#daisy jones and the six x fem!reader

[reasonsmandy]

Puppy Love

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* summary — headcanons of childhood friends to lovers with Warren Rojas.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 9.0k

✧.* 🥁 — warren's masterlist.

✧.* mandy's notes — I loved writing this so much, I hope you like it too.

✧.* 1 — how you met / childhood

Pittsburgh became home from the moment Warren Rojas walked into her life.

You were at your bedroom window playing with your toys when you saw the moving truck park in the house next to yours, curiosity makes your eyes shine as soon as you understand what was happening, you leave your belongings by the window and run as fast as you can down the stairs, you slide a little with the inertia that hits your body when you reach the floor below.

"Hey baby, didn't know you were up." Your mother's voice echoes from the room, you run feeling your body slide across the floor due to the socks on your feet. The emotion emanating from your body was clear.

"Did you see?" Your thin voice is an octave higher than usual, and your mother opens a smile trying to understand where that excitement was coming from.

"If I saw what, my love?" She puts her cup of tea on top of the coffee table, you make a sulky face because she doesn't understand you at first.

"The truck outside!" The word truck scrambles from your lips, and she can't help but crack a smile at it. "We have nay-buhs, mommy!"

"We do?" Curious, she takes her gaze to the window, thus noticing the movement in the house next to yours. "Seems like we do, uh? Wanna go say hi?"

As if that was the suggestion you've been looking forward to hearing the most, you jump excitedly around her, tugging on her hand, wanting to go there immediately. Your mom gets up happy to see you excited about the idea of meeting new people, she holds your small hands in hers as she guides you into the kitchen then pulls you into her lap.

You rest your little head on her chest seeking affection, she kisses the top of it with love.

"How about we make some snacks to take to them?" Your eyes sparkle, and you immediately nod excitedly. "Any idea what you want to cook, little bee?"

You cup her face in your small hands, breaking into an adorable smile. "Cookies and hot choco-wate."

"Alright… that's a great idea." She sits you on the counter, getting the ingredients you would use.

When the smell of freshly baked cookies fills your nostrils, you pull on your mother's apron to show that it was ready. She helps you arrange a tray carefully in the way you found most interesting, putting it in your hands as soon as you left the house to meet the neighbors.

The house next to yours was not very different in terms of the facade, it was very charming and full of plants just like yours, you liked it and it was certainly one of your favorite things about the outside. Your mother holds your little hands to help you up the stairs to the door and suddenly shyness takes over your body. You look at her looking for an indication of what to do.

"Nock the door mommy." You whisper, only now noticing how the word "knock" was difficult to pronounce.

Your mother laughs at your bossy attitude, knocking on the door for you. You stand on your tiptoes, excited to satisfy the curiosity you were feeling earlier, listening to the footsteps behind the door approach the wooden object.

The doorknob turns and a slender woman appears in your vision, excited you hold out the tray with an adorable smile. The curly woman seems taken by surprise, bending down to be at your height, she opens a smile.

"Oh, are those for me?" She questions her voice full of pride and gratitude. "Thank you so much little one, that's very kind of you."

She raises her gaze to your mother who watches the scene with pride and warmth in her chest. And you take this moment to curiously look inside the house, the place was still empty, some boxes scattered in various places with other objects too, and suddenly you notice someone of your stature who captures your attention.

You notice your mother talking to the lady but your attention is still on the boy drumming some pots with his hands inside the house, you lean on the doorknob wanting to get closer to him but you still keep watching him from afar.

"Warren honey, come say hi to our neighbors." The woman calls the little boy when she notices you staring at him wanting to talk.

When he approaches shyly, hiding behind his mother's leg, he looks at you with a small smile on his face. His eyes dart curiously to the tray you hold, secretly asking for one of them.

"Hi Wah-wen, you wan' some of our coo-kies?" You hand him the tray with an excited smile, "Me and my mom made it for you, I ate a cou-puh but jus' to make suwe they were vewy good"

He looks to his mother for encouragement, you notice that he looks a little confused and you hope you haven't done something wrong.

"She made you las galletas, you want some?" She asks the little one who nods his head, extending his hands towards the cookies, you look at him full of anticipation.

"Thank you…" He whispers, biting into the cookie as he looks at you. He looks back at his mother as if asking her to help him communicate.

"What's your name cutie?" The curly woman asks you, while your mother holds your hands

"Y/N." You say rocking back and forth, handing the tray to Warren when you were tired of holding it. "Do you, um, wanna play in my house? If you want, we c-can, um, make a big drum set together!"

He seems curious, your words seem difficult for him to understand but he gradually understands from your gestures and excitement that makes him want to join you.

"Can I?" he asks his mother, his curls falling over his eyes as he sloppily pushes them out of his sight.

"Is it okay?" She asks your mother.

She smiles in affirmation, "Of course, don't worry... If you need help, just call."

Warren's mother runs her hand through his curls, smoothing his locks. "Behave, huh… And if you want to come back, just ask and I'll pick you up."

