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lukesirlgf · 7 months
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Dating Vance Hopper headcannons
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Okay first of all he’s not calling you babe. Ever.
He calls you dumbshit (affectionately), fuck face, dick weed
Can, will, and has gotten into fights over you
He checks you out all the time with absolutely zero shame.
Sneaks into your room all the time (everyone knows that he’s there they just don’t care)
You gets free slushies at the grab n go bc you are Vance’s babysitter
Vance won’t hug you in public
But when you two are alone oh god
He won’t let you out of bed and tells you if you try to get up again he’ll kick your ass
He won’t ever be aggressive with you and will punch everything else but you
But you do play fight
He won’t let you win but he does think it’s kinda cute that you try
He only comes to class to see you
He always sits next to you in class and once punched a kid for stealing his seat
He gets jealous easily but he knows you won’t leave him
You steal his denim jacket and he punches your arm and takes it back. But he thought you looked good in it so gave it back, saying “Don’t let it go over your big fucking head”
Man is whipped.
He’s never going to admit it ofc but he follows you like a lost puppy
His mom absolutely LOVES you she loves how soft he is with you
He’s a bed hog but he won’t let you leave the bed so don’t try
You and his mom are the ONLY people allowed to touch his hair. Don’t ask to braid it because he’s going to say no but he may let you brush it
He has really warm hands so you’re always holding them at home when you’re cold
He hated it at first but now he’s the one who grabs you
Vance is metal fan and his favorite song is cherry bomb
Vance hates kids but he adores griffin (his little brother because I said so)
He and Griffin play fight all the time which you think is adorable
He lets griffin win
You always clean him up after fights
He’d teach you how to fight if you didn’t know
You get in a fight and the girls boyfriend tried to jump in but Vance beat his ass
Shit talkers
You guys have weekly movie nights with Griffin and his mom
Vance will lay right on top of you the those time and crushes you
You’re his personal therapist
He didn’t open up at first but eventually he did
This bitch ALWAYS tries to scare you
Don’t let him near the kitchen without supervision
He’s known for chasing people with knives
When you come into his house, there’s a framed photo of you, Vance, and Griffin
Griffin is sitting behind you laughing about something you said while you laughed to
Vance on the other hand has the tiniest smile
He really loves you but doesn’t know how to show it so give him some time
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shreksmilk · 1 year
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Presenting our princess Brady:
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deadghosy · 2 years
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➡︎How they would react if you hit them on accident⬅︎
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Robin Arellano
This mf probably pretends that you actually hit him bad
“AH MI AMOR-” “I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!”
This mf was behind you at the wrong time. Apparently there was a fly and you turned around for you to smack robin in the face.
He took a step back cause that slap, was a bitch slap.
“OMG IM SO SORRY ROBIN-” “WHAT EVEN WERE YOU DOING BABY?!” “THERE WAS A FLY!”
You apologize to Robin a few times. Than laugh at his face cause he was ‘stopped’ by one little slap to his face
Finney Blake
He starts to cry-
You thought someone was following behind you, so you fought them. Only for it be Finn.
“JESUS FINN WTH WERE YOU CREEPING UP BEHIND ME FOR?!” “I WAS LITERALLY JUST WALKING BEHIND YOU?!” “You should’ve at least said ‘hi’ Finn.”
You left a red mark on his cheek, so you told him in the most comforting way to suck it up.
“Finn baby, it’s a little bitch slap-” “it did not even hurt🙄” “FYM IT DIDNT HURT!?-”
You actually did slap the taste out of his mouth cause now that memory is a daze to him now 😭
Vance Hopper
If you hit him. He hits you 10 times harder.
No questions asked. Hands down.
Then you would have to say to him it was on accident.
Mf looks at you like “are you dead ass? 💀” then he would actually let you hit him fr
Sweeter version: he would ask you why tf did you hit him for and you would say sorry so fast. He only gives you glare and says “don’t let it happen again dipshit.” Like a mean ass cat bro-
Bruce Yamada
Acts like you almost knocked him out like a Karen. Legit gets on the floor rolling as if he pulled a bone or muscle.
