#vance hopper fanfiction | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

redroses07 · 1 year

Text

Real First Date//Vance Hopper

Vance Hopper X Fem!reader

Summary: Vance and reader are best friends and he asks to hang out after school, but she thinks he wants it to be something more

Content Warning: swearing, kissing

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Y'all...I don't know how I ended up writing this, but I actually really like it. Sorry if there's any typos, I wrote this whole thing in like a day (that's a record for me). And I apologize if anything seems out of character, it's really hard to write for Vance since he had like six minutes of screen time, so like 75% is based on head canons. Anyways, this is already too long, so I hope you enjoy the fic!!! Happy belated New Years!!! 🥰

You looked into the mirror, your critical reflection staring back at you. You looked like a mess. You sighed loudly, letting your face fall into your hands.

"My god, why the hell do I care so much?" You complained to yourself. After all, you were just going to hang out with your best friend...it's not like you hadn't done this a million times before.

Right?

No.

For some reason, this time was different. It all started after school. You met up with, Vance, your best friend after class. Although this wasn't unusual, you did this every day. Vance was extra quiet, which concerned you cause he usually never shut his mouth.

You asked him if he was okay. He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.

"Actually, can I ask you something" He huffed.

You said yes, and he proceeded to ask you if you wanted to go rollerskating with him after school.

"I know it's stupid, you don't have to say yes." You remember him saying.

"Of course I'll go, why would I say no?" You replied

"I don't know...I just thought never mind, see ya later." He said before turning to walk the other way.

You spent the whole walk home, and several hours after thinking about how weird the exchange was.

Why was he so nervous? You had never known Vance Hopper to be nervous about anything. It wasn't unusual for you to hang out after school...in fact you did almost every Friday.

Maybe it wasn't just a regular hang out to him, maybe he wanted it to be something more.

You thought about how Vance seemed to have a soft spot for you. Of course the boy had anger issues, he couldn't go a week without getting into a fight, sometimes even with his friends.

But with all the times you had gotten on his nerves, or done something that should make him angry, he had never lost his temper on you.

You used to brush that off as simply a friendship thing. After all, most people don't like to fight with their best friends, but maybe...you weren't just his best friend. You didn't know why but that thought made your heart skip a beat.

You decided to push the thoughts aside as you got ready to leave.

But now you found yourself sitting here, with a knot in your stomach. You looked at the clock next to your bed and realized you had to get going, so you gave your hair one last comb through, put on your shoes, and headed out the door.

The roller rink was within walking distance of your house, as were most places in your small town.

The wind whipped through your hair, making the extra brushing you had done pointless. You sighed in annoyance and continued walking.

When you finally approached the florescent lights of the roller rink you saw Vance waiting near the entrance.

You quickly combed your fingers through your hair, and walked up to him.

"Hey." you said happily.

"Finally, what took so long? I've been waiting here for like twenty minutes." Vance complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I think someone needs to learn some patience." You snapped.

"Shut up, asshole." He shoved you slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You mindlessly grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door. The place was crowded, as to be expected, it was a Friday night after all. The music was at full volume, the bass echoing off the walls of the building.

You looked down and realized you were still holding Vance's hand, you shook it off and shoved your hand in your pocket nervously.

You saw Vance side eye you, and he looked almost embarrassed...

"Come on, let's go rent some skates." He said, beginning to walk towards the front desk.

After the two of you paid for your skates you put them on, and made your way over to the rink.

"Is now a bad time to mention that I've never been skating before?" You said nervously, this was something that hadn't crossed your mind until now.

"Seriously?" Vance said, rolling his eyes.

You smiled sheepishly, blushing slightly.

"It's easy, here, I'll show you how." Vance exclaimed as he stepped into the rink. He extended his left hand, and you took it.

As you stepped onto the rink, it felt like you were standing on a giant slippery magnet and your shoes were made of metal.

It was a fight to stay on your feet as you held on to Vance's hand for dear life.

"Oh my god, how the hell do people do this." you complained.

"Well you've gotta stop moving around so much." he said in annoyance, taking his remaining arm and wrapping it around your waist to support you. You felt your heart rate increase as he did this, and you realized this was the first time you had ever been this close to him.

Despite the nervousness you were feeling from the fact that you could barely stand, his presence seemed to calm you.

"Isn't moving around what you're supposed to do?" you shoot back.

"Ugh, shut up and just listen to me." He snapped, tightening his grip on your waist.

you stopped moving, and regained your balance. You took a deep breath and tried to move forward, you rolled a couple feet without error.

"There you go." Vance said letting go of your waist.

You began to feel confident and sped up.

"Do you think I can let go now?" Vance asked as he loosed his grip on your hand.

"Yeah...yeah I think so." You didn't want to admit it, but you would've held his hand longer. Although, not because you needed it for balance.

As he let go you decided to skate ahead of Vance. In overconfidence you decided to turn around so you could face him.

"Hey look I'm-" You started, but you lost balance again and rolled straight into Vance.

He instinctively reached his arms out and caught you, preventing you from falling flat on your face. You gripped his shoulders tightly, as he was the only reason you were standing upright. You looked up and found your face inches from his.

Your face turned red with embarrassment.

"Sorry." You mumbled.

He smiled softly, his icy blue eyes pouring into yours. And for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you.

"Move it, love birds." Some guy yelled at the two of you. You tore your eyes away from Vance's, and realized that you had been totally blocking people's path.

"We are moving, asshole." Vance yelled.

You moved forward and faced the front again, balancing yourself. You grabbed Vance's hand and intertwined your fingers. He looked at you, slightly confused.

"I think I'll need this for a little while longer." you said softly.

The two of you spent the next hour skating and talking, without a care in the world.

When you were done, you put up your skates and headed out the door. The early spring air was perfect, not too warm and not too cold. You took a deep breath and took in your surroundings.

"Wanna take a walk?" Vance asked, running a hand through his messy blonde curls.

"Always." you replied.

You followed him as he walked towards the park. The two of you walked in silence, which was uncommon. The park was pretty much empty due to the time of day. A few dim streetlights illuminated the sidewalk, making it easy to see where you were going.

"Here, do you want to sit down." you suggested as you approached a bench.

He agreed and sat down next to you.

"So..." he began, turning to face you.

"So?" you replied with a smile.

"Listen...there's something I've gotta say." Vance began. He took your hands in both of his, and you hoped he was going to say what you were thinking.

"We've known each other for a long time...and...I...oh my god this is fucking stupid I don't know what I'm doing." He sighed, this was one of the few times you had seen him falter. He always knew what he wanted to say or do, and seeing him be so unsure was a strange experience.

"Vance." you said, removing your hands from his and reaching up to cup his face.

His breath hitched as you made contact, and he looked down at you. There was a moment of silence as you contemplated your next choice of words.

You took that moment to study his every feature. The way his eyes looked at you with pure admiration, the few blonde curls that had fallen over his face, his slightly parted lips.

Well...you thought to yourself, actions do speak louder than words.

You took a leap of faith and connected your lips with his. The kiss was soft and short, but your lips seemed to fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

When you parted, you couldn't find any words to fill the silence.

"I think you read my mind." Vance chuckled.

"Yeah..I'm good about that, with you at least." You said, looking towards the ground, trying to hide your beet red face.

"Hey." Vance whispered. He brushed his fingers under your chin, and tilted your head up to face him. He softly touched his thumb to your lips before tackling you with a second kiss.

This kiss was harsh, passionate, and just better overall. He placed his hands on opposite sides of your face. You rested your head in his hands, increasing the effect of the kiss.

You broke apart slowly, and continued to lean into him.

"I should be getting home soon." You said reluctantly.

"That's okay, I'll walk you." Vance offered as he stood up.

You rose from your seat and stood next to him. He put an arm around your waist, and the two of you began to walk down the sidewalk.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself, this had been a real date after all.

322 notes · View notes

ribbonzlace · 1 year

Text

Too Close ➣ (Vance Hopper x fem!Reader.)

Idk how people do fanfiction format on tumblr and I'm very confused so hopefully I'm doing this right💀💀

📞 age is gonna be set as 16.

(Yes this is based off the song by sir Chloe, I linked it I'm pretty sure. don't yell at me for it not being a 70s song ok this idea just popped in my head. I may or may not proofread this so if there's horrible writing / spelling, I told you so.

Summary: you and the one and only, infamous Vance Hopper grow close to each other, which Vance takes very personally since he's not close with anyone. When your toxic friends find out, they get into his head and make him think that he's nothing special to you.

Warnings/triggers: maybe violence??? Idk though, you all know how's Vance is soo..... Language,Toxic friends, insecurities, rumors,bad writing, lies, angst , fluff (?? Probably) if anything else that makes someone uncomfortable that's contained in this, please let me know so that I can add it Female reader, 2nd point of view .(You, your)

REQUESTS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!

You huffed under your breath, the crowds in the hallway rushing acting as tsunamis. A lot of the weaker people in the crowded space fell over or got pushed (intentionally or not,) onto the filthy tiled floor to get trampled on like trash on a busy highway. The people in the school where massively stingy and dull. It was very uncommon that someone had cared about the people around them WHILE still focusing on their love life, grades, etcetera. But the list was extensive of the people who had ONLY cared about themselves, quote on quote 'love life', aka being a well known player, anything that fell into the topic of this. And then there always comes with the few people who everybody bowed down to, or the people that everybody had cowered in corners when they heard the footsteps or words of a person that didn't want to be messed with. And then the occasional 'trash on a busy highway' ,aka the people who where on the beat list. You had been in the middle of it all. No, you weren't a bitch who played with people's feelings. Although you did wonder what it would be like to have a boyfriend, or someone to like you back, or like you first, but you didn't let those thoughts get in the way *almost.* you weren't a self indulgent asshole either. Sure, you did hold grudges against people at times, but you let them past you. You didn't know what category you fell into.

