#Albert Shaw headcanons

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Can i request something platonic with the grabber? like maybe y/n is one of the kids he took and he grows attached or something

Platonic headcanons here we go!!!!

Headcanon/Preference # 29

Picture & gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I wrote this with the idea that the reader is like preteen to teen, female and comes from an abusive/neglectful home life. So ⚠️Warning⚠️ sensitive topics ahead!

✨Albert "saves" you~

• The first time Albert ever saw you, it was while you were at the hardware store he works at, shopping for house paint with your father. (Who of course was making you carry everything, despite being twice your size himself.)

• Initially he didn't really think much about it, or you for that matter. But when you were trying desperately to haul everything up onto the counter, you'd dropped a paint can, which spilled paint everywhere.

• He would have been upset with you, if your father hadn't immediately backhanded you as of you were a grown adult. The sheer force sent you flying to the paint covered floor, where you wept softly while you father yelled and berated you.

• It was then that he noticed how malnourished you looked, how pale, and the bruises on your arms and legs. The lavender sundress you wore, clearly way to big for you, and filthy long before you fell into the paint. Albert wondered subconsciously when was the last time you'd eaten, or gone outside to play?

• He kicked your father out, and begrudgingly you along with him. Because despite himself he didn't want to see you suffering. So for the rest of the day he devised a plan, and within a week of stalking you and your family, Albert kidnapped you and locked you way in his basement.

• He'd even gone out of his way to clean up the basement a little, and put clean sheets on the musty mattress down there. He wasn't planning on hurting you like all the others, no no he was saving you! You just needed time to adjust to it, before he could move you to the spare bedroom upstairs he'd decorated just for you.

• The authorities actually didn't know about your disappearance until the school called. Your parents essentially just shrugged it off and told the cops you'd run away. So no one thought the infamous Grabber had snatched you. He only kidnapped boys after all.

• When you woke up to find Al watching you, sitting on the floor against the across the room. Initially you were startled of course, I mean who wouldn't be? But he spoke softly to you, assuring you that you were safe now. And you honestly believed him.

• He promised to return in a few hours with food and soda, and he kept his word. Bringing you a meal of baked linguini, which he had clearly picked up at a local restaurant. Along with your favorite soda, how did he know that was your favorite?

• When you inquired about it in a soft whisper, Albert couldn't help but chuckle behind his grinning mask, explaining that he wasn't a very good cook, but he wanted you to have a good first meal with him. He left out the fact of how he knew that was your favorite soda.

• Making smalltalk as he sat at the foot of the mattress, watching while you ate, you absentmindedly told him about how you're a fairly good cook. Stating about how your family always made you cook, clean, and maintain the house.

• Albert asked why you were so skinny then, if you were the one cooking. And you explained that your family kept you locked in a broom closet beneath the stairs when you weren't working. And you only ever got the scraps, and oftentimes expired or stale foods.

• That fact confirmed his suspensions about your home life, and it enraged him to say the least. You are a dream, a sweetheart, why would anyone hurt you? But he contained his anger as best he could, he didn't want to scare you after all.

• As the days went by, Albert made it a point to take care of you better than any of your family ever had. Al never wanted kids, still doesn't, but you become like a little sister to him. And he became someone you looked up to for protection.

• When Max was away Albert would let you come upstairs. And he'd let you bathe in peace and privacy, and also let you watch cartoons in the living room. He also provided you with new clothes, clothes that actually fit. And eventually he took down a TV and VCR for you, and a bunch of tapes. He didn't want you getting bored down there, when you had to be confined until Max left.

• Sometimes he'd even sit down there and watch the tapes with you, even bringing popcorn and candy for you both to munch on. It didn't matter what the movie was, he just enjoys seeing you happy and now much more healthy.

• He would show you all sorts of magic tricks, especially on days when you were sad, which was usually a result of having nightmares about your father taking you back, and locking you up in that musty broom closest. Al enjoys the sound of your laughter, and he smiles when you smile.

• Sometimes when you're feeling a bit more childish, due to not having a childhood, you play pretend with stuffed animals Albert brought you, and sometimes sometimes Al will play with you. He especially enjoys having tea parties, and it's the perfect time to show off his magic tricks.

• When it nears the time for you to move out of the basement, and into the room Albert has set up for you. He finally starts to visit you without his mask. The first time he took it off, he sat across from you and actually let you remove it. He figured it would be a good way to make you feel safe and comfortable.

• He was very pleased with how comfortable you'd become with him, with and without the mask. But the real thing that made Al so proud of you, was that you never once tried escaping, or been naughty in any way. You'd been very polite and proper the entire month and a half you'd been with him.

