Psycho - Vance Hopper

* Part 19 *

Hello everyone, It's been a while hasn't it? Im not sure if anyone still reads this story but I've decided to put a final ending to this story! I'm so grateful for you all and you've all been so sweet, (Also, omg 52k???? What on earth I would have never expected a story I would write would get past 10 views! <3) I might be writing a new book though, but this is the end of 'Psycho' thank you and enjoy. x

* 3rd person *

Vance stares at the person in the short distance, glaring his eyes and holding his arm above his head to prevent the rain from spitting into his vision whilst gripping onto his side, feeling his blood gushing out.

Y/N slouches over, gripping her thighs as her lungs give out - Maybe it was time to give up searching, she would never find him, she clenched her teeth as she looked up and saw a man - No, a boy - Staring at her in disbelief, with his curly blonde locks slightly reddened by an unknown substance she wouldn't want to think of. 

But as soon as her vision was clear without the interference of the rain, she felt a strong, but kind grip wrap around her.

* Y/N POV *

You quickly inhale, and hold it in, you didn't even have to look at him to know it was him. His clutch around you, his locks falling on your face and the cold stench of cigarette smoke surrounding you, a strangely familiar smell; which you didn't even mind anymore.

"Vanc-" You couldn't even mutter one word before you exploded into tears, gripping his jacket and sobbing violently into his neck. You felt his hands push into your hair and stroke your head comfortingly, you thought; This must be a really unfamiliar to him situation for him-

He coughs out some blood onto your shoulder.

You look up at him whilst tears stream down your face along with the rain washing them away, you stare as you notice this peculiar look on his face; Pain? Agony? Happiness? It was a mix of all in one. He lets go of your hair and immediately clenches the side of his abdomen, 

"Y/N." He whimpers out, "I need you to fucking stitch me up." He has a desperate look on his face, you nod accordingly and latch into his hand, quickly escorting him to your house.

...

Vance Hopper is currently laying in your bathtub, sitting in a small puddle of his blood, some of which wasn't his though. As you just finish stitching his wound up, he winces at the thin needle clasping into his skin, but finally no more pain.

He stroke his wet hair as you give him a small peck on the head, "It's going to be alright Vance." He looks to you, "I promise." You give him a weak smile, and he chuckles as he looks down, "I'm so glad your okay Y/N." He says as you tie up the thread. You sit up and look into his eyes, they look slightly dull until he looks back at you, he places his hand on your cheek pulling it closer to his face, He whispers, "Did you miss me?" He says in a slightly cocky tone,

"Very."

You close the gap between you as your lips collide, firstly softly and gently, until you step into the bathtub with him, placing your hand on his chest and deepening the kiss; You place your other hand in his hair and caress it. He breaks the kiss for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes, 

"Can I stay over N/n?"

I contemplated for months if I should give it a bad ending or not, originally he was supposed to bleed out in your arms but I felt bad aha,

Thank you so much for this, I appreciate all of you so much for this great experience! I may be writing a fic about Miguel O'Hara from across the spider-verse! So if you are interested, stay alert! I love you all! Bye! <3