#mahone's hands

[carltonlassie]

[middleland]

Former Church (2) by Joe Schumacher

Via Flickr:

An empty church building in Youngstown. The St. Columba Cathedral is across the street. This building appears to have been torn down since my visit in October 2021.

[marxalittle]

Starts and Moves, 2023/09/30-2023/10/13

world's only consulting defective

I worked up an entire fake Eddie Izzard routine about small appliances, and how in America the wiring just works and people can run their coffee makers and their microwaves at the same time, but how in Australia most things still have the crank on the side to charge them up, and every building in England was built by the Romans or the Plantagenets, except for the ones that were rebuilt after the…

[chunghasweetie]

𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x tattoo artist!jjk

— summary | jungkook’s still closing up after a long day of work. she went to his shop right after work and she was drained. luckily jungkook was just the right one to cheer her up

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

unprotected sex, cursing, praising, just sex lol

— word count | 1.3k words

— song suggestion | put it on me — austin mahone

Jungkook had been working at the shop all day. All sorts of clients going in and out of his shop.

His employees had already gone home a while ago. He was still closing up for the night.

He was exhausted and drained. He just wanted to see his girl, though she had never left his mind through his shift.

The clock had just struck 12pm and JK’s Ink Lounge had finally closed up for the night. It was late, and she was barely getting off work around the same time as well.

He hadn’t seen her since last night because of their busy schedules.

She was a nurse and would work insane hours at the clinic. The two hadn’t had a work break in quite some time.

A knock was heard on the locked door of the shop. “We’re closed!” Jungkook called out before looking at the door, realizing it was actually his girlfriend, not a customer.

“Oh shit.” He cursed to himself, getting out and unlocking the door for her.

Jungkook's face lights up when he sees her enter his shop.

“Sorry baby. I forgot my key.” She apologized, pecking her boyfriend’s lips.

“It’s okay beautiful. What made you come here? Aren’t you tired? I thought you were at home.” He asked her, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Wanted to see my boo.” She hummed. “Never get to really see you anymore.”

He exhaled, “Yeah I know.”

“I got dropped tonight so I thought my lovely boyfriend would pick us up dinner on the way home.” She fluttered her lashes cutely.

“Anything for my baby.”

“I’ll help you close. Just do your online stuff and I’ll clean.” Y/n walked to the front desk, setting her purse down.

“No no baby.” Jungkook stopped her. “You gotta be tired Y/n. I don’t want to do that to you.”

“It’s not that bad baby.” She chuckled, grabbing some cleaning products to properly prep the studio. “I want to help you.”

Y/n could almost run the studio on her own. She knew everything and was more than willing to help her man out.

“You’re so amazing.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll hurry.”

“No rush.” She shook her head, getting straight to cleaning.

The two worked on the closing duties, making sure every part of the studio was ready for tomorrow.

“How was work today baby?”

“It was okay.” Y/n shrugged. “I’m so drained.” She complained, taking a seat on his lap.

Jungkook immediately notices her drained expression, and his face falls. He pulls her into a tight hug, rubbing her back soothingly. "What happened, mama?"

“Short staffed again so I was kinda irritated.” She sighed.

He sighs softly, understanding her fatigue all too well. "You know I'm here for you, mama. Always."

His thumb gently strokes the side of her face, trying to ease her stress. "Why don't you let me take care of you for once?"

“Mm no. It’s my job to take care of you.” She protested.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head at her stubbornness. "That's my job, mama. You're too tired to argue, and I can tell you need some pampering."

“You’re so hard working baby. You’re better than me because you can take so much.” He hummed. “Sorry about your day baby.”

His thumb gently traces the outline her lips, before gently kissing them. "Let me take care of you tonight.

“Please.” She gave in, “I need it.”

"You're too beautiful to say no to." He carries her to a guest futon and sits down with her, his arm around her waist as he kisses her once again.

He groans softly, kissing her deeper and harder as his hands begin to roam her body.

"You know what I'm thinking about, pretty?" He whispers into her ear, his lips brushing against it. "I can't wait much longer. I was fucking trying to wait until we got home but— shit I can’t.”

“So fucking pretty” He whispered.

He begins to undress her, kissing every exposed inch of skin.

“Been wanting this for so long.” She spoke, “We never have time anymore.”

He groans as he hears that, his hands cupping her ass as he her you closer to him.

"Fuck I know pretty. I've wanted it just as bad you have no idea.” He lifts her up and positions himself before lowering her onto him.

“Haven’t seen you in so long.” She mumbled. “Haven’t touched you in forever.”

He nods in agreement as he thrusts up in her. "I know, baby. I've missed this too." His hands roam her body, touching every inch of it as he whispers sweet things to her.

"I love you, mama. You're so fucking beautiful." He croaked out.

His hands travel down her body and between her legs, rubbing her in just the right spot as he watches her with lust-filled eyes.

“Mm” She hummed.

Jungkook’s eyes darken at her soft moans as he leans in closer. "Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?"

He whispers hotly in your ear before nipping at her earlobe. "Because I want to fuck you so fucking bad right now. Just say the word.”

“Jungkook please. Want this so bad.” She whimpered

He growls at her whines, pulling out of her before flipping her over and pushing back into her. "Like this, baby?"

His hips piston in and out of her as he holds onto her hips, tugging her back into him as he thrusts forward.

“Fuck Jungkook— yes.”

He smirks as he listens to her pleas for more.

"Yes, baby?" He leans over her, his chest pressed against her back. "Do you like it when I fuck you rough?"

He moans at her words, his thrusts getting faster and harder. "Yeah, baby. You like when I fuck you rough like this hm? You're such a good girl for me."

He bites down on her shoulder as he reaches around and starts rubbing her clit. “So good for me.”

He smirks against her skin, feeling her getting closer to her release.

"That's right, baby. Cum for me. I wanna hear you scream my name." He thrusts into her a few more times before reaching down and starting to rub her clit furiously.

