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These are mostly just ideas so dont hold me to these headcanons forever but this ks a pee into what I think the Hookers lives were like before they were turned

Mae

Mae was just graduating high school when Homer turned her. She had been well liked in school but she wasn't exactly popular. She spent a lot of time in middle school getting picked on while she went through an awkward and dorky stage. However over the summer before starting high school she really blossomed, cutting her long hair off and ditching the bright neons her mom would dress her in. She never fully outgrew her awkwardness but Mae really started to find her own identity and it showed. While she mostly kept to a tight knit friend group she expanded her social circle by joining marching band where she played the flute. She grew up with 5 older brothers who were all very proud of her and attended all her concerts.

Caleb

Caleb's mom was a super down to earth hippie type but she was also stubborn as a bull. This lead to her and Loy butting heads over even the littlest of things. Caleb grew up with their constant arguments in the background. Eventually they divorced and his mom left in a middle of the night. Caleb who'd adored his mom was crushed but he felt like he had to be strong for his dad and Sarah so he took on half the household responsibilities right away. Loy respected his son a lot for stepping up how he did and thankfully they were able to pick up the pieces of their home life. Caleb initially had zero interest in the family vet business until one night while his dad was out on a date one of the cows in their care went into labor. He helped birth the calf on his own. In a small town like Fix it ended up in the paper. His dad framed the article and hung it on their wall.

Jesse

Jess was a notorious womanizer before he met Diamondback. He frequented all manner of brothels and in most cases was one of their best customers. Mostly because he got all of his money by grifting. Identity theft, grave robbing, lying, cheating, stealing, you name it and Jesse had done it a dozen times over and better than most. The law eventually caught up with him when he was illegaly exhuming a body to sell to a medical school. They gave him 2 choices, go to jail or fight in the war. Jesse decided hed rather die on his feet than rot in a cell. When the war ended and he returned home, more serious than he had been before, he beelined for his favorite brothel. However he was stopped by a beautiful woman just outside and he went with her instead. The next morning he woke to find her gone and the sunlight though his curtains searing his skin.

Diamondback

Born Florence Schechter, she was a free spirit raised by strict but well educated parents. They held her to a high standard but she wasnt interesting in scholastic endevors. She wanted to get away and see the world and she did all manner of things to make her wishes a reality. Florence abandoned home and ran off to Chicago in 1923. She frequented speakeasies and was quickly noticed for her looks and sharp wit. Specifically by a singer named Frida. Frida and Florence carried on a secret relationship afraid of the backlash. But when a well respected rumrunner caught on he blackmailed them both. Florence agreed to work for him and after making her first successful run she earned the nickname Diamondback. On one of her runs she stopped to pick up a hitch hiker named Jesse.

Homer

Homer was a sickly child who grew up with very cold and distant parents. His mother was more worried about her own comforts and his father worked a lot to suppliment their lavish lifestyle and was rarely home. They left him with nannies who would frequently leave due to Homer's nasty temperament and violent outbursts. In 1953 he packed a small backpack and threatened to leave, slowly walking out the front door. No one noticed or stopped him. He wandered the streets for days hungry and unable to remember how to get back home, his ill condition only grew worse as time passed. One winter night Homer was sleeping in an alleyway, covered in newspaper to keep him warm when he was woken up by a bloodcurdling scream. When he peeked out from under the papers he saw Diamondback, feeding. She just knew she had to take him in.

Severen

Severen had grown up an absolute menace, terrorizing anyone in his path. His father was a pastor with a nasty drinking problem and his mother was extremely mentally unstable. So much so his father would strap her to a bed and confine to a room where he frequently performed exorcisms on her. His father would often threaten to do the same to him. Knowing he meant it Severen fled as far away from home as possible, to New Mexico. He made his money grifting and gambling at every bar along the way and curating a long list of enemies. Severen was content working solo and keeping all of his ill gotten winnings to himself, until one night a man named Jesse offered him a deal too good to refuse. A 50/50 split if Severen helped him rob a train carrying a payroll shipment. He jumped at the opportunity to up his criminal status and took Jesse up on the offer

#near dark #near dark 1987 #the hooker clan

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Please ma’am hast pity on this poor soul all thee ask is to hast more severen/hooker clan content thee am recovering from thy influenza

It shall bring thee greatest of happiness

Dude I know you sent me this a but ago but it gave me an idea. Just for you. Also I hope you're feeling better!!! I said before that I think vampires can get sick from drinking tainted blood. So let's see how they would try to take care of you when you're sick.

