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the affair || matt sturniolo
summary: you sneak around behind his brothers back
warnings: suggestive
word count: 1,1k
a/n: Thank you for almost 300 followers and 300 notes under last post! Some of my favorite writers on here liked it and I was freaking out. Hope you like this one ily
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"So you think he is acting different? Is that what you are saying?" I asked Nick while putting jar or peanut butter in the shopping cart.
We were grocery shopping for our movie night. Nick was one of my really good friends here in LA. I was a content creator as well. l mainly made music on TikTok, mostly singing and playing covers on the guitar.
"Yes... He is weirdly happy and not that tough as always...like man fine if he is getting laid but why the fuck he is so secret about it? Like we literally know that there is someone " He said and threw more stuff. Cookies and chocolate.
"I don't know Nick...Did you ask him?" I said looking at the labels of products.
I did not want to look him in the eye. If he only knew.
"No.. Chris only made one stupid joke about it and he got mad so we are not asking anymore" He answered.
We spent like an hour in Target before I drove us back to his house.
It was kinda late. Already past 10 pm, so we quickly took turns with a shower and settle to watch movies in his bed. We started Twilight because I made him. And because I knew by the time we start the second movie he is going to be asleep.
So when that happened, I left the tv on because I knew that's how he liked to sleep. I sneaked out of his room and went down the stairs.
I knocked on Matt's doors and within two seconds he opened it.
"Finally..." He said and pulled me into the room.
He closed the doors gently and smiled looking at me.
"Hi..." He said and gently pulled my chin to connect our lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I did not see him for two days due to his busy schedule.
He slipped his cold hands under my hoodie giving me a goosebump allover my body.
Did I ever planned to sneak behind Nicks back to hook up with his brother? No. It just happened. From the beginning me and Matt had a special connection. We could talk for hours even if both of us were not the biggest talkers in the world. We were similar but yet completely different.
"I missed you too" I said quietly after he pulled back to take a deep breath.
He sat on his bed and made me seat on his lap. I straddle him and smiled.
"Your brothers knows that you are getting some..." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
"Believe me, I know..." He said and rubbed my cheek.
"I wonder why? Am I making you less mean?" I pushed on his chest so he was under me completely.
"Honestly I do not want to talk about my brothers right now" He said and turned us so now I was under him.
He started to kiss my neck and I moved my head a little to give him more access. I sight a little. I missed his touch so much. It was on my mind for a whole day.
This is going to be a long night...
"Stay with me.... It's like 4 in the morning anyways...He is not going to know..." He said after he helped me to clean up in the bathroom and waited for me to pee.
"I don't know Matt... I was usually back to his bed" I said and yawned.
I hugged him and close my eyes. I was so tired.
"You literally sleeping while standing" He kissed my head and hugged me back.
"To be honest I can't really stand..." I blushed and he laughed a little.
"You sleeping in my bed kid... thats it" He said and picked me up and took me to his bed.
"I am not sleeping naked tho..."I said and he just helped me to put one of his t-shirt on and my pajama pants back on.
I instantly did fall asleep in his arms.
I woke up with pure panic. Because clock on the nightstand said 11 am. That means Nick is up for sure. And that means there is no way to sneak out without him knowing.
"Matt..." I started to wiggled from his arms.
"Mhm?" He moved away and stretched.
"It's almost noon... they are probably up already" I said and covered my face with my hands.
"Baby... thats okay.. it's going for long enough. I wanna finally take you out and spent time together without pretending that you are my bro and that I'm having a fucking secret affair with some random girl that I am not telling my brothers about. Because you are far from that. I do understand that you are friends with Nick and it's like bros code or whatever you think it is. But I think is time..." He looked at me.
Like chilled out weren't you asleep 3 seconds ago? It is too early for this.
"I know..." I breathed out heavily.
"So? Let's go.. if they are up they are probably in the kitchen." He got up and pulled a shirt on because he was sleeping only in his pj pants.
I also got up and pulled my hoodie on and fixed my hair.
"Oh... good morning... so I am waking up, right? Looking next to me...my best friend? Gone. I though... maybe something happened...I texted her phone... still on my nightstand by the way. I looked through the window, her car is still here. So I came down stairs... Chris was already here. I asked him... Did you see y/n by any chance? Chris said no.. but unfortunately he wanted some water at 3 am.. he didn't see her just heard her... FUCKING MY OTHER BROTHER" Nick was looking at us from the kitchen table.
"Do not be dramatic Nick..."Matt started.
"Oh I am not being dramatic I lost 50 bucks to him. Because we had a bet if you tell us first or we will find out this way..." He pointed at us.
"So you knew?" I asked looking at him.
"Of course I knew... I always know. Free pass only this one time both of you. No more secrets. Like what the fuck? I am happy you're happy and I wouldn't be mad" He said.
"Im sorry... I love you" I came up to him and gave him a hug. He only patted my back.
"Alright, alright you should only be sorry for Chris. He is traumatized" He laughed.
Matt laughed as well but I felt embarrassed.
"I am kidding, you are fine" He said.
"Also I must say... I always knew you guys will end up together" He said and I smiled at Matt.
"No more secret affair..." Matt laughed.
"No more" I said.
"So should we go out for breakfast?" Nick asked.
"Yes, please, I am starving..." I said.
"Too many burned calories, huh?" Nick asked.
"Oh my god now it will never end.... let's go back to the secret affair actually" I covered my face with my hands.
#sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo x reader
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GoFundMe - Apartment Transfer
Really did not think that I would be making one of these again. But yours truly, Prompt Prophet, cannot catch a break. Every time that I think I am it seems to them just be ripped right back away.
Note: any further proof you require, please contact me at my main, @prophet-rebellion, and I will do what I can to show you.
$400/$400
Links:
GoFundMe
PayPal
Venmo
Please note that this following update means that anybody who wanted to send additional funds for my current roommates cat - Do Not. I want nothing to do with her. Her cat did nothing but after all this I am done. Not funds had been sent for that cat yet but they had been inquired about being a possibility.
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TL;DR - my apartment that told me they were moving my nightmare of a roommate with something called a forced transfer, then apparently reversed their decision (despite documentation) and did not tell me. The only way for me to get out now is to pay a $300 Transfer Fee + Applicable costs to get out as soon as I can. Giving up the apartment I have lived at for almost 2 years now.
The full explanation I gave is under the cut.
Please note I do not want to be doing this, and as soon as I hit $400 the GoFundMe is getting closed. People are struggling enough right now and I hate asking for monetary help when I know this much.
But god, for the sake of myself and my cat I cannot do this. I can't live here with her anymore, but I can't break my lease either.
FULL EXPLANATION (copied from GoFundMe):
Many of you know me for raising funds regarding my cats, either in the search for one of them as being missing, or more recently to raise funds for the other for ear mite treatment.
We reached the full goal of ear mite treatment within 24 hours of the fundraiser being set up - and it feels wrong in a sense to add the funds to that GoFundMe. The Ear Mite treatment is still happening and I fully intend to post an update photo of her at the vet there when I can.
However, to this end, so much as I do not want to be asking for help.
Living with my current roommate is hell. Cut and dry. She is vindictive, rude, loud, and confrontational. Her own cat has a tendency to attack my own and has on many occasions. This roommate was moved into the apartment in June, I have been here for more than a year and a half.
I will save you most of the story because there is an incredible amount, honestly, and I have cried more than my fair share today. My body is threatening more tears as I work through writing this now.
Incredibly important note: one of my old roommates is moving back in, she is a good friend of mine. However, given all that my current one has done, the original roommate refuses to move back if the current one is still present. I cannot blame her as the actions of my current roommate have driven me to locking myself in my room 24/7, along with my ESA. I wish that this was an exaggeration. It is not.
The brunt of the situation comes down to this:
We had mediation, my current roommate and I, and it was about as useless as you would believe it to be.
Nothing changed, in fact any things reverted back to the way they had been or seemingly got worse.
I went to speak with the property manager one-on-one to bring the full story to light along with evidence to backup what I was saying. I completely broke down at this point in time. I cannot break my lease, I cannot escape my current roommate - I am caged.
What was decided in that meeting was that they would be performing a forcible transfer of my roommate - she would be moving to another apartment, same layout, same size room, etc. But out. We would then phase my soon-to-be roommate back in (she had not originally renewed her lease because she was going to be gone for some time). This meeting was on Friday. I was told by the property manager that the following Monday she was going to have a meeting with my current roommate and inform her of this. The whole process would supposedly take about 2 weeks. (It should also be included that my current roommate has had multiple violations of her lease which I had documented). This decision was then further documented by an email they sent to my soon-to-be roommate stating that upon her arrival into the apartment, my current roommate would be gone. So this is an actual documented decision.
The two weeks was almost up and nothing had been heard, my roommate had not packed, etc. So yesterday (October 17th) I sent an email to which I got no reply. Today (October 18th) I went and spoke to the leasing manager (different from the Property Manager, whom is ranked just above her). the LM had no idea what I was talking about. She then spoke with the PM, who I had met with and called me back.
Apparently, the Property Manager, in her meeting the following Monday decided that actually we would continue to live together. My current roommate would no longer be moved out. This sudden change was not communicated to myself or my soon-to-be roommate who was refiling her lease under the impression the issue would be gone.
No curtsey to respond to my email, no honoring a DOCUMENTED decision. Etc. Just radio silence to me.
The only two options available are this - since they are now also giving my soon-to-be (hopefully) roommate a hard time about her income.
1. Myself and my soon-to-be roommate are moved from our original apartment to a different and fully vacant apartment.
(This is the decision we are going with on the grounds that my STB roommate be accepted).
2. My STB roommate does not move in at all and cancels her lease process, leaving me along in the apartment with my devil of a roommate and her cat that keeps attacking my own.
This second option is not sustainable. I am breaking, entirly. I am so tired, and so done with this all.
I do not want to give up where I have lived for almost two years becuase the actions of a vindictive new arrival. But I cannot stay here. If I could break my lease then I would. Because the Property Manager is the highest authority present at the office there is nobody I can go to above her that will hold her to her documented word and honor it. (I did but in a request to the corporation that owns my complex to speak with them about her conduct, but I doubt anything will come of it outside of retaliation).
The reality of option 1 however, is that it is no longer considered a forced transfer. Meaning that i have to pay the transfer fee listed in my lease of $300 plus applicable fees ("convenience" fee and card transfer %). I cannot move apartments until this fee is paid.
Therefore I am setting the amount at $400 to account for the percentage that GFM takes, and the amount that the apartments themselves will be taking on.
I have no set goal for how fast this will be filled, but by God, the sooner the better. I am not renewing my lease and remaining her after it ends in June.
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Caplan's Disney Celebration
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Dialogue Prompts
"Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back ... and remember me."
"Have you ever seen something so wonderful in your entire life?"
“How did you survive being locked up in a castle for all this time?”
“What do you mean, you’re the lost princess?”
"Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten"
“It’s called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you.”
“I warn you child. If I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?!”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me.”
“A true loves kiss. If only there was someone out there who loved you.”
"Today is a good day to try"
"Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours"
"If you ain’t scared, you ain’t alive"
"Any day spent with you is my favorite day. So, today is my new favorite day"
"He fell into despair, and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"
“You really shouldn’t come back here, you know. It’s not safe.”
“I told you to stay away from this wing!”
“He was this close—just staring at me.”
“Do you trust me?”
“(And) You will always be in my heart.”
“I especially love his smile.”
“New and a bit alarming.”
“Now kiss her.”
“How can I prove myself if no one will give me a chance?”
“People around here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”
“I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.”
“Guys….I want a castle.”
“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.”
“When I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you, and I’m home.”
“Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”
“There’s no one I’d rather be than me.”
“It was worth it…if you learned something from it.”
“You deliberately disobeyed me.”
“I’m surrounded by idiots.”
“How could you do that to me?”
Song Lyric prompts
“And I’ve got friends on the other side.” - Dr. Facilier, “Friends on the Other Side”,
“But you’ll be rewarded when at last I am given my dues. And injustice deliciously squared! Be prepared.”
“I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty. They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”
“If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.”
“I’ve reached the top and had to stop and that’s what botherin’ me.”
“Ain't got time for messing around”
“People down here think I'm crazy”
“I put a spell on you, and now you’re mine.
“Don’t forget it, you’ll regret it.”
“Every hour we spent together Lives within my heart”
“Never thought she'd look my way And she smiled at me and held me”
“I was the master of my fate.”
“I learned the truth too late.”
“I let her steal into my melancholy heart.”
“I'm where I'm meant to be”
“He has never been one of us.”
“Now I know she’ll never leave me.”
“I should thank you...but it’d be more fun to kill you.”
“This crown gives me a feeling of power!”
“It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame”
“He asked for trouble the moment he came”
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Collector's Edition: Cars and Conversations (Part I)
Mulder and Scully have traveled a lot a lot a lot during their years in the basement-- surely, they had pretty cool conversations on the road?
Loose chronological order below~
@wexleresque/hellsteeth's
stars
As he climbs into the passenger seat of his father’s Lincoln, Fox yawns. The dashboard clock reads 5:03 AM and the smug tilt of his mother’s lips suggests that the early hour is the result of considerable negotiation. The tires crunch on the driveway and his mother waves at him absentmindedly from the porch as they depart. She doesn’t make a habit of smiling, but in the dark, Fox thinks something close might be on her face.
The drive is quiet this morning, save for the news on the radio and the whistle of the wind through the cracked window. Sunflower seeds sail over the glass and Fox takes a few out of the bag, chewing on them for something to do.
“How’s work, Dad?” he asks as they pass Fall River.
Young Mulder is tossed back and forth by his begrudging parents.
the fbi basement bulletin board - Chapter 5 (Tumblr)
“Hm. Well you probably don’t need a medical professional to tell you this, but if you keep moving it around, it’s going to take longer to heal. You need to rest it.”
“Noted, doc. And you just missed the turn, by the way.”
S1 Mulder is bad at directions-- especially with a sprained wrist.
Local Radio (Tumblr)
Driving out to a little town in Indiana hadn't been in the original plan, but the business of Memorial Day weekend had removed flying as an option. They needed to reach their destination within 24 hours. So here they were, en route to another place that didn't even warrant a dot on the map (you've seen one, you've seen them all, he sometimes thought to himself).
Mulder is amused at a crazy radio station (and at Scully's reaction.)
Christine Leigh's (Alt. Ao3) Maybe?
"Okay, here we are." Maggie said this as she pulled off the highway and onto the road that would take them into Democrat Hot Springs. She was surprised that there wasn't more traffic. This town, if she remembered right, was supposed to be some sort of a resort area. Five more minutes, and they were in the parking lot looking up at the familiar sight of the neon arches, and that's all that mattered.
Captain Scully is back from deployment; and Maggie senses something is off with her youngest daughter.
@thatfragilecapricorn30's (Ao3) Tell Me You Love Me - Chapter 1
“How do you know where I live?” he asked.
Scully’s cheeks reddened; she was hoping he wouldn’t notice or find her actions inappropriate. “It was, uh, it was in your personnel file. I wrote down your address after you called me at home after the last case. I figured I may need it at some point.”
Mulder smiled. “Just trying to see if you’ve been spying on me.”
Post Deep Throat Scully can't shed her keyed-up nerves after driving Mulder back home.
@scullywolf's (Ao3)
Eve
Her eyes narrowed. “How far up north?”
“California’s a big state, Scully.”
“I’m aware of that. How far?”
He decided there was probably something very interesting over in the corner that merited staring at while he answered. “About 300 miles. Give or take.”
Eve Mulder sheepishly wakes Scully.
Red Museum
Sure, the old man wasn’t a member of the church, and similarities between him and Brother Andrew were all but nonexistent, but the cryptic “There’s something I’d like to show you,” with no further explanation, was enough to set her mental warning bells chiming. She was a grown woman, with a gun, but that didn’t mean she loved the idea of jumping into some random stranger’s truck after only the briefest of exchanges. Mulder joined her at the truck’s window, an unspoken question on his face.
Red Museum Scully communicates her anxieties to Mulder without a word.
Demons
The car company rep agreed to come and pick her up, and she sat down on the curb for only a minute or so before getting up again to pace off her nervous energy. A hundred horrible scenarios played themselves out in her head; at least ninety of them involved Mulder getting into car wrecks of varying degrees of seriousness. In order to keep herself from panicking, she tried to focus on the task at hand, which only made her angry that she was even in her current position in the first place.
Demons Scully has to call in a new rental car.
Drive
“All I’m saying,” she said pointedly, “is that it could be worse. We could be crammed in a room right now with a bunch of other agents, and instead we’re at least driving around through what you have to admit is some fairly scenic farmland.”
Mulder spared a moment to mourn their lost office.
Drive Scully appreciates being out in the field with Mulder again.
Dreamland II
"...Mulder, I’m not proud of how long it took me to realize what was going on. I was about ready to drag you in for an MRI. Some sort of delayed-effect brain trauma from your trip out to the Queen Anne was the only thing I could think of to account for your dramatic change in behavior. Only it wasn’t you at all–”
“Well, you believe it now, and that’s all that matters. Now how do we fix things?”
Dreamland II Mulder and Scully catch up before heading back into the fray.
@cactustree's (Ao3) Fast Times and Slow Drives
She startles when she feels a warm hand on top of hers, and her eyes snap open as though jolted by an electric shock. She looks over to find Mulder studying her, his eyes darkened with concern.
“Watch the road, Mulder,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away from his.
“What’s wrong, Scully?”
Post Genderbender Mulder banters away Scully's apology with facts.
@h0ldthiscat's (Ao3, Alt. Ao3)
Survivor
She swats him away with one of her small hands when he touches her head and helps her into the car, but the look she shoots him lacks her usual antagonism, and the purse of her lips doesn't quite convince him that she's annoyed.
"Do you want another one of these before we hit the road?" He shakes a half-empty bottle of Gatorade at her as he slides behind the wheel, but she shakes her head once, firmly, and presses her lips together in a thin line, making them even whiter than they are.
Post Darkness Falls Mulder drives them home.
7. things you said while we were driving
She shoves the sunshade back up and clears her throat. “Can we go?”
He notices for the first time that her eyes are wet, that her chin is quivering despite her best attempts to control it. Remorse and guilt wash over him as he remembers an offhand comment from earlier in the week that explains her makeup, her nicer-than-usual suit, the set of her jaw.
Post Never Again Mulder's remorse soothes Scully's feelings.
Can I ask for a fic tonight? :)
“Was the drive okay?” she asks.
Mulder jerks his head back to the still open door and says, “Ask your son, he drove.”
William appears in the doorway, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, tawny hair in his eyes. “It was fine, Mom.”
“Good,” she says, shooting daggers at Mulder with her eyes, daggers that say she can’t believe he let their son drive in a snowstorm....
AU-- Revival era Scully is not pleased Mulder let college age William drive back in a snowstorm.
