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Chapter One: The Arrival

The Depths we Devour, a gothic horror detective!joel fic

Summary

Detective Miller arrives at the manor and learns that this case is a lot more complicated that he first thought. A father gone mad, the daughter stuck on the detectives mind.

Word Count: 8.1k

Tags: Joel POV, smoking, alcohol, joel miller is scared of rats, reader is referred to as the girl and she/her, reader has hair that can be braided and reaches her back, reader wears dresses, author! reader, joel miller has inappropriate thoughts about reader, jealous!joel (weak), protective!joel, joel calls reader sweetheart, soft touches. - as always, if i miss any let me know

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The Detective

Day One

3:26pm

The afternoon sky glistens on the wet road, rain pelting on every surface the storm sees beneath it. Poor unfortunate animals scurry through the rattling grass desperate to find shelter from the harsh wind that gusts through the forest floors and the rain that forms small flowing rivers in the mud.

The swift and nimble fox dashes across the road, its feet almost silent upon the hard pavement. The beam of light from oncoming traffic catches its eyes, causing the animal to pause in its erratic travels. It watches in terror as the death-machine races towards it, growing closer with each passing second. The car swerves, tires screeching as they slide on the wet, slick surface.

The fox's movement is sudden and brief, finally spurred into action only as the blaring horn of the car breaks its daze. Within mere seconds, it's back once again hidden from danger, as it sprints into the bushes.

The storm rages on, unrelenting in its intensity. Lightning flashes in the sky, brightening the world for a fraction of a second before fading once again. Thunder rolls across the sky, rumbling through the ground with each booming clap.

And yet, the car keeps moving.

The driver has somewhere to be. Someone to meet. Someone to find.

A crossroad lies ahead, the water having already claimed and devoured a large portion of the path to the left. The detective glances down at his car's navigation system, exhaling in relief as it directs him to take a right-hand turn instead.

He sits hunched over the wheel, a deep frown on his face as he focuses on the road ahead. The rain lashes at the windshield of his car, the windshield wipers working in overdrive to try and clear his line of vision.

The radio sputters, the crackle of static filling his ears. He flinches as his ears are subjected to the harsh sounds, grunting in annoyance at the abuse he's being forced to listen to. He takes a few attempts before managing to find the volume knob, fumbling for it as he continues to focus on the road. Once located, he turns it to zero, taking an audible sigh of relief as the silence returns.

He turns into a driveway, his car following the paved road as it slowly rolls to a stop outside an old manor. The imposing structure stands before him, the ancient architecture a stark contrast to the modern vehicle now resting beside it.

The detective half expects a vampire to turn into a bat and fly into the sky before his eyes. Or an old pipe organ, the deep sound to announce his arrival, like out of one of those old horror movies his daughter liked to watch.

"Fuckin' hell," he mutters under his breath as the building comes into focus. The structure shines even in the dim light, the rain coating the exterior in a thin film of water. The dark grey concrete bricks stand out against the vibrant green surrounding foliage as the water runs down the exterior, dripping from the gutters onto the ground below.

He rummages through the paperwork on the passenger seat, his flask slipping from its spot and hitting the floor with a quiet thunk. He stops in his actions, his hands freezing on the paper as he stares down at the flask. Before he has a chance to reach for it, a loud rumble of thunder shakes the ground beneath the car, a flash of lightning illuminating the interior for just a split second.

He shakes his head, dismissing any thoughts of taking a sip of alcohol from his mind. Taking the printed-out email for the job, he reads over the details once again before exiting the car.

Dear Detective Miller.

I found myself reading an article about you in the paper the other week, the case you solved involving a missing child. The author wrote praises for your efforts, and I unfortunately need your expertise in the dire matter.

My father is a Mycologist, researching and experimenting with all sorts of fungi that peeks his interests. He’s been obsessing over a new discovery in the woods surrounding our manor, gone for days at a time but I’m afraid this is different. No one has heard from him in over a week as I write to you, and I am afraid something has happened to him.

I have contacted the local authorities, but they turned their back on my father, stating he’s just busy at work and he will turn up soon. But I know that not to be true. If he’s lost in his work, he always checks in with either myself or our staff as the woods around can be dangerous.

It’s been almost two weeks and it’s been radio silence.

Please, if you could find my father, I would be forever in your debt.

Joel lifts his eyes from the crumpled paper in his hands, staring up at the manor once more. "All this from just looking at mold and mushrooms?" he mutters to himself, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. With a sigh, he tosses the paper back onto the pile beside him and hunts for his lighter in his jacket pocket. Balancing a cigarette between his lips, he sparks the flame and takes a long drag of the nicotine before exhaling a puff of smoke into the car. “I’m in the wrong damn profession.”

He tucks the lighter back in his pocket as he kills the ignition, stuffing the keys into their rightful spot alongside the lighter. The nicotine surges through his body, the soothing sensation seemingly relaxing his bones as he leans back in his seat with a heavy sigh. He closes his eyes, allowing himself a moment of peace before he has to get to work.

He rolls his head to the side, taking in the sight of the fat raindrops smashing against the car's passenger window. The trees sway violently in the wind nearby, the weather conditions worsening with every passing second. He leans over the console, tugging on the glove box until it opens, ignoring the second fallen flask as he continues to dig through the paperwork. His fingers slip past the scattered pages and documents, ultimately gripping onto the handle of his gun.

The gun fits snugly into his shoulder holster, the weight of the weapon a constant and familiar sensation. He adjusts his jacket to cover the weapon once more, the holster hidden from view as he smooths his fingers through his hair. An attempt to fix his appearance that's ultimately hopeless in the face of the terrible weather outside.

Before exiting, he picks up his flash from the floor. Just in case, he tells himself.

He opens the car door with a soft, annoyed hiss, taking in the frosty wind that whooshes into the car. He tosses the cigarette from his mouth and into the mud, stomping on it for extra measure despite the fact the rain had already killed the heat the moment he opened the door.

Uncaring of the rain, the detective quickly jogs up the stairs and reaches the door. He knocks once, then waits patiently before knocking again. This time, he knocks with a bit more volume, hoping that their attention would be drawn to the fact that he had arrived.

The rain covers any sound coming from beyond the door, making listening in difficult. The detective grunts in annoyance, trying to wiggle the handle only to find out that the door is locked.

“Fucking great.” He mutters as he looks up at the sky, as if the storm will help him.

Joel jogs back down the stairs, his eyes catching sight of another set of dark green doors to his left. With a quick motion, he pushes the large, wooden doors open with his hands. A sound of wood against the concrete floor screeches as he manages to force the heavy doors open.

Joel's voice echoes through the darkened room as he steps inside, the sound of his footsteps crunching bits of the hay that coats the floor. "Hello?" he yells out into the empty space, hoping that someone else would respond. His hand continues to explore the area nearest to him, his search for a light switch failing. In a last attempt before completely giving up, he removes the flashlight attached to his holster and repeatedly hits it against the palm of his hand until it finally turns on. The beam of light illuminates the barn in front of him.

Joel startles at the loud, sudden noise of the door slamming behind him. "Fuuuuck me," he lets out a small huff of air, placing a hand over his heart as his breathing becomes quick and agitated.

He’s getting too old for this shit.

The light shines across empty stalls, the once-organized buckets having been knocked over and the scattered hay now covering the floor. Joel frowns at the sight of this mess, using his booted foot to push a large barrel to the side. The sudden movement of the barrel causes a mouse to squeal, dashing across the room after its hiding spot had been compromised.

Joel stumbles back, his yelp filling the room much louder than the small creature's. With a quick glance around, he sighs in relief as he thanks whatever gods there may be that his embarrassing moment was left unnoticed.

“Damn rats” he mutters.

The detective regains his composure, quickly exiting the room before he makes another embarrassing, albeit vocal, expression of his fright.

The flashlight flickers before eventually dying out as he steps into the hallway. Joel scolds himself for his oversight in forgetting to change the batteries, making a disgusted noise as he tosses the useless, flickering flashlight back onto the strap of his holster.

In the absence of any proper lighting, his hands guide him instead as he moves down the dark, eerie hallway. Flashes of lightning illuminate the area through dusty windows, giving brief glimpses of his surroundings as he passes. He reaches the end of the hallway, pushing open a door into a brightly lit room - a conservatory.

The plants here seem to have a mind of their own, growing wherever they may wish and creeping over the garden beds. The various plants spread out in untamed, wild ways, almost as if they were crawling along the ground. They have completely overtaken the statues within the area, their vines and leaves wrapping around the cracked statues, like a python sucking the life out of its prey.

He hears the faint, humming sound coming from deep in the room. His feet carry him across the vine-covered bricks with each step, the stems of the plants snapping under the pressure of his boots as he moves through the room. The rain continues to pelt down on the glass roof above, the constant sound of raindrops hitting the surface of the glass echoing through the room.

He should probably call out, announce his presence to whoever or whatever it is that is humming. But, despite the fact he knows it is most likely the safest course of action, he finds himself entranced by the sound.

The massive tree dominates the corner of the conservatory, its thick trunk taking up the majority of the space as if it were demanding it. Its roots are thick, having already done their fair share of damage to the concrete path that surrounds it, tearing into the surface with reckless abandon. Joel carefully steps over a particularly large root as soon as he spots the end of a dress peeking out from around the side of the tree.

The humming is louder as he walks closer to the gigantic tree, the sound becoming even more beautiful as it mixes with the rain. He stops on the path, pausing to listen for several moments as he enjoys the melody and the ambiance that surrounds him.

He takes another step, a branch crunching under his boot.

The humming suddenly stops, interrupted by a startled gasp as the girl scrambles to her feet. She looks at the detective with wide, terrified eyes, her breath catching in her throat. The book she had been holding falls unceremoniously to the ground beside her, forgotten in her haste and fear. She stares at the detective, wide eyed like the fox he almost killed earlier.

They stare at each other, both wide eyed and frozen.

"Sorry, miss," he begins, his voice gentle as he attempts to puts her at ease. "Didn't mean to scare you," he assures her, shaking his head in genuine regret. He offers his hand for a handshake. "I'm Detective Miller," he introduces himself with a simple, respectful smile.

She relaxes at his reassurance, a warm smile settling on her face as she takes his hand into hers. Their hands fit together well, her hands being soft and delicate in his as he gives them a gentle shake.

“I’m awfully sorry sir, I guess the staff didn’t hear you. The storm is dreadfully loud.” As if to prove her point, thunder erupts through the room, shaking the ground beneath them slightly.

They both look up at the sky through the glass roof, a soft smile on her face.

He quickly lets go of her hand, allowing her to retrieve the book that she had dropped in fright. As she rises to her feet once more, her eyes move across his body, taking note of every little detail. He raises an eyebrow in response to her action, a curious and amused expression lighting his face as he watches her take him in.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re absolutely drenched. We’ll have to get you dry before I let you in the main house. Eliza will have your neck if you dirty her precious floors.”

He takes a moment to look down at his clothes as well, taking note of the way that the damp fabric drips onto the bricks beneath him, a small puddle slowly forming and slowly oozing its way through the cracks.

“Oh, right. Of course. Sorry.”

"Follow me," she says with a wave of her hand, causing him to trail behind her as he follows her closely. Her braided hair flows softly down her back, the delicate bow sitting unevenly at the end. It calls out to him, his hand twitching with an urge to reach out and straighten the ribbon. But, he refrains from doing so, realising the action would indeed be weird. He knows that.

