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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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mirrorballshiningjustforyou · 1 year

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Vance Having a Crush On a Quiet Reader

Vance usually hates people like you, quiet, introverted, and he surprised himself.

He tries to tell himself he doesn’t like you

He even misses multiple days of school just so he wouldn’t see you, not in a bad way, he just has such a big crush on you

but then he sees you at school one day and he can’t stop staring.

He stares so much, and sometimes he doesn’t look away when you catch him staring. He gets zoned out just thinking about you.

You’re sure Vance doesn’t like you. Maybe he just has a staring problem. he seems like the type of guy to bully people like you. But you’re wrong. Like, dead wrong.

His friends think that he has a crush on you he does but he doesn’t wanna admit it

They make fun of him for it, he doesn’t have crushes a lot.

I honestly think his friends are the type of people to yell out “Vance likes you” whenever they see you.

Overthinks asking you out a lot.

He’ll legit walk up to you ready to ask you out, and when you face him he’ll run away.

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aecassie · 2 years

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 (𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 <3

𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

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Nasty, Arrogant, Violent, Impulsive, Scary, Selfish…

In Denver, that's how they referred to Vance.

If they only knew, if they only knew him as much as you know him, they would know that he is not quite like that, they would know that behind all that violence and anger there was a sensitive and insecure boy.

You were his safe haven, the one he trusted, the person he turned to every time he fought and left minimally hurt, the person he leaned on his lap like a little child and slept peacefully. It was you. It has always been you.

It was 1978, a gray, rainy afternoon, you and Vance snuggled together on top of the old white mattress.

He had his face resting on your torso and warm hands on your hips. It was like it was the first time he'd slept, he was so relaxed and peaceful.

Until thunder echoes, and he soon wakes up.

"Nature sucks, what the fuck" -- Vance grumbles rubbing his eyes not fully conscious

Thanks to Vance's displeasure and thanks to nature's goodwill, you stir a little and wake up.

"Han? What hears love?" -- You question with a humor totally opposite to Vance's, placing your delicate hands in the gold locks of Vance as he reposition your hands on your waist and sink your head into your neck, hair tickling your rosy cheek

"Goddamn thunder, now I can't sleep." - Vance answers with a muffled voice because of the position of his face.

"Calm down, blondie. You'll be able to sleep fast, trust me!" -- You place a kiss on the blonde's forehead, who raises his head and looks at you confused

"How can you be in a good mood at a time like this? With a climate like this? Fuck! And other, how the hell are you going to make me sleep like this, all of a sudden?" -- Vance sits on the bed fingering your waist

"First: because I'm an angel of person, and second: it's simple, come here" -- You respond leaning on the headboard, opening your arms to Vance, who just shrugs and lies between your legs with the head on your neck again

"What are you going to do, savior of homelands?" -- Vance raises the doubt and comforts himself more and more in your embrace

"Let's see, arcade fairy" -- You say, laughing softly

"Arcade fairy? Really?" -- Vance gives you mortal look, what gives you freedom to laugh even more, he keeps looking at you, leans and kisses you calmly, holding your chin with one hand and with the other free caressing your waist

Soon you start patting Vance's back, patting his hair, playing with his fingers, whispering nonsense in his ear, etc.

"I don't think it's going to work, Paraguay Barbie" -- Vance says laughing at you, who cover his mouth lightly with your right hand

Without even realizing it, Vance had already passed out in your arms, not even a stone dropped on top of him would wake him up. You looked at the scene hastily, chuckled and tucked him into bed. Vance grumbled a little when you took him off your lap to lay he on the fine white sheets, something like: "let me sleep 3 more fucking minutes"

Lying down next to Vance, you felt strong arms around you. Looking back, saw him clinging to your waist, hot breath hitting the back of your neck, which shivered from the contact.

"Thank you for loving me." -- He surprisingly sayed

"Don't thank me for the effect you owe yourself, Hopper"

"I must, since you did the same to me."

Yeah, that got you. Hearing the boy stronger and "evil" of Denver saying that, left you in ecstasy, blushed you and you felt your heart speed in a matter of seconds, your reaction was kissing Vance, who hugs you with more force

That was the last hug between you two.

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#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper x you #vance x reader #vance the black phone #the black phone #the grabber #the black phone 2022 #robin arellano #your boyfriend yn #fem reader #x reader #female reader #vinnie x reader

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deadbydad · 2 years

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Vance: *tapping the table* Robin: *tapping back* Bruce: What are they doing? Finney: They're talking to each other in morse code Bruce: Oh Robin: *taps the table aggressively* Vance: *taps even more aggressively* Robin, slamming his hand on the table: You fucking take that back!