@crossedbeams’s (Ao3) I-Spy
‘I love this song!’ I explain, whizzing the twizzler I have pilfered from Mulder’s junk food haul around in some vaguely rhythmic pattern. I love music I just lack the skill set to express that love very elegantly.
Mulder chuckles at my enthusiasm and cranks up the volume, ‘I never would have had you pegged as a Clapton fan’.
S1 Scully tells Mulder about her family road trips.
@slippinmickeys's (Ao3, Gossamer)
Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 25 (Tumblr)
The thing was, it was next to impossible to see out the windshield.
Scully loved thunderstorms. Having spent a large portion of her youth in San Diego, they were still a novelty, even after years on other, more weather-prone bases and college campuses, and if she'd been home, she would have pulled up a chair next to her window and curled up there with a mug of tea, watching the light play in the sky and the water ping sharply against the glass.
However, as a driver she was cautious, and with Mulder, well, she had a reputation to uphold: He was the engine. She was the brake.
S1 Scully drives through a storm, donuts and a dozing partner included.
@brownies-and-tea/browniesandtea's Collect Call
“Mulder, it’s too late.” Scully sighed and leaned against the rain-streaked window of the car.
"I can't believe you're thinking fondly of that awful motel."
"I'm thinking fondly of a decent night's sleep." she stretched across the passenger seat.
S1 Mulder pursues a lead with Scully, from car to phone booth.
Ten's Learning to Breath (1/2)
In the elevator the women leaned him against one of the walls and kept talking to him, worried that otherwise he would go back to sleep and start sliding to the floor. Dana asked him questions, like his name and address, to keep him alert. She was relieved when she received the correct answers.
They got him into the backseat of Maggie's car, careful not to bump his head. Dana immediately raced around the car and got in the back herself. She fastened his seatbelt and watched as he leaned back against the headrest. He was asleep again before Maggie turned the key in the ignition.
AU-- Post One Breath Scully, Maggie, and Melissa are shocked at the state of Mulder's apartment.
J. C. Sun's Car Ride
My partner is next to me, as he always is, but for the first time in months, he's wearing his glasses. They make him look like an owl: a giant, somber six-foot owl perched in the driver's side seat. However, I doubt any owl has ever rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbow and cradled a book in his lap, or chased the paranormal for a living. Nor do I think any owl has ever looked quite like him: the slightly twisted nose, the clear hazel eyes and the annoying, annoying little lock that, even now, droops across his forehead. It takes a wrench of will to resist the urge to reach out and to smooth it into place.
Post Firewalker Scully is bonded to Mulder now.
@seek-its-opposite/seek_its_opposite's
transient luminous events
He is still just standing there, the sleeves on the turtleneck he didn’t need to wear pushed up at the elbows. She is suddenly, vividly aware of the car, of the hot metal and the smell of rubber in stagnant humidity. Duane Barry’s trunk smelled like a spare tire. Her mouth goes cloth-gag dry.
“Can we?” she asks. She waves her hand at the road ahead and wonders how she’s so sure of this: He’d have known what she was asking even if she hadn’t.
“Sure,” Mulder nods. He looks relieved. He grabs their flashlights from the glove compartment and hands her one, and the flood of Pfaster’s headlights behind her eyes softens and clarifies into two beams that will never outrun her. And they walk.
Post Irresistible Scully confronts Mulder on his bubble-wrap method of protection.
if you weren't so
She tilts her chin up at him, at the usual angle, and finds that the geometry between them is the same.
“I need to talk to you,” she says. “Something’s happened.”
Behind him, his not-wife drags a recliner over the threshold in reverse, yelling at the houses that all look like hers.
“I have to talk to you alone.”
She says “alone” like she always says it and wonders if she meant to do that. There are days when she’s sure she could leave him in the dirt and still wind up in a room with him at the end of the world. As they slip behind the truck, she's gripped by the idea that to Joanne Fletcher, she is the woman Mulder shouldn’t be with.
AU-- Dreamland II Mulder and Scully try to find a way back to each other.
theramblinrose's Irresistible - Chapter 5/Chapter 6
“I didn’t know when I’d hear from you,” Mulder said.
“I’m at the airport,” Scully said. “I’ve got a car. I’m driving in. I just wanted to call before I left.”
“Anything wrong?” Mulder asked.
“No,” Scully said. “Honestly—everything’s feeling pretty right, Mulder.”
AU-- Irresistible Mulder and Scully are juggling their new relationship, a surprise pregnancy, and the fallout from the nefarious Pfaster.
eponine119's Same Old Fight
-Turn it back, he'd insisted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel with the effort of keeping the car on the narrow twisting road, This is making me jumpy.
-I don't know why I let you drive.
-You didn't have any choice.
-Mulder, pull over and let me drive.
-No.
S2 Mulder rescues Scully after their blowout fight almost ends with an explosive conclusion.
Sneakers/sneakers's
Walter Skinner's 'From Left Field
"But I don't see why Skinner should care about the book. It didn't mention *him*, and it didn't even use our names." Scully stood in front of the bookcase, scanning the shelves. "We didn't divulge anything classified; I'm sure the reading public thinks the whole think is a joke."
"But they had the nerve to claim I ate *twelve* piece of sweet potato pie!"
She pulled the book down. "Skinner's going to complain about your eating habits?"
"But I *hate* sweet potato pie, Scully. You know that, remember? I turned green at the gills last Thanksgiving, when your sister-in-law offered me some."
Post Jose Chung's From Outer Space Skinner has his thoughts on the book.
Sweet Home D.C.
"But the reception . . ." She looked out the window at the 1 AM darkness. "I think we both need to get some sleep. Turn the radio back on if you want to."
He did.
<< . . . Sweet home, Alabama . . . where skies are so blue . . . sweet home, Alabama . . . Lord, I'm coming home to you . . .>>
"That guy's got something wrong with his head, Scully."
Mulder and Scully, switching songs and swapping gum.
Evil_Little_Dog's
Cassadaga Bound
Dana squinted out the car window. "I don't think there's enough room in this town for all the witches, or demons, or devils in Florida, let alone the world."
S3 Mulder detours he and Scully to a fortune teller's.
Travelogue
“We’re not lost.” Mulder shot her a look then turned back to the road, correcting for the drift. “We’re directionally challenged.”
Making a guttural noise deep in her throat, Scully glanced out the window.
Mulder, the car, and a ditch.
@sunlightscully's (XF Writing Challenge - Food)
They have perfected the art of car eating. The driver orders and pays and hands the greasy bag over to be unpacked. The passenger unwraps the driver’s burger. They share fries.
When he pays she asks for the bare minimum and nothing too expensive. He orders extra large milkshakes and pretends he doesn’t see her stealing sips. They compensate for each other. Ketchup has not been spilled in years.
Mulder realizes he loves Scully.
Starbuck's (FFN) Wake Me When We Get There
"Shouldn't be much longer, Scully."
She made no acknowledgment, lying her head upon the seat once again. He continued driving as she drifted in and out of consciousness. White line. White line. Yellow line.
"Wake me when we get there, Mulder."
Mulder keeps the volume down so his partner can sleep on the long drive home.
@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunk's (Ao3) drabble; pay no mind
Scully paces around the car, branches and leaves snapping quietly under her weight. But she’s not angry, not at all, or nervous. She occasionally bends down to steal a sunflower seed from him and pauses to crack it before continuing her little loops.
Mulder and Scully find their own ways to entertain themselves when the rental car breaks down.
@incidental-ao3/incidental's Febuwhump 2023: The Truth is Out There (And the Fic is In Here) - Chapter 18
“No, Mulder, I should be keeping you awake, you’re the driver.”
“But I am awake,” he argued reasonably. “So there’s no reason for you to torture yourself when you could catch another few hours’ rest.”
“Don’t be dramatic, it’s not torture,” she scoffed. He smirked.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he said. She scowled sleepily.
Scully tries not to fall asleep, and Mulder ruminates on life before lights.
@mulderbabe77's Taco Stands and Regrets
He pushed down a little harder on the gas pedal.
“Are you gonna throw up?” He gulped, hoping to hear a no.
“Nope,” she answered and for a moment he almost sighed with relief. “The other thing, I think,” she finished, grimaced again and held a hand to her cramping stomach.
“I’m on it!” He sped the car up a little more.
Ten minutes later they could see the exit just ahead. Mulder was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Mulder and Scully both get food poisoning while on the road.
@hamster-on-fire/fade_into_the_dusk_with_me’s For The Sake Of Driving (Ao3)
They’d do this sometimes. Drive. They were always driving, it seemed. But when it was dark like this & he was scared like this, or tired like this, or just utterly numb like this, it was different. The curve of the road up ahead could feel like a whole conversation; the silence, an opening, & they’d both sit there, like staring at a sterile wound.
Mulder and Scully help each other decompress on long, long car drives late into the night.
Timemeantnothing's On the road again
“We helped keep the Germans from getting Thor’s Hammer.”
“Mhmm,” Scully hummed, turning the corner.
“It was Einstein, Scully. We protected Albert Einstein.”
“That was very good of us to do.”
Mulder and Scully, driving: hot ladies, aliens, cheek kisses, Triangle rambles, and Millennium contentedness.
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we could be more | dean winchester | 3
Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.
SERIES MASTERLIST
BLOODLUST
NOW PLAYING: REVENGE - TANFEELZ
I walked down the stairs, and when he saw me, Dean choked on his morning coffee while Sam sipped it, amused.
“Morning, boys.” I smiled, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring one of my own, adding creamer.
“Morning.” Sam smirked.
“Is that what you’re wearing on the case?” Dean asked, putting his hand over his chest. I looked down at my outfit, wondering if I should start teasing him or not. I was wearing a black cropped tank top, high-waisted slim jeans and was wearing a baseball cap.
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “What, can’t call me Beanie now?”
“I still will and you know it.”
“Course you will, but what about my outfit is distracting, Dean?”
“Yeah, Dean?” Sam chuckled.
“Nothing.” He coughed. “Let’s just get in the Impala as quickly as we can. I can’t wait to drive her again.”
We were now in the Impala, driving to Red Lodge cause we’d gotten another case. Dean was happily singing along to the music, while Sam and I watched him, amused.
“Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?” He whooped, grooving along to the music.
”If you two ever wanna get a room, let Sam and I know.” I quipped, making Sam laugh.
”Oh, don't listen to them, baby. They don’t understand us.” He cooed.
”You’re in a good mood.” Sam smirked.
”Why shouldn't I be?”
“No reason.”
”Got my car, got my case, things are looking up…”
”Wow, Dean, give you a couple of severed heads and mutilated cows and you’re Mr Sunshine.” I chuckled, making Sam cackle, and Dean laughed too, to my surprise.
”How far to Red Lodge?” He asked.
”300 miles.” Sam replied.
Dean’s eyes glanced back to where my bandage used to be, thinking. ”Beanie, are you good for me to-“
”Dean, I’m not fragile, just floor it.” I rolled my eyes, and he pressed the pedal to the metal, speeding up.
We walked up to the sheriff in his office, who admittedly had an impressive moustache.
“Hello sir, we’re with World Weekly News.” I introduced. “My name’s Lily Carter, and these are my partners Fred Logan,” I pointed at Sam, “and Jensen Barnes.” I gestured to Dean. “Is it alright if we ask a few questions?” I asked, and Dean and Sam looked at me in masked surprise, wondering how I lied so naturally.
“The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time.” He replied coldly.
“Sure, sure, we understand that,” Sam nodded, “but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?”
“Mhmm.”
“And the other, a, uh, Christina Flanagan.”
“That was two days ago. Is there-“ A lady knocked at the door, pointing at her watch. The sheriff turned back to us, frowning. “Alright, you three, time’s up.”
“One last question-“
“Yeah, what about the cattle?” Dean interrupted, stopping the sheriff.
“Excuse me?” He asked, eye twitching.
“You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases.”
“What about them?”
“Is there no connection at all, Sherriff?” I persisted, writing down my notes in a notebook.
“Connection… with..?”
”First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff.” Sam insinuated casually.
“Satanic ritual stuff.” Dean added.
“You’re not kidding…” The sheriff trailed off.
”No.”
”Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?”
“How?” I asked.
“Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?”
“Weekly World News.” Dean said confidently.
“World Weekly News.” Sam corrected.
“Weekly World-“
”World Weekly-“
”Weekly-“
”World-“
“World Weekly News.” I finished, closing my notebook. “They’re new. We’ll be leaving you to it, officer.” I walked out, prompting the two to follow after.
“How are you so good at lying?” Sam asked.
“You get good once you become a freak of nature.” I replied. “Hide your name or people will be after your blood and secrets.”
“What next?” Dean asked.
“Examine the bodies. I’ve got a couple of doctor’s coats in the car.”
“You touched my baby without telling me?”
“I cleaned the fingerprints off, Dean, you’re fine.”
We walked over to the front desk of the morgue wearing our doctor’s coats. There was an intern at the desk, and when we walked up to the desk, Dean took a look at the tag, which read ‘J. Manners’.
“John.” Dean guessed.
“Jeff.” Jeff grimaced.
“Jeff.” He repeated. “I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away.”
“But Dr Dworkin’s on vacation.”
“But he’s back and he’s screaming for you right now, so if I were you, I would…” Dean whistled, and Jeff ran away.
“Real smooth, Dean.” I sighed, taking a lock-picking tool and opening the door, letting us into the room with the heads.
“Yeah, I know. Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?“
“Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead.” Sam confirmed.
“Yeah. So much f'd up stuff happens in Florida.” We got three pairs of latex gloves and put them on, wheeling out a tray of a corpse with a box between it’s legs. “All right, open it.”
“No, you open it.”
“No, you-“
”You-“
“Both of you are wusses.” I rolled my eyes, carrying the box to a table and opening it. They both approached, wincing at the sight of the decapitated girl’s head. “So, decapitated head, which is nasty, but the forehead is clean.”
“Wow. Poor girl.” Sam tutted.
“Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat.” Dean suggested. “You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs.”
“Yeah, here, go ahead.”
“No, you go ahead.”
“You thought of it.”
“‘Put the lotion in the basket.’” Not a quote from Silence of the Lambs.
“Again, you’re wusses.” I searched in the mouth, checking the teeth and airways.
”Beanie, do you need me to catch you if you-“
”I’m not going to faint, Dean, but you might.”
“Just checking.”
”Dean, get me a bucket.” Sam asked from behind me.
“Did she find something?”
“No, I’m gonna puke.”
“Hey, guys.” I beckoned them over and lifted up the lip again, and both of them retched. “Oh, grow up. Look at the gum. This hole here?” I pressed a hole in the gum, and two pointed teeth sprang out.
“It's a tooth.”
“Sam, that’s a fang.” Dean corrected. “Retractable set of vampire fangs. You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Well, that changes things.” Sam grinned.
“Ya think?”
We entered a bar, where there was a man smoking at the counter. We were moving to sit down when Dean pulled out my chair for me and tucked it in when I moved to sat down. Sam and I gave him a weird look, but let it go.
“How's it going?” Dean nodded, sitting down.
“Living the dream.” The bartender replied coolly. “What can I get for you?”
“Three beers, please.”
“So, we're looking for some people.” Sam started nervously.
“Sure. Hard to be lonely.”
“Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant.” He dropped a 50 dollar bill on the table, and the bartender took it. “Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink...”
“Sleep all day, party all night, kind of thing.” I added.
“Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice.” The bartender informed, cleaning a glass.
“Right, thanks.” We got up, leaving our half-finished beers on the table. The man who was at the bar was gone, but his cigarette was left. We walked out, and I took my gun out of my pocket, holding it inconspicuously.
“Do you also see the guy behind us?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, we do.” Dean hissed. “Let’s lose him then question him.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I whispered, and we quickly went to the right, and heard the footsteps behind us stop.
“Beanie, stay back, cause if this guy’s a vamp, he’s dangerous.”
“The hell I will. Why are you being so protective?”
“He’s here.” Sam muttered.
“We’ll talk about this later.” Dean grumbled before he sprang out, taking out a knife and throwing the guy against a wall, holding the blade to his neck. “Smile.”
“What?”
“Show us those pearly whites.”
“Oh, for the love of -- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.” He looked at Sam’s stunned face and nodded the best he could. “Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there.”
“What do you know about vampires?” Sam interrogated.
“How to kill ‘em. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch.“ He started to pull away, but Sam reached in and pinned him harder to the wall. “Easy there, Chachi. We’re trying to keep me conscious here, aren’t we-“ I pulled Dean’s hand away from the guy’s neck and hook punched him, making him groan.
“You’re not in charge here, we are.” I growled, cocking my gun and holding it up. “So you better give us something before you find this at your temple.”
“Alright, alright!” He pulled up his lip, showing us his gum. “No fangs, happy? Gorgeous form, by the way.” Sam let him go, all of us relaxing.
“Damn, Ivy.” Sam breathed.
“Damn it is.” Dean chuckled.
“I like her.” The man chuckled, gesturing to me. “She one o’ your girlfriends, or somethin’?”
“They’d be honoured if I was.” I smirked.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Ivonne Rainer.”
He looked surprised, raising his eyebrows. “Rainer? You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?”
“Mick Rainer?” Dean repeated.
“Yeah, I’m his daughter.” I breathed. “What of it?”
“I’ll be damned.” He grinned. “I’m Gordon. Come with me.” We started walking to the car park. “And you boys?”
“Sam Winchester.” Sam introduced. “And, uh, my brother Dean.”
“I’ll be damned again. John Winchester’s boys? It’s like I’ve hit a jackpot.” We reached his car, and he opened it, revealing an arsenal of weapons. “Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot. Then there’s Michael Rainer.” He turned to me, whistling. “I ain’t ever met a man who can wrangle a spirit, demon, ‘geist, you name it- faster than he can. Shame he passed away as well.”
“Your dad’s dead?” Sam asked me, looking concerned.
“Again, story for another time.” I groaned, folding my arms.
“You seem to know a lot about our families.” Dean frowned.
“Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk.”
“I don’t think they do.” I scoffed.
“There’s a lot your dads didn’t tell you, then.”
“So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” Sam asked.
“Yep, been here two weeks.” I looked at his arsenal until I saw the hook, which had bloodstains on it. They were fresh. I looked back at Gordon, biting my lip.
“You ok?” Dean whispered in my ear. “Anything hurting?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I snapped back.
“Just checkin’, Beanie.” He turned back to Gordon. “Did you check out that Barker farm?”
“It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.” Gordon shook his head.
“Where's the nest, then?”
“I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.”
“We can help.”
”Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.”
“Come on, man, I’ve been itching for a hunt.”
“Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” Gordon got in his car, looking out. “It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.” He drove off, leaving us to stew in the events. I slipped the keys to the Impala from Dean’s pocket, storming over to the car.
“Bea- Ivonne!” Dean called, walking behind me. “What the hell?!”
