#yes this is sheduled

[joifee]

"xB", M.C. Joifee, 2023, Digital Drawing with Medibang Paint Pro, 30.2 x 19.9cm, uploaded on the artists tumblr-blog

This artpiece was drawn during @shepscapades hermit character-design event all through june. The artist M.C. Joifee was inspired by the painting "Ophelia" by the british artist Sir John Everett Millais, drawn 1851-1852.

The imagine depicts xBcrafted lying inside a shallow river in a similar pose to Ophelia in the original painting. Other than Ophelia his eyes are closed, making him appear more peaceful than Ophelia. He is surrounded by floating cherry-blossom, choosen by the artist due to the current 1.20 update of minecraft, which introduced the cherry-grove biome.

The river is surrounded by minecraft-typical fauna. On the shore of xB's right side is an azalea tree is growing from the ground. On the left side sugarcane is growing next to a sandy beach. On the left side of the picture, parts of a stone bridge is visible. Possible a bridge build by xB himself or another unknown to us hermit.

Floating particals let us assume that theres a sporeblossom and a cherry tree nearby.

[website-com]

so if im going to be on a 29 hour plane journey in 24 hours why has my body decided now is the time to bleed out of my hole. i need to stop asking for something to go right its clearly not working

[greencheekconure27]

Bearer of the "can only arrive at a bus stop last minute and running no matter what she does" curse

(unless it's bad weather and I'm tired and going home.Then it'll be 45 minutes early because I've missed the previous one)

[ljubimaya]

SLUT ME OUT𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

SYNOPSIS: Does fucking your bratty girlfriend into oblivion help her fall asleep even when her sleep shedule is shit? Draken says yes! C/W: fem! afab! Reader, established relationship, aged up characters (20+ years old), brat! reader and brat tamer! Draken, pussy spanking, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped), tummy bulging, cervix fucking, reader doesn't have a great sleep schedule/implied insomnia, mentions of social media (tiktok, Instagram, etc.), no prep, Draken has a big dick, rip your pussy, MDNI!!!! W/C: about 3k A/N: this is super self indulgent and has been on my mind for the longest time :,)) I won't lie, this particular fic took me a while to write for some reasons, but I guess not every fic can just flow out of my brain directly into my google docs. Also, not proofread and kinda chaotic (?)

DRAKEN had enough. He’d toss and turn, unable to get a wink of sleep. Next to him laid, or rather sat, you, staring at the bright display of your phone watching the newest videos of your favorite creators. You’d scroll, switching between Instagram Reels to Tiktoks to Youtube shorts, trying to get your nightly dose of entertainment before you’d cuddle up to your boyfriend and fall asleep. Insomnia was a bitch and Draken knew that you did your best not to disturb his sleep, but it became glaringly clear that your sleeping habits impacted his. So really, it didn’t do much for him when you lowered the volume as much as you could, or the way you’d try and stifle your laughter at a particularly funny Reel. He was wide away at an ungodly hour with you, but unlike you, he had to go to work in six hours. 

“Babe, you should go to sleep now” Draken grumbled as he turned around to face you “Phone-time is over” Draken reached and grabbed your phone from your grip before turning it off and placing it on his night stand. Once Draken turned back to look at you, the street lanterns barely illuminated the dark bedroom from outside. The blonde’s eyes quickly adapted to the dark, and all he saw was your pouty face glaring daggers at him.

“You can’t just take away my phone like that” you scoffed at your boyfriend “You’re acting like my dad. I’m a grown woman, and I’m more than capable of making my own decisions” Huffing, you tried to reach over the broad man to get your phone back, eager to return to the story time you’ve just watched. But you’ll soon come to find out that your boyfriend is not the right man to disobey. 

Draken caught your hand before you could even touch your phone “Oh yeah, a grown woman? You?” He looked at you with his sharp onyx eyes. You saw an all too familiar dangerous spark in his eyes, a spark that challenged you to defy him. Fuck around and find out.

“Yes, me. Believe it or not, but I’m my own person” you exclaimed, trying to sound as firm as you can. This was dangerous territory, but you’ve walked that path numerous times and oh boy, did you want to fuck around and find out. Not that you didn’t know what would follow - you were certain about what would follow should you keep being difficult. 

You pressed your thighs together, clit throbbing at the vicious glare your boyfriend threw at you “Who are you to even think you can boss me around?” That sealed the deal, you concluded from the way Draken leaned in closer to you. His gigantic form blocked out the window, the only source of light. You weren’t able to see much, but you didn’t have to. Draken was so close to you that you heard his even breathing, smelled the faint smell of the shampoo he used when he went to shower prior to joining you in bed hours ago, but most importantly, you felt him. You felt his rough hands on your thigh underneath the blanket, warm fingers pressing into your soft flesh. But most importantly, you felt his breath fanning  against your lips. 

“Yeah, you are your own person” His deep voice rumbles through the darkness of your shared bedroom, sending a shiver of excitement over your body “But I think you’re giving yourself way too much credit. You may look like a somewhat reliable, mature person, but you’re a brat through and through”

His grip on your thigh grew tighter. A mewl almost escaped your lips, but you didn’t dare make a noise. You didn’t want him to know that you got off to this, at least not now.

“And you know damn well I don’t like being disrespected. I’m not your father, but I am your boyfriend and I won’t tolerate this level of disrespect” Draken’s voice rumbled lowly, his grip on your thigh as firm as before “I’m gonna give you one chance to look me in the eye and apologize, brat” He spat out. The way your boyfriend put so much emphasis on “brat” made you feel tingles inside your stomach. 

You leaned closer to him, looked him in the face - even when you couldn’t see well in the dark, you still knew where to look - and told him with the sweetest voice “No. I’m not gonna apologize for anything. I said what I said” You were about to ask for your phone back, hoping that would make him snap but you didn’t get the chance to. A yelp left your mouth at the stinging sensation you felt on your thigh. You were no longer able to contain your excitement; a lewd moan left your lips as his palm made impact with your thigh. Draken was on top of you, yanking your legs apart harshly, before your mind could even register it.

“Should have known you were being difficult on purpose” Your boyfriend grumbled into your ear, his fingers tracing lines over your clothed cunt “Could have just told me you want me to fuck you to sleep. Would have saved me my nerves”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not being difficult” 

“Liar” His fingers slipped past your panties. A sinful moan left your lips as Draken teased your clit, rubbing agonizingly light strokes over your throbbing bud. His fingers barely touched you where you needed him the most. A part of you wanted to drop the bratty act and ask - no, beg -  him to fuck you, but you already knew that it was far too late to act like a good girl for him. So you committed to the bratty act. 

“I’m not a liar-”

Gasps and moans left your lips as Draken slapped your clothed pussy, making you unable to finish your protests. The stinging pain aroused you even more. You wanted more of him. 

"What was that? Didn’t catch that” Draken grinned wolfishly at your attempts to seem unfazed, but your squirming beneath his calloused hand and the embarrassingly big, wet spot on your panties told him everything he needed to know.

“I said I’m not a liar-” His hand landed on your pussy again. The hard slap sent a jolt through your body, slick seeped out of your pussy and soiled your favorite pair of panties. 

“Hmmm, apologize for lying to me, and I’ll take off your panties for you” Draken’s deep, rich voice rumbled “If I like your apology, that is. Better start begging if you want them off” 

“N-No, I won’t apologize” the words stumbled out of your lips, unable to come up with a snarky comment. Your refusal to beg would have to do for now. 

Another hard slap landed on your pussy once Draken heard your whiney stutter. You mewled at the impact, loving the pleasure you feel from the pain. Your clit throbbed against the fabric of your heavily soiled like a second heartbeat, waiting to be touched again; but as if reading your mind, Draken his assault on your poor pussy. Instead, he roughly yanked your panties off your body, so much so you feared he ripped the fabric. You yelped as he manhandled you, pressed you into the mattress and took your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. 

You could feel his bulge pressed against your thigh as he yanked your legs apart, making sure to position himself between your trembling legs.  Anticipation washes over you; you felt so excited to feel his fingers stretch you out nicely, preparing you to take his thick cock. You’re already imagining his long fingers pumping in and out, middle and ring finger setting an unforgiving pace as his thumb would be teasing your clit until you’d cream around his digits. 

Instead of thrusting in and out of your weeping hole, his fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. Draken’s rock hard dick slapped against his toned abs. Your eyes have adjusted to the little light coming from outside, the cheap lantern lights illuminating the best parts of your boyfriend as you moved your head, desperate to catch a glimpse. 