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

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0tt-3r · 2 years

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Cuddling ft. The Black Phone's characters:

Including: Vance Hopper, Bruce Yamada, Robin Arellano, Finney Blake

Tw: none

Author's note: Hi! English isn't my native language so please be kind if there's any mistakes!! <3

Vance Hopper:

- I think we all agree that Vance isn't a lovey-dovey type of person but listen--

- If he had a rough day, he is the one who will cuddle you just to relax his nerves <3 Like it's one of those hugs when you just don't move for hours-

- He'll hide his face in the crook of your neck because he likes the way you smell 🥲🤌

- Lazy rainy nights cuddling with him in your bed while watching the rain landing on your bedroom's window 💳💥💥

- But if you are the one hugging him out of the blue, he might not appreciate it, especially if you're in public 💀

Bruce Yamada:

- Unlike Vance, Bruce wouldn't mind if you hug him whenever you want!

- Usually he hugs you when he just won a match with his team or after a long day of school <3

- I just feel like he is the type of person to hug you real tight, like he's just so happy to see you that he can't control his strength 💀

- head pats >>>

- When you're cuddling in his bedroom, you're discussing of your day at school or his training, sometimes he'll even share his worries about the next match!

- Tells you how pretty you are while cuddling 🥲

Robin Arellano:

- He's definitely the type of person to rest his chin on top of your head and rub your back slowly when you are cuddling-

- Big protective vibes 😩🤌

- Like Vance, he isn't really into hugging in public, but if you seem to be in a bad mood he'll give you a quick hug and a kiss on your forehead

- When you're cuddling at your house, he lets you play with his hair, braid them, brushing them etc

- His cuddles are not especially tight like Bruce, but he definitely keep you as close as possible <3

Finney Blake:

- The sweetest guy to hug. Trust me.

- When he his hugging you, he'll keep one of his hands on your back and the other on the back of your head, it's kinda reassuring 🥲

- If you're at his house, expect Gwen trying to spy on you when you're cuddling in his bed, she'll tease Finn about it all day, saying how cheesy he looks 💀

- You see the honeymoon hug position?? His hugs are exactly like that <3

- He smile so softly when he hugging you I can't--

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f1inl3ey · 2 years

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You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that this man would be homophobic because it’s the 70s?

Sorry to break it to you but that’s a homosexual. That man is as straight as a circle. Boy kisser.

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ellemfaoh · 2 years

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Pinball, Hair, and Detention Pt. 1 | Vance Hopper x Reader

Part 1 (here) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Word Count: 2.9k

Categories: Enemies to Lovers (eventually lol), Rivalry, Angst, Fluff, mentions of past Bruce X Reader

Content Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Mentions of Blood, Fighting, Female Reader implied

Summary: Reader and Vance have some sort of ongoing rivalry. You accidentally spilled your drink on his hair and he in turn gave you a “fresh cut.” You both end up getting detention together due to fighting. On the walk home one day— where you both live merely a block away, he barely misses your abduction and watches as you helplessly get carried away in a black van.

A/N: let’s pretend the grabber decided to start grabbing like a year or two later or smth cuz high schooler Vance and Bruce seems more plausible to me personally

A/N 2.0: Please excuse weird formatting like spaces behind paragraphs n shit. I wrote this on docs because my personal laptop is broken and my school laptops block tumblr—so all this uploading is done from my phone lol

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You never figured that walking into the Grab ‘N Go on a hot Denver summer day would have catalyzed as big a domino effect on your life as it did—and yet it did.

It was the middle of a Denver summer in 1977, the year before high school; and everyone was dealing with a week hotter than satan’s armpit. Most kids were either in their houses with the AC on full blast, in stores and the local theater, or away to go to the beach with their family. It explains why the town was just a little more empty this week. Both of your parents worked full-time jobs down in the city around an hour away, so you were confined to either your house or local entertainment attractions—the same ones you had been using since you could open your eyes. It was kind of old by the time you were twelve and stuck in your small town for yet another summer.

You were currently situated on your bed, reading last week’s edition of the Teen Beat magazine, flipping through the pages of celebrity interviews, dating tips, and latest fashion trends—which eventually got old, especially considering this was last week’s magazine. You checked the time. 12:53 PM. Probably the hottest part of the day. You only lived three blocks from the Grab N’ Go though, so if you biked or just walked quickly you probably wouldn’t get heatstroke just from being outside.

