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angelofthenight · 2 years

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Cardigans in August Pt.1

(Bruce Yamada x Fem!Reader x Vance Hopper)

Summary: During the summer after a fight, (Y/n) cheats on Bruce with Vance. When school starts again Vance thinks he finally has (Y/n) until she tries to win Bruce back.

Warnings: Love triangle, Brief mention of underage drinking, Unreciprocated love, Jealousy, Eventual angst, Like this is gonna get sad most of the time, (Y/n) isn’t a very good person

Word Count: 2.1k

Parts: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

(This is based off Taylor Swift’s Folklore love triangle with Bruce as Betty, (Y/n) as James, and Vance as August)

“Chase two boys, lose the one”

“Slept next to him, but I dreamt of you all summer long”

“'Cause you weren't mine to lose”

When you’re young, everyone assumes you know nothing.

But Bruce Yamada knew it was real; his love for you and your love for him. He knew it was true love. He just knew it.

He knew by the way he felt when you shared your first kiss in his sophomore car. He always felt a twinkle when with you but after that moment the twinkles amplified into fireworks. Your kisses was all the motivation he needed in life; the stepping stones to just simply waking up every morning. Because every morning was just the start of a brand new day to spend with you. To spend the passing periods kissing under the stairs, to spend the weekends attached at the hip, to spend the nights drinking in the trunk of your car with the tailgate open. And with tipsy flushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights, you two would lean in and share sweet kisses as your hands would slip under each other’s shirts.

But then there was the “other man” that Bruce would have never suspected pining after you this whole time; Pinball Vance Hopper. The bad boy of North Denver. The guy who sent two kids to the hospital for just simply bumping into his beloved pinball machine.

Despite his aggressive persona and violent reputation, you two were close friends. No one knows why or how, you just… were. Not exactly best friends, but it's not as if you didn’t have the potential to be.

Once the bell rang everyone in your history class practically jumped out of their seats before your teacher could even pull the stupid “the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do”. You slid your books off your desk and into your bag so you could spring to your feet and join the crowd of classmates trying to pour out of the room through the small doorway. You eventually got out as well and as always, Vance was leaning against the wall beside the wall as he waited for you.

You smiled as you stood in front of him, he always waited for you after the last class on Fridays to walk you to your car since Bruce had Baseball practice. “You are always the last person out of that class.” Vance commented which received a roll of your eyes.

“Wow, sorry you have to wait like 12 seconds after the bell. Your life is just the worst.” You humorously pitied as he kicked himself off the wall to begin walking at your side. “I know. It’s hard being me.” Vance stated which successfully received a giggle from you.

The melody of your laugh made Vance secretly smile to himself, glad he was always able to get them out of you. He had a thought at the back of his mind that wondered if Bruce could make you laugh as much as he could.

That thought gave him enough confidence to speak without thinking, “So, you thinkin’ of going to-” He cut himself off from asking if you and Bruce were going to the weekend dance together when he saw the whole baseball team rush down the hall toward the two of you. You both stopped in your tracks as the group of smiling boys in matching uniforms reached you. The front two stepped to the side to allow Bruce to walk through the group and up to you.

A smile spread across your lips in surprise as Bruce revealed the small bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back. “(Y/n). Will you go to the dance with me?” Bruce asked with a toothy grin, holding the flowers out toward you.

The baseball team looked at you with waiting eyes and all the girls present in the hallway watched in jealousy over the gesture from the gorgeous popular boy. What you didn’t see was Vance’s stone stare set on your face watching your reaction, a part of him internally begging that you’d decline even though he already sadly knew your answer.

“Of course!” You exclaimed while grabbing the flowers then throwing your arms around his neck for a tight hug. The whole baseball team erupted in cheers and obnoxious clapping behind Bruce. You departed from the embrace to smack a warm kiss on Bruce’s smiling cheek as his hands rested on your back. You both smiled at each other gushingly and connected hands to walk down the wall. You turned to look over your shoulder once remembering about your friend, but completely forgetting he wanted to ask you something. “Oh, bye Vance!” You hollered before turning to look back at Bruce as you two walked hand in hand.

Vance raised his hand as a goodbye as he watched you go with a deep frown and furrowed brows. The painful reminder of his torturous reality creeping back up his neck in an attempt to strangle him, and sometimes he wished it just would to put him out of his misery.

He hated being the second choice. He hated wondering if he had to love you from afar forever. He hated that he loves you harder everyday yet everyday you break his heart easier and easier. But even though he was utterly hopeless, he was still hopeful.

You honestly don’t know why on earth you let Bruce woo you into coming to the dance. You hated crowds, they were overstimulating and you had itching social anxiety. You loved music and dancing with Bruce… in privacy and when it just consisted of the two of you. Your back was bumped into by multiple different formally dressed teens which made your miserability spread to your frown.

Bruce still shimmied and swayed in front of you with the brightest smile plastered across his face. His brows crinkled at the sight of your clear unhappiness. “Are you alright!?” He yelled over the loud music. You still stepped side to side to the Bee Gees as you just couldn’t bring yourself to fake a smile. “I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” You said to him, stepping closer to his shoulder so he could hear you.

“I’ll come with you.” He said, slowing his dancing down to a stop and resting a hand on your lower back to guide you out. You grabbed his arm and returned it to his side. “I’ll just be a second, stay and keep having fun with your friends.” You said, nodding over to his dancing group of friends with their dates beside the two of you. He looked to his friends then back at you with an unsure expression but you had already slipped off into the crowd.

