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Lullabies of Life

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — prompt 13 with eddie roundtree

✧.* summary — It was supposed to be just a hookup, but he became the father of your daughter and the love of your life.

✧.* warnings — mentions of pregnancy.

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I fell in love with this little family, I hope you guys fall in love too. Good reading 🫶🏾

The bustling bar was a sanctuary of rhythm and revelry, a haven where music echoed through the air and laughter intertwined with the clinking of glasses. Its dimly lit interior exuded a vintage charm, with walls adorned by colorful posters of iconic bands from the era. The aroma of spirits and the familiar buzz of conversation enveloped the space, creating an ambiance that oozed with nostalgia and possibility.

Amidst the lively crowd, Eddie found himself drawn to the bar, its magnetic energy pulling him closer. His eyes fell upon you, the enchanting bartender who seemed to command the room with a flick of your wrist and a radiant smile. He approached the counter with a grin, eager to engage in their delightful banter.

"Hey there, stranger," You greeted him, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. The word "stranger" was delivered with a playful lilt, a nickname that hinted at the connection they were about to forge.

Eddie leaned against the bar, his voice brimming with charm. "Well, if I'm a stranger, then let me be the one who gets to know you better."

You chuckled, your fingers gracefully maneuvering the cocktail shakers. "Oh, so you're a smooth talker, huh? We'll see about that."

As the night unfolded, Eddie and you engaged in a delightful dance of words amidst the ebb and flow of the bar's enchanting melodies. The clinking of ice against glass, the occasional burst of laughter, and the vibrant hum of conversation formed the backdrop to your blossoming connection.

Eddie would order a drink, taking in the eclectic playlist that filled the room with nostalgia. You, always attentive, would slip playful comments into your conversation, occasionally referring to him as "stranger" as a playful reminder of their initial encounter.

Over time, your flirty exchanges at the bar evolved into something deeper and more intimate. The magnetism between you and Eddie grew stronger with each passing day, drawing you both into a passionate liaison that extended beyond the confines of the club.

As the night grew darker and the bar closed its doors, you found solace in each other's company. Eddie's presence became a constant, a reassuring presence waiting for you after your shift ended. Together, you would slip away to secret hideaways, where the world faded into insignificance, and it was only the two of you.

In the hushed corners of hotel rooms or the hidden embrace of secluded spots, you explored the depths of desire and indulged in the pleasures of each other's company. It was a friends-with-benefits arrangement, an unspoken agreement that allowed you both to revel in the physical connection without the complications of a committed relationship.

The moments shared were passionate and intoxicating. The touch of his hands, the taste of his lips, the way his body melded with yours—each encounter was a symphony of sensations, a dance of unspoken longing and untamed passion. In those stolen moments, you found release and a refuge from the demands of the world.

But as the flames of desire burned brightly, so too did the risk of falling deeper. Moments of tenderness would slip through the cracks, fleeting glimpses of a connection that extended beyond the physical. It was in those stolen glances, in the whispered words of affection, that the lines between friendship and something more became blurred.

The arrangement of a friend with benefits relationship was both thrilling and bittersweet. It allowed you to explore your desires, to indulge in the heat of the moment, yet it left the door ajar for the possibility of yearning for more. Every encounter was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and the unspoken question of what might lie beyond the confines of your secret trysts.

Together, you walked a tightrope, balancing between the exhilaration of passion and the lingering desire for something deeper. The memories created in those hidden moments would forever be etched in your hearts, a testament to the connection shared and the complexities of navigating a relationship that blurred the boundaries of friendship and desire.

…

You and Eddie carried on with what you had, you preferred not to name something so good, you just lived and loved every moment, but the love of desire and fulfillment of it made you careless. You sat on the edge of gour worn-out couch, your hands trembling as you clutched the positive pregnancy test. Thoughts raced through your mind like a whirlwind, and a mix of fear and excitement coursed through your veins. You needed to share this life-altering news with Eddie, although the fear of his reaction filled your chest every second pass.

With shaky fingers, you dialed Eddie's number, your voice filled with urgency and vulnerability as you pleaded, "Eddie, please come over. There's something important I need to tell you."

Minutes later, Eddie arrived at your doorstep, his face etched with concern. As he entered the apartment, his eyes met yours, searching for answers. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the weight of the news about to be shared.

"You're scaring me, you called me by my name on the phone." Eddie chuckled until he took knowledge of your worried features. "Is everything alright?"

Your voice quivered as you handed him the pregnancy test, your fingers brushing against each other in an electric moment. "I just found out," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper and your hands trembling. "I'm pregnant, Eddie."

Eddie's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He stepped closer to you, his voice filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. "A baby?" he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're carrying our child?"

You nodded, tears glistening in your eyes. "Yes, Eddie. What the hell are we gonna do?"

Emotions cascaded over Eddie's face like a tidal wave. The initial shock gave way to a profound sense of responsibility and determination. He closed the distance between you, gently cupping your face in his hands. "Y/N, I know we didn't plan any of this, not at all, but I'm here to support you" he says, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And being honest with you, knowing that we have a child together, it brings me more comfort than having this baby with anyone else. Of course, if that's your choice... having the baby."

"I want to have the baby." You say crying and he hugs you closer, conveying comfort.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you clung to Eddie's words, your heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and love. In that tender moment, they shared an unspoken understanding that this unexpected twist of fate was an opportunity for growth and a chance to explore the depths of their connection. And of course, you agreed to be your best selves for this child.

After hours of talking that morning, you decided that it would be better to cut off any romantic attitudes between you, for the sake of the baby it would be better not to confuse anything from now on.

With your hands entwined, you faced the unknown together, ready to embrace the journey of parenthood as a united front. Little did you know that this new chapter would not only reveal the strength of your love but also redefine your understanding of yourselves and the remarkable bond you shared.

…

You were feeling horrible, the nausea wouldn't leave you alone since last morning and your head ache as if a carnival float was giving a parade in it. Eddie was by your side all this time, helping you with everything you needed and if you were honest that messed with your feelings, you knew it was his duty as this baby's father, but the cold that grew in your stomach when he took care of you was inevitable.

You had your eyes closed but you couldn't sleep, you could hear Roundtree in the kitchen preparing something for you to have dinner and you decide to get up and go to him. You stop at the entrance to the kitchen, an involuntary smile spreads across your face when you see the way he was trying to understand the recipe.

You watched the clock on the wall pass the hours and your chest tightened at the thought of him leaving your place, his presence made you feel more relaxed about all of this. You involuntarily rest your hand on your belly that already showed your baby's development, you sigh loudly catching the bassist's attention.

"You alright there?" He asks, and you try to hold in a laugh when you see him in an apron. "Did our little bean let you rest?"

"Not actually." You smile weakly, approaching him. "Would you mind spending the night?"

Eddie's body freezes, he wonders several times if his ears had heard correctly, he turns to you analyzing every detail in your face for any sign of joke or humor, and when he doesn't find it he worries. "Are you that bad? Don't you want me to take you to the hospital?"

You roll your eyes and instantly give up making the invitation, maybe you had misunderstood what he felt. You leave the kitchen disappointed, "I'm going to my room."

Worried, Roundtree turned off the fire and made his way towards the bedroom, following the sound of your voice. As he entered the room, he found you lying on the bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in your thoughts.

"I like it when you're here," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. Sensing his presence, you turned your head towards him, your eyes locking with his. Roundtree sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze attentive as he listened intently to your words.

"I want you to stay, but if you don't... It's okay, I understand," you continued, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

Roundtree's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your leg. "You know I'll do anything to help you through the pregnancy," he reassured, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I'll stay with you."

Despite his words, an underlying sense of unease lingered on his face, his turmoil evident. He felt the weight of the situation, the frustration of not knowing how to improve things or make you feel better. "Look, I don't know what I did to upset you but–"

Before he could finish his sentence, you closed the distance between you, surprising him with an unexpected kiss. It was a passionate and spontaneous gesture, born out of the emotions swirling between you. Roundtree's initial surprise gave way to a reciprocated desire as he kissed you back, his lips meeting yours in a moment of shared vulnerability and longing.

In that instant, the worries and uncertainties melted away, replaced by the warmth of your connection. The kiss spoke volumes, expressing the depth of your feelings for each other, transcending the words that had gone unspoken.

"I want you to stay because of me." You say after the kiss, feeling his breath hitch on your face. "That's what I want, I want you."

"My precious…" He smiles, closing his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"I don't want you to just be my baby's daddy." You say frustrated, pulling away from him a little. "Stay with me..."

Eddie was holding back a smile, and you knew he wanted to make some joke of the situation, or of course, drop a line at you. "Just say it stranger."

