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I work as the person in an amusement park who watches the children who get lost. Here’s some advice. This also applies to any mentally disabled adults that are under your care. Keep in mind that many places will not look for a minor ages 13-17 unless it is close to closing or they are disabled, as corporate considers it a strain on resources and employee use.

1. Teach them your phone number. Best gift you can give them. I’m not supposed to have my phone out at work but I can cut down dependent’s being-lost-time by probably 400% if I can contact you. It also assures the children That We Are Doing Something and that They Are Helpful and Smart. If your dependent has a poor memory, apparently writing your phone number in sharpie and then covering it in nail polish makes it stay all day, even if they’re sweaty or getting in the water. I haven’t tested this but I’ve heard a lot of moms recommend it. I’ve also seen bracelets with little plates or the beads saying the phone number.

Addendum: your dependent may tell you that they know your phone number, but they actually only know your passcode. True story. This summer has been a lot better, but last summer exactly one child the entire season knew his mom’s phone number.

2. Acknowledge that dependent’s memories are faulty, especially in new places. If you tell them to meet you in X spot or that your stuff is all in Y place, they may not remember where it is or remember how to get there.

3. All dependents, but especially little ones, have shit time sense. They might find your stuff, wait there for a minute or two, and truly believe that they’ve been there for an hour. Half the small kids that are brought to me are ones who *know* where their stuff is, but haven’t seen an adult they know personally in 5 minutes, so they’re going to panic.

4. Don’t take naps!!! And don’t let your dependent go anywhere you can’t go or at least go where you catch them at the end!!! Yes you’re staring at the play structure your dependent entered, but can you see them? No? Then there’s a good chance they went elsewhere. So many of the littler kids that are brought to me are brought by genuine, good-hearted strangers who see lost children and take them by the hand. Away from the spot you’re napping in front of/staring vaguely at.

5. This might just be something from my work, but we will not call dependent’s descriptions over the loudspeaker. This is because if an asshole were to see your dependent, hear the description, know it’s a lost dependent, and decide to steal it, they can then use the excuse, “I know where your guardian is! Come with me!” And then lead them out of the park or toss the dependent over their shoulder. Do you know how many crying and screaming dependents leave the location every day? A lot!!! We’re a fun location!!! We’re not going to know if the dependent is screaming because they don’t want to leave or if a stranger is taking them away. We might call the description over the loudspeaker if it’s past closing time and the dependent still isn’t found. But before that, we will only report it over secure radios across the park.

6. Tell a park worker right away. Preferably someone with a radio. Even if you spot the dependent within the next minute, that means the dependent will have less being-lost time. Especially if we already have the dependent with, you guessed it, me. Also please tell us when you find the dependent.

7. Take a picture of your depdendent at the start of the day! That way security guards can have a good idea of what to look for. One mother told me her daughter was blonde and showed me a picture. Her hair color looked brown to me, but then I knew what to look for in the crowd.

8. Keep at least one person in your group in one spot at all times, especially if you don’t have access to your phone or forgot to give out your phone number to the guards. That way they can find you if they pick up the dependent. If you are the only person in your group, then PLEASE stay in one place or at least stay with ONE security guard. It sucks for the dependent if they can’t find you right away even if the both of you are looking for each other and a guard is helping them. You are NOT helping if you panic and run around. And keep your goddamn phone on you and answer calls from unknown numbers!!!!! God. This is a good time to do that.

9. If you lose your dependent in an attraction like the lazy river at a water park, and you have that ONE person staying in place, then this is what you can do with 1+ mobile people.

A. If only one person can be spared to be mobile, have them pick a spot and stay right there, watching the river go by. Eventually, if the dependent is in the river, they’ll go by.

B. If you have two people that can be mobile, both start at the same place in the river and go opposite directions. If you meet up again without spotting the dependent, well, they’re not there.

C. If you have more than 2 people, you can do B but also station different adults at the lazy river entrances/exits.

10. Don’t blame the dependent! Even if they ran away and/or are pissy that you’re upset once you all reunite, trust me, there’s a 99% chance they’re upset too. Yes, this is a good time to have a serious conversation with them. Yes, if this is a repeated problem, and/or you warned them you’d leave the park if this occurred, you should not back down. But also - they’re dependents. They’re not stupid, and they should be told consequences and dangers so they can make good decisions, but they will never have the adult/guardian perspective that you do. Be kind.

Also please for my sake teach them if they’re brought to someone like me, that it’s THEIR job to be safe and listen to me while us park workers look for you. It’s YOUR job to find the dependent, not the dependent’s job to find you. I had a six year old little girl genuinely toddler-howl at me because she wanted to go look for her mom. I’ve never before heard a kid her age howl like that. I can trick kids out of crying 9/10 times but howling came as a surprise lmao. I think I can manage it now that I’ve experienced it but damn.

Also make sure those kids are DRINKING. Being in a water park is NOT the same as drinking water. They should be drinking every 15 minutes at LEAST, I am NOT kidding.

Also if I call you to tell you your kid is here, please don’t call or text me back after you have the kid. I’m sure other places have phones for these types of things but the only one I have is my personal phone. And I am happy to get the kid off my hands and into your arms, but I’m using my personal phone so plz. Don’t call me back. Absolutely call me if you need directions to my ‘office’ in the park. Don’t call or text me after. I have stories about that hoo boy but this post is already long.

[cl6teen]

p-power ❀ op81

in which a tense breakup with a well known driver sparks a new beginning with an up and coming rookie

contains: social media!au, exbf!daniel, multiple time skips, heavily inspired by the lyrics ‘the pictures i seen i’m like “damn he got lucky”, take it from him and i leave him with nothin’.

note: this has been in my drafts for ages so i might has well post it anyways

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f1wagupdates f1 wag y/n l/n and mclaren f1 driver daniel ricciardo caught in a hearted argument while vacationing in new zealand for the short beak in light of a newly surfaced cheating scandal between daniel and a model during a monaco gp after party

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danielrjpg omg, so the cheating rumours were true??? i feel so bad for y/n, she was the best wag on the paddock in my opinion

iheartmclaren during the monaco gp?? she couldn’t make it to that one right?

papayaluv yeah, but she was still posting him on her story that whole weekend :(

ynstyle genuinely she’s too good for him anyways

user now that this has been brought to life can we talk about the weird ass age gap between the two??

dr3ily i love daniel but he’s 33 and she’s 22?? and they started dating when she was 20? that’s kind of icky

l.l.l.lando to be honest, i don’t think it’s true? like he doesn’t seem like the type to cheat! couples fight all the time

user yeah, monaco gp is notorious for exposing and cheating scandals that usually aren’t true, yall will believe anything

4everstappen then why did she already delete their photos together?? like all trace of daniel gone

givemedr3 but daniel still has all of their photos up, and he still follows her ?

madebymax it’s because he’s delusional LMAO, and I would be too if i fumbled someone like y/n??

user his karma will definitely come back to him, one way or another

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yourinstagram boy bye.

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landonorris let me come visit you please

yourinstagram you know you’re always welcome down under lan <3

user lando and y/n’s friendship still holding up is so cute to me

bsfsinstagram you’re too bad for anyone in this world

bsfsinstagram whoever gets you is so lucky

yourinstagram i love you more than anything babe

drxyn waitt so they’re actually broken up 😭

luvyn tbh the post breakup glow is eating, i was crying for a month straight after mine

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mclarenbby oh my god daniel in the likes is so embarrassing like please stop your delusion

newuser please go back to daniel y/n i loved you two together!

yourinstagram lol no thanks

k1ll4lando daniel get off your burner account LMAOO

iluvf1 y/n continuing to post like nothing ever happened and being all normal in comparison to daniel’s social media literally going black out like he’s grieving is so funny?? like the disabled comments are really the cherry on top

user i just know he has his pr team working overtime

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f1 some surprising news from mclaren this silly season, wouldn’t you agree?

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user honestly thank god, i don’t think mclaren was daniels team, but it’s sad to see he might be out of a seat now

user the karma from cheating is literally so real

user and he wasn’t performing well at all because of it

user YN LIKED IT BYEEE

user love that for her though

mclaren excited to see our rookie in action!

early february, 2023.

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lando.jpg friendly outings before the new season (ft. y/n’s photography skills)

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yourinstagram thank you for the photo credits on the last one lando

oscarpiastri very nice photos lando

lando.jpg always so serious oscah

papayaluv yn still hanging out with mclaren is so nice to see, she has so much chemistry with the team even without daniel

op81ln4 seeing yn get becoming friends with oscar is so funny like omg he took your ex’s seat in f1

mcl4ren honestly i think that yn is milking this whole daniel situation to still keep the attention on her, how is she still attending mclaren events?

yourinstagram please stop making assumptions about me, thanks ❤️

user do you forget that she’s been friends with lando?

user can’t lie, lando posting yn at mclaren knowing daniel follows this page is wickedddd but funny

oscar

hey, it’s oscar from earlier :)

you

hi oscar! i had so much fun meeting you tonight

did you grab my number from lando?

oscar

yeah..i hope that’s alright?

i was just glad to see a fellow australian and lando suggested i have it

you

i really don’t mind it, i’m happy to have a new friend that i have smth in common with

i was surprised when your mclaren signing was announced, but i’m sure your rookie season will be amazing

oscar

thanks, it really does mean a lot

i wasn’t really expecting the mclaren offer in the first place but i was open, and they’d just let go of daniel cause of his performance

wait sorry i didn’t mean to bring him up

you

please don’t apologize, i couldn’t care less about him anymore

i see what happened in the second half of last years season as karma, im glad it’s you who’s in the seat now :)

oscar

yeah, but if you ask me what he did was an asshole move

you didn’t deserve that at all, i think he lost something good

you

it’s been so long now that it’s nothing important to me, but…did you want to meet up for lunch or dinner tomorrow? my flight back home leaves after that

oscar

yeah, i’d like that

and i’ll hope to see you again in australia as well?

you

you can count on it ❤️

april, melbourne australia.

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ynluv it felt so nice seeing you with mclaren today !!

mclaren we second that!

yourinstagram it’s just a one time thing, i never miss a home race! but i was happy to be there!!

landonorris who’s that cool guy in the sunglasses?

yourinstagram a toad that drives for mclaren you do NOT want to talk to him

oscarpiastri missed hanging out

yourinstagram come back home more often then duh

landonorris or you can just visit us instead

you

you did so well in the race today oz

ozz

P8 isn’t the best though, could have been better

lando was good

you

he was, but we’re not talking about lando

P8 on your third race as a rookie is amazing

take the compliment oscar 🙄

ozz

thank you for the compliment miss

you

ugh shut up

ozz

im glad you were here this race weekend, i really did miss seeing you

you

it’s not like you haven’t been texting and calling me for two months straight 😭

ozz

but that’s different

you

mhm

when do you have to fly out to baku?

ozz

i leave in the middle of the night on wednesday

you must want me to take you out on a date before i go?

you

don’t be smug oscar pisstree

facetime dates are nice but it would be nice to go on a real one again. we don’t always have to hang out with lando

ozz

i know y/n, im only teasing you

there’s no way i would be here and not think to plan one, you know me better than that

but pisstree is a little painful

you

i know i know, sorry

ozz

so get ready and i’ll come pick you up once i’m done with these team debriefs

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you

girl.

omg

pls whatever you’re doing stop it

TEXT ME BACK PLEASE 😭

bestie 🧸

oh my god

hi

i’m here

are you dying ? kidnapped?

i thought you were on your date with oscar

please respond???

how are you not responding after just texting??

istg i hate you

you

i was on my date with oscar

he just dropped me off

and

bestie 🧸

and??

you

i am a girlfriend !!!!

😖😖😖

bestie 🧸

OH MY GOD???

OSCARYN NATION UPPP

he’s so good for you yn

IM SO HAPPY

you

ME TOO

however. there is one problem

he asked me to spend the summer break travelling with him

bestie 🧸

what did you say?

yes? right?

you

i didn’t say anything actually…

he said he’d let me think about it

bestie 🧸

okay so tell him your done thinking about it

and say yes!

august; summer break.

