#erin's blurb request

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

maybe a lil fic with steve yk like he thinks you're together but r just thinks that they're just friends cuz she thinks he acts that way with everyone (he doesn't). so when he's like "we're going on that dinner date, right?" and she's just so confused and flabbergasted "since when did we start dating??"

I've missed your writing on my dashboard ily<3

i’m glad someone misses my writing. i hope this is okay🩷

steve harrington x fem!reader (this ended up being long… i’m shocked)

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“here comes loverboy.”

your brows pinched together at max’s words. looking over your shoulder to see steve leaving the register, heading back towards your booth with a pastel pink box in hand.

the boy slid into the open seat beside you. shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. his warmth radiating off his body blankets you from the february chill that seeps into the diner’s walls.

“what’s in the box?” robin questioned while making a grab for it. steve quickly slapped- gently tapped- the approaching hand away. robin making a scene for no one.

“not for you, buckley. for my favorite girl.” and steve looked directly at you.

“aw, thanks steve-o.” max fawned. a simple giggle slipped from your mouth while steve rolled his eyes. “not for you either, rugrat. only for my favorite, most special girl.” finally sliding the pastry box in front of you.

steve tapped his fingers against the table top, “they had your go-tos so i got one of each.” your cheeks warmed as you opened the top, “you didn’t have to, stevie.”

“yeah, stevie. what about us?” robin pointed between her and max, a twisted pout to her face.

steve eyed them, “what about you two? get your own stuff.” huffing like they were insane to think steve would do anything of that level for them.

eyeing the different options you grabbed a donut and proceeded to spilt the item into four small bites. handing off two for max and robin, replacing them with another two, one for you and the other for steve. hand waiting for steve, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist delicately as he bites into his awaiting treat. you chuckle at the silliness.

“you too are gross.” robin declared with her mouth full. steve copied her actions, “says you. close your mouth while chewing.” placing his hand over his mouth in after thought.

“so,” speaking up to change the subject, “any nice plans this week?” referring to valentine’s day on wednesday.

“lucas says he’s taking me some place special, which might be the arcade.” max played it cool but you could tell it affected her in a good way.

“band practice is my special valentine. can’t complain too much.” robin punctuated her sentence with a sip of water.

“what’s the dynamic duo gonna do on the day of love?” max teased, batting her lashes while cupping her cheeks.

you shrugged, “don’t think we have plans-“ “yes we do.” steve is quick to fix you misunderstanding.

there was a surprised spark in your eyes, “we do?”

steve’s brows furrowed, “yeah. i told you about the dinner date i scheduled.” now your bows scrunched, “yeah, but i thought you were going on a date.”

steve leaned towards you, “i am. with you.” punctuation on those two words, letting every letter hit you in the face.

you sat shell shocked, eyes focused over steve’s shoulder while robin and max almost jumped from their vinyl seats.

“for real?” “since when were you dating?”

at the word dating you shook away any incoming thoughts and waves away their curiosity. “we’re not dating. we’re just friends. steve’s like this with everyone.” knowing that would end any discussion.

three sets of eyes stared you down, you wanted to shrink into the ground from the attention. “what?” a squeak at their baring eyes.

“steve is only sugary sweet to you. do you not remember five minutes ago? when he bought you treats, without you asking, then told me and max to fuck off.” robin questioned.

“language-“ “i didn’t say that-“

max waved you both off, “whatever. what robin is trying to get at is, you are dating. steve openly flirty banters with you, you reciprocate in a flustered mess, and steve has hearts beaming from his corneas.” max’s palms smack onto the table.

your mouth opened, then closed. open, close, open, close. “i just,” you hands flapped about, “i- i thought he just- you know…”

“no we don’t, but please, tell us.” robin eyed you wolfishly.

anxiously you pinched the skin around your fingers, teeth biting into your bottom lip, eyes darting everywhere not knowing what your next move was.

“alright, enough teasing. let’s just get everyone home.” steve broke the silence. sliding out beside you then holding a waiting hand out, you couldn’t help but just to stare at it, like it might bite you or something.

“it’s alright, sweetheart. we’ll talk later.” soft, kind filled brown eyes watched your movements as you set your palm to his and he help you exit the booth smoothly. steve gave a squeeze before releasing his hold and your chest felt heavy again.

he called you sweetheart. he usually throws pet names about, but this one just felt… different. your brain connected to it differently.

robin and max were silent on the drive to their houses, radio at medium volume, but they kept the backseat of the bmw silent as a church mouse.

you could barely look steve’s way, barely glance at him from your peripheral. he didn’t seem tense from your words just… dejected. a gloomy cloud hanging over his head and it’s because you friend zoned him while he thought you both were together.

no chance he wants to be with you now, blew it for yourself before you even had a proper chance. you wallow in silence.

robin was the first to be dropped off. steve came to a slow stop in front of her tiny house, shifting into park so he could look back with a gentle smile, “call if you need anything. and try not to do anything clumsy.”

robin rolled her eyes in a playful manner, “i’ll try not to dad.” and she left with a comforting squeeze of your bicep.

steve waited until robin waved you off an closed her front door. “okay mayfield, home or someplace else?” he always asked when driving her.

“umm, wheeler’s. please.” yeah, she felt sorry about earlier. her please and thank you’s were a bit sparring.

again silence. you wanted to speak, but with max still in the car you held your tongue. pinching at the material of your jeans while eyeing the scenery passing by in a blur, you couldn’t help flinching at the touch of skin covering your own. you looked down cautiously to see steve’s right hand resting over your fidgeting one, stopping your mindless action.

the fifteen minute drive pasted into two minutes when you saw the big two story home come into view. you saw a couple of bikes laying in the front yard and suspected the boys also were invading the family home.

“thanks for the ride. i’ll be fine to get home later.” shuffling mixed with her words before popping the left back door open. a soft thud followed her exit then she stopped outside your window and lightly tapped.

you rolled it down with concern at her sorrow filled expression. “i’m sorry. about earlier. i wasn’t trying to-“

“max,” cutting her off, “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean harm and plus, might’ve opened my eyes today.” playing coy with your words.

a smile flickered at her lips while her eyes looked over your shoulder. she left with a pep to her step and you were finally alone with your steve.

“so wanna-“ “did you really think we weren’t dating?”

you could help your light chuckle, “getting straight to the point i see.”

steve sputtered, “i just- it felt like we’ve been on multiple dates. and- and we’re very touchy with each other, always there for each other. i just- i just thought we were dating after the trip to chicago.”

that did turn into a pretty romantic trip now that you thought back on certain scenarios. “i think i’m just blind to romantic advances. didn’t think i was your type.” mumbling the last part.

you’ve seen the girls steve’s been with in the past. all perfect, petite, not quite hair out of place and makeup painted over delicate skin. you weren’t those things, you were messy at times, flyaways sticking up from nonexistent static, stains appearing on your clothes without knowing.

you didn’t deserve steve, he deserved someone-

“hey.” a finger crooked under your chin and moved your head from its slumped position. steve homely brown eyes darted over your face, your imperfections. you wanted to flinch away. he must’ve read your mind since her cupped your cheeks with his warm palms.

“you are none of those things i know your thinking too much about. you are completely deserving of being loved deeply and i’m happy to be that person to pour his soul into yours. if you’ll verbally say yes so we’re on the same page this time.”

your own hands wandered to hold onto steve’s wrist, “that was quite romantic of you. didn’t think of you to be a sap.” deflecting a bit from nerves.

steve smiled brightly, “for you i’ll always be a sap. practically turn into honey for you.” leaning over his console to press a kiss onto the tip of your nose. “so what do you say, wanna give us a proper go?”

you bit into your bottom lip, “i guess i could try.” smiling so wide your cheeks ached as steve dotted kisses over your face, not suppressing your giggles of glee.