You were Warren's first friend, he had moved from a non-English speaking country so it was difficult for him to fully understand his surroundings as a child. And that's when you guys developed your own style of communication, as Rojas learned English you guys increased your own type of communication that you used to create plans for games and different adventures out there, a way of passing notes to each other without getting caught by the adults.

Your mother had already put you to bed, the light from your table lamp was the only thing that illuminated your room as you settled between the sheets.

Your day hadn't been the best, you had gotten a bad grade and as a result your parents decided to forbid you to go out and play with any of your friends. So you spent the day in your room, bored reading books and playing on your own after studying.

You yawn ready to fall asleep but something jolts you out of your calm state, you sit up in bed, watching the window where the noise had come from with a frown. You can see your best friend's bedroom window lit up, indicating that he was awake, so you approach yours looking for that little face that causes you so much comfort.

You can see his little black face waving at you from his window, you open a smile and a questioning face, he gestures for you to open your window. You then do, feeling the night wind hit your skin waiting for him to do what he wanted.

"What is it?" You whisper loudly, he then throws a paper plane at you, you catch the object in the air and he tells you to open it.

∆•⬛ ∏∆⚡⬛ ⏩⬛⬜∆⏩, ∆•∏ ∆⬜∆ ⬛∆•⬜•⬜ ∏∆•∏∆ ∏∆⬜∆•⬜, ∆•⚡⬜ ∏∆⬛∆ ∆⬜⏫•⬜⬛⬜⚡⬛, ⏩⬜⬛ ∆⬜⏩⬜ ∆⬜⬜⬛ ∏∆•∏∆ ⬜⬛⏩∆.

“Don't worry about them, you are capable of anything you put effort to, and I'm proud of you”

You open a smile upon the message, taking the paper to your chest, hug it with affection, you blow a kiss to him who takes it in the air and does the same thing you did with the paper.

"Thank you." You feel emotional, perhaps the hormones from your newly arrived puberty are getting to you.

He winks at you with a smile you love, "Goodnight cutie." He speaks before closing the window, so you feel like you can sleep peacefully knowing he is proud of you.

Rojas treats you with great care and affection since childhood, always being very careful, hugging you, helping you with annoying situations, being his support for anything, just like you for him.

You were always very smart kids and the combination of both of you was pure chaos for your parents. Whenever you were very silent they already knew that something was broken, messed up or out of place, but nothing gave them the courage to take away the joy you felt from being together.

Rojas would never admit it but he loved watching you from afar at school or when you were concentrated with something, he found it adorable all the faces you made while you were paying attention in something

He would definitely listen to you complain about whatever you needed to vent while you defined his curls.

You always helped him rehearse the drums, suggesting songs for him to play and dancing like crazy around him while he did so.

You got a habit of kissing his forehead whenever he did something nice when you were little, and this habit continued when you guys grew up

You were in the kitchen of your house waiting for your mother. The goal was for you to make a cake for Warren's mother's birthday. Warren was trying to put on his apron, his small hands having some difficulty handling it.

"I can't! This ridiculous thing doesn't tighten." He crosses his arms sullenly.

You hold the cloth in your hands supporting it, "Oh Warren you can do it, here, let me help you."

You help him step by step, showing how to do the same processes you did to tie yours. He copies his movements slowly, as if it were something difficult to do, now and then sticking out his tongue to demonstrate his concentration.

When he finally succeeds you applaud him, a giant proud smile on your face. "Good job Warren! See? I knew you could do it."

You jump showing your excitement at his achievement. "Look mom, Warren managed to tie his apron all by himself!"

He smiles with embarrassment, but happy to see your joy with him, you approach him and kiss his forehead, grabbing him in a proud hug afterwards.

He feels a spark in his body from your little kiss, closing his eyes to feel your caress.

"Thank you." he whispers.

Once when you were younger Rojas asked you to marry him with a ringpop and a little flower.

You and Warren went to dances together since you were little, until you reached an older age where this type of thing meant something more serious in your teenage minds. Until Warren realized that he wanted to keep that tradition, but in a different way…

You two were sitting in the backyard of your house, you knew that soon Rojas would have to leave for rehearsal at Chuck's house, so you tried to enjoy every second by his side which was something you loved, being close to him was always synonymous with being at home, feeling complete.

You rested your head in his lap as he drummed his hands on your shoulders as usual, it was amazing how he never stopped still. But there is something in particular that differentiated this restlessness from others in him, he seemed anxious, as if he wanted to tell you something.

"Is everything okay with you?" You laugh as you get up from his lap, Warren seems to come back from a trance, and you notice that he couldn't look you in the eye. "Hey, I'm getting worried…"

"Worried? No need to cutie, I'm normal." He shrugs, talking so fast that you could tell he's lying.

"I know you better than I know myself Warren, what's up?" You can't contain the urge to hold one of his hands, noticing it's cold. "You're nervous... It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

"It's no big deal..." He says rubbing the back of his neck, still avoiding her eyes, he takes a deep breath.

"Okay, we can talk about something else." You pat his shoulder in reassurance, he smiles a little. "Oh my God I forgot to tell you! Camila and Billy started to date… can you believe it? It's like everyone I know starts dating and I'm stuck with no one."