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yourinstagram all types of summa lovin

landonorris you got him to wear pink ????

yourinstagram doesn’t he look yummy in it

user WHO’S HIM????

bsfsinstagram oh not you posting himmm

yourinstagram i had to let them know i’m spoken for babe

oscarpiastri what psychopath straightens their hair like that

yourinstagram the hot kind

landonorris yeah right

dannybae is that daniel in the last photo?

yourinstagram no

user was posting this after daniel said he missed you on that podcast intentional????

user that’s so embarrassing for him but at least now he’s gained some self respect and unfollowed her 😭😭

luvyn i’m so happy she’s happy, literally living her best life

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oscarpiastri summer

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user oscar when was this this ?????

oscarpiastri i just said this summer🧍‍♂️

landonorris 💀

yourinstagram oscar in his soft launch era??

landonorris you were the one who taught him that

oscarpiastri is that what it’s called

user not oscar getting a girlfriend over the break

oscarspastries i sort of suspected this after that story he posted after the australia gp

user omg so she’s probably from australia

op4prez the second picture kinda looks like yn

user no it doesn’t ur jumping to conclusions 😭

user she’s only friends with the mclaren boys she has her own man

user oscar literally drops off the face of the earth for the entire break and then comes back to post this??

user im severely unwell

user oscar’s already falling into the girlfriend effect of looking exponentially finer and im here for it

october; qatar.

yourinstagram updated their story (2 hours ago)

you

congratulations on winning the sprint race babe <3 i knew you could do it

baby 💕

where are you?

i want to come see you

you

i’m in the garage with the team

are you coming with lando

baby 💕

no

you

you shouldn’t come without him

you know that people would talk and it’ll be annoying to deal with

baby 💕

i just got the first win of the season for the team

quite frankly i couldn’t give a shit what they said, i want to celebrate with my girl

you

oscar i want to celebrate with you too, but it might be best to wait

oscar are you there?

oscar ?

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mclaren 🧡

landonorris it’s about time you made it public

oscarpiastri i never hid it though

landonorris didn’t you?

yourinstagram you’re lucky i love you enough to let you hard launch

oscarpiastri just can’t keep you a secret

[moonstruckme]

Omg holiday fics… I need a Steve and reader under the mistletoe fic (bonus points if like enemies/rivals/frenemies to lovers vibe??) like I need air to breathe

Ahh I missed him! Thanks for requesting <3

cw: alcohol

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 1.7k words

It’s virtually the same as every party you went to in high school, save for the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. Try as Scott’s girlfriend might, she cannot, in your opinion, successfully call this a Christmas party. 

She has made a valiant effort, though. There’s an option of spiked eggnog sitting on the counter beside the cooler of beers, tinsel glitters around the railing of the stairway, and a grocery store cheese plate really adds a bit of class to the center of the coffee table. Unfortunately, the class is sort of nullified by all the bro-ey yelling coming from the beer pong tournament Scott’s holding in the basement. 

“That’s McCreedy,” Steve tells you as a particularly loud whoop comes from downstairs. 

You reach for a piece of swiss, suppressing your smile. “You sound confident.” 

“It’s him. Wait a sec, he’s gonna do his signature yell.” He holds up a hand, ear cocked in anticipation. 

A moment later, a testosterone-fuelled, “Whoo! That’s what I’m talking about,” sounds from the basement. 

You hastily swallow your cheese, covering your mouth to hide your laugh. Steve looks very pleased with himself. 

“Every time he scored a basket for four years,” he explains. 

“Oh my god.” Your laughter is difficult to quell when Steve looks so delighted to have brought it about. You think, not for the first time tonight, that you never expected to be having this good a time with Steve Harrington. “Are we going to be subjected to that all night?” 

Steve grimaces. “Depends. He’s not very good, but if he’s playing someone who also sucks…” 

“Is this the part where you tell me that if you were in there he’d be losing?” You’re a bit surprised at the flirtation in your own tone, but you don’t backtrack. 

“No.” He smiles. “That would be arrogant and braggy.” 

“Not to mention predictable,” you tack on. 

“Right. I’ve been told, uh, that’s not really the best way to get nice girls to like me.” 

You pick up your cup, hiding a smile behind the rim as you take a sip. You’ll have to send a fruit basket to whoever taught him that lesson. The Steve Harrington you knew in high school was absolutely that conceited. He knew he was handsome and charming, and the fact that he knew was enough for you to stay away. He never fell short on girls who wanted him for those things anyway. You didn’t think of Steve much then, only with vague annoyance when he wrapped your teachers around his finger or made your friends ditch you on a Friday night so they could go to one of his basketball games, and then you’d graduated and happily never thought of him again. Until tonight, when you’d shown up for a friend-of-a-friend’s so-called Christmas party and here he was. 

This Steve Harrington seems different from the one you knew. His signature hairstyle has changed, for one thing. It’s grown out a bit, less coiffed, more fluffy. A couple of strands fall into his eyes which he keeps combing back in a way that you hate to find endearing but unfortunately do. He seems to walk more than he saunters, now, too. His mouth doesn’t hold so much smugness in its tilt. This Steve is (seemingly) more interested in talking to you than trying to get you to play seven minutes in heaven or recounting his basketball stats or going to play beer pong with his friends who he claims aren’t his friends anymore. He looks you in the eyes like he’s interested in what you have to say and smiles when you smile.

“I’m going to go get a refill.” You stand with your cup. “Want anything?” 

“Oh, yeah.” Steve picks up his beer, long since empty. “I’ll come with you.” 

For all the self-respect that had kept you immune to him throughout high school, it’s hard not to feel flattered by Steve’s attention tonight. Your face heats as he trails you into the kitchen, not even a full step behind as you go inside. 

“Ooooh!” 

You stop. It’s Sasha, Scott’s girlfriend and the party’s true host, who’s oohed at you, but everyone in the kitchen has turned to look. 

“What?” you ask. 

Nancy Wheeler is refilling the punch bowl of eggnog with another girl you almost recognize. She gives you a look that borders on sympathetic. “You’re standing under the mistletoe,” she tells you. 

You and Steve look up at the same time. Taped to the ceiling above the entryway, like a trap hunters lay in the woods, is a small sprig of green tied with red ribbon. 

You look at Steve. He’s already looking at you. 

“I…”

“No.” Steve’s tone could nearly be called scoffing. “No way. That’s stupid, anyone who walks in is gonna be under it.” 

“Only people who walk in together,” corrects Sasha. It’s clear she’s been waiting for her trap to spring all night. 

Steve shakes his head. “It’s stupid,” he says again. “Right, Robs?” 

He looks to the girl sitting on the counter by Nancy—Robin, you remember her now, she was a couple years below you in school—seemingly for support. 

“Uhh, right,” Robin fumbles. Nancy gives her an amused look. “It’s a stupid tradition, which, by the way, we only do because some old Greek guys thought it would promote fertility, so. It’s sexist, or something.”

Steve nods, satisfied. 

“Still,” says Nancy, a smile playing on the ends of her lips, “it is a tradition.” 

With Nancy’s hand gracing hers, Robin seems to have no rebuttal for that. 

“It’s a bullshit tradition.” Steve reaches into the cooler, not looking at what drinks he grabs before ushering you back out of the kitchen. “Come on.” 

You feel like you have whiplash going back to the couch. Steve’s gotten you both sodas, condensation still dripping off the one he presses into your hand. The tab cracks and hisses as he pops his open. 

“Sorry about that.” He still seems piqued. “I didn’t know we were gonna get ambushed like that.” 

“It’s okay. How could you know?” you reply airily. You crack open your own can, not thinking to check what it is until it hits your tongue. Ginger ale, fizzy and light. “I didn’t know that about the origin of mistletoe.” 

“Yeah.” Steve chuckles drily. “Me neither.” 

“Robin seems really smart.” 

“I’m, like, eighty percent sure she made that up on the spot. But yeah, she’s smart.” 

“Well, I’m just glad we didn’t perpetuate a sexist tradition.” 

You say it lightly, but there’s an odd weight in your chest. You are glad that you didn’t kiss in the kitchen in front of everyone, that Steve hadn’t pressured you like everyone else, but part of you wishes he’d been a little less adamant in his refusal. It’s silly, you know. You don’t think you’d actually want to kiss anyone under those circumstances, so public and contrived, but still. It stings just a little. 

“Do you and Robin hang out a lot?” you ask, trying perhaps a bit too hard to sound casual and disinterested. 

“Yeah.” Steve nods, those couple of strands falling out of line again and into his eyes. “But, you know, we’re just friends. We work together.” 

You raise your eyebrows, disbelieving. 

“Really,” he laughs. “She’s—it’s not like that. Super not like that.” 

“Okay,” you say, believing him. But you’re not done teasing him yet, you decide. “You hang out with a lot of high schoolers, Harrington?” 

Steve guffaws. “Hey, we’re just friends! And Robin’s only a couple of years behind us.” 

You pause, sensing there’s more. “But…” you prompt. 

Steve huffs a laugh, pushing his hair out of his face. “It’s not weird, okay?” 

“Okay.” You settle in. “Tell me.” 

He interrupts himself repeatedly to insist again that it’s not weird, and you don’t doubt him, the look that comes over his face when he talks about the kids fond and brotherly. He gives them free rentals from the video store he works at with Robin, helps them navigate high school drama and crushes, and drives them places when their parents won’t. When you call him a pro bono babysitter, Steve laughs and says, That’s exactly what it is. 

It’s sweet to see how much he cares about these kids, to hear him talk about them like they’re pests he has to wrangle and put up with while smiling like he wouldn’t have it any other way. The Steve you knew in high school didn’t seem to care about much of anyone apart from himself. This Steve is overflowing with sincerity, kinder and braver and more genuinely funny than you remember him. When he offers you a ride home, you accept. 

You don’t bother zipping your coat for the walk to the car. There’s salt on the porch, but still you walk carefully, wary of ice. 

“Hey,” Steve says before you can go down the steps. 

You glance back at him, and he’s looking up. 

“Look.” 

You tilt your head back too. Hung on a string above the entrance to the porch, tied in a red ribbon just like the one in the kitchen, is a sprig of mistletoe. 

“Two?” You laugh, turning towards Steve. “Doesn’t that seem like—” 

His lips capture yours. 

The first press is greedy, overeager, but after a second of you standing still in surprise he starts to back away. His lips leave an impression of warmth on yours. They part on an apology. 

You shake your head, reaching for him. “Wait.” 

The material of his jacket is slippery underneath your fingers, and his lips find yours with the same warmth they left with. Steve kisses confidently, like you knew he would, but also with a curiosity you didn’t expect. His lips close and part over yours like he’s asking, entreating, trying to draw something out. You don’t know that you have the answer, but you kiss his cupid’s bow in consolation. He brings his hands to the curve of your back, squeezing before letting go. 

Your breath puffs in the cold air. “I thought…I thought it was a bullshit tradition.” 

“It’s only bullshit when it’s in a room full of people,” he says. 

You laugh, again surprised at how easily he coaxes it out of you but not as much as you’d been at the beginning of the night. You think Steve’s going to be making you laugh a lot now.

[onlyangel4]

delicate. ls2. smau

logan sargeant x country singer!reader

in which logan and reader do not want to pop their bubble of secret new love but sometimes you just have to let the world know that you are in love.

warnings: cursing.

faceclaim: megan moroney

taylor swift series masterlist

y/insta posted a story

written: back in the studio for the first time in what feels like forever

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y/insta: i think i'm really happy, i think i want to stay

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user1: it is a sad day for us all y/n has a boyfriend

user2: i'm seeing you in nashville next week and i am so excited

kelseaballerini: i need to know where those boots are from asap

y/ninsta: just sent you the link bby

user3: f1 driver logan sargeant spotted in the likes

user4: he loves country music he is probably just a fan

user5: this caption has to be song lyrics

ls2updates posted a story

written: logan, lando and oscar were spotted in nashville at a y/n y/ln concert

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y/nupdates: y/n played a new song for the first time last night. she said that it was about someone in the crowd and then proceeded to play the most beautiful love song in the entire world, whoever it is makes mother very happy

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user6: imagine being lucky enough to say THE y/n y/ln is your girlfriend

user7: there were three single f1 drivers at her show last night i'm convinced she is dating one of them

user8: glen powell liked a few tweets about her a couple months back, i still bet it is him

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carlossainz: so excited for this chapter

user9: thank god, logan was useless

user10: no the car was useless y/ninsta liked this comment

user11: poor logan i heard he hardly got any warning

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user12: so excited for carlex

user13: i'm going to miss logan on the grid

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user14: what the fuck is going on that country singer y/n y/ln has been liking all the positive comments about logan

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y/ninsta: i'm so thrilled to tell you that my new single is out at midnight and to introduce you to logan the muse that inspired am i okay?, a man that made me question whether i am okay because spending time with him made me uncharacteristically happy. love you logie.

