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "No i’ve just lost something and thought it might be here". “Your brother’s girl? She’s here". Mako forgot how much he hated that, everyone at the gang assumed you and Bolin were a thing just because you obviously got on. "Y/n isn’t Bolin’s girl" Mako spat and the man smirked raising an eyebrow "ow yeah forgot you were sweeter on her than him even though she’s with him more...that’s gotta be annoying, her prefering him". "Where is she?" Mako asked through gritted teeth and the man smirked as Mako grabbed him. "She’s back there, in Shadys Shin’s private box, guess one of his men’s taking a liking to her too, i’d hurry if i was you". Mako pushed through the door quickly and scanned the room for you. He spotted you sat with the only other girl in the room, some girl you still classed as a friend, Shady Shin not far away from you. Everyone looked up as Mako entered apart from you. The girl beside you nudged you and you looked up and paled seeing Mako.

Your POV

"Hey y/n thought you said none of your loser boys would be here" one of Shady Shin’s men called. You grimanced and glared at the speaker "he’s not mine and i didn’t know he’d be here". “Well get rid of him before we do” Shady Shin snarled. You saw Mako get ready for a fight and stood up “fine alright i’ll sort it”. You reached Mako and tugged his arm towards the door. As soon as you were out of ear shot Mako launched into a lecture "why are you here?" he cried "y/n these are bad people and you came alone! I know you think they care about you but they don’t, not like me and Bolin do!". "Bolin sure" you nodded "you only ever tolerated me, you let me hang around because i was good at being sneaky, because the rent 3 ways was cheaper, because Bolin wanted me there not because you did". "You know that’s not true" Mako said "you know i like you". "Ow yeah how have you proved that?". "So what just because i’m not like Bolin and don’t wear my heart on my sleeve i can’t like you? I’m just not emotional like him y/n! I don’t do elaborate gestures to prove i like you". "So what do you do?" you cried and Mako glared. "I pretend i’ve split the food three ways when i split it two ways between you and Bolin, i get into fights with shady shins men over them waiting outisde our apartment for you, i change my training schedule or Bolin’s so one of us can finish at the same time you finish work so you don’t have to walk home in the dark alone, I come in here knowing i’ll have so many targets on my back but i do it anyway! I make you so angry at me by refusing to let you compete in the tournament because i’m terrified of you getting hurt y/n! It’s my worst fear something bad happening to you or Bolin...that’s why I can’t have you in the ring with us! I know Bolin can take a hit but I can still protect him to an extent but if you were both there...I can’t protect both of you and if something happened to you in the tournament...i’d rather get kicked out then let that happen". "You...that’s why you didnt want me competing? you don’t think i’m useless?". Mako shook his head "no i actually think you’d be a good fit but i’ve seen the best taken out by rogue disks or a slap of water...i don’t pro-bend because i enjoy it! I do it because it gave me, you and Bolin a home, a way to escape the gang, i did it to keep you safe not to put you in danger". You paused and looked at Mako "why didn’t you just tell me all this? Why make yourself out as the bad guy?". "I don’t know because it’s easy to sell? I’m used to being the stick in the mud so it’s easy. Because it’s easier to act like i don’t care or be rude than admit that i do? Because i’m scared of what you'll think of me if i do...if you know how much i care". You smiled "Mako..." you started but he carried on. "But i’m sick of that, I’m tired of seeing you look at me like you hate me when you look at Bolin with so much fondness. I’m sick of Bolin getting all your affection, all your smiles and you think i’m just some cold prick who doesn’t care about you but i do care y/n a lot and i want to show you that! I want affection from you! I want...well you". You paused surprised but smiled "you do?". Mako nodded and then seeing the way you were looking at him crashed into you. Mako was in such a rush it was messy and a bit harsh but you didn’t care. The kiss was good, really good. This was why Mako was so popular with girls you figured wrapping your arms around his neck. Mako seemed genuinely surprised you would kiss him back but that didn’t stop him making the most of it. He pushed you back against the door hastily and you smirked at his enthusiasm. "And all this time I thought you hated me" you breathed and Mako shook his head breaking away from you long enough to look you in the eye "never, more of the opposite". He kissed you again and you smiled getting more and more lost in the feeling when the police showed up. Sirens blared and you and Mako jumped apart. "We can’t be spotted here" Mako said grabbing your hand "if we get caught we won’t be allowed to compete tomorrow, we have to go!". You nodded and followed as Mako dragged you away from the noise. You scrambled over fences and across rooftops until the sirens died away and you neared your home. You were still hand in hand as you ascended to your attic and Mako paused outside the door "y/n...". "You said we" you smiled "when the police showed up, you said if we can’t get caught because we won’t be able to complete tomorrow, we not you, does this mean you’re letting me join the team?". Mako sighed but nodded "i can’t protect you forever, if you want to do this i’ll support you". You grinned "even though you like me?". Mako nodded swallowing nervously "yes, you're not mine to tell what to do even if i like you". "Good answer" you smiled and went to open the door but Mako stopped you "erm y/n...you kissed me back, atleast I think you did, does that mean...do you like me too?". "You tell me" you shrugged leaning up to kiss him again. This time you made it slow and deliberate instead of the heated kiss from before. You lingered and took your time and when you pulled away Mako was breathless. "yes?" he asked and you smirked "yes Mako". Mako grinned and unlocked the door in a daze. You smiled as he lumbered into the room glancing at you every so often. The air was tense between you again but now in a good way. Bolin burst in suddenly and picked up on the tension immediately "Hey what happened in here, it feels weird". "We sorted it" you replied looking to Mako who smirked "yeah y/n’s competing with us tomorrow". "She is?" Bolin asked "you agreed to that?". Mako nodded "if y/n wants to do it who am i stop her?". You shot him an approving smile as Bolin hugged you "yay y/n this is going to be so cool!". Bolin crashed you into a hug again and you smiled but looked over his shoulder at Mako. Knowing all you knew now it was like looking at a completely different person. Now when he looked at you, that familiar intense serious look, it made you blush, made you feel cared for and protected. When you saw his lips twitch you knew he was trying not to smile and he turned away cheeks slightly red. If only he’d told you sooner...but it was okay, you were good at making up for lost time.

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So i’m planning on maybe doing a continuation of this with them being teammates who live together, train together and compete together all while dating and trying to keep it a secret from Bolin all at the same time but i’ll see :)

[kayteewritessteve]

Secrets and Sins - 4/13

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye?

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 2,700 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Brief mentions of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse—nothing to in depth but could be upsetting to some. Plus possible other triggering thoughts and feelings described.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors, so there’s that.

A few days after your girls night out, and your run in with those piercing deep blues eyes, you are at work. Finding it unbelievably hard to get your mind off the well dressed guy from the club. Though you had tried everything you could to put him out of your mind. Reasoning that you’d never see him again, and even if you did, the same rules would still apply. Dating was not an option for you at this time. That much you knew. But it seemed the more you tried to forget him, the more he just took over your head. He had basically become your main thought since that night and you prayed the thoughts would kindly fuck off, and fast. As it was becoming pretty damn inconvenient, to say the least. But lord, if that man couldn’t fill out a suit in all the right ways—

“Y/N?”

You shook your head, “Wha-yeah…?” Looking up you saw Wanda, arms crossed with a smirk on her face. You had clearly zoned out, again. Fuck.

“Whatcha thinkin’ bout?” She asked with a knowing look then giggled, “Let me guess, does it have something to do with blue eyes?”

You groaned and continued tidying up the table you were clearing, “Yes, I feel like a love sick teenager. Pining over some dude I talked to for all of 10 minutes, one I’ll never meet again.” You grumbled out that last part. No, you were bitter about your shit luck at all.

“I still can’t believe you turned him down.” she shook her head as she helped you grab all the dirty dishes from the table.

“What was I supposed to do?” You rolled your eyes before mumbling, mainly to yourself, “Such an awkward moment.”