Veiny, girthy, with a big, angry red tip, leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight. Oh, what you’d do to have him down your throat…

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Draken give his cock a few, firm pumps before his hand moved back to the base, guiding his leaking tip between your folds. The thought of your boyfriend fucking you without preping you beforehand felt both daunting and arousing to you. Remembering the previous times he took you, you vividly remembered the way his dick would stretch you out uncomfortably despite him eating you out and fingering you beforehand. You could only imagine the damage he’d do if he didn’t prep you. So, your bratty act faltered as you opened your mouth, and hoarsely asked “Baby, what are you doing?”

Lust filled, onyx eyes met yours as Draken heard your small protests, a scowl adorned his handsome face “Teaching you a lesson” He groaned as he teased your folds with his tip “Since you wanted to be a brat about it, I’m gonna put you back in your place like one” Without warning, Draken pushed his bulbous tip inside. 

Tears shot up in your eyes as you bit back a scream, feeling as if you were being impaled by him. You struggled beneath him, struggled to take him fully while he mercilessly forced himself inside you, and struggled to contain your moans bubbling out of your sealed lips. Despite the stretching, burning pain you felt the deeper Draken pushed himself between your walls, you couldn’t deny that you liked it. Your clit throbbed as you got stuffed full of cock, begging to be touched, pinched, slapped.

Sweat collected on Draken’s forehead. He felt somewhat conflicted about not loosening you up properly, feeling that he might be doing too much this time, but the grip your gummy walls had on him made it impossible for him to pull out. He didn’t know if it was either the lack of prep or you loving it that made you so damn tight - almost too tight- for him. Draken was sure of one thing though: he physically couldn’t pull out. He lacked the will power for it.

Lost in his own pleasure, your boyfriend glanced at your face. The nagging voice in his head demanded to know if you were doing okay. Below him, you were a shaking mess. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, lips plump and bruised from you biting them, eyes rolled back in sheer bliss and tummy bulging. If heaven was real, it would face in comparison to your blissed out expression, a sweet combination of pained and aroused. 

“Oh, why so silent, brat?” Draken huffed “Where did your smart mouth go?” He groaned as he harshly thrusted the last remaining inches inside your weeping cunt, attentively watching your face. You weren’t able to hold the nasty, loud moan anymore. You tried to hold onto the pillows for leverage, but Draken’s tight grip on your wrists didn’t falter. Panting, you made eye contact with Draken. His scowl has warped into a cruel grin; he looked down on you like a wolf would look at a wounded sheep, ready to devour it. 

“You’re so filthy” Draken mused, chuckling darkly when you turned your face away in shame. His free hand took hold of the bed frame, an action that caught your attention. You squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating a hard thrust out before he’d plunge right back inside you. But he didn’t. Instead, the grip on your wrists grew tighter, making you squeal in pain and look at him, glaring daggers at your boyfriend. 

“Speak when you’re spoken to, brat” Draken growled “This is your last chance. Beg me for forgiveness, and I might be nice” 

And despite his threats, he still saw a flicker of defiance in your eyes. He knew that you’d always be bratty to him, and you knew he knew. 

“F-Fuck you” you meekly replied back, your voice faltering and shaky. You knew you were screwed when you saw the dark glint in Draken’s onyx eyes. 

Wordlessly, Draken pulled out and rammed back inside. The first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, the ones that followed after knocked your soul out of your body. Draken didn’t hold himself back, the might of his thrusts shook the bed you two shared. The old mattress that you two have been meaning to replace for ages let out loud, squeaky noises with every movement. The thudding, the squeaking, your loud sobs and Draken’s low groans were a guarantee for getting noise complaints in the morning, but neither of you cared; your brain fuzzy from the painful yet delicious stretch and Draken too focused on the grip your pussy had on his dick. 

Draken’s balls smacked against your ass with each merciless thrust, heavy and full with his cum. His tip continuously kissed your cervix, which ended up heightening the pain and pleasure you felt. Feeling overstimulated, you knew you wouldn’t last any longer and come soon. While drunk on your pussy, Draken was still able to think somewhat clearly. He felt the way your walls grew tighter around him and heard the frantic moans that escaped your lips. 

So he stopped right before you could come. 

You whined desperately once Draken stopped moving, trying to grind your hips against him, to create a friction that could satisfy the overbearing heat you felt in your tummy. Much to your dismay, you weren’t able to move a lot with your boyfriend pressing down on you. 

“Stop moving or I will pull out” Draken warned you sternly. He didn’t like having to postpone his own orgasm for the sake of teaching you a lesson, so he hopes he has cracked you down enough to drop your stubborn, bratty attitude. 

A wince left your lips as you heard Draken, your hips stopping their movements. You looked up at him, teary eyed and frowning at his sudden stop.

“You didn’t actually think I’d let you cum after all the badmouthing you did” He scoffed, trying to suppress a grin. Oh, how he loved seeing you so needy. He absolutely loved seeing the real you, the desperate you. 

You’d be embarrassed by the way your resolve broke so quickly, but you couldn’t think straight anymore. All thoughts in your head revolved around cumming on his cock. 

“Please” you whimpered out “Please, I wanna cum”

“Nu-huh. You’ll have to do better” Draken rolled his eyes at you “And you better be quick. I don’t have the whole night”

And just like that, the dam broke. Beginnings and pleadings and empty promises bubbled out of your mouth, each word sounding more desperate than the previous. Music to his ears. 

“I will never disrespect you like that again” You promised, sobbing as you ran out of anything to make him reconsider “I will always listen to you, I will always be obedient” 

Of course, Draken knew that you were throwing everything and saw what stuck; he knew you would go back to your antics as soon as you wake up in the morning. To say he was unimpressed was an understatement. 

“I’ll be good. I-I will fix my sleep schedule” you stuttered out, growing antsy at the lack of a reaction. You’ve run out of what to say to him to appease him “You wanted me to fix it, right?” 

Draken could only scoff at you. What a pathetic thing to say “We both know that’s a lie. You know I hate lies” Draken could see the disappointment in your eyes “And to top it all off, all of those things you’ve said are lies as well”

“But that’s fine. I’m gonna make an honest person out of you” With that, Draken slammed his hips against yours, picking up right where he left off. Screams and cries left your lips as your boyfriend drilled inside you. 

“If fucking your brains out every night is what will make you be good, I will do it” Draken grunted between thrusts. Draken’s pace was unforgiving, his thrusts angled to hit all the right spots. The sudden switch up on his demeanor left you confused, but who were you to question your boyfriend while he’s balls deep inside you?

Draken’s hips repeatedly crash against yours, chasing after his orgasm. He was usually so patient and kind with you, making sure you’d cum before him. This time, Draken prioritized his own high. So he fucked you like a dog in heat until he emptied his balls inside you with a groan. He shut his eyes tightly as he fucked his cum into you, trying to extend his orgasm as much as he could. 

His cum shot inside your womb, filling you up nicely; so much so that the tight knot in your tummy broke. You mewled out his name as you came hard, your legs trembling and your back arched at the aftershocks from your intense orgasm. Your eyes felt heavy, and before you knew it, you passed out from sheer exhaustion. Sleeping soundly, you didn’t notice Draken pulling his dick out. He could only imagine the divine view of his cum leaking out of your pulsing pussy if it was brighter inside the bedroom. 

Despite feeling tired himself, Draken pushed himself off your shared bed and went to the bedroom quietly, making sure you wouldn't wake up. After all, he gave it his all to put you to sleep. He returned -womewhat clean himself- with a wet towel and carefully cleaned you up. Your boyfriend silently watched you sleep, letting the previous events replay in his mind before he laid down and covered the both of you with a blanket. As Draken fell asleep, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph swell up in his chest. He finally knew what would get you to fall asleep, and he was very much intending at fucking you to sleep every night.

[cosmique-oddity]

Randoms facts i learned about Gambit in X-men TAS :

He really really loves Rogue. Wouldnt mind dying from her power as long as he can kiss his chère.

And i could start a paragraph about an accurate representation of Remy because YES he loves Rogue, its very important in his character but it stay quite secondary in the plot. There is never a romance episode or else, its always on side notes and it make it so much better.

Cant do ski probably bad at skateboard and snowboard too. I will headcanon a shitty balance.