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user15: streets said logan had a girlfriend, i was not expecting her to be this gorgeous

user16: what an all american couple omg

logansargeant: i'm so glad i can finally recommend this song to everyone, so proud of you

y/ninsta: and i am so proud of you

user17: song just dropped everyone share your fav lyrics i'll start "like a 6'2" dream, heaven-sent", girl no wonder you launched your relationship before this was released people would have guessed him quickly

user18: "he's funny and he's smart and he's good in (bed implied)- babe just tell us the dick is fire

user19: "who knew guys still brought flowers" - i knew logan would be a massive green flag in a relationship

user20: "i don't feel like a sad song soundtrack" - considering this is the first love song y/n has ever released i am so fucking happy for her, she deserves this so much

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Marvel: Kiss Me - Bucky Barnes -

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (No use of Y/N)

Request Prompt: (Requested by anon)

OMG I LOVE YOUR BUCKY FICS </33 Can you maybe write a one shot where the reader and him both have dates who flake or something and they end up just spending the evening together? I thought it would be REALLY wholesome. Adore your account! Xoxo

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 3,538

Okay, so! Thank you for requesting! I've been wanting to write a Bucky One Shot but I couldn't think of anything fun! This was fun, and so cute. Also, I'm so glad you like my Bucky fics and just, this anon made my day okay!

I hope you enjoy! (p.s I was listening to music whilst writing this, and as I got to the part where they kiss, Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer started playing, hence why this is called Kiss Me)

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Bucky Barnes smirked as he looked down at his phone. His best friend, you, had texted him something funny, his eyes flickered from his phone a moment to his surroundings, a sweet cafe. He was already on coffee two. His 'date' hadn't showed yet. But she was only ten minutes late. 

'Whoever said blind dating was a good idea sucks' You texted your best friend, Bucky. You were in a similar situation to him, sitting alone in a restaurant. Waiting for a date, some guy named Gregg, who hadn't showed up yet. Leaving you sitting alone for fifteen minutes. You looked down at your phone with a sigh, smiling when you saw that Bucky had messaged you back. 

'I don't know, it could make a funny story' 

'I don't want 'funny' Barnes, I want swept off my feet love!'

Bucky smirked at your response, a part of him wasn't shocked at both your dates going this way. Your dating lives sucked. If only he could admit his feelings. He quickly typed a reply. 

'And do you think that Gregg is going to sweep you off your feet?'

'Who knows, maybe if he had the decency to show up on time, I'd know'

'Wanna bet he never shows up?' He texts, his eyes scanning the cafe again, nope, still no date. He smirked when you texted back seconds later, the two of you always made bets, on literally anything. 

'That's a horrible thing to be on...' You text, and then quickly you send another, a smirk playing on your lips. 'You're on'

'What does the winner get?' He texts, adding the little purple devil emoji. He had recently learnt emojis, from you, of course. You roll your eyes playfully at his response. 

'Why are you texting me? Aren't you also on a date?'

'Because my date is currently 15 minutes late' 

'Just our luck' You text. You laugh bitterly, you felt stupid and wanted to leave, but the restaurant was so full, and there was nothing more embarrassing. 

'Wanna just ditch these idiots and hang out?'

'Fuck yes' You text back, suddenly smiling, you didn't care what everyone thought, so you gather your things and left the restaurant, you grab your phone and dial Bucky's number. Bucky laughs at your response, he left his seat and walked out of the cafe. 

"Hello?" He says softly. 

"Where we going Barnes?" You ask over the phone. He chuckles on the other side of the phone as he started walking towards his apartment. 

"My place, I was thinking we could order pizza, and watch shitty movies"

"It's like you always know what I wanna hear, meet you there" You say, grinning as you walked down the pavement. Bucky smiles at your answer. 

"Sounds like a plan, I'll get the pizza and beer ready, see you in a bit" He says, and then hangs up the call. You smile to yourself as you make your way to Bucky's apartment. It was like your second home, you spent more time there than you did your own apartment. Before you got to his apartment, you grabbed some pastries from a bakery you liked. 

Bucky got everything set up, a huge pizza on the table, beer too. When the doorbell rings, he goes to answer it, a big smile plastered across on his face. 

"Hey! Brought dessert did you?" He asks, as he sees you holding the box of pastries. 

"I did! Thought we could drown our sorrows in sugar" You say with a smirk as you push past him, walking into the apartment. 

"Well I think pizza and Ice-cream would've done that, but I guess this works too" He grins. 

"You never said ice cream, dork" You mutter, you walk into the small apartment, it was more of a studio, his kitchen, living room and bedroom all in one place, and a small bathroom and toilet off in the corner. You loved it here, one wall was entirely window, looking down at the bustling city below. Bucky pinched your shoulder playfully as you walked past him to get to the couch. You flopped down and waited for him to sit so you could get comfortable leaning against him. You grabbed a beer and took a swig. 

"How funny would it be if our dates ditched us to go on dates with each other" You mutter, taking another swig of the beer before putting it on the table. 

"Oh god... That would be horrible" Bucky mutters, his mouth full of pizza as he does. You moved yourself into your usual position when watching movies with him. With your head in his lap, his hands moved without thinking, brushing through your hair. 

"Swear I'll be single forever" You mumble, you look up at him, a wistful look over your features as your mind thinks over your feelings for him. Forbidden feelings, liking one's best friend. 

"You won't be alone forever, you'll find someone who isn't a complete idiot" He said, he lifts his bottle of beer to his lips, drinking a long gulp down. 

"I don't think I believe ya Barnes" You say as your mouth goes dry, watching his lips touch the bottle, a drop of beer slid down his chin. Bucky rolls his eyes as he looks down at you, his beer now on the side table. 

"Trust me, I know you really well, the right guy will know how awesome you are, and he will appreciate you a lot. He'll love you for real, doll" He says softly, his fingers slightly stroking your temple. The touch was so intimate, you craved more from him. 

"You're too sweet, Bucks" You say, smiling up at him, the sun outside was in its golden hour, streaming in and covering your face, and Bucky forgot how to breath for a moment, the sun shone over your features just slightly, making you shine, and your eyes sparkle. He shakes his head. "I'm just being honest, it's clear as day how awesome you are. Any guy would be lucky to have you"

You move, sitting up and facing him, your leg pressed against his as you sit with one leg still on the couch. "Any guy?" You ask, biting you lip, taking a chance. Bucky nodded, his gaze on yours, your eyes locking. 

"Any guy. You're smart, kind, gorgeous, funny and the perfect height for hugs!" He says with a smirk, he was trying to cheer you up. Plus, Bucky's favourite thing ever was the way your eyes lit up with every compliment he gave you. 

"Have a certain guy in mind?" You ask, your voice faltering slightly, your teeth bit your lip slightly as you tried to push the nerves down, you laugh softly, a mix of your usual laugh and a nervous laugh. Bucky's smirk grew as you laughed, he continued to look into your eyes, feeling himself get a little lost, and he didn't break contact as he spoke. 

"Maybe I do have someone in mind" He says, his cocky smirk still over his lips whilst his eyes screamed how nervous he felt in that moment. 

"And who would that be?" You ask, without realising your hand and Bucky's was touching, between the space next to both your legs, a few fingers were linked, holding onto one another as if an anchor. 

"You really gonna make me say it?" He asks. 

"Yes, definitely" You answer softly, was this really happening?

Bucky moved one of his hands, moving close to your face as his strokes your cheek gently with his thumb. "It's you, doll" His smirk had turned into a genuine smile as he spoke. He moved his hand, cupping your cheek, his thumb still moving softly against the skin of your cheek. 

"Me? Really?" You ask, your voice quiet but laced with hopefulness. You had wanted this moment for a long time. He nodded, pulling you a little closer to him, your faces were only a few inches apart now. 

"Yes really. I know you're my best friend but I've wanted to be more than just friends for such a long time..." Bucky says, he feels like a weight is lifted off his chest as he speaks, finally he was telling you how his heart felt. 

"Fuck" You whisper, you had never thought he could feel the same, but here he was, admitting it. 

"Language" He says playfully, that cocky smirk returning to his lips. 

"Shove it old man" You mutter. He chuckles, loving the banter between you both. "You really me it?" You ask, sounding more serious now. Bucky's heart was racing, he was hoping you wouldn't reject him or laugh in his face. He had wanted you for so long now, and the thought of having you in his arms and calling you his was enough to make his chest give out. "Of course I mean it doll, I mean it as much as I've ever anything" 

"Why did you never tell me?" You ask quietly. 

Bucky sighs, and spoke quietly as he moved his hand lower to cup your jaw. "I didn't want to do anything that would jeopardise our friendship. I've wanted you for years, but I cared about our friendship more. I thought you didn't have feelings for me, so I didn't say anything" He explains. 

You nodded, knowing exactly how he felt. "Suppose that makes sense" You whisper, you then realise you hadn't told him of your feelings, you almost wanted to slap yourself when you see the scared, insecure look in his eyes. 

"And how do you feel about it? About me, wanting you? Do you want me back?" He asks, his eyes looking away from yours for a moment. You take a deep breath and put your hand over his, still cupping your jaw. 

"Yes Bucky" You whisper. "Obviously, gods, you're perfect"

"You mean it, doll? You're not just saying that, are you?" He asks, his voice softer than usual. 

"Why would I just say that, you dork. I've liked you for so long, it's why I kept going on dates..I never thought you'd like me back" You say, laughing softly. 

"Can I kiss you?" He asks quietly. 

Yes...please"

Bucky didn't hesitate for even a second, he crashes his lips against yours. His kissed you passionately, and didn't want to pull away. You tried hard not to smile against his lips, not wanting to ruin the moment. You both had waited for this for so long, and it was better than either of you imagined. His hands move down to your waist, holding you close as he deepened the kiss. Bucky felt like he had fireworks going off in his head as he felt and tasted your lips on his. You loved it, and didn't want to pull away, not caring about coming up for air, you wanted to kiss him over and over and over again. 

Bucky finally pulled away to breath, panting and a little breathless as he looked at you through hooded eyes. 

"God doll....That was amazing..."

"Yeah...it was" You whisper, your voice a little hoarse. He smirked at your reaction, loving how you loved the kiss as much as he did. He pulled you to his chest, wanting you as close as possible. He nuzzled his face into your neck and spoke quietly. "Can I admit something?"

"Of course Bucks" You say as you cuddle close to him. You had cuddled like this before, but this time, it was different. 

"I've imagined doing that for a long time... I've wanted to kiss you like that for such a long time... I never thought you felt the same way, so I didn't want to say anything... I don't want to mess up our friendship"

You smile softly as his words, you move so you were facing him again, his eyes meeting yours as you spoke. "Our friendship couldn't be messed up, not ever. You're the closest person to me, and I could never do anything to lose you"

"I feel the same doll, and I'm glad I finally have you. You don't know how much it means to me that you are here... In my apartment... In my arms... And you feel the same way... You're my person"

"You're my person, Bucks" You say, beaming at him, you then groan softly, looking around the room at the pizza box and beer bottles decorating the table. "Can't believe we're surrounded by pizza and beer admitting our feelings" 

"Oh my God, I didn't even realize it, you're right... Maybe we should've gone out somewhere or made a more appropriate setting... He thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and smirked. "Ah who cares, it's us... And we're perfect for each other. This is exactly how it's supposed to happen"

"Yeah, you're right.. I'm sure we'll have plenty of times for fancy dates" You say, grinning, the thought alone making your insides feel giddy and excited. Bucky smirked at your words, his heart raced as he thought about taking you on dates. You were his girl now, he was over the moon. 

"Oh we definitely will doll... Dinner dates, movie dates, nights out on the town just to have an excuse to walk around holding hands and showing the world that you're mine... We can do all of that... And more"

"God, we're gonna be busy, aren't we?" You asked in a playful tone. Bucky chuckled softly at your words before speaking. "Yes we are doll... But I wouldn't want it any other way... It'll be worth it, to have you and show the world that you're mine"

"Who knew" You start to say in a playfully sarcastic tone. "Are you being sarcastic with me right now?" He asks.

