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Adoration

You stood in the center of the wrestling ring, the spotlight shining down on you as you took your place at the announcer's table. The crowd roared with anticipation, their excitement filling the air. Little did you know, Bret "The Hitman" Hart had his eyes fixed on you.

As you introduced the upcoming match, your voice filled the arena, capturing the attention of the audience. Your passionate and knowledgeable commentary captivated the crowd, showcasing your deep understanding and love for the sport. You brought a unique energy to the event that drew people in.

Midway through your introductions, you caught a glimpse of Bret. His piercing eyes met yours, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mix of admiration and intrigue, that made your heart skip a beat.

Bret couldn't help but be enchanted by your presence. He was mesmerized by the way you passionately described the backgrounds of the wrestlers and highlighted their strengths and weaknesses with such enthusiasm. Your voice, filled with excitement and authenticity, drew him in closer.

As the match began, you continued to provide insightful commentary, immersing the audience in the action taking place in the ring. Every word you spoke seemed to add an extra layer of intensity and emotion to the match. Bret found himself hanging onto your every word, completely engrossed in your storytelling.

Throughout the night, Bret stole glances in your direction whenever he had the chance. The way you leaned forward, fully invested in the match, made his heart swell with admiration. He was captivated by your dedication and passion, seeing in you a kindred spirit who shared his love for the art of wrestling.

As the event came to a close, Bret found himself unable to forget the moments shared between you. Your voice, your energy, and your passion had left an indelible mark on his memory. In that ring, under the spotlights, you had captivated not just the audience but also Bret "The Hitman" Hart himself.

Pretty eyes and lips

Y/n found herself captivated by the intensity of Bret's gaze as they locked eyes. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a realm of their own. His eyes held a mysterious depth, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Every flicker of emotion was reflected in his gaze, his eyes speaking volumes without uttering a word. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she felt the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if their souls were intertwined, dancing to a rhythm only they could hear.

Unable to tear her gaze away, she traced the contours of his lips with her eyes, noticing every subtle curve and the way they slightly parted as he spoke. The temptation to lean in and steal a kiss grew stronger with each passing moment. She wondered if he felt the same magnetic pull, the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air.

But as thrilling as the notion was, Y/n couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness. What if she misread the signals? What if she was imagining a connection that wasn't really there? Doubts clouded her thoughts, causing her to hesitate.

Yet, despite the uncertainty, Y/n found herself drawn back to Bret's eyes, searching for answers. In their depths, she saw a flicker of longing, a hint of vulnerability that mirrored her own. It was the silent affirmation she needed, the reassurance that they were both walking this uncharted path together.

And so, with a surge of bravery, Y/n took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. As their eyes remained locked, she leaned in ever so slightly, her breath mingling with his. In that moment, time stood still, and the world faded away once more, leaving only the magic of their connection.

Words may have failed them, but their eyes and the unspoken language between them said it all. It was a moment filled with the promise of something beautiful, something that would leave an indelible mark on their lives.

As they stood there, lost in each other's gaze, Y/n knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable love story - one filled with passion, adventure, and a love that would endure the test of time.

Together, they were ready to embark on a journey where their hearts would guide them and their souls would intertwine, forever bound by the magic of their love.

Pampering Bret

As the morning sunlight peeked through the curtains,I woke up with a smile on my face, knowing that today was going to be a I woke up special day. Today, I would pamper Bret, the with a smile on my face love of my, already consumed by thoughts of life, and show him just pampering Bret. Today was the day I how much he wanted to show meant to me. As the sun streamed through the curtains, him just how much I loved I tipto and appreciated himed out of. With excitement bed and started bubbling in preparing for the my chest, I slipped out perfect day ahead.