It never really occurred to you that you had hung out with people who where self indulgent, but they where also the people everyone bowed down to. You could say they where your friends, but they also treated you like dog shit. They used you. But you also could say that since you hung out with them, you had a good reputation. People did like you, admired you, wanted to be with you, but they only wanted to just for THEIR own reputation, or to show off, or for your looks. They wanted to be known for dating a pretty girl in their school, not for dating someone with a heart filled with gold. They just wanted the outside of you, not the inside. It hadn't been a crush for them, not a 'like' for them, just a shitty type or thrill for them. Not a good thrill. One of the only people that had been on your mind sometimes, would've been Vance Hopper. And you where guilty for thinking about him, in a romantic way especially. He was someone everyone feared, hell, he was a nightmare. A walking monstrosity. He would beat someone to a pulp if they even dared to let a grunt in his direction. And you hadn't known why you had a small hope of him, he was a bitch. He wouldn't like you in that way, let alone stare in your direction. You figured it was just a in-the-moment type of thing, not a crush, not a 'in-love' type of thing. If you where ever to tell someone about this little thing you had felt, they would either laugh in your face of disbelief, scoff, or think you where crazy. If you where to tell him he would laugh in your face, scoff, or just beat you to a pulp, until your eyes where swollen with redness and tears, and your lips busted, along with a bloody nose and bruises everywhere, and especially an aching heartbreak.

You could tell it was going to be a long, boring day. You shut your locker, a echo being clothed from all of the laughter and screaming from it. and let out a desperate sigh. When you shut your locker, a very well kept looking girl came into view. Her elbow propping her up against the locker as on of her squeaky cleaned white Mary - Jane's crossed over the other shoed foot. "Heyy, Y/N!" She cooed, venom lacing around the mention of your name. She had almost blinding worthy blonde hair, it being brighter than a badly bleached pair of nude colored jeans. You mentally groaned before saying "Heyy, Diane." (OOC: if that's your name, you can change hers to something else, this goes to any other made up character I make as well💀) you said nervously, with a hint of annoyance. ( OOC: Veronica Sawyer and Heather Chandler?!??? If you get the reference than I love you and you deserve a big kiss.)

"Did you need something?" The question lingered in both of your minds. "Well, uhm yes I did actually. " she gave a fake smile, and then continued. "Ya' know Bruce Yamada? Well, he told me he had a crush on you. But that's not all," she paused. "He wanted me to ask you if you could meet him at the park, 5:30 today. " she finished, and boy did she sound believable in that moment, and you actually believed her. "Really?" You'd ask, mostly for confirmation. A sparkling glint in her eye.

She nodded. The shrill sound of the bell filled the halls, and everybody walked to their classes. "Welp, gotta go. See you soon Y/N." She chirped, a devious tone on the tip of her tongue. You nodded, and watched her skip away holding her books so tightly you thought they would crush into smithereens, like an object under a hydraulic press. You walked the other way, heading to first period.

Time skip lmao

It had finally been the end of the school day, 3:00 pm. Kids rushed out the school doors, or carelessly shoved their books in their lockers, shut it, and did the same as everyone else. Some kids felt down the cement stairs as they ran to freedom. You put your books in the locker, and slammed it shut. And for a moment, you felt icy blue eyes staring at you. You turned around, your backpack hanging loosely off one shoulder. You made contact with the eyes. It was a long, sensational stare. It made a tingly feeling in your stomach. Vance looked you right in the eye and it felt like it had been hours, when really it was only just a few seconds. You where first to break the staring contest, as you got engulfed in the crowds of people as you joined in on the storm. You walked out the doors, feeling the fresh breeze hit your face. You walked to your bike, sitting in the metal holders on the side of the building. You slid the other backpack strap over your shoulder as you hopped on the bike seat and started riding towards your house.

The weather felt warm today, but it also looked autumn-ish as you watched orange and auburn colored leaves fall off the tree and either float amongst the breeze or fall to the pavement of the black pavement. The leaves that had fallen where crouched against the edges of the road end the side walk, mixed with some litter. The leaves that swept into the road got crunched under the tires of your bike, accepting their fate as they split from their whole. It took a few minutes your you to get home, but when you did get home you where exasperated and bored. You still remembered you had to meet up with Bruce. You walked up to your room, and looked thoroughly through your wardrobe, looking for an outfit that made you look at least a little presentable. You decided on brown bell-bottomed jeans with a small flower pattern stitched on the very bottom. You then picked out a striped long sleeve shirt, the stripes finned with a variety colors and repeating them after the first pattern on them was finished.

It didn't look like much, but it did look nice on you although it did not look like you where preparing for an occasion. You put on your black converse with a star pattern on the side of them and decided to go to the grab n go to pass time. Your parents wouldnt care and they wouldn't know because their at work, so it wouldn't matter if you where trapped in the deep depths of the earth, they wouldn't notice because their too busy caught up in their own personal life outside of their daughter. You hadn't cared, but the other half of you did find it to hurt a bit, more like a lot. The last time you remembered when you and your parents spent quality time together was when you where about 10 and a half. You guys went to a carnival that had been happening around that time, and you all went home that night with aching stomachs and dizzy minds that where filled with laughing gas. You guys had stayed up until 1 AM watching black and white grainy tv shows that had been confusing as hell. After your little fashion show of picking a cute outfit, you rode to the grab n go.

When you arrived, you pushed the shiny steel handle of the door and walked in, the entrance bell ringing and filling everyone's ears. It was sorta quiet in the medium sized snack shack, the only noise being the careless cashier lighting a cigarette, or video game noises being faintly heard from the back. You walked down the candy aisle, looking at all the appealing junk, this would lead you to the noise you heard without even knowing. You hummed as you reached the end of the isle, reading a label on the bright package. You picked it out, crumbled cash in your bell bottomed jeans pocket. You had about maybe 5 dollars and 12 cents. You weren't the greatest and counting money, but you'd still know enough to know what you could and couldn't afford. You turned around the corner of the aisle, accidentally brushing shoulders with a certain jeans jacket. You hadn't been as tall as him, your head maybe reaching his nose at most. It was kind of a hard brush, so when you guys turned around at the same time to figure out what that was, you locked eye's.

It was Vance.

He was about to say a very deep down spoken threat, until you got it to him first. "Ah, Vance. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. " you blinked and an apologetic tone laced around your words, filling his ears. His tense angry body relaxed in that moment, his eyes filled with hatred slowly filled up with love. "It's fine, " he mumbled sternly. You fumbled around with sentences in your mind as the pinball machine screen blinked 'Game Over' in red. You saw him look at the screen infuriatingly, kicking his foot at the machine in defeat because of some stupid distraction. He didn't know why he wasn't yelling at you right now, telling you off for ruining his game. He just felt something pulling him back from doing it. You looked at the anger in his eyes. "I could give you a quarter, if you want. " "Really?" He said eagerly. "Yea."You grabbed a quarter from your pocket and slid it into the pinball machine. You watched over his shoulder as his hands flicked one button to another at a fast pace. Your eyes then traced up to the etching of his hair. Sure, you've seen him around school a lot, but it was now or never to notice the details about him. You looked at the dirty blond strands leaking into the light ones, filling each layer of his long curly hair. The sun leaked through the window by the machine, shining brightly upon his head. You looked at the packaged candy in you hand and remembered why you came here in the first place and that it was a coincidence that he happened to be here. Except he was always here, and you always noticed his blonde hair sticking out in the back as he played pinball contently, with so much focus on the machine that it was unbelievable. You cleared your throat, he didn't look over but you knew he was listening.

"I gotta go, I have plans. Fun talk, maybe we should talk again." You knew you guys barely even had a conversation, let alone a talk. It was more of an invite or an excuse to have an actual friend. Even though he was a nightmare, he hadn't been a dick to you so far. He nodded, but a nervous expression overcame his face. You only saw it in the corner of your eye as you began to walk away. "Wait," he suddenly spoke up, now walking behind you leaving the pinball machine unattended, yet to lose another game again. You turned around, humming a soft "hm?" "Uh, you know your 'date' with Bruce? Well you should know that I was there when your friends where talking about it. Bruce never told what's her name to say that, he doesn't even like you. Your friends where planning to do some shit to mess with you, make you think he stood you up or something. " He blurted out. You watched his demeanor seemingly to try to be calm but his eyes flickered around frantically. He didn't want you to have to hear this from him, and he didn't want to watch you cry or something right in front of him and he would just stand there not knowing what to do.

But you where perfectly fine with what he just told you. You nodded and chuckled a bit, slapping your palm over your face with your free hand. He finally met your eyes. "I shoulda know she would've done something like this, your a life saver. " you said, slapping a hand over his shoulder gently and patting it. He tensed at the sudden touch, but then relaxed again. "Really?" He questioned, nobody would ever think of him as a life saver, let alone pat him on the shoulder. You nodded back at him, a smile curling between your lips. You picked another quarter out of your pocket and slid it between his hand, his heart fluttering at the touch.

"I'll see you tomorrow, have fun with your pinball game, don't get distracted again. " you remarked waving him off and walking to the cash register. He watched you watch away, gripping the quarter in his hand. He listened to the shrill ding above the door before putting the quarter in his jean jacket pocket. He wasn't going to spend the quarter on a pinball game. He was going to keep it, he thought.

------

A/N

This is only part one lmao kinda a slow burn I'm hella tired right now though sooo......

Please tell me if you liked it and you guys can always request fanfiction ideas or anything like that!

#Spotify #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #the black phone #tbp era #tbp x reader #vance the black phone #tbp vance #vance hopper fanfiction #fandom tag #tbp tag #bruce yamada #bruce tbp

199 notes · View notes

havocskies · 2 years

Note

hi u can do vance hopper x shy male reader who loves reading horror books and drawing gore horror stuff

THIEF | VANCE HOPPER X MALE READER

ofc i can !! i love this sm actually omg, thank you for requesting !!! as a shy horror nerd and someone who loves drawing this will be so easy to write i think

also i know requests are getting done very slowly it's bc i'm trying to work on all of them n most of them are fics 😭 i have stuff goin on irl too </33 also this is not proofread unfortunately 🫶

TWs: none

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

"What are you drawing?"