"Oh completely, who knew you were such a loverboy!" You say giggling. He rolled his eyes but smirked at your response. "Oh shut up doll... You're gonna make me blush"

"Sorry Bucks" You say, though you weren't really sorry. He loved you being goofy and playful, he always has. But now that he knew you loved him just as much as he loved you, these moments meant so much more to him. "Yeah yeah doll, you are not sorry at all"

You sigh happily and cuddle close to him, one of your usual positions on your many movie nights, it felt the same, the same comfortable happy time together. "Strange, I always thought being with you like this would be different, but it feels like normal" He wrapped his arms around you, loving the way you're cuddling against him. He held you close, keeping you pressed close to his chest. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, breathing in your scent. He thought for a moment at your comment.

"I know what you mean doll. It feels... Natural? I don't know, it just feels so right... Like you belong here with me"

"So natural" You agree.  "How about we get that ice cream and finish our shitty movies?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect doll... Get the ice cream, throw on another shitty movie, and stay cuddled on the couch with you... Absolutely perfect"

"Hmm perfect" You hum, repeating his words as you move to press a kiss to his jaw. He smiled softly as you repeated his words. Hearing that it was perfect coming from your lips filled his heart, and the kiss on his jaw set his skin on fire. He loved when you were affectionate and gave him sweet little kisses and touches. He wanted more. So much more.

"You're too sweet doll, you keep saying things like that and I'll really become a loverboy..." He teased you a little, with a playful smirk.

"Hmm yeah?" You whisper playfully, teasing him as you kissed another to his jaw. He swallowed hard as you kissed his jaw again. The feeling of your lips on his was becoming addicting. He wanted more, but the feeling was also becoming distracting. "Doll... You're playing a dangerous game..."

"I quite like this game" You answer, kissing further along his jaw, up to his chin, and then finally to his lips, you press a kiss to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into your kisses. Each one felt like heaven to him. The final kiss to his lips sent chills down his spine, causing a deep groan to escape from his lips. He wanted to take the kiss further and deepen it, but you pulled away. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, feeling both frustrated and incredibly aroused at the same time. The sight of you standing up made the thought of pulling you back down onto the couch and attacking your lips with his own flash through his mind.

You smirk at his reaction as you step away from him, you make your way over to the kitchen area. You grab the ice cream and get two bowls ready, you walk back over to him, passing him a bowl as you sit back down with him. 

"Thanks doll"

And then, the next few hours as the sun goes down were spent watching the shitty movies eating junk and kisses every now and again. It was so natural and perfect... Spending time with you, cuddling you, kissing you... It was everything he ever wanted. The kisses turned from soft and sweet to deep and passionate, especially the ones when he finally pinned you down on the couch in a moment of lust and need where he couldn't control himself. It was perfect.

"Behave mister" You giggle softly, Bucky was still hovering over you, trapping you underneath him. "Oh doll... I've been behaving all night. But you keep teasing me and you make it pretty damn hard to behave when you have me wanting you this badly"

"Soon baby" You say with a smile. "I don't wanna rush us" And you didn't, you wanted to savor every last second with Bucky, enjoying each moment slowly. He lowered himself a bit more, now hovering over you on top of you. He leaned down to your ear, and whispered in a deep, seductive voice.

"But I want you so badly doll..."

"Too bad, I'm not the kind of girl to do such things on the first date" You say, playfully. And you weren't that type of girl, and your best friend wouldn't change your rules like that. He groaned in frustration as you responded playfully, teasing him again. He wasn't being serious, but the temptation was strong and it was getting harder to resist the urge to take you right there on the couch. He smirked and responded to you in a deep, seductive voice.

"What about on the second date?"

"You are too much" You say laughing, Bucky soon joins in on the laughter. He leaned down even closer to your face, now mere inches away. He could feel his self-control slipping away. His voice turned even deeper and more seductive as he spoke.

"What can I say doll... You bring it out of me. You have me wanting you, wanting you so bad..."

"How about you take me on a fancy date soon, and see if you get lucky" You say with a smirk, you knew already he definitely would get lucky, if you could make it to the date, he was so tempting, so perfect. 

"Hmm I think I like the sound of that doll... I'll make sure to spoil you. Get your favorite flowers, take you to a nice restaurant, and shower you in gifts until you give in..."

You giggle softly, he presses kisses to your face as he speaks. "Sounds perfect Bucks" He loved your laughter and playful teasing as usual. The sound made his heart jump, but it was the nickname that got him. He leaned down closer to your ear and spoke in a seductive whisper.

"You're going to be the death of me doll... I really like when you call me that..."

"I am so glad our dates decided to stand us up" You say, a soft smiling on your lips. 

"I'm glad too doll, I wouldn't change a thing. I feel like I'm in heaven right now."

"Me too" You whisper, agreeing. He leaned down, closing the small gap between you to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. The feeling of finally having the woman he loved, and hearing her say those words, overwhelmed him and filled his heart to bursting. He deepened the kiss, holding you close to his body, loving every moment. It was all he ever wanted, and he never wanted to let you go.

[mehwmidklpe]

hai can i pretty plz request an elliot fic where reader and elliot are casual, and reader doesn’t like physical touch but one day elliot is high and he hugs her when he sees her or smth and then she has a sort of realization moment where she realizes she doesn’t hate it when elliot is affection 😛 idk im bad at writing bruzz but THANK U 🙏🙏

omg I love this!

Physical touch?

You hate it.

It scares you.

It disgusts you.

You hate it.

Everytime Maddy tried to hug you, you stepped back. Everytime someone's parent laid a hand on you you fliched.

The disliking cale frol different sides:

You just don't like being touched.

You're traumatized.

It just makes you feel uncomfortable.

You're not that open.

You don't tend to get close to people.

But then you met Elliot.

He was everythung you were against. Drugs, alcohol, sex, parties, tattoos, drinking.

But you got close to him.

Closer then you'll ever get to a person. You just knew it.

So how did that work? No idea.

Right now, you were walking up the staurs to Elliot's room. You had agreed to meet up at his place today.

But unfortunately, when you walked into the room, the strong smell of drugs and smoke filled your poor nose.

And there he was.

Elliot in all his glory.

Snorting some drugs before smoking a cigarette.

It took hil a second to notice you, but when he did, a smile spread across his lips.

"Y/n." He stood up, walking up to you. "You're high. Like not the usual amount of high for you." You acknowledged.

Notmally Elliot could control his drugs use. Way better than Rue. He still had enough sense in him.

But now, the boy was wasted, and it concerned you, it scared you, it frustrated you.

"How much did you take?" You ask him, looking around the room.

Ciggartes were all around, bottles of alcoholic drinks were present, too and some sort of drugs you didn't recognize all over his guitar that laid on the ground.

Music was playing, hinting at how he'd probably had a blast on the process of getting high before you had arrived.

"Elliot, how much did you take??" You repeated, raising your voice, demanding an answer out of him.

He only smiled, staring at you like you were the most beautiful view he had ever laid his eyes on.

"Doesn't matter." He brushed it off, walking up to you.

"I missed you so much."

Too close.

He was too close.

"Elliot–" But before you could protest, his arms were around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Normally you would've pushed whoever did that to you away.

But the thing is.. you didn't want to. This.. this felt nice.

Too nice.

How's that possible.

A slight frown rested on your forehead as your hand automatically, but slowly came up to the back of Elliot's head, settling in his dyed blonde curls, your other hand resting on his back.

And for the first time, you didn't want to let go.

Instead you brought him closer.

This shouldn't feel so good. This is a drug addict your holding onto.

You could feel him hum against your skin. "You smell good." He acknowledged.

That's when he started walking you towards his bed, never letting go of you as he does.

You felt him lay you down, but you spoke again once your back hit the matress.

"Elliot." "Y/n."

He cuddled into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

The dyed blonde haired boy's eyes closed in satisfiction, relaxing into your touch. You're warm.." He smiled, his breath hot on your skin.

A sigh escaped your lips. "We shouldn't." You tell him. "Why not? It feels nice." The boy pouts. "It's the drugs." You remind him.

"No drugs can make me feel like this."

That was all it took to make you turn around and face him. And this time, for the first time, you cuddled into him.

Cause maybe Elliot was an exception. Maybe when it comes to Elliot, you did like being touched, being affectionate, being cared for, being loved.

All you wanted was for him to become clean so that you knew it was real.

And if it really was, you'd allow yourself to give yourself to him.

give me more Dominic/Elliot requests PLEASE! I'm begging you

[angieslove06]

Hidden Melody

Prompt: A musician mysteriously receives love letters from an unknown admirer within their industry, leading them on a quest to find out who it is.

The faint hum of a melody echoed through the spacious recording studio. (Y/N) sat at the grand piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the ivory keys. The soft light from the desk lamp illuminated the sheet music she had been working on for weeks, a potential chart-topper for her upcoming album. Outside the studio’s soundproof walls, the bustling city thrived, but in here, it was just her and the music.

"Take five, yeah?" her producer called out from the control room, and she nodded, stretching her fingers. (Y/N) stood up, shaking the stiffness out of her arms, and turned to grab her water bottle. That's when she noticed it—a folded piece of paper on the piano bench.

Frowning, she picked it up. No one should have been in here except her and the staff. Curious, she unfolded it. The paper was neatly creased, the handwriting elegant and precise.

Your music is as breathtaking as the stars—raw, unfiltered, and beautiful. I can’t help but admire you from afar. Keep playing, (Y/N). You’re captivating.

Her breath hitched. No signature. Just a mysterious message.

"Did someone leave this?" she called out to her producer. He shook his head from behind the glass, looking just as confused.

A wave of unease washed over her, but it was tinged with curiosity. Who could have written this?

The next few days were uneventful, save for her usual schedule of interviews, rehearsals, and meetings with her label. That is, until the second letter appeared. This time, it was slipped into her bag after an event.

There’s a fire in your music—one that makes me want to burn alongside you. Thank you for being you.

She stared at the words, her heart pounding. Whoever it was, they weren’t just anyone. Their words felt intimate, almost as though they truly knew her.

---

Meanwhile, across the city, Katsuki Bakugou lounged on the couch in his penthouse apartment. His arms were crossed, and he was glaring at the TV playing a rerun of his latest music video. His manager had been nagging him about softening his image lately, and it annoyed him to no end.

"What do they know, huh?" he muttered. "I’m not about to play some lovey-dovey crap just to sell more records."

But even as he grumbled, his mind wandered back to her. The way her music resonated with him was almost infuriating. It stirred something deep inside him, something he couldn’t quite put into words. She was a rising star, and everyone knew it.

Still, Katsuki wasn’t the type to sit back and let feelings get the better of him. He’d never been good at expressing his emotions, but writing those letters had been... oddly freeing.

"Maybe this is stupid," he muttered under his breath, crumpling up yet another draft of a letter. But then he sighed, smoothing out the paper and finishing his latest note.

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Back in her apartment, (Y/N) sat cross-legged on her couch, the latest letter in her hands. The words were more personal this time, almost like a confession.

If only I had the guts to say this to your face. One day, maybe. Until then, let my words reach you like your music reaches me.

Her fingers traced over the inked words. The mystery was eating away at her, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it brought.

Who was this hidden admirer? And why did their words make her heart race?

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The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on her bedside table. Squinting at the screen, she groaned.

Her best friend and fellow artist, Mina Ashido, had sent a barrage of texts.

Mina: "OMG, check the trending page right now!"

Mina: "Your last performance is blowing up!!!"

Mina: "ALSO. Did you see that photo circulating??? 👀"

Confused, (Y/N) quickly opened social media. Sure enough, her name was trending, and so was an image that made her heart skip a beat.

It was a photo of her walking out of her studio last night, holding the latest anonymous letter. The picture wasn’t clear enough to make out the writing, but the caption read:

“Who’s sending love notes to (Y/N)? Secret admirer or industry insider?”

She froze. Her chest tightened as she scrolled through hundreds of comments speculating who the admirer could be. Fans threw out wild guesses, ranging from fellow musicians to actors she’d barely spoken to.

Slamming her phone down, she muttered, "Great. Just what I needed."

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door. Mina’s voice called out, "Open up! I brought coffee and nosy energy!"

(Y/N) swung the door open, glaring at Mina. "This is your fault, you know."

Mina grinned unapologetically, handing over a latte. "Don’t look at me! I didn’t leak the photo. But come on, aren’t you the tiniest bit curious about who’s writing these letters?"

(Y/N) groaned, flopping onto her couch. "Of course I’m curious! But now it’s not just me wondering—half the internet is."

Mina plopped down beside her, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, but think about it. This person knows you. It’s not some random fan. They’ve been where you are—your studio, your events. That narrows it down, right?"

Her words made sense, but the thought only heightened (Y/N)’s frustration. Who could it be?

