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Grandparents of Eric Harris


Richard Pool was born in 1922 and passed away in 2015 at the age of 93.

Elaine Pool was born in 1924.


On the day of Columbine, at around 6:00 p.m., Pool neighbor Steve Ferguson noticed cars belonging to Pool’s relatives when he got home from work, but he didn’t go over to the Pool’s home that day. He called them two days after. 

He said: ,,Elaine, so what’s going on? I noticed the cars over there the night of Columbine. Did something tragic happen to a grandson or granddaughter?’’

Elaine, Eric’s grandmother, said: ,,Yes, I had a grandson that was killed, that was killed in the Columbine shootings.’’

He expressed his condolences and extended his sympathy. Then he asked: ,,Which one was he?’’

Elaine broke down and said: ,,My gosh, he was the killer.’’

He then asked the name of the grandson.

,,Harris’’, his grandmother said.

,,His name is Harris.’


The weekend after Columbine, Ferguson was doing chores outside his house. Richard Pool, Eric’s grandfather, came over with tears streaming down his cheeks. He was emotionally shot, he tried to explain a little bit what was going on.

Ferguson said: ,,You don’t have to explain.’’ Again, he extented his condolences and his feelings. ,,This has got to be tearing you apart.’’

Mr. Pool acknowledged that, and he just said it’s tough. He said it’s eatin him alive. He said he can’t sleep.

Mr. Pool said: ,,It will never be the same for us, ever.’’ 

Ferguson does not believe the Pools mentioned their grandson ever again.

Tentacle Date

It had all started as a blind date. Your friends set you up to meet some guy, “someone exotic” they promised. You hadn’t been on a real date in a good while, nothing more than one night hook ups. So against your better judgement, you’d gone along with it.

The date itself had gone surprisingly well. Initially you’d been a little shocked, seeing as from the waist down he was all tentacles. But he was a really nice guy, and the two of you hit it off well. As the date drew to a close, you invited him back to your place, teasing that you knew a way to sneak into your apartment complex’s pool when he seemed reluctant. He agreed finally, and the two of you made your way there.

You threw off your clothes and jumped in, while he slid into the water with a strange grace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing up against his cool body. You could feel the soft flesh of his tentacles against your hips and legs. Each long appendage caressed and tugged, little suckers teasing over your skin. He broke away from the kiss, panting and gripping your shoulders.

“W-we should stop,” he panted.

“But it was just getting good,” you teased. You kissed at his lips again, feeling him flinch. He made a half hearted attempt to move away, but you kept your arms around him.

“I should go home…”

“You can stay at my place.”

“No, you don’t under-”

You cut him off with another firm kiss, pressing yourself close to him. It took a moment, but soon his arms were around you, holding you almost crushingly tight. Suddenly your back was to the wall, and his tentacles had hold of your legs. His eyes were alight with feral need as he maneuvered you.

“I’m sorry,” he panted.

You could sort of see beneath his tentacles now, and you gasped to realize there was something bulbous and rather large there, almost like a mammal’s balls but…much, MUCH bigger. It was almost translucent, and you could see…movement?

Before you could question it, he pushed you legs up and pulled you half under his mantle. You gasped to feel the tip of his probing cock, crying out in pleasure as it suddenly plunged deep into your hole. His tentacles moved you, working you like a life sized sex toy over his shaft.

“I shouldn’t have met you,” he panted. He hissed and jerked against you, and you could feel that sack against your body. It convulsed, skin around it tightening. “Ah…hah…Fuck I..” He jerked you faster, gripping your arms in both hands. “I’m..in season. I need to implant my young..”

“W-What?!”

Before he can explain, you felt his cock suddenly spreading at the base, forcing your hole wider with it. He sobbed in a mix of pleasure and pain, forcing you onto the swell over and over. Finally, he kept your bodies flush, grunting and panting intime with the tensing of the heavy sack. Wider and wider, his cock spread you open. You screamed, tried to pull your arms free and push against him, but his grip was iron. Another long grunt, and he let out a sob of relief just as you screamed in agony.

“That’s the head…rest should..be easier.”

“Head?! What the fuck are you-AH!”

He pushed against you, and you felt the ‘head’ working its way deeper into you. His cock swelled and spread, opening you to allow whatever it was to slide into you. You looked down to see your stomach stretching outward, pressing against his. You both cried out as another jerk of his hips pushed whatever it was all the way into you. He shuddered and rest his head against your shoulder.

“That’s..the first one..”

