#hope you guys enjoy if you have wallpaper Engine!

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So I made another Wallpaper Engine thing, this time with Mistilteinn and Magolor! Not only can you adjust how the wallpaper can be displayed, you can also squish Magolor to make him talk! By default, the particle effects will be unchecked in case your device can't handle it.

Here's the link to the Steam workshop item!

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The Midnight Kiss

Azriel took a hike this chap 😬😬 his inner thoughts were secluded from me😓😓 Fear not, Elain had no problem in blabbing for three two . Enjoy your Elain-fest, i guess… Adopte an author today, and win the privilege of helping to keep the flame alive! See ya 😻😽

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 6: In need of a Scotty to beam her up

Hands roaming each other's bodies in a hurry, a trail of discarded clothes leading to the bedroom, ragged breaths and frantic steps finding the way towards the bed, two bodies rolling around the sheets, her soft moans and his rough groans matching the “thud, ” of the headboard denting the wallpaper, a symphony of,

“Faster,”

“Harder,”

“Deeper,”

“There. Right there,”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

loud enough to haunt her nosy neighbor for days to come!

Had they been a regular couple, that’s how their third date would be coming to an end; in a steamy encounter between the sheets.

Since they were Azriel and Elain, their third date came to an end with the couple talking in his car, the engine roaring smoothly on the background.

Elain Archeron had been away from the dating scene for five years, yet the rules had not changed much: People expected to get laid by the third date. Sometimes on the first date, or even before having a first date! Bottom line is, go down dirty and hard in the first opportunity you have, put all the chemistry to test to avoid settling down with someone you have no interest in sleeping with. Despite not understanding the appeal of sleeping around, Elain agreed that a couple’s sexual life played a big part in the relationship. She also knew good bedroom chemistry turned into shackles when a guy treated you like shit outside of it. Worst bargain coin ever. Elain had been in one of those relationships before. It took so long for her to see how shitty her last relationship was, and finally break free from it, that once she did, Elain retracted from men all together. Hence the birth of her Crush Land.

Elain’s Crush Land was her happy place, a safe space where she could fantasize about the men she found attractive, without actually having to get involved with them. After all, it was much easier to crush from a distance than to get close and end up disappointed, especially when she had no confidence in maintaining a healthy relationship. In her Land the men were all perfect, flawless, fulfilling all of her expectations without her having to explain a thing. As every good sovereign, she establish ground rules for her Land, two unbreaklabe rules that kept her reign peaceful for years:

1º)This cannot be a one-Crush-land;

2º) The maximum of days a Crush can remain in his throne, is seven days. After that, he's trouble.

With time, Elain grow attached to her delusional lifestyle, content with her fantasies, her Crush Land providing all the male interaction she needed. Until she met Cassian.

Goddamn Cassian Marino, with his massive size and perfect round ass, sauntering into her life flaunting his silky hair and megawatt smiles, destroying everything she worked hard to perfect.  Cass refused to fit into her equation, shattering her one-week-crush mold, frequently appearing in her mind till he was the only guy she could fantasize about. Funny thing is that was her wake up call. Ah, Elain thought sadly, I must be lonely.

Loneliness was a bitch. Especially for someone like her, who had been in relationships more than she had been alone. That’s why her Crush Land was important. No matter how silly it sounded, it helped her to learn to be alone, feel fulfilled by herself, not depend on a partner to give her worth. Elain was worthy. And her ever growing infatuation with Cass was proof that she was ready to get back into the dating world, preferably with him.

Life was also a bitch, slapping her, laughing at her pathetic hopeful plans, rubbing Cass' smoking-hot grilfriend in her face, before she could even have the chance to embarass herself with a confession. Cassian deciding to start when Elain decided to start dating, only to end up dating someone that was not her would be hilarious, had it not happened to her. It did happen to her, and Elain was devastated. But no matter! She would not let that stop her from taking a leep of faith with another guy.

Did she expected for this guy to be Cass' brother? No.

Did she expect for this guy to be her work-nemesis? Also, no.

Did she expect for this guy to be both, and despite the fact she knew that, to accept dating him anyway? Absolutly not!

Sometimes spontaneity made her do crazy things.

Elain would be the first one to admit Azriel's credentials were not looking good. But no matter! Azriel had showed he was interested in moving on too, and Elain was nothing, if not an optimist. She was confident about her abilities to move on, ready to conquer any challange life throw her way! All she needed was a guy who was willing to take her, not tame her, and everything would work out.

That’s how she found herself in boss-turned-boyfriend situation. What Elain and Azriel were doing was different from everything she had ever tried. This time she started dating her boyfriend before even liking him properly, going on dates to get to know each other. And Elain was enjoying this “get to know me” stage, enjoying discovering the little things she would not know simply by working with him.

Despite not having his brother’s easy disposition to accommodate strangers and make everyone feel comfortable with a flash of his white teeth, Azriel wasn’t the cold-hearted tin man she anticipated. As she got to know him, Elain discovered Azriel had no problem in being open and honest about his feelings, his expectations regarding their relationship, his desire to fall in love with her.

Elain was surprised to know he wasn't just interested in moving on, he was interested in her too! Initially, she thought they would help each other get over their exes, gain confidence with the opossite sex, and move on to find actual partners. Azriel nearly blew a fuse when she told him that.

"Let me get this straight. You wanna date me, to date another guy?" "Yeah, we," "No." He stopped her. "You'll date another girl, too," "No." "Let me finish," "No. You are not dating another guy! Are you out of your damn mind?" He interrupted, a vein popping in his forehead. "I warned you, Elain, I warned you I don't do casual. You date me, you are mine, and I do not share what's mine. Fuck no, you'll not date another guy."

Elain thought women's hormones sure worked in mysterious ways, because she had no business finding a domineering man that sexy. So, she changed routes, treating him as a real boyfriend, trying her best to box all his annoying bits to focus in his qualities –a feature she spent the better part of a year believing he did not have. Turned out he did.

It pained her old self to admit this, but Azriel was excellent in his job. He was also beautiful –she was dying to get him in front of her lenses– educated –when he wanted to be– from a good family, with good values, and apparently, extra sexy when he claimed his domain of her. It would be a lie to say a man like that, showing interest in you, didn’t send butterfly into a frenzy in a girl’s belly. Azriel being an attentive boyfriend didn't hurt either.

Even busy, he made sure to text her here and there throughout the the week, matching his free time to hers so they could go on dates. Since their relationship changed from coworkers to lovers, he started watching his tone, policing himself to not lash at her as he usually would – in fact, Azriel was treating the entire team better. Taking did breaths to control his temper while rejecting ideas, reducing the number of times he indiretcly called them stupid during a day, and he had only told her to shut up twice this week – a progress if she ever saw one. It was her fault, honestly. Elain couldn't help it, provoking him was fun.

Plus, bantering didn't end with her wanting to punch his teeth out anymore, now they ended with him cornering her in the empty pantry, his office, the elevator, he parking lot, deseert corridors, Azriel tracking her down to bite the snarkiness out of her lips.

“Jesus, you are such a biter,” she pointed out one day, after a particularly sharp nip. “Learned from you,” he breathed in her mouth.

Guilty. Elain couldn’t get enough of his plushy lips, nibbling and sucking on them till Azriel lost his stark facade, self-control thrown out the window, forgetting they stood in company property to press her on the nearest corner, groaning into her mouth, closing his long finger around her throat, making a mess of her hair. The man seemed obsessed with her hair and her neck. Elain was quickly becoming obsessed with his neck too, tip-toeing to fill it with wet kisses, leaving hickeys at the base, just shy from the collar of his dress shirts, like a little secret hidden in plain sight. It felt good to brand her teeth on his skin. A small punishment for all the times he made he want to punch his face.

At the end of the day, Elain wasn’t in love with Azriel, but she sure liked being his girlfriend. So much so, that when he pulled up in front of her building, she began to stall, coaxing him into conversing a little bit longer, not wanting to part.

Now she sat in his car, asking him endless questions about a subject most girlfriends would avoid like the plague: His ex.

“So you never had a girlfriend? Like, never, ever.” She asked for the third time, stunned with the complex and crazy history of her boyfriend.

Elain knew it wasn’t proper to use their date night to play 21 questions about his ex, but she was a curious person.

“If you want to get technical about it. She didn’t want labels. Had no problems getting the advantages of one, tho.”

His eyes dipped to her leg, which was bare, courtesy of her peach pleated skirt, a question clear in his hazel orbs. Elain allowed silently, watching as he gently ran his knuckles over the perpendicular scar dividing her kneecap in two halves, the line of scar tissue lighter than her skin.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Only if it gets too cold. My doc said it’s psychological, I said he isn’t the one feeling the pins burning. I swear to you, my orthopedist is whack, never trust your knee to Edgar Montero from Beacon Hill, never."

"How many pins?"

Elain lifted two fingers. Azriel removed his hand.

"It's fine, most of the time I forget about it."

He reached for his jacket on the back seat, draping it over her legs.

“Thanks,” Elain undid the straps of her sandals, not noticing him adjusting the temperature, and crossed her legs under his jacket, snapping a quick pic of her covered legs, catching the shoes on his carfloor. Then she returned to the subject of her interest. “Oh man, that’s a lot of responsibility, being someone’s first girlfriend. Just so you know, I had a lot of boyfriends, lots of experience.”

Azriel turned on his seat to better face her. “I have a decade of experience.”

She used her hand to make and “0” shape, saying, “stil had zero girlfriends. Were you lonely?"

Elain was. In her last relationship, Elain felt lonely even though she wasn't alone. She never wanted to experience that feeling again.

Azriel merely shrugged. “Work kept me busy enough.”

“Life is more than fashion, Marino. Life is bitter without the sweet frosting of love."

"Let me guess: that's why you fall in love easily."

"touché." She winked at him.

His raven-hair touched the headrest, Azriel closing his eyes. "How many boyfriend are we talking about?" he asked casually.

"You sure you wanna know?"

"Mmh."

"Most people prefer not to know about their partners past..." she taunted.

Azriel opened one eye, giving her an incredulous look. "You are so full of shit. You literally spent," he looked at his watch, "one hour and twenty minutes interrogating me."

It was her time to shrug, playing it cool. "I'm confident like that." Bullshit. Freaking curious enough to put George to shame, that's what she was.

"Stop stalling." Damn it, he knew her antics.

"Since you insist. Don't go crying later!" she gave him a last warn, putting a hand on her chest. "Just so you know, I'm extremely loyal. Got my first boyfriend entering high school, dated him till senior year. We broke up, I started dating this other guy in college, we were together till I turned twenty-four – he kind of traumatized me a little, but that's story for another time. Then I met this cute guy on tinder, he was stinky rich, but I think his mom wanted to bone him." Elain grimaced, using air quotes to repeat the nasty words she had to hear. "That lady was not happy to see her 'precious golden boy' with a 'lousy photographer'. I am not lousy. A goddamn amazing photographer, that's wha I am. Dumped his ass and won a contest later that month, thank you very much, mama Vanserra.”

Six months after breaking up with Graysen, Elain got into a bad funk. She missed intimacy, missed sex, and the worst part, she missed Graysen. To avoid crawling back to him, she tried a dating app, finding Lucien Vanserra on the first swipe, who she got involved with for three blissful months. Then his crazy mother started wanting to compete with Elain for her son’s love and affection. The woman acted like her son was her late husband. Yikes.

“And?” Azriel urged to go on, his voice bringing her out of memory lane.

“And what?”

"You said you dated a lot, I'm waiting for the "lot" part."

Elain grabbed the front of his shirt, twisting the fabric. "How dare you criticize my lovely love history? You never had a girlfriend. You are like, like – a dating novice!”

Azriel made sure his eye roll was a deliberately slow one, grabbing her chin to bring her closer. “You dated two guys and a half.”

"Why a half?"

"You never dated the third asshole."

“Still dated more than you.”

“Questionable.”

Elain snorted, impressed with his audacity to judge her when he never managed to get a single girl to date him. Before she could tell him to shove it, Azriel ran his thumb across her lower lip. He knew just how to shush her, because Elain went inert instantly. 

“Are you done interrogating me, now?” She nodded. “Or do you wish to reminisce about your harem a little longer?” She shook her head.

There was no need to think about a witty reply. Azriel wasn’t actually interested in an answer, didn’t wait for on either.

He kissed her with all the patient she didn’t have, taking his time in tasting her lips; and there they were without fail, the goddamn fireworks blowing behind her lids like they did every time he touched her. Elain melted into him. His kiss was unhurried, throughtful, lips moving with the same tender assurance of the hand palming the beck of her neck, finger tangling in the waves at her nape, tugging in delicious way that was neither too harsh nor too tight. Perfect. His touch was perfect.

Elain endure the slow tempo the best she could, the kiss lingering like the sweetest of punishments. She let him conduct the pace till she was tingling all over, goosebumps coating her skin, Then she exploded, untamed and unleashed.

Where Azriel was calm, Elain was the storm. She wasted no time with gentleness, sticking her tongue in his mouth to deepen the kiss, delighting in his small flinch of surprise. Elain throw her arms around his neck like a desperate drowning girl in search of a life jacket to cling to, Azriel shuddering under her embrace, matching her wild pace with no struggle. Elain loved how versatile he was, changing from one type of kiss to another with easy, allowing her to guide him, to coach him as she saw fit. Heavy panting soon filled the air, the peculiar couple getting lost in the erratic kiss. When Azriel released her, his voice was lower than usual, rough on the edges, a black ocean smothering the beautiful hazel of his eyes.

"Is the experienced up to your standards, madam?"

She barely nodded, lipstick smudged all over, eyes glazed with need, searching for his mouth again.

Few were the things capable of turning Elain silent and compliant.

Azriel's kiss was on top of that list.

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Elain sidestepped into the conference room carrying four colorful binders, arms feeling like jelly under the heavy weight, huffing from the small walks from the room to her desk. Okay, maybe the material wasn’t that heavy and she was the one out of shape. Christ, she needed to exercise more frequently. Elain could not remember the last time she did some cardio, except for running to the bakery two blocks down from her place. Fine, she needed to exercise, period.

She dropped her cargo on the long table, organizing the variety of fabric swatches, reference data and sponsoring proposals Nuala left in her care, snapping a quick photo of it all. Nuala caught a nasty flu she was trying to nurse before their business trip, leaving Elain, Miguel and Azriel to run their last meeting without her.

Speaking of Azriel…

Elain glanced expectantly at her boss, who was casually leaning against the table, focused solemnly on his tablet, scribbling over the interview draft Miguel presented to him. The assistant writer stood by him, eyes moving furiously from the object to his boss face, fidgeting like a child who waits for parental approval. These days Elain wasn’t much different, constantly rocking on her heels as she waited to snatch his attention.

The reminiscence of daylight seemed to clung to him, highlighting the deep navy of his dress shirt, the color making his profile stand out. The top button was undone, giving her the smallest glimpse of bronzed skin, Elain biting her lip as she remembered what was hidden by his shirt. At the height of his second button laid a little purple bruise, made by her. Elain sighed. How come he was able to stand there, doing nothing but breathe and be serious, and look as good as a seasoned model posing for the camera? Life was unfair. Well, not so unfair since she was the one who got to enjoy this big, sexy, handsome,

“Did your toddler redacted the last questions?” Azriel’s sharp remark interrupted her silent inspection of him. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t have to, directing his piercing stare at Miguel, who scratched his head, saying,

“I don’t have kids.”

“Figured. A toddler knows better than to ask Wang personal questions. Keep it professional, focus in the progress of her career, she’s prone to be volatile if you don’t. Tis last page is useless. Do it again.”

“Yes, boss man. Will do.”

Behind them, Elain rolled her eyes at Azriel for ruining her sweet memories with his unwanted crudeness. Moments like this, she didn't like him one bit. Azriel wasn't lying when he said it was hard for him to connect with people, and once he got hyperfocused in his job that little detail shined light a beacon. The man was in serious need of an interpersonal relationship coach. Learning the difference between constructive criticism and public humiliation would do wonders to his character.

Elain slammed a clipboard on the table, making a grand show of pretending to sneeze three time, just to slip in the words, “quit,” “being,” “a jerk,” in between. She could hear Azriel taking a deep breath before his neck turned like the little girl in the exorcist.

“Excuse me?”

“You should say “bless you, love”, but thanks.”

Elain could swear the lights flickers. "Are you doing that?" Shuddering, she made the sign of the cross.

Azriel scowled harder. “Are you out of your meds again?”

Oh, the nerve of this man. Liked being his girlfriend her ass. Elain gave him the sweetest smile she could muster, ending up looking like a psycho on the loose.   

“Of course not, Marino. I have my medicine right here,” she pinched his cheeks, Miguel sucking his lips inwards to avoid laughing. “How could I look at this face and not feel healthy and energized? Don’t be a jerk, love, scowling gives you winkles, and God did not make me this hot to date a wrinkled old geezer.”

“I’m not old.”

"You are. Age is a state of mind, and yours show in your grumpiness." She tapped his cheek lightly, smoothing the frown from between his brows. "Relax for me," she said, then, a bit quieter, "that sounds awfully sensual doesn't it? Relax for me."

He seemed peeved, but Elain was positive he wanted to laugh. She could see his lips twitching in the corner.

"You know I'm still your boss, right?"

"So you've told me. Now stop scolding the poor boy, I don't his beautiful soul to be crushed by corporate world. You done with the interview, yeah?" she pushed the remaining binders closer to Azriel, explaining their contents. “Nuala asked to pass this along. This one has partnership proposals. She said to email her if you have any doubt, she’ll be glue to her phone in case you need her. This one has secured sponsors. Take a look at these gorgeous Jacobsen settees we can display on set.” She flipped all the way to page twenty-four, showing him a variety of furniture to choose from, watching him overseeing the selection with keen attention.

“They look rigid,” Azriel commented absently.

“You know all about that, don’t you?” See? Easy to provoke. “I’m aiming for uncomfortable. Is part of the first act. Nuala and I were playing with a couple of scenarios, and I did some sketches. My goal is for it to be hard on the edges, unpleasant, transitioning into a more and welcoming atmosphere once her apprentices come into the picture, color bleeding in. They are her missing piece, her equilibrium.”

She located the blue binder, spreading it open in front of her boss, displaying all the confidence and grace that she had mastered dealing with her previous clientele. Anxious brides needed reassurance, and Elain was an expert in gving it, gently guiding them into her vision with steady steps, making sure to accommodate their hidden desires to create the perfect shooting.

She showed them the pages, giving visual representation of how the model would look in the set, how the poses would convey the message. Azriel analyzed each page quietly, lost in contemplation, contrary to Miguel, who silently shook beside him, clutching his fist to his mouth.

Elain reached in front of Azriel to slap Miguel's arm. “What are you laughing at?”

“You said you sketched.”

“I did.” 

“Angelita, you drew a bunch of stick people.” He lifted the tip of a paper, trying to discern what the heck she had done there. Lots of circles and lines, that's what. “It’s impossible to understand this.”

Elain gasped out loud, dramatically clutching a hand to her chest, gluing the back of her other hand to her forehead.

"Here we go," Azriel muttered, getting out of her way.

Elain staggered towards Miguel, clinging to his jacket, shaking him left and right.

“My own friend. My brother in army!”

“Brother in arms.” Azriel corrected with a shake of the head.

Elain ignored him, way too deep into her theatrical redemption of a betrayed person, continuing her absurd discourse.

“My ally! Here I was, defending your maidenly honor, and you, you! You throw me under the bus! Thou shalt not kill, Miguel, thou shalt not kill! Why do you murder me like this! Have you no compassion? Have you no honor? Why do you betray me, why?" With a final cry, she sobbed into his shirt.

"Alright, alright. Get up now." Miguel held Elain up right, who was still pretending to be weak on the knees. “Couldn’t you have cut some old mags or something?”

“And give you some else’s vision?” her face twisted with horror, Elain pushing away from him to clean her fake tears. “No, thank you. This is an original shooting, with original concept, so we needed original drawings.” She tapped her index on the paper. “You have to look with your third eye, friend.”

“I have that?”

“Everyone does.” Fixing her hair in a ponytail, Elain wiggled herself between the two man, preparing to give a class they would not forget. “Pay attention, por sabor.”

“Por favor," he corrected amused.

“That’s what I said. Look, these are all different poses, kneeling, standing, laying down. I gave my blood for the stick people! Look! Here, she’s falling from a cliff into darkness, see, her arms are trying to grab salvation. Here, they are lying down, bored to death, in desperate need of something new, excitement. Then, boom! Wangsalvation. And here comes Vera," her passionate speech mellowed, for a shadow was casted over her, a strong frame trapping her between his body and the table. Elain wondered if Azriel had an inner furnace, because he always seemed to run hotter than her.

She cleared her throat, struggling to remain professional. "Vera is – Vera...? Yes! Vera. Vera will be waiting for her pupils, reaching her hand like the statue of a goddess, teaching her ways to the youth.”

The heat of Azriel's body seeped into her naked arms as he gently took a hold of her wrist, long soft fingers wrapping around her skin. Mouth-watering muscles flexed as guided her, making her point at something she could not care less.

"What's that one?"

Elain licked her lips, imagining how much prettier he’d look holding both of her wrists, pinning her hands above her head, binders dropped to the ground because she’d be the one spread on this table, harsh hazel eyes darkening with desire as he bent over–

“Models in opposite sides, touching each other’s faces.” She mumbled bewildered.