Mae

Mae lingers nearby but doesn't really bother you. Just kinda looking to see if it seems like you need anything. She'll bring you things without asking or put on your favorite show for you.

She's the one who's gonna put a blanket over you when you fall asleep.

Mae leaves early in the night before the stores close to pick up epsom salt so she can run you a nice bath. "I didn't know if you'd like lavender or eucalyptus so I got both."

Caleb

He's going to avoid the fuck out of you. Like he knows he can't get sick from you but he's not about to take the risk. (Gets paranoid when Mae tries to kiss him after she checked on you, Severen is endlessly amused)

I said before that I don't think Caleb would feed off of anyone he thinks "looks gross" so if you get sick he's having a really I told you so moment. Especially if you tease him about his eating habits.

He does come around here and there though just to check on you and ask how you're feeling. But like… From a distance. Like calling from the other side of the room.

Jesse

Reluctantly he'll stop and grab a motel until you're feeling better. Being still makes him a bit nervous but he knows it's going to take a while for your last victim's blood to leave your system.

He's been around the longest so he's for sure gotten sick like this before too so he's actually pretty sympathetic. He may even drag someone back to the motel from you to feed off of in the hopes it will help.

If anyone is hovering too much or trying to baby you though he tells them to leave you alone.

Diamondback

She's the one who's going to check up on you and make sure you don't need anything. She's kinda flip flopping between almost hovering and going "eh You'll be fine!"

If you're feeling restless she'll let you lay your head in her lap and she'll scratch your scalp until you fall asleep.

She shushes everyone when they're being loud and you're trying to rest. She also scolds anyone who tries to change what you're watching on TV.

Homer

"Gross, stay away from me." Finally him and Caleb are in the same boat on something. He might tell you to suck it up while he's at it.

Don't expect too much from Homer, he's most likely to just ignore you and do his own thing.

If he likes you enough he might drop a comic or fidget toy in your lap so you have something to do while you're laid up.

Severen

He was the first one to notice you weren't feeling well. He's shockingly observant, especially even it comes to his clan.

Severen will keep you company if he thinks you look bored. And by that I mean he's gonna bother you while you try to rest. At least until he's shooed away and goes to harass Caleb.

If no one else is around and he likes you enough Severen would offer to let you feed off of him to get some of your strength back. But don't you dare tell anyone!

#the hooker clan #near dark #near dark 1987

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i’m so glad i found your account. another person to give out severen content. you are a saint 🥺 sev is my fave of all faves <3

Ahhhh thank you so much! I'm also glad you found my account and that you enjoy my writing. ❤️ Thank you so much for the support.

#oz speaks

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Part 2? Part 2! Now with more mutual pining and frustration.

PART 1

The road kinked and wound in sharp S-shaped curves up Mount Lemmon. When you peered out the open window you could see the sparkling lights of Tucson sprawled out below, a beacon in the night. It wasn't the coolest place you'd been but from up here it looked magical. Your eyes drifted back down to the revolver in your hands and you began to load it like Severen had taught you. Beside you the man himself reached out to turn up the radio, blaring Thin Lizzy's Jailbreak album until it bounced off the cliff walls and back at your fast moving truck. Severen navigated the road with practiced ease and you resisted the urge to look over at him by aiming your gun out the window and waiting patiently. As another hard turn approached you saw your target. A couple of big yellow signs with thick black arrows that served as a warning. Without hesitation you blasted holes though the center of each one. Beside you Severen hollered in encouragement, a hand leaving the wheel to smack the roof of the truck a few times. You tried to not let him distract you as you continued to shoot at passing road signs, emptying all the chambers.

His heavy hand finally landed on your knee, squeezing it before stroking a thumb over the bare skin though the tears in your jeans. "Yer aim is gettin' real good, sweetheart." There he went again with the cute little names. It made your heart flip flop like a fish on the dock, desperate for water. You busied your own hands with reloading the gun. "Thanks." He frowned at your short tone. You tried to act normal but your brain, possibly the only organ dumber than your heart, buzzed incessantly with the events of earlier.

