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Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 2/10

Part 3 will be Pedri's POV which I'm really excited about! 😊

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

Of course Marcella had friends. However, they were also her biggest rivals, and right now they were winning.

"Thank you Marcella, that's enough." To her friends amusement, Señor Garcia stopped playing the piano, cutting her singing short.

"Is there something wrong, señor?"

"Yes, Marcella. I specifically asked you to perform an original song. This was not it, meaning you've failed this week's assignment."

"But señor...."

Her friends, Beatrice and Olga, giggled behind her back. All three of them were meant to perform this week's assignment in front of their teacher. Marcella however, was the only one to fail.

"I'll be forced to fail you unless you can present an original piece by the end of this week."

"Right" She nodded. With that she was free to leave the auditorium, expected to get back to work on her musical piece whilst Señor Garcia helped Beatrice and Olga perfect theirs.

"...by the end of this week." Marcella said, taunting the voice that was Señor Garcia's. Of course she knew what the week's assignment had been, however, her song wasn't finished yet.

"How am I supposed to finish writing a song that I can't relate to?" She asked no one.

"Lie." Someone yawned.

Marcella screamed.

She had left the auditorium only to return to the abandoned classroom next door, where Señor Garcia stocked all the instruments. There were no lights, except for the string of it shining through a small basment window. She was sitting behind the piano when there was movment on the old sofa in the corner of the room.

"Aghh, please. Can't you see that I'm trying to sleep?"

"Pedri?"

He sat up, letting his cupped hands drop from his ears. He looked fresh from a nap, wearing a black sweater, his dark hair tousled up underneath the hood.

"Mierda, you scared me!" Marcella tried recollecting her exhilarated breath. "What are you doing in here?" The room belonged to the music program and the music program only. The school prioritized football above all other curriculums, with their own private lounges and newly renovated locker rooms. Couldn't Pedri Gonzalez have found a better place to sleep over there?

"The door was open." He shrugged and rubbed his tired eyes before pushing off with his arm to sit up straight. "Let's hear it then."

"Hear what?"

"This unfinished song of yours."

"What?"

"The one that Señor wants you to finish by the end of the week."

"How did you..."

"Thin walls." He smirked.

"Still, you came here to take a nap? In the room right next to the music auditorium."

"Like I said, the door was open."

Marcella stayed put behind the piano, a skeptical look on her face as Pedri made the effort to stand. He was sort of slow in his movements, supporting himself against a wall, like an old man with an aching body.

"Got any snacks?" He asked, walking over to the piano, cranking his neck and snapping his knuckles.

"No." Marcella muttered.

He plotted down beside her. Without invitation, she might add.

"A shame."

"What is?" She turned to look at him, heart fluttering when he smiled at her.

"The fact that you don't have any snacks."

Heat rose to her face, but Marcella was quick to diverge her attention back to the sheet music in front of her. Grabbing them, she said, "If you don't mind. I have a song to write."

"I don't mind." Pedri sat back as if not to disturb.

Marcella turned back to him with a frown on her face. "I meant like, can you leave?"

The line between his eyebrows wrinkled a little. It left Marcella feelig guilty. "I just really need to finish this assignment." She mumbled, in all honesty. Writing a song wasn't easy to begin with, rewriting one also took time. Time that she didn't have.

"Play it for me."

"W..what?"

Pedri said so with such grace. "Play the song for me, perhaps it's not that bad? Maybe it's just señor Garcia who has mistake his wives underwear for his own?"

Marcella chuckled with uncertainty. "What does that mean?"

Pedri mimicked her expression, smiling as he leaned towards her. He whispered, "It means he's up tight....in the ass."

She shook her head, regretting having fueld his ego by laughing at such a cheap joke.

"Now you haven't got all day Marcella. Are you gonna play me the song or not?"

She was hesitant, but only because the way Pedri said her name threw her off. Pressing down on the piano keys, she regained some composure. Marcella didn't look to him, avoiding eye contact at all cost. However, she could see out of the corner of her eye that Pedri observed her causiosully, not saying a word until she'd finished playing.

"Aren't you supposed to sing to it?" His eye traveled to the sheet music where there was lyrics written underneath every measure.

"Like I said, it's not finished." Marcella let her hands rest on her knees.

"No? What's missing?" He suprised her that the conversation between the two was still ongoing, with Pedri sounding genuinely interested.

"Well first of all, I lost about three sheets in the parking lot the other day." And she had plans to make Gavi pay for that. "And overall I don't like the instructions for this assignment."

"Which are."

"Well..." She cleared her throat. "Señor Garcia wants it to be a love song."

"I see." Pedri nodded.

"You do?"

"Sure. You're obviously struggling to write about something you've never experienced before."

"I've obviously felt loved." Marcella corrected, a bit taken aback that he could pin point her struggles so accurately. "I mean my parents love me and my dog..."

"Yes, but that wasn't the assignment, was it?"

Marcella frowned. "What do you know anyway?"

"Like I said, the walls are thin and it's not the first time I've taken a nap in here. I've been hearing señor Garcia go off on you guys for the past few weeks now."

"I know." She groaned. "His ass is really uptight"

Pedri's eyes widened, along with his face that transformed with his bubbly laughter.

"What?" She blushed. "You said it first, not I."

"I know." He laughed. "But it's sounded way better coming out of your mouth." He stared at it, her mouth. And for a second all time stood still. However, Pedri was the first one to break eye contact. "So let's take a look at the lyrics then."

She snorted "What do you know about writing lyrics?"

"I know I'd never rhyme, time, with crime or crazy with lazy, when I'm trying to write a heartfelt love song. And why are you singing in English anyway?" To her suprise, he really looked genuinely displeased, forcing Marcella to come up with a logical answer. "Well I sound better singing in English."

"Bullshit."

Her eyes widened.

"You sang the national anthem in Español, no?"

"Yes, and?"

"And..." His voice lost volume.

"Sorry, what was that?"

He mumbled something under his breath.

"I'm sorry Pedri, I can't really..."

"I said..." He groand, "You sounded beautiful....singing in Spanish."

And for the second time all space and time seized to function. Marcella didn't know what was happening or what it meant, but it made her uncertain of herself in the presence of Pedri. He was tampering with her emotions somehow, making her feel things that she didn't want to feel.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #fc barcelona #pedri x reader #pedri/gavi #pedri #pedrito #pedri x black reader #pedri gonzalez #pablo gavi #gavi

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yunogf · 3 years

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No cus like why isn’t he getting any brand ambassador shit, more acting gigs, song features, variety show things like what is going on in SM’s camp, like this is worse promotion than JYP, SM could at LEAST have our bf post song covers like what’s going on it’s sick

rmbring the time he was on magazine covers for 5 months in a row.......🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️how many of soomans insta posts does he have to leave a comment under before we can see him employed 😔

#he has a face that should make things easier for him y must he struggle like this 😫#hes one of the most popular members hes pretty &he Can sing so idgi #hes never in any of the random youtube vids they do either #what did he do to get put in the basment #jaehyun stop bringing girls back to the dorm our children want to see their father #replies

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troublesometrollhunters · 3 years

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Hello! I would like to ask for a request please! (Is this how it happens?) but I would like to request the creep slayers helping out Werewolf!reader with their shift on the full moon? Like reader is worried that they’ll accidentally hurt them but instead they end up being a big sweat heart who just loves to chase rabbits and get good scratches behind the ears? You can make it as fluffy as you want or not at all! I do wish for it to be platonic but you can make it romantic if you wish I don’t mind! I hope you have an awesome day! 🤗💖😊 (also feel free to ignore/delete this one if your at all overwhelmed or it breaks the rules or you just don’t feel like it!)

~ You'd gotten into a scuffle with a weird looking dog creature a couple nights ago. It was during one of your patrols and the stupid thing bit you before running off. At the time it only stung a bit, there was some blood but no need for stitches as the bite wasn't deep enough. It shredderd your clothes but thankfully your arm was more or less okay.

~ You'd bandaged it and called it a day thinking nothing of it. But for some reason it'd been itching really bad all day and even stung a bit, you didn't know why. Going to Eli worried it might be infected he seem concerned. After school he took you home and did a couple tests in his room. As he continued looking under his microscope and writing things down, he swallowed nervously once he had his results.

~ Stealing his paper it was all science jargon. You couldn't really understand the prognosis. Eli doesn't want to say anything but after pressuring him because it's your body and he should tell you and after annoying him by asking what certain words meant the nerd gives in. Apprentally that dog that bit you while you were fighting? Not a dog.

~ You call Steve to have a meeting to discuss what you should do. The bite was burning because it was a full moon and in a couple hours you'd transform for the first time. You don't say what's happening over the phone incase Steve panics but it sounds important so he hops on his vespa and skips practice. Apprentally you made it sound wicked scary and he was super concerned about your health. When he gets there and he's handed the paper Eli had made he's confused too. Once Eli and you explain the situation he nods.

"Wait so (Y/N)'s gonna turn into a big slobbery dog?" He asks looking confused.

"A werewolf Steve. I'm gonna transform into a werewolf." You correct and Steve just hums and nods.

"Badass." He states still nodding.

"STEVE!" You and Eli scold and he hums.

~ Steve keeps you calm about the whole situation while Eli begins looking up when there's nights with a full moon. He starts making alarms on your phone for when the full moon will be every month so you can prepare.

~ Steve is pretty excited! His best buds gonna turn into a beast AWESOME! Eli's more on the worried side like you. He's worried you'll get hurt or you'll hurt yourself or you'll hurt someone else? And what happens if you bite someone and this spreads? That could be dangerous but they couldn't just kill you? Your not like other freaks your their friend!!!