“Mmmh.” His purring vibrated on her back, Elain gulping at the awareness that she was straight out resting against his front. Her cheeks heated, eyes darting quickly to the witness in the room, only to find him distracted by his phone.

“Hey, Jerry read my email. He'll see me first thing tomorrow,” Miguel said casually. Jerry was their chief-editor, responsible for all the journalist aspects of an issue. “I’ll cut the last page and brainstorm new questions tonight. Maybe he can finish proofreading before we fly out.”

Azriel's hand moved from her wrist to her waist, resting casually at her hip. "I rather you proofread the winner's interview first. Wang is the last to go, there’s time to fix hers.”

“You sure?”

The two exchanged more words Elain didn’t pay an ounce of attention to, too busy digesting her latest daydream. The fact that her fantasies were now starred by a different Marino still caught her by surprise sometimes.

Surely, all that making out, like a couple of unsupervised horny teenagers, was messing with her brain chemistry. Because Azriel went from being nothing but a cranky boss, who made her blood boiling with impatience after their interactions, to be the protagonist of her x-rated story lines, sending her spiraling simply because he touched her wrist –not even her ass or titties, her goddamn wrist! This man’s touch needed to be studied.

The more she thought about it, the clearer it got: Elain not only liked to be Azriel's girlfriend; Elain liked Azriel.

A kiss on top of her head startled Elain back in the present, Miguel long gone from the room.

“I can smell your neurons burning.” Azriel joked, smelling her hair, kissing the same spot from before. The little excited thing in her chest went crazy. “Why is your heart beating so fast?” he whispered in her ear, “I can feel it in my chest.”

Crap, he could feel it?

Elain groaned.

At first, she thought Azriel Marino didn't had a flirtatious bone in his body, later, she understood he simply wasn't into cheesy reckless pick up lines like her. No, Azriel enjoyed other ways to take her off her feet, generally pointing things a gentleman should pretend he hadn't noticed! Sometimes it felt like this man was put on this earth to humble her. Christ, how was she supposed to flirt her way out this? Elain was in need of a Scotty to beam her up and away from here, before this man discovered her weakness. He was already way to powerful for her taste.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that my boss being inappropriate during office hours.”

“Now, she remembers I'm her boss. And you are inappropriate all the time.”

“Yeah, but it’s weird when you do it. I'm the funny partner in this relationship.”

Azriel used her jeans beltloops to turn her around till her ass was pressed on the table “Are you?” Since when had this man confused face been so adorable? "You are fun, but funny, tsk tsk. Funny is a big stretch."

His fingers dug in her in waist, cutting her cognitive abilities, stopping her from registering the insult. Was he going to put her up the table? God, she hoped he would. "Cute shirt."

Elain looked down on her white tee design, where two potted plants were having a conversation. One saying, "Aloe, how are you?", the other "Hey, long Thyme no see."

"Thanks."

He traced her lower lip, muttering. "No lipstick, today?"

Before she could control herself, Elain let her tongue dart outside, meetind the pad of his thumb. "Didn't want to smear you," she replied in a daze.

"Glass walls. Office hours." Came his low warning.

"Technically, we are past office hours. I'm friends with Marie, you know, the cleaning lady. She gave those glass walls an extra glow this morning, I can guarantee you'll find no germs in it. Now, if you wanna put some germs in it, I have a few ideas about what we could press there. Who. You. could press there. But I should warn you, the dress code suggestion may get a little skimpy."

There was no hidding his smile now, except he wasn't amused. His smile was wicked, smoldering hazel eyes hiding delirious promises. Azriel cleaned her saliva over her cheek, finding her neck.

Knuckles rapped against the glass wall; a melodious voice calling his name. Worse, calling him by a pet name.

"Az." The affectionate sugary tone made Elain grimace. And she wasn't the only one.

One blink and the burning desire in his eyes morphed into anxiety.

"Az?" His face paled. As if he couldn't believe the sound reaching his ears. Elain looked from him to the gorgeous woman in the doorway, checking her from feet to face.

Black stilettos, red strapless jumpsuit and sunglasses greeted her. Manicured red coffin nails clutched a tiny mini purse, beach blonde hair gathered at her nape in a low, elegant, ponytail, once again making Elain feel inadequate in her jeans and tee. Morrigan took her sunglasses off, giving Elain a view of her red swollen eyes.

"Az... Azriel." Her trembling voice calling his full name seemed to wake up Azriel from his trance. He withdrew from Elain completely, turning to Morrigan at last

"Hi." Uncomfortable silence stretched when he didn't greet her back. If Morrigan was saddened by his stiff reaction, she did not let it show. "Can we talk? Please. I really need to speak with you."

[minniethemoocherda]

It’s in the Blood, It’s in the Will

A/N:  This takes place directly after my previous fic in this series After All is Said and Done but you shouldn't have to read that for this too make sense. I am loving all the headcanons that Ratchet is going to be super pissed that Bumblebee didn't check the Terran's energon levels till they were near zero! I really hope we get to see Ratchet properly in the show outside of the flashback! With Megatron having defected, I think it also make total sense for Drift to appear too! I tried something a little differently here with an almost outsiders POV with Robby so let me know what you guys think. Hope you enjoy!

Ao3

By the time Robby heard the car's engine it was too late.

He was struggling to hold back laughter as Mum tried to show Optimus how to change the wallpaper on his phone so that she could send him the picture she'd snapped of Bumblebee sleeping snuggled against his side. Robby had no idea how Bumblebee was able to sleep over the shouts of his siblings playing hot potato (or hot cube as the Cybertronians called it) in the cow field next door. Which was probably why he didn't hear the car coming until it was parked right outside the barn.

In the split second it took Robby to wonder why an ambulance was at their house when no humans had been hurt that badly during the battle with Mandroid, the vehicle had already transformed into a twenty foot tall robot.

It wasn't a Transformer Robby had met before, nor was it one he recognised from TV.

"Er hi?" Robby said but the robot didn't appear to have heard him. Instead it marched straight towards Megatron who was perched on the grass opposite the barn. At the sight of the ambulance heading his way, Megatron clutched the battered remains of his arm and turned to glare in Optimus' direction.

"You called Ratchet?" Megatron hissed.

Optimus ignored him, pretending to be too engrossed in his phone.

The bot, who was apparently called Ratchet, paid the interaction no mind and produced an oversized wrench from who knows where and whacked Megatron over the head with it.

"I know your helm is as thick as a dinobot's tail but can you at least try to think next time before you try to use your fusion canon when your arm is half fallen off! Now sit!" Ratchet shouted.

Robby waited with baited breath for Megatron to start blasting but despite his scowl, the former Deception followed the orders without question, which even after everything that happened, was probably the most surprising thing Robby had seen that day.

He'd never seen Megatron follow orders that quietly before. Even with Optimus he usually had a sparky remark or two.

Who was this Ratchet? Judging by the way he was currently fixing Megatron's arm, Robby assumed he was some kind of Cybertronian equivalent of a doctor. And with his Mum's non-repulsed eye roll and Dad's silent freak out, even if Robby didn't know who this bot was, he was fairly certain his parents did.

That was when the second car arrived.

It must've been following right behind Ratchet although with everything that had happened in the last minute, it felt longer to Robby.

It too transformed from a flashy race car to a giant robot. His armour was a pristine white with swirls of red and yellow. Two swords larger then Robby's entire body were strapped to his waist with another across his back. But they weren't half as terrifying as the Deception logo tattooed across their chest.

Before Robby could cry out, his Mum was already standing in front of him, blaster poised to strike.

"Stand down Mrs Malto." Optimus said, in that gentle but commanding tone Robby recognised from his speeches on TV. "This is Drift. He has now switched allegiances to the Autobots."

"Funny, because last time we met, he was a Deception assassin called Deadlock." Mum snarled.

Robby noticed that his Dad had taken up a similar protective stance in front of the Terrans who had abandoned their game to watch the unfolding scene.

"My allegiance was not the only thing I changed." Drift said, hands raised in the universal sign of surrender, although he didn't sound to be that bothered by his Mum's blaster.

"Well who are you then?" Mum demanded, reluctantly holstering her weapon under Optimus' watchful eye.

"I'm Ratchet's conjux." The Deception stated with a soft smile that didn't match the rest of the walking arsenal.

"What's a conjux?" Hashtag asked, taking the question from Robby's mouth.

"What do you mean what's a conjux?" Ratchet scoffed as he finished welding Megatron's arm back together. "What are you, a bunch of spark-"

Ratchet glanced away from Megatron's injury taking his first real look at the plainly armoured bots around him. His eyes widen before suddenly flashing white. "Sparklings? You found sparklings! AND YOU DIDN'T CALL ME?"

Ratchet's thunderous voice left Robby wobbling on his feet and woke Bumblebee up with a start.

The glare Optimus sent in Rachet's direction did little to deter to doctor's tirade. Megatron was the only one who appeared happy, relieved that the doctor's ire was no longer focused on him.

"Please tell me you at least gave them a routine check up!"

"Errr..." Bumblebee replied eloquently, still sounding half asleep.

Ratchet tssked, a sound Robby had no idea how a robot could make without any teeth.

"Why do I always have to do everything?" Ratchet grumbled to himself. A ray of blue light spread over the nearby Terrans, making them giggle as he presumably took a scan. Whatever he saw on the results made his eyebrows disappear beneath his helmet. "Their energon levels are all below ten percent! How are they even still alive?"

"It's okay they don't need energon." Bumblebee told him, sounding more awake now.

"And you know this how?"

"Because they might have nearly collapsed of it- but then it was okay because we discovered that they just need Earth water to survive!" Bumblebee replied quickly, leaning more into Optimus with every word as though he could hide under the Prime's armour.

"Oh and you know this in your expert medical opinion do you?" Ratchet retorted, his armour plating shaking to the point Robby was worried that the friction would set it on fire. It was a sight Robby suddenly recognised from his own parents when their anger at him doing something particularly stupid was an explosion of their terrified concern.

"Ratty, remember your fuel line pressure. Take deep vents." Drift said, gently squeezing the crook of Ratchet's elbow.

Robby heard the doctor grumble something about where his conjunx could shove his fuel line pressure, but he did take a reluctant deep breath. It rattled the plates of his armour like the brittles of a cats fur, seemingly settling Ratchet enough that he no longer looked liked he was about to spontaneously combust. Sighing, he produced what looked to Robby like sticks made out of rust from his seams, holding them out towards the Terrans.

"Here. These should get your energon levels up. But don't eat too many at once. My days of cleaning up sparkling vomit are long over."

For some reason those words only made Bumblebee sink against Optimus even further.

Robby watched as his metallic siblings take tentative bites of the rust sticks. He had to stifle a laugh as all too soon they were gobbling them up like kids with candy on Halloween.

"Yes well thank you for your assistance Ratchet." Optimus said diplomatically. "But it must be a longer drive back home for you and Drift, so we'd best let you get on your way."

"Oh you're not getting rid of me that easily Prime! I'm staying here to keep an optic on these sparklings." Ratchet stated.

"And where Ratchet goes, I go." Drift declared from his side. Robby almost missed the twitch of a smile Ratchet sent in his conjux's direction. But he was glad he didn't. As it showed that underneath the medic's sharp exterior, was a spark that cared about the bots around him. Even if he was willing to offend their feelings to protect their physical wellbeing.

"Can we keep them Mum, please?" Robby begged, utilising his best puppy dog eyes.

She shared a quick look with her husband with was pointless since Robby knew his Dad would be over the moon at the idea more transformers staying with them. Sure enough, his Dad was jumping up and down like an excitable puppy.

"We're going to need a bigger barn." His Mum sighed.

[jae-canikeepyou]

| kismet | j.jh | part one

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 10k+ welps

summary: his parents sends him for a month long vacation to the country side to meet his other half, which so happens to be you. and alternatively, your beloveds asks of you to be in your best behaviour while he’s around. disliking how things turn out, you both come up with a pact with each other before your two families gathers together for christmas eve dinner.

genre: arranged marriage + bad 1st impressions

a/n: happy new year ✨ and you know what that means? *wink wink* new layout for my oneshots hihi! ok you guys this took soooooo long to write ;-; i wasn’t satisfied with the first draft so i had to reboot everything! and i mean everything!! :3 so i had this specific genre in mind for a long time and i’m glad that someone requested at the same time while i was in the progress of writing it~ i should’ve posted this on christmas day but i was spending time with my family :D hope you understand hihihi anyway i’ll stop this here so you can enjoy reading! ~j

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| part two | part three (final) |

jaehyun never reacted so quickly in his entire life, simultaneously spitting out the drink he consumed and eyes growing at the news his parents suddenly brought up. his neck ache at sudden twist. “what did you say?” he wiped the drips of coffee at the corners of his lips. his breathing intensified the more the silence passed.

mr. and mrs. jeong playfully sighed & exchanged looks as their son shouldn’t be this surprised regarding the topic. they have discussed about this when he turned eighteen. now twenty-three, he shouldn’t be so surprised or over-reactive about it either. 

“you heard your father,” mrs. jeong chewed her meal elegantly, yet giggles were still heard through closed lips. “you’re meeting her next week.”

he squinted with plenty of doubts filling his head, he was sure that there was still a year left. and to him that also meant he has exactly a year to convince his parents to call off the marriage he never asked for, let alone planned it. he still has a lot- correction, have yet to achieve in his mid-twenties and having a wife now would be slightly cutting his privacy short. 

in other words, the path to leisure he wished for after years of academics would divert to spending a life planned out for him. he had a diary and planner, and 

they were organised and well-thought out. but he had enough of his parents writing out his future for him, why couldn’t he write his own love story?

jaehyun was on his second last year of veterinary medicine, having some of the weight and pressure of academics lifted off his shoulders. of course he knew he still has to study, he just felt a little relaxed knowing that he would soon practice his dream career.

never had he expected that time flew and was going to meet his fiancé soon. 

his phone blinked with along with a message from his friends— mark and johnny. he briefly looked at the wallpaper of his long-time girlfriend of four years; she was the one who was on his mind. “nononono, i can’t get married now.” jaehyun’s panicking voice echoed the dining area, shoving the phone into his pockets.

mr. jeong raised a brow, placing his cup of coffee on the glass table. “relax, you’re not putting a ring on her finger yet.”

“‘yet’?!” the dimples on his face deepened as his cheeks bubbled. “mom, dad, i haven’t even met her!”

“hm? that’s why you’re spending the whole month at the countryside!” mrs. jeong exclaimed excitingly, and to jaehyun it seemed she was enjoying herself as if she were the one going there too.

“a month?! what am i going to do over there?!” 

“isn’t this great? we finally get to see you outdoors instead of a laptop and report papers! you need a break honey.” his mother clasped palms.

“ugh i can manage my time—”

“once you start working i’m pretty sure you won’t have the time to, jaehyun.”

since the love topic was brought up, his parents started to dig out their memories during their dating years. jaehyun groaned and massaged his temples, feeling uncomfortable with all the love stories he already heard or been told about. “did you forget that i have a girlfriend?” mumbling, he let out a deep, long sigh hoping they would hear him. and that failed miserably. his parents were in their own world. 

he shook his leg underneath the table and grew impatient with the duration of their conversation. “please, i’m begging you. i’ll get married in my own time and pace. sue and i are pretty much going to settle once we graduate-”

a certain ringtone perked his ears and his hands quickly pat his pockets to search his phone. he let out a sigh of relief, that his girlfriend psychologically read his mind and knew how much he wanted to get out of the dinner table, not to mention his parents’ overly attachment to one another. 

“sue you called! i was wondering if you want to hang out for a while.” his voice was high in spirits. but word has it when it reached its high, it would plummet to the ground shortly after. “hey, what’s wrong?” 

on the other line, just a call away from his girlfriend, was her held-in sob and whimper. “where are you right now? i’m coming to get you.”

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jaehyun’s limbs shook in anger and slammed his fists onto the stirring wheel so hard that this time he promised himself he would move on. last week, she didn’t just break up with him— that was a call for farewell, something kept well hidden from him and all this time he didn’t know she felt the way she did for the years they’ve spent together. 

for a minute he wished this was all a dream, that conscious world would wake his slumber mind. it wasn’t. the reality pretty much awoke him and kept him up all night. he blinked several times, her words still numbing his hearing, wishing it was a lie... but he heard her loud and clear that night. 

“...you’ll always have a place in my heart.. but i’m really sorry..”

he grew speechless though his heart had millions of questions. the windows of his lips sealed closed no matter how much he wanted them to be answered. opposite from where he was at, he stared at the porch of her house, waiting for a silhouette to appear before him. instead a luxurious car pulled over and an unfamiliar man took his coat off to wrap around sue. that action didn’t hurt jaehyun, but it was sue’s smile of comfort that triggered his pain more. seemed like she knew this man given that she let him into her house, like nothing heartbreaking happened before this. 

the door closed and jaehyun’s teary eyes never left her residence until loud slams of swinging car doors opened on both sides of the passenger’s seats. “tsk.” he hissed and quickly rubbed the tears meaning to fall. him being seen crying would really make him a target for his friends, for not moving on. couldn’t risk being the attention more than he already was.

“goodness mark it’s not like we’re on vacation that you have to pack almost everything,” johnny threw one of mark’s duffle bags at the boy, earning a so-what kind of look from him. “we’ll only bring jae to the y/l/n’s then leave afterwards—”

screw this, jaehyun thought. by now he shouldn’t look too swollen to his friends. but screw mark for renting and living across from his ex’s house. 

“save your explanation john.” jaehyun growled and started the engine, fastening his while seatbelt the two continued their bickers. more of it was mark’s shallowness that pissed johnny.

“yeah, save your explanation john- ow!” mark gave the tall lad a death-gazing glare at the pain that stayed on his skin.

johnny leaned forwards, tapping the dimpled boy on the shoulder. “dude, you changed your mind?”

jaehyun scoffed, resting his left arm onto the window’s edge as he drove. “mom said i should be accompanied. i didn’t want you both to come but she’s so insisting it’s getting into my nerves.” 

“actually mrs. jeong said you might need us after your sudden breakup,” mark pressed the button. the window rolled up and down whereas him and johnny exchanged looks to try to liven up the mood in the car. “what are friends for, hm?”

“o-oh yeah. you’ll need us.. as in.. ‘sue’pport.” he nodded with a fake sob. soon mark bursted out in giggles and joined the wagon. 

“‘cause you lost your ‘sue’weetheart.” “she’s making you ‘sue’per emotional.” “we were ‘sue’prised she dumped you.” “but as your brothers, we ‘sue’wear we’ll be here—”

“ugh! i don’t know why mom suggested you to come but your side comments really aren’t helping at all—” jaehyun rolled his eyes regretting instantly at the pain afterwards.

his friends found him hilarious. they were laughing so hard that jaehyun couldn’t continue or interrupt their exploding voices. “since when did you need help, mr. leave-me-alone?” johnny took a huge leap from his seat to be beside the offended boy. “for all i know you’re the type who wants everything perfect, in control and planned.”

“nah dude, right now..” mark zipped his bag. “he needs help with love issues.”

“this has nothing to do with my love! and for the record, about the y/f/n’s? it’s arranged!” he lowered his cap and slid back slightly against the seat while the car was on idle. “do i need to spell it out for you?”

“that can change dude,” johnny slurped on his giant soda takeaway. jaehyun battered his eyes but was careful enough to not leave his sight off of the road. “who knows this fiancé of yours could meet your expectations. maybe more than sue could ever do.”

jaehyun’s mind clouded and still had the effects from the breakup. still so fresh. he didn’t want to believe it in fact happened; that it was all true. he was sure sue was the one for him. hearing his pals say it word per word only had it finally sunk in— she dumped him.

it terrified him in ways he couldn’t imagine, haunted him countless of nights because he failed her. he even bragged to his parents that he would marry her and slip a ring on her finger. thinking about it, how stupid was he to hold onto that hope?

he looked like an idiot, felt like one and his friends probably viewed the same. they said his fiancé could outstand sue? she was the perfect package! what more could he get?

he had her.

honks of the vehicles behind led jaehyun’s eyes trailing to the stoplight that emitted green. he pulled over and johnny knew he had to take his place. 

“here, let me drive. you’re not fit for driving. now, just be comfy back there, okay?”

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hours later violent jolts of the car hit jaehyun’s cheek, regaining consciousness from his slumber just to witness the beautiful sunrise peeking from the horizon. he sat up, his posture trying to straighten to denumb nerves that held long during his sleep.

his playlist blasted the speakers. johnny had his legs on the dashboard and hummed with the music. mark was still sleeping peacefully like he hadn’t had a care in the world other than his precious bag of unfinished chips in his hands. 

he groaned at the discomfort of pulled muscles and the sudden break to the countryside. if johnny needed an hour intervals for the drive he could’ve said so, right? but now they were at the open road, greenery and fields merging together in one land. 

“what time is it? where are we and are we there yet? i’ll drive if what you do delays the journey.” jaehyun gestured him to move aside. “johnny, stop eating.” it was quarter to two.

