#got to hug sad bastard man

[jeeaark]

What's better than two half-orcs in shiny armor bonding over half-orc troubles because they're both half-orcs who can trust each other enough to be themself and not anything else?????? Hahaha-Nothing. Just. Two peas in a pod.

A follow-up after sad tiefling reunion

[just-some-user-hunny]

Yandere team green and bastard! reader

(Aemond edition)

~ At your arrival, Aemond would have been particularly indifferent to it at worst, and bluntly curious at best. He would be a little taken back that you were even brought to live in the castle, let alone given an official princes title, but over time of getting to know you in your shadow, his opinion would grow fonder.

~ He'd watch you interact with Helaena with interest, and how you grow to defend yourself from Aegon as you grow. He hated watching Aegon torment you, because it reminded him too much of himself and his own situation. In a way, he can find himself seeing a small part of himself in you. The dragon-less targaryon prince, and the half-blooded bastard princess. Both not really fitting into the family, but somehow surviving on the sidelines. Onlooking upon each other's misery.

~ Aemond feels rather misunderstood and lonely, more now than even since he lost his eye. His detest towards your brother's would grow when you cradled little lukes face in your palms, watching you intensely with his remaining eye as he got stitched up. He wanted that attention. That care, that affection.

~ in a way, later on you mirror him. You see the disfigured prince become somewhat of a shadow of himself, growing quiet and focused and resentful. Driven to create a name for himself other than the frightful prince with a gouged eye. Later on, when the fretful ruckus of children and adults alike grow tired and fall upon their pillows with heavy upset still lingering in their hearts, you may sneak your way to Aemond to ask how he is. Everyone seemed to neglect how he felt after everything, and although you feel a little angry at how he treated your half-sisters and brothers, you're too soft-hearted to let him go alone with such a gruesome injury. He's spellbound once he finds you at his chamber doors, and before he can hide his face from you, you quickly hug him before leaving for bed. Telling him you're sad that he lost his eye, and that you hope that he and your brothers can make it up.

~ ever since that night, he confirmed his status as a yandere towards you. Now that he was given a glimpse, a simple brief taste of genuine care, he wanted more. Now more than ever he is proud of his claim of Vhagar, seeing himself as a capable and strong rider that you may be impressed by. He'll make work to often fly above you whilst you are in the gardens, or perhaps in front of your view of your chambers windows that look out upon the sea. He wants to impress you, give you a reason to keep giving him attention.

~ when training with your brother's, he especially tries to show off whenever you're around. The poor boy always seems to get distracted however, and gets knocked to the ground by Aegon of Jace. It's a laughable sight really.

~ He hides his disfigured eye behind an eye patch now, hoping it distracts you from the glaring scar that peeks behind it. Regardless of how sympathetic and non-judgemental you were, he's still a little self conscious about his appearance.

~ his actions are boyish and clumsy. Unsure and over his head, but he's determined- unlike his on and off drunkard of a brother, to win your affection and acceptance.

~ Older Aemond is something else, you may find. He's more poised, confident, and conniving.

~ as a yandere, he's possessive, protective, and demanding.

~ And boy is he intense. If you thought his distracted glances and focused stares on you were a lot, he's even more intense now. Even more so with one eye somehow.

~ You can bet Daemon is not a fan of him being oh so focused on his daughter. There's lots of tension between the two. Whenever Aemond watches you unblinkingly at the dining table during meals, Daemon isn't keeping his eyes off the one-eyed prince. Man is ready to get the shotgun Caraxes.

~ With his sharpened skills with a blade and fighting tactics, he can confidently show off in front of you without worrying about falling on his behind like a clumsy fool as he once did as a fumbling young boy.

~ Alicent would be his wingman ultimately. She wants you as her own, whether it be daughter or daughter in law. You can imagine her shooting him with stern looks at the dinner table to stop staring at her like that, it's frightening. Invite her to dance instead. Oh my god this is going to take some coaching isn't it.

Ultimately she would be completely behind his actions, encouraging it, even- although she would at least try to direct him in a more sane and gentle manner, than his outwardly possessive and demanding visage.

~ However your relationship will strain greatly once he kills Luke with Vhagar, and his grasp on you slips away the moment you look upon him with resentment and anger. The last thing he ever wanted from you. Alicent would be furious, tenfold after realising that a war will begin, and the family will split in two and how she knows that daemon and Rhaenyra will keep you in their grasp to stay on team black.

~ Alicent and Aemond would probably scheme to somehow kidnap you, or at least persuade you to visit under the false presence of making peace, and keep you trapped with them. (For plot hole sake, let's just say Cannibal was off on his little personal vacations, so unfortunately you had no big goth dragon to save you 😓).

~ during the duration of dance of the dragons, you'd be yearning and fighting to get back to your dragon to escape the bloody and blazing war that will inevitably ensue. It all becomes too much, you need to escape and somehow get back to your real family, just like you've yearned for as a child.

~ Aemond will also inevitably perish in a battle against your father, but until then, he'll keep an iron grasp on you as he hopelessly scrambles for any sort of power to back himself up.

[s-coquette]

Three’s a Crowd (2/2)

summary: Your loving boyfriend Johnny is trying to force Simon into your relationship without your consent.

warnings: slight dubcon/noncon, piv sex, anal sex, angst?? coercion

word count: 3.8k

part one

The feeling of those same honeyed brown eyes staring at you was unnerving. They were beautiful, like hot freshly brewed coffee swirling in your mug. In any other situation you would’ve complimented them, but right now you wanted to rip them out of his head.

“Simon! Hello… What are you doing here?”

You say with a forced smile, almost gritting your teeth in annoyance. Any time you heard his name you thought about what Johnny made you say while climaxing, maybe that was his cruel way of making you get used to the thought of him?

His brooding form stood in front of you at your doorway, intimidating you in your own apartment.

“Jus’ came in t’ see my boy.”

Your forced smile dropped the second he uttered those words, his boy? It almost made you want to scoff. You could see the smirk tug beneath his black mask, the bastard was enjoying making you jealous.

As you opened your mouth to rudely shoo him away and lie that Johnny was out,

“Hen.. Why are y’ out of bed-“

Johnnys tired voice came from behind you, turning around and finding him in only his briefs. You tried to shoo him away and tell him to get dressed but nothing went through his sleepy head.

“Who is tha- Simon? Steamin’ Jesus! I ken’ you’d come by.”

You were unceremoniously shoved out of the doorway while your boyfriend chatted with the big bastard. Throwing your hands up in defeat you retreated to the bedroom to sulk and get dressed to go to the store, like you and Johnny had planned the night before.

Throwing on one of Johnnys gray hoodies and a simple pair of black leggings, you sifted through the sheets to find your lost phone. Scowling when you heard your boyfriends loud laughs, wanting to rip your hair out when he invited Simon inside.

The bedroom door slamming open startled you, turning around to find Johnny grinning like he won a prize, still in his underwear.

“Woah, bun. What’s the hurry? Where ya off to? We have a guest.”

His innocent tone made you want to scream. You watched him as he rifled through the closet to find some sweatpants and a shirt.

“I’m going to the store, like we planned out yesterday.”

Your cold response made his face fall like a sad puppy. Snatching your phone finally after finding it beneath your pillow.

“No you aren’t.”

The suddenly dark tone of his voice made you stiff, it made you realise even though he acted like a soft ball of sunshine that he was in fact a grown man who had years of military experience and trauma.

“Wh- I am, we don’t have anything in the fridge and we’re running low on coffee.”

You now turned to face him, eyebrows furrowed as his face looked grim, you never witnessed that expression on him and it made chills run down your spine.

“Bonnie, we have a guest. It’s rude to leave when he’s just come by.”

“I don’t care, Johnny. He’s not my friend, I have nothing to do with him.”

That seemed to set him off more, his giant hand grabbed your wrist and tugged you along with him.

“Wait- Stop- Johnny.”

All your resistance was met with a harsh tug, a warning. You were thrown into the living room like a deer in headlights, staring at the man occupying your apartment.

Simon made himself comfortable, arms resting on the headrest of the couch, thick thighs that were probably 2x bigger than yours spread out.

The scowl on your face appeared again and you bawled your fists. Johnny ushered you to sit down next to Simon but you chose the farthest point from him.

Your boyfriend just tossed you a look and sat down next to ghost, almost hugging him.

“Wha’s got your panties in a twist, kitty?”

The loud cocky sound of his deep accented voice rumbled through you. If you didn’t hate his guts you would’ve found it attractive.

You twisted your hoodie in your hands in annoyance and mumbled out a small,

“You.”

You could sense the smirk under that damn black mask, wanting to rip it off and choke him with it.

“Bonnie! I don’t understand what’s gotten into you? What did Simon do to deserve you acting like that?”

That was your breaking point. You felt like a small child being scolded for something it didn’t do.

“You wanna know what’s gotten into me? You constantly talking about Simon! Simon this, Simon that, oh, let’s go out with him! Oh, I invited him over! Every single day it’s all about Simon! Why don’t you just dump me and be with him if you love him so fucking much since i think you’d rather fuck him than me!”

The tears stinging your eyes and the humiliation and embarrassment from your monologue making your chest heave.

Johnny looked dumbfounded while Simon just stared at you, stoic as always, but his fists were now closed.

You took that as your queue to leave.

“Wha-!”

A strong hand grabbed your wrist when you got up, pulling you down into a warm lap. Johnny held you close to him while you tried to fight the frown on your face, eyes bleary with tears.

“Hen….”

“Stop it-“

You pushed at his chest, his hands smoothed down your hair as you hiccuped on your sobs.

“Y- You come in here- call him your boy, hug him like he’s- he’s your boyfriend-“

You inhale loudly and try to wipe at your face to argue like a woman.

“You’re all- he talks about, it’s like he’s- he’s fucking in love with you! You don’t know how much that hurts me.”

Your sniffles interrupting every word.