She leads the detective through a door, stepping into a room that is completely void of any source of light until she pulls on a string that's dangling from the ceiling, a single bulb that dangles above. She chuckles at his expression of annoyance as he eyes the old light, frowning at the way it flickers as it sways.

Was there a string light in the stables?

"It's a rather old house," she says with just the smallest hint of amusement, gesturing around the room to make her point. "You're going to find it operates like one," she continues, her words proving to be true. She turns around gracefully, her dress swirls and his eyes follow the movement of her figure as she walks away.

He liked the way she called him detective.

He's been referred to as a detective countless time over decades on the job, however, something about the way she said it, the tone she used, and the slight glimpse of amusement that danced upon her features when she said it made him feel almost...flustered.

He follows her through the room and into the kitchen, his nostrils immediately assaulted by the aroma of home-cooked food as he walks through the doorway. The smell causes his stomach to rumble slightly, a reminder that he hasn't had a home-cooked meal in a while. Having lived off greasy fast food and diner meals for far too long, he finds it hard to recall the last time he has had a meal that wasn’t drenched in oil or salt.

Freshly baked bread and pastries lay unattended on the island in the middle of the room, their scent wafting through the air as the large room fills with the aroma of baked goods. A pot full of what he assumes to be pumpkin soup sits on the stove top, the heat from the pot making the liquid simmer softly as an appetizing smell wafts forth.

He was just about to reach for a croissant, his fingers just about to pluck it from its plate when her words stop him in his tracks. "Alexander is a wonderful cook, but I wouldn't touch his pastry if I were you," she says with a light chuckle, making him freeze. He then clenches his hand into a fist and lowers it back down to his side, his fingers curling against his palm.

She pushes the door open, guiding him inside a dark, dirty hallway. A thick veil of cobwebs has taken over the space between the ceiling and the wall, blanketing the area in a spidery web of filth. The girl pauses at the entrance to the laundry room, quickly ushering him in with a brief gesture.

The room features a mixture of modern and old forms of laundry, the contrast between the two creating a unique atmosphere. She pulls out a stool for him to sit upon in front of the lit fire, which provides a welcome warmth to the chilly air. He doesn't hesitate to do as he's directed, shrugging off the water-soaked jacket before she quickly drapes it over a rack beside the fire.

He takes his sodden shoes off as the water sloshes around inside. She grabs the boots from his hands, quickly emptying the accumulated water out into the sink before placing them in front of the fire to dry them out.

He settles in front of the warm flames, adjusting the way his damp socks are positioned to soak in the heat. However, he doesn't linger on that activity for too long. "So, your father is missing?" he asks, falling into his typical line of questioning.

She sighs and nods her head, the sudden movement causing her shoulders to slump. Sitting on the back of her heels, her pale-yellow dress falls to the dirty floor, collecting on the grungy tiles as she settles down in front of the fire herself.

The detective watches the dirt from the grimy floors of the laundry room begin to pollute the pristine pale yellow of her dress, his frowning expression growing deeper at the sight. He stands from the stool and offers his hand to her. She tilts her head at him, a soft frown filling her features as she seemingly questions his actions. She does, however, take his hand without verbal questioning, allowing him to effortlessly lift her from the ground and gently guide her onto the stool. He then presses gently against her shoulders to encourage her to sit.

Joel doesn’t mind the dirty floor; he’s accustomed to it. But the girl? No, she deserves better.

He lowers himself to the ground, grunting as his knees crack from the act. He would have missed her giggle or smile; had he not been paying attention. It's this small noise that catches his attention, forcing him to look up at her with a faint, amused smile filling his expression.

Too sweet, too innocent.

He rolls his sleeves up before leaning back on his hands, his knees bent as he looks up at her. "You mentioned in your email that your father isn't known for disappearing without any contact," he repeats, referring to the words she had used when requesting his assistance. "How sure are you that he's not just out of range or just busy?"

Her smile disappears and the detective finds himself mourning the loss, an upset frown replacing it. “He wouldn’t just leave me for this long, detective. Somethings not right. He’s been so obsessed with this place since we moved here not that long ago.”

She continues to fiddle with the hem of her dress as she keeps her gaze firmly down at the ground, her fingers playing with and gently twirling the fabric around her fingers. He catches himself, noticing his eyes trailing down her bare legs to her white frilly socks, and promptly scolds himself for such an action.

Too soft, too innocent.

Her voice becomes softer as she continues to speak, a hint of sorrow permeating throughout her tone. "I've been dishonest with you detective," she says, expressing her shame and her apology. "And I’m sorry, I truly am,” she adds on with an emphasis on her sincerity, making it clear that the words she speaks are a genuine admission of fault. He finds himself wanting to reach out to her, to run his hands down her arms and let her know that whatever it is she may be ashamed of, he can assure her he's done worse. Much worse.

"That's alright, sweetheart," he reassures her in a calm and honest tone, his voice oozing with a mixture of comfort and confidence as he speaks to her. "As long as you're honest with me now, I need to know everything if I'm going to bring your daddy home safe," he continues, making it clear that he needs all the information he can get if he's going to succeed in locating her missing father.

She looks down at him, wide eyed and he feels as if he’s said something wrong.

“My father,” She corrects him before looking back down at her hands. “He hasn’t been the same since coming here. I’m afraid he’s gone mad, detective.”

“Mad?”

“He’s delusional, erratic almost. He talks about some big science company wanting to take his research away. How he won’t let them. He talks about how people have tried to kill him and how he’s created monsters in the woods that shouldn’t be alive. It’s insane sir, there hasn’t been anyone on our land since we got here. Besides you, of course.”

The detective listens to her statement intently, rubbing his hand over his stubble and scratching it against his chin as he does so. A brief thought crosses his mind that perhaps he should have trimmed the stubble before traveling the four hours to reach this isolated location, but he quickly shoves that line of thought to the side as he focuses on the task at hand - locating the girl's, insane sounding father.

“So, you think he’s running around in the forest naked, yelling at things that aren’t there?”

“No, of course not. He’s certainty clothed.” She stops, a wave of disgust covering her face. “Well, I hope so at least.”

A surprised chuckle escapes from him, the noise sounding more foreign to him than he realises as he's momentarily stunned by his own behaviour. The laugh seems to come from someplace deep within him, a forgotten aspect of his personality that seems to have disappeared along with most of his joy in life.

It's an unexpected, bittersweet surprise.

5:15pm

The manor is indeed far bigger than he would have suspected, as its winding, brightly lit corridors stretch on for what seems like miles, leading into rooms of various lengths and sizes. The lower, underground levels bear a stark contrast to the rest of the mansion, the lack of use evident in the dirty walls and the dust that has accumulated over time. The change in the appearance and level of cleanliness from one floor to the next hints at the lesser use the lower levels receive when compared to the upstairs.

His boots echo loudly on the clean tiles, each step he takes filling the space with the sound of his footsteps. His jacket is draped over his arm as he holds it tightly to his chest, keeping it closely to his body as he walks through the manor.

The girl leads him up the stairs and to her father's study, where she stops dead in her tracks upon entering. A surprised gasp escapes from her mouth as she covers it with her hand, shock, and surprise evident in her expression as she takes in the sight before her.

Without pause to consider his actions, his hand instinctively grasps her arm and tugs her behind him, his body reacting to the possibility of danger as his hand quickly reaches for his weapon. A deep scowl forms on his face as he swiftly surveys the room with his eyes in search of any potential threat. However, he finds the room to be completely devoid of danger, yet with a clear sight of destruction as it seems as if a tornado had swept through the room. The books and papers are scattered throughout, the furniture overturned as if someone were carelessly searching for something.

He steps over an overturned chair, his gun forgotten once more in his holster as he takes in the state of the room. The girl cautiously follows him through the room.

He watches with interest as she picks up a small statue and places it carefully back on the shelf. “I was in here yesterday; nothing was out of place.” She utters as she adjusts the statue on the shelf, stepping away once she’s satisfied.

Joel quickly turns his head to face the direction of a booming voice, the papers gripped tightly in his hands. He finds himself locked in a gaze with an older woman in her late sixties, her head topped with greying blond hair tied into a tight bun. She is clad in an apron tied around her waist, the fingers of one hand pointed directly at him as she points with disdain in her expression. "What do you think you're doing?" she questions loudly, her tone demanding as she expresses her dissatisfaction with the presence of a man she's unfamiliar with within the confines of the study.

The girl steps into view of the doorway, and for a moment, the woman's expression settles upon seeing her, seemingly softening her demeanour temporarily. However, her gaze settles back onto Joel in a moment, her glare quickly returning as her eyes study him.

"Did you do this?" she questions, her tone sharp as she places the blame on Joel without a hint of doubt in her voice. He lets out a quick scoff in response, shaking his head before returning his gaze to the desk and the small remnants that remain of the once elegant and put-together study.

"No, of course not, Eliza," the girl says, her voice softer and more subdued compared to the older woman. She attempts to take on a calming and reassuring demeanour in hopes of alleviating the older woman's clear anger at the situation.

Joel watches the scene play out in the corner of his eye as he flicks through papers on the desk, almost enjoying it.

"Why is this man here, what have you done?" Eliza's hushed, stern voice is aimed directly at the girl, who gazes upward at the older woman with a look of frustration and bewilderment in her eyes.

“I hired him.”

"Hired him?" the older woman scoffs, her tone dripping with a mixture of amusement and condescension as she regards the girl as if she were a child. "Why on earth would you hire him?" she questions, her voice carrying on that same attitude of dismissing the girl as if she were making a foolish decision.

“He’s been gone too long, something is wrong.”

“Oh, you foolish girl. Your father is just working, this isn’t one of your stupid little stories in your books. You can’t go hiring some lowlife detective because your father hasn’t talked to you in a few days.”

Her face drops as the words fall from the older woman's lips, her head lowering to the ground as the woman scolds her with a dismissive tone. Joel feels a brief flash of anger flare up within him as he watches the interaction and realises how the older woman is treating the girl. Without hesitation, he casts aside the papers he's holding and quickly traverses the distance between them, placing himself at the younger girl's side.

“Now, I might be some lowlife detective,” Joel grits as he approaches Eliza, unpleased by her tone. “But she has every right to be worried about her father. And from the state of this room alone, I think I’m right to believe her concern. And if you don’t believe her, I ought to believe you had something to do with his disappearance.”

His arm brushes against the girl's shoulder as he stands beside her and makes no move to step away from her. A soft smile forms on her face as she glances downward, her eyes locked on the clean tiles beneath their feet. With a loud scoff, Eliza shows her displeasure at the detective's words, the older woman evidently offended by his words.

"How dare you accuse me of such things!" she counters angrily, her hand rising to her heart with a sudden huff of air.

"Well then, I guess you'll leave us alone then as I look for her father, your boss' whereabouts then?" Joel interjects as he raises his eyebrows, almost daring the older woman to object or to protest his presence within the manor.

Eliza shoots a final hateful gaze at the girl before shaking her head with a hmph! as she leaves, refusing to engage further with the situation. Joel's irritation grows within him, but he manages to tamp down the urge to roll his eyes or to confront the older woman further, restraining himself.

He glances down at the girl as she stands beside him, her head still lowered to the ground. His heart clenches and he stops himself from chasing the women and yelling at her, releasing his temper on her for treating her like that.

Instead, he reaches up with his hand, gently placing it beneath the girl's chin and lifting her head. Her watery eyes lock on his, their gazes becoming locked together as she meets his gaze, and he grits his teeth at the sight.

protectprotectprotectprotectprotect.