"So you want me to be your daddy, uh?" The smirk that grew on his face made you let out a genuine laugh.

"You're ridiculous!" You exclaim pulling him down onto the bed. "Now cuddle with me."

…

Amidst the journey of pregnancy, you and Eddie found yourselves navigating uncharted emotional territory. The anticipation of becoming parents together brought a newfound awareness of your feelings, deepening your connection in unexpected ways.

As the months passed, you couldn't help but notice Eddie's increased affection and care towards you. He would accompany you to doctor's appointments, his hand resting protectively on your growing belly, his eyes filled with awe and wonder. The way he spoke to your unborn child, whispering words of love and promises of a bright future, touched your heart in ways you had never imagined.

One quiet morning, as the dawn cast a soft glow into the room, you and Eddie found yourselves sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. You placed Eddie's hand on your belly, feeling the gentle kicks and movements of your little one.

Eddie's voice was filled with tenderness as he addressed your unborn child. "Hey there, little one, they're kicking" he whispered the last part at you with a sparkle in his eyes and you can't help but smile, his voice carrying a mixture of awe and excitement. "You're growing stronger every day, and we can't wait to meet you. Your mom and I love you more than words can express."

You watched Eddie, your heart swelling with a mixture of joy and affection. "That's right, baby," you chimed in, your voice filled with warmth. "You're surrounded by so much love. We're here for you, every step of the way."

Suddenly, your baby let out a particularly enthusiastic kick, causing you to laugh. "Looks like our little kicker is ready for some action," you exclaimed, a playful gleam in your eyes.

Eddie chuckled, his hand still resting on your belly. "I think our future rockstar is already rehearsing for their first concert," he joked, his voice filled with amusement.

You playfully nudged Eddie's arm. "Well, just don't let Warren know about it cuz since I told him that the baby won't stop kicking, he's been to like twenty different stores looking for a mini drum set," you say, laughing as you remembered the drummers words.

Eddie feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "It's not like my child is going to play the drums, it's business will be string instruments, right little bean?" he retorted, kissing your belly, a twinkle in his eyes.

You both burst into laughter, your shared humor creating an atmosphere of joy and lightness. In that moment, you realized that amidst the seriousness of pregnancy and impending parenthood, there was room for laughter and playfulness.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, you and Eddie sat in laughter-filled silence, your hearts intertwined with the tiny heartbeat within your womb. The sunlight hits your naked body and your boyfriend admires you as if you are the most beautiful work in the world, you feel a flush on your cheeks and you look away.

"Are you embarrassed now, my precious?" He says laying closer to you, kissing your cheek. "After everything we did tonight?" He says with a sly look and you smack him on the arm, burying your face in the pillow.

"I need to sleep, the baby hasn't been quiet all night." You close your eyes pretending to sleep.

"Hey baby, let your mother sleep, daddy tired her today" Eddie whispers close to your navel, as if sharing a secret with your child.

You sit up with a serious look on your face, your face now hot with embarrassment. "Hey! Don't talk about these things with the baby."

"My bad my bad." He says after a series of laughs from you, pulling you closer to him. "Now come sleep in my arms, my precious." He kisses the top of your head and you feel safe and sound.

…

Inside the bustling recording studio, Daisy Jones and the Six poured their hearts into the music, unaware of the impending news. Eddie's fingers glided across the bass strings, his mind fully absorbed in the melodies.

Suddenly, Teddy Price, their producer, burst into the room, his face flushed with urgency.

"Eddie, I've got something important," Teddy called out, waving for them to stop playing.

Eddie takes off his headphones, waiting for the older man to tell him what was going on. "Y/N's waters broke. She's on her way to the hospital. It's time," he announced.

"What?!" Warren yelled, jumping from his drum set.

Everyone turns to Rojas with raised eyebrows, he was excited about the idea of being godfather from the beginning of your pregnancy. Eddie felt his heart pounding like a wild animal, it was time, he was going to meet his baby.

Desperate they go to Warren's van, the streets of LA were congested with people returning to their homes after a long day at work and Warren felt he was going to have a breakdown.

"¡Vete a la mierda, cabrón!" Rojas cursed yet another driver who passed in front of him, his hands were sweating and he was struggling to concentrate.

"Warren is already the second exit you missed." Billy says irritated, he saw Eddie desperate in the passenger seat. "Let's change places."

"It's not your goddaughter being born, I'm the one driving!" Warren speaks sullenly at the situation.

"First of all, we don't even know if it's a girl, second of all...Quit being reckless!" Billy gets up from the back of the van taking Warren's belt off.

"Do you want to kill me?" Rojas says as he feels the grip of the feeling released from him.

"Get out of there Warren!" Billy pulls the drummer to the back of the van as the vehicle stops at the light.

"Okay okay, but only because I wanted to!" He says switching places with the older Dunne, Eddie makes a face when he sees Rojas' ass on his face during this change of places.

Eddie stepped into the hospital, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of flowers brought by well-wishers. The walls were adorned with faded paintings, remnants of an era gone by, while the sound of muffled voices and beeping machines created a symphony of activity.

He followed the signs that led him down a long corridor, his footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. The atmosphere was hushed, the occasional sound of a baby's cry punctuating the stillness. The soft hum of conversations between doctors and nurses drifted through the hallways, adding to the sense of purpose that permeated the space.

As Eddie approached the door to the labor and delivery ward, he paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears, the weight of impending fatherhood settling upon his shoulders. He took a deep breath, finding solace in the knowledge that you were just beyond that door, bringing your child into the world.

Roundtree pushed open the door to the labor and delivery ward, and his eyes immediately fell upon you, lying in the hospital bed. Beads of perspiration dotted your forehead, evidence of the intense physical exertion you were going through. The room was filled with a symphony of sounds—the rhythmic beeping of monitors, the hushed whispers of medical staff, and your own deep, controlled breaths.

Your face was a canvas of mixed emotions, a cocktail of determination, pain, and anticipation. Your brows furrowed with each contraction, the waves of discomfort coursing through your body. The lines of your face tightened, and your grip on the bed rails tightened in response to the increasing intensity.

The air in the room seemed to hum with a sense of purpose and urgency. Nurses and doctors moved around you, their voices soft and comforting as they offered encouragement and monitored your progress. Their gentle touch and soothing words were like anchors, providing a sense of support in the midst of the storm.

As Eddie approached your bedside, his heart ached seeing you in this state. He took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, offering a steadying presence. He could feel the strength of your grip, a testament to your resilience and determination. His eyes never wavered from your face, his love and admiration shining through the concern etched on his features.

Each contraction rippled through your body like a storm, intensifying and then subsiding, leaving you breathless but resolute. The pain etched lines of raw vulnerability on your face, but there was also an undeniable beauty in the strength you displayed, the unwavering commitment to bring life into the world.

Amidst the physical sensations that consumed you, your eyes met Eddie's, finding solace in his presence. In that shared gaze, unspoken words passed between you, a silent acknowledgment of the journey you were on together. His touch and unwavering support were a lifeline, grounding you in the midst of the whirlwind of labor.

As the medical team continued to guide you through each contraction, their voices blending with the symphony of beeps and your own primal vocalizations, Eddie stood by your side, a pillar of unwavering support. He whispered words of encouragement, his voice a gentle melody amidst the chaos, reminding you of the strength within you.

In that labor and delivery room, time seemed to bend and sway, as if the world outside ceased to exist. The pain and intensity were all-consuming, but through it all, a glimmer of hope and anticipation shone in your eyes. Eddie, witnessing your strength and perseverance, knew in his heart that together you would weather this storm, emerging on the other side with a precious gift—a new life, their baby, a testament to the love you shared.

Amid the pain that fills your body like a devastating wave you hear your baby's cry and such a sound in your eardrums makes you cry too. The doctor announces the arrival of his daughter and Eddie smiles widely when he sees the crumpled face of the baby, Aurora Roundtree, his new reason to live was right there for just a fell second and changed everything for him.

"You did it, my precious.” He kisses the top of her head. “Our daughter is beautiful."

…

You didn't know what to expect, after all everything with your boyfriend's band was always beyond any kind of imagination and possibility. Although you took care of your newborn together with her father, you feared what the presence of your friends could bring.

"Warren is the last I tell you." You say into the phone, as Eddie naps your daughter. "If you bring weed over here, I'll rip you apart."

Eddie starts laughing softly, trying not to wake up little Aurora who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. When she finally falls asleep he puts her in her crib, then hugs you tenderly.

"Don't you miss some weed darling?" he asks in a playful tone and you pat his chest.

