#Vance hopper x male reader

[marksbear]

Could I request a Vance Hopper x Male reader (boyfriends)? Plays a few months after Vance got kidnapped. The reader gets kidnapped too (and gives the grabber a really hard time because he doesn’t back down) and Vance ghost uses the chance to properly say goodbye to his boyfriend and helps him to get out of there. A lot of angst and heartbreak (the readers usually a tough guy too and doesn’t show much emotion but completely breaks down in the basement after Vance called him the first time) the grabber could show him the spot where he killed Vance to mock him idk make it hurt 💔💔💔I hope you have a great day and thank you!! <3

Sorry this took a while I took a lil break! But I really hope you enjoy this and that I wrote everything you asked for!

And I write this in a way so you won’t get much spoilers.

Warning:Angst! Mentions a toxic home, evil stepdad, kidnapping,trauma, grieving, sad and emotionless reader, blood, stabbing, survivor guilt.

GHOST VANCE HOPPER X MALE READER.

Y/n was inside his room laying on the floor as the TV played. Y/n's eyes bore into the screen not noticing a muffled shout from downstairs. The TV screen played Y/n favorite show ever.

Sadly it was hard for Y/n to even pay attention to the show. Y/n kept glancing around his room looking at the pictures hanging around of his boyfriend.

Every time Y/n caught himself looking at the pictures he’ll whip his head around as his mind runs wild about his boyfriends disappearance.

“Vance… We we’re supposed to runaway with each other. Get out of this stupid town together.”

Y/n thought to himself knowing deep down inside that Vance would never leave him on purpose. Y/n knew it was a deeper meaning as to why his boyfriend disappeared. But sadly it’s been months and most people stopped caring for the missing teen. It wasn’t like many people was searching for Vance anyway.

The door swings open hitting the wall on impact.

“Y/n! Your mom has been calling your name for the past three minutes! Go down there before she starts getting on my ass!” Y/n’s step dad says staring at Y/n.

“There’s something wrong kid? All the sudden you can’t hear?” His step dad says with a mug on his face.

Y/n rolls his eyes and stands up from the floor walking up to his TV turning it off. “And good lord take your boyfriends pictures off the wall son he left you.” Once those words came out of his mouth Y/n shoved his stepdad out of his room before slamming the door shut.

“You brat!”

His stepfather calls out slamming his hand on the door before walking away.

After making sure his stepdad was completely away Y/n opens his door walking downstairs to see what his mother needs.

When Y/n made it to the bottom of the staircase his mom was already waiting for him.

“Glad to see your dad listens to me.”

“He’s not my dad… And I’m sorry for not hearing you earlier.” Y/n responds back crossing his arms as his mom rolls her eyes.

“I need you to go to the store. Get some groceries and then get you and your sister some snacks to eat. And after that go to the corner store and get me and your dad some cigarettes.” She says before grabbing Y/n’s arm using the pin in her other hand writing the list of groceries on him.

After she was done she gave Y/n the money and extra just in case.

Y/n grumbles complaints under his breath as he takes the money and go back up stairs to change.

After changing Y/n goes back downstairs and walk to the front door about to leave.

“And please Y/n, come straight home. No looking for Vance or clues for his disappearance. I know you miss him honey we both do. It’s just that he’s gone now Y/n. He ran away…” She says before giving Y/n a sympathetic look.

Y/n listens to her words before leaving shutting the door behind him.

Digging inside his pockets Y/n gets the Walkman out and puts on the headphones before putting it back inside his pockets.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was finally halfway to the store walking on the sidewalk as he blasted music through his headphones. Y/n eyes were glued to the floor as he walked not bothering to look up.

Suddenly tapped into Y/n's foot.

Stopping in his tracks Y/n looked to see what touched him. It was a can and a few other things behind it. Y/n looked up seeing a man in white face paint on the sidewalk trying to but clumsily picking up his things.

Usually Y/n would have just avoided helping. Like going to a different direction or just out right to ignore them completely. But this time Y/n couldn't just fake his way out of this.

Y/n crouched down picking up the items that were scattered around the sidewalk. The stranger puts the fallen nearby items inside his bag before walking up to the teen.

Y/n hands him the items while imagining how Vance would have picked light fun at him for helping calling him "soft."

"T-thank you so much! Please let me pay you back for your kindness." The stranger says grabbing the teen's arm forcefully trying to pull him to the van.

"Hey man get the hell off of me!" Y/n shouts as he yanks his arm back. The man lunges for Y/n wrapping his arms around him. Y/n tries to fight back by kicking and stomping on the man's foot and also by scratching his arms.

The man swung the teen around in his arms yanking him to the van.

Y/n swung his head straight back hitting the man with the back of his head causing his nose to bleed.

"You brat!" The man shouts as he uses one of his free hand to pry open Y/n's mouth before using his other one to spray something inside his mouth.

Y/n continues to fight and sway around until his own body gives up on him slowly becoming unconscious the man swings open the van door angrily tossing Y/n inside of it before slamming it shut.

TIMESKIP

Opening his eyes slowly Y/n raised his head from the dirty mattress he laid on. As he looked around the more his brain processed what just happened before he got unconscious.

The walls were dirty and rusty and so was the floor. The only thing that kept Y/n company was a black phone besides the mattress on the wall. Y/n sat all the way up leaning his back against the wall.

The only door insight began to unlock and twist open.

Y/n quickly stood up and clenched his fist. Sure Y/n didn't fight much, but all the times he did he won and thankfully his boyfriend was a fighter so he knew a thing or two about beating the hell out of someone.

With the door opening Y/n got into a fighting stance just as his boyfriend taught him.

A man stepped into the empty basement staring at Y/n menacingly.

"Step any closer to me i'll kick your ass." Y/n says not even trying to threatening him. The teen told the man as if he was stating a fact. The man only laughs and step a few feet closer.

"Kick my ass? How cute." The grabber teases.

"Trust me I've been doing this for a long~ time. You won't be the first kid I snatched who fought back." The grabber says before adding."hmm... You know you sounded just like a boy who I kidnapped a few months ago. That's right Vance Hopper."

Y/n's fist clenched tighter as his whole body went into a state of shock and pause. "Y-you what." Y/n says with his voice cracking slightly.

"Vance~ I remember the day I kidnapped him. When I was driving around in my van I saw you two hug and kiss outside of your house. Y'all two looked so inlove as you wished each other bye. Even after he left after walking you open he still had a dopey smile on his face." The grabber says as he smirked behind his mask.

When he thought he would get an outburst from the teen Y/n stayed silent and on guard not even flinching.

The grabber lets out a frustrated noise before turning away leaving slamming the door shut.

With the new information Y/n lets go of the breath he was holding as he laid back down on the mattress thinking. As he thought his eyes wondered around looking before landing on the telephone.

Getting up Y/n walked over to the telephone picking up the phone and dialing 9-1-1. Much to Y/n's guess it didn't work and Y/n put the phone back into its place before sitting back down on his mattress.

TIMESKIP

For the past few days it has been weird and scary for Y/n. For numerous times him and the grabber fought and argued. Y/n refused to eat and drink and even one point threw the tray of food at the grabber once he came to collect it.

And even one time Y/n had gained advantage on the grabber taking him to the floor, but sadly he sprayed the same thing that caused Y/n to be unconscious the first time in his mouth.

The teen even met the ghost of the Grabbers old victims. They taught and helped Y/n against the grabber. Giving the teen tips and how to avoid the same fate they met.

The grabber haven't checked on the kid all day, so Y/n was just in the basement looking at the open scars from the previous fight he and the grabber had.

*riiing* *riiiing*

Y/n head whipped around looking at the black phone that was shaking. The teen quickly got up and walked to the phone. Picking up the phone Y/n glanced to the door making sure the grabber wasn't there.

"Hello?" Y/n says into the phone.

It was silence for a while until...

"Y/n you still sound like a fucking dork."

That's what caused Y/n to freeze. From everything that Y/n went through for the past few days this is what shocked him the most. The voice that he loved and cried for months.

"V-Vance! Is that you?!" Y/n's own voice began to betray him as tears threatened to fall.

"Yes babe it's me!" Vance's voice rings out through the phone causing Y/n start to break down.

"Vance! I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I wasn't there. For months I used to believe that you ran away without me. I-I'm so sorry Vans." Y/n sobs out as he spilled out the nickname he used to call him.

"Babe, don't start crying. I don't like hearing you cry." Vance says as his own voice began to crack.

"I miss you so much...I-I *sniff* " Y/n couldn't even finish his own sentence as he cried leaning his body against the wall.

"I know... I miss you everyday. And I guess it's my fault that we couldn't run away with each other as we planned---"

"Don't say that. It's neither of our faults okay!" Y/n cuts him off as he tried to wipe away his tears.

The phone grows quiet.

Finally breaking the painful silence.

"Promise me Y/n that you'll kick this guy's ass. Do it for the other dumb asses here... Do it for me." Vance says softly.

"I promise. You have my word babe." Y/n voices crack out knowing that he'll have to hang up soon.

"You better god damn it! I'll be there with you okay!?!..."

The two grow silent once again.

“Don’t go…” Y/n breathes out to the phone clenching onto it tightly.

“I have to.”

“Don’t please…even if I— I survive I won’t be able to live without you Vance! You told me that we were soulmates!” Y/n begins to sob again.

“Goodbye Y/n…”

With those last few words the phone rings silently.

With tears blocking his vision he drops the phone letting it hang. Y/n began to cry and shout screaming and cry out for his boyfriend.

“So you do cry?”

Y/n’s head whips around looking at the man that stood by the door.

“After everything this what makes you break? You miss your pathetic boyfriend? Well your in luck because I feel a bit generous today.” The grabber teases before walking towards Y/n.

Once he was close enough Y/n tries to push him away, but the grabber was fast taking a fistful of Y/n’s hair yanking him to him.

The grabber pulls Y/n to the bathroom area.

“This is we’re he died.” The grabber says yanking Y/n’s head to the wall forcing him to look at the pool of dried blood on the walls.