"Don't let her talk to you like that," he whispers softly, his voice barely audible as an urge to comfort the girl grows within him. His hand moves slowly as he cups the side of her face, his touch gentle and comforting as he caresses the girl's cheek with his thumb. The girl's breathing grows more laboured as a tear rolls down her face, her eyes closing as the emotional floodgate begins to give way.

His hand twitches slightly where it rests upon her cheek, and he frowns at the lone tear rolling down her cheek. Without warning, he pulls her into a small, comforting embrace, her cheek pressing against his chest as he gently massages the back of her head with one hand and rests the other upon her shoulder blades.

protectprotectprotectprotectprotect.

"I don't like people being upset with me," the young girl mumbles, her voice small and strained as her fingers grip firmly onto his shirt beside her face.

"Nahhhhh," he responds with a teasing tone, dragging it out as he smiles slightly. "Don't listen to her, she seems like a stuck-up bitch," His teasing words elicit a soft, quiet laugh from her. He watches her reaction with a smile, satisfied with her response. However, her mood dampens quickly, and a frown settles back onto her face as she pushes herself away from him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have," she quickly apologizes, gesturing towards Joel with a somewhat embarrassed and apologetic look. She quickly pulls her arms around her own body, closing herself off once more and practically clutching onto herself.

He scolds himself, mentally kicking himself. He shouldn't have touched her, shouldn’t have hugged her. She’s a client, a much younger client at that. But he can't help himself. There is something about her, something that draws him in and calls to him, a need to hold her close and protect her, a desire to never let go.

“No, No. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He raises his hands in defence before he sighs and lowers his hands to his hips. “I shouldn’t have done that. You were upset, I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry.”

If he knew what was good for him, he would get right back in his car and drive as far away as he possibly could, get away from this house and this girl and all the strange and unusual events which seemed bound to revolve around the house. And yet...the detective never did what was good for him.

So when she offers to show him the room he would be staying in with a kind gesture, he should have declined and given her a card for a detective much more qualified than him. He would have been better off finding another job, leaving her in better hands.

He follows her to his room.

6pm

Creamy pumpkin soup is placed in front of him, the thick and hearty, delicious-smelling bowl of soup setting his stomach rumbling. Thick, freshly sliced baked bread are stacked on a plate in the middle of the large dining room table. The smell alone causes him to practically drool as he takes in the sight before him.

Candles are lit along the sconces on the walls, providing a soft, dim light throughout the room, the atmosphere made more comforting as the storm rages outside.

He utters a quick thank you, giving a grateful nod towards the man who is pouring a glass of ice-cold water for him. He’s younger, maybe in his early thirties. His thick black curls dance on his head, his beard neatly trimmed as his dark green eyes shine in the candlelight. He’s wearing a dark blue apron, flour dusted on the material. The ice clanks lightly in the glass as he fills it, his movements efficient and precise as he places it in front of the detective before stepping away.

“I hope this is okay. If I had known we were having company, I would have asked for your preferences or any allergies.” The man moves swiftly to a cart at the end of the table, picking up a small plate littered with small slices of - what Joel assumes - different types of freshly made butter.

“This is more than okay, and no, no allergies.”

“Well, in that case detective, I’ll leave tomorrows menu in the kitchen in the adjacent room. If you have any requests, there’s a requests pad on the bench in there and I check that every morning. Little miss over here has requested French Toast for breakfast tomorrow, otherwise I normally tend to have free reign with the menu.” The man warmly smiles at the girl, his hand placing warmly upon her shoulder as she happily smiles back up at him. Joel feels a faint twinge of jealousy course through his veins as he watches the two of them, the girl's smile as genuine as the man’s.

Little miss.

When Joel notices the exchange between the man and the girl, he grinds his teeth slightly, trying to stave off the urge to say anything that he would regret in the heat of the moment. He does, however, glare into the man's head as he leans down to whisper in the girl's ear, his mouth moving too close to her ear for Joel's liking. The girl rolls her eyes with a small giggle, pushing him away with a smile, much to Joel's frustration.

Joel huffs, speaking up as he watches the two of them exchange another look. “I didn’t catch your name,” he says in a harsh, terse tone, and while his voice might have reflected a hint of annoyance, no one in their right mind could mistake that the detective was anything but annoyed in the situation.

“Alexander.” He nods back, his back straightening as he does so and his stance becoming more formal and proper. The detective notes the change in tone.

“And where can I find you, Alexander, If I have any questions?” The detective questions him, the man’s name like poison on his tongue.

“Either in the downstairs kitchen or the gardens, sir.”

Joel nods, his hand smoothing over the napkin on the table before him, a slight fidget of annoyance from the exchange. He is attempting to regain his composure, if only to maintain the image of a proper detective and not the jealous and irritated man he had been moments before.

Alexander excuses himself and leaves the room, leaving Joel alone with the girl, who sits across from him. The two of them sit in the silence that follows for a few moments, the air and tension heavy.

“Alex is a wonderful chef,” she says with a cheerful smile, and Joel makes quick note of just how oblivious she is to his soured mood. He forces his expression to soften somewhat as he nods and offers a faint, polite smile in response.

She leans across the table, picking up a slice of bread from the pile that rests on the center of the table, and he follows her example, taking a slice of bread himself. As he feels the soft, fluffy texture of the bread, he pauses for a moment, he hasn’t had bread this fresh in years.

“Where is everyone? The staff? They don’t eat with you?” He asks as she spreads the flavoured butter on her bread.

She shrugs, dunking the slice of bread into her bowl of soup and taking a bite, the soft crunch of the bite sounding delicious and mouth-watering. She smiles as she chews, her lips curling into a faint, happy smile, her eyes closing as she seems to take enjoyment in the flavours of the meal before her. He watches her, his hand lingering just above the plate of delicious and perfectly made butter as he freezes in place, transfixed by the sight of her across the table, his gaze lingering upon her as he tries not to lose himself completely.

He blinks, shakes his head as he slides his knife through a thick, soft portion of the butter and spreads it on his bread, ignoring her completely. He does not wish to get distracted by her, does not wish to allow himself to get caught up in the moment and get lost in watching her.

As he takes his first bite, his eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a curse, sitting back in his chair as he lets out a soft, expletive-laced murmur in amazement. "Fucking hell," he mutters, his gaze glued to the bowl of soup in front of him as his mouth waters from the delicious creamy texture, trying to understand how something could taste so damn good, how he had been missing out on something as amazing as this.

She laughs, across the table and he looks back up at her. “I told you he’s an amazing chef.”

“You eat like this every day?”

She nods, taking a sip of her water.

“Damn, sweetheart.”

He watches as her eyes widen before she relaxes, her reaction all but confirming his suspicion that the simple term of endearment flusters her. He watches her sink into her chair as she puts her cup down, and then picks up her spoon and resumes eating.

Sweetheart.

8:48pm

He spends the night in the study of Dr. Lewis, taking in his surroundings as he moves through the space, taking note of the countless papers and artifacts filling the room. However, upon searching the area, he comes up empty-handed, realising that whatever might have held the clue to her father’s mysterious disappearance was long gone, most likely alongside the individual who broke into the study.

What he does find, he should have put back and not read. The locks on the filing cabinets are broken, so he feels better about not breaking into the files. Although if he thinks about it, he still is.

Her name is at the top of the document he's holding, and he pauses, his curiosity overcoming any reservation he might have held. He glances behind him and sees that the room is empty, that he is alone with no risk of getting caught. With that reassurance, he begins to read, feeling as if he is delving into forbidden knowledge.

He learns her age, a young twenty-two that makes his old forty-four bones ache. He skims past her brief description and head-shot photo, realising quickly what he’s reading is a copy of her own authors blurb he would find at a back of a novel.

She’s an author?

“Your silly little stories” echoes in his head and he grits his teeth in anger, realising the woman was scrutinizing her own books she’s written, and he shakes his head as he puts the paper back and slams the drawer.

10:04pm

The detective grumbles as he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, settling into the armchair in his room. A glass of dark whiskey sits on the small side table before him, and a lit cigarette sits pinched between his fingers. He takes a slow, deep drag of the cigarette, pulling the smoke into his lungs, exhaling slowly through his nostrils as he lets his mind wander, trying to sort out all the conflicting and confusing thoughts that were running through his mind right now.

The window is cracked open, letting fresh air into the room as he exhales smoke into the room, the rain still falling from the night sky in a steady downpour. He takes another drag from his cigarette and settles back in his chair, his mind wandering as he watches the curtains flow in the breeze, raindrops sliding down the windowpane to hit the concrete outside.

His shoulder holster is hung on the back of the desk chair, the gun secured in the bedside table next to the bed. His white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving the forearms exposed as he takes a drag from his cigarette and his gaze drifts back out to the window. His shoes are placed neatly by the door, his knees spread as he sinks into the chair.

The girl. The damn girl, she's all he can think about. She keeps entering his mind every time he tries to focus on the case, the thought of her distracting him from his duties. He knows he's here for a reason, he's aware that he has something he has to do- someone to find. But he can't stop thinking about her, keep getting lost in the thought of her. He's supposed to keep his mind on the job here, but she keeps slipping in, forcing her way into his train of thought, and distracting him from his purpose.

He closes his eyes, doing his best to think about her father instead, the case.

Last seen? Tuesday morning two weeks ago at the breakfast table. Happy, normal self.

Last contacted? Wednesday night, supposedly five miles west of the manor in a small underground cave he’s been working out of. Short tempered, not his normal self.

His study? Ransacked. Did someone break in? Was it one of the staff? Was it Dr. Lewis himself? The girl mentioned she had been in there the day prior, nothing amiss. They would have been loud from the state of the furniture tossed around. How did no one hear it happen?

The housekeeper seemed very opposed to him being here, he’ll have to keep an eye on her. For the case of course, not to make sure she’s treating the girl right. For the case.

The chef, as much as he wants to throw the man out, cooking seems to take up most of his time. Still, he’ll be keeping a very close eye on him. For the case.

She had also mentioned a grounds keeper that also lives in the manor, yet the detective had seen so signs of the woman she had mentioned. He’ll have to track her down tomorrow.

He hears a soft knock on his door and, with a quick glance towards the door, he calls out, "Come in." The door opens slowly as he watches it, his head tilting slightly to the side with curiosity when the door begins to creep open, the dim light from the hallway spilling into the room.

He takes the cigarette still between his lips, extinguishing it in the ashtray on the table beside him, his body tensing as he does so, the small moment of relief he got from inhaling the smoke gone now, replaced with a sense of restlessness.

His hands grip onto the arms of the chair as he watches her enter the room. She’s dressed in a pale blue set of pyjamas with small rabbits, the long pants and button-up shirt making her look quite adorable. Her once braided hair was now loose and untidy, the strands falling against her face and her neck. It takes everything in him to not stand from the chair and throw her on his bed-

"Thought you might like some cookies, they're fresh out of the oven." Her voice is faint, almost shy, and her smile follows suit, causing his eyes to drift downward to the plate of thick chocolate chip cookies she is clutching close to her chest. His gaze moves beyond the cookies to the glass of milk she is holding in one of her hands, his throat growing tight.

“Alexander make them?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“You then?”

She shrugs, a bashful look on her face, as she avoids his gaze and looks around the room as if she's never seen it before.