“I jus’ wanted t’ go to the store with my boyfriend!”

You tried to continue but a giant hand cupped your cheeks and squished them together, wetting his fingers in your tears.

Your weak attempts to slap his hand away were shushed.

“Cute little thing.”

All of the emotions you just poured out and the things that have been stressing you for MONTHS, were ‘cute’. You wanted to scream. Run out of the apartment and go back to your family’s house.

Instead, your sobs got worse and you just wept while he menacingly squished your cheeks.

“Oh, hen… That’s what I’ve been trying to tell ye.”

So he didn’t love you anymore? He was fucking Simon? He wanted to break up? The thought that you’ve been in a relationship with a man who doesn’t love you back made you whimper out of emotions running through you.

“You- You-You,”

Couldn’t even articulate yourself without loud gasps in between.

“Don’ love me anymore-“

Warm hands soothed up and down your body as he brought you closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“Nonono.. Tha’s not it. I love you, so much. It hurts how much I love you. But I also love Simon.”

So your boyfriend wanted to replace you? Perfect.

“I don’t understand..”

Your confused face with crocodile tears streaming down your cheeks was enough to make Simon coo.

“I love you, and I love Simon. Simon loves me, but you don’t like him. This isnt going to work if we don’t all get a long.”

That made you push at his chest, was he crazy? He wanted to be in a relationship with both of you at the same time?

“Shhh, I ken’, hen, I ken’ that it’s selfish of me to want both of ya’. But Simon wanted to try it out. Simon is willing if you are too. That is.. If you love me. I don’t know what i’d do without you.”

You sniffled and tried to wipe at your face.

“I don’ like Simon…”

“Y’ will, bun.”

Too burned out to argue you just sobbed into his chest, every time you tried to get up you’d be forcefully shoved back. Once your cries morphed into little sniffles he loosened his grip on you. You wrenched yourself out of his grasp and got on wobbly feet, barely carrying yourself to the bedroom where you slammed the door behind.

Pulling out your phone, trying to text anyone and everyone if they had some place for you to stay over, just until you could find a new apartment.

You pulled out your old backpack and started throwing in random clothes while wiping the tears that were threatening to spill again.

You wanted to slap yourself when you remembered your laptop was in the living room.

Begrudgingly stepping out of your once shared bedroom, you make your way through the hallway and into the living room. The thing you set your eyes on making you want to claw them out.

There he was, your ‘boyfriend’, embraced in Simon’s arms. By the looks of it he was pretty shaken by what had happened, rubbing his face while mumbling something to the other.

Letting out a forced cough to make your presence known made his head snap right to you, were you going to forgive him? Give him a chance at the new ‘addition’?

Staring at the coffee table, you went straight for it. Ignoring anything he wanted to say and grabbing your laptop.

His eyebrows shot up when he realised you had slung a backpack over your shoulder. He frantically tried to persuade you, trying to get up only to fail with Simon’s strong grip on him.

Simon grabbed your forearm and threw you into them, letting out a pained yelp when your back landed on his shoulder and Johnny’s elbow.

“Stop it! You big fucking bastard! You took my boyfriend and now what do you want from me!”

You screamed at him, only to be met with a large hand cupping your mouth.

“You talk a lot of someone so small.”

The malice in his voice made you stiff, his gaze was piercing.

“I don’t care If you like me or not. I want Johnny to be happy, if he wants you to stay you’re gonna stay.”

His tone made it sound like a threat, it probably was. You nodded, unable to breathe under his hot hand.

Letting out loud gasp once he let you go, trying to scramble into Johnny’s lap.

“Look, bonnie. Simon is going to be staying with us for a while. He’s lonely at home, no one to look forward to when he wakes up, I just couldn’t let him suffer like that.”

You stared at Johnny, feeling betrayed.

“Johnny. Were you fucking him while we were together?”

The guilty look on his face was enough for you. Struggling to wrench yourself out of their grasp, Simon only locked his arms around you and made you face Johnny.

“Hen, we are still together. And yes, it was at the beginning of our relationship. I just- We’ve had emotions for each other ever since our time in the task force. We couldn’t, it was unprofessional and we’d probably get fired. Then after we got discharged we kind of lost contact, we only started talking at the beginning of our relationship, hence why um, we had sex.”

You stared at him like he was out of his mind, which he rightfully was.

“Then why the fuck are you forcing me to stay?”

“Because i love y’ too! Can’t you get it?”

The both of you were heaving with emotion, Simon just watching, the same stoic look in his eyes.

“I think that’s enough arguing. Why won’t the little lady go and brew us a cuppa so we can settle down a little’.”

“Like hell i wil-“

The death stare he gave you was enough to get you on your feet and moving to the kitchen.

You threw around the mugs, purposely clanking loudly with the spoon and furrowing your eyebrows when you realised that there was only enough left for two cups.

You sighed and made it anyway, one in Johnny’s favourite mug and one in the ratty old one you and your boyfriend avoided using.

The sight of Simon comforting Johnny and lightly caressing his mohawk just like you used to made you slam the coffee down onto the table and take a seat on the pillow next to it where you usually lounged on your laptop.

“Oh, bun-“

“Shut up.”

A frown tugged at his lips, his favourite girl hated him now.

•

The nights were the worst. Laying in bed with the two big lugs, listening to them talk like they’d just gotten married.

Your back turned to them, you’d listen to the breathy moans, the same ones Johnny used to let out with you, while they kissed passionately.

Sometimes it made you jealous that you hadn’t joined them, but your pride made you deny that.

And they did, they’d ask you countless times if you wanted to cuddle with them, kiss them, have sex with them, it all resulted in a harsh no.

Johnny took that the worst, he couldn’t continue if he saw you laying down with a pillow over your head to block out the sound of them, back turned.

The most you’d get close to them was cuddling up to Johnny for warmth. It made him happy but it also made him sad that you weren’t seeking out Simon. It was also starting to have an effect on him, he knew Johnny loved you with all of his might, and seeing Johnny so depressed over you made his heart scrunch in his chest.

One night, when you were feeling particularly depressed in your trapped state, you felt Johnny spoon you. The weight of his back and his arms around you relaxed you, made you think of the times you weren’t a prisoner in your own home.

Then you felt another pair of arms around you, Simon’s. It made you recoil, trying to wiggle out.

“Stop it- Stop it, hen! When will you accept him?”

That question made tears sting in your eyes, he thought you were going to accept him no matter what.

Johnny just sighed and pushed you against him, hovering his nose against your neck, leaving small kisses and nips like he used to. His hand wandered down, slowly, cautiously into your waistband, slipping his pinky in to test the waters before pushing his whole hand in.

You let out a gasp when he cupped your mound, his hips jerking into your yours to make you hump his hand.

“I told Simon about the time I got you to moan his name,”

That made you flush, you tried telling him to stop but he continued anyway.

“We fucked that night and i was telling im’ all about you.”

You let out a whimper, his fingers now moving to do harsh circles of your clit.

“Told im’ about your slutty little moans while he was fucking my ass. Got him off to the thought of you, hen. Made him imagine he was fucking you instead of me. Gotta return the favour, right?”

God, this man is going to drive you crazy.

He suddenly flipped you on your back, you expected to meet the softness of your bed instead you got pushed into a wall of muscle.

Trying to squirm away was no good, they only just manhandled you to stay, pushing all of your clothes off and leaving you bare between them.

Simon’s giant paws grabbed at your tits, kneading them in his warm calloused hands.

“H’ told me about these cute little tits,”

Swirling your nipples between his rough fingers before pinching them, making you yelp and jump in his hold.

“Shhh, hold on, bun. We’re going to make this work.”

His words made your eyes fill with tears.

“I want Johnny…”

“Awh, I’m here, baby. It’s alright.”

The way he talked down on you while you were being groped by another man made you sob.

“Fussy little thing, just need some extra love-“

Simon grunted before forcefully pushing his thick fingers into your cunt.

“Gotta stretch her out nice and wide, haven’t had anything in er’ in a while, huh?”

The way he was talking to you made you uncomfortably horny. You hated to admit it.

You were slowly falling into a headspace, you tried to fight it with all you could, but being surrounded by these two giant men who were talking down to you made you feel small and broken.

Johnny immediately noticed, pushing his palm against your cheek and giving you the first passionate kiss you two had shared in so long.

You let out a whine when Simon grabbed him by his mohawk, pushing him up and making him slobber all over his mask, leaving a wet patch behind.

You frowned at the sight, turning your gaze away, trying to focus on the fingers stuffed in your needy pussy.

“Jealous little lady,”

That made you whine, too strung out to form words.

“It’s okay, hen. I love y’ just as much.”

The words didn’t help, you pushed against his chest, trying to get away.

“Attention whore, that’s what she is.”

You sniffle at the harshness of his statements. His movements speed up, the slick sounds of your cunt spread out through the room. You grinded up into the stimulation, too close to your climax.

“Ah ah ah- Not so fast.”

An annoyed grunt left you, you were so soft and pliable once you got pleasure, it was so easy to mold your mind.

“Now, kitty. Johnny here is gonna fuck this tight cunt-“

Followed by a quick little smack to your sensitive parts that was surprising more than anything.

You felt his breath in your ear once he continued.

“And i’m gonna fuck his cute little ass.”

You whined and pushed at him, not wanting to see your boyfriend get fucked by another man. It only resulted in a grin and the feeling of him getting up from behind you.

You felt tears bubble up again as you tried to push him back behind you, but he was too strong for you to make an impact.

Johnnys eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you getting so distraught,

“Is’ alright, baby, I want him to,”

You just shook your head and bit your lip, hooking your arms around his neck and pulling his head under your chin.

“Fuck!”

You jumped when you heard Johnny moan out, looking straight ahead and seeing Simon shoving his fingers mercilessly into him.

You felt something sliding against your cunt and let out a yelp when you felt a bulbous tip circle your opening.

