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agendabymooner · 1 year

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matilda volume two ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series extra

"you can start a family who will always show you love."

summary: a pain that stemmed from their past had grown into forms of life full of vibrance and love, no doubt. OR sylvie and max ford-verstappen are parents to the dutchman's three carbon copies, and life couldn't get anymore perfect than that. (tiny bit connected to the tltl series' chapter 11, matilda)

content warning: possible use of explicit language, tooth-rotting fluff, dad!max and mom!ofc, kids getting the charles leclerc name treatment, mentions pregnancy, relationships with fathers, and max being a dilf material (in a wholesome manner), grid uncles being grid uncles in the posts, lando norris is a godfather to everyone's children, brief mention of the mom!hearth sisters!original characters x dad!f1 drivers, discussion of media/invasion of privacy by media

note: i just want some wholesome content for max alright. ALSO, in this smau he has a different instagram username bc... he also has a different surname lol enjoy xx

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kendalljenner wow okay mama ! 🤤 liked by sylviefv

landonorris baffled because the hearth sisters always have a unique pregnancy glow 😪 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv stop flattering me, the all-godfather 😖

kyliejenner jealous of your glow 🥲 liked by sylviefv

landonorris me too, kylie jenner!

lewishamilton stevie said not to make it look like being pretty is that easy during pregnancy 😆 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv tell my sister i'm sorry 😭 these pictures are just some achievement from doing the hard work

lewishamilton are you kidding me?? you and your sisters are literally drop dead gorgeous and not even your pregnancies did something bad with it 🤠 liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen wowowow what a beaut liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen the mother of my children everyone liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen want one more? liked by sylviefv

maxfewtrell alright mate we get it she's an absolute goddess- don't push it

sylviefv caddy, your literal mini is a year old

maxfverstappen when will that information ever stop us? 🤔

landonorris you should consider yoga maxfverstappen. find your inner peace a little bit

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charles_leclerc i have seen that gesture from my own kids 🤔

maxfverstappen is it a universal thing?

lewishamilton neither of my kids throw that gesture around so 🤭

maxfewtrell she really said "show me how you cry real quick" in that photo 😭 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv i only do it in secret

maxfewtrell landonorris doesn't. what makes you think he's a saint when it comes to babysitting your little?

landonorris hey i do not like these accusations alright, chill out 🙃

maxfverstappen lando i sure hope you're not doing that in front of emi because we're gonna have A LOT of things to talk about, mate

landonorris got it boss man

kyliejenner what a silly baby 🥰 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv the silliest girl ever ❤️

kendalljenner can aunt kennie come to give her some love 🥺 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv come give em!

maxfverstappen i was kinda hurt when she did that after i asked her to put that snack down on the cart 🥲 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv shit was hilarious though 😭

maxfverstappen so proud of you for not laughing i guess 😒🙄

sylviefv 😘🤪

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maxfverstappen mijn kleine ruiter 🥰🏇 my little rider liked by sylviefv

sylviefv ze is zo'n engel 😍 she's such an angel

landonorris my favourite olympic equestrian 🤩 liked by sylviefv

danielricciardo you have a little rodeo girl in your hands!!! 😊 liked by sylviefv

victoriaverstappen she really loves her nature and forest walks huh??? 😍 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv as much as luka and lio love them- you know that, vic!!

victoriaverstappen ugh i guess we're going to have to make a trip to a horse ranch too- maybe lila can show the boys how to ride a horse 🤗

steviemarlz where did you even get pretty nature from 😃 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv went to addington few days ago- came across this equestrian centre and met this graceful horse 😊 lyle definitely loved her new friend

maxfverstappen she also went on a ride with a guide 😬 absolutely loved it and she screamed bloody murder after we got her off the saddles

maxfverstappen we should get a horse ranch for her liked by sylviefv

sylviefv and who's gonna care for it?

maxfverstappen we can hire someone to care for the ranch 🤭

sylviefv solid idea but i think i'd rather buy her a horse and put them in a well cared for stables instead 🤔

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winnieharlow omggggg mini maxim has grown so much where did the time go?!! 😭 liked by sylviefv

elsahosk look at that sweet sweet boy!!! liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen one of the three greatest collaboration pieces we've done so far 🤩 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv caddy i love you like i swear i do but call them that one more time i'm actually gonna lose my shit 😭

landonorris what about hybrid collection?

sylviefv LANDO FOR FUCKS SAKE DON'T ENCOURAGE MAX

aimeeleclerc you really didn't luck out with having a carbon copy of you huh 😭 liked by sylviefv

arthur_leclerc as if you're any better with your five little charleses 😟 liked by sylviefv

tillywolff he looks so much like max when he was still one omg!!! liked by sylviefv

sylviefv is it ever amazing to have a 12-year-older sister who can keep reminding you that she's seen you and your husband as babies before? i can never tell.

tillywolff don't say that 🙄 i'm just stating what i can see and what i saw all those years ago

landonorris strong swimmers you have max. even the genes are passed down.

maxfverstappen don't even start with the "swimmers" like i'm begging you

LINK TO: THE FAST LANE MAGAZINE AUGUST 2027 ISSUE - OP-ED BY MAX AND SYLVIE FORD-VERSTAPPEN

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danielricciardo "better version" is putting it mildly; he's a whole dilf liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen nah you are the hunkiest dilf though 😍

loricciardo both of you have kids and wives

sylviefv they're practically helpless as of this point loricciardo; they'd always find a way to attract the other no matter how many children they have so i don't even bother protesting 🙄

victoriaverstappen they all look like him so idk why he's still ugly to me 😭 liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen why are you even here 😒

sylviefv don't discredit him like that victoriaverstappen 🤣 it's probably because you're biased

victoriaverstappen no he actually is ugly 😕

maxfverstappen happy to be myself for you mustang ❤️ liked by sylviefv

maxfewtrell you two nauseate me

sylviefv maxfewtrell cry about it

the ford-verstappen kids

emilia alouette leonie 'emi/millie' ford-verstappen

lila katelijne victoria 'lyle/kathy' ford-verstappen

maximilian gijsberg filip 'maxim' ford-verstappen

PS wrote a little fictional article "written" by both max and sylvie to add more to the last tweet's context! check it!

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bizarrrrrrre · 2 months

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Sketch idea @reservoirreputation gave me by tagging #things that give Freddy a nosebleed. Imagine:

Dogs sitting in the cafe, Larry and Vic on adjacent chairs. Larry says his "If you shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize". Vic makes a "okay bro no conflict" gesture, everybody laughs. Then Vic reaches for some waffles across the table, "accidentally" knocking over a cup of coffee on Larry. Larry says "shit" and looks at Vic dead in eye, Eddie says "what a moron huh". Vic just makes puppy eyes and says "oopsie". Joe hits him upside the head lighlty. Larry's shirt's dirty now, Freddy (also sitting next to him) tries to help him clean, blotting the stains with a napkin but it doesn't make any better of course. Coffee is hot. Larry says "it's ok, kid, stop", then stands up and just takes off the shirt (there's nothing under it except an amazing well-formed body). Pink's rolling his eyes, Eddie's grinning, Brown tells some striptease joke and Vic says "yeeeah hooah, there's a life in the old dog yet".

And there is Freddy, sitting quietly and blushing like hell with his pretty nose bleeding.

#reservoir dogs #90s #harvey keitel #tim roth #michael madsen #things that give Freddy a nosebleed

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layce2015 · 1 year

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

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"The radio around here sucks." Dean grumbles as he fiddles with the radio. "Come on man." Sam said, exasperated. "Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know?" Dean asked and I nod in agreement. "Dead vic with a gnawed-On neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." I recited. "No, I -- I agree. It's a hell of a case." Sam said, not sounding really enthusiastic.

"A little more gusto, please." Dean said. "It's just...The world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" Sam pointed out. "Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads." Dean said but we noticed the upset look on Sam's face.

"Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-To-Goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters and (l/n) got back to tackling. A straightforward, black-And-white case." Dean said and I chuckle as we head off to the next destination.

Later, we come up to this town with a sign hanging over some light post that said OKTOBERFEST 2008. Polka music was blaring and women dressed in barmaid costumes and some men wearing lederhosen. The boys and I adjust our suits as we exit the Impala and walk forward.

"We still got to see the new Raiders movie." Dean said. "Yeah, I haven't gotten around to see it." I said while Sam said. "Saw it." Dean then looks over at him, incredulous. "Without me?" He asked.

"You were in hell." Sam said and I look over at Dean. "He's got a point." I said. "That's no excuse." Dean grumbles and I roll my eyes while he looks over at a pretzel vendor. "Big pretzel!" He exclaims while Sam and I smile and shake our heads. Dean then accepts three pretzels from vendor. "Thank you." He said and he hands Sam and me a pretzel. "Thank you." We said and we take a bite out of our pretzels as a blonde woman walks by us.

"Guten tag." She greets. "Guten tag yourself." Dean said with a mouthful of pretzel and I elbow him in the chest once I swallowed my bite. "Geez, don't talk with your mouth full." I said and the girl chuckles a bit. "Sorry, sometimes I feel like I'm the parent to these boys than a partner." I said to her. "I think every woman can understand that." She said and we laugh as I could see Dean giving me a glare.

I give him a fake smile then acted like I noticed something. "Oh no! You got something on your face!" I said, in a fake motherly voice, and I pulled out a napkin and wiped Dean's face as he pulls his face back a bit. The girl laughs and says. "I'll leave you to it then." Then she walks off.