“I took his head just how I am with yours and banged his head against the wall until he was bloody and limp.” The grabber says whispering into Y/n’s ear.

With the picture painted in his mind Y/n eyes started to water as the grabber went on and on about how he killed him.

TIMESKIP

Since his last call Y/n and the ghost began to communicate more and more.

Their calls became more helpful and strategic preparing for what’s about to come or really the day he’s supposed to be killed. Y/n had been staring at the door for the longest.

Y/n looked to the side of the room seeing all the ghost standing by the wall. Who really stuck out to Y/n was his boyfriend looking at him with so much guilt and confidence.

Vance’s eyes softened once him and Y/n met eyes. Y/n gave Vance a small smile before turning back around looking at the door again.

With the door slowly opening Y/n stands up from the bed.

Bracing himself Y/n gets ready to fight with everything he got. With the door opening Y/n’s eyes glare.

First a dog steps inside the room with a steel chain wrapped around his neck. The grabber walks inside behind the dog with a smirk.

“You really are just like your boyfriend. Never backing down from a fight.” The grabber taunts as the dog bark and growl.

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.” Y/n says with a straight face showing no emotion.

The grabber ties the chain around a pipe as he takes a knife from his back pocket.

“Too much of a little girl to fight me with your fist.” Y/n says as he’s the one who’s taunting now.

Out of nowhere the grabber strikes pouncing in front of Y/n before swaying the knife to Y/n’s arm. Y/n dodges just in time right before the grabber tries to stab him again.

As the grabber misses a swing Y/n winds up his own arm before giving him a quick hook to the cheek.

The grabber reacts fast using the closeness to his advantage giving Y/n a quick slice to the arm.

As the two fought the ghost watch in different parts of the room. Watching intensely.

Soon enough The grabber begins to play dirty by tackling Y/n onto the hard cold dirty floor. Raising the knife above his head The grabber swings his arm down directly at Y/n’s face.

With luck Y/n swiftly moves his head out of the way making the knife dig into the floor. As the Grabber tries to pull it back Y/n punches the man straight in the stomach causing the Grabber to hunch over and gasp.

Y/n pushes the grabber off of him before quickly climbing on top.

Similar to how Vance got arrested Y/n started to punch the living shit out of the grabber. The grabbers face quickly became bloody.

Once the man under the teen became weak Y/n stood up walking to the knife that was stabbed into the floor he pulled it out before walking back to him.

“You killed those innocent boys… More importantly you killed my boyfriend.” Y/n says as he crawled onto him.

Sitting in his stomach Y/n wrapped both hands around the knife handle bringing the knife above his head he angled the knife above his heart.

Without any more words Y/n plunged the knife deep inside the man’s chest. Y/n drive the knife deep before pulling it out and back inside stabbing him repeatedly.

“You killed my boyfriend you fucking asshole!” Y/n shouted as he stabbed him again and again.

Finally calming down Y/n dropped the knife before getting up and looked around.

With all the ghost staring at him Y/n knew what they wanted to do. Y/n ran up the stares leaving the basement before running to the front door that was surprisingly unlocked.

The only thing Y/n could do now was shut and find someone.

Sprinting out of the yard Y/n ran with all his might. What Y/n didn’t notice that his boyfriend was in the middle of the street watching him run away watching Y/n with a proud expression.

“Good job babe…”

THE END

[ghost-wysteria]

The Grabber: im going to make this. Really. Hurt.

Y/N: *blankly staring at him*

The Grabber: why arent you scared?! Im about to murder you!

Y/N: I've seen scarier.

The Grabber: whats scarier then being tortured!

Y/N: have you seen a blonde man with anger issues play pinball before? Shits scary bro

[ivanzplaid]

Hello I was wondering if you can do a possessive vance x male reader. if you want to and if you accept this type of stuff

adorable adorable adorable!! i believe he would be decently protective, he wants people to know youre his, and not to try anything :)

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Vance Hopper x Male Reader!

Warnings: Uncomfortable Reader, Possessive/Protective Vance, Fluff, Happy Boyfriends

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The scent of pizza filled your nose as you stepped through the door, a little bell ringing above you. Your thumb rubbed against Vance's hand as he let you pick out a table, and following behind you once done. He, of course, sat across from you, he flaunted a casual demeanor while doing so, but you knew his heart was beating quickly just from seeing your eyes, his flushed cheeks gave it away.

Vance had planned this date the day before, toying at the idea & confirming it with you. He'd been pocketing change from the fights he won, and was putting it towards a date with you, wanting to take you out for lunch, something to calm your nerves he'd taken notice to. His mind knew you were stressed about school, you were overwhelmed with the work you were receiving. The stress leaked into your personal life, and he wanted to make your day a little better, and this is where it took you. Seated in your local pizza parlor, Vance rambling about what he might get, as you happily listened, hands perched under your chin to get the best view.

"Maybe we should get a large pizza, your pick, along with a soda we could split? You like coke, right?"

His voice came out quickly, but to you it was the perfect pace.

"Sure babe, that sounds great. I'm gonna head to the guys room quickly, but I'll be back in time soon,"

You leaned in forward, and pecked his forehead, the golden hair laid on it was soft on your skin. You saw his radiant smile as he nodded enthusiastically, leaning back in his seat, spreading out to relax. The last time you two had been on a date was weeks ago, you took him out to the arcade, a treat for defending you in an argument with the teachers. There, he admired you as you watched him play, concentrating on his pinball, monitoring so somebody wouldn't fuck it up for him, and he couldn't love you anymore than he did in that moment. Spending time with his boyfriend was something he couldn't get enough, he cherished it, you were all his, and you endorsed it.

Walking from the main area to the mens room was a short walk, but took a sharp right, a narrow hallway that included the mens & womens room. Infront of the womens room was a girl your age, leaning against the wall with a pocket game in hand. Hearing your heavy footsteps, she diverted her gaze from the game to you, and her body immediately perked up, heading towards you.

"Hey cutie! Over here!"

Her voice was high pitched, irritating your ears, and squinting your eyes. You knew Vance had been planning this, so you didn't want some idiot to ruin this for you, just trying to have a nice time with him. Pushing through her, you went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, the lock gliding into place. You could hear her footsteps catch up, waiting outside the door for you, stalking outside the door, waiting.

Hastily washing your hands, you prepared yourself, putting your stress towards something useful. The metal handle was cold under your fingers as you tugged open, and who else but her meet you as soon as it opened.

"Hey, just the person I wanted to see!"

Her fingers trailed their way to your chest, but you pushed her away, breathing out a heavy sigh while you made your way back, however, she was persistent. Even as you walked, heading around the corner, and Vance now in sight, she tried to pick up your hand, or walk infront of your steps.

"Listen babe, I'm trying to give you a compliment, I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind."

Eyeing Vance, you raised your eyebrows, rolling your eyes before you made it to his side. What you expected was a glare sent her way, but Vance's hands snaked their way around your waist, pulling you side ways onto his lap, your legs dangling off the edge as you instinctually put your hands around his neck. One of his hands stayed loyal at your waist, supporting your weight, while the other lay on the back of the booth, showing confidence all around.

"The fuck do you want, huh?"

Your boyfriends voice was sharp, and came out almost like a bark back, showing the girl what the situation was.

"I just wanted to say hi to your little friend here bud, we were just having fun!"

You could feel his hands tighten around you, growing angrier the more she pushed. His chest began to move up and down with more force, and his face hardened. Vance wasn't fond of sharing much in his life, and you were no exception.

"If you don't fucking leave with your weird stalker shit, I'm going to make it so that the hospital can't identify who you even are, Bitch."

While spoken in a hushed tone, careful of making a scene, that didn't make his point any less clear, eyes stabbing into her like knives. The girl stayed standing, a look of shock overcame her, but eventually, after a fake step towards her, she left, exiting the parlor.

Vance watched her like a guard-dog as she left, leaving the taint of shame in the building, but it never affected him, the pride of being your saving grace was sweeter than anything, and as Vance's eyes met yours, the sweet, caring boy came back. He put his unoccupied hand to your cheek, grazing it softly, then raised his eyes at you.

"Ready to order, handsome?"

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trying to filter out most, if not all vance requests im getting!! my writing for this felt awkward so im sorry if it is💔💔

requests r open! masterlist is up :)

[blindedveil]

Crawling in the trenches here looking for Vance x male reader. I'm not really sure what to ask for and I'm not sure if I'm able to just be like " oh write what you want" so if you need like an actual request idk tell me pls. Long story short I'm asking for anything Vance Hopper Related please and thank you

lmao story ideas are preferred but its fine lol

Vance Hopper with a boyfriend

race neutral, male reader

fem aligned DNI i will literally block u for ignoring my boundries

vance quite literally does not know how to handle it

he starts picking fights more often with everyone

has a lot of internalised homophobia because of how much he saw queer people being treated

hates it how sometimes you make his stomach flutter a little bit

you have to be the one to ask him out because he's too chicken to do so (valid tbh)

once you guys get together

he doesn't know how to act in a relationship so he'll treat you like his friend but may treat you with a bit more care

you need to communicate how you don't feel like he's putting enough into the relationship

he'll take it poorly like you're criticizing him, and might yell at you a bit

if you walk away or are silent he'll scoff and take it as him winning the argument but if you start crying he'll soften his expression a bit but won't say anything

once you guys fix that patch though, he'll be a little more touchy and less aggressive

only in private though, he is not a fan of pda (he thinks it makes him look weak smh)

in private he likes putting his face in the crook of your neck or just laying down on top if you

likes when you put your head on his shoulder

won't admit it but he lives your hair no matter the type because he likes the smell of the products

when you guys cuddle he prefers beubg the little spoon because he's ok with being a little vulnerable with you

he also likes it when you both hold each other facing each other, and he'll rest his chin on your head no matter your height

likea smoking something with you while you're with laying down on some rooftop looking at the stars

he'll hold your pinkie or hand because no one can see you guys

he thinks it's intimate

i literally love this man with my whole heart hes my new fixation but if i see one more person comparing him to eddie and billy i will combust (in a negative way)

[creepycassidy]

Vance x metal head reader where Vance survives the grabber and grows up to meet a beautiful/handsome metal head and the grab and go?