---

Across the city, Katsuki Bakugou slammed his phone onto the counter. He’d seen the photo, too, and his mood had soured instantly.

"Dammit," he muttered, running a hand through his spiky hair. The whole point of writing those letters was to remain anonymous, to express himself without the pressure of his reputation or the spotlight.

His manager, Kirishima, raised an eyebrow. "You okay, bro? You’ve been pacing like a caged animal for the last hour."

Bakugou scowled. "No, I’m not okay! Some idiot snapped a photo of her with one of the letters."

Kirishima blinked in surprise. "Wait... you’re the one writing those?"

"Shut up," Bakugou growled, his face reddening slightly.

Kirishima smirked, crossing his arms. "Man, you’ve got it bad, huh? Didn’t think you were the romantic type."

"It’s not like that," Bakugou snapped, though his tone lacked conviction. He shoved his hands into his pockets, glaring at the floor. "Her music... it’s different. It gets to me. And I don’t know how to deal with it, okay?"

Kirishima studied him for a moment before clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Well, if you don’t want this blowing up any further, you might need to take a more direct approach. You can’t just keep sending letters now that people are watching."

Bakugou frowned, the thought of confrontation making his stomach twist. He wasn’t one for emotional displays, let alone confessing his feelings to someone like (Y/N)—someone so talented and bright that it made him feel exposed.

"I’ll figure it out," he muttered.

---

Later that evening, (Y/N) arrived at an industry gala, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She hadn’t planned on attending, but her manager insisted it was a good opportunity to keep the public’s focus on her music, not the mystery surrounding her admirer.

The grand ballroom was packed with familiar faces—fellow artists, producers, and media personalities. She made her way to the bar, needing a drink to calm her nerves.

That’s when she spotted him. Katsuki Bakugou.

He was leaning against the far wall, his usual scowl in place as he sipped from a glass of whiskey. His sharp red eyes scanned the room, landing on her for a brief moment before flicking away.

She tried not to overthink it. They’d crossed paths before at events like this but had never spoken beyond polite nods. Still, something about his presence felt... different tonight.

As the night went on, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Not in a creepy way, but with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Unbeknownst to her, Bakugou’s gaze lingered every time she turned away. His hands itched to write another letter, but his gut told him it was time to make a move.

---

The music from the gala orchestra swirled through the air, but (Y/N) found it hard to focus. Her eyes scanned the crowd as if the answers she sought could be found in the sea of familiar faces. Somewhere in this room was her mystery admirer—or at least someone who might know more about them.

She hadn’t forgotten the fleeting moment her gaze locked with Katsuki Bakugou’s earlier. It was rare to see the fiery and notoriously temperamental artist at social events like this. While she didn’t know him personally, his reputation preceded him: explosive, blunt, and fiercely talented.

“Looking for someone?” Mina teased, appearing by her side with a mischievous grin.

(Y/N) huffed. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

Mina raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “Well, you might not have to look far. Guess who’s been stealing glances at you all night?”

(Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”

Mina tilted her head toward the far end of the room, where Bakugou stood in a shadowy corner, arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on her once again.

“He’s not exactly subtle, is he?” Mina whispered conspiratorially. “You think it could be him?”

(Y/N) shook her head quickly, though she couldn’t ignore the way her pulse quickened. “No way. He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Maybe that’s what makes it so intriguing,” Mina said with a wink before disappearing back into the crowd, leaving (Y/N) flustered and alone.

---

Bakugou drained the last of his whiskey, the liquid burning as it went down. His jaw clenched as he watched (Y/N) laugh at something her friend said. She looked radiant tonight—elegant and confident, like she belonged in the spotlight.

“Tch,” he muttered under his breath, frustrated with himself. Why couldn’t he just go over there and talk to her? He was Katsuki Bakugou, for crying out loud. He didn’t get nervous, and he definitely didn’t fumble over his words.

But this was different. She was different.

“Bakugou!”

He turned to see his manager, Kirishima, grinning as he approached.

“What now?” Bakugou asked, already regretting the interaction.

“Quit sulking, man. You’ve been eyeing her all night. Just go talk to her already.”

“Shut up, Eijiro,” Bakugou growled, glaring at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kirishima laughed, clapping him on the back. “Sure, sure. Just saying, she’s probably wondering why the great Katsuki Bakugou is lurking in the shadows like a creep.”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened, but Kirishima’s words lit a fire under him. Before he could second-guess himself, he set down his empty glass and started making his way across the room.

---

(Y/N) turned back to the bar to order another drink, trying to steady her nerves. She wasn’t expecting a deep, gravelly voice to speak from behind her.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”

She turned, startled, to find Bakugou standing there, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored black suit. His crimson eyes were sharp, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made her heart race.

“I could say the same about you,” she replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

He smirked faintly. “Fair point.”

An awkward silence stretched between them before he finally sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look... I’m not great at this whole ‘small talk’ thing, so I’ll just get to the point.”

(Y/N) blinked, her breath catching in anticipation. Was he about to confess something?

“I’ve heard your music,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s good. Real good.”

The compliment caught her off guard. She knew Bakugou wasn’t the type to hand out praise lightly.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He shifted, his expression hard to read. “You don’t let the spotlight change you. That’s rare in this industry.”

(Y/N) tilted her head, studying him. There was a vulnerability in his tone that didn’t match the tough exterior he was known for.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

He hesitated, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. Instead of answering, he gave her a curt nod. “Just wanted you to know.”

Before she could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, more confused than ever.

---

Later that night, (Y/N) returned to her apartment. She was still replaying her conversation with Bakugou in her mind when she noticed something on her coffee table.

Another letter.

This one was different from the others. It was shorter, written in the same elegant handwriting, but the words felt raw, almost urgent.

I saw you tonight. You were stunning, as always. One day, I’ll tell you this in person. For now, let this be enough.

Her heart raced as she read the note. The timing was too perfect. Could it really be him?

---

The letter sat on (Y/N)’s coffee table, its words burning into her mind. "I saw you tonight." The timing was too coincidental. She couldn’t ignore the possibility that Katsuki Bakugou might be her mystery admirer.

Still, doubt lingered. Could the man known for his explosive temper and gruff demeanor really write something so vulnerable and heartfelt?

The next morning, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the thought of him. She decided to take Mina’s advice and look into her potential admirer. She flipped open her laptop, pulling up past interviews, performances, and anything she could find about Bakugou.

Despite his fiery personality on stage, she noticed glimpses of something else in his quieter moments—subtle but telling. The way his fingers lingered on his guitar strings during an acoustic performance, the way he spoke about music like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Could there be more to him than met the eye?

---

Across the city, Bakugou was struggling with his own dilemma.

"Why’d you chicken out?" Kirishima asked, leaning against the counter of Bakugou’s kitchen.

"I didn’t chicken out," Bakugou snapped, glaring at his friend. "I just... didn’t think it was the right time."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow. "You literally had the perfect chance to tell her last night. Now she’s probably more confused than ever."

Bakugou growled, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not that simple, alright? What if she thinks it’s weird? Or worse, what if she doesn’t care?"

Kirishima smirked. "Oh, she cares. Trust me. The way she was looking at you last night? She’s curious. You’ve already got her attention. Now it’s up to you not to screw it up."

Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll figure it out."

---

Later that day, (Y/N) found herself back at the studio, trying to focus on recording. But her mind kept wandering, replaying her interactions with Bakugou and the letters.

"Earth to (Y/N)!" her producer called, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry," she muttered, adjusting her headphones. "Let’s try that again."

As the track played, she poured her emotions into the lyrics, her voice carrying a rawness that hadn’t been there before. By the time they wrapped up the session, her producer was beaming.

"That was incredible," he said. "You’re really feeling this one, huh?"

(Y/N) nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. Music had always been her outlet, but this song felt different—like she was channeling all the confusion, excitement, and vulnerability she’d been holding inside.

---

That evening, she received an unexpected message from Mina.

Mina: "Guess who’s performing at that charity concert tomorrow? 😉"

(Y/N) blinked at her screen, her stomach flipping as she read the attached flyer. Sure enough, Katsuki Bakugou’s name was listed among the performers.

Her fingers hovered over her keyboard.

(Y/N): "You think I should go?"

Mina: "Are you kidding? Of course! You need to figure this out, and what better way than to see him in his element?"

(Y/N) hesitated, but Mina was right. If she wanted answers, she couldn’t just sit back and wait.

---

The next night, (Y/N) arrived at the concert venue, her heart pounding as she took her seat near the front. The atmosphere was electric, with fans cheering and the buzz of anticipation filling the air.

When it was finally Bakugou’s turn to perform, the crowd erupted into screams and applause. He walked onto the stage with his signature confidence, gripping the microphone as his band prepared to play.

But then something unexpected happened.

Instead of launching into one of his usual high-energy songs, Bakugou gestured for the band to hold back. The stage lights dimmed, leaving him in a spotlight as he picked up an acoustic guitar.

"This one’s... different," he said, his voice gruff but steady. "I wrote it for someone who probably doesn’t even realize how much they mean to me."

(Y/N)’s breath caught as the first chords filled the air. His voice, raw and unfiltered, carried the emotion of every word as he sang about longing, admiration, and fear of rejection.

It was beautiful—and unmistakably personal.

As the final note lingered in the air, Bakugou looked out at the audience, his crimson eyes scanning the crowd. For a fleeting moment, his gaze landed on her, and she felt the intensity of his stare like a jolt to her chest.

Could this be his way of confessing?

---

The applause roared through the venue as Katsuki Bakugou stood on stage, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His song, stripped bare of his usual fiery bravado, left the audience spellbound. But for (Y/N), it was so much more—it felt like a window into his soul.

As the crowd cheered, his crimson eyes scanned the faces again, lingering on her for a beat too long. Her heart raced, and for the first time, she wasn’t sure if it was from the music or the possibility that he’d just revealed himself as her mysterious admirer.

When the show ended, (Y/N) couldn’t sit still. She needed answers, and for once, she wasn’t going to overthink it. She made her way backstage, her palms clammy and her mind spinning with every scenario imaginable.

The security guard stopped her briefly, but she showed him her industry pass, and after a moment, he nodded her through.

The backstage area was buzzing with activity—crew members packing up equipment and performers chatting in clusters. She spotted him leaning against the wall near the dressing rooms, his usual scowl firmly in place as his bandmates spoke animatedly beside him.

Summoning all her courage, she approached.

“Bakugou.”

He looked up sharply, his red eyes widening slightly before narrowing again. “(Y/N)? What’re you doing back here?”

Her voice wavered for a moment, but she steadied herself. “I needed to talk to you.”

His bandmates exchanged knowing smirks before making themselves scarce, leaving the two of them alone.

“What’s up?” he asked, crossing his arms. His tone was casual, but there was a tension in his posture that told her he wasn’t as indifferent as he wanted to appear.

She took a deep breath. “That song you played tonight. Was it... about me?”

The question hung in the air like a challenge. Bakugou’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, she thought he might deflect or deny it. But then he sighed, running a hand through his messy blond hair.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low. “It was.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “So you’re the one who’s been sending me the letters?”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Look, I know it’s weird. I just... I didn’t know how else to say it. You’re not like anyone else in this industry. Your music—it’s real. And you... you’re real.”

His words were raw, unpolished, and utterly genuine.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” she asked softly.

He shrugged, his lips curving into a wry smirk. “Because I’m not exactly the romantic type. Thought you’d laugh in my face or something.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile at that. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. Those letters were beautiful, Katsuki.”

His eyes snapped up to hers, surprise flashing across his face. “You mean that?”

“I do.”

They stood there for a moment, the noise of the bustling backstage fading into the background. Finally, (Y/N) reached into her bag and pulled out the most recent letter—the one she’d found on her coffee table.

“When I read this, I didn’t know who it could be. But now...” She stepped closer, holding the note between them. “Now it all makes sense.”

Bakugou swallowed hard, his usual confidence faltering under her gaze. “So... what now?”

A small smile tugged at her lips. “How about we start with coffee?”

His eyes widened slightly before softening. He let out a short laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good place to start.”

As they left the venue together, the world outside felt a little brighter, the music in their hearts no longer hidden but shared.

---

The End.

[floppydiskettess]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the valorant agents: Gekko, Neon, Yoru, Phoenix with sova and chamber or whoever you feel with an s/o that when they’re in danger is able to kill whatever or whoever’s endangering them wether it’s like 15+ people or so (like Millie with moxie from helluva boss)

hi anon! tysm for the request!!!! this was a blast to write ahhh!!! :D (also i love helluva boss omg)

but i hope i wrote this right!!!

