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#Brady hepner x reader
WAIT OOOMGMGM IT'S THE SAME PERSON AGAIN BUT LIKE I JUST FIGURED OUT ONE
WITH VANCE
WHAT IF FEM! READER IS LIIIIKE FANCY AND PROPER N STUFF AND HER PARENTS ARE TRYING TO PROJECT ON HER BUT IT'S ONLY MAKING HER STRESSED AND THEN LIKE VANCE HAS A CRUSH ON HER AND THEY MEET ONE DAY?????
IT PROBABLY DOESN'T MAKE SENSE WHATSOEVER BUT LIKE IT JUST CAME TO MIND
Vance Hopper x Proper Reader
Vance is definitely the type of boy your parents would never accept. Like literally.
Vance is violent, aggressive, he dresses funny. His hair is long "like a girls"
You're outfits are formal, you have class, you're well put together.
Your life seems so perfect but the problem is your parents are always trying to change you. You can't be yourself around them and you don't have a lot of friends besides the guests' kids that are in your age group. But they're all either stuck up or delinquents.
You dont like being that way but you don't hate it either. It's just really stressful trying to be a younger version of your mom.
You go to private schools, and almost never see the real side of denver.
So when you ask your parents for permission to go to public school your mom literally has to sit down because she feels like she's gonna faint.
They let you, but you're "not allowed to make friends" (like you're gonna listen)
You're school life goes smoothly, you have good grades, you're honesty well known and you have a lot of friends. (This is a time skip it wasn't all in one day just to clarify)
What you don't know is you got a not so secret admirer if you know what I mean. But you also have a crush. (Vance)
Vance and you meet when you get your locker number. And as you might or might not have guessed yours was right next to his.
You'd catch him staring at you in the many classes you both have together but you didn't think much of it
You thought it was just because you were new and whatever.
But you really know he likes you when he ASKS you to partner up with him. (Smooth, Vance)
And, like you may or may not have guessed, he asks you out.
"wanna go on a date or whatever at the movies? "
Iff you said no, why are you reading this then? If you said yes, he's screaming inside.
That just happened to be your last class before you got dismissed. So right when you got home you practically ran to your room before your parents could even ask you how your day at school was.
(I'm not one to tell you what you're gonna wear "you put your beautiful blonde hair in a ponytail. No" so you can decide what you wear. Hell, you could even wear a onesie)
And like all of my shit work, this is short and it ended. So idk. I'm Sorry if i failed u!
But basically you guys watched a movie but most of the movie y'all were talking.
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valyrou · 2 years
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hi, i asked this to someone else but got ignored so- could you write a vance hopper x reader where the reader works at the grab n’ go and was best friends with vance (probably a secret mutual crush) but then vance gets kidnapped and the reader reminisces by the pinball machine (maybe happy ending where none of the kids got killed and the reader reunites with vance)
A/n: shame on the person that ignored you! (Jkjk) It’s such a good request!!
So we all know vance is a Hard Ass, so instead of ‚failing‘ to kill the grabber he actually did kill him ;)
Hurt to comfort Vance x Gn!Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, mention of injuries, cursing, typical Vance behavior (let me know if there’s anything else)
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Here with you
The grab n‘ go store was always packed in the Summer times. You liked and hated it at the same time. You liked it because a lot of cash would fly in the register but hated it because sometimes some boys and girls tried hitting on you or started a fight. If you had to guess around this time of the year you would have to call the police at least 5 times.
The actual good thing was, that Vance was always around. He would always play with that pinball machine and sometimes you would sneak some snacks to him. He was a weird one because you couldn’t tell if he liked it or if he hated you sneaking snacks to him. He would often say „what the Fuck is this shit, you think I’m poor??!“ but he would still take it.
Over the time you came to realize that it was the nature of the curly haired boy to always seem tough and rude, so everytime he‘d curse at you, you took it as a thank you wrapped in insults. To your surprise the two of you somehow got close to each other.
Vance started to stay after the store had to close, or your shift ended and walk you home. You started to believe that he did it on purpose to get close to you, but when you brought it up to him he immediately got defensive and say stuff like „As if I’d want to get ‚close‘ to some freak like you! Dream on dickhead“ and storm off.
He didn’t talk to you for a week until you apologized for it. Nonetheless, you knew that something was up because every time a boy would try and hit on you, he‘d be there to fuck them up saying „they‘re just some fucking Bully, they just want to fuck with you idiot“ even tho you thought it was brutal and overprotective, it was somehow still sweet of him to care for you like that.
