#n vision 74

[zikbitume]

Japanese car fan, would follow @autoass on Twitter

[kansukansu]

everyone say hello to hyundai girl

[itcars]

Hyundai N Vision 74

Image by Frederick Unflath || IG

[neutron669]

N Vision 74 near lake Como

[indeedgoodman]

[masoncarr2244]

2022 Hyundai N Vision 74

[mehanizem]

Hyundai N Vision 74

[locrianking]

That sounds pretty cool 😎!! But in general I think hydrogen powered cars are misunderstood and don't really have a future, compared to "regular" electric cars. But still great project :)

oh yeah, hydrogen has a looooooong way to go. right now, hydrogen ICEs are really only an option if you’re interested in, uh, having your car explode. but i don’t think we should give up on it! i’m extremely anti-lithium ion for many reasons (i’ve made multiple posts on the topic, if you’re interested in hearing my reasoning), and while i think e-fuel is probably our current best path forwards, i’d love to see more time + research go into hydrogen ICEs :))

[grayrazor]

Whelp, looks like somebody's taking their shot at it. Specifically Hyundai.

Somebody should steal what little thunder the Cybertruck has by making an EV that actually looks like an ‘80s “wedge car.”

Make Al’s future car from Quantum Leap real.

[carolmunson]

must be a kind of blind love

(older!modern!eddie - interlude blurbie) orange colored sky setlist

a/n: wrote this little older!eddie blurbie in honor of me needing glasses. my birthday is tomorrow so consider this an early present from me. this doesn't have to fit in order of any time line, it's just cute and fluffy. however, there are some exciting revelations in here.

tw: references to smut, foul language, otherwise pretty tame. idiots in love.

"Yyyyell-o." "You gotta stop answering the phone like that, Ed."

"It's how I always answer the phone, baby -- it's like a muscle memory."

"Ooh, muscle memory, big word for you," you chuckle, you can hear him click clacking against his keyboard on the other end, "You busy?"

"Not too busy, you okay?" he asks, the click clacking slows down to a stop, you hear the roll of his desk chair and some shuffling, the sound of an iPhone being unplugged from his computer.

"So um, I just left the doctors..."

"Okay before you finish what you're saying, I need you to never start a phone call with 'I just left the doctors...' fours days after we had sex," he interrupts, "We clear on that?"

You laugh, it's hearty and bubbly, enough to calm him from the heart racing 'what ifs' running through his head, "Yes, we're clear -- but you knew I had this doctor's appointment!"

"I know, but still -- how'd it go? Everything good?"

"Well..." you start, "It was an eye doctor appointment, like, an optometrist."

"I know what an optomestrist is, baby girl," he says sweetly, "But thank you for clarifying."

"Anyway I went and got my eyes check and uh..." you trail off, not wanting to say it. You can hear the low giggle coming from his throat, practically see the smile in his next sentence.

"Aw, you need glasses, don't you, peach?" he smirks into his question, heading down the metal staircase into the kitchen to refill his coffee cup.

"Yeah," you say poutily, "And now my eyes hurt cause they did dialysis on my eyes I mean -- dialated my eyes, whoops."

"I would hope they didn't perform dialysis on your eyes, jesus," he still can't hold back his gruff giggle, "Is it bad? What's your perscription?"

"I think it's honestly just an astigmatism? But better safe than sorry," you explain, "Don't make fun of me."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna make fun of you," Eddie pops the mug into the microwave, "Now you know how I feel every time you tell me to put my glasses on. Not fun gettin' old, is it?"

"You make it look pretty fun," you shrug, walking over to the train. The printed out paper with your perscription on it is blinding outside, the white glaring into your dilated pupils, "Fuck that's bright."

"I'm almost done with work for today, you wanna just come to mine?" he asks, "We can go look for frames for you."

"You're gonna be mean," you complain, "I don't like when you're mean."

"I won't be mean, I promise."

"Do you want me to come over?" you ask.

He bites his tongue, wanting to reply with a snappy 'Would I have invited you if I didn't?' but he can tell you just need the reassurance.

"I'd love to see you," his voice warm honey while it drips into the receiver, "Of course I want you to come over. You getting on the train?"

"Yeah I'm like, maybe twenty minutes way," you smile.

"Well then I'll see you in twenty, okay?" "Okay."

He spends the first couple minutes teasing you when you get in to get it out of his system, peppering you with kisses when your fake pout gets too cute for him. Eddie gives you his glasses to try on but you squint.