“AH I GOT HIT!” “THIS PERSON HIT ME ON PURPOSE!”
He’s a big ass drama queen, we all know it😒
You told this man that you hit him on accident and not on purpose cause he is making a whole ass scene.
And all this mf responds is “Oh, I know.” With a smug look.
That’s when you actually hit him and now he is apologizing to you as you gave me silent treatment.
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vainvenus · 2 years
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⌲;꒰ Head over heels. ꒱
Pairing(s): Vance Hopper x Gn!Reader
Summary: You're the only person Vance can stand being around or talking to.
Includings: No Grabber!Au, best friends to lovers, chill x hothead dynamic, kinda ooc vance, jealousy, bit of a slowburn, mutual pinning, happy ending tho!
An: First post for Vancey boy! 💪🏾
I don't like the ending bc it was rushed a hard to write
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"And now I'm the one who's in trouble! Me? Because that fucking dipshit and his stupid ass friend bumped into me!"
You hummed in response so that he knew that you were still listening to him as you were looking for your dark blue lighter.
You were listening to Vance rant, having just learned that he was now banned from the Grab-And-Go for a week for starting a fight all because some boy's bumped into the pinball game he was obsessed with.
"It's fucking stupid and I should've kept pounding his head into the floor until he passed out."
You had found your lighter and grabbed a lavender scented incense, lighting it and letting the flame burn before you blew at it and put it in the incense holder.
"It was an accident, Vance. You should've handled it more responsibly and walked away from the situation."
He had furrowed his brows, he knew that you were right but he was still too stubborn to admit it at the moment so he rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. The fuckers should've watched where they were going." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.
You nodded "Yes, they should have. I'm sorry you got kicked out, Vance. I'll make sure no one beats your high score."
Although Vance was in the wrong for him beating the boys up over a something like that you didn't want him to feel like the way he felt about the situation was invalid or him overreacting.
You walked over to your record player, going through a few of your discs to find something to play so that he at least wouldn't be in such a bitter mood.
You smiled softly as you pulled out one of the discs and put it into the record player, placing the stylus on it as it had started playing 'Dancing Queen' by Abba and you turned your head to smile at Vance.
"C'mon..I know you want to." You said, walking towards him and chuckling softly as you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him up from his spot on the bed.
"I don't fuckin dance... especially not to Abba." He said and you knew for a fact that he was lying because the last time you borrowed his mixtape player it was one of the first songs that played.
"Dancing is a good way to free your body from negative energy. Something you seem to have a lot of." You had said as you swayed to the music, the sound of the multiple bracelets you wore shaking together.
Vance narrowed his eyes up at you "That's bullshit."
"Is not! Works for me whenever I'm angry."
He furrowed his brows "I've never seen you angry before though."
"That's because I don't show it. I don't let my emotions control my actions or mouth. I find better ways to release my anger."
Vance had thought about that sentence for a while. He wondered what you were like if you were to finally snap like how he does, furrowed brows and shouting profanities like a sailor.
"Dance with me, Vance! C'mon!!"
He groaned as he rolled his eyes and stood up from his spot on your bed and stiffly moved to the song like he was a robot and you couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?!"
"You dance like we're at our first dance together and the slow song just came on!" You had giggled. "Loosen up!"
Vance had glared playfully at you. "I thought this was a judge free zone?"
"Oh it is...just not for stiff dancers."
The boy had chuckled at this, a genuine one that showed his teeth and he couldn't even be mad about the situation that happened earlier.
It was always like this when he would go to you to rant for a bit, you would talk to him and make him feel like his feelings were completely valid, you reassured him every single time but scolded him rightfully.
You were the comfort he longed for constantly. That missing peace in his life. You felt like what home should've felt like for him.
You were sweet and caring. Not once could he think of a time where you yelled at him even if he was screaming his lungs out at you. You were understanding and he loved that, he love that you knew his better than he knew himself.
Vance loved you.
"Hey, Vance!"
He snapped from his thoughts as he looked over to you who was back at the record player, going through your discs once more. He was sure you had every song under the sun with the stack you had.
"Any song requests?"
"Hotel California."
