#daisy jones x gender neutral reader

[bumblesimagines]

how long have you had feelings for me?

what's a kiss between friends?

would it make things weird between us if i kissed you right now?

Daisy Jones

would it make things weird between us if i kissed you right now?

what's a kiss between friends?

how long have you had feelings for me?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

While you much preferred the company of little Julia in comparison to most of the people partying downstairs, once the baby had dozed back off in your arms, you decided it'd be better to set her back down in her crib and let her sleep properly. You gave your niece a peck on the forehead, smiling gently when she stirred and quietly exiting the nursery before she could wake up and start fussing again. 

The party downstairs had grown packed with all sorts of people you had no real interest in. Producers, managers, up-and-coming singers or actors, and just about anyone deep in the music industry. Many were friends or aqquantices of your sister's husband, Billy Dunne, and his band, and as much as you wanted to enjoy the party, you hardly trusted Billy around the booze being poured in every corner. Camilla assured you at every moment that he'd changed, that he swore off the drugs and beer and women. But the only thing you saw when you looked into his eyes was the memory of your sister weeping in her hospital bed with Julia in her arms because her husband had failed to show up. It filled you with nothing but anger and disgust. 

You slipped outside into the backyard and dug around in your coat pocket for your pack of cigarettes and lighter. It felt better standing outside instead of the stuffy, smoke-filled rooms inside. You stuck a cigarette between your lips and fiddled with the lighter until it flickered on long enough to light it. You barely had time to inhale before it was snatched from your lips.

"You mind?" The spunky redhead asked, already holding the cigarette between her lips. Her eyes crinkled with amusement and she took a deep inhale before dragging it from her lips and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. "I was looking for you everywhere, you know."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that, Daisy Jones?" 

The first time you'd met the redheaded singer otherwise known as Daisy Jones, it'd been in the studio when Camila had sent you over to bring lunch to everyone. You never kept up with the band so the new face had come as a surprise but from then on, you found yourself bumping more and more into Daisy Jones. She seemed to pop up out of thin air with her wild mane and chatterbox tendencies. You preferred her over Billy, and her rivalry with him only amused you, but she still reminded you of him. She drank too much, popped too many pills, and did too many lines. Her body fought hard to keep her alive, that was for sure.

"I don't know," She admitted with a shrug, a smile stretching across her face. "I just like your company, I guess."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Daisy giggled softly under her breath, running her finger over her bottom lip as the last bit of smoke left her mouth. She swiped her tongue over her drying lips and tilted her head, her big blue eyes gazing over your face. "Would it make things weird between us if I kissed you right now?" 

"What?" You laughed in surprise. 

Shrugging, Daisy wrapped her lips around the cigarette again, staining it with her lipstick before pulling back again. "What's a kiss between friends?" She laughed that time, nearly coughing on the smoke and breaking out into nervous giggles. Daisy looked away from you and wrapped her fingers around one of her swinging hoop earrings.

"Depends. Are we just friends?" You asked lightly, biting back a chuckle when her head snapped back toward you, eyes widening even further. Her cheeks darkened with a soft pink. Gotcha. "Daisy Jones... how long have you had feelings for me?"

[wittyminds]

Requests are open

I'm a new writer here and really want to start creating stories so if you have any requests i'll do my best!

Characters i'll do:

Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black

Steve Harrington

Eddie Roundtree/Loving

Steven Meeks, Charlie Dalton, Neil Perry, Knox Overstreet

Finnick Odair, Peeta Mellark

Chandler Bing, Joey Tribbiani

Bradley Bradshaw

George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Newt Scamander

Jess Mariano

JJ Maybank

Nikolai Lantsov

Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield/Tom Holland)

What i wont write

Inappropriate relationships

[sapphic-sasquatch]

Daisy Jones and The Six masterlist

Nothing yet!

[fallingfavourites]

this will probably be changing a lot, and again feel free to request anything (no smut) but again i make no promise i'll write it so sorry!! I almost always write x fem!reader but sometimes its gender neutral!

i write for all these characters romantic (not clementine from twdg) and plantonic fics ! also always feel free to ask about characters that aren't on this list !

masterlist - nav

fandoms/characters I write for <3 (aka i have written for these or have some drafts of these fandoms)

bridgerton (Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Micheala Stirling)

criminal minds (Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, JJ, Elle Greenaway)

marvel (Matt Murdock, Peter Parker - tom/andrew, Steve Rogers, might also dabble with some x-men characters)

the hunger games (Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair)

the walking dead (Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene-Rhee / Lee Everett, Clementine)

top gun (Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw)

stuff I might write for :3

9-1-1 (Evan Buckley)

daisy jones & the six (Daisy Jones, Billy Dunne)

outer bank (JJ Maybank, Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, Pope Hayward)

the bear (Carmy Berzatto, Mikey Berzatto)

the boys (Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher, Kimiko Miyashiro)

the last of us (Joel Miller)

twisters (Tyler Owens)

[pushingdaisies1]

˗ˏˋ 𝘖𝘩 , 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦⎯  ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴅᴜɴɴᴇ ´ˎ˗

✦(!!) Pairing: Billy Dunne x gender neutral reader , Daisy Jones and the Six x gender neutral reader.

✦(!!) Summary: Now as a very successful singer to your own solo name , some stuff from your past gets dragged back out. A girl by the name of Julia contacts you with the opportunity of doing an interview for a piece she is doing. When you first hear the offer your scoff at the idea , not being the most friendly with some press. But after finding out she’s Billy and Camilas child? , along with the piece being about the band you used to be apart of? Well how could you resist at that point. With this you now get the chance to explain your side of the rise and fall , with no ifs ands or buts. Throughout the entire process you hash out some old feelings , retell the story of the bands success and most of all your thoughts. 

