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deadghosy · 5 months

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JEALOUS HEAD CANNONS PLEASEEEEE

BET, also I’m doing my drafts of people who asked me of tbp. I guess I’m back to writing. I’m just taking it slow.

✦Jealousy✦

Summary: some dude is trying to hit on you while your partner/friend watches

Robin Arellano

(he is definitely the type to look not jealous but is)

Robin definitely is watching from afar seething in envy. It’s cause you are giving him attention more than Robin.

You haven’t glance at robin since you entered school. Robin walked up from behind and wraps his arm around you waist, he grips you waist and you squeaked. You turn to face him to see him glaring at the dude you were talking to with a smile and a vein popping out.

The dude looks scared and walks away. “Robin, what’s up dear?” You ask while tilting your head, blinking owlishly. “Nothing cariño..just tired.” He said with a tight smile.

You sensed something was wrong and just sighed..”alright, if you say so.”

After school you can’t get Robin’s right expression out of your head, you had to press him about it.

After finally pressing him at his house he snapped. “OKAY FINE, maybe I was jealous at that dude staring at my amor like that..but it was reasonable because you didn’t even glance at me once as if I was a ghost Bebé!” He stops to collect himself, he never yells at you so he just relaxed and grabs your hands. You nodded understanding and kissed his hand comforting him.

“I’m sorry Robin….I should’ve known you felt this way..” Robin just nods and lay his head on your shoulder and everything was better for Robin.

Finney Blake

(The anxious type to talk about it but does)

Finney is watching from his team at you talking to Bruce, you were giggling and touching his shoulder as Bruce laughs with you with his natural charming smile.

Finney bites his finger anxiously (I headcannon he bites his finger a lot by being anxious or randomly) later after his game finney was quiet as hell when you were walking him home. He wasn’t talking, looking, or anything.

You noticed and asked him, at first finney didn’t wanna say anything at first, he was just so anxious between asking “are you cheating on me” or “do you love me.” The sweet boy just wants to know but he finally gets the guts to ask you.

“Are you cheating on me..?” Your eyes widen shocked as you stopped walking and look at him crazy. “What the fuck….no..nonono.. Finn…babe..why do you think that?” You say asking. Finn starts to bite his fingers but you pull them from his mouth being serious.

“Finney, I know you know I love you..,okay?” “Then why were you being so friendly with Bruce?” He said anxiously… you just sigh and grab his hands, “Bruce is literally my brother… I’m adopted..we was just making jokes..”

And now finney felt embarrassed because you and Bruce don’t have the same last name. And that situation got cleared quick.

Bruce Yamada

(The type to pull you away from the person)

It was all because of some cocky baseball guy trying to get your number, his enemy team of one of his games.

Bruce was in between smacking him with his bat, or hitting his groin on purpose with the baseball bat when he swings.

Your honest reaction was walking away and Bruce snickered but stopped seeing the dude wasn’t giving up, so Bruce walked up and pushed him aside. Putting his arm around your shoulder and walking with you.

Bruce wouldn’t be the very like confronting type like Vance, but he will surly show he means business.

Vance Hopper

(The confronting type)

Oh, oh THIS MOFO IS CLEAN WITH IT!

You and Vance were literally hanging out in the store like usual with you watching him, some guy starts to flirt with you and at first Vance didn’t hear what the guy was saying until this

“Man I didn’t know Vance had a pretty little thang like you…”

Vance immediately stops playing his pinball game and looks at the guy who is flirting with you. You looked as if you were about to punch him but Vance grabs you with a nonchalant face and looks at the guy in front of him. Vance literally puts that guy to the ground with a smug smirk. “What was that?..say it again to my partner. I fuckin dare you, you will taste the floor for weeks if I see you by them/her/him again..”

After that you teased him about being jealous after the guy ran away, but Vance wasn’t ashamed, “hell yeah I was, he can’t be the only one looking at your beauty..” he then kisses your lips gently as you two get slushes

Billy Showalter

(The overthinking type)

Billy seen you with one of the most charming guys he know…he felt as if you were going to replace him? Was you? He didn’t see you try to for months and 1 year of dating..maybe you are just talking to him for a clas project. Right? Right?

