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i feel like we don’t talk enough about how Dustin literally called el and mike’s relationship “bullshit” in s3. he said, verbatim, “it’s bullshit.”

yknow. like Nancy in the bathroom at the Halloween party. saying “it’s bullshit.” about her relationship with Steve.

see arguments where people are like ‘will could still be bi’

honey did you SEE the way he physically recoiled when that girl played footsie he was yearning for a hall pass during that moment

If we're talking about cool extras from Cali lets not forget "goth who walks behind Will and El in the hallway" what an icon

this parallel is my lifeline, actually

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.

the lady at the grab-n-go actually missed having Vance there to play pinball. she missed how she would have to call the police every other day because Vance had fought someone. she missed hearing the swearing shed hear when he wouldn't beat his high score. once Vance went missing she put a 'out of order' sign on the pinball machine so no one would play it or beat the high score cus the machine was reserved for Vance and Vance only. she never got the machine changed as she would feel like it was disrespectful to Vance and wanted to keep some sort of memorabilia for everyone.

Weird ass Vance head cannons

Oh girl- he probably like pinball more than you 💀/j

Nah but fr hes not going to give up pinball just for you if you want to come watch him play he's okay with that just don't fuck him up when he's trying to beat his high score

He would be like really protective of you but not to an excessive point he doesn't really like pda

If you're on your period I pray for you because this boy does not know what to do he'd probably be that one dude to send you "ayo what size is yo pussy"but it's fine because he still comes back with the right stuff (he would probably yell at anyone if they ask him if he needs help💀)

Idk why but I'm getting mater from cars vibes from him 💀

He probably wouldn't cuddle or do any of that shit with you maybe on special occasions but wouldn't just do it to do it

He has a burning hatred towards elfs idk why he just looks like he'd hate them

I'm not sure how old he is but I'm going to say he's around probably 15 or 16 and he probably has a car he has so many speeding tickets istg(he's gotta get to his sexy pinball machine 😻😻)

Ok so like this is my first writing thing on here so sorry if it's dogshit😭

Anyways send request and please don't point out any typing errors

Okay so I’ve seen The Black Phone 37 times since it came out, I literally know every single line of dialogue off the top of my head. I’ve read the book and seen a ton of cast interviews, AND I STILL CANT FIGURE OUT WHY YA’LL ARE IN LOVE WITH A LITERAL CHILD MOLESTER AND SERIAL KIDNAPPER/KILLER. HE IS NOT THE SAME TYPE OF FICTIONAL KILLER AS GHOSTFACE OR OTHER “HOT” KILLERS. HE MOLESTED CHILDREN. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YA’LL.

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

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

Stardew valley gives me so much joy. I just spent my entire day (8am to 9pm -ish) sitting in front of my computer, getting happy about befriending fictional characters, planting fictional crops, and fishing for fictional fish. Best part, I don't regret a moment of it.

you ask gay people to show you their favorite stardew valley bachelor/bachelorette and they pull out an emo, a cottagecore redhead, and/or an alcoholic

Joja Co is happy to introduce its long-awaited brand new product crystal meth

romance should be like stardew valley where everyday i give you a red chili pepper and in return you stop verbally abusing me

Hat mouse is the definition of girl boss. Like they’re an entrepreneur. Like fuck Pierre and joja. They don’t know what it’s actually like to be a small business like Hat mouse does. Like Pierre can say he’s a small business but he gets more customers than joja. Hat mouse only has US!! They rely on us to buy their hats. And I’ll gladly spend all my gold on hats.

She's a 10, but I caught her digging out of the garbage once

#1230

the realest experience of second-hand embarrassment while reading fanfiction

queer comfort

Farmer at 3am nudging Shane awake: Hey, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Shane disoriented from sleep: Wtf no

and they were roommates

guys i miss loid forger

flightless bird my ass, this bird fly as hell

It kind of disturbs me with how shane fans talk about him and his depression. They'll excuse his rude ass behaviour with "but he's depressed so it's okay" but they actively call him things like "trash man" and mock how his room in your home is messy. Like people with depression sometimes don't take care of themselves, and if you really cared about us you would stop calling people like us 'trash people' when we fail to keep on top of caring for ourselves. Like we know already

I’ve been dragged into the steddie fandom and there is no crawling back out…

hellfire crew

Casual Friday

Main masterlist

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but ended up being a bit longer heh. It's just a little scenario that I've been meaning to write down for ages. I already have a fic with similiar concept in my WIP folder :3 I just like to imagine Stephen in comfy clothes and I will write 10 more fics about it if the motivation stays with me.

Enjoy!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn! Reader (platonic or romantic)

Summary: It would take so much more than a weekend to clean all that mess. Who even allowed this room to be so…. Terrible? Disgusting? Stephen couldn’t think of a good adjective that would describe how much pain it caused him to think about all the work he was about to do. Even with the aid of his magic it would take ages. But thanks to him you appeared, offering help. But will you actually help him clean? Yeah… no

This gif is not 'comfy Stephen' enough for me, but it will do

Stephen exhaled loudly, looking at the storage room with tired eyes. He promised Wong he would clean  and organise it this weekend.

