Greg Mantzoukas x Male! Reader
☆ Summary: Greg & [Name] have kept their relationship under wraps for some time now, but amidst the summer chaos, their secret is threatened by Bloody Rose.
☆ Warnings: A soft make-out session, knives, a tad bit of blood, and ofc a masked serial killer!
☆ Author's note: Recently rewatched season 2 and LORD. This man is so fine. I just HAD to write something about him!!! (Using this as an excuse to write horror scenes mostly) Anyways, enjoy to the two people that'll read this!!
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Water swayed and split over the sides of the pool as [Name] jumped out of the pool, landing hard on his ass onto the concrete floor.
A soft steam poured out from the pool, the lights from the locker room casting the two boys in a bluish hue.
Greg slowly walked toward [Name] the warm water around him rippling.
“The water’s a little warm, it feels… gross!” [Name] whined.
Greg scoffs. “It’s not that bad.”
[Name] cocks his head examining his paramour. “You turned on the pool heater didn’t you?”
Greg’s face flushes slightly at the callout he looks away from [Name] embarrassed.
Greg looks back toward [Name] a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I didn’t want you to be cold!” Greg replied, closing the gap between him and [Name] placing his hands on either side of the boy.
“You know Greggy there are other ways to keep me warm” [Name] says slyly, a small smirk growing on his face.
[Name] nods, looking up at Greg as he leans forward, his hand grabbing [Names] thigh.
“Mhm.” [Name] hums in response.
Greg chuckles as he presses his lips to [Name]. [Name] kisses back placing his hands on Greg’s bare shoulders, his stomach twisting into a tight nervous knot. He loved Greg. He really did every moment they spent together, every kiss, every time they touched. But it was wrong. He knew it was wrong. Greg wasn’t his. Greg was Kelly’s.
They’d spent the last half of winter break growing closer to each other after his attack by “A”. [Name] would go over and help him around the house while his arm healed and his parents were out. They’d been friends for some time despite their social levels this having been due to them both being neighbors. Well, Greg hung around the jocks and bitchy teens [Name] surrounded himself with the likes of Tabbitha “Tabby” Haworthe and Imogen Addams the so-called “losers of Millwood high”. It was a shocker that they had common ground but they did.
Greg moved down toward [Names] neck placing gentle but sloppy kisses on the tender flesh. A soft whimper pushed past [Names] lips as he instinctively gripped Greg’s bicep giving it a soft squeeze as his “lover” sunk his teeth into his collarbone.
“Greg!” [Name] cried out gently shoving Greg off of him.
“Shit! Sorry!” Greg took a small step back, a smug look washing over his face. “You didn’t complain last time I threw in biting.”
[Name] sneered at Greg and splashed water onto him with faux anger letting out a gentle laugh that dissolved into the silent summer air.
“Greg, can I come over? You know, spend the night and stuff?” [Name] pleaded with a bittersweet smile on his face. He knew what Greg was going to say. What he always said whenever he asked to spend the night, hold hands, and or go on dates.
“Aw babe I wish I could but… my parents would flip their shit if they caught me snuggled up with another dude!”
[Name] sighed and nodded softly, saying “Okay, I get you.”
“Shit!” Greg mumbled under his breath as his door screamed at him alerting anyone awake of his presence.
He goes, still waiting, listening for any sound or sign of movement. Nothing. He pushes past his door and closes it behind him, flicking on his light switch process. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he slowly spins around.
He locked eyes with his bed as his body went stiff, his jaw dropping open as he let out a gasp. On top of his mattress rose petals were scattered and on either side of them laid two candles and in the center a note. He was too far to make out what it said. He reluctantly took a step toward the scene reaching his hand out to grab the note. Six words were scribbled onto the piece of paper.
Who are you when no one’s watching?
Greg dropped the note, a cold chill running up his spine. He looked toward his window, and the curtains flew in the night wind as if reaching out from him. Across town, [Name] was suffering a similar fate.
With one swift motion [Name] slipped into his room landing with a soft thud as he fell from his window. He delicately shut his window, locking it, he smoothly walked over toward a corner of his room and slid his drawstring bag filled with wet clothes off his shoulder. [Name] fingered the hem of Greg’s hoodie that covered his body, another soft smile tugging at his lips. Moments like this made [Name] almost forget his situation. He felt almost safe in Greg’s hoodie despite knowing how much of an awful person it made him for sneaking around with a boy that wasn’t his. With a boy that kept him a secret. [Name] spun around and began walking toward his bed before halting.
