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Posting this here in order to not gatekeep, I don’t know the original source but I never knew there was a version with Josh & Gale too
THE BLACK PHONE scott derickson, 2022
So if I were to, say, work up the nut to start writing on Tumblr-
Would anyone be interested in material for Ethan Hawke's character from Black Phone? I'll probably take some level of requests for him. No specifics yet, just trying to see what interest would look like.
I'm absolutely obsessed with him and I've only seen two trailers for the film. Creepy man just might be a muse for me lol.
Thanks in advance!
"Tag, You're It"
The Grabber x Reader (18+ - non explicit)
TW- swearing, choking, mild hand kink, kidnapper vibes
A/N - It's here! I just want to start by thanking all of you for encouraging me to write again. The feedback was overwhelming and I'm so grateful and happy to put this out.
I wanna lay down a couple of ground rules before we get into the story. Yes, I know that The Grabber is probably gonna be ooc in this. But I just wanna get a feel for him (😏) before the movie comes out- and hopefully this will tide us all over until the 24th.
At this time I'm not accepting any criticism on my writing. This is practice for me to get back into writing again, and I'm comfortable where I'm at right now.
If anyone has any requests for The Grabber that aren't too specific (since I don't know his character 100% yet), I will accept them. No guarantees on timeliness since I work full time, but I promise to try my best!
Song: "Tag, You're It" - Melanie Martinez
https://youtu.be/RLYlMq6MU2s
And on to the story! Enjoy, and let me know if you'd like to see more!
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Looking at me through your window
Boy, you had your eye out for a little
"I'll cut you up and make you dinner
You've reached the end, you are the winner"
Work had run over, again. And of all days to get out of work later than usual, it just had to be today.
You squinted your eyes until they hurt- a futile attempt to keep the burning heat of the setting sun out of your vision. For seven thirty in the evening, it sure was bright out. You knew this wouldn't last, though. Before you would arrive home, the sun would have long set, and the world around you would slowly be dipped into a coating of cool darkness. This realization made your heart rate and footsteps quicken in unison. You didn't want to be out after dark, but what option did you have when walking was your only way to get home on this muggy July evening? Your car was out of commission, and your ride had flaked again. Home was halfway across town, tucked in one of the many corners of an outlying city suburb- quiet and calm for the most part, but not altogether.
You didn't often watch the news, but when something happened in your back yard, you took notice. There had been rumblings, hushed whispers of a lone black van patrolling through various neighborhoods in the area. No one knew what to make of it exactly. Not a soul had seen the vehicle's driver, and not a soul knew what the entity behind the wheel wanted. This was enough to tie knots in the stomachs of already stressed single mothers, and local public schools had communicated that something was amiss. You couldn't help but wonder yourself what was going on. You had yet to see this mysterious locomotive or it's operator, and you couldn't deny your doubts about the story's legitimacy. A big scary man in a big scary van sounded like a stereotype used to scare children away from talking to strangers. What, did he have free candy too?
Rolling down your tinted window
Driving next to me real slow, he said
"Let me take you for a joyride
I've got some candy for you inside"
Your sneakers slapped quietly against the hot pavement. You had made it out of the city, but that was only about half of your journey. The cool evening air brushed against the back of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. You had been lost inside your own head for the majority of your walk home. Was that the safest idea? Probably not, but you would much rather fill your head with thoughts of the comforts of home than the anxiety your commute was bringing you this evening.
The low, smooth rumble of a large vehicle pulled you out of your thinking. You looked up to the road ahead, but didn't see any cars traveling down the street towards you. You swallowed the smallest lump in your throat, not daring to look behind you. A sinking feeling came over you. If the vehicle behind you was going past you down the road, it would've done so by now. This one was keeping pace with you.
You took a quick glance to your left and instantly felt time around you come to a screeching halt. Darkness itself had come upon you. The large, blacked out van came to a halt next to you the very second you noticed it. You hesitated, half curious half terrified. You had no control over your legs at this point- they felt heavy, like you were sinking into the very concrete beneath your feet. Taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily, you steeled yourself for what what to come. After what felt like an eternity, the tinted window of the vans passenger side rolled down. Piercing blue eyes, thinly veiled by large-frame sunglasses, immediately locked into contact with your own, sending a shockwave throughout your body. Though partially hidden by shadow, the man inside was clearly dangerous. He eyed you like a hungry wolf looking at it's next meal.
You both held each other's gaze for what felt like an eternity before the strange man in the van spoke. "Say bunny, you believe in magic?" His voice was low and gravely, and you didn't have to see his face fully to know he was grinning. You opened your mouth to speak, but it was as if your voice had been stolen, as not a sound would to leave your throat.