"God, why'd you have to be so embarrassing?" Dean asked with a grumble and I turn to him with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, excuse me, you did that yourself..." I started to argue until Sam clears his throat to get our attention. "Looks like that's our man." He said as he points towards an old man in a sheriff's uniform.

We nod and follow Sam as we walk up to the old man. "Sheriff Dietrich." Sam said and Dietrich looks up at us. "Are you the onez from the fed?" he asked. "Agent Anges, Johnson and Young." Sam introduced as we show him our badges. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem." I said as we put our badges away. "Right. Um...I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?" He said and he gets up.

Later, at the Morgue, the Sheriff opens the door of a body tray and slides it out to reveal a body that was covered with a sheet. "Marissa Wright, 26, just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season." Dietrich said as he pulls back the sheet to reveal a young woman. "Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." Sam remarked with a tight smile and I rolled my eyes at him.

Dean then turns the body's head and sees two dark puncture marks on her neck, it looked like a vampire bite. "What the hell?" Dean said as Dietrich shrugs. "Yeah, you got me -- I mean, this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some satan-Worshipping, Anne Rice-Reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe." Dietrich said and I turn to him.

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness." I said and he looked a bit regretful. "Yeah, I wished I didn't." he said with a huff. "But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable." he said and the boys and I share a look.

We head into a bar where the waitresses were dressed in their Oktoberfest costume and we come up to the waitresses from earlier as she hands another waitresses two glasses of beer.

"I remember you." She said as she gestures to me and Dean. "Ah, yes..." I said as I peer at her nametag to see it said Jamie. "Jamie." I said and she smiles at me. "Doing okay?" I asked her, trying to make small talk. "Oh, you know, hectic as usual. Especially this time of year." She said.

"We're looking for Ed Brewer." Sam said and I turn to him. "Jeez, so much for easing right to it." I muttered as Jamie crosses her arms and looks at Sam. "What do you want with Ed?" She asked. "Well, we are, uh...federal agents." Dean said as we show her our badges. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime." said Dean and Jamie gives us a look of disbelief.

"You're a fed? Wow, you don't come on like a fed." Jamie said but she sees our serious face then she frowns. "Seriously?" She asked and Dean, grinning, leans forward on the bar toward her. "I'm a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by -- The rules." He said and I go and step on his foot. "Ow!" He exclaims as said Sam said, with an irritated smile. "Okay, maverick." Then he looks towards Jamie. "So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?" Sam asked.

"I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me." Ed said as he uncaps his beer stein and drinks it. Then he points towards us. "Why should you be any different?" Ed asked. "Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different." I said, trying to assure him. "I spoke the God's honest truth. And now, I'm a joke." Ed said, upset.

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us. And we want to hear everything, No matter how strange it may seem." Sam said to him. "We have a lot of experience with strange." I said and Brewer uncaps beer stein and drink. "It was just after midnight. I just left here, and like I do every night..." Brewer explains then he walks his fingers along the table. "I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was...struggling too much. And this man, He was -- Well, he was biting her neck." He said as we listen, intently.

"Can you describe her assailant?" Sam asked Brewer. "Oh, he was a vampire." Brewer said, quickly, and Dean sighs and looks down. "Okay, right. And by that, you mean --" Dean started to say but Brewer said. "You know, a vampire."

"Uh-Huh. Yeah. So, he looked like --" Dean prodded and Brewer looks at him. "He looked like a vampire, You know, with the fangs and the slicked-Back hair..." Brewer said as he demonstrates with his hair. "And the fancy cape And the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."

"You mean like a Dracula?" I asked and Brewer nods. "Exactly. Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent." he said, happily. "The accent?" Sam asked. "Yep." Brewer said.

"What did he say?" I asked. "You know, something like..." Brewer said then he raised his arm over his face as if he has a cape on. "Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!" He recites with a Hungarian accent. Then he looks between us. "You do believe me, don't you?" He asked, nervously.

"So, what do you guys think? Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?" Dean asked me and Sam, few minutes after talking to Brewer. "Definitely not our kind of case." Sam said. "Agreed. But who cares?" Dean asked as we walk toward a table. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, guys. Beer and bar wenches." Dean said as we sit and I give him a look.

"Women don't react well to the whole wench thing, Dean." I said and Dean turns to the bar where Jamie is standing. "Hey, bar wench, where's that beer?" Dean asked and Jamie looks at him while I face-palm at this. "Coming up, good sir!" She said, sweetly, as she goes to get the beer. "Guys, Oktoberfest." Dean said, gleefully, as he turns to us.

"There you go." Jamie said as she hands him his beer then she turns to us. "What can I get you two?" She asked and before either of us could speak, Dean speaks up. "Oh, he doesn't drink. He's a Christian Scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts." Dean said as he points at Sam then he points at me but I speak over him.

"Don't listen to this idiot. I'll just have a beer." I said then I look over at Sam, who shakes his head. "I'm actually gonna head out and get some sleep." He said and he gets up and leaves. "Okay, one beer coming up." Jamie said and I nod at her then she walks away and I sigh and run my hands over my face.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked and I look over at him. "I just...I don't know...I feel like there's still more to this." I said. "Oh you're just worrying too much." He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. "C'mon, it's Oktoberfest! Just relax and enjoy your beer." Dean said just as Jamie brings the beer. "Thanks." I said to her and she nods then leaves.

"I can't relax, Dean. This case is just weird too me and I mean our kind of weird." I said. "Look, sometimes jobs end up a bust. You know that, this just sounds like someone is taking this vampire role play too far." Dean said and I narrow my eyes at him. "How are you just so blase about this case?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Why are you taking this case so seriously?" He asked. "I..I don't know...I just...I just think something is wrong..." I said as I try to think. "You're just tensed up and full of stress." Dean said and I let out a sigh.

"I think I know a way to relieve all that stress." He said and I look back at him. "And it involves you and me in between the sheets." He said. "Seriously? I'm telling you that we should stick to this case and you're talking about sex?" I asked, a bit offended. "Yeah, what's wrong? You used to always jump at the idea!" Dean said, sounding confused. "Yeah, that was before you went to hell. But ever since you came back...I don't know, besides kissing or the occasional make-out, you seem a bit distant when it comes to sex." I said.

"Well, maybe it is time to right some wrongs." he said. "Come again?" I asked, confused. "Like you said, I came back from the furnace and I did it without any of my old scars, right?" he said then he starts listing off on his fingers. "You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts..." he said as he holds up his hand, spreading his fingers and wiggling them. "None of the off-Angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, Which leads me to conclude, Sadly...That my virginity is intact." He said and I snort out a laugh.

"Are you serious?" I asked him, incredulous. "I have been re-Hymenated." Dean said, proudly, before he drinks. "Re-- Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, But no one could do that." I tell him. "Sweetheart, I have been re-Hymenated. And the dude will not abide." He said and I roll my eyes. "You're hopeless." I said. "And you're overreacting." He said and I glare at him. "Seriously? I'm overreacting?!" I shout, angrily, then I scoff at this and get up. "At least I take my job seriously!" I yelled and I leave.

"Men..." I grumbled as I walk up to the bar. "Tell me about it." Jamie's voice said and I look over at her and chuckle. "So...Casanova over there giving you problems?" She asked as she gestures over to Dean, who was drinking from his beer and was trying his best to not look over at me.

"You could say that." I said as I go sit on the stool. Then she gives me a bottle and she looks at me. “On the house, you need it.” She said and I accept it and smile. "Thanks." I said and I take a sip. "You wanna talk about it?" Jamie asked me. I smile and gave a vague explanation of what was going on between me and Dean, just taking out about him coming back from hell and what we actually do.

"Wow..." she said, disbelieving. "Yeah." I said as I take the last sip of the beer. "Why did you take him back if he left you for a few months?" Jamie asked me and I shrugged. "Guess I still love him." I admit and Jamie smiles. "Plus someone has to keep him on a leash as we do our job.”

"Sounds like you need a girl's night out." She said and I nod at this. "How bout tomorrow? You and me, I'll show you around town." She said. "As nice as that would be, from the way it sounds, we're probably not gonna be here tomorrow." I said and Jamie frowns. "That sucks." She said, sounding a bit disappointed. I give her a sympathetic look before I go and speak up.

"Well...I guess I'll check my schedule and try to squeeze you in tomorrow." I said and she chuckles a bit. "I'll come by here tomorrow to tell you." I said and she nods. "Cool." She said and I wave a goodbye to her and leave the bar.

The next day, Sam, Dean and I sit across from Anna-Marie at an outside table as she sucks on a straw in a large cup. The boys and I exchange a look, we were waiting for her to give her statement as there was another attack and she was the only witness to it. "Ma'am, we understand how hard this is, But can you describe the creature?" Dean asked her. She sucks on the straw once more then said. "Oh. It was a werewolf."

"A werewolf?" Sam said, disbelieving. "You're sure?" I asked her. "Oh, yeah. With the furry face and the black nose And the claws and the torn-up pants and shirt, like from the old movies." She explains. "Um, well..." Sam mutters. "Okay, so..." Dean said before I start to stand up. "Thank you for your time." I said and we leave.

Later, the boys and I walk into the morgue as Dean speaks up. "First a Dracula and now a full on movie time Wolf Man? What the hell is going on in this town?" He asked us. I shrug as Sam opens one of the storage drawers and pulls out a body. He unzips the body bag and the smell hits our noses and I recoil in disgust.

