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havocskies · 2 years

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Hi! How you doing? Idk if u write yandere (If u don't feel free to delete this!!) if yes could u write some soft yandere hcs for Vance? Have a nice day!

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OVERPROTECTIVE VANCE HOPPER HEADCANONS

hi hi hello !!! i do not write yandere things but i will write overprotective/protective ! thank you so much for the request !

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vance isn't very good at handling his emotions in general so sometimes he's not exactly sure on how protective he should be , he just knows he wants to protect you

he cares abt you a lot which means nothing's happening to you. like at all

he's the toughest kid at school so most people don't even try

if they do though they're paying for it in the worst ways imaginable

someone says something even slightly rude to you? yea he's gonna make them fear for their life

he tried his best to keep his anger under control especially for you so most of the time he doesn't actually do much. they might get grabbed by the shoulders or thrown a bit but that's the least of what he usually does so it's better than the other option

when they test him however he's SERIOUS

pretty sure brady confirmed him to be a sociopath and that if you mess w him he comes back worse

so yea you're basically safe from pretty much everything

other than being an absolute menace to everyone around that he thinks might cause you an ounce of any kind of harm he's genuinely really sweet towards you

maybe not exactly romantic simply bc he's a little awkward (he doesn't get into many romantic relationships due to his habits of threatening people daily) but it'll be clear he favors you over others

he'll let you wear his jacket every once in a while just bc the happiness it gives you makes him even happier than you are (even if the scowl on his face doesn't show it)

he'd be hesitant to let you wear his choker since his mom made it for him but after a while he'd probably let you wear it while he could make sure it didn't get ruined or anything

anyway back to the protective stuff

he occasionally (often) misjudges when he's actually needed

someone bumped into you in the hall? they're now bumped against the lockers by their shoulders and being yelled at

very awkward conversation afterwards bc he'd try his best to defend his behavior

would make it up to you in some subtle way. might buy you a bag of chips a week later when you've already forgotten abt the whole ordeal

he's not good at apologizing like AT ALL simply bc he just doesn't do it often. the most apologizing he does is to his mom when he's at the police station again

his definition of apologizing after a fight between him and someone he thought was a threat to you would be him buying you something tbh

not many apologies through words

dude is horrible at communicating in general honestly

he would NOT be abusive in the slightest. honestly he'd be the absolute opposite

he looks very intimidating (and he is) but he loves being close to you and sharing moments when no one else is around

he's not too big on pda unless someone is flirting w you

then you get an arm around you and the other person gets a fist to their face

most romantic gesture you'd ever get from him honestly

if you ever had any bullies before you started dating you definitely don't anymore

even if you kept it a secret from him he'd find out somehow one way or another

he'd likely be a little upset w you for not telling him but he wouldn't take it out on you in the slightest

honestly it's all gonna be taken out on the bullies

he's definitely been dragged away by cops a couple of times because he wanted to protect you

even though he's not that good at communication from his side if you ever stated his overprotective behavior bothered you he'd try his best to fix it

of course he'd still let his anger control him every once in a while but most of the time he'd ask you for permission to beat them up before he actually does

vance has a dude hanging from the collar of his shirt and just casually looks to you for permission to knock him out

very satisfied when you say yes

whenever you say no though he huffs in a disappointed matter but drops him n just walks away grumbling

probably abt how you shouldn't let people walk all over you n he could've helped

still not necessarily upset w you though

vance would probably leave in order to calm himself down and take you w him bc you're one of the number 1 people to calm him down, his mom being the only other one

he genuinely just loves you so much

dude cannot stand to see you upset in any way

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misstwisted · 4 days

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you either die a queer coded poet or live long enough to see yourself become a slasher villain

#dead poets society movie #dead poets society #dead poets society 1989 #todd anderson #ethan hawke #The black phone #the black phone 2022 #the black phone memes #The black phone movie #dps #the Black phone memes #Dead poets society memes #Ethan hawke you will always be sexy and immaculate #The fact that they’re played by the same actor will always give me whiplash #I was lmao the entire time making this #I should make this a trend with actors of them playing completely opposite roles

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raspberryjars · 11 months

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i have like zero friends that i can talk to about fanfics or anything and i don’t really talk to any of my mutuals, so if u like marvel, stranger things, horror movies, stuff like that, and u wanna be mutuals or something lmk because i literally have no one to talk to about this stuff😭

#raspberryjars #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #steddie #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #punkflower #miles spiderman #miles morales #moon knight #oscar issac #the marauders #wolfstar #the black phone movie

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rinneycanon · 2 years

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“i miss you robin”

robin didn’t say it back because he knew if he did it would make finney feel down and he wanted him to be at his best to kill the grabber. robin does miss him, more than anything.

#the black phone #the black phone movie #robin arellano #finney blake #rinney #robin x finney #finney x robin #finnblake #rinneycanon

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vancesmainbitch · 2 years

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hi hi hello !!! if you do hcs could you write some w vance x a reader that's VERY good at messing people up mentally ? like the mean girl of sorts. it could be romantic or platonic whatever you want, but basically they're besties n just inseparable n getting on one's bad side means getting on both's bad side which means you're basically done for already. i had this idea a while ago n i love it sm omg ! also the reader could be gender neutral or fem or masc i don't rlly care 😋😋

ahhh yessss I'll try my best and I'm so sorry if they are really bad. I'm writing this while super tired <333

This will be a gn!reader cus then anyone who wants too, can read it :)

•both of you have practically grown up together so you basically have the same personality/ traits

•if there was anyone, and I mean ANYONE who annoyed you in the slightest, they would be in for one hell of a ride.

•not only would they have managed to piss you off, they would then have pissed Vance off and as we all know, that does not end well.

•(this one's a romantic one kinda) when yous are dating and someone that fancies you, even breathes in your direction, Vance is automatically pissed and then you become pissed. So basically both of you are pissed and no one can stop either of you from punching someone

•you will purposefully degrade a bitch till there is nothing left if she even tried to speak a word of affection to Vance

•i kinda feel like if one of yous was beyond pissed the other would sit back and watch a full on fight break out or join in if someone tried to stop it

•if someone even uttered a single bad thing about either of you that person leaves with either; an incredibly bruised ego, a broken arm, a shit ton of people now hating them or, a death wish

• (this one's a platonic one) if someone tried to say that they don't think you and Vance should hang out with eachother, you'd most likely laugh in their face and say something that would make them question their purpose

that's all I can think of for now. Again sorry if this is bad or cringe but I tried.

Have a good day/night <3

#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #finney the black phone #finney blake #finney shaw #robin arellano #gwen blake #bruce yamada #griffin stagg #billy showalter #the black phone vance #the black phone movie #the black phone 2022

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loveipromiseimnotinsane · 2 years

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#i should have seen this coming #yall are so fucking thirsty for this man 😭😭😭#the black phone #the black phone movie #the grabber #ethan hawke #my posts love #this is the only meme template i know how to use lol

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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Bunny and Hat

Pairings: The Grabber x Reader

Summary: Your fun time at the carnival takes an unexpected twist.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 3516

Part three

"Thank you" you said as you received the caramel apple. A sincere, almost childlike smile appeared on your face as you saw the fruit stuck on a wooden stick, covered with red candy that made it shine like a jewel among the yellowish spotlights hanging from the tents.

You longed for the arrival of September because with it came carnival. Almost all of your fond memories came from the walks you took, first with your parents, then with your friends, through the barley field that was used to set up the traveling rides that came to town. Fairground rides with prizes that ranged from the outlandish to the unimaginative, mechanical games that had their own lighting, tents with weird amusements that teenagers would bet each other to enter, and of course, the food and candy stands, like your beloved caramel apples.

"There you are!" Dorothy caught up to you, carrying what looked like a ball of pink fabric in her hands. Next to her was Dean, her brand new boyfriend "We were looking for you...look what Dean won for me" she then showed you that the ball was in fact, a stuffed rabbit in bubblegum pink. The bunny had an almost cartoonish expression, and a red ribbon around its neck.

"Very cute" you nodded just to say something. It was awkward being the third wheel on that outing, so when Dorothy practically dragged you along with her, you averted your gaze so as not to run into her companion's.

"How can you eat that?" protested Dorothy, giving your apple a dirty look "Sugar is very bad for your teeth, my dad always says so."

"Ya, but your dad's a dentist, isn't he? Shouldn't he recommend more sweets to get more patients?"

"Oh, that's awful!" and the girl laughed.

You arrived in front of the flying chairs. Dorothy squealed and hung on Dean's arm, a tendency she had adopted since they became sweethearts in which she pretended to be more innocent and clumsy than she was, because she thought boys liked that sort of thing. You disagreed, but her strategy seemed to work after all, and you told them that you passed on coming up.

"I'm not that into those games" you explained.

"Oh, suit yourself, but you're going to have to go in with us on some game, you hear?" warned Dorothy, handing you her stuffed rabbit "Can you watch it for me, don't get it dirty with candy."

You watched the two lovebirds walk toward the line, content, and you stepped back a bit, the bunny under your arm, to take a bite of your apple. The sensation was always delicious, the hard, sweet caramel shattering, like glass, under the pressure of your teeth (which contrary to what Dorothy said, were quite healthy), only to release the juice of the apple trapped underneath, fresh, a little tart and soft, really soft. You closed your eyes with an expression of immense pleasure, you were no longer a child to celebrate by jumping up and down, but you sighed as the mixture melted in your mouth.

Something caught your attention as you looked around lazily. It was not so obvious, but it was peculiar amidst the tumult of lights, noises and above all, colors. A balloon, but the most unusual balloon you had ever seen, black in color, whose string was almost miraculously stuck between a string of lights. The object moved awkwardly, in the wind, almost invisible against the night sky.

You ended up going for it, black balloons weren't something you saw every day, and when you got close enough, you looked down at your two busy hands, and exhaled a snort of frustration. Not for anything in the world would you let go of your apple, but if you left the rabbit on the ground, Dorothy was going to go nuts. You made an unorthodox decision, biting down on the apple as hard as you could, and then stretched out to reach the balloon, standing on your tiptoes.

You almost screamed when you achieved your goal, and immediately passed the balloon to the hand you were holding the rabbit with to take the apple out of your mouth. You had gotten a smear of caramel on your lips, and were still licking it off when again, Dorothy came up beside you.

"You should have come with us, it was fun and not scary" she added, looking tenderly at Dean "What about that balloon?"

"I found it" you replied simply.

"It looks like from a funeral home... Anyway, come on, let's go, I want to go to the fun house."

"Really? That's for kids" Dean pointed out, but there was no choice and the three of you headed off to where the energetic Dorothy was leading you.

The fun house was the biggest and most eye-catching attraction, if you didn't count the carousel and the Ferris wheel. Its light wood exterior was painted white with scenes of a fairy-tale forest, though the artist had taken pains to make the faces of the fairies and goblins less sweet and more mischievous, Next to the huge sign in letters that looked inflated, the entrance was in the shape of a Chesire cat's face, its mouth veiled with black cloth.

As soon as you entered, the first room was lined with mirrors. You remembered with a certain nostalgia the laughter you had as a child, on your first visits to the fair, when you saw your body comically deformed in the reflection. Dorothy squealed and exaggerated her movements, Dean seemed to force his smile more and more, uninterested in what he considered boring, and they continued on through a small wooden door to which they had added a giant, unevenly striped red and white doorknob. You lingered a little longer, looking at yourself in a mirror that made you blur, like a pointillist painting, the red apple and the black baloon framing your figure.

You went behind the same door as your uninteresting company, and found yourself in a narrow, crooked hallway, across whose walls hung different pictures. You knew that old trick, some of those pictures seemed to follow you with their eyes, and the flickering gas lights made the experience more frightening than amusing. You started walking, and then, you stumbled.

"Fuck!" you blurted, some of the flagstones were loose, so that when you stepped on them, they tilted. You continued on your way, carefully stepping on each slab to make sure you didn't fall into the trap, and inside the enclosure an old song could be heard.

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run run run run run

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run run run run....

At the end of the hallway, two extravagant doors stood waiting, and the wall was positioned so that it formed an angle of about ninety degrees. The doors each possessed a hand from which two signs hung: "One of us always tell the truth," read one, "One of us always lie" read the other, an old riddle that basically, led the traveler down one safe and one, terrible path.

"Let's see..." you reasoned, biting again into your apple "If the one who always tells the truth lies, then the other one tells the truth, but actually lies too..."

The lights flickered brighter, and the song stopped for a moment. You looked back, puzzled, and after a few seconds where everything returned to normal, you focused your attention back on the doors. Power problems were common at the carnival, and almost never lasted more than a couple of minutes.

Then, the lights went out completely, and with it, so did the music. You snorted, and chose almost without thinking the door on the left, popping the apple back in your mouth to open it.

"Run, rabbit..."

This time your jump was one of real fright. You spun on your heels, eyes wide open. Someone had spoken not far from you. The interior was still dark, but you heard nothing else, no footsteps, no voice.

You stood still for several seconds, your eyes struggling to see something in the gloom, maybe, you thought, that was part of the show, maybe even Dorothy and Dean went through the same thing before you, although it hadn't taken you too long to walk after them, so... Yes, surely it was a trick, there was nothing to fear.

Or so you thought until you noticed something moving next to you, and a flash of something small and shiny came close to your face.

With a slight scream, you opened the door on the left, entered almost throwing yourself through it and closed it, using your body to block it. You heard your breath hitching, thinking maybe you were scared for nothing, but you couldn't help it, it had been so sudden....

The lights came back on, and you found yourself in the new room. The furniture, a couple of tables, armchairs, chandeliers, everything was nailed up, so that the floor mimicked the ceiling. There you realized that you had lost the balloon, possibly dropping it when you slipped through the door, but you didn't decide to go for it, it was better to move forward and get away (from what?) as fast as possible, and so you did, thankful that there, the only "trap" were some automated doors that opened on the sides and, on inconspicuous rails, some toy rats were advancing.