He was definitely overthinking it as he closes his in his room at the memory of you talking to that guy in the neighborhood, maybe you were cheating? You didn’t tell him that you were gonna meet someone. He knows and you know that you can see other friends as he is not the controlling type. But he just felt jealous for some reason. And he can’t put into the fact that guy and you seemed so close…

His thoughts stopped at you knocking on his bedroom door before opening it with a smile. Billy swallowed his thoughts and put on a half ass smile, you got onto that smile quick as your smile faded.

“Yo, you okay?” You asked sitting in his bed where he was laying down. He just nodded but that wasn’t enough as you needed a verbal okay. You narrowed your eyes making it clear you want to know what’s up with him. He sighs spilling the beans and you listened and listened.

You comforted him about his feelings and hugged him, you told him that the kid was asking how to get paper boy job like Billy and Billy felt slight appreciated with an adorable smile.

It was an adorable ending with a sweet treat of you and Billy eating ice cream and watching cartoons

Griffin Stagg

(Feels like he is going to be replaced and not loved again until proved wrong)

With you being his older sibling figure and kinda of a parent figure as well, he actually felt jealous when other kids his age got your attention as he didn’t get most of it at home.

This little gremlin holds your hand with a mean stare but you scold him about that so he does it more secretly 💀

You never thought griffen would ever act this way which is weird to you as griffen wasn’t the type to show that emotion.

You had gotten a call from your class to the principal office only to see griffen with a book and the principal just sighing. Apparently griffin had thrown a kiddie book at some kid that was either talking smack about you or just felt a little leapy and just thrown it.

After griffen got scolded from you and the principal, he finally told you his fears of you leaving him for someone else and him not having someone to care for him like you do.

You comfort him and hug him, you guessed it as because of the amount of homework you got into that you didn’t give griffin much attention. But you did tell him to stop throwing books…it became quite a habit for him to do that.

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e-van-halen · 2 years

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I better be the first person to make this

#the black phone #black phone #vance hopper #ghost boys #robin arellano #bruce yamada #finney blake #finney shaw #ethan hawke #james ransone #the grabber #horror #meme #weezer #you just got weezered #buddy holly

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talkaboutaspirtbox · 2 years

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The best scene in The Black Phone was the end scene where Finney killed The Grabber and the phone rang and Finney held to to The Grabber's ear and all the ghosts started parroting things back

#the grabber #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #black phone #finney shaw #finney blake #vance hopper #robin arellano #bruce yamada #paperboy

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shreksmilk · 2 years

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Presenting our princess Brady:

#brady hepner #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #finney blake #finney blake x reader #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #griffin stagg #griffin the black phone #billy showalter #billy showalter x reader #the black phone #the black phone x reader

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deadbydad · 2 years

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Sunshines

Sunshine protectors

#brance #bruce x vance #vance x bruce #finbin #rinney #finney x robin #robin x finney #the black phone #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano #finney blake

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lexix001 · 2 years

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y/n: have you like dropping them hints? That you like them.

Vance: already fucking did

y/n: wow they sound so stupid haha!

vance: trust me, I know.

Y/n: you should go straight forward like "I love you" or something

Vance; I love you, you dumb fucking ass

Y/n: don't be mean about it and you're good to go!

vance: holy fucking shit y/n.

#brady hepner #bruce yamada x reader #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano #tristan pravong #vance hopper x reader #incorrect quotes #the black phone #mason thames #vance hopper the black phone

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venviouz · 2 years

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Vance in a bun. That's it.

#black phone #the black phone #vance hopper the black phone #vance hopper #the black phone fanart #robin arellano #finney blake #bruce yamada #billy showalter #vance hopper x reader #black phone fanart #the black phone x reader

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

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starboardharpy · 5 months

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This is basically what happened, right??

Psst, hey! @bilan-igg , it's the Gay Doritos :>

#that one moment where calling your best friend a pet name in a dif language comes back to bite you in the ass 😔#may you RIP Robin Arellano #he gay panicked too hard #Robin's dying and Paperboy is just: 🧍#the black phone #robin arellano #finney blake #vance hopper #billy showalter #fanart #fanfic fanart #digital art #sketches #rinney #finbin #Mako's art #artists on tumblr

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mcllymcdclly · 2 years

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Unfiltered black phone icons !