Sam’s footsteps joined Dean’s. ”Dean, let me handle this-“
“No!”
I got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door. Dean and Sam got in, Dean in the seat beside me. I groaned in frustration, thankful that I didn’t have my powers. “Stupid Gordon revealing stupid everything-“
”Revealing what- Ivonne, talk to me! What the hell’s going on-“
”Dean!” Sam silenced Dean, leaning forward. “Can we talk about this once we’ve actually gotten a place to stay? Cause I personally don’t wanna die in a car crash and the last thing I hear is you two yelling it out!”
Dean sat back in his seat, groaning. “Fine.”
I didn’t say anything, I just started driving.
When we got a motel, the first thing Dean did was round on me.
“Is that the person who died, Ivonne?” He interrogated. “Cause you seem a whole lot angrier since Gordon mentioned Mick Rainer’s death.”
”What happened to my dad is none of your business-“
“A lot of things about you is none of our business!” Dean burst out. “Hell, the most I know about you is your name and what kind of coffee you like! You said your dad wasn’t around a lot and now both Sam and I know why, but you’re not telling us anything!”
“What about you, Dean, huh?” I countered, stepping forward and sizing him up. I was shorter, but oh well. “You’re not tellin’ me a lotta things either. You’re acting like I’m gonna collapse and die any minute, asking me if I’m doin’ ok, pullin’ out my chair, so what’s the deal about that, eh?” Dean seemed at a loss for words.
“We get that the subject is sensitive, but our dad died too.” Sam calmly explained. “We’d know how you feel.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“It’s hard to believe, but we do, and we want to help. We’re here to protect you. Tell us what happened.”
I stayed silent.
“Then we’ll wait.” Sam assured, then hugged me. Dean stood there awkwardly, looking guilty. But not for this, I don’t think. When we stepped back, Sam smiled. “I’m gonna go get us some dinner.” He left, and Dean went into the bathroom. I opened my satchel, taking out some spare pyjamas and changing into them, laying joggers out for the boys. I changed into shorts, but the moment I pulled my top over my head, Dean walked in. He looked me up and down for a moment, at a loss for words again.
“Damn.” He coughed, then seemed to realise. “Not damn, bad Dean-”
”You’re good.” I smiled briefly, pulling my pyjama top on. “We’re gonna be in this kind of situation a lot. I, uh, packed some joggers for you.”
”Thanks.” He picked them up, looked at them, paused, then put them down. “Look, Ivonne, I’m sorry.”
”For what?” I chuckled. “You’re right. You don’t know anything about me.”
”But what happened to your dad is your business. I’m not gonna pry, just tell me when you’re ready.”
”I can work with that.”
“And about the protecting you and all that jazz, it’s cause I blame myself for that knife in you.” I immediately turned to him, folding my arms.
“Hey, no, it wasn’t.”
”It’s just… it was my job to locate that guy and if I’d done it a little faster, your life wouldn’t be on the line.”
”You’d only find me dead with a knife in my jugular.”
”That’s specific.” He joked until he quietened down. “That’s how your dad died.”
”Close.” I smiled.
“And you’re attached to the name Lily Carter too.” He deduced. “She close?”
”They.” I paused, sitting on my bed. “Lily and Carter Rainer. My brother and sister.” Dean sat beside me, clasping his hands. Sam walked back in, and, sensing the situation, pulled up a chair. “I think I should tell you what happened. You guys told me the deal with your mom, so it’s fair play.”
”When you’re ready.” Sam nodded.
“I was meant to be the eldest sibling of five. It was me, then Carter, fifteen, then Quinn, Carter’s twin, then Lily, thirteen, then my mom’s unborn child, just 18 weeks in. I was 19. Quinn had been diagnosed with cancer just before mom got pregnant, and died soon after. It broke everyone, and even the gender reveal of my baby brother didn’t cheer anyone up. It was like we were soulless, and I didn’t talk to anyone for a long time, especially not Carter, who started acting up.” I paused, breathing out shakily.
“You need to cut that attitude, young man.” I growled, facing Carter. “Quinn and dad are both dead, I know-“
”You don’t know!” He shouted.
”The hell I do! I’m trying my hardest to-“
”That’s where you’re wrong, Ivonne, cause you’re not trying at all.” Carter seethed. “Lily was taken out of school cause she kept crying and where are you during the day when I get into a fight?”
”Taking care of our mother.” I frowned. “Y’know, cause she’s pregnant with our brother and dad isn’t even alive to help so that means that I have to step in. Heck, he wasn’t even here in the first place. Just… go to your room!” I pointed to his room, and he stalked off, giving me a nasty look.
“Take your time.” Dean murmured.
”Nah, I need to… I need to get this out.” I gulped, trying to stop my voice from breaking. “If I don’t, I’ll explode. One day, we get the news that dad was found dead, but his heart was carved out of his body, almost so perfectly it was surgical. I completely bricked out Carter by then, cause I thought he didn’t need me and I had my own problems. Seems like a dreamwalking demon found his emotions good enough to feed on. In the night, I hear a scream, and then silence.” Tears started to fill my eyes as my voice broke. “I run to investigate and I find Lily dead with a knife stuck right through her jugular.”
I was reading a book, flipping the pages absent-mindedly. I frowned, looking at the introduction of the main character’s younger brother-
“IVY!” I heard Lily scream. “IVY, HE-“
Silence.
“Lily!” I called, leaping out of bed and rushing up the stairs. “LILY!” I burst into her room and almost collapsed, and she was lying in her bed, eyes open and a terrorised face.
But there was a knife stuck straight through her throat.
“Lily!” I cried, running over. “Lily…” I felt tears run down my face as I kissed her forehead, smoothing back her hair. I cradled her, sobbing as I tried to ignore the gaping hole that had appeared in me where Lily once was. “I’m so sorry, Lil. I’m so sorry…”
“God.” Dean breathed.
”Then I hear mom scream, then silence. I go up to her bedroom and there she is, a knife through her jugular and another in her belly, where my unborn brother was. We were going to name him Nathan. He wasn’t even alive yet and he was murdered…” I wiped a tear that went down my face. “Carter was there, smirking as if he did me a favour. Then another knife appeared in his hand, and he was about to do the same to me when he stopped and he…” I let out a loud sob, burying my face into my hands. Sam instantly moved to side hug me, while Dean gripped my hand. “He stabbed the knife… straight through his own throat. He was dead before he hit the ground. He wasn’t even awake in the first place.”
I’d barely finished mourning over Lily when a second scream pierced the house, which was my mom’s.
”PLEASE, SPARE ME! IVY, HELP ME-“
Silence.
I left Lily reluctantly, sprinting up the stairs two at a time to try and get there before the killer left. “MOM!” I kicked down her door, and I screamed at the sight. Blood stained her sheets, and there were two knives in her, one in her jugular and the other in her belly, where my now dead unborn brother is. I looked at the perpetrator and almost screamed.
It was Carter.
He was standing there, eyes glazed but a wicked grin on his face as he held another knife, preparing to throw it at me. However, in the nick of time, I felt my hand close around something. I didn’t even think about how I could use whatever was given to me, I just raised it, my finger pulled something and two loud bangs emitted from it, two holes appearing in my brother’s chest, and just after a black smoke flew up and out of the window. I stared at what was given to me with shaking hands, gasping in horror. It was a gun.
I’d shot my brother.
I ran over to Carter, taking the nape of his neck in my hand as I looked into his eyes. They were still glazed, as if he was sleeping.
He was sleeping.
“A dreawalker got to you, Carter.” I whispered, my quiet sobs turning to racking ones. I checked the gun wounds, which were black and like a crater, almost. The gun was still in my hand as the front door was knocked down, policemen filing in.
”After that, I completely broke down. My family was gone and murdered. So I got out of the police case innocent, fled Jersey and I’ve been moving ever since.”
“That…” Sam paused. “I don’t even know what to say.”
”My mom made my middle name Hazel cause it’s what she originally wanted to name me.” I whispered. “Her death, little Nate’s death, haunts me everyday. Even dad’s. I tried to buffer it by making the excuse that dad wasn’t there for anything and that mom cheated on him when she got the chance to, but it still hurts like hell. I can’t help but think if the dreamwalker will come back to finish the job with me.”
“Daniel Elkins?” I called out, venturing in. An old man turned around, frowning.
“Who’s askin’?” He rumbled, standing up.
”Ivonne Rainer, Michael Rainer’s daughter.”
”You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?”
”That’s right.” He took a look at my face, nodding.
”You look just like him. Got a little bit of Audrey too.”
”I’ve been told.”
“I’m sorry for your losses.”
”Thank you.” I nodded, then held out the gun. “I developed a sorceress’s powers the night I got this gun, my powers gave it to me, but it’s not an ordinary one. I talked to hunters who knew my dad and they pointed me to you.” I gave him the gun, which he examined.
”Your powers are a blessin’, girl.” He said gruffly. “This is called the Colt. Can kill anyone an’ anything and all you have to do is pull the trigger and have good aim.”
“Can you handle it?”
”Course I can. Who d’you shoot with this?”
”My brother, just after a dreamwalker left his body.”
He clapped my shoulder, looking solemn. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”
”Ivonne, I am so sorry.” Dean pulled me into a hug, kissing my head. “I don’t have words either. But what happened isn’t your fault.”
“And we won’t let that dreamwalker hurt you.” Sam assured.
”We’ll kill it before it does.”
I felt kind of grateful for having Dean and Sam with me, but I also felt guilty.
”Do you need one of us to stay with you tonight?” Sam asked softly.
”Most likely.” I smiled awkwardly, then Dean raised his hand.
“I’ll do it. Sammy’s gonna take up the bed, him and his giant DNA.” Dean volunteered, clapping Sam on the shoulder. He turned to me. “Whatcha thinking about?”
”I wanna track this Gordon guy.” I told them. “If he’s hunting vampires, he’s gonna do it tomorrow night and one may kill him. We don’t need another dead hunter.”
“She’s right.” Sam nodded. “We can track him down in the morning.”
”In the meantime, I packed joggers for you guys.” I gestured to the joggers. “I figured that we’d need a change of clothes if we happened to stay the night anywhere.”
“So that’s where that pair went.” Sam chuckled. “Nice one.”
“Now we don’t have to sleep in jeans.” Dean grinned, picking his up.
Dean emerged from the bathroom with just his joggers on, making Sam groan.
“Dean, it’s not you and I anymore.” He sighed.
“You’re acting like I haven’t seen a guy shirtless.” I smirked, making them double take. “Yeah. I have flings too.”
“Is Alex Wilde one of them, Beanie?” Dean smirked.
“No.”
“Well, there’s always time for it.”
“Ivy, are you comfortable with it?” Sam asked.
“Course. I practically raised Carter, so I can handle you both.
“That’s settled, then.” Dean grinned, shoving himself under the blanket. I quickly did my hair into a rope braid, and Dean’s eyes seemed to be… somewhere… on me.
“Dean…?” I raised an eyebrow, turning.
“Yeah, Beanie?”
“What are you staring at?”
“Yeah, Dean.” Sam smirked.
”I-I was staring at your necklace.” Dean stammered. “Wasn’t there before.”
“Ellen gave it. It was my mom’s.” I grinned, ruffling his hair. “But it’s cute when you’re flustered.” I got into bed, laying down next to Dean, both of us facing the ceiling. Sam turned off the light and laid down, falling asleep soon after. I heard a shift next to me.
“Beanie?” He muttered.
“Yeah?” I softly replied, turning my head to face his.
“What was Carter like?”
“He was like Sam, really. Smart, loyal, brave. Stubborn as hell. There’s not anything I wouldn’t have done for him. But he became a wreck after Quinn died, and it was so hard to recognise him. I guess that’s why I went so hard on him. I think I was trying to restore him in the worst way possible when I couldn’t deal myself.”
”I get that.” He whispered. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Sammy.”
”I can tell.” I smiled. “Even though you two fight like raccoons sometimes, you protect him. I just wished that I could have had the same thing with Carter.”
“You did what you had to do.” He assured. “Poor kid could’ve suffered worse had he woken up and been arrested for the murder of his family.”
”I suppose.” I shrugged. “Then again, I would’ve put my prints on the knives and said that I did it.” We stayed silent, just staring at the ceiling.
I shivered; it was cold. And, as if he had a radar, Dean sat up on his elbow, looking over. “You’re cold.”
“Excellent spot, Dean.”
“Sammy once said that staying close can preserve body heat.”
“Dean Winchester, are you trying to hit on me?”
“No, no! I do not. It’s that… I’m really warm, and I don’t want you to be cold cause then you’ll be uncomfortable-“
”I get it.” I grinned. “Sure.”
“Alright, uh…” He chuckled. “How are we gonna do this?” I scooted up to him, laying my head in the crook of his neck while my hand rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around me, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my arms.
“You weren’t kidding.” I laughed. “This is like a radiator.”
“And you weren’t kidding about being cold.” He kissed my hair, sighing afterwards. “It’s only been a few, Beanie, and it doesn’t always seem like it, but I care about you. You take care of Sammy when I can’t. Heck, you’ve even saved my life-“
”Don’t say it.” I whispered, looking up. “Cause I know.”
I opened my eyes, yawning softly. Dean’s eyes were shut and Sam was cocooned in his blanket, so I pried myself out of Dean’s arms and quickly changed into a Led Zeppelin band shirt and jeans, pulling a black beanie over my head. Carter’s beanie. I got out a map, sat at the table and started triangulating the two murders and finding out the third location.
”Thanks, dad.” I whispered as I circled the third. I left a note for Sam and Dean, walking out and coincidentally running into Gordon.
“Morning, Ivonne.” He nodded.
“Gordon.” I replied with a small smile. “I thought I was the only early bird today.”
”I like to get a head start.” He grinned, and I felt unsettled a bit.
“Understandable.”
”Hey, uh, the gun you pointed at me, was that your dad’s gun?”
”It was.” I took it out of the inside of my jacket, holding it up.
“Mick Rainer’s gun.” Gordon chuckled. “Stuff of legend among hunters. There’s talk that it dated back farther than the Colt, and every owner, before passing it on, heats the metal and remoulds it, making the pattern-“
”-in the image of the next chosen holder, complete with their name.” I stored the gun back, smirking. “I know that story off by heart, thanks. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get breakfast for the boys.”
”BEANIE-“ Dean rushed out then stopped, still pulling on his shirt. “Oh.”
”Dean, I left a note.” I sighed.
”But I had to check!” He slumped. “Fine. Sam is cranky.”
”We better get that breakfast then.” I grinned. “Nice running into you, Gordon.” We walked off, and Dean turned to me, leaning in.
“Got a beer in your satchel?”
”I have a breath mint.”
”Ouch.”
That night, we were driving up to the farm which I’d said was Gordon’s next hit location. We went over, and there Gordon was, close to getting decapitated. Sam sprang into action, pulling Gordon out, while I punched the vampire, Dean rushing in to deliver another hit while I kicked him. The vampire was shoved against the belt, and Dean reached up, bringing the saw down on his head.
I watched while a vampire got brutally killed. And as he stared down on the body, with blood splattered on his face, Dean didn’t look guilty. Not in the slightest.
He looked like he enjoyed it.
I frowned, looking down as Gordon laughed, looking up. “I guess I owe you that drink.” We headed to the bar, where Gordon paid for the drinks. “I insist. Thank you, sweetie.“ He raised a glass, and Dean did too. “And another one bites the dust.”
”That’s right.” Dean smirked, both of them clinking glasses.
”Dean.” Gordon cackled. “You gave that big fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.”
“Thank you.”
”Beautiful. It was absolutely beautiful.”
”Beautiful?” I cut in. Sam just stayed silent, laid back in his seat.
”You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked.
”Yeah.” Sam nodded.
”Well, lighten up, Sammy!” Gordon encouraged.
”Only Dean and Ivy get to call me that.”
“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.”
”Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess.”
”Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job.”
“See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy.” Dean gestured to Gordon, but I tilted my head. Really? This dude?”
”Yeah, I could.” Sam grimaced, then stood up. “I’m not gonna put a downer on your parade. I’m going back to the motel.”
”I’ll go with him.” I stood up as well, smiling falsely as I walked behind Sam. “You boys enjoy yourselves.”
“Hey, Sam?” Dean called, making Sam and I turn around. “Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later.” He threw the keys to Sam, who caught them. We walked out in silence, until Sam looked up.
Sam coughed. “Is it just me, or-“
“Is Dean being a douche?” I smirked. “Yeah. Big time.”
“This Gordon guy seems really off.”
“He does.” I nodded. “So I’ve got a way to find out who this guy is.”
We hung the keys in our room, and I dialled a number, putting it on speaker.
‘Harvelle's Roadhouse.’
“Ellen?” I grinned. “It’s Ivvy. Sam’s with me, and you’re on speaker.”
‘Ivvy, Sam! So good to hear from you.’
“Same here, Ellen.” Sam laughed.
‘You three are ok, aren’t you?’
“Yeah, we just had something to run by you.” I looked at Sam, patting him on the shoulder.
‘Yeah, shoot.’
“Has a guy called Gordon Walker ever stopped by your bar?” Sam asked.
‘Yeah, I know Gordon.’
“And?”
‘Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie?’
“We ran into him on a job and we’ll, we’re kind of working with him-“
‘Don’t do that, Sam.’ She warned.
“I thought you said he was a good hunter.” I frowned.
‘Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you boys just let him handle it and you move on.’
Sam looked concerned, so he spoke up. “But Ellen-“
‘No, Sam- you just… listen to what I’m telling you, ok?’
”Alright, Ellen.” I nodded then said bye and cut the call. “Do we trust her information?”
“Rather her than Gordon.” Sam shrugged. “Besides, he sounded spooked.”
“We need to warn Dean.” I sighed. “Before it’s too late and he’s a copy of Gordon.” We went out, Sam putting coins in a machine and taking out two Cokes. He gave one to me, and I cracked it open and drank some out of it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, but I ignored it.
“Do you need my to get some food from the other one?” I asked.
“Two packets of crisps, maybe.” He nodded so I went to the other one-
Oh, god.
Noises of fighting rang out behind me, in which Sam was knocked out by two people, one holding a telephone that was used to knock him out. I pulled out my gun, aiming it at the woman who was holding it,
“Bad move.” I growled. “You never attack someone when their back is turned.” One of them bared their fangs at me, but the woman stopped him. “Take one step, I dare you.”
“She’s holding Michael Rainer’s gun.” The woman whispered to her companion. “She’s his daughter.”
“What of it?” I frowned.
“Can we trust her?” The man asked her.
“We can try.” She whispered, then spoke up. “My name’s Lenore. I knew your father.”
“Many people did.” I scoffed. “You’re just another Joe and Jane.”
“He helped us.” She smiled. “And you can too. We need your help, Ivonne. He told us you could, if you ever found us.”