"Gotcha!"
When you heard your door swim open an slam shut you hadn't even questioned it at this point, already knowing who the culprit was.
You turned your attention away from the painting you were working on as you turned to look at Vance who looked like he was already angry if you couldn't tell by the door slam.
"What's the matter now?"
"Nothing. What're you doing?"
You had knew that he was lying but you would take care of what was bothering him when he wanted to talk about it so you gestured to the canvas.
"I'm painting. The sky's really pretty right now so I'm trying to capture it while I can." You had told him and he had rolled his eyes.
"You should try it. Painting can help let off steam." You said, dipping your brush back into the light pink paint.
You always tried to get Vance to paint or draw with you, telling him it was a good way to express his anger without yelling or breaking something but art just wasn't his forte.
"i don't paint. It's hard to work with and I'm not good at it." Vance had complained as he crossed his arms, standing beside you while staring at your painting.
"Oh c'mon, the last time you painted with me was a finger painting."
"I don't care."
You shrugged as you turned back to the canvas, glancing back at the sky before you went back and had glided your brush against the canvas, letting the music playing fill in the silence.
Vance shifted in the spot next to you, eyes glancing from the painting before back to the sky which was a mixture of soft purple, blues and pinks with the sun peaking from them.
He looked back to you as you were back into focus mode. Your eyebrows knitting together whenever you were like this and he couldn't help but smile a bit at the expression.
"Starings rude, y'know."
His face immediately shifted and he had scoffed "I wasn't staring, asshole! I was looking at the painting!"
"Mhm..you sure you don't wanna give painting another go? You don't even have to paint the sky you can paint your emotions and-"
Vance swiftly cut you off "Just give me a canvas and brush before you start with your hippie emotion bullshit."
You had giggled softly as you went to grab another canvas and easel, setting them beside your own as you gave Vance an empty pallette and set the paints between the two of you.
He picked up the blue paint and looked back over at you who seemed to be caught up in finishing up your painting and he had smirked.
He had opened it as turned his body a bit as he squirted it onto the palm of his hands, rubbing them together and pressing them against the canvas.
He watched as you turned to him with a smile before your smile had dropped. "Vance, really?! C'mon! I thought you were behind finger and hand painting! You're gonna make a mess!"
He had smirked, reaching out to touch you as you had backed away. "Vance Hopper! Don't!"
"Don't what? Do this?"
He had grabbed you arm to pull you towards him as he pressed his palm against your cheek now leaving a blue handprint there as he pulled away laughing.
"Asshole!" You had playfully shouted as you grabbed the pink paint and rubbed it across your palms, now pressing your hands against his face and he had laughed loudly as he pressed his hands back against yours.
You both pulled away to reach for more paint, a childish game now being played between the two of you as you were grabbing different colors.
Red, blue, pink, purple and yellow handprints were plastered all over your faces, arms and even shirts. Neither of you were mad at the mess though now on the floor and laughing at how idiotic the two of you looked.
"You're an idiot, Vance! I'm gonna have to take like four showers!"
"Oh stop complaing! You literally fought back."
You giggled as you looked at the red paint on your finger and rolled closer to Vance as you lazily drew a heart on the back of his hand.
Vance stared at the red heart with wide eyes before he looked back at you who had that same bright smile on your face that made his heart skip a beat.
"See, you could've just drew that on me but you wanted to be a childish asshole." You hummed, pressing red paint again this nose and Vance stared at you.
Yeah.
Vance had already fallen in love but he was falling harder.
The next time Vance had came over he had noticed that you had the music playing again but he could also make out the sound of another person.
The two you seemed to be laughing together, the sound overbearing the song that was playing at the moment and he furrowed his brows.
He stomped up in the stairs and made a B-line for your room, gripping onto the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door so roughly that it slammed against the wall when he entered the room.
His eyes glanced from you who was staring at him with wide eyes gore he glanced over the person you had been laughing with.
Bruce Yamada. somebody he wasn't too fond of just because he was everything Vance wasn't. Popular (for the right reasons), kind and caring, not a bad bone in his body. Everyone either wanted to be him or be with him.