Use however you want juts give me credit !

Request?: by anonymous

#the grabber #the black phone #vance hopper #robin arellano #finney blake #the black phone x reader #vance hopper x reader #robin arellano x reader #mine:mcllymcdclly

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theprincessofthemidwest · 2 years

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The scene was probably the grabber in the afterlife with the kids

We deserved a scene where the kids got to beat the shit out of the grabber

#the black phone #the grabber #robin arellano #vance hopper #ethan hawke #the black phone (2022)#the black phone 2022 #horror #bruce yamada

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deadghosy · 2 years

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★Imagines of them accidentally hitting you★

Robin Arellano

You probably sneaked attacked him making him go into fight or flight mode. Which is definitely fight mode. So he swings and hits you, making you fall on your ass flat.

“CARIÑO, WTF WERE YOU THINKING?!”

He’s just yelling at you in Spanish now cause of that stupid ass stunt you pulled.

"¡NO PUEDO CREER QUE TE HAYA GOLPEADO! ¿SABES LO MALO QUE ES?”

So after him yelling at you while making sure he didn’t leave a bruise on you. After he sees there are no bruises, he definitely smacks your head.

“Fucking dumbass.” “Robin, I said I was sorry-”

Finney Blake

You scared him as a prank by putting a killer clown mask. Which you didn’t expect was that he actually fought back by punching you.

I guess those lessons from robin paid off.

“ARRGHHH” “AH WTF” *punches you*

You kinda hit the ground too hard to the point this mf knocked you out.

Finn pulls the mask off of you to expect some random asshole, but indeed the asshole was you. So finney freaked out about punching you.

“Y/n?! OH GOD IM SO SORRY!!”

Starts thinking he killed you cause you haven’t responded to him about 5 minutes until you woke up.

“awOah!” You sat up straight and looked at him. “Damn Finn where the hell did you learn how to punch hard?” “Robin.” “Of fucking course…”

Gets you an ice pack and says sorry but also saying that he isn’t cause you shouldn’t have done that.

Vance Hopper

Tbh he would probably hit you cause he probably thought you was some douche trying to mess up his score.

You grabbed his shoulder roughly and this man went full on fight mode like Robin.

*grabs you arm and starts twisting it, then kicks your legs to make you fall”

“VANCE, VANCE ITS FUCKING ME, CHILL!!”

He actually sees its you and clicks his tongue. He picks you up from the ground, carries you on his back to his house.

He actually takes good care of the bruises he caused you. And to make sure you learn your lesson, he smacks where it hurts on your legs and arm.

“OUCH, Wtf dude?!” “Should’ve dodged like I taught you dumbass…”

𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓨𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓪

Now we all know how clumsy you are sometimes but you are a totally dunce.

Apparently you weren’t looking where you were going by looking away while walking on the baseball field.

Short story, Bruce hit you with his baseball bat cause you were behind him.

He didn’t even know you were behind him. He was too busy practicing how to swing much better.

“MOTHER FUCKER” “FUCKING COW ON A ROASTED STICK” “ARRGGHHH”

“Stop complaining. I’m literally just putting ice to make sure it won’t swell up more.”

“Don’t you love me?” :,( “don’t try that shit with me y/n”

“NO PUEDO CREER QUE TE GOLPEÉ, ¿SABES LO MALO QUE ES ESO?!” = “I CANT BELIEVE I HIT YOU, DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS?!”

Cariño=Dear

┆HEY Deadghosy here! I hope you like this imagine. Mwah I hope you are all having a wonderful day/night! DEADGHOSY OUT PEACE!

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viscerax · 2 years

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Pinball Vance (Vance Hopper x Reader)

Pairings- Vance Hopper x Reader

Warnings- mentions of violence, canontypical Vance behavior

Tags- fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, reader kinda short L, reader kinda has a crush on him

The bustling noise of the Grab N Go market flooded your sense the moment you opened that door. Your father had given you a bit if spare change for helping unloading the moving truck, just enough to get a bottle of soda and some candy. Your list was short and simple, and yet, it had taken you nearly 5 minutes just to find the soda and make a selection. Ad you stood in front of the big freezer doors, eyes scanning the rows upon rows of different kinds of pop, you heard the doorbell of the market ring, which wasn't particularly weird, but what was weird was the kind of quiet aura that washed over the crowd for a moment, as if they were waiting for something.