• When you finally met Max, you did as Albert asked you, and kept his little secret. Albert easily convinced his brother that you were a runaway that he found, and decided could stay with them. (Obviously not telling him how long you'd already been there.) And Max accepted his explanation without question.

• The room he moved you into was perfect in every single way. And he was so happy about how excited you got while examining everything within the room. That was the first time you hugged him, practically tackling him in a tight hug, which initially startled him, but he relaxed and hugged you back quickly.

• He knew you still needed an education, but he couldn't exactly enroll you in the public school, considering the county still thought you were a runaway. So he opted to homeschool you as best he could, which in turn took up all of his spare time. And the disappearances had suddenly stopped after you ran away. What a coincidence.

• One day when he was feeling particularly soft, Albert let you mess with his hair, which resulted in several braids with decorative beads and rings being put into his soft hair. He felt a little ridiculous of course, but you were so happy that he didn't mind it. Thank god Max wasn't home!

• You eventually take it upon yourself to try teaching Albert how to cook, which results in quite a bit of chaos in the kitchen, and a hell of a mess for you both to deal with in the end. But he's a fast learner when he's got such a great teacher assisting him.

• You also helped Max to sober up! And helped him to find a really awesome job, both of which Albert had thought were impossible.

• Samson of course took a liking to you, and often slept either at your feet, or in your bed with you, depending on what you were up to.

• Albert's lost count of how many times he's found you curled up with his dog like he was a big ol' teddy bear. Albert is also a teddy bear with you tbh, but no one say anything okay? Okay!

*Hope y'all enjoyed! 🥰

[creepycassidy]

Heyyy! I hate to be annoying and request again- Ik your busy and you don’t have to do this requests at all or anytime soon but IF and only IF you want and can- could you do an UA Albert Shaw x male (or gn) reader who has CDH? (chronic daily headaches)

I’ve been really struggling with it and today has just been horrible 😭🙏🏻 I’ve been crying about it like all day if I’m being honest ☹️🤚🏻

Thank youuuuu either wayyy! I’m so in love with your writing!!

Omg!!! I deal with CDH myself and this request really hit home and was a very easy one to write. I understand the pain of what you’re going through completely and truly hope you find relief. Today has been a horrible head day for me as well. Tried all the usual remedies and ice pack but nada. Having a headache all of the time sucks the joy out of life, ugh!! :( I hope this can make you feel just the slightest bit better though at least. Enjoy! <3

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Alt!Albert Shaw x Reader w/ CDH - HCs

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Warnings: non-graphic mentions of vomit and illness

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Read below the cut! ⬇️

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It makes Al really sad to see you feelin’ all yucky.

Of course, if he could, he’d do a little magic trick and take it allllll away from you. And, poof! You’d never have to worry again.

Unfortunately, that’s a little bit outside of his abilities as a part-time magician…

But!!

But but but!!!

Albert will take care of you as best as he can!

If he can’t take them away, he’ll do just about whatever he can to make you comfortable. Just say the word, sweet boy.

Al put in some low lighting options in the bedroom and throughout the rest of the house in case the brightness ever becomes too much.

Heck, he’ll take the day off of work to spend it with you, if it’ll help.

Always packs painkillers and sunglasses in the van incase you need them. Keeps a frozen bag of peas in the freezer to double as an ice pack.

There’s no reason to feel ashamed or bad if you can’t fulfill certain promises or tasks due to not feeling well. It happens, and it’ll be a-okay! Pinky promise.

If you’re having a particularly bad day or if your headaches ever end up as migraines, Al is there with a wastebasket and a cool rag if you happen to get sick to your stomach.

Al rubs your back, gently soothing and comforting you.

Don’t you even worry your silly self about getting up. Al brings you ice water to be sure you stay hydrated and (canned, he’s still not much of a cook…) soup to keep your tummy full.

Date night at home!! Sometimes maybe you don’t feel like going out, Al understands. How about he orders a pizza or Chinese takeout? He’ll even put on your favorite movie and turn down all the lights. It’s just like going to the theater, except Samson is there to lay his head in your lap!

Naps. Naps, naps, naps. He is 100% a believer that everyone needs a nap sometimes. Albert is more than happy to curl up with you in bed or on the couch. Lay your head against him and relax.

[wayward-persephone]

NSFW Alphabet List

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

[mandowifey]

MKAY SO WE ALL KNOW ABT AL'S CHEST RIGHT??? Idk why but it looks so smooth-

Anyways how would it go if the reader just straight on tells him that she's obsessed with his man tits?

Anon. This made me ugly laugh at 11 at night. Thank you for this.

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Fancy You.

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: General Dead Dove, you're kidnapped by a lunatic, Stockholm Syndrome, Implied NonCon, NSFW content.

(This was not proofed.)

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Time crawled to a halt in this place.