"These are too blurry," you shake your head, scrunching your nose in a way that has him melting.

"Well that's cause my visions a little worse than yours," he shrugs, plucking them off your face by the bridge and popping them onto his own.

"I think your glasses are nice," you shrug, "They make you look handsome."

"Handsome, huh?" he quirks a brow, "I think they make me look like my uncle. He's like, 74."

"You don't look 74," you roll your eyes.

"No?"

"No, babe," you say sweetly, tilting your head when you look at him, "You look at least 72."

He clicks his tongue and puffs out a breath, "How did I know?"

"You love it," you smirk, kissing his cheek and then the tip of his nose.

"Yeah, yeah, I love it," he nods along, tilting his head up to kiss your lips. He pulls you in close to him, taking a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island where you stand between his thighs.

Yeah, yeah, I love it. I love you. I think I love you.

"When your eyes feel a little less blurry you wanna look for some frames?" he asks, noses touching. You nod, feeling safe in his hold, eyes fluttering closed when he kisses your cheek. Eddie's full lips kiss from your cheek to your jaw, to the top of your neck -- implying all the ideas he has in mind to pass the time.

"We can fool around if you want," he asks against your skin, "That sound good to you, four eyes?"

You groan into a laugh, shoving him lightly off you, "Fuck you."

Laughing in the kitchen together is his new favorite past time.

Cat-eye, round, square, wire-rimmed, low brow -- there's too many options. You chew on your lower lip looking at the walls of frames, trying to not get in the way of other people while they grab pairs to try on in the brightly lit mirrors.

"Where do I even start?" you ask yourself, feeling Eddie close behind you. His hand presses against your mid back, leading you over to a wall that doesn't have people crowded around it. It gives you a moment to breathe, he rubs your shoulder as it relaxes.

"What types of sunglasses to you normally wear?" he asks, "That's a good place to start."

You had a few fake pairs of Raybans, a couple cat-eye frames from when you were in your early twenties. One pair of rimless glasses from a 90s party that you don't totally hate. You reach for the Wayferer shaped ones, wire rim bottom and flat top -- you find it accentuates your brows in a way that isn't quite right. They sit uneven on your face.

"These are awful," you mumble, taking them off.

"No they're not," he assures. He grabs a few pairs that are sort of ridiculous just to get you laughing -- big wild pairs with bright colors, a pair of transition lens aviators that look straight out of a serial killer movie, exaggerated cat eye lenses that he said his great aunt would've worn in the 80s. He heals every tease with a gentle kiss to your temple or forehead just over the bridge of your nose.

Eventually he starts looking at sunglasses for himself while you gain the confidence to go for it on your own. It's not lost on him when some of the ladies who work there come over to see if he needs help that they're flirting, and to be fair, he's never one to not indulge. You catch his eye in an opposite mirror where he gives you a wink -- he blushes when you roll your eyes in return.

You finally think you've settled on a pair you like, one that surprises you. Thin wire rimmed, brushed gold, they sit slightly round over your face, dipping a bit onto the tops of your cheeks. They don't accentuate whatever is happening with your brow line, they almost feel like they're supposed to be there. Your next thought sounds like your mom in your ear -- They go with everything!

You push your hair back, seeing if you'll still like them with your hair out of the way and down again. You snap a picture -- well, you snap a few. You don't hate it.

"Hey," you call out, tapping on his shoulder when you get behind him, "What do you think?"

Eddie turns, smoothly taking off the new sunglasses he was considering, "Lemme see."

"Oh honey," he coos, "Oh my god you look like a sweet little secretary."

"Stop," you laugh, heat hitting your cheeks at his praise. "Gotta get you a type writer so you can come work for me," he eggs on playfully, "You can screen all my calls. Maybe earn some over time..."

"Don't be annoying," you chide, slapping at his arm when he snakes it around you.

"No, peach you look so sweet," he gushes, "Really."

"I don't look like a nerd?" you ask, looking into the mirror again.

"Of course you do," he confirms, "But that's what I like about them. Plus, they go with everything."

"We'll be like twins," you say with a nudge, "Yours are sort of like this but silver."

"You're right," he nods, "Look at that, nerds in love."

He gives you a quick kiss -- but both of your hearts sink when the weight of what he says hits both your ears. Nerds in love.

In love.

In love.

You hear him swallow and you do the same. There's a jitter to both of you after, like both of you are pretending to not have heard that sentence. Like it didn't happen.