I lowered my gun a little, then stiffened up. “How can I trust you?”
“‘One bullet can make one family and break another as well, so be careful where you use it.’.” She cited. “He told us a lot about you. About the scar cutting across your eyebrow and where you got it from, which was your first hunt.” She gestured to her own eyebrow, and I started to get the thought that she wasn’t lying. “How you stole his old leather jacket and love wearing beanies. How he would’ve given anything to see you more. We need your help, so please, don’t shoot.”
I took a deep breath before lowering my gun. “Fine. But I go anywhere Sam goes.”
“Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone where the nest is.” She begged, and I nodded.
I was waiting for Sam to wake up, when I heard a familiar voice call my name.
“Ivy?” I turned, seeing a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes who was making his way up to me. I laughed, standing up.
“Will?” I hugged him, grinning. “No way!”
“It’s so good to see you.” We stepped back, a goofy grin on his face. “I thought you wouldn’t wanna talk to me after we broke up.”
“It’s not the principle that you were a vampire.” I sighed. “It was the principle that I move around a lot for my work.”
He stared at me for a moment, a charged air in between us. “You like your work a lot, huh?”
“I’ve minimised vampire killings.” I smiled. “Only the evil ones.”
“That’s good.” He nodded. “I’m glad Lenore listened to my pitch.”
“I’m really proud of you, Will.” I paused, “Even if animal blood is the broccoli of your world.”
“I just wanted to protect you.”
“And I owe you my life for that. Honestly, I thought you’d have gotten over me by now.”
“You’ve probably heard this a million times, Ivy, but you’re impossible to get over.” He looked down, rumpling his hair with his hand. “I was just beginning to come to terms with our breakup and… now you’re here.”
“Should I be happy or sad about that?” I chuckled.
“I’d rather you be happy.”
“Will.” Eli came in, rounding the corner. “We need the girl.”
“I’m coming.” I walked with Eli, and the moment Sam saw me, he started struggling.
“Did you turn her?!” He growled, trying to break free.
“I’m ok, Sammy.” I assured, kneeling down in front of him. “These guys are clean, trust me. They do drink animal blood.”
“We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated.” Eli hissed.
“That’s enough, Eli.” Lenore warned.
”Yeah, Eli, that’s enough.” Sam teased.
“What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight.”
“Then why bring us here?” I asked.
“Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us.”
“So you’re asking us not to follow you.” Sam realised.
“We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone.”
“Give me one reason why I should believe you.”
“You know what I’m gonna do?” She got closer. “I’m gonna let you go.” She turned to Will, gesturing to us both. “Take them back. Not a mark on either of them.”
“We need to stop Dean.” Sam whispered.
“Yeah, we do.” I nodded.
We got back, and I leaned in the window to the driver’s seat. “Thanks, Will.”
“It’s nothing.” He smiled, leaning closer.
“Trust me, I owe you a lot for what you’ve done.” I grinned, tilting my head. Resisting drinking my blood, making the switch to animal blood, tackling members of your own family just to keep me safe, it’s a lot-“ I was silenced by his lips on mine, and I cupped his cheek, grinning stupidly when I pulled away. “I owe you for that too.“
“Pay me back later.” He smirked. “Your friend there looks like he’s gonna burst out into laughter.” I heard a snort, and I turned to Sam, who was looking up to the sky.
“Don’t mind me.” Sam giggled. “I’m just looking at this really interesting pitch black sky while you two are smooching.”
“Shut up.” I pulled a newspaper out of my satchel, thwacking Sam across the head before stuffing it back in. “You’re such a child.”
“I never knew that you were a romantic.”
“I was.” I smiled. “Will was a boyfriend.”
“Looks like the boyfriend. You met him in the nest and now you’re both kissing. Will and Ivy, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G-“
”Scratch that, you’re a baby.” I opened the door to the motel room, and our smiles were wiped off our faces to see Gordon with Dean. I hung up my jacket, and my arm holster, which contained my gun, was left exposed.
”Where you been?” Dean asked.
“Can we talk to you alone?” Sam asked, and Dean seemed to agree.
“Mind chillin’ out for a couple minutes?” He followed us outside, and I shut the door.
“Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt.”
“What are you talking about? Where were you?”
”The nest.”
”You found it?”
“They found us, man.”
“How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?”
“None.”
“Well, they didn’t just let you go-”
“That’s exactly what they did, Dean.” I frowned.
“All right, well, where is it?” Dean asked.
“We were blindfolded, so no, we don’t know.” I lied.
“Well, you've got to know something.”
“We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them.”
“Why not?”
“We don't think they're like other vampires. We don't think they're killing people.” Sam urged.
“You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are.” Dean asked, looking angry and confused.
”The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood.”
“And you believed them?”
“Look at us, Dean.” Sam gestured to him and I. “They let us go without a scratch.”
“Wait, so you're saying... no, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care.” He started walking, and we didn’t have much time to convince him. “We find 'em, we waste 'em.”
“Why?”
“What part of vampire do you not understand?” Dean growled. “If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job.”
“So you would kill me if I still had my powers?” I asked, silencing him for a moment. “We kill ‘evil’, Dean, not just any supernatural force. They’re not killing people, so we don’t kill them.”
“Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them.”
“No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time.”
“Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows.”
“Gordon.“ I scoffed.
“Yes.” He nodded defiantly.
“You’re taking his word for it?” Sam asked cynically.
“That’s right.”
“Ellen says he’s bad news, Dean.” I persisted.
“You called Ellen?” Dean raised his eyebrows. We nodded. “And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. You may know her, Ivonne, but no thanks, I'll go with Gordon.”
“Right, cause Gordon's such an old friend.” Sam seethed, fists clenching. “You don't think I can see what this is?”
“What are you talking about?”
“He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.”
“Shut up, Sam.” Dean’s teeth gritted, and I could practically feel the tension rising.
“He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day.”
“You know what?” He chuckled, backing away. “I'm not even going to talk about this-“
“You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it.” Sam growled. “Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.”
“Okay.” Dean nodded, then punched Sam. I didn’t think; I just felt red hot rage boil up and my hand swung round, slapping some silence into Dean. He just stared at me, holding his jaw.
“Go.” I ordered, furious. “Go to your new best friend Gordon and when you’ve realised that we’ve been telling the truth, you’re come back and say sorry. And you better beg.”
He seemed to regain his pride, gritting his teeth. “I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself.” He left, and I turned to Sam, turning his face.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I don’t think there’s bruising.” He nodded. “Are you okay, though? You seemed to blow up.”
“Yeah, I just thought of Carter.” I nodded. “If anyone touched him, they’d be on the floor in seconds, I don’t care who they are.”
”I didn’t wanna hurt Dean. He’s just blindsided.”
“Luckily I’m here to slap some sense into him, then.”
“But we really do need to convince him.”
“Fine.” We went back into the motel room, where Dean was gathering his stuff.
“Gordon?” Dean called, but there was no Gordon.
“You think he went after them?” Sam asked.
“Most likely.”
“Dean, we have to stop him.” I urged.
“Really, Ivonne?” He scoffed, hand moving to his cheek, which was red. Good. “Cause I say we lend a hand.”
“Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe us that.” I paused. “You owe me, Dean.”
“Real good negotiator you are, Ivonne.”
“Careful, or your cheek might turn purple instead of red.” I shot back. “Think about it, Dean.”
“Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys.” We looked to where the keys were supposed to be, but they were gone.
“He snaked the keys.” Sam whispered. We ran to the car, getting inside through picking the lock.
“I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too.” Dean groaned while hot-wiring his car. ”So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?”
“The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.” I informed, looking at my own map.
“How do you know?”
“I counted.”
“They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.” Sam mapped out, tracing the path.
“You two are good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.” Dean grimaced.
We reached the house and went in, and I found both Lenore and Will tied to a chair, weak.
“Sam, Ivonne, Dean. Come on in.” Gordon grinned, holding a small bloody knife.
“Hey, Gordon. What's going on?” Dean asked, looking around.
”Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?”
“Look, man-“
“Just grab a knife. I was about to start in on the fingers.” He made a cut down Lenore’s arm, and she wheezed weakly in pain. He did the same to Will, who groaned a bit louder, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to resist the pain.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?”
“I am chill.” Gordon replied coolly.
“Gordon, just put the knife down.” Sam ordered, starting forward, but was stopped by Dean.
“Looks like Sam here needs to chill.”
“Just step away from her, all right?”
“You’re right, I’m wasting my time. These two will never talk. Might as well put them out of their misery.” He pulled out a knife. “Don’t worry, I sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.”
”Gordon, I'm letting her go.” Sam frowned, stepping in Gordon’s way.
“You’re not doing a damn thing.” Gordon seethed, pointing the knife at Sam’s chest.
“Hey, Gordon, let’s talk about this.” Dean protested feebly.
“What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray.”
“The hell there is.” I took out my gun from my arm holster, pulling the trigger and hitting Gordon’s knife. It broke in half, the metal clattering to the ground.
Dean stepped in. “That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one...”
“Killed my sister?” Gordon cackled. “That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself.”
“You did what?” I seethed.
”It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you, Dean.”
“So you knew all along, then?” Sam scoffed. “You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care.”
“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it.” He slit Sam’s arm with the jagged knife, and Lenore’s teeth emerged, and she started to hiss and snarl. He pressed it to Sam’s throat, dragging him closer to Lenore.
“Let him go! Now!” Dean ordered, taking out his gun and aiming at Gordon.
”Relax. If I wanted to kill him he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” The blood from Sam’s cut hit Lenore’s face, making her eyes turn red. “You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.” A tear ran down Will’s face at the sight of Lenore, and my jaw clenched.
“No, no…” Lenore sobbed, regaining control of herself.
“You see that, Gordon?” I snapped, taking the knife away from him and using it to cut Lenore and Will free. He collapsed into my arms, trying to stay upright. I cupped his cheek, his forehead leaning against mine. “I’ve got you. It’s ok, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
“We’re done here.” Sam fumed.
“Sam, Beanie, get ‘em outta here.” I helped Will outside while Sam did Lenore, taking out a cloth and cleaning both of them. I was still holding my gun, and I changed the cartridge, chucking it away.
“You’re going after him, aren’t you?” He asked.
”I have to.” I nodded. “Dean’s good, but Gordon knows more tricks.”
“Wait.” Will coughed, and then he kissed me gently. “Don’t get hurt. Please.”
“I won’t.” I assured before running inside. Dean flew through the air, hitting the wall and collapsing with a groan. I raised my gun, shooting Gordon in the shoulder, making his body fall back with the shock. His head hit the wall, and he slumped, unconscious.
“Good talk.” I smirked, training it on him.
”You came back?” Dean coughed, getting up.
”Yeah, I’m not leaving you with this sadist.” I picked Gordon up, slamming his head against a doorframe on my way to the chair that Will was previously tied up in. “Oops.” I drawled, dropping him in the chair. Dean tied him up, looking sick with himself.
”All that talk about black and white, but you’re the one who’s tied up.”
We were back at the motel, when we got out, I faced a now recovered Will with a smile.
”Thanks for saving my life.” He grinned. “I guess you don’t owe me one anymore. Kind of wanted an excuse to see you anytime.”
”I want to give you that excuse, really.”
He realised, nodding sadly, but masked it with his winning smile. “You’re leaving.”
”Sadly.” I bit my lip. “I wish we had more time.”
”Yeah, now I have to start another cycle of getting over you.” He joked, but still looked heartbroken.
“Well, I’m gonna make it harder, cause I still have to pay you back.” I grinned.
”Pay me back-“ I grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a kiss that he melted into instantly. His arms wrapped around my waist while mine went around his neck, my head tilting. His hands threaded in my hair-
“HAUN HAUN!” I heard Dean yell. “Mademoiselle et monsieur s’embrassent ! Que puis-je dire, c’est la vie !
“Ivonne et Will, assis dans un arbre!” Sam called. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
We pulled back, laughing. I turned to the boys, kissing my teeth. “You just HAD to say it in French!”
“Yeah!” Dean grinned.
“That was the WORST French I’ve ever heard!”
“Thanks!” Sam snickered.
It was a week since the Gordon incident, and we had returned to my house. I was reading a book on my bed, engrossed in a scene from it simply because the main character was dying and I don’t see that, like, ever.
“IVONNE!” I heard from outside. “HER LADYSHIP IVONNE RAINER OF THE KINGDOM OF NEW JERSEY, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HER CHAMBER WINDOW!” I rolled my eyes, putting down my book.
”What the hell?” I muttered. “What is this person playing at-“ I swept the curtain aside, and almost broke down laughing at who was heckling at my window. “Dean?!”
”Tis I!” He yelled, gesturing dramatically to himself.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Apologising!” He called back, a goofy grin on his face. “You said I needed to beg!”
”I never meant literally!”
“Too late!”
”Dean-“
”I HEREBY PROCLAIM THAT I, SIR DEAN WHO HAILS FROM THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, WAS A DOUCHEBAG.”
”AND?!”
”AN IDIOT.”
”AND?!”
”A SPINELESS, CORRUPT, HORRIBLE PIECE OF WORK. ANYTHING ELSE?”
”No, sounds like enough slander.” I smirked, gesturing for him to continue. He then got down on one knee, making Sam, who was watching from the other window and recording everything, lose his cool, cackling loudly.
“I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY AB-ABHORRENT BLASSsss…” He turned to Sam. “How d’you say it?”
”Blasphemy.” Sam repeated.
“RIGHT, UH, BLAS-PEMY. I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY ABHORRENT BLAS-PEMY AND I IMPLORE YOU TO COME THITHER AND ACCEPT MY DEAREST APOLOGY.”
“Should I?” I asked Sam, who was losing it.
“I don’t know, this is fun.”
“If I give you a kiss, Dean, will you stop?” I sighed, and he contemplated the situation before nodding. I went downstairs, swiping something from my drawer before meeting him outside.
“Where’s my kiss, milady?” He smirked, standing up. I took his hand and placed something in it: a Hershey’s kiss. He grimaced at me while Sam almost fell out of the window in his mirth. “Ha ha, very funny.”
“Needed to have an excuse to get rid of the last one.” I laughed. “But yeah, I forgive you. Now you need to repeat the act for Sam.” I grinned, patting him on the shoulder.
”SAMUEL! SIR SAMUEL WINCHESTER OF THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HIS CHAMBER WINDOW-“
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Pairing: yautja (feral) x f!reader
Warnings: gore | blood | violence | killing | x yautja so.. monster horniness | sexual tension | alcohol mention | size difference
Summary: What could happen during an ordinary dog walk?
Words: 2,497
Notes: Not set 300 years in the past but nowadays world (not directly 2022 in particular, just modern times in general). I’ve never written anything that wasn’t about slashers so I didn’t want to fully jump straight into some monster fuckery and just came up with this even though I’m goddamn horny for feral boy. Call this a warm up for upcoming future fics about him.
Planned this as a one shot, but seeing how it turned out I think the second chapter would be essential. Depends yet on feedback mood and everything.
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Slamming the doors behind you, you rushed home. It was a Friday evening and you finally finished work. The only thing you wished for now was to enjoy some time with your dog waiting patiently for you at home.
He was wagging his tail like crazy like you've been gone for months and not just a few hours. Swapping your bag for dog leash, both of you left the house and headed towards the forest. It wasn't really near where you lived, but it wasn't far either.
You loved to go there whenever you had a chance, to clear your mind and relax while breathing in the nice fresh air. The forest was always silent and calm with occasional bird chirping and leaves moving around due to wind. You expected to hear some yelling from a distance since it was friday and some people loved to party away from the town, but it was more silent than during normal weekdays. You didn’t think much about it, you were here to chill after all.
As you walked deeper into the forest your usual route, the usual bird chirps turned into clicking noise. You furrowed your eyebrows at the noise, it sounded really weird. Out of place. You couldn’t think of anything that would resemble the noise, you never heard anything quite like that before.
"Just my imagination."
You said it out loud and your dog turned back at you and tilted his head. You smiled and grabbed a random stick laying next to you, throwing it into a distance. He ran after it quicker than a bullet, bringing it back to you within a single blink of an eye.
"Good boy!"
Patting his head you grabbed the stick out of his mouth and threw it again, further this time. Wasting no time he followed it, but suddenly stopped in the middle of his run. He loved this activity and he followed whatever you threw no matter the circumstances. The fact he stopped like that and didn't want to go further was weird. His ears were rapidly shaking as they followed some sound you couldn't hear. His behaviors made you feel uneasy and you called him back to you. He hesitated until you yelled the command for a third time, finally rushing to you and looking behind him a couple of times.
"Let's go a different way."
You had a weird feeling of someone's eyes burrowing into the back of your neck and the hair on your arms stood up. You didn't see nor hear anything, yet the uncomfortable feeling didn't go away. Your dog constantly looking back like he was on guard only made the feeling stronger. Your pace increased to almost jogging. On the nearest pathway split you decided to go right instead of left. It was shorter but you didn't like going through there. The forest got darker around you and more dense you could barely see the sky. Your dog seemed calmer now, whatever was back there must've been gone by now.
Walking peacefully for several minutes, loud shouting cut through the air. Drunk shouting. Once you got closer, the trees disappeared and you were met with a decently big grass area. You didn't remember it being here at all, but it was some time since you walked this route. Right in the middle there was a bench, surrounded by 5 drunk men. You called your dog to you so you can pass by them together. Drunk people scared you, especially drunk young men in groups like that. Every encounter you've had with them so far, they were only vulgar and aggressive, shouting all kinds of stuff at you. With a dog right by your side, you felt way better. You cursed yourself for choosing this path. Whatever animal made those clicking noises before and made you feel so uneasy would leave you alone. Nothing dangerous lived in this area anyway.
Thinking about your precious encounter, you heard the noise again and this time it seemed closer. Your dog was on alert, sniffing the air rapidly.
"Hey! Kitty!"
The drunks finally noticed you and the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Inhaling deeply, you ignored them and the clicking noise and kept walking.
"Look at her! Dude!"
"Wait, wait. Come on!"
They slowly got up from the bench and blocked the path in front of you. You had plenty of space to just walk around them but you already didn't like where it was going.
"You can't just leave, kitty!"
One of them grabbed your arm, laughing. Your dog immediately growled loud, exposing his teeth.
"Let go-"
A loud noise stopped you mid sentence. It was like a shot, deafening. You knew your dog was scared of loud noises like these, you always had a hard time during New Year fireworks. He wasn't by your side anymore. He got scared, ran away in panic.
Those drunks acted like they didn't hear anything at all.
"Who's gonna protect you now, huh? Let's have some fun!"
Their laugh vibrated in your ears. All you thought about was finding your dog.
"Let go of my hand or you might regret it."
Your voice was calm and low, you really didn't want any trouble. You took self defense and fighting lessons which these guys didn't know. Seeing them, you knew you could easily take them down if you needed.