Johnny only raised his head to look at you with a grin. That’s when you felt him slowly slide in, a loud moan escaping him, after being denied of you for so long.

Simon took that as the queue to slide in too, letting out a grunt and grabbing onto Johnnys hips.

“Gonna let me fuck you, bonnie?”

You shook your head again, voice too weak to use your words. Johnny panted above you, a fucked out look in his eyes as his arms rested on either side of your head.

You both jerked up when Simon made the first move, slowly thrusting in and out of him. Johnny, vocal as he always was, letting out little whines and pants.

“St-St-ah,”

Your protests were cut out by Johnny’s rough thrusts, sending your body up and down on the bed.

“I think the little lady likes watchin’ you get fucked,”

Simon teased, doing a particularly rough thrust, making both you and Johnny moan.

“Nooo-“

You whined, eyes screwing shut.

Simon’s hand reached down and gripped your cheeks harshly,

“Look me right in the eyes while I fuck him or I won’t let you cum.”

You wanted to protest but you were met with a warning tap to the cheek, a few droplets surrounded the corners of your eyes before they got gently wiped by the scot.

They continued roughly plowing at the same pace, the way they were coordinated kind of made you impressed.

Johnny reached down and circled your clit with quick strokes, eyebrows furrowing and thrusts getting needier.

“Cmon- Cmon, hen, come, come for us.”

You stared at those same honey brown eyes and let out a loud whimper, your climax so close to tipping over.

A loud smack snapped you out of it, Simon slapping Johnny’s ass, which made him let out a whorish moan. The sounds he was making were fuelling your end.

He sped up his ministrations on your clit, his thumb circling the swollen bud so roughly you couldn’t even think.

Your bleary eyes almost crossed as you looked at Simon, the wall of muscle that his was. His chest was speckled with light blonde hairs and thousands of scars, his happy trail prominent.

You felt your legs shake as you felt the intense build up, cresting over into a loud moan, arching your back and cumming onto Johnnys cock.

“Good girl, thaas’ it.”

You heard Simon throw in his praise, it strangely making your head tingle. Johnny didn’t let up, letting out even louder moans while fucking your overstimulated pussy. The whines you let out for him to stop, that it was too much, were left out in the wind.

“Cmon, pup, cum, cum for me.”

Simon commanded, and it’s as if Johnnys body followed all of his orders, he did. Letting out a groan and pushing his head into your chest for comfort, spilling his warm seed into your used cunt.

Simon followed soon after, sticking himself to the hilt and grunting.

You let out a whimper, tears collecting in your eyes when Johnny just pulled out and left you with Simon.

A yelp leaving your mouth when the bigger man picked you up and laid you down on his chest, a hand caressing through your hair and calming down your breathing.

“I wan- Where’s Johnny-“

“Sush.”

You whined and rubbed at your face, too deep into it that your mind felt blank. You tried to push at his strong chest, hands too weak to do anything but rest at it.

“I don’ like you..”

“I know, sweetheart.”

When you looked up at him it was the first time his eyes weren’t cold, they were softer, like he was trying to comfort you.

You let out a sob and dug your nails into his chest to ground yourself. He let you.

You were still sobbing by the time Johnny came out of the bathroom, a towel in hand with a bottle of water he picked up on his way back.

“Oh, sweetie..”

He cleaned you up gently and gave you some water, not trusting you to hold the bottle yourself, before handing it to Simon for him to have a drink too.

You heaved, trying to articulate your emotions.

“Johnny-“

Was all that left you, you reached your arms for him weakly, and he pitied you and grabbed you. He laid you down between the two of them to your protest and hushed you.

And there you fell asleep, fucked out and too emotional to argue again.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Pregnant with Patrick’s Daughter (Challengers)

Description: Y/N is pregnant with Patrick’s baby but she’s with Art.

Word Count:986

Request: "Maybe something with a pregnant reader and like Patrick’s the dad. It could be fluff or angst, idk I’m just curious to see how the dynamic between Patrick and like his child would be lol!”

Author’s note: I added a twist in it. Hope you like it!

Y/N looked down at the pregnancy test in shock. Her and Patrick used protection or did they? She honestly couldn’t remember but this was bad news. She was with Art and fucking Patrick. Though she knows that it’s not Art’s kid because he’s been too busy with Tennis to even fuck her. Art would know that the kid wasn’t his, especially if the kid looks like Patrick. Truth be told, Y/N loved Patrick and she also loved Art. It was hard for her to choose between them when they both wanted her as well. She looked at the engagement ring that was placed on her finger. She twirled it and played with it as she thought of what she was going to do. 

Art was practicing for his match today so Y/N called Patrick. The two weren’t friends anymore which made the situation worse. He thought she wanted to have sex again so he kissed her hard as soon as she opened the door. She pushed him back and he gave her a confused look. “We need to talk.” She said, he nodded and followed her to the kitchen. “Take a seat.” She demanded. “Ohh I love it when you get all dominant with me.” He smirked. She gave him a look and his smirk dropped. “Listen I don’t know what to do about this or why I'm even telling you at this point but I’m pregnant.” His jaw drops at her words, “And it’s yours because Art and I haven’t had sex in awhile.” He got up from the chair and pulled her in for a hug. “That’s great. I’m gonna be a dad.” He whispered. She pulled away from the hug, “Patrick, I’m with Art. He’s not gonna be happy about this.” Patrick didn’t really care. He hated Art for taking Y/N from him. That pathetic bastard got everything he wanted. “Well he’s not gonna wanna be with you since you’re carrying another man’s baby. My baby to be exact.” She glared at him. Of course he’d be happy about this. He hated Art. 

“What?” Art screeched as he stood up from the couch. It didn’t make sense why Patrick was here but now it did. “Art, I’m sorry this isn’t how I wanted you to find out.” She tells him. Patrick had a proud smirk on his face. “Found out what? That you’re fucking my ex best friend and having his baby?” Y/N looked at him with a guilty expression. She really did feel bad. “Art it’s hard for me.” She said with tears in her eyes. “You’re crying? You’re fucking my ex best friend and you’re crying?” He yelled. “Art, I love you both.” Patrick didn’t know that she loved him, nor did Art. “What?” Patrick whispered at her confession. “I love you both and I know that you guys hate each other but I can’t live without you guys.” She said, tears still streaming down her face. Patrick stood up and looked at Art who looked so broken at the news. Y/N’s eyes flickered between the two of them. “Art, please say something.” She begged her fiance. He shook his head and laughed. Both, Y/N and Patrick looked confused. “Get the fuck out!” He told them. “Art, please-” “Get the fuck out!” He screamed at her. 

She laid in Patrick’s bed with tears streaming down her face. Her belly bigger and full with Patrick’s baby. It’s been 6 months since Art kicked her out. He hadn’t spoken to either of them, not that she thought he would. He had the right to be upset with her. She cheated on him and got pregnant. But it still hurt her a lot, she loved them both and it was selfish that she felt sad because she had Patrick. But she wanted both. The front door opened and she quickly wiped her tears. Patrick made his way to the bedroom to see Y/N and her tummy full of his baby. He smiled at the sight. She saw him enter the bedroom and smiled at him. He came and collapsed on the bed next to her. He turned towards her and stared at her stomach. “I can’t wait til she’s born.” He said and placed his hand on her tummy. She smiled and agreed with him. She placed her hand on his and the baby kicked. They both gasped and looked at each other. This was the first time they baby kicked for Patrick. Tears started forming in his eyes as he smiled. “I finally felt her kick.” Y/N nodded and ran her fingers through his hair. 

Y/N watched as Patrick gave their 4 year old daughter a racket. She chuckled as their daughter kept dropping it but everytime Patrick gave her it again. He was so patient with her and so sweet. It made Y/N’s heart melt. She giggled as their daughter almost hit Patrick with the racket. He looked at his wife and smiled at her. She got up from her seat and walked over to them. “Try not to kill daddy, sweetheart.” She joked. Their 4 year old giggled and gave the racket to Y/N. Y/N took it and melted when she ran into Patrick’s arms. Patrick smiled and hugged her back. Y/N felt happiness in her life, ever since their daughter was born. She didn’t think of Art anymore, unless she saw him on the news. He was a pro tennis player like Patrick and he married Tashi Duncan. She was happy for him, truly. “Hey uh I guess now would be the time to tell you that I’m playing in the challengers and Art will be there.” Her smile dropped at his name. She had a bad feeling about this and almost told him not to go. But she would be by his side with their daughter to support him. She wouldn’t let Art being there ruin this for them.

[howtotwirlaknife22]

Hesh dating headcannons (NSFW & SFW)

Hesh is one of the best guys you could possibly ask for as a boyfriend let be real.

He’s respectful, he’s smart, and he even knows how to crack a joke or two that has you gasping for air laughing.

He knows how to get crafty and build things. You need a new bookshelf because the one you have doesn’t hold all of your books? Don’t worry, he’s already on it. You have a picture you need framed? He’s building you a custom one with a cute message written on the back of it from him.

He loves to go on dates like the movies, walks in the park, going out for dinner at a new restaurant, camping, and even things like mini golf are fun for him. He just likes to get out and do things.

He especially loves it if he can bring Riley on those dates.

Which is another thing, you should be a dog person if you’re going to make a relationship with him work. Riley is his #1 wingman and he brings him with him EVERYWHERE.

That’s actually how the two of you met.

You were eating lunch in a park, sitting on your little blanket when you heard some rustling behind you. You turned around and saw a huge German Sheppard sniffing around in your picnic basket.

At first, you were a little intimidated because you didn’t know who’s dog it was, but then you saw a man running towards you and calling out for the dog. You’d be lying if you said the man wasn’t incredibly handsome.

He apologized as he leashed the dog again, explaining to you how the dog had gotten off his leash while he went to the restroom and how he must have smelled the peanut butter in your sandwiches. The next thing you knew, you were both exchanging laughs and phone numbers.

