#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑.

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@kegkinghargrove | plotted starter.

The arcade seemed a little busier then normal, several kids flocked over near the pinball machine’s, watching as some new kid in town was just about to beat the high score. “𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.” He scowled, not taking his eyes off the game, lips pulled into a straight line as those blue eyes followed the ball, pressing appropriate buttons. He was so close; just one more tap, and—

A grunt left him as he felt his body jerk forward a little from being shoved, causing his fingers to slip and for him to lose only by a few point, a growl leaving the younger boy as he slammed his hands on the machine, rattling it before whipping his head over to see the group of kids had parted to make way for some douchebag who seemed to be looking for someone.

“𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊?” He snapped, waiting for Billy to turn around. “𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄!” It was with those words that the younger charged at him in an attempt to knock him over. Vance was a bit bigger then other kids his age; especially in the muscle mass department, so he wasn’t weak like the other kids around them. He growled as he tried to fight one of the most feared people in this town, unaware of Billy’s reputation. His elbow found its way to Billy’s stomach in an attempt to wind him and maybe catch him off guard.

However, Vance didn’t seem to know just who he was messing with. Everyone else seemed so nervous, but he didn’t care. He was too focused on his blinding rage.

#verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #kegkinghargrove #I’m sorry for him

[pinball77]

“𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.”

#DASH COMM. #looking at sharona and Billy like #in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍.

[pinball77]

OPEN STARTER.

“𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡? 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐓, 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑?”

There’s laughter that leaves him from the hit that collided with the side of his face, the taste of iron overtaking his tastebuds, and yet Vance still acted as though it was nothing. Maybe it was the adrenaline that pumped through his veins; fingers clenching and un clenching as his shoulders shook from the amusement that left him, teeth stained red with his own blood.

“𝐂’𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍!”

#OPEN STARTER. #idk what this is but #i hope someone kicks his ass lmao #in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse TBA.

[pinball77]

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋, the coolness of a steel blade resting upon the younger man’s jaw; pressed flat against the skin. Somehow it was both threatening, and not—he could torn it at any moment and press the edge to allow blood to ooze from fair skin. He doesn’t, though—not yet—fingers of his free hand curled tightly witching the fibres of @jerksredeem ‘s shirt.

Vance was protective of Gwen—most people already knew that. And when he found out that this guy was making a move on her? Well, Vance had to scope it out. Finney wouldn’t do shit, he figured, and do it was his duty to play the ‘protective older brother’ role.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐂𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐝? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?” Did he go around trying to find dirt on Steve? Find out how many women he dated before Gwen? And how many of those didn’t work out ( all of them )? The blondes head tilts, and he doesn’t even wait long enough for an actual answer. Vance already made his decision—

This guy wasn’t dating his sister.

“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐎𝐫 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?”

#jerksredeem #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #I’m very very sorry

[pinball77]

@wheelrisms liked for a starter.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

Monster hunting was never on his bucket list. In fact, when the nephew of the former chief moved here, he never believed in the monsters that apparently dwelled here—not until he had seen it for himself, and though he didn’t want to deal with any of this shit, it was better then being lost in his own thoughts.

Vance wouldn’t have expected a girl like Nancy to know how to use a gun. He stood next to her in the field, ignoring the others around them, more intrigued by the fact some perfect princess could use a rifle. He didn’t know any other girl who could use a gun; it was…surprising. Interesting, even. His switchblade idly twirled in his hand—he would just try and kill these creatures with this—but if she could teach him how to use a firearm…

“𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭.”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #wheelrisms #I dont care if he’s hoppers nephew #don’t give shin a firearm

[pinball77]

@gareththegreat liked for a starter.

1986. Vance had lived in this town with his uncle for six years now. He was known for his raging temper and attempts of property damage and violence growing up; even back when he lived in Colorado. He was known as the kid who brought a knife to a fist fight; or the kid who broke several pinball machines because he either slammed somebody into it, or tried to push one over on them because they messed up his concentration.

Vance was more then just a hot head. And now that he lived in that cabin in the woods by himself with his uncle dead ( supposedly ), any work that had been done to work on his behaviour in the last few years were thrown out the window. Vance was angry, and he didn’t care who the hell he took it out on anymore. Old habits die hard, after all.

It was easy to set him off; even a look shot at him caused him to be violent, and now poor Gareth Keefer’s face was shoved into the pavement, hand gripped tightly in curly hair and a switch blade at his throat. The older blonde hovered, a growl escaping him; lips pulled back and teeth bared like some sort of wild animal.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭, 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑? 𝐇𝐔𝐇?”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #gareththegreat #I’m sorry for him

[pinball77]

@racointeur “Would it help if I stayed?” | max.

There’s a long pause—the silence in the hospital room had been so thick and tense that the idle sounds of beeping machines and hospital staff shuffling around couldn’t slice through it. He didn’t expect to see her here—sitting at the foot of his bed as his arm was out in a cast and a sling; broken nose bandaged to keep it in place and the wound in his shoulder wrapped tight. Maybe she was here because her stupid brother was getting the wounds in his ribs patched up. Was she seeing Vance out of pity?