They didn't take long to arrive, Camila Billy and Julia were the first. The little toddler approaches you with a gift and hands it to you with a shy smile.

"Thank you Jules." You say bending down to pick up the package. "Do you want to see the little bean?"

The little one waves shyly, hiding behind her father's leg, you hold out your hand for her to lead her to her daughter's crib. Julia stands nearby admiring the baby curiously and you stand beside her while Billy, Camila and Eddie talk.

Some time later Daisy arrives with Karen, both with their proper gifts in hand, you thank them and introduce the little one to them and as time goes by you talk and eat the snack prepared by Eddie moments before they arrive.

When the sound goes down, you notice the delay of Graham and Warren and you get worried, both of them didn't answer the phone at the house in Laurel Canyon and that increased the anguish of not knowing where they are.

You hear the classic rumble of the van's old engine and it automatically quiets your heartbeats, but before it becomes a pattern you hear a loud noise followed by an "Ouch".

Interestingly, everyone leaves for the front door of the house, finding Warren with his hands on his toes, Graham scratching his head and a relatively large box with a sticker that says 'Fragile.'

"What the fuck is this Rojas?" You question while laughing at the situation.

Warren ignores the pain shooting up from his toes into his body, spreads his arms and points to the box with excitement. "Guess who found a mini drum set?"

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OKAY, ROMEO — GRAHAM DUNNE

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→ pairing: graham dunne x fem!reader

→ description: graham was certain you, in all of your shining y/n glory, could never reciprocate his feelings. you were best friends and he’d decided he’d have to settle for that. but of course he was wrong.

→ warnings: none, just a lil swearing — set pre meeting daisy ! hope this isn’t too sappy and fluffy but i got a lil carried away with it hahahahah

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): Y/N was just… Just like this breath of fresh air. The minute you met her, it was like you needed to be around her. And that never changed. But I mean, would I have thought she wanted to be with me?

“Why haven’t you just asked her out yet?”

Graham rolled his eyes at his brother, who was quirking his brow across at him as he strummed his guitar to figure out a melody.

He shook his head, “Because I don’t feel like getting my heart ripped out and stomped on by my best friend, maybe?”

He glanced over at where you sat on the couch at the other end of the room, Camila and Karen at your side looking through a photo album that Camila was grasping firmly in her hands as your hands toyed with the camera around your neck.

“Cami is way out of my league, and still somehow we’re here,” Billy smirked, catching her eye for a moment and sending her a jokey wink, to which she giggled as Billy returned his attention to his brother, “You may have a chance.”

You looked up now, following Camila’s gaze but finding your eyes drawn to Graham instead, whose eyes were fixed on you anyway.

Y/N Y/L/N (Friend of The Six): I mean, he never stopped looking at me. Karen used to say it was creepy, but I found it cute. Then again, I did find everything he did cute, I guess. Still do!

You had known The Six pretty much since their inception, and had always been fairly close to each and every one of them. In recent months you and Graham seemed to have gotten closest, though.

You’d spend hours in his room, listening to him practise new Six songs on his guitar, reminding him that he was just as talented as his brother (though if you were truly truthful you’d say he was more talented. Maybe you were biased, though.)

You may not have been in the band, but they all valued your opinion like you were; Like your word was gospel. But none more than Graham.

In the time you’d grown close, you’d found yourself growing increasingly attracted to him. How could you not? But he was the lead guitarist in a band about to hit the big time, so you hardly expected him to want to settle down with his best friend.

If anything, you imagined that seeing Billy settle down would make him want to rebel and do the complete opposite. And you didn’t fancy the heartbreak of getting left behind.

So you just settled for being his best friend — even if he did make it glaringly obvious he felt the same — because, to quote him, you didn’t want your heart ripped out and stomped on by your best friend, whenever it was that you figured he would realise you weren’t enough.

“She feels the same,” Billy put his guitar down for a moment, leaning in to nudge his brother, “Cami said she got it out of her the other day. Just thinks you don’t wanna settle down like me,” Graham noted the strain on his face when he said those words, “And that we’re all going to leave her behind when the album’s out… For some reason.”

Graham furrowed his brows.

He wasn’t sure whether he believed his brother.

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): Like I said… Why would I? This is Y/N we’re talking about!

Y/N Y/L/N (Friend of The Six): I heard that conversation. Heard Graham tell him he’d never leave me behind. And then I figured, if he’s not going to say anything to me then maybe I should just go ahead and do it.

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): I remember every fucking minute of the rest of that day.

“Graham,” you smiled over at him, bouncing out of your seat with a grin as you sauntered over to him and he tried desperately not to melt under your gaze, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

He nodded, practically leaping out of his seat and following you into the next room.

“What’s up?” he asked, a shy smile on his face as his eyes scanned over your features to try and gauge what you wanted to talk about.

“God, this is so awkward,” you giggled, avoiding eye contact at first, “Suddenly regretting my life choices here.”

Graham’s face twisted in confusion for a moment, “You know you can tell— You can tell me anything.”

You bit your lip with a nod, silent for a moment before just fucking going for it, “How do you feel about me?”

“How do I— How do I feel? About you?”

“Like… Do you see me as just your friend?”

“Well, you’re—,” he sighed, looking down at his feet for a second before catching your gaze again and clearing his throat, “No, I don’t. I don’t want to, anyway.”

You fought back the smile threatening to take over your entire face, trying to take in his reply.

“Okay, good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, good.”

KAREN SIRKO (Keyboardist, The Six): And then he finally fucking got it and kissed her.

WARREN RHODES (Drummer, The Six): We were all listening through the door. Obviously.

Graham’s lips met yours like he feared that if he didn’t kiss you now, he might never again get the chance.

Within milliseconds you were kissing him back, your hands reaching up to tangle in his curly hair as his hands found the small of your back to pull you into him.

You pulled away briefly to shout, “Fuck off!” at your friends — who weren’t trying very hard to be quiet and pretend they weren’t listening in — before leaning back in to Graham’s kiss like it was the most natural action.

“I really like you, Y/N,” Graham panted when you finally parted, eyes raking over your face to search for your reaction, “Like, really like you.”

You smiled up slightly at him, suddenly feeling shy again under his gaze.

“Like I said, good,” you hummed, briefly pecking his lips again with a giggle, “I really like you too. I’ve been waiting for you to say something, but I got tired of waiting. I’ve liked you for fuckin’ ages.”

The smile on his face was a work of art, and you couldn’t help yourself — you clicked on your camera and lifted it to take a photo of the beaming man before you.

He rolled his eyes when you were done, raising his hands to take the camera from you and lift its strap off your neck. He copied you, lifting the camera to his eye and snapping a photo.

As he lowered it he smirked, “In my expert opinion, that’s a good one.”

“Mine’s better. Can’t wait to get it developed and hang it on my wall to stare at when you lot run off on tour, eh?”

Graham scoffed, “It’ll have to be pinned to the wall in your bunk. If you think I—we are going on tour without you, you’re nuts, Y/N.”

You grinned, kissing him again before pulling back shyly, “Are you sure?”

“Y/N, I’d want you there even if it wasn’t as my girl,” the pad of his thumb was on your jaw now, grazing your jawbone as his eyes never left yours for a second, “Buuut, if you’d come along as my girl that would be a hell of a bonus.”

“I’d love that, Dunne.”

“Perfect.”

You were silent for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes like lovelorn puppies.

“Billy said you were worried I didn’t want to settle down or something,” Graham looked nervous again now, his eyebrows drawing together as he briefly moved back to look at you less closely, “That’s not true. I mean, I’m not saying I’m in a rush to get like, married or anything. But I want to be with you, whatever happens with the band. And if in future…”

“Okay, Romeo,” you giggled, interrupting him and placing your hand on his chest, “I know what you’re saying. And I believe you, don’t worry. Let’s just see what happens, yeah?”

“Yeah. See what happens.”

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): We did get married.

Y/N Y/L/N (Friend of The Six): I didn’t take his last name. But just after Billy got out of rehab — we didn’t want to do it without him there — we got married. Everything worked out pretty perfect, really.

GRAHAM DUNNE (Lead guitarist, The Six): *Holding up the film photos you took the day you got together* Your Aunt Y/N is the love of my life, kid. Always has been.