✦(!!) Authors Note: Hihihi , sooo... NEW HYPERFIXATION!!! The show is so phenomenal along with this wonderful book. All the character have so many delicious layers , how could I not write for this show?? Especially for the central manwhore himself Billy Dunne<3 Also I wanted to try the interview style like in the book!! I hope yall enjoy - I’ll definitely be adding Daisy Jones and the Six to my fandom list haha. Alsoooo - I’ll be doing a tag list for this! Let me know if youd like to be notified for future chapters<3

✦(!!) Content Warnings: Based around the shows story!! , I have read the book but most likely I’ll take some small details from the book which is all. Proofread.. mostly , very reader backstory indulgent!! Brief talks about Billy and Grahams father , talks about an unhealthy home life for reader (neglect and emotional abuse) , miscommunication between reader and Billy. “ ■━■ “ , means flashback or moment from the past. Anything in bold or italicized is the present/interview. Anything else I should add to this , tell me in the comments!! ✦(!!) Other Links: Series Masterlist ->   ✩                              Daisy Jones and the Six Masterlist ->  ✩

“I could have been anyone You could have been anyone's dream Why did you have to choose our moment? Why did you have to make me feel that? Why did you make it so unreal? Oh, to be in love And never get out again Oh, to be in love And never get out again Oh, to be in love And never get out again” - Oh to Be in Love , Kate Bush