“Turning him down was probably not the route you should have taken there though, but,” she shrugged, “to late now”

“Not helping, Wanda!” You spat out and though you were trying to sound stern, it clearly didn’t work, at all. As you both ended up laughing as you headed towards the bar to put the glasses in the dirty bin. “This is just my luck. I bet he was probably super sweet and would have wooed me off my damn feet and proposed in like a year. We would have had beautiful babies and both lived long and happy lives.” You sighed dreamily in a mock way.

Wanda just chuckled and shook her head, as Gamora joined you both behind the bar, “We pining over blue eyes again?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows and looking between Wanda and you.

“Always,” Wanda laughed then skipped away to tend to her table.

“Girl, seriously, you gotta get over it,” Gamora started, pausing mid way through making a drink then nodding, “or under something else. Et vite.” she added firmly. She had this weird thing for randomly throwing words in different languages into her sentences—Usually French, much like she just did, she was a damn language chameleon. Any language she wanted to learn, she did.— It was weird at first but you’d gotten used to it now. However the first time she’d done it, it had confused the hell out of you, but she just informed you that she had travelled before college, and picked up the French language then, and really fucking quickly at that.

But not only that, she had also almost married some rando dude named Peter while she was backpacking through Europe, only to later find him in bed with some English chick named Tessa. Gamora has gone into vivid detail about the girls ‘dicked eyebrows’, saying she was pissed he cheated on her with a ‘fugly ass bitch like that’. And that the girl would have been better off just shaving her eyebrows off entirely and starting from scratch. It was a hilarious story that almost resulted in you peeing your damn pants. Fucking Gamora. Girl had a way with story telling.

“I know. I know. I’m pathetic,” you joked, “but seriously, I’m pretty much over it.” You paused, that was a lie. Sound more convincing. “Just focusing on getting my life on track right now, which is more important currently then dating. That is why I turned him down in the first place.” Better? Kind of, but not really.

“Good plan. Men suck. Chicks before dicks and all that jazz,” she waved a hand around then wandered off to drop off the drinks she’d just made to one of her tables.

A few hours later the front door opened and Thor entered in front of a tall slender man, with long jet black hair. Who did not look impressed to be here. That had to be Loki, and even though he looked nothing like Thor, the girls had told you a bit about him. Including the stark difference in appearances, something about Loki being adopted, or something. They also informed you that he was pretty harmless, but had his snappy moments. And tended to be in a mischievous mood often. He disliked incompetence, idiocy and tardiness, among many other things. Guy sounded exhausting. But as long as you worked hard, kept your mouth shut and showed up on time he was happy. Or at least as happy as a grumpy man could be.

You began working your way through the pile of dirty cups, as your section was all taken care of, for the moment, and you didn’t want to just stand around doing nothing. And looking useless.

Thor approached the bar, “Y/N, this is brother Loki, the other owner of this wonderful establishment.” He motioned around with both hands, in a flourishing way before gesturing to you, “Loki, this is Y/N, our newest waitress. She is fitting in wond—“

“Thank you, Thor,” he cut him off rather shortly, “but i’ll be the judge of how well she is ‘fitting in’ here,” he said sharply. Thor just smiled apologetically at you and nodded.

“Y/N, was it?” Loki asked, and you put your hand out for him to shake but all he did was look at it, interestingly, then crinkle his nose to stare at you.

“Ah…Yes, sir,” you lowered your hand back down, awkwardly. What a dick.

“Try not to screw up,” was all he said in return.

“Of course, sir,” you nodded, resisting the urge to roll your eyes and instead shot him an overly fake smile, teeth and all. Not like he’d know it was fake. However, by the twinkle in Thor’s eyes and the smirk on his lips, you figured he did. Whelp, there you have it. Your first official meeting with your other boss. Such a dick.

Loki took off through the door to the stairs with Thor following close behind. It was weird for Loki to be here as it was the middle of the month, Wanda had told you he only ever showed up at the end of the month to check the books. Well, unless he had a meeting. You’d bet that was probably the case.

You shook your head then refocused on continuing to clean the dishes but after a few minutes someone cleared their throat, startling you and you dropped the glass in your hand, it shattered upon impact with the floor. “Shit,” You mumbled and cringed before looking up, and instantly thinking you must have passed out. Or maybe you had died? Because the blue eyes staring at you couldn’t be real, could they? There was no way they belonged to the mystery man from the club.

You quickly blinked at him a few times as if waiting for him to vanish into thin air. But he didn’t. You shook your head “Ah, sorry, don’t mind me.” You waved off your, once again, awkward behaviour, “So, what can I get cha?”

There was that damn smirk again, “No apologies needed,” his eyes lowered clearly looking at your name tag. “Y/N. and I’ll take a scotch. Neat.” You could hear the amusement oozing off his words. Whelp, he knows your name now…And where you work. Fuck.

You absently nodded your response before spinning around to find the best scotch the pub had, an idea popping into your head. You pulled the bottle off the shelf and poured 2 fingers into the glass then turned around to put the glass in front of him. “How much do I owe you, doll?”

You raised your hand and shook your head. “Nothing. Call us even.”

He just stared at you for a moment, his expression blank, unreadable. What you wouldn’t give for the power of mind reading right about now. But then he broke the silence, “If I remember correctly, I got you two drinks,” he raised a smug brow towards you.

You laughed and shook your head again, “Well, you caught me there, I guess I still owe you.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded, “I guess you do.” The words sent a chill down your spin as he turned around and headed towards the door to the left of the bar, the same one Thor and Loki had gone through only moments earlier. Clearly Loki was, in fact, here for a meeting.

You began to wonder what blue eyes did for a living, why would he be meeting with Thor and Loki. Maybe he was in the business? Or worked for a liquor company? Possibly a lawyer or business partner, maybe? He was in the VIP section at the club… You shook your head. That’s none of your business. You had turned him down, and for good reason, so what he did for a living shouldn’t matter to you.

Just as you were trying to refocus on cleaning yet again, you noticed him pause to look back at you, he had only made it a few steps away from the bar, and once again a smirk plastered on his handsome face. “See you around, Y/N,” but it wasn’t wishful thinking, no, it was a promise. You heard it in his voice. And the way your name rolled off his tongue not only made you weak in the knees, but also made you acutely aware that he was rather pleased with himself. Pleased with the fact that he had learned your name, without your help.

Once he was through the door you groaned then crouched down to clean up the broken glass. You weren’t sure you’d be able to handle anymore run-ins with him, at least not without jumping him right then and there. But you couldn’t. Dating = bad news bears. So instead, you decided it would probably be best to just die right here on the floor. Or quit your job. Yeah, that one. You rolled your eyes. Always so dramatic.

Once again, here you were pining over the same blue eyed guy, wishing you could have been in a position to have accepted his first date invite. Now you only had more for your mind to run with about him. You had noticed just how fucking hot he was at the club, but the low lighting did not do him justice. And yes, his hair was blonde, and styled just right. His suit looked tailored to him, and most likely super expensive. Making the ‘where he worked’ question pop back up in your head. Obviously he made good money, where ever he worked—

You heard hasty footsteps coming towards you and looked up to see Wanda scampering over, before she crouched down beside you to help you clean up the broken glass. She quickly peered around then whispered harshly, “Y/N, do you know who that was?!”

You gave her a puzzled look and whispered back, “Yeah,” you said slowly, “blue eyes. But how do you know who that was…?”

“What!?” She damn near yelled before slapping a hand over her mouth, “THAT was blue eyes!? Oh god…oh god. Not good.”

You furrowed your brows at her “Jesus Wanda, what’s gotten into you….?” You hissed before it clicked, “Wait, why is that not good?!”

“That was Steve Rogers. As in the mob boss Steve Rogers. As in the King of fucking New York Steven Grant Rogers. As in—“

“I get it, Wanda. Shit.” you cut her off with a glare, then it sank in and your eyes widened, “Oh fuck. Nope. Nooope. No.” You shook your head adamantly, “No fucking thank you.”

“He came in, took one look at you then headed directly for the bar.” She looked thoughtful for a second, “Which is odd because he never goes to the bar before his meetings with the guys. He usually comes in and goes straight upstairs,” she looked confused for a moment before shooting bolt up right to stand again. “Oh god. He only got a drink so he could talk to you,” she said rather loudly.