The silence halted after a few seconds, and the store began to be filled with life again. Just as this happened, you made your decision to go with the last bottle of sprite on the very top shelf. You extended your arm, stood on your tip-toes, and even jumped a few times, but despite your best efforts, you couldn't reach. You looked around, hoping for some kind of step-stool or a way to climb the shelf, but you didn't see anything.

The only people nearby was a group of boys, one with red curly hair, one with brunette almost afro-like hair, and one, who seemed to be the leader, with flat, greasy brown hair. To your right was a boy with blonde curly hair which rested perfectly on his shoulders, crowning his head almost like a halo. He was hunched over a pinball machine, a concentrated look on his face and his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. You decided that maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to interrupt him.

One of the boys, the leader of the group of three, must have noticed your struggle because as soon as you looked back at the shelves, he was next to you, giving you a smile that seemed slightly off.

"You need some help there?" The boy looked at you and cooked his head to the side. You cast one glance to the boy by the pinball machine before looking back and nodding, giving the boy a warm smile. You pointed to the sprite, which he easily retrieved. He noticed your lingering glances to the blonde boy and shook his head. "Thats Pinball Vance Hopper. I wouldn't mess with him. He's kind of an asshole. I've seen him beat up 4 kids at once in under 4 minutes. It was kind of scary." He led you to the counter, taking out some of his own money. "I'll pay." He looked to his left and made eye contact with his ginger friend. There was a kind of look exchanged between the two that made you feel uneasy, but perhaps you were just overthinking.

You followed the boy to the counter and just outside, the summer heat hitting you like a truck the moment the doors closed behind you. The brunette opened the bottle and just before he handed it to you, splashed the bottle all over the front of your shirt, which was new. The stickiness immediately made you cringe. You just stood there for a second, sprite dripping from your face and making small splashes on the floor. The three boys sat there and stared at you, chuckling at your expression. You glared at them in anger, but they didn't seem to find you very threatening.

The leader of the gaggle grabbed the collar of your shirt and pushed you backwards, causing you to stumble and fall backwards onto the hot pavement.

You hissed, gritting your teeth as the boys stood over you, laughing and landing a kick or two in your side. You winced and looked to your left, spotting a jagged pebble. You grabbed it and threw it as hard as you could at the gingers forehead.

You watched as he stumbled back, hand cupping his forehead, which began to trickle a small stream of blood.

"Fuck off, or else you two fuck-faces are next." You blew a huge wad of spit at the leader of the group.

The boy wiped the spot off of his face, a deep anger burning in his eyes. You took the opportunity to quickly stand up, taking a fighting stance and preparing to take a blow as the curly haired boy aimed for your stomach. He was surprisingly weak. You quickly returned the punch, landing it square in the middle of his face.

The boy felt a warm stream of blood trickle down his face. Your knuckles stung a bit, but the adrenaline overpowered the pain.

The lead boy snuck up behind you, putting you in a headlock while the other boys landed a few punches on you.

By now a crowd had formed to watch you get your ass totally beaten. You kicked and struggled against the boy who had you in a headlock, but he overpowered you.

After a good minute of beatdowns, he let go of you, causing you to stumble and fall down on the pavement again. This time, the leader straddled you and landed one punch square in the middle of your face. A burning sensation ran through your entire face, and another stream of blood began pouring out of your left nostril. You watched in fear as the boy pulled his fist back to punch you again, and you closed your eyes, bracing for the pain that would soon come, but when it didn't, you opened your eyes to find the boy being thrown off of you by the blonde boy you had seen earlier, Vance if you remembered correctly.

Vance lifted the boy into the air by the collar of his shirt before throwing him onto the floor. "You distracted me from my game you fucking dick-weed!" He spat, getting on top of him and landing blow after blow onto the boy.