I headed of bed and to the kitchen tiptoed and brewed Bret to the kitchen's favorite coffee to prepare his, the rich aroma filling the favorite breakfast.

air. I knew he lovedThe aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air it strong and as I carefully black, just placed a plate the way he of fluffy pancakes liked it. topped with his favorite fruits on With a tray the table. in hand, Taking great care I carried the in setting it steaming cup all up, I added a and made my handwritten note that way back to simply said, the bedroom, careful not to "Good morning spill a drop, my love. Enjoy your. As I special day ahead entered the room!" I couldn, Bret stirred awake, his't wait to see the surprised eyes filling with look on his delight at the sight of me face when he holding his morning discovered my little surprise.

As elixir.

"Good morning, my love," I whispered, placing the tray on his lap. Bret walked into the kitchen, his eyes widened in surprise and delight at the spread before him. His smile "I thought we could start the day with your favorite coffee lit up the entire room, and I could feel my heart fluttering with."

A smile spread across Bret's face as he sat up, pulling me closer into a warm embrace. The world outside seemed to disappear joy. We sat together, enjoying our breakfast while sharing stories and laughter. It was the perfect start to what promised to as we savored the simple joy of being together. After a few moments, Bret took a sip of his coffee, his eyes closing be an extraordinary day.

After breakfast, I led Bret to the living room, where I had set up a cozy spot for him to relax. Soft momentarily as the rich flavor enveloped his senses pillows adorned the couch, alongside a stack of his favorite books and a playlist of soothing music. I handed him a cup.

"You always know how to make my mornings brighter," he of warm tea and watched as he settled comfortably into his little haven. Seeing him unwind and find solace in the tranquil atmosphere filled me with contentment.

Next on the agenda was said, his voice filled with gratitude.

With that, I left him to enjoy his coffee in peace, knowing that this was only the beginning of my plan to pamper him throughout the day. I spent the next few hours preparing a delicious breakfast, carefully a spa-like session to melt away any tension Bret might be carrying. I drew a luxurious bubble bath, filling the bathroom with the scent of lavender and selecting his favorite foods and arranging them on a beautifully set table. When Bret finally joined me in the dining room, his chamomile. As Bret sank into the fragrant bubbles, I gently massaged his shoulders, kne eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him.

"This is incredible," he exclaimed, his smile growing wider by the second. "You really went all out, didnading away the knots that had built up from his busy schedule. The peaceful ambiance created a serene atmosphere, allowing him to fully relax and let go of any worries.

After the soothing't you?"

"I wanted to show you how much I love and appreciate you," I replied, my heart swelling with happiness. "Today bath, I surprised Bret with a picnic in the park. I had packed his favorite snacks, sandwiches, and a bottle of wine. We found a beautiful spot under a tree, where we could is all about you."

We spent the morning savoring every bite, delighting in each other's company, and sharing stories that made us laugh until tears streamed down our cheeks. The hours enjoy each other's company without any distractions. We laughed, shared dreams, and basked in the warmth of love that surrounded us.

As the day transitioned into evening, passed in a blur of joy and love, and before we knew it, it was time for the next surprise.

I led Bret to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaited him. The room was filled with I prepared a candlelit dinner for two. The table was adorned with flowers and fairy lights, creating an enchanting ambiance. I wanted this moment to be as magical as possible. Bret was taken aback as he walked into the soothing scent of lavender, his favorite fragrance. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the tiled walls.

"Close your eyes," I whispered, standing behind him. "I want you to relax and let me take care of you."

As Bret sank into the fragrant water, I gently washed his hair, massaged his tired the room, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. And over a delicious meal, we continued to shower each other with love and affection, cherishing every moment we had together.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, marking the end of the day, Bret pulled me close, whispering heartfelt words of gratitude and love in my ear. In that moment, I knew that today had not only pampered Bret but had also solid muscles, and let my hands caress his skin as if they were painting a masterpiece. The cares of the world melted away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment of serenity.

After the bath, I led Bret to the living room, where a cozy blanket fort awaited us. We snuggled together, surrounded by softified our bond even further. My heart swelled with happiness, knowing that I had shown him just how much he meant to me.

