#The black phone imagine

[angelofthenight]

Vance, sobbing: (y/n)! (y/n), I would be nothing without you! Ok?! I’m sorry! Ok? Please!

You: You called me a whore and pushed me in front of a car.

Vance: (y/n), I was in a bad mood! I told you that’s what happens after I eat!

[thewritersofdeceased]

Please can we get a grumpy x sunshine trope with vance and reader ? It's my fav trope 🤭

GRUMPY VANCE X SUNSHINE READER?? COUNT ME IN

✩ “i’m going to sleep.” “no, don’t.” “why not?” “just keep talking…please?” - @celestialwrites

" Vance, sweetheart, I'm tired." The voice of someone spoke softly, cuddled up in the arms of the famous "Pinball" Vance Hopper. That was a whole story in itself on how Y/N and Vance had began to date. But amongst them dating, Vance was practically putty in Y/N’s hands. That was something the blonde’s friend group had begun to notice. At least Bruce and Griffin had. He knew those two were the most observant of the whole group, and he despised it sometimes. A soft sigh escaped Vance as his head rested upon his lovers head, moving slightly to rest it against their shoulder now. “..no.” The blonde would mutter out, tired himself. Yet he’d never admit he was tired. The blonde constantly stayed up for hours beyond recognition, even if it was terrible for his sleep schedule. No wonder why he would always fall asleep in at least two classes. Which wasn’t a surprise to Y/N. A yawn escaped the (h/c)’d individual, who tried to move out of Vance’s hold. “I’m going to bed.” They mumbled out, earning a whine of protest from the blonde behind them. 

Vance was half awake himself, of course he was, but he didn’t want his lover to move. “..no, don’t..” The blonde behind mumbled out softly as his hold on his love never left. The two had been relaxing on the couch, Vance’s parents out for the night, at least his father. Y/N knew of Vance and his father’s relationship, and knew that it was wonky by all names in Denver. Y/N  held a partially confused look on their face as Vance spoke tiredly into their back. “...why not?” Y/N questioned their boyfriend, looking over their shoulder to the blonde, who’s face remained hidden. Vance didn’t reply for a little bit, his shoulders rising and falling at an even pace. Y/N was glad the blonde was more relaxed, but they were tired and were bound to go upstairs and pass out in their boyfriends bed. If he would let them go, that was. Vance was half awake himself, of course he was, but he didn’t want his lover to move. “..no, don’t..” The blonde behind mumbled out softly as his hold on his love never left. The two had been relaxing on the couch, Vance’s parents out for the night, at least his father. Y/N knew of Vance and his father’s relationship, and knew that it was wonky by all names in Denver. Y/N  held a partially confused look on their face as Vance spoke tiredly into their back. “...why not?” Y/N questioned their boyfriend, looking over their shoulder to the blonde, who’s face remained hidden. Vance didn’t reply for a little bit, his shoulders rising and falling at an even pace. Y/N was glad the blonde was more relaxed, but they were tired and were bound to go upstairs and pass out in their boyfriends bed. If he would let them go, that was. 

It took Vance a couple minutes of silence before the curly haired blonde spoke again. “Just.. .keep talking… please..?” His voice was soft before Y/N let out a soft sigh. “Vance, babe, how about we go upstairs so we can both be more comfortable?” They questioned as the blonde’s hold had released Y/N, allowing them to stand up. He didn’t have his vest on, just a pair of comfortable pants and a shirt with a random band on it. Something or some band he liked, most likely the band that always played on the Jukebox in the Grab N’ Go. That “Fox on the Run” song would always get stuck in their head as they’d hang at the convenient store with their boyfriend. “Yeah… yeah.. We can do that..” Vance mumbled out as Y/N gently took his hand. They knew that Vance was bound to fall asleep soon as he hit the pillows on the bed. That’s something they took note of as they dated the blonde headed boy. 

As Y/N led Vance up the stairs and pushed open the door to their boyfriend’s room, they were right on the blonde practically falling onto his bed. A soft hum of satisfaction escaped Vance as he laid on the bed, rolling onto his side so Y/N could curl into his arms. “Come onnn…” The blonde whined out, his pale blue eyes looking up to where Y/N stood. The (h/c)’d individual raised a brow slightly at their boyfriend before going to turn off the small light Vance appeared to have on a desk. Which most likely had a bunch of random scribbles or knife marks into it. Which was true when Y/N looked at the desk in question. “You need to be more careful with your desk, my love. At least it isn’t the walls.” They mumbled out as they walked over to the bed, staring down at their boyfriend for a moment. Vance moved back, making room for Y/N to climb under the covers with them. Softly, as the blonde wrapped his arms around his partner, pulling them so their back was against his chest. With a tired tone of voice escaping him, he’d mutter softly, but loud enough so his love could hear it. “...goodnight, dork..” He meant the name in a playful and loving way. No way in hell would he insult the other. “...goodnight, jerk.” Y/N replied softly, shaking their head and beginning to allow theirself to fall asleep and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere between themself and the boy behind them.

[marrziy]

Finney Blake x Male Reader

"Um dia que vale por todos"

. Sinopse: você e seu grupinho passaram a semana inteira planejando uma ida ao cinema, mas, após alguns imprevistos, apenas você e Finney conseguiram comparecer à sessão. Naquela poltrona macia, ao lado do seu melhor amigo e interesse amoroso, as borboletas se agitavam no estômago.

. Gêneros: sombrio, fluff e angst

. Avisos: "M/n", morte/sequestro subentendidos e final triste.

. Palavras: 2.5k | 3ª pessoa - passado

*essa é uma reescrita do primeiro imagine que escrevi. Tava uma bagunça antes mds 😮‍💨 minha escrita no início era tão precária

— Porra… muleque do caralho! – o garoto mais velho estava farto da insistência de M/n, com as veias pulsando na testa em pura irritação. — Eu já falei que não! Vende esses ingressos, enfia no seu cu, sei lá! Só para de encher o saco. – Vance levantou do sofá, marchando para seu quarto antes que defenestrasse o irmãozinho janela afora.

— Por favooor! – prolongando a palavra, M/n viu-se a um passo de se jogar aos pés do loiro e implorar aos prantos. — Eu pago suas fichas do fliperama por uma semana!

— Com que dinheiro? – questionou, como quem nada queria. — Nem bala de troco você tem no bolso.

— Eu faço o que você quiser por um mês inteiro!

Vance parou na entrada do quarto, interessado, já não planejando mais bater a porta na cara da pulguinha agitada às suas costas.

M/n sabia que sua vida seria um inferno durante trinta dias consecutivos, com Vance lhe atazanando por coisas banais, como encher um copo d'água e entregá-lo em suas mãos, arrumar a zona de guerra que Vance chamava de quarto e acabar com o pão de forma montando sanduíches. No entanto, chegar àquela sessão era realmente importante para M/n e seus amigos.

Sem contar que os ingressos custaram os olhos da cara.

— Quando vai ser? – Vance perguntou, e isso já serviu de confirmação para o caçula.

— Sábado! – M/n não disfarçava sua animação, o sorriso de orelha a orelha sendo apenas um dos sinais visíveis de alegria estampada na face iluminada. — Obrigado, obrigado mesmo! – abraçou o corpo maior.

Vance curvou o pescoço, tocando o topo da cabeça do irmão com o queixo.

Apesar de não ser A+ em demonstrar, por trás da carranca, bem lá no fundo, no fundo mesmo, muito lá no fundo, existia uma pequenininhazinha parcela de gentileza, e muito bem filtrada.

— Agora some da minha frente, cansei da sua cara.

Como M/n intitulava, o destino era uma tremenda vadia sem coração.

Mesmo estando na mesma série, o garoto e sua alma gêmea eram de turmas diferentes; não frequentavam a mesma sala.

M/n poderia simplesmente aguardar, afinal, Finney sempre vinha até ele. Mas a ansiedade, feito bomba, estava prestes a explodir dentro do peito, e o menino não queria ter seus membros e vísceras espalhados pelo chão da escola antes de sábado.

E, de preferência, depois de sábado também não.

Mas, se tivesse que acontecer, que fosse depois de sábado.

Além de serem amigos, M/n também desempenhava a função de escudo-sobrenome; ser parente do cara mais intimidador da escola tinha lá suas vantagens. Finney estava livre de valentões ao lado do Hopper mais novo.

No dia em que M/n percebeu que, mesmo de longe, seu irmão o protegia, a casinha de Vance em seu coração expandiu-se num quarto.

Durante o caminhar contente no corredor lotado de mini-homens e mini-mulheres, M/n teve a segunda interrogação ilustrada naquele dia ao ver Finn nadando sozinho contra a maré de corpos: "Ué… cadê Robin?". Linhas pontilhadas traçaram a silhueta do rapaz ausente.

M/n havia despertado com atraso de manhã, madrugado imaginando cenários e, consequentemente, chegando na hora exata em que a aula iria começar, acabando por não topar com os amigos na entrada. Sua primeira interrogação piscara na cabeça quando não viu Robin perambulando despreocupado enquanto todos se apressavam. Era costume do Arellano cabular o primeiro horário.

Um "oi" animado saiu dos lábios de M/n para Finney, que respondeu com um "e aí" tímido. — Fi, você sabe do Robin? – andavam devagar, perdendo lugar no refeitório, lentos para as arestas quando juntos.

— Ontem eu fui na casa dele pra ajudar com os estudos, como a gente tinha combinado, mas nem falar direito ele conseguia. Disse que, se não viesse essa semana pra escola, significaria que a febre piorou e que a gente podia ir ao cinema sem ele. – informou com desânimo, trombando em alguns ombros por focar mais no corpo ao lado que nos vários à frente.