As a particularly familiar voice greets your ears you look up, your attention stolen away from your sketchbook. It was your boyfriend who was currently hanging out with you. At the moment he seemed to be watching you draw, looming over your shoulder. In any other circumstance this would likely seem intimidating but he was your boyfriend no matter how scary he accidentally was sometimes.

"A killer from this one new horror movie I saw - Texas Chainsaw Massacre I think? It's pretty cool. I'm drawing Nubbins, the weird hitchhiker dude." You explain, the tips of your mouth being pulled into a careful smile. You didn't often talk this much about your drawings but you knew Vance was genuinely curious, even if he had no idea what you were drawing half the time. He liked horror movies but he wasn't an avid fan like you were. Plus you liked books more than movies, and books weren't really Vance's thing.

"Oh, I heard about that I think. I thought you liked books though?" Vance questioned, watching the careful movements of your pencil on paper with interest. His question made you giggle a little which earned you a small glare in return.

"I do, it just seemed interesting. I can still watch movies, y'know. I did draw Carrie earlier today, though. The girl from that one book by Steven King? She was bullied a lot and got pigs blood dumped on her at prom, went absolutely crazy?" You tried your best to explain the book in hopes your boyfriend would understand but he simply stared blankly, his mouth pushed into a frown. You tried your best not to giggle but Vance looked so much less intimidating while he was confused you couldn't help but find it a little cute.

He didn't find it as amusing as you did. Instead he huffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not a nerd like you, I don't read every book that I see." He shot back despite nothing being said in the first place.

"I think you'd actually like reading. If you weren't on that pinball machine all day, I mean. I swear you like it more than me." You joke. This seems to spark some amusement in Vance. He laughs, and you laugh in return. Even so, he's quick to defend himself as always.

"I do not! You might as well love your books more, you stare at them more than you stare at me." He playfully pushes your shoulder which may have been a little too hard but you know he means nothing by it. You decide to drop the subject and turn the page to the drawing of Carrie you had finished before Vance came over. It was the scene where Carrie was dying at the end and Sue found her. You liked that scene a lot, it was nice to know Carrie died knowing Sue didn't hate her.

Vance stares at the drawing, his brows furrowed. "What's going on in it?" Oh. You had forgotten he wasn't aware.

"Carrie, the one dying, is kind of reading Sue's mind before she dies. She finds out Sue didn't actually hate her and didn't know what was going to happen at prom. I just like the scene, I don't know." You shrug, dismissing everything else you'd like to say about the book. While you're practically obsessed with it you know Vance doesn't really care for books at all, so you decide not to bore him about it. To your surprise he inquires more about it, anyway.

"What's the rest of the book about?" He seems genuinely interested, his gaze fixed on the drawing as he stares at every part, every detail. You hesitate for a second before answering briefly.

"This girl, like 17 or 18 I think, is bullied at school for being really sheltered by her mom. She doesn't really know a lot and is just kind of an outcast, I guess." You watch Vance's expression and surprisingly he's still listening, waiting for you to continue. You do. "Anyway, Sue gets Tommy to take her to prom so she can have a good time and live her life like an actual person. Her mom's super religious though so she didn't like it but Carrie went anyway. Another group of people poured pigs blood on her while they were crowned queen and queen."

Vance seemed as though he were in thought for a moment before he quickly fixed his expression. "It sounds okay, I guess." He shrugged and tapped his fingers against his arms. He normally fiddled with his pocket knife but you had recently asked him not to do it around you, it often made you nervous. He was understanding, and you knew he would be. Vance was without a doubt scary but you were his boyfriend, he wasn't going to scare you. Not with any harm, anyway.

Instead Vance had a habit of simply sneaking up on you or showing up behind corners while you were distracted. He still took joy in being an absolute menace, unfortunately. You're taken away from your thoughts as your boyfriend takes your pencil from your hand and more carefully takes your sketchbook. You allow him, you knew he had no malicious intent.

Often times when he took your sketchbook he simply wanted to look through it or occasionally doodle. This time it seemed as though he were trying to copy your drawing of Carrie right beside your own. His lips were pressed together and his brows furrowed as he focused, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly more when he messed up and had to erase his mistake. You weren't sure if he was frustrating himself until he threw the pencil down onto the bed and looked at you with a proud grin.

You take your attention away from Vance and look at his copy of your drawing. A small smile is placed upon your face as you study it. It really wasn't that good, but Vance was proud of it and it certainly was a bit better than it normally was. If your drawing wasn't right there you'd be able to guess it was Carrie. Had he been practicing or something?

"You have some competition, now." Your boyfriend boasted, his arms crossed as he looked down at your sketchbook and then back up to you. You snort, shaking your head a little in disbelief. "Clearly. Stop practicing, i'm supposed to be the artsy one in this relationship, that's my job. Not yours."

Vance let out a laugh at your response. "Maybe I will take your place. Be careful." You rolled your eyes in attempts to show your false lack of approval but the smile plastered onto your expression proved otherwise. You couldn't believe it, before you had dated Vance you would've assumed the most artsy thing he was interested in was carving things with his pocket knife. You were proven wrong, apparently.

Whether it was from an actual new interest in drawing or his competitive nature in general you weren't sure, but you weren't complaining. You were glad he at least had some sort of interest in the things your interested in, even if it was just to try and be better than you at it. An idea popped up into your head, an idea anyone else would get punched for even considering. You were his boyfriend though, so you were pretty much safe.

"I'll just beat your highscore at pinball or something. Doesn't seem that hard." You shrugged, taking a quick glance at Vance's expression. He looked shocked, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes wide. You almost laughed but you managed to bite your tongue. As much as you knew Vance wouldn't actually hurt you you couldn't count on him putting you in a light headlock, which was probably what he was considering right now.

"You wouldn't even get close." Vance's voice got lower, his tone nowhere far away from threatening. Still, the spark of amusement in his eyes is still there. He's only teasing.

"I'm thinking about it. Since we're picking up new hobbies and all." You flip through the pages of your sketchbook to try and seem as though this conversation wasn't interesting you in the slightest. You probably just looked a little dumb.

"You absolutely will not!" Vance quickly moves forward and holds you close in a position where you could barely move. You can't help but laugh, your fists flying backwards in an attempt to get out of your boyfriend's grasp. It comes nowhere near working but you can feel the vibrations of him trying his best to stop himself from laughing, too. It wasn't really working that well.

"Vance Hopper I will break that pinball machine instead!" You cackled, finally landing a hit on Vance. By the way he grunted and seemed to almost stagger a little you could tell you had accidentally hurt him more than you wanted to. Before you could even pause and apologize he was back to teasing as if you hadn't even done anything at all.

"I'll just take your sketchbook, then." Your boyfriend stated in a matter-of-fact tone. You barely even get your words out before he lets go and grabs your sketchbook before you get a chance to. Vance quickly gets off of your bed and you copy his movements, the two of you pausing as you wait for the other to move. You move first, grabbing for your sketchbook only for him to let out a bark of laughter and run out of your room. You want to say something but you decide to save your breath for the chase you knew he was likely going to win.

Vance ran from cops significantly more than you did. You never ran from cops, you didn't have to. This wasn't the first time he had unceremoniously stolen something from you and ran, unfortunately. He seemed to find it entertaining and while you did, too in a sense it didn't always end in you winning. Still, you decide to feed his already overgrown ego and chase him around your house in hopes he won't accidentally break anything in the process.

It doesn't take you long to catch up, once you get downstairs you find him waiting right in the living room. The second he sees you, though, he starts running again and you do, too. You dodge various pieces of furniture, almost knocking one of the chairs in your dining room over. Thankfully Vance is much less clumsy than you and as far as you have seen hasn't come close to breaking anything or knocking anything over.

"Give it!" You demand, your breath overtaking your voice as you struggle to get it back. Vance is struggling too, his chest rising and lowering as he stands with your sketchbook on the other side of the table. Rather than a proper response he gives an out of breath laugh. You know you won't get your stolen property back by simply catching him, that boy has outrun probably half of the police officers in Denver easily.

You try your best to formulate a plan in your head. You could trick him, but you weren't really sure how. Even though he had already failed two grades and was easily going on year three he wasn't an idiot. Whatever you quickly came up with he'd definitely figure out without a doubt. Bribery, maybe. The only thing he cares about his pinball, though, and you weren't that keen on wasting money when you knew he'd give it back eventually.

Even so, you wanted to win. You may be the polar opposite of your boyfriend personality wise but you were equally as competitive. You were going to get that sketchbook back on your own.

"I'll give you money for pinball if you give me my sketchbook." You try your best to hide your growing smirk. Vance raised one singular eyebrow, his breaths becoming more regulated as time goes on. You don't need a verbal response to know he's considering and likely wants you to go on.

"Enough for like - a few games maybe? I know you're short on change right now, you were complaining about it earlier at the Grab n' Go." You knew this because you were the one Vance was complaining to. You often watched him play pinball the same as he often watched you draw.

"Okay, deal." Vance shrugs, stepping forward. You know Vance, and you know he's not just gonna give it to you that easily. You're gonna have to be equally as mean if you want that sketchbook as bad as he does. As soon as he walks close enough you waste no time to tackle him to the ground, catching him off guard and causing both of you to tumble into the ground.

Before Vance has enough time to react you grab your sketchbook from his hands and try your best to get up. Instead he grabs your ankle and pulls you down, crawling forward in attempt to grab your own sketchbook from your hands after you had just taken it back from him. You loved him, but the audacity this boy has sometimes is truly unbelievable. Determined to not let Vance take it again you slide it across the floor, causing your boyfriend to pause and curse under his breath.

You could tell he was beginning to take this seriously. You were too, in a sense. You really wanted to win for once and Vance could tell. The two of you rush forward, your socks sliding on the floor of the dining room as you both try your best to get there first. Without thinking you push Vance's face away to try and give you enough time and stop him a little. It works, and you feel your sketchbook in your hands once again.

