#theblackphone

[ranchiballz]

I hate that damned movie.

Vance doesn’t like asking for affection. His ego is WAY too big. so he’s gonna scare it out of you instead.

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Language, 🧿, 🌸

“I can't believe you made me watch that.” You said as you walked hand in hand with Vance.

“I can't believe you've never seen it!” He said with a hint of surprise in his voice. One thing Vance loved was making you scared. Scary movies? Yep. Sneaking up behind you? Check. Calling you in the middle of the night saying he sees you? Definitely. Making you watch Jaws, then taking you to a lake to swim so you will huddle up in his arms because of the “sharks”? Welp, that was his plan this time.

“Seriously, Vance. Last night I was trying to take a bath but I couldn't because I thought a shark was going to eat me. So thank you.” You said with sarcasm lacing your tone. You knew why he did it. You didn't mind clinging to him, but his ego is too big to ask. Instead, he makes you watch a stupid horror movie, the kind that scares the living shit out of you so that you are forced to shove your face in his arm

“You are so fuckin welcome” Vance chuckled out loud. He would have made a witty quip if he wasn't so concerned about where he was. He looked around, trying to find the familiar dirt path in the lush, green, forest. He wasn't was lost, just too distracted by the idea of you shaking in his arms. This was his most genius idea yet, surprised himself when he thought of it. I mean, you were the smart one, you came up with all the good date ideas. All he did was tag along. You pretty much-planned everything. The food, how you would get there, what you were going to do, who was going to be there so Vance wouldn't get in a fight. That last one really only worked 50% of the time. Vance looked around some more trying to find the familiar stone that looked like a V. This place was pretty much sacred to him, it's where his mom used to take him as a kid when they needed to get away from his father. Those were bitter-sweet memories. So this was really big for him. But he was willing to share it with someone who was a big part of his life.

“Oh Hey! That stone looks like a heart!” You mused

“No it looks like a V.” He retorted

“A V is just a thin heart.” You said back. The look you gave him said, “ I'm cute so you have to agree with me”. He had to agree with you, because well… He didn't know why, maybe he was just feeling generous today.

“Your right it's a heart, now come on that's the path”. Vance agreed, pulling you towards the path.

“So where are you taking me anyways?” You questioned. You had never seen this place or even heard him talk about it. The way he made his way through the forest made it seem like he had been here 100 times. ‘I swear to god, Vance Hopper if you lead me to some haunted cabin in the words I'm gonna-’

“We’re here.” He announced. You didn't know where he had taken you but it was beautiful. It was an enchanting view. The Colorado pines were so tall, and they made everything smell like Christmas. The crystal clear, bright blue water shimmered like glass in the sun. It was so clear that you could see the ridged stones bunched up together. Your hand slowly slid out of Vance's as you walked off onto the creaky, old, wooden dock. You marveled at the view, “this is a lot better than a haunted cabin in the woods” you whispered to yourself. You were about to say something to Vance until you heard loud stomping noise behind you.

“WOOHOO!” Vance shouted as he jumped into the water, splashing you when he landed. Laughing, you shook head, ‘what a kid’. Your joy ended up quickly when he didn't come back up.

“Vance?” You called out. No answer.

“Stop messing around and come back up.” You demanded. Still no answer. At this point, you were becoming very distraught. ‘Why hasn't he come up yet?’

“Vance!” You yelled. You were freaking out at this point. You got on your hands and knees, looking down into the water searching for a single glimpse of gold.

“WRHAA!”

“AHHH!” You screamed and fell backwards on your ass.

“VANCE HOPPER! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You thundered. He fell back into the water, laughing hysterically. Your heart was going 100 miles an hour, it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. You were so mad at him right now. You knew he was going to do something like this. He was so irritating sometimes.

Your thoughts did a complete 180 when you saw him swimming around and laughing. Laughing loud too. It was very rare that you saw him like this. Usually, you were the one laughing at something, he would just let out his “cool guy” chuckle. As you stared, he continued to move his arms in a circular motion swimming backward. You loved his smile because you knew he was genuinely happy when he was, and that made you happy. Your eyes moved to his wet hair. It was still curly, but dark and flat instead of golden and poofy. His bangs stuck to his forehead, and the ends of his hair flowed in the water. Then your eyes moved a little lower to his-

“You gonna get in or you just gonna sit there and stare?” Vance mocked. You had been caught. He caught you. You noticed that he caught you. He noticed that you noticed. Your face became warmer than the summer sun. ‘How embarrassing, i’m going to go die in a hole now.’ You got up from the dock and walked back to your things. to try to get rid of this feverish feeling you had. You looked at his clothes, carelessly piled up in a bunch on the dirt. ‘wait.’

“Yes, I have shorts on!” He shouted out, basically sensing your panic. You gave a nervous chuckle before taking off your own clothes. You hung up your clothes on a nearby tree branch right before walking back to the edge of the dock.

“I’m not jumping in by the way.” You informed him

“What? Why not just jump in? You’re not scared are you?” Vance said slyly.

“No, I'm not scared! I just don't want to get in right now.” You defended, avoiding his eyes

“I didn't come here to be watched by you like some stalker” He retorted. ‘I hate him’ you thought to yourself ‘that's not true I actually really like him, damn feelings’. You mentally punched yourself as you sighed. You picked yourself up and took a few steps back. You then took a few quick steps forward and jumped far out into the water. ‘Please don’t be cold’. You crashed into the water, immediately tensing up from the contact. ‘Oh great, it’s cold.’ You quickly rushed to the surface, gasping for air. You swam over to where you could touch, just a little closer to the dock than Vance. He gave you a genuine smile, and you smiled back taking in this moment because you knew you weren’t going to have it forever. It was a perfect moment, Just you and him, but you know, he has to ruin everything.

“SHARK!” Vance screamed while pointing out into the open. The amount of fear your felt at that moment was ASTRONOMICAL. You basically leapt onto Vance, looking around the water while subconsciously climbing up him as your attempt to get out. ‘This is a lake Y/N’. Your fear shortly turned into irritation as you slowly turned to face him.

“I hate that damned movie.” You hissed as you glared at him “and I hate you.”

“Yeah whatever, you fuckin liar” He then grabbed your face into his hands. Who leaned in first? He doesn't know, but that doesn’t matter. ‘Mission accomplished’.