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[aconflagrationofmyown]

but then…Gigi

a future forward one shot, circa 1979

Snuggle me Tender

Trust me I laughed and cringed every bit as hard as you over that title but after the strain of pushing this mushiness out of my brain in under twelve hours I haven’t got any sensible titles left in me, ok?

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: next to none? complete fluff and no rancidity for once, just Big Daddy Elvis with a very young baby and a very young wife and tour life and mentions of his health concerns…so much baby talk which I do not apologize for, if you’ve never done it I suggest you do, it adds years to your life. To quote Alex Turner: “I’ve been feelin’ foolish, you should try it.”

Word count: 2,884 is my version of a blurb, ok?

Notes: this is dedicated to my baby Bri whose devastating prompts lead to this whole Gigi endeavor and whose sweetness lightens up my life

Blaring horns end the set with its iconic flourish, their brassy notes echoing in his ears as he exits. It was a good show, a lively audience and Ronnie kept the rhythm together this time and even the sound system was decent for such a packed out stadium. Elvis is satisfied as he takes his final farewell of the sea of glossy, enamored faces, the frenzied send off of their ovation thudding into his veins so thickly he thinks his pulse will jump straight outta his wrists.

He flicks his writs irritably and hooks his thumbs into his belt, hoisting it just that little bit from where his exertions made it creep down and down and ever down, keeping it where it’s not pinching him as he lets the boys hustle him off the stage and into the back hallways in a well worn maneuver. The clapping and roar of the crowd is still deafening and he’s still attuned to it, vibrating like a leaf and the shake, rattle and roll of it pounds along with his chest and more worrisome still is the way his vision flickers with it, like some damn techno scene. But it’s just the fluorescents, and this interminable hallway leading to his dressing room.

And to his girls.

He takes a deep breath and tries to begin the effort of steadying himself just a little before foisting himself on them. It’s easier, so much easier, with them here, but his blood pressure still skyrockets each time he performs and it doesn’t seem like there’s a pill or a regimen out there to prevent it. It might be the death of him one day and awhile back he might have flippantly hoped so.

Now he’s got his girls to live for

and he tries his hardest to moderate himself, to temper himself in between to be the man he wants so badly to learn he is, not just the icon he’s perceived to be. Every step takes him closer to the anecdote and he breathes easier, hiking his belt higher so he can really gulp in those belly expanding breaths and he feels Charlie patting his back, his boys murmuring in an affirmative babble that it was a good show.

Elvis knows it was. He doesn’t need them to tell him. There’s only one persons opinion he gives a shit about right now and she’s probably conked out asleep or at the tit. Both of which sound like damn good options to mimic, in Elvis’ opinion.

Little Miss Erin Love Presley.

She’s become his life and between her and Gigi and Yissa he is bombarded with the insistence that he is wanted to the point that he’s gradually had to assume that, well…that he is -wanted, that is.

He’s wanted. Not just needed.

And so he allows them to fret over his pulse and he agrees to less stimulants when possible and he endeavors to be a more cheerful bastard despite the persistent urge to bite heads off most days.

Ricky jogs ahead of him, opens the door that Sam’s been standing in front of and ushers Elvis inside hurriedly before closing the door behind him, leaving him alone with his little family. Nearly blinded by the change in lighting, Elvis staggers towards where he knows there's a couch in the gloomy dressing room Gigi so considerately dimmed for his sake.

“You were magnificent, daddy!” her soft praise registers more profoundly than all the applause out there and Elvis sinks into the couch utterly spent, yet entirely satisfied.

“Thanks darlin’.” He murmurs with his head tilted back, winded and a thousand miles away but he’s trying to come back down. His hand reaches out for her hip and the give of her soft flesh tethers him to earth.

Gigi doesn’t skip a beat before she’s bending down and unclamping the large buckle from his belly single-handedly with practiced ease, delighting in the relieved groan Elvis lets out as she removes the heavy ornament. She swings it away from him only to replace it with the soft weight of their baby girl.

“I’ll get your medicines, you hold tight.” Gigi soothes, her hand lovingly pushing his hair back from off his damp forehead before she bends to kiss it and he chases her wearily for a taste of her lips which she presses to his ardently before pulling away to go find his pills.

Baby girl is perched on his belly in her tiny sequined onesie, balancing like a Pilates teacher on a ball, her wobbly little neck doing its utmost to stay straight and fix him with her appealing stare. It’s devastatingly effective when paired with her pitifully frustrated little squeaks.

Elvis knows what Lovey wants and a few months ago he might’ve been appalled at the notion of it despite being an utter sap for his daughter. It had seemed too gross to subject her to the post-show sweat and musk that cling to him in moments like these. But like her mommy, the little girl wouldn’t take less than the deepest of intimacies and so he has learned that Lovey will continue her fussing until she feels the warmth of his skin beneath her.

The tiny wrist golden chain around her wrist jangles as she tries to pull herself up the ornate expanse of his jumpsuit front, clawing determinedly up the exquisite sundial motif towards the heaving expanse of his sweaty chest. ‘Return if found’ her bracelet reads and Elvis smirks at the notion of her being put down long enough by either of her parents to be misplaced.

“Hey cuddle bug, hey how’s it goin’, hmm?” he coos to her and finds his voice is fried and gravelly.

Without having to even reach he finds Gigi pressing a plastic cup into his hand that he ravenously accepts along with blood pressure regulators she presses into his palm, small and round and white. He throws them back with exhausted gusto and his baby nearly wobbles backwards in her arc to follow his movements with her big ole baby head.

They made a pretty baby, he and Gigi, how could they not? -but even the prettiest of babies have bowling balls for heads compared to the rest of their body and it still tickles Elvis immensely. He wheezes a laugh into the last of the water while catching her head with his other hand and crushes the cup with something bordering a burp and a groan.

Lovey’s bright little eyes expand just a fraction more at the vibrations against her belly. “ ‘scuse me, miss.” he teases, eyes still wavering blearily as he tries to focus on Gigi rummaging for something at the far end of the dim room. The water makes him feel at least partially alive again and he runs his hand beneath his nose to catch the sweat and what all that is collecting atop his lip.

Heaving in a big breath he feels his hands calm their shakes enough he looks down at Lovey’s valiant attempts to reach the apex of his unzipped suit, clammy baby hands snagging the hair on his belly and tugging. He’s gonna have bald patches down there at this rate, he’s told Gigi this and she just lathers more hippy oil on him and says he’ll be alright -so he guesses he will be.

“Look at you baby, so strong, yes you is, fightin’ gravity like a champ, got yo’self halfway up the sun, yes you has. Want daddy to help ya? Hmm? Yeah? You want a kiss, don’t ya? Me too, I want kisses from my bestest girl.”

He hooks his thumbs beneath the giving flesh of Lovey’s armpits and pulls the floppy length of her higher till she’s balanced on his broad chest, in between his gaping jumpsuit front, watching as she crows and grins the minute she feels his tacky skin beneath her palms. The swell of his belly keeps her high up and her little elbows dig into his soft chest, it’s a well worn ritual to spend her “belly time” on his chest, fascinated by her daddy’s face. It holds her interest more than any gaudy toy or tv show ever could.

Elvis pats her bottom gently with his ringed hand, careful not to pinch her delicate thighs as Lovey kicks and shudders in delight at getting her way. She’s a little masochist, his baby, she drools and coos even as she grips significant portions of his chest hair and tugs in glee as if it’s her own personal shag carpeting to aid her towards scooting up that last little bit needed for her to kiss him on the chin.

