#male reader x the grabber

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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!

[myers-meadow]

The Grabber/Al x male reader: Knife Collection

Title: Knife Collection

Summary: After getting to know Al a little, you come to the topic of knifes. He offers to show you his collection, and perhaps, a few tricks ;).

Warnings: mild sexual content, mild knifeplay, unnegociated stuff.

Wordcount: 1151

Divider by firefly-graphics.

I really wanted to try something different with Al, where reader isn't a victim. Wrote this for @fuckerofevilmen - hope you enjoy! Reblogging helps a lot <3.

He was clueless. Despite you adoring him since the moment the two of you met, he could be so terribly infuriatingly clueless. Here he stood, in front of you, talking about his knife collection of all things. Samson waiting patiently beside his legs. You could hear your heart beating in your ears every time something in his mannerisms, in the way he addressed you, brought on a little sizzling spark. Truth be told, you were barely listening, watching his hands instead, as he drew shapes in the air, measured the different types of knifes out in the air with his gorgeous, calloused hands, talking about the curve of the blade, the different types of handles...

Then your dog tugs at her leesh, snapping you from your thoughts and the moment is gone.

“I wouldn’t wanna keep you,” he says, smiling woefully, not used to such a devoted audience, “with all my talk of knives.”

Your dry mouth speaks before you can think twice, “No, no, it’s really interesting actually. Would you show them to me sometime?”

Albert’s eyes lit up, and he grinned, nodded and promised to even let you handle them.

.

And handle them you did. In his dim garage, with only a bad overhead light turned on – he managed to still look handsome somehow – he laid out his collection on a square of black velvet. With the third knife, he shook out his jitters, and did that trick: stabbing the point of the knife between each finger as fast as he could. You hoped he was trying to impress you. It was working. His grin when he stopped and returned the knife to the table gently betrayed as much.

Some of the decorated handles glowed in the light, Al’s taste was clear. The decorations may hide that they were made for a violent purpose, but as you run your finger over one of the blades, you could tell he kept them sharp.

“This was my first one, can you tell?” he was bashful at times, about talking this much. His face was unpainted, he must’ve not had a gig that day. He held the knife out by the tip, so you could take the handle. It was lighter than you expected, and warm from his touch.

You nodded, looking closely at it. “It looks like the one my dad gave to me when I turned 14. An old one of his, for hunting.”

He smiled. “Yeah. It’s my favourite. Just thinking of when I got it makes me feel old.”

You both laugh. His age was something you almost dared forget, as you were mid-20s yourself, he’s almost double your age, but still – your crush persisted. Then the mood changed. He was keen on that, doing unexpected things to have the upper hand. The way he looked at you was different, he seized you up.

“Can you do a trick?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Never went well for me.” And as a cheeky afterthought: “I will if you teach me one.”

“Something exciting?”

“Yeah, anything.” You found yourself no longer holding the knife, it was put back neatly on the velvet. A new knife, glinting even in the dull light, is in his hand, pointed at you.

“Then there’s this we can try…” his voice low, so low, different, almost a growl. You’d never seen him like this, something dark in his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

It was a good question. Before you could answer, he had the tip of the knife against your midriff. No pressure. Not yet at least. You raised your eyebrows in silent question, lips parting with unsaid words. He dragged it up, a little, and then down, stopping at your belly button. His blue eyes seemed to pierce right through you.

“I noticed something,” he starts. Was he this close before? His breath hit your face as you stared up at him. “Every time I walk Samson, you’re there. Were you waiting for me at the corner of the street? And I don’t think you’re doing it for the dog.”

You gulped, the knife pressed against your stomach. His closeness, his blue eyes, the way he looks at you… Your shallow breaths made you lightheaded. Al tugged at your trousers, undoing the button and zipper as you stood there, uselessly, and the knife glinted in the ugly overhead light.

“What are you doing?”

He cocked an eyebrow, satisfied with your breathlessness. “Isn’t this what you’ve been dreaming of?”

As you shook your head, the tip of the knife found skin and dug, a little – a warning. The knife slipped under the waistband of your boxers, cold but warming quick. He helped you out of the layers and hummed, pleased,  at seeing you already half-hard. Al’s voice lowered to a whisper as he took your cock in his large hand and squeezed.

“Good to see I was right… I’ve always had the impression you were such a good boy. Are you?” he trails the knife up and down your dick, then teasing the sensitive spot on the underside with the hilt, making it jump. “Hm, well?”

Another gasp as he teases you again, but you get the words out. “Yes.”

“I guess we’ll see.” And he strokes you for real, letting a blob of spit fall onto his hand as he moves it up and down. The pressure was just barely enough and you found yourself bucking into his hand for more.

“Aren’t you a greedy one?” but Al clearly smiled. Shaky breaths turned into shaky moans as his grip grows firm and the pace increases. The building tension in your lower abdomen grew tighter and you grip his arm to steady yourself. He tsk’ed, saying something that barely reached you anymore as you floated high. Al murmured soft praises as he jerked you off, pace increasing just right. He enjoyed hearing you gasp out his name as you came. Cum shot over his hand, his shirt and the furthest ropes of cum hit the table. He chuckled softly as he stroked you until you grew soft, then raised his hand to his lips to lick of some of the cum. Slowly your breath returned to normal, and the fuzziness of the relief of orgasm settled over you, making your eyelids heavy.

“How was that? I think I’m right, aren’t I? Someone has a little crush.” That wasn’t all, however, as he reached back for the knife, with it, he scraped some of the cum on the table and brought it to your face. “You’ve made such a mess.”

Instead of answering, you obediently stuck out your tongue and let him press the cold and sticky steel to it. Al’s gaze fixated on your lips as you cleaned the blade carefully.

“Perhaps I should show you my knife collection next time,” you said, tugging at the belt loop of his corduroy trousers.

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make me bad pt.1

pairing: the grabber x f!reader warning: average stockholm syndrome, violence, some non con wordcount: 2,254 words notes: this was supposed to be dirty albert smut, somehow turned into something more. cant explain. kinda AU where where the grabber is simply deranged stalker/kidnapper and has nothing to do with kids AO3 link//masterlist

summary: It was a day like any other during this time; grey, cold and depressive. A day like any other; another missing person. Another strike from the unknown kidnapper. "If he wanted to take me, he already would."

It was a day like any other during this time; grey, cold and depressive.  A day like any other; another missing person. Another strike from the unknown kidnapper, serial killer more likely. It's been like half a year since the first girl disappeared - what were the chances of finding her alive at this point?

Shaking your head you finished coffee and rushed out of your apartment. 

‘Almost late for the cinema’, ran through your head as you glanced at your phone. 

Others were canceling their plans and limited going out, especially when night covered the streets, but you felt you had no reason to do so.

If the creep wanted to take me, he'd already do so. 

You laughed to yourself and headed towards the cinema. Was it because you needed some courage? Because you kept lying to yourself? A cold chill ran up your spine and you nervously laughed again. 

“You are late!” Your friend's loud voice cut the silence. “Hurry up, it's almost starting!”

“Coming, wait!” 

Not reserving seats before and being late, you had no choice but take what was available. You were here for the movie, yet being separated from your friend bothered you.

“Well, hello!” The older man next to you smiled. “Enjoy the movie, hey?” 

Something about him seemed eerily familiar, yet you'd swear you had never seen him before. His eyes sparkled from the projector,  visibly shifting from your knees to your chest repeatedly. 

“Thanks. You too.” 

If the creep wanted to take me, he'd already do so. 

~~~~~

It was a day like any other during this time; grey, cold and depressive.  A day like any other; another missing person.

Finishing your usual morning coffee, you packed up all you needed for work and left the apartment. 

“Good morning!” You smiled at the neighbor next door. 

“Morning, beautiful!”

‘Should've brought an umbrella with me’, you thought but continued your walk nevertheless.

 This time of the year used to be unpredictable with weather - almost moody you could say. The street suddenly became so stranded and silent, the sound of the wind was almost deafening. Nervousness creeped up on you and you increased your walking pace, rhyming it up with your heartbeat. 

“Hey, stop! You just lost this!” A male voice shouted behind you. 

You did not want to stop, did not want to look who he was, but what did you lose? Taking a deep breath to try to relax your heartbeat, you turned around and was met with a funny looking guy. White painted face with a wide smile, framed by his hair and finished with a black top hat. 

“Is it yours?” He asked again and waved a key with a big keychain at you. 

You couldn't make out exactly what it was in his hand, but him being seemingly so friendly and harmless, you didn't hesitate to make your way towards him. 

Replying to his smile with one of yours, you nodded and grabbed the key, a key to your apartment. “Thank you so much. I didn't even hear it hit the ground.” 

“You seemed to be lost in thoughts.”

“Yeah.. uhm, well, thank you again, sir.”

“Gladly.” He tipped his hat and got back to his car - a black van to be specific. “Won't steal your time any more, don't worry.”

“No it's fine,” the awkwardness visible in your laugh. “Thank you again.”

“Alright! See you soon.”

You waved at the man mindlessly, watching the black van disappear around the corner slowly. Once he was fully out of view, you observed the key that fell out of your bag - or a pocket - who knows. It was indeed a key to your apartment, but a spare one you had hidden in your room in case anything happened. Quickly rustling through your back, you found the original key and your jaw dropped.

There was no chance you'd take both keys with you - the realization slowly kicked in. Someone must've took them. Someone was inside your home. 

Someone… 

Standing there in the middle of the street frozen, you recognized the van as well. His ‘funny’ white face with a tophat. That was the so-called magician with the black van that was seen near the areas of kidnappings. How could you be so oblivious to something so obvious? So careless?

‘See you soon as well? What?!’

You swore he seemed somewhat familiar too, despite the white make-up all over his face. Never seen him before, yet you knew him. Somehow. Squeezing both keys in your now shaky hands, you turned around and hurried to your home. 

“Sooner than I expected,” a male voice whispered behind you the second you closed the door to your apartment and within a second, a numb blow into the back of your head sent you unconscious to the ground. “Thought we'd get to know each other better first, but well,” he smirked and reached for the needle in his pocket.

~~~

Cold water dropped on your cheeks, slowly but annoyingly enough for you to open your eyes and squirm away. Dirty mattress underneath you, little window behind bars near the ceiling and cold, concrete walls all around you. Heavy doors you'd never be able to open on your own. Lonely black phone on the wall with ripped out cable. Scratches on the wall like if someone dug their nails into it. Unreadable words. 

‘What in the fuck is this place?’ You thought as you wiped the water off your face and touched the back of your head. ‘Aah.. my head.’ 

You stood up ignoring the pulsating headache, trying to get away from the mattress. It smelled horrendous - combination of piss, sweat and blood. The smell of horrendous death. Is this where all the previous kidnapped girls were? Where they died?  You gagged suddenly, almost throwing up despite your stomach being empty. After effect of a sleep drug he used after knocking you out, to make absolutely sure you won't wake up earlier than he wanted you to. 

The heavy door's joints screeched being opened and you saw a dark silhouette standing in the doorway. Silhouette with horns. 

“I need to look into that,” the man sighed and stepped inside, making sure the doors were closed and locked behind him. “Brought you something to sober up.”

You observed his every move without moving much yourself, without saying anything. He carried a large plate with a bowl on it. 

“How did you sleep, beautiful?” He laughed like someone trying to ease up the mood in an awkward situation. 

Making his way towards you, you stepped back till your back crashed into the cold concrete wall. 

“It's just food! Come on.”