Stairs waited at the end, half hidden by the wall, and you began to climb them. The last stretch of the house was always a maze, you knew from experience, sometimes of mirrors, but since this one was on the top floor, it must have been somewhat less elaborate. Upstairs, a ceiling lined with lights imitating a starry sky, and a huge smiling moon pointing to the center of the labyrinth, awaited you next to an entrance flanked by two cardboard trees, where a mechanical owl blinked and, along with the music, a mixture of forest sounds created the atmosphere.

You squinted your eyes, the moon would be your only visible reference to go through the labyrinth, dark walls and just over six feet high, and began to walk. Right, left, right... zigzagging was the safest thing to do in the labyrinths, as your father had told you, because at least that way you were sure to get somewhere. Left. The lights flickered again and you crouched down, uncomfortable. Nothing. You moved forward again. Right. Right again.

You thought you heard voices, there were still more people in the labyrinth. Relieved by that thought, you looked again at the moon, which was a little to your left. Left. Right. Your foot found something soft and you looked down. Your surprise was enormous to see that it was Dorothy's pink bunny.

"How did you end up here, buddy?" you muttered, looking at the stuffed animal's silly, adorable face. You couldn't think of a good reason for your friend to forget something she apparently held dear, unless she'd had an argument with her boyfriend (most likely) or something had led her to drop it, like you did with the balloon (which gave you the creeps).

Hugging the stuffed animal against your chest, you kept walking, but didn't get very far before the lights again went out.

"Goddamnit" you growled, fed up, the moon still emitted a sort of greenish glow, useless for illumination, but the truth was that the whole place was already a bit dark with everything and electricity. You had practically finished your apple, so you stuffed what was left of it in your mouth to grope for the walls and keep walking, the last thing you wanted was to stay there, in that horrible silence.

You had just turned around when you saw someone standing at the end of the new hallway. The lights flickered in a lazy attempt to return, so you got glimpses of the person in front of you: a little taller than you, dressed very plainly, and you guessed from the build that it was a man.

The lights buzzed before coming back, but much dimmer. The man turned around, he was wearing something on his head, a tall hat, apparently, and despite the semi-darkness and remoteness, you felt his eyes on you... and that made you uncomfortable.

"Rabbit..."

It was that voice. It was him.

You ran back, scared, no longer caring where you were going, sure that he was following you because you heard him, heard the loud footsteps behind you. You turned several times, desperate, wanting to scream for help but without enough breath to do so, until you ran into a single wall that marked, almost sadistically, a mocking phrase:

Dead End.

You had reached a closed alley of the labyrinth, because of course, that was precisely what had to happen, it happened in horror movies, and now it was happening to you. But that wasn't a movie, and no one was going to help you. Screaming was not an option, because then he would find you more easily, so you cowered on the floor, with your back against the wall, hugging the stuffed rabbit and trembling like a child.

And then, he appeared. He stopped for a moment in front of the hallway, silent, as if pondering what he was about to do. You looked at him, horrified, paralyzed with fear, and then he began to move forward. You closed your eyes as if by instinct, maybe he was just an attraction worker, put there to make the game more interesting, that would explain him wearing a top hat and whispering such terrifying things, yes, it must be so, God, it must be so....

The man planted himself in front of you, his shadow covering you from the dim light. Against all your wishes, you opened your eyes and looked at him, feeling like crying. He was dressed in black pants and short-sleeved shirt, though underneath, another piece of clothing revealed a high, red, almost proverbial collar. He wore the hat, just as you had already seen, but something else: half of his face was covered by a mask that simulated an eerie smile.

"Did you get lost, little rabbit?"

You swallowed saliva, unable to speak. The man stretched out a hand, and you shrank back.

"Don't touch me," you muttered. The hand remained still in the air, not far from your head.

"I'm not going to hurt you" he expounded. How you wished you believed him, but your instinct said otherwise.

"What were you doing then?" you asked.

The stranger cocked his head to one side, his hair was a bit long, shoulder length.

"You need help" he inquired "I can help you".

"Do you work here?" you shrugged your legs, almost sticking them to your body "What's your name?"

A sort of hollow chuckle was the initial response.

"I'm Fantastic Al" he introduced himself "I'm a part-time magician. I came here during a break, sorry if I scared you back there."

Since you didn't move or say anything else, the man squatted down. You could see his face a little better, at least the uncovered part, he had peculiar eyes, blue and almost friendly. Still...

"And what's your name, bunny?" he asked.

No talking to strangers. It was a basic rule of all life, you thought, so you just went about looking at him, ready to react to any of his moves, even though you had no way to defend yourself.

