MIA’S SUMMER CELEBRATION!
in honor of finishing all of my schoolwork and getting some motivation back for writing, i'm holding a little celebration! below are different summer-related activities with a prompt beside them. please choose an activity and send me an ask (which will be linked in the title of each activity) for whatever you want to do! regular requests are still very much open, this is just a fun little thing to do!
you can request as many different times as you want, but please remember to only use one activity per ask!
please make sure to include a plot & genre for your blurb/fic requests and to specify if you would like gn!reader because i usually do fem!reader otherwise.
thank you, i love and appreciate all of you <3 (p.s. my other account is not posting anything i do and so i’m hoping this will reach more people here because i may just have to move over here!)
characters you may request an activity for!
MARAUDERS: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon.
THE FALL GUY: colt seavers.
CRIMINAL MINDS: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, derek morgan, emily prentiss.
SCREAM: chad meeks-martin, randy meeks, sam carpenter, stu macher, dewey riley, billy loomis, mindy meeks-martin.
DAISY JONES & THE SIX: graham dunne, warren rojas, eddie roundtree, karen sirko, billy dunne, daisy jones
FOURTH WING: xaden riorson, liam mairi, ridoc gamlyn, garrick tavis
STRANGER THINGS: steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley
MARVEL: tasm!peter parker, mcu!peter parker
TOP GUN: bradley bradshaw, jake seresin
activities!
go surfing. - send me any au request for a short fic/ drabble for any of the above characters (e.g. firefighter! james). make sure to include a short plot idea & any specific genre you'd like !
build sandcastles - send me a headcanon of a character and i'll give you one of my own or write a short blurb about it
blast the music - give me a song & i'll make a fic based off of it (i'll probably only do ones i've heard of before so if i don't get around to yours, just know that's why)
have a bonfire party - send me a character and trope and i'll write a short blurb for them
get a tan - tell me a little bit about yourself, give me a fandom & a gender preference, and i'll ship you with a character
stay up all night - send a regular request! plot & genre required <3
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floating lights | steve harrington
a/n: sorry if this super sucks!!! it’s not proofread and i just wrote it on a whim because i finally got motivation back. i know you guys voted for henderson!reader so i promise to try and make a little thing with that but i just had so much inspo for this. also sorry this is so long for barely anything to happen but!!! i hope you enjoy anyway and follow along for the rest of the series :) i might make the next chapters longer but i don’t want them to be too long incase you guys get bored so??? lmk what you prefer
content warnings: based off ‘tangled’ so technically hostage/kidnapping situation but it’s not really directly described as that, cursing, hitting with a frying pan ??, reader has long hair
wc: 1200
Being locked in a tower for eighteen years of your life certainly stunted your learning, in some ways. Not in academics, necessarily, but more so, it kept you from understanding what the appropriate response was in certain situations. You didn’t know how normal people reacted to a stranger climbing up the walls of their doorless towers, especially handsome strangers.
Probably, they would call the police. Putting that much effort into making it inside (as the tower was quite tall, your mother only being able to make her way in and out with your help) had to be a bad sign. But you didn’t have a phone or any way to contact anyone unless you dropped down and ran for dear life, and you didn’t have any weapons on hand to defend yourself, really.
So instead of reacting like a normal person one, like someone who’s mother wasn’t so overbearing they never let you leave home, you grabbed a frying pan and smashed it as hard as you could on the stranger’s head. The strength had knocked him out, which at least kept you safe. But you didn’t really know what to do now. Tie him to a chair, maybe? It would keep him from being able to harm you, at least. That was the main goal here.
And so, that was what you did. You stared at the man now in the chair, trying to wonder why such a pretty man would be coming inside your tower. He was too young to be a friend of your mother, he was probably your age, maybe a year older. His brown hair was falling in front of his face now that his head hung over, unconscious and not controlling his movements. Your eyes landed on the satchel crossed over his body, and you carefully removed it off of him to look inside, hoping to find more clues.
A glittering tiara sat inside, shiny and bright and extremely pretty. You pulled it out, handling it with as much delicacy as you could. The temptation to put it on was almost too much, but you heard grunting as soon as you started to hold it over your head, so you shoved it back in the satchel and kicked the satchel behind a nearby chair before turning back to your captive.
“Jesus, what the hell?” The stranger grumbled, eyes slowly opening. He struggled against your hair (which had been the only thing around you could think of to use to keep him from moving), presumably trying to bring a hand up to rub the sore spot on his head, and instantly panicked when he realized he couldn’t move. “What - did you tie me up?” He questioned, glancing down. “With… hair?”