“Ugh.” You groaned, peeling yourself from the comforts of your bed. You had to change. “All of this for a magazine and some cola.” You muttered to yourself, sliding on the nearest (and hopefully clean) pair of jean shorts and exchanging your spaghetti strap pajama top for a plain white tee.

Getting out of your room and down the hall, you picked up the shoes you kicked off in the hallway yesterday and slipped them on, grabbing the $5 bill your parents left on the counter for you to order lunch with—which you were deciding to use for snacks. Maybe you’d pick up a small lunch thing on the way home. The money’s use was ‘to be determined,’ you decided.

Leaving your house and out into the Denver summer air, any amount of chill you felt on yourself before was wiped away completely. You needed to make this trip quick. What was a little jog compared to the instant relief of the too-cold Grab N’ Go?

Walking into the small convenience store was instant relief. Not too many people were around—and those that were wouldn’t bother you, the lady at the counter looked less bothered too, which was surprising since Vance Hopper was stationed at the pinball machine as per usual. Maybe it was because no one who would piss him off was there. Then again, anyone who bothers Vance must have a death wish.

Grabbing a soda and the new edition of Teen Beat, you walked over to the counter and slid the money over, opening the drink and quenching your thirst for a cold drink. Taking the return cash the lady gave you, you walked over to the exit, flipping through some pages absentmindedly. It was this exact moment where life seemed to have changed forever. An excited kid—probably an elementary schooler if you had to guess, ran into your arm, causing your soda to splash out of the bottle. You definitely had a death wish now, because your soda got all over Vance Hopper; the sugary drink now in his hair and on his back.

When the losing chime of the pinball sounded around the store and the blonde went still, the air in the mart tensed. Everyone was waiting. Watching. You didn’t bother to wait either, quickly speeding out of the store. Maybe he wouldn’t remember your face. You had never really talked with him before, the most you had done was look at him a few times in classes you had previously shared.

You had drank a little more soda and tossed it in the nearest trash. Sure you were running away from what was probably certain death, but you already bought the soda. Might as well finish what’s left before running away. You rolled up your magazine and tucked it into a pocket before moving into a slight jog to go back home. Or maybe you should go get something from a restaurant. Usually when you commit an unsaid crime hiding in unexpected places could benefit. You barely made it a block away before you heard Vance shout at you, his footsteps getting increasingly louder.

“Hey dumb shit! You just got your soda shit all over me!”

You sped up, breaking into a run and not responding to him. If you made it home in time then maybe he’d leave you alone. But what about school? You’d have to change your name and face and move across the country.

“I’m going to kill you!” Now he was running after you. He wasn’t unused to running after kids who fucked with him, so he was pretty used to this kinda thing. And he was fast at it too. “Gotcha!”

You yelped when you were grabbed and thrown down onto the grass next to the sidewalk. At least you were next to a park. Maybe God would be a little more merciful today, considering you could’ve been thrown onto the pavement. You really hoped that the next thing that would happen would be you getting saved right before he starts beating your head into the ground. You really didn’t feel like going to the ER today, and your mom would be pissed about how you knew you shouldn’t start shit with ‘Vance fucking Hopper.’ Your dad would probably beat you for a second time over the medical bills.

“I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” You pleaded, choosing to explain yourself as he straddled your waist, keeping you in place between his legs as he grabbed at your shirt collar. Maybe he’d punch you softer? “Some kid ran into my arm! I promise I’d never bother you ever, Hopper!”

Vance just started down at you, fist by his side, assessing your words. “Huh.” He said, letting your shirt go as your upper body fell to the ground. Now you were winded. Better than the alternative. “Guess I’ll just get a similar payback then.”

You watched in horror as he pulled out a pocket knife. What was he gonna do? Carve his name into you? Cut up your face? Oh god, he was gonna murder you. With a not-so-gentle hand, the blonde boy pulled your hair, hands threaded firmly in your locks. “What…?”

Vance cut off a good length of your hair, and you watched in horror (as best you could) at the hack job. What previously used to be your clean-cut hair was now resting on the floor or cut in the most uneven way possible. Maybe a bright side would be the fact you had the layers all of your hairstylists could never give you. After he was finished, he stood up and looked at the hair in his fist while you sat there crying. “Now we’re even.” He said, tossing the rest of your hair into the grass next to you.

That was the start of your burning hatred for Vance Hopper.

