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lokisprettygirl · 6 months

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

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Chapter 11

Summary : Your relationship with Daemon grows but how long will the secret remain a secret?

Warning: 18+, smut, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

“Okay this one or this one?” You asked Rhaenyra, she was currently lounging on your bed as you had invited her to your dad's barbecue eve.

You really wanted to look hot tonight because first of all you wanted to rile up Daemon so he'd at least put you aside to spank you for your insolent behaviour, it's been two weeks now and as much as you enjoyed and respected his gentlemanly approach to dating you also needed him close and physical not just in sexual ways but you craved his touch, he had such warm big hands and you needed them to be all over yourself.

The other reason was that your actual uncle and his family had been here for more than a week now and last night at the dinner table you saw Trisha, the older cousin, giggling at everything he said and giving him eyes.

Okay Daemon was hot, he was an incredibly attractive man. But what frustrated you was the fact that your friends and cousins all seemed to be drawn to him as well.

“That red dress is beautiful but damn that black one is going to look super sexy on you”

Rhaenyra said to you with a warm smile so you looked at both the dresses again, the black one was indeed sexy, it was a basic but elegant thin strapped fit and flare sort of dress.

She wasn't like Cassandra at all, she wasn't self obsessed to the point where she didn't care about anyone else. Luckily since the Japan trip you hadn't heard from Cassandra but via your stalking skills you found out that she has been talking shit about you to your mutual friends, however that didn't really matter to you for now.

“Black it is then” you mumbled as you walked towards the dresser to put your makeup on.

“You know red is uncle Daemon's favorite color?” she smirked as she said that and you began to blend your foundation even more aggressively.

“Soooo?” You asked her in a nonchalant manner as you tried to keep your voice casual to not give away your feelings for your sweet sweet uncle.

“Just saying..you know”

“Rhae I don't have a crush on him still..i'm a grown up now”

Big lie but also not exactly a complete lie because you were way past the point where you just had a crush on him.

“Mm hmm so you don't want him to marry you now?” her voice had a teasing tone as she spoke,

“Shut up..it's not funny” you turned around to look at her before you pretended to shake your head in disbelief and went back to fiddling with your beauty blender.

“I feel bad for him at times” she sighed as she spoke again,

“Ummm why?”

“You know…Stella n all, I'm glad he's back home but he's just so lonely..it hurts to look at him sometimes” her voice turned serious and the look on your face changed as well. He wasn't lonely anymore, you won't make him feel that way.

“He will find someone I'm sure, he's a good man” she noticed how zoned out you seemed as you said that as if you were lost in his thoughts “One of the best..the best” you mumbled in your mouth and it made her smile.

“Mhmmm he deserves a good woman”

You and Rhaenyra made your way downstairs and towards the room where your father had set up an indoor barbecue for the winter. As soon as you entered the room, your eyes scanned the area for Daemon. You spotted him by the grill, laughing and chatting with your dad, and it brought back memories of the old days. It was clear that they were getting along well now and the old bond they shared had resurfaced, and it made you feel hopeful that this truce would last longer this time and maybe forever.

However, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty, wondering if this time would be different or if it would all fall apart again considering there was this forbidden relationship flourishing between you two now.

As Daemon looked at you, his eyes nearly gave away his feelings for you, the dress fitted you perfectly and his mind filled with the images of you in several obscene positions with the dress still on your body and then on the floor.

He quietly excused himself and walked towards you to greet you but most of all Rhaneyra because he didn't really get to see her much because of his busy schedule.

“Pixie” he said so you nodded,

“Uncle”

You both started at each other and Rhaneyra cleared her throat so he smiled and pulled her closer for a hug.

“Princess…you owe me a conversation” he kissed her forehead as he said that, hus voice sounded low and serious. You watched her go pale as a ghost as she realized what he wanted to discuss. You probably should have given her a heads up that he knew about Harwin.

“Sure uncle..uhhh I'll go get…get a drink” she excused herself and hurried out of there before he could say anything else.

“Remember to not go all Dadd on her, she really looks up to you” you told him so he chuckled in response.

“You think you're old enough to give me such advice?” He asked you, there was a smug smile on his face but his voice sounded as if he was offended by the very notion of you giving him an advice.

“Mmmm no?” you mumbled meekly, making him sigh in response.

“Never let a man talk to you like that Pixie, especially not me”

That habit of him teaching you to stick up for yourself was creeping in your personal life, while at work he'd often put you in situations where men would try to dominate your viewpoints and make you crumble in front of them and he'd teach you how to deal with them without coming across as too emotional or overworked.

It was as if he was preparing for you to take over the business but you weren't really sure if you wanted that but you did feel grateful for his guidance . You never had much confidence in yourself, you could have gone your whole life without it because you were served everything without asking and you never had to impress anyone before.

“Well that goes for other men but I'll let you do anything to me..uncle”

You smiled a little as the little flirtatious tone you held turned him on immediately,

“Anything Sweet Pixie?” he challenged you equally,

“Things you won't dream of doing to any other woman”

“Bloody hell pixie ..you can't speak to me like that in public” he lowered his voice even though there was no one around you two.

For a moment you thought he was upset because he cursed and his jaw clenched in anger but he wasn't upset, he was just hard and truly uncomfortable.

“Hey don't talk to me like that”

You pretended to be upset by his comment and walked away, your heart racing as you made your way towards your parents, trying to act nonchalant. Daemon watched you go, his smile curving as he realized it would be challenging to find alone time with you in your parents' house.

You couldn't keep your eyes off him, he had a black t-shirt on that snuggled against his thick body, hair was a curly mess and he smelled divine like always.

“This dress isn't appropriate for a barbecue don't you think?”

Your aunt Polly said to you right in front of your parents while her own daughters were in tank tops and shorts.

“It's fine, it's just a dress” your dad chimed in so you hugged him before you pressed a kiss on his cheek, you were always thankful to your parents for never putting you down in front of others.

Speaking of the cousins, you saw Trisha striking a conversation with Daemon and it made you jealous so you took your phone out and texted him.

He put his phone inside his pocket after that, he was turned on and he was definitely thinking about you in obscene positions underneath him, he had been trying to take this thing as slow as possible but it wasn't easy, especially because you loved to rile him up at the most inopportune times.

As you all sat down to eat, you chose the seat in front of him on purpose. Throughout the dinner, he watched you lean forward on purpose so he could have the perfect view of your cleavage, then you took your sweet time sucking on the dessert spoon.

To be fair he didn't really think you had it in you and it wouldn't really have mattered to him if you were pure vanilla in the bedroom, he'd have wanted you just the same. Since he came back he found himself digging a deeper hole for himself, the more he got to know you, the more it made sense, despite the age difference and the familial relationship he shared with you he felt so connected to you on a deeper level that went beyond just physical attraction.

He did wonder how deeply you were into him though because at your age he was mindlessly hooking up with women until he found Stella, at times he had a fear that you were just infatuated by him and would get bored of him as soon as you'd realise that he wasn't an angel sent from heaven.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt your bare toes rubbing against his shin, eyes pierced into you as he glared at you but you just gave him a sly smile.

Rhaenyra wanted to make a phone call so you excused yourself as well and made your way upstairs, he looked around carefully and everyone seemed a bit tipsy, especially your parents so without saying anything he went upstairs as well and knocked on your door.

The moment you opened he walked towards you so you took a step behind as his strong stride intimidated you in all the good ways. He then slammed the door shut, pulled you closer to him and then flipped you around on your front to press you up against the door, only a gasp escaped your throat as you felt the heat of his body and his lips on your neck.

“Daemon” you moaned his name as his hands wandered under your dress and fingers looped around the waistband of the underwear,

“Not going to call me uncle anymore hmm?”

No words came out of your throat as one of his hands cupped your mound, a part of you suddenly felt so shy and all the boldness you had showed him just now dissipated slowly.

He could feel the warmth radiating from your core, fingers rubbed over the drenched fabric and he pressed his thumb over your clothed clit.

You pressed your hips against his bulge and he groaned in response

“That's what you wanted hmm?” he whispered in your ear, his voice was low and tone husky,

“Mmm did I upset you uncle?” Your head lulled backwards on his shoulder and as the sensation grew with every flick of his thumb only the constant whisper of his name spilled out.

“Wouldn't treat you so sweet if I was upset”

“Daemon pleasseee”

“Keep whining babygirl ..love the sound of that”

“Am i your good girl still?” You asked him softly and it made him smile, even amidst the throes of pleasure you wanted to be his good girl.

“You're my best girl sweetheart”

“Mmmm are you sure..we have been dating for like two weeks”

“And it has been good two weeks love..don't ever doubt how much I care about you, you can be an insufferable brat as long as you're being that way solely for me”

You suddenly turned around and your arms flung around him as you kissed him passionately, your hips rolled back and forth over his palm. If he wasn't holding you so tightly with his other arm your knees would have given out.

Your hands trailed down and as you cupped his bulge he pressed you against the door again with your arms next to your head where he held them in place while his other hand continued to fondle your soaked cunt,

“You won't let me please you?” you asked him with heavy breaths,

“Oh you're going to please me. Don't fret darling, I'll take the double of what I'm giving you”

Godd now you understood Cassandra's obsession with him, sure you had been touched this way but you had never been pleased with words like this before and his touch was like no other, in that moment you knew no man would be able to please you the way he would,

"Look at you.. so dripping wet and for whom hmm? Your own fucking uncle"

Damn he really enjoyed the uncle-niece play.

“Go on..cum for me darling, soak my fingers my sweet little niece”

Your body convulsed almost instantly as he whispered filthy words in your ear. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, fingers continued to rub over the soaked fabric as you rode your high.

Beautiful was the only word that came to his mind at that moment, you looked so beautiful to him.

As you finally opened your eyes he pulled his hand out from under your dress and grabbed you by the waist as he kissed you deeply and ever so lovingly. This is what you needed, you were getting addicted to the way he touched you and how he seemed to be so into you, you had never had that from a guy before, never had a man's whole attention on you because their eyes always wandered and they seemed to only like you because of your father.

“You alright Pixie pie?” he asked you as pleased his index finger under your chin and made you look at him, your face was warm and flushed and he knew he'd have to relieve himself in the privacy of his bedroom later, you had given him enough to work his imagination with.