Hesh is such a supportive boyfriend. He’s the first to tell you how proud he is of you, and he encourages you to keep chasing after your goals.

Hes also amazing at providing comfort to you. After what he’s been through, he knows how tough life can be. But he’ll never judge you for anything you’re upset about. Whether that be a sad animal video you found online, or something more serious like losing a job or failing an important college class. He’s there to give you a hug and tell you that it’s okay, that there are always other options and ways to fix it.

Do NOT let this man into a kitchen for anything that requires more than 5 ingredients. It will either end in the house almost burning down or a mess all over the entire kitchen. Boy cannot cook to save his life.

Somehow Riley got a long stripe of frosting down his tail in the process of him trying to make cupcakes for your anniversary.

Speaking of anniversaries, he doesn’t forget any of the important dates you guys have. He remembers your birthday, your anniversary, your plans for Valentine’s Day, and he even remembers your family members birthdays.

He’s definitely the type of guy to treat your father with respect and charm your mother.

“I see where ____ gets their good looks from!” When your mother laughs, he raises an eyebrow. “I actually meant him.” And he points at your father. Your mother laughed even harder and your father shook his head at you. You just rolled your eyes and smiled, knowing how much of a goof your man was.

Now onto the dirty stuff…

Hesh is a passionate lover, he takes his time with you in the bedroom and would never make you feel bad if there was something that you didn’t want to do.

The second he sees discomfort in your face he immediately stops and checks in on you. When you confirm you’re okay he kisses you on the forehead and slowly starts up again.

When he’s really in the groove of things he’ll have his hands by your sides as he’s pumping in and out of you at a steady pace, letting out grunts and huffs as his eyes take in your gorgeous body under him.

He loves to play with your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index, and sucking on the other. He sometimes bites down a little as well, cheeky bastard.

He’s a little too shy to ask you for it, but he’d love it if you sat on his face. Especially if you’re on the thicker side. Suffocate this man, please.

Speaking of, his favorite positions would be missionary, against the wall, or even lotus. He just loves to see your face, he loves to see your expression as he’s pleasuring you. He does like to tease you a little, so he imitates the faces you make just to see you get flustered. This always makes him chuckle a little.

He’s not one to be super serious in the bedroom. He’ll tease you a little just to see you blush and laugh. He sees this as a way to break down walls, make things easier to work around.

He’s not against shower sex, and you often have to fight him off of you before you get ready for work because he’s always wanting to shower with you (he almost always makes you late when he does).

He’s a pretty decent size, he’s about 6 inches long with a slight upward curve. He’s girthy as hell too. His balls are truly impressive though. They’re very full and tight, and they’re the keys to getting him off fast.

He’s hairy, but he tends to manscape pretty often. Lots on his chest, arms, and legs. He has a nice happy trail and he knows you love it, so he loves to stretch in front of you.

He’s also very strong, and he loves to flex in front of you and hold you up whenever he can.

Okie that’s all I have for today, requests are still open so lmk if you want me to write :) 💌

Edit: I didn’t add my frickin tag list 😭😭

My b ya’ll and lmk if you wanna be added to it 🙏🙏

@blacktacmopsi @forsworned @tokillamockingbird427 @milkteaarttime

[marvelobsessed134]

i know you already did a story of Nikki hooking up with Tommy daughter

But I have an idea for one you could make

Modern day Nikki has a crush on the reader aka Tommy's daughter

Tommy and daughter go to visit Nikki in Wyoming they eat dinner at Nikki's house

As they all eat Nikki and her sit next to each at the table when Tommy isn't looking Nikki starts finger her a little later that night Tommy goes to bed

Nikki and her sneak out to his truck and have sex then just as they finish Tommy comes out outside Nikki and her hide in back of the truck Nikki throws a a blanket over so y'all won't get caught

Lol sorry this long it just came to me real fast

Sneaking around part two

Part one is here

Pairings: current!nikki sixx x fem!reader, current!tommy lee x fem!daughter!reader

Warnings: smut, vouyorism? (I totally spelt that wrong too), brief daddy kink, sneaking around, (almost) getting caught, Nikki cums inside reader, unprotected sex

It’s been a few months since you and Nikki hooked up and your father still doesn’t know about it.

This weekend Tommy dragged you along to visit Nikki in Wyoming which you were more than happy to do. You knew that after he falls asleep…the real fun happens.

Your step mom Brittany had a gig at the Laugh Factory in LA so she couldn’t join you guys. Which you were a little sad about but you decided to focus on Nikki.

Once the two of you arrived at his large house in the mountains, with a breathtaking view might you add, you got settled into guest bedrooms. Luckily there were enough rooms to where you didn’t have to share a room with your dad.

Because sneaking around would be a lot harder.

“Well it’s great to see you Y/n.” Nikki greeted you with a hug. He subtly felt you up which made your cheeks flush.

“It’s great to see you too Nikki.” You never really call him “uncle” anymore ever since you got older and started to become attracted to him. Your dad didn’t suspect a thing he was oblivious.

“I made dinner so come sit.” The bassist said as he led you to the dining room. During dinner all was well, just catching up with each other until Tommy was distracted on the phone.

Nikki’s hand creeped up the side of your legs before making its way under your skirt. Your eyes widened as you quickly turned your head towards him.

He put his finger over his lips a silent “shh” before pulling your panties aside and running his finger through your wet folds.

You hissed slightly as he toyed with your cunt before entering two fingers inside of you tight entrance.

“Yeah. Okay see ya.” Your dad hung up the phone and Nikki was eating his chicken as if his fingers weren’t knuckles deep inside of you.

You tried your best to act normal but the bastard made that very hard as his thumb caressed your clit. You hissed again as you tried to pick up your fork and take a bite.

The drummer had a concerned look on his face, “Are you okay sweetheart?”

“Yeah, dad. I’m fine just feeling some of those menstrual cramps coming on you know how it is.”

“Do you want to lay down?” Nikki interjected.

You nodded and smiled as best you could. You silently whined at the loss of his fingers inside of you but quickly got up to your room.

~Time Skip~

Later that night you laid restless wondering if Nikki was going to continue those little game of his.

Your phone pinged and you looked to see a text from the man himself.

Meet me in my truck. Now.

You quickly got out of bed and rushed outside quietly as to not wake anyone else. You ran outside in the cold Wyoming air in your thin pajamas. Making your way to Nikki’s truck you got inside and sat in the passengers seat.

The older man eyed you up and down, noticing how your nipples pebbled against the thin fabric of your tank top. He grabbed your head and pressed a hot, passionate kiss to your lips. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The two of you pulled away, breathless.

“Been waiting all day for this.” He groaned.

“Yeah? Well you clearly couldn’t wait when you fingered me at the dinner table with my dad across from us.”

“I just couldn’t help myself. I had to feel you again it’s been to long.”

“I didn’t even get to cum.”

His hands slid up to your waist and he leaned in, “Oh honey,” he said, “you’ll be cumming a lot this weekend.” That sent a shiver down your spine and he took the opportunity to pull your tank top over your head.

Nikki groped your breasts and toyed with your nipples as you rubbed the bulge in his pants.

“Jesus baby you’re too good to me. You shouldn’t be shacking it up with an old man.”

You moved to straddle him, “Yeah but I’m doing it anyway.” You grinned and he grinned back.

The bassist slapped your ass, “Dirty girl.” You grounded in his crotch, moaning at the friction.

He quickly pulled his cock out of his pants and you pulled your shorts and panties off before lowering your all yourself onto his shaft. You both moaned at the stretch and his hands gripped your hips as he started to move you up and down.

“Rub your clit for me baby.” He commanded and your hand moved down to your clit as you rubbed it in deep circles.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, your mind blank as you screamed. You knew why Nikki wanted you I his truck, so you could be as loud as you wanted.

“Such a good girl squeezing me so tight. Ah fuck!” The older man groaned, thrusting up into you hitting your g spot every time.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned breathlessly.

“Go ahead babygirl. Cum for daddy.” His words sent you over the edge as you clenched around him, your release dripping down his cock.

But Nikki didn’t stop, fucking into you as he came in your pussy.

The two of you were trying to catch your breaths when the light came in the foyer. The two of you froze and you dove into the back seat. Nikki grabbed a blanket and covered you completely.

Tommy came up to the truck and opened the door. “Hey man, what are you doing out here I heard some noise.”

“Oh uh….” His cheeks were red, he was embarrassed. “I was going to the corner store to get some snacks but I got distracted.”

Your dad looked down at his friends cock still leaking with his cum, “Clearly. Well I don’t judge I’ve jerked off in weirder places.” And he was off into the house.

You peaked out of the blanket, “Is he gone?”

“Yeah. That was close.”

[niyoriix]

Bleach captains w/ Elysia S/O

TW: Cussing, suggestive(kinda??) OOC lol

Males only (no idea how to write for woman, even though I am one😞 also I didn't add some ALL of them since I had no CLUE how to write for them,I'll try to next time tho!!)

Shunsui

•Yall get along AMAZINGLY.

•Loves you so much, incredibly grateful that your his S/O.

•Loves your hair, it's so silky smooth and healthy, plays with it every chance he gets lol

•has probably written the most corny ass poetry about you 😭

•loves when you massage his head, makes him at peace.

•honestly just being with you is enough to make him feel incredibly peaceful.

•Kind of weird but, he likes how you smell.

•sometimes panics a little when he can't find you (nanao has to make him calm down by telling him you're just shopping lmao😭 he just needs to know your safe😞)

•Loves laying on your lap

Jushiro

•COUPLE GOALS OMG

•loves you sm😞

•Everyone loves you both, like match made in heaven🙏

•he sometimes gets rlly sad cuz he knows he won't be able to stay by your side for much longer due to his sickness, so he tries his best to always be with you.

•Acts like a total lost puppy without you.

•Like wandering around the garden with you and having mini tea dates with you.