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High School had finally started a few weeks after your and Vance’s incident. At least your hair could grow into its new form for a little bit. To say your mom was angry when she came home that night to find your hair hacked up was an understatement. She was livid—ranting about, ‘how could you let this happen?!’ And, ‘We need to schedule you an appointment with Shelly immediately.’ You had to hand it to your mom and Shelly though; cuz they got your hair not looking as horrible as it did. Hell, they even kept the layers, which was actually really nice. As you walked through the halls, you could tell there were a few people talking about your hair. It made sense though, considering you ended school with longer hair.

You walked up to your friend, Bruce Yamada, leaning against his neighboring locker as you let out a quiet groan of exhaustion and annoyance. He just chuckled and closed his locker, slinging his bag over his shoulder and gave you a light punch in the shoulder. “Spur of the moment decision, or did you get caught in something?”

“Does Vance Hopper count?”

“Yikes.”

You quickly socked him in the shoulder, lips turned into a frown as you looked at him. Bruce just gave a light chuckle and apologized for the remark while rubbing his shoulder. You weren’t by any means a crazily strong badass, but you can pack quite a mean punch. Just not against Vance Hopper, or Robin Arellano. Though, after your run-in with Vance this summer, you did practice your swings and basic attacks—just in case, you thought,

“Whatever, let’s just go to class.” You sighed, grabbing Bruce by his backpack strap and pulling on him. You two were lucky to have three out of your six of your classes together, and they were in every other class period, so it wouldn’t be horrible.

Rolling into your first period, which was Biology, you were relieved to not see a certain blonde-headed dickhead anywhere around. Bruce chuckled at you when you let out a sigh of relief and dragged you to the last available seats that were next to each other. You both would be damned if you didn’t sit next to each other. Bruce wanted someone to help keep his ‘crazy fans,’ as you dubbed it, away from him. You? You just didn’t really wanna sit next to someone you didn’t know well. You really hated the awkward silence when the teacher asked you guys to do the ‘get to know your classmate’ activities.

“Class one cleared.” He whispered to you, getting a giggle out of you. That was the nice part of being friends with Bruce, is that he always knew how to keep the mood light. Previously, a few summers ago, you both dated. It wasn’t anything big, and it just felt like being friends. You both decided to just keep up with the friends thing, considering there was no romantic chemistry there. Now you were both the other’s special person. Bruce’s break-ups, your family issues, no secret was kept between you two.

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After Biology ended and you started heading toward English, your stomach lurched up your throat. Vance Hopper was right in front of you. Luckily he was walking forward so he didn’t see you, but you almost bumped into him for a second time. You didn’t need to be re-acquainted with his pocket knife again. You saw a small space in the hallway clear out and give you a direct ‘in’ into your English classroom, so you quickly ducked your head and hurried into the classroom, finding a seat in the back of the class next to the windows. Thank god this spot was still open.

You set your bag down on your desk and laid your head on top of it, listening to the buzz of kids talking with their friends as they entered the classroom. What was a short 5-minute power nap gonna do? Just before you could relax fully though, the buzz turned into a quiet hum suddenly. It was weird. Did the teacher walk in? Was it Mr. Manning? He was the worst teacher to have. You lifted your head up to see what the quietness was about, expecting to see a balding middle aged man at the front of the class, but you were met with Vance Hopper.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, watching him walk up to you.

“Hey dipshit, you’re in my seat.”

The kids in the classroom visibly tensed as he spoke to you, watching as you gave him a tired look. You knew the easy path would be to relinquish your seat and move, but you were particularly pissed at him. You didn’t want to give him the right to walk all over you. It was the middle of a school day—what was he gonna do?

“No I’m not. I’m in my seat.”

Vance gave you an angry look, standing right next to you. “Do I need to cut off your tongue next? I’m telling you to–”

“Everyone sit down and be quiet. I’m taking attendance.” Your teacher walked in, and what did you know? Mr. Manning. “Also, these are your seats for the rest of the school year, so enjoy.” Everyone looked up at him, waiting for him to finish with whatever paper he had in his hands. Please look up. Please notice Vance. “Hopper! I know about you. Sit your ass down.” He said, pointing at the seat next to you. Fuck. That wasn’t occupied?

Vance gave you one more angry glare before dropping his stuff and sitting down begrudgingly in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Well, at least Vance wouldn’t be able to torment you too much here. When you looked up though, he slid his finger across his throat. A warning.

You’re dead.

