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bosinclairsgff · 8 months
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Slasher's reacting to their s/o on their period
Yeahhhhh I just felt like writing about it because I am in fact on my period, anywho! Enjoy :)
Includes: Bo Sinclair, Corey Cunningham, Patrick Bateman and The Grabber
Warnings: Mention of kidnap, implied nudity and just some of them being mean..
Bo Sinclair
Bo woke up to you saying his name and shaking him softly. You had just started your period and you had bled through your underwear onto the sheets. At first, he was a little annoyed that it had gotten on the sheets but then he looked at how bad you felt and calmed down.
He would still be an asshole, but he would be a nicer asshole.
I think he would offer taking a shower with you to help wash you off so you would feel better.
If you asked him to buy pads, he would say yes but REALLY complain about it and be a bit pissed off. When he gets to the store and sees how many different types there are he gets STRESSED. He would grab you a random one and hope it's the right one.
If you asked him to buy tampons he would make some weird joke about using them. He would buy them for you though, still annoyed. Again he wouldn't know if there is a right size to get or what. So just be thankful for whatever you get.
Corey Cunningham
Corey had taken you out for a ride and you guys were having so much fun. But when the ride as over and you stood up to get off, he noticed a small blood stain on your pants. You were so embarrassed, but he assured you it was totally fine, that its normal and nothing to be embarrassed about. He gave would give you his jacket to wear around your waist.
He would be so sweet about it and would buy you all the chocolate in the world.
Corey would run you a nice bath then when you got out, he would cuddle and watch your favorite movie.
If you asked him to grab you pads, he would say yes but internally panic. He wouldn't know which brand to buy, or if it had to be a certain size. I think you'd get a text of a picture of the isle asking you to tell him which one to buy. Same thing with tampons.
Patrick Bateman
You were sitting in his bed just talking about your day when you stood up to use the bathroom. Once you got up, he sees blood on your panties and on the sheets. He. Was. Pissed. Patrick would defently yell at you for getting blood on his sheets. He would say something like "don't you know when you're going to start your period? You should be prepared. You have made such a fucking mess".
He would make you take a shower while he changed the sheets. Then he would ask if you even had the things you need.
He would you out and grab you whatever you choose to you and be really mad about it.
When he gets back to the apartment he would toss the pads in the bathroom and not say a word to you for the rest of the night.
The Grabber
He's not used to being around people who have periods so he would be so awkward.
One morning while giving you your breakfast he noticed you weren't eating, and you looked like you were in discomfort. He would ask once wrong and shyly you told him you had started your period. He would freeze. The Grabber hadn't even planned to keep you for this long so now that you had started your period, he had no idea what to do.
He would ask you if you needed anything or if you could just stuff toilet paper in your panties and that would do. When you explained it's better to have pads or tampons, he tried to not cringe while talking about it. This stuff made him so uncomfortable.
The Grabber would tell you he would be back in 30 minutes, and he was going to get you pads. Of course, he had no idea what to buy.
One of the older ladies working their noticed how long he had been standing there staring at all the pads. So, she helped him get what she thought would be best. His face was bright red the whole time talking to her.
Once he gets home, he would go downstairs with a few wet paper towels so you could clean up the best you could. No, he would not give you privacy and would watch you.
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Me when Robin said “my dad didn’t come home. and i’m not coming home either”
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creamymilkk · 2 years
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⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🎒 Different Type Of Love 🎒 .♡
“Come on, come on and take me home. Please stay with me and don't you leave me alone. You drive me wild.”
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༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader
. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.
༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.
× &﹕Summary: You and Vance are head over heels for each other without either of you even realizing it. Until Vance fell. Literally.
×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): First Chapter of my fanfic! This is the playlist for the fanfic, so I do say to listen to the playlist while reading it. There’s some 70’s slang, here are the meanings “Don’t flip your wig! = Don’t be upset.”Casanova = a lady’s man” “foxy mama = a hot looking woman” “Later days = A form of saying ‘Goodbye.’” (proof read by @/alex-whitley-187)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
masterlist | Requests: OPEN | tags: @niniackerman @stevethebabysitterr @ethanhawkestan @kimbleplays @brady-bo0
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The one girl Vance always found very interesting always caught his attention. The blonde curls on his head and the beautiful blue ocean eyes of his made many girls fall in love with him on sight. Then there's his tendency to pick fights with anyone, no matter where or who they are. The way he truly never cared who he was fighting. Everyone knew him. 
With all that, surely he could talk to a girl, right? Nope. He could never talk to you. Sure, he’ll stare at you. In class, in the hallways, in the lunch area, even when walking home. He just… like, loves you. I mean could anyone really blame him? It’s you. There was nothing he didn't love about you. With your beautiful silky smooth hair that shines in the sun, and your beautiful smile that warms everyone's heart. With how your hips swing when you walk, not to mention how sweet and kind you are. You’re perfect in his eyes. In terms of cheesiness, Vance is not the type who would think about these things. He just couldn’t help it, you’re truly his dream girl… but he always thought a girl like you would NEVER like a guy like him. Though… there’s always a small part of him that thought maybe you two had a future together.
You, on the other hand, always see Vance. I mean, everyone in town knew who he was. You already knew that he always gets into fights. You already knew how he has girls drooling all over him. Oddly enough, you never saw him go out with any of them, something that seemed weird to you. I mean he does look like the type that would just go out with a different girl Every. Single. Day. Just like the other girls, you also had a tiny (huge) crush on Vance. I mean how could you not find him at least somewhat attractive? You loved everything about him. Vance and you do live pretty close so you will always see him outside of school. Which for you is such an amazing opportunity to see how handsome he is. If he ever found out that you always look forward to seeing him he’d probably think you were weird. He probably already thinks that you’re a weirdo. I mean you already knew that there’s no way that Vance is the type of guy that would like a girl like you. But a girl can dream.
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1978
Your normal routine was to wake up, eat, go to school and sleep, then do it all over again. Nothing interesting ever really happened to you. I mean sure, you sometimes hang out with your friends, but those times quickly ended almost as soon as the conversation started.
It’s not that you dislike them. No, no, no, that’s far from it. It’s just, you didn’t know how to hold up a ‘normal’ conversation, though they do try to talk to you. They do try, but you kept pushing them. You just have that horrible habit.
But somehow someone did break that habit of yours. Jennifer. She really tried her best to be around you and be close to you.
 She basically became your only friend, one that you somehow didn’t push away. That was one of your many problems. But as of right now, you were getting ready to head off to school. Your mom wasn’t here today, she was off at work. You quickly went outside and started to head off to school, only one thing, or person, can make your day.
That special person was… Vance Hopper. Yes, the guy with the puffy blonde hair. The one with anger issues. I mean, insult him in some way and you were on the ground with a broken nose, broken arm, and covered in blood. Yes, that Vance Hopper. 
That handsome guy. He always walked in the same way, everyday. Which made you so happy! Walking to school? Yeah, that totally sucks ass. Walking to school, BUT stare at a cute guy? That made it all better. 
Since you were just thinking about him, he appeared at the corner of the street right in front of you. You could only see his back and his curly blonde hair bouncing with every step. With his denim blue sleeveless jean jacket, white shirt, tight bright jeans that got wider at the bottom, and brown boots. You always adore how he dresses. 
You arrived at school before you knew it. Then he was off with his own little friend group. You sighed. When you entered the halls there were so many people talking and crowded together, a few random couples making out in-front of their lockers. 
Until you saw your own friends, like you said before you kinda had a habit of pushing away your friends. Well not just your friends, maybe some other people. You just couldn’t help it. They didn’t say anything since they had just given up on talking to you. Until you saw your Jennifer.
“Hey girlfriend! So how was your little walk to school?” She said while wiggling her eyebrows, clearly knowing what she was saying with that. 
“Oh hush, it was boring like usual.” You say while dryly laughing. 
“If you say so.” Jennifer said while closing her locker. “Are you still up for going to the diner?” 
“Sure! After school, right?” You said. 
“Yup, but you’re paying this time. Right now I have a dollar to my name.” She said while laughing.
“Right, Right. I guess it is my turn.” You answered while smiling. 