“Mmmm has anyone ever told you how good you are at this stuff?” you asked him so he chuckled

“Mmhmmm.. but would love to hear it from you, keep my ego intact if you will” you chuckled as he said that.

“You ruined my underwear” you mumbled against his mouth

“There's a lot more I want to ruin then just your clothes darling”

After changing into fresh underwear, you made your way downstairs ahead of Daemon to avoid appearing suspicious. As you entered the room, you noticed that Rhaenyra had returned as well and she was wearing an amused expression. Your father had turned on the projector and was playing an old video from a trip to Morocco.

You remembered the trip, you were thirteen, that's where Daemon had proposed Stella, your uncle and his family was also on the trip, you looked so little in those pictures and Daemon still looked the same, just younger, he had Stella hanging on his arm in every picture but there was one picture of just you and Daemon taken in front of a monument.

Daemon stepped downstairs soon after and as soon as he saw the old pictures his whole demeanor changed.

“I should put something else on” your dad mumbled under his breath as he seemed to realize that it must have been difficult for Daemon to watch himself looking so happy in the photos with Stella. As you looked at him he averted his gaze, you noticed that he didn't seem to be doing fine.

“I never understood why he was so sure about Stella, he has always been a sensible guy and it never made sense” Rhaenyra said to you, her voice held a tinge of frustration,

“Mmmm people can be deceiving .. sometimes they pretend to be something they're not and we are only able to figure them out with time”

“Makes sense”

“That reminds me..he knows about you and Harwin”

“I figured” she chuckled nervously,

“He'll keep your secret don't worry"

“Yeah I just don't want him to judge Harwin”

“Even if he does initially once they get to know each other he'll understand..like you said he is a sensible man”

You put your arm around her so she smiled and hugged you. As the night grew, everyone got more and more drunk and then people started to leave for bed. Rhaenyra wanted to go home so Daemon decided to drive her himself since he didn't have a drink all night.

You knew he'd have the conversation with her on the way, he also seemed a bit sullen, you understood really well Stella bothered him still but you didn't like seeing him that way. After showering and changing late at night you decided to go see Daemon to make sure he was fine, you wanted to knock on the door but standing outside his room for so long didn't seem like the smartest thing to do so you turned the knob and the door wasn't locked so you entered in and he was already in the bed,

“Daemon ?” You called out his name as you closed the door but you didn't lock it.

“I'm up pixie” he propped himself on his elbows as he looked at you, he seemed tired. He had a white loose t-shirt with a pair of sweatpants.

You crawled on the bed and he tilted his head to watch your movement, the lace night dress you had on was tantalizing, you shouldn't be in his bed looking like that.

“How was the talk with your niece?” You asked him so he tilted his head backwards as he sighed,

“It was alright, I'll meet him soon”

“Good.. and how's your mood?”

“Alright ..why” he smiled a little as he noticed the concern in your voice.

“You just seemed sad after those pictures –Dad can be a bit dense at times”

He chuckled as you said that.

“You think I'm sullen because of Stella?”

“You are not?”

“No it wasn't her that bothered me”

You looked at him confused so he sighed before he laid down on his back with a thud,

“It was you..us..our photo together and you were just a child back then”

You crawled up on him as he said that, his voice sounded meak and defeated. When you saw those pictures you saw yourself with your uncle/ man you had a stupid unrequited crush on but when he looked in the past he saw a little girl he had treated like his own child, all of this just seemed fucked up to him at times.

“It's weird, when I'm with you, i don't think about that little girl..it's like she was just a child I used to know and care for” he cupped your cheeks for a moment before his fingers brushed through your hair "But you..are different, not the girl i remembered or looked forward to meet when I had planned to return” he mumbled so you placed your hands on his shoulders and made him sit back up,

“I am different, i have grown and changed”

“Mhhm but eventually I'll have to acknowledge that you're the same precious girl I called my niece once but wish to have in my bed now” he said to you so you nodded before you grabbed his hands and placed it on your chest, his breathed hitched as he cupped your bosom, they fit perfectly in his hands.

“You are all good daemon i promise” you leaned in to kiss him softly “Like i said I'm all grown up now” he kissed you back as you murmured against his mouth “I know you want me now..you want this" you moaned as he gave them a squeeze, your body felt so soft and natural to him unlike Stella or Cassandra "I know your intentions, i always did, even when mine were not so innocent for you i know yours were absolutely pure when I was a child”

“When did you get so wise?” He smiled as he laid down with you on top of him, he kissed your forehead and then your lips.

“Cuddle with me please” you mumbled against his mouth and his brows furrowed, as much as he wanted to have you sleep in his bed, it was a risk he wasn't willing to take just yet, your relationship had just began with him and getting caught by someone was not in his agenda especially considering your relatives were here too at the moment..

“i can't Pixie pie..we can get caught”

“I'll set an alarm..pleaseee” you mumbled as you snuggled against him, every inch of your skin felt tingly as your body pressed into him, he felt so thick and cushiony, you wanted to stay in his arms forever.

“Let me make you feel better you sad sad boy” he chuckled as you said that,

“Well I do enjoy the thought of you warming my bed in more ways than one”

“Naughty”

“Says the girl who has been in love with me since she was twelve” you gasped as you looked at him.

You weren't in love with him, well that was a lie, you were completely and hopelessly in love with him but you weren't going to admit that so soon

But before you could snap back in response you both heard the sound of his door knob twisting.

You had left the door unlocked.

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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if modern Green siblings were youtubers, what kind of content would they make? (also hello boyfriend)

aegon would post THE most unhinged storytimes. he'd be a combination of trisha paytas and tana mongeau. every single one of his videos goes viral for all the wrong reasons. he's on the news weekly. he's been banned from three different countries. everyone around him is so tired and so confused as to why people keep watching him.

aemond would post super artistic, high-quality videos of vhagar and reviews of the fancy cameras he uses to do so. this is true regardless of whether or not vhagar is a dragon or a non-magic pet. the channel starts off really small, pretty much only his mom and siblings follow it (they like and comment on every single upload tho). he's private and never shows his face, but one time he forgets to edit himself out of a shot and proceeds to go viral because everyone sees it and goes "oh no he's hot" (he is very dismayed by this)

helaena would post a mishmash of videos centered around her various whims, from random arts and crafts to niche dives into her favorite animal/bug facts. she'd have a smaller but highly dedicated and engaged fanbase, despite the variety in her content. think slightly calmer jenna marbles vibes; very much still chaotic and unapologetic but marginally less unhinged. her most popular video is an animal tour where she shows off her different elaborate habitats and pets. she also has a series where she travels to various countries and gets to meet and pet increasingly bizarre critters.

daeron wouldn't be as viral as aegon, but he would be the most well-liked and unproblematic by far. he'd upload a combination of fun vlogs with friends and skit-style informative content, probably about politics, history, or military strategy. hank and john green have probably both tried to adopt him at some point. also since his content would be family-friendly he'd get brand deals for days so you know he's making the most money out of the siblings.

all four of them would keep their relationships with each other very on the down-low, but they'd still be involved in each others' videos. aegon would have a series of storytimes where he talks about all the times he "pranked" aemond. helaena would use aemond as a faceless prop for her crafts videos when needed (he says yes to everything she asks of him w/o question and is very good at holding still and playing mannequin). daeron would include his siblings in his various vlogs but would edit out their faces. aemond straight up wouldn't acknowledge their existence.

then years later helaena would do a video with all of them where they finally reveal that they've been siblings all along. it would break the internet.

(the boyfriend says hello)

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adelaidedrubman · 7 months

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MUSIC MONEY + WAY TOO MUCH WIP

i was tagged by my loves @simplegenius042 @shallow-gravy for music monday, thank you!

have been recently possessed to do some finishing damage to my spotify wrapped by working on the america’s sweetheart verse playlist, so here is track number one from that. sorry after so many weeks of no music monday to let everyone down by not having a hl&s fishing themed song to share, but it is at least still 90s country and my favorite kind of jestiny soundtrack feature: songs with innocuous upbeat lyrics that become extremely dark when actually applied to her situation

she used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows / sign her letters with x’s and o’s / got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls / she’s gonna make it in her daddy’s world / she’s an american girl / an american girl / well, she’s got her god / and she’s got good wine / aretha franklin and patsy cline

aaaaaand here’s some america’s sweetheart actually dotting her letters with xxx’s and ooo’s. pretty lengthy excerpt, so reminder there’s always no pressure to read! also warnings for vulgar sexual banter and references to sexual situations, psychological and emotional manipulation, passing reference to retaliatory leaking of intimate messages, and jestiny catchall warning

Jestiny’s shoulders shook hunched over the table as her laughter deepened into low booms shaking through the flimsy walls of the trailer, half hugging herself as she looked up at Andrea with eyes bulging wide and gilded with a hot blaze of mania.

Her laughter sputtered to a stop with a punctuating snort as her smile tightened and tugged to the side, her teeth digging into the scarlet painted plump of her bottom lip and a dimple sinking into her cheek. “Pretty fuckin’ good, right?”

“Good? Good? It’s deranged, Jestiny,” Andrea said plain and clear, lowering herself to sit atop the coffee table so that she was eye level with Jestiny. “You’re using a pen name to send sexually explicit love letters to an incarcerated mass murderer who kidnapped and tortured you. That’s the least ‘good’ sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s like, a gag —” she replied with a wave of her arm and a few huffs of laughter that sounded far more strained this time. “Don’t you get it? I’m catfishing him!” She tapped her fingers against the pages in a short, frantic drumroll. “Did you know it was called that, by the way? Catfishing? Flynn taught me that. It’s pretty —”

“Jestiny, I fail to see the humor in —”

“And you know they also call it ‘phishing’ when they send you those fake emails that steal your password and give you a virus? It’s like, how do you fish with a computer —”

Yes, of course Andrea knew — she was the sender of most of the emails, anytime she needed to lock Jestiny out of her social media accounts.

“Why the hell would you even want to catfish him?”

“Well, why the hell do people go actual fishing, for that matter?” she asked with a frustrated roll of her eyes. “Why do people put in the work of buying a rod and baiting a hook to catch something they could have probably saved money just picking up at the fuckin’ supermarket? Why do people do anything?’’ She shrugged. “I did it because I knew he’d fall for it.”

