#there's one oc in particular who comes to mind with that as well

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Cap Garland was strongest and quickest. Inside the window, Laura and Mary and Minnie all watched him throwing the ball and leaping to catch it. He was not as handsome as black-haired Ben, but there was something about him. He was always good-natured and his grin was like a flash of light. It was like the sun coming up at dawn; it changed everything.

- The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder, passing on a childhood crush to future generations.

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Little Cousin Haerin

Haerin X Male OC | 6667 words

TW: Incest

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It would be another long week, Jae thought to himself as he half-heartedly packed things into a suitcase. Visiting the family for the holidays was something he had to do every year. They had been going to the farm since he could remember, always in the three or four days surrounding Christmas and always right when he'd love to be at home re-watching all first three seasons of Game of Thrones and partying with his friends on break from school.

But that didn't change the fact that he'd be in the backseat of the car for the 5-hour drive south to their grandparents' farm that very morning. He would still have to endure his sister's music choices or his dad on the cell phone for work - and all for an extra-long weekend with the ENTIRE family.

It wasn't all bad; it was always a blast. Jae was usually just irritable when he anticipated being unable to stretch his legs for that long. The family farm was full of great features and plenty of space for all twenty-some of his family coming in to stay. Their grandfather had done well for himself and had built guest cabins to house each of their children's families, all oriented around an impressive central building for he and their grandmother. The goal was to keep the family returning each year; it had worked like a charm so far.

So, as Jae packed in the car, his younger brother and sister got in the car with their parents and headed for the farm, and he tried to focus on all the good things that would come out of his trip. He was fond of spending time with his cousins with whom he'd so long been close; he'd get quite a bit of relaxation time, and he might even be able to blow off some steam in town with his cousins if they got to feeling rowdy. In particular, his cousin Haerin, who was closest to him in age, was always fun to hang out with. He might be inclined to find her attractive if he weren't her cousin, but he'd tried his best not to think of her that way.

When he arrived at their family's cabin, "Owl Perch," known for the large painting of an owl over the fireplace, he would have been hard-pressed not to find Haerin attractive. Dressed in a white golf shirt and jean shorts, she was positively adorable and just as much so when she came with her breasts bouncing over to the car before Jae could even step out. She sent her greetings, saving the last one for her favorite cousin, Jae. She threw her weight on him a bit more heavily than the rest, greeting him with:

"Jae, I'm willing to bet you need a beer after that drive—" she knew me too well. “Do you mind if I steal Jae from you and we say hi to grandma and grandpa and maybe sneak a beer, Uncle?"

"Sure, Haerin," said Jae's father, "but Jae, you're carrying in your suitcase, I'll leave it out here for you."

"Yes, Pop!" Jae said with a drawl, heading off behind his bubbly little cousin. At 18, she hadn't yet graduated high school, unlike Jae, who was already a sophomore in college. He was willing to bet she would enjoy maintaining her innocence while walking around any college campus with that figure. As do many girls Haerin's age, she had a perky pair of breasts peeking out through the unbuttoned neck of her snug polo. They looked more prominent than he remembered on her tiny frame. She was athletic from her dancing at her high school (yes, naturally, the little brunette was a dancer), but Jae liked to think she hadn't quite taken on the snootiness he was accustomed to like the dancers he had gone to school with. Despite her looks, he truly liked her ability to have fun in any situation and be genuinely interesting.

So while they walked in stride to the "big house," as they'd all taken to calling it, Jae and Haerin began to catch up while Jae recalled what he'd liked so much about his younger cousin. She updated him on everything in her life, mostly typical of a cute, brunette high school dancer, but Jae eagerly took in all her rambling. Haerin did the same thing for Jae, grilling him about what college would be like and whether he had a girlfriend. They eventually said hi to their grandma and grandpa and grabbed that much-needed beer, opting to enjoy it on the massive front porch as they awaited the rest of their relatives. Haerin stretched out her long, thin legs and inadvertently displayed their tanned and toned nature in full to her admittedly affected cousin.

The rest of the family shuffled in little by little, and by early evening, they were gathering in the big house for their kickoff dinner. Jae and Haerin split up at one point to unpack their things and get situated for the week. When he next saw her, it was amongst the hollering youngsters and warm droll of the entire family in the large foyer of the big house. It seemed like it went on forever; there were so many family members and much to catch up on. Yet, after what could have been an hour, their grandmother called for everyone to head to the dining room. It wasn't until they were all seated that Jae saw Haerin in her slender, light dinner dress that hugged her frame.

As usual, Haerin sat near Jae and the other cousins their age. There was Jae's younger brother and sister, Haerin's two older brothers, and the three children of both families of his father's older brother and sister. It could get a little overwhelming at times, but once the commotion died down, Jae shared a host of laughs and cajoling with his cousins and siblings. Haerin was alluring to Jae; he couldn't help but take in her glowing nature and how she sparkled when she smiled. His eyes moved involuntarily to Haerin's chest when she giggled and pushed her breasts together innocently. But it was more than just her handful-sized breasts and gorgeous smile that did it for her; it was simply a shine.

She touched his arm, and he caught her eye once or twice as she looked at him. If Jae hadn't been so caught up in her angelic aura, he might have said she looked seductive, but it was lost to him. The meal came without further thought about his growing affection for his cousin (save that she caught his gawking eye when her shoulder strap slipped down, and the dress revealed slightly more skin than before).

So the two talked, mingled after the meal, and helped with cleanup—stopping for the occasional exchange of a laugh or bump of the hip when Haerin passed Jae in the kitchen. When they were cleaning up the flour from the pasta-making, they got into it with each other, extending fingers swiped across a flour-coated cutting board toward each other defiantly.

They swiped a cheek here and there and closed their eyes; Jae's hand felt something soft before quickly moving away and taking a defensive stance. Doing the same, Haerin began laughing adorably as she reveled in their battle. She looked down at her chest... so did Jae. A precise imprint of a finger in the white flour, or no.... it was four fingers. If he looked closely, it became clear what his hand had grabbed at when they were horse-playing;

Haerin saw it, too. But it was only a fraction of a second that Haerin's brows raised and eyes met Jae's before she looked away and returned to her business. It made him feel strangely... comfortable, considering the potential embarrassment of the situation. He went bustling about the kitchen with his cousin and the rest of the cousins and certainly didn't fail to miss that Haerin had made no move to wipe his handprint from her breast—four fingers on the skin and the palm over the thin top of her dress. The eking thought lingered though, a prodding announcement going off in their heads that something was feeling differently. Something they hadn't seen coming. Something that made Haerin continue her flirtatious interactions with her cousin even though they were family. They were family! But once again, the moment came and went. Haerin was going her separate way and Jae his before they reconvened for movie night in the big house's colossal family room.

Everyone took their places, the parents pairing up near their favorite brother or sister and the cousins sticking together across the room. Their cousins littered the floor, and Jae lay sideways on a comfy chair, with Haerin taking a seat on the rug, leaning back on the vast cushion.

Once again, his eyes floundered at seeing his petite brunette cousin, now in a taut black tank top and gray cotton short-shorts. The drawstring of the tiny shorts dangled below just a sliver of Haerin's taut stomach. It revealed itself more when Haerin stretched her arms above her head, and Jae couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw the sparkle of a piercing at her belly button. Even sitting there, trying as he might to ignore her when the movie started, Jae began to sense her as the younger ones started to settle. She was wearing some kind of lotion, she must have, he thought, as his eyes unintentionally inspected her slender leg and looked for signs of it. He could feel her soft brunette hair against his legs sprawled out on the couch. He could hear her breathing, and his eyes again found the rising and falling of her bosom seen just over her shoulder.

So when Haerin first turned to address him, he hadn't even realized...

"Earth to Old Jae!" Haerin whispered, louder this time after her cousin hadn't answered the first time, "Got any room left on that couch, or are you going to make me sit on the ground the WHOLE time?"

"Oh...Uh... I can get up," Jae said, stuttering and leaning upward as if to give her his seat.

"No, silly, just scooch back a bit. I'll lie in front of you," Haerin said, smiling and ambling up toward him. He barely had time to move before she plopped down in front of him and was lying in front of him almost close enough to be spooning.

He wondered if anyone would find the new position of his cousin strange, but upon looking about the room, he saw that most adults were slumbering or simply not looking toward them, and the cousins were all lain out on the floor in front of them. His worry subsided, if only until his little cousin turned her head a bit to ask:

"Would you mind sharing the blanket a bit? It seems I came a bit underdressed," she said, causing Jae to give her body a once-over with his eyes and smile in agreement.

He grabbed the edge of it and tossed it over the two of them, once again scanning the room to see if they'd attracted any attention. They seemed to be in the clear... wait... what was that? Upon throwing the blanket over his cousin, he hadn't noticed until it had settled atop them that Haerin had scooted back and her soft little tush was snuggled directly into his lap so that he could feel her warmth through their clothing. What's worse was... oh no... he had, in all the commotion of his cousin laying so close and arousing him, become slightly erect. It was more than somewhat erect though, there was simply no way that Haerin didn't feel his cock pushing against her.

But she didn't say anything, look back, move, or even hint at her disapproval. Maybe she hadn't felt it.

'Oh God,' Jae thought, feeling Haerin's pert little ass move against his stiff cock. She wasn't ignoring his growing problem; that was for sure. He thought maybe she was just trying to preserve some of her dignity and move out of the way, but another flex of her bum and he was nestled snugly between her cheeks. If there had been any doubt, it was cleared when she wiggled her adorable bum rhythmically against him for a never-ending period of seconds.

This was too much for him... It was so sudden, so unexpected. But it wasn't unwanted; he had somehow figured that out in his mind right at about the time that Haerin had started pressing her cheeks against his increasingly hard member. So when she began wiggling that way, his hands got the better of them and grabbed at his cousin greedily. They reached her hips and tugged at them, causing Haerin to settle deeper against him, his shaft pressed firmly between her butt cheeks. They reached for her abdomen, one feeling a piercing where he'd first imagined it, the other testing whether she'd let him near her chest.

Neither of them had bothered to check, but they remained undetected beneath their blanket. As Haerin felt her cousin submit to her playful teasing, his hands landing daringly higher up her body, she had felt the same desire as Jae. Somewhere between watching how he got along with her younger sisters, how he'd picked her up so strongly when he'd first arrived, and his intoxicating presence as she sat beside him at dinner...she had felt this coming too. So when he came short of her breast and placed his hand upon her ribcage she unquestionably moved it the rest of the way to her chest, where it came to grasp at her tit and feel the erect nipple beneath her shirt.

Taking her acceptance as permission, he started emboldening his fingers' movements. The fingers of the hand upon her breast began searching to pinch her nipple gently through the cotton. The other hand, flattening upon her belly, began sliding further southward. Upon his palm, Jae could feel the scratch up the metal piercing, but her skin was unutterably smooth. He slid his palm, the tips of his fingers making contact with the scrunchy material of her elastic waistband. They hesitated there momentarily, wondering if he should press on, with his eyes looking guiltily about the room to see if he'd been stopped.

But Haerin was much to aroused to stop now, she thrust her butt defiantly into her cousin's lap and felt his shaft squeeze between her cheeks. And he knew what that meant, pressing his fingers into her soft skin to slide beneath the band. His fingers pressed on, expecting to find resistance but not finding it. She must have shaved recently, very recently. Her mound was smooth and soft, urging his fingers lower. Still they probed and found only the soft warmth of her young pussy. Slowing upon the first touch of her outer lips, they stopped there, waiting.

Haerin moved her hips to urge him onward, but to no avail. He just stayed there, one hand tucked down the front of Haerin's tight little shorts and the other firmly palming her tit. 'What was he waiting for,' she thought, 'surely now he hadn't lost his nerve.' She tried the juke of her hips once more but nothing. She was about to turn around and sort things out when she saw her older cousin Jinwoo looking their way.

He'd always been fond of her, or perhaps it was more her looks. Maybe he was too fond of looking at her at times, but they'd never gotten to know each other well, so she just found it harmless. But now he was looking their way, and Haerin could only wonder whether he knew what she could feel- that Jae's hands were anywhere but where a cousin's hands were supposed to be.

She had to test him, and she thought fast. She looked right at him and stuck her tongue out, smiling. He hesitated for a second, keeping his composure in his stare before cracking and smiling her way. The embarrassment of being caught staring by his cousin and the adorableness of her look had prevented him from seeing anything more.

Jae's hand had stopped though, and in the few seconds that followed Jinwoo looking away, they had returned to her belly and retreated from their much desired place at her quim. She gave him two quick squeezes of her bum as if in apology or out of encouragement for him to press on. He responded a little, thrusting back against her and beginning to move his hand about once again on her breast. When she had him confident once again to get more affectionate, she was practically ready to fuck him right there on that couch in front of the whole family.

And Jae was nearing the same point; his naughty little cousin's antics and the way her petite frame felt against him were too much to bear. Only hours before he had been admiring the way she'd grown up and now he had her wrapped in his arms with her soft butt wrapped snugly around his cock. So as his hand pressed back beneath the final barrier of her shorts, they both held their breaths a little... God, they wanted each other.

A loud sound came on the TV; both Jae and Haerin's eyes shot to the television where the closing song and credits had begun to play. For his life, Jae could not remember what they had been watching. All this incestuous touching with Haerin had him.... WAIT, he still had his hands all over her!

He quickly removed himself from his precarious placement all over his cousin, and Haerin slid forward on the couch. They separated, and the blanket drooped between them as the lights flipped on and their grandparents began saying their goodnights. Jae was lying there like a deer in the headlights, hoping not to attract unwanted attention. They didn't receive any and remained like frozen bodies until the children had all successfully pleaded to start another movie.

Some of the adults decided to leave, and among them were his aunt and uncle, who insisted that their daughters, including Haerin, come to bed. So Haerin got up, tossing a parting glance at her elder cousin, who couldn't quite make heads or tails of it, though he was pretty sure his cousin wasn't finished with him yet from the looks of it. He stayed for probably half an hour more before becoming bored with his now regrettably alone situation on the couch.

He bid the family farewell and headed back toward his family's cabin. He couldn't take his mind off what had happened between him and his cousin the whole walk. On one hand, it had all been so sudden, and this was his cousin he had been spooning in there. He thought he should be feeling guilty but couldn't quite bring himself to do so. That was the other hand- the part of him that knew that the gorgeous little brunette he'd seen as he pulled up to the farm or sat next to admiringly at the dinner table was irresistible to him. He knew that if he could, he'd have ravished her tiny body right there on that very couch. The thought that the whole family would have seen didn't seem to faze that side of him at all.

That side of Jae won out as his feet carried him toward his bedroom; heck, that side of him nearly diverted him to Haerin's bedroom instead. But it was also that side of him that came upon what awaited him when he opened the door to his bedroom. His bedroom was situated below the rest of the house, the hill it was built on giving him his walkout and a lot of privacy. But it wasn't the beautiful view over the moonlit pond... he thought maybe he was seeing things. But there, laid out on the bed and sunk into his comforter, was the unmistakable body of Haerin herself. Moreover, she wasn't quite how she'd been when she left him on the couch. Well, she was mostly the same, save the shorts that were pushed down and bunched around her ankles as she lay face-down on the bed. As he'd felt before, she wasn't wearing any panties, and her ass looked just as amazing as it had felt against his lap, arched slightly there on the bed - there was no way she was sleeping like that.

He stood in the doorway, stunned and unable to believe what he was now staring at. He again cast his eyes from head to toe, his heart jumping at the sight of the gorgeous brunette dancer. She wasn't looking at him; she looked asleep. What an odd way to fall asleep, he thought with a smile as he closed the door behind him.

"Haerin," he whispered, taking a step towards her.

"Haerin," he called to her, louder now.

But still she didn't move, and as he came to her side, she kept up the act, if it was an act. Jae didn't catch it in the dark, but Haerin smiled when he first called to her, unable to keep a straight face until just before he'd move close enough to see it.

He was short of breath as he moved behind her. Her pussy was glistening even in the low light; she must have been touching herself recently or having a delightful dream. Her white ankle socks were stretched over her feet, barely at the edge of his bed. Her shirt was still on, but it was pushed up just below her breasts, leaving everything below naked and fully visible to her cousin's lustful eyes.

There was a reason she was here, not in her bed, bottomless, or in the PJs she'd brought. And despite the part of Jae that had him hesitating to touch Haerin earlier that night, screaming that he couldn't, Jae was moving ahead without him. His hands moved to his athletic shorts and pushed them down, boxers and all, with Jae stepping out of them handily. His cock sprang to attention; it had been ready since the second he walked in the room. His mind was set to its purpose.

Jae moved forward and pressed his knee to the bed. His cousin didn't make a sound even as her body moved on the bed, even as he lifted his other leg and straddled her. 'There's no way she's asleep,' Jae thought, 'and this is what she's here for anyway,' he convinced himself. As he felt it, his hand pointed the head of his cock toward its target, the tiny opening he could see between the legs of his slumbering cousin.

He could feel his thighs against the naked lower half of his cousin and his hands took hold of her sweet young ass. He briefly debated checking for certain whether she was awake or not, but when he felt the heat of her opening against the head of his penis, all bets were off. Sleeping or not, he had to fuck her, he had to sink his cock at least once into the little brunette who had been torturing him all day. And so, he took a deep breath, and just before he could sink his rod into Haerin's amazing little pussy, she surprised him. He couldn't see it in the dim light of her bedroom, but with his hands grasping her soft cheeks he could feel her butt move in the direction of his penetrating head.

'Or did it?' he questioned. But it didn't matter because nothing else was in his head when he first felt himself enter Haerin's forbidden tunnel. It was so warm and wet already; he couldn't believe the feeling - it consumed him. Sinking into her, feeling her insides wrap around him and surround him with wonderful heat, he could feel himself still holding his breath. He finally breathed fresh air when he heard his cousin Haerin take one, herself. It was cute, a little gasp as he entered her and her fingers grasped at the pillow her head lay gently on.

Jae leaned forward, pressing the final inch or two of his length into his cousin. As his hips met her cheeks and his hand left her ass to push back a lock of hair, he checked her face to see if she was still pretending to be asleep. She was, the corners of her mouth feigning a slumbering peacefulness still. She was helpless to him though as he withdrew, once again feeling her pussy walls sliding against the sensitive tip of his penis. Her mouth became an adorable grin, and she could not betray the delicious pleasure her cousin was delivering her.

Jae took another peak at the angel's face, finding her beautiful brown eyes peeking through barely opened lids. Her teeth flashed white with a sexy smile, and then she pursed her lips gently before saying,

"Bad boy, you can't put your big cock in your little cousin..."

It was a whisper, sleepily spoken, but it made Jae shiver with excitement.

"Don't do it again, you can't fuck your naughty cousin's tiny..." she quivered as his tip lingered at her entrance,

"tight..." she uttered as it left her clinging lips and then tapped down upon her pulsing and sensitive clit,

"wet............" he lined up, she was still whispering.

"ooooo.....ugghhhhh," she squealed as Jae plunged forth into her and took her needy pussy once more.

It was a quicker plunge this time, her slutty and intentionally unconvincing words of refusal had assured that. Jae needed to be buried inside the little brunette immediately. He found her back arched again, though, willing him deep into her womb as she met his thrust with her own.

Her back formed a sloped arch just north of her bubbly white butt -- a perfect place for his hands to brace himself to fuck her harder, if she wanted it, 'did she?'