And as we drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity pillows and twinkling fairy lights, as we watched his favorite movies and shared whispered secrets that were only meant for us.

As the day drew to a close, I knew that my efforts had, once again, brought us closer together. The love in Bret to love and be loved by someone so extraordinary like Bret. Today had been a day dedicated to pampering him, but it had also been a day that reminded me of the beauty of love and the joy of truly selfless acts. 's eyes spoke volumes, and I felt a deep sense of fulfillment knowing that I had been able to pamper him and make him feel truly loved.

As we drifted off to sleep that night, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but be grateful for the opportunity to show Bret just how much he meant to me. Today had been a testament to the power of love and the joy that came from selflessly pampering the one who held your heart.

Vampire Secret

Bret and the reader sat together, enjoying a evening. They had been in a loving relationship for four years, cherishing each's company and sharing their deepest secrets. Or so the reader thought.

In the midst of their conversation, the air suddenly shifted, and the reader could sense that something was off. Bret's eyes narrowed as he stared into her soul, searching for answers. His voice trembled with disbelief as he finally found the to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind for some time.

"Are you...a vampire?" Bret's voice quivered with a mix of suspicion and fear.

The reader's heart sank, realizing that her carefully guarded secret had been exposed. Panic surged through her veins, unsure of how Bret would react to the truth. She took a moment to compose herself before finally admitting, "Yes, Bret, I am a vampire."

A profound silence filled the room as Bret absorbed the weight of her confession. Conflicting emotions flashed across his face – betrayal, confusion, and a hint of fear. The reader desperately searched his eyes for a sign of understanding, hoping that their love would prevail over this revelation.

However, Bret stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His expression hardened with resolve. "How could you keep something like this from me? For four years, I've trusted you completely, and yet, you've been hiding such a significant part of yourself." His voice cracked with emotional turmoil.

Tears welled up in the reader's eyes as she tried to explain, "I was afraid, Bret. Afraid of losing you, of being rejected for what I am. I didn't want my true nature to overshadow the love we shared."

Bret's shoulders slumped, his anger softening into a mix of sadness and resignation. "Love should be built on trust and honesty. By keeping this secret, you've compromised the foundation of our relationship. I need time to process all of this."

With that, Bret walked towards the door, leaving the reader behind in a whirlwind of emotions. She watched as he disappeared into the night, her heart shattered by the consequences of her decision.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Bret never returned. The reader was left with an aching void and the bitter realization of how costly her silence had been. She learned the hard way that hiding her true self could lead to losing the one she loved most.

Through the pain, the reader found solace in the learned. She vowed to embrace her vampire identity openly and honestly, knowing that true love would come when both parties accepted each other completely. The experience taught her the importance of trust,, and the courage to be authentic in every aspect of life.

And so, as the passed, the reader carried the memory of Bret and their lost love, always striving to live life free from secret burdens and unspoken truths.

Mr. Steal Yo Girl

Once the dust settled in the ring and the crowd's cheers faded into the background, a heavy silence hung in the air. Shawn Michaels stood there, clutching the World Federation Championship belt tightly while confusion and disbelief washed over his face.

As the adrenaline of victory began to subside, a figure emerged from the crowd, weaving through the sea of shocked spectators. It was you, the reader, making your way towards the center of the ring. The bright lights above illuminated your determined expression, giving you an aura of strength.

With every step, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your heart. You had come to a decision, one that would change your life forever. As you reached Shawn Michaels, who still wore the expression of shattered dreams, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the words that would shatter his heart.

"It's over, Shawn," you whispered, your voice resonating with a mix of sadness and resolve. "I'm sorry, but I'm in love with Bret."

The words hung in the air, echoing through the silent arena. Shawn's eyes widened, his grip on the championship belt loosening as if trying to grapple with the reality of your confession. A mix of emotions played across his face, hurt and shock warring for dominance.

Meanwhile, backstage, Bret Hart watched the scene unfold on a monitor, a hint of guilt mixed with excitement flickering in his eyes. As you made your way back to the backstage area, a bittersweet smile traced his lips, knowing that the woman he had secretly desired for so long had finally chosen him.