“Why —” Andrea asked with eyes still pleading for a real answer, because that might have been the closest thing she’d ever heard to honesty from Jestiny, and maybe not all hope was lost after all, “Why would you even want him to fall for it? What were you hoping to gain?”

“I don’t know, I —” she threw her arms up into the air; rolled her eyes more dramatically. “Build his trust up, then see how far I could push it. Maybe it’s one of those situations where over the years I lure him into confessing to a bunch of unsolved murders nobody’s pinned on him yet. Win an investigative journalism award and get a bunch of headlines about how brave I am for facing my own trauma to bring closures to other families, or what the fuck ever. Maybe I just humiliate him by leaking his Dear Penitentiary House letters to the tabloids. I’ll play it by ear.”

“So you started doing this — paid for a P.O. Box under a fake name in a city two-thousand miles away from where you live — without even having a desired end result in mind?”

“No, my end result just so happens to be a moving target.”

“And why would you catfish him with the name Gertrude Winston?”

She scoffed, easy and airy, the third roll of eyes once again softened to playfulness by a sweet flutter of her lashes.

“Well what name would you have wanted me to use, Andrea?” she asked with a gentle, patronizing rise. “Would you rather I had fucking wrote him saying I’m Madison Hughetits — a happy and successful heiress and model in LA, until I saw him on TV and felt suddenly I would find it far more fulfilling to be a stay at home mom to a prison baby conceived from ninety seconds of under the table visitation room action?”

“I would rather you not write to John Seed at all, per —”

“He woulda seen straight through something like that,” she continued undeterred, tapping two fingers against her temple. “But a letter from Gertrude — a lonely older widow from Clearwater who thought he sounded very polite when he spoke to the judge and had sad eyes that made her wonder what his childhood was like?”

Jestiny dropped the fingers from her head with a swift snap, swooping the hand down to jab against the stack of papers in the same motion. “That’s someone he writes back to. Someone he feels safe telling things to, because he thinks she’ll just feel so special he’s paying her attention at all. Someone he opens up to, because she’d never dare betray him. Gertrude gets results.”

Andrea’s jaw dropped, in spite of herself. Jestiny always found a way to shatter her normally unwavering professionalism. “You —”

“Now, of course, I did send him a few of the Madison Hughetits style ones, so he’d feel smart for seeing through ’em and let his guard —”

“You need help,” Andrea interrupted in stern command, desperately trying to keep a firm grasp on the reins of the conversation. “I mean it, Jestiny. This is…” She shook her head, gesturing towards the pages. “This is beyond the pale, even for you. You need serious help. Whatever is going on in that head of yours, you — You need to share it with a mental health professional. Please. You need help.”

Jestiny scratched her nose, rubbing a hand across her mouth as she scanned the pages. She looked back up at Andrea with two slow, owlish blinks of confusion.

“I read that BetterHelp ad on the podcast just last week.” She tilted her head to the side, brow furrowing with hurt that looked oddly genuine. “Do you not even listen to my podcast?”

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sirianasims · 5 months

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By the time I got back to the house, it was dark and the last of our roommates had arrived.

Shen and Tai were twins, exchange students from Mt. Komorebi.

Shen was a little… extravagant. He spoke loudly and wore even louder outfits, and spent an inordinate amount of time in front of mirrors or commenting on hot guys and their butts.

His sister Tai seemed pretty much the opposite, at least on first impression. But after sharing a house with her for a few weeks, I discovered that her mild exterior was hiding a personality just as intense as her brother’s.

The twins didn’t play sports, but they somehow managed to turn everything into a fierce competition – from video games to foosball to constantly trying to date the same guys with cute butts, apparently.

There was never a dull moment in the house around the Lei twins. I had no idea how they kept their grades up with the amount of dating and competing they engaged in.

The fifth inhabitant of the house was Griffin, who surprised me by also being a medical student. At first I was taken aback by his somewhat gruff demeanour, but I actually really liked him once I got to know him.

His commanding voice could call even the twins to order, and the fact that he was a few years older than the rest of us quickly made him the resident “dad”.

He was also a former chef who now wanted to become a surgeon. I had asked him why, once, but he had just winked and said that he already knew how to handle a knife, so it couldn’t be too difficult. He completely took over the kitchen, and would offer to whip up a quick salad when I came home late from practice and was starving.

Things were going pretty well as we settled into our new routines. I didn’t have Samuel to myself much, but we still got to spend a lot of time together, even if it was mostly while eating or studying. And since the house wasn’t that big, Griffin, Shen and Tai were constantly around. But it was something.

I needed other friends than Samuel anyway. I did my best to socialise, even though it had never been my strong suit. But I got along pretty well with my football team, which, in addition to Trisha and Jessica, included a girl called Daria.

Football definitely took up a lot of my time, and it annoyed me to admit that the university had probably been right in preventing me from joining both football and basketball. It often felt like I was trying to do my coursework while running from classes to football practice.

Still, I enjoyed being busy. And it felt great when we won our first match against our arch-rivals, those posh people from University of Britechester. They always thought they owned the entire town just because they were here first.

Trisha was team captain, and she was good. After the match, she managed to hit just the right balance between praise and letting us know that this wasn’t the time to get complacent.

I really liked all the girls. But I still struggled with making proper friends – no one but Samuel ever got close. I wasn’t sure what to say or do half the time. Instead, I tried to work as hard as possible during practice and matches, hoping it would somehow make up for my lack of social skills.

Jessica had befriended Trisha on the very first day, and she was quick to befriend Daria as well. I wished I had her confidence. She never seemed worried that people might reject her friendship. And they never did.

As I walked home that night, I wondered if Samuel was only my friend because we happened to grow up together and now he couldn’t get rid of me. Would he still have chosen me as his friend if he’d had a choice?

And what would happen if I ever gave him that choice?

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen4 #freya duchelli #jessica clemons #samuel ward #griffin hart #daria moon #I don’t know how sports work and at this point I’m too afraid to ask

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Spooks & Cider

Daniel X Melody (OC)

Warnings : just fluff! Subtle nods to anxiety. Word count : 2.1k

She’s In Love With The Boy - Trisha Yearwood “She’s in love with the boy, And even if they have to run away, she’s gonna marry that boy someday”

Melody POV

I sit with my face pressed to the window that faces our family driveway, my hot breath fogging up the glass every time I take a breath.

“Be careful tonight, mi amor!” My mom yells from the kitchen, the sounds of pots clanging together following behind her soft voice. “Remember, eleven thirty! No later, Melody.”

“Yes, Mamà.” I replied, continuing to stare out the window for his headlights.

My best friend, Daniel, was on his way to get me for a haunted house. We’ve been close since grade school, but this past year there’s been a shift with us. I’ve always thought that Daniel was cute, I couldn’t have imagined he felt the same way. So tonight was a first for us, a date you could call it. The first outing since we’ve told each other how we feel.

I really like you, Melody. More than anything else in the world, I think. Daniel’s words ran in my head like they were practicing for a marathon. I welcomed every round.

My heart pounded against my chest as I watched his headlights turn into the driveway. Grabbing the sweater my mom is forcing me to take, I shout a quick bye! as I'm running out the door towards Daniel’s truck. Hopping into his passenger seat I can’t help but grin back at his soft, lazy smile.

“Hi, Ducky,” he says as I buckle my seatbelt in. “I hope you’re ready for tonight.”

“So ready!” I responded.

I was not ready. I knew this, Daniel knew this. For our entire friendship I’ve never been one for scary things, I jumped when a piece of fuzz I was unaware of invaded my vision.

So, a haunted house? Not great.

Spending time one on one with Daniel? My favorite thing in the whole world.

I watch as his hand reaches across the console to the radio, putting on one of our favorite songs.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Ducky?” His eyes shot over to me, “you don’t have to lie.”

“Scouts honor,” I reply as I try to put on a brave face. The car fills with the echoes of Daniel’s laughter. Guess I didn't look as brave as I thought.

Daniel takes a couple more turns through our foggy neighborhood until we reach a parking lot filled with other victims for tonight’s festivities. We hop out of our respective sides of the car and I immediately pull my arms around me. The sinister music and screams from the house are wafting in the air.

Before I can think twice I untie the sweater from around my waist, mamà knows best, and ruin my outfit by putting it on. My eyes are wide as I look around while we wait in line. I can’t see much, but I don’t trust that they didn’t put actors in line with us for a little pre show scare. A large, warm hand grabs onto mine and gives it a firm squeeze. A yelp escapes my lips.

“It’s not too late to go and do something else, Melody.” Daniel says while giving my hand a couple more reassuring squeezes. Standing in line our height differences are much more noticeable, I practically have to throw my head back to make eye contact.

“No. We’re here and we said we wanted to do some spooky shit this season, so we’re doing it.”

He locks our fingers together sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Alright then, Ducky. Let’s do this.”

Past the entrance gates, we enter an open field. The main attraction, The Killer Barber, sits on our right. To the left of us are some small vendors filled with hot chocolate and apple crisp to warm us on this chilly New England night.

“What do you want to do first?” Daniel asks. “Get spooked first, then hot chocolate as a reward for making it through? Apple crisp is happening no matter what.”

I grin at him, “I swear you can read my mind.”

Hand in hand we start walking towards the house.

“I can’t believe we’re in our senior year,” he says. “Wait, we’re still doing matching halloween costumes right?”

I can’t contain my laughter, he’s always been a bit scatterbrained.

“As if anyone else could be the Gomez to my Morticia.” I give his hand a squeeze and watch as a small smile flashes across his lips. “If anything, senior year is about to be our bitch.”

We haven’t struggled with finding other friends at school, but it’s clear we always move as one. Since we were young it’s always been Daniel and Melody. Our parents accepted we were attached at the hip, and I think mamà has always secretly hoped we’d end up together. She’s liked Daniel since the start, but when he started to learn Spanish she was downright sold on him.

When will you bring Daniel around?

Call Daniel for dinner, I’m making his favorite.

Can you just marry Daniel?

Okay, maybe she didn’t ask me the last question- but a girl can dream. The thought of being Mrs. Daniel Wagner had always set off a horde of bees in my stomach. Not butterflies, those seem too tame. Full blown bees.