You decide to not make the mistake of lingering again and bolt upstairs deciding running outside with Vance chasing you would look a little odd without context. You also didn't feel like getting your socks dirty. Your boyfriend wastes no time chasing after you as you make your ways upstairs, the thumping of two pairs of feet on the stairs probably enough to cause an earthquake if you both tried hard enough.

You make it into your room before Vance does and, knowing exactly what he's gonna try, shove it into one of your drawers right after closing the door on his face. It opens right after you shut the drawer closed, leaving you to stand in your own room empty handed and a little nervous. Your boyfriend looks over your room in a frenzy to try and find your sketchbook and quickly gives up, accepting the sketchbook is gone but not yet accepting you actually won.

A proud grin adorns your face, your whole body shaking with leftover adrenaline from being chased around your own house and being knocked to the ground once or twice. Vance stares at you before huffing and sitting down onto your bed, the mattress shifting with the new weight of your boyfriend. You join him.

"So I don't get the change for pinball?" He asks, his voice full of disappointment that really doesn't match his personality at all. You sigh and roll your eyes ever so slightly, the smallest of smiles appearing as you fished through your pockets for change. As you hand it over to Vance his expression immediately lights up and he affectionately punches you in the shoulder, maybe a little harder than necessary. "Alright, thanks." He laughs, putting the coins into his own pockets. You really got robbed twice.

You snort in response and Vance seems to stare at your small bookshelf, his eyes apparently caught on a specific one. You follow his gaze but can't tell exactly which one he's looking at specifically, there are quite a few.

"Hey, isn't that the book you were talking about?" You narrow your eyes in thought before you finally come across the memory.

"Oh, yeah. Carrie. Why?"

"Can I uh - borrow it or something? I probably won't finish it, I'm not a literal nerd like you, but you seemed to like it so maybe it's not that bad." He shrugged nonchalantly, though his fixed attention on the book broke his 'cool guy' facade. You smirk, standing up and grabbing the book from the shelf.

"Sure, I don't mind. Just give it back at some point, please." You can't help but chuckle, holding the book out towards your boyfriend. He gives an indignant snort in response and takes it from your hands.

"No promises."

146 notes · View notes

1-800-fei · 2 years

Text

Vance Hopper Headcanons!

Don't take these seriously, they're all in good fun!

— Vance hates people touching his hair, and he might even get aggressive if someone touches it without asking. His mother is the only person who can touch it.

— He likes to climb out of his window so he can sit on his roof. He actually fell off one time and broke his ankle, but he claimed it happened during a fight.

— He sometimes doesn't realize how aggressive he is, and when he tries to speak calmly, he fails to. It always makes him feel bad because he unintentionally scares people when it happens.

— He likes cherry-flavored things above everything else. To him, it isn't a tie between cherry and blue raspberry; blue raspberry doesn't even cut close.

— Vance likes dogs, but only gentle ones. He fears that he might get aggressive if a dog gets rowdy with him, so he prefers gentle dogs that he can play with without having to worry.

— His favorite kinds of shows are really childish ones and really violent ones, there's no middle ground. He's either watching Saturday morning cartoons or he's watching a show/movie where people are dying left and right.

#vance hopper #vance hopper the black phone #vance hopper x you #vance hopper imagine #vance hopper fanfiction #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #vance hopper headcanons #vance hopper x reader #fanfiction #headcanons

398 notes · View notes

xalicitie · 2 years

Text

Something a Little More — Vance Hopper x Female OC Character

Navy DeHaan is a 16 year old working cop trainee, apart of the Denver Police Department—DPD—of Colorado. When called into a more ramshackle, downtrodden town hosting itself at the rim of Colorado, where an ongoing line of teenage boys have been allegedly “disappearing out of thin air”, Navy enters the investigation in pursuit of who has been the catalyst of these missing kids, as well as a rivalry yet friendship between a hostile teenage boy named Vance Hopper.

TW: Blood, cussing, perversion

AN: I probably won’t continue this story on for too long since I’m not too interested in the characters or the premise but whatevs

📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞

CHAPTER 1: Kickstart

“Is it just me, or did the air just turn fuckin’ nasty?”

My dad’s raucous voice meshed with the Led Zeppelin song playing on the radio.

“We’re a long way from home.” I sighed, shuffling in the car seat that had likely numbed my entire body. “Honestly. Why’re these murders taking place in a hellhole like this?” My brown eyes treaded along the pastel horizon to meet with the stubby buildings building up decently far off into the distance. This sky felt empty, juxtaposed to the much chattier one in Denver which was encapsulated with the ends of skyscrapers reaching for the clouds. The sky drifting above this town was starkly silent, a feature I found somewhat..eerie. Maybe it was the dawning case I’d have to work on in this town for the extent of our stay here, which I found myself hoping would be a more..diminutive amount of time.

“That’s what we’re here to find out, kiddo.” I might’ve counted every swirl drowning in the clouds by now. Road trips were one of my least favorite things, although we did travel habitually.

“Hey. Even though this place seems harmless, you know I want you safe at all times. Curfew at 9, Navy.”

“The suspect, who we have no clues as to what this person may look like, is hunting boys.” I expressed with a gesture of the hand. “Plus you know I can take care of myself. If I get caught, you’ll know the suspect’ll able to handle a policeman’s daughter, one endeavoring for a spot maybe even higher than her father’s.��

“That’s the last thing I’d want, Navy—you know this isn’t a game, right?” His tone cut through the underlying electric guitar solo as his hostile gaze grazed mine. My lips stayed a thin line as my chest heaved heavenwards. “No messing around, not with something like this going on. You should’ve been taught that lesson long ago.”

“It was a joke.” The squeak rashly left my lips, my volition thrown out of the car window.

The rest of the car ride was filled with more boisterous metal songs before we’d finally arrived to the place. It was frankly worse than the semblance of the town I’d formed in my head. The buildings weren’t even reaching for the sky—they were holding their hands a few inches into the air, dangling their claws as far as a turtle could raise it’s fat head up. Pi-ti-ful.

God, how was I going to survive even a few damn months here? The smell was dehumanizing enough.

However, one of the likely only pros of living in this shithole was that I’d probably know everyone who’d walk these streets by, give it, two months. That was what I’d always heard of small towns; everyone was apparently connected—everyone knew every kid and their mom, that was just how it worked.

I found myself musing on what the minuscule set of pros might be as my dad and I pulled up to a gas station. By now we were starting to reach what I took was the center of the town.

“Could you get some snacks?” My dad spoke up as he parked the car, digging into his wallet before hovering his hand in the air. There was still an underlying bitterness lingering in my vindictive eyes as we shared a glare, but I snatched the card from his hand with a swipe before swinging the car door open.

Moments later I was stepping into the first place I’d ever walk into in this town.

Nosy eyes followed me everywhere I went as I roamed the various aisles. Everyone was in their own corners amidst their own friends, and they were clearly gossiping amongst themselves—the hushed tone of their voices told it’s tale. I grabbed a handful of snacks hastily and sauntered over to the counter.

My mien was of a I-don’t-want-to-be here—I-didn’t-even-fucking-sign-up-for-this—get-me-out type style, yet no matter how evident I desperately tried to make that seem, someone still decided to mess with me and my mood.

“You’re new here, huh?”

I hadn’t taken much notice of the cashier until that very moment. He was a middle aged man, who was seemingly going through his balding stage. But there I knew being more than just nice—he was interested in me, it was crystal clear in the sly lecherousness sporting his blue eyes, fixing them into a darker shade.

I’d dealt with people like this before. Only desiring walking back out of that doorway, I opted to keep the situation trivial.

“Mhm.” I murmured shortly, which surely gave off the underlying impression that I was definitely not into older men. But this man was relentless.

“So. You gonna tell me your name, pretty?”

A groan slithered from the crease of my dry lips. This was getting to be tedious.

“Oh, don’t be so pessimistic, babe! Tell me your name.”

The nickname “babe” nearly threw me off, but I stood my hard ground nevertheless. Anger began to bubble like hot molten lava underneath my shielded, tan skin.

“Navy.” I reluctantly but stubbornly replied.

“Ah! Navy, as in the army! You know, such a manly name shouldn’t be given to such a beautiful young lady-“

A scowl tore onto my face like a piece of leather that had been slashed through by a dagger’s blade.

“Okay, give me the bag, dipshit.”

And it was as if everyone had taken a screeching halt.

Albeit, the ringing engulfing the whole of my ears was almost deafening enough to block out the silence and the whispers, seconds later I’d came to the revelation that nearly everyone in the goddamn station was alerted of our discord. My face was fuming red—I just wanted to get to my new, awful home and get. The fuck. Out of here. As my twitching hand then hovered over the pocket of my military jeans, the man held a vexed glower.

“Okay, get over here, you little-“

And that was when another figure came swinging into action adjacent to me, all to my damn discombobulation and utter shock.

His hand had deftly gripped the man’s forearm—the boy who’d stepped into the fight—and then.. and then his other was wrapped around the cover of the tip jar. And-And that’s when suddenly his arm had smashed the jar onto the man’s fist with a deafening crash, eliciting an anguished cry of pain from the cashier’s throat.

“One thing to know about this town—“ As the figure turned onto his heel, I realized then that he was a teenage boy, definitely near or even of my age. But that wasn’t what had seized my attention—no, it was the disheveled, gaudy blonde hair that trickled to the muscle of his broad shoulders. At least that was three quarters of it, actually. The rest was drawn into the incandescent blue thriving in his driven eyes. Hubris shone off of him like a damn aura. “Perverts run the streets like mice, bitch. You should thank me: I just saved your ass.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t need the saving, asshole.” I griped, fatigued by the second egotistical male I’d encountered today. God, this town really favored flamboyant men. Taking the grip of my trusty dagger between the mold of my fingers, I put my knife on display as if proving my worth. “My dad’s a police officer. And frankly, I would’ve handled the situation much better.”

“What, so you have a knife. Were you going to wave it around the guy’s head like a baby flashes his fucking toy? You’re half of his size, little girl!” My face puckered with utter and complete disdain as I rose up to retort another comeback.