You walked through the gymnasium doors into the small dome shaped area where some teachers and students were talking with friends away from the noise. You walked past them all to the hallway that led to the exit doors. The further you walked the more you could finally hear the sound of your heels clicking as you stepped. You pushed the doors open and instantly took a relieving inhale as the cool night air hit your sweaty face, chills spilling down your exposed skin. You took a seat on the curb of the sidewalk and rested your hands on your knees to gather yourself, the music from the gymnasium faintly being heard.

Bruce danced with his energetic friends, keeping a patient eye out for you so he could return to dancing with you. Three songs from Foreigner, The Runaways, and Heatwave had passed and still no sign of you but he was too caught up in enjoying the music to let his worries wear him down. It wasn’t until the band started playing the intro to his favorite song, Edgar Winter Group’s Free Ride, where an excited smile exploded on his face and he whipped his body around to look for where you were. You should’ve been back by now, so why weren’t you back? His smile slowly melted away as you were nowhere to be found no matter where he looked.

“Hey Bruce, it’s your song! Why aren’t ya dancing?” A girlish voice said from behind him. He turned to one of his female friends rocking her shoulders to the beat of the music as her hands swayed her yellow eyelet lace dress. “Looking for my girlfriend!” He said to her over the catchy beat, mindlessly moving to the music. She shrugged, “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” She continued dancing and he soon joined her, not wanting to put his favorite song to waste.

The sound of a familiar guitar melody made your ears perk up and your head turn to look behind you. Bruce’s favorite song was playing! You got up to your healed feet and rushed back to the doors to down the hall and back to the gymnasium doors. You stopped at the doorway and tilted your head up to look for where Bruce was now. The smile you didn’t realize sprouted dropped when your eyes caught the sight of Bruce dancing with another girl. A really pretty girl.

You knew they were friends but you also knew, from the knowledge of one of your gossip friends, that she used to have a crush on Bruce until she found out you two were a couple. You never once thought illy of her since of how sweet and polite she was but just the sight of her sweet smile being reciprocated in an equal style by Bruce made your stomach turn. Unwanted jealousy stuffed you as you watched how they danced with each other.

You couldn’t bear to look another second as your insecurities embodied into salty water over your eyes. You turned away and allowed your feet to quickly carry you back to the hallway as you bit your lip to prevent it from quivering. You couldn’t even make it to the doors as you slowed to a stop and let your back fall to the wall and your body sank to the floor, bringing your knees to your chest. You knew your face resembled one of those sad clown paintings with your eyebrows curving up and your frown deepening. Your eyes were glossy with tears but yet they didn’t fall from the confines of behind your lower lash line.

Your throat felt like there was a rock stuck in it and you felt a tight rotting pain in your chest as you soaked in your own pathetic, pitiful misery. You heard footsteps approach you and you had the mind that it was a teacher coming to check up on you so you swallowed the lump in your throat, sniffled and blinked away the watery substance coating your iris’.

You looked up only to make eye contact with Pinball Vance. He was dressed sloppily formal with his everyday brown boots, dark blue jeans and a long sleeve white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. His hair was the same as always and he had one hand shoved in his pocket with the other holding a black suit jacket slung over his shoulder by the collar.

“Vance? I didn’t know you came to dance’s.” You said partnered with another sniffle. Vance gave a half shrug, “I don’t but my mom forced me to come to this one.” You nodded before looking back down to the floor in front of your feet. Vance slid his jacket off his shoulder as he squatted to take a seat beside you. A moment of silence passed before Vance broke it, “Crowd too much for you?”

A small smile slipped over the endearing fact that he remembered your dislike of overwhelming crowds. “Yeah, it just…” your mind drifted back to Bruce and the girl, “got a little too much for me.” Vance nodded in understanding. “Where’s Bruce?” He asked without thinking. A bitter scoff escaped past your lips before you subconsciously remarked, “Ask Michelle.” Your eyes widened over your snotty tone and words and you clapped your hands over your mouth in embarrassment as if that would take back what you said.

But Vance didn’t judge or criticize you, he could never bring himself to, and that was one of the things that made you feel comfortable with him. Vance stood up to his feet and offered you a hand. “Let me walk you home.” He said. You stared at his face for a few seconds before taking his hand and letting him effortlessly pull you up.

Once standing, he threw his jacket over your shoulders and you felt your skin immediately relax into the smooth fabric. With the light jerk of his head, you followed Vance down the hall.

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nightskeleton232 · 2 years

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🦋Bruce Yamaha🦋

#the black phone #bruce yamada #aesthetic pfp #discord pfp #pfp icons #bruce Yamaha x reader #Bruce yamada imagine

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lukesirlgf · 9 months

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Dating Vance Hopper headcannons

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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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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YOUR SO ANNOYING 2

PAIRING: vance hopper x fem reader

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

PART 1 / PART 2

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

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

“ it doesn’t work.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the phone starts ringing. your eyes widen.

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

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0tt-3r · 2 years

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The Black Phone characters reactions to having a s/o that actually throws fists at their bullies:

Including: Vance, Bruce, Finney and Robin

Tw: none except that you are a badass I guess 🤷

Author's note: Hii everyone!! Just a quick reminder that English isn't my native language so please be kind if there's some mistakes! <3

Bruce Yamada:

- Bruce will be probably in complete shock after seeing you hit your bully square in the face-

- Actually he never thought that his sweet s/o would be capable of fighting back, he's usually the one protecting you!