"Sure, I'll have one sweetheart," he sighs with a slight smile, lifting a hand from the chair and reaching out, motioning her to move closer. He wants her closer, wants her to sit next to him or perhaps even on his lap-

Her closeness is almost intoxicating as he takes a cookie from the plate, taking note of how warm and soft they are, of how the chocolate melts on his fingers. His eyes lock on hers as he takes a bite, his eyebrows furrowing as the sweet mix of chocolate melts on his tongue. A soft, content moan rumbles in his chest as he savours the taste, taking a larger bite from the cookie, he watches as her breath hitches.

“You really make these?” He asks.

She nods softly, her eyes glued to his.

Fuck it.

His hand is slow as it reaches out, as if he is unsure of what he is doing or if he should even do it at all. The fabric of her shirt is smooth on his fingers, soft under the feel of his hand as he places his hand on her hip and gently tugs, feeling her step closer to him and position herself between his spread legs, her shins against the chair. His eyes lock on hers as their bodies are suddenly so close.

“I…” she begins, her voice stuttering as she finds her words hard to come by. She glances down at his hand, which traces her hip slowly and delicately, his fingers lightly pressing into the soft fabric of her shirt.

"Hmm?" he hums in response, his eyes following as his thumb moves the shirt, exposing her delicate, soft skin as the tip of his fingers trail across her hip.

Softsoftsoftsoftsoft.

Her eyes widen as his fingers graze her skin, her body reacting in surprise as his fingers move over her skin. She gasps, quickly taking a step back from him, the unexpected movement sloshing the milk in her glass as she places the plate on the table beside him with the milk, their moment of intimacy cut short before he lowers his hand back to the armrest, watching as she settles herself at a distance.

"I hope you like them," she rushes her words with a faint smile, before she leaves the room, closing the door behind her. The suddenness of her leaving makes his jaw clench, his body tense as he stares at the closed door, the sound of her footsteps as she walks away from him the only sound in the otherwise silent room.

He looks over at the cookies, picking one up and taking another bite.

Sweet, soft, delicate, warm - just like her.

His eyes shift from the glass of milk to the untouched whiskey as he takes in the sudden shift in the air, trying to regain his composure. His hand reaches out for the glass of whiskey, drinking it in one go, the warmth of the alcohol burning down his throat as he lets out a sigh, trying to take his mind off her.

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Notes

so i got this idea after playing Alone in the Dark and getting into a resi evil playthrough. So if you see any similarities or themes, that's why. Also stemed from that joel mod in resi 4 in the chain scene. if you know- you know. (im feral over it) tbh i just needed to write detective joel. also this is just chapter one, it will be a POV switch and there will also be a reader POV

If you want to be tagged, please comment on the masterlist for this series and I will add you. If you want to be taken off, please DM so i don't miss your request.

Every comment, like and reblog means the world to me. please let me know your thoughts about this, i want to ramble about this story so much.

#joel miller #the last of us #joel tlou #joel fanfic #joel x reader #tlou #tlou joel #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #detective!joel #joel x female reader #joel x f!reader

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emlee81 · 18 days

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Joel Miller X Female Reader- Protective

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You, Joel and Ellie are ambushed by several infected and you find out just how protective both Joel and Ellie are of you.

Swearing and violence.

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You feel as though you've walking for hours, your feet feeling heavier with each step you take. Shit. How many days has it been since you agreed to take Ellie out West with your partner, Joel Miller?

Too many. Too many damn days. Why can't this just be over with already?

Ellie steps closer to you, occasionally glancing at your face, a deep thoughtful look etched into her youthful face and you can't help but grin.

"Y/N, you feeling all right?" You chuckle, reaching for Ellie's hand, giving her fingers an affectionate squeeze before releasing.

"Just tired, Ellie. But I appreciate the sentiment."

"How long before we take another break?" Ellie asks, her gaze looking into the vast distance. There's nothing of much interest on the horizon and it makes you wary.

"A while yet." Joel joins you, looking into your eyes briefly before staring straight ahead, his eyes getting that vacant look that they often do.

No one says another word for a good twenty minutes. Suddenly, up ahead, you spot...oh shit.

Infected.

Immediately, Joel slides his gun around, a stone hard look on his face as he aims at the slow figure lumbering towards you.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The infected falls to the ground, as you turn your head away, not wanting to see it anymore. Ellie reaches over, clutching at your arm and it makes you smile.

She's a good kid, who's, unfortunately, been dealt a rough hand in life. Although you weren't terribly pleased at first to be her temporary guardian, you got to know Ellie better and now, you're quite protective of her.

"Seriously?" Ellie says, looking disgusted. "It's starting to really piss me off, constantly running into those..things."

"They aren't "things,"" Joel snaps. "They were people."

"Yeah, people who are now monsters."

Joel opens his mouth, but doesn't get a chance to respond, as you see what he sees. An entire horde of infected, coming directly at you.

"Oh shit!" Ellie cries, her fingers tightening on your bag strap. "What are you we gonna do?"

"Run like hell." You take off at top speed, occasionally turning to fire at the infected chasing you.

Your heart is fluttering wildly in your chest as Ellie struggles to keep pace with you. You grit your teeth and push yourself harder. You'll be damned if any of those infected touch Joel or Ellie.

You spot a building several feet to your left and reach behind you, fumbling for Ellie's hand. She grabs on, clinging, holding on for dear life as you two veer over towards the entrance of the building.

You practically drag Ellie inside, pushing her behind you, still firing at the infected, covering Joel as he races inside, firing his own weapon.

A loud, screeching noise appears from behind you all and Ellie whips around, eyes wide, as two infected come charging at you.

"Oh hell no!" Ellie reaches down, picking up a piece of brick, chucking at the lead infected, dropping them to the ground.

You fire at the second one, who screams in pain, dropping beside the first one.

"We need to move!" Joel shouts, grabbing you by the hand and tugging you along, Ellie clinging to your other hand.

You see a car just over and you let go of Joel's hand, dashing forward to see if it's serviceable. You see some car keys hanging from the ignition and quickly open the driver's side door, leaning in and trying the car.

It starts up almost immediately and you tell Ellie to get into the back seat, shouting for Joel, who's still trying to keep the infected at bay.

Joel hurries over, grasping the car door handle to the passenger side and slides inside.

You're already throwing the car into reverse as three infected appear, screeching and clawing at the car windows, making Ellie screech in terror.

"Hold on!" You quickly manage to maneuver the car forward, running over the infected and driving straight through the side of the building. You draw a shaky breath, glancing in the side view mirror, watching as the building and the rest of the infected grow smaller and smaller.

"Is everyone all right?" Joel asks, first looking back at Ellie, who's shaking a little and then over at you, his gaze lingering for a few seconds.

"Define all right," Ellie mutters, drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees.

"We're fine, Joel," you murmur, reaching out to touch his fingers. Joel nods.

"When are we gonna stop?" Ellie asks.

"In a couple of hours."

"Are you really okay, Y/N?" Ellie bursts out, her voice quivering slightly.

"I'm just fine, baby girl. Are you?"

"I'm okay." You glance at Ellie in the rear view mirror and lock eyes. Hers look a little moist.

"I don't want to lose you," Ellie says softly. "Either of you."

You stop the car at an empty intersection and put it in park, reaching back to touch Ellie's face.

"We're not going anywhere, baby girl. I'm staying right by your side."

Ellie smiles a little and grabs your hand, squeezing. You smile, gently tugging your hand away.

"Looks like you're stuck with us," Joel adds. You chuckle and resume the driving.

"Lucky me," Ellie says but there's no sarcasm in her voice.

"That's right, Ellie," you say. "Lucky you."

#the last of us #life on the edge #scary #zombie #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #fighting for love #protection

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mermaidgirl30 · 4 months

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Working on the second part of Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller. Hoping to have that out by next weekend, but I really need to catch up on my TBR! Anyways, here is a snippet from part 2 😊

You wave goodbye and walk out the door into the chilly breeze of fall. When you unlock your shiny black Nissan Rogue and open the car door, you throw your backpack in the passenger side and plop down into the driver’s seat. You slam the door shut and rest your head on the cold steering wheel, trying to sort your racing thoughts out.

Breathe. It’s only dinner. You can do this. You can fake it. You can pretend that you weren’t just fucked by Joel fucking Miller. Right?

You’ll have to pretend that thick cloud of tension isn’t in the room tonight, but it’s always there. Hanging like a low rain cloud that’s just waiting to spill its rain and thunder all over you while it takes you under and drowns you, suffocates you. That’s what he is. A slow turning thunderstorm that wants to strike you down and light you on fire as he consumes all of you and takes you for himself to destroy in a wave full of passion and pleasure.

You start the car up and just as you’re about to put it in reverse, you hear your phone vibrate in your backpack pocket. You pick it up and find a text from Joel waiting for you to open. You quickly unlock your phone and read the text.

Joel: Guess who got invited to dinner at your place tonight?

You quickly respond with a smile plastered all over your face. So I just heard. Looks like I’ll see you tonight, brown eyes. You put a winking emoji at the end and push send.

#dbf!joel #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #dbf joel miller

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sareideas · 2 years

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Czinger 21C First Ride Review: 3D-Printed Absurdity

As a passenger in a car speeding around a race track, normally I’m looking out through the windshield and scanning the corners ahead, just like the driver. But as I’m being taken on a hot lap in the Czinger 21C around Thermal Club’s South Palm track by IMSA racer Joel Miller, my view ahead is blocked — by the driver’s seat. Unlike nearly every other car in existence, the 21C has a tandem seating…

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randomlyrandoms · 5 years

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Celebrity Deaths 2018

JANUARY Jon Paul Steuer - Jan. 1 (TV Actor) Robert Mann - Jan. 1 (Violinist) Rick Hall - Jan. 2 (Music Producer) Thomas Monson - Jan. 2 (Religous Leader) Bruce Halle - Jan. 4 (Entrepreneur) John Young - Jan. 5 (Astronaut) Jerry Van Dyke - Jan. 5 (TV Show) *Dick Van Dyke's Brother* Donnelly Rhodes - Jan. 8 (TV Actor) Doreen Tracey - Jan. 10 (TV Actor) Eddie Clarke - Jan. 10 (Guitarist) Jessica Falkholt - Jan. 11 (TV Actress) Keith Jackson - Jan. 12 (Sportscaster) Bobby Zarin - Jan. 13 (Reality Star) Dolores O'Riordan - Jan. 15 (Rock Singer) Peter Wyngarde - Jan. 15 (TV Actor) Bradford Dillman - Jan. 16 (Movie Actor) Jo Jo White - Jan. 16 (Basketball Player) Jessica Falkholt - Jan. 17 (TV Actress) Dorothy Malone - Jan. 19 (Movie Actress) Fredo Santana - Jan. 19 (Rapper) Olivia Cole - Jan. 19 (TV Actress) Dorothy Malone - Jan. 19 (Movie Actress) Paul Bocuse - Jan. 20 (Chef) Jim Rodford - Jan. 20 (Musician) Bob Smith - Jan. 20 (Activist) Connie Sawyer - Jan. 21 (TV Actress) Ursula K. Leguin - Jan. 22 (Children's Author) Hugh Masekela - Jan. 23 (Composer) Joel Taylor - Jan. 23 (Meteorologist) Nicanor Parra - Jan. 23 (Poet) Lari White - Jan. 23 (Country Singer) Mark E. Smith - Jan. 24 (Punk Singer) Warren Miller - Jan. 24 (Director) Ingvar Kamprad - Jan. 27 (Entrepreneur) **Mark Salling - Jan. 30 (TV Actor) Louis Zorich - Jan. 30 (TV Actor) Ann Gillis - Jan. 31 (Movie Actress) Rasual Butler - Jan. 31 (Basketball Player) Leah LaBelle - Jan. 31 (Pop Singer)