“Shhhh Wanda!” You grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, “Someone will hear you. Fuck.”

“Y/N, this is bad. What if he asks you out again?! You can’t say no!”

“Like hell I can’t,” you mumbled, “I refuse to get caught up in that world,” ..again. Though you left that last part out.

She shook her head vehemently, “No one rejects Steve Rogers, Y/N.”

“Well judging by the fact that I already have once before, I’m sure I’ll have no issues doing it again,” You both stood up and you threw out the broken glass and dirty paper towels. He had just been standing right in front of you, in the flesh, and he could have asked you out again, asked for your number, fucking anything. But he hadn’t. Maybe he wasn’t that interested in you. Furrowing your brow again as you turned back to Wanda, “Well, that is if I even find myself in that situation again.”

“Don’t look so damn conflicted about it,” she giggled, “let’s just hope he drops it and leaves you alone.” she said as she raised her left hand and crossed her fingers at you before she took off to tend to her tables. Yeah, let’s fucking hope he does.

“Shit. I knew that smirk only meant trouble,” you mumbled to yourself before going to check on your own tables. Hoping you could just avoid him from now on. Or at least once he was done his meeting with the brothers. You’d hide in the bathroom if you had to. Yes, that is a solid plan. You rolled your eyes again, aware it wasn’t.

With every passing minute you became more anxious. More nervous. What was with you and mob bosses!? Did you have a sign on your head that read ‘I like them as fucking dangerous as they come’. You were clearly a magnet for thugs. But at least you always held the bar high, only drawing in the fucking Kings. Fuck. You crinkled your nose. Jesus christ. This was just your fucking luck.

Just then the door by the bar opened. And your stomach was instantly in your throat. Steve and Thor exited with Loki close behind. You looked up at them before locking eyes with Steve. Still with that damn smirk on his face only this time he paired it with a wink in your direction. Probably the hottest fucking wink anyone had ever shot your way. Why does he have to fucking look like that!? Damnit. But then he turned to shake Thor and Loki’s hands, exchanging a few whispered words with them, words you couldn’t make out over the noise of the patrons around you, then just like that he promptly left. Without so much as a backwards glance.

You watched as he left before releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Happy he hadn’t interacted with you again. Hopefully it would stay that way. For your sake, at least.

The rest of your shift was relatively quiet. Or at least as quiet as a pub could be. You clocked out, grabbed your jacket and headed out the doors. Once again pulling your hood up over your head, checking both directions then heading down the now familiar 7 blocks towards your home. Completely oblivious to the blacked out Mercedes across the street from your work, and the pair of light blue eyes that watched you as you left.

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[the-nysh]

Reaction notes on opm s2 dub: ep2

Back again watching it live on toonami with my mother. :) She’s seeing it for the first time so I gotta refrain from explaining spoiling too much for her, while I’m interested in both her reaction and any interesting localization differences.

First up is the impression on Garou’s debut. Listening to his voice more, he does sound younger (not as deep), but his va sounds like he’s really getting into it, so I like what I’m hearing. :D It’s pretty fun. He’s really nailing that cockiness and energy to his voice. He can be all smooth and charismatic one moment, to mocking and loud with anger/emphasis the next. Like when he says,‘the strong are strong!’ I think it works. And it’s not just the way he talks either, but his language. He says stuff like ‘come at me,‘ ‘cordially invited to a little slaughter party,’ (nice) and ‘spectacular debut, huh?’ Like, it has that teasing, taunting, self-absorbed feel, but also sounds a little sing-songy and theatrical too, cause he uses all these fancy eloquent words to make his points. (Yeah, he sounds ‘fancy’ is what most came to mind.) It actually makes him sound intelligent with a purpose (especially in contrast to how blasé and casual Saitama usually talks).

My mother was alarmed with the violence (her surprise when Blue Fire hit the wall in particular, not the arm), but when I asked her what she thought of Garou, she was all ‘that evil guy?’ Like she wasn’t sure, so I had to forcefully restrain myself say ‘m-maybe. 👀’ (Ayy, I did point out to her that he happened to take out a bunch of criminals in the room so...) When he showed back up after the credits vs Tank Top Vegetarian (she chuckles at the funny hero names), she remarked, ‘oh it’s the guy with the v-shaped hair! It’s Wolverine!’ And I just ajfkghkghkg, because Wolverine (esp the actor, Hugh Jackman) is one of her favorites, so I’m 👀👀👀 Oho yeah, next ep will be fun. 8D

Sonic vs Genos and Fubuki vs Saitama were the next major parts of the ep. (Before then, when Genos and Saitama were chilling in the apartment, I couldn’t resist pointing out the egg apron, cause I love it. X3) Genos speaks like he absolutely can’t stand Sonic, which is heh. :P Truly, his scoff when Sonic introduces himself as Saitama’s rival, ahhh. Like such insolence, you pest! Meanwhile, (20 min later, hah) Saitama meets Fubuki. ‘I’ve already got a vacuum cleaner’ ahaha. Fubuki’s voice is perfect by the way, self-assured and smooth as silk. Saitama on the other hand speaks so informally (another huge contrast to the earnest and formal Genos) using slang language like ‘what’s shakin?’ ‘noob’ ‘poser’ ‘I’m hype’ ‘come at me bro’ (in contrast to when Garou said that too, but without the ‘bro’). So yeah, even just from the way Saitama speaks like a Millennial his bored, causal attitude makes him stand out from the rest of the cast. My mom even said, ‘he’s so low key, like nnnnn,’ so heh.

Vs Fubuki, when Saitama gets all pissed and serious (‘show heroes some respect, poser’) his tone turns way more heroic and accusing with emphasis. His speech to her even had those parallels to what Garou talked about too, about being strong in particular, so that was nice to hear. My mom approves of Saitama’s viewpoint about ranks, but really dislikes (truly, she audibly scoffed many times) at Fubuki’s obsession with them. Ah, and of course, I’d hoped my mom wouldn’t comment on it, but she did for that one unnecessary shot anyway, with ‘boy, big boobs.’ (The only part of the ep I could do without, so hhhhh;;) 

More amused reactions from my mom included laughing at the ‘you had lint in your hair’ bit, when Genos decided to blow up the whole area, at the menacing ‘come at me bro’ egg Saitama shot, and when Fubuki finally realized, ‘Such power. He’s not normal.’ :P

Afterwards, when Fubuki explained the reasons for her actions were because of her sister, my mom was still unimpressed (like ‘oh,’ but still another scoff at her). She just really disproves of that kinda rank obsessed mindset. It confused my mom why there was a need/system for any hero ranks at all, like ‘why do they have to fight each other for it all the time? Genos isn’t trying to surpass Saitama, so why can’t they all just be friends and work together?’ (I also had to explain how most characters, except for Genos and ah King for that matter, don’t know or believe Saitama’s strength either, so that’s why he gets confronted/challenged so often instead of respected.) But, seeing Fubuki express desire to join their little friend group eased my mom about her somewhat. :’D

Seeing the credits earned an immediate ‘that’s it?!’ reaction, ahaha. (These 30min snippets are too short for her!) Then during the after credits scene for Genos and Saitama’s hero names, ‘Demon Cyborg’ got an ‘ooooh’ from her, and I was especially glad to hear ‘Caped Baldy,’ buahaha we both laughed. (So relieved it wasn’t the bland/literal ‘Bald Cape’ from Viz, so the dub knows better.) Preview for next ep (the big ep3) only showed the Tank Toppers arriving and Vegetarian getting his face punched in, so nothing special spoiled there. But ohhh man I’m excited (I even told my mom it’s gonna be a good one), cause ep3′s definitely one of my favorites this season. Gonna be plenty more ‘Wolverine’ for my mom to look forward to next time too. ;D

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Who Do You Want?

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

As requested by anonymous:  hello! can u make poe one shot where the reader likes him but he has a gf but he been having mixed feelings?

A/N: this is long. idk how many words, but it’s long and i’m kinda proud of myself for being able to write this much. 

