#robin arrelano

[star122234]

Grabber-are you having fun kids?

Griffin-are you motherfucker? *points gun at grabber*

Finney- where the hell did you get that?!

Vance-Does not matter!! shoot that bastard!!

Robin/bruce/billy-😧😧😧😅😅😅

[bunny-lou]

Good Boy - (The Black Phone Fic,hurt!Finney Shaw)

Summary: The Grabber only wanted to play Naughty Boy. He didn’t actually want a Naughty Boy. No, the Grabber wanted a Good Boy, a Sweet Boy, a Loving Boy.

And Finn is prepared to be anything he needs to survive. 

(This is an idea of what happens if Finney never learns to fight back, but is willing to do what he needs to in order to survive.)

Warnings: Child abuse, child grooming, inappropriate relationship between adult and minor, non-consensual voyeurism, a kidnapped child is forced to do whatever his kidnapper wants. Anything that is done or implied in the movie also takes place in this fic.

This room is much nicer than the basement, but the basement isn’t hard to beat. There is carpet under his bare feet, a dresser in the corner, a closed door against the far wall and a bed. An actual bed, not just a mattress on the floor.

“Well? Don’t you like it?”

Finney nods. “Yes. I do.” He swallows. “Thank you.”

The Grabber blinks at him from under the mask. He tilts his head at Finney’s manners. “Why, you’re welcome, young one.” He strides across the room and places a hand on Finney’s shoulder. “There are clothes for you in the closet. I picked out what I thought you would look best in.” His hand trails up to Finn’s chin and lifts his head. “Blues and greens. No reds. No dark colors. Not for my good boy.” The Grabber’s thumb pulls at Finn’s bottom lip. “Because you’re my good boy, aren’t you, Finney?”

“Yes.”

The Grabber pulls harder at his lip, making it stretch, making it uncomfortable, making it hurt as he digs his blunt thumb into the pink tissue. He is prompting, silently.

“Yes, sir.” Finney says. It’s a little difficult to move his mouth as his bottom lip is being held, but he manages.

The Grabber tilts his head again. No emotion is conveyed through his eyes, but this mask is the smiling one, which Finn has come to learn is a good thing. He hopes it is good for him today.

“There’s a bathroom here too.” The Grabber says and releases his lip. He pulls Finn forward, to the closed door, and shows him a brightly lit bathroom. Yellow walls and white tiles, a mirror above the sink, a toilet with a plush rug to rest one’s feet on. There is a shower and a tub and Finn winces, not for the first time, as he tries to remember the last time he cleaned himself properly.

Sometimes the Grabber had given him a bowl of warm water and a rag, back in the basement. Finn would scrub until the water was filthy and he had welts on his arms and he never felt any cleaner but it was something to do to pass the damn time.

(Gwen had always mocked him for smelling, for having dirt under his nails and sweat on his skin, pretending to gag if he raised his arm. If she could see him now, weeks (months?) without a bath, her gagging would not be fake.)

“I can use this?” Finney whispers. There are full bottles of liquid soaps and clean rags and he never thought he’d be so close to crying over some fucking shampoo.

“Of course. Everything in here is for you and I.” The Grabber strokes down his back, but Finn pays him no attention. “Would you like to use it now?”

Finney doesn’t trust his voice, so he just nods.

“Well go ahead. I’ll wait in the room.” The Grabber steps away and places a hand on the doorframe. He looks over Finney’s shoulder, into the mirror, and they lock eyes. “Do not shut this door, Finney. Good boys leave doors open.”

His reflection in the mirror nods, but Finney doesn’t feel himself doing anything.

The Grabber backs away and moves to the bed. He sits on the plush blanket, hands on his knees as he watches.

Finney pulls his shirt over his head. It clings to his skin and peels away from his spine, the grime acting like glue. He tosses it in the hamper he sees by the door. He tries to ignore the eyes on him. He reaches for a towel on the shelf and folds it around his waist. It is difficult, but he holds the towel up with one hand and unbuttons his jeans with the other. They slip down his waist

(These jeans used to fit so well, he didn’t need a belt to hold them in place or to roll the pant legs up because they fit perfectly, when did they get so big, when did he get so small?)

easily and pool at his feet. His calves are exposed and there is a grunt from behind him, but Finney doesn’t turn around. He pulls at his boxers under the towel, shimmying out of them and letting them follow his jeans, placing both in the hamper.