He placed the plate next to the mattress and looked at you, exposing his mask in the light. That's why his silhouette seemed horned before, like a demon, you weren't imagining things. The Japanese demon mask - or something similar at least. The eerie smile carved into it only added to his unsettling look. It looked like he tried to look nice and polished - smiley mask, black shirt without a single fold, red shirt to his neck underneath it, black pants without any folds as well, his hair freshly washed and brushed. 

“Don't be stupid.” He sighed at your silence. “It's not poisoned. If I wanted to kill you, I already would, don't you think?” 

You had to admit - he was right about that. Why go through all the trouble of stalking and kidnapping you, taking you all the way here, to just end up killing you right away. But then; then there was the question of what he actually plans to do with you. Your body uncontrollably shivered at the thought. 

“You can't be cold,” the man laughed and then tilted his head, hoping to get some kind of reply or reaction out of you. 

But no - you were determined to stay as unreadable as possible. “Thank you for the food,’” you whispered,  voice raspier and scared-sounding than you planned. 

The man didn't utter a word; he just bored his eyes into you for what seemed like an eternity before making his way to the heavy door. Standing in the frame, he stood still and turned his masked face to you: “I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're anxious about. Not unless you make me.” 

~~~~

“Calmer today, aren't we?” He shouted upon entering the room. 

You couldn't see his face but knew he was smiling under the mask. A sinister smile. Watching his body movements you couldn't help but wonder what he was so happy about - but you weren't gonna ask him. Once he got close enough to you, you noticed his mask was different; there was no creepy smile decorating it. It was all blank. 

“I didn't wake you up, did I?” He asked and sat right next to you at the edge of the mattress. 

You shook your head in a reply - of course he didn't. You didn't close your eyes for a second in fact. Spiraling all possible ways to run away in your head, all the way you could maybe manipulate him, overpower him, anything. 

“Good, little bird.” 

His hand reached to your face and stopped right before touching your skin, seemingly waiting if you moved away or not. It looked like he predicted you'd try to squirm away immediately but the fact you didn't made him froze in a pleasant surprise. He tilted his head and grabbed a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger again and again. His eyes boring into yours, waiting for any kind of reaction out of you. 

“Hmpf,” he sighed and let go of your hair. It wasn't a sigh of disappointment though, rather a sigh of entertainment. You were not gonna be as easy as the others - just as he thought the second he laid his eyes onto you in the streets many, many weeks ago. 

Oh, he was going to enjoy the challenge. He was going to enjoy breaking you. 

~~~

You lost count of how many days went by. Weeks maybe? Who knew. You observed every single part of the basement, all the cravings in the walls, imperfections in the floor - it seemed to have been repaired multiple times in one spot. Every piece of brown and orange leaves on the trees you could see outside the tiny window - surprised they didn't all fall off already. You felt like you knew everything about this room, except the phone.

The black phone. 

At first you thought the man left it here to mock his victims, to make them call for help desperately, just to laugh at them. That was until you started hearing the phone ringing; faintly, but still ringing. It wasn't possible - the cable was cut off. The phone didn't work. Wasn't supposed to work. You couldn't tell if it was just your mind playing tricks on you after all the time you've spent just in this single room without nothing else except occasional visits from your captor. 

Him … he didn't hurt a single hair on you yet. Just as he said the first day. He didn't even touch you as you thought he would, leaving you wondering what was the purpose of all this. Why? He seemed to have no motive so far. He got you a new mattress as he said, brought some clothes for you to change. Didn't even demand to watch. Nothing. 

How could you ever outsmart him without knowing what he wanted?

You decided to be safe and just play your role. Not panicking, trying to get out at any cost. Just be calm and wait; eventually the way to freedom would show itself. The newspapers he brought you sometimes showed that people were searching for you. They cared. Eventually they have to find you, you just need to stay calm and alive. You started to talk to him after the first few days, sometimes you two shared a decent conversation which he seemed to actually enjoy. Mostly about news from the newspaper or other generic stuff, you never asked anything personal about him. What if he got mad? 

Often you found yourself sitting against the wall and wondering what he looked like. His mask was two pieces as you already knew, which he kept swapping depending on his mood, but he always wore the full mask. Despite what or who he was, he had cold but beautiful eyes; often framed by his loose hair strands. He wasn't really tall and was lean, yet surprisingly strong. 

If you ever saw his face, you were not staying alive to tell anyone about it. 

The door made a familiar noise and opened. “Here, something to read,” the man threw newspapers near you. “From today.” 

“Why's this here?” You pointed at the black phone. 

“It never worked,” he shrugged. “It's a decoration.”

“Al! Al?! I think i got to the core of it and-” Another man yelled from upstairs and was cut off by the man hissing angrily and quickly shutting the door behind himself so you can't hear anything else.

That was the first time you've ever heard any noise outside the room as it was made soundproof. The man himself made sure nothing gets in and out, as he proudly mentioned once. You never even thought about someone else being in the house. His accomplice? What did he shout, Al?  ‘Al… shorter for Albert,’ you smirked and grabbed the newspapers Al brought you. Now you knew his name - maybe you could use it against him.

[marksbear]

Could I request a Vance Hopper x Male reader (boyfriends)? Plays a few months after Vance got kidnapped. The reader gets kidnapped too (and gives the grabber a really hard time because he doesn’t back down) and Vance ghost uses the chance to properly say goodbye to his boyfriend and helps him to get out of there. A lot of angst and heartbreak (the readers usually a tough guy too and doesn’t show much emotion but completely breaks down in the basement after Vance called him the first time) the grabber could show him the spot where he killed Vance to mock him idk make it hurt 💔💔💔I hope you have a great day and thank you!! <3

Sorry this took a while I took a lil break! But I really hope you enjoy this and that I wrote everything you asked for!

And I write this in a way so you won’t get much spoilers.

Warning:Angst! Mentions a toxic home, evil stepdad, kidnapping,trauma, grieving, sad and emotionless reader, blood, stabbing, survivor guilt.

GHOST VANCE HOPPER X MALE READER.

Y/n was inside his room laying on the floor as the TV played. Y/n's eyes bore into the screen not noticing a muffled shout from downstairs. The TV screen played Y/n favorite show ever.

Sadly it was hard for Y/n to even pay attention to the show. Y/n kept glancing around his room looking at the pictures hanging around of his boyfriend.

Every time Y/n caught himself looking at the pictures he’ll whip his head around as his mind runs wild about his boyfriends disappearance.

“Vance… We we’re supposed to runaway with each other. Get out of this stupid town together.”

Y/n thought to himself knowing deep down inside that Vance would never leave him on purpose. Y/n knew it was a deeper meaning as to why his boyfriend disappeared. But sadly it’s been months and most people stopped caring for the missing teen. It wasn’t like many people was searching for Vance anyway.

The door swings open hitting the wall on impact.

“Y/n! Your mom has been calling your name for the past three minutes! Go down there before she starts getting on my ass!” Y/n’s step dad says staring at Y/n.

“There’s something wrong kid? All the sudden you can’t hear?” His step dad says with a mug on his face.

Y/n rolls his eyes and stands up from the floor walking up to his TV turning it off. “And good lord take your boyfriends pictures off the wall son he left you.” Once those words came out of his mouth Y/n shoved his stepdad out of his room before slamming the door shut.

“You brat!”

His stepfather calls out slamming his hand on the door before walking away.

After making sure his stepdad was completely away Y/n opens his door walking downstairs to see what his mother needs.

When Y/n made it to the bottom of the staircase his mom was already waiting for him.

“Glad to see your dad listens to me.”

“He’s not my dad… And I’m sorry for not hearing you earlier.” Y/n responds back crossing his arms as his mom rolls her eyes.

“I need you to go to the store. Get some groceries and then get you and your sister some snacks to eat. And after that go to the corner store and get me and your dad some cigarettes.” She says before grabbing Y/n’s arm using the pin in her other hand writing the list of groceries on him.

After she was done she gave Y/n the money and extra just in case.

Y/n grumbles complaints under his breath as he takes the money and go back up stairs to change.

After changing Y/n goes back downstairs and walk to the front door about to leave.

“And please Y/n, come straight home. No looking for Vance or clues for his disappearance. I know you miss him honey we both do. It’s just that he’s gone now Y/n. He ran away…” She says before giving Y/n a sympathetic look.

Y/n listens to her words before leaving shutting the door behind him.

Digging inside his pockets Y/n gets the Walkman out and puts on the headphones before putting it back inside his pockets.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was finally halfway to the store walking on the sidewalk as he blasted music through his headphones. Y/n eyes were glued to the floor as he walked not bothering to look up.

Suddenly tapped into Y/n's foot.

Stopping in his tracks Y/n looked to see what touched him. It was a can and a few other things behind it. Y/n looked up seeing a man in white face paint on the sidewalk trying to but clumsily picking up his things.

Usually Y/n would have just avoided helping. Like going to a different direction or just out right to ignore them completely. But this time Y/n couldn't just fake his way out of this.

Y/n crouched down picking up the items that were scattered around the sidewalk. The stranger puts the fallen nearby items inside his bag before walking up to the teen.

Y/n hands him the items while imagining how Vance would have picked light fun at him for helping calling him "soft."

"T-thank you so much! Please let me pay you back for your kindness." The stranger says grabbing the teen's arm forcefully trying to pull him to the van.

"Hey man get the hell off of me!" Y/n shouts as he yanks his arm back. The man lunges for Y/n wrapping his arms around him. Y/n tries to fight back by kicking and stomping on the man's foot and also by scratching his arms.

The man swung the teen around in his arms yanking him to the van.

Y/n swung his head straight back hitting the man with the back of his head causing his nose to bleed.

"You brat!" The man shouts as he uses one of his free hand to pry open Y/n's mouth before using his other one to spray something inside his mouth.

Y/n continues to fight and sway around until his own body gives up on him slowly becoming unconscious the man swings open the van door angrily tossing Y/n inside of it before slamming it shut.

TIMESKIP

Opening his eyes slowly Y/n raised his head from the dirty mattress he laid on. As he looked around the more his brain processed what just happened before he got unconscious.

The walls were dirty and rusty and so was the floor. The only thing that kept Y/n company was a black phone besides the mattress on the wall. Y/n sat all the way up leaning his back against the wall.

The only door insight began to unlock and twist open.

Y/n quickly stood up and clenched his fist. Sure Y/n didn't fight much, but all the times he did he won and thankfully his boyfriend was a fighter so he knew a thing or two about beating the hell out of someone.

With the door opening Y/n got into a fighting stance just as his boyfriend taught him.

A man stepped into the empty basement staring at Y/n menacingly.

"Step any closer to me i'll kick your ass." Y/n says not even trying to threatening him. The teen told the man as if he was stating a fact. The man only laughs and step a few feet closer.

"Kick my ass? How cute." The grabber teases.

"Trust me I've been doing this for a long~ time. You won't be the first kid I snatched who fought back." The grabber says before adding."hmm... You know you sounded just like a boy who I kidnapped a few months ago. That's right Vance Hopper."

Y/n's fist clenched tighter as his whole body went into a state of shock and pause. "Y-you what." Y/n says with his voice cracking slightly.

"Vance~ I remember the day I kidnapped him. When I was driving around in my van I saw you two hug and kiss outside of your house. Y'all two looked so inlove as you wished each other bye. Even after he left after walking you open he still had a dopey smile on his face." The grabber says as he smirked behind his mask.

When he thought he would get an outburst from the teen Y/n stayed silent and on guard not even flinching.

The grabber lets out a frustrated noise before turning away leaving slamming the door shut.

