You Ask Gay People To Show You Their Favorite Stardew Valley Bachelor/bachelorette And They Pull Out

midnight take out !! ˚୨୧⋆｡

; summary - brian takes you out for a 12am food run—midnight t[m]ake out [ brian + reader ]

[ the most self indulgent, cliche movie type scene i think i’ve ever written ]

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your phone dinged with a new text message.

it was currently 12am, and besides you and your boyfriend, you knew no one else who would stay up this late on a thursday night; so when you saw ‘brian <3’ on the notification, you weren’t surprised.

‘i’m outside’

that’s what the message read. your eyebrows furrowed as you peaked out your curtains—low and behold, your boyfriend’s dirty, black car sat at the curb of your house.

you were about to object, text him back to ask what he’s doing, why he’s there… but before you got the chance, another message popped on screen.

‘don’t ask questions. just come out’

you sighed, putting your phone in the pocket of your baggy jacket (definitely not one you stole from brian a few weeks ago), and walked out your room.

you didn’t have to worry about anyone waking up in your house, there was no one there besides your mom and she was a known heavy sleeper.

you stepped out of your front door, locking it behind you. brian seemed to notice you come out as he was now watching you walk towards his car. his car door slightly squeaked when it opened, you’ve told him so many times to fix that, him always saying ‘he’ll do it tomorrow’.

“hey.” he spoke, looking at you tuck a few locks of hair behind your ear. “hi… what’s going on?” you stared back at him.

brian’s black hair was messy, unbrushed, like always… though it seemed to look tame around his head, even if he never took care of it. a subtle smile played on his lips, which were glossed over from his tongue swiping over them. his signature black jacket was zipped up over a band t-shirt along with black, baggy pants with a keychain dangling from the pocket.

he shrugged, “fast food run?” his dorky smile growing more prominent at the question. “that’s why you called me out here?” you sighed. “come on, you know you missed me.”

“not even slightly.” you said, intertwining your fingers with his. he scoffed, putting the car in drive and taking off.

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it wasn’t long before you made it to the main roads—various stores, gas stations, and restaurants passing you by.

brian’s free hand that you’ve been holding had dropped to your thigh, which you didn’t mind, your own hands had begun to get clammy.

you both hadn’t spoken in a few minutes, listening to the white noise of brian’s music taste as you focused on the scenery from your window. the song ended and a new one from his cd begun to play; your ears perked up at the song as you turned to brian.

“is this the song i suggested to you?” he peered at you for a split second, “yeah, i listen to a lot of the songs you show me.” his innocent comment made your heart skip a beat (in the most cliche way ever) and deep blush burned your cheeks.

“oh…uhm—i’m glad.” you sputtered, your brain trying to recover from it’s malfunction. brian laughed, squeezing your thigh, “such a dork.” if you weren’t so flustered, you would’ve teased back, but you let him have it this time. (you hoped he hadn’t noticed how red your face got)

“where do you want to eat?” you looked up at the restaurants ahead of you, weighing your options. “mmm… mcdonald’s?” he hummed, “you know, the mcdonald’s over on cayenne got robbed two nights ago—they’re saying it’s the third fast food place here to be robbed in the past few weeks.”

“i still want mcdonald’s.” brian laughed, making you smile. “we can get mcdonald’s, but, uh, maybe you should tune down that blush on your cheeks before we go in—don’t want them thinking you’re sick.” he smirked, tapping his cheek to gesture. oh, he was such an asshole… an asshole that annoyingly noticed.

you didn’t reply (was it really your choice to let him ‘win’?) as he pulled into the drive thru, “what do you want?” “chicken nuggets and fries.” he scoffed, “you order like a little kid.” you punched him, playfully, making him whine out ‘ow’, “you whine like a little kid.”

the worker talked through the loud speaker, interrupting your little dispute. brian ordered your food and drove up to the window, not before making a comment about how expensive you are.

when the food was done and dropped into your lap, brian parked the car in the mcdonald’s parking lot. “come on.” is all he said before he got out, taking your hand in his as he dragged you to the side of the road.

you sat at the edge of the sidewalk, feet against black pavement. brian was close to you, legs almost touching from the proximity. cars passed by, but the streets weren’t busy, surprisingly—you guessed most people were asleep for school and work; the californian city you both lived in wasn’t the biggest compared to others—though it wasn’t exactly small either.