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i know our mornings (were as good as it ever could be)

synopsis: eddie thinks he's doing a pretty good job at hiding his relationship with the youngest dunne sister. until he isn't.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, usage of alcohol & drugs, billy dunne

a/n: thank you so much for the love on the previous eddie post! this is shit but it's eddie smut and that's all that matters

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It all happens so fast you think you’ve imagined it - one minute you’re snorting your (fourth, maybe fifth) line of coke and reaching for another glass of beer, and the next you’re being pulled by your belt loops until you can breathe in the fresh evening air through your slightly powdery nostrils. You’re still looking down at your feet, hands outstretched and trying to regain your balance, which is a surprisingly hard thing to do using a coked-up brain, when the mystery assailant, probably Billy, starts speaking. You sigh and brace yourself for yet another lecture.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Welp, that’s definitely not Billy. You don’t know if you should be happy about it or not.

You look up and meet Eddie’s eyes, his eyebrows so furrowed that the annoyed wrinkle between them is especially pronounced - you want to reach out and smooth it out with your fingers, you want to tell him that as hot as he looks when he’s pissed off, he shouldn’t be getting wrinkles this early on. You don’t do any of that.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You respond instead, putting a hand on your hip with such force that you make yourself stumble a little bit. In the blink of an eye, Eddie is holding you by the waist, concerned, and you pray to every single entity out there to just make the goddamn sequin dress separating your bodies disappear into thin air, simply to feel his large hands against your skin. “I’m having fun.”

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh and tilts your head upward, cleaning up the cocaine residue around your nose. A part of you finds it weirdly cute.

“Too much fun.” He tells you and you shake your head.

“I’ve seen you do, like, six lines one after another. You can’t just lecture me when you do the exact same thi-”

“That’s because I’m used to it, I can handle it.” Eddie interrupts, grabbing you by the chin gently. He’s looking at you right in the eyes, wanting to drive his point home, but all you can focus on is his lips. “You could barely handle a shot of whiskey before and now you’re drinking and doing lines like you’ve done it all your life.”

You roll your eyes, although you understand what he’s trying to say.

“Eds, just leave me alone. I’m not going to die or somethin’. I’m just having fun.” You defend yourself, but the hiccups in-between your words do absolutely nothing to convince the man in front of you.

In fact, something flashes in his eyes. It’s a look you see rarely, but one you recognize as the look he gets when he sets his mind to something. You don’t get to dwell too much on it, because he’s crouching and picking you up, and before you know it, you’re thrown over his shoulder with such ease it makes something at the bottom of your stomach flutter.

“Eddie, put me down, now! What are you doing!?” You protest and hit his back with your fists as hard as you can, waving your legs in the air. He doesn’t even flinch and instead places a hand on your calf and squeezes, a gesture you can only interpret as “calm the fuck down” - and something in you listens, despite the drugs and liquors in your system screaming at you to keep acting bratty.

You vaguely recognize Warren’s wolf-whistling at the pair of you, but you don’t pay him any attention - by the time he’s asked for your room key at the reception desk in that deep voice that drives you crazy and you’re in the luxurious elevator, you’re already half-asleep but still have enough leftover energy to complain.

"Can you put me down now? You’ve proved your point.”

In response, Eddie’s hand moves higher up your leg, slipping underneath your dress. You can feel yourself blushing as he starts drawing circles on your inner thigh.

“Hm, I really don’t think I have, sweetheart.” He tells you and you want to strangle him for knowing exactly what buttons to push to make you speechless.

The rest of the elevator ride is spent in torturous silence, as he absentmindedly drags his fingers across your skin and you stubbornly hold in your whimpers and gasps, because you’d rather die on the spot than have him know how sensitive his touch makes you.

Only he can make me feel like this, you think to yourself in a striking moment of clarity.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally arrive at your floor. Eddie confidently walks towards your room and opens it - as soon as the door closes, he strides over to the bed and gently drops you onto it. You’re looking at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time, as he removes your heels. When he stands up and kisses your forehead, ready to leave so you could get some sleep, you grab him by the collar.

Sleep is the last thing on your mind right now.

You kiss him hard, and he responds immediately - you feel his heart thumping when your chests press against each other, and you’re pretty sure he can feel yours too. He moans into your mouth when you tug on his hair and you feel like you’re on the brink of getting what you want - except, he pulls away from you. You look at him, confused, and when you reach out to try and bring his face towards you, he grabs your wrists in one hand.

“You’re drunk, sweetheart. We can’t.” He explains and you want to cry. Why did he have to be so thoughtful?

“But I want you.” You try and he just smiles at you, wide and toothy, as he stands up. You catch his hand. “Can you…can you at least sleep next to me? We don’t have to do anything, I just..."

He turns to look at you and you see surprise painted across his features. You open your mouth to take it back, tell him you don’t know what you’re talking about, play it off as the drugs talking, but he’s already dropping his jacket on the ground and getting into bed with you before you get the chance to say anything.

He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you gladly take the invitation.

"You're cold." You tell him when you lay your head on his chest and feel him wrapping his arms around you. He smells like cigarettes and citrus. It’s your favorite smell in the world.

“You’re hot.” He responds, grinning as he kisses the top of your head, and you giggle.

It’s the last thing you remember before you fall asleep.

—

You wake up horny. Not unusual by any means, considering you fell asleep horny and next to Eddie. Still, you know you can't ignore it for long.

As your eyes adjust to the sunlight pouring in through the windows, you feel Eddie, still asleep, wrapping a long arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest. His gentle hums do nothing except fuel the growing need in you to have him. You decide to do just that.

Careful not to wake him, you slowly move down his body and when you reach the part you're craving the most, you greedily undo his belt like you're opening a Christmas present. You pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time, impatient, and immediately get to work.

You run your tongue from the tip to the base, savoring the shiver you receive in response. You do that a couple of times but as soon as you take him in your mouth, Eddie gasps and you know you've woken him up, because you feel a hand in your hair.

"Shit, baby, good mornin' to you too." He laughs and the rasp in his voice makes you throb.

You take him in deeper, tracing the vein in his shaft with your tongue and Eddie practically howls. Biting his lip, he buries his other hand in your hair too as the sounds of your gagging and his moaning overlap.

"I love this fucking mouth on my cock." He breathes out. "God, I can't get enough of you. Come 'ere."

You shake your head as you press open-mouthed kisses down the shaft.

"No, I want you to cum in my mouth." You declare stubbornly and he swears out loud at your words.

"I'll cum in that pretty little mouth as much as you want me to, but I need to be inside of you right now, baby, please." He almost begs and you look at him beneath your eyelashes.

He's panting heavily, his bottom lip slightly bloody because he bit it too hard, brown eyes glazed over and hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head like a halo. He looks like a mess and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

Well, how can you say no to that?

You crawl towards him and he grabs the dress you've slept in from yesterday and pushes it up your body, hastily trying to remove it. You help him and soon, the dress is a mere clothing item on the floor. Left in only your underwear, he licks his lips as his eyes look you over. If it was anyone else, you would have felt like a piece of meat being ogled at, but his look only turns you on even more.

You tug on his shirt, wanting it off, and he complies immediately.

As you climb into his lap and undo your bra, Eddie watches, mesmerized, when you start grinding on his cock like a woman starved, your tits bouncing along with every movement. In an attempt to tease him, you reach out to play with your nipples, but he smacks your hands away, shoves his face in your chest and starts worshiping your tits with such vigor you think you can cum from this alone.

"Eddie! Oh!" You mewl and he groans in response, tugging your underwear down your thighs. He rubs a finger against your folds and your head gently knocks against his when his finger glides right inside of you.

"So fuckin' warm and tight and all for me. Only for me." Eddie whispers, kissing your neck. You nod, burying your fingers in his tangled hair.

"Only for you. Always for you." You whisper in his ear and he exhales sharply, relieved, like he's being told something he never once thought would be true.

You don't even notice when one finger has become two, and two has become three in your haze of pleasure until Eddie pushes you down onto the bed, looking at you like you've hung the moon and stars. You smile at him and pull his face down to kiss him, and you can feel him chuckling against your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you melt in his embrace. In response, Eddie grabs your hips, something you've noticed he really likes doing, and carefully enters you. You open your mouth in a silent scream, and he groans loudly, squeezing you so hard you're sure he'll give you yet another pair of bruises. You don't mind though, not at all.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

"Very much am, Roundtree."

---

"What did you just say?"

Warren laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"Look man, I don't fuckin' know, all I'm saying is that I saw them leaving together."

It's quiet in the breakfast hall as Billy ponders on what to do.

"I get that she's our little sister, but she's grown up now. Even if she is, y'know, sleeping with him, why should that matter? I mean, it's Eddie, do you really think he'd do anything to hurt her?" Graham argues, gesturing with the utensils in his hands as he speaks.

Daisy and Karen nod in agreement.

"He's got a point, you know. I really don't think it's that big of a deal. They've got the hots for each other for a while now, too, it's only natural." Karen adds and Billy's mouth turns into a tight line as he death glares the uneaten toast on his plate.