With the new information Y/n lets go of the breath he was holding as he laid back down on the mattress thinking. As he thought his eyes wondered around looking before landing on the telephone.

Getting up Y/n walked over to the telephone picking up the phone and dialing 9-1-1. Much to Y/n's guess it didn't work and Y/n put the phone back into its place before sitting back down on his mattress.

TIMESKIP

For the past few days it has been weird and scary for Y/n. For numerous times him and the grabber fought and argued. Y/n refused to eat and drink and even one point threw the tray of food at the grabber once he came to collect it.

And even one time Y/n had gained advantage on the grabber taking him to the floor, but sadly he sprayed the same thing that caused Y/n to be unconscious the first time in his mouth.

The teen even met the ghost of the Grabbers old victims. They taught and helped Y/n against the grabber. Giving the teen tips and how to avoid the same fate they met.

The grabber haven't checked on the kid all day, so Y/n was just in the basement looking at the open scars from the previous fight he and the grabber had.

*riiing* *riiiing*

Y/n head whipped around looking at the black phone that was shaking. The teen quickly got up and walked to the phone. Picking up the phone Y/n glanced to the door making sure the grabber wasn't there.

"Hello?" Y/n says into the phone.

It was silence for a while until...

"Y/n you still sound like a fucking dork."

That's what caused Y/n to freeze. From everything that Y/n went through for the past few days this is what shocked him the most. The voice that he loved and cried for months.

"V-Vance! Is that you?!" Y/n's own voice began to betray him as tears threatened to fall.

"Yes babe it's me!" Vance's voice rings out through the phone causing Y/n start to break down.

"Vance! I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I wasn't there. For months I used to believe that you ran away without me. I-I'm so sorry Vans." Y/n sobs out as he spilled out the nickname he used to call him.

"Babe, don't start crying. I don't like hearing you cry." Vance says as his own voice began to crack.

"I miss you so much...I-I *sniff* " Y/n couldn't even finish his own sentence as he cried leaning his body against the wall.

"I know... I miss you everyday. And I guess it's my fault that we couldn't run away with each other as we planned---"

"Don't say that. It's neither of our faults okay!" Y/n cuts him off as he tried to wipe away his tears.

The phone grows quiet.

Finally breaking the painful silence.

"Promise me Y/n that you'll kick this guy's ass. Do it for the other dumb asses here... Do it for me." Vance says softly.

"I promise. You have my word babe." Y/n voices crack out knowing that he'll have to hang up soon.

"You better god damn it! I'll be there with you okay!?!..."

The two grow silent once again.

“Don’t go…” Y/n breathes out to the phone clenching onto it tightly.

“I have to.”

“Don’t please…even if I— I survive I won’t be able to live without you Vance! You told me that we were soulmates!” Y/n begins to sob again.

“Goodbye Y/n…”

With those last few words the phone rings silently.

With tears blocking his vision he drops the phone letting it hang. Y/n began to cry and shout screaming and cry out for his boyfriend.

“So you do cry?”

Y/n’s head whips around looking at the man that stood by the door.

“After everything this what makes you break? You miss your pathetic boyfriend? Well your in luck because I feel a bit generous today.” The grabber teases before walking towards Y/n.

Once he was close enough Y/n tries to push him away, but the grabber was fast taking a fistful of Y/n’s hair yanking him to him.

The grabber pulls Y/n to the bathroom area.

“This is we’re he died.” The grabber says yanking Y/n’s head to the wall forcing him to look at the pool of dried blood on the walls.

“I took his head just how I am with yours and banged his head against the wall until he was bloody and limp.” The grabber says whispering into Y/n’s ear.

With the picture painted in his mind Y/n eyes started to water as the grabber went on and on about how he killed him.

TIMESKIP

Since his last call Y/n and the ghost began to communicate more and more.

Their calls became more helpful and strategic preparing for what’s about to come or really the day he’s supposed to be killed. Y/n had been staring at the door for the longest.

Y/n looked to the side of the room seeing all the ghost standing by the wall. Who really stuck out to Y/n was his boyfriend looking at him with so much guilt and confidence.

Vance’s eyes softened once him and Y/n met eyes. Y/n gave Vance a small smile before turning back around looking at the door again.

With the door slowly opening Y/n stands up from the bed.

Bracing himself Y/n gets ready to fight with everything he got. With the door opening Y/n’s eyes glare.

First a dog steps inside the room with a steel chain wrapped around his neck. The grabber walks inside behind the dog with a smirk.

“You really are just like your boyfriend. Never backing down from a fight.” The grabber taunts as the dog bark and growl.

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.” Y/n says with a straight face showing no emotion.

The grabber ties the chain around a pipe as he takes a knife from his back pocket.

“Too much of a little girl to fight me with your fist.” Y/n says as he’s the one who’s taunting now.

Out of nowhere the grabber strikes pouncing in front of Y/n before swaying the knife to Y/n’s arm. Y/n dodges just in time right before the grabber tries to stab him again.

As the grabber misses a swing Y/n winds up his own arm before giving him a quick hook to the cheek.

The grabber reacts fast using the closeness to his advantage giving Y/n a quick slice to the arm.

As the two fought the ghost watch in different parts of the room. Watching intensely.

Soon enough The grabber begins to play dirty by tackling Y/n onto the hard cold dirty floor. Raising the knife above his head The grabber swings his arm down directly at Y/n’s face.

With luck Y/n swiftly moves his head out of the way making the knife dig into the floor. As the Grabber tries to pull it back Y/n punches the man straight in the stomach causing the Grabber to hunch over and gasp.

Y/n pushes the grabber off of him before quickly climbing on top.

Similar to how Vance got arrested Y/n started to punch the living shit out of the grabber. The grabbers face quickly became bloody.

Once the man under the teen became weak Y/n stood up walking to the knife that was stabbed into the floor he pulled it out before walking back to him.

“You killed those innocent boys… More importantly you killed my boyfriend.” Y/n says as he crawled onto him.

Sitting in his stomach Y/n wrapped both hands around the knife handle bringing the knife above his head he angled the knife above his heart.

Without any more words Y/n plunged the knife deep inside the man’s chest. Y/n drive the knife deep before pulling it out and back inside stabbing him repeatedly.

“You killed my boyfriend you fucking asshole!” Y/n shouted as he stabbed him again and again.

Finally calming down Y/n dropped the knife before getting up and looked around.

With all the ghost staring at him Y/n knew what they wanted to do. Y/n ran up the stares leaving the basement before running to the front door that was surprisingly unlocked.

The only thing Y/n could do now was shut and find someone.

Sprinting out of the yard Y/n ran with all his might. What Y/n didn’t notice that his boyfriend was in the middle of the street watching him run away watching Y/n with a proud expression.

“Good job babe…”

THE END

[bosinclairsgff]

Requests Rules <3

Hey everyone, I want to get back into writing fanfiction and stuff like that! So here are my request rules and other important things to know! (I used to only write on Wattpad so I'm new to using Tumblr pls be nice <3)

Requests: open

Will do

Hurt x comfort

Fluff

Head cannons

Sometimes mentions of abuse, kidnapping, murder or sh (there will be trigger warnings)

Light angst

Drabbles

Characters hurting the reader (there will be a tw)

Reader with depression or anxiety

NSFW

Won't do

Pregnant reader

Child reader

Parent reader

x male, ftm, mtf or poly reader (I am not qualified to write about those as I have no experience involving them)

Characters I will write for

Halloween: RZ Micheal Myers, Corey Cunningham

Amusement: The Laugh

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer(platonic only),Thomas Hewitt, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Vilmer Sawyer

Scream: Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Amber Freeman, Sydney

Friday The 13th: Jason Voorhees

House Of Wax: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Saw: Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

House Of 1,000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

American Psycho: Patrick Bateman

Child's Play: Tiffany Valentine

The Black Phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

The Collector: Arkin

Silent Hilld/DBD: Pyramid Head

Carrie: Carrie White

Ghost Ship: Jack Ferriman

Thirteen Ghosts: Dennis Rafkin

The Shining: Jack Torrance, Wendy Torrance

The Invitation: Walter Deville

Midnight Mass: Father Paul

The funhouse massacre: Doll face

A nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : Quentin Smith

My Bloody Valentine 3-D: Tom Hanniger

Don’t breathe: Norman Nordstrom

The Purge Anarchy: Leo Barnes

Midsommer: Pelle

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Leather face (2017) : Jedediah Sawyer

American horror story : Kai Anderson, Kit Walker, Patrick March

Jennifer’s Body : Jennifer Check

Re- animator: Herbert West

Jeepers Creepers: Darry Jenner

Grave Enconters: Lance Preston, Alex Wright

The Dare: Credence, Dominic

31: Doomhead

Longlegs: Dale Kobble, Lee Harker

Trap: Cooper Adams

CREEP: Josef

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT IF YOU ARE

Homophobic

Fatphobic

Transphobic

Racist

[slasherfckr]

˜”*°•.˜”*°•𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢•°*”˜.•°*”˜

Hello 👋

Before I start posting imagines, headcanons, requests and more.... I've got a few rules I should mention. So PLEASE PLEASE read until the end 🙏🥺

First are the characters I write for:

Michael Myers (78 or RZ)

Jason Voorhees (specifically Part 2/3 Jason)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Bubba Sawyer (OG TCM)

Thomas Hewitt (2003 TCM remake)

The Grabber (Black Phone AU where he didn't kidnap and kill kids. Only adults)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (Child's Play movies series/Chucky TV series)

Tiffany Valentine (Chucky TV series)

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

I'll add more as I catch up on other slasher franchises I haven't seen yet such as Scream for example 😉

Secondly, here are topics I will NOT write for or even allude to:

Incest

Rape

Pedophilia

Animal Abuse (yes this includes any kind of sexual acts with animals)

Homophobia

Transphobia

Racism of ANY kind

Basically any nasty kind of topic similar to any of the above

So if your request is for any of the slashers I mentioned and doesn't have anything to do with the topics I refuse to do, go ahead and send me an ask! Smut or fluff, I'll write!

**IMPORTANT**

I typically write for a female reader unless specifically requested for Gender Neutral. I'm not comfortable writing for male just yet but I'll occasionally do a male!reader x slasher so I can get more comfortable with it 😁

[scentedpepper]

A Favor | Vance Hopper

Fandom: The Black Phone

Pairing: Vance Hopper x Alt!Male Reader

Summary: Vance and Reader have an interesting dynamic. One where the line between friendship and something more can quickly become blurred.

Content Warnings: Implied Child Abuse, Implied Drug/Alcohol Abuse, Homophobic Slurs

Author Note(s): No Grabber Au

The first thought that entered his mind when he opened his eyes to the pitch blackness of his living room was rather more a feeling. Cold. It was cold. Whatever he was laying on was cold. The floor. The tile. It was cold.

He could feel the sweet twinge of pain welcome him like a venus fly trap into the gape of its mouth as he lifted his head from the ground. The sudden shift in his position seemed to trigger an onset of throbs to the forefront and back of his skull. And as his brain kicked into a higher functioning state, he abruptly became aware of how he'd ended up here —and the rest of the pain in his body. His confusion ceased.

He sat amongst the dark for a moment. Trying to gather himself and the will to stand up because sitting had his arms shaking and his breath taken out of his body. He huffed a hot cloud as he settled one of his hands against the couch, mentally preparing himself for whatever ache, in whatever place of his body might come next. Then, when he got the willpower, he gripped the couch tighter and reeled himself off the ground.

He grinded his teeth together as he took on another wave of pain from his torso that he wasn't quite content with placing it at his ribs in fear of them being broken. But he saved the locating of his wounds for later. It wasn't like he could see in the first place. The living room was pitch black, the entire house was.