~ You decide to have a sleepover that night. You'll watch stupid movies and eat food in the basement and they'll watch you transform and make sure you don't bite anyone before locking you up for the night. It's kinda scary to think about but it's for everyones good.

~ They watch you transform and it's painful. Bones crack, furr sprouts, and sounds a human shouldn't make are made as you growl and whine. Eventually it's done. Steve and Eli run upstairs before locking the door and your left with a raw steak.

~ You begin scratching at the door after awhile. You let out whines like any dog would and howl a bit. After some silence they hear a thud and suddenly it's quiet. Eli suggests they check it out and Steve nods. Neither of them open the door.

~ Finally Steve gives in at Eli's pestering and running into the basment bat out and ready to use your gone. Eli begins panicking as Steve freaks out. Both of them trying to figure out how you got out until they see the basements tiny but now open window.

~ Steve puts Eli on his vespa and they're off searching for you. Eli suggests getting backup but Steve wants to find you. If him and Eli did this they can fix it. Plus he doesn't want to ask Jim for help. They could handle it. After all it's just you. Werewolf or not this is their friend.

~ Armed with squeak toys, raw steak, and silver the boys go searching for you. Eli blows a dog whistle hoping to summon you and Steve squeaks a toy as he holds a bat looking around. Suddenly there's a growl. Turning there you are. Eli panics and throws a ball at your face before hiding behind Steve. Steve holds out his bat concerned.

~ You bark before you roll the ball towards Steves feet. Steve pauses staring at you before slowly placing his bat down. You yip bending down and wiggle your tail as you stare at the ball then him. You nudge it towards him again tail wagging.

~ Steve reaches out and you make pleased sounds as he gives you scratches. Kicking your foot and wagging your tail you pant happy. Your not being threatening and you don't seem like a danger. You basically a big puppy dog.

~ You paw at Steves clothes and suddenly the blonde teen is pinned. You chuff in his face before getting off of him and leaning down. You bounce back and forth and Steve laughs playing with you.

~ Eli makes observations as you and Steve wrestle together. You bark and roll ontop of him pinning the jock as he laughs and struggles underneath you. You get off and bat at him playfully as you two continue to goof off. Surprisingly your very careful and don't try to bite either one of them.

~ You follow them home getting bits of steak as you do. As Eli falls onto his bed next to Steve you lay on top of them and whine before yawning and settling down. Steve pets you to keep you calm and eventually all of you are cuddled together sleeping.

~ When you wake up you have a very intense headache. Your dehydrated and you feel like you ate something awful but otherwise you feel okay. You get breakfast and make some for the boys. When you wake up you make the CreepSlayer sign to show your fine and you all eat as they tell you about last night.

~ It becomes a CreepSlayerz tradition to have a sleepover every full moon and the boys wach over you. Eventually they go on patrols with you in your werewolf form and the creeps get the message not to mess with the CreepSlayerz.

(Might make a part two this was cute)

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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Amphibia Reviews: The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers/A Day at the Aquarium

Last full episode before hiatus! The Kids have a sleepover in the castle that starts like the Princess Diaries 2 and ends in unspeakable horror, while the Plantars try to spend one final day together without getting sad. Sort of like everyone these days without the final part. One last ride under the cut.

Whelp it’s the end for this batch of episodes which is sad, and i’ll genuinely miss covering these every week. Yeah I have other coverage incoming with Ducktales coming back, eeeee, and current Loud House coverage.. but it was still nice to have something to cover this summer and something to watch every week during this blighted year, as i’ve mentioned before there weren’t any BAD episodes just hard to cover ones and I think by the end I figured out how to do that.. mostly by stopping straight up recaps for more condensed ones. Point is I had fun, grew as a reviewer, and it was a good way to kill a few saturdays, sundays and one or two mondays, and that ain’t bad at all. So before we come back for halloween, let’s send off weekly amphibia coverage in style for now, unless it comes back in November and I look stupid, with this week. Let’s go.

The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers

Well this one took a turn. It was also an excellent one as we got more insight into Marcy and Anne’s friendship with Sasha, and some truly excellent horror. Yes, horror. The Plantar kids head to the castle for the evening for a Sleepover. Turns out the king finally did find something, as did Marcy who’s playing coy about what they found in the hidden library I forgot to mention last time because I was covering 4 episodes at once. Anyway King Keith David has a meeting with them tommorow. So the kids are staying with Marcie to have a fun night together while Hop Pop has a night without the kids to get something head to toe.. it’s better not to ask. They also annoy Olivia who goes off to drink.. juice. Yes the hard juice that comes with a lemon wedge and speedoed servant newt.

It’s also our ambigously gay duo’s first sleepover without Sasha, but their confident they can do this themselves while Sprig is hoping i’tll be good as his first sleepover (And has a creepy closeup about formative memories) Cue a fun montage of everryone annoying olivia and getting into hyjinks round the castle from sillys tring, which is shot from critters, to painting moustaches. It’s fun stuff. Then we go from fun stuff to...

As , in order to stay awake, as being the bastion of pleasantness she is Sasha refused to let them sleep till sunrise, Marcy and Anne initate a SCARE DARE! A SCARE DARE! is a scary dare where the person who dosen’t complete it goes in the book of losers. Which of course was Sasha’s idea, both in general concept and the dares done. What a well adjusted young lady! So naturally our heroes go into the basment they were told to stay out of. They get pass Lady Olvia because she’s passed out drunk on hard lemonade, living the dream as it were. ,Anyway they. find a bunch of tombstones, and then Marcy and Anne taking a selfie (Say desecration) wakes the dead... all because they were both playing chicken. One has to imagine how the kids talking with hop pop would go

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So yeah the ghostly horror terrors chase the kids, who somehow end up in Marcy’s room. So she just has a passage from a floating graveyard contaning horrifying eldtirch ghosts to her room.. a room the king put in for her. Someone protect this child.

So our heroes soon have to deal with the ghosts but luckily sprig’s mirror catching it reveals the mirrors, which were foreshadowed earlier by a hall of mirrors leading into the corpse room, making the ghosts solid and allowing our heroes to fight htem back. Our heroes are exausted, Marcy and Anne reveal that they also chickend out on the scare dare so it’s okay, and Oliva arrives. It’s go time. Final Thoughts: A fun episode that quickly pivots into a great and nightmare inducing one perfect for spooky season coming up soon. I do generally wonder just WHAT those things are, and it’s great setup for whatever’s abotu to come. And while I didn’t mention it in the recap we also get sprig finding some sort of painting and it being of the king, a toad and a frog.. we don’t get to see it clearly so it could be someone else.. but.. it’s clear the king likely has ties to what happened before. But what DID happen before? what are those ghost things? what’s the king’s angle?

Yeah I have no answers for now on what the king’s plan is, or how inocent he is or if that’s his dad, just that something’s clearly wrong. And the omonious chess metaphor told us that.. yeah I do think that bit was kind of a mistake as otherwise while we’d probably still question the king, we would be more conflicted as evidence piled up versus “yeah something’s clearly wrong. “ Then again we genuiely don’t know what his motives or plan is or how well intentioned he is or anything other than he SEEMS nice, and that said game could be a necessary evil for all we know. We just don’t have enough information, even with the ominus bits, to truly know what’s going on and what kind of villian the king is. If he is one at all the show could pull a massive swerve on us.. I mean I doubt it he probably is evil, but I wouldn’t put it past the show. For now let’s move on so I can do more wheel spinning and what not...

Day at the Aquarium

So it’s time for another audience with the king. Turns out he and Mar-mar found out a LOT. Or Marcy did at least, as the above makes clear the king may of known ALL OF THIS already, and just needed Marcy and Anne to think he didn’t long enough for his evil plans. But we do learn a LOT about the gems, the box, and what it does as well as how to fix it...

So let’s not waste time since some of you probably don’t have episode acess this early and want to know: Turns out the calamity box is an interdimensional travel device, and, as far as the king tells us anyway, the king’s ancestors went around from world to world as explorers, possibly the group seen in the picture and just as likely the king himself hiding his role in things. Now how much of the explorer part is TRUE remains up in the air, especially since history also painted Columbus an explorer, including when I was in school, and not you know.. an idiot and a colonizing bastard. History is written by the winners after all so it’s hard to know what’s true, only that the book is likely real: While the king COULD’VE planted it to lead marcy, or had one made up, a fake would’ve been spotted immeditly as we’ve established Marcy is a master detective with batman level deductive skills. Or Elongated Man but I wanted most of you to get the refrence and his adaptation versoins so far haven’t been the kindest to ralph. Anyways, point is that con wouldn’t work on her so the book IS real, as is it’s info on the box.. i’ts just hard to tell what was left out or if this was written before utter diastaer and apocalypse insued. After all Gravity Falls Journal 3 is all fine and dandy about bill before the giant passage about bill not being trusted written in blood and Ford going into a paranoid tailspin after realizing his friend is actually a horrifing monster, literally and figuratively, so we don’t know WHAT could’ve been hidden in a nother book the king could’ve removed at any time before Marcy got there or while she was away on a mission. But yeah while we know there’s probably more to it this is sitll big information, the box connecting to 4 other worlds other than amphibia, which not only opens up the story possiblities but the fan fiction, and that each of the gems can be recharged at three temples, each one of the gems responding to a diffrent trait judging by the symbols, each representing our girls; Purple is strength, and thus sasha, Blue is Heart, Anne, and Green is Brains, Marcy. I do like thisd as it tells us more but only raises further questions, hooking the audience more. It’s great stuff. But our heroines now have a goal.. but unforutnately the Plantars need to go back and Anne can’t go with as Marcy wants her close. It’s harvest season soon and the Plantars have been away long enough. So they have one last day, though both marcy and the king are apologetic and the king offers them a large tissue and upon getting no response just gives it to them as next time we see them with it. it’s both a great gag, and a nice show of kindess from the king and possible diabolical mastermind.