“wha-? i’m hungry. hey, you’re the one who didn’t want to come and yet you’re rushing to get to the y/l/n’s?” johnny unwrapped his second burrito. “besides, we’re only five minutes away—”

“tsk ‘cause i need to piss real bad.” jaehyun was fidgety and panned the view before setting eyes on his friend. 

johnny felt a churn in his stomach as his cheeks bubbled. “oh gross! i’m eating dude! if you’re gonna piss then do it outside?!”

jaehyun shoved the burrito into johnny’s mouth to not speak anymore. “rather hold it in than for you to puke in my car!” he held his strength while johnny fought his way to breathe properly. “i won’t piss outside and there are cattles who feed on fields!”

“bruh stop lecturing me with your vet knowledge- ah!” johnny held his forehead from the sudden finger flicking.

“dude, it’s called common sense. now move aside!” he shooed the tall boy off the driver’s seat. jaehyun stepped on the gas, heading towards a small town entrance.

they finally reached a couple of stores & restaurants, surveying and asking its townsmen using your family name to locate your residence. maybe they would know which apartment or house you resided in. except that was the twist of their understanding. 

jaehyun and his boys were shocked to know how your family name plastered in posters and brand products displayed at open stores, but were more shocked to see the gazes from the people. 

a little over an hour, they managed to get hold of more information as they were told your house was ten minutes away from the town. jaehyun walked along the pavement to grab something to drink, only to be poked by a young man who was around the same age as they were.  

“hi.” he greeted the unfamiliar man. “i take it you’re looking for the y/l/n’s?”

he took a squint as he observed jaehyun from head to toe, circling around him. “uh-huh, you look like m’lady’s husband-to-be in the pictures.”

“e-excuse me?” jaehyun cleared his throat, seemingly unwilling to have this conversation going.

mark held his laugh per usual, it would take time to get used to jaehyun stumbling his words. 

because the engaged man really wasn’t ready at all. 

“yeap he’s the guy.” johnny popped the ‘p’ with a lollipop in his mouth. jaehyun rolled his eyes, taking the candy stick and tossing it away. he didn’t care about johnny’s scoffs.

the new young lad wore his motorcycle helmet. “sweet.” he prolonged the word. and that was when both mark and johnny lost it. they recalled the pun they entertain themselves with prior to arriving here.

“oh, i work with the town’s famous family,” he showed his i.d. wrapped around his neck. “you can follow me since i’m heading there too.” the three quickly twitched at his quick paced movement. “i’m kunhang by the way, but i’d rather be called hendery. it’s my professional name, it just sounds cooler.”

jaehyun furrowed his brows at the praise. “okay hendery, uhm famous? they’re big time?” he pointed at the posters holding your family name. “how so?”

hendery swung his face shield downwards. “you’ll see.”

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gallops of horses were drumming the entire farm. dust and dirt swirled with the wind in the air and it took a while for the boys to adjust their sights at the distance. hendery dropped a couple of spare boots for them to wear. jaehyun was in awe. horses were majestic animals and though he got to study them, he never seen such a number of them on the fields.

“oh goodness me our guest is here!”

they turned around to voice of a jolly lady, an apron on and folded cuffs from her clothing. “hello there! welcome! you must be jaehyun! my soon to be son-in-law!” she shook his hands and later pulled him for a hug. “oh you look just like your mother!”

“hi mrs. y/l/n. y-yeah, i get that a lot these days,” jaehyun scratched his head. “thanks for having us.” 

her eyes trailed at mark and johnny, and they too, were pulled in for a hug. “i see jaehyun brought along his handsome friends with him! do enjoy your stay here with us!” she caught a glimpse of a figure approaching the crowd. “c’mere baby and meet the boys!”

jaehyun looked over his shoulder, lips parting and exhaled a short breath. she seemed young, she has a pretty face but obviously still in high school. what the? oh g- i’m marrying you?

“pfft no ew. i’m not getting married to you. i’m only 17.” she let out a chuckle, almost sarcastic enough for jaehyun to explode.

crap i said it unconsciously.

your mother lightly slapped her arm. “marg, where’s your sister?” she asked. “i told her to specifically come at the barn 1600.”

“she took jet for a ride. ‘detour’ she said, but i guess she’s on her way here.” she replied and mark choked on his water bottle. marg rolled her eyes. “green minded ass-”

“language marg!” hendery flicked her forehead, the latter held the pain. “the rudeness. sorry, kiddo here is the family’s baby. you’ll see the eldest daughter soon- oh! right on time m’lady!” he waved his hands up high.

jaehyun didn’t know what pissed him off more; one was at himself for being starstruck and in awe at you after his breakup, and two? 

the beautiful black horse you were riding on didn’t seem to be halting. it was trotting at first. you were on its saddle. he squinted his eyes, were you smirking? unbelievable. he thought you were doing this on purpose. no, you were really going to run him over. 

he noticed a change in speed, trotting then galloping on dirt. the sounds of it matched with the beatings of his rising heart. jaehyun took a step back, then it became more than one, until he was worried that he would end up being chased. there were couple of gasps and reminders of voices. he fell on his bum with palms hitting the ground as he breathed heavily, eyes still on you.

the horse listened to your rein, it let out a loud neigh with its front legs heavenwards. your laugh merged with it. “whoa- hey, easy jet, easy.” you cooed the animal, soon removing your helmet and hair flowed like those in shampoo commercials. “i think he got the message.”

jaehyun sat there dumbfounded, his brows drew together. what message? you were centimetres from killing him- wait. he saw you turn cold and your smile disappearing.

bingo! he got it. he knew the reason why you did this. 

you were against the arranged marriage too.

johnny leaned into mark’s ear, who had his hands cupping his lower face. “bro, jet’s a horse so stop giggling and clean your mind.” 

“dude i’m not laughing at that. just look at jae. i’ve never seen him so helpless.” he cackled a laugh. 

once your feet were on the ground, he finally got a better look on you. you were wearing a light wooled grey sweater with denim blue jeans. your hair now on one side and boots stained with dried mud. you took off your gloves to put your hand out for a handshake, one rested around your helmet. “hi, i’m y/n.” you greeted with a smile, ensuring it was fake enough for jaehyun to notice. 

“quite of an entrance.” jaehyun dusted his jeans and groaned at the exerted strength as he stood. “jeong jaehyun. veterinary medicine student..” he was about to grab your hand until you shoved yours into the pockets of your jeans. 

“y/n!” your mom exclaimed with warning. “your manners-” she clamped her lips when you put up a hand, eyes darting at her later at him.

“alright, okay. look mr. i didn’t ask for your field of study and i don’t need to know or do anything with you.”

jaehyun crossed his arms, a fake smile plastered on his face. what an attitude. “apparently you will? because i’m here for the next thirty days.”

“is that so?” you hummed and jaehyun didn’t like how you singsonged.

he knew something was coming and sometimes he thought it was best to keep quiet instead of letting his annoyance towards you spark up. “good, that means you’re helping me out with everything i do here.” he heard you say. “and do things i tell you to.”

“what?” his eyebrows snapped, and for you it was quite entertaining to see this reaction from him. following the trail of your footsteps, jaehyun stomped on wet soil as he stood before you. “hey you can’t just order me around like i’m your staff!”

“of course i can, you’re in my property-” you gestured the land.

“no, it belongs to your parents.” the tone of his voice irked you. he was grinning too.

“i can do whatever i want and choose whenever to help. i’ll only listen orders from mr. and mrs. y/l/n if they want me to do work..” he trailed off, your mother waving at him with admiration— typical as she saw him like an long lost son. “..but i guess not. my mom did say i needed a break from studying too much and she’s totally right. i must be pardoned from labour.”

it was your turn to cross arms and give him a lop-sided smile. the audacity of this man. you felt like ripping all your hair out. “you think staying here would prevent you from doing labour, your highness? sitting on your throne all dignified and at peace? well guess what, just because you’re a guest that doesn’t mean you get to be treated differently-”

you heard him bubble out a forced snicker. what was it this time? “of course it’s different! i am the guy you’re betrothed to-”

“i won’t allow it.” your jaw tightened with lips in a hard line. “a person like you is not worth my time and definitely not someone i’d want to marry.”

he pursed his lips. “wow do people ever tell you how bad of a host you are? you just don’t go shoving assumptions into people’s faces for your own entertainment. we’re humans.”

“i’m only rude to you. and yeah, people are humans. but you’re the devil’s incarnate.” you pulled jet’s reins and led him to the stables in which jaehyun observed how you gave that same smirk from earlier. “see if you’ll enjoy your stay here, hubby.” 

jaehyun clenched his fists and was sure little crescent moons already indented his palms. he only wanted sue to call him that. yet that was useless, they broke up. your face remained in his head and anger filled him up, now boiling so much that he felt a little lightheaded arguing with someone like you. 

he wanted to yell but johnny and mark sandwiched him between them with hendery walking in front. “tsk it’s only the first day and i want to go home.” he scrunched his nose. 

hendery had his palms behind his head, lips jutting to hold his grin. “m’lady—” he corrected himself. “y/n’s not usually like that. it’s a first seeing her so cranky and hotheaded.”

“really? how is she usually like?” mark asked with curiosity. “she seems cool because she smiled at johnny and me before the tables.. y’know, turned.” he shrugged with implications towards jaehyun.

“not cranky and not hotheaded.” hendery opened the door to your house, showing them to the large living area. “a lil’ different today but i tell you, our y/n is a professional equestrian. she’s passionate with what she does and—”

“a horse rider?! passionate?!” jaehyun hissed as he took off his shoes and brown coat, kicking it slightly to the side and hung it on the wall respectively. “she almost killed me!”

johnny hit the back of jaehyun’s head and clicked his tongue. “snap out of it jae, you’re overreacting. we’re at your future in-law’s residence and i think it’s a bad idea to badmouth their daughter.” 

only a low groan escaped out of jaehyun as he refused to listen. “look, first impressions don’t always hit off a good start. but thinking how you both don’t have a say to this arranged marriage, your feelings towards each other are totally understandable.”

jaehyun pressed the bridge of his nose as he took in his friend’s words. if what johnny said was true, was it right for him to begin holding grudge on you on the first day? you barely knew each other. clearly he knew you hated him, yet if his parents were here and saw the whole thing, they’d ask: why risk the chance of not trying? and again, he remembered he was told, people can change. 

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throughout dinner, he got to know what your family business was and why it was well-known. he didn’t ask questions, they were just told to him like they were comfortable with it. they weren’t bragging either. perhaps it was due to the fact jaehyun would soon be part of this family that they told him the entire story. 

you didn’t show up during the hour and honestly it got jaehyun feeling so much relief since he wouldn’t have to deal with another useless argument. he disliked wasting time and preferred to do this schedule accordingly, so remembering it only made him rage inside. he was glad he wouldn’t have to deal with you tonight. 

except that relief was shortlived. you had to appear right when he thought of you.

great.

he tried to fix himself in his seat on the sofa by the fireplace, averting his gaze upon you while your mother continuously slapped you light on the arms. you probably finished your bath, given that you still have a towel wrapped around your head and a.. robe.

“y/n! have some courtesy! we have guests!” your mother warned as she gestured in front to cover you, apologising to the new boys. hendery immediately stepped in as well, his eyes shutting to a close and pushing you back to the bottom of the staircase. 

“but mom! i’m hungry and there might not have any cookies left if you keep giving it to them-” you were cut off with hendery’s pats.

he brushed his hair. sighing, he had to shoo you away because you were clearly attracting eyes, definitely not the decent kind. “i have a jar prepared for you m’lady so please.. get dressed!”

you quickly ran up as you were told, mumbling and complaining. jaehyun and his friends were definitely at a loss for words. because not only were you careless, you were oblivious too. 

mark scrunched his nose to start a conversation with jaehyun. “looks like she called you ‘hubby’ too quickly.” he closed his lips to contain his laugh. 

“pfft jae your ears really are honest huh?” johnny pointed at them as he held his chest, fistbumping mark for another win. 

he wasn’t going to tell them that he in fact did find you pretty, and the thing was, he shouldn’t be giving a reaction too soon. “it’s the spicy chocolate cookie!” jaehyun defended.

“huh, i didn’t bake any cookie with those flavour-” hendery pondered, but he stopped since he spotted jaehyun begging to help him here.

“you know that we know if you’re lying right?” the two squinted eyes, putting more pressure to the boy to admit what he felt when he saw you earlier. “bet ya felt something.”

afraid that your family could hear them, jaehyun grabbed their shoulders to huddle them in close. he cleared his throat to catch their attention, yet his friends continued their giggles. “i swear if you both embarrass me in front of the y/f/n’s, consider the days with your precious.. phones.”

“ah c’mon dude. don’t do that. we bought our i12’s together-” mark whined.

“then at least help me out here guys. i have a reputation to hold-” 

“oh for being her hubby?” johnny gave a playful grin and soon was replaced with a nervous smile. “okay i’ll zip it.”

he heard your mother facetiming his mom, voices loud enough for him to know that there would be a huge gathering at christmas eve dinner. great, another one i have to deal with.

jaehyun put down his beanie and crossed his arms to snooze for a bit. he had too much going on in his head the whole day that maybe sleeping it off would let him calm down from all feelings he felt tonight. on the sofa, the weight beside him lowered, the scent of freshly baked cookies along with lavender perfume got him peeking under his beanie. 

it was you, who looked like a squirrel happily munching away with your jar of cookies whilst eyes glued to the television.

he smiled a little to himself. so you can have this cute side-

fragments of sue’s face appeared in his mind. right. he was supposed to be heartbroken. he still was. a week into the breakup had remains to his heart. bothered with sue’s ultimatum and your annoying munches, he grabbed your wrists and out at the veranda.

it pissed him because it seemed like he was the only one who cared about both of your futures or actually would do something to change your families’ minds, where as you were carefree with your cookies. “hey!” you held the jar tight in your arms as you quickly slid your feet into your slippers. “rude! i’m eating!”

the rest of the people in the dining and kitchen area grew voices of woohoo’s, jaehyun’s pupils flared at their cheers. “just come with me for a second!” he hissed, turning the knob and closing the door.

“seriously jaehyun you can’t just ruin my happy time! what do you want-”

he looked in between the curtains from the outside, where he could faintly hear his friends talking the embarrassing things about him— especially how he felt for this arrange marriage. “aren’t you pressured or angry at the situation our parents have put us into?” he leaned against a column. “even my friends are joining the wagon.”

you cackled whilst scrolling your phone. “here i thought you only cared about animals, dr. jeong.” hearing how jaehyun scoffed at your comment, you shoved your device in your pockets. “and yes of course i’m mad! what they decided is so against my will.”

jaehyun stared at you and surprised that he actually felt exactly the same. “really? then let’s make a pact. sounds good?” he offered with arms folded while you still were occupied with your phone. “well?”

“why would i listen to you? as far as i know, we already clashed and hate each other.” you rolled your eyes. “what makes you think i’ll agree?”

he sighed. “y/n, i know you don’t want this, i don’t too. at least there’s something we have in common. i’m just thinking that we have to show them we’re not meant to be together. we both have lives we want to live without the other.”

there was a change in his voice. you could tell he was serious and trying to suggest something he’d want you to agree on. “fine, what’s the pact?” you gave an uninterested tone. probably a bad idea, you thought.

“like you said, ‘clash and hate each other’. we have exactly twenty four days to convince them that you, me, us?” he pointed at his chest then yours. “is impossible. twenty four days, it’s until the night of christmas eve.”

actually that’s not bad at all. “hm, that’s easy since i can’t stand you.” you said, now standing up to face him. “even better if we can do this in less than 24.”

“cool, we have to make our fights as natural as possible. no signals or heads-up. full-on make me angry and i’ll do the same. the more we argue the more they’ll believe there’ll never be an ‘us’.” his voice a bit lively than before. “i want my buds to be fooled into this too. just be realistic and- nghf!”

you shoved a huge cookie into his mouth. “tsk, you’re noisy. i get you so shut up. i agreed with the pact, but i have conditions, okay?”

jaehyun nodded as he chewed angrily with his eyes closed, though the cookies’ taste might’ve simmered down his temper towards you. “ha, then i have conditions too-”

“see you in the morning.” he heard you say as the door slammed with the attached bell ringing his ears. 

now that was one of his conditions; no interrupting while he talks. he sighed seeing you head up the stairs. he sighed. “ugh, i can never marry a girl like her.”

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stretching as high as you can, the muscles loosened in every part of your body from riding yesterday. the sun shone its brightest despite the cold weather. you remembered the pact and you knew you would not let a day pass without bothering him. somehow his existence annoyed you to the bone, not even words were enough to explain how you felt. 

at the farthest point your peripheral could reach, you spotted jaehyun peacefully— and actually enjoying— the hammock whilst faintly you heard mark and johnny debating which pronunciation was the correct one. fixing your boots as you walked towards them, the two scurried off to the side, noticing the stomps of your feet getting closer. 

“get up.” you wriggled the hammock, causing it to be lop-sided. 

jaehyun managed to balance himself from the swings. “what the-” his voice hitched. “you’re ruining my relax time!”

you pretended to ponder as you looked up to the sky. “hm, sounds awfully familiar, doesn’t it?” referring to his sudden action towards you the night prior.

“seriously y/n what do you want? i’m in no mood to do work today and i clearly told you last night-” jaehyun fixed his eyes onto your finger that silenced his lips.

jaehyun raised a brow and rolled his eyes. what was your deal? he thought. “condition number one.” you started, bringing your voice down. “starting today you’ll do the work for me and with me. considering you’re taking veterinary science, i’m guessing you know your ways through equine husbandry. so in the coming days you can check the horses’ health while i practice my rounds.”

ah, so that’s what this was about. “uh-huh, but my condition number one is you shouldn’t make me do labour unless you really need it.” jaehyun got off the hammock, chugging his glass of water like it’s one-shot. “it’s the first light, y/n. my service starts in the afternoon.”

“i see. you’re not a morning person.” you checked your nails.

“i so am! but it’s my month long vacation. let me enjoy this before i experience exploitation from you.” he forced a smile that made you want to push him off the veranda.

you walked down the steps and straight to the barn opposite from your house. “it’s either exploitation today or exploitation for the whole month.” you singsonged while you twirled in your stance. hearing him growl meant your tactic worked. “i’ll let you experience the beauty of country side, city boy.”

jaehyun’s brows narrowed as he followed you anyway, later looking back at his friends who were stifling a laugh. “did you just compare me to feces first thing in the morning?”

“did you just boggle up my brain with scientific terms?” you hid a giggle when you heard his friends finally bursting out and losing it. because they too, experienced jaehyun’s sudden blabber of uncommon usage of words, especially conversational-wise. “i made a pun but it seems like you acknowledge the nickname.”

“i did not!” jaehyun pressed his temples. “i may have misheard you but i didn’t acknowledge it! you’re too assuming!”

“mhm sure.. but you are stepping on one though.” you whistled and gestured mark and johnny to the stables.

jaehyun grumbled as he checked the soles of his shoes. indeed he stepped on it and licked his lips in annoyance that it’d be hard to clean it off. the door opened and hendery’s morning face only turned sour at the unsightly view. he tossed another pair of spare boots for him to wear before they both headed to where you all were. 

hendery introduced the things they do here; feed the horses, fix their saddles  repair them if damaged. they were minor things since your family did hire people to do them. and since you and him were professionals in equine sports, he mentioned you both spend all days practicing. 

good, if it was you who toured him around the area, he wouldn’t think lasting a day with your intentions of ruining his mood. though it was part of the pact, it seemed like you enjoyed this a lot more than he expected. hendery brought him to places your family owned, land properties that expanded until the mountains. it’s no wonder you were free to roam around and unafraid of getting lost. 

you made him do a lot. and he was glad he was able to handle, thank heavens. however he didn’t feel much of a challenge from any of them, where you claimed they were ones he couldn’t do. jaehyun lost track of time, the sky was his only companion to tell the hours and probably lost count of the tasks too. all he could remember was the endless bickering, yells and frequent eye rolls. 

in all those, he still let you off the hook— first day of work and all, he has to be patient. and he wasn’t bothered with what you tasked him to do, until his friends stood behind you as you showed them the rest of the horses. 

after you told him to move the bundles of hay he thought was the last, you were currently trying to make mark pet the horses as they were bobbing their heads towards the young man while johnny recorded his reaction. 

“isn’t she all well now.” jaehyun rolled his eyes as he helped hendery lift the infinite bundles. “my friends get the leisure and i have to work?”

hendery laughed as he unbuttoned his collar. “she was told by her mom that you’ll be in her care since you both will get married eventually. plus mrs. y/f/n said it’s a way to get to know y/n too.” he explained, seeing you walk towards them with a hay cart, hands signalling your childhood friend to get some bundles from you. the final bundles were finally fed to the horses, and you skipped your feet to fetch jaehyun.

jaehyun knew you had intentions to make fun of him because the way you walked really pissed him off. so he decided to have his fun too. ”are you that weak you’re unable to carry a small patch? guess my hourly pay needs an increase.” he low-key flexed his muscles. truthfully speaking it was a sight to look at, too bad his attitude didn’t match it.

you rested on one leg while you look at him. he was testing the waters with you, smile slowly resurfacing as you gave even the slightest reaction towards him. oh it’s on. he annoyed you yesterday and would be a lot more in the next coming days. jaehyun leaned forwards that he was towering over you. his body made you feel small but that didn’t stop you from getting back at him.

“the only thing increasing for you is workload.” you hummed, putting back the cart into its place.

he glared at you as if you were dead meat. you ignored him. “i’ve had enough for today. muscles are sore.” hands in his pockets, jaehyun kicked the remains of hay off his shoes before he was stopped by you. “ugh you’re so annoying.” he clicked his tongue. 