He actually lost a bet with him, but he was too proud to say that. The doctor knew Wong cheated, because it was impossible that he could beat Stephen at chess every single time. The sorcerer suspected that his colleague was stealing his pieces when he wasn’t looking, but couldn’t prove it. And here he was- in the middle of a room that looked like a ruin, with a single broom in his hand and a frown on his face. 

It would take so much more than a weekend to clean all that mess. Who even allowed this room to be so…. Terrible? Disgusting? Stephen couldn’t think of a good adjective that would describe how much pain it caused him to think about all the work he was about to do. Even with the aid of his magic it would take ages. Damn Wong and his stupid game nights!

“You have to do more than stare at the mess for it to disappear.” Your tired voice pulled Stephen out of his thoughts, making the sorcerer jump and curse under his nose. 

You were amused when Wong told you about the bet, but couldn’t leave poor Stephen alone in this. Your good heart wouldn’t allow him to suffer alone with those boring and mundane chores. On the other hand, he was the guardian of the New York sanctum and it was one of his duties to keep the storage room tidy and organised. But that didn’t matter now.

“I thought you could use some help.” You spoke again, swiping the dust of a nearby shelf with your pointer finger. Yeah, it would take more than two to accomplish anything. 

“Oh, I could definitely use some help.” Stephen sighed and gave you an awkward smile. 

It was only when he turned to face you when you noticed his attire. He wasn’t wearing his sorcerer robes- Stephen swapped those for a pair of comfy grey sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt that you could see peeking out of his half zipped burgundy hoodie. He looked so….. Regular. His hair was still messy which meant he must have woken up just a few minutes before you. It might sound weird, but it suited him. If you had to compare his appearance you would say that Stephen looked very much like a tired dad of 3 who had too little free time and too much work to do around the house. 

You have never seen him wearing anything else than his robes before. Okay, you have seen him in jeans and sweaters, but never in sweatpants and a hoodie! And he looked sooo good like that. 

Stephen cleared his throat, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. "I think we should slowly get started."

"You know what?" You spoke, leaning on the wall and looking up at the sorcerer. "I didn't have breakfast. Did you?" 

"We have so much work to do and you want to eat?" Stephen smirked. He was about to say something sarcastic, but his stomach spoke up before he could..

"I will take that as a no." You sighed and took Stephen by the sleeve of his hoodie. "We need some energy or we will pass out from looking at all that mess."

Stephen didn't question you- he was no procrastinator, but nothing bad would happen if he didn't clean the storage room right away. And he was really hungry. 

It’s not like Wong would scold him for not doing what he was supposed to do.

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"I feel like we forgot about something." The sorcerer said, wiping away the remains of his sandwich from his shirt on the pavement. The two of you decided to take the metro and go have breakfast on the other side of the city. Stephen proposed it, justifying his decision saying that he knew a great place. It was a sunny day in New York and it would be a shame to spend it all in the sanctum. That’s why you decided to eat in the park- something Stephen and you did regularly. Sometimes you sat there in silence, but there were times you would talk for hours, only stopping to eat whatever it was you bought to eat. Stephen cherished little moments like this. 

And today you couldn’t stop talking. It wasn’t even anything important. You started by discussing the newest episode of the soap opera you watched “out of boredom” and somehow ended up rating your favourite LEGO sets. Neither of you knew how much time had passed, but as long as the planet wasn’t in danger you could take things slow.

"Then I guess it wasn't important." You shrugged, laying down on the wooden bench, head in Stephen's lap. He never had a problem with you randomly laying down or leaning on him- on the contrary. The doctor really enjoyed being close to you. There wasn't a time he didn't feel comfortable around you which said a lot about how much he trusted you. “Let’s just stay here for a while. The weather is nice today.”

“Yeah,” Your friend exhaled loudly, hesitantly putting his hand on your shoulder. Thankfully you didn’t seem to mind- you just smiled. His heart skipped a beat. “Let’s stay here.”

You took your friend’s hand by the wrist and turned it to look at his watch. Realising it’s been almost 4 hours since you left the sanctum you smirked. Time always seemed to fly by when you were with Stephen. It was so peaceful.

Suddenly you gasped and sat up, almost hitting Stephen’s face. Life disappeared from your eyes and was replaced with fear. 

“Wong is gonna kill us.” You whispered. Something in Stephen snapped and the sorcerer was soon on his feet, taking your hand and running as fast as he could. 

“We are so dead!” He screamed, but you could hear his laugh through all that panic. 

You can deal with the consequences of Wong’s wrath if it meant that Stephen Strange would hold your hand like this again.

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Tag list: @gaitwae  @funsized-mimi  @queenjosielaufeyson @mischiefmanaged71 @eternal-silvertongued-prince @evelynrosestuff @andysnewgroove @jotaros-bara-tiddies

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Did you like it? Would you like to read more fics like this one or do you enjoy stories with more plot? I would like to know so that I know which fics I should focus more on (because I have plenty ideas- some would have more parts and some would be under 500 words depending on the plot)

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

Reminder that whatever you’re writing, you shouldn’t give up because no one else can put the puzzle together the same way you can. It’s unique to you, so stop comparing yourselves to others. That completely eliminates the whole purpose.