— Ontem mesmo ele tava fazendo o nariz de gente babaca sangrar… – um biquinho de chateação protuberou nos lábios de M/n ao que a voz interna ecoava na cabeça: "a gripe não podia esperar mais um cadinho? Podia até voltar em dobro depois!" — Mas que droga! Robin era quem mais queria ver o filme. – a vadia sem coração dava descarga nos planos, como de costume.

Finney nutria a mesma frustração, mas não conseguia evitar sorrir para M/n. Ele achava a expressão do outro tão fofa! E M/n sequer percebeu, concentrado demais em chutar pedras-imaginárias-antiestresse piso liso à frente. O destino foi bondoso com o garoto, não lhe enviando nenhuma canela azarada para colorir.

— De qualquer jeito, não é como se fosse dar certo. Seu irmão com certeza não toparia levar a gente. – Finney murmurou convicto, sem saber que o quadrado havia entrado no círculo após longos minutos de insistência patética.

— Na verdade... – ao transparecer da dúvida, os olhos de Finney transbordaram esperança na direção de M/n. — Precisei oferecer minha mão de obra em troca, mas o cabeludo aceitou sim.

— Que massa! Pelo menos alguma coisa deu certo. Mas então… Como vai ser? – Finney escorreu um braço em volta do pescoço de M/n, aproximando-se para ouvir bem.

Páprica temperava as bochechas jovens.

As horas monótonas de algarismos e par��grafos terminaram em perfeita sincronia com o fim do lacrimejar das nuvens.

Tempestades eram frequentes naquela estação; M/n estava cogitando orar ao pé da cama pela imunidade daqueles que importavam para o seu fim de semana perfeito.

Ele voltava para casa na companhia de Finney, as borrachas dos tênis arrastando na água que escurecia o concreto de uma calçada direita.

Avançavam lentamente sobre os pingos de maio.

Porque rir e andar não era uma união muito harmoniosa.

M/n havia pedido ao amigo que o fizesse sorrir, e Finney contou uma piada terrível. M/n não esperava algo tão ruim e ria justamente pelo baixo nível.

Os dois não faziam questão de que o tempo voasse.

— Pulguinha!

Uma voz alta e conhecida chamou à distância. Girando os calcanhares, o par notou Vance ainda na entrada do colégio, encarando-os.

— Aonde pensa que vai?

M/n ficou na ponta dos pés, inclinando a parte superior do corpo para frente, como se isso ampliasse a voz. — Ué, tô indo embora! – devido à distância, o diálogo seguia em tons elevados.

Ele planejava ir pela rua mais longa, querendo passar mais tempo com Finney; sempre fez assim, e, quando o amigo pousava no lar, ele concluía o restante do caminho sozinho.

Entretanto, nos últimos dias, surgiu um empecilho chamado Vance, que com todos os retratos grudados nos postes e estampados nas caixas de leite, adotou um lado protetor que não conhecia muito bem.

— Nem fudendo, pode voltar! Você vem comigo, pirralho.

M/n sabia que protestar não adiantaria; seu irmão era capaz de apagá-lo e carregar seu corpo inconsciente até chegarem em casa. Finney não morava tão longe dali, regressar era tranquilo. Então, M/n se despediu do garoto com um longo abraço, pensando se encerrava o contato com um beijo na bochecha ou não.

— Tchau, Finn! – o menino em colapso disse sem freios, estalando rapidamente os lábios no lado esquerdo do rosto alheio e correndo rumo à versão alternativa da Cachinhos Dourados, que testemunhava toda a cena com um sorrisinho no canto da boca.

— Até… – Finney entrou em parafuso, tocando com os dedos a pele beijada. — amanhã…

Vance usaria uma identidade falsa para entrar na sessão com dois menores de idade. Concluída a parte complicada, deixaria Finney e M/n por ali. Quando o filme acabasse, bastaria que os garotos se misturassem na multidão ao saírem. Poderia dar errado?

De cabo a rabo.

Depois de pedir a identidade, a ruiva atrás do balcão passou a encarar Vance fixamente. Naquele momento, só se ouvia o barulho do chiclete que ela mascava.

— O que foi? – Vance perguntou, engolindo o "porra" que quase saiu no fim da frase.

E, logo atrás do embaraço, os orquestrantes aguardavam.

M/n sentia o nervosismo de Finney; ele estava inquieto, provavelmente pensando no pior. M/n queria segurar a mão dele, mas ambos estavam ocupados demais tentando manter o equilíbrio com a quantidade de besteiras que compraram.

— Eu tenho a genética boa. – Vance abriu um falso sorriso galanteador para a mulher, certeiro, ainda que zerado na sinceridade.

— Vai logo. – ela devolveu o 'documento', resmungando um "xispa" e gesticulando com os dedos.

M/n sorria tão largamente que as maçãs do rosto doíam. Finney estava desacreditado; tinha em mente os piores finais e, no fim, tudo deu certo.

Os dois trocavam risadinhas entre si enquanto Vance, liderando o caminho, sussurrava os piores xingamentos que poderiam sair da boca de um ser humano, jurando que nunca mais faria algo do tipo. Ele tinha absoluta certeza de que sentira a pressão abaixar quando a possibilidade de ser pego pintou a cabeça. Vance não queria ter outro papo com a polícia.

Uma boa grana por pouco não foi desperdiçada no tempo em que M/n e Finney desbravavam a fileira de seus acentos. Como era fim de semana, o cinema estava cheio. Era impossível chegar às poltronas em completa plenitude; no mínimo, uma cotovelada levaria. Seria honroso manter todos os grãos de milho dentro do balde naquele cenário caótico.

Vance colocou o capuz de seu moletom; tentaria ser discreto ao voltar.

Todo esse cuidado parecia um exagero, afinal, estava tarde, os funcionários trabalhavam no piloto automático àquele patamar da lua, com a cabeça já sentindo o macio do travesseiro.

Mas o loiro aprendera a não dar brechas após seu primeiro vacilo.

Vance deixou bem claro para M/n que, quando o filme acabasse, eles deveriam esperá-lo na praça em frente ao cinema e que, se não os encontrasse, daria uma surra tão forte nos dois que eles adquiririam a habilidade de girar a cabeça em 360 graus.

Não era verdade, mas o truque geralmente funcionava.

Geralmente.

— Se você ficar com medo, pode segurar na minha mão. – Finney havia proposto a M/n, sem ter noção do efeito que aquela frase, contida na doce campânula de sua voz, tinha sobre o garoto na poltrona ao lado. Caso estivesse ciente, faria o mesmo com mais intenções.

M/n sorriu acanhado, com as bochechas temperadas. Ele não sabia o que dizer, pois só tinha estudo nos tufões que gelavam o interior, oriundos do anseio que guiava os movimentos desequilibrados e majestosos das borboletas nascidas no intestino.

Felizmente, uma lagarta miudinha subiu prematura pela garganta e mandou o menino dizer: — Valeu. – a palavra automática, tão baixinha, pingava rouquidão singela.

Mas Finney ouviu e retribuiu os lábios esticados, encantando de ponta a ponta, porque, enquanto os trailers passavam, o foco dele não era nenhum outro além de M/n.

Finney sentira o temporal mais cedo, ainda no caminho para o cinema; na calçada, enquanto falavam sobre o filme que estavam para ver, ele vomitava borboletas toda vez que os lábios se separavam.

Era confuso e diferente, mas especialmente recíproco.

Assim que o filme começou a rodar, a trilha imersiva dominou os ouvidos e a cena instigante capturou os olhos de todos ali.

Foi cômico quando Finney, na primeira transferência de tensão, agarrou a palma de M/n. A união se formou por impulso e se encerrou pela mesma razão. Finney, envergonhado, encarava o outro garoto.

E, juntando as palmas novamente, M/n acalmou o bater das asas. — Pode segurar minha mão também.

A noite se moldou no entrelaçar dos dedos, laço que só era rompido quando precisavam levar pipoca ou refrigerante à boca, coisa, inclusive, evitada pelos meninos.

Os corpos se rendiam ao elo crescente e era confortável demais só estar como estavam.

Aos poucos, o sentimento deixava de ser uma dúvida.

E, além da paixão faiscando, também era compartilhada a infeliz decisão de deixarem os baldes de pipoca no colo; os grãos estourados voavam para todas as direções com os constantes sobressaltos nas poltronas.

Tanto M/n quanto Finney não tinham o costume de consumir filmes de terror; toda a empolgação nasceu através das maravilhosas descrições que Robin fazia.

O resultado? Dois garotos impressionados e apavorados na quarta fileira em frente ao telão.

'A enigmática figura detentora da máscara pálida surgiu na traseira interna do carro, para o horror da babá na dianteira. A trilha sonora subiu quando Michael Myers rodeou o pescoço da pobrezinha com as próprias mãos.' O susto de M/n superou o da moça, e só não foi vaiado porque grande parte da sala gritou junto.

Finney já previa. Ele era mais rendido pelas cenas onde a tensão silenciosa se construía; ficava sem respirar nesses momentos.

Fora o lanterninha cegando os garotos, perguntando o que dois moleques desacompanhados estariam fazendo numa sessão como aquela e que, pelo nervosismo, Finney quase deu com a língua nos dentes, tudo ocorreu perfeitamente bem. O "tio" no banheiro foi o maneirismo usado.

Durante a subida dos créditos, as pessoas passaram a deixar a sala, comentando fervorosamente sobre o longa enquanto preenchiam o espaço rumo à saída.

M/n e Finney mesclaram-se no mar de gente. M/n pensava na fita vhs que compraria para rever o filme com Robin, e Finney procurava pelo impulso necessário para espremer a espinha do coração.

E ele encontrou.

Finney abraçou com força o surto repentino de coragem que lhe cutucou a costela, guiando M/n para dentro da redoma onde as borboletas poderiam eclodir.

Nenhum deles esperava que o primeiro beijo na boca fosse acontecer na cabine do banheiro de um shopping.