"Good morning everyone!" Eddie greets his band members when you and him enter, suspiciously cheerful. Billy's glare only becomes more hateful.

"Morning." He greets with gritted teeth, carefully observing the way Eddie gallantly pulls out your chair first, before sitting on his own. Everyone else around him also seems to notice, if Daisy and Karen's quiet giggles and Warren and Graham clearing their throats were any indication.

"Aren't you going to get breakfast?" Graham questions and you smile innocently back at him.

"Nope, I've already eaten." You respond and Eddie adds a "I'm very full, actually."

Awkward silence descends on the table for a moment before Roy arrives as well.

"Hey, Roundtree." He starts, an accusatory finger pointed at the bassist's neck. "What kind of vampire were you fooling around with? Jesus Christ, son, look at the size of that thing."

A beat passes as Graham chokes on his water.

"Roundtree, you fucking son of a bitch, I'll kill you."

---

BILLY DUNNE: The prick was fucking my sister behind my back. Of course I decked him.

KAREN SIRKO: And people call women the emotional ones.

WARREN ROJAS: Dude, I thought I was hallucinating, for real.

DAISY JONES: So overdramatic.

GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs]

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Worth it. [smiles]

[reasonsmandy]

She's My Fire

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon @legendaryprunerascalpaper — hiii can you do num .14 and num .31 on your prompt list with warren. I need more imagines of him. please and thank uuu :)

✧.* summary — Intensity, instability, desire and love that's what surrounded you and Warren since forever. And he was never good at dealing with it.

✧.* warnings — Mention and connotation of sex, mention of drugs.

✧.* word count — 6.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I got carried away on this one hahaha, I hope you like it. Good reading 🫶🏾

Warren had known you since you were both wide-eyed children, exploring the world with boundless curiosity. You had grown up side by side in Pittsburgh, your lives intertwined through shared family gatherings, school events, and endless childhood adventures. After all, he was best friends with your brother, Eddie.

But it wasn't until you reached the tumultuous years of adolescence that Warren began to see you through a different lens. As the awkwardness of youth morphed into the stirring complexities of adulthood, he found himself captivated by your evolving presence. The innocence that once defined your interactions began to take on new shades of meaning. He felt desire for you, he felt need for you, he wanted you close... And this new feeling scared him.

Caught off guard by this shift, Warren stumbled through the maze of his own emotions. Confusion mingled with fascination, and the lines between friendship and something more blurred. It was a delicate dance, one he was ill-prepared to navigate.

Fearing the vulnerability that accompanied these uncharted waters, Warren sought refuge in the familiar territory of rivalry. He masked his burgeoning feelings with snarky comments and competitive banter, disguising the depth of his emotions even from himself. The label of "hate" was a convenient shield to guard against the turmoil within his heart.

But deep down, he knew that his growing attraction to you was far from hatred. It was an unspoken yearning, an ache to be near you, to understand the intricacies of your mind and soul. The confusion only intensified as the years passed, leaving Warren caught between the comfort of your shared history and the undeniable pull he felt towards you.

He didn't like to admit it but the rivalry he created between you aroused an attention from you that he loved. He loved seeing your eyes roll when he made an unnecessary comment, he loved the way you bristled at his presence, he loved having that attention from you even if it was under those circumstances.

For you on the other hand, there was an undeniable clash between the two of you. Your spirited personalities clashed like opposing forces, resulting in constant arguments and bickering. It seemed as though you couldn't agree on anything, and your dynamic became defined by rivalry and irritation.

However, beneath the surface, there was always a part of you that wondered why Warren seemed to provoke such strong emotions within you. You couldn't deny the electric tension that crackled in the air whenever he was near. It was a mixture of annoyance and something inexplicably more, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Warren is best friends with your brother, Eddie, so he's always lived in your house, you'd recognize that curly hair from miles away, would you know which laugh was his amid the audience of a comedy show, he was one in a million and you knew all the characteristics that made him such. To say that you were close would be an exaggeration, but your relationship was always peaceful and friendly until that day...

You wake up startled, the bead of sweat runs down your forehead and your hands shook as your uneven breathing became more evident. You sigh opening your eyes, facing the ceiling of your room, the night was still evident in the window and you think it would be the early hours of the morning.

Relief that it was just a nightmare washes over you like a cold shower on a hot day, you sit up in bed trying to catch your breath. You've already lost sleep anyway, so you decide to take a cold shower to calm down, and it works.

You watched yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, the icy floor made your body shiver as you dried the locks of your hair. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk down the hall to your room, the environment was dark and you didn't want to turn on any light so as not to wake up who was in the house. For this reason, your steps were light and slow.

"Hey kiddo, are you alright there?" In a loud whisper you hear Warren's voice behind you.

"Fucking hell Warren!" You jump in fright, clutching the towel to your body. "What the fuck are you doing up so late? I didn't even know you were here, my god."

"Eddie called me at the last minute.” Warren answers your last line. “What are you doing up at so late?” He returns the question.

Watching him only lit by the moonlight was almost like watching an opera, he was so beautiful.

"Couldn't sleep." You reply by trying to ignore the way your heart was racing at the thought of what it would be like to have his arms around your waist pulling you close. He arched his brows in concern. "Just a silly nightmare, and since I couldn't sleep... I decided to take a shower."

"I'm sorry about that." And he says with a friendly smile, for a few moments you remain silent, he puts his hands in his pockets as if trying to quiet something in him. "Well I'll leave you alone now..."

"Actually." You say holding his arm, preventing him from leaving. "Don't you want to smoke a joint with me?"

Rojas smiles, watching your hand on his arm, he breaks free of your grip and takes your hand. "Hell yeah."

As you settle on your bed, you take out a joint from a small stash hidden in your bedside drawer. The soft glow of the moonlight seeps through the window, casting a tranquil ambiance in the room. You light the joint, taking a deep inhale before passing it to Warren.

You lie side by side, your bodies comfortably sprawled on the bed, your eyes focused on the ceiling above. The smoke wafts around you, creating a haze that adds to the air of relaxation. You take turns passing the joint between you, the ritual creating a rhythm that matches the cadence of your conversation.

Your voices mingle in the quiet space, the exchange of words flowing freely as you delve into topics both light and profound. The weight of the world seems to dissipate as you talk about your dreams, your fears, and your shared memories. The ceiling becomes a canvas upon which you paint your hopes and vulnerabilities.

The sound of laughter fills the room, intertwining with the fragrant smoke as you reminisce about childhood antics and silly escapades. Time becomes elastic, the minutes stretching into moments of pure connection. You share secrets and dreams, your guards gradually falling away with each passing breath.

Occasionally, your eyes meet, the unspoken desires flickering in the depths of your gazes. There is a magnetic pull between you, a palpable tension that lingers in the air. It's as if the universe has conspired to bring you to this moment, where the boundaries that once defined your relationship begin to blur.

You find solace in the comfort of each other's presence, a sanctuary within the walls of your bedroom. The joint burns down to the end, but the intimacy shared in this small space continues to grow. You talk about everything and nothing, your voices echoing in the room, creating an invisible thread that binds you closer.

As you lie there, side by side, your fingers gently grazing, the silence between your words speaks volumes. The world outside your bedroom seems distant and insignificant, while the connection you share becomes the focal point of your universe.

In the dimly lit room, the soft murmurs and shared laughter wrap around you like a warm embrace. Time seems to stand still as you navigate the delicate balance between friendship and something more, your heart pulsating with anticipation for what lies ahead.

The ceiling above, adorned with scattered constellations of stardust, bears witness to your unspoken desires and the uncharted territory you are about to embark upon. In this hazy, vulnerable moment, you find yourself on the precipice of a love that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

You both lie there, gazing into each other's eyes, the silence pregnant with anticipation. The intensity of the moment hangs in the air, the unspoken desires swirling between you like a tempest.

A small smile plays on Warren's lips as he breaks the silence. "You know, Y/N," he says, his voice husky, "You're staring."

You can't help but chuckle softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "That's probably the joint's fault," you reply, your voice tinged with playful warning. You smirk at him and sit on his lap. "And if you say one word of that to my brother, I'll rip you apart."

Warren's eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and desire, and before you can react, he suddenly flips you over, his body now hovering above yours. The air crackles with electricity as he leans down, his lips inches away from yours. "You won't hear a word from me," he murmurs, his voice laced with urgency.

Your breath catches in your throat as his lips finally meet yours. It's a searing kiss, a collision of longing and pent-up desire. You lose yourself in the taste and texture of his lips, the way his hands explore your body with an almost desperate touch.