He noticed that you were holding his hand with a bottle of blue nail polish in your other hand as the two of you were staring at him with wide and confused expressions.
"Vance. Stop entering my mom trying to catch me doing drugs."
"The hell is he doing here?" He completely disregarded your statement, glaring at Bruce and oh if looks could kill the Yamada's would be having a funeral.
Bruce had only smiled that award winning smile at Vance though "We're painting nails! You-"
He had cut him off swiftly, venom dripping from his tone as he spoke "I wasn't talking to you, asshole."
You had frowned as you looked up at blonde, placing the nail polish back in the tube. "Vance you shouldn't talk to him like that. He hasn't done anything to you."
You were right, Bruce was innocent and all he did was answer his question but Vance was acting on his emotions right now which were pure jealousy and fury.
"And? I wasn't fuckin' talking to him so why did he even reply?" Vance spat and Bruce awkwardly sat there.
You had narrowed your eyes slightly at Vance before inhaling and exhaling softly, looking back to Bruce with a small smile.
"Bruce, I'm sorry to cut this short but can we continue another time? I think me and Vance need to have a talk."
"Yeah..of course. Sorry for..uhm.."
"No, don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. You told him, glancing back to Vance back to him.
"Get home safe, mkay?" You commented and he had smiled and nodded at this. "I'll call you when I get home. Thanks for having me." He had waved you goodbye, slipping past Bruce and out the door.
Once you heard the door from downstairs close you had gathered up the nail polish and put them back into your box.
You turned to turn off the record player and looked back at Vance who was giving a distasteful look to the wall.
"Wanna tell me what that was about?"
He hadn't answered, keeping his eyes away from yours and after a short while he had just shrugged.
"Don't just shrug at me." With the way you were talking with him he was sure you were irritated and it only upset him more when he realized he ruined your mood.
"That was completely uncalled for." You stated, gesturing to Vance who looked like a child being chided for the first time.
He shrugged again, his words being stuck in that lump in his throat and he watched as you crossed your arms, shaking your head like a disappointed parent.
"I don't know what made you so upset before you came here but it gave you no right to call Bruce names and get angry with him."
Vance knew this, he knew he was in the wrong all the way this time but he couldn't help it, always thinking with his mouth and fists and never that head of his.
He huffed "Yeah? Well, he shouldn't even fucking being over here....with you...alone."
You raised your brows, holding back the urge to scoff "So you're the only one who gets to be alone in my room with me?"
"No! I...I'm not saying that but-"
"Then what are you saying, Vance?"
And there it was, that word vomit that he had been trying so hard to hold back.
"I'm saying that I love you, okay?! I fucking love you and every time I'm around you I just fall harder for you!" He shouted, voice cracking like he was on the verge of tears.
"So yes when I saw you alone, painting nails and giggling with Bruce 'Hearthrob' Yamada I was a little pissed off!"
It was silent after that.
Not even any music playing in the background to fill it up, just complete silence and the heavy pants of Vance.
It was probably four minutes of silence before you had spoke up.
"So you mean to tell me..you were rude to Bruce because you were jealous?"
Vance had gave a small nod, biting on the inside of his cheek.
You had let out a huff, chuckling a bit "Vance...that had got to be the most idiotic thing you've ever done. I don't even like Bruce like that, we're like siblings ."
"Oh.." Vance mumbled, now more embarrassed than before. He would definitely owe the boy an apology at school tomorrow.
"And plus, I'm not really into baseball players, I like people who play pinball."
His eyes widened slightly as he pointed to himself "You're... You're talking about me, right?"
"No Vance, I'm obviously talking about Moose. Yes, you."
"Why me?"
You tilted your head in confusion "What do you mean?"
"I mean, why me? I'm not definitely not a dreamboat like Bruce or-"
He was cut off by your lips on his, that vanilla flavored ChapStick you always wore now glossing over his lips and he stared at you like a deer in headlights when you pulled away.
You tilted your head and shrugged "I don't want dreamboat Bruce or any other person you're about to name."
You grabbed his hand and held him softly while grinning up at him "I want been my best friend for years troublemaker Vance."
It was quiet for a bit and Vance rubbed his thumb over the palm of your hand after you made it pretty clear that you weren't letting his hand go.
"You sure?"
You placed another kiss on his cheek, pretending to think for a moment before nodding.
"Positive. Couldn't see myself with anyone else."
He had smiled and brought you close to wrap his arms around you and decided that walking over to the bed would just be too much and he slid down the wall onto the floor with you.
With you laying on his chest and playing with his curls that definitely needed a good wash or brush he had heard you mumble;
"Well...maybe Keanu Reeves..."
"[Y/n]."
"Joking! Joking! You gotta admit he's pretty though"
He gestured to himself "Am I not?"
"Oh you are! Prettiest boy in Denver. But have you seen Keanu Reeves?"
Sure he had competition with Keanu Reeves but at least he knew that he outranked everyone in Denver.
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billyshowalter · 2 years
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i saw someone say “imagine if Finney held onto the phone in hopes that one day Robin would call again”
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hellshee · 2 years
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Did the phone ring for you? It rang, but none of us heard it.
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knightonhorseback · 2 years
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Talking about a guy who was messing with Finney and said something about Robin
Bruce: Did you have to stab him?
Finney: you weren't there, you didn't hear what he said to me
Bruce: oh really? What did he say?
Finney: "what are you gonna do? Stab me?"
Robin:
Billy:
Griffin:
Gwen: *clapping*
Vance: HAH! That's fair!
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lexix001 · 2 years
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y/n: personally I would be insecure about my grades. *Mocking*
Vance: PERSONALLY I WOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Y/n: PERSONALLY, I WOULD BE FIGHTING WITH THE WALL.
Vance: RESPECTFULLY, GO TO HELL DUMBASS
Y/n: DISRESPECTFULLY. YOUR FOREHEAD IS MASSIVE
Vance: FUCK YOU Y/N
y/n:... Wanna go to GrabNgo?
vance: *sighing* sure
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abstractadolescent · 1 year
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Three types of couples….
Finney: I’m cold
Robin: *Pulls him closer and wraps him up in his jacket* Here cariño, we can keep each other warm.
Bruce: I’m cold too
Vance: *Grumbling but still taking off his jacket and wrapping it around Bruce* I told you to bring a heavier jacket, pretty boy.
Billy: I’m kinda cold too, actually
Griffin: Bitch, we live in Colorado! Why you acting brand new?!
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f1inl3ey · 1 year
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You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that this man would be homophobic because it’s the 70s?
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Sorry to break it to you but that’s a homosexual. That man is as straight as a circle. Boy kisser.
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vancesmainbitch · 2 years
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billy would throw a newspaper directly at Vance's head and then cycle off as if nothing happened. The only reason he gets away with it is because everyone tells him it was an accident knowing full well it wasn't.
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p0ssym1lker · 2 years
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Bruce: *points at vance* This is my boyfriend, a feral dog
Bruce: *points at Finney* this is my best friend, a feral cat
Bruce; *points at Robin* this is his boyfriend, also a feral dog
Bruce: *points at Billy and Griffin* those are instigators with too much ideas
Bruce: I would kill for all of them
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crypticmushroom · 1 year
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Look at this thing I made
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deadghosy · 2 years
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How would the boys react if you got jumped by their enemies and are hurt now?
NOW THIS IS PERFECT! ABSOLUTE MWAH😻✨
◯Reactions to if you got jumped◯
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Robin Arellano
Oh you got jumped? Bet. Robin is pulling up with a gun and a bat.
Robin would be angry and mad for who jumped you like a pussy.
You can’t tell me robin does not have a bat in his room. This mf is prepared for the worst in the right time.
Of course he patched you up. He loves taking care of you from time by time.
You would tell him who did it and he would go full Batman on them mfs. He don’t care if it’s a bunch of high schoolers or grown ass men. He killin them.
Finney Blake
Would be worried sick.
When you walked in bruised he was so worried and scared for you.
“Omg, omg, omfg omfg.” He would saying that immediately when he brought you into his house to patch you up.
Would kiss your wounds gently.
