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Blue Notes (Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Musician Reader) One Shot, PART 2.

Summary: Several weeks had passed since the meeting with that man, and despite not receiving any response from him, you did not expect to find him at the least appropriate time.

Part 1: https://at.tumblr.com/yorukimura/blue-notes-albert-shawthe-grabber-x-musician/u4jj8qv2spfo

I think you might like this:  Little Fighter (Albert Shaw/ The Grabber X Reader) One Shot є(•⌔•)э

Master list MasterList (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

Words: 2265

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Weeks had passed, but unfortunately there was no response. Of course, you had gone to the hardware store the next day in the hope of finding him and talking to him again, however, your attempts had completely failed when you saw the young boy who helped you. that day.

Despite trying to ignore that feeling of curiosity, you couldn't help but wonder if it was a silly mistake to have given him your number, or even if he might have seen you as an easy woman. You try to distract yourself in the best way possible so as not to think about it. From setting up your piano in the living room, to preparing your students' classes in advance. Even so, you can't help but overthink the situation.

Inevitably the day of your admission to Denver High School arrived. Nervous and anxious, you fixed your black skirt and your white shirt. Fortunately, the institute was a few blocks from your house, giving you the advantage of not spending a lot of gasoline in your daily life. Grabbing your house keys and your big bag, heading towards what would be your new job.

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“Good morning”, you said as you entered your class, you had been assigned to coach an eleventh grade high school class. You left your bag on the table, and while you turned to write on the blackboard, the students took their seats in their respective places. “At least they keep it polite” you thought, starting to write your full name on the board.

You put down the chalk and turned your body towards the front, catching a glimpse of an assortment of pubescent teenagers. "I'm Ms. (last name)", your hands were positioned behind your back, and you slowly began to walk between the desks in the classroom.

"I will be your modern and professional music teacher for a while," you spoke once again filling the silence in the large classroom, your eyes looked at each of the students, although, you couldn't help but focus on a smugly familiar boy. Tall, no less than one meter and ninety, with a slim build, broad shoulders and strong arms, a narrow waist and long legs. His face is thin, with a pointed chin and sharp jaw. She has dark brown, slightly wavy hair, long enough to pull into a ponytail, and combed back. Her electric blue eyes framed by thick, long eyelashes. It has a small, slightly downward-sloping nose and full lips. His skin is soft and clear, His style is casual and relaxed, with a white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

"Paper and pen, now," you said with a smile, immediately the students took out the respective materials you requested, causing some murmurs from the students in the process. "Damn, she's so hot, don't you think?" you managed to capture from the north wing of the class, right next to the boy you glimpsed before. “Shut up and have respect for her, she's a teacher,” he responded.

“Boy,” you said out loud, attracting attention. "The boy in the white t-shirt, stand up!" you demanded, you saw him tense up, he stood up while looking at his partner with an unfriendly face, he looked back at you. You noticed the slight tremor in his right hand. "Boy, tell me your name".

"Levon Shaw, miss," he responded, you didn't look away from him for a second. "Well, Mr. Shaw, tell me, do you play an instrument?" you asked, he quickly shook his head. "Which instrument would you like to learn to play this year, Mr. Shaw?" you asked again this time. "I think the drums, Miss," he responded.

"Perfect, it's exactly what I want, sit down", you motioned for him to sit down. "And please, Mr. Shaw, tell your friend in the blue shirt that a musician's ear is very, very keen on hearing sounds" you smiled with false innocence, as you turned towards the group of students."Each one will write on their sheet, their name, their musical preferences, and the instrument they want to learn to play this year with me".

You sat at your table, watching the students write hastily, a few minutes later, you decided to approach a small group of girls in the front seats. "How are you doing, girls?" You greet them politely, ready to start a conversation. "Miss (last name)" one of the girls responded. "Would it bother you too much if I asked you how things are going here?"

"Of course not, what would you like to know?" You began to connect quickly with them, and have a good conversation. In a few minutes you had already discovered several things about your new job. The music teacher before you had received a new job offer, deciding to resign and give up the position. They expressed how unpleasant he was and how badly he treated the students, insulting others and throwing flutes everywhere. "He sounds like a very unpleasant person" you responded a little worried, you couldn't help but empathize with the students. Remembering your university days, having a professor who was the same, unpleasant and lying. Promising and aiming to teach what music really is. "Believe me, it was, it has a bad reputation among the students," they respond. "I hope things change this year," they comment to each other again. The murmurs among the students continued, as did your conversations with some random ones, the class being interrupted by the loud sound of the bell in the hallway. Each student left the classroom while you collected the papers you assigned previously. Finally, the boy in the white t-shirt was the last to leave, approaching you and handing over the paper with the written data, his blue gaze crossed yours, just as your hands touched each other while you grabbed the paper, and you smiled. sweetly towards him, returning a shy look, along with an angelic smile, as she left.

With curiosity you opened the paper, reading it: "Levon Shaw. Musical preferences: Classical music, Jazz, rock. Instrument: Piano." "Little liar" you thought, with a small smile on your face, you gathered your things, and leaving the classroom, your heels could be heard through the long hallway fiercely.

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Levon Shaw, a bright and ambitious 17-year-old, independent and kind-hearted. Levon is very active, charming, yet a complex individual. On the one hand, he is a bit introverted and hesitant when it comes to social interaction. You may have trouble starting conversations or establishing eye contact. You may also be a little self-conscious and anxious in large groups or in unfamiliar environments. You are likely to overanalyze the reactions of those around you, let's say you inherited it from your father. His mother left him at the age of 7 in the care of his father, a serious, sensible and reliable man, sometimes friendly, although a little strange in his attitude, very different from his uncle, Max, who visits them from time to time to stay. in the house, surrounded by a strange flour-like dust. Many times his father argued with his uncle regarding this.

That same morning, the first day of school, Levon woke up tired. He has been helping his father at the hardware store, helping with expenses and food when he realized that his uncle, who currently lives with them, is no good. of much help. He carefully went to the kitchen, where he usually finds his father calmly reading the morning newspaper or feeding the dog, Sampson. Taking a look, he realized that he did not appear, he turned around towards the living room, upon entering he saw his uncle lying on the sofa, snoring and murmuring under his breath, he smiled a small smile at him. He decided to help him a little by cleaning up the dusty table, putting everything in his bag. Deducing that his father would have already gone to work, he went to get ready to start the first day of school.

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Levon had arrived that same morning for his first class, music. After having a horrible time last year with the old teacher, I had strong hopes that the new one would be completely different. He sat in the back, as usual, always arriving on time. He rested his elbows on the table, while covering half of his face with his clasped hands, glimpsing his companions talking to each other.

“Hey” He heard a whisper, Levon directed his gaze towards his companion at the next table. Colton has an average height of 1.70 m and a slim but athletic build. She has a fair complexion, with a slight hint of freckles on the bridge of her nose. His face is attractive, with a strong jaw and a small dimple on his chin. He has intense black eyes, which usually shine with energy and enthusiasm. He has short, messy, dark brown hair. Her dressing style is out of the ordinary, modern and preppy. He prefers graphic t-shirts, skinny jeans and sneakers. His wardrobe features a mix of bright and neutral colors, and he often adds a trendy belt or modern watch to complement his outfit. And without a doubt, very sociable, he loves to joke with his friends and bother others. Maybe the complete opposite of him.

