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deadghosy · 5 months

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JEALOUS HEAD CANNONS PLEASEEEEE

BET, also I’m doing my drafts of people who asked me of tbp. I guess I’m back to writing. I’m just taking it slow.

✦Jealousy✦

Summary: some dude is trying to hit on you while your partner/friend watches

Robin Arellano

(he is definitely the type to look not jealous but is)

Robin definitely is watching from afar seething in envy. It’s cause you are giving him attention more than Robin.

You haven’t glance at robin since you entered school. Robin walked up from behind and wraps his arm around you waist, he grips you waist and you squeaked. You turn to face him to see him glaring at the dude you were talking to with a smile and a vein popping out.

The dude looks scared and walks away. “Robin, what’s up dear?” You ask while tilting your head, blinking owlishly. “Nothing cariño..just tired.” He said with a tight smile.

You sensed something was wrong and just sighed..”alright, if you say so.”

After school you can’t get Robin’s right expression out of your head, you had to press him about it.

After finally pressing him at his house he snapped. “OKAY FINE, maybe I was jealous at that dude staring at my amor like that..but it was reasonable because you didn’t even glance at me once as if I was a ghost Bebé!” He stops to collect himself, he never yells at you so he just relaxed and grabs your hands. You nodded understanding and kissed his hand comforting him.

“I’m sorry Robin….I should’ve known you felt this way..” Robin just nods and lay his head on your shoulder and everything was better for Robin.

Finney Blake

(The anxious type to talk about it but does)

Finney is watching from his team at you talking to Bruce, you were giggling and touching his shoulder as Bruce laughs with you with his natural charming smile.

Finney bites his finger anxiously (I headcannon he bites his finger a lot by being anxious or randomly) later after his game finney was quiet as hell when you were walking him home. He wasn’t talking, looking, or anything.

You noticed and asked him, at first finney didn’t wanna say anything at first, he was just so anxious between asking “are you cheating on me” or “do you love me.” The sweet boy just wants to know but he finally gets the guts to ask you.

“Are you cheating on me..?” Your eyes widen shocked as you stopped walking and look at him crazy. “What the fuck….no..nonono.. Finn…babe..why do you think that?” You say asking. Finn starts to bite his fingers but you pull them from his mouth being serious.

“Finney, I know you know I love you..,okay?” “Then why were you being so friendly with Bruce?” He said anxiously… you just sigh and grab his hands, “Bruce is literally my brother… I’m adopted..we was just making jokes..”

And now finney felt embarrassed because you and Bruce don’t have the same last name. And that situation got cleared quick.

Bruce Yamada

(The type to pull you away from the person)

It was all because of some cocky baseball guy trying to get your number, his enemy team of one of his games.

Bruce was in between smacking him with his bat, or hitting his groin on purpose with the baseball bat when he swings.

Your honest reaction was walking away and Bruce snickered but stopped seeing the dude wasn’t giving up, so Bruce walked up and pushed him aside. Putting his arm around your shoulder and walking with you.

Bruce wouldn’t be the very like confronting type like Vance, but he will surly show he means business.

Vance Hopper

(The confronting type)

Oh, oh THIS MOFO IS CLEAN WITH IT!

You and Vance were literally hanging out in the store like usual with you watching him, some guy starts to flirt with you and at first Vance didn’t hear what the guy was saying until this

“Man I didn’t know Vance had a pretty little thang like you…”

Vance immediately stops playing his pinball game and looks at the guy who is flirting with you. You looked as if you were about to punch him but Vance grabs you with a nonchalant face and looks at the guy in front of him. Vance literally puts that guy to the ground with a smug smirk. “What was that?..say it again to my partner. I fuckin dare you, you will taste the floor for weeks if I see you by them/her/him again..”

After that you teased him about being jealous after the guy ran away, but Vance wasn’t ashamed, “hell yeah I was, he can’t be the only one looking at your beauty..” he then kisses your lips gently as you two get slushes

Billy Showalter

(The overthinking type)

Billy seen you with one of the most charming guys he know…he felt as if you were going to replace him? Was you? He didn’t see you try to for months and 1 year of dating..maybe you are just talking to him for a clas project. Right? Right?