"Regret it?"
Another round of laughter was heard and the rest of them started to surround you. When you wiggled your arm off the man's grip, another one grabbed your shoulders from behind. Within a second, you lowered yourself and threw your elbow into the guy's stomach, kicking the guy in front of you hard into his knee. Both of them growled in pain and anger.
"You little bitch!"
Another one of them grabbed you from behind and pushed you to the side, making you fall. Your eyes widened as you realized you bumped into what seemed like an invisible wall instead of falling to the ground. The clicking noise was loud now, right in your ear. You felt hot air on the top of your head, reminding you of someone breathing.
"Get her!"
The man who pushed you before sprinted at you. Moving out of the way, you tried to just run away from all that but before you could get any further, the man landed on your back making you hit the ground with his weight on top of you. The air got knocked out of your lungs and you gasped for it. Breathing heavily from the fall, the man got up and turned you around with his foot, holding you down by placing it on your stomach.
"Time for fun, boys?"
You closed your eyes, calming yourself down and regaining the access to the air and strength. You heard them laughing again and dug your nails into the guy's leg, making him curse and let go of you to soothe the pain.
You heard low growling through his cursing, followed by faint shimmering of electricity. As you stood up to be ready to defend yourself again, you saw a red glow from the corner of your eye. Red laser jumping on you and the man.
"Hey bro what's that?"
They weren't laughing anymore but instead sobered up suddenly, looking around themselves frantically. The red lasers were starting in the middle of air, high above the ground. They had seemingly no source. One of them waved his hand through the lasers. Nothing happened. He walked forward, following the red line, before his hand bumped into something invisible.
Everything happened so fast. He gasped in shock and then choked on his own blood, as a large sword-like blade pierced through his chest like it was butter. You froze in place and weren't able to react. Everyone around screamed their lungs out but you were too deep in the forest for anyone else to help you. You saw something shimmering with red and then you saw it. The invisible wall you bumped into earlier, the source of the unnerving clicking sound. The creature was uncloaking, partly covered in blood.
One of the men tried to run away but was quickly caught up by a net, pinning him to the ground and tightening around his body. The creature moved its mandibles making a deep growling sound as it watched the net tighten more and more, cutting into the man's skin. It seems pleased, enjoying it. You tried to yell to run but no sound came out of your throat. The creature grabbed another guy by his neck and slashed his throat with blades it had attached to its gauntlet. Slashing a few more times, the head stayed in its hand while the body fell onto the ground with a loud thump. It threw the decapitated head into the direction of another one of the men creating a bone cracking noise as it landed on his head, making him fall lifeless to the ground.
Your mouth opened wide in shock, you watched the last guy getting speared and raised in the air as if he weighed nothing. It threw him to the ground with such force you heard bones cracking. While the man was gasping for air, unable to get any due to blood flooding his lungs, the thing used its gauntlet to cut the skin on his back. Up and down, up and down. It then borrowed its hand inside and slowly pulled out his spine.
Your stomach was twitching at the sound of flesh and bones. At everything you just saw. The creature seemed to nod at the spine after it managed to fully pull it out undamaged, observing it like some kind of a trophy. You've seen hunters do it after they shot some majestic deer or so. It remembered you were still there and turned its head to you, standing up to face you at its full height.
You could've run a long time ago or at least tried to, but seeing what happened to the men you knew you wouldn't get far at all. You couldn't escape this thing. Fighting it wasn't an option either. It had inhuman strength and lots of weapons you've never seen before.
It stood in front of you, slowly tilting its head. Was it thinking about how to kill you? You observed his gauntlets and brownish skin, covered in blood. Black thin dreadlocks falling onto its shoulders. And then the mask it had. Reassembling an animal skull, it was covering the whole face except mandibles. You noticed there were no eye holes but it seemed to see perfectly. Maybe it had some built in vision?
You felt your legs again and took a step back, to which the creature took multiple steps forward. Your heart was racing. Was it playing with you? Why weren't you dead already?
"Do something!"
You yelled at it, not able to bear the tension and silence anymore. If you were about to die, you wanted it to be quick. The creature made some kind of a purr noise and walked towards you, grabbing your neck. Did it understand what you said or did the yelling trigger it? You felt the wetness under its hand from all the blood it was covered in. Letting go of the spine, its other hand grabbed some of your long hair and seemed to inspect them. A chilling sensation ran up your back. Was it smelling them?!
Your vision became blurry, it wasn't choking you but it wasn't holding you gently either. The survival instinct kicked in and you dug your fingers with all force into its hand in an attempt to lower its grasp. It didn't even notice. You formed a fist and lunged towards its face. It stopped you by grabbing your wrist with ease and groaned at your action. It lowered the pressure on your throat and breathed in heavily, while your wrist was being crushed in its other hand. This time he pulled your hand to its face, inspecting it the same way as your hair before.
Your fear was gone at this point, if it truly wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now. Only feeling left was the uneasy one from the unknown. Uneasy and turned on. The feelings mixed together, leaving you confused. You were calm now in its hold, not resisting anymore. The creature seemed to be pleased and let go of your neck. It trailed its claws down your neck, leaving little scratches on its way. Rather than thinking about what just happened, your mind filled with the thought of how tall, ripped and strong this thing was.
"What are you?"
Your voice was silent. It purred back at you in a rhythm that sounded like it was mimicking your speech, tilting its head once again. Releasing the hold of you, it walked towards a red bloody mess on the ground that used to be a human not so long ago and dug in to find its net weapon. It was now just a small disc object with a couple of red lights. You stood in place, watching it, fearless. It walked back to you and handed you another disc shaped object which looked identical to the net weapon. You hesitated for a long time, was it giving you a weapon?
"Thank you."
Grabbing it from its hand, it beeped twice. The creature stroked your cheek with its sharp claw, just like normal people do.
"Yautja."
It growled the word, barely understandable and left a bloody scratch on your cheek. You just blinked, not understanding anything. Squeezing the disc in your hands, you watched it pick the spine with the head still attached to it back up and then cloaking itself. You heard the typical clicking sound for a moment still, before it fully disappeared in the distance. Was it gone? Was it watching you still?
Dog barking woke you up from your thoughts and you saw your dog sprinting to you, wagging his tail.
What did it mean? Yautja?
You looked around and fought the urge to vomit at all the flesh, blood and organs surrounding you. You didn't only feel disgust, but also heat. Not from the fear or dead bodies but different type of heat from the encounter with the creature. You felt like your body was burning. You felt confused but privileged it let you live, almost wishing it stayed longer so you could get to know what it was.
You couldn't tell anyone about this, no one would believe you. You had to get away now, pretending like you just came back from an average walk with your dog. There was a small lake nearby you used to wash away the blood it left on your neck and hands. The scratch on your cheek was still slightly bleeding and burning. Clenching your fist around the beeping disc, you sprinted towards home as fast as you could.
Yautja.
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The Lost Boys (1987) Novel
Ever wonder what extra details or differences about the characters, scenes or what was left out when it comes to its novelization and the film? If not, I hope I made you curious enough to find out.
The Lost Boys by Craig Shaw Gardner, is a novelization of the 1987 American supernatural horror film directed by Joel Schumacher.
A mother and her two sons move to a small coast town in California. The town is plagued by bikers and some mysterious deaths. The younger boy, Sam, makes friends with two other boys, the Frogg brothers, who claim to be vampire hunters. Meanwhile the older boy, Michael, is drawn into the gang of bikers by a beautiful girl named Star. Michael starts sleeping days and staying out all night while Sam starts getting into trouble because of his friends' obsession.
This book has been out of print for over two decades and is a rare, highly sought-after item within this film's massive cult following. At the time I write this the prices for the physical book ranges from $300-$500. Even a previously used one can run up to $100 or more. You're best best is to stick to a digital format, which I heard there's a free PDF version somewhere online.
It's only 220 pages long and despite being so short it's a novelization that's pretty faithful to what was on screen. It even includes several scenes that were later dropped from the film, such as Michael working at the beach as a trash collector. The roles of the opposing gang, the Surf Nazis, who were seen as nameless victims of the vampires was actually expanded upon. It also included several tidbits of vampire lore, such as not being able to cross running water and salt sticking to their forms.
Anyway, here are my notes and thoughts about it, along with what I've learned from the novelization about the characters, their fictional world and whatnot.
Why did the Lucy, Michael and Sam Emerson move to Santa Carla, California?
"His mother had explained it to him [Michael] until he had practically memorized the words. Even after their little scandal his father was still a pretty important person in their part of town. There was no way they could stay in Phoenix [Arizona] without running into him. He didn’t want the kids, and Mom didn’t want him. So Michael and Mom were on their way to Santa Carla, along with brother Sam, dog Nanook, and all their worldly goods.
Their grandfather lived in Santa Carla. From now on they would stay with him."
It's never outright mention, but strongly implied that the scandal is that his dad was having an affair. Well, that's what I think because an affair would indicate premeditation or deliberate intent over a period of time, while cheating is usually a one-time event.
This would probably explain why Lucy's financial situation wasn't improved after the divorce. There was no repairing the relationship, especially if it's an affair. She just wanted the divorce to be done with as quickly as possible and have full custody of her sons, even if it meant she wouldn't get a fair amount for child support.
Fun Fact: Santa Carla is a fictional quintessential beach town, located in California. It was actually based on and filmed at Santa Cruz, however the name, Santa Carla is actually an anagram of Santa Clara.
Fun Fact 2: Santa Cruz also earned the moniker "Murder Capital of the World," because of the town's real life history with serial killers in the '70s. The film borrows that aspect from Santa Cruz as well.
Director Joel Schumacher thought the location fits so well for the fictional world of the Lost Boys' vampires.
"The movie didn't come together until I saw it [Santa Cruz]," he told the Santa Cruz Sentinel. "At the time, there was an enormous amount of transient kids moving through Santa Cruz. This is exactly where I would come if I was a teenage vampire." [x]
Fun Fact 3: In real life, a trip by car from Phoenix to Santa Cruz takes about 11 hours. I was curious about how long it would've taken for Lucy, Michael and Sam Emerson to drive all the way to Santa Carla. So I imagine it'll be about the same amount of time in the fictional world too. This is also good to know if you want to be super accurate or better plot out your Lost Boys fanfiction. XD
Also, in 1987 the average retail price of gas was $0.90 cents per gallon. [x]
Fun Fact 4: The most iconic part of the Santa Cruz boardwalk is the wooden red-and-white tracks of the Giant Dipper, which was feature in The Lost Boys and among other medias.
The Giant Dipper was built in just 47 days at a cost of $50,000. Today, labor and materials for merely painting the Giant Dipper are estimated around $300,000. It also now costs a little more to ride the classic coaster compared to May 17, 1924, when the Giant Dipper opened to the public. The fare then was 15 cents; today (as of 2023) it’s $8.00 per ride.
On February 27, 1987, the Giant Dipper and the Looff Carousel (which was also in the film) was designated a National Historic Landmark. I tried to find the fare during that time period, but the closest I could get was an old article from Los Angeles Times which mention that the fare for the Giant Dipper was $2.00 in August 12, 1990. [x]
What is the name of Michael and Sam's father?
We don't know in the film, but the readers find out that his name is Lance.
Did you know that the Lost Boys entrance scene in the novelization differs from the film?
And then the Lost Boys walked in. Another gang, a lot better dressed than the Surf Nazis, but still a gang. Their leader, a tall, blond fellow named David, walked up and got right on the slowly moving carousel. The ride was almost over. The other Lost Boys followed him on. And as they spun around, Shelly managed to smile in David’s direction.
David smiled back and nodded his head slightly in greeting, a polite gesture, the sort of friendly nod you might see a hundred times in the course of a day.
Greg didn’t think so. He scowled at his girlfriend and jumped up from his seat. He took a couple steps in the Boys’ direction, but the other gang was moving too. No, not to face Greg. He realized they were going to go by him as if he weren’t even there.
Greg stood up and said something that wasn’t exactly flattering. He shoved the Lost Boy out of the way.
But now David was there. The calliope played on. Waltzing Matilda. The Surf Nazis joined Greg. Waltzing Matilda. The Lost Boys closed ranks as well. If the Surf Nazis wanted a fight, they were ready. Won’t you go a-waltzing, Matilda, with me.
Greg stared at David. David took a half step forward. He found a nightstick pressed against his Adam’s apple. David let his eyes follow the nightstick down to a beefy hand, attached to the body of Big Ed. All three hundred pounds of Big Ed, a security guard with no love for Surf Nazis or Lost Boys.
The carousel ground to a halt. The music stopped. The ride was over.
Big Ed’s mouth was small for his head. When he opened it, his voice was soft after the calliope’s “Waltzing Matilda.” “I told you to stay off the Boardwalk.”
David stared at the guard, not moving for a long moment. Big Ed’s eyes were small, too, but the anger there made up for what they lacked in size.
David smiled and turned his head toward the Lost Boys. “Come on,” he said to the others, “let’s pull.”
That was the novelization and in the film there's a noticeable difference...
Shelly spots David coming up from her left and their eyes meet for a brief second, catching his attention. She turns and he stops behind her, cupping her cheek to look deeply into her eyes.
He walks off and she continues staring after him. Greg who was sitting right beside her on the ride, realizes they were having a moment. In his jealously he puts his hand on her face to push her away and to take his anger out on Dwayne as he was the closest.
She snaps out of it, but is stuck in her seat trying not to get caught up in the scuffle. David see Greg trying to grab at Dwayne and he joins in by planting his hand on his face to keep him away.
They get interrupted by the security guard, who puts his nightstick against David's throat and drags him away. With all their attention on him he tells them all, "I told you to stay off the boardwalk."
With a short chuckle David grips at the nightstick and says, "okay, boys, lets go."
The guard releases him and before leaving David throws in a quick wink at the other gang.
What did Sam and Michael do when fighting about who would get the room that was closest to the stairs and the bathroom, and it had a great view of the backyard?
Michael nodded. There was also only one way to handle younger brothers.
“Okay,” he said calmly. “I’ll flip you for it.”
Sam glared back at Michael, but he didn’t speak. He knew as well as Michael that older brothers usually win out in the end. But Sam also knew that Michael’s offer was his only chance.
“Okay,” Sam said slowly, as if he had to drag the two syllables from his lungs.
Michael laughed, grabbed Sam, and flipped him upside down. This will show the little bugger! Thinking of Sam as a bugger made him laugh even harder.
Michael gasped as white-hot pain shot through his body. He looked down to see Sam biting his thigh.
“Owww!” Michael pushed Sam away with what energy he had left. “You little shit!”
This is one of the deleted scenes from the film. It instead jumps to Michael chasing Sam down the stairs. Lucy telling them to not run inside the house. Sam opens the sliding doors to one of the rooms to hide in, only to stop in shock of what he sees inside of it. Michael catches up to him, but also stares in surprise. It's their grandpa's taxidermy room.
What did the Emerson family do in the afternoon they arrived?
They spent it unpacking and having dinner (probably a pizza) when they were finished. Michael helped his mother with the dishes by drying them, while Sam was in the other room looking for some music to put on.
He’d made another decision this afternoon too. He put the platter down at the back of the dish rack. There’d be no better time to tell her than now.
“Mom,” Michael began. “I think I’d like to get a job.”
His mother looked up from the sink, a question in her eyes. She didn’t ask it.
“School’s only a few weeks away,” she mentioned.
He took another plate from her hands. He dried it for a moment before he spoke again. “I was thinking of not going back to school.”
The stereo kicked to life in the other room. His mother frowned at Michael.
Before she can say anything about it Sam and Nanook rushed in. Sam grabs her hand and pulled her away from the sink to dance with him.
Mom and Sam boogied all over the kitchen, while Nanook barked for emphasis. The two of them danced in his direction, reaching out to drag him in.
Michael shook his head and backed away. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do. But he really didn’t feel much like dancing.
This is another deleted scene from the film. The difference however, between the novelization and the film's deleted scene is that Michael doesn't pull away and lets himself get dragged into dancing with them.
In the actual film, however, it jumps straight to the Emerson family (not including grandpa) exploring the boardwalk. Michael and Sam stick together to check out the live concert while their mother tries to get a head start on job hunting.
Fun Fact: In general, most public schools in California start the school year in mid to late August or early September.
If we're sticking to Santa Cruz as the basis for Santa Carla, that would mean the first day of school is in August. So the events of The Lost Boy film and novelization takes place on the last month of summer -- July. As that would certainly match with school being "only a few weeks away."
How did Lucy get a job at Max’s Video?
She was looking for 'help wanted' signs at the boardwalk when she noticed a little boy crying near a restaurant sign. He was all alone and looking very lost. Next to the restaurant was a well-lit store with a bright neon sign that read Max’s Video. She guessed that the boy might've wandered out of from there and took him inside it.
“This boy seems to be lost,” she began. She glanced around the store. Besides the youths, there were four other customers. “I thought maybe his parents might be in here?”
It wasn't long before a young woman rushed in and headed straight towards the little boy. After that Lucy talked to Max and he offered to interview her for a job at his store.
In the film Lucy walks pass a woman putting the security guard's picture up on a bullet board with other missing people posters. She awkwardly makes eye contact with her and continues on. She notices a 'help wanted' sign, but her attention gets draw away when she hears a little boy calling for his mother and that he can't find her.
Max watches in interest as the little boy and Lucy interact outside his store. The Lost Boys walk in and he's immediately frowning at them, but his attention gets pulled back to Lucy as she walks in and tells him that the little boy lost his mother.
Everything after that is basically the same in the novelization.
Fun Fact: Lucy Emerson's name was chosen as a reference to the fictional character Lucy Westenra from the 1897 novel Dracula by Bram Stoker.
Fun Fact 2: Max is inspired by Peter Pan, as he is the leader of The Lost Boys and immortal. Just like Peter with Wendy, Max also wants Lucy to be the mother to his boys.
Who else worked at Max's Video store?
Maria, the cashier is an attractive young black woman. She shows Lucy the ropes and reveals that...
“You know, I’d be out on the street if it wasn’t for Max.” Maria laughed softly and shook her perfectly coiffed head. “Nobody would have given me a job the way I looked when I walked in here.”
It was Lucy's first day at work and she noticed that Max still hasn't shown up. What excuse was she given for his absent?
“Didn’t he tell you?” Maria frowned as she studied her perfect nails. Whatever she found wrong with them was completely beyond Lucy. “He only comes in here nights. He’s busy opening another store in Los Gatos. It’s going to be much bigger than this one.”
Maria also told her that...
Max usually showed up an hour or two before the store closed to do a little financial business back in the office. Besides that, she never heard from him, either.
Fun Fact: The town of Los Gatos, California does exist. It is located in the San Francisco Bay Area just southwest of San Jose in the foothills of the Santa Cruz Mountains. The drive to Los Gatos from Santa Cruz takes about 30-48 minutes, depending on traffic.
