#blonde t-bag saved me

[sabrinasprincess]

THEODORE BAGWELL Prison Break | S02E14

[woso-story]

Meeting By Chance - Part One

Leah Williamson x Reader - Part Two Three

London’s familiar rain pelted down in a steady rhythm, the kind of drizzle that seemed to define the city’s atmosphere. Leah pulled her hood tighter around her face, her training bag slung over one shoulder. The day at Arsenal’s training grounds had been relentless. Every pass, every drill, every tactic had been scrutinized under the pressure of upcoming Champions League group-stage matches and critical league fixtures.

Her muscles ached, and her mind churned with strategy and self-critique. All she wanted now was the small comfort of her favorite coffee shop—a warm drink to cut through the cold and the ever-present stress.

Pushing open the door, she barely noticed the soft jingle of the bell or the inviting hum of conversation inside. Her thoughts were elsewhere, her gaze cast downward as she muttered, “Bloody rain, as if today couldn’t get any worse.”

She didn’t see you.

You were just stepping out, your coffee in hand and a desperate hope that the caffeine would salvage your miserable day. Between your boss’s unreasonable demands and the train delays that had made you late, you were already on edge. And now? Now, there was coffee splattered across your favorite sweater.

The collision felt almost cinematic in its chaos. Your gasp echoed as the hot liquid seeped into your clothes, spreading rapidly. You stared down, utterly frozen, as the reality sank in—your sweater, your jeans, even your shoes, all ruined.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” The blonde woman in front of you was already babbling, her hands darting to grab napkins from the counter. Her hood had fallen back in the commotion, revealing striking blue eyes and flushed cheeks. “I wasn’t looking. I—this is completely my fault.”

You looked up, your frustration bubbling to the surface. You were about to let loose, to say something about how people needed to pay attention, when you stopped.

She was breathtaking.

Even as she clumsily offered you tissues, her features were a mix of elegance and sincerity. Her eyes held yours, wide with concern, and for a moment, you forgot about the coffee dripping from your clothes.

“Here,” she said, pressing the napkins into your hands. “I—I can’t believe I just did that. Let me help. Please.”

You took the tissues, though you knew they wouldn’t save your sweater. “It’s... fine,” you said, though your voice carried a hint of irritation.

“It’s not fine,” she insisted, her gaze darting from the stains to your face. “Your sweater’s ruined. I’ll pay for the cleaning. And for your coffee. Please, let me.”

You sighed, exasperated but strangely disarmed by her earnestness. “It's okay. Really.”

But she was already at the counter, ordering your replacement drink. You watched as she handed over her card, her lips pursed with determination. When she turned back to you, the remorse in her eyes was palpable.

As the two of you waited for your drinks, she extended her hand. “I’m Leah, by the way. Leah Williamson.”

The name sounded familiar, but you were too distracted to place it. You shook her hand, introducing yourself. Her grip was firm but gentle, and the warmth lingered even after she let go.

When your drinks were ready, she handed you yours with a sheepish smile. “I still feel terrible. Are you sure I can’t do anything else to make it up to you?”

You hesitated, not wanting to prolong the interaction but also unable to ignore the pull you felt toward her. “It’s really okay,” you said, but she cut you off.

“At least let me take you out to dinner,” she said quickly. “As an apology. Please.”

Dinner? The idea felt strange, but there was something in her voice, a vulnerability that made it hard to say no. You thought about your day—how terrible it had been—and realized that maybe this odd encounter was the highlight you hadn’t expected.

“All right,” you said finally. “Dinner sounds nice.”

Leah’s face brightened instantly, and she pulled out her phone. “Can I get your number? I’ll text you the details. How about Friday?”

“Friday works,” you said, exchanging numbers with her.

As you turned to leave, you glanced back over your shoulder. She was still standing there, her phone in hand, a small smile playing on her lips as she stared at the new contact she’d just saved.

You stepped back out into the rain, but this time, it didn’t feel so dreary. Despite your ruined outfit, you felt lighter, almost giddy. A laugh bubbled up, and you couldn’t help but shake your head at the absurdity of it all.

Meanwhile, Leah lingered in the coffee shop, her drink untouched. She couldn’t believe what had just happened—or how relieved she felt that you’d said yes. Friday couldn’t come soon enough, and for the first time all day, the stress of football seemed like a distant memory.

As she stepped back out into the rain, her thoughts weren’t on the Champions League or league standings anymore. They were on you, the stranger she’d run into—literally—and the chance she’d been given to make it up to you.

Perhaps it wasn’t just an apology dinner. Perhaps it was the start of something neither of you had expected.

[whereubeenloca]

Haircut

Summary: You give Carmy a haircut.

Pairing: Carmy x reader

Word Count: 690

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

You jump in surprise at the voice behind you, turning around with scissors in hand. Chunks of hair covering the tiled floor of your small shared bathroom. 

“Um… haircut?” you mumble innocently. Your once long hair has been chopped into a shaggy bob that hovers just above your shoulders, wispy bangs framing your face. “Does it look that bad?” you ask as you turn back towards the mirror, fluffing your freshly chopped locks. Carmen shakes his head, it looked surprisingly good for something you did yourself. He really shouldn’t have been so shocked, you’d been groaning for weeks about wanting a haircut, he just wasn’t expecting it to be at midnight. 

“No, No… it um. It suits you.” He shrugs as he leans against the doorway “Just wasn’t expecting it.” You hum in response before turning around to face your roommate. “Shorter than yours now.” You joke. Carmen rolls his eyes with a smile, taking a step forward into the bathroom and standing next to you at the mirror “Is not.” he says defensively, pushing a hand through his hair. It was longer than he was used to, he hasn’t been to his barber in ages. His hair was in the mullet-stage, blonde curls almost touching the neckline of his t-shirt and long bangs flopping in front of his eyes. Carmen fusses with his hair for a while as you sweep the floor, running his hands through it over and over. “I could cut it for you if you want.” your voice cuts through the silence as you toss your hair into a trash bag. He looks at you unsure before looking at himself in the mirror, “I guess a trim couldn’t hurt.” 

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You ghost your hand up his neck, stopping just shy of his hairline. A tingle runs up his spine at the feeling. “You want me to cut to here? Or do you wanna keep it on the longer side?” your voice is soft in his ear, you’re closer than he’s used to. “Uh… maybe a little longer for now?” He chokes out. You nod and move your hands lower, trapping some of his hair between them “Okay got it.” Your hand leaves his neck and he mourns the feeling. You reach for the spray bottle, wetting his hair down and combing through it. “We can always go shorter if you want to.” 

Carmen grunts in response as you section out his hair, you push his head forward gently before trimming along the longest part. You hadn’t been roommates for long, a few months give or take. The two of you mostly kept to yourselves save for the occasional run in, he hadn’t lived with anyone in so long he wasn’t really sure how to go about it. You would always start conversations, asking about his day or offering him food. It was nice, he didn’t know what to do with that. Your fingers rake though his scalp sectioning the vertical pieces and Carmen’s mind goes blank. You explain the steps to him, how you learned from some youtube video or something- he isn’t really paying attention. 

Everytime you touch him it feels like his skin is on fire. Your voice isn’t helping, softly telling him which way to tilt his head as you start working on the sides. He isn’t sure where to look when you work on his bangs, your face hovering close to his. Your eyes are focused on his hair as you create a guide for yourself, tugging it up between your fingers and snipping away. Once you're finished you run your fingers through his hair a few times to double check the length, his head feels dizzy. 

“I think we’re done. Whaddya think?” you ask as you dust down his back. Carmen takes a second to look at himself, turning around and running his fingers through his hair. “I like it.” He says with a small smile. “Thank god. I take tips, you know.” you joke as you begin cleaning up the mess. He responds with a light chuckle, still staring at himself in the mirror. 

[missbellamere]

pairing: vi x pageantgirl!reader headcanons

sfw + nsfw no specific appearance traits is assigned to reader! enjoy!

yall know me from the bait x male reader fics this is my attempt to actually contribute

sfw:

-THE pageant girlfriend: she will drive/fly with you to competitions, cheer the loudest when you're on-stage, and take photos for instagram (she's basically a trained photographer at this point)

-DOWN BAD for you when you wear your evening gown for competitions, esp the ones with high high slits

-takes and saves the pictures for later encourages you and give you SO much praise when you practice your walk in front of her for the swimsuit competition

-she insists she helps you practice interview to help hold eye contact ;)

-absolutely would bring cozy slippers and carry your 5-inch heels for you after you get offstage

-lowkey gets possessive when you get hit on by men

-but that's okay because her girl can wear whatever she wants because vi will beat the absolute shit out of those men

-people thought she was your bodyguard and they were a bit surprised to find out that you liked girls (queer pageant girl struggles...)

-would totally run a fan account and make edits of you but wouldn't tell you and people kept on wondering where the account got pics that nobody has seen before

-yall are literally the hottest it-couple

-carries your crown case, your bags, basically EVERYTHING when you go somewhere to make an appearance with your pageant title

-your pageant friends are her friends!! they keep on asking where they can get a supportive partner for themselves cuz vi is such a lifesaver in competitions

-if you don't use professional hair and makeup, vi would def try her best to do your eyeliner to make them twins

-"I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT HER TI-T-T-T-FACE" - prob vi

-lets you put the crown on her for shits and giggles

-brings the fattest banquet of flowers to every one of your pageant finales

-SCREAMS HISTERICALLY like a crazy fan when you get called for the winner

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mdni

nsfw:

-she respects that your makeup can't be ruined between competitions, so she waits patiently :)

-when she gets possessive, she literally can't wait to peel that dress off of you when you get back to the hotel

-crazy noise complaints

-absolutely LOVES ruining your stage makeup with your mascara and eyeliner running down your face when she makes you cry with her strap

-your swimsuit routine practices always occasionally turns into something more...

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a/n: deep apologies for my lack of nsfw content here but I can't come up with anything pageant specific... yet.

in honor of miss america finale yesterday!! (I'm here to say that texas got robbed because I can't say that on my pageant instagram account or else I'll get cancelled. no but seriously. this is the THIRD year in a row that 2nd place was a black woman and a blonde girl won... also texas ate all the competitions like what???)

this is my love letter to all the straight-passing and hyper femmes esp ones living in the south <3

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 15

Double Prompt: "What are you wearing?" / "It's Laundry day!" + "Yes. No. Maybe."

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x Reader

Warning/Tags: FLUFF, allusions to sex/innuendo at the very end, established relationship, petnames (sweetheart)

Summary: It's laundry day and you whip out your handy cosy outfit you wear when Steve isn't around. However, Steve comes home early...

Word count: 879 words

A/N: Hello! I am currently in Wales for the week so my future posts will be via mobile rip I've just had a 6.5 hour drive I am not ok

also, this one is inspired by the fact I have one of these <3- Love, Grem x

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How you'd managed it, you never knew.

Keeping an item of clothing expertly hidden away from your boyfriend to save yourself an embarrassing conversation was nothing short of a miracle in your shared apartment. However, when Steve Rogers was busy playing Captain America elsewhere in the world, it came out. Especially on cold days such as this and when there were no clean clothes (who are we kidding ? Pyjamas) left to wear.

Today was laundry day and Steve was away on a mission. Which meant one thing; out came The One.

You waddled to the kitchen grasping the overflowing washing basket, dumping it unceremoniously into the middle of the kitchen to better pile the washing. Four distinct piles later (whites, colours, darks and delicates), the first load of washing went on. You stood and watched the machine grumble to life, slowly pushing the clothes in lazy circles. With a heavy sigh you padded back into the bedroom and began the tedious task of stripping the bedding.

A simple pleasure in life was clean sheets. Soft, clean cotton smelling like it had been dragged through a field of spring flowers made the effort of stripping and re-assembling the sheets worth it. Even if they wouldn't stay clean for very long. Regardless, your boyfriend would be appreciative (if he noticed before he collapsed into the bed as per usual after a long mission).

Bedding stripped, and feeling slightly sweaty, you headed back to the kitchen to make yourself a drink. You wondered about Steve and how his mission was going as you idly sipped at your glass. Long missions were always a pain since Steve couldn't talk at regular times, meaning you were often left wondering what kind of state he was in. Though, worrying yourself silly wasn't an option.

Shaking your head trying to rid yourself of thoughts of your blue-eyed, blond bombshell, you pulled out your phone and started up your cleaning playlist. You may as well continue to be productive after all! First, kitchen counters were wiped down with swaying hips. Then, the fridge was deep-cleaned with off-key singing. Then the trash taken out and so on, to the sound of your off-key voice and occasional dance move.

By the time you'd snuck back into the apartment (after dodging your nosy elderly neighbour near the stairs) the washing was done. Bending down to collect the damp laundry and belting out lyrics to a timeless tune of ABBA's, a familiar voice spoke. Startled you drop the clean clothes with a squeak, spinning to see who had entered.

"What are you wearing?" Steve chuckled from the kitchen doorway. He was dressed casually in T-shirt and jeans, holding his kit bag. He had come back from his mission early.

He had come back from the mission early.

" I –" You begin realising you had been caught red-handed and red-faced. " It's laundry day!" You say, two octaves higher than you wanted.

Steve bites back a grin as he looks at you stood in the middle of your kitchen in a Captain America onesie. It was the retro costume, bright cerulean blue, red and white. There was even a hood with the wings embroidered on. Not to mention the zipper that was his shield. It was too big for you but you looked cosy and cute.

"Okay..." Steve finally says slowly, raising an eyebrow as you cover your face. You're too cute. "Have you been hiding this from me, Sweetheart?"

You shuffle your feet. You wanted to combust on the spot. You wore an arguably cuter version of your boyfriend’s damn costume and he's found you in it.

"Yes. No... Maybe." You mumble from behind your hands. "I didn't know you'd be home so soon."

"Thought I'd surprise you." You can hear the smirk in Steve's voice and it only makes you feel more flustered. "Looks like you beat me to it."

"I can explain," You say quickly but as you move your hands away you can see that Steve is chuckling at you. Your heart hammers as embarrassment flushes your cheeks. You sigh, defeated, and give him a quivering, embarrassed smile.

Steve drops his bag and strides forward, wrapping his strong arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

"You look amazing as always." He teases.

"Shut up." The feigned huff of annoyance isn't lost on Steve and it only makes him smile wider.

"I mean it," He leans back to look down at you with his goofy grin. He gently brushes a wisp of hair out of your eyes. "This is a nice surprise to come home to.”

You wrap your arms around him, holding him tight, resting your head against his chest. "Har har, very funny." You look up at him and feel yourself grinning. "I'm glad you're home."

"Glad to be home... but aren't you hot in that?" Steve's brows furrow at you. The material is plush and thick, there's no way you wouldn't be boiling. Steve fiddles with the shield zipper between his fingers, wondering where did you buy this from.

"I uh..." You give him a sheepish smile. "Only have underwear on underneath."

Steve eyebrows shoot up and he gives you a playful grin. "Oh, this is definitely better than my suit."

[tumblingxelian]

Chloe Knows:

Apparently game Chloe knows Marinette is Ladybug, so I wrote this:

Summary: Chloé Bourgeois is perhaps the last person Marinette expected to see on her roof after having lost the Miraculous to Felix.