- "Where did you learned that technique ?" "Can you teach it to me?"

- Lowkey impressed 🤌

- One time he deadass cheered on you when you were fighting with some girl in the school's hallway 💀

- If you get hurt he'll definitely patch you, adding a sweet little kiss where your are patched.

Vance Hopper:

- Vance would be impressed, not like Bruce though, but I think he'll just raise his eyebrows and maybe laugh a bit when he'll see you beating up your bully.

- He secretly thinks that fighting makes you look hot-

- He's the one teaching you some of his secret technique, and he finds it cute when you're copying step by step his moves--

- Unlike Bruce, when your throwing fists he will not just stay there 🧍 bc nobody has the right to touch his precious s/o

- "Calm down, you'll never be as strong as me"

- Sometimes you'll fight him as a joke, but you'll always end up on the floor 💀

Robin Arellano:

- One time he heard that you got into a fight so he immediately rushed to save you, but when he saw you pining down a grown ass eighteen years old boy, he felt really proud

- Like super proud-

- Eventually he'll try to explain to you that you don't have to fight your bullies, that you can tell him who's messing with you and he'll beat them right away

- But gosh he's proud. Like, he has that soft smile when he's patching your knuckles, caressing them lightly 🥺

- "If these dickheads keep on bothering you, I'll beat them for you"

Finney Blake:

- Shocked since the day you slapped the life out of one of his bullies 💀

- Some says that you can still hear the sound of the slap if you concentrate enough--

- Finn's really amazed by your fighting skills and will ask you to teach him some of them!! <3

- Expect a lot of love when you just finished a fight. Like he will litteraly shower you with questions like "Are you okay??" And "Are you hurt??"

- He's a pro at patching you. He will even buy special band aids with cute characters on it just for you😭

- Even Gwen wants to learn your fighting techniques!!

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finn8yblak3xo · 1 year

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(tbp) WHERE THEY WOULD KISS YOU

Robin arellano:

he would kiss ur whole face but most likely ur lips if he had to choose. he wouldn’t be ashamed to kiss you in public bc it proves his point that ur his n he just loves kissing u.

Finney blake:

honestly he seems like he would kiss ur temple or your nose the most since it’s more closer to his height, but he tries to kiss ur temple more.

Bruce Yamada:

The signs say cheek, he’d be the flirty sweet heart. everytime u see each other he would hug u n kiss ur cheek. while sitting in the cafeteria girls were all over him but he would find you sitting by ur self n he would just admire u from a distance.

Vance hopper

Neck, without a doubt neck. he would grab ur shoulders firmly just to kiss you on ur neck. he would deny all ur kisses n hugs until u let him kiss u first.

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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◯

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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bittersweet-honeysuckle · 2 years

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HE WAS THIRTEEN, HE NEEDED HELP WITH HIS MATH HOMEWORK BECAUSE HIS TEACHER TALKED TO FAST, HE WAS GETTING SNACKS FOR HIM AND FINNEY! HE WANTED TO WATCH TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE WITH FINNEY!

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ghostclvb · 2 years

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I'm laughing so hard @ the kids on tiktok saying that vance talking to them Like That on the other end of the phone would have scared them even worse than the grabber like lmfahjdgshdfhdjfhj

me: I'm so alone and afraid down here in this freak's basement :(

vance: [snarling and swearing down the phone at me like a rabid dog as if I'M the problem]

me:

#LIKE BRO OKAY I'M SORRY?!????!!!??!?#I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST STOP GROWLING AT MEWJHSF&&%^*(%SK #.txt #the black phone #tbp #vance hopper #vance the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #bruce yamada #griffin stagg #billy showalter #vance x reader #vance hopper fanfiction #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper imagine

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thewritersofdeceased · 8 months

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A JOHN/JANE DOE? - THE GHOST BOYS + FINNEY BLAKE

GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS / THEY/THEM PRONOUNS

INSPIRED BY "THE BALLAD OF JANE DOE"

It's pitch black. Everything is. It's cold. Wherever the hell they were, it was cold. They stood with their eyes closed at first, a couple voices speaking up. One stuck out in particular. It sounded like a young boy.. at least an eleven or twelve year old.. "They don't look like anyone we know.. Do they..?" He seemed to question, but.. who was he talking to? The new ghost didn't know. They felt warmth on their face. A warm liquid. Their eyes remained closed as they tried figuring out what was happening. They felt a poke to their side. Another person was here with them..? This time, the figure seemed a little bit further away. "No. We don't know them, Griffin." This voice was annoyed. Seemed it at least.

"Be nice, Vance." A voice warned. This seemed to be a boy around the same age as this.. Vance boy.. Slowly, but surely, the new figure opened their eyes, looking between what seemed to be five or six boys. A blonde, a light brunette, two dark brunettes, and what seemed to be two ravenette's. They stared between the six, confused on who they were, and what the hell had happened here. Taking a step back from the group, the new figure spoke with a confused tone of voice. "Who are you all." Well.. it didn't sound like a question at all. They looked around at each boy, taking in their features. As if they'd never seen either of them before. But they had. They just didn't know..

The first one was a boy with dirty blonde, or light brunette hair. He stood at 5'3. He appeared to be around thirteen. He was pretty short. The unnamed ghost tried to figure out who he was, but the boy spoke up himself. "Billy.. Showalter.. Or.. the town's paperboy." He introduced himself, holding a hand out to the newcomer. Who only stared at him with a confused look.