"What do you want?" Levon responded a little abruptly, perhaps because of the nervousness that was overwhelming him on his first day, he felt very uncomfortable. “Have you heard about the new one yet?” Colton asked. “Yes,” Levon responded dryly to him, looking away and looking ahead.

They stayed for a few minutes not knowing what to say between the two of them. Levon was still tense, not knowing much what to say. The noise in the class continued for a few more minutes, until, inevitably, a firm heeled step began to be heard in the hallway, approaching the classroom, which Levon noticed. He looked towards the door.

The woman entered the classroom while closing the door tightly behind her, attracting the gaze of all the students. Cautiously the woman left her things on the table and walked towards the blackboard. He began to write, while everyone sat in their respective assigned seats. When she finished writing, she turned around, facing the students, “I am Miss (last name)” she introduced herself, she directed her hands towards the back of her back.

Levon began to get a better look at the woman, realizing how much she resembled a person he saw just this weekend. She was undoubtedly beautiful, perhaps it was her eyes that determinedly inspected each student, or her lips that curved upward slightly, exuding a presence of perseverance and admiration. “I will be your professional, modern music teacher for a while,” she spoke, her voice melodious, almost as if an angel had spoken. Her wonderful eyes fell on him, on Levon.

Looking away, Miss (last name) turned to address the others. “Paper and pen, now,” he said with a beautiful smile.

While Levon took out his paper and pen, Colto addressed Levon, ensuring that the teacher did not see or hear them. “Damn, she's so hot, don't you think?” he asked Levon. Levon looked up angrily. “Shut up and have respect for her, she's a teacher,” he responded. “Boy” turned towards the voice, paying attention, praying that it wasn't drawing attention to him. “The boy in the white t-shirt, stand up!” He tensed up, even sweating, realizing that you were attracting his attention. He lightly got up from his chair, barely breathing.

“Boy, tell me your name.”

“Levon Shaw, miss,” he responded, looking down slightly to the other side, with great tension. “Well, Mr. Shaw, tell me, do you play an instrument?” She asked again, Levon quickly shook his head, asking what his next question would be. The woman remained thoughtful for a few seconds, “Which instrument would you like to learn to play this year, Mr. Shaw?” “I think the drums, Miss” he lied, it was the first instrument that crossed his mind. “Perfect, it's exactly what I want, sit down,” you demanded, Levon at that moment was able to breathe easy as he sat down, grateful that he wasn't your target in bad ways, grateful that he did well for you.

“And please, Mr. Shaw, tell your friend in the blue shirt that a musician's ear is very, very keen on hearing sounds” she smiled with great and false innocence towards the boy next to her. Levon looked at him meticulously, Colton's ears turned red with embarrassment, apparently he had him in his sights.

The minutes passed and Levon couldn't stop looking at the woman, watching her move and talk among the students, wishing he could talk to her. The class is considered over when the bell rings, a new change of classroom and class. Each student gave their respective role. Levon was the last to hand it over. (Name) looked curiously at Levon, smiling sweetly at him, giving him the most beautiful smile Levon had ever seen in his entire life, brushing his fingers against hers as he gives her his sheet of paper and leaves the classroom to his room. next class.

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How do you think Arthur/joker would celebrate Christmas with a partner? Tis the season 🎁 🥳

Are you asking for Christmas Headcanons with Arthur/Joker?

Here's your early Christmas present!

Sorry it's so short, I promise to edit it and make it longer :(

Thank you very much for your request, my little grasshopper ❤

Arthur/Joker Christmas headcanons!

December 24 and Christmas is breathed through the streets of Gotham. He had left work that same afternoon of your work meeting. You were carrying a wonderful cake, your boyfriend's favorite, Arthur.

You had been together since February of that same year, you had met at pogo's and it was the first Christmas you spent together, well, with Peggy too.

Before arriving at Arthur's apartment, in the elevator, you hid the gifts you bought for him and his mother in your backpack, you wanted to surprise him.

You knocked on the door carefully, afraid to wake Peggy because of how late it was. 

You heard a couple of locks before the door opened. You caught a glimpse of Arthur's tired (but very loving) smile.

His eyes lit up when he saw you, you walked into the apartment singing a little Christmas song for him.

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special". 

He closed the door behind you, to later grab your waist and one of your hands and starting to dance, you sang together. "Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears. I'll give it to someone special".

He softly kissed your lips, while he murmured words towards you. Have I ever told you that you look like an angel?

You laughed at the embarrassment of his words, "you tell me every day...".

"I have brought a cake for everyone." You parted from the hugs that you had formed to leave the cake in the small room, you took off your coat, while you felt sad eyes on you.

"Honey, you didn't have to spend money..." Arthur said very embarrassed as he approached you, you put your hands on his cheeks, while you looked into his eyes, "I shouldn't have, but I wanted to, I like to spend things on you, You know that I have plenty of money".

"But..." he wanted to reproach, you silenced him with a loving and passionate kiss, his lips melted and connected perfectly with yours, feeling all the longing and love that you felt after a long and hard work.

You slowly pulled away from the kiss, "I think it's time to give you your Christmas present." You said, Arthur looked at you surprised, you grabbed your backpack from the sofa and opened it, you took out a small box wrapped in nice wrapping paper.

"(y/n), oh my gosh, no honey needed, sorry." His nerves began to rise, you grabbed him by the cheeks again, this time with more determination and firmness, knowing full well that his laugh would come out at any moment.

"Arthur Fleck, stop apologizing and let me love you a proper Christmas, if you don't accept the gift, I'm going to cry." Your eyes reflected, Arthur sighing, opened the gift under your watchful eye, and took a pair of keys from the box.

He looked at you very confused, with his mouth ajar, not understanding the gift. "Move in with me, Arthur." Her eyes widened, "They are the copy of the keys to my apartment, our apartment." You saw the corners of his eyes fill with tears, you wrapped him in a warm hug, he buried his head in your neck.

She started to cry, asking what she did to deserve an angel like you in her life. "Merry Christmas, my love," you said softly in her ear, stroking her hair.

[yorukimura]

Thoughts on joker 2?

I'm sorry to answer so late. Thank you very much for the question <3 I hope I have understood it well.

From my opinion, I need a Joker 2, they left me with many unresolved questions, and I need them NOW.

As I understand it, it is a musical and I hope to SEE AND LOVE Joaquin Phoenix SINGING.

I feel that lady gaga is a good choice as Harley quinn, even more so if it's a musical because she has a powerful voice and she's tremendous.

Well, though, both Phoenix and Phillips have said they'd like to see where the character would go from where they left off. In the film's epilogue, we see Arthur Fleck fleeing from Arkham, so it could be understood that in 'Joker 2' we would see the character released.

I feel a little sorry because the same director has stated that the Joker that the Arthur we see might not be Batman's enemy Joker, but an inspiration for him, so we could also meet another new character who becomes the Batman's nemesis.

Even so, I, and surely the rest of the people who love Arthur are willing to see that new personality that culminates in him, full of freedom and madness <3

Once again, thank you very much for your question and take care of yourself little grasshopper <3

[yorukimura]

So cuuuute I want Arthur to be a love-giving Machine 😍

Oh god i think we all need an arthur love-giving Machine.