“What the fuck?” He whispered under his breath.
A singular rose sat idly on his bed accompanied by a folded letter, his name etched onto the front. He grabbed it and slowly unfolded it.
“Oh, God!” [Name] said aloud, dropping the paper back onto his bed.
He slowly backed away from the scene, his heart dropping to his ankles. RING! RING! RING! [Name] gasped pulling out his phone. It was Greg. He answered.
“God, damn it [Name] did you tell anyone about us!?”
“Because I walk into my room and the first thing I see is this- this creepy ass cryptic note!”
[Name] goes silent. A sudden wave of dizziness hits him, his legs going weak.
“You got one too didn’t you?” Greg questioned his voice quivering.
[Name] couldn’t speak, the only thing he could do was hum in response.
[Name] stared at the floor unmoving as Greg paced around the bench he was sitting at. Greg was unusually tense. For good reasons of course! The two boys usually showed up at the Millwood community pool together [Name] almost every day hitching a ride with his… boyfriend? God, could he call Greg that? Whatever it didn’t matter! They were together, that was a fact even if there wasn’t a label. Anyway, both boys would show up together. It wasn't weird, no one thought it odd. I mean yes people knew [Name] was gay and would occasionally make a comment about him but Greg would quickly shut that shit down. Greg stopped pacing around [Name] and stood in front of him.
“Do you think Kelly did it?”
[Name] looked up at Greg, his hands trembling on either side of him unsure of how to phrase his response.
“Bloody Rose!” He shot out.
[Name] gulped down his nerves and sat up straight, grabbing Greg’s hands he opened his mouth “Greg you know what happened to Mouse, right?” He hummed in response. “It wasn’t some accident like the girls told you… someone named Bloody Rose came after Mouse, but before he attacked her, he left her a note and a rose. Ring any bells?” [Name] finished gently squeezing Greg’s hands.
[Name] taking a deep sigh explained everything and anything about who Bloody Rose was, why she was possibly coming after the girls, and where she came from. Greg let go of [Names] hands taking a cautious step back while checking who was around.
“So you’re saying someone knows about… about us? And might try to kill us?”
[Name] bit down on his lip unsure of what to say. He for one didn’t want to freak the boy out and two didn’t want to lie to him. So he didn’t. He nodded his head.
“Shit!” Greg groaned, taking a seat next to [Name] who placed his head on Greg’s shoulder unsure if it was appropriate at this moment or not.
Greg carefully wrapped his hand around [Names] trembling one returning the soft squeeze [Name] had given him earlier. Greg leans his head on [Names] his heart beating faster from his proximity to his secret lover and from their newfound situation. Greg pulls away and plants a reassuring kiss on the top of the boy's head.
“We’re going to be okay. I promise.” Greg tried to sound confident but his voice betrayed him and [Name] heard it.
[Name] climbed out of the pool holding onto forgotten toys, a pool noodle, and a deflated pool float that had filled with water and sunken to the floor. Greg walked up to [Name], holding a green plastic bin with the phrase “lost & found!” sharpied onto the material the ink had begun to bleed the phrase was barely legible. Both boys worked in silence, the only sound coming from a small shitty speaker that had been installed just above the locker rooms. The quality was low, but it provided a sense of security. To what? Who knows? Maybe they felt safe because there was at least some sound provided that wasn’t the rippling over the water or the occasional car driving by. It was hard to tell, but to [Names] knowledge “Voices Carry” by ‘Till Tuesday" played quietly over the speaker.
[Name] gazed at Greg, his face shadowed in blue and purple hues as he held out the bin. He examined Greg’s arms, the lighting defining his biceps. He felt his stomach flip the familiar nervousness of the first time seeing him coming back to him.
He dumped the lost belongings into the bin and broke the silence “Why’d we have to lock up?”
“Because we were late.” He replied flatly.
[Name] sighed and took the bin from Greg’s hands making his way to a storage closet. SNAP! He stopped looking toward the chain link fence to his right. Nothing. He hurries up his task, opening the closet, throwing the bin into the small room, and shutting the door, locking it with a rusted key.
“Alright we’re done let’s get the fuck out of here!” Greg called out jogging up to [Name].