“Das it, das it almost there, gonna give daddy a kissy? Gonna gimme kissies? I wan’ ‘em so bad, yes I do!” Elvis pickers his lips and she strains every ounce of her little self to grab ahold of his sideburns. It’s all over then, Lovey is triumphant in her grip, a pack of wild horses can’t tear anythin’ that baby has once she’s grabbed ahold of it. With a gurgly little crow she scoots herself up till she’s able to devour his chin.

She’s quite coordinated when preening her angelic little face up to receive a kiss but upon dishing them out she goes about it like a starved man would a set of pork ribs, open mouthed and with the goal to slobber as much as possible on the recipient. Elvis can’t bear to turn her away ever and in his after-show state of permanent dampness he doesn’t even think twice as a sloppy, gummy and fervent baby adds to the sweat rolling down his throat.

“Fank you.” he murmurs, tilting his head to facilitate her attack, “Fank you so much, ooh, I love your kisses, ya know that? Favorite kisses in the world, yes ‘dey are! Better than any of those out there, Mhmm, way better. Yes, yes better gimmer another -aww thank ya!”

Gigi watches from the side as she finishes her breast pumping by the dimmed vanity as Elvis puckers his cherub lips and pecks at their baby’s matching glossy pink pair. In this moment with their bobbing heads and tender coos and the nearly identical soft forms of them both slouching in their matching jumpsuits -they could be twins. The thought makes her smile and right in this moment there’s a belonging she feels so strongly and richly that her eyes burn with it.

“I thought it went pretty well, mhmm, what’d ya think about the new song, hmm?” he always does this, consults Lovey’s side-of-stage perspective on his show and he swears to Gigi that her feedback is essential for the success of what has been a certainly well received comeback tour. “Yeah I thought so too, ‘could tinker with those background vocals but the bass was tight. Yeah, yeah man, I know, I told ‘em, but they don’t listen, no dey don’t! I know! I know I told ‘em! Can ya believe that, Lovey? Oh well.”

With each of his heavy breaths and remonstrances Elvis’ chest heaves and sends Lovey tilting further and further up to his face till she’s careening alarmingly into the crease of his neck, wedged between it and the couch back. The tip of her tiny body makes Elvis die laughing with a fit of those genuine, hiccuping laughs that their baby loves to mimic until they both end up dry coughing from their mirthful wheezes. He gets them both situated again, Lovey firmly back on the safe expanse of his tacky chest with his hands criss crossed over her tiny back. One of his hands can span the entire width of her little ribcage and folded over each other as his hands are now, they looks like a bejeweled turtle shell sheltering their Lovey’s delicate back.

Gigi packs up her kit and rummages through her sack for Elvis’ glasses before they’re needed for the camera-flash-lit trek back to the hotel.

Lovey lets out a vigorous yawn, suddenly utterly tuckered out from watching her daddy perform and waiting up to kiss him backstage. It catches Elvis’ attention and yet again he’s amazed by the fact he feels even remotely weary himself, like he’s able to tap into his girl’s calmer systems and regulate his own just a little to match them. Not so much a family as a trinity of souls so intertwined they’ve long since lost where one ends and the other begins.

“You sleepy, hmm?” Elvis hums to her and strokes over her head soothingly, “How bout we go back to that nice hotel then, we can eat somethin’ and yer mommy’ll call up Yissa to say goodnight. How’s that sound, hmm?”

Lovey rubs her face into his chest to emphasize how much she needs this sleep plan to be enacted speedily, the tired rub backfiring as his chest hairs tickle her sensitive little nose. Without fail it makes her sneeze violently and afterwards she’ll gaze up him dazedly as if asking for explanation as to her own bodily functions.

“Hutchooo, bwess you.” he thumbs at her sloberdy chin. “Dat was a big one, wasn’t it? Mhmm, daddy’s sorry he’s so fuzzy. Don’t got that problem when ya snugglin’ wif mommy, do ya? Nu-uh, smooth as marble, that pretty girl, ain’t she? Mhmm.” he ponders Gigi’s loveliness with a dreamy look of appreciation and his baby resignedly lays her head in the sweaty thatch of chest hair, wadding it away from her face with a tiny fist, Elvis stares over her head at Gigi who he knows has been playing at being busy to let him wind down.

They share a knowing little smile and Gigi shoves off from her perch on the vanity and clip clops over to him in her strappy heels, bending at the waist and offering him a lovely view down the neck of her dress as she gently fits his tinted glasses on his face. “There, all set.” she murmurs fondly while fiddling with his hair, dabbing at the mess of sweat and drool that the now sleeping baby has left in her wake.

Ricky cracks open the heavy metal door with great care but it’s not enough care to please Elvis who barks

“Gently, for God’s sake, there’s a baby sleepin’ in here!”

and Gigi smirks as she herself gets manhandled by her new husband to sit beside his bulky manspread, for no other reason perhaps than to keep her ass pointed away from Ricky. Gigi suspects that Elvis likes to bark at his traumatized entourage just because he enjoys getting to cite the baby’s needs. He has a baby again, and it’s turned him into more of a bear than a man on this tour. That thought makes Gigi sigh dreamily and she lays her head on Elvis’ shoulder and watches as Lovey’s sleeping breaths stay even and calm despite his outburst, utterly secure in her daddy’s love.

Gigi gets her thigh patted in recognition and she shudders as always from that promising touch, feeling how torn he is between winding down or thrumming off into the astral sphere. Only once they’re in the hotel and snug in the white sheets with Yissa on the phone will she know which way the night will go.

“Car’s all set.” Jerry quietly delivers the message that Ricky fled before he could finish delivering.

“Thanks man.” Elvis nods and after exchanging a look with Gigi asks her, “Ya ready, baby girl?”

“Yes.” she nods and gives him her arm as an aid to heft himself out of his burrow in the couch, his one arm still occupied cradling Lovey to his chest.

Gigi helps him drape his coat around his shoulders, flapping around him like one of his capes, allowing him to pull it over Lovey’s face in the ensuing glare of the photographer’s flashes as they speed down the hallways and into the parking lot, hand in hand.

Lovey is used to the racket, the screams and the pounding of an audience a natural backtrack to her young life. Nevertheless, Elvis moves gingerly, stays calculated in his movements lest he jostle her as he follows Gigi into the car, scooting into his seat as methodically as possible, his exhausted thighs quivering from this last ounce of endurance demanded of them. He succeeds though, Lovey still snoozing and drooling onto his chest by the time the Limo door shuts and they’re off in a streak of light and motion against the night sky.

He can feel Gigi slip her smaller hand into his own on the seat between them, tugging until he surfaces from his trance and turns his face towards her with a relieved sigh to find her always there beside him when he needs it.

“You alright, daddy?” she checks in with him and he watches as her features, so lovingly crafted by a generous God to make her appear young enough to be his baby much less have one herself, are gently lit by the occasional street lamp glowing into their speeding haven.

“Yeah darlin.” Elvis rumbles from deep in his chest, rubbing the back of his knuckles against her soft cheek, watching as Gigi leans into his affections as eagerly as that first night they met, “Never been better. I mean it, gonna need to make this the order of business. You and Lovey waitin’ for me, end of show -I could go on forever like this.”

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Hey :) I was wondering if since it’s a leap year you would maybe write a oneshot or blurb or smth with James Maguire x reader (maybe like Quinn!reader from your series??) where she proposes on the 29th of February bc it’s a tradition that comes from Ireland?? I just think it would be so cute bc he just totally wouldn’t see it coming and I’ve never seen anyone do it in a fic before

Leap Day (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: You, the girls, and James are now well into your twenties. Life is perfect, except for one little thing that’s been on your mind. After taking with your friends about it, you figure you should take matters into your own hands.

A/N: won’t put it on my series masterlist, but this could be seen as an epilogue of sorts to the fella series (even tho it’s not finished yet lol) but obvi it can be read as its own thing. Also im american so sorry for any terminology and such i get wrong. reader, james, and the girls are obvi aged up

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If you had told your younger self that you and your friends ended up staying in Derry after finishing school, she would’ve thought you lost your mind. All she thought about was graduating and leaving home, traveling the world, and escaping her pain-in-the-ass sister Erin and somewhat crazy family.

But if she saw the life you had now, she’d probably understand. Because you had everything you truly wanted.

You had a nice little job close to your flat where you managed a bookstore. It was a quaint shop that became a frequent stop for some of the local teenagers. Erin also stopped by every now and then to boast about what she had already read.

When you weren’t working, you were with your friends. You were a bit more tame than you were in your adolescence, but that all usually went out the window when Michelle got a drink or two in her. Which happened often.

But the best part of your day was when you’d go home to see your boyfriend of many years, the love of your life, James Maguire.

“So, what’s goin’ on with you and him, anyway?” Michelle asked as she messily poured everyone a glass of wine. Every now and then, you and the girls got together for a night to get drunk and catch each other up on anything that happened since the last time you’d gotten together. For some reason, you and James were a bit of a hot topic tonight.

“What d’ya mean, Michelle? You know what’s going on with us.” You laughed, taking your wine glass from her.

“I mean, when are the two of you getting hitched? Has he even popped the question to ya?”

“Believe me, Michelle, you’d all be the first to know if we got engaged.” You said a bit glumly, downing your drink and waving your glass around for Michelle’s attention to fill it again.

“He still hasn’t asked you?” Clare asked with an incredulous look. From the start, she had been a big supporter of your and James’ relationship. If it was up to her, you’d probably have a few kids and a house in the countryside by now. “You’ve been going out since we were sixteen! And you just turned twenty-five a few months ago, didn’t you?”

“Yup.” You responded, popping the ‘p.’ “Nine years and no ring.” You held your bare hand up to prove your point. “But I don’t mind too much. As long as we’re together, that’s really what matters.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Clare cooed.

“It’s shit.” Michelle countered.

“Michelle’s right, Y/n,” Erin said, grabbing a crisp from the bowl in the middle of the table. “You’ve been waiting for James to propose since we finished at Our Lady Immaculate; admit it.”

“Have not!” You laughed at the absurdity of your sister’s sentence, but the looks everyone gave you made it die down. “Okay, maybe a little. But not seriously! It was just like a dream, you know? Like Erin thinking she’ll get published or Granda thinking Ma will actually divorce Daddy.” 

Everyone giggled, except for Erin, who was grumbling about your little jab.

“Be serious, Y/n!” Clare laughed, patting your hand. “You’ve been waiting for him to ask for a long while.”

You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine around with a sigh. 

“Maybe a bit.” You answered quietly. It hadn’t really nagged at you too much until recently. After all, you had been together for almost a decade, and everyone else around you seemed to be getting engaged or married. You loved James; truly, you did. But it felt like you were missing out a little. “But I’m fine with waiting.”

“The question is, Y/n, how long are you gonna have to wait until he actually does it?” Erin asked, leaning forward to stare at you. You shrugged, not really knowing the answer and not really wanting to respond.

“You might as well ask him, Y/n!” Your cousin Orla said with a grin. She was always an optimist. “He might just be scared you’ll say no!”

“You know, now that you say it, that’s probably why he hasn’t asked yet,” Michelle said, taking a sip from her wine glass that had been filled more graciously than anyone else’s. “After all, James is a pussy.”

“Don’t call my fella a pussy, Michelle!” You reprimanded, yet you still laughed along with everyone else.

“I can call my cousin what I want. And the fact is that he’s a pussy!”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea, really,” Clare said when everyone’s chuckles had died down. She gasped. “This is a leap year! You could ask him on the twenty-ninth!”

“That’s next week, Clare.” You said a bit nervously. Of course, you’d marry James in a heartbeat. But the thought of proposing, especially so soon, made you a bit sick to the stomach. Now you realize why James probably hasn’t asked you yet.

“It’s either next week or another four years, Y/n,” Michelle said with a teasing smile.

You gulped, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. As you thought about it, you had to admit that it wasn’t really a bad idea. Sure, you had less than an ideal amount of time to plan everything out. But you could probably get something small but nice together.

“Okay… Who’s going ring shopping with me?” The girls squealed at your question, getting up to surround you in a drunken group hug.

***

It was the twenty-ninth, and you were a nervous wreck. The ring weighed heavy in your pocket as you paced around your dining room. Dinner was sitting waiting on the table, and you were playing your little speech of love over and over in your head. All you needed was James, who should be home soon. But as the minutes ticked by, you wished the clock would freeze so you could have more time to prepare for this.

“Darling, I’m home!” James called out as he opened the door, and you realized you were out of time. You skipped out to the front hall to greet your boyfriend.

“Hi, Jamie.” You cooed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek before stepping away so he could hang up his coat. 

“Sorry I’m a bit late, needed to finish some things at the office.” 

“Oh, that’s okay, hun.” You waved your hands, both to dismiss his unneeded apology and to get rid of some nervous energy.

James gave you a quick peck before walking off to the bedroom to change, leaving you to overthink a bit more. You wanted tonight to be perfect. James deserved nothing less than that.

To pass the time, you grabbed a candle and placed it in the middle of the small table, finding a lighter to light the wick.

“It’s so nice to be home,” James murmured as he walked over to you, arms slinking around you to pull you close to his chest. He buried his face into your neck, leaving a kiss or two before taking a deep breath. “Dinner smells good.”

“Thank you, Jamie.” You turned your head to kiss his cheek before pulling away from him. The two of you sat down and started putting food on your plates.

You talked about anything and everything, James leading most of the conversation, which you were grateful for. You felt that if you had to talk too much, you’d either stutter too much or end up spoiling your surprise. James held your hand most of the time, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he talked about something amusing that happened at work.

Eventually, your plates were clear and your cups were empty. James was finishing up a story about something a few of his lads had done while they were all watching some sports game you didn’t know much about. You knew that now was your time.

“Jamie?” He hummed, perking up at the sound of his name. 

“Yes, love?”

“I love you.” You didn’t really know how else to start.

“I love you, too, N/n,” James said, smiling as he squeezed your hand.

You took a deep breath, about to give the speech that you’d been preparing in your head.

“I’ve known that you were the one for me since we were fifth years. Probably since I first saw you at the bus stop. That’s probably crazy, knowing something like that so early and so young… But it’s true.” You laughed, thumb sweeping over his knuckles. “These have been the best years of my life, being with you. And it might be a bit selfish of me, but I want more of them.”

“Y/n…” James whispered, tilting his head. “What are you saying, darling?”

“We have a bit of a tradition here.” You say, wiggling your hand from James’ grasp and standing up. “Ladies’ Privilege, Bachelor’s Day, whatever you fancy calling it. Where on Leap Day, girls can propose to their fella.” You stuck your hand in your pocket, fiddling with the ring. “And seeing how it’s Leap Day now, and I have a ring and all, I guess there’s just one last thing to ask.”

James’ expression turned even more stunned when you got down on one knee, now holding the silver band up in front of him. 

“Will you marry me, Jamie?”