I don’t normally do Vance + most of my black phone requests are The Grabber/Alt Al only but I thought I’d give this a shot anyway. I hope you enjoy! 💙

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Adult Vance Hopper x Metalhead!Reader HCs

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Warnings: cigarette mentions

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Read below the cut!! ⬇️

After the grabber incident, Vance had plenty of opportunities to skip town, run away and couch surf until he was far from Colorado.

It’s not as though his dad would have cared to report his absence, he didn’t the first time. Why would he now?

But even as he grew up and 18 turned to 21, he stayed in the shitty town of Galesburg.

Why? He couldn’t tell you even if you held a gun to his head. Maybe it was the steadiness of his job at the auto parts shop, or maybe the fear of change in his steadily dull existence. When everyone else he knew had moved on, Vance’s life had stayed relatively the same.

That’s why when he saw you on that Saturday in 1984, standing in the Grab ‘N Go and planted at the pinball machine that had been dubbed ‘his’ for the last eight years…it knocked him for a loop.

There you stood, absolutely obliterating his high score with ease. A cigarette hung from your lips as Judas Priest blasted from the headphones that rested around your neck and bunched up the long hair that lie down your back.

You were everything that everyone else in this town wasn’t and it sure as hell commanded respect. Surprisingly, even from the infamous ‘Pinball Vance’.

Though Vance was usually bold, it took him the rest of the week to confront you.

He did so as carefully as he could manage which was a sharp contrast to his usual loud mouthed approach to things.

“Anthrax, huh? Pretty sick.” He smirked, sliding up alongside you as your quick hands worked the buttons of the game.

The two of you got on quick with Vance lighting your cigarettes and buying you beers every weekend that you met up at the Grab N Go.

As you grew closer, the time you spent together grew as well.

You go to a lot of small, local shows together as well as a few larger ones in Boulder.

He can’t get enough of being around you. You just get each other.

So, you’re inseparable and soon enough, you’d moved in.

But ask him to be your boyfriend!! He can’t fuckin bring himself to ask you!!

Matching vests!! It’s cheesy, but adorning them with patches together is fun.

Late nights together consist of wrestling on the floor until the other taps out and loud music that always keeps the tenants of the neighboring apartments awake.

On a softer note, you’re the first person he’s ever felt the desire to snuggle up to.

You help fix each other’s hair in the morning, 110%

Though it would take a long time, with some luck you may even get Vance to open up to you about his life before you came around.

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[kei-luv]

Oh! I’m so glad I wasn’t bothering you and I wanted to leave a request if you don’t mind too much :)

Vance x male reader where Vance first interaction is when reader left a single blue bell flower when he had an argument with his parents and then it became a daily routine where a flower would be on his windowsill until he caught reader in the act which just was a thank you from Vance and then they became close. Reader takes care of a flower garden and invites Vance to hang out with him where they talk and Vance helps out watering and planting saplings, and when some boys tried to make a mess of the garden Vance immediately started to fight them as reader was trying to pry him off of them. I imagine them having green tea on a cold winter day while walking down the street in fluffy jackets

Thank you for doing my request and I hope you have a good day :)

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Note: And thank you so much for requesting! I'm really liking tbp requests, and I've just been waiting for someone to ask me to write smth abt it. I also really like the ideas you give me, so it's a lot easier for me to write about Vance.

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tw: Vance Hopper in general, family argument, cussing, Reader is very sweet to Vance, Vance beating the hell out of someone, and mentions of blood. genre: angst?/fluff reader: male characters: vance hopper

Word Count: 1,541 Masterlist

Everyone was aware of the notorious 'Pinball' Vance Hopper, who made his name by brutally beating a number of people just for being close to his pinball machine at the Grab N' Go, where he spent the majority of his time.

But nobody was aware of his family's circumstances, his relationship with his parents, or the extraordinary number of fights they had. Furthermore, Vance's parents got upset upon finding out their son had beaten up yet another person.

The constant arguments between him and his parents, which occurred almost every day, were just too much for the blonde. The teenage boy was thus startled when he entered his room one day to find a bouquet of bluebells and a note neatly arranged on top of his bed, with his windowsill wide open.

The boy slowly made his way to his bed and picked up the note, which read, "Something to make you feel a little bit better today :)" Uncertain of how he should feel, Vance reluctantly picked up the bouquet, sat down on his bed, and silently regarded the flowers.

The following few weeks continued in this pattern, with Vance arriving home later than usual, fighting with his parents once more, and then entering his room to find a fresh bouquet of bluebells and a note on his bed.

Vance soon developed a keen interest in the person who kept giving him bouquets of flowers, because whoever it was must’ve known about his reputation and the name he had given himself, and he had several questions about why they would do so.

How they even managed to open his window after he locked it, why they left a bouquet of bluebells on his bed, and why they wrote such kind notes to him.

Vance was looking for clarification, and he's going to make sure he gets them.

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The following morning, Vance made the decision to stay in, leaving his house to fool his parents into thinking he was going to school, only to return once he realized they had left.

In an effort to catch the person who had left him the flowers in the act, he made the decision to wait outside the door to his bedroom while listening for any noise that would indicate someone opening his window.

With no sign of anyone entering, the minutes quickly turned into hours. Standing from the floor and heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, Vance heaved a long sigh.

Vance was about to start drinking when he heard a loud thud coming from his room. Out of instinct, he dropped the glass on the kitchen island and ran to his room, where he opened the door to find someone he never would have suspected of being the flower culprit.

"[LastName]? So you were the one who kept leaving those damn flowers these past few weeks?"

Before clearing his throat, [Name] remained silent and appeared to still be in shock from being caught. He glanced away from the blonde in embarrassment.

"Uhm..I noticed you looked a lot more..grumpier than usual. So I just thought, well, y'know..I thought maybe if I left you these flowers, you'd feel a bit better.."

[Name] muttered softly under his breath, but Vance undoubtedly caught what he said, and he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as it always did when he was near the [h/c].

[Name] [LastName], the only person who has ever approached him normally, the only person who never appeared to be scared of him, and the only person that 'Pinball' Vance Hopper wanted to spend his time with.

So the realization that [Name] was the person who left those flowers on Vance's bed almost every day caused his heart to race, and for once, Vance found the sensation to be quite pleasant.

"Oh..well, you could’ve just given them to me in person, you didn't have to act so fucking anonymous. If it were someone else, I would’ve beaten the shit out of them y'know."

Vance spoke while rubbing his nape in an attempt to conceal his flushed face from [Name], who could only stifle a laugh.

"Well, I'm glad you wouldn’t actually beat me up. But uh..did they make you feel a little better..?"

[Name] inquired, hoping that perhaps a small part of Vance was pleased to have received the bluebell bouquet. Vance let out a soft whisper, and [Name] couldn't help but wonder what the blonde had said.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" [Name] asked, hoping that the blonde wouldn't just give him a grunt as always, but would actually repeat his response to him.

"Tch, I said fucking yeah..dumbass." Vance muttered in a stern tone while glaring at the [h/c], but [Name] was aware that it wasn't a bad thing. The [h/c] was delighted to learn that Vance had liked the flowers he had given him over the previous few weeks.

"Well..I'll see you around then? I've already finished what I needed to do, so I'll get going now."

[Name] said, approaching the window as he started to climb outside, waving goodbye to the blonde who was only observing as the boy left, heaving a deep sigh to quiet his racing heart, and then shutting his window.

"Fucking dumbass.." Vance muttered under his breath as he sat on his bed and looked down at the bouquet of bluebells next to him, wearing a small smile on his face.

---

The two started to hang out more frequently after that, and [Name] eventually invited Vance over to help him with the backyard garden.

[Name] spent time teaching Vance about various flower meanings, and Vance assisted in planting and caring for the flowers. The two enjoyed their time together very much.

Vance was on his way to [Name]'s house when he heard a loud cry and some boys laughing in the [LastName] family's backyard. He immediately ran to the source of the sound.

"Stop that! Get the hell off me!" The voice of [Name] screamed out as he struggled to free himself from one of the boys' grip on him and prevent the other two from destroying the garden.

The boy who was holding onto [Name] was quickly approached by Vance, who then punched him in the face while the other two boys were caught off guard and abruptly stopped what they were doing.

"Shit! It's Vance Hopper!" One of the two boys muttered as they witnessed Vance punch the boy repeatedly and without mercy even as blood spurted from his nose.

"Vance, stop! You'll get yourself into more trouble if you keep hurting him!"

[Name] shouted, attempting to free Vance from the boy he had just assaulted. With a scoff, Vance stopped and let the [h/c] pull him away from the now-unconscious teen, staring down at the two other boys who tensed at the harsh glare.

"If you even think of coming back here again, I'll beat your ass way fucking worse than what he got."

Both boys quickly nodded in response to Vance's warning, grabbed their friend, and ran out of the backyard. Vance and [Name] were left alone in the now-messy garden.

With a heavy sigh, [Name] grabbed Vance's wrist and dragged him inside his house so he could treat his bloody and bruised knuckles. "You go ahead and take a seat, I'll just go and get the aid kit."

Vance settled down on the couch without any complaints and patiently awaited [Name]'s return with the first aid kit.

"Hands out," Back in the living room, [Name] gave the command as he took a seat next to Vance, who immediately complied. [Name] had a wet cloth in his hand, and started wiping the blood off the blonde's knuckles. Vance hissed from the stinging sensation.

"You know you didn't have to do that, right?"

[Name] spoke, his eyes fixed on Vance's bloody knuckles as he took an antibiotic cream out of the first aid kit and started to apply it to the wound, Vance only stared at [Name].

"Did you really expect me to just stand there and watch as those fuckers ruin all of your hard work? Yeah, I don't fucking think so."