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A/N- I wrote this at 5 in the morning yesterday while i was sick so some of it might not make sense. but this story kind of goes along with my main Vance hopper x reader story. But i hope you enjoyed. Luv yuh- ♡g

[thewritersofdeceased]

A JOHN/JANE DOE? - THE GHOST BOYS + FINNEY BLAKE

GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS / THEY/THEM PRONOUNS

INSPIRED BY "THE BALLAD OF JANE DOE"

It's pitch black. Everything is. It's cold. Wherever the hell they were, it was cold. They stood with their eyes closed at first, a couple voices speaking up. One stuck out in particular. It sounded like a young boy.. at least an eleven or twelve year old.. "They don't look like anyone we know.. Do they..?" He seemed to question, but.. who was he talking to? The new ghost didn't know. They felt warmth on their face. A warm liquid. Their eyes remained closed as they tried figuring out what was happening. They felt a poke to their side. Another person was here with them..? This time, the figure seemed a little bit further away. "No. We don't know them, Griffin." This voice was annoyed. Seemed it at least. 

"Be nice, Vance." A voice warned. This seemed to be a boy around the same age as this.. Vance boy.. Slowly, but surely, the new figure opened their eyes, looking between what seemed to be five or six boys.  A blonde, a light brunette, two dark brunettes, and what seemed to be two ravenette's. They stared between the six, confused on who they were, and what the hell had happened here. Taking a step back from the group, the new figure spoke with a confused tone of voice. "Who are you all." Well.. it didn't sound like a question at all. They looked around at each boy, taking in their features. As if they'd never seen either of them before. But they had. They just didn't know..

The first one was a boy with dirty blonde, or light brunette hair. He stood at 5'3. He appeared to be around thirteen. He was pretty short. The unnamed ghost tried to figure out who he was, but the boy spoke up himself. "Billy.. Showalter.. Or.. the town's paperboy." He introduced himself,  holding a hand out to the newcomer. Who only stared at him with a confused look.  

The next boy seemed to be blonde. An actual.. blonde.  The unnamed ghost stared at him. The boy had a denim jean vest, gambling pieces on the shoulders, a white shirt with blood splattered on it. His nose had blood trailing down, alongside with his lip. And head..  and neck... Now that the unnamed ghost looked between all the boys, they had begun to realize every single one of these boys look like they'd been murdered. Billy had spoken up, seeming as if the blonde didn't seem like he was going to. "That's Vance.. Pinball.. Vance Hopper.." 

Vance only seemed to stare at them with an annoyed look before two boys slightly nudged him away. The two boys were both brunettes with curly hair. One curlier than the other.  The unnamed ghost looked between them both, silent at first. The smaller young wore a grey  shirt, black shorts, what seemed to be long socks and white or grey shoes. His neck appeared to be slit. He had blood all down his shirt. He went to speak, looking at the unnamed figure. There was hesitation in his voice. "I'm.. Griffin. I was the first victim.." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and hissing out softly.

"Careful." The other brunette had said softly. He was wearing a blue and white shirt, jeans and sneakers. He didn't look very bloody, but bruised to the max, Maybe this boy wasn't a ghost? They reached towards the brunette, their hand going through him. It only led the brunette to let a little laugh out. "We'll explain everything afterwards." He spoke, shaking his head before smiling towards the newcomer. "I'm Finney Blake." He introduced himself.

There was two more.  A boy in green, and a boy with a bandana. Both boys had blood on them. These must've been the latest two victims..? The boy with the bandana spoke first. "I'm Robin. And lastly, the one who told Vance to be nice, is Bruce." He introduced the two of them, his arms crossing as he looked around. "Now.. how do we explain... where you are.. without knowing who you are..?" He questioned, beginning to walk around the unnamed figure.

"I.. I do not.. know. How I can answer your question." The unnamed figure spoke, turning to look at Robin as he walked around them. Their white eyes went to every single boys eyes. Making quick eye contact before looking away. They took a couple steps back, at least until they stumbled over the mattress that seemed to be in this stupid, stupid basement. They stared at each boy, trying to figure something out in their head. Before finally, they spoke.

"Isn't there anyone to tell me who I am?" 

[alastors-deerest]

You don't know how long you've been down here, but what's for sure is that you don't think you can last any longer, the darkness that was only seen when you closed your eyes was now everywhere, scattered like painting on a pallet, you curled up on the sheet-less mattress, hoping to somehow get some heat.

You couldn't even remember your own name, and to make things worst, The Grabber only called you 'little girl'.

You dont know how much days, weeks, months or maybe even years since you've been here.

You sat up up on hearing the door to the basement open? 'What is he here for?' You thought to yourself, but your eyes soon widen, he was dragging a boy.

A what seems to be your age boy, he was tall, browned skin, he had long black hair and a bandana(WE ARE MAKING ROBIN SURVIVE THIS ONE)

The Grabber seems to have a hard time fetching the boy in, you have drifted to his arm, covered him blood and deep cuts

The Grabber threw the boy onto the ground, "look after him alright?" He spoke to you, before turning and exit not long after you heard a click, signifying that the grabber had locked the door

You turned to the boy lying on the ground before deciding to put him on the bed

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[lynderman]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐞? (Vance Hopper) Pt.2

Pairing: Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 2,055

Date Published: 8/11/22

Description: Vance could break every girl's heart and not bat an eye. So why was breaking yours so much harder for him?

Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3

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Vance looked at your tear stained face as he placed his hand on your cheek. He had expected you to welcome the embrace like you normally did. Not to shove it away immediately. He felt a tug at his heart when you asked him that question.

"Why not me?"

He didn't like the immense guilt he felt in that moment. The way his heart seemed to stop as you struggled to breathe through your muffled sobs. He didn't like the way you quickly walked away and into the forest. Away from him. Truthfully, he didn't like himself much in that moment. Was it because he forgot your gift? No, it was because he was publicly humiliated in front of dozens of people. Both of those are wrong. He didn't like himself because he knew he had played you. He knew for years, and never did a single thing about it. Not once. He had dated on and off with tons of girls. He left them crying for him, pleading for him to come back. Vance Hopper could break every girl's heart and never bat an eye. Not once.

So why was breaking yours so much harder for him?

Vance began to speed walk after you, shoving through the rest of your party guests. He made it to the steps until a hand gripped his shoulder. He turned and saw Griffin give him a worried look before shaking his head at him. He didn't want to let you just run into a forest late at night alone. But there was nothing he could do since people swarmed around him soon after. Robin and Billy were sort of shouting things at him, asking how he could be so clueless about you. Donna and Finney looked at him like he was stupid. Gwen was off to the side talking to Quinn, making sure she was ok. Then there was Bruce. Bruce looked livid. Like he wanted to kick Vance to the curb.