I mean, Arthur is the most wonderful being in this cruel world, and we're here to fill it with pure love.

Let's give him our love!

By the way, thank you very much for sending me a comment, I am very grateful to you, and of course, do not hesitate to ask me what you need <3

Take care little grasshopper lover by Arthur Fleck (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

[yorukimura]

Omg if you will take a request: Arthur fleck + joker relationship headcanons!

Do you have request rules?

Oh god, it's such a pleasure to write for you <3

I don't have any request rules, give me everything you have in mind, and I will try to satisfy your wishes.

I hope you enjoy these headcanons I've created, and again, thanks for your question, love you <3

Arthur fleck + joker relationship headcanons!

Arthur Fleck

The meeting

You met Arthur at the subway stop when you heard his laugh as he was right next to you.

At first you are surprised, you had never heard such a laugh in your life, and a hint of curiosity pierced your thoughts.

You offer him some water and a pain pill.

Arthur, realizing how nice you are to him, shyly agrees.

You started talking to him, feeling your curiosity grow towards him. Arthur responds with great difficulty, since he did not expect to receive such kind treatment after the disastrous day he had.

After a couple of minutes of trying to strike up a stable conversation with him, you had to leave and get off at your stop. This saddened Arthur, despite speaking so little, he had taken a great interest in you and the feeling of leaving was quite noticeable. Hoping to see you tomorrow.

Indeed and at the same time the next day you met again,after some hard work on Arthur's part for a few weeks, you finally asked him out.

Arthur with great enthusiasm, with his best clothes and hairstyle, attended the date you had planned, you likewise, with the best dress in your closet, you found him in a restaurant.

After a couple of dates and months of being friends, you decided to start a relationship<3

In the relationship

Arthur is without a doubt the cutest thing in the world.

I feel that at the beginning of the relationship someone would be shy, even a bit distant, since until now he has not had relationships of any kind.

Afterwards, it is a machine for giving affection and love.

He is extremely attentive and affectionate, always treating you with the greatest possible care.

He always listens to you, he loves listening to you talk about your day, your voice calms him down a lot, it's an extra medicine to control that anxiety he has.

He loves to make you smile, he tells jokes for you that he writes in his notebook, he tries his best to hear your adorable laugh every day.

Arthur writes you in his notebook, and even draws you, expressing how wonderful and loved you are to him; "An angel fallen from heaven to help me in this cruel world".

I definitely don't think Arthur knows how to cook for himself, since his diet is based on coffee and cigarettes, so most likely you are the person who cooks for him, and if you don't know how to cook, you will always prepare pre-cooked dishes for him. Remember to feed him well!

If you have asthma or a problem with cigarettes, Arthur will smoke outside the house, never inside, so that the tobacco smoke does not bother you.

I imagine Arthur is a person with many insecurities, so he will ask you repeatedly if you love him, if he is good for you, if his body doesn't disgust you... And countless questions. To which, of course and with a lot of love, you affirm all the wonderful things he has and how much you love him.

Arthur is usually jealous, but he doesn't show it openly towards you, maybe he gets a little sad, or even a little angry. He doesn't want to seem like a toxic person, remember, Arthur has a lot of insecurities about himself.

He loves snuggling up on the couch with you to watch The Murray Show next to you, listening to your soft laugh whenever there's a funny part.

He loves hugs.

He loves to kiss, his kisses are full of sincerity and pure love for you, his favorites are the beaks, quick and simple when he has to go to work quickly, but full of feeling.

It may be that after a while, he begins to open up about his physique and body feeling. He hates his skinny body, thinking that you might not like it if you see him in his usual clothes. Of course, you never listen to him, and you always tell him how much you love his body and how you want to fill it with love.

Without a doubt, this beautiful relationship leads to a guaranteed marriage <3

The Joker

Regardless of whether you are already his girlfriend or he has met you, he will act the same way.

The Arthur you know, so loving, affectionate, well, he was gone, at least with Gotham society.

The new personality, psychopathic, egocentric, seductive, without fear of doing what he wants when he wants.

He is more seductive with you, his insecurities are practically non-existent. 

Of course, you rejected the idea of ​​turning all of Gotham into a coup led by the Joker. 

Which led to your premature "kidnapping", holding you close to him like a hunter holding his prey.

Despite the new society imposed by him and his cruel acts, he loves you and wants to protect you at all costs, he shows it by giving you everything you could ever dream of, robbing banks, robbing luxurious cases with his gang of clowns and much more.

If you decide to run away from him, he will surely search for you and chase you.

If you stay with him voluntarily and for love, he will give you everything.

Do you remember I told you that her insecurities are gone? He took it to the extreme. Strong sex every night all over the surface of your new house.

From time to time he will send one of his clowns to spy on you when he is not at home, for your own "good".

During your time alone with him, you may get to see glimpses of what was once Arthur's great love for you, but now it was the Joker, and you his most valuable possession.

Extremely possessive and jealous, if he sees you talking to someone else, he will end up visiting and cruelly killing them.

He loves to fill you with luxuries and take you to expensive restaurants, buy you the best jewelry and dresses, just for you.

Many times you will have to wait for him at night due to his night jobs.

He loves staying with you when you get home. Even more when you end up covered in bruises and bites because of his love for you.

Passionate kisses are never lacking, he loves the taste of your mouth and the sensation of your tongue with his.

And of course, he might force you to marry him if you refuse him <3

[yorukimura]

Rewatched The Black Phone for the 500th time, trying to get used to my ipad.

I wanted to doodle Al maskless. Most of these I wanted in character except for the bottom right, because who doesnt want Al looking at you all lovestruck!? <3

[yorukimura]

TELL ME YOU WILL DO SOMETHING ABOUT ARTHUR FLECK (joker 2019) PLEASE.

You have no idea how much it encourages me to receive these types of questions in my inbox <3

And of course I'll do Joker content, I'm working on a one shot that has to do with Arthur Fleck and his sad little problems :(

We need the fandom to fill Arthur with a lot of love :D Again, thank you very much grasshopper <3

[yorukimura]

Tainted Love (Various Creepypastas x Fem! Reader) Chapter 1.

Summary: for years you have been a normal girl, with good grades, a hopeful future, the daughter that any parent would like to have, but one day you meet someone who will change your life for the worse.

Words: 1606

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"Are you awake?" 3:02 ✓

It was 3 in the morning and you couldn't sleep, even though you felt tired, your mind felt very active and you turned to the first person who would put up with your insomnia; your best friend; Aneko.

Aneko is a patient, affectionate and even kind person, she almost seems like a mother to you. He made sure you ate, bathed, studied, and even left the house from time to time, but something he never managed to control was your insomnia.

For more than two years (currently you, 18 years old) were diagnosed with insomnia by your psychiatrist who also happens to be your mother. Your routines were difficult to control, you slept of course, as if you were not alive? But your schedules were extremely at their limits. You barely slept at night, if you did, it was by the work and grace of the Holy Spirit.

You could stay awake until many hours of the morning or even not sleep for days, you rest at hours outside the common hours of other human beings; for example, sleep in the afternoon, in the morning, the exact hours that your body needs.

When your mother realized, she acted immediately, she is a psychiatrist. He worked in a mental hospital and had enough experience and status to prescribe pills for your dreaming problems, your father was rarely around, he worked in a flower shop with medicinal herbs, and that took up most of his time as a botanist. Sometimes you helped your father in the family business, looking after and planting flowers.

Your studies are going well, absolutely nothing to worry about. You got very good grades, studying physics; your passion was the molecules, the explosion, the human brain and even the stars.

"Are you awake?" 3:02 ✓✓ Read at 3:15

"I just got up, has something happened?" 3:16 ✓✓

"Tomorrow I'm going to help my father at the flower shop, it's in case you want to go out, from 2:30 p.m. I'm available" 3:16 ✓✓ Read at 3:16

"Of course precious, I'll wait for you outside at 2:30 p.m. so you can come to eat at home <33" 3:16 ✓✓

"I'll go to sleep, try it, okay? I don't want to see you with your head in the bowl of soup XD" 3:17 ✓✓

"Yes yes, very funny." 3:17✓✓ Read at 3:17

"I'm going now, good night" 3:17 ✓✓ Read at 3:18

"She stopped responding" you think, you are about to put your head on the pillow and try to sleep, tomorrow will be a very long day, however, you never noticed the shadow that was watching you from the window.

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-Honey, aren't you going to have breakfast?– You hear your mother scream from the kitchen while you put on your black converse, it was 7 in the morning and you could barely sleep a wink last night. -No, I'm in a hurry, dad went to the lab and I have to take care of the store!- You grab the keys from the table near the door, –Are you going to eat with Aneko later?!– You hear her again from the kitchen, your mother always had a calm voice so you never worried about her screams.

–Yes, Aneko wants to take me out of the house! – shouts your mother while you adjust your hat on your head well placed. -Okay, be careful and take care of yourselves!- You are about to leave home with your backpack and keys.

Your father is not only a botanist, he also studies medicinal plants and it was quite common to see you in the florist replacing his position, being the daughter of a botanist you know part of medicinal plants, and even make bouquets of flowers to satisfy your great creativity.

It didn't take you long to get there, about 10 minutes. You take the keys out of your pocket and you are about to open the door, you enter the premises and begin to organize the place.

You were arranging a bouquet, you heard the doorbell ring indicating that someone had entered the place. When he entered you turned around, glimpsing a man much taller than you, he was wearing dark clothes and a monochrome scarf, his hair was brown. The large number of scars on his face made your senses activate, you always cared for others, cared for them and gave your unconditional love, even if you didn't get to know him. If you had more friends, you would undoubtedly be the mother of the group along with Aneko.

–Oh! Excuse me, you're so handsome that I couldn't help but look at you- You said, your cheeks could be found with a slight blush. Quickly the man turned the same color, his green eyes looking away from yours as he fiddled with his scarf. -Tell me, how can I help you?- Your voice came out soft, affectionate and loving, you always treated your clients here and even several times congratulated your father for your helpful and pleasant behavior.

He stared at you for a moment before speaking softly – Do you have any bouquets that would fit a funeral? – you thought for a few seconds but nodded your head at his words, not wanting to butt in and ask who died or offer your condolences. Although you pushed those thoughts out of your head, someone close to him had passed away and it was probably very hard to swallow.

-Of course, what will you need? Any color or flower in particular? Do you want a pre-made bouquet and add flowers to it?- You asked, your soft voice still present as you stood up and began to walk towards the pre-made bouquets. Funerals were common in your town, a murderer was rumored to be missing for years.

He was silent for a moment, analyzing and thinking about his next words. –Can I have a pre-made one? Could it be with White Lilies and Hyacinths? If not, that's fine, I'll accept your recommendation-. He went straight to the point, you appreciated it too much.

-Of course! I actually made one this morning so it's going to be nice and fresh and fresh. Would you like anything else?– Giving him a smile, you searched for the assortment, once with him, you turned around and paid all your attention to him.

-Your number would be a great addition, little beauty-. The man replied with a much deeper and more confident voice, you paused a little and looked at him for a moment to realize what he said, your face and ears turned over 50 shades of red in less than a second.

Pointing foolishly at yourself and looking around to make sure it was addressed to her, almost asking -Wh-who, me-or?-. He nodded, smiled mischievously and winked at you. -Well, don't fuck around. You're the only one around-.

Stupefied was the only word to perfectly describe how you felt and looked, you gave him a kind but awkward smile, you went to the counter to pick up his flowers. –I suppose you can, although I don't know if you'll really like me, I'm not good at conversations. Can I get your name first?- you asked, writing your number on the receipt for the flower payment.

– I'm Liu, mmm… Thanks for everything! Can I get yours?- Both her behavior and her voice were now totally different and you realized, you were starting to feel a little confused by that sudden change.

- I am (y/n)! I hope you like the flowers- Giving her your best smile, as she left I waved at you, you sighed. You looked at the clock on a nearby table "14:29" you read, apparently time goes by quickly. Especially if that guy walks in and flirts with you while buying a bouquet for a funeral. What a day. "Aneko will come in at any time, she's always very punctual" you thought, and indeed, Aneko came through the door of the premises.

–Little grasshopper!– She ran in excitedly and ran to hug you, something that you undoubtedly loved and gladly accepted, Aneko is much taller than you and the nickname "grasshopper" was due to the jumping rope contests they held as a child. -Hi grasshopper mom- you said into the crook of her neck, she pulled away and held your shoulders firmly.

-Who is the boy, is he your boyfriend?- Hearing that, you choked on air and mentally cursed Lui. Your ears and your neck were extremely red, you began to stutter softly under Aneko's watchful gaze and mischievous smile, -I-he's a boy I just saw today and he wanted to meet me and that-. (y/n) closed the shop door while Aneko waited impatiently, -Okay, I'll believe you for now, take advantage of this opportunity you have- She winked at you while laughing. You covered your face with one hand as you walked by his side toward Aneko's family's restaurant.

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Liu as he walked, internally wanted to die, he was yelling at Sully in his mind –Fuck! Couldn't you be more cunning? the masters will kill us if you mess up this mission. You know how important she is now-.

Sully sneered at him, mentally replying, "Okay, but the Tentacle Lords said we had to get close to the girl. I can't figure out why what I'm doing is bad. And seriously, funeral flowers? Couldn't you have done better?"– He reproached.

Liu only groaned in exhaustion and continued his walk into the forest with mild irritation.

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God, I thought I wasn't going to finish translating this. I'm really sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm originally from Spain and English is my second language :'( I hope you liked it, do not hesitate to go through my profile and leave any comment or proposal. Thank you very much for taking your time to read little grasshopper <3

[yorukimura]

Little Fighter (Albert Shaw/ The Grabber X Reader) One Shot.

Summary: You had accompanied your best friend to the grocery shop to prepare lunch, however, a violent event will cause you to find that person.

Words: 4484

Warnings: This one shot contains a slight domestic violence, fight, slightly racy scene.

Tag: sweet sex scene, actually sweet little things for the grabber :D

MasterList (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

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—I really don't understand why you're like this.

2 a.m. and they were both still wandering the dark streets of Denver. Silence sat between the two people, footsteps could be heard perfectly against the hard asphalt of the street they were on.

—What am I supposed to do? I couldn't keep still, they were beating up a kid.

You said timidly towards your companion, not wanting to look at him for fear of an even stronger scolding. Just 10 minutes ago I had taken you out of the police station after having a fierce dispute with a parent.