So the Plantars decide to spend their final day with Anne at the aquarium, as it always cheered her up. This goes south as eveyrhting from the eels to the giant kraken to the coral reminds them of their past and leaves the poor group sobbing. Even a water show goes sideways as Sprig sees an eel, but it does lead to the group fighting off the stingrays at the show in an utterly stunning fight sequence. Not the best i’ve seen this month.. but only because I binged what I missed of rise of the tmnt this month and that show’s final figh tis an utter showstopper, as are most of it’s fight, but this is easily on par with most of them. Fluid, well done and emotoinal. Our heroes get thrown out of course, but the thought counts and they decide one last throughly them memory is better than nothing. The final scene is naturally an utter gut punch as we get tearfull goodbyes (sprig and anne forever). Their crying, i’m crying we’re all crying and Hop Pop promises they’ll see each other again. Because family always finds each other. My heart.. it’s too full. here have an apporiate song...

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Let’s see how i’m doing.

Yeah so two things: I’m not going to be able to stop sobbing thinking of this scene so let’s move on and how have I only NOW refrenced gilmore girls on this blog?

But yeah the scene is utterly moving as the Plantars leave and Marcy realises something. She likely was keeping Anne close because she just got her back... but realizes she’s being selfish. It’s not SAID on screen but it’s clear both in Hailey’s voice acting and from the animation what’s going through her head. It’s utterly captivating stuff. So she tells Anne to go with them.. offically because they should have someone they can trust keep an eye on the box, which is a good idea honestly given just giving it to a royal messenger is just asking for it to be stolen. So Marcy will stay behind and prepare, and since she mentioned it before likekly try to find Sasha as she earlier stated they HAVE to find her.. and given what we see with the recharging that’s both because she misses her friend no matter what she’s done, and because she’s vitally important, while Anne goes with the Plantars to get the box and have some more time before they say goodbye forever, with Marcy coming to wartwood to pick it and anne up for the first temple. Because nothing terrible’s ever happened when a plucky youth with a sword went to three seperate temples, especially involving a guy with a beard and full plate armor.

Marcy stares off, sad her friend and possible crush is gone.. but unederstanding that this is what she needs, and that she can’t hold her here.. Anne needs to see her family off.. and we get a tearful reunion as Anne chases after them, passing her friends from “Scavenger Hunt”, and reunites with her family. But of course we can’t end on a happy moment, as we cut back to Marcy whose utterly sad.. and the King who says he has a proposition for her, one she’ll find most agreable.

But yeah we end on that bit of ominus as we close till october.

Final Thoughts: Yeah if it wasn’t obvious this was a great one. Great plot progression, great animation, great emotional hook, good jokes which I dind’t get into for time, and tons of stuff to leave fans wanting more just before the break, but without a HUGE cliffhanger. Sure we don’t know what the King’s planning, but that aside our heroes are still together outside of marcy, and we haave a lot to look forward to whenever the show gets back. I’m hyped. Your hyped. IT’s a good note to go out on, especially since last weeks eps were also excellent and it looks like things are about to pick up. When next we meet it’s an inconsequential, probably, anthology episode, though it should be fun, then whenever new episodes return, wether it be just in november or more likely in February, our heroes return to wartwood! And we’ll find out what everyone’s been up to. Hopefully Ivy didn’t leave sprig. We’ll see. Until then, you can check out this blog for more recaps, as I said i’m covering ducktales as it comes back monday and loud house whenever I can get my meat hooks on the new episodes, and until then say safe and go team venture!

#amphibia #recaps #reviews #animation #day at the aquarium #the sleepover to end all sleepovers #marcy wu #king andrais #keith david #Anne Boonchy #hop pop #hopidiah plantar #sprig plantar #polly planatar #lady olivia #disney channel #disney

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Trophy chapter four

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Warnings: Adult Themes Dubcon,Controlling Behaviour, Swearing, Smut +18 Only

Chapter 0ne Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter five Chapter Six

Your escape doesn’t go as planned as Henry reveals just how much power he truly has.

You were just over a week into your 'stay' at Henry's manor and had just about had enough. Youd spent the last few days in a constant fit of frustration. I had become very clear in the first few days that you were nothing more than a toy, a doll for him to coo over and manipulate. Or maybe a better way to discribe it was the girl in a childs music box being made to dance when ever the owner decided to open the lid. Either way you felt trapped used and helpless, at first he made sure you spent as much time as possible together taking you to the office when he had to work, sitting you on the sofa with a book or parade you around the house.

After that he would put you in what became your daily cell tho never alone if he wasnt with you kal was. Day after day you were left in here a freshly decorated room that youd heard the guards refer to as the play room, it was like a large airy living room like somthing from pintrest a plush looking corner sofa around a light coffee table,large tv on the wall above the fireplace with games consoles neatly tucked away,two floor to ceiling book cases either side ,there was a cabinet full of dvds and games behind the sofa opposite there was a sideboard filled with sketch books, pens and pencils ect and a two seat small dining table sat between the two cabinets. The room was a mix of soft pale pinks and blues and was chock full of soft furnishings pillows and various blankets draped here and there and huge faux fur rug . The window was locked being ground level ,that was the first thing you checked when left alone ,not that you'd get far across the gravel drive he had made a point not to give you shoes. The saying bare foot in the kitchen sprung to mind.

He would visit you when you were in here at lunch forcing you to eat with threats of spanking sometimes worse. Being treated like a child was wearing thin and to be quiet honest you were becoming scared,finding it easier to go along with his insanity, you called him daddy without a thought somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it was wrong but after just over a week he had managed to drum it into you. It was frighteing just how quickly you could be conditioned you had to get out soon. He was overbearing always helping himself to you, kissing ,touching and generally trying to act as if you were a couple until you did something he didnt like then it was back to threats and reality hit.

Today was slightly different you woke up curled on your side his henry lazily running his finger through your hair you squinted rubbing your eyes as he leant over kissing your shoulder before running hi hand across your tummy spreading out his fingers and pulling you back against his crotch, he rocked against your bottom groaning quietly into your hair as you felt his cock springing to life he grinded harder against you before shuffling pinning you flat on your back straddling you pulling your legs to rest either side of his hips you whined in protest trying to shuffle from under him when he pulled you down tight against him he just tilted his head raising and eyebrow. The warning was clear behave. He rubbed against your mound sliding his cock along the seam pf your pussy. You closed your eyes tight already feeling the arousal build inside of you dreading what was to come, you couldnt help how your body reacted you tried to just let him get on with it but each morning he managed to coax you into participating a little more, not letting you distance yourself any longer. He grunted low i his throat as he pumped himself against you resting his weight on his hips one hand cuped the top of his cock squeezing it against you as he pushed it against your clit. You gasped as you felt his throbbing cock against you pulling high pitched moans and whines as you bit your lip trying to keep quiet. He chuckled

"Oh fuck... thats it baby girl ...come on let daddy hear you." You shook your head back and forth as your pussy weeped onto him soaking both of you you found your self panting hard when he groaned grabbing one of your hands replacing his over his cock you tried pulling away and he growled at you.

"Stay still baby.... fuck thats it good girl.. your so good for daddy" he groaed deep as he sped up before leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your collar bone then kissed up to your lips trying to pry your mouth open you turned your head away. He sighed moving his hand into the boxers that you wore finding your swollen clit flicking and pinching harshly causing you to buck and cry out, he quickly took the opportunity to invade your mouth tasting your tongue sucking you into a passionate kiss he let go of your hand placing his hand pressing your knee up to your torso spreading you out for him rubbing his cock faster with jerky thrusts skimming your opening with every movement you gripped the sheets twisting them as you felt your walls trying to clench onto him desperate for him to fill you you rocked back against him looseing yourself in him as he smothered you he released your mouth biting down on your neck leaving a mark alongside yesterdays. You became hot, to hot as you flushed under him chasing your own end grinding up against him

"Oh! oh god please! Please i cant" you babbled incoherently as he repositioned his hand thumbing your clit and thrusting into you harshly with his fingers bouncing your body across the bed you let out a load moan as his hand worked furiously rubbing amd curling his finding your soft spot befor zeroing in and running his fingers harshly across it you cired bucking out at him unsure of you wanted hi to go faster or get off your climax built and he chuckled as your clamped down on his fingers to the point of pain

"Aww baby you want to cum dont you? Thats it good girl so good is it to much?" he didnt relent still masaging that spot you nodded and cried tears falling down your face you couldnt breath it was to much

"Then cum, its ok you can cum, cum for daddy ,all over daddies fingers" you hated how his wods pushed you over the edge and even then he didnt stop he seemed to double his efforts when you arched violently with a silent scream gushing over his fingers he continued moving draggin out your orgasm he moved higher running the underside of his cock across your mound with stuttering hips.

"Oh..OH shit YES YES fuck! OH GOD Little one fuck" he let out a long gruntle moan as he finished spraying cum up your front you both laid there panting. Shame washed over you like it had done every morning he did this. You felt dirty and used he rolled on his side tucking you in his arms kissing your head praising you for how good you were and telling you how much he loved you as you curled ijto him wetting his tinto him overwhelmed. After a few moments the saddness past and you laid stock still against him as he pulled you to lie across him head on his chest stroking your hair once again.

"Iv got to go out today pet. I trust youll be good whne im gone and if your lucky I'll get you a treat" you froze at his words gojng out... that meant youd be alone the thlught filled you with dread and anticipation.