Gekko

the two of you were on a mission at bind, it was simple. you go difuse the spike while he was assigned to watch your back.

he had to walk a few feet away to pick up wingman for five minutes, you would be fine right?

once he picked up wingman, he heard a loud bang behind him and a loud celebratory woop

"oh fuck."

he turned around and saw the familar wild colours from raze's showstopper.

"no no no! shit you good?" he called through the smoke

he hated the silence he recieved back. as the smoke cleared he saw your paint covered and burnt body.

"...cariño?...shit, wingman, go get the others. i got these guys."

he pulled out his customized spectre as he prepared to fight. he detained as many as he could before swiftly wiping them out one by one.

when the team arrived with wingman, sage quickly rushed to your side to aid you.

once he finished taking care of the enemies, he ran to your side

"i am so sorry...i thought i could go grab wingman but you got hurt...i am really sorry.."

Neon

a/n: this is small bc i wrote a whole ass essay for neon and it deleted....im so mad...im just trying to summarize it

"HOY! IM PISSED."

that was the last thing before you felt a sharp pain in your stomach as your vision went black.

you don't know what happened, but somehow yoru had gotten behind you. it was supposed to be a quick and simple mission. neon took A-site and you took B-site. unfortunately, right when neon approached B-site to check on you. she saw it.

red. the snow was covered in a beautiful shade of red. and it wasn't from your attacked. neon could feel electricity enter her fingertips as she lost control of her abilities.

you felt neon carrying you before falling uncomcious.

neon carried you to the jet and brought you to sage.

"im sorry...when i saw them like that i just...lost control of my abilities.."

"its ok, you did it to protect them. you saved them."

Phoenix

he was just returning from his "run it back" when he opened his eyes to see the enemy phoenix staring back at him, aiming his ghost at his own forehead.

he went to grab for his ghost but he found an empty holster.

"ah shit."

"you really thought i wouldn't just take your weapon? i'm not as foolish as you are."

phoenix braced for impact as he heard the gun fire, but the shot never came. he nervously opened his eyes to see you standing infront of him, a gunshot hole through your shoulder as you pushed the enemy phoenix away.

"dear?! what the-"

he watched as your limp body falls to the ground, feeling worry and rage overtake him.

"oh fam...your gonna regret that." he says to the opposite phoenix as the rest of his team approaches for backup.

when skye arrived at the site to treat you, she did not expect to see 5 charred bodies sprawled across the ground.

"mate...what happened?!"

"they ambushed us. (name) saved me cause i made a dumb mistake. go heal them, i am fine." he said with a dark tone to his voice

when skye healed you and you awoke, you were immediately greeted to the smell of burning. you turned your head towards phoenix as you saw him crouch beside you.

"thank god...why would you do that?! i'm sorry if i had checked my surroundings better you would have-" he rambles

you cut him off with a kiss as you feel his tired body begin to relax.

"no. i should have thought of a better plan. i am sorry i worried you."

for the next few days of your recovery, he will be by your side assisting you with anything you need. both of you content to try and ignore what happened that day.

Yoru

prior to meeting you, he was an extremely anger filled person. he still gets angry easy, but not as badly as before. you taught him how to control his emotions

but if he were to see you ganged up on in a mission, he would just lose control.

he was over at A-site at haven preparing to extract the radianite, before hearing your frantic voice shout through the comms for backup.

his heart dropped, he realized why his site was so empty along with the others. they had five-stacked onto one site. you had gone to C-site all alone. shit.

he immediately threw the spike towards Astra who had accompanied him to the A.

"stay here. i will go provide backup."

"alone? alright...stay safe."

he quickly teleported to your C-site to be met with a shocking sight. your battered and blood covered body lying down on the rough ground. burns and scratches littered your arms and legs. phoenix..

he looked up from your body to see the enemy phoenix, jett, chamber, astra, and skye staring at him with bloodthirsty gazes. they had teamed up on you because you were alone... how fucking sick could they be to attack a helpless sentienel.

he felt himself snap as he caught the enemy phoenix's cocky smirk. the cunt was proud of what he did.

when you regain conciousness, you are lying on the ground surrounded by the shredded corpses of the omega agents, a stained red yoru standing above them with his famous butterfly comb stained.

"...ryo?"

he turns around and immediately runs to your side.

"shit...thank god you are awake. don't move. help is coming ok?" he softly whispers while carressing your blood matted hair.

"are they...?"

"don't worry about them, you are safe now darling..."

when you make it back to base, you find out he took them all down on his own. when astra arrived at the site she had to practically tear yoru off of where he was mauling the corpses of the omega agents bodies.

he was ordered to talk to sage about his anger, but he never regretted what he did. he did it to save you and all that mattered was he had you back with him.

Cypher

he is used to killing to protect those he loves, this is nothing new to him.

he might be a cold killer, but you always knew he would never hurt you.

if someone was threatening you, he would keep them away using blackmail, but if it was more serious, he was prepared.

he sat waiting at the doors for the agents who had gone on your mission to come back. he was ready to greet you but he never thought he would have seen KA/YO holding you slung over his shoulder covered in blood.

he immediately freezes as he watches KA/YO rush to Sage's office. but he quickly recovers and follows quickly behind silently.

when sage caught sight of your body, she grimaced knowing it was bad. she ordered everyone out and allowed her space to work.

cypher was left with no answers as to what happened, as he sat anxiously outside Sage's office he hears KA/YO's robotic voice informing Viper of what happened.

"they went to go flank A alone, but their cypher must have seen her coming. when we arrived at A-site they were gone with the spike, they must have ambushed y/n and left her there for us to find...it was..bad. skye was able to help a little bit but...when we got there, they were missing their hand. im pretty sure they were awake when they did it."

"bastards..."

cypher could feel his blood BOILING. it was one thing to knock someone out, it was another to mutilate someone while they were awake. that wasn't fighting, that was mere torture.

he knew in this job people would get hurt. but he never thought they would ever go this far.

he was greatful you had lived, but he felt a burning feeling in his body.

as viper walked by, she stoped and turned to simply say.

"i know she was special to you Cypher, but don't do anything stupid. we don't need two people to revive."

he stood in place before walking to his room, he would make sure they couldn't hurt you. EVER again.

at the peak of night, he slipped out of his room and headed towards the armoury. he grabbed a ghost and a phantom before quietly walking towards the loading dock. he would make them regret ever hurting you.

.......

in the morning, you were awoken to a tired looking sage.

"welcome back my child. you sure gave us a scare there. how do you feel?" she smiled wistfully

as she filled you in, you couldn't help but wonder where your partner was. typically he was by your bedside until you woke up.

"Ling...where is Cy?" you softly asked

she grinned at the nickname "don't worry, he is in brimstones office. your little boyfriend pulled a stunt to avenge you."

"oh god, is he ok? what did he do?" you sigh

"oh don't worry, he is fine! the agents who ambushed you on the other hand.."

you and sage converse for a while, before you see cypher nervously walk into the room

"my darling! how are you feeling? do you need anything?" he asks worriedly

"i feel good amir. don't worry. sage is taking good care of me!" you chuckle

he sighs in relief, he may have gotten a lecture (and maybe some cleaning duty...) but it was all worth it to see your face again.

☤ Sage ☤

full battle sage mode

she would grab an odin off her copies body and just start spraying.

"you will not kill my allies!"

the second the enemies were down, she rushes to your side to heal you.

she will work all night if she has to, as long as it brings you back to her

"please wake up dearest...i can't live without you."

sorry idk what to write for sage HELP

a/n: aaa tysm for the support on my last posts!! im so glad that people are enjoying these! :) im currently working on some other requests so stay tuned ^^!!

also i apologize for the delay!! i have kinda had a lack of motivation lately so i struggled to finish it...

[luvfy0dor]

I think you knew this was coming

I hope you don’t mind

And you can take as long as you want

But it me

The dad Fyodor anon

Dropping back in

For more parenting requests

Why? Because that’s what I do

And I just had an idea y’know. True to my name I have a dad Fyodor thought in my brain but I think I’ll save that for another day

Honestly your post about dad Dazai (that I did request ik) got me thinking

And now I want a lil mini story of Dazai trying to bond with his newborn child and adapt to being a father. Cuz as you covered in the headcanons, he’d be struggling with a lot in the beginning most likely. And I really desperately want to expand on that

The reader’s gender is your choice. You can make it another part of the accidental pregnancy ask, or a stand alone, or not mention a reader at all and just focus on Dazai and his child

But you brought up some interesting thoughts there and if you’re comfortable playing with some a little more you know I would SNORT that up like a BEE

I’m not entirely sure why I wrote that last part. But I was just thinking of bees so, I’m saying bee. We made this choice

As always, the one and only, Dad Fyodor anon

P.S. If you ever want me to request other characters and expand more on these topics, please say so I will like do it in a heartbeat

“Oh, baby !!” - Dad!Dazai Bonding W/ His Child ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; erm I did some research for this but I'm not completely sure that I didn't just run my mouth at some points tbh, reader is only mentioned like once

Description; Dazai bonding with his infant child

A/N; dawg I actually start convulsing every single time I get a request from you like foaming at the mouth I get so excited omg istg I snort your asks like a bee too so I feel that, but dwdw! Your asks are always perfectly fine! And request whoever you wanna read for, it's my job to supply things that y'all like. But now that you've mentioned that new dad Fyodor thought.........................hmu about that 🤭🫡

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ I think Dazai would be confused on how to go about bonding with a child, because what do infants do? Sleep? Eat? So he takes every chance he gets to feed and rock the baby in his arms.

★ He plays peekaboo with the child, too. He also makes as much eye contact as possible because he read somewhere that it's a good way to communicate non verbally with a small baby.

★ When it reaches about 4 months old, as long as your child is laughing, that means he's doing something right. Until your child is bigger and is able to express their deeper emotions and feelings, he will settle for the amused squeals and laughs.

★ He also reads to the kid, turning the book around to show them them the pages while they sit in their tiny little baby swing. When he reads picture books, he goes all out, voice impressions and everything.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Dazai sat on the floor, staring at the newborn baby in her little swing. His legs were criss crossed as he observed her, watching every small movement she made in her little swaddle. He watches with adoration, still so amazed that he could create such a beautiful thing; such a miracle. He had never previously imagined himself having a family, especially not so soon, but he couldn't be more thankful now that he did.

He's torn from his thoughts when he hears the soft cries of his daughter, her face contorted from her recently peaceful one to one of sadness, and so did his. "Aw, what's wrong, honey?" He says, gently picking her up. He hushes her softly while rocking her back and forth in his arms, to no avail. Her cries become a little louder and he starts to internally panic a bit. "Hey, hey, you're alright, I promise!" He murmurs to her. "Are you hungry? Is that what it is?" He says, setting her back down in her baby swing for a moment and dashing off to the kitchen.

He makes her a bottle, shaking the formula and mixing it up while simultaneously speed walking back to his daughter. He sets down the bottle and scooches closer to her swing, taking her back into his arms and holding the bottle up to her mouth. She starts to suck on the top piece, slowly but surely draining the bottle. He smiles while watching her, removing the bottle from her mouth after a bit. He gently wipes her any excess formula from her mouth, giving her a bit of a break.

Dazai readjusts her posture in his arms, supporting her head as her small little eyes open and stare at him. He stares back, almost as if he were intimidated by the young baby. He felt silly about it, but at the same time he couldn't really help it. "Don't worry, I passed my good genes on to you." He says playfully to her. Her face makes a small grimaces again, and he knows it's probably because she wants the rest of her bottle, but he can't help but feel a little offended.

"Hey...you're not a very nice baby, are you? You probably got that from me, too." He murmurs, an eyebrow raised as he feeds her the bottle again. She seems content, which makes him smile. He feels her squirm a little bit and he quickly removes the bottle from her mouth, a bit of liquid remaining. He again wipes any remaining formula off her face before holding her to his chest. He sits down on the couch and carefully lays down, his head leaned against the armrest of the sofa.

He resumes his activity of just staring at her, so bewildered and actually astonished over what his life has come to. Positively, ofcourse. His fingers lightly caressed her head that was littered with teeny tiny baby hairs already. He can't keep himself from grinning, so proud of himself for not running away from a situation for once. Sure it has been difficult and he had his insecurities along the way, but he had a lovely partner to help him out of those holes he unintentionally mentally dug himself.