Until one sunny evening when you just got off of work and didn’t see Vance waiting for you Infront of the store. It was unusual since he would wait for you, but you just brushed it off thinking that he had something important to do. You walked home yourself and noticed a black van in the street. It creeped you out and you wanted to turn the other way and avoid that creepy van until you heard yelling coming from it.
You immediately knew whos voice that was and didn’t think twice. You ran in record time to that van and saw a struggling Vance trying to break free from some middle aged man. You looked around for a weapon but couldn’t find anything, so you decided to just throw yourself in the fight.
„LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU PERV!“ you screamed while running full speed at the stranger and tackling him in the side. The unknown man yelped but wasn’t affected to much and just kicked you in the guts making you fall to your knees coughing. Vance cocked his head back, hitting the kidnappers nose who then dropped him.
You scrumbled to your feet, Vance tried to get to you but was yanked back. The stranger sprayed something in his mouth as he tried to scream and you could see how Vance body fell limp in just mere seconds. Vance was roughly thrown in the back of the van and you tried to throw a punch at the middle aged man. He caught your fist and roughly twisted your arm „Fucking kids“ he swung and hit your face so hard that it knocked you out asap. He just dropped you on the pavement and drove off as quick as he could.
When you woke up you were at the hospital. Your memories were poor and all you could remember was Vance getting thrown in a van. You couldn’t remember where it happened, how the kidnapper looked like or what the van looked like. You had a really bad concussion and a sprained arm. You felt awful for not being able to help Vance..
You were advised to stay home and rest, but the thought of doing nothing was unbearable so you went to the only place you know you made good memories with. The grab n‘ go store.
You actually got the owner to make the pinball machine inaccessible, so Vance could play where he had left his Highscore at. If he ever came back.. the owner respected you a lot and even let you stay longer at the store. Even after closing time, you would sit on the floor next to the pinball machine and wait.. you didn’t know what you waited for.. maybe for Vance to show up? Maybe you just wanted to drown yourself in pity? You didn’t know anymore
Every passing hour you grew more anxious about him. You had to admit, Vance was a huge asshole, but he was your asshole. He was your protector, maybe not guardian angel but guardian devil for sure. If only you knew in what distress Vance was down in the basement. He thought the grabber did something to you.. something far more horrible than kidnapping.
Maybe the thought of not knowing if you were okay gave him the strength he needed to kill that kidnapping bastard. And he did. Oh Vance killed that perverted old man with a smirk on his face. He was alive, but that didn’t matter to him. What mattered to him was, if you were okay.
He always tried to be distant to you, but he just couldn’t help himself falling for you. When he saw you trying to save him back when he got kidnapped, that was when he finally admitted his feelings to himself..
You thought your heart stopped when the police reported that Vance hopper was found alive and well in a neighborhood not far from yours. You heard everything they said but couldn’t register it in your head, you just hurriedly threw on some shoes and ran to Vances house.
When he opened the door you froze up, taking all his features in. He had a bruise here and there and a few patched up wounds but he looked fine. Before he could even say a word, you jumped into his arms hugging him tight. You were sure he would try to push you away and throw some insulting things at you, but to your surprise he hugged you back in the most soft and gentle way you could have ever imagined.
Just after feeling his touch you couldn’t hold back anymore and every tear you had bravely held back the days he was gone flooded over your cheeks like a river, and he was there. Vance was there to comfort you without saying a word. Without making fun of your pathetic tears „Vance!“ you cried out, sobbing into his shoulder „I thought I lost you“ you felt as if your tears wouldn’t stop rolling down your face
„I‘m fine y/n… I‘m here with you“ he said. That was the first time he ever said your name and when he did, you couldn’t stop your face from flushing into a deep red „I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.. I tried I really did-“ you ranted but he shut you up by just pulling you tighter to his chest „just shut up.. I know you tried your best“ he said. It was weird hearing him sound so genuine.. so calm.