Vance Hopper
Mad. Absolutely mad.
When he sees you beat up he would be ruthless and ask you who did it.
You tell him it was bunch of kids Vance knows cause of how many times they messed with Vance in the past.
Vance would walk up to the assholes and beat them shitless and make sure they don’t touch you again.
Bruce Yamada
Patches you up immediately, no question he would asked of you. Just pure comfortable silence.
Would calmly ask you who did it and why like a teacher asking you who pushed you off the swing.
You told him who did it, and he nods. Getting up while softly patting the bandages he had put on your wounds.
Well, he had some business to attend to after he made you rest. :)
Billy Showalter
He is crying and shaking in his boots. Literally.
This man is crying cause he doesn’t want you to bled out by how bad you got hurt. He doesn’t like seeing you hurt cause it hurts him more than ever to see you in pain
His dog is whimpering by how you hiss at every little touch Billy is giving you to patch you up.
Billy holds you after he is done patching you up. Sweet little baby just wants you to be safe. He just want you to never experience that ever again as he cuddles you and kisses your head
Griffin Stagg
Patches you up when he sees you immediately just like Bruce
Asked you who did, you told him don’t worry about it cause you got some of them beat up as well.
Griffin is your personal nurse cause you be getting injured out of no where. It’s insane
He would tell you how his day went so you could be distracted from the pain.
Then after he is done, he will start looking or who hurt you having a thick ass book ready to hit and run for.
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I’ve been seeing a lot of The Black Phone fics and content on this app lately and I’ve also been putting off writing my own content for it
So here goes
My Kissing Headcanons for the Casper Crew + Finn
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Bruce Yamada
-very gentle
-tries to copy methods that he sees on television or in movies
-likes to stroke two or three of his fingers down your face bc it feels more intimate to him
-cups your mid back area bc he needs both hands on you at all time and that place feels the most… appropriate
-absolutely adores short kisses from you bc they feel like an afterthought or instinctual; like kissing him is as essential as breathing. just give my boy lots of little pecks, he loves them
Robin Arellano
-a bit too passionate that it always seems kinda inappropriate
-doesn’t give two shits about propriety or others, he’s paying more attention to the important things
-cups your face to ensure all of your attention is on him
-kisses always escalate no matter how chaste they start off
-there’s a special place in his heart for the kisses where you bring him in by his jacket or hair, makes him feel good about himself long after they’re over
Vance Hopper
-very rarely kisses you
-can go from 0 to 100 very quickly depending on whether or not people are around
-if so, don’t expect kisses at all, he won’t bc he doesn’t like the idea of people seeing you that way
-surprisingly enough he tries very hard to be gentle, not always successful but he tries
-he’ll never admit it aloud, but his favorite kisses are the ones you initiate. he likes feeling like he’s wanted. doesn’t even matter what kind of kiss it is, as long as you start it
Billy “Paperboy” Showalter
-a slow kisser
-he’s a bit of a go-getter; he knows what he wants and if it’s okay with you, he’s gonna get it
-likes to wrap his arms around you when he kisses you, even if it’s a short kiss
-likes to do multiple kisses in one sitting
-his favorite type are the firm, serious kisses. the ones where he has trouble breathing from afterward. the ones that have you struggling to re-open your eyes for a while
Griffin Stagg
-he doesn’t tolerate PDA
-he’s a very fluttery, quick kisser
-honestly, he might just prefer the times where you kiss his cheek or jaw
-unlike Vance, who hates PDA bc of other people, Griffon doesn’t like how it makes him feel
-his favorite kisses are the ones you put all over his face, rather than just his lips. makes him feel like your marking all of his features as your favorite. it makes him feel seen too, as if every kiss is telling him that you’ve noticed him
Finn Blake
-clumsy but hot kisser
-he just gets really excited, and doesn’t figure out how he wants to kiss you before he’s already doing it
-another one who needs his hands on you, usually cupping your jaw/neck area
-he likes feeling how flutter-y his kisses make you; gives him a much-needed confidence boost
-unlike Bruce, Finn feels like short kisses don’t convey love enough. long, passionate kisses are what get him going bc it feels like your putting the time and effort to show him how much you love him. always wraps you in his arms during these kisses
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kaylinlmao · 1 year
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Fight *Edited*
Warnings: swearing, violence, r is 17, boys are 18
Summary: The new kid doesn't know any better and challenges the toughest crew in school, so they come to teach her a lesson in front of everyone. What they didn't expect was the new kid can fight.
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"Hi. I'm Y/N L/N." I said quietly. I've gone to a new school every year of middle school and the first three in high school. Now that I'm in my last year of high school and 18 years old, I should be used to getting up and introducing myself right? Wrong. I still get anxiety talking in front of friends but a full classroom of teenage assholes? No way.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Have a seat back there by those boys" Mr. Rogers, the English teacher said. I weaved through the desks swiftly with my eyes glued to the floor. I sat down, took out a notebook and pen and started doodling. I was drawing a pretty flower when I heard snickering behind me. Those boys who Mr. Rogers told me to sit by were staring at me and laughing. The one with short black hair was talking to the boy with dirty blondish hair. One with short curly hair was laughing with a guy with long black hair. Then there was a guy right behind me with long curly blonde hair. He was boring holes in the back of my head. Lastly, the boy sitting across from me. He had ginger hair and was chuckling at a joke one of his friends made.
DING DING DING. The bell rang, signaling lunchtime. I got up and walked outside. I found a nice tree, sat underneath it, got my lunch out, ate, and just people watched. There was a group of girls giggling at a table not far from me. Then one girl caught my eye and came over to sit beside me.
"Hello. I'm Donna! What's your name?" "Y/N" She was really sweet and we talked for a while during lunch. While we were talking, the group of boys walked out the lunch room doors and everyone scurried to get away from them like they had some sort of virus of something. "Who are those boys?" I asked Donna. "Oh. Um, they're bad news. You should stay away from them." She said, quietly. "I will if you tell me who they are and why everyone avoids them like they have the plague"
"Ok. Well, you see the one with the short black hair?" I nodded. "So, that's Bruce Yamada. He plays baseball and is like a serious ladies man. He'll pretend to be your friend then totally stab you in the back. The one with the dirty blond hair. Not the one with curly hair, the one with the Letterman jacket. That's Billy Showalter. He's the local paperboy. He's kinda mean. They're all really mean which is why I said you should stay away from them." I nodded my head and waved my hand impatiently.
"And?" "And then there's the guy with short curly hair. That's Finney Blake. He's more low-key mean then the other guys. Like he'll degrade the shit out of you while his friends beat your ass. Then the little short one with ginger hair. That's Griffin Stagg. He's more of the stalker. He'll be the one to figure out where you live and what your schedule is so they can jump you without getting caught. The there's those two boys right there in the corner." "The one with the long curly hair and long black hair?" I asked. "Yes" she confirmed. "They are Vance Hopper and Robin Arellano. They're the fighters. They're the ones who fight most of the fights."
"So why does everyone avoid them? They don't look very scary. They also seem like an unexpected group of friends." I said. Donna gave me the side eye. "Well, something happened three years ago and nobody's really over it" Now we're getting somewhere. "There was this guy. His name was Albert Shaw but he was nicknamed the Grabber. He would snatch up boys from off the streets and kidnap them. What he didn't think through was he kidnapped too many boys at once." "Who did he kidnap?" " Bruce Yamada, Vance Hopper, Billy Showalter, Griffin Stagg, Robin Arellano, and Finney Blake." I nodded my head and snapped my fingers. "So that's why they're all friends. To bond over the trauma" We looked at each other a moment and laughed.
"In all honesty though, they look like a bunch of douches." What I didn't know was that their stupid group was walking behind us and heard the last part of the conversation. Then they went back there and started making a plan to jump me after school and teach me a lesson in front of everybody.
DING DING DING. The bell rang for last period. "What class do you have next?" Donna asked. I looked at my schedule and groaned. "Math." "Oh me too! We can go together then!" "Ok" We walked in and sat down together. I just doodled on my arm and wasn't really listening until I felt something hit the back of my head. It was a note from the boy behind me.