>>Y/N , in a certain sunny backyard (your backyard)<< ;  Fuckin shit.. are we rolling? [You continue to mess with the mic taped onto your shirt in nervousness.] Testinggg Testingggg.. >>Interviewer<< ; [She laughed lightly , gathering her notepad from a side table. She was sitting across from you.] Oh yeah no no we’re definitely rolling , want me to start on with the questions? >>Y/N<< ; Yes of course , fire away! Sorry if I’m a little clumsy with this I’ve never been the best at interviews is all. [You comment as your hand goes for a drink you had placed down earlier right before she got the camera rolling.] >>Interviewer<< ; Trust me you’ll be fine , its a easy process honestly. I’ll start with the first question. . . being one of the lead vocalists of the band must have been something. How did you meet the band? >>Y/N<< ; [You lean back taking a swig of your drink with it] Well in Hazelwood? , nothing could stop you from knowing everyone and their business. Growing up I was neighbors with the Dunne family, we lived right across the street. I was stuck in my bubble a lot as a kid. I only knew about the brothers after my mother forced me over when she and their mom had their regular long lunches.  We [my family] especially got involved once their dad popped out of the picture. My mother noticed the hole he left in that family dynamic so she helped out how she could. Be that in money or lending a hand when needed. Which meant I was around MORE often than normal. Especially she stressed to try and be a little more friendly with Billy. With our own childhood rivalry , she always repeated about how he was in a tough place and needed a friend. Some time passed and surprisingly we clicked? Somehow , someway we became actual friends. I honestly dont regret getting more closer with him , he may be a douche but he isn’t or wasn’t the most vile guy around.                                                                                                                       [You commented , shrugging and repositioning yourself.] Graham was pretty easy to get along with a little later on. He was a huge dork but a good guy , along with being a total awkward mess when it came to any girl deciding to barely SPEAK with him. The brothers weren’t half bad to be completely honest. Eddie and Warren? , those guys I met through Graham. Like I said in that town you always knew who everyone was and what they were up to. I had met Warren when Graham had invited him over to his place. I popped in just for fun and then met the goof. To this day one of my favorite people on this plane of existence. Eddie.. [you snapped your fingers] oh! My mother would volunteer at the local old folks home , she always had that saint behavior. Eddie was visiting his grandma and I was stuck in his grandmas room waiting for my mom to get back so we could leave. Me and him struck up some conversation , found out we knew the same people and had some similar interests. Big fucking doof but again , a likeable dork. Then... boom! - just like that he was stuck with me. At that point they all were. [You chuckled happily as you finish explaining.] >>Interviewer<< ; *She nodded while scribbling down something on her notepad.* Wonderful , on with my next question - how  was your start with the band? You know joining it and all. >>Y/N<< ; [You nodded- swishing around your glass.] At first when the band was starting off I didnt really have my mind set on joining you know? We were all just dumb kids , I was more of a person dedicated to a steady sort of “project” if you could call it that. But then... I heard them from chucks garage. I wasn’t some musical genius, but I had some useful judgments. I remember popping my head in, giving some light-hearted jabs at them. Then out of the blue Eddie starts talking his ass off all embarrassed, if I’m so good I should join! I can just remember staring daggers into the bozo's eye sockets. Little did they know I actually had some skills to back me up; my “audition” they all looked so incredibly hilarious. Just like that I was in , they even let me take up vocals with Eddie. All the time I could remember Graham going on constantly about how THE Billy Dunne would be playing with us. School or where ever , he was always on his bullshit. At that point Billy was basically a legend around people our age. Everyone would figuratively and literally fall to their knees for the hunk with his guitar. While I was the swamp goblin that caught a ride on that popularity. [You chuckled half heartedly , taking another swig from your cup.] Of course, we weren’t the best, this wasn't anything extraordinary. Nevertheless, at least we were something. It didn't take much convincing from Graham to have him hear them play, but hey- I helped with that extra push. Just a few sessions later the band was basically his, although I still was able to keep my placement in the band. Even with how stubborn he was or could be, it was enjoyable having our ideas bounce off one another. Besides whatever he says , I didnt threaten to cut his dick off. It was a spur of the moment thing you know! But it really only lifted up our talent more , him joining and becoming our basic front man. We actually became... easier to stomach. [You shudder , sheepishly replying with a grin.] As we got into more of the rhythm of actually BEING a band , nothing was set and stone. It was basically just an escape; a detour if you will from regular life. I cant even recall off the top of my head all the tons of local parties , graduations , even weddings we played. Honestly was a pretty enjoyable time for the lot of us. I mean getting to hang out with a group friends doing something you were all semi passionate about? Truly a fuckin blast if I do say so myself. Even with the fun , deep down you could embrace with talent we had when playing on the cramped stages we were given. I was a big dreamer and dream big I did. Those early days , our potential was showing itself off more. That “it” factor that wasn’t quite discovered yet was so palpable, so I stayed hopeful. We only really became an actual, legitimate band after a certain gig we had. It was a wedding , my best guess is that one of the newly weds name was Doug? Though that’s besides the point. I mean starting off we didnt play in the best of places. Maybe a couple crappy bars around town here and there or some “okay” parties .. but nothing super superb. Until we got this one , everyone couldn’t have been more over the moon! When we got onstage the crowd couldn’t have loved us more , it was a pretty pleasant time. Until in the middle of our session I spot some old creep. He was dancing.. even if you could call it that. The most tackiest suit with a pretty shitty comb over. Dont forget the girl that was basically our age. Took me a little too long to realize that.. that was Billy and Grahams dad. Before I could do or say anything , Billy looked mortified. His eyes were wide as his jaw was to the floor. He stormed off before even any of us could get a word in. Graham had gotten a little ahead of us while me , Eddie , Warren , and Chuck followed along. As if anyone could look more shattered than he did , I mean just by the look on his face you could tell something was up. He was so quick on his feet , marching back in to confront him. His dad was clearly waisted and had some of that classic slurred drunky speech. Lets just say there was some really good Karma going around. Coming back out into the parking lot , any payment from that whole thing was doomed right after Grahams fist went slamming into his dads face. Everyone stood around aimlessly while just by a glance at Billy.. something was cooking up in his magnificent brain. He had the words to rally hundreds , instead rallying the rest of us. I can remember his words like it was all entirely yesterday. “Your my brothers.. I love you. We work hard and stick together. We’re gonna be the biggest band in the world someday , do you trust me?” [You explained while using your hands in air quotes.] He wasn’t wrong about becoming the biggest fuckin band in the world I’ll let you know. [You joked with a snicker as the interviewer across from you shared the snicker with a faint chuckle.] Right after that gig was when practices started to get more frequent , all crammed inside of Chucks garage. If my vocal cords were frazzled and my hands were sore it was a good day. Not gonna lie that was  frequent occurrence. Around that time was also where Billy got more acquainted with Camila. I had knew her from around the neighborhood , we would always run into each other on our shared walks to the middle school we went to. She was like sun when its fiery and burning , bright and always cheery for conversation.  