FEBRUAY Dennis Edwards - Feb. 1 (Rock Singer) John Mahoney - Feb. 4 (TV Actor) Khalif Smith - Feb. 5 (Youtuber Star) Mickey Jones - Feb. 7 (TV Actor) Ebony Reigns - Feb. 8 (Reggae Singer) John Gavin - Feb. 9 (Movie Actor) Reg E. Cathey - Feb. 9 (TV Actor) Jóhann Jóhannsson - Feb. 9 (Composer) Vic Damone - Feb. 11 (Pop Singer) Jan Maxwell - Feb. 11 (TV Actress) Daryle Singletary - Feb. 12 (Country Singer) Marty Allen - Feb. 12 (Comedian) Morgan Tsvangirai - Feb. 14 (Politician) Billy Graham - Feb. 21 (Religious Leader) Emma Chambers - Feb. 21 (TV Actress) Nanette Fabray - Feb. 22 (TV Actress) Ensa Cosby - Feb. 23 (Family Member) *Bill Cosby's Daugher* Bud Luckey - Feb. 24 (Cartoonist) Sridevi Kapoor - Feb. 24 (Movie Actress) Rogelio Guerra - Feb. 28 (Soap Opera Actor)

MARCH David Ogden Stiers- March 3 (TV Actor) Roger Bannister - March 3 (Runner) Hubert de Givenchy - March 10 (Fashion Designer) Ken Dodd - March 11 (Comedian) Craig Mack - March 12 (Rapper) Nokie Edwards - March 12 (Guitarist) Stephen Hawking - March 14 (Physicist) Jim Bowen - March 14 (Game Show Host) Ed Charles - March 15 (Baseball Player) Tom Benson - March 15 (Entrepreneur) Tripp Halstead -March 15 (Blogger) Dushon Monique Brown - March 13 (TV Actress) Mike MacDonald - March 17 (Comedian) Charles Lazarus - March 22 (Entrepreneur) Fergus Anckorn - March 22 (War Hero) Morgana King - March 22 - (Movie Actress) Dushon Monique Brown - March 23 (TV Actress) Stéphane Audran - March 27 (Movie Actress) Rusty Staub - March 29 (Baseball Player) Bill Maynard - March 30 (Comedian)

APRIL Steven Bochco - April 1 (TV Producer) Winnie Madikizela-Mandela - April 2 (Politician) Susan Anspach - April 2 (Movie Actress) Ray Wilkins - April 4 (Soccer Coach) Eric Bristow - April 5 (Darts Player) Tim O'Connor - April 5 (TV Actor) Cecil Taylor - April 5 (Pianist) Jonathan Pitre - April 6 (Activist) Chuck McCann - April 8 (TV Actor) Art Bell - April 13 (Radio Host) R. Lee Ermey - April 15 (TV Actor) Pamela Gidley - April 16 (Movie Actress) Hal Greer - April 16 (Basketball Player) Harry Anderson - April 16 (TV Actor) Barbara Bush - April 17 (Political Wife) Dale Winton - April 18 (TV Show Host) Avicii - April 20 (DJ) **Verne Troyer - April 21 (Movie Actor) Bob Dorough - April 23 (Jazz Singer) Johnny Bennett - April 25 (TV Show Host) Kristin Nelson - April 27 (TV Actress) Judith Leiber - April 28 (Fashion Designer) Lil Lonnie - April 29 (Rapper) Robert Mandan - April 29 (Soap Opera Actor)

MAY Scott Hutchison - May 10 (Guitarist) Hubert de Givenchy - May 10 (Fashion Designer) Margot Kidder - May 13 (Movie Actress) Doug Ford - May 14 (Golfer) Tom Wolfe - May 14 (Journalist) Hugh Dane - May 16 (TV Actor) Joseph Campanella - May 16 (TV Actor) Young King Dave - May 17 (Instagram Star) Stephanie Adams - May 18 (Model) Robert Indiana - May 19 (Pop Artist) Clint Walker - May 21 (Movie Actor) Nara Almeida - Nay 21 (Fashion Designer) Allyn Ann McLerie - May 21 (Dancer) Philip Roth - May 22 (Novelist) Elizabeth Sung - May 22 (TV Actress) John Bain - May 24 (Youtube Star) Blake Painter - May 24 (Reality Star) Jerry Maren - May 24 (Movie Actor) Blake Painter - May 25 (Reality Star) Cornelia Frances - May 28 (TV Actress)

JUNE Sophia Gall - June 1 (Instagram Star) Georgann Johnson - June 4 (TV Actress) Dwight Clark - June 4 (Football Player) **Kate Spade - June 5 (Fashion Designer) Alan O'Neill - June 6 (TV Actor) Peter Stringfellow - June 7 (Entrepreneur) Anthony Bourdain - June 8 (Chef) Jackson Odell - June 8 (Movie Actor) Eunice Gayson - June 8 (Movie Actress) Neal Boyd - June 10 (Opera Singer) D.J. Fontana - June 13 (Drummer) Matt Murphy - June 15 (Guitarist) Leslie Grantham - June 15 (Soap Opera Actor) Xxxtentacion - June 18 (Rapper) Big Van Vader - June 18 (Wrestler) Sophie Gradon - June 20 (Reality Star) Charles Krauthammer - June 21 (Journalist) Vinnie Paul - June 22 (Drummer) The Random Toon Show - June 24 (Youtube Star) Richard Harrison - June 25 (Reality Star) Harlan Ellison - June 27 (Novelist) Steve Soto - June 27 (Musician) **Joe Jackson - June 27 (Talent Manager) *Michael Jackson's Father* Emily Hayward - June 28 (Youtube Star) Derrick O'Connor - June 29 (Theatre Actor) Steve Ditko - June 29 (Cartoonist) Smoke Dawg - June 30 (Rapper)

JULY Alan Longmuir - July 2 (Bassist) Richard Swift - July 3 (Music Producer) Ed Schultz - July 5 (Radio Host) Claude Lanzmann - July 5 (Director) Alan Longmuir - July 7 (Bassist) Tab Hunter - July 8 (Movie Actor) Jorge Valenzuela - July 8 (World Music Singer) Annabelle Neilson - July 12 (Reality Star) Roger Perry - July 12 (TV Actor) Ray Emery - July 15 (Hockey Player) Jon Schnepp - July 19 (Director) Elmarie Wendel - July 21 (TV Actress) Oliver Dragojevic - July 28 (Rock Singer) Arielis Paulino - July 29 (TikTok Star) Nikolai Volkoff - July 29 (Wrestler)

AUGUST Rick Genest - August 1 (Tattoo Artist) C. Struggs - August 3 (Rapper) *Charlotte Rae - August 5 (TV Actress) Barry Chuckle - August 5 (Comedian) Stan Mikita - August 7 (Hockey Player) Jill Janus - August 14 (Metal Singer) **Aretha Franklin - August 16 (Soul Singer) Atal Bihari Vajpayee - August 16 (Politician) Kofi Annan - August 18 (Politician) Craig Zadan - August 20 (Film Producer) **Stefan Karl Stefansson - August 21 (TV Actor) Barbara Harris - August 21 (Movie Actress) Ed King - August 22 (Rock Singer) Robin Leach - August 24 (TV Show Host) John McCain - August 25 (Politician) Neil Simon - August 26 (Playwright) Vanessa Marquez - August 30 (TV Actress)

SEPTEMBER Bill Daily - Sept. 4 (TV Actor) Burt Reynolds - Sept. 6 (Movie Actor) **Mac Miller - Sept. 7 (Rapper) Kim Porter - Sept. 11 (Movie Actress) Rachid Taha - Sept. 12 (Rock Singer) Marin Mazzie - Sept. 13 (Stage Actress) Denis Norden - Sept. 19 (Radio Host) Al Matthews - Sept. 22 (Movie Actor) Chas Hodges - Sept. 22 (Rock Singer) Gary Kurtz - Sept. 23 (Film Producer) PeeWeeToms - Sept. 28 (Youtube Star) Kim Larsen - Sept. 30 (Rock Singer)

OCTOBER Charles Aznavour - Oct. 1 (Pop Singer) Geoff Emerick - Oct. 2 (Sound Desinger) Will Vinton - Oct. 4 (Film Producer) Audrey Wells - Oct. 4 (Screen Writer) Hamiet Bluiett - Oct. 4 (Saxophonist) **Scott Wilson - Oct. 6 (Movie Actor) Peggy McCay - Oct. 7 (Soap Opera Actress) Paul Allen - Oct. 15 (Entrepreneur) Dennis Hof - Oct. 16 (Entrepreneur) Oli Herbert - Oct. 17 (Guitarist) James Karen - Oct. 23 (Movie Actor) Ntozake Shange - Oct. 27 (Poet) James Karen - Oct. 28 (Movie Actor) Jin Yong - Oct. 30 (Novelist) Willie McCovey - Oct. 31 (Baseball Player)

NOVEMBER Roy Hargrove - Nov. 2 (Trumpet Player) Sondra Locke - Nov. 3 (Movie Actress) **Stan Lee - Nov. 12 (Comic Book Author) David Pearson - Nov. 12 (Race Car Driver) Katherine MacGregor - Nov. 13 (TV Actress) Kim Porter - Nov. 15 (Model) Roy Clark - Nov. 15 (TV Show Host) Devin Lima - Nov. 21 (Pop Singer) Nicolas Roeg - Nov. 23 (Director) Ricky Jay - Nov. 24 (TV Actor) Stephen Hillenburg - Nov. 26 (Director) Bernardo Bertolucci - Nov. 26 (Director) *George H.W. Bush - Nov. 30 (US President)

DECEMBER Ken Berry - Dec. 1 (TV Actor) Geoff Murphy - Dec. 3 (Director) Philip Bosco - Dec. 3 (Stage Actor) Pete Shelley - Dec. 6 (Punk Singer) Nancy Wilson - Dec. 13 (Jazz Singer) **Penny Marshall - Dec. 17 (Director) Donald Moffat - Dec. 20 (Movie Actor)

#CelebrityDeaths2018 #FamousPeopleWeLostIn2018

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carworld100 · 3 years

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Czinger claims 21C prototype already laps Laguna Seca 2s faster than a McLaren Senna

Czinger is deep in development of its 21C but the hybrid hypercar already looks to be outpacing the competition. Czinger in July took a 21C prototype out to Laguna Seca Raceway and clocked a claimed fastest lap of 1:25.44, with racing driver Joel Miller behind the wheel. The company relied on multiple GPS locators to verify the time. To put that figure into perspective, the fastest production car…

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#21C #claims #Czinger #Faster #Laguna #laps #McLaren #Prototype #Seca #Senna

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the-record-obituaries · 6 years

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May 16,2018: Obituaries

Ruth Graham, 92

Mrs. Ruth Long Graham, age 92 of Wilkesboro, passed away Thursday, May 10, 2018 at State Employees Credit Union Hospice Home in Yadkinville.

Mrs. Graham was born in Asheville on September 8, 1925 to Clyde S and Allie V. Long.

She graduated Candler High School and Grady Memorial Hospital School of Nursing in Atlanta. She started her nursing career at Aston Parks Hospital in Asheville.