When you reached Bret, the anticipation and tension in the air were palpable. Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you both. Without a word, you leaned in, and your lips met in a passionate kiss.

In that moment, all doubts melted away, and the confessions poured forth. You both spoke of the feelings that had blossomed but remained hidden, afraid of the consequences they may bring. Finally, the truth was laid bare, and a newfound love bloomed between you.

The world around you faded into the background as you embraced, the weight of the decision you had made lifting off your shoulders. The future was unknown and would not come without its challenges, but you were resolute in your choice. Love had unexpectedly found its way into your lives, forever altering the paths of all involved.

And as the world continued to turn, the tale of love entangled with ambition would be whispered in wrestling circles for years to come - a reminder that even in the midst of victory, the heart can sometimes lead us down an unexpected, yet ultimately fulfilling path.

I’m Not The Only One

Imagine leaving Bret knowing that you don’t have his heart and crying in the hotel on your way back to the states…

“You claim to love me but I know I don’t have a place in your heart Bret.”

“You do Y/n I-“

“It’s over Bret because I’m not the only woman who loves you and I’m not competing or being in pain and fighting for your love.”

“Please don’t leave, I love you.”

“It’s over Bret.”

Baby Suprises

Imagine telling Bret that your Pregnant…

Y/n POV

Omg, omg, omg, I am so damn nervous and right now it’s almost time for Bret to come back. I’ve been keeping it a secret about a week that we finally pregnant. After a year of trying we’re finally pregnant. After getting the box ready with the pregnancy test and holding the blindfold I sat in the kitchen. I heard the car pulled up the driveway and I headed towards the front door and waited. I tried to keep my composure and not showing my nervousness.

I see him walking with bags in his hands and open the door.

“Hey baby what are you doing in the living room without the tv on.”

“W-well I have a surprise so sit the bags on the chair and put on the blindfold on me please.”

“Ook hopefully it’s not scary and good.”

“Boy shut up and do it please I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Yes ma’ma.”

He grabbed the blindfold and put it over his eyes. I grabbed his hands and walked him to the kitchen table and till he said some dumb shit.

“Babe I’m nervous and scare because you like to play a lot.”

“Bret come on it’s not funny and this is serious ok for me and you both.”

“Alright ok I’m stop joking.”

I sat down and let go of his hands and told him that he can look now. Taking off the blindfold and look into the box and noticed a huge smile on his face.

“Omg gosh your pregnant baby.”

Picking me up and spinning me around and kisses me softly.

“Yes I kept this secret for a week and I went to the doctor the another day without you knowing and after a year of trying were finally Bret. Finally we starting the family we always wanted babe.”

He holds my face and wipes my tears gently off my face and put his hand on my belly.

“I’m so happy and this is the best gift and surprise ever! Were finally pregnant and I can’t to start this journey with you.

I couldn’t help but laugh and cry as we hold each other one and sway side to side knowing that our family started to grow bigger and now we able to tell the rest of the family about the new addition to the family. This couldn’t get any better than that.

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Earth 42 Miles x Telekinetic Autistic (Black) Reader

Notes: The Reader was inspired by Carrie. Why? I wanted to do a black reader with super powers, but I didn't want to write her like other black readers have been written with 42 Miles. I just can't relate with how they speak or the situations. This isn't to say she will be a sweet, precious thing, just odd.

You had a bunch of issues. First, you were a target for harassment, verbal most of the time. Vandalism was rare, but it did often happen. Your locker would be painted with unkind words, and a pencil would be missing from your pencil case and you could never point out who took it but you always had a suspicion. It wasn't too bad, depending on who you compared yourself to, but it still hurt. It was still bothersome.