“It totally sucks, too. I really wanted these cute shoes I was looking at.” she replied with a hint of sadness. 
“Don’t flip your wig!” You rejoiced, smiling at her. 
“Yeah, I guess you're right. Plus, that shows I need to be more careful with my money, '' Jennifer sang, laughing.
Just then the bell rang. 
“I really should get going. If not, Mr. Smith will kill me for being late. Again.” You say with a sigh. 
“Gosh, his class is so boring! Okay, cya.” Jennifer spoke while walking away.
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“Then he said I was late again?! Like sorry Mr.Smith, I just hate your boring class!” You ranted, chewing your lunch. 
“Right?” Jennifer commented while eating her own lunch. “Anyways, you know Jerry right?” 
“Uhh, yeah. The football guy?” 
“Well, guess what?” The girl marveled grinning ear to ear. She placed her fork down and clapped her hands together. 
 “You know I'm bad at guessing.” You said while giggling at her. 
“Yeah, you're right. Okay, so Jerry asked ME OUT!!” She beamed while shaking her hands and giggling. 
“No way! I’m so happy for you!” You chimed. You stopped eating and looked into her eyes that were full of happiness and excitement. You really did feel so happy for her.
 “So… enough about my love life.” She spoke while giggling, a higher pitched sound than before. You knew what she was going to say. When Jennifer does that you knew she was going to say something that you won’t like. “Did you ever try to talk to Vance?” Jennifer asked with a devilish grin on her face.
“Pfft, no! He probably has a girlfriend or is already talking to some girl…” 
“What? No! Vance is too busy with his dumb game. He literally just got into a fight over that game.” Jennifer grumbled, rolling her eyes. 
You already knew about the fight, since basically everyone has been talking about it for the past week. “I know, but every girl in town has a crush on him!” 
“Maybe you can be the lucky one. Hm?” Jennifer said giggling and giving a goofy smile. “Vance, oh Vance! Your hair looks like a poodle and I love it!” She mimicked your voice and put hand to her forehead when she said the last part.
“Oh, hush! Most people have better ears than my mom!” You stated, trying not to laugh at her antics. “Right, sure.” she said, smirk still on her face. 
“Plus, Vance is a Casanova. I mean just look at him!” You say while daydreaming about him. “That’s true but you're a foxy mama.” Jennifer joked while winking at you.
“Oh shut up you!” You said laughing at her comment. “Hey! It’s true.” Jennifer added while smiling brightly at you she was truly the best at making you smile.
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“Later days!” Jennifer spoked as she threw a peace sign at you. “Yeah see you later.” You replied while you were walking out of school. Playing with your hair you couldn’t wait to go with Jennifer to the diner later, though you still need to go and get your money.
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Vance walked quickly to catch up to her just to at least see her. One day you were walking a few blocks in front of him and he saw you playing with her hair. He was taking every little detail about you, the way your hair flew in the wind. 
The way your hips swayed as you walked he really liked the outfit you were wearing today, it just made you look even more beautiful. He kept looking at you with basically hearts in his eyes. 
Not looking at the ground since he was too busy looking at you. He fell on the hard Concrete floor. He grunted while letting out a small ‘fuck’. He saw you turn around looking right at him.
His checks turned into a light pink color. He saw you walking towards him. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ He really wished this wasn't how you were really going to talk. All of his thoughts were quickly stopped, when you offered your hand to help him up. You giggled just a bit. He loved the way you giggled, “Hey, are you okay?” “I was better.” He said his cheeks were still light pink. “What’s your name?” 
“It’s Vance… Vance Hopper.”
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ghostclvb · 2 years
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five kids playing the telephone game from beyond the grave with one living victim to conspire on how to outsmart and blitz attack a freak ass loser in a fugly mask and murder him back ✨✨ together ✨✨ in his own shitty basement where he did the same to them is something that can actually be so personal
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willshipanything-blog · 4 months
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Breaking the Rules- Chapter 21
Penultimate chapter!! (Besides a couple little epilogue things I have planned). Al has just revealed his plan to confess his crimes- how will y/n ever stop this mad scheme?
Full tags, as well as the fic if you prefer, is on AO3 here. As usual, minors please DNI!
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Hope you enjoy lovelies! 💜✌️✨
Chapter 21- The Depths
“Take that mask off.” 
The fire in your voice was low and rumbling, a biting warning that you hardly thought yourself capable of. Your initial reaction at his affixing the mask had been terror, but a scorching fury had lit inside you at the audacity of Al to try this, after all this time. You’d had enough of this. 
Of Al attempting this confession, of him even thinking about throwing everything -throwing you- away after all this time. The warning had little effect and Al, wearing the familiar horns and expressionless face, came closer. 
“I’m serious, Al. Take. It. Off.” 
Another step towards you.
Al remained undeterred, his eerie silence reminiscent of nights spent watching silently as you cried yourself to sleep on the mattress. If he was trying to evoke those memories, it was working. Cruel bastard. You slammed your good hand on the table, but as you used the force as leverage to stand, an agony speared through your arm. Al had reached you, had gripped your hand before you could stand. The tight grip had provoked the still-tender muscles in your dislocated finger and you jolted, an electric current tearing through your bloodstream. A sibilant hiss escaped through your teeth at the pain, which had forced you back onto the chair.
“I’ve got to finish this, Y/N. To pay for my crimes.” 
“That wasn’t you. It was-”
“The Grabber?” he asked, a theatrical air of incredulity heavy in his voice. “Not Albert Shaw? They’re one and the same, sweet. You need to stop pretending those are two different people,” he leaned closer, “It’s all me.”
No. You’d seen the change, that almost physical manifestation of the otherness that enveloped Al like a black shroud of fog in the past. In the past, though. He might be using the same mannerisms and voice, but this was all an act. The mask wasn’t some summoning device; it didn’t automatically call on the Grabber to appear like an evocation of some paranormal being. 
“It’s NOT you, Al,” you hoped the repetition of his name might break the mad spell he was trying to hold himself in, the lie he was telling himself to make all of this seem justified. Did it make it easier to betray you like this if he played such a role? 
“Stop kidding yourself. Look who I am-” here, Al nudged open the wooden box with a knuckle, plucking out an item at random (the blue choker necklace) and shaking it wildly in front of you. “Look at what I’ve done! You want me to tell you how I killed each of them? Why not read that note again, huh? Or I could tell you all the details I didn’t put in that confession.”
You’d already looked away by this point, eyes scrunched closed and head shaking, trying to refute Al’s words by purposefully ignoring them. But you knew them to be at least somewhat true- your shameful averting gaze was in part because you had no retort, no justifiable defense for what he was saying. You felt the tears start at the outer corners of your eyes, tumbling down your cheeks before a much rougher sensation met your skin. 
“Look at me!” Al roared, gripping your face between his thumb and forefinger, the course fingertips digging into your cheeks as he forced you to face him. Your eyes stayed closed. His voice again, softer but infinitely more lethal, spoke:
“Look at me, little bird.”
You opened your lids slowly, discerning those still-blue eyes behind the mask. Heavenly, you might have thought that shade, had they not been sitting beneath literal devil horns. Deep blue, with no trace of that hunger or feral rage that signified the Grabber. Al was angry, perhaps at what he thought to be a hopeless situation, but those emotions were Al’s alone. Not the Grabber’s- no matter how much Al pretended to still house that monster within him. 
“Please take off the mask, Al.” It was more desperate and pleading now, spoken through hiccuped breaths, your tears still tracing downward paths down your face. You knew Al’s hardened resolve had already set like cement; unyielding. He didn’t answer you as he released your face from his grasp, finally letting go of your injured hand too. 
You shook the pain away from your hand, looking up at Al, who stood silently over you. He sighed heavily and rolled his shoulders, as if sloughing off the last remnants of himself. His eyes closed behind the mask, and as he opened them, he spoke. The voice was barely an imitation anymore, any attempts at theatricality and grandeur erased by the hoarseness, that clear distress of his words. 
“You gonna be my good girl one last time?”
You had no time to react before he pounced. 
Quick hands had grabbed and lifted you from your seat before implausibly strong arms wrapped around your body. You’d been so numbed, paralyzed by his cutting words about that fragile dichotomy between Al and the Grabber, that his sudden lunge towards you had blindsided you. 