Chloé Bourgeois is also probably the person Marinette least wants to see on her roof.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Chloe knows more than she's ever let on and that complicates things, but it just might end up helping too.

Chloe Knows:

The last thing Marinette expected to deal with right now was Chloe hanging out on her roof, arms folded and tapping her yellow jacket impatiently.

It was also the last thing Marinette wanted to deal with, save maybe finding Hawk Moth waiting for her. & that thought just sent her gut into a tailspin, so Marinette forced open her ceiling hatch and stalked onto the roof.

Chloe zeroed in on her instantly, hissing, "You kept me waiting!"

Marinette barely resisted the urge to grab and shake the blonde, because she had only just finished re-tethering herself after the disaster of losing the Miracle Box.

Still, she had just enough restraint to only force her way into Chloe's space, grounding out, "How did you trick my parents into letting you up here, Chloe?"

The blonde blinked confusedly, "I climbed?" She motioned to a discarded pair of gloves sitting in the rooftop bin. "Why would I talk to your parents about that anyway? This is our business."

Marinette tried very hard to parse that question but she was still trying to process Chloe having scaled her walls!?

"Because they-, I-" No she as not dealing with that right now. "Chloe we don't have business!" Marinette settled on, arms flailing.

"Normally we wouldn't, you made sure of that-"

"Oh I made sure of it?"

"Yes you," Chloe huffed, somehow the one affronted, "When you got me to be terrible for my mother, then made it impossible for me to be good as Queen Bee by taking Pollen. Now you go and lose her & the others? I thought you were at least cunning to pull that scheme off Dupain-Cheng, or are you just lucky!?"

Marinette technically 'heard' what Chloe said, but she didn't have the wherewithal to react to it. Not right now as her whole world felt like it was suddenly unreal and empty and yet crushingly full all at once.

"Hah, haha, what are you t- talking about? Me, take a pollen? I don't know what that is? I don't even like wasps!"

Chloe dragged her hands down her face, screaming into her palms, "You cannot be this thick, no one can, for the- I know you're Ladybug, I've known your Ladybug for ages. Now tell me how you lost the Miraculous!"

"I could never be-"

Chloe stepped forward, counting off on her fingers.

"Rena is Alya, Nino is Carapace, Sabrina the Hound, Max is Pegasus, Kim is monkey guy and Zoe is Vespera, very petty of you, kudos really. Need I list more?"

"I"

"I've seen your Kwami, do I need to grab your damned earrings!?"

Marinette's hands flew to them, and she flung herself back, then started to giggle, maniacally.

"Hahaha, of- of course, this is a nightmare! All a nightmare! I didn't fail, Chloe doesn't know anything, I didn't get tricked by Felix and doom Paris! Hahaha- OW!"

Chloe pulled her hand back and out of pinching distance.

"You're awake Dupain-Cheng & finally answered my question to boot. Felix, ugh!! What, did he pull that stupid 'I'm Adrien' stunt and you just tripped over yourself?"

"Actually-" Tikki cut in gently, drifting out of her bag. "There was no tripping that I recall, & he'd had help this time, as Adrien wished to stay in Paris so it was more believable."

Marinette felt like her throat was closing up as she rasped, "Tikki, why!?"

The Kwami turned to her, big eyes doleful, "I am sorry Marinette, but it was obvious she knew and has evidently known for sometime. I felt you continuing to try and cover this up would only make things worse not better."

"Good thing too, I was about to tackle her and shake you out of that bag-ah!"

Marinette grabbed Chloe, spun her around and trapped her against the nearest wall. Eyes wild and frantic, the command phrase to transform dancing on her lips.

"Where's Hawk Moth? What's your game Chloe!?"

"If this was a game I'd be having fun, also," Chloe brought her hands up, and sharply but lightly 'chopped' her way out of Marinette's grip with the sudden pressure on her elbows and then shot out of grabbing range.

"Uhu, you had your chance to straddle me and passed it up."

Marinette's overtaxed brain wanted to 'scream' at that particular mental image. But Ladybug Brain was taking over and she snapped.

"How long have you known? It can't be that long or Hawk Moth would have found out already. After Penal-Team, no after-"

"Are you kidding? I've known way longer than that," Chloe boasted.

"Then why doesn't Hawk Moth know? Why didn't you just Akumatize and bring him the Miraculous!?" Marinette hissed.

"Because I don't want him to win, obviously!"

"You say you want him to win all the time!"

"I say stupid stuff when I'm angry, sue me!"

"Marinette!" Her parents called, and she could hear them racing up the ladder and nearly tripping over one another in a bid to make it to the rood.

Tikki vanished back into her purse and Marinette stood stock still frozen as her parents clambered out. Her mother hugging her close and her dad stepping between her and Chloe.

"How did you get up here?" Her father groused.

"Marinette, are you OK?" Sabine asked, fretfully.

A million and one excuses flew through Marinette's exhausted brain. Class project, Chat Noir dumped Chloe on her roof, she was Ladybug & Chloe had come to yell at her- No wait, that was the truth!

"What business is it of yours?" Chloe snapped back, evidently not intimidated by her father.

"Because this is our home, and our daughter and you are trespassing." Tom rumbled.

Chloe leaned to the side and looked at Marinette, still in her mothers arms, and then pointedly looked 'past' them.

"That doesn't answer my question, Marinette and I's business is none of yours."

Her mother frowned, "You've never had business with our daughter, just sharp words at best. You have no right to her or anything here."

"Ch- Chloe was just checking up on me, after Monarch's announcement." Marinette rambled, trying to piece the pieces together into something workable that wouldn't send Chloe into a fit.

Both her parents looked stunned and also like they wanted to ask if she was concussed.

Fortunately, Chloe managed to pick up where she'd left off.

"Exactly, we certainly aren't friends, but I felt obliged to check up on someone else I knew Ladybug wouldn't check on."

"What?" Her mothers hug tightened, and her voice actually quivered.

Her father looked between the two sides, seemingly lost for what to do with himself.

The pieces fell into place and Marinette came to the truth, in a sense.

"I was Multi-Mouse, when my science teacher god Akumatized, Ladybug needed someone who was good at multitasking."

"Marinette," Her father rushed forward and pulled her into a hug that knocked the air out of her lungs.

"I... I helped her, I did OK I think."

"You got the Miraculous back so you did your job," Chloe cut in, neither warm nor scathing.

Her mother evidently didn't agree, "It shouldn't have been her job, either of your jobs. You're children!"

"Mum, dad, it's fine, really it's fine!"

Her mother ran a hand through her hair, "I feel like there's something you aren't saying sweetheart."

She glanced at Chloe who was watching the exchange with an inscrutable expression. Some strange mix of confusion and almost starvation like hunger that was honestly painful to perceive.

Marinette licked her lips and pressed on.

"Chloe was right that Ladybug might not check up on me. At least not in a way I could see."

"She's usually such a good hero?" Her father said, sounding despondent.

"It's because I asked her too! I... When I was Multi-Mouse, I used the other Miraculous. A lot. I shouldn't have, but nothing bad happened!" she hastily added, at her parents near frantic looks of worry.

"Ladybug warned me, but I misunderstood and she said even though I was OK this time I shouldn't use magic again for a long time. I was upset, I wanted to help her, I-"

Why was she crying?

"I wanted to be a good hero, but I just screwed up and now," she was sobbing. Gods she was sobbing in her mothers arms.

"There there, my treasure, I am sure you were brilliant, let it out," her mother stroked her hair while her father hovered protectively, one large hand rubbing circles on her back.

Fortunately, Marinette had already cried her heart out once tonight and was too tired for a truly spectacular breakdown.

She managed to half slip her mothers grip, wiping at her eyes. "Thanks, both of you," she glanced at Chloe who was back to not quite staring at them. Her face was a mask of forced, haughty neutrality that looked like it was being kept in place with wires buried beneath her skin.

"Thanks for checking up on me Chloe, and for somehow not telling Hawkmoth our, my, anyone's identities when he had you Akumatized all those times." Because she still needed an answer to that, only the fact Tikki hadn't seemed panicked was keeping her grounded.

Chloe swallowed, hands clenching and unclenching before she spoke.

"Yes, well, I might not be Queen Bee or a hero anymore, but ridiculous circumstances demand ridiculous actions. So for tonight I'm a hero and it's the duty of a hero to look out for people. Even one's they hate."

OK, ow.

Chloe pressed on, "As to identities," She shrugged. "If that idiot Hawkmoth, Shadowmoth or whatever he's calling himself had that kind of control he wouldn't have to wait for people to break before getting them under his thumb. Even when I let him in the last few times, I never let him dig deep and I'd just kick him out if he tried to paw at any of my secrets."

Marinette felt like her heart was going to collapse in on itself because, "Even knowing everything you do, you just- I can't- I don't understand you at all Chloe!"

That actually seemed to draw the blonde up short, "That's a surprise, I thought you knew me better than anyone. You're certainly good at," Chloe looked at her parents ten back to Marinette, "Hitting my weak spots when we come to blows."

It felt like there was a lot to unpack there and for the first time in a long time, Marinette knew she'd actually have to spare no small amount of time and thought on Chloe's inner workings.

For now though.

"Even if you 'can' just kick him out."

"You know I can!" Chloe stomped her foot. "You saw me do it when I was Penal-Team!"

"That's my point! Isn't that like willingly helping him!? Other people have to be tricked!"

Chloe scoffed, "Tricked she says, don't over-sell it, it's being angry or sad, or whatever and taking a deal. Besides, does it look like I'm helping? I played soccer for an hour then quit."

"You had a bunch of people trapped in deadly orbs Chloe!"

"So what!? People try to kill me all the time! Ivan tried to smear me on the pavement! Nathanial tried to chop my legs off! Mommy murdered me and no one cared! No one!"

There was a choked edge in that but Chloe pressed on. "Because it's not a big deal, and anyone trying to make it a big deal is just looking for sympathy points, so there." 

She huffed and unfolded her arms, "Anyway you've clearly got people to tend to and I got what I came for. See you at school, Multi-Mouse."

With that she marched across the rooftop to her sky-box. "I'm not climbing the walls again if I don't have to so I'll just leave out the front and avoid the stray dog."

Before she reached the door, Marinette was surprised to see her mother reach out and gently grasp Chloe's shoulder.

"Chloe," She said firmly, as the blonde practically froze up, looking half ready to bolt, or shout. "Thank you for checking up on our daughter, that was a good thing and for whatever it's worth. People should have cared, I'm sorry those who should don't."

There was a moment where Marinette honestly expected Chloe to start crying, to fling herself at her mother and howl and sob. She was sure she saw something glisten in her eyes before Chloe wiped it away, and swallowed.

Her voice was rough as she said, "It's... Thanks, or whatever, doesn't matter. I don't need anyone's help."

"Everyone needs someone, so if your feelings change, don't be afraid to ask, people can surprise you. Especially if you don't break into their house." Her mother said the last part with a sort of forced, hopeful smile.

Chloe nodded, like taking an instruction, a rasped something escaping her lips before she achingly pulled away and climbed down the ladder.

A million and one feelings, questions and terrors still swirled in Marinette's mind but as her father and mother gently guided her down the ladder, intent on hot coco and comfort talk. She knew they'd have to wait. Could wait, until she was rested and ready.

Even still, a part of her would linger on the question of Chloe. What to think, to feel, to do, certainly. But also on the quieter, more uncomfortable thoughts.

Like who someone who felt they had no one would turn to if they were desperate and at the end of their rope.

'& it's not just Chloe either, who does Chat Noir have besides me?'

It was an uncomfortable thought, but one buoyed by a new revelation. No matter how omnipotent Hawk Moth seemed, no matter how all knowing he claimed to be; he was clearly far less than that.

It wasn't much to build on, but it was something, a foot hold from which she could dig in her heels and drag him down from his perch.

Golden hair flashed in her mind again and another thought echoed in her head.

'One good foot hold may be enough to bring down Hawkmoth. So what could it do for someone else?'

Because no matter what she said or had done, Chloe made a choice tonight, and had been making choices for longer than Marinette realized. Not having fallen down the slope but merely standing on the brink.

'But she took a step back tonight, to somewhere I can reach.'

& maybe all Marinette needed was one good foothold to pull Chloe all the way back, perhaps Farther than she'd ever been, or Marinette even realized was possible. 

It was a tender little hope, strange and unsure, but somehow, in Marinette's mind, it felt like solid gold. 

NOTES:

Wrote this is one sitting, then edited it, I hope it reads well XD

I have no plans to continue this, though if someone else wants to take it and run with it please feel free. I kind of envision Marinette re-inviting Chloe to the class group chat as a sort of olive branch and them slowly working through their respective issues.

Also Chloe turning up at Felix's with a tazer and the same martial arts skills that let her fight Mayura to a stand still and possibly, violently reclaiming Doosoo, cos you can pry Jock!Chloe from my cold dead hands!

[animestsstuff2]

Unconventional

Bakugou Katsuki X Fem reader

The text between the hearts is present text and the text after/before is past, like a memory.

part 2 here

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"brought you some chocolate" His voice made you jump as you turned in your seat. The blondes hand was outstretched, your favourite chocolate bar between his fingers. Your eyes widened as you took it from him and set it on the desk meeting his gaze. He pulled out the seat across from you and loudly slammed his bag onto the desk making you glance over at the glaring librarian.

"T-thank you! what are you doing here though?" You asked quietly, he took his seat and stared at you. This was the first he had interacted with you since the night he came to your room looking for another heat pack. You did avoid him though, fearing you'd started snoring since you had fell asleep. The embarrassment eating at you.

"came to help you study n' repay the favour. I don't like owing people"

right..how does he owe you though? You hurt him the first time and he saved you the second..if anything you owed him

You said nothing as he pulled his books out. You felt giddy staring as he began reading at the English textbook and scribbling messily on his page. Your leg bouncing. You were with Bakugou no wait, Bakugou came to study with you! okay your stomach was twisting and head buzzing as you tried to calm your nerves.

"what's with the starin'? I got something on me?" His voice interrupted your thoughts and you blinked dumbly at him making him roll his eyes as you quickly snapped back to reality and shook your head. your cheeks red as you tried to focus back down on your own notes.

Bakugou knew he didn't owe you anything. He never owed anyone anything but he wanted to be near you. He didn't like admitting to himself that you got his attention. His grumbling self annoyed he caught feelings for a girl but at least it was you and not racoon eyes or someone worse. He found out you were struggling with English by paying attention to Present Mics not so quiet discussions with you. He found out your favourite chocolate bar by cornering that brown haired extra. He forced her to spill after school one day and threatened to blow her ass up if she told anyone. Bakugous methods were unconventional but they were his and they seemed to work on you

The very next day he moved to sit next to you in English and from there every so often he would find you in the library, slamming his back down loudly and offering you your favourite chocolate bar. This habit grew the odd relationship between you too. You both kept it a secret, you fearing it would stop if anyone found out knowing he hated interacting with others. He just didn't wanna listen to dumb extras, especially Dunce Face whine about how he got a girl before him.

