#vance hopper x you
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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.”
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“ 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?
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“ 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.
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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.
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Hc that reader and Vance make fun of each other that people think they hate each other but then when people ask why they hate the other they’re like, “I don’t. I’m literally dating that shithead”
i love this sm cus it's so me
everyone would think you hated eachothers guts and never wanted to be around each other
in reality you were in love
is being mean to each other a love language? cus thats u and vance
y'all r fucking ruthless😭
*cutely makes fun of each others family problems*
everyone would be scared that you two would actually murder eachother one day
literally calling eachother every name in the book
everyone was so surprised that when u messed up his game one day he didn't kill you.
"why are you not mad at them?"
'because im in love with them shithead"
u have him so whipped bro
like he would never actually do anything to hurt you but damn y'all are fucking mean to each other
omg she finally got a request done????
short bcus i accidentally posted it and couldn't get it back in my drafts<3
also @kurtsworld096 if you wanna request again since this one was rlly short you totally can! I'm sorry this was short i had to finish it really quick bcus its 12am on a school night:)
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⌲;꒰ Head over heels. ꒱
Pairing(s): Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader
Summary: You're the only person Vance can stand being around or talking to.
Includings: No Grabber!Au, best friends to lovers, chill x hothead dynamic, kinda ooc vance, jealousy, bit of a slowburn, mutual pinning, happy ending tho!
An: First post for Vancey boy! 💪🏾
I don't like the ending bc it was rushed a hard to write
"And now I'm the one who's in trouble! Me? Because that fucking dipshit and his stupid ass friend bumped into me!"
You hummed in response so that he knew that you were still listening to him as you were looking for your dark blue lighter.
You were listening to Vance rant, having just learned that he was now banned from the Grab-And-Go for a week for starting a fight all because some boy's bumped into the pinball game he was obsessed with.
"It's fucking stupid and I should've kept pounding his head into the floor until he passed out."
You had found your lighter and grabbed a lavender scented incense, lighting it and letting the flame burn before you blew at it and put it in the incense holder.
"It was an accident, Vance. You should've handled it more responsibly and walked away from the situation."
He had furrowed his brows, he knew that you were right but he was still too stubborn to admit it at the moment so he rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. The fuckers should've watched where they were going." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.
You nodded "Yes, they should have. I'm sorry you got kicked out, Vance. I'll make sure no one beats your high score."
Although Vance was in the wrong for him beating the boys up over a something like that you didn't want him to feel like the way he felt about the situation was invalid or him overreacting.
You walked over to your record player, going through a few of your discs to find something to play so that he at least wouldn't be in such a bitter mood.
You smiled softly as you pulled out one of the discs and put it into the record player, placing the stylus on it as it had started playing 'Dancing Queen' by Abba and you turned your head to smile at Vance.
"C'mon..I know you want to." You said, walking towards him and chuckling softly as you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up from his spot on the bed.
"I don't fuckin dance... especially not to Abba." He said and you knew for a fact that he was lying because the last time you borrowed his mixtape player it was one of the first songs that played.
"Dancing is a good way to free your body from negative energy. Something you seem to have a lot of." You had said as you swayed to the music, the sound of the multiple bracelets you wore shaking together.
Vance narrowed his eyes up at you "That's bullshit."
"Is not! Works for me whenever I'm angry."
He furrowed his brows "I've never seen you angry before though."
"That's because I don't show it. I don't let my emotions control my actions or mouth. I find better ways to release my anger."
Vance had thought about that sentence for a while. He wondered what you were like if you were to finally snap like how he does, furrowed brows and shouting profanities like a sailor.
"Dance with me, Vance! C'mon!!"
He groaned as he rolled his eyes and stood up from his spot on your bed and stiffly moved to the song like he was a robot and you couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?!"
"You dance like we're at our first dance together and the slow song just came on!" You had giggled. "Loosen up!"
Vance had glared playfully at you. "I thought this was a judge free zone?"
"Oh it is...just not for stiff dancers."
The boy had chuckled at this, a genuine one that showed his teeth and he couldn't even be mad about the situation that happened earlier.
It was always like this when he would go to you to rant for a bit, you would talk to him and make him feel like his feelings were completely valid, you reassured him every single time but scolded him rightfully.
You were the comfort he longed for constantly. That missing peace in his life. You felt like what home should've felt like for him.
You were sweet and caring. Not once could he think of a time where you yelled at him even if he was screaming his lungs out at you. You were understanding and he loved that, he love that you knew his better than he knew himself.
Vance loved you.
"Hey, Vance!"
He snapped from his thoughts as he looked over to you who was back at the record player, going through your discs once more. He was sure you had every song under the sun with the stack you had.
"Any song requests?"
"Hotel California."
"Gotcha!"
♡
When you heard your door swim open an slam shut you hadn't even questioned it at this point, already knowing who the culprit was.
You turned your attention away from the painting you were working on as you turned to look at Vance who looked like he was already angry if you couldn't tell by the door slam.
"What's the matter now?"
"Nothing. What're you doing?"
You had knew that he was lying but you would take care of what was bothering him when he wanted to talk about it so you gestured to the canvas.
"I'm painting. The sky's really pretty right now so I'm trying to capture it while I can." You had told him and he had rolled his eyes.
"You should try it. Painting can help let off steam." You said, dipping your brush back into the light pink paint.
You always tried to get Vance to paint or draw with you, telling him it was a good way to express his anger without yelling or breaking something but art just wasn't his forte.
"i don't paint. It's hard to work with and I'm not good at it." Vance had complained as he crossed his arms, standing beside you while staring at your painting.
"Oh c'mon, the last time you painted with me was a finger painting."
"I don't care."
You shrugged as you turned back to the canvas, glancing back at the sky before you went back and had glided your brush against the canvas, letting the music playing fill in the silence.
Vance shifted in the spot next to you, eyes glancing from the painting before back to the sky which was a mixture of soft purple, blues and pinks with the sun peaking from them.
He looked back to you as you were back into focus mode. Your eyebrows knitting together whenever you were like this and he couldn't help but smile a bit at the expression.
"Starings rude, y'know."
His face immediately shifted and he had scoffed "I wasn't staring, asshole! I was looking at the painting!"
"Mhm..you sure you don't wanna give painting another go? You don't even have to paint the sky you can paint your emotions and-"
Vance swiftly cut you off "Just give me a canvas and brush before you start with your hippie emotion bullshit."
You had giggled softly as you went to grab another canvas and easel, setting them beside your own as you gave Vance an empty pallette and set the paints between the two of you.
He picked up the blue paint and looked back over at you who seemed to be caught up in finishing up your painting and he had smirked.
He had opened it as turned his body a bit as he squirted it onto the palm of his hands, rubbing them together and pressing them against the canvas.
He watched as you turned to him with a smile before your smile had dropped. "Vance, really?! C'mon! I thought you were behind finger and hand painting! You're gonna make a mess!"
He had smirked, reaching out to touch you as you had backed away. "Vance Hopper! Don't!"
"Don't what? Do this?"
He had grabbed you arm to pull you towards him as he pressed his palm against your cheek now leaving a blue handprint there as he pulled away laughing.
"Asshole!" You had playfully shouted as you grabbed the pink paint and rubbed it across your palms, now pressing your hands against his face and he had laughed loudly as he pressed his hands back against yours.
You both pulled away to reach for more paint, a childish game now being played between the two of you as you were grabbing different colors.
Red, blue, pink, purple and yellow handprints were plastered all over your faces, arms and even shirts. Neither of you were mad at the mess though now on the floor and laughing at how idiotic the two of you looked.
"You're an idiot, Vance! I'm gonna have to take like four showers!"
"Oh stop complaing! You literally fought back."
You giggled as you looked at the red paint on your finger and rolled closer to Vance as you lazily drew a heart on the back of his hand.
Vance stared at the red heart with wide eyes before he looked back at you who had that same bright smile on your face that made his heart skip a beat.
"See, you could've just drew that on me but you wanted to be a childish asshole." You hummed, pressing red paint again this nose and Vance stared at you.
Yeah.
Vance had already fallen in love but he was falling harder.
♡
The next time Vance had came over he had noticed that you had the music playing again but he could also make out the sound of another person.
The two you seemed to be laughing together, the sound overbearing the song that was playing at the moment and he furrowed his brows.
He stomped up in the stairs and made a B-line for your room, gripping onto the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door so roughly that it slammed against the wall when he entered the room.
His eyes glanced from you who was staring at him with wide eyes gore he glanced over the person you had been laughing with.
Bruce Yamada. somebody he wasn't too fond of just because he was everything Vance wasn't. Popular (for the right reasons), kind and caring, not a bad bone in his body. Everyone either wanted to be him or be with him.
He noticed that you were holding his hand with a bottle of blue nail polish in your other hand as the two of you were staring at him with wide and confused expressions.
"Vance. Stop entering my mom trying to catch me doing drugs."
"The hell is he doing here?" He completely disregarded your statement, glaring at Bruce and oh if looks could kill the Yamada's would be having a funeral.
Bruce had only smiled that award winning smile at Vance though "We're painting nails! You-"
He had cut him off swiftly, venom dripping from his tone as he spoke "I wasn't talking to you, asshole."
You had frowned as you looked up at blonde, placing the nail polish back in the tube. "Vance you shouldn't talk to him like that. He hasn't done anything to you."
You were right, Bruce was innocent and all he did was answer his question but Vance was acting on his emotions right now which were pure jealousy and fury.
"And? I wasn't fuckin' talking to him so why did he even reply?" Vance spat and Bruce awkwardly sat there.
You had narrowed your eyes slightly at Vance before inhaling and exhaling softly, looking back to Bruce with a small smile.
"Bruce, I'm sorry to cut this short but can we continue another time? I think me and Vance need to have a talk."
"Yeah..of course. Sorry for..uhm.."
"No, don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. You told him, glancing back to Vance back to him.
"Get home safe, mkay?" You commented and he had smiled and nodded at this. "I'll call you when I get home. Thanks for having me." He had waved you goodbye, slipping past Bruce and out the door.
Once you heard the door from downstairs close you had gathered up the nail polish and put them back into your box.
You turned to turn off the record player and looked back at Vance who was giving a distasteful look to the wall.
"Wanna tell me what that was about?"
He hadn't answered, keeping his eyes away from yours and after a short while he had just shrugged.
"Don't just shrug at me." With the way you were talking with him he was sure you were irritated and it only upset him more when he realized he ruined your mood.
"That was completely uncalled for." You stated, gesturing to Vance who looked like a child being chided for the first time.
He shrugged again, his words being stuck in that lump in his throat and he watched as you crossed your arms, shaking your head like a disappointed parent.
"I don't know what made you so upset before you came here but it gave you no right to call Bruce names and get angry with him."
Vance knew this, he knew he was in the wrong all the way this time but he couldn't help it, always thinking with his mouth and fists and never that head of his.