For weeks Graham was less of the hopelessly in love one around. Hours upon hours Billy couldn’t stop talking about her. It was nice seeing him so happy , she really brought something out of him. A new sort of groove so to say. [You wink at the camera with a toothy grin.] ■━■ Speaking of Camila , it brought a memory to your mind.  ■━■ It was the week before Billy had asked Camila to be his girlfriend. He was rambling about her for days and days on end. Constantly frequenting your house just to only talk about her. It may had been a little ear grating but you were happy for him none the less. Though, your feelings for him never stopped poking at you. You’ve never really felt so bitter when hearing about the new girl he was in a daze over. But now.. something tugged at you. Be it jealousy or contemplation , it was definitely something. You could never really land on an explanation.   One of those days he had stopped by your house. Your mom was out with her new conquest on some sort of weekend trip , which left you home alone. It may have been shameful to still live with your parent but it did leave you to roam around freely. With Billy involved , that all led to shenanigans happening. Your mother had this prized piano , one of the things she always cherished even with how old it was. It may have been a gift from your grandparents? You never really wanted to know , never the less cared about it origins. But you always loved playing it. That night you were able to open your moms alcohol stash , and lets just say you and Billy got a little heavy handed with the booze. To the point the both of you felt like teenagers doing the most stupidest shit in existence , even though you guys were only stumbling around. Definitely the kinds of things that would totally have the pair of you in trouble. What was supposed to be a session for brainstorming became your own mini , two person party. As it reached around midnight the two of your were sat at that old piano. It was so eloquent , probably one of the most expensive things in your house. Playfully your hands were smacking at the keys. While Billy's head was rested upon your shoulder , his signature “dumb” smile on his face. Cherishing the alone time , while in your sloppy state your slurred out the words to the song you had been coming up with. Even though your mind was in a bit of a fuzz you still were able to match the keys and the tone. Though you couldn't help the hiccups and little giggles that emerged from you. It was until you realize Billy crane his head up and look at you as you played. His cheeks were more red than a fresh strawberry , eyes oh so glazed over as he only watched you. You realized as well and looked over , the warmness in your cheeks heightening. Not stopping yourself , you took that moment in silence to admire him. Be it his immersive eyes or his intoxicating smile , there was always something about him. Something that always dragged you along for the ride. Something that always led you to stick by his side no matter what. Something about this man. . . made you feel something. These feelings that always made you loose a little air and made your chest puff out in that same old flustered feeling. That same stupid grin came back as he couldn’t stop laughing. It was bashful and exuberant , while being calm and grounding in the best way possible. You quirked a brow as you couldn’t help but start on this chuckle train. You wiped your eye with a flick of your finger. “Wh-what are you even on right now man~?” You tried to compose yourself as your voice got a little more fluent. He didnt stop grinning like an idiot. “Nothinggg.. you just make things good.” He commented as he crossed his arms in confidence. “I see , so thats what you kept me around this long~..” You cracked as another giggle escaped from you; your eyes still glued to his. He gently socked your forearm as he couldn’t stop himself from giggling. “N-noo! Dont sell yourself THAT short. You make a lot of things good.. you make me feel.. good.” He may had been stumbling over his words but that was one of the most dedicated proclamations. You cracked a blissful smirk as you seemingly leaned a little bit more in. “Well I’m glad to be a booster to your existence.” As soon as you finished talking , he also got a little bit closer. Maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol the two of you chugged down , or the confusing thoughts sprouting. But almost like the current took you in , your lips met Billy’s. He welcomed in the kiss , moving his hands right away. His hands cupped your cheeks; embracing the warmness of your face. The kiss only deepened and turned into more of a tangled make out. Though he was the first one to pull away , regret filling his face. You were confused about how he was suddenly acting. The man looked the most sober out of the both of you. “I-im sorry I- I cant do this. All of this.. I mean your awesome but..” Even as he was explaining himself his hands still cupped your warm face. Your eyes framed into sad ones as you scooted back; well as much as you could on the pianos bench. He tried to say something , you really wanted him to! Maybe a “just kidding” or.. anything! But alas he was quiet the entire time you two shared a painful stare. He got up from the connected bench and staggered over to your front door. You felt so ashamed in that moment. So small you couldn’t stop beating yourself up about it. But you realized what those feelings you had always pined over were. You, like it or not... were in love with Billy Dunne. You came to that realization as he continued to walk out on you. Be it the next coming week nothing seemed out of the ordinary , he was still friendly with you like always. Though the kiss was never brought back up again. Along with that Camila started to come around more often. Huge recorder in her hand as she watched over your practice sessions. Maybe in the end that was for the best , maybe in the end it was all just too complicated. ■━■ You reeled your mind out of the gutter and back to the present. ■━■ >>Y/N<< ; [You head your head in your hand as you looked back at Jules.] Sorry, got a little zoned out. Did I miss something? >>Interviewer<< ; [She shook her head with a kind look on her face.] No no.. you did though cut off at the part of the whole band realization. >>Y/N<< ; [You readjust in your seat once more.] Right right , at that point in our life it was almost like a huge fork in the road. I mean we were all just adults thrashing our heads around at endless gigs. Most people our age were either off getting fancy dead end jobs or dead in ditches after enlisting. The actual chance of us getting a name for ourselves was.. small in hindsight. Even though the odds were stacked against us a lot of the time , we were able to get an actually good gig. At the time with a band like ours , opening for the winters was almost like a blessing in disguise. It may have been us packed into again , some small bar with annoyingly sweaty onlookers but it was the Winters for christ sake! Somehow some way we got that one scored in the bag , and we went to go tell Chuck about our latest accomplishment. Though guess he was up to his own shit. I was never the biggest fan of him you know? He was okay but he was like... meh when it came to actual conversation. Personally I was never the closest with him. Anyways- we arrive to his house in Warrens new van. It was clunky and smoky but with a little touch ups we made it work. More of a home than a heap of shit. Poor dude had busted all of his savings on it. Whole time I couldn’t stop fidgeting in the back with the idea of us becoming somebodies. I always was a big dreamer and forever will be. It may be frowned down upon to put all your eggs into one basket but we were just some crazy kids looking for something. This was that something! In my mind I knew this gig had to lead to some sort of accomplishment in a way , I just knew it. Even if it all sounded crazy or spur of the moment , the band was like our.. baby in a way? Like our prize possession , and take the gig as some big new award. Long story short , I was filled with so much fear and excitement I was basically like a ticking time bomb. [You dramatically grace a hand to your chest before going on with your explanation.]