Los Gatos is Spanish for "The Cats". The name derives from the 1839 Alta California land grant that encompassed the area, which was called La Rinconada de Los Gatos ("The Corner of the Cats"), where the cats refers to the cougars (mountain lions) and bobcats that are indigenous to the foothills in which the town is located.
Sounds like it'll be a perfect place for a vampire to set up a second location (or make it into another possible hunting ground) as any deaths can be blamed on cougars, bobcats and hiking accidents.
It's a smart plan and we know that Max is the careful type (seeing as only the Lost boys knew his true identity and not a half-vampire like Star). He has lived long enough in Santa Carla to know it's better to keep a low profile and plan accordingly, especially for a more secure future.
What job did Michael get?
He had seen the notice the night before, tacked to a telephone pole along the Boardwalk: “Dayworkers wanted. $4.00/hour.” The notice had said to show up for work on the beach at seven a.m. From the crowd around him it looked like about thirty other people had read the notice too.
He was one of the lucky few who got picked to collect the trash on the beach. This was another deleted scene from the film.
Fun Fact: In 1987 California, the state's minimum wage had been $3.35 an hour since 1981. But it was raise to $4.25 an hour on July 1, 1988. [x] [x]
What motorcycle does Michael have?
Honda XL 250
What did Michael do with the money he earned from collecting the trash on the beach?
When dropping off Sam with their mother, he attempted to give it to her (along with the money he had leftover from Christmas). She thanked him, but said it was unnecessary and gave it back to him. She wanted him to save it for school and focus on being a teenager, not adult things like their financial situation.
Michael smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. This was all right. He was glad his mother made him keep the money, after all.
He squared his shoulders and frowned at his reflection, tugging the battered black leather sleeves until they were just right. This jacket made him look years older. Michael smiled and shoved his hands in the jacket pockets. With this jacket on, he belonged on a motorcycle. Those teenagers last night had nothing on him anymore. He told the shop girl with the spiky pink hair that he’d take it.
This was another deleted scene from the film. Instead it jumps to Michael on the boardwalk already wearing the leather jacket and checking out a small booth in which a girl was getting her ears pierced for $10.
Fun Fact: A thick, long-lasting leather biker-jacket is expensive, especially a brand new one. It would've cost around $300-$600. However, an affordable and good leather can still be found thrifted.
It sounds like Michael did just that because he found a used leather jacket, indicated by the "battered" sleeves for a decent price. It makes sense because I doubt he had worked or saved enough money to get himself a brand new one. He must've thrifted one for less than $90.
“What’s this?” Lucy opened the envelope to find a folded Christmas card with a half dozen folded five- and ten-dollar bills inside.
He might've had enough leftover to also get his ears pierced for $10, but before he can check Star popped up from behind him. She told him it was a rip-off and offered to do it for him for free.
Star and Michael introduced themselves to each other and learned that both their parents were once hippies. But before Star could go with him to get something to eat David interrupts them. He calls Star over and tells Michael to follow them and surprisingly Michael never once question how David already knew his name.
At Frog's Comics book store, what did Sam say to impress the Frog Brothers?
“If you’re looking for the diet frozen yogurt bar,” the first one added, “it went out of business last summer.” So this was it. His first real challenge in Santa Carla. Sam had to cool these guys out fast.
“Actually,” he admitted, the slightest touch of boredom in his voice, “I was looking for a particular Batman, j Series E, Volume 26, Issue 14?”
The two commandos looked at each other.
“That’s a very serious book, man,” the first one said. “Very serious,” the other agreed. “Only five in existence.”
“Four, actually,” Sam replied with the slightest hint of a smile. “And I’m always on the lookout for the other three.”
Fun Fact: The names of the Frog brothers, Edgar and Alan, are a reference to the classic writer of horror fiction, Edgar Allan Poe.
Fun Fact 2: The original comic book store, Atlantis Fantasyworld used in the film was actually located in downtown Santa Cruz—not on the boardwalk, as it appears to be in the film. It was also destroyed in the Loma Prieta earthquake of 1989 and has changed locations twice since then.
The shop's owner Joe Ferrara II even appeared as an extra in the film. He still carries the original #1 issue of 'Vampires Everywhere' that Sam reads in the film. The comic was created only for the film, and its opening page is signed by all of the cast members from the movie. I've heard that it's still on display at the shop for everyone to see and to take pictures with.
Fun Fact 3: In the film Sam doesn't say all that, just that he's "looking for Batman #14". It does exist and its status as an early Batman comic makes it valuable in its own right, but it’s not “only five in existence” type of rare. However, a 9.8 graded copy apparently goes for around $54,000.
What type of motorcycle did David have?
The Lost Boy gunned his bike. It was a Triumph, a machine big enough to make Michael’s Honda look like a toy. He eased up, letting the engine rev back down.
Fun Fact: Kiefer Sutherland, who played David broke his wrist in three places. They weren't filming at the time so he popped a wheelie on his bike, but hit one of the trolley car tracks and injured himself when he fell. He had to wear gloves the entire time to conceal the cast. They also modified his bike so that it was easier for him to used with one hand.
At The Lost Boys panel at FanExpo Dallas he recount this story and reveals that he wasn't just having fun on the bike, but he was showing off. This is because there was a cute girl on the boardwalk that he liked and wanted to impressed her.
Fun Fact 2: At the time of filming Kiefer (David) was 19 years old, Jami (Star) was 20 years old, Jason (Michael) was 19 years old, Alex (Marko) was 19 years old, Brooke (Paul) was 21 years old, Billy (Dwayne) was 22 years old and Chance (Laddie) was 10 years old.
This, however, doesn't mean that their characters were the same ages too. In the novelization we know for sure that Michael's 18 years old and once summer ends he'll be starting his final year of high school. Sam is 13-14 years old and would to be entering it. The Frog brothers are about the same age, but might be a year or two older than him. As for the vampire boys...we don't actually know.
In the fandom it varies, but the general consensus is that Dwayne is the oldest in the group (as in their bodies' physical age) and guessed to be 20-21 years old, David is 20-19, Paul is 18, and Marko is the youngest at 16-17.
As for who's been a vampire the longest it would be David as he's the leader of the group for a reason. The second oldest is usually a toss up between Dwayne and Marko though. But most usually go with Dwayne as the second in command. From the novelization we definitely know that Paul was the last one to joined the group before Star and Laddie.
We know this because Star mention how she was able to connect with him better than the others. She believed the reason for that was because he hadn't been a vampire as long as the others and still remembered what it was like as a human to be lonely and lost.
Anyway, I bring this up because the film was originally set to be directed by Richard Donner with Fischer and Jeremias' screenplay which was modelled on Donner's recent hit The Goonies (1985). They envisioned it as more of a juvenile vampire adventure with 13 or 14 year old vampires, while the Frog brothers were "chubby 8 year-old Cub Scouts" and the character of Star was a young boy.
When Donner committed to other projects, Joel Schumacher was approached to direct the film. He came up with the idea of making the film sexier and more adult, bringing on screenwriter Jeffrey Boam to retool the script and raise the ages of the characters.
Fun Fact 3: In the film and novelization we only know the Lost Boys' first names. And Dwayne's name was never said out loud in the entire film and was only known in the end credits.
Also, there's a bit of confusion within the fandom as some believed David's surname is Powers. It's not. In The Lost Boys: The Tribe (which is technically non-canonical) Shane Powers (who's actor, Angus Sutherland is actually Kiefer Sutherland's real life half-brother) meant it in a ‘blood brothers’ way.
Shane was a member of the Surf Nazi and while at a bonfire party (the very same one the boys took Michael to), the Lost Boys attacked the group. He survived their feeding frenzy, but got unintentionally turned into a vampire by David.
Why did Michael drink the "wine"?
It's a combination of being high on marijuana, peer pressure (mostly from vampire mind manipulation/compulsion nudging him) and he didn't actually understand what was really going on. He thought this was all a part of an initiation. That the final step was to drink the wine, and that Star was in on it too.
He smiled at David. He knew what they were doing. First the maggots, then the worms, now this. How much of a fool did they think he was?
The wine really was as dark as blood. It was the best joke of all. He lifted the cup to his lips. He’d show David and the others that he wasn’t afraid of anything.
“Good joke,” he said. “Blood.”
They all watched him drink it. It was salty and sour for wine. Michael wondered where David had found it. It probably had been down in this cave ever since the earthquake.
Fun Fact: When they're eating Chinese food, David leaves his chopsticks sticking straight out of his and Michael's food. In many Asian cultures, including but not limited to Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese, share standard rules of table manners across the board.
One of the biggest taboos is placing your chopsticks vertically in your bowl, especially with rice. This is because it is not only brings bad luck but it is a sign of death. The act of sticking your chopsticks upright can be seen as an invitation for spirits to come to dine with you. In Vietnamese culture, it can also resemble a funerary incense bowl, which is often associated with the commemoration of the dead.
What happens after Michael drinks the "wine"?
He passes out and somehow gets home and into his bed. I'm guessing the Lost Boys helped him as they already knew where he lived. As for how they got that information they followed him because they originally planned for him to be Star's first victim, which she revealed to him.
“What did you do last night?’’ Sam asked. “You look totally wasted.”
Michael shook his head. “I can’t remember much after the Chinese food that looked like maggots.”
And for some odd reason...
"The bottoms of your feet are covered with salt,” his brother replied.
This was just too much to deal with. Michael stood up with a groan and began to shuffle out of the room.
"I told you it was pretty weird Chinese food,” Michael culled to his brother as he walked out the door.
Fun Fact: I was curious about why would salt be sticking to the bottom of his feet so I looked it up.
Salt is known for having purifying properties that can ward off evil. Since vampires are often considered creatures of evil, it would make sense that salt can ward them off too.
For example, in many folklores the best way to stop a vampire (or most evil spirits, creatures, etc.) is to carry a small bag of salt with you. If you are being chased, you need only to spill the salt on the ground behind you, at which point the vampire is obligated to stop and count each and every grain before continuing the pursuit. If you don't have salt handy, some say that any small granules will do, including birdseed and sand. Another example is to simply toss salt over your shoulder. This is so you can blind any creature trying to sneak up on you.
However, salt wasn't used like that here so I did some more digging around and apparently it can also be used as a tracking device. It would be dumped on the bedroom floor of a vampire victim. The idea was that the vampire would step in the salt and the salt would stick to their bare feet, which would then allow the Buffys, Van Helsings, and Winchester Brothers of the world to follow the saline path back to the vampire's grave.
That brings me to my next question, where would the salt come from and why? The only possible explanation I could think of is that maybe Grandpa Emerson (being aware of vampires) could've put some salt around Michael's bedroom floor, especially after noticing he shows signs of vampirism. It could be a way to know if Michael is being targeted as the vampire's next victim or if he is one now, than Grandpa Emerson would know better in what direction to look for the main vampires' lair.
I'm probably overthinking it, but we don't really know all that much about him. Just that he's a retired businessman, has a small marijuana bush growing outside his kitchen's window, has taxidermy as a hobby, keeps his root beer and double-thick Mint Oreo cookies on the second shelf and he visits Widow Johnson a lot.
He could simply be a hermit and scarcely ever ventures out to town or is secretly an experienced vampire hunter that knows how to keep a low-profile. Of course, I find out that in the The Lost Boys Vol. #1 comic (which is a miniseries that picks up after the 1987 film) it's apparently the latter and there's a bit more to him than I thought.
But the more likely possibility is that maybe the vampires in The Lost Boys' universe all have salty feet (well, more like salt sticks, collects and/or coats their skin -- if that's the case it's probably unavoidable when they're living so close to the ocean) as a trait. It sounds like it was made up for the film to help people like the Frog brothers to identified vampires. Or maybe this only applies to Santa Carla's vampires?
What else did we learn about the vampires' weakness?
He [Michael] realized that he had turned the hot water off. It didn’t make any difference. The water still burned. He pulled his arm from the shower.
What was the matter with the shower? He looked at the angry red welts running down his arm.
The cold water had burned him.
Fun Fact: Water is also known as the source of life and so naturally works against the undead. On a practical level, it can also deter predatory creatures that hunt by smell, as water can misdirect or damp scent trails. But running water in particular is a traditional weakness in many vampire mythos. Vampires are thought to be helpless when submerge in it and can be destroyed to many variations of death (such as drowning) because of it.
This myth comes from the Church (in ancient times) trying to feel protected because it was believed that nothing evil could swim or cross running water.
The origin of this may be that Jesus was baptized in a river (washing away evil and sin), but undoubtedly helping the folklore is that running water is much cleaner and safer to live near than stagnant water. Stagnant water doesn't wash away harmful content, is more inviting to mosquitoes and other vermin, promotes mold, and so on.
Vampires are thought to be wretched and disease ridden abominations. Because of that the purity of the running water repels them. However, in some folklore vampires are known to be territorial creatures and don't cross running water, such as rivers and streams because it often serve as natural marker boundaries in the region for hunting territory.
So, if they really wanted to they can cross running water just fine, but they choose not to. It's an unspoken rule that all vampires follow in order to keep the peace with other vampires in the same area.
From this we can accurately deduced that the Lost Boys can't take showers, but can still take bathes. As for if they can cross bridges, or take boats I don't know. Some vampires can't cross running water under their own power or by their own will. Others can as long as they use a human under their control to carried them across, maybe they can still [transform and] fly or jump over it themselves?
I think it's more the latter than former, as we don't actually see it or read it, but it's implied that the Lost Boys jumped off [or hovered above] the Hudson's Bluff, which overlooks the ocean, with their bikes while they were messing with Michael. It's hard to tell what they were actually doing because of the thick fog.
What did Michael tried to eat or drink?
Besides, his brother was right. He should put something in his stomach.
He opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk.
Pain shot through his stomach and chest. He doubled over, dropping the milk.
The room was also spinning and pulsing, he could even feel his own blood surging through his arteries and veins...
Michael forced his head back down. He had to stop this somehow.
He saw a mouse in the comer. A large mouse in a trap, its neck slashed and broken, but not quite dead. It struggled feebly in the comer. And it bled. Bright red droplets fell to the kitchen floor.
The mouse pulsed and expanded, just like everything else around Michael. He didn’t care. All he could see was the blood. The mouse stiffened, eyes wide open, dead at last. Michael dragged himself over toward the dead rodent, heedless of the pain in his stomach and chest.
He reached out his fingers to the pantry floor.
He had to touch the blood.
Michael calmed down a bit after tasting some blood and the pain went away too, but he needed more. At that point he was falling into feral vampire mode and wasn't fully himself. He followed the loudest heartbeat in the house, which was his brother.
In the film this scene is slightly different. Michael picks up a carton of milk to drink it only to drop it and collapse in pain. Then it cuts to him with his face and body hidden in shadow as he climbs the stairs menacingly towards his brother.
What song was Sam singing to in the bathtub?
Sam sang along with the tape on his boom box. Clarence “Frogman” Henry croaked “I Ain’t Got No Home.” Sam croaked along. He might not have a home, but this bathtub was the next best thing.
What kind of dog is Nanook?
Nanook is an Alaskan Malamute (which look similar to Huskies) which are known for their peak at the top of their head, which resembles Bela Lugosi's classic Dracula hairstyle.
Fun Fact: To keep up with the Peter Pan theme, the name Nanook was inspired by the Darlings family pet dog, Nana.
Fun Fact 2: When Michael was giving into his hunger Nanook protected Sam by biting Michael's hand. In Peter Pan the crocodile is known to have eaten Hook’s hand and this scene was a little nod to it.
Fun Fact 3: Completely unrelated, but if you're curious about what the name Nanook means-- In the language of the Inuit people, “nanook” or “nanuq” means “polar bear.”
In Inuit mythology, Nanook was the master of bears, meaning he decided if hunters deserved success in finding and hunting bears and punished violations of taboos.
How does Star describe each of the the Lost Boys like?
All the Lost Boys were so different. Marco was always mysterious; Dwayne a little awkward. Paul was the comedian of the group. He’d do anything to get her to laugh. From the time she had first gotten to know them, David had fascinated her, but Paul had always been the one she could talk to. She sometimes wondered just why that was.
Which of the Lost Boys was recruited before Star and Laddie?
Before she and Laddie had come here, Paul had been the newest member of the gang. She thought that perhaps, more than the others, Paul still remembered what it meant to be lonely.
Readers also learn that Star ran away from home. The why is still unknown but we can correctly assume that it was from an unsafe or toxic environment. As for Laddie we still don't know his story, only that in the film his photo is on the back of milk cartons (such as the one Michael tried to drink from) saying he's missing. Oh, and that his last name is Thompson.
I originally thought he was just a random kid that the Lost Boys snatch in order to keep Star from leaving them. They knew she has a soft spot for children and they, in particularly, David (or Max, as nothing happens without his say so) exploited it.
However, the novelization implies that Laddie was with Star before ever meeting the Lost Boys. That while on the streets she came across Laddie and because he's so young, she couldn't resist the need to help him. Soon after they got lured in by the Lost Boys and tricked or forced into drinking the blood.
Maybe they turned Laddie first so that she wouldn't hesitant to follow him? Or they both drank it without realizing it and she continued to stayed for Laddie because he still needed someone who genuinely cared for his well-being. To not only protect him, but try and save him from a damned life.
In the film, the Lost Boys interaction with him show that they cared for him in their own way, but there's probably a good reason why we don't often see vampire kids.
Laddie's presence certainly helped to keep her grounded to her humanity too. Maybe that's why we never saw her vampire face? It takes a lot of inner strength to not give in. Readers get a better understanding of that from Michael's perspective because he couldn't snapped out of it, and would have done something reprehensible if it wasn't for Nanook protecting his brother.
Fun Fact: Well, more like it's an interesting fact...In the mid-1980s, the nonprofit National Child Safety Council began a nationwide program called the Missing Children Milk Carton Program by putting photos of missing children on the back of milk cartons. By March 1985, almost half of America’s independent dairies had adopted similar milk carton initiatives.
However, the milk carton campaign faded out in the late 1980s and was abandoned altogether when the AMBER Alert system was created in 1996. The replacement of paper milk cartons with plastic jugs also contributed to its demise.
How long was Star with the Lost Boys?
They were killing the Lost Boys. In a way they had been her family. She had been with them for a couple weeks, ever since she had run away to Santa Carla. But she had never seen them as vampires. For some reason they had hidden it from her. She realized she had never known their true selves, only their human remains.
“A couple of weeks” generally means a time period that is more than one week but too short to be measured in months. For that reason many people considered it to mean 14 days; two weeks.
A lot happens in such a short amount of time, especially in the film, but in the novelization it has better pacing.
What happens after Grandpa Emerson saves them from Max?
He reveals that he always knew about the vampires living in Santa Carla and in the novelization, in particularly, the epilogue he's the one who's been narrating it...