He is only wearing a towel now. He’ll set it right by the shower so he doesn’t have to blindly fumble from behind the shower curtain when he’s done. He’ll redress awkwardly beneath his towel. There’s no other clothes around so he’ll have to pull his dirty clothing out of the hamper or maybe he’ll be allowed to get something from the closet. There are clothes in there for him, right? That’s what the Grabber said. And he’s been a good boy, the Grabber will let him pass and put on fresh clothes. He can hold the towel up and try to get on some pants, that’s most important, underwear doesn’t even-.

“Come on, Finney. I thought you wanted to shower?”

Finney shivers. He doesn’t look at him. He keeps the towel tight above his waist as he steps over the side of the bathtub. From this angle, the Grabber can still see him and he can still see the Grabber.

The Grabber is hunched forward, resting his knees on his elbows and hands clasped together like he’s praying. He never looks away. He won’t look away, even when there’s nothing to see but Finn’s silhouette. He’ll watch as if he can see through the curtain, eyes never straying.

Finney shivers again. The bathroom has become cold. He reaches up for the curtain, but his hands only find the tiled walls.

There is no shower curtain.

[elliefever]

@starsthatlinethesky memes for my FAAAVORITE fic ever

[portgasxy]

"If I knew how it was going to end, would I do it all over again?"

Warnings: Mention of child aggression and violence, angst, death of characters and kidnapping, you have been warned.

Author's notes: Hi, this is my first work on the platform and it couldn't be about any other topic than Tbp, which lately is my addiction, if you have any requests my box is open, I hope you enjoy it, thanks for your attention. =͟͟͞͞💌

Pairing: Robin x brother male reader (not romantically please)

"So tomorrow after school at your house?" Finney asked as he adjusted the strap of his backpack over his shoulder as he watched Robin nod.

"Yes, I'll buy us candy."

Finn smiled and said goodbye when he saw his sister waiting for him, Robin watched his friend walk away when he felt a hand grab his arm. Robin laughed turning his head back looking at his younger brother, (name) who found himself with an angry expression on his face.

"Come on, Robin. Sabes cómo a mamá no le gusta cuando llegamos tarde a casa".

(You know how Mom doesn't like us to be home late")

Name) Arellano, his brother two years younger. The boy was quite reserved and had a different personality from Robin he was not very sociable and hated Robin's quarrelsome side. Robin can remember all the lectures he received every time he came home injured and (name) healed his wounds.

(name) was also very smart he was an easy learner, so he and Robin were nicknamed the 'perfect duo' Robin is the body always protecting his brother from any bullies, and (name) was the body always helping Robin when he had difficulties with any matter. However, nobody was perfect and (name) had many flaws but the worst was that he could be very naive and kind he always helped others, anyone who needed help he was there and he can't even count how many lectures he got from his family for being like that, but (name) was like that by nature, he liked to help, he just didn't imagine that it would end up putting him in a big trouble.

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(Name), walking through the market parking lot next to his favorite candy store, he was there at the request of Robin who was busy helping his uncle wash his truck and couldn't leave anytime soon and as (Name) was bored and without his what to do Robin asked him to go buy them candy and Finney, (name) agreed he would take the opportunity to buy a present for Gwen, Finney's sister and the girl who made him feel thousands of butterflies in his stomach he plans to tell her eventually clear, he just needs to work up the courage to do it.

(Name) can't remember how or when he can only remember a white-faced cloaked gentleman dropping his groceries on the floor and him going to help and then he can only remember hearing a groan of pain coming from the man after get kicked and he tries to run only to feel an extra weight on his body and his head collide with the ground and then... he didn't see anything else.

(name) went through hell before he died, if he closed his eyes he could remember the leather belt that liked to paint his skin in shades of red and then turn to purple. He remembers screaming, crying and begging as he said he was going to be a good boy, he asked him to stop and he never did.