Vance responded, his eyes slowly lowering to [Name]'s hands as they started to delicately bandage his knuckles. [Name]'s lips started to flutter into a gentle smile.

"Well, that should do it." [Name] finished bandaging the wound, beaming up at his accomplishment as Vance smirked.

"Yeah, thanks." Vance murmured, lying back on the couch as he closed his eyes. He had not noticed [Name]'s longing gaze on him who decided to lay back next to him as well.

The two were practically glued to each other on the couch as [Name] linked his arm with Vance's, his hand holding his, and his head lying on Vance's shoulder.

Usually, after finishing the garden or after Vance had beaten someone and [Name] had to tend to his wounds, the two would perform these kinds of acts together.

The simple act of holding each other or even just being close to each other has always made them feel calm, at peace, and loved. They have always enjoyed these kinds of moments together as friends.

But who knows—possibly they'd become more than just friends in the future.

AN: I had no idea how to end this, a part of me was thinking of just making them confess to each other, but another part of me just felt like leaving that up to your imagination, or something like that. Also, send more tbp requests, I need them.

©KEI-LUV. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2023

[mrmaybank]

Masterlist

Request are open. I write for male and GN reader and for all the fandoms below more will be added!

OBX

JJ Maybanks

𝓞𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 (M!READER)

John B Routledge

Kiara Carrera

Rafe Cameron

𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓘𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓿𝓮 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 (M!READER)

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

Pope Heyward

Marauders Era

Regulus Black

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lilly Evans (Potter)

Peter Pettigrew

Barty Crouch Jr

Evan Roiser

Marlene Mckinnon

Dorcas Meadows

Pandora lovegood

PJO/HOO

Nico Di Angelo

Percy Jackson

𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓐𝓽 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮𝓼 (M!READER)

Annabeth Chase

Frank Zhang

Luke Castellan

Jason Grace

Piper Mclean

Will Solace

Connor Stoll

Travis Stoll

Platonic

TMR

Newt

Minho

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓮 (M!READER)

Gally

Thomas

Ben

Aris

platonic 

HP

Cedric Diggory

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver Wood

platonic

TBP

Finney Blake

Vance Hopper

𝓐 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 (GN!READER)

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓾𝓬𝓱? (M!READER)

Bruce Yamada

Robin Arellano

Griffin Stagg

Billy Showalter

Buzz

Matty

Matt

platonic

DC

Jason Todd

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓒𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓓𝓝𝓐 (M!READER)

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 (M!READER)

Harley Quinn

Dick Grayson

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Bruce Wayne

Duke Thomas

platonic

Marvel

Tony Stark

Thor

Loki

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bucky

Peter Parker

Platonic

IT

(i’ll do chap one and two)

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓢𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 (M!READER)

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Eddie Kaspbrak

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlon

Henry Bowers

𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓓𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 (M!READER)

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Belch Huggins

Platonic

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Dustin Henderson

Eleven “Jane” Hopper

Eden Bingham

Platonic

Scream

(I’ve only watched the first one i’m gonna try to watch the rest throughout the week)

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Dewey Riley

Platonic

[forgetmenots0250]

Hello! I was wondering if you woild do a Vance Hopper x male reader please. Something along the lines of fluff like hanging aroung the Grab n' Go/in school or hangin out together would be great. If not, totally understand. If u do do this request take your time and don't feel pressured to do it :) Thank you in advance if you decide to do this request

Male reader x Vance Hopper

Sorry for taking so long I got a bit distracted and now doing all of my requests :)

You met Vance at Grab n Go when you were playing the pinball machine and beat his high score 

He burned his eyes through your head before you offered him to play next 

He was honestly surprised to see your calm response and attempted to put a quarter in just to see you already pop one in

“On the house bud!” 

You gave a wink and a charming smile 

That was the first thing that made his heart skip a beat, he immediately turned his head to the game as he hyper-focused on winning just to not think about these feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with and refused to at this moment 

You were impressed by how good he was and even encouraged him

“Holy shit! You are so good!”

“You’re great Vance!”

Vance was not prepared to receive praise from anybody no less from the boy who just winked at him and treated him like a person 

So when you continued to praise him he gripped the machine 3 times stronger as he tried to focus on the game as he slightly felt your breath on his neck

Why did he have to have his hair up on today of all days? You couldn’t tell how his cheeks flushed slightly when you got a little closer to see the score once Vance lost he looked up at his score to see he beat your score 

“Hell Yeah”

Wow you beat me!”

You almost jumped in place as you smiled 

“Cool, it's my turn isn’t it?”

You stepped closer to the machine being closer than comfortable for Vance making him step away to let you play 

After switching back and forth with the machine you two became close friends

After a while you became more than friends and more than having a friend with quarters to spare (you were this man’s wallet for a while)

Before you two would hang out near the pinball machine not even playing it but sitting on it and just talking and enjoying each others company

Usually grabbing a drink and play with the machine or sit on it and talk

Maybe grabbing a snack too if you guys felt like it

Sometimes Vance would just play as you feed him some of your snacks

You guys were comfortable with each other even before becoming more

You both confused to each other at the same time and made you both laugh and giggle for a while

You both accepted each others confessions and you snuck a quick kiss before you ran off

Vance quickly ran after you

Once you two were boyfriends it didn’t really differ from before, the only difference was that you two became even more comfortable with each other

Sometimes you sat on Vance’s lap or Vance sat in yours just melting in each others touch

Having sleepovers was a common occurrence and hangouts

Sharing gossip at school  whispering and giggling to each other

You like braiding Vance’s hair once he’s done brushing his hair 

Vance does not let anyone brush his hair, not even his mom

Vancve has one of those brushes with wooden bristles

Takes about 10ish minutes to brush it out

How Vance brushes his hair: Parts his hair in half them starts at the ends till he’s brushed it out a couple of times and adds conditioner 

You find it relaxing watching Vance brush his hair and you are absolutely bashful when Vance lets you even touch his hair for the first time

The first time you did Vance’s hair you put it in pigtails 

Vance then then threatened to never let you touch his hair till the day he dies if you do it again

Ÿou really hoped it was satire but you took it to heart 

You then braided his hair and he thanked you

You grew out your hair so Vance could braid your hair too

Vance likes running his fingers through your hair

You like to bake and Vance is on standby not really knowing what to do

He still tries to help (with your instructions)

Brownies and cookies are your go to when baking

Vance adores your browning but he really likes your freshly baked bread 

Vance has a sweet tooth but loves your fresh bread even if it doesn’t have sugar 

Some times you bake at 3 am and you’re just sitting near the oven staring into the oven window while crouching and Vance walks in and just stares at your shadow for at least 15 minutes before joining you on the floor not saying a fucking thing 

Even when you two were scarfing down the baked goods no words were spoken

Not even when returning to bed

Only after you two were settled in bed did Vance say something

“Why the fuck you up at 3:28 am making cookies?”

Vance said it so nonchalantly that you only responded when Vance nudged you 

“Couldn’t sleep, plus impulsiveness” 

Vance only thought for a moment before responding to you

“Reasonable”

That was his only answer as you both fell asleep in each others arms

At school you two almost always together talking and things of that nature

Vance even spends lunch with you since before he would always just leave school but he stays for you

There is a rumor that you two are dating but no one dares to confirm with THEE Pinball Vance Hopper 

You don’t really care for the rumors and besides you don’t get shit for it since you’re “friends” with Vance

Some people just approach you just to ask about Vance, mostly girls about wanting to date him and boys trying to get on his good side

You hate that you have to constantly test people then then you found your people

In the classes you have together you always sit next to each other

Always talking to each other

You two actually get in trouble for talking so much

Got detention together but it wasn’t too bad

Rainy season is your favorite but even so, inconvenient 

You always have an umbrella on you

You share your umbrella with Vance since he refuses to being one at all

Rainy walks with Vance always eases your mind 

You two don’t even need a specific destination you guys just walk around town 

[lunarfleur]

Can we get anything with Vance and a male reader 🙏🙏🙏

I Will Never Be Afraid Again ~ Vance Hopper

Warnings: homophobia, cursing

Tagging: @sophie-i-guess13 @collieflower215 @ilovejoekeeryy @juneberrie @sluggmuffin

This is x male reader!

“I don’t understand why you have to do this all the time,” [Name] muttered quietly, pressing the wet cloth to Vance’s face.

“Do what?” Vance huffed.

[Name] sighed quietly to themselves. He had heard the names they call him plenty of times, but now Vance was getting involved.

“Why can’t you just leave it alone?” He asked, eyebrows pinching together tightly. “They’re going to stop, Vance. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

This was the first time [Name] had ever heard Vance respond so passionately. He stared at him, black eye and bloody nose failing to cover up the emotion on his face.

“Vance,” he sighed, but Vance gave him no time to continue.

“I don’t fucking care what those fuckers think of us anymore!” He shouted, feet landing on the bathroom floor loudly. “They think they can say whatever they fucking want to us and I’m done!”

Vance looked in the mirror, hands gripping the edge of the sink harshly.

“It’s not fair,” he scoffed, “that I had no choice but to be scared of what they’d say. I will never, never, be afraid again.”

Vance pulled him into his chest, pressing his forehead against [Name’s]. [Name]. His boyfriend.

“I will love you no matter what those assholes have to say about it.”

[icarus-has-falllen]

vance hopper x male reader pls 🙏

Trigger warnings: cussing and internalized homophobia

vance hopper wasn't gay he couldn't be gay he couldn't like guys why the fuck was he thinking about kissing his lab partner "he's so pretty he could kiss him no fuck why am i think about him like that" but still he thought you were so handsome."hello vance hello" he snapped out of it."what" he said snapping at you."were you even paying attention" vance rolled his eyes at you and ignored you for the rest of class. The next time you saw him was at the grab n go trying to beat his highscore you grabbed a drink ignoring him. He looked up and someone bumped into his game and he lost it and beat the shit out of the two kids. After that you saw him in your neighborhood with dried blood on his knuckles you offered to clean him up and wanted to know if he wanted to watch a movie with you he of course, said yes. You two had fun he kissed your cheek and panicked but before the two fo you knew it you we're dating.

[thatboymikey]

Vance hopper x male reader

1,257- word count

tw: swearing, use of homophobic slur/insult

rating: teen

Vance hopper the scariest sophomore in town. He walked around acting as though he was tough shit with his clique of weirdo friends who basically worshiped the ground, he walked in. No one was safe from Vance especially y/n the town ‘freak’. The rumor had been spread that he was a raging homo after people had seen him innocently holding his guy friend's hand not in a romantic way just a friend way but obviously no one would understand that so lucky y/n had become an even bigger target for bullies mainly Vance. The thing that made everything worse was the huge crush y/n had developed on the blonde boy. “Hey guys watch this” Vance remarked as he shoved y/n into one of the lockers beside him causing him to drop all his belongings in the process. “Shit” y/n whispered under his breath as he became face to face with Vance. His face becoming a bright red shade as he stared into his blue eyes “hey flamer y/n” Vance remarked with a smile “hey Vance” y/n replied as to not show fear or weakness in front of Vance “don’t get an attitude with me” Vance said as he put his arm across y/n’s neck “sorry Vance just let me go to class” he said in a hoarse voice as Vance only pushed his arm into his neck harder “fine but this isn’t over'' he remarked before sending a punch into y/ns middle sending him to the ground in a coughing fit. Everyone around him was laughing or silently talking with their peers “let’s go boys” Vance remarked as he walked away from y/n *time skip* y/n walked out of school lucky enough to avoid Vance in the process his luck would only prove to run out as he saw Vance alone walking out of the convenience store picking up his pace, he walked faster to avoid him praying that Vance didn’t see him. He was only proved to be wrong when he saw Vance turning the corner where he was “fuck me” y/n said under his breath as Vance grabbed him one again bringing him to a more private area the creek just underneath the bridge leading to y/n’s house “Vance what do you want?” y/n said as Vance continued pulling him along before pushing him to the ground and pushing his knee on his stomach to keep him down “look I don’t know what’s going on with you but I know a queer like you obviously likes me” he said with a snarl “Look that’s not the case can you just let me go I don’t want to fight you” y/n said calmly as he looked into Vance’s eyes attempting to not blush but failing in the process “that whenever I look directly at you you’re face becomes a shade redder I know you like me but you should know I’m not a fag so you should get over this little thing before I give you what you deserve.'' y/n's heart sank. He knew he had no chance with Vance but it didn’t mean this stung any less “ok Vance I’m sorry” y/n replied trying not to cry “that’s another thing I don’t understand you’re always nice to me I know you can easily beat the shit out of me but you don’t” Vance said as he lifted himself off of him “because you don’t scare me Vance you scare other people but not me” y/n said his voice sincere “Look I know everyone in this town hates me and you have every right to hate me too but I don’t think you’re a bad person Vance” he continued as he picked himself up brushing the leaves and dirt off himself “so if you don’t mind I’ll be going” y/n finished as he picked up all his stuff and walked away. Vance just stood there in shock not understanding what just happened. Everyone was scared of Vance but why not y/n was it that stupid crush or whatever he couldn’t put his finger on it so he followed him planning to sneak into his home at night to ask all the necessary questions. (11:30 pm) The sun had fully set. Y/n was sitting at his small desk completing English homework before he heard small taps on his window he got up to inspect the noise not expecting to see Vance standing below his window looking up at him “what the fuck Vance” y/n remarked as he opened the window “can I come in?” he asked “yeah sure “ y/n replied as Vance climbed through the window feet first attempting to be as quiet as possible “what do you want” y/m remarked as Vance was standing in his room. “I was thinking about what you said earlier. What do you mean I’m not a bad person?” Vance asked as he finally took a seat on his bed. “Well, I think that you’re mean to people because you want to act like you're a strong powerful person but behind that alter ego you’re just a regular 16 year old boy” y/n replied sitting next to Vance watching him fiddle his fingers. “I- fuck this is stupid why am I doing this” he remarked to himself before finally getting out what he wanted to “y/n I’m- I’m sorry for everything I guess you’re right I want to fit in and I want people to look up to me” he stated his head hanging low “hey it’s ok I understand it’s not fun to be picked on” he laughed “yeah a few years ago I was bullied so I vowed that I’d never let anyone else push me around anymore so I became cold and aggressive to hide the fact I was scared of being bullied for something I couldn’t control” he finished as he looked into y/n’s eyes once again never realizing he was kind of handsome “hey it’s ok” y/n replied as he grasped onto one of Vance’s hands squeezing it lightly with a smile for reassurance. Then everything happened so fast y/n felt Vance's soft lips upon his own. He lightly closed his eyes taking in the new sensation before they promptly pulled apart for air, their faces still incredibly close to each other. All he could do was smile. “Shit I’m sorry I should go” Vance remarked as he stood up from the bed “no no Vance it’s ok” y/n reassured as he got up along with Vance. “I know you like me but I just- I should’ve asked” Vance said tears brimming his eyes out of fear y/n would yell at him or force him out of his room “hey hey Vance it’s ok” y/n said as he grasped Vance’s face in his hands wiping away any tears that had spilled from his eyes as he leaned in again to press another soft kiss to his lips. Vance returned the kiss as he grasped y/n’s hips and pulled him closer. When they let go, they embraced each other in a hug y/n slowly running his fingers through Vance's hair “this is wrong isn’t it?” Vance questioned, slightly pulling out of the hug “that’s what other people might say but it isn’t Vance” he reassured as he pushed some of Vance's stray hairs away from his face. “So, are we boyfriends?” Vance questioned “if that’s what you want sure” y/n replied with a smile “yeah that is what I want” Vance replied kissing y/n once again to fully assure that they were together now. - the end

(hello everyone it’s been a while since i’ve posted any of my writing this wasn’t a request I just wrote it cause there’s a lack of Vance hopper x male reader stories out there so yeah I hope ya’ll enjoy :)

[tumbleweedbee]

Sorry this is pretty shit,but angsty Vance x male reader!

219 words

Vance x male reader sad

I’m laughing with my friends when suddenly I hear the pinging of a pinball machine and everyone is looking into the corner.

I storm across the room and push through the crowd,when I see a kid,about 12 or 13,playing MY VANCES PINBALL MACHINE.

“Dude,you should get off the pinball machine”a guy hisses to him,good idea.

“Why is everyone staring at me it’s just a stupid g-”

I grab the boys hair and yank him back,before punching him in the face.

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL??”he shouts,nose bloody.

“FIRST,YOU PLAY MY VANCE’S GAMES.THEN,YOU INSULT IT?!”I punch him again.

“W-WHOS VANCE??”he yells out,before being punched in the face again.

“VANCE IS THE LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE YOU DICKHEAD.”

For some reason the kid has a death wish and harshly spits out“WHERE IS HE THEN QUEER??I DON’T SEE HIM ANYWHERE??”

tears begin to form in my eyes as the crowd gasps loudly.

“Never.Ever.Say that again.”I growl,as I begin to punch him repeatedly until the police drag me away.

The next day

I see Vance and I waltz over to him,”Hey baby!I saw some dickhead on the paintball machine,but don’t worry I beat the shit outta him!Anyways-I got you some flowers!Pretty flowers for a pretty boy!”I sit down opposite him and leave the flowers on his grave..

……

[ghost-wysteria]

Vance and Hopper!Male!Reader can both run extremely fast, they've trained themselves unintentionally while running from the police, vance beats up some kid and y/n has to drag him along as they run as fast as fucking possible, the boys only find this out after seeing it happen for the first time.

Vance: *beating the crap out of some kid*

Y/N leaning against a wall watching: *hears police sirens* OH SH#T VANCE C'MON DUDE WE GOTTA GO.

The boys just watching them absolutely book it:

Bruce: WHAT THE FUCK?!?

Robin: HOW ARE THEY RUNNING THAT FUCKING FAST WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL-

[ivanzplaid]

hey! what do u think about writing a vance x m!reader (in a dynamic similar to ur last post) where they're like kissing in the bathroom secretly or smoking together just something romantic like that

oh my god adorable i love this, romantic fluff fics r great! i cannot stop smiling at this prompt smh

i have a ton of vance requests that im working on so be prepared 4 all of them🫡

requests r open!! masterlist is up :)

Vance Hopper x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smoking, Language, Literally the slightest tiniest bit mentioning homophobic enviorment but its tiny, Happy boyfriends

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Your head was angled down, eyes examining the tiles that sat idly below you. The bathroom you currently took place in was always empty, its location was next to the teachers lounge, and for that reason all the boys despised going in it, leaving it the perfect spot for Vance and you to have some alone time in.

As time passed slowly, you ended up with sore feet, and decided to sit on the sink counter as you continued to wait for your boyfriend to show. Checking your watch, it read 12:45,

he should be here any minute.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The door creaked open, and shut with a thud. You could hear the wooden doorstop being kicked under it to prevent anyone from getting in. Pulling your eyes up, you saw Vance heading towards you, a loving smile displayed just for you. The boy, whom stood before you, placed his hands under your knees and brought you to his waist, gazing up at you with adoration.

"Took you long enough, I was beginning to wonder if the last fight gave you dementia."

He scoffed with a sarcastic smile, sliding one hand up to the nape of your neck.

"Just shut up and kiss me man."

With that, he guided you gently to his lips, sharing the divine moments of privacy that he holds near and dear. Vance was always wary of public affection, afraid it would taint his image, but when it was just you & him, he felt better than any fight could make him feel, you were his refresher, his long-lasting hope in his drastic life. He admired your demeanor, as you two were very similar, it helped him feel less alone, less stranded in his delicate life. As the kiss swept on, you could feel the longing in it, the way he missed you, the way he savored your love and affection you graciously offered. Even after the kiss departed, he couldn't help but reminisce in the moment, taking in all your features that he couldn't live without. Your skin, your eyes, your hair, he wanted it all to himself, and he's happy it is all his. Vance caught himself quick enough, and chuckled to himself before rummaging through his pocket. Grabbing ahold of what he was looking for, he showed you the full pack of cigarettes in his pocket, fresh.