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“I’m telling you Bruce, he kept kicking my legs during class! It hurt like a bitch too. Have you seen his boots? I’m gonna die.” You finish telling Bruce, sitting at your table and chewing angrily on your sandwich. It was Friday, the last day of the first week of school, and you were just hours from 48 hours of freedom from Vance Hopper. “And I have to deal with him in history next.” Yes, you had Vance Hopper in two of your classes

“Wow. Good luck.” He says, trading you his apple for your peach. “I mean, good luck with getting through high school. With Vance in your classes and all.”

“Your support speaks volumes.” You say flatly, laughing along with Bruce. You couldn’t ask for a better friend—he just always made things feel so much better.

That was until you felt a cold substance coat your head entirely, slowly dripping in your hair to your clothes. Vance fucking Hopper just poured his milk all over you. Bruce just stared at you for a second, standing up instantly as you took a moment to process what happened and wipe the milk off of your face.

“What’s your problem with (Y/N), man?!” Bruce shouted at Vance, the blonde walking away with a cocky smirk.

“I mistook her for a trash can, my bad.” He chuckled, kids turning to look at the commotion building. “Maybe you shouldn’t hang around her so much, you wouldn’t want me to have to—“

Vance was met with a right hook to the face, not expecting you to fight back ever. The first time you had cried over a simple accident, but now you were swinging at him? Oh were you getting bold. He blinked in shock for a moment, pressing a hand to his face and looking at you. Maybe now would be a good time to back down and accept what you had coming, but you were feeling really stupid today.

He seized you by your collar, holding you close as he growled out, “You’ll regret that when you’re six feet under, you bitch.”

You spat in his face, kicking at his knee to get him to let go—which he did, and you fell back to the ground with all your body weight, watching him wipe the spit from his face as he wound back and gave you a good kick to your legs, a yelp caught in your throat. Now the entire cafeteria had eyes on you both, kids watching in horror, shock, and excitement. You’d love to see these kids go toe-to-toe with Vance Hopper the way you were now.

After a short while of fighting, you and Vance were on the floor. Scratches, bites, punches, hair pulling. Blood, and bruises, and welts. Vance’s arms were for sure fucked to hell and back, but he did a large number to your torso. You would totally believe it if you were told you broke a rib. It wasn’t long before Bruce had run back in with security and staff, watching the two of you get pulled apart.

Vance had a bruise already taking place on his cheek and his arms were visibly harmed—hell, you even got a hold of some of his hair. The previously fluffy but somewhat tamed mop on his head was now a mess of tangles and abuse. You meanwhile had a bloody nose, and you were holding an arm around your stomach, knees wobbly. While you managed to get back at Vance in your own way, you definitely took the brunt of the beating, and not to mention the milk in your hair was still there.

Vance fought against the grip on his arms like an angry restrained dog, while you stared at the floor, walking to the office with the teacher who was next to you. Looking over at Bruce, he mouthed a ‘sorry’ and you just gave him a small smile, shaking your head. You could always count on Bruce to somehow end up a hero in a sense. With a last look back at Vance, he also walked in defeat to the office, refusing to look at you. What a fucking asshole.

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Vance Hopper x F! Reader

Protective and Fluff

Bronze Medal

The arcade's lights glowed on the dark walls. Vance snuck glances at you while maintaining a strict focus on his game, his knuckles turned white as he jerked the handle to the pinball machine. He was so close—just one more pull and he would be bragging about breaking another high score.

"What the hell" His nose scrunched in disgust as he looked at you again. The grip on the machine faltered, making him lose his process. The group around him let out sly snickers and gasps. Vance looked back at the game, pushing out a string of sore loser curses. But he couldn't be completely mad– especially not when a 5'4 idiot was talking to you.

Vance grumbled, shoving in another token, restarting his technique, making slow affirmations that you'll be by his side in a blink of an eye. He rapidly climbed the point system, and more kids wandered up, silently praying for his downfall.

"You live around here?" The shaggy brunette pushed his hair back. You shooked your head, trying to get a peak at Vance between all the crowded bodies. "Maybe after we get to know each other, I could walk you home?" He smiled, the neon lights made his braces shine.

You awkwardly laughed, biting the inside of your cheek. You didn't want to hurt his feelings but you didn't want to lead him on. "I'm sorry, I already have someone walking me home" You made a gesture towards Vance, who had his tongue poked out the side of his mouth in concentration.

"I'm sure he'll understand" He didn't get the hint...? He leaned forward, placing an elbow on the space next to your head to prop his head up. "We could always go somewhere else to get to know each other" He smirked, his lips parting while his eyes flickered go your lips.

