#I don't want this to be a pitty post because it's not | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

shadesoflsk · 1 month

Text

THE OLD WAY

pairing: Leon Kennedy x fem reader

summary: Living at a farm and being married surely has it perks. However, Leon can't help but think something is missing.

warnings: smut, MDNI, oral (fem receiving) p in v, mating press (??), creampie, breeding kink, outdoor sex, age gap (unspecified), established relationship, fluff, Leon is so husband in this, mentions of pregnancy, domestic bliss.

word count: 4k

author's note: Hello! I had this fic in my drafts for sooo long. I was kind of ashamed to post this since it's not my usual type of content but !!! fuck it !! Ovulation goes brrr. I hope you all like it!I had an older Leon in mind but I used a re6 leon pic for funsies. (And please... don't judge the lack of creativity in my title... I didn't know what to write.)

MY MASTERLIST

City life was no longer fitting for a man like him. Job was not the same and he was afraid he might not get up from one of his falls one day. Joints no longer worked like they used to, a painful reminder of how his age was getting to him.

That's why he chose to retire, rather early for the average citizen. But he believes his position as a federal agent has aged him to the point where he could easily describe himself as an 80 years old man who needed help crouching down.

With that in mind, he wasted no time buying a home away from civilization. Money was no problem and owning a ranch now sounded like the best idea he could come up with. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Time seemed to flow faster as he settled down in a peaceful lifestyle.

Solitude was very much welcomed. The sounds of blood dripping and ragged screams were replaced by the soft pitty patter of the rain and the usual rooster’s crow each morning, announcing a new day.

But, as much as he has grown to love and appreciate his simplistic routine, the monotonous daily work and the lack of companionship were hitting him hard. When night came and his thoughts clouded his rational side, he yearned for a change in his life. He was never the romantic type, never been. His previous job as an agent cut off any possibilities of having a partner and settling down like any normal person would. But years made him a sappy man, it seemed.

Life works in mysterious ways, though. He wouldn’t have thought that farm life would bring him a sweet thing like you. It all started with your car breaking down a few meters away from his farm. You wanted to thank him for his help, there was no way you would simply express your gratitude through words, not after his assistance.

So, your first visit consisted of a home-baked pie which he reluctantly accepted. Not because he didn’t want to but it had been a while since he was last gifted something. That first meeting soon turned into a couple until you were basically there every day.

“Stay with me,” shifted into a “Be my girlfriend” and therefore the “Marry me?” finally came.

You were the best thing that has ever happened in his life, a peaceful life away from any danger the city may bring and a beautiful wife by his side? God granted him the most perfect miracle ever.

He followed the milestones of your relationship to a T. Even though the lack of knowledge was sometimes obvious, he knew the basics of how to keep a girl—his girl— happy. It was in his nature to provide, and living with you meant no exception.

He always strived to do better, to be better. Your needs were always met and he took pride in knowing he was your husband. No one else but him.

However, he felt selfish when none of that actually fulfilled him. He was happy with you, don’t get him wrong. Nothing was like before when he thought he would die alone with no one who cared about him. But something in the back of his mind kept bothering him.

And ever since he realized something was missing, he couldn't help but try to find out what it was.

For days and weeks, he tried picturing the change both of you needed. More pets? You had enough with the dog you both have. Vacations? He had already taken you to the beach. More space in your home? The house at the farm was alright… Maybe a little too big for just the two of you.

Oh.

Oh…

The problem was the two of you. Or rather, being just the two of you on this big ranch.

He had come to realize that he could, in fact, dream bigger. A few years ago, he would have thought that being married was a faraway dream, unachievable and stupid. But now he’s a husband and maybe if he tries hard enough, he can get to be a family man.

However, nobody has taught him how to face these types of situations. Even when he asked you to be his wife, he needed months of preparation. How was he going to explain this desire to put a baby in you?

On one peaceful night, he was spooning you as always. It was his favorite activity after taking care of his chores at the farm (and even doing some of yours just so you could relax more). But even when there was nothing but a comforting silence, his thoughts wouldn’t stop flooding his mind.

He let one of his hands rest on your abdomen, caressing the skin there with circular motions. He tried closing his eyes to prevent more of those thoughts from coming to his mind yet it was useless. His imagination was running wild when he pictured you carrying a life in your belly, swollen and round, the perfect scenario.

He imagined taking care of you. Of course, his pretty wife won’t do anything if she’s next to him. There was no way he wouldn’t take that opportunity to show her how much of a man, a good man he was.

Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rested behind you, he spoke before even thinking what he was supposed to say.

“You would be a good mom, you know?” It slipped out of his mouth, he should’ve used a more discreet way of speaking his mind. Now it was too late to draw back.

“What?” You chuckled as you turned your head to look at Leon. “I’d look great as a mom?”

“Yeah.” He whispered, finally admitting his desire to have a family. “What do you think?”

He wouldn’t push the matter if you don’t feel the same. As much as he loved the idea of having mini versions of both of you, there was no way he would force you to do it.

“Mhm… I think you’d also be a great dad.” Your voice was as soft as his, indulging in this little moment of intimacy and raw honesty.

The word dad rings in his mind. His life before having his ranch was violence-filled, then years of solitude surrounded by nothing but nature cornered him to think that being alone was his destiny. Now, you brought him a newfound desire to come back home and finding you and your child. A family.

“You think so?”

“Absolutely.”

Leon had a silly smile formed on his face. His dreams were actually achievable and domesticity and tranquility were now his everyday life.

“We can try if you want.” You added, feeling how Leon continued drawing shapes on your stomach. “How many would you like?”

Leon didn’t think he would get this far.

“Want me to be honest?” Leon’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I wouldn’t mind having an entire football team with you.” He joked, hearing how you gasped in response.

“Leon!” You slapped his hand out of your abdomen. “I’m the one having them!”

Both of you laughed as the night embraced both of you like a blanket. Confessions have never been so much welcomed as tonight’s.

“I love you.” He murmured as his eyes closed. It was a reassurance that whatever life had in store for both of you, he would gladly accept it.

“I love you more.” You replied with the same fondness as always. Drifting off to sleep was easier than ever.

Days passed and the conversation wasn’t forgotten. Nonetheless, you let the flow of time and life decide for both of you.

Daily chores needed to be completed no matter what. So, he’s now washing his hands after feeding the horses. You’re holding the garden hose which makes a wet mess given the force of the water.

“Didn’t know it was raining.” Leon jokes as the water soaks his shirt and pants.

“Shit, sorry.” You turn off the garden hose as you giggle watching how drenched Leon looks.

And while you are genuinely sorry since Leon still has things to do on the farm, you can’t help but appreciate the image your husband is offering. White shirt now see-through, giving you the perfect view of his soft abdomen clinging to the fabric.

When you first met Leon, he had told you what an amazing body he had. With so much pride, he once showed you pictures of his past self. Images of a toned torso and strong arms would look appealing to your eyes. But each time Leon and you are intimate, you get to feel his slightly rounder belly pressed against you, his strong arms clinging to you. In those moments you can’t help but thank God for the gorgeous man you have.