“nope, you’re not done until i am. we have to find materials for christmas wreaths at my grandpa’s up north.” you pointed at the mountains as you took hendery’s hands and soon mounted on jet with him.

“oh and i’m supposed to walk there while you’re so relaxed miss bossy?” jaehyun shook his head in disbelief looking at the distance.

“uh yes?” you laughed to yourself. “i don’t think you’ve ever ridden a horse before, but if ever you did, it’s probably at a carnival.”

sudden outbursts of emotions evident on his face now. “was i born under a rock? of course i’ve ridden!” he took the reins given to him by hendery. “and it’s not a carousel!”

for a while he had a certain confidence, his soles stepping on the stirrup and dimples deepening with the strength he gave to put his right leg over. but once that was done and high up off the ground, his heart beat an army per second. cash, hendery’s horse gave loud neigh. jaehyun had done this before as a child and definitely felt like one now. he should be able to handle a 30-minute journey.

jaehyun heard you giggling, perhaps he knew how hideous he looked. despite hendery seated behind you, you led the way for the most part of the ride. you were surprised to see jaehyun have gotten the hang of it. it pissed you a lot because he was vlogging with his phone— sputtering out words to keep the diss battle going. johnny and mark hopped on the available bikes, cycling on your sides, and their laughter rather calmed you than annoy you. 

it pissed you a lot more because you’ve practically ran out of ideas to tell him in return. keeping quiet wasn’t your forte, you were a young woman with plenty of things to say, even more so to jaehyun. going through the woods, you signalled hendery to halt the horse for you and the rest of the boys followed you to gather the materials needed. 

“this shouldn’t be too long to take.” jaehyun looked at the trees towering meters above him, then straight to you who was shaking head in disbelief. “we’re just taking the materials at your grandfather’s and head back, right?”

“did i mention my granddad?” you balanced yourself on large wood log. the tone of your voice started to warm up with bickers you weren’t able to tell him. 

“you did!” jaehyun anticipated this and somehow he didn’t. “now lead the way to his place and we can get the hell out of here.” his eyes grew squints of disgust at his surroundings, as if he hadn’t been into the forest before. his friends went on ahead with hendery around the woods to look for what’s needed.

“nah, we’re picking acorns, pine cones, berries and other leaves by hand. his cottage is just around here but that doesn’t mean the materials are from him. let’s go, whiney.” 

“oh my g-” jaehyun pulled you on the arm and off you went towards him. “y/n i’ve had enough for today and i’m so tired of taking your orders- i’m physically tired of doing things your way and i can’t think straight-”

“pecans?” you said as his eyes crossed to see your palms full of the shelled nuts. “you’re hungry, aren’t you? that’s why you’re so cranky and agitate-y.” placing one but onto a flat rock, you smashed it strong enough for it to crack yet not totally destroying the inside. you popped one into your mouth and gave the most taunting grin jaehyun has seen from you all day. 

he was about to grab the rest of the nuts until you swung your arm that he wasn’t able to reach them. “y/n! give me some!” he yelled and the rest of your friends look at you both after hearing you laugh in the most evil manner.

“never!” you scurried off deeper into the woods. jaehyun rolled his eyes not at how fast you were, but due to how slow he actually was because of the amount of disgust he had.

he knew this would take all day and he didn’t know how long his patience can take for another three weeks with you.

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jaehyun couldn’t describe in words with what he experienced since arriving. if he had to compare with school, it was similar to studying and cramming for hours non-stop. it gotten him mentally exhausted, physically too. but the only difference between being cooping up in his room and doing work outdoors was the continuous nagging from you. 

it was far from quiet. he could handle his mom’s high pitched yells. but you? anything that came from you or done by you made him want to plaster a duck tape on your lips. you were as annoying as a five year old child who looked for someone vulnerable to bully. unfortunately he became your prey because he was in your lands. and though there were times he was able to banter back, he always felt you still had the upper hand.

it was all sunny and good days out in the countryside and jaehyun found that fact the only bright side. he enjoyed it every single morning. yet sometimes good sunny mornings meets its bad, that is, when grey clouds destroyed the beauty of the sky. in this case, it was you. you were far from his dream girl— sue. she was elegant, poised and had a heart of gold. you were the complete opposite who’d rather be rogue and do things your way. other than completing ten christmas wreaths and feeding the horses or more farm work, he couldn’t remember what he did for the past eight days because all that entered his mind was the dictator you. 

but today he felt different, maybe things wouldn’t be as hard than last week. he felt good. he sat at the long dining table with all morning faces exposed. it was currently 7 a.m and your mom have already prepared breakfast. and per usual, you were the only one they waited for before they start the first meal. 

“marg, is your sister still asleep?” your mother put down a large casserole to warm up everyone’s stomach in winter. 

marg only shrugged because for one, she didn’t care, and two, she stated that it wouldn’t be her doing this since jaehyun was marrying you. “oh jaehyun. please do head upstairs to her room and awake y/n up.”

“and why do i have to do this?” jaehyun mumbled to himself and johnny nudged him on the arm. he groaned and got up, his stomps were heavy and unwilling. 

once he was in front of your door, he knocked twice loudly so he wouldn’t have to spend so much time to get you. there was a small tune playing in your room, like it was from a music box. the door was already opened. he peeped through the thin gap, seeing you still sleeping soundly. goodness’ sake, he thought, and entered the room since your mother was asking if he woken you up. 

your room was in fact, neat. all things were organised and arranged. if there was one thing he learned from you other than being an ass, was that you loved stuffed animals. not a hint of dolls or barbies or any toy displayed related to that spectrum. two lines of medals displayed and they all shone in gold. plaques had your names and young portraits of you with smiles of victory. hendery wasn’t lying when he said you were a professional. he wasn’t going to lie— you were impressive despite the little horns coming out of your head.

he stood next to your bed where you were all bundled in a huge blanket. he raised a brow, it was strange for you to have two thick blankets covering you. “hey y/n.”

no response. 

“y/n. wake up, your mom is calling for breakfast and you’re usually the first one seated at the table.” he wriggled your body with the butt of the umbrella and you didn’t budge.

“she baked croissants and aren’t they your favourite? dipped in chocolate ganache and sprinkles?” he tried sounding happy. note that, he tried.

this girl.. he bit the insides of his lips, spotting the markers in a cylinder container and took one to begin drawing on your face. his soft giggles filled your room and the strong scent of markers met your nostrils, waking you from your slumber. 

“what the he- jaehyun?!” you hissed at how close his face was to yours, failed to realising he was done drawing on your morning skin. “get away from me!”

everyone downstairs could hear the both of you, arguing like cats and dogs. each footstep might’ve covered the entire floor above them and the ceiling could give in. 

“you ruined my morning with your ugly face!” “what?! you’re more ugly, ugly!” “you entered my room?! you have no rights!” “breakfast’s ready and your mom asked me to!” “well my nose could’ve smelled mom’s food but i smelled your stinky breath instead!”

“whatever, i finished your share of croissants!” jaehyun quickly head down the staircase.

“you dare eat my food?!” you still had a blanket from head to toe as you followed him down. “no one takes my food!”

“your loss since you’re still in bed you lazy ass!” jaehyun sat beside johnny and continued his meal. “and you were snoring loud too-”

“i did not- agh!” you grumpily sat and immediately eyed the last croissant sitting at the center of the table. all eyes were on you with black ink scribbled on your face. 

there was an awkward silence then you felt jaehyun’s stare at the only food you wanted for breakfast. there was a back and forth battle of stares between you, him and the food. maybe it was the slow reflexes you have in mornings that jaehyun took the bread before you did. he stuck out a tongue as he deliciously ate half of it, chewing slowly just to let you imagine the flavours of sweet silky chocolate. you could feel yourself drooling and the cravings of your stomach rising up to your throat. every chew he did was a stab to your guilty-pleasure heart. 

jaehyun stopped and gave a smug grin. “you wanted this y/n?” his question sounding a song rather than an honest one. “all you have to do is beg.”

you gulped, rolling your eyes. “shut up!” you kicked his knee out of jealousy and savoured the soup instead. 

“ow!” he hissed through a laugh and looked at your mom. “mrs. y/f/n, i’d like to know the recipe for this. do you give lessons?” jaehyun licked the remains of chocolate around his lips, hopefully it was enough to cover up the violence you did under the table.

your mother giggled at his sweet talk. “why learn it from me when you have y/n to teach you?”

you choked on your soup and tear your gaze away from jaehyun to your mother, where she was already enjoying your shocked reaction. “oh give me a private lesson, bulldog terrier.” he propped his chin and mimicked clicks as if he was calling animal.

you quickly touched and rubbed your face to see the ink contaminate your fingers. the spoon reflected the dark circle around your right eye. “oh my g- you! this will be hard to remove!” the fork around your hand pointed directly at him. 

“y/n!” hendery put down your wrists as jaehyun laughed loud. you took the wet wipes marg gave you and whined a little whilst you stood by the mirror behind jaehyun.

“don’t be so bummed out honey.” your mom assured, giving a wink to jaehyun. “it’s a small prank. marg did it to you before.”

checking yourself for the last time at the mirror, you rolled your eyes. “i have enough patience for marg,” with one hand you cupped jaehyun’s lower face from the chin spreading to the cheeks, soon pinching hard on his dimples with a pointer finger and thumb. “but none for the human bread.”

“ow don’t touch me!” jaehyun swifted his head to look at you and he saw you flashed a smile like you were satisfied. 

“a human bread with molds. ew, i lost appetite so i’ll be out for a ride.” you stood up to grab your coat. “see ya ugly.”

“remember to you have to clean the barn house y/n!” your mom called out.

“yeah got that!”

johnny and mark bent their heads down and let their friends suffer from multiple dots on his faces. what made it funnier was that jaehyun munched happily on his meal, hadn’t gotten a single clue. he then eyed you when you passed the window and straight to the stables. “isn’t it too early for practice?” he drank his cup of hot chocolate. 

“she can ride all day. sometimes she doesn’t arrive home and the next morning you see her sleeping in the barn house.” marg tied her hair into a high bun. “the amount of dedication is there, except the passion she used to have isn’t really there anymore- hey!” she glared at hendery who gave her a warning look. 

what was that all about? jaehyun thought while his eyebrows met together and good thing it wasn’t obvious to your family. he was indeed curious, but he’d rather hear it from you than to look like a jerk who wanted to gossip about personal lives. the thing was, it’s you. though majority of the week was him suffering with workload, he liked to bicker with you until you gave up and had nothing to say. 

so far he recorded as 5-11 in terms of owning the other. the latter was his score and he was proud of it.

hendery’s phone vibrated and slid it to jaehyun’s place. jaehyun blinked to adjust his sight to the brightness of the phone. a sigh came out of his lips and the rest of them could tell it was another order from you. “ooh that doesn’t sound good.” mark slurped his soup. 

“it’s not.” jaehyun brushed his hair and hesitation slowly crept his body. “she asked me to clean the upper floor of the barn by the time she arrives.”

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jaehyun massaged his wrists by twisting them. he looked at the barn house’ entrance because he noticed a figure approaching. you’ve had the best morning after jaehyun ruined it. as you rode, nothing beats the freshness of the cool wind. you love riding through the woods and grasslands. it sets you free from everything keeping you caged. your smile began to falter when you saw jaehyun who was not even halfway close to finishing. “you’re late. your mom had to apologise on your behalf because i’m doing the job for you.”

“ooh thanks! i’ll count on it!” you laid comfortably on a chair.

“hey!”

you leaned against the furniture, arms crossed where he was a floor above and standing at your 2 o’clock view. “dr. jeong it looks like you’re having a hard time. need help?” you stifled a laugh because he still has the ink marks you left on his face.

“on with the assumptions again, aren’t we?” he fixed his gloves and moved wooden planks from one place to another. 

“yeah you make yourself too easy of a target, jaehyun. and i thought you’re the type to not take things seriously.” you tied jet’s reins to a pole.

“you’re forgetting my condition number two, you can only badmouth me if the others are around. now get your flat butt up here and move the tool box aside so i can continue what i’m doing.” he grunted whilst lifting. 

dusting your pants, you were now standing a storey high. the sight of the height below you made you sick. jaehyun nudged your arm and you took the items blocking his way. you sighed and he noticed how fidgety you were. he put up a small smile. his entertainment from you didn’t end at the breakfast table. 

he scooted closer to you, pretending to bump into you with the pile of tall wooden planks in his arms. he heard you hiss, and that was the signal to begin. “oops didn’t see you there shorty.” there was a change in his voice, a more aggressive type of approach. 

“you’re doing that on purpose.” you checked the pained area of your forearm.

“what if i’m not? it could be an honest mistake.” he tilted his head away from the wood to see you.

a held-in soft disbelief laugh came out of your lips. “honesty doesn’t really blend in well with you.” 

jaehyun gasped with arched brows. “wow i’m very offended— you think this face..” he largely gestured himself. “would ever lie?”

“if you want to hear me saying you’re handsome.. it’s not happening.“ you took the rope to hang on a nail. 

“but you did say it.” he singsonged and you could push him off the loft but that could only happen in your head. 

“then that’s an honest mistake.” you flashed a forced smile at him. you carried the boxes stacked upon one another. “if you have a huge ego like that i bet you never dated. no girl would ever date you.” 

jaehyun fell silent, his mood to bash you suddenly changed. the shifts in his steps became heavier and as if he was putting his anger upon them. he didn’t like being reminded of sue, even if you unconsciously did so. “can’t you just keep quiet as you work? do you always have something to say? keep your damn mouth shut if you think all the fun you get is from belittling people.”

“okay sheesh sorry i didn’t know you have a heart for people too.” you removed your helmet to relieve the discomfort from it. 

as time passed— two hours to be exact, the more your guilt begin to seep in you. jaehyun never spoke after that. silence was like death at this point. not a hint of sniffs and sighs from him. did you go too far that he actually chose not to talk anymore? all you thought about was the pact he suggested. what now? anyone could appear any moment. 

this wasn’t like you at all. you hesitated to talk to him and to give the first move to bicker. you stood there staring at him piling boxes after boxes and sweeping the floor where dust accumulated like piles of sand. you bit your lips because screw this, you hated this atmosphere, you hated this silent treatment. “j-jaehyun?” you called out.

nothing. 

“hey-”

“hm? guilt eating you up now?” you froze at his voice as he chuckled. “it has, hasn’t it? look at your face!” he was laughing, his hands holding his ballooning stomach. “y/n you should’ve seen yourself!”

your gaze followed his hands that quickly took his phone placed at one corner. he was recording and your obliviousness blinded you. “oh you have no idea how much i wanted to laugh! my cheeks hurt so bad! hahaha!”

“you’re not using that to blackmail me!” you strided towards him.

he put his arm high as you struggled to reach it. “i might as well do that thanks for the idea!” faintly you heard his friends coming to check as to why their friend had the laughter of the century, only to find you both bickering again like this morning.

“delete that video jaehyun! i mean it!” “not until you agree to clean the loft!” “that’s like telling me to do everything!” “then that’s exactly what i’m telling you to do!”

johnny put up his phone to recording the struggling you and jaehyun enjoying his time to take advantage of his height. “dude i’ve never seen jaehyun this happy since sue broke up with him.”

“yeah his dimples are legit showing it’s scary me.” mark squinted at the two of you.

jaehyun swung his arms to avoid your attempted catches. he scrunched his nose and although that was undeniably cute, you couldn’t afford to feel humiliated for another two weeks. “jaehyun please delete it!”

“it’s not convincing enough you know?” “stop joking around we could fall!” you hissed. “fall?! then stop trying to get my phone!” “then put down your ridiculously long arm!” “yours are just too short!” “i swear— delete the footage!”

“you have to sound like you beg for it—” he cackled and with a few stretches you managed to reach his wrists as you lunged forwards. “oi stop!” that one last reach only made jaehyun lose his balance and fell backwards. 

and all you heard were yells of worry.

to say that you both gladly fell on soft pillows of hay was an understatement. at least that what it looked like to your friends. jaehyun was shocked, his arm felt numb. he took a good look at you and there you were laying on his arm with pale lips. “hey, you okay?” his hands were already out to help you. “y/n—”

“m’lady!” hendery rushed to you, causing jaehyun to flinch at the tone of his voice. he gently took your right arm, but you gritted your teeth and asked him to take the left. “painful?”

“not that serious.” you said, feeling the stares from jaehyun. “ew don’t look at me like that. i’m fine, really. let’s just call it a day.” you gave a small smile and he wasn’t buying it.

because jaehyun saw you clung onto hendery for dear life. 

[animefanwrites]

brother’s best friend [F] | pt. 2

b. chan x reader | brother’s best friend au

synopsis: “what happens when your brother invites over his (hot) best friend but forgets to even inform you about it? And what happens when you walk out of your bedroom and see him in your house with no sign of your brother in sight?”

word count: 2k

genre: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com

warning: fluff, language, tiny bit of angst

a/n: here’s chapter 2! Hope you like it as much as you liked the previous one! Thank you!

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 +

status: on-going series

The fresh smell of bacon was the first thing that you got welcomed with when you walked into the kitchen. Pushing your hair away from your face and dragging your feet towards the door, you could see a muscular back cooking. You shook your head and sighed, walking towards Chan who had woken up earlier than everyone to prepare breakfast.

“You shouldn’t have, you’re a guest here,” you said while smiling up at him. He turned to face you with a sweet smile and a cute laugh escaped his lips. That smile could make every evil in the world disappear.

“I know, but since I stayed over, I thought I should treat you with some breakfast. I’m aware Jisung can’t even make a sandwich.” Chan shrugged his shoulders and flipped the bacon in the pan. That was no lie, none of you could cook and you were partially glad that Chan decided to make breakfast.

“Well... does that mean that our guest will stay over for lunch so we can treat him with our skilful recommendations of Take-Out?” you smiled and Chan laughed again, making your heart miss a beat and a tingle to run through your body.

“Of course, I could never say no to you,” he said and placed the first set of bacon and eggs in a plate, handing it to you. “A pretty plate for a pretty girl,” as you looked down at the plate, you realised that the food was placed in such way that it resembled a heart. You blushed and waved your hand, going over to the table.

“You know, Jisung never told me about you,” you started while looking down at the bacon heart, smiling like an idiot — even though it didn’t mean anything in particular.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, almost everyone has come over but you. Seungmin hasn’t been here either,” you told him, wondering why Jisung was keeping such a handsome and nice guy away from you. All his friends were indeed nice and handsome as well, but Chan was a whole new level.

“I’m always quite busy with music and all so I guess there isn’t much to tell about me,” he chuckled and placed two more plates on the table. He sat across from you, slowly eating while drinking some water along.

It didn’t take long for Jisung to wake up as well and come running to eat. He sat between the two of you, watching carefully and glaring at you whenever you lifted your head from your plate to look at his handsome friend. There was no doubt he was suspecting something.

“I’ll get going now,” you exclaimed, seeing a surprised Jisung and Chan’s little frown with his shiny eyes. “I have some stuff to do, I’ll be back before lunch,” you added and hurried away to go get changed. You fixed your hair and put on your favourite comfortable outfit. Taking your phone as well, you waved at the guys and walked out, taking a deep breath and smiling to yourself, cheeks hinted with a scarlet shade.

Did he really look upset that you were leaving?

No, that’s not the priority now! You shook your head and headed straight for the library, where you knew you’d find the person you were looking for. Someone who could help you no matter what.

“I need your help,”

“Are you planning on murdering Jisung?”

“Not yet—”

“Then I’m not interested,”

“Minho!” You groaned, whispering slightly but still sounding desperate as you glared at the man on the other side of the library reception. He looked up at you from behind his large glasses and sighed, placing his phone down but not before staring at his wallpaper with his cats for a little.

“Fine, what do you need this time,” he answered, resting his elbows on the wooden surface while looking at you, obviously bored and maybe even a little annoyed at your presence.

“Look, I just want some help to get with someone behind Jisung’s back,” you said, playing with your fingers and noticing Minho’s suddenly interested look. He raised his eyebrows so you could continue and you looked around before leaning closer. “Chan,”

“I KNEW IT!” A plethora of hushing followed and Minho rolled his eyes before going back to you. “Hyunjin owes me money. We made a bet that you’d definitely ask about Chan the second you meet him,” he smirked proudly while taking his phone in his hand.

“Bet— that’s not the point, no one has to know!” you said while taking his phone away. “If you tell Hyunjin, he’ll definitely tell Seungmin and Seungmin will for sure tell Jeongin who will tell Changbin and then Changbin will tell Jisung! And worse; Jisung will tell Chan,” you ranted, watching as Minho became more and more confused with every passing second.

“That’s true...” he admitted and sighed, taking off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.”Fine, I guess my money can wait, or you’ll give it to me,” Minho’s look seemed threatening so you handed him some money that seemed to satisfy him.

“Great can you just help me now? You know I’m not good with this stuff,” you sighed and looked around again, feeling like someone was spying on you from afar. “Tell me everything I need to know to get to his heart,”

“Be yourself, compliment him, make sure you don’t push yourself to get his heart, he’s a simple guy I’m sure he already likes you,” Minho said while grabbing a random book and writing down the name of the old man and his wife who just returned a book.

“Seriously?” you asked while crossing your arms seeing your friend smile at the couple. “I thought it’d be more difficult...”

“You forget Jisung exists,” Minho said, flicking your forehead. “It will be difficult because if he finds out he’ll kill you both and possibly even me,” he groaned while taking a jelly to place it in his mouth.

You nodded and shrugged slightly before agreeing with him. You chatted a bit more before you saw the time and decided to leave and maybe walk around before returning home. On your way out, you noticed a very familiar car parked outside.

“y/n, hello!” a voice was heard and you turned, grinning immediately as you saw the tall, handsome man approaching you. “You’re going home? Want me to drop you off?”

“That’d be great, thanks Hyunjin,” you replied, following him in his car. “How have you been?” a small talk wouldn’t hurt and you still had time to go home. Hyunjin was a really good friend, so Jisung would be even happy that he dropped you off as well.

“Just the usual, running for photoshoots here, helping Jisung there...” he said and started the engine, glancing at you. “You?”

“Just getting annoyed by Jisung and trying to study,” you chuckled, telling him the truth while sliding on your seatbelt. “Thank you for driving me home, it means a lot,” you smiled to him looking outside the window seeing all the way you had to walk back — Hyunjin was a life-saviour since your feet were killing you.

“Oh, it’s nothing!” Hyunjin grinned and when you finally reached your house he fully turned to you. “It’s always nice to spend time with you, we should meet again,” he added and you could feel the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Definitely,” you said and opened the door but didn’t leave before giving him a warm smile and closing the door on your way out. You heard the car leave when you twisted the keys to enter, only to see Chan at the door. “CHAN—”

“Easy!” he chuckled and caught your phone that flew out of your hand. “Sorry, I thought it was the take-out,” his smile made you calm down and sigh, inner peace coming right into you.

“I was just not expecting anyone at the door,” you chuckled and walked over to the couch after changing into your slippers. You quickly went to your room to change into something comfortable and walked back out to talk with Chan since Jisung had disappeared yet again.

“Was that Hyunjin’s car?” he suddenly asked when you sat next to him on the couch. “Are you guys...”

“No no!” you immediately said, throwing your hands up and the clearing your throat for a better answer. “I mean— he’s just a friend, we’re not together. Jisung would have already killed him if that was the case anyway,” you awkwardly chuckled in hopes to save your chance.

You saw him nod and smile slightly which made you wonder what he was thinking. Looking down at your hands you bit your lip and opened your mouth to say something before being rudely interrupted by the bell.

“The food!” Chan happily said and sprinted to the door, all excited. You smiled and stood up, going over to prepare the table. You were hungry as well and, hoping that Jisung wouldn’t appear soon, spending lunch with Chan would be a blessing.

Turns out Jisung came home just in time and you had to spend lunch with both of them while your annoying brother purposely kept hiding Chan from your view; either leaning forward, backwards or extending his hand.

“Can you like— stop?” you huffed seeing him reach for the salt just when Chan leaned down to eat his noodles. Jisung rose his eyebrows at you, pretending to be surprised while putting some more salt on his food. At that point, you were sure that it wasn’t edible.

“What do you mean, exactly?” he shrugged and took a bite, only to choke at how salty it was. “I didn’t do anything to annoy you. What, do you want to watch Chan eat? That’s creepy,” Jisung said while making both you and Chan choke on your food.

“I didn’t say that!” you defended yourself.

“Then go back to your food!” Jisung replied while switching his food with Chan’s since he couldn’t eat his own. “Don’t talk when you’re eating,” he added, slurping on the noodles.

You sighed at your brother and got up, placing your food in front of Chan since you were full and there was much left. Without a word, you walked towards your room, letting Jisung enjoy his ‘victory’, but your plans weren’t over. You were going to steal Chan’s heart with your charms and get your revenge — and a handsome boyfriend.

“Can I come in?” You smiled after hearing Chan’s voice behind the door. You answered with a ‘yes’ and soon the door slowly opened and Chan walked in, smiling back at you. He sat on the edge of the bed and you slowly moved next to him. “I’m sorry about Jisung—”

“Woah, he’s my brother, I’m the one who’s supposed to apologise,” you cut him off while raising your hand. He blinked and chuckled slightly, shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, he’s always like that, I’m used to it,”

“Well, I’m glad,” he chuckled and scratched his head, looking quite nervous. “You know, on Saturday nights I usually go to my studio but since Jisung fell right asleep, do you want—”

“Yes!” you answered too quickly, then coughed slightly embarrassed. “I’d love to. I’m not tired and I wanna help! Sounds fun...” you replied with a small smile, seeing a grin spread across his lips and his cheeks to become a rosy shade.

“Great! I’ll go get the car ready,” Chan got up and smiled at you one last time before getting out of the room. You squealed in slight excitement while quickly jumping out of bed and putting on something more appropriate. You walked out and saw Chan starting the engine while fixing his hair in the mirror.

“So, where exactly is that studio?” you questioned, closing the car’s door and putting on a seatbelt. You watched him copy your actions and he soon smiled, placing a finger on his lips.

“Secret,” he replied, gripping on the wheel while driving away from your house, leaving Jisung behind to sleep. It was obvious that it was going to be something between you two, maybe even considered a date.

Spending some alone time on a Saturday night wasn’t on your schedule, but it seemed a lot better than watching cat videos and sending them to Minho. Speaking of who, you needed to tell him everything that happened, hoping that he hasn’t told anyone already.

[roberttchase]

A tiny 2k fic based on @farfarawaygirl‘s post talking about wanting Matt to hallucinate/dream a future with Sylvie in the upcoming episode. Enjoy my friends! 

“Do we really need to get up?” Sylvie’s voice is soft and sleepy, and it makes Matt’s stomach flip, makes him feel warm and safe. Stretching a little, only to bring his girlfriend closer, the firefighter nods, burying his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in slowly. “Can’t we just...not show up?” 

A fond noise rises up from his throat, and the Captain laughs a little, bringing the covers up tighter around them. It’s cold and rainy outside, clouds hanging low, the sky dark. The perfect day for staying inside and not going to shift. 

“As much as I want to, you know Boden wouldn’t be happy. His PIC and his Captain not showing up? The house would burn to the ground,” he jokes. “Okay maybe not literally, since we’re all firefighters, but…” he trails off, nose scrunching up at his lame joke. Sylvie presses a kiss to his lips, slow and sweet. 

“Sometimes it’s annoying that you’re so responsible and dependable, Matt Casey,” the paramedic huffs. “But I love you for it. Everyone does,” she adds, making Matt blush, never one to accept praise and compliments well. But coming from his girlfriend, it makes him feel warm. 

They get up reluctantly, knowing that their jobs are; whether they want to admit it or not, important and can’t be frivolously pushed to the side. Their routine is seamless, something they’ve been doing for months now- Matt works on smoothies while Sylvie gets ready, then Sylvie feeds their little black cat while he goes to do the same. It’s effortless and makes him smile every time they put it into practice. As he finishes pouring Sylvie’s blueberry smoothie into her usual to go tumbler, his own mango one already sitting on the counter, the woman comes out in a soft sweater, setting her bag down near the door. 

“Otis said he has some big news he wants to share today,” she says as she presses a kiss to Matt’s cheek, taking her smoothie happily.

The words catch him off guard, enough to make him freeze, before remembering that Otis dying was just a nightmare of his. He’d woken up three nights ago sweating and frantic, tears burning behind his eyes as Sylvie had assured him Otis was fine, he was probably up playing fortnight or some other video game even at three am. 

“Oh? Knowing him it’s probably some convention coming to town he wants us all to go to,” the Captain snorts. Making his way back to the bedroom, Matt slips on his favorite henley and dark jeans, attempting to fix his hair that’s growing longer now that it’s cold. After he brushes his teeth and looks himself over, the man grabs his bag and makes his way back to his girlfriend. A sharp pain shoots through his head but it’s gone as quickly as it’s come, and Matt brushes it off. As the lemon wallpaper comes into view; the same as the one from Sylvie’s old apartment, Matt looks at her. 

“Ready?” 

The ride to the firehouse is filled with old N’SYNC and Backstreet Boys, and Matt grins the whole time as Sylvie sings completely engrossed into the music. He’s not sure how he got so lucky to get her to date him. The way she says ‘I love you’ sticks in him every time and makes him feel more confident of himself. Pulling up to the large brick building, the couple gets out with their bags slung on their shoulders, hold hands, and walk in. 

The morning starts even before briefing, alarm blaring out for all companies to help with a large fire at a hotel downtown. As they pull up, Matt notices the smoke billowing up from the top of the building, not black, but it’s on its way to it. Hopping out, Matt looks at his team; Otis, Kidd, Gallo and Mouch, then gives a wry smile. 

“Hope you're awake guys, this one looks big.” 

They meet up with squad, engine and ambo, and Matt goes to find the person in charge- a small woman who looks only slightly panicked, more shell shocked than anything. He hears a few of 51 directing people in and out of the building. 

“We’re going to need blueprints of the hotel. Any idea where the fire is?” 

From there it’s a rescue mission. Get everyone out as quickly as possible. Locate the fire and get it under control. On level thirteen, they run into an issue. 

“Chief, floor thirteen is rolling, we’re going to need backup to get everyone out,” Matt radio’s. “Might need to call in some more ambo relief,” he adds. 

“Copy that Casey. Sending in engine, and calling it in.” 

Two hours of intense heat, getting bodies out, and going through recovery, and finally everyone’s back at the house, already beat from the roughness of the call. 

“What a morning, huh?” Herrmann sighs, rubbing his face as he sits on the couch. Ritter and Gallo are working on breakfast, when Matt looks around and then blinks. 

“Scratch breakfast, I’m too hungry for eggs and bacon. How about we order pizza from Benny’s?” 

Everyone perks up, and Matt’s aware it’s due to the rarity of him suggesting something like this. He’s one to always stick to house made food, not big on ordering things in. It seems like everyone could use the pick me up though. Fishing his wallet out from one of his pockets, the blonde grabs his card and hands it to Gallo. “Order some pizza,” he smiles. 

“You got it Captain.” 

Kidd looks at him with her eyebrows raised. 

“What?” 

“Nothin’ Captain, you just seem in a good mood today is all,” the firefighter shrugs with a smile, making Mouch chuckle. 

“Casey in this good of a mood means something happened.” 

Furrowing his brow, Matt crosses his arm and lets out a huff. “I can’t just want to do something nice? It was a rough call.” 

“Leave him alone guys, he’s happy. Don’t ruin it,” Sylvie walks over from where she’s been sitting with Mackey, putting a hand on his shoulder. Another jolt of pain stabs into his temple, but barely lingers. He squeezes her arm. 

“I’m going to do paperwork, come find me when the pizza’s here?” 

“Copy that.” 

The rest of the day is, for once, blissfully easy, so far. There’s no bad calls for anyone, all mild and fairly quick. The consumption of pizza is interrupted by a small grease fire in a kitchen, but they’re all back within the hour, spirits high. 

“I don’t wanna jinx anything, but today is going pretty well,” Cruz says as he takes a bite of pizza. 

“Cruz! Shut up!” Severide calls out, rolling his eyes. Matt shakes his head. Leave it to Cruz to say it outloud. They all hold their breath, but no alarm sounds. Hallelujah. Sylvie sits next to him as they all enjoy the rest of their pizza, her hand on his knee, under the table and discreet. 

As he works on paperwork in his quarters, the paramedic walks in, sitting on his bunk. “Come sit with me, you can finish paperwork in a minute,” her voice sounds tired, just having gotten back from a run. The tone makes him look over, and he can tell instantly. It was a bad one. Moving as quickly as he can, he sits next to her, one hand cupping her cheek, thumb brushing against her soft skin. His head gives an angry throb. He ignores it. Sylvie’s upset. 

“What happened?” 

“Gunshot wound to the chest...a seven year old,” her voice is thin, wavering as tears start rolling down her cheeks. “I k-kept try to get him to wake up.” He wraps his arms around her tightly, kissing her hair. His head won’t stop throbbing now. He swallows against it. 

“Sylvie...you did all you could. I know you did,” Matt tries to reassure her, though he knows it’s probably not helping much. She looks up at him, heartbreak written all over her face. “He w-wouldnt...he was lying there motionless...I needed him to wake up Matt...I c-can’t…” 

Looking down at the petite blonde, his head feels suddenly like it’s being cracked in two. The pained gasp that leaves his lips is unstoppable, and he screws his eyes shut tightly. He can feel Sylvie shift. His body is rigid, his skull feels like someone’s hit it with a hammer. 

“Matt? What’s going on? Matt…”

He’s falling. Eyes still shut, Matt feels nausea well up inside him. The pain is all consuming. He struggles to open his eyes, and when he does, he’s in a completely different room. He’s disoriented, can’t quite get a hold of what’s real and what’s not. Is he dreaming? The pain in his head is angry and out for vengeance. The room is….is…. Matt’s mind feels like it’s grasping for straws, like words are right out of reach. His eyes move around. He feels hazy and sick. The beeping that’s coming from...somewhere, is hurting his head. His eyes shut. 

Sluggishly, he blinks again, and a man with jet black hair is in front of him. “Matt, are you with me?,” the man asks, dressed in dark red scrubs. There’s a name embroidered on his shirt but it’s fuzzy. A pretty woman with curly hair is standing next to him. Choi, April, his mind supplies. He’s in the hospital. He can’t remember why. Can’t remember anything before then night prior, sitting in Molly’s with Severide. 

Head throbbing, Matt licks his lips, nodding minutely. “Mm...y-yeah…” the word dies out. “Wh-What…” The Captain’s exhausted, and his eyes slip closed again, unable to stay open. 

“Matt, I need you to stay awake, can you open your eyes?” 

He tries, but it’s no use. It hurts. Everything hurts. 

“Matt, can you tell me your full name?” 

Struggling, the blonde opens his eyes again. “Matt...Matt Casey.” 

“Good, good. And can you tell me what hurts?” 

“Head...s’gonna explode…”

“Okay, we’ll get you medicine for that.” Choi turns to April, nodding as she walks out. “And can you tell me what the last thing you remember is?” 

It takes a moment. He remembers Severide, and then...then….a car. A man driving and he was holding on...then...pain. Excruciating pain, ringing in his ears. Getting back to the firehouse, promising he was okay. Sylvie. 

“L-Locker room with Sylvie...I was dizzy.” His words sound slow even to himself. Matt swallows and brings a shaky hand to his face. A painful tug on the back of it notifies him he’s got a line in. 

Choi nods, writing something down. “You’re doing great. We’re going to get you in for a CT scan right away, but the fact you remember somewhat is good. How’s the pain? 1 to 10?” 

“10,” Matt grits out, becoming more and more aware of the sharp pains encompassing his head. April’s at his side seconds later. 

“I’m giving you some morphine, I’m doing it slowly. You should feel it in about ten seconds okay? You’ll feel warm and fuzzy, that’s normal.” He wants to tell her he’s already fuzzy, but instead he nods. Just as she’s said, he does feel almost instantly warm, and then it’s like he’s floating. His mind drifts back to Sylvie. They were dating. They were together. But no, that’s not right. Grainger.

“Is…can...wh-where’s Sylvie..” Matt’s certain she brought him in, she was the last person he can recall seeing. 

“I think she’s out in the waiting area, breaking covid protocol,” April says with a small smile. 

“I’ll get her for you, but only for a few minutes, once we get the CT room we’re taking you,” Choi adds.

They both leave and Matt’s left to his floaty thoughts. He wants to kiss Sylvie again, wants to hold her hand and call her sweetheart. He remembers, now, her telling him he was still in love with Gabby. That’s not true. It hasn’t been for over a year, more than that really. He needs her. He doesn’t want to see her with Grainger, he wants to be the one to let her know how special and loved she is. He loves her. The curtain slides, and Matt sees Sylvie walk in. Her eyes are puffy and red, and he can see wetness clinging to her cheeks telling him she’s been crying. He doesn’t want her to cry. 

“Sylvie.” 

The paramedics face crumples, and as she gets closer she scrubs at her eyes and face. “M-Matt.” It’s choked and distraught, and Matt slowly, lazily holds out the hand closest to her. 

Sitting in the plastic chair, Sylvie brings it as close to the hospital bed as she can and grabs his hand hesitantly.  He wishes he could hug her, comfort her more than with just a hand hold. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to take him for the CT scan,” April walks back in, looking apologetic. 

“Please don’t leave,” Matt slurs, and Sylvie lets out a choked laugh. 

“I’m not going anywhere Matt Casey, I promise.” 

When he’s not in the hospital, he’s going to fight for her. Grainger be damned, Matt’s going to somehow prove to her he’s not in love with Gabby anymore, and that Sylvie isn’t a consolation prize. She does deserve to be with someone who puts her first. And that someone is going to be him.

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Remnants, Part II

Just a short update.

  Summary: You are in the midst of formulating your dissertation, but you’ve hit a wall. Your doting aunt, Rebecca, has a solution that brings you face to face with Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King. As the connection between you and Ahkmenrah grows, and as the secrets of his ancient tablet unlock, the once-king will find himself faced with a difficult choice.

  Thanks so much to @kitkatcronch @kpopperotp12 and @seafrost-fangirl for reading : ) 

  Warnings: Still none, but you can still bet there will be smut; also, Ahk is a solid 20 years of age to be certain to avoid any squick factor.

  Part II

  “Um, Ahk? Please tell me that I’m translating this wrong. Because if I’m not, Isis help your mother’s sister’s second child who was born with two overripe heads . . . bursting with . . . um, I think this is the glyph for fire but I really hope I’m wrong.”

   Ahkmenrah’s laugh rumbled through him as he placed a hand on the back of your chair, his chest just brushing your shoulder as he leaned in to read the symbols on the papyrus. You closed your eyes as his scent encompassed you, completely missing his explanation.

   “Can you repeat that?”

Ahkmenrah patiently pointed again to the hieroglyph and explained, “Not child, but children. She had twins, both of whom had hair the color of obsidian fire. You are pretty close with the translation of “overripe,” though. Apparently, their heads were quite large.”

   You made a note, then dropped your pencil with finality.

   “We both know that once my translations become that horrible, it’s time to give it a rest.”

     “I am impressed by your knowledge, Y/N. Only one or two scholars at Cambridge knew how to read my language as well as you.”

     “So you keep saying, Ahk, and so I keep disputing. Those guys are way more legit than I am.”

     “Nonsense!”

   You smiled up at Ahkmenrah, feeling amazed at how with only two weeks’ time, you felt completely at ease. He had left his crown in his exhibit as was his custom now, and you appreciated how sweet he looked in this less regal state. However, he still looked completely out of place against the backdrop of the exhibit the two of you had claimed as your study. The museum was currently displaying an exhibit called, “Kitchens through the Ages: Realms of Domesticity,” and you had let Ahk select his favorite. He chose a kitchen that bore a close resemblance to the one used on Leave It to Beaver. He said he enjoyed the contrast of the yellow, steel cabinets and the pink wallpaper because it felt more like home. Egypt was colorful, bright; very unlike the wooded and subdued hues of white, black, and gray that adorned the more modern kitchens on display.

   You stood up, stretching your arms high above your head, relishing in the way your back popped and your muscles extended. Ahkmenrah tried his best not to look like he was gazing at your body too obviously. It was summer, and you often wore shorts, but the chilliness of the air conditioning usually relegated you to throwing on a sweatshirt or an oversized sweater. Despite the extra fabric, Ahkmenrah still caught an eyeful of your abdomen as you stretched.

   Your stomach grumbled and you wondered when you last ate.

   “Breakfast, I think,” you said aloud.

   Ahkmenrah tilted his head, confusion settling across his features.

   You rolled your eyes at yourself and said, “Sorry—thinking out loud, apparently. I sometimes forget that you’re real anyway.”

   You had intended it as a joke, but the hurt that flashed across Ahk’s face made your heart pang with remorse.

   “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply—”

   “I think I’ll head back to my exhibit for the night,” Ahkmenrah said quietly as he gathered up his family’s writings.

   “Ahk. Please, I didn’t mean it. Come eat dinner with me.”

   “Good night, Y/N.”

   And with a stiff turn, he was gone, his golden clothes winking out of sight as he hurried out of the display room.

   “Fuck me, I’m an asshole,” you stated to yourself.

   “Right you are, miss,” piped up a booming voice from the next kitchen.

   You jumped at the intrusion, holding your hand to your pounding heart as the replica of Winston Churchill marched over to you, his plump mouth clutching his infamous cigar, a cloud of smoke billowing behind him like the waste from a tiny steam engine.

   “The pharaoh’s not made of wax like us, and if you’d have stopped looking at those damned papyruses for more than ten minutes’ time you’d have realized that you were ignoring a living, breathing icon of history for yet another set of dusty books. Old Larry’s right—you live in the past.”

   You felt mortally wounded because a figure of wax had just called you out on your bullshit. And, exactly how many exhibits did Larry talk about you to?!?

   Winston Churchill didn’t wait for a reply. He returned to his paper at the kitchen, tapping the ash of his cigar onto the table before returning it to his mouth for another glorious puff.

   Instead of heading to the break room for your dinner, you went straight to the front desk, nearly stomping on Octavian and Jeb as they prepared for another faceoff.  

   “Hey! Watch it, Gigantress!”

   “Sorry, Jeb!”

   Larry looked up at the commotion and a look of panic furrowed his features. You rarely got angry, but when you did, it wasn’t pretty.