"Did you hit your head or something?" Vance watched as Bruce stood up to him. "Huh?" Bruce rubbed his temples as he began to scold Vance. "Vance are you that stupid? That clueless? Did your brain just become as empty as your hair product bottles?" Finney put his arm in front of Bruce. "Bruce. C'mon. This isn't how (Y/n) would want-"

"I don't Give two shits about what (Y/n) would want right now! How would you know? How would Vance know? You know what they would want right now? Hm? They'd want Vance to answer their question. Why not them Vance? Why not (Y/n)?" Vance wanted to answer but he couldn't. He didn't know. He didn't know why any of this was happening. He didn't know why you even liked him. Vance wasn't listening to anyone around him. All he could think about was why he couldn't answer the question.

"You don't deserve them, Vance."

"Excuse me?" He took a step closer to Bruce. "You. Don't. Deserve. (Y/n). It's as simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less." Bruce quickly shut up with a punch to his face. Bruce wiped his bloodied lip, mumbling something to himself. Vance was ready to throw another punch until his mom shouted at him. She came running up to Bruce and examined his face to make sure he was ok. She took the opportunity to chew Vance out. This started another argument. Then Quinn jumped in. Then Robin began shouting at Quinn. Then Gwen started to yell at Robin. Everyone was screaming before Vance walked away. No one seemed to notice. He made his way towards the forest as well.

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Vance hadn't made it too far into the forest when he heard the sound of footsteps ahead. He quickened his pace as he called out for his friend. It was hard to look around, as it was past 9:00 at night. He walked a bit deeper into the forest before he heard a yelp. He looked in the direction of the sound. Before he could call out in the night, a scream erupted. It echoed through the forest, followed by even louder ones after. He recognized the scream. It was the same one you had made when you dislocated your knee at the park.

Vance began to sprint in your direction, shoving branches out of his way. He shouted your name louder and louder until he heard you respond.

"VANCE!"

The distress in your voice only seemed to make him run faster. The closer he got, he could see the outline of your shadow kicking and screaming. Someone had a hold of your waist and was attempting to fight you. The person holding you noticed Vance and took that as an opportunity. Vance watched as the culprit took out a can of something and sprayed it in your face, your body seemingly giving up. You were soon thrown into the back of a vehicle, followed by the sound of an engine starting.

He aimlessly chased the Van until he saw it leave through the trails. Shaking and scared, he stood there not knowing what to do. Defenseless and shaking. What could he have done? The only thing he could do now was to tell someone else. So that's what he did. He ran back through the forest, trying to navigate the best he could. By the time he got back, he was out of breath and panting. Small cuts lined his arms from the branches, and Gwen took notice of this. "Vance what's wrong? Are you ok? Where's (Y/n)? Why are-"

"They’re gone."

“What'd you mean gone? Gone as in went home or-" Vance cut her off when he hurriedly walked away trying to find the adults. Your parents and his didn't get a chance to scold him since Vance began to panic. "Did you get (Y/n)?" Vance shook his head. He explained In the best way he could what happened. Your parents looked mortified. Your father ran to his car to drive to police station, while your mom began to frantically make her way to the forest.

Soon all of the guests were searching everywhere. The forest, the amphitheater, the surrounding trails, everything. When your father eventually made his way back, he was in the passengers seat of a cop car. Several cops trailed behind and began to help search. Everyone was looking until the next morning. But that didn't mean everyone stopped. Vance continued the next day despite his mom's concerns. He looked everywhere. The diner, the music shop, the park. Even the back alley's behind the bars. But no one succeeded in the search.

Over the next week, the town mayor had made a public announcement. There was a curfew set out over the town. Children had to walk in pairs. Your parents even put out a $650 reward for anyone who could find you. They rarely slept for the following weeks. Your father sat by the front door every night, waiting for you to walk through the door and set your bags down like usual. But you never did.

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The following months seemed to go by slower and slower. Nothing felt the same to Vance anymore. His streak of not fighting anyone had ended. He was failing even more classes. Everyone around him seemed to dislike him more. People had accused him of things that he would never do. Sure, he beat a kid to a pulp before, but murdering his own best friend was a bit of a stretch. Quinn still stuck by his side. So did Finney, Billy, and Griffin. But other people didn't bother to spare him a glance.

Things started to escalate when more children were taken. Yet, these were only weeks apart. Whoever was taking the kids had no concern of being caught. After a good 4 months, there were no kidnappings. The town seemed to relax. But how could they? There were 6 missing children and everyone just forgot about them?! Everybody except Vance seemed too. He couldn't forget how he saw you taken right before his eyes.

Nor could he forgive himself.

He couldn't forgive himself for standing there, watching as you were abducted. The way he stood there, the vehicle speeding away. But he mainly couldn't forgive himself for the way he treated you. He soon realized that you were right. Quinn had taken up a lot of his time. Ditching you became a constant routine. You were never invited anymore. There were no more movie nights together. No stargazing. No nothing.

He couldn't forget the look on your face either. The way you looked at him with defeat and hatred. He often tried to push the night of your party out of his head and replace it with more pleasant memories of you. Like the time you taught him how to play guitar in your living room. Or when you came to his recital and threw your arms around him because you were so proud of him. And all the times you would watch the stars and talk about your ambitions in life.

He liked to remember your smile. The way your chipped tooth stuck out to him when you would beam at him. The way you would laugh at the stupidest things. He always found it cute. His favorite thing to remember was the way you held him.The way you welcomed him with open arms despite all his wrong doings. How how you were the only person he ever opened up to. All those times you would Clean his wounds and check up on him after fights. You loved Vance for himself, and he never understood that. All he ever wanted was to be loved. He seemed to forget that you deserved to be loved too.

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One muggy evening, Vance got called downstairs by his mom. He typically would ignore her, but he could hear the chatter of multiple people downstairs. Putting away an old box of polaroids, he got up and made his way to the kitchen. When he turned the corner, he saw the town sheriff, his parents, and Mr. (L/n) all around the table. When the sheriff saw Vance, he went quiet. So did the others. "Look, if this is about the go-go mart then I-"

"We found (Y/n)."

Vance gave the sheriff a confused look before turning to his mom. She wasn't looking at him. She was softly crying into her husbands's shoulder. Vance walked to them and looked out the door, as if he expected you to be waiting outside. "Just…not in the way we hoped to." He added. Vance didn't have to ask for clarification because your father gave it to him. "They found (Y/n)'s body along with the other missing children." Vance froze. "Body?"

The sheriff patted Vance's back as he frowned. "I'm sorry for your loss, son." With that, he said goodbye and left through the backdoor. Mrs.Hopper's sobs became louder as her husband hugged her fully. Vance turned to Mr. (L/n) with shock. He walked over and embraced Vance. "I'm sorry Vance." Vance stood there as he hugged him. He didn't know what to do. This was all his fault. If he had just spent more time with you. If only he had gotten you a birthday present. As Vance stepped back, he couldn't help but cry.

"I'm sorry Vance. I know how close the two of you were. You meant a lot to my kid. And I'm very grateful that you were there for them till the end. I don't want you to blame yourself either. It wasn't your fault. Nothing was. You're just a kid. You did everything in your power to help, and that means everything to our family. I know that (Y/n) would forgive you. So I hope one day you can forgive yourself as well."

The backdoor hit the frame as Mr. (L/n) left. Vance's parents hugged him as he silently cried into their arms. He wanted to say goodbye. He wanted to turn back time and tell you how much he appreciated you. How much he cared for you. How much he loved you. His crying turned into whimpers as his mother hugged him tightly. Why did it have to end this way? Why were you taken? Why not him?

Why didn't he choose you?

[ivanzplaid]

i fr love the black phone but never see any fics where the reader is a guy, so i thought id contribute in a timely manner, but im also still getting used to writing him so pls cut me some slack, i kinda hate it but i wanna put out something🙏🙏 requests r amazing and so r comments and notes

i made another quick fic based on a request if yall wanna check it out👍

Warnings: Kidnapping, possessive/obsessiveness, language, harsh treatment

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I'm trying my best

The gravel sunk under your feet as you took another step, trudging home from school on your way to visit Robin, whom caught you in school asking for more tutoring. Even though you were years older, it was never any hard work to help an old friend, he and you had always been there in each others lives.

With the air starting to grow colder, you took a right onto the neighborhood. The neighborhood lined with 'Missing Children' posters came into view, and automatically you felt claustrophobic, the constant reminder of the quick disappearances of multiple kids who you knew made this street all the worse. No cars, no body outside, and maybe it was bias, but it felt colder there than anywhere else.

You knew you had no choices but to keep walking, you knew Robins house was less than ten minutes and you had already promised him. Taking a deep breath, you continued, making your way around the rigid fence, keeping your head down to not be noticeable. Walking along the fence wasn't bad, until you heard a car door ahead slam shut, and heavy footsteps walking in your direction.

"Why hello! I'm so sorry to bother you on your walk, but you see, I'm supposed to be delivering to this street- uh,, Klerison? Could you point me in the right direction?"

That shouldve been your first red flag. Why didnt he just stay in his car to ask, or go somewhere busier, but it hadnt slipped in your mind yet, so as anyone would, you, uncomfortably walked towards the taller man to help. As you walked on, you noticed he was in peculiar clothing, a black golfing shirt? and an oddly long red undershirt that hugged his neck nicely. His white face paint gave him a stranger look, but the top hat and outfit pull it all together in a weird way.

"Uh yeah, youre gonna wanna go east of here, it'll be near the grocery store off route five."

You could see his smile grow, and his eyes light up, almost as if something else came to mind. You looked up to speak to him, and his eyes darted to yours, holding the gaze till he mentioned something else. His voice soft and jolly while he kept intimidating yet secure eyes on you.

"What a sweet boy! Hey, for that, why don't I give you something nice, as a reward?"

He motioned for you to go to the back with him, and out of kindness you obliged, checking your watch just to make sure you have time.

With a swift opening, the back door of the van opened, and out came a bundle of black balloons.

"You see, I'm a magician, and I thought it'd be nice to give you something from my act,"

He them pulled out the balloons and something else, and began shaking the unknown object. You were slightly freaking out, why would a stranger you so many balloons and why were you still listening to him, but your thoughts were cut short from a quick fist to your jaw with pain shooting everywhere in your face, then a canister spraying something in your mouth.

Your instincts kicked in, late, but still tried to help. Kicking and punching was the go to, but before your body was submerged in the van, you scratched his face and arms in an attempt of escape, but the canisters affect had already started, and you just got weaker, and in the end, fate chose him over you.

Waking up, the first odors that hit you were repugnant. Brass and copper filled your nose before you could process anything else, and you crawled back to escape them, but they just kept swarming you. You tried to open your eyes, but your vision was entirely obscured, blurry surroundings only made your heart race, but not as much when you saw a figure sitting at the edge of your ratty mattress.

"Fucking bitch, I should've hit you harder, you see what you did to me?"

You stared blankly at his wound, for some reason it was still open and he hadn't bandaged it, maybe for shock value, but for now your head was pounding, and all you could do was stare. His voice was harder and raspier, a huge change from the man you met asking for directions. But he soon closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at you.

And as moments passes, his body language changed, and he put a hand out to you, a forgiving aura overcame the room in an instance. The outreached hand touched your hair gently, in a caring manner, and you could see him admiring your face. You had no choice but to sit, and with this spared time, you glanced at him. His face covered by a hand crafted devil mask, smiling cruelly at you. You assumed its purpose was to scare, and it was getting the job done, you were frozen as a stranger caressed you in his strange basement.

"I'm sorry, my anger got ahold of me, I don't want to scare you dove. I just wanted to make sure you're ok."

You just nodded, but that seemed to satisfy him, better than when you just stared.

"Well, how about as a present, I'll get you a soda- and maybe a new shirt, yours has a pesky little stain from earlier!"

The magician giggled as he got up, smiling behind the mask. His body motion was slow and prolonging, like he didn't want to leave, but as quick as he came into your life, he brightly stepped out of it, locking the metal door to leave you to your thoughts.

Days had come and gone from your meeting, and he had visited more times than you could count, some of which you weren't awake for, and you and him had gotten to know each other quite a bit. But you did notice that when he wasn't present, he left the door unlocked, maybe it was a trap, maybe he's forgetful, either way, you began scheming.

You had started to pick up on his little game, and you were holding out for just long enough to push him over the brink of exhaustion, him being passed out on the chair gave you perfect way to the door behind him, no lock, and still a way out. You needed to get outside, you could feel your mind slipping and you started to become fond on your kidnapper, and that terrified you.

The night came, and you knew it. In the morning he was distraught and anxious, he lingered longer than usual, watching you eat the breakfast he made, making light talk. He was cracking, and it was something to take advantage of.