Foi mágico.

O contato inexperiente, o medo de ser pego, a inexplicável sensação de experimentar algo novo e o desejo de permanecer naquilo… eram o tato, o receio, a questão e a vontade que faziam daquele momento uma linda explosão.

M/n queria prolongar o desastre florido que chamava suas borboletas para voarem sobre ares com cheiros, então, naquela noite, trilhou o caminho mais longo.

Não esperaram por Vance.

Na calçada da casa de Finney, com os pares de mãos coladas, aquele que residia nas quatro paredes às quais dava as costas abria a boca para convidar sua lasca de peito a passar a noite, mas lembrou-se do pai fora de si, e a frase morreu antes de nascer.

M/n amenizou a própria jornada.

Apaziguou forçadamente e disse que ficaria bem.

O adeus veio no formato de um selinho.

Naquele instante, para M/n, o dia havia sido perfeito.

Mas não foi, e ele só saberia disso amanhã.

Se a cabecinha ingênua tivesse tido um vislumbre, naquelas vinte e quatro horas, ele teria abraçado o irmão uma última vez, beijado a testa de Robin até salvá-lo do resfriado e transformado aquele derradeiro selinho em Finney num beijo que seria renovado até o laranja tingir o céu, lapidando, assim, os milhares de segundos antes que tudo zerasse.

Talvez o garoto perdesse as boas memórias com o tempo.

Mas o sentimento era uma chama que flamejava além do fim.

Um sábado de 78 seria um dia eterno para M/n.

Porque no fim da rua, iluminado pela fraca e falha luz de um poste, ao lado de uma van preta, um homem pedia por ajuda.

Suas compras haviam caído no chão.

E M/n nunca mais foi visto depois de sábado.

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—★🎭📂: Masterlist

—★🎃📂: HORROR masterlist

[aanhedoniaaa]

Hiii! Can you please write like ’preferences’ on how the tbp characters would react to their s/o shoplifting or stealing something? Love ya, have a great day💕

The Black Phone Guys When Their S/O Shoplifts

sorry this is so half assed, i haven’t watched the movie in a while, i’ll watch it today so i can get some more requests in :)

Finney Blake

Literally FREAKS OUT

honestly hes freaking out a little more for himself, i mean…you could get him in trouble

if it’s smth small he’ll just end up probably buying it for you “do you want money to buy it? i’ll buy it for you”

if it’s something big/expensive however, he won’t let you leave. like legit

the store needs to hire the mf as a security guard or smth

Robin Arellano

honestly he kinda doesn’t care, he’s used to his friends and stuff doing things like that so he doesn’t make a big deal of it

he’ll probably just block the cameras or smth

unless its something REALLY expensive

“you’re not gonna be able to take that, there’s cameras”

if you do try to steal it he’ll just take it from you, he might even fight you for it.

Vance Hopper

he’s probably stolen something before, so it’s not a big deal at all to him, he probably won’t even notice

whether it’s expensive or not doesn’t matter, he’ll just let ya do your own thing.

unless its from a corner store or a convenience store, he’ll just take it from you and pay for it.

Bruce Yamada

yeah, NO.

if he catches you, he’ll literally just

live bruce reaction

he just tells ya to put it back tbh, he won’t stop you if you steal it though. UNLESS ITS EXPENSIVE CUZ HES NOT TRYING TO GET IN TROUBLE

like, he loves you, but hes not gonna go to jail for you…

unless there was a target in the 70s…target don’t gaf

[theyluvlyss]

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲...

...wishing there was a yellow font color😔...

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

while it's always fun to imagine (haha, get it💀) what it'd be like for him to be your best friend or your boyfriend, there's times when you yearn for that tension. that something in between that's more than a platonic relationship, but just short of being a lover. and I'm here to revive that feeling of what it'd be like for vance hopper to have a crush on you...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x vance hopper - she/her/her pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

70s-80s - the grabber doesn't exist

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing (lots of it though, it ain't just me this time) - mentions of aggression/violence/fighting (it's vance, y'all, get serious lol) - vance also being kind of a menace as well, ngl💀 - some angsty themes/scenarios - good ending tho, dw lmao.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Vance even finding somebody attractive just in general sense, no deeper emotions than that, feels like the end of the world to him. Like, on one hand, he knows these feelings are natural, and there's not really shit he can (or will) do about them, but GOD is it torture for him.

He hates the butterflies, the nerves, the stress-sweats, the inescapable urge to look his crush’s way, all of it. It's gross and uncomfortable, and if he could turn off the ability to feel attraction on a whim, he would.

Butttt,,,, at the same time, he is also a teenage boy. There's no way where SOMETIMES he doesn't mind maybe, POSSIBLY having a lil' hallway crush. Getting to check them out when they're not looking or seeing them outside of school; a pleasant surprise.

And I think just that alone could be a potential reason for why and how he'd be crushing on you. One of those things that, kind of like in Robin's case, just sneaks up on him without realization until it's “too late”.

It was obvious and amused scoffs at your outfit choices (because it's not like you or anyone else is gonna say shit about it lmao). It's him - like I said - checking you out when you're not looking and sometimes even shamelessly. It's him suddenly growing more and more ready to see you every day at school, lowkey trying to make sure you see him.

Walking past you a bit slower than his average stride through the halls, purposely tapping his pen against the desk louder than it to just be written off as "habit", other things similar that would leave you not wondering in the slightest because each "move" he makes is more subtle than the last (not on purpose, he just doesn't know what he's doing lmfao💀).

Leave him wondering why it even mattered to him if you did just give him the smallest morsels of your attention … until you did give it, and then he forgot how to think and he was fighting down the heat steadily rising to his cheeks and he just…

He'd get so pissed tf off, I just know it😭💀. Not at anyone in particular, but he's highstrung, okay, we know this😭✋🏽. And he never knew if that factor about himself was a good thing or a bad thing, because while chasing you off meant that these "gross" feelings would subside, it also meant losing the good aspects of all of this, too.

He'd be a little upset to see you look at him - not with curiosity like you had been - but the same way everyone else did. With fear and nerves. Or even not look at him at all, just a head and a set of eyes drooping straight to the floor or the nearest wall or wherever, anywhere to avoid his gaze. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but if you did it, it'd sting a little.

But, regardless of everything I just said, no way in hell is he making any of the first moves. Not because of lack of confidence or anything, but the guy has no clue where he'd even begin to approach someone romantically. You'd just be another faded crush added to the pretty short list of faded crushes.

But, for the sake of these headcannons, let's say you were the one to nonchalantly approach. He'd go through that little routine he has with anyone he wasn't “cool” with, a glare up and down your person that, if didn't send you away on it's own, came right along with a snarky, “The fuck do you want?” leaving his lips.

“You're Vance Hopper, right?”

“Who's asking?”

“I am. I actually have a question for you.” … “How come you play that pinball machine so much?”

“That's none of your fucking buisness, unless you're tryna’ beat me or something.”

“‘Course not, I don't even know how to play. But…you know, it is the only one in town…”

“...And?”

“You should teach me.”

“Why in the hell would I do that? You're out of your mind; move.”

“Like I said, the machine you play on is the only one in town. You're hogging it.”

“The fuck'd'you just say…?”

“And since you're hogging it, you might as well teach me. Not like anyone else can…”

“tch, Please. Fuck off…”

And say, for the sake of these headcannons, you didn't fuck off, and that you showed up a random afternoon to the Grab'n’Go and bothered Vance anyways until he agreed to teach you (just as long as you didn't come close to his high score).

Or anything relating to this could definitely work. Maybe you pestered him about a specific comic you saw him holding. Or maybe where he'd gotten his jean-vest. Or just any one of his interests, really. If you have enough patience and he doesn't completely decide to push you away, he'll find himself reluctantly flattered at the way you persisted in learning more from him.

Let me repeat.

From him.

Wouldn't you know it? It's quite literally that easy. With a little bit of confidence and persistence without getting too pushy and insane amount of luck, you too can have your very own "Pinball" Vance Hopper. Ka-chow😎.

Once again, he won't say that, obviously, but it's true. It's the thing of now he can't help but let the crush get worse now that you've taken such a wanting interest in him. Actually hoping you come up to him in school, or smile when he checks you out without a care in the world, or actually agree when he's asking- well,,, more or less demanding you to go somewhere with him…

“After school, we're heading to the diner; I'm fuckin’ starving…”

“You ate your lunch and mine, what are you talking about😭?”

"Right, which means your ass is probably hungry, too, so we're going.”

And god forbid if he's ever jealous. Fuck his world ending. THE world ends, ain't no saving the person who's causing these riled up emotions within him, not when he's already as temperamental as they come😭💀✋🏽. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a person! As long as your time isn't occupied by him or being with him, he's salty as fuck.

And hey, don't get me wrong. He knows better than to let it bubble over and affect whatever’s going down between you two. He wouldn't want to come off as controlling or toxic. Chase you away, just like the rest. But that doesn't mean he still won't let it be known, especially when it's all over his face.

Brows furrowed and lips pulled down into a frown. More curt than usual, and strangely, there's a lack of curse words rather than the normal “fuck” “shit” or “ass” flying from that motor mouth of his.

But sometimes, he thanks whoever above when it isn't something as trivial as homework or a job or anything else inanimate keeping your focus. When it's something reasonable, like a family member holding up your time, or a close friend, maybe even a teacher…

He thanked the heavens when it was another guy - someone who he was well within rights to scare off, a viable reason to release some of those jealous tendencies under the thin guise of, “The dude was looking at you like goddamn meat, (N/N).” or “Fuck him, the guy’s a shitfaced manwhore looking for his fifth girlfriend…”

To be honest, it's kind of why it's rare that you're ever the jealous one. Or rather, rare that he notices you being jealous. Not that he doesn't pay attention to you, of course that's not the case. But it's also not really something he considers, you being envious, because (and this is, once again, definitely him talking), “What the fuck would she have to be jealous about?”