   “Stop talking about me to everything that comes to life around here! It’s RUDE!”

   “They’re very curious!” Larry shouted back as he raised his hands in a gesture of defense. “I didn’t want them to think you were a threat.”

   “And all you could come up with is that I live in the past? That I value books more than people? That’s not exactly light, introductory, small-talk. And by the way, my entire history of schooling has centered around ancient civilizations—of course I spend a lot of time talking about, thinking about, and researching the past! It’s. My. Job.”

   Your fists were clenched at your sides and your cheeks were tinged with red, but Larry knew this wasn’t just about what he said. Normally, you laughed it off when he made a joke about how seriously you took your studies. You were proud of your coursework, and your family was, too.

   “What happened?”

   You closed your eyes and felt your anger ebb away almost as quickly as it came.

   “I fucked up.”

   Larry raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

   You walked over to the admission desk and leaned against it, dropping your head onto the flat surface. You mumbled your reply into the wood.

   “What was that?” Larry asked, smirking.

   You lifted your head and said again, “You’re right.”

   Larry barked out a laugh and clapped his hands.

   “Ha! Alright, Ms. PhD-candidate. Maybe this guy understands a little bit more about life than you do.”

   “How do I fix it?”

   “Your life? Geeze, that’s—”

   “No! How do I fix it with Ahkmenrah?”

   Larry narrowed his eyes at you and said, “I warned you to be gentle with him. You see him as this god-king come to life, a piece of history, but he’s also just a kid. You know, sort of like you.”

   You sighed in defeat and began walking toward Ahkmenrah’s exhibit, silently praying to whatever powers-that-be that he’d hear you out.

[theantoniomabs]

Today I am here writing on my laptop because I seem to have lost most motivation on working. Not just on my game but perhaps on everything. As a last dish resort that I swear will work, I will be essentially looking into my psyche, in hopes of finding the reason to why I do this and why I want to do it. The first thing I want to think about is Moai: An Interactive Experience. In a way this is very much for me to figure out my ideas a bit better, not necessarily to gain likes, views, or comments. More for me than for you, but I hope you get something out of this as an development blog.

   What is Moai: An interactive Experience?

First Ever SpriteSheet for Moai

Moai Prototype made in Flash CS3

Spritesheets put into use to build out the first concept levels.

Moai is a puzzle platforming game I have been developing for the better part of last year. About 7 months since I started the first devlog on youtube.

About 10 videos in so far, which feels good but at the same time a little bad. I started doing the devlogs in order to promote the game but understandably that hasn’t been working too well, or rather maybe not as well as I had hoped, but that’s ok. I do enjoy the process of editing my progress into bite sized pieces of milestone markers. So in a way that’s nice.

Level Art

Level 0 Sketch

On the other side of the marketing sphere is of course the actual creation of the game. The art is awesome! I love working on this kind of stuff, the ideas are always pouring out of me. For example this is the first sketch of the first level. Technically Level 0 because this is the intro of the game. Here we can see how Moai receives life by a buttefly laying on his head and causing a flower to come to life.

  Moai Level 0- Concept Art

Level Sketches

After I have completed the initial level I decided to continue working on the next levels. I know I want a couple of puzzles but all in all what I really want for this game is to make you feel like you are there. That sorts of stuff will really help you relax as you play, which in truth is the whole idea of the game. It’s a tool for you to disconnect from the world, and just relax in a beautiful serene world inhabited by beautiful animals and a stone giant.

The music should help you with that. I think that it would be a great wonderful idea to play the bell sound I have for the frequency of love segments. It gives space to the whole game so that’s wonderful. So it can play whenever Moai does his magic life touch. I also just though that perhaps it could be a good idea if Moai got slower the more he gets close to the end. That sounds pretty cool. That way he can start fast at the beginning, full of life but as he activates the points in the island he becomes weaker. Not sure if it’s visible in the art, but perhaps it should.

Character Sketches and Base Sprites

Moai Turn-Around Sketch

I like how Moai looks right now. He can have a bit more definition here and there but overall his animations are starting to look good. Once I do the revise on the art, I’m thinking I will animate it even further in Photoshop, make the necklace move, and add some motion on the the flower and the clothes. That secondary motion really brings live into the art.

Moai SpriteSheet Twee

Moai Pose Sketches

The character continues to evolve as I continue to create art and grow my artistic skills. Which is very good because my unique art style and techniques will play heavily on the feeling this game will give to the player. The stoic expression feels very good for a stone statue that can walk. I also like that it’s gender ambiguous, because I would love for everyone to be able to feel like they are the character, not just men and women, but pretty much everyone in the whole planet, same goes for his age. Moai could be 10 years old, or anywhere from 10,000 years old. Relaxation and positivity should know no exclusion.

Meaning behind the Stone Garden and the Growth Symbol

Stone Garden and Flower sketches Tiny Loading Screen guy

When I did my research on Eastern Island, I learned several things.

1- There are a lot of birds, fishes, and butterflies.

2- There are also several plants, tress and of course the stone statues.

3- People that live there make these very pretty stone structures used to basically encompass gardens.

I love that, and I decided to make it into an important mechanic in the game. The general game is a journey, however the journey is blocked off and segmented into several sections where the player must learn something new about themselves, their environements, or their personal story, in order to progress further into the island. Every time they find a point in which they have to progress, Moai must give a little bit of life force into in a sort of exchange of energy that activates certains parts of the island that will teach him or allow him to pass.

In some cases, Moai and in turn the player must give time to the game in order to accomplish something. Like waiting 5 minutes at the docks for a wooden boat to arrive and take you to a secret part of the island. Or sitting down and waiting at the top of a particularly beautiful hill that rewards you with a cinematic pan of the whole island as seen from the highest point, which is where you are sitting.

In the case of the Stone Garden however, Moai will literally give from his own life force to connect himself into the earth and help a small plant blossom. This blossoming results in a domino effect throughout the level that changes the scenery for better. Very reminiscent of the amazing and beautiful game, Okami. Whenever this happens a beautiful bell should sound in the background, as the plants grow around Moai and his path is revealed. In some cases, like in the magical forest. Moai will not be encumbered by simple gates, but rather by secret foliage that parts it’s way for Moai to continue his journey.

In the island as I mentioned earlier there is also a lot of wild life.

Real things like:

seagulls

fishes

crabs

iguanas

snakes

grasshoppers

fireflies

insects

bugs

frogs

deer

As well as fantastical animals like:

El bugalopo which is a sort of magical deer that appears randomly and has a bone mask covering his face.While in some cases the animal will act as art assets and not necesarilly interact with the player, for the case of the bugalopo, whenever he appears he will run away from the player, and will always be behind the woods. In the forest, you can see his yellow eyes appearing through the mist. In a way he simbolizes desires, and the attainability of wordly pleasantries. Because you want to catch him, but in truth you never can. He will always be away from you, ever running, he is not to divert you from your highest truth which is to bring postivity, love and growth into the island for as long as you live.

There is perhaps another fantastical animal, something like an oax or a boar. A big leathery animal that likes to eat the grass pastures. I’m not sure what they do yet, but I can see them in my mind’s eye for this game.

    Early Moai Sketch

This is a very important sketch for me, as it started the journey towards the ending of the game. I don’t want to spoil the big ending, but here we can see Moai sitting and pondering his life as he traversed through the island. This gave way to this sketch of the moutainside.

Last Level MountainSide Sketch

Which gave birth to this scene.

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This scene helped me create all the base character assets and animations for the game, plus it serves as a wonderful promotional piece of content. With this in mind, I am thinking that the game, even though it’s starting to look like an actual game. With levels, movements, and controls. I feel like it still lacks life.

https://www.reddit.com/r/unity/comments/glt1r6/art_assets_art_in_the_game_moai_an_interactive/

This is why I think that besides just working on polishing out the engine and it’s bugs, I wilt working on some of the more aesthetically elements, like background and foreground animations, and the creatures I mentioned earlier that will interact and live in this world with Moai.

The next devblog will have to be about how I created:

animal art assets

new stone garden assets

and a burst of energy asset for when growth has been activated

Technical things like:

sound manager system

debugging

water reflections

the sitting and waiting mechanic

the boat mechanics

loading screen mechanics

polishing up the UI

dialog system (narrator/info boxes)

Environmental Effects like rain,mist, and the interactivity of the npc creatures

In a way this devblog will help me not only to stay focused and know what to keep top of mind, with myself and this game. I feel better overall now that I’ve written this. In the next work session for Moai I think I will be able to be productive and efficient, and continue aiding the process for Moais growth and materialization.

It will also help me divide what I want this game to be versus what I want PixelPeeps to be, which is a whole ‘nother blogpost on it’s own.

Here’s a question if you made it this far. What sort of cool mechanics would help you relax? What would you see implemented in the game that will perhaps better the world of Moai: Interactive as whole? Maybe snow, and not just rain and mist? What are your thoughts, and while we are at it, what’s your favorite animal?

Moai Devblog 1: Focus on Growth Today I am here writing on my laptop because I seem to have lost most motivation on working.

[asupernaturalgirl]

Back to Hunting: Part 2

A/N: Woohoo! I’m really pleased with the feedback from the first part and so I think I’ll continue writing. I’ll try to post 1-2 per week, but for right now there really is no schedule. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Description: Y/N has been out of the hunting life for many years, but after a run in with a supernatural creature, she’s forced to call some boys she hasn’t seen in a while. The Winchesters. 

Warnings: trashy motels (and everything that comes with that), financial issues, car problems.

    Winter in Wisconsin was never easy, but somehow, walking out in that cold weather to get to your car was even worse at the moment. Knowing you were completely alone, no dog, no family left, sent chills up your spine in the first place. The chilling wind was not making it any better. Sticking the key into the ignition, you turn it and the car rumbles a few times, unhappy to start in the freezing climate. It was a piece of crap anyway. The only thing you could afford. This was not the time for it to be testing you, but it proves you wrong when the engine finally comes to life and you can relax.

    You know where to go, having pictured it in your mind. There was an old motel just a few miles outside of town. It seemed to be made for prostitutes and tractor trailer drivers, but it was nothing you weren’t used to. Just like Sam and Dean, you’d almost grown up in motel rooms like that, too young to follow your father on difficult hunts. You followed the road by memory, not remembering what the exact name of the place was.

    Just ahead, you could see the red flashing sign in front of the raggedy building. When you saw the name “The Red Barn,” you cursed yourself for ever forgetting it. The idea of the name was completely random though, as nothing on the motel was red or looked like a barn. You pulled into a parking spot and grabbed your phone from the book bag next to you, creating a contact for Dean Winchester and beginning to type out you text for him. “Motel is called The Red Barn. It’s in Platteville, Wisconsin.”

    You stuff your phone in your pocket and climb out of the car, throwing the book bag over your shoulder and making your way into the small office in the front. An old woman who looked like she could fall over dead at any moment sat at the desk, writing something in an old book. She looked up as the bell over the door rang. Her face was grim and she didn’t greet you in any way. “What do you need?”

    “Can I have a two twin bed room for 2 nights?” You asked. It made since for now to book the room for two days. If more time was needed, you could buy it later on. You also wanted two beds for the boys when they got here. If you needed to, you’d sleep on the floor. It was a big favor of them to come help you and you wanted to pay them back.

    She snatched your credit card out of your hand and swiped it into a machine, pushing a few buttons before standing slowly and grabbing an old key from the cabinet behind her. “Your in room 130.”

    “Thanks,” You groan, taking the key and leaving the smoky office. You hated how familiar this felt. It was almost like going home. For some reason, you’d expected it to feel more unnatural, like you’d forgotten what those 18 years of your life was like.

    While you were no longer a hunter making absolutely no money, a starting receptionist in small town Wisconsin didn’t make much more than one, so even though you would have loved to stay in a Holiday Inn, this was still all you could afford. As you approached your room, you stuck the key in and opened the door to the strong smell of cigarettes and booze. The sheets in the room were outdated and faded and the wallpaper was brown, but seemed to have been white at some point. It was disgusting, but you had no other choice.

    You throw your things on the bed and sit down, burying your face in your hands. How could this have happened to you once again? There were people who went their entire lives without knowing about the Supernatural but you somehow seemed to be some sort of magnet to it. Now your dog was dead and you were forced back in.

    Tears pricked at your eyes and you let out a cry, trying to wipe the wet drops from your eyes before they even existed them, to no avail. You needed to keep your mind busy, doing something. It was 8 o’clock at night, but you didn’t want to settle down yet. Instead, you decided it would be best to go to the grocery store and pick up some food for the brother when they got to the motel.

    You start the car once again and pull out of the old parking lot, making your way to the local grocery store where you would try to guess what the brothers ate these days and picked up the one thing you were sure of. A hunter loves beer and you happened to know these boys were no exception to that rule.

…

    A loud knock at the door startles you awake, your heart beating quickly. Disoriented, you turn to alarm clock to see that it was just past 4 in the morning. You groan slightly and sit up, wiping the sleep from your eyes and pushing your feet over the side of the bed. Your back aches from the cheap mattress and your hair was a complete mess. Somehow you’d forgotten what had happened yesterday and it took you a full minute to piece the events back together in your mind. Suddenly, it occured to you that the Winchesters were here and you jumped up, rushing to open the door.

    You couldn’t help but smile as you took in the Winchester brothers and all their glory. The boys stood there, smiles on their faces as well. “I’m sorry I look so bad, guys. I completely forgot to set an alarm last night. Didn’t know what time you all would get in.”

    They seemed to have grown to the height of two full humans stacked on top of each other from the last time you saw them. Both the brothers were older than you, but you can still remember how young Sam was the last time you saw him. He was in college the last time you’d spoken, happy to get out of the life just like you. Dean hadn’t changed much other than a few more lines on his face. He looked more like a grown man. While you’d always found him handsome, he was even more so now than ever.

    Sam steps forward and gives you a side hug. “We don’t care. It’s good to see you, Y/N. We were surprised to hear from you.”

    Before you can answer, Dean pulls you in for a hug as well. You could feel his strong arms around you as he patted your back slightly. “Long time now see, Y/L/N. Shouldn’t have gone this long without talking.”

    “Yeah,” You pull your hair back in a ponytail as you pull back from Dean. You step aside to let them in. “I didn’t want anything to do with the life anymore. I was done with it. Everything was almost normal again, until this happened. Didn’t even want to accept that I had to call you for something.”

    Dean and Sam set their bags on the ground and cross their arms over their chest, watching you explain. “You got rid of all your stuff?”

    “It had been years since I even heard from someone in the life. I thought I would be fine. I figured once I left, it would leave me,” You shrug your shoulders and roll your eyes. “I should have been less stupid as a former hunter.”

    Dean and Sam both furrow their brows and shake their heads. Sam speaks up. “It’s not your fault, Y/N. You chose to leave, you get to throw away the stuff. We’re hunters for a reason. We help people when they can’t do it themselves. And sometimes when they can.”

    You nod your head and look down to the ground at your toes. “It just happened so fast. I worked quickly but by the time I got out in the yard, the dog was already dead. It was just so quick, I couldn’t even save him. He was so solid, but warm. It was like he was paralyzed.”

    Dean and Sam both bite their lips and look at each other, a brotherly look. Sam pulled out his computer and began to type in some things on a search engine. Dean turned to me. “Are you okay?”

    “Me?”

    He nodded and you shrugged your shoulders. It had been a while since anyone had asked you that and you weren’t used to the question. “Yeah, I guess so. Charlie was all I had but he’s a dog. I can only get so upset.”

    He bit his lip and gave you a slightly smile before clapping his hands together. “So, we’ll need to get back to your house and check everything out. Do you want to lead us there in your car and I’ll follow in Baby?”

    “Baby?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.

    Sam gave you a look that said, “Don’t ask,” but Dean seemed to be quite offended. “I know you remember those nights driving home in the Impala, Y/N. She’s mine now. And she’s still a beaut.”

    You chuckled lightly and shook your head in disbelief. “You really are something, Winchester. You guys can follow me.”

    Both the brothers walked out of the door with you and you locked it behind, turning to your car. Dean and Sam moved to the old Impala you knew so well and you tried to start the car, only to have it stall once again. Groaning loudly, you bang your hands against the steering wheel and attempt to start it again, to no avail. Dean looks over before getting out of his car. Your face blushed furiously, embarrassed your car was taking this time not to start. You didn’t want them to know you were this bad off. Making minimum wage wasn’t easy on your transportation situation.

    Dean walks to your side and opens the door, his brows furrowed as Sam gets out of the Impala as well. “What’s going on with the car?”

    “She’s got a mind of her own sometimes, doesn’t like to start when I really need her,” You get out and pop the hood. You knew absolutely nothing about cars in general and didn’t even know what could be the issue.

    “That can’t be safe, Y/N. You live on your own in a town where you don’t know anyone else. If your car stalled out or wouldn’t start, you’d be stranded. Have you taken it to a mechanic?” Sam asks, concern in his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

    “No,” You admit, trying not to make eye contact with the brothers for the moment.

    “Why not?” Dean asked, looking in the engine for anything he could see outright without having to search around.

    “I work as a receptionist in small town Wisconsin. I’m not afforded such luxuries,” You smiled, embarrassed. Both the brothers looked at you for a moment, surprise you just admitted your financial struggles. You hated the look of pity on Sam’s face. He was planning on going to law school the last time you’d spoke. He was the people you worked for.

    “Well, lucky for you, Dean Winchester happens to be a guy who knows a lot about cars and I’ve got a flat rate for any fix,” He grabbed your key out of your hand and opened the driver’s door, getting in and attempting to turn the key. “A beer.”

    You’d remembered this about Dean. He’d always been generous to people that he knew and cared about. If they were friends of family or family in general, he was always there to help them and this was no exception. “Dean, you don’t have to do this. I’ve been saving up some money to get it fixed.”

    “Sweetheart, don’t worry about it,” He said, not even bothering to look at you as he started down at the dashboard. He turned the key a few more times, but nothing happened. Realization crossed his face. “It’s a bad alternator. We can get it fairly cheap online and have it here by the time were finished with the case.”

    His generosity almost brought tears to your eyes and you gave him your most sincere smile. “Thank you, Dean. This means so much.”

    “Don’t sweat it,” He shrugged his shoulders and got out of the car, locking the door behind him. “Climb into baby and you can just tell me where to turn. Let’s get this show on the road.”

[spookyjuicefiction]

The Black Diamond - Chapter 1

MASTERLIST

A/N: Kind of a long setup, but it’ll be worth it, I promise. No smut yet! Just a little tasteful burlesque striptease.

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Brown, brown, and more brown. Bucky scowled out the back seat window at the desert which seemed to scroll by on loop like an old movie background. A cactus here, a tumbleweed there. And then again. Welcome to The Middle of Nowhere, Somewhere In America.

“We’ve got to be getting close,” Steve took his eyes from the road momentarily to Natasha, who was sitting shotgun and studying a huge map spread across the dashboard. Cell phone service had disappeared an hour ago, and GPS along with it. Not that the place they were looking for existed on Google Maps. Natasha only frowned.

“If we get stuck out in this wasteland, I’m going to kill you, Rogers,” groaned Sam, peering over Nat’s shoulder. “You said you knew where it was!”

“If the map is accurate, we should be coming up to it any minute now,” Steve replied calmly. “Let’s review the plan in the meantime. Nat?”

Although Bucky could only see the back of her head, he could tell she was rolling her eyes. “You three are escaping your wives in Phoenix for a boys’ getaway up to this club Sam heard about from his buddy at work.”

“Sam?” Steve prompted.

Sighing, Sam sat back. “We picked up Nat hitchhiking on the side of the road. Her boyfriend dumped her, she’s homeless, and she’s desperate for a job. We don’t want to leave town until we know she’s settled in.”

“Good. Buck?”

Bucky looked back out the window into the brown dustland. “Natasha will infiltrate by getting in with the staff and finding out what they know about their employer. Meanwhile, we will befriend the other patrons and locals and gather intel that way. Once we can get a good layout of the place, we search for information.”

“It’s not going to be easy,” said Steve, for the millionth time. “If this guy really is ex-Hydra, he’s not going to be leaving his old paperwork just lying around for anyone to find. Luckily, our intel says news doesn’t travel fast out here and we’re unlikely to be recognized. Hopefully we can slip in and slip out before this guy gets back.”

“How do you know he won’t be there?” Sam asked.

“I don’t,” Steve admitted. “I’m putting trust in our informant. That’s why I brought so many of you. It’s only a club; if it gets ugly, I think we can handle it. But let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Great,” Sam murmured, “sure, let’s trust the anonymous informant.”

“Check it out,” Nat pointed out the windshield and Sam and Bucky leaned forward to squint. In the distance, a building began to grow out of the horizon. As the car drew closer, they could see it was a fairly large, three-story warehouse, dropped in the middle of the empty landscape on the side of the dirt road. Further down, in the distance, was what appeared to be a small town: Bucky could make out two motels, a gas station, and a shabby grocery store. He wondered where the hell the people lived that worked there, since there was nothing else around.

The building had no sign, but dozens of cars were parked haphazardly all around it and people were lingering near the door, smoking cigarettes and God knows what else. Steve maneuvered the car into an inconspicuous spot and cut the engine, turning in his seat to look at his team.

“Okay. You ready?”

Bucky, Nat, and Sam nodded at him and then one another before stepping out of the car.