She married James Graham of Inman, SC. In 1954 she moved to Wilkes where Mr. Graham was a teacher at Millers Creek High School. She was employed at Wilkes Regional Hospital for 41 years and retired as the Director of Nursing. She was very instrumental in establishing the Chapel at the hospital. She was also recognized and honored by the Hospital Auxiliary for her work and service to the people of Wilkes County. She was active in the North Carolina Nurses Association where she was a lifetime member as well as the American Nurses Association. She was a member of Home Health Board, First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro where she served as a Deacon, Assistant Clerk, and served on the Library Committee, Homebound Committee and Benevolence Committee.

Funeral services were held May 15, at First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro with Dr. Bert Young and Dr. Nelson Granade officiating. Burial was in Mountlawn Memorial Park.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband; James Graham, three sisters; Dorothy Clontz, Mary Long, Betty Thornburg and two brothers; Wesley Long and Clyde Long and longtime friend; Dr. William L. Bundy.

She is survived by a son; Jimmy Graham and wife Diane of Huntersville and several nieces and nephews.

A special thanks to Carolyn Garcia, loving friend and caregiver.

Memorials may be made to Fred C. Hubbard Scholarship Fund - Wilkes Community College, 1328 S. Collegiate Drive, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Ruby Tingler, 83

Ruby Scott Tingler, age 83, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, May 9, 2018 at her home. She was born May 12, 1934 in Pike County, Kentucky to Wade and Betty Keen Scott. She attended Wayside Baptist Church in Taylorsville. Mrs. Tingler was preceded in death by her parents; her husband of 41 years, Ronnalee "Ronnie" Tingler; son, Leslie Scott Hamilton; and sister, Shirley Chavez.

Surviving are her daughters, Linda Fair and Court Taylor of Baltimore, Maryland, Penny Matthews and husband Kevin of Ocean City, Maryland, Debra Hicks and husband Randy of White Wood, Virginia; grandchildren, Jennifer Gobble and husband Robert, Amanda Gietka and husband Brian, Nathan Hicks and Benjamin Hicks; great grandchildren, Chloe Gietka, Mia Gietka, Jackson Gobble; brother, Earl Scott of Vansant, Virginia; and sisters, Loretta Stanley of North Wilkesboro, Bea St. Clair and husband Leon of Grundy, Virginia.

Funeral service was held May 11, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Sammy Kiser officiating. Entombment followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park Mausoleum. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Wake Forest Baptist Health Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements

Pallbearers will be Leon St. Clair, Steve Stanley, Larry Starnes, Randy Scott, Joel Dobson and Mike Scott.

Reba" Hartzog, 87

Mrs. Reba Elizabeth "Lib" Hartzog, age 87, passed away at her home on Green Acres Mill Road, Millers Creek, NC on Wednesday, May 9, 2018 after a lengthy illness. She was born to Grover Cleveland and Mary Ellen "Molly" Norris on April 27, 1931 and grew up in the Fleetwood Community of Ashe County in a close-knit loving family of ten siblings.

Lib was an immaculate housekeeper, a great cook, an avid gardener and she took great pride in her home and meticulously landscaped yard. She had that infectious "Norris" personality that never meets a stranger and her quick-wit always left a smile on your face. She will be greatly missed by her family and her neighbors in Green Acres. Lib was a member of Liberty Grove Baptist Church in Ashe County.

Funeral services were held May 12, at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. John Elledge officiating. Entombment will be in Mt. Lawn Memorial Park Mausoleum

Lib was preceded in death by her husband, William Thomas "Bill" Hartzog, a daughter, Sherry Lynn Hartzog, a niece, Mary Beth Ross, and seven siblings, Howard Norris, G.C. Norris, Jr. (Jack), Allie Norris, Bruce Norris, James Norris (Jim), Lucy Waugh, Ruby Wagoner and Ruth Crumpler.

She is survived by two siblings, Paul Norris of Lansing, NC and Helen Ross of Elizabethton, TN. One niece, Debbie Shepherd of Millers Creek and seven nephews, Dannie Norris of Wilkesboro, Marty Norris of Lansing, Ronnie Norris of Todd, David and Jackie Norris of Boone, Bill Norris of Hickory and Mark Ross of Jefferson City, TN, many great nieces and nephews, great-great nieces and nephews are left to honor her memory, along with her best friend and caregiver, Judy Horton.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Liberty Grove Baptist Church 3289 Liberty Grove Church Road, Fleetwood, NC 28626

Lucy Sheets, 84

Mrs. Lucy Jane Pierce Jones Sheets, 84, of Wilkesboro, passed away on Tuesday, May 8, 2018.

Lucy was born on Saturday, May 27, 1933 in Alleghany County to the late Robert Alexandria Pierce and Stella Elizabeth Crouse Pierce.

Lucy is preceded in death by her parents; husbands, Monty Jones and Odell Sheet; brothers, Bobby Dean Pierce, Jack Pierce; sister, Susie Woodel; daughter in law Darlene Jones and grandson Andy Wilcox.

Those left to cherish Lucy's memory are sons, Tommy Jones of North Wilkesboro, Ray Jones of Boomer, Kyle Jones ( Shirley) of Traphill, Donnie Jones of North Wilkesboro; daughters, Susan Jones of North Wilkesboro, Carolyn Poteat ( Ernest) of Ronda, Ann Call of Wilkesboro; sister, Grace Williams of Sparta; brothers, Dale Pierce (Brenda) of Roaring River, Curley James Pierce (Sarah) of North Wilkesboro, John Robert Pierce of Traphill; 20 grandchildren, 46 great grandchildren; and 7 great great grandchildren.

The funeral service was held on May 12, at the Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes chapel in Moravian Falls with Pastor Eddie Lyles officiating.

Burial followed the funeral at The Jones Family Cemetery.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Jones Family.

Ray Reins, Sr., 81

Ray Clinton "Shane" Reins, Sr., age 81, of Wilkesboro, passed away Monday, May 7, 2018 at NC State Veterans Home in Black Mountain. He was born January 12, 1937 in Wilkes County to Jessie Vance and Vera Adams Reins. Mr. Reins was a US Army Veteran. Mr. Reins was active in classic cars and stock car racing; and was one of the founders of Baby Grand Racing. He was preceded in death by his parents; his wife, Lelia "Julene" Reeves Reins; brother, James Reins; and sister, Annie Craven.

Surviving are his children, Shane Allen Reins of Wilkesboro, Lisa Reins Stone of Clemmons, Clinton Reins and wife Angela of Wilkesboro, Jennie Reins of Massachusetts; brother, J.V. Reins and wife Ina of Wilkesboro; sisters, Mary Church and husband Bob, Emma Byrd all of Wilkesboro, Joyce Phillips and husband Darrell of Hickory; grandchildren, Magan Stone, Shaina Reins, Matthew Reins, Camille Stanton, Rowen Stanton, Jordan Reins, Brooklyn Reins, Hailey Walker and Hannah Walker; great grandchild, Knox Johnson and many nieces and nephews.

Funeral service was held May 10, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Rev. Victor Church and Rev. Robert Duncan officiating. Entombment with military honors by Veterans of Foreign Wars Honor Guard Post 1142 followed in Scenic Memorial Gardens Mausoleum. . Memorials may be made to Catherine H. Barber Memorial Homeless Shelter, 86 Sparta Road, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or the donor's choice. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements

Dwight Triplett, 88

Mr. Dwight Elton Triplett, age 83 of Wilkesboro passed away Sunday, May 6, 2018 at Kate B. Reynolds Hospice Home in Winston-Salem.

Funeral services were held May 9, at Mt. Zion Baptist Church in Ferguson with Pastor Michael Johnson and Rev. Sherrill Wellborn officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.

Mr. Triplett was born October 6, 1934 in Wilkes County to Ira Wilbur and Flossie Barnette Triplett. He was a member of Mt. Zion Baptist Church and served in the United States Army.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a sister; Jewel Eller and a brother; Dale Triplett.

He is survived by his wife; Linda Rea Shepherd Triplett of the home and daughter; Sara Hole and husband Anthony of Clemmons and grandson; Nicholas Hole.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Mt. Zion Baptist Church Building Fund, PO Box 7, Ferguson, NC 28624 or American Kidney Foundation, 6110 Executive Blvd., Suite 1010, Rockville, MD 20852.

James Holloway

Mr. James Vestal Holloway better known as J Bug passed away Sunday, May 6, 2018, at Forsyth Medical Center.

Graveside services were held May 11, at Christian Home Baptist Church with Rev. Greg Hall officiating. .

Mr. Holloway was born April 13, 1953 in Wilkes County to Vestal Tyre and Pearl Marie Bouchelle Holloway. He was a truck driver for Kewaunee Scientific and a member of Christian Home Baptist Church.

He was preceded in death by his parents.

Mr. Holloway is survived by his wife; Cindy Reep Holloway of the home, two sons; Jamie Holloway and wife Melissa of Hays, Matthew Dowell of Charlotte, two grandchildren; Bryson and Brylee, two sisters; Judy Adams of Millers Creek and Emma Tedder of Mocksville, two nephews; David Adams and wife Lisa and Derek Cornett and wife Tonia, two great nephews; Parker Adams and Carter Cornett and his faithful companion, his buddy Woody.

Sylvia Cranor, 79

Sylvia Lou Segraves Cranor, 79 of North Wilkesboro, wife of Hugh A. Cranor, III died May 6, 2018 at her home.

Funeral service was held May 9, at First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro with Dr. Bert Young officiating. The service concluded at the Davis Memorial Baptist Church Cemetery.

Mrs. Cranor was born in Wilkes County to Archie Gilbert Segraves and Chloe Church Segraves. She graduated form Wilkes Central High School, then attended Draughn's Business College in Winston-Salem and later graduated from Clevenger Business College in Wilkesboro.

Mrs. Cranor retired from Wilkes Paint and Glass Company, where she worked as office manager for over 37 years.

Mrs. Cranor was a long-time member of First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro and a member of the Euzelean Sunday School Class and the Sloan Circle. She was active in many areas of her church and volunteered for several different ministries.

After retiring, Mrs. Cranor took a training course at Hospice and became a Hospice volunteer for several years. She also volunteered at the Wilkes Ministry of H.O.P.E. where she interviewed clients who came for help. She loved this ministry a lot.

Mrs. Cranor was also a volunteer for the Samaritan Kitchen of Wilkes where she enjoyed driving and delivering meals to clients.

In 2006, Mrs. Cranor received the Governor's Award for Outstanding Service in North Carolina.

She was a long-time member of the Victorian Belles Group and so enjoyed their monthly outings.

Mrs. Cranor was preceded in death by her parents. Surviving are her husband of nearly 60 years, Hugh A. Cranor, III and a daughter, Virginia "Ginger" Chloe Edmiston and her fiance', Bobby Johnson. She is also survived by a very special cousin, Melody Hoyle and husband, Ernie as well as her precious dog, Baby of 15 years.

Pallbearers were be Dwayne Billings, Tim Billings, David Billings, Ronnie Billings, Noial Handy and Rev. John Triplett.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro, PO Box 458, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Wayne Earl Barnes, age 64

Wayne Earl Barnes, age 64, of Millers Creek, passed away Friday, May 4, 2018 at Iredell Memorial Hospital in Statesville after a lengthy battle with Muscular Dystrophy. He was born August 6, 1953 in Heidelberg, Germany where his late father, SFC (ret) Ray Von Barnes and family was serving in the United States Army. He was a graduate of Methodist University, received his B.A. degree in Fayetteville, N.C. He was reared in a military family through High School and experienced many different communities. Mr. Barnes was preceded in death by his parents; Ray Von and Rosa Ann Barnes; and his only sister, Sheila Barnes Balboa.