You had to wonder what made you such a great and easy target in the first place. Your habit of wearing the same clothes everyday, sleeping in class, and taking things too literal. Even worse, you were too gullible. A genius would've just said these were your autistic traits, but too bad you didn't know that at the time. The many times you attempted to be different didn't work out, always setting a standard. So you gave up, counting the days until graduation. Hoping that it would come sooner than expected.

There was only one worthwhile thing in school and that was art class. Not too many people present. You weren't amazing with drawing or art in general, fairly decent, but it was the only class with any peace in it. The least judgemental lesson. In every art class you sat behind Miles Morales, and you would find yourself staring at his back. At his pretty braids.

You always liked boys with long hair, and Miles was no different. This day was no different, quiet as always and slow. It would be most preferable if you didn't make your crush obvious.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you gonna look away?" You heard him speak. He didn't even have to look over his shoulder.

You blinked hard, "Hmm?"

"You're staring. Stop." he didn't sound angry from what you could hear, but his tone wasn't pleasant either.

You immediately did as he asked. You tried to focus on your sketches, drawing pictures of magical girls from your favourite childhood cartoons, then drawings of more serious things. The Prowler had been on the news again, reporters painting him in good and bad light. He saved two teenagers from a burning building, others say he caused the fire. But teenagers always did stupid things, and you would know from being one. Just thinking about it made the windows crack a little.

"Look at the windows!" one of the boys spoke, pointing.

Everyone else, except Miles, either got up to have a closer look or sat in wonderment from their seat. You feigned surprise as best as you could, you've long since learned that you weren't good at faking expressions. The teacher ordered everyone to start packing up, safety being the number one priority. There was no reason for the windows to break by themselves, and you contemplated if you should stop.

As you stared at the window you slowly started packing your equipment, watching the cracks reach the corners and edge until every single one of them smashed entirely. It was like lifting an eyebrow, some could do it naturally and others couldn't.

"Alright, everyone out!" the teacher called.

Your classmates were already rushing out of the room, but only Miles remained sitting while you stood looking at the broken glass on the ground.

"[LN], Morales! Time to go!" the teacher called.

You left the room, but halfway through the door you heard Miles say behind you, "Serena had a party last night."

You started fiddling with your top, dreading what he would say. "Okay."

"What were you doing that night?" he asked coolly.

That party. That damned party.

"I got invited, and then I left." that was the truth.

"So you weren't there, when Jordan..." he grabbed your arm, "Threw his drink at you."

That's not all that happened. They threw food at you, and your clothes became stained. You dressed special for that day, hopeful, unfortunately expectant.

"I..." you tried to pull your arm away.

"How did that fire happen?" he turned you to face him. You averted your eyes. Miles' eyes were beautiful but the way they bore into your soul was most unkind.

You had heard that artists were weird. They either did weird things or had something weird about them. Maybe this was another occasion. You tried to forget about these powers. Even though you have embraced that there was something wrong strange about you.... you couldn't help the need to be decently normal deep down. Now these powers just had to bite at your behind.

"What fire?"

"Don't play stupid, you've seen the news. Serena and Jordan are now in the hospital, the others might still be in a coma."

"How is that my problem?" you asked, your cruel side demanding attention.

Miles was mildly impressed with your response, the grip on your arm loosening. "It isn't," he admitted, "I just know the fire wasn't natural."

"I don't know what happened to them."

He let go of your arm, "Fine."

You walked away.

If you ever wanted to grab the attention of Miles Morales, you didn't want to grab it like this. You weren't sure if your classmate suspecting you of arson should be something to worry about.

"I can't blame her if she did do it, I mean I don't think I should go around killing my classmates, but can you believe they decided to live stream it?" Miles removed the screwdriver from his claw.

Miles' uncle, Aaron, sighed, "Kids as old as you run wild, boys most of all. Girls are different, they go out of their way to plan stuff. I don't know what to tell you."

"I worry about her, tio. She really didn't do anything to... warrant that behaviour."

This, Aaron knew what to say to. "Sometimes people don't need a reason to do something, they'll just do it. That hazing thing was a classic example of that." he tossed a drill to Miles, "Was there a chance she got any clue what they were planning?"

