Bloody Knuckles || Vance Hopper X Reader

Strangers Passing In The Street

Red.

You were seeing red everywhere. The floor, the bathroom curtains, the mirror, even your face was dripping with red velvet blood.

You had no idea how it happened. You weren't injured, but you had a pain in the back of your neck, almost as if telling you that you ain't dreaming.

But in the blink of an eye, everything was gone. The blood that was once scattered all over your [S/C] was gone.

You didn't know what happened in those seconds but decided to blame it in your imagination, not wanting to think that you needed to go talk to a therapist or anything about what just happened.

"I will literally kill myself if this house is hunted." You murmured under your breath, not wanting Anastasia, the head maid, to hear you.

You decided to go to your room, practice guitar and head out of the house, not wanting to bear with the dark thought of blood over the bathroom's white paint.

You sat by the window of your room, leaving it open to get some fresh air, and started playing Echoes, by Pink Floyd.

The song was a favorite of your parents, and you, being you, loved the song as well due to how similar you were to your parents. As a matter of fact, it was them who taught you so many things.

"Overhead the albatross, hang motionless upon the air,

"And deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves,

"The echo of a distant time, comes willowing across the land,

"And everything is green submarine."

Your fingers moved across the string smoothly, creating a legato sound.

"And no one showed us to the land, and no one knows the where's or why's,

"But something stirs and someone tries, and starts to climb towards the light."

You knew that with your window open, people could hear you playing, but you could care less.

Your favorite part was yet to come anyways.

"Strangers passing in the street, by chance two separate glances meet,

"And I am you, and what I see is me.

"Do I take you by the hand?

"And lead you through the land?

"And help me understand the best I can?"

"No one calls us to move on, and no one forces down our eyes,

"And no one speaks, and no one tries,

"And no one flies around the sun."

You knew your father would be proud of you for playing 23 damn minutes without bleeding fingers.

"Cloudless everyday you fall, upon my waking eyes,

"Inviting and inciting me to rise."

"And through the window in the wall, come streaming in on sunlight wings,

"A million bright ambassadors of morning."

"No one sings me lullabies, and no one makes me close my eyes,

"And so I threw the windows wide, callin' you across the sky."

Your fingers came to a stop once the song was done, hurting from pressing down on the strings.

You looked out the window, and what you saw made you stop thinking.

Vance Hopper was sitting just outside of your home, chilling as if I wasn't a creep move to watch someone in their home.

Neither of you said anything at all, you simply closed your window and decided to head out the main door.

Once you were out of the house, you saw that Hopper was no longer there.

"Weird. He better not have gotten kidnapped in such a short amount of time" You joked around.

You decided to head to the Grab-N-Go before heading out to see Gabby to play at the arcade.

Once you entered, you saw that Hopper was already playing his little game.

'Just grab your shit and go, stop staring.' You thought to yourself.

"Hey, you got a phone here?" You asked the cashier.

"Yeah, but you will have to pay to use it." Fucker.

You pulled out a dollar bill, telling him to keep the change and called Gabby right away before he could have a chat with you.

"This is Gabby speaking." You heard her say at the end of the line.

"Gabby, you ready yet? I'm impatient." You scolded her.

You believed she snapped her fingers by the sound of it, "Oh yeah! Heading out right now, where are you?"

"Grab-N-Go."

"For what? To see Hopper?" You felt her smirk through the phone.

"Ew, no way!" You were cut short by the cashier.

"Hey, hurry up, I don't wanna hear you ramble." He said rudely.

"Shut it, I don't think you remember but I'm basically your pay, so you either shut your trap up before I sew it shut." You pointed your finger at him while still on call.

"Cashier?" Asked Gabby, to which you responded with a hum.

"Well, I'm heading out of the house right now, I'll see you at the Grab-N-Go." She said.

You gave the phone to the cashier and gave him a bad look, almost as if a warning to not say anything.

You turned around, and met with the eyes of the one and only, Vance, fucking, Hopper.

"Watching me again like the creep you are?" You questioned.

He shrugged, "No idea what you are talking about, [L/N]."

"Don't give me that do goody good bull shit, you were watching me at my own home."

"Not really, more like listening, since your dumbass decided to play guitar next to an open window for the world to hear how bad you play."

"Bad?!" You basically yelled, "I don't think you remember, but I played for almost 25 minutes! And guess who stayed behind to listen."

You made eye contact with him, "You."

"I simply wanted to see how bad you are at the guitar."

You clicked your tongue.

"Please, I bet I'm better at guitar than you, thank you very much."

"Whatever makes you sleep at night." He laughed lightly.

"Oh, I sleep very well at night, it's you who should be worried about not sleeping."

"[Y/N]! Let's go, I'm bored to hear y'all fight like an old married couple!" Said Gabby, standing in front of the door

You rolled her eyes at her and held eye contact with Hopper once more before leaving for the arcade.