Running through the parking lot
He chased me and he wouldn't stop
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it
Grabbed my hand, pushed me down
Took the words right out my mouth
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it
Can anybody hear me I'm hidden under ground
Can anybody hear me am I talking to myself
Saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"
He's saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"
The man took your silence as enough an answer and rolled the darkened window back up before popping the driver's side door open and climbing out of the van. You mistook the sound of his footsteps against the pavement as that of your own heart hammering in your chest. The man didn't stop until he was mere inches away from you, finally granting you the ability to see his features fully. He made you feel much like a bunny- a nervous little rabbit with a fluttering little heart. You were his prey. His form towered over your own, making you feel smaller by the second. His features were distinguished- curly, reddish brown locks framed a strong, lightly stubbled jaw. Your gaze slowly crept upward. You drank in his features, taking in every little detail until you met his eyes again. His eyes were the most unsettling part of his face. They displayed the potential for so much feeling, yet they remained totally unreadable. You couldn't tell what he was thinking and that scared you most of all.
"Magic supplies, huh?" Your voice finally came back to you, although quiet, as you quickly glanced to the bright blue writing imprinted on the side of the imposing man's vehicle. "What's a magician doing out at this hour? Pretty sure all the birthday parties are done for the day." You quirked a brow upward slightly. Where your sudden boldness came from, you didn't know. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was Maybeline. Or maybe it was the fact that you'd had a long day and your capacity for fucks given had been maxed out. Regardless, the man found humor in your attitude change, and your voice seemed to mesmerize him. His toothy grin spread from ear to ear and a melodic chuckle escaped him. "I like your spunk, bunny. But I think you've got me all wrong. Im not exactly the party goin' type." He rolled his shoulders. "But you never answered my question." He stepped closer to you, now a hair's breadth away from you. It was almost a challenge, like he'd hoped you'd back away if he entered your space. You stood firm, and not just because you still felt like your knees would buckle if you tried to take even the smallest step. "Do you believe in magic?" He asked again. Any hint of playfulness left his tone and his voice dropped an octave. If you weren't in this situation, you'd almost find his voice sexy- but that was a train of thought for another time.
Little bit of poison in me
I can taste your skin in my teeth
"I love it when I hear you breathing
I hope to god you're never leaving"
"I guess I might." You replied as cooly as possible. "Why?" As soon as it had left, the raggedy male's smile returned. You could've sworn he was actually excited with your response. "I am oh so glad you asked, my little lamb." He clapped his hands together and motioned you toward the back of his van. "I've got a little magic trick for ya!" For the first time in your little encounter, he reached out and touched you. His calloused hand grasped your shoulder and guided you to turn around. His grip wasn't painful. It was firm, but oddly careful- like he didn't want to scre you off just yet. You shivered, moving amicably with his direction. You had no idea why you were still here. You should've run the moment you saw... him. But there was just something about him that had pulled you in. Like a beautiful, unfamiliar snake found in the woods- you don't know if it's poisonous yet, but it'll sure hurt like hell either way when it bites.
As if in slow motion, you moved around to the back of the magician's van. He lightly squeezed your shoulder, as if encouraging you to keep walking. Or perhaps it was a reminder of potential consequences if you didn't. When you reached your destination, the man removed his hand from your shoulder and reached out to open the large back doors of the vehicle. You inched backwards the slightest bit. It was almost as if yoou could feel the aura coming from inside the van. It was dark and almost... malevolent. Your stomach lurched with the sudden groan made by the doors as they were yanked open by the magician. Another step back, but this time... he noticed.
Running through the parking lot
He chased me and he wouldn't stop
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it
Grabbed my hand, pushed me down
Took the words right out my mouth
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it
Can anybody hear me I'm hidden under ground
Can anybody hear me am I talking to myself
Saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"
He's saying, "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"
"Hey now. Where are ya goin, bunny?" You could hear the twinge of frustration in his voice as he looked back to you. His eyes were stern as they met with yours, but you could swear to god you almost saw the slightest glimmer of disappointment in his baby blue hues. Did he really just not want you to go? Conflict began to simmer in the pit of your gut. On one hand, your morbid curiosity was pulling you in more and more by the second. That and, something else... something that sent a heat creeping up from the pit of your stomach, fluttering into your chest, and rising up your throat to your cheeks that flushed with this new warmth. Fuck.
Were you stupid? Probably. Were you gonna die because you were stupid? Hopefully not. There was also something so intoxicatingly fascinating about the man. You knew you weren't supposed to feel this way about something so dangerous, but here you were- going against your better judgement and ignoring your knee jerk reaction to turn tail and run like the little "bunny" he kept referring to you as.
"Nowhere-" You replied in a breathy whisper. He was pulling the air from your lungs without even trying, and oh he knew it. "Good. Trust me, I'll make it worth you while." He stepped towards you and reached a hand out to you, forcing you to shut your eyes- half in anticipation, half bracing for impact. You were surprised by the gentleness he used as his large, calloused hand grasped your chin. He tilted your face upward, beckoning you to open your eyes and look at him once again. He looked ever so enticing as he gazed upon you. His body language oozed confidence and swagger. He knew he was in control. His thumb brushed your lower lip, ghosting over the lightly chapped flesh for a fleeting moment. "Say, what's that behind your ear?" His fingers danced across the skin of your cheek towards the shell of your ear. He deftly tucked your soft hair behind your ear before materializing a black rose before your very eyes. "Where were you hiding this?" He questioned with a deep, rumbling chuckle. You were almost baffled, almost. But then again, you were far too focused on his hand to pay any attention to, well, anything else.