“Enjoying the view?” Leon breaks the silence when he feels your eyes not leaving his body.

“Maybe…” You quietly whisper as you drop the hose and walk closer to him. “Can’t help it, my husband is so handsome.” You add, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Inevitably, you inhaled the scent you have grown to love.

For a moment, you stay there, just drowning in the affection letting your hands rest on his sides unaware of how Leon could feel the slight friction of your breasts against his soaked shirt. The thin fabric of your dress does a poor job of preventing Leon’s hands from wandering around your body.

A pool of arousal starts setting in Leon as he reaches your ass and gives it a firm squeeze.

With one swift and smooth move, he lifts you off the ground. Your feet are no longer touching the floor as Leon walks away from the barn. And, as if on command, you wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to walk easier to whatever destination he had in mind.

For once, Leon hates the fact that he owns a big ass farm. His place is a bit far away from the barn, so his decisions are fogged by the desire and neediness he is feeling at the moment. Years in solitude led him to think he was imponent but with the way his jeans seem to get tighter each time your lower half brushes against his, he knows it's not true.

He is a gentleman, don’t get him wrong. He’d have picked you up and carried you to his bedroom as usual, laid you on the bed, taken off your clothes, and fucked you gently (or rough) like he usually did. However, a newfound wish piqued his interest, and even though you're in a secluded area, he wishes everyone would know what pretty girl he got.

Without further thinking and no complaints made, he places you down on the grass. The sensation of the blades tickling your skin is, in a way, bothersome, but your brain is easily turned into mush every time Leon dares to touch you.

Leon, however, wouldn’t allow you to feel any discomfort. His sun-kissed skin would be exposed in swift motion as he takes off his wet shirt. Those antagonizing seconds of admiring him unbuttoning the fabric push you to press your thighs together, seeking any type of release or mere pleasure.

“Up,” And after those endless seconds of him taking off his shirt, his hand taps your hip, motioning you to lift the lower half of your body for him to lay his shirt there. Giving no second thoughts, you raise your rear, pathetically quick, and Leon notices. “So needy, have I been slacking off?”

And his tone gives him away. He is looking forward to letting nature be the witness of your lustful acts. The sun being your light and the grass your makeshift bed. His body embraces the position on top of you.

“Of course I have.” He cooes, bringing his face lower and lower before pressing his cheek against your inner thigh. His stubble resembles sandpaper with how it scratches your skin, but at this point, it brings more pleasure than annoyance. “Look at her, already crying for me.”

His breath tickles the middle area between your legs. The wet spot in your panties is obvious to Leon who wastes no time to bring up that fact. And you want to thank yourself for choosing a dress today because there is no way you could do anything besides laying on the grass and letting Leon treat you so nicely and tenderly.

“How could I?” He hums against the soaked patch of the fabric. “Been neglecting my pretty girl.” He presses a kiss on your clothed area, dragging down the anticipated pleasure you’re looking for.

“Mhm… please.” Your babbles gain a chuckle out of Leon’s lips. He is enjoying the whole setting, he wouldn’t have known he had a thing for outdoor sex but then again, he loves discovering new things with you.

Antagonistically, he lifts your dress until it reaches your abdomen and exposes your lower half.

And finally, his fingers hook around the sides of your panties, yanking down the fabric, allowing himself to admire the way he has made a mess of you already.

As always, he was ready for his favorite meal in the whole world.

Lying on his stomach, he props up on his elbows, his mouth dives into your pussy as his tongue laps at your clit. A moan escapes your lips as the sensation of being eaten out by Leon floods your mind and soul.

He feasts like a starved man, like he is eating his favorite dessert. He delves into your aching hole, his tongue tasting the sweet and well-known flavor of your juices. He brings your legs over his shoulders, propping you to raise your lower half and reach even deeper.

“Shit,” Your fingers tangle in his dirty blond hair, shoving his face into your cunt. His lips suck your clit, paying close attention to that part, drawing moans and whines out of you.

A plethora of names are being said as Leon continues being trapped between your thighs. He flicks his tongue while he feels how some of your slick drips to his stubble. And with the way your legs squeeze him even tighter, he can already guess you’re feeling so much pleasure from his tongue alone.

You arch your back, trying to bring him even closer to your core. The wet noises of his saliva and your slick mix with the outdoor ones. The soft rustling of the trees’ leaves and the birds chirping are a reminder of the scenario you both are in.

Whimpers leave your lips as Leon's tongue makes out with your cunt. Your fingers grip the shirt Leon placed as a makeshift blanket. Heat starts pooling in your belly as the antagonizing seconds of Leon eating you out bring you to the edge.

At last, your body jerks and comes undone in Leon’s grasp. He holds you in place, flattening his tongue to collect every drop of your slick. He could easily cum too just by the fact he was tasting your release.

“My sweet girl, always so perfect for me.” He finally disconnects from your pussy to crawl back to where your face is. He places some kisses on your neck which is glistening with a layer of sweat given how much pleasure you were previously feeling.

At last, his lips reach yours and he passionately kisses you. You could easily taste yourself in the kiss yet you don’t care at this very moment.

For a moment, he indulges in the tenderness of the kiss after bringing you to heaven with just his tongue alone. However, the easily noticeable restraint in his jeans was getting harder to control.

You feel him grind against you, seeking any type of friction to ease the aching feeling of his erection.

“Leon… I can’t….” Leon’s intentions are obvious as you feel his clothed dick humping your leg like a needy man yet, you are still tender from your ecstasy.

“You can…” He brings his face against the crook of your neck once again, placing wet kisses around your skin. “Just one more baby.”

He pleads, he begs, he needs to feel you wrapped around him. Those thoughts about leaving his mark, leaving his seed in you are still pretty much present. So at last, you nod. That’s when you can feel a smile forming on his lips which continue being pressed against your neck.

“Thank you, thank you.” Acting like he hasn’t touched for ages, you hear the rustle of fabric and his belt buckle falling to the ground. You see how his dick springs out of his boxers when he pulls them down, already leaking precum just from eating you out.

In less than a second, you feel him collecting your previous release, sliding his cock through your folds with such ease that it had you gripping air.

“Fuck…” He murmurs as he pushes himself painfully slowly, taking his time to feel how your walls tighten around his length. Pinned underneath him, you feel overwhelmed by the sensation of having his body so close to you.

“My pretty wife…” He whispers as he is finally all the way in. “Look at you, so pretty full of me.” He adds while one of his hands caresses your hair.

He starts gently rocking against your body, the pace is slow and comforting as if trying to remember the way your velvety walls clamp his dick, the stretch being something you’re accustomed to.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He says as he thrusts inside of you, this time a little more urgently. The hand that was previously running through your hair wraps around your waist and lifts it slightly.

“Mhm…yes.” You nod as your eyes lock with his, witnessing a newfound desire you haven’t seen before. Maybe it was the fact that both of you are outdoors, you don’t know.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours mix with your heavy breaths. The perfect music for the perfect scenario. As soon as Leon hits that sweet spot of yours, you whimper his name like a mantra.