•he sometimes feels bad when you have to take care of him, so you have to comfort him and tell him it's fine.

•Loves getting his hair combed by you, he finds it so soothing since your really soft with it.

•gives you the strangest but rlly thoughtfull gifts

•adores when you read to him.

Byakuya

• This is so Grumpy X sunshine coded lol

• tries to keep PDA to a minimum.

• Tea dates somewhat often

• gives you luxurious gifts ALOT

• readings/chatting dates are very often as well, this man can't get enough of your voice.

• he rlly loves it when you cook for him.

• and he's loves getting compliments from you, he's gets a whole ass ego boost.

• Loves seeing you with rukia, makes him shed a tear.

Mayuri

• when you guys got together people were incredibly concerned for you, also very jealous of Mayuri lmao

• Most likely has tried to experiment on you at least once.

• likes having you sit on his lap while he works, sometimes searching for validation from you.

•hes absolutely loves how you compliment him.

•he let's you paint his face with his face paint sometimes.

• builds you a lot of mini gadgets (for praise)

Shinji

•Most of the time he tries to flirt with you, you Normally the flirt back and it gets him red instead of you lol

• has done stuff to try and get you mad since you always look happy(he's just a curious lil guy)

•COMB HIS HAIR PLEASE..he LOVES it

•pink x yellow perfect match honestly

•gives you his hiori randomly (showing his dominance LMFAO)

•When you guys sleep together he fucking drools on you 😭 but he looks rlly cute sleeping so you let it slide..

•says a lot of stupidly cringy jokes

•but he does have good jokes DW

Gin

•This sly little bastard.. mf would be all up on you😭

•Randomly hugs you.

•Has you sit on his lap while he does his work

•Dirty jokes 24/7

•cant keep his hands to himself.

•likes cupping your face in his hands while staring into your eyes.

•lays on your lap when he's out of energy or he just finished his work

•play with his hair please!!

•kisses on your face till your ass red as a tomato.

Aizen (captain)

• he actually does genuinely love you, he knows your not naive and that you have your own secrets, he's okay with that.

•when you guys are both away and don't have time to see each other he'll send gin to check on you.

•He very often pats your head for comfort

•running his fingers through your long pink hair is so soothing for him.

•you both read books and have tea dates

•very thoughtful gifts

•He feels very comfortable being with you.

•but he knows he'll have to leave soon..

Urahara

• enamored with your existence.

•He absolutely adores you, he's such a simp.

•He let's you wear his hat

•praise him,compliment him, do anything around this man and he's putty in your hands.

•(those 2 kids I forgot the name of) they probably call you Mom or smth

•has made you multiple inventions just for the sake of being praised.

•Loves when you sit on his lap and yap to him about your day.

•Cuddles 24/7

•Kissies always, random hugs always, pats on the back always, random words of encouragement always.

Toshiro

•Loves you alot.

•Kinda insecure about his height since your much taller than him(please comfort him🙏)

•makes ice sculptures of you from time to time(he never shows you them due to his embarrassment..)

• he's actually gotten a lot more confident about his height since you guys started dating, you compliment his height and never joke about his height, he loves that.

•he tries to keep his composure but just can't,your just so pretty and cute..he always has to stop himself from getting to red.

•Kisses on your hands always👏👏

•loves how understanding you are and how patient you are with him.

•gets so embarrassed when you call him suga-suga or toshi-toshi.

•Best naps ever warm+cold perfection

This was SOOOO OOC 😭 also took awhile to make-

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Can I get an imagine for an AU where Sugarboo was the one to kill Derek?

Like,,, Alphonse and Seth both survive (albeit wounded), Auron pays off the cops to stop investigating as a token of thanks, but now Sugarboo has to tell their boys that they killed someone.

Oh the ANGST!! Bc how do you tell the two people that didn't want your hands to get blood on them that you killed the guy that started all of this?

I think it's similar to how Jessie got found with blood all over her. Sugarboo is just looking at the two smiling wide as they give Boo horrified looks.

"I needed to protect you two....I'm so sorry." Whispering out as Sugarboo clutches the gun in their hand. Alphonse wishes he never had it in his car now, and Seth is frozen in place.

"Boo?"

"Sugar....oh no..."

The two men don't know how to feel, as they watched Boo start crying. Causing them to finally move and go to hug their third, who began sobbing into the arms of the two.

Auron, hears this all. Guilt is all in his head as he started making phone calls. Then after a while he finally walks out, Boo noticed him first and the red head speaks.

"I'll make sure your protected from the law. You three should go, I'll handle everything else." Telling the three Auron then walked a bit away. As his phone is clutched in his hands, rings are heard and he speaks quietly into the phone.

Alphonse was about to speak but, Seth held him back. So, taking his word they went back to the apartment. Jessie was standing out front on a phone call, when seeing their car her face turned to shame.

Seth ignored her as she opened her mouth and just helped Sugarboo out the car. Sharply taking in a breath Jessie saw the blood, but looked away when Seth threw a glare. Alphonse opened the door to the apartment and helped Seth walk Boo in.

Charlie was inside, sitting on the couch with his concussion he had. But stayed completely silent as the trio walked in. Boo looked shaken as they sat on the couch across from him.

Seth whispered something to them as he gently took the gun from their hands. Alphonse walked away and began a bath, both men were quietly talking to each other.

"Boo, come on let's get you cleaned up." Whispering to his lover, they stood up and followed him to the bath. Seth went into the kitchen and began patching up his wounds. Finally placing a ice pack on his head where he got hit in the back of it.

Alphonse then emerged from the bathroom and did the same. He held a bag where it held Boo's bloody clothes, giving Seth a nod he walked out the apartment. Going through the door he heard Jessie cussing someone out, she was getting heated while on the phone.

"I should have fucking killed that bastard! You red headed fuck..........you better make sure this doesn't get tout and make their life perfect again!" She then clicked the phone harshly. Gripping her hair as she tried and steady her breathing, then looked up.

"Hey....Ma." Mumbling Alphonse glanced at her. The older woman fixed her composer and smiled tired. Then saw the bag and held out her hand.

"I'll handle that, it's their clothes ain't it?" Asking got her a nod in response and she took the bag. Then went to the van, grabbing more. "I'll burn the clothes, just make sure sugar is eased. They can have these, they'll fit." Gently giving the clothes Jessie then walked away.

Choosing to just have a bit of peace, Alphonse went back inside. He saw Seth without his jacket, coming out of the bedroom. Giving the sad eyed man a smile Alphonse held up the clothes given to him.

"These are for Boo. Can you give them to 'em? I need to patch myself up." The brown haired man nodded and walked away with the clothes. Beginning to heal himself the pinkette finally noticed the blonde on the couch.

"Hey, Chuck. Your head good?" Worried slightly, he decided to ask. Charlie flinched being addressed but nodded, he didn't want to say anything right now.

As Alphonse got himself fixed up, he heard crying coming from the bedroom. Both Seth's and Boo's, looking down he held his face. How the fuck are they going to deal with this now?

[solarwynd]

What iis V problem with Jimin? Nothing about Jimin but posting about his ship (full of Jimin haters) not wonder his Shippers hate Jimin since this man is always acting bitter (old pic but posted when the jikook travel is a Hot topic and after Jimin debut)

Is sad how it seems like Jimin is not only being sabotaged by Hybe but also his bandmates

“Lmao I’m sorry but that member is the epitome of “i am feel uncomfortable when we are not about me?” - anon #2

Taehyung is a bastard like I really do not like that man lmao.

He knows his hype rests on two things, his face and ship baiting. And what pisses me off is armys swear that vmin is still some deep soul bond based off of that one hug they shared when Jin got discharged. But that ngga shows his ass everytime to be a trash friend who NEVER puts any energy into showing up for Jimin for anything. All this outward love and support for everybody but Jimin. Just thoughtless, self centered, untalented and selfish. I pray for the day Jimin finally ditches Jungkook and Taehyung. He’s too good for them

[tinybed]

i just have to say. and i know everybody knows it already but like. why is it such an unspoken shitty thing in life? i’ve been predated on at basically every single job i’ve had. and i thought i was just being a lazy bastard for not wanting to go outside and be “part of the world” but now im remembering why? my very first job i had, my creepy boss hugged me and nuzzled me and said “you’re so sweet” like wtf? and my sister took a video of me leaving to show my brother (they were proud of their loserly sister getting her first job at age 19) and LITERALLY captured my boss checking out my ass in the video… jfc. at wingstop you guys wouldn’t believe the amount of odd questions i got, or guys just straight up creating an idea about me in their head as this supreme angel, just because i served them chicken wings in a lovely manner. a pest control guy actually stalked me on facebook because i signed his little thingy with my real name. yeah and he had a similar name as my family member so i thought it was them and he actually played along like it was my uncle until finally he was like urmmm actually im the pest control guy who you barely spoke to. i found you here by using your honest personal information against you. but you like me right? and he started saying aggressive things about women in his life too. it was really creepy

one time while walking to work this guy who sold lumber in my neighborhood pulled up next to me in a pickup truck with another man who i’d never seen before, and asked me my name. like wtf do i even make of that. what kind of dangerous world is this?

and it doesn’t help that so many people at my job think im a teenager. usually 17 but today a guy said he thought i was 16…. idk i usually try to take it on the chin but im not coping with all of this very well after some dudes teamed up today to say some really disgusting, sexual things to me. im just trying to do my job happily and politely and people don’t seem to respect that. it makes me really sad that part of me says “well maybe i did something wrong” but honestly, men will just act this way no matter what you do, and that’s the REALLY scary thing to think about. and there’s no protections for us either :-/ the only thing people will say is not to “do” anything to contribute to that behavior. but i have to be nice for my job, which creepy men (or even regular men who just want to hit on me/ ask me for contact info) will take as an open invitation for abuse (edit: and asking for my personal info ykwim)

[luvingshidou]

YOU'RE THE DISGUSTING ONE.

sae x fem! reader part 2!!!