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the way Bakugou asked you out wasn't conventional either considering he actually hasn't asked you out. You looked over at the blonde who was hunched over his desk messing with something to do with his gauntlet. You lay on his bed, rolling over as you found yourself thinking about his unofficial way of asking you out, giggling which made his eyes look over to you before rolling them knowing you were probably thinking something girly and making weird girl noises.

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The library study hangouts turned into him sitting with you at lunch, which turned into him favouring to stay with you during group hangouts. This continued and whilst you grew closer it amounted to nothing and left you confused. He always brought your favourite snacks to your library hangouts and would always 'accidentally' make too much food and would bring some to your dorm, forcing it into your hand before you could oppose.. He even came to watch a movie in your dorm one night but he sat as far from you as he could and left the minute it was over. Your crush on him grew but so did you frustrations with his odd behaviour, did he feel bad for you? was this a prank or bet among the boys?

the next time you both hung out you were determined to get some form of answer from him, although you didn't know when that next time would be. You chewed on your lip as you paced in your dorm room. Bakugou hadn't spoke a word to you today not that that was out of the ordinary for him but you still couldn't stop thinking about the weird relationship which had bloomed between the two of you. You stopped, checking the time 8;00pm.

You slipped your slippers on and left your dorm, making your way up to the blondes in hopes he wasn't already away to sleep. You stood outside, hand raised to knock as you rapped lightly. You let out a breath as you stepped back, waiting..and waiting..and

okay hes asleep! at least you tried

You swivelled on your heel ready to leave and forget about this attempt when his angry voice came from behind you and you froze, slowly turning round to see him shirtless in a pair of black shorts. His hair falling down more over his eyes which were glaring at you. Your cheeks burned as you quickly averted your gaze from his taut muscles and back to his face.

"what do you want" His voice was harsh as he scratched his head before folding his arms across his chest and leaning on the doorframe. You swallowed the dryness in your throat and stepped closer, worried of any potential listeners.

"Um, can we talk..in your room?" You asked quietly, fingers picking at each other as he stepped back and made room for you to enter. This was actually the first time you'd ever been in the blondes room and it suited him to say the least. You turned to face him, looking up and meeting his eyes as the door shut.

"Hurry up I wanna sleep" He grumbled as he moved over to sit on the edge of the bed. You followed, opting to stand in front of him as you took a breath in.

"what are we?"

Silence. That was all you could hear as his brows quirked up. He made no move to say anything as the silence lasted longer, and longer. Your heart dropping as you puffed your cheeks out feeling your eyes get wet. You turned going to leave and never speak to him again when his hand reached out to wrap around your wrist and stop you. Your chest tightening as you turned your head over your shoulder, seeing him stood. His fingers flexing around your wrist

"what do you mean?" You turned back round fully now to face him. His face expressing a look of honest confusion and frustration. His hand still holding your wrist.

"You know, like, what are we Bakugou? are we just friends or..We hang out all the time and you help me study and stuff" You were mumbling quietly as his red eyes kept focus on yours. The cogs in his brain moving as he realised the context of your question.

"we obviously aren't friends. You seriously too dumb to not catch on we are dating?" His almost 'duh' tone made your mouth drop open. he was seriously mocking you for apparently not realising you two were dating?!

"dating?! Bakugou you haven't even asked me out!" You snapped, pulling your arm from his hand and placing them on your hips. He had to force himself not to laugh at your angry expression. your significantly shorter form and unusually furrowed brows was a funny sight to him.

"yeah I mean I bring you chocolate and hang out with you! why else would I do that if we weren't dating dumbass" He grumbled annoyed this was why you disturbed his sleep. You just gritted your teeth, seriously all this anxiety and he isn't even taking it seriously.

"You have to ask someone out to be dating! and You literally barely speak to me when we hang out. I didn't even know you liked me, How did you even know I liked you?" You shot at him. The blondes head growing sore with your accusations and questions as he sat back down on his bed, rubbing his head.

"ah shut up! I knew you liked me cause that racoon face told me so. She wouldn't stop yapping about how we would be a cute couple and I do talk to you. We are talking right now!" You groaned at his response and also at Mina for betraying you.

"Bakugou that's not how you go about relationships. You have to ask someone out for them to be your boyfriend or girlfriend" You dropped your hands as you sighed. The blonde was unconventional. His attitude and methods completely ignoring traditional ways.

"so? Well now you know I like you so we are dating now" He said, voice still gruff with annoyance. You giggled feeling your annoyance subside as you thought about it. You suppose the gifts of food and chocolate were his way of flirting. The hangouts were better than how he treated even Kirishima half the time.

"when did you decide we were dating?" You asked, curious of when you unofficially became Bakugous girlfriend. He sat for a second, thinking, before answering.

"the first time I brought you chocolate" Your eyes widened, that was like, nearly three weeks ago now. You laughed again, this time harder and his eyes narrowed at you.

"Bakugou that was like three weeks ago! seriously I swear one of those weeks we went without saying a single word to each other" You couldn't help but tease him, which he didn't appreciate.

"yeah and? what's your point" He asked, watching as you moved to sit criss cross beside him on the bed.

"You have to talk to your girlfriend at least once a day if you want to date somebody" You chuffed and he rolled his eyes.

"Okay Ill talk to you more anything else I have to do now or will you leave so I can sleep" You shook your head giving him a big smile as you both got up as he walked you to the door. You opened your mouth to say goodbye when his hand shot out and grabbed yours, pulling you firm against his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. The blondes warm body and quick action shocked you and just as quickly as he had hugged you it was over and the door was slammed in your face.

Your face on fire from the interaction and your mind buzzing you decided not to stay in longer as you rushed back to your own dorm. Your heart racing happy with how it worked out. it wasn't a prank or bet, he actually did like you and you were going out even if his way of asking you out was unconventional it was good enough for you.

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��Oi! Why are ya ignoring me?” His loud voice broke you from your day dream, blinking you felt the bed dip as he rested against the headboard. You shuffled up, coming to sit beside him.

“Oh, sorry I was just thinking about something” you mumbled, leaning your head on his shoulder. His cheeks tinted pink as he moved in closer, shoulder tensing.

“‘Bout what?” He mumbled and you shifted your head up to look at him.

“Just how we started going out and how you didn’t actually ask me out” you laughed slightly and he puffed his cheeks out brows furrowing.

“Yeah well too late now” he grumbled and you giggled.

“Hmm. I mean..technically you never officially asked me out, so is it really too late? Cause Denki has been flirt-“ He was quick and rough as usual. His hands moving you both as he sat on top of you. Your back against the bed as his head hovered over yours. His red eyes narrowed.

“Whats this about Dunce face flirtin’ with you? As if you’d want him over me” he continued and you just giggled, wrapping you arms around his neck. He was so easily teased and ridiculously jealous.

“Im only joking Kats. Denki only ever tries to flirt with Jirou” you sighed. The blonde just let a grumble as his eyes softened, glancing at your lips and you felt your cheeks heat at the proximity now. His nose grazing yours. You hadn’t even caught on that your legs were wrapped around his hips.

His eyes glanced again at your tongue that poked out to wet your drying lips. His eyelids closing slightly as yours followed. His breath mingling with yours moving his head lower.

“Yo! Bakugou you comin’ down to watch a movie!” The loud knocking on his door made the his head shoot up as his hands that were flat on the bed curled up. A grumble leaving his mouth. You smiled at his response but were also left feeling disappointed.

He got up going to the door and swinging it open as the insistent knocking finally stopped. Denki stood on the other side a wide grin on his face which dropped as his eyes fell behind Bakugous shoulder to you, on his bed and his jaw dropped open.

“Y/N! What are you doing in- oh my god! You guys are totally hooking up. I gotta tel-“ Bakugou grabbed the rambling boys shirt, pulling him in close as his other palm crackled beside him.

“Tell anyone and you. Are. Dead” his voice was deep as he threatened Kaminari who nodded vigorously, knowing it was a threat Bakugou would keep. He let him go and immediately Kaminari took off.

“Sorry Bakubro! You know I gotta tell the boys! Brocode!” Bakugou was off after him and soon you were too. A smile on your face as you watched you boyfriend yell profanities at the Kaminari who sprinted down the stairs and eventually into the communal area where everyone sat on the sofa.

“Guys everyone! Ha- wait..let me- catch my breath” he folded, hands resting on his knees when you and Bakugou entered behind him.

“Dunce face Im gonna kill you!” He yelled, hand reaching out as Kaminari jumped out of the way, running to hide behind Kirishima.

“What? Kaminari what have you done this time?” Iida groaned as he stepped over, class representative trying to maintain the peace.

“Nothin! I was just coming to tell you guys Y/N and Bakugou are totally hooking up!” He cried, shaking Kirishima. Everyones eyes grew wide as many girls shouted ‘what’ simultaneously.

You cheeks immediately burned as all the girls bounded over to you. Mina pulling at your arms and even Momo grabbed your other hand gleaming at you. Uraraka just stood beside giving you a forgiving smile.

“It was bound to get out eventually Uraraka. Thank you for keeping our secret” you told her and she nodded. You watched as the boys crowded Bakugou. Kirishima throwing his arm round the your boyfriends shoulders whose face was red as he yelled loudly, pushing at them all to leave him alone.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you tell anyone!?”

“Bakubro! Cmon, you’re not actually gonna kill me!”

“I knew there was something going on..when you moved beside Y/N in English. I have it in my notebook”

“How long have you both been dating?!”

“Who asked who out? Was it romantic!”

Your cheeks flushed like Bakugous as you both tried answering the flurry of questions. Well, actually, only you. Bakugou just shoved them all off and took a seat on the sofa. His arms crossed after flipping Kaminari off.

“Um, we’ve been dating for a month? I think now” you answered as everyone moved to sit on the sofa, taking a seat beside Bakugou as the girls kept their eyes on you.

“I knew it! I knew when he moved beside you in English it mean’t something!” Mina cried as she grinned widely. You just nodded playing with your hair.

“Okay guys, its not manly to be nosey. Lets put this movie on” Kirishima stated as he gave you a small smile. They had picked out some comedy movie as everyone got situated.

Bakugou shuffled closer and moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you curled up beside him. Uraraka slapped a hand over Mina’s mouth as she quietly gushed about you too, quickly snapping a photo before being forced to focus on the movie.

You cuddled closer to Bakugou as you sighed. A kinda weight lifted from you chest as you no longer had to keep the secret of your relationship. You knew the girls would be dying for details tomorrow and will definitely not understand Bakugous unconventional methods but you liked the fiery blondes attitude and he was there for you when it mattered.

[wickedisback]

You’re My Sweet

A Holiday Gelphie fic

Author notes: A fic I wrote back in 2010. Very book characterization based. But no spoilers for anything act 2 musical or book wise. A chapter from the middle of the fic but I think it’s a good standalone short.

TLDR: Book characterization. No spoilers for book or Act II.

Rated T

I apologize for the grammar in advance. I have not gone over it since I posted it in 2010 and just wanted to put it out into the world during the holidays.

In the book the holiday season they celebrate is called Lurlinemas. ‘Tis the season to toss me a like if you’re so inclined.

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Waking to an empty room, Galinda was slightly disoriented. She napped much longer than she’d planned. Hurrying out of bed to turn on some lights she glanced at the time, 8 o'clock at night. Where exactly would Elphaba be? Galinda shook her head, as if to shake away the lingering thoughts of their nap- cuddled in bed, Elphaba comforting her, feeling safe and warm and…

Well, Elphaba could do as she pleased for all Galinda cared. It wasn’t her place to worry about it.

Tomorrow was Lurlinemas Eve, and the room needed decorating. She grabbed a box full of festive baubles from her wardrobe. Galinda hummed to herself as she traipsed around the room, taping sparkling snowflakes to the window and stringing pink lights around her vanity. Pink and silver garland decorated her headboard, and pearly white ornaments hung from every drawer knob on her side of the dorm.

Galinda glanced around at her work, feeling quite proud. She plopped down on her soft, frilly bed and noticed the lack of anything pretty on Elphaba's side of the room. Well... there was an extra strand of pink and silver garland. After all, if Elphaba didn't like it she could simply take it down. Resolved, Galinda placed the garland on Elphaba's headboard, tacking it in place. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled and she realized she had skipped dinner, due to their afternoon nap. Galinda felt her face grow warm as once again her mind drifted to thoughts of Elphaba holding her so very close.

Furtively, she glanced at the box of Lurlinemas decorations; it was nearly empty save for an old sprig of mistletoe. It would be silly to put it up, no boys were allowed in the dorm. Besides, Elphaba might get the wrong idea... Wrong idea about what exactly? “No, not even possible." She said aloud to the empty room. “She doesn't even think we're friends..." And it was true, they were just so... different, but that didn't mean that she and Elphaba were enemies, right? Galinda sighed. She was over-thinking this, just because Elphaba had been acting strangely didn't mean anything. Elphaba was strange, plain and simple. It had nothing to do with feelings, or friendship, or anything else that was getting mixed up in that blissful blonde brain of hers. Galinda gave up on her mental debacle and decided to scrounge up something to eat instead.

Just then, the door flung open and in burst a flustered Elphaba.

"Unbelievable." Elphaba muttered under her breath, tossing down a stack of papers and throwing her cloak off her shoulders. She shoved a brown bag into Galinda's hands and kicked off her boots. "Inconceivable." She huffed, plopping down on her bed and gesturing for Galinda to open the bag.

Galinda reached in and pulled out two sandwiches; she handed one to Elphaba and opened her own.

Elphaba took a bite, chewed and swallowed. "Melted cheese sandwich, I'm afraid they might've gotten a bit cold on the way over."

Galinda unwrapped hers and shrugged. "Good regardless, thank you."

Elphaba sighed in exasperation.

“What happened?" Galinda sat down next to her roommate and nibbled at her sandwich.

"Too much to explain." Elphaba muttered.

"You were researching." Galinda prompted. "And... there was a breakthrough of some sort?"

"The Wizard is trying to suppress all Animal activity." Elphaba explained, finishing her sandwich and reaching for some juice.

“What?" Galinda asked, shocked.

"Dr. Dillamond thinks that the Wizard is trying to suppress the Animals from our society, enough that they will eventually be phased out and all that will be left are animals in their place." Elphaba handed the juice to Galinda and paced about the room, twisting her spindly fingers together and wringing her hands.

"But the Wizard wouldn't do something like that. He works for the betterment of Oz." Galinda objected. "That old Goat must be wrong."

"Don't you see? He's completely right, of course. It all started with the Bann. Something must be done about it. The segregation has already started. Why didn't I notice it before?" Elphaba groaned, clearly upset with the situation and with herself.

"The Bann meant for Animals... it was the catalyst for something more?" Galinda guessed, still trying to catch up on Elphaba's ravings.

"Yes, yes, don't you see? The Wizard is deceiving all of Oz!" Elphaba grabbed her roommate's shoulders in excitement.

Galinda gaped, her mouth a perfect 'O'. "If this is true then someone has to do something."

Elphaba stared straight into Galinda's eyes with a fervor the blonde had never seen before. "Someone will."

Slowly, it dawned on her... "Oh Elphie, you can't!"

A smirk crept across the green woman's lips. "Elphie?"