In the few seconds of silence after that question, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. He looked at you stunned, and you desperately wanted to know what was going through his mind. How long would you have to kneel on the ground for him to give you an answer?

But then he smiled brightly, and all your worry slipped away.

“Of course, I’ll marry you!” James slipped out of his chair to join you on the floor and grabbed your face, giving you a long and deep kiss. You gripped his curls in your free hand, the other resting on his shoulder. When he pulled away, he let out an airy laugh. “I never thought I’d be the one being proposed to.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” You giggled with him as you slipped the band onto his ring finger. “Happy Leap Day.”

“Happy Leap Day, indeed,” James said before kissing you again.

#agaypanic #james maguire #james maguire x reader #derry girls #derry girls x reader

[headkiss]

hi anna!

saw your request were open and was wondering if this is something that might inspire a little blurb

steve with this prompt: tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt

do as you like!

love you💗💗💗

erin!!! hi!!! tysm for requesting i hope u like it ily | 0.5k and so fluffy and cheesy idk what came over me

Steve never thought he’d be a morning person. Not until he lived with you.

He loves waking up when it’s next to you, seeing the way the sunlight slipping through the blinds hits you. The prettiest you’ve ever looked, to him, is in the morning, your eyes still cloudy with sleep and hair messy. Of course, he thinks you’re pretty all of the time, but it’s different in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

It’s a way nobody else gets to see you. For his eyes only.

He especially loves waking up before you. To be able to look at you in the calm of the morning when your face is completely relaxed.

You’re soft in a way you only allow him to see. Trusting him in the greatest way by being at your most vulnerable state with him—asleep.

Today, you’re laying on your stomach, face resting on his chest and your arms hugging him close. The blankets have shifted, resting at the bottom of your back. The shirt you’re wearing—the one that’s actually his—has ridden up to let a sliver of your skin show.

Steve smiles and tugs on the hem to cover it back up, not wanting you to get cold. He pulls the blankets up, too.

He’s not sure how long it is before you wake up. How long it is that he watches you, admires the way your eyelashes kiss the skin of your under eyes, the pout on your lips from your face being pressed against his chest.

He pushes the hair from your forehead and pushes a kiss there.

You shift then, your body slowly coming to. The first thing you feel is Steve. His skin against your cheek, his hands running over you softly, the softest peck to your forehead. A lazy smile spreads across your face.

“Morning, Stevie,” your voice is scratchy with sleep, but he loves the sound all the same.

“Hi, baby.”

You prop your chin up onto his chest, looking at his face. His eyes are soft as always, chocolate brown and shining. His hair lacking its usual style, messy but just as perfect. You peck his chest once, then twice.

“Sleep okay?” He asks.

“Always sleep well with you. I think you’re bad dream repellent, or something.”

“If anyone here is bad dream repellent, it’s you. Looking so pretty in my shirt.”

“Stop it,” you bury your face in his neck, suddenly shy from his attention even though he gives it to you constantly. The domesticity with him is something you can never get over. Whispers of a future where you might be waking up in a forever home instead of a small apartment.

“Don’t hide, come back,” his hand sneaks its way underneath the hem of your shirt, running up and down against your skin.

“You’re being too sweet. Can’t look at you or I’ll die!”

“So dramatic, baby.”

“‘S true,” you mumble against his skin.

You think if you died looking at Steve Harrington, well, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington request #steve harrington requests #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington story #steve x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things steve #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stevie blurbs

[fxllfaiiry]

𝐜𝐨𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !

⎯⎯ requested by my angel @gettingrailedbyreid !  

⎯⎯ some of these do have smut in them so please read the content warnings, thank you <33

⎯⎯ please note: not all of these fics are specifically “autumn” they just give me the vibes! oh and expect alot of halloween fics on here! 

days spent with you - @erin-bo-berin​ 

pairings: steve harrington x reader​

this blurb <3 - @starryeyedstories​

pairings: steve harrington x reader​

sweater weather - @upsidedownwithsteve​

pairings: eddie munson x reader​

little witch - @peterthepark​

pairings: eddie munson x reader​

pumpkin pie - @surprisenecromancy​ 

pairings: eddie munson x reader​

pretty little thing - @n0agranger​

pairings: steve harrington x reader​

lazy on you - @/upsidedownwithsteve

pairings: steve harrington x reader​

I miss you, I’m sorry - @keeryshouse​

pairings: steve harrington x reader​

what’s your favorite scary movie? - @iovesteveharrington​ 

pairings: robin buckley x reader 

halloween 1986 - @guccisweatpants​

pairings: steve harrington x reader​

books and cuddles - @songs4themoon​

pairings: robin buckley x reader

falling leaves - @plus-size-reader​

pairings: spencer reid x reader

the curse of the love sweater - @behindyourbarrette​ 

pairings: spencer reid x reader

cozy cafe - @spacedikut​ 

pairings: spencer reid x reader

That’s Why I Love the Fall - @idmakeitbehave​

pairings: spencer reid x reader

this blurb <3 - @donald4spiderman​

pairings: spencer reid x reader

sweater weather - @accioxreparo​  

pairings: remus lupin x reader

twin secrets - @seerius​ 

pairings: sirius black x reader

annotated books & sleek hardcovers - @messers-moony​ 

pairings: regulus black x reader

this fic <3 - @simoncowellsjuicytit​ 

pairings: poly!marauders x reader 

autumn leaves - @moonlitmeeks​ 

pairings: remus lupin x reader

fall(ing) for you - @/moonlitmeeks

pairings: james potter x reader

say it - @skeletonsslut​ 

pairings: matt murdock x reader

devil’s horn(y) - @freshabogados​ 

pairings: matt murdock x reader

everywhere - @imlilconcerned​ 

pairings: rafe cameron x reader

costume - @bruh--wtf​ 

pairings: jj maybank x reader

do not scare those kids! - @/moonlitmeeks

pairings: kaz brekker x reader

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #stranger things spoilers #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader #lesbian #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #matt murdock x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #kaz brekker x reader #rafe cameron x reader #marauders x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #regulus black x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine #halloween #autumn #if y'all want I'll make a part two with different characters!

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Prompts

Updated: 24/01/23

Here you will find any prompts that have been sent to me. I do not accept requests but I love prompts/ideas/brain storming together and if I like your idea you will find it here. This isn’t a guarantee that it will be written and you’re more than welcome to send your prompt to other people because idk when my brain will want to cooperate with writing these, which is exactly why I don’t take requests; prompts and ideas are a lot less daunting to me 🫶

Rachel daly x Reader ~ angst to fluff where they have an argument and they are both screaming and rachel says something that takes it too far but then a few days later Rachel apologises - @wosoobsessed

Rachel Daly x Reader ~ girlfriend Rach is finally done with her bullshit and is ready to let herself love someone and its for keeps - @hernightsky (in progress - Can’t Keep Up)

Millie x Reader ~ Autistic reader who’s special interest is photographing womans football, Millie notices reader at matches and training and tries to talk to her - @kayls93

Anons

Rachel x Reader ~ Could you do one where we are really like tough and dont show emotions or really smile but we are soft for rachel and the lionesses realise that and start to question it

Add on from @woso-scotland ~ R could be a boxer, and they either meet while Rach is at Houston or at Villa through someone like Ruesha on a team game night.