ANGST

a little ooc idk

Not proofread

THANK U ANON FOR THE IDEAA🫶🫶🫶

Being home again was different without you. Without you being there to constantly berate and annoy, Sae felt different. After Sae put more thought into it, he missed you. He missed you so much to the point that it was painful to think about never talking or seeing you again. Oh how fucking stupid he was saying all that shit to you and what was it even worst is you've blocked him on every app and website imaginable, he's tried to go to your house but no one would answer when he rang the doorbell. Sae would always think about you to the point where it sometimes would affect him during practice. He wanted to know how you were doing, but he couldn't ask anyone to check on you since the only person that was close to him and you was Rin, but know he feels nothing but spite for Sae. The more time went on, the more he realised that he was in love with you, deeply in love.

It was 2 years since Sae broke your heart, crushed it into a million pieces. Some of your friends thought you were overreacting and that you'll move on, like you ever could, you fucking adored Sae more then anyone else and then he starts acting like this cold, heartless bastard of a man, good god did it piss you off. You waited 4 years for him, you never flirted with other men, you never went out on date, you were loyal to him, yet he still trampled all over your heart. You cut all contact for him. You didn't want to hear his sad little sob story. You never wanted to see him again ever. But at last here you were, sitting beside him on the train going back to your house. You're pretty sure he didn't know you at first that until you saw him staring at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. Sae knew this was you, but you were so different. You had an this worn-out look on your face. The look in your eyes were dull, showing no sign of emotion. Fuck. You changed so much. What the fuck has he done to you??? Sae was about to say something to you until he saw you get off at the next stop. Sae quickly got up after you. He wasn't going to let you slip through his fingers, not this time.

"Y/N." Sae blurrted out walking behind you, grabbing your arm so you could face him. "Y/N, I—" Sae was overwhelmed and didn't know what to say. It took him every fibre in his being, not to hug you to death.

"Sae, why are you following me?? Are you a fucking stalker or something???" You snarled back at him, your voice was so flat and monotone it felt like Sae was talking to a complete different person.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N, please I know I fucked up, but shit I realised I need you in my life. I really need you." Sae was desperate. He needed you. He was acting so pathetic. It was shameful for him, but he'd do anything to have you back.

"Fuck off. You're acting like you all of a sudden you care about me, even though when a saw you after 4 years, you acted like I was some lowlife and you were above me." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. It hurt Sae to hear those words out of your mouth. Really really hurt him.

"Y/N— look, I'm really sorry, really— I'm so fucking sorry." Sae blurts, his lips now pressed into a frown. God my did he fuck everything up, he was stupid, so so stupid.

"Shut up, I don't wanna hear your stupid sob story, I couldn't give a fuck." You Sae, turning around so you walk away. "You're the disgusting one, Sae, you'll always will be." You started to walk off leaving Sae standing there his thoughts telling him to go after you again but he just couldn't bring himself. He really fucked up this time, probably beyond repair.

(idk if I like this or not😭😭😭)

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I feel warm thanks to friends and supporters. Especially Lemonadeicesoda. Thank you. Enjoy this drabble

You huffed in annoyance as you clung to the bath towel closer to your wet skin. Your ex Navy Seal boyfriend or whatever he was to you. He kidnapped your ass.

Norman was lifting his weights. And he was making you watch him. He said he doesn't trust you alone without his watchful eye. He makes you stay. Even chopping wood.

You knew he was bullshitting you. That millionaire set up cameras all around his mansion. And his dogs and guns were there too to prevent you from running away... Again.

You tried but you were so pathetic. Norman easily caught you without anyone's help.

You gave up running away.

The punishment of his belt gave you bad memories.

You knew Norman couldn't stay away from you. You would have gushed from his attention. But, you didn't love that psycho bastard. And you also knew that jerk was showing off his strength. As if that would make you fall in love.

You scowled. You will never love that wrinkly old man. You didn't do anything. Norman used to be blind for months. He got surgery. Then demanded you to pay him for the cost. Ironically, he didn't want money. He has more than enough. As an excuse, he said he wanted your love and companionship as his girlfriend.

Now, here you were. Broken spirited. Norman looked at your beautiful sad face in the corner of his blue eyes. He wished you would smile. But, you seemed to always hate him. He didn't mean to slap or whip you for misbehaving and giving him attitude.

He wanted to marry you and give you children. You just had to give him a chance first instead of blocking him out.

The loud thud caused you to jump. The heavy weights fell on the floor.

He was leaving his home gym early.

You were not a sports girl. You took ballet from time to time as a small hobby. And would walk and hike.

But, your beautiful yet small and flat duck feet made you a horrid swimmer. Norman was so obsessed with survival training. You wondered why

You were definitely not thinking of Joining a military branch so why would this old man force his ideals on you like a dictator? As long as you live in his mansion you will obey his rules. You don't want to live with him and he will not let you go. Hypocrite jerk.

You simply cannot swim. Your own father gave up on you. He hired teachers and you failed to understand. Even kids were better than you. Which embarrassed your dad. As a last resort before giving up, your dad threw you inside the pool like he was by his cousins when he was a kid. Your dad sadly saved your pathetic ass from drowning. He gave up.

You wondered when Norm will give up on you. But that pervert must love looking at you in a skimpy bikini.

You used to take selfies on your Instagram and just pose next to water. But you would use life jackets to have fun with your friends. Now, you are regretting your actions. You were not a social media influencer. You wanted to be important rather than an entertainer. You wanted to be a linguist. Go to East Asian villages and study ancient and dead languages in rural places that has no technology.

But, here you were a kidnapped bride. Norman luckily promised to not force himself in you. Besides hugging and kissing.

Snapping back to reality, Norman sighed. "I know you're tired. Sleep now."

He picked you up from your sitting position bridal style and walked you to the bedroom you shared with him. He made you sleep next to him. That was all.

After making you remove your wet bikini and into your silk night dress. Norman was sitting on the bed waiting for you with a brush to untangle your long wet hair.

He kissed your bare neck after finished. He tucked you in.

You blinked in confusion. He will not join you? Giving you a sad smile, Norman traced your bottom fat lips with his thumb. He declared of some computer paper he has to type which will take hours.

He leaned in and you closed your eyes and said nothing as he kissed the tip your cute nose.

"Sleep well, doll."

You watched his muscled back walk out of the luxurious room then eventually slept.

Maybe... If you allowed Norman inside your heart, your new life will not always have to be the same boring routine.

Should you give it a try?

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Mistake

Age up!Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Daeron's twin sister)

Summary: Your encounter with Jacaerys has consequences and now you are pregnant with his bastard in the middle of the war.

Part two of “I miss you”

A/N: Honestly Jacaerys doesn't appear in this but I promise he will in the next part. The next part will probably be the last and I'll try not to take as long as it takes to post this one (I had most of these written months ago but every time I had to continue writing it made me sad for Reader). Finally, I hope you like it 🥰🥰💞💞

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

At first, you didn't find it strange when your moon blood didn't come. The truth has never been regular. It had happened to you before that it didn't come for a month and the other it did, that's why you didn't worry. But when another moon passed and your sheets were still clean, you began to fear that you were pregnant. Your fears were confirmed when you started having nausea and vomiting in the mornings. You didn't even have time to come up with a plan because your servants went to tell your mother about your condition and she soon appeared in your chambers with the maester.

"Princess, you are pregnant" the maestre confirmed what you already knew.

"Is there no chance of getting rid of the child?" Alicent asked, taking you by surprise.

"Mother!" you screamed in horror and with tears in your eyes. You knew your mother would be furious but it never occurred to you that she would force you to get rid of the baby.

"I'm afraid, your grace, that if we give her the moon tea there is a chance that the princess will not be able to have children in the future."

"Thank you, master. You may retire,” Alicent said and the man gave you a pitying look before leaving.

Once they were alone, you got on your knees and took your mother's hands "Sorry, mother" you apologized through tears, it hurt to see the disappointment on her face, she had never looked at you like that before "Sorry. Sorry, sorry ”you repeated trembling and kissed her hands. You expected some comfort, a caress on the cheek, or even a touch on the hair but nothing. She just kept looking at you. You would have always been the apple of her eye along with Helaena but now you were trouble.

You apologized for letting her down, and for failing her and your brother. You knew that you were an important piece in the war, you were a dragon rider and with your hand, they could win the support of some important house but now no one would marry you while you were pregnant nor could you go to fight in your condition. You apologized because you knew that if you could go back in time you would sleep with Jacaerys again, you were selfish, you loved him.

"Mother, please say something" you begged, unable to bear her silence anymore.

Alicent released her grip and moved away from you. You bit your lip to keep from letting out a sob. You weren't used to cold treatment from your mother. But for now, it would be the only thing you would receive. For a moment you thought about your father, how he would react if he were alive, he would probably be furious too but you thought that the moment he saw you cry he would take you in his arms and tell you that everything would be fine. He would surely have broken Baela and Jacaerys' engagement so that Jace would marry you.

"You will stay in your chambers until further notice" your mother informed you, taking you out of your imagination, and she left your chambers without bothering to look at you again.

Once you were alone you burst into tears and hugged yourself. You didn't know how long you had been crying, you felt that your throat was burning and your knees were starting to hurt so you should get up or the pain would be but you didn't care. You just wanted someone by your side, you didn't want to be alone, so when you heard the door open you couldn't help but look hopeful. They were your brothers. But you felt your heart drop at the sight of Aemond. In his eye, there was nothing but fury.

"He forced you? Did he force himself on you?" asked the prince taking you by the jaw. You shook your head while the tears came out non-stop from your eyes "Tell me!" you sobbed as he increased his strength.

"I slept with Jacaerys because I wanted to" you confessed between trembling and closing your eyes to avoid seeing your brother's face. You were scared, for the first time you had Aemond do something to you. He had never acted like this with you before, you always witnessed how another was the victim of his anger but this time you were the one who disappointed him.