Galinda couldn’t help but blush. "I-I... it just slipped out."

Elphaba chuckled, tousling Galinda's hair.

Galinda wasn't one to be patronized. "You've got a nickname for me. Why can't I have one for you too? Even if we aren't friends." She huffed, crossing her arms and pouting.

"I do?" Elphaba asked absentmindedly, turning around full-circle to take in the room.

"You call me, 'my sweet'."

Elphaba glanced at her. "What happened to our room?"

"I decorated. Tomorrow is Lurlinemas Eve. You don't like it?" Galinda asked, not sure why Elphaba's approval suddenly mattered so much to her.

Elphaba shrugged. "A bit... pink for my taste." She prodded the decorations on her own bed.

"You can take them down if you like." Galinda offered, feeling irrationally disappointed.

Elphaba turned, noticing the tone in her roommate's voice. "If you like them, then I like them." She smiled, hoping Galinda would smile return in. She looked for the usual brightness that surrounded her bubbly roommate, finding it unusually absent. The blonde was huffy, irritated, and Elphaba couldn't help but wonder why.

“Something wrong?" She put her flurry of anger and frustration at the situation of Oz on hold. She turned to focus on her roommate and begin to suss out the change in their dynamic.

Galinda sniffed, turning away haughtily. "No."

"Lies." Elphaba said, stepping up behind Galinda and snaking her arms around the smaller woman's shoulders, resting her chin on top of the blonde's head. She felt Galinda stiffen at the contact, definitely unusual as gentle physical contact usually calmed the blonde down. Just a squeeze of the hand or a light touch on her arm from Elphaba normally helped settle any of Galinda’s distress.

"Why that nickname?" Galinda asked, her voice light and breathy.

Elphaba chuckled, moving her lips to brush against the shell of Galinda's ear. "Is that all? Isn't it obvious?" Elphaba nipped lightly feeling a shiver travel down Galinda's petite frame. "It's because you are delightfully, sugary sweet."

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AUTHOR NOTES:

Working on transferring my Gelphie fics from fanfiction.net to an AO3 account. (I’ve never had one before). There is a lot more to this fic.

But my hobby is now writing Gelphie fics so hopefully they’re enjoyable to someone?

Happy Holidays Gelphie Nation!

Reblogs also appreciated 😁

[double-vandammage]

Title: Stripped

Word count: 2,192

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Shawn POV, Jealous!Bret, Strip tease, Pet names, Biting, Anal sex, hand jobs, play fighting

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Oh my this took a lot out of me. 🫣 I spent many nights wrestling with my thoughts on how to write a sexy strip tease and this was the result. I listened to Cherry Pie by Warrant more times than I care to admit to help move this thing along. It turned out WAY smuttier than my first Hartbreak fic I was originally embarrassed to write. 🥴

I got inspiration from the In Your House: HBK vs. Goldust Dark Match for the WWF Title (10/20/1996). That gave me a mixed bag of emotions and I am still thinking about it. 😵‍💫

Shawn waited for Bret leaning against the side of the ring. The stadium seats were vacant and shrouded in darkness save the overhead lights illuminating the empty ring. The match he had with Goldust was sure to have ruffled a few feathers, including one Hitman. The two had been messing around for months on and off. They would meet in private before, after, and in between various matches or promos. Nothing got Shawn going faster than when Bret would berate him in front of a live audience. Surprisingly enough Bret had made the first move. What began as a fistfight ended with a kiss. Shawn found himself backed into a wall, preparing for a punch. Instead he was met with Bret’s lips on his. It was lust at first fight. 

“Quite the show you put on with Goldie.” came Bret’s low voice from out of the shadows. Shawn smiled, eyeing Bret’s delicious frame striding down the entrance aisle. “Aw, you know Goldie ain’t mean nothin’ by it.” he grinned. Bret placed his hands on either side of Shawn, bracing himself with the edge of the ring. “You kissed him.” Bret said, those dark eyes searching him. “All part of the act, sugar.” Shawn drawled, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of Bret’s jeans, and tugging him closer. He moved in for a kiss, but Bret was quick to grab a handful of hair to stop him. Shawn let out a sharp hiss in response. “Not so fast boytoy.” Bret commanded, swiftly twisting Shawn around to face the ring. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson…get in the ring.” he growled into Shawn’s ear, nipping at the skin.

Shawn hurriedly jumped up and rolled under the ropes, standing to lock eyes with the Hitman. Bret began to leisurely make his way around the ring, never breaking his focus with Shawn. “Take off your clothes.” he demanded cooly. Bret was never usually this forward and never asked him to strip. May have had something to do with his entrance. Maybe. “Really?” Shawn asked, eyebrows raised. Bret stopped, “Now.” he ordered. “Well okay darlin’.” Shawn beamed, moving center stage. He wasn’t used to a party of one and no music, but who was he to argue with Bret The Hitman Hart?

He watched as Bret pulled a chair from under the ring, setting it up in the aisle. He had strategically placed the chair just before the overhead lights, obscuring the older man from Shawn’s view. Shawn shrugged out of his jacket first, swinging it a few times before letting it fly. Slowly he undid his belt buckle, gliding the strap from his waist. He paraded around as he usually did, untucking his t-shirt and giving Bret just a peak of his chest and stomach before covering back up. He removed his hair tie, giving his head a few good shakes to show off his soft blonde hair. Shawn knew how much Bret secretly salivated over how his lengthy hair would cascade past his shoulders and down his back. 

He fell to his knees, bringing his t-shirt back up to expose his stomach and chest again, placing the hem of the t-shirt in his mouth. Unfastening the button and zipper of his jeans, he leaned back to then kick off his boots. Bret remained reserved, continuing to hide in the black. “You can join me anytime Bret baby.” he cooed, shedding his t-shirt and flinging it to the side. He lied down, stretching out on the mat, and began to sluggishly peel off his jeans. He slid his boxers down just enough for Bret to admire the cut of his hips. “Leave 'em on.” Bret said sharply, voice echoing. “Ya wanna take ‘em off cowboy?” Shawn teased, biting his lower lip. The chair Bret was sitting in, scraped across the floor as he stood up. Shawn’s heart began to race with anticipation as Bret approached him, his dick already hard.

Bret entered the ring in between the ropes, kneeling to crawl towards Shawn, and moving among his legs. He kissed his knee, beginning a careful ascent with his lips to his thigh and hip. Bret’s fingers dug into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them only to expose the heart tattoo above his ass. Shawn was well aware of Bret’s stance on his tattoos, he heard it regularly during the show but now he only seemed too pleased to see it. Bret licked at the tattoo, tenderly sucking at the skin. He shifted back to kiss his inner thighs, taunting Shawn’s erection. His breath caught as Bret bit down on his flesh. “Holy Jesus, don’t keep me waiting.” Shawn begged, his hands finding Bret’s mess of hair, trying to guide him towards his dick. Instead Bret rose to a standing position, holding Shawn’s legs in the air. “Oh shi-, oh come on!” he managed to squeak out before he was forced and curled into a sharpshooter. 

Shawn felt his back scream as Bret contorted his body and held fast with his most notorious move. “Fuckin’ ow.” he wheezed, scrabbling against the mat. Bret gritted his teeth, adamant in keeping Shawn stuck. “How you doin’ boytoy?” he asked, mocking. Shawn smiled, “Jokes on you mark man, I’m only getting more turned on.” Bret squeezed, tightening his hold. “Is that so?” he freed Shawn, allowing his legs to flop to the floor. Not wasting any time, Bret flipped him; his back smacking harshly into the mat. Bret pried off Shawn’s boxers, nearly tearing them to reveal his slick and pulsing member. “He sure is happy to see ya.” Shawn said, highly amused. Hastily in an effort to avoid another opening for Bret, he knocked Bret’s feet out from under him, and caught him in a headlock.

“Fuck.” Bret snarled. “Not much fun being on the receiving end huh?” he jabbed. Shawn knew he would much prefer for Bret to be inside him right about now, but holding him in a naked headlock was too good. He could practically feel Bret’s seething annoyance. “Are you ready to play nice?” he asked, continuing his solid grip on Bret’s neck. “Not quite.” he grunted, slithering out of his grasp to firmly wrench Shawn’s arm up and behind his back. Again he found himself face first into the mat, Bret letting his full weight rest on top of him. “Ah– god damn.” he panted into the ground. Bret leaned down, kissing the length of his shoulder and running his tongue up the side of his throat. He sank his teeth into his skin, biting him again. Shawn winced, a mix of pain and delight flooding his body. 

Bret fumbled around for his jacket pocket, withdrawing a condom and small tube of lubricant. “Such a boy scout.” Shawn groaned, as Bret began to work him open, inserting his fingers leisurely one by one. He could sense Bret’s impatience, wanting badly to punish him. He closed his eyes, listening to the shuffle of Bret undoing his pants and pushing them down. He inhaled sharply as he felt Bret enter him. Bret let his head fall onto Shawn’s back, his breath hot against his flesh. He kept one hand attached to Shawn’s hip while the other continued to contain his arm behind his back. Bret sank into him slowly at first with each thrust becoming more and more vigorous. “Bret baby…” he whined, reaching to touch his own leaking cock.

“I don’t think so.” Bret said, bending Shawn’s arm to join the other; preventing any further movement. “Oh fuck you.” Shawn moaned with agony. He squirmed under the weight of the Hitman driving his dick deeper, keeping his rhythm unrelenting. The side of his cheek rubbed into the mat as he turned to whip away his long hair clinging from his face. His body was already drenched with sweat. After what felt like an eternity of depriving the desperate ache between his legs, Bret began a rapid stroke to match the pace of his hips. Shawn’s body turned weak, unable to sustain the arch in his back. He had no more snarky remarks left, he was reduced to whimpering nonsense.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” Bret gasped. Shawn was in a haze, Bret’s motions becoming more erratic as he pounded into him. He felt Bret’s teeth rake at his shoulder, biting down harshly and grunting a string of obscenities as he came. Shawn yelped over the sudden sting at his shoulder, it was definitely going to leave a mark. The sensation would only fuel his pleasure, threatening to throw him off the edge. Bret licked at the fresh wound he inflicted, causing Shawn’s heart to stutter. “Motherfucker-…” he choked, his face still rigid against the mat. Bret remained inside of him, dick pulsing. Shawn’s arms were released, sore from being restrained. He steeled himself as Bret kept him propped on his knees. Bret continued to pump his cock, his cadence turning torturously slow.

Shawn thrashed around in a frenzy, his hips bucking into Bret’s fist. He knew as another form of punishment, Bret was only going to let Shawn cum on his terms. Bret lowered their bodies to relax onto the mat so he could nuzzle his face into the back of Shawn’s head. “You gonna behave?” Bret muttered, his words muffled through Shawn’s damp hair. “God no.” Shawn exhaled, ready to blow through his fervent euphoria. His answer to his amazement was well received as Bret quickened his strokes. He believed Bret inwardly relished his constant disobeyment, otherwise they wouldn’t be fucking around like they were.       

Bret held Shawn in place as he came, white strands coating his palm and dripping onto the ring. Shawn was instantly flipped over to face him, as if Bret wanted to admire his work. He knew his face was flushed, hair wet and wild. His body trembling as he tried to adjust from the convulsions of his orgasm. Shawn met Bret’s stare, his eyes conveying possibly something more than just lust. Bret ran his fingertips along the bite mark he had indented on his neck, “Shit…” he said concerned. They typically hid their bites and bruises well, but they weren’t always careful. Occasionally and usually Shawn had to be creative with his wardrobe to conceal their enthusiasm. “Don’t worry about it.” Shawn said, bringing his hand up to caress the skin of Bret’s forearm.

Bret rolled off of Shawn to lie flat on his back. They never spent much time together afterwards, it was always just sex and nothing more. Shawn moved to his side, propping a hand behind his head to rest on his elbow. He reached out to wipe the sticky hair from Bret’s forehead. He knew he was lingering too long as he began to trace the outline of his face, his fingers languidly smoothing Bret’s bottom lip. Bret shied away from his touch, “Stop Shawn…” he said, his voice horse. “Okay.” Shawn said as he watched Bret hoist his pants back up. He selfishly wondered if Bret was sleeping with anybody else backstage. Shawn reached for his discarded boxers and slipped them back on. Bret was usually the one to bounce as soon as his appetite was satisfied. Shawn found he was longing for some semblance of affection from the older man.

“I gotta go.” Bret stated, straightening his clothes. Shawn in a bleak attempt to keep Bret just minutes more, grabbed the lapels of Bret’s jacket to drag him forward. Shawn’s lips were starving for a kiss he was denied. To his surprise Bret returned the kiss, his hands on Shawn’s waist pulling him closer. They kissed until both of their lips were red and swollen. Bret broke away first, their breathing shallow. Shawn held fast to Bret’s jacket, urging him to stay. “Bret…I-” he stammered. Bret gently pushed his hands away, his mouth forming a hint of a smile. “Gotta go.” he repeated. Shawn sighed, his hands fidgeting. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” He watched as Bret departed through the ropes, jumping to the floor. Shawn followed, but stopped short in front of the ropes. He leaned over, watching Bret’s shape disappear into the darkness of the arena. He foolishly hoped Bret would reconsider and choose to spend the rest of the night in his hotel room. 

He never expected their relationship to become more than just casual. If anything, he thought Bret would form an attachment first. The Heartbreak Kid with a broken heart. Total bullshit. He collected the rest of his clothing and got redressed outside the squared circle. The overhead lights were suddenly too bright and too hot. Time to go. He gave the ring one last glance, the remnants of their affair still drying on the mat. Shawn snickered quietly, shaking his head. It wasn’t the first time he had a sexual encounter in the ring and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He was also never sure he and whomever he was with was completely alone either, but he didn’t care.

Shawn made his own way out of the arena, already scheming on how best to infuriate his Hitman in a match once again.               

[octuscle]

Damn, these stories have got me jealous and inspired. Maybe you can help me like you helped these other guys. I’m a skinny nerd with curly blonde hair stuck in a research job but I’m too lazy to work out and too scared to get a short haircut. Make me a wrestler, a construction worker, a footballer, I don’t care - just save me, please!!

You're sitting in your lab… Looking into the microscope. And you're starting to get bored. I don't know what's bothering you, but you take a microscope slide and spit on it. It's cool how your spit looks. You have an idea. You take your impressive cock out of your pants. And start wanking. And wank all over the next slide. Damn, it's these, these… Whatever the fuck it's called. The shit that makes babies. It doesn't matter. Looks like the tadpoles you used to catch. Hehehe, it was always a test of courage to eat them. Didn't do you any harm either. Then you remember that you're hungry. You take the trolley with the mop and push it towards the cafeteria. You have to take out the garbage anyway.

Even if you're not wearing a T-shirt, you're still sweating in your rubber dungarees. Thank God you've just shaved your hair. Long hair sucks. It gets in the way at work, it gets in the way during sport, it gets in the way during a proper fight in the pub or at the soccer stadium. And those are somehow the three most important things in your life. well, not work actually. But you have to earn money somehow. And unfortunately you're far too stupid to do such a shitty lab job…

The fresh night air is good for you. Outside in the parking lot is a summer party. The nerds and other weaklings are having fun at a kind of company fair. Not your thing. You're about to call it a day. And then it's off to the gym. Start by hitting the punching bag for an hour. And then let's see… You'll have a good time. Actually, you always have fun!