And then again, the thought of a family floods his mind. The mental image of your belly stretching out, making space for the baby is everything he longs for. And not only that, but he craves to take care of you, his pretty wife. You wouldn’t need to lift a finger for the nine months of pregnancy.

“Wanna fill you up.” He finally confesses in a moan. He isn’t a stranger to dirty talk, you know it well. The way his words come out like a promise and an already-made decision is proof of his not so hidden wish. “This farm is lonely with just the two of us…”

And as he presses his forehead against yours, you see in his eyes the devotion he has for you. The same man that promised you the world is now promising a life, a new life who is going to be the perfect combination of both you and him.

“What’chu mean?” You feign ignorance just for the sake of hearing those words coming out of his mouth again. And as you try to say some more teasing words, you can feel the way his thrusts get rougher as if trying to make a statement. The statement being that he wouldn’t stop until you get pregnant.

“You know what I mean…” He is huffing by now, letting out a grunt as he utters those words. “Wanna get you nice and full.”

Ultimately, your dreams are the same as his. So you allow him to transform this dream of his into his—your—reality now.

“Yeah?” You say through your teeth, trying not to whimper from the fact that his cock is reaching so deep into you.

“Yeah.” He groans, his sticky forehead never leaving yours as he looks into your eyes and your dazed-out expression. “You’re gonna look so goddamn beautiful as a momma.”

Out of desperation to fuck you even deeper, he brings your legs to his shoulders, just like he previously did when he was eating you out. But this time, it is an attempt to let his dick mark your womb.

It is his mission to one day see a positive test. It’s his mission to show his devotion to his princess and the now-future mother of his children. He’d never stop looking at the telltale of his seed making its home in your body.

He wouldn’t let you do anything besides resting and growing your little miracle. He’d cook, he’d clean, he’d feed you if you ask him to.

“Keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna—fuck—cum…” He effortlessly bends your knees even more, bringing them closer to your chest. “Gonna fill you up until I’m so damn empty.”

He takes advantage of the vulnerable position you’re in to bring a hand to your clit. Rubbing it, he waits for the imminent climax of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess.” He presses his body on top of you, the position allowing him to let out an almost growl against your ear. The sense of purpose that Leon is showing prompts you to finally reach your climax. With a broken voice and your fingernails leaving crescent moons on his back, you coat his dick with your release. A gooey ring forms at the base of his cock every time he pulls in and out of you.

His actions don’t stop there, though. He was so close to spilling right inside you and making his dreams come true. He brings the hand that was previously teasing your clit to your face, brushing away some of your hair that has stuck to your forehead, he looks right into your eyes.

“Fucking love you so much.” He grunts, his deep sea eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to engrave this moment in his mind. To forever remember the time when he finally achieved his dream. “You’ll be the prettiest momma ever.”

Although his thrusts are too much for you to handle and the overstimulation turns into a slight discomfort, the way his hand is gently caressing your cheek—a juxtaposition of his determined attempt of marking you— makes you melt on the spot.

And especially since the cold feeling of his wedding ring reminds you of the amazing man you married.

“I'm cumming.” He warns you as his thrusts get sloppy and without rhythm. He's seeing stars at this moment, every time he plunges his dick into you he reaches the sky. And at last, with the way his breath gets laboured and heavy, it announces his high coming.

The head of his dick spurts rope after rope of cum into you, the angle you are in makes it easier for it not to drip out of you. He wouldn’t allow a drop of his seed to go to waste.

You feel the warm and thick liquid filling your insides, proof of Leon’s actions and therefore fulfilled wish. For a moment, you stay there letting his weight crush you and your bent legs.

After a while, he slowly slips out of you, carefully placing your legs on the ground. You feel the grass blades tickling your calves where Leon’s shirt doesn’t reach.

Leon rests his arm next to your head, admiring the dazed-out expression you have after letting him fill you.

“Hey…” He murmurs before letting out a soft chuckle.

“Hi you.” You respond with a smile amidst the exhaustion that is running through your veins. “We really just did that.”

“Yeah…” In his eyes, you can observe how much love he has for you and how eager he is to know if this one dream will be a reality.

With his free hand, he grabs yours and places soft pecks on your knuckles.

“Are you okay?” He once again speaks, now making sure you are alright.

“More than okay.”

He gives your knuckles one last kiss before he lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head while doing so.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You ask.

“Nothing…” He shakes his head once again. “It's just that… I may have some dad jokes already prepared.”

“Shut up, Leon.”

You couldn’t wait to know if your dreams were achieved by this act. You couldn’t wait to see if your life could get even better than this. And especially, you couldn’t wait to experience being a family.

💬 shadesoflsk: Comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil

2K notes · View notes

beom-s-author · 28 days

Text

txt reactions hyung line- they saw you crying

warnings: fluff,comforting,cryings,curse,hugs,etc.

Choi Yeonjun

You were looking at the ceiling in your room, lying on your back on the bed. Your phone was open next to you. It caught your attention that people you saw on Twitter ship Yeonjun with other idols and how beautiful they are. You took a deep breath, but you couldn't stop yourself from thinking. They were very beautiful. They sang wonderfully and danced wonderfully. You were just you. You were living in your little house, going to college and working part-time at the same time.

Feel pitty for yourself. And you were still thinking about the reasons why Yeonjun was with you. But nothing came to ypur mind. You were you, and you were more ordinary than ordinary. Tears filled the fountains of your eyes and fell one by one. Your teeth shook and chattered together. Your heart ached, but no one could suppress the words that you didn't deserve Yeonjun. As your whispered to yourself, sobs interrupted your words. Then you took a deep breath. Your hands were shaking. You stopped with the hand reaching for your tear-stained cheeks.

"Shhh..There is there is.." Yeonjun stroked your back and hugged you. You sobbed again and took your phone to not let him to see the post you read. But he quickly pulled it to himself and saw them. He looks at you with upset smile and sat next you. He stroked your hair and puts little smile to your forehead. "You know, it is not something I care about. You can be an ordinary person even You are already the most special to me. But you know that I will always choose you,right? So please don't cry ever again for this ridiculous things. I am happy with you crybaby." He giggled and hugs you bsck with his soft hands and his soothing words.

Choi Soobin

You came home tired. You had many wounds on your knee. Your hands were pricked by thorns. You were the school's representative in the running tournament. And everyone had very high expectations from you. But you weren't that confident in yourself. Because you didn't have the ability to manage under pressure, you stumbled too many times, resulting in bruises on your knees. You rubbed your hands on the bushes and caused a thorn to get stuck in you. The scratches made your arms bleed. You entered the house drenched in sweat. You immediately kicked off your shoes. There was blood on your leggings. You sighed deeply and lay down on the bed. When you lay down and closed your eyes, you were already asleep...

