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Year Two of Hogswatch sweaters - Albert has begrudgingly joined
Year One
i think about orb every day
So I have an idea...
The Seventeenth Ghost
(Long story-short, a Y/N story, female. Y/N is the only female victim of the Grabber, and to this story, she is a ghost. For more requests, I am open 💗💗)
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The first time Finney saw her, he thought she was real.
She stood near the far wall of the basement, half-lit by the bulb that swung lazily from the ceiling. Her hair was long, matted with dust, and her clothes — a ripped denim jacket and dirt-stained jeans — didn’t belong to the small-town kids he’d seen around North Denver. She looked older than him. Seventeen, maybe eighteen.
She was staring at the phone.
“Who are you?” Finney whispered.
Her eyes snapped toward him, and for a second, he saw something — anger, pain, maybe both. “You shouldn’t talk so loud,” she said softly. Her voice was sharp but distant, like it came from another room. “He’s upstairs.”
Finney swallowed hard. “You… you’re one of the kids, right? The ones he—”
She cut him off. “Don’t say it.”
He didn’t. Something about the way she looked at him made him feel small — like she’d seen things no one should have to see.
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Her name was Y/N.
She’d been seventeen when the Grabber took her. That was months ago — maybe more (years actually). Time didn’t seem to mean much to her anymore. She never ate. Never slept. And sometimes, when Finney turned away, she disappeared.
But when the black phone rang, she was always there.
“You can hear them, can’t you?” she asked once, watching him clutch the receiver. “The others?”
He nodded.
“Good. Then listen. They want you out of here.”
Her tone was firm, protective — like an older sister or a soldier trying to make him toughen up. When he hesitated, when he started to cry, she’d snap, “Don’t give him what he wants. Don’t cry. Don’t beg.”
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But sometimes, when the light flickered and her voice softened, Finney saw the girl she had been before — a teenager with dreams, fear, and a half-remembered life she’d never finish living.
“Why are you still here?” he asked one night.
Y/N smiled sadly. “Because he buried me in the garden. Because no one found me. Because someone has to stop him.”
Silence.
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to.” She stepped closer, her outline fading a little. “Just promise me something. When you get out — tell them about the girl in the denim jacket.”
Finney blinked, heart pounding. “Y/N—”
But she was already gone.
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When Finney finally fought back — when the Grabber fell, and the phone’s cord wrapped tight around his throat — he swore he heard someone whisper in his ear.
> “Now run.”
He didn’t look back until morning. The cops were digging up the yard when they found her. A denim jacket, bones beneath it, her name stitched faintly on the tag.
Finney stood behind the police tape, the black phone’s echo still in his head.
He thought he saw her one last time, standing on the porch, sunlight hitting her face. No blood. No bruises. Just peace.
She smiled. “Told you you’d make it.”
And then she was gone - with the other kids-leaving only the faint hum of the black phone behind.
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"Im here"
ALBERT SHAW X READER
Summary: how would he react if he caught you masterbating?
Warning: masturbation (obviously) slight breeding kink, no plot, Albert shaw, getting caught touching yourself, does this count as sadistic reader? Mask kink
(Does this count as smut?)
It was 1973. Albert was an awkward funny guy you had met not so long ago.
But over time you guys grew and fell inlove, he was your everything and it felt amazing
He was handsome, and adored you.
He was very kinky and you were to. He was the shoe that fit you and nothing would ever change it
Albert shaw was messy, sloppy, amazing, and breathtaking during sex. He knew all your sweet spots. He knew what to do to get you shaking and crying. It was like he knew every part of your body.
He would always remind you how beautiful you were and that you were all his.
Albert was pathetic when it came to you. He would turn into a masochist, he would cry of he found out you didnt want to have sex with him, he would be distant if you acted a certain way. He would give you the silent treatment if you even breath the wrong way around him
Not because he hated you but because he thought you hated him. He was self conscious and dismissive as it was. Although he turned scary when he wore that mask.
He would turn into the biggest sadistic ever. He loved seeing you in pain and cry, especially when he had his dick in you.