"Aemond, let her go" you heard your older brother's voice "She's scared"

You felt like years passed until you felt Aemond loosen his grip on her "It's okay, sister" he kissed your forehead and stood up "The bastard will pay for bringing you this disgrace"

"Aemond, what will you do?" You asked scared and wanting to follow him but Aegon took you in his arms "Aemond!" you screamed with a broken voice when you saw him leave the room.

"Don't worry, sister" said the king while you cried and clung to him "Everything will be fine, I'm going to legitimize your son"

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The following months were hell for you. You never left your room. Your family did not want anyone at court to know about your condition, much less for the news to reach the Blacks. So they kept you locked in your rooms, and the only company you had were the maids but they weren't great company because they barely entered your room just to feed you and also never spoke to you, they couldn't since none of them had a tongue. Your sanity hung by a thread, exactly on the maester's visits. He was the only person you could talk to, you knew that the old man felt sorry for you because sometimes he extended the visits just so that you could talk to someone. For a while Aegon had also come to visit you, he always consoled you and distracted you, he told you some story about his drunkenness or about some gossip that you had. It didn't matter how many times you asked him about what was happening with your family, the war and Jacaerys but he never answered you. You were afraid that your questions made him angry because one day he stopped showing up.

Sometimes you prayed that your baby would look like Jacaerys because you missed him so much and longed to see his eyes again. But other times you prayed to the gods that the baby would look like you, maybe if your child is born with your hair and Targaryen eyes then your family will forgive you and let you go. For that reason, you were anxious to give birth again but at the same time, you were afraid. You were afraid of doing this alone without Jacaerys, you were afraid that something would go wrong and you would never have had a chance to say goodbye to your lover. You were afraid of dying and leaving your child alone, you didn't know what your family would do with your baby, they could kill it and Jacaerys would never know that you two had a child.

Most nights you dreamed of Jacaerys and your son. You dreamed of an excited Jace choosing a dragon egg to put in front of her son's cradle. You dreamed of Jace singing to the baby to calm him down. You dreamed of him introducing Vermax to the baby. You dreamed of the first flight of the three together. You dreamed of Jace trying to teach his son how to say “kepa” and “muña” even though his High Valyrian is terrible. You wished more than anything that one of those dreams would come true one day. But after being locked up for months you didn't think it would ever happen. If you survive the birth, you would have to raise your child alone within the four walls of your chambers. That if your family allows you after all for them your baby is a mistake.

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||Be With Me, Stay With Me||

ꨄ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ꨄ

Summary: Hwoarang didn't like the idea of you marrying the man whom you barely even know. Your family arranged a marriage for you and you’ve been forced to deal with it. You didn’t have a choice. Even though you already have that special someone in your heart…

⚠︎TW: SIGNS OF BRUISES AND MENTIONS OF ABUSE⚠︎

❦ dividers by : @saradika-graphics ❦

After Hwoarang was finally done with the match, he walked over to the breakroom and spotted you sitting down so serenely on the bench waiting for him patiently. “Hello there, you little bookworm.” Hwoarang opened his muscular arms wide open for you as you rushed over and swung your arms to hug him, “Hello, you cocky bastard.” 

“Enjoy the match?” Hwoarang curved a flirtatious smirk across his face when he asked you. You giggled, gently pulling away from him. “You did amazing out there. I knew you were going to kick his ass out there anyway. You pinched his cheeks. Hwoarang chuckled, putting your hands away from his charming face, “Of course I did! Because I’m awesome! I’m one of the greatest fighters ever!” Hwoarang boasted, jerking his thumb towards himself. 

You rolled your eyes at his intolerable behaviour. Always loves to boast about how strong he is and such things like that. It’s what you love about him. He’s a very good fighter with a strong heart. Hwoarang may not seem like it but he truly does have a good heart. “You know…” Hwoarang began to speak, scratching the back of his head with a little smile, “I’m actually quite glad that you’re here because I got something to tell you.” 

You twiddled with your thumbs nervously, “Well, I got something to tell you too…” looking down with your head lowered as your face saddened, you looked up to him and told him with a lot of regret weighing heavily on you, “I’m getting married…”

Hwoarang’s face darkened, “To who?” his voice sounded more angry and somehow upset. He didn't show it but you could tell by his tone. “My family arranged a marriage for me and I had no choice but to accept it. His name is John and he’s from a wealthy family…just like me.” You had a lot of regret in your heavy heart for telling him this news. 

His eyes moved to the sight where he spotted bruises at the sides of your neck which alarmed him. Hwoarang inches in closer and grasps your shoulders in anger showing a hint of worry, “(Name)?!  Did this ‘John’ guy do this to you?!” He fumed, demanding to know if it was him or not. It was that bastard John, he slapped and strangled you not so long ago. Causing bruises to show on your neck. You couldn’t tell Hwoarang about it. 

You pulled away and tried to hide it, “I-it’s nothing!” using your hair to shield the bruises on your neck even though it didn’t help much. 

“Don’t bullshit me, (Name), don’t you dare fucking lie to me.” His voice was fueling up with more anger. No point of lying straight to his scowling face. “I’m okay though. I’m fine.” As much as you want to admit it, you’re not fucking fine. You just got physically abused by your fiance, made you cry your heart out as he hurt you so badly. Hwoarang was growing sick and tired of your lies, “Where is this bastard? I’m going to fucking kill him..” he growled, threatening to beat the shit out of that man for hurting you. 

“Hwoarang, please…”

A silence swept in between you two, with a sad-angry gaze locking onto each other. Your heart began to get heavy, drowned in so much regret. You never wanted this to happen but it just did. Your family mentally abused you and said they would kick you out of the family if you don’t agree to marry John. 

“....Don’t marry him, (Name)..” Hwoarang said, not wanting you to marry that heartless prick. He doesn’t want you to be that bastard’s wife. He won’t allow it but what choice do you have anyway? 

“I have to do this…” you added, your voice shaking, “Otherwise my family will kick me out of their lives…” Hwoarang never realized you were going through this and he wondered how long you’ve been engaged to that man. His heart felt a sting of pain, killing him slowly. He was hurt and visibly upset by this, he tried so hard not to show it. 

How come you never told Hwoarang about this when you got engaged to the man you barely even know? Is it because you’re afraid he will leave you?

“There is no room for that evil, wicked man in my heart and he will never have my heart because there is already someone who has it. Someone who deserves my whole heart..” You were referring to Hwoarang, the man who you truly care about the most. Your eyes moved to look at him with a sad smile. Hwoarang became trapped in your gaze, his heart beating as you basically confessed to him. It was quite surprising coming from you because he wanted to be the first one to tell you. Hwoarang couldn’t find the courage to, he never experienced romance in his life and even thought he never needed anyone. Until he met you…

“(Name)..” Hworang walked up to you, his hand cupping the side of your face. The way he said your name in such a heartwarming, uplifting way just caused all the feelings to appear in your heart. Feeling its warmth inside you, coming from Hwoarang as he kissed you for the first time. You shed a few tears with Hwoarang hugging you close to him, your head buried into his chest. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to tell you, (Name)..” Hwoarang tightened the hug, not too tight since he might crush you with his muscular arms. “Oh Hwoarang…you know I will always choose you.” 

“(Name), please don’t marry that man…” 

Be with me, stay with me..

The words that he should have said to her..

To convince her to be with him…

Vanished like dust…

“Hwoarang, we can’t be together…I can’t..” 

Hwoarang growled and pulled away from you in frustration, no longer looking you in the eye. If you weren’t forced to marry that man by your parents, you and Hwoarang would be together. You know that it will never happen…

It was nothing for you two to say, Hwoarang was hurting and he wished that this didn’t happen. You marrying the man whom you barely knew crushed his heart into pieces. It crushed him. You bid a silent farewell to him, believing it would be the last time you will ever see him. You cried your way out of the break room, exiting the arena with your bruised-sore hands covering your crying eyes.  

On the other hand, Hwoarang didn’t move a muscle. He just stood here, visibly hurting inside. He didn’t even bother to run to get you. The whole silence broke when he let his anger burst into flames, causing him to punch the wall aggressively with such rage and heartbreak, leaving a smashed mark. His knuckles bleed when he threw a hard punch towards the wall, he seemed to be unbothered by it. Not giving a single fuck about his knuckles bleeding. 

The only thing he cares about right now is thinking of a way to save you from that forced marriage…

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The Wedding Day

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The maids threw the wedding dress on you as you looked deeply in the mirror with a depressing face. Wishing you could tore the dress to shreds. “Oh, don’t you look lovely, Miss (L/n)?” one of the maids said, fixing the lower part at the bottom of the dress. You didn’t respond to her because you weren’t in a mood to talk. You squeezed the bouquet in your hand in anger and held back the tears. You were thinking about Hwoarang. 

As the maids left you alone for a moment to tend to your parents, you sobbed in silence and lowered your head to the floor. You gasped in shock and held your head up as you heard something…

 “You little punk!” 

“Somebody stop him!” 

The security guards were shouting at someone down in the hallway outside your room. You began to wonder what the commotion was about. You were about to swing open the door when that certain person you know kicked down the doors.

“Hwoarang?!” you dropped your bouquet to the floor and rushed over to him, utterly shocked by his arrival. 

He winked, “In the flesh!” grabbing your wrist, Hwoarang rapidly slipped you out of the room and looked both ways in the hallway, seeing if there were any more security coming up. “Hwoarang! What are you doing here?!” 

“Isn’t it obvious?! I came here to save you from this mess and another reason; I don’t want you to marry that fucking bastard!” Hwoarang yelled, he wasn’t actually angry towards you. He was angry at the fact that you nearly married this man by force. 