You didn’t say anything and just stood in his arms, embracing each other „I like you y/n“ that hit you unexpected „are you okay vance? Did you hit your head?“ you looked up to look him in the face but he just scoffed. He was about to let go of you, when you hold on tight „I‘m just kidding!“ you chuckled „I like you too“ you smiled sheepishly „good because it would have been fucking embarrassing if you didn’t“ he said. You both started chuckling. You were glad he was ok.. And he thought the same
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finneysbaseball · 4 months
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tbp boys with a girly/feminine reader
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Finney Blake
first of all he would love seeing you in any kind of pink stuff he would literally die on the spot
he just thinks ur so cute
you’d pair really well with him since he’s all gloomy and sad
he would love to show u off omg:(((
im giggling just thinking abt it
Robin Arellano
EEEEEEE
he would also love showing you off
look at my gf isn’t she so cute with all her pink clothes 🤭
you would have him blushinggg
he’d get you a pink bandana
maybe even a pink one for himself if you ask nicely
Vance Hopper
yk they do say opposites attract 🤷‍♀️
mean scary doberman bf and cute pink rag doll cat gf!!!
if any one made fun of you well lets just pray from them
even tho you two are different in many ways he would adore u so bad
borderline obsessed with you
Bruce Yamada
AWWWWW
ugh i love baseball boys
he loves buying you pink accessories
headbands, bracelets, any kind of pinkish makeup he can find
he would wear pink for you
his teammates are so jealous
who wouldn’t be like look at you guys
he loves that you love pink
so cute
this is so short im sorry ya’ll 😭
this is probably my last hc cus im just not that into writing anymore, but i really did enjoy writing for you guys
also im sorry this is so late 😭😭
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shreksmilk · 2 years
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Presenting our princess Brady:
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lexix001 · 2 years
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y/n: have you like dropping them hints? That you like them.
Vance: already fucking did
y/n: wow they sound so stupid haha!
vance: trust me, I know.
Y/n: you should go straight forward like "I love you" or something
Vance; I love you, you dumb fucking ass
Y/n: don't be mean about it and you're good to go!
vance: holy fucking shit y/n.
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angelofthenight · 9 months
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“Are We About to Kiss?” Pt.3
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(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.
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ellemfaoh · 1 year
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Robin Arellano Confession/Dating HCs
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A/N: I’m working on writing fic requests I’m sorry I’m taking so long!!! Please forgive me!!! I have homecoming and theatre shows coming up so I’m slow, I deeply and sincerely apologize. Please take these headcanon’s as an apology. Sorry it’s short, I’m literally exhausted
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You and Robin knew each other since you were kids
Both your moms were friends when they were younger so naturally you two will be too
Call it cliché childhood friends trope, idc it’s adorable
Anyway-
You and Robin used to play pretend a lot as kids. You’d be the royalty needing protecting and Robin would be your knight in shining armor
He’s the Romeo to your Juliet basically, but less creepy
He asked you out one day when you and him were in your room chilling on your bed
You were laying on your stomach reading something and he was laying his head in the dip in your back
“Estoy enamorado de ti” (I’m in love with you)
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it”
He didn’t know that you started learning Spanish from his mom and uncle
“¿Qué tienes, mi vida? Estoy enamorado de ti también.” (What’s wrong, love? I’m in love with you too)
He shot up so fast
When you turned to look at him his face was red and he was pulling his bandana over his eyes
“When did you learn that?! You little hechicera.” (sorceress - think of it like you’ve enchanted him)
You giggled and sat up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down into a kiss
He’s so protective of you after this
Moose better say his prayers if he even looks at you funny
If you two are at school he’s bound to be behind you
He’s always touching you somehow
He’s got an arm around your wait, an arm on your shoulder, pinkies hooked together, you make it
He gave you his favorite bandana and made sure you’re always wearing it
(It rests around your wrist like a watch and he loves to see it)
If you’re doing something in front of him and he feels particularly bold or is craving you, he’ll pull you by your belt loops against him with a shit eating grin
You melt at his touches
Somehow you guys are hanging out with each other even more than you did before
Best believe he sneaks into your room at night to cuddle you
He’s so gentle with you
He’s always the big spoon, no debate
Will climb over you and stuff to make sure he’s always the big spoon I’m not joking
Kisses you and runs his fingers against your scalp when you’re both trying to sleep
Absolutely LOVES kissing you
Literally addicted to you
PDA fan, mainly so he can show people you’re his
He always has a sort of woodsy and natural scent to him
He loves resting on your head and takes a deep breath when he can smell your hair
He’s so in love with you it makes him feel crazy
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favorjtecrime · 2 years
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me after seeing the black van approach bruce
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scarisd3ad · 1 year
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Oooh! what if vance wakes up to find small braids in his hair?
