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New idea i was plaining on write-

Boston University wanted to create a baseball team, so as one of the students previously known to have played baseball, Bruce was asked if he could get a group of people together to form the team, a task which he did. carried out beginning that same day.

what bruce did not expect was that no one in the group had any experience in baseball, except the boy Blake, what would the coach do now with this team?

Characters:

Vance, the guitarist of a garage band, Robin, the vocalist of said band and Billy the pianist of the band (who, by the way, works part-time in a coffee shop).

Griffin, the gymnast that nobody knew, and finally Finney, the boy who studies arts and physics (he used to play baseball, but he quit because it didn't give him time to take care of his sister, and also because his father told him that he was a waste of time).

My way of life The grabber x reader

So after my writer's block and depression I've decided to give The black Phone and reader a try.

Summary: You are the last victim kidnapped by the grabber and he has decided to stay with you since you showed a submissive attitude as a result of your false Stockholm syndrome to make the grabber trust you and you can escape more quickly.

I apologize in advance if I made a mistake in a word, I still don't have a good command of English.

Warning: I want to clarify that this Headcanon is intended to be as realistic as possible, if you like something different let me know!, false Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, stabbing.

About seven months of what you had told had passed, not even you could believe how you put up with Albert's mood swings so much until you understood that he wanted you to prove to be a good and submissive boy and that was what has kept you alive during all this time. You knew Al was getting more and more interested in you when he started comparing you to the kids he kidnapped, claiming they were no good and worthless compared to you.

Tonight in the basement where you were held captive you went over the lines you had marked on the wall, thus completing the month and day in which it was your birthday and Al knew that. That's why he told you that he had a surprise for you that night when his brother went on a trip to Mexico again… of course this last part about his brother didn't tell you. It was the perfect night for Al, because he was just coming from buying some supplies besides what looked like a cake with whipped cream and colored sprinkles.

He prepared the table and dishes with some birthday decorations, Albert took a shower and shaved his beard in addition to brushing his long hair wearing a black t-shirt similar to the one he usually wore when he was kidnapping children, only without the red shirt he wore together. Flared pants the same color as his shirt and his usual ring and bracelet in hand.

He sprayed a little cologne and with it he went down to the basement where you were.

You were ready, because a few hours ago he gave you your first gifts: a shower with the door closed in the bathtub and a beautiful set of clothes that you are still impressed with how he guessed your sizes because these clothes that you were wearing were really comfortable. You combed your hair in the best way and it was then that they crossed smiles when the door opened and they were both looking at each other.

"wow" you muttered when you saw it "you look great" He didn't answer because instead of him he was looking at you from head to toe, he was impressed that a tender and submissive creature could look so beautiful and perfect for him.

"and you… you look really beautiful" You thanked with a nod. "So… what's the surprise?" you were really looking forward to continuing this seven-month game while behind you you held a self-made dagger out of things you found around the basement and shards of glass from the soda bottles I used to bring you for breakfast.

Al held out his hand to indicate you to please proceed to walk up the stairs… but that didn't work for you so you looked at him doubtfully and he let out a small laugh. "Okay silly girl I'll go first" With that he went up the stairs leaving the door wide open and waiting for you at the end "come on, what are you waiting for?" It was then that he understood and tilted his head, raising his hand, placing it on his chest and swearing "I promise I'm not going to hurt you".

It wasn't much but enough to believe him for the moment so you hid the dagger very well in your clothes so he couldn't see it.

When you went up you found the lights dim and the table ready with a cake in the middle of it as well as two bottles of Dr Pepper "That's your favorite isn't it?" asked Al something very sure to remember that on one occasion you commented that it was your favorite soda.

You nodded and smiled, wanting to hide the extreme tension and anxiety when looking at the door that was with the padlock that you knew the key to.

You spent the evening with Albert and it didn't seem like some weird scene of a child kidnapper and murderer with his victim… more like they were some kind of family or friends.

There came a time when Albert told you about his past that he even had to get up and walk away for a moment to wipe his tears while Sinatra's voice began to play on the record player. (Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine Gotta be apart of your soul and your heart all the time…)

At this point you felt bad for Al and got up to reach out to gingerly touch his shoulder… (Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you…)

Then you hugged your kidnapper tightly and he was stunned not knowing how to react because he hadn't been hugged for so long and much less by someone like you.

(You are my way of life, the only way I know, you are my way of life I'll never let you go…)

Al's surprise was beyond incomprehension, as her mask hid the lower part of her face, her eyes were in full view, and from her blue pupils glinted the threatening drops that were going to fall. Your eyes had closed and with that you tried to lead him into the room where you began to wobble in a kind of dance that was appropriate to the music of Frank Sinatra. Albert's hands were trembling as he tried to pass them around your waist and place one of them on your palm. That was how your kidnapper known as "The grabber" had let his guard down.

(Never let you out of my sight, be it day, be it night You belong to me, that's the way it will, be wrong or right…)

Now no matter how many laps you and Albert were taking, you were sure that at this moment he had his eyes closed because this was a unique moment… because for The grabber… for Albert, you were the perfect lyric protagonist of this song, someone who only belonged to him.

(I don't need the crowds at my door, the applause from the floor All I need is you and the love we once knew, nothing more…)

You closed your eyes so tightly to prepare yourself for what was to come. There would be no more magic tricks, no more salt and pepper breakfast trays, no more games, and above all, no more punishments.

The man's blue eyes wanted to come out of his sockets as he felt the burning sharp puncture embedded directly in his stomach as a result of a dagger made with the remains of the glass bottles that always accompanied with breakfast made especially for you.

(You are my way of life, the only way I know, make me your way of life I'll never let you go because I love you so…)

You were watching him and he was watching you, he had a hard time assimilating the fact that you had just stabbed him and you were already thinking about the following: your chance to escape. The blood was accumulating on your kidnapper's clothes and you were already in front of the door to which, due to a meticulous oversight, Al had forgotten to lock it. You met for the last time your eyes with that of the magician who had taken you with him and taken months of your life, while he seemed to want to reach you with his hand remembering the words he always whispered to you at night when he watched you sleep. "You belong to Me"

(You are my way of life, the only way I know, make me your way of life Don't ever go…)

You turned your eyes and dropped that dagger made by yourself to come back to life on a hot night in the town of Denver starting to run like never before in your life.

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×: i feel bad-

You feel bad?, gUESS WHAT?- I CAN'T FIND ANY FILLY/BINNEY OR FINNEY X BILLY PUBLICATION IN THE WHOLE MORNING, YOU KNOW HOW THAT FEELS?!

THAT TAG DOESN'T EVEN EXIST!, AND YOU FEEL BAD?!

...

I'm creating the Tag now-

But over all-

FINNEY X BILLY SUPREMACY

Binney canon

Yes

Sey

Voting ended onFeb 26, 2023

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