>>Y/N<< ; When we arrived, I could already tell something was up. The garage we always played in was closed, which I took as a concerning sign. My anxiety was even more impacted by seeing Chuck's face. Guy looked like he was about to shit himself in fear. He tells us and acts like an asshole about it. A dentistry career? Really? I knew he was shitty from the start. Now with our new gig lined up and no bassist , you’d probably be like well what do we do now. Well Eddie was immediately was talking about us having to “cancel the gig.” Lets just say I stepped around a couple hypothetical landmines when Billy tried to push Eddie to play bass. I stepped in of course and said I’d do it. With how much time I normally spent cooped up in my house during my younger years I was pretty much a master at it. An I mean , you could just feel the bitterness rising once Billy tried to push it on him. Mission saved of course by yours truly. [You stated dramatically - taking a sip from your drink and setting it down.] We do the gig and you know what? , its a hit! The crowd goes wild and we have a fucking awesome time. Entire encore I was just taking in the fact people were listening at all. After we finish, we took a smoke break outside the bar. Casually me , Eddie , and Warren are standing off to the side. Just talking like regular. When all of a sudden I see Billy , starry eyed scurry up to us with Graham behind him. Brining up the idea of “Hey lets road trip to L.A to grow our band!” At first it was sudden , I mean being realistic- we aren’t just gonna fly off the charts when first hitting Los Angeles. But you know what? , Hazelwood was getting cramped. I loved living there and I did for most of my entire life. But this was something new! Just by that performance I immediately said yes to the idea. We promised to always stick together , and I was a person of my word. The whole upbeat mood kind of dropped when Camila came out asking what was up , but I had to deal with packing my things. I basically jumped out of the van door when Warren dropped me off. As soon as I reentered my “home” , everything changed. My mom was still awake and livid. She was clearly not in a lucid headspace seeing the amounts of opened wine. Her displeasure only grew stronger when I told her the news. Snipping at me for leaving my “poor and weak mother to fend for herself.” I stood my ground then and there. I was always thankful that she’d let me stay with her. Most kids would have been kicked out if they were my age and weren’t going to school. But me and my mother struck up a deal with living costs and that was that. All of a sudden though she gets so pissed that I’m leaving. I tell her straight , that I’m an adult and this is something new for me. That it could really mean something for my career. I distinctly remember her scoffing in my face and going - “What career?!” It was really messy , and I was fed up with it. Even when she was screaming at me I packed my bags. All I owned into one big suitcase for the city of angels , woohooo..! I didn’t even let my tears stop me as she started to cut deeper with her insults. Right when I told her there was no way I was backing out , she basically disowned me. Saying that she didn’t want to be associated or RELATED with some washed up crack whore. Genuinely I was so confused , she always supported this dream of mine? Always accepted my hopes and aspirations, she never hesitated to pay for any lessons I wanted or any new hobby I wanted to partake in. Seeing her face for one last time I only saw the bad. Her leaving for days with her new “friends” , her clearly drunk off her gord and slurring nonsense after she decided to hide herself behind the couches for at least a weekend[s]. She was an embarrassment but knew how to clean up an act. That two faced bitch shoved me out of my own house , and told me I was never welcomed inside again. It wasn’t like I wouldn’t call or anything , I've been cleaning up her messes since day one. Always having to deal with my new “dad” candidates whisking around my halls , or having to be the middle man in those arguments. Fuck- they’d even make me deal with their kids! I couldn’t even get in one word before I got the door slammed in my face. I tried calling for her , begging for her to understand. I basically lost a mother in that moment and it wrecked me. All I wanted when I cam home was some support and what I got in return was just bitter insults. I couldn’t really be excited when the home I knew for so long became nothing. I couldn’t sleep outside with the rain incoming. So I went to someone that was actually decent , Ms. Dunne. It had started sprinkling when I made it onto her doorstep. My sobbing blended with the rain but by my guitar case , get-away bag, and watery eyes she knew something happened.  She welcomed me in with the biggest hug , telling me everything was gonna be okay. She already knew about the whole move to L.A and gave me some hope. Telling me that she’ll be my personal cheerleader places away. An to not listen to what my mother said , that I had a talent so bright it was like the blinking stars in the night sky. I was a blubbering mess while she started to make me a nice hot cup of tea. I realized something very helpful in that moment. Family isn’t just by blood .. its the people who love you , who accept you even with all your mucky details. That was the Six for me , they were my family. As the warm cup dragged me back down to earth , I became settled in my decision. I slept on the Dunne’s couch that night. It may had been a rainy day but all I saw was my hot , and burning future when I woke and saw that fateful van. We all packed in , everyone feeling mixed emotions. I even got more excited when I saw a eager Cami crawl in as well.  I was pretty joyed over the reconciliation between her and Billy , but all I was thinking of was what was to come. Going as far as to imagining what could possibly happen. I was maybe... fifty percent correct in what I had in mind. [You chuckled with a big bright grin at the statement , holding your head in your hands.] The time that passed was awesome in the van. We were all just a group of ambitious people finding something more. When we made it? , god I was overjoyed! It was all just like my dreams , with the big signs in lights and the character filled pedestrians. Nighttime there was nothing compared to night back home.  I knew I was gonna like this arrangement right away. ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ꜰᴏᴏᴛᴀɢᴇ: >>Interviewer<< ; How would you describe them in three words? >>ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴅᴜɴɴᴇ<< ; Oh god! , theres so many ways to describe them in more than just three words. [He scoffed lightly in flustered-ness , really taking a second to think.] I cant fuck this up i’d tell you that. Lets sayy.. honest , vibrant , and complicated. Though that’s was one of their greatest quirks. >>ᴅᴀɪꜱʏ ᴊᴏɴᴇꜱ<< ; [She chucked at the thought.] Well.. maybe forgiving , genuine , and wonderful! They are so many things but truly never boring. >>ᴡᴀʀʀᴇɴ ʀᴏᴊᴀꜱ<< ; Hmm... so much shit to choose from. I’d have to go with comedic , the best , and just.. god this is hard! Wait was that three- >>ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ ꜱɪʀᴋᴏ<< ; They’ve always been one of my closest friends to this day. Compassionate , creative , and sparky! Just by their presence you could immediately tell you were gonna have a good time. Maybe a mess but hey , aren’t we all? >>ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴇᴇ<< ; [He tapped at his chin in thought.] Personally? Wait.. just THREE? Holy shit this is gonna be hard. Well.. all I’m gonna say is they were like a ball of chaos in the best ways possible. They could just consume you fully in so much wonder , never a dull moment. [He smiled , assured in his answer.] >>ᴄᴀᴍ��ʟᴀ ᴀʟᴠᴀʀᴇᴢ (ᴅᴜɴɴᴇ)<< ; [She smiled thoughtfully at the camera.] There's one great word to describe them entirely. Curiosity , just the embodiment of it entirely.