[noowayybroo]

I can't think of a name for this fic.

Hi! It's been a while!

So one of the first Resident Evil fics I read was about Leon saving you from an abusive ex! And I desperately wanted to find more of these!! But I couldn't :( So! I wanted to write one! But before doing that I thought... Leon's a sweet boy - n I heard he had an ex or something before re2?? but maybe I'm wrong?? So what If YOU, dear reader, ran into absolute sweet baby boy Leon (just the one I have in mind but play it however you want if you can) and helped him through a dodgy relationship or breakup?

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Reader

Warnings: Not NSFW. GN reader cuz YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! WHY WOULD I EVER WANT TO EXCLUDE YOU, HUH!?!?!?! No mention of age but faint job and relationship to Leon suggestions. Hurt / Comfort. Please be careful there's gonna be an abusive / manipulative partner mentions but they will be hopefully brief n quiet and the fic will focus mostly on happy Leon at the end!!! Not really a warning but written with dumb GB money n phrases n stuff so sorry if that upsets you XD

"That'll be £5.29, Sir"

"Just 99p, please."

"You want the lucky dip?" ... "Just one?" ... "£3.99 please."

"You know I need to see your ID if you want those, right?"

Another day, another dollar. Another day in this dumb shop, working late shifts for what? For minimum wage and abuse from drunken low-lives. To put it simply, you worked at an understaffed corner-shop, and always had the late shifts, because you always had the time. Same old same old. Time passed slowly, each night felt like a repeat of the last, and all you did was stare at the clock and wait for your shift to end.

Wednesday through Sunday.

Same old?

Same old.

Soft baby-blues, yet just as able to pierce, were not what first earned your attention. Nor was it the silvery blonde hair that fell upon his face in neat locks. Surprisingly, nor was it that face: so soft, so pure... Quite cute. Sweet, maybe?

Ok, stop making assumptions. The young man who's just entered your store alone seems quite flustered, in a rush. Yet you notice how he takes time to establish eye contact with you and give a swift, polite nod, acknowledging you.

You gladly return his gesture and your chest flutters a little as you share a kind smile before he disappears into the rows of aisles. You think to yourself as you watch the man's head bob around the rows of products, no longer able to see his expression. You subconsciously attempt to look a little more presentable. The thing was, customers this late at night weren't usually so polite. They didn't give a damn about whether you were there or not, unless they were trying to steal something. Wait, what time was it again?

10:04

Oh. An hour 'till home time. Great, your feet were killing you. You're shaken from your mundane day-dream as the man strides quickly up to the counter. His hands are full of microwave meals and booze. He reaches the counter long before you're focused and ready to serve him, but waits patiently despite his rush. He hands you his ID, although you'd probably have let him go without it, pays in cash and scrambles to pick his things up again.

"You need a bag?" you ask quietly, feeling almost reluctant to disturb his rush.

"N-nah thanks I got- it's not my money I don't need it-"

"It's on me." you state, soft yet assertive, grabbing his items and shoving them into one of the more expensive carrier bags. You catch him off guard completely. He stands there, frozen, as you pick the rest of his items out of his cradling arms and bag them, before shoving them back to him all packed.

"Wh- T-thanks!" He beams, hesitant. He gives you a wide, genuine smile, nods, and leaves. Just like that, he's gone. Polite, kind customers were so rare that you couldn't blame the tornado of butterflies within your stomach. To think, also, that he was so grateful for one carrier bag, something most patrons would spit on you for not supplying free. Your gaze rests on the sliding door where you last saw him, wondering if you'd ever do so again.

10:07

Uggghhhhhhhhhh....

The next few months come and go. Summer soon becomes Autumn, the nights get longer, the air gets colder and your enthusiasm for this damn job remains absent. Something that did happen, though, was that you saw more of the cordial gentleman from that night. He seemed to have been the only nice customer that came back. That, or, there was something particularly memorable about him...

Gross. Stop it.

Always kind and polite, you loved exchanging smiles with the man as he went about his shopping. You wondered why he'd been so shy.. Or at least, you'd imagined him to be shy, thanks to his timid voice and the way he stole glances at you from above the aisles.

He lets people with fewer items jump ahead of him in line, thanks you extra graciously as he leaves, and sometimes, rarely, makes small-talk with you when it's just the two of you alone. Sometimes, he likes to ask how you are, and, if a customer or your manager has given you a hard time in any way, he hurries over once you're alone to reassure you.

"Don't listen to them, c'mon... What do they know, huh?"

"You're amazing! You're doing your best and that's more than enough!"

"Those jerks don't know how lucky they are to have you!"

On one night, you're helping him pack his bags as he's counting his change to pay you, and you can't help but notice some... markings on his skin. They look like bruises, maybe hickeys? But in strange places. There are some scratches too. Where are those from? You ponder, holding out your hands for his change without thinking. Is he... alright? ...Do those hurt?

You're snatched back to reality by the sound of the change he'd just handed you falling and clattering on the counter and floor around you.

"Shhit - Sorry-", you hiss, going to pick up the coins, but before you can move, he's already shuffled to the side of your counter and is crouching down, picking up each penny with care. He hands them back to you, a little more caring this time in case you'd drop them again. He seems concerned. This time you keep a firm grip on the coins.

"Sorry... Should have brought notes..." He apologises, sincere. "Next time, sorry." No matter how much you tried to reassure him as you counted his change, he kept apologising and cursing himself. You couldn't judge him, but you just wished he wouldn't. It was your mistake, not his. He shouldn't bully himself over your issue. You stand there in silence for a while, handing him his receipt. "Thank you, but are you okay?" he asks, tentatively.

"I'm alright... I just- Are you okay?" You can't help but whisper. You feel terrible, prying about his personal life, but you were just so curious. You were worried for him. His confusion dissolves into a pool of concern as he follows your gaze to his own hands and neck, and he quickly shies away. He looked hurt, as if your stare had wounded him, as if you'd accused him of something. More so, he looked as though you'd uncovered something he'd rather leave hidden.

He does his best to assure you, swearing up and down that he's alright. He tells you he does a lot of training for his job, which made some sense with his figure, and that sometimes things can get a little rough. You didn't completely buy it, but he was gone just as quickly as he'd come - signing off with a polite nod and a 'good night' and disappearing into the cold.

Worsening your suspicions, the next time you saw your favourite customer, he was even worse for wear. His hair was tussled and messy and his features a little more scratched up and grizzly. Worst of all, this time, that lovely smile of his just felt fake - empty. It was as though he smiled for you, to show you something that wasn't really there. You greet each other. You make small-talk. As soon as he notices that his scars are visible, he takes off.

The next time you'd seen him was midnight. You'd been instructed to close the shop early after waiting for a co-worker who'd never turned up to take the next shift. The rain splashes down around you as you grumble to yourself, fiddling with the flimsy lock on the shop's door. You'd put down the metal shutters, turned off all the lights and closed up. Your priority at this time was simply to get home. You were tired, stressed and quickly becoming soaked through. All you wanted was to get home, kick off your really-painful-right-now shoes and-

...hear loud footsteps approaching you from behind.

Running.

Running?

Running towards you?

You turn quickly, heart racing, only to be met face-to-face with a really, really desperate looking gentle-customer. He greets you, panting, exhausted.

He tells you he's confused; he thought your shop was 24/7. You explain the situation to his sympathetic ears as you both stand there, equally soggy and dripping beneath the falling rain. You stand with him in silence, letting the downpour claim you as he catches his breath (or works up his confidence.)

"Did you need something?" You help him. He's hesitant, but you know he ran for a reason. Your eyes grasp his as you stand together, looking like fools on the corner of a dimly lit street.

"It- it's... I didn't want to have to ask you but could I PLEASE buy something I really really need it I'm so sorry I'll pay you extra I'll-" You cut him off, already opening the shop back up. He needed your help and you weren't about to deny him it for any reason, not since he'd been so kind to you.

You both hurry into the shop, setting up the till whilst he gathers what he needs, and then it's time to check him out and leave. He follows you out as you lower the shutters the rest of the way and lock up once more, and you wonder to yourself as you do so why he hasn't left yet. Looking up at him from your hunched over position, you see him watching you eagerly. He seems to want to say something, probably to thank you or say goodbye, but most likely feels it might be rude or abrupt.

"Thank you... Thank you very much." his voice echoes beside you in the empty street. Vivid street lights shine down on the both of you, cool colours complimenting the cold air prickling your skin. When your eyes meet, he shoots you a soft smile. You dread a 'goodbye'. You're certain it's coming. "Listen... it's really cold out.. and the rain-"

"Yeah, I know... Is this where we say goodbye for the nigh-"

"Do you want a lift?" the man interrupts you suddenly. His voice is all too timid, but he does his best to speak up over you before you mention parting ways. He doesn't think he could hear that right now.

Not that you'd know, but something about your kindness and generosity to him was affecting him in a way it shouldn't have, considering that he was in a relationship. Swiftly, the man spots your discomfort and surprise, and quickly chimes in, "My name's Leon, by the way, Leon Kennedy-", There's a long pause, "Sorry... I thought it'd... You should know that at least... Before you even think of getting in my car-"

"Are you sure?" It was your turn to cut him off this time, call it payback.. or something. In reality, your excitement just got the better of you. You wanted to speak with him, get to know him, and this would be the perfect chance!

I mean, of course, there was stranger danger, but look at him! He's harmless! Lil' (big) guy couldn't hurt a fly! Besides, by now, you felt like you knew him, at least a little. The rain poured down, soaking through you, and you didn't live far so you were sure it wouldn't be too out of his way...

"I know it's weird and sudden, I was just wondering, you don't have to..." Come on, he had to be nervous with this amount of babbling.

"Of course I'd be very grateful, thank you." You ease him, earning a relieved and somewhat excited look from him as he quickly shows you to his car which is only a few meters away. Leon juggles his shopping whilst helping you into the front before storing what he's bought in the boot. You let him know where you live, to which he gives a happy nod and an 'ah!', and finally, you're on your way. Homebound at last.

You and Leon make great conversation on your way home. Almost like a dream. You hadn't spoken to him more than five minutes in one go before, and yet it felt like you were the closest of friends. He liked your music, he was inspired by your hobbies. Your dress sense enthralled him, and he always complimented you and piped up in disagreement whenever you put yourself down. On the short drive, he really opened up to you, and, by the time you were clambering out of his front seat, he was entirely cool and collected... and slightly attractive. You didn't read that.

As you lean through the window to give him one last thanks, you bump your head on the window frame. Tender laughs and giggles were shared, before he disappeared into the night. You stumble home and fall asleep in much a better mood than you would have been in should he not have shown up. He probably had no idea, you thought, but Leon saved your day. You'd have been moody, sore and disgruntled all over, but thanks to him, you slept easy and you dreamt happy.

You wondered how he'd be sleeping that night.

That was the last time you'd seen Mister Kennedy for quite some time. Moreover, the next time you did, he was not alone at all. Someone who you could only imagine to be his partner clung to his arm as they sauntered into the shop beside him. You weren't one to judge, especially not a book by its cover, but this new face simply exuded possessiveness. Ok, alright, he has a partner. That's not so bad-

Your heart cracks a little when Leon doesn't even look your way upon entering the shop. You imagine he always did, to check who was there, but this time he seemed to know you'd be there, and seemed un-phased. Alright, this is okay too. He can't be making eyes at me and getting all friendly with a special someone around. You watch as he's paraded around the shop by his presumed partner, who is certainly making evil eyes at you. They speak loudly at him, make him carry everything and overall just seem like bad news.

Quite frankly, it pisses you off.

Leon stays quiet as they walk around, occasionally replying to his accomplice, and even when it's time to pay, which they make him do, he doesn't look at you. Could he be ashamed, maybe? Maybe he was upset at you. Or maybe... No, did this person have an issue with him just speaking to people? That wasn't very cool at all, to put it all too lightly.

You tried not to let it affect you, you really did, but when the next few times you saw Leon that month and he had them glued to his shoulder, you felt your joy and confidence being eroded with force. Each time, you'd get no input or interaction from Leon, and his lovely, charming personality seemed to be a distant memory. From his partner, which you were now sure of, given that they'd made a point of kissing him in front of you, you received the lot. This included glares, snide comments and even a service complaint which fortunately your manager did not buy.

His silent visits left you alone with your thoughts, and it was agonising. Your mind wandered as you watched him, actively dodging glares from his partner. You didn't like the way they looked at you, a stranger, when really, what did they have to dislike about you? You didn't like the way they held him so close, pulling him in like he'd run if he had the chance. Well, would he? You didn't like how he never smiled around them. You missed that smile, so so much, but with his partner, he seemed scared to show it. Why was that?

Left to stew in your thoughts, you learned to hate a stranger pretty easily. In fact, you felt a formidable rage as you trudged home in the cold air that day. Your mind was clouded with chores and responsibilities, and everything you'd have to get done. Worst of all, you were obsessed with a stranger, and with uncovering his life, and really, you felt pathetic and stupid for being as such. You felt ready to give up, as though you had to. You felt hopeless. Whatever was happening to Leon was none of your business, and at this point, what could you do? What should you do?

You'd probably never even see him alone again, and if you tried to speak to him, what would you say? Would he listen? would he care?

But there he was, in front of you: a perfect mirage, turning onto your street, a block ahead. You can't believe your eyes, especially with the distance between you and the darkness of the night. Your legs, however, didn't doubt for a minute, and you found yourself running towards him. You did your best to silence your feet, but he still heard you, and turned to check out the noise. You slow to a sane pace before walking beside him, catching your breath. Thankfully, he seemed somewhat relieved. 'At least you weren't some armed mugger', or something, probably.

This was your chance. You were beside him now, walking, and he hadn't run, or shouted obscenities at you. And even better - he was alone. He looked rough, bags hung under his eyes and he was certainly due a shower, not that you minded at all. You knew that was (despite the cold shoulder) just as caring, considerate and kind under it all. Selfishly, really, you just wanted to see him smile. Fearing he'd be home and out of your clutches soon, you break the ice.

"Leon... I've been meaning to speak to you for a while, how are you?" You try your best to sound chirpy and bright, still trying to encourage some joy from him, but he seems tired, weary as he glances back at you.

"I've been great, thanks." He replies, but without a smile, you see straight through his lie. He wants to change the subject, to push something else. "Look, I'm really really sorry for ignoring you recently. I didn't mean to. It's just my.. You know, my special someone. A bit insecure, nothing really, just have to keep quiet with other people while they're around."

Suspicions confirmed. That was his partner and he was expected not to speak to you. His sugar-coating does not serve him at all, it merely lines your heart with lead, and you press the conversation further in an attempt to distract yourself as it sinks.

"I was... actually thinking about that lately. Look, I just think... I don't know how to say this but-"

"How are you, by the way? I'm sorry I didn't ask... I hope you didn't think me running you home was odd-", Leon cuts you off quickly. He seems to not want to speak about any of this at all. He seems to know precisely where you're going. If you didn't see the hurt in his body and hear it in his voice, you might get mad, but now all you feel is sorrow for him.