He huffed "Yeah? Well, he shouldn't even fucking being over here....with you...alone."
You raised your brows, holding back the urge to scoff "So you're the only one who gets to be alone in my room with me?"
"No! I...I'm not saying that but-"
"Then what are you saying, Vance?"
And there it was, that word vomit that he had been trying so hard to hold back.
"I'm saying that I love you, okay?! I fucking love you and every time I'm around you I just fall harder for you!" He shouted, voice cracking like he was on the verge of tears.
"So yes when I saw you alone, painting nails and giggling with Bruce 'Hearthrob' Yamada I was a little pissed off!"
It was silent after that.
Not even any music playing in the background to fill it up, just complete silence and the heavy pants of Vance.
It was probably four minutes of silence before you had spoke up.
"So you mean to tell me..you were rude to Bruce because you were jealous?"
Vance had gave a small nod, biting on the inside of his cheek.
You had let out a huff, chuckling a bit "Vance...that had got to be the most idiotic thing you've ever done. I don't even like Bruce like that, we're like siblings ."
"Oh.." Vance mumbled, now more embarrassed than before. He would definitely owe the boy an apology at school tomorrow.
"And plus, I'm not really into baseball players, I like people who play pinball."
His eyes widened slightly as he pointed to himself "You're... You're talking about me, right?"
"No Vance, I'm obviously talking about Moose. Yes, you."
"Why me?"
You tilted your head in confusion "What do you mean?"
"I mean, why me? I'm not definitely not a dreamboat like Bruce or-"
He was cut off by your lips on his, that vanilla flavored ChapStick you always wore now glossing over his lips and he stared at you like a deer in headlights when you pulled away.
You tilted your head and shrugged "I don't want dreamboat Bruce or any other person you're about to name."
You grabbed his hand and held him softly while grinning up at him "I want been my best friend for years troublemaker Vance."
It was quiet for a bit and Vance rubbed his thumb over the palm of your hand after you made it pretty clear that you weren't letting his hand go.
"You sure?"
You placed another kiss on his cheek, pretending to think for a moment before nodding.
"Positive. Couldn't see myself with anyone else."
He had smiled and brought you close to wrap his arms around you and decided that walking over to the bed would just be too much and he slid down the wall onto the floor with you.
With you laying on his chest and playing with his curls that definitely needed a good wash or brush he had heard you mumble;
"Well...maybe Keanu Reeves..."
"[Y/n]."
"Joking! Joking! You gotta admit he's pretty though"
He gestured to himself "Am I not?"
"Oh you are! Prettiest boy in Denver. But have you seen Keanu Reeves?"
Sure he had competition with Keanu Reeves but at least he knew that he outranked everyone in Denver.
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Nasty, Arrogant, Violent, Impulsive, Scary, Selfish…
In Denver, that's how they referred to Vance.
If they only knew, if they only knew him as much as you know him, they would know that he is not quite like that, they would know that behind all that violence and anger there was a sensitive and insecure boy.
You were his safe haven, the one he trusted, the person he turned to every time he fought and left minimally hurt, the person he leaned on his lap like a little child and slept peacefully. It was you. It has always been you.
It was 1978, a gray, rainy afternoon, you and Vance snuggled together on top of the old white mattress.
He had his face resting on your torso and warm hands on your hips. It was like it was the first time he'd slept, he was so relaxed and peaceful.
Until thunder echoes, and he soon wakes up.
"Nature sucks, what the fuck" -- Vance grumbles rubbing his eyes not fully conscious
Thanks to Vance's displeasure and thanks to nature's goodwill, you stir a little and wake up.
"Han? What hears love?" -- You question with a humor totally opposite to Vance's, placing your delicate hands in the gold locks of Vance as he reposition your hands on your waist and sink your head into your neck, hair tickling your rosy cheek
"Goddamn thunder, now I can't sleep." - Vance answers with a muffled voice because of the position of his face.
"Calm down, blondie. You'll be able to sleep fast, trust me!" -- You place a kiss on the blonde's forehead, who raises his head and looks at you confused
"How can you be in a good mood at a time like this? With a climate like this? Fuck! And other, how the hell are you going to make me sleep like this, all of a sudden?" -- Vance sits on the bed fingering your waist
"First: because I'm an angel of person, and second: it's simple, come here" -- You respond leaning on the headboard, opening your arms to Vance, who just shrugs and lies between your legs with the head on your neck again
"What are you going to do, savior of homelands?" -- Vance raises the doubt and comforts himself more and more in your embrace
"Let's see, arcade fairy" -- You say, laughing softly
"Arcade fairy? Really?" -- Vance gives you mortal look, what gives you freedom to laugh even more, he keeps looking at you, leans and kisses you calmly, holding your chin with one hand and with the other free caressing your waist
Soon you start patting Vance's back, patting his hair, playing with his fingers, whispering nonsense in his ear, etc.
"I don't think it's going to work, Paraguay Barbie" -- Vance says laughing at you, who cover his mouth lightly with your right hand
Without even realizing it, Vance had already passed out in your arms, not even a stone dropped on top of him would wake him up. You looked at the scene hastily, chuckled and tucked him into bed. Vance grumbled a little when you took him off your lap to lay he on the fine white sheets, something like: "let me sleep 3 more fucking minutes"
Lying down next to Vance, you felt strong arms around you. Looking back, saw him clinging to your waist, hot breath hitting the back of your neck, which shivered from the contact.
"Thank you for loving me." -- He surprisingly sayed
"Don't thank me for the effect you owe yourself, Hopper"
"I must, since you did the same to me."
Yeah, that got you. Hearing the boy stronger and "evil" of Denver saying that, left you in ecstasy, blushed you and you felt your heart speed in a matter of seconds, your reaction was kissing Vance, who hugs you with more force
That was the last hug between you two.
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Pinball, Hair, and Detention Pt. 1 | Vance Hopper x Reader
Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Word Count: 2.9k
Categories: Enemies to Lovers (eventually lol), Rivalry, Angst, Fluff, mentions of past Bruce X Reader
Content Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Mentions of Blood, Fighting, Female Reader implied
Summary: Reader and Vance have some sort of ongoing rivalry. You accidentally spilled your drink on his hair and he in turn gave you a “fresh cut.” You both end up getting detention together due to fighting. On the walk home one day— where you both live merely a block away, he barely misses your abduction and watches as you helplessly get carried away in a black van.
A/N: let’s pretend the grabber decided to start grabbing like a year or two later or smth cuz high schooler Vance and Bruce seems more plausible to me personally
A/N 2.0: Please excuse weird formatting like spaces behind paragraphs n shit. I wrote this on docs because my personal laptop is broken and my school laptops block tumblr—so all this uploading is done from my phone lol
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You never figured that walking into the Grab ‘N Go on a hot Denver summer day would have catalyzed as big a domino effect on your life as it did—and yet it did.
It was the middle of a Denver summer in 1977, the year before high school; and everyone was dealing with a week hotter than satan’s armpit. Most kids were either in their houses with the AC on full blast, in stores and the local theater, or away to go to the beach with their family. It explains why the town was just a little more empty this week. Both of your parents worked full-time jobs down in the city around an hour away, so you were confined to either your house or local entertainment attractions—the same ones you had been using since you could open your eyes. It was kind of old by the time you were twelve and stuck in your small town for yet another summer.
You were currently situated on your bed, reading last week’s edition of the Teen Beat magazine, flipping through the pages of celebrity interviews, dating tips, and latest fashion trends—which eventually got old, especially considering this was last week’s magazine. You checked the time. 12:53 PM. Probably the hottest part of the day. You only lived three blocks from the Grab N’ Go though, so if you biked or just walked quickly you probably wouldn’t get heatstroke just from being outside.
“Ugh.” You groaned, peeling yourself from the comforts of your bed. You had to change. “All of this for a magazine and some cola.” You muttered to yourself, sliding on the nearest (and hopefully clean) pair of jean shorts and exchanging your spaghetti strap pajama top for a plain white tee.
Getting out of your room and down the hall, you picked up the shoes you kicked off in the hallway yesterday and slipped them on, grabbing the $5 bill your parents left on the counter for you to order lunch with—which you were deciding to use for snacks. Maybe you’d pick up a small lunch thing on the way home. The money’s use was ‘to be determined,’ you decided.
Leaving your house and out into the Denver summer air, any amount of chill you felt on yourself before was wiped away completely. You needed to make this trip quick. What was a little jog compared to the instant relief of the too-cold Grab N’ Go?
Walking into the small convenience store was instant relief. Not too many people were around—and those that were wouldn’t bother you, the lady at the counter looked less bothered too, which was surprising since Vance Hopper was stationed at the pinball machine as per usual. Maybe it was because no one who would piss him off was there. Then again, anyone who bothers Vance must have a death wish.
Grabbing a soda and the new edition of Teen Beat, you walked over to the counter and slid the money over, opening the drink and quenching your thirst for a cold drink. Taking the return cash the lady gave you, you walked over to the exit, flipping through some pages absentmindedly. It was this exact moment where life seemed to have changed forever. An excited kid—probably an elementary schooler if you had to guess, ran into your arm, causing your soda to splash out of the bottle. You definitely had a death wish now, because your soda got all over Vance Hopper; the sugary drink now in his hair and on his back.
When the losing chime of the pinball sounded around the store and the blonde went still, the air in the mart tensed. Everyone was waiting. Watching. You didn’t bother to wait either, quickly speeding out of the store. Maybe he wouldn’t remember your face. You had never really talked with him before, the most you had done was look at him a few times in classes you had previously shared.
You had drank a little more soda and tossed it in the nearest trash. Sure you were running away from what was probably certain death, but you already bought the soda. Might as well finish what’s left before running away. You rolled up your magazine and tucked it into a pocket before moving into a slight jog to go back home. Or maybe you should go get something from a restaurant. Usually when you commit an unsaid crime hiding in unexpected places could benefit. You barely made it a block away before you heard Vance shout at you, his footsteps getting increasingly louder.
“Hey dumb shit! You just got your soda shit all over me!”
You sped up, breaking into a run and not responding to him. If you made it home in time then maybe he’d leave you alone. But what about school? You’d have to change your name and face and move across the country.
“I’m going to kill you!” Now he was running after you. He wasn’t unused to running after kids who fucked with him, so he was pretty used to this kinda thing. And he was fast at it too. “Gotcha!”
You yelped when you were grabbed and thrown down onto the grass next to the sidewalk. At least you were next to a park. Maybe God would be a little more merciful today, considering you could’ve been thrown onto the pavement. You really hoped that the next thing that would happen would be you getting saved right before he starts beating your head into the ground. You really didn’t feel like going to the ER today, and your mom would be pissed about how you knew you shouldn’t start shit with ‘Vance fucking Hopper.’ Your dad would probably beat you for a second time over the medical bills.