After college Wayne moved to the Elkin/Wilkesboro area and involved himself in the Educational School System. He also served as a bus driver for 20 years at C.B. Eller, Ronda-Clingman Elementary Schools, East Wilkes High School, and East Wilkes Middle School. He was acknowledged for his service to Education via honors and awards including served on the NCAE Board of Directors, Support Person of the Year, NCAE President of the local chapter, as well as a member of the board of directors of the Educational Support Professionals Association NC-ESPA. He was involved in the Angel Food Ministry Program in Elkin for Five years. Mr. Barnes served on the board for ECHO (Homeless Shelter). He helped in getting Grace Clinic started in Elkin. In 1995 he traveled with the Western UMC Conference to La Paz Bolivia on a mission trip to distribute medical supplies. Surviving are his wife, Claudene Johnston Barnes; five nieces; five nephews; four great nephews; five great nieces; two sisters in law and their spouses; one brother-in-law and spouse; father-in law; and his best buddy, Patch.

Graveside service will be held 1:15 p.m. Wednesday, May 16, 2018 at Mountlawn Memorial Park Cemetery with Dr. Will G. Barnes, Chaplain, Colonel, United States Army officiating. The family will receive friends at Miller Funeral Service from 12:00 until 1:00 on Wednesday, prior to the service. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

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2017 Muscle Car & Corvette Nationals Was Truly the Greatest Muscle Car Show on Earth

On May 21, 2017, the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus, the self-proclaimed “Greatest Show on Earth,” ended its 146-year run, citing diminishing crowds and higher costs. Car guys know better. The Greatest Show on Earth just could not compete with MCACN.

The Muscle Car and Corvette Nationals again provided muscle car enthusiasts with a year’s supply of excitement. Bob Ashton, along with the entire MCACN team, continued to astound attendees with new reasons to love the American muscle car.

More than any year prior, it seemed that everyone in the building came armed with their own favorite muscle car stories and experiences. Ashton has consistently made the point that MCACN is ultimately not about the cars, but about the people. We agree but would go a step further to say the whole muscle car hobby is best understood as about people who crave and create stories of automotive adventures that include rescue, research, and restoration.

Aston and company typically cap the MCACN entry list at around 500 cars, yet this year there seemed to be more to experience than in years past. Camaro and Firebird fans feasted on the 50th Anniversary F-Body Invitational, the 1967 Z/28 Invitational, and the Formula Firebird Showcase. The Shaker E-Body Invitational featured some of the finest Mopars in existence. The Kars of Kar Kraft display was a rollout of some of the coolest Fords ever built, including the only surviving 1970 Mercury Cyclone Spoiler II powered by the legendary Boss 429 engine. For those who love to dream, the Barn Finds & Hidden Gems section was possibly the best ever; and if you want to talk about stories, this year’s field of unrestored cars entered for Vintage Certification could speak volumes.

We’ll bring you a story on the Barn Finds & Hidden Gems and Vintage Certification displays soon. Here we present an overview of the entire MCACN 2017 experience, including capsule write-ups of three cars that most piqued the interest of the MCR staff in attendance. (A fourth car is profiled in Diego Rosenberg’s Bottom End column.)

MCACN should be on any muscle car lover’s must-see list. It’s not too early to be thinking about attending the next one, as we are sure Ashton and his crew are going to pull out all the stops to make the 10th annual MCACN even more memorable than what we have seen so far. The next MCACN takes place November 17-18, 2018, at the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center in Rosemont, Illinois (next door to O’Hare Airport). Learn more at mcacn.com.

MCACN was highlighted this year by a celebration of the 50th anniversary of General Motors’ F-Body cars. Seeing the 1967 Grumpy’s Toy Camaro, currently owned by Dana Mecum, parked next to the 1968 Penske/Donohue Z/28 Sunoco Trans-Am race car was one of those stop-you-in-your-tracks displays that MCACN is known for.

Another show highlight was the Ford Performance Drag Team display, which featured the Georgia Shaker Mustang formerly driven by Hubert Platt and currently owned by Ford restoration expert Bob Perkins.

Official unveilings of newly restored muscle cars adds another layer of excitement to MCACN. Here the wraps are pulled off the original Hard Times 1968 Ram Air I Firebird 400, now owned by Mark Weymouth. The original owner and driver, NHRA Hall of Fame member Truman D. Fields, was at MCACN for the unveiling. The Firebird was meticulously restored to 1973 race season specs by Marquette Classics in Iona, Michigan.

Among the awards handed out at MCACN were Celebrity Picks, favorite cars as chosen by VIPs and other esteemed members of the muscle car community. Bob Ashton let our Muscle Car Review staff act like celebrities and pick cars, too. Arvid’s was this immaculate Marina Blue 1967 Chevelle SS396, powered by its born-with 350hp engine, Muncie M21 close-ratio four-speed, and 3.73 12-bolt Posi rear. On December 8, 1966, Lynn Bower purchased the Chevelle from McEleney Motors in Clinton, Iowa. Bower still owns it today and was present at MCACN to tell the story and give special thanks to Jim Miller and Dennis Sweetwood for the car’s amazing restoration.

Ken Moser is always on hand with one of his latest restorations. This year’s gem from his shop, the Finer Details in Danville, Indiana, was this EV2 TorRed (same as Dodge Hemi Orange) 1971 ’Cuda 440-6 convertible. The ’Cuda, one of 12 like it built, was ordered new by Donald Macormic, who still owns it today. Options include color-keyed grille, rubber bumpers, six-way seat, performance axle package, disc brakes, undercoating, road lamps, Rallye dash, and road lights.

The Class of 1972 Showcase included this 1972 Silver Mist Buick GS 455 Stage 1 car, which previous owner Tom Rix campaigned in NHRA and IHRA Super Stock drag racing. The car has most of its original paint and has been converted to street car status by Dan Vasic. Current owner John Capozzoli retained the competition number and class designation from its drag racing days.

“Have you ever seen fender skirts on a muscle car?” is how Charley Lillard introduced us to his massive Bonneville hardtop, which likely needed every inch of its Tri-power 421 H.O. motor to move the 18 1/2-foot beast. Originally ordered by a bookseller who wanted a work/family car he could also drag race, the four-speed Bonnie came with a long list of options, including transistorized ignition, a remote-opening trunk lid, and an underhood utility lamp.

The Shaker E-Body Invitational included this one-of-one Citron Yella four-speed Hemi Challenger R/T built in 1971. The car is owned by Kevin Kuypers, who brought it down from Canada. Fortunately, the car is equipped with the Dictaphone option for capturing random musings while cruising the boulevard.

Having worked with Mark Sekula and his team at Magnum Restoration in LaSalle, Illinois, we have seen this Sherwood Green 1971 Sport Fury GT go through an extensive restoration. Owner Dave Arent had every reason to be ecstatic as he pulled the wraps off this factory power sunroof C-Body. Special features include a 440 Magnum engine, a 727 TorqueFlite automatic transmission, bucket seats with console, and a 3.23-ratio 8 3/4 differential.

Seen here during Thursday’s setup day is our Nov. 2017 issue’s cover “come to life.” The MCR 1967 Showcase featured Terry Weiner’s GTO, Colin Comer’s Shelby G.T. 500, Bill Wente’s SS396 Chevelle, and Joel Nystrom’s Hemi GTX convertible. Having each owner and members of their family with their cars helped make the weekend a great experience. We even had Chevelle legend Chuck Hansen handing out copies of the magazine to crowds.

Evidence that Ford was ready to push the envelope in NASCAR’s aero wars was on display in the Kars of Kar Kraft exhibit at MCACN. Steve Honnell brought two stillborn FoMoCo aero warriors: the 1970 Mercury Cyclone Spoiler II (the orange car) and Ford Torino King Cobra (the yellow one). Readers with long memories will recall we featured the Super Cobra Jet–powered King Cobra back in the Aug. 2011 issue (“The End”) and the Mercury back in 2006 (“Cyclone Spoiler II”). Both are ultrarare; Ford built just three King Cobras, Mercury two of the Cyclones, though some people dispute that any of the long-nose Mercs got past the clay model stage. Honnell knows different.

Jeff and Joanna Stolowski had Magnum Auto Restoration flawlessly restore this 1971 Oldsmobile 4-4-2 W30 to showroom new. Unique options include air conditioning, an AM/FM radio with eight-track player, and the trailer tow package. Power windows, locks, trunk release, driver’s seat, steering, and brakes rounded out a very luxurious muscle car. Jeff did a great job giving proper tribute to the original owners, Keith and Kathy Maddasion. Kathy, who used to drag race the car, sat behind the wheel as a tribute to her previous racing history with the 4-4-2.

North Cicero Dodge in Chicago, Illinois, is where this 1963 Dodge 330 Max Wedge factory lightweight was purchased. The Dodge was built with aluminum front fenders and hood, and the legendary Max Wedge 13.5:1, 426ci, 425hp engine. Rich Guminski has owned the car for almost 30 years. John Balow at Muscle Car Restorations in Wisconsin completed the restoration about seven years ago. Tony Peterson also played a huge part in getting the car to its current state.

In 1973, Pontiac made 10 four-speed and 33 automatic Super Duty 455 Formula Firebirds. Instead of the familiar Formula twin-snorkel hood, the 1973 Super Duty 455 Formulas received a Trans Am shaker hood. Rick Mahoney’s Florentine Red Super Duty 455 Formula, one of the four-speed cars, has just 16,000 miles on the odometer, retains all of its original metal (resprayed by Scott Tiemann), and still has the drivetrain it was born with.

MASCAR Classics unveiled this 1973 Pontiac Trans Am equipped with the Super Duty 455 engine. Scott Tedro had the MASCAR team take a very nice, unrestored, 10,000-original-mile car and perform a complete nut-and-bolt restoration.

The eBay find of the show was this 1969 R-code Mustang equipped with the 428ci Cobra Jet engine with shaker hood. The Mustang was truly found on eBay and purchased somewhat sight-unseen. The 1-of-25 R-code convertible turned out to be a great restoration candidate, with all the critical factory stampings still intact. The crew at MASCAR performed its magic on the car. In owner Scott Tedro’s words, “It’s a keeper.”

Lou Henderson is the second owner of this Sassy Grass Green 1970 AAR ’Cuda. The car, restored by Joe Mossbichler, has only 18,000 original miles. The 340 Six-Barrel engine, rebuilt by Opel Engineering, is backed by a four-speed transmission and a 3.55 Sure Grip 8 3/4 rear. Options include the Rallye instrument cluster group, black vinyl roof, and fast-ratio power steering.

Kevin Suydam owns this extremely rare and clean 1968 Yenko Camaro (YS8023). Super Car Workshop unveiled the Ermine White with red standard interior beauty, the only 1968 Yenko Camaro built in that color combination. It was sold new at Hood Chevrolet in Liberal, Kansas, and is the one and only Yenko Camaro specifically ordered for drag racing. The drivetrain consists of the 427/450hp engine, M21 four-speed Muncie transmission, and 4.10 12-bolt Posi rear. Super Car Workshop owner Brian Henderson and Suydam were both on hand for the special MCACN reveal.