"So you like these ones?" he asks, voice cracking like a teenager. He clears his throat before flagging over one of the women who offered to help him before, "Can we uh, can we get these set up with her prescription?"

The woman's smile is dazzling, perfect for retail -- you'd buy anything she told you to buy. She takes the pair in your hand and goes to work, calling you both over to the iPads by the check out desk to get the order in. Your heart hammers while you make your way over.

"Ed, I don't even know how much those cost," you say under your breath.

"It doesn't matter," he mumbles back, "You're not paying for 'em."

"Ed," you protest, "No." You shake your head, the serious look on your face makes his chest hot with embarrassment.

But he's quick, he's a loverboy for a reason, "Just think of it as insurance for all the jokes I get to make at your expense. I'm earning my right to bully you by buying them."

"You're so dumb," you huff, taking his hand while he reaches out to you to place your order.

"You love it."

"Yeah, yeah, I love it."

I love it, you think, I think I love you.

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[nahoyasboyfriend]

Run from me

Warning: very vague gore at the end tried to keep that as short as possible. If you don't want to read about being chased this is not for you

Word count: 1k

Tagging: @slvt4jamesmarch

A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this so I hope it's good. Sorry if there are any errors. I tried to fix most of them, but I may have missed a few. To whoever requested this I love you so much!!!

You awake to the sound of someone knocking on the door. It's probably someone who got their room mixed up. sluggishly, you drag yourself out of bed, carefully ambling to the door. You yawn, blinking the last bit of sleep from your eyes. You don't bother to grab your phone. You plan to go back to bed anyway. It's still dark outside, and your alarm hasn't gone off.

You open the door and there's a man standing before you. He dressed like he was ripped fresh out of the 1920s. His hair slicked down, and he had a thin mustache. Your eyes scan over his outfit, a pin striped suit with an ascot around his neck, and a bowler hat to top it all off. He donned a charming smile, and you brush off the unease that settles in your stomach.

"I think you have the wrong room," you state plainly. All you wanted to do was go back to bed, and sleep the weirdness of this encounter away.

"No, I don't believe I do. if I recall correctly, this is room 74." he says, his inky black eyes never leaving your own.

Sighing, you lightly shake your head, taking a step closer to him, "this is the room they gave me, so there must be a mix up. I can even show you the key they gave me. It has the room number."

You turn around, and you're yanked into the firmness of his chest. Before you can even think of screaming, his big hand clamps over your mouth. "when I let go, I want you to run," he purred, voice molasses-smooth, and you shudder from the feeling of his breath against your ear. You don't make a noise, afraid it'll make everything more real. "And if you make it to the lobby, you get to live."

You think, for a brief moment, if you pray hard enough you'll wake up in your bed, and this will just be a horrible nightmare, but it isn't. It's very much real, and when his bruising grip is finally released you realize the only thing you can do is run like he requested.

And that's exactly what you do, you dart off, hoping that if you're fast enough you'll be able to make it out of here alive. You glance behind you, expecting him to be right on your tail chasing behind you. Strangely, he isn't. You see him back where you left him, taking his time. His gait is steady and slow. He's playing with you and that thought alone makes you sick.

The idea sends a wave of determination through you. You can't let it end here in an old shitty hotel. You duck a corner, and you're met with more rooms with no end in sight. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. You scream out, and your lungs ache from the exertion. You feel aimless in a way, unsure of where you are going. You don't know where any of the exits were located, or if there even are any. You wonder if this is pointless; if all roads lead to your inevitable doom.

Though the assumption of what he'll do to you if he catches you pushes you on. Being tortured didn't sound like the way you wanted to go, but not dying at all would be the preferred option. You could hear him humming behind you, a faint sound. Something you wouldn't have noticed if you didn't focus. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, and you're sure if it wasn't you would have collapsed by now.

The halls of the hotel slowly start bleeding together the more corners you turn. Every hall looks identical to another, so much so you start to wonder if you're going in circles. You slowly begin to believe that this wasn't a hotel at all, and more like a labyrinth. A place designed to swallow helpless people like yourself whole. Losing hope, you scream louder, begging for anyone to save you. You weren't the most religious, but you found yourself wishing that somehow god would save you.

The man lets out a deafening laugh, muttering something you couldn't catch. He sounded closer than before. More tears rolled down your face, your eyes flitting around searching for another person. Goddamnit, does anyone work here?