You began by opening the door bit by bit. Tonight, he decided to try the game again, but you outstayed him as the night ran longer. Hearing his fragile sleep, you knew to be quick. You slowly unlocked the wooden door, and as suspected, the man was there, belt in right hand, shirt unbuttoned, but dead asleep. Taking careful steps, you brushed passed him, and got your hand on the door handle, twisting it open without a creak, and stepping out.

There was something you didn't take account for,

He had installed a security system for the doors, alarming when someone has been seen outside, and sending a ping to house phone.

Within the moment of hearing the phone ring, you ran, and it didn't take long for him to realize it was you either.

The wind whipped against your face as you booked it from his backyard to the streets, your lungs burning from the sudden amount of physical movement, you hadnt really done anything besides sit in the basement. Your feet were soaring for the first time in ages and you made it onto the sidewalk, and you felt free, the outside of a basic neighborhood had never looked so sweet. Your panting had gotten louder, but that didn't drown the sound of heavy- and angry footsteps behind you.

With a house in reach, you thought you were fine, but as you were taken back and slammed to the grass, right before you had the chance to make it in view of a houselight.

The mans legs soon found their way pinning you down, and a hand went across your hip, then the other fished something out of his pocket.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE-"

You quickly found out the item, a knife found its way to your neck and pressed hard, giving you an unspoken warning.

"If you say one more thing I will not hesitate to fucking show you how far this knife can go into your throat."

His panting was directed onto your shoulder to keep quiet as he frantically held you down, he watched as the houses slowly lost interest and shut off their lights.

His legs soon maneuvered to on top of you, and now you were completely under him, his weight wasn't there for long, as he re-enacted a familiar scene, and raised a fist, landed it against your head, then having your vision quickly send a goodbye. A sense of impending doom rested in your stomach as you felt him in your last moments awake picking you up.

Waking up wasnt only hell from your migraine, but you also found that you were not alone. An angry, but anxiety induced devil mask stared at you, and when you rubbed your eyes, it stood up and clapped his hands once.

"What a lovely stunt from a lovely boy."

You could tell his breathing was hard, and his fists were clutched, shaking ever so slightly, but his raspy voice while speaking only made you tremble while looking up at him. He, however, wasted no time in confronting you, walking right onto your mattress, and sitting infront of you, quickly grapsing your wrist and pulling you towards him. His hot breath once again hitting you. He was grasping your wrists tightly, not letting you get away again.

"Why did you- No! Nothing was right, why did you run? We are fine here! You, you are mine here, nothing else can free you from that, so why not just make it a comfortable living?"

To your surprise, he was upset, not in the way you suspected. He was offended by what you did, intrigued and aggravated that you tried to leave him. Without a warning, he pulled you into him and just held you, feeling that you were there and basking in the moment. He sighed and picked you up,

"Thank god I'm here protecting you, you scraped yourself, lets go get ice and a bandaid."

As he firmly guided you to the stairs, you saw the belt lying on the table with a reminder next to it that described a crude fate that awaited you, and you knew that if you're going to live, you'd have to get friendly with him

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I wrote and edited this in one night because i was too excited, but i also know hes a new character n i need to get to know how to write him better👍👍 So my b if its sloppy, but as always; suggestions/request, likes n reposts r always lit and recommended💪

[aso-calledintellectual]

[papilongsocks]

Robin Arellano x FEM!reader pt.1??

tags: alternate universe, AU, (soon) fluff, time-skips, (soon) flashbacks , confessions, fighting, heartbreak, angst, past trauma?

description: you moved from your old home town after your father had passed. your life back there wasn't the greatest and you had moved to Denver to "start over". you begin to fall slowly for robin. hanging out regularly, and patching him up after fights. (no grabber - only use of the characters!!)

you exited the bus feeling a tad bit nervous, yet happy you were starting at a new school. no more annoying Angela. no more Bryce. a fresh new start as your mother would say. your bag sagged low on your back as you walked towards the School building full of children. a particular surprise caught you off guard seeing a crowd of those children all crowded in a circle further right from the building itself. "beat his ass robin!",voices cheered in the direction of which something was happening. you pushed past the tightly squeezed people to see an aggressive long haired boy wearing a bandanna, on top of some other guy that you couldn't quite get a good look at due to the amount of blood spilling from his head. your mouth opened in shock. what a great way to start school off. you began getting pushed further back by the eager people around you, till you were standing behind them all. "hey watch out!",a voice called a little to late as a baseball hit you square in the face

"ah fuck.",you mutter holding your nose with both hands feeling the thick liquid run down your lip.

"I am so sorry!",the same person spoke bending down to check out the damage

your eyes followed your hands as you pulled them away from your face, revealing blood on either hand.

"holy shit",they muttered scrunching their nose slightly in disgust

you hissed beneath your breath and wiped more blood from your nose. the fight behind you came to a pause as a few people within the crowd came to check out what had happened

"someone get a teacher!"

you scrunched up your nose testing to see if it was broken, which it wasn't. you felt around your face trying to feel anything other then the pain in your nose. the same boy who had hit you seemed more and more worried.

"I swear I didn't mean to hit you!", they said not knowing what to do

"I'm fine nimrod.",you spoke

he seemed shocked by your answer and pulled his hands together, picking at his fingers

"where's the nurses office.",you spoke once again, before seeing a teacher approach the scene. she saw the beat up kid behind me, next to the practically fine bandana kid.

"what on earth has happened here!"

you sniffled, continuously wiping your nose and face on your sleeves.

"both of you are to go to the nurses office. and you robin, are to go straight to the principal after being cleaned up!", the teacher shouted kneeling down to the unconscious boy.

"go on!"

you held your nose and pushed past the worried baseballer, walking along side the boy with the bandana you now knew the name of, robin.

the both of you walked awkwardly beside one another, he was checking out his fucked up hands, and you were worried about your blood dripping on the floor. you followed beside robin as you arrived at the nurses office and sat down on the beds.

"seriously robin? not again.", the nurse huffed as she looked at Robin's hands.