Braids
Pairing - vance hopper x f!reader
Category - fluff <3
Vance and I laid in his bed. His head rested on my lap as he slept soundly. This rarely happened in our relationship, him asleep before I was. But he had been extremely tired from…honestly I didn’t even know. We had arrived at his house after school sat on his bed he was talking about so kid he beat up earlier before I heard quiet snores. I turned around to see him laid down asleep.
I had become bored watching him sleep, and I wasn’t tired at all. He had the perfect hair length to braid. So I carefully took a small chunk and began to braid. I was about halfway through his head when he began to stir in his sleep. I quickly let go of the chunk of hair I had in my hands mere seconds before his eyes snapped open. “What’re you doing?” He asked his voice deep and groggy from sleep. “Nothinggg. Did you have a good nap v?” I said smiling. He shrugged before sitting up. “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom I’ll be right back” he said pressing a kiss to my cheek before crawling out of bed. I nodded smirking. About 3 minutes later I heard.
“Y/NNNN!”
“What?” I giggled as I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. The bathroom door was open as he stared at himself in the mirror with a few braids in his hands. “Seriously?” He asked as he turned towards me. “You look handsome” I giggled as I walked towards him. He rolled his eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my torso “you do look handsome” I giggled. He laughed before pressing a kiss to my cheek, “I don’t look handsome I look stupid.” I rolled my eyes “why are you always so grumpy” I giggled. He rolled his eyes as I pressed my lips to his.
“I like the braids don’t you?” I laughed, he rolled his eyes yet again. He was tired of my bullshit. “I look like a fucking Barbie doll” he muttered. “A badass Barbie doll.”
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dorkszn · 3 months
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dating vance hopper means dying some of your hair blonde (if you aren’t blonde already) and him dying some of his hair the color of yours
+ he definitely do a little peekaboo dye so when he lifts up his hair, you can see the dye.
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septirgo · 2 years
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𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞
To those who need a scene pack of him in this scene
Kindly credit @tbpscenepacks on Instagram!!
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can I get some Robin finney and Vance finding out their s/o is ticklish?
The Black Phone Boys x Ticklish Reader
Finney shaw/blake
Once finney finds out you're ticklish he'll tickle you all the time (when you're comfortable.)
He found out when you guys were at school, he wanted to put his arm around you but you moved so he touched your (tickle spot besides feet)
You started laughing and he continued to do it "on accident" on purpose
If you ask him why his answer will be simple "I just love to hear your laugh, (reader)
Robin arellano
Once robin finds our you're ticklish he'll start doing it more often but not as much as finney will
He will do it in public because he does not give a shit.
He found out when you guys were play fighting.
He hit you on the side and you laughed
He wasn't sure if you laughed because he hit you there or because it didn't hurt.
So he hit you there again and you laughed.
He kept doing it more often but in private
Vance Hopper
Vance found out when you were staying over at his house
You were both laying next to eachother and he moved his arm to move the blanket
He hit your rib and you laughed so he looked at you weird and hit you again harder
This time, you didn't laugh you just stared at him.
So he didn't do it anymore
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ph1alamaria · 1 year
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Vance Hopper X Reader: General Head Cannons! (❁´◡`❁)
• oh, sweet baby Vance...
• You met in the grab and go, and he was busy on the pinball machine
• I'm going to be honest you were terrified when you saw him💀
• I mean its Vance Hopper; everyone knew him and not for the best reasons
• Being in a relationship with him isn't as bad as it would seem
• No, he would not hit you 💀
• You may get into fights, but he would never physically hit you
• His mom teaches him to treat women with respect
• When you and Vance go on dates, he's a lot different than with the guy friends he hangs out with
• He's a lot sweeter and kinder
• He'll offer to even buy you dinner even though he most definitely has less than a dollar on him
• If he really likes you, he'll even let you sit on his lap while he plays pinball (Just don't mess up his game)
• He's actually just so cute when he's with you
• He would also never cheat on you.
• He's loyal till the end
• When your alone he secretly loves his hair played with
• But just by you
• No. One. Else.
•ANYWAY 10/10 BOYFRIEND🫶😍😍😍
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finneysbaseball · 2 years
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Hc that reader and Vance make fun of each other that people think they hate each other but then when people ask why they hate the other they’re like, “I don’t. I’m literally dating that shithead”
i love this sm cus it's so me
everyone would think you hated eachothers guts and never wanted to be around each other
in reality you were in love
is being mean to each other a love language? cus thats u and vance
y'all r fucking ruthless😭
*cutely makes fun of each others family problems*
everyone would be scared that you two would actually murder eachother one day
literally calling eachother every name in the book
everyone was so surprised that when u messed up his game one day he didn't kill you.