"Leon, I'm... Actually, no. I'm not alright. I need to speak to you. We're friends, right? Can you answer me some stuff? I'm just curious. Like.. Your partner... how long have you guys...?" Leon swallows thickly and drags his blown pupils from the ground to focus on you. He looks guilty, he seems reluctant. But, luckily for you, he seems to think he owes you. Furthermore, hearing you're not ok has seemed to panic him a little.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry yeah so... We've been together for a few months now. They're great honestly, love of my life, all that. Childhood sweethearts. Just got a few insecurities, having a hard time finding themselves, so if it's best if I give them my attention." He sounded so kind and attentive speaking about his partner in such a hushed whisper. Maybe what he was saying was all honest and true, but something just didn't sound right. It didn't feel good-natured. Partners can be insecure, it's alright, but stopping him from speaking to others? Meanwhile, your eyes wander, dragging your mind with them.

"And Leon, what about those marks on you? Is your partner responsible for those? Did you do-", You stop when you see Leon clench his fists. He seems uncomfortable, his hair falling into his face, hiding his flinching eyes. You've hit a nerve, and instantly you feel guilty and regret your actions. Leon starts to walk a little faster, but you feel like if you're going to get anywhere with him you can't let him escape, not this time. As you pass a bench, you gently place your hands on his arms, gripping him. The gentle giant he is, he stops quickly, and allows you to drag him down to sit with you.

"I'm not sure why it matters... But fine, if.. if we're friends we can chat like friends, right? Confidential, and stuff.." He trails off and looks away for a while, before picking up the subject again, but not to deny it, "They can just get a bit clingy. Not to worry, not their fault. Sometimes when we're doing things they just go a bit far, or you know, they make mistakes, accidents. Anger issues, sort of thing but-" Leon was about to insist that you drop it now or not tell anybody about this but you're not having it.

"Leon stop and listen to me, please. I know this is insane, but it's not right, okay??? None of this is right. None of this is correct. Have you been in a relationship before now?" Leon stares at you, his eyes wide, and the lump in his throat jumps once more as he finds himself unable to reply for a while. He's surprised by your boldness. He's amazed by how you've shifted from so calm, funny and cool to this. Now, you seem furious. He imagines you gripping the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes in disappointment if you weren't holding him in place.

His mind struggles to articulate a plan for his words and actions. Just as he's about to really panic though, a thought at the back of his head hits the nail- you're worried about him. You're worried for him. His face softens and he eases up a bit, looking concerned himself. Leon lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes, clenching his jaw and licking his top lip. And then, he moves a little to let your hands slide down his arms. He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes.

"Thank you." He murmurs. "I understand what you're saying." Silence feels between the two of you, in which you both wonder what the other is thinking. And then, he answers your question. "They're my first. I haven't had anybody before." He sounds shy, almost stammering. Something within him seems ashamed. Does he think it's emasculating to have had few partners at his age? Or is he embarrassed at letting this happen to him? You recognise his struggle, and grip his hands reassuringly. You want him to feel safe. You want him to be happy.

"I get it, Leon. But please, listen to me when I tell you, It's not like that in the real world, alright?" you notice his gaze drift a little so you lean in to recapture his attention. "The person you love doesn't hit you. They don't berate you or put you down. They love you just as much as you love them. They look after you, and they want you to be happy. And they understand that you have social needs and things, and they let you fulfil them. Do you understand me?" Your voice is sweet yet firm. You don't intend to let him go without drilling this mindset into him. At least, you're going to give it your best shot.

You've called him out. You've summed him up. Not only is he fragile but he's exposed. Leon feels feeble, pathetic. He feels as though not only is he weak and unable to help himself, but as though he just exudes this image of himself. He's barely spoken to you, and now you know just how pitiful he is. He felt disgusting.

Meanwhile, you babble on as he stares straight past you, lost in a replay of the last few months of his life. He thought about the comments they'd made to him over time, the things they'd done and said, the things they'd asked or demanded of him. He thought about the horrible things they made him feel about himself.

And then he thought about you.

A stranger on a park bench, late at night, holding his hands and reassuring him. Trying to get him to see just how much he was missing out on. Not only that but you chatted away before him, and he wondered if it was the faint semblance of vanity he had left within him, or if you actually cared. He felt right, holding your hand. He felt safe and he felt respected. He zones back in, staring into your eyes as you finish your rant.

"I do understand, yes." he replies, voice low and thick. "Thank you for everything."

"I have something else to say."

"What is it? Are you okay?"

"I haven't known you long, Leon. But you seem like a really, really good guy. You don't deserve to be roughed around by anyone. You don't deserve to be insulted, or belittled. I don't know your living situation. No idea who pays the bills, but Leon. There's people out there who'd love the hell outta you and never place a finger on you unless you wanted them to, and even then it'd be because they love you, you hear?" Leon nods slowly, obediently as you speak, soaking in your words like a sponge.

"I never asked you for your name..." He rasps, once again, his mind seems to have drifted somewhat, but you understand. It's a horrible, touchy subject, and you're lucky he's put up with staying with you here in the dark. He could have up and left ages ago, you couldn't blame his brain for trying to avoid something so horrible. You sigh, how could you resist him? Reluctantly you give him your name, and earn your first smile from him in what seems to be an eternity. He squeezes your hands softly and shifts a little before looking at you very closely.

"Y/N. Please tell me. Do you think I should leave them?"

Jesus Christ. How do you answer that one?

"I know you just want my opinion, and that you might not do what I say, and that's perfectly fine," you say quietly, moving one hand to grip his shoulder supportively. You'd love to cup his face but that's far too tender. Far too intimate. "But, if they hurt you. if they upset you. If you feel used or disrespected or unloved, they are not for you. You've got tons of time left and you will find someone who loves you, if that's what you're looking for. Nothing this lowlife has taken from you or done to you can get in the way of that, alright?" You chuckle nervously as such a harsh set of words leaves you, but you go quiet when you see Leon's lips twitch.

He seems to be trying to smile, or to fight one back, you're not sure. His eyes appear watery, and his face sunken. He looks like he needs to rest. Then, he looks at you, you can tell he's about to change the subject.

"Thank you, wait. I want to do something before I forget. Could I please have your number, is that alright?"

"What for? Are you sure it's okay?" Leon freezes for a while, staring forward just as he's shuffling through his pockets to find his phone. It's not until the cold air hits your hand that you realise just how lovely his touch was. Leon looks back at you with feigned yet ignited bravery as he unlocks and begins to navigate his phone.

"I'm not going to let them stop me speaking to people anymore." You beam, wide and genuine, so glad to hear those words. For once, he's declaring his strength. He's fighting back. Leon can't help but join your smile as his eyes twinkle beneath the street lamps above. On the verge of tears, he smiles widely back at you. You exchange numbers gladly, and he calls you there and then just to make sure, as if afraid you're lying.

He makes his way home via yours, walking and talking with you and seeing you to your door. Such a gentleman, you think, even though he isn't yours. And to think his 'reward' is what it is. It horrifies you.

The tension is thick as you stand at your door, both swaying slightly as you stand together, exhausted. You conclude your conversation about work, everyday life, hobbies and things, and Leon watches you for a while, flinching a little as he thinks.

Unexpectedly, he pulls you in for a gentle hug. Nothing intimate, nothing over the top. In fact, he seemed almost scared to do it.

"Thank you. You've been so good to me." He whispers as he pulls away. You reassure him it was the least you could do, and jokingly bump him on the shoulder, spewing out something along the lines of 'you better make good on what I said' in the process. He flashes you another smile before watching you head indoors and returning home himself.

You hadn't heard from Leon in an entire week until a familiar pair of eyes creased and smiled at you from the entrance to your shop. That bell had never sounded better, orchestrating his presence. Your friend smiles at you and goes about his shopping, and, ringing him up, you can't help but notice the lack of his usual shopping habits before you. There was no cheap cider, there was no wine. There certainly weren't any ready-meals, just fresh foods, and an expensive whiskey.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he quickly smirks at you, seeming proud of himself.

"I like to cook. And besides, I thought I'd celebrate." You knew exactly what that meant. He was providing for himself now, living how he wanted to. He must have finally spread his wings and escaped. You can't help but beam, entirely in awe. You want to be certain though, as you look at his refreshed face. He seems to have had a burden and a half lifted from him.

"Does this mean what I think it does, Leon?"

"It certainly does." He chuckles before leaning in and giving you a mock-serious tone, "And you better have been right about those tonnes of people being after me... I'll be waiting for them." He sounds confident, he sounds mischievous and playful. He sounds like a new man, but with that same inner sweetness. He pays for his things, and gives you extra for that bag from months ago. Watching him leave, you made a mental note: That memory was just one more on the list of 'sharp' things that made up Leon Kennedy.

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HI I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!! IT WAS REALLY HARD TO WRITE CUZ IT WAS SUPER EMOTIONAL AND THINGS BUT I SO SO HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT OR IT HELPED YOU IN SOME WAY. I really felt quite deep writing this (to put it lightly) and I hope the story can mean as much to you, especially those of you from America etc who have to put up with my weird spellings and mannerisms. Anyway, I hope this is alright for you, and thanks a billion for all of your support, ever!!!

I'm sorry if this one hit a nerve or two, I really hope nobody was upset or offended.

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Episode 2: ♡Fibber♡

《Waking up in a body familiar, but uncanny, you unknowingly save an Idol with twins》

《Warnings: Genderbend Ai, Ai Lives Au! Possible yandere. The story is for fun, more warnings to add later.》

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《Fibber: Someone who tells fibs.》

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WAKING UP on someone's lap wasn't what you were expecting.

Gasping and gargling on your saliva, you try to form words as you sit up and back away from whoever was holding your head up.

"Oh! You're awake!"

Shaking like a leaf in autumn, you pull your hands to your throat.

The words of accusations to the strangers who brought you to a strange room wouldn't leave your throat. It was far too dry and raspy to make a word intelligible to the human ear.

The sensation of when you first woke up in a different body returned. Wanting to hurl, scream, kick, cry. Rip off the flesh that wasn't your own.

But all you could do was shake.

"[Sir/Madame] please calm down!" A young male with sparkly pink eyes with stars for pupils sat on a plain couch with two children by his side. A boy and a girl, the three of them seemed scared like you.

"Papa!" The young girl shrieks, clinging to her supposed father. "It's okay, it's okay Ruby!" He rubbed his daughter's back soothingly, his son leaning onto his side as he stared at you.

"W... w.." You force your hands to lower to your sides. Still unnerved and unable to speak properly. Breathing less erratic and heartbeat slowing down.

""W?'" The purple-haired male asked. Tilting his head quizzically as his kids followed his movements.

A man in his possible early thirties appears in the doorway.  He wore a black suit with a white shirt carelessly, adorning a pair of black shades, blonde short hair, and thin facial hair. Accompanied him was a beautiful young woman with strawberry blonde hair.

Where the hell are you!?

"Oi! Ai, why didn't you tell us they were awake?" The young woman scolded, rushing off to what you assumed was a kitchen.

"Sorry..." The male rubbed the back of his neck, flustered beyond belief. "Relax kid, your safe now." The blonde gentleman states, holding out a hand for you.

Taking the stranger's hand, you ignore the people on the couch and try standing up properly.

The woman from before ushers you to the couch where the person called "Ai" sat with his kids. The strawberry-blonde lady hands you a cup of water.

Greedily gulping it down without a care, you finish the cup in one gulp.

The blonde man laughed at you, while the woman shot him a disapproving look.

"Someone..." You start, looking down at the bottom of your glass.

"Someone, please, tell me what's going on..?" You said pathetically.

The kids look at you in awe as the older adults shoot uneasy glances at one another.

"Uhmm, (Y/N). Correct?" The young woman says towards you. You nodded, that did sound like the name you knew in your past life. Was it the same for this person's body?

"How do you know my name?"

"Your I.D. The thing slipped out of your bag when you attacked that stalker." The young woman nods with the man with shades.

"That's what Ai said, they saw you, euh- ahem, puke, on the stalker. They were about to hurt Ai- or worse if it weren't for you interfering."

The two of them lower their heads and kneel in front of you.

"Thank you." "Thank you..."

The two said in sync.

The young woman started shaking, a quiet sob leaving her mouth. Yet when she raised her head, she simply wiped her eyes. A certain gleam took over the sadness.

"You saved Ai's life, we can't thank you enough."

"You guys..." Ai mumbled. He held his kids closer, hiding his expression as his kids cuddle closer to him.

You on the other hand felt a weird warm sensation on your back. You thought it would be your embarrassment, but no, it was the two kids.

Their eyes were so big and thankful towards you, but you honestly thought they were glaring at you.

"It-its no problem! Really... I didn't even know it was a stalker..." You said truthfully, "I thought they were my neighbor. I wanted to thank them for the cookies- THE COOKIES!" You get up from your spot on the couch but fall back down.

"Auh... Never doing that again. Phew.."

You said to yourself, holding your head as you try to recall your surroundings. Ai gently pats your back as you shoot them a thankful look. Causing them to quickly bring their hand back to his lap. You would have thought he was surprised at his actions.

"BUT- The cookies! I wanted to thank you, they looked really tasty and made my day... There probably destroyed right?" You smiled sadly at the thought of wasted pastries.

"No!" Ai exclaimed, pausing when he sees the startled expressions on everyone's faces.

"We still have some! No worries." Ai plays off the slip-up, and his kids cheer at the idea of more cookies. Unaware of their agreeing nods of a silent conversation between his twins.

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Falling into your ocean eyes 🌊 | Orm Marius x Fem!Reader

Part 8

Warning : Dark jokes, harsh words, & fluffy

A/N : I’ve been very busy for past 5 days, AND actually I wrote and already put it in my draft, BUT SADLY it’s been deleted twice 😭😭 luckily I wrote this story in Notes from the start, so it’s still saved. but still annoyed 😭

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After rejecting Orm's proposal, their breakfast now becomes a little bit awkward. Y/N cooked pancakes with extra strawberries and blueberries around them, and on top of the stack of pancakes she poured honey.

When Orm tasted it, he couldn't deny that this was the most delicious breakfast he had ever eaten. Orm said in a low voice, “I like this.”

She smiled, "thank you. But this is the only food supply available. Later I want to go to the Grocery Store to buy some food supplies, and also...”

She looked at Orm who was devouring his pancakes. She continued, “I think you need some new clothes to stay on the surface longer.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Arthur gave me some of his clothes.” Orm replied looked down and looked at his T-shirt with the picture of a dolphin on it.

“No, I mean I want to buy you formal surface dweller clothes, like a shirt and tie. You can't possibly wear those T-shirt with pictures of whales or cartoons to go out every day.” said Y/N while looking at Orm, “you are Royal. Former King of Atlantis, I know-“

"Yeah I think that's necessary,” said Orm, “I want to buy it myself,” he took out the Atlantis coins that were in his pocket.

“Oh you can’t buy on the surface with that money,” she quickly grabbed the coins with her telekinetic powers, and turned them into dollar bills, “actually I shouldn’t do that, but those coins can’t changed in the Money Changer.”