The next boy seemed to be blonde. An actual.. blonde. The unnamed ghost stared at him. The boy had a denim jean vest, gambling pieces on the shoulders, a white shirt with blood splattered on it. His nose had blood trailing down, alongside with his lip. And head.. and neck... Now that the unnamed ghost looked between all the boys, they had begun to realize every single one of these boys look like they'd been murdered. Billy had spoken up, seeming as if the blonde didn't seem like he was going to. "That's Vance.. Pinball.. Vance Hopper.."

Vance only seemed to stare at them with an annoyed look before two boys slightly nudged him away. The two boys were both brunettes with curly hair. One curlier than the other. The unnamed ghost looked between them both, silent at first. The smaller young wore a grey shirt, black shorts, what seemed to be long socks and white or grey shoes. His neck appeared to be slit. He had blood all down his shirt. He went to speak, looking at the unnamed figure. There was hesitation in his voice. "I'm.. Griffin. I was the first victim.." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and hissing out softly.

"Careful." The other brunette had said softly. He was wearing a blue and white shirt, jeans and sneakers. He didn't look very bloody, but bruised to the max, Maybe this boy wasn't a ghost? They reached towards the brunette, their hand going through him. It only led the brunette to let a little laugh out. "We'll explain everything afterwards." He spoke, shaking his head before smiling towards the newcomer. "I'm Finney Blake." He introduced himself.

There was two more. A boy in green, and a boy with a bandana. Both boys had blood on them. These must've been the latest two victims..? The boy with the bandana spoke first. "I'm Robin. And lastly, the one who told Vance to be nice, is Bruce." He introduced the two of them, his arms crossing as he looked around. "Now.. how do we explain... where you are.. without knowing who you are..?" He questioned, beginning to walk around the unnamed figure.

"I.. I do not.. know. How I can answer your question." The unnamed figure spoke, turning to look at Robin as he walked around them. Their white eyes went to every single boys eyes. Making quick eye contact before looking away. They took a couple steps back, at least until they stumbled over the mattress that seemed to be in this stupid, stupid basement. They stared at each boy, trying to figure something out in their head. Before finally, they spoke.

"Isn't there anyone to tell me who I am?"

#the black phone x reader #finney blake x reader #the ghost boys x reader #vance hopper x reader #robin arellano x reader #bruce yamada x reader #theblackphone #theblackphonexreader #the black phone imagine #finney blake #billy showalter x reader #ghost reader #ghost boys the black phone

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lexix001 · 2 years

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HIIIIII u should rlly write a vance x reader where they're hanging out in reader or vance's room or something n reader jokingly says they could beat him in a fight n it advances into a play fight bc vance is COMPETITIVE

bonus points if vance wins tbh.....

today was very hot day so the problematic duos decide to just hang out on Vance room. Y/n was reading comics on his bed flipping to every pages. While Vance staring at the girl with bored eyes leaning on his table. "Y/n move I wanna lay down" Vance taunt. "Nope" you reply arrogantly

flicking through the next page. "Y/n get up before I beat your ass" He yelled. "I'll beat yours before you even beat mine" y/n tease. Vance raised his eyebrows. before eyeing you up and down.

He cross his arm. "So you're saying that, YOU would win a fight agaisnt me?" you shrug, "maybe" not bothered to look at him. "get up lets fight" you drop your book to look at him. "What?"

You stand infront of him, "okay throw your punch" you obeyed, and take a quick punch on his nose. "YOU LITTLE SHIT" He groan. "You won't die if you get hit on the nose by the-" "GET OVER HERE" He chase you around the house. it fun, it makes you feel alive now that Vance 100% gonna kill you once he gets you. You climb back upstairs to go back in his room to lock yourself up. Before you could open the door to sneak in Vance already there, jump on top of you. You scream. "SHH" He demand. "You're lucky I don't hit women" he spat. you hold is hand avoiding him to do anything to you. You laugh. "YOU REALLY LAUGHING WHEN IM LITERALLY GONNA KILL YOU" he yelled out. "I know" you smile. "ok first that punch was pathetic, and just because I let you slips just because you're my friend not because I like you or something"

"of course Vance" you smile weakly. he gets off you. "I'll get you a drink" you say walking off. "AND BRING ICE TOO" he yelled. "HAH SEE I DID A GREAT JOB ON YOUR NOSE"

Tbh I don't know how play fight work AND IM SORRY IF THIS AINT GOOD>/3

#vance hopper the black phone #brady hepner #the black phone x reader #bruce yamada x reader #bruce yamada #vance hopper #robin arellano #tristan pravong #vance hopper x reader #incorrect quotes #the black phone #vance hopper imagine #vance hopper x you #miguel cazarez mora #robin arellano x reader #fanfic #request #open

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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Cardigans in August Pt.2

(Bruce Yamada x Reader x Vance Hopper)

Summary: During the summer after a fight, (Y/n) cheats on Bruce with Vance. When school starts again Vance thinks he finally has (Y/n) until she tries to win Bruce back.

Warnings: Love triangle, Unreciprocated love, Sexual tension, Kissing, Cheating, (Y/n) isn’t a very good person, Eventual angst, Like this is gonna get sad most of the time

Word Count: 2.4k

Parts: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

“Chase two boys, lose the one”

“Slept next to him, but I dreamt of you all summer long”

“'Cause you weren't mine to lose”

You minced into the chattering classroom of your Monday morning homeroom, eyes scanning the room for the boyfriend you shared homeroom with. You finally anchored your attention to the empty table near the window on the other side of the room, Bruce sitting with his head turned to the glass blocking the outdoors and his arms folded over each other on the table. You knew you’d be in trouble with him, you did leave him at the dance without any warning or word.