He was definitely overthinking it as he closes his in his room at the memory of you talking to that guy in the neighborhood, maybe you were cheating? You didn’t tell him that you were gonna meet someone. He knows and you know that you can see other friends as he is not the controlling type. But he just felt jealous for some reason. And he can’t put into the fact that guy and you seemed so close…

His thoughts stopped at you knocking on his bedroom door before opening it with a smile. Billy swallowed his thoughts and put on a half ass smile, you got onto that smile quick as your smile faded.

“Yo, you okay?” You asked sitting in his bed where he was laying down. He just nodded but that wasn’t enough as you needed a verbal okay. You narrowed your eyes making it clear you want to know what’s up with him. He sighs spilling the beans and you listened and listened.

You comforted him about his feelings and hugged him, you told him that the kid was asking how to get paper boy job like Billy and Billy felt slight appreciated with an adorable smile.

It was an adorable ending with a sweet treat of you and Billy eating ice cream and watching cartoons

Griffin Stagg

(Feels like he is going to be replaced and not loved again until proved wrong)

With you being his older sibling figure and kinda of a parent figure as well, he actually felt jealous when other kids his age got your attention as he didn’t get most of it at home.

This little gremlin holds your hand with a mean stare but you scold him about that so he does it more secretly 💀

You never thought griffen would ever act this way which is weird to you as griffen wasn’t the type to show that emotion.

You had gotten a call from your class to the principal office only to see griffen with a book and the principal just sighing. Apparently griffin had thrown a kiddie book at some kid that was either talking smack about you or just felt a little leapy and just thrown it.

After griffen got scolded from you and the principal, he finally told you his fears of you leaving him for someone else and him not having someone to care for him like you do.

You comfort him and hug him, you guessed it as because of the amount of homework you got into that you didn’t give griffin much attention. But you did tell him to stop throwing books…it became quite a habit for him to do that.

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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YOUR SO ANNOYING

PAIRING: vance hopper x fem reader

SUMMARY: you get into a fight with your best friend vance hopper, in the heat of the moment he says he hopes you get kidnapped by the grabber. except you do end up getting kidnapped by the grabber.

PART 1 / PART 2

WARNING: asshole vance. he’s rlly mean. kidnapping. the grabber. cuss words obv. slight talk of abuse! vance is an asshole in this!

“ of course i’m gonna do it dumbshit i said i would.” vance mumbles concentrating on the game infront of him, his fingers tapping the pinball machines buttons repeatedly. your standing next to vance to his right. watching the ball in the game go up and down. you turn your head to the side for a second, your lips curve into a smile.

walking to the candy aisle with your hands shoved in the pocket of your jeans. your eyes sparkle looking at the many many bags of candy, you reach for a cherry lolipop. you turn around and start to walk looking down at the lolipop. rotating the lolipop around you read the wrapper ‘ tattoo inside’. “ vance! vance look!” you cheer running to him with your eyes still on the lolipop, all though your looking down you fail to see your shoe laces scattered on the floor running with you.

“ vance-“ you trip over your shoelace hitting the pinball machine, you drop the lolipop falling on your butt. “ vance look what i-“ you look up smiling.

vance is staring daggers at you. he clenches his teeth. balling his hands into a fist. he kicks the game, “ you idiot!” he shouts.

his face is reddening, a vein twitches in his neck, his eyebrows furrow. your eyes bounce between the game and vance. your heart is racing. your eyes are wide. “ i-i didn’t mean too vance-“ he cuts you off, kicking the gum ball machine next to you. you flinch turning your head the other way. “ i didn’t mean too vance i just wanted to show you-“ he crouches down grabbing you by the shirt. he slams you against the fridge full of drinks.

he digs his hand into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out all your change. “ shut up loser.” he lets you go walking back to the game. you stand back on your feet, taking a deep breath in. you follow vance.