"I get it" he murmured "Let's see... how about this?" he showed his hands in front of you, wiggling his fingers "Nothing this way, nothing that way... aha!" in an imperceptible gesture, he made a small bouquet of wild flowers appear, "For you, young lady" he crooned, holding it out to you. You looked at the bouquet, then at the man, and very stealthily stretched out your hand to take it.

Your instinct was not wrong. As soon as you took the flowers, his free hand went to your wrist, holding it so tightly that you feared he was going to hurt you. You let go of the bouquet and kicked him, but the blow was useless, and the magician lunged at you, pressing you against the wall, one of his knees between your legs. You opened your mouth to scream but his other hand went to your face, gagging you.

"Don't you dare!" he commanded "Quiet!"

Your gasping breath was the only sound you could utter. Your eyes filled with tears at the horror of the situation, trapped as you were between the man and the wall.

"I'm sorry" he said suddenly, in a kinder voice "I didn't mean to make you cry, forgive me... I'm going to take my hand away, okay, but don't scream, don't scream, please, just-"

You were sure that, if you disobeyed him, he would not hesitate to hurt you, so when he released your face you just pouted, resigned. The magician brought his hand to his mask, and took it off. Now you could see him well, with his nose straight and his lips twisted into a kind of gentle smile.

"See?" he continued "I'm not a bad person, I don't want to hurt you..." his fingers met your cheeks, wiping away your tears "Sorry, really... Don't cry, okay? You don't have to cry, I won't hurt you... you're so pretty..."

"Please let me go" you whispered "I won't say anything, I swear, but..."

The man ducked his head, sorrowful, then, he looked at you again. His voice grew deeper.

"I can't do it."

"Please" you begged again "I don't even know your name, I'm not going to accuse you, I swear."

"I believe you, I believe you...it's just that..." his eyes went down "What a cute little bunny."

You looked down too. On your belly rested, half cocked, the stuffed animal. The man picked it up carefully, looking at it as if it made him curious, and let out a chuckle.

"That's adorable, where did you get it? I'd love one for my tricks, rabbits get really sore when you grab them by the ears, you know?"

"Keep it" you blurted out "But let me go."

"But if it's yours" he repeated, ignoring your plea.

New tears appeared in your eyes.

"What do you want from me?" you sobbed.

His face changed again, serious, indecipherable. He put the little toy aside, carefully.

"I just wanted to look at you" he said at last "You are truly beautiful, really, your face, your hair, your body..."

The lights went out again. You gasped, and that again caused your captor to cover your mouth.

"I told you to shut up!" he growled, angrily. It was amazing how quickly his mood changed. You noticed him glance over his shoulder, nervously, before turning his attention back to you, again, his voice sweetening "Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run run run run run..." he sang in a whisper "Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun..."

He stretched his neck, moving closer to your neck, and you felt the tip of his nose brush against your skin.

"Oh you're pretty, bunny, may I come near?" the man sang and you felt his warm breath on you "Can I hold you and touch your ear?"

The tip of his tongue brushed your earlobe. You struggled to turn your head away, but he still held you and his fingers tightened around your cheeks, holding you still. He placed a brief kiss on your cheek, then another, and another, reaching up to your nose.

"I'd like to..." he murmured, kissing your face again "How I'd like to... May I kiss your lips?" he asked, almost tenderly "May I? They're so pretty, so red... If I kiss you you won't bite me, will you? I wouldn't like that at all-"

Again, he turned his head. You both heard it, new footsteps, and voices asking for some straggler in the game. Hope returned to your heart, but the captor's gaze suddenly seemed to darken.

"Too bad, I wanted to have more time with you" he spat, twisting his lips in such a way that he looked like a dog showing his fangs. He reached out and picked up the stuffed animal from the floor, placing it on your legs "Here you go...just one more thing, but promise me you won't scream, okay?"

Resigned, you nodded. The man removed his hand from your mouth, only to hastily replace it with his own. It was a bold, aggressive kiss that barely lasted a few seconds but left you breathless. With the same haste he pulled away from you, looking into your eyes and licking his lips.

"Caramel apple..." he whispered "I love it."

The man stood up, readjusted his mask and waved a gallant goodbye wearing his hat.

"See ya, bunny."

Before the lantern lights had even approached the hallway, the captor had already disappeared. Two workers found you, cowering on the floor, hugging the pink bunny.

"Are you okay, miss?"

