#except for this guy he's fun :) love when stories have a blonde guy and hes kinda fucked up <3
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doodled Stayn from living with magicians webtoon... I like him :) (just felt like drawing random webtoon characters fsr lmao)
#living with magicians#독신마법사기숙아파트#stayn#idk his last name lol#my art#im like 100% certain theres nothing in those tags either#I've been keeping up w this webtoon but I havent said anything abt it bc i dont necessarily rec it..?#i mean its decent so read if u want but i dont have brainrot for it so dkfjdj...#except for this guy he's fun :) love when stories have a blonde guy and hes kinda fucked up <3#he's like a cross btwn milk cookie & clotted cream cookie but more of an asshole than both of them KDJDK#(can i just say i rly prefer his design from ep 1 tho..... girl why'd u straighten ur hair... 💔 glowdown)#oh also he fits 1 of my fav tropes... asshole healer :)#anyway yea i dont necessarily rec it ITS NOT BAD BUT NOT 1 OF MY FAVS IS ALL... 🤧#(try to only rec webtoons i feel strongly abt bc i want u guys to trust my taste dkfjdk)#BTW IM NOT DISSING IT AT ALL its a nice webtoon!! if u also read it and like it then yaay#ok i do highkey love stayn tho hes the only 1 i have brainrot for. i <3 2 faced blonde bitches
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Something Worth Staying For
🥳Happy Birthday to the wonderful creative supportive @cowboy-buddie who makes this fandom so much fun for me. Love ya Kels Please accept this little gift, my attempt at an enemies to friends to lovers AU. 5 chapters 1 coming at you everyday (so I have time to finish the last chapter🤣)
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Living in a small town wasn’t for everyone but Eddie liked it. When he and Chris had settled here he hadn’t been sure but slowly the place had gotten under his skin and now he was as good as a local. Well almost, Chim still called him cowboy sometimes, but Eddie had decided ignoring that was the best plan and it had mostly worked. Chim only called him that these days when he wanted to be particularly annoying. Not that he doesn’t love Chim, the man has become like his brother. In fact he’s built a small family for himself and Chris here. It turns out taking a job at a small town newspaper was the best idea he’s had in years. He’s never quite gotten over the surprise of his new boss, the paper’s editor waiting for him with his wife outside Eddie’s new front door on the day they arrived.
Bobby and Athena had been there from the start ready with a home cooked meal for their first night in town, helping them unpack, and essentially making him and Chris feel more welcome than Eddie had ever expected when he’d nervously said yes to a fresh start and moved himself and his son halfway across the country after his divorce was finalized.
Now he’s made a home here and has an extended family he loves dearly. It’s almost perfect. Except, he does get a little lonely sometimes, Chris is getting older and when he’s busy and Eddie’s all alone in his house he sometimes wishes that he had someone to share his life with, he’d dated a few of the women in town but nothing had clicked. Not that he was especially bothered by the failure, he hadn’t actually really liked any of them but it would be nice to have someone special.
He’s been here almost three years now and it seems pretty unlikely that he’s going to find his dream partner, after all what are the chances of the perfect person just turning up in Eagle Creek one day and being interested in a thirty year old single dad holding down a quiet job writing local news stories for a small town paper.
“Eddie?”
Eddie looks up and takes a breath.
Whatever he’d been expecting when Bobby said his name it wasn’t to see the man standing next to him. He’s tall, well built to say the least, with sandy hair which might have been blonde or brown depending on the light, and extremely blue eyes. There’s a mark of some kind over his left eye and he wonders if it’s a bruise or something more permanent. It doesn’t diminish the man’s good looks in fact in Eddie’s opinion it enhances them. Frankly he’s gorgeous. Eddie knows he finds men as attractive if not more attractive at times than women but he’s never particularly felt the urge to investigate where those thoughts could take him. He’s not a casual kind of guy and the trouble with gorgeous people is they so very often know it and in his personal (and relatively limited) experience that does very little for their personality.
This guy is so pretty he’s probably a complete jerk.
Despite those warning bells as they look at each other the stranger smiles and Eddie can’t help how his eyes flick down then back up again almost immediately, it's a nice smile. A little shy, almost sweet even. The guy isn’t giving off any particularly arrogant jackass vibes. Eddie wants to but he doesn’t let himself look again, turning his head to focus on Bobby instead. Actually the new guy looks a lot like Bobby, maybe he’s his nephew or something, just visiting.
Eddie returns his boss and friend’s smile, feeling strangely apprehensive for some reason. Maybe it’s because Bobby looks guilty. Eddie recognises the slightly shifty expression on the older man’s face. What has he done?
He finds out quickly.
“Eddie this is um, Buck. He’s uh… he’s going to be working here.” Bobby won’t look at him and is rubbing his hand across his chin nervously.
Well that’s unexpected. Eddie can’t help the sudden sharp furrow of surprise and suspicion on his brow. Bobby hadn’t mentioned anything about someone new. Do they really need someone new? Eddie hadn’t thought so in fact he’s mildly irritated by the news. Why hadn’t he been told? He looks at this ‘Buck’ person again with fresh eyes. Maybe he does look like a bit of a jerk after all.
Jerk or not he’s still ridiculously good looking and Eddie can just imagine the stir someone who looks like Buck is going to cause in town. Nightmare, he can expect a stream of people asking him for the new guy at the paper’s number. Urgh... Just what he needs.
Bobby’s still talking, “so Buck is gonna be helping with some stuff, improvements I guess you could call it.”
Blue eyes sparkle and the man beams. What kind of name is Buck anyway? And really who needs to be that handsome, it’s just excessive. And wait did Eddie just hear Bobby say improvements? A sinking feeling hits him, oh no, he didn’t actually do it did he? Bobby’s been threatening to do something about the computers since before Eddie arrived, surely he hasn’t finally done it has he?
The scowl on Eddie’s face deepens and he fails to notice the smile slipping from his new colleague’s face.
“Buck and his sister have just moved here, Maddie’s a nurse and Buck here is…” Bobby pauses and Eddie’s suspicions grow. Bobby can’t quite meet his eye. Yeah he has a bad feeling about this, there can only be one reason Bobby’s springing this on him now. Only one thing this guy is here to do.
Still looking anywhere than at him, Bobby takes a breath and reveals Buck’s role at the paper.
“Well Buck here, he’s well, he’s a bit of a computer whizz and kind of a social media consultant.” He says those three words quickly and moves on. “He’s going to upgrade our IT, get us online and run the “socials.” Bobby glances proudly at Buck for getting the word right.
Eddie doesn’t register the responding shy and pleased smile from the younger man all he notices are the air quotes dropping in around ‘Socials’
The word is unfamiliar and unwelcome on Bobby's lips. Frankly he feels a little betrayed, why hasn’t he been told? He bets Karen knew which means Hen knew and that means Chimney does as well. They’ve all probably been very amused about how badly he’ll take it. He also thought Bobby felt the same way about the perils of the internet as he did. It’s not that he can’t use it. He has a smart phone, he can download apps just fine thank you and while it’s a running joke around here that Eddie doesn’t ‘do’ technology he’s not actually an idiot. If he wants to, he can use computers just fine, he’ll accept that the internet is vaguely useful and if he wanted to have ‘socials’ he would. He just doesn’t choose to because it stupid and pointless and you can’t really trust the internet, no one's ever been able to convince him his phone isn’t listening to him.
Buck draws his attention back from Bobby when he speaks for the first time with what Eddie considers an unnecessarily smug quirk of his mouth, “I’m here to drag you all into the 21st century.”
“I’m fine where I am, thank you.” His voice sounds cold even to himself.
Despite glaring at new guy he catches Bobby's wince out of the corner of his eye. He knows he sounds positively hostile but he’s annoyed. The newest member of the team obviously recognises that too because the smile vanishes.
Eddie doesn’t feel bad for being unwelcoming. Not even a little bit.
Bobby sighs wearily, “This is why I didn’t tell you. You know we need to modernize. It’ll be good for us. We can reach more people, be faster, it’ll make things easier for everyone.”
Bobby pauses obviously hoping for something back. He doesn’t get it so he just shrugs, “It’s going to happen Eddie .”
“You’re the boss Bobby.” There that was neutral, mostly.
Eddie stands, avoiding eye contact with both men. “I’m going out to get lunch.”
He doesn’t offer to get anything for anyone, which he knows is rude but he doesn’t care much right now..
Eddie lets the door behind him slam on his way out.
Bobby sighs dramatically next to him as Buck keeps his expression as blank as he can; that did not go well. That went very badly indeed.
“That was actually ok, I was worried he’d take it worse.”
Buck turns slowly to stare at his new boss a little incredulously. Bobby thinks that went well? Shit how bad does this Eddie guy get?
When they’d walked in Buck had been taken aback by the man sitting behind the desk. His dark hair and soft brown eyes had looked inviting for a moment. He’d smiled softly and something had tripped and fluttered in his chest. He was a damn attractive man and then when he’d started scowling at him well Buck’s always liked a challenge but he’s not stupid. He knows instant dislike when he sees it.
It’s too bad he would have liked to have made a friend. At least he has Maddie to keep him company.
“He’s not particularly friendly is he?”
Bobby chuckles dryly, “He is, once you get to know him. He’s a really great guy. I think you too could be good friends.” Another sigh as Bobby looks towards the door, “It’s my fault, I did surprise him. I’ve been putting off telling him about you. it’s just he really does hate computers.”
Buck arches an eyebrow at the door the hot angry man had just walked out of.
“I can tell.”
“Whoah man! Mind my door.”
Chimney looks up from behind the counter where he’s just finished pouring a coffee.
“What’s got you all twisty.”
Eddie glowers at him, “Nothing, just come for my lunch. Is that a crime?”
“Delightful mood I see?” Karen’s voice floats over from where she’s working on her laptop at one of Chimney’s tables.
He turns, as expected she’s staring at him, unimpressed. She fixes him with a penetrating stare which he avoids. He’s very aware he’s in a bad mood and she should know why, after all everyone else has been told.
He can’t help the snap in his voice, “So why aren’t you in the office to greet our new colleague.”
Karen’s eyebrows lift eloquently. He knows she knows but will she admit it? God he’s annoyed. He doesn’t really know why he’s so upset either. Except maybe there was a moment when he looked into blue eyes that he’d felt something only to have it washed away by Bobby’s words and his rush of irritation.
Karen sips her latte coolly, “I’m a free spirit Diaz, I go wherever I want and right now I want to be here because I like it here, I get to see my wife and she brings me coffee and I get to eat Chimney’s pastries.
She pauses and looks at him with far too much insight.
“So he’s here then.”
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Chim retreat.
He knew, she knew! Everyone but him, his irritation rises again, he can just imagine it don’t tell Eddie, he’ll freak out! He’ll make a fuss.
He ignores the tiny voice inside him saying 'and were they wrong? You’re not exactly winning employee of the month right now are you?' He ignores that and lets the comforting haze of indignation wash over him.
“So you did know! Charming.” Karen’s admission really does nothing to improve his mood.
Karen rolls her eyes at him. “Oooh you really are in a snit aren’t you? Poor guy can’t have upset you already. He’s not even been here a day.”
“And…” she says with a waggle of her finger “you can’t blame Bobby for putting it off. Every time he’s so much as mentioned going online you pull a face.” She nods at him, “Yeah that one.”
He quickly wipes the expression away, “and you sulk for at least a day.”
“I do not.”
Another voice joins in, “You do.”
Chimney’s contribution is as unwelcome as this ‘Buck’ back at his office is.
However Chimney is as resistant to his glaring as Karen is.
“Ok so maybe I do a bit,” he admits it reluctantly “But we don’t need to go online and we certainly don’t need that guy.”
“I’ve heard he is very good at his job annnnnd…” Karen adds nonchalantly, getting somewhere close to the hidden heart of his discomfort “I’ve seen his picture, online , “ he throws her yet another narrow eyed glare for that jibe “and if I wasn’t a happily married lesbian I’d say he’s hot. He’s going to be a popular boy round here!”
She laughs at the noise he makes.
“He’s not that good looking” he lies because he can, “and I don’t have to like him.”
Karen stands up folding her laptop as she does. She looks more serious, teasing gone.
“No you don’t but you do have to work with him. And the poor guy’s not done anything wrong.”
He hangs onto his resentment justified or not, he’s no longer so sure, and answers with a single surly word and sits down.
“Yet.”
“Eddie,” Karen sighs his name, “You’re being unreasonable and you know it.”
“Perhaps I like being unreasonable.” He leans back in his chair and folds his arms then unfolds them because it looks too defensive and he doesn’t want to prove her right.
Karen shakes her head, “Go play nice with the new kid or Bobby will put you in time out.”
Eddie ignores her. He’s not sure why but this Buck guy is already under his skin.
Karen moves towards the door, “I’m going to go meet him, you’ll be back soon right?”
He mutters “Sure” and accepts the warning look he gets from his friend. “I’ll be polite, promise.”
He can be polite to this new guy, he is a professional after all and it’ll be fine. He probably won’t have too much to do with him anyway.
Eddie waits for his order and wonders how annoying can one guy be?
#buddie#911 fox#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie fic#happy birthday kels#911 on fox#911fic#911 fic#buddie au#enemies to lovers
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Let Me Go
Hi guys. Have a new Charles Leclerc story up. I hope you enjoy it. All mistakes are my own. I prefer longer stories but if you prefer separate parts then let me know ☺️
Trigger warning for mention of SA.
LET ME GO
Being in love with your brother’s best friend is not always the ideal scenario. A scenario Y/N Fontaine only knew too well. Her brother Riley was best friends with Charles Leclerc having lived next door to the Leclerc family their whole lives. Y/N was about two years younger then the boys and was extremely close to her brother and to Charles, but she knew that he only saw her as a little sister. Riley and Charles were both charming, sweet guys and plenty of girls threw themselves at the two guys. Y/N loved spending time at the track with the two as Charles raced around and Riley tinkered with the karts. As they got older Y/Ns crush on the Leclerc boy only grew but she never told anyone about her feelings except one, her best friend Chloe Dupont. She had been the one to keep Y/n realistic about Charles and her feelings for the boy. She had shown y/n that the future F1 star only cared about her in a platonic way and as far as y/n was concerned that was good enough for her.
Bounding down the stairs of her house y/n was excited as she was on her way to spend the day with her best friends. She stopped as she past the living room on her way to the door when her brother called her name. “Hey guys,” she smiled. Riley, Charles and their other two friends Pierre Gasly and Dean Monet were seated around the long table clearly in the middle of something important.
Pierre got up and crossed the room to give her a hug. “Hey Petal.”
Hugging him back tightly y/n chuckled at the nickname. “Hey Gasly.” She noticed Charles was looking at her and she felt her cheeks grow warm but she simply smile at him before turning to her brother. “What’s up Ry?”
“Where you off to?”
“We have to finish planning for the school dance. Its only a few weeks away.”
Dean shifted in his chair, “You have a date yet?”
All the guys turned to look at the young Frenchman except Charles. He kept his eyes on her.
Riley raised an eyebrow at his friend who just shrugged his shoulders.
“Umm I have to go or I’ll be late. But I’ll see you later.” y/n moved over to her brother and kissed his cheek. Pierre had gone back to his chair but as he passed her he tapped his cheek. She rolled her eyes before kissing his as well. She looked at Charles who too tap his cheek, she quickly walked over and repeated the action. It did not go unnoticed though that y/n had not done the same with Dean. Maybe it was simply the fact that he had embarrassed her but the reality was that he creeped her out. Ever since she had turned 17 a year ago, the older blond boy had begun paying too much attention to her and not in a good way. He had even tried to kiss her in the bathroom at Riley’s 18th birthday party, something she had never told any of the other guys. With a final goodbye she left the boys to work on whatever it was they were doing.
The girls were currently sitting in Chloe’s room papers laying everywhere. Planning a dance was a lot harder then they had anticipated but it was fun. Y/n and another girl were talking about some designs and Chloe had gone off to the bathroom when the latter’s phone buzzed next to them on the bed. Y/n glanced quickly before taking a second longer look. Why was Charles sending her friend messages. She grabbed the phone and read the message that was opened on the lock screen.
“Gonna be a little late in picking u up 2morrow.”
Confused y/n opened her friend’s phone as they knew each others passcodes. She clicked on the chat between Chloe and Charles, realising that the two of them were an item. She looked up as Chloe entered the room. The other girl saw the look on her friend’s face and the phone in her hand. “Y/n,” she started but was interrupted.
“How long?”
“A month.”
Y/n nodded getting up and grabbing her things.
“Where are you going?” Chloe demanded.
“What’s going on?” Abigail asked looking between the two.
Y/n ignored the girl, just looking at her friend. “You’ve been seeing each other for a month but how long have you been hiding your feelings from me? Have you been laughing behind my back about my “stupid little crush.”
“Its not like that.”
“Oh really?” she asked hands on hips. “Tell me them Chloe how is it?”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “You want the truth? Fine! Do you really think that a guy like Charles would ever be interested in you? You’re a nerd, you’re on the plumper side and he’s your brother’s best friend. If he wanted you he would have made a move already and not fallen for me. You’re out of his league y/n. It’s time you realise that.”
“Well at least I realised now what kind of friend you really are.” y/n threw her bag onto her shoulder and headed for the door. “Good luck Abbey.”
As soon as she got home she could hear the boys in the lounge watching something on the TV. She quickly and quietly made her way upstairs so as not to face them. But as she reach her bedroom door, the last person she wanted to see came out the bathroom.
“Hey.”
“Hi Charles,” she responded quickly without looking at him and opened her door, quickly closing it behind her and climbing on her bed, wrapping her arms around her legs.
There was a gentle knock before the door opened. “Cherie?” He walked inside and gentle closed the door behind him. Seeing how she was sitting concerned him, so he made his way over and sat down next to her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” She kept her head down so he wouldn’t see that she had been crying.
“Look at me, please?”
She shook her head, “I’m fine Charles. Can you please just go?”
He reached out his hand and tried to lift her chin, “Please tell me what’s wrong.” She looked up at him and tried to give him a smile in hopes it would convince him but he could see that she had been crying. He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. “Why have you been crying?”
“It’s nothing just something stupid.”
“Cherie..” he began but she pulled a way and stood up.
“I’m ok Charles, you don’t have to worry about me,” she wiped her eyes trying to get ride of the evidence of her tears
He stood up and walked closer to her placing his hand against her cheek. “I’m always going to worry about you. I care about you.”
“I’ll be ok. You should get back to the others before they come looking for you.”
He tilted his head slightly and gave her a piercing look that made her drop her eyes. She stepped away from him, going to her desk and opening her laptop before sitting down.
Charles sighed, knowing her well enough he knew she wasn’t going to tell him. He was just going to have to give her time, but he was determined to find out what going on. “You know I’m here.” She nodded. “Ok.”
She heard him leave and only once the door had closed did she allow herself to breakdown again.
For the next several weeks Charles couldn’t help but notice that she was different. None of the others noticed but he did. She seemed to almost be avoiding him but when he asked Riley why she was never around he simply replied that she was busy with finals and college applications. He knew it wasn’t that though, it was something else but he knew with summer coming up he would have time with her. Both their families had planned a vacation together in Corsica and he knew that if she was on a boat in the middle of the sea, she wouldn’t be able to run away. However unbeknownst to Charles y/n was about to change the plans.
One afternoon after school y/n visited her mother and Pascale at the hair salon, excitement in her eyes.
“What has got you looking so happy my love?” Amelie Fontaine asked her daughter.
The young girl reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope. “Maman look at this.”
Amelie put down the hairdryer she had in her hand and took the envelope. She took out the papers and read through the documents. She looked back at her daughter once she was finished. “Egypt? For the summer?”
Y/n nodded. “Professor Shuzman will be chaperoning with a few other teachers. Maman it’s an amazing opportunity. Can you image all the historical things they might found?”
She saw the look on her daughter’s eyes, “ You really want to go?” y/n nodded. “What about our vacation? Riley and Charles head back to racing after. It really is the only free time they get.”
“I know Maman but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its a historical dig that they are inviting the most promising students to join. This will add to my college applications. And it’s only for three weeks. I join you guys for the last week.”
“I don’t know y/n.”
“Please Maman?”
Finally Amelie agreed. How could she deny her daughter when she was so excited. Y/n screeched in happiness before throwing her arms around her mother.
“However, you are telling your brother.”
“Thank you Maman,” she replied nodded her head.
A few weeks later summer was just starting and y/n was busy doing some last minute packing. It felt a bit weird that she and her family were leaving but were going opposite ways. Them to Corsica and her to Egypt. Riley had been a bit sad when she had told him but was extremely proud of his little sister who also had graduated top of her grade and would be starting University soon. Charles on the other hand was not happy she wasn’t going to be there. He had been looking forward to spending time with her especially since she had been so distant. But there really wasn’t much he could do about it. He decided to invite Chloe to join and she had been more than happy to accept. He had noticed that the two girls no longer spoke and he figured that maybe he could get some answers from his girlfriend. As far as he was concerned though, this was going to be a long summer, too long without her.
Cairo was more amazing then she had imagined. So much history right at her fingertips. The three weeks had flown by far too quickly for her and she was sad to be leaving. Another reason was named Chris. He was an American student who also happened to be the son of the man in charge of the dig. He and Y/n had gotten pretty close over the three weeks. He was charming and funny and not to mention attractive. But what drew him to y/n was his passion for history, much like herself.
“Hey y/n.”
She was currently sitting at a coffee shop in the airport while she waited for her flight. She looked up from her book and found herself looking at the very man she had been thinking of, “Hey Chris.”
“May I?” he indicated to the chair next to her. She nodded. “What times your flight?”
She looked at her watch, “About an hour.”
“I can’t believe that you’re already going home. It’s not going to be the same without you here.”
“I wish I could stay but Uni starts soon and I know if I don’t spend some of the holiday with my family they will kill me.”
He chuckled, “Its nice having a family that’s so close.” She nodded. “Can I...I mean do you think I could maybe come visit you?”
She smiled brightly, “I’d really like that.”
She stood at the marina waiting for her brother to pick her up so she could join the family on board Charles’ boat but as she saw the little speedboat approaching the dock, she noticed that it wasn’t Riley at the wheel but Charles. She felt her heart skip a beat at the site of the brunette racer. She had hoped that by being away from him would have magically changed her feelings but she was wrong. On the boat the young man was also feeling something different. As he saw her standing there in a knee length yellow sundress, Charles realised just how much he had missed her. Chloe had only been able to spend the first week with them but even then he hadn’t really enjoyed the company, his mind always thinking about the beautiful girl in front of him. He smiled at her as he pulled the boat to a stop. He reached out his hand and grabbed hers lightly, helping her onto the boat.
“Thanks.”
He hugged her tightly and kissed her head lightly. “ Hi Cherie.”
She returned the hug feeling like this is where she belonged but made sure to not hold on too long. “Hi. Where’s Ry?”
“I volunteered to come fetch you,” he waited for her to sit before starting the boat.
“Why?” she cocked her head.
“I missed you.”
That simple statement sent butterflies erupting in her belly. But she knew not to take it to serious. He meant he missed his friend. “How’s Chloe?”
He shrugged. “Okay I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Haven’t really seen or spoken to her since she went back to Monaco.”
She nodded.
They chatted for awhile about Egypt and everything she had gotten up to. He could listen to her for hours. The way her face would light up when she’d talk about anything she was passionate about, made him smile. Soon the sun was starting to set and they had a little bit further to go when he had an idea. “Do you want to drive for a bit?”
She looked up at him in surprise. “Last time anyone let me drive I almost ended up on the deck of some Americans yacht.”
He chuckled. “Nothing but open water for a bit. Besides I’m right here.”
Biting her lip softly she thought for a minute before nodding her head. She got up and moves closer to the wheel. He stepped back and allowed her to grab the wheel while he stood close behind. He placed his hands over hers on the wheel and she felt her skin burn. She gulped. “Nice and easy Cherie.”
She could feel his breath against her skin and Goosebumps erupted. It felt like time had stopped, his body pressed against her back. Charles was feeling the sparks too. Her skin under his hands, the temptation to run his fingers along her skin, to press his lips against her exposed neck, her perfume intoxicating. He felt himself leaning closer, lips hovering above the skin when he felt her pull away. “You should take over.”
He watched her walk back over and sit down, not looking at him but he could see her cheeks were flushed. They rode in silence for the remainder of the trip and as soon as they got to his boat she was gone in a flash. She didn’t even wait for him to help her off, afraid of what she felt for him. He sighed watching her drift away from him into her mother’s arms.
A Few weeks later
The first few races of the session had not been what Charles had been hoping for. For some reason he had thought that maybe just maybe Ferrari had got over their shit show of a year and making progress. Boy was he wrong. The strategies were even worse than before and both he and Carlos were struggling. Not to mention that he and Chloe had broken up and fans were abuzz with the news that just a few days after breaking up with the girl he had started to hang out with another of their friends Charlotte. She was a nice girl and they had alot of fun. But one thing that didn’t sit well with him was the fact that y/n had become even more distant from him. She had seemed hurt when he and Charlotte got close but tried hard not to show it.
Speaking of the young girl she had been hurt when he had started seeing Charlotte but not surprised. Chloe had been right when she said that he would never see her as anything other then he’s best friends sister. So she did what she had to, focused on school and had made a decision to go out with guys who actually wanted to be around her. It was currently a non race week and even though she had been hoping to spend some time with her big brother, Riley had to go off to the Red bull factory with Max. As his race engineer Max respected and highly trusted Riley’s opinion. So y/n had decided to head home after class, order some pizza and enjoy her favourite movie. She had just gotten to her apartment and had taken off her shoes when she heard a knock at her door. As soon as she opened it she knew she had made a mistake. He shouldn’t be here, in fact she wasn’t even sure how he knew where she lived. She tried to close the door but he was stronger then her, forcing his way in he slammed the door behind him. Before she had a chance to cry for help he struck her across the face. She tried to run to her room, she could lock herself in and call the police but he grabbed her from behind, placing his hand over her mouth. “Not a sound, or it’s gonna hurt a lot more.” He shoved her to the bedroom and pushed her hard on the bed. She tried to fight him but he hit her again hard enough to taste blood. He reached under her dress and ripped off her underwear before shoving it in her mouth. He pulled off his belt and climbed on top of her grabbing her hands together and tying it together with the belt. She didn’t want to give up but he was so much stronger than her, feeling the tears rolling down her face as he ripped open her dress from the top y/n couldn’t stop the inevitable from happening as he forced himself on her.
As soon as he was done he got off her and pulled up his jeans. He leaned over her and undid the belt before putting it back on. Her face was covered in blood and bruises were starting to form. He leaned down again grabbing her chin forcefully and kissed her, she had no energy to pull away but once he released her chin she turned herself over away from him. “Tell anyone and I’ll make it a regular thing.” And then he left. He left her laying there on the bed, broken. It hurt when she moved but she forced herself to get up. She gingerly made her way to the closet and grabbed the longest jacket she had and pulled it on. As easily as she could she made her way down to the garage, thankfully not running in to anyone and found her car.
“Miss Fontaine are you sure there is no one we can call?” a young nurse asked as the doctor examined her. She had made her way to the hospital and was now been questioned by both the hospital staff and the police. She told them everything, everything except who had attacked her. She felt humiliated and violated, just wanting it to be over but more than anything she didn’t want anyone to know especially her family.
Dr Wiseman stood up, she was an older lady about her mom’s age and she had a sympathetic look on her face. “Y/n I’ve got all the evidence I need and will make sure the detectives get it. Katie over here can help you take a shower now if you want?” Y/n shook her head. “Ok. Katie,” she turned to the nurse. “Can you get some clean scrubs for y/n to change into?”
“Sure.”
“Also please ask the detective to come on in.”
She nodded before heading for the door.
“Can I use the bathroom?”
“Of course. Let me help you up “ the older woman took her hand and gently pulled her up.
While y/n was in the bathroom the girl’s phone started ringing. The Dr ignored it the first time it rang but when Katie returned with the clean scrubs the phone rang again and this time Katie answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello?” the man’s voice sounded hesitant. “Im looking for y/n?”
“She is currently with the Doctor but who can say called?”
“Doctor? What happened? Is she ok?”
“I’m really sorry but I can’t share information but I can get her to call you when she is done.”
“I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.” The man didn’t wait to hear anything before he put down the phone.
Y/n came out the bathroom and sat back down on the bed. “Can I go home now?”
“We need to wait for the Dr to come back. And I know that the police have a few more questions. But soon.”
Several more minutes passed before the Dr returned, by then the police had finished up with her and had promised to keep her updated on their progress, she had just nodded, numbness setting in. As the Dr was talking to her Charles burst through the door. “Cherie.”
“Excuse me sir but you can’t just walk in here, no matter how famous you are.”
“I’m sorry Doctor but she’s family.” He didn’t take his eyes off her and walked closer.
“What are you doing here? Better yet how did you know I was here?” y/n asked. She didn’t want him there, she didn’t want anyone there.
“I called you. Someone said you were with a doctor and this is the only hospital around.”
“Would you like him to leave?” Dr Wiseman asked her.
“Its ok. I just want to go home.”
“Well I really would prefer you to stay over night. You are going to be in some pain. And I don’t want you to be alone.”
“I’ll be ok.”
“She’s going to stay with me.” Charles replied at the same time.
Y/n looked up at him, “I’ll be fine.”
“No arguments. I’ll look after her Dr.”
Dr Wiseman looked between the two before settling her eyes on the young girl. “Its your choice.”
“Its fine.”
“Okay, I’ll get the discharge papers and your medication. Mr Leclerc may I have a word outside please?”
“Ok.”
She waited till they were outside the door before speaking. “I can’t share with you what has happened I’m sure you can understand. She has been through something traumatic and I really don’t want her alone but she might not be ready to talk or want to be touched. So don’t force the issue. Just get her to relax.”
“You don’t have to worry Dr. I’ll take care of her.”
She nodded, “I’ll be back. Oh and Mr Leclerc?”
“Yes?”
“As much as she wants to go home, it might not be the best place right now.”
“Understood.”
The drive back to his apartment was silent, he had an idea of what had happened to her and it made his blood boil. The idea of someone touching her without her permission made him see red. He hat d seeing her like this so small and fragile. But he heard what the doctor had said and didn’t ask anything. He would wait for her. As he pulled up to his apartment she finally spoke. “Why are we here?”
He parked the car and turned off the engine before turning to her, “I told you, you’re staying with me.”
“I want to go home Charles.”
“Cherie, is that really where you want to be right now?”
She took a deep breathe before shaking her head, “No. He was there.”
He slowly reached out a hand so as not to scare her. “You’re safe here.”
“I know.” She pulled her hand away and climbed out the car. Once they had reached his apartment, she asked if she could take a shower. He grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of track pants for her to wear when she got out. While she was on there he ordered some food and her favourite ice cream. He had just put down the phone when he heard it. He raced towards the bathroom and opened the door. She was sitting in the shower knees up to her chest, crying loud, heart-breaking tears as the hot water ran down on her. Without a second thought he opened the door switched off the water and pulled her into his arms. Right now neither cared nor noticed that she was naked as she buried her face into his chest and let the tears fall. “Please don’t tell them. Please don’t tell anyone.” She begged.
“Its ok Cherie, I won’t tell anyone. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. No one will ever hurt you again.”
After getting her and himself dried up, he had helped her get dress and for the first time saw the bruises. If he got his hands on the bastard that had done this, he was going to kill him. They ate dinner together and they were sitting in the lounge watching a movie when he felt her head slide down. He looked over at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. He grabbed a blanket from top of the sofa and shifted slightly so that her head was on his lap. He threw the blanket over her and gentle started stroking her head. He heard his phone ping and picked it up.
“Hey Cha. Do you want to come over?”
It was Charlotte and he knew his answer right away. There was no way he was going to leave the side of the girl who was currently using his lap as a pillow.
“I can’t. Maybe another time.”
It had been several days since the incident, Charles had pretty much taken care of her, taking her to her apartment to get some clean clothes but he wouldn’t let her stay there. He had gradually gotten her to open up and tell him what had happened but she never said who it was. There was a part of him that thought she knew who her attacker was but he never pressed too much. Neither did he press her to tell her brother when he had called a few days ago. Charles had to leave for the French grand Prix and he had convinced her to come with him. He believed it would do her some good and with her currently doing classes online it was a win win. He got to have her close by and she got out of the city. Riley had been happy to hear she was coming if not a bit confused as to why his sister and best friend were spending so much time together without him. Charlotte too had not been thrilled with the Monégasque as he was spending less and less time with her, something y/n brought up on the jet.
“I don’t know y/n. I guess it’s still new and I’m still easing into the relationship.”
“Please tell me it’s not because of me.”
He chuckled, “I like spending time with you. But no that isn’t the reason.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m a big girl. Can’t hide away for ever.”
“I know, believe me. I like having you close though.”
Those words made her stomach flip but she didn’t harp on it. “You should have brought Charlotte with you.”
“And I would have if I wanted too. Truth?”
“Please.”
“She is a bit of a distraction out there.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t mean in a sexual way. I just mean that she wants the spotlight on her and it’s distracting when I’m trying to focus on the car and the race while she’s making us do photos and things. You always let me vent and go through things with me, even though Riley is on the opposite team.”
“She shrugged, “I like talking stats with you and the cars. You know I love Formula 1 almost as much as you and Ry.”
“Exactly. Sometimes I feel like Charlotte is only with me for the fame. She never showed much interest before I joined Ferrari.”
“Maybe she’s still trying to navigate things herself. It cant be easy having all your fans constantly commenting on everything she does.”
“My fans aren’t that bad. They love you.”
“Because I’m not competition.” He cocked his brow so she continued. “Even though they might not actually have a chance with you, many fans still think they could.”
“Why would you think you’re not competition?”
She shook her head, “Point is maybe just give her some time.”
“Don’t avoid the question.”
She simply gave him a small smile and placed her earphones on her head, shutting him out.
As soon as they had landed in France y/n had been engulfed by the drivers. It had been a while since she had last seen them and most if not all the drivers loved her. Max had quickly swept her away after media day much to Charles’ dismay. Seeing her laughing and so carefree was both a blessing and a curse to him. He was happy she was starting to move on from the rape but he didn’t like that she was so close to Max or any either guy for that matter. Even though he knew he had no right, he had Charlotte after all. A few of them were currently chatting outside the garage when Charles noticed the change in y/n. She suddenly got really quiet and he noticed that she started fidgeting with her fingers, something she had done at the hospital. But it was her eyes that spoke volumes, she looked scared. The look only intensified as his friend Dean Monet approached. She shuffled closer to him, something she had done unconsciously. But that was when things clicked into place.
“Hey guys,” Dean greeted, his eyes landing on y/n.
It happened in a split second, Charles without hesitation drew his hand back and punched Dean hard in the face. Both Mac and Riley grabbed Charles holding him back as he tried to lunge forward. All he knew was that he had to make sure Dean hurt.
“Charles, come on man! What’s gotten into you?” Riley pleaded with his friend.
“Let me go!”
“Not till you calm down.”
Pierre was trying to help Dean who now had what looked like a broken nose.
A couple of guys came out the garage at the commotion. Several more guys had to try and hold Charles back as he broke free from Max and Riley and went for the other guy again.
“Charles!” It was only the sound of her voice that made him stop. He looked at her and saw that she was crying.
“I want him arrested!”
“Arrested? For what?” Riley asked.
Charles didn’t answer, he had promised her but he didn’t need to say anything because she did. “He raped me.”
Riley slowly turned to his sister, “What?”
Pierre stepped away from Dean fist clenched. Max told one of the mechanics to get security.
“I’m sorry Ry. I didn’t want to tell you.”
Dean stared at her blood running down his nose. “She’s lying.”
“Really?” Charles made a move towards him but she placed a hand on his arm stopping him. “Wanna explain the bruises and the hospital report?”
“She wanted it. Liked it rough.”
“You bastard.”
This time it was the mechanics who had to hold back the drivers as Riley, Pierre and Max tried to climb into the guy. But thankfully security showed up and took Dean inside to wait for the police.
“We should go inside, you can use my driver room, its closest.” Max offered. Riley nodded before waiting for his sister to follow Max.
Max closed the door behind the three giving them some privacy. Riley watched as his sister sat down. She didn’t look at him. “Don’t all talk at once.”
Charles replied, “Not mine to share.”
“Y/n?” Riley crouched down in front of her, his hands on her knees. “Talk to me.”
“It was a few weeks ago. You were with Max at the factory. He showed up and forced his way in.”
“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Does Maman know?”
She shook her head. “No one knew. Except Charles.”
Riley turned to his friend, “And tell me how is it that you know? And you didn’t tell me.”
“I asked him not to.” He turned back to her. “I was ashamed.”
“Of what?”
“He’s your friend and....”
“And what?”
She sighed. “I could have maybe done something to prevent this “
“Cherie it wasn’t your fault.”
Riley got up from the floor and sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Charles is right. You can’t blame yourself.”
“He tried before.”
“What?” both guys asked at the same time.
“At your 18th birthday party. I came out the bathroom and he was there. He cornered me in the room and tried to kiss me. A few other times he would touch me when I’d walk past even though he knew I didn’t like it.”
“You should have told me. This whole time that asshole has been around you.”
“I know. And I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t apologise. There is nothing to be sorry about.” He hugged her tight. “Charles, your turn.”
“I called her that night. Wanted to see if she wanted to grab some pizza. One of the nurses answered. I raced over there, just need to make sure she was okay. When I got there I knew something bad had happened. But mate my concern was on her, I didn’t even think to call you and then she made me promise not to tell anyone.”
“But we’ve seen Dean. Why now only?”
“I didn’t know it was him till today.”
“Charles can you give me a Riley a minute?” y/n asked.
“Sure.”
When he was gone, y/n turned to her brother. “Don’t be mad at him. He’s been amazing.”
“I’m not mad at him. I just wish that I could have been there with you. But I’m glad you didn’t go through this alone. I take it that’s why you and Charles have be n hanging out so much.” He nudged her shoulder with a wink.
“Meaning?”
“Nothing.”
She rolled her eyes. “I really am sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. You gonna tell Maman?”
“I really don’t want to. You know how she can be. She’ll make me come stay with her.”
“Cant believe your still at home. You’re tougher then you seem.”
“Actually...”
“What?”
“I’ve kinda been staying with Charles.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep, seems like he is as bad as Maman.”
“He cares about you. More than you realise.”
She stood up. “I guess I have to talk to the police now.”
He nodded, “Ill be right there.”
As soon as she was done with the police y/n went in search of Charles but he was no where to be seen. “Hey Pierre, you seen Charles?”
The French man shook his head, “Not since...you know. Are you ok?”
“Not the highlight of my day but I’ll be ok.”
“Good. I’m really sorry that happened to you.”
She smiled at him before giving him a hug. “Well I’m glad that I have you guys.”
“Always Cherie.”
When she left Pierre and walked through the paddock, she could feel eyes on her and she knew that people were probably talking about what happened and it made her feel uncomfortable. She popped her brother a message and made her way to the hotel. Since Charles had pretty much insisted on them sharing a room, she figured she would see him later and find out how he had knew about Dean. She had put on a brave face and dealt with everything but the truth was she was exhausted and just wanted to be alone. As soon as she got to the hotel she found Charles sitting at the table with a bag of ice pressed against his right hand. He looked up at the sound of the door closing.
“Hey,” he got up and walked over to her.
“Hi. I looked for you at the paddock.”
He nodded. “Andrea thought it would be better if I came back here. I was done with everything and I needed to cool down and clear my head. I wanted to wait for you though.”
She reached out and moved the ice bag away from his hand and grimaced at the bruises that was forming. “Sit. We should put some ointment on that hand.”
He turned to look at his hand. “Its ok. Doesn’t even hurt.”
“Now yes but you’ll feel it tomorrow. Sit.”
He sat down while she went and grabbed a first aid kit out of the bathroom. Placing it down on the counter, she turned his chair around so that he was facing her. As she began to clean up his hand she asked the question that was on her mind. “Charles, how did you know?”
“You.”
“What do you mean?”
“When he got there I saw you change. Your eyes especially.”
She looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his brown. “When I saw him it made me think of that night.”
He took hold of her hand and drew her closer to him, putting her between his legs. “I had a feeling that you knew the guy and seeing that fear in your eyes, I knew it was him. I wanted to kill him Cherie.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Even after what he did?”
“I wouldn’t want you or anyone to ruin your lives for me. It’s not worth it.” She stepped back from him and reached for the ice bag taking it to the sink.
He got up and walked over to her making her turn around. He placed a hand on her cheek, “I’d risk it all for you.” He had her trapped between his body and the sink. And just like early when he had hit Dean, he allowed his instinct to take over. Not taking his eyes off hers he leant down and kissed her.
At first she was surprised but just as quickly she responded. His hand that was not on her face moved down to her waist. He pushed his tongue against her lips asking for permission which she gladly allowed. His phone began to ring braking the spell. He tried to ignore it but she pushed against him. “It might be important.”
He sighed before grabbing the phone. “Its Charlotte.”
“Answer it.”
“Y/n.”
“Its ok.”
He declined the call only for it to start ringing again. Y/n moved out the room grabbing the first aid kit as she did. He reluctantly answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey Cha. I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“Come down to the lobby.”
“You’re here?” he asked looking up as y/n walked back into the room. She looked back at him hearing what he said.
“Surprise!”
Y/n smiled sadly at him before walking out the door. Kissing Charles had been a mistake. He had a girlfriend and Charlotte was a friend. They had gotten caught up in the emotions of the day that was all it was. She heard him call her name as she got on the elevator but she didn’t stop or turn back.
She went over to Pierre and Kika’s room. Ever since Pierre and Kika had started dating she and Y/n had become close friends so as soon as she had met up with her friend they had gone out drinking. Some of the other drivers joined them and as if the universe had fucked her over enough, Charles and Charlotte were among them. She pretended that nothing had happened even though Charles kept looking at her.
Sitting across from her was Logan Sargent one of the Williams drivers. He leaned over, “Hey y/n, would you like to dance?”
“Yes I would.”
As she got up and took Logan’s outstretched hand, she glanced at Charles. Charlotte was basically in his lap chatting to Kika but he was just looking at y/n. She turned away as Logan led her to the dance floor.
Turns out Logan is quite a charming, funny guy and y/n was having fun. At least as much as she could have. After a few dances she leaned up so that he could hear her over the music and excused herself to the bathroom. When she came back Logan was no where to be seen. She walked over to Alex, Logan’s teammate and friend. “Hey, you know where Logan went?”
“He left with some girl.”
“Oh.” That was weird. She thought they had been having fun. She grabbed her jacket and left sending Kika a message so she wouldn’t worry.
Race day arrived and excitement was in the air. Max was on pole as usual and Lewis Hamilton was in second. Charles had managed third place and the top three were looking good. Y/n was currently sitting with Kika in the alpine hospitality ready for the race. She hadn’t spoken to Charles since the kiss and had successfully managed to avoid him. Didn’t hurt that he was too preoccupied with his girlfriend. Logan on the other hand she had seen a few times and every time it seemed like he was avoiding her. She made a note to try and talk to him after the race.
After a predictable but not uneventful race with a few dnfs and two safety cars Max won the French grand Prix with Lewis and Carlos rounding off the podium positions. Charles had had a bad pit stop and Xavier had stuffed up the strategies causing him to finish in 8th. She knew he was pissed and half of her wanted to go to him but he had Charlotte and she needed to respect that. It was only a few hours later once the track was clear and teams were making their way out did y/n manage to talk to Logan. Turns out Charles had told him to stay away from her. Now she was the one that was pissed. She called the airline and booked the first ticket back home before heading to the hotel to grab her stuff.
A few weeks later everyone had gathered at the Fontaine home to celebrate Amelie’s birthday. It was the first time y/n and Charles had seen each other since France. She was sitting upstairs after dinner on the balcony when he came looking for her. He lifted her legs off the couch and sat down next to her, placing her legs on his lap. “Hey you.”
“Charles.” She hates how his hands on her thighs made her skin burn.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Been busy with school.”
“There’s something else.”
She tried to move her legs to get up but he wouldn’t let her. “You threatened Logan.”
“I didn’t threaten him. I merely.....”
“Told him to stay away from me.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Why did you kiss me?”
He sighed softly. “Because I love you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
This time when she moved he let her. “You love me, like a sister?” He shook his head. She got up. “How long?”
“Always.”
“Then why are you dating my friends?”
He ran a hand over his face conflicted. “Because it’s easier.”
“So I’m hard to love?”
“No,” he stood up too. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then just exactly what do you mean Charles!”
“I’m bad at relationships. I always fined ways to screw it up. Dating other girls is easier because when I inevitably screw up I can walk away and if they never want to see me again it’ll be ok. But I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. You’re the one person I don’t want to ever lose.”
“So what? You just never take a chance?”
“I can’t.”
“So you lied.”
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
“That night, when we kissed, you said you’d risk it all for me.”
“I can’t risk you. My career, everything else but not you.”
She brushed away the tears that were falling. “Then you have to let me go.”
He tried to get closer to her but she moved away. “Please Cherie. Don’t do this.”
“It’s not fair Charles. You can’t expect me to sit around and watch you be happy with another girl when I’ve been in love with you for so long. And then get jealous when some other guy actually wants to be with me.”
“I want to be with you..”
“But you can’t. I know I heard you!” she snapped. She turned her back towards him and looked out at the night sky, trying to stop the tears.
Charles reached out and touched her back. “Y/n, I know you don’t understand but I need you to know that I love you, more than anyone in the world. I’m just not good for you.”
“Ok. You’ve made your decision one j have no say in apparently. Because if I did, I would tell you that I don’t care about anything other then you. I want to be with you but I can’t change your mind. So o have to move on and you have to let me.”
He turned her around. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” She kissed his cheek lightly. “Good night Charles.”
She walked away leaving him to ask himself, “What have I done?”
Days turned into weeks since they last talked and it was having an effect on both of them. Charles had been having trouble concentrating on his races and y/n was spending all her time either at school or at home. It wasnt till Kika showed up one day and dragged her out to dinner that y/n finally left her apartment. While they were out she was surprised to run into Chris, her American friend from Egypt. He was in Monaco for to teach a few class at the university which turned out included hers. The two of them spent more time together over the next few days and y/n found herself not thinking so much about Charles. She missed him but she had to go on and when Chris asked her out on a date, she had accepted. She took things slow with Chris but over the weeks she grew closer to him and soon enough he became her boyfriend. It was at y/n’ surprise birthday party that her boyfriend and Charles met for the first time. It hurt seeing her with someone else. He hates how Chris made her laugh and smile. The way he got to touch her and hold her. He knew it was his own fault.
Miami was the turning point for Charles. She was there with him, he had seen them in the Red Bull paddock. She had seen Charles and smiled at him in greeting which made his heart leap but when he saw Chris lean down and kiss her before going off somewhere he took a chance. “Hey Cherie.”
“Hi Charles. How are you?”
“I’ve been better. I miss you.”
“Don’t.”
“I...”
“No Charles. Good luck today.” She left him standing there alone once again heart broken.
A third of the way through the race Charles landed up in the barrier. It was a pretty bad crash but thankfully he was able to get out the car unscathed. For a minute though y/n’ had felt her heart in her throat. The thought of something happening to him was hard to bear. She was debating whether or not she should go down to him when he brother came over to her. The race had been red flagged and everyone was waiting for a restart. “Y/n, he needs you.”
She got up and excused herself before making her way over to the Ferrari garage. Andrea let out a sigh of relief when he saw her. “Drivers room,” was all he needed to say. She knocked softly on the door.
“Go away!”
“Charlie it’s me.”
A few seconds later she heard the door unlock and when he opened it she could see tears in his eyes. She walked in and pulled him close wrapping her arms around him. “I’m a failure.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am. I can’t do this anymore.”
She pushed back a little so she could look at him. “Charles don’t talk like that. You can bounce back. Accidents happen and the season is still fresh.”
“It’s not the race I’m talking about.”
“Oh.” She let him go and went to sit down.
He closed the door before sitting down next to her. “I know you told me to let you go, but baby I can’t. I don’t want to.”
“You have Charlotte and I’m with Chris.”
“We broke up.”
“When?”
“After your birthday. She’s suspected for a while that I had feelings for you. But after seeing you and Chris together, I was mad. Not at you,” he grabbed her hand and started rubbing his thumb over the skin. “Mad at myself because I knew that it could have been us. We argued, well she started yelling at me and I just ended it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. She’s not you.”
“You can’t do that. You can’t flirt with me. I said you can’t be with me.”
“I was wrong. I want you and I need you.”
“I have a boyfriend Charles.”
“Does he make you feel the way I do?”
“That’s not fair.” She said getting up.
He got up to and pulled her close. “Tell me you don’t love me, that I have lost any chance with you and I will let you go.”
“Charles,”
He began to lean in and brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t push him away. But when someone knocked on his door she quickly rushed out the room. “Fuck!”
That night as he lay in the bed his mind trying to figure out how he had stuffed things up, he contemplated calling her. He had tried to find her after the race but she and Chris had left as soon as it was over. He finally settled on sending her a message.
“Please can we talk?”
She read it quite quick but never responded. He groaned before throwing the phone down on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his head as he let out another frustrated moan when he heard a knock on his door. He throw it down and climbed off the bed. He really did not feel like visitors. He was shocked to see her standing there. She didn’t say anything, she simply closed the distance and pulled him into a kiss. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, closing the door with his foot.
Clothes scattered around the room, they were laying in his bed wrapped on each other. “You wanted to talk?” she asked laying on his chest in a way that she could look at him.
He brushed some of her messy hair out her face. “You’re here.”
“I broke up with Chris after the race.”
“You did?” he smirked.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Did you mean it? That you want to be with me?”
“Every word baby.”
“So we’re an us now?”
“Now and forever. No chance in hell you’re going anywhere. In fact your not leaving this bed for at least the next 24 hours.”
“Really? And how ever shall I pass the time.”
“I have a few ideas,” he grinned before rolling them over and pinning her to the bed. He kissed her lips before slowly making his way down her neck stopping at each of her breast making sure to apply a lot of pressure on her nipples making her squirm. As he suck and licked them she felt his hand travel down her body reaching for her still sensitive nub and began rubbing circles. She arched her back at the sensation. “You think your ready for round two?” he asked as he slowly pushed his finger inside her.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He moved his lips down her body till he was in line with her pussy. He looked back at her one last time before lowering his head and running his tongue along her sex. The sound she made, made him excited, he knew that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing. And hopefully the neighbours wouldn’t complain too much.
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I had a moment of remembrance of my crazy childhood (all lives and childhoods are crazy, of course, but, please, let it be known that I had a really crazy one). This little story is about my first and last attempt at stardom as a child actor on screen. It has some exciting twists! Bear with me, is long-ish, but is one of my favourite “weird dani anecdotes” to tell at parties. Here, for you all, with 5 minute drawings!
My brother’s father (not the same father, but the same mom) had lots of friends from the independent film scene here and one of them needed children of four or five years old for a short film he was directing. So mom, seeing already a histrionic and bombastic nature in her eldest child, saw it as an opportunity to cultivate that inclination.
So she took me to the studio where they were going to film the scene, it was in San Telmo, one of the oldest neighbourhoods of Buenos Aires. I remember it so clearly: looking around, fascinated by the old colonial buildings and asking about the narrow, so narrow streets, and mom telling me that this place was old, hundreds of years old, so the streets are narrow and short, so different from our block. Love at first sight. To this day my favourite place in the city.
We arrive and my next memory is seeing a group of children with their parents. I remember looking at each other with the caution and distrust a priori that you got when you are five and meet another unknown five year olds. The adults there (now I know that they were the production team) gave us kindergarten uniforms. I was… in awe, it was a private school uniform! Like, the green plane colour ones with a big blue pocket. I was, for some hours, a private school kid. I was looking and touching the uniform completely transfixed on that. In hindsight, seeing how private schools are here, I am so, so glad I had public education from 4 to my 30s —we have great free public schools and universities— but at the time, to me it was a sign of a kid “living large”.
They put us all in a room and I don’t have so much of a memory of that except for three things: I was fascinated by the amount of wires and machines in front of me, the fact that a kind-looking woman with glasses was behind the biggest machine (it was a camera) and that mom was not there (we knew, after, that they took all the parents outside the room with the excuse that we could get distracted during the shoot, which, fair. But we will know in the next scene of this story the exact motive, stay tuned, this gets fun).
They put me at the side of a big woman with a trenchcoat and a blond perm that told me to “be calm and look like this:” and made an expression of worry, with her hands together in front of her. I, of course, saw that and put my hands together exactly like hers, and nothing more. In five year old Dani’s defence, I saw the hands! And she told me to look like her! Technically, I was right. So I stayed like that and nobody noticed the duplication of poses.
And then. Silence. I remember the silence. And then, shouts, so many shouts, a big guy, with a leather jacket, comes fast, shouting at us so much and shaking a gun (I was aware, via television and some neighbours, of dangerous dudes with guns). I was confused, and everything was so fast.
Suddenly that same shouting guy grabs me by the shoulder, manhandles me and I feel the gun on my temple. I remember, crystal clear, to be… confused. Just, utterly confused. Because in front of me were the big cameras, and the people there were exactly the same as before, the same expressions and attitudes, like nothing was happening out of the ordinary. So it felt weird, none of them reacting like the ones behind me. So I just... stood there, in the hands of the noisy guy, with a gun on my head.
Next thing I remember is my mom being furious. And telling me that what they did was an awful, unethical thing to do and that they were “unas basuras, tremendos hijos de remil puta” [garbage people, fucking sons of bitches]. That they did that to extract an expression of fear out of me, instead of telling me to act. She let them have it, I can tell you.
She never spoke again with the guy, but I asked her for a long time about that “movie I was at” that she got a copy years later and I was able to see it, finaly, when I was ten. It was crazy seeing myself in a moving image (I mean, the next time in my life that I get filmed at will be at 14, filming was expensive before smartphones and nobody in my family owned a home camera or such). I saw myself as a super small child, in a 2 minute scene inside a very pretentious and shitty short film, being used as a hostage. And let me tell you: It was hilarious, priceless, absolutely incredible. Because the scene is ruined by my expression. There is a close up of my face and the gun, and I am… kind of smiling, a confused and completely out of place smile. I am so bemused by all that there is no fear, only confusion. I am smiling with a fucking gun on my temple. A bewildered five year old being manhandled and threatened on camera making a face of "huh?". I ruined everything for them. They had one shot of that, they had to use it.
The lesson of the story: If you ever film with kids, they are not stupid, but you may be (if you do things like this). Just explain to them about acting, about pretending. Practise if you want a less “play pretend” act and more of a subtle thing. Don’t obscure your intentions, not only because is a shitty thing to do —and this dude was lucky that I was already a weird child, for a less weird child this could have been a traumatic experience— but also because the scene is going to be absolutely fucking ruined and it will be funny as hell.
Today mom is bringing what we think is the actual vhs with the short film. I am getting next week the equipment to be able to see if she’s right. I wish so hard for it to be that shitty short film, because I will have finally the greatest treasure I desire since there is web 2.0: the best profile picture ever, forever.
#dani's weird life stories#please please let it be that vhs copy please#i want it for a cv picture i want it for a t-shirt i need it#life shenanigans#mom is still angry over that. it was 27 years ago#long post#children in peril#but no actually#stupid cinema dudes and a confused child
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So, we start at the beggining.
Naruto begins as your typical shonen manga, introducing the quirky protagonist, the other characters and the story itself. This way, we meet a 12 year old child, mischievous, clumsy, very enthusiastic, goal-focused... But also a traumatised, lonely kid, who craves acceptance more than anything else, who wants to be valued and respected and, as most kids do, who longs for friends and family. This feelings of loneliness and of craving attention and affection are the key to Naruto's character and Naruto's story. Is these feelings that will drive our main character's actions throughout the beggining of Naruto the manga, is this feelings that will eventually lead Naruto to a journey of self discovery and love.
On the 3rd chapter it's time to form the teams. Naruto is very much excited because his grand dream at this time is to become hokage so that he can prove everyone that he is worth something, that he deserves respect, that he deserves love. So he looks forward to this day, he comes in class and sees his first love, Sakura. He really likes Sakura and even asks her if she'd like to sit with him, but Sakura seems to hate him, since he is so childish and bad at being a ninja. and also, because she is madly in love with Sasuke, who is sitting on the same bench as Naruto, just on the other side, sitting quietly and maybe just... observing. This is our first time seeing Sasuke, he is introduced as Naruto's ''enemy'' since he seems to hate him. Naruto thinks to himself that Sasuke is the guy he hates the most because he ignores everything that surrounds him, and, for some reason, this seems to annoy Naruto very much.
Sasuke is also introduced as Sakura's crush, although he doesn't seem to pay much attention to her nor any other person, and thus the love triangle is stablished, although for it to be a triangle some part is missing right?? If you get what I mean. But that is soon resolved since when Naruto sees Sakura so dumbfounded with Sasuke, he starts to wonder what does Sasuke have that he doesn't, and decides to get a closer look at him.
So yeah, this happens. In the 3rd chapter. Why on earth would you, as a writer, make your two protagonists kiss if you weren't going to do something along this line throughout your story? Kishimoto has said that he thought it would be fun.... Yeah, sure. Even if that was the case and Kishimoto is just a stupid man with poor humor (that, I believe) with no iota of intelligence or abillity to narrate to know that by doing this you stablish some sort of future feelings of love between them, it's still what it is, and so we say that our interpretation of Naruto's and Sasuke's future relationship as romantic is completly valid and the correct one.
Now let's picture this as Sasuke's pov: you are a 12 year old manga boy who's so traumatized that have decided to just ignore your social development and has chosen to just focus on your revenge and your hatred, not paying attention to any other kid at school except this blonde kid who's always alone and doing silly stuff to get everyone's attention, a kid that is practically the complete opposite of him, but that somehow, catches Sasuke's attention with every action that he makes. Now said kid comes near you and is suddenly kissing you! And it's your first kiss and you were nervous about this whole team thing but now it's like nothing matters because what??? This particular kid is kissing me??? And in class?? (we know that Sasuke believes the kiss was intentional since it was mentioned in some official book or something so yeah).
This event leads to our theory that Sasuke likes Naruto, since the first time he laid eyes on him and empathized with his loneliness. He wanted Naruto to keep going, so that Sasuke could keep going himself. Sasuke saw hope in Naruto's conviction, and this eventually lead him to have feelings for him, eventhough Sasuke wouldn't understand this feelings until later.
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What’s hidden under the mask?
Summary: You finally got a glimpse of the real Rafe and now you want to see it all.
Warnings: little bit of smut, little angst, language and fluff<3
A/n: I hope you enjoy reading this one! I’m sorry for always making JJ the bad guy, I actually love him! But someone needs to be… Let me know if you have any requests for some stories<3
The music was blasting through the whole house. People were getting drunk, dancing and making out.
Since the party took place at a house right in the middle of figure eight and the cut, it was kooks AND pouges. You were happy you could convince all of your pouge friends to go with you.
It was fun so far and you were currently sitting on a bar stool, sipping some weird drink from your red cup, waiting for JJ to come back. You kinda lost the rest of the squat.
You took a look around the party, you thought the whole “kooks against pouges”thing was stupid, so you loved seeing everyone together, just having a good time.
Everyone except the “death squat” Rafe Cameron and his two Minions Topper and Kelce were the worst type of “kooks”, worst type of PEOPLE to be real. They were so convinced to be some kind of elite and thinking pouges were trash, not good enough to hang around near figure eight.
They were arrogant, snorting coke at the country club and spending daddy’s money.
So you hated to admit, that Rafe Cameron was by far the hottest guy on the island, even more. If he wasn’t such a piece of shit, you might actually give him a chance.
Since you were technically a kook, living on figure eight and your mom dragging you to all the fancy events, you saw him quite often. You also went to the same Highschool with him on figure eight. He hit on you multiple times, making stupid comments and telling you how you’re “way to pretty to hang around on the cut” and that you should surround yourself with “the right kind of people”. He couldn’t wrap his head around why you would be friends with the pouges and why you would have a thing for that blonde beach boy (JJ).
But you always wondered what was under that mask that he’s constantly putting on, he can’t really be like that right? Not every second. Nobody is that grumpy all the time. You knew he had some trouble at home, especially with his father. You heard them argue multiple times and you knew he was giving Rafe a hard time.
You would just love to know what Rafe was like when it was just him, doing normal things like getting ready for bed or making breakfast.
You didn’t notice you were staring at him until he suddenly locked eyes with you from a cross the room. Giving you a cocky grin and winking at you. He looked really handsome tonight and you hated the fact that it made you blush. You were glad he was far away enough, not to notice. You quickly took your eyes off him and turned your body, your back facing him now. That’s when you saw JJ walking over with a blonde girl in nothing but hot pants and a bikini top, laughing obnoxiously and touching all over him. You felt your heart drop at that sight. You were raising an eyebrow and decided not to freak out quite yet.
“Y/n this is Jennifer. We uh- we dated once. We were just gonna hang out at the pool and talk a little, you should come.” The words poured out of him like this was totally okay.
Your jaw dropped and you felt the color draining from your face. He can’t be serious right now. You and JJ weren’t exactly dating, but you guys weren’t just friends either. Everyone knew that you guys were some kind of thing, but obviously you saw more in it than he did. You were so done with him and his constant mood swings. One minute he tells you you were all he needed and the next he’s all over some random chick.
You felt anger filling up your body and you wanted to smack his “fake clueless” look off his face. The blonde bimbo looked really satisfied when she realised you had a problem with them hanging out and that gave you the rest.
You got up from the stool and turned to leave.
“Oh you know, I was actually gonna go skinny dipping with Rafe Cameron so. You guys have fun” you said that louder than intended and suddenly more eyes than you would like, were on you.
“What did you just say?” He shoved the blonde off him and made a step towards you, tilting his head and looking irritated at your words.
You turned around one more time.
“Oh you heard me. Sorry, does that bother you? Here have a drink!” and with that you threw your cup at him. The liquor dripping from his face and soaking his T-shirt.
Some people were cheering and clapping at you, leaving JJ with a wet shirt and jaw clenched, you stormed off.
And you could feel all eyes on you, including Rafes. Your eyes met his for a second while walking out of the house.
When you finally made it outside you took a deep breath. It felt good to let all your anger out, he deserved it. And there was nobody JJ hated more than Rafe, that’s why it really got to him. Of course you only said that to piss him off and to be a brat. You stood there for a while, enjoying the light breeze and the faint music coming from the party.
“Hey doll face!”
Your head whipped around at that voice and you rolled your eyes when Rafe and his cocky grin appeared.
“Yeah. That’s not my name” you said annoyed, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“You still turned around tho” he shrug his shoulders and kept grinning at you.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes once more.
“I heard we got plans tonight” he said with a shit eating grin scanning your body, not even trying to make it less obvious.
“And those are?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Well you just announced to the whole party that we’re going skinny dipping tonight” he licked his bottom lip and took a few steps towards you.
You unconsciously held your breath, he made your heart beat faster and you hated it. He looked absolutely perfect and the way he towered over you made your knees feel weak. But you knew better than to fall for the charm of Rafe Cameron.
“You wish” you laughed out loud and turned around to leave, escaping this situation. You didn’t have time for this right now. You started walking away from him.
“What if I was?” He yelled after you. Still standing at the same spot.
You turned around to answer him while you kept walking backwards.
“Well. Little rich boy needs to learn that he can’t have everything he wishes for” you blew him a kiss and left, swaying your hips because you knew you got him good.
Rafe smiled to himself and kept looking at you until you were completely out of sight.
“Why the fuck were to talking to her?”
Rafe chuckled when he heard that voice, turning around to face the blonde boy.
“Oh we just talked about how we were so excited to go skinny dipping you know, getting really close and shit. So if you would excuse me.” He walked off, bumping into JJ on purpose.
“Stay the fuck away from her” JJ brought out through gritted teeth.
Rafe scoffed, leaning closer to JJ.
“Watch me Maybank.” He whispered and left with a smug grin on his face.
It was quite the long walk from the party to your house, you forgot that you came with JJ on his bike. But the longer you walked, the less you felt like complaining about it. It was actually quite nice and it gave you time to unravel your thoughts. You decided to walk along the beach, there was just something about listening to the waves, something so peaceful. You sat down in the sand for a bit, just enjoying the night. You could still hear the music echoing through the night. You hugged your knees into your chest, resting your head on them.
The sound of footsteps approaching pulled you out of your relaxed state. You lifted your head and saw the tall figure of Rafe Cameron.
“Do you mind if I ruin your main character moment?”
You sighed and let you head fall back on your knees.
“Do I have a choice?” You mumbled.
“Not really.” He sat down next to you, looking at you.
“You’re not seriously upset about Maybank and that bimbo right?” He asked with a sarcastic undertone. Like it was ridiculous to be.
“I don’t need you to to lecture me Rafe” you still mumbled into your knees.
“Oh come on. You deserve someone better anyway. You’re way out of his League.”
“Let me guess. That better one is you?” You lifted your head up to look at him.
“It could be” he smiled and shrug his shoulders.
You scoffed.
“Yeah right. I don’t even really know you and what I DO know about you, hasn’t really been my cup of tea, thank you” you said mocking him and took your eyes off him again, looking at the ocean.
“I can be whoever you want me to be” he responded, not thrown off by your sassy response.
“I would like to know YOU. Like, the real Rafe” you said turning your head back to him, looking into his eyes which were filled with confusion.
He frowned and slightly tilted his head.
“You know? The one you are when you’re just by yourself. Not who you’re trying to be for your friends or anyone else” you kept going, trying to explain.
He gulped and his expression softened.
“Nah that Rafe sucks” he shook his head and broke the eye contact, turning his head away from you.
“Who says that?” you asked quietly and took in the sight of his perfect side profile. He looked so peaceful with the moonlight shining down on him.
He shrug and let his head drop.
“Come on. It must be so exhausting to constantly keep a certain image up, let that mask drop. Just this one time.” You said softly, almost with a whisper.
He sighed and turned his head to face you, locking eyes.
“What do you wanna know?”
“I don’t know- What did you wanna be when you grew up as a kid? What’s your favourite season? What’s your favourite hobby? What are you scared of? Anything” you didn’t expect him to really open up so you were stumbling over your words a little.
“I wanted to be a cop, I like summer, I like to surf and I’m scared of never being good enough” the answer came without hesitation.
He looked down at his feet, clenching his jaw, clearly surprised by himself for saying that out loud.
You were shocked for a second about his honest answer and tried forming the right words.
“I- I never knew you surf” you said with an empathic smile. Trying to let him feel that you appreciated him opening up.
“Yeah if you tell anyone, we’ll have a problem. It’s kind of a pouge thing and I don’t need anyone to know” he said, giving you a serious look.
“Got it” you giggled a little at his concern and it made him break out into a little smile too.
“Who taught you?”
“My mom” he looked back down.
You could clearly see him being uncomfortable talking about his mom. So you didn’t keep asking. He didn’t look intimidating anymore, he looked like a little boy.
Suddenly you felt really comfortable around him, the mask finally dropped and this is by far the Rafe you could learn to like the most. You felt him being tense and maybe regretting being so honest to you.
“Come on” you jumped up and signed for him to get up too.
He looked up at you confused.
“Why? Where are we going?” He questioned with a confused look on his face.
“We had plans remember?” You flashed him a smile and as soon as he caught on to what you were implying, he got up quickly and returned that smile.
He watched you as you pulled your sundress over your head and he gulped at the sight of you, only in your underwear.
He did the same, exposing his perfectly toned and tan body. You watched his muscles twitch as he was taking his pants off, it was hypnotising.
He locked eyes with you and watched your hand disappear behind your back, as you reached for the clasps of your bra, letting the straps slide of your shoulders and finally exposing your boobs to him.
He let out a deep growl at that sight and let his eyes wander over your body. Then he softly reached for your waist, pulling you into him, looking down at you. You rested your hands on his bicep and his face was only inches away from yours. He stared into your eyes and you almost felt dizzy.
“You look perfect” he said smiling.
You smiled back up at him, biting your bottom lip and gently ran your hands down to his chest, just to gently push him off you and ran towards the water.
“Let’s go!” You laughed out loud.
He chuckled at you and was quick to follow. You both ran into the water, diving under and coming up at the same time.
You pushed your wet hair out of your face and so did Rafe. He smiled at you and reached for you once again. He wrapped his big arms around your waist and you wrapped your legs around his. Your arms slung around his neck and you ran your fingers through his hair. You scanned his perfect face, his ice blue eyes, defined cheekbones and plump lips.
You gently took his face into your hands, running one thumb over his bottom lip and the other one tracing his strong jawline.
He was taking aback by your soft gesture and just stared into your eyes through his long, dark eyelashes.
“You’re so beautiful” you whispered to him and you could see him blushing.
He leaned closer into you and finally kissed you to hide his face. His soft lips were moving in perfect sync with yours and his hands traced up and down your back. The kiss became more heated and his touches became more rough. His hand traveled down to your ass and he gave it a soft squeeze. His tongue was tracing over your bottom lip, he pushed his body closer to yours and the feeling of his hard on pushing against your core made you moan. Rafe smiled into the kiss, your fingers tangled into his wet hair, lightly tugging on it, earning a low growl from Rafe. Your heart was racing and adrenaline rushing through your veins. Never have you wanted someone more than right now.
You pulled away for some air.
“Rafe i want you” you confessed out of breath.
“I want you too” he said with a raspy voice, placing kisses along you neck.
You threw your head back, giving him more access, when he started sucking on your sweet spot you let out a whimper and quickly pushed him off again.
“But I want to get to know you better”
He smiled and tugged a stand of hair behind your ear.
“Why don’t you stay at my place tonight and you can ask as many questions as you want”
You nodded and smiled back at him.
“And tomorrow I’ll take you out for dinner and you can ask even more questions”
“Deal” you chuckled.
He chuckled back and went in for another soft kiss. Who would’ve known that THIS was the Rafe hiding under the mask.
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tumblr user tentacledwizard reviews: Employee of the Month
So recently [read: a few hours ago], @cgtg hosted a sort of movie night. The movie was Employee of the Month, starring Dane Cook. I joined it because I am always willing to expand my cinematic repertoire and also cgtg’s Davekat stuff is really good. Like I don’t even ship Davekat that much but their content is excellent. And the Sandler rap perfectly encapsulates my opinions on Adam Sandler as an actor, because ever since my dad played Billy Madison my life has been ok I’ll just do the review now.
So okay, I was prepared to have an ironically good time. I was convinced the movie would be 100% shit tier, just like Dave Strider said. But I should have known that Dave is not a reliable source. Because this movie was fun. I had a great time. When it comes to official reviews, I’ve seen mainly lukewarm/frosty attitudes towards Employee of the Month but *clears throat* Whatever.
Now, those who know me know of my passionate love for Home Depot. And if you didn’t know about this, now you do. I wrote a Home Depot/necromancy story in like 7th grade. Home Depot is paradise on earth. You could survive a zombie apocalypse in there. It has everything you need for survival- shelter, crops, energy drinks, etc. This movie basically takes place inside a Home Depot. I forget what the store was actually called. It doesn’t matter. You just need to understand that I love Home Depot so I will generally enjoy movies set inside Home Depots. That was a pretty big factor in my enjoyment. Never mind the fact that this was filmed inside a Costco.
Now onto the actual movie. By rom-com standards, is this a good rom-com? Ehhh. No. The main romance between Dane Cook and “Blond Tart” was half-baked. I saw nothing that distinguished the fair-haired love interest from the other rom-com love interests before/after her, except maybe her big ears. The pair had like nothing in common, mainly because I don’t really know about their interests? Gotta say that Dane Cook had far more chemistry with the other blond tart (aka the antagonist). I wasn’t rooting for the main couple. This is also partly because of the movie’s intense homosexuality. I am not even kidding. Their date was cute though, I just wish they actually had some things in common and we learned more about the love interest.
So basically the plot is that this guy Zack (Dane Cook) works at Fictional!Home Depot and he seems like kind of a “slacker.” He is rivals with a smarmy blond Eminem cousin named Vince (Dax Shepard), who seems like a “stand up guy.” Obviously he is a douche bag who flirts with everyone in a very unprofessional way. There’s some kind of subplot about the store trying to beat another retail place. Then this new employee (Jessica Simpson) waltzes into the place. (I could say she “breasted boobily,” but nah.) Her name is Amy and she allegedly has a thing for employees of the month. So Zack falls in love, but obviously Vince starts making some moves on her. Now Zack has to win Employee of the Month to get the girl, or else Vince will. (There was nothing to worry about though, he dates Amy without even getting the position yet. Also Vince is super awkward/gay.)
So let me just bullet point this. I’ll cover the characters/plot points/romance plots.
CHARACTERS:
Zack: The main character, Dane Cook. For everyone watching, there was this process of thinking oh no he’s cute and then falling in love with him. Look, he is actually pretty cute. I don’t make the rules. That dorky smile of his is great. He does have his flaws, like being focused only on his own problems. Dude just apologize. But they do get addressed. He’s a pretty good main character, and he really knows how to treat a girl. Home Depot date? SIGN ME UP. That’s going to be me some day, ok? I will meet some dude who shares my love for Home Depot and together we will wander the dusky aisles filled with all manner of appliances. Welp I kind of lost the plot. Anyway he has great date ideas. His little yellow car thing is a complete travesty but I will let it slide. Jorge has the better yellow vehicle but of course he does. Jorge is gangsta.
(guy has that Kubrick stare)
Vince: The main antagonist besides the nebulous “corporate.” At first he seems like a blond flashlight that draws in the ladies like moths. He truly seems like a suave douchebag. As the movie goes on, you learn that this is untrue (the “suave” part). He is really awkward. Probably the only person in love with him is my main guy Jorge (Efren Ramirez). More on that at ten. Anyway, Vince is really good at cashiering. He does an unprofessional little circus act with the products that makes the ladies allegedly swoon. He gets Employee of the Month many, many times. Can Zack possibly usurp him?? Who knows! So yeah, Vince is a sopping and pathetic fellow. At some points you want him to shut up, but at other points you feel this deep well of pity for his plight. Negative points for using the r-word once >:( but also hey this is 2006.
Amy: Uh. Ummm. Well she seems very friendly and… like a love interest. Uh… I’m sure there has to be more to her. Right? Oh well. Her big ears are pretty cute. Sadly, she doesn’t exactly have a personality or agency over the plot. I don’t really like plots that are just two guys fighting over a girl, except that turned out to not really be part of the movie so it’s fine. At least she called out Zack when he was being stupid, but that was mainly just to milk some drama. I think she and Lily should date.
Jorge: Jorge, the man that you are. Look, he is amazing and I cannot lie. What even is a salmon churro? The entire chat was yelling every time he was on screen. He first appears as Vince’s lackey, and he mainly helps out Vince with his various sabotage attempts. But he turns out to have more depth than that. He is like a short bug. He is willing to stab an old lady. Jorge is what we call “gangsta.” Everything he does is cool in a Jorge sort of way. He really made the movie. You can fight me on this.
Lily: The Human Resources manager. Okay, so she doesn’t have dialogue (I think) but I wanted to include her here because she is cool and really pretty and I had a minor sexuality crisis once she arrived on screen (it happens every other day. Don’t worry about it). I like the lily in her hair. She was so real for accepting a bribe and eating that Butterfinger. <3
Grandma: She could be referred to as feisty. You could also say she’s bisexual. Kudos to her for keeping it real with Zack. The “seed of love” speech was…really dubious!
Boss man: Whatever is going on with him, it’s very gay. He outright says that he thinks/has thought about kissing guys. Maybe there’s something between him and the policeman? Anyway, I feel pretty bad that his older brother emasculated him. Not much else to say. He’s not exactly a paragon of professionalism, which is what makes this movie fun. He totally wants to be the fatherly boss but he fails. His lackey’s name is Dirk. Strider reference? You know it. (This was made 3 years before homestuck started).
BOSS Boss Man, aka Corporate Incarnate: Boss Man’s big brother, in the age sense. Okay, this guy kind of scares me. He is way less relaxed than Boss Man, and he certainly can drub people with canes. He runs a tight ship, so obviously he won’t stand for the main character mayhem going on.
Iqbal: I don’t remember a ton of stuff about him, but he is like a lot of my family friends. He deserves good stuff because he had to put up with Zack’s crap for longer than necessary. Do I have to cover every single character? How about we move onto the main thing: shipping. It’s not really the main thing, but I'm going insane over it so for me it is.
SHIPS:
Oh man okay, here we go. I already covered my very few thoughts on Zack/Amy so here are some ships that I find interesting.
Zack/Vince: Basically, the plot of the movie revolves around these two and their rivalry. I kind of doubt their hate is platonic. At one point Vince compares them to a pair of “old gay sailors.” Zack’s face really says it all, honestly:
Their scenes together had a ton of sexual chemistry. Intense Kubrick stares. Toreador-ish mop fights. Breaking into the other person’s house to make them late for work. You know. Like that. We all agreed that they are best summarized as “toxic yaoi.” Essentially, they are kismeses. Also, Vince is a complete mess around Amy but seems way more comfortable antagonizing Zack. I don’t think Zack is really into Vince, but it’s an interesting thought.
Vince/Jorge: Now this. THIS is the true romance of the story. You think I’m kidding? This is pretty much canon (or at least heavily implied). Where Zack and Vince had some sexual tension, these two have a Home Depot’s worth of romantic tension. They have so many little moments, like when they just kind of solemnly listen to music in a car (which turns out to be a bookend). They’re constantly around each other, and their relationship actually has an arc. Vince starts out kind of using Jorge as a henchman, but then Jorge goes against that. There’s a temporary breakup, and Vince kind of loses it. He has no one to talk to now. But he’s willing to pull himself together and give Jorge the space he needs to think things through. And THEN they have this big moment where they get back together as equals and it’s beautiful and okay it’s easier to just show you.
(Previous image) Here we have Jorge helping Vince with his dorky-ass heelies because Vince is trying to be a coolkid like Zack.
And then we have that whole moment over there. They’re holding hands! (Hurt/comfort moment tbh)
THEIR VICTORY DANCES?? HELLO?? This is adorable i can’t
Okay, this is blatantly romantic. The words “please, come home” imply that they share a home. Perhaps they are even… roommates? But look, the normally rude Vince is actually being considerate. And he calls Jorge “homes.” Jorge normally calls him that!
Full access to the cashier’s lounge? Jorge you mad lad.
Awww-
Okay I gasped aloud at this part. They are married. Or like they will be at some point in time. “It just feels right” yeah they are SO married. Look at the height difference. They are everything, as of four hours ago. This is cinema.
I can’t do this man why did I start reviewing this. They use each other’s pet names. Shit. Fuck you, Dane Cook movies. I hate feeling emotion like this.
yes, Jorge and Vince were the real romance subplot all along. They’re literally the last scene of the movie.
Look at the smile on Jorge’s face. Jegus. This ship is everything. These two were the real emotional core of the movie. Without them, I’d just be like “eh whatever at least it was fun.” But damn, they really delivered on the romance subplot.
Uh… Yeah I can’t really think of any other ships that I like. Vince/Amy sucks and they had nothing to say to each other. I like the idea of Amy/Lily, though! I think either of them could make employee of the month. I guess Amy/Zack is good for now though.
OTHER THINGS:
That clubhouse is awesome. Probably a big hazard considering it’s on top of that big shelf. But hey I want a Home Depot buddy lair too!
Vince saying he can get a little anal…. >:? Sir what.
Amy’s really out there auspiticizing for Zack and Vince huh? She deserves good things for having to put up with that
Why did it suddenly turn into a sports movie for a few minutes? Why were they playing softball against another hardware store? We may never know.
Banger soundtrack. 10/10.
And that’s a wrap everyone, catch me crying over the hug or making “ironic” fanart of Dane Cook and co. I really enjoyed this and I will hopefully be there for the next flick. Wow I wrote a lot about this movie. Uh. Consider it ironic, I suppose.
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Into my Web
Chapter 1
Billy Russo x Female Reader
Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo
Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, vampires, biting, blood, obsessive thoughts, dub con, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.
A/N: This has been sitting around for a few months. Well almost a year honestly. Life happened and we never really got to wrap it up with a pretty bow finish...But we worked so hard on it, we didn't want it to never be read or enjoyed. So I will be posting this story because I have fond memories of it. I hope you guys will enjoy it, we sure did have a lot of fun writing this.
Masterlist | Buy me a coffee
“Come out, sweetheart! I know you're here!” Billy called out with a predatory smirk. It was a dangerous one, one that said despite a smile he was feeling quite a fair bit of rage. He loved the chase, he couldn't deny that. But he was getting a little sick of this now. No matter how long the girl had been with him, how many times he punished her for disobeying him, it seemed she wouldn't learn. It was pretty fucking irritating.
Human servants and toys were a common thing in the underbelly of the vampire world. They were illegal of course but it didn't mean he didn't know how to get one. The black market was rife with vampire activity and he had a good friend that told him where to find one. He hadn't really ever desired a human servant or toy. Humans were food. Why the hell would he want one to accompany him everywhere and keep her alive? But after visiting his friend, seeing his harem of humans and just how obedient they were, how much they did for his friend, he couldn't say he wasn't intrigued. He had always been a jealous type, it was just in his nature. When he saw his friend happy and being served like he was, he wanted that for himself. So his friend had told him just where to go. He didn't need a harem. He didn't have a problem with getting girls to sleep with him so he wasn't too fussed about that. But one little obedient human who obeyed his every whim sounded fucking fabulous. He’d been pretty bored lately so it seemed like fun.
The big mansion was out of the way, in the middle of nowhere in Nevada and full of girls. According to the vampire that ran the place, Jenson, they all went through strict training. Those unable to keep a high standard were just used as blood bags. He'd been given a list with names and prices and one of them stood out to him because they were a lot cheaper than the others, it intrigued him a little. He couldn't help but wonder why. Then when the girls who were ready, the ones whose training had successfully been completed came in, you stood out to him once again. He hadn't known you were the one with the low price right away but you stuck out like a sore thumb.
All the girls were in short silky white nightgowns, no doubt to make them more appealing. Billy couldn't lie, it worked. But you caught his eye. Most of the other girls seemed to follow a pattern. Drop-dead gorgeous, the overly gorgeous type, very tanned and most of them blonde and ridiculously tall. Their faces all practically looked the same. Girls who could have been models or something. They were tall, had ample cleavage but were stick-thin everywhere else. He'd been with that type many times and honestly, he'd grown bored of it. You were the only exception and it piqued his interest once more. You were shorter than the others, not following the same pattern of the other girls and didn't look the same. Not too big, not too small. You looked a lot meeker than the others too, something about the aura around you. Overall, it made you look more vulnerable. Made you look weaker. Easier to break. It intrigued him.
The man stepped next to each one and told Billy their names. Their eyes had to be directed at the floor until their names were picked and then they had to look at him. He had grown impatient and bored as the man made his way through the line of the boring girls, his eyes glued on you. Then the man uttered your name and you looked at Billy. Your eyes made him stare at you for a moment. The other girls paled in comparison to you and he was unsure why you were so cheap. Maybe the market was into the other style of girl more but Billy was bored of that. You were something unique and it was exactly why he had ended up buying you.
He had seen the fear in your eyes as he stepped towards you, he'd wondered if this was the first time someone had expressed interest in you. If the market really was geared towards the other type of women then maybe you had thought no one would buy you. Jenson had looked almost shocked too as Billy stopped right in front of you. You lowered your eyes immediately and he wasn't sure if that was part of your training or if you were just scared. He could hear your heart thumping wildly in your chest so he knew you were frightened. You should have been. He had put his finger under your chin, tilting your face to look at him. Your eyes snapped back up to his then and he understood it was your training. You were to avert your eyes unless instructed otherwise. He wouldn't have minded but your eyes were beautiful.
When he had said he wished to buy you, the other vampire had looked shocked, telling him that he could find someone more to his taste if he required. Billy had been a little offended at that as if the man had told him he didn't have good taste in women. Sure the other girls were pretty, but it was more general beauty, nothing like you. You were more like a dark beauty. Not one that would have been on the catwalk but something more hauntingly beautiful. Exactly why he wanted you as his new toy. His pretty little doll. He had been informed that you were a good worker though, how you were only here because your father had given you to them to repay a debt. None of them had expected you to get through training, thinking you would be a mere meal. But to everyone's surprise, you were the hardest working there. This pleased Billy greatly. He knew he had made the right choice with every word he heard.
You'd been very fearful of him when he took you home to his place in the middle of nowhere in Upstate New York, as you should have been. You would tremble terribly just being near him and any time he stroked your hair or cheek you would flinch and squeak, no doubt wanting to run and scream but you kept it in. Part of him enjoyed your fear, the natural predator coming out in him, but the other part wanted you to get used to his touch. You would have to get used to it since he planned on doing it more. He never forced himself on a woman, never had to, which was why he planned to break you just enough so you would be begging for him. It had been just over a year now though and your relationship was a strange one.
You were a hard worker, Jenson hadn't been wrong. But at least once a month you would suddenly become hysterical and try to escape. Those were the times he would punish you. He had used his compulsion to find out your fears. Darkness and claustrophobia. So after your first escape attempt, he locked you in a tiny dark closet. He had actually felt a twinge of remorse when he heard you banging on the door as you sobbed helplessly begging for mercy. He hated feeling anything so he forced himself to go out and leave you so he didn't have to put up with your useless crying. You shouldn't have disobeyed him. He could be good to you if you just behaved. He hadn't returned until the next day and when he opened the closet you were laying in the fetal position. Your eyes were open but vacant and you didn't respond to him at all. He had worried for a moment he may have broken you too much and cursed himself. You were far too pretty to break completely just yet, he thought he might have ruined the fun for himself.
He had been nice to you that day. Bought you all the foods he knew you loved since he'd compelled you to tell him everything about yourself. He wasn't sure why he had done that, he was just curious about you. But he was pleasant that day, holding you and telling you that he didn't like treating you that way, you just had to behave. You seemed to seek out his comfort in those moments he was very nice to you and he found himself enjoying it. Having you letting him hold you that way, the calm and peace. But after just over a week it was back to normal and you would be fearful of him again until you found enough courage to escape again. Around in circles you went.
It had irritated him to no avail when you kept trying to escape, not understanding what was wrong with you. Surely you knew he would catch you? You knew what would happen yet you still took that risk. But as the months passed by, he seemed to grow accustomed to you running away and sometimes found himself enjoying it, loving the chase. His house was in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by woodland, it wasn't like you would come across any help here. After a few months, he had lessened his punishment to just the closet with the light on, fearing he would shatter your mind completely if he kept it up and then he would have no fun at all. In a way, he admired your spirit. Every time he would punish you, you would seem broken for a few days but then you seemed to glue yourself together. He liked to think he had a hand in that with being so nice to you afterwards. It was a mind game of course. Showing you he could be nice if you just obeyed him. He didn't enjoy any of it. Holding you, inhaling your sweet scent. No, of course not. He was lying to himself and he knew he was. He did enjoy it. He found himself enjoying your company. The longer you were there, the more you relaxed and you had even had a few laughs together. It had been odd for him. It seemed so...normal sometimes. But deep inside of him he just wanted to be accepted, to be loved, as much as he hated to admit it. And in those moments when he had broken you he was able to mold you however he wanted, just for those few days. Sometimes you'd watch movies together whilst you sat in his lap. You would talk about a lot of things. It was strange. He found it cathartic, soothing even. He never knew having a new toy would bring him this feeling but he was glad to have you. You were serving him well.
He hadn't slept with you yet. Not that he didn't want to. No other woman seemed to compare with your beauty in his eyes. He was a monster, but he certainly wasn't that type of monster and he wouldn't take you against your will. Anytime he stroked your cheek and looked at you with that hunger in his eyes, you would start to shake, so he never went any further. He knew he could have easily slept with you when you were broken but he knew you would never forgive him when you came back to your senses. For some reason, that felt oddly unpleasant so he hadn't. He’d kept himself busy with other women to keep him satisfied that way.
He never fed from you either. He wasn't really sure why but he just hadn't. He had always gone out to hunt and keep himself well-fed. Maybe he didn't trust himself not to drain you, he wasn't sure, but strangely enough, he hadn't ever tasted your blood. He'd even put you on suppressants so you didn't have periods anymore.
He knew your blood tasted sweet because he had smelt it. He had been in a rage for something or another and trashed the living room. When you went about trying to clean up after him, you ended up cutting yourself on a broken vase. The smell hit him immediately. It smelt divine, more enticing than he'd ever experienced. He knew when he looked at you that his face had changed because you'd gasped and fell back on your ass and stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Your rapidly beating heart betraying your fear. It only made you more appealing to the predator inside of him. He wanted nothing more than to go and drain you dry but the look of utter fear felt like someone smacked some sense into him. You were his toy, he doubted he would find another so interesting so it was best you stayed alive. He didn't feel like being bored again. He had fled from the room fast to go and find someone else who could satisfy his needs.
It had been hours later he returned, full but not really satisfied. After smelling your blood, no one else seemed to quell the craving he had. But he was back in control for now. Much to his horror when he got back he noticed the door was unlocked, he cursed himself for leaving in such a hurry and not locking it, sure you were gone. He was surprised when he opened the door and you were curled up on the couch. You sat up when he walked in and he couldn't help the curious look on his face that you'd not fled. You'd escaped so many times now and you had your chance. He hadn't been there and you would have had a good head start if you wanted to leave. It might have been the one chance you had to really escape. Not that he wouldn't track you down and bring you back though. His curiosity only increased when you stood, watching him with careful eyes. Those pretty fucking eyes. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, you were still scared of him. He didn't move, just watching you to see what you would do. He had given you a charming smile like he always did and that seemed to reassure you enough. He had been more than shocked when you walked over and wrapped your arms around him, thanking him. He knew why though. He could have fed from you, could have drained you. Yet he had left swiftly. He almost felt like you staying here and not leaving when you had the chance was your way of showing your gratitude for that and it somehow pleased him a little.