“Navy! What the fuck!”

And then my eyes bulged promptly into two round circles as the voice zipped into my ears. I had discerned the holder of the words the moment one syllable had been perceived in my mind. Turning languidly, I twisted around to face the man: my father, whom stood with a boiling red face right in the middle of the store doorway. A wad of spit descended down my taut throat in that moment as our similar gazes crashed, and mine softened slightly in a diffidence. I could just hear his condescending comments rising in my ears like a cataclysmic wave.

Oh, this really had to be right after our fight. He was gonna get my ass for this one.

“Officer! Officer!” We were both simultaneously snapped out of our stare, having averted our eyes cautiously to the worker. His hand was dripping of crimson red. “Those two! Arrest them!”

“No. This wasn’t my daughter, she wasn’t taught this way.” He muttered in a raspy tone, stomping his feet against the station floor. He returned to his position beside me, eyes flickering between me and the worker and the boy behind manically. “Was it you, boy?!”

My gaze glided over to the teenage boy. It was obvious by how he held his breath that he—no matter how inflated his ego may be—was intimidated by my dad’s burly stance. I almost laughed aloud.

“He was hitting on your daughter. I had to do something about it.” A roll played on my eyes. “It wasn’t like I was crying for you help, blondie—“

“He was hittin’ on my daughter?!”

I turned to the damned cashier. It was as if his insolent life had flashed right before his tormented eyes. “Get over here! Now!”

“God almighty..” I muttered, rubbing the aches of my temples as my dad ran around and to the back the the counter.

Turns out that this town was so much worse than aforementioned. Per-Perfect.

“Why’d you even move here?”

My pupils, surrounded by a chocolate brown, drifted to the brazen boy once more. I had found myself shocked as to how sincerely interested those few words had been, compared to the tempestuous ones he’d been spitting at me before.

“No one who wears clothes that look that fucking expensive come over here.”

A breezy sigh fell from my lips. “It’s only temporary.” I confirmed with a tedious voice, wrapping my arms in a tight hold. “I’ll run out of this city if I’m forced to.”

“You should while you can, Navy.” The way his tongue played my name vexed me. “Well, you’ve stolen enough time from me, cunt, I have to get back to my game.”

“Could I at least have a name?” I poked once more, prying for information on the guy. His frizzy hair of blonde halted before the forefront of his face overturned the back of his head, bringing him to face my inquiring countenance.

“You’d probably figure it out without getting it from me, anyway.” The boy paused. “Vance Hopper.”

I was just about to comment about how stupid his name was before my dad called my name out in a yell. Before sauntering out of the store, I turned to the boy a last time.

“Stop fucking cussing, Vance Hopper.” I quipped before running off back to my father.

#vance hopper #Vance hopper smut #the black phone #Ethan Hawke #Eddie Munson #Vance hopper fanfiction #finney blake #finney Blake fanfiction #Eddie munson fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #Vance hopper fanfic #stranger things #horror #angsty #enemies to lovers

115 notes · View notes

girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

Text

Steel and gold -Vance Hopper & OC

Summary: Slices of life. Violet meets the so feared Pinball Vance in school.

Warnings: For obvious reasons all the characters are minors. Vance is about 15 (I know movie says it was 13 but -let's be honest, that's funny) so the rest of the characters are about 13-14. TW: mentions of bullying, common used slurs (it's 1979).

The first time she saw him come in, Violet felt a little shock. Everyone knew Pinball Vance, that's what they called him because he spent his free time playing pinball at the mini-supermarket, although that wasn't the only reason he was famous. Famous, not popular, like Rodney Alcala or Ted Bundy would be, because everyone knew not to fuck with Vance.

The math teacher arrived not long after, Vance had been leaning boredly by the classroom windows overlooking the gym field, casting baleful glances at whoever passed him, unsmiling.

"Today we have a new student...well, in our grade" she specified, gesturing to Vance "Mr. Hopper, please take a seat."

The teacher indicated which desk would be his, and without even looking at her Vance went to the indicated spot and sat down as if resigned, right next to Violet. Violet averted her eyes immediately, she felt as if she had just been placed next to a big, rabid wolf that could bite at any moment, and spent the entire class pretending that next to her was not the little terror of North Denver.

As everyone worked through a series of calculations, Violet felt the first blow. They were already taking their time, she thought nonchalantly, and used her pencil to remove from her shoulders a paper pellet that someone had shot at her with a makeshift blowgun. Not many minutes later, she felt the second hit, this time from a much larger paper ball, and the giggles of her tormentors came clear in the general silence of the class.

"Quiet back there" requested the teacher unaware of the reason for the commotion. Violet went back to her own thing, and then....

"Psst... pssst..."

She ignored the initial buzzing because she was already used to her cherished classmates playing a trick on her with them.

"Are you deaf or what?" growled a voice right next to her. She lifted her head, Vance Hopper was talking to her, and he was scowling.

"I'm sorry...what's wrong?" she muttered, amused.

"Do you have an eraser?"

"Uh..." Violet reached into her small pencil case and found what the boy was asking for. She held it out to him and didn't get a sad thank you, but just as well. The last thing she needed was for Vance to join her legion of torturers.

When the bell rang, the girl didn't dare ask him for the eraser back, and Vance was already almost running out of the room anyway.

…

As she took the milk carton, Violet averted her gaze to the pinball machine. Of course Vance was there, fighting for supremacy as if life had no other meaning; he seemed more relaxed than at school, and she even heard him bantering a bit with the one boy who had enough balls (or the requisite lack of brain cells) to hang out with him. The show was interrupted by the arrival in droves of some girls Violet had the displeasure of meeting: Sandy, Lizzie and Pearl, laughing their heads off and in their finest attire, the weekend was an invitation for North Denver teens to shake off a little of the school doldrums, after all.

Violet scurried to the counter to pay as quickly as possible and leave, but to her bad luck one of the girls spotted her.

"Violet!" she exclaimed, smiling at her as if they were best friends "What are you doing here?"

"What a pretty dress...is it your grandmother's?" spat Lizzie, and her friends laughed at the joke. Violet took the paper bag with the milk and eggs and turned away from them, or at least she tried to, because they followed her out the door.

"Don't go, Violet!" the giggles followed her beyond the door, and the girl, crestfallen, clenched the bag angrily. Oh, if only she were a little braver to put them in their place.....

Violet was aware that she had no friends, at least not at school. She spent her hours alone, reading on the sly so the bullies wouldn't go and take her book or glasses, even going to the bathroom gave her a sense of danger because already once Sandy and her friends managed to lock her in, although the mischief didn't last long thanks to a passing janitor. She saw red every time they or some other insufferable one showed up, but she was not able to do anything, no one could ever respect her, with that fragile body and that unbeatable shyness... and the world was not like in the books, a gentleman of dubious reputation but heart of gold would not appear to protect her.

…

"Bradley, Carradine, Cotton..." the Literature teacher was returning the papers to the students, with a stern expression "I'm disappointed, guys, most of you don't seem to have fully understood the instructions and your papers are... well, improvable if anything, I hope for the fall term your writing will change... Dennis, Durk, Gray..." the sheet that corresponded to Violet's essay showed a nice A+ "Gilles, as always, your work exceeds expectations, congratulations"

She smiled at the sheet, she really was proud of her little dissertation on romance, but she heard a farting sound and an insidious voice muttering behind her back:

"Congratulations to the great writer..."

A chorus of laughter followed, which Violet chose to ignore, until a hand reached behind her trying to take the sheet from her.

"Let me see" Pearl demanded. Violet tugged at her work, shielding it.

"No!"

"Let me see it, Violet."

"I don't want to."

"What a creep!" and Pearl returned to her seat, but not before whipping half her face using her long hair with an exaggerated gesture. There was another pair of eyes on her, two desks away: Vance Hopper was looking at her sideways, and noticing him she folded the sheet and tucked it between the pages of her notebook nervously.

Gym class was the one Violet dreaded the most coming up, it was as if it had been designed for people like her to go through adult-validated humiliations, and that day the teacher could think of nothing better than to put them in dodgeball. Violet kept her face serene, not knowing whether it was wiser to leave her glasses on (at least she could see the damn balls coming) or not (so as to avoid breaking them).

"You know the rules: don't cross the line, each team must stay on their side, hits directed at the face are illegal... ready?"

At the sound of the whistle, the massacre began, most were playing in true sportsmanship, but since they were on mixed teams, it was not uncommon for there to be a clear intent on the part of the boys to attack each other more viciously. The exception was Violet, who saw a ball thrown by one of the boys, Rick, coming and barely ducked to avoid getting hit in the head. She ran after an abandoned ball and tried her luck throwing it haphazardly; the truth was that Violet had a lot of arm strength, and the ball crossed almost the entire field until it landed at the feet of a very out-of-the-way player.

"Throw more carefully!" a girl from her team scolded her, passing by her side.

Three members of her side of the court had been knocked out in less than five minutes, all downed by Vance's throws. Violet grabbed another ball, and at that moment two more were headed for her; she jumped back, avoiding the hit almost for nothing, but that seemed to incite some of the opposing team to go after her without quarter, and she found herself running like mad, dodging them until Lizzie, who was on her team, came out in her path.

"Where do you think you're going?" she shrieked, shoving her "Throw the ball, stupid!"

The shove, combined with the unsteadiness of her feet, tripped her up. She heard laughter from both sides of the field and, raging, she sat up and threw the ball with a piercing scream. This time she really hit someone.

"Hopper, eliminated!" the teacher announced after a whistle. Violet stood there, hands still outstretched and eyes wide as Vance walked off the field in clear annoyance. Of course, hitting the other kids without getting reprimanded had to be his favorite thing in the world, and Violet had just taken that away from him.

"You hit Pinball Vance!" taunted a boy behind her back.

"You're dead, bitch," added another girl, grinning.

…

Everyone knew it was unwise to talk to Vance while he was playing, so Violet stood at the side of the magazines, pretending to be looking for one, to give the boy time to take a break. That lasted an eternity, and as soon as she saw Vance's hands let go of the machine, with a deep sigh, she walked over to him.