You moved across the room to gently slip into the seat next to him. You folded your arms onto the surface of the table, leaning slightly forward to try and look at Bruce’s face. “Hey.” You said carefully. His eyes casted over to you but then quickly casted back to the window, his soft face converting to a more glowering expression. You’ve never really seen him this upset with you before. You softly planted a hand on his elbow, saying “How are you feeling?”, but he was quick to shift his arm away from your touch.

“You ditched me at the dance so how do you think I’m supposed to feel?” He objected with an acerbic tone. You winced at the call out of your own mistake. You bit your bottom lip before speaking, “I’m really sorry about that Bruce, I really am. I was really overwhelmed and just started foolishly acting on impulse.” You spoke in a guilty way to try and let him know that you really were aware of your mistake.

Bruce turned to look at you with a sadly offended look in his hazel eyes. “If you weren’t feeling well I would’ve left with you, or you could’ve at least given me a heads up. I almost thought you were kidnapped or something.” His words became glum and stern. “What if you had been kidnapped? I wouldn’t even know. I had to ask girls to look for you in the bathroom. But you just left me there. I was worried sick about you.”

You felt the words spill out past your lips like vomit, “You didn’t look very worried dancing with Michelle.” Bruce’s desperate expression dropped like a dime into a shell shocked look of confused betrayal. “Michelle? What does she- Do you really think I think of her that way?”

You instantly regretted saying that before and after his reaction but you felt you had dug yourself too far in a hole so you knew to just honestly explain yourself. “You just seemed to be getting very comfortable dancing with her.�� You simpered quietly.

Bruce’s brows deepened together in frustrated disbelief. “It was my favorite song, (Y/n). And you weren’t there. So I danced with my friends instead. She’s my friend, and I’ve never thought of her as anything other than that.” He spoke slowly and strictly as if he was explaining something to a toddler. “I will never look at anyone the same way I look at you, I love you too much. I thought you knew that.” He softened up, looking like a kicked puppy. Your guilt worsened.

Bruce sighed at your silence and pushed his seat back to take a stand, picking up his backpack as he did so. He slung one strap over his shoulder and looked down at you. “I’m going to the cafeteria for some breakfast. See ya around.” He said as he rubbed your shoulder then planted a fleeting kiss on your head before walking out the classroom. You frowned after him, realizing he was giving you the “not mad but disappointed” attitude mixed with the distancing treatment.

This same pattern went on for the rest of the day. During study hall, he didn't flatter you with a single compliment. During English, he didn’t try to get you to laugh by messing with your hair as he sat behind you. You would’ve been convinced that he didn't like you anymore if he didn’t still sit with you at lunch. Yet you both ate in silence. The tension of the silence so thick it suffocated the tables next to you.

Your unease grew as the week progressed, Bruce still giving you an almost silent treatment and sad side gazes. You even went out of your way to ask him if he wanted to go see the new “Dawn of the Dead” movie. But he declined with “You know I don’t like scary movies”. He had been very polite in doing so, yet you still couldn't shake the stinging sensation radiating from your chest.

The month of May passed but the unspoken guilty tension stayed in you and Bruce’s relationship. You were starting to get frustrated since of how many times you had apologized to him. But after every desperate apology he would just look at you sadly and say “you still don’t get it”. You were lost on what he meant and just wished he would just tell you straight on how he felt like he usually would so you could go back to how things were before.

You thought summer break was your one way ticket to making it up to him but he unfortunately had family plans to go out of the state for vacation. He did let you help him pack and you made comfortable small talk but you could still feel the missing puzzle piece in your chemistry. Even in your goodbye kiss you could feel something missing. You watched his family’s car drive away down the street and even though you knew he was coming back at the end of summer break, you felt like you were losing him.

You felt so determined to try and figure out what exactly hurt Bruce so much so as June ended you began taking sunset walks for a fresh mind. You took that walk every single day, helplessly grasping at straws and waiting for any sort of beautiful apology to spring up from your mind. But by the time you made it back to your house, no poetic phantasm appeared to offer any inspiration to your dismay.

Your pupils were directed down at the concrete sidewalk as you took tired steps, your mind feeling drained over the cluelessness of what Bruce claimed you “didn’t get”. The loud engine of a car neared closer until it came to a stop, its headlights in the corner of your eye alerting you it had stopped right by you.

If only you knew that your worst intentions had taken form that night.

Your arms were crossed as you halted your walking to look over at the car where the driver's side was closest to you with the window rolled all the way down. Pinball Vance sat in that driver's seat, the silver moonlight shining that look of care in his tough eyes. “Get in the car, (Y/n). Let's take a drive.”

A strange new sense of longing leaked into your veins. You studied Vance’s serious features as you slowly and mindlessly walked around the car to reach the passengers car. You felt a weird feeling in your gut as soon as you pulled the door closed, like you were unknowingly sealing some sort of sinful fate. In the back of your mind you felt like you were doing something you weren’t supposed to, especially with Vance’s ‘bad boy’ reputation. Even though really he wasn’t a bad guy. Yet you were the only one who truly saw that.

As Vance drove down the empty roads with sealed lips, you felt like you were experiencing some kind of fever dream with your high body temperature and the wind blowing into the car from the open windows. But yet as dreamlike as the situation felt, an excitement exhibited in your chest.