It's actually kinda nice having him to act as scary dog privileges. And while maybe sometimes he might get a bit too antsy, you're lucky he likes- oh, I'm sorry, in his words, "respects" you enough to cool it whenever you advise him to. Not in a - dramatic, "Stop fighting, look at me, this isn't you🥺" - way (he'd probabaly laugh and actually physically move you out of his way if you ever did some shit like that💀✋🏽), but more in a - mildly vexed, "😒🙄Don't bother with that guy, it's not worth it..." pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing - kind of way (while he might still ignore this sometimes, at least it isn't pure cringe lmao).

And to be fair, he's right in the sense that he's rather loyal, whether either of you realize it or not. Again, it's not like he's purposely going out with the intentions to woo other folks, but from time to time, a girl or two won't shy away from ogling him and even being bold enough to approach (such as you did, but that's neither here nor there so it doesn't count lol😆).

And in these moments, kind of resemblant to Finney, you can't help but be a little taken aback yourself because… Who the fuck is this girl talking to right now? With you standing right there, no less! The disrespect and audacity of these hoes…

“Sorry, he's busy later and doesn't like talking to…*looking up and down* people… But I can take a message.” As if Vance ain't standing right behind you, putting his things away into his locker and pretending not to listen to this entire interaction💀✋🏽.

“Oh, well, maybe you could just give him my number for me? I'm Anne, by the way, so if you could just tell him to cal-”

“-Ooo, aaahhh, see… I would but, like I said; not much of a talker. Plus, he already has mine, so, sorry😬😆…”

And as you're nearly tugging Vance away, he's very alarmed at the sudden cattiness you've displayed seemingly unprovoked.

“...The fuck was that?!”

“Nothing.”

“That wasn’t nothing, you were mean as fuck back there…!”

And once he clocks that jealousy in you, omg he doesn't know HOW to feel lmao😭. It's like this odd mixture of annoyance, pride, and adoration is suddenly coursing through him, and all he can do is laugh because “What the hell…”

I feel like, after maybe a few more interactions like this, plus some more close proximity, it wouldn't be long before he started trying to pull away. Not because he dislikes you, quite the contrary. Bro’s just,,, scared, really. He doesn't quite have a grasp on these feelings he has for you, and you don't seem to mind, but you're also not giving him the clearest insight either. Not to mention his past and what he's previously been through…

To sum it up, I think this could lead to the classics we all know and love. He pushes away, you persist and maybe even get a little too forceful for his liking, he snaps, it hurts your feelings or whatever, he (in an attempt to salvage what he's about to lose) angrily confesses, you hit him with the, “You're so stupid, omg🙄😽…” And tell him you've felt the same way all along, ya smooch, the end.

Y'all are now the new power couple in school, and anyone who doesn't like it can suck shit (once again, probably his words🤭💀).

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬😽✨️!!

again, I wish tumblr provided a yellow color font, cuz that's what I would use for him, so unfortunately, I had to just bold his name/dialogue, but oh wellll💛🪩🙃.

next up is bruce !!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

@in3rci4

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[valluvsberries]

can you do dating mason thames head canons (not finney blake, *mason thames*)

Ofc! Sorry for responding late! I’ve been busy with school for the past couple of weeks.

DATING MASON THAMES HC +*:ꔫ:*﹤

If you were an actress like him he would most DEFINITELY watch everything you are in.

No matter if it’s commercials, background character, etc

He WILL watch it.

-“Oh my god. Who’s that pretty girl in that movie poster?!” He would say as you two were in the movie theatres looking at the upcoming movies.

I feel like when he’s sleepy he’ll be the CLINGIEST person ever🤑😊

You two would be SO unserious (that’s so me)

Like whenever someone would say literally anything that sounded the least bit funny, you two would look at eachother then burst out laughing.😛

Honestly..

Don’t expect him to call you pet names all the time.

I mean he’ll try to call you them but most of the time he’d mentally cringe.😬

Would spoil the HELL out of you!

Will MOST definitely do anything if you do it😘

Like I can just imagine McKenna daring Mason to do something and he’s all like:

-“only if y/n/n does it with me”

Will talk NONSTOP about you to his friends😽

Like he can go on for hours and not run out of words.

It honestly gets annoying to his friends sometimes but Mason can give less a fuck

BEST CUDDLER AWARD DEFINITELY GOES TO HIM😮‍💨

Sorry that its so short😣

[chr0llossexygf]

I’ve made up my silly little empty mind. I’ll write a part 3 to ‘ your so annoying’ after my exams r over 😜😜

[angelofthenight]

Vance: We're not leaving this room till we figure out this whole will they, won't they, Kermit and Miss Piggy thing we got going on.

You: Wait, sorry, am I Kermit or…

Vance: Yeah, 'cause you're smart with skinny legs and I'm Miss Piggy because I'm a star.

[thewritersofdeceased]

Please write about reader who is extremely sensitive and cries about every single thing like reader scrapes her knee? She's crying for like and hour, and then there's vance who has anger management issues but learns to control it for reader.(it's my fav type of things to read about😋)

I LOVE WRITING VANCE GUYS ITS SM FUN FOR ME!! Now, this was fun for me to really think of and to do! Vance with his annoyance when it comes to pain with a reader who cries and is extremely sensitive!? I fuck with that so heavily, so let’s get this show on the row!! 

1/03/25 - IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, IVE BEEN HYPERFOCUSED ON MY OC'S!! :((

Vance couldn’t understand why Y/N was crying. He was more confused. It was random. Did someone hurt them? With his brow raised, the blonde would cross his arms, entirely focused on trying to make sure his lover was okay. “What happened to you? Was it Moose or one of them?” He questioned, gently holding the other's face and keeping his brow raised. There were only tears that would continue falling down Y/N’s face, their eyes closed. “No-, no. They didn’t-” Their voice was breaking as they covered their eyes with their hands. They were crying. Vance didn’t know why, but he’d kill whoever did it. It wasn’t until Y/N would move their jeans in order to reveal such a stupid thing to cry about.

Vance stared with narrowed eyes, looking at his partner with such a blank looking expression. “...your crying because of a scratch.” He confirmed, raising his brow as Y/N sniffled and nodded their head right after. A low sigh would escape the blonde and he ran a hand through his curls, finding this utterly stupid. Here Vance thought he’d have to beat the living hell out of a man, but to find out it was just a scratch? Letting a sigh out and allowing his curls to fall in front of his eyes slightly, the blonde would kneel down slightly, but not fully as to not deal with the small rocks digging into his knees. “It’s just a scratch, you’ll be fine.” He’d grumble aloud, taking Y/N’s hand into his own and pulling the other up. 

He began to lead the way back to the house, hearing the sniffles of Y/N behind him, which only resulted in sighs every once and a while. He didn’t snap at Y/N, not at all. “It hurts..” The other would speak from behind the blonde, watching as Vance kept looking straight ahead. He didn’t reply for a while, keeping his calm throughout everything. “You’re fine. It’s a single scratch.” At least it hadn’t been a knife. That’s a plus. He continued to lead the way, trying his best to ignore the sniffles from Y/N. “But it hurts.” They’d mutter from behind, continuing to hold onto Vance’s hand as he walked in front, prepared to already pick a fight with anyone who would comment, especially with the way this town was set up. 

People already didn’t like him for his temper, so to see him keeping that burning volcano in the back of his mind on the downlow would ruin the reputation he had built. He was a boy who would kill everyone, or beat the shit out of anyone who dared to say a single word about him or his partner. But crying over a scratch was something he didn’t want anyone to harass the other over. Especially those assholes at the school. “...want me to buy you ice cream after we clean that shit?” He’d ask aloud, looking at the other from over his shoulder. Y/N’s sniffles stopped for a second before in a soft voice, they spoke. “...yeah.. We can hang out at the grab n’ go too..” 

[wontune]

✿── 하엘 samsung personalização

[valluvsberries]

Sealed with a kiss !🩹🩸

Robin Arellano x fem!reader

Warning!: just slight kissing!💋

Summary!: Reader helps Robin bandage his knuckles!

It was a warm sunny day in north Denver. The bright sun shone through the windows of the nurses office. Lighting up the room. Y/n was helping the nurse clean up the office for the afternoon. Y/n did this every afternoon. She was basically the nurses little helper. Anyway, as the y/h/c girl was cleaning up, the nurse had left to go to a meeting, leaving the girl alone in the office. Y/n was just about to leave to go to her 4th period until a brunette boy with shoulder length hair entered the office. Also known as Y/n’s boyfriend but more so known as Robin Arellano. He was a little dirty and looked quite tired. Y/n looked over at him and sighed as the boy stretched his hands towards her.

“You got any tape?” Robin asked softly and y/n just rolled her eyes.

“You have got to stop using tape to bandage your knuckles. You’ll get them infected.” Y/n said and the brunette boy just shrugged sheepishly.

“So..do you?” Robin asked and the y/h/c girl scoffed.

“Sit” Y/n said softly and she signalled to the chair before walking over to counter to get rubbing alcohol and bandages.

Robin sighed dramatically and obeyed the girl, sitting down on the chair. Waiting for his girl to come back over to him.

After a few moments, Y/n gathered everything she needed and brought them over to the chair Robin was sitting on. The y/h/c girl opened the rubbing alcohol, pouring a little bit on the cotten pad before holding Robins hand in place.

“This might sting a bit..” Y/n said in a soft tone before lightly padding the rubbing alcohol on his bloody, bruised knuckles. A small wince escaping the brunettes lips.

“So..who did you fight this time?” Y/n asked, trying to distract Robin from the pain.

“That Moose kid. He talks so much shit but can’t fight if his life depended on it.” The brunette boy said, a smirk growing on his face as he saw Y/n chuckle.