You started to subconsciously chuckle, your brain panicking for the nearest exit. "I'm not interested in you, I have a boyfriend who would definitely not understand" You placed a hand on his chest, hoping to nudge him backward.

"I'm known to change female's mind" But he didn't—instead he leaned in closer.

It was an instinct for Vance to check on you or look at you for support whenever he was about to beat another score. He grinned, watching the ball hit sounds and blinding lights. However, the cocky ego was shot down multiple pegs when he saw the same guy with you, and he was kissing you.

He didn't wait for a second, pushing past the nosy children, marching over towards you. The many groans and protests fell behind him. You felt a harsh force pull you to the side. You yelped, clutching on the closest would figure. "What the fuck" By his pale knuckles, gripping your waist, you could tell Vance was holding back.

You looked up, an apology is already on tongue. You were his girlfriend, you shouldn't have let the situation develop as much as it did. Yet, he was burning holes in the boundary-crossing boy. The boy held his hands up in defense, his smirk dropping down to a quivering smile. "She didn't say she had a boyfriend"

You frowned, your eye twitching as you were about to argue against his statement. Vance let go of you, stepping up to the guy, he wrapped his hand around his collar. The boy's body made a thump when it connected to the wall. The group that was once admiring Vance play was now frozen, muttering about the scene.

"Don't fucking lie to me, dip shit" Vance swore, his fingers twitched closer to the guy's neck. Your brain took a long moment to process the slight choking noises. You were all for letting Vance beat up an asshole but getting kicked out of another place wasn't on your to-do list.

He leaned in, whispering something in the boy's ear. "—you understand me?" Vance applied more pressure on the blabbering male. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing a connection between flesh happen. Vance pulled back his arm again, swinging it forward. The wide bruise on the boy's cheek grew, and his body suddenly limp.

Vance dropped the boy, his body crumbling to the ground. He was in the middle of kneeling and hitting him again when you spoke, "Let's go". You knew he heard you by the way his shoulders tensed, and his scarcely head turned. Vance's arm was still in the air, his fist clutched above the guy's face.

You sighed, turning around, and making a beeline to the door.

The cold wind hits your face. Your hands wrapped around your abdomen, bile scratching the side of your esophagus. The arcade's door chimed, and Vance slammed through, a deathly sneer on his face. He was already lettering something along the lines of "Someone had to teach that prick a lesson"

You huffed, kicking stranded pebbles across the concrete. You began to walk down the sidewalk. "I saved you from going to juvie" You chuckled, the heel of your shoes scratching on the pavement. His knuckles brushed past yours.

He started a few angry grumbling. You hide your laugh by readjusting your voice and intertwining your fingers. Vance's hand was calloused and rough but felt sweaty while being held by yours. He paused his furious breathing, allowing silence to consume the moment.

Distant barks of dogs echoed down the sidewalk. The branches of trees tussled, a few leaves drifting to the ground. "Did you..." Vance's voice gets lost in his throat. His hold on your hand got tighter. "Did you let him kiss you?" The words sounded forced, making the angsty sentiment evaporate.

You looked up at him, cocking your head to the side. "He didn't kiss me. And I would have never let that happen" You deadpanned in confusion. His long dirty blonde curls were stacked on his face, so you couldn't study his facial expression. Vance looked at you, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. You would've passed the movement as relief but you knew Vance way too well for that.

"What did you do...?" You hesitated, remembering Vance didn't immediately follow you after you left the scene.

"I thought he kissed you—" He darted his tongue over his lip, bringing your closed hands to his mouth. His lips moved over your skin, a grin plastering on the back of your hand. "—so I busted his lip"

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lexix001 · 2 years

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Finney: MY STOMACH HURTS REALLY BAD *sobbing*

Finney; DON'T TOUCH ME

Bruce; WHERE IS Y/N??