vance has always been like this. mean. super duper mean. he’s really easy to piss off. no one really dares to piss him off though, and for anyone who tried to piss him off would end up with a broken noise or a broken wrist. that’s one of the main reasons why vance didn’t have many friends. he only had you and caleb. you before caleb. you and vance grew up together, your houses on opposite blocks. you would often pick him flowers which he would end up stepping on. but that’s when you were 7. you stopped picking him flowers ever since.

if anyone tried to mess with you, vance would pull them into the school bathroom and dunk their head in the school toilets. pulling them by the hair and making them swear to never mess with you again. sometimes he’d scratch them with his pocket knife, threatening to cut off their own tongue. but he never did, your thankful that he’s never done that. otherwise he’d be in jail, then who would be there to hang with you? caleb? eh

——

“ vance can you walk me home?” you ask walking behind vance. caleb starts laughing. “ what are you 5 y/n?” he says grabbing his bike. you pout rolling your eyes, what a douchebag. doesn’t matter. “ yeah y/n your not a little kid.” vance teases shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “ but it’s really dark vance-“ caleb cuts you off.

“ boo!” he shouts, you flinch. you roll your eyes pushing him. “ your not funny asshole!” caleb chuckles, “ whatever i’ll see you idiots tomorrow.” he gets on his bike. “ say hi to your mom for me asshole.” vance whistles watching caleb paddle away, caleb turns around flipping him off. you gently pull vance’s jean jacket, he lets out an exaggerated sigh. clearly ‘annoyed’

“ can you walk me home?” you ask again biting your lower lip. vance crosses his hands, narrowing his eyes. “ you have two working legs dipshit walk home yourself.” he says sharpening his tone towards the end of his sentence. “ yeah but vance- with the whole grabber thing it’s scary i don’t wanna walk home alone.” you pout shifting your weight from one foot to the other. vance throws his head back groaning, “ your so annoying.” he mumbles. “ please vanc-“ he cuts you off.

“ go walk home yourself you useless piece of shit. im not responsible for your safety.” he turns around starting to walk, your eyes widen. you stumble after him. “ vance pleas-“ he turns around.

“ you know what if the grabber actually ends up getting you, thank him for me because your the most annoying person on earth. your always following me around like some fucking dumbass. i’m so sick and tired of you.”

you turn around, all you see is black. there’s no working light posts on your side of town. “ i really do hope the grabber gets you y/n. atleast that way i won’t you on my back all the fucking time!” he kicks the glass door to the grab n go. you look down to your black worn out converse, you nod. “ i’ll see you tomorrow vance.” you mumble turning around.

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it’s dark. too dark. your heart is racing. your sweating. you try to hum to a random song to distract you from the darkness but your little hums are weak. you refuse to look up. scared that if you look up something is gonna appear in-front of you and eat you. if vance could see you right now he’d call you a pussy and weak. probably laugh at you and put you in a headlock. calling you a sore loser and high maintenance. you let out a little giggle at the thought of vance teasing you.

you hear an engine behind you, the light from the what you guess is a car is giving you some light. you continue walking down the street with your hands in your pockets with a slight smile on your face. gosh vance is so funny. your little daydream trance is cut off by a door opening. “ hey little girl! would you mind helping me? my engines seems to be a little rusty and i need someone to hold my tools.” a man says behind you.

you gulp. your eyes widen. ‘ y/n. run.’ your brain is malfunctioning. your heart is racing. your palms are sweaty. “ n-no i-im- i need to go home.” you refuse to turn around, scared that if you do you’ll freeze. “ i just need a little help.” you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around. “ no get away from me!” you scream walking backwards. the man looks around, i’m fear that your screams might’ve alerted some people. he runs to you.