“True. So I’m gonna guess that you won?” Y/n asked as she threw away the bloody cotton pad.

“Obviously. That hijo de puta can’t fight for his life.” Robin said and snickered.

Y/n laughed. There was then a comfortable silence among the couple. The y/h/c girl opened a new box of the bandage wrap, as she did so, Robin was taking in all of her features. From her y/h/c hair, to her e/c eyes, then to her pink lips. And not to mention her laugh. Robin never knew someone’s laugh could sound THAT pretty. Oh god. Now Robin just sounded like a simp. But hey! She was his now so he shouldn’t feel embarrassed for looking at her. So Robin continued to shamelessly stare at her.

Y/n carefully placed the cotton material on the brunettes hand before wrapping it around. Once she was done, Robin flexed his fingers and balled his hand into a fist before quickly releasing it. He did this a few times, clearly satisfied.

“Thanks. Where’s my kiss?” The brunette asked softly, raising a brow.

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked and furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Y’know…After you fix my injury you gotta give it a kiss so it could heal properly” Robin explained, holding his hand out to the girl, a stupid grin on his face.

“Oh yea?” The girl asks with a smile. The brunette nods in response, the grin still on his face.

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully before leaning down, planting a soft kiss on his bandaged hand.

“Now to make it really work you gotta kiss here” Robin said with a goofy smile, pointing to his lips.

Y/n felt her cheeks blush pink at his words. But sighed dramatically and obeyed. Planting a small peck to his lips.

“What was that?” Robin asked, a pout of disappointment on his lips.

“Your kiss. I’m sure you don’t need a whole french kiss for the healing to work.” Y/n said and smirked before kissing the brunettes forehead and walking out of the nurses office.

“Aw man..” the brunette said and groaned dramatically, sinking into the chair.

The bell rung not even a second after. Great. Now robin was late for class.

[alastors-deerest]

Robin Arellano Who had never known you until one day he saw you having an argument with a random girl but you choose to ignore her because the whole conversation was pointless to you.

Robin Arellano who when saw you walking away from the scene, ran after you, wanting to be your friend.

Robin Arellano who quickly gains feelings for you after a month or two of bring friends, he was never one to love but his heart just cant stop pounding against his chest whenever he sees you

Robin Arellano who is inloved with your smile, how your eyes light up when you see something you like, how you try to make other feel comfortable when you aren't

Robin Arellano who once fought a random boy because he was talking shit about you

Robin Arellano who you have to drag away from fighting to treat his wounded fist, but it dissent matter because he always get injured again in the same day

Robin Arellano who finally asks you out on a date, a bit hesitant, because he wasn't sure how you'd reply, but to his relief you said Yes!

Robin Arellano whose first date with you is to the movies! And you best bet you're watching a horror movie!

Robin Arellano who puts his jacket over you when he notice you shiver from the cold

Robin Arellano who takes you home and kisses your hand like a gentle man before making his exit

[aanhedoniaaa]

Tbp boys with an S/O who is Taller Than them

the entire time while writing this, thirsty by AJR was stuck in my mind, help.

Finney Blake

is fine with it, he’s honestly a little used to it because he’s shorter than a lot of dudes in his grade / in school

when he needs help reaching for something he will NOT ask for your help

well, he will but only give you subtle hints

like he’ll reach for it and go “oh man, i can’t reach this” then shrug or just give you a quick stare and then say “geez i sure wish i was taller”

and you’ll help him, like the good partner you are <3

hes probably 5’2 ik he is, hes bursting with 5’2 vibes

Robin Arellano

well it’s a little love hate thing with you being taller than him, he loves how you can grab things for him, intimidate people if you wanted, i’m guessing hes about 5’3 or 5’4

CONSTANTLY trying to look taller / your height, like he’ll stand up on his tippy toes and go “wow look i’m finally your height”

ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS looking for an opportunity to fight you, not really fighting but yk? play fighting, he loves that shit, even if you weren’t taller he’d still do that with his partner in general

Vance Hopper

OH GOD, HIS EGO IS SO BIG DUDE, he’ll hate it at first, always making remarks (they’re not rude, don’t worry, he’s not heartless) “you’re not so tough cuz of your height, i could beat you up in a minute”

he could not. he is 5’7 or 5’6, you can’t convince me otherwise

when he’s finally used to it and not just…edgy about it, he’s fine with it.

will tell people “yeah? well, my partner is mad tall, they can fuck you up”

Bruce Yamada

he’s cool with it, he loves you for who you are, weight, height, and overall appearance doesn’t matter, he loves you.

is not ashamed to ask you to help for things, even if he can access them perfectly fine.

i feel like he’s 5’9 or 5’8 somewhere around there, i know he’s not too short though

he’s already a big hugger, you being taller will just make him want to hug you even more, idk i just feel that way, ATTACK HUGS.

[angelofthenight]

“Are We About to Kiss?” Pt.3

(Vance Hopper x gn!Reader)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Vance can barely function on your date

Warnings: Tsundere!Vance, Swearing, Flustering, Mutual Flirting, Kissing, This is just super fluffy okay

Word Count: 4.2k

( I just noticed Vance is literally ‘When He Sees Me’ and YN is ‘Never Ever Getting Rid of Me’ )

Requested by: @idk-callmewhatever @luveslasher @b3taaasquad @lanadelraystan @scarlettisconfused @gleamingpinksnake @aaronackerman @viidemoo @nepttune0 @vanceem @theteabush @kinnievan @onlyheretoreadfanficsstuff @brattzslattz

Vance paced his room like a madman in a padded cell, his closet now empty as his small amount of clothes were sprawled all across his floor. He told himself to stop acting like a chick and just pick something to wear but he couldn’t help but overthink every little option.

Of course he wanted to look good for your date but not too good that it made him look like actually cared, despite it already being obvious to you that he does in fact care. But he also didn’t want to look like a slob! He kicked through his pile of jeans that all looked the same… but they were slightly different shades and some were more rugged than the others!

His mom ironed a few pairs of his jeans which made his decisions harder. Would it be obvious to you that they were ironed? Would you think he ironed his jeans just for this stupid little date? He could perfectly picture your smug grin as you would ask him, “did you iron your jeans just for the movies?” He would probably strangle you out of embarrassment.

He looked over to the pile of his shirts. Should he wear a t-shirt or a muscle shirt to display his biceps to you? He wore muscle shirts practically every day though, so would the change to a t-shirt be obvious to you?! He hated t-shirts, he felt like a priss in them… but they did look nicer… what color would he even wear?! Should he be sneaky and wear your favorite color? Or would you catch on to that? Would it make him a creep that he even knows your favorite color?

Vance growled to himself and ran a hand through his curls. ‘It’s just the movies, we’re gonna be sitting in a dark room anyway.’ He lectured to himself about his paranoid, mad worries. His muscles physically tensed and his blue eyes widened in shape. It’d be just you and him, alone, sitting right next to each other, in the dark. The realization made his mind do flips, face reddening in heat. His hands clapped over his face to rub the heat out, grumbling swear words under his breath.

Through his fingers he noticed the arms of the clock on his wall inch closer and closer to the time you were supposed to meet up at the movies. Which led to a new stress: should he be early, on time, or fashionably late? Did he want to get there before or after you? Would he look desperate if he was early? Would he look like a time freak if he was exactly on time? Would it be cool if he came late so it looked like he didn’t care that much or would you think lowly of him?

God, he absolutely despised you for making him fall apart like this, for making him feel so weak, for making his insides feel like slush, for making his pulse absolutely freak out, for making the veins in his face feel like lava. He cursed this all in your name as he sat on the bench outside the theater a few minutes after the designated time. His arms tightly crossed over his chest to hide his sweat stains from the nerves, his legs manspreading in his ironed jeans as one of his legs vaguely bounced.

He kept checking the time every other second, his jitters getting worse and he nearly considered running out on cold feet. You were late. It was ten minutes past the meeting time and the credits were going to start very soon. Was this all in a jest? Was all your constant flirting and advances just one big joke about him? He was such an idiot to fall for it all, to actually believe that the specimen of his dreams truly liked him in that way; that you even thought of him in that way at all. That you-

“Hey, Vance!” You shouted as you sped walked over to where he was sitting, visibly out of breath. Once you reached him and smiled bright down at him, Vance blinked as his doubt and self-insecurity released him. You came. You were serious about the date. His eyebrows snapped together all of a sudden, “Did you fall in your toilet or something? The fuck took you so long?”

You chuckled bashfully, lacing your fingers together. “Sorry, I couldn’t decide what to wear.” You admitted with an embarrassed flush threatening to crawl up your neck.

Vance bit the inside of his cheek and faked a scoff and forced an eye roll. “That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard. It’s just the movies, you’re not getting your picture taken for the paper.” He hissed his self-projection, mentally noting that he still needs to shove the scattered piles of clothes on his floor back into his closet.

“It took forever to get you on this date, might as well make it worth your while.” You remarked with a flirtatious grin sharpening your lips and mischievous eyes that made you look like you were going to eat him alive, which was exactly what he feared; because he knows that you could. You verbally ushered him to his feet as you started toward the ticket stand. Vance scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over them, to follow after you like a clingy cat.

He tightly crossed his arms as he stood beside you while you paid for the tickets at the stand. You thanked the unenthusiastic worker before leading Vance through the doors, the thunder rumbling behind the approaching gray clouds in the sky making Vance slightly gulp as he walked towards his doom.

The two of you had no trouble getting concessions and finding your seats, and you just couldn’t fight off the wide, giddy smile plastered across your face and excitement bubbling in your stomach. Not for the movie, though, of course. In fact, although you’d never speak it aloud, you couldn’t care less for this Mad Max movie. What you were truly looking forward to was getting to sit right next to Vance in this dark room and tease and torment him to watch him unravel over and over again into a blushing mess.