"why are you not mad at them?"
'because im in love with them shithead"
u have him so whipped bro
like he would never actually do anything to hurt you but damn y'all are fucking mean to each other
omg she finally got a request done????
short bcus i accidentally posted it and couldn't get it back in my drafts<3
also @kurtsworld096 if you wanna request again since this one was rlly short you totally can! I'm sorry this was short i had to finish it really quick bcus its 12am on a school night:)
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lexix001 · 2 years
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Miguel: you're gonna go with me right? On the premier
Brady: but I asked her first!
Miguel: y/n choose!
y/n: Brady, since he asked me the question at 5 in the fucking morning. *Sarcastic*
Miguel:
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havocskies · 2 years
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Hi! How you doing? Idk if u write yandere (If u don't feel free to delete this!!) if yes could u write some soft yandere hcs for Vance? Have a nice day!
👻- anon
OVERPROTECTIVE VANCE HOPPER HEADCANONS
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hi hi hello !!! i do not write yandere things but i will write overprotective/protective ! thank you so much for the request !
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vance isn't very good at handling his emotions in general so sometimes he's not exactly sure on how protective he should be , he just knows he wants to protect you
he cares abt you a lot which means nothing's happening to you. like at all
he's the toughest kid at school so most people don't even try
if they do though they're paying for it in the worst ways imaginable
someone says something even slightly rude to you? yea he's gonna make them fear for their life
he tried his best to keep his anger under control especially for you so most of the time he doesn't actually do much. they might get grabbed by the shoulders or thrown a bit but that's the least of what he usually does so it's better than the other option
when they test him however he's SERIOUS
pretty sure brady confirmed him to be a sociopath and that if you mess w him he comes back worse
so yea you're basically safe from pretty much everything
other than being an absolute menace to everyone around that he thinks might cause you an ounce of any kind of harm he's genuinely really sweet towards you
maybe not exactly romantic simply bc he's a little awkward (he doesn't get into many romantic relationships due to his habits of threatening people daily) but it'll be clear he favors you over others
he'll let you wear his jacket every once in a while just bc the happiness it gives you makes him even happier than you are (even if the scowl on his face doesn't show it)
he'd be hesitant to let you wear his choker since his mom made it for him but after a while he'd probably let you wear it while he could make sure it didn't get ruined or anything
anyway back to the protective stuff
he occasionally (often) misjudges when he's actually needed
someone bumped into you in the hall? they're now bumped against the lockers by their shoulders and being yelled at
very awkward conversation afterwards bc he'd try his best to defend his behavior
would make it up to you in some subtle way. might buy you a bag of chips a week later when you've already forgotten abt the whole ordeal
he's not good at apologizing like AT ALL simply bc he just doesn't do it often. the most apologizing he does is to his mom when he's at the police station again
his definition of apologizing after a fight between him and someone he thought was a threat to you would be him buying you something tbh
not many apologies through words
dude is horrible at communicating in general honestly
he would NOT be abusive in the slightest. honestly he'd be the absolute opposite
he looks very intimidating (and he is) but he loves being close to you and sharing moments when no one else is around
he's not too big on pda unless someone is flirting w you
then you get an arm around you and the other person gets a fist to their face
most romantic gesture you'd ever get from him honestly
if you ever had any bullies before you started dating you definitely don't anymore
even if you kept it a secret from him he'd find out somehow one way or another
he'd likely be a little upset w you for not telling him but he wouldn't take it out on you in the slightest
honestly it's all gonna be taken out on the bullies
he's definitely been dragged away by cops a couple of times because he wanted to protect you
even though he's not that good at communication from his side if you ever stated his overprotective behavior bothered you he'd try his best to fix it
of course he'd still let his anger control him every once in a while but most of the time he'd ask you for permission to beat them up before he actually does
vance has a dude hanging from the collar of his shirt and just casually looks to you for permission to knock him out
very satisfied when you say yes
whenever you say no though he huffs in a disappointed matter but drops him n just walks away grumbling
probably abt how you shouldn't let people walk all over you n he could've helped
still not necessarily upset w you though
vance would probably leave in order to calm himself down and take you w him bc you're one of the number 1 people to calm him down, his mom being the only other one
he genuinely just loves you so much
dude cannot stand to see you upset in any way
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