Every day brought a new level of hurt. Seeing him. Seeing her. Seeing them. As one. Together. Only in your dreams was when it was you and he. No one else.

“Y/N?” 

You shook your head, coming out from the circus of your mind, “Hm?” you looked to see Poe staring at you amusedly.

“I lost you again, didn’t I?”

You gave him a sheepish grin, “Yeah. Sorry. I told you, Poe, I’m not really tech savvy. So I’m not sure how to fix your datapad.”

He shrugs with a smile, “It’s fine. I’m sure Kya can help me out.”

That made your smile drop. Kya, Poe’s girlfriend. They’ve been together for three months. She’s an engineer that works in the hangar and that’s how they met. She was smart, funny, and beautiful. You couldn’t hate her. She was so kind and likeable. You more so hated strongly disliked Poe for not seeing what was in front of him: you. You’ve been friends ever since he joined the Resistance. You were close and attached by the hip almost every day. He’d call you sweetheart, give you kisses on the cheek, touch you like more than a friend. You thought it all meant something. But it didn’t.

You gave him a curt nod, “Yeah. She’s smarter than me anyway.”

“Y/N, that’s not tr-”

You stand from the table in the cafeteria, “I forgot I have to do something. I’ll see you around, Poe.” you mumbled out before walking away. 

Poe’s shoulder slumped as he watched you walk away from him. A drop in his heart and stomach making him feel uneasy. He’s been feeling that way a lot lately. Ever since he and Kya became a thing, he’s been seeing you less and less and he hates it. He misses you and he doesn’t know what happened. You used to be so close. And now you’re so far away he doesn’t know what to do.”

He stared down at his tray of food, reflecting, trying to think of what went wrong. How did it all go wrong? 

When he felt a pair of hands rest on his shoulders, he thought you come back, “H-Hey, Kya.”

She chuckled, “Were you not expecting me?”

“No! That’s not it. I thought you were Y/N. She just left and I forgot to tell her something.”

“Oh? What was it?” she asked as she sat beside him on the bench.

He waved her question off, “Doesn’t matter. But I’m glad you’re here.” he leans in and pecks his girl on the lips. He’s been kissing her for months and felt nothing. Even now.

You were sitting at your desk filling in reports, but also listening to BB-8 retell a story of him and Poe. The little droid’s chirpy beeps bringing a smile to your face.

“I’m not surprised you saved him. He can be really reckless sometimes.” The droid beeped in response, agreeing with you. 

“I’m not that reckless!” Poe states as he leans against a wall watching you and BB. 

You looked down to your friend and nodded, “Go on. I’ll see you around Bee.”

Poe squat down to be at eye level with his droid, listening to how it spent hours by your side. He chuckled and pat its head, “I’m glad you were able to keep Y/N company, buddy.” He stands back up and looks at your hunched for, “Uh, I’m going to the cafeteria for dinner. Wanted to know if you wanted to come along.”

You stopped typing on your datapad. Going over what your answer could be. You were a bit hungry, “S-”

“Poe! Babe, c’mon! I’m starving!” you hear Kya say. 

You don’t turn to face them as you reply, “Sorry. I got a lot of work to do.” your face monotone, un-lively. 

Disappointment filled Poe, but he fought, “Oh, don’t gimme that, sweetheart. You gotta eat something.” he looks down at his droid, “How long has she been here working?” his droid replies three hours. He shook his head, “Yeah, you absolutely need to eat something.”

“I’ll get something later, Poe! Just go! Please!” you snapped, startling him, Kya, and Bee.

You heard him sigh, “Fine,” then mumble, “Let’s go.” you heard their retreating footsteps.

You look over your shoulder to see BB-8 still there looking at you. You nod for him to leave, “Get outta here, Bee.”

The droid gives a sad whir, looking down at the ground as it rolls away. You were now left alone in the medbay feeling like absolute bantha fodder.

As he and Kya ate, they retreated back to his quarters. Kya had been sleeping over for the past few weeks. As she slept soundly by his side, he laid awake. He mind wouldn’t let him rest, wouldn’t think of anything else or anyone else but you. What’s been going on with you lately? You’re avoiding him. You’re not eating. BB-8 informed him that you’re not getting any sleep either. What’s happening to you? He had to get to the bottom of it. 

He slowly and carefully slipped out of bed. Pausing to make sure he didn’t wake Kya. When she didn’t stir, he let out a breath of relief. He pulled on a shirt and some pants. After sliding on his boots, he quietly left his room. 

He stood in the hallway, thinking of where to go. He thought about your quarters, but BB’s said you haven’t been sleeping. So maybe you’ll be in the medbay. The base was decently quiet. Some stragglers here and there doing their own thing. 

When he arrived to the medbay and peered in, you weren’t at your desk like earlier. Instead, you were sound asleep on one of the beds. The sight tugging at his heart a bit. He crept over to your side, a small smile forming at his lips when he heard your snores. 

He moved a loose strand of hair away from your face, getting a better look at your peaceful form. He sat at the edge of the bed staring down at you, “I miss you,” he stated softly, “I don’t know what’s been going on lately. I wish you would tell me. I thought-I thought we were close. But now you’re avoiding me, distancing yourself from me. I hate it. I don’t-,” he pauses for a sigh to let a few frustrated tears escape his eyes, “I don’t feel like myself when you’re not around. I feel so empty. I miss your smile, your laugh, your dumb jokes. I miss you so much and I don’t know what to do. Did I do something wrong?”

“You fell for another person,” Poe’s body tense when he hears the unexpected voice of Kya. 

He turns to see her standing in her sleep clothes, looking somber. He wipes away the tears from his eyes, “Sorry. I just-I wanted to check up on her.”

Kya walked to Poe, glancing at him, then at you. She sighed, “She’s been like this for months now, right?”

He shrugs, “I think so.”

“Would you say it happened ever since you and I got together?”

“Kya, what’re you saying? Just spit it out.”

“Y/N loves you. She’s distanced herself from you because she’s either hurting or she just wants you to be. And you love her too, don’t you?”

Poe looked at her, trying to think of the right thing to say, “I don’t-that’s not-we’re.”

“You’re in love with her, Poe. Her absence wouldn’t affect you this much if you didn’t.” She looks down at you again, “I suppose I was foolish to think you’d ever feel for me what you do for me.”

“Kya,” Poe whispered, taking her hand, “I do like you. I really do. I guess,” he turns to look at your sleeping form. A small smile appearing on his face, “We just have history.”

He feels lips press against his cheek. When they pull away he looks to Kya as she speaks, “I understand. This was good while it lasted, even if it was a short time.” she pulls her hand away from Poe’s, “I hope you tell her soon.” she turns and leaves the medbay, going back to Poe’s quarters to collect her minimal things and return to her own room.

You honestly don’t remember falling asleep let alone on one of the beds. When you tried to stretch out, you felt constricted. You looked down to see arms wrapped around you. You looked up to see Poe looking back at you. You push him away, scrambling out of bed, resulting on you falling right on your butt.

Poe got up, looking over the edge, his face lace with worry, “Are you okay?”

You shot up to your feet, “Wha-What are you doing here?” you asked rubbing your butt to soothe the pain. 

“I came in here last night to check up on you. You were asleep on the bed and-and I didn’t wanna leave you here alone.”

Your eyes darted to the exit and you hoped no one would come in any time soon, “You shouldn’t be here. If Kya saw you holding me like that-”

“She’d be fine with it.”

You scoffed, “Poe, no one would be fine with their significant other sleeping with and cuddling someone else.”

“Well, she’d definitely be fine with it because we broke up.”

“O-Oh. I’m-I’m sorry.”

Poe shook his head, “No, Y/N, I’m the one who should be sorry. Kya, she told me, that you love me.”

Your eyes widened, “What?! Poe, I don’t-what she means is that-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he rushes up to your panicking form, “It’s okay. Everything’s fine. Well, hopefully.”

You looked at him in confusion, “I don’t understand.”

“I love you too. I was blind not to see it, but Kya, she made me realize that I love you, more than just friends. I love you and I’m in love with you, Y/N. I want you and I’m sorry for putting you through pain because I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“You really mean it?” you asked hopefully.