Well, that was until the door farthest down the hallway squeaked open, leaking light into the air and making him freeze on the spot. He stayed silent as footsteps promptly followed the invasion of light, holding his breath, his body ridgid and glued to one spot against the wall. He didn't know what time it was. How long the moon had replaced the sun in the sky. But he did know that there was only ever one other person in this forlorn home.

Beside the occasional too loud, too long hookup, house party, or drug sesh the house was always empty.

Just him and his father.

And that's whose heavy footsteps were coming down the hall right now. That's who scratched his belly as he walked by. That's whose fist still had blood on it. That's who was headed for the kitchen. That's who walked by without a glance in his direction. Thankfully.

He exhaled.

He removed his weight from the wall beside the couch and ventured- limped towards the front door. He grasped the cold knob as glasses shook and clanked together in the fridge. He closed the door quietly behind him, drowning out the sound of his overly loud father, and he slugged his way down the stairs of the porch before a more welcoming, flat surface grasped his feet.

The night air was warm. Too warm for his liking. And without a breeze, by the time he ended up at that house, the pits of his shirt were stained and there was sweat wetting the neck of his hair.

He was out of breath as he rounded the house that he found himself more familiar with than he wanted to be. He made a mess out of the flower pot on the left, dirt scattered, collecting in his wounded knuckles. He dug around until the ends of his dried fingers made contact with the cool metal of a key. And then he promptly stuck it into the door, twisting and turning then pulling, tracking in dust he knew the unruly boy inside would complain about later.

He tried to quiet the heaviness of his boots as he made his way through the layout of the house by memory. He couldn't be sure who was home right now. But he knew someone would have to suffer the consequences. So he went slowly. Bit by bit. Using the wall as a crutch.

His hand seemed to grab the handle of the door- his door almost eagerly yet, with hesitancy. Somewhere inside of him, he felt the boundaries of their dynamic being pushed. The rules to their back and forth being tested. And he would've followed the advise of the big and bold "FUCK OFF" scribbled onto the door with black sharpie if it wasn't for the way the curly headed boy jumped out of bed the moment he heard the god awful squeak of it's hinges.

He knew Vance was paranoid —but jesus christ.

"I've never seen anybody grab a knife so fast. "

He looked like a deranged animal with his blonde hair all fuzzy and hanging in his face. His blue eyes in a craze, any sense of weary from his previous state of sleep diminished.

His voice came out more strained than he expected and beyond the dark there was a slight change in Vances face. The shadow of his body shifted and he slid the door of his closet all the way open, letting the light in fully. It created a warm glow around Vances figure, some of which leaked onto the others face. The contrast of their eyes met.

"Y/N?"

He watched as Vance's body lessened in tension, shoulders dropping and the grasp around his switch blade subsided.

"You owe me, right?"

"Yeah but what the fuck? It's fucking two in the morning. " The irritableness that everyone was all too familiar with seeped back into his voice. Any sound of confusion or alarm nonexistent now. "Are you stupid or-" But his quick mouth cut off when the bedroom light flicked on suddenly, revealing the state of his acquaintance.

"Holy fuck. " His eyes scanned over the tallers body. "Who fucked you up?" There was a slight amusement to his tone. But he couldn't grasp the flatline of his face. Or why there wasn't an immediate hateful retort to his comment.

He took the silence he received as a beckon to head for the bathroom.

"No one's home. " His voice called back from across the hall. "Don't worry about the noise. "

There was relief to be felt in that sentence and he trudged into the bathroom much louder than before.

"You're limping too?" Vance took notice when he caught sight of him in the mirror.

"Isn't that clear?"

There it was. That sarcasm. That hostility.

Most people generally avoided pissing off or testing Vance Hopper. –But he was a different story. People often deemed him an outcast. A good for no one, loser who was only valued for the drugs he supplied. Even after being in the same highschool for three years, he still caught strange looks from people, and if they were brave enough, they'd insult him. All because he had metal in his face and his wardrobe mostly consisted of dark clothing and because he kept his hair dyed a striking red.

He got mixed reactions from people. Not that any of them were ever any good. No. Just that some were simply too intimated to be caught dead looking in his general direction and others would spit out the classic 'Faggot!' if they thought it fit. –But that only happened when he wore eyeliner. He got used to not caring about it. It was a lame insult. He wasn't gay and he never would be. He knew that.

He also knew so long as he wore it, he'd face the consequences. The same way his usual appearance faced the consequences. Yet, he struggled to anticipate being stuck in a bathroom with Vance Hopper all over a smudge of black on his waterline.

"Stop moving. " Vance hissed. Impatient with the scrunch of his face as he wiped away blood.

"Well maybe if you would stop being so damn aggressive for two sec- Ow! You son of a bitch!"

The abrupt increase of pressure on his cheek wound made the boy situated on top of the counter shout on in pain.

"See. That's what your dumbass gets for moving around so much. " Vance shot back immediately, the amusement in his voice from before returning.

"Fuckin' hell. " He muttered, planting his hand against Vance's chest and pushing the boy backwards. "I need a dri-" But as soon as he jumped off the counter he felt his words choke him in the back of his throat and his teeth ground against each other so hard it was enough to cause an ache in his jaw.

He'd seemingly forgotten of the injured state of his ankle until he slammed against it full force. The pressure sent an abrupt strain of agony on his face and he felt his leg giving out beneath. The heel of his foot felt as if it was going to burst and he needed to support himself. His immediate instinct was to rapidly reach out for whatever was in front of him and that 'whatever' happened to be Vance.

His face was pressed against his chest before he even knew what was going on. He could feel Vance's arm wrap around his back, hand squeezing into his shoulder as he pulled the boy upright and held him close.

The weight of his body on his ankle made him gasp out in pain. His mouth was open and the noises that were meant to be words never really formed into anything intelligible. His vision blurred and he felt himself lose focus for a second. His arms gripped the material of the others shirt tightly as he steadied himself. The action also served to help stabilize him as Vance lowered him onto the edge of the counter. He grabbed at the side of the sink for purchase and when he looked up he realized Vance was still right in front of him.

There was no immediate look of concern, but he saw it. It was written on his face, like it was being teleported from a text book and onto the others features. But what came out of his mouth instead was something you'd exactly expect. "You're a fucking moron, you know that?"

It was his usual condescending tone. The one that got under his skin and made him want to punch the smirk right off of his face. And the way it seemed to raise an eyebrow was enough to send the anger surging through his body.

"Go to hell. " Was all he managed in his disheveled state. His hands still gripping the countertop as he leaned all his weight against his right foot.

Vance huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, he was trying so hard to keep the distance between them that his legs were uncomfortably pressed up against the toilet behind him. "You think I want to be in here cleaning up your shit when I could be sleeping?"

He looked at him and for a second, eyes trailing over every detail on the others face.

His eyelids were heavy with sleep and the bags under them seemed to make his blue eyes pop more than usual. The strands of hair that framed his face weren't quite as greasy as they usually were and they seemed softer somehow. His brows were relaxed as if he wasn't fazed by anything right now despite how aggressive sounding he was. The shirt he was wearing was a simple, black V-neck and Vace thought he was probably going to make fun of it for looking old until he realized his own shirt was practically hanging off of him and the sleeve of his jeans were frayed at the ends.

He looked back up at his eyes. His voice low as he spoke up. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

He didn't know how else to respond, so he just stared. It was the last thing he was expecting from the redhead and he certainly couldn't explain to you why his heart seemed to pound at the sound of his helpless voice.

He didn't have any intentions of coming over here. But once he realized he couldn't sleep with the throb of his ribs and the ache of his ankle, he knew there was no point in trying to doze off in the comfort of his bedroom. He didn't want to walk the way across town to find somewhere to crash. So when he realized that the house would be empty and Vance probably wouldn't be able to sleep, he knew there was no better option.

He watched him scratch the back of his neck and let out a sigh. "So why were you bleeding all over my back porch anyways? " Vance spoke up, the tension of his body returning as he waited for an explanation.

He wasn't exactly in the mood to talk about what happened tonight. Especially with this kid. The thought of telling him about how he was just on the floor in his living room made him want to run away. So he gave him the easiest answer he could think of. "Got in a fight."

His gaze followed him as he reached into the medicine cabinet. He could hear him shuffle through the contents, closing the door, and then opening the cabinet right next to it.

"At 2:00 in the morning?" Vance questioned. He wasn't the brightest but he sure as hell wasn't stupid.

"Why do you care?" His fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter tighter this time and lifted himself back onto it, losing the thought of a beer from the fridge all together at Vance's sudden inquiry.

"I don't. " Vance snapped back immediately, letting the cap of the ointment fall from his hand. He turned around to face him, meeting his gaze. "I just don't wanna deal with your bullshit right now."

His jaw tightened and he leaned towards him, bringing his face close to Vance's and spitting out his retort with enough ferocity to make him falter. "Fuck you."

Vance's brows twitched and the momentary flinch in his eye was all he needed to keep up the momentum.

"Don't talk to me like you're some fucking hero. Don't act like you've got any kind of empathy or sympathy. You don't know shit about me. " He paused, digging his nails into his palm as he spoke, keeping his voice low so as to not give away the rage that was surging in his veins.

"I've seen the way you look at me. It's a good fucking joke, Vance. How you try to act like you don't give a shit but I know you do. " His fingers started to twitch at his sides and he let them run over the lose skin of his nails, picking and pulling. He didn't know if it was factual or more of a sorry attempt to convince himself someone might care. "You're just like everyone else. " The last part came out quieter than the rest, like it was more so meant to be a mutter that his helper didn't acknowledge.

Vance simply couldn't understand where all this was coming from. Sure. They got into it. But it was never anything like this. He felt the tension in the air shift –to something heavier. Something undisclosed to the both of them. And for once in his life, Vance Hopper was rendered speechless. His arms crossed against his chest, eyes locked on to Y/N's.

"What do you mean?" He finally found his voice, letting the anger rise in his throat, almost latching onto the last thing Y/N said. But he didn't.

He could feel his heart quicken, and his next action was all he could do to avoid any further confrontation. He turned around to grab the kit he was searching in before, stilling himself by taking a deep breath before responding.

His fingers were almost white as he gripped the box in his hand, turning back around slowly. The boy on the counter was still looking right at him, unwavering, and he had no idea why he suddenly felt so exposed under his gaze. He could feel his breath get caught in his throat, and he had to turn his head to the side to try and hide the way he seemed to be acting so oddly. He couldn't make any eye contact with him for some reason.

"Forget it. " Was all he got from Y/N before he turned away but there was so much more in his eyes to be told. So much more that he could see and he wanted to know.

He took another deep breath and kept his head down as he looked over Y/N's body. His clothes were in disarray, torn in places and stained with blood and dirt. His face was covered in scratches and a particularly nasty gash on his cheek and his knuckles were bleeding through the bandages he wrapped around them. His ankle was a different story. He hadn't gotten around to peaking under his shirt at the boys ribs but he was dreading what he might see beneath his clothing.

"What happened?" He asked again.

Y/N didn't answer at first and when he finally lifted his head, the only thing he saw anymore was his tired eyes.

"Nothing. "

He didn't believe him for a second. He wanted to say so many things right now. Like how he could see the pain written in his face. How he was just sitting here, bloodied and beaten up on his bathroom counter. He wanted to say something. But all that came out was, "Don't be an idiot."

And then there was silence.

Y/N shifted on the counter and Vance's hands fell to his sides before gripping the end of his shirt. "Let me see your ribs. "

His fingers pulled the fabric over his body, letting it rest around his shoulders, revealing the bruises underneath. The bruises that were wrapped around his torso and were forming into a dark, painful color. He looked up at the boy on the counter, meeting his gaze for a second. He couldn't hide his concern this time. The state of his body was far too intense to.

The sight made his heart sink and he felt like he should say something. But his voice caught in the back of his throat and all he managed to let out was a quiet, "What happened?" Once again. The same question as before.

"Nothing. " He repeated. This time, there was a more aggressive tone behind his words. It was like he was trying to make sure that Vance didn't bother attempting to get an explanation from him.

"Why're you being so difficult? Just tell me. You have no problem running your mouth any other time you come in here after getting fucked up by some loud mouth jock and his friends. So tell me. What happened? "

The insistentence seemed to rile Y/N up more than anything and he found himself getting angrier than he was at the beginning of this whole conversation.

"Because it's none of your business. "

"You're bleeding all over my fucking bathroom floor, it is clearly my business. " He could feel his voice raise a pitch and the two of them were now staring each other down again.

Vance's eyes had widened, not really expecting the blunt response he had received just seconds ago. His own anger boiling over at the moment. He was so tired. "Why don't you just leave then?"

There was a pause and Vance felt his eyes fall to the ground as Y/N's body shifted. The anger in his words fading as he responded.

"I can't. "

He was quiet and he saw Y/N's eyes move up and down his body. He swallowed down the feeling of discomfort.

"Are you going to help me or not?"

His gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to move it. "I didn't think I had a choice in the matter. "

He heard him scoff from above him. "You're being a dick. "

He was looking back at him, his mouth falling into a thin line as he tried to muster up the right words.

"Look, " He started again, his hands balling into fists. "I don't know what the fuck is going on with you right now. But you're obviously hurt, not just physically and it's late as fuck so just let me help you. "

"Why do you care?"

"Why does it matter?"

Y/N was quiet and Vance waited for another defensive retort, but all he got in response was silence.

He wasn't sure how much longer he wanted to keep talking to him. But his eyes found themselves trailing over his body again, settling on his ribs. A sigh left Vance's lips as he lowered himself to the drawers beneath and took out more bandages. "Even if your ribs are broken, wrapping you is the only thing those bastards at the hospital will do anyway. Saving you a hell of bill. " He shrugged, ripping open the package before moving to sit on the edge of the tub. "Get on the floor. "

Y/N was still silent as he took his weight off the counter, gingerly lowering himself down onto the tile, watching as Vance's hand went for the roll of bandages before he joined him on the floor. "Put your arms around my neck and don't move. "

The moment Y/N's fingers wrapped around Vance's neck and he leaned forward, he could feel his entire body heat up, like it was set on fire.

The two of them were close. Physically at least. The first time he laid eyes on Vance, he had been hanging from his friends car window, perched on top of it, talking shit. Y/N was leaving the convenience store, some girl chirping at his side and Vance was instantly enamored by his wild look.

The spikes in his hair and his sharp jaw. The red dye interwtined in his strands that he liked to flaunt, even though he wore a beanie almost everyday of the week. The piercings in his ears and the way he didn't really have a sense of fashion. The ripped jeans, the dark T-shirts, the black band shirts and the converse. The only thing that was relatively normal was the gray beanie he always seemed to have with him. And maybe that was why he liked him so much. That, and he wasn't a huge dick like everyone seemed to make him out to be the way they avoided him.

Vance shifted in his spot and Y/N let his arms drop away from his shoulders.

"Hey, put your hands back around my neck, dumbass. "

He couldn't help but feel his body grow hotter as he complied, wrapping his arms around Vance's shoulders again. His legs laid on the outside of his and he watched as he started to wrap the bandages around his torso. He winced slightly with every turn, the movement causing a dull pain to come from his ribs.

"Does it hurt?" Vance asked, his fingers resting against his chest for a moment.

He nodded his head but didn't say anything. He could feel Vance's hot breath against his neck and it made his chest tighten.

"What?" He felt the pressure on his chest lift up slightly and he looked down to see Vance staring at him.

"You've never actually been this close to me. " His eyes met Vance's and he felt his face burn up.

"Yeah and?"

"It's nothing, just saying. "

Vance had noticed it before too. How close they were standing to each other in the bathroom. How close they were now. And it made him wonder what the hell was wrong with Y/N. But he knew better than to ask. "You know, " He started again, the tension in his voice dying out a little as he spoke. "you've never really been this close to me before either. "

He could feel the arm he had around his neck tighten. "That's cause you're an asshole. "

"I mean I guess. " He could hear the hint of a smile in his voice and he sighed. "Your shirt is dirty. "

"What? What does that have to do with anything?"

He rolled his eyes and let go of the bandage he was wrapping. "It's in the way. "

He watched as Vance's hands slid over his own, gently lifting them off of his shoulders.

"You're making it weird. "

"Shut up. " He sighed, grabbing the bunch of his shirt around his neck and pulling it off. "There. "

Vance sighed, looking at him for a moment longer before leaning forward, starting to wrap the bandages around him again.

The proximity made his skin feel like it was sizzling and he struggled to maintain eye contact.

"Your hands are fucking freezing. " Y/N winced, the bandage he was wrapping moving against his skin.

"My hands are always fucking freezing. "

He could feel Vance's hand brush against the small of his back, causing a shudder to run down his spine. He bit his cheek and tried to keep his thoughts at bay.

"Does it hurt?" Vance questioned, his voice low.

He nodded his head, trying to steady himself. "A little. "

He let out a hum in response and Y/N found himself thinking about the closeness again. He tried to keep his head up but his eyes kept wanting to wander down to Vance's lips. He knew they were pretty but it was so weird to actually see them like this. To think of the way they'd feel against his own.

He shook his head, trying to push away the intrusive thought. He felt his stomach flutter when he realized that he was staring.

"What?" Vance spoke up, the softness in his voice suddenly gone. He looked up at him, meeting his gaze and he watched as Vance's face turned a little red.

"What? Nothing. " He felt his heart quicken as he stared into his eyes, he watched as Vance's eyes shifted down to his lips and he couldn't help but subconsciously lick them.

"Your eyes are fucking weird. " Vance responded, breaking the eye contact between them.

Y/N's hands stilled and he let out a shaky breath. "What?"

"You have weird colored eyes. Like. They're a weird fucking color. "

The moment the words left his mouth, Y/N could feel the anger rise in his chest. "What the fuck are you going on about?" He began to snap back at him. But Vance didn't say anything, just stared at him with a slight look of panic in his eyes. And he couldn't help but think it was all just a joke. Just another way for Vance to make fun of him. But it wasn't a joke. It couldn't be. Not with how red in the face the boy was.

"You're such an asshole. " He huffed, his fingers gripping at his side.

Vance looked away from him, wrapping the bandage around him one last time before he let out a sigh. "There. "

His hand rested against his chest, gently patting it twice before moving away. He could feel the tension leave his body and his stomach falter when the warmth of Vance's body disappeared.

The blonde sat back down on the edge of the tub and let out a sigh. He couldn't help but notice how quiet Y/N had gotten. It was so different than the way he normally spoke to him.

Vance glanced down at his feet and when he finally met Y/N's gaze again, he saw something in his face that he wasn't expecting. Something vulnerable.

He suddenly felt bad. "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to keep the nervousness in his voice muffled. He watched as Y/N's eyes shifted away from his and down to the tile floor.

"Are you going to kick me out now?" He spoke, his voice low.

His chest tightened at the question and he let out a shaky breath. "What? I mean. No. " He couldn't stop his mind from conjuring up ideas of what could have possibly happened tonight. He couldn't imagine what such a beating must have felt like.

His voice broke through his thoughts again. "Are you sure? I just. " He paused, his voice shaking. "I just want to sleep. "

Vance nodded his head, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Then you can sleep here. " He watched as Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I don't want you going back home. Your dad could be there for all I know. "

"I never said anything about my dad-"

"You didn't need to. " He snapped back. "It was pretty fucking obvious from the way you've talked about him. "

"It's not like he's beating the shit out of me or anything. " He huffed, looking down at the floor again.

"Yeah? Don't worry. I was in denial once too. " He sighed. "Look, I'm not trying to force you to say shit but whatever the fuck is going on with him, it's not good. And if you think it is then you're fucking stupid. "

He saw the look of defiance flash in Y/N's eyes and he let out another sigh.

"I'm not trying to make you talk about shit you don't want to talk about. I just. " He paused, letting his head fall back against his shoulders. "I don't want you to get hurt. "

He looked up at the ceiling, letting the words he spoke sink in. He wasn't sure if he was making the right decision. It's not like he could be sure of anything he did. But it was late and he was tired. He was tired of thinking about it all. Of watching as he slowly became more and more withdrawn from everyone. Of seeing how angry he got when he got an answer wrong or how sad he was when he was in a fight. Of how he tried to play it off like it was nothing when it was so obvious. He was tired of seeing him struggle and he was tired of being the only person he would open up to. So he let the words just spill out of his mouth, not caring for a second if Y/N took it seriously or not.

He looked back down at him, meeting his eyes and he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Do you want to sleep here or not? In my bed. "

There was no response. And Vance was afraid to speak again for a moment. His heart was beating so loud and his skin was so hot and he wasn't sure why he was so nervous.

He saw the hesitation in his eyes and he swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"Or you can sleep on the floor. " He felt his face turn red as he spoke.

The tension between them was undeniable. He felt his body shake with the heavy weight of his anxiety and it felt like he was trying to stay afloat in a sea of emotions that he couldn't keep up with.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and he nodded his head. "Okay. "

Vance let out a breath of his own, one he didn't know he was holding.

"Okay. "

He watched as Y/N made his way off the floor, taking a little more care than usual with his injured leg. Vance cleared his throat and stood from the tub as well, the two of them now standing face to face in the bathroom.

The air felt like it was too thick. The space between them felt too small.

"So, um, " Vance started, trying to shake away the thoughts that were running through his head. "Do you want a change of clothes? You can take one of my shirts if you want. I have some shorts somewhere too if you want to borrow them. "

The thought of seeing Y/N wearing one of his shirts made his heart tighten yet, he still couldn't seem to grasp what it is he was feeling.

"That'd be cool. "

He nodded his head, walking past him, across the hall and towards his dresser. He was pulling out a pair of boxers and an old shirt, handing them over to him. He saw Y/N glance down at his pants and then up at his face.

"You don't mind, right?"

He could feel the tension rising in his throat and he shook his head, taking a step forward. "Nope. "

The closeness between them made his breath catch in his throat and he watched as Y/N bit his cheek again. His eyes falling to the floor and Vance could see that his hands were trembling. His arms moved slowly and carefully, trying not to make any harsh movements that would send another flash of ache throughout his entire ribcage.

"Do you need help?" Vance asked, reaching out and placing his hand on his shoulder. He saw the hesitation in his eyes before he nodded his head. His fingers moved to rest at the waistline of his jeans and he pushed his thumbs up and underneath the fabric. He felt Y/N's skin against his own and it was enough to make him break out in goosebumps.

He pulled away as quickly as he could, pulling off his pants and throwing them to the side. He felt his cheeks burn and he swallowed down the nervousness he was feeling. He watched as Y/N shoved on the pair of shorts he brought him as quickly as he could.

The silence was unbearable and all he could do was watch as Y/N changed into his clothes and he felt himself getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He looked away from the boy after a couple minutes, trying to keep his nerves under control. He didn't even dare breathe, knowing full well that he would probably embarrass himself if he tried.

"Thanks. " The soft tone of Y/N's voice caught him completely by surprise and he whipped his head back around to look at him, seeing that he had a small smile across his lips.

A light blush covered his cheeks. "No problem. Uh... I guess we should go to bed. " He muttered. His gaze fell to the ground, avoiding looking directly at Y/N.

He heard the footsteps behind him as he turned towards his bed and he turned back around just as quickly, opening his eyes as wide as they possibly could. He hadn't noticed how close Y/N was to him until that very moment.

As soon as their eyes locked Vance felt every inch of confidence he had disappear in less than five seconds.

The taller male's cheeks flushed and he stared at him with glossy dark brown eyes. "Yeah. "

He took a few steps backwards. His shoulders relaxing just slightly as he stepped away.

"Um..."

They stood awkwardly in front of each other, neither saying a word. There seemed to be no rush to move on from this awkward standstill they were currently in. Neither moving, neither breathing, neither blinking. Just standing in place and staring at each other like idiots. He felt himself fumbling for something else to say. Anything to break the awkwardness between them.

He felt his stomach twist and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the feelings of anxiety that were building inside of him. Why did he agree to this? This was such a fucking dumb idea.

"Uh, I'll uh -"

Before he could finish, Y/N grabbed hold of his arm pulling him to his chest and wrapping his arms around him. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he hugged him. He could feel Y/N's head resting on his shoulder, his hair tickling his cheek and the warm smell of the strands filling his senses.

This wasn't what he wanted at all. He didn't want to feel this way. But, at the same time, he didn't want to feel anything right now. At the moment he wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere except this room or this situation. Anywhere but with someone who hated his guts or who he couldn' t figure out what exactly he meant to him. With somebody he was still struggling to understand completely. Somebody who knew how he felt and who apparently knew better than anybody else in the world about what he needed and when to push him.

He wasn't sure when Y/N began to see through him so easily. Or when his walls of steel and silver armor had become so transparent.

Maybe it always had been there, hidden under layers of bullshit and sarcasm.

Maybe this whole time he really had just been playing the part. The role they both agreed to play and the roles they had played to the extent where there was nothing left but pretending to be friends. And now, finally having the chance to break the facade and be honest with each other, maybe this was what he really wanted all along. Maybe everything he ever wanted was finally happening and he had spent his whole life denying it.

Maybe this was why he was so scared.

And maybe that's why the rough calloused tips of his fingers grabbed the boy a little too roughly. His coldness piercing through the thick skin on his shoulders as he pushed him away. Maybe that's why he let his voice quiver as he yelled out in anger.

And maybe that's why he let those emotions take over his senses.

His voice came out in a deep growl. It echoed around the empty room, sounding threatening and intimidating despite it just being them two. Alone. Even if nobody could hear him.

"You ever touch me like that again and I'll do a number on you worse than your dad. "

And maybe that's why he was gone after that.

[v1nnydinny]

hii!! how are u?? feeling well, having a nice day? I hope so!

What about The Grabber x Male! Reader (adult) who is so sweet and kind but has anger issues or at least, gets frustrated very easily...

have a wonderful day, dear! kisses and hugs!

Omggg rkrkoddkek I love this request! So doing it!!!

Kiss and hugs back!!

TW! yelling, shoving/pushing, cursing, silent treatment, the grabber himself-, grabbing wrists, gripping your own hair out of anger, another guy eating grossly— lmk if anymore else!

I think it’s time we go home

The Grabber has been letting you stay upstairs for awhile now since you’ve earned his trust by how sweet and kind you are. He’s noticed small things tend to upset you easily, he didn’t really pay much attention to it tho. Intill today.

He sits on the edge of the bed rubbing your shoulder and taking your hand in his placing soft kisses to it to try and get you up. You try to get him to leave you alone but pull your hand away but he just pulls it right back in a tighter hold.

You groan and slowly sit up while rubbing your eyes with your free hand. You look at him confused since it’s only 9:30 am

“What is it?” You said tiredly, he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear (if you have hair😨🤙🏻) and speaks in that voice. It’s deep, and sweet but always a hint of seriousness or desire.

“I want you to get up and get ready, I’m taking you out to breakfast.” He says with a smile.

That smile, you can’t seem to place your finger on it but there’s something about it. Something so different, the way his smile just curves so perfectly, the way you can see his canines so perfectly.

You nod at his request and get up going to your shared closet. The Grabber has bought you clothes and ones that you like to.

You pull out some baggy pants and a black tee-shirt that has a skull on the front, and then a plain black zip up sweater. You walk to the bathroom to get changed.

You walk into the bathroom and shut the door and lock it, you look at your messy short hair. The piece that he tucked in still tucked nicely behind your ear.

You ruffle your hair a bit before quickly getting undressed and pulling on all your clothes and leaving your dirty clothes on the ground of the bathroom.

The Grabber knocks on the door and try’s for the handle.

“Why’s the door locked?” He asked sternly.

You unlock the door and slowly peek out.

“Sorry, I was just getting dressed” you say softly, in the candy sweet tone.

He nods and turns away grabbing the keys to the van.

“Now let’s get going mister” he says with a loving tone. You and nod and smile, a bit of blush creeping up on your cheeks. You quickly slip on your shoes and smile at him as he holds the door for you.

You skip to the car and gets into the passenger side while he gets in on the drivers side. He starts driving to a breakfast place, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand on the middle console.

It’s a quiet but quick ride, he gently squeezes your hand as you both pull up to breakfast. He lets go of your hand and gets out of the car lightly jogging to your side and opening the door for you with a playful bow.

You can’t help but giggle at his playfulness. You hop out and smile at him. He grins at you and wraps his arm around your waist as you both walk into the breakfast place.

Shortly after you guys get a seat at the bar, your handed menus and water to start. You both look at the food and drinks deciding what you want, after a couple minutes you both chose what you want and wait for your waiter to come back.

The Grabber makes small talk.

“Your hair looks nice today mister man” he says softly. You can’t help but smile, you hadn’t even brushed your hair— just gave it a ruffle and went about it.

“Thank you lover” you say back in your signature sweet voice. He grins at the name and tucks a strand behind your ear again and rubs your knee.

You both are just looking at each other, taking in each other’s futures once again. It’s short lived tho as your waitress comes back to talks order.

“What can I get you dears for today?” She says with a soft smile.

“Hm, I’ll have the breakfast sandwich with a dark coffee and he’ll have (name of breakfast food) with (drink of choice)” The Grabber says back and continues to rub your knee.

“I’ll be right with yah!” She says and walks to hang up the order.

You and The Grabber are talking a bit before he pulls out a small notepad and pen.

“Would you wanna play tic-tac-toe?” He asked already flipping the page. Of course you say yes and you both smile at each other before he hand you the notepad and pen to write it and start.

You write the lines and make your first move. Then his turn. You guys go back and forth and it ends in a cats game.

It’s perfect timing tho because the waiter comes back with your food and drinks.

“Thank you.” The grabber says and you just nod with a sweet smile.

You both are eating and talking, intill some random dude comes in and sits next to you at the bar. You ignore him because he wasn’t talking to you, just being really loud.

You guys keep talking, you’re getting a bit annoyed with his loud ass talking.

The guy gets his own food soon and you think since he’s eating it will be fine, but no. He’s fucking smacking and chewing with his mouth open.

And that’s all it took for you. You slammed your hands down and turned to him.

“Can you be any fucking grosser?!” You yell at him and he just looks at you shocked, food falling from his pig mouth.

But once you realize you just snapped at some random guy who was probably just enjoying his day and his food, even if it was gross, you feel horrid

You want to apologize but nothing comes out, The Grabber grabs your wrist and spins you around. Literally everyone is looking.

“What the fuck was that? What’s your deal Y/N!”

He slams a 50$ bill down on the bar to pay for your guys food and drags you by the wrist out. He goes to your side of the van and opens the door shoving you in and slamming the door. Before angrily walking over to the drivers side getting in and slamming the door again.

“What the hell is your problem Y/N?” He asks sternly and angrily.

“I-“ is all you could get out before tears filled your eyes.

He slams his hand on the wheel and pulls out of the parking lot.

His hand gripping the steering wheel tightly as he doesn’t say a word.

The Van ride felt like hours.

The Van finally comes to a stop and he gets out and goes inside, you following close after.

“I- I didn’t mean to! He- did you not see him? And hear how loud his smacking was?!” You ask, your voice not the same, not the usual, sweet, soft and kind voice, no. This time your voice is filled with fear, and anger and regret.

But he completely ignores you. He sits on the couch. Manspreading and running and hand through his hair.

You let of a soft cry and quick go to your shared room with him.

You curl up on the bed, crying into your hands and repetitively ask yourself the same thing. “Why did you have to get mad?” “Why do you get upset so fast?” “Why couldn’t you just not have snapped on that poor guy.”

The questions in your head screaming at you, only making you cry harder and grip your hands in your hair.

Your no longer crying, to tired too, to upset to let the tears slip past your gorgeous eyes. You hear a soft knock on the door, a pit of fear filling in your stomach.

The door opens and it’s obviously him. Who else?

He walks over slowly and sits on the edge of the bed by you, the bed dipping by his weight.

“What happened back there?” He asks with confusion and a hint of anger

You breathe out shakily and slowly sit up, fidgeting with your hands and shaking.

“I- i don’t know…!” Your voice filled with fear and laced with sadness.

“Why did you get so mad so fast?” He asks sternly with a hint of confusion.

“I don’t know…I just get angry quickly..I can’t help it.!” You say with sadness and tears fill your eyes again, begging you to flood over and spill out.

He looks at you for a minute and seeing the tears in your eyes breaks him. Hearing you crying so hard in the room by yourself already hurt him.

Normally he would have rushed to the room to see why you were crying. But he was trying to give you the silent treatment.

You cover your face as tears pool over now, soft cries filling the room, he immediately pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back and whispering to you.

“It’s okay..it’s okay sweet boy.” He says softly, trying to push away any other emotions or thoughts in him right now.

You cry into his chest, and he lefts you. Rubbing your back and running his hand through your soft short hair.

You’ve calmed down a bit and your once heavy breathing is now soft, your once wide open teary eyes closed, your once parted lips letting soft cries come out now closed, you’ve fallen asleep on his chest.

He looks down at you and slowly lays you down on the bed and crawls in next to you, pulling you close to his chest and pulling the blankets over the both of you.

The Grabber slowly falling asleep with you, one of his arms around your waist and his other hand pressing your head to his chest gently.

HELP AM SORRY THIS WAS SO SHIT- I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO😭🙏🏻 @charlessuu

[ghost-wysteria]

The Grabber: im going to make this. Really. Hurt.

Y/N: *blankly staring at him*

The Grabber: why arent you scared?! Im about to murder you!

Y/N: I've seen scarier.

The Grabber: whats scarier then being tortured!

Y/N: have you seen a blonde man with anger issues play pinball before? Shits scary bro

[dippindaz]

Could you do an nsfw fic with the grabber x male reader or ftm!reader perhaps? 👀 I’ll forever be in your debt.

A/N: Ok so I'm not the most confident in my abilities to write trans readers (character in general) so I'll be doing grabber x male, I also wanna say I've not done much male on male, I'll do my best but I apologize if it's not that good <3

The Grabber x male reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, oral, anal penetration, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, overstimulation, he kinda just throws you around,

Unedited

It was safe to say your first encounter with the grabber was one like any other. You met, he tricked you, now your stuck down here in his basement forever. Well, it almost like any other. Instead of his usual just a clumsy nice guy but, he had taken a different approach with you.

He had bumped into in the grocery store, at first it was friendly small talk. You had gotten out of the store and on your walk home saw that same man struggling to load groceries into the back of his van, well of course you were going to help him. When you had gotten over the casual friendly small talk just seemed a little more flirtatious to you. Maybe you were crazy. Yeah, that had to be it. ..right?

It was incredibly boring down here. Plan walls, a dirty toilet, old carpets, and a random old phone attached to the wall. Of course, the phone didn’t work, you like many of his victims tried it. After the first day everything was just the same old same old.

Your brain couldn’t handle it. Every time you heard his voice it brought you back to just before he took you. His flirting, the warmth of his body so close to your’s. Thinking about it made you antsy.

You tried to ignore it. Your clothes felt like they were growing tight. You flipped and flopped on the mattress trying to get comfortable. You couldn’t. You began to feel hot, were you sweating? You ripped off your shirt, it felt like it was itching.

Stuck in your thoughts, in your own growing horniness uncomfortableness you hadn’t noticed the door creaking.

You were laying on your side, rubbing your feet together trying to ignore everything. No matter what you tried to think about your brain just made it’s way back to his voice, his build, and oh dear for SOME reason, his mask. There was something about not seeing his face.

You finally opened your eyes. You adjusted your position to be holding yourself up with your elbows. That was when you noticed light creeping into the room. Your wide eyes looked at the door and were met with his. He stood there silently, head tilted.

Your chest heaved, you just sat there watching him. Shame and embarrassment were all you felt now. Even if he didn’t know what you were thinking about, now being met face to face with the man on your fantasies; it felt more... wrong. Wrong in all the ways that made you want it more.

You were getting harder. You feel it, but you refused to look. He could see it too now, but still neither of you moved.

“Well. Isn’t this interesting?” He walked towards you.

You felt small. He towered above you. He could’ve said anything and you would’ve crumbled beneath him.

What he did say, didn’t make you crumble. It made you melt. “Want some help?”

You could hear his smirk. He was smug and you both knew the answer to his question before it was asked. You knew it wasn’t a question. Not because you wanted him, but because he wanted you.

You let out a shakey breath, nodding. Lowly, he chuckled. It was like it was in slow motion. He leaned down and pulled you into your knees by your throat.

You stabilized yourself by grabbing his thighs with your hands. “First, be a good boy. Then, I’ll let you cum.”

Nodding your head, you agreed to his term. Not that it mattered, you were already too far in to try and take it back. You slowly reached up, unbuttoning his pants. You let them drop and then pulled his boxers down. He was only half hard and was still bigger than you thought you could take.

You lightly licked the tip. Then licked again all the way down his shaft. He let out a low growl and grabbed your head. He forced himself into your mouth and slowly began to rock his hips back and forth.

There were tears in the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t have opened your mouth wider if you wanted too. You swirled your tongue around to the best of your ability and hallowed your cheeks. You could feel him touching the back of throat.

Your jaw grew tired, but you could tell he wasn’t near finished with you. His movements were quick but rhythmic and he hardly made a noise.

He slowed his hips and pulled out of your mouth. You slowly closed your mouth and moved your jaw around. When you looked back up at him, the bottom half of his mask was missing.

He picked up his feet and lightly pushed you backwards with his boot. You didn’t fight it, just let yourself slide off your elbows. Now you were laying on the mattress, your feet resting flat with your knees bent.

He pushed your knees apart and crawled over top of you. He’s hands were placed on either side of your head. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours.

He pushed himself up and sat on his knees. “Take off your pants.” He ordered. You swiftly obeyed.

Once your pants and boxers were off, he grabbed your hips and forced you into your stomach.

You picked yourself up onto your knees. He chuckled from behind you. You felt the tip of his cock against your ass and he slowly pushed into you. You whimpered at the stretch. It stung and then burned, he was bigger than anyone else you had been with.

He groaned once he was fully inside you. He sat there for a moment, letting you collect yourself. He slowly rocked in and out of you, moving only a little. You groaned and trembled at the feeling.

He pulled almost completely and then pounded into you. You yelped at the fore. His pace picked up each time you moaned.

It wasn’t long until you were drooling. It trickled out of your mouth and soaked into the mattress below you. Your dick twitched and your back arched when he began to hit your prostate.

He knew what he was doing, he continued to hit that same spot over and over. You twitched again and couldn’t help it when you came.

He wasn’t done yet. You finishing only made him move faster. You cried at the overstimulation. It wasn’t enough for him. He leaned against you and reached his hand around your body. He began stroking you.

You screamed out before biting your hand. More tears flowed from your eyes and he only laughed at your reaction.

It hurt and felt good at the same time. It didn’t take long for you to get hard again and for the next orgasm to build. You bit your hand harder and his thrusts got a little faster.

He groaned and you felt his load inside you. That feeling alone was enough to push you to cum for the second time. He kept stroking you and thrusting into for a few seconds, then slowed.

He pulled out of you. You collapsed into the mattress now that he wasn’t there to hold you up. He calmly laid down beside you, but he chest moving with his breathes betrayed his calm demeanor.

After a moment he turned his head to you and smirked. He pushed himself off the mattress and began getting dressed. “I’ll be back later. You rolled onto your back and quietly watched him, not having enough energy to say anything.

He turned to you before closing the basement door. “Don’t miss me too much.” His tone was teasing.

Now he had no doubt of his effect on you. Now you couldn’t hide it. He shut the door behind himself and you both knew, this wasn’t the last time this would happen.

[jokeringcutio]

Can I request a grabber x f!reader where reader is his new neighbor and maybe Samson gets out to her yard and they meet through that, with some flirting from reader and flustered Al :) ?

Sure you can♡ I love this one. Didn't have much time but managed to wring out a little cute drabble just to upload a little something before I call it a night. Tried to keep it light. If you want some more, have specific needs that need answering, or want some more rated material, please let me know.♡

♡ Neighbor♡

Fandom: Black Phone 2022 Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader Rating: Teen Warnings: None. Note: Someone sent in another neighbor prompt. Hell yeah he has a corruption kink, so that one is definitely gonna come soon. Just like the insomnia prompt. LOVE 'EM ♡

->♡ Neighbor♡ The dog came bounding at you entirely unexpectedly. A pitch-black flurry of movement that was up against your leg within a flash. Tongue out and panting loudly, paws against your hip and then up to your waist. You saw that it was a rather large dog with a big snout and mesmerizing grey eyes.

“Woah-woah there,” you yelped at the totally unexpected meeting. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, but when you saw it was a dog and that he was eager for some attention, you quickly brought your hand to his head, gently petting him.

He didn’t snap at you. Rather, he turned his head, eager for you more. You took the invitation and knelt down alongside him.

“Aren’t you a good boy?” You gently scratched behind his head, then stroked his furry back and watched how the dog closed his eyes in pleasure. He leaned further into your touch. Though he might look like someone’s guard dog, he behaved like an eager puppy. It was sort of cute?

“Samson? Samson!” you heard a rough voice coming from the neighbor’s house. A male, his voice low and husky. “Ah, Samson, there you are.”

The man in question came to stand at the edge of your garden. His eyes darkened when his gaze fell upon the dog. Arms folded in front of his chest. “Samson, you can’t just go attack our new neighbors.”

You looked up at the man, never ceasing petting the dog, Samson. The man’s eyes were as grey as his dog’s. It was the first thing you noticed about your new neighbor. “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you said, smiling up at him.

Your neighbor just stared at you. Grey-blue eyes piercing into you while he stood unmoving. The way the silence stretched while the man observed you made you feel uncomfortable.

“Er, my name is,” here you introduced yourself awkwardly, not certain why your neighbor remained stoically quiet. Didn’t he like it when you were petting his dog? Perhaps that was it.

“I just moved in three days ago. Still have some unboxing to do,” you raised your hands, earning a displeased bark from Samson who wanted to be scratched a little longer. Then you rose and made your way over to the grumpily staring man, his dog swirling between your legs in an attempt to either trip you or focus your attention back on him. You didn’t let Samson win and managed to reach his owner without tripping.

“Nice to meet you,” you said with a smile, hoping it would force some sort of reaction out of your new neighbor.

Finally, his shell cracked and the thin line of pressed lips curled into a smile similar to your own. Ah, so he was alive after all.

“Albert Shaw,” the man said, offering to shake your hand, “but you can call me Al. Pleasure to meet you.”

You didn’t hesitate to grasp his hand in your own. His palm was hot and dry against your own, fingertips grazing slightly as he let go after. You thought you saw something glint in his eyes, like a thought or a revelation. But he did not share it with you. Instead, he kept his pleasant smile and put his hands on his hips. “Hope Samson didn’t cause you too much trouble. He usually isn’t very keen on people. More a guard dog.”

Ah, so you had been right thinking that. You smiled and looked over your shoulder to find Samson sitting by your side, tongue out of his mouth, watching you eagerly. He didn’t look scary like this at all.

Your gaze returned to your neighbor, Al. “No, not at all.”

“Good,” Al said with a smile. Was he relieved? Had he been worried? “Good.” He seemed to contemplate something, and while he did so, you studied him. He was of average height, with wispy chestnut hair that had started to fade into grey, long legs, and small beady eyes. There was a kind smile curling his lips.

His hands looked strong, with veins showing, calloused palms, and sturdy fingers with well-manicured nails. He wore silver bracelets around both of his arms and rings on both hands, which surprised you. They didn’t look like proper wedding bands, so they must be some kind of fancy jewelry. Not the kind of thing you expected a man of his age to wear. And yeah, he looked like an older gent.

He must be tipping his fifties, you thought. With lines of age defining his handsome features. He wore a vest with an embroidered pattern and flared brown pants with black shoes underneath. It suited him.

“So,” he said, suddenly appearing shy. He brought a hand up to his hair, running his fingers through the tresses as if nervous. Yet his pleasant smile never faded, though the corners of his lips seemed to tremble somewhat. Yep, nervous all right. You thought it was actually kind of cute. Perhaps he wasn’t used to talking to new people?

“Would you like to come over for a drink sometime? Tell me more about where you came from and what you’re doing on the outskirts of a town like this?”

His piercing blue eyes sought yours and you felt a hot lick of pleasure on the inside of your tummy. There was something about this man… Something that made your heart throb deep within your stomach. Something that caused an ache between your legs and deep within your soul.

Of course, there was only one answer to this. “I’d love to.”

You saw Al’s eyes light up. Samson baked happily at your feet and finally made his way over to Al again to go and run circles around the man’s legs, as if to say ‘See, she’s coming over!’ You laughed at the sight of the two, both obviously excited and not very good at hiding it.

“Great,” Al said, his sharp canines showing as he parted his lips to run the tip of his tongue past his upper one. There was a light blush on his cheeks. “I’ll er, I’ll go and prepare some, coffee if you want? Or tea? I mean, I have tea. I also have water. Or soda, if you prefer?” It was cute to hear how much he was stumbling, and you let out another short laugh before you voiced your preference, then shook your head with a smile.

“I’ll be coming in a moment, just need to bring these inside,” you picked up the flowers you’d been collecting from your own garden that had previously been owned and kept by an older lady who’d been into gardening. Your intention had been to put them in a vase on display in your own house. But holding them up and seeing their bright colors in front of Al made you change your mind.

“You know what?” you said, suddenly offering the flowers to your neighbor instead. “You keep them,” you waited for him to take your offer, saw how he hesitated and then felt how his fingers brushed against your own as he took them from you. You flashed him a comforting smile, just happy to have found such a kind neighbor, unaware of the feelings growing inside him and the hidden thoughts building inside his mind.