"He-hello..." she greeted with a bowed head and a sidelong glance at him. Vance turned his head toward her.

"And what do you want?" he asked with his usual grumpiness.

"It's just...I wanted to a-apologize...for today in class..."

She looked down at her hands, waiting to receive either an insult or perhaps a shove. What she heard was a sort of snort.

"Are you serious? That was a stupid exercise, you think I was going to beat you to a pulp or what?" the boy sneered. Violet just ducked her head even more, and Vance shook his, incredulous "Fuck...what's your name?"

"V-Violet."

"Well then, Violet, don't apologize to me, I didn't even remember that shit anymore, okay?" and without a second thought, Vance leaned over to put another penny in the pinball machine and go about his business.

"Okay...bye."

"Uh-huh" grunted the boy without looking at her, focused again.

…

The girls screamed in horror when the beetle landed on Violet's head, but Violet took it off without flinching. She looked at the bug fighting for its life, waving its little legs that looked ridiculous compared to its huge body, and thought it looked cute, so she carried it over to the window to let it out.

"Oh no, you let your lunch go!" shouted one of the girls, receiving the usual support from the crowd. Violet returned to her seat, but a boy sat in it, smiling. She already knew what was coming, and decided to pretend she didn't care: someone stood on a desk behind her, and poured a sea of trash, paper, pencil scraps, even a banana peel that slid down her left shoulder.

"Are you done?" she asked as she shook off the shavings. A booming voice exclaimed:

"What the fuck are you doing there?"

The hubbub stopped, and even Violet turned around. Vance glared at the boy holding the trash can.

"That's my seat, asshole, get down now!" the blond ordered him. His terrified companion jumped down from the desk, and when Vance approached, he saw the remains of the trash as well. "Come here..." he reached out an arm and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the crowd slowly drifting away "You threw all this crap, right?"

"I-I... I..." stammered the boy.

"Clean my damn desk!" he spat, almost throwing him face-first into it. Vance was intimidating by his mere presence and no one dared to object, plus the truth was that they were all a year younger than him, and so his eyes noticed that Violet also had traces of trash still stuck to her clothes.

Lunchtime came, and Violet was again with her back against a wall. She wasn't reading, she was writing, she had been working on that story since the Christmas vacations and had about half a notebook full of notes, and there was no happier time than when she could sit down and continue her tale.

She noticed out of the corner of her eye someone approaching, and immediately, as a precaution, she hid her notebook behind her; it turned out to be Vance, who, seeing her there, made a contrite face. Violet averted her face nervously, almost hugging her knees as the blond walked past her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked "This is my place."

"This is where I always come" Violet didn't measure her words, and almost to the point she regretted it. But Vance only shrugged and leaned against the wall.

"I hope you're not a damn snitch," and he pulled out of his clothes a cigarette and a lighter that was clearly from the school lab. Violet relaxed a bit and picked up her notebook again, while the boy next to her smoked like it was nothing. "And what's that, more homework?" he suddenly added.

"No" Violet replied simply.

"Good thing, I'm up to my neck in that shit."

He stood there until the cigarette was finished, then he threw it away, crushed it with his foot and walked away without another word. Violet saw the cigarette butt half a foot away, and thought Vance reminded her of a dragon, and imagining him as one, with scales and a tail, she laughed a little.

…

"Hopper, you'll be teaming up with Gilles" announced the Literature teacher. Vance glanced behind her back, the blue eyes were riveted on the girl's surprised face, and the murmurs were not long in coming "Gilles, I'm sorry, but since you're the most advanced it will be up to you to put Mr. Hopper on terms."

Some, those who didn't spend their lives annoying her, watched her with a little pity, the rest barely concentrated, eager to see the fearsome boy tear her to shreds. The class stood up to switch seats to join their activity partners, and Violet noticed Vance plop down at the desk across from her, facing her.

"Let's get this over with soon," he said dryly. Violet nodded and checked her notes.

"Well...what have you read about exoticism? It seems like a good topic to me."

"Exoticism? Does it have to do with naked girls?"

Vance didn't bother to lower his voice if he didn't feel it was necessary, and several laughed at his comment, though they quieted when they felt him looking at them. Violet bit her lip to stifle her own laughter.

"No, that's..." she throat cleared "Look, exoticism is an addition to literary romanticism, okay?" she extended her book towards him, she already knew that Vance often forgot his own books "Remember last class? The teacher talked about exoticism and gothic text in the works of Poe and Maupassant..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You didn't... take notes?"

"What for? Every course we look at the same fucking topics."

"Well, then you should remember something."

"Well no" growled Vance.

"So how are we going to do the work then?"

"How should I know? I'm sorry the teacher put you in with me, because you're going to have a hard time."

Violet frowned and closed her book with a snap.

"I already have a hard time anyway. Listen, I'll explain the subject but you have to promise to work with me...okay?" she added coyly, the boy's eyes (fierce, blue eyes) bore into her face, silent for long seconds.

"As you wish" he agreed at last, leaning against the back of the desk.

"Well... open your notebook."

"What, are you going to dictate to me?"

"No, but I want to make sure you're actually listening to me."

"Shit" but Vance took his notebook, and spent the entire class listening to the explanations his partner was relaying to him. In the end they couldn't make any progress on the project, but the disappointment of those who expected to see her smacking her forehead with the book out of frustration was a small victory.

"Tell me I won't need all this crap" the blond muttered, finally closing his notebook as the bell rang.

"You'll see later, and by the way..." Violet sat up to put her things away, and for the first time dared to look him in the eye "What you were thinking about is called eroticism, and it's also a part of literature."

Vance stood there, in one piece, until the girl walked past him waving goodbye with a thread of a voice.

…

The rain puddles were so wide that Violet knew she couldn't save her shoes, but she cared more about protecting the rest of her. As it turned out, she had gone out to the park when the rain caught up with her, and was unlucky enough to run into the classroom gang who were always bothering her, and who didn't hesitate to corner her just for the fun.

"And where did you get that haircut? I don't want to go to that hairdresser ever."

"Violet, why are you so hideous, on your mother's or father's side?"

"Let me see your glasses..."

She had already lost a pair in the previous term because some boys threw them into the street and a car crushed them, so she was jumping up and down among the jeering mob trying to get them back.

"That's enough!" she exclaimed "Give them to me!"

"You can't see shit with these!" scoffed one, shoving them in her face before passing them to another girl.

"Please!" demanded Violet.

"There they go!" the girl tossed them and Violet went after them, but another boy beat her to it, ready to continue the cruel joke. Fed up, Violet planted herself and shouted:

"Fuck you!"

The boys laughed, the rain had started to get worse, and one of them stumbled. Violet took the opportunity to try to take off her glasses, but he resisted sufficiently and, in desperation, she grabbed him by the hand and bit him with all her might.

"Aaaaagh!" the scream of pain upset everything, and as soon as Violet got hold of her glasses again, she understood that she had just crossed a line "You fucking bitch!"

Without a second thought she broke into a run, doing her best not to stumble. She knew, because she heard them, that the group was chasing her and this time she wasn't going to get away with just a couple of swipes, however she was a long way from home, and the only shelter nearby was....

She entered the mini-supermarket like a flash, to the surprise of the shopkeeper who gave a gasp as Violet entered the aisles, seeking to go unnoticed. She ended up with her back against one of the refrigerators and, seized by anguish, let out a plaintive moan. The door opened again, and the boys entered in search of their victim.

"Where the fuck is she?" growled the one with the bitten hand. Violet tensed, it wasn't going to take them long to find her.

"Hey!" a familiar voice called out to her, and she saw that Vance was in his usual spot, counting the pennies "What are you doing?"

The girl's eyes reflected well the fear she felt, and when one of the girls peeked down the aisle of refrigerators she shouted:

"Here it is!"

"Are they too close to the door?" asked Violet to Vance. The group went to meet her, and she stood up without peeking out of the fridges.

"You thought you were going to get away with this, didn't you?"

The boys surrounded her, and the girls, not far behind, smirked.

"Apologize!" the one with the injured hand yelled at her "Apologize now, you stupid bitch!"

She was scared to death standing there, left to her own devices, and with at least six people surrounding her.

"I didn't want to do it..." she muttered "But you made me."

"Did you hear? I didn't hear an apology..." the boy's hands grabbed her by the arms, crushing her against the refrigerator "You're going to pay for this."

Another boy opened another refrigerator, taking a can of soda, and after opening it he poured its content over Violet's head. There was more laughter, so much that the shopkeeper's screams were drowned out by them.

"Hey, you guys! What do you think you're doing?"

"How about this?" scoffed the boy holding her. Violet felt like crying, no one seemed to care what was happening to her, anger and grief took hold of her...and then another voice cut in, along with a blow that sent the boy with the can flying through the air.

"Evan!" shrieked the girls, rushing to the aid of the fallen boy. Two hands grabbed the boy by the bitten hand and threw him against one of the shelves with such force that he narrowly missed falling; Vance reached over to punch the boy in the face and then, pulling one of his ears, shouted:

"How about this, uh, are you a sissy who can't fight men?" and as if to make it clear that he wasn't going to waste any more time on him, he slapped him. The other boys, frightened, were starting to walk away, but Vance immediately gave them the eye "What are you looking at, get out! I swear if you come around here again I'll break your fucking noses!"

Violet didn't move until everyone involved left, Vance then looked at her and walked over.

"What did you do to them to make them come after you like that?" he asked.

"They took my glasses...I bit one of them."

"You bit him? Don't you know how to use your fists? Forget it, you're a girl, of course you don't know..."

"I don't know if you noticed but there were six of them and I was only one."

"So what?" Vance snorted, and reached an arm out to grab a box of tissues off the shelf. He opened it undeterred by the owner's shouts and handed it to Violet.

"Thank you," she murmured, wiping off some of the soda.

"Don't thank me" growled Vance "If it had been just the girls I wouldn't care, but only cowards attack in a group and on top of that, someone weaker than them."