His hands cupped your face, “With all my heart,” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

[stillprettyeleven]

Explanations

Summary: El and Max have a much needed heart-to-heart, away from the boys and Hopper. Slight implied Mileven. Set a few weeks after El closes the gate.

A/N: Hello there! So, I’ve had this Stranger Things blog ever since I finished watching season 1 in September 2016, and I’ve never really used it. However, I want to change that! I’ve written fanfic for other shows before, and I love Stranger Things and all of its glorious fanfiction, so I thought I’d maybe give it a go. So, this is my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and if you do, then please share it and give me your thoughts on it <3

Once, twice, three times.

El turned down the television to hear the knock again, to make sure that it was correct. It had been a couple of weeks now since she had closed the gate; she was pretty confident that the Bad Men were gone for good, but Hopper wasn’t so sure. He had told her again and again that they couldn’t take any chances - she still had to abide by the rules. She still wasn’t allowed to be stupid.

Once, twice, three times.

Instead of opening it with a slight jerk of her head, El decided to get up and open the door manually. She checked the watch that Hopper had given her. Four-two-six, it read. Hopper had told her before he’d left for the station that morning that he wouldn’t be home until five-three-zero. Which could only mean one thing - Mike was behind the door.

Although the Wheeler kid still had a long way to go before Hopper could accept Mike and El’s blossoming relationship, he had enough respect for the boy to take baby steps, one of which was allowing Mike to visit the cabin (whilst Hopper was also home, of course) and to also teach him the coded knock. El’s heart started to thump a little bit as she realised what Mike was doing. He was visiting her when Hopper wasn’t home. The thought made her lips turn up into a grin. Holding her breath, she opened the door, expecting to find him there, wearing that smile that he saved just for her. But instead, she was greeted by a girl with long, red hair and a skateboard underneath her arm. Max looked up when the door swung open.

“Hi, El!” she said brightly, trying to put on a brave face. The tension between the two girls had yet to be diffused, despite Max being as friendly as she could possibly be. The telekinetic girl hadn’t given her any hints as to why she had instantly disliked Max the moment they met, and Max was so close to giving up guessing. This was her last shot - if El didn’t accept her after this visit, then she didn’t know what else she could do to change her mind.

El’s facial expression arranged into one of disappointment and dislike. “You’re not Mike,” she said matter-of-factly.

Max resisted the urge to reply with a sarcastic comment. She shuffled her feet. “No, I’m not,” she said with an awkward laugh. This is gonna be fun, she thought to herself.

“Why are you here?” El asked unamused. “How did you know where I was?”

“Um, well, Mike helped me out and told me how to get here, and he told me about the secret knock and everything...” Max replied, trailing off. She was sensing that this girl wanted her to get off her doorstep.

Max sighed. “Look, I know we haven’t had a chance to talk, since, you know, everything that happened that night, but I thought it would be nice if you and I took the chance to get to know each other. And then maybe we could be friends.”

Max looked down at her shoes, expecting El to say “no” and slam the door in her face. But the door stayed open.

After a few moments, El spoke up. “You can come in,” she caved with a slight sigh, already walking back into the cabin.

“Oh... Great!” Max said, trying to keep it together.

She followed El into the cabin, and with a slight jerk of El’s head, the door closed and locked itself once again. Max took in her surroundings as she placed her skateboard beside the door. The cabin was a lot smaller than she had anticipated; she’d heard from Mike that Hopper had hidden El here for over a year. Now that she was seeing the place for herself, Max wondered how anyone could live there long-term. The curtains were drawn, so that hardly any sunlight was coming through. It was dim and had no decorations, photos or any variation of colour. Max pitied El, and wondered how she had managed to cope in this place for so long, especially when Hopper wasn’t there most of the time.

She wandered over to the couch to where El was sitting, staring at her. Max sat down on the couch, leaving a considerable distance between them. The pair sat in silence for a few moments. It was clear that El wasn’t going to initiate conversation, so Max accepted that she would have to be the one to start talking.

“Okay, I’m just gonna come right out and say it,” Max sighed, forcing herself to look at El, who was staring down at the blanket draped over her. Max took a deep breath before her next sentence. 

“Why don’t you like me?”

The sheer bluntness of the redhead’s question took El aback and it forced her to look at Max, eyes wide. She continued to stare at her before replying in a soft, quiet voice.

“I saw you with Mike in the big room. At school.”

Max looked at El quizzically. “Wha- What big room? When was this?”

El sighed, obviously struggling to explain something that even she herself didn’t fully understand. 

“Before I closed the gate. I went to school to see Mike. He didn’t see me. I saw you and Mike in a big room. I watched you through the doors. You were on your skateboard, and I made you fall. Then I ran back home.”

Max sat for a few moments, still confused. Then, all of a sudden, the memory clicked back into place.

“Oh,” she said, “you saw us in the gym! I remember now.”

“Gym?” El asked.

“It’s where everyone at school plays sports and stuff,” Max explained. She paused for a few seconds before continuing. “Wait, hang on. You were the reason why I fell off my board?”

El looked at Max, a slight tinge of guilt in her eyes. “Yes.”

Max re-positioned herself on the couch, pulling her knees close to her chest. “Why did you do it?” she asked, shocked.

El closed her eyes for a brief moment. “When I saw you with Mike, I... I didn’t... I didn’t feel good. I felt...”

El struggled to find the right word.

“Jealous?” Max offered, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. 

“What’s jealous?” El asked. Maybe this could be her new word of the day.

“It’s when you see something that someone else has and you want it too,” Max explained. “Except, I don’t want Mike. You just thought I did.”

“But Mike was smiling at you,” El protested, her voice serious. “And you were smiling at him... I thought he liked you more than he liked me.”

Max then broke into a fit of laughter. “Are you kidding me? Me and Mike?” Max wiped tears away from her eyes, her cheeks now a rosy pink. “Oh El, that’’s a good one.”

El looked more confused than ever. “Why is that funny?”

Max let out a few more laughs. “Because it’s Mike! He’s never liked me, right from the moment we met. Not in that way, at least. Trust me, El, you’re the only girl he likes. He completely adores you. You have nothing to be worried about. And that’s a promise.”

"Promise,” El repeated with a smile, a content feeling spreading throughout her entire body. However, she now felt bad for how mean she had been to Max since their first meeting. She had been wrong this entire time. Mike didn’t like Max. He liked her, El. And she liked him. A lot. That thought made her smile even more.

“Sorry,” El said quietly, forcing herself to look Max in the eye. “I’m sorry for being mean to you.”

“It’s alright,” Max replied, giving El a smile in return. “So... friends?”

Max held out her hand to El, just like their first meeting, when El had walked right past her without so much as a glance in her direction. She braced herself for another possible rejection.

However, to the redhead’s surprise, El nodded with a smile and accepted Max’s hand, shaking it lightly. “Friends,” El agreed.

They held on to each other for a few moments, before letting go. “Well, I gotta go,” Max said, pushing herself off the couch. “I told my mom I would be home not long after 5, so I should get going, otherwise I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

El nodded. “Okay,” she replied, getting up too. “Will I see you on Saturday? At Will’s house?”

“Of course!” Max nodded enthusiastically, moving towards the cabin door. “Although we’re probably spend all afternoon playing that dumb board game that the boys are obsessed with.”

“I don’t mind it,” El said truthfully. Of course, El didn’t have the first clue about how to play D&D, but she didn’t care. In all honesty, she didn’t care how she and the others spent their afternoons; the only thing that mattered to her was that after a year of being alone, she was finally allowed to see her friends again on a regular basis. 

“Okay, so, I’ll see you then?” Max said, grabbing her skateboard and opening the door.

“Yes,” El replied. Saturday was two days away, but it felt like forever to her.

“Alright. Bye then!” Max said. She gave El a smile, which El kindly returned. Max considered giving her a hug too, but decided that it was too risky. She had only just gotten El on her side, and she didn’t want to jepordise that by being too far-forward too quickly. Baby steps, she told herself. So instead, Max turned on her heels and walked back into the forest, her red hair swinging behind her.