"I thought it would only be fair to start a pack with you, y'know, something sweet."

He kept his head down as he spoke, focusing on picking out the two sticks next to eachother. Once the perfect pair was plucked, he put on to your hand, and one to his. The carton was quickly stuffed back in his pocket, and now he looked at you, awaiting the lighter you'd retrieve from your jacket. He loved this moment, where you two fit right into place. He brought the cigarettes, and you brought the lighter, he would pull you into him, and you fit like a missing puzzle piece, truly making him feel whole.

When your hands pulled out the lighter, you moved to your boyfriends cigarette first, carefully lighting it, then handing the lighter to him. You popped yours into your mouth, and awaited for him to light yours. He brought the small lighter up to your face, and flashed the flame in your eyes, before bringing it down to your stick, lighting it lovingly.

You two had your eyes trained on eachother as you took a hit, quickly closing your mouth, and bringing it to Vance's. In a quick exchange, you kissed once more, letting the smoke ventilate through the openings in your kiss, not parting till you were losing your breath. The pair of laughter that accompanied the silence made your eyes crinkle in joy, you couldn't wait to just enjoy your future with him. He kept you grounded & in the moment, something you'd never known to love until he asked you out.

"God I knew you'd do that, I remember last time when you laughed before you kissed me, dumbass!"

His giggling broke up his sentence, but it was his way of loving you, and you soaked in it. His hands pulled you off the counter, and made you stand with him. Cigarette still lit, he was about to mess up your hair, but a banging on the metal door filled the room.

"Now who is in here! Open this door at once, I can smell the smoke!"

It was your homeroom teacher, his irritated voice muffled by the door. Vance quickly looked at the door, then at you, and smirked. He put his Cigarette out on your jacket before pocketing it, making sure you'd have memorabilia for this moment. His hands caged you, leaning into your figure.

"Good thing I put the doorstop there huh?"

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this was so cute to write im literally sobbing omg, tysm for the request!! i loved it🫶

requests are open! masterlist is up :)

[scentedpepper]

A Favor | Vance Hopper

Fandom: The Black Phone

Pairing: Vance Hopper x Alt!Male Reader

Summary: Vance and Reader have an interesting dynamic. One where the line between friendship and something more can quickly become blurred.

Content Warnings: Implied Child Abuse, Implied Drug/Alcohol Abuse, Homophobic Slurs

Author Note(s): No Grabber Au

The first thought that entered his mind when he opened his eyes to the pitch blackness of his living room was rather more a feeling. Cold. It was cold. Whatever he was laying on was cold. The floor. The tile. It was cold.

He could feel the sweet twinge of pain welcome him like a venus fly trap into the gape of its mouth as he lifted his head from the ground. The sudden shift in his position seemed to trigger an onset of throbs to the forefront and back of his skull. And as his brain kicked into a higher functioning state, he abruptly became aware of how he'd ended up here —and the rest of the pain in his body. His confusion ceased.

He sat amongst the dark for a moment. Trying to gather himself and the will to stand up because sitting had his arms shaking and his breath taken out of his body. He huffed a hot cloud as he settled one of his hands against the couch, mentally preparing himself for whatever ache, in whatever place of his body might come next. Then, when he got the willpower, he gripped the couch tighter and reeled himself off the ground.

He grinded his teeth together as he took on another wave of pain from his torso that he wasn't quite content with placing it at his ribs in fear of them being broken. But he saved the locating of his wounds for later. It wasn't like he could see in the first place. The living room was pitch black, the entire house was.

Well, that was until the door farthest down the hallway squeaked open, leaking light into the air and making him freeze on the spot. He stayed silent as footsteps promptly followed the invasion of light, holding his breath, his body ridgid and glued to one spot against the wall. He didn't know what time it was. How long the moon had replaced the sun in the sky. But he did know that there was only ever one other person in this forlorn home.

Beside the occasional too loud, too long hookup, house party, or drug sesh the house was always empty.

Just him and his father.

And that's whose heavy footsteps were coming down the hall right now. That's who scratched his belly as he walked by. That's whose fist still had blood on it. That's who was headed for the kitchen. That's who walked by without a glance in his direction. Thankfully.

He exhaled.

He removed his weight from the wall beside the couch and ventured- limped towards the front door. He grasped the cold knob as glasses shook and clanked together in the fridge. He closed the door quietly behind him, drowning out the sound of his overly loud father, and he slugged his way down the stairs of the porch before a more welcoming, flat surface grasped his feet.

The night air was warm. Too warm for his liking. And without a breeze, by the time he ended up at that house, the pits of his shirt were stained and there was sweat wetting the neck of his hair.

He was out of breath as he rounded the house that he found himself more familiar with than he wanted to be. He made a mess out of the flower pot on the left, dirt scattered, collecting in his wounded knuckles. He dug around until the ends of his dried fingers made contact with the cool metal of a key. And then he promptly stuck it into the door, twisting and turning then pulling, tracking in dust he knew the unruly boy inside would complain about later.

He tried to quiet the heaviness of his boots as he made his way through the layout of the house by memory. He couldn't be sure who was home right now. But he knew someone would have to suffer the consequences. So he went slowly. Bit by bit. Using the wall as a crutch.

His hand seemed to grab the handle of the door- his door almost eagerly yet, with hesitancy. Somewhere inside of him, he felt the boundaries of their dynamic being pushed. The rules to their back and forth being tested. And he would've followed the advise of the big and bold "FUCK OFF" scribbled onto the door with black sharpie if it wasn't for the way the curly headed boy jumped out of bed the moment he heard the god awful squeak of it's hinges.

He knew Vance was paranoid —but jesus christ.

"I've never seen anybody grab a knife so fast. "

He looked like a deranged animal with his blonde hair all fuzzy and hanging in his face. His blue eyes in a craze, any sense of weary from his previous state of sleep diminished.

His voice came out more strained than he expected and beyond the dark there was a slight change in Vances face. The shadow of his body shifted and he slid the door of his closet all the way open, letting the light in fully. It created a warm glow around Vances figure, some of which leaked onto the others face. The contrast of their eyes met.

"Y/N?"

He watched as Vance's body lessened in tension, shoulders dropping and the grasp around his switch blade subsided.

"You owe me, right?"

"Yeah but what the fuck? It's fucking two in the morning. " The irritableness that everyone was all too familiar with seeped back into his voice. Any sound of confusion or alarm nonexistent now. "Are you stupid or-" But his quick mouth cut off when the bedroom light flicked on suddenly, revealing the state of his acquaintance.

"Holy fuck. " His eyes scanned over the tallers body. "Who fucked you up?" There was a slight amusement to his tone. But he couldn't grasp the flatline of his face. Or why there wasn't an immediate hateful retort to his comment.

He took the silence he received as a beckon to head for the bathroom.

"No one's home. " His voice called back from across the hall. "Don't worry about the noise. "

There was relief to be felt in that sentence and he trudged into the bathroom much louder than before.

"You're limping too?" Vance took notice when he caught sight of him in the mirror.

"Isn't that clear?"

There it was. That sarcasm. That hostility.

Most people generally avoided pissing off or testing Vance Hopper. –But he was a different story. People often deemed him an outcast. A good for no one, loser who was only valued for the drugs he supplied. Even after being in the same highschool for three years, he still caught strange looks from people, and if they were brave enough, they'd insult him. All because he had metal in his face and his wardrobe mostly consisted of dark clothing and because he kept his hair dyed a striking red.

He got mixed reactions from people. Not that any of them were ever any good. No. Just that some were simply too intimated to be caught dead looking in his general direction and others would spit out the classic 'Faggot!' if they thought it fit. –But that only happened when he wore eyeliner. He got used to not caring about it. It was a lame insult. He wasn't gay and he never would be. He knew that.

He also knew so long as he wore it, he'd face the consequences. The same way his usual appearance faced the consequences. Yet, he struggled to anticipate being stuck in a bathroom with Vance Hopper all over a smudge of black on his waterline.

"Stop moving. " Vance hissed. Impatient with the scrunch of his face as he wiped away blood.

"Well maybe if you would stop being so damn aggressive for two sec- Ow! You son of a bitch!"

The abrupt increase of pressure on his cheek wound made the boy situated on top of the counter shout on in pain.

"See. That's what your dumbass gets for moving around so much. " Vance shot back immediately, the amusement in his voice from before returning.

"Fuckin' hell. " He muttered, planting his hand against Vance's chest and pushing the boy backwards. "I need a dri-" But as soon as he jumped off the counter he felt his words choke him in the back of his throat and his teeth ground against each other so hard it was enough to cause an ache in his jaw.

He'd seemingly forgotten of the injured state of his ankle until he slammed against it full force. The pressure sent an abrupt strain of agony on his face and he felt his leg giving out beneath. The heel of his foot felt as if it was going to burst and he needed to support himself. His immediate instinct was to rapidly reach out for whatever was in front of him and that 'whatever' happened to be Vance.

His face was pressed against his chest before he even knew what was going on. He could feel Vance's arm wrap around his back, hand squeezing into his shoulder as he pulled the boy upright and held him close.

The weight of his body on his ankle made him gasp out in pain. His mouth was open and the noises that were meant to be words never really formed into anything intelligible. His vision blurred and he felt himself lose focus for a second. His arms gripped the material of the others shirt tightly as he steadied himself. The action also served to help stabilize him as Vance lowered him onto the edge of the counter. He grabbed at the side of the sink for purchase and when he looked up he realized Vance was still right in front of him.

There was no immediate look of concern, but he saw it. It was written on his face, like it was being teleported from a text book and onto the others features. But what came out of his mouth instead was something you'd exactly expect. "You're a fucking moron, you know that?"