Can unintentionally activate his power if panicking enough

People cant see his black eyes ? Because when he is next to a regular human, even anti mutants ones, nobody say anything to him (unlike The Beast or Nightcrawler who are called devil. But dont say to me a human with fricking black eye wouldnt be called Devil-). Or maybe they think he is a punk who dyed his sclera.

He doesnt believe in God (at least the christian one) , and would argue and sass a Christian about that if he doesnt know him very well.

The denser the material is, the harder it is for him to charge it.

Can charge an object without making him explode in order to warm it, for example with coffee.

His power work on plants. Dont ask me why

The reason why he randomly disappear on some episodes is because he is partying somewhere on town. Often at bar. The others X-mens often say he will "appear again at morning after a night of sins".

Terrible sleep shedule.

Strong enough to endure torture without breaking. Stop saying he could be a traitor because he is probably one of the most loyal X-men.

Do the People of Tumblr want me to illustrate one or more of these facts ?

[ventiij]

companion!scara x traveller!reader

not requested js felt like writing this

okay but imagine: after helping Lord Kusanali out, he has nothing to do. just free time 24/7 (now he’s just like those oldies that watch contruction works), how will he even take care of himself? then you pop up and change his lifestyle, you litterally said ‘you’re not living like that under my watch.’ and in a snap of fingers he was wandering with you all over teyvat.

-he’s so the type to make shitty comments abt every poor soul that passes by.

-visiting a new nation you know almost nothing about? good, he’s the only one capable to help. throw Paimon away, here Scara comes.

-“go to bed. right. now. I’ll wake you up at 6:53 tomorrow morning, which means you’ll have exactly seven minutes to prepare for the day. we’ll start like this-“

-shitty ahh shedules everywhere everywhen

-once, a fight with some fatui agents was taking too long for his liking (or so you thought) and he just lifted you up in his arms and brought you to the location you were supposed to be at a quarter of hour ago.

-“but they’ll hurt somebody if we don’t stop them!” you say and Scara responds with something like “that somebody could’ve been us, thank me later.”

-that’s when you realize he genuinely cares!! isn’t that cute?

-soo cat-like personality ughh litterally scarameow. how can you deal with it? anwser: tease him more!! being caught soft makes his cheeks flush red? now your sight is on him only, waiting for the occasion. you initiating physical touch flusters him? do it more often. he’s trying to tease you back? tease him until you’ve shut his mouth.

-wait, your touch flusters him?

-another day, after you’ve been paying too much attention to Paimon; you noticed how he got grumpier and grumpier each second.

-“uhh.. Scara? you okay?” you spoke, he gave you a death glance and replied “yes.” as he kept staring at you, then looked at Paimon with half closed eyes, rarely blinking.

-so you started to question his behaviour.

after taking all the small hints he subconsciously kept giving you about his crush on you (such as these), you decide to try and confront him about it.

part 2? 😱🔥 (send help it’s school time again)

[seiquack]

Late Night Walk

Ran Haitani ( 灰谷 蘭 ) x GN!reader ✧

Overthinking, Mutual feelings (?), Ran loves reader and is obvious about it, mostly reader who overthinks,

proofread: @spoiled-beans707

You knew he wanted you as much you wanted him. The kisses that left your skin marked with shades of purple linger on your skin, gifts and flowers delivered infront of your door to make up for small misunderstandings

These events happen in most friendships yet why is Ran's actions seemed to be laced with something

His texts about his day's shedule, texts asking to hang out, and sudden 'I love you' texts in the middle of night.

You don't know if he really meant those 'I love you's' or if it's just to rile you up and see how you would react.

You are not even sure if you should be with Ran considering the things he has done, being affiliated with gangs the whole part of his life, the tittle he holds that he wears mighty and high not feeling an ouch of shame when explaining on how him and his brother got it

Calloused hands that's always tainted with Crimson blood that didn't belong to him,

holds your hand gently that it almost made you believe he didn't have the strength to break every bone in your body

It was a night in the month of December, walking in an empty park since he suggested the both of you should stroll around town for a while before going to each others respective homes.

Leafless tree's decorated with LED lights with snow decorating the ground surrounded the two of you as the both of your continued to walk

"Come and be apart of my life forever" Ran stops walking still holding your hand causing you to stop in your tracks

He gently squeezes your hand as he looked at you as if you were the most perfect being in every universe that exist.

you give him a look as if he said the most stupid thing in the word

"You wouldn't want that" letting go of his hand, looking away from him starting to walk away

"Yes i do" He replies "Wouldn't you know why I said that?" he questions you following your pace and walking beside you but keeping space between the two of you

"Honestly, I don't want to know" you pause to swallow the lump forming in your throat "everything your sprouting out of your mouth is just a sudden thought you created and you want to solve by doing dumb solutions"

You stop walking and look back to him, he stopped as well just giving you his casual smile that didn't falter at your reply to his question

"How would you know?" He askes you once again raising a brow and putting his hands on his coats pockets. He moves closer to you and adjusts himself til he's infront of you

Giving you a small smile to reassure you he means what he said, and a small kiss to your cheek to back up that reassuring smile

( a/n: I finally found out jow to do that gradient on the text, my friend proofread half of it not the whole thing since I wanted to post again HEHE )

Likes and Reblogs are appreciated ♡ !

m.list @seiquack

[fauxcoral]

Pearl

Creepy Pearl for ye! I'm at least trying to have a decent sleep shedule so I'll probably finish her tommorrow but so far I love her :>

[gege-wondering-around]

Chapter 4 is out!

i managed to get chapter 4 out today (which means im still be able to be back on my shedule of posting on a '2 no 1 yes' day) and i really wish you'll like this one!

(in the first draft of this whole thing, this chapter was supposed to be the first, but things changed so... there you go)

so, good read and lemme know if you liked it (cause yes, it does mean a lot to me to know y'all are liking it or in general, what you're thinking of it🫂✨️) and wish you a nice day!

and for my sweet @oldefashioned who just got back with us, i dedicate all this softness and care to you💗wish you a wonderful recovery and sending you tons of love and hugs🫂✨

[secretcheesecakecowboy]

Walking a red carpet for a movie premiere is an official shedule. The clothes are probably not their own and both of them were made up for the photographers. It's not about them but they are invited celebs nonetheless.

Hi there,

Uh, no. Going to a premiere as guests of another friend is not an official schedule. I think you and I have a different understanding of what an "official schedule" is. They were on hiatus, meaning they had little to no official schedules. During that time period, either of them had any official schedules. Their albums hadn't come out yet. They weren't doing schedules as a group either.

Yes, "invited" as guests. As for their clothing, maybe, but I'm gonna say no. If it was picked out for them, then the stylist sure knows something about them to have selected queer clothing for them.

Your ask is meant to downplay the event, but it's still bothering you and the others. You can downplay it all you want, but it was a sufficient event for them.

[aortaobservatory]

Hi, its the ‘The Supid’ dream guy! I just wanted to send you good vibes, youve been gone a bit and i miss my sheduled understanding claspect dosages (/lh)

Manifesting this flus defeat and your quick recovery!

(Sorry if this is weird or crosses normal boundaries)

Yes, I remember you. Thank you for the well wishes ❤️ you made my day.

I have since recovered (at least partially; I have also contracted a post-viral infection that is gradually ceasing. Very slowly.), but I have been busy with both offline and online affairs. My job, and the commissions I take on my main blog. I hesitate to bring it here, as it isn't the purpose of this blog, but I will likely not be here for another moment. The commissions I take on are my priority first and foremost.

I will be getting to the questionnaire answers soon, however! My apologies for the wait, and thank you for your patience.

[lovelivingmydreams]

I finished recording all of Jamming With History!!!

Roman is a theater nerd. Virgil is a popular skater. They get put on a project together. You know this story. Yes inspired by the jam commercial.

Now available both as an ao3 story and on youtube for you to listen to! Comments are always welcome! Enjoy! All chapters are recorded but not posted yet. Last one is sheduled for June 14th

@marguii-14

[derireo-galge]

Soft Studio Kisses | 0,8k | ✍️🏼yoonmin

Where it is necessary to dedicate your free time to soft kissable lips every chance you get.

kissing | teasing

***

Yoongi clicked the "x" and ended the live. He stretched his back and rubbed the strain in his neck.

That felt really good. It was also a nice short break amidst the busy time they had lately. Their shedules often ended up back to back and although he felt tired by the end of all activities, everything they did felt so rewarding.

He stretched his lips in a lazy content smile and breathed out a sigh. A part of him wanted to stay longer but a bigger part of him couldn't wait to deal with a menace behind the glass door.

"It’s over, come on in. I know you’ve been listening on us, Jimin-ah!" he said loudly and suppressed an amused laugh.

The door opened almost without a sound.

He heard quiet footsteps approaching him from behind and no more than a moment later he felt warm hands landing on his shoulders, rubbing them gently but determingly.

So broad and still so soft, Jimin thought, running his hands all over Yoongi's shoulders.

"That was fun, wasn’t it?" he said in a soft calming voice, "I always feel better after the live".

"Hmmm", Yoongi managed to hum before adding, "It was a bit exhausting too".

Jimin glanced down and yes, surely his hyung was speaking in pout again.

He looked at his love’s inviting lips, tinted red from either make up or excessive nibbling.

I can do the nibbling instead, preferably daily, the younger thought. The studio lights and shadows were making him look even more desirable than usual.

Or maybe he just missed him. Missed like you do sometimes, even if the said person is right next to you, withing your reach and you see each other almost every day. Yoongi tilted his head back and saw Jimin already looking at him.

"Come here", he whispered quietly.

Jimin immediately stopped touching his shoulders, walked around the chair the elder was sitting in and leaned over him. He was getting closer and closer, so close that the producer could destinguish the hint of lilly perfume he put on just this morning, but then he stood straight and carefully climbed Yoongi’s lap after giving a too-innocent smile.

"Brat", Yoongi breathed and his hands finally landed on the perfectly carved waist.

"Uh-huh", Jimin said, "And?"

Yoongi chuckled and one of his hands went up to Jimin’s silky locks, running through them like it was something he did for years.

Well, actually...

"What have you been up to?" the elder asked tucking a particularly stubborn lock behind his lover’s ear.

It's been peaceful lately, except for the bickering over all things possible, from music production to building new bookshelves in their place. They've always been this way, but as years passed the undertone changed.

It was laced with more endearment, patience, tinted with little knowing smiles and calmness.

It was reassuring. Yoongi's always been more of a listener and an observer.

So he gladly sat there enjoying Jimin’s soft angelic voice chirping about the new menu they had in cafeteria, stoically enduring all the little excited bouncing he did, most likely subconsciously. He’s too adorable, he thought, everyone around him needs to take additional heart supplements to cope with his natural lively energy.

"How long do we have til the gym session?" Yoongi asked when there was a lull in the younger’s monologue.

"About half an hour maybe? Why?"

Yoongi sighed and putting his hand on the back of Jimin’s neck slowly but firmly pulled him into a languid kiss.

He felt the plush lips parting in surprise and suppressed the urge to smile. His beloved giggled and happily replied with confident moving of lips on lips and it felt like just something he needed to get through the rest of the day.

Jimin felt like he was melting.

He enjoyed the feeling of Yoongi's hands engulfing his waist. He kissed and caressed his hyung's lips thoroughly, enjoying the tiny quiet sounds he was making. He has to record him one day. Jimin’s sly fingers already moved to Yoongi's earlobe and were teasing him mercilessly while the elder rummaged his hands around the slender waist trying to get under the oversized cardigan that hid warm skin beneath. His hands went down and rubbed Jimin’s thighs clad in some kind of pants that let him feel every tensed muscle of his legs.

"A-ah, hyung!" Jimin said right away waving his finger before Yoongi’s face, "Hyungnim, if we go there, we will never work out today".

"Which isn’t a bad idea..." he threw a coquettish glance at his lover and the elder felt like he could combust

"But I wanted to try and not skip a single session if I can help it. So let’s go!"

He giggled because Yoongi started protesting all the while gathering his phone and a gym bag, following the younger outside the studio.

"But you know", the angel said turning aroung after they walked out the door, "How about I issue some special prizes? For especially.. hard-working producers who complete their fitness routine tonight?"

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5. he makes me smile

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word count: 6818

warnings: ped*philia mentioned in a mocking way, Chibs is being a DICK about it; very light torture, mention of animal abuse

music: lonely is the muse by halsey

Chibs didn't have a problem with killing. Filip did, sometimes. Chibs, no. He simply said, come on now. Everything for the boy.

He raised his hand and shot the gun, the blood splattering onto his face. He pursed his lips not to swallow any. As the body fell down to his feet, it exposed him to a dozen black dots, pointing to his face.

"Alright!" Jackie yelled. He was yelling a lot lately. At partners, at them, at his wife, his mother. He was on his last leg, basically. The shift had to be quick and unrelentless. They had to cut off everybody who could lead the Quantico hound to them.

Chibs didn't sleep at all. He slept once in three days and then the cycle began again. At least it was fair; as he employed his own surveillance after June, he realized that her shedule was somewhat similar. Darting between three places: the station, their garage, where she ran, heaps of warrants and notices flapping around her like wings, and the prison. He had poisoned two of his ex-friends this week alone, only to shut them up. He had to cut all of her veins. And brick up all of the entrances. When Jackie asked him if he would be the reaper, he said, yes, Jackie.

Jackson maneuvered out of the situation. Chibs couldn't give two shits. He has driven fifteen hours in total in the last day and now he was undoing the muffler off his gun, just dreaming for someone to provoke him.

Last week, at Happy's funeral, Juice was crying like a baby, and he didn't know how else to nurse him into adulthood. Maybe the boy needed a good old bloodbath to finally find his balls and accept it. He watched him in the corner of his eye, love filling his stupid heart. They were running against the clock; the dumbest thing in all this was that he really felt like he was protecting something that he loved.

Opie and Jackson caught up with him when he left to breathe some air. They started talking immediately. He was trying to walk fast, moving his long legs, but they were still catching up.

"Irish?"

"The guns or the hit?"

"Both".

"We're having a delivery from Belarus next week. We should catch it back in the port so that they don't ride into the state. I called Miles and he will help me sell them off without them ever being here. We can put the money into Cara Cara".

Chibs was chewing his cheek.

"You okay, Chibs?"

He really wanted to sleep.

"Wait, the hit?" he asked, only now registering what he heard. They stopped by the car where Bobby hung down with his elbow, greeting them.

"Yeah", Jackie hid his eyes from him for some reason. "Clay told me last night that it's a go. We will put a hit on June for the Irish".

"You have te give me some time", Chibs shook his head.

"But Clay said..."

"Fuck what Clay said", he cut him off. Bobby hung a little lower to hear them better.

"You can't just kill her off without making sure there won't be others coming. Jackie, this is not agent Stahl who pursued her own greedy goals", he took the glasses off his head and pointed them at the boy. Opie frowned, listening.

"What do you mean?"

Chibs didn't have it in him today to snap at anybody. He took a pause looking into his eyes. Then said,

"She is willing to maim herself if it gives her the upper hand. Do you know who does that, Jackson?"

Opie hummed.

"The army. This is a military operation for her. She might not be alone after all".

Jackie blinked several times, thinking.

"What do you suggest I tell him?"

"Whatever you need to. I started following her. There must be something wrong. This has to be personal for her. Nobody goes on like this unless there's something incredibly important in it".

"What? You've been following her long?"

"Since after you idiots ran her off the road. Left the hospital in the morning. Went straight to the station to get a car and drove back to prison. Sucking information from anybody, anybody connected to us in any distant way. After prison, went back to the station, was there until eleven in the evening. After that, gym. Then, home, and at six am, back to the station. This is robotic, obsessed behavior. Now you tell me what you think it looks like".

"Like she's hunting us", Jackie said.

"Exactly. We need to know who, and we need to know why. If you kill her now, which I expect will be a whole shitshow, because all we did up until this moment was underestimate her motivation. If you kill her, we might not be prepared for the next hit. You have to start taking it seriously".

He put on his glasses. He had a choice between going straight home or back to watching June. He was just too exhausted. Maybe it was a virus, as well, but he didn't feel too fantastic. Head spinning, something curling in his stomach. Last night he had a fever and woke up all covered in sweat in his car. Maybe she hexed him.

"I am taking it seriously. I just didn't know".

"Just try to hold it off, yeah?" Chibs squeezed his shoulder, then turned to Opie.

"Can you do something for me?"

The big guy lit up, happy with a task.

"Do you have a library card?"

Opie's face fell back again.

"Well?"

"I do".

"Brilliant. I need you to look something up".

He tore out a couple hours' sleep after all. Curtains drawn tightly in the room, he felt much much better as he woke up in the dark, rainy evening. At first he couldn't believe his ears to hear this blessed sound. Then he lifted himself up from the bed, his old carcas cracking without alcohol. Phone already in his hand. He looked out of the window and smelt the street. Just marvelous. He gave a call to Opie and made sure he found everything they needed. Some older records. It's weird that she doesn't have a family. She couldn't have spawned from the sewer, no matter how realistic it sounded. Throwing the phone back on the bed, sheets soaked in his sweat, he wandered into the bathroom and turned on the light. Maybe it's time to change the dwelling. He has too much money to be living in a hole like this. The light in the bathroom is greenish, always giving him undead hue to the face. He studied himself, made a conclusion that the bags under the eyes looked much smaller now. This bathroom was weirdly good to be having sex in. Women enjoyed it for some reason, this mirror, this green light. He didn't get it. He took a shower, boiling his muscles in hot water to relax them completely, and then changed the temperature to cold. Amazing combination. He always felt like a handful of fresh dill afterwards, young and bubbly again. Ready for big things.

The laptop on the window sill woke up after a punch, and Chibs spent some time reading. The names and places sounded very familiar. It was something on the horizon of his understanding, which was already good. Mindhunter. He took relative pride in the fact that he, too, was able to hunt her back.

Another call wasn't as rainbow optimistic. The Niners were restless. Racist idiots from Cleveland were stirring shit. It was all tipping, like Titanic. But they wouldn't drown, no. There had to be a simple key to this.

Chibs got dressed up, tapping himself all over, a little habit of his. In case somebody put a bullet in him in his sleep. No, everything was intact. Then he left the house.

He took the car. The bike was sleeping at the parking lot, below his dorm window. He didn't really like sleeping there. Like he was a teenager. Putting the hood on, he exercised invisibility, which was unusual for him, but he was gradually getting used to. He drove slowly across the wide and short Charming streets, the city giving a calm sigh to the night. All children tucked in their beds, parents leaving their houses for the bars. He had a slow, meaninful smoke as he drove up to the second street across from the police station. Her new rented car was still parked there. Chibs slid down on his seat and prepared his ass for flattening.

In an hour she was out, by almost one am. He wondered what awful evil things she cooked up today. June got into her car. She didn't have the usual energetic stride to her, her head was hanging low like she was also tired. She still limped from two weeks ago, of course. Instead of resting, like doctors probably advised, she just kept going. The wound was definitely still bleeding. Means she can't run. Chibs yawned and started his car quietly, then rolled down the street after her. He put his phone on silent, to be sure. They rode into unusual direction, he noticed. The Power Room was in the center of the city, but this time she went for the southern hills. Without worrying, Chibs was following her, several dozen meters behind, in the calm lane of the road. Chibs took the journey across all Charming, and in thirty minutes she led him to the cemetery. This was something new. But then again, he's been only following her for fourteen days, from time to time. Maybe she had someone to visit here once in fortnight.

He left his car five hundred yards away, having made a turn in advance. Trying not to lose her in this dark, in her black t-shirt, was almost hopeless. But he made a point of remembering which direction she went. Then Chibs sneaked across the hill, stepping among graves quietly. At this time of night, only them two were here. He spent about five minutes patiently searching for her, and then finally noticed the light of her phone, shining her way forward, in the distance. Maybe he was imagining it, but he could swear June was singing to herself. He crawled behind, good distance between them, completely invisible in his dark blue hoodie. He perched himself against an oak when she stopped in front of a grave. Tried to memorize the exact one, because he can't come closer. The flashlight went dark, and cemetery drowned in the night again. She shuffled there for some time, as his eyes finally got used to the dark he saw she's sitting down, leaning against the hard stone. Nothing he had learnt about June pointed to her having any relatives in Charming. She was from Reno, Nevada, he had found. That's almost ten hours from here. She had no reason to visit anyone here at night. While he was thinking, he noticed the change of sound. It wasn't just birds anymore, but another sound, a type of howling. Like a ghost that's crying into a metal tube, turning into whistle. Chibs took a couple steps forward to make sure: June was crying, lying on the ground. The first time he witnessed something as human of her. The girl was crying her eyes out, her head against the stone, lying in fetus position on the ground. She did it for about ten minutes. Didn't say anything. Got up and left.

Chibs sprinted for the grave when she finally disappeared, careful not to fall over, while he still remembered the spot. He took out his phone as he went, two missed calls from Jackie and Juice. He turned on the flashlight, disoriented in the dark. As the light fell on the white stone, he got blinded for a second, but his brain already registered the name: John Wayne Teller.

He was rubbing his finger on his face, a barely detectable thin line where the cut was on his cheek, below the right eye. As he grew older, scars healed slower. His eyes scanning the parking lot. Beer was the only thing that could cool down his head at twelve in the afternoon. As soon as Jackie's bike rode into the lot, he stood up and went to meet him.

"This is bad", the boy moaned upon seeing him. "Chibs, this sucks ass".

He raised his eyebrows, trying to say that he can't read thoughts, not yet.

"Angel got a warrant today. He's going to be arrested by the evening".

He threw up his hands.

"How the hell does she know which one to swipe!"

Jackson nodded.

"We need Angel, today. We can't do without him".

"What charges?"

"What do you think? Hate crimes, murder", Jax shrugged, and they started walking away from the sun. Chibs hooked his beer bottle from the table as he went.

"She must be thinking we're trying ta make peace with these pieces of shit", he rumbled. They entered the bar and several frustrated faces greeted them. Including Gemma. She was swinging her bag from her hand, pursing her lips. In one of her moods today. Chibs watched Jackie give her a kiss on her cheek, and she left, brushing her hand over his shoulder as a goodbye.

"That's the funny thing", Teller agreed, "she thinks we're some kind of uncontrollable animals".

As he said it, the door to the chapel opened, and Opie emerged, together with Lyla, zipping up his pants. They observed the pair lazily.

"What's funnier is that all we speak about nowadays is agent Juno Cunt", Bobby added, plopping himself onto the stool. Chibs tipped his bottle at him.

"I can't stress this enough", Jackie repeated, "how much we need to see Angel today. If he doesn't give up his brother, we have no way of knowing how much of our records will go into the open".

"What if we intercept him before the time for arrest?"

"No, he won't be in town until seven in the evening. And we don't know where he's riding from".

They sighed.

"Then we intercept her", Bobby offered. Chibs and Jackson looked at him simultaneously.

"What? Desperate measures. We take her hostage, they don't make a move until after we're done with Angel Junior. After that, they can have them both".

"No, Angel Junior has to go", Jackie uttered, his eyes moving furiously. "If we don't hurt her, we get into minimal trouble".

He looked at Chibs in search of approval or nay. The man frowned. He had other things on his mind, too.

"It could work", he finally nodded. "But Jackie, I need to ask you something, in private".

Teller gave Bobby a look that meant a go, and Bobby hopped off immediately, slapping his heavy hand on Kozik's bent back and retrieving his phone at the same time. Chibs and Teller stood up and headed for the chapel. It smelled of sperm inside, and they treaded carefully, looking around.

"Jesus, open the window", Chibs asked. The boy clicked the latch and pulled the handle, but the smell stayed.

"You gotta start locking this room up, cause I think people fucking on the table where we vote is kinda screwed up".

Chibs leaned onto his chair and waited until Jackie steadied himself.

"What did you want to say?"

"You ever knew June Pallum before?" he asked abruptly. Teller was taken aback.

"No", this was the only thing he managed.

"What about your father?"

They both knew that by that he meant his biological father.

"What are you getting at?"

"Just spit it, I'll explain later".

"I don't think so".

Jax suddenly looked very doubtful. His hand flew up to his hand against his volition.

"What is it?"

He sighed, heaving his chest, like he was trying to suck all air from the room.

"He's left me a journal".

Chibs moved forward, taken by surprise.

"Journal?"

"Yes, and... there's a lot in it. But there's nothing about June there. Maybe it's not her real name?"

"It is. Look again. If she's a dirty secret then he might have written about her in mixed words".

"Dirty secret? What the hell did you find, Chibs?"

"I found her bawling on your father's grave last night, Jackie".

The boy opened his mouth. Chibs interrupted him.

"But!" he raised a finger, "don't say anything to her if we do it today. I am far from putting this all together. I just need everything you might find in there".