When you opened your eyes, It was already midnight. You overslept and missed your video time with Soobin. He was probably asleep also. You sighed with anticipation and laid down back. You looked at your knees and sighs with annoyance. You put some bandaged on them. You laid down again and slept back. After a day later, It was finally your competition day. You wore your outfit and now you were waiting for Soobin to come.

you waited 1 minute. 10 minute and half hour. But he wasn't there. You calles him but he wasn't there You got anxious. but he texted you after a few minutes later as he couldn't come to your competition. You sighed heavily. You went to the track and started waiting for the bell. And it started. You were out of breath almost 5 seconds later and you were 2nd now.

It was maybe not the worst one but you can be 1st also. You sighed with pain, tiredness and disappointed feelings. You took your price and went your home with tears. Soobin was at home already with snacks and refreshing bath tub with candles and room sprays. You hugged to his neck while crying loudly. You were too appreciating how he is always near of you and now you were also emotional. "Hey stop crying Y/N. You did your best. I am proud of you. I wanted watch but I couldn't so I made meal for you. I am so curious if you will like it."

Choi Beomgyu

You were on your period. Beomgyu was more stubborn and sarcastic than ever. He was laughing at your figure lying on the couch and was crushing you. But he was trying to make you happy. Most of the time, your mood would end up responding to Beomgyu's sarcastic remarks, but right now, you were in so much pain that Beomgyu's words were causing you more pain. When you take a spoon of ice cream and continue going to bed. In a big size blanket, you were sitting on the couch in pain. Your belly is aching a lot with the period cramps. Beomgyu was watching you from distance. He couldn't handle that. He went to the fridge and brang you some painkillers. He picked your favorite movie as 'Shrek 4' and laid down with you. His warmness was easing you a lot. You laid down with him while watching. Some scenes, your eyes are getting teary and you were finding yourself sniffing. Beomgyu started laughing when he saw you crying over to a scene which Fiona and Shrek is arguing. You were crying and sobbing because it reminds and panicks you if you and Beomgyu will argue like them. Beomgyu hugged you and kissed your cheeks. "Stop 'muah' Crying 'muah' little pumpkin."

You hugged him back and he picked you up for a piggy ride. You were feeling better because you were laughing after crying. Beomgyu has found the best solving for the pain. Laughing and quality times.

You watched all series of Shrek all night and hugged each other. Beomgyu was monitering your pain and also your mood. He was trying to ease your pain a bit again. He holded your hands and rubbed your belly. He kissed your hands and cheeks. He put your hands on his shouders and pulls you closer. "Sleep on me. Need some sleep and rest also."

156 notes · View notes

m4k4yl4 · 5 months

Text

Office Party(🔥)

Day 4

Summary: When y/n best friend drags her to the christmas office party at their workplace, they didn't expect to get stuck with her annoying coworker, Mr.Hwang..

Content warning: arguing/yelling, public sex, office sex, making out, trapped in closet, oral sex(f!receiving), hair pulling, almost caught, name calling, doggy style, Unprotected sex

Skz 25 days to Christmas fics🎄☃️ series

Masterlist

Posted: 11/04/23

This is not how y/n wanted to spend her Christmas Eve but somehow her coworker, supposed to be best friend, dragged her into coming to their Christmas office party when she could've been at home drinking wine and watching Christmas movie but now she's stuck here.

Not to mention her annoying coworker, Hwang Hyunjin, who just can't seem to stop bothering her. "Well, look who actually showed up to the party. Thought you would've stayed home."

She sighed, turning to meet eyes with the man black hair pushed back and in a more casual outfit than she's ever seen him in. "What do you want, Mr.Hwang?" She answered in a monotone voice as she pours herself some eggnog.

He gives her a condescending smile as he goes to get a cup of eggnog himself, "I just wanted to make sure I was seeing the ghost of christmas past or something. Thought you hated office parties."

"Yeah, well Kim wanted me to come so she wouldn't be alone, so here I am." He turns behind him, looking at Kim chatting with everyone else smiling. "She doesn't seem very lonely," he looks back to y/n, "You on the other hand.." She turns her body now face to face with the man.

"Is there anything important you need from me, Mr.Hwang, or are you here to just run your mouth and talk my ears off?" She gives him a deadpan face. He put his hands up in defense, "No need to be so pissy y/n."

"That's enough from you." She glares at before before walking past to find a seat with the others as hyunjin watches her walk away.

As the night went on, y/n sat, in basically silence as she watched her friend mingle with everyone. She sat on her phone playing any games she could find to distract herself til they left, until she felt eyes on her.

She lifts her head up, making eye contact with hyunjin from across the table. "What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, hyunjin copies her leaning on his hands. "Nothing, just watching you sit like a lonely puppy over here."

She scoffed him off, "Says you. You're doing the same thing. Don't try and pitty Mr.Hwang." She goes back to her phone as she hears hyunjin move his seat closer so he's sat right in front of her.

"Oh. Baby, I don't pity you I could give less of a fuck if your friendless or not. I just like to see you bury yourself in it." He smiles at her like he didn't just say that shit. Y/n looks at him, giving a disgusted look.

"We ran out of paper towels! Ughh!" One of their coworkers groaned as they turned to see him standing, eggnog dripping on the table. "I'll go get some!" Y/n announced getting up to get away from hyunjin.

Y/n enters the supply closet, putting down the door stop as she looks in a cabinet for the paper towels. "Shit..it's too high." She stands on her tippy toes, trying to grab it before another pair of hands comes grabbing before her.

"Can't even just grab some paper towels, is doing your job that hard y/n?" She turns her head to meet face to face with hyunjin. "Hwang! Why did you follow me in here?! How long had you been standing there?"

She pushed him away from her as he rolled his eyes, "Because you were taking to fucking long, takes you this much time to get down some paper towels? Really?"

"Well blind ass, if you didn't see just earlier, I couldn't reach it, so if you don't mind, I'll be taking that and leaving." She tries reaching out for the paper towels before he pulls them back. "You can take them if you can reach them, that is."

He raises his hand with the paper towels in them, making her reach out more. Hyunjin continues to back into the stumbling a bit as his foot hits the door stop.

"Shit! Hyunjin!" She watches as he falls back into the accidentally shutting it. "Are you stupid! The fucking door.." She pushes him out the way as she starts twisting the door handle.

"Calm down y/n geez.." She sighs, "it's Ms.l/n! And no, I will not calm down! This door has been broken, the whole reason we put the door stop is so it doesn't lock up in!" She continued to pull on the handle before getting desperate and starting to bang on it.

"Heyy! Can anybody hear me?! Help us, please!" Hyunjin groan as she continues to bang on the door before grabbing her wrist and pulling her away, "Hey! Hands off!"

"Oh will you shut it for once, the music out there is too loud for them to hear and they're to far away, the most we can do is wait for someone to notice we're gone." He sighs, letting go of her wrist as he leans against the wall

Y/n crosses her arms, "Can't believe I have to be stuck in here with you. And it's all your fault, not to mention." He glares, "my fault?"

She walks up to him, "Yes! Your fault! Cause you decide to be dumb and mess with me for no fucking reason Hwang! You just can never sit down and shut. Up!"

He stays silent as he comes closer to her, almost chest to chest with her, "it's Mr.Hwang, and if I'm so talkative, then why don't you shut me up.."