Robin; *in call with you* yeah blue shirt is being a little aggressive right now where are you

Finney; ITS LIKE I'M GIVING BIRTH PLEASE HURRY UP.

y/n; its seven in the morning

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

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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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rainnmaybank · 1 year

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Safe once again

vance x reader (GN)

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warnings!!: mentions of bad parent relations, breakups

like most nights, this one was miserable. rain poured down drenching the aura around. y/n was wet down to the bones. small flows of lightning swam through the clouds lighting up the surrounding.

it seemed to be fight after fight, i didn’t matter if it was with their parents, friends or best friend. no matter where they went arguments sparked and burned them.

that night was worse then it ever had been, her mother spoke words she knew she didn’t truly mean. y/n never forgot words spoken out of anger.

the words rang through their head over, and over, and over again. “maybe you should leave, all you’re doing is annoying everyone”

in y/n’s mind that translated to we don’t like you, we don’t want you. like being kicked out by the only people you ever loved, heart wrenching pain snuck it’s way though their veins the farther they ran.

no particular place in mind, y/n just needed to get away from it all.

the storm rolled in quicker, wind picking up and thunder rumbling closer. the grab-n-go. of course that as the only place still open at this time of night.

y/n pushed on the door, ringing the bell over their head mixed with the howling noise of nature.

there was nothing they could do but wait for the storm to lessen. roaming around the store to seem busy, boys pushed and shoved each other around the infamous pin ball machine. she knew who was there.

y/n kept their head down, tear stained cheeks didn’t mix well with fluorescent lights.

eventually y/n had came face to face with the last aisle, the end showed the boys whom had been making all the noise.

y/n paced themselves walking down that row, not wanting to reach the end to quickly.

to say y/n was sad was an understatement. anxiety crept through their veins now, all that they had know just threw them away. deep sense of dread flooded their mind, heavy thoughts ran like a river. feeling how it felt to no longer have unconditional love, nobody ever realizing how damaging that really is.

every step brought them closer to the end, pace after pace. their mind never silenced. it spoke so loud they hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten to the boys. stopping themselves before running into them.

y/n raised their head only to be faced with the one and only boy who’d ever broken their heart.

vance.

for a moment it was like the whole world had stopped, their mind stopped, the sounds muffled in her ears.

he was exactly what they needed, what they missed. even if both of them were chaotic, they brought unspeakable peace to mind.

like starting death in the face, beautiful calming death. their worst nightmare but only need. they didn’t dare to speak a word in fear their voice would fail them.

like stabbing in their heart, pain intensified over their body, they weighed heavy to the ground.

vance glared over feeling the presence of someone not in his little group, a smug look covered his face till he noticed it was y/n.

his hands stopped playing as his mind lost focus, friends behind him confused looked at eachother then over at y/n, reading the room they stepped away from the two.

vance stepped away from the pinball machine examining y/n’s face as he approached them.

“you’ve been crying” damn those fluorescent lights. y/n spoke lightly “no i haven’t, it was the rain” they waved their hand towards the window. “yeah right, i wasn’t born yesterday y/n, what happened?” his hand moved brushing stray hair from their face

the warmth floating off his body was enough to crack y/n, tears swelled within their eyes once again, parting their lips and taking a deep breath y/n went to speak

vance stepped closer rubbing his thumb over their cheek, his voice was gentle in a way you hadn’t heard in a some time “tell me what happened” y/n slightly leaned into his hand as they began to speak.

“my mom…” was all they got out before the water works hit, that was all vance needed to hear pulling them into a tight hug.

vance waves bye to his friends as he took y/n out helping them into the passenger seat of his truck.

knowing the last place y/n would want to go was home, he took them to his place. his parents weren’t home.

y/n glazed outside watching rain drops racing down the window, the lightning light up their small town in ways it never had before.

stormy nights are just like stormy thoughts.

vance had brought them inside, handing them clean dry clothes and starting the shower, y/n was chilled to the bone from the cold drops of the sky.

he waited for them outside the door, sat against the wall thinking to himself.

the bathroom door creaked open to reveal a much warmer looking y/n, his heart skipped beats at the sight of them in his clothes once again.

pushing himself from the floor his body moved faster then his thoughts as he embraced them.

y/n had no fight left within, falling into his arms.

a safe place that never seems to run out of safety.

that’s what he was for them.

vance took them back to his room, “get comfy i’ll be right back” y/n nodded, exhaustion filled every inch of their body, back clashing into the mattress their eyes laid heavy.

it wasn’t long before vance had returned handing them a glass of water and a plate with their favourite cookies on it.

y/n smiled sleepily accepting his offer

they spoke few words as they shared cookies, warmth finally wrapped around the pair as y/n’s eyes closed small hums coming from their lips, vance smiled to himself taking the glass from their hands placing it on the nightstand.

he turned off the lamp beside him, wrapped his arms around y/n he sighed holding their body to his own.

vance was at peace once again.

y/n was safe in her mind.