After that things pretty much returned to normal. We fixed up the house, Lucy got a new job, Michael went back to school. Star did, too, after she found a place to stay at the Widow Johnson’s. Laddie remembered where his parents lived. And Sam decided he wanted to learn to stuff animals.
What's special about the Lost Boys’ cave?
Grandpa Emerson continues the epilogue and hints...
That place where all the Lost Boys slept is only the beginnings of the cave. Those tunnels seem to go on forever, maybe even all the way back into Santa Carla. And the noises that come out of there? My daughter insists it’s just gotta be the wind. Sam says it’s probably some sort of animal.
But nobody knows for sure. So you’ll excuse us if we only visit the hotel during the daylight. And we haven’t quite gotten the gumption to go back there and check those noises out.
Fun Fact: The filming location for the entrance of the Lost Boys' lair, is the Hudson's Bluff Sea Cave at Rancho Palos Verdes in Los Angeles County, California. It's at the foot of a rock 'spur' jutting into the sea by Terranea Beach. The rest of their lair was built on Stage 12 of the Warner Bros. lot.
Fun Fact 2: The hotel was based on the Valencia Street Hotel in San Francisco.
Fun Fact 3: In early drafts of The Lost Boys scripts, there was suppose be an end credit scene. It would've been one of the few 80s movies to do so, but it didn't happen.
The film's final ending was so punchy that filming the tag was never a priority, according to the film's production designer Bo Welch. Once Warner Bros. cut the film's budget by 35% before shooting, the tag was the first to go. "It never got beyond the discussion stage," Welch said.
In the book, The Lost Boys: Lost In The Shadows by Paul Davis you find out what it is they had in mind.
The camera would've panned back to the Lost Boys' lair, focusing on an old weathered mural on the hotel wall, which would show a smiling Max in the early 1900s boardwalk, talking to a group of young men.
You don't see their faces as it was left to the viewers' imagination. It could've been David and his gang or another set of Lost Boys before them. But it's clear that Max and his Lost Boys (not just the current ones) have been terrorizing Santa Carla for that long.
Fun Fact 4: There were plans to make a sequel named The Lost Girls just two years after with David returning as the main villain. This is why David's body doesn't turn to dust like the others. He didn't die, even after being impaled on a pair of antlers. It can be assumed it missed his heart or it needed to be made of wood to be proper "stakes".
Scripts for the film circulated in the early '90s, but the film was never made. However, the plot point would eventually turn up in the comic book Lost Boys: The Reign of Frogs.
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A Promised Princess
pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader (x gojo satoru)
synopsis: after a knowing one another for two years, toji fushiguro (known as toji zenin in this case), must leave for war in the east. a rebel known as ryomen sukuna, plans to terrorize and eliminate the clans that make up the 4 wings (gojo’s, zenin’s, kamos, and the hirata). upon leaving for war, you promise something any powerful man, even the most vengeful of men, would kill for.
a/n: okay hear me out- yes, this is somewhat written in 3rd pov, but I also want to make note that the historical accuracies and etiquette between japanese/anglo-europe will be very mixed. so if this bothers you, you have been warned. I was just dying to write something like this. please let me know in the comments if you would like to be in the tag list if I ever make a part two (which seems probable).
tags: kingdom au, mentions of war, secret romance, indirect mentions of virginity, and established romance
The carriage rolls around the block twice. No hesitation from the driver, as he exclusively follows his master’s orders: do not stop until the candlelight on the third floor is off.
A young woman, no older than 19, rushes through the gardens into the woods. Her cloak follows her movements with grace so as to not cause commotion and her breathing is but a hitch.
“I came as fast as I could,” he tells her.
“And I read your letter.” Answers she, “What was so urgent you needed to discuss with me at this hour?”
Prince Toji Fushiguro, 21, future heir to the Zenin throne stops in his tracks. His hands, which were on top her shoulders fall to her sides, a formality of which the two of them dropped several months into knowing one another.
He tries to think of something that will relieve the weight on his heart. Her lips, soft as flower buds from her garden, or her hair, as angelic that it frames her face; Toji finds refuge in her eyes.
“A war suddenly erupted in the east.” He says, the script that he had received earlier that morning engraved into his memory, “300 casualties have occurred since, and we worry there may be more.”
He had told her days prior of a rebel named Ryomen Sukuna who had gathered support from locals in a short amount of time. He criticized the regions, the regime, and their incompetence towards the common folk. Something Toji didn’t take lightly.
If he keeps up at this pace, he told her, bodies snug around one another under an oak tree, he could disrupt several cities, trading ports, and harm civilians.
“So you’re leaving.”
“Only for a short time,” he promises, hands wrapped securely around her own before he places a kiss to them. Within the two years of knowing one another, who would have thought that the son of a Zenin could hold so much consideration, devotion to their counterpart.
“If everything goes as planned, I’ll be back in 6 month’s time.”
“Still,” she frowns, “6 months is too long.”
“better that than never.” He closes off the distance between them. “Promise me one thing.” he asks.
“Anything.”
“Promise me that you’ll wait for me,” he whispers against the crown of her head, “that when I return, I will become yours, and you mine.”
“I promise.” she replies.
“Promise me that no man will stand between us. That you will vow your loyalty, your honor to me and only me.”
She holds his hand tighter against her chest. “It’s always been you, Toji.”
Satisfied, the heir to the Zenin clan seals their promise in a deep, prolonged kiss. Hungry, needy, and already missing one another, both pairs of hands run through one another before both clans leave their respective routes.
hopeful for the future.
#yes I know virginity is a social construct but come ON#this was mostly a guilty self piece for me because I would DIE to see this anywhere in books or movies idc I’m eating this shit up#judge me all you want#never have I wanted toji until now#bark bark bark#ugh and don’t get me started on this plot 😼#anything for these men#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujustu kaisen#jjk toji#toji#zenin#toji zenin#fushiguro toji#bf toji fushiguro#fushiguro#gojo#jjk gojo satoru#gojo satoru x oc#gojo satoru x reader#satoru#gojo satoru#toji x reader x gojo
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Chlorokenisis | Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: pure fluff, tiny amount of blood. Mentions of death
I can’t think of a description to this story lmao, I absolutely love it though, I think it’s really sweet.
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You’d been able to manipulate plants since birth, I mean, you came out of your mother with a sunflower growing up your leg. Oddly enough, as well as manipulating plants you could also grow them on your body. Different moods would often sprout different flowers. If you were happy they tended to be bright and colourful, if you were sad they would often be wilted or grey.
You’d been an avenger just over a year now, finally the team started to feel like a second family. Natasha was practically your mother for god’s sake.
The battle of Sokovia wasn’t good, I mean obviously it wasn’t good. You were there, shadowed by Nat. Your job was to help civilians and get out. You’d been introduced to an insanely fast man called Pietro. He was annoying but he was kind and you got on well. As the battle waged on Pietro saved you and a young boys life by running in front of an oncoming fire of machine guns. Nat took the young boy to the evacuation ship whilst you dealt with moving pietro. Vines began encapsulating the young man, holding him in place as you walked through the wreckage. Small groups of flowers created a pathway for you and the man to get to the ship. It was a horrifically somber moment, one that you knew you’d forever remember. You knew Pietro had a sister, Wanda. You hadn’t met her but you knew about her abilities and how she apparently was an emo, thanks to Pietro’s constant joking about her. One on the ship you made sure to keep Pietro’s body secure, the vines visibly tightened.
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Upon landing the team helped evacuate people and get them somewhere to stay. You remained with Pietro. You stood with him in the quinjet. He was on a cold metal table, you knew if Wanda were to see this it’d devastate her even more. You began to sprout small blue and white flowers from your skin (another strange gift you had). Carefully arranging them around the boys body. After an hour you had created a flower bed. Consisting of an array of colourful flowers. You sat next to him until the team returned.
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“…Pietro?” You heard a small voice whisper from the entrance to the jet.
You shot up, locking eyes with the small brunette girl.
No more words were exchanged. She made her way to her dead brothers body, her makeup had smeared and she looked white as a ghost.
You moved next to her, careful to not intrude on her space. You held your hand out and closed your eyes. A beautiful red orchid began to grow from your palm. Wanda watched you carefully. Curious as to what you were doing. You carefully plucked the flower and held it out for her, without looking away from Pietro.
“D-does that not hurt?”
You turned to Wanda with furrowed brows.
“Does what hurt?”
“When you pick the flower from your hand” her sokovian accent hypnotised you. Even in a state of misery, she was still entrancing.
“I-um-n-no not really, it tickles a little”
Wanda nodded.
“Would you like to lie with him?”
Wanda looked at you, with tears in her eyes, she nodded. Within seconds soft vines and flowers had created a small bed next to Pietro’s.
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Weeks went by at the avengers compound. Wanda was grieving her last family member. You didn’t push her, everyday you’d leave a new flower at her door with a detailed note describing the flower and the meaning behind it.
Monday -
Good morning Wanda! Here’s a Gladiolus, also known as the Sword Lily. It’s a type of flower from the family of Iridaceae. It is one of the 300 species from this family. Most of these species are native to sub-Saharan Africa, while around 10 species are native to Europe. The name gladiolus originates from the Latin term ‘gladiolus,’ which means ‘small sword.’ The name is a reference to the shape of the flower’s leaves. This flower symbolizes strong character, moral, integrity, honour, and faithfulness.
Gladius is also the root for the word ‘Gladiator’. Gladiolus is a long-lasting plant with a sturdy stem which is a reminder of how strong we can be, both our personal character and our physical body.
Have a good day!
-Y/N
Wanda read your note with a smile. Everyday for the past three weeks you’d left a new flower at her door with a detailed little note on scrap paper. Some days you drew small diagrams of the flowers. Some days you drew the flowers and included it with your note. In all honesty Wanda had developed a crush on you, she thought everything you did was adorable. Everyday she’d see you outside the compound. Everywhere you walked a small flower path subconsciously grew beneath you. So you didn’t wear shoes. Even indoors the flower path would occur. Your powers were truly a mystery to all of the avengers, but especially the young witch.
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“Okay Y/N, defend yourself!” Steve yelled.
The team were doing training exercises for a mission the following week. Every avenger was there, including you and Wanda.
As soon as the words left Steve’s lips you summoned a dome of vines and thorns around yourself. The other avengers were stood off to the side watching you. “I’d kill for those powers” Clint said nudging Natasha. Nat only rolled her eyes and continued watching you, you sprinted around the room leaving a trail of flowers in your wake. You were summoning huge vines and plants across the room, leaping from one to another. You were practically Spider-Man but with plants. Finally, up next was combat. The one area that terrified you.
“Okay Y/N, I want you to give me everything you’ve got”
You nodded at Steve, before summoning thorns to sprout from your skin. A protective barrier but also a weapon. You swung over and over again at Cap, your vines managed to yank his shield from his grip and hurl it towards the other side of the room where the other avengers were.
“Woah” Tony’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head. “I did not know he could do that thorn-skin thing”
Wanda watched you with amazement. She felt guilty for thinking you looked hot like this. She felt guilty for feeling better, lighter even.
The team watched as you and Cap finished training. As you walked towards the showers, Wanda decided to follow you. “Wanda! You still need to finish training!” Nat’s voice rang over deaf ears as Wanda ventured after you. She walked into the room that was warmer than the rest of the building. “Y/N?” You appeared from behind a locker, towel wrapped around your waist.
“W-Wanda hi”.
She watched as you wiped your hands on the towel, a small amount of blood showing up on the white towel. Wanda’s eyebrows raised, “are you okay?” She asked moving closer to you. You furrowed your brows and looked at her like she was crazy. Wanda motioned for your hands. “Oh! I’m fine don’t worry. Sometimes I catch myself on the thorns. Kinda embarrassing” you laughed awkwardly hiding your hands behind your back. Wanda walked closer to you, she reached for one of your hands. “I could help you clean your cuts if you want” she blushed deeply and looked down at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the word. Your eyes widened and you nodded so fast you probably almost got whiplash “yeah, o-okay”.
Wanda had sat you down and began to clean your small scratches with a damp paper towel. “Does it hurt when the thorns burst through your skin?” She asked while she focused on not hurting you. You chuckled, “Um no” you chuckled again this time a little quieter. “They don’t exactly burst through my skin, to be honest, I don’t know how it works. It doesn’t hurt though.” Wanda nodded silently. Suddenly a small red rose appeared on your arm, then another, then a small pink tulip, then another rose this time pink. Wanda looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Oh sorry it’s like a sneeze” you said while awkwardly laughing and clenching your teeth.
Once she’d finished cleaning you up she looked at the flowers. She quickly brought her eyes back up to yours. You looked deeply into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Wanda broke the eye contact and jolted up. “I have to finish training” she said before hurrying out of the room. You audibly groaned. God damn it why were your powers so embarrassing.
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A few days later wanda was sat in the kitchen talking with Natasha. They were talking about everyone’s abilities and eventually you came up. “Y/N’s powers are pretty hard to understand, I don’t even think he understands them half the time. I mean when he feels a strong emotion, different flowers will pop up on his skin.” Wanda looked at Natasha and began to think about the other day in the shower room with those pink and red flowers. “The other day I was helping him clean his hands and red and pink roses…And tulips appeared on his arm.” Natasha practically choked on her coffee before bursting into a fit of giggles. As Natasha was stuck in her fit wanda began to think about the entire situation. That’s when she realised you probably liked her, that’s why the flowers appeared. She smiled like an idiot before bolting to the gardens behind the compound.
Like always, there you were. Sat in the middle of a patch of wild flowers. All the flowers in the garden faced you wherever you went, almost like you were magnetic to them. Wanda walked slowly up to you, the flowers, the sun, you, everything was beautiful. You were beautiful.
“Y/N” wanda said while approaching you. You looked up at her, genuinely smiling. “Hey”
You stood up and moved over to her, a small flower path beneath you.
“Y/N, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me after Pietro’s…D-death. You made me smile every morning reading those notes.” You moved closer to Wanda, yellow flowers sprinting from your legs. “I learn that if you feel something strongly, flowers sometimes appear on you.” You looked down at your legs and blushed bright red. “Sometimes I guess” you muttered. Wanda gently stepped closer to you, now you were inches apart. She reached a hand up to gently cup your cheek. “Can I, can I kiss you?” You nodded. As soon as your lips touched, bright red, pink and yellow flowers sprung up, all over the gardens of the compound, all over your legs and even one large red rose on your neck. Wanda chuckled while pulling away. “I feel the same way Y/N”
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I hope you enjoyed reading! I’d give anything to have these powers 😫 I might make this a series. It depends if people like it :)
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my server vs netflix
Long post for a few mutuals who asked about this 🏴☠️
Netflix (according to the geeks on server forums -- so this could be off a bit) has individual servers that hold about 100TB of data each, and Netflix claims they have around 18,000 servers worldwide.
Netflix has about 3000 movies and 1800 TV shows available in the United States at any given time. It varies in other countries, but is similar.
This is my server below (pen for size comparison and purple sticky note covering the super bright blue light that bores into my brain)
It's got 5 drive bays, and right now I have 60TB of storage space in it (meaning it's just a little smaller than one of Netflix's servers), and only 37TB of which is currently used. I can easily expand with add-on bays once I fill up the 60TB.
I currently have 4470 movies and 862 TV series, all with closed captioning that I've curated and about 100 of the TV shows have bonus scenes and specials included.
My server cost me about $2700: $1200 for the 5-bay box and the rest was spent on hard drives over the course of 2 years -- 5 inside the server and 6 backup drives. I bought good drives when they were on sale.
I spent another $300 on a range extender for my house so mom and dad could watch in their bedrooms without interruption.
My home internet costs $50 a month and I'm able to serve friends and family in the US, Canada, Europe, and Australia. It's not always accessible (sorry Australia and your shitty internet), but it's up most of the time.
I never take movies/TV shows off of my server, and all the TV shows have their original DVD soundtracks, so nobody has to worry I'm going to remove their faves or ruin soundtracks.
I take requests from anyone, adding it when I find it with no judgement on content.
I don't charge anyone for using my server, and yet I'm paying less than I used to for internet and streaming services.
My payments for internet and streaming for my business and two family houses (Charlie's house and my house) used to be $900 A MONTH ($450 of it was the business internet because ISPs gouge businesses even though the internet usage at the shop is less than home).
Just before I quit Cox Internet, they were about to raise the cost and my new total would've been $1000 per month.
My monthly payments are now $220 for internet service and streaming services. So within just a few months, the server paid for itself.
I still have YouTube TV, Netflix x2 (one for each house), Hulu, and Discovery+.
I'm not saying the average person can set this up, but I want to make it clear that streaming services aren't the mysterious, unknowable magic that people think they are.
They're just servers (hard drives) with data on them and a good internet connection.
Anyone can set up a home server. You don't need a $1200 box like mine. Even an old computer/laptop or single hard drive will work.
A brand new 2TB good-quality hard drive that could hold about 1000 movies or 60-80 TV series would only cost $60 plus another $29 for a basic enclosure/case. (I bought mine from NewEgg for backups)
I use Plex as my media server program. It has a free version and a paid version. I bought the lifetime pass on sale for $90. It goes on sale 2-3 times a year. There are other programs out there too, including Kodi, which has a Netflix skin so it looks like you're using Netflix.
Plex and other programs like it already have a huge library of metadata, so I didn't have to create my own cover art or fill in any other information other than title & year for movies or title + season + episode number for TV shows.
Careful naming of files and sorting in properly-named folders is all you need to have this:
It took me about 3 months to download and organize most of the movies and TV shows in between working and taking care of my home/family. Now I update the server once a week and it takes about 2 hours a week to download/update new TV shows and movies.
I wasn't able to torrent when I had Cox Internet, but the new $50/month ISP doesn't give a shit. Even so, I use a VPN, which is $9 a month just in case they ever decide to get touchy about torrenting.
The server does regular maintenance on itself, and I have backups of everything.
I realize not everyone has the tech skills to set something like this up, but even if one tech person in the family or circle of friends has the ability, they could serve around 60 people.
The most I've had streaming at one time was 10 separate people watching different things, and my server handled it with no problem.
Others on the server forum claim they've maxed out around 25 people simultaneously watching, but 60 people is the number suggested because not everybody will watch at the same time.
Streaming, as it currently works, does NOT support anyone related to the creation of TV shows and movies.
Hopefully this will change, but even if it does, that doesn't change the fact that I can easily support creators myself by buying their DVDs, merch, going to cons, and donating to them or their projects directly.
Right now, pirating movies and TV shows doesn't hurt creators because streaming services and big studios are the main villains, and if all you did was donate $5 to your favorite TV show/movie, you'd be giving them more than if you streamed their content as many times as you wanted each month on a big streaming service.
I have movies and TV shows on my server that aren't even available from content creators anymore due to greedy CEOs and execs who dump their content for tax breaks.