A hug. It had been strange. He didn't really hug anyone much anymore since he'd gone his own way. His found family had been the only exception and that was more than rare these days. Yet his little pet was hugging him for simply not draining her, that he had been merciful somewhat with her. Instead of laughing at you or pushing you away, he wrapped his arms around you too, enjoying it. This was the first time you had let him touch you willingly when your mind hadn't been broken. That you'd actually touched him. Despite the fact that you weren't too fearful normally with him now, the only time you were really scared was when he would touch your face, neck or hair. Then you would shake and get quite upset. It was nice for you to come to him, to let him be like this with you without your mind being in a bad place. He felt like he was making progress with you. He wanted you to get used to him touching you and you seemed like you were in some way.
Or at least he thought you were. But things quickly got back to normal. You would behave, do everything he asked of you. You would actually get along and have some interesting conversations. When you were a good girl he treated you well. He was still demanding and threatening when the need arose but in some ways, it was like you were his friend. But then you would suddenly snap, as if it had all been a ruse and you would flee. He would always find you, bring you back and punish you. The next few days after you would be broken. Pliable to him, needy with his affection he showered you with. Then it would go back to normal again. Rinse, wash and repeat. He was impressed however that your spark hadn't gone. Sure, it was annoying when you disobeyed him and tried to leave and then he’d have to put up with you crying when he punished you, but it was interesting that after all you'd been through, all your training and all your punishments, you still weren't completely broken. You were a special one, his pet. And that's exactly why he intended on keeping you around for a very long time. He’d even toyed with the idea of turning you. Possibly soon before you aged too much. Even you couldn't remember your age. You'd been in that place training since you were a young girl. You had lost count of time and your birthdays. You were forced to forget a lot of things. You weren't a person anymore. You were a thing. A servant. A toy, his toy. And you would be for the rest of eternity. Forever his pretty little plaything.
Billy stopped and closed his eyes with a sly smirk. He could hear how fast your heart was beating. Thumping wildly in your chest like the wings of a hummingbird trying to escape. He could smell you too. Your scent was always alluring, he’d know it anywhere. It was starting to rain now, the sky dark. He didn't need the light to see though, he could see well enough without it. He knew you would be cold. You were only in your pyjamas. He had bought you some clothes and things in your time together. At first, he had thought he would dress his toy up in slutty clothes, maybe none. But when he laid eyes on you and decided to buy you, it didn't feel right. Not that he wouldn't mind seeing you naked, of course he’d love the pleasure. But you weren't like the other girls. You were special, you were his. So he had bought you expensive silky black pyjama shorts and a cami. You looked divine in them. You looked divine in everything.
He spotted you then, running like your life depended on it. To you it did. You were quite far from him but he was there in a split second with his vampire speed. You yelped when he was suddenly in front of you and fell into the mud on your back. Your bare feet were covered in mud and most likely hurt with you being out here without shoes. You were soaking and shivering as Billy pounced on you. He was his most menacing with you when you had dared to escape. He had to keep you in line, after all. The niceties would come after your punishment. He pinned your wrists above your head, his weight on you pushing you deeper into the wet muddy floor and you bucked and tried to get him off you.
“Let me go!” You screamed at him. It was useless out here, you knew that. It didn't seem to stop you though. It amused him, you were rather strong for a little human. If any human man ever tried to kidnap you he’d probably be sorry. Then again, Billy would torture him until he begged for death if anyone else touched you. You belonged to him.
“My sweet Y/N, don't you ever listen?” He grinned, nothing mirthful in it though as his dark eyes pierced you. He could compel you to obey, sure. But where was the fun in that? He liked a challenge, and dare he say he liked the fire inside of you. You didn't show it too much. Most of the time you were quiet and just did as he asked. Other times he managed to make you open up and even on a few occasions, after being here a while, he had managed to make you laugh. You had a similar sense of humour which had shocked him but he liked it. But the times you would for some reason decide to flee, you were nothing but fire. You didn't cry, you didn't beg him with nice words. You were just a ball of angry fire and he loved it. Although he still didn't know why you kept trying to escape. He treated you very well when you behaved.
There were never any signs you were planning to escape either. It always kept him on his toes but honestly, it kept his life exciting. You would be a good little pet one minute and the next be running like a bat out of hell. If it was anyone else he’d have snapped their necks after their first try but there was something about you. You had so many layers to you and he actually liked having you around. When you behaved, you obeyed his every command. It was quite fun having a little toy to play with.
You were still trying to fight with him, but of course, he didn't move an inch, he was much stronger. He scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder carelessly. You screamed and yelled and pounded his back, but in a flash you were back inside. He plonked you down on your feet in his room, right outside the closet. This would be where another layer of you would appear. You stumbled back into his chest and he gripped your arms tightly so you couldn't run.
“N-no! Please!” You begged, shaking your head as your chest began to heave. Still no tears though. They never made an appearance just yet.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You left me no choice. One day you'll learn you can’t ever run from me,” he replied coldly before he shoved you inside and locked the door. He left the light on. The only time he locked you there in the dark had been your first ever punishment. After you being so broken for over a week and fearing he had ruined his toy for good, he decided one fear was enough. You were claustrophobic so this would still break you just enough, just for a couple of days.
The tears started then. You were hysterical as you pounded at the door, begging for mercy. He heaved a sigh as he poured himself some brandy and sat in the armchair. He didn't much like punishing you anymore if he was honest. Hearing you begging him like that, hearing you so upset. It left a very unpleasant feeling in his chest which annoyed him. If you didn't misbehave he wouldn't have to do this. He downed his drink before standing and grabbing his coat. He needed a real drink. He needed to get out of here. Your cries were chipping away at the little sanity he still held onto.
He swiftly left and slammed the door. His keen vampire hearing could still hear you down the hall. How you got more frantic when you knew he had gone. Knowing there was no chance now to beg him to let you out. He would come back in the morning, just like he always did. Maybe he would get you some flowers. You seemed to like that last time. Your favourites were forget-me-nots. His little pet would be broken and he would be the one to put you back together. You would be lovely and pliable and he would lavish you with affection. It was all part of the mind games. You needed to know if you behaved, things would be good for you. It was nothing to do with anything else.
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"Your chicken is wearing my necklace"
Hello! As you guys can already imagine, I'm a non native english, so I'm kind of insecure to post this.
I didn't even finish my english course, still, my love for writing made me do this.
I'm sorry for all the mistakes, take easy on me pls 😩
This is a MarcoxReader fic, and I don't remember to put any pronouns, so, everyone can read this.
I love this piece, Marco and Ace are a good pair of friends to write about (except that Ace isn't a human here 👀)
Hope you guys like, I'm excited to write more stories like this one.
Word count: 1,1k
Your life changed to hell since your new neighboor moved to the house next door.
The neighborhood who used to be calm and silent turned into a caos. It looks like the blond man has lots of brothers and they really like to have fun, conclusion: every.fucking.day. they throw a party. For someone like you that have to wake up early in the morning, being his neighboor is just torture.
Honest, you tought that things couldn't get worse, spoiler, you were wrong. The man, - later discovery as Marco - has a chicken. Yes, a chicken. Not a dog, not a cat or even a little pig. He has a chicken, a loud one.
The animal was a pain in the ass, how you know this? Simple, on a beutiful saturday - one you would sleep til noon - your peaceful dram was interruped because of a persistent noise comin from your bedroom's window. The fucking chicken was knocking on the glass, its beak hitting with no stoping, in your head you could hear the animal laughing at your anger.
Later that day you found out the chicken had a name, Ace, and for Marco, Ace was part of the family, so he made sure that you would remember the thing's name, but the only thing that stuck in your mind was that you hated both of them. Never before in your whole life you wanted to eat chicken wings more than in that moment.
After that event you decided to just igoner your new neighboor and his stupid pet. Unhappy, sometimes things don't go as planned.
[...]
You were reciving a mail package when you saw it, better, when you saw he, Ace. He was peacefully walking on the sidewalk, more calm then you ever saw, "strange", you thought. Looking around searching for Marco, you didn't found him, even tough his front door was open.
Minding your own bussiness, you didn't give a shit about neither of them, just listening to the mailman and waiting to get your package. When you less expected, Ace passed by you just like the wind, running directly to your living room and almost dropping you to the floor.
You stayed frozen by the door, you couldn't believe that the chicken had entered in your house. When you finally could think straight, you quickly thanked the mailman and started to chase Ace, lefting your packgcage on the porch.
You ran as fast as you could, screaming all the words that came to your mind.
"Fucking chicken, I'm gonna eat you alive!"
Ace jumped onto the sofa, searching something between the cushions.
"Get out of there, you jerk!" - you said, calmly getting near the couch, trying to not scare him away.
When you were almost catching Ace, he hid himself in the middle of the bunch of cushions and pillows that you have.
Silence.
For some seconds everything stayed silence, you standing frozen trying to see where the chicken was.
All you could see was a orange thing jumping out of the couch, running directly to your bedroom's hallway. When you tried to run after him, you hit your toe against the wall, grumming loud.
"Fuuck" - you grabbed you feet, bending your body down.
Even with your pain, you still could hear Ace running, ignoring everything, you went to him again, this time finding him in your bedroom.
He was there, the little devil sitting on the top of your bed, really calm, like he wasn't causing trouble everywhere just some seconds ago.
"I'm going to kill you" - these were your lasts words before you to entered in a full fight, you trying to catch Ace, and him trying to run away.
When you both weren't expecting, a laugh come to the door, Marco. He was standing there, laughing like his chicken wasn't making a hell in your life.
You were mad. Very mad.
"MARCO! Get your fucking chicken before I make him my dinner!"
He still had the courage to laugh more in your face, almost curving his body down.
"Ok, ok, no need to get violent, yoi" - he moved his hand in a tentative to calm you down, spoiler, it didn't work.
Ace, more than happy, jumped into Marco's arms, he was enjoying the fact tha he was alive to see one more day.
"At least he is scary now" - you thought.
Seconds had passed when you finally notice something.
"Wait, how did you get inside my house?" - was your question.
"Well, the door was kind of open, and I heard some screams, so I entered, afterall, I couldn't let my neighboor get hurt right?"
You were ashamed now, if Marco could hear your screams, then the neigboor could hear them too. You're face was red now.
"I'm not going to thank you, if it's that what you are waiting".
"Trust me, I wasn't waiting for that" - he answered, with a smile on his stupid face. - "Well, I think that I should be sorry now - you just agreed with your head - "So, why don't you let me take you to a coffee?It's date"
Your face that was red before, now was on flames. You couldn't believe he was flirting with you in this moment, and apparently, Ace couldn't believe this too, he was moving his little head to Marco and then to you really quick.
Talking about the chicken, you looked right to his face, wondering if you should accept or not, Marco was a cool guy afterall, and you couldn't deny that his lazy voice and smirk make you hot.
"Marco."
"Yes?"
"Your chicken is wearing my necklace"
"Is this a weird way to say that you're going to the coffee?
"No, your chicken is really wearing my necklace!"
Marco immediately turn Ace to fit him, and he saw, a beutiful red pearl necklace in his neck. Marco tried, he really tried, but he couldn't stop the laugh that was inside his mouth.
"I'm sorry about that, I'm sure he wasn't trying to steal it"
Marco was surprised by your own laugh, but what could you do? You didn't see this everyday, a chicken wearing a necklace, so you just let the moment happen, the blond, Ace and you just enjoying.
"He can stay with necklace, I think it suits his orange head, but you'll have to take me to a good coffee."
"It's a deal."
You got a good date and Ace got a pearl necklace.
I sorry about the drawing
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Blood On Mirrors
(A 13th Reality Short)
Hello Dear Readers, I hope you like this first attempt on posting one of my short stories.
Warning: Contains Violence and Gore.
It was a soft night, filled with stormy clouds that covered the night sky and extinguished the light of the stars. The New Moon and stars would never shine tonight. This had to be yet the darkest night on September 29th. The wind picked up, and red leaves were gently blown out of the trees, carried away softly in the rumbling and still growling storm.
With a few drops, the rain started to fall, gently trickling and wetting the window glass panels of the house as Clarisse looked out at the rain finally starting to pour down. It was going to be a downpour in a few, of that she was sure.
"Yeesh. Good thing we came earlier and got to enjoy outside while it lasted. Not sure if we'd be up to do anything if we waited until dark," spoke a female voice behind.
Clarisse smiled at her friend's confirmation as she turned and looked at her group of 5 girl friends and her little sister, all about her age and all in high school close to graduating, with the exception of her sister who was still in the 9th grade in middle school. This was going to be a fun night, she thought. She loved autumn.
Clarisse could never ask for more from this season's year than a nice chilly weather with beautiful falling red leaves and a cozy warm house. A time of the year where she could just sit and relax and enjoy the view while drinking her warm chocolate. And what's better than not only enjoying a chilly weather in a warm cozy place than a night with your friends? A Girl's only night, that's for sure.
"Do you think the pizza delivery will make it in time?" Spoke Jannice as she sipped on her glass of cold cola.
"I bet they will arrive all soaking wet for when the storm actually picks up," hyped up Hannah with a giggle as she braided her own long smooth blonde hair.
"Eh, I just hope our pizzas don't get soaked," sighed Ingrid as she just laid there bored. "Man, I wish we could have a bond fire outside. Waiting inside is boring," she commented while trying to readjust her curly brown hair.
Clarisse looked at Ingrid. "Yeah, but with how the wind is picking up outside, we'd not only get wet but also our fire would go out, you doofus. Besides, what are WE supposed to do outside when it is almost pitch black in the backyard?"
"Idk girl, tell stories? Play cards, anything? You know how much I love the outside air," Ingrid scoffed a bit as she turned from lying on her back to lying on her belly.
"Hey, did you guys listen to the new album Mr. Gol'D released?" Piped up Patricia in interruption as she bounced excitedly.
"That guy? You mean that very flamboyant singer," responded Clarisse's little sister, Rebecca, as she sipped on her mug of hot caramel chocolate.
"Yup!! The one and only!" Replied Patricia.
The other girls all looked at each other and expressed their opinions about how they didn't have time to get a good listen to the music but had to guess it could be good.
"Oh my god!! You guys really should give it a try when you get the chance. It's so good!!" Patricia kept talking.
Rebecca, a little annoyed with the rant about this celebrity, "What's the big deal of him anyway? He's just a celebrity. I don't see how you guys even drool over him," she shrugged, unamused.
"What?! Pssh! Are you kidding?! Heeelloooo??? Have you seen how HOT that guy is?! Plus he is an AMAZING SINGER!!!" Ash scoffed in bafflement.
"Yeah.. but unfortunately who cares?" Asked Rebecca.
Clarisse chuckled, "probably your mother-" she joked.
"Hardy har har. Also, Sis, you forgot that WE SHARE THE SAME MOTHER, IDIOT. The yo mama jokes won't even work," Rebecca said snarkily.
Clarisse shut her mouth, her face flushed in embarrassment as her joke backfired really hard.
All the other girls chuckled and got to enjoy chatting about all sorts of things, from games to food opinions, to about school and even about the boys in the class. It Wasn't long until the rain picked up and eventually so did the ding dong sound of the doorbell.
"Oh! That must be our pizza!" Clarisse spoke as she got up, and the girls seemed to get excited by the minute.
She got up and headed to the front door of the house and opened it, debit card in hand.
She immediately was greeted by a young-looking man in a red uniform holding 2 pizza boxes. "Hey, is this Clarisse Mayforth's house? The order's for pepperoni and Hawaiian?" He spoke up.
Clarisse felt her face grow red as she spoke in a slightly smaller voice. "The one and only. Thanks for the delivery," she said as she took the pizza boxes from him and handed out the debit card.
The man quickly swiped the debit card on the machine and handed it to her. "Alright, that will be $56.30. Go ahead and put in the password," he spoke as he tried to shield himself from the rain.
Clarisse gently pressed the buttons and eventually started paying up for the pizza delivery.
"Alright ma'am, have a nice meal," he spoke as he started to head out and take the ride on the now wet motorcycle.
Clarisse waved with a small, dumb smile on her face as she headed back to the other girls with the pizzas.
"Guuuuurl, you're looking awfully blushy there," teased Ingrid as she chuckled.
"So who was it? Was he a cute guy?" Asked Ash with peek interest as all the girls wooed and awed at Clarisse blushing, Rebecca only quickly taking the pizza slice the moment the pizza boxes were settled down.
"H-he was very cute, yeah.. But I forgot to ask his name," she said shamefully.
"Awww, that's too bad," Patricia said. "Maybe next time you ask him," she comforted her friend.
All the other girls nodded in agreement and got to enjoy a nice pizza dinner as they drank and talked together. They chatted and played card and board games for a few hours, but it didn't take long for them to start talking about spooky horror stories and even urban legends.
"Have you guys heard of that one legend of the Lady in the red dress?" Spoke Hannah.
The girls and Clarisse looked at Hannah in curiosity.
"So, rumors say that on full moon nights that are the most misty, you'd hear the gentle sound of a violin accompanied by soft melodic opera singing at exactly midnight. People say that the people who hear her singing will become entranced by her singing and will go after her to join in the duet...only to vanish within the mist." Hannah kept telling the urban legend as she saw how intrigued the girls were. "Stories say that she is the ghost of a singer who once drowned on a misty night, and she is singing, trying to find her loved one, that she left in life and hopes he'd soon come for her and join her in the misty grave," she concluded.
"That's really depressing. Dying a horrible death and wandering around aimlessly trying to find your loved one so he can be with you at last..." Jannice stated. Hannah and Rebecca both nodded.
"Well girls, have you all heard of the bath game?" Asked Patricia as she glanced at the group.
Clarisse perked up. "Wait, isn't this one about summoning a spirit or demon by washing your hair and speaking its name and telling it to rise 3 or 5 times?" She said in a dreadful tone.
Patricia nodded. "I did the bath game!" She confidently claimed.
The girls awed and stared at her. "How was it?!" Asked Ash, oozing with excitement to just know. She wanted all the details; Clarisse couldn't blame her. She was the horror girl for a reason.
"Nothing really happened, except I almost got a heart attack by almost slipping on the dropped soap. Now THAT was scarier, I could've died if I had slammed my head on the edge of the sink." Patricia explained as she visibly shuddered.
"Hah, I knew it! I knew that game was a hoax!" Exclaimed Clarisse, and everyone looked at her with 'seriously?' looks.
"What? Everyone makes such a big deal out of these silly games as if the spirits were real and were going to haunt you. I'm telling you, they are nothing but stupid challenges to scare your scaredy-cat friends..." noticing Jannice's glare, "No offense, Jannice."