Jackson's jaws were clenched painfully, his eyes darkened.

"I can't believe the lies this fucking club was built on".

"Don't hang your nose. She doesn't strike me as an abandoned daughter type".

Jackson fell into a chair that Clay usually occupied. He held his head with one hand.

"I will go through it again".

"Do it carefully".

Chibs left him with his own thoughts after some time, wondering about all the lies this fucking club was built on.

Kozik was punching the table with the pen and it was immensely irritating. Opie reached for him and slapped him on the wrist.

"So, we voted the kidnapping", Jackson said, "now we do it swiftly, because we have about five hours in total. Someone stays here with her, someone goes to the Angel's. I'm thinking we can bring her to the lake house. It's new property, it's isolated but not too far away".

Everybody nodded.

"I'm going to Angel's", Clay inserted. Nobody argued.

"Where are we gonna catch her?" Juice asked.

"It's Wednesday", Chibs replied, "she goes to the gym at half past four. That's an hour away. I say we get moving soon".

Faces turned to him with unspoken question. He stayed passionless.

"I'm watching her".

"Then let's get moving!"

They clasped their hands together, moving chairs vigorously, knees working.

June changed the shoulder of the bag. She was limping more than usual. Her wound started bleeding again even though she didn't even run, just walked upscale.

She dropped by the coffeeshop right next to it. Chibs made a point of cutting her off just after she buys herself her matcha, so that they deprive her of the pleasure. As she left the coffeeshop, squinting in the sun, their van screeched to a stop in front of her. Her reflexes were on point. June dropped the bag on the ground, steering herself aside not even a second later. She just needed to throw one glance at the van. Finally, the things she kept seeing in movies, happened: a broad daylight cartel (almost) kidnapping, in a white van. They probably foresaw it because there were already two people running towards her from across the street. The vehicle was a distraction, she realized, bitterly. Before she could change the course again, Jackson Teller punched her in the gut so that she bent in half and dropped the cup she didn't realize she was still holding. The vomit got stuck in her throat. Hands ushered her into the van, and this was that. In broad daylight. In the center of the city, no masks. They had to have done it on purpose.

June lay over the long seat, her eyes registering several guys next to her. It was a minute before she could finally speak. Their eyes were following her every movement, including the dark Scottish ones. His gloved hand was resting on his knee, palm half open. She just knew this hand wanted to wrap around her throat.

"I am pregnant, by the way".

"Yer not pregnant", he groaned. Juice guy grinned a little. June moved her shoulder and sat up.

"But we did decide on not hurting her", Juice said, looking to the driver's seat. Teller gave them a look in the rearview mirror.

"Sorry, I just couldn't stop myself when I saw her face".

"See what happens when you behave like a bitch?"

June sniffed through her nose.

"Oh she got triggered", Chibs approved. Kozik chuckled. They were laughing at her. June tried to unbend her legs because her calf was hurting a lot.

"Where are we going?"

"On a date", Kozik said.

"And you had to have five people to kidnap me?"

"Aye", Chibs said simply, "everybody wanted a go at ya. Had to convince them otherwise".

"You already had it back at the road. Never apologized for it".

"And you never apologized for killing my fucking friend", Kozik's voice was coarse suddenly. Chibs reached him and pushed him back into his place.

"You killed your friend", June responded, "with about six bullets".

"Shut up, all of you", Jackson barked from there. "We'll be there soon. Cover her eyes".

The last thing she saw was Juice with a cringe inducing expression on his face, and a sleeping mask in his hands.

They pulled her out of the van rather rudely, a firm hand guiding her steadily. She knew it was Chibs who led her because he had adjusted his stride when she started limping very badly. She also recognized his scent: smoke and something woody-sweet, probably his beard oil.

Around, it smelt like water and wind, but was still hot; she could hear the lake water splashing peacefully. The house was wooden. It was probably the worst spot for anonymous taking, grotesquely memorable features all around her.

They removed the blindfold in the room with the curtains drawn. A nice place, actually: the little red curtains gave out the touch of a woman. Wooden floor and walls, and a rectangular dinner table, with cupboards on the walls. It was a lakehouse kitchen.

"Tie her up".

June leaned against the table to relieve the pressure from her calf. She was sizing up the kitchen with her eyes.

"What are you clowns planning now? Drown me?"

"Big temptation. Hey, will you lead her into the bedroom, because if she stays here, we'll smother her", Jackson asked. Kozik and Chibs took her by elbows and pushed into the open door. She fell into the chair that Chibs dragged towards her, and they started tying her up by her wrists to the handles. Kozik then kneeled before her, tied up her ankles per Telford's instructions; Teller was watching from the entrance. Two adjacent ropes held her feet in the middle, themselves held by the feet of the chair. The VP then nodded at them, and they left the two alone. Chibs closed the door softly, and Jackson stepped towards her.

June tried adjusting wrists so that they don't fall asleep. Not sure how many hours they would keep her here, but it's probably connected with today's important information exchange that they were supposed to have with the racist gang.

"This is the lakehouse Bobby was going to give you as a wedding present", Jackson said.

"If you're gonna kidnap me to a secret place, you gotta stop making it so obvious".

"As long as Boulder doesn't know where you are, we're fine. We won't torture you or anything", he promised. His face showed how much he wanted to torture her. He stood in front of her, a young hooligan with a flare of a future king. He always tilted his head to the side, and back. Even if the person he was looking at was smaller. It was the gesture of dismissal. He had the vibe of not caring whether you live or die, even if you're a valued partner. Swearing from him sounded distasteful, misplaced. He was an okay guy deep down. June knew he loved his wife a lot. Cared about his mother who had quite the reputation. She learnt how much he had sacrificed for this club of his, of which he wasn't even the President yet. So, his brutal rudeness was nothing but a badly constructed image.

"We will keep you here today until we have Sam Angels and everything he knows. Then we kill him. Then you're free to go".

It was still hard to breathe after his punch. Seems like they all get a little kinder after they hit her. In fact, blood was pooling in her mouth, not much, but still, blood. She turned her head and spat it on the floor in place of an answer.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to punch you that hard".

She raised one eyebrow. Metal taste on her lips.

"You're getting rocky. Soon I'll have all of your partners, and with them all of your money. And then I'll have all of you in shackles, singing pirate songs".

Jackson was going through a torturous thinking process. There was something he wasn't telling her. The way he was looking at her, like he was trying to recognize her. June wondered if they're digging under her, too.

"If the club goes down, it's not good for anybody", he pleaded, finally, the true Teller coming out of his shell: diplomatic, honest, emotional. "Not for Charming in the first place. The city will drown in blood without us. We are an instrumental chain in the operation of it".

June licked her dried lips.

"I don't give a shit about Charming".

His grimace hardened.

"I hear you. But I don't have time for this. I need to be far away from here now. Have fun with Juice and Chibs".

He stomped out of the room, and for some time it was quieter inside, than outside. She heard the trees whispering between each other, and the lake. She wished she could undress and jump into the water. At least she was sitting, so the body could rest. But she grieved her light green, ice cold, heavenly sweet and light like a cloud, matcha, that they punched out of her hand. Her hair was in her face, glued to her cheek with sweat and god knows what else, and she couldn't get it off. She had to spit out the blood once more, and then it stopped. The punch was now sending warm waves of pain into her chest and sides, bruising gathering.

After some time, and shuffling behind the door, the handle turned. Telford, not in his best mood, with the cowboy leather harness and gloves on, entered her room. Who the hell wears gloves in this weather! He must be sweating like a pig in all these clothes. But she'd never seen this bunch in simple shirts. They always walked around in leather jackets or, if it was hot, in cut outs. Ridiculous freaks.

"Damn, who got you smiling like that?" June grinned, the scars on his cheeks especially visible in the daylight. He wasn't touched.

"His name is Jimmy O'Phelan, actually".

"Yeah, I know", June was a little disappointed with the lack of reaction. She liked seeing him angry. The angry dimples on Chibs looked even better than the ironic smiling dimples.

"You know everything, don't you?" he said softly, and she tensed up a little. When he growled, and cursed at her, she could navigate, but this was something new.

"But I don't know anything about you".

June let her mouth do all the work while her brain was calculating.

"I'm a Virgo. I like sci-fi very much. Movies, books, games, whatever sci-fi. I can speak very good Italian and Norwegian because at university I had a long phase of watching the nordic art house movies..."