“Earth to Ducky?” We’re next.” Daniel’s fingers are snapping in front of me, effectively bringing me back to reality.

The Killer Barber. Yaaaaay.

The attendant smiles weakly at us before waving us in.

As soon as we pass the threshold a door slams and a voice shouts “Come for a shave, have ye?”

Daniel laughs, fully enthralled. I, on the other hand, find his arm and grip it tightly with my freehand close to my body.

“I’ve got you, Melody.” He says reassuringly.

“Let’s ju-just get th-through this,” I stutter. I can feel my anxiety peaking. Looking at Daniel I know he knows this too. He moves me so that I'm directly behind him, my tall shield to whatever lies ahead.

My eyes are screwed shut, trusting Daniel won’t walk me into any walls. I don’t know how anyone walks through these, the sounds are enough to send me running.

“I promise, it’ll be the closest shave you’ll ever have.” A voice says a few moments later. I swear I feel the hot breath on my ear which causes me to scream.

“Ducky, you gotta not look so scared, they look for that.” Daniel says.

“What do you mean not look so scared?” I shout. “Next time we’re apple picking and making a goddamned pie. None of this haunted house shit!”

I feel the laugh rumble through him before I hear it, and I can’t help but laugh along too. Before I know it we’re hitting the final room. I peek out from behind him and am amazed at the scene unfolding in front of me. It’s gory, of course, but seeing how someone had changed this into a super scary scene is astounding. A face pops up at me while wielding a straight razor. I can’t help but gasp and tuck myself into Daniel’s laugh.

“A couple more steps.” His voice vibrates his whole chest, I can’t help but snuggle in closer.

Relief floods my veins when I realize he wasn’t lying, I feel the cool night breeze on my ears. I’m still gripping the back of his shirt when I feel him laughing.

“You can let go, Ducky. We’ve made it.” I feel his hands reach back and try to loosen my grip. He spins around to look at me once he’s finally free, a giant grin stretched across his face. Daniel quickly pulls me in, the scent of his fresh laundry and incense he burns in his room surrounds me. I bury my face into his chest, the smell seemingly stronger here. I feel his hand rest on the back of my head, tangling with my curls.

“I knew you could do it.” He says as he rests his head on mine. “You’re a strong girl, y’know.” I swear I feel his lips press to my forehead for a moment before moving back into place. We stay like this for a moment longer in the chaos of everything.

Finally parting, I can’t help the smile on my face even though I just got scared shitless. Pulling on his hand, I started dragging him towards our reward.

“Let’s go, Daniel! Hot chocolate and crisp is calling our name!”

Our laughter echoes behind us as we break off into a sprint towards the concession stands. He intertwines our fingers, and somehow takes over leading us.

“Those long legs are so unfair!” I laugh-shout.

“Grow taller then, Ducky!”

Reaching the concessions stand the smell of chocolate and warm apples fill the air. I can’t help but get excited for our little treat.

“Pick a seat, I’ll grab our treats.”

A quick squeeze back and forth of our hands before we part. Finding an empty picnic table turned out to be quite easy. I take a seat on the opposite side so I can watch Daniel in line. His tall lanky stature is illuminated by the small surrounding lights. His long curly hair almost looked like a halo around his head, so wild and free.

It’s a quick moment before he turns around with his hands full. Long legs taking long strides until they finally reach me. Placing our goodies on the table he takes the seat opposite mine. Placing a small white cup in front of me, I almost tear it out of his hands. I'm so excited for this.

Taking the top off of my cup, I’m delighted to find a mound of whip cream.

“What’d you think, I’d forget how you take your hot chocolate?” He says from across the table. “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant whipped cream with a side of hot chocolate.”

“Now we’re judging my hot chocolate order?” I cross my arms and throw a pout his way.

“Never would I ever,” he says. “It’s cute like you.” Daniel moves quickly and sticks a single finger into my whipped cream and then sets it on my nose.

“Hey! That’s a waste of the goods!”

Daniel says nothing, just stands in his seat, leans over, and quickly licks the whipped cream from my nose.

“Not wasted,” he says with a wink.

My face immediately gets hot. I break into the apple crisp. The gooey cinnamon apple oatmeal mixture steams from the container and makes my stomach rumble. The smell is otherworldly. I quickly hand a spoon to Daniel.

Holding my spoon out I wait for him to do the same.

“Cheers!” We say in unison.

It’s quiet for the next few minutes as we devour our treat. As we finish up Daniel collects our trash and I look at my phone, 11:00 shines back on my screen.

“You ready to go, Ducky?” He comes up from behind me and startles me a little bit.

“Absolutely.”

Our hands clasp and our walk back to the car is quiet. Daniel comes to my side and opens my door for me, and my face runs hot again. I watch as he walks over to his side and climbs into the driver's side.

It takes us a few moments, but once we finally get out onto the road, he settles his hand onto my thigh.

“This okay?” He asks while taking quick glances at me. I rest my hand on top of his, a silent yes. His hand gets tighter on my thigh and the bees in my chest become frantic.

My porch light slowly comes into view and my heart constricts at the fact that this night is coming to an end. Daniel pulls into my driveway and shuts off his lights. He hops out of his side and quickly rounds to mine.

“I had a really good time tonight, Ducky.” He says while helping me out of the truck. “Next time, nothing scary. Just us, I promise.”

Daniel’s hand invades my vision and pushes back my curly hair. Suddenly I can only focus on the scorching heat coming from his palm while it rests on my chin. Looking up at him, I can’t help but lean in. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years, but now that it’s finally here it feels surreal.

When our lips finally touch I swear I hear fireworks going off. People cheering. A whole ass explosion.

I wrap my arms around his waist as he cradles my head in both of his hands. His soft lips are even more plush than they were in my dreams.

He pulls back too soon, peppering my lips with small kisses before finally ceasing.

“Melody, you are everything. Get inside so you don’t get grounded. I’ll text you when I’m home.” A final kiss is pressed to my lips before we separate. The walk to my front door is hazy. I turn and watch as he pulls out of the driveway, waving before he gets out of view.

“Mi amor, how was your date?” My mamà asks when I enter the door.

“Oh, mamà, it was everything.”

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omg! You answered so quickly I didn’t even think you were going to respond! Thank you thank you!

Btw I do have a few questions, you never do specify if they still have alchemy or if this wastelands au has another power system but even if they do have alchemy I was wondering how Al got all fucked since I have a few ideas for that

(Alchemic) Al didn’t get his whole body taken and only most of it which definitely traumatized Ed for sure

(non-alchemic) Al got the same sickness as their mother which would actually spread through the blood slowly and once it got to Al he had enough time to chop off most of the infected parts and save his life and give him prosthetics and such

In this wasteland au they work as sheriffs if I’m not mistaken and I’m guessing mustang team and everyone else does as well and I see that this is a town where they are only present but they are part of a bigger organization where it is basically the military in canon but I’m opt for just kicking the whole military and having it be domestic life and no homunculus

But I don’t mind following canon but I have a few ideas on a different plot line that could work for the boys but tell me what you think :)

fjlgd OF COURSE!! :'O

i havent mentioned alchemy yet bc tbh I'm. still up in the air about it? some of the ideas i tossed around was like. very particular alchemy use? like ed being able to transmute his gun into another kind of gun, but not sure about that since it feels weird for them to have guns yanno? i feel like it would be a very last-measure kind of thing... i don't think they'd actually shoot to harm ppl, but like--shoot at an overhanging beam to make it fall down and pin their opponent or something

but your non alchemic idea is pretty similar to what i was thinking!! like. ed al and trisha all got this weird infection that ate away at them (not sure if its like a legit disease/infection dealio or like. similar to a chemical burn), kinda visibly similar to how transmutation occurs on skin, or like regeneration on homunculus

like this! but the skin would be like. dying or something.

and it eventually got trisha fully, and al's was getting REALLY bad and they had to salvage what they could to keep him alive!! like what you mentioned :")

i knew i wanted roy and his posse to be sheriffs/law enforcement, while ed and al were kind of bounty hunters in some way? so they would interact in the way that roy would be like pst. hey. fix this for me and get this guy. and then they would. but they would still have some kind of autonomy, separate from law enforcement, and could still get in hot shit with other town sheriffs lol

BUT YEA all in all i didn't really think about the military or the military coup too much? i tbh have very little knowledge on wild west politics n all that, so i don't even know if it could even GO as big as it does in fma, since i'd imagine it mostly be limited to small towns.

most i've thought about homunculus is like... lust being one of those saucy ladies in a saloon, but literally nothing else lol. maybe they could be. crime lords? bandit leaders? the kind of fellows who organize attacks on trains/townsfolks/carriages?

everything i've got isnt set in stone and totally up for interpretation!! i haven't even thought much about a storyline for the au other than little bits of ed and al being chaotic on bandits lmao I'm really interested what ideas you have!! 👀👀

#ive at a LOT of inspiration from rdr2!!#so. like. if you know rdr2 lore (i dont know much either tbh)#i'd imagine the homunculus to be similar to the o'driscoll gang #so like an aggressive gang of outlaws #then. king bradley could still be part of the outlaws and giving them information on things they can f with. i think #(draws blank)#thats it thats all i got #apologizes for this wall of text LOL #wastelands au

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Scathed (Javier Peña) Chapter 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: brief references to non-con, abuse, manipulation, underage; grooming, age gap.

Notes: Javier makes his appearance! Lots of references to Narcos: Mexico. Also on AO3 under the same title. Pen name: emilythepemily.

Words: 3,383

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October 22, 1993,

We’re going to visit a friend of Dad’s, Chucho. He owns a ranch. I’ve met him a couple of times. He’s very sweet. I like him. The ranch isn’t that far out of town, but Dad insists on staying the night. For the experience or something like that. Everyone will be there: Dad, Anna, the kids. I haven’t spent a night away from home since I came back. Dad says it’ll be good for me. So does my therapist (the new one, Trisha). Apparently, it’s a safe environment. Nothing feels like a safe environment. I expect to have nightmares both nights we’re there. Dad said the kids can stay in his and Anna’s room. I’m thankful he offered. I hate feeling like I need to accept, but I don’t want to scare my kids.

Miguelito remembered he hates me. I don’t know what to do. It’s been 4 years. He still blames me for his dad’s arrest.