#fanfiction #fanfic #the black phone #the black phone movie #the grabber #the grabber x reader #ethan hawke

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billiennn · 2 years

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Okay so I’ve seen The Black Phone 74 times since it came out, I literally know every single line of dialogue off the top of my head. I’ve read the book and seen a ton of cast interviews, AND I STILL CANT FIGURE OUT WHY YA’LL ARE IN LOVE WITH A LITERAL CHILD MOLESTER AND SERIAL KIDNAPPER/KILLER. HE IS NOT THE SAME TYPE OF FICTIONAL KILLER AS GHOSTFACE OR OTHER “HOT” KILLERS. HE MOLESTED CHILDREN. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YA’LL. Liking Ethan Hawke and thinking he is hot is 100% okay, obviously, thinking he looks attractive in the mask or with his shirt of is also 100% okay, but it’s when you start finding a child rapist hot that it becomes fucked up. You can like fictional killers and fictional kidnappers, I have my fair share of crushes on fictional killers, but you have to draw the line somewhere. And there is a certain point when you learn new information about a character that your allowed to no longer find them attractive.

#the black phone #the black phone movie #finney blake #the grabber #ethan hawke #vance hopper #robin arellano #horror #mason thames #black phone #diary 🦷

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cacuilustra · 1 year

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nuggetqwq · 1 month

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Tried to draw "Matty" from tbp

It's This mf btw

#i cant be the only mf in the function who thinks this guy is silly please someone tell me im not the only one please #tbp #tbp fanart #tbp fandom #tbp movie #tbp matty #the black phone #the black phone movie #the black phone fanart #my art #digital art #digital drawing #:3 #:33 #:33333

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misstwisted · 20 days

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man Todd really went down a dark path ever since Neil died

#The black phone #the black phone 2022 #the black phone movie #dead poets society #dps fandom #dead poets society 1989 #todd anderson #has anybody else made this joke before idk #Still hard to believe Todd and Albert are the same actor like how #Dead poets society movie #albert shaw #the grabber #Dps

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havocskies · 2 years

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hi u can do vance hopper x shy male reader who loves reading horror books and drawing gore horror stuff

THIEF | VANCE HOPPER X MALE READER

ofc i can !! i love this sm actually omg, thank you for requesting !!! as a shy horror nerd and someone who loves drawing this will be so easy to write i think

also i know requests are getting done very slowly it's bc i'm trying to work on all of them n most of them are fics 😭 i have stuff goin on irl too </33 also this is not proofread unfortunately 🫶

TWs: none

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"What are you drawing?"

As a particularly familiar voice greets your ears you look up, your attention stolen away from your sketchbook. It was your boyfriend who was currently hanging out with you. At the moment he seemed to be watching you draw, looming over your shoulder. In any other circumstance this would likely seem intimidating but he was your boyfriend no matter how scary he accidentally was sometimes.

"A killer from this one new horror movie I saw - Texas Chainsaw Massacre I think? It's pretty cool. I'm drawing Nubbins, the weird hitchhiker dude." You explain, the tips of your mouth being pulled into a careful smile. You didn't often talk this much about your drawings but you knew Vance was genuinely curious, even if he had no idea what you were drawing half the time. He liked horror movies but he wasn't an avid fan like you were. Plus you liked books more than movies, and books weren't really Vance's thing.

"Oh, I heard about that I think. I thought you liked books though?" Vance questioned, watching the careful movements of your pencil on paper with interest. His question made you giggle a little which earned you a small glare in return.

"I do, it just seemed interesting. I can still watch movies, y'know. I did draw Carrie earlier today, though. The girl from that one book by Steven King? She was bullied a lot and got pigs blood dumped on her at prom, went absolutely crazy?" You tried your best to explain the book in hopes your boyfriend would understand but he simply stared blankly, his mouth pushed into a frown. You tried your best not to giggle but Vance looked so much less intimidating while he was confused you couldn't help but find it a little cute.

He didn't find it as amusing as you did. Instead he huffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not a nerd like you, I don't read every book that I see." He shot back despite nothing being said in the first place.

"I think you'd actually like reading. If you weren't on that pinball machine all day, I mean. I swear you like it more than me." You joke. This seems to spark some amusement in Vance. He laughs, and you laugh in return. Even so, he's quick to defend himself as always.

"I do not! You might as well love your books more, you stare at them more than you stare at me." He playfully pushes your shoulder which may have been a little too hard but you know he means nothing by it. You decide to drop the subject and turn the page to the drawing of Carrie you had finished before Vance came over. It was the scene where Carrie was dying at the end and Sue found her. You liked that scene a lot, it was nice to know Carrie died knowing Sue didn't hate her.

Vance stares at the drawing, his brows furrowed. "What's going on in it?" Oh. You had forgotten he wasn't aware.

"Carrie, the one dying, is kind of reading Sue's mind before she dies. She finds out Sue didn't actually hate her and didn't know what was going to happen at prom. I just like the scene, I don't know." You shrug, dismissing everything else you'd like to say about the book. While you're practically obsessed with it you know Vance doesn't really care for books at all, so you decide not to bore him about it. To your surprise he inquires more about it, anyway.

"What's the rest of the book about?" He seems genuinely interested, his gaze fixed on the drawing as he stares at every part, every detail. You hesitate for a second before answering briefly.