“Who are you? What are you doing in my tower?”
“Could you answer my question first? Who the hell ties someone up with hair?” He huffed, glancing up at you, hair falling back into perfect place even after being knocked out.
“Me. Who are you, and what are you doing here?” You grabbed the frying pan again, holding it up in hopes that he was threatened enough to tell you what you wanted to know.
“Uh, my name’s Steve. Harrington. Could we put the frying pan down, maybe? Please?” He glanced back down for a second, noticing the missing satchel around his waist. “Did you take my satchel? Where is it?”
“I hid it. You won’t be able to find it.”
He glanced around the room, before his eyes caught on something gleaming behind the chair. A slow smile spread on his face, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Behind the chair?”
“No. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I can see it, babe.”
“No, you can’t. Because it isn’t there.”
“Okay. Sure. But it’s behind the chair.”
Your eyes narrowed at him, glancing back at your hiding space. You thought quickly, banging the pan against his head again and rushing to hide the satchel and tiara somewhere else, somewhere less obvious. You came back just in time to see him gain consciousness again with another groan.
“Could you stop doing that?”
“Why are you here? Are you some freaky serial killer?”
“I look freaky to you? Damn, babe, you really know how to deflate a guy’s ego. But no. I just - I was being chased by these guys, and I saw your tower so I… climbed it.”
You squinted, head tilting to the side, and Steve thought for a brief moment that it was adorable. That was before the throb in his head reminded him of the pan you were still holding.
“And you’re telling the truth?”
“Yes. Swear. Could you put the frying pan down, please?”
You sighed, reluctantly setting down the pan. “Okay. But I need to make a deal with you, first.”
“A deal? You’ve got me tied up here, babe, I don’t have much to offer.”
“Stop calling me that. And, I need you to take me somewhere.”
Steve tilted his head, urging you to continue with some more details. You just stared at him for a moment, not really knowing why you would trust a complete stranger with something like this: this was your lifelong dream. But, your mother wouldn’t indulge you, and he seemed nice enough. Nobody that pretty could truly be harmful, right?
“I - there’s these floating lights, in the kingdom. They happen every year, always on my birthday, and I’ve always wanted to see them.”
“Floating lights…” He trailed off, a confused look on his face that almost resembled a puppy. “The lanterns?”
“Um, yeah, I guess. I don’t really know what they’re called.”
Steve resisted the urge to ask anymore questions, finding this entire situation strange in the first place. “Okay. What do you need me for? You can’t just take yourself? Or have a friend bring you?”
“No. I don’t know my way there and besides, I don’t want to go… out there, alone. And if you haven’t noticed, it’d be a bit impossible for me to make any friends up here,” You gestured around you. How would you ever go to meet a friend? “My mother is a bit overprotective, and she doesn’t like for me to go outside. At all. But, she’s gone for three days and it’s my eighteenth birthday and I really need to see these lights.”
“You don’t go out? Like, ever? You’ve never been outside?” Steve questioned, making you shrink in on yourself as you shrugged. You knew it was an odd situation, but your mother was just keeping you safe.
“Anyway, if you bring me to see these lights and back… I’ll give you back your satchel and the tiara.”
“I could just find the tiara.”
“You won’t. Not this time. Besides, you’re trapped, and wouldn’t you like to get out of my hair?”
“Yes, that’s true.” Steve seemed to consider everything for a moment. “What if you give me back my satchel, and in return, you get nothing? Hasn’t my presence been gift enough, babe?”
“No. Stop calling me that.”
He sighed dramatically, before looking back at you with a defeated look. “Alright. You win, babe. I’ll take you to see the floating lights.”
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I actually have 2, Foolish One and The Story Of Us and the character I want for them is Billy Dunne from Daisy Jones and the Six. For Foolish One, it’s pretty self explanatory, the reader is in love with Billy and they have an affair kind of but it’s pretty much one sided since he’s with Camila and made it known that he’s not leaving her for the reader and she’s heartbroken.
For The Story of Us, the reader is in the band in place of Daisy and her and Billy were a couple but broke up because they were toxic but they’re in a band so they have to see each other a lot obviously so it’s just a bunch of tension and sneaky glances in a crowded room but not once do they actually speak to each other
That’s all I have for now, thank you 🥰
Hi love! I don’t know if this was meant for the ‘Speak Now TV’ celebration but that’s no longer going on <3 I unfortunately don’t have a ton of time to write like I thought I would when I tried to do that, so I’m sorry!
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