Miles shook his head aggressively, "I don't think she understands basic human interactions even if she tried, I've seen how she is. All they did was smile in her face when they invited her. Smiles are a good thing, and it takes her a while to pick up on the fact that she's getting made fun of."

"Look out for her, then. If she really has something to do with that fire like you suspect, then this could turn bad. Women can be crazy, Miles."

"Okay. I will, tio."

Some days passed since the minor interrogation with Miles, and though he seemed to pretend you no longer existed, you could feel his eyes on you. You tried to be on your best behaviour, and you've had better control of your powers ever since he brought up the incident. You didn't want to be suspected of a single crime.

Upon this suspect-tion came sleepless night, which led to sleeping in class.

"[Name]." sounded faint, like the screams that only felt regret from fear and not guilt.

"[Name]." it was louder this time. A warning for your attention. You search through the heat for where it was coming from.

"[Name.]" This time there was no mistaking it, this voice was not from the dream.

Wherever you were, there was no escaping that fire. Although you had gotten so used to the dreams, you couldn't help your eyes tearing up. You made sure to turn your face away from whoever had shook your shoulder.

You weren't sad or scared, but you couldn't help it. Something about being unable to regulate your emotions.

"[Name.]" the person hadn't left, and now that you were no longer as sleepy you recognised whose voice it was.

"Hey, Miles."

"Hey." he greeted.

He hadn't moved back to his seat, so you looked up to his face, waiting for him to potentially say more, this time not averting your eyes.

He did have more to say, "You're a Tokyo Mew Mew fan." he looked down at your sketchbook, which was still open.

You quickly covered it with your arms, glaring at him. Daring him to say something about your long lasting interest.

"I'm going comic con this Saturday. Do you wanna come?"

His face, and his eyes, were kind. But you couldn't help suspiciously being on edge.

"I don't know." left your lips quicker than it usually did.

He didn't appear disappointed, judging by the lack of expression on his face. He glanced to the side, "Class finished five minutes ago, by the way."

So that's why it was so quiet.

"Can I walk you to lunch?"

Yes. No. What was the correct answer?

"I don't know." you couldn't come up with a better response.

For whatever reason he smiled, or smirked(?). For better or for worse.

"Come on, I'll make sure you get there safely."

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Feeling cute, might do a part 2.

Writing Chubby Reader

Dear writers,

When writing a chubby reader why does she have to be insecure? Do you all look at a plus size/chubby person and assume they don't like their body? The reader is looking for something they can relate to, and being chubby doesn't mean insecurity. People who are considered skinny also have insecurities, amongst a bunch of average people.

It's one of the reasons why readers have specific requests. For example, whenever I'm reading a normal reader post I get the impression that I reading it in a white person's perspective, which is why I occasionally request black reader, that doesn't mean I'm insecure about my blackness, I just want something I can relate to. So why is it when I read chubby and plus size reader she is an insecure mess? I'm not chubby but I like reading chubby reader because I expect the beauty standards to be challenged, and I'm a sucker for body positivity, only for the enjoyment to be ruined once I get to the insecure part.

There are a ton of plus size women who are not insecure about their body and yet this fact seems to fly over the writer's head.

I was bullied, yet I'm able to acknowledge that I deserve better, that I am normal. I get that times have changed for some and circumstances concerning support is different for everyone, but this crap is getting really old.

Edit: There's more I'd like to add and clarify. I understand that this post has already gotten a lot of attention but I'd like to make more notes. I find it bothersome that a chubby reader always has to be a victim of bullying, people have been bullied for other things. Such as being too skinny, their ethnic background, disabilities and so much more. It's as if writers lack creativity when writing chubby/plus size reader. It's actually quite sad that they see chubby people in this fashion and the fact that they've reduced a reader's request to this level. Unless someone requested their insecurity it's not necessary.

I decided to finally get into Toni Morrison. I’m in love and I’ve only read part of the forward