I know the kids will love the ranch. Dad is already thrilling Alejandra with tales of horseback rides. Mateo is excited to get so close to the cows. I hope Miguelito has fun. He seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. I think he remembers too much…

The station wagon doors close in rapid succession. The sun was starting its descent in the west. Emily helped Mateo out of his car seat. She propped him on her hip. Even though he was fast approaching 5, Emily cherished every opportunity to hold him close. It only lasted a few seconds before he wiggled down. Emily placed him firmly on his feet. He ran to Jaime, grabbing his hand.

“You little traitor.” Emily shook her head. Mateo giggled.

“He’s not a traitor. He just loves his Abuelo. Isn’t that right, bud?”

“Mhmmm,” Mateo grinned, looking between his mother and grandfather.

Alejandra grabbed Emily’s hand. “Don’t worry, Mami. I still love you.”

Emily laughed, kissing her daughter’s head. “Good, at least one of my children still cares about me.”

Miguelito whispered under his breath. Emily couldn’t hear what he said, but she didn’t need to. She sent a stern look his way. He straightened up slightly but still wore his pout

The front door swung open. Chucho Peña waved as the parade of people walked up. “Welcome. It’s good to see everyone again.”

He and Jaime shook heads. Anna leaned in for a hug. The kids exchanged high-fives. He nodded at Emily with a welcoming smile. She returned the greeting.

“Thanks for hosting the rowdy bunch, Chucho. I know we can be a handful.” Jaime said.

Chucho waved him off. “If it’s too much, I’ll just put you to work.”

Jaime sighed, putting his hands out. “And I just so happened to forget my work clothes this trip.”

Miguelito wandered over to the porch and sat on the steps. Mateo stayed close to his grandfather, intently watching the two men interact. Alejandra scanned the distant fields for signs of animals. Emily kept tabs on each of her children. She would be able to tell you if a hair was out of place on their heads.

Chucho laughed. “Fortunately for you, Javier has already taken care of my entire to-do list around this place.”

Jaime rested his hands on his hips. “Speaking of which, what’s he up to? Couldn’t spare a minute to say hi to an old friend?”

“He’s finishing a few things up. Should be back soon.”

“Can we go inside? It’s hot out here?” Miguelito called from the steps, hand held over his eyes.

“We live in Texas. It’s always hot,” Alejandra said.

Emily bit her lip to keep her laugh at bay. Her stepmother did the same. Alejandra had all the sass and it often targeted her older brother and his negative attitudes.

Chucho laughed. “Let’s head inside. We wouldn’t want you to melt.”

Miguelito stood and Emily caught the roll of his eyes as he turned toward the door. She opened her mouth. She could take his attitude when directed toward her. She believed in giving him some space. He would come to her with an apology when he was done being mad, but around other people, particularly their host, was crossing a line. Jaime put a hand on her shoulder. “So he’s-”

“Remembered he hates me again? Yes.”

Jaime kissed the top of her head. “I’ll talk to him later. See if I can help.”

“Thank you.”

They followed Chucho into the house. Their host showed them to the spare rooms. “Javier said he’d sleep on the couch, so no one has to sleep on the floor.”

Miguelito’s ears picked up. “Really? I get my own room?”

“Only if that means you have to share with me,” Alejandra said.

“Stop being a brat, Ale.”

“Miguel!” Emily looked at him. It was the equivalent of using his full name. She hated calling him Miguel. She never used his full name.

“When you stop being a little bitch.” Alejandra replied.

Emily turned to her 6-year-old, eyes wide. “Alejandra Rosa! Where did you learn that?”

A sly grin crossed Miguelito’s face. Chucho’s cheeks were as rosy as Santa’s from withholding laughter.

“It was in one of Abuelo’s movies.” She pointed to Jaime, shoulders shrugging as if she had done nothing wrong.

“I swore you to secrecy, young lady.” It was obvious Jaime was finding the same amusement as his friend. Emily glared at her father. He held up his hands. “We were watching a movie. I forgot it was in there.”

Emily sighed, rubbing her temple. She grabbed both their hands and pulled them into one of the rooms. Her stern voice muffled through the door.

“Well, Mateo, looks like you’re the last man standing.” Chucho chuckled.

“It happens a lot.”

“There’s some blocks and cars in that cabinet over there.” Chucho pointed. Mateo rushed over eagerly finding the promised toys.

“So, I hear Javier got himself into some hot water in Colombia.” Jaime eased himself onto the couch.

“You probably know more than me,” Chucho said. “He hasn’t wanted to talk about it much. I haven’t seen him in his head so much since he came home from Mexico.”

Jaime nodded. Anna grabbed her husband’s hand. He sighed. “I know the impact Mexico had on my guys down there… and my family..” He looked at Mateo, building a tower in the corner. “The stories I’ve heard about Escobar and Colombia aren’t any better.”

“It’s hard to see your kid struggle and not know what to do.”

“It is.”

The front door opened. Javier kicked his boots off, groaning with his tense muscles. “I got the back fence mended, but not before that damn heifer got out.”

“54?”

“Yeah, took me almost an hour to get her back in.”

“Still, probably one of the easiest chases of your career,” Jaime said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Jaime, it’s good to see you.” Javier shook his hand.

“Likewise. It’s been, what? 10 years?”

“Something like that.” Javier smiled. “The Felix Gallardo hunt, right?”

Emily cleared her throat. She looked two shades paler than normal, arms crossed. Jaime felt the stab of guilt in his gut. “Uh, Javier, this is my daughter, Emily.”

“Nice to meet you.” Javier held out his hand.

Emily looked down at it. Her arms stayed put. “Nice to meet you too.” She forced a smile.

Javier cocked his head to the side, confused. Miguelito pushed through the two adults. Javier sidestepped the child but not before he was shoved.

“Miguel.” The front door slammed behind him. She clenched her fists. “Sorry about him.”

Jaime gave her a look as if to say, twice in one evening, I’m impressed.

Chucho waived it off. “Javier had his fair share of storm outs in his day.”

“I’ll try.” Jaime stood, following his grandson’s trail.

Emily forced a smile. Javier still stood in front of her. Her color began to return. “That was my son, Miguelito. That’s my youngest in the corner, Mateo. Alejandra is in the bedroom getting some self-prescribed beauty rest.” She stepped around Javier. He was too close. She sat next to Anna. “Her words, not mine.”

Chucho laughed. “She’s quite the talker.”

“Hasn’t shut up since the day she was born.”

“She keeps us laughing,” Anna said.

“They do say laughter is good for the soul,” Chucho said. “I’m going to start on dinner. I want you two just to sit there and relax. Would you like something to drink? Wine?”

Anna hugged her stepdaughter. “Chucho, we never turn down wine.”

...

Emily’s bare feet padded down the hall. The house was quiet, but the sound of cicadas echoed through the windows. Chucho had opened them to air out the house. Warm air cycled through. Even with the breeze, moisture collected over her skin. Her breathing was heavy. It labored as if a pallet of bricks sat atop it.

Sleep continued to evade her. The insomnia worsened in a strange place and the wine had worn off over an hour ago. She knew when she did manage to fall asleep, he would be there, forever branding her. Even now, he controlled her. She hated that most.

She followed the glow of the moon to the back sliding doors, desperate to be free of the walls around her. The door made a loud squeaking sound, sticking to the trim. She cursed under her breath.

The cement patio was still warm under her feet. She let out a long breath. The bricks lifted. The outside air wrapped around her. Relief inflated her lungs.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Emily jumped, her hand covering her mouth. Javier sat on the old, metal patio furniture, elbows on his knees. She shook her head, her breathing elevated. A cigarette glowed between his fingers. Her eyes followed the stream of smoke as it drifted upward until it disappeared under the moonlight.

He offered up the cigarette, eyebrow raised. She stared at it, not saying a word. Javier cocked his head to the side. He’d never seen anyone take so long to accept or refuse a cigarette. She looked almost scared by it.

Javier opened his mouth to say something, but she stepped closer, carefully plucking it from his grasp. She took one, slow drag. She held it in for a moment, feeling the nicotine wash through her.

She had despised Miguel’s chain smoking. It always meant he was stressed. It meant he wanted more from her. In the beginning, he would brush his teeth and put it off as long as possible when he was with her. Later, he used it as an intimidation tactic. She vividly remembered puffs of smoke blown in her face. She would purposefully keep a baby on her hip to keep him from smoking around her, but it didn’t keep it off his breath.

These were lighter than the thick stench of his. These were closer to the ones her dad smoked. Jaime had switched brands after a passing comment from her about it. As much as she detested them, she often found one in her hand when the nightmares set in.

She waited until the smoke disappeared, then handed the cigarette back to Javier.

“Thank you.”

Javier nodded, bringing the bud to his lips. “Seemed like you needed it more than me.”

His eyes flicked up to hers. She stared back. There was something wild behind her eyes. Panic came to mind, but it felt deeper than that. He’d seen that look in Colombia in people who’d come accustomed to living in fear for their own safety, doing whatever it took to survive the horrors of the drug war.

She swallowed. Turning toward the backyard, arms wrapping tightly around herself, the breeze caught her hair and traveled down her neck. Her skin prickled and tightened. She closed her eyes. It didn’t last long.

Alarm bells fired in her head. She turned back toward Javier, watching him closely. The moon illuminated his profile. Emily could see each muscle in his neck move.

“I don’t have a monopoly on shitty patio furniture you know.” He flicked the ash off his cig. A faint smirk played off his lips.

Emily looked down at the chair closest to her. It didn’t look particularly comfortable, but it did sound better than standing here until her nerves calmed or her anxiety pushed her back inside. It wasn’t any closer to Javier than she was now. If she leaned back, she may even be further. Logically, she knew he was safe by all accounts, but Emily didn’t have the luxury of logic anymore. Trauma doesn’t reason.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Not really a strong suit of mine.”

“Yeah,” Javier said. A breathy ghost of a laugh floated off his lips. “Me either.”

Emily pulled her legs into her chest. The immediate panic started to leave her body. She snuck a direct look at Javier. There was something familiar about him. She had never seen him before today. She recognized the haunted look in his eyes. She’d seen it in the mirror for years.

“So…You were in Mexico with my dad?” She didn’t know why she asked. She hated talking about Mexico.