El closed the door behind her, breathing a sigh of relief. She now had her first girl friend. And Mike liked her. 

Saturday couldn’t come any faster. 

[winsister91]

Clean Up On Aisle Four

Summary: Hungover from a raunchy night, reader gets to work to be greeted by a familiar face as their new trainee.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, sex in a public place, unprotected sex, doggy style, language...throw fluff in there for good luck.

Word Count: 2487

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~ Dean and forever tags are open! ~

A/N: Just a naughty little smut one-shot before I go off on a break for the weekend. Genuinely gonna miss you all! Gonna have to download the app so I can stalk yas :P Thankyou again for the love on my series Three Wrongs Make A Right, I’m genuinely attempting plot on that one so it hasn’t got fully down and dirty yet. This random one shot here was a random idea that occurred to me at work the other day, so had to vomit it out before my little break.

Tag list from @spnfanficpond I deleted a bunch that didn’t seem to be working, and now noticed that some aren’t working from these few too? I don’t understand if I’m doing something wrong or not. Feel free to lemme know if you’d like to be added/removed. Let’s go!

Shit shit shit shit SHIT. You run into work late, hair a mess, make-up not applied and your eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep/hangover.

It's unlike you to go out the night before work, but your bestie had persuaded you, only for them to drink too much and ditch on you half way through the evening's proceedings.

You'd already found company by that point however. The dreamy, olive eyed hulk variety of company. His face comes into your mind and your legs quiver in memory of what happened in that dreamboat's motel room. He was called Dean, and boy that was a night you will never forget. Shame you had to dash off at 2AM to get home because you had to be ready for work in the morning. You would have happily stayed for a round two or three otherwise.

Now here you are, back in work, gotta get caffeined up and focused for the new temp trainee coming that afternoon.

You work in one of those huge department stores that tries to sell everything. It does food, furniture, clothes, electronics, gardening...stuff and... well its easier to list what the place doesn't sell really.

It's three hours before your trainee arrives, so your manager, annoyed at your lack of punctuality today, demotes you to the tills all morning. It's not that you dislike people, but trying to be all smiles and customer service with a raging headache and running on three hours sleep is enough to break anyone's morale.

“Thankyou!” you beam at a couple at your register, cheek muscles hurting from the false smiles, all you desire at this moment in time is a good strong coffee.

“Hey Y/N!” your manager yells from one of the nearby aisles, “Your trainee is due is ten minutes, close your till off and get ready to meet them.”

You close your eyes with relief that you get to escape for a moment. You can make yourself a quick coffee in the staff canteen whilst you wait. Double win.

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Sipping at the piping hot nectar you sit in wait, running through everything you'll have to cover with the noob in your head. Grab them some uniform, quick store tour, warehouse procedures, a new bedroom display has got to be made up too. Maybe you can claim that to do with them. The door to the canteen opens whilst you go in for another sip of your  cup o' joe. You look up and see a familiar set of green eyes combined with a cocky smirk.

“Dean!!” you yelp in shock, choking on your beverage.

“Why hello there sweetheart,” he replies smoothly as he heads towards you, “Well today just got a lot better.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hush, feeling your cheeks burning.

“I was told to come and meet my training mentor,” he shrugs, biting his bottom lip, “I gotta say, I'm just as shocked as you are. At least we can skip the awkward small talk introductions.”

You stifle a laugh, rubbing your face in your hands in total bewilderment. How is this even possible? Dean was right awell, today did just get a hell of a lot better.

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You cant help but giggle seeing him emerge after you'd given him his uniform. He didn't exactly suit the gaudy blue t-shirt with yellow sleeves. The navy work trousers did cling around his ass very satisfyingly however. Dean spots you admiring the booty, raising an eyebrow and laughing.

“It's not like you need to imagine what's under there,” he winks.

“Shhhh!” you give him a playful elbow to the arm, “If management find out we know each other, they'll totally put someone on else to train you.”

“Well we simply just can't have that can we?”

“Right! So just...behave yourself already!”

Dean did not behave himself. Throughout your tour of the store and warehouse he continually messed about and made innuendos that left you a in a near constant state of blush.

“The hell is this supposed to be then?” He laughs, picking up a rather phallic looking piece the store had on sale in the bathroom section.

“Christ Dean I dunno,” you hold your head in your hand, fighting back the laughter trying to burst out of you, “Some kind of ornament or something I guess?”

“This shape though? In the bathroom? Yeah they knew what they were doing with this thing,” Dean puts the 'ornament' back down pulling a stupid face.

You move on, narrowing your eyes at him, but unable to hide the smirk on your face. Next was the bedroom section.

“What that's then?” Dean inquires, pointing to the corner where a huge curtain hides and divides off a chunk of the room.

“That's one of the bedroom displays but it needs changing over to the new stock. So the bed sheets need changing, the small furniture swapping out etcetera,” you explain, “That's our first job actually.”

“And they hide it?” Dean raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, its so the customer's see only the full display, apparently seeing it built up and swapped around can destroy the illusion.”

“So...nobody is likely to go snooping in while its being changed?”

“Well...its cordoned off, so generally not.”

A glint twinkles in the Winchester's eyes which makes you slightly worried but guiltily intrigued.

You head over to the curtain, both slipping in behind it.

“We need to get rid of all this stuff first, like the bedding and what not...” you state, grabbing a corner of the duvet intending to pull it back. Dean throws himself onto the bed, stretching out with his arms and folding them behind his head.

“Dean!” you giggle at him.

“Man I'm beat,” he closes his eyes, adjusting himself to get comfy.

“We haven't done anything yet!” you squeak, throwing one of the pillows at him.

“Yet,” he gives you a wink, “What actually happens to all this stuff once it's swapped to the new?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, “All the furniture gets sent back to the depot...the bedding bagged up and sent with it.”

“It's not checked or anything?” he gets up and walks over to you, bringing his hands to your waist and breathing down your neck.

“Dean,” you mumble, shuddering as his breathing gives you goosebumps, “I don't know what you're thinking but-”

“You know exactly what I'm thinking,” he gives a few light pecks down your shoulder towards your collarbone, “Are we likely to be left alone?”

“Um...I guess?” you try to protest but Dean is difficult to resist, “But...this is my job Dean, and yours.”

“This aint my job for long,” he mumbles, “Just stay quiet if your worried.”

He looks directly into your eyes and you see his are full of want and hunger. Fuck it, I hate this job anyway, you think.

Your lips lock onto his. Like last night his kisses are strong and passionate. He bites at your bottom lip and his hands grab your ass tightly. You gasp as he hoists you up onto his hips, his tongue asking for entry into your mouth which you accept instantly. You hands run up his back, pulling the awful shop's shirt up and off him, revealing that amazing body. Its toned and firm, a few scars here and there but they do nothing to ruin the spectacle of perfection displayed.

Dean lays you down onto the bed, one of his hands big enough to hold both your wrists down above your head. His free hands runs up the front of your shirt, lifting it up so he can access your breasts. He pulls a cup of your bra down and kisses at your already hard bud. It sends tingles straight down you, and you bite your lips together in an attempt to muffle your whine of approval. His tongue now circles it, starting slow but gradually building. You can feel the sensitivity there growing, almost becoming unbearable. You clench your eyes, biting your lips so tightly to stop any noise escaping you. Your back involuntarily arches and you just about manage to convert your moan into a deep exhale, but you can feel your throat shaking. He switches to your other breast, and your arms desperately want to come down, they want to touch him or at very least dig into the sheets, but Dean holds them there strongly. You opt for bringing you legs up instead and wrapping them around his waist. You manage to pull him forward, driving that bulge between his legs into your groin, and your eyes roll back in memory of what that bulge contains.

“You're keen,” Dean whispers, with an eager smirk.

“After last night who wouldn't be?”  you smirk back.

He releases your hands as he unbuttons his trousers, so you work on unbuttoning your own. Your eyes dart around the curtain surrounding you, hoping no one out there has cottoned on to what's going on in here. It's all making you very nervous and out of your comfort zone, but the out right freaking...naughtiness of it all makes you so damn hot at the same time.