"Damn!" Dean exclaims just as disgusted while I try not to puke. "All right. Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe." Sam said as he pulls out some shredded flesh from the corpse with a pencil. "Look at those bite marks. Right down to the bone...and deeper." I pointed out.

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf." Dean said. "Yeah, except, look. The heart's still there in one piece. They never leave the heart behind." Sam said as he points at the corpse. "Thus I reiterate -- what the hell is going on?" Dean asked as we hear footsteps.

We turn and see the sheriff entering the morgue. "Well, I was hoping either of you could tell me. I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibres we found on the body." he said and he pulls out a plastic bag from an envelope.

"Canine. Wolf hairs." he said and we stare at him in disbelief. "I'm getting a headache." Dean said as he shakes his head, slightly. "You are a headache." I grumbled and he turns and glares at me.

Later, we were back at the bar, sitting at a table and eating. "I don't know, boys. Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolf Man. Is that it?" I asked and Dean shrugs. "I'm wondering the same thing." He said. "I don't know. I mean, Wolf Man seems real enough. Makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess." Sam said. "Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth." I said. "Yeah." said Sam as he nods.

"So, what? We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" Dean asked as Jamie brings over another round of beer for us. "Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon." she said and she looked pretty sad.

"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for our department." Dean said. "Well, beers are on me." she said. "Thank you." I said, appreciatively. "Hey, by the way...since you're still here, you wanna hang out later with me?" Jamie asked me. "Sure, would love to have a girl's night out." I said and Jamie smiles. "Cool. I get off at midnight." She tells me and I nod. "Okay, see ya later." I said and she smiles and leaves.

Then I look over at the boys and they give me this look of disbelief. "What? Am I not allowed some me time?" I asked. “No. We just never seen you like this before.” Sam said. "Yeah, well, I've haven't had any kind've female friends to hang out with. I mean, I love you boys but...sometimes I like some me time." I said. "Hey, more power to ya." Dean said. “Hey, gives me some time to be away and enjoy myself for once.” I said and Dean rolls his eyes while I smirk at him.

Later that night, we were called into the museum since a guard was attacked by a mummy. It was already crawling with police when we show up and the sheriff let us through and we went right to the sarcophagus.

The three of us look it over when Sam speaks up. "This sarcophagus isn't ancient." he said and he holds up a tag that reads, THE FX SHOP PROPHOUSE PHILDADELPHIA, PA. "It's from a prop house in Philly." he informs. "Well...it goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it." Dean said as he lifts up a small bucket of dry ice from inside the sarcophagus.

"Is he making his own special effects?" I asked them. "Yeah, a mummy with a good sense of showmanship." Dean said and I shake my head. "This is stupid." I muttered then I look at my watch and noticed that it was close to midnight.

"Oh, damn it. Jamie. I'm late. You boys good here?" I asked them. "Yeah." Dean said. "Yeah, you go ahead and enjoy your night." Sam said and I smile at him. "Thank you, boys." I said and he head off.

I was walking down the streets, almost at the bar, when I see Jamie running towards me. "Jamie!" I shout then she crashes into me. "Whoa, hey! You okay?" I asked but then I turn and see, honest to God, Dracula. He had the look and the clothes down from the original Dracula movie, just as Mr Brewer had described.

"Son of a bitch." I exclaimed as Dracula comes up to us. "You should not use such language in the presence of my bride." he said, in that phony accent. "Okay." I said then I punch Dracula and we begin to fight as I heard Jamie scream.

"Jamie, run!" I shout at her. "You have no choice in the matter, Ms. Harker. Mina is mine." he said and he goes to try and bite me. But I reach up and rip his ear off and he flees. I follow him and he leaps over a gate and escapes on a moped.

"What the hell?!" I muttered and I looked down at the ear I ripped off and noticed something about it. "Ah, crap." I grumbled.

Back at the bar, Jamie and I were sitting at a table when the boys walk over to us. "Hey. You guys all right?" Dean asked as he comes up to me. "Yeah, I think so. And I think I know what's going on." I said and I put a folded towel on the table. "Yeah?" Sam and Dean said, cautiously.

"Part of it, at least." I said and Sam opens the towel to see Dracula's ear. "Uh, the ear part?" Sam asked as Dean looks taken aback by this. "Ripped it off of Dracula's head." I said and they look at me impressed. "Touch it." I tell them and they touch the ear and they let out a noise of disgust.

"Feel familiar to you?" I asked them. "Oh, man." Sam mutters. "Skin of a shapeshifter." Dean said and I nod. "Just like St. Louis and just like Milwaukee. Of course this one's all holding buckets of crazy. Oh, and, uh..." I said and take out a medallion from my pocket and gives it to Sam.

"This, I uh, pulled it off during the fight. Look at the label on the ribbon." I said and Sam and Dean look at the label, which reads THE FX SHOP PROPHOUSE PHILADELPHIA, PA.

"It's a costume rental." Sam said and I nod. "All three monsters - the Dracula, Wolf Man, and the mummy -- all the same critter, which means we need to catch this freak before he Creature From the Black Lagoons somebody." I said as I notice Jamie looking between us.

"So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and The X-Files are real?" she asked us. "No, The X-Files is a TV show. This is real." Dean said. "Oh." Jamie said and she looked overwhelmed. "Okay, so, the stagecraft, the costuming…it's like he's trying to re-enact his favorite monster movie moments, right down to the bloody murders." Sam said.

"Wait a second. Who the hell is Mina?" Jamie asked. "Mina?" Sam asked and I nod. "Yeah. That's what he called Jamie. And he called me Ms. Harker." I said. "Well, Ms. Harker is actually Mr. Harker as in Jonathan Harker. They're characters from the movies and the novels -- Mina, Dracula's intended bride, Harker the fiancé that stands in the way. He must've had to improvise since you're a girl." Sam explains then he looks over at Jamie.

"Seems like he's fixating on you, like he sees you as his bride." he said. "Wow. Lucky me." Jamie said, sarcastically. "But to fixate on you, my guess is that the shifter has to have seen you before or been around you." Dean said and Sam nods then I turn to Jamie.

"Jamie, has anybody strange come to town, somebody that has taken a specific notice of you?" I asked her. "I don't know, (y/n). It's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's lots of people. I..." she stops. "...wait a second. There is Ed." She said. "Ed Brewer Ed?" Sam asked. "Yeah. He moved here about a month ago. Lucy swears he has a crush on me. He comes in almost every night. But, you know, I don't think he's the type of guy –" Jamie starts to explain but Dean talks over her.

"Where does Ed live?" he asked. "I don't know. But he works at the old movie theater. I think he's the projectionist there." she said and the boys look over at me. "Take care of Mina?" Sam asked me and I nod. "Yep." I said and Dean goes up to me. "Be careful." He said and I smile. "Of course." I said then Dean leans in and gives me a kiss. I kiss him back then he and Sam leave.

Later, Jamie begins to pace in front of the booth I'm sitting in. "So, monsters are real." she said, still trying to process what she learned. "Some of them, yeah." I said. "And the shapeshifter, he can turn into different people." she said. "Yeah. Yeah, except this one's turning into the great monsters of screenland, which is a new one for me." I said.

"You're not really FBI, are you?" she asked me and I shake my head. "Not so much." I said "So, this is what you do? You and your partners just tramp across the country on your own dime until you find some horrible nightmare to fight?" she asked me.

"Some people paint." I said, shrugging. "Wow." she said, shocked. "What?" I asked her. "That must suck. I mean, you're giving up your life for this terrible...I don't know, responsibility." She said and I shrug. "It’s not so bad. We help people. Not only help them, we save them. It's pretty sweet. It's kind of like a gift...like a mission. Kind of like a...a mission from God." I explain as Jamie sits across from me.

"So, does that make you...some kind of monk or something? You know, celibate?" she asked me and I snort out a laugh. "No, although I feel like since these last few months." I said. "I guess that has to do with Dean?" She asked me and I nod.

"Yeah...we've been work partners for a couple of years then we became a couple and...well, something happened to him where he was gone for a few months. I thought he was dead. But then he came back and now it's just...I don't know a bit weird between us. I still love him and care about him but...I don't know about him. He'll kiss me but that's as far as he'll go." I said and Jamie frowns. "That sucks, girl." She said as she places a hand over mine. We share a smile but then the lights come on and we look over and see a blonde woman come in and she jumps when she sees us.

"Holy crap. Oh, my God. Jamie. Guys, I'm -- I'm sorry. I thought you guys were going out." she said. "Lucy, it's -- it's okay. Uh, listen –" Jamie tries to explain but Lucy raises a hand. "You know what? I just -- I came to borrow a bottle. I kind of got something going back at my...Anyway, uh, you guys look really busy, so I'm just gonna get out of your hair." Lucy said as she grabs a bottle and tries to leave.

"No, seriously, Lucy, it's been a crazy night. Stay for a drink." Jamie said and I nod. "Yeah. Stay for a drink." I said and Lucy smiles.

Later, Jamie, Lucy and I were all sitting around the table and Jamie explains to her what happened while Lucy poured us all a drink. "Oh, that sounds awful. Jamie, honey, are you okay?" Lucy asked her. "Oh, I am fine. He didn't even touch me. (y/n), she just blew right in and fought him off." Jamie said as she nods at me. "Well, I didn't actually fly, but I'm sure it seemed that way at the time." I said as Lucy blots her lipstick on a napkin.

"It was really, really something." Jamie said then she started to act like she was woozy. "Jamie?" I asked her, worried, but then I started to feel like my head was swimming. "So, (y/n), are you like a black belt or what?" Lucy asked me as I look at my glass, it swims before my eyes.

"Well, I guess they train you to fight at the academy or whatever." Lucy said with a triumphant smile. I lean across and punch Lucy as I push Jamie out of the way. "(y/n), what are you doing?" Jamie slurred, questioning, then she passes out, falling back down into the booth.

"It's you, isn't it?" I asked Lucy as I glare at her. Lucy pushes her jaw back into place and I kick her again but I start to stumble around and my head start to hurt. "Oh, damn it! What did you put in our drinks?!" I asked as I smash a bottle on the edge of table. "That's all right. I'll skin you myself." I said but then next thing I knew my vision goes black.

I groan and slowly open my eyes as my vision was blurry for a moment. Once my vision clears up, I realized that I was in a dungeon and I start to move but noticed that I was strapped to an upright table. Then I look down and noticed, for some damn reason, I was wearing lederhosen.

"Oh, come on." I said, exasperated, then I look around and notice a portrait of a woman’s face on the wall. As I kept staring at it, I realized that the woman looked an awful like Lucy.

"She is beautiful, no?" A voice asked and I look the other way to see Dracula walking up next to me. "Bride number three from the first film. She never got the acclaim that she deserved. Which is why I chose her shape, her form, to move among the mortals unnoticed. To listen to the cricket songs of the living. That is when I discovered my bride had been reborn in this century." He explains and I shake my head.

"I can't get over what a pumpkin-pie-eyed, crazy son of a bitch you really are. You're not Dracula! You get that, right?" I said and he glares at me. "Or even if you think you are Dracula, what the hell's up with the mummy?!" I asked then Dracula punches me in the face

"Agh, bitch!" I shout as I spat out blood. "I am all monsters!" Dracula exclaims. "Life ain't a movie, you sorry sack of –" I growled then he punches me again. I groan and cough before he continues. "Life is small. Meagre. Messy. The movies are grand, simple, elegant. I have chosen elegance." He said

"You think elegance is really the word for what you did to Marissa, or Rick Deacon, or any of the others?!" I asked him, angrily. "But of course. It is a monster movie, after all." he said. "You do realize what happens at the end of every monster movie?" I said, questioning. "Ah, but this movie is mine. And in it, the monster wins. The monster gets the girl. And the hero or...well in this case, heroine, she’s...electrocuted. And tonight, Jonathan...oh excuse me, Joan Harker, you will be my heroine." Dracula said and he puts his hand on a large lever on the wall and I chuckle, nervously.

"W-w-wait, wait, wait." I stammer, panicked, and I struggle to escape and he was about to pull the lever but the doorbell rings. "Please, excuse me." Dracula said and he leaves. I let out a sigh of relief at this and lay my head back.

"What the hell am I gonna do?" I asked myself as I look around for something or anything. I struggle against the restrains but nothing and I grumble a few curse words under my breath.

I began to panic a bit as I didn't know when Dracula would come back, even though it has been awhile. I struggle some more then I hear some footsteps and I felt my heart race. But then I realized it sounded like more than one sets of feet.

At that moment, Sam and Dean come up to me. "Oh, thank God. Just in the nick of time. That guy was about to Frankenstein me." I tell them and they untie me. "Hey there, Hansel." Sam teases as I get off of the table. "Shut up!" I growled. "I'm starting to think you need to wear shorts more often." Dean flirts and I turn to him. "You're so lucky I like you, or I'd roundhouse kick you now." I said then I gesture for the boys to kick the door.

Sam puts his foot through the door, punching a hole in it which made the entire door falls flat off its hinges. "Let's go." Dean said and we run.

We kept looking around the house and make our way upstairs and to a bedroom door. Sam opens the door and crosses to Jamie, who was lying on the bed. Then Dracula intercepts him from behind and throws him through the wall.

"You will never be Van Helsing!" Dracula yelled and Dean attacks him. "Neither will you!" Dracula shouts as he kicks Dean back and I run in and fight him. "And you, Harker, now you die." Dracula shouts, dramatically. "How 'bout now you shut the hell up?" I asked but then I was thrown on the ground.

Dracula raises his arms, about to go in for the kill, but then he was shot in the chest. I gasp as Dracula looks at his wound. "Silver?" He said, shocked, then he turns to see Jamie was the one who shot him. "It was beauty that killed the beast." Dracula said as Jamie looked upset about this. "No, Mina, do not weep." Dracula said as he falls into a chair.

"Perhaps this is how the movie should end." he said then he dies in the chair.

The next day, Jamie and I, back to wearing normal clothes, were walking around in the town square. "Well, that was probably the most action packed girl's night I've ever had." Jamie said and I chuckle. "Yeah, getting to shoot a shapeshifter that was a Dracula wannabe is gonna be hard to top." I said and she laughs.

"Well, thank you. You have been a great service to your country." Jamie said to me and I laugh. "Oh, yes, I'm very, very patriotic." I joked and we share a laugh as I hear footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Dean and Sam come up to me.

I turn back to Jamie. "Well, I guess this is goodbye." I said and she nods. "Come visit next time, okay?" She asked me. "I can't promise anything but...I'll try." I said and she nods. "Just keep those boys out of trouble, especially that one." She said and she points over at Dean. I laugh and said. "Oh trust me, they attract trouble wherever they go. I may need a leash for when that happens.”

She laughs at this then we smile. "Well, goodbye." She said and the two of us hug each other then once the hug was over, I walk over to the boys and we began to walk away. "You guys saved my life, you know? So, thanks." Jamie said and we turn to her and she smiles and nods at us before she leaves.

"I like her." Sam said as we walk towards the Impala. "Feels good to be back on the job, doesn't it?" Dean asked us and I nod. "Yeah, it does." Sam said. "The girl is saved, monster gets the gank. All in all, happy ending!" I said and Sam rolls his eyes and Dean shakes his head.

"Hey, all I'm saying is the shifter man had a point, you know? It would be nice if life was movie simple." I said and Sam shrugs. "Although, if I was turning life into a movie, I wouldn't do this Abbott and Costello meet the monster crap." Dean said.

"Yeah, no. I know what you’d pick." Sam said. "No, you don't." Dean argued. "Yeah, I do." Sam said. "No. You don't. You don't!" Dean exclaims and Sam and I share a knowing look. "Porky's II." I replied and Dean looks over at me while Sam laughs.

"What?" Dean asked me. "You heard me." I said and Sam nods. Dean looks between us then pouts. "Lucky guess." he grumbles and Sam raises a hand behind Dean towards me and I high-five him as we get to the Impala.

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A TEXTBOOK EDUCATION

"This will be a skill-building experience. You've had it too easy. You've had your Family name to back you, and your Right Hand at your every call. It's time you learn to carry yourself, to build from the ground up." Dino Cavallone, the Cavallone Don, fresh out of high school.

Reborn, the deadliest hitman of the modern era, has a special kind of torture up his sleeve for his dear struggling student. Dino will have to see how well he handles alienation, isolation, and worst of all, class participation. “Now, go on, my useless student Dino. Let’s continue your education.” (Or: Reborn sends Dino to Australia. It goes better than he could have ever hoped.)

Parings: N/A Characters: Dino (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Vic Hunt (OC - Original Character), Reborn (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Romario (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Cavallone Famiglia, Enzo (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Original Characters Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, University, Pre-Canon, Financial Issues, Fluff And Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

CHAPTER 7: I JUST NEEDED COMPANY NOW

Vic watched Dino from the couch, her knees drawn to her chest as she sat lazily fanning herself. They were nearing their final assessments for the academic year, burning through the semester in a blurred frenzy of days-weeks-months. What had started with a leisurely semester of introductory courses had ended in the stomach-tingling dread that was the looming final essays and exams.

And despite all this, despite the steady pile of 30%, 40%, 50% (half of their fucking grade, Vic had nearly choked—) assessments growing with every two-week notice, Dino had not failed one to, after every class, sat back down at his dining table and returned to his family’s finances. Eyes squinted in strain as he read the glaring screen of his laptop, the papers by his side wrinkled at the edges from the amount of times Dino had handled them.

Vic frowned.

Dino rubbed his eyes and pinched his brow, trying to work out the tension. He blinked widely, before returning to squint as he scrolled through a, frankly, upsettingly long document.

At his side, his phone’s screen lit up with a notification: ECON2003 EXAM 2 WEEKS. At the same time, a notification for a betting app pinged into place, and Dino rushed to update his nauseating spreadsheet, decorated with a tangling of line-graphs.

Class, racing, class, racing— Dino went around and around in circles like a horse tied to a stake.

“I wanna go somewhere,” Vic announced.

“Uh huh,” Dino grumbled, and pulled a piece of paper closer to him.

“Just a day trip, can’t be arsed to go far.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re coming, I don’t wanna drive the whole way.”

“Uh huh—Sorry what?” Dino looked up.

“We,” Vic said, pointing to the three of them, Enzo included, “Are going on a trip. We gotta get outside, Dino, I haven’t been anywhere but work and the campus in weeks!”

“I can’t, I—” Dino jumped but Vic was already on her feet, stretching wide with her arms out.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re busy. But lemme ask you, ponyboy, are a few hours gonna change anything?”

Dino grimaced and looked down at his work. He hadn’t made any progress in weeks, everything he could do, already done. Still, with no jockeys in sight. Dino ran this thumb over faded ink. He had been going over the same details to make it feel like he was doing something. Like he wasn’t just sitting here, leisurely living off his Family’s dime while they cut costs.

“You need a break,” Vic insisted, rounding the couch and stood at Dino’s side, hand on his shoulder. “A refresh. Get away from the desk and clear your mind.”

As the last of the exams had rolled in, so had the first dregs of a wet Summer, humid and sticky. Dino’s window was lined with little pots, basil, oregano and rosemary grew strong. The parsley looked a bit limp, but it had always been a temperamental bitch in Vic’s opinion. The sun was out and the aircons were blasting and Vic felt it was long past due time to drag Dino’s skinny ass to the beach. He had spent nearly a year in Australia and the only bodies of water Dino had interacted with were the Macquarie lake — don’t think about the meme, it had died with the month — and the numerous puddles along the main Walk that were out for Dino specifically.

Honestly it was a miracle Enzo hadn’t gotten wet yet. Vic had more practice catching turtles than she ever thought she’d get.

“Come on,” Vic whined and shook Dino in his chair. “I wanna go out! We could go to the beach! Or The mountains! The bush!”

Anywhere. So long as he moved forward, and not around and around— Vic gritted her teeth behind her smile.

Dino rubbed his nape and glanced up at Vic who continued to tug at him, trying her best to twist her expression into something puppy-eyed-pleading — but it honestly looked more like some kind of long-faced monkey. He didn’t tell her that, he valued his life.

“Pick a place, we’ll go!”

Dino looked at the documents on his desk, sanitised for Vic’s eyes even though in all the months she had been haunting his dorm, not once had she snooped. Even politely looked away when he opened his laptop.

He felt her grip on his shoulder, a quick squeeze to snap him back to attention. She wasn’t going to let this lie.

“I…” Dino trailed off. “I cannot drive.”

Vic blinked, then tilted her head.

“Huh, for some reason I thought you’d’ve learnt,” she said.

“Well, uh,” Dino winced, “Technically, yes?”

Vic squinted. Dino smiled weakly and picked at the frayed edge of his documents.

Vic stood and grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter, a vicious jangle of metal and plastic as she shook them at Dino like a cat-o-nine-tails.

“Get up, we’re going driving.”

“Huh?” Dino wheezed, but Vic was already hauling his ‘skinny, Sicilian ass’ out of his chair.

Vic barely gave him time to shove his feet into his once-white running shoes and snatch his own dorm keys before they were crossing the Village. Enzo grumbled from inside Dino’s pocket as they rounded the side of Vic’s dorm building, and into the carport in the back.

Vic’s car’s name was, affectionately, ‘Bumpa’. Indicative by the sheer amount of dents on the boot-end of that little black Holden Apollo.

“Ya know, like bumper cars,” Vic explained casually as she keyed the car open. “They’re all on the back so they’re not my fault.”

Dino clutched Enzo as he stared at the scratch on the passenger side door. It looked like someone had tried to cover it with a Sharpie.

“Robbie side-swiped a pillar at a Coles car park. Get in.”

Dino swallowed. Enzo squeaked.

Bumpa the Car rumbled to life despite how it sounded like nothing pained it more. It idled for a moment, before the window rolled down and Vic leant to stare at Dino.

“Get in, ponyboy.”

Dino gingerly set himself in the passenger seat and immediately regretted it. Maybe it was because the carport provided no shade, maybe it was because of the car’s black paint, but the inside of the car was sweltering.

Vic made the air conditioner roar on the ‘coldest’ setting. Dino spluttered as a wall of hot air went straight down his throat.

“The wheels on the bus go round and round,” Vic sang idly as Bumpa rolled backwards, reversing out of the carport.

They hit something. Dino screamed.

“It’s a speedbump, Dino, my God!” Vic gasped. “Have some faith in me! Piece of shit.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologised, shirt fisted at his chest as he tried to steady his heart.

“At least Enzo trusts me,” Vic grumbled.

Dino looked down at Enzo. Only the shell stared back at him. He tucked Enzo under his shirt.

“Sure.”

Vic glared at Dino out of the corner of her eye and went straight at a round-about. Dino swallowed thickly as he looked out the window, every one of his senses aware of the slightest disturbance. Someone was about to cross the road, a car was turning into their lane, oh god the light was going to turn yellow Vic slow down!

“It’s still green! Green means go!” Vic shouted.

“But the timing!”

“Green means go!” She repeated unrepentantly. “Just, chill, and look out the window or something.”

Dino whimpered loudly and gripped his seatbelt. Still, he looked out the window as they turned left again. What had started as tall trees and wood-log fences (Vic said there was a bushwalk down that way) became long, squat buildings and half-cobbled construction frame sites lined either side of the road, Chinese restaurants and dentists’ offices standing side-by-side. On his right, a long, warped, green sign read E A S T W O O D and Vic turned right into a long flow of traffic.

Dino blinked. Vic was barely paying attention to the road as she fiddled with the radio, grumbling as her bluetooth adapter screeched and mumbled something that sounded like music.

“You know the roads well,” Dino said as they inched down the hill like a line of ants.

“Told you, I’ve lived here all my life,” Vic said, and pointed out Dino’s window, nearly punching his nose as she did. “Down that way, at the school. I used to go there on the weekend for tutoring classes. Further down is the shops and the Masonic theatre, I used to do ballet classes.”

Dino stared at Vic.

Vic squinted, “What?”

“Ballet?” He said slowly.

Vic’s middle finger popped up off the wheel.

“Only for like a year, mum wanted me out of the house so she could actually sit down. We just did ‘fairy circles’ most of the time.”

“I did ballroom dancing,” Dino offered.

Vic was quiet. Then she snorted in a way that sounded like it almost hurt her nose.

Vic rolled them to a stop at the traffic lights — she looked at Dino. Dino still had a strangle-hold on his belt. She rolled her eyes and turned right.

Dino gasped as the car jolted its way over a dip in the road as Vic steered them through a gate. She craned her neck with the muttering of “children, children, don’t hit the children” before Vic parked them in the shade of a wiry looking tree. The car idled for a rumbling moment and then came to a quiet rest, the keys jangled in Vic’s hand.

Dino peered out the window. They were in a parking lot, surrounded by long stretches of grass playing fields and some kind of hard, green tarmac court. It was empty, with only a few pink and grey birds eating at the seeds on the field.

“Okay,” Vic said and unclipped her belt. “Swap.”

“What?” Dino blinked as Vic popped the door and got out. He rushed to follow, gravel loose under his foot and he had to grab at the car’s door not to slip.

“The car park will be empty for a few hours. There’s no PSSA today so the field’s not in use.”

“Okay?” Dino uttered before he watched, wide eyed, as Vic shuffled passed him and sat in the passenger side. “Vic?”

“Take your time,” she said idly as she adjusted the aircon grates and buckled herself in.

Dino gawked at Vic. Gawked at the empty driver’s seat. Gawked at the keys in the ignition.

“Vic,” Dino wheezed, “I do not have a driver’s permit! This is illegal!”

“Oh it’s fine,” Vic assured, “I’ve got my black licence, so I’m qualified to teach ya. I mean, you’re meant to be at least on your L’s to handle a car but—”

“Vic!”

Vic just laughed at him through the open window.

This was illegal! Vic would get into trouble with the law for this! Civilian law cared about who drove what, and Dino was not allowed to drive a car! Not in Sydney!

“Oh don’t freak out, just get behind the wheel. You’ve done this before, it’s like riding a bike.”

Dino decided not to tell Vic about all the times he had ridden a bike, and with great misery and dismay, shuffled his way around Bumpa’s dent-ridden boot to the driver’s side. He set himself in the seat in a way that allowed the least amount of ass to upholstery and nearly had a panic attack when his toe nudged the accelerator.

Dino closed the door and sat, knees pressed together and Enzo clutched in his hands.

“You can’t drive with something in your lap,” Vic said after a long silence.

Dino squeaked out a noise.

Slowly, he moved Enzo across to Vic who took him gently into her lap. With nothing to do with his hands, Dino let his palms touch the wheel.

The last time Dino had been in a driver’s seat had been in the Academy’s Vehicular Instruction Class. It was an elective, a choice between that or Toxins and Exposure 2.

It had started off well enough. Most of Dino’s grade had never even sat in the front seat of a car, let alone driven one. Amongst the precious sons and pampered daughters of Dons and Masters alike, Dino was “right where we want him at this time of semester” — which Dino quickly learnt was teacher-talk for “epitome of average”. The class had churned through booklets and videos, seminars spent listening to master-class mechanics who could identify an engine piece by smell. They learnt everything from how to parallel park to how to hot-wire, all within the safety of the classroom.

This was all just a precaution, after all. The same as the ‘Toxins and Exposure’ course. You were being kidnapped. You were being hunted. One day, you may need to break out of a car. One day you may need to steal a car. One day you may need to drive a car.

Dino swallowed as Vic continued to sit in the passenger side. She didn’t rush him, just sat there and traced the scute mosaic of Enzo’s shell. Dino touched the keys in the ignition and twisted.

The class had been brought out to a large plot of paved land, stocked with several cars and instructors. Drive a course, follow the instructor’s directions and break when asked. Simple. It was only the first practical lesson of the block.

Dino never saw the end of it. He still remembered the sharp jolt of fear as the professor snapped, face red with frustration. He still remembered the burn of humiliation as all those eyes watched him walk back to the coach.

Dino’s report card for VIT had read an exact 6. The minimum for a pass.

Vic’s black car lurched forward. Branches of that wiry tree scraped across the windscreen, woodchip mulch crunched under the wheels.

“Reverse!” Vic shrieked, eyes wide and a vaguely hysteric laugh on her lips. “Put it in reverse Dino!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Dino gasped and fumbled with the gear stick.

Dino craned his neck to see around as the car rolled backwards into the open space of the parking lot. He put it in drive. The car rolled on and, despite the lot being empty, Dino put on his blinker to turn left.

Or, he tried to. Dino screamed and proceeded to hit the brakes hard as the wipers screeched across the windscreen.

Vic smacked the dashboard and wheezed like some kind of locomotive as Dino slapped at the gears to try and stop the wipers. Fluid squirted, the wipers went faster.

“Vic!” Dino sobbed, before screaming again when his foot eased off the brakes and they lurched forward. “Vic!”

“Okay, okay,” Vic gasped, eyes all foggy with hysteric tears as she reached over. “Left side is wipers, right side is blinker. Pull the stick down.”

Dino rushed to obey and snapped the stick down twice, and finally those flailing arms of terror settled back in their place. The windshield was streaky. Dino sat there for a bit and slumped back in the seat when all the noise stopped.

Vic held Enzo up to the window, his little foot touched the glass. She made no indication of taking over the wheel at any time. Dino let out a whine of misery and placed his hands back on the wheel, taking his foot off the break he had been trying to dig into the floor mat.

The car bounced as they drove across a stretch of road pocked with potholes, random bumps from wandering tree roots and grass-fuzzy cracks. Dino clutched the wheel, shoulders bunched up tight as he steered jerkily.

But he didn’t crash. And slowly, oh so slowly, Dino picked up speed.

Dino swore there wasn’t a tree there last time.

Vic screamed. Then she laughed, a hysteric, panicked laugh as she pushed herself back in her chair.

“No! No, you’re fine, keep going!” She assured, eyes wide and smile wider as they went sailing over a tree root, the assorted Woolworths bags in the boot falling over each other.

Dino wheezed and eased off the accelerator, the car cruising the parking lot at a more manageable speed. He jerked the wheel to turn a corner, Vic gripped the front console. But she was still laughing as she pointed to the little white-lined boxes and told him to try and park. He gripped the wheel and entirely overshot the lot Vic had pointed at, so they went around again.

Dino watched the flat fields roll past the windows, the uneven bitumen under the wheels no longer alarming and loud. Dino was confused.

The last time he had been in a driver’s seat — a white Mercedes Benz with so many little switches and dials — the hood had smoked like a cigar, the engine choked like it had a tumour. Three of four wheels had popped, his chair had, for some reason, had slipped all the way back until he had to crane to reach the wheel. The car had lurched and stalled, responded too fast then not at all. Dino had been on the verge of tears as the instructor had slapped the dashboard in frustration.

This car — Bumpa, the beat up, black Holden with a crackly radio that only took CDs and cassettes — grumbled under his touch, but didn’t groan. It bounced over the speedbumps, but the suspension held. He turned the wheel and the car followed suit, only as hesitant as he was.

Dino was confused. He was doing okay.

But he was alone. None of his men were here. They were all on a different continent, different hemisphere! Reborn wasn’t watching, there was no pressing will to live, fear of death. So why? Why was Dino doing so—

Vic laughed. Enzo clutched to her chest, Vic laughed as they half-mounted a speed bump as Dino tried to make a turn into a parking spot. Her foot stomped on the floor mat, muscle memory reaching for the breaks. In the hazy midday of winter, Vic’s teeth were exposed, bared as she grinned and wheezed, the car rumbling and bumping on the cracked tarmac.

He felt it then. The little whisper, the little warmth. Something he hadn’t felt in — years. The tentative hope, the giddiness of home. Dino felt it then.

Dino of the Cavallone was Courting Vic Hunt.

“Break!” Vic shouted and Dino stomped on the break.

The thin leaves of a wattle slapped across the windscreen as they came to a sharp stop. The licence plate of Bumpa gently kissed the thick bark. In the quiet, the window wipers pushed the nuts and dead leaves off.

Shaking, Dino got out of the car. The dashboard beeped with the keys still in the ignition.

Vic stumbled out the passenger side, legs weak and laughs drunken-bubbly as she staggered along the side of the car. She whooped as she pulled herself up on the boot, legs dangling off the edge as she laid on the rear window.

Her skin felt tingly, adrenaline and something warm all through her nerves. She breathed deep through her teeth and felt the cool air fill her chest, fill her skin.

“You are okay?” Dino asked, and when Vic looked up, he was standing a sensible six-feet away.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine!” Vic assured and let her head thunk back on the window. “Fuck, ponyboy, you sure can drive!”

“Sorry,” Dino chuckled weakly, he wrung his hands. Felt the warmth, felt the tug. Dino didn’t take the bait. He couldn’t do that to Vic. “I’ll…I’ll buy dinner? Or we could make dinner, you said something about garlic bread?”

“The fact that garlic bread isn’t actually Italian is deceit in the highest form!” Vic announced, “And I deserve at least two loaves of garlic bread, excuse you!”

The car bounced as Vic kicked her legs and gestured wildly of the legacy of ‘garlic bread’ and ‘bruschetta’. Dino smiled and hoisted himself up onto the boot beside Vic, the car bouncing under their combined weight as Vic teased the screams of panic he had made while driving. Dino slapped her arm and she went for his face, the car shook under them. Enzo sat on the roof, basking.

#fanfiction #khr #leftnotright #ao3 #katekyo hitman reborn #textbook education #dino cavallone #oc #canon divergent au #university #pre-canon

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theinsanecrayonbox · 7 months

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Sabretooth War part 3

Well…it’s better than the first two, and you know why I think that is

Lavalle seems to be helming this one. I went back to check Part 2 and yeah

Percy helmed the first two (and they had a diff artist interesting). So I’m wondering if they’re just gonna switch off issues.

Also

Arkady is once again Sir Not Appearing. Then again, almost all of these characters don’t appear in this issue, so idk what to make of this section anymore. But it’s weird right, that the rest of the X-Force cast AND the guest characters are here, but not him.

Anyways, story time. Geeze let’s see if I can remember because I read it last night but my phone refused to let me post about it, and this story does not have particularly great staying power…

We open on the Team X flashbacks as the previews told us. Savage and Camo call Vic out on not being a good leader

Wait he’s got metal bones again?? Would’ve been nice to have SEEN that happen instead of being TOLD about it. Also Savage knows Weapon X? I would’ve thought being Savageland lady her works might not have had one…huh. But wait, this is alternate reality adamantium; does it work the same, have the same poisoning effects, is that why Vic isn’t using his brain because the metals are rotting it away?? Is that where the adamantium coils came from? Did you melt some of alternate Red’s coils for your bones?? Boy what an uninteresting line of questions glad we skipped that story beat /sarcasm

Uh…what happened next…I think we followed Victor to bed?? Quinten’s head is in the jar like Headpool; it’s Orchis tech that apparently took a long time to learn how to use properly (again great job not showing us a good story). Vic takes a nap…Quinten makes a psychic call…to the Pit Gang

ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I was again JOKING about the whale jumping!! WHY is this a thing??? And oh look I was right, it doesn’t save the story.

Wait you guys had reality hopping too? HOW? WHY?? Yeah ok, we got screwed out of a whole miniseries for this gorefest didn’t we. Two boats reality hopping, earning character development, screwing up so many timelines, THAT’S an Exiles storyline, not…this. Argh.

Pit Gang is annoyed that they have to go back to work, but decide to do it anyways in a scene after the next bit, but I’m just summarizing it now because really, I don’t wanna focus on these guys longer than needed, they really are a distraction from the main focus.

Back with the SabreSquad, Savage and Camo are conspiring

Uhg gross. 1) that’s still a terrible retcon for Laura. 2) you actually are a clone because the respawn team made a second you (you) when the original you (Talon) was thought dead in the Vault, plus you have metal bones. 3) oh geeze they’re using alpha/beta/omega language, uh…not my fault (please don’t be my fault) (*I know it’s not really just laugh at the bit*)

Savage rips Laura’s jaw off, because we needed some ***sExY vIoLeNcE**{tm}. But hey, this and ripping into Camo earlier were the only gore fights this time, so it isn’t as bad as the others (so…Percy is the pointless gorehound…that seems to track). Oh and as a lady who suffers from scruff, Savage having some works fine for me; it was weird she was so smooth before, but I agree some with the tags that she needs some more muscle bulk and a bit of height.

Anyways, after torturing Laura it’s more conspiring to overthrow Victor time

1) No Camo you weren’t there when they fought Graydon, we have no idea where you came from. You might’ve been on the ship awaiting decapitation sure, but you didn’t escape and help beat up Graydon with the others. Lavalle wrote that part, how’d he forget?? 2) well we know from April solicits how this subplot will end, thanks marketing spoilers! 3) Pretty Boy really did have the braincell huh, cause this isn’t a good plan

We kinda bookend the issue with another Team X flashback as Vic is dreaming. He wakes up, Quinten head is also dreaming? It plays some sort of a map that Logan doesn’t like? Idk, but Vic is all “haha lemme derail what little plot there is and go do that instead next time” The End

Overall this issue was better than the previous 2, but it’s still not good. It very much feels like we cut out an important storyline just to do this, and yet now we are already bored of this and are cutting it short to switch to something else completely (gee I feel Ike I’ve said that about Percy storylines before). The flashbacks, though nice and will probably have a forced pay off eventually, feel out of place in this story format. There was less over the top gore and more focus on characterization so that’s good. But then we cut away focus for the Pit Gang and that kinda stalled things out; we already have too large of a cast of characters not getting enough focus (some completely forgotten) and this just adds yet another group that we’re not really gonna care about because they aren’t either of the title characters.

This whole thing is just confuzzling. Still gonna keep with it, but man, it’s still not going good.

#kp reads comics #kp rants about comics #sabretooth war #victor creed #sabretooth

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yedithwrites · 1 year

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Relationship Snippet!

Tagged by @liv-is a while back. Sorry it took me so long to get to this!

See her post here!!

Rules: Share a few lines or a snippet that sums up the main relationship(s) in your WIP.

I'm doing a snippet from Good Friends (as usual lol).

I wanted to pick a scene that had more characters, but this one just makes the most sense for this tag.

Vic throws his arms around [me and Ari], all his gear gone, and we topple to the ground with his weight. “You’re heavy—" But my complaint is interrupted by a laugh bubbling out of my mouth. Ari’s laugh follows mine, and he’s close enough his breath brushes my neck. Vic releases a series of curse words, sneaking in a few words of affection between them. He punches me in the shoulder. “Ow, the hell?” “You deserve it, asshole. Hope you know what you put us through.” He lays on his back, sighing, the fight melting away from him. Ari and I lay down too, so all three of our heads are almost touching. The sky is dark above us, not a sign of a star through the bright lights of the stadium. But this place doesn’t seem as scary as before. None of us speak for a long time, and it’s comforting to hear them breathing. “I love you guys,” I say. “Yeah, we know. You told us after you almost cracked your head open in the elevator,” Vic says. “Still insufferable when you’re drunk, huh?” “Wow, rude.” “Ari agrees with me.” Ari laughs instead of answering. “See?” Vic says.

Tagging @thesorcerersapprentice @queenkalico @rubywrite and anyone else who might be interested!

#my writing #good friends #tag game #writer game #writeblr

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scrapyardboyfriends · 1 year

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Checked the emmerdale twitter tag to see what happened in today's episode...

So they really are going with this Jacob/Vic thing huh? Sigh. I mean if they hadn't had her date David, it would be less weird but since they did, it's all just too weird. And not only that, it's just dumb because I feel like they're only doing it for David's exit. But like...has there even been any build up to this? All I've gotten from reading the spoilers is that she almost killed him because of his nut allergy. How did this somehow translate into him being into her and her even considering it? I'm so confused. Hahaha.

Also...seriously rolling my eyes at this whole Gail and Ryan thing. They just love their multiple layers of secret children don't they.

I mean we got Cain being the secret son of Zak and then having a secret son, Nate.

We had Caleb being the secret son of Faith and Frank Tate and then having a secret son in Nicky.

And now we have Ryan, secret son of Charity, having a secret son with Gail who of course has cancer.

I just....can't they come up with anything new?

#emmerdale complaints corner

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aspenmissing · 1 year

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𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

The Impala drives down a road lined with trees and past a sign. Y/N in the driver's seat, per usual with Dean in the passenger and Sam in the backseat, leaning forwards with a map in his hands and a torch.

"The radio around here sucks," Dean says, reaching over and turning the music off. Y/N nods and keeps her eyes on the road while Dean turns his head to Sam. "Come on, man. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."

"No, I -- I agree. It's a hell of a case," Sam says, lifting his head up from his map and nodding before going straight back down.

"A little more gusto, please," Y/N says, looking back at Sam. Dean points at Y/N as he spoke to Sam.

"See, we're on the same wavelength," he says, making Y/N chuckle. Sam closes the map he was holding and looks forward at the road in front of him.

"It's just... the world is coming to an end," Sam says, looking between his siblings, who nod. "Things are a little complicated, you know?"

"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway," Y/N says, looking at Sam through the rear-view mirror, catching his eyes. "But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads. Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case," she says. Sam looks at her in confusion as lightning strikes down from the sky.

By morning, the three arrive at the Oktoberfest 2008 Town square, where many people are walking around. They get out of the Impala, dressed as Federal Agents, straightening themselves up.

"We still got to see the new Raiders movie," Y/N says.

"Saw it," Sam says.

"Yeah, me too," Dean says.

"Without me?" Y/N asks, looking at her brothers with playful offense.

"You were in hell," Dean says as he and Sam look around, Y/N still looking between the two.

"That's no excuse," she says playfully, shaking her head. She looks away to see a cart with big pretzels and nudges Dean as he follows her gaze.

"Big pretzel!" They say in unison before walking off. Sam smiles, shaking his head at his older siblings' alikeness. Y/N takes two pretzels from the vendor while Dean grabs one.

"Thank you," Y/N says.

"Yeah, thanks," Dean says. Sam walks over to the two, and Y/N passes the other pretzel to Sam.

"Thank you," he says as the three take a bite of their pretzels. A woman in uniform walks past the three.

"Guten tag," she says, walking past them. Dean watches her walk away.

""Guten tag" yourself," Dean says with a mouth full of pretzel. Sam looks over at a man in a Sheriff uniform, talking to a couple. He nudges Dean and Y/N, gesturing to the sheriff.

"Mmm. Looks like that's our man," Sam says. The three walk over to the Sheriff.

"Sheriff Dietrich," Y/N says, causing the Sheriff to turn around and face them.

"Are you the guys from the fed?" he asks. Y/N nods. The three take out their fake badges, showing them to the Sheriff.

"Agent Kinsley," Y/N says and nods to her brothers, "Agents Angus and Young." She places her badge back in her jacket pocket, followed by her brothers. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem."

"Right," the Sheriff said. "Um... I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"

The Sheriff leads them to the morgue where he opens a door and pulls out a body that was covered with a sheet. Moving the top part of the sheet, it reveals a woman. He looks at Dean, Y/N, and Sam.

"Marissa Wright, 26. Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season," Sheriff says, frowning.

"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed," Sam says. Dean turns the body's head and sees two dark puncture marks on her neck like a vampire bite.

"What the hell?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, you got me," the Sheriff says as Dean, Y/N, and Sam share a serious look. "I mean, this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe."

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness," Y/N says, looking back at the Sheriff.

"Yeah, I wished I didn't. But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable." The three siblings share a look before the Sheriff covers Marissa's face with the sheet and pushing her back in, Sam closing the door.

Y/N, Sam, and Dean head to a bar where the staff are wearing Oktoberfest costumes, and the entire bar is filled to the brim with customers and tourists. They head to the bar where the woman who greeted them outside is now handing glasses of beer to another woman as she walks away. The waitress looks at them.

"I remember you," the blonde woman says, crossing her arms.

"And I remember you..." Dean trails off, looking at her name badge. "Jamie. I never forget a pretty...everything." Y/N shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

"We're looking for Ed Brewer," Sam says, causing Jamie to look at him in confusion.

"What do you want with Ed?" she asks.

"Well, we are uh...federal agents," Y/N says, the three of them showing their badges. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just need to -"

"Wait a minute. You're a fed?" Jamie asks. "Wow, you don't come on like a fed. Seriously?" Dean leans towards her.

"I'm a maverick, ma'am," he says. Sam and Y/N look at Dean and furrow their eyebrows at this. "A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by: the rules." He winks at Jamie, causing Y/N to scoff.

"Right, keep telling yourself that," Y/N says, sarcastically.

"Um, so where can we find Mr. Brewer?" Sam asks. Jamie points them over to a table that Ed was, and they sit across from him, who uncaps his beer stein and drinks.

"If I wasn't on a case right now, I would have downed that beer stein by now," Y/N mutters. Sam and Dean chuckle before the three turn serious again and look at Ed.

"I told the cops everything I saw," Ed says, pointing at the three. "No one believes me. Why should you be any different?"

"Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different," Y/N says, nodding her head.

"I spoke the God's honest truth," Ed says. "And now I'm the town joke."

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us," Sam says. "And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem."

"We have a lot of experience with strange," Dean adds. Ed nods his head slowly before uncapping the beer stein and drinks again. He puts it down and gives them a thumbs up before talking.

"It was just after midnight," he says. "I just left here, and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was... struggling too much. And this man, he was -- well, he was biting her neck."

"Can you describe her assailant?" Sam asks.

"Oh, he was a vampire," Ed replies.

"Okay, right," Y/N says. "And by that, you mean -"

"You know, a vampire," Ed says. Y/N nods.

"Uh huh."

"Yeah."

"So, he looked like -" Y/N starts.

"He looked like a vampire," Ed says. "You know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."

"You mean like a Dracula?" Dean asks. Ed points at him.

"Exactly, like a Dracula. Right down to the accent," Ed says.

"The accent?" Sam repeats. Ed nods his head.

"Yep."

"What did he say?" Sam asks.

"You know, something like..." Ed raises his arm over his face as if he has a cape on. "Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!" He lowers his arm to his side. "You do believe me, don't you?" Dean, Sam, and Y/N exchange a look. Y/N shakes her head, standing up.

"I'm off to the bar. Meet you two there," she says, walking over to the bar where she meets Jamie. "So, you got a beer back there for me?"

"I don't know, Agent Kinsley, you off duty?" Jamie asks, smirking.

"And then some," Y/N replies, smirking back. Jamie chuckles and turns away from Y/N. Sam and Dean then come over.

"So, what do you two think?" Y/N asks as Sam picks up a napkin with a woman's lipstick print on. The three then lean against the bar facing the room. "Goth, psycho, vampire wannabe, right?"

"Definitely not our kind of case," Sam replies.

"Agreed. But who cares?" Dean says as the three walk towards a table. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, brother. Beer and bar wenches." They take a seat at a table.

"Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole 'wench' thing, Dean," Sam says.

"Definitely not," Y/N agrees, shaking her head.

"Hey, bar wench, get me a beer," Dean calls out to Jamie.

"Coming up, good sir!" Jamie replies in a sing-song voice. Sam closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"I stand corrected," Y/N mutters.

"Guys, Oktoberfest," Dean says, smiling at the two.

"There you two go," Jamie says, placing down two beers in front of Dean and Y/N before turning to Sam. "What can I get you?" Sam goes to answer, but Dean beats him to it.

"Oh, he doesn't drink. He's a Christian scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts," Jamie laughs, causing Dean to smile more.

"You're funny," she says.

"I'm a lot more than that. I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time you get off?" Dean asks.

"Ha ha. Like I said, 'funny,'" Jamie says before walking away. Sam and Y/N turn their heads to Dean, smirking.

"Yikes, that could have gone better," she says. Dean glares at her.

"Shut up," he says, taking a drink of his beer. Y/N looks over at the bar to see a young male leaning against it, talking to Jamie. Y/N looks him up and down, smiling.

"Now that's a specimen," she says. The brothers look at her confused before following her line of sight to the man. Dean scoffs.

"Seriously?" he says, shaking his head. He looks to Sam. "And you tell me to behave on cases."

"It is time to right some wrongs," Y/N says, taking a sip of her beer.

"Come again?" Sam asks.

"Look at me. I mean, I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right?" Y/N says, gesturing to herself. "No bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude, sadly..." She smiles. "That my virginity is intact."

"What?" The brothers ask in unison.

"I have been re-hymenated," she replies, taking another drink.

"Re--?" Sam laughs. "Please. Y/N, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that."

"I mean they could," Dean says, shrugging. Sam looks between the twins, shaking his head.

"You two really do share brain cells," he says.

"Brothers, I have been re-hymenated," Y/N says, clasping the two on their backs. "And the lady will not abide."

"All right, lady. Well, you go do whatever you got to do, and I'm gonna go back to the room and get some sleep," Sam says, standing up.

"I'm gonna go too. Want a bright and early day tomorrow," Dean says, staring at Jamie. "Plenty of things to do." The brothers then leave the bar. Y/N stays seated and drinks her beer.

"Now, why is a beautiful lady such as yourself sat all on her own?" A British voice asks. She lifts her head up to see the man from before standing beside her.

"Maybe because I like to sit alone," she replies. The man smiles at her, shaking his head.

"You've got fire," he replies. "It suits you dearly. Mind if I sit?" He gestures to the seat opposite her. She shakes her head. The man sits in the seat.

"So, Tiger. Why are you sat alone? And why are you dressed in such a formal outfit while on a night out?" He asks, gesturing to her agent uniform.

"First of all, pal, don't call me tiger," she replies, squinting her eyes at him. "And second, I'm working right now and I work better when I'm alone." The man chuckles.

"Does drinking beer come with the job?" The man asks. Y/N shakes her head, holding back a smile but failing.

"Fine. I was working, but I'm off duty right now," she replies.

"Off duty? What are you, some kind of officer?" The man asks.

"I'm an agent," she replies, taking a drink of her beer.

"Well, Tiger, I can say that I've never met an agent who is this beautiful," the man says.

"I told you not to call me Tiger," Y/N replies, glaring at him.

"Well, what can I call you?" He asks. Y/N sighs and looks at him.

"Y/N," she mutters. The man smiles.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," he says, holding his hand out. "I'm Mike." The two shake hands. Y/N looks at her watch and sees the time, groaning and rubbing her eyes.

"It's been a pleasure talking to you, Mike. But I gotta go," she says, standing up. Mike follows.

"Can we talk again tomorrow?" He asks. "You know before I leave." Y/N shakes her head.

"I wish I could," she replies. "I don't think me and my partners are staying on this case."

"The case about the murders?" He asks. Y/N looks at him in confusion. "Word gets around quick." She nods her head. "So what's wrong with it? Is it too weird for you?"

"Not weird enough," Y/N replies.

The next day, Sam, Dean, and Y/N sit across from a woman at an outside table. The woman is slurping loudly from a large cup, and the siblings exchange a look. She places the large cup down, staring at the three.

"And then it just -- it just tore Rick into little pieces," she says.

"Ma'am, we understand how hard this is, but can you describe the creature?" Y/N asks.

"Oh," she says, taking another slurp of her drink. "It was a werewolf."

"A werewolf?" Sam asks.

"Mhm," the woman replies, nodding her head.

"You're sure?" Dean asks.

"Oh, yeah. With the furry face, and the black nose, and the claws and... " She trails off. "and the torn-up pants and shirt. Like from the old movies," she says. Y/N and Dean raise an eyebrow, their faces blank.

"Um..." Sam trails off, looking at his siblings before back to the woman.

"Well, okay, so... Thank you for your time," Y/N says, smiling at her as the three get up. The woman leans back in her seat and slurps at her drink again while the three leave her alone.

The three arrive at the morgue again to look at the body. They walk over to where the bodies are kept.

"First a Dracula and now a full-on movie time Wolf Man?" Dean says and looks at Y/N. "What the hell is going on in this town?" She shrugs. Sam opens one of the storage drawers and pulls out a body. He unzips the body bag, and the three groan in disgust at the smell.

"Damn!" Y/N says, face scrunched up in disgust.

"All right." Sam pulls out a pencil from his pocket and points at the body. "Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe." He pulls out some shredded flesh from the corpse with the pencil. "Look at those bite marks. Right down to the bone... and deeper."

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf," Dean says.

"Yeah, except, look." Y/N grabs Sam's pencil and points it at the heart. "The heart's still there in one piece. They never leave the heart behind."

"Thus, I reiterate -- what the hell is going on?" Dean asks, looking between the two. The sheriff enters the morgue holding an envelope.

"Well, I was hoping you three could tell me. I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibers we found on the body." He pulls out a plastic bag from the envelope. "Canine. Wolf hairs." Sam turns his head to Dean and Y/N, and the three exchange a look.

"I'm getting a headache," Dean says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The three are sat in the bar they were in last night eating, the three-looking puzzled at their case.

"I don't know, guys," Dean says, looking at the two. "Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolf Man. Is that it?" He takes a sip of his beer.

"I don't know. I mean, Wolf Man seems real enough. Makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess," Sam says.

"Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth," Y/N says, stuffing chips in her mouth.

"Yeah," Sam agrees and Dean nods.

"So, what? We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" Dean asks. Jamie brings over another round of beers for the three.

"Looks like you guys are staying a while," she says, placing them on the table. "I heard about Rick Deacon."

"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for our department," Dean replies, staring at Jamie.

"Well, beers are on me," Jamie says. She looks at Y/N. "And, just so you know, I get off at midnight tonight. How about we have a girl's night out?" Y/N smiles up at her, nodding.

"Sure thing. I'll see you tonight," she says.

"Okay, then," Jamie says, walking away. Dean shakes his head.

"So unfair," he mutters. Sam and Y/N laugh as three lift the beers to their mouths, Y/N stopping.

"Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat?" She asks. Sam and Dean look at her. "That would be cool."

#supernatural #older sister winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #reader insert

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archersartcorner · 3 years

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A collection of Vic doodles I did a few months ago Cus Im Thinkin About Him

Bonus Gen 3 Yes Man!

#my art #fallout new vegas #courier six #very briefly lmao #victor fnv #what is Vic’s tag. huh.#victor fallout #yes man #yes man fnv #both of these guys just. huh. those are Names certainly #vic is very protective of six. just a dumb lil kid that got stuck in some bad business #his bond with six is kinda what ends up giving him some really strong sentience. strong enough that he helps six escape the 38 when he-#-refuses to hand the chip back. six takes him to Emily so she can strip the security protocols like with yes man #and then vic is just. r o g u e. but he feels like he owes six but six feels like he was just repayin him for saving his life #and it just leads to a cycle of those two just carin for each other for no other reason than they love each other #I wanna say. if Arcade is a father figure for six. vic is either Also a dad or is like. Cool Uncle figure #hsvdhsvsvshsh anyway #courier valerio #not described

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fungi-maestro · 2 years

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I couldn't sleep so I drew a couple of these guys. I feel much better!

#sealarts #the question #vic sage #Rorschach #watchmen #not tagging Ted bc he's just hanging around in this #little midnight art action huh? whats not to love #this is when I'm my most productive (blatant lie)#anyway it just seems natural to draw sleepless detectives when im having an insomnia thang.#its like how pliny the elder told people to eat walnuts for headaches bc they looked similar #walnuts and the brain that is #sorry im so tired #ok i go to bed now. it feels nice to post some stuff again

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svtskneecaps · 2 years

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ok twelve hours from now i need someone to come in and say HEY VIC GO FINISH WHAT YOU WERE DOING LAST NIGHT

#shut up vic #as a present for those of you who still read the tags i was working on a soulmate au #i said i was still trying to finish the series and i stand by that #not sure if this will even slightly be the same tone as the rest of them but i'm trying something new and funky with it so we'll see #worst comes to worst i can just release it separate like i did with the wonwoo one #then you get TWO soulmate aus for this member fancy that #could release what i had for the seokmin one that felt unsatisfactory as well ig we'll see #all depends on demand i suppose #anyway i was hoping to finish it tonight but i got sidetracked #and i have a 9:30 so uhhhhhh need to sleep while i can still scrape five hours #i don't THINK i'll be swamped in hw but ig we'll see how my professors are feeling tomorrow huh

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

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"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

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