If more people switched to using their own servers, MAYBE it would scare the greedy assholes into paying content creators what they deserve, but in the meantime it's a great way to enjoy content that was created to be shared and to support the creators.
EDIT: I need to add that streaming a TV show/movie as much as possible in the first few weeks of the release date DOES help the show get renewed and the movie execs are more likely to buy future movies, so please stream as much as possible then to help content creators. After that time is up and the streaming service moves on, then it's totally fine to pirate.
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ID: a photograph of a white trans man in his 60 with squarish tinted glasses and short cut grey hair. He is wearing a blue denim jacket with a white t-shirt on underneath, and looking straight at the camera. ED.
Ben, 64, Northampton, MA, 2014 (Taken from To Survive On This Shore, Photographs and Interviews with Transgender and Gender Nonconforming Older Adults)
I identify as an FTM, non-hormone, non-op, transsexual heterosexual man. That’s the whole string of it. I was in the lesbian community when I was younger, but I never really fit. That was the 1970s and there really wasn’t the language then about transmen or FTMs or any of that. I didn’t have that accessible to me as an identity. I thought, “I’m the only one on the planet like me,” but then in 1985, Lou Sullivan sent his little booklet through the mail to the archives I was working on. It was “Information for the Female-to-male Crossdresser and Transsexual,” a little booklet that he self-published with a little handwritten note that said, “Maybe some people in your archive would want to read this.” Even though he didn’t know me, he didn’t know who he was sending this to, I read it. I read it and within two hours I called him and I said, “I gotta meet you, because now there’s two of us, you know, on the planet.” And I flew to San Francisco to meet him.
When I got there, I dressed up super masculine. I even wore temporary facial hair, because I wanted to demonstrate to him that I was a man. So, he opens the door and he is this little frail ninety-eight pound gay guy with a t-shirt on and I thought, “Well, he’s a man and he’s kinda like me, but he’s kinda not like me.” We ended up talking for five hours straight in his kitchen. In the middle of it, he told me he had to get up and take his AZT. I hadn’t known that he had HIV/AIDS, but I realized then that I was making the closest friend of my entire life, the most pivotal individual for me, and that I was losing him at the same time. We corresponded until he died and when he died, I started the East Coast FTM Group because I had nobody and he had asked me to head up his group in San Francisco, which I couldn’t do.
I always felt some resistance to the fact that I didn’t transition medically, but over time I started to find transsexuals who had not transitioned medically, or who had transitioned partially and then stopped, like my friend Leslie Feinberg. Eventually I found more people with the idea that, “I’m already me, I don’t need any medical intervention to become me.” It took a ten-year journey with a gender counselor to give myself permission around this, because it is not popular, even in our community.
I’ve done a lot of organizing, much of it pre-internet. I did it the way Lou did it at first, all by mail. I remember the first big conference I went to, a True Spirit Conference, and I think there were 300 guys, FTMs, from all over the country and Canada, and I remember thinking, “It’s starting. The movement for FTMs is really starting, big time.” Now I have a vision for making the Sexual Minorities Archives a national comprehensive LGBTQ educational resource center with a museum and an art gallery with many rooms to show the collections, to have a youth room, to have a meeting room, to have a community room, and to be the preeminent LGBTQ archive on the East Coast. That’s what I’m most looking forward to as I age and that’s what I want to accomplish before I die.
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1984- Book Review ☆☆☆☆(☆) (4.5/5)
1984 is hailed as a modern classic: renowned for how vivid, complex, and bleak the worldscape is that Orwell creates. Though, I'm quite sure that I don't need to tell you that.
[Probably Unnecessary] Context: It was written just after WW2, and published in 1949*. A clearly uncertain political time, and the book is a projection into a potentially catastrophic totaliarian future ( [Big Brother] modelled after Stalin and Hitler). It is Orwell's ninth and last published piece of literature.
*Trivia: As it was completed in 1948, some theories suggest that the title of 1984 is simply an inversion of this.
The first thing I can note is how incredible the concepts are. Masterful, inventive: It is clear that Orwell spared no time in creating the likes of Big Brother, The Ministry of Love and Truth, and the Thought Police. There is no book quite like it in this sense. It recycles the political climate that the world was in at the time to create something completely original- that is something I have the utmost respect for.
The political outlook, is simultaneously the book's superpower and it's biggest flaw: the reason for it's rating. it was very, very dull at times. At some point I wanted to just take the book back to the library because of sickeningly long the descriptions are- You have to really commit to it. A large portion of the book is political meandering with not alot going on. Though, I do appreciate that all of this reflects the nature of the environment that the characters are in. There is a 10-ish page+ excerpt (if I remember correctly) from the 'Brotherhood' book- detailing in detail the history of Oceana. A few people I knew had told me to skip it, though it does kind of provide a vital insight into how the whole state works.
The edition of the book I had also had two essays into how the book works and it's context- which were interesting in an academic sense, but, if you're just reading the book just for the sake of reading it, is a lot to be thrust into. If you stick with it though, the social credit that comes out of having read it is not half bad.
It's considered a must-read for any lit-nerd, especially one who specialises in the dystopian, science-fiction or political genres (the word political I think has been uttered more in this review than in the entire space of my life) and I guess I just came here to reinstate this fact to some extent. Just be ready.
[EXPANDED REVIEW: SPOILERS AHEAD]
I ADORED O'Brien's character and his development. He could be so multifaceted, mysterious. We never really knew him, and I love that- he was a blank slate, a product of the party, but it was evident he had some glimmer of human left within him. The interrogation scenes were dark, gritty and honestly, the highlight of the book (though I did like it Winston & Julia in their initial stages of dating, and the antique shop storyline).
Speaking of, I did enjoy Julia too: Poignant, intelligent, badass. There's something enamouring about her- she was well ahead of her time. I love that she gave up Winston in the same way he did.
The ending is growing on me, despite originally feeling confused and cheated by it. I've just read 300+ pages in the hopes that these governments would've been overthrown, to provide a glimmer of hope, and to feed me a sense of peace, in the fact it can be done- should the world ever find itself in a similar state.
But really, Orwell knew what he was doing by making Winston submit to this ideology. We have enough books with protagonists galloping off into the sunset, having successfully deconstructed a terrorizing-on-a-large-scale government within the space of a few hours. Either that, or they die, and have some sort of Posthumous commentary. This book is not an escapist one. Shagging a relatively random girl (initially) in the bushes, making a desperate pact to one of the highest government officials (in the hopes of doing just that) and placing a piece of dust in the right place will never do that. That's not what he wants to say. In real life... that wouldn't happen.
As a Unit, sure, perhaps. But we don't know how big the Brotherhood is or whether it even exists. There was no way to find out- which, is another point I like about the book. It was more effective for the audience not to know, in order for us to able to sit inside of the Character's shoes- Despite the fact that it's written in third person, rather than the first. I feel as though this could be symbolic of the fact that he's never truly alone. It's almost a recount from the Thought Police's perspective in that sense.
Anyhow, the ending heightens it's message- this book is, in essence, a cautionary tale. In other words, he was writing at a time where if they kept on going in a certain direction, this is what would've happened. It still might- We never know. Any other ending would mean that we would never grasp the true message. The fact Orwell knew this and bore that in mind when writing the book.... that's what makes a book a masterpiece, and him a master of his craft.
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Chapter 355: Moving Day
“You can take those up to the master bedroom – up the stairs, second door to the right,” Jackson told a mover carrying a large box of belongings.
Surprisingly, the actual move into Dellingham Cottage hadn’t taken more than a couple of hours. Given that he had lived his entire life so far in his parents’ home, Jack’s few personal possessions had easily fit into a small rental truck. Since the house was fully furnished, the boxes were mostly books, electronics and clothes, but he still hired a team of movers to assist.
He stepped back and looked at the cottage. Despite its name, the house was large and sprawling. Though certainly not a mansion, it was more space than he really needed. He planned on living alone for the time being. Even a cleaning lady was out of the question until he was sure his career as an author had taken off – and even then, would likely not be a live-in. Those days were over, he supposed.
“Excuse me,” a voice said from behind him.
Jack turned to find an older gentleman in a suit approaching.
“My name is Meade,” the man said. “Daniel Meade. And I assume you are the owner of this property?”
Jack stuck out a hand.
“Yes, I’m the owner,” he said. “Jackson Flynn.”
“A pleasure, Mr. Flynn,” Meade said. “I know this may seem odd, given that you’re moving in, but I represent an investor who is quite interested in acquiring this property.”
“Excuse me?” Jack asked, surprised. “Someone wants to buy Dellingham Cottage?”
“Indeed,” Meade replied, nodding. “In fact, they’re willing to make a quite generous offer for ….”
Jack held up a hand and interrupted, gently.
“I’m afraid it’s not for sale, Mr. Meade,” he said. “This property has been in my mother’s family for nearly 300 years, so it has great sentimental value to her – and to me.”
“Well, I’m sure we could reach some kind of agreement,” Meade replied. “A lease, perhaps? So you could retain ownership while my client could ….”
“I’m afraid not,” Jack said. “As you noted, I am only just now moving in myself. This is my home now, and I don’t plan on leaving Dellingham anytime soon. I’m sorry, but your client will have to find another property. There is no sum of money that could persuade me to part with this house. It’s part of my family heritage.”
“I understand,” Meade replied. “At least I can report that I made an effort.”
“Certainly,” Jack said, turning to go inside. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get settled in. Good day, Mr. Meade.”
“Good day, Mr. Flynn,” Meade said.
Jack walked into the house, still puzzling over the man’s interest in his home. Certainly, he’d always appreciated the quaint comfort of Dellingham Cottage – but there were far more impressive homes within only a few miles.
“I think this is the last of it, sir,” one of the movers said, approaching. “Anything else you need from us?”
“No, thank you,” Jack replied. “I believe that’s all.”
As the men left, Jack walked into the parlor and collapsed onto the sofa, stretching. Despite the ease of the move, it had already been a stressful day.
“Welcome home,” he said aloud to himself, looking about.
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Continent of Oceana | History of Weston | History of Corwyn | History of Torenth | History of Allycia
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Hey. I'm a mutual of yours, we've been for a few months now. I'm here not only to tell you that your steddie fanarts are out of this world (that they are), or how much I like your art (that I do), or how talented you are (that you are).
I'm here to tell you that I appreciate every minute of effort behind your hard, hard work. Yes, you're talented, no doubt of that, but behind every talented person there are a lot, and I mean A LOT of hours, self teaching, experimenting, discarded wips, study hours, mental struggle to do art, to see the flaws on our pieces, to not being ever fully satisfied with what we do, and yet to sit again and keep doing art and sharing it despite everything I mentioned before.
That's hard work, that's passion, and strength, and stubborness, and that's more important than talent, and I think I'm telling you this because I, as an artist myself, would love to hear it sometimes. I flush and fluster whenever someone calls me 'talented' (who doesn't like praise?) but I would tear up if someone sees what I do and tell me "god, this piece must have taken you hours, and being able to do this, must have taken you decades."
So I am here to appreciate that, to note and congratulate you on every single minute that you spent working to become the amazing artist that you are.
I hope you have the greatest week, and that with this, your Monday is a little bit less Monday-ish.
Love,
V
I'm having a hard time, with life at the moment.. i have to do so much stuff and work a lot when i should've been resting after a stressful uni year. And the only thing that i consider resting now is art. The art that i couldn't pursue full time in the country that i live in. Or for the art that so many told me that i'll stop eventually doing because way down the line i won't be able to anymore because of the future job that i've chosen for myself and such. But since highschool i'll say this for as long as i'm breathing: i can't live without art and it will forever course through my veins.
As dramatic as that may sound, it's true. Before steddie i thought i was going to quit art just because no matter on each platform i'd try, i was getting like 100 to 300 notes/likes on a 44 h piece. Not exagerating one bit. And it went like that for like a year. But the only problem was that i had the wrong audience. This steddie fandom brought out the best of me and i improved so much as an artist thanks to you, fellow artist friend and so many more amazing artists/writers/people i've met down the line.
The fact that you took the time to tell me you appreciate all my sleepless nights, all my frustrations, small victories, learning from my mistakes. It really feels like soothing balm against wound. Hence i cried when i read your message. I thank you whole heartedly for your kindness, it made my week so much brighter. And i want to give the same warmth to you, in return. No matter the fact that i don't know how your art looks like. I'm congratulating you too, for coming so far, for all the progress that you've made. For the days you let your heart out to sing on paper or through pixels. For struggling to get the structures right the 100th time. For trying again and again until it felt right. For not giving up. And for sharing a piece of your heart with us. Even later in life when you'll be able to only doodle on napkins or painting on large canvases, never let that fire within you die. Because you're special and we're so lucky we get to see another version of life through different eyes and experiences.
And for whoever may read this. I'm congratulating you too and all the above. No matter what you're doing and what you're pursuing. I'm so proud of you too.
This went for way too long and i rambled a whole lot, i know. But in the end, i wish you an amazing week ahead of you, and all the best.
With love,
Res.
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new story
I apologize for my inactivity. I have a new story that I wrote in school for my class project, but I can't think of a title for it right now. So, I'll just post it here without any title.
Here it goes...
Jack was an inspector who took the job of his sick friend, who had asked him if he could investigate a house in a remote area in Alaska, known as Lindland Woods. After five hours of driving, Jack arrived at the location where he was supposed to investigate for his partner. As he approached the house, he felt uneasy. The desolate, eerily silent house loomed before him. It was damp, painted in a decaying shade of yellow, with red brick tiles cracked, ready to fall if an earthquake struck. There stood a remarkably intact stone chimney, and nearby lay abandoned clothing next to a nearly empty bucket. As Jack stepped out of his car, an eerie sensation washed over him, as if he were being watched by someone or something. A pungent smell of mold and an indescribable stench hung in the air.
As he neared the house's door, he caught a glimpse of something moving from a window. Fear surged through him, but he knew he had a job to do. Summoning his courage, Jack opened the creaking door. Inside, the putrid odor intensified, akin to rotting food. Jack thought, 'It smells like death in this house.' Gathering himself, he proceeded further. The interior revealed walls covered in mold, and the creaking floorboards seemed ready to give way at any moment. Paint peeled and crumbled from the walls. The worst was yet to come - the kitchen. It was a nightmarish scene, consumed by mold, with dark voids in the walls. The source of the stench emanated from the fridge, forcing Jack to leave the room to avoid vomiting. As he departed the kitchen, he couldn't help but think, "This house needs to be demolished; the kitchen is a living hell."
Jack then ventured into the bedroom, hoping to find something of interest. Instead, he encountered an empty room covered in graffiti. The floorboards groaned ominously beneath his every step, making him fear they might give way beneath him.
Eventually, he stumbled upon the basement. The steep, narrow stairs leading down filled him with trepidation. The basement was shrouded in darkness, prompting Jack to rely on a powerful 300-lumen flashlight. Yet, even its brilliance provided limited visibility within the oppressive darkness. As Jack aimlessly explored, searching for anything of note, he tripped over a broken table fragment. As he struggled to rise, he felt something touch him, but it swiftly retreated into the shadows. Jack had never been so terrified. Once on his feet, he raced up the stairs, ascending from the basement's abyss. The transition from the dim basement to the blinding light of the surface was like stepping into the sun itself.
Upon exiting the basement, Jack sensed something trailing him, and he dashed to the door, locking it behind him. As he did, he saw the figure. It defied human form, bearing an otherworldly, emaciated appearance, towering with a grotesque smile etched upon its face. Rather than attacking, it merely stared, its eyes like dark voids. Jack trembled at the sight, momentarily frozen in fear before regaining his composure. He slowly backed away and sealed the door. Jack sprinted to his car and sped away, the last image of the house being the figure's eerie farewell from the window. Following that harrowing day, Jack quit his job and relocated to another country. There, he became a police officer and sought therapy to erase the haunting memories of his previous occupation. ----Xamichi
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hey so, having just spent the last hour and a half pausing multiple times while reading this analysis + rewrite to savor it like a hearty fucking meal, i'd now like to give my compliments to the chef.
firstly: the analysis. i admittedly have a lot of difficulty seeing the forest for the trees sometimes bc i get so wrapped up in the details that i don’t know how to wrap it all back around, so getting to see it all laid out into a cohesive package was immensely satisfying, thank.
secondly: i've always held the opinion that three houses gave claude the short end of the stick but this rewrite makes me feel nothing less than robbed at what we might have had. and to work within the limited chapters and plot elements the game gives us, my god! (i'll be honest, i'm deeply curious as to what you would have done given free reign of the entire script.) there's so many points i wish had been elaborated/shown off more in-game that you directly addressed here that i don’t even know where to begin, so just imagine me sitting here mentally shouting "yes…… YES" because that's more or less what happened. i think i straight up hollered at the merceus reveal (god bless you, marianne)
god just… if i had the ability to do it justice, i'd write a fic retelling the entirety of WC + VW with this rewrite as the basis. thank you.
!!! Thank you so much!!
I'm glad that it was easy to read, given the length of it lmao - I tried to keep things as organized as I could while writing it. Glad it worked out lol!
And that's basically my feelings regarding Claude as a whole lmao; there's clearly a lot to work with with his character, since it has a solid enough foundation to build off of with his personality, actions, ideals, morals, and all that good stuff. The game just, uh, barely used any of it for some reason. I mainly wanted to show that even if VW stayed a copy + paste of SS regarding its general story, that didn't mean that it had to shaft Claude from having a story catered to his character- and I’m happy to see its reception be pretty good, all things considered! :)
If I were given more free reign over the game, I’d give any sort of possibility for the three countries to keep their independence. The game likes to act like unification is the only way for Fodlan to find peace, while forgetting that TWS sowed the seeds of discord while Fodlan was unified, and then later again once Fodlan was made up of Adrestia, Faerghus, and Leicester. They’re, like, either the direct root cause or an otherwise major factor of anything this bad happening in Fodlan - there’s nearly a 300 year gap of nothing of note happening between the countries, between the Crescent Moon War and the events that happen in the game, and those events all only happen because of TWS. So I’d like to better represent that possibility for peace either way: meet certain conditions and the countries keep their independence, fail them and there’s no other choice but unification. That if nothing else would be the biggest foundational change I’d give 3H - though not just for VW, but for AM and SS too since unification literally isn’t the goal for those routes lmao. Feel it would’ve hit harder if CF was the only route where unification was the only endgame option, given it’s a main motive for its lord unlike the other three routes lol
And 😭😭😭 thank you again for the kind words!! 💞💞💞
#ask#this was so nice to see thank you so much!!!#it'd hard to say what i'd do with a full reign of the script regarding VW specifically tho lmao#so as much as I don't like them that much I do appreciate having guidelines to keep on focused on the point of the rewrite#that being Claude's character#but that free reign decision I mention is imo definitely the most noticeable of any I'd make lol
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