[enchanted-sorcery]

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hola everyone, i’m maze :) welcome to my blog!

she/they || 18 || istj || north america

requests currently open!

masterlist

anons: agent anon

rules

fandoms i’ll write for

american horror story, arcane, genshin impact, marvel, the vampire diaries, the originals

characters i’ll write for

american horror story

romantically & platonically: james patrick march, madison montgomery, michael langdon, misty day, the countess, violet harmen, xavier plympton, zoe benson

platonically only: cordelia goode

arcane

romantically and platonically: caitlyn, ekko, jayce, jinx, mel, silco, vi, viktor

platonically only: none at the moment

genshin impact

romantically & platonically: albedo, arataki itto, beidou, childe/tartaglia, diluc ragnvindr, eula lawrence, hu tao, jean gunnhildr, kaeya alberich, kamisato ayaka, kamisato ayato, kujou sara, kuki shinobu, lisa minci, naganohara yoimiya, ningguang, raiden shogun/baal/ei, thoma, venti, xiao, yae miko, yanfei, yun jin, zhongli

platonically only: amber, barbara pegg, klee, noelle, qiqi

marvel

romantically & platonically: daisy johnson, james “bucky” barnes, loki laufeyson, michelle jones (mj), namor/k'uk'ulkan natasha romanoff, peter parker, wanda maximoff

platonically only: none at the moment

the vampire diaries

romantically & platonically: caroline forbes, damon salvatore, katherine pierce, stefan salvatore

platonically only: bonnie bennett

the originals

romantically & platonically: elijah mikaelson, hayley marshall, niklaus mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson

platonically only: davina claire

types of writing i’ll write

narratives/one shots, headcanons, drabbles (five characters max per request)

character x reader (female or gender neutral), will be gender neutral unless specified!!

fluff, romance, angst, dark

death, pregnancy

aus/alternative universes (eh, why not <3)

what i won’t write

actual smut. cannot for the life of me do it. no.

male reader- i don’t mean to offend, i just don’t think i can portray a male reader in writing without making a lot of mistakes. i’ll try to make as many as my writings gn (gender neutral) as possible :)

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Meeting Daisy Jones

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns for y/n: any/gender neutral

~~~

Playing came as easy as breathing. Your fingers moved effortlessly over the keys, the tune echoing through the room sounded all too familiar with. A tune you had come up with years ago.

You could still vividly see yourself in your old childhood bedroom, sprawled out over the bed and writing down lyric after lyric. The inspiration flowed endlessly and despite the late time, you didn't feel an inkling of sleepiness. Then, it came. You hummed the tune softly, fingers twitching as you imagined yourself playing the piano. That night you had decided to follow music wherever it took you.

Opening your eyes, you pressed one last key and finished the song, exhaling softly. There were scattered claps throughout the bar, mainly soft and purely to be polite, but there was one person clapping louder than the rest. It made you chuckle. Definitely another music lover.

You shifted and peered back, spotting her with ease. Even if she hadn't been clapping, you would've noticed her right away. She had an energy that attracted attention and a radiance about her. The redhead smiled widely at you and walked forward, eyes twinkling as she looked over the piano.

"That was amazing!" She complimented, brushing back some tousled hair and looking back at you. "How long have you been playin'?"

Blowing a raspberry, you raised your brows and lightly shrugged. "Forever." You answered, chuckling as she nodded knowingly.

"I'm Daisy Jones." She stuck out her hand suddenly and you happily shook it. Her evident passion for music was a breath of fresh air in the small bar.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." You smiled. "Nice to meet you, Daisy."

The redhead dropped her hand to her side, her other hand tightly gripping the strap of her bag. She swiped her tongue over her lips, eyes flickering between you and the piano as she shifted weight from one foot to the other. Finally parting her lips, she spoke, "Would you mind listening to one of my songs? I just- I need to know if they're any good."

You knew the look in her eye well. You were no stranger to being let down or told your music wasn't worth it. And not everyone had the talent to pursue it successfully. But something about Daisy Jones told you she had that talent, even without having to hear her sing or play.

With a nod, you stood up and motioned toward the seat. "Go for it, Miss Jones."

[bumblesimagines]

i'll admit. i've started looking at you differently... in a good way.

i compare anyone i ever date to you. is that weird?

Eddie Roundtree

i compare anyone i ever date to you. is that weird?

i'll admit. i've started looking at you differently... in a good way.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

You dragged your fingers over the strings of the guitar, head tilted back and resting against the couch cushion while you played different tunes. You could hear the radio playing softly in the next room and Warren humming along to it, his voice not as good as Billy's or Daisy's but nice enough to doze off to. Graham and Karen had taken the opportunity of a day off to visit the beach with Billy and Camilla, leaving the house to you, Warren, and Eddie. Though, you were sure Warren would eventually head out to visit his newest girlfriend. 

"You have a perfectly good bed, you know." You heard Eddie say and opened your eyes to watch him cross the room and settle down beside you. He smiled and offered his beer which you declined with a wave of your hand. Your eyes fluttered close again, fingers lazily running over the guitar strings. You heard him slurp down the rest of the beer and set it down on the cluttered coffee table, the following silence only coaxing you into a nap.

"You wanna know something?" Eddie asked suddenly.

"Mmm.."

"I compare anyone I ever date to you." His words caught your attention, making you lift your head to look at him questioningly. Eddie smiled again, likely at your half asleep half confused face, and continued, "I mean, like the way they dress, the way they talk, the way they think. Is that weird?"

"I didn't think you were in the dating scene." You admitted and giggled, feeling him lightly smack your arm in return. You'd hardly seen him with anyone anyway. You'd known him all your life and only seen him in one or two very brief relationships back home but in LA, he had hardly gone out to meet anyone much less introduce anyone to the band as his partner. "And why would you do that, Ed? I'm one of a kind. You'll never find someone like me again." 

"Maybe that's the problem. They're not you." Eddie said quietly and the sleepiness rapidly seeped out of your body. You straightened up on the couch, setting the guitar aside on the nearby seat and shifting around to face him. He stared down at the cushion beneath him, running his finger over the thread again and again while you silently watched. 'They're not you'? What did that even mean?

Eddie rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and exhaled heavily through his nose. "I'll admit. I've started looking at you differently... in a good way. You're not... you're not the little nerd that kept following Camila everywhere anymore. You're... all grown up, you know? For the longest time I only saw you as Camila's weird little cousin but then... the band got together, you replaced Chuck, and you... you changed. Again, in a good way. I... I just wanted to tell you before you could run off with some hotshot actor and leave us.. leave me behind."

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Being friends with Daisy Jones

Request: Yes or No

I graduated today!!

And I'm exhausted lmao. I'll try to push out the next part of Under The Moonlight on Sat or Sun!

TW: Addiction mentions

Pretty short

~~~

Daisy Jones is the definition of a hot chaotic mess. From her fashion to her wild mostly uncombed hair to her self-destructive tendencies. Daisy Jones is a wrecking ball in all the good and wrong ways.