In between heated kisses, you manage to gasp out words of desire. "Warren," you whisper, your voice filled with longing. "What does this mean?"

His lips find their way to your ear, his voice husky with need. "No te preocupes hermosa," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin making you shiver. "Let me make you feel good."

Your lips meld with Warren's in a fiery embrace, tongues dancing with a wild hunger. His hands roam your exposed skin, igniting sparks of pleasure with every caress. Clothes fall away, discarded in a frenzy of desire as you both give in to the throes of passion.

His fingers trail along your curves, tracing the contours of your body with tantalizing precision. Each touch sets your senses ablaze, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You gasp and moan, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that consume you.

Lust-filled whispers escape your lips, mingling with his own breathless exclamations. Your bodies entwine in a dance of ecstasy, the rhythm building with each heated thrust. The room fills with the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic collision of your bodies.

Lost in the depths of desire, you give yourself over to the intense pleasure. The world around you fades into insignificance as you and Warren become lost in the pinnacle of physical connection. In each other's embrace, you find release, bodies trembling with shared bliss.

You remember every detail of that night, no one had ever made you feel so good and he knew it. By the way you called him, by the way your fingers gripped the sheets and your eyes rolled back, he knew he was making you reach distinct peaks of pleasure just as you were doing him. You enjoyed the night together until you saw the sun rise and light up your bodies.

"I think that's my cue." Rojas says after a while in which you were silent, he gets up from your bed putting on his clothes. "See you around." He winks at you and leaves your room.

You never expected things to get serious between you and Warren. It was always fueled by lust, a primal attraction that consumed you both. So, when he started avoiding you after that passionate night together, you weren't entirely surprised. But it still hurt.

He became distant, deliberately ignoring you in social settings, disappearing from conversations, and even leaving the room whenever you entered. You couldn't comprehend why he was acting this way. The months passed, and his behavior remained unchanged. Frustration and confusion settled within you, pushing you to give up on being friendly with him as well. If he wanted distance, you would give it to him.

You started playing the game of fights and teasing, matching his aloofness with your own brand of indifference. It became a battle of wills, each of you testing the limits of the other. Yet, deep down, beneath the facade of indifference, there was a part of you that still yearned for his attention, for the connection you once shared.

...

The rain was falling hard in front of your front door, you sat on the facade watching your brother carry his bags to Warren's van, your heart skipped beats to see him go. You can't hold back the tears, you would miss him so much but you knew if this was his dream then he should go.

"Oh come on kiddo, you promised me you wouldn't cry." Eddie says hugging you tight, and you let the tears fall. "Look, there's still time for you to come along." He whispers as he holds you close.

"I can't... You know I would love to." You break out of the hug, wiping your tears away and your eyes catch a glimpse of Warren in the driver's pack watching you. "Give me a second?"

Eddie nods and goes inside the house, looking for the rest of his things he left behind. You observe Warren and take courage to approach, he was smoking and when he noticed you, he offers you the cigarette. You take it and takes a long drag, handing to him again.

"You were leaving without saying goodbye?" You say blowing out the smoke, getting inside the van and sitting next to him. "That's rude."

Rojas closed his eyes and taked a deep breath, as if he's rethinking what to do. "What do you want?" He asks.

"Don't you get tired of being rude to me?" You laugh rolling your eyes. "Look, if the sex wasn't good you could have solved all this with a conversation."

Warren's eyes narrow, his frustration evident as he glares at you. "Are you really going there?" he snaps, his voice laced with irritation.

You cross your arms, a defiant smirk playing on your lips. "I was just wondering, after all I'm not the one avoiding someone after a night of mind-blowing sex," you retort, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

His jaw tightens, and he leans closer, his voice low and charged with intensity. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it," he growls, the words a challenge.

A fire ignites within you, your anger fueling your response. "Oh, trust me, Warren. I enjoyed it. But if you think that changes anything, you're delusional."

He inches even closer, his breath mingling with yours. "You're so fucking annoying, Y/N."

"That's not what you told me that day." You shrug, looking directly into his eyes, loving seeing the frustration of not knowing how to answer your words.

A surge of desire courses through you, mingling with the anger and frustration. The tension between you becomes palpable, a magnetic force drawing you closer together.

Without another word, you crash into each other, lips colliding in a clash of dominance and pent-up desire. The kiss is fierce, a battle of wills and conflicting emotions, as if every argument, every insult, is channeled into this single moment.

His hands grab your waist, pulling you closer, while yours clutch at his hair, deepening the connection. It's a dance of passion and aggression, the line between love and hate blurring with each desperate kiss.

The van fades away as you both give in to the overwhelming chemistry, succumbing to the undeniable pull that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The unspoken tensions and desires find release in this fiery encounter.

But even in the midst of the fervor, a sense of vulnerability lingers. It's not just about the physical connection; it's a revelation of the unspoken emotions that have been brewing between you.

As the kiss finally breaks, you both gasp for air, your eyes locked, a mixture of confusion and yearning reflected in your gaze. The argument fades into the background, replaced by the intoxicating realization of what lies between you.

"So annoying, uh?" You whisper, your lips still close to his.

"Satisfied with the farewell?" He answers, looking right into your eyes.

"You owe me so much more Warren Rojas." He feels you gaze like an x-ray, noticing every corner of his soul. "And I'm going to make sure of charging that." You wink at him and he feels a shiver down his spine, you drove him crazy.

You get out of the van, closing the door and leaning against the window before entering your house. "See you around."

Warren watches you walk into the house, his hands go to his hair in frustration, he hated feeling so given over to someone. He didn't know how to act in your presence, all his most intense feelings were brought out when he saw you, he felt vulnerable, he needed you and that was new... What scared him.

The relief of leaving you behind came with the anguish of not having you around, it was like being away from something he sorely needed. He needed you, you were something difficult, something he didn't understand himself but living without was something scary.

…

During the years without you, Warren's world was not the same. The absence of your presence left an indescribable void that he struggled to fill. It was as if a piece of him was missing, an essential part that had once brought color and vibrancy to his life.

At first, he tried to bury his longing beneath a facade of indifference. He convinced himself that he could move on, that the connection he felt with you was nothing more than a fleeting spark. But deep down, he knew it was a lie. The memory of your laughter, your shared secrets, and the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about your dreams haunted him.

Warren tried to distract himself, diving headfirst into music, new projects, and relationships that held no real meaning. He sought solace in the chaotic whirlwind of the music scene, hoping to drown out the echoes of your absence. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the lingering thoughts of you that lingered in the corners of his mind.

He missed the way you challenged him, the way your presence ignited a fire within him. The easy camaraderie and unspoken understanding you once shared felt like a distant memory. It pained him to think that he might never experience that level of connection again.

As time passed, Warren realized that he had been foolish to push you away. He saw the impact you had on his life, how your presence brought a sense of balance and completeness that he had taken for granted. He yearned for the moments you had shared, the laughter, the late-night conversations, and the raw vulnerability that had blossomed between you.

Warren couldn't help but wonder what might have been if he had been brave enough to face his feelings head-on. The regret weighed heavy on his heart, a constant reminder of the missed opportunities and the chance to explore a deeper connection with you. But now it was too late, and he decided to live for the moment, focus on the opportunities he had in life and make the most of it.

After the departure of your brother and the band, your life underwent a significant transformation. The absence of the constant chaos and rhythm of the music scene left a void that seemed impossible to fill. The once vibrant and lively energy surrounding you became a quiet and unfamiliar stillness.

Without the band's presence, you found yourself grappling with a sense of loneliness and uncertainty. The music that had always been the soundtrack of your life had become a distant echo, and you couldn't help but feel adrift in the vast sea of possibilities.

Eddie's departure hit you particularly hard. He had always been your anchor, your confidant, and your partner in crime. The realization that you would no longer share those precious moments together on stage, creating magic through music, was a blow to your spirit. It felt as if a vital part of your identity had been stripped away, leaving you feeling lost and disconnected.

But amidst the sadness and longing, you couldn't help but feel a lingering ache in your heart for Warren. His absence created a void that no other friendship or relationship could fill. You missed the banter, the late-night conversations, and the shared laughter that seemed to effortlessly flow between you.

Warren had always been a constant presence in your life, and his sudden disappearance left you wondering what had gone wrong. You questioned if your connection had been merely an illusion, a product of your shared experiences within the band. The silence between you was deafening, and the unanswered questions weighed heavily on your heart.

Yet, despite the absence and the unanswered longing, you found the strength to move forward. You discovered new passions, explored different paths, and began to build a life outside the realm of music. While the ache for what once was remained, you learned to adapt and find solace in the new chapters life had written for you.