After that conversations, they finished their breakfast and went out to buy some food supplies at the Grocery Store. When they stopped at Fresh Fish section, Orm's expression turned very cold and unfriendly.

She saw that Orm show his angry face, “You surface dwellers have polluted our seas, and stolen so much of our fish. Don't you know the impact that is happening in the sea there?”

Orm’s continue, “you already have your share on land, but you surface dwellers are selfish so you have to steal our fish, you even poison our children in the sea.”

The fishmonger looked at Orm sharply, thinking that the blonde man in the shirt with a cartoon dolphin was a weirdo.

“Oh, please ignore him, he has a mental disability.” said Y/N, taking Orm's hand to leave the Fresh Fish section

“What does that mean?” Orm asked in a suspicious tone.

“I saved you so you wouldn’t look like a freak.” She answered while holding Orm’s hand like other married couples who were shopping for groceries

While at the cashier and she was about to prepare her dollar bills, Orm held her hand softly so she wouldn’t pay for her purchases. When the cashier told him the amount of money, Orm gave his money from his pocket.

Orm brings their bags from Grocery Shopping. The air temperature is quite cold even though it is summer now. However, she saw that Orm didn’t feel cold or anything even though he’s wearing a thin t-shirt.

“Wow, you’re looking more and more like a surface dweller now.” She said in her mocking tone.

“I honestly hate it here, the surface still fucked up for me. But do you know what keeps me here?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, then Orm continued, "You. You’re the one who keep me here. But I want you to do the same as me...

“At least before I actually propose to you to be my wife, I want you to know where I come from. Not like last time..."

Y/N laughed softly at the last sentence Orm said, “yeah, it's definitely not like the last time. It was really sucks.”

“I wish we could go to Atlantis freely, Orm… but in reality we still have to be on guard, you remember that you are still in exile, right?" said Y/N as they entered the van.

Orm looked at her face closely, through his very beautiful and unreal ocean eyes... making Y/N give up because she was lost in the reverie of Orm's eyes, “Okay, we're going to the beach now. The most near,”said Y/N in a low voice then started driving her van.

When they arrived at the beach which was busy with tourists because it was at the end of town, Orm didn’ seem to mind this even though he honestly hoped that Y/N would take them to a quiet and more romantic sea coast.

They both walked on the sand. The weather was quite hot, the combination of the sun and Orm’s ocean blue eyes in front of her made Y/N silently stunned. Orm Marius was almost perfect. Physically, blonde hair, handsome face, a sly smile that he had first met, but now she longed for a pull from Orm’s lips that painted a smile on his face. Orm’s body is very proportional, a body that has slept with her. Only her. the voice that originally issued cruel orders but now became very gentle.

She couldn’t ask for anything better.

Orm held Y/N’s hand very gently when they started treading water on the beach. The two of them continued walking and Orm motioned for the two of them to enter the beach.

Entering the sea was the second thing Y/N had done and the first time didn't end well, it even left her in a coma, but somehow Y/N agreed to this.

Orm’s ocean eyes merged into the ocean, looking harmonious and that’s when she realized that Orm looked more beautiful when he is in the ocean.

“You know we can’t dive any further even to Atlantis, you’re still in exile, I don’t want to get you into trouble.”She said in a voice underwater.

“We won’t get into trouble, darling.” said Orm kissed her hand gently.

“You guys need a ride?” Y/N heard Arthur’s voice from inside his ship which for some reason she could hear.

She didn’t understand what was happening, but Orm said, “Let’s go. I want to show you something.”

“Honestly, what's going on here? I don’t understand?”Y/N asked in confusion when she entered the ship.

“You’ll see.” Orm said smiling at Y/N then the ship drove quickly towards Atlantis.

When they set foot in that place in Atlantis, Y/N was still confused about what was happening in that place. Y/N could see a magnificent room filled with shades of red, which was actually her favorite color, a color that somehow matched her magic power.

Mera, her sister smiled then quickly took Y/N’s hand towards the changing room.

“Come on, hurry up and put this on.” Mera said then she changed her clothes in the changing room into very elegant red wedding dress. Mera did something to Y/N’s face that seemed different from what women would do on the surface.

In short, Y/N came out of the place, finding Orm smiling broadly at his future wife. “You’re so beautiful.” Orm mumbled, his ocean eyes kept looking at Y/N. He couldn’t look away. All he saw was her.

Her.

She also could see Orm returning in his typical Atlantean clothes, with his armor, which gave her deja vu because Orm looked like himself when he was still the King of Atlantis, but the difference was...

He fell in love. Truly sincere love.

“Well, this is honestly beyond my expectations, the way you married me.” said Y/N, who for some reason was the happiest bride at the moment, even though it had not been 24 hours since she rejected Orm's proposal, but she felt confident more than anything.

Let’s say that this might be too soon. Very fast. It all started when he saw a husband and wife couple holding each other at the supermarket, then he himself practiced it directly. Orm knew that Y/N really wanted him to marry her, but he realized that his proposal before was wrong.

King Nereus said breaking the silence, “My daughter, I’m sorry that all this time I have been a father who never appeared in your life. I am aware of that, but this is the only thing I can do for you.”

Mera smiled at her father, “Father is right, he did this all for your marriage. But the most important thing is, he did it for you.”

Y/N smiled at her father, then Mera, Queen Atlanna, Arthur, then her gaze turned to her future husband, Orm.

“Let's speed up this wedding, I can’t stay in the Ocean for a long time.” She said.

“Oh I can make you stay here for a long time, darling.”Orm said with a smirk face, as if he was planning something.

“I wish I could but you do realize my fucking van is still on the surface right?” said Y/N.

the end…

Actually I kinda want to make a sequel to this story, it will probably be full of smut😉.

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Niki x Reader- Bench

You stood in the girls locker room, just seconds after your class ended. Changing your clothes makes you feel like you almost did something other than play on your white Nintendo DS all period under the poorly cleaned bleachers.

Your Nintendo was barely white from how dirty it is, putting off washing it every night because there was always something else more important to do. After you changed your clothes back to an oversized t-shirt and some jeans, you left the room, trying to avoid the almost poisonous smell of perfume.

It was the last period of the day. Finally, you would be able to go home and clean your Nintendo. Well, after you did your homework...and your laundry. Don't forget your chores either. Anyway, you pulled out your pen and tried to save your game before the bell rang so you could swiftly exit. But it's you.

Why wouldn't something go wrong in the middle of such a small action?

A tall figure bumped into you, pushing you into the padded wall behind you. You closed your eyes in anticipation of hearing erupting laughter, instead hearing shoes squeaking against the gym floor and a whistle blowing. You opened your eyes, seeing a tall blonde boy in front of you. His brown eyes seemed to be filled with concern.

Not for you, of course. He bent over, picking up your Nintendo DS along with it's stylus. When he bent over, you noticed his blonde hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail. Cute, you thought, almost forgetting how angry you were. "Good news and bad news?" He whispered lowly, his face pink with embarrassment. "You and your stylus are okay. But I may or may not have cracked your screen."

Instead of looking at your cracked device first, you looked at the tall boy in disbelief. He was wearing a nervous toothless smile, his eyes in a squint. "I'm so sorry, I should've been more careful." You noticed how the boy avoided eye contact, finally showing his teeth with a nervous chuckle. Wow. His voice was deep for his age.

You couldn't feel nowhere near as mad now, half because of how tired you were, and the other half because of how cute the boy was. Finally you looked at your Nintendo, the screen cracked and glitching.

As much as you wanted to beat up the taller boy, you've learned to choose your battles carefully. This fight you would definitely lose. "It's fine. It was obviously an accident. You owe me a DS, though." The tall blonde nodded, sighing in relief. "I thought you were gonna swing on me. Ni-ki is my name, by the way." "Oh trust me! I thought about it. Y/N." You both giggled off the earlier incident.

Annoyingly, the bell rang. You turned around to pick up your bag and leave, only to feel your wrist being pulled back. "Wait!" He shouted, you hearing his voice crack. You turned around, looking up at the blonde. "Maybe you could stay until practice is over. That way I won't forget to get your DS."

Checking your watch, you realized maybe it wouldn't hurt. Or maybe maybe you secretly wanted to watch Ni-ki play basketball. Either way, you agreed and claimed your seat on the floor behind the hoop. Mourning your broken DS, you pulled out your notebook to study for your upcoming math exam.

Honestly, it was the reason you were stressed and tired right now. A lot of stress had been placed on you to pass, being someone who usually never fails. Not wanting to remember your expectations, you closed your math book. You heard a whistle blow, noticing a ball bouncing near you, pushing it back onto the court. You turned over with your notebook in hand, sliding it back into your bag.

Looking up, you noticed Ni-ki's face was beet red with anger. You quickly removed your earbuds from your ears, hearing a shouting match between Ni-ki and a shorter boy. "See Jake, this is why you should stick to violin! Because that's obviously the only thing you'll ever be good at. At least Nicholas can do a layup."

The shorter brunette's face changed from an offended one to a sad expression. "Low blow, dude." A slightly taller silver haired boy mumbled, the coach angrily stomping up to Ni-ki. "Nishimura Riki. Take a walk." Ni-ki furrowed his eyebrows. "Don't call me that name. It's Ni-ki and Ni-ki only." His statement

"Take. A. Walk. Before I bench you the rest of the season." Ni-ki let out a loud yell, everyone in the gym going quiet. "Bench me! Bench me then, but you know we'll lose every single game if I'm not on that court." You stood up, putting your things into your bag. Quickly, you scurried towards Ni-ki on the court.

"Ni-ki, uh are you okay?" You quietly whispered so that only he could hear. "Am I OKAY? Do I look okay right now?" He shouted in response, swinging his arm back and pushing you onto the gym floor. All you remembered was your vision slowly closing in and panicked shouts of people around you.

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Ni-ki stared at your body on the floor of the gym. "Sh!t. Y/n? Are you okay?" Ni-ki kneeled to your side, Jake snickering. "I don't know, Ni-ki. Does she look okay right now?" The coach gave Jake an annoyed look, making him apologize. "She's not responding! Coach, can you call an ambulance?" The coach rushed to his phone, the rest of the team just staring at your body. "Nicho. Don't just sit there and look stupid! Grab me some water and a towel."

Nicholas complied, rolling his eyes. "What happened to please and thank you." Nicholas shouted from the locker room door, making Ni-ki grunt and focus back on you. He was 95% positive he just murdered you with his elbow. "No, you're alive. People don't die that easily, right? Yeah, right! You're just knocked out."

Nicholas returned, a rolled up towel in one hand and some water in the other. Ni-ki lifted your head, placing the towel under your head. He softly kissed your forehead, sighing and holding your hand. "I'm super sorry Y/N. First I break your game console and then I knock you out. I hope you don't hate me when you wake up." Ni-ki stepped away, rushing into the locker room to collect his things and throw on a hoodie and some shorts.

The ambulance rushed into the gym, pulling out a stretcher to put you on. Ni-ki put on your bag, embracing how it smelled like your perfume. As they carried you out, Ni-ki followed the paramedics. "Is she gonna be okay?" Ni-ki questioned, watching as they lifted you into the back of the ambulance. He took a quick deep breath, annoyed by the fact he was being ignored.

"I need to make sure she's gonna be alright." A female paramedic turned around, a soft smile on her face. "I get you're worried. You need to calm down, though. Your friend will be alright." "Yeah. I need to come with her." The paramedic looked around. "Do your parents-" "They wouldn't care. Please. I-I'm worried for my girlfriend." Ni-ki's cheeks were flushed red.

Why did he say girlfriend? You're not his girlfriend. Well, for however long until you get discharged from this hospital you are now. "Ah. Makes sense. You can come, just promise that you'll let your parents know." Ni-ki nodded faster than he ever had before, gently climbing into the ambulance next to you.

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Your eyes slowly opened, hearing the beeping of a heart rate monitor. The florescent lights above you almost convinced you to shut them back, but you didn't. Only for one reason. You noticed Ni-ki dozing off on the backless bench to your left. "Ni..ki? Ni-ki!" You weakly called his name, his head immediately perking up.

"You're awake!" Ni-ki rushed to your side, panting happily. He rushed to grab the remote, pressing the call for help button and speaking in. "She-she's awake." He dropped the remote, squeezing you tightly. "I can't believe it!" The nurse walked in, checking your vitals with a teasing smile directed at Ni-ki. "Baby, you've been unconscious for...almost a month now."

You squinted your eyes in confusion. Baby? A month? Wait- Baby? "A whole month, wow." You slowly spoke, deciding you'd address it later in private. "And your handsome little boyfriend was here every single day to check on you." Ni-ki turned his head away from you, not wanting you to see his red face. You smiled, grabbing and squeezing Ni-ki's hand. "Every day?"

Ni-ki chuckled, squeezing your hand even tighter. "Something like that. Hey, I got you something." He pulled out a rectangular box, you gasping as he slowly lowered it into your hands. "This wouldn't happen to be a Nintendo DS would it?" You tilted your head to the side, Ni-ki smiling wide with his teeth. "Maybe." You squinted your eyes once again. "Hey, you got your braces off!"

Ni-ki quickly tried to change the subject, pushing the box towards you again. "This isn't about me right now. It's about you." You opened the box, coming face to face with a pristine white Nintendo DS with a nice stylus. You also noticed he had added a game in there, Pokémon Black and White.

You closed the box back and placed it next to some flowers he had brought you a while back, leaning in to hug Ni-ki. The nurse left the room to grab you some water, Ni-ki pulling away from you. "Sorry about the whole...dating thing. I panicked a while back and said we we're dating." You scooted to the right, tapping the bed and inviting Ni-ki to sit to your left.

"I didn't mind." Ni-ki sat down, looking out the window for a minute of awkward silence. "So, you didn't mind like you're not mad at me? Or you didn't mind like you don't mind us dating." Ni-ki was nervously pulling on his hoodie strings, making you giggle. "Well, I'm not opposed to us dating sometime in the future."

Ni-ki accepted that as an answer, you picking up your renewed DS and putting in the game card. The nurse returned with your water, you and Ni-ki sitting next to each other for the rest of the night and playing games together until you dozed off in each others arms.

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[drghostwrite]

When the Sky Falls

******************************************************** Okay so this will be a little different but here it is...

Summary: Supergirl x Star Girl mash-up based on season one when they are staked out in the cabin but also when they fight eclipso in season two just imagine mass chaos and an old friend calls for help. The catch is that you're also 8 months pregnant, captaining a team helping to save the world. Lena Luthor x pregnant!wife! reader

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Brrrr! Brrrr!

You heard a phone going off and felt Lena shift behind you, unwrappping her arms and you no longer could feel her pressed against your back. you glanced at the alarm clock, 2:27am, who is calling at this ungodly hour? "Hello?" she answered. You could hear muffled talking on the other end and then she turned back handing the phone to you. you tried your best to sit up but being 8 months pregnant made it extremely hard so you scooted back resting against the headboard and pillows.

"Y/N Luthor speaking."

"Hey Y/N it's me Pat Doogan, though I knew you as Y/N Avery back then."