It was his usual condescending tone. The one that got under his skin and made him want to punch the smirk right off of his face. And the way it seemed to raise an eyebrow was enough to send the anger surging through his body.

"Go to hell. " Was all he managed in his disheveled state. His hands still gripping the countertop as he leaned all his weight against his right foot.

Vance huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, he was trying so hard to keep the distance between them that his legs were uncomfortably pressed up against the toilet behind him. "You think I want to be in here cleaning up your shit when I could be sleeping?"

He looked at him and for a second, eyes trailing over every detail on the others face.

His eyelids were heavy with sleep and the bags under them seemed to make his blue eyes pop more than usual. The strands of hair that framed his face weren't quite as greasy as they usually were and they seemed softer somehow. His brows were relaxed as if he wasn't fazed by anything right now despite how aggressive sounding he was. The shirt he was wearing was a simple, black V-neck and Vace thought he was probably going to make fun of it for looking old until he realized his own shirt was practically hanging off of him and the sleeve of his jeans were frayed at the ends.

He looked back up at his eyes. His voice low as he spoke up. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

He didn't know how else to respond, so he just stared. It was the last thing he was expecting from the redhead and he certainly couldn't explain to you why his heart seemed to pound at the sound of his helpless voice.

He didn't have any intentions of coming over here. But once he realized he couldn't sleep with the throb of his ribs and the ache of his ankle, he knew there was no point in trying to doze off in the comfort of his bedroom. He didn't want to walk the way across town to find somewhere to crash. So when he realized that the house would be empty and Vance probably wouldn't be able to sleep, he knew there was no better option.

He watched him scratch the back of his neck and let out a sigh. "So why were you bleeding all over my back porch anyways? " Vance spoke up, the tension of his body returning as he waited for an explanation.

He wasn't exactly in the mood to talk about what happened tonight. Especially with this kid. The thought of telling him about how he was just on the floor in his living room made him want to run away. So he gave him the easiest answer he could think of. "Got in a fight."

His gaze followed him as he reached into the medicine cabinet. He could hear him shuffle through the contents, closing the door, and then opening the cabinet right next to it.

"At 2:00 in the morning?" Vance questioned. He wasn't the brightest but he sure as hell wasn't stupid.

"Why do you care?" His fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter tighter this time and lifted himself back onto it, losing the thought of a beer from the fridge all together at Vance's sudden inquiry.

"I don't. " Vance snapped back immediately, letting the cap of the ointment fall from his hand. He turned around to face him, meeting his gaze. "I just don't wanna deal with your bullshit right now."

His jaw tightened and he leaned towards him, bringing his face close to Vance's and spitting out his retort with enough ferocity to make him falter. "Fuck you."

Vance's brows twitched and the momentary flinch in his eye was all he needed to keep up the momentum.

"Don't talk to me like you're some fucking hero. Don't act like you've got any kind of empathy or sympathy. You don't know shit about me. " He paused, digging his nails into his palm as he spoke, keeping his voice low so as to not give away the rage that was surging in his veins.

"I've seen the way you look at me. It's a good fucking joke, Vance. How you try to act like you don't give a shit but I know you do. " His fingers started to twitch at his sides and he let them run over the lose skin of his nails, picking and pulling. He didn't know if it was factual or more of a sorry attempt to convince himself someone might care. "You're just like everyone else. " The last part came out quieter than the rest, like it was more so meant to be a mutter that his helper didn't acknowledge.

Vance simply couldn't understand where all this was coming from. Sure. They got into it. But it was never anything like this. He felt the tension in the air shift –to something heavier. Something undisclosed to the both of them. And for once in his life, Vance Hopper was rendered speechless. His arms crossed against his chest, eyes locked on to Y/N's.

"What do you mean?" He finally found his voice, letting the anger rise in his throat, almost latching onto the last thing Y/N said. But he didn't.

He could feel his heart quicken, and his next action was all he could do to avoid any further confrontation. He turned around to grab the kit he was searching in before, stilling himself by taking a deep breath before responding.

His fingers were almost white as he gripped the box in his hand, turning back around slowly. The boy on the counter was still looking right at him, unwavering, and he had no idea why he suddenly felt so exposed under his gaze. He could feel his breath get caught in his throat, and he had to turn his head to the side to try and hide the way he seemed to be acting so oddly. He couldn't make any eye contact with him for some reason.

"Forget it. " Was all he got from Y/N before he turned away but there was so much more in his eyes to be told. So much more that he could see and he wanted to know.

He took another deep breath and kept his head down as he looked over Y/N's body. His clothes were in disarray, torn in places and stained with blood and dirt. His face was covered in scratches and a particularly nasty gash on his cheek and his knuckles were bleeding through the bandages he wrapped around them. His ankle was a different story. He hadn't gotten around to peaking under his shirt at the boys ribs but he was dreading what he might see beneath his clothing.

"What happened?" He asked again.

Y/N didn't answer at first and when he finally lifted his head, the only thing he saw anymore was his tired eyes.

"Nothing. "

He didn't believe him for a second. He wanted to say so many things right now. Like how he could see the pain written in his face. How he was just sitting here, bloodied and beaten up on his bathroom counter. He wanted to say something. But all that came out was, "Don't be an idiot."

And then there was silence.

Y/N shifted on the counter and Vance's hands fell to his sides before gripping the end of his shirt. "Let me see your ribs. "

His fingers pulled the fabric over his body, letting it rest around his shoulders, revealing the bruises underneath. The bruises that were wrapped around his torso and were forming into a dark, painful color. He looked up at the boy on the counter, meeting his gaze for a second. He couldn't hide his concern this time. The state of his body was far too intense to.

The sight made his heart sink and he felt like he should say something. But his voice caught in the back of his throat and all he managed to let out was a quiet, "What happened?" Once again. The same question as before.

"Nothing. " He repeated. This time, there was a more aggressive tone behind his words. It was like he was trying to make sure that Vance didn't bother attempting to get an explanation from him.

"Why're you being so difficult? Just tell me. You have no problem running your mouth any other time you come in here after getting fucked up by some loud mouth jock and his friends. So tell me. What happened? "

The insistentence seemed to rile Y/N up more than anything and he found himself getting angrier than he was at the beginning of this whole conversation.

"Because it's none of your business. "

"You're bleeding all over my fucking bathroom floor, it is clearly my business. " He could feel his voice raise a pitch and the two of them were now staring each other down again.

Vance's eyes had widened, not really expecting the blunt response he had received just seconds ago. His own anger boiling over at the moment. He was so tired. "Why don't you just leave then?"

There was a pause and Vance felt his eyes fall to the ground as Y/N's body shifted. The anger in his words fading as he responded.

"I can't. "

He was quiet and he saw Y/N's eyes move up and down his body. He swallowed down the feeling of discomfort.

"Are you going to help me or not?"

His gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to move it. "I didn't think I had a choice in the matter. "

He heard him scoff from above him. "You're being a dick. "

He was looking back at him, his mouth falling into a thin line as he tried to muster up the right words.

"Look, " He started again, his hands balling into fists. "I don't know what the fuck is going on with you right now. But you're obviously hurt, not just physically and it's late as fuck so just let me help you. "

"Why do you care?"

"Why does it matter?"

Y/N was quiet and Vance waited for another defensive retort, but all he got in response was silence.

He wasn't sure how much longer he wanted to keep talking to him. But his eyes found themselves trailing over his body again, settling on his ribs. A sigh left Vance's lips as he lowered himself to the drawers beneath and took out more bandages. "Even if your ribs are broken, wrapping you is the only thing those bastards at the hospital will do anyway. Saving you a hell of bill. " He shrugged, ripping open the package before moving to sit on the edge of the tub. "Get on the floor. "

Y/N was still silent as he took his weight off the counter, gingerly lowering himself down onto the tile, watching as Vance's hand went for the roll of bandages before he joined him on the floor. "Put your arms around my neck and don't move. "

The moment Y/N's fingers wrapped around Vance's neck and he leaned forward, he could feel his entire body heat up, like it was set on fire.

The two of them were close. Physically at least. The first time he laid eyes on Vance, he had been hanging from his friends car window, perched on top of it, talking shit. Y/N was leaving the convenience store, some girl chirping at his side and Vance was instantly enamored by his wild look.

The spikes in his hair and his sharp jaw. The red dye interwtined in his strands that he liked to flaunt, even though he wore a beanie almost everyday of the week. The piercings in his ears and the way he didn't really have a sense of fashion. The ripped jeans, the dark T-shirts, the black band shirts and the converse. The only thing that was relatively normal was the gray beanie he always seemed to have with him. And maybe that was why he liked him so much. That, and he wasn't a huge dick like everyone seemed to make him out to be the way they avoided him.

Vance shifted in his spot and Y/N let his arms drop away from his shoulders.

"Hey, put your hands back around my neck, dumbass. "

He couldn't help but feel his body grow hotter as he complied, wrapping his arms around Vance's shoulders again. His legs laid on the outside of his and he watched as he started to wrap the bandages around his torso. He winced slightly with every turn, the movement causing a dull pain to come from his ribs.

"Does it hurt?" Vance asked, his fingers resting against his chest for a moment.

He nodded his head but didn't say anything. He could feel Vance's hot breath against his neck and it made his chest tighten.

"What?" He felt the pressure on his chest lift up slightly and he looked down to see Vance staring at him.

"You've never actually been this close to me. " His eyes met Vance's and he felt his face burn up.

"Yeah and?"

"It's nothing, just saying. "

Vance had noticed it before too. How close they were standing to each other in the bathroom. How close they were now. And it made him wonder what the hell was wrong with Y/N. But he knew better than to ask. "You know, " He started again, the tension in his voice dying out a little as he spoke. "you've never really been this close to me before either. "

He could feel the arm he had around his neck tighten. "That's cause you're an asshole. "

"I mean I guess. " He could hear the hint of a smile in his voice and he sighed. "Your shirt is dirty. "

"What? What does that have to do with anything?"

He rolled his eyes and let go of the bandage he was wrapping. "It's in the way. "

He watched as Vance's hands slid over his own, gently lifting them off of his shoulders.