Millie Bright x Reader ~ I hate conflict so much but I’d be getting into fights just for Mills to protect me 😂

Millie Bright x Rachel Daly x Reader ~ Rach and Millie being separated in a meeting for talking and being too loud (in progress - Odd One Out)

Millie Bright x Reader ~ We need possessive Millie with golden retriever gf 🫶🏻

Rachel Daly x Reader ~ You meet while walking your dogs every morning (in progress)

Sequels

These are sequels that have been requested by readers, I encourage anyone with ideas of how to continue these stories to send them to me otherwise they probs won’t get written 😘

Lucy Bronze - Camera Doesn’t Lie

Maybe they embark on a secret relationship and it’s all fun and games keeping the secret until Lucy gets super jealous and decides she needs to officially stake her claim! - @lostintimeandmusic

Millie Bright - Big Mouth

Lauren Hemp - Crazy for You

Millie Bright - Around if you Need Me

My Ideas

Somewhere to store the ideas I’ve had but are yet to come into fruition ~ feel free to message if you have any further ideas for these!

Reader’s ex calls to ask for free match tickets and is really rude on the phone, overheard by Mills/Rach/Leah who immediately go into protection mode and puts them in their place (in progress - X)

Another player coming on to Rach at a party right in front of reader

Rach x Reader series add on of ‘where are they now’ short stories (in progress)

Your gf won’t buy you a giant squishmallow but someone surprises you (in progress - Cheat You Better)

Beth McCarthy song series addition with her new song ‘idk how to talk to girls’ with ✨someone✨ I haven’t written for yet, maybe Jess Carter or Georgia Stanway 🤷🏻‍♀️

Erin Cuthburt fic because this site needs more Erin - ideas welcome!

Collection of New Years blurbs

Falling in love with Ruesha

#millie bright x reader #rachel daly x reader #lucy bronze x reader #Lauren hemp x reader #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso masterlist

[shmaptainwrites]

[prompt list]

here’s a list of prompts that i have inspiration to write for! send them my way with one of the characters/ships below and i’ll write a little blurb for it :)

characters/ships:

bobby nash

harry hart

hawkeye pierce

ravi pannikar

din djarin → (i don’t have as much inspiration for him so blurbs may take a teeny bit longer)

and if you’re feeling adventurous here are some oc x character ships from a series i’m working on :)

ravi pannikar x erin nash

evan buckley x mariella nash

send requests here!

Angst

“i love you” / “tell me that when you’re sober”

“i told you to leave but you didn’t. i gave you a chance”

“you don’t mean that”

“he/she/they never came back even though they said they would”

“he/she/they forgot me”

Hurt Comfort

“hey, hey just look at me okay? you’re gonna be fine”

“i can’t sleep”

“shh i know”

“i didn’t know where else to go”

“i don’t care. i just want you to stay with me”

Fluff

“i just…adore you”

“i can’t believe you fell asleep on me…again”

“i like you just the way you are”

“kiss me”

“just a little while longer, please?”

#prompt list #bobby nash x reader #hawkeye pierce x reader #harry hart x reader #bobby nash #harry hart #hawkeye pierce #evan buckley #ravi pannikar #ravi pannikar x reader #evan buckley x oc #ravi pannikar x oc #911 fox #mash #kingsman secret service #kingsman #din djarin x reader #din djarin

[ohwowimlonley]

Megs 1k teaparty

First of all,, hey guys! Literally so happy bc I made it back to 1,000 followers after my account got deleted just over two months ago now which is totally insane, so I just thought I celebration is in order!

Everyone is allowed to participate, anon or not, but I just kindly ask that you follow me before sending in a request!

This event will last from Monday the fourteenth to the last day of November

Earl Gray - letters from your favourite [send me your favourite character and your pronouns + name (if you want), and I’ll write you a letter from the perspective from that character (SFW ONLY IF YOURE NOT A MOOT)]

Lemon and Ginger - pairings [does what it says on the tin tbh, give me your pronouns, fandom and gender preference along with some info on you and I’ll pair you with someone (up to two fandoms)]

Green tea - kink -> character [send me a kink and a fandom and I’ll tell you what character has that kink]

Chamomile and Honey - moodboards [send me a character + aesthetic and I’ll make a moodboard]

Ginseng - p.links [send me a character and I’ll give you a p.link I think suits them]

English Breakfast - handwritten notes [MOOTS ONLY, send me this and I’ll hand write you a cute lil message]

Peppermint - text post [send me a character and a situation and I’ll make u a lil textpost]

Assam - niche prompts [send me a niche idea for a character or reader and I’ll write u a lil blurb]

My character list (you can request for any of these characters plus Carl, Rick, Daryl and Glenn from TWD)

Tagging moots - @spideypnk @my-my-only-angel @meadowscarlet @n0agranger @ahsstilinski @ell0ra-br3kk3r @dionysus-drabbles @fluffiest-dreams @valeriiecameron @natti-ice @moonlitmeeks @billys-bitchh @bisousbabie @erin-bo-berin @lazydreamer19 @slyth3rin-princess @siriusblackstwin @dr4cosimp @morwap @luveline (some of these are silent moots I adore from afar and this is my way of reaching out to you guys, if ur uncomfortable being tagged pls let me know!!)

#•megs 1k tea party• #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead smut #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #avengers x reader #the hunger games smut #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #supernatural x fem!reader #supernatural smut #outer banks smut #outer banks fanfiction

[s-r-reads]

sr's august recommendations

please heed all warnings given by respective authors. your media consumption is your responsibility.

Steve Harrington x reader

please kiss me by @forourmoons

this fic by @forever-rogue

sunrise by @familyvideostevie

this blurb by @silkscream

the family you choose by @eufezco

this fic by @erin-bo-berin

I wish I knew you wanted me. and would you mind if I tried to make a pass at it? by @nervousgardenerkid

this blurb by @pellucid-constellations

literally everything by @homeofthepeculiar

Bucky Barnes x reader

just you by @angeli-marco-writes

fly me to the moon by @khimili (smut)

all is fair in love and war by @storytellingwitht

this request by @blushstories

Natasha Romanoff x reader

for you by @httplilyyy

say your prayers by @gayerthanevertbh (smut, dark)

dating Natasha Romanoff would include by @witchthewriter (nsfw, though it's clearly demarcated)

my forever by @yelenasdiary

Matt Murdock x reader

just like college by @saintmurd0ck

coffee shop woes and first date jitters by @courtforshort15

the hypocrite of hell's kitchen by @courtforshort15

TASM!Peter Parker x reader

this fic by @mareagirls

4 times Peter said i love you + 1 time you said it back by @ficthots (smut)

soumate requirement by @maple-the-awesome

right now you're mine by @jadore-andor (smut)

be more chill by @nonpoppin

Wanda Maximoff x reader

one night only by @darkwaveho

Eddie Munson x reader

thunderstorm by @idyllicbutterfly

this request by @ddejavvu

#august rec #monthly recs #steve harrington x reader #bucky barnes x reader #eddie munson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #matt murdock x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #wanda maximoff x reader

[painsandconfusion]