"What's a dog test?" he interrupted like he wasn't even listening. Chibs' eyes told her he's done taking shit from now on, hands on his hips, the gloves hinting at something Jackson promised wouldn't be done to her. She parted her lips with a little flattered smile.

"You read my file?"

"Everybody did. You gave it up yourself for reading".

"Oh, right".

Chibs changed the tactic, stepping to her, and now she couldn't push away, sitting in this chair, unless she wanted to tip over and bang the back of her head. The man got really low, his chin hovering above her knees, hands resting on her lap. She was glad that she had had this difficult job where she had to look the most disgusting people in the eye. Had to smile to them. Because now it didn't take anything out of her to look anybody in the eye. And there was something interesting about his eyes. Hooded, black, narrow, with androgenous slant where he stored the imprint of his youthfulness.

"What's a dog test?" he asked again, simply. His accent light, like elegant perfume. Which is a lot for a Glasgow accent.

"The dog test is a part of mixed training at the FBI academy. Mixed training means various programs were implemented in experimental curriculum; some of them from the police, others, from BUD/S, and others, from the classic program. In the dog test, they release Doberman Pinschers, pumped with drugs, so they're focused and angry. And you need to escape them on terrain filled with obstacles. The only protection you're wearing is on your neck, so that they don't kill you immediately when they catch you".

Chibs was pleased.

"What happens if they catch you?"

"The get shot. But not before you get properly maimed. So, by saving yourself, you save dogs".

"And you escaped them on your first try?" he guessed.

"I got bit a little. On my elbow, here. More of a nibble".

Chibs narrowed his eyes, sitting more comfortably, while leaning against her legs. She shook her head again when the hair started tickling her cheek. Chibs carefully moved it away with two fingers.

"So what made you like this?"

"Like what?"

"Insane. Did your dad put his penis in you too many times?"

She felt her face crawl in a resemblance of a smile. Her mouth opened.

"You're the smart one in the gang, aren't you?" June teased, like he was a little baby. The hatred was cooking up her bones. If she could only release even one hand, she'd squeeze his eyes out. Eat off his face. She could potentially bow forward and try. He will regret this, she knew it as a fact.

"I am. It's just an observation. Girls like you only break one way".

"You've never seen girls like me", June was completely sure about it, every time. She knew people like her simply barely existed, so statistically it was difficult to run into one of her more than once in a lifetime.

"I'm sure you believe that. Why are you here?"

"Because you kidnapped me".

Chibs' hand slowly slid down her leg. His palm covered her bleeding wound and squeezed. June gritted her teeth but decided not to pressure herself too much, so she hissed with pain that was shooting all up her leg, striking right into the thigh. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and moaned with pain quietly. Chibs was watching. As he released the wound, he asked again:

"What do you need on Charming?"

She was breathing through her mouth, color spots in her eyes. Sour saliva filled her mouth. Her left leg was shaking.

"I want you all gone from the face of the Earth. You and your pathetic garage, and your fucking cartoonish club". She panted, licking her lips, so dry.

"I don't believe you".

"That's your problem".

"No, it's yours", the hand covered the wound again, and June tensed up so sharply that she moved the chair. He changed his mind. Chibs stood up, without stepping away, so he was directly above her. He removed his gloves, then groomed his hair back. With his writing hand, he took out a knife from his harness and walked around her. When she realized what he was going to do, June jerked her head, so Chibs had to catch and fixate it with the other hand. His palm lying on the side of her face, then sliding down, under the chin. He stood closer so that she couldn't move at all, and she could feel the buckle of his belt with the back of her head.

"I don't doubt you know the technique for a Glasgow Smile".

The short, cold blade of a knife touched the corner of her mouth, and she tried to jerk her head away again.

Chibs applied pressure, the tip of the blade clicking against her closed teeth, and finally sneaked into her mouth, pulling on the lips.

"What is your connection to John Teller?"

She was breathing, and keeping silent. Under pressure, June usually shut down completely. She was so used to this gruelling pain that she lost her ability to panic. The rough male strength against her was the only thing she couldn't fight, so be it like that. She barely heard the question. Chibs' hold on her chin became stronger. His hands didn't shake, he was a professional. She debated whether he really was capable of that. No, wrong - whether he was really going to do it.

"Which one of us are you after?"

The interesting phrasing woke her up a little.

"You deem yourselves important enough for that?"

"Well, you are obsessed with us. Which one in particular? Jax?"

She let out a laugh, and the blade moved threateningly. He applied a little pressure, not cutting yet, but enough to make her stop moving.

The door opened with a bang. If someone else was in Chibs' place, he would flinch and disfigure June forever. But he was like a machine, apparently. Stayed completely calm, even though June twitched a little.

Juice was trying to catch the handle; he probably pushed on the door too hard, thinking it was locked. He froze in the doorframe, uncertainty and horror on his face.

"I... wanted to check why it was so quiet", he mumbled. Chibs sighed and removed the blade from her mouth.

"We aren't supposed to torture her", Juice whispered, looking at his superior like a puppy. Telford was already walking towards him.

"I wasn't going to to cut her", he complained. The threatening, low voice, the thick air of inevitability, all vanished in an instance. She should've seen his bluff, but something was clouding her judgement. It happens. June moved her jaw to try and relax it. Juice threw another wary look at her.

"Oh... alright".

"Come on".

Chibs put his hand around the young man's shoulder, and they left, without looking at her again.

They were dying out there in the kitchen. June was demanding water, loudly, in the form of a song. The song went like this:

"Waa-a-a-a-a-ater!" once every ten seconds. Before that, she was yelling about the ropes being too tight, and that she will have a gangrene. At first, they were smoking in the kitchen, but after twenty minutes of it, couldn't take it anymore, and left the house. Her voice was still audible here; the sound was coming through the window of he bedroom. But at least it was a little more quiet.

Juice looked a little bit flustered, a little worried, maybe. Chibs studied his face for a while.

"What is it?"

He was looking into the ground, digging it with the nose of his boot.

"You know".

"I don't".

"She's pretty hot, no matter what we tell her".

Chibs snickered, looking away.

"It's like, I can't hate her. I'm trying, but she's just too much".

"Yes, Tig is also in love with her. This month, at least".

"Really?" Juice finally raised his eyes to him.

"Yeah. They bonded over dogs, apparently".

"Oh, right. The fighting dogs".

She loves dogs, Chibs realized.

"Do you think I..."

"She is clinically crazy, Juice".

"You think?"

"I know it".

He shrugged.

"I don't mind. I am very progressive".

"We all got very progressive since she appeared around here", Chibs grumbled. Suddenly he was in a bad mood. She would eat Juice together with his bones and spit nothing back.

"What do you think?" the boy asked. A month ago Chibs was pleasantly surprised that he got to a place where the youngsters were asking for his opinion. Now he wished they would stop. He was thinking about her tense throat when she threw her head down. He didn't care to share it.

"Will she survive this?"

He mustered a thinking face and tapped the ashes off to the ground.

"I don't think she wants to".

What if she really is John Teller's daughter? No, that can't be right. Nothing said Teller in her. Not the looks, not the tongue she used, not the reflexes. He remembered John; the man wouldn't be able to produce anything like that. It had to be something else. He might have pulled a hint today, but this silly boy ruined everything.

Juice gave a short look to the house when her screaming suddenly stopped.

"Were you really going to cut her?"

Chibs rolled his eyes.

"I am not a fucking animal, Juicie".

She was resting. Listening to the nature a little bit. Even through the curtains, which were green in bedroom, she could see the sun moving. The watch on her wrist showed close to seven. The room was getting darker.

The door opened for the first time since Chibs was here, and it was him again. He walked in with the phone. There was no trace of that dark creature anymore. In fact, he looked quite busy. He pointed the phone at her, holding out his hand.

"Proof of life", he announced. The phone was dark, but Boulder's voice leaked from it:

"June?"

She decided to be sore. With what he's done, she didn't want to please him at all, not in the slightest. Chibs pursed his lips.

"Speak, June".

June was silent. Go on and slap me across the face then, she said.

"She's being difficult", he commented.

"June, are you there?" Captain asked. They were looking at each other.

"Yes", she muttered.

"Louder, June", Chibs demanded.

"Get fucked!" June burst. Telford chuckled, completely satisfied, and started retreating.

"Is that loud enough for you? Bring me fucking water!"