—I understand that you want to help others, but you can't get into fights every five minutes.

Crossing your arms against your chest, defeated and embarrassed by the situation, you sighed heavily.

—We're talking about a man in his 30s or 40s, and you go and beat the shit out of him.

—I know that, Tristan, but understand me.

You stopped dead in your tracks, your anger building up in your body again at the memory of the situation.

You would never allow domestic abuse in front of your eyes again.

—I know it was wrong of me to get into that fight, let alone hit a man, but I can't bear to see a child being beaten by his parents.

You turned in his direction and looked at him, Tristan, your friend, was looking serious and cold.

—What would have happened if Aneko had been beaten by a man.

—That man was disappearing.

You both laughed at the scenario, Tristan wrapping one of his long, strong arms around your shoulders, pulling you close and starting to walk.

—Are you staying the night?

You thought for a moment, your younger brother wasn't going to be home due to a school camp.

—There's no one waiting for me at home, there's not a single problem with that.

Starting to laugh, you both headed for the house where Aneko, Tristan's wife, was waiting for you.

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The next morning.

—¡(y/n)!— A beautiful and pleasant red-haired woman appeared in the hall, showing a pleasant smile to her visitor. Her long hair waved at the movement of her walk. She approached you cheerfully, as she sat down next to you on the sofa.

—Do you have anything to do today?

-No, I don't— you replied, turning your gaze into his deep, attentive green eyes. At your words, he smiled happily.

—Would you like to come with me to the convenience store to buy a few things? I'd like to cook something special for the three of us.

You nodded with a small smile, Aneko returned the gesture, and you both got up from the nice sofa to get dressed and head towards the convenience store.

—I missed you so much.

Aneko started the conversation as you both headed towards the shop.

—Me too, we hadn't seen each other for a long time.

And it was true, it's only been a month since you and your best friends had a chance to see each other, Tristan due to his work at the office and Aneko resting due to an accident at the clothing shop where he worked.

You have known each other for more than 16 years, in fact, you grew up together, went to the same school, high school and later to the same university. And after all these years, you were still best friends.

—It's funny how the years go by, just a couple of years ago we were three teenagers trying not to burn down a school.

Aneko laughed softly, remembering the time when the science room almost exploded because of her husband and her best friend.

—Those were good times, I can't deny it.

Aneko replied, a few seconds of silence between the two of them.

—Did you see your father again?— asked Aneko, a little afraid of her friend's answer, (y/n) she looked at Aneko in surprise, it had been a long time since that topic had been mentioned.

—I don't know, I don't care what that man does.

An awkward silence ensued, both of them, trying not to look each other in the face, continued walking. Aneko started the conversation again.

—What do you think about the wave of kidnappings?

—It's pretty strange, the late 1970s and Denver is being terrorised by a child abductor in the middle of October.

—Aren't you worried about what might happen to your brother?

—He's 17, he can take care of himself, besides, this kidnapper grabs pre-teen boys, according to the paper.

—I find it curious that he kidnaps kids with medium-length hair.

—You're right, if I remember correctly, the latest abductee is a 14 or 15 year old boy called Robin.

—His parents are devastated, the kid was nice enough, but he looked like a fighter, just like you.

You smile as you grab Aneko's arm. —You also taught the little boy a few punches or tricks, didn't you?—, Aneko asks you, you nod energetically. —It was hard times back then, father didn't have the best composure with us, it lowers your morale when a 13 year old punches you in the stomach—. Aneko laughed at the mention of the funniest moment he could find in his mind. —When I feel depressed, my brain repeatedly plays that memory, your brother, you crashing into the tree, it's wonderful—. Aneko smiled at you, you smiled back a pleasant smile at the redhead.

—If we don't hurry, the shop will close—, Aneko nodded and started walking faster, a couple of streets down and you had arrived at a nice and pretty grocery shop.

—Do you mind getting these ingredients? I have to leave the shop for a moment— Aneko said worriedly, —Sure, give me the list— you replied grabbing the list from her hands, Aneko gave a warm smile before leaving the shop.

You started looking for the ingredients on the list, with a small basket in hand, you headed to the first shelf, glimpsing the many different spices. You kept looking, until you stopped when you heard a shout outside. "Aneko?" you thought, it was identical to his voice.

You looked out the window to your left, it had definitely been the scream of your friend, being harassed by a scruffy looking man.

—Wouldn't you like to play a little game with me?— you managed to hear through the hard glass of the tent, your blood started to boil, as the nerves inside you built up and the anger in your head was about to explode. You saw Aneko trying to get away from the boy and failing to do so.

You quickly sprang into action.

You stormed out of the shop, leaving the basket and the ingredients on the floor, and started to head towards the man harassing your friend.

—Aneko, duck— you demanded in a firm voice behind her, the confused boy looked in your direction. When the redhead ducked, your fist had managed to meet the boy's face. —Fucking bitch— he howled as he held his bloody nose. —What the fuck do you think you are to even try to touch her—, the seriousness remained in your voice. —The doll looked needy—, the boy replied, glaring at your friend. Aneko clung to your arm, cowering fearfully behind you, and with that sentence, your patience ran out.

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Tristan entered, exhausted, in the comfort of his own home, not a sound to be heard, a quietness that rarely occurred with his noisy wife at home. He smiled patiently as he set his jacket and mate in front of the coat rack. He made his way to the living room, on the table he saw a mysterious piece of paper. He frowned as he grabbed and read the paper carefully, "We went to buy some things for lunch, we'll be back in a few moments <3" he read, he recognised his beloved wife's handwriting. He pocketed the paper and headed for the kitchen. He sat down in one of the chairs as he pulled out a newspaper to read.

Minutes later, the unexpected happened.

The kitchen phone rang.

The black-haired man looked up from his newspaper, who was calling at this hour? He got up from his comfortable chair to walk lazily to the phone and answered it.

—May I ask who it is?

—Tristan, darling— he heard his beloved wife's nervous voice through the phone. 

—Anekora, is everything alright?—asked Tristan, extremely worried, something was wrong and he could feel it.

—It's not good at all, it's (y/n), it's hard to explain.

—Where are you?—Instead of asking, Tristan demanded.

 —We're at the grocery shop, the one next to the hardware store.

Tristan frowned as he heard a couple of shouts from the other line.

—Come quickly, please, my love.

—Tristan? Darling?

Aneko's voice could be heard through the dangling telephone on the wall in the kitchen. Tristan hurried down the street, leaving his keys behind, dropping everything to get to the place. He didn't care about anything right now.

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Blow after blow, your knuckles were deteriorating as they got stronger and stronger. —(y/n)! Please! Stop it, you'll kill him!— You heard Aneko scream, and a small crowd of teenagers came to watch the scene.

—You bastard.

Punch.

—You bastard.

Punch.

—You bastard!

You were surprised to feel strong, muscular arms grabbing your waist. Pulling your small body away from the boy you were hitting, firmly gripping your waist.

—Who are you?! Let go of me!

You squirmed in the man's arms, before digging your elbow into his stomach to get away from him. He let go, clutching his stomach on impact, leaving you free to continue punching the boy underneath you.