The question confused him—Max was different then most girls he knew. He didn’t understand why she was fine with hanging around him. Out of all of her little friends, she was the only one he tolerated the most ( minus his cousin…sister…whatever ). Gaze glanced away; colour dusted upon cheeks and he would Immediately blame it on a fever if it was mentioned. But people were weirdly nice to him in this town—maybe not everyone—but she was. His uncle was. Jane was. That’s enough for him to be weirded out by it. But Max was…she was different. It almost scared him; the way he felt about her.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫?” He couldn’t help but wince when he breathed, teeth clenching in frustration from the loss of his fight in the arcade and now his current situation—though his gaze had finally met her and therefore, Vance found himself…relaxing. A sigh left the blonde and he shrugged; defeated. He wasn’t one to admit needing somebody here but…her company was surprisingly appreciated. “𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #racointeur #anyway now they hold hands /j

[pinball77]

“…”

“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬.”

#Vance: sees billy and sharona interact #vance: disgusting #in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #DASH COMM.

[pinball77]

@blueminke sent: " you don’t look too good . " from ashton !

“𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬.”

His arm was held up by a sling and wrapped in a cast, skin bruised from the fight he had gotten into with Billy Hargrove only a few days ago. Skin was still bruised; his head still fucking hurt—gauze taped to his nose to keep the broken cartilage in place. Still, the boy was scrappy, and the fight was the talk of the town lately, and though he was down one hand, he still managed to kickass with one—even if it did hurt like a bitch. The pain pulsed gently in his body; not painful but a reminder that if he did anything too strenuous, then it would hurt.

Vance was sitting on the steps of his sister’s trailer, lips pulled into a line, frustrated with his current situation. If he saw that guy again, he was determined to kick his ass and win this time. But not in the current situation he was in. No, he wasn’t in the right shape to have a serious fight. Hell, even playing pinball was a struggle. The younger’s gaze flickered back up to Ashton, however—a brow raising curiously.

“𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭—𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞?”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #i hope this is okay!! i also hope it’s ok to assume Ashton and sharona know eachother fjfjjf #blueminke

[pinball77]

@sersumdeorsum sent: “sometimes i think you must hate me .” ( Hopper. )

“𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥.”

Words were as sharp as the switchblade that he idly twirled in his hand, gaze staring out the window of the police car, opposite elbow propped up on the edge of the window as they sat in silence after words were uttered from his uncle—until Vance had finally said something as he wiped the blood from his nose and his lip with the back of his hand from the fight he got sent home from school for.

He was a problem child. He’d heard that time and time again back in Colorado, and it hadn’t taken Vance long to accept that about himself. He was angry; he was violent—and after everything that transpired from his home life to the grabber, maybe he had gotten worse. Too much to handle for most until his uncle showed up and dealt with all the legalities to adopt him and ship him off to Indiana.

But Vance knew that his behaviour wasn’t what Jim was talking about. Somehow? This guy managed to take the kids behaviour in stride and even tried to understand him. He had done a lot more for Vance then the boys father had; which still confused the boy. He had probably seen his uncle a handful of times in his life because they lived in separate states—so this entire situation…Well, Vance just didn’t get it. He didn’t trust it. trust never came easy for him.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.” He huffed as they sat at a red light, the younger just wanting to go back home, slam the door to his room and blare Sweet on the stereo he had in his room. “𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧…𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #sersumdeorsum #From this world ; from myself ; before I grow old…Someone rescue me. — | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐌 ; 𝐉𝐈𝐌 & 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

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@sersumdeorsum sent: “when you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss.” - from hopper

“𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧! 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞!”

Not on a literal standpoint, atleast—the monster she had dealt with worse human skin; the adults of Colorado that he could never seem to trust. They always treated him like he was a lost cause; before and after what had happened. The only positive adult he seemed to have in his life was Hopper; and even that started off rocky as hell.

It was still rocky—though there had been some improvements. Minor; but the fact that Vance tolerated the older man at all was a feat of its own. The words that were spoken to him did make him think, however; elbow propped up on the table as his chin rested in his scarred palm, gaze flickering down to the wood of the table. This place was way crazier then Denver—it was like something out of a horror movie. Vance’s whole life seemed to be that way, now that he thought about it.

“𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬? 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞.” He muttered; knowing that Hopper’s words came from a good place, but the younger still refused to accept it.

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #From this world ; from myself ; before I grow old…Someone rescue me. — | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐌 ; 𝐉𝐈𝐌 & 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. #sersumdeorsum

[pinball77]

@familybyerstm sent: “Can we watch Looney Tunes now?” (Jane)

Icy gaze glances over at his ‘cousin’—sister? What the hell would he even call her? She was a brat, if anything—but when Hopper wasn’t home, it was usually just them. Vance didn’t like being alone too long, and if she wanted to leave, he’d have to go with her—which pissed him off since he didn’t get along with her pathetic little friends. Still, he tolerated Jane’s presence at most, so he wasn’t too cruel to her.