You weren't sure if it was weeks, maybe months since your abduction. When you started scratching lines into the cement walls, you had lost track of the hours that passed. Oftentimes, you couldn't recall if you already marked a day, which meant your count could be wrong or missing altogether. Right now, you stood at 27.

'This place' was a basement. You had taken to thinking of it like your coffin. It was a cold, dark, all-encompassing tomb, which you and many more would die within. Sometimes, you wondered how many before you left their own scratches on the wall. There was no evidence of others, which roused concerns that none of them lasted long enough to count their days. You considered if you were his first, or perhaps his last. Neither option felt palpable.

He collected you around the evening, as usual. Punishment this time had felt less brutal and more sensual, as the welts from his belt bloomed on the flesh of your ass and thighs instead of your back and arms. Hand prints marred your throat and wrists as reminders of your place here. Somewhere between your legs resides something sticky and warm. As you wade through the fog in your mind, you return to consciousness as your captor rocks against you.

'Good girl, m-my good girl.'

A brush of silicone against your throat made your head drop back. Large hands palmed your hips, guiding your flacid body into his. Gasps came quick and muffled behind his mask as he ruts against you, the drag of his girth leaving streaks of precum on your thighs. Each jerk of his body loosened a couple more of your mental screws. Maybe you didn't hate this at all. Maybe you'd always wanted to feel needed.

The man groans something low and guttural in your ear, his fingers bruising your hips as heat spills over your soft thighs. Revulsion fills your stomach like acid, but you can not bring yourself to shed another tear. As his grip loosens, he begins to move you off of his lap and have you stand. He liked to look at you, bloody and broken while covered in his cum. To him, you were a masterpiece meant to admire.

"Look at you," His voice is soft in stark comparison to the brutality in which he took you. "My perfect little dove."

The kitchen floor is cold on your feet, and you feel something in your chest. Perfect, you think, his.

Maybe...

"I like your chest," you say suddenly. Time grinds to a stop, and you are hardly breathing. "It's smooth, nice to look at." Who was this speaking for you? Or perhaps this voice had been there all along, waiting for its chance. The fog in your brain makes you lethargic. Your head felt weighted as it rolled in his direction, your eyes on the sockets of that devilish mask. He was frozen in place, watching you.

Standing up, the man you only knew as Mister towers over you and breathes hard. Fingers cup your chin and pull your face up to look at him. It was difficult to keep your eyes open as consciousness rattled around in your head like loose stones. At this distance, you can see the glean of those predatorial blue eyes.

"What else?"

You blink and try to focus your attention.

"What else?" He says again, his large hand encompassing your jaw in a painful squeeze.

At a loss, you gawk up at him and frantically try to discern what you're being asked. He moves you backward by your jaw until you touch the counter. You gasped as you're lifted by the hips and placed on the edge, legs forced apart so he could slot between them. Slowly, you start to understand. He must not ever receive compliments, certainly not from his victims. You had caught him off guard and thrilled him. You could tell by the way he was already hard again.

The man drags the weeping tip of his cock along your crease and pulls another noise from your throat. As he angles to drive inside of you, he brings that large hand to your throat and presses into the flesh.

"What else do you like about me, kiddo?"

[ph1alamaria]

Vance Hopper X Reader: General Head Cannons! (❁´◡`❁)

• oh, sweet baby Vance...

• You met in the grab and go, and he was busy on the pinball machine

• I'm going to be honest you were terrified when you saw him💀

• I mean its Vance Hopper; everyone knew him and not for the best reasons

• Being in a relationship with him isn't as bad as it would seem

• No, he would not hit you 💀

• You may get into fights, but he would never physically hit you

• His mom teaches him to treat women with respect

• When you and Vance go on dates, he's a lot different than with the guy friends he hangs out with

• He's a lot sweeter and kinder

• He'll offer to even buy you dinner even though he most definitely has less than a dollar on him

• If he really likes you, he'll even let you sit on his lap while he plays pinball (Just don't mess up his game)

• He's actually just so cute when he's with you

• He would also never cheat on you.

• He's loyal till the end

• When your alone he secretly loves his hair played with

• But just by you

• No. One. Else.

•ANYWAY 10/10 BOYFRIEND🫶😍😍😍

[hneedlz]

HEY LOLITA HEY!

Albert shaw x reader smut

Warnings; all is consensual. nsfw themes. Praising, riding COCK. , LOL UM KIDNAPPING? It just apart of the story idc. He's caring, he is like mid 40s in this. , young is brought up but the reader is over 18 I promise.

A/n: READER IS OF AGE YALL!!!! Also grabber is not in character..

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You were riding your bike down the road you lived on. A nice neighborhood, a cul-de-sac. Your heart raced, You was going so fast that Your hair was flying behind You. Suddenly, a squirrel ran across the road, and you had to swerve to avoid it. You swerved as you  lost control of your bike. Before you knew what was happening you hit the concrete curb and fell off. It hurt. You couldnt muster up courage to get up sk you decided to just sit on the curb. A man was standing near his black van with some writing on it, and he began to approach you. "Are you okay?" He asks, putting on his black magicians hat. You looked down to look at your knee wasn't hurt badly, but you did have some scrapes and bruises.

"I guess. Could you help me up sir?" You blushed. He picked you up, bridal style and began to carry you to his van. "I'll drive you home. Don't worry." He said. He opened up the back doors, and before you knew it you were sprayed in the face with a mysterious substance. Before you knew what it was you were knocked out, laying silent in your kidnappers van.

You a had always been a heavy sleeper, but this was different. You had never fallen into a slumber as deep as this before. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to remember where you was and what had happened.

The first thing she noticed was the darkness. It enveloped her like a thick blanket, making it impossible to see anything around her. Lena reached out to try and feel her surroundings, but all she could touch was cold, hard concrete. She realized that she was lying on the ground, and her heart started to race as she tried to piece together what had happened.

As your  eyes adjusted to the darkness, you realized that she was in a basement. The room was small and cramped, with a low ceiling that made it feel even more claustrophobic. There were no windows, and the only source of light was a small, dim bulb flickering overhead. Within seconds, her breath started coming in shorter intervals, and you could feel your heartbeat drumming against your chest.

Panic surged inside you. You tried to remember how you got here, but everything was foggy. You quickly checked her pockets, hoping to find her phone, but it wasn't there. You tried to calm down, telling yourself you needed to be rational, but your thoughts were racing.

As you took deep breaths and tried to gather her thoughts, you noticed a small, barely visible outline of a door on the opposite wall. Your heart racing, you got up and walked towards it, her hands shaking. You tried opening the door, hoping it wasn't locked, but it wouldn't budge. It felt like it was jammed shut.

That's when she saw the small window. You peered through it, hoping to get a glimpse of who had brought you here or were there any exit paths; however, it was too dark. You couldn't see anything beyond the glass.

You didn't know how long you had been in the basement, but it felt like hours. You had no idea where  you are, who had put you in this room, or even if  you were safe. You knew  you  had to keep her wits about her and try to find a way out.

You rummaged around in the darkness, feeling along the walls. Suddenly, your fingers came across a small crack in the wall. It was almost too small to notice, but when you touched it, you felt a cold draft of air on your hand. You realized it was a vent, and perhaps your only hope for fresh air and potential exit point.

You had looked around and to your surprise you found a door. You walked over and decided to give the knob a chance. the door was unlocked. Fear gripped you as you approached the open doorway cautiously,  you walked up the steps and seen the light coming from a room. You got to the top of the steps, peeked your head out and your eyes scanning the dimly lit room.

You stood out in the middle of the dining room to see a man sitting on a singular chair without his shirt on. He had on a scary mask.

She was about to run when the figure turned around, revealing the face of a older more handsome man from earlier. But instead of attacking her, the man held out his hands in surrender. "Come here. Don't be scared. I won't hurt you." You walked closer to the man.

"Please don't call the cops, i will treat you so good babygirl" he said, his voice trembling. "I didn't bring you here to hurt you. I'm just desperate and needed someone."

You  hesitated, unsure of what to do. The man looked genuinely remorseful, but you didn't know if you could trust him. You walked over to him. Noticing how he patted his lap you sat down on his legs.

"Your so young. So delicate.." he whispered in your ear. You blushed. You tried to move but he wrapped his arms around you prohibiting your movements. "Call me al. If not that then dont call me anything." He said. His hips began bucking up into you. Making you whimper. "AL. Please." You let yourself go. You decided to just let him do it. "Please what? Say it. " he said gripping your thigh.

You whimpered. His grip strengthened. "Fuck me. Please. Fuck me al." You whined, feeling his hard on press against your core. He pulled his pants down to his mid thigh , exposing himself to you.  You decided to do the same, pulling your pants and panties all the way down. You got

ontop of him, touching his cock. You jerked him watching how sensitive he is.

You lined his up with your cunt and sat down. He gave you no time to get used to the stretch and he began thrusting his hips up into you. "Good girl. Take it like the good girl you are." He said while his thrusts got faster. his hands were on your hips. His grip bruising, but you loved it. "I'm about to..." he groaned in your ear. You cried as you came. His cum overflowing from your abused cunt. "Fuck." AL groaned as you got up and wobbled away. "Bathrooms right there!"

[dancingisdangerouss]

So I wrenched my back and since I'm now bed-ridden it got me thinking...