—(y/n)!—You heard Tristan's voice calling out to you, felt his hands grab you, and managed to stop you. The boy lay dying on the ground, trying to breathe and process the information of the situation.

—(y/n) (y/l/n) what the hell are you thinking getting into this kind of situation like this—, Tristan scolded you, grabbing your men, you looked down, unwilling to face your friend's fury.

A middle-aged woman approached, apparently the owner of the shop. —Excuse me, sorry to butt in, but the girls were just defending themselves against harassment, it's not the girl's fault —.Tristan let go of (y/n), they both stood up, Tristan went over to the shop assistant to further inform himself of what had happened.

Meanwhile, Aneko nervously turned to the man who had tried to stop her friend's attack.

—Sir, are you alright?—asked Aneko, embarrassed. The man tried to pull himself together, (y/n) looked at him, watching his hand run through his long blonde locks. —Yes, don't worry, miss, it was a pretty hard blow— he replied.

Aneko kept apologizing repeatedly, as (y/n) kept watching him, your gaze traced his wonderful arms, through his work shirt you could see a toned muscle, your eyes went upwards, no doubt he was taller than you, glimpsing a sharp jaw. In the end, you ended up looking directly into his blue eyes. The man noticed your steady gaze, looked in your direction, and you shyly moved closer to Aneko, not taking your eyes off him.

—I owe you an apology— you managed to speak with difficulty, Aneko turned in your direction, somewhat surprised at your apology. A hand rested on your right arm, it was Tristan who this time had approached the small group of three that had formed. —That's right, and a big thank you, without you that madwoman—he looked minutely in your direction, and you felt the back of your neck burn under Tristan's gaze. —She would have ended up killing someone—, Tristan finished the sentence, and he extended his free arm in a handshake, firmly, the sturdy stranger returned the friendly greeting.

—Wow, that's a lot of apologies in one day— he joked, letting out a small laugh. Tristan and Aneko returned the joke, but you decided to keep quiet.

—I hope you're not hurt, and I apologise for the great inconvenience we've caused you—,Tristan apologised for the last time. Aneko animatedly pulled a small card from her purse and held it out to the man, the card contained a phone number and Aneko's home address. 

—Feel free to stop by and say hello if you live nearby. I would be very grateful if you would accept my proposal to come to our house for dinner. It's a thank you for controlling a fierce woman—.This time, it was Aneko who joked, the gentleman let out a slight smile.

—I have to go, but it's been a pleasure to help— he said goodbye, Aneko and Tristan said goodbye in return and turned and headed for home.

You, however, were still standing there, staring at the man in front of you at that moment. —I never thought such a frail body could strike like that—the deep voice brought you out of your thoughts, you looked at him again carefully, smiled slightly at him. —Thank you for helping, Sir— you realised, he hadn't even said his name or introduced himself, a blush appeared on your cheeks. —Shaw, Al Shaw— Al replied.

—Thank you, Mr. Shaw for helping me— saying goodbye, you turned around trying to catch up with your friends in the opposite direction.

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Days after...

—You've been acting weird for days, something's going on in that head of yours—. Aneko put your plate on the table, you had returned from work just in time for lunch, and found Aneko inside your house preparing lunch. —I wonder how the hell you got into my house again—, Aneko laughed lightly at your verdict.

—You always leave the copy key under the third potted plant on the left—,  she turned around to continue preparing another dish.

—This is breaking and entering, and you know it— you huffed exhaustedly. Aneko nodded cheerfully.

 —Tell me the truth—, demanded Aneko, thus beginning the curious conversation.

—What truth am I supposed to tell?— you asked, slightly apprehensive.

—You've been very absent-minded for a couple of days, it's as if your mind decided to go somewhere else—,she paused slightly, —or maybe... On someone else—.

And Aneko was right. For days, from the moment you met Al, you hadn't stopped thinking about him, something made you curious, his mysterious countenance, his large body size, or even his deep blue eyes, looking straight into your soul. And that, no doubt, Aneko could read him.

—It's the man from the other day—said Aneko, it didn't really sound like a question.

—I think yes, there's something about it... It doesn't add up.

—The one that definitely doesn't add up is you— Aneko turned around, somewhat indignant at the situation, whipped the damp cloth lightly against you, instilling a sense of annoyance.

—This is your chance. Think about it, your brother will have to go to university in a few months and you'll be alone at home, it's been years since you've been with someone.

—Try to give him a chance, I've seen the way he looks at you, you're definitely his interest.

—How can you be so sure of that? Maybe he's married or has children... Or something like that.

-—Because he told me so—answered Aneko, you were stunned by his answer.

—Do you want to know or would you rather have flies coming in through your mouth—Aneko raised his hand to gently close his jaw, as he sat down in the chair next to you, with his own plate. You nodded energetically.

—Well, then…

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Two days ago...

Aneko had decided that day to go to the grocery shop again.

While she was looking for the ingredients, she bumped into the body of another person, turning around, she saw a man with a top hat, a white face and a pair of dark glasses. Aneko quickly realised who it was.

—How nice! You're the man who helped us—Aneko greeted the man warmly. Albert was surprised, it was very unlikely that he would recognise him from the way he looked. Very nervous, he replied, —Well, what a nice surprise to meet you—.  

—I see that this time she's not accompanied by her friend—mentioned Albert, Aneko proposed to help him with the shopping, and although he refused, he couldn't with Aneko's insistent fierceness.

—She'll be on her afternoon shift right now, are you curious about her?

—I just wanted to know if she was all right—Aneko glanced sideways at her current companion. —Are you married or do you have children?—The woman changed the topic of conversation drastically, puzzling the man, who, very surprised, replied.

-—What? Why do you ask?— Aneko looked at him again with a pleasant smile.

-You seem very interested in (y/n).

Albert was silent for a few moments, Aneko wasn't lying. Ever since that day he'd stopped the girl, he hadn't stopped thinking about her for a second of the day, hoping to find her again, a strange feeling he hadn't felt in many years. Of course, he has had a couple of relationships, but never the feeling he had when he saw her.

—Are you still going to the thank you dinner?

Aneko's eyes lit up, excitedly nodding happily, with the knowledge that the proposal was directed exclusively towards her best friend, (y/n).

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—And he's coming to our house this evening, for dinner— Aneko finished the story, taking a sip of her lemonade. Looking carefully at the blushing face of her friend who had reached the 100 types of red possible on a human face.

Of course you wanted to see him, you haven't stopped thinking about him since that day and you had a great magnetic feeling inside you that you wanted to get closer to him, to get to know him, to be interested in him.

—The dress is in your room, you're coming too— Aneko got up from the table as she picked up the empty plates from both of them. Turning to the sink, she began to clear the dishes. —And it's an order, not a question—.

You sighed exhaustedly.

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You looked in the mirror a little resentful of the dress Aneko gave you, it was a wine colour that highlighted your face and the colour of your skin, with a plunging V neckline showing your collarbone, the skirt, six toes above the knee highlighted your legs along with the black boots you wore. The outfit highlighted every curve, every softness in your body, without a doubt, you looked wonderful.

You had tied your hair up in a simple ponytail, nothing about your outfit was really fancy or sophisticated, a simple, casual dress that brought out the perfect in you.

Aneko certainly made the best choice.