"If your naughty you will regret it when i get back."you both laid there for what felt like hours he wouldnt let you move. Tho he finally let out a breath and ushered you to the bath room showering with you. After getting dressed and having breakfast he left and you noticed he didnt put you any where. You dread to think what he was doing. But you were left the run of the house. So here you sat in the kitchen alone in the huge house apart from the security he kept on site. 'This was it.. or was it a test?..' you raced to the living room window and watched an expensive car leave the gates at the bottom of the drive as it dissapeared behinde the wall that clossed off the property. You debated in your head if he was just waiting to see if you were going to try and run or not. You had to try, somthing was happening to you here ,you didnt like how complacent you were getting with him. It was cruel really the only person that was aloud to interact with you was him, you find yourself almost craving him, you enjoyed his praise lapping it up liike a love sick school girl.

Deciding that this may be the last time you could escape before it was to late you walked into the kitchen slowly as not to alert anyone to your plan even tho your heart was racing ten to the dozen. Quickly and quietly you pulled a small packet of plasters from one of the draws. Throught out your stay you learnt a few things all the doors leading outside and your 'play room' had pressure alarms built in you'd set one off on your forth day trying to get out into the garden resulting in another painfull and very embarassing spanking in the kitchen then experienced your first corner time, the other thing you learnt were all the guards had shifts and patrol routes the house ran like clockwork youd freighed interest in him and he'd waffled on about how it wasnt all bad and he'd take you out when you'd acclimated to your new life then boasted about the cars he had in the basment garage but you'd 'never get to drive one as driving these fast cars is to dangerous for his baby girl'. Tho you hadnt made a thing of it you kept the information locked away youd been behaving hopeing he would let down his gaurd. Once you got the plasters you put them in the pocket of your cardigan and grabbed a butter knife hooking it in the back of your jeans wedging it just under the tight waist band.

"What are you still doing in here? Get to the playroom" you screamed in suprize as the voice came out of no where you spun round faceing the man and nodded walking past him quickly.

"Wait. What have you been doing in here?" He said grabbing your arm pulling you to a stop you huffed tugging your arm.

"Let go i havent done anything" you twisted around as he patted you down you froze mouth going dry as you thought he was going to find the knife in your jeans he didnt instead his hands found the packet of plasters the cocked an eyebrow

"Im doing some crafts today these are incase i get a paper cut...im clumsy and tthought i should take a pack the keep in there just incase" he eyed you for a few seconds befor smirking at you

"So the princess was sneaking about for some plasters, im suprised you werent trying to sneak candy, would be more fitting for his baby girl." He laughed as you glared at him venomously

"Fuck you ,you cunt" you spat in his face he growled before grabbing your arm in a bruising grip dragging you out of the kitchen down the hall as you screamed at him, a few others poked their heads around to watch asking what was wrong as you were dragged down the hall once outside your day room he stopped pressing a card to the reader next to the handle disarming the door and answered their qeustioning stares.

"Nothing just a temper tantrum im sure she will regret later when Boss finds out." He turned back to you.

"He might even make a show of it, i wouldnt mind seeing her bent over" you growled as he opend the door throwing you in , grunting as you landed hard on the floor he whistled for kal and let the dog enter behind you befor shutting the door arming the device again. Shaking away tears in your eyes as you heard then others laugh about how theyd love to see 'a piece of that ass' kal sat beside you nudging you for a cuddle you hugged him breathing deep nuzzling his thick fur, he was the only company you enjoyed here after snuggling with him a few minuets you pulled away putting your plan into action you got out suome supplies fro the art cupborads scattering them hear and there to make it look like you had been drawing, hopefully if anyone came in and found you missing they would assume that you had asked one of the others to let you use the bathroom as the ensuite to this room wasnt finished. You aproached the door pulling out the knife and lowered it to the door handle, the worst thing about this system was that you werent technically locked in, the door opend but set off an alarm that was indicated by a small red flashing light on the card reading panel. Breathing deep you pulled out a plaster removing the tabs on it sticking oneside to your finger. Gentle you pulled down on the handle until you couldnt anymore easing the knife alongside the door pushing on the plate you pivoted your body opeing the door enough to get your hand in the gap and stuck the plaster over the bottom of the pressure plate securing it down. Holding your breath you waited a few moments before summerizing that it had worked when noone came rushing down the hall you quickly slipped thrpugh the door catching kal befor he could make his way out and shut the door fully. You blinked then jumped for joy you could bearly see the edge of plaster on the frame. Quickly you jogged to the end of the hall ducking low realising that not having shoes might be a god send as you were almost silent as you moved you got another plaster ready on your hand as you ducked and dived behind the counters in the kitchen making your way around to the door Henry had left through.'it must have been to the garage' you though you made quick work of the door not waiting to see if the alarm had set off as you heard foot steps coming your way you slipped through the door closing it behinde you and ran down the stairs into a large garage on the left there was lots of hooks with keys on them you toke shaky breaths scanning them befor looking over the cars there must have been about eleven in total ranging from massive range rovers to calssy two seater sports cars. 'I need on that can blend in, a hatch back or somthing, maybe a saloon' you thought running down the line of cars the most normal looking one was a Jag you quickly ran to the keys looking for a set with the same logo as the car finding two you grabbed them both pushing unlock on one set seing another car across light up you threw them on the floor using the other one to unlock the car getting in quickly you felt your tummy tie itself in knots turning on the ignition and pulled the seat forward you put on your seatbelt out of habbit then dojng a small cheer when you saw it was an automatic you put it in drive wincing as it growled to life louder then it needed to be you pulled it up to the garage door and it opend you pulled it forward going up the bank once at the top you saw a gaurd stopping staring befor shouting out to the others.

"Dont let the gate open!!" You panicked and floored it the car took off down the drive skidding you a stop near the gate the instantly began rolling open. On gaurd was sprinting down the drive behinde you. You looked down for a button to look the doors finding it by the window controls you flicked it on and heard the click at all four doors locked lokking up you saw the gate had stopped half way you spun the wheel throwing the scar around squeezing the car throuh the gate clipping the wing mirror off in the process putting your foot down you gave a triumphant shout as you tore down the road away from that house. Leaning back into the seat relaxing as you made yourway towards the town, it was the only way to get to the motorway that would lead out of the area. You wiped tears from your eyes as as relief flooded you sobs wracked your body the drive to the town took longer than you thought it would and you were suspicious as no one had chased you from the house and had spent the whole drive flinching at every car that pulled up behind you. Pulling up to a round about you stopped recognising the area deciding to take a less busy route pulling off to the outskirts of town you parked up into a superstore looking threw the car for money finding a few £20 notes a tap at the window you screamed turning it was a police officer you gulped looking in the rearveiw mirror seeing a squad car pulled up behind you blocking you in, he indicated for you to roll down the window.

"Yes can i help you?" You asked trying to sound normal

"Miss did you realise your missing a wing mirror?" You followed his gaze and smiled meekly. Getting a bad feeling in your gut.

"Yes, its my boyfreids car i borrowed it and hit a sign back there im going to book it in now hopefully get it done and he wont find out i hurt his baby" you ended with a chuckle patting the steering wheel he didn't look convinced and motioned for his colleague to join him

"Uh huh, so are you insured to drive this car? Sure you didnt hit another car?" You shook your head

" Well i hope im insured he said hed made me a name driver and no i didnt hit anyone, the car caught me by suprize i hadnt realised how much oommf it had and still getting used to the size its a bit wider then mine." You explained hoping you were convincing enough he smiled the held out his hand to you.

"Can i see your licence?" You froze then pretended to look around the car for it

"Oh shit i dont have my bag on me sorry can i give you my name instead and you can look it up on the system?" You pleaded hoping that he would let this one go

"So you dont have your purse on you? When your taking his car to the garage to get it fixed?.... yeah im gonna have to ask you to step out of the car now." He said moving back from the door you looked behind you panicking there was no way to pull out.

"Wh-what? Why?" You cried out as he put his hand in the car opeing the door

"No! No you cant do this you dont understand please!" You shouted at him as he undid your seatbelt pulling you out of the car cuffing your hands behind your back reading you your rights.

"Your under arrest for car theft,careless driving and driving with out insurance , you have the right to remain silent anything you do say can harm your defence and used in court ,Call it in we found Mr cavills car" you froze, hed called in that his car had been stolen. He used the police to track you. You wailed twisting against him as you realised why no one had chased you, he was using the police to bring you back to him.you cried as he dragged you to the squad car.

"NO! You dont understand he kidnapped me! Please you have to let me go! He's mad he locked me up please you have to help me." You kicked out as he forced you into the back seat on the car slamming the door you sobbed in the back seat as they locked up the jag and got in the front of the car.

"Please do make me go back i dont know what he'll do" you cried pitifully they sighed looking at you threw the plexiglass.

"Im sorry love there's nothing we can do for you... i wish there was but its our asses on the line" then he started the car driving towards the station. It wasnt long befor you found yourself in a cell heavy metal door between you and your escape laying on the bed crying and terrified of whats to come. Panicking everytime you heard foot steps down the hall thinking it was him. It was over an hour later when you jumped as the heavy lock on your door opened with a loud bang revealing a calm looking Henry standing beside a sympathetic looking officer he shooed them away.

"Give us a minute" he didnt take his eyes off you as he stepped into the room seemed to take over the small space you shuddered backing away from him sending a pleading look to the officer who ingored you and left.

"Well pet have you got that out of your system now?" He said crossing the cell in large strides his suit jacket hung over one arm that was in his pocket. You shook your head crying

"Pl-please im sorry i-i had to" you flinched as he brought his hand to your face. Smoothing back your hair

"Sshhh shh its ok now everything is going to be fine" he calmed you pulling his outher hand up wiping your tears away before for twisting his fist in your hair you yelped clawing at his hand trying to relieve the pain in your scalp.