“I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” You pleaded, choosing to explain yourself as he straddled your waist, keeping you in place between his legs as he grabbed at your shirt collar. Maybe he’d punch you softer? “Some kid ran into my arm! I promise I’d never bother you ever, Hopper!”
Vance just started down at you, fist by his side, assessing your words. “Huh.” He said, letting your shirt go as your upper body fell to the ground. Now you were winded. Better than the alternative. “Guess I’ll just get a similar payback then.”
You watched in horror as he pulled out a pocket knife. What was he gonna do? Carve his name into you? Cut up your face? Oh god, he was gonna murder you. With a not-so-gentle hand, the blonde boy pulled your hair, hands threaded firmly in your locks. “What…?”
Vance cut off a good length of your hair, and you watched in horror (as best you could) at the hack job. What previously used to be your clean-cut hair was now resting on the floor or cut in the most uneven way possible. Maybe a bright side would be the fact you had the layers all of your hairstylists could never give you. After he was finished, he stood up and looked at the hair in his fist while you sat there crying. “Now we’re even.” He said, tossing the rest of your hair into the grass next to you.
That was the start of your burning hatred for Vance Hopper.
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High School had finally started a few weeks after your and Vance’s incident. At least your hair could grow into its new form for a little bit. To say your mom was angry when she came home that night to find your hair hacked up was an understatement. She was livid—ranting about, ‘how could you let this happen?!’ And, ‘We need to schedule you an appointment with Shelly immediately.’ You had to hand it to your mom and Shelly though; cuz they got your hair not looking as horrible as it did. Hell, they even kept the layers, which was actually really nice. As you walked through the halls, you could tell there were a few people talking about your hair. It made sense though, considering you ended school with longer hair.
You walked up to your friend, Bruce Yamada, leaning against his neighboring locker as you let out a quiet groan of exhaustion and annoyance. He just chuckled and closed his locker, slinging his bag over his shoulder and gave you a light punch in the shoulder. “Spur of the moment decision, or did you get caught in something?”
“Does Vance Hopper count?”
“Yikes.”
You quickly socked him in the shoulder, lips turned into a frown as you looked at him. Bruce just gave a light chuckle and apologized for the remark while rubbing his shoulder. You weren’t by any means a crazily strong badass, but you can pack quite a mean punch. Just not against Vance Hopper, or Robin Arellano. Though, after your run-in with Vance this summer, you did practice your swings and basic attacks—just in case, you thought,
“Whatever, let’s just go to class.” You sighed, grabbing Bruce by his backpack strap and pulling on him. You two were lucky to have three out of your six of your classes together, and they were in every other class period, so it wouldn’t be horrible.
Rolling into your first period, which was Biology, you were relieved to not see a certain blonde-headed dickhead anywhere around. Bruce chuckled at you when you let out a sigh of relief and dragged you to the last available seats that were next to each other. You both would be damned if you didn’t sit next to each other. Bruce wanted someone to help keep his ‘crazy fans,’ as you dubbed it, away from him. You? You just didn’t really wanna sit next to someone you didn’t know well. You really hated the awkward silence when the teacher asked you guys to do the ‘get to know your classmate’ activities.
“Class one cleared.” He whispered to you, getting a giggle out of you. That was the nice part of being friends with Bruce, is that he always knew how to keep the mood light. Previously, a few summers ago, you both dated. It wasn’t anything big, and it just felt like being friends. You both decided to just keep up with the friends thing, considering there was no romantic chemistry there. Now you were both the other’s special person. Bruce’s break-ups, your family issues, no secret was kept between you two.
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After Biology ended and you started heading toward English, your stomach lurched up your throat. Vance Hopper was right in front of you. Luckily he was walking forward so he didn’t see you, but you almost bumped into him for a second time. You didn’t need to be re-acquainted with his pocket knife again. You saw a small space in the hallway clear out and give you a direct ‘in’ into your English classroom, so you quickly ducked your head and hurried into the classroom, finding a seat in the back of the class next to the windows. Thank god this spot was still open.
You set your bag down on your desk and laid your head on top of it, listening to the buzz of kids talking with their friends as they entered the classroom. What was a short 5-minute power nap gonna do? Just before you could relax fully though, the buzz turned into a quiet hum suddenly. It was weird. Did the teacher walk in? Was it Mr. Manning? He was the worst teacher to have. You lifted your head up to see what the quietness was about, expecting to see a balding middle aged man at the front of the class, but you were met with Vance Hopper.
“Fuck.” You mumbled, watching him walk up to you.
“Hey dipshit, you’re in my seat.”
The kids in the classroom visibly tensed as he spoke to you, watching as you gave him a tired look. You knew the easy path would be to relinquish your seat and move, but you were particularly pissed at him. You didn’t want to give him the right to walk all over you. It was the middle of a school day—what was he gonna do?
“No I’m not. I’m in my seat.”
Vance gave you an angry look, standing right next to you. “Do I need to cut off your tongue next? I’m telling you to–”
“Everyone sit down and be quiet. I’m taking attendance.” Your teacher walked in, and what did you know? Mr. Manning. “Also, these are your seats for the rest of the school year, so enjoy.” Everyone looked up at him, waiting for him to finish with whatever paper he had in his hands. Please look up. Please notice Vance. “Hopper! I know about you. Sit your ass down.” He said, pointing at the seat next to you. Fuck. That wasn’t occupied?
Vance gave you one more angry glare before dropping his stuff and sitting down begrudgingly in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Well, at least Vance wouldn’t be able to torment you too much here. When you looked up though, he slid his finger across his throat. A warning.
You’re dead.
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“I’m telling you Bruce, he kept kicking my legs during class! It hurt like a bitch too. Have you seen his boots? I’m gonna die.” You finish telling Bruce, sitting at your table and chewing angrily on your sandwich. It was Friday, the last day of the first week of school, and you were just hours from 48 hours of freedom from Vance Hopper. “And I have to deal with him in history next.” Yes, you had Vance Hopper in two of your classes
“Wow. Good luck.” He says, trading you his apple for your peach. “I mean, good luck with getting through high school. With Vance in your classes and all.”
“Your support speaks volumes.” You say flatly, laughing along with Bruce. You couldn’t ask for a better friend—he just always made things feel so much better.
That was until you felt a cold substance coat your head entirely, slowly dripping in your hair to your clothes. Vance fucking Hopper just poured his milk all over you. Bruce just stared at you for a second, standing up instantly as you took a moment to process what happened and wipe the milk off of your face.
“What’s your problem with (Y/N), man?!” Bruce shouted at Vance, the blonde walking away with a cocky smirk.
“I mistook her for a trash can, my bad.” He chuckled, kids turning to look at the commotion building. “Maybe you shouldn’t hang around her so much, you wouldn’t want me to have to—“
Vance was met with a right hook to the face, not expecting you to fight back ever. The first time you had cried over a simple accident, but now you were swinging at him? Oh were you getting bold. He blinked in shock for a moment, pressing a hand to his face and looking at you. Maybe now would be a good time to back down and accept what you had coming, but you were feeling really stupid today.
He seized you by your collar, holding you close as he growled out, “You’ll regret that when you’re six feet under, you bitch.”
You spat in his face, kicking at his knee to get him to let go—which he did, and you fell back to the ground with all your body weight, watching him wipe the spit from his face as he wound back and gave you a good kick to your legs, a yelp caught in your throat. Now the entire cafeteria had eyes on you both, kids watching in horror, shock, and excitement. You’d love to see these kids go toe-to-toe with Vance Hopper the way you were now.
After a short while of fighting, you and Vance were on the floor. Scratches, bites, punches, hair pulling. Blood, and bruises, and welts. Vance’s arms were for sure fucked to hell and back, but he did a large number to your torso. You would totally believe it if you were told you broke a rib. It wasn’t long before Bruce had run back in with security and staff, watching the two of you get pulled apart.
Vance had a bruise already taking place on his cheek and his arms were visibly harmed—hell, you even got a hold of some of his hair. The previously fluffy but somewhat tamed mop on his head was now a mess of tangles and abuse. You meanwhile had a bloody nose, and you were holding an arm around your stomach, knees wobbly. While you managed to get back at Vance in your own way, you definitely took the brunt of the beating, and not to mention the milk in your hair was still there.
Vance fought against the grip on his arms like an angry restrained dog, while you stared at the floor, walking to the office with the teacher who was next to you. Looking over at Bruce, he mouthed a ‘sorry’ and you just gave him a small smile, shaking your head. You could always count on Bruce to somehow end up a hero in a sense. With a last look back at Vance, he also walked in defeat to the office, refusing to look at you. What a fucking asshole.
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pinball frenzy
vance hopper x reader
summary: you keep him calm at his worst
tags: (almost) fights, shoving, swearing, fluff, protective vance, dates, emotional hurt/comfort, slight angst with a happy ending, anger management (kind of)
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the sound of the pinball machine filled the silence between the two of you. you had to admit, vance was very skilled at pinball. neither of you spoke a word to each other despite it being a date. grab n go was vance’s favourite place, so you invited him there; sipping on a blue raspberry slushy as you watch his score tick up at a fast rate. his high score was still quite a while away, and it needed vance’s full concentration. you loved how he scrunched his brows when he concentrated; you wish he’d focus on tests like this. every time the two of you came here, you let vance borrow a few quarters to play, and he’d always pay you back in your favourite slushies and candies.
you carefully brush past vance, not wanting to disturb him whilst also wanting a refill. the clerk here always gave you free slushies for keeping vance under control nowadays. positioning your cup under the slushy machine, you slowly fill it up, still idly listening to the pinball machine. a thump, then the small chime that vance had lost was a huge red flag in your mind. you didn’t even turn yet and vance had already blown up. “what the fuck?!” he yells, a commotion coming from behind you. you whip around, watching your lover shove the other teen to the floor. “vance-!” you drop your cup, running over and circling your arms around his abdomen. “vance, leave it. he’s not worth it.” you mutter to your boyfriend; keeping your grasp firm yet not enough to suffocate him.
vance huffs through his nose angrily, watching the kid splutter apologies as he scrambles out of the grab n go and away from vance hopper’s wrath. his hands flex, he’s stressed and you know you have to try and calm him down or his day will be ruined. “look at me.” you mumble, gently grasping his cheeks with your hands. vance avoids his gaze, clearly unhappy with the situation. that’s okay, he doesn’t have to look. “it’s gonna be okay. deep breaths.” you tell him, voice soft. vance cracks, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, huffing in deep breaths like you told him to.
vance gently grasps the back of your shirt, keeping himself grounded as best he can to avoid blowing up at the people around him; especially you. “you’re doing great. you can always play pinball again, vance.” you run your hand over his back as if soothing a wild, seething animal. “i know but-“ he freezes, thinking through his words carefully. “i don’t wanna ruin our date.” vance grumbles, words vibrating against your skin. “you’re not ruining our date, baby.” you respond; hand slipping up to massage his neck as well as his back. “i did, don’t lie to me. i blew up despite all the work you put into helping and-“
“vance. look at me.” you pull away, grasping each side of his jaw more firmly so he would look at you. he blinks at you, probably expecting you to scold him for ruining everything. “you haven’t ruined our date. i’m still having a great time with you, and i’m so, so, so proud of you for keeping calm.” you tell him, voice gentle. “you’re not mad?” vance frowns, and you shake your head. “no, i’m not mad at you. i can’t ever be mad at you, vance.” you smile, bumping your nose against his gently. vance smiles too, but only a little as he gives you a sweet kiss. “here,” you press a few quarters into his hand. “play another round. do you want a slushy?” you ask softly, and vance smiles a bit larger. “yeah.. i’ll have a red one.” you nod briefly, kissing his nose. “okay, baby. go beat that high score for me whilst i get our slushies.” vance nods too, giving your lips one last kiss before stepping back over to the pinball machine.
you walk back to the slushy machine, cringing at the sight of your spilt slushy. grabbing some paper towels, you hastily mop up the mess and put the cup in the trash before the poor clerk realised you had even made a mess. (they were probably too preoccupied on keeping an eye on vance to notice). you pour two slushies, one red, the other blue, and head back. you place vance’s slushy to the side, watching him play as you carefully rest your head against his shoulder; being cautious as to not knock or disrupt him. “i love you.” you mumble. his fingers falter for a second, but he quickly recovers. “love you too.” he rushes out, still hyper-focused on his pinball. you smile, kissing his shoulder softly before giving him space and watching from a difference. you wouldn’t change vance hopper for the world.