By now you had just barely recovered. You weren't exactly used to getting into fights. You watched the fight between Vance and the group of boys, and barely two minutes later, the boys had either retreated or lay on the floor, blacked out. Vance looked back at you, and for a moment you were worried that you would meet the same fate.

But then his expression morphed ever so slightly.

The noise of police sirens brought your attention away. The crowd began to scatter and Vance reached his hand out to you, quickly pulling you onto your feet.

Before you could even process what was going on, he grasped your hand tightly and began darting off behind the store.

You struggled to run behind him, the loss of blood mixed with the heat and stickiness of the sprite began to disorientate you, making it difficult to even walk without stumbling.

Why was he taking you with him? Was he going to finish you off so.ehwere else? Was he going to turn you into the cops and blame it all on you?

Much to your relief, the two of you came to a stop behind a building, next to a trash can. You felt your legs wobble beneath you. Vance helped you sit down before looking around the corner, no sign of the police in sight.

Now that the adrenaline had worn off, all of the pain suddenly hit you like a truck. You wiped your nose with the bottom hem of your shirt, blood streaking the bran new white fabric.

You felt like crying. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. You couldn't tell if it was from the pain, or embarrassment, or the frustration that came with ruining your brand new clothes.

Vance looked over and noticed the tears pricking at your eyes. He crouched down in front of you and grabbed a napkin from his pocket, dabbing it under your nose to wipe away the blood. You winced with every time the napkin made any contact with your nose.

Vance threw the napkin off to the side and tilted his head. "Why are you crying? Did you see how beat their asses got? I got 'em pretty good for you. I don't blame you for losing. Those pussies played dirty, ganging up on you like that." Vance scowled. "But don't worry, I beat the shit out of them, so I doubt they'll try to pick on you again. Serves those fuckers right for starting a fight when I'm so close to beating my high-score."

Vance seemed to mostly be talking to himself at this point, but it slightly consoled you.

"Oh, and by the way, you're welcome. Those dumb ass police probably would've thought you had done it if I just left you there. So I think you owe me a favor." Vance smirked and sat down in front of you, knees loosely scrunched towards his chest.

You observed the boy in front of you. You had to admit, he was quite attractive, even covered in dirt and blood. You watched as he observed his bloodied knuckles, his baby blue eyes seeming unreadable.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out the change you were given for your soda. You dropped it into his hand.

Vance looked at you, a bit confused.

"For your troubles." You chuckled, giving him a weak smile.

Vance shook his head, giving you a bit of a confused look. "No- I was joking. Keep your money."

You shook your head. "Eh, I don't really need it. Keep it." You closed his fist with your hand.

Vance shrugged and pocketed the change, deciding not to pass up the opportunity for free money.

"You need someone to walk you home, new kid? Keep those fuckin' pests away for ya?" Vance stood up and helped you up, wiping the dirt off of the back of your shirt.

You began making your way back to your house, Vance staying pinned your side the entire time up until you were at your doorstep.

You looked back at Vance as you stood in your doorway, giving him a smile.

"Uhm, thank you. For saving me I guess." You shrugged and chuckled awkwardly.

Vance simply nodded and held out his hand, which you shook quickly before retracting your hand, a sort of heat spreading through your palm.

"We should hang out soon. Maybe I can come watch your pinball techniques sometime." You smiled and leaned against your doorframe.

Vance thought for a moment before shrugging. "If you want. Maybe we can go to an arcade or something instead of the Grab n Go."

You nodded. "Sounds nice. I'll look forward to it." You smiled, but suddenly an idea hit you. "Wait here." You quickly spun around, running into your house before returning with a few numbers scribbled onto it. "Call me when you want to hang out. I'm not to busy as of lately, so I should be free."

Vance nodded, folding the paper and sticking it in the pocket of his vest. He gave you a soft smile, the kind of smile you hadn't expected from him. "Sure, whatever. I'll see you later..."

"Y/n"

"See you later, Y/n" Vance waved and turned around, walking off.

You smiled and waved. "Bye, Vance!" Your smile brightened as you looked down at your hand, the warmth of his touch still spreading through it.

You were excited to hang out again.

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