"You've been a very very naughty girl havent you?" He tugged your hair back forcing you to look at him still wiping your face with his other. It summed him up caring and kind yet brutal and cruel. He grinned a sadistic grin

"I should let you know that im not pressing charges, what kind of boyfreind would i be if i did?" He teased you letting you know he was told your cover story you cried in pain as he dragged you the few steps towards him forcing you onto your tip toes

"STOP! Please Henry your hurting me!" He tutted at you looking at his watch

"Three hours away from the house and were back to Henry? What happened to Daddy? Well it doesnt matter i hope now you realise that there is no escape. You cannot run or hide from me love i have eyes everywhere." He lowerd you back down releasing your hair clutching you to his chest trapping you in a strong grip as you sobbed shaking like a leaf more out of anxiety then anything else.

"Shh shh. its ok little one... i know its been a scary day getting out , nearly crashing into the gate and then being arrested? its all going to be ok, now that you've got this out of your system you can finally settle at home. Ihave been waiting for this little blow up from you i was beginning to think the gun fiasco was it" His words filled you with dread as you began to sink in this was it for you, that there was no way out, he would find you at some point. Rocking you backwards and forwards with your arms trapped at your side he tucked his nose into your hair kissing it every so often.

"Tho this is probably my fault it was enavitable for you to try and run again, i havent trained you properly yet, not givin you the attention you truly need, but dont worry we will start once we get home. I want you to know daddies not angry, no no he's just dissapointed" he pulled back draping his jacket over your shoulders.

"I hope you know that your still in serious trouble when we get home young lady i warned you this morning that youd regret playing up" he murmmerd into your ear as he walked you out of the cell down to the reception he didnt hold you because he didnt need to there was nowhere you could go.

"Mr cavill would you sign these ,I assume your not pressing charges?" Henry looked up winking at you

"No no my girlfriend couldnt help herself, she's like a child in that respect no self restraint. Never thinks of her consequences" You shuddered catching the his unspoken threat looking down as tears of humiliation the officer chuckled as Henry said this sighing his name

"Well she does look distraught, dont be to hard on the little thing I'd jump at the chance to drive one of those myself."

Henry laughed out loud drawing some attention from the others in the waiting room

"Oh dont you worry about her, she'll find a way to make it up to me somehow wont you babygirl" he said winding an arm around your waist pulling you against him squeezing his hand painfully tight. You looked down nodding hearing a few snickers and scoffs from women in seats behind you.

"Now apologize to the officer for wasting his time baby." You scowled up at him being met with a shit eating grin opening your mouth to tell him to fuck off thankfully you were interupted.

"Oh now thats not nessasary saving a tiny thing like her from herself isn't wasting time ..I'm glad I could help" Henry smiled at you kissing your cheek feeling please with himself.

"Now isnt that nice sweety. He's happy to help us" you gave a jerky nod as Henry finished the paperwork.

"I will have someone collect the car today" he called over his shoulder as he forced you along side him stopping before he got out of the door.

"Oh baby Wheres your shoes?" He asked smirking at you knowing damn well that he hasnt got you any, you felt the eyes of the other people on you as he shook his head picking you up cradling you recieveing a few awws and judgmental stares from the women. Unable to take it anymore you tucked your face into his neck crying.

"Im sorry please im so sorry i wont do anything like this again". He sighed pushing throught the doors and made his way to the car park climbing into the back or a range rover holding you in his lap as the car began moving.

"Its a little to late for sorry baby, daddy has to punish you for being an extremly naughty little girl. Stealing and damaging daddies car running away and getting arrested lying to the police? What kind of daddy would let you get away with all that?" You shuddered mind wandering what he had instore for you, not just for punishment but the training he mentioned in the cell you squirmed in his lap as you mulled it all over feeling sick to your stomach.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fic #henry cavill smut #daddy henry cavill #mob boss henry cavill #henry cavill is daddy

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cartermasoncrimestoriesandmore · 3 years

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h.h holmes

PLEASE MIND ANY SPELLING MISTAKES IM DYSLEXIC SORRY!!!

h.h homes - henry mansdield howard - serial killer

he was an active serial killer from desember 1891 - novemeber 1894 so he was killing for about nearly 4 years he was born on 16th may 1894 and died on 7th may 1896 he died at age 34, he also has 2 children.

he confessed for murdering 27 poeple, he was put on death row for only one murder though due to the fact he murdered a business partner of benjamin pitezel, he killed him in a building he owned called worlds fair hotel but as what he called it as the murder castle he had 4 wifes. it was very possible he killed 200+ popele and not just the 27 he admitd to.

besides being a killer and a tourcher he also was a conartist, he was exicuted may 7th 1896 just only 9 days before his 35th birthday. he was known to torturing animals, but he was also abused by his farther, at some point he was acussed of murder but wasnt convicted, he was once seen with a little boy who went missing no so long after but he claimed that the little boy went home, but he then soon left that town not so long after.

he then worked at a shop, but after awhile after a boy took medication from there he died holmes claimed he had nothing to do with the boys death but he soon later quit and mves town to chicago, that is when he changed his name to the one he has to this day due to the fact he didnt want to be found by the people he has scammed.

the luxury hotel he built the ground floor had a drug store on the first floor there was 6 corridors, 35 rooms abd 51 door above there was a further 36 rooms all readyy for the crowds of visitors who were flocking to the fair, after that holms started to buy larg quantities of chloroform, he saidd it was for scientific experiments.

employees at the hotel started to leave withoout any notice at all a witress in the restrunt was at work one day and then the next day she waas gone and a few others artd to disapper as well and customers and residends started to complain about a strang chemical smell, and sometimes he would invite an acquaintance, charls chappell who was skilled in stripping the flesh from bodies in order to reassembl skeletons for doctors, when he would come holms would tell him that the body on thee table was a pationt of his that died and would pffer chappell $36 to prepare the skeleton which he subseqently solf for profit.

holms was know to tourcher his victums before killing them, after he did that and killed them he would take there remends to the basment and burn them so no one never actually found put how he killed killed or torucherd or even if he raped them or not as most of them as young girls but he would kill a few other people but not to meany to get courght straight away. he was then hung on 7th may 1896.

#true story #true crime #h.h. holmes #murder #murdercastel

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ladypurplejanewrynn · 4 years

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Hetalia AmeLiet: a troublesome situation chapter 1

It was one of those warm sunny days. Tolys woke up earlier than usually. He went to make some breakfeast for himself. He eat it some cepelinai. After breakfeast, he dressed up when suddently his phone started ringing. It was Alfred, his boyfriend:"Hey, what’s up sweetheart?" "Oh, nothing much. I woke up not so long time ago. Is there something you wanted to ask me dear?" asked the Lithuanian. "Well, i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me love." said the American with a cheerful voice. Tolys hesitated for a bit:" I dunno hun. Mister Russia is all day in the house. Also i don’t want him find out about our relationship. But i would really love to go." "Who said he is going to find out?" asked America. Lithuania was a bit confused for a moment but then America explained him his plan:"I’m gonna sneak up to the house and help you get out by a window." Tolys smiled:"Ok, let’s do this love." A moment later, Alfred was there and he helped his lover to get out. "So, are you ready for that date hun?" asked the American. "With you, always." answered the Lithuanian. They went to the one of the most expensive restaurant and bought some ice cream. Later they went to a park and looked at the lake:"This place is so peaceful and quite. I wish this would be the case in Russia’s house." said Lithuania. America gave him a lovely kiss on his cheek:"You know, if living in Russia’s house bothers you so much you can always come live with me. There is egnouh room for the both of us." Tolys gave him an innocent smile:"Thanks Alfred, i really apprecite it. But i doubt Russia would just let me go like that. Estonia and Lativa barely got away from him." Suddently his lover hugged him:"Is ok. I understand. I don’t wanna get you in troubles. But know this. If Russia ever hurts you really badly just let me know and i’ll be in a flash to beat his ass." Tolys hugged his lover as well and they kissed on the lips. Later America pushed him to the lake and jumped in himself:"Now, cheer up and let’s have fun love." They both splashed each other with water for fun. After having fun in the lake, they got out and layed down at the grass in the sun, so their cloths could dry.

When their cloths dried, America took a walk with Liet to escort him back home. When they arrived they kissed on their lips to say goodbye. When Tolys went inside the house he heared a voice: "Well, well, well, where have you been with America?" It was Russia. "Ahhh, Mister Russia, well i.... i went for a walk and i met him. And he offered me to escort me back home." Russia got closer to him:"Oh, really? Then why did the both of you kissed?" "Ummmmm...." Tolys didn’t know what to say. Suddently Ivan knocked him out and took him to the basment. He put the Lithuanian in chains:"When you’ll wake up, i’m gonna give you your punishment for lying to me." A week past and Alfred haven’t got any news from Tolys. He didn’t even answer his phone calls or messages. The American was really worried for his lover. He decided to pay a visit to Poland and Warsaw and ask them if they know anything about what could have happend to Tolys. "So, you’re saying Liet isn’t replying to your messages and calling you back? Hmmmmm, that’s awfully weird." said Warsaw. "I know right. I’m really worried for him." said America. Poland pated his back:"I’m sure he’s alright. But just in case, maybe you should go check Russia’s house." "Shall we go with you?" asked Alice. "No need to, i can handle the situation myself. But thank you for your concerne." said Alfred and went on his way to Ivan’s house. He knocked at the door and Ivan opened them:" Oh, hello dear friend America. What brings you here to my house?" "I wanted to see if Lithuania is here." answer Alfred. "Oh, Tolys isn’t here. But since you came here, how about we spend some time together?" responded the Russian. Alfred didn’t trust Ivan. He knew what he was capable of, but he accepted to invitation to only check if Tolys really wasn’t there. "I’m glad you came for a visit. Anyway, do you want something to drink?" asked Russia. "Sure, i would love some tea." said America. While Russia was in the kitchen, he went to look around for Lithuania. He looked in Tolys room, but there’s was no Tolys. Suddently he heared someone crying in the basment, so he went to check there.