"Just warning you. The dead kids group plan to jump you after school and beat your ass in front of everyone to teach you a lesson. -Wyatt"
"For reals? Why? That's ok though. I can fight. -Y/N"
"All six of them? Because they heard you calling them all douches -Wyatt"
"I'll be fine. Thanks for the warning. Wyatt. -Y/N"
I was in the middle of an internal battle for the rest of math class. Anxiety and confidence were fighting. For a second I was like "yo, I got this." Then anxiety kicks in and now I'm thinking "in front of an audience? I've never fought in front of people before!" I was about to have a panic attack when I remembered something my dad said. "When you're fighting, remember to focus on your opponents fighting style. They use their fists often, go for the legs." I was so zoned out remembering all of my dads fighting tips I didn't even notice that the bell rang and everyone was filing out of the classroom.
"Y/N? Are you ok?" Donna asked sweetly. "Yeah I'm fine. Just tired." "Ok. Lets go then." We walked out together to the crowded parking lot. As I rounded the corner I saw the boys waiting for me. I decided just to try and walk around them just to test them. I swerved around but one of them caught me by my wrist. Robin. "Yes? How can I help you douches?" By then a large crowd was coming over to see the fight. For some odd reason all of them looked at me with pity. "What'd you say?" Robin said dangerously slow. "How. Can. I. Help. You. Douches? Did your dumb little brains get it that time?" Now, I may have been cool and calm on the outside but I was fucking terrified on the inside. Why the fuck was I making them even madder? Omg. I was gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.
They all looked at me livid and red with anger. I was just waiting for someone to swing first. Finally, Vance did. He swung but he put too much emotion into it. Emotion is weakness. I dodged it easily, grabbed his arm and pulled it behind his back. Then I wiped his legs out from under him so he hit his head on the concrete, blacking out. I then felt someone grab my hair and pull me up. I looked up to see Finney with his hand in my hair. I whimpered quietly but he heard it. So now he thinks I'm submitting and giving up. Wrong. And now I just move a little bit to the side over here, bring the heel of my foot up and kicked him with my heel right where the sun don't shine. He doubled over, falling to his knees and letting go of my hair.
2 down 4 to go. Billy and Bruce both started swinging. Now, if I'm being honest, they got a few really good punches in. But I noticed that Billy was fighting leaning on his toes. So if I just slide under his legs and pull then he falls over. Now Billy's down too. I also saw that Bruce wasn't completely focused on me. He was more focused on the crowd surrounding us. So I ran and tackled him. He fell straight down and hit his head. Robin now. He was gonna be a tough one. He's a damn good fighter. I swung first just to test my theory. He dodged and punched back. Yup! My theory was right. He pulls his punches. They last too long and go further then necessary.
When he punched my eye, I won't lie. I almost blacked out. But I had enough in me to pull his arm and flip him across. He landed on top of Vance who was just coming around. They were all on the ground except for Griffin. I walked over to him and socked him straight in the chin. He walked backwards and tripped over Bruce's leg. Done. It was absolutely silent. As I was waking away, I heard someone say "how did she beat all six of them?"
I walked over to the boys helping each other up, furious. I pointed at Robin. "You pull your punches. It gives more time to grab it and get you back before you can punch again." I pointed at Billy. "You fight on your toes which gives you terrible balance. Fight on the balls of your feet, not your toes." I point at Bruce. "You kept focusing on the crowd, not your opponent. It gave me a chance to take you by surprise." I point at Griffin. "You rely too much on your friends. You can only rely and trust yourself." I point at Finney. "You need more confidence. Be confident in your abilities." I point at Vance. "Lastly, you. You fight with too much anger and emotion. Emotion is weakness." I walked away quickly to my car and hopped in. My parents were at work and so was my sister. When I got home, I went to the bathroom to see how bad it was. I looked and saw I just had a black eye and a bloody nose. And scratches and bruises all around but. I cleaned it and sat down to read, not knowing that at the moment, 6 boys were developing an unhealthy obsession with me.
So. This is my first imagine. It was kinda long and it sucked. But I tried. All parts up to 9 are posted! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin
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