Would Al be more angry that his outlet for sex isn't able to "help" him? Or would he jump at the chance to dote and coo over you?

And what about Arthur Harrow for the same question? 👀

Hmm. I think Albert would enjoy the helplessness of it, and being able to take full advantage of you while you’re weak and vulnerable to whatever he wants to do. I canon him as enjoying power dynamics and getting off on having that dominance over someone else, so I think he would jump at the opportunity to use you (aaaand dote on you afterward, of course).

I think Arthur would be secretly more on the irritated side that he’s unable to get his needs met in his usual satisfactory manner, but would try to not show it. He’d probably put on a charming smile and act all “oh poor thing” while caring for you day and night, but would secretly be pent up with desire. By the time you’re all healed up and ready for action, he would go hog wild on you.

[wayward-persephone]

Okay but this looks so fun! 💙

put three names & a number in my ask

some fmk alternatives

stab, shoot or drown

fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with

fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with

write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey

go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with

go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with

share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with

watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with

netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against

[definitelynuwonhere]

Middle Name Headcanons:

I know it’s late but I’m very bored and need a break from this angst fic (I’m stuck)

I had very fun researching names, it’s an odd reliever, I didn’t do everyone just cuz, no <3

•David Michael Shaw

-Get it? Cuz Michael? I thought it was funny ok.

•Milo Anthony Greer

-I saw someone use it in a fic I read and I really liked it, i forgot the name tho sorryy

•Asher Kieran Talbot

-Leaned into Talbot being of Irish origin

•Samuel Henry Collins

-Gramps/hj

•Vincent Carter Jones (Solaire)

-Just throwing things around ok

•Huxley Reed/Reid

-I liked it

•Lasko Arthur Jacob Moore

-I had too much fun with it- BUT OK SO HEAR ME OUT, Lasko being part of a very wealthy family one with mansions and shit. Fanfic worthy shit right there

•Damien Albert (As in Einstein lol) Rhone

-Sofia seems like someone who’d pull that shit

•Anton Filip

-Slavic boi

•Morgan Emry Kyne

-I just like how it sounded.

[jokeringcutio]

hey! i don't know if requests are open but could you write headcanons where The Grabber is obsessed with the reader who is a cop? preferably male reader but if you only write female reader, that's fine!

Sure!  Strap in, you’re in for a treat, officer :3

Headcanons Grabber x Male Cop

First of all, the Grabber has always had a taste for men. It is why he wears his ring on the wrong finger to signal that he is available in the male x male circuit.

It is also probably the first thing that catches your eye when you meet him in one of the local bars one evening. He seems to be a normal guy, wearing normal clothes, enjoying a normal beer. When he acknowledges your presence, his gruff voice doesn’t show too much enthusiasm and he barely looks your way, but you don’t need more permission to sit down next to him anyway. You’re here to drink, it’s after duty and you had a tough day.

It's how the two of you start talking. Not many personal details are shared. You talk to the barman mostly, but the man by your side joins in at one point and asks what you do for a living. You’re no longer in uniform. You explain that you’re a cop, laugh all the prejudices away before he can mention any, and down your drink without noticing the glint of interest in your neighbor’s eye. Then you leave.

But you don’t leave the Grabber’s head.

Albert Shaw’s interest is piqued. You’re handsome in his eyes. Intriguing as well.

He has a ‘boyfriend’ already. A man around his own age. But their relationship is more an arrangement of convenience. Besides, it has grown dull. He’s not getting all the stress relief he once found with his friend, especially as Albert’s taste has always been focused on younger men. And when his ‘boyfriend’ notices that Albert has gotten more distracted lately, he accuses him of having found another man. A younger man. Albert doesn’t deny it, and his ‘boyfriend’ scolds him and leaves. Their relationship is over. Albert will have to get his thrills himself.

This is where the spiraling starts.

The first boy happens by accident. It is easy, happens in a fit and without thinking. And when the boy is locked in his basement, Albert panics.

Frustrated, angry and alone, Albert reaches for the nearest thing he’s got. The mask.

He’s no longer Albert now. He has become someone else. A demon. But at least he gets his thrills. The whip of his belt against the boy’s head signals his demise. And then, he is left with a corpse. And the game is on.

He realizes he can get your attention. You come around, looking for the missing boy, and he gets to talk to you at his own door, inviting you in for tea, and you don't decline. This is perfect!

Oh, Albert has tried before. Popping up at neighborhood parties, stopping at the police station when you’re on duty to hand back a lost and found item. But you’re always too busy, caught up talking to those pretty young girls. A shadow would pass over his face and he'd lament the fact that you’re so unattainable. That you’re probably straight. That you’re going to make it in life whereas he is already nearing his early fifties and feels like his life is at a standstill.