Liking her was easy. Daisy was easy-going and sweet with a feisty side that came and went. She had a way of making your day by just flashing one of her dazzling smiles or encouraging -more so forcing- you to go out to enjoy the day.

Hating her was easy too. Daisy's addictions were always a losing battle, and her stubbornness didn't help. She was assertive in a way, putting her foot down but for things that did her no good. Drinking, taking spills, doing a line, Nicky. She believed her problems made her better. But when she was too erratic to care about her wellbeing or when she spat venom cause she felt backed into a corner... It was hard to believe that.

Being a friend of Daisy's often felt like babysitting a child. Always glancing over to check on her or grabbing her hand before she could go chew someone out for being dismissive.

But those tender, vulnerable, and sweet moments made up for it. The times when she'd rest her head on your lap and talk about her lonely childhood. The times she'd get on stage and dedicate a song to you with the biggest smile on her face. The times she'd break down in your arms and cry until she fall asleep cause she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Of course, those moments were also combined with the moments you questioned her sanity and her age.

Because being a friend of Daisy Jones meant your place got broken into. Often. Hidden key? She'll find it. Open window? She'll climb through it. No available entries? She'll make one.

Her spontaneous- and albeit erratic- nature had to be one of her more... charming traits. She could wake up one morning with the idea of skinny dipping in Teddy Prices pool and she'd do it. How many shots can one take before they think they can dance on a table without falling on their ass? She'll find out.

Quite frankly, there was never a boring day with Daisy Jones. Even when she had writers block and paced around the place groaning and huffing. She'd always find something to give her the boost of inspiration she needed. Sometimes it came in the form of a certain white powder. Other times it meant debating what would happen if she hopped from the roof and into the pool.

And after some exhausting years of dealing with her, there came the tear-jerking time when she won her battles. The moment when she got herself clean and started fresh. The moment when she became a mother despite her worries and doubts. The moment when she finally breathed without weight on her shoulders.

[bumblesimagines]

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

Camila Dunne

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral (tho written with a fem y/n in mind)

Something was wrong.

The minute Camila had entered the plane, you could sense something was off about her. She couldn't quite meet anyone's eyes and she pointedly ignored Daisy's existence when the redhead brushed past her and flashed a small smile. She couldn't hold conversation with her own husband and seemed to avoid even looking at him. She sat by the window seat staring out it with hardened features and ever so watering eyes.

"Cam, come sit a little while with me." You called, sitting up in your seat and shoving Eddie shoulder to get him to move. Your brother scoffed and grumbled under his breath but nevertheless, he got up from his seat and instead sat down beside Warren.

Camila silently switched seats and sat beside you, exhaling softly and offering you a tired smile. "Hi."

"Tell me how you’ve been? Really." You coaxed and her shoulders slumped, head turning limply toward the window beside her. Dropping your voice to a whisper, you leaned in slightly. "Did Billy do something again?" Her sharp inhale confirmed your suspicions.

"Daisy... It was always Daisy.." She murmured, brows furrowing as she rolled her lips inward and shook her head lightly. Camila looked back at you with watery doe eyes. No surprise there. While Daisy and Billy had a turbulent friendship, there was no denying the underlying tension between them. The chemistry. The longing looks and quick glances.

"What happened, babe?" You asked softly, taking her hand into yours and rubbing comforting circles in the back of her hand. Camila swallowed thickly and sighed.

"I saw them... He was holding her face s-so gently. So tenderly. I heard them talk. I heard her. She... She wants a future with him. He's married and-and..." Camila exhaled shakily and dropped her head onto your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to her head and whispered soft comforts. It was going to be one long flight.

[bumblesimagines]

“don't try to hide your feelings from me. i know you.”

Daisy Jones

“don't try to hide your feelings from me. i know you.”

It wasn't everyday you found yourself sat on your couch with a guitar in hand trying to help Daisy Jones with her songwriting. The singer had shown up on your doorstep with determination and her trusty notebook. And while she had forgotten- or simply hadn't cared- to give a heads up, you invited her inside regardless.

So, there you were, strumming your guitar and watching the sprawled out woman squeeze her eyes shut to focus on the tune. She held her pencil in one hand, swaying it around like a conductor directing a band. The lamp sitting nearby casted a warm glow on her, giving her an almost angelic and peaceful look despite her furrowed brows. Silent words formed on her lips before she shot up into a sitting position, her wild hair tumbling over her shoulders. Groaning softly, she picked up her notebook and furiously erased a few lyrics.

"Want me to try something else?"

"No, no," Daisy shook her head wildly, swiping the side of her hand over the page to brush away eraser shavings. "You're doing perfect, as always, I just- I think I got it this time."

"As always?" You repeated with a laugh. "That's quite the compliment coming from you."

"From me? I'm a mess!"

"Yeah, that's true." Daisy lifted her eyes, squinting at you in offense despite the ends of her lips quirking up into an amused smile.

