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I'm pretty sure this is him but I can't be sure

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I just found your blog and I really like your writing :]

I was wondering if you could do a fic or headcanons for Vance x reader (you choose if f!,m!, or gn!)

Btw no pressure, if you don't want to write it :]

Anyways keep up with your writing cuz it's really good <33

. . . . . ╰──╮ “𝕯𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙.” ╭──╯ . . . . .

Pairing: boyfriend Vance Hopper x Reader

Warnings: cussing, kissing, tiny tiny bit of angst, fluff, occasional light mentions of smut.

Pronouns used: Non-Binary (for all genders.)

Type: headcanons of Vance being your boyfriend.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

TW: Cussing, swear words, reader is a baddie, reader has tattoo’s, kissing.

The dimly lit room was filled with the relentless sound of heavy bass and screeching guitar riffs emanating from the stereo system. At the center of the chaos stood a young woman, adorned in the typical black-metal headbanger attire that screamed "I live and breathe metal." Tattoos peeked beneath the sleeves of her leather jacket that she borrowed from her boyfriend Eddie, an outward expression of the passion for the music that coursed through her veins. There was a knock on the door that soon opened, as you stopped playing the guitar in annoyance. “What do you want? I’m rockin’ out.” You snapped, receiving a snarky grin from Eddie. “You’re in my room, remember?” Eddie remarked. The room was littered with discarded flyers from local metal gigs, the unmistakable scent of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. “Yeah, whatever. You got that new Judas Priest CD?” You asked curiously, setting your bass-guitar on your lap and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Eddie reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a Judas Priest Album CD, tossing it at you as it landed on the bed next to you. He stepped closer to the bed, taking the lit cigarette from your lips and taking a drag. He sat behind you, wrapping his arms around your slightly smaller frame. His lips connected to the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine in a heartbeat. You set your guitar down on the floor carefully, then turned to face him and wrapping his hair into a messy bun with your black hairband you always wore for him. Your lips connected to his, the air around them felt electric as their lips finally met, all other noise fading away into the background. Electricity crackled between them, each kiss becoming increasingly passionate and intense. It slowly, well, that’s a lie, rather quickly turned into a full on heated make-out session. None of you left the bed without hickeys. After a whole hour of making out and… other things, Eddie cuddled you and held you closely, his fingers tracing your tattoos. “…this is a new one, huh?” He mumbled, to which you nodded in confirm. “…when are you getting that new one you talk about nonstop in school?” “Oh, you mean that ‘Kornstar’ tattoo over my spine?” “Mm, exactly. Can’t wait to kiss it.” He pecked you on the forehead, running his hand through your hair. “We’re having a practice with the band tomorrow at… 9 at night I think.” Eddie ranted, “and you still wonder why your insomnia isn’t getting any better.” You sighed, to which Eddie smirked and whispered;

“..that’s metal, baby.”

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