How To Not End Up Dead ~~ A Vance HopperXReader Story

Sorry

He took me to his room which was scattered with cans of Dr. Pepper. His bed was all messed up and his counters had bottles of hairspray and hairgels. He has several holes in his wall all looking like they were punched in and then i looked to the closet seeing a small set of matching pajamas shoved into it. "What are you doing out this late? Are you trying to get kidnapped." he whisper yelled at me.

Suddenly the daunting realization came to me. The reason i was here anyway. "Right." i sighed and he sat down on his bed. I stayed standing and took a deep breath so i could start. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you or hit you and i'm sorry i called you an asshole." i started. "I didn't feel like talking and i know that's no excuse and you have every right to be mad at me. I just wanted you to know that. It wasn't personal at all, in fact i think your really fun to talk to, i just didn't feel like talking at all with anyone in that moment." i looked at him nodding my head assuring myself i said everything i needed to. "What?" he rubbed his eyes. "Whatever." i rolled my eyes and started to walk out. "I was just kidding." he grabbed my wrist and i winced.

He turned on his lamp and saw both my wrists were bruised. "Damn it." he hit his head with his fist. "I'm so sorry i didn't mean to." he got up and walked out leaving me sitting on his bed. He quickly came back with a bag of ice and tossed it to me. "It's fine. I shouldn't have pushed you into talking to me." he sighed. "It was totally not your fault i just."

"Robins missing." i laughed. "Oh." he looked around the room. He looked everywhere just not at me. "Yeah. That's all i just wanted to let you know. It wasn't your fault at all. I hurt you but you didn't deserve it." i got up and he copied me almost immediately. "Don't worry about it, i guess i was kinda an ass too." "When are you not?" i laughed. "I'm sorry, this is supposed to be an apology?" "Shut up." i laughed.

The light suddenly hit his face and it was bruised his eyebrow cut down the middle and his hair matted with blood. "What the-" "Don't worry about it." he started. "No shit i'm gonna worry about it what'd you do?" i sat him down quickly. "Just another day at the Grab n Go." he laughed. I didn't laugh instead i placed the ice on him focusing on his upper cheekbone since that was the most bruised area. "Fuck." he groaned scrunching his nose. "Why do you this shit Vance?" "I don't know, i can't control it." he said. "You need to learn how." i sighed and lifted his hair out of his face. "First aid?" i asked. "Under the bed behind the big brown box." "Whats in here?" i asked. "Don't open it y/n." he said sternly.
"Geez"

I grabbed the first aid kit and opened it opening a package of alcohol wipes. "This is gonna sting. Like a lot." i laughed. "Do it."
"Bitch." he smacked my hand away. "This is so not my fault." i smacked his hand back. "Okay go."
I placed it on his eyebrow wiping away the dried blood. "Ew." i threw out the wipe opening a bandaid and placing it on his brow. "Okay what are we gonna do about this hair?" i touched his curls barely being able to run my fingers through it before taking them out seeing them covered in blood. "Where's your bathroom?" i asked. "You're not touching my hair." he got up and walked me to the bathroom. "You have to wash it it's disgusting." i gagged. "That's what the shower heads for."

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He got out with his hair all wet and his curls more defined than ever. He asked me to pass him certain products in a certain order and i couldn't help but laugh at him. "Tell anyone about this and i'll kill you." he pointed his finger at me. "Sure you will." i smacked his finger out of my face. "You're lucky i tolerate you." he said in an i told you so manner. "You're lucky i tolerate you" i scoffed and threw him a small hair towel.

"I'm really sorry about Robin missing." "It's like i'm a curse." i groaned and flopped onto his bed. He flopped down next to me and turned his head. "What do you mean?"
"I talked to Bruce. Right before he was kidnapped." "And i didn't walk home with Robin. After that he was kidnapped." i said. "You might wanna leave then in not trying to kidnapped." he joked. "You're a jerk." "I'm funny." he shrugged. "And your not a curse , you just happened to have a couple of shitty days." "Don't i know it." i snorted. "You're hair looks pretty" i smiled looking at his freshly washed curls boing up. "Pretty?" "Yeah." "That's a little girly don't you think?" "You wear a flower choker." i laughed. "It's stylish."

"Do you like your hair long?" i asked him. "Not really." "Why don't you cut it?" "My mom likes it." he suddenly went wide eyed. "Don't tell anyone i said that." he looked at me. "You got it." i smiled. Vance Hopper isn't such an asshole after all. "My bangs are getting a little long though." he said as they fell onto his eyes blocking them. "I can cut it for you." "Really?" "I don't anything else to do." i inhaled deeply. "Ok." he sat up and handed me a pair of scissors he had atop his drawers. "Sit still." "Oh i don't know if i can do that." "Still as still as you can. And bend down." i sat behind him.

I snipped bits of his hair off catching the bits in my hand and placing them into a container. "If it turns out bad i'm killing you." "Your empty threats mean nothing to me." i blew the hair into his face. "Whatever." he sighed. I continued snipping off the side until i got to the front. "Close your eyes." i told him as i grabbed his front pieces taking them in between my fingers. He opened his eyes for a second looking straight into mine. He shut them just as quickly as he opened them. "What?" i asked. "You're just so ugly." he laughed. "Fuck off." i nudged him. "Ok hold on." I put my hand on his chest trying to keep him still as i had the scissors too close to his face for comfort. His heart punched at my hand and i laughed a little feeling how fast it was going. "Are you okay?" i asked him. "Yeah.Peachy." he smiled. "mhm." i smiled. "Don't smile." he said. "You have your eyes closed how do you know i'm smiling?" "I just know you're ruining the whole vibe of my room." "Sure." i smiled. "Fuck you."

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Word Count : 2815
Guys in case atp you didn't notice i don't know how to write about romance or falling in love bc i've en ever fallen in love lol. Maybe i will one day. Maybe i will with Brady.