Y/n feels the mood of the room change as she takes in how close they were smelling hyunjin perfume on his clothes. "Since you want it so bad, I'll shut you up." Without even thinking about it, she puts a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in to connect their lips.

Hyunjin places his hands on her waist, pulling her in more, slipping his hand into her pants as he squeezes her ass. Y/n separated from his lips, already feeling dazed as her hand trail down unbuttoning her pants.

"What're you up to?" Hyunjin said, muffled as he kissed down her collarbone hand, moving up to cup her breast. She finally gets her pants off her underwear coming off with it.

She places her hands on his shoulders, pushing down on them, "get down. On your knees." He looks at her and eyebrow raised as she smiles at him, "you said to shut you up, and I don't plan on back down from it.."

He laughs as he drops down face to face with her wet pussy, clit already swollen as he slides his fingers between her lips making her throw her head back.

"Mmh, so wet already y/n, you like fucking your cowworkers?? Bet you've done this with the other guys too right? Love just being a slut." She covers her mouth trying not to let out a moan.

"You liked that, didn't you?" He smirks at her, "just shut up and put your mouth to good use already. Why don't you." She threads her fingers into his hair, pulling him into her pussy feeling him already start licking strips up her cunt.

He lifts up her leg onto his shoulders making out with her pussy as his tongue flicks her clit suck it into his mouth until she's whimpering. "God, who thought you could actually do something good with that mouth of yours."

He groans into her cunt lifting his head back up, "Such a sweet fucking pussy for someone with a sour attitude, maybe I need to fuck it out of you." She smiles at him as he goes back to eating her out.

"Well, you can try, but I don't think you have the authority to do that right now. I'm not the one on their knees eating pussy like it's their last meal." She says breathy moan Inbetween.

"Okay, this is when I go and shut you up since you can't just stand there and take it. Maybe you should just lay there instead." He pulls her down with him, laying her down on the floor. "On your knees." He commands.

She turns over as she gets onto her knees, ass in the air as she hears hyunjin undo his pants, his hands sliding up to her hips after as he rubs his cock against her slit. "Hyunjin, just put it in- ah!"

Y/n yelps as she feels his hand in contact with her ass, "it's Mr.Hwang Sweetheart.." He smiles at her as she rolls her eyes. He looks down lining his cock up with her hole slowly pushing in.

Y/n head falls down, as she gets stretched by his cock, "aw look at you now all I've done is put it in and you're already quiet! Is this all if took, get your pussy ate and some good dick and you're silent. Maybe I should just keep this up, yeah? Fuck you whenever you need to shut up, you'd like that right?"

Y/n couldn't answer as hyunjin's pace sped up. Her hole spasmong around him sucking him in more. He moans leaning down to bite into her shoulder, "God sweetheart can't get enough if this pussy. It's already so puffy just from a little playing. Aw wonder would happen if we go for another round after this.."

She whines at his words as she feels him put a hand into her bad, arching her move, "Just like that arch it. Fuck!.." hyunjin feels like he's losing himself in her as she pushes back fuck herself on him.

If the music in the office wasn't so loud, all that would be heard from outside the door would be skin slapping and hyunjin dirty words as they both get closer to falling over the edge.

"Sweetheat..I'm gonna come, want you to come with me, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?" She nods quickly, letting her head fall down before she has a hand pulling it back up.

"No to fast sweetheart, wanna see your face while you come on my cock. Got it?" She could only answer with a moan her hand sliding down to play her clit.

"Hyunjin, I'm coming, wanna come, can I?" He tosses his head back at her whiney voice begging, "shit, so fucking hot begging like that baby. Of course you can, cum on mr.Hwang cock baby.."

With that sentence she falls apart on him, arms giving out as she falls forward more giving hyunjin more access to her while he continues to fuck her sopping pussy.

"Yeahh, sweet girl, let go. Gonna cum in in you okay? Make this pussy mine. Mine to fuck at work whenever I want to." Ge rambles as he finally releases fucking his cum into her.

He slowly takes his cock out of her watching his cum slip out as he brings a finger to push it back in the sensation make her push her ass back into his fingers. He laughs "got my cock and mouth and still can't get enough.."

He removed his fingers as she turns over. He leans down, kissing her again, and she lets out a breath. Why didn't we do this sooner?" She jokes as he kisses around her collarbone again.

"Because we're stupid." He answered. She smirks, "So you finally admit that you're stupid?" She gasps as she feels him nip at her neck, "I thought I fucked all sour attitude out you? Do I have to do it again?"

She giggles, "Maybe if you're up to it.." Her hands sliding down his chest down to his cock again until, "hyunjin? Y/n you over here?" The two eyes widen as they hear their coworker Kim call out for them.

"Shit.."

A/N: I'M SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE- I've been busy, so the fanfic will probably come later than usual🤧🤧💔

#skz #skz fanfic #skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader

137 notes · View notes

streets-in-paradise · 4 months

Text

Of Palaces, Princes and Magic - Thor x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: Clueless, powerless Thor from 2011. Tons of fluff

Summary: Wandering arround your home Thor discovers evidence of the fairytale fantasies of your childhood and promises to make your dreams come true.

Note: I wrote this last night on my phone with the last bits of battery I had and post it on the morning from the laptop. There is no editing or proofread.

Tags: @thorsslxve

Allowing a stranger inside your home wasn't your initial intention, but you kept stumbling with him untill you realized he had nowhere else to go. From the barely understandable bits of explanations you got from him, your first guess was that he may have just escaped from a cult, but that didn't make him necesarily dangerous. He was lost, clueless of the world after abandoning the place that was all he ever knew. You did remember him mentioning something over the lines of ' being casted out as a punishment' and that seemed to comfirm your theory. A cult linked to norse mythology, with a leader believing himself to be Odin who had raised him as his son.

Thor lived in a fantasy world and you could tell he was harmless because he never meant to hurt you in any way. He probably required of professional help, but to get there he needed to reach some bassical functionality. If many people would get to hear more of his nonsense, he would end up locked and that possibility saddened you deeply. As far as you could tell, he probably had been physically disconnected from the world all his life already. Besides, it was clear that he trusted you, because the out of place displays of odd arrogance he had with everyone else didn't happen much between you. For you he only had a quirky but lovely chivalry that sometimes was enough to make you live his fantasy for a while.

From all the decorative details in the place, his atention was focused in a miniature replica of Cinderella's castle you had on a table near your bookshelves. A beautifull toy incluiding small figures of characters to habitate it, so delicated and romantic that you kept it as decoration even if you wouldn't play with it anymore like when you were a little girl.

" Do you like it? " You asked him, followed with a sweet smile of encouragement. " It was my favorite growing up ... I'm a grown up woman and I still love it."

The last part of the explanation confused him a bit.

" I don't see why age would fundamentally change your appreciation, it's a fine sculpture of a castle fitting for the aesthetic preferences of a lady."

You couldn't help chuckling a bit, then showed him how to unfold the toy in order to see the inside and put it all back in.