When he joined the other boys he spent most of his time crying, Vance nicknamed him the "cry baby" but couldn't help but end up clinging to him, but in fact in whom the dark haired boys found a kind of of solace had come to Griffin, when (name) saw Griffin the first thing he felt was an instinct to protect he felt the need to take care of the boy. It took a long time for (name), to "accept" his fate then he didn't cry anymore, he couldn't, he just felt pain and anger, anger because he didn't live his life as he should, no one lived there, and that was unfair to all of them.

He felt pain thinking about his family, pain thinking about his mother and his uncle stayed when he didn't come home that day, he wonders if Robin blamed himself too much when he found out about her disappearance, and there's Gwen, he thinks about her a lot. wish he had told her before, if he knew it would be like this would he do it all differently? He wasn't sure what would happen, he just knew he wouldn't have stopped to help that day, and he hated himself for it.

[inkdemon666]

Hello people on Tumblr! I'm new person on Tumblr so if i did something wrong while posting please let me know in the comments in not rude way. Please don't judge me 😭. My blog will be about whatever catches my fancy and i won't probably be stick to one fandom.

So i've just recently seen the black phone and it was hella amazing. So, let me introduce you my freshly cooked AU.

In my AU, the ghost boys (or casper crew, shadow kids whatever are you calling i will call them the ghost boys ok) didn't die. The Grabber kept their body's as a trophys frozen in an ice. So they were in some kind of hibernation which caused that they left their bodys for a while (i know it doesn't make any sense but if you don't like it don't read it 🙃 no hate pls). So when Finney gets out of the basement the police and doctors discover that there are five frozen kids in the basement and takes them to the hospital (including Finney).

It will maybe be like a story but i don't really know how long will i keep it up.

Just enjoy 😊

TW: GORE (maybe), MENTION OF ABUSE

*PART ONE*

Finney was sitting in the car of their dad when someone patted his shoulder. It was a doctor.

,,Hey kid. I know you want to go home but you must come with us. We gotta make sure you're okay."

Finney nodded and stepped out of the car. His younger sister Gwen asked the doctor:

,,Can i come to see him in the hospital?"

The doctor said:

,,Of course sweetheart. But we must take him with us now and run some tests to see if he's really okay."

,,Alright."

Finney stepped out of the car when he heard policeman yelling:

,,All of you come here! We need some help!"

Finney was concerned so he stopped for a moment.

,,We got a pulse! Hurry! Take him to the hospital!"

,,What are they talking about?" thought Finney. Then he saw something really shocking. It was Robin. On a stretcher.

,,Robin?!"

Finney started running towards Robin to make sure he is not dreaming.

Someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

,,Woah there kiddo, easy. Don't worry your friend is in good care. We can drive you both in the same wagon."

Then he took Finney inside an ambulance car.

,,You sit here okay. It may be kinda tight since you're and your are not the only ones we found."

Finney was beyond shock.

,,Not the only ones?!"

Then they laded Robin inside as well. Finney couldn't believe his own eyes. How is that even possible? He saw Robin's ghost, he heard him through the phone!

,,Another one."

,,Another?" thought Finney. Then he saw how they laded in Bruce's body. Finney didn't know what was going on, but he was happy that at least those two were alive. He studied Robin's body. Finney was absolutely horrified when he studied closer. Robin had so many bruises all over his body that it was impossible to count them all. He had a blood on his neck and arms as also face. His hair had blood in them also. Finney was lost of words.

,,Another one!"

,,Another one?!" ran throught Finneys mind.

When he saw who they laded in this time he was shocked. Vance. Vance Hopper. But, how can it be?

,,Here he comes!"

They laded Billy in as well. Finney was getting feeling that this is dream more and more.

,,The last one!"

Then he saw Griffin. He studied all of them. Bruce had a nasty scar through his right eye. Vance had visibly broken nose. Billy had a scar on his left cheek as well. And Griffin throat was sliced through. But he wasn't bleeding and still had pulse. How? But they all had something in common: bruises all over the body, and stab wounds.

,,Robin?!" Finney recognized that voice. Robin's uncle.

,,Mr. Arellano?"

,,Finney? Is that you? Oh thank God you're okay."

The doctor asked: ,,You are a family of one those boys sir?"

,,Yes."

,,Then you can come inside."

,,Thank you."

Robin's uncle stepped in.

,,Robin!" He cuddled Robin's head in his and held his forehead against Robin's forehead.

,,Thank goodnes!"

Then Finney heard some other, but also familiar voice.

,,Bruce? Where is he?" There was Bruce's family. His mother, father, and his younger sister, Amy. They were speaking with the doctor.

,,I'm sorry, i'm afraid only one of you can go. We don't have that much space."

,,Can i go mom?" Amy pleaded.

,,Please?"

,,Of course you can sweetheart. Take good care of him."

,,I will."

Then Amy stepped in the car and yelled immediatly: ,,Big brother!" And hugged him. Amy reminded Finney so much of Gwen. And he imagined himself in Bruce's pozition. Amy started to cry.

,,I missed you so much!"

Then there was another voice

,,Let me in! That's my son!"

Then a man stepped in the car. Finney didn't recognized him at first, but he discovered it when they eyes met. Those blue eyes ... same blue as eyes that Vance has.

,,Vance!" the man sat next to stretcher where Vance was lying. He put his hand on his forehead and whispered:

,,My boy..." a river of tears started to flow.

,,Where? Where is he?" another voice, also belonged to a man.

,,There? Thank you."

And Finney saw a tall man step in the car. This was sure on the first sight. Billy's dad.

,,Billy?!"

He hugged him and kissed him on thr forehead.

,,Griffin? Griffin?!"

The last voice belonged to woman. She stepped in and in an instant sat next to Griffin. She hugged him and started to sob.

,,My baby!"

Finney couldn't help but wonder, how it is like to see your child like this. Then the car started to move. And they were heading to the hospital.

Ugh finaly done! Part 2 coming soon. Hope you like it.

[lost-cause-bitch]

I love you 💕

[deadbydad]

Kiss in the Water - A Lily Hopper x Oliver Arellano First Kiss Fic

Lily Hopper is the daughter of Vance Hopper and Bruce Yamada She is my OC Oliver Arellano is the oldest son of Robin Arellano and Finney Blake He is also my OC Please do not use them without my permision!

It was too hot for school, or at least that's what Lily thought.

It was even worse that the summer is lasting two months longer than is should be, and it's in the middle of October.

The blonde has always loved the Winter, it was the season that gave her the best memories.

Playing in the snow with her parents, Vance and Bruce, is something she wishes she could do everyday, even if the cost of it makes her catch a cold.

It wasn't that she hated the heat, hell Summer was her second favorite season, but there just aren't a lot of good memories that she can think of that happened during the warm season.

Lily doesn't think that'll change anytime soon.

Walking past other teens in the hall and making her way out the doors, she covered her eyes with the back of her pale hand so that the bright sun wasn't blinding her.

"Should've brought my sunglasses," Lily muttered under her breath as she started walking towards the tree that her and her friend Oliver would meet at after school.

Oliver Arrelano.

The oldest son of Robin and Finney Arellano, who happen to be close friends with her parents since they went to school together.

Lily and Oliver have been friends since they were three, and a few years later Kenny, Oliver's younger brother, came into the group.

They were her best friends, but there was something about Oliver that made her want them to be more than that.

Call it a crush or love, the blonde doesn't know how to describe how she felt towards the male but it was something that she can't tell Oliver, she doesn't want to ruin the friendship that they have.

Lily stopped walking when she noticed that Oliver and Kenny were already waiting for her at the tree, giving them a wave when they made eye contact.

"It's too hot for this shit," the female claimed as she stood next to the older male who nodded in agreement.

"I'm heading over to my friends house," Kenny told his older brother as he started walking away before giving Lily a high five.

"Okay, have fun!"

Lily watched the younger boy start running in the direction towards what she was assuming to be his friends house and let out a giggle when the boy almost tripped over a stone.

"Has he always been that clumsy," the blonde asked as she helped Oliver grab his bag off the dirt, letting out a laugh when she heard the older male groan before grabbing it out if her hands before pulling it over his shoulders with a huff.

"He's at that age, but me and mom think that he gets it from dad," Oliver admitted.

Lily hummed as she started following the male towards where they usually hang out on Fridays.

"How was the test?"

"It was okay, I just hope that I passed." Lily hummed in response as she stared at the road in front of her.

It was silent the rest of the walk towards the lake that they both lived close to, but it was comfortable and the female was thankful for that. The thoughts in her head can get too loud sometimes and quiet is something she sought out a lot.

Oliver just happened to be the thing that can stop the thoughts.

After walking for thirteen more minutes, the two teens finally stopped at a wooden dock that lead to a beautiful clear lake.

The water was never too cold, if you asked Lily, it was just right and always cooled her down, she also went to this place when she needed to calm down and be alone.

"Thank fuck you had this idea Oliver," the blonde said to her friend as she took off her shoes and socks before sitting down at the edge of the dock and slipped her feet into the water, sighing when she felt the cold water against her skin.

"Well, it is too hot for anything, so why not go here for a few hours," Oliver replied as he repeated her actions and sat down next to her and let out a shiver at the cold water. The female laughed quietly at her friend, finding it cute that he too hated the burning heat even though he loved Summer.

Starting to cool down, Lily looked around the lake before stopping to admire Oliver. His dark curly hair that was slightly damp from the sweat that was on his forehead, his hazel eyes that always shined whenever he saw her or his family, and the freckles that complimented the dark skin on his face.

Lily couldn't stop looking, and she was fine with that.

"So, you never told me how your day was." The female turned away to look at the clear blue water that was surrounding her feet as it moved when she kicked her feet slowly in the water.

"You never asked," Lily answered.

"Oh so I have to ask now," the male asked teasingly, causing the blonde to roll her eyes and gently push his shoulder and letting a smile appear on her face when she heard her friend let out a laugh at the action.

"You tend to ask a lot of questions."

Oliver let out a dramatic gasp which Lily repeated.

"It's true," the female stated as she pointed a finger at the other teen.

The next thing she knew she was letting out a surprised yelp when she was pushed off the dock and into the cold lake, causing her to instantly swim up to the surface and take a deep breath of air, swimming to keep herself a float as she glared at Oliver, who was laughing at her.

Lily splashed the male.

"Oh you wanna play that game huh," the female muttered under her breath as she grabbed the males arm and pulled him down so he was too surrounded by water. The teen let out a loud laugh when Oliver swam up for air and just looked at her in shock.

"What the fuck," Oliver said as he swam away from Lily which only ended up in her following him.

"Hey, you asked for it," the blonde answered honestly as she once again splashed her friend which earned her a splash of cool water coming down on her.

The too teens laughed as they looked at how soaked the other was, it will be a pain walking home later but Lily didn't have it in her to care, she was just happy to be with Oliver right now.

The female watched Oliver with curousity when he swam closer to her and stopped when the male's face was close to hers, causing the blonde's face to turn red as she stared into his hazel eyes that burned into her blue ones.

"You know, your hair looks good when it's wet," the male admitted as he pushed a soaked curl behind her ear and Lily wrapped her fingers around his wrist but not pulling his hand away, instead she pulled it down so it was resting on her cheek.

The two teens kept looking at each other in silence that was filled with tension, something that made the female bite her lip as she looked at Oliver's lips, wondering what they would feel like against her own. Would they be soft or chapped?

Her questions was answered when she gasped in surprise when Oliver put his other hand on the her other cheek and gently pulled her in for a kiss, Lily tensing up in shock. Oliver pulled away instantly and had a panicked look on his face, one that the female hated and never wanted to see it come across his handsome face.

"Fuck I'm sorry Lily I shouldn't have done that. You can hate me if you want I will completely understand-"

Lily cut him off as she placed her arms around his neck and dragged him into another kiss, this time relaxing into it as she felt the male wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him, both not caring that they were freezing as they only felt the warmth radiating off the others body.

The female smiled against his soft lips as she tangled her fingers in the other teens wet hair. She never wanted this to end and almost started to think that this was a dream and that she's gonna wake up in her bed, but knew that this was real and that this was actually happening.

Lily couldn't be happier.

Oliver pulled away from the kiss and looked into the females eyes, his eyes filled with love and adoration for her, his smile wide and only for her.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Oliver whispered between them as if it was a secret only between them, which if you asked Lily it was.

"Fuck I've thought about doing that so much," Lily admitted as she rested her forehead against his as she held onto the male as if he was going to disappear.

"Do tell, how long have you been thinking about that?"

"How long have you been wanting to do that?"

