BRANCE + RINNEY

vance hopper needs a hug!

trigger warning: the grabber, pedophilia, sexual abuse, and un-consensual sex with a minor.
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The small boy cowered in the corner, something he had been taught never to do in his life. His eyes burned horribly with tears, chest aching with a feeling of dread. The masked man above him laughed. A sickening, mocking sound. It made the boy want to hurl.

"You've been so naughty today Vance. You should be thankful for how I've been treating you. I feed you, bathe you, love you. This is how you repay me?" The masked man motioned to a gaping hole in the wall, dust and cemented material crumbling away from it slowly. The boy in the corner shrunk deeper into the wall, silently praying for the man to just leave him alone. Sadly, he knew it would be stupid to think the man would do such a thing.

The masked man laughed once more, placing a hand on the boy's cheek and stroking it softly. The boy sniffled, tears slowly sliding down his paled face. "Look at you. So quiet and behaved." The masked man wiped a few tears from the boy's face, lifting his mask just enough to kiss the boy on the head. The action made the boy flinch, shutting his eyes tightly in fear of what was to come.

"I wish I didn't have to do this to you. You're so pretty. But, you need to learn wrong from right." The masked man stroked the boy's blonde hair, curling a strand around his finger while doing so. The boy shrunk even farther into the wall, crying more than before. The masked man sighed, removing his hand from the boy's hair and instead placing it on his thigh.

"Hopefully, you'll be good after this."
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The bed the teenager laid upon shook as he woke, rattling against the walls next to it. The boy wiped at his tears, sighing as he slowly realized it was just another dream. His stomach tightened, squeezing at him to signal he needed to do something to rid himself of these disgusting memories. The boy stood quickly, footsteps pounding on the thin floor as he ran to the bathroom and threw up bile. His mother came in shortly after, a tired expression laying quietly on her face as she stroked her son's back and pulled hair from in front of his face.

"Have the dream again?"

The boy nodded, making his mother sigh in guilt before she left to phone a collection of people. Her son needed it, and lord knows she does too.

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Vance sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes falling downwards where his hands lay in his lap. His face was red and splotchy, tears soaking into the spots that weren't colored in. Vance grabbed at his hair, pulling at it and fighting the urge to scream. Life is so damn unfair.

A group of knocks pounded on the front door, echoing throughout the downstairs portion of the house. Vance's mom opened it quickly, ushering the five boys she had phoned up to her son's room with a weary smile. The boys thanked her before entering, making sure the door was closed and locked when they had all passed through the doorway.

Robin was the first to speak, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket where there was slightly more warmth. "Vance, what happened?" The blonde removed his hands from where they rested in his hair, seemingly having just realized the others were in the room with him. His head hurt as he spoke, pounding violently with each word he spoke. "I had th- the dream again. You know the one." The boys looked at each other, a knowing look. Finn and Griffin sat on either side of Vance, both leaning close to him but not so much as to where they were hugging him. Vance appreciated the act of affection. The other three boys stood in front of him, concerned eyes glaring into his own. "We're going to stay over. Spend a couple of nights. We all already cleared it with our parents." Billy spoke with a soft voice, not wanting to speak too loud and upset the blonde. Vance nodded, leg beginning to bounce anxiously. Bruce stepped forward, placing a hand atop of it. Vance flinched at the touch, tears forming in his eyes as he moved backwards quickly. His head bumped the wall behind him and it only panicked him more. Griffin and Finn leapt up from the bed, worried eyes pointing at their friend who was breathing heavily and shaking. Everyone besides Robin backed away, prompting him to move forward.

"Vance? Hey, it's me Robin. It's me." The blonde shut his eyes, bringing his knees underneath his chin and attempting to stop his tears. Robin grabbed hold of his hand, knowing it was the only body part that he didn't care to touch. Vance's breathing calmed down slightly, though he was still shaking. Robin squeezed his hand softly, tracing circles into the skin with his thumb. The other boys sat on the floor beneath the two, beginning to hum some sort of tune that Vance used to sing to them down in the basement after certain things happened, or if they were really scared. Robin kept holding his hand, smiling softly as the boy's breathing returned to normal and his shoulders slouched into a relaxed position. "Vance? How are you feeling?" The blonde removed his face from his knees, revealing his puffy eyes and pouted lip. "'m tired Robin." The boys stopped humming and Robin frowned slightly. "You can go to sleep. We won't let anything happen to you." The blonde only nodded his head, laying it down on his pillow and curling his legs into his chest. Robin signaled for Finn and Griffin to lay up there as well, knowing Vance would be most comfortable with them up there than anyone else. The boys did as told, snuggling into each other but not too much into the blonde. The other three boys set up blankets on the floor and slept intertwined with each other, happy of the warmth that radiated between them.

When Vance's mother unlocked his door, a worried expression on her face as to why the door was locked in the first place, she smiled softly at her son and his friends. She knew they'd help him.