"did you hurt this poor girl?"

you looked ahead at him and said nothing

"no.", he simply spoke

"moose?"

robin nodded.

the nurse moved your hands away from my face, dabbing a wet towel on it and wiping off the excess blood. she handed you a tissue and you plugged your nose, holding it in place. as for robin, she handed him the gauze and let him wrap his hands himself as if she was sick of doing it for him. this must happen a lot. you soon left after robin had started heading towards what seemed to be the principals office. you watched as he walked carelessly through the door and sat down beside the main office door. ______

as the bell rang for the end of the day, your nose still hurt heavily. classes were disrupted by the headaches you were experiencing. your nose was bruised, badly. and you found out the boy that hit you earlier happened to be in your English class. you often caught glancing over at you, which made him quickly look outdoors to the now raining sky. you walked hurriedly outside of the school, trying not to get soaked and pushing past all the taller students swarming around you, when you were pushed forcefully into the wet concrete floor. you felt your hands sting, as you sat up and looked at them. who the fuck? you hissed regaining your balance and standing up. all the people around you kept flooding till they finally broke away entering the busses, and getting on bikes. you dusted yourself off looking around to see if you could make out who had pushed you, or if it was all an accident. it sure didn't feel like one. your palms began to bleed and you sighed heavily. the best first day ever. your bag was soaked and so were you. your bus was a few miles from the school and you had noticed it was about leave. fuck fuck fuck! you ran after it in the pouring rain. water running down your face as you stopped, watching it drive away before you. internal anger began to grow inside of you. balling your fists and holding back a scream. you dropped your bag onto the ground and took a deep breath. "are you okay!?", someone shouted from the school entrance. you glanced back to see the same bandanna boy from earlier, robin. you huffed blowing the water out of your mouth and picking up your bag. you stood there before walking down the street still soaked and shivering. you heard running footsteps approach you and now standing next to you was him. "are you okay?", he asked again "I'm fine." "you don't look fine", he chuckled slightly "leave me alone." "whats your name.", he asked "I said leave me alone?" "funny name.", he scoffed putting his hands into his jean pockets you just stared at him in pure anger. the kind of anger where you just wanted to punch him and make his nose bleed like yours. you heard him try to make conversation but you completely ignored him. you had learned to zone out of conversations you wanted no part in, and it had come in handy. you saw your house close in the foggy distance. "goodbye robin.", you spoke behind gritted teeth "how'd you-", he said making you smile as you entered through your gate and into your house. you felt water drip from your body and onto the rugged door mat. "hi honey-", you mother stopped and glared at you,"what on earth happened to you!?" you stood there, with a bruised nose, soaking wet, scuffed hands and a soggy bag. "i don't want to talk about it.", you lightly laugh and take a step forward before hearing your mother squeal. you looked at her and then at your muddy dripping converse before taking them off and leaving on the porch outside. you made your way upstairs and into your room where you changed from your soaking clothes to something dry. you sat quietly in your room leaning against your closet door and staring at your wall full of Polaroid pictures and fairy lights. your room had a large window beside it where you watched the birds and children play on the playground next door. you closed your eyes trying to tune out the loud yelling coming from downstairs. it was your mother and step father having another minor disagreement about something stupid again. ever since your father died your mother tried moving on, got a new boyfriend and moved away from Texas to start your "new lives." you moved to a shitty two story house, that had next to no space at all. your room was probably the biggest room in the house. your mothers room was just big enough for her and her boyfriend to share and there was a spare room which they used for all the unpacked boxes they still had.

[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-😧😧😧😅😅😅

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

04/05/2023

Request: Open

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[tbp-lover]

I have a feeling a Picnic date with Bruce and Vance would be a total disaster, somebody please do a fanfic about it tho i would devour it

[tbpruinedme]

i genuinely do not think i’ll ever be able to get over the black phone

[ranchiballz]

The Fall

Please read part 1 to this story The Window

Pretty woman by Van Halen is what gave me inspiration but that doesn't mean reader is a woman. just an idea, enjoy luvs ♡

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN! Reader

Word Count: 930

Description: Y/N doesn't like heights, I mean who does

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Insecurity, Fear

      You step through the window, being cautious of your step. Vance still had your hand in his as he guided you across the roof. Your room was on the second floor of your house, so sneaking out was always a hassle. Luckily your garage roof was right outside your window. You and Vance used to sit up there all the time, that was before the spider incident (but that's a story for another day).

"How in the world did you even manage to get up here from the ground?" You asked him.

"The trash cans." He said it as if proud of his strategy.

"So that means there are dents in my trash cans?" His face faded into a guilty grin when you commented.

"Well, maybe but you can always just... undent it." He said as he hopped down from the roof. He did it so effortlessly. He was always jumping from one place to another. You had tried to convince him to join the army, said it would be good for him, and that he was good at taking people out. He didn't deny that, that he could take anyone down, he was a little too aware of it. He later explained how military school was enough for him, and you agreed, saying you didn't want him taken away from you any longer.

You stared down at the ground, then your feet, then him. The more you looked down the dizzier you got.

"Hey, don't look at the ground look at me. It's not that far down anyways, you got it." He said reassuringly. He knew you didn't like heights. He learned that once when you started puking on the school roof. A very interesting day that was.

"You're gonna catch me right?"

"Yes I'm gonna fuckin catch you, what kind of question is that?" He said as he rolled his eyes. He kind of took it offensively, did you not trust him? It's not like you guys haven't done this before. Well from a smaller distance... and in water.

"But what if you lose your footing and fall back when you catch me? Then both of us will get hurt." You said in a worried scream whisper.

"That's not gonna happen" Vance commented quietly while you were freaking out.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT IF YOU HIT YOUR HEAD!" the sweat was already showing on your forehead from thinking about it.

"JUST FUCKIN JUMP!" When Vance said yelled this, a switch went off in your head. You held your breath as you leapt off the ledge. 'I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna crush him, I'm gonna kill him' you thought to yourself. You wholeheartedly expected to feel a hard surface hit your body, but it was large, soft, and warm. Slowly, you opened your scrunched-up eyes. Vance was holding you, one arm under your knees and the other behind your back. He gave you the "was that so bad" look, but the only thing you were focusing on was how it felt to be held again. You hadn't been held like this in years. Like how you were when you were young, it gave you a sense of protection and made you feel like a little kid again. That's how Vance made you feel, like a little kid. You were forced to grow up, be the adult. He made your inner child come out, and you loved it, or loved him? You didn't know, but you loved something about it him.

"Don't look at me like that." You said as you pushed off of him letting him know you wanted down. He gently put you down so that you were standing right in front of him.

"Like what, maybe I just want to look at you." That did it. Heat rose to your face, so you looked away, at the ground. Because the ground was so interesting, hey was that pebble always there? It was awkward for a second, even Vance noticed it. That's another reason you liked Vance. Nobody looked at you. Besides your friends or your siblings, no one did. Not the boys at school who loved poking at the way people looked. Not the girls who judged a person based on their beauty. It's not like you were invisible, I mean people noticed you, but they never really looked at you. Vance did. He was always charmed by you. There were way more attractive people than you that he knew. Maybe he pitied you, maybe this is a bet, a really long bet to see who can go the longest in a relationship with someone random. These thoughts haunted you. 'How could a man like HIM ever look at a person like me, let alone date one?' you wondered. You felt your stomach turn and a lump in your throat.

"So where to first? Wanna go grab a few snacks? I think the Grab'n'Go is still open." Vance asked you as you were still looking at the ground. 'Man, they are really pretty. Wait no, boys shouldn't be having thoughts like that. Wait, do men have thoughts like that? What is so interesting about the ground Y/N?' Vance questioned.

"Uh yeah sure. I could go for a Coke." You said finally looking at him. 'I'm so parched right now'.

"Lead the way, your highness." He actually knew how to get to there from your house. He just wanted to lighten the mood. But all he got from it was an eye roll. But deep down he knew you were smiling...internally.

"Where do you think you're going" _________________________________ A/N- sorry this took so long I've been busy, this part is a bit shorter but this story has been getting more attention than i thought it would. I'm thinking about writing one shots about the spider, y/n puking, and the jumping in water one. idk let me know. Love yuh -♡ g

[dear4tlas]

at first i was like : MMMM BRANCE!!!AS A JOKE! BUT BRO....... i dont think its a joke anymore...

[alastors-deerest]

So true

[lynderman]

I was wondering if you could do a angst story of Vance x reader take your time I saw you finished your Robin story :)

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐞? (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 2,013

Date Published: 8/10/22

Description: You saw the way he looked at her. But why couldn't he look at you that way?

Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3

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You hated math class. It was your least favorite period of the day. Math was never your strong suit, meaning you constantly failed it. Your Math teachers' words sounded like gibberish to you. Not like you were even paying attention to her to begin with. You never could. Not when they were sitting right in front of you. Laughing and smiling. Touching knees and elbows. It wasn't fair. It never seemed to be.

You and Vance had been best friends for the longest time. Your parents were neighbors, meaning the two of you hung out a lot. Any and everything you did, Vance did it with you. Or vice versa. The two of you were inseparable, attached at the hip. He was the yin to your yang. Hell, your parents even had photo Albums of the two of you. From your first birthday parties, to your first day of each grade. He tended to get you into trouble, but you were always the one to get both of you out.

It's hard for you to remember when you developed feelings for Vance. Maybe it was when he beat up those kids for making fun of your backpack in 6th grade. Or the time he danced with you at the school formal when you didn't have a partner. Maybe, just maybe, it might have been when he held you as you cried over your first boyfriend. It didn't matter though. Because you never stood a chance. You might have. Until she came along.

Quinn.

Quinn had moved to your small town at the beginning of February. She didn't look like the rest of girls. She had long black hair and emerald green eyes. Her tan skin decorated with freckles. She wore eyeliner and had multiple piercings. She listened to bands like ACDC, Fleetwood Mac, and Black Sabbath. She wore up to date clothing and excessive amounts of jewelry. She was smart and friendly, skilled in karate, and was way better at guitar than you too. You didn't care much that she caught almost every dude's attention. Not until It was Vance.

She had accidentally bumped into him at the Music store the two of you visited. Instead of threatening to beat the person who caused him to drop his record to a pulp, he softened instantly at the sight of her. You swore to god that he blushed when she smiled at him. The two of them hit it off quickly and began chatting. You had planned to go get lunch after with just Vance, but he thought it was a good idea to bring her along. While they sat way too close for comfort in the booth, gushing over pinball, you just poked at your fries.

Vance took her everywhere after that. Your movie nights at the cinema? She took your spot beside him. The little trips to the go-go mart? She was the one cheering him on as he beat is new high score. The picnic spot off the hill you introduced to him to? She asked him to take her there. It made it worse that he complied and didn't even ask if you wanted to tag along. You hated her. You hated how she took your best friend away from you. It made your blood boil.

You were the one who tended to his wounds after he fought someone. You were the person he came to when he needed help in school. It was you who watched the stars at night and pointed out constellations in his backyard. Not her. What did she have that you didn't? Is she better looking? Smarter than you? Nicer? More sociable? What was it? Why did he like her and not you? It wasn't fair. You wished that Vance looked at you the way he did at her. The way he hugged her. The way his face lit up when he saw her walk through the door. The final straw for you was at your 16th birthday party. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

You had planned this party out since you were 11. Vance even helped pick out most of the decorations and food. It was a Saturday evening and your parents were helping you set the music up. You had picked the local amphitheater to host your party since it was pretty big and had nice scenery. Bruce, Gwen, and Finney had offered to help you decorate beforehand. Vance had too, but he was nowhere to be seen. It didn't bother you that much since he wasn't one to have good timing. But you felt some concern as time passed.

Your friends and family arrived a bit after you set out the food. Sure, you were a tad bit popular, but no where close to Quinn. You felt relatively good about the amount of people who you invited, considering they all showed up. But Vance was still no where to be found. His family was there so you decided to ask if they knew. His mom gave you a sad look and shook her head. His dad just patted your back and shrugged. You knew he would show up eventually.

Right?

You needed him to show up. You relied on it. Sighing, you stepped to the side and took out a piece of paper out of your back pocket. The paper was a mix of different words and arrows. It was a script, if you will. Tonight would be the night that you told him you liked him. It was a good idea in your mind. The party was going well, and you would pull him to the side and blankly spell it out for him. As Time went on, he was still nowhere to be found.

Eventually, your parents made you open your gifts. Even though you insisted on waiting on Vance. Your guests didn't disappoint with them. They gave you all sorts of things. New games, clothing, books, even stuff you said you'd been interested in once or twice. The last gift you had to open was Bruce's. Before you got the chance to pull out the remaining tissue paper, you heard a familiar voice. You looked up from the table to see Vance walking towards you. He wasn't alone though. Quinn was with him.

Hand in hand.

Everyone greeted and chatted briefly with them as they made their way beside you. "Hey (Y/n)." You turned as he spoke. "It's nice to see you! It feels like you're never around anymore." Quinn added. You forced a smile before your dad came up behind you. "Vance! It's nice to see you! We were just finishing up the gifts." Vance's face changed to hesitation, as did Quinn's. Vance's dad asked if they brought anything for you and neither gave them a reply. Before you could make a comment, Mrs. Hopper came back from the bathroom. "Oh my! Honey, you didn't tell me your girlfriend was this stunning!"

Your world collapsed in those few words.