Her legs were shaking and her body was reacting all too well to his touch.

Jungkook was reaching his orgasm as well, trying to chase it with hers.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” She whined.

He groans at her words, feeling himself getting closer to his own release. "Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock."

He thrusts into her as hard as he can, triggering her orgasm. "Fuck” Jungkook cursed.

“Feels so good— shit” she whimpered.

He growls at her words, feeling himself getting even closer to his release. "Yeah? Mm gonna cum all inside this pussy."

He thrusts into her a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore and cums inside her with a loud groan, filling her up.

“Shitttt” She panted, looking at how messy her pussy was because of them.

He pants hard, his forehead resting against hers as he tries to catch his breath. "Damn, baby. You felt so fucking good."

He smirks and kisses her lips gently. "Thank you, you always let me fuck you so good."

“Anything for you my love.” She giggled. “I can’t believe we had sex in here again.”

He lets out a chuckle, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, I know. I can't help it though. Everytime you walk in here I know I’m done for."

He smirks and kisses her again. "You always make me so excited.”

“You’re just lucky I can’t resist.” She laughed. “Let’s clean now so we can go get food. I’m fucking starving.”

He nods. "Yeah, let's clean up. My stomach is killing me." He pulls out of you and helps clean her up.

“I’m not done with you once we’re home.” He mumbled. “Once that food in my system I’m ready to go.”

“You can’t be serious.” She laughed.

[apoemaday]

Everything Is Going to Be Alright

by Derek Mahon

How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling? There will be dying, there will be dying, but there is no need to go into that. The poems flow from the hand unbidden and the hidden source is the watchful heart; the sun rises in spite of everything and the far cities are beautiful and bright. I lie here in a riot of sunlight watching the day break and the clouds flying. Everything is going to be all right.

[pigswithwings]

On Being Trans: We Have Always Been Here. We Are Here, With You.

Sources (top to bottom, left to right): The First FTM Contingent at San Francisco Pride 🏳️‍⚧️ Derek Mahon "Everything Is Going To Be Alright" 🏳️‍⚧️ @/ghostcauliflower 🏳️‍⚧️ Paul Eluard "No More Alone" 🏳️‍⚧️ DannyLaiLai "Hands" 🏳️‍⚧️ Buttons by Xanthra Mackay and Mirha-Soliel Ross 🏳️‍⚧️ Carolyn Rodgers "Such Beauty from Ashes"

[koiiiji]

windbreaker characters & their perverted, nasty habits pt.3 (last one)

author’s note ; okay now serious topic, empty blogs, pls update at least something in your blogs - age, some info like “here for fics/reblogs/etc/“ or at least some pfp, otherwise i will recognize you as bot blogs and will block you, thank u!

tw : sexual topics, somnophilia, darcryphillia, bondage, hard dom, power play, mastirbation (m! receiving)

incl. : sung kwon, juhwan, hyouma, ryohei, mahon (honorable mention of kazuma and sangho🤭)

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sung kwon - somnophilia

he likes when you stay at his place, especially when you wear his clothes and fall asleep during watching movies. you look so cute, snuggling into blankets and pillows, in weak warm lights of lamp near his bed and lights from tv. his shirt on you is pulled up, revealing a perfect view of your ass and tummy. as usual, you pulled one leg higher and stretched yourself on pillows. it always seems so sexy to sung, you are relaxed and calm in your sleep, bonus points if you open your mouth sweetly and your lips look even more attractive and welcoming. and sung being good boyfriend he is, don’t want to wake you up from your sleep, but that last scene from movie was too hot, and your position look too sexy and welcoming, he can easily extend his hand to your tummy and then directly in your panties, while rubbing his hips on your ass. and he always growl harder when he hears your sleepy moan. he likes to slowly pulling down your panties, trying not to wake you up, slowly rubbing your bare pussy with his big palm, then use only two fingers to find your clit, to make you even more wet, while his chest pressed against your spine, and his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder, listening to all your small, sleepy moans. sung likes to slowly pulling his dick in your wet crack and trying his best to be gentle and quiet, but gosh you squeezing him so tight and warm that he loses himself and end up waking you up with enormous thrusts and a low growls. another his favorite thing - wake you up with his tongue between your legs. sung is master of using his tongue especially when it comes to your pleasure.

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juhwan - nursing handjob

there was something about the way you sat on the side of the bed, squeezing his cock in your hand while he payed extra attention to your boobs, sucking and squeezing them desperately. juhwan doesn’t care about your boobs size, they can be big, small, different forms, he doesn’t care, as long as he can suck them, while looking up at you, while you slowly jerk his dick off. bonus points would be practicing - if you tell him what a good boy he is, juhwan would moan more desperately and push his hips faster. as many warm words he hears as closer he is to cum.

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hyouma - power play/dacryphillia

everything is simple - he is huge and he knows it. and he knows you enjoy it. the fact is that he actually enjoy tower over you, making you feel smaller and weaker, it boosts his ego. when you have sex hyouma almost never have a mercy for you, until you say safe word. of course he spent some time to properly prepare you, but as soon as your first orgasm from his tongue and fingers hits you, be prepared to be hummered into the mattress with monstrous power. but hyouma have his moods sometimes, so he can make you stand up and fuck you from behind, holding your hands behind your back, while he can see your sweet, tear-stained -from overstimulation- face in the mirror and feel how your legs start to tremble with each strong thrust. if you start whimpering that your legs are shaking too much and you can't stand anymore, he will hold your body by wrapping one arm around your waist and putting the other onto your shoulder, forcing you to slam on his dick harder. or in this position he may let go of your hands to grab your hips so hard, that there will be traces of his fingers on your smooth, soft skin. or if you in bed in missionary position and he push your knees almost to your head. hyouma enjoy to lean on you with all his weight, making you feel how helpless you really are in this situation. he can’t explain it, he just feels feral during the sex and sometimes get lost in his pleasure, but the second you say safe word he will stop.