But now that the killings have started, and talk about a serial killer has spread through Denver, the police are working extra hours. And he is in luck. You are one of the young faces put on the case. If only you could see the delight in his eyes upon hearing the news.

More boys go missing. It is a strategic game now. Plucking them from the street whenever your attention has started wavering.

When he’s waiting in his chair for his victim to come up the stairs, bare-chested, he’s thinking of you.

He gets hard more than he would like to admit.

And when he kills, he imagines that it is you who comes and finds the bodies. Perhaps he will have impressed you now, huh? Would you care for a rough fucking when it is the master serial killer your city has harbored all along?

Next time you see him, he calls you a boy. It sounds jocular, because he is clearly older than you are and you are still a young ambitious cop. But once you’re gone he isolates himself somewhere private and jerks himself off, your name on his lips. What else does he need to do to catch your attention?

Calling you ‘boy’ becomes a regular thing, and you seem to enjoy it.

(you do. But you also enjoy the attention this attractive man gives you. Plus, he is a great listener. You can go to him with any theory and he’ll give his thoughts. You two are a great match! Perhaps you could take the next step soon…)

The thing is, in the Grabber’s mind, you have become more and more of a boy, until he fantasizes of the young attractive copper coming out of his basement instead of one of the boys he had actually captured, tying you up with his belt, fucking you on his cock.

He is enjoying this cat-and-mouse game. Perhaps a bit too much.

But then, Max, the Grabber’s brother, moves back in after losing his job and being kicked out by his girlfriend. He wants to think along. None of your colleagues want to listen to him, but you will. After all, he now lives with Albert. This is your chance to get closer to the man you fancy.

You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Not until you and Max sit down together and Max casually states that his older brother likes men. ‘Fancies boys’ he literally says. You see the corkboard with the pins Max made and realize, much quicker than he ever could, that it all leads here.

You find a boy in the basement.

You can’t remember much after that, except waking up with a headache, arms tied, police uniform tattered at the front, and a man wearing a mask looming over you.

“T is such a pity,” a familiar gruff voice says, blue eyes intensely upon you from behind black holes, undressing you with his gaze before you see a tongue dart out underneath the mask to lick sharp canines that you had seen so often. Albert. You know instantly who he is, as he stands there, holding a belt in his hand. Blood spatters cover his chest. “I had to kill him now. All so I could make room for you. But no matter. I'll gladly make room for you.”

The Grabber grabbed a young cop. It could be a news title. And it would be. Soon. Innocent young man ravished. Pushed down to the dingy mattress by a ringed hand, thoroughly taken by a man twice his age or more.

And you get ravished. Naughty boy that you are - as Albert likes to remind you whilst he is buried balls deep inside you. The Grabber takes his pleasure and, to your own surprise, shows you pleasure as well. Max arrives too late to prevent all of that. But he arrives in time to discover that his brother keeps you trapped in the dirty basement below.

When Albert appears behind Max, your eyes widen. He is holding an axe, ready to slam it into the skull of his own brother. You react instinctively, properly trained cop and all, and manage to push him backward until the axe drops from his hands.

There’s a scuffle, as you struggle and wrestle with the man you thought you could love. Before you discovered all this. The betrayal. He has used all the information you have told him in confidence to perfect his crimes. That he was always a step ahead because of the things you had told him. That he had been dreaming of keeping you here as one of the boys.

That he had touched you and touched your heart, before he broke it with his tainted perspective of love. I killed to get your attention, darling, you hear the low husky whisper full of affection echo in your ears.

“I did it all for you. Just to get you to notice me. Tell me that it didn’t work?”

“Oh, I worked miraculously,” you hear yourself say, voice dry as you watch the grabber struggle while he looks up from the spot on the ground. His leg is trapped in the hole you’d dug with the help of the ghost voices of dead boys. You wrap the black cord of the phone around your nearly lover’s neck.

“You got my attention.”

The Grabber turns blue and purple before your eyes and then he grows slack in your arms. You feel dirty, tired and heartbroken when you finally get up from the floor.

Max managed to call your colleagues.

You’re covered up to maintain your dignity among colleagues and friends, and get shielded from the eyes of the press, while your best friends from work guide you away from the scene.

The Grabber and the Young Cop; you could have been lovers, a secret affair in Denver’s suburb. Instead, you are the young man promoted for capturing and uncovering one of Denver’s most dangerous criminals.

I love this, anon, ♥︎ and I think I could write many different male cop & Grabber tales and drabbles for this. Think of all the tension, the secrecy, the way the Grabber doesn’t admit to himself that he is the one who does all these sinful things and how he, when he wears the mask and is aware that he is a killer, tries to talk things right by reminding himself he is doing it all just to catch your attention. To be admired by you. To be sought by you.