But deep down, the flicker of hope remained. The memories of your shared moments, the laughter you had exchanged, and the unspoken connection that had always been there continued to linger in your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder if fate had something more in store for you, if your paths would intersect once again and bring with it the opportunity for closure or perhaps even something more.

You were reluctant to accept your brother's invitation, the road had never been your place, even more so for a rock band tour. But the longing spoke louder and it was she who screamed when you made up your mind. However, at the same time, the nervousness of seeing everyone again was imminent, so many years had passed... You didn't know what to expect.

…

Eddie wouldn't sit still since you confirmed you would go with them, he would wake up with a smile on his face excited to see you again. But he wanted to surprise everyone so he just said he had a great news, and asked Camila and Billy to give up their house for a dinner he would organize.

As you arrived at Camila's house for the long-awaited dinner, a sense of anticipation and nervousness filled the air. The sound of laughter and familiar voices drifted from the backyard, where the band members had gathered. You could hear snippets of their conversations, like echoes from a distant past, and it sent a wave of emotions rushing through you.

The soft evening breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, adding a touch of serenity to the atmosphere. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers embraced you, a reminder of the familiar comforts of home. Your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and apprehension as you approached the backyard, drawn by the magnetic pull of the band's presence.

Just as you stepped through the doorway into the backyard, you felt a reassuring hand on your back. It was your brother Eddie, silently conveying his support and the unspoken promise that everything would be alright. His touch eased the butterflies in your stomach, grounding you in the moment and reminding you of the unbreakable bond you shared.

The sight that greeted you was like stepping into a time capsule. The band members, older than your memories remembered but still vibrant with energy, gathered around a table filled with food and drinks. The setting was reminiscent of countless evenings spent together, where music and camaraderie intertwined seamlessly. Nostalgia washed over you as you took in the scene, a flood of memories crashing against the shores of your mind.

Warren, with his tousled hair and piercing eyes, caught your gaze from across the yard. There was a flicker of surprise and a hint of something deeper that passed between you in that fleeting moment. The years of separation had carved their marks, but the undeniable connection remained, like an invisible thread that bound your souls together.

You felt a mix of emotions rising within you—excitement, nervousness, and a longing to bridge the gap that time had created. It was as if the past and present converged in this moment, intertwining your lives once more. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead, knowing that this reunion would be a turning point—a chance to rebuild what was lost and rediscover the magic that had always been there.

"Surprise!" Eddie exclaims showing you to the band, they all smile, eyes on you and you receive a lot of different reactions.

But like it or not your focus was only on his reaction. Warren watched you from head to toe, his heart felt like an animal desperate to get out of its cage, he felt his legs go weak at the sight of you again. He doesn't move unlike the rest of the group who stand up to greet you, while you receive the warm welcome hugs you don't notice Rojas getting up and heading inside. He needed to think.

You try to ignore the tightness in your chest that comes when you notice the drummer's absence, why did he have to be so fucking complicated? The pride you contained wouldn't let you go after him, so you stayed there talking to the rest, drinking and laughing.

Daisy watched the circle of friends from afar, after all, she didn't know you and didn't have any subject to share. She greeted you like the rest but decided not to interrupt the conversation, since she wouldn't know how to add to the subject, so she got up and went into the house in search of another bottle of wine to finish.

She leans on the counter looking for an opener for the bottle she found in the fridge, since it was the last one she thought of drinking hidden right there alone, she jumps in fright when she feels the presence of another person next to her, she turns to see the drummer smoking a cigarette while facing her.

"Lost something?" She asks, trying to hide the bottle behind her.

"I need it more than you do, believe me." Warren hands the opener to Jones who takes it in her hands. Waiting for him to continue, she opens it, pouring the liquid for both of them.

She takes a sip still silently, "Mind explaining? I will only share my wine if you have a decent reason."

Warren lets out a weak laugh, he takes a deep breath still afraid to access those intense feelings he had buried. "Eddie's sister, she's my fire." He downs his wine glass in one go, making Daisy startle. "She drives me crazy since the first fucking time I saw her, I just... I wasn't ready to face all this intensity that she brings out inside me. Not now, not ever."

Daisy laughs softly, she absorbs Rojas' words and strangely identifies. But maybe they were too high for that conversation. "So you're just going to avoid it, forever?"

"It's been working out so far." He shrugs, smiling as he refills his glass. "I'm not one to run away from things, quite the contrary, I love living everything. It's just that…"

She interrupts him, "It's so intense that it scares you, it's so strong... So strong that you feel like you're going to drown despite wanting to go with the wave." She completes, Warren is silent for a few seconds. "I suppose." She shrugs looking away.

"Well, your guess was strangely right." Warren sets his glass down on the table, taking a cigarette from his pocket and offers it to the redhead who declines, he takes one for himself. "And now Eddie has asked her to go on tour, I don't know if I can handle it."

"Is it that bad?" She asks but the drummer doesn't answer, she takes that as a yes. "Is she with anyone?"

"I don't know, I haven't known anything about her since we left Pittsburgh." He responds in a stiff manner. "But from what Eddie mentioned a few times, no."

Daisy frowns, as if hearing an insult "So what's the fucking problem?" She analyzed the features of his face, judging every line of expression.

"I don't know." He confesses, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "I don't know if I'm willing to risk that much."

…

Warren knew deep down that he couldn't just brush off the intense emotions you stirred within him. You had always been the one who could penetrate his guarded exterior, effortlessly reaching the depths of his soul. But he couldn't let that vulnerability show. No, he had to hide it behind a veil of nonchalance and aloofness.

When Eddie dropped the bombshell that you would be joining them on tour, Warren's heart skipped a beat. He felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He wanted to convince himself that he was over you, that he had moved on, but the truth was that he had never quite shaken off the hold you had on him.

To shield himself from the intensity of his emotions, Warren chose a path of deliberate detachment. He decided to immerse himself in the company of groupies, surrounding himself with distraction and shallow encounters. He flirted, laughed, and engaged in casual hookups, all in an attempt to convince himself that he could replace the void you left.

But as Warren went through the motions of his charade, he couldn't escape the constant reminders of you. Every glance, every laugh, every touch sent a shockwave through his being. The presence of the groupies served as a mere distraction, a feeble attempt to drown out the longing he felt for you.

Deep down, Warren knew that no matter how hard he tried to deceive himself, he couldn't erase the memories and connection you had shared. Your absence had left an indelible mark on his heart, and no amount of casual encounters could fill the void you had left behind.

Unbeknownst to Warren, you were keenly aware of his attempts to mask his true feelings. You noticed the longing in his eyes, the way his voice faltered when you were near. It was clear to you that his actions were mere smoke and mirrors, a desperate camouflage for the overwhelming intensity you both shared.

As the tour progressed, Warren's facade began to crack. The shallow encounters with groupies started to lose their allure, as he yearned for something more meaningful and genuine. He realized that no one could ignite his soul quite like you did, that your connection transcended the superficiality of those fleeting encounters.

The more Warren tried to bury his feelings, the more they resurfaced with a vengeance. He found himself stealing glances at you, captivated by your presence and the way you effortlessly drew people in. It became increasingly apparent to him that he couldn't escape the magnetic pull you had on him, no matter how hard he tried.

…

As you stepped into the radio reception, you were greeted by a vibrant atmosphere that pulsed with anticipation. The room hummed with lively conversations and the clinking of glasses, filling the air with an energy that ignited your senses.

Your eyes wandered across the hall, taking in the sight of journalists and industry professionals engaging in animated discussions. Their enthusiastic gestures and focused expressions revealed their eagerness to capture the essence of the band's presence.

The room was adorned with banners and posters, proudly displaying the logos of various radio stations. It felt like a maze of bustling activity, with tables set up for different media outlets, adorned with notepads, microphones, and recording devices. It was a visual reminder of the journalists' dedication to documenting every word and capturing the essence of the band's journey.

As you weaved through the crowd, you noticed the cameras positioned strategically, ready to capture candid moments and performances that would be immortalized through the lens. The stage, bathed in soft lighting, beckoned you with its magnetic aura, whispering promises of transformative experiences yet to come.

The room seemed to vibrate with a blend of nerves and excitement. Your heart quickened as you realized the significance of this moment, the realization that your presence here was an integral part of the band's story. The weight of the interviews and interactions hung in the air, intermingling with the melodies that reverberated in your soul.

"Hey, are you waiting for someone?" You hear a voice behind you, turning around you find a man with a charismatic smile on his face. He sits next to you.

"My brother and his band are doing an interview." You clarify, smiling sympathetically.

"Daisy Jones and the six?" He asks, you just nod. "The guys have become a rage, you must be proud."