"Still thanks, it wasn't your problem."

"Yes, it's true..." it looked like he was going to tell her something else, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he took the coins out of his pocket again "I'm going to have to pay for that box of tissues, I won't have any left for pinball"

"Don't worry, I'll pay for them"

"Forget it, besides that old magpie won't let me in again if I don't pay."

Vance went to the counter and dropped ten cents in it, to the woman's uncomfortable look. Violet then walked past him, and held out a nickel.

"What's this?" the blond asked.

"Money, don't you see? For pinball."

Vance snorted.

"Keep it, I don't need it."

"Please..." she insisted. Vance seemed to debate with himself, and finally took the coin much more gently than Violet had seen him use before, and gave her a smile. "Thanks again."

"Go home" Vance replied "Before the soda makes all your hair sticky."

The girl walked out, watching from the glass as Vance returned to the machine. It seemed to her that he was smiling too.

#the black phone #the black phone movie #the black phone fanfic #the black phone fanfiction #vance hopper #vance hopper fanfiction

26 notes · View notes

idk-tbh-im-just-here · 2 years

Text

When you have a great idea for something and can plan it out flawlessly in your head but can't/won't write it for two reasons a) your shit at writing and won't do it justice b) there is no B bitc-. 🧍🏻‍♀️

#why just why #crying sobbing screaming #vance hopper fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #i hate this #keyboard smash #😠#nekxnfkfngjugdns #i hate everything #the worst thing ever #not religious #but still #the best idea ever to exist #like i want to read it so bad #but can't #😭#the black phone

8 notes · View notes

mirrorballshiningjustforyou · 2 years

Text

Vance Hopper x Girly Reader

Your clothing styles are obviously very much different.

The agressive metalhead and the really girly girl. Good mix but very unusual.

He doesn't get the dresses, skirts, or leggings. Thinks they're stupid. Me too Vance, me too. :)

But he's still supportive of your sense of fashion/style if you wanna word it that way.

Don't be shy, empty Vance's pockets. He'll buy you whatever you want under 100 dollars-

He'll buy accessories and stuff that he thinks you might like.

Just make an effort of paying him back, it doesn't have to be money. Maybe a favor.

Huge shocker when people know for sure it's official.

You seem so nice and he's...well he's Vance hopper :)

Every edgy girl that has a crush on him is sobbing and crying.

Bonus if you're quiet and nice. He wants a girlfriend that's the total opposite of him.

Not mean, aggressive, or loud. Damn my writing makes me realize he would never get with me. Damn.

1K notes · View notes

ghostclvb · 2 years

Text

five kids playing the telephone game from beyond the grave with one living victim to conspire on how to outsmart and blitz attack a freak ass loser in a fugly mask and murder him back ✨✨ together ✨✨ in his own shitty basement where he did the same to them is something that can actually be so personal

#smth incredibly close and personal to my heart #.txt #the black phone #the black phone spoilers #tbp #finney blake #robin arellano #vance hopper #bruce yamada #griffin stagg #billy showalter #finbin #the black phone fanfic #the grabber #albert shaw #vance the black phone #vance hopper fanfiction #vance hopper x you #vance x reader

825 notes · View notes

chr0llossexygf · 2 years

Text

YOUR SO ANNOYING 2

PAIRING: vance hopper x fem reader

SUMMARY: you get into a fight with your best friend vance hopper, in the heat of the moment he says he hopes you get kidnapped by the grabber. except you do end up getting kidnapped by the grabber.

PART 1 / PART 2

you slowly sit up rubbing your eyes, you slowly open them. there’s a old creaking noise. your vision is blurry and cloudy. it’s dark. it’s gloomy. theres a single light in the room. theres a large trap door that’s painted blue. the clammy concrete walls have nail marks. you look around you. where are you? what’s going on? why is it so dark. you look down. your sitting on a mattress, a worn out mattress. “ m-mom? “ you whisper looking around the room in panic. your heart is racing.

the door opens. you shuffle backwards hitting the wall. you turn around looking for something to defend yourself with, there’s nothing. there’s a single phone on the wall. a black phone.

“ it doesn’t work.”

you turn around. there’s a man standing with a mask. “ not since i was a kid.”

he’s wearing full on black, almost disappearing into the dark. there’s a single light hitting him, which your guessing is from upstairs. he has blonde hair. his mask has two horns. he’s wearing a belt.

you don’t say anything. you stare at him. your chest heaving up and down.

“ i know you’re scared and you want to go home.” he turns on the lights. he starts walking towards you. you take a deep breath in, you dig your nails into the palm of your hand. “ i’ll take you home soon.” he softly mumbles.

“ i didn’t want to hurt you.” he sits down on the mattress. he raises his arm up, he traces the scratch marks on his forearm. “ jesus. there’s blood.” he wipes the blood with his finger. he brings his finger infront of your eyes, “ see? it’s not like you can see shit.” he waves his hand. “ but i’m not gonna hurt you anymore..” he scoots closer to you. you gulp tensing up. he pushes a strand of your hair, “ you don’t have to be scared, because nothing bad is going to happen here. i swear.” he caresses your cheek.

his fingers are cold. and rough. and clammy. you don’t like how they feel on you. you feel gross. dirty. unclean. “ tell you what. how about i go and get you a soda hmm? you like soda?” he softly whispers poking your shoulder. “ cherry soda? hm?” he tilts his head to the side caressing your shoulder. cherry. cherry. cherry. cherry lolipop. vance. where’s vance?

there’s a ringing sound in distance. “ is that the phone?” he turns around. “ i’m gonna go see who it is. then i’ll get you a soda.” he caresses your cheek again, he stands up. “ and then i’ll come back and explain everything hm?” he sighs opening the trap door. you grip the mattress tightly taking deep breaths. he closes the door with a lock.

you hug your knees, burying your head. “ i don’t want to be here. i want to go home.” you mumble in a shaky voice tearing up. your lower lip begins to tremble. a short intake of breaths follows your trembling lip. “ i want to go home.” you whimper hugging your knees tightly. a single tear rolls down your cheek. the phone starts ringing.

your eyes widen. you turn your head around. the black phone is ringing. you wipe your runny nose with the sleeve of your shirt. you stand up walking towards the phone. it keeps ringing. you turn to look at the trap door. you pick up the phone, the ringing stops. you hold the phone up to your ear.

there’s static droning over the phone. “ h-hello? is somebody there?” you bite your nails looking around the room, “ i need help. hello?” you beg into the phone biting your nails.

“ y/n.” a boy says over the phone. your eyes widen. “ don’t hang up.”

—-

“ what the fuck are you looking at loser!” vance shouts looking at the two younger kids glaring at him, their eyes widen. “ n-nothing.” one of them manages to stutter out. “ better be nothing you dumb pieces of shit.” vance barks death glaring them, they both scatter running the opposite direction.

vance looks back down to his hands, he’s holding flyers. ‘missing child. y/n l/n. 8801 harper st. missing since tuesday november 12, 1978. last seen walking near grab n go.’

vance shoves the flyer on the light post. he rips a piece of tape with his teeth. he looks at the picture of you on the flyer, you have your hair down. two strands of your hair are braided. your wearing a blue and orange striped shirt. and your smiling.

his vision is cloudy. he doesn’t blink, he keeps staring at the picture of you. a single tear rolls down his cheek, followed by a tear from his other eye. he looks down closing his eyes. more tears start to fall. he bites his lower lip trying to contain his tears. he takes a deep breath in shaking his head. he wipes his tears with his hand. “ where the fuck are you?” he tries to sound tough and mad but it comes out as a weak and pathetic whimper. “ what is he doing to you that-“ he takes a deep breath in. “ that fucking piece of shit!” he shouts kicking the light post. “ what the fuck is he doing to you! what the fuck is that asshole doing to you!” he shouts kicking the lamppost again.

“ this is my fault..” he whispers looking down at the flyers in his hand. tears drop onto the flyer. “ your such an idiot y/n why didn’t you- why didn’t you..” he grips the flyers tightly. “ fuck!” he shouts kicking the lamppost again. “ i shouldve just walked you home..that way-“ he takes a deep breath in trying to calm himself. “ that way he could’ve taken us both and i would be able to protect you.” he whispers watching his tears hit the black and white flyer. he shoves his hand into the pocket of his jeans,

“ i’m- im gonna give this to you.” he holds the lolipop up to your face in the flyer. “ the second they- the second i find you im going to give this to you. and i’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” his tone changes near the end of the sentences, his voice got deeper and sharper. “ your gonna be okay. your gonna be okay y/n.” he mumbles grabbing another flyer. he’s trying to convince himself. but your okay right? your gonna be okay right?

—

“ I’ve got news from our local police, there will be a mandatory curfew starting today starting at 8pm.”

who gives two shit about a curfew. vance’s head is lowered. he doesn’t want people to see him vulnerable and upset. that just shows people that he’s weak, that’s what his dad always told him. never show vulnerability to people or else they’ll think your weak. his mind is somewhere else, it has been somewhere else ever since you went missing. it’s been 1 day. 1 day and they still haven’t found you. what if your seriously injured? what is doing to you? what is that creep doing to you?

vance failed to notice everyone turning around to look at him at the mention of your name coming from the principal, something along the lines of. “ y/n l/n is currently missing.”

what if it’s dark wherever he’s holding you? you don’t like the dark. you hate the dark. but he left you in the dark alone. his grips his jeans tightly. it’s his fault. if he just walked you home you would still be here. if he walked you home you’d be sitting next to him in this stupid assembly about some other stupid kid missing. not you. it’s all his fault. he’s the reason your mission. he’s the reas-

he hears a giggle. he lets go of his jeans. he slowly lifts his head up, he turns his head towards where he heard the giggle. he digs his nails into the palm of his hand. he slowly cracks his knuckles. he stands up. everybody looks at him. including the principal.

“ you piece of shit!” he shouts jumping down 3 rows, he grabs the kid by the back of their shirt. he throws them down on the gym floor, “ you think this is funny!” he shouts sitting on his waist, “ you think this is fucking funny you asshole!” he punches him.

there’s a ringing sound in his ears. the image of you trapped in some weirdos basement is the only that’s on his mind. “ she’s fucking missing and you think it’s funny!” he screams throwing another punch hitting him directly in the jaw. his knuckles are red. the kids face is red. all vance can see is red. “ you motherfucker!” he shouts punching him again.

“ vance! vance hopper!” the principal shouts, the 2 police officers run to him. “ you fucking useless piece of shit!” he shouts wrapping his hands around his neck, one of the police officers grabs vance. the other officer grabs the kid. “ get off me! get the fuck off me! “ vance screams trying to break free from the officers grip. “ let me go! “ he screams thrashing back and fourth. “ let it go son. let it go.” the officer whispers in his ear tightening his grip. vance looks down at his knuckles. this is my fault y/n

the police officer drags him to the car, “ i get it your worried about her-“ vance shakes his head. “ i’m not worried about shit!” he shouts trying to break out of his grip. “ i need you to cooperate vance hopper.” the officer says opening the car door, “ get off me.” vance pushes him away. he gets into the police car. crossing his hands he looks out the window. his eyes widen. your standing in the school entrance. you have red angry marks on your arms and legs. your lips are swollen. you have tears rolling down your cheeks. he sees you fall down to the floor hugging your bruised legs.

he watches someone else appear behind you. it’s another kid. one of the kids that went missing. the stupid baseball kid. bruce, bruce yameda. vance watches bruce walk up to the car window. bruce opens his mouth blowing air onto the window, he starts as writing on the window. ‘ 7741 ‘

he watches bruce walk back to your shaking figure. you slowly look up at vance, ‘ it hurts vance.’ you whimper tears rolling down your face.

vance shakes his head, he holds onto his head tightly. “ no no stop.” he mumbles gripping his head tearing up. “ i don’t know.. i don’t know what to do!” he cries out holding his head tightly. bruce points to the number that he wrote on the car window. “ find her.” bruce says one last time before disappearing, you following him.

“ you okay back there kid?” the police officer asks looking into the rear view mirror, vance nods. “ y-yeah i’m fine.” he mumbles turning around, trying to see if your still there. the officers pocketfone starts ringing, he sighs picking up his receiver.

“ gwen blake is getting questioned why?” the officer says looking into the rear view mirror. “ your telling me an 11 year old knows secret information that hasn’t been released to the public?” he says starting the car. “ keep her there, i want to talk to her myself. who’s with me? oh it’s the hopper kid. yeah i’ll bring him to the station, let both of the kids talk...”

“ seven seven four one..seven seven four one..seven seven four one..” vance whispers closing his eyes. he digs his hand into the pocket of his jeans. he holds the lolipop, “ im going to find you y/n…” he whispers.

—

the trap door is open. you stare at the door with wide eyes, you quickly stand up walking to the door. your heart starts racing. what if this is it? what if he forgot to close the door? what if this is the only chance you have? take it y/n. take it.

you grab the door handle pulling it open. your hands are shaking. your sweating. you let go of the door. there’s a staircase. you turn around to look at the room once again. you hold onto the wall for support. ‘ this is it. i can escape’. you start walking up the stairs.

the phone starts ringing. your eyes widen.

you gulp looking up the staircase. you take another step with the phone ringing.

@rainstorm22 @padfootpottah99 @psychobitchsthings @allisonsblog @marimarvelfan @alienthewolf @1-800-isabellapotter

#fanfiction #imagines #the black phone x reader #the black phone imagine #the black phone #bruce yamada x reader #bruce yamada #vance hopper x #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #finney blake x reader #finney blake #robin arellano x reader #robin arellano

5K notes · View notes

first-edition-dumpster-fire · 2 years

Text

I’ve been seeing a lot of The Black Phone fics and content on this app lately and I’ve also been putting off writing my own content for it

So here goes

My Kissing Headcanons for the Casper Crew + Finn

Bruce Yamada

-very gentle

-tries to copy methods that he sees on television or in movies

-likes to stroke two or three of his fingers down your face bc it feels more intimate to him

-cups your mid back area bc he needs both hands on you at all time and that place feels the most… appropriate

-absolutely adores short kisses from you bc they feel like an afterthought or instinctual; like kissing him is as essential as breathing. just give my boy lots of little pecks, he loves them

Robin Arellano

-a bit too passionate that it always seems kinda inappropriate

-doesn’t give two shits about propriety or others, he’s paying more attention to the important things

-cups your face to ensure all of your attention is on him

-kisses always escalate no matter how chaste they start off

-there’s a special place in his heart for the kisses where you bring him in by his jacket or hair, makes him feel good about himself long after they’re over

Vance Hopper

-very rarely kisses you

-can go from 0 to 100 very quickly depending on whether or not people are around

-if so, don’t expect kisses at all, he won’t bc he doesn’t like the idea of people seeing you that way

-surprisingly enough he tries very hard to be gentle, not always successful but he tries

-he’ll never admit it aloud, but his favorite kisses are the ones you initiate. he likes feeling like he’s wanted. doesn’t even matter what kind of kiss it is, as long as you start it

Billy “Paperboy” Showalter

-a slow kisser

-he’s a bit of a go-getter; he knows what he wants and if it’s okay with you, he’s gonna get it

-likes to wrap his arms around you when he kisses you, even if it’s a short kiss

-likes to do multiple kisses in one sitting

-his favorite type are the firm, serious kisses. the ones where he has trouble breathing from afterward. the ones that have you struggling to re-open your eyes for a while

Griffin Stagg

-he doesn’t tolerate PDA

-he’s a very fluttery, quick kisser

-honestly, he might just prefer the times where you kiss his cheek or jaw

-unlike Vance, who hates PDA bc of other people, Griffon doesn’t like how it makes him feel

-his favorite kisses are the ones you put all over his face, rather than just his lips. makes him feel like your marking all of his features as your favorite. it makes him feel seen too, as if every kiss is telling him that you’ve noticed him

Finn Blake

-clumsy but hot kisser

-he just gets really excited, and doesn’t figure out how he wants to kiss you before he’s already doing it

-another one who needs his hands on you, usually cupping your jaw/neck area

-he likes feeling how flutter-y his kisses make you; gives him a much-needed confidence boost

-unlike Bruce, Finn feels like short kisses don’t convey love enough. long, passionate kisses are what get him going bc it feels like your putting the time and effort to show him how much you love him. always wraps you in his arms during these kisses

#i really love how the ghost boys are dubbed the casper crew #i just think it’s neat #the grabbed probably works better bc of the movie relations #the black phone #finney blake #finney blake x reader #griffin stagg #billy showalter #paperboy #bruce yamada #vance hopper #griffin stagg x reader #vance hopper x reader #bruce yamada x reader #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #billy showalter x reader #fanfiction

1K notes · View notes

jayfortheday · 2 years

Note

hola! i really love your Vance writings! sooo soo good. so I had this idea,,, i was wondering if u could write one where vance and y/n are like making out (in a very inconvenient place) and just as it’s getting good the two get caught and in trouble like detention or something lolllll

Edit: someone has expressed discomfort at this post, please read the prompt for your comfort before interacting

Caught (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 546

Description: Vance sneaks into an empty classroom to make out with Y/N

Tags: making out, biting, being caught

~~~~~~~~~

“In here,” Vance whispered out to you from a door to an empty classroom. You pushed the ajar door open and entered. You heard the door shut behind you and turned around to see Vance with a gleeful smile on his face.

“Hey stranger,” you chuckled, approaching him with your arms crossed.

“Hey yourself,” he responded, meeting you and wrapping his arms around the small of your back. “You know, it sure is hard work to sneak into your side of the school. Maybe I should get a kiss for my troubles.” He grinned as he looked into your eyes. You could see him trace his tongue along his top row of teeth.

“Oh you do now?” You smiled, leaning towards him but still leaving space.

“Oh I do,” he said, putting on a flirty tone.

“Well then you better come here.” you giggled as you pulled on Vance’s vest to bring his face to yours.

You brought his lips to yours, inhaling deeply as he leaned into you. You raised your arms and brought them to wrap around his neck. Your fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck as you smiled against him. You pulled away a couple centimeters to speak.

“Well, it appears you got your kiss,” you hummed, waiting for him to object.

“Oh, I think you can do a little better than that,” he purred softly. You laughed out loud as he picked you up and brought you over to a table in the room. He placed you down roughly and leaned into you again.

This time, your kiss was more passionate. You pressed your body against him as you held him. You felt Vance run his tongue along your lip and you opened your eyes slightly as you opened your mouth to him. Vance lept at the opportunity and thrust his tongue into your mouth. His tongue tangled with yours as an intense blush came across your face. The feeling of his tongue was always a little strange, but it was a welcome feeling you sought after frequently. You hummed quietly as he ran his hand through your hair and pulled your head back. He detached his mouth from yours and began to kiss along your neck.

His tongue ran in a stripe from your collarbone to the base of your jaw, sucking spots along the way. The slight sting of his tug on your hair heightened the feeling of his mouth on your neck. You felt Vance pull away and chuckle quietly before he came back to your neck, just below your jaw. You felt his teeth graze your skin before he bit down into you. You gasped as he bit you. Any other time, you might have considered it painful, but the mood Vance had set turned the pain to a more mild feeling. He didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood, but you could feel he left quite a mark, one he knew you would struggle to cover.

Suddenly, you heard the door knob begin to turn and you pushed Vance away quickly. He straightened as he heard the door knob. When the door opened, a teacher stood in the doorway.

“Out,” she said with an exasperated tone. “Detention, both of you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I've been hesitant before but I kinda just said fuck it this time. I know it's kinda short but I feel the length doesn't negatively affect it so

#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #fanfic #fanfiction

2K notes · View notes

ranchiballz · 2 years

Text

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’.

—————————————————————————

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

#vance hopper x you #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #jaws #theblackphone #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #fluff #Spotify

2K notes · View notes