" It's a toy, for little girls to play with." You corrected him. " Many girls enjoy playing pretend to be princesses as children, but when we reach a certain age we stop thinking of palaces, princes and magic... Unless we are reading a fantasy novel or something like that. It's stuff of tales and Disney movies, not reality."

The answer surprised him even more, but there was some sort of sadness in it. Pretty much as if he took pitty on the fact.

" Are people like me casted out to remain only in the literature of this realm?" He asked, with genuine curiosity. " Which tale does this castle tells? If there is any, as your words suggest."

Even in the simplest of details, the conversations with him allways felt like the dialogue of a fairytale.

" If someone would tell me that you have came out from the pages of a fantasy book, I would believe it."

" Yet you can't believe that Asgard is my homeland." He mocked you in return. " I'll convince you, all your doubts will be clarified once I will have my mighty power back."

You didn't argue with him, there was no need at the moment.

" Alright, your highness ... Do you still want me to tell you the tale?"

Thor smiled in agreement and you began to narrate using the playset castle as a visual guide. The fact that a grown man was just being introduced to the tale of Cinderella felt quite odd, but very cute. He was particularly intrigued with the fact that the King found no issue on letting his son marry a servant that presented herself to him magically disguised just because she was the owner of the crystal shoe.

" ... Even if she was the rightfull heir of the household, her stepmother made her a slave and that's a downgrade that should have disqualified her at the eyes of the King. How could the prince convince him of blessing that union? "

He was taking the story seriously and it was hard to provide answers in that perspective.

" I guess he simply indulged his son and let him marry the woman he loved. Prince Charming fell for Cinderella at the Royal Ball, he had no idea of who she was back then. The girl was a princess in spirit and maybe the King saw that, the crystal shoe proved her worthy of the prince."

For some reason, your answer made him smile a bight brighter than before.

" I believe you are a princess in spirit. " Thor sweetly confessed. " ... and a magnificent storyteller."

His pure cuteness was too much for you and behind your own smile heat has started to take over your face.

" Me, a princess? Please! You don't have to flatter me for hospitality. I haven't wore a tiara since I was eight."

Thor looked at the little figures of Cinderella and Prince Charming in their miniature balcony, then glanced back at you as if a new strange idea had just occured to him.

" What if you could experience what's like to be a princess? Would you believe me then?" He asked you out of sudden. " Not only about Asgard, but about my very sincere perceptions of you."

You began to wonder if the last part was some sort of romantical approach and were quite confused about that. He was very sweet and you loved his company. It could be said that you fancied him too, but encouraging him would be taking advantage of the strange situation and you would never do that.

" It's allright, Thor. I'm fine just like this. We are friends, you can help me arround ... "

" I insist, that's how I will repay you for all the troubles I have caused. " He cutted you off with determination. " I will take you to a real Royal Ball."

He sounded so serious about it that you began to question your own sanity.

" The noblefolk would be judging, It's a bad idea. "

" They will see you like I do." He optimistically replicated. " Your looks will reflect your royal spirit and you will not have to flee at midnight. If that's your desire, you will get to dance with a real prince ... Maybe two, if Loki also requires it. Ask him nicely and we may convince him of hexing your shoes to look as if made of crystal."

You giggled out of a pure,sweet surprise while hearing the details of the fantasy he was almost roping you in.

" That's very sweet. You are the sweetest man I have ever known."

You were gazing into each other's eyes when he formalized the promise.

"Currently less than what you deserve, but I will fix that soon. I will be back to my former glory, I will be worthy of you and In honor of your infinite kindness and patience, I shall make your dreams come true. "

#thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #thor #thor odinson #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth x reader #thor 2011 #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader #marvel x reader

67 notes · View notes

simplemindedmockingjay · 3 months

Text

I saw a post on here saying that it was weird for people to be angry at the finale of Last Twilight because we're implying that Day's character arc and progression was pointless and by doing so were implying that any personal growth made by person irl who reovers from a temporary disability is pointless... I didn't want to reblog that post and add my response there because I don't want to come across as confrontational or hijack the post and points of the OP but I felt the need to put my thoughts out there.

I'll be honest, I think this is a bad faith argument. People aren't implying that Day's progression as a character was pointless. People are saying that the ending rendered the narrative pointless. This is a story after all, and narrative is important.

For 11 and 3 quarter episodes the narrative of the show centred on Day learning how to accept his disability, regain his confidence, and re-enter society all while falling in love and learning to accept love without assuming it comes from a place of pity. This was the story they were telling, this was the main narrative arc... and they undid it all in part 4 of the final episode by giving the stereotypical ending that reaffirms the idea that disability needs to be "fixed" in order for the person to have the happiest life that they can.

I agree that making the eye donation a plot point basically ensured that the ending would be a typical fix it type of situation. But plenty of disabled people, myself included, with chronic lifelong conditions, are tired of these plot points. And many people think that the narrative would have been stronger had Day's condition not been something that could have been cured. To able bodied people, that may sound like too depressing a fate, but that's the whole problem... not allowing life long disability to be normalised or to become something we don't pitty keeps these mindsets alive and perpetuate the cycle of assuming the lives of disabled people are lesser in enrichment and value.

Last Twilight had a real opportunity and it breaks my heart that it fell at the last hurdle...

#last twilight #last twlight the series #rae rants

60 notes · View notes

al-the-remix · 11 months

Note

Years pass but people still remain gross about WAGs. And now they dress it up with “intellectual” terms like industrial complex and post-colonial supremacist whatchamacallit. Give me the messy puck bunny blogs at least they’re open about hating WAGs.

Yeah, I can't say I have many complex things to say on the topic, except that that dialogue has been in this fandom forever (all fandoms forever; tumblr, the birthplace of the 'not-like-other-girls-girl') but it's especially bad in rpf and I'm exhausted of reading the same tired iterations on "well, I could NEVER understand how another woman could live like that--" STOP. Just stop it, it's not your life, and it's likely never going to be your life, for all the aforementioned unfair reasons. You don't have to compare yourselves to them constantly. It doesn't make you lesser or them better for being (presumably) born into a more privileged circumstance and it doesn't make them lesser and you better for achieving some enlightened pearl of knowledge.

The puck bunny blogs irk me just as much, and if you find one better than the other I guess it's more a question of what rolls your stomach more: spite or smugness. But in my opinion, calling Kathy an ageing escort that Sid pitty dates is just as nauseating as talking down your nose about her like she's some ignorant waif that cant make her own decisions about her life or her relationship.

Yes, the NHL is an intrinsically racist, misogynistic, homophobic, capitalist, fatphobic--and all the other bad terrible things--nightmare creature whose ailment runs all the way up to the giant sucking malignancy attached to its heart that is Garry Bettman and Bill Dayley, and further, to the executives that they shill for, and even further back to the time period, tenets, and culture that the sport was founded on. Remember, this is the same organization whose administrative and players (retired and current) repeatedly spit in the face of their teammates who've suffered chronic and debilitating injuries, and continue to mock journalists and veterans who try to bring those issues to the forefront, stating that the injury is worth it to win -- (or that the possibility of injury is worth it, considering these comments so often come from players that are still relatively hale).