"Prouder than ever." You confirm, and since then you have a conversation.

As you mingled in the radio reception, you couldn't help but notice a persistent presence. Jay, an overly confident and invasive individual, had taken a keen interest in you. His attempts at flirtation grew increasingly uncomfortable, making you feel trapped and uneasy.

Amidst the sea of conversations and laughter, Warren's watchful eyes caught sight of the unfolding situation. His protective instincts surged within him, fueled by a mixture of anger and concern. With each passing moment, his frustration intensified, unable to bear witnessing Jay's unwanted advances towards you any longer.

Determined to shield you from further discomfort, Warren swiftly made his way towards the two of you. The atmosphere shifted as he closed the distance, his presence commanding attention and respect. Without hesitation, he inserted himself into the conversation, his posture exuding a possessive aura.

"Hey mi amor, everything alright here?" As Warren stepped in, a surge of relief washed over you. "Who's your friend?"

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, "Not exactly a friend, love... He just sat there."

"Listen cabrón, I'm not a fucking idiot." Rojas whispers menacingly. "I swear to God, if you keep harassing her... I'll break your balls."

The intensity of Warren's protective act left no doubt about his intentions. He positioned himself firmly between you and Jay, effectively creating a barrier of safety. With a subtle yet forceful push, he made it abundantly clear to the man that his presence was no longer welcome.

You watched as Warren effortlessly steered you away from the uncomfortable encounter, leading you to a quieter corner of the reception. His actions spoke volumes, conveying both his determination to shield you from harm and the depth of his unresolved feelings.

In the aftermath of the encounter, Warren's protective act lingered in the air. The tension between you was palpable, the unspoken connection between you both now illuminated by the weight of the situation. It was a moment that revealed the complex intertwining of emotions, the undeniable bond that had endured throughout the years.

You look him straight in the eyes, "Thanks, you didn't have to…"

"I didn't do more than my duty." He cuts you off, the look in your eyes made him feel right at home.

"I just didn't think you'd do that." You shrug, looking away.

"I knew it wasn't going to take long for this to come up." He exclaims with a forced laugh. "You can't have a dialogue with me without throwing something in my face. I honestly can't stand you."

"Of course, it's always my fault." You roll your eyes, feeling that intensity wash over you."Be more creative Rojas, you always use the same speech."

"I fucking hate you." He whispers, hand in his pocket while he takes a long breath. Looking away from you, it was impossible for him to lie like that to you looking you straight in the eyes.

"Ah so that's it, you hate me?" You approach him, he doesn't move away, he just looks away. "Say it to my face then! I'm here listening to you…" You whisper, getting closer to him. Carefully you take the drummer's face, making him look at you. "You can't, right?"

As the tension and emotions intensified between you and Warren, the air crackled with anticipation. In that charged moment, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. With a mixture of longing and determination, he closed the gap between you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

The world seemed to fade away as your bodies leaned into each other, lost in the intensity of the moment. The kiss was a blend of pent-up desire, years of unspoken words, and a connection that refused to be ignored. It was a collision of longing and vulnerability, a confirmation of the undeniable chemistry that had always existed between you.

The weight of the moment lingered in the air as you both broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, realizing the depth of your unspoken desires. It was then that Warren, unable to deny the pull any longer, took your hand and led you through the place to a secluded warehouse, hidden from prying eyes.

Inside the dimly lit space, he locked the door behind you, creating a world where only the two of you existed. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he pulled you closer, his touch a mixture of gentleness and hunger. The warehouse walls seemed to contain the intensity that had built up over the years, allowing you both to explore the depths of your desires.

In that sacred space, your bodies came together, exchanging passionate kisses, exploring each other with a newfound urgency. The world outside ceased to exist as you surrendered to the sensations, losing yourselves in a dance of pleasure and connection. Every touch, every sigh, and every whispered word spoke volumes about the longing that had consumed you both.

As the flames of desire burned bright, there was a profound realization that this was more than a momentary release. It was a testament to the unbreakable bond that held you together, a recognition that you couldn't deny the depths of your connection any longer.

"I hate you for how you make me feel, you understand now?" he holds your face tenderly, looking deep into the paradise of your eyes.

"You make me crazy." You say between the kiss, Rojas smiles resting his forehead on yours. "I can't ignore what I feel for you anymore, and if you tell me you don't feel that way... I think I'm crazy."

Rojas lets out a muffled laugh, kissing you once more. "You're not crazy, there's something between us that we can't ignore. And believe me, I tried."

You roll your eyes and pat his arm lightly. "You are the log that keeps my fire alive, and I need you." He says.

"You have me." You smile, kissing him again. "Just don't lose me again, I assure you it won't be that easy to get me back."

In that moment, you both understood that this connection was no longer something to be pushed aside or denied. It was a force that had been waiting to be unleashed, a love that had endured against all odds. From that point forward, you embarked on a journey together, bound by a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

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Hello everyone, so I have some news...

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The Other Woman

eddie roundtree x Reader, slight daisy jones x reader

warnings: drug use, eddie is kind of an asshole, arguing

notes: hi! this is my first fic, i hope you like it!

2 days. 2 days since he went to that LA pool lounge. Ever since then, Eddie has been nothing but cruel. You knew when you got with Eddie that he was hopelessly in love with his bandmate's wife, but you thought that your love would dim his feelings for Camilla.

Breaking you out of your thoughts, Daisy Jones walked into the lobby.

"Hey baby, are you alright? You seem stressed." You blushed at the nickname, but turned your head so she couldn't see.

"Yeah, I'm all good, Daisy. Do you know where Eddie is?" Her face turns to a sour expression, but she points outside.

You find your boyfriend smoking a blunt outside. His hair is disheveled, and he appears as if he hasn't gotten sleep in weeks.

"Eddie, we need to talk." He turns his head and chuckles to himself.

"Now what?" You feel your blood boil.

"I am done with you. I feel used and, honestly, tired. Tired of you acting like you aren't pining over fucking Camila Dunne. Every time I think I am getting somewhere with you, she bats her eyelashes, and you are instantly drawn to her again." He looks at you and starts seething.

"Well, sorry if I don't want you; she has always been my priority. She is the one I picture myself marrying, raising kids with, and growing old with. Not you! If I am being honest, baby, it will never be you. In the first couple of months, I tried so hard to love you, but I couldn't. Not when she is right there. I know she will leave Billy this time, and once she does, I need to be there for her." His words sting like hell, and you feel tears brim your eyes.

"You know damn well she is never going to leave him. Not when Julia is around. I am tired of feeling like the other woman in my own relationship! It's humiliating, don't you get it? I have tried everything to get you to choose me over her. I see Camila's nails are done, so I get mine done too. I bought that fucking perfume from France that she is always wearing, but it never works! The more I change myself, the more you resist. I don't understand how you would choose her over a sure thing like me; I really don't. Hell, even when we fuck, I know you pretend I'm her, it makes me feel dirty. If you love her that much, then why even be with me?"

"I needed a distraction, ok?" You look at him with tears running down your face.

"Well, guess what, Eddie? Consider yourself not distracted, because we are through." With that, you walk aimlessly through the recording studio, hoping to find at least someone to talk to.

To your surprise, Daisy hears you walking and walks out of whatever room she was in to see you.

"Baby, what's wrong? You look like you got hit by a bus-" You cut her off by sobbing on her chest.

"I broke up with Eddie; I know I will never be better than Camila Dunne." She lifts your face off her chest and looks you in the eye.

"Honey, you are so much better than her; why can't you see that?" You look into her eyes, and for a split second, you think you saw something. Pity? Sadness? Love?

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starting my eddie roundtree x reader fic!

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CAMILA & BILLY DUNNE 1.04 - Track 4: I Saw the Light

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Hey everyone, just passing by to let y'all know that Invisible string just got a new chapter! Please let me know your thoughts

Invisible String

“𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐆𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞?”

Warren Rojas x Fem!reader

Track One: Curious time.

Track Two: He said I looked like an American singer.

Track Three: Mystical time.

Track four: One single thread of gold

information:

• This narrative will use (mostly) dates and events from the book Daisy Jones and The Six. (especially the dates, as they are more precise in the book according to what I need)

• I'm writing with (Y/n) as usual, but if it's of interest to you, I can create an OC for this story.

• I don't have a definitive date to post chapters, I intend to continue with this story and also with my requests.

• Any type of feedback or suggestion is accepted (preferably in my asks so that I have more viable access)

• Once finished, I accept "headcanon" ideas for this story

• Until now, I have four chapters planned, but that could change.

• This story has its own taglist, which you can find here.