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Being stuck in the grabbers basement with Vance
Requested by: @loveispainfultohave
Tw: attempted groping/SA, killing the grabber ♡
Vance had been in the basement for about a few days before the grabber had brought you. Obviously he didn’t know that you and Vance were dating until he brought you down, "Oh Vance~" he said in a sing song voice "I brought you a present".
He had your limp body in his hands and some deep looking scratches on his arm. A small growl left him "she's a fighter just like you Vance.. look at what she did to my arm" by then Vance was frozen in his place, why you of all people?
The grabber made his way to the mattress and layed you down and backed up. "Y/n? Y/n wake up" he said as he desperately looked at your body for bruises, "Oh? You know her" the grabber crouched down and watched the scene unfold before him.
Vance said nothing and just sent a sharp glare his way. But soon enough you woke up to your body being pressed against someone else's you yelped and pushed him off "get away from me you freak!",He was taken aback but remembered that he couldn't see for a while either.
"Y/n it's me asshole..Vance" you stopped in your tracks and used your hands to feel your way back to him "Vance? Vance?". You crawled your way back into his arms and began to sob "I can't see.. what's happening to me?", "it's ok you'll be able to see in a few minutes just stay calm".
The grabber sighed loudly as he watched you two cuddle each other. "Young love is a special thing" he laughed "well I'll be back.. can't stay here for too long", you both jut stayed silent and he got up with a grunt and went upstairs.
You flinched as you heard the metal screech of the door.
"Vance?" You asked "what?" He looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Where are we?" You heard him sigh "we're in that freaks basement" he said simply. You sniffled and squinted your eyes as you slowly regained your sight.
He noticed and put his hands on your face "I'm gonna get you out of here y/n I swear". "Both of us you mean?" He stayed silent "right Vance? Im not leaving you!" You raised your voice as new tears began to form in your eyes, Vance sighed "I'll try my best..".
"I love you Vance.. you can't leave me alone" soon he was crying silent tears dripping down his cheeks and onto your face. "Vance please don't cry" you put your hands on his face and wiped his tears "I love you too y/n".
After an hour or so you and Vance fell asleep wrapped up in each other's limbs. It was so hot and you tried wiggling out of his grasp "Vance lemme goo" you said in a tired voice, he shook his head no you were about to give up but an uneasy feeling crept up on you.
You turned your head as best as you could to scan the room and that's when you saw the grabber in the corner of the room, just staring at you two "Vance Vance up hes watching us" you shook Vance roughly and his eyes snapped open. He let you go and got behind infront of you using his body to shield you from the older man's prying eyes.
"What do you want?" Vance coldly the grabber sighed and pat both of his knees with his large palms, he got up and made his way to the door again "I just wanted to look at you both.. I just couldn't help myself you guys just look so cute". His words sent cold shivers up your spine but you noticed a plate of eggs and a bottle of sprite infront of you two.
Vance made his way to get it and held some of the eggs up to your mouth "eat". And so you did but you ate half and drank half leaving the rest for him.
You two were done eating and both felt studded for some reason so again you decided to sleep on top of each other.
"So beautiful.." you felt prying hands on almost every part of your body but for some reason your eyes wouldn't open. This had to be a nightmare but the touches felt too real, you began to thrash and make sounds.
You kicked and scratched then you heard a grunt and the sound of punches landing. Your eyes shot open and you expected everything to be fine and calm, but it wasn't.
Vance was onto of the grabber throwing punches left and right but soon he was overpowered. You took action and looked around the room, with quick thinking you grabbed the lid of the toilet and brought it down with such force you didn't know you had and broke it against the back of his head?
Everything went silent the grabber dropped onto Vances body. He was limp, unmoving like a corpse you pushed him off of Vance and helped him get up, he grunted and shook your hand off of shoulder "I don't..need help"
Nice to to know vamce was still vance. You both walked up the stairs of the basement and started trying the lock, finally you heard a click the door was open and you as soon as you and vance felt the cool breeze, the breeze that haven't felt in what feels like a lifetime. Vance hugged you it was simple but it felt so much more intimate than any of the things he's done for you.
"I love you..but please don't ever put yourself in danger again". His voice was muffled into your shirt and you could feel tears wetting your shoulder, slowly you nodded and led him to a nearby house for help.
A/N: sorry if this took too long or if it seemed rushed but I'm finally free for more requests! Nsfw or not im willing to do them :>
#the black phone#vance hopper#vance hopper imagine#vance hopper x reader#vance hopper x you#the grabber
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HEY HEY HEY!!!! IM SO HAPPY YOU DECIDED TO TAKE REQUESTS! YOU GOT THIS❤️ I was wondering if you could write a fic with Vance Hopper x a fem reader who is really shy around him? And they both got a huge crush on eachother? Tysm! ❤️❤️
yes of course !! tysm for being my first ask 💕 NO PROOFREAD
DISCLAIMER!!! VANCE MAY BE A LITTLE CC!
Vance x fem! shy! Reader
“don’t be a stranger!”
part two is here !
‘oh dear god’
is all you could possibly seem to repeat in your head as you approached the grab n go corner store, sure it was always the to-go spot for kids and teenagers but the popularity seemed to burst especially around the summertime or spring season. as of right now it was the end of the school year, may of 1978. there were only two weeks left of the seemingly never ending school year. this meant joy for you, as you could spend some more time with friends and sleep in late. but the thing was, at the current moment why where you practically dreading your very existence?
because he was there you could see the mop of blond hair slightly moving around from the store window as you walked up to the store that’s was littered with teenagers and kids of every age. of course you weren’t alone, you were with your dear friend tracy. now..tracy sure she wasn’t the most brightest of the bunch but she definitely knew when love was in the air..even if it was believed to be one sided. just a few days prior you had confessed to her how you had a crush on pinball vance for practically the entire school year. now the confession didn’t really get a reaction out of tracy, only lightly scoffing and saying it was obvious for the longest time ever. pointing out the stolen glances, the pace of how you walked becoming ten times faster when he was around in the halls and most noticeably how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him! but who could really blame you? despite his aggression vance was deemed quite the good looker, often sought after by other girls and made other boys envious. hearing the familiar ‘ding!’ of the front door to the store brought you back to reality, seeing as tracy had opened the door for you to come in, to escape the beginnings of the hot colorado summer.
“you really need to make it less noticeable y/n.” tracy whispered to you with a cheeky smile, the freckles dawning her tan skin were made more evident with the expression. you were caught even more off guard, lips frowning into a straight line. you knew you had been caught in the trace, eyes instinctively wandering to vance. who as always was hunched over the pinball machine that sat snug in the corner by the drinks. gulping quietly as tracy took your hand, leading you through the isles demanding you to pick whatever you’d like, it was her treat. seeing as you tutored her for the chemistry test and she got a good grade, tracy wanted to repay you back. and for someone who only had a dollar fifty to their name..you didn’t mind at all. the two of you leaned on the freezer doors glancing absent minded at the never ending supply of colorful drinks. opening her lips to speak, your chatty best friend seemed to quickly shut her mouth. which definitely wasn’t common..at all. you had noticed and furrowed your brows in confusion, hands immediately patting yourself down just incase something was on you.
“trace? what is it? is there something on me?” you questioned before getting semi-fed up by her silence, eyes shooting up to look at her. you noticed how she wasn’t looking at you, rather behind you, further away than you. following her gaze it landed to the noisy pinball machine, you could hear your heart practically beat inside of your ears. the gaze you had dropped down to the cold tile floor, marked with sneaker imprints. not daring to lift up the gaze but curiosity bit at you as you could hear tracy let out the smallest ‘Ooooo’ mocking hum before drawing her attention to another isle. working up enough nerve to allow your eyes to see what she was ‘Oooing’ and Ahhing’ about. only then did you practically wish to be claimed dead right there and then, a whole six feet under. well because of the circumstances you were currently in that would possibly happen very soon. looking back at you was vance hopper, yes pinball vance yes the boy you had been hopelessly crushing on since last september. he seemed to be trying to not make it obvious he was staring at you, once realizing you were looking right back at him he snapped his eyes back to the game.
cursing under his breath as he dug into one of his pockets, shoving a quarter into the slot before beginning again. god was he hoping his hair would’ve at least covered his eyes from an angle. he just felt no short of hopeless, pure hopelessness. the two of you had a few run ins during the school year from what he could remember you two shared a class or two..before he got switched because he beat a kid to a pulp in one of them. sure you were more on the quiet side when it came to people you didn’t know well. but whenever the two of you seemed to cross paths it would be downright awkward ! for example, one instance you had dropped your books in the halls. vance, who was on a good streak decided that he wanted to help out, before he could even get to the proper distance. you grabbed the fallen books and scrambled out of his way, shoving past him. and if anything that confused him a whole lot more. it was unusual, usually girl’s would’ve killed a man to be in that position and he semi-knew that. with a few more interactions between the two of you, one of them being how you had to tutor him for a week or so earlier on in the year made him feel a certain way about you, the feeling was a little unfamiliar.
as you walked around the isles trying to keep a distance away from the blonde you heard tracy’s voice call out to you about some new ‘seveteen’ magazine article coming out. filled to the brim with excitement you hurried over, it didn’t once hit you that the magazine display was right next to the pinball machine. it was too late, rushing over to tracy you seemed to lose your balance for a moment, ankle rolling as your side hit into the pinball machine. it was like everyone had gone silent in the moment, you had stumbled back, tracy quickly disappearing behind the magazine rack with slight worry and excitement bubbling within her. vance had taken a sharp breath throwing his hands into his hair in frustration. “which one of you dumbfucks did this?!” he yelled in frustration, the cashier inching towards the phone. knuckles turning a white color as he clutched the sides of the machine, chipping off paint as he did so. as some kid from the crowd yelled out a “it was that girl!!!” pointing directly at you, you were trying to hide yourself into the corner of the shop, mind racing with thoughts as you awaited the impending doom. ‘oh dear god, oh jesus does he even hit girls?? if he didn’t before then i’m sure he definitely will now’ shutting your eyes with anticipation, nose scrunched up and all.
but yet nothing came, in fact everyone was shocked but felt safe enough to return to the chatter that was there before. fluttering open your eyes you looked back to vance who was letting out a distressed sigh. not knowing if you should make a break for it or feed into your curiosity you took the risk of inching closer to him. throat threatening to close up the more you got closer, leaving the original hiding spot you were in. “aren’t you uh…gonna hit me..?” you mumbled quietly, voice barely above a whisper. the boy simply scoffed and looked over to you with a hard to read expression. “i don’t mess up girls you should know i have s’more class than that.” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding feeling like lady luck was on your side. but quickly put your attention back to him as he spoke once again.