You would definitely be flirting with this man. Seeing him all flustered gave you such a thrill, it would be hard to resist the itch. And what harm could it do?

[myers-meadow]

Meadow's Masterlist for Michael Myers & Thomas Hewitt & The Grabber

My list of works is growing and growing, so I split my masterlist up. Here is the list for the fics I've written for Michael Myers, Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and The Grabber. Created and last updated on 24-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The link to my list for my other masterlist with Otis Driftwood, other horror writing and several other fandoms is here.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Divider by @/firefly-graphics

[creepycassidy]

NSFW Alternate Albert HCs below the cut!!

As always, if anyone wants any more HCs or anything specific, my inbox is open.

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Al isn’t very experienced, but he’s 51, so he knows a thing or two.

If you’re a virgin, he’s simultaneously very excited and very nervous to be your first!

Al is a very, very patient and understanding lover. So, he’ll never push you too far, or make you do anything you don’t like.

Sex with Al is always a lot of fun though, he can never stay too serious. Don’t be afraid to giggle and laugh!!

Al is surprisingly kinky, although he doesn’t look it or act it outside of the bedroom (or wherever else you’re doing it.)

He’ll take you on every surface of every room, besides the basement, if you’ll let him.

His cock is thick as fuck.

Don’t worry though, he preps you well.

Lots of foreplay. Slow, soft kisses. His hands, big and warm and heavy, caressing your thighs and your waist. He’ll run his hands up into your hair to tilt your head back so he can kiss up the column of your throat.

Plays with your nipples too

He’s more than happy to go down on you, Al loves the way you taste and the way you look when you’re hard/leaky/wet for him.

He’s also pretty good with his hands. ;)

Speaking of hands, he’ll tie yours to the headboard, with your kind permission of course.

Very much into praise and gentle dirty talk.

“Thats it. That’s my sweet boy/girl/baby, you’re taking it so well.”

It’s such a pleasant stretch when he’s inside of you, he fills you up so well.

Al likes it when you’re a bit naughty too.

He’ll spank you, then ask that you ride his thigh in nothing but a pair of lacy panties. If you can get off from that alone, then he’ll fuck you.

Pull his hair when you cum, whine, whimper, moan, say his name. Al loves the noises you make and knowing he’s making you feel good.

Missionary!! There’s absolutely nothing wrong with some missionary. Al is a big ol’ romantic, and he loves nothing more than taking you out for dinner on the weekend, maybe renting a movie, and then ending the night by making love to you. He’ll kiss you all over and tell you just how much he loves you.

Aftercare is so, so important to Albert!! You never go without it.

Snuggles for HOURS.

Don’t be afraid to fall asleep curled up against his chest, the sheets can be changed later!!

Once the two of you are finally ready to get up, he’ll run a hot shower/bath and you’ll clean up together. Afterwards, he’ll give you his comfiest sweatpants and t-shirt and warm you up some soup if you’re hungry. He loves you, and wants to be sure you know that.

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Enjoy this? Buy me a coffee! ☕️

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Fluffy Alt Al HCs here!

General Alt Al HCs here!

[aggravatetheaxe]

GRABBER X GN READER PT II

Part I HERE

Another one I didn't go back and edit, it just comes out of my like word vomit.

Reader is heavily implied to be male but it's never clearly stated.

NSFW, minors please DNI. The Grabber is not a you-know-what and I'm not gonna fight about it so save your energy.

music: x

words: 1,514

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***

Things had gotten even more awkward with Al.

Unsurprisingly. It seemed to you like the way he'd spoken to you in the kitchen had shaken you both up. He was normally a friendly guy - too friendly, sometimes too familiar with strangers, trying so hard ... and people noticed after a while. But with you, he had always been reserved. That had been the main reason you'd assumed he hated you. Last night had opened your eyes. Maybe his, too.

He wanted you to stay, even if Max left. Definitely unexpected. But what was his angle? Did he simply enjoy your company as a roommate, or was there something more he wanted?

His hot and cold was confusing, albeit exciting. Exciting enough that you sometimes caught yourself poking him, trying to get him a little irritated so he'd use that voice on you again. Or grab you.

It worked partially. He did get irritated, but he didn't do what you wanted. It only succeeded in driving a wedge between you. He became listless, stressed, agitated - like he was waiting for something that wouldn't come. Reminded you of the university, waiting for the stupid board or TA or whoever was the incompetent jackass of the week to finish their part so you could do yours. Except Al's personality was nowhere near as strong as yours, so he slowly but surely became more sad and insecure.

And he was losing sleep. He made drained pots of coffee like it was his job.

You wondered if you should say something. His connection to reality already seemed so tenuous sometimes; the last thing you wanted was for him to break down completely. Unsustainable. That was a good word. He seemed prone to starting habits that were simply unsustainable.

A week after your encounter in the kitchen, the universe seemed to choose your path for you. Your first couple days at the new job - stocking shelves, but actually, it was a breath of fresh air - had been difficult to get used to, so your sleep patterns weren't much better than his. That particular night, you tossed and turned, then gave up and read, then gave up on that and decided to fetch a hot drink.

You were halfway to the kitchen when you heard the screen of the back door shudder open, and not a moment later, a figure appeared. It moved with purpose, its eyes dark and shiny and not entirely human.

"Fuck!" You jumped and clutched your shirt. "Your mask - you scared the shit out of me, Al."

There was a beat of silence, stillness, before Al ripped the mask off his face. It was as though he was coming up for air, gasping as he took you in. "Sorry! Sorry."

Without thinking, you snatched the thing out of his hands and underhanded it onto a nearby armchair. He was far too surprised by the action to be angry.

"What's the big ... are you okay? You're white as a fuckin' sheet."

"You have a dirty mouth," he rasped lamely, and though his tone was nowhere near commanding, your heart fluttered. He averted his eyes. "I ... thought ... I heard someone outside. I thought, wouldn't the mask frighten them off?"

You glanced down. His clothes and shoes were covered in a layer of clingy dirt. His hands and arms were even dirtier. He was lying to you.

He noticed you looking and hid his hands behind his back.

Lie or not, it was too late to get into it. You sighed. "Why don't you shower and go to sleep, Al? You've been up for too long. Can we just agree upon that? Okay?"

He stared at you. "...Okay..."

And he left.

The guy really did just want to be told what to do, seemed like. Some people didn't care to be masters of their own destiny, you supposed. Or maybe it was more like he didn't know how. Or didn't know it was an option. Whatever the case, at least he'd met someone who'd remind him to take care of himself.

By the time you finished your tea (although it was mostly hot milk, if you were honest), Al had showered, changed into his jammies, and was sitting on the couch. He sat slumped backward, knees spread wide, staring at Max's stupid Grabber pin map with an unreadable expression.

"Max really thinks he's some kinda Columbo," you said, settling onto the couch next to him - not that he'd left much room.

"Mm?" As if roused from a trance, he looked at you, then blinked slowly, nodded, and affirmed, "Mm-mm."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Look at you, you're falling asleep sitting up."

"I'm okayyy..."

"Well, just rest your head a second." Before he could protest, you took one of the lovingly placed throw pillows and put it on your thigh, then patted it. "Here."

Al paused, staring at the pillow rather than you, but eventually, silently, he conceded. He laid his head against the pillow and tucked up his knees, and though he was tense at first, it wasn't long before he relaxed. Before either of you could reconsider your position, he was breathing deep and steady.

You were relieved for him. But at the same time, now you were stuck. You finished your tea, and he still hadn't moved. The sky turned from black to dark blue. Your eyelids got heavier. You told yourself you'd just rest your eyes for a minute, then you'd nudge him to get up and go to his bed.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up. The sun was bright yellow. It must be close to mid-morning.

The two of you were sandwiched together on the couch, with you crammed into the cushions' crevice and Al in the little spoon position. As you shifted, you realized just how uncomfortable this position was, and yet you almost didn't want to move. He was warm and (you could feel through his shirt, the way your arm was slung casually around his middle) you could feel the planes of his chest and stomach. It just reminded you of what he looked like shirtless.

You shifted slightly again, listening to his breathing. Still deep and relaxed. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, then swiped your tongue over it, considering your next move. Carefully, you fingered the hem of his shirt, then let your fingertips brush his bare skin. His pajama pants had slipped down a bit. It took everything in you not to gasp when you touched his hip bone - low, near his thigh - and brushed soft hair.

Al hummed in his sleep and shifted a little. You froze. But your moment of terror was brief, as he settled down again.

Should you keep going? God, his hair smelled so good. He was so warm, and you'd never seen him so peaceful - the little wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead were smoother now. There was something so off about him, and yet, something in you wanted desperately to be with him. You wanted him to want you.

Waking him up with a (gentle) hand job would either be the best thing to happen to both of you, or the worst mistake you ever made.

Your fingertips literally tingled as you eased your fingers further down, daring to comb them through the nest between his legs. But when you felt his telling heat, sensed you were about to touch flesh, you shied away. Maybe now wasn't the right time...

Instead, you sighed heavily. Furrowed your brow in frustration. Watched him sleeping soundly for a few more seconds. Smelled his hair again. Dared to place a kiss on his neck, just below his ear.

He shifted and moaned again, and you swiftly removed your hand from his pants. He was well and truly stirring now - within a few moments, he had turned over and opened his big brown eyes. Sparkly. Why was he so gorgeous?

"You've got long eyelashes like a baby cow," you said, mustering a smirk to hide your vulnerability. Be a creature like no other, Mom had always said of flirting. Well, that wasn't so hard for you. Other humans were soft and easily flustered. Not you. Not you, with the wit and the judgmental percipience.

Not usually.

Al's widened his eyes and sat up quick enough that it hurt your feelings. "Oh! Oh, God, I didn't mean to fall asleep here. I better - " He gestured with some distress but didn't finish his thought, and moved to duck out of the room.

"Wait!" You stood from the couch.

He stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at you with some complicated, sad expression.

The thing was, you had no idea what you actually wanted to say to him. That felt really nice. I want to sleep in bed with you. Tonight, any night. I want to do more than that. I think you'd like it a lot. I kissed you - did you feel it? You would like to?

Why did you lie to me? What are you hiding? Why are you scared? Why is the energy in this house so damn oppressive?

None of that came out. You exhaled with a measure of frustration and mumbled, "Can you ... can you drive me to work?"

***

Part III will come soon!

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[blindedveil]

hi!!

would you mind doing the grabber x male reader where the grabber taunts the reader when theyre first taken because of how scared they are, trying to provoke them?

tysm if you decide to do this!

btw this isnt romantic i completely forgot to specify that is 1000% my bad this was meant to be read platonically

The Grabber taunting you

fem aligned dni

when he takes you you're probably walking back home

he elbows you really fuckin hard in the face while shoving you in the back of the van

you get a concussion + theres blood everywhere from your nosebleed

when he gets back to the house he scolds you for spilling blood all over the van

when he sees how startled you are he most definetely chuckles and says something like "no need to be scared" and smiles under the mask

He approaches you and bends down to your level as you sit on the mattress. Your face is bloodied and your nose spews blood in small spurts, nose swelling as you sniffled a little bit. He pets your hair and carresses your face, tilting it to look at him. He stared at you then yelled, and you let out a yelp(?) he chuckled and walked away, leaving the door open

if you tried to escape he would watch you struggle to open the lock before eventually sneaking up behind you and grabbing you, covering your mouth

"You've been a bad boy, [name]"

he'd strangle you tbh

the end🤗🤗