Bucky sucked in a breath as the scorching hot air enveloped him the instant he opened the door. He could see the air sizzling over the dirt in the distance, and he felt a pang of longing to be back at the compound, swimming in the cool lap pool. He tried to focus as they drew near to the warehouse, making mental notes of where there were service doors or the occasional boarded window in case they needed to make a quick getaway. A bouncer by the door, nearly as tall and muscular as Steve, gave them an irritated look before gesturing them vaguely inside.

The room inside was nothing like Bucky had expected. Instead of dusty wood floors and cement walls, there was plush plum carpeting and wallpaper decorated with fleur de lis and spiral patterns. Sconces lined the hallway, dripping with crystals that caught the muted light as they twirled in the gust of hot air that followed them through the door. They approached a mahogany desk manned by an attractive young woman who bestowed a sickeningly sweet smile onto them.

“Well, well, well,” she cooed in a voice that had to be faked, “What do we have here? We don’t usually get such good looking boys around these parts.” She winked at Bucky. “Are you here for the show?”

“They are,” Nat stepped forward, pushing her chest out, leaning over the desk and adopting a southern accent, “but I’m lookin’ for work. I ain’t as pretty as you, but maybe there’s something I can do?”

The girl behind the desk frowned at her at first, and then cocked her head. “Hmm. Actually, you might just be his type. I’ll see what I can do.” She snapped her fingers suddenly and two men in black suits appeared.

“See if we can find a job for this gal,” she said to them in the sweet voice, and they obediently led Natasha out of the room. Nat threw a last glance at them over her shoulder and tapped her wrist, their sign for “I got this, don’t worry”.

“Show’s standin’ room only tonight,” chirped the girl, turning back to them. “Sold out.”

“Wow,” said Sam, raising his brows, “does it usually sell out?” Bucky was apparently not the only one to think this was odd, considering the remoteness of the club.

“It does when Bombalurina performs,” the girl cooed with another wink. “Trust me, boys, you won’t wanna miss it.”

Steve, Sam, and Bucky were ushered by another pretty girl through a set of double doors into the lounge area brimming with people. The bar in the back was packed shoulder to shoulder, while the small round tables throughout the room were so crowded, the guys could hardly scoot through the room. They found a spot along the wall at the opposite side from the door where they could see the stage, which extended into a catwalk that cut the room in half. They stood in silence, politely shooing away a girl with a drink tray while they studied the room around them. To Bucky’s surprise, it was not just creepy older men in the crowd for the show, but women too, most of whom appeared dignified and well-manicured. It was strange to see so many high-society folks at this warehouse in the middle of the desert. What exactly was going on here?

“Most of these girls aren’t eighteen, much less twenty-one,” murmured Sam as another shot girl walked by, smiling at them shyly.

“Yeah. It’s too dark in here to tell, but I’ll bet most of them look like they’ve been through some stuff. You don’t end up working out here if you’ve had an easy life,” Steve responded, sounding worried.

Just then, the room went black as the spotlights blasted the stage with light, illuminating a short, thin man with oiled back hair and a glittering tuxedo. He was wearing more makeup than nearly any woman Bucky had ever seen in his life.

“Hello and good evening to all of you freaks, geeks, chics, and sharks!” he boomed into the microphone, and was greeted with loud laughter and applause. “My name is Luxardo and I am pleased as punch to be your host for the evening! Gird your loins, clutch your pearls, and loosen your belts because you are in for a night of tantalizing beauty and sensual sexuality that will take your breath away!”

Bucky ground his teeth as Luxardo yammered on for another few moments, cracking dirty jokes that had the crowd laughing with delight and Steve blushing scarlet. When the first number came out, a troupe of scantily-clad dancing girls, Sam leaned over and whispered, “Maybe you ought to turn your back, Cap. Wouldn’t want to offend these girls’ delicate sensibilities.” Steve slugged him, and even Bucky had to chuckle a little.

Scantily clad dancing girls turned out to be the majority of the program, to no one’s surprise except perhaps Steve, and Bucky had become fidgety and restless by the time Luxardo returned to the microphone over an hour later.

“Dearly esteemed guests of The Black Diamond, we humbly thank you for supporting our little show. And as the sweetest, richest, most decadent dessert we could offer, please enjoy our final number: the Queen of Diamonds herself, Bombalurina.”

A hush fell over the crowd in such an odd way that Bucky felt himself snapping to attention. The stage went dark, and then one, single spotlight lit center stage. A sensual, jazzy tune began to play, and a woman began emerging from the floor with her back to the audience. When she was fully above the stage, the music paused dramatically. In the instant that she spun around to face the room, the music crescendoed and the stage lit up in blues and pinks, showing her in full, technicolor detail.

That was the first moment of Bucky Barnes’s life.

He was sure of it. He had never existed, never breathed, never seen a single thing, until this very moment. Until he saw her for the first time.

He forgot everything. He went deaf. All he could do was look at her, watch her as she sauntered down the stage in her glittering, sequined dress. All he ever wanted to see again was the way her red lips moved along with some music that he could no longer hear. It didn’t matter, nothing did, so long as her eyes, her hair, and her skin existed in the world. In his world.

He watched the number as if in a dream, foggy and surreal as though under water, and he could not move nor even feel his body. First she was only dancing, and then she began taking off her clothes. First gloves, then dress, then, hook by hook, the corset that held the secret of her chest from him. Somewhere, the recesses of his mind told him he should look away, but he could not bring himself to do it. She turned, swaying back to the spot where she started, and planted her feet. On one beat, she tore open corset and dropped it to the ground beside her. On the next beat, the final beat, she spun around, hitting a stunning pose with her pastied breasts exposed -- and locking her eyes with his.

The room erupted into cheers around Bucky as he stood motionless and transfixed, their eye contact intense and certain. Bombalurina stood still too, locked in her pose, and he was sure he saw her cock her brow at him before she broke the spell and turned to take her bow.

“Wow,” he heard Steve breathe beside him and turned to his friend, blinking away the dream, “she’s something, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, feeling a little woozy and leaning against the wall subtly for support.

“I guess we know why people come out here,” observed Sam, motioning to the way the whole room was on their feet, clapping and whooping and catcalling.

“You got that right.” The guys jumped at Natasha’s voice as she emerged from a curtain next to where they stood, bearing a tray and apparently collecting empty glasses. “The men are all in love with her, and the women all want to be her.” Reading their looks of surprise, she explained, “They were busy so they hired me on the spot. I’ll catch you guys back at the hotel later and we can debrief.”

Steve nodded briskly to her and watched her disappear into the crowd before turning to Sam and Bucky.

“We’d better get out of here. I saw a few guys from the CIA that might recognize us if they sober up enough.”

“The CIA?” Bucky asked incredulously. The Black Diamond apparently had some serious reach. Before they could take two steps, however, a man in a black suit appeared in front of them. He was tall and muscular, like the bouncer had been, and was holding a rather large martini.

“The Queen would like a word with you all in her dressing room,” he said quietly.

“The Queen?” Steve asked, surprised.

“Bombalurina,” the man replied. “She won’t be kept waiting. Come.”

The man in the black suit set off, weaving through the tables, and the guys could only exchange a quick look before turning to follow. He led them through a door behind a curtain that was apparently the backstage area, scattered with glitter and feathers and lingering puffs of perfume. Bucky, Steve, and Sam followed the man through a labyrinth of purple hallways until, at length, they reached a red door with a gold star on it. Bucky took in a breath as the man knocked gently.

From within, a woman’s voice called back, “Come in.”

The man in the black suit pushed through the door, the Avengers filing in behind him.

“Ah, thank you darling,” came the woman’s voice again. Presumably, she had been handed the large martini. Bucky found that he was afraid to look at her, as if it might hurt, like looking at the sun. At last, he slowly raised his eyes.

She sat with her back to them at a large vanity table, fussing with some makeup and sipping the martini. Finally, she looked up at their reflections in the mirror, a coy smile spreading across her perfect red lips.   

“Well. Captain America. Now, this is a surprise.”

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The Interview pt. 2

Pairings: Joe x Reader Words: 1,812 Summary: Joe finally realizes he can’t hide his feelings anymore and decides to tell you. Part: 2/5 Warnings: Light swearing A/N: It’s what you’ve all been waiting for, part 2! I hope you guys enjoy it. This one is a little rushed because I just needed to get it rolling so I’m really sorry if it sucks. Tags will be at the bottom, thank you everyone for your amazing support and feedback on the first part! Feel free to continue to let me know what you think :)

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Strangers crowd all around us in the bustling airport, they cheer and reach for our hands as we enter the building. I wave towards the paparazzi as cameras flash blinding lights in our faces. Y/N greets our fans giving them warm hugs and autographs whenever they ask, she snaps a few photos with them before they exchange goodbyes and she makes it back to me. “Do you ever get used to that?” She smiles and lets out a long breath, “They’re so supportive, I love each and every one of them. That gave me such a rush!” She watches as some girls look through the pictures they took with her. I couldn’t help but smile at her warming words, “What?” She nudges me with her shoulder playfully as we continue through the airport.

We come to a slow stop when we arrive at her gate. Neither one of us could find the words to say, instead, we stand in silence, refusing to look at one another. “Three months is a long time without seeing my best friend,” She mumbles, still looking straight ahead of her, “I don’t know how I’ll manage without you.” Her hand grips around her suitcase handle tighter as she speaks.

“I’ll call and text you every day, okay? It’ll be like I’m right there with you.” I try to find comforting words despite I felt the same way, if not worse.

“You and I both know that’s not the same thing.” She sighs before slowly turning to face me. “Call me as soon as you land, I’ll stop being sappy,” She plasters a grin onto her features, a smile that could’ve fooled anyone; but not me. “I’ll miss you,” Her arms wrap around my neck, I pull her body close to me as we embrace each other for several moments.

The dreaded moment arrives as she pulls away and walks towards her gate. She clutches her boarding pass tightly after the lady scans the thin piece of paper. Y/N waves one final time before she disappears through the long tunnel towards her plane. I stand for minutes after I watched her walk away, I couldn’t find the desire or the strength to move, I felt the sudden urge to chase after her, to scream her name, to refuse to leave her side. But my feet stay planted on the carpeted floor and for the first time in months I feel utterly alone.

I spin on my heel and head towards my own designated area weaving through the chattering people, avoiding eye contact at all costs. It felt unnatural to be in the public eye without Y/N, ever since season three began we practically went everywhere together. I want her to be here with me now, to ease the sorrow that festers in my stomach at her absence, to make me laugh at her corny jokes, to play stupid children’s games to pass time. I want her to tell me everything's okay like I’ve done to her so many times before.

I push the thought of Y/N out of my head completely as I take the seat closest to the window. I shove my earbuds in my ears and blare anything that will bring peace to my wild mind. People shuffle in the aisle, shoving their luggage overhead before finding their seats. The flight attendants speak over the intercom but I pay no attention.

The plane’s engine revs and lurches into movement, I stare out the window trying to occupy my thoughts with something other than my best friend. The man beside me jingles his seatbelt for what seems like the seventh time, I couldn’t help but stare at his motions. “I’m sorry,” He speaks, I remove the earbuds to be polite, “I’ve never flown before.” He admits shyly. I offer him a small smile before speaking.

“It’s okay, the worst part only lasts a few seconds,” I try my best to calm his nerves. It was more difficult than I expected. Usually, I know just what to say to calm Y/N down but when it came to strangers I didn’t have a clue how to help.

“Oh yeah? What’s the worst part?” As soon as the words slip out of his mouth, the plan pulls backward as it ascends into the air. He grips onto the arm rests tightly in fear, “Please tell me it’s this,” He squints his eyes closed and a few moments later the plane is in the sky making it easier for him to relax.

“Congratulations,” I smile, “Wasn’t so bad, huh?” He chuckles before extending his hand out to me.

“I’m John,” I take his hand, giving it a firm shake.

“Joe, nice to meet you.” An awkward silence settles over us, neither of us knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry if I talk your ear off, I get really talkative when I’m anxious.” He explains, slightly embarrassed.

“No worries, I could use good conversation to get my mind off of things.” I run my hand through my hair avoiding his stare.

“If you want to talk about it -whatever’s on your mind I mean- I’m happy to listen,” He offers, “I’ve been around for awhile, people say my advice is pretty good too.” I smile at his kindness, glancing out the window only to find it foggy with clouds. “Is it… A girl?” The blush that creeps along my cheeks gives him the answer that he was looking for only to be confirmed with my nod. “Do tell me about this girl.”

“I don’t even know where to begin,” I smile at just the thought of Y/N, “She’s my best friend, I can tell her everything, we know each other like the back of our hands. We can read each other’s minds and have conversations with our eyes even if it’s across the room.” I laugh thinking of all the times we used our eyes to talk about the people on set. “She’s fantastic at her career, she’s so hardworking and determined to make everything perfect and will redo everything if it isn’t to her liking. She’s smart as hell too, so smart it’s intimidating. She’s also beautiful but in her own special way. She has the perfect smile, and her eyes always sparkle when they look at me, and the way she carries herself just makes her drop-dead gorgeous. Just-” I search for more words to string together to try my best for John to understand just how perfect Y/N really was. “I could write a whole book about her and even then it wouldn’t be enough,” I mumble, mainly to myself, but he heard anyways.

“She sounds incredible.” His eyebrows are raised in my rambling, trying to process all the words I threw at him. “What seems to be the problem then?” He asks. Music still slips out of the earbuds and can quietly be heard, I quickly pause the music to answer his question but he asks another before I even have a chance. “Is that her?” He points at the exposed screen, the wallpaper of Maika and I caught his attention. My stomach tied in knots as I stare at the picture, Maika’s eyes bore into mine as if she’s reading my soul and devouring all my secrets. I knew then and there it was a mistake to get on this plane, to leave unsaid feelings floating in the air between Y/N and I. I know now that Maika and I had to end, I know that I needed to be with Y/N, but this time, as more than just best friends.

The elevator door dings as it slides to its open. I count the doors I pass before standing in front of her’s. My hands begin to sweat, my heart wants to lurch out of my chest, it pumps so fast I can hear its pulse in my ears.

I rap my knuckles to the door, the knock echoes around the hall full of doors making it seem like I was even more alone. I hear quiet shuffling behind the door before it opens to reveal Y/N. She stands before me in nothing but a t-shirt and her beloved sweats. Her hair is tied into a messy bun, her mascara is smudged under her left eye. In her most natural state, she is absolutely breathtaking.

“Joe?” Her voice drips with confusion, she steps to the side inviting me in. “What the hell are you doing here? You’ve been completely MIA for the past few days then you decide to show up on my doorstep?” Her tone is harsh as she spits questions towards me. I run my fingers through my already disheveled hair as panic starts to set in. Her eyes grow soft as she reads me.

“We need to talk,” It sounded horrible as soon as the words touched the air, I desperately wanted to take them back, I’ve already lost the script I had mapped out specifically for the purpose of saying something stupid or not quite right. “Maika and I broke up,” I curse myself, out of the whole feeling speech that’s what I decided to say first? She reaches out her hand to comfort me, her touch warms my whole arm, I want to lean into it, I want her to hold me.

“Joe, I’m so sorry,” She whispers, her eyes scour mine in search of something as I shake my head.

“It’s fine, I came to talk about us.” I pause, taking a look at her quaint apartment before speaking again, “I’ve come to realize that I wasn’t happy with Maika. I wanted to hold you, kiss you, laugh with you, be with you, and not just as my best friend. It wasn’t fair to Maika for me to wish it was you every time she touched me. It wasn’t fair to either of us for me to trap each other in a failing relationship.” I ramble, “I met a man on my flight home, we nearly talked the whole flight about you and I knew it was you I wanted to be with when I wasn’t talking about Maika.” I sigh and find myself looking at the floor. Hesitantly, I take her hand in mine. “What I’m trying to say is, from the moment I met you I felt a connection and I should’ve faced my feelings a long time ago instead of hiding them, I’m done hiding and I’m done running. I believe that our bond is special and I want to take it further than just being best friends.” I finally build up enough courage to meet her eyes once again, her face is blank giving no clues to how she was feeling. Moments pass and her mouth still doesn’t move.

Her silence grows deafening.

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Make Me Not Quit

 Ahem...Well JungKook’s lastest airport fashion

... just put me through pain. 

And by that I mean ... SMUT on the way.

I just decided to combine these two requests as they fit what I have in mind.

I love Ur writing so much can I request a Jungkook smut the sex in car thing when we are traveling from Seoul to busan

hiii! can I request a smut scenario based off of Ariana's song every day w/ rapmon or jungkook 

So I hope its ok and you guys enjoy it.

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JungKook... Your heaven and hell... Your cute yet way too stubborn boyfriend. He was away for concert and it has been two weeks. He should have been back that day but you missed him so bad.

You needed his warmth right then and there. You needed his body next to you, his fire hands on your skin. You took a snap of you lying down on your bed within dark purple sheets.Only wearing his white t-shirt and black lace panties peeking under. 

Need you here was the caption you picked.

Strangely there was no reply. You waited a little bit more while trying to distract yourself with some book. You tried enough but it didn’t work. Reached out for the iphone beside your huge pillow, your fingers dialed his number automatically. Ringed for 7 times and JungKook didn’t pick up. There was something off and your woman senses shouted it to you. 

Your brain splited into half. Right side was pissed off but left side was worried. However soon you found out. JungKook was out and about taking pictures with lots of fans. Most of them were girls and you were pissed off how close they stood to your boyfriend. Bitting your lip you hissed while closing the screen of your laptob.

Two could play this game, couldn’t they. Grabbed your phone again you called your very best friend. You were out and about in the streets under the dark night sky completed by city lights. It was a video call but you busied yourself with your not actually undone shoelaces just to let your best friend anwer. 

Thank god JungKook had the camera directed at his face but that small smile disappeared when he saw HIM. Trying not to sulk his name fell rather coldy between JungKook’s lips.

“Mark..”

Even though he noticed Mark smiled at JungKook.

“Ahh yeah Y/N was tying up her shoes...”

Right then you took over. Mark handed the phone at you but the selca of you and JungKook as the wallpaper welcomed you. He was gone. While you were trying to figure out what was going on he called you back. This time it wasn’t a video call though. When you answer his voice was stern.

“Where are you?”

You just told him the place, voice rather normal. Then JungKook hissed.

“Stay there and wait. Do Not Get Close To Him. Understand ?!”

You murmured.

“JungKook he is just a friend...”

JungKook almost groaned at you back.

“A friend out and alone with you... Do as I say or you won’t be able to sit on that pretty ass.”

With that last command line died. After 20 minute of awkward wait got you bored. Mark has just arrived with ice creams in his hand and you were about to take yours. A black jeep stopped right in front of us. The growl of the engine torn apart the noise you got used to. 

JungKook got out of the car. His jaw clenced, eyes deep and dark.He casually walked towards you, face poker. It was almost impossible to say anything by that look but you knew. You knew he was hella mad at you. JungKook only grabbed you by the arm dragging you back at his car.

Mark seemed confused yet offended when he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Well Hi to you too...” 

JungKook just paid a cold stare without a word. When he got back in the car you couldn’t help yourself.

“That was rude JungKook.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow at you. 

“Rude... Huh... He better thank that I didn’t smash his face.”

Your voice raised dramatically.

“JUNGKOOK. I invited him.”

JungKook’s hand grabbed the steel tighter.

“And why was that exactly?”

You bit your lip while avoiding eye contact with him.

“Because you were out and about with other girls.”

JungKook seemed amused when he chuckled.

“You were jealous of my fans?”

You slightly nodded, voice almost unhearable.

“They were so close to you...”

JungKook’s right hand remained on the steel but his left hand sneaked on your thighs.

“So you decided to make me jealous?”

You were distracted by his warm hand travelling slowly on your thigh. You barely could nod. When he dig his fingers through the soft flesh, he whispered.

“Damn it worked.”

Fingers placed between your thighs his hand moved up inch by inch, to where you need him the most. Just to tease you JungKook took his time. By the sweet yet dirty things he has been whispering and his fingers undoing your zipper, your hips moved in the air out of your will. The whimpers you let out made it hard for JungKook to resist it.

He just hit the gas then stopped by some gorgeous seaside. The gorgeous salty smell and calm melody of the waves leaked by the window of the car.

JungKook did not hesitate to kiss you. Its deep, devouring yet caring. Soft lips danced with each other. Sloppy sounds filled the car along with the melody that welcomed you. 

You couldn’t take it anymore moved yourself through his seat. His leg was strangled by your tiny ones. Crashed your lips again you desperately seeked for some friction. Your hips taking advantage of the muscular thighs he had, moved slowly. His large hand grabbed your still clothed bum roughly.

“Thats it baby... Move... How does it feel?”

You only kissed him back to let him know it felt good. He hooked his finger at the base of your shorts. With a quick swift move, he took your shorts and black lace panties off.He made you sit on his lap again.

The rough fabric of his jeans making contact your sensitive part sent shivers down your spine. By your closed eyes and half open mouth JungKook could tell.

“You like it don’t you... Look at how you move...You want more, don’t you.”

You weakly whispered a yes but it was not very convincing for JungKook. You needed to regret for what you have done. You needed to beg him so even he was aching in his pants he was going to make you suffer.

He placed his hand behind his head, laying his body down on his lowered driver seat. He ordered.

“Keep moving. I am not touching you before I see you break down.”