"what if I just wandered into the wrong room cuz' I was so... ooouuuwhhh..." he penetrated Haerin again, finding himself balls deep before she could finish her sentence, "sleepy and a little drunk?.....uugggh fuck it's big....."

Jae tried to formulate a response to explain why he'd just decided to push his cock into the slumbering dancer he'd found bottomless on his bedspread. She beat him to the punch:

"or what if that sleepy and kinda drunk little girl wanted you to ........unnngggghhh...." she trembled as he unsheathed once more, "stop being so.....mmmnhh.... gentle," she directed her eyes toward him and spoke directly: "fuck her the way you wanted to when you saw her dance a few weeks ago."

She was right; weeks before their trip, he'd gone one weekend with his parents to see Haerin dance for an idol audition. In her short skirt and belly hugging uniform top, he remembered being forcibly immersed in a daydream of her rhythmically swinging hips moving not to the music but along the course of his cock, as it was now. And so, wanting her now and remembering how much he wanted her then, he took hold of her supple lower back and plunged his entire length into her in one strong movement.

She cooed, and she flexed at the hips into his depressed fingertips, but she didn't discourage him as he removed himself and hesitated only a fraction of a second before impaling her once more. He started to build a rhythm and so did the gentle smack of her cheeks against him as he poked at her naughty pussy entrance and then buried himself deep into her core easily in her soaked state.

He wanted to be deeper, to feel more of her tiny pussy sucking him in, but he couldn't. Instead, he slid out, leaving her empty and lonely, before filling her eagerly once more. Over and over he fucked her from behind, his weight depressing her lovely body into the pillow-top. She looked so intolerably sexy there - all he could do to appreciate it was fuck her more.

And she was beginning to show her appreciation in her ways. Her back reached the peak of its arch, her butt thrust proudly into the air. Her moaning and fidgeting increased, so much so that he could feel her beginning to get antsy and so pinned down beneath him. Though he, admittedly, took a few more greedy strokes deep inside of her to savor the prone position he was fucking his sexy little cousin in, he eventually realized the potential benefits of releasing the squirming little minx to act out her naughty desires on him.

Pulling himself from her heated center, he took hold of his rigid shaft and wiggled his tip about her entrance and to her ultra-delicate button. She hummed with pleasure before trying to wriggle her way free so she could fuck him the way she wanted. He let her free but first caught her when she'd made it to her back and revealed more of her taut body to his wanting eyes.

Haerin's eyes found his, wondering why he'd stopped her when he saw what he wanted. She pecked him first, pursed lips against his unsuspecting ones. But when his hand reached the bottom of her already scrunched tee, she laid on him a kiss he'd not soon forget. Their tongues intertwined, their lips melded, their hands searched for the next place to touch.

And so they went on, making out like two teenagers, Haerin was a teen, and the softness of her body, the perkiness of her tits and the sweet youth in her moaning and cooing made her the most desirous one on earth at that moment. So he let her roll about him, straddling him now as she worked her hips just right to reinsert her cousin's member.

"Is this what you want, Jae?" she whispered again. "Do you want me to put this monster back inside?" She took a grasp of his head and shaft and rubbed it hastily against her moist lips.

"I've wanted to fuck you for so long, uggggghhhh," this time it was Haerin urging his cock into her, "I've even thought about you when my ex was fucking me a few times.....oooooohhhh.... but he was never so........uhhhh..... fucking...... big."

"Ohhh.....Jae, it feels so good!" Haerin exclaimed as she came to rest atop her cousin with his cock lodged as profoundly within her as possible. Jae wondered whether they could be heard, worrying more when Haerin started to gasp and move up and down.

In and out his big cock went, stretching Haerin's pussy walls as it filled her, and feeling it release suction as his tip peered between her lips on withdrawal. Haerin placed her hands on his chest, only able to appreciate its firmness and her cousin's physique. She braced herself there, her elbows close enough together that her perky teen titties squeezed between. With a beautifully arched lower back, Haerin bounced her hips off her cousin's as she impaled herself over and over.

"Oh my God Jae, fuck me right there," he took hold of her hips, helping her, "keep fucking me like that.....ooouuuhhh..." he clapped his hips against hers causing him to bottom out inside her continuously.

Jae rolled Haerin onto her side, spinning her about just so that he was spooning her in front of him, but her back lay flat against the bed. Sprawled out there in front of him was her beautiful body, ready to be filled with her cousin's incestuous cock and her tits ready to be held in his hands. Their hands touched as they both reached to guide Jae's cock home. Haerin smiled as her cousin closed his hand over hers, and they both connected Jae's tip with the mini brunette's opening.

He lingered for what seemed like an eternity for both of them but was only actually a few seconds before burying himself to the hilt once again in her sprawled out body. Her tiny ass looked so cute curled in front of him, white and smooth and soft and all the better when seen with his cock sliding through into her pussy.

"Haerin, I'm getting close," Jae warned, her increased tightness in this position catching him off guard. The feeling of her body so fuckable and bendable to his will, and the softness of her amazing breasts jiggling in his hands as he slammed into her suddenly had him unsure whether he'd be able to contain himself inside his cousin.

"I'm not on birth control....ooooo... fuck.... You can't come inside me, Jae...." She whispered loud enough for Jae to hear still, feeling a pang of disappointment strike him. "Daddy didn't want me getting any ideas, so he wouldn't let me get it! Don't cum inside me..... ooooouaahhh...." She pleaded as his cock sank and retreated mid-sentence, "I could get pregnant.... You don't want...Uhhhhhghh... to get your little cousin pregnant, do you?"

Jae didn't have an answer for her. He was pretty much speechless at the words that had come out of her mouth. Hearing her say 'daddy,' and the talk about getting her pregnant had his cock pulsing out of control and it was all he could do to keep sending it in and out of Haerin's quim.

"But you can't come yet, honey..... ugghhhhh...." She pleaded as he rammed her again,

"I'm so close... just like that...... oooouwhhhhh..... don't stop!" she cried.

Jae was spreading her cheeks a bit to get a good angle with which to penetrate her, and he had found the perfect one. As he slid his thick rod into her repeatedly, she began to squirm, flexing and twisting involuntarily as his tip poked her just right inside.

"Riiiiiggghtt ttttttherrree..... RIGHT THERE..."

She was getting louder, and Jae had to move a hand to gently cover her mouth so they didn't attract an audience. Placing a few fingers over her lips she quieted, and surprised him by taking a finger in her mouth and sucking it, so only the sexy hum of her moans escaped around it. With one hand wrapped snugly around her to hold her close, and the other being licked at by her dexterous tongue, Jae was fucking his cousin harder than ever.

She was yelping and squealing at one point, still with her lips pursed around his finger to quiet her. She even nibbled a bit on it when the pleasure became too much. But it didn't hurt, the feeling of her warm pussy engulfing him was all he could feel.

"Don't stop..... don't stop..... don't stop....." she was able to breathe out.

He couldn't stop; he wanted her to have the orgasm of the lifetime, and from the quaking of her body in his arms, he figured she was having it. But what he didn't expect for, halfway through the little dancer's pleasure-fit, was for her taut, wet, little hole to clamp down on him as her insides spasmed in climax. He didn't expect them to suck at his invading member and send him over the edge unwillingly.

And though he immediately tried to pull his spurting cock from inside her, Haerin had already locked a leg around his and dug her butt deep into his lap to fill herself as she came. He could do nothing, and you could scarcely blame him as he began to flood his cousin's womb with his forbidden seed. She shook and she moaned, she could feel the warmth of his cum adding to the spreading heat of her orgasm, and it caused her eyes to roll backward in disbelief.

She cooed and gasped for air as her cousin painted her insides with sperm. She felt so incredibly naughty then, come-to enough to know that it was her cousin that was filling her pussy up with his spunk so wonderfully, and feeling so naughty and sexy because of it.

She jammed her cheeks into his lap, taking his cock as deep as it would go; she felt the movement urge another pump from his tip, deeper into her than before. Jae trembled at the incredible sensitivity the brunette minx's fidgeting had brought to light.

He held her tight, her t-shirt bunched up over her chest and his arm and hand pressing her titties this way and that. He knew she had been serious when she'd asked him not to cum in her, but as he thrust one final time into Haerin, his cock let out a defiant last stream of seed. He was indescribably pleased, balls-deep in his naughty cousin and feeling their combined fluids mixed inside her.

They both looked down as his hand took the base of his immersed shaft and slid it from her glistening lips. The walls immediately closed behind his retreating cock, and when his head finally departed from between her clinging labia, it was followed by an obvious stream of his cum. They watched her freshly-fucked opening as more of his sperm bubbled out.

"Oh no," she said, "oh no..."

Jae didn't know what to say, and when he saw her a pulse of his jism come from inside her he knew that they were probably in some trouble.

She looked too sexy though, naked and glistening with sweat, still smiling despite the predicament. She didn't look disappointed or even as worried as he. Therefore, he didn't feel as bad when he decided to go for it and point his softening, but not nearly soft cock back toward her opening and shove forward. He felt their fluids guiding him quickly in, and she was still just as hot inside as seconds before. They both inhaled sharply, and Haerin gave Jae a discerning look. But she couldn't look upset for more than a second when the very same sensitivity that Jae felt had Haerin's face revealing her pleasure, unable to be concealed.

"Jaennnn...." She whined. "You came so much.... It's all inside me. What if I get..... you know...."

Jae slid back a bit and buried himself once last excruciating time. Haerin yelped, too. "Pregnant?" Jae replied smartly.

"Yeaaahhh.... Oh God, it feels so good..."

"You're right..." Jae said smiling, "that would be very bad..." he flexed his cock as much as he could inside of her.

"You know, you aren't supposed to fuck your naughty little cousin..." Haerin said, putting a hand against his face.

"Oh yeah?" Jae questioned, leaning into her.

"And you aren't supposed to fill her naughty pussy with so much of your hot... sticky... cum."

Jae couldn't help himself, kissing his cousins feverishly. His tongue explored hers, which she offered willingly, and his hands began to search her body once more. His fingers played at the piercing on her stretched tummy. His cock may have slipped from her for the moment but it didn't matter, because he was inside her teen pussy again not a few minutes later. The two cousin's fucked through most of the night.

The next day, he and Haerin took care of the (incest pregnancy) situation, taking advantage of it once behind one of the barns on the property, with Haerin's hands pinned against the red siding as her cousin stuck himself straight up into her. They fucked in the shower and once in a changing room when they went into town.

Jae knew he shouldn't be so excited to be banging a brunette dancer like Haerin since she was his cousin. Still, as he pumped into her on the floor of the pontoon boat their grandparents had let them take out together and then released his umpteenth jet of cum into her, he simply didn't care. And when Haerin missed her period a few weeks later, it was only after he'd filled her correctly face down on the kitchen counter at his college apartment that she'd revealed her little secret.

[sh4nksslvt]

Stuck on You

Some prankster superglues Marco’s hand to yours. You both pretend to hate it… but secretly enjoy staying glued together.

Marco x gn! reader | ONE SHOT

Tags: fluff, flirting, chaos, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc

word count: 3.3k

MINORS DNI!!

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It all started with a prank.

A very bad prank.

One minute you were standing on deck, minding your own business, chatting with Marco about nothing in particular — and the next minute, someone (you had your suspicions) superglued your hand to his.

Literally.

Palm-to-palm.

Fingers intertwined.

"You have got to be kidding me-yoi," Marco muttered, staring down at your very stuck hands with the emotional range of a man who had survived actual wars but could not survive this level of annoyance.

You tugged.

Marco tugged.

Your hands stayed locked together like some sort of romantic death grip.

"��Well," you said, very eloquently.

"Well," Marco echoed, voice utterly dry.

From somewhere behind a barrel, muffled snickering erupted. You both turned in time to see a few crewmates (Ace, you would bet your next paycheck) sprinting away at full speed, laughing their asses off.

Marco sighed heavily. "Should've seen that coming, yoi."

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed. "You think they superglued us together… on purpose?"

Marco gave you a long look, deadpan as hell. "…No-yoi. It was a coincidence that someone left industrial-strength glue exactly where we were standing."

You snorted, trying to suppress a laugh. "Fair enough, Mr. Smartass."

He smirked, tugging lightly at your conjoined hands again. No dice. You were fused like some godawful romantic statue.

"Guess we’re stuck-yoi."

You both stared at your hands, at each other, at your hands again.

Slowly, you realized the entire deck was staring.

Crewmates leaned against rails, poked their heads out of doors, peered from crow’s nests. Watching. Waiting.

You could almost hear the bets forming.

You hissed under your breath, "Don't make a scene. Act natural."

Marco smiled, the slow lazy kind that made your heart do stupid cartwheels.

"You think we’re good at ‘natural' -yoi?"

You elbowed him (gently, because, you know, superglue). "Walk. Casual. Now."

He obligingly started walking, swinging your joined hands obnoxiously like you were newlyweds on a stroll. You tripped trying to keep up with his stupid long strides, and Marco had the audacity to chuckle under his breath.

"Oh, you're enjoying this," you accused, half-laughing, half-glaring.

Marco tilted his head innocently. "Why wouldn’t I enjoy being glued to such charming company-yoi?"

You blinked.

Heat flared up your neck.

Was that… flirting?! From Marco?!

You decided to play it cool. "Obviously, I'm the lucky one. Being stuck with the infamous cool guy of the crew."

He arched an eyebrow. "Cool guy?"

You nodded sagely. "Yeah. All mysterious and strong and… broody. You know. Classic heartthrob material."

Marco actually laughed, full-throated and amused.

"You've been spending too much time with Ace, yoi," he said, but his thumb was rubbing slow circles into your knuckles — absent-minded, soft — and he made no move to pull away.

You pretended not to notice.

The ship doctor declared the situation "temporarily incurable" unless you wanted to rip off some skin.

You did not want that.

So you and Marco were officially handcuffed together for the next few hours, possibly longer.

The announcement spread through the ship like wildfire. Everywhere you went, people tried to hide their snickering — and failed spectacularly.

At lunch, you had to sit next to Marco. (Technically, on Marco, because the bench was too narrow and you kept bumping into him.)

Passing plates was a disaster.

You dropped a spoon into Marco’s lap at one point, and he just gave you a look so dry it could set fires.

You grinned sweetly. "Oops."

"You’re doing this on purpose."

"Maybe," you sang, swinging your legs.

Marco grunted — but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

After lunch, things got worse.

You tried to help Marco with paperwork.

Emphasis on tried.

"Hold still, yoi," he muttered, trying to shuffle through documents with one hand while your hand clumsily trailed after his.

"This is your fault," you whispered dramatically.

"You touched me first."

"You glued yourself to me!"

"You leaned into the glue puddle-yoi."

"You—!" you sputtered.

The tension snapped — you both cracked up, laughing so hard the pen rolled off the desk.

Sometime around sunset, you found yourself sitting on the figurehead of the ship, watching the ocean shimmer gold. Marco sat next to you, your hands still hopelessly, ridiculously intertwined.

The atmosphere shifted — soft, quieter.

A breeze tugged at your hair.

Marco turned his head lazily, regarding you out of the corner of his eye.

"You know," he said casually, "if you wanted to hold my hand… you could’ve just asked-yoi"

You almost fell off the ship.

"I did not plan this!" you yelped, cheeks burning hotter than a volcano.

Marco chuckled — that low, warm sound you could feel in your ribs.

"I know," he said, a little softer. "But still."

You glanced down at your hands — how perfectly they fit together, the way his thumb lazily traced circles over your skin without even thinking.

"…It’s not so bad," you admitted, voice small.

Marco smiled.

Not the lazy, cocky smirk he gave everyone else — a real, soft smile that made your heart flutter traitorously.

"Nah-yoi," he agreed, squeezing your hand. "Not bad at all."

When the glue finally wore off (courtesy of some miracle solvent the ship doctor whipped up late at night), you both sat there for a second.

Free.

Hands separated.

No excuse anymore.

Marco looked at you.

You looked at Marco.

Long pause.

"…We’re allowed to hold hands without glue, you know," you blurted, immediately wanting to jump overboard from sheer embarrassment.

Marco laughed — really laughed — and before you could hide your face, he caught your hand again, lacing your fingers together easy as breathing.

"No more excuses-yoi," he said, lips brushing your temple in a featherlight kiss.

You clung tighter.

Maybe being stuck together wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[nayaesworld]

Mafioso

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Warnings: Murder, manipulation, drugs and violence

Terry Richmond X OC!Marina

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The collective clink of champagne glasses filled the large venue as self-made millionaire and philanthropist Terry Richmond concluded his speech at the second annual charity event for Black women and children. Thunderous claps and cheers bounced off the walls as he exited the stage and came down to thank each and every single person that had come out to support and donate to the amazing cause. He was elated and proud of the turnout; truly grateful.

At 43 Terry felt at the height of his career. The comings and goings of life reflected well on his face and he carried all those trials and triumphs with him on his sleeve next to his heart. His story was a story of the people.

The night was a huge success. A large volume of high profile people had pledged and donated to this cause right along with him. Close family and friends came out in support and he circled around the room checking in on them and taking breaks to hit a shimmy or two on the dance floor.

He had also allowed some of his favorite black journalists and reporters to give interviews, but he was most interested in one in particular that had been very vocal and fierce about the safety of black children in spaces that society deemed not fit for them. How many times had a black child been harmed or put in a traumatic situation due to racism? Far too many times to count and they deserved a space to perfect their crafts without fear or judgement.

Marina Evans was a woman of poise, integrity, and culture, and at 25 she was at the top of her game. Not many could deny her journalistic credentials. She was the first person he wanted to give an interview to tonight and he sought her out quickly through the sea of people. The bold black gown had been a wondrous choice against her bronzed skin. Honey blond braids highlighting the warm undertones of her skin and dark expressive eyes styled with a natural set of wispy lashes. She was a show stopper. A true beauty.

She had just ended an interview with Weston Troy, a filthy rich middle aged man that owned a few hospitals in the area. Her eyes drifted over to him and she began to set up for his interview. A warm welcoming smile graced her face and he made sure to return it. Cameras and microphone ready, Terry adjusted his black suit and freed his mind.

“Tonight I am here speaking with local philanthropist and founder of ‘Hearts of Grace’ a charity founded to give aid and relief to underprivileged families…and without further ado I’d like to welcome Mr. Terry Richmond. How are you feeling about the turnout tonight… did you project the earnings for year two to surpass year one by so much?”

“ I’m feeling amazing tonight, the turnout was more than I could have ever imagined. When I initially started this charity I had no idea that anyone would ever give money to the cause at such a high volume, it's too often that things within the affiliation of the black community are not taken seriously or into consideration… I would like to change that, and with all the resources at my hand I'd be foolish not to invest it into people who look like me and sound like me.”

“I love that, what you did here tonight was jaw dropping. The kind of things I want to see more of, what does it mean for you to give back and support black families,businesses, and neighborhoods?” He pondered a bit before answering and pulled his lip from his teeth.

“It means that I have an opportunity to cater to and serve these underprivileged families, I too come from very humble beginnings. I grew up in a single parent household, it was just me and my mother so sharing this wealth with many people is top priority.”

“Terry, that is just amazing, I’m excited for more people to hear your story… for you it's been a long time coming, but for many of us this is our first time seeing someone who we relate to so much do as many great things as you have…and that brings me to my next question. How does being a role model to the younger generation speak to you?” Her questions were definitely living up to her reputation, she asked the real shit and he paused to gather his words, this was a passionate subject for him so finding the right words was essential.