That barely had time to register before he hissed in pain and arched against you again. Once more your hold spread, crowning in reverse around his cock. It didn’t take as long, but the stretch was still just as incredible. With another “head” tying you together, you squirmed and writhed and sobbed, trying to free your limbs and push him away. He held fast.

“It’ll be over soon..” He sounded almost apologetic.

You shuddered and squirmed as the thing wriggled deeper, sliding to meet the first. Your belly now looked like a nearly full term pregnancy, visibly writhing and squirming. He thrust against you once, flooding your hole with seed or slick or whatever, something liquid and viscous. Your belly swelled further, and his grip finally relaxed.

So you slapped the fuck out of him.

“…I deserved that,” he said meekly.

“Damn right you did!” you gasped. Having so much inside you, pushing your organs around, it was hard to breathe, and you were suddenly aware of just how squished your bladder was. “What the hell was that?! Take it out!”

“I..can’t.” He ducked his head, looking at you with sad but earnest eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll do whatever I can. But they’ve implanted by now-”

“They?!” you spat.

“My young.”

You went silent, staring at him. He babbled a moment, something about a weird evolutionary branch of his species where they weren’t entirely one gender or the other, and often had to transfer their unborn offspring to gestate in a new host.

“They won’t hurt you,” he said. He tried to lay a comforting hand on your massive belly but you shoved it away. “…They’ll attach to you like a human baby would, and just draw nutrients off your system.”

“So you put a couple of parasites in me, GREAT! Nice first date you shit head.”

You tried to move away from him, but found your new girth ungainly and awkward. He caught you, and though you tried to push him back, he helped you out of the pool.

“I will take care of you, if you let me,” he said. “I’ll..hell I’ll pay your bills for the next few months, make sure you don’t need-”

“Months!? Just how long is this going to take!?”

“Usually…2 to 3, it depends..” Again, he seemed to shrink back a bit as he crawled out of the pool. “Please..there isn’t anything that can be done now. Even if we force them to detach, it would hurt you as much as them.” You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

“So I’m stuck now, that’s what you’re saying.” You feel yourself shaking. His young, his /babies/ were inside of you now. You could feel them shift and squirm, making you grunt and feel sick.

“I’m sorry…I told you we should have stopped..”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know…” He offered his hands to help you up. “At least let me get you home.”

“I don’t want you to know where I fucking live,” you snarl. You get up and waddle to your clothes. Your back already hurts, your hole is throbbing and aching from the ridiculous stretch of TWO babies being shoved through it. You feel yourself gape open as you bend over to get your clothes. Your shirt refuses to stretch over your belly.

Strong hands grab you and whirl you around. He holds you tight, fixing you with a firm look.

“This situation sucks, I know,” he said. “But please…/please/ let me help you. Once it’s over, I’ll take them and leave and never bother you again. I know you hate me right now but…I want to make it right.”

You jerk out of his hold and spit another curse at him.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.” You do your best to jerk your pants back on, then make your way out of the pool area.

You don’t know what you’ll do, but you’ll figure it out. And WITHOUT him.

(Might do a part 2 if there’s interest - Nona)

HOUSE VONDEN

by Studio Vision Architecture & Design

Poison -Spencer Reid

Spencer X Reader

Imagine: Being cut off from a case because it’s too personal and then dealing with the consequences of disobeying orders.


“You are not to inject yourself in the investigation. That is an order.” Hotch strictly said.

She was left stuck behind because she was “too close” to the case, which was just another way of saying that she her emotions were clouding her judgement. She turned angry, like it was poison that coursed through her veins. Her temper flared, causing a storm in everyone’s path. Her family was in danger and she couldn’t do anything about it. She hated that she was rendered useless. It felt even worse that the one person she highly looked up to, had cut her off. How could they not understand that she couldn’t just sit back and watch them work? The team had split off into teams to cover more grounds, but she knew exactly where the unsub would hide. She waited until they had left to sneak out. She knew disobeying orders would risk her job, but her family was priority.

“If you guys are not going to do something, I will.” She muttered under her breath.

Her heart raced with each meticulous step. Her surroundings were way too dark and there wasn’t a glimmer of light to help her see. It was quiet, almost too quiet, which made her more alert. Even though she was ridden with nerves, she was careful as she cleared each room. Once the living room was cleared, she moved onto the kitchen. In the back of her mind, she hoped she was wrong. If she was right, then she would be left without backup. She had turned around the corner, but before she could clear the room, she was struck in the back of her head. Her body collapsed onto the floor with a pained groaned, along with her gun.

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