“Just during the search for Kiki Camarena. I had just finished training when it happened.”

“Hell of a first assignment.”

He leaned forward and offered up the cigarette again. She reached across the expanse.

“I heard the cartel came after the families to try and scare the DEA off. Must’ve been scary.”

“I wasn’t in Mexico with my dad.” She handed back the cigarette. His fingers brushed hers during the exchange. Her hand jerked away.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Could’ve fooled me. Your Spanish sounds more Mexican than Texan.”

She laughed dryly. “And yet they always said I sounded American when I was in Mexico.”

“I got the same in Colombia.”

“To be fair, we are American.” A smile tugged at her lips.

Javier chuckled. “That we are.” He took one last huff from his cigarette before squashing it out on an ashtray next to him. “but you did live in Mexico.”

She looked up at the stars, taking her time. She let her hand travel through her hair. It snagged on a tangle. The breeze picked up again. It soothed her racing heart. Javier watched her. She looked serene, but he had the feeling she was anything but. “Yeah, almost 7 years… Had my kids there.”

“So you were there when everything went crazy?”

She got quiet again. Contemplating her words. She’d only ever said the words to therapists in a room under the protection of HIPAA. To say it out here, under the open sky, to someone she hardly knew, would it give it more power? She’d felt powerless for so long. Define her? It felt like they already fucking did. Trisha would tell her keeping it in is what gave it so much power.

“I was married to Miguel Felix Gallardo.”

Javier looked at her. He wanted to call her bluff, pass it off as her pulling one over on him, but she wasn’t joking. She held tension in her shoulders and bit her lip. She still couldn’t look at him. The look in her eye made sense.

“Fuck,” he muttered before disappearing inside.

Emily’s head snapped around. She stared at the sliding door left wide open. Was Javier disgusted with her? She’d married a drug lord and had his children. She’d even loved him at one point. It didn’t matter the circumstances. It didn’t matter that he’d taken advantage of a 16-year-old girl, or he’d abused her. Javier was a DEA agent. They hated drug lords first. Everything else was second.

Javier emerged with a bottle of liquor and two glasses. He set them on the table between their seats. “Seemed like this conversation could use a drink.” He poured a couple fingers into each glass.

He held it out to her. She looked between him and the cup but didn’t move. It was just them. She didn’t let her guard down, didn’t drink if her dad or Anna weren’t around. Of course, she didn’t hang out with people, particularly men, she’d just met either, but here she was. Javier set the glass down and shrugged. He lounged in his seat, feet propped up as he sipped his drink.

Emily leaned forward and grabbed the cup. She took a sip, letting it sit on her tongue. Tequila. She knocked the rest of it back and swiped the bottle off the table to refill her cup. Javier raised his eyebrows. She ignored him as she settled back into her chair.

Warmth radiated through her mouth and throat all the way to her stomach. Her insides felt like the outside, warm and hazy. “It’s okay if you hate me, you know.”

“How old are you?”

Emily looked at him weirdly. “25.”

“And your oldest is what? 10?”

“Almost.” She found her voice growing quieter.

“Sounds like a powerful man took advantage of a teenager.”

She swallowed, looking into her drink. Tears welled behind her eyes. She’d heard it all from her therapists before, but they were trained to recognize that. Her dad had struggled with that concept early on. He’d asked her what she’d seen in him. It took her a while to come to terms with why that hurt the way it did. DEA agents hated Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo the most.

She blinked the tears away, pushing back her emotions. “Did you know him?”

“Who?”

“Agent Camerana?”

“No.”

They stayed quiet. Emily let the emotions pass. Javier looked up at the sky now. She looked at him. She pulled the cup to her lips, putting on a playful facade. She almost believed it.

“Ever meet Escobar?”

“No.”

“Ever meet any of the guys you’re chasing?” The playfulness reached her eyes. It was no longer a facade. There were some things about all of this she could joke about. Tequila helped too.

“I was part of the team that captured Rafa.”

“Don’t tell Miguelito that. He’ll hate you as much as he hates me.”

Javier tilted his head to the side. “Why?”

“You put away his Tio. He’s fiercely loyal.”

“What’s his problem with you?”

Emily opened her mouth and then closed it. The temptation to spill everything was there. Her heartbeat quickened. She would break down if they went there. “He blames me for his dad’s arrest.”

Flashes from that day, Alejandra’s screams and Miguelito’s please, played in her head. Her pulse beat in her ears, growing louder. Before Javier could respond, she set her glass on the table and stood. “I need to go to bed.”

She was 6 feet in the house when she stopped. Slowly, she pivoted. She took a deep breath. Her head poked out the window. “Thank you, Javier.”

He met her gaze with a short nod. If he found her behavior odd, he didn’t let on. “Anytime.”

...

Emily sat on the edge of the bed. The bedside lamp glowed. She waited for her body to slow down. She could feel the liquor fully setting in. Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t have nightmares tonight after all. Doubtful, a new place coupled with that conversation..

A knock on her door, and it popped open. It set her heart pounding again. Damn anxiety. “Miguelito?”

“Mami, I woke up and can’t get back to sleep.”

She motioned over, sitting back on the bed. He bounded over, curling into her. He rarely did this anymore. He liked to think he was too big and tough. She played with his hair and kissed his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” She squeezed him. “I love you, mijo.”

“I love you too, Mami.”

That was the end of it for now. Emily knew he’d get upset again. It was inevitable, it would be that way until he was old enough to know and understand enough.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Emily bit her lip. She wanted that, but she wasn’t going to let him see what happened to her at night.

“Sure, mijo.” She rubbed his back. There was no way in hell she could carry him back to bed, but she could get him just asleep enough that he would walk back to bed with guidance.

The nightmares woke her up two hours later.

Chapter 3 ->

taglist: @phoenixinthewater

#narcos #narcos mexico #narcos fanfiction #fanfiction #pedro pascal #javier peña #javier peña fanfiction #javier pena #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #pedro pascal fanfiction

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outpost51 · 11 months

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The 51 Post

This week sucked a whole lot actually (I started this draft on Tuesday, and I haven't touched it until 5pm Sunday) but I read a lot of pretty good shit so I think it balances.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

get on my taglists for WIP updates, 51 post, tag games, and ask events!

BRHP: Chapter 15 posted; Talus is having a Bad Time.

I stabbed Adrien real good

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Not new, but I dug up Adrift and The Sky, The Stars, and Me so enjoy the spooky space shorts.

See more entries for SSSC 006 below, mine is here: i'll take everything.

Growing Pains: the 6th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper is definitely adjusting so well to her new life.

I'm starting to release chapters of Unlikely Adventures on tumblr now!

This Week's Jams

stargazing || power-haus, solarays [spotify/youtube]

up down || boy epic [spotify/youtube]

gasoline || chymes [spotify/youtube]

dangerous || new medicine [spotify/youtube]

she went that way || missy [spotify/youtube]

illuminated || hurts [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

HI YOU GET TO MEET KADMOS IN CHAPTER 17 AND [SPOILERS] IN CHAPTER 18 I'M REALLY EXCITED

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

zadimus needs to stop it. that is all

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

you know what's fun to write? drug/dream sequences. you know what's even more fun? writing one for a detective in a flashy nightclub with murder on her mind

Stellar Parallax

saren is about to go do a Very Kill and jaen is So Excited About It. also wrex. but mostly violence

Lighthouse in the Fog

7th short will be coming out some time tonight, @thetrashbagswasteland picked some yummy prompt words

In the Works

y'all 🥺💕 thank you i needed a bunch of open-ended prompts to get the brain noodles out so i can hopefully not burn out on the main wips. i've still got the same backlog otherwise lmao

From the Skwad

IMPORTANT @fenrir-kin fell prey to the hellsite shenaniganuke, and is currently @vikingfenharel until it (hopefully) gets sorted.

Surprise Challenge 006 wrapped up with (mine's above): Just Take My Hand by @sparatus, Expanding the Vocabulary by @teamdilf, and The Storm Between Us by @thetrashbagswasteland

@equusgirl is going bananas with Sapphic Summer: i know with me, you'll get a little bit addicted, One Night, and will my hands ever be clean?

@sparatus also dropped chapter 1 & chapter 2 of Make Less the Depth of Grief and were it not for the laws of this land, i would have strangled him (affectionate) but also this tasty oneshot of Nautilea being so hot

@teamdilf HOW. New chapter of Alice's Adventures in Andromeda, another chapter of The In-Laws and the Grandparents, and another chapter in A Man of Many Talents. I'm calling witchcraft

@asher-orion-writes gave us this lovely oneshot set in Cardinal Sins and I'm??? yes

@princess-prawn dropped a new chapter of Next of Kin YESSS

@regalbois is writing his mlm war stories again and i'm vibrating please go read The Earth Abides

@commander-krios wrote more Dash/Leo (thank u for my life) and New Beginnings (thank u for TWO life wow)

Around the 'Blr

Art Claims are still going on for WIP Big Bang!!

@writernopal dropped character profiles for Magdalene and Sartor so this is your hint to get on the taglist for AASOAF 3

@tabswrites posted chapter 3 of Silver Sentinels and gave me life thank you, more please

@vacantgodling wrote this short for Lukewarm Rejection and we have no choice but to stan Trisha

@liv-is blessed writeblr with this snippet from Demigods i am eating it up

@void-botanist gave us this short for Another Ocean's Moon with LORE hidden in the tags hello

have you SEEN The Poster by @artdecosupernova-writing omg

@elshells dropped chapter 12 of Agent Ace YES congrats on the timeline choreography, bud!

wake up babes new Nameless Song short just dropped from @blind-the-winds

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Outpost Updates Taglist: @tabswrites @writernopal @freedominique @asher-orion-writes @liv-is @starknstarwars @captain-kraken

Ask to +/- in the tags, replies, DMs, or HERE!

#my fic #outpost updates #if i missed you throw something in my inbox or tag me!!#no but seriously i am so blessed to be surrounded by such great people who are passionate about their works #it has been a very busy very fucked up week for my mental health and emotional wellbeing

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sky-kiss · 7 months

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twenty questions for fic writers

@makesometime tagged me. Complain to her. Now you have to suffer.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I have 40. Which shocks me. Gun to my head, I couldn’t have told you about more than 15 of them. So that’s a surprise.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 187,262.