"You're making it weird. "

"Shut up. " He sighed, grabbing the bunch of his shirt around his neck and pulling it off. "There. "

Vance sighed, looking at him for a moment longer before leaning forward, starting to wrap the bandages around him again.

The proximity made his skin feel like it was sizzling and he struggled to maintain eye contact.

"Your hands are fucking freezing. " Y/N winced, the bandage he was wrapping moving against his skin.

"My hands are always fucking freezing. "

He could feel Vance's hand brush against the small of his back, causing a shudder to run down his spine. He bit his cheek and tried to keep his thoughts at bay.

"Does it hurt?" Vance questioned, his voice low.

He nodded his head, trying to steady himself. "A little. "

He let out a hum in response and Y/N found himself thinking about the closeness again. He tried to keep his head up but his eyes kept wanting to wander down to Vance's lips. He knew they were pretty but it was so weird to actually see them like this. To think of the way they'd feel against his own.

He shook his head, trying to push away the intrusive thought. He felt his stomach flutter when he realized that he was staring.

"What?" Vance spoke up, the softness in his voice suddenly gone. He looked up at him, meeting his gaze and he watched as Vance's face turned a little red.

"What? Nothing. " He felt his heart quicken as he stared into his eyes, he watched as Vance's eyes shifted down to his lips and he couldn't help but subconsciously lick them.

"Your eyes are fucking weird. " Vance responded, breaking the eye contact between them.

Y/N's hands stilled and he let out a shaky breath. "What?"

"You have weird colored eyes. Like. They're a weird fucking color. "

The moment the words left his mouth, Y/N could feel the anger rise in his chest. "What the fuck are you going on about?" He began to snap back at him. But Vance didn't say anything, just stared at him with a slight look of panic in his eyes. And he couldn't help but think it was all just a joke. Just another way for Vance to make fun of him. But it wasn't a joke. It couldn't be. Not with how red in the face the boy was.

"You're such an asshole. " He huffed, his fingers gripping at his side.

Vance looked away from him, wrapping the bandage around him one last time before he let out a sigh. "There. "

His hand rested against his chest, gently patting it twice before moving away. He could feel the tension leave his body and his stomach falter when the warmth of Vance's body disappeared.

The blonde sat back down on the edge of the tub and let out a sigh. He couldn't help but notice how quiet Y/N had gotten. It was so different than the way he normally spoke to him.

Vance glanced down at his feet and when he finally met Y/N's gaze again, he saw something in his face that he wasn't expecting. Something vulnerable.

He suddenly felt bad. "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to keep the nervousness in his voice muffled. He watched as Y/N's eyes shifted away from his and down to the tile floor.

"Are you going to kick me out now?" He spoke, his voice low.

His chest tightened at the question and he let out a shaky breath. "What? I mean. No. " He couldn't stop his mind from conjuring up ideas of what could have possibly happened tonight. He couldn't imagine what such a beating must have felt like.

His voice broke through his thoughts again. "Are you sure? I just. " He paused, his voice shaking. "I just want to sleep. "

Vance nodded his head, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Then you can sleep here. " He watched as Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I don't want you going back home. Your dad could be there for all I know. "

"I never said anything about my dad-"

"You didn't need to. " He snapped back. "It was pretty fucking obvious from the way you've talked about him. "

"It's not like he's beating the shit out of me or anything. " He huffed, looking down at the floor again.

"Yeah? Don't worry. I was in denial once too. " He sighed. "Look, I'm not trying to force you to say shit but whatever the fuck is going on with him, it's not good. And if you think it is then you're fucking stupid. "

He saw the look of defiance flash in Y/N's eyes and he let out another sigh.

"I'm not trying to make you talk about shit you don't want to talk about. I just. " He paused, letting his head fall back against his shoulders. "I don't want you to get hurt. "

He looked up at the ceiling, letting the words he spoke sink in. He wasn't sure if he was making the right decision. It's not like he could be sure of anything he did. But it was late and he was tired. He was tired of thinking about it all. Of watching as he slowly became more and more withdrawn from everyone. Of seeing how angry he got when he got an answer wrong or how sad he was when he was in a fight. Of how he tried to play it off like it was nothing when it was so obvious. He was tired of seeing him struggle and he was tired of being the only person he would open up to. So he let the words just spill out of his mouth, not caring for a second if Y/N took it seriously or not.

He looked back down at him, meeting his eyes and he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Do you want to sleep here or not? In my bed. "

There was no response. And Vance was afraid to speak again for a moment. His heart was beating so loud and his skin was so hot and he wasn't sure why he was so nervous.

He saw the hesitation in his eyes and he swallowed down the lump in his throat.

"Or you can sleep on the floor. " He felt his face turn red as he spoke.

The tension between them was undeniable. He felt his body shake with the heavy weight of his anxiety and it felt like he was trying to stay afloat in a sea of emotions that he couldn't keep up with.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and he nodded his head. "Okay. "

Vance let out a breath of his own, one he didn't know he was holding.

"Okay. "

He watched as Y/N made his way off the floor, taking a little more care than usual with his injured leg. Vance cleared his throat and stood from the tub as well, the two of them now standing face to face in the bathroom.

The air felt like it was too thick. The space between them felt too small.

"So, um, " Vance started, trying to shake away the thoughts that were running through his head. "Do you want a change of clothes? You can take one of my shirts if you want. I have some shorts somewhere too if you want to borrow them. "

The thought of seeing Y/N wearing one of his shirts made his heart tighten yet, he still couldn't seem to grasp what it is he was feeling.

"That'd be cool. "

He nodded his head, walking past him, across the hall and towards his dresser. He was pulling out a pair of boxers and an old shirt, handing them over to him. He saw Y/N glance down at his pants and then up at his face.

"You don't mind, right?"

He could feel the tension rising in his throat and he shook his head, taking a step forward. "Nope. "

The closeness between them made his breath catch in his throat and he watched as Y/N bit his cheek again. His eyes falling to the floor and Vance could see that his hands were trembling. His arms moved slowly and carefully, trying not to make any harsh movements that would send another flash of ache throughout his entire ribcage.

"Do you need help?" Vance asked, reaching out and placing his hand on his shoulder. He saw the hesitation in his eyes before he nodded his head. His fingers moved to rest at the waistline of his jeans and he pushed his thumbs up and underneath the fabric. He felt Y/N's skin against his own and it was enough to make him break out in goosebumps.

He pulled away as quickly as he could, pulling off his pants and throwing them to the side. He felt his cheeks burn and he swallowed down the nervousness he was feeling. He watched as Y/N shoved on the pair of shorts he brought him as quickly as he could.

The silence was unbearable and all he could do was watch as Y/N changed into his clothes and he felt himself getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He looked away from the boy after a couple minutes, trying to keep his nerves under control. He didn't even dare breathe, knowing full well that he would probably embarrass himself if he tried.

"Thanks. " The soft tone of Y/N's voice caught him completely by surprise and he whipped his head back around to look at him, seeing that he had a small smile across his lips.

A light blush covered his cheeks. "No problem. Uh... I guess we should go to bed. " He muttered. His gaze fell to the ground, avoiding looking directly at Y/N.

He heard the footsteps behind him as he turned towards his bed and he turned back around just as quickly, opening his eyes as wide as they possibly could. He hadn't noticed how close Y/N was to him until that very moment.

As soon as their eyes locked Vance felt every inch of confidence he had disappear in less than five seconds.

The taller male's cheeks flushed and he stared at him with glossy dark brown eyes. "Yeah. "

He took a few steps backwards. His shoulders relaxing just slightly as he stepped away.

"Um..."

They stood awkwardly in front of each other, neither saying a word. There seemed to be no rush to move on from this awkward standstill they were currently in. Neither moving, neither breathing, neither blinking. Just standing in place and staring at each other like idiots. He felt himself fumbling for something else to say. Anything to break the awkwardness between them.

He felt his stomach twist and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the feelings of anxiety that were building inside of him. Why did he agree to this? This was such a fucking dumb idea.

"Uh, I'll uh -"

Before he could finish, Y/N grabbed hold of his arm pulling him to his chest and wrapping his arms around him. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he hugged him. He could feel Y/N's head resting on his shoulder, his hair tickling his cheek and the warm smell of the strands filling his senses.

This wasn't what he wanted at all. He didn't want to feel this way. But, at the same time, he didn't want to feel anything right now. At the moment he wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere except this room or this situation. Anywhere but with someone who hated his guts or who he couldn' t figure out what exactly he meant to him. With somebody he was still struggling to understand completely. Somebody who knew how he felt and who apparently knew better than anybody else in the world about what he needed and when to push him.

He wasn't sure when Y/N began to see through him so easily. Or when his walls of steel and silver armor had become so transparent.

Maybe it always had been there, hidden under layers of bullshit and sarcasm.

Maybe this whole time he really had just been playing the part. The role they both agreed to play and the roles they had played to the extent where there was nothing left but pretending to be friends. And now, finally having the chance to break the facade and be honest with each other, maybe this was what he really wanted all along. Maybe everything he ever wanted was finally happening and he had spent his whole life denying it.

Maybe this was why he was so scared.

And maybe that's why the rough calloused tips of his fingers grabbed the boy a little too roughly. His coldness piercing through the thick skin on his shoulders as he pushed him away. Maybe that's why he let his voice quiver as he yelled out in anger.

And maybe that's why he let those emotions take over his senses.

His voice came out in a deep growl. It echoed around the empty room, sounding threatening and intimidating despite it just being them two. Alone. Even if nobody could hear him.

"You ever touch me like that again and I'll do a number on you worse than your dad. "

And maybe that's why he was gone after that.

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send in the black phone requests (specifically vance hopper or the grabber but any is fine ig) i need to write for them😤

pls be specific its preferred tbh bc i lack creativity rn LMAO

BTW I MRANT THE GRABBER NOT ROMANTICALLY IM SO SORRY FOR NOT CLARIFYING