"You gonna make her your mate, Severen?" Homer jeered. Sev, who'd been eyeing the pretty bartender since you’d all walked in, scoffed and tore his eyes away from her to look back at him. "No, why you wanna see if she'll give you a chance, Lil Boner?" As he laughed his gaze shifted to you but you didn't join in with him like usual. Homer's words made you feel nauseous, an uncomfortable churning in your stomach that had you up and on your feet and crossing the bar. You ignored the looks the others gave you as you made your way over to a man who'd been paying you the same attention Severen had been giving the bartender. You tried to convince yourself you only felt sick because you were hungry, the man rose from his seat as you approached, that you just needed a bite and you'd be back to normal. You placed a hand on his broad shoulder and smiled up at him, wondering if he could see the odd look in your eye. Maybe he did because his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "You look like you want to buy me a drink." He nodded eagerly at your words. “I do.”

When you dropped the man’s lifeless body to the ground, entirely drained, your eyes automatically flitted around the room to gain your bearings. Your whole being buzzed with the high you got from a fresh meal and you wondered if there was anyone else for you to play with. Instead they landed on Severen. You watched how he crowded the horrified bartender against the back wall, one hand on her waist and another brushing long shiny hair from her neck. Of course he went for her. Why wouldn’t he? You looked away, not wanting your brain to catch anymore dumb ideas than the ones that had been mounting. Instead you started grabbing liquor bottles and helped Jesse light up the bar. The destruction helped soothe your anxiety.

It wasn’t that you were just jealous. It was part of it, sure, you could admit that. But the more pressing matter was what if? What if Severen had decided to turn that girl to make her his mate? What would that mean for you? What if he found a mate and she didn’t like you hanging around him anymore? Surely he would pick his mate over just a friend. Yeah you were a little jealous but you were more afraid. Severen’s hand left your knee and returned to the wheel at a particularly sharp curve and you focused on shooting out more signs instead of your obnoxious thoughts.

Beside you Severe placed a cigarette between his lips. He reached out to offer one to you too but your sharp eyes remained firmly out the window and on your fast approaching targets, so his hand dropped back down. He placed your cigarette in the cup holder and only lit his own. Though he really wanted to light yours for you. You'd seemed tense and anxious. Agitated even. He hated to see you like this, it's why he suggested the ride in the first place. A ride you'd usually take with no hesitation. Though tonight you seemed reluctant to climb in the truck with him. His mind flashed back to the man at the bar. The way your gentle hands climbed up to his shoulders, how you looked at him through your lashes, how your lips brushed against his neck. It lit a fire in his chest he couldn't shake. And now here you were with him, but your mind was elsewhere. And without any indication from you of where it was his own was left to fill in the gaps. He worried if you got lonely. If you needed more than his companionship. If you missed being held and kissed. Severen's hands tightened on the wheel.

He hated when anyone used that word around you. 'Mate'. He wondered if it made you think twice. Maybe you considered the word in the middle of the day while he was asleep a good few feet away from you. Maybe you would lie there while he slept and thought about what it would be like to have what the others did. He knew occasionally he did. And when those thoughts did plague him Severen would look at you, asleep in whatever comfortable spot you could find, and realize when he pictured his perfect someone. It was you.

He was jarred from his thoughts as you finally pulled yourself back in through the window. You were out of ammo and would need to pick up more soon. He reached down to the cup holder and once again grabbed the cigarette to offer you and he was glad that you took it this time. He then offered you his lighter, flicking it to life. He watched from the corner of his eye as you leaned in and guarded the flame with cupped hands. Orange light danced over the bridge of your nose and apples of your cheeks and he drank it in before pulling the flame back. "We're almost there," he announced.

You puffed at the cigarette and stared out the windshield, curiosity finally pushing back your sour thoughts. Severen had made it a habit to show you his little secret spots in each pit stop you all took. Another thing he did to make you feel oh so special. Though you were sure he had to keep some to himself still. Right? He took a sudden sharp turn onto a pull off, and you had to catch yourself before colliding with his side. He chuckled and threw an arm around you, squeezing your shoulder. You were too weak to resist the familiar urge to lean into him.