The sound of his footsteps got quicker and louder. The sound was maddening. You couldn't tell if he was right behind you, and you were too frightened to check. The exhaustion was slowly starting to catch up with you. Your feet felt like rocks, every step taking more effort than the last. Your skin is covered in goosebumps from the chill of the hotel. The flimsy nightgown you have on doing nothing to shield you from the bite of the air conditioner.

You can barely force enough air into your lungs, each sharp breath sending a rush of pain through you. You could see another corner coming up. You could only pray that you'd finally reached an exit. That maybe your key to freedom was right in front of you. You quickly discovered It wasn't. When you reach the corner, a flood of dread is washed over you. A dead end. You let out a broken sob, stumbling down the hall. The sound of his mellow hum, creeping closer and closer.

As you staggered down the hall the only thing that ran through your head was: why? Why was he doing this to you? Why couldn't it be someone else? Why is life so cruel?

When you reach the end of the hallway, you just stand there for a moment, silently listening to him walk to you. When he's within your reach you whip around, wildly swinging your arms to hit him. He catches one of your hands, but the other lands a clean strike on his jaw. You freeze for a moment, uncertain of what to do next. He regains composure almost immediately, squeezing your wrists in a tight fist.

"you did good, dear. very good," he croons and thrusts your body against the wall and you groan out in pain. You feel a searing pain in your stomach, and you hesitantly look down to see his knife buried to hilt in your stomach. You try to scream but only a wet gurgle comes out. He twists the knife for extra measure before pulling the blade out of you. You slump forward, your consciousness slipping through your fingers like sand. Right before you lose your last bit of consciousness you hear him add, "unfortunately not good enough."

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 80. brb x oc

a/n: apparently this hellsite can't handle the amount of chapters I have??? 8) so I uh, cut them in half but kept chapter one because it's the main masterlist for all the chapters. IM TIRED OF THIS WEBSITE I SWEAR part 2. this is how it's going to go now folks :(

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff................plus smth else uwu

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-

A few things happened before the Hard Deck’s Halloween party:

Evelyn told Jake about the pregnancy.

Jake told everyone in the group chat about the pregnancy

Guillermo was coming back to California.

Beatrice couldn’t believe it when Leonardo told her about it and she felt a bit nervous because the last time she talked with her brother it wasn’t…nice. They hadn’t really chatted fully ever since their argument about their cousins so hearing that he was coming to California was strange.

She even told Rooster that and her husband just looked back at her to say that ‘maybe he just wanted to see you’ which would be understandable. She didn’t know when she’d be able to see her brother, but she’d like to…just so they could resolve everything.

Beatrice sighed deeply,closing her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bathtub, fluffy robe covering her body and the steam from her bath still swirling in the air. She couldn’t help but smile a little when she heard Rooster’s voice as he talked to Nicole downstairs, letting their daughter know of their plans for that day was absolutely adorable and helped her heart feel at ease.

Not only that but she was happy that Nikki could handle being away from them a little better now, she was going to stay with her nonni and her cousins for tonight, Bianca and Éwoyn were already attached to Nicole the moment they met her. Not to mention that Bianca was already old enough to carry Nikki around even without being asked to.

Beatrice rubbed her face before holding it up with her hands as she stared at the tiles beneath her feet, she could see part of her reflection on them. She was a bit tired, she had to admit, thankfully the work with Marcus was at its end so she wouldn’t have to worry about it for too long. With motherhood,the bar and Marcus she was surprised she was still standing…although Rooster always helped her whenever he could and he did a wonderful job.

She knew she needed a bit of rest and she rarely took more than a few days off from the bar…maybe she should talk to Penny about it? She knew her boss would understand,especially because of Jessie now.

“Babe?” Rooster’s voice comes from behind the closed door “Gorgeous,you there?”

‘Yeah,” she says,dropping her hands to squeeze them between her thighs, “I’m here.”

‘Everything okay?”

Oh, he was so sweet. She smiles before replying, “Everything good,Roos. Everything okay with Nikki?”

“Yeah,she’s bouncing around a bit but she’s fine. Aren’t you honey?”

Beatrice smiles hearing Nicole’s babbling from beyond the door, looking down at her robe covered self and finally standing up to open it. The vision of her handsome husband holding their adorable daughter would never tire her if she was completely honest with herself, “Well,hello!” she coos as she leans closer to pick Nicole up, grinning at her baby girl “You look so cute like this, daddy did a wonderful job!”