Shaking her head and blowing a raspberry, she flopped the notebook down between her legs. "I just mean... Billy never bothers you 'cause you're so good at what you do." She shrugged her shoulders and stood up from the floor, stepping over her discarded bag and walking toward the kitchen.

"I've mastered the art of Billy Dunne is all. Just do what he says and when he's in a good mood, you strike with your idea. It helps if you convince Camila first. He can't say no to her." You spoke, setting your guitar aside on the couch and following her into the kitchen.

"God, Camila... How can you write about only one person? She's great and beautiful, I can't deny that, but all his songs were about her. If it weren't for me, this whole album would've been a sad apology letter." Daisy groaned, reaching into the fridge to pull out a wine bottle. Nudging the fridge close with her foot, she searched through the cabinets until she found two wine glasses.

"I think it's sweet."

"Oh, it is!" Daisy nodded in agreement, glasses clinking together as she set them on the counter. Opening the bottle, she began filling the cups. "And I'd be lying if I said I didn't slip in a love song into the album."

"Really?" You tilted your head, watching her eyes flicker in your direction. Her stance changed from comfortable to rigid and she began shifting from foot to foot.

But despite her sudden nervousness, she attained a façade of calm. "Yep!" Popping the p and flashing a smile, Daisy poured a bit more wine for herself and hummed in satisfaction. She placed the bottle down and picked up the cups, handing one off to you and taking a large gulp of the other one.

"Who is it?" You questioned with a teasing grin, resting your arms on the island and studying her closely. "Warren?"

"God, no!" Daisy shook her head, nose crinkling at the idea of it.

"Eddie?"

"It's no one in the band." She quickly muttered but the way she refused to meet your eyes said differently.

"I think I've spent enough time around you to know when you're a terrible liar."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm not blind, Daisy." You gently placed the cup down and reached out to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. "I've heard the lyrics, caught the glances. Though, if I'm honest, it really only clicked when Billy gave me the 'do whatever you want but don't let it get in the way of the band' speech."

"Billy did what?" Daisy's brows shot up, her nervousness disappearing for a moment as she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

You took a step closer to her and gently took her chin, tilting her head so she finally met your eyes. "Don't try to hide your feelings from me. I know you, Daisy Jones."

[sapphic-sasquatch]

Intro + Navigation

Hi I'm Sasquatch :D This is the result of a blog purge and I decided to start over. I'm a minor (don't be weird please) and I happily use any pronouns as well as am sapphic. I'm also a massive multishipper!

This is gonna be a writing a blog and I will write for the following fandoms:

Kingdom Hearts (primarily)

Final Fantasy 7 compilation (primarily)

Life is Strange

Arcane: League of Legends

Stranger Things

Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spiderverse

Doki Doki Literature Club

My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic/Equestria Girls

Avatar The Last Airbender (cartoon)

Wings of Fire

Mean Girls

Daisy Jones and The Six

The Hunger Games (not BOTSAS)

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What I will write:

MLW ship works

MLM ship works

WLW ship works

X AFAB/gender neutral works (or an attempt at it at least)

Platonic/general works

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive themes (but no actual smut)

Character headcanons

Ship headcanons

X AFAB/gender neutral headcanons

What I will NOT write:

Smut/NSFW

Inc*st/stepc*st/ped*philia

Anything that contradicts a character's canon sexual/romantic orientation

OCs

X amab reader works

I understand that having a Tumblr blog isn't a job/obligation but I will try to post weekly at the minimum.

Feel free to send requests to my inbox! Thanks for reading :D

[bumblesimagines]

Masterlist

Requests are CLOSED

IMPORTANT

Keys: 

(M) = Male Reader

(F) = Female Reader

(GN) = Gender Neutral Reader 

(Y/N) = Your Name

(L/N) = Last Name

(H/C) = Hair Color

(E/C) = Eye Color

(M/N) = Mothers Name

(F/N) = Fathers Name

If a character has a ? by their name or by the 'coming soon', it means I'm not sure if I'll write for them or if I should.

When making a request, please be specific! Don't just write character x reader. Tell me the gender (Fem/Male/GN/FtM/Mtf), what you would like it to be (imagine, fic, headcanon), and a mini plot or generally what you want it to be about or a song if you want a song fic. It's fine asking 'Hey do you write for this character? If so, could you do some stuff for them?'

Archive of Our Own (x Original Characters)

Twilight

Riverdale

Marvel

DC

The 100

Disney/Pixar/Dreamworks

Other things (Fics/imagines/headcanons that I haven’t written much for)

Outerbanks

Good Trouble

From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series

Julie and The Phantoms

Alice in Borderland

The Witcher

High Fidelity

Georgia and Ginny

Euphoria

Elite

Winx Saga

You

Shadow and Bone

Shameless

Penthouse: War In Life

Legacies

Fear Street

Squid Game

True Beauty

Rebelde

Encanto

Camp Cretaceous

Scream

Bridgerton

Mayans MC

House of The Dragon

Avatar (Film Series)

Daisy Jones and The Six (TV series)

Vikings: Valhalla

The Walking Dead

Game Of Thrones

The Last Of Us

Gen V

Yellowjackets

Heartbreak High

Popular/Ongoing Series of Mine

When Fire Meets Fate (House of The Dragon -mainly Rhaenyra- x M!Hightower!Reader) ONGOING

Under The Moonlight (Vikings Valhalla -mainly Harald- x M!Reader) ONGOING

Our Flickering Light (The Last of Us- mainly Joel Miller- x M!Reader) ONGOING

Fandoms I'm in

You can find a list here (Note: These are not all of them lol)