“Let me GO!” You roared, your legs kicking wildly in front of you, your arms squashed too tightly under his grip to help you wriggle free.
“I- am letting- you go,” Al huffed from behind the mask, his winded breath the only sign of a struggle; his strength seemingly carrying you with ease across the kitchen, towards the wooden door waiting for you in the corner of the room. Once there, his arm had to reach out to twist the doorknob, yet with just one arm around your torso you were hopelessly outmatched. You pried an arm free, desperately clawing behind you, as if the possibility of ripping off that demonic mask might snap Al out of this madness. Your frantic mauling only served to bend your injured finger out of place once more, tearing a howl from you. With the wooden door open, Al’s free hand moved to muffle your groans. 
All too much. The pain shooting through your arm, the tight grip around your body, the suffocating hand stifling your shouts, the dizzying ordeal of being carried back towards that prison you’d spent too long in. And the worst part of all of it: that Al had planned this, wanted- thought he needed this to happen.
It wasn’t the sick perversion of actually wanting a victim in the basement, carrying down your unconscious body like he had done nearly a year ago. It wasn’t the heated passion like he’d shown just a couple of nights ago, where he’d nearly dragged you down those stairs in a sudden burst of fury. This was an entirely different purpose. A kindness, in Al’s eyes- to keep you there one last time, to present you as the Grabber’s unwilling cohabitant. A short stint in those depths, to save you from a lifetime of being with him. 
You felt your body still, felt the damp air, and realization hit. The realization that Al had already kicked open the metal door at the bottom of the stairwell. The realization that you were already in the basement. The physical pain of your injury, along with the growing hopelessness of the situation, meant that you’d not fought hard enough to stop this insanity. Another sickly sensation as you felt your body teetering, discerning that Al was leaning forward, dropping you to the floor, his weight on your back pinning you to the cold stone. Hands retracted, but the weight holding you to the floor only allowed a thin rasp of a breath to plead with Al. You’d always used your words before, unable to match the bestial strength on full display now, so you choked out your plea.
“Al, don’t. Please-”
“Enough.” 
The coldness of that voice from behind was a steel blade in your back. He wrestled your hands behind you, though the pain of your twisted finger paled in comparison to the agonizing realization of what was happening. With both your wrists clasped in one of Al’s, you heard a fumbling and then a staccato rip of duct tape. The noise was enough to spur your body into a fresh convulsion beneath Al. The sudden struggle seemed to catch him off-guard, and he had to pacify you with a forceful grip on the nape of your neck, pushing your cheek into the cold floor. Still reeling, your ragged breaths unable to scream but your last bit of strength still pushing against him, and Al loosened his grip on your neck, only to push down even harder a second later. Your head collided with the floor, a dull thunk followed by a high-pitched buzzing in your ears. It was just hard enough to daze you, and when the buzzsaw in your brain came to a halt, Al had already tied your hands behind your back. 
A more intimate sensation now, as Al held your bounds hands lightly. If it seemed a kind gesture, that fallacy was erased a moment later as he pulled at the ring on your finger. His ring, the gold band he’d given as a promise, was pried from you. Your finger felt suddenly cold, exposed. He’d gifted you the ring as a promise to keep you safe. But what good was that when Al saw himself as the danger? What good was any of it when you were drawn to that danger like a moth to a lethal flame? 
“No more of my broken promises.” In saying that, Al couldn’t see the cruel contradiction that leaving you would be the biggest betrayal of all. Still, if he cared about promises at all, didn’t that show that he was still Al beneath that mask? Maybe there was time to stop this ill-conceived scheme. 
Your body jolted again, this time with a pressure on your arms as Al grabbed them, heaving you across the room. Your bare legs scraped against the grimy floor as you were jostled before Al tossed you onto the mattress a few feet from the floor where he’d wrestled you. The familiar feeling of the damp, worn bed as Al threw you down was a sickening déjà vu. Instinct had you scrabbling back towards the wall, feet slipping on the dirty fabric until your head and hands hit stone behind you. A scene you’d seen dozens of times lay before you- Al standing there, fully masked, looking down at your weak, helpless body on the mattress. Somehow, knowing Al’s intention to give himself in, knowing you’d soon be without him, made this more terrifying than any of the earlier encounters. With the spool of tape still in one hand, Al retrieved something from his back pocket with his other, pulling out his small switchblade. Your pleas, desperate wriggling and heavy tears weren’t enough to stop his advance, and he strode over the mattress, dropping down with his knees astride your thighs, eye level with you. 
“He’s not there, Al. You’re just pretending. Don’t act like the monster we both know is dead.” you croaked.
Blue eyes in the mask’s shadow looked back at you silently. The slight tilt of Al’s head had you wondering whether Al was still embodying those impish mannerisms, or whether he was really considering your statement. 
“It’s who I need to be right now, dove.” His admittance that it was an act was little comfort when his refusal to give up that role was so evident, and you crumpled as he said those words. Perhaps he wanted to console you with a soft touch, but his resolve won out, and he got to work quickly as you cried to an unresponsive audience of one. 
Some of the work was already complete: your bruises from Naughty Girl, taken willingly, would tell a different tale than your twisted game. The handprints still red and visible on your buttocks would be unexplainable as anything other than abuse to those outside of this room. The dirt and grime from your writhing on the basement floor was an extra little touch, more evidence of mistreatment. But Al had other lies to tell, and worked quickly to write the false tale. Your shirt first, Al tearing it at the collar, creating rips with his small blade. When he was done, there was more skin exposed than covered by the remnants of the cotton material. Your underwear next, which he whipped down your legs, discarding to the side. That image would leave no doubt for whoever found you, deducing what vile acts the Grabber inflicted upon you in this room. Hell, you even had his seed inside you from this morning. Who would believe that such an act was consensual, given the state of you now? 
He seemed to think twice about his next move, before slow hands approached with the switchblade. You held your breath as Al drew near, the indecisive knife hovering over your neck, then chest, before Al chose the spots carefully. A couple of skillful nicks on your upper arms and thighs shocked more than hurt, the shallow cuts bursting with small patches of fresh red on your skin. A few fresher wounds that the Grabber had inflicted, giving more credulity to the fabrication that you were still a captive. The cuts barely even hurt. Not compared to everything else.
“Go deeper,” you sobbed as Al made a small incision above your knee, stopping when he heard your words. “If you’re really doing this, I’d rather be dead. Cut deeper.”
“No more killing,” Al said, folding down his knife and retreating it back to his pocket. “You’ll appreciate this one day, dove. You’ll see it was the one good thing I ever did to you.” 
No retort you might muster would be enough to sway him, your mind too jumbled and shocked to form any sort of coherent argument. Your stomach lurched at the inescapable truth; that Al’s confession was coming to fruition, that he was about to lock you down here, and end it all. 
“Shit-” Al had risen, looking towards the metal door before turning to you again. “Sorry dove- I broke the door lock. Can’t have you going anywhere until they find you.” In an instant he was on you, another stretch of duct tape unwinding with a cracking rip before he quickly wound a length of it tightly around your ankles. 
“Al!” you pleaded as he secured your legs, running out of energy, out of ideas. “I won’t be able to stand it, seeing you go to jail. Everything that will follow-”
“You might not see me do any of that,” he explained as you gave a pained, confused look, “If I put up enough of a fight, if I’m a big enough threat, they might just shoot on sight.”
That dizziness returned without a fresh bump to your head, the idea of not just being away from Al, but him not existing at all…. It felt like you had no more cards to play. What else was there to say to persuade him apart from your true feelings?
“Al, don’t do this. I love-” a swift shadow lunged at you. Al’s hands moved to silence the tail end of your admission, one over your mouth and the other cupping the back of your head. He knew the pain of those words, what pain it would cause for him to hear those three words on your lips one final time. 
“NO!” he cried, bringing the masked face close to your own. “You think you love me. After this, you’ll realize you hated me all this time. Then you’ll forget me, and that will be the happy ending you deserve. You don’t need me for your happy ending.” You stilled beneath him, even as the tears dripped over his fingers that covered your mouth. It really was over. 
Through your tear-soaked lashes, you looked up at Al and nodded, showing him you were pacified, and he moved his hand in understanding. 
“If you’re going to say goodbye, do it as Al. Don’t let my last memory of you be of this- this thing that I don’t see you as.”
Al tore the mask away from his face, obeying your final request. His eyes matched yours in their tearful state. 
“Thank you, dove. For not seeing me as the monster.” And then he rushed at you. His lips crashed against yours, harsh and desperate and so full of love and loss. You returned the kiss, straining against your bonds to try and hold him there forever if it meant never leaving. But after a moment, he tore himself away and you released a keening wail. A quick rip of tape and Al covered your mouth, muffling your cries beneath the gag.
He kissed your temple before rising, walking briskly towards the door as if scared he might change his mind about the whole confession. You moaned desperately through the tape as he retreated. One last, lingering look and a final goodbye. 
“I’m sorry, dove. I love you.” 
And with that, the metal door closed. 
If the closing of that metal door felt like a death sentence, it was the least he deserved, Al thought as it shut with a dull clang. But she deserved so much more, so much better. Even from behind the door, he heard the muffled screams of his love. It broke him to know how much she was suffering, even if she’d been through worse at his hands in the past. But the quicker he worked, the sooner she’d be free from her restraints and from the basement. From him, too. 
He strode briskly through the house to the bedroom first. The first scene to set up. From the bedside drawer, he pulled out the handcuffs he’d been chained in just yesterday. One bracelet he looped through a headboard slat, the other left open on the rumpled sheets. The very picture of an unwilling bed partner. From the box in the closet he pulled out a few more things he scattered on the bed; some lengths of rope and some toys they’d played with during the game. Along with some risque underwear he’d bought her as a suggestive gift (also thrown on the bed), it painted a sordid, disgusting picture of the things he’d subjected this innocent girl to over months and months of captivity. Al could already picture the scandalous headlines he’d probably never live to read. 
In the kitchen, Al placed the duct tape and knife from his pockets on the table with the mask he’d thrown on there minutes earlier. The confession, the wooden box and the alternate faces of the mask still sat, waiting to become evidence once Al finally did what was needed. He removed the pink-jeweled ring from his pinky finger- her ring, which he’d taken early in her captivity. First, as a cruel taunt that no one was coming to save her. Then later, as a promise that he’d be the savior she needed. What a hollow promise that turned out to be. Al put the pink morganite ring in the box with the other trophies, the silver band hitting the base of the box with a sad clatter. He put his own gold band inside too, not wanting to mar the ring his little bird had worn for so many months. That ring was an empty promise too, a past relic now. Al didn’t deserve to wear such a thing. It joined the other ring before Al closed the box. 
He collected the photographs of him and his dove from the kitchen fridge and the frames in the living room- a few snapshots that he’d need to dispose of. Over the sink, he held a match to the small polaroid of her and him in an intimate, comfortable lover’s embrace, watching the edges blacken and disintegrate. Wisps of the photo fell into the sink, followed by tears as he watched it burn slowly. 
As the orange flame began to eat away at his image on the polaroid film, Al thought about what was coming, and how he deserved every punishment. But to have gotten her so deep in this web, to give her hope of a future after he took her old life away, only to throw her back into the unknown, was just as callous an act as kidnapping her the first day he set eyes on her. Still, he hoped that one day, she would move on. She might mourn him a little, but in the end they’d be wasted tears. 
The fire had all but erased Al in the image, moving to devour his dove next. It was his greatest magic trick he’d ever performed, Al thought. Though truly, more hypnosis than real magic. What was more incredible- that she’d fallen for him in the first place, or that he was pathetic enough to believe it could last?
The last scraps had burned out, and he scrubbed the sink of any sooty remains to finish his task. Al went to the white phone in the living room, picking it up and carrying it with him to his armchair, the corded wire taut, but just long enough for him to use the phone from his chair. One hand lifted the receiver to his ear, whilst the other hand reached towards the rotary dial.
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myers-meadow · 2 years
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hello, you don't have to write this if you ate uncomfortable. But I was wondering if you might be up for writing a Grabber x reader, where the Grabber knows that the reader is a masochist and the reader denies it completely.
Hop you enjoy this one! You didn't specify whether you'd like smut, but that is what I wrote, since it's my favourite <3
This was great fun 💞😊 Feedback is very welcome, and if you enjoyed this, don't feel shy to reblog :). That helps a lot.
Requests are still open btw :)) Link to my writing masterlist.
Warnings: smut, 18 + content, knife play, blood play, masochism, he's a bit mean.
Divider by @/firefly-graphics.
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He was inside again. It stung with the stretch of him, toes curled until they cramped.
“Ah, be gentle,” you bid him, but he shook his head, eyes crinkled with a laugh behind the mask.
“I don’t think you want me to,” was all he said, before tightening his grip on your shoulder. He always seemed to want more from you, or something you weren’t able to give – but for now, everything was perfect. He drove into you mercilessly, one hand keeping you still, the other dragging the tip of a knife down your chest. Each gasp, whine or moan would change the way it felt against the skin. Perhaps because of the vibrations, perhaps because he just wanted it so – but it was delicious. The sting of it made you clamp down on him, and he hissed as if he was the one in pain. The sound of his voice made you spiral higher. Each shallow breath made your head swim. Everything about him was overwhelming, and each sensation was crystal clear.
He continued, smearing the trickle of blood over your chest, deepening the sting. “You love this, don’t you? You love when I’m rough. You love to hurt for me.”
As soon as you shook your head, you sensed his frown. Instead of responding, he pushed two fingers in your mouth, pushing them past your teeth. They tasted of blood.
“Well,” he said, softly groaning as another clench sent shockwaves through you both, took his fingers out of your mouth, the pressure returned to your shoulder, “if you admit it, I’ll tell you all the things I like about you.”
Your response came a little late for his liking, and he slowed down, lifted the knife and twirled it in his hand. “Or I could just stop, if you’d prefer?”
Of course he knew you’d cave. He knew you needed this as desperately as he did, that the weight of him, the edge of danger all made you dizzy with something akin to love.
Before he stopped completely, you spoke up, voice shrill and out of breath, but it was enough. “I need you, I need you as you are.”
He continued his slow torture of your insides, cocking his head. “Hmm, what do you need, doll?”
Barely more than a whisper, but he heard you. “I need you to hurt me.”
That did it, and he let himself fall onto you, pushing your legs back. “You’re so perfect for me,” he mumbled, the sound echoed through the mask, his breathing loud in your ear, so close, so close. With the knife in hand, he pressed it against the spot you needed him most, slowly moving the handle against the bundle of nerves, your back arching up into him.
“God, no, too much…” and your eyes pressed closed with a sudden and overwhelming explosion of sparks.
He moaned deeply, “my sweetheart, you’re taking it so well. You feel so good.”
His hips stuttered in his own climax, but he stayed inside, letting his weight rest on you, almost suffocatingly, but even that was the best feeling in the world as you slowly regained your breathing. You looked beside you, at the discarded knife, the small bloodstains on the white sheets, and smiled, kissed the side of his mask. He caressed your face and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, before letting himself sink by your side, sweaty, spent, gorgeous. The contentment buzzed through you as you looked at the eyes behind the mask, calm and adoring.
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gnwzero · 9 months
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Those Eyes. prt 3
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part 1 , part 2 of this series ..
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳.. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨!
𝐚/𝐧: 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!
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When you arrived at Robin’s house, you walked to the front door and knocked as Robin opened the door and smiled, grabbing one of the bags you were holding in your hands and walked inside as you walked in behind him. “You scared me for a second, I thought your dad was there or something.” he said to you as you widened your eyes, setting the bag down on the kitchen table. “He was there, I had to get that asshole Vance Hopper to pretend to be my friend so my dad wouldn’t notice me.” you said as Robin furrowed his eyebrows.
“And how did you manage to get that puta to help you?” he said as he pulled out a chocolate bar from the bag and opened it, taking a bite of it. You shrugged as you grabbed a bag of chips and opened it up, eating a few. “I gave him a couple quarters because he ran out of them for his game.” you told him as he laughed a little and nodded. “You’re feeding into his addiction I see.” he said jokingly and you slapped his arm, giggling. “No I’m not, I was trying to save my own ass from my father.” you said to him as you both giggled and went up to his room to watch a movie.
Robin was a lucky kid when it came to his family life. His mom was an angel from heaven practically and his dad was a really hard worker who cared a lot about his family. Robin was one of the only kids you knew who had a television in his room, his dad had given it to him on his birthday last year and he was sooo excited when he told you about it. All he talked about that whole day was how you guys could watch all the horror movies you could dream of in his room now instead of the living room.
When you two got up to his room, you went and sat on his bed with your bag of chips and kicked your shoes off into the floor as you covered your legs up with his comforter. “So what do you wanna watch? Carrie? The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?” he asked as he looked through his movies on his shelf. Of course, he was only listing out his favorite ones, so you shook your head as you ate some more of your chips. “I wanna watch ‘Let’s Scare Jessica To Death’.” you told him as he sighed and threw his head back dramatically. “Ugh why.” he said as he grabbed the movie disk and slid it into his movie player.
You smiled as he came and sat back down next to you and you put the chips in between the both of you. “Because this movie is so much better than your new gore movies, those are just nasty.” you told him as he shook his head and you two began to watch the movie.
About an hour into the movie, his mom came into his room and peeked her head in the door. “Mijo, your friend is here.” she said to him as he nodded and hopped up to go downstairs to get his friend. His mom smiled at you as you smiled back and waved at her. “Hi Mrs. Arellano.” you said to her as she waved back at you and walked into his room to see you. “Hola Amado.” she said as she sat on his bed in front of you and looked at your cheek as she frowned, seeing the light bruise on it from yesterday. “Oh honey.. I’m so sorry about your papa,” she said as she rubbed your cheek lightly, trying not to put any pressure on the bruise. “It’s okay.” you said as you smiled a little, trying to reassure her that it was okay.. even if it wasn’t okay, you weren’t one to open up to people.
“We really should get authorities involved next time Amado, this is getting out of hand.” she said to you as you nodded your head, not wanting to argue with her. “I’ll make sure to tell them next time, if there is a next time.. I’m sure he’s not going to continue doing it.” you told her (lying), as she nodded her head. Robin walked back up the stairs and into his room with Finney as you smiled when you saw him and patted the spot on the bed beside you for him to sit down. “I’ll let you kids have fun now,” Mrs. Arellano said as she stood up from the bed and looked at Robin. “No hagas mucho ruido después de las nueve, tu padre tiene trabajo por la mañana, amor.” she said to him as he nodded his head, sitting down next to you and Finney sat on your other side. “Okay mamá, te amo, duerme bien.” Robin said as Mrs. Arellano smiled and kissed his cheek before walking out of his room and shutting the door to his room.
“I’m happy you could come, I didn’t think you were going to.” you said to Finney as he grabbed a few chips from the bag and smiled, nodding his head. “Yeah, I told my dad it was for a project so he decided to let me come.” he told you as Robin laughed. “Both of you guy’s parents think we’re doing a project right now when we’re actually just watching a horrible horror movie.” Robin said as you slapped his arm, widening your eyes. “This movie is good, you’re just a sucker for blood which I've got to say is a bit abnormal, you’re gonna kill someone one day.” you said to him, jokingly, as he giggled and shoved you. “The only reason I would kill anyone is for you.” he said as Finney faked frowned at him. “Fuck you too.” he said to Robin as all three of you laughed.
For the next few hours, the three of you watched movies and talked, eating all the snacks you had previously bought from the Grab N’ Go earlier in the day. Finney fell asleep next to you as you and Robin continued talking about whatever came to mind. “It’s so weird that your dad didn’t notice you in the store today, it’s shocking honestly.” he told you as you nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m really thankful that he didn’t though. If it wasn’t for Vance today then my ass would’ve been torn as soon as he saw me.” you said to him as he nodded a little, clearly in a more ‘serious’ state than before.
“I’m really sorry that he hit you yesterday Cariño, you didn’t deserve it.” he said to you as you looked down at the sheets of his bed, messing with the wrinkles on them with your fingers tips. Robin was the only person who you ever let your guard down around, and whenever you were in a state like this, he knew that you needed to be comforted. He wrapped his arms around you as you blinked away a few tears and laid your face in his neck. “I just hate him.” you told Robin quietly as he nodded and caressed the back of your head with his hand. “I know Cariño, I know.” he said as he held you in his embrace. After a while of laying with Robin as he hugged you tightly, you fell asleep in his arms as he drifted off to sleep just a few moments later.
The morning after the sleepover, you all three ate breakfast before you left to go home for the day. You wanted to stay and hangout, since it was Saturday and you had nothing else to do, but you knew your dad would be upset if you didn't come home early. When you got home, you walked inside almost silently as you took your shoes off by the door and looked in the living room as you saw you dad sitting on his chair, sound asleep with about three beer bottles on the side table next to him. You sighed in relief when you saw he wasn’t awake, and walked to your room, shutting your door quietly before setting your bookbag down on the floor. You hopped onto your bed and grabbed the book you had been reading, which you got from the library, off your nightstand and started reading chapter after chapter so you would have something to do.
About two hours into reading your book, your dad knocked on your door and walked in as you looked over at him. You were scared of what he was going to say to you, or maybe even what he was going to do to you.. but then again you hadn’t done anything. “When did you get home?” he asked as you shrugged your shoulders. “Not too long ago, like two hours maybe.” you said, trying not to sound scared as he nodded his head. “Well, I need you to go to the Grab N’ Go and pick up my pills, I would but I have a bad headache.” he said as you nodded and shut your book, standing up and putting on your old tennis shoes. “I’ll go.” you told him as he nodded and walked out of your room. “Don’t be too long.” he said as he walked down the hall.
Once you left to go get his pills, you walked to the Grab N’ Go and walked inside once you got there. You saw Vance playing on the pinball machine once you walked in and rolled your eyes, walking to the register to ask for the pills for your dad. Vance must’ve literally had no life, every single time you went to the Grab N’ Go he was there doing the same exact thing. “How can I help you?” the lady behind the counter said as you told her your father’s name and that you were there to get his prescription. She nodded and walked into the back to get his medication as Vance walked over to the counter with a ten dollar bill to exchange for more quarters.
He looked over at you and furrowed his eyebrows some, “How come I always see you here now?” he said as he put the bill on the counter. You looked over at him and shrugged your shoulders, “Well the first time you saw me here it was to run away from those douchebags that you stopped from fighting me, the second time was to get snacks, and this time is to pick up my dad’s medicine because he’s too lazy to come get it himself.” you said to him as the lady walked back to the counter and handed you the bottle of your dad’s pills. You nodded your head as a ‘thank you’ as she took Vance’s ten dollar bill and started counting out the quarters for him out of the cash register.
“Oh, you should’ve told him to get it himself then.” he said as he watched the lady count out the quarters, making sure she was counting them correctly. You nodded your head, watching her count them too. “It wasn’t that big of a deal, if I told him to get them himself I would be a goner.” you told him as the lady handed him the quarters. “Well then you mine as well be a goner, if you can’t stick up for yourself then what’s the point of being here in this stupid town anyways. Fighting is the biggest thing here it feels like.” he said as he counted the quarters in his hands.
You nodded as you watched him count the quarters. “Yeah, well I don't fight, I just bitch at people and piss them off, then Robin fights them for me.” you said proudly, bragging about your best friend. “Well that’s dumb.” Vance said as he looked back at you, “One day you’re gonna need to know how to fight and you’re not going to be able to since your boyfriend fought all your battles for you.”
“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend,” you said to him as you rolled your eyes, “and secondly, I won’t ever need to fight my ‘own battles’ as long as I have Robin, and he’s not going anywhere.” you told him as he scoffed. “Yeah, and that’s why you almost got your ass beat a few days ago. Where was Robin then?” he said. You furrowed your brows at him, “Shut up, I still didn’t get hurt.” “Yeah thanks to me.” he said as he started walking back over to the pinball machine.
You shrugged your arms, beginning to walk out of the store as you heard Vance grunt from the pinball machine and kick it hard. “Piece of shit! Why isn’t it working!?” he yelled as the lady behind the register came over to the machine to look at it. “I don’t know.. we’ll have it looked at soon I guess, I can’t fix it myself.” she said as he deathstared her before walking out of the store. You laughed a little to yourself as you walked out behind him, maybe he would have to do something other than play that game now. He walked around the side of the building and went to the back of the Grab N’ Go as you furrowed your eyebrows, following behind him to see where he was going.
When you got back there, you saw him lean his back against the wall of the building as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and pulled a lighter out of the other pocket, lighting up the cigarette as he inhaled it into his mouth. “What are you doing?” you asked him as he looked over at you with an annoyed look on his face. “Don’t you have anything better to be doing then following a guy behind a Grab N’ Go?” he asked annoyedly. You shrugged your shoulders as you walked over to him, “Don’t you have anything better to be doing then walking behind a Grab N’ Go?” you said to him as you watched him inhale his cigarette again.
“No.” he said as he exhaled the smoke in your direction. “It’s Saturday, I have nothing to do all day.” he said as you nodded and sat on the concrete beside him. “Me neither, so therefore, I can follow whoever I want behind any Grab N’ Go today.” you said as you looked up at him, squinting your eyes at the brightness of the sun. He nodded and sat down next to you, holding the cigarette out in your direction as an offering to you if you wanted to smoke it. You took it from his hand, inhaling it as you blew the smoke out and handed it back to him. “This week has been so long.” you ranted to him as he looked over at you and nodded. “I assumed that it was a long week for you after I saw your bruise yesterday.” he told you as you looked down at the ground, trying to make your bruise less visible.
“There’s no point in hiding it now, I've already seen it.” he said as he hit his cigarette again before putting it out on the ground and stepping on it with his shoe. “It was from me falling off my bike, nothing more.” you said to him as he nodded. “You fell off your bike, yet your knees are completely unscratched and bruised.” he said as he looked at your legs. “And your hands have no cuts on them, if you actually fell off your bike then you would’ve tried to not hit the ground too hard and your hands would’ve gotten beat up.” he said as he looked back at you. You sighed a little as you nodded, knowing you couldn’t convince him it was from a bike crash anymore.
“It’s okay, my dad hits me too.” he told you as you furrowed your brows looking at him. “How did you know that’s what it was?” you asked him. There could’ve been many things other than it being your dad hitting that left the bruise on your face.. how did Vance know it was because of him. “I saw that way you were looking at your dad when he was leaving here yesterday, you looked terrified. I’m assuming that’s the reason why.” he said as you nodded your head. There was no reason to lie to him now. “Yeah, it just sucks. I didn’t want him to get mad at me for being here yesterday, I was supposed to go to Robin’s straight after school.” you said to him as he nodded. “Well screw him, you weren’t doing anything bad, you were just getting snacks.”
You nodded your head and looked at the time on your watch as you widened your eyes a little and hopped up. “I gotta go, he’s gonna kill me if I'm late bringing this home.” you told Vance as he nodded and hopped off the ground too. “Come back here tomorrow if you get the chance and we can smoke back here again.” he said to you, shocking you. Vance Hopper is inviting you to smoke with him? What in the world is going on..
You smiled and nodded your head. “I’ll try my hardest to come.” you said as you waved at him, walking around to the front of the building and walked back to your house. When you got there, you gave your dad his pills and went back into your room, beginning to read your book again before eating dinner and going to sleep.
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𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much for reading! other parts will be posted after this.
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valyrou · 2 years
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We need a part 2 of finney dating hcs ❗️❓😫
OH SO WE ARE BACK AT IT AGAIN HUH
Finney dating Headcanons part 2
Okay so Finney is ok with Pda as long as no one makes fun of the two of you.
Pda would be really cute because if you two held hands together, Finney would grab your hand tight, but gentle as if someone would take you away from him
You and Finney do Movie Nights for sure!!
If you fall asleep in the middle of the movie, he would carefully put a blanket around you and shut off the tv so you could sleep in peace
I feel like he would give you space, rather than staying with you.. but if you fell asleep in his shoulder or with your head on his knee or something, he‘d let you sleep and stay with you
You two could communicate without even saying a word. You would sit across each other from class and while Finney shot you some glances you knew what he was saying immediately. The same goes for you.
If you get hurt because of someone he‘d be livid but calm on the outside. He would take care of you and then let his guard dog Robin out to fuck that mf up who hurt you
You of course will take care of him as well and patch him up if he got beat by some Bully ass.
And if you‘re a really tough person might even throw some punches to anyone that hurts him. Of course only if you are the person for it
If you ran into a glass door or fell off your bike he would still patch you up if needed
You have to be at his baseball games. He feels much more confident when you‘re there
He teaches you baseball 100% and practices with you if you are also up to it
Dating Finney is really amazing and he will give you so many great memories
You never get into fights
He would definitely give you long hugs before saying goodbye, even if you two would see each other the next day
Because you date Finn, you are also very close to his sister
If someone stole your fruit snacks in school he would ask around the class for gummies or alternatives and gift everything he gathered to you
Or he would just share his lunch with you instead
He loves sharing
Finneys Friends Are your Friends. Not that Finney had many but Robin was a great friend too
If you struggle in school, Finney will not only be your boyfriend but also your privat tutor
Can we just agree that he his the sweetest???
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Real First Date//Vance Hopper
Vance Hopper X Fem!reader
Summary: Vance and reader are best friends and he asks to hang out after school, but she thinks he wants it to be something more
Content Warning: swearing, kissing
Word count: 1.6k
A/N: Y'all...I don't know how I ended up writing this, but I actually really like it. Sorry if there's any typos, I wrote this whole thing in like a day (that's a record for me). And I apologize if anything seems out of character, it's really hard to write for Vance since he had like six minutes of screen time, so like 75% is based on head canons. Anyways, this is already too long, so I hope you enjoy the fic!!! Happy belated New Years!!! 🥰
You looked into the mirror, your critical reflection staring back at you. You looked like a mess. You sighed loudly, letting your face fall into your hands.
"My god, why the hell do I care so much?" You complained to yourself. After all, you were just going to hang out with your best friend...it's not like you hadn't done this a million times before.
Right?
No.
For some reason, this time was different. It all started after school. You met up with, Vance, your best friend after class. Although this wasn't unusual, you did this every day. Vance was extra quiet, which concerned you cause he usually never shut his mouth.
You asked him if he was okay. He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.
"Actually, can I ask you something" He huffed.
You said yes, and he proceeded to ask you if you wanted to go rollerskating with him after school.
"I know it's stupid, you don't have to say yes." You remember him saying.
"Of course I'll go, why would I say no?" You replied
"I don't know...I just thought never mind, see ya later." He said before turning to walk the other way.
You spent the whole walk home, and several hours after thinking about how weird the exchange was.
Why was he so nervous? You had never known Vance Hopper to be nervous about anything. It wasn't unusual for you to hang out after school...in fact you did almost every Friday.
Maybe it wasn't just a regular hang out to him, maybe he wanted it to be something more.
You thought about how Vance seemed to have a soft spot for you. Of course the boy had anger issues, he couldn't go a week without getting into a fight, sometimes even with his friends.
But with all the times you had gotten on his nerves, or done something that should make him angry, he had never lost his temper on you.
You used to brush that off as simply a friendship thing. After all, most people don't like to fight with their best friends, but maybe...you weren't just his best friend. You didn't know why but that thought made your heart skip a beat.
You decided to push the thoughts aside as you got ready to leave.
But now you found yourself sitting here, with a knot in your stomach. You looked at the clock next to your bed and realized you had to get going, so you gave your hair one last comb through, put on your shoes, and headed out the door.
The roller rink was within walking distance of your house, as were most places in your small town.
The wind whipped through your hair, making the extra brushing you had done pointless. You sighed in annoyance and continued walking.
When you finally approached the florescent lights of the roller rink you saw Vance waiting near the entrance.
You quickly combed your fingers through your hair, and walked up to him.
"Hey." you said happily.
"Finally, what took so long? I've been waiting here for like twenty minutes." Vance complained, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I think someone needs to learn some patience." You snapped.