What he saw was a beautiful browned haired woman chained up to the wall, tears running down her cheeks. "Hey miss, are you alright? What happend?" asked Alfred and approched her. She looked up at him:"Alfred, is that really you? I’m so happy to see you again love." America got confused:" Love? Do i even know you." "Oh right, you don’t know. Alfred, is me, Tolys." said the woman. America got shocked:"Tolys? What happend to you? Why are you... a girl?" Lithuania start it blushing:"Well, this is Russia’s doing. He saw us kissing on front of the house and he knocked me out and brought me here. Also he injected me something and that’s how i became a girl. This is really embarrassing." America hugged his lover:" Don’t worry, i’ll get you out of here and i’ll find a way to change you back." "Oh, how romantic" a voice could be heared from behind. "Alfred, behind you!" shouted Tolys. America turned around and saw Ivan with a metal pipe who was getting ready to attack. He was also holding a key:"Are you looking for this?" Then he rushed at Alfred who dodget the attack. "Why the hell, did you do this to Liet?" asked the American in anger. "I had to punish him somehow. I actaully had a lot of fun watching the transformation." answered the Russian with a disgusting smile. Those words got Alfred really mad, he rushed at Ivan and knocked the key out of his hand along with the metal pipe. He took the key and unchained his lover. Russia was about to attack, but America knocked him out to the ground. "Quick, let’s go." said Alfred and took Tolys by the hand and they run off.

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jinxthequeergirl · 5 years

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In The Dark

Chuck Steinberg x reader

Requested by: @mjvenvy also @genderfluid-geek27

Request:Hi I loved your first chuck x reader from ssttitd! Could you make a chuck x reader where she goes through her story and he is trying to save her along with Stella and the others?

Warning: swearing, horror stuff???”GoRe??? Eye gore

Ok so important to know that 1) this is sorta a prequel to "Panic settles" in which the reader is blinded 2) I am straight up to lazy to go back and check if there is a story like this so the story the reader goes through is something I made up!

ENJOY THOUGH!

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You ran up the stairs of the old house quickly looking for the two boys who had Separated from your small group.

"Chuck? Auggie!?" You pushed open a door and stepped inside. "Chuck? Are you in here?"

You moved to a wardrobe and pulled it open. "Gotcha!" Chuck let out a scream upon you doing so.

"Wow chill, it's me nerd!" he quickly hopped out of the wardrobe and took your hand pulling you from the room.

"We have to get out of here." he said hastily pulling you along.

"Chuck! What's the big deal!?"

"Uh nothing...I Just think we've spent enough time here...STELLA!?"

You followed him down the steps somewhat bored. "C'mon chuck, you're acting as if you saw a ghost." on that note you lit up. "Did you see a ghost!? Is that why you don't wanna be here? Oh MAN that would be sick!"

“No it wouldn’t!” he hissed. you stopped pulling his hand so he stumbled back to you. “chuck.”

“what?” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms after letting his hand go. “chuck I've known you since i was ten, i can tell when you’re lying to me so what did you see?” he huffed. “ok...while i was hiding from auggie i opened the door to check if he was there but i saw some...some lady and her do-"

Chuck was cut off as auggie jumped out yelling "BOO!"

"Agust you ass hole!" You slapped his arm and he ran off laughing. "What I wasn't going to let Chuck get me this time!"

You rolled your eyes but stopped when you heard Stella calling for you. You looked at chuck and smiled softly. "Lets go, promise I'll talk her into getting is outta here ok?"

He smiled back as you tossed your arm around his shoulders and lead him to where Stella was calling. "Thanks but I don't need you to protect me, y/n." you shrugged. "Yea ya do." You teased.

You finally all ended up in the basment listening to Stella explain how it was Shara Bellows room and that kids would come and listen to her tell stories, then once they did they would die.

"Legend has it she'll still tell you one if you ask her too." you added picking something up.

"Oh yea?" Chuck asked from beside you. "Yea." you smirked. "I can ask her right now."

"I would rather you didn't." said auggie from across the room. Stella picked up a book from the shelf and flipped through it. "This is her book, Shara Bellows book."

Everyone turned to her as she continued to look through it. Suddenly the door slammed shut, you jumped instinctively grabbing chucks arm before he followed Ramon up the steps to the door to try and open it.

"Shara Bellows tell me a story..." Stella muttered behind you as the boys attempted to open the door.

"C'mon this isn't funny, Tommy!"

There was soft muttered arguing coming from the opposite side of the door and then it swung open.

"Ruth!?"

She smiled and opened her mouth to speak but Tommy shoved her in and slammed the door shut.

"Shit, tommy c'mon!" Ramòn yelled wiggling the door handle. Suddenly it popped open and he pushed it open.

"Thank god!" Chuck grabbed your hand once again and quickly followed Ramòn out the door. "Stella put the book away and lets go!" he urged, pulling your arm.

She looked at the book then the shelf and you stopped in the door frame. "Hey it's just a book...what's the worst that could happen?" you winked and she smiled back, shoving the book in her bag before following both of you from the house.

That's where it all started, first Tommy then auggie, ruth and none of you knew who was next.

You slammed the flashlight against your hand finally able to bring it to life. "Y/n, sweetie hurry up!"

"Alright! Alright I'm going as fast as I can!" you yelled back before running down the steps furthering yourself into the basment. You hummed to yourself as you did so, attempting to calm your nerves.

Like every kid in a five block radius you hated the basment. It was always dark no matter the time and the pully light at the bottom of the steps only illuminated less than half the room.

You continued humming and shined the light in front of you once you reached the bottom of the steps. You snapped your fingers along to the tune of your song.

And froze when someone snapped back from the darkness. "Trevor? Trevor of that's you I swear!" you yelled at the black obiss in front of you. The only response you reseved was the door at the top of the stairs slamming shut.

"Trevor!" you yelled again hustling back up the stairs to open the door. "TREVOR THIS ISN'T FUNNY! MOM'S GONNA BE PISSED." you slammed your fist against the door, wiggled the handle and shouted more.

The light at the bottom of the steps flickered on and off catching your attention. "T...Trevor..."

Stella ran down the street right behind Chuck and Rámon and continued to read the words out loud.

"Y/n stopped her shouting and turned to face the flickering light at the end of the stair case. "Trevor!?" she called slowly as she inched down the stairs."

Chuck let out a muffled yet audible "shit." And picked up the pace taking the lead and turning down your street.

The light stopped and illuminated your face once you stepped under it. You snapped your fingers, and waited. With in moments a mocking snapp came from the darkness once again.

Suddenly the snapping stopped and quickly turned to an ear piercing sound of something horrible dragging across the concert floor of the basment. You drew back holding your hands up to your ears.

"The sound stopped abruptly, yet was replaced by the tip tap sound inching closer."

"Mrs. L/n! Let us in!" Chuck pounded on your front door as Stella continued to read. "The tapping closed in on her until needle like fingers appeared in the ring of light."

The door swung open and your brother stood there annoyed. "What do you want dingus,Girl dingus and new dingus?"

"Trevor, Where's y/n!?" Chuck asked paniced. He simiplt shrugged.

"A second set apperared in front of her and soon the face of the creature it belonged to-"

There was a scream from within the house catching everyone's attention.

"Y/n!" Chuck yelled pushing passed your brother and into the house.knowing the house like the back of his hand, from many after school hang out's and late night sneak outs, he was quick to find the basment door and set to work attempting to pry it open.

"Y/n!!"

"A fear full tear slid down the girls face as the needle fingered, lanky creauter stood to it's full hight and...and.."

"And what!?" Rámon asked turning to her from the door. Stella looked up at him fearfully dread spread across her face. "Chuck open the door! Open the door!" She moved next to him and attempted to help open the door.

Slamming and kicking it just like you had tried to do to get out. "Y/n run!"

"Y/n!" your mother and brother both rounded the corner to see the three kids struggling to open the door. "What's going on!?" you mom asked.

Rámon took the book from Stella as they worked at the door. You could hear them calling for you, muffled yet loud enough to travel down to you. The monster in front of you was tall, terrifying and slim.

It's needled fingers pinched your cheeks between them and it's face. Its face was what got you. The creatures face was pale with deep dark sunken in holes with no eyes to full them, a toothy grin and patchy dark hair that did no good at covering the sight.

It's face closed in taking a deep sniff of you. You shut your eyes and clenched your fists dropping the flashlight. You wanted to call out for chuck, for Stella but you where afraid to speak, afraid to move.

"The girls breathing picked up as the children on the otherside still struggled to save her...the monster dragged it's fingers down her face leaving little marks....she opened her eyes ever so slightly just in time to see-"

Rámon was cut off by the sound of your scream once again, this time it was pain filled and agonising. Chuck turned to Rámon.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!?" he swallowed thickly and looked back at the book. "The monsters only wish was to see again so as she opened her eyes she opened them in time to see the thin needled hand be raised high above it's head before clashing across her face..."

The door clicked and Stella pulled it open. "Y/n!?" Chuck yelled once again taking lead and racing down the steps.

"Chuck!!!" you screamed. He stopped at the bottom of the steps seeing you sat on your knees in the dimmly lit section of the light.

"Holy sh-" Stella and Rámon stopped right behind him. Stella gasped and turned into Rámon, who also looked away. "HELLO!? Chuck!?" you words came off as sobs but it was hard to tell of you where or not do to the deep red holes that where in place of where your eyes where supposed to be.

"Y/n..."