Severen threw the truck into park with his free hand, but didn't let you go quite yet. Instead he took his time turning the lights off and cutting the engine, leaving you both in the dark of the night. He leaned back in his seat and tugged you closer to his chest, making you shift across the bench seat to settle more comfortably against him. Your eyes gazed up at him as he huffed out a cloud of smoke, letting it fill the space between the two of you. You thought to question him but before you could he was looking down at you with a thousand watt grin and your mind fell blank. "This place is just for us okay? Don't go tellin' no one." He said this almost every time he brought you somewhere. And maybe it was just your current proximity but something about the way he said it this time felt different. You reached your pinky out to him with a small grin of your own and he linked your fingers. "I promise." You kissed your index finger on the opposite side if your hand and he did the same before disentangling and throwing the door open.

Severen lead you out into the hot night. Even up in these mountains under the moon your clothes still clung to you with a thin sheen of sweat. The humidity of monsoon season didn't seem to help either, making the air moist and heavy on your skin. You followed him down a trail that was either stomped though by animals or possibly even by Severen himself though the years. You weren't sure which. Carefully you matched each of his steps as they wound downwards though a valley. And when it got steep he reached blindly behind him for your hand to help you.

You weren't sure for how long you'd been hiking before you became aware of the landscape evening out and a dull roaring sound filling your ears. "Is that… Water?" Severen didn't respond, he only pulled you along with barely concealed excitement.

As you peaked over a ridge you were met with a sight you didn't think you could find out here. Water crested over the top of a cliff face and poured down in droves, filling up what would normally be a dry river. "Only gets like this during a real good monsoon season, and from what I hear it's been pouring out here the past month." Severen finally released your hand and began to strip his layers off. You did the same without a second thought, racing him to the river.

The sounds for your's and Severen's laughter echoed through the valley as you splashed at each other and wrestled in the cool water. All earlier thoughts and worries were completely abandoned. Right then there was only space for the two of you.

You locked your legs around one of Severen's and gave him a hard push, sending him and you both tumbling back into the water with a big splash. You sat up on top of him and threw your hand in the air in victory. "Gotcha mother fucker!" He flopped down into the water in defeat, but only to take in the compromising position you'd worked yourselves in. "Well shit if this is losing then I might just quit cheatin'." It took you a moment to figure out what he meant before you scoffed and splashed water across his face until he was sputtering. Quickly you unstraddled your friend and settled down in the water beside him.

You and severen floated along the surface of the water on your backs. The gentle current carrying you downstream made the stars in the sky move as you stared up at them. You lifted an arm to point at a constellation. "You see that one there?" You traced the pattern with your finger for Severen to follow. "That's Cygnus, the swan." His eyes followed the pattern you mapped until he could make out the shape. "Don't look like much of a swan to me," he mumbled, making you laugh.

"There's a few stories of how it got that name. My favorite is about Phaethon, the son of Helios. Helios was a sun god who rode across the skies in a fiery chariot." You didn't notice how Severen turned his head to look at you as you spoke. "One day Phaethon pleaded with Helios to ride his chariot. Helios initially said no because it would be too dangerous and only he could control the horses that pulled the chariot. But eventually Phaethon convinced him. And it was pretty much a disaster," you laughed, making him smile. "He couldn't control the horses and they rode either much too close to the earth making it burn or too far making it freeze. Finally he was so out of control that Zeus had no choice but to blow the chariot out of the sky with Phaethon still in it. His body fell from the skies down into the Eridanus River."

"I don't see what that's got to do with swans," Severen teased. You flicked your wrist to splash more water at him. "I'm getting there!" You cleared your throat and tried to remember where you were at. "So Phaethon's body is lost to the river and his lover or friend, it changes depending on who you ask, Cygnus," you point to the constellation, "is overcome with grief. He spent day after day diving into the river to collect Phaethon's bones so that he could have a proper burial. The Gods themselves were so touched by Cygnus's devotion that they turned him into a swan and placed him there in the stars." It was quiet for a moment as Severen seemed to reflect on the story. You turned your head and finally noticed how his eyes had fixated on you and not the sky. His swirling bright blue eyes that you could just fall into. At some point the two of you had drifted closer together and the sides of your bodies connected. Severen's thumb ghosted across the top of your hand.