You see Dean's hard cock in his hands and he rubs lightly away at the tip, breathing heavily at you.

“Lose the shirt,” he orders.

You automatically do as he says, tossing it aside and laying back down as Dean lowers himself onto you. You're kissing again, your hands in his hair pulling lightly while he teases at your folds.

“Fuck,” you gasp as quietly as you can, pulling your knees up so you can give Dean entry.

“Nuh uh,” he whispers, “We did missionary last night.”

Before you can even respond, Dean flips you over so you're now bent over on your knees. A slight panic suddenly takes you.

“Wait Dean I'm not into ana-” you hush quickly.

“Neither am I don't worry,” he interrupts, “Done it this way before?”

You shake your head, so self conscious in this position and nervous to be trying new stuff in this scenario.

“Relax,” he coos, “Just give it a try, I've heard crazy reviews. You don't like it we'll switch back I promise.”

“O-okay,” you stutter, not a hundred percent convinced, but despite only meeting him last night, you have a weird sensation of trust towards Dean.

Not being able to see what's going on is throwing you the most at the moment, you worry that he'll do something that takes you by surprise and makes you cry out. It's like Dean can read your mind, he does everything he can to give you a pre-warning. You feel his fingers gently caressing your folds again, and in this position they seem to be so much more sensitive, sending a tingle all the way down your legs to your knees. You throw your head back, trying to replace moaning with deep breathing.

He replaces his fingers with his cock, and slowly eases in. Your mouth opens but you somehow manage to hold back the moan, clenching your eyes tightly. As Dean slowly begins to build momentum, your clench the headboard getting used to the sensation of your g-spot being hit at this new angle. It feels so much more intense, your coil beginning to quickly tighten already. Dean's breathing get heavier and you hear him mumble numerous curse words in lust.

“Play with your clit,” he whispers to you, his cock thrusting deeper as he leans into your ear. Once again you find yourself obeying, one hand still clutching on the headboard for balance and the other making small playful circles at that most sensitive point.

A very slight whimper escapes from you as you feel your body start to come alive. Dean is clutching onto your ass so tightly, it causes a new pleasurable pain you haven't experienced before.

“God Y/N,” he grunts, reaching his quickest pace, “I c-can feel you getting tighter. F-fuck.”

Hearing him say these things makes you so much hotter. Your g-spot now getting hit rapidly, your circling finger gaining speed. It's overwhelming.

“D-dean,” you gasp as quietly as you can.

Another grunt comes from him as he makes a final deep lunge into you, and you feel his cock throbbing as it releases his warmth, coating all inside you.

You white out momentarily, your knees caving in as the spring inside you explodes. You force your head into the pillow, hoping it will muffle the strained moans you try so hard to hold back.

You both drop onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling and trying to regain your breathe.

“That was...” you start, wondering if that really did just happen.

“Amazing,” Dean finishes, chuckling slightly as he grabs your hand.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

You both hastily get dressed and manage to sneak off to the bathrooms for a quick clean up. As you come out you run into your manager, a look of disgust on their face.

“You and the newbie seen that bedroom section!?” he cries.

“No!” you answer quickly, attempting to sound convincing and not sure if you're succeeding, “We were just finishing a quick break and heading over there actually.”

“It's a mess!” the manager exclaims, “Looks like some customers have been fooling around in it or something.”

“Now that's just sick,” comes Dean's voice from behind you. He must have just come out of the bathroom too.

“Ah, so you're the trainee then?” the manager looks down his nose at the Winchester.

“Not any more actually,” Dean shrugs, “I'm quitting.”

You look at him in shock, the manager just scoffs and walks away mumbling something about time wasters.

“Your quitting!?” you shriek, “After all...that!?”

“I'm sorry sweetheart,” Dean looks genuinely apologetic as he brushes a stray hair from your cheek, “This was only a temp thing because me and my brother were having some...money issues... but he just text me to say it's sorted so we're actually gonna be leaving town tomorrow.”

“Oh...” you feel a little deflated. He did tell you last night he was only in town a short while so this was to be expected really. It's annoying but...there is one small opportunity left, “So you'll be around tonight then?”

“Uh...” Dean raises an eyebrow and tilts his head at you, “Yeah I will.”

“Meet me at 8?” you smile cheekily, “Same bar?”

Dean laughs, scratching his head, “Yeah I'd like that.”

You give him a wink and stride back to work, a new found spring in your step. Yeah this wasn't ever going to become a full blown relationship, but it sure is a lot of fun.

Best day at work, ever.

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Baralai x Gippal: The Bromance Chronicles - CHAPTER TWO

Chapter Two of a series focusing on a bromance relationship between Final Fantasy X-2′s Baralai and Gippal, told from Baralai’s viewpoint.

Pre-X-2. Pre-Crimson Squad.

Word Count: 2172

Read Time: 3-4 mintues

[Please click “Archive” link located above to view previous chapters]

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“-and that’s the touching story of how a sphere hunter fought a Bascinet to win back the love of his wife, truly heart-warming. Back to you, Shelinda”

“Thank you. Today’s weather is set to be dull and dreary, with an eighty-percent chance of torrential rain coming in from the Thunder Plains, people on the east-coast may want to bundle up warm, as it’s going to be a wet one today. Over on the west-coast we have-“

Baralai woke to a strange sensation across his upper body. He felt something heavy, yet familiar resting atop him. He looked down. Gippal. The pair had fallen asleep together whilst watching late-night re-runs of Fiend Hunter Extreme. And who could blame them? The luxury Divebeak-feather futon they slumbered on was crafted to be so comfortable that even a Tonberry would have trouble resisting its cushy embrace.

Mornings like this were common in the Baralai and Gippal household. The pair would stay up late binge-watching trash TV on Spira Network and end up falling asleep on each other. In the morning, they’d wake to find each other sprawled across one another, akin to a pair of puppies that’d tired themselves out after a lengthy, joyful playdate.

The early afternoon sun shined through the skylight window above them and reflected off the empty packets of Peregrine Bites and Flan Soda cans that littered the Nashorn-skin rug beneath them. The beige, laminate-wood floor that encompassed their open-plan living area was now a dumping ground for clothes, shoes, and a heavily-used, tattered blitzball.

Gippal began to stir.

“Urgh…” he moaned. His once perfectly-gelled hair now lay flat, protruding downwards into a bushy, unkempt bowl cut.

“Gippal…” Baralai started, in a raspy voice. “You awake, bro?” he looked down at Gippal, his bare chest exposed. He stared for a while in envy, wandering how someone who ate so much garbage still managed to stay so toned. He took Gippal’s sleepy state as an opportunity to curiously examine his torso. He noticed his nipples were significantly darker than the rest of his body, a dark hazel-brown contrast with a milky-bronze tan.

“You sneakin’ a peak at my bod’, bro?” Gippal mumbled with eyes half-open, his tiredness still apparent through his voice.

“No…” he replied, ashamed and embarrassed he’d been caught in the act.

“If you want a piece all you gotta do is ask, bro” he teased, sleepily.

“What?” Baralai asked, visibly confused.

Gippal began to rub his body, whilst mockingly moaning “Mmm, Baralai. Yeah just like that, baby” he erupted in immature laughter, unable to continue his poor seduction attempt.

Baralai laughed, “Dude, you’re so weird”

Baralai gradually forced his eyes to open past their squinting, post-sleep state. He slowly looked around the exceptionally large living area, scanning the area similar to how a patrol officer scans his post for foreign invaders. In his sights he spotted something brown and covered in fur. Baralai was on full alert as it began slowly closing in on their quarters. The intruder, which now resembled a small ball of fur, began to hasten its approach and bolted towards them in excitement, knocking over empty buckets of Luca Fried Chicken on its way.

“Woof!” it barked.

“Look who’s awake!” Gippal said, gleefully.

The ball of fur shot past Baralai and pounced straight onto Gippal’s chest.

“Oh and he’s here! Easy boy, easy!” Gippal laughed, now playfully wrestling against what was, upon closer inspection, a puppy.