Vance drove his mom’s car down a few roads before finally pulling into a line of cars that led up to a ticket stand. You moved around in your seat to catch the sight of the drive in. You gave Vance a look of wonder but he didn’t spare you a glance until he pulled into a spot near the back but the forward view from the car trunk was perfectly directed to the windows of space between the cars so you could see the screen perfectly.

You copied Vance getting out of the car to the back of the car where he pulled the trunk door open. He left his hand where it was on the trunk door and looked over to you. You smiled sincerely before you hopped into the open trunk and leaned against the back of the backseats. Vance copied but reached over the backseat to pull out a cotton blanket. “Knew this would come in handy.” He mumbled in a tone that made you unsure whether he was talking to himself or you.

He hastefully laid the blanket over both of your legs as the opening credits began on the screen up ahead. It was soon revealed to be the new movie ‘Grease’ with John Travolta, who you saw in ‘Saturday Night Fever’ the previous year which was the movie that introduced you to Bee Gees.

You were enjoying the movie in large amounts as it went on, loving the songs and 50s fashion. You hadn’t even realized you were smiling in amazement and awe until you had given Vance a glance to see how he was reacting to ‘Greased Lightnin’. He was watching you with a fondness drenching his blue eyes and the corner of his lips was slightly perked up. Your smile stayed in place but your brows scrunched together in amused confusion. “What?”

He looked down at your smile then back up to your moonlit gaze. “I haven’t seen that smile in awhile. It’s nice to see it again.” He said with a close look of wonder; looking at you stonely intently. Your cheeks warmed up into rosy hues; whether from the hot temperature of the summer night or from how close he was to you, you didn’t know.

You were extremely close to him, you had finally realized, so close that your shoulders were constantly grazing one another. With a face burning red, you attempted to shift your bottom away slightly, feeling as cornered as a mouse in a trap. But your opposite shoulder bumped against the wall of the car, leaving you in a very intimate sandwich between the wall and Vance.

A sudden movement caused a quiet squeak to catch in your throat. He caught your attention and you gulped, ensnared in the web of his vivid eyes. He had placed his hand beside your hip where your hand had fallen to caress his index finger over your fingers, trying to express the tenderness welling in his chest.

You forced your breathing into a slow steady, trying to gather your thoughts that had been scattering in a panicked manner as you weren’t in the right headspace to emotionally prepare yourself for anything like this. Unfortunately, the flame of your faithful strength quickly blew out with a 'poof' the instant he leaned his face closer to yours.

“(Y/n).” He mindlessly breathed out. The way your name left his lips was enticing. They contained within them a disembodied reverence, an intense adoration, and you could feel it envelope your heart. His lips were inches apart from yours now and he raised his other hand to caress your burning hot cheek with his thumb, a gentle invitation, leaving you room to choose. His breath was warm and his touch so welcoming that you almost forgot where you were. He began to lean in but he halted and slowly pulled away. Your gazes never left each other, like your iris’ were connected by a steel string.

But your amorousness was not kind enough to leave you be. You began to lean your head closer to his, feeling a sudden high rush of warm adrenaline as your brain was falling behind on timing. You leaned in so close that the tips of your noses bumped as your parted lips closely hovered over his. But then you pulled away leisurely.

Vance’s eyes were widening in realization, the sweetest realization that perked up the energy in his veins. You leaned in too! You… wanted to kiss him too. You… you… you liked him back.

Vance couldn’t restrain his desires for another second and his lashes fluttered closed quickly, anticipating the sweet affection he had oh-so long awaited from the one who made the rock of a man’s knees feel like jello. He dipped his lips into yours and felt an electric sensation buzz his mouth; his first kiss.

Your shoulders lightly tensed from the locking of a brand new pair of lips. The feeling of his fingertips brushing through your hair caused your heart rate to skyrocket. At the last second, your sudden increased desire for his touch reached its vertex, and you pressed your lips deeper into the kiss. Your lips melted together as you reached your hands up to tangle your fingers up in his blonde curly locks.

“Mmm.” Vance sighed happily into your mouth, pulling you into a tight loving embrace. 'At last...'

You felt the bindingness of the sun sting through your eyelids even as you scrunched them closed harder. Knowing your body typically couldn’t fall back asleep once awakening, you grudgingly opened your eyes as you rolled off your side to lay on your back. You stared at the unfamiliar ceiling before you turned your head to the side to see over the edge of the unfamiliar bed to the unfamiliar messy room.

A snore caused your head to turn to the other side to be met with Vance’s sleeping form, his mouth hanging open as drool seeped onto his yellow tinted pillow. The realization of where you were pushed you into a sitting position. You took a look around at Vance’s room on a messy floor and sloppily placed posters on the walls.

You looked back down at the loud sleeping blonde. You felt a sense of secrecy and guilt stain your bones but also a feeling of thrill, intoxicating riskiness; reveling in the dangerous feeling Vance gave you.

But even though you slept beside Vance, your mind was filled to the brim with a certain Japanese boy.