And you will find him.

Also side-note: he isn’t dead. Perhaps you thought you’d killed him, but when you get your promotion, you’re told he is in prison. So there is a possibility for a sequel. 8D

(I know I have written all sorts of f reader inserts for the Grabber, but if you look at the movie, everything indicates that he is more of a man loving man 😉 Even in my multi-chapter fic he was originally planned to be gay and in a relationship with another man. But that became too messy so I left it out in the end. ) Feel free to throw more at me :D I'm going back to sleep again now. Enoy!

[midnight-raven]

Ideas for a Black Phone/Magic School AU

Finney and Gwen are Half-Blooded Mages (Human Father/Witch Mother)

Robin is a Werewolf.

Vance is a Vampire.

Bruce is a Wizard

Griffin is a Changeling.

Billy is a Frankenstein Creature.

Max is a professor of Magic History 101 at N’Evermore.

The Grabber is a Dark Wizard that possesses Blood Magic, the most forbidden form of magic.

For the story, students of N’Evermore are being attacked in the halls of school by a mysterious figure known as The Grabber, who drains his victims of their magical essences. (Either to cast a powerful spell or to undo a curse placed on him for tampering with Blood Magic)

The drainage spell doesn’t kill the kids here, but it does leave them in a comatose-like state barely clinging to life.

With more kids being attacked, magical siblings Finney and Gwen team up with other students to stop The Grabber once and for all.

Headcanons:

Roommates: Finney & Robin. Gwen & Suzie. Billy & Griffin. Vance & Bruce.

Gwens’ magic is considered light while Finneys magic is in a gray area (between light & dark)

Gwen has healing abilities, can link to other people through dreams, and can conjure visions. Finney can cast spells,but above all, he has the ability to connect with spirits of the dead.

Because of her healing abilities, Gwen sometimes volunteers around the Hospital Wing of the school. (That’s how she became connected to the Grabbers victims later on in the story)

Bruce becomes a magical tutor for Finney, who struggles with his powers in the story.

Before attending the school, Bruce inherited his fathers old staff. He wears it around his neck, shrunken size.

Vance became a vampire after his mother survived an attack while pregnant with him. This made him being a vampire… let’s say, a sore subject.

His parents basically left Vance on his own to figure out his powers. Going to N’Evermore was an escape for Vance.

Amongst his powers, Vance can connect with nearby bats to conjure an army.

Every full moon night, Robin sneaks out of the school to run through the nearby woods. It’s his favorite thing in the world because it makes him feel connected with his Dad.

Robin had been raised by his Uncle after his Dad was killed by Monster Hunters(sacrificing himself to save either a friend or young Robins life)

In this AU, Griffin has elemental/nature kind of magic.

Griffin has trouble fitting in with his peers, after spending his life being raised in a mythical forest by Faes.

Billy was actually born human and was turned into the creature he is today. He woke up one day, in the schools hospital wing, only to discover his body was covered in stitches, he had super strength and electrical powers.

The incident left his mind a jumbling mess, and he can’t remember what happened to him, or his life before. The school is trying to help him with his trauma and to find out who he is.

Harper is his Anxiety Dog, the school lets Billy take her everywhere.

Magic teacher, Max Shaw used to be a student at N’Evermore with his older brother; Albert. They both loved it there, especially the nights when they would sneak into the restricted section of the library.

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Slasher/horror writing blog : @slxsherwriter

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

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[daintywristsandheavyheart]

Hello!

I've decided to change this whole blog into a writing account.

Writing and reading have always been big parts of my life besides music and athletics.

I've written several works but never really got the courage to publish any.

From now on - I'll do!

(My old reblogs + posts will still be here, cause I don't want to delete 1000 of them)

RULES:

I'll write fluff, comfort, angst and if I'm comfortable I'll do nsfw works.

For pairings i do:

fxf (reader)

mxm (reader)

fxm (reader)

ccxcc (both fxf and mxm)

ocxoc (just for the fandoms I write for, submit an ask and I'll think of something!)

Own Characters of mine

Slashers

billy loomis

stu matcher

Thomas hewitt

Bo sinclair

Vincent sinclair

billy lenz

Patrick bateman

Michael myers

rz!Michael myers

Freddy krüger

Albert Shaw (The Grabber)

Tlou

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Chrissy Cunningham

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Black Butler

Sebastian Michaelis

Claude Faustus

Grelle Sutcliffe

William T. Spears

Vincent Phantomhive

Drocell Keinz

Undertaker(Adrian Crevan)

Joker

Hannah Annafellows

Ronald Knox

Ash Landers

Ciel Phantomhive (Platonic only!)

Alois Trancy (Platonic only!)