“Being a role model for the younger generation entails a particular type of character and finesse… I want them to know that yes hard work and dedication can afford you the luxuries of life, but I also want them to understand that mental health is just as important um..if not more important than any career field or industry they choose.”

“I also saw that you named your charity after your mother Grace, how does it feel tonight to share this with her… I’m sure she is so proud of you.”

“My mother means the world to me…for any time I was ever in trouble or needed her she picked up the phone, she lifted me up, and she molded me into the man I am today. I don’t care how old I get or how many things I achieve, I'll always be her baby.”

“It was such a pleasure to interview you tonight, I thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to allow me to talk and pick your brain.” Marina had interviewed many men and women of different backgrounds and profiles, but none had ever struck her as truly genuine people quite as he did. He truly meant those words.

“Oh no anytime..you’ve had the best questions I thank you for that. And when I’m ready for another interview I know how to find you, thank you for coming out tonight Ms.Evans I truly appreciate it.” Terry left it plainly at that. He didn’t wanna seem weird by telling the young girl that he was an avid viewer of her podcast and hadn’t missed any episodes thus far.

The night carried on and people filled their bellies to the brim with liquor and a catered banquet of savory mouth watering food. Terry was on his second plate of food and had been cackling loudly in his mothers ear, all tipsy and giggly from the constant glasses of champagne.

“Boy you are just tickled to death ain’t you, what’s so funny son?” He rested his head onto her shoulder and squeezed her into a warm hug.

“I’m just happy ma..that’s it. Tonight turned out amazing and I get to honor you right along with it..I hope you’re proud.”

“Son is proud even the word for what I feel? You make me ecstatic, I hoped and prayed for so many long nights for you to have something…anything to call your own, and look at you now.” Grace pressed a kiss to her son's forehead before standing from her seat.

“Walk your mama to her car, I’m going to turn in for the night.”

Terry walked his mother to her car and watched her disappear into the distance before he walked back into the building. Standing with his hands in the pockets of his smooth slacks, he surveyed the area with calm eyes. He was looking for someone. Ahh there she is. Honey blond braids swaying gently behind her as she rocked in her chair to the music. Headed in her direction he grabbed a freshly poured glass of champagne from the table and handled the delicate glass in his hands carefully.

Cognac eyes met his as he finally made it into her line of vision. “Champagne? I wasn’t aware you were still here Ms.Evans.” Her pretty manicured hand accepted the drink from him and she sipped a little before answering him.

“Yeah I guess I’m a bit of a recluse…I prefer to fade into the background at events like these. Sometimes it’s better to just watch.” Terry hummed in his throat before taking a seat in front of her crossing his left leg over his right.

“And on that point we do agree…for causes such as these I can show up no questions asked, otherwise I’m home nose deep in a good podcast.” His deep rumbling laugh coaxed a cute chuckle from her mouth.

She sipped a little more of the sweet champagne before she answered him. ”Oh wow me too , so you have a favorite one you listen too?”

“Yes…yours. It’s the only one I can sit through and enjoy without a missed episode. You’re great at what you do Ms.Evans…very captivating topics.” Terry watched a hand press to her chest in shock as her mouth fell in shock.

“You watch lil ole’ me, wow Terry I really appreciate that. And I try to make things interesting as well as informative… I'm happy it reaches you well.”

“There’s nothing little about the work you do, remember that.” Maria shyly tilted her head to the side, peeking up into his face from under her lashes.

”Thank you so much Terry, you have the kindest eyes by the way…sorry if that was weird.” He dropped his head and let his eyes lock onto hers and watched her skin heat up under his gaze.

“No no, not weird at all. I receive that..thank you beautiful.”

Terry enjoyed picking her head for the reminder of their time together. By 9pm the event had wrapped and everyone filed out of the large double doors to head home. Terrys large hand graced the small of her back not wanting to lose her in the crowd of people, he hated that their time was cut short because he had really enjoyed chatting with the smart woman.

“Did you drive here?” He looked down at her once they’d made it outside, the middle of people around them creating the perfect bubble for tj to talk.

“Mhmh I did.. I’m right over there, the black Acura.” Her dainty finger pointed at the sleek Acura suv that was coincidentally parallel parked behind his Manhattan Green BMW X6.

“ I’ll walk you..we’re parked right by each other.” Her heels clicked against the dark asphalt and she let a yawn escape her pretty lips.

“Tired Ms.Evans? Sorry to keep you so late, I’m sure you have other obligations.”

“Mhm it’s all the food and champagne getting to me, and no please don’t apologize I had such a nice time tonight… thank you again for extending an invitation to me.” The two stopped in front of her suv and it had Terry wishing he could turn back time.

“And miss an opportunity to talk to the gorgeous and seriously intelligent Marina Evans… not a chance. Thank you for your support, and drive safe.” He helped her step into her vehicle before he closed her door and watched her leave before pulling out his phone to make a call.

“Yeah she just left..keep close to the plan and do exactly what I told y’all to do. I find out you niggas did anything other than what I asked…yall are finished.” He hung up the phone and hopped into his car heading to his house. He knew what he was doing was fucked up, but rarely did Terry ever not get what he wanted. Only this time he wanted Marina Evans and he was willing to stage whatever freak incident he could think of to appear as the white shining knight in her story.

The contemporary home was a perfect mix of neutral earth times and dark greys. Features within the home had donned it with eco friendly and smart house features putting it at a price point of a whopping 1.2 million dollars. A price point Terry would pay and then some for a house that was exclusive to him. The story he told the public about his upbringing was slightly altered and fabricated. The money was only halfway clean, but his appearance needed to be crystal. No past offenses or charges, no run-ins with the police, and no witnesses.

He put people in the dirt for a living and that was just the true facts. The true underground king with an empire spanning throughout the states.A dr. Jekyll and Hyde if you will. The boogeyman. An assassin with the precision to kil. Right now his cousins were ransacking the cute little craftsman style house that belonged to Marina Evans. A sick way of pushing her into his arms he knew but having her would make it all worth the risk.

A new obsession had squirmed its way into Terrys head one night during a masturbation session. The video practically screamed out at him and he had nutted enough that night to fill the Mississippi River; twice,his eyes were glued to the computer screen as he watched the younger woman be pumped full of grown mature dick. The idea had crossed his mind plenty of times, something young and hot to trick on and fuck whenever he wanted to. It seemed maybe he’d be getting his wish sooner or later.

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Paranoia and fear gripped Marina in the coming days after the charity ball. When she had made it home and into her driveway that night she knew something was off. The linen curtains that lined her French doors to her kitchen blew in the night winds, signaling the doors had been smashed. Eyes wide with fear and shock she held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. She frantically dialed 911 to report a burglary. Her house was a mess, picture frames broken and everything rummaged through. The following nights she spent in the guest room at her moms house, too afraid to sleep in her own house.

She had called into the local newspaper that she worked for letting them know of her unfortunate situation. Work would have to be put on the back burner for a few days right along with her podcast episode. She was still practically new to this neighborhood having only just closed on her home two months prior. It was a quiet safe neighborhood, and all her neighbors had kindly welcomed her into it. But now she wasn’t so sure about it being safe. What if she had been home When this happened, would she have lived to tell the tale?

She felt hopeless and the police had no leads yet. What was life without a curveball? She was currently wrapped up in her mothers guest room

sick with the flu. Coughs and sniffles were the soundtrack of life right now and the pungent smell of Lysol was in the air. She had no appetite and a slight migraine sat at her temples, and yet her phone began to ring excessively loud into her ear.

|“Hello?” She was sure she sounded as stuffy as she looked.

|”Marina..hey sweetheart it’s Terry. I called as soon as I heard the bad news, I’m so sorry.” His deep voice sounded apologetic over the phone and she had almost forgotten the exchanging of numbers almost a week ago at the charity event.

[-My uncle works at the police department..he mentioned your name and burglary in the same sentence and I just had to call and check in on you. I hope I’m not overstepping.

[-No not at all I appreciate you calling me..um yeah it hasn't been the best week for me so far it’d be better if I could find out who did this to my house…and now I’m sick with the flu.She heard shuffling and muffled talking on his end and she sat up further on the headboard of the bed.

[-Let me send you something Marina, a little get well soon basket…if that’s okay with you I can have my assistant drop it to you. Marina pondered a bit, and honestly what was the harm in accepting it?

[-I don’t know Terry, I couldn’t ask you to do that. One day you'll have to let me repay you back for your kindness.

[-I insist, and pay me back in good health.. and let me take you out some time when you’re feeling better. Some time had lapsed and he had seriously caught her off guard with the question.

[-Marina? You don’t have to give me an answer right now… my ego can handle it, trust me.

[-Sometime when I’m better definitely, I’m completely in the dumps right now..but I could definitely use that basket if it’s still on the table.

[-It is..I’ll get my assistant to contact you and get everything delivered to you. Get well Marina I’ll talk to you soon.

The call ended and she finally felt some strength in her to get up and tend to herself. Her braids had been in her bonnet for the last 48 hours and her face looked drained of all her color. She definitely wasn’t in any shape to look Terry’s handsome ass in his face. Her moms house was quiet, and she knew her mother wouldn’t be home from the hospital until 7 that evening so trying to get better was definitely the plan for the next few hours.

As he said, Terry had his assistant message her about her location to send the basket. It arrived well packaged with an aroma that was clearing her nasal passage. Two dozen crimson red roses and a large woven basket was on the front porch waiting for her in less than an hour. She hurriedly sat it on her mothers dining table and pulled the contents from the basket. Each item she was excited to use. Multiple face masks to bring back the color to her face, an expensive looking full body massager, a cozy pajama set, and a container of chicken noodle soup that was still piping hot from the deli uptown.

“How freaking sweet, now these are gifts worth having for sure.”

She sent a picture over to Terry letting him know that everything was revived with the highest appreciation. He hearted her message but didn’t send back a written reply.

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“Didn’t I tell you to stay out my fucking city?!” Terry let his bloodied fist fly into the man’s face for a third time, he winced and shook his hand quickly before his phone vibrated in his pocket. A picture from Marina showing him the basket had made it to her and would be used gratefully. But she'd have to wait. Terry was in his mode. The kill a nigga and ask questions later mode, he had two run ins prior to this one with the same pesky ass excuse for a human being.

“Pass me my shit, I’m ending this. Motherfuckers need to know that I don’t speak twice.” The heavy gun was laid in his hand and he screwed on the silencer. The man in front of him cried and begged for his life, but time was out for him.

“Mario Brown…I’m sentencing you to death for not obeying the nigga that owns you.” A quick pull of the trigger put a silver bullet right through his head. His crew needed no words as they immediately rolled the body into a tarp to be burned.

Terry shrugged off his suit using it to wipe the blood from his face and neck. He had a warehouse stacked to the brim with cocaine that needed to make it to El Paso, Texas. Terry wasn’t a cliche in the world of drugs, he chose the mafia life willingly; it didn’t choose him. It was all he knew and it was all he’s ever done outside of his coverups, that consisted of real estate and stocks. All three things he needed to know the ins and outs of to keep up the facade. He was no good person and he was no angel. He maneuvered through this life cunning and forcefully, and yet he did so with grace.

Drugs had afforded him the type of access he wanted in life. A payroll full of law enforcement, cars and houses, and the baddest bitches on the continent. But he was getting older and more irritable with it all, and that was bad for business. A man that stayed irritated was a man bad for business, he had stacked and put so much money away his grandchildren’s grandchildren would be rich. And yet having all he had he still longed for a woman to call his, someone to marry and give his last name and kids too. Marina Evans was what he wanted-no needed, and he would pull out any stop to have her.

His clothes would be a pile of ash by the time he finished using the warehouse shower, black and purple bruises littering his back and side from a recent brawl with a new business partner who would ultimately be his way out. He didn’t believe the old heads that told him he only had one way out of this kinda life, he refused to put that shit on himself. Death was not the only way out, past men just didn’t have his sharp mindset and it showed because they all rested eternally in cemeteries.

His matte black Range Rover practically drove itself home. He was worn out and needed food and sleep. Public speakings to keep the wool over the public’s eye and the night time escapades that always ended in a dead body or two lying around, were getting the best of him. For the next month he planned to pull back from the public slowly but surely, only popping out to speak when absolutely necessary. The only person he cared to be around was her. What a fucking joke. Terry knew better about this situation and still refused to do better, he wanted what he wanted. Marina… Just the sound of her name rolling off his tongue enticed him and his dick had jumped multiple times in his pants when she complimented him at the ball.

A pretty lil thing with a good head on her shoulders and outside of wanting to put her through his mattress he was actually genuinely intrigued by her. And when he finally laid down it was her pictures and voice that invaded his privacy so badly he stalked all her socials. Her vibrant colorful pictures on her Instagram page pulled a smile from him, such an interesting girl.

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The next morning came to Terry in peace. No nightmares and no tossing and turning, he felt well rested above all else and the pain he felt from his bruised body had subsided and drowned out without painkillers. His morning routine came effortlessly and he ended it all with a 30 minute meditation to thoroughly decompress his body to prepare for his day.

He scarfed down a savory bagel sandwich and washed it down with his herbal tea. His agenda for the day was light as planned, he was to be kept updated on the whereabouts of his drugs every hour on the hour and not a second late. A large sum of money was headed his way if shit went smoothly.

His fingers itched to message Marina; so he did. He wanted another try at seeing her. To his surprise she had responded quickly and said she was feeling well enough to meet at her house. She spoke of wanting to replace the broken glass on her French doors so he dressed casually and responded letting her know he’d see her shortly.

His Ford Raptor rounded the block into a cute quaint neighborhood. Children rode their bikes and sprayed each other with water hoses as their parents watched, and the background noise of barking dogs made it all full circle. He spotted Marina’s suv quickly and pulled in alongside it in her driveway. Getting out he noticed her still sitting inside and tapped on her window lightly.

“Hi Terry… I know I look weird still sitting in here. I’m just scared to go alone.” She gave him a bashful smile and opened her driver side door. Black biker shorts showing off her thick thighs and plush lower half, had him shaking his head. A Tupac graphic tee shirt and white sneakers completed her looks and her neat braids rested atop her head in a tight bun.

“Come on I’ll go with you, nobody will mess with you while I’m here I promise.” She obliged and walked side by side with him to the side of her house where the doors were. Terry measured where the glass was supposed to be and got the measurements for replacements and let the tape measure shoot back into itself before turning to Marina.

“I have a guy that does this kind of work. I'll get in contact with him for you. No cost to you, but for now I’d say invest in security cameras…they’ll bring you a good peace of mind.”

“Will do, that’s not even out of the question anymore… thank you for extending this kind of generosity to me.”

A smirk graced his face as he stared down at her, hands itching to touch her. “Let’s get lunch and you can thank me all you want afterwards.” He helped her up into his truck with a hand on her waist, green eyes going wide at her ass in his face, and on his way around the truck he was silently praying to god.

She was definitely chatty when she got comfortable, but he didn’t mind listening. They filled their bellies with Korean bbq and sushi and Terry was still ordering appetizers.

“Please no more, are you trying to stuff me?” In more ways than one he thought to himself, he just loved watching her eat. When she tried something new amongst the appetizers she hit a little happy dance if she liked it. They had ate their fill in food with plenty to bring home, Terry paid the bill and carried their Togo bags and she kept up beside him sipping quietly on her lychee tea. His phone buzzed in the console a few times and he ignored it knowing it was about his shipment, he would get to it when she was no longer around.

“Do you need to get that… am I intruding or something? You can let me know, I’m sure you’re practically booked and busy. Please don’t let me hold you up.”

“They can wait, you’re more important right now.” She turned slightly in her seat and her cognac eyes held his for what felt like hours. And she leaned closer into his space, holding that eye contact.

“You have the most beautiful eyes… they just seem never ending.” His stare intensified and he watched her smile dreamily at him, whatever effect he thought he had on her had been confirmed.

“You keep complimenting me like that and I’ll start to think you got a little crush on me Ms.Evans.”

“Would that be so bad…me liking you?” He shook his head and tucked a braid back into her bun fingers slowly grazing her neck. How bold of her,

“Only if I didn’t like you back.” He smirked and rubbed his fingers against her open palm watching her fingers twitch slightly. “You’re an amazing woman Marina… I’ve been interested in you for a while, but things just didn’t make sense then.” He thought back to a few months ago when he had initially intended on meeting her but he was busy trying to wipe a whole bloodline out at the time and that was time consuming.

Her eyes danced around his face as she listened to him intently, and his right hand rose to her chin to focus them, letting her lean into him to initiate a kiss. But she put her hands up pulled back slowly.

“But Terry what if-“

“Shh.. put your hands down and let it happen, let me in.”

His hands found her face and he pressed his lips to hers in a rush. Her tongue tasted sweet from her drink and the strawberry flavored lip gloss had him sucking her lips into his mouth like a savage. She gripped his shirt and he pulled her into him with a hand on her waist hand rubbing along her back soothingly, chest to chest heads turning left to right to increase the experience. He pulled away from her reluctantly and brought a hand to his lips to kiss.

“Give me a chance to court you and prove myself…if you don’t like what I offer you, then that’ll be it and I won’t bother you again, but if you do..I have so much to show you.”

“A deal is a deal Mr.Richmond..let the games begin.”

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A/N: The girls called for Mafia!Terry??? HERE HE GO😗. Like and reblog if you enjoyed this🫶🏾

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 HYPNOSIS ahn yujin x reader

↳ warnings idol!au, fluff, oc group, yn is an awkward loser and yujin is obsessed with the voice

ECLIPSE had become the name on everyone’s lips lately, and for good reason. when was the last time yg entertainment launched a punk girl group? never. it was fresh, bold, and something so out of the ordinary for an entertainment like yg, exactly what the industry didn’t know it was missing.

yujin vividly recalls the first time she heard a track from the group. the song was called "amnesia." sure, the other members had incredible voices, but there was one in particular that caught her ear.

the girl didn’t get many lines, but when that voice emerged, it was mesmerizing, almost haunting. yujin couldn’t get it out of her head, if she could, she would have that voice on repeat forever.

it made yujin want to find out who the girl was and immediately ask her how did she acquire such a voice and not be the main vocalist?

rei called her a solo stan for that comment.

and sure, yujin could’ve easily found out who that voice belonged to, but there was something thrilling about the mystery.

she knew their faces but had no idea who sang which parts.

there was something fascinating about not knowing, just hearing that voice without attaching it to a name. the mystery made it even more captivating.

then yujin found out ive would be appearing on a variety show with none other than eclipse. as much as she was a little disappointed that her game of mystery was coming to an end, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement.

she wondered what the girl was really like. with a voice like that, she had to be flirty and fun, the kind of person who could charm anyone without even trying.

well…

“eclipse, introduce your names,” one of the mcs said, gesturing toward the four girls. yujin, seated with her group, who had already introduced themselves, scanned the faces of eclipse, hoping to figure out who possessed that voice that had her hypnotized.

“I’m arang the amazing leader of eclipse!”

too high pitched.

“I’m irene, the main vocalist of eclipse!”

nah.

“I’m yn.”

everyone chuckled at the quiet girl’s simple introduction. arang playfully smacked yn’s arm, and yn winced, looking up at the leader. “ouch, you know i have tender arms,” she said, earning another round of laughter from the room, including yujin.