And he was getting better at dressing Nicole up too, he often leaned towards colorful pants and one of the mini band shirts he was hellbent on buying for Nicole but it was adorable. Right now she was wearing a Fleetwood Mac shirt - the Rumors Album, one of Beatrice’s favorites - and soft blue pants with her hair pulled up in pigtails, “I think I’m getting used to it, isn’t that right honey?” he says gently, kissing his daughter’s cheek, “Anyway, you wanna go get ready?”

“Oh,I will.” she smiles, “I’m glad she had fun with you.”

“She did, we always have fun don’t we Birdie?”

Beatrice smiles up at him, leaning up to kiss his chin, “I’ll wait for you outside.” she says sweetly, holding Nicole close to herself as she leaves the bathroom but not before giving her husband an appreciative look and only looking away when he closed the door, smirking at her. She breathed in slowly, “Alright,so,Nikki.” she smiles down at her daughter, “Here’s what’s going to happen tonight: me and daddy are going out tonight and you’ll have to spend the night with your nonni. Just for a little bit…and tomorrow is Halloween! Isn’t that fun? Your very first Halloween!”

Nicole had no idea what Halloween was but her mother’s happy expression was more than enough for her to smile, “Oh,oh! Roos!” 

She hears the showers’ door open as the water keeps on falling “Yeah?”

“Nikki is five months old!” she smiles at the baby girl who was too busy running her hands on the soft texture of her mother’s robe, “Can you believe it?”

“...wait,already?”

“Yeah!”

“Holy shit.”

Beatrice laughs at Rooster’s absolutely stupefied response, the door sliding shut because it was very possible her husband still had to digest how fast Nicole was growing. Their daughter already knew how to lift her head and turn to look at people, she knew how to roll onto her stomach and hold herself up with her elbows, “...soon enough you’ll be going to college-”

“Don’t even joke about that!”

“I didn’t know you were still listening!”

“I have amazing hearing,gorgeous.” 

Beatrice just smiles more, kissing the top of Nicole’s head before she settles the baby down on the bed. They didn’t mind having a couples costume in mind…however, Beatrice still had that flapper outfit Shells got her and Rooster had a few other suits he never wore so, two birds one stone!

As Beatrice changed into her costume, she kept her eyes on Nicole at all times, only moving her gaze away when she heard her phone buzz on the nightstand, “It’s probably your grandparents.” she smiles at Nicole, “Wanting to know when you are showing up.” but the second she unlocks her phone to check, she’s surprised to see that the one in question is Guillermo,not her parents.

She hesitates in opening his message, even if she could see it was only the curt message of ‘hi’ and nothing more. She was still unsure about his presence in California, she didn’t know exactly what he wanted to accomplish - she knew he’d never come to the bar either, so she could relax on that part, he wouldn’t show up unannounced there.

Right?

Beatrice was still staring at her phone, debating if she should reply or not, groaning quietly only for her to toss it to the side and focus on anything else but her older brother. Nicole just stared up at her, big light green eyes meeting her mother’s darker ones and Beatrice’s humor lifted completely just by her baby daughter’s expression, “You are so cute, yes you are!” she coos, leaning down to kiss Nicole’s neck, loving how she giggled and waved her hands in the air, “You are the cutest thing ever!”

And Beatrice should think about other things in the end.

It wasn’t like she’d see Guillermo so soon.

-

The last time she saw her brother in the bar, it wasn’t pretty, in fact it was one of the worst nights of her life since she started working there. But it was the beginning of her and Rooster’s relationship, if it wasn’t for that specific moment he wouldn’t have asked her out and she wouldn’t have accepted so eagerly.

So seeing Guillermo’s name on her phone again she wished to forget. She stood behind the counter, slowly sliding behind Penny and shoving her phone inside the hidden pockets of her dress, choosing to ignore him for now…only for her to stand in front of Michael Myers’ pale face. “You know you can’t hide from him.” Mikey was so creative with his costumes.

Beatrice sent a glare to the expressionless latex mask, looking back to where the phone was and then back to Michael, “I am going to try.”

Her brother lifted the bottom of the mask to pull it up to his forehead, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks and neck, “Listen, just answer him once you are on break.” he shrugs, lifting the bottle to his lips, “You know he’s not going to stop until you do answer him.”

“Michael, I don't really want to talk to him.”

“I’m just sayin’.” he shrugs, “Rip the band aid where it hurts.”

But Beatrice didn’t want to do that yet, especially considering that her brother wasn’t there, at the bar, with everyone else. She just shook her head, avoiding the fourth oldest sibling by walking away. As she moves however, her humor shifts when she sees Rooster there, leaning his elbow on the countertop and his opposite hand in his pants pocket, “Hi.” he grins, “Don’t you look ravishing?”

She just looked down at her flapper outfit, swinging her hips just so the tiny beads moved along with it, “I feel pretty good, yeah…anyway, second round?”

“Oh yeah,Jake is having a great time,” both of them turned to where Hangman was alongside Evelyn. Both of them were dressed as zombies - of course they were - and Jake had one of his hands atop his girlfriend’s stomach, “At least Nikki will have a buddy soon.”

“Yeah.” Bea smiles, “I think so too. Be right back.” she turns away from him to grab the said beers, only to look back at the three recruits entering the bar. The three men met her gaze, saluted and then awkwardly lowered their hands to give her a wave, one she reciprocated with a smile. 

She wasn’t looking but she heard the known ‘sir!’ coming from them as they walked past Rooster ‘you look really good,sir!’ ‘you don’t have to call me sir all the time.’ ‘okay sir!’ she had to bite her lip to hold back the laughter because of Rooster’s tone. 

As she returns, placing the bottles in front of him, he just gives her a tired look, “Your fanboys are here,I see.”

“Oh,not you too.”

“What? I think it’s cute.”

Her husband just gives her another look, but this one instead of turning into a glare, slowly slides down her body to where her stocking clad thighs were visible, “Cute,huh? I’ll remember that.” he straightens himself to grab the bottles, still looking over at Beatrice as he backs away from the bar, smirking at her flushed complexion until he turns around.

Beatrice just smiles, turning around to greet another patron only to feel a presence on her side. Big blue eyes stared right back at her, brows low and eyelids narrowed just enough, “Shells?”

“When did you find out that Ev had a baby?”

Beatrice looks from the blonde to the patron - who luckily was too busy chatting with his friends to notice this conversation - and back at her, “Shells maybe we shouldn’t talk about this here and now,huh? Let’s just focus on giving people their drinks.”

“Okay, but when did you find that out?”

Beatrice sighed heavily, turning around to place the drinks on the blonde’s tray, gently turning her around and patting her shoulders, “Go on now, there’s stuff to do Shells.” and while she understood her friend’s curiosity about the subject - something undoubtedly would be the main focus of many conversations for a long time - she knew that Evelyn wouldn’t want ot have her personal life shared within the vicinity of the bar itself.

“Bea,” Penny calls from the side, seeing her boss dressed like an elf was weirdly fitting for her, “Can you please take this outside?” she holds a box filled with paper cups, “The last patrons made a huge mess and I only managed to clean it now.”

‘Sure,Penny!” Beatrice takes hold of the box, looking back to see Rooster’s head already lifted to meet her gaze, “I’ll be right back.’ and her husband immediately stood up, following her outside until she reached the large trash bins.

Beatrice didn’t even have to turn around to feel the warmth that exuded from him, it was like a cocoon that wrapped itself around her no matter how far he was, “Roos.” she begins as she shoves the box into the trash bin, “You didn’t have to follow me outside.”

“Hm,I didn’t, but I wanted to.” he smirks, looking around to check if they were alone to press a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Roos! I’m working!”

“It’s a quick kiss! And Penny is inside and we are alone here.” he whispers, kissing her cheek again, “You can’t be mad at me for wanting to kiss that pretty face of yours.”

Beatrice just giggles quietly, gently swatting his chest with the back of her hand and stepping away from him when she feels his large hand hovering by her hip, turning around just enough to give him a look, “Can you behave until we leave for the party?” his eyes drop down her body then move back up to her face, that boyish grin appearing and making her knees weak.

“I always behave.”

“Do you?’

“When time calls for it.” he says with a half shrug, “God,Bea, I swear there’s not a day that goes by without you getting prettier. It’s unfair.” his wife just blushes a bright red, rolling her eyes playfully as she laughs. “Can I get just one kiss before we go back?”

“You already kissed me.” she smiles, “Besides it’s not my break yet.”

“Please? It’s Halloween.”

“So?” she giggles at his pout, making those lips of his appear even more delicious than they already were, “Tell you what, if you behave well enough tonight…I will…give you more than a kiss later.” she says with her hands behind her back, backing away from him with that cute smile adorning her face.

“Oh?”

“Hmhm…” she drawls out while nodding, “And I’ll use my mouth…for other things.” and she bit her lower lip. Rooster had to hold back, he physically had to clench his legs so he wouldn’t lunge himself at her. He chews the inside of his cheek, the movement creating a little dimple on it as he looks at her face, pursing his lips to hold back his smile.

“Careful.” he says after a while, voice deep and with hints of pure want in every syllable, “Keep talking like that and the later will be sooner than you think.” his eyes follow every shiny bead on that dress, the low neckline that showed some of her cleavage and the tiny particles of glitter that stick to her skin.

“Is that a warning,Lieutenant?”

He inhales sharply, “It’s a promise.” he steps closer to their chests are barely touching, looking down at those big green eyes and red lips with so much desire Beatrice was sure she’d faint because of the intensity, “And you know I never break my promises.”

“I know.’ she whispers, running her hands on the black tie that hid under the dark gray vest, “...you know you look really good like this.” that vest made his broad shoulders appear broader and tapered at his waist in a way it made him look so much bigger than normal. She loved it. She gently thumbed the dark buttons, “We better go back inside.”

“We better.” he smirks, “The sooner you go back, the sooner we can leave.”

“Oh? You suddenly wants me to get out sooner than planned,Rooster?”

“I’d love that.” he coos, gently touching the side of her face, “But you still have your job and Penny needs you.”

Beatrice smiles sweetly at him, quickly kissing the tip of his thumb before walking away from him. Rooster has to wait a bit, chuckling to himself and running his hand through the combed back sandy brown strands as he tried to control his dirty thoughts, Beatrice leaving him alone there as he does so.

But when he looks back up, about to turn to go back inside the bar, he stops. A flash of blue catches the corner of his eye, right on the road and he stops. He moves his eyes around a bit, trying to get used to the certain parts of light within his view, especially the ones closest to the road…he couldn’t see anything. 

The only blue car within his view was his own. 

Rooster’s brows furrowed, his jaw clenched and he gave another once over around the area just to check. He could swear he saw Eric’s car driving by…but there was no way, he had no idea where Beatrice worked and he doubted that he’d show up at the bar.

Of all places, showing up where most of her friends and her husband were Naval officers seems a bit stupid. But he stands there, still moving his eyes around, a sudden wave of protectiveness taking over him as he tries to figure out if he’s imagining things or not.

“Brad?”

He blinks, looking back to where Beatrice was standing with one of her hands on the door, offering him a confused smile, “What are you doing out here still?”

How could he explain to his wife, and hope she wouldn’t be nervous, that he might’ve seen her ex’s car driving by? And how could he tell himself that? After all, it was all but a glimpse, nothing more than a blue of blue by the corner of his eyes, “...I thought I saw a raccoon.” he lies, and he hates that he did, but there was no proof to his own thoughts about it.

Beatrice looks back at the trash bin, the best she can since it was partially hidden behind the wall, “Oh,again? I better tell Penny about it.” she looks up, pointing at the cameras, “These stopped working too, Penny thinks the salt from the ocean is drying the cables or something.” she then smiles at him, “You coming inside?”

“Yeah, sure gorgeous.” he smirks, “I’ll follow you anywhere, you know that.” and she laughs sweetly from the door, walking inside as he follows - just like he said he would - only to stop and give the street one last look, narrowing his eyes a bit just to be sure there was nothing hiding in the darkness. Once he was done with it, he finally got back into the Hard Deck.

Luckily,time went by quickly and they were ready for the second part of the night: the party. It’d be the second time they went out together as a group ever since him and Bea got together. Evelyn however said she’d pass - for obvious reasons - saying she still had to figure out a way to talk to her parents and she’d need a good night’s rest too.

So, Hangman and Evelyn were substituted by Leonardo and Cynthia who were more than happy to have a good time at a party - how long has it been since they’ve had the chance?- with Michael to boot! Michael just said he was going for the free drinks, nothing more, but they knew he’d have fun.

They waved Penny goodbye, before Rooster opened the passenger door for Bea, offering her his hand so she could get inside, “Miss.”

“Oh you,” she laughs but accepts his hand, kissing his lips sweetly, “Ah, there’s lipstick on your face, hold on.” she wipes it off with her thumb, smiling at the result, “There, all better now.”

“Hmhm.” Bradley smiles,kissing the inside of her palm, “All better.” he watches as she gets comfortable inside the car, tossing her back on the back seat as he closes the door. He turns one last time towards the street, this time only being able to see their friends’ cars leaving and nothing else.

Bradley could look more, but he felt Beatrice’s soft hand touching his as she window rolled down, “Brad?” she calls again, softly, furrowing her brows “Ready to go?” and he licked his lips and nodded, giving his wife a loving stare before he walks to the driver’s seat.

[chojipjoong]

Hyundai / N Vision 74

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ROXANA (Chapter 74)

Cassis stared quietly at me. ‘Now you ask me?’ His eyes seemed to say.

“You can just say what happened.”

“As you like,” Cassis replied after a brief pause. Roxana laughed quietly at his response.

“Yes, Lanche Agriche is dead.”

Visions of the burning Agriche mansion shuddered like a phantom over Roxana’s mind. Gradually, the memories of that day came back to life within her.

Perhaps the place that Dion had headed to find Lanche after leaving the office that day. Then Roxana began wondering who had dealt the final blow to Lanche, and what it had looked like. Though, at the same time, Roxana felt as though these wonderings weren’t at all important.

“Isidor reported that he saw your mother exiting the mansion,” Cassis added, looking at her.

“I see.”

“Anything else?”

Roxana was quiet for a while. “Aren’t you curious?” Cassis asked her. She stared at him silently.

(*E/N: Oh my god, the amount of “He/she was quiet/silent,” “He/she looked/gazed/stared at him/her quietly/silently briefly/for a while.”)

They gazed at each other for a while, before Cassis spoke again. “It all went the way you planned.” He waited for her reaction; she obliged with a soft “Alright.” There seemed like there was nothing more for her to say.

“You don’t look very happy.”

“How are you?” Roxana blurted, rather drily. “Are you glad you got your revenge? Are you relieved by the fall of the Agriche?”

A soft wind passed through them. As the sun set, the air on Roxana’s cheeks felt colder than before. She felt as though her body temperature had been dropping the entire time, but it didn’t bother her. Cassis seemed to be the same.

“Well,” Cassis blinked slowly, his tone drawled. “I just feel like I’ve accomplished something important, but it also doesn’t feel as momentous as I’d expected.”

“I feel the same way.”

“You do?” At that moment, a small smile blossomed on Cassis’ face. His golden gaze pierced through her.

“You don’t seem to realize what expression you’re putting on at the moment.” Cassis suddenly rose from his seat.

Roxana caught up to him in a few steps, knocking over her soup bowl in the process. Cassis’s figure loomed over her, his body partially covered in shadow. His eyes, which had adopted an eerie chill to them, stared into her.

“Were you planning on dying that day?” He whispered. His eyes seemed to almost consume Roxana.

“What are you talking about?” Roxana unconsciously willed herself to stay calm under his penetrating gaze.

“What would you have done if I hadn’t come to rescue you?”

“I would have left.”

“To where?”

“Anywhere away from the Agriche.”

“Do you know what face you were making when I found you that day?” His eyes sank deeper into my person. “You had the eyes of a person trying to find a place to die.”

Roxana tried to push away the recollection of the conversation she’d had with Jeremy.

After a while, Roxana said, “You probably already know, but I can’t live long anyway.” She had never revealed this to anyone; it was also the same thing Cassis had told her three years ago.

It was impossible to predict how long she had left, but it was likely she wouldn’t last for another year. It was a natural result, she supposed, of overworking her body; this was ironic, considering the reason why she was struggling so hard was to live.

The longer she thought about the topic, the less she felt the desire to continue living. I haven’t even lived to be twenty, but seeing as I don’t have any regrets left… I think I’ve done enough.

No matter where she stopped breathing, her remains would not be left for anyone to find. Every last piece of her body would be consumed by her butterflies.

“So, you’re living a life with no greed- no regret- just waiting for the day you die?” Cassis’ eyes flickered coldly, before the corner of his lips tugged upward into a sullen smile.

“That’s right. It was a life bound for doom, anyway. It wouldn’t matter if I wanted to live or not.”

“Give me your remaining time.”

Roxana took a while to process his words.

“If you truly don’t care what your future holds, stay by my side. Until the day you die.”

Roxana’s head became fuzzy and distant. However, Cassis didn’t give me a chance to react.

“You may not regret dying now, but I will.”

“Cassis…”

“So, if you really don’t need the rest of your life…” he whispered into her ear and grabbed her hand, putting his lips to the back of it. “… I would gladly have it.”

The slow kiss that he’d left burned on her hand, and his ensuing gaze felt hot. As the stars glittered overhead, Roxana devoted the rest of her life to Cassis.

[neutron669]

Hyundai N Vision 74

[herrambre]

Hyundai concept N Vision 74.