“ help! help somebody help!” you scream running.

he wraps his hands around you picking you up. you thrash back and fourth. he puts a hand over your mouth silencing you, you start to tear up. he drags you towards his van. “ shh shh shh it’s alright.” he mumbles tightening his grip on you, you shake your head tears escaping you eyes. tears rolling down your cheek bones, they land on his hand. the hand that’s covering your mouth. your pulse is rapid. your vision is cloudy. your eyes are weak. he throws you into the back of his van, “ this would’ve gone a lot easier if you had just listened!” he shouts slamming the door close. you close your eyes drifting off.

——

something is bugging vance. he’s on edge. he’s always on edge but it’s different. it’s different this morning. something is missing. someone is missing. “ where’s dipshit?” caleb asks crossing his hands nudging vance. vance pushes him off, “ get off me you cunt.” vance grunts rolling his eyes. “ what’s up your ass today hopper?” caleb chuckles raising an eyebrow, “ piss off asshole.” vance pushes past caleb.

vance looks at the empty seat next to him. ‘it’s her seat’. it’s your seat. and it’s empty. why aren’t you here? why is it so empty? why does he feel empty? why haven’t you annoyed him yet? why aren’t you here annoying him? he shakes his head. he pulls a pocket knife out of his backpack. sliding it across his table. he turns around once again, to your empty seat. rolling his eyes he stabs his table.

“ vancen. vance hopper.” his name is called out. he turns his head around towards the classroom door, his chemistry teacher and two unknown men are standing there staring at him. “ what.” he snaps pulling the knife. “ we need to talk to you son.” one of the men says leaning against the door frame. “ what do you want.” he growls shoving the knife in his pocket. “ it’s about y/n l/n.” the other man says. vance sighs standing up. “ what did that fucker do this time..” he mumbles.

“ how long have you known y/n l/n?” the detective says opening his notepad, vance closes his eyes in annoyance. he leans back against the chair manspreading. “ why the fuck does that matter assholes?” he says crossing his hands eyeing him up and down. “ vance hopper we would appreciate your full cooperation-“ vance groans. “ maybe if you’d tell me what you shit pigs want with me then i’ll give you my full fucking cooperation.”

“ language vance!” the principal shouts.

“ do you happen to know where y/n would go if something was going on at home?” the detective asks writing something down in his notepad, “ how the fuck would i know where that pussy would go?” he throws his head back against the cushions, he stares up into the ceiling. “ y/n l/n is missing.” the other detective blurts out annoyed by vance’s attitude.

vance’s eyes widen. his heart stops. he sits up. “ w-what?” he mumbles. there’s a lump in his throat, he can’t swallow it. “ w-what do you mean she’s missing?” he stutters biting his nails. no no this can’t be. this can’t be. there’s no way. no fucking away. no answer. he stands up, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts.

“ vance-“ his principal attempts to calm him down, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts kicking the glass table infront of him. “ son calm down.” the detective says standing up. “ calm down?! calm down? your telling me to calm down when y/n is fucking missing!” he shouts trying his best to fight back tears. he looks down shaking his head. “ no. no. no.” he whispers running out of the principals office. “ vance! vance hopper!” the principal calls behind him.

“ no no this can’t be happening no.” vance shakes his head. it’s his fault. all his fault. he said. he said he hoped the grabber got you. and he did. he kidnapped you. your gone. your gone. your gone. oh god no no no. y/n. he leans against a locker, “ no no..” he whispers sliding down the locker. he should’ve just walked you home. if he walked you home you’d still be with him. maybe the grabbed would’ve kidnapped you both, that way he would still be able to protect you. it’s his fault. it’s his fault. fuck fuck fuck.

his vision is cloudy. his hands are shaking. his lower lip is trembling. “ vance..” a soft voice calls for him. he slowly looks up. your in-front of him. his eyes widen, tears roll down his face. “ vance.” you whisper softly. you gently caress his cheek. he grabs hold of your hand. “ save me vance.” you whisper tearing up. you start disappearing. “ no! no! y/n! you asshole!” he shouts standing up. “ kid. hey hey kid calm down!” the detective runs up to him grabbing him, “ let go of me! let go of me motherfucker!” vance shouts trying to break free. usually he’d easily break out, but he’s so weak right now. “ y/n! y/n!” he shouts looking at the place you once were caressing his cheek. “ calm down!” the detective shouts in his ear.

“ save me vance.” you whisper in his ear again. he stops fighting back. he looks down at his hands, a cherry lolipop he was gonna give you this morning.

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james-sunshine-potter · 9 months

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Regulus wouldn’t have a photo for any of his contacts in his phone expect for James.

And that’s only because he set up his new phone with James and when it got to transferring his new number into the phone, James took a photo of himself when putting it in.

Regulus hasn’t removed it. People ask why and he says he doesn’t know how. But will actively decline the help when people offer.

Because the reality is that he likes it too much to get rid of it.

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tinfairies · 1 year

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I have a slashers request for them reacting to coming home and sees their s/o waiting for them in bed wearing lingerie? (Thomas, Vincent and Albert Shaw)

Thomas Hewitt

When Tommy opened the door to he and his beloved's bedroom, he was surprised to see the room was dimly lit.

It was still early afternoon, a few hours before dinner. Perhaps his lover was feeling sick. Worry bubbled up inside him.

He closed the door behind him and began removing his mask. His lover must have heard him come in, the door to the bathroom creaked open.

"Close your eyes." they giggled as they spoke. Tommy was confused, but did as they asked. He made his way to sit on the edge of the bed, a small smile spread across his lips as he closed his eyes.

His heartbeat was heavy as he waited, for what, he didn't know. The bathroom door creaks again and he heard their feet pad across the floor.

He lightly jumps as they grip his shoulders, using him as leverage to climb onto his lap. Hands instinctively reach up to help them settle, the fabric of their shirt feels odd beneath his touch.

"Open them." they whisper to him once they've successfully straddled his thighs. Tommy's breath catches in his throat when his lashes flutter open.

His beloved was in a pink lace babydoll negligee. A wide smile on their perfect pink lips. He could feel his whole body heat up.

It took all his strength to not tear their outfit to shreds and fuck them into the mattress. No, he had to take his time and savor this.

Vincent Sinclair

When he had finally emerged from the cave he calls a workshop, it was well past midnight.

Vince expected his beloved to be in bed by that time, yet when he climbed the stairs he saw the light was on in their room.

He entered quietly, just in case they were sleeping. The door clicked shut behind him, and he turned to the bed.

The view that awaited him was nothing short of beautiful. They were lounged on their side, a novel in hand. The tight black lace of their lingerie hugged their body perfectly.

Their eyes flutter up to meet his and Vincent feels a pang of anxiety hit his chest. How long had they been waiting? He wished they would have hinted or something, he feels awful for working so late.

They just smile, and move to get up. Vincent rushes to them, keeping them sat at the edge of the bed. He shakes his head, and signs 'This for me?'

His beloved giggles and reaches for his hands. "Of course silly. Who else?" they bring his knuckles to their lips, kissing the calloused skin.

Vincent is sure he has found an angel to love. Although, the way he's about to defile them will be nothing short of sacrilegious.

Albert Shaw

The sun had nearly set, and Al had just gotten home from closing the store. He was surprised to find the house quiet.

A small drip of worry passed through his body as he walked through the dim living room.

Slowly he made his way to the bedroom, soft light glowed from under the door.

He quietly peered into the room, and a smirk played across his lips as he watched his beloved pull at the red lingerie that adorned their body.

They turned and modeled themselves in the mirror. Their eyes darted to Albert in the reflection of the glass, they nearly jumped out of their skin.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry, this was supposed to be a surprise." they pouted and turned to him. The smirk never faded, and he approached them.

His large hands gripped at their waist as he admired the lace on their skin. "Well hun, consider me surprised."

Albert twisted them, and turned them around as his hands roamed their body. He was inspecting every inch of them, and he liked what he saw.

"Wanna be my good girl tonight?"

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mirrorballshiningjustforyou · 1 year

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Vance Having a Crush On a Quiet Reader

Vance usually hates people like you, quiet, introverted, and he surprised himself.

He tries to tell himself he doesn’t like you

He even misses multiple days of school just so he wouldn’t see you, not in a bad way, he just has such a big crush on you

but then he sees you at school one day and he can’t stop staring.

He stares so much, and sometimes he doesn’t look away when you catch him staring. He gets zoned out just thinking about you.

You’re sure Vance doesn’t like you. Maybe he just has a staring problem. he seems like the type of guy to bully people like you. But you’re wrong. Like, dead wrong.

His friends think that he has a crush on you he does but he doesn’t wanna admit it

They make fun of him for it, he doesn’t have crushes a lot.

I honestly think his friends are the type of people to yell out “Vance likes you” whenever they see you.

Overthinks asking you out a lot.

He’ll legit walk up to you ready to ask you out, and when you face him he’ll run away.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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

Platonic headcanons here we go!!!!

Headcanon/Preference # 29

Picture & gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

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

✨Albert "saves" you~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Hope y'all enjoyed! 🥰

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0tt-3r · 2 years

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Cuddling ft. The Black Phone's characters:

Including: Vance Hopper, Bruce Yamada, Robin Arellano, Finney Blake

Tw: none

Author's note: Hi! English isn't my native language so please be kind if there's any mistakes!! <3

Vance Hopper:

- I think we all agree that Vance isn't a lovey-dovey type of person but listen--

- If he had a rough day, he is the one who will cuddle you just to relax his nerves <3 Like it's one of those hugs when you just don't move for hours-

- He'll hide his face in the crook of your neck because he likes the way you smell 🥲🤌

- Lazy rainy nights cuddling with him in your bed while watching the rain landing on your bedroom's window 💳💥💥

- But if you are the one hugging him out of the blue, he might not appreciate it, especially if you're in public 💀

Bruce Yamada:

- Unlike Vance, Bruce wouldn't mind if you hug him whenever you want!

- Usually he hugs you when he just won a match with his team or after a long day of school <3

- I just feel like he is the type of person to hug you real tight, like he's just so happy to see you that he can't control his strength 💀

- head pats >>>

- When you're cuddling in his bedroom, you're discussing of your day at school or his training, sometimes he'll even share his worries about the next match!

- Tells you how pretty you are while cuddling 🥲

Robin Arellano:

- He's definitely the type of person to rest his chin on top of your head and rub your back slowly when you are cuddling-

- Big protective vibes 😩🤌

- Like Vance, he isn't really into hugging in public, but if you seem to be in a bad mood he'll give you a quick hug and a kiss on your forehead

- When you're cuddling at your house, he lets you play with his hair, braid them, brushing them etc

- His cuddles are not especially tight like Bruce, but he definitely keep you as close as possible <3

Finney Blake:

- The sweetest guy to hug. Trust me.

- When he his hugging you, he'll keep one of his hands on your back and the other on the back of your head, it's kinda reassuring 🥲

- If you're at his house, expect Gwen trying to spy on you when you're cuddling in his bed, she'll tease Finn about it all day, saying how cheesy he looks 💀

- You see the honeymoon hug position?? His hugs are exactly like that <3

- He smile so softly when he hugging you I can't--

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peaceesells · 9 months

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Cuddles 'n kisses

Vance hopper x gn! reader

Warnings:

I literally just came up with this

not proofread

This is basically like my head over heels story but whatever

ooc vance

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You ran your fingers through your boyfriends curly blonde hair, his head rested in your chest. His eyes were closed and you were unsure if he was asleep or not, he looked so peaceful which was unusual for vance.

You smiled softly to yourself when you heard him mumble something tiredly, his eyes still closed. "What'd you say babe?" You hummed quietly, looking down at his sleepy face.

"I'm tired.." He said softly, nuzzling his face into your chest, you moved some of his blonde curls out of his face and kissed his forehead gently.

"You can take a nap if you want vance.."

After a few minutes you felt him relax even further, and he was snoring softly. You kissed his head again, you continued to gently play with his curls as he slept.

He shifted slightly, his blue eyes opening to meet yours. "Y/n.. what are you doing.." He asked, his voice was groggy and you could tell he wasn't fully awake, you giggled softly "what do you mean?"

"I don't know.." He layed his head back down, hiding his face into your neck placing a few soft kisses onto your skin. "I love you y/n.." "I love you too vance.."

#x reader #fanfic #dating headcanons #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #vance hopper

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mandowifey · 1 year

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

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

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

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Fancy You.

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!Reader

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

(This was not proofed.)

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Time crawled to a halt in this place.

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

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

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

'Good girl, m-my good girl.'

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

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

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

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

Maybe...

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

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

"What else?"

You blink and try to focus your attention.

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

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

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

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

#ethan hawke #albert shaw #x reader #albert shaw headcannon #albert shaw headcanon #albert shaw x you #the grabber x you #the grabber headcanon #the grabber headcanons #the black phone #albert shaw x reader #the grabber x reader

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lexix001 · 2 years

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Vance Hopper HC Romantic/PLATONIC

judge his outfit everyday.

him teaching you how to fight since he can't always be there for you if he somehow died. (already did #skill issue) /J

sneak into theater.

"SHUT UP BEFORE I KISS YOU NERD"

"pls don't"

if you don't get into a party that he invited to, he either forced the owner to invite you or don't come to the party.

drive you to school once he have a license.

"you really drive me to school with this old van?"

"get in or leave in'

"its get it or leave it fucking dumbass"

"SHUT UP"

fail in geo class.

"fuck he's saying?"

"funny if you think I'm listening"

if you like to dance he would def record it and black mail it to you.

"STALKER! WHAT IS THIS FAN BEHAVIOR"

also doesn't like to share his food.

you would paint his nail.

"no baby I'm not paying for this bull shit"

Sassy king.

doesn't know how to use chopstick

bully kids on lemonade stand.

modern!VANCE ; when he is gaming he would use you to get things.

"Y/N GIVE ME HIS GUN" "WHY ME?" "BECAUSE YOU'RE A GIRL"

@ahzysauce AS YOU WISH GIRLY

#vance hopper x reader #brady hepner #bruce yamada x reader #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #robin arellano #bruce yamada #tristan pravong #the black phone #incorrect quotes #headcanon the black phone

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viscerax · 2 years

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Hi! I hope you don’t mind me asking this but can I request a oneshot where Robin likes reader and sees someone he doesn’t like flirting with them and his reaction to it? I hope you’re doing well!! 🫶🏾❤️

Jealousy

Robin wasn't really the type to have crushes. Sure, he'd see someone he'd think was handsome or pretty, but he never really pursued it. Everyone was kind of the same to him.

But there was you.

You, this perfect person who seemed to throw a wrench in his whole bad boy persona. You, who threatened to make him slip up someday because he would be to busy thinking of you to win a fight. You, the most perfect, most angelic person he had ever laid eyes on.

But you were his friend. And he couldn't risk losing you because of some stupid little crush that made his heart flutter whenever you leaned over him to point out a mistake on his math when you tutored him.

Robin knew having feelings for you was something that he couldn't necessarily control. But he secretly still cursed himself whenever he got butterflies just from looking at you.

You were completely oblivious to how Robin felt. You weren't exactly stupid, despite what some might say. You just kind of lived in your own world, which Robin imagined was filled with unicorns and rainbows and cupcakes.

Anytime Robin had managed to build up the confidence to say anything to you, something always seemed to be in the way. Whether it be parents in the living room while the two of you sat at your kitchen table and did homework together, or friends surrounding you, making him to nervous to just waltz up and confess his love, something always stopped him.

He thought today would be different. Standing at your lockers, which were only separated by two lockers that were unoccupied, Robin was just about to come up to you and "cooly" spill all his feelings for you right there.

Until someone else walked up. Some kid who he couldn't remember the name of, but he certainly remembered pounding his face into the ground.