MCACN brings together some of the greatest muscle car enthusiasts in the country, and this Super Bee story is proof. This 1969 1/2 Dodge A12 440 Six-Pack Super Bee was in the MCACN Barn Finds section in 2014. Owners Dave and Kelly Molnar had the car restored and brought it back to MCACN this year. Excitement and audience approval were overwhelming, allowing many muscle car enthusiasts to celebrate with the Molnars as their muscle car vision successfully became reality.

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Entry Lists Released for U.S. Short Track Nationals at Bristol

The expected entry lists for Bristol Motor Speedway’s U.S. Short Track Nationals have been released. To no one’s surprise the lists are massive, with over 500 drivers ready to attack the historic facility May 19-21.

The divisions involved are Super Late Models (co-sanctioned by CRA, CARS, and the Southern Super Series), Pro Late Models (sanctioned by CRA), Late Model Stocks (sanctioned by CARS), Modifieds (sanctioned by the National Short Track Racing Alliance), Street Stocks (sanctioned by CRA), and Sport Compacts (sanctioned by Vores Cup)

Just a few weeks ago Bristol requested the participating sanctioning bodies limit each division to a certain number of entrants. The maximum number set by the Speedway are: 80 Super Late Models, 80 Pro/Crate Late Models, 60 Late Model Stocks, 80 Modifieds, 110 Street Stocks, and 110 Compacts. The numbers have been exceeded in all but two divisions.

Bristol is now asking those who may not compete to contact their corresponding sanctioning bodies.

For more information visit www.bristolmotorspeedway.com

U.S. Short Track Nationals Entries as of 3/27/17

Super Late Models (CRA/CARS/Southern Super Series # DRIVER CITY ST 1 C Keith Cahela Boaz AL 1 J Cody Coughlin Delaware OH 1 S Derek Scott Franklin TX 1 Jake Crum Taylorsville NC 2 J Kyle Jones Germantown OH 2 L Robby Lyons Seminole FL 2 N Trevor Noles Fuquay-Varina NC 2 W Donnie Wilson Oklahoma City OK 4 A Dalton Armstrong Alexandria IN 4 M Rob Maynor Hartland WI 4 N TBA 4 P Kyle Plott Mareitta GA 4 R Cory Roper Baytown TX 4 X Ben Rowe Turner ME 5 B John Beale Verona WI 5 D Nathan Davis Dora AL 5 S Will Sahutske Northville MI 6 R Logan Runyon Cambridge OH 6 S Brandon Setzer Newton NC 7 C Tyler Church Concord NC 7 D Erik Darnell Huntersville NC 7 E Doug Elliott New Smyrna FL 7 G Weston Griffith Jr Crown Point IN 8 F Tate Fogleman Durham NC 8 N John Hunter Nemechek Mooresville NC 9 C Jeff Choquette Orange Park FL 9 T Jason Timmerman Hicksville OH 12 Harrison Burton Huntersville NC 14 D Chris Davidson Pearland TX 14 G Cale Gale Athens GA 14 O Connor Okrzesik Grand Bay AL 15 H Roy Hayes Concord NC 15 M Joey Miller Lakeville MN 16 Lucas Jones Mooresville NC 17 B Josh Brock Corbin KY 17 M Eddie McDonald Rowley MA 23 S Thomas Skiles Indianapolis IN 23 V Eddie VanMeter Indianapolis IN 26 B Bill Burba Germantown OH 26 P Bubba Pollard Senoia GA 26 S Chandler Smith Jasper GA 26 T Rick Turner Yorktown IN 26 X Travis Braden Wheeling WV 27 Gatlin Lance Morristown TN 29 D Spencer Davis Dawsonville GA 29 S Tommy St.John Indianapolis IN 30 Joshua James Saukville WI 34 Nolan Pope Harrisonville MO 35 Derek Ramstrom Worcester MA 41 B Brandon Johnson Mooresville NC 41 J Hunter Jack Auburn IN 41 L Nick Leitz Chesapeake VA 43 Dennis Schoenfeld Van Buren AR 45 Joey Mucciacciaro Wolcott CT 47 C Brian Campbell Wyoming MI 47 K Allen Karnes Sharpsburg GA 47 S Dakota Stroup Owensboro KY 49 Jeff Batten Nashville NC 51 G Noah Gragson Las Vegas NV 51 N Stephen Nasse Largo FL 51 O Brandon Oakley Dayton OH 51 R Cole Rouse Fort Smith AR 53 J Boris Jurkovic Manhattan IL 53 W Jerry White Concord NC 54 Matt Craig Kannapolis NC 55 TBA 56 Robert Ford Lake City FL 57 C John Coffman Live Oak FL 57 T Cole Timm Mooresville NC 58 A Tyler Ankrum Colton CA 58 F Jeff Firestine Venice FL 62 Cassten Everidge Hudson IN 66 B Logan Beardan Leander TX 66 W Steve Wallace Mooresville NC 71 John VanDoorn Fruitport MI 76 Bubba Wallace Forest City NC 79 Kyle Bryant Navarre FL 81 F Jared Fryar Trinity NC 81 X TBA 83 Joey Padgett Concord NC 87 Mike Mazzagatti Clinton OH 88 Garrett Jones Mooresville NC 93 Dave Russell Clarence NY 96 Blake Jones Sevierville TN 97 Chase Purdy Huntersville NC 98 K Paul Kelly Pendergrass GA 98 M Mason Mingus Nashville TN 99 H Fred Hopkins New Castle IN 99 L Raphael Lessard St-Joseph CAN 99 O Justin Oertel Lincolnshire IL 112 Augie Grill Hayden AL 158 Daniel Webster Polk City FL 354 Chris Nash Portage MI JEGS/CRA ALL STARS TOUR # DRIVER CITY ST 0 Brandon Curron McCalla AL 1 C Cody Coughlin Delaware OH 1 D Dave Duncan Cicero IN 1 L Brandon Johnson Mooresville NC 1 S Jon Beach Watervliet MI 2 John Bolen Jasper AL 4 H Matt Hall Newport MI 4 X TBA 4 Phil Bozell Portage MI 5 C Michael Clancy Jr Ortonville MI 5 H Tyler Hufford Schoolcraft MI 5 L Eric Lee Macomb MI 6 Cody Quarrick Uniontown PA 7 B Jackson Boone Franklin TN 7 C TBA 7 D Cole Daffron Pell City AL 7 P Joey Pontbriand Norway MI 7 X TBA 8 H Hope Hornish Defiance OH 8 N John Hunter Nemechek Mooresville NC 8 T Scott Tomasik Avon IN 9 Jeff Choquette Orange Park FL 11 A Dustin Ash Las Vegas NV 11 C Stacy Crain Brentwood TN 12 B Brandon Brilliant Atlanta GA 12 L Dan Leeck Birch Run MI 14 D Corey Deuser Lanesville IN 14 H Carson Hocevar Portage MI 15 C Trey Craig Louisville KY 15 J Colt James Newton NC 15 T Kevyn Terry Citra FL 17 B Josh Brock Corbin KY 17 S Keith Sterkowitz Cedar Lake IN 20 Jack Dossey Indianapolis IN 22 Jamie Cox Dorcehster ONT 23 C Mandy Chick De Soto KS 23 G Dalton Grindle Flowery Branch GA 23 K Chris Koslek Grand Rapids MI 23 V Billy Van Meter Indianapolis IN 26 A Willie Allen Centerville TN 26 B Bill Burba Germantown OH 26 X Travis Braden Wheeling WV 27 Joe Ross Kansas City MO 28 Jack Smith Clyde OH 29 D Spencer Davis Dawsonville GA 29 K Austin Kunert Batavia IL 30 Memphis Villarreal Corpus Christi TX 32 Kent Baledge Alexandria IN 33 O Dillion Oliver Bowling Green KY 33 S Carter Stokes New Smyrna FL 40 Jordan Miller Breezewood PA 43 Justin South Leeds AL 44 Steve Laking Guelph CAN 46 Cole Williams Borden IN 47 C Brian Campbell Wyoming MI 47 S Dakota Stroup Owensboro KY 48 B Dwayne Baker Stayner CAN 48 C Kent Crane Independence MO 51 F Eddie Fatscher East Northport NY 51 N TBA 51 O Brandon Oakley Dayton OH 53 Kyle Ivey Nashville TN 54 H David Hite Apopka FL 54 T Brandon Thomson Seminole FL 56 Jerry Andrews Kalamazoo MI 66 Nate Walton Hudsonville MI 67 Ben Welch Spring Lake MI 81 Bob Varney Richmond MI 83 Andy Bozell Portage MI 88 Roger Reuse Alabaster AL 89 Bobby Reuse Alabaster AL 96 Marc Jacobs London ONT 97 I Robbie Iverness Escanaba MI 97 J Jaxson Jacobs London ONT 99 Harrison Hall Circleville OH 114 Sterling Marlin Columbia TN 127 David Strode Independence MO 145 Bill Melvin Trussville AL 407 Jason Vail Clermont FL CARS TOUR LATE MODEL STOCK CARS # NAME CITY ST 2 Paul Nogradi Knoxville, TN 2 Myatt Snider Charlotte, NC 2 Cody Haskins Marietta, GA 3 Taylor Jorgenson Stockbridge, GA 4 Mike Chambers Timberlake, NC 5 Jeremy Burns Simpsonville, SC 7 Bradley McCaskill Wendell, NC 7 Justin Crider Statesville, NC 7 Brandon Rogers Canton, NC 4 A Anthony Alfredo Mooresville, NC 8 Deac McCaskill Raleigh, NC 8 Trevor Rizzo Bluffton, SC 11 Jeff Oakley Manquin, VA 12 Ryan Wilson Randleman, NC 12 Paul Wark Winston-Salem, NC 12 Austin McDaniel Harrisburg, NC 12 Ryan Gray Raleigh, NC 14 Ryan Repko Denver, NC 15 Bryson Dennis Chuckey, TN 15 Sheflon Clay Asheville, NC 16 Colby Howard Simpsonville, SC 18 Evan Swilling Cohutta, GA 18 Ty Gibbs Huntersville, NC 21 Tim Allensworth Wallace, NC 21 Travis Swaim High Point NC 23 Zachary Dabbs Mooresville, NC 24 Kevyn Terry Citra, FL 26 Joey Trent Gray, TN 27 Tommy Lemons Troy, NC 29 Jake Ruggles Kannapolis, NC 30 Taylor Coffman Bean Station TN 32 Jerry Miracle Indian Trail NC 32 Brandon Grosso Belle Mead NJ 37 Joel Courage Dublin, CA 38 Hunter Byrd Clarksville, TN 38 J Ricky Jones Angier, NC 39 Grayson Massey Dryfork, VA 42 Craig Stallard Jenkins, KY 44 Justin Johnson Troy, NC 44 M Nate Monteith Bluff City TN 57 Justin Carroll Concord, NC 66 Austin Peters Kingsport, TN 74 Ronald Hill Rougemont, NC 77 Logan Jones Fredericksburg, VA 81 Jared Fryar Trinity, NC 87 Hayden Woods Piney Flats TN 88 Chris Davis Hillsborough, NC 88 B Josh Berry Mooresville, NC 96 Danny O’Quinn Abingdon, VA 97 Dylan Garner Yorba Linda CA 97 William Lester Lexington, NC 98 Stefan Parsons Cornelius, NC 99 Layne Riggs Bahama, NC TOP SPEED MODIFIEDS # 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