I might expand the list

(very likely)

~gremlinology

[mandowifey]

Headcanon request for either Albert Shaw or Arthur Harrow as a dad. But honestly, I would accept such a Headcanon for any villianeous character you write about. So surprise me.

This has been sitting in my head for awhile, so I'm excited to get to work on it.

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

Warnings: Hints of Dubcon, definitely Noncon, implications of above mentions, crazy boys around kids, reader is not referred to by specific gender terms but is able to get pregnant.

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

A child to him is a means of keeping you beside him. The bond would tie you two together forever. He likes the sense of control it brings him, especially over you. When you first met him, you were on the pill and mentioned never wanting kids of your own. But Arthur, as he does, convinces you otherwise. Perhaps even it was an 'accident'. He is certainly the kind of man who would swap your birth control with sugar pills. But he'd smile anyways and assure you it was fate.

While pregnant, you would be doted over. Every need met, whether it be from him or his followers. You would be given luxury and love and treasured like a little goddess. This is Arthur's child, after all, and that baby would be considered a herald. He would enjoy sitting with you, head on your stomach as you two talked. He would additionally make sure you ate well and took all the things you need for a healthy child. Arthur enjoys touching your belly while he reads or falls asleep. You have never looked more stunning.

When the child arrives, Arthur is in love immediately. While most wish for a boy, he always wanted a girl. Regardless, he was happy with whichever. He would sit beside you and help you cradle the crying newborn, imagining all the great things your baby would grow to accomplish. You, as the carrier, get to name the baby. Arthur would suggest names of course but leave the choice to you.

Fatherhood suits him. The man is extremely patient and controlled. He is great with teaching your child and helping them along. You've never heard him laugh so much before. There is considerable joy in his life now, and it shows. That baby would be raised with love and expectations. However, he is stern and unrelenting. The child never gets away with anything, and punishment is taken very seriously. It will learn that for actions, there are consequences.

I think Arthur would be a natural with parenting and fatherhood. He'd enjoy the molding of such a young life. He would eventually ask you for another, and maybe one more, once the first is a little older.

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Albert Shaw has never wanted children. As a child, he was violently abused and mistreated. He can not mentally grasp the responsibility of a child (even if he can raise and train a dog, it's different).

That being said, in this instance, you are a victim/obsession that he's grown fond of and wants to keep. Pregnancy at its core appeals to him. The idea of his seed stuck inside of you, the fact that you are forced to grow and bear something that is equal parts his own excites him. He enjoys the thought of you being stuck with a piece of him inside of you and for life. But that is just about where it ends for him.

When you start showing signs of pregnancy, he'd simply watch. Maybe, depending on if he really enjoys you, he'll give you water and use his softer tone to reassure you that all was well. He does find it arousing that your skin clears and breasts swell - he'd be very interested in those. When your tummy grows, he'd touch it and talk to you about it, generally wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"How does it feel? Being stuck with a piece of me inside of you."

When it came time for birth, you were most likely alone. Stuck in the basement and forced to go through the entire process alone. In this instance, if you survived, he would return home surprised to see and hear a baby.

There is a long pause, and he is gripping and loosening his hands. You can't really tell what he's thinking. You would be filthy, tired, barely awake if not for that need to protect your newborn. He would come across the room and shake his head, scolding you about the mess you made. You are afraid when he sits beside you and looks at the child. Part of you wants to believe he cares, but you see no semblance of love in those eyes of his.

He'd sit in silence for a while, wincing if the baby cried. Eventually, when you got too tired to keep awake, he'd take the child out of your arms and leave the basement.

And you would never see the baby again.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

I'm working on some headcanons and I need one more boi for my post, so I figured I would make a poll for it! This one will be for some boys I havent written for as much cause they all need a little love 💜

The prompt is a fluffy one this time around 💜

[purplelupins]

just wanted to say I am obsessed with your albert shaw fics! the way you have created such nuances + complexities to a character we know little about with your headcanons and the way you write him is just *chefs kiss*. he is almost like an entirely new character based off of the movie and i love it! (especially since there is no child kidnapping involved here.) not to mention the way you have written reader(s) has always been enjoyable no matter their characterization. I have been logging in to my old tumblr account *just* to read your fics! (and reread them, which I never am able to do with other fics.) you are an *incredibly* talented writer, please keep it up!

My heart exploded reading this!! I’m so so happy and unbelievably flattered to read these words…Albert is and has defiantly been a bit of a challenge to pick apart but it’s been so fun to build my own world around him. I did love that in the film you don’t know much about him…makes it so much more unsettling. This man could be anyone! Having a naive reader is really fun to write alongside that, but I’m branching off too which is super interesting! I’m rambling but just know that I so appreciate you reaching out to tell me this, it means so much.

-Nora

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