He left and closed the door, but in a minute Juice entered, finally with a bottle. He turned on the light, and she squinted. She was going to go to sleep now. He helped her drink, and she finished the whole bottle. As she was swallowing, it still had a slight metallic taste. She thanked him, the poor boy couldn't hide the shine he had in his eyes when he looked at her. June tried to forget that one time she had to kiss him. He wasn't a bad kisser, it's just that she hated all men.

When the darkness fell, she started getting worried about her limbs. Wrists were going completely numb. Kozik and Chibs were too worried about her getting out so they made it really tight. She didn't have the energy to scream anymore, so she was just wiggling them little by little. But soon the door opened for the fourth time: it was Jackson again. For once, he was calm and happy, as much as he could be. He and Tig, they had knives in their hands, and they started cutting the ropes.

"If you try to run, or fight, I will gut you", Teller said joyfully.

"You just try it, little beaver", she replied, "I am so hungry. You have to take me to Burger King".

"We're taking you to the center, from there you can go anywhere you wanna go".

The body disagreed with so many hours sitting. The bones had a grudge against her. She couldn't stand at first; Jax was forced to hold her by the shoulder until her feet remembered the art of walking. Her calf was just miserable. Ribs groaning. Ass, flat. She was too frustrated to be angry, too tired. They put a blindfold on her again, and she stumbled outside with their help. The air was chilly next to the water, absolutely refreshing. On the ride back she got a little nauseous because of her empty stomach and all of the pain.

Teller pulled her out of the van and closed the door behind her.

"Oh, yeah. Billy Angel turned himself in".

"You should, too", she recommended. "For kidnapping a BAU agent, you'll do really well for ten years".

"We got a deal with the DA", he said simply. Cheerful grin on his face. That's why he was so happy: he knew they would get nothing for today. June couldn't believe her ears. The only thing that kept her going all day was fantasizing about seeing them all in one small cage at the station.

"That corrupted piece of shit".

He shrugged. He won today, his victory was complete.

"And my gym bag is gone, isn't it?" she turned towards the building furiously. They let her off exactly on the same spot where they'd taken her.

"No, someone brought it inside. Ask at the reception", Jackson recommended. He then proceeded to the van and got on the passenger seat. They drove away, unpunished, light-hearted. The coffeeshop was already closed.

@fallout-girl219

[hotd2025bingo]

FAQ

What’s a bingo?

It is an event in which you get a card (in this one is 4x4) and you cross out squares by creating fanworks based on the prompt displayed in the square.

Like normal bingo you can be considered to have “won” once having completed a full row, column, or diagonal line, or by completing every single square for a “full house!”

2. How do I get a card?

You would need to fill out this form: HERE in the sheduled time to get one. Each card is personalized to the recipient's preferences.

3. What do I do if I don't like certain squares on my card?

You will be able to request a maximum of 5 square changes the first two weeks of January (or two weeks after you get your card if you have received it later).

It is important to specify everything you don't want to show up in the initial form to avoid this. But if you have forgotten or just not taken into account this you can always use this opportunity to remedy it.

4. Do I get something for crossing off squares?

You will get a badge for participating in the event.

There will be one badge for completing your first fill, one for doing 4 squares in a row and one for doing a full Bingo.

As time progresses there may be extra seasonal or thematical badges you can earn.

5. I've filled out the form, when can I expect my Bingo card ?

If you sign up before the 28th of December you will get your card before the event starts the 1st of January. Any sign ups after that date will be procesed asap, but it may take up to two weeks to craft your card.

6. I have filled up the form and waited the specified time but I haven't recieved a card. What do I do?

Once you fill out the form you should recieve a copy of your answers to the email you have entered. As long as you have recieved this email your sign up has gone trough and is being procesed.

If you have not gotten this confirmation email after 24h (make sure to check the Spam forlder) please contact me to see if I have gotten it or if you need to fill the form again, because it means your sign up has been faulty.

7. Can squares be combined into one work?

No

The only exception is multichapter fics or comic pages, in those each chapter or page count as a square filled.

8. Can I crosspost with other events?

Yes, as long as that other event also allows crossposting.

9. What sort of content is allowed?

This Bingo is meant for +18 participants so as long as it's tagged apropiately and legal you are allowed to use it for a square fill.

We operate under the Don't Like, Don't Read metality. Harrasment and excessive criticism is not allowed.

10. Do I have to fill all my squares?

No, you can feel as many as you feel like. There is no presure whatsoever.

11. What happens if I fill all my squares?

Then you will get a badge and if you want I can give you the option to get a new card. Depending on how it goes I may open a new form for this matter, in the meantime just contact me with these requests.

12. Can I write or make art in another language?

Yes, non english works are welcomed!

13. Where can I post my artworks?

You can post them anywhere you like, twitter, tumblr, AO3, wattpad... The world is full of posibilities!

If you are here on tumblr please tag @hotd2025bingo so I can reblog it, if you are on twitter use the #Hotd2025Bingo hashtag and if you are on AO3 please add your work to the event's collection .

I will do my best to boost it as long as I'm aware of it's existance, and other participants are encouraged to do the same.

My question hasn't been answered here, what can I do?

You can send an ask to this blog (anon is allowed if you want extra privacy) or you can DM me at @sparkles_v1 on twitter.

As a last resort you can contact the AO3 collection email adress.

[update-blog-bp9]

*Throat clear* Hello...This might be important for you.

So you can share this post as much as you want, because it is not going to end up on my official side, after all this is an update side and this will be used as one. I might be unable to do EVERY single one, but I decided to open (Inofficially) requests again for like a week. It starts today the 14th of december and it ends on the 22nd of december. I only let christmas oneshots count. They can end SPICY, but not too smutty. (Yes I said it. writing it smutty with everything else that might be build in, it would take me weeks to finish) AND! There is a LIST of what I am writing about.

Characters:

William Afton (Game/Movie Universe, which then also might include the Afton children. Game version: Michael, Evan/CC, Elizabeth Movie: Vanessa) Stu Macher (Scream) Loki (Marvel) Headless Horseman (1999 Sleepy Hollow) Skulduggery Pleasant (with Erskin Hollow, Keiran Fox, Ciar or Corrupted, I am doing the dead men there too, so it doesn't have to be the skeleton. If you want alive!Skulduggery with Erskin Hollow celebrate Christmas, write (Past) and I will know) Demon Road (Amber Lamont and Milo Sebastian) Ninjago (Morro, Garmadon, Wu and the Ninja)

The Oneshots can be:

Fluffy Angsty Spicey

The shots CAN'T be:

Smut (Because it would take me centuries to finish, I have little time on my hands and my sleeping shedule is all over the place)

The shots CAN have:

Reader input (SP already has that but I wanted to let you know that I will do Reader input of you tell me to. Erskin Hollow, Keiran Fox and Corrupted are all M/n in SP, with different taken names, because of the different AU's I am making. One is adopted by SP and sees the Dead Men as Siblings, the other got adopted by Anton and sees the others as Uncles and Skulduggery is alive with his children, just like Hopeless and Larrikin and Corrupted was adopted into the Edgley Family, so he is Valkyrie's Brother. Ciar is also M/n and that name is used for romantic Dead Men Oneshots. So no one can yell that I am doing incest or some shit, and no one gets confused, I use different names.)

The shots CAN'T have:

Fucked up shit. (Incest, underage spicey scenerios, Etc.)

Genders:

Female!Reader Male!Reader Gen!Reader Genderbent!Character (You can make them a female from male, but still no smut !)

THEME !:

Christmas/Winter (Anything else will NOT be written. I am doing Christmas and winter related stuff, NOT smut, no summer themes and stuff. WINTER/CHRISTMAS THEME!!!)

How far can spicey go ?:

A bit of dirty talk, flirting, heated make out session and that is it. I will stop at the characters, taking off their clothes. :P

Deadline:

22nd of December 2023 will be the end of requests, starting from today the 14th of December 2023.

Where can you request them:

@skulduggery-pleasant-bp9

@update-blog-bp9

@blackypanther9

Have fun requesting. And remember the rules guys ! I mean it ! I am dead serious ! I have very little time, but I want to do something small at least for yall, for this month. So use this knowledge wisely !!!

Requests for Anon is also having green light now. On all the three blogs.

I'm tagging those who miss some Marvel, because now is your chance !!!

@innerpiratefun @gayhopefullove @natashaxmarvelmen @buffymore @lovefanfiction01

Go crazy, but not too crazy, yeah ? *Cough, cough* I hope it shows you that I tagged yall...