"Pat, like Starman's 2nd hand, it's been a while. What's going on it's 2:30 in the morning."

"Yes about that, It's a long story but I need your help and your team. Eclipso got out and I love my stepdaughter but her and her friends can't do this alone."

"Pat, if he's out then he'll be after that staff."

"I know and turns out my stepdaughter now wields it."

"Okay, let me make a few calls, do you know where my old cabin was?"

"Yea but it was small enough for like three people."

"Yea well perks of marrying a billionaire that understands the stress of the superhuman, crimefighting life, she helped me rebuild it. Just trust me it'll fit everyone and it's completely off the grid and high tech go there and hang out until we can get to you."

"Okay, got it, see you soon hopefully."

"Oh trust me you will, you're gonna need us."

You turned to Lena but she already knew, she grabbed the bags from the closet as you got out of bed threw a couple extra things in, and ran them downstairs. You quickly sent out an emergency alert, asking for Wynn, James, Alex, and of course Kara. telling them all to grab their suits and rendezvous at your house, within 20 minutes they were all there ready to go. When arriving at the cabin you saw Pat's car parked and assumed S.T.R.I.P.E. was somewhere nearby in hiding. You saw the lights on and everyone quickly followed behind you and Lena. You could hear arguing in the den you were standing on the balcony above looking down at the scene before you, Pat, another middle-aged blonde woman who you assumed was his wife, a young girl who looked like the woman with wavy blonde hair, a tall boy with disheveled brown hair, and two other girls one Latino with long black braids, and another girl black with short coily hair. You saw blueprints laying on the table before them and you could hear them arguing strategies.

"Well I hate to break up this party but I might be able to help," you started down the stairs. everyine jumped to attention quickly arming themselves, you saw a girl out of the corner of your eye tall, black hair with white highlights, a blade coming from her wrist. "Yes I knew you would make it." Pat quickly made his way over and introduced everyone. "It's been so long and now your married and a baby on the way that's crazy!"

"Yea but that's life," you smiled at Lena, "Anyway everyone this is my team Wynn Schott my technical analyst, Alex Danvers, Len Luthor, James Olsen the guardian, and of course Kara who you all know as Supergirl. I told Pat I would only bring the best." they were all whispering and started to get excited that a Kryptonian was in the same room as them. "Before we go any further Lena and I are glad everyone is here we just wish it was under better circumstances, but villians don;t take days off so lets get eveyine in their bunks and we can figure this out."

"I don't think there's enough bunks though."

"You just need to know where to look," Lena quickly motioned to the wall and it moved revealing and elevator, you stayed uo all night talking strategy and then before you knew it storms started coming and it was time your team needed to move out.

--Time jump--

You were at the cabin with Barbara being the command center, while everyone else was in town, Lena and Wynn took Beth to the town hall to break into mainframes while everyone else was underground fighting, Lena had specially designed suits for everyone to monitor vitals and conditions. Everything was going smoothly until you lost connections to comms and couldn't get them back, vitals started to spike and before you knew it they all went down. Barbara was trying her best to keep calm and help you but moving between screens was becoming harder by the second. You paused a second and shifted in your chair starting to feel a slight tightening, but you blew it off, you needed to get your team and everyone else out alive. You stood up pushed the chair away and continued back to your typing, forgetting the woman behind you.

"Y/N are you okay?" You heard Barbara speak up, forgetting she was there you had allowed yourself to wince, not realizing she saw.

"Yea, it's just hard to be in the dark like this, not knowing if my team or those kids are okay."

"That's not what I meant, you're getting close to your due date which can be stressful enough on the body." She said placing a comforting hand on your back.

"Look I understand the concern but that's my wife, the mother of my child, and my baby's aunts and uncles are down there. I can't sit here trying not to stress myself out when for all I know they could be laying there helpless bleeding out or worse." You felt another pain and this time you knew it was too late, inhaling and taking a deep breath leaning against the desk, almost hitting the floor but feeling her guide you back into the chair.

she bent down in front of you, holding on of your hands. "Trust me, if anyone understands, I do but you're not helping anyone if you're in labor and trying to run a command center by yourself, tell me what to do let me be your hands."

"Okay," you shook your head pitifully at her and started giving her instructions, you stood and started pacing back and forth allowing it to ease the pain while she typed away. Another pain came causing you to stop in your tracks and lean against the far corner of the desk, you tried breathing and a small whine escaped your lips, Barbara watched you out of the corner of her eye, noting that you were getting closer and closer to having this baby. She finished typing her last couple of lines and carefully approached you, you felt her hands slowly massage your lower back relieving some of the pressure. "Okay I think it might be time to move you back upstairs."

"What? No, we need to get connection back."

"Y/N it's trying to restore but if we don't go soon you're gonna have that baby right here, and I don't think you want that?"

You shook your head no, "Just try one more time and if it works we can go upstairs and monitor from one of the tablets."

"One more time," she said studying your eyes and you teared up, you quickly shut them feeling another contraction, and winced as she turned to reboot the program. You both held your breath but then you heard it static and then everything came back at once you watched as the screens lit back up and everyone's pictures and vitals came back online. they quickly transferred to a tablet and Barbara grabbed it moving towards you. You heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and turn to look at you but your face was painted with concern as you looked down, you felt the warm liquid running down your leg and onto the floor, she followed your eyes and then you both looked back up your demeanor suddenly betraying you and breaking from its normal confidence.

"Y/N, your water."

"I....I.." you were speechless. She wrapped her arm around you and quickly took you back upstairs to the master suite. you leaned against the bedpost in pain as she rubbed your back. "Y/N I'm going to call Alex and try to get someone here but unfortunately I'm not sure." you nodded trying to breathe through the pain. She slipped and earpiece in and was talking over the comms, you could only hear what she was saying and the reaction didn't sound good, things started moving fast she was running around grabbing supplies while you fought contractions that were coming on after the other.

20 minutes later Alex and Lena both rush into the room. Alex rushes into the ensuite bathroom washing her hands and asking Barbara questions while Lena rushes to your side, she helps you placing an arm around your back and guiding you onto the bed, she sits behind you and you press into your wife's chest wanting nothing more than this to be over. That's when Alex comes over and helps take your pants, and underwear off. "Y/N this is really going to be uncomfortable but I need to check and see where you're at." You shook your head and waited, feeling her insert two fingers but they didn't make it far before she met your baby's head.

"Okay, Barbara grab some gloves and get over here I'm gonna need some help," Alex climbed up onto the bed in between your legs placing one hand on your knee and the other on your bump. "Y/N I wish this wasn't going to happen here but it looks like this little one wants to meet their mama's a little early."

"It's too early, I have a month left!" you gritted out.

"Well looks like this little one is an overachiever, it'll be okay just on this next contraction I need you to push."

Several pushes, a little bit of blood, and an hour later, "Okay Y/N, stop pushing, I need to...just give me one second."

"What's wrong?" no response so you asked again, no response. "Dammit Alex what's wrong with my baby!"

"Y/N I need you to relax, the shoulder is stuck I'm going to have to check the cord first and then shift the baby but it's going to hurt."

"I don't care, save my baby," she looked at you knowing the danger of the situation, "Alex, you know I trust you with my life so I am telling you now, no matter how loud I scream or how many times I tell you to stop you do what you have to, to save this baby."

"Y/N" you could feel Lena tense behind you. "Do you understand?" she looked at Alex. "No, I said do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." you gripped Lena's hand and pressed back against her feeling her tears fall, Alex quickly felt for the cord but it wasn't around the neck, now for the hard part. You felt you place two hands on your bump hesitantly and she looked into your eyes, you gave her the go-ahead and closed them gritting your teeth as you felt her start, but that quickly turned into a blood-curdling scream as you felt the pressure on the sore muscles and the baby shifting. "Oh God, I'm okay, I'm okay, God that hurts." You gritted your teeth and felt the baby shift, "Okay Y/N push, go ahead and push." You bore down and pushed with everything you had, feeling the shoulder come loose and the baby slides down. The cry filled the room and Alex wrapped her in one of the white towels laying her on your chest.

"She's here!"

"She?" Lena asked and Alex shook her head.

"We have a daughter, a baby girl."

--Time Jump--

Everyone had returned from defeating Eclipso and Kara was now holding her niece talking to Alex as the rest of the younger team filed in to see. they each got to say hellos before she brought her back into your room. handing her back to Lena and she turned to you, embracing you as Lena watched happily and her daughter cooed.

"I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you Kara, for everything, for getting everyone out alive and making sure my wife made it back for the birth of our baby girl," the two women shared a look, making you laugh. "Oh don't think I didn't notice Lena made it here in five minutes when she should've only made it in 30."

"Oh Love you never miss a thing do you." You all laughed Lena coming in to kiss you.

"So did you pick a name or am I just going to keep calling her nugget?" Kara asked. you all chuckled and you looked at Lena her giving you the okay.

"You can call her nugget all you want," you said handing her back to Kara, "But meet your niece Adira Kara Luthor, it means strong and powerful which is something that I want her to be one day."

"Well I think she has the perfect set of role models for that, don't you nugget." Kara said as the little girl grabbed her finger.

"Oh she definitely does," Lena said wrapping and arm around your waist and leaning down to kiss you.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Heya! I sent in a matchup request before but I kinda rambled off in it (and I think I was on anon too-) so imma try again and be less ramble-y 😅

For Hazbin Hotel please!

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Gender/Pronouns: She/They AFAB

Sexuality: Asexual, questioning-aromantic who would date men/masc

Age: 25

Appearance: 5'11 White Australian with pale as fuck skin, blue eyes with dark bags under them, half my head is shaved the other half long, currently dyed red hair but it changes once it washes out and I get bored of my natural blonde. Slightly chubby belly with average breasts I wanna remove completely 👍

MBTI: INFP-T

Mental Additives: I have autism, clinical depression, clinical anxiety, PTSD and lowkey a hypochondriac.

Personality: I'm told I'm open-minded and easy to get along with. I am also a completely open book who talks about 98% of things I have been through; including trauma and random factoids I have learnt.

I smile all the time, even when crying I find myself smiling sometimes. All I want is for the people I care about to be happy; and I don't always include myself in that list but I've been getting better at doing so!

I don't have a job but I am slowly looking. I think I've just gotten used to not having a job or going to school? It's boring and mind numbing, but the last job I had gave me anxiety attacks. Doesn't help I have no ambitions in life. Except for whatever hyperfixation I'm on!

Yet I also verbally yet playfully threaten violence on friends, but if need be I can't ever throw a punch. I diffuse situations with words and pacifist action (like leaving). But I will use my height and build to be threatening to protect a friend, despite knowing that I can't defend myself. I also break into tears if I feel like I said the wrong thing to a friend or family member. I'm not as scary as I sometimes look or act.

Imma list off words that remind me of my personality since idk how else to explain myself: Helpful, imaginative, leisurely, loyal, protective, self-critical, absentminded, touch-starved, irritable (prob the anxiety talking hopefully), unable to flirt or recognise flirting, quirky, anxioussss!, logical thinker.

Likes: True crime, reading/writing fanfic, my cat, my five birds, my two fish!, I want reptile pets, random facts, the cold (jumper weather), playing all types of video games, watching YouTube, thunderstorms, chocolate, soft drinks, my lil brother, my OC that I shape into whatever fixation I'm on!

Dislikes: Having writers block, drinking alcohol, smelling cigarettes/weed, being called lazy, being compared to others, the heat (remove my skin), drinking water, my lil brother (when he's in mean mode), racists, terfs, literally all dumbasses who think they're better than everyone, routines.

Hi, I love you! I hope you enjoy this! I want everyone to know that this bean is an amazing Mutual, and you should all check them out! Okay, okay, now to the show!

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

HAZBIN HOTEL

Alastor

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Alastor really doesn't care for people in general. If you aren't one of the few he deems good enough, stay out of his way.

That's why he was thrown for a loop when you came along. Is someone so kind and genuine not being scared of him? Who do you think you are?

Alastor is very protective, and though it may take ages to realize he has feelings, he will firmly defend and protect you.

When you and Niffty are hanging out, he feels so proud and almost giddy, an emotion he only feels when murdering normally.

When you fought the Angels, he was in awe of you. Though you needed training from Vaggie, you were fierce and ready to do whatever you could to save your friends.

The first time he snapped at you, he felt horrible, and when you started crying, he was practically a dead man, times two. He spent weeks trying to apologize and make it up to you.

He isn't big on touching or affection, but he shows you he cares in his own way. He is always opening the door for you, cooking for you, and taking you to special events or places.

He supports all your hobbies and interests and even tries to help you find new things to enjoy. This way, when he is busy doing whatever he has to, you are entertained until he returns.

He loves just having lazy days with you in the Radio Tower. There, he can work on his master plans, and you can do whatever to your heart's content.

When he finally accepts he has stronger feelings for you than his regular crew of Mimzy, Rosie, and Niffty, he asks the girls what's happening to him.

They collectively help him confess to you, and when they find out that you two are a lot more similar than they thought, they are thrilled for you two now that you guys have found your person.

If you ever mention physical touch or intimacy with him, he will allow it, but only if you are comfortable with it. Do not force yourself to think it's the right thing to do unless you 100% want it to.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had been working with Niffty on a surprise for Alastor. He had been working hard to take down the Vees and especially hard to piss off Vox after a particularly vile comment he made about you. Niffty was out collecting the materials while you were researching how to make a cape, crown, and scepter. Once everything was rounded up and ready to go, you two got down to some serious work. Building your masterpiece for Alastor was moving along well, and you two couldn't wait to see his face.

Sneaking up to Alastors room, you set up the creation. While you were busy making it look perfect, Niffty distracted Alastor. However, Alastor knew that something was off as soon as you weren't downstairs ready to greet him. Making his way to your location, Niffty did her best to stall the tall man, but it was too late. Luckily, just before the door opened, you had set up the display. You remembered before the battle against the Angels that Niffty had dubbed Alastor 'King Roach'. Alastor was a king in your eyes, so you wanted to show him how you honestly thought of him.

There before Alastor stood a mannequin with a deep red cape adorned with blackthorns, a crown made of black cardboard and gold glitter glue, and lastly, a scepter made out of a large stick and one of Lucifer's rubber ducks that looked like Alastor. The man couldn't help but laugh at the creation in pure enjoyment. As he walked over to start putting on the new outfit, Niffty crawled up your shoulder and perched there waiting. Once King Alastor was officially crowned, he bent down and asked, "May I kiss you, my love?" You nodded gently, and all that was heard after the kiss was a 'blegh' sound from the tiny woman perched on your head.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You had been sitting in the Radio Tower for hours and were ready for fun. However, Alastor was still trying to work.)

Y/N: Can we please do something else, Alastor?

Alastor: Dear, you are always more than welcome to do whatever you please. The most powerful demon lord is your partner.

Y/N: Noooo, Alastor, I wanna do something with you.

Alastor: Hmmmm, is that so, like what?

Y/N: uh uh uh....damn it! You can't put me on the spot like that, Alasor.

Alastor: Alright, alright, come on, let's go to Rosies for some tea and a break.

Y/N: Hell yeah! Field trip!