"This girl, like 17 or 18 I think, is bullied at school for being really sheltered by her mom. She doesn't really know a lot and is just kind of an outcast, I guess." You watch Vance's expression and surprisingly he's still listening, waiting for you to continue. You do. "Anyway, Sue gets Tommy to take her to prom so she can have a good time and live her life like an actual person. Her mom's super religious though so she didn't like it but Carrie went anyway. Another group of people poured pigs blood on her while they were crowned queen and queen."

Vance seemed as though he were in thought for a moment before he quickly fixed his expression. "It sounds okay, I guess." He shrugged and tapped his fingers against his arms. He normally fiddled with his pocket knife but you had recently asked him not to do it around you, it often made you nervous. He was understanding, and you knew he would be. Vance was without a doubt scary but you were his boyfriend, he wasn't going to scare you. Not with any harm, anyway.

Instead Vance had a habit of simply sneaking up on you or showing up behind corners while you were distracted. He still took joy in being an absolute menace, unfortunately. You're taken away from your thoughts as your boyfriend takes your pencil from your hand and more carefully takes your sketchbook. You allow him, you knew he had no malicious intent.

Often times when he took your sketchbook he simply wanted to look through it or occasionally doodle. This time it seemed as though he were trying to copy your drawing of Carrie right beside your own. His lips were pressed together and his brows furrowed as he focused, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly more when he messed up and had to erase his mistake. You weren't sure if he was frustrating himself until he threw the pencil down onto the bed and looked at you with a proud grin.

You take your attention away from Vance and look at his copy of your drawing. A small smile is placed upon your face as you study it. It really wasn't that good, but Vance was proud of it and it certainly was a bit better than it normally was. If your drawing wasn't right there you'd be able to guess it was Carrie. Had he been practicing or something?

"You have some competition, now." Your boyfriend boasted, his arms crossed as he looked down at your sketchbook and then back up to you. You snort, shaking your head a little in disbelief. "Clearly. Stop practicing, i'm supposed to be the artsy one in this relationship, that's my job. Not yours."

Vance let out a laugh at your response. "Maybe I will take your place. Be careful." You rolled your eyes in attempts to show your false lack of approval but the smile plastered onto your expression proved otherwise. You couldn't believe it, before you had dated Vance you would've assumed the most artsy thing he was interested in was carving things with his pocket knife. You were proven wrong, apparently.

Whether it was from an actual new interest in drawing or his competitive nature in general you weren't sure, but you weren't complaining. You were glad he at least had some sort of interest in the things your interested in, even if it was just to try and be better than you at it. An idea popped up into your head, an idea anyone else would get punched for even considering. You were his boyfriend though, so you were pretty much safe.

"I'll just beat your highscore at pinball or something. Doesn't seem that hard." You shrugged, taking a quick glance at Vance's expression. He looked shocked, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes wide. You almost laughed but you managed to bite your tongue. As much as you knew Vance wouldn't actually hurt you you couldn't count on him putting you in a light headlock, which was probably what he was considering right now.

"You wouldn't even get close." Vance's voice got lower, his tone nowhere far away from threatening. Still, the spark of amusement in his eyes is still there. He's only teasing.

"I'm thinking about it. Since we're picking up new hobbies and all." You flip through the pages of your sketchbook to try and seem as though this conversation wasn't interesting you in the slightest. You probably just looked a little dumb.

"You absolutely will not!" Vance quickly moves forward and holds you close in a position where you could barely move. You can't help but laugh, your fists flying backwards in an attempt to get out of your boyfriend's grasp. It comes nowhere near working but you can feel the vibrations of him trying his best to stop himself from laughing, too. It wasn't really working that well.

"Vance Hopper I will break that pinball machine instead!" You cackled, finally landing a hit on Vance. By the way he grunted and seemed to almost stagger a little you could tell you had accidentally hurt him more than you wanted to. Before you could even pause and apologize he was back to teasing as if you hadn't even done anything at all.

"I'll just take your sketchbook, then." Your boyfriend stated in a matter-of-fact tone. You barely even get your words out before he lets go and grabs your sketchbook before you get a chance to. Vance quickly gets off of your bed and you copy his movements, the two of you pausing as you wait for the other to move. You move first, grabbing for your sketchbook only for him to let out a bark of laughter and run out of your room. You want to say something but you decide to save your breath for the chase you knew he was likely going to win.

Vance ran from cops significantly more than you did. You never ran from cops, you didn't have to. This wasn't the first time he had unceremoniously stolen something from you and ran, unfortunately. He seemed to find it entertaining and while you did, too in a sense it didn't always end in you winning. Still, you decide to feed his already overgrown ego and chase him around your house in hopes he won't accidentally break anything in the process.