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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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mirrorballshiningjustforyou · 2 years

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Vance Hopper x Girly Reader

Your clothing styles are obviously very much different.

The agressive metalhead and the really girly girl. Good mix but very unusual.

He doesn't get the dresses, skirts, or leggings. Thinks they're stupid. Me too Vance, me too. :)

But he's still supportive of your sense of fashion/style if you wanna word it that way.

Don't be shy, empty Vance's pockets. He'll buy you whatever you want under 100 dollars-

He'll buy accessories and stuff that he thinks you might like.

Just make an effort of paying him back, it doesn't have to be money. Maybe a favor.

Huge shocker when people know for sure it's official.

You seem so nice and he's...well he's Vance hopper :)

Every edgy girl that has a crush on him is sobbing and crying.

Bonus if you're quiet and nice. He wants a girlfriend that's the total opposite of him.

Not mean, aggressive, or loud. Damn my writing makes me realize he would never get with me. Damn.

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havocskies · 2 years

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Hi! How you doing? Idk if u write yandere (If u don't feel free to delete this!!) if yes could u write some soft yandere hcs for Vance? Have a nice day!

👻- anon

OVERPROTECTIVE VANCE HOPPER HEADCANONS

hi hi hello !!! i do not write yandere things but i will write overprotective/protective ! thank you so much for the request !

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vance isn't very good at handling his emotions in general so sometimes he's not exactly sure on how protective he should be , he just knows he wants to protect you

he cares abt you a lot which means nothing's happening to you. like at all

he's the toughest kid at school so most people don't even try

if they do though they're paying for it in the worst ways imaginable

someone says something even slightly rude to you? yea he's gonna make them fear for their life

he tried his best to keep his anger under control especially for you so most of the time he doesn't actually do much. they might get grabbed by the shoulders or thrown a bit but that's the least of what he usually does so it's better than the other option

when they test him however he's SERIOUS

pretty sure brady confirmed him to be a sociopath and that if you mess w him he comes back worse

so yea you're basically safe from pretty much everything

other than being an absolute menace to everyone around that he thinks might cause you an ounce of any kind of harm he's genuinely really sweet towards you

maybe not exactly romantic simply bc he's a little awkward (he doesn't get into many romantic relationships due to his habits of threatening people daily) but it'll be clear he favors you over others

he'll let you wear his jacket every once in a while just bc the happiness it gives you makes him even happier than you are (even if the scowl on his face doesn't show it)

he'd be hesitant to let you wear his choker since his mom made it for him but after a while he'd probably let you wear it while he could make sure it didn't get ruined or anything

anyway back to the protective stuff

he occasionally (often) misjudges when he's actually needed

someone bumped into you in the hall? they're now bumped against the lockers by their shoulders and being yelled at

very awkward conversation afterwards bc he'd try his best to defend his behavior

would make it up to you in some subtle way. might buy you a bag of chips a week later when you've already forgotten abt the whole ordeal

he's not good at apologizing like AT ALL simply bc he just doesn't do it often. the most apologizing he does is to his mom when he's at the police station again

his definition of apologizing after a fight between him and someone he thought was a threat to you would be him buying you something tbh

not many apologies through words

dude is horrible at communicating in general honestly

he would NOT be abusive in the slightest. honestly he'd be the absolute opposite

he looks very intimidating (and he is) but he loves being close to you and sharing moments when no one else is around

he's not too big on pda unless someone is flirting w you

then you get an arm around you and the other person gets a fist to their face

most romantic gesture you'd ever get from him honestly

if you ever had any bullies before you started dating you definitely don't anymore

even if you kept it a secret from him he'd find out somehow one way or another

he'd likely be a little upset w you for not telling him but he wouldn't take it out on you in the slightest

honestly it's all gonna be taken out on the bullies

he's definitely been dragged away by cops a couple of times because he wanted to protect you

even though he's not that good at communication from his side if you ever stated his overprotective behavior bothered you he'd try his best to fix it

of course he'd still let his anger control him every once in a while but most of the time he'd ask you for permission to beat them up before he actually does

vance has a dude hanging from the collar of his shirt and just casually looks to you for permission to knock him out

very satisfied when you say yes

whenever you say no though he huffs in a disappointed matter but drops him n just walks away grumbling

probably abt how you shouldn't let people walk all over you n he could've helped

still not necessarily upset w you though

vance would probably leave in order to calm himself down and take you w him bc you're one of the number 1 people to calm him down, his mom being the only other one

he genuinely just loves you so much

dude cannot stand to see you upset in any way

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