The mask gave him a kind of power, it made him feel separate from albert. It was as if it was his disguise or get away from the world?
You didn't know what his problem was with the mask but he loved it. Like it was his most prized possession other than you.
GETTING CAUGHT BY HIM WITH THE MASK OFF
Albert had came home from a long day
He was ready to take a cold shower and see you, he couldn't wait to get into bed next to you.
It was like the most beautiful thing hes ever seen.
Albert walked into the house, there was music coming out of his room which surprised him, he ran a hand through his hair. You only listened to music while you were cleaning. He closes the front door and set his things aside.
He called out your name quietly
Albert walked up to the room and twisted the nob, he pushed the door open and his eyes widened a little.
There you were all naked and sweaty. The sheets were messed up and your fingers were on your clit. Your free hand was over your nipple and your head was thrown back on a pillow.
Albert watched you, he stood still and quiet. He could've helped. He didn't know why you would do this by yourself. He would've loved to have been the one who left you like this
'Why didnt she wait for me?'
Albert cleared his throat. Your eyes shot open and you quickly fixed your position. You sat up and flattened your hair. "Albert?"
Albert nodded. "Why are you doing this by yourself?" He muttered "you could've waited for me. You know how I get..mad" he added
You sighed and ran a hand through your hair "al.. I didnt want to wait.. but you can still join me" you smiled
Albert stared at you for a few more seconds before kicking his shoes off and getting on the bed.
"You know im here. You don't need to continue alone" he stroked your jaw
Your smile widened and you giggled. He began to kiss you. Everywhere, love bites on your cheeks, neck, collar bone.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard. Fill you with my seed so you know to not do this without me... I'll make you have my baby, and do this every time I catch you" Albert growled
GETTING CAUGHT BY HIM WITH HIS MASK ON
Albert loved his mask. He would wear it sometimes to bed, to dinner. You didnt mind it.
You kinda found the mask hot, especially the frown one. But sometimes you loved the one with no mouth. Like this night
Albert had been downstairs fixing his mask since Sampson had ripped one of the horns off.
Albert was devastated when It happened. He cried in your arms for a few hours straight, you loved how he could do this.
You loved how he trusted you enough in such a vulnerable state, especially when Albert trusted nobody.
You laid in the bed you both shared, naked and alone. You traced your fingertips down to your stomach.
You shivered and thought about Albert. The way he was crying made you want to have him cry all the time.
Your fingers rubbed against your sensitive been causing a shiver down your spine. You moaned slightly and closed your eyes.
Your free hand gripped the bed sheets and you grinded upwards. It felt so good, you felt beautiful. The feeling was divine. You thought about how he would look crying while naked. How would he look crying for you to love him. How he would look crying for you..
Right before you had your orgasim you heard a low growl. You turned stiff and stopped all movement. You opened your eyes and saw albert
He had his hands bawled up in a fist. He had his mask on, the lower part had no mouth signaling he was mad.
"You fixed it" you breath out and pointed at the horn of the mask. He nodded slowly and got closer to you
He took a deep breath "why.. didn't you tell me to come help you?" Albert questioned and ran a hand along your thigh. "You know i hate when you do this. You're mine, you depend on me" he growled into your ear snd tighten his grip painfully
You gasped at the pain and grabbed his wrist "albert.. that hurts" you whimpered even though you slightly enjoyed it.
Albert pushed you off of his and pinned you to the bed. He trapped you under him. You could see his eyes shut through the mask holes. The nose of the mask grazed against your skin causing you to whimper slightly
"Albert.. im sorry.. I need you" you pleaded and looked at him with puppy eyes. Albert nodded and opened his botton up shirt. You brang your hand up to his chest snd squeezed it with a giggle
"You naughty girl" albert growled and held your neck, not with to much pressure to chock you but just enough to show who's in control.
"Are you going to punish me? Because I've been bad" you frowned and grinded your hips up towards him slightly.
Enjoying every moment of the taunting look he gave you
Forgot to post these pieces of Albert and Greta back from July.
There’s also a comparison with the graphic novel designs. I’m keeping mine, but I liked the pajamas tho!