Hmmm, sounds incredibly familiar to the position the NHL takes on another rampant issue in the sport: sexual assault.

There's a reason why the NHL is falling behind in popularity (and in value) compared to other sports organisations and it's because they cling to their archaic values and methods and flat-out refuse to let them go -- and thus attract players and administrative and fans who find all that entails appealing. It's not everyone in the sport obviously but it's a large enough faction to keep things stagnant -- just go take a look at Ian Kenedy's twitter page and start scrolling through the replies to his tweets if you want a taste of what we're up against here.

If you want to do anything, ANYTHING AT ALL to help improve the hockey culture, there are multiple avenues to explore that might actually make a difference --first of all getting involved in your community not just the internet community-- in chipping away at who this game attracts, how they see themselves, how they see others, how they see hockey players, and how those hockey players see themselves and others. Those avenues do not include dunking on wags. I get it, they all look the same, haha. it's weird, their children and husbands can't tell them apart, hahaha. There, I said it too and now I never have to hear that fucking joke again. Move ON.

I understand that the lines between reality and fiction can blur easily when it comes to rpf, but making actually, completely serious judgements on other people's private emotional lives and relationships is completely out of the realm of reality. You can't know, you can never know completely. It can be difficult enough to identify these things when it comes to a friend or a family member how are you possibly going to make a pronouncement that someone's relationship is stale or without intimacy or connection when literally have no idea who they really are? I've been stalked and I've had people write fanfiction about me and I can 100% say that what they gleamed of who I was and what my life was like from the outside did not run true.

Analyzing those aspects and their intersexuality is worthwhile -- if anyone has an actual interest in these topics I suggest reading: Wille O'ree's biography, Bern Saunder's biography, Fred Sasakamoose's Call Me Indian, Black Ice: The Lost History of the Colored Hockey League of the Maritimes by Darril and George Frosy, On Account of Darkness by Ian Kennedy, Why I didn't say anything by Sheldon Kennedy, Crossing The Line by Laura Robinson, Major Misconduct by Jeremy Allingham, Finding Murph by Rick Westhead -- There are more than that if you're willing to dig for them ... but especially after the back to back Kyle Beach and Hockey Cannada lawsuits I've just had it to up to here with the takes about the ~uwu poor hockey men~~ and their repressed homosexual longings and lack of overall male intimacy and companionship --- who do you think is doing said repressing?? THE HORRIBLE UWU MEN. (Said in exaggeration and jest but also not fucking really.) They are victims unto themselves. 99% refuse to speak up or do anything about the inequality, harassment, and overall intrinsic issues in the sport, the ones who bravely do are shunned by the others who refuse to help themselves or others. They don't see themselves as emotionally underdeveloped manchildren stranded on the frigid island of masculine solitude and arrested development. They like their lives, they don't care about what kind of impact that lifestyle has on other people (or on the environment or on the economy). They like their cookie-cutter world, conservative sandbox and comfortable wealthy liberalism... and most of all they like their hot blond skinny wives and they don't care what sort of social constructs have led to them pursuing a very specific type of woman. The vast majority of them have zero interest in having their eyes opened to a more complex and diverse worldview and it's not the fault of anyone but themselves, least of all the women who get pulled along in their wake.

#no offence to the ghost of andrea dworkin but I feel her possess me every time I'm forced to here a take like this #not that i claim to be in her league in literally anything only that the wags would benefit from living together all together in a lesbian #commune away from the internet experiencing bliss and many orgasms while the men are doomed to play out a pantomime of heterosexual sex #on the ice penetrating each other with their skate blades and sticks and shins and elbows night after night forever all the while grinning #and proclaiming it's all for the love of the game #im sure this is filled with spelling errors and mistakes but im tired and i tap out #ill be back when i have saved up enough energy for my next rant or someone posts a new picture of steve yzerman in the tag

58 notes · View notes

chailovesu · 6 months

Note

Hey ,I never do this but I would really like for advice or a different point of view. I have known about the law for a couple of years now. The first time I was introduced was by the Void State after I saw a post on Tumblr, after that I became obsessed with being able to get in and I never could, then with scripting, affirmations, the list goes on. Literally since that day I have been trying to manifest my dream life, I stopped looking for answers on Tumblr and started listening to Neville Goddard and Edward Art and my perception of the Law has change and got into states, which I understand but I can't grasp or get a hold of how to consciously enter one. I know we are always manifesting and in a state and to keep persisting and you enter a state all the time without knowing. But I don't know what to do. My desires remain the same, to be rich, to live in my dream house, to go to the university of my dreams in NY, among others, but I have not been able to achieve it, and I feel that the position I was in in my life, economically, socially, with my family and friend, even the possibility of going to my dream university was better before or at the start of me founding out about the law than it is now. And I'm not asking for pitty or to dump all of this on you but I don't know what to do. Time goes by, I see my friends studying abroad, traveling. I see people living what I always wanted, literally in detail and this has affected my mental health. I try to control it by saying that it is just a reflection and that one day I will wake up with all my desires, but I no longer know. People say just say affirm more, be consistent or that I already have my desire but I don't know what to do. What advice do you give me?

hii!! well it looks like you put too much importance on methods and the 3d the only thing u need to change is self

"Literally since that day I have been trying to manifest my dream life" "I became obsessed with being able to get in and I never could, then with scripting, affirmations, the list goes on."

u have to stop "trying" and just accept it as the truth if u see you've woken up in your old home don't even acknowledge it in your mind just act like you're living through a success story ur subconscious doesnt have eyes it goes off of what u tell it

to be honest states confused me for a long time too but u get into states by identifying as the person who has what u want

u would consciously enter a state by just saying it in your mind like if u had black hair but want blonde hair u would say "i have blonde hair" and now your in the state of having blonde hair

i personally think that thoughts matter/manifest because a rich person wouldn't be thinking about how poor they are and a person who's in a relationship with their sp wouldn't be mentally complaining about them not liking them

"i see people living what I always wanted, literally in detail"

i would take this as a sign and be like "wow that person is so similar to me" bc we create everything and if i can create other people with my desires i can obviously have them myself

my advice for you would to be stop watching loa related videos in general and apply what u know also work on your self concept around manifesting

#chai's asks #loa #loa blog #law of assumption #loassumption #loa tips #loa tumblr #im so sorry if this didnt make sense but i tried

22 notes · View notes

bratshaws · 1 year

Text

just a boy in the band

a/n: Inspired by the picture of baby MILES IN A BAND OUTFIT that @dhwanishah09 sent me. Thank u <3 (there will be a chapter tonight i just really wanted to post this <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff

masterlist

The best cleaning is the one you don't plan, don't expect and don't wait for according to her mother...whatever that meant. Beatrice liked cleaning in her own time without anyone huffing over her shoulder - she grew up with five siblings and her parents so that was a bit hard - and with music.

She could handle the dogs, after all they loved being around her and just wanted to check what she was doing. Jolene especially liked lying close to her bed as Beatrice rummaged through their room.