3. What fandoms do you write for? I have what one would call idiot-brain. I can only focus on one fandom at a time. I come and go at the whims of my hyper-fixation. I’ve written one fic for a lot of fandoms.

1) Baldur’s Gate (The new hotness. My love. My dear one. My rotten soldier).

2) Final Fantasy XV

3) Fallout 4 (Nick, my beloved)

4) Avatar: The Last Airbender (Baffling)

5) Persona 5

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1) Personal Space: Cloud/Aerith at 748

2) Law and Order: Nick/Sole Survivor 649

3) Cigarette Day Dreams: Nick/Sole 571

4) Some Old/Something New: Nick/Sole 412

5: A Splash of Color: Cloud/Aerith 386

My top five is dominated by Nick and Cloud/Aerith, hahah. But, with a little work, we can frikkin’ shove the Raphael fics up there and dethrone the robot silver fox and the babies. Love my niche ass pairings.

5. Do you respond to comments? Almost always, yes. It’s fun to engage.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending: /stares in one-shot. Uh. Maybe Ash and Ember? It’s more bittersweet than angst, but it’s still the end of Dark Souls 3. So it’s going to be sad.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending: Chance. It’s a short one for Full Metal Alchemist. Hohenheim comes back and Trisha doesn’t die.

8. Do you get hate on fics: I’m very lucky. I’ve never received hate on Ao3 or here on Tumblr. This is not an invitation to start though, I swear to god.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do write smut. It’s not my favorite thing to do, and I think it’s one of my weaknesses. I’ve done some kink stuff, but don’t post most of it. That might change. Thanks, Ascended Fiend Raphael.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not posted. I do have an Avatar/Westworld fic on Ao3, which is a batty combo.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not directly. Pretty sure I’ve inspired some fandom trends before, but like. I write in very small corners of fandom. We share one dumb brain.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have, yes. A Dreamless Sleep was translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I’ve collaborated and had shared universes, but don’t think I’ve directly co-written. I’m a control freak.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? I don’t frikkin know, dude. I like a lot of ships. Currently, it’s Raphael/Durge or Raphael/Haarlep/Durge. All time? Zero clue.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Doing It to Death will never be finished lol. I look at it and my soul hurts for Evelyn, but it ain’t happening. I have other WIP's on Ao3 and they will never be finished either, but like. I don't care about them.

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think it’s my characterization. Maybe scene setting or dialogue. I don’t know. I hate my writing 99% of the time. Like, I need enough time apart from the work. Once I’ve forgotten it’s mine, I can appreciate it a little more.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing and plot. And smut. Pacing long-form fanfiction absolutely baffles me, just because it differs from the pacing of a traditional novel. It’s really challenging to balance, and I have no idea how to do it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I don’t have a problem with it, but probably wouldn’t risk it. Maybe if someone else handled the translation?

19. First fandom you wrote for? The Mummy, haha. I was 14.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I’ll do. Three.

1: Sex, Love, & the Infinite Void: Raph/Durge. It’s the longest story I have on Ao3, and the only multichapter one that’s made it passed chapter 2. And I’ve enjoyed hell politics and character building. I want to finish this damn thing.

2: The Outsider: Evelyn/Corpo!V. I love Evelyn, and it was fun to experiment with a more cybernoir writing style.

3: I Don’t Think About You Anymore: Raph/Tav. It was just a fun and clipped style to write. It was very loose, free, and I’m proud of the end result.

I'll tag @kiss-inferna and @adarlingmess if they'd like to suffer this.

#my writing #Most of my garbage is kept in a dark googledrive #where it will never see the light of day

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svampira · 4 months

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1 for elias but i m literally thinking about what if someone just locked him in a room with nothing to do. how would he even react to that LOLLLL

15 for your main ocs bc i want to know. (SORRY IF THTS ALOT)

ask game

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Omg what did Elias do to you why would you do this to him😖 though locking him in a room is marginally better than having him sit still. He will either sims idle animation (start stretching, doing push ups, singing to himself) or he'll pull out his phone to kill boredom by taking selfies, get mesmerised by his reflection, then stare at it for the next hour without blinking. I feel like w him being camarilla this actually happens very often (not him being locked in a room but more like. A lot of waiting) and he genuinely can't take it. If he has to speak to one of his superiors and he has to wait outside for more than 5 minutes he'll start wandering around, get lost, and force some elder with much better things to do to come fetch him.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Diamila > kourtney kardashian 100% they speak the exact same way. She tries to tone her valley girl accent down for important meetings but fails miserably all the time. She speaks very slowly and drags her vowels out > literally very otherwise menacing monologues dragged down by the trisha paytas mh at the end of every word. Apart from that she definitely rehearses everything she says first, 100% walking back and forth repeating her speech to herself outloud in the empty camarilla bathrooms, literally has Elias workshop jabs, speeches and threats with her at home. She's ventrue goofy in a way other people very much can see. The only reason no one makes fun of her to her face is that she's the ventrue whip and everyone knows she probably has a higher vampire bodycount than the entire SI (vtmb fledgling + working as a scourge/hound for 20 years)

Brooklyn > Sza 100%. Not only because i think her voice is super hot and I associate kill bill with brooklyn but also because of the insane pathological lying. They would both lie about being marine biologists. She's eloquent and borderline poetic when she speaks, smiles a lot, will say the most fucked up violent shit while beaming and giggling cutely 💯 does naut think before speaking but the times she does is when she's about to say something truly unhinged

Elias > my voice claim for him literally a fucking rpdr winner😭 sasha velour. They have such a nice voice and it fits Elias super well i love how deep it is while not being ooc for him and i ❤️❤️❤️ vocal fries they're so cute > here's what I'm talking about . Elias also speaks slowly while dragging his vowels ouuuuut, he does naut ever think for more than a split second before opening his mouth. Despite this, he's very very good at talking, could convince anyone to do almost anything while making them think it's still their own idea. Definitely intersperses his sentences with "like" a lot.

Eden > Welket Bungué. Why shouldn't he speak with a portuguese accent. Mainly because I decided on Eden's design after seeing him in crimes of the future and though I've never really referenced him while drawing him i can and will steal his voice. Deep and warm voice, unlike my other ocs he is NICE he speaks to spread positivity and kindness peace and love🙏 he's also an anarch figure head so he might spur people on to do incredible violence but thats normal camarilla are doing worse. Was naut born in the us but moved there as a teen

#immso so tired #ty kane🙏#i initially meant for eden to be nigerian but he's from guinea bissau now🙏 this will never come up #ask #its 1 am sorry if this makes no sense #oc lore #elias lore #diamila lore #brooklyn lore #eden lore

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darkwinchesters · 2 years

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get jealous…

Your sights were fixated on the man you possessed feelings for, flirting playfully with the young girl. ‘Oh fuck off’ you thought to yourself as you drank another shot of whiskey.

You never felt this with other men, you did not feel threatened, well likely cause there was no man like Dean Winchester. Yes, you may have a considerable age gap. He was 35 while you were 23 but as if that bothered you one bit. You’ve known Dean for 3 years but seeing him flirt with girls was enough to blow your fuse.

You sneered as the petite blonde flirted back. ‘This is bullshit’ you stood up to locate Sam.

You convinced the boys to go on the hunt while you research back at the Motel. That mainly caused you to be wallow in jealousy. Dean was like a magnet for every woman, it’s difficult to see every girl drool over him. He wasn’t yours. You kept reminding yourself. You shut the book, as you realised you were not in the right state of mind to research shit. You sent a message to the boys informing them that you’re going to go out for drinks.

You opened your bag as you found a green satin top and a pair of black jeans which was enough to capture someone’s attention, it's not like Dean would be there. You were in Cali, your home town. There would be someone you knew. You needed to sleep off the elder Winchester before you get reckless.

As you finished up with your makeup, you walked out the door and got into the car you rented beforehand, you grinned finally feeling a little free.

As soon as you got to the bar you discovered most of the people there were around your age. You recognised some from the college you attended, yet you were not exactly cosy with them until you noticed a group of girls.

“Zara? Jaye? Trisha?” You smiled widely as the girls waved you to come over.

“Long time no see, Y/n. You went MIA didn’t you?” Trisha sniggered as she waved to the bartender to bring her another shot.

“Still our favourite Alcoholic, Trish?”

She winked as Zara wrapped her arms around you.

“God, College sucked without you!”

“I highly doubt anyone noticed me” you exhaled. You were never the popular girl, yet you didn’t wish to be the one to get through college.

“You’ve gone hot!” Jaye fanned herself mockingly. You jabbed her softly.

“Oh shut up, have you seen yourself?” She rolled her eyes as your sights captured a man situated in the corner of the bar. ‘Ah shit’ you thought to yourself as your friends shortly followed your gaze.

“I’m beating the shit out of that twat.” Zara stood up as Jaye pulled her back resulting in the man noticing you. His eyes dilated as he excused himself from the people he was conversing with and strode over to you.

“Y/n Y/L/N.” He flashed a smile as he put his hand through his hair.

“Weren’t you the dick who dumped her?” Trisha grumbled before taking another shot.

“Uh-“ Caleb stared at you in surprise.

“Y/n broke up with me.” He responded awkwardly.

“Because you couldn’t grow a pair…” Zara snatched one of Trisha’s shots as Trisha’s eyes widened in terror.

“Are you finally man enough to not fuck things up? Your fancy clothes cannot camouflage who you are on the inside…” Jaye taunted.

“Uh, guys…I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered as you dragged Caleb out of the bar.

“Look, Caleb-“ His stunning azure eyes were concentrated on you. His hair had become a darker shade of black. He looked more mature. Then you remembered what had occurred the prior day. Damn you, Dean Winchester.

You grabbed Caleb as you brought him to the Motel.

“Hey- Y/n…”

“No strings attached, okay?” You encircled your arms around his neck as he chuckled.

“Sure…I just miss you like hell.” You winked as you pulled him into your Motel room.

————

“Y/N!” Your eyes opened as you saw Dean park the Impala at the Roadhouse yet again. ‘Oh for fuck sake’ you rolled your eyes.

“Could I just take a nap?” You asked as both boys turned around to check you.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Sam implored, his eyebrows raised.