"Chuck help! Help me! Where are you!?" he quickly crossed the room and sat beside you pulling you into a hug. "C..Chuck..I...i..I can't...can't see...."

"I know...I know..." he wanted to tell you it was alright, it was his job to tell you so, but at this point he knew he would be lying and that there was no point.

He kissed the top of your head and held you as your mom hurried down the stairs.

"Oh...Oh my god!" She took you and lead you upstairs as you still made sounds of crying. Chuck was sure to follow making sure he was there when you where at the hospital.

Stella grabbed his arm. "Chuck i-"

He pulled away. "No Stella just...I'm going with to the hospital just...not now."

That night you sat there in the hospital bed scilently, motionless. Your eyes now had white bandaged around them, with a faint red stain in the place of your eyes. Chuck pulled a seat up next to your bed and carfully took your hand.

"Hey...how are-"

"It's so dark....it's ways dark now...its like when you have your eyes closed for a while..." You swallowed. "Not like when your trying to sleep." you added before continuing.

"And...and your eyes just get sick of seeing the dark so you open them for a break....except I never get that break...it's so terrifying...and I'm...all I can see is that monster and I can't..."

"I know...I know.." you scooted over in bed making room for him. "Sit with me for a while?" he climbed up on to the bed with you and lied beside you.

You manuvered the best you could and cuddled next to him.

#chuck steinberg x reader #scary stories to tell in the dark x reader #chuck steinberg

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harley4l · 4 years

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Chapter 10: Family stands together

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story

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A disappointment, as usual, his father had muttered under his breath every so often after Rocco had come home from school bruised and crying because he let his classmates beat him up again. Crybaby, they taunted him with wide sneers and eyes full of with callous glee. Little Mama’s Boy.

I’m not a Mama’s boy!, Rocco always insisted, their laughter swarming in his ears. His mother had wished for a daughter she could groom into a miniature version of herself, not a frail, cowardly son who could barely stand up against his older brothers. From day one, he’d been their punching bag, their prey to test the art of intimidation until they were old enough to inherit their father’s drug empire. When he was too young to properly understand what exactly his father’s legacy was, he’d asked Enzo and Rafael about it. His brothers had exchanged looks and smirked at each other before towering over Rocco. Dad is selling lots of candy, which makes other people happy, Enzo teased, mimicking a baby’s voice. Except if you’re eating to much candy, you’ll die! Rafel added with a chuckle. Better watch out for people giving you candy, it’ll kill you. Bring it to me and Enzo first, we’re testing it for poison. Timid and confused, Rocco had glanced from one brother to the other. But won’t the candy hurt you too? Hearing this, Enzo and Rafael had broken out into resounding laughter and slapped each other’s backs. Don’t worry about us, sissy, Rafael all but yelled. It’s only killing the weak pussies!

Back then Rocco hadn’t yet realized it how unwanted he was, but his family had put in the effort to make it clear over the following years. Dude, what a pantywaist, Rafael had snarled on an evening the three brothers were at home alone and they had watched a slasher movie on TV. Enzo and Rafael giggled when the killer started chasing his victims through the woods and rammed his chainsaw through their torsos, causing their guts to spill out – but Rocco had started to cry. Annoyed with his whining, his brothers had grabbed his arms and legs and dragged him downstairs into the basment, looking the door behind him. Rocco had sobbed and banged his fists against the solid door and begged for them to let him out. We’re only protecting you from the killer, Rocco! Enzo rasped behind the door. He’s coming for yooouuuu! Rocco screamed and screamed until his throat was sore and his knuckles were bruised from banging. Many hours later his parents had come down and unlocked the door, their faces twisting in disapproval at the sight of Rocco’s face which was swollen from crying. When they called Enzo and Rafael out of bed and asked why they’d left their younger brother alone in the basement for hours, Rafael made an innocent face. Because he’s weak, dad! Enzo and I, we were just trying to make a man out of him! Their father had sent the two back to bed without punishment.

With the years the brothers grew older, and with age they grew more hostile. They weren’t resorting to pranks to maltreat Rocco any longer, they just beat him up when he annoyed them and told Rocco he deserved this. Crazy as it was, they almost seemed to view it as a challenge. Fight back, Rafael coerced him after he’d destroyed Rocco’s solar system project for school and kicked him in the side when he scrambled to pick up the shambles. Fight back, FIGHT BACK! But Rocco didn’t know how. He'd always looked pathetic next to Enzo, the smartass brain of their family and Rafael, his father’s fierce and charming golden boy who could do nothing wrong. For the son of an infamous mafioso, Rocco admittedly had no qualities worth mentioning. He’d ― very briefly ― enjoyed painting with watercolor when he was nine or ten years old, but he gave up on the hobby after his siblings discovered his art hidden at the back of his wardrobe and boxed holes through the canvas’. Looks better that way, Enzo said when Rocco found the paintings completely destroyed. Afterwards, Rocco tried out boxing at school, but he was a hopeless case at sports and the trainer critiziced his moves were clumsy and weak.

After his brothers left to attend college, Rocco stopped talking to them for years. They rarely came home to visit and when they did he was basically air to them. Enzo studied history and Rafael economics. Both graduated with honors and soon afterwards Enzo got married to his wife Blaise and had Tessa, Rafael got married to Carol and they had Eleanor, Kara and Miranda. Rocco on the other hand was lucky to even graduate high school, seeing how badly his grades had dropped over the years. His teachers often complained that Rocco was distracted at school and didn’t do his homework, which was true in a way ― he was usually under too much stress to concentrate on homework. With grades as disastrous as his own, college plans were cancelled and he started out infinitely low on the career ladder, working as a tough guy in the criminal career in hopes of supporting his father someday. He’d lost count of how many women he dated up to that point ― since high school his girlfriends they had come and gone. He longed for a stable relationship such as his brothers had, but it seemed no woman could endure Rocco for long. They all insisted it wasn’t his fault that the relationship failed ― then in the same breath had criticized Rocco for shutting out emotions, not being tender, distanced, overall not husband material. It was almost funny after he’d spent all his life trying to be strong and not show his his emotions because in his family’s eyes emoting equalled weakness. He didn’t know how to open his heart anymore.

This november, Rafel had hosted a grand gala dinner at his house ― a celebration for his newly secured business deal with Nicholas Prescott, an influental politican and the richest man in all of Brindleton Bay. After they’d quaffed a considerable amount of liquor, Rafael led Rocco into his office and sorted the family pictures on the shelves, most of them showed little Miranda and the twins when they were younger. Then he’d opened a drawer and pulled out a frame showing a woman Rocco had never seen before. She was heartbreakingly beautiful, her lips a velvet red, her eyes a sparkling turquoise and her hair a curtain of platinum. Rocco was about to ask who she was, but his brother answered the thought before he got the chance to upen up his mouth. This is Patricia Prescott. Isn’t she the most gorgeous gem you’ve seen, little brother? Rocco shifted uncomfortably on his spot by the door frame, but Rafael went on, apparently a lot more drunk than he’d realized earlier. Weird, disjointed talk about how Nicholas was the most gullible fool Rafael had ever met, how empowering it felt to woo Nick’s wife behind his back. How he wished Patricia would go ahead and divorce her husband, so that their family could be complete. Rocco was not about to question what this bullshit meant, but the longer his brother kept on talking the more infuriated Rocco became. Their father’s business ― no, their family legacy ― relied heavily on Rafael’s business deals with Nicholas Prescott. He couldn’t believe his irresponsible brother was risking it all to mess around with Prescott’s wife! Losing Prescott’s financial help could very well push them into ruin. The business hadn’t exactly run smoothly after the old man retired and left Rafael in charge ― who messed up more deals with potential partners than he secured! Rafael simply didn’t have the brains Enzo could have offered, or the strategic talent Rocco had proclaimed for himself as a hacker over these past years.

A few hours after this confusing, aggravating conversation, Rafael seemed to have sobered up enough to realize who he'd been talking to. He approached Rocco, asking him to keep the newly aquired knowledge about his affair with Prescott’s wife to himself. Their father mustn’t know about this. Sure, he and Rocco have had their troubles with each other in the past, but that was long ago ― everything was forgiven and forgotten, right?

Rocco wished he had the courage to reply that nothing was forgiven. Didn’t his brother realize how shitty his behavior had been, how badly he'd messed Rocco up back when he was small and defenseless? No, this time Rocco was in charge ... and he wanted to make Rafael pay. He wanted to punish him a hundred times worse, wanted to make him realize how strong and capable inferior little Rocco had become. They never took him serious until they all came crawling to him and asked for favors. Not so long ago, his niece had asked for his help to scare off some boys from school who followed her around. Nelly ― or was that Kara? He never bothered to try and tell them apart ― was always convinced someone was out to get her, although Rocco long suspected all of Rafael’s kids had some screws loose. But Nelly was by far the worst brat amongst them, the one always strutting around with a smug expression, acting like she was some sort of sovereignty. After Enzo declined his father’s offer to take over the company, Rocco should have been the one to be put in charge ― he had grown up to be far more qualified than both his brothers. Instead his father had chosen Nelly as his heiress, a naive little school girl, who had never contributed to anything. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair and someone had to pay the price for all the ways and years Rocco’s family had wronged him. If that someone needed to be Nelly, then so shall be it. The only thing Rocco knew for certain was that he would not be overlooked, or trampled over ― or underestimated ― ever again.

Next Chapter: Two can keep a secret ...

#ts4 #thesims4 #sims #stories #Sims Stories #storytelling #thesims #gameplay #mystery #a deceptive perfection

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djrelentless · 7 years

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“Lips Above The Hips”

February 24, 2013 at 3:44am

I have been reminiscing about my early days in New York City and my early DJ gigs. So, I decided to share with you about my third DJ residencies at an afterhours club called J’s Hangout. It was at the corner of 14th Street and 9th Avenue in that triangluar building. I think it’s a restaurant now. If the folks who eat there now knew what went on there back in the early 90's they'd never touch anything in the building.