[Name] nodded in agreement as he took Greg’s hand, heading toward the locker room without a second thought.
The door closed behind them with a loud thud echoing together with the song within less than a second of the door closing Greg stripped himself of his tank top. [Name] looked over at Greg, his cheeks beginning to heat up as his eyes roamed over the guy’s body, his cheeks only getting hotter as Greg winked at [Name]. [Name] responded with an eye-roll as he took off his tank top and threw it at him. Greg chuckled, throwing off the wet fabric and tossing it to the floor. Greg opened his locker and pulled on a loose fighting hoodie.
“Hey, can I have my other one back?”
“In your wet dreams Greggy!” [Name] spat back.
Greg forced a frown crossing his arms over his chest with fake sadness. [Name] turned away letting out a small giggle as he opened his locker.
“Greg!” He shouted as he gazed into the metal locker.
Hanging upside down in the cramped space was a red rose attached to the stem was a note. Greg headed toward [Name] with haste as he snatched the note off of one of the thorns it had been stabbed onto.
Consider this: A wake-up call.
The fluorescent lights above them flicked before shutting off with a soft hum the song somehow still playing echoed louder bouncing off the walls of their enclosure. Their senses now heightened picked up on every little sound. The static feedback that came from the outside speakers, their quickened breathing, the repetitive drip drip drip of a leaking shower faucet, and the soft heel clicking creeping toward them. Wait what?!
“Greg, do you hear that?” [Name] whispered his voice quivering.
The static of the speaker picked up as the song grew louder, the sound waves bouncing off of the walls covering the footsteps.
The sound of steel against metal interrupted the song itching itself deep into [Names] ears.
“Argh! Fuck! What is that?” He screamed, covering his ears with his hands. “Greg!” He shouted once more, turning to face where he remembered him standing.
Click! Greg’s phone's flashlight filled [Names] vision blinding him for a second he reacted quickly covering his eyes.
[Name] spun around and screamed as the sight of bloody bandages, a singular eye, the smell of blood, dirt, and musk met his nose accompanied by a crown of thorns. Bloody Rose. It was her. She swung her blade above her head and downward toward [Names] face in one smooth motion.
“Shit! He screamed. On reflex, he covered his face with the palm of his hand completely blocking his face from impact—only his face.
The blade sliced through his flesh drawing blood almost immediately he stumbled back stunned, in shock. He grasped his bleeding hand as Bloody Rose took a step toward him, her figure illuminated by Greg's light.
Greg grabbed onto [Names] forearm pulling him away from the psycho rushing toward their only exit. [Name] in shock moved stiffly, his eyes still locked onto the woman who was now feet away from them but steadily walking toward them.
“What the fuck!” [Name] screamed the reality of the situation hitting him like a damn bus as they burst through the metal door to the pool yard. The cold air now feels like needles on his skin.
“We gotta go! We gotta go!” Greg repeated letting go of [Names] arm and bolted toward the gate that separated them from the outside world.
[Name] followed behind Greg his bare feet thumping against the concrete that had developed small blotches of red blood. Greg flung open the gate grabbing [Names] arm as he turned around staring at the locker room's door flying open as Bloody Rose advanced toward them. [Name] wasted no time running out of the gate escaping his and Greg’s fate. They ran hand in hand through the woods not stopping to look behind them in fear she was gaining on them. [Name] balled his injured hand into a fist trying to stop the bleeding the best he could. [Name] broke their unspoken promise and looked behind him. Bloody Rose had stopped stalking them and stood several feet away from them brandishing her blood-soaked knife reflecting the summer's moon.
[Name] sat crisscrossed on Greg’s worn-in mattress holding out his wounded hand Greg sat across from him and placed a cotton pad onto the slice and gently wrapped [Names] hand in gauze covering the pad. [Names] breathing had slowed down, but his shaking had not. He had come face to face with his death. His life almost being cut short like a loose thread. Almost. Greg cut the gauze with scissors he had stolen from his mom's room nearly waking her in the process. Greg sighed and wrapped an arm around [Names] back, pulled him to his chest, and placed his chin atop [Names] head. He massaged uneven circles into the boy's back trying his best to calm him down.
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Author's note: BACK once again for my yearly post! XD :3
This man is so fine it's NOT even funny!!! ALSO, if there's any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them! Thank you!!