“Honestly, I am just tired.” You yawn as you unlock the impala door to discover Jo standing at the front. ‘Close your eyes and she’ll be gone Nope. Didn’t work. You sighed as you forced yourself into the Roadhouse. Let’s get this over with.

A few days later, you had found out about Jo had ran away. “Why do we have to babysit?” You yawned as Dean glanced at you from the rearview mirror.

“Y/n, what is your problem?” Sam sighed as he glanced at you open the book on the recent case regarding Jo.

“Nothing.” You grinned, directly at Dean. Why were you taking it out on him?! He probably already thought of you as a kid. Now he thinks you’re one.

“For fucks sake!” You let out a moan.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked as Dean perched up, taking a proper look at you.

“Yes! Just thinking out loud.

After the case, in which you heard Dean needed to clean his pipes when Jo squeezed passed him. You all took off to the Roadhouse as Jo and Dean commenced their playful flirting as you took shots. You had to go and have sex asap before you let out something you regretted. You sent a message to Caleb asking him to wait for you outside the Roadhouse. You shortly went up to get changed and rush down when the door flung open.

Caleb. What the fuck was he doing? You rolled your eyes, you precisely instructed him to stay outside to not gain attention.

“Y/n. Sorry, could I speak to you-“ He looked up to see Ellen, Jo, Dean and Sam watching intently. They had eventually caught sight of you standing near the back, wearing a cream crop top, giving a lot of attention to your cleavage and the tight floral skirt which showed off your curves, with your hair tied up.

Sam had his hand on a gun as Dean had stood up, his eyes welded onto you the entire time.

“Don’t worry. He is just a-“ you paused to take a glimpse of Caleb noticing his attire. ‘Ah, how I missed a man in blazer’

“Friend” you hissed, as you stood up, making an effort not to show anyone how you were just turned on.

You grabbed Caleb by the blazer as you stepped backwards dragging him out. You didn’t notice, Dean’s eyes fused onto Caleb’s head as your hand ran through his hair when you were outside.

You got into his car as you both drove to a hotel.

You took off your heels as you quietly went past Dean and Sam’s room to your Motel room when the lights switched on.

Dean sat on the corner chair, his eyes were indistinct as he did not blink as he glared at you.

“Who was that guy?” He bluntly asked.

“Just a friend.” You reply as you survey your reflection as you notice the lipstick smudged and your messy hair.

“Y/n! This is fucking serious.” You were taken back as you faced the elder Winchester.

“Why? It’s just a little fun.” You sat on the bed behind you, your tight skirt was hoisted up a little as Dean shoved his hand through his hair and he sighed in frustration.

“Because-“ He started as you tilted your head waiting for a response as your phone beeps.

“Because you’re someone men would take advantage of. You’re young and-“ He hesitated as you listened attentively.

“-fucking beautiful.” He muttered quietly. His eyes fixated on the motel floor.

‘He is just saying that cause he saw me with a man’ you rolled your eyes. As much as you yearned for him, you couldn’t give in. You recalled the way he behaves around Jo. ‘Oh he can shove his opinion up his ass’ you stood up, pulling your skirt down a little as you stalked out of the room as he watched you leave his jaw hanging open.

Before you opened your bedroom door you turned to face him.

“Thanks for the compliment. Just give me a message when we are going to the roadhouse tomorrow” You couldn’t help the hostility as you realised what you were going to witness tomorrow.

“Y/N!” That was all you heard as you shut your motel room door.

—-

The next few days flew by until you were getting ready to go to the bar again. Jo was going to hang out with you and the boys as well, ‘She didn’t need to come’ you thought as you slipped into something which displayed a lot of skin, just to push the older Winchester’s buttons. A little satin black dress should do. You were not sure if he had feelings or if he just considered you as his sister. Either way, the motherfucker can shove it.

You stood near your rented car as Dean and Sam walked out. Dean’s eyes promptly studied your body from head to toe as his eyes stopped every time he saw the curve of your body as the dress fit you perfectly before he tore his gaze away before you notice. “You’re not coming with us?” Sam inquired as Dean contemplated quietly.

“Just thought I would have some privacy.” You smiled radiantly at Sam before hopping into your rented car as you drove off.

“You okay, dude?” Sam nudged his brother as Dean let out a forced cough. “Yeah, let’s get going before she gets herself in trouble.”

You were with your friends from College when the boys arrived with Jo. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Trisha’s shot and drank it. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you all taking my shots?!” Trisha barked, as the brothers walked over as Jo went to presumably get some drinks.

“Hey, Y/n. Who are your friends?” Sam asked curiously.

“Did you make friends that quickly in a bar?“ Dean questioned forcing his gaze to lay on your eyes and not the parts of your body he desperately wanted to taste as you rolled your eyes.

“These are my college friends. Remember, I grew up in Cali. Most of the people here are childhood friends.”

“Meet, Zara, Trisha and-“

“Jaye, call me hot stuff.” Jaye winked at Dean as she sat back to observe you as you forced a smile, clearly Jaye knew something, she was just trying to tease you. He laughed as Jo walked over touching his shoulder. ‘For fuck sake’ you took a shot of Trisha’s whiskey.

“Fuck you all! I am going to take my shots in the bathroom” she yelled as she walked away tossing a middle finger your way as Zara and Jaye suppressed a laugh as you just shrugged with a smirk.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice as you caught sight of Caleb, his top shirt buttons were unbuttoned as his white canvas approached you. His hands were in his pocket as you felt eyes watching you.

You turned to see Dean staring intently as you wrapped your arms around Caleb’s neck as he pulled you up for a kiss, your dress hoisted up a little as you heard Dean hiss as Caleb took your hand to go someplace more private. You felt stares drill into your back as you stepped outside.

This time when you arrived at the Motel after your time with Caleb, you saw the lights on.

Your hand on the knife under your heel as you unlocked the door to see both Winchesters conversing.

“Y/n, could we talk?” Sam asked awkwardly as you crossed your arms overlooking them. While his brother stood up with his arms crossed as he already noticed the way your hair was tied but the baby hair on the corners of your face. He noticed the way your legs crossed as you stood.

“Are you okay? Dean and I are actually-“ You snickered as Sam glanced at you in shock while Dean exhaled.

“Oh, really, Dean?? You think me sleeping with my ex is me going crazy?” You had walked up to the older Winchester brother as you poked your finger onto his chest as you noticed his breathing had become more rapid. You looked up to see his eyes filled with desperation and lust as he took in every inch of you.

“Honestly, yeah. I think you having a one night stands with some guy is a mistake.”

You couldn’t believe this guy, when you took a step back to look at Sam, “So, Sam, Dean can flirt and screw any girl he wants to yet if I want to sleep with a guy, it’s me going crazy??”

“Y/n,” Dean growled as he seized a step closer. He wasn’t pissed, you caught the way he growled, he was watching you as if you were his prey and he wanted to taste you. You were enticed to poke the bear, as you spoke out something you regretted.

“You walk into a motherfucking room and every girl falls to your feet- look at Jo. Do you even like her? Cleaning your pipes? Dean? Super mature.” You examined the room to discover Sam had taken off. You sighed understanding he fled after he realised what was going on.

You faced the older Winchester as he took a step out of the darkness as you saw a smirk plastered on his face.

You puffed your chest attempting to attain some control of the situation however, his eyes just fell to your breast as his eyes flicked back to your face, you felt your knees go weak.

“So, you’re jealous? Is that why you’ve been acting like this?” He challenged, awaiting the reply he was yearning to hear.

“Psst, as if. Do I look like I care who hits on you, Dean?” You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. You felt the pool of heat between your legs as the way he looked at you made me crave for him.

“You know, I flirted with Jo on purpose. I brought her to the Bar on purpose. I wanted to see how you reacted.” He asserted, there was still that smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

You watched as he got a notch closer to you.

“You’re just here because you’re jealous.”

“Hell yeah, I was jealous. Have you seen yourself, Y/n? I am nothing compared to the man you want and deserve. You're 23, many men will just” he stared at you, taking in your curves once more before his eyes lay on your lips.

“How do you think I feel about you? God, Dean. You don’t think I notice the way girls act when you walk into a room? Yeah, I am 23. I am more immature than the type of woman you're looking for and I got nothing on those other girls! So, of course, I’m jealous who wouldn't be?! You're fucking attractive.” You sighed as the Winchester watched you intently before striding towards you.

“You know, it’s such a turn on when you get jealous.” You jabbed him softly as he mumbled against your hair “Baby, I don’t care about those other girls. Yeah, the age gap made me feel old-“

“Well, don't worry. I don't care. I am inexperienced at everything I do” You roll your eyes as he laughs.

He leans a little to pick you up as your legs soon wrap around his torso “The other girls have got nothing on you.” He hoisted you against the wall causing a moan to come out of you as he proceeded to kiss your neck while gripping your thighs.

He shoved everything off the square table as he spread you on top of it as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your inner thighs, you could feel the burning sensation between your legs, aching to feel him inside you, as you stopped him so you could take off his shirt. “Hey just so you know, the guys my age cannot take on you.” You reached for him as your fingers stroked the soft stubble on his face as you kissed him.

“Ah, I’ve been dreaming this for a while now.” He let out a groan as you discarded his belt before unzipping his pants. You looked up as his verdant eyes dimmed into a tint you had never seen before. You lay back on the cold table surface as you felt him eventually enter you as you threw your head back in pleasure. He pulled your face closer, “I want to see your eyes on me as you come screaming my name.” He smirked as he lay a kiss on your lips.

He thrusted one final time as you felt your climax come as you covered your mouth attempting to suppress your moans, he tugged your hand away as you cried out his name as he soon followed, holding onto you.

You were laying on his chest while he stroked your hair, “So, are we done with the jealous game?” You perked up at the green orbs looking back.

“Yeah, baby girl.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek before you straddle on him, as he grinned in surprise.

“What?” You noticed the smirk growing on his face as you kissed him on the neck, hearing his moans, as they got louder you biton his skin.

“Just had to make my mark.” You sat on his lap as he laughed, his hand rested under your upper thigh.

He pulled you down as he kissed your neck leaving hickeys on your neck.

“Dean…” you moaned.

“Baby, if you keep moaning my name like that I would need to take you for round 4…” He smirked as you both kissed one last time, savouring the taste of each other.

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