Answer to your prompt (probably not great, but it's a blurb).

~~~~~~

TW: Implied sexual assault/harassment (Not shown)

Erin sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for his captor to come back in with something they had mentioned being a 'special' gift.

He flinched slightly as he heard a key enter the lock to his door and he glared as the door swung open.

A muscle jumped in his jaw as he clenched his teeth.

His captor, a rather awful male with blonde hair, brown eyes, and pale skin that called himself Rick, came in while holding an obscenely pink and turquoise suit up on a hanger.

Erin was disgusted by it, and even more unsettled as his captor came closer and shoved it into his arms.

His captor spoke "Go ahead and put this on, my dear Daniel! It'll match your skin and eyes so beautifully!"

Erin grimaced as he clenched his hands into fists. He absolutely hated this guy and everything that he'd been making him do. He wished that he could have at least kept his own name, but no!

Now he'd brought him an awful suit. Why the guy thought those colors would go with his hazel eyes, dark hair, and dark skin, he had no clue.

He shoved the suit away from himself and got off of the bed and stood and stared at his captor.

Erin spoke "I will NOT cater to your whims!"

His captor just rolled his eyes and said "You've been so obedient so far, my darling! I thought that it would be fun to go out dancing tonight. I believe that I can trust you to go out with me and not run, but if you're going to be so defiant again just because I made you cuddle with me and kiss me last night, you won't be rewarded."

Erin's nostrils flared as he clenched his hands and nodded as he said "Fine! Could you at least wait outside the bedroom though?"

His captor smirked and said "Since you've been so sweet this past week, I suppose that I'll grant you this one request."

Erin watched as his captor turned and left. He released a relieved breath.

He grimaced towards the awful suit and sighed.

He quickly got the repulsive thing put on and stiffened as the door to the room opened again.

His captor spoke again "Aw. I knew that you'd look good in that suit!"

He noted that Rick had changed into a suit of darker blue and green.

Erin stiffened as Rick quickly stepped to him in front of the floor to ceiling mirror and hugged his waist. He couldn't stop his disgusted trembling as Rick hugged his waist and nuzzled his face into his neck before resting his chin on his shoulder.

Erin's hands were clenched as Rick looked at both of them in the mirror.

Erin clenched his jaw as Rick whispered into his ear "You're perfect like this."

Erin looked to the side as he tried to calm himself. The person that he'd seen staring back at wasn't himself. It was a hollow shell of what he'd once been. He'd lost weight and there were bags under his eyes. The guy had practically been starving him and he had a hard time sleeping at night, especially due to some of the things his captor wanted. Not to mention with the guy standing so close, he felt so bare, like he was looking right through the clothing that he'd chosen for him to wear. Plus, the choice of fashion was nothing like he'd ever worn before. It wasn't something he'd ever have chosen for himself.

It had been three weeks since he'd been brought to this hell hole, but this was the first time that he'd dared to actually take a look in that mirror, always afraid to see what changes he'd see in his eyes and stance. Always knowing that he'd never be the same as before. Always knowing that this man had done things to him that no person should ever do to another person without their consent.

He was soon brought out of his thoughts as he felt his captor kiss his cheek.

His captor soon withdrew and smiled as Erin turned towards them.

Erin smiled as his captor spoke "Now, how about we go have fun in town. I'm sure that you'll love this, seeing as you haven't been outside in weeks."

Erin didn't have to fake his smile this time.

His captor was taking him outside.

This was going to be his chance to escape.

He could only hope that he wouldn't fail, because if he did, he didn't know how much longer he could survive.

.

#YESSS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH #I LOVE #yandere #yandere whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #noncon kiss #noncon touch #kidnapping

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

i like to imagine going out to a party or club or bar with steve and kissing him on the corner of his mouth or his cheek or jawline and saying that "youre leaving a mark on him" with your makeup, and he pretends it's annoying or silly or a fuss, but you know it isn't bc he's blushing a little bit and his ears are red and his face splits into a grin the moment youre done

i hope this okay. i didn’t exactly go with the vibe you wanted but this was a version 2. i could always rework my first version for a more soft reader personality. a mini blurb.

steve harrington x fem!reader

masterlist

💗

clubs felt like a safari at times. every guy and girl feeling like a predator to your prey, watchful and hungry eyes following your every move. worst when your boyfriend was looking as handsome as ever and fellow girls couldn’t steer away their gaze. biting their lips and cooling their looks seductively, fixing their bras and messing with their clothing.

it was killing your vibe in the bouncing club. narrowing your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, you seethed silently at a tipsy girl standing way to close next to your steve. and you hustled into action once a manicured hand gripped steve’s bicep and laughed at nothing.

determined strides towards the bar you were able to hear steve’s response to whatever the girl was asking, “i’ve got a girlfriend, actually. she’s here with me.” that didn’t stop her from undressing him with her smudge eyeliner.

you tapped a finger to steve’s shoulder, he already had the same response spilling from his lips but then ended on a happy, “girlfriend!” when he turned around to see you staring the girl down.

“baby! sorry this is taking awhile.” steve wrapped his left arm behind your waist and pulled you close to his side. your own two circled his stomach and clung to him like a koala.

“it’s fine, stevie. who’s your… friend.” barely acknowledging the stranger who was equally eyeing you down with annoyance.

“amanda.” “don’t really care!” throwing a wide smile at her before pushing to your tiptoes and pressing a kiss onto steve’s cheek, dark red lipstick staining his skin.

steve looked at you with wide eyes before leaning down so he connected your mouths, a bruising kiss that slowly turned french making you dizzy in the hot club. his large hands caressing your hips and sliding up and down, both of you getting too bold for the pda.

you were the first to pull away, steve going in for another kiss before you had to push a finger to his pursed lips. smudges of red covering his mouth and chin. you bet your face wasn’t any better.

“what was that for?” a slight pant to steve’s words.

a slight raise to your brows with a cocky smile, “gotta show the girls that you’re a taken man.” before happily diving back in for a kiss.

“get a fucking room!”

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington angst #steve harrington au #steve harrington smut #erin's blurb request

[erin-bo-berin]

omg! when I made the request I could never have imagined we would receive not a blurb, not a fic, but a novel! giddy old me just biting my nails waiting for these two to finally break and boy did you deliver when they did!! this story was worth the wait in more ways than one. thank you dear Erin, you absolutely SPOIL me!! 💕☄️💕

and like not to tell on myself too much but why is this line my kryptonite?

“Jesus, you’re soaking,” he groaned.

and then this moment:

“Yes ma’am”

also everything in the car and up against the door!! holy hell. 🥵

AH I’m so glad you liked it! I finished it in the early hours of this morning and I was like I HOPE COMET LIKES IT.

Honestly you should get just as much credit for having such elaborate and thought out ideas! I’ve said a million times, I know but I ALWAYS love writing your requests because you give me so much to work with. It’s truly a great writing experience.

Also, I’m with Eddie, I was shocked I made Steve last two weeks 😂 (he’ll never go that long again, willingly, that’s for sure).

[mcusonechicago]

requests info !!

hey babes !!

message me for requests <33 -> more details below xx about this blog: ~ one chicago imagines (pd, med, fire) ~ i don't do ocs, i always use y/n if a reader is in the story which i usually do, but if u want a character x character imagine with no reader i can do that too about me: ~ name: marissa (you can also call me mar, idc) ~ age: 15 ~ pronouns: she/they ~ sexuality: omniromantic lesbian (ik ik, fancy, right ??  HAHA) ~ country: united states ~ favorite food: mahi ~ favorite color: red ~ favorite one chicago show: chicago pd ~ favorite one chicago characters: erin lindsay & hailey upton ~ favorite pd characters: erin lindsay & hailey upton ~ favorite med character: ava bekker ~ favorite fire character: sylvie brett ~ favorite ships: linstead, upstead (IK IK I SHIP BOTH I'M SORRY), burzek, rhekker, manstead, chexton, maggie & ben, noah & sarah, brettsey, stellaride socials: ~ tiktok: mcusonechicago ~ tiktok shifting account: marissashifts ~ other tiktok account: marissa_marvel5678 ~ youtube: marrose ~ tumblr: mcusonechicago ~ insta: shoppalmtreesunset ~ wattpad: marrose (this is similar and possibly identical to my one chicago imagines wattpad book and i’ll be taking requests here and on that book)