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.” He scowled, flicking through the channels with narrowed eyes focused back onto the screen in front of him. A deep exhale left him as he finally found something; some slasher movie in which he gave out a chuckle-like scoff, standing up and basically falling into the couch, feet kicked up onto the coffee table. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.”

#I’m so sorry for him #in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #hell raiser; star chaser; trail blazers. — | 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐌 ; 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 & 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

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@familybyerstm | closed starter. ( for Jane. )

Arms were crossed as he sat in the back of Hopper’s car, blue gaze staring out the window in silence. The the radio was on ( a channel Vance liked, at least, playing different rock & metal music ), he didn’t say much. A lot had happened in the past year or so—he was kidnapped. His parents were imprisoned for their negligence and he was legally adopted by his uncle. Now he was being moved from Denver to Hawkins, leaving his old life behind him.

Sort of.

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬?” His words were sharp as he grabbed his things from the car and followed Hopper inside, being showed where his room was, eyes rolling as he stepped inside and started to unpack, hearing his uncle speak on the phone in the other room. Explaining Vance’s boundaries about not wanting to be touched and why, hearing the name Joyce a few times. Who the hell was he talking to? It didn’t matter. What made him raise a brow was that he heard him tell the woman in the phone to bring Jane over.

Hopper had explained this in the car. She was basically his ‘cousin’, and she normally lived with him. But with Hopper being in Colorado for a bit because of Vance, she had stayed with the Byers. He didn’t know if the strange things in this town, or about her abilities—yet—but he did know that he was going to be living not just tone person, but two.

Time had trickled on. Vance had gotten to his tapes and albums; names like Twisted Sister, Sweet & Heavy Metal Kids amongst them as he organized them. He could hear the door push open, his expression twisting into something sour, not bringing his gaze up quite yet. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧? 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞—“ his gaze finally fell upon the girl. Oh. This must be her. A huff left him, gaze flickering back to the tapes in the box on his lap, going back to what he was doing.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭? 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤?”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍. #hell raiser; star chaser; trail blazers. — | 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐌 ; 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 & 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

[pinball77]

@mintarm sent: “Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.” ( younger )

“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄—“

The touch was what registered first before the voice; ripping his bloodied, raw knuckles away from the other quickly, gaze whipping over to him before Vance paused to see that it was just Bruce—thank god it was only Bruce. Vance’s shoulders relaxed from being so tense, and he looked away from the other boy to see the kid he just beat the shit out of running away in absolute terror.

Gaze flickered to his knuckles, staring at the blood and the broken skin—maybe he went too hard, but he didn’t really give a shit. The kid was lucky he didn’t cut him open with his switchblade instead. Vance had always been angry—he always hated the world around him and wanted to inflict pain on those who pissed him off for whatever little reason—maybe they could feel how he felt behind closed doors—or any of what had transpired in that god forsaken basement. One thought maybe the experience would humble him; but in the end, it just left Vance Hopper angrier then ever.

“𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐧.” They had grown close, surprisingly. Vance would never have chosen to be friends with Bruce, Robin or Finney—but things had changed; they had to be to be there for each other. Vance had nobody else, anyway. There was a grimace that formed on his features and the blonde sighed before he focused on his friend, brows furrowed in annoyance. He knew that Bruce wouldn’t take no for an answer. Arguing with him wouldn’t do anything. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 002. — the past. — | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋. #mintarm #oops I made it sad

[pinball77]

@richi3tozier | Plotted starter.

Pinball Vance. That’s what they called him. He was the king of pinball, the kid with the best strategy—most of the machines in this town had a high score that he beat and that others failed to surpass. Though he was known for more then that ( his short temper and violence ), playing the game was one of the few times Vance seemed relatively calm—but it was only because he was hyper focused on it as he played.

He didn’t care if people watched him. That didn’t bother him in the slightest—but it was when people started talking that it made his brow twitch, though his piercing blue gaze didn’t leave the machine at all, lips formed into a thin line as he watched intently, so extremely close to being some loser’s score and reigning supreme once more. “𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬.”

But the kid wouldn’t stop.

Richie was a sore loser—and it was clear from the annoying remarks that Vance kept hearing from him. He was getting louder and more frustrating, and eventually it caused Vance to slip; missing his chance of beating the high score by only a few points. It caused others to gasp—those that knew the rage that bubbles in the blonde’s veins as he screamed and slammed his hands on the machine before whipping his head over to the smaller boy, rushing at him and curling his fingers tightly into the fabric of his shit, slamming Richie hard into the nearest machine. Vance, unfortunately, was also a sore loser. “𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓!” he snarled, pulling the other boy back and slamming him into it again before throwing him onto the ground roughly, stepping towards him, expression filled with the fury he was about to unleash upon the other boy.

“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?”

#I need to make more icons for this kid…screenshots are hard to come by #in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse tbt. #anyway sorry for him lmao #richi3tozier

[pinball77]

@kegkinghargrove sent: "Round two, motherfucker"

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭? 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭?” There’s a sneer that leaves him as Vance idly toys with the switch made in his hand, blonde brow quirking upwards as his head tilts to the side in genuine curiosity. “𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭? 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.”

#in character. — | 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. #verse 003. — welcome to hawkins. — | 𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍.