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Promise Me | Doctor Strange x Gn!Reader

a/n - At the time of writing this note I am yet to see Multiverse of Madness, which means spoiler free! I was watching Benedict’s SNL and came up with the Idea of this. Edit: I have seen DSMOM and I wrote this, I love him. Still spoiler free!

Warnings - Fluff, Fluff, Fluff, cursing, slightly suggestive, and a mention of blood. I’m sorry if I haven’t got them all!

Paring - Stephen Strange x Gn!Reader

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thought about how embarrassing it is to be attracted to a small alcoholic pixel man with blue chickens today. disappointed in myself.

Hello there! I noticed that your requests were open, Can I request a Vance Hopper x reader where Reader is a Cheerleader? she isn't a girly-pop one, she beats the shit out of a fellow cheerleader if that certain cheerleader wants to take her place as queen-bee of the school?

queen bee | vance hopper x reader

a/n: yes!!! i love this, i hope you like what i wrote and feel free to request more/other characters too!!

warnings: physical violence, mentions of death, swearing, brief mentions of abuse.

note: vance escaped the grabber in this story.

word count: 1.4k(ish)

it was the start of the new school year and cheerleading tryouts were to take place in the gym today, for the new freshmen joining the school.

you had been the cheer captain since sophomore year, and had basically become the so called ‘queen bee’ of the school.

over the summer, you had started dating vance hopper. basically the polar opposite of you on the school food chain.

once word had gotten out about you and the blond officially dating, you received floods of phone calls from fellow high schoolers asking if you were out of your mind.

it didn’t phase you one bit, you weren’t entirely bothered with the rumours or what people would say to each other about you. at the end of the day, you had everyone’s respect and loyalty…that was until today.

you strolled into school, vance by your side. the blond wasn’t very into PDA but made an effort for your sake, once you reached the doors of the school he interlocked his significantly larger hand with yours.

you gave him a sweet smile, and walked to your locker to drop off your unneeded books.

“ugh- he’s definitely only with them because they put out, man.” a loud voice echoed from across the hallway.

you whipped your head around towards the direction of the noise to see some jocks leaning against a row of lockers, staring dead straight at you and vance.

vance was livid, yes he had learned to deal with the loud comments about how he managed to date you or how you’d be better with someone else, but comments about you made him want to spill blood. yet he wouldn’t let it show, because he didn’t want to upset you.

you on the other hand were calm, not making it seem like the crude comment effected you in any way. you slammed your locker shut, pulling vance down to your level and kissing him briefly on the lips.

“i’ve gotta head to homeroom, come see me after cheer tryouts?” you smiled at your boyfriend, the blonds eyes still locked on the jocks across the hall.

“of course sweetheart.” he grumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

and with that you pulled away from vance, rounding the corridor on your way to your first class of the day.

loud shouting followed by a deafening crash sound irrupted from where you had just left, a small smile creeping onto your features as you entered homeroom.

-•-•-•-

the gym hall was practically empty apart from a few fellow cheerleaders and the people who wished to try out for the team.

a safety mat had been pulled out into the center of the room, along with a bag of pom-poms.

you shuffled over, your white trainers scuffing against the overly polished floor as you made your way towards a group of people.

the light that spilled in through the transom windows of the gymnasium, reflected against the bleachers where everyone had sat.

you joined them, pulling your tennis skirt down slightly before taking a seat on the bench.

you watched all the freshmen and a few sophomores go through their cheer routines for you, in hopes to join the team.

you smiled happily throughout all of them, the senior members of your team not paying attention.

a brunette beside you was reapplying her red lipstick, pouting as she stared at her reflection in the pocket mirror, in her hand. two girls at the far end of the bleachers, were just loudly chatting about their boyfriends.

in your opinion all that kind of stuff was boring and trivial. you didn’t care for makeup or anything overly feminine and yes you had a boyfriend, but you weren’t one to gossip about him to anyone.

when the final girl had tried out, you thanked them all for coming and explained you would get back to them within the following days. you began to wrap things up, vance shuffling through the gym hall doors, leaning against one of the brick walls.

you shot him a smile as you reached for your book bag.

“don’t you think it’s unfair that y/n has been the captain for three years now?” one girl spoke up.

susan, she was a few inches taller than you and was more muscular by far. you and her never quite got along one hundred percent, but you did everything in your power to be civil with the blonde.

the rest of the cheer team turned to you, gawking and wondering what you were going to do next.

“well, no one else seems to have an issue with me. right girls?” you looked around the gym at everyone, who nodded back to you. no one had a problem with you being captain, and if they did no one dared to mention it.

“i’m just saying, you’ve had your time, slag.” she grimaced, walking towards you in an aggressive manner.

you stood your ground, locking eyes like her.

“just back off, you don’t want to do this.” you mumbled, your grasp tightening on the strap of your backpack that you had slung over your shoulder.

“or what? you gonna get your dumbfuck, outcast boyfriend over there to do something?” she was up in your face now. and you were aware that vance was in earshot of all of this.

you looked his way, he seemed uncomfortable with what was going on, and this upset you.

“yeah, he looks like a fucking wife beater.” the blonde girl laughed.

you took a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to compose yourself.

“apologise.” you muttered out, biting the inside of your cheek to hold yourself back from acting on your violent thoughts.

“fuck no. your delinquent boyfriend should have died in that basement, no one cared when he was missing. no one cares now. and we all know he’s only with you for the popularity- which you don’t even fucking deserve.”

this was the last straw. you pulled your backpack off of your shoulder, swinging the strap with your left hand and thumped the side of her head.

this caused her to knock to the ground with a loud cry. the other girls all let out gasps, gawking at the situation at hand.

but you weren’t done. you mounted her stomach, pinning her arms down.

“fucking apologise you shit.” you yelled, all the while vance from the corner of the gym was awe struck.

he knew you could hold your own, but wasn’t expecting this over something he considered, so small. he was used to comments like this, ever since he escaped the grabbers basement he had been told by the masses that he didn’t deserve to come back alive.

but there you were, physically threatening a girl over him.

susan eyed you up, a look of defiance on her features just before she spat directly at your face.

bad move on her part. you retracted your dominant hand and began striking her face with your fist. after the first few punches you heard a crunch and blood began to stream from her presumed broken nose.

you stood up, knowing not to ‘over do it’, brushing yourself off.

you looked around the gym, the other cheerleaders stared at you in horror while susan lay blowing crimson spit bubbles and wailing in pain.

“don’t try and take my spot… and don’t ever talk shit about vance. i will end you next time.” you heaved, your chest rising and falling with jagged breaths.

you swiftly picked up your bag and made your way across the gym to vance. the blond boy was still stood, staring in your direction with a look of astonishment.

once you neared him you stopped in your tracks, holding your bag in your know blood covered hand.

“hi darling, you ready to head home?” you questioned, like the event prior had not occurred at all.

“i fucking love you.” vance muttered, pulling you in for a kiss.

hi honey! I'm watching criminal minds and I'm very sleepy and I've been thinking about hotch and I thought I'd send something in

Would you be interested in writing something where the reader grows progressively more tired through a case (Maybe sleep deprived or from all-nighters) and because reader is so tired she progressively more touchy because she has no filter? Like she keeps resting her head on Aaron's shoulder and touching his back as she walks by him. And like this isn't usual for reader but Aaron doesn't mind because he thinks it's cute and is love with reader.

sleepless

cw; fluff!!!!!!!!!!!

you've gained an immunity to coffee. you must've, or the department's supply was straight decaf.

you attempted to pour another cup, it being your fourth, fifth? helping of the day. at this point, the days were colliding together; it was hard to tell where one ended and the next began. you, all of you, hadn't slept in at least thirty-five hours, and while everyone was seemingly managing their lack of sleep, you were close to delirious. you could barely hold yourself upright; a small yelp escaped you as a hot droplet scorched your skin, a swig of coffee missing your mug altogether.

abandoning your drink, you redirected yourself back to the department's conference room, where aaron and the rest of the team had been throwing ideas around for the past three hours. the past three, long hours.

aaron. you'd so much rather prefer to be tangled up in bed with him, sleeping comfortably in his arms. you'd be embedded into his side, a leg thrown across his waist, clutching onto him as if he were about to slip through your fingertips. maybe he would even be shirtless, allowing you to feel his muscles flex around you as he held you in his sleep, strong and secure. his skin was soft, much softer than anything you've ever encountered. that was much more tempting than discussing who-had-done-what and why-they-decided-to-do-it.

instead of opting to settle into your empty, waiting chair- it wasn't nearly as inviting- you stood behind aaron's chair. you draped your arms around his shoulders, hands falling in front of his chest, your face only a few inches away from the crook of his neck.

aaron froze slightly at the initial touch, but relaxed in his chair as he recognized it was you. he was still exhibiting a stiffness in his composure, as you were in front of your colleagues and officers could enter the room unannounced at any moment, but he didn't have the heart to push you away, especially not when his heart belonged to you. and besides, he wouldn't deprive himself the contact. he's missed you, despite the fact you hadn't been a few feet away all day.

he peeked back as much as he could manage, his eyebrows taking form in their signature furrow as he made an observation. he also immediately took note of your exhausted state, surprised that he hadn't already done so sooner.

"no coffee?"

"hm? oh, i must've forgotten." you murmured, taking a breath. your next words escaped you in a yawn, "you smell good."

aaron's ears immediately flushed at your words, and derek nearly snorted out a laugh, he had managed to cover his mouth just in time.

you were aware enough to know derek was making fun of you on some account as you heard his snicker, giving him the stink eye. "what?"

"nothing." derek's mouth formed in a line to prevent himself from smiling, skimming through the file placed in front of him. "nothing at all."

as everyone fell back into conversation, you could feel yourself beginning to nod off. you had been mindlessly tracing patterns along aaron's chest, and the repeated movements were enough to lull you to sleep, finding a relaxed, comforting ease within it, his dress shirt soft against your fingertips.

"aaron?" you whispered, loud enough only for him.

"yes?"

"i was thinking about you shirtless earlier."

aaron's jaw tightened, eyes quickly darting around the table to make sure no one heard you but him. "oh, were you?"

"yeah." you sighed out happily, the image coming easily to mind. "you're so pretty, you know that? i could look at you forever."

his lips pulled into a small smile, barely a laugh escaping him. "thank you sweetheart, i could say the same to you."

"no, don't say that just because i said that, you're only saying that because i said that." you whined gently, tiredness finally claiming your mind. you laid your head more so on his shoulder, the angle was awkward and strained your neck, but you were too tired to care. "let me compliment you. just you."

just as he was about to answer, spencer inquired for aaron's input, causing your conversation to cease. while aaron answered, you couldn't help but admire him; his prominent jawline, his long, dark, beautiful eyelashes, and his voice was like silk to your ears. soft, captivating and familiar.

sudden movement caused you to startle, knocking you back into the real world. the team had all begun packing up papers, exiting the room before you could put together what had just happened. not that you could to begin with, you had been oblivious to the entirety of the discussion.

"sweetheart." aaron stood up slowly, in attempt to prevent you from losing balance against his chair and reaching for you once he was on his feet. "i think it's about time you finally got some rest."

"no, 'm fine." a yawn betrayed your words, clutching onto the sleeve of his suit jacket. "i don't wanna leave you."

"get some sleep, for me, please. can you do that for me?"

"yeah, of course i can." you caved right away, easily persuaded as it was him, your words slurring a bit in sleepiness, "i can, just for you."

"thank you darling," he laughed softly, taking off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders.

"aaron? did i tell you that i love you today?" you asked as he guided you out, clumsily tripping over your own feet.

"every day sweetheart, you let me know every day.” there was a gentle look in his eyes, a hand on the small of your back. “now c'mon, i'll drive you to the hotel."

Science Witch

i'm really curious on what happened to the perception of noah schnapp. why did everyone in the stranger things fandom (especially bylers!!) go from hating him and saying they'll boycott st5 because of him (and other zionist cast members), to calling him "my shaylaaa" and adoring him again?

was the palestine tag not trending long enough for you guys to at least keep up the perfomative activism for a little long to make it look convincing? the people on this tag (and app) are the biggest flakes ever

Perfect Fit

PAIRING: Doctor Strange X Reader

WORD COUNT: 1438

WARNINGS: Just fluffity fluff fluff fluff

SUMMARY: Stephen wants to spend the morning in bed.

A/N: Not really proof-read because I cringe when I write fluff, but I'll do it tomorrow.

It’s been a while since Stephen’s been home in the morning. Most of the time he’s busy with whatever it is he actually does in the Sanctum these days now that Wong's the Sorcerer Supreme. You didn’t hear him climb into bed last night, so waking up to his arms around you, fingers intertwined with your own, is a more than welcome surprise.

Still groggy from sleep, you press a kiss on his hand before turning to face him. Your movements cause him to stir and he slowly blinks his eyes open.

“Morning,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face.

He groans and nuzzles his face into your neck, mumbling, “Morning breath.”

Of course.

You chuckle and begin to roll out of the bed, “Well, yours doesn’t exactly smell like a bed of roses, hun.”

He smiles and grabs onto your arm to stop you from getting out of bed.

“Stay? Please?” he asks, his voice still husky from sleep, “You know I’m only joking.”

You easily slide out of his hold and head for the bathroom, “Stephen, if I couldn’t tell when you’re joking, do you think we would’ve made it three years?”

"Eight if you count snap years."

You turn to him with a cocked brow, "What makes you think I didn't date other people?"

Stephen sits up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Would you like me to play all those embarrassing voicemail messages you left on my phone during those five years?" he says as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand.

Your face drops and your cheeks begin to heat up. "You said you'd delete those."

"Those messages are basically you telling me how much you love me in like a thousand different ways," he puts the phone back down, "I'm never losing them."

You struggle to fight the smile forming on your lips. Even though he teases you about it, you can still remember how moved he was when he first heard those messages. He stayed up most of the night listening to them and as much as he could help it, he didn't leave your side for weeks after, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

“Please, come back to bed. Just for a few minutes."

“Hang on, I'm just brushing my teeth,” you continue heading for the bathroom , "You could do with some minty freshness too if I'm honest."