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ryohei - bondage

he enjoy control, and it spreads to your bedroom as well, same to his fetishes. he also capable to find and admire beauty in everything, and he find red ropes over your body really beautiful. the way how it squishes your body in places, how it provides all control over you to him, and how ropes leaves red and pink traces on your body. he likes to set intimate atmosphere in your bedroom with warm, dim lights, maybe some overpriced wine - just to set some mood. honestly, i think he enjoys the process of putting ropes over you more then actual sex, the idea that you trust him so much to let him tie you up during such emotional moment as sex is fascinates him. ryohei is service dom, so ropes maybe a little bit too tight, but all your other wishes is a command to him - he controls you physically now, but you have his mind, heart and soul, and the moment of sex he considers as an equal action - you both sacrifice something, give something to each other to receive something in return. for ryohei sex is a very sensual and emotional state, so he will do everything for his partner, and will expect the same return in return.

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mahon jo - cuckold

seriously, you can’t say that he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you fucked by kazuma or sangho in gym during one of their trainings. and if in case with kazuma it would be more like a threesome, caring, sensual and sweet, as kazuma accept that mahon was a sun who shine, and three of you shared romantic feelings towards each other, and you would be first ones with whom mahon learned that he actually enjoyed watching as his lover being fucked by someone else. as i said all three of you would be emotionally close to each other and during sex it would stay the same - kazuma is really sensual and passionate lover, so he would give the whole show to mahon by slowly undressing you, kissing you passionately, touching you in all right places, while making you look into mahon eyes and price both you and mahon. with sangho its whole different story. it would be more like sangho would fuck you from behind, making mahon look at two of you, not letting him touch you, or comfort you while he hummering his hard dick into your plushy pussy. mahon was fully aware that sangho was jealous over the fact he was better in cycling, but he hadn’t even thought about that sangho was jealous about you, such a sweet girlfriend mahon had, always coming on their competitions to cheer mahon’s team up. and mahon would lie if he would say that he don’t like sight of you under his teammate bending over some exercise equipment with your skirt up.

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juhwan part was kinda short😭😭

and i tried to make ryohei all romantic and passionate during the sex.

ed. writing it half asleep so don’t hesitate to point on mistakes💗🎀🩰🫧

[day-yonniee]

“Remember, this is who you’re being mean to. If you even care…”

A picture of a hamster with a pink bow was shown to him while you gave him a pouty look from behind your phone. A cute glare on your face as you tried making him feel bad for saying no to your demands. It was completely obvious that you didn’t like his answer and wanted him to feel like a horrible criminal for it.

A small sigh escaped his lips, a tired look on his face as he watched you pout around beside him. Letting out little ‘hmph’s and huffs at him, completely displeased by him. Acting like he just insulted your whole family.

“Baby…”

He groan, running his hands down his face. Already feeling himself get fed up with you and your foolery.

“It’s 3 in the morning, I’m not driving you to McDonalds…”

Owen Knight, Vinny Hong, Minu Yoon, Monster, Wooin. Mahon Jo, Kazuma (Or any of your fav WB Characters)

[londonspirit]

Was there ever any doubt that Our Flag Means Death Season 2 wouldn't end in thrilling fashion after taking all of us on a rollercoaster of emotions? Probably not, but show creator David Jenkins and writer John Mahone, who teamed up on the script for the finale episode, seemed distinctly driven to squeeze as many tears out of us watching as possible. With the dynamic between Stede (Rhys Darby) and Ed (Taika Waititi) seemingly fractured as of the season's penultimate installment, it was unclear how — or if — the two men might eventually reconcile, but a new threat to the Republic of Pirates, alongside Ed's realization that maybe he isn't meant to be a fisherman after all, sends the two back into each other's arms, literally.

While some characters are afforded something resembling a happy ending, with Stede and Ed deciding to try their hand at being innkeepers as they watch the Revenge sail off into the sunset under Frenchie's (Joel Fry) command, not every single crew member emerges from the finale battle unscathed, chief among them Ed's first mate and formerly ruthless right-hand Izzy Hands (Con O'Neill), whose parting words to Ed may be the very thing that the former Blackbeard needs to hear in order to fully come to terms with accepting the man inside him all along.

Ahead of the Season 2 finale premiering on Max, Collider had the opportunity to reconnect with Jenkins to discuss some of the episode's biggest moments. Over the course of the interview, which you can read below, Jenkins explains why Izzy's speech is both a eulogy for the character and a statement about the show itself, how the Season 2 premiere and finale bookend each other with those beach scenes, and why he wanted to use that Nina Simone needle drop in particular. He also discusses why the season concludes with a wedding at sea, what the finale sets up for Season 3, and more.

COLLIDER: I feel like my first question, in a completely non-serious way, is: how dare you, and my immediate follow-up is: what gives you the right?

DAVID JENKINS: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Also, I am God to these creatures! But it was hard. It was a hard decision.

The episode kicks off with a somewhat more lighthearted moment, which is Ed realizing he's not cut out for the fishing life after all. On the heels of Stede and Ed’s big fight in the episode prior, why did it feel important to have Ed humorously have the revelation of, “This isn't what I really want after all?”

JENKINS: Well, I like the idea that Season 1 is about Stede’s midlife crisis, and Season 2 is about Ed's midlife crisis. I like that he had a little prima donna moment where he thought he could go and be a simple man, and then it's revealed that he really isn't a simple man; he’s a complicated, fussy, moody guy. No, he's not gonna be able to catch fish for a living. For him to be told that, “At your heart, you're a pirate. You have to go back and do it,” he doesn't want that to be true, but it was true.

Speaking of characters that have a revelation about themselves, Izzy's speech about piracy, about belonging to something and finding family, feels like the thesis statement of this show. Was that the intention behind it?

JENKINS: When I wrote that, I wanted to give Izzy a proper eulogy for himself. He gives a eulogy for himself, but it felt true writing it. Yeah, this is how he sees piracy, and also that's not how he would have viewed piracy in the first season. He would have viewed it as, “I'm here to dominate you, so you work for the boss.” By the end of his journey in the second season, he sees that they built him a unicorn leg, he learned to whittle, and he mentored Stede. He's learned that, actually, a pirate crew works differently than what he thought and that they are all in it together, and they do this for each other. So it felt right for Izzy’s arc, and it is kind of an overall statement about the show.

It's interesting that you call it a eulogy, because, by the time we get to the scene where we know Izzy's not going to make it, it feels like he's using his last moments for Ed more than himself. He has those final words to Ed of, “They love you for who you are. Just be Ed.” Is that the kind of the thing that Ed needs to hear in the moment — even as he's losing, arguably, someone he's known even longer than Stede and is just as close to on an emotional level?

JENKINS: Well, I like that Izzy gives that to him, and then Izzy also apologizes to him because he says that he fed his darkness and that they were both Blackbeard together — that Blackbeard wasn't just Ed, that they did it together. In a way, it's very much for Ed, that speech. The “we were Blackbeard” is claiming that he is also Blackbeard, that Blackbeard is not just Ed’s creation, and I like that for him, too, because he's worked so hard for that — and then just to say, “You can give it up.” There can never be a Blackbeard again as far as Izzy’s concerned because he's dying, and they did that together.

I wanted to ask you about the Stede/Ed reunion. We get Ed finding Stede's love letter that was written all the way at the beginning, and then also the beach fight/reunion. It's definitely a callback to the dream, but was that always the way that you wanted to bookend the season? Here's the dream and the fantasy, and then this is the real moment that we get to have?

JENKINS: It was nice. I knew that I wanted to have the Republic of Pirates at the beginning and end up with the Republic of Pirates. I think the reunion of it was a nice surprise, but it felt right. And finding the letter in a bottle — if you have a letter in a bottle, it's thrown out somewhere, it has to pop up somewhere, you have to see one of them at some point. But yeah, there's a circular nature to it, and that's why I thought it would be good to use Nina Simone at the beginning and at the end as a callback. This dream in this way did come true, and they made it come true.

When I talked to you at the beginning of the season, you mentioned the Nina Simone needle drop, but couldn't say anything about the significance of it at the time. I talked to [music supervisor] Maggie [Phillips], as well, about the needle drops throughout Season 2, and she said you always had a very clear vision for what song you wanted there. A lot of people know the original, but why did you pick Nina's cover? It strikes a different tone; there's a hopefulness to it in a lot of ways.

JENKINS: Yeah, it's wistful. There's a lovely part that sounds like church bells, which is great for the wedding part of it, and then it's just moving. I love her interpretation of it. It’s wistful, positive, and it felt like the end of the show to me. There's a size to it that, up against these images, I just was like, "Yeah, this would be really good. I want this to be in the show."

I did want to ask you about the wedding because on the heels of Izzy's death, it's bittersweet, but also, it's a sign this crew has become a family, and they can still find happy moments and reasons to celebrate. We’ve seen Black Pete and Lucius reconnect, but also reconcile and navigate through Lucius's problems and have their own, almost parallel trajectory journey as a couple alongside Stede and Ed in a way. Was that something that you always wanted to close the season on, the two of them getting hitched?

JENKINS: Yeah. We knew we wanted a matelotage in the season, which is the real term they had for marrying crew members. And yeah, they've always been in relief to Stede and Ed, and they're a little bit ahead of Stede and Ed in how much they can talk about things. So to have a bunch of family things in the season, like a funeral and a wedding, and have the parents kind of watch the kids sail away, felt right, and all of those things seem to work well together and build on each other.

Speaking of Ed and Stede watching everybody sail off, that was an outcome that was somewhat surprising, I think because where they are, you think maybe they're going to end up sailing off with everybody else.” But no, instead, it's just this sweet, lovely note of them getting to play house for a little while. What inspired that turn for them?

JENKINS: I think that they've come to the point in the relationship where they say, “Yeah, we're gonna give this a try,” and that's where the story really gets interesting. That will-they-or-won't-they is interesting to a point, but the real meat of it is always like, “Can they make the relationship, and can they do better than Anne and Mary?” That's the question that we all ask ourselves when we end up in a serious relationship is: can we make this work, and can we get through the hard times? Then they're both very damaged, and it's gonna be a challenge for them, and that's where the story gets interesting.

I'm not sure you can really tease much for a Season 3, but we talked before about how you have your vision for where you want to take this, and based on what we see at the end of Season 2, the implication is that we're going to have Stede and Ed off together, but is the plan to also continue with the other characters as well in their own places?

JENKINS: Yeah. Frenchie’s in charge of the Revenge, and I think Frenchie's Revenge would be an interesting place to work and an interesting ship to be raided by. Then I think that the Revenge means a lot to Stede, and it would be very hard for him to give it up, and he hasn't had a great track record of that. So I think the odds of them all finding each other again are quite high.

All episodes of Our Flag Means Death Season 2 are available to stream on Max.

[shintaru]

Make me sweat, make me hotter| Windbreaker

*How the windbreaker characters react to walking in on you dancing to the water choreography*

m.list ♡ taglist Dance reference in case you don't know

~They know the choreography and join your practice. 

[ Yumi, & Shelly Scott, Mahon] 

~ Will dance with you after you show them the dance. 

[ Minu yoon, Dom kang, Noah Austin, Kaneshiro Takeda, & Chris D’ Char] 

~ Gets really flustered and asks what you’re doing. You show them the choreography making them blush. 

[Vinny hong, Jo Jay, Dom kang, Joker, Minu yoon, & Monster]

~Has no reaction, and goes on as if they didn’t see anything 

[ Jay Jo, Monster, Joker, & Kaneshiro Takeda]

~ Is confused but supports you 

[Noah Austin, Ryohei Hachijō, Harry shepherd, Mia, Yuna, Vinny hong, Kazuma, & Sangho Choi] 

~ Gets turned on and will place their hands on your hips as you dance 

[Chris D’ Char, Hyōma Nagase, Wooin yoo, Hyuk Kwon, Owen knight, Dom kang, & Hwangyeon Choi] 

Random thoughts: is anyone else obsessed with the way she dances? How do you move like that ? 😭😭

dedicated to @samuelseowife @inosukehana @jesusownsme @cozyunderworld @rossesnd @ankita607

[yeshnimwrites]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟJAY JO x fem!character

Desperate Love 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Warning: R-18, violence, angsty, smut, hate speech or slurs, Drug/alcohol abuse/addiction, Stalking or harassment, obssession, toxic love, dark romance.

tags: | smut | pwp | jayjo/reader | vinny/reader | wooin/reader | joker/reader | angsty | all characters featured are 18+

PART 1

Next Part: Part 2

YESHINA BLAIR’S POV

A maniac laugh filled the room as I blew the smoke from my vape. I threw a bored look to Wooin as I rode my bike backwards. Joker kept attacking the punching bag as if it’s going to kill him. And Vinny was sitting across the room with a deadly stare.

“You? Going to Sunny High School? You must be an idiot for saying that in front of me.” Wooin said as he put his both hands on his pockets.

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m quitting for those douchebags who are better than you.” I said as blew the smoke from the side of his face. The smirk vanished from his face as he took a step closer to me, cornering me with his predatory presence.

“Do you take this for a joke? Let me remind you, those losers will meet their fate just the same as Mahon Jo did.” he said as he glared at me. My lips parted as I looked at Vinny who’s now emotionless or looked angry. He always looks like that so I can’t tell if he’s affected or what.

“Good, then let me help them to prevent that from happening.” I tapped his shoulder. His whole body still as he filled in rage. I knew the moment I turned my back away from him, he would grab my hair tightly. It’s not like an attack, his grip is not that hard but it’s enough to make me stop from walking.

Vinny was alarmed therefore he stood up as he put his hands on his pockets. On the other hand, Joker looked disturbed from his usual routine. His eyes went to us, watching as if we were entertaining.

“Hey, knock it off.” Vinny shouted at us but Wooin ignored him.

“If you go to them, I swear I’ll destroy everything that you worked for. This is not a children’s play, Yeshina. The moment you join here, your body and soul will be here until you die, you get it?” Wooin whispered those words as he watched my eyes carefully.

I scoffed as I slapped his hand away. I knew better from punching him because that will just make him more angry and our dispute will not end, and I’m sick of it.

“Wow, can’t wait for that, dipshit. Can you do me a favor? Stop interfering with my life, you obsessed asshole.” I remarked as I glared at him before I threw his vape that I’ve been using. It hit his chest but he managed to catch it fast.

When I was walking away from that room, I heard his laugh in disbelief. As if he couldn’t believe that I would dare to say those things to him. Serves him right. He’s always been an obsessive shit who likes to interfere with everything, when I mean everything, this includes my social life, my romantic relationships, or let’s say my whole interaction with a human being!

We grew up together, but he’s never been a friend or bestfriend. The tension between us grew stronger as we grew up. I knew he was just a rich nerd but who would know that he’s just a dickhead who is also a drug dealer. I couldn’t stay away from him, not only because I grew up with him. Because of that damn vow that I promised to him that he still holds against me every time I threaten to leave him.

We were great friends back then, sure. But it’s all gone when he chose them over me. That illegal business he has.

“How long are you going to stay like that?” I was surprised to see Vinny outside. He was leaning against his bike .

“What do you mean?” I asked as I mounted my bike.

“You know that asshole will never stop even if death pulls you two apart. Heck, even in hell he would still follow you and chain you.” Vinny said as he typed something on his phone.

I scoffed.

“Where is this anger coming from? Past issues? Or to be specific, our past issue?” I teased him. He glared at me as he turned his back away from me.

“Our next match is near, don’t be late in training later.” he said as he started to walk away.

“Well, no words for your former friends since I’m on my way to see them?” I shouted as I wore my helmet. He was stopped from walking as he tilted his head on his side. I bet his red eye was filled with fury by now.

“Just get lost.” he spouted before he left me. I just chuckled.

When I arrived at the school, many students were scattered around. Some of them were looking at me as they whispered gossip about me with each other. I rolled my eyes as I ran my fingers through my ginger hair.

“Shit, another foreign girl in our school?!”

“This must be my lucky day!”

“I’ll ask her out, watch me later.”

My eyes went to the bleachers and I saw a group of familiar faces. It’s Jay jo, Dom, and the rookie of the Hummingbird. I heard Shelly was in the states to get her visa. That means Jay jo is all alone right now. But the thing is, I also heard that Shelly chose to leave Korea because there are mixed signals happening between her and Jay jo. I don’t know if they’re still in a relationship or just have a misunderstanding.

“Am I just hallucinating or I’m really seeing Yeshina with both eyes?” I heard Dom’s voice. He squeezed his eyes to get a better look. I grinned as I waved my hand.

My heart stopped from beating when I watched how Jay Jo turned his head from the book towards me. He shifted his attention to me as his poker face was watching me the whole time. His lips pursed as his eyes came back to the book he’s reading, he ignored my presence like I’m a disturbance or something.

“Hi, I’m going to study here for good.” I said with a smile. Dom’s lips were parted as he shared a meaningful look with Jay.

“You will study here?” Dom asked again.

“Exactly what I said.” I scoffed. He continued to talk but I was already heading towards Jay. I sat down on the bleachers while he was still giving me the cold shoulder. I met them because I helped them through the match, and we got really along. Well except for Shelly of course, she’s still mad at me for being a bother.

I looked over Jay jo and caught a glimpse of the written text on the book. Physics. What’s with nerds and their obsession with numbers?

“Being an academic achiever and cyclist at the same time must be exhausting.” I whispered. He just looked at me before he proceeded to read again.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you for being like that because I’m an academic achiever too and a cyclist at the same time.” I said and that caught his attention.

“Does… your family also force you to be like that?” he asked as if he was remembering something. I shrugged as I stared at the book.

“From where I came from, being an academic achiever is a must. Of course, my parents would pressure me like always. I couldn’t do anything about it because I felt satisfied with being an academic achiever too. I feel like my life would be a waste if I didn’t get an honor.” I said.

“Hmm…” he just hummed.

“Though I’m not good with numbers. Hell, I despise them. I’m such a slow poke when it comes to formulas. However, I’m good with words, essays, and english. I’m excellent with that by the way.”

“I see…” he said. I just nodded my head.

“Let’s race, compete against each other. I haven’t raced against you. If you win, I’ll do all your English essays, but if I win, you have to tutor me with physics.” I said as I stood up.

“Huh?” Dom asked, confused with all commotion.

“Shit! This can’t be, Yeshina Blair is competing against senior Jay jo?!” The freshmen screamed and they caught everyone’s attention.

Jay Jo just threw me a bored look as he flipped the pages of his damn book.

“This moron can’t even take me seriously.” I grabbed my hair in frustration.

“I don’t need someone to do my school work.” he just said, ignoring me totally.

“Are you taking it easy because I’m a girl or my crew is not known unlike yours?” I said as I put my hands on my hips. It’s not like I’m looking forward to telling them which crew I’m part in though.

Actually, I haven’t been in a match. Only once or twice in early matches. Wooin doesn’t like exposing me to the public because he treats all of this as a game. A game where all predators are wandering around and prey like me can be caught within a second, he says.

Jay Jo froze about what he’s been doing. He looked at me with a poker face as he sighed. He closed the book with his right hand before he stood up in front of me. I had to look up because he was too tall for me.

“What? Which part am I right? Is it because I’m a girl or my crew wasn’t pathetically famous like yours?” I said to provoke him.

“Pathetic? Who are you calling pathetic, Yeshina? Damn, is that what everyone thinks about us?” Dom said in an exaggerated tone as if he was in pain.

“Then prepare your pen because you have a lot of things to write.” Jay Jo said in a deep tone, he sounds so confident that it almost scared me. I just laughed maniacally.

We both went to our bikes. I mounted my bike as I locked my helmet while he did the same thing with smooth movement. His emotionless face and eyes were in front, didn’t even bother to look at me. I smirked as I gripped tightly with my bar.

“What’s happening?”

“It looks like that pretty foreign girl challenged Jay jo!”

“She’s so hot!”

“Do you think I will have a chance with her?”

“Not in hell, dork."

“Why did Jay Jo get to pull so many beautiful women? I just don’t understand.”

“Maybe because you’re not smart like him.”

“You moron!”

“This is crazy! Should I call June? He would like to watch this.” Dom said as he grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Jay. Did I also mention that the real bet was you have to break up with Shelly if you lose?” I said emotionlessly. He was stilled, he looked at me with an unexplainable emotion. I don’t know if it’s irritation or anger.

He remained silent but I can tell that the tension between us grew stronger. I grinned like a devil, a habit that I adapted from Wooin.

Now the game begins.

They all know that I was just an average cyclist, they have no idea where I came from.

“Alright, remember this is just a friendly match, Jay okay? No need to push harder–"

“Just go on with it.” Jay Jo’s cold voice startled Dom.

“Geez, what’s with this nerd? Alright, in 3, 2, 1!”

I stomped my pedals so hard and fast to the point the adrenaline started. Jay started with the fast pace in the beginning, my lips parted. I followed him from behind but I didn’t overtake him. Instead, I stayed behind him so I can save all of my energy while he serves as my windbreaker. He noticed it and he even looked behind me with his siren and lazy eyes. I smiled innocently to him.

He looked in front and started to move his bike on the side so I could face the wind alone. I just laughed. He started to sprint faster which left a big gap of distance between us and it was impossible that I could catch up with him.

I took a deep breath as I pushed myself up from my seat and started to sprint also. I managed to catch up with him, that's why he was alarmed. The corner welcomed us and I cursed under my breath. This jerk is excellent with every corner so I have to do it on my way.

I saw big metals. That's why I used it to turn my bike side. I flew up and managed to land a distance away from him. He gritted his teeth. He drifted in the corner and sprinting fast to catch up with me. Fortunately, I’m almost at the finish line.

When I thought I could make it, he overtook me with an incredible speed. So I had to use my last strategy against him.

“Do you think Shelly will ever come back? or she’s probably with Owen in her right now.” I said. He was distracted and looked disturbed. I can see hatred on his face.

But I felt like cold water splashed on me when I felt something behind me. He managed to catch up with that distance and we almost reached the finish line together. Unfortunately, he sprinted like there’s no tomorrow therefore he reached the finish line before with only 0.5 second.

We’re both catching our breath. I rested my forehead on my bike while sitting. Damn, I almost won. I heard Jay adjusted his helmet and put it on his bike.

“Way to go, Jay! I knew you would never take it easy.” Dom exclaimed.

“But you just said that he should take it easy, aren’t you?” the freshmen said.

“What?! I never did!”

I ignored them. I saw Jay approaching me. He stood in front of me and I saw all of the students were watching our interaction. The sweat was dripping on his temple and face but he still looked hot. It’s so unfair.

“Nice match. I enjoyed it. You must love your girlfriend too dearly. You never want to let her go huh?” I teased him but he just looked at me. He grabbed his bag and wore the strap on his back.

I was startled when he grabbed something inside of his bag and pushed it into my hands. It’s his books, loads of them. I threw him an annoyed look and rolled my eyes.

“Alright, let’s go.” I nodded my head. He arched his eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“To your place? Where do you think I will answer these books? On the road?” I said sarcastically.

“You can answer them in your home.” he said as if he’s stating the obvious.

“Wow, thanks, genius. I’ve never thought about that. Listen, I can't, okay? My… brothers will kill me.” Really Yeshina? Brothers? I cringed and I reminded myself that I would need to kill myself when I get gome for saying that.

He threw me a strange look. From that stare, I knew he would say “Not my problem”, but he held himself back, being a gentleman himself.

I followed him even though he thinks I'm a bother. Dom, June (I didn’t know he arrived here earlier), and other freshmen were following behind us. Jay, the nonchalant, kept his poker face as he strutted. His right hand was inside his pocket while the other one was holding his bike.

“Have you heard about Shelly, Jay? Our next match is near.” June asked but Jay just shook his head. I pursed my lips while listening to them.

“Oh man! Shelly must see me in my new physical form. I improved a lot!” Dom said. They continue to talk about Shelly but Jay was zoning out as if he doesn’t care about his surroundings.

“Look who’s here, brothers huh? What are you doing with this dipshit?” I froze when I heard that familiar voice. The atmosphere changed, Dom changed his stance as if he’s preparing if one of them will attack us, while June looked serious, and Jay looked emotionless.

The Sabbath Crew is here.

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 20 avril 1824, (2230): Chapeau de gros de Naples orné de giroflée de mahon. Robe garnie de remplis de satin. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Standing woman with flowers in hand, wearing a dress trimmed with satin remplis. On the head a hat of 'gros de Naples' decorated with flowers: 'giroflée de mahon'. Further accessories: scarf trimmed with fringes, handkerchief, shoe with square toe. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Pierre de la Mésangère, Paris, 1797-1839.

[middleland]

Full Gospel Loves True Spirit Ministry by Joe Indovina

[blackwolfstabs]

SHADOW

Billy reflects on his only daughter and how blood can look so tragic yet so beautiful in the dark light of a serial killer's love.

fandom: Scream characters: Billy Loomis, Sam Carpenter, Christina Carpenter (mentioned), Mr. Carpenter (mentioned), & Tara Carpenter (mentioned) content: AU // She's Somebody's Daughter

a/n: shoutout to my billy, who inspired me to write this AU: @alphawolfstabs - love you lots billy! thank you for always supporting and inspiring me 🩶🩶🩶 inspired by Shadow | Austin Mahone

Being the bad boy with a difficult home life was one of the most misleading things in both observing and experiencing. It was easy. It was simple. At least, this was true for those observing. It was a problem that had logical causes and predictable solutions. However, from the boy experiencing it, things weren’t that clear. It wasn’t easy or simple. It was a game. 

And if you looked closely, it was a game that the boy would come to know well. A painful, torturous game that was much easier to play on other people, especially when they don’t know who you are. It was all about questions, a quiz, one could say. Or a trivia…

Now, the questions weren’t complicated. They were actually very simple, but only when they were placed into the right hands. Only when they were asked to someone with a clear head. Emotions are a dangerous element to gamble with. They are what determines how the game will end. Those who have control over everything going on, inside and outside of themselves are very victorious. Lucky is the right word for it. But when you look through the lens of someone who’s preoccupied—whether it be by confusion, fear, anxiety, a loss of control—everything turns around. And those people do reckless things for unexplainable reasons that predict irreversible consequences.

The result? Take it from anyone who’s been burned with tragedy. It will always… always be at the cost of someone’s life. More times than not, it’s oneself. But then there are those rare cases when it’s someone else… someone you had no idea would even take any kind of blame for what you did. And you never know until it’s too late…

It was from a mirror. It was always from a mirror that Billy had the opportunity to have any sort of interaction, or connection, or bond, or whatever it was called with Sam. He never thought he’d ever have a daughter. He never thought he’d have a kid, period. Who would? He wasn’t that type. However, Christina was, and did she fall hard for him. It wasn’t a long relationship, but it escalated quickly. Ever since his mother left, Billy never thought twice about shit. Especially about shit like that. He was young, wild, and reckless. That’s all there was to it. But when he got that 2 AM phone call, and Christina was on the other line, it was the first time in years that he stopped to think for a second.

“I’m pregnant.”

They both knew he was the donor, but he was 17 and already had a plan. And it didn’t involve Christina or a daughter. So, he told her to give “it” up. Get rid of “it”. Then, he got himself killed before he found out she never did give anything away.

Now word had it that 13 years down the road, Christina began to resent their daughter, Samantha, and it was all because of him. It was controversial, of course, because honestly… How couldn’t it be?

Everything fell apart the night she found out that Billy Loomis was her father, her biological father. After 13 years of seeing Christina’s husband, her baby sister’s father, Mr. Carpenter, as her father—as her dad—it was no surprise that her world was turned upside down. It wasn’t her fault. Yet Christina would say it was, because she knew better than to go snooping where she wasn’t supposed to be. 

That was the Loomis in her. And that was what made her who she was. It was what made her a survivor.

Samantha Carpenter would always be Samantha Carpenter. There was no telling her otherwise. It was written on her birth certificate and tattooed on every memory she ever had, before and after she found out the truth.

But through all those years, and even now, Billy had been watching. That was the one thing that he would thank death for… he got to be a part of his daughter’s life. Even when she didn’t like him, even when she couldn’t stand it, even when he teased her and critiqued her and forced her to face the bloodied card she’d been dealt—the one that was stained with the blood of a killer. 

Even through everything, Sam was Billy’s daughter. She was his. And even though he was compatible with the majority opinion of him not being the type of guy…

He loved her.

He loved her a lot. No matter what his background was, Sam brought a light into the abyss of the afterlife. He never had the chance to be there for her like a father could’ve and should’ve been, but the idea always stayed in the back of his head. Because in the years before she knew about him and about herself, he was not a reflection…

He was a shadow.

He had seen her be a kid, a little girl ducking into the safety of another man that had no idea just how lucky he was to have someone like her call him “dad.” And while he’d never admit it, the reality of that hurt Billy over time.