Hwoarang was about to go to the left side until all the security surrounded him along with your parents appearing at the scene. “(Name)! Think about what you’re doing!” Your father pushed some of the security out of his way, his face twisted furiously when Hwoarang appeared in his sight, “You! How dare you barge in here and try to take my daughter away from me?!” 

His wife jerked her hand, motioning you to come over to their side, “(Name)! Step away from that man and come over here this instant!” 

You shake your head, holding Hwoarang’s hand tightly, “No, I won’t. I had enough of you and father lecturing me for one fucking day! Telling me what to do and not what to do when this is my fucking life!” Hwoarang felt glad that you had the courage to stand up against your parents. Somehow, he knew that you had it in you. 

“You dare to speak to us this way?! You live under our roof, you ungrateful wench!” 

“...Not anymore..” 

Hwoarang smirked, noticing the window was fully opened in your room. You shrieked when he carried you bridal style in his muscular arms, “Well Mrs (M/n) and Mr (F/n), it was nice seeing you! Say goodbye to your daughter as I will be taking her from you!” He rushed into the room with you in his arms jumping out of the window, landing on his feet as he hit the ground. 

‘Oh my fucking god, he’s quite a strong man..’ you were stunned by his landing. Bloody well, this guy is built different. Hwoarang put you down as you two rushed to his motorcycle. “Let’s get the hell out of here!” He hopped on his vehicle, starting the engine. Before you could get on, you lifted up your dress, grasping it tightly as you jumped on, wrapping your arms around Hwoarang’s waist. 

“Alright, let’s go!” Hwoarang turned his bike towards the exit gate and drove away from the mansion with (Y/n)’s parents coming out as one of them shouted, “(Name)!” 

Your father urged the security to come and get you, they hopped in the cars and drove off to chase after you. All didn’t work out until they lost track of you. Hwoarang managed to get away from them by trapping them in road work that was happening on the other side. They simply have no idea where Hwoarang lives, which is a relief. 

Hwoarang stopped his bike in his unopened garage, jumping out of his vehicle as he pulled down the huge door. You grunted, getting off his motorbike and stretching your back, “Finally, I can stand up again..” 

“What? Did you not find that fun?” Hwoarang asked, walking up to you with a bitter smirk. You let out a laugh towards his question, “Not going to lie but that was fun..” looking down at your wedding dress that got filth at the bottom but you don’t seem to give a shit about it. 

“Live with me, (Name)..” 

“Wait what?” he’s offering you to live with him since you had nowhere else to go. You didn’t know what to say. “Bloody hell, I wasn’t really asking, you know? Besides…” Hwoarang pulled you to him to give you a kiss attack on the lips, smirking “You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” 

You choked in a little laughter, “I guess I am..” 

Hwoarang grinned, picking you up as you laughed once more. He made the door creak by kicking it wide open, revealing the messy living room. You couldn’t believe this man you’re in love never once tidied up the place. He noticed this funny ‘i am disgusted by you’ look on your face, “Yeah…sorry about the mess..” 

You giggled at his apology, “Don’t worry about it, you silly cocky goof.” He chuckled and pressed his lips down on your forehead, escorting you to his bedroom which appeared to be a little messier compared to the living room. 

He threw you gently on the bed and crawled on top of you, touching his lips against yours. You moaned through the kiss, tenderly wrapping your arms around him. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for this, (Name)..” 

 You kissed the side of his face and smiled, your forehead pressing against his, “Honestly, same here..” 

“I’m glad you didn’t marry that bastard..” 

“And I’m glad you came to save me..” 

Hwoarang created a trail of kisses starting from the neck to your chest, your body tensed up in excitement by the touch of his lips. “You know, Hwoarang..” You held his head and smooched the top of it, “My life will never be better without you…” 

He cuddled up next to you on the bed,  holding your hand and kissed the back of it before he set his loving gaze on you, “And I am never going to live without you, (Name). You’re really the person I want to be with. Damn, you changed my whole heart somehow.” 

You moved your head to lean on his shoulder and said, “And you changed mine..”

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a/n - I've never written this much before in my life! It's fucking insane! Somehow, I feel like I've rushed this because I was having a mega writer's block! (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) so I'm very sorry if this was boring for you to read! (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

I'm literally in the Tekken era rn since Hwoarang, my cocky ass man, revealed himself in Tekken 8!! I remember I've been crushing on him ever since high school! so yeah I have returned to 'crushing on Hwoarang' era huehuehue

anyway I will try and write another fanfic of him in the future!

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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[ahsokazworld]

I KNEW IT! YANK THAT DIARY OFF THE COFFEE TABLE RIGHT NOW JAIME!

Although Jaime walking in on their intimate moment wasn't half as awkward as I thought it would be 🤔. They both handled that rather well, considering the circumstances.

So Isidro is still actively dying, and I think they might go through with it 🤔 just not within the next couple of days. Him being at the house brings a very, very sad Fina at the house and I do not believe Marta can stay away. Especially not if Fina asks for support, which she kinda already did today a little. My sad lesbian needed that hug from specifically Marta and no-one else so bad.

Anyways them being in that close proximity with each other under those circumstances, Marta writing Finas name multiple times now in that diary, Jaime starting to connect the miniscule dots by himself......

The end is near, FINALLY!. He will find out soon. Not this week, but soon, though, soon 🙏🏻🙌🏻.

In other show related news: Damian, you sly sly (psychotic) bastard. Making Luis a partner is slowly sidelining his abusive crazy serial killing son because Damian KNOWS the other 3 are way more on 1 line than any of them are with Jesús.

Jesús can get upset by it and he probably will be multiple times but he can't really do anything because Damian has got him by the balls.

That man is one devious controlling asshole.

[unknownperson246]

I saw you wrote a few fics for Rachel Bolan so I was wondering if you could write a Current Rachel with a fem reader in her early twentys who is Sebastian Bachs daughter and what the reaction would be . I love your writing!

hiii I’m very sorry it’s late also thank you for loving my writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️ but I hope you enjoy it 💋💋

Surprise!:

Words: 894

warnings: *angst* *age gap* *hooking up* *disapproval*

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You were Sebastian Bach's 24-year-old daughter. You and Rachel never met when you were a kid. Sebastian never introduced his family to his band Skid Row ever. You and Rachel met at a bar. Rachel didn't even know that Sebastian had a daughter. You didn't seem to really care to know any of the members of his band. You were always around your mom. She used to teach you to read and she did makeovers with you. She allowed you to sleep on her bed whenever you wanted to spend the night together with your mom. Sebastian was around you a lot and he was a good dad. He spent the weekends with his band practicing. Skid Row barely did gigs since you were born. Sebastian always told Rachel a bullshit excuse as to why they barely practiced or did big gigs. Skid Row slowly fell apart. All the guys were on bad terms and it just felt weird now that Skid Row was barely a thing anymore. Rachel and Sebastian hadn't been on speaking terms. They could barely look into each other's eyes and talk to each other. Rachel met you at a bar in California. You two had drinks and you conversed. You both hooked up a few times before officially dating. You started to date him for 3 months now and felt it was the right time for him to meet your dad. Little did you know they had known each other for a long time. They both disliked each other and were sour about one another. The way their relationship ended was sad. None of them could recover from how nasty their friendship turned. 

“Rachel I want you to meet my father one day,” You say to him hoping he would say yes. 

“Why can't I meet him now?” He asked, smiling brushing your hair out of your face. 

“You want to meet him now?” You ask.

“Sure. Why not?” He asks. “He is going to be playing his guitar and he is going to be singing at a club tonight. He used to be in a band or something” You explained to Rachel.

“I used to be in a band too. What was his band's name?” Rachel asked.

“I forget what it's called. The band used to be really famous though. They went on tour with a lot of famous bands.” You said to Rachel.

“I had a really famous band too once. It was called Skid Row.” Rachel said as he kissed your cheek.

“That name does sound familiar now.” You muttered under your breath.

It's been a couple of hours and you and Rachel are backstage at a club where your dad is going to play soon. You bought backstage passes to be with your dad. You were standing waiting for him to appear. Rachel was standing behind you and he was a couple of inches shorter than you. You and your dad were the same height. Since Rachel was behind you all he could see was your back. He only caught a glimpse of this mystery man's shadow. You put your arms up in the air and hugged your dad. “Dad. I missed you, how has everything been?” You asked your father. 

“I've been well.” He says.

His voice sounded very close to Sebastian's voice. Rachel slightly flinched at the sound of your dad's voice.

“I have a very special someone I'd love you to meet!” You say to your dad trying to introduce your boyfriend to him. 

“Rachel there is no need to be shy.” You said to him, grabbing his arm and presenting him in front of your father.

“Holy Shit.” Your father says surprised.

 It took Rachel and Sebastian a moment to process all of this information.

“What are you doing here you bastard?” Rachel yelled out. 

You were surprised he spoke to your dad that way.

“You've been dating my daughter?!” Sebastian says pissed off.

You got the hint that they knew each other. You never could have imagined that they knew each other.

“What is going on? How the hell do both of you know each other?” You asked Rachel. 

“He used to be the singer of Skid Row,” Rachel explained to him. 

Sebastian threw his guitar getting ready to fight your boyfriend. You got in the way of both of them. You got your father to calm down. “Dad, you can’t hurt him. He is my boyfriend” You said to your dad loud and clear. 

“Fine. Just keep him away from me” Your dad said, dropping his fists knowing there was nothing he could do to stop you from dating whoever you wanted. The best next solution was to keep Rachel away from him. 

“Okay,” You said to your dad as you walked away hand in hand.

You and Rachel still went on dating knowing that your father had major beef with your boyfriend from the 80s. You knew the age gap between you and Rachel and it didn't bother you. Rachel explained everything that went on between him and your dad. He mentioned that he was 4 years older than Sebastian. You and Rachel both broke up 5 weeks ago because everything was insane. Your father drove Rachel insane and it drove him away from you. You and your dad aren't on speaking terms because your both really upset.