“and plus, why would i wanna hurt a pretty face like yours again..? y/n was the name wasn’t it?” his usual rough and threatening tone was definitely taken down a few notches, instead it was a little more lighter and arguably softer. sure it was obvious his voice was straining from not speaking his usual level but he didn’t wanna scare you off, not now that he has you in his presence. his words made your face feel all hot and as if your heart was about to fall from its placing and onto the floor because of how fast it was beating. you only seemed to let out a small chuckle and nodded to his question, not noticing the small smile that slowly appeared onto your lips. but vance definitely took it into account, he liked the smile he saw. thinking you should smile a whole lot more than the usual, worried expression he saw plastered onto that cute face. not allowing another moment of silence to go by he cleared his throat with a boyish grin. “now i’m not letting you fuck with any of my damn rounds again that’s for sure, i need to be repaid y’know i didn’t think about making you bleed for nothin.” immediately your guard went up again not knowing what he was insinuating exactly. the blonde noticed this and rolled his eyes shaking his head. “don’t you fucking get it?” his tone immediately reversed back to his usual one as if he was getting defensive about something. “im asking if you wanna see that new movie with me, chainsaw massacre??” he mumbled looking to the side with his arms crossed as if he was admitting something embarrassing.
“oh!” was the only sound to leave you, mouth formed into a ‘O’ shape as you blanked for a minute. trying the absolute best not to just clam up and run away from him..like you always did. you fished out a piece of paper from your back pocket, gently stuffing it into the breast pocket of his scuffled jean vest. the piece of semi-crumpled paper held your information, well just the house phone number.
“don’t be a stranger vance, pick me up at eight thirty sound good?”
the words that left you seemed almost uncharacteristic from anybody that knew you. and to yourself honestly. you weren’t sure what just gave you the courage to speak that way, especially to someone as intimidating as vance ‘pinball’ hopper. but seeing the mixture of surprise and even the smallest dash of excitement wash into his face, it was definitely worth it. but of course you weren’t overly confident, quickly running off to tracy who was waiting outside with the snacks she had purchased after the near death experience you had just earlier before. she had a knowing look on her face, and when look in your eyes matched hers the two of you shared a excited grin before squealing and laughing the entire way home.
meanwhile vance was left in the grab n go , back facing the rest of the store as he stared back to the pinball machine with its flashing lights. in the reflection you could see him grinning..like a total idiot.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS! i had lots of fun writing this but i’ll admit i didn’t expect this to turn out so long :”) i hope you don’t mind me slightly changing the whole shy aspect towards the end! AND NO !! I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS IM SORRY ! asks are always open !
#the black phone 2022#the black phone x reader#the blackphone#the grabber#the black phone#bruce yamada x reader#bruce yamada#vance hopper x you#vance hopper x reader#finney the black phone#vance hopper#robin arellano#wonton writings
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I'm laughing so hard @ the kids on tiktok saying that vance talking to them Like That on the other end of the phone would have scared them even worse than the grabber like lmfahjdgshdfhdjfhj
me: I'm so alone and afraid down here in this freak's basement :(
vance: [snarling and swearing down the phone at me like a rabid dog as if I'M the problem]
me:
#LIKE BRO OKAY I'M SORRY?!????!!!??!?#I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST STOP GROWLING AT MEWJHSF&&%^*(%SK#.txt#the black phone#tbp#vance hopper#vance the black phone#finney blake#robin arellano#bruce yamada#griffin stagg#billy showalter#vance x reader#vance hopper fanfiction#vance hopper x you#vance hopper x reader#vance hopper imagine
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I hate that damned movie.
Vance doesn’t like asking for affection. His ego is WAY too big. so he’s gonna scare it out of you instead.
Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN! Reader
Word Count: 1254
Warnings: Language, 🧿, 🌸
“I can't believe you made me watch that.” You said as you walked hand in hand with Vance.
“I can't believe you've never seen it!” He said with a hint of surprise in his voice. One thing Vance loved was making you scared. Scary movies? Yep. Sneaking up behind you? Check. Calling you in the middle of the night saying he sees you? Definitely. Making you watch Jaws, then taking you to a lake to swim so you will huddle up in his arms because of the “sharks”? Welp, that was his plan this time.
“Seriously, Vance. Last night I was trying to take a bath but I couldn't because I thought a shark was going to eat me. So thank you.” You said with sarcasm lacing your tone. You knew why he did it. You didn't mind clinging to him, but his ego is too big to ask. Instead, he makes you watch a stupid horror movie, the kind that scares the living shit out of you so that you are forced to shove your face in his arm
“You are so fuckin welcome” Vance chuckled out loud. He would have made a witty quip if he wasn't so concerned about where he was. He looked around, trying to find the familiar dirt path in the lush, green, forest. He wasn't was lost, just too distracted by the idea of you shaking in his arms. This was his most genius idea yet, surprised himself when he thought of it. I mean, you were the smart one, you came up with all the good date ideas. All he did was tag along. You pretty much-planned everything. The food, how you would get there, what you were going to do, who was going to be there so Vance wouldn't get in a fight. That last one really only worked 50% of the time. Vance looked around some more trying to find the familiar stone that looked like a V. This place was pretty much sacred to him, it's where his mom used to take him as a kid when they needed to get away from his father. Those were bitter-sweet memories. So this was really big for him. But he was willing to share it with someone who was a big part of his life.
“Oh Hey! That stone looks like a heart!” You mused
“No it looks like a V.” He retorted
“A V is just a thin heart.” You said back. The look you gave him said, “ I'm cute so you have to agree with me”. He had to agree with you, because well… He didn't know why, maybe he was just feeling generous today.
“Your right it's a heart, now come on that's the path”. Vance agreed, pulling you towards the path.
“So where are you taking me anyways?” You questioned. You had never seen this place or even heard him talk about it. The way he made his way through the forest made it seem like he had been here 100 times. ‘I swear to god, Vance Hopper if you lead me to some haunted cabin in the words I'm gonna-’
“We’re here.” He announced. You didn't know where he had taken you but it was beautiful. It was an enchanting view. The Colorado pines were so tall, and they made everything smell like Christmas. The crystal clear, bright blue water shimmered like glass in the sun. It was so clear that you could see the ridged stones bunched up together. Your hand slowly slid out of Vance's as you walked off onto the creaky, old, wooden dock. You marveled at the view, “this is a lot better than a haunted cabin in the woods” you whispered to yourself. You were about to say something to Vance until you heard loud stomping noise behind you.
“WOOHOO!” Vance shouted as he jumped into the water, splashing you when he landed. Laughing, you shook head, ‘what a kid’. Your joy ended up quickly when he didn't come back up.
“Vance?” You called out. No answer.
“Stop messing around and come back up.” You demanded. Still no answer. At this point, you were becoming very distraught. ‘Why hasn't he come up yet?’
“Vance!” You yelled. You were freaking out at this point. You got on your hands and knees, looking down into the water searching for a single glimpse of gold.
“WRHAA!”
“AHHH!” You screamed and fell backwards on your ass.
“VANCE HOPPER! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You thundered. He fell back into the water, laughing hysterically. Your heart was going 100 miles an hour, it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. You were so mad at him right now. You knew he was going to do something like this. He was so irritating sometimes.
Your thoughts did a complete 180 when you saw him swimming around and laughing. Laughing loud too. It was very rare that you saw him like this. Usually, you were the one laughing at something, he would just let out his “cool guy” chuckle. As you stared, he continued to move his arms in a circular motion swimming backward. You loved his smile because you knew he was genuinely happy when he was, and that made you happy. Your eyes moved to his wet hair. It was still curly, but dark and flat instead of golden and poofy. His bangs stuck to his forehead, and the ends of his hair flowed in the water. Then your eyes moved a little lower to his-
“You gonna get in or you just gonna sit there and stare?” Vance mocked. You had been caught. He caught you. You noticed that he caught you. He noticed that you noticed. Your face became warmer than the summer sun. ‘How embarrassing, i’m going to go die in a hole now.’ You got up from the dock and walked back to your things. to try to get rid of this feverish feeling you had. You looked at his clothes, carelessly piled up in a bunch on the dirt. ‘wait.’
“Yes, I have shorts on!” He shouted out, basically sensing your panic. You gave a nervous chuckle before taking off your own clothes. You hung up your clothes on a nearby tree branch right before walking back to the edge of the dock.
“I’m not jumping in by the way.” You informed him
“What? Why not just jump in? You’re not scared are you?” Vance said slyly.
“No, I'm not scared! I just don't want to get in right now.” You defended, avoiding his eyes
“I didn't come here to be watched by you like some stalker” He retorted. ‘I hate him’ you thought to yourself ‘that's not true I actually really like him, damn feelings’. You mentally punched yourself as you sighed. You picked yourself up and took a few steps back. You then took a few quick steps forward and jumped far out into the water. ‘Please don’t be cold’. You crashed into the water, immediately tensing up from the contact. ‘Oh great, it’s cold.’ You quickly rushed to the surface, gasping for air. You swam over to where you could touch, just a little closer to the dock than Vance. He gave you a genuine smile, and you smiled back taking in this moment because you knew you weren’t going to have it forever. It was a perfect moment, Just you and him, but you know, he has to ruin everything.
“SHARK!” Vance screamed while pointing out into the open. The amount of fear your felt at that moment was ASTRONOMICAL. You basically leapt onto Vance, looking around the water while subconsciously climbing up him as your attempt to get out. ‘This is a lake Y/N’. Your fear shortly turned into irritation as you slowly turned to face him.