Hm, maybe you were evil.

Vance glanced over to your fixated gaze and his brows scrunched together while he avoided your eyes. “Stop looking at me like that. We’re in public, creep.” Your eyebrows copied his as you quickly glanced around the theater consisting of only three small groups: a small family in the back, a mother and her two sons a few rows to your right, and two middle aged men more near the front row. You didn’t even think the other groups registered your existence. You amusedly rolled your eyes at Vance’s embarrassment.

The theater screen was still blank so the two of you were stuck sitting in silence. Well, it would be silent if Vance wasn’t crunching up popcorn in his open mouth. You slowly turned your head to him with a glare sharpening your eyes. You parted your lips, trying not to make a comment on how he’s already diving into the popcorn before the credits even started and how he should chew with his mouth closed.

In the state of disgust you even caught yourself wondering, this was the guy you were attracted to? You were even about to question what you exactly saw in him but your eyes then landed on how his prettily structured nose wiggled just the slightest as he ate. Your pupils traveled up the bridge of his nose to his eyes. Did his eyes invent a new shade of blue? Because you swore you've never seen that shade before, you’d remember such a pretty shade. But maybe the shade was only pretty because it was in his iris’.

You looked higher till you got to the roots of his hair and traveled down his blond curls. God, his blue eyes and blond hair combination really did make you wonder why you wouldn’t be attracted to him. He physically kind of reminded you of a male version of Cinderella. He really was a pretty guy, probably would be even prettier if he didn’t have the attitude of a hissing wild cat refusing to be pet.

You realized you had been studying his face like it was the first time you were ever seeing it, and the crazy thing was… staring at him made you a little flustered. So flustered you had to force yourself to look away as you felt heat swarm within the apples of your cheeks and your stomach get a little queasy, a feeling you hated to call butterflies.

The second you looked away is when Vance slowly glanced over to you. Both of you not knowing the other was admiring their faces. He nearly sighed at the sight of your pink tinted cheeks, it was as if they were actually glowing. Was that even possible? His enchanted eyes got distracted when you fleetingly bit your bottom lip, his attention now on your mouth. Your teeth had noticeably left your pink lip a shade darker.

Vance pursed his own lips together as he stared at your mouth, trying his hardest to not imagine how your lips would feel against his own… or even taste. Nope, that thought was too overwhelming as he thrashed his gaze off your pretty lips and they landed on your hair. Your… hair.

“You got a haircut.” He subconsciously stated aloud. You hummed as your confused response, looking over to your date. You remembered the haircut you got the same day Vance asked you out. You touched your ends a little. “Oh, I mean, barely. It was just a trim.” You let go of your hair. “Can’t believe you noticed.”

Vance’s eyes widened and he whipped his head away from you. “Don’t get your fuckin’ diaper in a twist over it.” He barked before shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. You smiled at his reaction. “No, I meant thanks for noticing.” You said, a soft fondness resting in your eyes.

Vance grumbled out a tight scoff through his scowling frown. “Whatever…” he paused and your eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation. “Clown cunt.” He finally added which made your smile widen as you sat back in your seat. “There it is.”

The opening credits finally started playing as you verbally stated your opinion on each short movie trailer and whether or not you were going to see it. Vance told you to shut up each time followed by a degrading name that sometimes made your jaw physically drop. You’d rather change your name to ‘Clown Cunt’ than be called a “maggot eating carcass” again.

You swore sometimes that he had a little notebook where he would take hours to think of and write the most creative, insulting names to call you. Yet you’d rather focus on the image of him even owning a little notebook made just for you. Little did you know that Vance would laugh at all the things you said at home, in privacy where he didn’t have to suck in his smile.

When the movie started you both went peacefully silent, focusing on the movie and the introduction of all the characters. You and Vance were all settled in and comfortable when it got to a part where a long conversation between two of the characters began to grow boring to him and when he glimpsed over to you he noticed you were getting bored too. Vance’s heart rate started to pick up over an idea that popped into his head. Would you make a big deal out of it? Would you obnoxiously point it out with that shit eating grin of yours? He tested the waters of your awareness by doing a high elbow stretch. You didn’t seem to care enough to glance at him.

What would happen if he just…

He quietly faked a yawn and pulled out another arm stretch above his head. He glanced over to you to make sure you were still distracted before he slowly brought his arms back down, one arm on the head of the empty seat next to him and the other on the back of your chair. He did it! He actually did it!

You felt Vance’s flexed arm rest on the head of your chair and you were pleasantly very surprised he made such a slick move like that. Your lips widened to a soft smirk as you glanced down at his legs that were spread far apart, one of them invading your personal space. You had a flirty idea for a move a while ago during one of the car chase scenes but you didn’t want to ruin his clear enjoyment of the high tension action scene or distract him from it. Plus you were scared he would literally grab your leg and snap it in half if you disturbed the scene.

But if Vance was going to make such a bold move, then you were too. So you crossed your legs and used your top calf to gently nudge and rub against Vance’s knee, just a harmless little tease.

Vance did not find it harmless.

His shoulders visibly tensed upwards and he sucked in an audible breath. He reacted like someone shot him. Even in the dark room you saw how badly his face flushed red like a sunburn. He snapped his seemingly furious stare at you and thrashed his leg away from you, as well as retreating his arm. “Keep it in your pants, you twat” he grumbled. You wheezed out a chuckle at his reception as scrambled into the empty seat next to him, leaving an open chair between the two of you.

You moved into that chair to be next to him again but as soon as your bottom was seated Vance moved down another seat… as did you. This went on throughout the whole line of seats until Vance reached the very last chair and he would have to stand up and move up or down to a different row. He groaned in defeat as you plopped down beside him, humored grin intact. “I promise I don’t have cooties, Vance.”

“You sure? It’d explain your face.” He replied snarkily as he tightly crossed his arms once again. You tilted your head so you could get a better view of his face as you put on a mischievous smile. “Are you saying I’m ugly, Vance? Is that why you can barely look at me? ‘Cause I’m just sooooo horrid to even look at?” You teased.

Vance looked right at you, glare and furrowed brows and all. “No but it’s why I wouldn’t share a drink with you.” You dramatically gaped at him and made a theatrical offended face. “You’re so mean to me, Vancy Poo~” You pouted with another tease.

Vance’s eyes embiggened and his upper lip formed a snarl, his blushing nose and ears completely ruining the threatening facade. He jabbed your shoulder with a mild punch to make you sit back into your seat. “Don’t fucking call me that unless you want me to shove your head down the toilet. And I’m not that fucking mean. I’m just honest.” He shoved his fist back under his bicep like a spoiled child. “Now shut up so we can get this movie date over with and I can go home.”

You playfully but annoyedly rolled your eyes as you rubbed your stinging shoulder, noting that he punched less harder than he usually would. “It’s not even close to midnight yet, Cinderella.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear. Vance’s hand flew out again to smack the same shoulder with hardened knuckles, making you gasp in a wince again. “Don’t call me a princess either, you fuck.”

“Why not?” You said through your wince, still rubbing your poor abused shoulder. You looked over to Vance and teasingly smirked with coquettish eyes as you leaned against the armchair closest to him. “Oh because that would make me Prince Charming? I’d say the roles suit us perfectly.” Vance scoffed and looked back at you with a raised cynical brow. “You calling yourself ‘charming’?” He teased back. You smiled foxily and shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”

“You also saying I’m gonna turn into a shit-scrubbing peasant at midnight?” He questioned with the smallest smile creeping up onto his lips at your banter. You shrugged again, “If the shoe fits.” Vance hid his snigger in his throat. “And you call me mean?”

“Hey, calling you a princess is the nicest thing I’ve ever said about anyone.” You defended. “Cinderella only got to be a princess after she married Prince Cuntwad.” Vance corrected with a snarky matter-of-fact tone.

You barely even registered how close both of your faces were together, matching teasing smirks and impish foggy eyes, creating your very own atmosphere. “Hey Vance?” You spoke. “What.” You shifted in your seat to lean more into the armchair, keeping your eyes locked. “Are we about to kiss right now?”

Vance didn’t redden or glare or resort to violence, he just held his smirk and eye contact. “Shut up.” He mumbled, your lips merely inches apart. It was like there was a telepathic mutual agreement as you both leaned closer at the same time, your lips finding each other and clicking together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. You barely even got to feel the heat off his lips or taste the hint of soda past them before Vance abruptly peeled his lips off yours, your head slightly falling forward when he did so.

Your eyes shot open with pure, raw confusion after the literal two second perfect kiss in that perfect moment and caught the sight of Vance running down the stairs of the theater. You practically threw yourself out of your seat and ran down the steps after the blond-haired boy wearing a baby blue muscle shirt and navy blue jeans, him occasionally glimpsing over his shoulder like he was trying to escape you.

You swore you’ve seen this in a movie once.

Vance rushed out the doors into the empty theater lobby with you hot on his trail and calling out his name. “Vance! Vance, wait!” You yelled and he finally stopped, allowing you to catch up to him but leaving about a meter of space between you. You took a few seconds to catch your breath when Vance turned to your flabbergasted expression. “What happened?” You asked in complete dumbfounded bewilderment with your arms slightly out.

Vance’s jawline tightened alongside his fists. He let out some sort of vicious growl as he thrashed his fists down in the air. He pointed an accusing finger at you, his nose scrunched and nostrils flared as he bared his teeth. “You, you bitch! I can’t fucking do this anymore! It’s just, urgh! It’s just getting way too fucking much!” He spat out like a bellicose brute.

You frowned. You were beginning to assume your advances had turned annoying and harassing to him. “Vance…” you started sadly while rubbing your wrist in shame, “if you want me to stop, I will. Just say the word and I’ll leave you alone from here on out. And I’m sorry for everything I did-” Vance cut you off loudly. “What? No! Don’t turn yourself into the fucking victim, you dickhole!”