#Spotify #the black phone #the black phone imagine #the black phone x reader #vance hopper imagine #Bruce yamada imagine #vance hopper x reader #bruce yamada x reader #vance hopper #bruce yamada #love triangle #taylor swift #folklore #folklore love triangle #august #Betty #cardigan

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f1inl3ey · 7 months

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Vance and Bruce call each other germs when they’re sick

#like just imagine Vance walking into Bruce’s room and being like ‘hey germ’ and Bruce just goes ‘hi Vance’ :))#just happy that he’s there #the black phone #tbp #vance hopper #vance the black phone #bruce yamada #bruce the black phone #tbp headcanons #brance #bruce x vance

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Vance is the kind of kid to push the merry-go-round/roundabout super hard and fast while other kids are on it and Finney is a victim to being on it when he does it

Bonus: The others boys also being on it while Vance spins it and when its fast enough Vance jumps on with them until its stops and he does it again and again but no one stops him because he's having way too much fun even though Billy looks like he's gonna hurl and Finney's hanging on for dear life and almost slipped off twice

#the black phone #the black phone 2022 #vance hopper headcanons #vance hopper imagine #finney blake #vance hopper #robin arellano #the black phone imagine #bruce yamada #billy showalter #griffin stagg #the black phone headcanons

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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YOUR SO ANNOYING

PAIRING: vance hopper x fem reader

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

PART 1 / PART 2

WARNING: asshole vance. he’s rlly mean. kidnapping. the grabber. cuss words obv. slight talk of abuse! vance is an asshole in this!

“ of course i’m gonna do it dumbshit i said i would.” vance mumbles concentrating on the game infront of him, his fingers tapping the pinball machines buttons repeatedly. your standing next to vance to his right. watching the ball in the game go up and down. you turn your head to the side for a second, your lips curve into a smile.

walking to the candy aisle with your hands shoved in the pocket of your jeans. your eyes sparkle looking at the many many bags of candy, you reach for a cherry lolipop. you turn around and start to walk looking down at the lolipop. rotating the lolipop around you read the wrapper ‘ tattoo inside’. “ vance! vance look!” you cheer running to him with your eyes still on the lolipop, all though your looking down you fail to see your shoe laces scattered on the floor running with you.

“ vance-“ you trip over your shoelace hitting the pinball machine, you drop the lolipop falling on your butt. “ vance look what i-“ you look up smiling.

vance is staring daggers at you. he clenches his teeth. balling his hands into a fist. he kicks the game, “ you idiot!” he shouts.

his face is reddening, a vein twitches in his neck, his eyebrows furrow. your eyes bounce between the game and vance. your heart is racing. your eyes are wide. “ i-i didn’t mean too vance-“ he cuts you off, kicking the gum ball machine next to you. you flinch turning your head the other way. “ i didn’t mean too vance i just wanted to show you-“ he crouches down grabbing you by the shirt. he slams you against the fridge full of drinks.

he digs his hand into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out all your change. “ shut up loser.” he lets you go walking back to the game. you stand back on your feet, taking a deep breath in. you follow vance.

vance has always been like this. mean. super duper mean. he’s really easy to piss off. no one really dares to piss him off though, and for anyone who tried to piss him off would end up with a broken noise or a broken wrist. that’s one of the main reasons why vance didn’t have many friends. he only had you and caleb. you before caleb. you and vance grew up together, your houses on opposite blocks. you would often pick him flowers which he would end up stepping on. but that’s when you were 7. you stopped picking him flowers ever since.

if anyone tried to mess with you, vance would pull them into the school bathroom and dunk their head in the school toilets. pulling them by the hair and making them swear to never mess with you again. sometimes he’d scratch them with his pocket knife, threatening to cut off their own tongue. but he never did, your thankful that he’s never done that. otherwise he’d be in jail, then who would be there to hang with you? caleb? eh

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“ vance can you walk me home?” you ask walking behind vance. caleb starts laughing. “ what are you 5 y/n?” he says grabbing his bike. you pout rolling your eyes, what a douchebag. doesn’t matter. “ yeah y/n your not a little kid.” vance teases shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “ but it’s really dark vance-“ caleb cuts you off.

“ boo!” he shouts, you flinch. you roll your eyes pushing him. “ your not funny asshole!” caleb chuckles, “ whatever i’ll see you idiots tomorrow.” he gets on his bike. “ say hi to your mom for me asshole.” vance whistles watching caleb paddle away, caleb turns around flipping him off. you gently pull vance’s jean jacket, he lets out an exaggerated sigh. clearly ‘annoyed’

“ can you walk me home?” you ask again biting your lower lip. vance crosses his hands, narrowing his eyes. “ you have two working legs dipshit walk home yourself.” he says sharpening his tone towards the end of his sentence. “ yeah but vance- with the whole grabber thing it’s scary i don’t wanna walk home alone.” you pout shifting your weight from one foot to the other. vance throws his head back groaning, “ your so annoying.” he mumbles. “ please vanc-“ he cuts you off.

“ go walk home yourself you useless piece of shit. im not responsible for your safety.” he turns around starting to walk, your eyes widen. you stumble after him. “ vance pleas-“ he turns around.

“ you know what if the grabber actually ends up getting you, thank him for me because your the most annoying person on earth. your always following me around like some fucking dumbass. i’m so sick and tired of you.”

you turn around, all you see is black. there’s no working light posts on your side of town. “ i really do hope the grabber gets you y/n. atleast that way i won’t you on my back all the fucking time!” he kicks the glass door to the grab n go. you look down to your black worn out converse, you nod. “ i’ll see you tomorrow vance.” you mumble turning around.