That support from you helped Dazai a great deal, as did holding his daughter for the first time. He actually cried when he did. He felt as though she was the most fragile thing in the entire world; a fragile thing that could be tainted solely by the blood on her fathers hands, the sins he has committed, yet every day she proves to be the most heaven-sent thing he has and ever will come across.

While he's sucked into his own thoughts, he can't help but smile subconsciously at the life has made for himself and refusing to let his past hold him back. He couldn't be happier, and he truly believed nothing would ever make him more ecstatic than his unforeseen family.

[stttarkeys]

𝐨𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: spencer reid x amelia schuyler-jones prt 1

context: amelia schuyler gets kidnapped by her fathers killer, the bau race to find where she is. characters: amelia schuyler-jones, tyler schuyler-jones, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, & the rest of the BAU word count: book: Lucky (wattpad published) note; this is from a unpublished chapter of my book, so please do not steal :) gif below is mine :)

It was meant to be the happiest day of her life, of hers and Spencer's life. After their wedding being pushed back so much due to their job it sometimes felt like it would have just been better to just go down to the courthouse and get married there, but Spencer was not going to let Amelia's dreams die of a traditional wedding go because of their job. Being apart of the Bureau had its perks and cons, but they would not change it for the world. They were meant to be married about eight months ago but three days before their special day they were called to her home town of New York for a case. - Amelia had been sitting at her vanity for what felt like hours by now, of course she wanted to marry Spencer, he is the best thing that has ever happened to her, and vice versa for Spencer. They were like two Lego pieces that did not fit with anyone but each other. Twin flame as David Rossi would put it. There was a light knock on the door that pulled Amelia from her dazed state. "Come in." Amelia called out to whoever the person was knocking on her door. Penelope and Derek made their way through the doorway, Pen already had tears in her eyes from one glance at Amelia. "Omg, omg, omg! You look like a Disney princess!" Penelope exclaimed to Amelia, this made the blonde haired girl smile. "Thank you Pen." There was a shy smile on her face, which was not normal. But due to the fact that all of the attention was on her and Spencer it made it all feel more real that they were getting married. "I think this is the first time that I have ever seen Agent Derek Morgan speechless. What about you Pen?" Amelia chuckled lightly as she looked at Derek, he was in his own emerald green suit (that both Spencer and herself had chosen). Derek looked at Amelia like she was an angel, of course Amelia was beautiful there was no doubt about it, but damn. Derek was speechless.

"Amelia Love Schuyler-Jones you are the worlds most beautiful bride." He reached his hand out for Amelia to take, which she did. "Give us a twirl then!" Derek says with excitement in his voice. Amelia did what he asked and gave a small twirl, giggling slightly as she did so. "We just came here to say there everyone is here, and David is read when you are." Derek states. Amelia sucked some air in between her lips, both Penelope and Derek can sense that she was nervous. They both moved in closer and hugged the girl. "I am okay. I am just upset that neither my dad or Tyler is here with us today. I know Dessa is and their kids are but I wanted Tyler and dad to walk me down the aisle, not to have them watch from the sky." Amelia said as she moved away from the hug that Pen and Derek offered. "We know." Derek starts. "But like you just said, they are both watching over you and they are so proud of you." Derek kisses her forehead lightly and then leaves the room with Pen following behind him.

She clenched her hand around the small cross that was around her neck, her faith and belief was going to be one of the only things that was going to help her keep it together whenever her family was mentioned to her. Another knock on her door brought her back to reality. What could Penelope and Derek forgotten? They were just in here for less than five minutes. Before she even reached the door handle, there was a loud bang outside of the room she was in, this made her raced back to the vanity reach into her hand bag and place her hand onto the glock that she had in it. It was known to her yet but the body of one Detective James McCrae was watching into the room that Amelia was in, this was his chance to reach in and steal the FBI agent from the happiest day of her life, he did not care about her whatsoever he just wanted to punish the agent for putting his own daughter in prison.

With Amelia's eyes trained on the front door of the room James was able to get through the window without her detection. With the crowbar in his right hand ready to swing he stepped closer, and closer to her body. Whack! James hit Amelia's body, making her fire off a round of ammunition into her purse (knowing that someone would be bound to hear it) Amelia fell to the ground beneath her, face first her hands breaking the fall that would have broken her nose. Quickly she turned onto her back looking at her assailant but to her dismay he was wearing a ski mask that was covering his face, but his body figure looked familiar to her some how.

"Derek! Penelope!" Amelia called out to the two agents that left not too long ago, hoping that at least one of them would hear her cry out for help. "Derek!" She cries out again. "Oh my dear." There it was, that thick Scottish accent spoke to her. "No one is coming for you, no one will ever be coming for you, ever again." James McCrae looked over Amelia's body as he stood all over her, he knew that no one would hear her cries out for help. They were too far away from her room to do anything about it now.

"Spencer!" Amelia calls out one last time before her assailant knocked her out cold, redness and blood immediately started to pool out of her nose and her ear, which was from the contact from the baseball bat that he had in his hand.

James was somehow able to get Amelia into the trunk of his car without gaining the attention of the emerging guests that were arriving at the church in Vegas. It would be less than hour before David Rossi made his way to the room where Amelia had been all morning to find her not there.. with only a note that the kidnapper had left for Spencer Reid.

[littledollll]

Omg I need something

Lucifer x human! reader

Lucifer is in desguise in a city and meet R who tell them the pick up line "are you an angel? Because you look like you fell from Heaven"

What happens next is up to you.

Doesn't have to be long, I just think it's fun.

-🦡anon

Someone new

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: big thanks to my bae @pebbleswritessometimes for giving me this idea, we were freaking out about it at 3am (April 1) it was amazing.

I just decided it would be fun to indulge you my dear anon and add it to this already started fic! Thanks for your request. (April 26)

Warnings: none

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

A stranger, a stranger you wished so badly to have in your life for the rest of your life. Lately you meet a lot of them. Charming and kind, confident and thoughtful, sweet and calm. There was something so familiar about each one, something you couldn’t quite place yet inviting and so lovely.

Someone new every day. You’d fall for them every time, their character, how they projected themselves, their voice. Everything about each was drawing you in, you couldn’t understand it but it sure as hell was entertaining, it was lively and heartwarming.

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This started as a game to Lucifer, a little something to keep them entertained just because they could. Looking back on it now they were glad they decided to toy with you out of all people they could’ve possibly chosen.

They found you very entertaining but also generally so kind.. so sweet. The game was never intended to go on for so long really, but how could they ever bring themselves to stop from meeting you?

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You’d wish they’d stay a little longer but never dread. You knew another one would show at some time the next day, at this point it was expected. You waited each time with anticipation running through your veins to see just who you’d run into today, that would be the light of your day.

It came to you. That was it, each and everyone one brought light, there was the familiarity. Powerful yet subtle, bright but not blinding, enough to keep you warm but not burning.

You wished to know each one more, and in a weird way it felt like you did, like one after the other they completed eachother, like they were the very same but in different parts.

Such a weird phenomenon but one you wouldn’t dare complain about. You didn’t want it to ever stop, each charming word and sticky sweet smile was engraved to your brain. You felt like you could tell this stranger anything, and you felt as if you knew everything about them. You were learning, all of you? Both of you.

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Each time you were beyond excited to meet them, and each time you seemed more curious, more confused which then turned into more aware.

That was also entertaining to watch. You coming to the realization that these could all be the very same, but also the worry of sounding insane and being completely wrong. Lucifer could see the cogs turning in your head every time you spoke, how you didn’t really seem opposed to the idea, just afraid of being wrong.

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"You knew who I was every step that I ran into you” there it was. That soothing voice again, that same voice in a different body.

“Who are you?” Your tone was curious, fond. Not mean or upset, but filled with genuine wonder. “Someone new.. maybe not so new.” Your beloved stranger(s?) replied. And you smiled.

It was weird to think about how normal this felt for you, you didn’t feel insane, you didn’t feel tricked. It was more of a fun phenomenon, like whoever this truly was, they were just playing a game.

“Aha! So I am right!” You practically jumped at their confirmation as you walked together. “Have you been speculating for a long time?” As always, their tone was fond, amused. And their smile soft and kind.

“A while honestly, maybe more on the third or fourth person, you’re always the same you know? I don’t know how to explain it.. I find it quite lovely though! A little confusing since I now kinda question every stranger I met..” you could ramble on forever and they’d so gladly let you, but you stopped yourself and your walk as you turned to address them.

“Is this some kind of social experiment?” You asked enthusiastically. Your stranger chuckled, shaking their head, “yes, and also no.” They were away one to give such vague answers.

“Will I ever meet the real you?” That made them pause. “The real me?” Their tone a little more serious now. Yet you nodded and explained further. “Don’t get me wrong it’s a very fun.. game? But I’d like to know my favorite strangers true face and name..”

“The ‘real’ me isn’t my name or face darling.. is it truly that important to you? I’ll let you in on a little secret.. the very first time we met, you saw my real face.”

You vaguely remember that. A beautiful, tall- simply ethereal person walking past and making friendly conversation. And you threw the cheesiest pick up line on earth possibly- “are you an angel? Because you look like you fell from heaven.” Which was met with an amused smile and tilted head..

“Now, why would you wear any other face when you have such a pretty one! Will you tell me your name?” Lucifer chuckled and shook their head. “Because it’s not about my pretty looks, darling.. Maybe, some other day..”

“Hopefully soon, then.” Oddly enough, though the curiosity was killing you, their name wasn’t really all that important. Hopefully some day, and hopefully soon, your stranger would tell you their name. You just can’t wait for that day.

[floof-ghostie]

casually leans on wall and hands you a microphone. how was the spiderverse experience i want all the deets (ive already watched it dw about spoilers👍🏾)

Ohhhh Strap in we're gonna be here for a while (Imma do this in point form for this, because so many thoughts, no energy for real paragraphs

Okay the animation. THE ANIMATION MEDIUMS. So many cool methods. I loved the colour changes in Gwen's universe. HOBIE'S ENTIRE THING, THE WAY HE'S ANIMATED OMG

Mumbattan is such a cool city, I love mashing irl cities to make one cool megacity so much it's such a lil fave worldbuilding thing of mine

Pavitr is so great, I love him, idek how to talk about him I just like him a lot. Him and his gf make such a cute pair too!

Also him saying "I don't use product, just coconut oil, prayer, and good genetics". I love him

The chai tea scene. God he's so great

THe character design is amazing and sososososo cool!! I love that we see the characters change (Gwen's hair growing longer and pinker, Miles' growth spurt, Peter B.'s bathrobe, MAYDAY's LIL SPIDER HAT THAT MJ PROLLY MADE FOR HER).

I love Pravitr's costume glowup. Thank you to whoever arranged for that.

Also, Hobie??? His lace coded boots?? His locs??? HIS FUCKING PIERCINGSSS??? HOW HE COMPARED A FUCKING VOID TO CAPITALISM??? Him taking a liking to Mayday, and straight up SHOWING MILES HOW TO GET OUT OF THE FORCE FIELD WITH A LIL SMIRK?!!! I need him. Need his gender. I love his anarchist ass.

His design really calls back to the punk scene in England, and I love the way he reminds me of old newspapers

Speaking of Hobie, holy shit that guy was flirting with Miles. I know what you are (pls Hobie do u like enbies?)

"I hate the AM, I hate the PM (prime minister probably, idk for sure) AND I HATE LABELS" I love you

Daniel Kaluuya, thank you for your service.

Also Hobie and Gwen make such a funny friendship. But I don't ship them.

The themes of growing up, and Miles' parents being worried about Miles and the people he's with...I nearly cried in the theatre, and I don't normally cry during stuff.

You can just tell that black people were making the big decisions for this movie. Aaron and Rio asking Miles why he took the braids out. Jeff and Rio being like "On time means 5 minutes early", I felt so at home watching this movie. I'm not even from Brooklyn but I just felt so at home at all the interactions Miles had with his neighbors. Even the random storeowner.

Like ppl were speaking aave, using patois, Hobie's accent. And none of that was played for laughs (except for Hobie's lingo but that's a little different bc he's British)

I love how Miles' Ganke is so different from Peter Parker's Ganke. It's such a fun detail how Miles' Ganke was like "I'm not gonna be your guy in the chair".

I love that despite the general "Canon" for Spider Man, there are some differences! I love those intricate details!