You blinked at him, now even more confused. “Well… then what’s wrong? I thought everything was going really well back there?” You asked softly with your cute little frown making Vance even more heated. “I know! That’s the fucking point, you stupid little clown cunt!” He snapped viciously, he had never sounded more audibly rogue with you.

He began pacing a short distance in front of you while he was going berserk. “God I hate you so much! I hate how you make me feel! You make me feel like a weak little sap! I feel like I can barely stand around you!” He looked over to you then hastily looked away with a growl. “I can’t even, fuck, I can’t even keep eye contact with you! Especially with how you look at me!”

He continued to complain and pace. “I hate that you make me feel pathetic and stupid! I feel like I have no dignity when I’m even near you!” He finally halted his movements. “I-I like you, alright?!”

Your amusement formed a smile. “Vance, I know.” You said, wondering if he honestly thought you still didn’t know even though that was the sole reason why you felt confident enough in pursuing him in the first place. “I know!” Vance snapped again. “And I hate that you know! I can’t fucking hide behind a secret anymore, goddamnit! And with what you make me feel, I can’t even try to be in denial! Do you even know how long it took me to decide what to wear to this stupid fucking date! Did you even notice I’m wearing ironed fucking jeans for you?!”

Vance growled out again with a homicidal-like scowl in his face and raised his curled fingers like he was getting ready to strangle you. “I hate you so fucking much! Stop giving me those eyes! You always know exactly what you’re doing, you fucking shithole bitch!”

You laughed aloud over how he was acting before slamming a hand over your mouth to cut it short. He was so dramatic. “Vance, that’s just how crushes feel. Everyone gets those weak feelings, even me. It’s completely normal and common.” You explained with a fond smile nestled in your lips. “No, it’s bad with me! You don’t get it!” Vance argued.

You laughed again at him, choosing to not be cruel and tease him about how he basically admitted that he has it bad for you. “Meow.” You chuckled out, pretending your hand was a cat clawed paw. He truly was a pussycat. “You’re such a dramatic baby.” You said as you took the steps needed to get closer to him as he huffed down at you. “Don’t forget that technically you made the first move when you went out of your entire way to find me and give me the drink I dropped when you tried to kill me.”

Vance slightly rolled his eyes and pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He murmured. Your smile enlarged with genuine infatuation. “So just… let your guard down for me. Face your fear.” You stepped closer so that you were toe to toe.

“I’m not scared of you.” Vance defended with an annoyed glare, that redness you always work towards blooming into his cheeks. “And I’ll fucking prove it.” He added before aggressively grabbing your head and dipping his lips down into yours. And just like Cinderella reuniting with her glass slipper, you and Vance’s lips were a perfect fit. You hummed happily into the kiss, one hand gently resting on one of his wrists and your other hand gently resting on his toned bicep. Your hand softly squeezed his bicep when Vance’s lips parted to overlap with yours from a different angle.

Getting caught up in the moment, your hand on his wrist moved to his other bicep while your other hand glided upwards. Your hand slowly moved up his neck to nestle your fingers into his curls by the roots. Vance hummed and pulled away from the kiss, snatching your wrist that was nearly buried in his hair.

“Don’t do that!” He barked with rosy hued cheeks that basically told you that did in fact like it. Vance didn’t bother to continue to argue or deny his weak feelings as he sloppily pushed your hand back in his hair to pounce his lips back into yours again, except this time with one hand around your waist and the other at the back of your head.

The sweet tasting kiss lasted only a couple more seconds before Vance parted again, still leaving mere centimeters between your mouths. You almost wanted to snap at him to stop talking.

“Don’t make a big deal out of this.” Vance grumbled with a fiery glare. You rolled your eyes. “I can try… Pussycat.”

“Clown Cunt.”

“Princess.”

“Shut up.”

You both pulled the other closer to reunite your lips to melt into each other, a moment you’ve both been waiting oh so long for. And Vance thanked the world for your clumsiness as it was the thing that finally brought you back into his life when you messed up his pinball score.

He just hoped he would get used to these weakening feelings.

[thewritersofdeceased]

Could you rank the TBP boys ( Ghost crew + Finney ) in a x render type of way , wich who will be more and less faster in proposing to their partner in a future ? Than you for reading, your writing inspires me <]

I’m so glad my writing inspires you!! This was absolutely a blast to write!! ‼️🫶 I did it as headcanons and x reader vibes!! It's a bit easier for me, but I will fix it when I get done with all my requests!! (I promise just pls remind me if I forget :( )

TBP BOYS AND WHO IS MORE OR LESS LIKELY TO PROPOSE IN A FUTURE!

BRUCE YAMADA

out of all the boys, I'd think Bruce would be the first one to propose to his partner!

He'd probably do it at once of his games after his team wins

Like those sappy marriage videos you'd see on your fyp

definitely made it a surprise for months.

Hell, he'd do it with a ring pop if it made you happy

literally asked you if you'd say yes if he married you one day

Silence lingered the field as Bruce and Y/N laid underneath the clouds. On a blanket that the ravenette had brought, a sudden questioned popped out of him. "Hey, Y/N? " He started, earning a hum in response from the other. "Do you think.. if one day in the future would you marry me? Or say yes?" He then asked, sitting up properly to face the other.

"Marriage? I never thought about it." Y/N responded, sitting up slightly, using their arms to hold themself up. It took them a couple seconds, but a smile formed on their face as they thought about it "I mean, yeah. You're sweet, kind, caring. Who wouldn't say yes to marrying you?" They then asked, tilting their head at Bruce.

Of course, Bruce smiled at the answer, nodding his head to it. Then it was official. He'd marry them one day. Whether with a ring pop or with an official ring. One day. He swore.

ROBIN ARELLANO

Robin, out of all the boys, was probably the 2nd one to even think of marriage.

Definetly plans it ahead with Finney or one of the other boys

no way did he plan it all on his own.

He'd be a bi nervous asking you about it, probably fidgeting or something

He knows his family isn't exactly on the richer side, so he's more nervous about getting an actual ring

since he wanted to join the war for his dad, he'd propose to you before he left for war.

Robin sat quietly in the park, tossing what looked like a ball in the air. He'd stole it from Bruce, well, more so found the ball near the baseball fields and claimed it as his own. Y/N Sat besides him, reading whatever sorts of book they had. Though they looked to Robin when hearing the boy speak to them.

"You ever think about marriage?" He'd ask them, no longer tossing the ball in the air and now looking to meet Y/N's eyes. He could see the slight look of confusion on their face, but tilted his head only. The gears were turning slowly in Y/N's mind as they fished for an answer.

Placing their book down into their lap and gently taking a hold of Robin's hands, they'd merely smile. "If this is your way of asking if we'll ever get married in the future, the answer's yes." Now that gave Robin the answer and motivation he needed to even think about the whole ring situation he'd been in.

BILLY SHOWALTER

Bily's a bit iffy on the whole marriage thing, but he'd eventually succumb to it!

He wants it to be perfect when he decides to marry you in the future

He'd try and ask earlier in the day, during one of the days he does his paper routes!

He writes the question down on a sticky note and puts said note in the paper

Look, he's nervous okay? he's trying his best.

Gets Griffin to try and help him out, when that don't work he goes to the others.

Placing his bike down gently on your yard, Billy made his way towards the comforting house you resigned in. He enjoyed it. Rover sat by the bike, waiting patiently as the dirty blonde made his way up to your steps. A small smile was on his face as he eventually knocked on the door, his smile widening more when you opened the door.

"Hey sunshine.” He’d greet. Sunshine was your nickname he’d given you after seeing you in the sunlight, specifically in his mother’s camera. So he stuck with the nickname Sunshine. Going into his bag and grabbing a newspaper, he held it out to you, smile remaining as he spoke again. “Here’s your pape for the day.” He spoke, faking a New York accent. Just for fun!!

He took a couple seconds before he would leave, smiling when he soon realized you had read exactly what he'd written on the sticky note. "Of course I'll marry you, Moonlight." You two were basically the sun and moon, and Billy knew exactly what kind of rings to get you two.

FINNEY BLAKE

Finney's a bit more cautious to get married, but he really wants to

He's just super nervous about it and doesn't know the exact way to approach

He tries to use anything you've told him to his advantage

He's one of the boys who has to read off of something, he's that shaky and nervous.

But when it comes to asking you about it during childhood, he asks you in the confinement of his room

You and Finney were currently sitting together in his bedroom, doing different homework for different classes. He was doing work for science, you were doing work for {subject}. Out of nowhere, in what sounded like a shaky tone, Finney spoke up. "Y/N? If we're still together in the future, and I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?"

The question was sudden, but it made a small smile form on Y/N's face as they placed their pencil down and sat up properly to look at Finney. "Yes. Yes I would." They spoke softly, reassuring the brunette boy. Of course he was nervous, gently taking their parents hands into their own.

"Of course I'd marry you."

GRIFFIN STAGG

Griffin's seen what marriage can do to a person.

So he's actually really fucking nervous to marry anyone,

He doesn't want it to end up like his parents marriage so he's super cautious to even think about marriage

Though he uses words in books to ask you if you would one day

you just gotta give him the time to not be so nervous and think about it

The library was you and Griffin's favorite place to go, or the cafe just outside of Denver. Anyone who knew Griffin knew how much the kid loved to read. In his hands now was a normal sized book. It was paperback, not being hardcover. The name of the book was "Blackmoore", the artist being "Julianne Donaldson". He had a calm look on his face as you read whatever you had chosen to grab, whether it was horror, drama, romance, etc.

After a couple seconds, Griffin gently tapped the table, trying to get y/n attention, and when he did, he slid the book over, his index finger pointing to what he wanted y/n to pay attention to. A quote stated, "“You are brave and loyal and true. You have such a good heart." He held my hand close to his chest and covered it with his other hand. "It is only afraid. But I would take such good care of it, love, if you would give it to me."