“Hey, he looks like he’s getting bigger” Baralai said, eyes full of adoration.

“You think? No surprises there, living in a house with me’ll do that to ya” he said, oddly proud of his glutinous ways rubbing off on to an innocent animal.

“Did you leave food out for him? He’s probably starving” Baralai remarked.

“With the way he bolted over here he probably ate the whole dang refrigerator” Gippal joked, scratching the ball of fur’s ears. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? Doji’s a good boy, yes you are! Yes you are!”

Doji’s eyes were wide with excitement. He appeared to be a cross of various breeds, but mostly resembled a pint-sized wolf. He and Gippal had found him abandoned and malnourished behind the loading bay at the Luca Harbour whilst returning home from a late night movie trip to the Sphere Theatre. He remembered how empty his eyes looked, and how timid he was toward them when they first took him home.

“Aroof!” Doji barked in joy, reacting to Gippal’s hugs and playful tones. Gippal resumed his sprawled position across Baralai, and Baralai stared down at the both of them, taking in the picturesque moment. He pondered on the thought of how similar the two of them were; Doji was always full of spunk and seemingly always in the mood for a brisk walk down Luca Bridge, similar to how Gippal was always perky and frequently suggested he and Baralai take spur of the moment trips to various places across Spira.

Mentally mulling over the errands he had to do, he realized had no time to waste.

“Ok boys, I gotta get up” Baralai said in an authoritative tone.

“Baby, please…five more minutes” Gippal teased mockingly in response.

“Dude, get off of me!” Baralai shouted jokingly.

“Ah, killjoy”

“I must begin making preparations for today. The New Yevon Council have put me on a strict diet; they want their future praetor in tip-top condition. If I don’t stick to it, they’ll be highly disappointed in me” Baralai stated, finally freeing himself from the Gippal and Doji heap that was piled on him.  

As he headed toward the kitchen area located a few feet away from the futon he had just freed himself from, his feet burdensomely brushed past all the paraphernalia the floor was dressed in. The kitchen looked like something taken straight out of affluent home décor magazine Spira’s Homes. The counters and cabinets were a modern shade of matching brown and white, each one fitted with polished Takouba-iron handles. In the centre of the kitchen stood a solo countertop tastefully adorned with low hanging silver-lamp shades and a pot of Sylleblossoms imported from a foreign, faraway land.

“Okay, let’s see what we got” Baralai started, reading off the first page of the thick, Dragon-skin book titled The Yevon Diet: A Guide to Clean Health and a Clear Mind he’d picked up off the countertop, “One shot of turbo-ether, one handful of gysahl greens, two mana tablets…” he continued, reading off a long list of healthy and expensive ingredients.

“Damn bro, they tryna turn you into an Iron Giant or somethin’?” Gippal quizzed as he listened to Baralai trail on, still relaxing on the futon play-wrestling with Doji.

“This is New Yevon we’re talking about. Hey, their motto should be A Dozen Things at a Time” Baralai joked in a cautious tone, as if he were secretly fearful that one of the Yevon priests would appear and scold him for dishonouring the organisation.  

“Ha, nice one dude” Gippal replied, now following Baralai’s example and getting up off the futon. He stood up to reveal the backside of his toned frame, the only piece of clothing visible was a tight pair of fresh white briefs. Baralai watched as he stretched and shook off the last of the morning blues, but as Gippal turned around to reveal something that resembled a rather large upward tent pitch, he hastily averted his gaze down toward the countertop.

“Hey, you want some of this?” Gipple shouted from the futon area.

Baralai hesitantly looked up and locked his line of sight on to a half-eaten pack of Peregine Bites Gippal was holding up with his back now turned.

“Nah dude, all yours” he replied, flustered.

“More for me” he muttered, putting the bag to his head and scoffing down whatever crumbs were left. He then crumpled the empty packet and bent over to make a start on clearing the garbage from the previous night.

Baralai gathered the ingredients and placed them in a blender. “-and fifty millilitres of chocobo milk” he said conclusively, pouring the last of the milk into the blender. He turned the blender on and a soft whooshing sound, similar to that of a fan on a hot summer’s day, filled the room. He watched as the ingredients blended together to form a somewhat thick, red-pink liquid.

As he watched the substance whir round and round, he pondered on the stern words his father said to him during his training at Bevelle; “Be wary of the company you keep. Those who aimlessly saunter through life have no place being in the company of those who are destined for greatness. New Yevon needs a leader who is sharp and focused, distracted not by the careless ways of others” although he didn’t directly say who his words regarded, his dislike of Gippal made it apparent they were aimed at him.

“Ooo, nice machina” Gippal said with enthusiasm, heading towards the countertop for a closer inspection. The tent pitch had subsided somewhat, but was still noticeable enough to catch Baralai’s subconscious gaze. Again, he quickly averted his line of sight and looked back toward the blender. He secretly wished Gippal would show at least a little decency every now and then, realizing he was now perhaps becoming a little too comfortable around him.

“Hey, is that a…yeah! Thought so, an Invictus model. Top of the line right there. Man, Papa Baralai set you up good, didn’t he?” Gippal said, scratching his chest as he headed over to the fridge to see what was on the menu this morning.

As he tried to figure out how to operate the blender, he began to think about how Gippal really wasn’t as reckless as his father strenuously thought. He was quickly rising through the ranks of the Machine Faction and his expertise on machina made him a wizard when it came to fixing faulty appliances around the house. Gippal had his sights set on being the leader of the Machine Faction, hoping to be known throughout all of Spira someday. Baralai stopped the blender, unhinged it from its base and poured the contents of the jug into a glass. As he poured the rich creamy yoghurt-like substance and slowly filled the glass to the top, the aroma of strawberry’s followed and Gippal seemed intrigued.

“Mmm…I gotta get some of that. Save me some?” Gippal asked, tilting his head and pressing his hands together in a praying position.

“Sure” he replied. He began to drink and tried to savour the taste as much as he could. As Baralai slowly chugged the beverage, he could feel Gippal’s gaze. As he drank, he observed Gippal’s facial expression, clearly anticipating the moment he’d be granted permission to gulp down the leftovers.  After realising he’d drank a little too much, Baralai quickly stopped himself from drinking anymore,   holding the glass away from himself to see how much was left.

“Aw, dude…” Gippal said, disappointed at the small amount leftover.

“Ah, my apologies…”

“Doesn’t matter, there’s still enough left” Gippal said, taking the beverage from him without any hesitation as to whether or not he should drink from the same glass. In two gulps, he finished the remains, dramatically slammed the empty glass on the table and let out an almighty “Yeah, baby!” which left Baralai’s ears with a minor case of tetanus.

“Ha, I see somebody’s taking a liking to New Yevon, wanna sign up?” he said, playfully.

“Ha, take it easy bro, I ain’t willin’ to dress up in a man-dress over some health cocktail” Gippal started, lustfully looking over at the empty glass “No matter how dang tasty it is” he finished.

Baralai scouted the living area and was impressed with the effort Gippal had made to straighten up. As he scanned the space, his eyes caught a Spira Babes calendar he hadn’t noticed before. This month featured a short-haired blonde woman wearing a pink-purple robe holding a red, oversized oriental fan that strategically covered her chest with one hand, and blowing a kiss toward the camera with the other as she lay seductively on a heart-shaped bed.

“Total milf, dude” Gippal interjected, gazing at her with a smitten expression.

“She seems a little…seasoned” Baralai replied, referring to his confusion over her age.

“The older the spice the hotter the flavour” he said with a suggestive wink as he made a bold stride from the fridge back to the futon, chugging back a box of chocolate-flavoured chocobo milk.

Baralai half-laughed at Gippal’s comment. He placed the used glass inside the dishwasher and cleared the countertop, putting things back to their rightful place. Proud of the condition of the kitchen and living area, he placed both hands on his hips and nodded approvingly.

“Alright, I’m gonna hop in the shower” Baralai announced, walking towards the hallway.

“Cool, just holla if you want me to help with your back” Gippal shouted back in response.

Baralai laughed, rolled his eyes and headed out of the living area toward the bathroom.

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