And the way the lady in the office was so hasty to force the narrative of them "struggling" when that really wasn't the case? Hit real close to home. I just love the Davis-Morales family

I love the way that the Spot isn't like a general "mildly bad" villain like I originally assumed. I really thought he'd be kind of a "setup" villain, or something that they'd have to clean up and THEN Miles would take care of Miguel and them.

I especially love the way that The Spot is someone from the first movie, who we don't even know until his backstory is brought up.

His voice is also perfect too. He sounds like a complete loser.

Miguel O'Hara. Meet me outside, I just wanna talk

No For real though, he talks a lot of shit about Miles being "The Original anomaly" when his ass needs to inject himself with some kinda spider-fluid to maintain his powers??? Mind you, he tried to force himself into a reality that wasn't his.

This guy is just an A-class hater. What do you have against Miles, honestly???

On the subject of the Spider Verse I think it's so cool how there were so many callbacks to the original canon of Spiderman! I loved seeing the og live action Spider Men in the film too!

And the easter eggs! I couldn't keep up with them all!

Also, wtf was Childish Gambino there. I mean I'm not mad, I actually found Miles' staring at him really funny

I love Issa Rae's voice! But Jessica, queen, please don't fight, you is PREGNANT

Also idk why but for some reason I thought Jessica and Miguel were married in the beginning. Not completely sure.

Gwen being like "Can you adopt me?" when first meeting Jessica...She's so real

Also Gwen is so sososososo so so trans. It's so great

THE ENDING FUCKING DESTROYED ME ARE YOU KIDDING???? 42-Miles being the Prowler?? I'M NOT OKAY BUT I'M SO EXCITED to see what happens!!

But in all seriousness, all the feelings in the movie talked about and the the things left unresolved for the next movie is just. You can tell this was such a labour of love and all the animators were so happy and excited to work on it. I cannot wait for Beyond the Spider Verse!! I'm still buzzing!!

[hyunip]

Model!Todo x Secret admirer!Photographer!Black!Plus size!Reader?!?

UGH

You weren't a stalker whatsoever. Yet when it came to him, you felt like you knew everything about him. His shoe size, his height, his workout schedule —you felt like you knew it all. All down to his favorite flowers and what he was allergic to. But tonight, he finally noticed your small efforts to make his entire day with something as small as a flower bouquet with a few heart along with a fruit bouquet.

You were on his live, listening to how he went on about how his day was in enough detail for the imagination. Until he got down to talking about how he got the things his secret admirer sent to him while he was on the runway. "Oh yeah, I got this nice bouquet of white roses and a fruit bouquet with it." He stated with a but smile on his face, showing off his charming pearly whites to the viewers present on his live. That smile warmed your heart, seeing it was genuine. You watched silently, with your heart fluttering, as the comments rolled in and the section was being spammed with questions.

Who sent those?!

Omg, who you get those from?

Aoi got a secret admirer!

It made you giggle. You watched as Todo squinted his eyes and brought the phone closer to his face to read the small words on his screen before sucking his bottom lip between his two rows of pearly whites, pulling the phone back from his face and propping it up on whatever it was in his kitchen before replying to all of the questions filling his comments "Ion know who I got these from, but I thank that person" he said happily, grabbing the white roses and putting them in the frame "these my favorite." He mumbled, twisting the bouquet around, looking for a tag or a card, even being gentle as he dug his hand into the bouquet to search for it.

You were happy the flowers and fruit bouquet made his day. You watched as he pulled the matching white rose card from between the flowers and opened it up to read the inside.

'I hope you like your gifts, Aoi <3'

Is what it read.

When you had someone place it in his dressing room, your stomach bubbled with a nervous feeling while you fiddled with your strawberry blonde locs to calm yourself. It wasn't like you were going to meet him or anything, so why were you so nervous?

You watched as a smile slowly pulled at the corners of his plump lips and the sexiest deep chuckle escaped his lips, his head hanging low as he hid his face behind his arms. He lifted his head again and his glossy eyes met the camera "I hope whoever sent me these is on here, because I do like my gifts" he chuckled, admiring the flowers and fruit bouquet beside him, out of the frame.

Your heart did flips, happy he liked them, and proud to say you were the one that gave them to him.

[lucithornz]

Ooohh, Love the titles they all sound so fun💖💖

There are three intrigue me the most, and sorry if this is a little long.

Firstly, 1.) Ill Gotten, I am interested in it no matter what (tbh im interested in everything you write) but for whatever reason the title makes me think it's the sequel to Under a Bad Sign, and I have been eagerly anticipating that sequel since I read UBS

The second one that stoon out to me was 5.) No Reason To Put Up a Fight, the title just sounds so 😳

and then 6.) Someone Else's Price!!!!!!! I was certain I read an unfinished maxcar fic with the same title, but i cant find it on your Ao3 so i guess I just dreamed that, but the instinctual joy I felt reading that title has made me very excited for what you want to write for this one

Ik i brought up three titles but if you only want to yap about one id still love to hear it (or if you want to talk about the others id love that too) 💖🥰💖🥰

—🕊️

ps i hope your get better, but you have now made me very excited about your dark fic!!

Omg you are absolutely correct. Ill Gotten is the UABS sequel! I guess this means I got the title right XD (after like a week of work shopping that)

So yes it's the sequel and we start off with a little bit of Oscar's POV, before getting back to Max a few months after the events of part 1.

and here's a snippet from near the beginning (unedited so make of that what you will)

“You’re Oscar, right?” Max asked. The alpha actually smiled at Oscar. Really smiled, not one of those fake ones he always half assed for the media. “Yeah, excited to, uh,  get out there.” Oscar had to be imagining the look Max gave him. Deep and wandering. Oscar was just seeing what he wanted to believe. It was just a glance.   “I followed your last season,” Max said, his voice gaining an edge. Something darker, more intense. Oscar had seen that look before, usually right after Max removed his helmet. “You’re pretty quick out there.” Oscar stumbled over his words trying to remember what you were supposed to say when a world champion compliments your driving. He ended up laughing, leaning in a little close to Max as he did.

You've done it, you've found the other sequel I have been working on in secret. No Reason To Put Up a Fight is the sequel to Mine For The Taking, and it's about Oscar's first win in Hungary, because of course I had to go there. Title is of course from another BOC song

little snippet <3

“I need you to fill these out,” Andrea said, holding out several sheets of freshly printed paper to Oscar. “First time, you can make things right.” Oscar stared at the pages. The winner’s room forms.  Oscar had won. He’d completely forgotten about this part.  “Make things right.” So Andrea thought he could just make Oscar pick Lando if he guilted him enough. The team was so concerned with them getting along, but only for Lando’s sake. What about Oscar? Did he ever get to feel good on his own? Or did that always have to be tied to Lando too? “I’ll leave you alone,” Andrea slid a pen into Oscar’s hand.

Ah you actually did catch me. I was super unsure if I was gonna include that on the list. Yes Someone Else's Price is a Maxcar fic I published the first chapter of anonymously(bc I wanted to for fun, I will reveal officially when it's finished)

But yes omfg. Shhhh this is just between you me and whoever scrolls down this post enough.

So I actually have a good chunk of the second chapter of that written. The chapter is titled "Say Yes" and here are the first few lines.

The autumn break came as a bitter relief.  Oscar didn’t like sleeping alone. He had a new apartment in Monaco because that’s what drivers did. He hated it. Monaco felt about as far from home as he could imagine, the big impersonal apartment didn’t help. However the break did mean Oscar didn’t have to roll over so much for Mclaren. 

Thank you for asking omg so much fun. Everything is still unedited and subject to change so yeah. Great picks!

[v3lvet-midnight]

HI! omg I hope its ok I ask for a matchup for your Valentines event... <3 I was hoping I could get a matchup for jjba ^_^ I don't mind which part buut I like guys n I'm 20 my prns r he/she :P

I might be a little awkward at first, but I feel like I'm friendly and approachable. I love joking around. Humor is super important to me—I thrive on banter and making bits. I also feel like I’m kind of a dickhead. I talk a lot of shit… its kind of bad but I think being a little bit of a hater is good. Even though I’m kind of an asshole, I’m also really affectionate. I love saying I love you and using mushy pet names. I’m not big on initiating physical affection, but I’m still touchy.. a lot of playful shoves and light punches.

I think handle stress well, usually just getting annoyed but moving on. I like being "unemotional" in the sense where I don't like coming off as sad or anything so I'll usually bottle everything up which is stupid in retrospect.

My biggest hobby is drawingg ^_^ I like drawing (and writing for) characters I made up or just people/characters in general. In a relationship I end up drawing a lot of art for whoever I'm with. I also bake and cook (I work in a bakery!), love rock/alt music, and I’m really into piercings—I have a septum, eyebrow, and navel piercing, with a tongue one soon truuust.

I hope thats enoouugh and I hope I didn't talk too muuuch. THANK YOU LOVE YOU BYEEEE !!!!!

𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖕....

He will match your energy honestly; he will indulge and go along with it, and he loves it he loves that he can be playful with you because he knows you'll do it right back. Humor is important to you right? well he's pretty damn funny and will definitely let that show around you

While I don't personally see his music taste being rock. I do think he would enjoy it after you introduce it to him. He might even take you to a few concerts

He loves sweet treats, so your baking hobby is perfect for him and the sex pistols, they pester him for a taste any time you hand him a baked good you made

your piercings intrigue him, he finds them hot as hell and if you tell him you're getting another he will definitely join you if it means being one of the first to see it on you

you may not initiate physical touch but once you get comfortable with him and he realizes, well he's all over you. random hugs, playful shoves, random quick kisses, you name it.

he knows you don't really express negative emotions or point out if something is bugging you so if he sees that start to happen, he will pay extra attention just to figure out what exactly brought you to that state and he will try his best to fix it.

(also you didn't ask this but from experience for that tounge piercing have some ibuprofen ready because it is going to swell so bad its gonna be hard to talk </3)

[bethgreeneprevails]

I kinda feel it's maybe heath that came back??? That his return would be low key problematic in the sense he's gonna maybe be bringing bad news with him about CRM and what it does and this is what is worrying Carol as she is helping lead the commonwealth. It definitely going to cause some issues and maybe it's early days for carol just at that point. Like she sees trouble looming but what exactly she's not sure. she's not close to heath but he's one of her people who went missing so I'd see his return being like low-key oh that's so good he's back its a win but not big deal to her but then he's saying what happened to him and she's just uneasy. Then there's the whole issue of Rick and CRM like maybe Heath said something

Or....

Beth came back and carol doesn't know how to say it to Daryl. Like it's a huge massive thing. That's why she's sort of fronting on the radio not saying so outright because it's such a big thing and she doesn't know how to tell him wanting to break it to him gently. But Daryl keeps pressing because she is evading giving him a straight answer and she doesn't know how to put it. This could all apply to Rick as well because something big has happened at carols end with whoever did return and she can't seem to tell Daryl right away for whatever reason without maybe dropping a bomb etc and he picks up right away on her unease

Hi omg! I haven’t gotten an ask in so long this is so nice 😂 thank you for sharing your thoughts!

There’s definitely a possibility it could be Heath but I don’t believe it is based off of the fact that Daryl and Heath didn’t have much of a relationship/friendship so I don’t feel like it would be something Carol would need to tell him over the radio. I think if Heath did return she would’ve just waited until Daryl got home and found out.

I also don’t think it’s Beth. I believe Beth is most likely in France or somehow tied to FTWD. I don’t think the way Carol said it implied Beth. If it was Beth she would’ve said “is alive” not “came back”.

I do like what you said about her being hesitant to tell Daryl. It was the last thing she brought up to him in the conversation. I didn’t catch that the first time I watched it but the second time I watched it I can see what you’re saying. Which brings me to the people or thing I think it is.

I think it could be Morgan, Dwight, OR I saw someone say she was trying to tell him Ezekiel’s cancer came back. I don’t know why but I think it might be the cancer one. TWD likes the misdirect a lot. By Daryl responding “Who came back?” it implies she was referring to “someone” but we have no idea if she was referring to someone or something. All we heard is “came back”. People were saying how random it was that Daryl listed Ezekiel as one of his friends when talking to Laurent this episode. Maybe this is why? Maybe we are supposed to remember Ezekiel since that is who Carol was talking about. It makes the most sense to me.

If it is someone who came back I would say Morgan or Dwight makes the most sense. Honestly, Morgan makes the most sense since he is so intertwined with Rick and Beth. It would be a good way for them to tie the spin-offs together.