Girlfriend? Were Quinn and Vance dating? Since when? And why didn't Vance tell you? You were his best friend after all! Is this why he never hung out with you anymore? Were you just not as important? Did he even-. You were pulled back from your own thoughts as you heard his mom point out Quinn's Necklace. It was a silver chain with a guitar pick hooked on it. Why did it look so familiar? Maybe because you had given it to Vance after his first guitar performance. You couldn't help but feel tears build up. Why did he have to bring her? Why would he not tell you they're together? Why the hell would he give her your necklace? You didn't have a chance to process anything before the words slipped out of your mouth.

"Vance, what the fuck?"

There was a wave of silence as you spoke. The music seemed to fade along with side conversation. Your mom called you out, but you ignored her. Vance gave you a look of confusion. "What is what?" He asks. You scoffed. "Don't act clueless. We both know you aren't dumb." You took a step closer to the couple. "Why today of all days? Why didn't you tell me? Why now?" Quinn gave you a eyebrow raise. "What's wrong? Why are you-"

"Shut up."

She did shut up. "Don't talk to her like that." Vance sneered. You felt a bit hurt at his tone. He'd never talked to you in that manner and you didn't like it. "What's up with you (Y/n)? You've been acting so different lately." Quinn added. "What's up with me?" You ask. "What's up with you Quinn? Hm? What's up with you waltzing into town and taking everything away from me? What's up with you being better than me? Or prettier than me? What's up with you stealing my friends? My life even." She didn't say anything. "(Y/n), you're being dramatic. We can talk about this-"

"I'm being dramatic? I'm the drama? Why don't we talk about this now Vance. Let's talk about how my lifelong best friend replaced me. Why don't we sit down over dinner and talk about how you chose a complete stranger over me. Oh, no. Let's talk about how you never talk to me anymore, why Don't we? Might as well chit-chat about how she's messed everything up! Ever since she came into town, you've changed. I don't like it. You do everything with her and nothing with me. All you do is constantly ditch me to go to everything we ever did with her. I never see you anymore. She's taken my friends from me. No one hangs out with me because they're too busy with Quinn. She took my seat in all my classes. My spot at lunch. Everything! Vance you forgot about me. You forgot who I am. For fuck's sake, you forgot my own birthday! You helped me plan this for years. I bet you're only here because your mom told you to be. You didn't even get me a gift! I could care less about that to be honest. But you gave my gift to you away!" You shouted, pointing to Quinn's necklace.

"You and I both know damn well I gave that to you on October 27th, 2 years ago. The chain and all. You give Quinn everything! Your time, Your food, Your hair products, everything! I had tonight all planned out. Everything was supposed to go smoothly and not be a complete shit show. I saved a spot for you at the table and left your favorite records out." You took the note in your pocket out, and unfolded it. "I had a plan to tell you how I felt-" Your voice got quite as you looked at your scribbled words. "I planned to tell you I liked you. That I've liked you for the longest time. To tell you everything I like about you. To tell you that I'd always like you.." Tears flooded your face as you looked up to him. You could see a look on his face you'd never seen. In all the years you'd know him, he'd never given you this look. You didn't know if it was sympathy, or hesitation. Regret or guilt.

Vance let go of Quinn's hand and walked towards you. He stood in front of you and sighed. "(Y/n)…" He placed a hand on your cheek, only to have you shove it off.

"Why not me?"

You asked, choking on your own sobs. You couldn't handle this. Not the way Vance looked at you. Not the guilt on Quinn's face. Not the way your parents looked at you with sympathy. And especially not the way the world seemed to go quiet when he said nothing. You figured you'd only make things worse than they already were. You took this chance to part your way through your guests and walk out of the amphitheater. You could hear the voices of Vance and everyone else calling out to you as you made your way to a nearby forest.

Why not you?

[ivanzplaid]

the grabber comforting the reader who's scared of the dark 🤭

oooh okok, ones like these r where i can envision the scene perfectly so i hope you like it :)

as always requests r awesome, i write for any request that comes in so dont be shy!!

reposts, comments, any way you wanna talk is amazing, hearing your thoughts help me improve!

but im excited for this so i hope it delivers👍👍

Warnings: Manipulation, Possessiveness, The Grabber, Kidnapped reader

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You were told these walls were sound proof, that no scream or cry could be heard beyond the door, but you weren't screaming for him to let you out. When the night continued, and you saw your room fade from that dull gray, to a pitch black void, you couldn't help but use your breath to silently cry, burying your head between your knees to cover your surroundings from your sight. If you couldn't see it, you thought it would help you from the sobbing, hiccuping mess you were right now. Out of sight, out of mind right?

It had been like this for all the nights you've been here, in the material nightmare that you have lived here. Before, you could've controlled your panics by the slightest by holding your pillows or calling a friend, or atleast having a singular light on, but now, in a room where the darkness surrounds you like a cold hug, you had nothing to aid you, and nobody to comfort you.

When you hear the locks open deep into the night, you shot up from your cradled position. Your eyes darted to the man who is shocked to see you awake at this hour, and his strides prove it. He slowly bends down and lifts your face up, examining your face, and you see something in his eyes like a sly smile, before you sits down infront of you.

"Why are you up?"

A simple question, but it felt like heavier to you. Heaving out a heavy sigh, you talked through your tear stain faced and stuffy nose.

"I- I just don't like the dark. I don't like being in it without.. without any light."

You averted your eyes from him, feeling embarrassment crawling from your stomach. But you knew he was looking at you. His eyes burned into you, making you feel even more awkward. You couldn't realize this, but this made him happy, not in a way you'd want, but still. He knows youre now more dependent on him, and it couldn't make him more ecstatic, but keeping his demeanor, he nodded his head, thinking of how he should handle the situation. Finally, he decoded upon something, something secure that would make him and you agree.

"I will put two candles on the window.. righhhtt over there,"

He paused, pointing to the the only source if daylight behind him, and you nodded eagerly.

"And, I will spend time down here so you're able to sleep easier. However, these are privileges. I can give them out, and take them away dove. Good boys get to keep their wishes."

A lump in your throat formed, and you shakily sighed out, you knew that now that he knew, he would abuse this power, but you needed it, and maybe somebody there to help you sleep wouldn't be so bad, it was just like when you were at your house. So, you complied, but with one final word.

"Please don't forget."

"Don't worry peach, I will always be back for you."

The threat was coated with sugar, so you took it.

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I know its a lil late to be posting this but I tried to get to your request as fast as possible!! I want to keep The Grabbers creepy/manipulative essence in these stories, so I hope it was a good read 👍👍

as always if you wanna talk to me or ask me anything, my inbox & messages r open! and reposts n likes r greatly appreciated💪