"So you're telling me this guy lost his boyfriend and had to swim in a river for days collecting his body and the Gods rewarded him by turning him into a bird and then some stars? Like they were doin' him a favor," he snorted. "You sure do know how to kill a moment, Sev." You sat up, letting your feet meet the rocky bottom of the river. "What?" He scrambled for his own feet to find purchase in the water as you began to head back for the riverbank. "I'm just sayin'! Sounds like a bad deal to me!" He chased after you.

He watched the way your back moved as you pulled your shirt back over your head, the thin fabric clinging onto your still wet skin. It made him swallow hard. He distracted himself by pulling his own shirt back on. "Why's that your favorite one?" You look back at him from over your shoulder and immediately regret it. It was hard to be annoyed at him when he looked so good, hair dripping wet and half dressed. "Huh?" "You said that there's a few stories but that one is your favorite. Why's it your favorite?" You turned back away and quickly finished redressing. "Well, I think it just tells the symbolism of the swan the best you know? It's a beautiful story about love and devotion. And this one doesn't include Zeus turning into a swan to seduce a Spartan king's wife." Severen snickered. "That one sounds like my favorite." You shook your head. "Remind me to tell you about the Norse one where Loki ties his balls to a goat's beard sometime."

The ride back down the mountain felt a lot less tense. But Severen couldn't shake your story from his head. A story about love and devotion. He supposed had been right to wonder if you thought about things like that. Who wouldn't when you're faced an eternity after all? His eyes shifted over to take in your relaxed features. It seemed for now whatever thoughts plagued you earlier were washed away and he was glad. Severn knew you'd find someone eventually. He just hoped for a bit more of your time first. After all you had plenty to spare, he'd made sure of that.

#near dark #near dark 1987 #severen van sickle

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I watched this video 500 times and it just kept reminding me of that headcanon @x-pantera-x posted about how Severen can't walk on ice.

#oz speaks #severen van sickle

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Part 2? Part 2! Now with more mutual pining and frustration. Also how do we like the reblog with the next part format? It worked really. Well with my Stu fic so I thought I'd try it again.

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Beside you Severen placed a cigarette between his lips. He reached out to offer one to you too but your sharp eyes remained firmly out the window and on your fast approaching targets, so his hand dropped back down. He placed your cigarette in the cup holder and only lit his own. Though he really wanted to light yours for you. You'd seemed tense and anxious. Agitated even. He hated to see you like this, it's why he suggested the ride in the first place. A ride you'd usually take with no hesitation. Though tonight you seemed reluctant to climb in the truck with him. His mind flashed back to the man at the bar. The way your gentle hands climbed up to his shoulders, how you looked at him through your lashes, how your lips brushed against his neck. It lit a fire in his chest he couldn't shake. And now here you were with him, but your mind was elsewhere. And without any indication from you of where it was his own was left to fill in the gaps. He worried if you got lonely. If you needed more than his companionship. If you missed being held and kissed. Severen's hands tightened on the wheel.

Just platonic eternal life partners, nothing else to see here. Or is there? 👀

You remember your first best friend, Emma Stanley. The two of you were conjoined at the hip. If you scraped your knee at recess she brought you to the nurse, if her family was going to the zoo they'd ask if you wanted to tag along, she loved to have dinner at your house because your grandpa was the best cook in the neighborhood. You'd weaved countless friendship bracelets for each other and coordinated your nail polish colors. You always admired Emma for being brave and adventurous, bold and outgoing. She bounded ahead into any situation with the confidence only a child could have. You supposed when you thought about it that way it's almost a logical leap to your current best friend.