"Sigh, none taken," Jannice said as she shook her head.
"Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper! What's a little fun if you just believe them for the time being?" Asked Hannah.
"Ugh, it is silly, I admit, but I can't deny it is fun to see the look on your faces when you think the place is haunted." Clarisse grinned.
"So what? You're not scared of ghosts?" Hannah asked, "Sounds lame," she added.
"To be honest, I'm more scared of serial killers or possible robbers. Genuinely vile people are scarier than ghouls and monsters from legends... after all, they're very much more real than those we talk about to be scared on Halloween nights," Clarisse reasoned, "And besides, I have to be fair, even if ghosts are real, what else can they do to you? Not like they can harm you or anything if they're dead already." She mentioned.
"Yeah, but I've heard stories of demons being able to possess and do some really spooky stuff. Like some real down bad shiii-" Ash quickly trailed as Clarisse glared, "I mean some real down bad nasty things."
Clarisse put away her glare as she had to be the girls' filter when it came to cussing around her little sister. Ash being the sailor mouth of the most made the task more annoying.
"I think I have a game we might be able to play since we're talking about horror ones," commented Ingrid as she looked at her phone. It was about 11:00 hours. it wouldn't be long until midnight.
"Wuzzup?" says Ash, her ears already perking as she grinned excitedly, not wasting the opportunity to jump into the game. Rebecca had perked up from her phone as her curiosity had drawn her to listen closely.
"Why don't you guys try the Bloody Mary Ritual? It'd be a fun scare, especially if the light goes out in the storm and scares the c-r-a-p out of us," Ingrid suggested.
"Huh, now that you mention it, it'd be fun, yes, but isn't there like.. specific requirements for the ritual?" asked Patricia as she sipped on her drink.
Clarisse could only stare at her friends with a 'seriously?' then look at the already starting to get nervous Jannice with a 'can you believe these people?' stare, which Jannice shook her head. Clarisse knew that Jannice was the one who hated horror the most; she would do anything to avoid being involved in any sort of games.
"Yeah, I mean.. there are a lot of versions of the ritual, but I know the one that would match perfectly for this weather," Ash grinned as she got up. "So who's with me!?"
Hannah and Patricia excitedly got up and joined Ash; Rebecca looked at the girls then at her sister and thought, wouldn't hurt to try; the worst could just be a prank. She smiled as she put her phone in her pocket and approached, "I'm in!!" Rebecca affirmed.
"Alright, first step we need is 3 candles and one match. Clarisse and Rebecca, the house is yours so go fetch them, and let's use the master bedroom's bathroom for this, oh and Ingrid? please keep Jannice some company please." Ash guided as the two sisters went to the cabinets and started to pick the candles. Ingrid could only sigh, sad she wouldn't be able to participate and see but shew knew Jannice would not want to be alone.
"Remember, we need one of them to be a big thick candle while two have to be small," Ash instructed as she observed.
Clarisse nodded as she changed to different candles. "Are these good enough?" She asked.
"Perfect!" Ash beamed. "Now let's go!" She led the way to the master's bedroom with the girls behind her.
"Alright, step one ready, done," Ash exclaimed, but upon noticing the confusion on the girls' faces, she coughed her throat and inhaled, "This version of the ritual has to be done at night, more specifically a NEW MOON night and preferably with weather that should cover the stars so it is as dark as possible. Which we already have something like that tonight," she explained.
"Ooohhhhh" reacted the others.
"Alright, step 2, close the blinds in the bedroom; we don't want the storm flashing lights to interrupt. We want this as dark as possible," Ash explained as Hannah moved to close the blinds.
"Step 3, let's fill the bathtub and sink with water. Make sure the drain holes are plugged," Ash instructed as she got into the bathroom, turning on the lights so they could see and started plugging both the sink and bathtub.
Patricia turned on the sink and let it run and fill with water; she started to turn on the faucet too, filling the bathtub with water. "Remember, we want the water hot. So make sure it is the hot one you turned on. We need steam," she instructed excitedly.
Patricia nodded and was making sure the steam was coming from the water. The girls all went through step by step... making sure it was dark, so they closed the master bedroom's door so the rest of the house's light coming from the living room and hallway wouldn't disrupt their game, closing the blinds as well to prevent any light from outside streets or the storm from shining through, leaving only the bathroom with running water to flow and fill the sink completely with cold water and the bathtub halfway with hot steamy water.
"Alright, that's enough. Now light the smaller candles and place them on top of the sink in front of the mirror," Ash instructed as she watched the girls use the matches and light two of the smaller candles and place them in front of the mirror and on top of the sink. "Perfect," beamed Ash.
"Ok, now what?" Asked Rebecca. This isn't what she expected.
Clarisse thought all of these steps were a bit silly for just summoning a ghost in the mirror that wouldn't even show up.
Ash took a small paper and gently slid it on her finger quickly, causing her finger to form a small droplet of blood.
"Whoa, girl, are you sure this is necessary?" Asked Clarisse as Ash started to squeeze her finger so the blood would be big enough to drop off her finger. Once it did, it simply dripped into the almost overflowing sink. "Yup. Just one drop is fine. I'm fully aware it will sting a lot in the early morning," Ash hissed a bit before looking at the mirror and holding the big main candle.
"Alright, last step. We'll turn off the lights and be engulfed in the dark and then turn on the last candle... and the usual thing with the Bloody Mary ritual we all are familiar with. Speak her name 5 times, and we should wait. It should be close to midnight, so we need to do this," Ash spoke as everyone else nodded.
Clarisse turned off the lights and lit up the match, lighting up the last candle which was still being held by Ash.
Ash grinned as the girls all looked at the reflection of themselves in the bathroom mirror. The room and night were as dark as it gets, the only dim light illuminating just enough to prevent them from tripping in the dark were the 3 candles held by the girls, their flames gently flickering and the wax melting softly.
"Bloody Mary," started chanting the girls in unison, their different pitched voices all in sync like a hymn.
"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary," chanted the girls, repeating the name over and over, Hannah and Ash speaking with bated breaths to the silent suspense.
Clarisse would only roll her eyes occasionally at how very into it her friends and her little sister were.
A crack of thunder growled outside like an angry god before a loud clap of lightning was heard, making the girls all jump before breaking into nervous laughter and teasing each other. Clarisse had to admit that scare really caught her off guard and was pretty good.
They all sighed and inhaled sharply before looking back at the mirror and saying "Bloody Mary."
Then Ash waited for a moment and looked at the clock. Midnight, perfect. Right on time for the last call. She beamed before inhaling and blowing out the 2 candles, snuffing out more of the light except the main one.
"So... what now?" Asked Rebecca, expecting everything to be so silent except for their own breathing, voices, and heartbeats being heard.
Ash grinned as she turned to the girls. "Now we wait for a minute. If she doesn't show up, then oh well, it was fun doing that!" She explained.
All the other girls looked confused, but they sort of just waited... seconds turned to a minute... then a minute turned into 2... then 2 minutes turned into 3...
"Agh, this is boring," said Rebecca. "Well, that was worth the shot. That lightning was definitely unexpected," she expressed as Rebecca used her phone and tried to make her way to the light switch.
Clarisse sighed disappointedly. Just as she was about to get into the mood of things, it all flopped into disappointment.
Ash shrugged as Hannah and Patricia watched the youngest go for the light switch.
Click? Click click click? was the sound of the light switch being moved and clicked around, but no light followed.
"Huh, weird, it won't turn on," Rebecca expressed her confusion.
"Maybe our power went out after that lightning," theorized Clarisse. "Good thing we have an emergency generator to get it back and running when storms like this do that," she said confidently as she headed out of the bathroom, using her phone's light to head to the master's bedroom.
Clarisse walked to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She started to get more forceful with the door, but it was firmly shut and locked.
"What the? Did any of you girls lock the bedroom door?" Clarisse asked with an annoyed voice. "Because like... really? Locking the door was the best you could come up with for a prank? Pretty tasteless if I have to say so myself."
Rebecca peeked out and looked at her sister. "What are you talking about? You were the one to close the bedroom door," Rebecca replied, confused about what her sister was on about.
"Yeah, and none of us have the key to the bedroom. This is your house, bruh," replied Patricia as she came over and tried her luck with the door, but nothing.
Ash opened her mouth to speak but noticed with each breath she took, a fine mist would gently trail away as if the room had gotten colder and colder and colder... The hairs on her back bristled as her skin became gooseflesh.
"G-guys? Did you notice this room and the bathroom are getting colder?" Ash stammered, not wanting to believe it was really happening. It had to be fear making her experience things.
Clarisse looked at Ash then exhaled to see, only for her eyes to grow wide as she could see the fine mist of hot breath against cold air shine in her phone's light. This can't be real... they have to be pulling her leg with the thermostat, Clarisse reasoned with herself.
All the girls immediately turned silent as the smell of copper and rusted iron filled the air, and the sound of the bathtub's faucet starting to run caused the silence to be broken and pregnant with dread.
"I-I'll turn it off," stammered Hannah as she quickly headed back to the room.
Clarisse nodded as she followed Hannah with her phone's light to illuminate the bath. Ash was not too far behind, still carrying the very much still lit candle.
As the gang went into the bathroom, they found the source of the smell... somehow, the water in the bathtub had turned into a very vivid and deep scarlet, almost an even deeper maroon... of blood. And the faucet? Blood flowed out like a river, gently filling the tub even more with blood.
The girls gasped, and Hannah immediately ran out as the pungent smell of blood was staggering in the air.
Hannah could only gag as the smell of blood overwhelmed her nose, which hated the scent of gore. She felt like she was ready to puke.
Clarisse quickly leaned in and turned off the faucet, her hands trembling as her breath shook, trying to recover herself only to catch something on the corner of her eye and instantly turning around and shining her light. If her skin couldn't get any paler and her eyes wider... she never imagined that this would be the thing that proved that it could get worse.
The bathroom mirror was pitch black and did not give much visible reflection of Clarisse and her friend Ash. Instead, it looked like an endless pitch dark sky with a few twinkling shines that looked like faded stars... Aside from that, what flowed out from the black mirror was a deep viscous crimson red liquid that flowed out from the mirror as if the mirror was leaking the liquid itself.
It flowed and stained the tiles and sink and even the water in the sink. The mirror bled, and it wouldn't stop.
Clarisse held her breath as she couldn't believe her eyes, and yet she couldn't deny the reality as Ash gasped in shock at the mirror and stood back.
"M-Mary actually is here," Ash muttered, her voice barely being a whisper. She took a few steps back, not wanting to be in the bathroom anymore and just wanting to get out of there.
Clarisse started to see the image of a pale figure emerge from the black mirror, covered in hair as black as night and the head wearing a big full crown made out of thorny branches... Blood gently flowed out and dripped from the wet soaked hair and stained the flawless pale skin... as if it had come out from swimming in blood... the hair simply covering its eyes and barely leaving any visibility to see one's true face.
Clarisse screamed the moment the figure started to push itself out of the mirror, the mirror having tension break and ripple as if it were merely made out of water or any thick liquid... its crowned head gently pushing out of the mirror and its very long and soaked, wet in blood hair flopping out, as it slowly but surely started to crawl out of the mirror, like a clumsy and living corpse.
Clarisse bolted out of the bathroom and started to bang on the door, screaming heavily in an attempt to get the attention of Ingrid or maybe Jannice to help them get out of the room. Rebecca actually started to tear up as she saw her big sister panicking worse than a little kid scared of the boogeyman.
Hannah backed to the door and tried to help Clarisse open it. To no avail, it wouldn't give in.
Ash was frozen as her hand trembled and her tears flowed out as the candle gave just enough light for her eyes to spot a bit of movement coming from the bathroom.
Patricia was hugging Rebecca as well, feeling frozen like a deer before headlights.
All girls quietly whimpered as they went silent once they heard a pained moaning sound... all 5 girls in the room dreaded at the sound of the 6th unwanted visitor.
Mary's voice was like that of an injured animal, pained and lonely and laced with nearing death. Mary moaned and whimpered and silently let her small cries that sounded like a lull, a hymn of death. It limped its way out of the bathroom, with its hip moving as if the hip bone was dislocated. The very long black hair stained in deep maroon crimson blood dragged on the floor behind like a cape soaking wet from the rain.
Two of the girls started to scream in panic at the sight of Bloody Mary herself, while three of them just froze, unable to get their flight or fight response.
Mary had a beautiful flawless pale white skin that was unnatural, almost porcelain-like, her long shaggy yet slick and smooth wet black hair draped back but had two long thick strands that covered her inhuman busty chest, leaving streaks of blood staining her flawless features that would remove her from being human. She almost looked like a mannequin due to the lack of features that would make skin or natural flaws, not even a belly button was seen from her naked glistening body that shined a bit under the pale light of the lit candle.
Mary slowly lifted her head and revealed her plump lips that spread apart forming a wide shy smile... the smile was unnaturally wide, filled with very sharp needle-like teeth that also glinted in the dim light, the hair still covering most of the eyes.
Mary limped towards the girls in an unnatural movement as her moaning and whimpering and crying kept echoing despite her mouth forming a mockery of a smile.
Hannah decided right there and then she'd not die here, and proceeded to run across the room, straight to the window, quickly opening it and self-defenestrating in hopes to get away from that thing.
"No!!!" screamed Clarisse as she held out her hand to Hannah, unable to stop her friend in time... the sounds of the howling winds outside flapping the curtains and pouring down rain could only mask so much the heavy thud and the faint crack outside.
Mary was now mere centimeters away from Ash, Rebecca, and Patricia as she hissed and blew out the candle.
Everything went completely dark except for the few flashing lights of lightning outside. The first to scream bloody murder was Ash as she struggled. The second to scream was Patricia who fought tooth and nail to get Mary off of her, but alas... Mary's inhuman screeches filled the room as then both Clarisse and Rebecca screamed and were quickly silenced... The night went on quietly.
Meanwhile..
Ingrid and Jannice both looked at each other once they heard a loud thud and a crash followed by glass shattering coming from the backyard, and weird noises coming from the master's bedroom upstairs. Ingrid thought the girls were pranking Clarisse, but to hear glass breaking while she is here keeping the scared one company, now that was a real concern.
Ingrid nodded to her friend Jannice, as both paused the movie that they barely started, and got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen then to the back door of the house, turning on the lights as they did so. The rain was quite heavy but nothing like turning on the porch's light would do.
Both girls froze looking at the window as they saw Hannah's body laying completely still as her spine was bent awkwardly on the frame of the glass table that once rested outside now remaining shattered and its glass shards piercing her skin in different places.
Jannice quickly went outside to the porch, screaming Hannah's name trying to get any sign of life, but nothing would do and the freezing rain was now soaking her sleepwear and skin.
"I-I'm calling for help!" spoke out loud Ingrid as she rushed to the phone and started to dial 911.
Jannice only looked at her still motionless friend and looked up at the window to where she jumped from. Hannah never came across as someone who would jump a window for no reason, unless... oh god. Jannice feared the worst and quickly hurried back inside the house, and speed-walked her way to the stairs, as she left wet footprints onto the floor as she was still wet from the rain.
Upon ascending the stairs... Jannice would find the master's bedroom door open but the lights out, and a heavy scent of blood coming out from there.
She whimpered as she quietly muttered "I-Ingrid..?"
Ingrid was busy talking to the telephone her voice still being heard "Please come as fast as possible and bring an ambulance!!! Our friends really need help right now" she barked at the phone.
"Of course ma'am, we'll be here in 8 minutes. Stay right where you areEEEK!" the telephone distorted the sound as the voice was cut off and Ingrid peeled her head away and noticed the telephone leaking blood from inside. She gasped but then heard her friend Jannice speak out "I-Ingrid..?"
Ingrid turned to look at the guest bathroom in which Jannice was calling out, but it was so dark she couldn't make out the silhouette of her friend. "J-Jannice?" asked Ingrid as her flesh turned to goosebumps.
"I-Ingrid..?" The voice spoke out in the exact same tone as the smell of rusted iron reached in and hit Ingrid's nostrils.
"Agh!! What is that smell?!?" She covered her nose and gagged at the stench.
Then suddenly, someone from behind her grabbed her arm causing Ingrid to jump and yelp as she turned around she saw Jannice who didn't even come from the bathroom holding her hand "w-we need to get out of here now," Jannice spoke as she was as pale as snow and her colors drained from fear, tears also trickled down her cheeks as her mouth quivered.
"J-Jannice what is going on?" Ingrid asked.
"I-idk but.. we have to wait outside. I-i'm not looking back in the room again." Jannice urged as she pulled her friend along.
Ingrid couldn't tell what Jannice was on about but judging by her voice, something serious was going on. Both went outside at the porch and stood there in the heavy rain, too scared to go back inside.
Ingrid couldn't stop but to think, if Jannice came from the living room.. then... who was it that was in the Guest Restroom closest to her in the kitchen?
It wasn't long till Police arrived with an ambulance and started to get into the house. Both Jannice and Ingrid were rescued and sent to their homes.
On the morning of September 30th, the news flashed across the town.
"Good Morning People of Dakota. We're here with sad news that Police was called at 01:30 AM to the call of help on Elm Street where they discovered 3 bodies of 3 young teenager girls who are identified as Hannah Baker, Patricia Miller, and Ash Pines. Both Patricia and Ash were found with their bodies disemboweled and hearts missing, while Hannah had died on impact after jumping out of the window. The two Daughters of the owners of the house, Clarisse Mayforth and Rebecca Mayforth, are both missing. The last time they've been seen was going upstairs to the master's bedroom of the house about to play the game "Bloody Mary". Police are dumbfounded at the amount of blood found in the bathroom, coating everywhere from the cracked mirror and bathtub to tiles and sink. And also dragging across floor. Results says that the Blood belongs to none of the girls but to a Jane Doe. If you see both girls, please contact with our number, (67 8933-4523), or contact our local police through 911."
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A Nightmare At Green Lake 15 - Creature from Green Lake
Jennifer: Today I’m going to read you The Frightening Hunter! I wrote it yesterday!
Deer Sockpuppet: Read it! Read it!
Jennifer: This is the story of a hunter. The hunger is tall and muscly and of great frame. He can twist steel rebar with his bare hands, and no one can lift his arms up by a hair’s thickness and escape from him. The hunter lives in the campsite, deep in the woods. He would slaughter every living thing that breaks into his territory. One day, a group of college students came into the forest. They enjoyed their time there, drinking and dancing. When it comes to the night, the strongest of them disappeared.