Robin wasn't sure what was happening at first. He couldn't exactly hear what the kid was saying, but that didn't matter when he saw the look on your face. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement.

The situation was made worse when the kid began to tower over you, practically pinning you against your locker.

Everything seemed kind of blurry to Robin. Before he could think rationally, he slammed his locker shut and stomped towards you, shoving the taller kid back and standing between you and him.

"They aren't interested. Can't you see that, dickhead?" Robin shoved the kid with as much force as he could muster, causing him to stumble back.

The kid grumbled and walked away, and Robin immediately felt all the adrenaline leave his body and was filled with embarrassment.

He moved to the side so that he was no longer standing in front of you. He wanted to just up and leave right then, but when he looked and saw you had the widest smile on your face, he stopped himself.

"Thank you, Robin." You chuckled, a light blush brushing across your face.

Robin, desperate to keep his composure simply nodded. "Uh yeah, its whatever. Anyone could see you were uncomfortable. It's what friends are for." Robin hummed, turning back to his locker, and pretending like he was looking for something.

You giggled, and that's when Robin knew you could see through his facade. "Well Robin, I'll see you later. Do you still need help with math tonight?" You leaned against one of the empty lockers, books clutched against your chest.

"Uhm, yeah." He nodded, internally cursing himself for being so socially inept.

You giggled and turned to walk away, but before you could, Robin quickly called out to you, catching your attention and making you turn to face him again. "Uhm, Y/n. Do you want to go and get like milkshakes or something after school. If you want, yknow. And then you can help me with math." He put on a nonchalant attitude, leaning against his locker. But you saw through.

You giggled and nodded. "Sure, Robin. Its a date." You blew him a kiss before turning around and walking to class.

#robin arellano #the black phone #the black phone x reader #black phone edit #finney shaw #vance hopper #headcanon #robin arellano x reader

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deadghosy · 2 years

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➡︎How they would react if you hit them on accident⬅︎

Robin Arellano

This mf probably pretends that you actually hit him bad

“AH MI AMOR-” “I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!”

This mf was behind you at the wrong time. Apparently there was a fly and you turned around for you to smack robin in the face.

He took a step back cause that slap, was a bitch slap.

“OMG IM SO SORRY ROBIN-” “WHAT EVEN WERE YOU DOING BABY?!” “THERE WAS A FLY!”

You apologize to Robin a few times. Than laugh at his face cause he was ‘stopped’ by one little slap to his face

Finney Blake

He starts to cry-

You thought someone was following behind you, so you fought them. Only for it be Finn.

“JESUS FINN WTH WERE YOU CREEPING UP BEHIND ME FOR?!” “I WAS LITERALLY JUST WALKING BEHIND YOU?!” “You should’ve at least said ‘hi’ Finn.”

You left a red mark on his cheek, so you told him in the most comforting way to suck it up.

“Finn baby, it’s a little bitch slap-” “it did not even hurt🙄” “FYM IT DIDNT HURT!?-”

You actually did slap the taste out of his mouth cause now that memory is a daze to him now 😭

Vance Hopper

If you hit him. He hits you 10 times harder.

No questions asked. Hands down.

Then you would have to say to him it was on accident.

Mf looks at you like “are you dead ass? 💀” then he would actually let you hit him fr

Sweeter version: he would ask you why tf did you hit him for and you would say sorry so fast. He only gives you glare and says “don’t let it happen again dipshit.” Like a mean ass cat bro-

Bruce Yamada

Acts like you almost knocked him out like a Karen. Legit gets on the floor rolling as if he pulled a bone or muscle.

“AH I GOT HIT!” “THIS PERSON HIT ME ON PURPOSE!”

He’s a big ass drama queen, we all know it😒

You told this man that you hit him on accident and not on purpose cause he is making a whole ass scene.

And all this mf responds is “Oh, I know.” With a smug look.

That’s when you actually hit him and now he is apologizing to you as you gave me silent treatment.

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