“here you go.” brian handed you your food and you muttered a little ‘thanks’ in return.

eating was quiet for the most part, just keeping each other company; you would occasionally point something out and talk about it, so would he.

“stupid red fucking car.” you giggled, holding your hand over your mouth as you nonchalantly choked on your food. “who drives such an eyesore color?” his banter wasn’t especially serious, but from the times he talks about his hate for car colors being anything but black or grey, you wondered if there was a hint of truth behind it.

“assholes.” you mumbled, mouth full of fries. “exactly. you get me.” he smiled, putting an arm around you. it was hard to focus on eating when brian made you laugh the entire time (he loves the sound of it).

you reached down for the chocolate milkshake between you two, bringing it up to your lips. brian rolled his eyes, “what’s up with you stealing my food?” he took the shake out of your hands to take a drink. “sharing is caring.” is all you responded with, looking up at him.

“hm,” his milkshake was placed on the ground and his arm around your shoulders pulled you closer, pushing you up against him.

“then you don’t mind this?”

his hand reached for your chin, tilting it up as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. your heart raced, beating so hard you were scared he could feel it, even through the layers of clothing you both had on.

brian’s thumb grazed your bottom lip as he slightly pulled away, waiting for you to get the message (you did almost instantly). your mouth opened and he slipped his tongue past your teeth, gliding it over yours.

he engulfed you, every part of him, and you let him, you wouldn’t pull away for anything.

it was hard to breathe, you forgot you even needed oxygen for the moment, too focused on the rhythm brian had set for the kiss, too far gone, too entranced. your noses bumped together, almost like their own butterfly kisses. brian’s hand that was once around you, tangled in your hair, cold fingers touching your scalp.

your hands and arms were caged by his body, they grabbed onto where the zipper of his jacket didn’t meet. your whole body was hot: cheeks, neck, tips of your ears, especially so—even your knuckles burned a crimson hue; he was so cold compared to you, but you were sure the inside of him was just as warm as your outside.

brian pulled away, delicately, as if he didn’t want to anyway. the need for air came back to you and you were both panting near each other’s faces. the kiss left you dizzy, lips swollen, heart full. you gazed up into your boyfriend’s eyes, seeing he was already peering down at you. his thumb swiped across your cheeks, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he saw how red you’d become (as if he had room to talk).

“sharing is caring.” he whispered, smug. you giggled between your deep breaths.

“wanna go back home?” his voice was so soft at the moment, you’ve never heard it so gentle. your faces never inched apart, still comfortingly close, noses only left a small distance in between.

you shook your head, pecking his lips, “not yet.” he nodded and you buried your face in his shoulder. a chaste kiss pressed against the crown of your head as brian leaned on top of you.

“okay,” he breathed. “not yet.”

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wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️

Hes SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL 🏃🏻💨💨💨💨💨

RAHHHHHHHHHHHH

guys i miss loid forger

#1230

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.

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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.

hate it when people who hate certain stardew valley bachelors are like “why would you go for [bachelor/ette] of all people” like mf why would ANY bachelor/ette go for YOU??? the farmer is out here fishing for 12 hours straight, standing and staring in front of people’s doors until they exit their rooms, and doesn’t even have a fucking bathroom at max house upgrade. you can dislike them all you want, but you should be honored elliot, haley and shane are even willing to look your farmers way to begin with, let alone share a house and bed with you

Screaming.

They are in love 💕

what makes me the saddest is that we have a developing canon sapphic couple right THERE and barely anyone acknowledges them except when it’s needed for proof/analysis,like i literally breath for mike and will but ROBIN AND VICKIE ARE SO UNDERRATED I WANT TO SEE THEM TOGETHER IN S5 SO BAD