“I hate that damned movie.” You hissed as you glared at him “and I hate you.”
“Yeah whatever, you fuckin liar” He then grabbed your face into his hands. Who leaned in first? He doesn't know, but that doesn’t matter. ‘Mission accomplished’.
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A/N- I wrote this at 5 in the morning yesterday while i was sick so some of it might not make sense. but this story kind of goes along with my main Vance hopper x reader story. But i hope you enjoyed. Luv yuh- ♡g
#vance hopper x you#vance hopper#vance hopper x reader#jaws#theblackphone#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#fluff#Spotify
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hello i was wondering if i could request a Vance Hopper x female reader (gn is okay also ) where reader is getting bullied by some kids at school and hiding it from vance and he gets a hunch something is wrong and finds out and beat the bullies ass & gets mad at the reader & yells at them but then realize the reader is hurt kinda bad & apologize & take care of the reader after saying it's okay & don't hide things from him next time a lil angst & fluff plz take care of urself & drink some water
oooo, the details are so nice here, i love this idea sm!! ive not got a lot of experience w writing angst so take this w a grain of salt, but i hope you enjoy!
requests r open, masterlist is up!
Vance Hopper x Gn Reader!
Warnings: Slight Angst, Bullied Reader, Slight Injury Mentioning
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June's uncertain weather never spared you, leaving you chilled while walking home from school, the wind lashing out on you. The fresh bruise forming on your leg began to flare up with pain as you continued walking, your pace quickening as your ears picked up heavy footsteps in the distance, heading right to you. Originally, you guided yourself to your boyfriends house, spending the rest of the day leading into the weekend with him, it'd been in the works for weeks, finding free time for the both of you.
As you treaded on, the footsteps multiplied, only getting closer. If your pace quickened, their pace quickened, and if yours slowed, they followed. It was in a mocking manner, they were so obviously taunting you while you had no guard, targeting you while you're vulnerable, and it was working. Vance's house was a block away, turning a right would give you access of his street, but you were brutally shoved to the pavement before you got within running distance. Your shoulder connected to the concrete, a harsh thud coming from it, you were lying there helplessly, how embarrassing.
Propping yourself on your elbows, you inched backwards, trying to pad yourself with the scarce yellow grass. Your head tilted up, locking eyes with the group of guys that stood before you. Even with the sun obscuring your view, you knew who it was, and the foreboding feeling seeped in you as the boy with curly brown hair stepped forward, a smile forming when he saw your eye brows furrowing, accompanied by your look of disgust.
"Don't look so fucking upset, I haven't even touched you yet."
His voice lingered longer than needed, he wanted to see you scared. They always took advantage when you didn't have Vance hounding you, sticking within your view. They took pride in knowing you didn't have it in you to fight back, acknowledging just who they were beating up made them feel braver.
The boy bent down, bunching your shirt in his fist as he grimaced down at you. His face was inches away, the mutual feeling of hatred was apparent. Taking an opportunity in, you spat at him, the saliva causing him to squint his eyes & curse under his breath.
"You little shit. Too fucking bad your boyfriend isn't here to be your body guard."
You tensed, the air being taken from your body as he lifted himself up with a foot on your stomach. Shielding your eyes, you awaited the antagonizing pain that was to come, being sharply delivered, but the revelation would be revealed as to why there was no kicking or stomping within seconds.
"You Fuckers! I'll send you all to the hospital, get the fuck away!"
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The sun was covered by trees, but the light still warmed the earth while you were escorted to Vance's house, his grip on your shoulder was something he'd never shown before. His rough hand fit perfectly, and if you weren't in this situation it could've been romantic, but Vance's body language was nothing short of irritated. His voluntary silence seethed with anger made your heart beat, ringing in your ears while he took you down the road, his house nearing. You could tell he was angry, he didn't try to hide it, but you couldn't distinguish why he was angry with you. The bruises and blood were not a new concept to him, so why was he bothered about it now?
Walking up his front steps, he kicked the door with a firm leg. Nobody else was home, there were no cars in his drive way, nobody there to scold him, and nobody there to regulate him.
His hands brought you to the couch, firmly putting you down with a silent agreement that you'd stay there. The heavy breathing emitting from his was mildly concerning.
"Vance, listen. It's not what it-"
"Don't start now. I'm getting water."
The house sat in silence as he moved, hearing the faucet turn on, then hastily turning off. He was attempting to soothe his nerves so he wouldn't misplace his anger, but as he sat next to you, it clearly did not work. He was shaking slightly, his hands gave it away as he threw them in the air, a heavy sigh coming next.
"What the hell? You told me that nothing was going on. You lied to me. For fucking what?"
He didn't give you a chance to speak, his voice was the only thing keeping himself from lashing out more, or letting one of his tears that built up out.
"I can easily deal with them, you know that. I just beat them to a pulp, but you know what fucking sucks?"
He was sporadically breathing, facing you entirely. You could see the hurt in his eyes, encapsulating you to his world.
He took a small breath in, the unfamiliar tone of disappoint came over the room.
"It hurt that I had to figure it out myself, that you didn't want to tell me."
His sentence was finished abruptly, ending with him leaning backwards, head peering up at the ceiling above, searching in his mind, or maybe his mind was blank, sitting with the rooms feel. His demeanor was exhausted, tired, a scary look on such a gruff boy.
Your stomach ached, not from pain, but from guilt. You joined him, staring at the ceiling longingly, you wished you could pause time to think of something to say. Your throat felt closed, or hard. You wanted to say so much, but you couldn't, your hazy mind prevented you from speaking, and it only seemed to make your throat even more clogged with 'wishes' and 'could've's.
"What's wrong with just, telling me. Is it me? Am I too unapproachable for you?"
You could tell he was rationalizing. Seeing you rather get your shit beat, bloody and injured, than tell him affected him worse than any fight could. It felt like distrust to him, like a part breaking off. He wondered if he was too brutish to be with you.
The silence overcame the room once again, and the both of you sat in it, letting the mood hit the both of you, together.
Finally speaking felt necessary, but your voice was dry from the air, harsh. Even the slightest words couldn't stop you from crying, so you accepted your fate, not trying to hide.
"I didn't want you to be overwhelmed. You already do too much for me,"
You felt the couch shift as Vance moved his body next to yours, allowing you to lean your head on his shoulder,
"You shouldn't be obligated to be my protector, you have your own life."
The ceiling became blurry from your tears, cruel blinks finding their way to you. An arm suddenly snaked around your back, to your shoulder, holding you lightly in a comforting sense. His fingers drew circles on your upper arm.
"My life is with your life, idiot. Why do you think I'm with you?"
His words, while seeming harsh, blanketed you. They were sorrowful in their own way, specific to Vance, and Vance only.
"Really?"
The arms moved from your shoulder to your hand, squeezing it. The house's air became warm once again as you two worked it out, communicating silently & verbally.
"I swear."
The calloused fingers sat comfortably over yours, and the both of you stared up at the ceiling as time ventured on, promising many more moments for your time together.
"I'm sorry."
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sorrg if this was written weird, dont know why i feel so off abt it🫡🫡 but i hope you enjoy!!
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YOUR SO ANNOYING
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
WARNING: asshole vance. he’s rlly mean. kidnapping. the grabber. cuss words obv. slight talk of abuse! vance is an asshole in this!
“ of course i’m gonna do it dumbshit i said i would.” vance mumbles concentrating on the game infront of him, his fingers tapping the pinball machines buttons repeatedly. your standing next to vance to his right. watching the ball in the game go up and down. you turn your head to the side for a second, your lips curve into a smile.
walking to the candy aisle with your hands shoved in the pocket of your jeans. your eyes sparkle looking at the many many bags of candy, you reach for a cherry lolipop. you turn around and start to walk looking down at the lolipop. rotating the lolipop around you read the wrapper ‘ tattoo inside’. “ vance! vance look!” you cheer running to him with your eyes still on the lolipop, all though your looking down you fail to see your shoe laces scattered on the floor running with you.
“ vance-“ you trip over your shoelace hitting the pinball machine, you drop the lolipop falling on your butt. “ vance look what i-“ you look up smiling.
vance is staring daggers at you. he clenches his teeth. balling his hands into a fist. he kicks the game, “ you idiot!” he shouts.
his face is reddening, a vein twitches in his neck, his eyebrows furrow. your eyes bounce between the game and vance. your heart is racing. your eyes are wide. “ i-i didn’t mean too vance-“ he cuts you off, kicking the gum ball machine next to you. you flinch turning your head the other way. “ i didn’t mean too vance i just wanted to show you-“ he crouches down grabbing you by the shirt. he slams you against the fridge full of drinks.
he digs his hand into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out all your change. “ shut up loser.” he lets you go walking back to the game. you stand back on your feet, taking a deep breath in. you follow vance.
vance has always been like this. mean. super duper mean. he’s really easy to piss off. no one really dares to piss him off though, and for anyone who tried to piss him off would end up with a broken noise or a broken wrist. that’s one of the main reasons why vance didn’t have many friends. he only had you and caleb. you before caleb. you and vance grew up together, your houses on opposite blocks. you would often pick him flowers which he would end up stepping on. but that’s when you were 7. you stopped picking him flowers ever since.
if anyone tried to mess with you, vance would pull them into the school bathroom and dunk their head in the school toilets. pulling them by the hair and making them swear to never mess with you again. sometimes he’d scratch them with his pocket knife, threatening to cut off their own tongue. but he never did, your thankful that he’s never done that. otherwise he’d be in jail, then who would be there to hang with you? caleb? eh
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“ vance can you walk me home?” you ask walking behind vance. caleb starts laughing. “ what are you 5 y/n?” he says grabbing his bike. you pout rolling your eyes, what a douchebag. doesn’t matter. “ yeah y/n your not a little kid.” vance teases shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “ but it’s really dark vance-“ caleb cuts you off.
“ boo!” he shouts, you flinch. you roll your eyes pushing him. “ your not funny asshole!” caleb chuckles, “ whatever i’ll see you idiots tomorrow.” he gets on his bike. “ say hi to your mom for me asshole.” vance whistles watching caleb paddle away, caleb turns around flipping him off. you gently pull vance’s jean jacket, he lets out an exaggerated sigh. clearly ‘annoyed’
“ can you walk me home?” you ask again biting your lower lip. vance crosses his hands, narrowing his eyes. “ you have two working legs dipshit walk home yourself.” he says sharpening his tone towards the end of his sentence. “ yeah but vance- with the whole grabber thing it’s scary i don’t wanna walk home alone.” you pout shifting your weight from one foot to the other. vance throws his head back groaning, “ your so annoying.” he mumbles. “ please vanc-“ he cuts you off.
“ go walk home yourself you useless piece of shit. im not responsible for your safety.” he turns around starting to walk, your eyes widen. you stumble after him. “ vance pleas-“ he turns around.