i don't usually do a/ns or anything besides little blurbs at the start and end of my stories, but i wanted to leave this here for requests !!  i'd love to write requests and i figured i'd leave a formal request page <3

also i'm not doing fire team missions or stuff like that yet bc i've only seen some crossovers and a few reruns, but if u want singular or a few fire characters, i can do that !! xx i def will be able to do all of fire within a month or so when i start it and i'll update this then <3

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things i do: ~ female reader ~ fluff [ m x m, m x f, f x f, m x fem reader, f x fem reader ] ~ smut [ m x f, f x f, f x fem reader ] ~ angst [ m x f, f x f, f x fem reader ] ~ poly smut [ m x m x f, m x f x f, f x f x f, f x f x fem reader, m x f x fem reader, i can also do 3+ but always at least one f plus fem reader (never m x m x fem reader or m x m x m) ] ~ dom/sub/switches

things i DON'T do: ~ gender-neutral reader ~ male reader ~ m x fem reader smut ~ m x m smut ~ m x m x m poly smut ~ m x m x fem reader poly smut

types of things:

rly anything, it can be romantic, just a cute friend thing, a team/partner(s) mission, a crossover, something rly sad, a comfort oneshot, a y/n is in the ed, a y/n is in the precinct, or anything ig idc topics i can include: ~ any illnesses or injuries ~ court or jail scenes ~ sa/rape ~ abuse ~ violence ~ really anything, i don't think there's anything i'm not comfy doing so if it's not mentioned here dw :)

how to request: ~ can be super vague, like "any erin lindsay x fem reader" ~ can be pretty vague, like "erin lindsay x fem reader in erin's apartment after work" ~ can be detailed, like "y/n is lightheaded, sleep deprived, starving, and dehydrated at work, and she stumbles around before ava, nat, and sarah find her and get her to eat and drink something and take care of her" ~ can be something slightly more detailed, but please don't write the story for me iykwim lol, like just give me an idea and stuff to include if u want and let me write it lol otherwise it's not gonna be what u want exactly and i'll just write it how i want and not including everything u wrote lol but please please please comment something for me to writeee <33 if u want it to be anonymous just message me the request so only i can see it, but lmk that u want it anon so i don't mention your user <3 (otherwise i'd prefer requests here !!)

lygsm !!!!!!  and i'm sooooooo grateful for all the love i've gotten on this so far omg thank you so much it means so much you have no idea !!! <333333

don’t forget to like & follow if u want <3

#onechicago #onechicagoimagines #onechicagoimagine #chicagopd #chicagomed #chicagofire #chicagopdimagine #chicagopdimagines #chicagofireimagine #chicagofireimagines #chicagomedimagines #chicagomedimagine #oneshots #oneshot #onechicagooneshot #onechicagooneshots #smut #reader #fluff #angst #request #requests

[storiesofsvu]

Who are you taking requests for in your Halloween bingo ? What characters?

Chicago PD (kim, hailey, kevin, erin)

Criminal minds (emily, derek, jj, blake, tara, penelope)

I’ll *consider* the svu crowd if it’s a really good idea/you give a little detailed blurb/thought about it

[daydreamdobrik]

all I wanna do is read some good david fics and write some equally decent ones. Send me some inspo & thanks for coming to my Ted talk

#david dobrik #I'll write blurbs #or requests so send me asks if you see this #thanks #vlog squad #jeff wittek #the vlog squad #davids vlogs #alex ernst #carly and erin #heath hussar #jason nash #scotty sire #liza koshy #zane hijazi #matt king

[reidscanehand]

Spencer Reid Master List

Series:

The One Where Everyone Finds Out - Master List to Series Or Read The Full Story in Chronological Order

In which Spencer Reid and Reader are the last to find out that they’re in love with each other. Because isn’t that just the way? | 8 Part Series | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Fluffy Fluffy Fluff | 1K Celebration

The Statistical Probability - Master List to Series

In which Spencer Reid gets a nickname and the kind of love he’s always deserved. | 3 Part Series | Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader | Fluff | All Three Requested | Part 2 is 18+ - Minors DNI

One Shots:

Politics of Lonely

In which Spencer Reid learns Y/N’s Saturday routine and longs to become a permanent part of it. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader | Comfort/Fluff

Dearest Reader

In which a gossip memo about the BAU brings some feelings and truths to light. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader | Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan | Aaron Hotchner x Beth Clemmons | David Rossi x Erin Strauss | Fluff

I Would Never Fall + Unless It’s You I Fall Into

In which Spencer and Reader play husband and wife in an undercover mission. Their cover is blown, but the FBI safe house is the perfect place for their secret relationship to bloom. | Two Parts | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Fluff

Made You Look & A Little Bit More - other stories set in this universe

The Very Essence of Love

Based on Pride and Prejudice | In which Spencer Reid gets off on the wrong foot with a new agent, but that doesn’t stop him from falling in love. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Angsty Fluff

Reaching for the Moon ~ Part I & Part II

Based on the play, Sabrina | In which Spencer Reid falls in love with an old friend...but she’s always been in love with Ethan. | Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader | Fluff

Keep The Christmas Spirit + Keep Christmas in My Heart

In which Spencer Reid gets overwhelmed by a sudden crush while on a special mission for the FBI. | Two Parts | Spencer Reid x Santa Claus’s Daughter Reader | Fluff

Heavy Words for a Glass Heart

In which Spencer Reid comforts Reader during her pandemic breakdown. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Angsty Fluff | Requested

Twenty Thousand Words Per Minute ~ Part 1 & Part 2 - Part 3 blurb

In which newly single dad Spencer Reid hires a wonderful nanny for his young son. | Dad! Spencer Reid x Nanny/Teacher fem! Reader | Angsty Fluff | Requested

Hey Ho, Here We Go

In which Spencer Reid learns to dance. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Fluff

The Revelation of a Feeling ~ Part 1 & Part 2

In which Reader reminds Spencer Reid of the beauty of life. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Angsty Fluff | Requested

Profile Me

In which Spencer Reid fulfills his wife’s dying wish. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Angst | Requested

The Genuine Article

In which a psychic annoys Spencer Reid by telling the truth before he’s ready to. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Fluff

It Would Take a Lifetime

In which Spencer Reid is the only one that remembers Reader’s birthday. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Fluff | Requested

Line of Fire ~ Part 1 & Part 2

In which Spencer Reid’s haunting past almost gets in the way of his future. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Angst with Fluff | Requested

Rather Ardently

In which ardent feelings get in the way of an undercover operation for Spencer Reid and Reader. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Angsty Fluff | Requested

An Adverb Meaning Forever

In which Spencer Reid learns your favorite word and the two of you do some incredible crime solving. | Spencer Reid x Scotland Yard/Britishfem!Reader | Fluff

Twenty Percent + Sixty Percent

Repost | In which Spencer and Y/N save each other and learn that there is light at the end of even the most harrowing tunnels. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader | Hurt/Comfort

Yours, Mine, and Ours

Repost of my first fic | In which Spencer Reid receives a look into a future with Reader via a difficult case brings them closer together. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Fluff

12 Cookies for a Modern Era or How Penelope Garcia Saved Christmas

In which Penelope’s Christmas project brings the BAU together. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader | Christmas Fluff

Much Mistletoe-ing

In which all Spencer wants for Christmas is a kiss from Y/N...and Penelope Garcia has a perfect (if not unsubtle) idea. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader | Christmas Fluff | Requested

A Secret’s Worth

In which Spencer Reid and Y/N have wonderful reasons to be each other’s Secret Santa. | Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader | Christmas Fluff | Requested

Spencer Reid x Reader Blurbs

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