You went to grab a bag where you put your house keys and went out. The slight cold breeze whipped your face, it was already dark, but the streetlights illuminate the streets well. You started walking towards your two friend´s house, a couple of blocks down the street from your house. It didn't take you more than 10 minutes to get there.

You spotted a car, right in front of the house. "Tristan's car is in the garage, is it...", you realised that this car must belong to the new dinner companion.

You moved closer to what appeared to be the van. "Abracadabra, entertainment and supplies," you read inwardly, turning around, you headed towards the door of the house, and before you could knock on the door, it opened.

Aneko greeted you with a mischievous smile.

—Hi sweetie— she greeted you lovingly, letting you pass, and you stepped carefully in, returning the greeting. You heard a couple of chuckles coming from the living room.

—Come, we're in the living room, we've been waiting for you.

—Am I too late?—Aneko shook her head as you headed for the living room. —Not at all, you're on time, make yourself at home as usual—.

You walked in, your gaze automatically shifted to the sturdy man sitting on one of the sofas, and you looked at him carefully for a few seconds.

He wore a red jumper, over it a black shirt, with trousers and shoes of the same colour, his rings made his hands look bigger and more dominant.

He looked up at you, stopping directly in your eyes, creating a tense eye contact between the two of you.

He observed every curve, relief, detail of you, the shape of your dress, how good it looked on you, your hair cascading down your shoulders further accentuating your jaw and neck. Your bright eyes looking up at him, your skin glowing in the dim light of the lamp beside you, wondering if your skin is as smooth as it looks.

Aneko and Tristan watched the scene in front of them in amusement, Aneko made a heart shape with his hands while Tristan held back a small laugh. — Let's leave the couple talking— Aneko whispered in Tristan's ear, and seconds later they both decided to retire to the dining room to prepare the table.

Albert stood up from the sofa, facing you, the difference in height between the two of you was considerably noticeable, you shyly broke eye contact by looking slightly down at the floor.—I-I didn't think you'd be here tonight— you began, still feeling his bluish gaze on you, making your nerves and your insides start to get very hot.

—Neither do I —he replied, and you looked up again, revealing your slight blush. For a few seconds you were silent, until you decided to start the conversation.

— I'm sorry, I punched you in the stomach, I... I was very angry at the time...— you said shyly, a little afraid of the answer. He offered you a small smile, — Don't worry about it, it's forgotten—  he replied, you nodded momentarily. Albert offered to sit down, a little awkwardly, you agreed very shyly. 

Meanwhile, in the dining room, Aneko put a glass on the wall so she could listen to the conversation on the other side of the door. —Where was the right to privacy?—Tristan asked as he set a couple of plates on the table, Aneko motioned for him to come over and listen to the conversation on the other side as well. Tristan looked at her and, leaving what he was doing, hurried to his wife's side with another glass.

You and Albert laughed, you seemed to have matched each other perfectly, him with his shyness and you with your new confidence towards him, unafraid to start getting to know him and opening up.

—I should have known, you were the man who works in the hardware store next to the shop— you pointed out, looking closely at his one arm.

—I've been here for quite a few years, but I've never seen you until now.

—I know, everyone in Denver is supposed to know everyone, I moved in with my younger brother a few months ago.

Undoubtedly, the conversation flowed between the two, feeling a strange familiarity, a magnetism between the bodies, an inordinate attraction.

Aneko had finished preparing the dining room and called the couple from the living room to dinner.

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—It has been a pleasure meeting you Albert! See you tomorrow (y/n)!— Aneko said goodbye happily with her hand, next to Tristán. 

When she closed the door, again, Albert and you were left alone. You were silent for a few moments, dinner had gone wonderfully, but your nervousness was still persistent, nervous to be alone with him.

He looked at you, you looked back at him. —I'll accompany you home? Do you live far away?—He asked.

—Don't worry, I live 5 minutes away, I can go alone— you responded shyly, —I insist, I would not like to discover that you have been kidnapped for going alone in the middle of the night— you laughed slightly at his insistence, you sweetly accepted his proposal and you began to walk in the direction of your house.

—It's been a nice dinner—you started the conversation. 

—Yes, it's nice with you.

You smiled slightly at his answer, god, you liked that sweetness so much. You kept talking about trivial things, the words and gestures flowed naturally.

You arrived home, accompanied by Albert, kindly he even walked you to the front door.

 —Thanks for coming with me…— you said as you opened the door, stopping to turn towards him. He gave you a sweet smile.

 —I hope that the next dinner you have is with me— you were a little surprised at the question, "is… is he proposing a date?" you blushed at the thought, until now, no one had dared to ask you out on a date. 

—Don't doubt that.

You looked into each other's eyes, your eyes shining in the light while you got lost in that wonderful blue sea of ​​his, slowly you stood on tiptoe, Albert brought his body closer to yours.

You felt his lips brush against yours while breathing became irregular and bodies reached their maximum temperature. Passing his hands around your waist, holding you firmly, he did it, he kissed you slowly.

You felt the sweetness in a kiss, the passion that he felt towards aunt and that he was trying to hide since dinner, he couldn't contain himself anymore, much less you. You put your arms around his neck deepening the kiss, while you caressed his long hair, after a few seconds you separated due to lack of air. 

You looked into each other's eyes again, exhaling for lack of air.

Never come to feel those feelings with a person, only with you.

You both melted that same night, feeling the warmth of the other united, listening to the wonderful music that your mouths produced at the contact of the skin of both rubbing against each other, making you his, and you, making him yours that night.

And he didn't want it to end, neither of them wanted to feel the end of that nocturnal meeting between them.

He didn't want you to know that he was The Grabber.

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SO SORRY I've had a horrible week and haven't had time to finish this, but it's long :D 

Again, I apologize for the horrible English grammar I use, my language is not English :'( 

This time I wanted to try something fluffy, before getting into the horror of being kidnapped by sexy Grabber(?)

Do not hesitate to leave a heart and a comment, or even a request, they are open ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

 I hope you have liked everything I have created, thank you very much for reading little grasshopper <3

[yorukimura]

Arrives tomorrow...

(small sample of the one shot that I will post tomorrow <3)

You, however, were still standing there, staring at the man in front of you at that moment. —I never thought such a frail body could strike like that—the deep voice brought you out of your thoughts, you looked at him again carefully, smiled slightly at him.

—Thank you for helping, Sir— you realised, he hadn't even said his name or introduced himself, a blush appeared on your cheeks. —Shaw, Al Shaw,— Al replied.—Thank you, Mr. Shaw for helping me— saying goodbye, you turned around trying to catch up with your friends in the opposite direction.

[yorukimura]

I saw your blog recently and well I LOVED ALBERT'S ONE SHOT AND I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IF YOU ARE GOING TO DO MORE I WANT MORE PLEASE 😭😭💖

oh god, it's the first time I see support in something of mine (?)

I have seen the likes of Blue Notes and I am fascinated, I never thought that people would like my writing since it is the first time that I write and enter tumblr, I am very, very grateful to all those people.

I'm currently working on some new one shots for the blog, but I'm focusing on one of Albert in particular, which I look forward to posting today.

Thank you very much for your question little grasshopper <3

[yorukimura]

Blue Notes (Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Musician Reader) One Shot

Summary: You arrive in Denver to pursue your dream of being a music teacher, however, you meet a mysterious character…

Words: 1369

I think you might like this: Little Fighter (Albert Shaw/ The Grabber X Reader) One Shot є(•⌔•)э

You were always such a nice and musical girl.