Just seeing how he was hinting about something including marriage, it made y/n chuckle as they watched Griffin mess with his hands. Gently tapping the table and catching Griffin's attention, Y/N would sign(ASL) "I'd marry you if it meant you were always smiling."

VANCE HOPPER

Vance saw what marriage did to his parents, so he's not really excited to think about it

His parents aren't even divorced yet, but he still is nervous

He doesn't want his marriage to end up like his parents

he also doesn't trust his parents to show up if they ever got married

asks you while at the grab n'go

"Hey, babe." Vance was first to speak, even if all of his attention was focused on the pinball machine he'd love. A soft hum escaped Y/N as they looked at Vance, their brow raised and head tilted. "If I beat my high-score, you think one day you'd marry me?" He questioned.

Which resulted in soft chuckles escaping Y/N. They weren't laughing at Vance, no. They were laughing at the fact Vance was willing his high score for it. A soft hum escaped before they answered the blonde's question.

"If you can beat it by the time we're adults, babe." They replied, letting out even more soft laughs and nodding their head. "Then yeah, if you can, I'll say yes."

[jaynovz]

Is it time for me to foam at the mouth about one of Silver's most batshit insane decisions in the entire show?

(So the ramble underneath this is literally 2k, so like, make good choices I guess. also pls imagine me as Pepe Silvia meme the entire time)

So I see people talking a lot about how Silver is fucking deranged bonkers banana cakes he has 10,000 snakes in his head instead of a brain and of course I agree this is just Canon.

However, the moments that we focus on are like 3.3, doldrums talking to Billy about Flint controlling reality when he's starving and dehydrated or like what he says in response in 3.10 when Flint tells him his story, about Thomas.

Both of those are very very good moments for Silver being fucking crazy and saying things out loud with his human mouth that no regular unfucked human being would come up with, he set new RECORDS for it, agreed.

TODAY I want to talk about a different moment, what I think is the most egregious example of Derangement. It's in the Silver-Flint gold conversation in 2.7.

Quick context-- Before Silver meets back up with Flint in 2.7 he was sent after a VERYYYY dissatisfying conversation (aka "the gold is still a priority" where Silver challenges Flint on the Vane and the fort and Abigail Ashe plan and Flint lies to his face) to go influence the men to vote for Flint's side of things over Hornigold's. After dealing with the Logan situation in the middle of that (which I don't actually think Flint ever finds out about Silver helping to cover that shit up, but that's not the point right now) he shows back up right in the middle of Hornigold addressing the pirate council and accusing Flint of a bunch of crimes (most of which are accurate lol) and Flint is Angy about "where the fuck has you [Silver] been?" and Silver tells him (loud enough for the entire council to hear mmhmm) that the gold is gone.

Now the order of the scenes, the timeline, means The Reveal about the gold is with Max later, (right, that later is the point it becomes real for us because we're finding out the same as Max's that Silver has made the gold disappear) and so it's hard to keep in mind until a second watch how the entire time there in the tent and Silver is putting on this performance, such a good show about it the whole time and then he goes and talks and gives the speech to the whole fucking combined crew and that entire time we don't know yet.

But Silver knows. He has already engineered a situation where he has convinced to the scouts that they're going to sell the location of the gold to another crew!! He has already removed the Urca gold from right under Flint's nose!! (Which is like the thing that Flint has been working towards for an unknown amount of years since he found out about it right? This thing, this sort of mythical amount of money, which is going to solve problems and effect change and build a future and fulfill Thomas ideals.)

And while he's talking he has already waved his hand and made it disappear in the narrative and he did it so skillfully that we don't even suspect that this is happening until the reveal and so sometimes it's hard to go back and think about the 2.7 tent conversation.

Potentially it doesn't quite HIT on the first watch. Maybe not even the second.

But yeah what I want to draw attention to is that... this ENTIRE TIME, from the moment Silver shows back up, he is putting on the performance of his fucking life. He's ALREADY met the scouts Vincent and Nicholas on the jetty, he's ALREADY convinced them ON THE FLY ON A WHIM to lie to Captain Flint. He's ALREADY coached them through exactly what to say to sell it, to lie to Captain James Flint's fucking face. right??? and THEN only after that does he goes to meet Flint.

And the very specific thing I am focusing on isn't even THAT gamble, which is fucking SCARY CRAZY ALREADY. But the WAY this boy pulls the bluff out, the lengths he goes to during the next convo in the tent about "there is no we. the gold was the inducement" and all that. You know the scene.

I wanna underline how Silver decides midstream, midargument to... FLIP IT AROUND and accuse Flint of making the gold disappear.... when Silver literally just made the gold disappear.

Silver: I believe I've been clear about the nature of my investment here. The gold was the inducement. Now no gold… Flint: It's an unfortunate development that we have to adapt, and quickly. Silver: Adapt? I've had about my fill of adapting lately. Doing your bidding, keeping the crew in line for you. Flint: I wasn't the only one to benefit from that. Silver: It certainly seemed that way. Even now you're the only one benefitting from it. Flint: What are you saying, that I'm benefitting from the gold having disappeared? Silver: It certainly solved a number of problems for you, didn't it? I have half a mind to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole thing to your advantage.

So yeah I'm uh, I'm literally foaming im frothing im cappucino right now. I want to put this UNDER THE MICROSCOPE AND STUDY HIM. what in the FUCK. Silver knows the entire time, this ENTIRE EXCHANGE, that not only is the gold still on the beach but that he is gonna fucking SELL THE LOCATION to Max and Rackham. And then sits there cool as a fucking cucumber with his mask of irritability...(because of course if he had nothing to do with it!!) Like of course he would be mad that the gold is gone, because the gold was the inducement RIGHT.

All of the rest of that is a foundation for like the craziest part isn't necessarily that he's putting on the act That's in keeping with him, we've seen that, we saw that he was getting more and more frustrated and that part doesn't surprise us that like he would... I mean we saw him steal the page and we saw him burn the page and we have seen him make these types of kind of batshit decisions so we're like "okay this this checks out."

But the truly deranged part where it goes beyond like it just like they're like literally... he. he. HE ACCUSES FLINT OF THE THING HE JUST DID. There was no reason for you to say that and at this point it's like he is SEEING how CLOSE he can get to the fire, he is seeing how much RISK can be pulled off. He's getting off on poking and sleeping dragon in the eye when he knows very well the entire time that he stole the fucking dragon's gold.

"I have half a mind to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole thing to your advantage."

I--

it's... it's some reverse psychology bluffing gamble, it's "let me say what has happened, let me literally ADMIT WHAT I JUST DID but no YOU did it, I projected it onto YOU. hope that you don't think about that too hard. let me hope that this works out"

There was... THERE WAS JUST NO REASON FOR IT. He was already pulling it off, the conversation was. "There is no we" and "I was clear about the nature of my investment" THAT'S ENOUGH. STOP.

there's just no reason for him to have done that but it's because he's fucking crazy he's a crazy person

The way his brain works just does not follow lines of logic like a sane human being!!

FURTHER POINT--

this is how we also get to the point where he convinces himself to go to Charles Town (because we see him go to Charlestown!! we see him on the ship the next time!! in 2.8!!)

and he says to the scouts that, yknow, paraphrasing "we came on this endeavor in order to allay suspicion about the fact that we have all double crossed this crew that we are sailing with right now including Flint"

now the thing about that is that and I think I've mentioned this before, but I don't know if I've said it in a formal post that so many people had defected/deserted because the gold was gone and they had no appetite for storming the fort after that. And then Silver went and convinced to the rest of the crew remaining to go to Charlestown to seek the pardons right and that's what Flint wanted him to do. So if Silver then defected because the gold was indeed the inducement and there was no gold then I don't think Flint would have fucking batted an eye!!!

And neither would anyone else!! because even though Silver is very useful to Flint as a tool right now, Flint was very mission-focused, very Miranda-focused very pardons-focused, very "let's fulfill Thomas's dream"-focused. So even though he does and has needed Silver a lot recently to influence the crew, I don't think he was really thinking about him basically for two-three episodes after that basically. Cuz they don't talk again, right, and they are just not in each other's orbit for 2.8, 2.9, 2.10.

So what that tells me is that Silver goes to Charlestown and he just... really didn't have to he could have stayed in Nassau and assisted Max or just laid low until the gold got retrieved and then potentially taking his share and left before Flint crew got back!!

I've talked about this specific part before where Silver says that their safety is contingent upon whether Flint is successful in his endeavor or not. Like he says that out loud to Vincent (which is the most bat ship banana cakes bonkers thing ever) about it because he's basically hitched his horse to the outcome of this pardon situation when he absolutely didn't have to do that to get the goal he and the scouts could have all just deserted and no one would have been the wiser because so many crew had, including Dufresne, because of the gold situation!!

Now there's some arguments here about well.... one of our main characters cannot just leave.

But because the writers have created a party member who wants to leave the party what they then keep having to do is invent more and more convoluted mental gymnastics to himself to continue staying and following Flint which is why at the end of the day I sort of can't really see a situation where the Silverflint thing is not like the main thing because they're both obsessed with each other in different ways (and Silver is obsessed first because he doesn't fucking leave and there's a bunch of reasons he should and there's a bunch of chances for him to do so) and so it all starts to look real fucking gay

But yes uh circling back... Silver lies to Flint's fucking face about the gold, going so far as to ACCUSE HIM of making it disappear, then goes on an extremely dangerous errand trapped on a ship full of people who he double crossed with two scouts with loose lips... when, in order to guarantee his future, if we're looking at actual real logic and actual real pragmatism and survival instincts and not just "oh I have to follow Flint because ummmm -dial up sounds-",

Then he should have stayed in Nassau.