It doesn't take you long to catch up, once you get downstairs you find him waiting right in the living room. The second he sees you, though, he starts running again and you do, too. You dodge various pieces of furniture, almost knocking one of the chairs in your dining room over. Thankfully Vance is much less clumsy than you and as far as you have seen hasn't come close to breaking anything or knocking anything over.

"Give it!" You demand, your breath overtaking your voice as you struggle to get it back. Vance is struggling too, his chest rising and lowering as he stands with your sketchbook on the other side of the table. Rather than a proper response he gives an out of breath laugh. You know you won't get your stolen property back by simply catching him, that boy has outrun probably half of the police officers in Denver easily.

You try your best to formulate a plan in your head. You could trick him, but you weren't really sure how. Even though he had already failed two grades and was easily going on year three he wasn't an idiot. Whatever you quickly came up with he'd definitely figure out without a doubt. Bribery, maybe. The only thing he cares about his pinball, though, and you weren't that keen on wasting money when you knew he'd give it back eventually.

Even so, you wanted to win. You may be the polar opposite of your boyfriend personality wise but you were equally as competitive. You were going to get that sketchbook back on your own.

"I'll give you money for pinball if you give me my sketchbook." You try your best to hide your growing smirk. Vance raised one singular eyebrow, his breaths becoming more regulated as time goes on. You don't need a verbal response to know he's considering and likely wants you to go on.

"Enough for like - a few games maybe? I know you're short on change right now, you were complaining about it earlier at the Grab n' Go." You knew this because you were the one Vance was complaining to. You often watched him play pinball the same as he often watched you draw.

"Okay, deal." Vance shrugs, stepping forward. You know Vance, and you know he's not just gonna give it to you that easily. You're gonna have to be equally as mean if you want that sketchbook as bad as he does. As soon as he walks close enough you waste no time to tackle him to the ground, catching him off guard and causing both of you to tumble into the ground.

Before Vance has enough time to react you grab your sketchbook from his hands and try your best to get up. Instead he grabs your ankle and pulls you down, crawling forward in attempt to grab your own sketchbook from your hands after you had just taken it back from him. You loved him, but the audacity this boy has sometimes is truly unbelievable. Determined to not let Vance take it again you slide it across the floor, causing your boyfriend to pause and curse under his breath.

You could tell he was beginning to take this seriously. You were too, in a sense. You really wanted to win for once and Vance could tell. The two of you rush forward, your socks sliding on the floor of the dining room as you both try your best to get there first. Without thinking you push Vance's face away to try and give you enough time and stop him a little. It works, and you feel your sketchbook in your hands once again.

You decide to not make the mistake of lingering again and bolt upstairs deciding running outside with Vance chasing you would look a little odd without context. You also didn't feel like getting your socks dirty. Your boyfriend wastes no time chasing after you as you make your ways upstairs, the thumping of two pairs of feet on the stairs probably enough to cause an earthquake if you both tried hard enough.

You make it into your room before Vance does and, knowing exactly what he's gonna try, shove it into one of your drawers right after closing the door on his face. It opens right after you shut the drawer closed, leaving you to stand in your own room empty handed and a little nervous. Your boyfriend looks over your room in a frenzy to try and find your sketchbook and quickly gives up, accepting the sketchbook is gone but not yet accepting you actually won.

A proud grin adorns your face, your whole body shaking with leftover adrenaline from being chased around your own house and being knocked to the ground once or twice. Vance stares at you before huffing and sitting down onto your bed, the mattress shifting with the new weight of your boyfriend. You join him.

"So I don't get the change for pinball?" He asks, his voice full of disappointment that really doesn't match his personality at all. You sigh and roll your eyes ever so slightly, the smallest of smiles appearing as you fished through your pockets for change. As you hand it over to Vance his expression immediately lights up and he affectionately punches you in the shoulder, maybe a little harder than necessary. "Alright, thanks." He laughs, putting the coins into his own pockets. You really got robbed twice.

You snort in response and Vance seems to stare at your small bookshelf, his eyes apparently caught on a specific one. You follow his gaze but can't tell exactly which one he's looking at specifically, there are quite a few.

"Hey, isn't that the book you were talking about?" You narrow your eyes in thought before you finally come across the memory.

"Oh, yeah. Carrie. Why?"

"Can I uh - borrow it or something? I probably won't finish it, I'm not a literal nerd like you, but you seemed to like it so maybe it's not that bad." He shrugged nonchalantly, though his fixed attention on the book broke his 'cool guy' facade. You smirk, standing up and grabbing the book from the shelf.

"Sure, I don't mind. Just give it back at some point, please." You can't help but chuckle, holding the book out towards your boyfriend. He gives an indignant snort in response and takes it from your hands.

"No promises."

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