"Shut up, asshole." He shoved you slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You mindlessly grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door. The place was crowded, as to be expected, it was a Friday night after all. The music was at full volume, the bass echoing off the walls of the building.
You looked down and realized you were still holding Vance's hand, you shook it off and shoved your hand in your pocket nervously.
You saw Vance side eye you, and he looked almost embarrassed...
"Come on, let's go rent some skates." He said, beginning to walk towards the front desk.
After the two of you paid for your skates you put them on, and made your way over to the rink.
"Is now a bad time to mention that I've never been skating before?" You said nervously, this was something that hadn't crossed your mind until now.
"Seriously?" Vance said, rolling his eyes.
You smiled sheepishly, blushing slightly.
"It's easy, here, I'll show you how." Vance exclaimed as he stepped into the rink. He extended his left hand, and you took it.
As you stepped onto the rink, it felt like you were standing on a giant slippery magnet and your shoes were made of metal.
It was a fight to stay on your feet as you held on to Vance's hand for dear life.
"Oh my god, how the hell do people do this." you complained.
"Well you've gotta stop moving around so much." he said in annoyance, taking his remaining arm and wrapping it around your waist to support you. You felt your heart rate increase as he did this, and you realized this was the first time you had ever been this close to him.
Despite the nervousness you were feeling from the fact that you could barely stand, his presence seemed to calm you.
"Isn't moving around what you're supposed to do?" you shoot back.
"Ugh, shut up and just listen to me." He snapped, tightening his grip on your waist.
you stopped moving, and regained your balance. You took a deep breath and tried to move forward, you rolled a couple feet without error.
"There you go." Vance said letting go of your waist.
You began to feel confident and sped up.
"Do you think I can let go now?" Vance asked as he loosed his grip on your hand.
"Yeah...yeah I think so." You didn't want to admit it, but you would've held his hand longer. Although, not because you needed it for balance.
As he let go you decided to skate ahead of Vance. In overconfidence you decided to turn around so you could face him.
"Hey look I'm-" You started, but you lost balance again and rolled straight into Vance.
He instinctively reached his arms out and caught you, preventing you from falling flat on your face. You gripped his shoulders tightly, as he was the only reason you were standing upright. You looked up and found your face inches from his.
Your face turned red with embarrassment.
"Sorry." You mumbled.
He smiled softly, his icy blue eyes pouring into yours. And for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you.
"Move it, love birds." Some guy yelled at the two of you. You tore your eyes away from Vance's, and realized that you had been totally blocking people's path.
"We are moving, asshole." Vance yelled.
You moved forward and faced the front again, balancing yourself. You grabbed Vance's hand and intertwined your fingers. He looked at you, slightly confused.
"I think I'll need this for a little while longer." you said softly.
The two of you spent the next hour skating and talking, without a care in the world.
When you were done, you put up your skates and headed out the door. The early spring air was perfect, not too warm and not too cold. You took a deep breath and took in your surroundings.
"Wanna take a walk?" Vance asked, running a hand through his messy blonde curls.
"Always." you replied.
You followed him as he walked towards the park. The two of you walked in silence, which was uncommon. The park was pretty much empty due to the time of day. A few dim streetlights illuminated the sidewalk, making it easy to see where you were going.
"Here, do you want to sit down." you suggested as you approached a bench.
He agreed and sat down next to you.
"So..." he began, turning to face you.
"So?" you replied with a smile.
"Listen...there's something I've gotta say." Vance began. He took your hands in both of his, and you hoped he was going to say what you were thinking.
"We've known each other for a long time...and...I...oh my god this is fucking stupid I don't know what I'm doing." He sighed, this was one of the few times you had seen him falter. He always knew what he wanted to say or do, and seeing him be so unsure was a strange experience.
"Vance." you said, removing your hands from his and reaching up to cup his face.
His breath hitched as you made contact, and he looked down at you. There was a moment of silence as you contemplated your next choice of words.
You took that moment to study his every feature. The way his eyes looked at you with pure admiration, the few blonde curls that had fallen over his face, his slightly parted lips.
Well...you thought to yourself, actions do speak louder than words.
You took a leap of faith and connected your lips with his. The kiss was soft and short, but your lips seemed to fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.
When you parted, you couldn't find any words to fill the silence.
"I think you read my mind." Vance chuckled.
"Yeah..I'm good about that, with you at least." You said, looking towards the ground, trying to hide your beet red face.
"Hey." Vance whispered. He brushed his fingers under your chin, and tilted your head up to face him. He softly touched his thumb to your lips before tackling you with a second kiss.
This kiss was harsh, passionate, and just better overall. He placed his hands on opposite sides of your face. You rested your head in his hands, increasing the effect of the kiss.
You broke apart slowly, and continued to lean into him.
"I should be getting home soon." You said reluctantly.
"That's okay, I'll walk you." Vance offered as he stood up.
You rose from your seat and stood next to him. He put an arm around your waist, and the two of you began to walk down the sidewalk.
You couldn't help but smile to yourself, this had been a real date after all.
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staggersz · 7 days
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YALLLLL GUESS WHO POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTER
LMK WHAT YOU THINK IF YOU READ 🫶🏻
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cerebellam · 2 years
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Tag, You’re It - Chapter 2
The Grabber x Female Reader
Summary: The Grabber has you tend to the wound you inflicted on him
Warning(s): UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT. Language, blood/violence, kidnapping, large age gap (reader is 26)
Masterlist: X
A/N: Let me preface this by saying I do NOT condone the acts of The Grabber AT ALL. More details on this rant on the Masterlist. I hope you enjoy!
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Shit. Fuck….FUCK. 
The severity of your situation was finally settling in. Your breaths became ragged and fast and you found yourself beginning to hyperventilate. The tips of your fingers were tingling, numbness fighting to take over your extremities. You looked around your prison wildly, searching for any way out. No, no, no. You needed to get out of here. Get your shit together. How the fuck were you going to get out of this? You attempted a deep breath to calm yourself. You could slowly feel the oxygen return to your limbs.
You eventually rose from the bed, walking over to the only window in the room. It was a few feet above you- way too high for you to reach. You attempted to jump for the ledge anyway, unsuccessful. You even made your way to the black phone next to the bed on the wall, repeatedly pressing the switch hook in an attempt to hear a dial tone. You resentfully looked down, seeing that the phone’s wire was cut. 
“Fucking, damnit.” You breathed, slamming the phone back on the hook.
You decided to try screaming in a last-ditch effort.
“HELP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. For God’s sake, there had to be someone nearby that could hear you. Where even were you? Sure, some neighborhood somewhere...but you could be in another state for all you knew. 
You cried out another call for aid, the sound of your voice reflecting around the small room and off the concrete walls. 
“It’s no use, I’m afraid,” The Grabber’s sighing voice had entered your ears again. You hadn’t even heard him come in. “No one can hear anything down here, I soundproofed this room myself.”
You spun around to face him. “If there’s someone upstairs, they’ll hear me.” 
“No he won’t. Not with the door shut.” 
“He?”
The cerulean eyes behind the emotionless mask watched you carefully. The Grabber cocked his head. 
“When the door’s shut you can’t hear anything from down here. So shout if you want, you won’t bother anyone.”
“Well, I think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t try,” You mumbled, squeezing your fists in frustration. There went that plan.
The masked man gestured down to the tray of medical supplies he carried. He approached the bed, sitting down on the edge and setting the tray down on the floor.
You sighed, returning to your spot on the mattress against the wall. 
You lifted the tray on the other side of you on the mattress, digging through the pile of bandages and dampening the washcloth with the glass bottle of freshly boiled water he had provided.
“If this hurts…please don’t take it out on me,” you murmured, begrudgingly scooting closer to him and lifting the cloth to his neck. You began to wipe the caked blood from his skin. The saturated cloth gave a wet squelch against his epidermis, pink-tinged droplets cascading to his shoulder. You lifted the cloth to reveal a nasty open gash.  You heard him wince and a deep growl rumbled from his chest. You paused a moment, watching him carefully. You didn’t know why you weren’t trying to strangle him with one of the bandages, or pouring alcohol in his face as you made a run for the door. You definitely considered it. His neck was exposed at the moment and at your disposal. But you also considered the fact that timing was everything, and right now, he would surely find a way to overpower you. You needed time to think this through. 