He had watched her since the day she was born. Every time she walked into a room, he was there. Every time she turned out the light at night, he was there. Every mirror she glanced in or window she looked out of, he was there, even before her hallucinations began. 

He had to say, it was strange to watch someone that was half of him live. It was strange in a way that started to restore the emotion in him but only to an extent. He wanted to be more to her than what he was, but he didn’t know how to be. That’s why he was so hard on her when things started to go south, especially when she was brought back to Woodsboro. When she went to New York, it was the same thing, however, he could feel that they were more than just estranged in the realities of living and dead. And so, he put a name on it: Team Loomis. His words were no less than a mentor’s, but regardless of that, he wanted to be better. Truly, he did. Because in everything she did, he saw someone with a thrill for survival that left him knowing it was bred from himself. 

But he also saw everything he missed out on, everything that should’ve been him had life meant to be something else—had he meant to be someone else. 

All the times Sam had called Mr. Carpenter “dad” or “daddy”. All the times she had run to him when she was scared or reached for him when she needed help. When she’d cry, and he’d held her. When she’d fallen, and he’d picked her up. When he'd make her smile and laugh, even on her bad days. As she'd gotten older, he’d tell her he was proud of her, and he’d still kiss her goodnight like it was the first night... even after so much time. 

And then she found out the truth. And she accidentally told him straight to his face, even though she didn't know he was standing right behind her. That little girl and her daddy—that bond that had been built up on a fantasy sworn to be reality—was shattered. Just like that.

And she had watched him walk out that door that night, thinking for years-on-end afterwards that it was her fault. That she was the reason he left.

But the real reason was on the wall, a shadow that could only observe in silence like he’d done since the dawn of her time. At that moment, Billy never knew if it was too soon or too late to be there for her. He didn’t know how to comfort her. How could he? 

Only his shadow knew how he felt about her. Only his shadow went where he dreamed of her and him. 

He was only a shadow, until he wasn’t…

—

All of those thoughts hit Billy as he watched Sam lay nearly lifelessly on the cold, blood-splattered floor, her back to him and her breathing light and raspy. Her clothing was ripped and torn apart, blood smeared over her face and skin, bruises spotted her body, her hair was matted with sweat and stuck to her glistening complexion.

This was the same girl he'd watched grow up.

She didn’t deserve the burden life dealt her because of him and Christina, but she carried it anyway. She’d carry anything, if it meant keeping the ones she loved safe. What a tragedy... but also so very beautiful.

She was beautiful. She was powerful. She was dangerous. She was Billy Loomis’s daughter.

And Billy felt such a strong sense of paternal instinct, desire, and longing as he looked at her now.

That was his baby girl.

“Sam…” he said her name loud enough for her to hear, but gentle enough for her to feel comforted.

At first, Sam didn’t move, seeming too exhausted and beat to do anything else but lie so weakly on her side. But then she did. 

Billy didn’t expect her to try and get up, but she did. He wanted to go to her, but he was frozen as watched her struggle, her arms shaking violently, while she pulled herself to her knees. A hoarse grunt that was part-whimper left her lips as she forced herself to her feet. Her face lifted ever so slightly towards him and…

She looked exhausted, like seeing him was the one thing she wanted more than anything—like she had felt trapped and alone, victorious yet defeated in this burning place. She nearly stumbled as she started towards him, finding her limp in the pain that was scourging through her.

It was slow, but it was strong in comparison to the desperate need her father knew she had to just fall and not get up. But she didn’t. She dragged herself to him with everything she had, until she got close enough for him to hold his arms out, and she collapsed into them. Billy dropped with her as she fell to the ground again, holding her close and pulling her into him. He felt her shudder and grab his guarding arm, like she was afraid he was going to disappear. His fingers combed through her hair, and he felt tears touch the forearm that was held against her cheek.

She moaned in pain, digging her nails into him. 

That’s when he spoke to her. “Good job, Sam… you did so good.” He wished he could say all these things, all these words that she’d never heard from him—that she should’ve heard from him—but when he saw her bare torso convulse to have blood flood out of the gash in her side, that sealed his lips.

But she still held onto him…

Just like she had held onto Mr. Carpenter for years.

“It’s over…” Billy whispered, then bowed to place a tender kiss on her head. “Just rest now…”

When the paramedics rushed in, Samantha Carpenter was alone.

But Billy Loomis’s shadow never left.

[rkmaru]

Lydia Mahon - profile

Birthday: July 22 Height: 175 cm

Affiliation: Crown (???)

Curse: Rose Red (Snow White & Rose Red)

Hobbies: Gardening & Foraging, Violin

Skills: Intimidation, Problem Solving

Likes: Drinking and Singing

Dislikes: Greed

Resents: The English Losing her sister

Weapon: Axe & Dagger

More under the cut! TW: suicide mention

Abilities: Hears the voices of the dead, as long as she can be close to their body or hold something that belonged to them. Does not do well in graveyards.

History: Born to an Irish family with a younger twin sister named Emilie. They both were very close growing up, playing in the woods and singing as they told each other stories of enchanted wildlife and far away kingdoms. During a hard year Emilie was offered a high dowry to marry a deceitful man who took her to the United States during their Gilded Age. Lydia spent a few years taking care of her family as best she could, but only rejected the suitors that came for her hand in marriage. She had lost contact with Emilie and her family began pressuring her to marry. Lonely and lost, Lydia made her way to the States to reunite with her sister only to learn that she had died by suicide after her new husband abused his power over her. Lydia enacted swift revenge against the man, learning of her curse as his other victim’s voices told her of what he had done to them as well.

Making passage back to Europe to escape prosecution, Lydia decided to try to make a new life for herself in England despite the prejudice against the Irish.

『 Hell don’t know my fury…』

[finalgirlbrainrot]

bitches be like "he was insane for that" and it's just alexander mahone killing a man with his bare hands to save michael scofield's life