“ you know what if the grabber actually ends up getting you, thank him for me because your the most annoying person on earth. your always following me around like some fucking dumbass. i’m so sick and tired of you.”
you turn around, all you see is black. there’s no working light posts on your side of town. “ i really do hope the grabber gets you y/n. atleast that way i won’t you on my back all the fucking time!” he kicks the glass door to the grab n go. you look down to your black worn out converse, you nod. “ i’ll see you tomorrow vance.” you mumble turning around.
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it’s dark. too dark. your heart is racing. your sweating. you try to hum to a random song to distract you from the darkness but your little hums are weak. you refuse to look up. scared that if you look up something is gonna appear in-front of you and eat you. if vance could see you right now he’d call you a pussy and weak. probably laugh at you and put you in a headlock. calling you a sore loser and high maintenance. you let out a little giggle at the thought of vance teasing you.
you hear an engine behind you, the light from the what you guess is a car is giving you some light. you continue walking down the street with your hands in your pockets with a slight smile on your face. gosh vance is so funny. your little daydream trance is cut off by a door opening. “ hey little girl! would you mind helping me? my engines seems to be a little rusty and i need someone to hold my tools.” a man says behind you.
you gulp. your eyes widen. ‘ y/n. run.’ your brain is malfunctioning. your heart is racing. your palms are sweaty. “ n-no i-im- i need to go home.” you refuse to turn around, scared that if you do you’ll freeze. “ i just need a little help.” you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around. “ no get away from me!” you scream walking backwards. the man looks around, i’m fear that your screams might’ve alerted some people. he runs to you.
“ help! help somebody help!” you scream running.
he wraps his hands around you picking you up. you thrash back and fourth. he puts a hand over your mouth silencing you, you start to tear up. he drags you towards his van. “ shh shh shh it’s alright.” he mumbles tightening his grip on you, you shake your head tears escaping you eyes. tears rolling down your cheek bones, they land on his hand. the hand that’s covering your mouth. your pulse is rapid. your vision is cloudy. your eyes are weak. he throws you into the back of his van, “ this would’ve gone a lot easier if you had just listened!” he shouts slamming the door close. you close your eyes drifting off.
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something is bugging vance. he’s on edge. he’s always on edge but it’s different. it’s different this morning. something is missing. someone is missing. “ where’s dipshit?” caleb asks crossing his hands nudging vance. vance pushes him off, “ get off me you cunt.” vance grunts rolling his eyes. “ what’s up your ass today hopper?” caleb chuckles raising an eyebrow, “ piss off asshole.” vance pushes past caleb.
vance looks at the empty seat next to him. ‘it’s her seat’. it’s your seat. and it’s empty. why aren’t you here? why is it so empty? why does he feel empty? why haven’t you annoyed him yet? why aren’t you here annoying him? he shakes his head. he pulls a pocket knife out of his backpack. sliding it across his table. he turns around once again, to your empty seat. rolling his eyes he stabs his table.
“ vancen. vance hopper.” his name is called out. he turns his head around towards the classroom door, his chemistry teacher and two unknown men are standing there staring at him. “ what.” he snaps pulling the knife. “ we need to talk to you son.” one of the men says leaning against the door frame. “ what do you want.” he growls shoving the knife in his pocket. “ it’s about y/n l/n.” the other man says. vance sighs standing up. “ what did that fucker do this time..” he mumbles.
“ how long have you known y/n l/n?” the detective says opening his notepad, vance closes his eyes in annoyance. he leans back against the chair manspreading. “ why the fuck does that matter assholes?” he says crossing his hands eyeing him up and down. “ vance hopper we would appreciate your full cooperation-“ vance groans. “ maybe if you’d tell me what you shit pigs want with me then i’ll give you my full fucking cooperation.”
“ language vance!” the principal shouts.
“ do you happen to know where y/n would go if something was going on at home?” the detective asks writing something down in his notepad, “ how the fuck would i know where that pussy would go?” he throws his head back against the cushions, he stares up into the ceiling. “ y/n l/n is missing.” the other detective blurts out annoyed by vance’s attitude.
vance’s eyes widen. his heart stops. he sits up. “ w-what?” he mumbles. there’s a lump in his throat, he can’t swallow it. “ w-what do you mean she’s missing?” he stutters biting his nails. no no this can’t be. this can’t be. there’s no way. no fucking away. no answer. he stands up, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts.
“ vance-“ his principal attempts to calm him down, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts kicking the glass table infront of him. “ son calm down.” the detective says standing up. “ calm down?! calm down? your telling me to calm down when y/n is fucking missing!” he shouts trying his best to fight back tears. he looks down shaking his head. “ no. no. no.” he whispers running out of the principals office. “ vance! vance hopper!” the principal calls behind him.
“ no no this can’t be happening no.” vance shakes his head. it’s his fault. all his fault. he said. he said he hoped the grabber got you. and he did. he kidnapped you. your gone. your gone. your gone. oh god no no no. y/n. he leans against a locker, “ no no..” he whispers sliding down the locker. he should’ve just walked you home. if he walked you home you’d still be with him. maybe the grabbed would’ve kidnapped you both, that way he would still be able to protect you. it’s his fault. it’s his fault. fuck fuck fuck.
his vision is cloudy. his hands are shaking. his lower lip is trembling. “ vance..” a soft voice calls for him. he slowly looks up. your in-front of him. his eyes widen, tears roll down his face. “ vance.” you whisper softly. you gently caress his cheek. he grabs hold of your hand. “ save me vance.” you whisper tearing up. you start disappearing. “ no! no! y/n! you asshole!” he shouts standing up. “ kid. hey hey kid calm down!” the detective runs up to him grabbing him, “ let go of me! let go of me motherfucker!” vance shouts trying to break free. usually he’d easily break out, but he’s so weak right now. “ y/n! y/n!” he shouts looking at the place you once were caressing his cheek. “ calm down!” the detective shouts in his ear.
“ save me vance.” you whisper in his ear again. he stops fighting back. he looks down at his hands, a cherry lolipop he was gonna give you this morning.
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Dating Vance Headcanons
Here's the Vance post I promised. Enjoy!
Not proofread lol.
Tw for violence, bullying, bad/abusive home life. Swearing. Death/murder mention.
Okay, I'm going to be straight with you; Vance is an arsehole. All of his scenes in the movie are him being an arsehole and having anger issues. Vance is self-entitled; he knows he's the best at pinball and will physically attack anyone who dares mess up his score. He is not - I repeat, he is not - going to go soft and gentle around you. It's just not who he is.
However, he does like you, so he will be a tad bit nicer to you. And by that, I mean he won't punch you in the face. He'll hold back on the bullying. But don't mess up his pinball game. Don't do that.
So, you can probably tell I don't think highly of Vance as a boyfriend. I don't hate him or anything (not at all!), it's just that, like... Look at him. He is in need of therapy, not a partner. No offense to you, of course! If he likes you he wants you around, for sure. He just needs to take care of himself beforehand. If this guy asks you out that means he doesn't hate you, so he's probably less likely to bully you. So, I highly recommend nicely hinting that he needs to work on himself more before dating you. Please, for your own sake.
Okay, now that that is over, let's start on the fun stuff. Now, assuming that Vance is currently working on himself and has been for a while (which I don't really know how that happened) he'd be a bit of a better person. That means no automatically hitting/hurting people when they mess up stuff in his life. Sure, he still gets into fights all the time, but it's not instinct.
He will, however, gladly kick someone to the ground if they talk smack about you or your relationship. And by kick them to the ground I mean nearly kill them. Vance is not taking anything from nobody. You will have to stop him if you don't want him getting arrested (again).
Also, Vance is not a sweetheart. He will not buy you roses. He will not stutter when talking to you. He will not do any of that. You know what he will do? Avoid you. This man is acting like you have cooties. You'd think he hates you, and rightfully so. It's because he gets nervous around you. He doesn't let it show, but he has butterflies (and he hates it).
Surprisingly, though, once he gets help the relationship isn't too bad. There are ups and downs, but in the end he does put in an effort for you. Crazy, right? And you'd be insane if you didn't put in effort for him. After all, it's not every day you get someone like Vance to like you.
Vance makes time for you. Outside of his schedule of being at school and the Grab n Go, he likes to be with you. Of course, some of this time is spent watching him play pinball silently at the very Grab n Go I just mentioned, but I digress. Other time is spent wandering around town or hanging out at your place.
Vance especially likes your place over his. I headcanon his home life is pretty rough; his father is a drunk like Terrence Blake, and although he actually has his mother around, she feels powerless to do anything and has no job. So, Vance likes to get out of there by going over to yours.
The only problem is his younger sister. She's a toddler, and there's no way he's leaving her at home alone with a situation like his. So, he takes her with him to yours. And this leads to my next point; you better be good with kids. Vance does care about some people, albeit very few. And his sister is one of them. So, if you can't handle her well, then it's going to get rough.
I feel like Vance is the kind of kid to sneak out at night to visit you. Not in some romantic 'oh I missed you so much!' way (or at least he will never put it that way), but more like a 'I'm bored and feeling rebellious so I'm going to go pester you' way. He just knocks on your window in the dead of night and scares the living crap out of you. He just welcomes himself in and settles down in your room without a care.
Okay, well, with some care. He tells you to shut up so he doesn't get caught.
Alright, now onto PDA. Quick version: Vance doesn't like it. Longer version: Vance is touch starved, but he's also got an image to keep. If he's going to stay intimidating while still having a partner then he needs to restrict the lovey-dovey stuff as much as possible. So, that means so PDA at all. Also, it just makes him uncomfortable, despite the fact that he also kind of likes it.
He doesn't even like it in private. Even if he's crying he will refuse a hug from you. It just feels foreign to him, to say the least. He got it from his mother when he was younger, but other than that he's got nothing.
Oh, and by the way, he is never crying in front of you if he can help it. He's got toxic masculinity ingrained into his brain (like, c'mon, it's the '70s). It makes him feel, for lack of a better word, weak. It's the belief he was brought up with, and now it just feels stuck with him. If he were to cry in front of you, he'd try his absolute best to stop it. And if he can't, then he just tells you to go away.
He'd love it if you'd tutor him. I can't remember if he gets bad grades or not (damn the wikis for not having any info on him), but if I remember correctly he does. He doesn't make it obvious that he appreciates it (hasn't really gotten to that stage yet), but he makes up for it by getting you a drink or snack you like at the Grab n Go for free.
Actually, he makes up for most of the stuff you do that way. His main love languages are acts of service and gifts, so it makes sense he'd do that. Vance isn't a boy who's good with word, so just doing things it a lot easier for him. Plus, he can cater it to your tastes to ensure he doesn't mess up.
In conclusion, Vance is a deeply troubled young man. He's going to need a good amount of therapy before he can even think of having a healthy relationship with you. And even once he does get that, he's going to be very quiet. He's not one for big romantic gestures - in fact, he hates it. But he does like you, so he shows his affection through other means. But remember; this is still Vance, and you can easily take all that progress away. So, be careful and be good.
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Hi if your taking requests could you write Vance hopper x fem!reader
Reader and Vance going to a lake so they can swim and Vance getting tired so he lays on top of reader telling her he enjoys holding her
Just pure fluff and cuddly Vance
(If reader could be with thick thighs and little stomach+ a belly button pircing {I just got my pircing done})
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(A/N; this was fun to do<3 im so glad you all are making requests! keep them coming!)
"Kissing Underwater." Vance Hopper x Fem!Reader
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you headed over to Vance's place, all ready for a dip in the lake. You were wearing your comfy jean shorts and a cute swimsuit top that showed off your belly ring. You knocked on the door and waited, feeling pretty pumped for some fun in the sun.
"Hey Vance, did you remember your swimsuit?" You asked, holding your bag of clothes, towels, and snacks. "Shit, I totally forgot. Sorry about that, (N/N). Let me go grab it real quick. Don't worry, I'll be fast." You nodded and watched Vance close the door.
He came out with his stuff and towel, wearing black swim shorts. "Are you set to hit the pool?" You asked him. He nodded. You smiled and grabbed his arm, both of you on your way to the lake.
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As soon as you got to the lake, you were so pumped to see the water sparkling in the sun. You ditched your shorts in a flash, ready to dive in. You and Vance waded in together, feeling the chill, refreshing water wash over the both of you. You couldn't stop giggling and goofing around, soaking up the gorgeous scenery and peaceful vibes.
"hey Vance, wanna try something?" You asked. "If it's trying to hold you so you can try and flip while underwater, no," Vance muttered. You laughed. "No, it's not that. Hear me out. what about Kissing underwater? Wouldn't that be cool?" So, you threw out an idea and Vance kinda thought about it. Then he was like, "Yeah, I guess we could give it a shot." And out of nowhere, you just went ahead and splashed him with water.
He looked totally surprised and then grinned before splashing you back. That set off a fun little water fight between the both of you, as you both tried to one-up each other.
As you descended into the water, Vance followed closely behind. Despite your blurry vision, you couldn't help but smile at him. Vance swam closer, and you pulled him in for a tender kiss. He reciprocated, and you felt your heart swell with affection.
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After taking a refreshing dip in the lake, you and your boyfriend spread out a cozy blanket on the grass. You both plopped down and soaked up the sun, listening to the soothing sound of the waves. It was the perfect chance to relax and take in the beautiful view of the lake. Vance, in between your thick thighs, he's being so sweet, laying his head on your tummy. He's making sure not to mess with your belly ring with his hair, being super careful. It's really thoughtful of him, to make sure you're both comfortable and happy.
You played with his hair, enjoying this moment with him.
"Wanna do it again?"
"I'm too tired...can I just stay here laying on you?"
"Fine. You're not fun Vance."
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I've been noticing yall love Vance a lot LMAOOO.
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like most nights, this one was miserable. rain poured down drenching the aura around. y/n was wet down to the bones. small flows of lightning swam through the clouds lighting up the surrounding.
it seemed to be fight after fight, i didn’t matter if it was with their parents, friends or best friend. no matter where they went arguments sparked and burned them.
that night was worse then it ever had been, her mother spoke words she knew she didn’t truly mean. y/n never forgot words spoken out of anger.
the words rang through their head over, and over, and over again. “maybe you should leave, all you’re doing is annoying everyone”
in y/n’s mind that translated to we don’t like you, we don’t want you. like being kicked out by the only people you ever loved, heart wrenching pain snuck it’s way though their veins the farther they ran.
no particular place in mind, y/n just needed to get away from it all.
the storm rolled in quicker, wind picking up and thunder rumbling closer. the grab-n-go. of course that as the only place still open at this time of night.
y/n pushed on the door, ringing the bell over their head mixed with the howling noise of nature.
there was nothing they could do but wait for the storm to lessen. roaming around the store to seem busy, boys pushed and shoved each other around the infamous pin ball machine. she knew who was there.
y/n kept their head down, tear stained cheeks didn’t mix well with fluorescent lights.
eventually y/n had came face to face with the last aisle, the end showed the boys whom had been making all the noise.
y/n paced themselves walking down that row, not wanting to reach the end to quickly.
to say y/n was sad was an understatement. anxiety crept through their veins now, all that they had know just threw them away. deep sense of dread flooded their mind, heavy thoughts ran like a river. feeling how it felt to no longer have unconditional love, nobody ever realizing how damaging that really is.
every step brought them closer to the end, pace after pace. their mind never silenced. it spoke so loud they hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten to the boys. stopping themselves before running into them.
y/n raised their head only to be faced with the one and only boy who’d ever broken their heart.
vance.
for a moment it was like the whole world had stopped, their mind stopped, the sounds muffled in her ears.
he was exactly what they needed, what they missed. even if both of them were chaotic, they brought unspeakable peace to mind.
like starting death in the face, beautiful calming death. their worst nightmare but only need. they didn’t dare to speak a word in fear their voice would fail them.
like stabbing in their heart, pain intensified over their body, they weighed heavy to the ground.
vance glared over feeling the presence of someone not in his little group, a smug look covered his face till he noticed it was y/n.
his hands stopped playing as his mind lost focus, friends behind him confused looked at eachother then over at y/n, reading the room they stepped away from the two.
vance stepped away from the pinball machine examining y/n’s face as he approached them.
“you’ve been crying” damn those fluorescent lights. y/n spoke lightly “no i haven’t, it was the rain” they waved their hand towards the window. “yeah right, i wasn’t born yesterday y/n, what happened?” his hand moved brushing stray hair from their face
the warmth floating off his body was enough to crack y/n, tears swelled within their eyes once again, parting their lips and taking a deep breath y/n went to speak
vance stepped closer rubbing his thumb over their cheek, his voice was gentle in a way you hadn’t heard in a some time “tell me what happened” y/n slightly leaned into his hand as they began to speak.
“my mom…” was all they got out before the water works hit, that was all vance needed to hear pulling them into a tight hug.
vance waves bye to his friends as he took y/n out helping them into the passenger seat of his truck.
knowing the last place y/n would want to go was home, he took them to his place. his parents weren’t home.
y/n glazed outside watching rain drops racing down the window, the lightning light up their small town in ways it never had before.
stormy nights are just like stormy thoughts.
vance had brought them inside, handing them clean dry clothes and starting the shower, y/n was chilled to the bone from the cold drops of the sky.
he waited for them outside the door, sat against the wall thinking to himself.
the bathroom door creaked open to reveal a much warmer looking y/n, his heart skipped beats at the sight of them in his clothes once again.
pushing himself from the floor his body moved faster then his thoughts as he embraced them.
y/n had no fight left within, falling into his arms.
a safe place that never seems to run out of safety.
that’s what he was for them.
vance took them back to his room, “get comfy i’ll be right back” y/n nodded, exhaustion filled every inch of their body, back clashing into the mattress their eyes laid heavy.
it wasn’t long before vance had returned handing them a glass of water and a plate with their favourite cookies on it.
y/n smiled sleepily accepting his offer
they spoke few words as they shared cookies, warmth finally wrapped around the pair as y/n’s eyes closed small hums coming from their lips, vance smiled to himself taking the glass from their hands placing it on the nightstand.
he turned off the lamp beside him, wrapped his arms around y/n he sighed holding their body to his own.
vance was at peace once again.
y/n was safe in her mind.
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Hi! How you doing? Idk if u write yandere (If u don't feel free to delete this!!) if yes could u write some soft yandere hcs for Vance? Have a nice day!
👻- anon
OVERPROTECTIVE VANCE HOPPER HEADCANONS
hi hi hello !!! i do not write yandere things but i will write overprotective/protective ! thank you so much for the request !
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vance isn't very good at handling his emotions in general so sometimes he's not exactly sure on how protective he should be , he just knows he wants to protect you
he cares abt you a lot which means nothing's happening to you. like at all
he's the toughest kid at school so most people don't even try
if they do though they're paying for it in the worst ways imaginable
someone says something even slightly rude to you? yea he's gonna make them fear for their life
he tried his best to keep his anger under control especially for you so most of the time he doesn't actually do much. they might get grabbed by the shoulders or thrown a bit but that's the least of what he usually does so it's better than the other option
when they test him however he's SERIOUS
pretty sure brady confirmed him to be a sociopath and that if you mess w him he comes back worse
so yea you're basically safe from pretty much everything
other than being an absolute menace to everyone around that he thinks might cause you an ounce of any kind of harm he's genuinely really sweet towards you
maybe not exactly romantic simply bc he's a little awkward (he doesn't get into many romantic relationships due to his habits of threatening people daily) but it'll be clear he favors you over others
he'll let you wear his jacket every once in a while just bc the happiness it gives you makes him even happier than you are (even if the scowl on his face doesn't show it)
he'd be hesitant to let you wear his choker since his mom made it for him but after a while he'd probably let you wear it while he could make sure it didn't get ruined or anything
anyway back to the protective stuff
he occasionally (often) misjudges when he's actually needed
someone bumped into you in the hall? they're now bumped against the lockers by their shoulders and being yelled at
very awkward conversation afterwards bc he'd try his best to defend his behavior
would make it up to you in some subtle way. might buy you a bag of chips a week later when you've already forgotten abt the whole ordeal
he's not good at apologizing like AT ALL simply bc he just doesn't do it often. the most apologizing he does is to his mom when he's at the police station again
his definition of apologizing after a fight between him and someone he thought was a threat to you would be him buying you something tbh
not many apologies through words
dude is horrible at communicating in general honestly
he would NOT be abusive in the slightest. honestly he'd be the absolute opposite
he looks very intimidating (and he is) but he loves being close to you and sharing moments when no one else is around
he's not too big on pda unless someone is flirting w you
then you get an arm around you and the other person gets a fist to their face
most romantic gesture you'd ever get from him honestly
if you ever had any bullies before you started dating you definitely don't anymore
even if you kept it a secret from him he'd find out somehow one way or another
he'd likely be a little upset w you for not telling him but he wouldn't take it out on you in the slightest
honestly it's all gonna be taken out on the bullies
he's definitely been dragged away by cops a couple of times because he wanted to protect you
even though he's not that good at communication from his side if you ever stated his overprotective behavior bothered you he'd try his best to fix it
of course he'd still let his anger control him every once in a while but most of the time he'd ask you for permission to beat them up before he actually does
vance has a dude hanging from the collar of his shirt and just casually looks to you for permission to knock him out
very satisfied when you say yes
whenever you say no though he huffs in a disappointed matter but drops him n just walks away grumbling
probably abt how you shouldn't let people walk all over you n he could've helped
still not necessarily upset w you though
vance would probably leave in order to calm himself down and take you w him bc you're one of the number 1 people to calm him down, his mom being the only other one
he genuinely just loves you so much
dude cannot stand to see you upset in any way
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