He took your hand and placed it on his erection. He didn’t have to tell you what to do. You slowly unbuckled his jeans. Whats yet to come already got you excited. Then you undid his zipper with rather shaky hands. Delicate hand slid into the black slip boxer. He was hard. He was rock hard and you wanted to feel it inside. Giving it a few strokes you teased the tip. 

If you were to suffer you both had to suffer, you though. You took his boxers and jeans enough to reveal his length. Your hand moved up and down gently. Slow and fast then slow again. JungKook wasn’t having it though. He grabbed your wrist, arched an eyebrow.

“Tease me once again, you don’t get this inside your wet pussy babygirl. Got it?”

You sulked at his words. Clinged your lips onto that one weak spot on his neck. Sucking and nibbing at the skin. You moved your hands faster while your hips taking their own rythm. He flexed his leg just to made you feel more. 

Soon JungKook made you stop. Grabbing your hips he pulled you right above his member. You were going to move and take him in but he kept you still,just rubbing it along with his other hand. It drive you insane so you whined.

“Please...”

JungKook held you chin and made you face him.

“What is it babygirl?”

You whined again.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside”

He smirked as he whispered.

“Such a slut for me, aren’t you?

With a sudden harsh move he pulled you down. His member was inside, deliciously streching your walls. A curse escaped your lips as it felt surreal.JungKook lifted you up and pulled you down harshly once again. It made you scream his name and he loved it. Putting one hand above at roof of the car  and one on his shoulder you allowed him to control you. 

As JungKook easily picked up a fast rythm, you were close. When your screams got louder he stopped to let you take care of it. You could not move that fast because you barely had energy left. You shook your head.

“No...Don’t”

JungKook ignored your plea and exposed your breasts to play with them. They fit perfectly in his hands. Giving them slight squezes he focused on your hardened nubs. Porcelain fingers rubbing and pinching them at the pace your hips were moving. 

You begged again with a whisper and JungKook could not hold it anymore. His large hand grabbed your ass roughly again. Moving your body faster than ever. Your head fell over his shoulder with the euphoric pleasure. 

He was hitting that sweet spot non-stop and it made you dizzy.Unable to open your eyes his name feel as screams from your lips again and again. The pace was unbearable and he was so deep. 

Your body couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“I...I’m gonna”

JungKook whisper through your ear with a rapsy voice in his high.

“Come with me Babygirl”

It became your undoing. Crashing your body, it hit you like a huge wave. Soon Your felt JungKook twiching inside you. His liquid leaking inside. Hazily you watched him. Head thrown back, eyes closed. 

Chests rising then falling with heavy breaths, you two stood like that for a while. Your limp body laid on his muscular, warm body. JungKook wrapped his arms around you. Barely conscious you looked out of the rolled down window of the car. Your voice was still broke but you got curious.

“Where are you taking me?”

Staring down at your with half lid eyes, he nonchalantly whispered.

“Busan... I have 3 days off.”

He got you pissed off but he came up with something to make up to it. It was always like this and you just could not quit. He was too good to quit.

Kill me not ok people?

[dawnjeman]

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Note: I am reposting this due being super busy with my kids’ activities, but I will be back tomorrow with a new post! Thank you!!!

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Beautiful white farmhouse design with triple garage.

Triple Garage

Garage Doors: The brand is South East Door Technologies Southridge. Collection Style: Hampton with windows – similar here.

Grey Shutters Paint Color

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Shutter Hardware: Here

Exterior Sconces: Quoizel Aged Copper Chalmers 1 Light 16” Tall Outdoor Wall Sconce with Clear Glass.

Paint Color

Cedar Shakes Paint Color: Alabaster SW 7008 Sherwin Williams.

Front Door Paint Color

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Front Porch: (1) Quoizel.

Kitchen Cabinet Details

Cabinet Details: All cabinets are Maple hardwood, Shaker style cope & stick door fronts, Cove crown.

Appliances: all KitchenAid.

Kitchen Paint Color

Benjamin Moore OC-65 Chantilly Lace.

Hardwood Floor

Kitchen White Oak Hardwood Floor Source: Hardwood floors throughout main level and 2nd floor hallway are Architexture Medieval Oak engineered hardwoods.

Sink & Faucet

Kitchen Sink: Kohler

Kitchen Faucet: Delta

Bin Pulls: Pottery Barn.

Knobs: Pottery Barn.

Kitchen Runner

Runner: Antique Turkish Oushak Rugs – one of a kind. Similar here, here, here, here, here, here & here (large).

Kitchen Window Sconces

Sconces are Savoy House.

Blinds: Custom blind from Select Blinds: Premier Woven Wood Shade in Boxelder Style.

Island Design

This white farmhouse kitchen features a x side island.

Kitchen Hood

Kitchen Hood: Custom Made Stainless Steel by Vent-A-Hood – similar here.

Stand Mixer: KitchenAid – I have a similar one for more than 12 years! These mixers are so durable! Worth the $!

Backsplash

Backsplash is a classic – and affordable –white subway tile.

Kitchen Runner Ideas

Kitchen Runner: Antique Turkish Oushak Rugs – one of a kind. Similar here.

Pulls

Pulls are from Pottery Barn.

Perimeter Countertop

Kitchen Perimeter Countertop: Black Pearl Honed 3cm Granite.

Kitchen Island

Kitchen island paint color is Benjamin Moore Chantilly Lace. Dimensions: 96.5 X 60

Countertop

Kitchen Island: Bianco Ibiza polished 3cm marble

Faucet

Pre-sink faucet is by Delta.

Kitchen Hutch Cabinet

How inspiring is this kitchen hutch cabinet?! I love this!

Dineware: Owners own collection of vintage Ironstone.

Hutch

Countertop is Black Pearl Granite.

Drawer

Kitchen hutch features a wine drawer. This is a great way to keep your wine handy without having to display them.

Kitchen Island Layout

Kitchen with x side and a smart cabinetry and appliance layout.

Kitchen Counterstool

Counterstools are Hudson Pub Stool from Cost Plus World Market.

Lighting

Kitchen Pendants: Visual Comfort Eugene-large-pendant

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Dining Room

The dining room features shiplap and it is located between the kitchen and the living room.

Hurricane Candle Holder: Pottery Barn – Large & Small.

Vase: Viva Terra.

Lighting

Lighting is Gabby Percy Chandelier.

Dining Table

Dining Table: Four Hands Furniture, Tuscan Extension Dining Table – similar here.

Dining Chairs

Dining Chairs: Cost Plus Bistro Side Chairs in Black – set of 2.

Table Runner

Table Runner: Pottery Barn, Rustic Stripe Runner- Charcoal

Drapes

Drapes: Custom, Maggie Griffin Design for Interiors – similar here.

Paint Color

Chantilly Lace by Benjamin Moore OC-65.

Garden Stool between Chairs: Abbyson Living, Moroccan Ceramic Garden Stool in White

Chairs

Living Room Chairs: Here

Drapery Rods: Meriville 1-Inch Diameter Prima Single Window Treatment Rod in Black

Pillows

Pillows: Pottery Barn, Washed Velvet Pillow.

Farmhouse Fireplace

Beam over Fireplace: Antique Railroad Tie

TV Cabinet

The TV is concealed in the custom farmhouse-inspired cabinet above the fireplace.

Pulls

TV Barn Door Pulls: Magnolia, Iron Pull Bars

Bookshelf Decor

This farmhouse bookshelf features shiplap.

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Farmhouse Ceiling

Ceiling Treatment: 1×6 knotty pine tongue and groove w/ exposed 2×8 rafters in great room

Chandelier

Chandelier: Gabby Home.

Leather Chair: Pottery Barn – discountinued.

TV

Farmhouse Living Room Fireplace with hidden TV Cabinet Above Fireplace

Rug & Sectional

Rug: Custom Fibreworks Kara Collection in Coriander – similar here,  here, here, here & here.

Sectional: Kincaid Custom Select  with custom fabric- similar here & here.

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Pillows

Pillows: Magnolia Home by Joanna Gaines.

Wall Sconces

Sconces are Savoy House Lorainne Single in Oxidized Black.

Floor Lamp: Port 68, Lauderdale Black Floor Lamp

Coffee Table Decor

Wooden Beads: Sugarboo & Company, Wooden Prayer Beads, Cross

Interior Paint Color Sheen

Interior Paint Sheen: Walls-Flat, Shiplap-Satin, Ceilings-Flat, Trim/Doors-Semi Gloss, Stairs- Semi Gloss.

Home Office

Home office is located just off the family room. Half X brace barn doors conceal the space. Similar barn doors – here.

Barn Door Handles: Magnolia, Iron Pull Bars

Barn Doors

Home Office Barn Doors and custom cabinets painted in Benjamin Moore Hale Navy.

Lamp: Port 68, Athens White Lamp

Indoor

The front door was painted in Wythe Blue by Benjamin Moore inside as well.

Sconces can be found here.

Foyer Table

Table: Uttermost Serpentine Chest

Vases

Vases: Magnolia Molly Vases

Foyer Art

Art: Renee Bouchon

Black Stair Treads Paint Color

Black Stair Treads and Railing Paint Color: Black 2132-10 Benjamin Moore.

Stair Runner: Tuflex – Echo Beach Plaza Taupe.

Powder Bath

Floor Tile: Penny Round white glossy mosaic sheet tile.

Wallpaper

Wallpaper: Anthropologie.

Mirror: Gatco.

Lighting: Hudson Valley.

Sink & Faucet

Pedestal sink is Kohler and faucet is also by Kohler.

Towel Ring: Kohler Vibrant Brushed Nickel Artifacts 8″ Towel Ring in Brushed Nickel

Grey with Blue & White

Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Stonington Gray HC-170.

Beds: Monarch Black Metal Full-size Bed Frame

Bedding: LaMont Diamante Matelasse White Full Coverlet

Ruffle Pillowcases: Here & Here.

Bed Skirt: Pine Cone Hill Savannah Linen Chambray French Blue

Pillows: One of a kind Square Feathers Home, Indigo – similar here, here & here.

Lumbar Pillow: Sea Salt Lumbar with Tassel Fringe 13×19 – similar here & here.

Nightstand: similar here, here & here.

Lamp: Fillable Clear Glass Double Gourd Table Lamp.

Plates on Wall: Vintage Blue & White Transferware – similar here & here.

Grey Farmhouse Bedroom

Rugs: Safavieh Courtyard Plaid Grey & Bone Indoor/Outdoor Rug

Bed: Universal, Dogwood-Paula Deen Home, Upholstered Metal Bed

Lamps: Similar here, here, here, here & here.

Nightstands: Kosas Home (out of stock – Dresser can be found here) similar nightstand – here & here.

Ceiling Fan (not shown): Hunter Anslee 46” Celing Fan.

Drapery Rods: Urbanest.

Pillows

Accent Pillows: Square Feathers Home – similar style: here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here.

Paint Color

Stonington Gray HC-170 Benjamin Moore.

Bedding: Pottery Barn.

Lumbar Pillow: Lacefield Designs.

Artwork: Vintage Paint By Numbers.

Guest Bathroom Countertop

Carrera polished 1.6cm piedrafina

Lighting: Kichler.

Faucet: Kohler.

Vanity Paint Color

Hardware: Amerock Mulholland in satin nickel.

Towel Ring: Delta Brilliance Stainless Dryden Towel Ring.

Mirror: Hitchcock Butterfield Company, Coastal Weathered Gray with Gray Mat.

Bathroom Floor Tile: Penny Round white matte mosaic sheet tile.

Shower

Shower wall tile is a black subway tile with Platinum grout. Similar tile here.

Shower Floor Tile

Shower Floor Tile: Penny Round tile.

Charcoal Vanity Bathroom

Peppercorn Sherwin Williams.

Countertop is Carrera polished 1.6cm Piedrafina.

Hardware: Amerock.

Floor Tile: White Penny Round tile.

Bathroom Faucet: Kohler.

Paint Color

Bedroom paint color Sherwin Williams SW 6519 Hinting Blue cut by 50%.

Chandelier

Chandelier: Mercana Phillum Cream Wood Hanging 6 Light Fixture

Bed

Bed: Hooker Furniture Corsica Upholstered Shelter Bed.

Bedding

Bedding: Pottery Barn, Belgian Flax Linen Diamond Quilt and Shams, in White

Bench: Wisteria, Modern Banquet Bench with French Blue Cover.

Pillows

Accent Pillows: Lacefield Designs – similar here.

Accent Pillow: Lacefield Gloria Applique 22×22 Pillow with Natural and Oyster Linen – similar here, here & here.

Jute Rug

Jute Rug: Natura Handspuk Jute in Natural.

Antique Rug

Antique Rug: Antique Turkish Oushak Rug- similar (many sizes) here, here, here, here, here & here.

Quilt

Quilt at the End of Bed: Pottery Barn, Belgian Flax Linen Diamond Quilt in Natural.

Bedroom Mirrors

Mirrors: Bassett Mirror Company, Elberta Wall Mirror.

Nightstands

Nightstands: Gabby, Sarah Chests

Master Bathroom

Shiplap Wall & Shiplap Vaulted Ceiling Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Chantilly Lace.

Vanity

Master Bath Hardware: CB2 – Hex Brushed Brass Knobs, 5” and 6” bar handles.

Towel Ring: Top Knobs Flat Black Hopewell Bath Towel Ring in Flat Black.

Mirrors: Pottery Barn Teen – Scallop Gold Leaf Mirror.

Sconces

Bathroom Sconce: Kichler Alton 3 Light Bathroom Vanity.

Faucet

Master Bathroom Faucet: Delta.

Countertop

Countertop: Bianco Ibiza polished 3cm marble

Paint Color

Master Bathroom Cabinets: Benjamin Moore Chantilly Lace with Shaker doors.

The homeowner painted the  Pottery Barn mirrors in Benjamin Moore 2132-10 Black – High Gloss sheen.

Floor Tile

Master Bath Tile: White matte 1×1 hex tile

Master Bath Perimeter Tile: Black matte 1×1 hex tile

Black & White Bathtub

Bathtub: Signature Hardware, Eden Black Acrylic Freestanding Tub – similar here.

Bath Faucet

Bath faucet is by Delta.

Sconces

Bath Sconces: Kichler.

Decorative Ladder: Laurel Foundry – out of stock – similar here.

Layout

Robe Hooks (by shower): Nameek Black Boutique Hotel Wall Mounted Robe Hook in Black

Shower

Master Shower Tile: Largo 3×6 white glazed field tile

Black & White

Timeless and yet fresh take on black and white!

Farmhouse Mudroom

Hardware: Pottery Barn

Paint Color

Cabinets, walls and trim are painted in BM Chantilly Lace.

Tile

Floor Tile: Galaxy Nero 12×24 tile in herringbone pattern – similar here & here.

Mudroom Lighting: (2) Millennium Galvanized R Series 1 Light 17” Wide Warehouse Pendant

Home Exteriors & Gardens

Modern Farmhouse Floor Plan – Main Floor.

Upper Level

Modern Farmhouse Upper Level Floor Plan.

Modern Farmhouse Front Elevation

Inspiring modern farmhouse front elevation.

Exteriors

Reed Brothers Design & Build.

Roof Line

Reed Brothers Design & Build.

Garage Inspo

Garage Lighting: (2) Quoizel.

Windows

Windows: Plygem 4800 series white aluminum

Roof

Roofing: IKO Cambridge Color: Harvard Slate

Screen Porch Railing

Reed Brothers Design & Build.

Screen Porch Inspiration

Reed Brothers Design & Build.

Porch Ceiling Fan

Screened Porch Ceiling Fan: MinkaAire Oil Rubbed Slipstream 65” 8 Blade Indoor/Outdoor Ceiling Fan with Blades and Light Kit Included

Patio Lighting

Patio Sconces: Quoizel.

White Shingle & White Brick

Shingle and brick are painted in Alabaster Sherwin Williams.

Let’s Pin! Exterior Color Scheme

Exterior Color Palette: Siding Paint Color: Alabaster by Sherwin Williams.

Shutters Paint Color: Pavestone SW 7642 Sherwin Williams.

Front Door: Benjamin Moore Wythe Blue.

Pinnable Color Palettes

Best Gray paint Colors by Benjamin Moore: Revere Pewter, Chelsea Gray, Stonington Gray, Gray Owl, Kendall Charcoal, Pale Oak, Edgecomb Gray, Moonshine, Hazy Skies, Halo, Horizon – Benjamin Moore Grey Paint Colors.

Home Featured – Architectural design & builder: Reed Brothers Design & Build – Todd W. Reed (Instagram)

I would like to thank the homeowner for sharing all decor sources with us!

Interior Decorator: Maggie Griffin Design.

Cabinetmaker: Covenant Woodworks.

Photography: Alexandra Haynes Photography, Carnet Studios & Trevor Reed.

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Cars And Truck Salesperson: Dream Job or Living Hell?

I bought a car last week! I purchased a 17 reg with low miles. I understand: I understand, you're thinking - 'What did I get? What did I swap my infamous Focus ST3 for? Porsche 911? Jaguar XJR? Alpina B5 BiTurbo Touring?'

Well, no. I still have the Focus and I haven't switched the present Mrs. Stanley's Toyota Verso for something better either. I DID see a great Mercedes C63 AMG that I COULD be lured to, you can see it here:-

Nice car for ₤ 25,500 eh? Certainly fast! Probably not as enjoyable to drive as the Focus ST3. Sadly I do not think today Mrs. Stanley would go for it either. To be truthful, the greatest concern with this car is that I live in Stoke-on-Trent, and literally the ONLY people who drive these sort of things in Stoke are essentially drug barons. If I had this I 'd probably discover myself either continuously being pulled over and looked for drugs, or having addicts tapping on my window asking to purchase a quarter of angel dust or something ...

So no. What DID I buy?I actually purchased a Toyota Pro Ace van for work. That looked rather like this:-

Now that's not going to set the pulse racing, however the sales chap I'm giving it to drive is literally over the moon! He's trading his small Vauxhall Combination for it, which indicates he will not have to borrow our rather ancient, smelly, rather knackered, old Transit as often. The very best compliment we have actually had for the Transit recently was 'It's a deathtrap' but I honestly think they were being too kind. It really is horrible!So what about

being a Cars and truck Salesman?Well these 2 automobiles show the point. They were both on the exact same forecourt of a vehicle supermarket. The guy flogging us the van wasn't precisely a van enthusiast. He appeared to see his job as, to basically follow us around while we discussed it-then sit in the middle seat on the test drive and make innuendo-filled anecdotes about the motorist touching his knee whenever he altered gear.

Aren't you suppose to take me out to supper first?CAR Salesman As

petrolheads,

it's simple to presume being a car sales representative would be our dream job. Would it be? Yes, there was a pretty delicious C63 AMG on sale. There was an 'alright' Abarth 595 Turismo and a number of dull-as-wallpapering Golf GTis. Basically many of the stock was about as exciting as reading terms and conditions or license agreements.I DID have a bit

of banter with the sales man and he kind of halfheartedly attempted to lure me into considering the Merc. At the conclusion of it however, I asked him what being an automobile salesman resembled. I enjoy discussing vehicles, I enjoy writing about automobiles. I love squandering countless pounds ALTERING cars and trucks every now and then!So definitely I 'd

love being an Automobile Salesperson?

Well, in fact ... No! It ends up that the majority of people who walk in searching for an automobile are basically purchasing something since their old car is knackered, or doesn't satisfy their requirements any more. They're changing cars and trucks begrudgingly. Knowing they are going to lose money in the change however hoping not to lose too much and to end up with something less expensive to run.

They more or less want X yards of automobile. Is it low-cost to purchase? Cheap to run? Does it look great? Is it a great colour? The number of cup holders has it got?The sad truth, is that this the crap most vehicle purchasers are interested in. And it is unfortunate! Someplace some boffin has actually spent hours of his life doing sums and drawing things to make the engine more effective or more torquey. Teams of people have worked for years, designing, testing and enhancing the suspension to provide a much better ride - however most vehicle purchasers just do not care.Ultimately I do not believe it matters. The cars and truck lovers won't need to ask the sales dude the number of Nm of peak torque a prospective buy produces -they'll understand already. Yes, you might sometimes get a petrolhead walk in whom you can take pleasure in talking technical things about vehicles with to build up his desire- however I think these remain in reality, a rare client. Being a vehicle salesman is most likely a lot like being a cleaning device

salesperson -you most likely don't truly require to know much. You can most likely basically blag it. Automobile sales is a high-pressure environment

, where your continuing employment is reliant on outcomes. It's probably a bit like being a football supervisor. You'll get all the assistance and love when you're winning, however the minute you begin falling down the league-people will begin calling for you to resign.You don't really require to know a lot about cars to be a great

cars and truck salesperson. The truth is being good with people and comprehending sales psychology is FAR MORE important.So would it be a petrolhead's dream job? I honestly do not think so.

You 'd seem like you were banging your head against the

wall, spending all day listening to people discuss the most banal and dull functions in cars. You 'd have the sales supervisor yelling at you to shift more entirely uninteresting little shopping trolleys with poxy little whizz-pop engines or diesel barges come rep-mobiles. Simply put, I believe it 'd be soul-destroying. Of course, if you discovered you had a propensity for it, and might shift some severe vehicles ... Well it may go differently.

If you out-sold the remainder of the group, 3 days in a row? Well, who understands! The sales supervisor might let you take the C63 AMG house!