In the basement of this buiding, J's Hangout and Hellfire were dens of sin back in the early 90's.

J's was the birthplace of many hook-ups. There was a main room upstairs that would later house the dancefloor and the basement was where the darkrooms were. Inspirations for tracks like "X-cuse Me" by Franklin Fuentes were discovered by leaving at the 8 AM closing time and walking into the sunlight and traffic on a Monday morning. And legendary DJ's like Quentin Harris honed his craft on the turntables there. Nightlife celebrities likeKevin Aviance were regulars there. My track "Why Are You Gaggin'?" was written after some shade was thrown at me after my first weekend working there. And one night I even swore I heard James Ingram singing along with the late night mixes. J's was the place where most ended up if they wanted to continue to party after the bars closed at four. I became one of a long line of DJ's at this afterhour oasis.

You see, before my residency could start, they had to put a DJ booth in the space. So, until they did, I took a job as sex police. Oh...did I mention that J’s was a jerk-off afterhours club? Sorry. So, my job was to walk around in the basment areas designated for these activities and make sure that there wasn’t any real sex happening. Usually I would walk through the rooms with a flashlight and say “Lips above the hips, gentlemen.”

Now, you can imagine that I had seen a lot of things while doing this job. Guys passed out from too many drugs. Plenty of drug deals. And obviously all sorts of sexual activities. But what I saw one cold night in December of ‘94 would change my life forever!

When you work in any establishment that is involved in the nightlife, you begin to see some regular customers. And I had plenty of regulars who frequented the basement rooms in J’s. One in particular was a slightly young looking guy (not really my type, but he stuck out because I thought he didn’t need to be trolling around in the basement at J’s) with light facial hair and really blue eyes who I had thrown out a few times for perfroming oral services.

On this particular night, I had decided that I was going to trick all the guys in the main room where the jerk fest was happening. I walked in and flashed the light. Everyone was on their best behavior. Then I pretended to leave the room and go upstairs. But really I only stood outside of the room for about a minute. Just enough time for everyone to start misbehaving.

I eased my way back into the middle of the room. Now...if you have never been in a sex den like a jerk off club or bathhouse, there is an energy about the space. It is a sense of urgency. You only have a few minutes to do whatever you are going to do. So, there are zippers quickly being undone. There is is the rush of man funk from the guys who are a part of the leather scene. There’s a lot of heavy breathing. And there is absolutely no light in the room. The only light would be someone lighting a cigarette (Yes, this was before the smoking ban).

So, I’m standing there. I hear the familar sounds of slurping and groaning. I flicked on my flashlight and quickly surveyed the room. First it was the usually sights. One guy has his pants all the way down and is being penetrated against a wall. There’s another guy about to snort some cocaine. And then my light hits a sight that was so foriegn to this situation that I almost dropped the flashlight.

The young guy that I mentioned earlier was on his knees giving a blow job. His eyes were closed. His pants were unzipped. His crotch was exposed. But there was no penis. Instead I saw his hand feverishly fingering a vagina. You see....the young man was not a young man at all. It was a woman in drag as a man.

I quickly turned off my flashlight. I had to compose myself. I guess the guy who was getting the blow job saw the light and started pushing what he thought was a guy away. She obviously realized that I had seen her and began fumbling to get her pants back up.

“Lips above the hips, gentlemen.” I said as my voice slightly cracked.

I turned on my light and everyone was back on their best behavior. She made a bee-line for me. She knew that I had seen her in all of her glory. We took that familiar walk up the stairs. The one we had taken several times before when I had thrown her out. As we got near the top of the stairs, she grabbed my arm and said “Please don’t tell anyone.”

I really didn’t know what to say. The look in her eyes was of desparation. At this point I should say that she was not a transsexual. She was a straight woman in disguise. How did this woman end up coming to a gay men’s jerk off club? What would make her fake her gender to be in the company of a bunch of gay men? Unfortunately...these bat questions would not be answered on this bat channel the following week. I never saw her again.

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thereallemongrab · 7 years

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@sixpenceee My glitch in the matrix: Mine is simple but I can't explain it. A few years ago, in my old house, I wanted to get some fresh air and let my dogs out, so I did. Firstly, for reference: the backdoor is parallel to the basment door as it is a small house. It forms a sort of mini hallway. My dad didnt trust the lock so we kept a two by four wedged in between the two doors. Anyway, my dad was napping on the couch, so got up, I un-wedged the board, opened the door, walked out with the dogs and shut it again. I streched and felt the sun and let the dogs do their business. I decided to head in. I went to open the door but it wouldnt' budge. I thought maybe I pressed in the lock when I was shutting it, so I tried to get glimpse through the door's window. What I found was the two by four wedged in between the door. "Oh crap, dad must've woken up and put it back with out checking for me," I thought. I knocked on the door, but he didnt come. I knocked again, louder. No answer. I decided to go around and check the front door. It was unlocked, ironically. I went in, and there was my dad sleeping. Maybe I woke him up when I went out, so he got up, put the two by four in, and layed back down? No. He was in the same exact posistion less than three minutes ago when I walked out. "Dad," I said, waking him up, "did you put the board in the door?" He said he didn't even know that I went outside. I checked the board to see if it had simply fallen into place, but I found jammed in, several inches away from where I propped it up before I went out. I let the dogs inside and tried to figure out what happened. Even if something likeghost put it back or it happened to perfectly fall, neither my dad or I heard it. It's like it popped back into place behind me, and thats why I think it was a glitch in the matrix.

#sixpenceee #glitch in the matrix

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selfdestructionisbeauty · 3 years

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My love story

Chapter 1: the start

When i was 17 i met a man that set my world on fire. I was just a teenager who constantly had crushes, still a virgin while he was married with 2 kids all by 23. I rember looking at him from my register thinking how a guy like that could never like or want me. God i remember like it was yesturday. April heat began early that year.our store would do certain charities and one of them was big summer raffle that required to sell donated goods most of the time it was outside and hosted by cashiers. The weeknd of my 18th birthday i got to be one of the lucky ones who got to spend their shift outside along with him. My heart fluttered with excitement as the front end manager introduced me to my new friend k.j. his skinny figure, tatoos, and piercings were what any emo girl could dream about. As me and him were talking we were discussing my rebellious urge to get a tounge ring he was trying to convince me not too but all it did was make me want one even more and tht night so i did it. It also started a whirlwind that would last about 5 years. I quit the store later that year ending my fantasy thoughts.

Prbely a year later, after i had my first real boyfriend even though that relationship came and went after it i felt revived i had dropped a bunch of weight and strted gainging some confidence after being picked on and bullied for most my life i started picking my head up. Maybe he noticed. Or maybe he did feel something that day. Whatever it was a shopping trip crossed our paths again and he made coments tht were suggestive. And i can remember the words as vividly as the day they were said “ look at you coming in here with your short shirt distracting us boys from work”. What? Me? Not some older taller cooler girl than me? I giggled and continued on my way. As i made my way twords the dairy dept we started chatting where he mentioned tht his wife and kids were going away to flordia and he wanted to “hang” i was still in confusement or shock. Thinking this can’t be real. We exhanged numbers where he gave me set of rules for having his number.i had to be sure if this was what i thought it was what i thought because it my head it couldnt be it .so i kept randomly dropping in where the flirting got more agressive and it became more clear as to wear things were heading.

We continued to exchange conversation where he told me beautiful things and i melted. No one talked to me that way at least no one like him. I started creating excuses to see him mainly going to the store. Grocery shopping could be a daily, weekly thing.counting down til the night we had planned to hang out. And then it was there.

At the time i was reckless. I just wanted to fuck without reason, become numb with whatever substance anything to shut the voices up bt instead of them saying give up, your worthless, they were saying let go.I wasnt thinking it would go anywhere i jst wanted to have someone i was never one of those girls that got tht. The satisfaction of having someone that you fantasized about even tho i knew it wasnt going anywhere. I wanted to be lke those guys who put notchs on their belts and i was.

That night in may with the fog looming over the island like most off shore towns eary like the set of a scary movie bt this fog was nothing but steam taking over . We met and sat in my car a long while befor he got spooked and decided to call it off even tho i was sad it was probley for the best and to my luck there was another boy waiting. A friend of mine i had cheated on my previous boyfriend with( reckless). So i decided to take my losses and head back to my kneck of the island. Slightly relieaved.

When i got to my other friends house he was drunk off whiskey. The only time he wanted to fuck me. I still never understood that relationship and i stopped trying, he was just a fix. Because of his state he wasnt able to preform and since me and him were still texting even after i left. He urged me to come back and of course i did. Sometimes i wish i diddnt because i would never know how determental it could be to free fall with the wrong person underneath you. I went back after i had a chance to stop what started but a new voice took place of the weak one ;a stronger one, a chaos inducing one, one that told me let loose and be bad and i was.

It was about 11 by the time i got back where we quietly moved to his basment apartment where we sat on the couch, he was smart. He kept it dark. Moved all the toys to the corner knowing those are things that could cause me to stop and turn back being 19 and at the time i diddnt know it bt now i do bt attractive.

It was akward.was it his first time doing this? Did he do all this time? Without warning our lips met lke it was an exsplosion of sorts a nuclear bomb going off. Signaling game time. The details are messy this was now 10 years ago. Some how our cloths disapeared and he was in me. It started on the couch. he grabbed and lifted me to the kitchen, then to his bedroom, fast paced, chaotic, no time, no tempo,just messy and all over the place. No ones ever. Not like that. Intense. Passionate. A scene you could imagine in a movie reguarding lust.

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