When you turn the handle of the bathroom door and open it, you’re immediately hit with a blast of ice-cold wind that nips at your skin and sends goosebumps up your arms. You can see the edge of a cliff in the distance with a steep drop off, and the sky is misty-grey. On the ground, the grass is dewy and wet from the cold.

With a heavy sigh, you close the door and turn to face Stephen, one hand on your hip and the other on the door handle. He’s sitting up now, his hands clasped over the duvet as he watches you.

“Stephen?”

“Yes?”

“Fix the damn door.”

He looks at you like he has no clue what you’re talking about, but you can see that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong with the door,” he says in the most innocent voice he can muster up. Then in the next second he flashes you a grin and winks.

You want to stay annoyed at him, but he’s too charming to resist.

“Fine, I’ll come back,” you say as you walk back to the bed and climb in, “But only for a few minutes because your morning breath might actually kill me.”

He chuckles and pulls you in close as you settle in next to him. You immediately rest your head against his chest, one hand taking his, and the other sliding around his waist. You’re never more comfortable than when you’re cuddled up to him, listening to his heartbeat while you lay in comfortable silence.

You close your eyes for only a second when you feel something land on your lap over the duvet. It's a small bottle that rattles when you pick it up.

"Mints," you chuckle as you open it and pop one in Stephen's mouth and another in yours, "You know these'll only last so long, right?"

"Like I said; I only need a few minutes."

He has a suspicious grin on his face, but despite your confusion, you don't ask him about it. There's clearly something up his sleeve.

"I got you something yesterday."

"Did you?" you ask almost absent-mindedly as you trace the scars on his fingers with your own.

He loves it when you do that. His hands are more sensitive than the average person, so your soft touches against his skin are not only soothing – they send shivers down his spine.

"Mhm," he nods as he begins gesturing with his sling ring.

A small portal opens and something falls out, right into Stephen's outstretched hand. He opens his grip and you freeze when you see what he's holding.

Nestling in his palm is a dark-blue, velvet box.

You glance up at Stephen in shock then back to the box.

"Stephen?"

"Yes...?"

"What is that?"

He hesitates before offering an answer, "Earrings?"

You can feel the smile on your lips growing even though your heart is in your throat.

Then he opens the box to reveal a diamond ring.

You suck in a sharp breath. "I don't think it's safe to wear a rock that big on your ears," you joke, trying to keep your cool.

He chuckles softly and moves the box closer to the two of you. His hand are shaking, and he's keeping his eyes on the ring, unable to look at you. He's always that way when he's particularly nervous. You rest your head against his shoulder, hoping the contact will calm some of his nerves – and your own.

"I was walking around last night, trying to find the right words to go with this ring," he says, "All I could come up with is that generic shit you hear in wedding vows and Hallmark movies."

"They're pretty romantic though."

"Yeah, I guess," he sighs as he rests his head against yours, "But we're always honest with each other, so I can't lie and say that you're perfect."

You narrow your eyes and frown, "Weird way to convince someone to marry you."

"But I'm not lying when I say that you're perfect for me."

You turn to face him, your heart bursting with happiness, and press a kiss on his jaw. He looks at you and smiles, pressing his lips to your forehead.

"I'm a big believer in fate these days," he says, finally looking into your eyes, "And you're the only person I've ever met who...fits, you know? And I don't mean physically, I mean like–"

"Mystic shit."

He chuckles again and nods. "Mystic shit."

He gazes at you for a few seconds, his eyes filled with nothing but warmth and adoration, and you swear you've never felt more loved than in that one moment.

"Saying 'I love you' doesn't convey enough anymore. Not with you," he says, "You've said it in a thousand ways and I wanna say it in a thousand more so..." He brings the ring right between the two of you and holds it up, "Will you? Marry me?"

You're surprised by the sincerity in his tone. It's a genuine question he's asking, as if he truly doesn't know what your answer will be. His beautiful blue eyes are searching yours for any hints, and you can see that he's waiting with baited breath. That is when you know without a doubt that he's all you'll ever want.

You crack a smile as you raise a hand to cup his cheek, running your fingers through his curls and back down to his jaw.

"Seeing as you believe we're mystically fated to be together, I'm kinda stuck with you now, aren't I?"

He laughs in that pure, non-sarcastic way that he does when he's full of joy. It melts your heart and leaves you mesmerised by the sight of him. And it's so infectious that you can't help but join him.

He removes the ring from the box, and with shaky hands, slips it on your finger. You almost can't believe it's real as you lean your head against Stephen's shoulder and admire it with him.

"This could blind a man," you whisper, dazzled by the way it sparkles in the sunlight.

Stephen chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

"Only the best for you."

this is so fucking funny like “steve harrington has GOT to STOP being a MANWHORE”

im going to die