You watched Severen's back as he finagled with the padlock that kept you out of the backroom of the liquor distro. Sure the two of you were way too old to be stealing liquor and sure you had the money to pay for it. But there was no adventure in that, no fun. Finally the lock clicked open and Severen slipped through the gap in the door like a shadow. You were right behind him. "I get dark liquor you get light," he whispered to you. You stayed down low to the floor and searched through the labels on the boxes. After a moment you located some good vodka and opened up your bag to start laying bottles in. You were about to pop open a box of tequila next when the door to the back room slammed open. You hit the deck and when you tilted your head up to look you saw Severen a few feet away. He was laying on his stomach in the same position as you, wide eyed. When you met each other's gaze you both had to cover your mouths to keep from laughing. You listened as an employee loaded up a dolly, grunting with effort to lift the heavy boxes, before he cussed and wheeled it out of the back room. The door slammed closed behind him and you and Severen giggled like school children. He was no Emma Stanley but Severen was definitely fun to hang around.

The two of you bolted out of the back of the distro with rattling bags, laughing into the night. "Come on, let's head back and share the wealth." You nod in the direction of the motel, but Severen had that glint in his eye that told you he had a different plan. "Not before we take our cut, darlin'." That nickname always made your heart flutter. You told yourself that it was just because the affection was nice, but you knew that was a lie. Severen located a van that still had the keys inside. He tried the handle but it was locked so instead he used his elbow to smash the window out. He reached across to unlock your door before he even got in. "What a gentleman," you teased before tossing your bag of goods inside and climbing into the seat. He brushed the glass away before climbing in himself and starting up your new ride. "You know us old timers," he quipped back at you, "always gotta take care of the lady first." He winked and you punched him in the arm.

Severen cruised down the streets, eyes searching for something, what you didn't know. You looked more out of curiosity. You'd never been to Reno before. You were seeing a lot of new places since you met Severen, it was one of the many perks of agreeing to be his platonic eternal life partner. Jesse would snort at the phrase you two used to describe your relationship and shake his head. When he did Severen would snap at him for being 'jealous' and you would shove your feelings down just a bit deeper. Embarrassed. Severen took a sharp turn that knocked you out of your thoughts. He pulled into the back of a grocery store parking lot and cut the engine. "Pick a bottle, any bottle." You giggled as Severen rattled one of the bags at you. You closed your eyes and reached in, rooting around until your hand closed over the slim neck of a bottle. You pulled it out. "Ooh! Aye, aye captain!" You waved the Captain Morgan in Severen's face with a smirk and he gagged. "How do you drink that shit?" You snorted and cracked the cap open. "You're the one who grabbed it for me."

After a few swigs Severen lead you out of the van and out towards a set of train tracks that lead to a yard. He held your hand to steady you as you jumped up onto one of the rails and tried to walk along it, even once you had your balance he didn't let go. Not that you were itching to pull away. "How many times you been here?" you asked. "Here specific or here in Reno?" His thumb stroked over your knuckles and you squeezed his hand a bit tighter before shrugging. "Both." He thought for a moment, trying to come up with a genuine answer, before he too shrugged. "Countless times I guess." You could accept that, you mostly asked questions to hear the rumble of his voice. You turned your head to look at the still cargo trains as you sipped from the bottle of spiced rum. You eyed up a particularly nice tank and hummed in thought. "What?" Severen looked at you. You only passed him off the bottle before darting over to it. When he caught up to you he saw you'd begun gathering half empty spray paint cans off the ground, left behind by other trespassers. You looked from the cans and up at the tanker. "I need a boost."

Severen had you hoisted up on his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you steady as you painted. Though you didn't get into this position without a few dirty remarks on his part. "Okay pass me the black. I just gotta outline then it's done." He bent his knees and carefully grabbed the black paint from the ground before passing it up to you. "About time. We've been here for hours." You gave his stomach a light tap with your heel. "Quit complaining, it's worth it I promise." Seven hadn't gotten a good look at your work yet, too close to the train to really take it in. You directed him on where to stand as you put on the finishing touches and signed your tag. "Okay! Check it out!" Severen didn't let you down, instead he backed up with you still on his shoulders. He laughed so loud you had to slap a hand over his mouth, turning your head to look behind you. He pried your hand away, still snickering. "I can't believe you made me stand like this for hours so you could paint Shaggy smoking a bong." You leaned over his head and into his eye line, grinning at him upside down. "Isn't it sick?" "What's on his shirt?" You balked at his question and looked back up at your piece. "It's the Wu Tang logo!" "Wu Tang?" He raised an eyebrow. "Dude you're joking."