When you were 8 years old, your parents decided to take you to the depths of music, its variants, its history, its tones, all of that fascinated you, made you feel so unique and vibrant, so special, to feel the keys of music. grand piano under your thin but still firm piano touch. Although, without a doubt, your second passion was to teach other people the wonders of musical sounds and tones, creating everything they could imagine through a few notes of any instrument created, including new sounds and creativity to new instruments.

At the age of 25 you decide to move to Denver, Colorado. Away from your family to start a new life in a high school as a professional music teacher.

Who would have thought that it would be the beginning of your downfall?

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August 23 1976 10:32.

Drag the last box left to the living room of your new home. A simple and spacious home, simple in any way, even if your own parents wanted to offer you a mansion with all the money they had, you always preferred the simplicity of things.

You looked out the window, watching the blazing sun beat down on Denver. That August 23 was over 89.6 °F (32 °C), you were really exhausted. You lay down on the cold ground, feeling a shiver at the sudden cool touch beneath you. —I never thought that a move could be so difficult and tedious— you sighed exhaustively, you got up from the floor to start organizing the house, carefully observing each mountain of boxes present in the living room.

— It's really going to be a long day—,you said, stretching your arms and neck to get down to business with the move.

August 23 1977 15:46

You looked at the kitchen clock, two hours had passed since lunchtime and your stomach was roaring like a hungry lion. You looked at the only box left in the living room from the kitchen door. Taking a sip from the cup of ice water you had, you looked at the large box that contained his most prized artifact, his piano. You smiled a little, ready to finally assemble the instrument.

—Where have I left the toolbox?— You crossed your arms, frowning, "Maybe I left it in one of the boxes... No, I've emptied them all." You quickly went to the green phone in the kitchen and dialed a number. You waited a few seconds before a man's voice came through him.

—May I ask who is calling?

—Your wife's lover.

—Oh, it's you— he said with much distaste.

—What the hell do you want?

—My fucking toolbox, bring it— you demanded in a serious voice.

— I knew you were going to call about her, well, about that...

— Did you put it up your ass?

— What? Of course not, idiot.

— I gave it to Dylan last week, DON'T KILL ME.

— YOU'RE STUPID? DID YOU ALSO SUCK DYLAN WHEN YOU GAVE IT TO HIM?!

— I told you that box was sacred, where will I get one now?

— Well, in the hardware store.

— And the tools to assemble the piano?

— I don't get into that anymore

— Why don't you ask him to bring him to where you are?

— It's a long time, and classes start in early September.

— Go to the hardware store, try it at least, is there one near your house?

— Yeah, a couple of streets away, I don't know exactly if it's open...

— Well, you know, anything else you need?

— Can I give your wife a cunnilingus?

— Stay away from me and my wife.

— She misses you a lot.

— And you, miss me?

— Of course not, die and go to hell.

— Of course I miss you, (y/n)

— I miss you guys too.

— Come visit us soon.

—I'm going to go to the hardware store, have a good time.

—Don't forget to have fun, fuck from time to time with some hot guy in Denver.

Before you could answer, your friend hung up, you flashed a small smile at the conversation you had with him. —Let's go to the hardware store—you dressed in a comfortable way, you grabbed your backpack and the keys to leave the house.

You walked a couple of minutes down the streets, and then you glimpsed the hardware store, it was open, that lifts your spirits, you were anxious to assemble the piano.

The doorbell rang, indicating that someone had entered the store, there was no one, you were "alone" in the place. You started browsing the shelves, looking for a good toolbox for your home, not forgetting the specific tools for your piano. You didn't notice the large, stocky figure sneaking up behind you, staring at your back and your (long/medium/short) colored hair (c/h).

—Are you looking for something specific, miss?— Surprised at the sudden deep voice, you turned around, meeting a pair of wonderful blue eyes, slightly shocked at the color of the eyes, staring at him. —Miss?— He looked at you again, and coming out of the trance of his eyes looking at the ground, completely blushing, you answered.—Excuse me sir, I'm looking for a toolbox...—you say before a shy whisper.

You were always shy of new surroundings and people, plus the man was extremely attractive and something, you deduced that he was around 40 or 50 years old due to the wrinkles that form on his forehead. You looked up again, specifically at the label on his short-sleeved work shirt “Albert Shaw”, you read in your mind.

—I have a perfect box model for you, I won't be long— The man turned around, you looked carefully at his back and his long hair as he walked away from you a little. You looked at the ground again extremely flushed, feeling a warmth in your cheeks and stomach.

—I've never seen you around here, did you come to Denver recently?— You saw his intention to start the conversation, he looked in your direction and you nodded quickly, he took the box and went to the counter, you quickly followed him. 

—Did your husband send you to buy a toolbox?— You were surprised at the question and looked at him doubtfully, —No, I'm not really married, the box is for me—. You could have sworn you saw a small smile break out on the man's face. —Strange, a beautiful woman like you with no one—. 

You blushed furiously at his flirtation towards you, deciding to fight back, you asked in response. —A man like you isn't married?— No doubt he didn't see it coming, the man continued packing things, —No, I'm not, do you need something else?—.

You quickly spread out the list with the specific tools for your piano, —if it's not too much to ask, do you think you have these tools?—, the man took the list and read it carefully, —of course, what's more, you can come for them tomorrow by the morning if you wish. You smiled kindly, took out your wallet and paid for the box.

—Have a good day sir—, you said goodbye, turning around and leaving the store.

“That woman is going to be mine”, thought Albert, watching as she walked away from the counter, she grabbed the money from the table. He noticed there was a white piece of paper with something written: "Feel free to call me later if you have time :)" next to a phone number on it.

You got home quickly, you left your things in the kitchen while you sat on one of the chairs, you kept thinking about that man and how you were dumb enough to give him the landline of your own house. you covered your face with your hands very embarrassed.

Something in him attracted you and you didn't know what it was, or even if it was allowed to feel something like that, "I feel like I'm going to explode", you thought.

And that same night you started to compose a song towards him, Blue Notes.

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Note:

GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

I have finished this first one shot, thank you very much for reading.

I apologize for the grammatical errors and above all, I hope I have reflected well a wonderful Albert flirty with his (y/n).

See you next time, little grasshoppers :)

[yorukimura]

Masterlist (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

Hi :D I introduce myself, I'm just a normal girl who has many things on her mind :) I'm originally from Spain, I speak Spanish in general, so I apologize for making any grammar mistakes :(

So, I present to you the masterlist I accept any proposal and fandom that there is! I love to experiment :) These are some fandoms / characters for which I write:

╰►THE BLACK PHONE

☆••《ALBERT SHAW/THE GRABBER》••☆

╰► HANNIBAL LECTER

╰►CREPPYPASTAS

╰► MOON KNIGHT

╰►SLASHERS

╰►TWISTED WONDERLAND

╰► DISNEY (GENDERBENDER/ NOT GENDERBENDER)

╰► WHICHEVER YOU WANT :)

I also accept any label, from smut and kink to fluff and cute things to puke rainbows.

It has been a pleasure to be introduced to this wonderful community, I hope to make many friends and learn many new things :)

Until next time little grasshopper :D