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[bitsandpieces518]

Decided to make Kelly and Harry in the sims 4! I decided to make Kelly a brunette with green eyes.

[bitsandpieces518]

So, Aisle C You Soon? - Chapter 3

Read Chapter 3 from the story So, Aisle C You Soon? by bitsandpieces518 with 21 reads. comedy-romance, irish, workinpr...

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Meet Cute on the Morning Bus Route

Leon Kennedy (RE4) x Reader

Words: 590

You'd been trying very hard not to look at him – the beautiful man who always took the bus with you this early in the morning.

Unfortunately, he was sitting three rows ahead of you, and the morning sunlight kept catching in his golden hair, which was unfair.

Everything about him was unfair.

The sleepy blue eyes. The crooked little smile. The infinite muscles. The way he kept looking back at you.

And every time your eyes met, you'd look away.

Except this morning, he'd seen you. Really seen you. Seen you at the most inopportune time.

You'd dropped your coffee.

And when you'd tried to catch it, you only made it worse.

Coffee everywhere. On the old blue bench. On the stained sidewalk. Dripping into the brown grass surrounding the stop.

You'd spent the next five minutes at the bus stop pretending you weren't dying inside, and he helped you out by pretending he hadn't seen anything.

But Leon had watched the entire thing.

You expected second-hand embarrassment. Instead, when you finally looked up, he was staring at the road, smiling.

Amused.

Almost innocently delighted. Like he'd just witnessed something adorable.

You looked away again and boarded the bus at that time, making sure to pass him and sit behind him so your face could finally cool off.

And that's where you've been since.

God.

You were never getting on this bus again.

A few minutes later, Leon stood.

Your stomach dropped. This wasn't usually his stop. You thought you'd have more time to stare at him.

You watched him walk toward the front, trying very hard not to look disappointed. The bus slowed. The doors opened. Leon stepped into the aisle. Then, he turned around. Walked down the aisle.

And stopped beside your seat.

"Hey."

You looked up.

He smiled. "I'm Leon."

You blinked. "Hi."

His smile widened. "You've been staring at me all morning."

You immediately looked out the window. "Sorry."

He laughs softly. Points next to you.

"Can I sit?"

You look up at him, dumbfounded. Then, you grabbed your backpack, pulled it into your lap, and Leon brushed past you to sit beside you.

"There. Now I can stare back."

You buried half of your face in your backpack. "I said I was sorry."

"You don't have to. I thought it was funny. The whole ride, I felt this buzzing on my neck, almost like a bad sunburn. Knew it was you, 'cause," he looked around at the empty bus, "who else would it be?"

"I didn't mean anything by it. Nothing else to look at. Plus, I'm still a little embarrassed, from...this morning."

He tilts his head. "The coffee?"

Your face burned. You pressed it further into the backpack. "Yeah."

He laughed again, bright and jarring in the quiet morning.

"I thought that was funny, too."

He leaned forward. Close enough that when you looked over at him, you jolted back, suddenly startled.

"What are you doing?"

"You're so red," he said, his smile growing again.

"I'm..." you stopped. Looked at the handsome stranger with new eyes. "You're not...normal, are you?"

He laughed again, this deep rumbling chuckle. He held out his hand.

"I'm Leon Kennedy. I thought I should introduce myself eventually and then thought, fuck it, today's the day."

You stared at him for another moment.

"You really aren't normal."

He smiled. "No. Let's get to know each other, anyway."

You slid your hand into his and shook it once.

“Yeah, alright,” you agreed.

Handsome, handsome RE4 Leon...I love that version of him. Socially blunt, morally principled, but often saying the wrong thing. Luckily for us, reader seems to be into it. Might make it a series of slowly falling in love if you guys like it

[hermiola]

A Game of Two Halves (Rated T, ~9k)

⚽ A Good Omens Meet-Cute for @beerok23's birthday! Happy birthday, dear 💜

🥞 Football Manager Crowley | Lousy French Translator Aziraphale | Meet-Cute | Voice Kink | Flirty Bitches Going At It | No GO Besties were pestered in the writing of this fic

In a series of improbable circumstances, antiquarian bookseller Aziraphale Eastgate ends up in Paris for a translating job he is woefully unprepared for. Man United gaffer Anthony J. Crowley has lost the Champions League semifinal against PSG and is having a spectacularly terrible time with the press. Could they possibly join forces and turn the night around?

⚽ Read it here on AO3 🥞

Excerpt:

“This was a very important match,” said a deep, sultry, British voice straight into his ear. “So sorry to hear about your loss.” Crowley went very still, taken off-guard like a dumbfounded goalie watching the ball sail right past him after what was supposed to be just a round-of-the-mill goal kick from the opposing team’s keeper. He distinctly felt his carefully-cultivated indifference crack, the sudden awareness so acute it was almost painful. Somewhat winded despite not moving an inch, he turned to the French reporter, who was staring at him expectantly. Only it wasn’t him speaking, Crowley realised, it was the translator. Wherever he was. “You must be, er, acclaimed? No, that’s not it,” the deep voice continued, now laced with a specific type of breathlessness that, for some reason, had Crowley thinking of tangled sheets, warm hands and liquid moans. “Anyway, if you could have another chance at your back, what would you do differently?” It was so unexpected, so unlike anything he’d had to face in a press room before, that it completely threw him off balance. A shiver skittered down his back, heat crept up his face, and before he could quite catch himself he felt his lips twitch and he shifted forward on his seat, sitting properly rather than slouching for the first time since he’d come in.  And given that his media training didn’t exist, Crowley took out his earphone and blurted out, “Very erotic voice by the way. The translator.” He scanned the crowd for whoever the voice belonged to. “Where are you?” The room erupted into sniggers and even Crowley couldn’t fight a very off-brand chuckle. He was still searching and squirming a little when he spotted Muriel pointing to a man huddled in the far corner of the room, the lapels of his beige trench-coat flipped up to… was this pale-blond, better-groomed, cherubic version of Columbo hiding his face on purpose?

With special thanks to @littleweezel for beta-reading💜💜💜

[toorukeiji]

bokuaka fic idea:

akaashi and bokuto visit a couples therapist.

they don't know each other. it's their first date.

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