“introduce yourself properly!” arang scolded, while yn adjusted the glasses perched on her face, the sides adorned with sparkly skulls. “I don’t know what I am…”

“she’s our secret weapon.” Irene says saving yn from another slap on her arm, “our secret talent.”

“yeah… I’m that,” yn said a little louder, causing another wave of laughter.

as much as yujin felt a certain pulling towards the girl, her voice was too low.

“I’m celestial! the charm of eclipse!”

that could be her…

“alright you guys can have a seat!”

“so,” the mc starts, “before we go into the haunted house, eclipse prepared a surprise performance for us!”

the girls of ive clapped their hands while yujin mind started racing, this is gonna be it, she’s gonna find out who that voice belonged to.

as eclipse began to sing, yujin kept her eyes fixed on celestia. she had to admit, when celestia introduced herself, she didn’t feel that pull, not like with yn, but still, she fit the image yujin had in her mind of the voice she’d been searching for.

but as the song progressed, yujin quickly realized: celestia wasn’t the one. the song was already a minute in, and she hadn’t heard the voice that had been haunting her thoughts.

celestia had sung a few lines, but it was definitely not her. irene and arang had also had their parts, and still, nothing.

which only left one possibility…

when the bridge of the song came, yujin’s eyes widened. yn was singing. her voice washed over the room, higher and mesmerizing, and yujin felt the same way she had when she first heard it through her phone completely hypnotized.

as they finished yujin was left speechless, not even clapping along with her other members.

“ah, so amazing!” the mc praised the girls, “so this is how it’s gonna go, you guys will be split into groups and a camera will follow you on your journey throughout the haunted house.”

“arang, wonyoung, rei and irene!”

“celestia, liz, gaeul and leeseo!”

“yn and yujin! you two will be in a pair.”

yujin looked at yn who seemed like she was in internal distress that she was separated from her members, she couldn’t help but find the slight pout on the girls face cute.

“there are different entrances that you’ll go through,” the mc continued. “keep your partners close, and have fun—or be insanely scared!”

as they began preparing for the haunted house, yujin couldn’t stop sneaking glances at yn. the girl was quieter than she expected, almost shy, which didn’t match the captivating voice yujin had heard.

and yet, there was something else. a slight awkwardness about her, sure, but also a tomboyish charm in the way she moved like she wasn’t trying too hard to be anything other than herself. 

she watched as yn stood awkwardly in front of celestia who harshly pushed yn towards yujin.

“shit,” yn muttered under her breath, and yujin couldn’t help but chuckle at her awkwardness.

“nervous?” yujin asked, her voice teasing.

yn looked up from fiddling with her belt, which had a large skull buckle, clearly using it as a distraction. “huh? oh, no, i’ve been through plenty of haunted houses,” she replied, her voice calm, though her hands betrayed her. “you?”

yujin watched as yn quickly adjusted her shirt after realizing she’d tugged it up while fixing her belt. yn’s slight fidgeting made yujin grin. “i get scared sometimes…” she admitted, her gaze steady on yn.

yn scratched the back of her neck, eyes flicking up to meet yujin’s. “cool…”

the moment they stepped inside, the air grew thick with tension. eerie sounds echoed around them, and yujin, who was walking slightly ahead of yn, jumped at the first scare, a hand that reached out from the wall. she yelped, stumbling back and nearly crashing into yn, who caught her just in time. 

yn quietly laughed keeping one hand on yujin’s shoulder while the other one adjusted the glasses on her face, “scared sometimes?”

the sound sent a shiver down yujin’s spine, her face heating up despite knowing yn wasn’t trying to be flirty. still, that low voice, so close, caused an unexpected flutter in yujin’s stomach that she couldn’t quite ignore.

yujin shook her head, “heavy on sometimes, wanna walk in front of me?

yn shrugged and went in front of yujin, seems like she wasn’t lying when she said she wasn’t scared.

so why was she fidgeting earlier?

even though she didn’t seem scared that didn’t stop the quiet girl kept muttering under her breath, clearly uncomfortable with the whole experience.

throughout the whole haunted house yujin watch yn in front of her.

she watched how yn awkwardly stumbled through the scares, yujin found herself strangely charmed.

yn wasn’t the flirty, party type she’d imagined. she was dorky and awkward, but in a way that yujin found oddly attractive.

every time yn tripped over something, or yelped at a random noise, yujin’s heart softened a little more.

“you’re really not a fan of this, huh?” yujin asked, glancing down at yn, who was still holding onto her arm, “you don’t seem scared though?”

“nope,” yn muttered, glancing around warily. “Inhate it, though”

a girl with a batter school uniform jumped from behind one of the corners causing yujin to loudly gasp immediately gripping onto yn’s arm who didn’t make a sound but had wide eyes behind her glasses.

yn unintentionally hooked her arm with yujin’s and dragged the older girl the other way, “okay that scared me, I almost shat myself.”

yujin couldn’t help but laugh at the girls words, knowing the editors would definitely have to bleep that out.

yn didn’t seem to notice it but yujin did, even when they were now far away from the girl yn didn’t unlink her and yujin’s arms keeping the girl close beside her throughout the rest of their journey through the house.

they eventually made it to the end of the haunted house, both of them visibly relieved as they stepped out into the light.

yujin stole another glance at her, watching as she adjusted her glasses for what had to be the hundredth time that night. yn’s messy hair, her slightly ruffled clothes, and that sheepish expression on her face, it shouldn’t have been attractive, but to yujin, it was.

as the filming wrapped up, yujin felt a nervous energy building in her chest. she’d spent the entire time getting to know yn in this weird, unintentional way, and now, all she wanted was to spend more time with her.

before yn could walk off to join her members, yujin hesitated for a second, then blurted out, “hey, can i, uh, get your number?”

yn blinked at her, looking almost surprised. “my number?”

yujin nodded, suddenly feeling self conscious. “yeah, you know, just to…keep in touch?” she handed yn her phone.

yn fumbled with her phone, clearly caught off guard. “oh, uh, sure. here.”

as yn awkwardly handed yujin back her oh won number, yujin smiled, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. she had no idea where this was going, but for now, she was content just having this quiet girl with a beautiful voice’s number in her phone.

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Heey, hope this finds you well! Can you make writing notes about psychoses? I'm really interested about writing about my OC's mental state, thanks!

Writing Notes: Psychosis

Defining "Psychosis"

Psychosis - a collection of symptoms that affect the mind, where there has been some loss of contact with reality. During an episode of psychosis, a person’s thoughts and perceptions are disrupted and they may have difficulty recognizing what is real and what is not.

The 3 Main Symptoms of psychosis are:

hallucinations – where a person hears, sees and, in some cases, feels, smells or tastes things that do not exist outside their mind but can feel very real to the person affected by them; a common hallucination is hearing voices

delusions – where a person has strong beliefs that are not shared by others; a common delusion is someone believing there's a conspiracy to harm them

disordered thinking and speaking - a person's thoughts and ideas come very quickly, which can make their speech fast and confusing

The combination of hallucinations and delusional thinking can cause severe distress and a change in behaviour.

Experiencing the symptoms of psychosis is often referred to as having a psychotic episode.

Psychosis occurs when a person loses contact with reality. The person may:

Have false beliefs about what is taking place, or who one is (delusions)

See or hear things that are not there (hallucinations)

It is an abnormal mental state involving significant problems with reality testing.

Characterized by serious impairments or disruptions in the most fundamental higher brain functions:

perception,

cognition and cognitive processing, and

emotions or affect

as manifested in behavioral phenomena, such as:

delusions,

hallucinations, and

significantly disorganized speech

Psychosis is most likely to occur in young adults and is quite common.

Around 3 out of every 100 young people will experience a psychotic episode.

Most make a full recovery from the experience.

Psychosis can happen to anyone.

An episode of psychosis is treatable, and it is possible to recover.

It is widely accepted that the earlier people get help the better the outcome.

25% of people who develop psychosis will never have another episode, another 50% may have more than one episode but will be able to live normal lives.

Some people who develop psychosis may need ongoing support and treatment throughout their lives.

Historically: psychosis referred to any severe mental disorder that significantly interferes with functioning and ability to perform activities essential to daily living.

First Episode Psychosis

Refers to the first time someone experiences psychotic symptoms or a psychotic episode.

People experiencing a first episode may not understand what is happening.

The symptoms can be highly disturbing and unfamiliar, leaving the person confused and distressed.

Unfortunately, negative myths and stereotypes about mental illness and psychosis in particular are still common in the community.

A psychotic episode occurs in 3 phases. The length of each phase varies from person to person:

Phase 1: Prodome (psychosis syndrome)

The early signs may be vague and hardly noticeable. There may be changes in the way some people describe their feelings, thoughts and perceptions, which may become more difficult over time. Each person’s experience will differ and not everyone will experience all of the following "common signs":

Reduced concentration

Decreased motivation

Depressed mood

Sleep disturbance

Anxiety

Social withdrawal

Suspiciousness

Deterioration in functioning

Withdrawal from family and friends

Odd beliefs/magical thinking

[Magical thinking - the belief that events or the behavior of others can be influenced by one’s thoughts, wishes, or rituals. Magical thinking is typical of children up to 4 or 5 years of age, after which reality thinking begins to predominate.]

Phase 2: Acute

The acute phase is when the symptoms of psychosis begin to emerge.

It is also known as the "critical period."

Clear psychotic symptoms are experienced, such as hallucinations, delusions or confused thinking.

During this phase, the person experiencing psychosis can become extremely distressed by what is happening to them or behave in a manner that is so out of character that family members can become extremely concerned and may start to seek help. Before this stage the individual may have been experiencing a more gradual decline.

Phase 3: Recovery

With effective treatment most people will recover from their first episode of psychosis and may never have another episode.

It is important to remember that psychosis is a treatable condition and if help is sought early, an individual may never suffer another episode.

Initially, some of the symptoms that are apparent in the acute phase may linger in the recovery phase but with appropriate treatment most people successfully recover and return to their normal, everyday lives.

Some Symptoms of Psychosis

A person with psychosis may have any of the following:

Disorganized thought and speech

False beliefs that are not based on reality (delusions), especially unfounded fear or suspicion

Hearing, seeing, or feeling things that are not there (hallucinations)

Thoughts that "jump" between unrelated topics (disordered thinking)

What does psychosis look like? Responding to things, losing track of thoughts, appearing frightened or being very sure of things which don’t seem to be true, some people are more withdrawn, or their personality seems different. Big changes in behaviour and ability to do their usual activities.

Each person who experiences psychosis will have a unique experience and combination of symptoms, which may include:

Hearing, seeing, smelling, feeling or tasting things that other people don’t (sometimes called hallucinations)

Feeling unsafe and that people are working against you, or trying to harm you

Believing that you have special powers or abilities

Noticing patterns or feeling that things have a special significance for you (such as believing a famous song has been written about you or an event in the news has been caused by you)

Finding it hard to follow conversations, getting muddled in your thoughts or when speaking

Feeling that your thoughts have been removed or tampered with, or that someone else is in control of your body

Some people also become quite withdrawn and experience loss of motivation and emotions

When experiencing psychosis, people often struggle with their relationships, daily activities, school or work.

Some people, when told they have psychosis, worry that they might have a long-term mental illness like schizophrenia.

It’s important to know that psychosis can happen for all sorts of different reasons and having an episode doesn’t necessarily mean that you will have another or that you will have a long-term problem.

Psychotic symptoms typically include changes in thinking, mood and behavior. Symptoms vary from person to person and may change over time. Some of the more characteristic symptoms can be grouped into 5 categories:

Confused Thinking: Thoughts become muddled or confused. The person may not make sense when speaking. The person may have difficulty concentrating, following a conversation or remembering things. His or her mind may race or appear to be processing information in slow motion.

False Beliefs: False beliefs, known as delusions, are common. The person can be so convinced of the reality of their delusion that no amount of logical argument can dissuade them. For example, they may believe the police are watching them, or they might think they are receiving special messages from the television, radio or newspaper.

Hallucinations: In psychosis, the person sees, hears, feels, smells or tastes something that is not actually there. For example, they may hear voices which no one else can hear, or see things which aren’t there. Things may taste or smell as if they are bad or even poisoned.

Changed feelings: How someone feels may change for no apparent reason. They may feel strange and cut off from the world. Mood swings are common and they may feel unusually excited or depressed. A person’s emotions feel dampened and they may show less emotion to those around them.

Changed behavior: People with psychosis may behave differently from the way they usually do. They may be extremely active or lethargic. They may laugh inappropriately or become angry or upset without apparent cause. Often, changes in behavior are associated with the symptoms already described above. For example, a person believing they are in danger may call the police. Someone who believes he is Jesus Christ may spend the day preaching in the streets. A person may stop eating because they are concerned that the food is poisoned, or have trouble sleeping because they are scared.

The symptoms of psychosis are often categorized as either “positive” or “negative.”

Positive symptoms are those that add to or distort the person’s normal functioning. They include:

delusions (false beliefs that are firmly held and are out of keeping with the person’s culture)

hallucinations (hearing, seeing, tasting, smelling or feeling something that is not actually there)

disorganized speech, thoughts or behaviour (e.g., switching rapidly between subjects in speaking; finding it hard to concentrate or follow a conversation; being unable to complete everyday tasks).

Negative symptoms involve normal functioning becoming lost or reduced. They may include:

restricted emotional and facial expression

restricted speech and verbal fluency

difficulty with generating ideas or thoughts

reduced ability to begin tasks

reduced socialization and motivation.

Other symptoms may include:

cognitive symptoms, such as difficulties with attention, concentration and memory

mood changes

suicidal thoughts or behaviours

substance abuse

sleep disturbances.

Possible Causes of Psychosis

Medical problems that can cause psychosis include:

Alcohol and certain illegal drugs, both during use and during withdrawal

Brain diseases, such as Parkinson disease and Huntington disease

Brain tumors or cysts

Dementia (including Alzheimer disease)

HIV and other infections that affect the brain

Some prescription drugs, such as steroids and stimulants

Some types of epilepsy

Stroke

Psychosis may also be found in:

Most people with schizophrenia

Some people with bipolar disorder (manic-depressive) or severe depression

Some personality disorders

Assessment

Psychiatric evaluation and testing are used to diagnose the cause of the psychosis. Laboratory testing and brain scans may not be needed, but sometimes can help pinpoint the diagnosis. Tests may include:

Blood tests for abnormal electrolyte and hormone levels

Blood tests for syphilis and other infections

Drug screens

MRI of the brain

Clinician-Rated Dimensions of Psychosis Symptom Severity. The American Psychiatric Association is offering a number of “emerging measures” for further research and clinical evaluation.

These patient assessment measures were developed to be administered at the initial patient interview and to monitor treatment progress.

They should be used in research and evaluation as potentially useful tools to enhance clinical decision-making and not as the sole basis for making a clinical diagnosis.

Treatment

Depends on the cause of the psychosis.

Care in a hospital is often needed to ensure the person's safety.

Antipsychotic drugs, which reduce hallucinations and delusions and improve thinking and behavior, are helpful.

Psychosis can prevent people from functioning normally and caring for themselves.

Left untreated, people can sometimes harm themselves or others.

Prevention depends on the cause. For example, avoiding alcohol prevents psychosis caused by alcohol use.

Coordinated specialty care consists of multiple components:

Individual or group psychotherapy is tailored to a person’s recovery goals. Cognitive and behavioral therapies focus on developing the knowledge and skills necessary to build resilience and cope with aspects of psychosis while maintaining and achieving personal goals.

Family support and education programs teach family members about psychosis as well as coping, communication, and problem-solving skills. Family members who are informed and involved are more prepared to help loved ones through the recovery process.

Medication management (also called pharmacotherapy) means tailoring medication to a person’s specific needs by selecting the appropriate type and dose of medication to help reduce psychosis symptoms. Like all medications, antipsychotic medications have risks and benefits. People should talk with a health care provider about side effects, medication costs, and dosage preferences (daily pill or monthly injection).

Supported employment and education services focus on return to work or school, using the support of a coach to help people achieve their goals.

Case management provides opportunities for people with psychosis to work with a case manager to address practical problems and improve access to needed support services.

How well a person does depends on the cause of the psychosis.

If the cause can be corrected, the outlook is often good. In this case, treatment with antipsychotic medicine may be brief.

Some chronic conditions, such as schizophrenia, may need lifelong treatment with antipsychotic drugs to control symptoms.

Early Intervention

Research has found that early intervention is beneficial for patients and loved ones for the following reasons:

Less treatment resistance and lower risk of relapse

Reduced risk for suicide

Reduced disruptions to work or school attendance

Retention of social skills and support

Decreased need for hospitalization

More rapid recovery and better prognosis

Reduced family disruption and distress

A person will often show changes in their behavior before psychosis develops. Behavioral warning signs for psychosis include:

Suspiciousness, paranoid ideas, or uneasiness with others

Trouble thinking clearly and logically

Withdrawing socially and spending a lot more time alone

Unusual or overly intense ideas, strange feelings, or a lack of feelings

Decline in self-care or personal hygiene

Disruption of sleep, including difficulty falling asleep and reduced sleep time

Difficulty telling reality from fantasy

Confused speech or trouble communicating

Sudden drop in grades or job performance

Alongside these symptoms, a person with psychosis may also experience more general changes in behavior that include:

Emotional disruption

Anxiety

Lack of motivation

Difficulty functioning overall

In some cases, a person experiencing a psychotic episode may behave in confusing and unpredictable ways and may harm themselves or become threatening or violent toward others. The risk of violence and suicide decreases with treatment for psychosis, so it is important to seek help. If you find that you are experiencing these changes in behavior or notice them in a friend or family member and they begin to intensify or do not go away, reach out to a health care provider.

IN TEENS OR YOUNG ADULTS. Before having clear symptoms of psychosis, a teen or young adult often experiences distressing changes in thoughts and emotions. They might:

believe something odd is going on with them, or feel confused about what is real or imaginary

feel singled out, watched, or not fully in control of their thoughts

report changes in perception, such as their eyes or ears playing tricks, hearing jumbled, incomprehensible voices, or seeing shadows or figures in the corners of their eyes

ask for help in trying to make sense of unsettling experiences like these.

Programs specializing in psychosis risk aim to reach out to these individuals.

Recognizing the early signs of psychoses are important in order to get appropriate treatment as early as possible. Early symptoms of psychosis may include, but are not limited to:

odd or bizarre behavior

changes in thinking or speech

decrease in personal hygiene

social withdrawal

preoccupation with a particular topic

marked changes in emotion

Other, more obvious symptoms may include: 

extreme suspicion of others,

paranoia, 

auditory or visual hallucinations,

delusions and odd, irrational beliefs.

Psychosis is often stigmatized and misunderstood, which can get in the way of getting help. But research has shown that three-quarters of people who do get effective help early can experience relief from their symptoms.

For people who show signs of a possible psychosis, sometimes called "attenuated psychosis syndrome," only about one-third go on to develop a full-blown psychosis. However, they usually have symptoms of depression and anxiety, which can benefit from treatment.

Psychosis as a Symptom

A number of mental illnesses can include psychosis as a symptom, including:

Schizophrenia: A person has some psychotic symptoms for at least 6 months, with a significant decline in the ability to function.

Schizophreniform disorder: A person has some psychotic symptoms for more than one month and less than 6 months.

Bipolar disorder: With this type of illness, the symptoms of psychosis relate more to mood disturbance than to thought disturbance.