Deer Sockpuppet: Oh? Where did he go?
Jennifer: The hunter killed him! He hung the boy’s head on the tree and turned to the girl with the blonde hair.
Deer Sockpuppet: Oh!
Jennifer: She also soon breathed her last breath. The third victim is the clumsy short guy, followed by the nerdy tall guy. At last, the Hunter came up to our protagonist, the kind, naive girl.
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Deer Sockpuppet: That was the first story she ever told me. An intriguing, interesting story.
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Jennifer: This is the story of Jessica.
Deer Sockpuppet: How nice! You are here again. It’s been a month since you last showed up here.
Jennifer: Just like the character we’ve seen in the movies, she’s a kind, introverted, virtuous girl. The friends of hers took her to a beautiful campsite next to a lovely lake. This would be the perfect place for a swimsuit party.
Deer Sockpuppet: You’ve grown taller. Can you bet up so I can see better?
Jennifer: What they didn’t know is that, deep in the water, a defeated, evil army is in hiding.
Deer Sockpuppet: Why are you frowning?
Jennifer: Countless demonic war beasts were roaring restlessly to be unleashed, and an evil plan has been hatched. A massacre was about to take place.
Deer Sockpuppet: What can I do to make you feel better, Jennifer?
Jennifer: Yes, a nightmare indeed. Jessica ran as fast as she could, kept pushing herself to go faster and faster until her ankles could not support one more sprint, and she rolled into a muddy pond. The monster with dark fur and a bloody mouth was right behind her. Then …
Deer Sockpuppet: Are you crying? Jennifer?
Jennifer, we gotta go. Where are you?
Jennifer: Oh, no. It’s Mom. I’m here. I’m here!
Deer Sockpuppet: Yes, so you are crying, Jennifer. Oh. Aren’t you taking the notebook with you? Why are you throwing it into the lake?
Jennifer: I really like this place, but I’ll probably never come back here again. I gotta go. See you, Jessica.
Deer Sockpuppet: Okay.
Jessica: See you, Jennifer.
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Jessica: That was the last story she told … I didn’t understand what she meant by “see you,” for she has never actually “seen” me. After that, I also haven’t seen her for a long, long time—feels like for ages. I went through every corner of the campsite and collected every item I could possibly find, making stories out of them, one after another. But who is there to tell? There’s no one in the woods anymore. At first, I spent my days with my furry friends. They were my loyal listeners, and I taught them how to act and behave like the “monsters” in the stories. We played the stories, one after another. It was great fun. But the stories got old. No exceptions. This is when those young people came into the woods, like the protagonists in our stories. They arrived with their friends, and each of them have different relationships with one another. We had a good time, but I would think about Jennifer a lot. When I started to believe that I will never see her again, she’s back. She came back with many people who I have never met before, as well as a “camera” that I have never seen. She was here to make a “movie,” which is a word I used to hear a lot from her. I understand it to be a kind of story that could be stored in a box. I’m glad that she is still passionate about horror movies, like what I have been feeling in all these years. They were short of one “actress,” and I know what that word means. A brilliant idea came to my mind. I joined them. I was like the monster in the stories that hides in the group. She will be so surprised when she finds out what I did. However, an accident happened. There were other people in the forest. Ah, misfortune. What a misfortune. Jennifer was upset. She got into a fight with a strange man. I called upon the rain, bringing these people into my story too. They accomplished a good story! The man who knows a lot about horror movies, the woman who is always calm, the woman who seems strange, and the woman who smells like a puppy. They are all very interesting people. I think I start to like them. They are different to the people I met before, who always cried and fainted very quickly, not long after my story started. They are interesting and of great fun. So I want to tell them the truth and make friends with them. I have to let them know about this, that … My real name was never Anne. It’s Jessica.
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Jessica: This is the last surprise I’ve prepared for you. Now, enjoy!
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Blonney: Anne! She jumped!
Sonetto: Blonney! Watch out for the critters!
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tng update of the evening. we did "the last outpost" and "where no one has gone before." verdict: watchable?
"the last outpost" is the ferengi episode. i actually had fun here; i loved data's finger trap and how it tied into the overall story (we have to band together to unstick ourselves), the ferengi were decently funny, goerdi getting stuck upside down was funny, nobody was too annoying. did sigh deeply when all the ferengi saw tasha and started gasoing because they wouldnt believe a WOMAN was allowed to wear CLOTHES. we were doing so well
oh also shoutout to when the entire spaceship was about to freeze to death. which is why children shouldnt be here. and crusher was like "i was tempted to give wesley a sedative, but..." and picard was like "you shouldn't" and she was like "but i'm his mother and i love him" and picard was like "yeah well he deserves to meet death awake" and she was like "is that a male perspective" FIRST OF ALL WHY ARE WE MAKING THIS ABOUT GENDER YET AGAIN WHY ARE ALL OF CRUSHER'S SCENES ABOUT HOW SHE'S A WOMAN. secondly they're both insane it is obviously so much kinder for him to be sedated thats why they put their kids to sleep first on the fucking titanic. when peasants from 1912 have more common sense than a starship captain lmao
anyway aside from those two fumbles i would call that episode solidly watchable. i even had fun at some points (funny fight scene, jonathan frakes asked a question). i can see that this could be a good show if they could get out of their own way
more mixed feelings about "where no one has gone before" because while it was the first time i actually liked wesley (he was just a nice kid behaving and being nice to that poor silver guy while being interested in his work!) the episode immediately invalidated all of that by going but wesley is SPECIAL we have to let him be an ENSIGN so he can STAY ON THE BRIDGE and DO WHATEVER HE WANTS and also not even ask his helicopter mom first.
it's bonkers to me because most of the time wesley seems to get away with murder but the one time he had a reasonable thing to say to an adult he got told to buzz off. and i'm sure next time he's being annoying the narrative will jump to making excuses for him again. i think i could also like wesley for being a bright and kind kid but ONCE AGAIN we cannot get out of our own way here.
i liked the concept of the episode - like shore leave but serious - but it also feels like it's way too early for this kind of ep. i wanna know what these people are like normally before i know what they're like when their thoughts are becoming reality and i still don't know. i'm barely convinced that they're friends instead of friendly coworkers and they're pulling out the deep shit. worf's pet pig and picard's mom were fine, also, but i did not like the upsetting thing with tasha's cat and YET ANOTHER mention of the rape gangs. she is the fucking janice rand of this series gene roddenberry must have had some kind of issue about blonde women. i did read somewhere that she left the show bc she wasn't happy so that bodes SUPER well i'm sure
that said i did unironically enjoy the scifi premise of the ep which is "what's at the border of the universe" because i think about that all the time to scare myself even though i know "border of the universe" doesn't work like that. i also really liked the cgi. so that was a mixed bag
except i continue to want good things or even just more meaningful screentime for characters like tasha geordi or worf bc i think they're interesting and i wanna know more about them but star trek said <3 no
#personal#star trek blogging#tng lb#i'm not really clear on how much geordi 'sees'...sometimes hes like i cant see like you all do and then sometimes he can see like#holo images or w/e#i wanna know why a klingon is serving aboard a federation ship#i wanna know why tasha is so goddamn tense ALL the time i mean i guess i know but i feel like there's so much potential there#that will not be explored at all#also i want jonathan frakes to ask more questions
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Just Aiden- An Introduction
Hi!
I've been hesitant to make a post about the book because I'm so scared I'll do it wrong. You know, I read all these post about how to have a social media presence as a writer and how you have to have this niche and blah blah blah, and I think to myself "What is my niche? How will I make these post to promote my writing and engage future readers?" and the reality is I often feel like my goals don't align with others so I fear making a fool out of myself but I'm currently re-writing Just Aiden, yes, the book I thought I was done writing and sent out to an editor/agent who ghosted me when I wasn't liking the book cover ideas they had sent me, amazing, right?
Truth be told, after about a year of being away from that "Would've been final version" edit, I'm so glad the editor ghosted me lol. It wasn't all that great. I focused too much on the character rather than the story itself and while my writing style is heavily character based, characters still have stories to tell.
I had a lot of reflecting on my writing and realizations of what I want as a writer during that year break that I feel more confident in my ability to write, judge, and know when to stop and all though I think I'll never be satisfied with the end result as I am so detail oriented, I can be content with whatever version I finally decide to publish.
Just Aiden is the story of a girl who didn't have the best upbringing and I know a lot of us are tired of reading stories about wounded and traumatized main characters and would really rather read a book of someone who has always seemingly not dealt with trauma; I wanted to have a go at the traumatized main character.
Has it been fun? Yes and No. Sometimes I wish I had a brick wall in front of me so I could slam my head against it.
Aiden Kyles was born out of my disdain of Main Characters with pale skin, auburn/blonde/bright red haired girls that burn at just the whisper of the sun, who are beautiful and skinny and don't know it, yet have every guy fawning over them. Of guys who are abusive, assault, and even at times r*pe the MC is an act of jealousy and show her just how much they love them because love makes them act crazy and being told that's okay because he cried and apologized and how secretly MC liked it.
Did I mention I have an infinite disdain and hatred filled relationship with this formula in writing?
God! The amount of books I read as a teen with characters just as those two mentioned above were too much! So many different authors, universes, names, cities, and characters and each single one was exactly the same. No matter the Genre I was reading, The MC was beautiful and she didn't know it, hell even if she was strong and fierce, she didn't know it, and even if she was confident and knew her worth, she still didn't know it. Always being told she was kind, selfless, warm, and special and yet all her actions always painted her in this selfish arrogant way while I was being force fed the idea she wasn't that at all.
My Aiden is confident, she knows how beautiful she is that it's as if her own beauty was a separate character. She's sharp and witty, manipulative, mean, arrogant, really only thinks about messing with people out of boredom and doesn't care for anyone but her best friend, who follows the classic Female Main Character formula, Roxanna.
Their duo works as an Anti-Hero and Hero type of friendship. You know, like Armando and Calderon type of beat, except instead of Betty and Armando telling the story it's Calderon telling it.
If you want to know more about this world I've created, stick along. I'll try to make updates about it at least once a week!
'Til next time :)
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*cocks gun*
tell me bout those ocs
OKAY OKAY
I have sososo many ocs from over the years but my current favorites are my Saints for Girls characters, and they're also the ones I mention the most (followed by ColorBlind's characters but that's absolutely seeped in spoilers I can't really talk about them I can't even talk about my favorite from ColorBlind because her name is a spoiler.)
This is a link to a post about Sloane
The second most important character in the story is Max Cameron, Sloane's boyfriend. He's more rational and logical than Sloane, who often acts on impulse before really thinking (though she is smart in her own way). He's mixed but if you ask he'll tell you he's Taino because he doesn't give a fuck enough to explain. He picked up bracelet making (especially paracord ones) as a kid at summer camp and he makes them all the time. He doesn't like wearing a lot of bracelets, though, so he gives most of them to people. He always has a pocket knife and a lighter on him even when his outfit doesn't have pockets. He'll stash them in his binder if he has to. He doesn't know if God exists and he doesn't care to, he has his gods and he doesn't really care about the other ones. His favorite color is mustard yellow and he dyes his hair blue partially because it "has a nice contrast" to his yellow clothes. His favorite album is Punch by Autoheart.
There's also Blondie Withington (first to die, RIP Blondie). She's not blonde, as her name suggests, but a brunette. She bleached her hair a few times during her life, but she wasn't born a blonde so I guess she couldn't die one either, which is to say she died with unbleached hair. She was Sloane's best friend in second grade, but they just grew apart. They were the type of childhood best friends that remains in some part of you even after not talking for years, the type where you hold on to all the gifts, all the notes, all the friendship bracelets, because you just can't get rid of them. She was probably bisexual but she never properly figured that out. She would've been a tumblrina under the right circumstances. She's Christian in a "love thy neighbor" in her instagram bio kind of way. She was a swiftie who was really normal about the way Vigilante Shit is performed on the eras tour. always came to school with a dunkin drink.
And then there's Amelia and Amanda Erin, who are identical trans girl twins (the only other twins in Sloane + Steve's class). They're extremely close to each other, by nature of being twins and transitioning together, and their senses of identity are entangled. They changed their names to stay matching. Amelia is aromantic (heterosexual) and Amanda is asexual (homoromantic). They're both big tea enjoyers. They're always stealing clothes from each other and bickering and holding grudges over a game of monopoly, but they'd kill and die for each other. What happens with them is one of the most personal things to me in the story, and probably the most emotionally compelling. They're agnostic, but Amelia is vaguely spiritual.
Also, fun fact, all their last names (with the exception of Blondie's) were possible contenders for Sloane's first name (and even her last name was second choice for her first). There's also another guy in there somewhere but he's not worth the effort of typing his name.
Okay this has been my SFG oc post god okay goodbye
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Fo you have genderbent naruhin fic recs?
So, I’m combining these two because they both fall under “Genderfuck” tropes according to the article about it in Fanlore. Kimi no Na Wa has the bodyswap trope, and genderbent is at times a synonym for genderfuck, genderswap, or meaning just general gender play.
I went looking for things that I think might match the request... Somehow I feel like I’ve read more than this, but I can’t remember them, so if anyone knows more, feel free to add on!
Gender Play NaruHina
“Let’s Switch Up” by @happyocelot - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto and Hinata become the unintended victims of Ino's botched Mind-Reverse Body Jutsu, and are forced to impersonate each other until she gets back from a mission. This is much easier said than done, though. In which Hinata becomes obsessed with ramen, Naruto becomes a shy, blushing mess, and everyone becomes baffled as the pair try to navigate each other's lives successfully.
“Under Hinata’s Skin” by meeiwan - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. A partly failed mission caused Naruto and Hinata to switch bodies. The curse can be easily lifted. It's just that, the person who can do it had his head shredded to pieces... by Naruto himself.
“Clothes Swap” from “A Love Story Like Never Before” by @journalsofagoddess - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto decides to find out for himself why their trash bin is full of flowers.
"The Messenger - A 'Clones' Side Story" by eternal shiva - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. A side story to perpetual159's “Clones.” Naruto makes the mistake of sending a rogue messenger clone to tell Hinata he will be late from his meeting, she, on the other hand, discovers how to tell him her most intimate desires. NaruHina & Naruko Fun.
"Kiss the... Guy?" by @secrettastemakerland - Not Rated, Little Mermaid AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. After selling his voice to the sea witch Kagura in exchange for legs, Hinata has less than two days to get a kiss of true love from human prince Uzumaki Naruto! Except he has no idea how.
“Pleasurable Limitations” from “Hinata Oneshot Series” by @tjtheanimelover - Rated E, Genderbent AU, One-shot. 2 girls in love, what types of antics can they possibly get up to in the bedroom?
I haven’t really previewed or read the next two, which are Mulan AUs, but others have recommended them!
“A Hyuuga’s honor” by Elphaba818 - Rated T, Mulan AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata Hyuuga is the failed heiress of the Hyuuga clan, but when her injured father is drafted to fight in the Fourth Great Ninja War, she disguises herself as a boy to take his place. As she fights to regain her lost honor for her clan, she is enraptured by her blonde, blue-eyed captain, who reminds her of someone from her past.
“Forbidden” by THE Tazzy Devil - Rated T, Mulan AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Leaving the only life she knew to illegally fight in a war, pretending to be a man while falling for her Captain and trying to keep her identity a secret was not something Hinata ever thought she'd find herself doing. But here she was.
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just finished fire emblem: the last promise. i gotta. i gotta talk
play tlp.
ok well don't if you don't want to. but the sheer SCOPE of this is un-freaking-REAL. i think one that really shines out to me is chapter 26 where it's basically a fe4 map in fe7 - you're going around conquering places and also THE SCENERY CHANGES FOR THE TIME OF DAY!!!! plus holton is basically a bootleg valter. always appreciate that. gosh. i just. hnng.
the plot? it's definitely fire emblem. i won't get into spoilers too terribly much but one of the main lords... isn't even playable in the final chapter, where he really should have been to complete his character arc. all i'm saying. but other than that it's good. you fight a dragon in a gaiden chapter
the gameplay? WOOAOW it's fire emblem alright!! lots of characters. gba supports though so i didn't really learn about most of them. but they're all fun and feel like their own characters. but there's lots of weapons, you don't get the convoy until CHAPTER 17!!!! though so be prepared to manage items. a lot of items. i didn't think it was UBER hard but there were definitely some challenging points in it. of course i talked about chapter 26 but one i also liked was with the next chapter; 27 was a DOOZY. it was very tough but very very fun and the boss can teleport (he's also sexy - yes, i have a thing for blondes. obviously.) and kill your convoy!!! so. RIP convoy man but not really. :P there's a few 'solo' fights, where shon (a lord) fights some guys and he goes on a sidequest if you choose to do it which is very cool i think. and kelik fights literal zoro from one piece (no, I am not kidding. it is Zoro from One Piece) and someone else who is a spoiler but it's sick as hell. not to mention the creator really loved the kaga sagas. like, really loved the kaga sagas.
the technicalities of this game? wow. it's built in fe7 - roms nowadays are usually built in fe8 due to... storage, i believe? or just because it's the most polished gba fe - but i haven't played much with fe roms so i wouldn't know for sure. there's voice acting! VOICE ACTING!!!!! and there's even dynamic voice acting for a character where they say something different depending on how far they are in the story. not to mention this was created when fe hacking at all was pretty underdeveloped - it still holds up today IMO. of course there's some jank but it's relatively minor.
ok have to talk about the characters now. first, not actual characters but there are... fe4(?) characters here. claud and julius.
or well. "claud" and "julius". no, i never met claud again. so. :/.
i can't really talk about kelik without going into spoilers. but he is unabashedly sick asf!!! he goes through a great character arc and gets a fairy sword :). there's also a difference in his ending whether or not you win/lose a very specific fight for vengeance or whatever. in his world of worlds every step meets the rest. inb4 weight of your sins. something something. play tlp.
spoilers spoilers spoilers:
i love galagar. he's just very cool. except when you get an infodump right before the final... chapters.... about his life...... you know it'd be nice if we learned a little bit more beforehand but c'est la vie.
tl;dr: tlp good. play :)
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