Eenie meenie miny mo
Get your lady by her toes
If she screams, don't let her go
Eenie meenie miny mo
Your mother said to pick the very best girl
And I am
He noticed your hesitation and nudged the clearly artificial flower towards you, encouraging you to take it. "For my lovely assistant." He remarked with a wink. You took the rose with shaking hands. This clearly pleased the man, as he almost seemed to swell with some sort of twisted pride. "See bunny? I ain't so bad." He cocked his hip to the side and waved his hands outward defensively, showing you his empty... large palms. You half nodded, switching your gaze between him and the rose. "And that's not all-" He lunged forward. His fingers wrapped around your throat. He squeezed, digging into the delicate skin of your neck as he ripped the air out of your lungs. He lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing at all. You choked and struggled to fight against him, but it made no difference. He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear and his hot breath fanning over your neck. "Didn't anyone teach you not to talk to strangers?"
Running through the parking lot
He chased me and he wouldn't stop
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it
Grabbed my hand, pushed me down
Took the words right out my mouth
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it
Running through the parking lot
He chased me and he wouldn't stop
Tag, you're it, tag, you're it
Grabbed my hand, pushed me down
Took the words right out my mouth
Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it.
As soon as he grabbed you, he dropped you to the hot concrete below. You landed in a fit of gasps and coughs. The world seemed to spin and swirl around you in a frenzy of muted colors. The heated evening air burned your throat as your lungs drank it in. Once you gained your bearings again, you looked around and saw the magician was gone. He had disappeared like black smoke in the night, leaving you alone once again. You had no clue how you were still alive in the moment, but you decided not to question your fate. Thinking to any great depth hurt far too much. Your bloodshot eyes shot down to the black artificial rose that remained clutched in your grip. You slowly opened your palm to see a small tag attached to the plastic stem. You grasped it with trembling fingers and pulled it from your fuzzy periphery and into focus for further inspection. The tag was blank, aside from a sloppily written digits that, when put together, made a phone number. Your vision was fading. You grew increasingly dizzy by the second, but you fumbled in your pocket for your phone. Dialing the number, you brought the device to your ear with little hesitation, seemingly pushed onward by an unseen force. It rang once- you felt increasingly lightheaded. Twice- your vision began to fade. By the third ring, your back hit the pavement. As consciousness began to fade, you heard the distinct words that pushed you over the brink and plunged you into darkness.
"Tag, you're it."
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@lxdyred @always-morning-person @queenstilinskis
Leaving to go see The Black Phone now! Super excited! I feel like I've been waiting forever to see this film, and it's finally here! See y'all on the other side, hopefully with an abundance of writing material. 😉
Thank you. Thank you so much. I seriously did not think my first fic on here would do this well. I haven't written in so long, and to be able to do so again makes me immeasurably happy. So thank you, to each and every single one of you. Your support means more than I can say, and I am truly grateful for you all.
I'm working on another fic now, and should hopefully have it posted in the next couple of days. And don't worry, it's gonna be fully spicy. I promise. 🥵😈
Going to see the movie again tonight for the 3rd time, and I'm taking my writing notebook with me. You know, for ideas. 😉
Thank you again! I love you all sm! 💜
AAAAAAA IT CAME. IT FINALLY CAME!!! I love this so much. 😭💜💜💜
(Ordered from CherryBlossomdeco on Etsy.)
Years ago you asked me what two men could do living together on a ranch. I’ll answer you now.
STRANGE WAY OF LIFE (2023) dir. Pedro Almodóvar
I can't wait for Strange Way of Life to come out, especially since more people might realise the absolute DILF that is Ethan Hawke.
Also this man is the spokesperson for mans boob rights.
Good GREIF
Me rn:
Basically MORE PEOPLE APPRECIATE HIM
This movie is going to fucking kill me
Ethan Hawke and Pedro Pascal, behind the scenes of Extraña Forma de Vida (2023)
Does this mean we can finally have the conversation that Ethan Hawke IS gender???
shout-out to uncomfy Ethan Hawke
gotta be one of my favorite genders
This has got to be one of if not THE most sensual non-sex scene in any film ever.
No thoughts. Not one single thought besides Ethan Hawke in western films
Just saw this on Pinterest
He looks like his mother just asked him to pose next to his book to put on the family WhatsApp group 😭😭
Arthur and Steven having some interesting interactions part 1
Arthur Haworth and Steven Grant having some interesting interactions part 2
Arthur seriously can’t stop touching on Steven can he?