Schizoaffective disorder: A person will have symptoms of schizophrenia and, at some point in the course of illness, concurrent symptoms of a mood disturbance.

Depression with psychotic features: A person has severe depression and symptoms of psychosis without the mania associated with bipolar disorder.

Drug-induced psychosis: The use of drugs such as cannabis, cocaine, ecstasy, ketamine, LSD, amphetamines and alcohol can sometimes cause psychotic symptoms.

Organic psychosis: Sometimes, symptoms of psychosis may appear as a result of a physical illness or a head injury.

Brief psychotic disorder: This type of psychosis usually lasts less than a month. It is sometimes triggered by a major stress in the person's life, such as a death in the family.

Delusional disorder: This type of psychosis consists of very strong, fixed beliefs in things that are not true, without the presence of hallucinations.

Psychotic Disorder - any of a number of severe mental disorders, regardless of etiology, characterized by gross impairment in reality testing. The accuracy of perceptions and thoughts is incorrectly evaluated, and incorrect inferences are made about external reality, even in the face of contrary evidence. Specific symptoms indicative of psychotic disorders are delusions, hallucinations, and markedly disorganized speech, thought, or behavior; individuals may have little or no insight into their symptoms. Some examples of psychotic disorders are schizophrenia, schizophreniform disorder, schizoaffective disorder, delusional disorder, brief psychotic disorder, and psychotic disorders due to a substance (see substance-induced psychotic disorder) or to a medical condition.

How to help someone else experiencing symptoms of psychosis:

Often, family and friends help identify someone who is struggling with psychosis, and suffering from their symptoms, so they're important to getting them in touch with professionals who can help.

Stressful life events, such as going off to college or breaking up with a significant other, can trigger psychosis. Further research is needed into why this is, but a low underlying "stress tolerance" level is often seen.

It's all right to mention to someone that you're worried about them, and open the door to discussing it at that point or later. You can find out if there's an early-psychosis clinic near you, and provide information or offer to contact them.

If you notice signs that they're harming themselves, that's the time to seek immediate help, often by starting with contacting suicide hotline or nearby psychiatric emergency room for advice. People with psychosis have 10 to 15 times the risk of suicidal thoughts or behaviors than others.

Treatment, support and how to help find answers for people struggling with psychosis:

Treatments for people showing potential signs of psychosis mostly focus on talk therapy, also called cognitive behavioral therapy. Family and group therapy are also important, and can be done virtually.

For people who show clear breaks with reality, antipsychotic medication can help greatly. The vast majority of people who receive these medicines experience improvement in their symptoms, but they may also experience side effects, so it's important to work with a trained professional to find the best fit.

Women who experienced postpartum psychosis after having a baby are at high risk of experiencing it again if they have another pregnancy, and should receive special attention during and after pregnancy.

A very small number of people with psychosis may be driven by their paranoia or hallucinations to act strangely in public or try to harm others. If you find yourself having to call the police because of such behaviors, make sure they understand and acknowledge that the person you're calling about has a mental health condition and needs help getting to appropriate care.

Just like many infectious diseases can cause a fever, psychosis is part of many mental health conditions – but what exactly causes it isn't well understood. That's why researchers needs people with psychosis to consider taking part in the studies they're running.

"Psychosis strikes in the years when people are just starting to be truly independent in life, work and school, which can make it especially devastating to the person and the family. The process of brain maturation depends on a lot of things going right inside our brains and if they don't, things can go askew. The longer they go untreated, the higher the chance they may experience damage to the brain and be worse off even when they get treatment." Stephan Taylor M.D., who leads a team at Michigan Medicine that specializes in early care for psychosis

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 ⚜ More: Notes ⚜ Resources PDFs

Writing about Mental Health Conditions

Hi, here are some references. Choose which ones are most appropriate to incorporate in your story. If possible, it would also be valuable if you know person/s who experience psychosis & speaking with them about it (or if you have personal experiences you could draw from). There's a wide range, so narrowing your depiction down to model one specific life story (or borrowing from just a few) could make your writing more realistic. Do go through the sources linked above as well for more details I wasn't able to include here. Hope this helps with your writing!

[untoldstar]

Your writing is addictiveeeee. Can u do ur ocs reaction to being cheated on by reader? Im so down bad for jesse 😫 hes just a lil guy who wants to be loved! Sue me!

The yanderes reaction to you cheating on them

Thank you smmm🫶 but fr I’m down bad for Jesse as well even tho he’s a lil psycho🫠

I can make a part two for the rest of the oc’s if anyone’s interested I just usually go for these oc’s because they’re the most popular and seem like a common favorite.

warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere themes, murder, stealing appearance and changing appearance (not reader), nsfw content, imprisonment, keeping reader locked up.

find out more about these characters here.

Ava (yandere best friend)

She’d go off the rails. She’ll cry and sob her heart out. she won’t talk to anyone except for you. Her phone is filled with missed calls and worried messages from her family and friends. Everyone gets so worried they start showing up at her apartment door but she’s too busy crying into her pillow waiting for your call or to hear your sweet voice outside her door.

She’d take you back in a heartbeat. Just please please don’t leave her.

Even if you already moved on and decided to be with your partner she’s still stuck on you and obsessing over how to get you back.

She’d go over every detail of the physical traits of the bitch you cheated on her with and tries to match it. What did you even see in them? they’re nothing compared to her!

Doesn’t matter. She’ll do whatever it takes. She’ll go as far as dying her hair, getting new piercings if they had any, changing her makeup, changing her entire wardrobe.

You’re absolutely mortified when she shows up at your doorstep looking like your partners lost twin.

Theo (yandere boss)

All his past paranoia will come right up to the surface. He’s always wanted to lock you up so no one would look at you so. No one would breathe your air. He didn’t want anyone to have the pleasure of even looking at you.

And you’ve finally given him a reason.

He has you cooped up in his mansion with no way of getting out. You’re always watched and monitored. Most of the week he’s working from home to be around you. Clothing you, feeding you, bathing you. He won’t let you out of your sight for a single second.

And every time you ask about your partner he’d smile softly and tell you to not worry about them. They don’t mean anything to you anymore.

Because they’re not here anymore.

Warner (rich yandere)

He can never be angry with you. No never~

But he will give you the punishment you deserve.

And he has certain methods for punishment like having you tied up to his bed and leaving you all alone in a dark lonely room with a vibrator strapped to your cunt.

You’re not truly alone of course, he’s always watching you with the cameras he set up.

Howw else is he supposed to stop the vibrator right when you’re about to cum?

Other than making you struggle for his forgiveness he also has to keep you busy while he gets rid of your little problem. He’s hurt people for you before and certainly has killed them but he’s never gotten to this level of cold blooded torture.

He spills their blood while in a trance like state, he’s absolutely drenched in their blood and the scene is gruesome enough to have his body guards who have seen many similar things while working with him not withstand this particular scene.

But you won’t know any of it, you don’t have to. They’re a distant memory by the time he’s back home in brand new clothes and looking as sharp as ever. Some of that rage is still simmering under that cool exterior though so he’s not quite finished with you yet.

Yandere bully

You’re not even in a relationship the guy tortures you on a daily basis! but he saw you get all blushy and smiling while another guy was teasing you in the hallway.

You never blush when he messes you what the fuck is that about?

That’s as good as cheating in his delusional mind.

He starts clinging to you everyday even more than before. Scowling and glaring at any guy who passes you by like a guard dog. You’re too focused on his asshole behavior to notice that you haven’t even seen the guy since.

You’ve heard students around you murmuring about a student who’s been in such a bad accident that he can’t even walk anymore. So many broken bones, swollen flesh, he might have even gotten a brain injury. Poor thing can’t even come to school anymore.

You never made the dots…

bonus! Yandere tentacle monster

Nom.

Let’s not forget this guy is an actual monster the second that guy gets on top of you on the bed he has already devoured him.

He walks toward you with an icy expression while wiping the blood off his mouth not paying any mind to your mortified expressions.

“You could’ve of at least brought a proper meal pet. That tasted absolutely terrible. I’d much rather eat you instead~”

the person reader cheated with knowing they’re absolutely fucked no matter who the oc is:

[goodkushnalchohol]

THE ONLY EXCEPTION ‧₊˚ੈ ponyboy curtis x fem!reader greaser reader / fluff / dallas winston younger sibling reader / lowk an oc background or upbringing / academic rivals to lovers / mentions of sa / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread

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CHAPTER ONE

as she stepped out from the darkness of the theatre and into the bright sunlight, y/n had only two things on her mind - paul newman and a ride home. paul newman is a good looking guy, and the only real attractive person around her is sodapop curtis, and she wouldn’t even think of sodapop like that.

in her opinion, sodapop was the best looking from the gang. he had a perfectly set jaw with a movie star smile and golden brown hair, he was basically perfect. all the curtis brother were good looking. darry was a big muscular guy, with a real hard face, but it made him look good, he was an attractive looking guy.

ponyboy however, she didn’t like him too much because he didn’t like her, so she tried not to get his looks mixed up with his personality. even though he had that curtis charm, he was still horrible to her.

the movie was great, but her friends didn’t think so. they were socs, and they weren’t too fond on the idea of sports or anything like that, let alone pool.

she wished she had better friends to go to the movies with. the only films her friend grouped liked were the summertime beach ones or romance, so she had to really beg them to come see ‘the hustler.’

conveniently enough, ponyboy was in the same screening as her, and was just a couple of steps ahead of her. ‘i’m gonna walk home with ponyboy is that alright with you guys?’ her friends glanced past her for the boy, making sure she wasn’t just ditching them after eating their popcorn. ‘yeah go ahead, we’ll see on you monday!’

she was left with a chorus of goodbyes as she walked away, catching up with ponyboy. ‘hey pony!’ his pace slowed a bit, peeking behind him slowly incase it was a soc.

she really wishes she didn’t have to do this, but it was scary being a greaser girl walking the streets alone, and it was even worse having dallas winston as your brother.

he stopped in his tracks, leaning against the wall beside him and waited for her. he rolled in eyes at her presence, wishing she could’ve just kept to herself and not bothered him.

when she finally caught up to him, they didn’t even glance at eachother, but they both knew it was safer to walk together then alone. it wasn’t even a minute of walking in silence before they were joined by a red corvair beside them on the road filled with socs.

‘just stay quiet and walk faster.’

the car trailed beside for a bit, whistling and hollering at the two walking. they eventually reached their breaking point and a whole bunch of them got out of the car, looked like five or six of them to y/n.

they kept walking, and even though they kept their mouths shut, they both knew they were both thinking about what happened to johnny a few weeks prior. she didn’t carry a blade and she knew ponyboy didn’t either, it would just give the cops more of a reason to separate him and his brothers, so as of right now - they were screwed.

the group of socs surrounded them, smirking at the situation they were in. ‘hey grease.’ they all laughed at that opening line, like some sort of unfunny inside joke.

she tried to remember their faces, but she could only name two of them - bob sheldon and randy anderson, who were the most soc people you could come by. they were all dressed well and cleanly shaven, but there was something about them that seemed dirty. like they had the most foul personalities on the planet and disgusting smug grins.

‘we’re gonna do you a favour, greaser. we’re gonna cut all that long greasy hair off.’ she could feel ponyboy tense up from beside her, and she knew all the boys treasured their long hair greatly.

there was one soc in particular, who’s about two grades above her in school who always has his eyes on her, he was big enough to pin her down, and she really didn’t like the way he was looking at her right now either.

she zoned out on what they were saying and tried to look for a way to get out. there was nothing. she only realised how deep shit they were in when a medium blonde guy pulled a knife from his back pocket and flipped it open, staring at ponyboy. she could feel him back up, straight into one of their chests.

they all ganged up on him, so she took that as her chance to get away and find a broken pop bottle or something. she remembered the time steve held off a couple of guys with one, she couldn’t only hope she would have the same luck.

unfortunately, a big one grabbed the hood of her jacket, pulling her to the ground. she tried to crawl away, but two of them got her by the ankles and pinned her on her back.

ponyboy’s pained cries echoed in her ears, she tried to block out the sound and close her eyes, but the guy on top of her was so close it was hard to focus on anything else.

his hand undone the first button on her shirt and he smirked, until she got one of her hands free and socked him right in the eye. she didn’t feel anything after that, but she could tell she was free and immediately rolled onto her hands and knees, pushing herself up from the floor.

she felt like vomiting, and her heart was beating so fast she could feel it through her chest. everything made her dizzy but she couldn’t sit back down and make a big deal of it, she had to man up.

the clothes were dirty and her hair was all over the place. she looked at the car the socs left in, and she just prayed they weren’t gonna do what she thought they were gonna do to her.

she glanced over at pony, who was still sprawled out on the ground with sodapop hovering over him, trying to sit him up straight. she couldn’t hear what he was saying, and she honestly didn’t want to.

johnny came up beside her, and they watched as the gang chased after the corvair or helped ponyboy ease up. she was grateful it wasn’t her who had the blade pulled on her.

‘you alright?’ he asked quietly, watching as her gaze shifted around awkwardly. ‘yeah i’m fine. i didn’t have no blade on my throat.’

she sent him a small smile as thank you

she kept her eyes on pony, who was still shaking like a dog and looked on the verge of tears while being held by soda. his neck was bleeding real bad and he had blood smeared on his cheek, but no one said anything - probably because the gang thought it looked tough.

steve appeared at her other side, clapping her on the back and wiping dirt off her jacket. ‘they didn’t getcha too bad, did they y/n?’ his concern made sodapop look over to her, which led the rest of the gang awaiting her answer.

‘i said i’m fine, honest. y’all should be worrying about ponyboy, not me.’

two-bit swung his arm round her neck, dragging her towards the curtis house as he did so. ‘but you’re like our very own kid sister! we gotta worry for you too.’ she lightly chuckled at his words, and laughed harder once he started ruffling her hair.

two could be a real piece of work sometimes, and with y/n he was even worse. many people who didn’t know them too well thought two-bit was her brother instead of dally, but dally made sure it was a known fact they were siblings.

the curtis brothers who were trailing behind them only questioned pony, deciding against laughing with everyone else. ‘easy ponyboy, they ain’t gonna hurt you no more. either of you.’ soda claimed, poking her in the back. darry placed a hand on her shoulder in agreement to his brother.

‘i don’t want anyone walking by themselves no more, especially you three.’ darry gestured to y/n, ponyboy and johnny, who all nodded in response - yet they all knew his demands were mere suggestions. ‘it’s just too risky and dangerous, and i sure as hell ain’t bringing any of y’all to the hospital.’ the man continued.

‘hey you won’t ever be bringing y/n cause there’ll be no need. my sister is as tough as nails.’ dally came by, giving a heavy shove to the girl and pushed her from the footpath. ‘i didn’t know you were out of the cooler yet dally.’ she spoke, regaining her balance and joining the group once again.

she couldn’t even remember what he was in for this time, but it mustn’t have been too bad if he was let out early.

he waved his hands around to grab her attention with a cigarette in his mouth, before taking it out and blowing the smoke out. ‘good behaviour. got out early.’ he passed the cigarette to johnny, and soon enough they were all smoking the same blunt - all except y/n.

‘hey i gotta split.’ two-bit said as he walked toward his old, beaten up piece of junk. ‘get over here and give me a push start!’ both y/n and johnny got behind the trunk of his car, and began to push once he started the engine.

‘see ya guys later!’

y/n sighed as she watched two-bit drive away in the evening sun, and now she was ready to go home and fall fast asleep in her warm bed. ‘i better go aswell, jan would want me home by now.’ she started, saying goodbyes to each of the boys. ‘let me walk ya, can’t go by yourself again.’ dally said, falling in line with her steps.

as the two siblings walked home in comfort, the curtis house was quiet enough. soda had finished giving darry a massage and now they were all in bed, trying to calm down after what happened to the youngest of them.

ponyboy lay alongside his brother sodapop, who he thought was asleep by now. ‘soda?’ ponyboy wasn’t even sure he was awake, but he was no way near tired himself. ‘yeah?’ his brother answered quietly.

‘how come you dropped out?’

there were often random things that ponyboy thought about when his mind couldn’t stop racing, and this was one of them. he also wondered what his life would be like with his parents, without y/n, and with more y/n - but he told himself not to think about that one.

he could hear sodapop sigh before responding. ‘ ’cause i’m dumb. the only things i was passing anyway were auto mechanics and gym.’ pony rolled his eyes at his brothers naiveness.

‘you’re not dumb.’

‘yeah i am. shut up and ill tell you something. don’t tell darry though.’

ponyboy propped himself up on one arm, looking down on soda to hear his words. sodapop always had the best news in town, working in the dx made him that way.

soda shot him a smile, before rolling over to his back. ‘i think i’m gonna marry sandy. after she gets out of school and i get a better job and everything. i might wait till you get out of school, though. so i can still help darry with the bills and stuff.’

the brunette boy leaned away, soaking in his brothers words. ‘tuff enough. wait till i get out, though, so you can keep darry off my back.’ he absolutely dreaded the day soda leaves.

‘don’t be like that kid, i told you he don’t mean half of what he says.’

ponyboy laid flat on his back once more, pondering what to say next. ‘you in love with sandy? what’s it like?’

he dreamt of having a sandy for himself. someone really pretty looking who loved and cared for him. he could hear sodapop sigh happily. ‘it’s real nice.’ the reply lingered in the air for a moment before soda turned and faced ponyboy.

his eyebrows were scrunched and a teasing smile played on his face. ‘why are you asking about love anyway? you got someone in school you like seeing?’

ponyboy whipped his head around to face his brother, causing them to both laugh. ‘absolutely not.’ he said sternly yet with a slight chuckle resting on his lips.

‘is it y/n?’

the boy could only raise a brow at his brother, silently telling him to quiet down. ‘don’t look at me like that because i know how you really feel!’ he pulled a pillow over his head to shield his ears from his annoyance of a sibling.

the words echoed in his head as he lulled to sleep, playing tricks on his mind and toying with his dreams.

‘shut the hell up.’

next

authors note!! i’m so sorry but this is gonna be it for a week or so but i have so much work to do in school and im actually sick at the minute so i gotta take a break from writing. i’m also aware this isn’t that good but bear with me bc we’re just getting started, i promised it’ll get better and i’ll include more ponyboy moments. likes and reblogs are appreciated x

©veluques - pls do not copy/post my works on any other platforms!!

[unbuttonedown]

Fault Lines / Chapter 2.5

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Wife!reader (Mitchell!reader)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Consensual, legal age-gap relationship; Estranged Father/Daughter relationship (Maverick & Reader); Named Simpson!OC child; Angst; Pregnancy; No Beta

Synopsis: After the successful Dagger Squad mission, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell returns home — only to be blindsided by the revelation that his estranged daughter is married to Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson. Maverick is forced to confront the years he lost and the family he never knew existed. Tensions rise between the two men as Maverick struggles to find his place in a life that has moved on without him, leaving the question — can broken bonds ever truly be repaired?

A/N: Maverick's POV!

previous chapter / next chapter

Maverick stood there long after you left, watching as your car disappeared out of sight, taillights fading into the dusk. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground, but his mind was racing — still trying to process what had just happened. 

You had a family. A real family. One that didn’t need him in it. 

The realization settled in his chest like dead weight. 

The sound of approaching footsteps barely registered before Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw’s voice cut through the haze. “What the hell was that?” 