You both sat on the back of the tanker passing the rum back and forth as you talked. "So they arranged this whole deal right? They would sign with Loud Records but they could still sign solo deals with other labels and take the Wu Tang name with them. Which was genius because they had 9 crazy talented dudes spawning dozens of solo careers that all fed into the Wu Tang brand. It hadn't been done before that." Severen nodded along, trying to keep everything you were telling him straight in his head. "So they made a lot of money that way?" You swallowed a mouthful of liquor and nodded. "Oh yeah, millions in album sales alone. And now they're one of the most recognizably branded hip hop groups in the world." Severen smiled at you and tapped the side if your head. "How do you just store all of that up there? Think your head would be bigger with all the shit you know." You giggled and batted his hand away, only to then lean against his side. He put and arm around you and pulled you closer. Severen was just a touchy person like that, you had to remind your dumb fluttering heart as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Tonight was fun," you mused. "Every night is fun with you." You looked up at him and he even seemed embarrassed by his words. You nudged him playfully. "Cheese ball."

You and Severen began the trek back to your stolen van, a bit buzzed and with him knowing a lot more about 90s east coast hip hop than he ever thought he would. Even though you opted to walk on flat ground this time he still reached his hand out for you to take, twining your fingers together. He lifted a section of fence for you to slide through the gap, tugging him along behind you. When you got to the other side you groaned. "Looks like we're out a ride and the rest of that liquor." Severen looked over your shoulder to see 4 cops swarmed around the van with their flashlights out. He shrugged. "Oh well." It wasn't about the liquor anyway, it had just been something to get into. The two of you walked casually in the opposite direction, ready to head back for the night. As you passed the grocery store he stopped suddenly at one of the cart corrals. "What's up?" He grinned at you and pulled one of the carriages out, gesturing for you to hop in. "New ride."

You and Severen howled with laughter as you dive bombed a fresh paved hill in the shopping cart. Severen, who had been standing on the edge of the undercarriage, flopped himself over the handlebar and into the cart with you. You squealed as his boot narrowly missed your face, shoving him in a way that almost knocked the speeding cart over. Laughing he grabbed your head and pulled you against his side. "Sorry darlin'!" You settled against his side and looked up at him with a grin.

The hill leveled out and soon your momentum slowed until the cart came to an eventual stop. The two of you were a snickering pile of tangled limbs. At some point your arms had found their way around his waist and you squeezed him tight. He always made you feel like a teenager all over again. Especially when he looked down at you with those bright blue eyes, sparkling with joy and mischief. Suddenly this position felt entirely too intimate for you. You looked away and tried to start wriggling free but Severen trapped you in his arms. "Where you rushin' off to?" "Oh I'm sorry I didn't know you were trying to have a cuddle session in a kinda sticky shopping cart on the side of the road." He chuckled and pulled you closer. "Don't threaten me with a good time." Your head fell back onto his shoulder and you sighed, looking up at the clear night sky. But his eyes stayed trained on you. Admiring how the moon cast a soft glow over your skin.

"Ya look pretty…" He dragged a knuckle up and down your cheek affectionately, making your skin prickle. You chuckled awkwardly and shook your head. "Why are you so sappy tonight?" You didn't mean for it to sound so mocking, it just came out that way. You almost whined when he took his hand away. He tilted his head back too, letting it rest against the back of the carriage. "I just been thinkin'... I ain't too good with keepin' the days straight but it's about fall now and if I remember right it was about fall when we met." You sat up to look at him, eyes wide. "You mean it's been a year already?" He shrugged. "Around about I'd suppose." You couldn't believe Severen would notice while you completely missed it. You hadn't paid any mind to the nights as they passed, figuring there was no use in keeping track anymore. You also didn't peg Severen as the type to care about this sort of thing.

"Best year ever." You flopped back against him with a grin. "We got plenty more ahead." He grinned back. It felt like he wanted to say more but instead Severen shifted to slide out from under you. He climbed out of the cart and offered you a hand out as well. He squeezed your palm between his fingers before tugging you along the rest of the way to the motel.

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