“This is a stupid question, I’m sure,” you started, continuing to cleanse his wound, “but do you have any intentions of letting me go?”
“And just why would I do that, little dove?”
You mentally cringed at the title. You sure were a caged bird.
“Why? What do you want with me?”
He stopped your wiping motions, grabbing your wrist in his large hand and turning to look at you. His blue eyes were intense and unwavering. 
“Don’t you worry about that. Just…play nice and I’ll decide just what to do with you,” he growled. 
“Or you’ll kill me?” Your voice was just above a whisper, your lip trembling.
Silently, he released your wrist and ignored your question. A resounding yes, to you. An answer you already knew.
Then the fucker giggled. This sick fuck. 
You tried your best to pretend you didn’t hear the titter and continued your first aid, finding sterile gauze and a large bandage among your brought supplies. You could feel his side gaze watching you as you worked, 
“What’s your name?” He finally spoke. 
“Why do you care?”
“I usually don’t.”
You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You tried your best not to skip a beat. 
“Margaret,” you swallowed, lying. 
He dug into his pocket and you flinched, prepared for him to whip out a switchblade or something. He held up your plastic name tag between two fingers, ‘Y/N L/N, Registered Nurse’ embossed in white.
Shit. You forgot your uniform was in your duffel bag…which he stole from your car. 
“I don’t like liars, Y/N.” He enunciated your name with a hiss.
“I-I’m sorry-“ you stammered, immediately regretting your decision to lie to your captor. You had messed up now. 
“Why lie to me, little dove? I already have you exactly where I want you.” 
Before you could even blink, his hand quickly snaked its way around your throat, giving it a light squeeze. You gasped in panic, heat rising to your cheeks. He slid his hand up your neck, taking your cheeks in his ringed fingers. He chuckled, a darkness rumbled in his chest. He tsked. “Naughty girl. I think you need a time-out.” His masked face was extremely close to yours. You could hear his heavy ragged breaths. You just stared at him, attempting to not let the fear in your eyes make itself known. 
“Be a doll and wrap this up. I’ll need to be upstairs for a while. Something has come up.”
“What?”
“Never mind, what.”
His grip on you released and your body was practically burning with the urge to just go apeshit on this man, attacking him with everything you had. You wanted to rip that stupid mask off his face, rip further into his neck wound, and make a run for the door.
No. Be smart. Play his stupid game. You had time to think this through...right?
You finished his wound care by placing a sterile dressing over the gash. 
“There. You need to keep it dry, change it tomorrow...clean your hands before you do. Change it sooner if it seeps through.” Or don’t. I don’t care. You held your tongue. 
“Now that’s a good girl,” he hummed approvingly, lightly brushing his fingers against your chin as he stood. You guessed that was your thank you- your thank you for fighting everything in you not to rebel, not to fight back. Good girls didn’t try to attack their kidnapper. Jesus, how long would you play this game?
The Grabber picked up the tray, now littered with bloody bandages and wrappings, and faced the door. 
“Get some rest, Y/N. I’ll be back soon enough.”
You hated the tone in his voice. You wish he didn’t know your name. 
You were left alone again in silence. 
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Chapter 3 
Tags: @strrvnge​, @astroo-babe
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HE WAS THIRTEEN, HE NEEDED HELP WITH HIS MATH HOMEWORK BECAUSE HIS TEACHER TALKED TO FAST, HE WAS GETTING SNACKS FOR HIM AND FINNEY! HE WANTED TO WATCH TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE WITH FINNEY!
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creamymilkk · 2 years
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Hey hey! I loved reading your recent Vance Hopper fic and was hoping you’d write my favorite trope which is grumpy!vance x sunshine!reader?
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⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡.🧺“Awww Vance can be sweet!”🧺 .♡
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༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader
. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and Reader.
༉‧₊˚ -Format: Imagines/headcanons
× &﹕Summary: Grumpy Vance just doesn’t understand why he loves you so much.
×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): new format!! I love the request so much!! Don’t worry my fanfic is coming soon..
masterlist | Requests: OPEN
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- You are just a ball of sunshine, every time something bad happens. You always look like someone good about it.
- No matter how bad the situation was. You always wore a bright smile.
- Everyone knew you since you were in a happy mood. Always kind and easy to talk with.
- Overall your world was made of rainbows and cotton candy clouds.
- While Vance on the other hand, his world was made of anger and dark clouds.
- I mean the whole town knows ‘Vance Hopper’ . He was well known for fighting everyone.
- Though, he will happily beat anyone's ass over pinball.
- Yes, pinball.
- When people saw you two hanging out/going out on dates.
- They couldn’t believe it.
- Vance never understood why you were happy every-time he saw you.
- Literally was like ‘how are they so happy?? And why do I like that???”
- He couldn’t understand why he kept hanging out. Maybe…
- Maybe because of how you smile? How have you always made a difference in his life? How can you make anyone's heart melt?
- Also if anyone talks bad about you he will kick their ass :)
- You could somehow always calm down Vance. Literally if he’s about to get into a fight and if you are there with him.
- You always try to calm him down.
- He couldn’t figure out why.
- Your guys date nights are just so cute:*)
- Just imagine you two going on a movie date and it’s horror.
- Of course Vance picked that.
- And you bring you. You were just holding on to Vance for dear life.
- As right now, you two were on a picnic date
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -
You and Vance were on a date thankfully you were able to pick this time. Since the last time Vance picked a movie date. You thought ‘awww Vance is getting more romantic.’ Oh you were so wrong. Of course he picked a horror movie.
Since you hated horror movies you were getting scared, every-time the murder was on screen… you hated that so called ‘Date night’. But on the bright side! You were with your boyfriend that night. ‘Still a lovely date’ you thought. You picked going on a cute picnic date!
You were laying down the baby pink blanket on the grass. While getting out the food you and Vance packed. Vance was just wandering around the area, you truly loved him. Though you never really understood why he was always so mean to everyone.
I mean everyone needs some kindness in their life! You thought while you were almost done getting everything out. “Hey Vance! Sweetheart, come on and eat.” You said to him with a bright smile. Vance quickly walked to you and sat down right next to you. Smiling just a bit at you. “So how was your day?” He asked you while taking a bite from his sandwich.
“Oh just wonderful!” You said while grinning ear to ear. You were explaining everything from your day until you saw Vance glaring at random people. You sighed still smiling and asked “why do you hate everyone?” You said while smiling sadly.
“Because they're not you.” He said quite quickly all you could do is blush. “Awww Vance can be sweet!” You said while smiling brightly. “Oh shush! I ain’t sweet.” “Yes you are!! Aww”
You said while giggling you could have sworn you heard him chuckling. You sighed “can I kiss you?“ you said looking at the blonde. All he did was nod he was literally lost for words. That’s all you needed.
You went closer to him until you pressed your lips together. You really did love your grumpy boyfriend.
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Breaking the Rules- Complete Chapter Index
Current work in progress on this story. This is a SEQUEL to my previous work, The Rules of the Game. The index of that story can be found here.
Minors DNI please- but everyone else- please enjoy!! ✨💜✨
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Chapter 1- Free Time
Chapter 2- The White Phone
Chapter 3- House Guest(s)
Chapter 4- The Quiet Game
Chapter 5- Into the Woods
Chapter 6- For One Night Only
Chapter 7- Naughty Boy
Chapter 8- Better Halves
Chapter 9- Demons
Chapter 10- The Empty House
Chapter 11- A Little Distraction
Chapter 12- Past Lives
Chapter 13- I Got You, Babe
Chapter 14- Lay It On The Line
Chapter 15- A Little (Self) Distraction
Chapter 16- 7741
Chapter 17- Temper Temper
Chapter 18- Secrets and Lies
Chapter 19- The Second Basement
Chapter 20- The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 21- The Depths
Chapter 22 Hang It Up
Epilogue 1 of 2 Dear Al and Scout
Epilogue 2 of 2 Would It Be a Sin?- coming soon!
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