The house was quiet because Rooster took Nicole out with him for a quick trip to the super market. Beatrice found it so sweet how he always wanted to keep Nikki close no matter what and once he found out they were low on certain things he just grabbed their baby and out he went.

Beatrice smiles as she sits in front of the closet, checking if there were any thing that could be donated to the homeless shelter or to the senior center. She knew Rooster had a few shirts he didn't really want anymore - something about him getting broader and the sleeves being tight on his arms - "Where did he put those?"

She looked around for a few seconds, lifted some jeans that were neatly folded in the corner only to look up at the higher shelves, seeing part of the shirts peeking from there, "Aha!" she stands to her feet, pushing herself to her tiptoes as she pats the shelf until she took hold of the shirts.

There was something on top of the shirts, which made her frown, "Aw man." she didn't want to drop anything that was there so she shuffled to their bedroom to grab the chair in there, nudging it through the door into the closet, "Okay." the sound of the chair moving made Jolene curious. The pittie just tilted her head as she looked at Beatrice who was gently pulling on the shirts.

She howered did a double take at what was on top, "What the?" she asks quietly, furrowing her brows. It looked like a small album, but it wasn't one she could identify. "That's odd," she mutters as she gently pulls the album out of the shelf, blinking at the cover, "Hawson Elementary--wait," she gasped, 'Wait, this is from--"

Beatrice was always excited whenever she found something new about Rooster, but especially when it was from when he was younger. Rooster...didn't really like seeing things from before his time in the Navy - which she understood, it was probably still painful for him to see some of these - so he either ignored it or just offered a random joke as to why that picture existed.

She bit her lower lip, chewing on it for a few seconds, "I shouldn't, he wouldn't like it-" she makes a movement to pull it back, but the said movement made a picture slip out, "Oh,damn it." she huffs, stepping down from the chair to grab it.

It was face down on the floor, which made a bit harder to flip since the surface was so slippery, but once she did so she just stared. Beatrice's lips parted in surprise, "Oh." she slowly sat on her knees, holding both sides of the picture as if it was the most precious thing she had ever seen.

Which if she was honest, it was.

"Babe!" she hears him calling, Nicole laughing happily as Eleanor and Jack jump around them in greeting "Easy guys, calm down- Babe! I got you some mango sorbet!" there's the sound of bags as he walks to the kitchen "And I bought more shampoo, you were almost out!"

Rooster looked up from the counter as he places everything down, expecting Beatrice to say something but all he was met was silence, "Babe?" he tries again, Nicole happily babbling inside the kangaroo carrier, "Bea, you there?"

"I-I'm here!"

He furrows his brows when he hears the tone in her voice, still looking towards the stairs as he unlatches Nicole from the carrier, "Come on,Nikki, let's check on mommy yeah?" he grabs the lilac colored bottle as he walks out the kitchen and up the stairs, meeting Jolene halfway "Hey Jojo, is Bea okay?"

Jolene wags her tail for a brief second before turning around and trotting up to their room. Rooster adjusts Nicole in his arms - his little girl hugging his neck and babbling nonstop - as he walks into their bedroom only to find it empty and lacking their chair...but then he hears the soft sniffling coming from the closet, "Bea?"

"In here!"

"Yes,I know gorgeous but why does your voice sound like that?" he asks as he makes his way over to the open closet, maybe too quickly, so quickly it makes Nicole laugh, "You sound like you are crying."

She was crying, except not for the many reasons he expected her to. Beatrice looks up at him with her eyes red, holding a picture - a very specific picture that he was sure he hid somewhere she'd never find- and giving him a look, "Roos," she sniffles, turning the picture towards him, "You were in band?!"

He stares down at his young picture, then back at Beatrice, then to the picture, he looks like he was about to get shot by the way he's staring at that, "...yes...?"

"How old were you in this?" she asks, still crying, "Seven? Eight?"

"I think around eight, probably."

"Oh my God!!"

He didn't know if he should comfort Beatrice or just stay put because she didn't seem distressed per se, she was emotional sure but it wasn't really the type of emotional he was used to seeing. "...babe,are you okay? Why are you crying?"

She looks up at him, tears still coming out of her eyes, "What do you mean why?" her voice even cracks at the end, "You look so cute!!" and she shows him the picture again, "Look! You look like a little angel!"

Rooster just blinks, "...You-You are crying because of my picture?"

"Yes!"

He has to close his eyes and breathe, even hiding his face behind Nicole because the smile that appeared and the way his cheeks warmed up was more than he could handle. His heart and stomach seemed to flutter because of that sweet confession of hers, how dare she be so sweet? He takes a few more breaths as Beatrice sniffles, "Baby," he calls once he's sure he could speak without sounding like an idiot, "Baby, c'mere."

"You had the cutest cheeks and-and you look so tiny! Is that a clarinet?"

"Yes. Bea, get up."

"And the little band outfit!" she looks at him with her lower lip jutted, "Rooosteer!! Why do you do this to me?"

"What did I do?" he's laughing as he asks that, only making his wife cover her face with her hands and whine quietly.

"And your hair is so blonde and-and you look like a little angel and your dimples!!" she just cried a bit more, letting the picture fall to her knees as she looked up at him, lower lip shaking a bit.

"Aw,baby, c'mere." she finally complies when he offers her his hand, pulling her up to her feet and kissing the top of her head when she hugs his middle, "You are too sweet, gorgeous. You are the sweetest,I swear."

Beatrice just buries her face in his shirt, feeling Nicole's tiny hand gently touch her hair almost as if she wanted to comfort her mother as well. Beatrice's soft sniffles dissipated as she turned to Nikki, her cheek pressed on Rooster's chest, mimickin her mother's, "You two look a lot alike."

"Hm?"

"You and Nikki." she begins, rubbing her daughter's soft cheeks, "She got your chubby cheeks."

Rooster just scoffed, "Alright, okay, chubby cheeks?" his wife nods, smiling up at him with her eyes red still, "...people used to call me chipmunk."

Her gasp was loud and he didn't know if she was offended or amused, "No."

"Yes." he replies with the same smirk, "But for a little while, it never bothered me that much...you know I haven't seen that picture in a long time." he murmurs, looking to the floor where it laid, facing down, "I honestly thought I hid it much better."

Beatrice frowned, "...do you want me to put it away?"

He takes a while to reply, then shakes his head, "Nah." he smiles, "It's fine."

He sounded a lot better as he said that, normally speaking about his past made Rooster tense up or made the furrow between his brows intensify...but this time, this time he was actually smiling. Beatrice couldn't help but sigh in relief seeing that certain demons of his past were being dealt with. "I can put it in the album though. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it is." he kisses the top of her head as he lets her go to kneel in front of the picture, "Could be worse, you could've seen my 10 years old Halloween costume."

"Huh? Oh yea,I--" she pauses, slowly turning to face him, "What?"

"What?"

"You never showed me that one."

Rooster slowly backed away from the room "I don't know what you mean."

"Rooster."

He's at the door with Nicole giggling and clapping her hands because of her parents' antics, "Oh look at the time, Nikki has to get changed."

"Rooster!"

"Gotta go!"

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

76 notes · View notes