Maverick blinked, finally tearing his gaze away from where you had been moments ago. Bradley stood in front of him, arms crossed, his expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, and Bob Floyd hovered behind him, all wearing varying degrees of intrigue. 

“Not now, guys.” Maverick sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He should’ve known they’d come looking for answers. 

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, though even he knew that was a weak attempt at brushing it off. 

Jake let out a short laugh, clearly unconvinced. “That didn’t look like nothing, Mav.” He tilted his head toward where you had been standing. “Who was she?” 

Maverick didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t sure how to. 

Nat, perceptive as ever, narrowed her eyes. “Mav?” 

He sighed before finally turning to them. “That was my daughter.” 

Silence. 

Bradley’s eyebrows shot up. “Your what?” 

“Your daughter?” Bob repeated, his normally quiet voice laced with surprise. 

Jake let out a low whistle, looking far too entertained. “Well, that explains the look on your face.” 

Bradley blinked. “Wait, wait — back up. Since when do you have a daughter?” 

Maverick let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Since she was born.”  

Jake snorted. “Well yeah, that’s usually how it works.”

Maverick shot him a look before running a hand through his hair. “We haven’t talked in years,” he admitted. “Not since she was in college.” 

That seemed to catch Bradley’s attention in particular. He frowned, arms still crossed, but something in his expression softened — just a little. 

“Damn,” Jake muttered. “That’s rough, old man.” 

Nat elbowed him. “Not helping.” 

Maverick barely heard them. His mind was still spinning, stuck on you — on the protective way Cyclone had stood beside you, on the way your little girl called him Daddy. 

His throat felt tight.

Jake raised a brow. “So what, did she track you down?”

Maverick let out another humorless chuckle. “No. That was… coincidence.” He shook his head. “I didn’t even know she was going to be here. Or that she —“ He stopped short, running a hand over his face again. 

Nat narrowed her eyes. “That she what?” 

Maverick exhaled, looking at the group. “That she’s married to Cyclone.” 

If the silence before had been heavy, this one was practically deafening. 

Jake actually coughed in surprise. “I’m sorry, what?” 

Bob’s eyes went wide. “Vice Admiral Simpson?” 

Bradley looked like he was having an existential crisis. “You’re telling me your daughter — who you haven’t spoken to in years — is married to Cyclone?” 

Maverick nodded, exhausted. “Yep.” 

“And they have a kid?” 

“Yep.” 

“…And another on the way?” 

“Yep.” 

Another silence. Then, Jake burst out laughing. 

“Oh, this is rich,” he said, shaking his head. “Mav, your arch-nemesis is your son-in-law?” He whistled, hands on his hips. “That is unbelievable.” 

Maverick shot him a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. He barely had the energy to process this himself, let alone deal with Hangman’s amusement. 

Nat, still clearly stunned, sat with it for a moment before shaking her head. “Okay, but… why haven’t you talked to her in years?” 

That was the part Maverick didn’t want to get into. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away. “It’s complicated.” 

Bradley studied him for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze. Maybe because, for the first time, he was seeing Maverick from a different perspective — not as the mentor who had made mistakes, not as the reckless pilot who always pushed limits, but as a father. A father who had been absent. 

The weight of that realization sat heavy between them, unspoken. 

Finally, Bradley sighed. “So… what are you gonna do?” 

Maverick wished he had an answer. 

The Hard Deck was quieter then usual that night. A few pilots lingered in the corner, nursing beers and swapping stories, but the usual rowdy energy was missing. It was just as well — Maverick wasn’t in the mood for noise. 

He sat at the bar, his fingers curled loosely around a bottle of beer, watching the condensation drip onto the napkin beneath it. His mind was still spinning, replaying every second of that encounter on the tarmac. The look in your eyes. The protective way Cyclone had stood beside you. The way Stella had looked up at him, so trusting, so curious — a little girl who had no idea who he was. 

A little girl who should have. 

He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. Jesus. 

“Didn’t take you for the ‘drink alone and sulk’ type.” 

Maverick didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. 

Bradley slid onto the stool beside him, signaling Penny for a beer. She gave Maverick a pointed look before grabbing one from the fridge and popping the cap off, sliding it across the counter to Bradley. She didn’t ask questions, but she’d been around long enough to know something was up. 

Maverick sighed. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating with the squad?” 

Bradley shrugged. “Maybe.” He took a sip, eyes flicking over to him. “But I figured you’d be here.” 

Maverick huffed out a quiet chuckle. “That predictable, huh?” 

Bradley tilted his head, considering. “Only when you’re avoiding something.” 

Maverick didn’t respond. Just traced the label on his beer, his mind still a thousand miles away. 

Bradley let the silence sit for a beat before finally asking, “So what happened?” 

Maverick tensed slightly, but he knew this was coming. He let out a slow breath. “What do you mean?” 

Bradley gave him a look. “You and her.” He took another sip of his beer. “You haven’t talked in years. Why?” 

Maverick swallowed, his grip tightening around the bottle. 

He could have given a hundred answers. He could have said that life just got in the way, that his career had always been demanding, that some relationships just drift. But Bradley would see right through the bullshit. 

So Maverick exhaled, staring down at the counter. “I left.” 

Bradley frowned. “Yeah, I got that part.” 

Maverick shook his head. “No. I mean — I was never really there to begin with.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “I tried. In my own way. I’d show up when I could, send postcards, make phone calls… but I was never consistent. Never someone she could count on.” 

Bradley was quiet, just listening. 

Maverick took another sip, gathering his thoughts. “I thought I was protecting her by keeping my distance. By not letting her get too attached to someone who could be gone at any moment." He shook his head. “But all I did was make her feel like she wasn’t enough to keep me around.” 

He didn’t have to look at Bradley to know he was thinking the same thing. 

It was different, in a way. Maverick had pulled Bradley’s papers to keep him safe, to keep him alive. But the result had been the same — he had left someone he loved questioning why they hadn’t been enough. 

Bradley exhaled, setting his beer down. “So what happened? What was the final straw?” 

Maverick let out a slow breath. “We fought. She was in college. I missed something important. I don’t even remember what it was now — some event, some milestone. I told myself I’d make it up to her.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “I never did.” 

Bradley studied him for a long moment. “And you never reached out after that?” 

Maverick shook his head. “Didn’t think she’d want me to.” 

Silence stretched between them. 

Bradley sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “You know, Mav… at some point, you have to stop deciding for other people what’s best for them.” 

Maverick stiffened slightly, but Bradley wasn’t angry. Just… tired. Like he had seen this play out before. 

And maybe he had. 

Maverick swallowed hard, staring down at his drink. He wanted to believe it wasn’t too late. That somehow, after all these years, he could fix  it. But when he thought about the way you stood next to Cyclone, the way you had pulled Stella close, the way you looked at him like a ghost from a past you didn’t want back… 

He wasn’t sure if this was something he could fix, but he knew that he was going to try. 

[burtreynolds-esquire]

Ashes

Chapter One - Change

Lottie Matthews x gn!reader

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'You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honour.' - Aristotle.

You moved to Wiskayok, NJ during the Summer of ‘95. Before the faithful day of the Yellowjackets plane crash, you have to navigate a normal high school life of friendships, crushes, unnecessary drama, actual serious drama, a shitty home life, and cheering at the sidelines for the girl’s soccer team.

Covers pre-crash, wilderness, and adult timeline.

Mature rating for later chapters for obvious Yellowjackets reasons. Cannibalism, violence, injuries, lots of swearing, possible sexual content (we’ll see).

AN: I originally wrote this with my OC in mind and changed the pronouns and everything for a reader version for tumblr. I noticed tumblr folk prefer reader inserts over OC’s so I did my best to accommodate that. There may be slip ups of female pronouns but I did my best to change every single one. I’ve kept it as vague as I can for the reader but certain things I can’t change, such as Lottie’s height being taller than the reader, the reader’s backstory and hobbies (which are still fairly vague in comparison to my OC) and during intimate scenes later on (if I write them) reader may be AFAB, it depends how well I am at writing sexual content without using gender specific words. I’ll do my best though!

~ Well begun is half done ~

1995

The warm rays of the late-afternoon sun cast a pleasant glow over the trailer park as it made its descent in the cloudless sky. A potent smell of marijuana lingered in the air as two teenagers sat on the back door steps of one trailer in particular, sharing a joint.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come tonight?” Natalie Scatorccio asked her companion before taking a drag of the joint in her hand.

Natalie had met you, the seventeen year old who was currently sitting to her right, just a few weeks ago when you and your mother had moved to New Jersey from out of state. The two of you had grown somewhat close rather quickly, bonding over your paternal trauma and habit for smoking weed.

“Absolutely not,” you replied, your accent a stark difference to that of your New Jersey friend. “I don’t know anyone there and I’ll just be stuck on my own all night while you have Kevyn following you around like a little duckling.” You took the joint off Natalie as soon as it was offered to you again.

“Come on, it’ll be a good way to meet some people before school starts,” Nat tried to persuade you. “Besides, it’s the last weekend of Summer vacation and the party’s at the resident rich girl’s house… a house that has a pool. Which means it’ll be your final chance to attend a pool party before school starts.”

“Then I definitely don’t wanna go,” you replied as you gave what was left of the joint back to Nat. “The bigger the house, the more people will be there. No thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” Nat shrugged as she stood up to leave. “You still cool with picking me up tonight, though?”

“Of course, someone’s gotta make sure you get home safe. Tell Kevyn I’ll take him home too, I don’t mind.”

“Will do, thanks,” Nat replied before making her way to her own trailer.

“No worries,” you half-heartedly waved her off. You continued to sit for a few moments, listening to the sound of gravel disturbed by your friend’s boots as you heard her walk away. You leaned your head back against the rear door of your trailer home, soaking in the sun’s rays on your face with a contemplative sigh before finally standing up.

With the rest of the afternoon now free, you made the decision to wander the area a little more with your camera. You entered the trailer through the back door to grab the item in question from your bedroom, catching sight of your mother on the way in. She was sat on the couch in front of the television as she usually was on her days off, chain smoking her way through another packet of cigarettes.

Once you had what you needed, you walked passed your mom on your way out of the front door, which you noticed was slowly turning a shade of yellow from the constant cigarette use within the home.

“Hey ma, I’m going out for a bit. You need anything?”

“Hm?” Your mother looked up at you hazily, having not noticed your presence until you spoke. “Oh yeah, get me another couple packs of smokes, will you?”

“Sure thing,” you replied as you took some cash from your mother’s purse to fund the cigarettes. “I’ll see you later.”

Your mom didn’t reply, her focus being back on the TV once more. Rolling your eyes at your mother’s disassociation, you left your home.

As much as you hated that you had literally become trailer trash since moving to New Jersey, you were thankful to be away from your father at least. You often wondered about what he was up to now that you and your mother had left him behind.

‘I hope he’s drank himself to death by now,’ you thought bitterly as you made your way to a nearby park. ‘The world and everyone in it would be better off without him.’

~

Natalie woke up on Monday morning hungover as hell, feeling overly sensitive to the bright rays of sunlight filtering into her room through the gaps in the pitifully old curtains. Despite the party being on Saturday night, she’d spent the entirety of Sunday still drinking with a couple of her friends. And today she was feeling it.

And so, despite the pounding in her head and constant nausea in her stomach, she swallowed some pain killers, took a quick shower, and got ready for the day before hearing the telltale beep of a car horn outside.

Nat grabbed her leather jacket and opened the front door, seeing you waiting in the driver’s seat of your blue 1989 Toyota Corolla, 80’s rock music now playing from the tape deck.

“Get in, loser! We’re gonna be late,” your voice carried through the open windows. Nat rolled her eyes as she made her way to the car, noticing that you had placed your camera in the back seat.

“You bringing that to school?” She enquired once she sat in the passenger seat, nodding to the item sitting behind the you both.

“Yeah I was thinking of joining the yearbook or something, I dunno,” you explained, making your way out of the trailer park and onto the main road, heading in the direction of the school.

“Seriously?” Nat asked, her eyebrow raised. “Have you seen the kids that do yearbook? Nerds pick on them.”

You playfully scoffed at your friend’s teasing behaviour. You knew Nat well enough by now to know she wasn’t seriously insulting you.

“Be that as it may, I need an extracurricular and I’d rather it be something to do with photography. Otherwise what’s the point?”

“You could always try out for the soccer team.”

“Wooaahhh, I’m gonna stop you right there. Absolutely not. I’m nowhere near athletic enough for sports and you know it,” you laughed as you spoke.

Nat shrugged before answering.

“Fair enough, you could always try for the school newspaper as well. Either way, you’ll have to come to some of my games. The student photographers and reporters always make it to the most important ones,” she explained.

“Oh please, I’d be at all you important games anyway,” you smiled with sincerity. “I have yet to see these so-called legendary Yellowjackets in action.”

“Hey, we are legendary! I reckon we could go to Nationals this year if we don’t fuck it up.”

~

French class first thing on a Monday morning had to be a crime. Despite your maternal grandmother being born and raised in France, you had never taken to that particular language very well.

You looked around the classroom trying to find your seat, praying you didn’t seem as hopelessly lost as you felt. This classroom was laid out with tables built for two people instead of a single person, presumably so students could perform speaking exercises with a partner.

You finally found your assigned seat and sat down, the other one at the table already occupied. The student next to you was a girl with bright eyes, a warm and welcoming smile, and dark blonde hair. Or was it light brunette? You couldn’t quite tell to be honest.

“Hi there, you’re new,” the girl stated before introducing herself, her voice sounding just as sweet as her smile. “I’m Jackie Taylor.”

“Oh, uh hi…” you replied, a little taken aback at just how one person could be filled with so much pep this early in the morning. “I’m (Y/N)… uh, (L/N).”

You didn’t mean to sound so awkward, really you didn’t. But Jackie’s attitude just took you by surprise and if you were being honest with yourself, you were still half asleep.

“Oh wow, a different accent! You’re from out of state?!” Jackie asked in awe. “People are gonna love you around here. Most of us have never left New Jersey. I have, of course, but still!”

“Uh, really? I can’t be that rare.” You honestly didn’t know how to respond.

“In small town New Jersey you are,” Jackie explained as she watched you take out your things, almost fascinated by your existence.

“So, (N/N)… can I call you (N/N)? you any good at French?”

~

“Anything good happen on your first day of school, then?” Natalie was once again sitting in the passenger seat of your car, her right hand hanging out of the window holding onto a lit cigarette.

“I actually made a friend,” you replied in the driver’s seat as you pulled out of the school parking lot.

“No shit!”

“You have the audacity to sound surprised. I can make friends, you know,” you squinted your eyes in a mocking manner. “Her name’s Jackie.”

“Ugh,” was the only reply you got from Nat. Evidently your first friend did not approve of your newest friend.

“What’s wrong with Jackie?”

“Seriously, Little Miss Preppy Over-Achiever? How’d you end up friends with her?”

“She sits next to me in French class and insisted on showing me around during lunch,” you replied simply.

“Oh, well that explains it. She’s gonna be relying on you all year, Jackie sucks at French,” Nat explained as she flicked her cigarette away out the window.

“Well, I suck at French too,” you shrugged. “By the way, when’s your first practice? I kinda need to meet your coach.”

“Wednesday straight after school, what d’you need coach for?”

“Because not only are you looking at a brand new newspaper photographer, I’ve also been tasked with taking portraits for the sports teams,” you smiled as you explained. “I’ll be sticking around you guys a lot this year by the sounds of it.”

“No fuckin’ way, that’s actually pretty cool,” Nat responded with genuine enthusiasm.

“Oh? What happened to me being worse than a nerd?”

“Shut up. I was messin’ with you, (L/N), and you know it.”

You just gave a chuckle in response as you drove

home.

~

Wednesday morning rolled around all too quickly for your liking and you had woken up barely on time, so you got ready for the day ahead with what little time you had. By the time you were showered and dressed, you noticed your mother had already left for work.

Since moving here, the two of you didn't spent much time together anymore. Hell, your mom barely spoke to you now but you couldn’t help but not hold it against her. You’d both been through a lot in terms of what your father had done and you figured your mom would be ready to talk about things, or anything really, in her own time.

You found yourself sitting in your car once again waiting on Natalie. This would soon become your usual morning routine, you figured. And, yet again, the two of you drove to school whilst sharing playful banter and a morning cigarette.

At lunch time, you spent your time in the room assigned to the school newspaper. Wiskayok High seemed to love its sports teams so much, even the newspaper had affectionately been named The Buzz Bulletin after the school’s mascot, the Yellowjacket wasp.

You didn’t really have anything to do other than introduce yourself and meet the people you’d be working with until graduation. Most importantly, you would be getting to know a girl named Jennifer Miller, a journalist who would be covering all the sporting events, both soccer and baseball, alongside yourself.

She seemed nice enough and you both got on just fine, but you didn’t immediately click with her like she had done with Nat and even Jackie. You felt like you’d be coworkers at best.

Your last class of the day was English, which you coincidentally took with Nat. The bleached blonde girl sat in the seat directly behind you so you were in prime position to be pestered the entire time. Whilst Natalie was a good enough student that she’d do her assigned work, she also took every opportunity to torture her poor friend.

“Natalie Scatorccio, I swear to God…” you mumbled quietly enough so only Nat could hear after another small paper ball had been tossed at the back of your head.

“God, I’m so fucking bored,” Nat commented with a sigh. “I can’t wait to get out of hear and blow of some steam at practice.”

~

“Okay girls, listen up,” Coach Martinez called out to his team, all of whom were scattered around the soccer field in their blue soccer uniforms, which they’d worn specially for picture day.

Everyone instantly stopped what they were doing and made their way to their coach as he stood near the edge of the field with you, where you were feeling nervous at suddenly being the centre of attention.

“This here is (Y/N), they’re our new sports photographer for the school paper,” he explained as he placed his hand upon your shoulder in a gesture of introduction. “They’re in charge of taking your portraits for the year so I’ll leave them with you. They’re all yours, (Y/N).”

A few girls nodded at you in acknowledgement and Jackie even shouted from among the crowd,

“Hey (N/N)!”

You found Jackie and waved a little awkwardly at her. With both Jackie and Nat just across from you smiling encouragingly, you started to feel a little more comfortable amongst the strangers that you could soon hope to call friends.

“Uh yeah, what Coach said,” you started, cringing internally at your clumsy first impression. You took a moment to take a breath and calmed yourself before speaking up again.

“I’m gonna need some group portraits from you all first before I move on to doing your solo ones,” you spoke a little more loudly, willing the confidence to be there. “I’m thinking in front of the Western goal post, there’s less cloud coverage which makes for better lighting. Also the sun won’t be in your eyes so less squinting.”

You got a few chuckles for that as the girls started to casually make their way over to the specified area. Coach Martinez and the other younger coach were already manoeuvring a long bench in front of the net for half the team to sit down on.

“Okay, I’d like the goalie to be front and centre on the bench please,” you called out once you had quickly checked that the area and lighting were perfect. A red headed girl holding a soccer ball made her way to the bench, introducing herself as she walked by you.

“Name’s Van,” she said as she nodded her head briefly in your direction.

“Hi Van,” you replied, repeating the name in an effort to remember it. Van obediently sat down on the bench and placed the soccer ball between her feet as you instructed the rest of the team.

“Okay so I’d like the captain to be right behind Van, so Jackie if you please… then you with the big doe eyes, you can stand next to Jackie… Nat I’d like you to go next…”

This went on until only the tallest of the girls were left, and they were to join Van on the bench. You looked around the remaining crowd to figure out who you’d like to place where.