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it’s dark. too dark. your heart is racing. your sweating. you try to hum to a random song to distract you from the darkness but your little hums are weak. you refuse to look up. scared that if you look up something is gonna appear in-front of you and eat you. if vance could see you right now he’d call you a pussy and weak. probably laugh at you and put you in a headlock. calling you a sore loser and high maintenance. you let out a little giggle at the thought of vance teasing you.

you hear an engine behind you, the light from the what you guess is a car is giving you some light. you continue walking down the street with your hands in your pockets with a slight smile on your face. gosh vance is so funny. your little daydream trance is cut off by a door opening. “ hey little girl! would you mind helping me? my engines seems to be a little rusty and i need someone to hold my tools.” a man says behind you.

you gulp. your eyes widen. ‘ y/n. run.’ your brain is malfunctioning. your heart is racing. your palms are sweaty. “ n-no i-im- i need to go home.” you refuse to turn around, scared that if you do you’ll freeze. “ i just need a little help.” you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around. “ no get away from me!” you scream walking backwards. the man looks around, i’m fear that your screams might’ve alerted some people. he runs to you.

“ help! help somebody help!” you scream running.

he wraps his hands around you picking you up. you thrash back and fourth. he puts a hand over your mouth silencing you, you start to tear up. he drags you towards his van. “ shh shh shh it’s alright.” he mumbles tightening his grip on you, you shake your head tears escaping you eyes. tears rolling down your cheek bones, they land on his hand. the hand that’s covering your mouth. your pulse is rapid. your vision is cloudy. your eyes are weak. he throws you into the back of his van, “ this would’ve gone a lot easier if you had just listened!” he shouts slamming the door close. you close your eyes drifting off.

——

something is bugging vance. he’s on edge. he’s always on edge but it’s different. it’s different this morning. something is missing. someone is missing. “ where’s dipshit?” caleb asks crossing his hands nudging vance. vance pushes him off, “ get off me you cunt.” vance grunts rolling his eyes. “ what’s up your ass today hopper?” caleb chuckles raising an eyebrow, “ piss off asshole.” vance pushes past caleb.

vance looks at the empty seat next to him. ‘it’s her seat’. it’s your seat. and it’s empty. why aren’t you here? why is it so empty? why does he feel empty? why haven’t you annoyed him yet? why aren’t you here annoying him? he shakes his head. he pulls a pocket knife out of his backpack. sliding it across his table. he turns around once again, to your empty seat. rolling his eyes he stabs his table.

“ vancen. vance hopper.” his name is called out. he turns his head around towards the classroom door, his chemistry teacher and two unknown men are standing there staring at him. “ what.” he snaps pulling the knife. “ we need to talk to you son.” one of the men says leaning against the door frame. “ what do you want.” he growls shoving the knife in his pocket. “ it’s about y/n l/n.” the other man says. vance sighs standing up. “ what did that fucker do this time..” he mumbles.

“ how long have you known y/n l/n?” the detective says opening his notepad, vance closes his eyes in annoyance. he leans back against the chair manspreading. “ why the fuck does that matter assholes?” he says crossing his hands eyeing him up and down. “ vance hopper we would appreciate your full cooperation-“ vance groans. “ maybe if you’d tell me what you shit pigs want with me then i’ll give you my full fucking cooperation.”

“ language vance!” the principal shouts.

“ do you happen to know where y/n would go if something was going on at home?” the detective asks writing something down in his notepad, “ how the fuck would i know where that pussy would go?” he throws his head back against the cushions, he stares up into the ceiling. “ y/n l/n is missing.” the other detective blurts out annoyed by vance’s attitude.

vance’s eyes widen. his heart stops. he sits up. “ w-what?” he mumbles. there’s a lump in his throat, he can’t swallow it. “ w-what do you mean she’s missing?” he stutters biting his nails. no no this can’t be. this can’t be. there’s no way. no fucking away. no answer. he stands up, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts.

“ vance-“ his principal attempts to calm him down, “ what the fuck do you mean she’s missing!” he shouts kicking the glass table infront of him. “ son calm down.” the detective says standing up. “ calm down?! calm down? your telling me to calm down when y/n is fucking missing!” he shouts trying his best to fight back tears. he looks down shaking his head. “ no. no. no.” he whispers running out of the principals office. “ vance! vance hopper!” the principal calls behind him.

“ no no this can’t be happening no.” vance shakes his head. it’s his fault. all his fault. he said. he said he hoped the grabber got you. and he did. he kidnapped you. your gone. your gone. your gone. oh god no no no. y/n. he leans against a locker, “ no no..” he whispers sliding down the locker. he should’ve just walked you home. if he walked you home you’d still be with him. maybe the grabbed would’ve kidnapped you both, that way he would still be able to protect you. it’s his fault. it’s his fault. fuck fuck fuck.

his vision is cloudy. his hands are shaking. his lower lip is trembling. “ vance..” a soft voice calls for him. he slowly looks up. your in-front of him. his eyes widen, tears roll down his face. “ vance.” you whisper softly. you gently caress his cheek. he grabs hold of your hand. “ save me vance.” you whisper tearing up. you start disappearing. “ no! no! y/n! you asshole!” he shouts standing up. “ kid. hey hey kid calm down!” the detective runs up to him grabbing him, “ let go of me! let go of me motherfucker!” vance shouts trying to break free. usually he’d easily break out, but he’s so weak right now. “ y/n! y/n!” he shouts looking at the place you once were caressing his cheek. “ calm down!” the detective shouts in his ear.

“ save me vance.” you whisper in his ear again. he stops fighting back. he looks down at his hands, a cherry lolipop he was gonna give you this morning.

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