"Ever since we were six," the male answered honestly as he brushed his lips against hers.

"Same here." Lily kissed him again, this time their lips moving in sync, a feeling that the female swears she'll never get tired of.

The blonde was the one to break the kiss this time when she felt Oliver's body shiver, telling Lily that it was time to get out and go home.

"Hey, let's get out and go home, yeah," the teen offered her now lover who nodded in agreement as they both swam towards the dock and climbed up so they were standing on it.

The two teens put on their shoes, not caring that their feet were too soaked at the moment, only caring about the fact that they just kissed.

Starting to walk home, Lily grabbed the males hand and intertwined their fingers as she looked at him and gave the male a big smile which Oliver repeated with his own.

She couldn't stop feeling his soft lip against her own, which she wasn't complaining about, she wanted to feel that for as long as she can.

Once they made it to the females house, the two teens looked at each other, Oliver pressing a small kiss against Lily's own which she instantly relaxed into before she had to pull away.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Oliver asked which the female nodded at.

"Of course, can't leave you alone for a whole day, that would just be too cruel," Lily teased which earned her a kiss on the cheek.

"You're always right, you know that?"

"Don't boost my ego," the female warned with no threat in her voice, "and aren't you supposed to be home in five minutes." The blonde let out a few giggles when Oliver groaned when she mentioned it.

Oliver gave her one last kiss before walking down the path that lead away from her house, turning around and giving her a smile and a wave before heading home.

Lily Hopper wasn't afraid to admit that she was in love with this boy, and she couldn't be any more happier.

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I'm sorry this took so long to write, but I finally got it done and I fucking loved writing this!

I hope you guys enjoyed this adorable fic, and I hope you guys love these two as much as I do!

I hope you guys enjoy, and I love all of you!

@vanneyiscanon, @missunytheartist, @dontknow3792u4, @nyxbatz

[star-touched-shrike]

Jfc I don’t draw but I keep imagining an art piece of Finney lying on the mattress, curled up, and trying to sleep, with ghost!Robin lying next to him, maybe hugging him from behind, but Finney is in focus, whereas Robin is blurred/translucent/fading away. Finney doesn’t realize Robin’s there — not yet, at least

[bunny-lou]

Good Boy, Part 2 - (The Black Phone Fic, hurt!Finney Shaw)

Part 1

Summary: The Grabber only wanted to play Naughty Boy. He didn’t actually want a Naughty Boy. No, the Grabber wanted a Good Boy, a Sweet Boy, a Loving Boy.

And Finn is prepared to be anything he needs to survive. 

(Not a linear continuation of this fic, but I'm working more on the situations, like how Finney came to this position of playing the good boy for the Grabber.)

Warnings: Child abuse, child grooming, inappropriate relationship between adult and minor, non-consensual voyeurism, a kidnapped child is forced to do whatever his kidnapper wants. Anything that is done or implied in the movie also takes place in this fic.

He had been prepared to escape that night. After speaking with Robin. Finney was set, he was prepared, he was going to free himself or die trying. 

But no. Not die. He had promised that to Robin. His friend’s death would not be in vain. Finney couldn’t die because if he did, Robin’s death meant nothing. 

All of their deaths would have meant nothing. 

(Not like Finney hadn’t been under enough pressure that night.) 

He had held the phone tightly, packed with dirt, heavy in his hand with enough weight to hurt, to kill, and he felt so strong and tough, like a man, and he was ready to fight until the Grabber came down with an ax. 

A phone against an ax. How fucking laughable. 

None of them had mentioned an ax and Finn had just enough time to be bitter about that until the Grabber says ‘I used a knife on the rest of them, but I got an ax for you, Finney. Because you are special.’ 

And the Grabber had swung and Finney had ducked and dropped the phone in his panic. He had no weapon now and even if he got his hands back on the phone, what good would it do? 

But he couldn’t die. He couldn’t let Robin’s death mean nothing. 

Finney wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t a child. He was 14, he knew what adults did. He knew what The Grabber wanted him for. The Grabber watched him sleep, would push his hair behind his ear, would leer anytime Finney’s shirt bunched up and exposed the skin of his sides. 

‘You are special.’ 

He was a creepy man who (as far as Finney knew at the time) lived alone and kidnapped a boy to keep in his basement with the promise that he would never do anything Finney didn’t like. 

Even though the Grabber never touched him or said it, Finney wasn’t stupid. He knew what it all meant. 

The Grabber had staggered with the swing of the ax, clearly not used to the weight. (He must not have been lying when he said he used a knife on the others.) Finney had seen the opportunity to live, at least another day, in that moment. 

So, with a will to live but without a weapon, and after weeks of starvation and hungry stares, Finney leaned forward and kissed the Grabber. 

(If the Grabber hadn’t been wearing a mask, and it was their bare lips touching, Finney doesn’t know if he could have done it.) 

The plastic was hard against his lips and Finney pushed so desperately that he bruised his mouth, but he could hear the gasp beneath the mask. The noise was so audible, Finney could almost feel the Grabber’s mouth dropping open beneath the fake face. 

Behind him, the ax had clattered to the ground. Finney had stayed frozen, lips pressed against plastic lips, on his tip toes 

(because he was just a kid, dammit, and this wasn’t supposed to happen and he wasn’t supposed to be here and he was supposed to be at school and playing baseball and watching cartoons with Gwen and having his first kiss with someone his age, not some older man who wanted to murder him) 

and with his hands on the Grabber’s face, partially to keep his balance and partially to really sell it. 

Neither of them moved or said anything and as long as nothing changed, Finney was still alive, so he was afraid to be the first to do anything but stay right there. He would have stayed like that for the rest of his life if it meant the rest of his life would simply exist. 

But slowly, broad hands reached for him, one on his back and one on his hip, the way Finney’s father would sometimes hold his mom before she killed herself and everything became awful. The way lovers hold each other. 

“Oh Finney.” The Grabber says. Finney doesn’t move off the plastic lips, he doesn’t have to for the Grabber to speak. “I knew you were special.” 

[bunny-lou]

So far, you’ve been the only person I’ve seen who has actually captured The Grabber’s whole character. And who he is and what he is and does. Without straying from any of it. While personally not a fan of reading such things, as I’m sure others would agree. I’m beyond impressed with how creepy you made it without being afraid to go where you had to. And I’m very happy to see someone not only not write some weird obsessed fic but actually take the characters for what they were and intended to be.

Warnings for a discussion of a film called The Black Phone, which deals with a young boy being abducted and abused by a much older man.

I was soooo nervous about posting this, so thank you for reaching out to me. I've had a very difficult relationship with writing lately and I'm trying to grasp on to anything that sparks a desire to flesh out a story and characters.

I found the Grabber fascinating as we never get clarification on why he does what he does. There are scenes that point to it being sexual perversion (he is partially undressed as he waits with a belt at the top of the stairs, his line of "I'll never do anything that you don't like"), but it's never confirmed (he never tries anything with Finney, none of the past victims mention anything sexual, the police never go that angle).

I've seen a theory floating around that the Grabber envies childhood innocence and wants to capture it and preserve it in his basement. Theories of him being abused or having a rough childhood that create this desire to reclaim an innocence that was taken from him.

I think his motive is a little bit of both. The Grabber is creepy and an abuser and he's obsessive with Finney (watching him sleep, wanting Finney to tell him his name) and that's the route I wanted to take. The Grabber wants a reason to punish Finney (evident in the game Naughty Boy) but also says Finney is special and he wants Finney to want the things he does. At the same time, I saw Finney as needing to do whatever he needed to survive so that Robin's death was not in vain - Finney won't be killed the way his friend and all those other boys were. Finney will survive, even if that means he won't get to live.

This dark and heavy material is not for everyone, which is why I put a lot of warnings in that post and on here. Everyone should be safe in their fandom and know full well what a fic is before they consent to reading it.

Thank you very much for reaching out and enjoying it. I was so nervous to post this because of my own hiatus from writing lately, but also the dark themes. It means a lot that you took the time to read and say something!

If anyone is interested in reading my little (unedited) piece, check it out here and please heed the warnings.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40454043

I never talk about my wips on this site, because 98% of the time, I scrap the wip and start another. But guess what?! This is the rare 2% of times I actually finished my wip, so y’all get to see it!

This is absolute self-indulgence. I wanted to see this happen, so I wrote it. Have at it.