“Hey,” you gestured to one of the girls, “tall, dark, and beautiful… you can sit on Van’s right side.” The girl in question seemed to hesitate for a split second and very nearly tripped over her own feet as she made her way over to the bench, thanking whatever Gods were out there that you hadn’t seen the hint of a blush spread across her cheeks. Unfortunately for her, Van had seen everything and watched with a smirk as her teammate sat next to her.

“Aaaand tall, dark, and gorgeous,” you gestured towards another player, “you can go on Van’s left side.”

After another few minutes, every single one of the Yellowjackets were in place and ready to be photographed. You were about to get started until someone else caught her attention. An excited looking blonde girl with a hopeful look in her eye was watching from the edge of the field. Her blue and yellow jacket stated that she was the equipment manager.

“Hey, Curly, you getting in on this or what?” You shouted towards her. The girl wore an expression of pure shock before changing it to enthusiasm.

“M-me? Really?!”

“Yeah, get over here,” you called casually, not realising how much being included meant to the girl. The young equipment manager ran over and stood on the end, a wide and toothy grin adorning her face.

“Okay guys, let’s do this.”

~

Once you had taken an adequate amount of group shots, you let everyone go about their warm ups while you did the solo photos of each player. With the promise that they didn’t get too sweaty, of course. These would be their portraits for the year so they had to look good.

You did each one in numerical order, starting with number one: Van

It didn’t take long to get through each girl and when you got to number five, you smiled warmly as the girl approached somewhat nervously.

“Oh hey, if it isn’t tall, dark, and beautiful,” you greeted her as you got your camera ready to take yet another portrait for the team portfolio. “I’m sorry, I got way ahead of myself back there and never actually asked you your name.”

You, once again, were completely oblivious to the deep blush on the girl’s face.

When number five finally reached you, you realised just how tall she actually was in comparison to yourself. The height difference was very apparent.

“Lottie,” the girl introduced herself softly, her voice sounding careful and deliberate as she made eye contact with you for the first time.

“Lottie…” you repeated. “It’s nice to meet you.”

———————

[jojaxcola]

You've literally inspired me to wanna make my own OC mockumentaries I absolutely love your series so much 😭🙏🏻

So I wanna ask if it's alright with you, where do you get inspo for silly moments? How did you start? What are the little tidbits you've come to learn after making a few joja mockumentaries?

Awww thank you so much!! If you do end up making your own series, I hope you have a lot of fun with it, and I'd love to see it!!

(Sorry this post is late, I wanted to take my time with the answer below the cut!)

As for the "origin story" of the jojamart mockumentary and how i come up with ideas for the entries:

As for how the series started, the first time I watched The Office was on a really long flight this past October where the in-flight entertainment had all of season 3. After seeing it, it clicked why so many people loved it haha. So while riding out the rest of the flight (and for a few week after that) I thought about what it might look like if Stardew were to be adapted for television in a mockumentary-style format. (mainly just as a fun creative exercise.)

My first idea was to portray Lewis as producing an in-universe documentary to highlight Pelican Town as a whole, with the corrupting influence of Joja growing as time went on (No. 9 is probably the closest to the original vibe but I still wanted it to be a comedy). Morris, Sam, and Shane were going to be the main characters of the JojaMart plot. But I realized that the JojaMart plot thread was the closest thing to why I enjoyed The Office (being about conflicting personalities generating absurdity in a confined space). Plus Sam is my favorite character. So that's what I ended up drawing out.

I wanted the entries to look like subtitled screencaps of out-of-context clips, mainly because I see them everywhere on the internet and they're also very easy to draw:

I liked how these kinds of posts can still be enjoyed by people who have never seen The Office before (like me before October 2024) because the humor is very self-contained. So I started off making the JojaMart entries like that.

The first few were intended to still be accessible to people who had never played Stardew Valley before, sorta like they were watching a pilot episode. Those entries had to establish the basics (Sam is the cheerful, outgoing, and annoying janitor; Shane is the grumpy alcoholic shelf stocker, Morris is their boss who cares about them in a purely performative sense, etc.).

I think the general rule of thumb I follow when portraying a particular character is to write them like I have two people in my audience: one has never played Stardew before, and the other is the character's biggest fan. I don't know how well I've followed this, but it's what I have in mind when I'm writing up scripts.

Usually for inspiration I like to comb through the characters' wiki pages. I think it's useful to look at their quotes, their liked/disliked gifts, and their trivia to find little things that can be extended into a little story. For example, no. 17 was inspired by the fact that Jodi gives the player the ice cream recipe and says that it won first place in a cooking competition, and no. 18 (which followed up on 17) was inspired by a quote by Sam wondering if his mother was really happy with her life. I think it's really fun to try and combine different facts about the characters!

Some other sources of inspiration I have are:

Wanting to use a particular line of dialogue (e.g., "He kinda has this vibe that really screams 'divorced'" in no. 11)

Wanting to use a particular shot (e.g., Pierre being covered up with ads in no. 9)

Wanting to show a specific headcanon (e.g., Sam doing impressions in no. 5)

I hope this is helpful! Good luck with your work :)

[pynkgothicka]

Inspired by one of your reblogged posts..

I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.

He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.

(also, can i be 🐢 anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)

Ｉｍａｇｉｎｉｎｇ ＪＳＴ

Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rest of the Batboys

Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader

Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.

You were just so needy and particular.

“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.

He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.

“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”

Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”

💭

“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.

“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”

“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.

“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”

“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.

“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”

“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”

“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”

Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”

Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.

💭

“What are you doing?”

You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.

Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.

“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?

You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”

“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.

You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.

“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.

Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.

But they were picked up and thrown across the room.

Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.

Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.

“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.

“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.

Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.

He was going to get himself off.

It was what you owed him.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”

Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.

But Jason is Jason.

And Jason is selfish.

He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.

“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”

You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.

His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.

“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.

So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.

Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.

“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”

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[jethrowest]

i feel alone in my body; i feel a silence underneath…

- jaded by spiritbox

eva (the boys oc)/homelander

for @blindmagdalena 🖤

commissioned art (full sfw-ish piece at the end) by @thevanityofthefox 🖤

mdni! 18+! homelander is a warning altogether.

It’s enervating being close to someone like Homelander.

At first, it had been deliciously overstimulating receiving the tiniest speck of his energy. What he’s comprised of. Every single experiment performed on him; everything he’s destroyed and killed in the process.

It’s addictive to Eva. She can pour all of her pain into him, and, in return, taste the bottomless pit he is. This shining beacon of macabre hope.

He reminds her constantly that she needs him. While that holds significant weight, she can extract nourishment elsewhere if she chooses to, just as she had before knowing what he could mean to her.

She requires life to sustain her own. Such sustenance can come from plants, insects, animals, people, Supes; anything that has vitality.

This is simply another aspect for him to control, and she understands that. If Homelander can feel his essence masking any and everything else in her their his world, then he’s almost as satiated as she is.

However, sometimes, it drains her more than fills. It’s a conflicting phenomena within her body. Electric currents that repeatedly shock her into rejuvenation, into a power she can hardly describe with words, and then, a heavy affectation that bludgeons itself across something that normally consists of the rarest gold. Parasites and mold and all things ugly masking what shouldn’t have become so tainted.

Homelander’s shadow, as she calls it, is what usually ruins the intense pleasure she drowns in.

She’s uncertain what might have caused him to shift, but that particular darkness now enshrouds him, and she picks up on it straight away. The warmth emanating from him fades, replaced by a cold, eternal sickness.

Eva can absorb energy through her hands. If she concentrates enough, she can use her mind as well. But that requires a lot more than she can often give.

He’s demanding of her abilities, slipping ungloved fingers inside her nightgown. He grips her breast with fervor while his tongue flicks like a serpent’s, whispering the oldest of sins into her burning ear.

He coaxes her own unsheathed palms to take so he can see himself reflected inside her shapes, dips, curves, and colors. So he can become one with something outside of himself.

So he can be more than he’d been promised. Than he’d been conditioned to believe.

It’s not the first time he’s fucked her to experience even a fraction of what and who he is.

It’s lonely being the only one like him. The singular star at the top of the universe’s Christmas tree, separate from cookie-cutter tinsel and baubles.

It’s lonely being someone who is a reflection of all they’ve gorged on and buried within themselves. Homelander digs himself out as much as he can, causing a pain so deep, it’s beyond bones.

Gradually, Eva has become his mirror, and she’s lost herself within it.

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[sentientcave]

One Shots

Two Graves - Phillip Graves is haunted by the memory of his older brother

Fuck-ass Mohawk - Johnny likes it when you're mean to him (And Ghost does too)

Pompeii//Good Grief - Dealing with loss during a mission gone wrong- Or maybe gone right.

Please, Mommy - A little gender fuckery with everyone's favourite Captain. (FtM Reader, read contents for kink warnings)

Hold the Line - FtM John and his ex-wife, Kate, talk about Kate's new girlfriend over the phone.

Swallow My Pride - Simon spots you across the bar. You're a long way from the little girl that used to torment him in primary, but that's alright. These days he's got a soft spot for beautiful men. Ftm Reader.

And They Were Roommates

Fem!Soap x Fem Reader - You're looking for a roommate, and Jaime Mactavish figures she's the right woman for the job.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Heavy Weighs the Crown

Fantasy AU - A princess in self-imposed exile is forced to come home to face the man who took her father's crown and the life she left behind. 141 x Reader.

Chapter Index

Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You. (Dark fic! Read the content warnings)

Chapter Index

Honey It's Alright

Slasher AU with some of my OCs. Dark fic!! Read the warnings

Part 1 - Part 2

Sadie Blackmoore-Price in

Nobody Does it Better - Sadie and John reconnect for a night

You Only Live Twice (In Progress)

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

When Rory "Scout" Price moves in with her dad after a rough break-up, she's looking forward to reconnecting while she gets her feet back under her. But unfortunately, a post-divorce Kyle Garrick is moving in too, and he seems determined to be a pain in the ass. But then again, he is kind of hot.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Please Say Yes

Starting fresh after a divorce, Chelsea really only has one thing on her mind: Starting a family. But going through the process of dating and marrying another man that could very well be lying about wanting kids, just like the last one, she's determined to make her family all by herself. She only really needs a man for one part of the process, and she has a particular man in mind, her neighbour, one John Price.

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Let's Riot!

When the Reader St arena gets bought out from under them by Morgan’s vengeful ex, Pippa Graves, The Reader St Riots suddenly find themselves without a practice space. Pippa may say she’ll play nice, but Morgan knows that she’ll either have to get back under Pippa’s manicured thumb or the whole team will be out on their ass in no time. Problem is, the only other practice space around that’s not booked up to the tits belongs to Jo Price, captain of the Femme41, and well… Morgan has a bit of ugly history with her too.

Still, Jo’s at least a little more reasonable than Pippa, and Morgan may hate to beg, but she’d hate to see the Riots disbanded more. And well, maybe there’s room for a little cooperation, especially when their teams get along so well.

Part 1 - Part 2

Mace of Bakes

"Are you happy, Mason?"

A question Mace hadn't asked himself in longer than he could remember. And when he finds he doesn't like the answer, he sets out to build a new life, a long way away from all the blood and dying on the battlefield. Happiness is not a warm gun. But it might be a warm loaf of bread.

Chapter 1

Paper Ballerina

Beware strangers bearing expensive gifts. A guilded cage is still a cage.

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Sparrow

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Cherry Bomb - Nikolai meets one of his Aunt's old school friends and tries not to fall in love.

You Drive Me Wild - Nikolai and Helena meet again three years later

WIP WEDNESDAY

Snippets and previews of things in the works

Rugby - Rugby Again - More Rugby - The Righteous Hand - Impound - More Impound - Sparrow - TNT - Lucky Bunny - Daddy's Girl - Sparrow Again + Retirement Party

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Arguments & Paradoxes - Tenth Doctor Imagine [Doctor Who]

Title: Arguments & Paradoxes

Pairing: Tenth Doctor X Reader

Word Count: 5,531 words

Warning(s): arguments, discussion of character death

Summary: [Based on Season 3, Episode 10 (Blink)] What starts as a normal day leads to the Doctor, Marth, and (Y/n) finding themselves stuck in 1969. Now that they're stuck waiting, there are many conversations waiting to be had.

Author's Note: This story is pretty directly connected to another story from this OC: A Normal Life

If you have any particular episodes/seasons/doctors etc. that you want to see in this series, then let me know.

MORE STORIES OF THIS OC (AND OTHERS) HERE!

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There are times when the easiest days become the most complicated.

It could take one moment for everything to turn completely on its head. One sentence, one word. one movement. One small look.

At least, that was how my life ended up going. Maybe that was simply a side effect of traveling with the Doctor. Maybe it was all just because of me.

Martha, the Doctor, and I were heading toward the sight of an incident. Some lizard creature was planning to have her eggs hatch. The swarm would have wiped out the nearest city and then some.

We had gotten a taxi that took us to this small shop. It looked like it was mostly books and movies and things. It was something that I would never have paid any mind to... except for the woman who came running out.

"Doctor!"

He stopped. I stopped with him, turning to look at the girl.

"Hello," he said. "Sorry, bit of a rush. There's a... There's a sort of thing happening. Very important that we stop it."

"Oh my god, it's you. It really is you," the woman replied. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at the Doctor as if he would take the time to explain who this was. "Oh, you don't remember me, do you?"

"Doctor, we haven't got time for this," Martha spoke up. "Migration's started."

"Look," the Doctor explained to the woman. "I've got a bit of a complex life. Things don't always happen to me in quite the right order. Gets a bit confusing at times, especially at weddings."

"Oh, you're rubbish at weddings," I added.

"I really am... especially my own."

"Oh my God, of course," the woman said. "You're a time traveler. It hasn't happened to you yet! None of it! It's still in your future."

"What hasn't happened?"

"You guys, please," Martha spoke up again. "20 minutes to hatching."

"It was me," the woman explained. "It was me all along. You got it all from me."

"Got what?" the Doctor asked.

"Okay. Listen. One day, you're gonna get stuck in 1969. Make sure you've got this with you. You're gonna need it."

I looked back and saw Martha's worried face before I muttered to the Doctor, "We really need to go."

"Yeah, we do," he nodded. "Sorry, things happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard."

"Okay, no worries," the woman replied. "On you go. See you around some day."

The Doctor and I took off before he turned around again. "What was your name?"

"Sally Sparrow," she grinned at us both.

"Good to meet you, Sally Sparrow."

There was a man who walked up to her. She looked at him as he gave us a stunned look. She grabbed his hand, said goodbye, and walked back into the store.

I chuckled. "That will make more sense later, I hope."

"Me too," the Doctor replied.

We both turned again to head towards Martha. I felt the Doctor reach for my hand, but I pulled back. I hoped that it could be seen as unintentional. As if I just didn't notice it.

"I like that name," I commented, trying to change the subject. "Sally Sparrow. Good alliteration."

"Yeah," he muttered. "Come on."

Everything else went off without any major incidents. It was a normal day. I thought that it was all over. Until we landed in the next place, of course.

We had just made it back to the TARDIS. The doors had just closed behind us and we were just getting ready to leave. And then, the TARDIS jolted to the side.

"What the hell was that," Matha asked.

I grabbed the screen nearby. "What the... Paradox energy."

"Paradox?" the Doctor moved to look at the screen over my shoulder. "Well, that's not good."

"A paradox?" Martha walked over. "Like in Back to the Future or something?"

"What," I asked.

"I'll show it to you sometime," the Doctor muttered to me before going to move around the console.

"Time isn't always perfect and linear, but it does have rules," I explained. "If one of those rules gets broken, it creates a paradox. Paradoxes can be small or large, deadly at times."

"What caused this one?"

"Not sure yet," I shrugged.

"We'll have to go check," the Doctor added, flipping a switch.

"Hold on," Martha said. "You just said that one of the rules of time got broken. That one of these paradoxes can be deadly."

"Yup," the Doctor confirmed.

"So, you're going to just land in the middle of it?"

"We're not fools, Martha," I promised. "We're going to land on the edge of it."

"Oh, for the love of-"

The TARDIS suddenly lurching caused Martha to cut off the end of her sentence. She grabbed onto the console.

We landed just outside of a gate. There was a path that clearly led from the gate to a large, abandoned house. On the fence was a warning to keep out. None of us paid it any mind.

The house itself had seen many better days. The outside was in mostly okay condition, but there were some parts where the roof and the wall were falling apart.

It was almost a cliche.

"Are we still at the same time?" Martha said as we walked down the path.

"No," I answered. "We're about a year earlier. There was a... spike."

She nodded.

The inside was no better than the outside had been. The wallpaper was falling off. Plants were beginning to grow within the house. Every piece of the floor was creaking. If the lighting fixtures weren't on the floor, they were hanging dangerously low.

"So, any remarkable ideas about this paradox," Martha asked.

"Not yet, but I can feel it... like it's buzzing in my fingertips," I said, stopping in the middle of the room and turning toward her. "Where's the Doctor?"

"Wandered off," she replied with a shrug. "How are you two?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Fine."

"That's it?" she chuckled.

"What else were you expecting me to say?"

"Something a bit more... I don't know... romantic," she suggested. "I thought you two would be deep in the honeymoon phase by now."

I raised an eyebrow at her this time. I knew what she was talking about. It was just easier for me to pretend that I didn't.

To be honest, things had been... strained since the two of us kissed. I couldn't tell how much of it was my lack of knowledge in that area and how much of it was simply my ever-suffocating guilt. I had meant to sit and think about that, but I simply never had the time. There was always something more important to think about.

Martha sighed and held up her hands. "Fine. I'm gonna go check upstairs for some sign of anything... paradox-like."

"Be careful!" I called after her.

"I always am!"

I turned back to the room, trying to find some sign of what could be going on. The first detail that I saw was some sign of spray paint under the wallpaper.

I stepped forward, going to pull the wallpaper off. I only stopped because I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. My hand stopped. I took a step back before slowly turning my head toward the window.

Standing there was a weeping angel.

I let out a shaking breath. I slowly closed my eyes before quickly opening them. It had moved forward.

"Doctor!" I shouted, taking slow steps backward. "Martha!"

I heard the floor behind me creaking. I quickly turned around, finding another weeping angel behind me. I turned back around, finding the other angel now inside. Those panicked motions were enough for the second angel to reach out and grab me.

I found myself standing in some kind of alleyway.

"No," I muttered. "No, no, no, no, no!"

I looked around before starting to walk. At some point, I would have to find something or someone.

It had only been a few minutes before I heard someone behind me.

"(Y/n)!"

I turned around to see Martha and the Doctor walking toward me. I let out a relieved sigh before running in their direction. I hugged Martha first. After I stepped back, I hugged the Doctor.

"Weeping angels," the Doctor said.

"Yes, I know," I replied. "I tried to tell you both but no one responded. You guys must have already been sent back."

"Anyone wanna actually explain this all to me," Martha asked.

"Weeping angels are creatures that basically feed off paradox energy," I explained. "They touch you, zap you back in time, and eat the paradox energy that's left from all the moments that don't happen."

"They can't move when you can see them," the Doctor added. "They freeze in place until you look away or blink"

"Okay... so how do we get home?" Martha looked between us.

"Well..." the Doctor dragged the word out.

"You don't know."

"Not yet," he muttered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around us before speaking up, "What year are we in?"

"Um," the Doctor looked around, muttering to himself as he tried to figure it out.

Martha ran over to a nearby bench where a newspaper had been left on it, "1969."

I slapped the Doctor's arm, ignoring him when he complained. "That was the year that the girl at the shop told us about. The one with the really good name... Sally Sparrow."

"Alliteration girl!" the Doctor exclaimed before digging into his pocket. "1969. She gave us instructions."

I grabbed the folder from him, going to sit on the bench where Martha had found the newspaper. I flipped through it. It was a collection of photos and a letter. I held those out for someone to take.

"The letter is addressed to Sally," I said. "She knew someone who got sent back."

"What's this list," Martha asked, sitting next to me. The Doctor took the letter.

"Not sure," I replied, handing it over to her. "Nothing that I recognize."

My eyes landed on a typed-out conversation.

"Look at this." I held it out to him. "It's a conversation. Half of one, anyway. Sally's part."

"She's at the center of this, then," he muttered, taking the folder so he could read it over. "'I'm clever and I'm listening.' I like her."

"Would be nice to meet her when we aren't stuck without our TARDIS," I replied. "Who is she talking to? You?"

"Maybe. She recognized me at the shop."

"And you do talk a lot."

"Thanks." his response was sarcastic.

"I got it," Martha said excitedly. "They're movies. All of them!"

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"And that," she snatched the folder out of the Doctor's hands, "is a script!"

"Half a script," I corrected.

"Well, yeah, but we can figure the other half out," she insisted. "We just need to get the other side of this conversation onto these movies."

"How do we do that?"

"I... I don't know," she replied. "You two are the alien geniuses. I figured out the hard part."

"I never really looked into how humans make their entertainment." I looked at the Doctor. "Have you?"

"It's basic technology," he shrugged. "Getting the film made isn't the problem. The problem is getting the film onto everything on that list."

"We need an inside man," Martha suggested.

"Can't be the Doctor because he has to be in it, so people would get suspicious," I explained.

"You could do it," she said.

"I really couldn't."

"Yes, you could," she replied. "You're a quick learner. You'd know what you're doing."

"But this would take years. We don't have that long."

"What do we do then? Talk to someone in the industry and hope that they believe us when we say we were attacked by monsters that can't move when you can see them?"

"Or we could find someone who would be more inclined to believe us."

Martha's eyebrows furrowed at my suggestion.

"Wait for someone else to be sent back to us," the Doctor said, seemingly agreeing with me.

"That could take ages," Martha replied.

"Sally knew someone who got sent back," I argued. "Maybe that wasn't the only one. Might not take as long as you think."

"What about in the meantime?"

"Well, we'll need to find a place to stay. Shouldn't be too hard."

"Whose paying for that?"

The Doctor and I both stared at her before briefly glancing at each other.

"Oh, you two so owe me for this."

We ended up staying in a small flat near a shop that hired Martha.

She would go work through the day while the Doctor and I busied ourselves with a new device that was meant to help track down other people who came through.

It was a few days into this new pattern that the Doctor decided to turn the conversation away from our current predicament.

"Can I ask you something?"

I had been hunched over some small part of this new device. The Doctor had taken a moment to lean back in his seat a bit.

"Sure," I replied, not turning my head away from the machine.

"Did I do something... wrong?"

It felt as if both of my hearts stopped at the same time. I had to fight the urge to tense as I responded, "No, why do you ask?"

"I just... I thought that things would change."

I couldn't find a string of words that felt like they were enough to explain how I felt. None of them could provide him any comfort. I found myself stuck with nothing more than an uneasy silence.

"I thought that we were..."

"Were what?" I tried to remain disconnected from the whole thing. At the very least, I felt like it would push this conversation away for a little while.

"We kissed," he continued. "I thought that it meant something, but you're acting like nothing happened."

"It happened." I nodded. "It happened and... that's it."

"'That's it'?" he repeated. "(Y/n)... this wasn't something insignificant to me. I have no interest in that being it."

"Well, that's all it's going to be." I shrugged.

The Doctor didn't respond after that. He stared at me for a few moments before going back to studying the machine on the table.

I went to do the same, pretending to be completely unaware of the new and terrible tension in the room.

"I've got it," the Doctor muttered, pushing my hands away.

I sat back, staring at him for a few minutes before standing up. "I'm going to go out for a walk. You know how to reach me if something comes up."

He just hummed to acknowledge that he heard me.

I nodded before heading to the door.

I knew that I had handled the whole situation incorrectly. It was all just too new and sudden for me to have any other way to handle it. There was nothing I could say or do that would be good enough for that conversation.

Everything would be easier if things had just stayed exactly as they were.

My mindless wandering led me to the front steps of a library. I stared at the door. I don't know what compelled me to go inside. Maybe it just felt like I should've been there. Like there were answers to some questions that I had. The whole place was comforting during this time.

I was filled with this sense of comfort that I had never imagined before. I could imagine spending day after day after day there.

And I did.

I never truly thought about just how slow life would feel when the Doctor and I stopped moving. I didn't realize that I hadn't really stopped running since I met him.

Yes, there was my brief time as Jo, but that wasn't me. That was a different version of me. One that was much more equipped to handle a slow, dragging life. One that was going through significantly less emotional turmoil.

I busied myself with books. That library I had found had a very kind woman working there who offered suggestions to pass the time. Stories and art that I had never bothered myself with before. I read what I had been told were classics.

It was strange to fall into such a pattern. I could've gotten used to it, maybe. Under different circumstances. But this whole thing just felt odd.

The Doctor would sit impatiently at his machine. I would sit in some corner of the room, reading my stories and quietly hoping that the machine would finally make some kind of sound to fill the awkward silence. The two of us weren't talking much after our argument. Too stubborn on both fronts, I suppose.

Martha would walk in around the evening and ask what I was reading. She'd ask for any good news from the Doctor.

Over and over. Day after day. It was the same cycle.

Until there was a delightfully noisy interruption. The machine went off, telling us that someone had been sent back.

We all ran outside, Sally's folder in hand. It didn't take long to recognize that we were being led back to the alleyway that we had found ourselves in.

"How are we going to do this," Martha asked. "'Hi, are you from the future? Because we are and we have a job for you.'"

"Something like that," the Doctor said.

"Start with Sally Sparrow," I explained in more detail. "See if they know her. She might be the center of this whole thing."

"I wasn't being serious," he chimed in.

"I wasn't saying that you were. I'm just trying to make sure Martha is as prepared as we are. We should all be on the same page."

"Didn't think you cared much about that."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

I scoffed. "Sorry that I'm prioritizing the thing that is getting people killed. Didn't realize that was an issue."

He didn't respond, instead choosing to walk a little faster so he was ahead of us. I went to speed up so he couldn't get too far away.

"What's going on with you two," Martha asked, grabbing my arm so I'd slow down.

"What are talking about?" I said.

"Don't act stupid," she replied. "You two kissed. You told me. But now you two are acting like you can't be near each other. What's going on?"

"It's nothing," I shook my head, going to catch up with the Doctor.

"No, it's not," she insisted, grabbing my arm again. "You can talk to me, I promise. I can keep my mouth shut. Kept your feelings a secret, didn't I?"

"Martha," I sighed. "It's nothing. I'm fine. We're fine. Let's just... Let's focus on this. Please."

Her lips tightened. As if she had to actively hold back whatever comment was about to push through. She stiffly nodded and let me pull my arm away.

"(Y/n), Martha!"

The two of us looked down the way at the Doctor, whose back was still turned to us. I gestured toward him with my head. Martha nodded again and followed me down the alley.

We rounded the corner to find a man sitting with his back against the wall. He looked panicked and confused. The machine was going slightly mad when we found him.

"Welcome!" the Doctor greeted.

"Where am I," the man asked.

"1969," the Doctor replied. "Not bad, as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to."

"The moon landing's brilliant," Martha added. "We went four times."

"When we had transport," I muttered.

"How did I get here?" the man interrupted us.

"Touch of an angel," the Doctor explained. "Probably the same one that sent us back since you ended up in the same year."

The man went to stand up only to be stopped by the Doctor before he could.

"Don't get up," he said as he plopped down next to the man. "Time travel without a capsule, nasty. Catch your breath, don't go swimming for half an hour."

"I don't... I don't understand."

I leaned on the railing in front of them both. "You got touched by a weeping angel. You probably noticed some big stone angel statues. Pretty fascinating really. They don't kill you directly. Instead, they send you back in time to whatever year they want and feed on the paradox energy that forms when you're gone. The potential energy of the moments that were supposed to happen but never did. They let you live a whole life, just not when you were supposed to."

"The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely," the Doctor added.

"What in God's name are you two on about?"

"They do this a lot," Martha said. "Just nod when they pause for a breath."

"Tracked you down with this," the Doctor continued. "My timey-wimey detector. Goes ding when there's stuff."

"I still don't understand." the man ran his hands over his face. "Where am I?"

"1969, like he said." Martha leaned on the railing next to me.

"We'd offer you a lift home, but our time machine got stolen by the angels." I shrugged. "We have a message that we need you to get to a woman named Sally Sparrow."

"Sally Sparrow? I know her! I just met her."

"Good, that'll make this easier for all of us."

"However," the Doctor spoke up again. "I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry. It's gonna take you a long time."

It felt like there hadn't been a moment to breathe after that. Getting the man a job to work on films was no trouble really. The psychic paper was enough for that.

Getting us on set was a new challenge but still ended up working out alright.

We snuck in during the middle of the night. Everyone in the studio had gone home by then. Billy, the man that we had found in that alleyway, had been very helpful. I think at some point, he knew that there was no good denying what had happened. He seemingly wanted to do some good while he was here.

And so, there we were. The Doctor sitting in front of a plain orange wall with the script and a camera in front of him. Martha and I stayed off to the side, watching as he read off his half of the conversation.

"How are you gonna know how long to wait?" Martha tilted her head. "Like between lines. How do you know you'll give Sally enough time to get her sentence out?"

"Didn't think about that," the Doctor muttered. "Guess I'll just hope for the best... gonna sound a little silly no matter what I do, isn't it?"

We both nodded.

"Good luck," I said, almost before I had a chance to stop myself.

The Doctor grinned at me. I let out a small sigh.

"Ready," Billy asked. The Doctor nodded.

It was as silly as it seemed. Small bits of a conversation that just sounded meaningless when there was no context to it. Had I not known the whole situation, I would've started laughing.

"I'm a time traveler. Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969-"

"We're stuck," Martha chimed in, leaning into frame. "I was promised all of space and time and now I'm working in a shop to support these two-"

"Martha," I pulled on her arm to get her to move back, trying to keep myself from chuckling at the whole thing.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

The Doctor fixed his suit before continuing on with the script.

"People don't understand time," he explained. "It's not what you think it is."

I thought about the lines that Sally had written down for herself. I grinned. She really was very clever.

"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause and effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff."

I scoffed, hiding my face behind my hand. I barely caught sight of the Doctor's small glare focused on me.

"What matters is we can communicate," the Doctor continued. "We have got big problems now. They have taken the blue box, haven't they? The angels have the phone box?

"Creatures from another world... The Lonely Assassins, they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They're quantum-locked. They don't exist while they're being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature, they freeze into rock. No choice, it's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone.

"Of course, a stone can't kill you either, but then you turn your head away. Then you blink. And oh, yes, it can.

"That's why they cover their eyes. They can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their great curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the universe."

I could make an argument against that statement but now wasn't the time.

"And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now. The blue box. It's my time machine. There's a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever, but the damage they could do could switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me.

"And... that's it, I'm afraid. There's no more from you on the transcript, that's the last I've got.

"I don't know what stopped you talking, but I can guess. They're coming. The angels are coming for you, but listen because your life could depend on this. Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink. Good luck."

And with that, the camera stopped. We bid our goodbyes and our best wishes to Billy and left the studio.

"So... what now," Martha asked.

"We see if it worked," the Doctor replied. "If the message got to Sally as it was supposed to, then the TARDIS should be on its way to us."

"At the old house," she concluded.

"At the old house." he nodded.

"Well, come on then," she pushed us both away from the studio. "Let's get out of here."

The house was still being built when we got there. It was mostly put together, but it was waiting on furniture and decorations and wallpaper.

"One last thing to do," the Doctor pulled out two small cans of paint and some paintbrushes as he spoke. I was always a bit jealous of his jacket.

"The message." I nodded. I grabbed the picture of it from the folder that Sally had given us. "Should go on this wall here."

"Won't someone just paint over it," Martha asked.

"Chances are that whoever comes to put the wallpaper up after we're gone will just see this as kids messing around," the Doctor said. "They're putting up wallpaper, no need to paint something so small."

She nodded.

I placed the picture down, leaning it against the wall.

"I'll start the top part. You start the bottom part," I explained, handing the Doctor a brush. "You have to sign your name on it anyway."

"Alright," he muttered.

Martha stood there for a moment, glancing around.

"I'm gonna check around the house," she said, turning to walk out of the room.

"Be careful!" I called after her. "Yell if you see anything!"

She didn't respond, probably because what I had said had seemed incredibly obvious to her.

I turned back to the wall. My eyes jumped between it and the picture of what Sally was supposed to find in the future.

I reached up, beginning to paint "Beware the weeping angels" as clearly as I could.

We worked in silence for a while. It was strange. I had grown used to there being some kind of rambling. The silence made my stomach twist.

I stepped away from the wall after finishing the first line, going to compare it to the photo.

"We need to talk," the Doctor said, still seemingly as focused on his part of the wall as mine.

"Is now the time for this?" I muttered. I couldn't avoid this conversation now. We were going to be here for too long.

"Yup," he replied bluntly, turning to look at me. "I don't like how we left things earlier. We haven't fought like that in ages."

"I know."

When that was all that I said, the Doctor continued, "Ages. We haven't argued like that since you hated me."

"Doctor, I know," I repeated as I looked at him.

"Then, you should also know why I feel like it's appropriate for us to have some kind of conversation about it."

I put the paint down on the floor. "Fine."

I paused when I saw the look in his eyes properly. There wasn't any anger or judgment. He just looked worried. Almost scared. It made me feel guilty for all of the anger that I had held toward him through the last few days.

"It's... It's Rose," I said.

The Doctor's eyebrows furrowed at me.

I sighed. "She was the first person that I could consider a friend. Before we got along, she was all I had. She helped me choose my name. She made me better. And I know how she felt about you and how you felt about her. I... I can't help but feel like I took something from her. It just... It felt selfish."

The silence after that was suffocating. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

"I'm sorry," I muttered after a moment.

"You don't need to apologize," the Doctor took a few steps closer to me. I took a deep breath as he did. "I care about you. And I am willing to wait. As long as you need."

I took a deep breath. "I don't remember patience being a gift of yours."

"Well," he grinned. "Not always. But now... for you... it's worth it."

I stepped forward and hugged him. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me."

"Shut up and accept it." I stepped back. "We should finish the painting."

We were just finishing the last few letters when Martha ran in. "I found the TARDIS! It's in the basement."

"Yes!" I ran after her as she ran back downstairs.

A few moments later, I heard the Doctor running behind us. It was clear that he had waited for a few moments to finish up the message.

I cheered again as I laid eyes on the TARDIS. "Oh, I have missed you!"

"Oh, look at that beauty," the Doctor said. "Thought you'd never come back to us."

"Who wants to do the honors," I asked, looking at the two of them.

"Dibs!" Martha called quickly. "My turn to look cool."

I shook my head as I chuckled at her.

I looked back at the Doctor as Martha unlocked the door. He was already smiling at me. I smiled back, feeling a sudden calm settle over us both. It was nice to not feel so scared now.

The familiar creak of the TARDIS door made me look back at Martha, who was smiling proudly in the doorway.

"Let's go. I am happy to be out of... this year for a while," she said.

We followed her inside, letting out a collective sigh as the door closed behind us.

"What now," I asked.

"Well, we have the TARDIS back," the Doctor walked around the console. "And I'd suggest just flying off into the vast expanse of space, but... we have to make a small pitstop first."

"Of course we do," I muttered. "Cardiff?"

"Yup."

"What's in Cardiff?" Martha looked between the two of us.

"There's this little crack in the fabric of the universe."

"Originally, there were these gaseous beings using it as a door before a very clever woman sacrificed herself to close it," I added.

"But it didn't close all the way," the Doctor continued. "There's still a small crack. Like a scar."

"Park the TARDIS on it and the TARDIS can absorb the energy coming from it and use it to repair damage... like damage from the Weeping Angels trying to use it as an infinite food supply."

"Won't take long," the Doctor promised.

"Don't say that," I interjected. "Last time we did this, we almost dropped Cardiff into the rift."

"I'm sorry... what," Martha asked.

"That... was not our fault. No Slitheen this time." the Doctor said.

"Comforting," she muttered, sarcasm as clear as day.

I wrapped an arm around her, giving her a small side hug for her troubles. She grinned over at me as the Doctor ran around the console.

There was a new wave of calm through the TARDIS. Not the same kind of calm that happened after we made it out of some dire situation. This one was smaller, but still significant.

I could only hope that it would last long enough for us to truly enjoy it.

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Secret Artist Au

Adam has always been artistic, if it were music, baking, even if he wasn't good at it and drawing.

Making art was just in his veins.

So when he came to the hotel as a fallen angel and told to get a job he scoffed at the idea. Him? The Adam get a job? As if.

But apparently things cost a lot of money down here and he had none. If anyone found out who he really was they would never hire him at best, at worst they would kill him on sight.

So he drew and posted some art on this Hell site called tumblr and turns out people actually liked his art down here. Well of course they did he's fucking Adam, they would be stupid if they didn't like what he did. He was perfect.

That's when he got a message asking if he did commissions and he had a light bulb moment.

This was how he could make money! Art!

So he even set up a patron so he could post and draw whatever he wanted and people would pay for it. Some of it backgrounds, plants, and animals.

Others and his heavy hitters were his smutty drawings and explicit art pieces of his two oc's either being romantic or having sex. One of them...... May or may not look like himself a little bit and the other miiiiiiight look like a certain King of Hell.

He'll never tell. And no one will know it's him.

Adam couldn’t help but admire the new drawing tablet he bought with all the money he made from his commissions. He could now do a lot more with it. That was when he got a message from duck_fan666.

Adam internally: I know that’s you Luci, even if 666 is Satan’s number I know you like to use it just to piss him off.

Adam decided to go ahead and see what he wanted out of boredom.

@ngelic_@rtist69: Hello, have you come to get a commission?

duck_fan666: Yes, I was looking at your art and I love it. ☺️

@ngelic_@rtist69: Thank you, is there anything in particular you would like to request?

duck_fan666: Yes. I am sure you know what Adam the first man looks like?

@ngelic_@rtist69: Yes.

duck_fan666: Perfect, I would like for you to draw a picture of him in dress that I am going to send a picture of to you and have him surrounded by ducklings. Very fluffy yellow ducklings.

Lucifer then sent the picture of the dress.

This wasn’t going to be some extremely sexual picture, but this was the first time he was asked to draw himself. Though no one had guessed it was him.

@ngelic_@rtist69: I hope you don’t mind me asking why you want me to draw that?

duck_fan666: I think it would be really cute. 🥹

@ngelic_@rtist69: Why not, it sounds interesting and cute like you said.

duck_fan666: Thank you. 😄

Adam internally: I don’t know why I agreed to this.

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