You sigh in distress, leaning your body once more on him, you don't notice but his muscles stiffen and he starts to direct one of his hands to your waist wanting to pull you close, but before he does you turn to look him in the face once more.

"And you? Is someone special messing with your little heart?" You joke, pointing to his chest as you speak, he laughs looking down.

"You know very well that the only special women in my life are you and my mother." His tone was humorous, but maybe if you were looking into his eyes you'd catch the glimmer of sincerity there.

You feel butterflies in your stomach with his sentence, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. "Stop being silly Rojas!"

He opens his mouth to say he wasn't joking, feeling a sliver of courage in him, but like a cliché from a romance movie your mother appears interrupting him.

"So only your mom and my girl are the women in your life?" She says in a playful tone, crossing her arms over her torso. "I practically raised you, Warren!"

"My bad." He shrugs a little embarrassed, he holds one of your hands and kisses it as usual when saying goodbye to you. "I'll see you later, right?"

"Sure thing." You caress his cheek after he kisses your hand, these affectionate attitudes were common between you.

"Bye miss L/N…" He says passing by your mom, leaving the door of his house.

"You know Y/N, maybe Daniela and I were right…" Your mom says as soon as Warren closes the door, you turn your gaze to her, not understanding a word.

"What are you talking about?" You question her, who rolls her eyes playfully.

"You two are getting married." She says humming, walking off towards the kitchen.

Warren left your house wishing he had the courage to come back and say he only wanted to go with one person to this ball, you. But the fear of not being reciprocated was overwhelming, blocking him from taking that action.

Since he was little Warren has had the habit of kissing your hand when he says goodbye to you, this custom started when you were still very small and he was sure that you were very fragile, even though you guys were close in age and the same size, he felt he needed to protect you.

You and Rojas have always been very close since day one, and when you started making new friends at school it came as a shock to both of you, it was a distance you weren't used to. You even took a while to like Graham, Eddie and Chuck because of jealousy, since now he didn't have 100% of his time for you.

Warren knew that you felt insecure around his new friends, not only because they were unfamiliar to you but also because you felt a bit out of place. And that's why he always made sure to make you comfortable, never leaving your side, holding your hand when he felt you were anxious, including you in subjects that you were not aware of until then. Until you felt comfortable in their presence, which, thanks to Rojas' attitude, didn't take long to happen.

Warren seemed to have an inexplicable connection with you, and consequently you with him. You knew how to differentiate his common restlessness from a restlessness caused by anxiety or discomfort, and he knew that you were quieter when you were uncomfortable in an environment. Through this you created a way to comfort each other when these situations happened, it wasn't something you guys sat down to talk about and agreed on, it was as natural as the first time you met.

He noticed when you needed support, holding your hand in comfort, or stroking your knee so that physical contact would help you calm down. And when that didn't help, he would take you out of the room so they could be alone with you and help you regulate your breathing or just give you a hug.

You on the other hand knew that Warren was a restless and excited person, it was hard to let him down or dampen his sunshine spirit. So you knew that many times, in order not to disturb others, he pretended to be in that state and you knew exactly when he was feeling bad, your attitude was usually to take him out of a sociable place, letting him breathe in a calmer place and reassuring him that it was okay not to be okay and that you would be there for him always.

When you were sad Rojas used to pick dandelions from the backyard to give to you, since the first time you went to his house your eyes lit up when you saw his mother's backyard. He noticed how you timidly approached the garden tools, always wanting to take a closer look at the flowers, and he knew that those plants made your heart warm.

Warren truly believes that you're the one who helped him become who he is today, as if you were his motivation whenever he thought about giving up.

As you two were always with each other, or at his house, or at yours, or even at a friend's house you have the same comfort meals because you grew up together.

You made Rojas a beaded bracelet when you were little, which he still wears today.

When Rojas was eleven years old, you gave his mother the idea of giving him a set of drums, since he already had his grandfather's drumsticks.

"Can you please stop moving?" You talk with your hands over Rojas' eyes, with difficulty as he was now taller than you.

He sighs, placing his hands on his wrists. "Forgive me, cutie, I just don't like not seeing what's in front of me."

"If you'd let me guide you without moving, we'd be done with this in no time." You say through a laugh, he looked distressed, you notice the frustration when he sighs once more.

Then you turn him so he's facing you, and remove your hands from his eyes. "Hey, trust me... It's ok, if you don't like me covering your eyes I can come in there and call you when everything is ready. How's that?"

He smiles gratefully, "Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your surprise"

You give him a light slap on the shoulder, "Don't be silly, you didn't ruin anything, I'll be right back… wait for me."

You say and he nods in agreement, running to his garage and closing the access door. "And don't even think about peeking, otherwise I'll get mad." Your scream comes out muffled, he doesn't avoid smiling silly at your attitude.

You arrange the drum set the way you think is right, after all the only thing you knew about it was the information that Warren had given, his mother was at work and gave you permission to show him his gift as soon as you got home from school, and you thanked the heavens because you couldn't stop saying you had a surprise for him since you met in the morning.

You put a bow on the bigger drum to decorate it, taking the drumsticks that you had taken from him without him noticing next to the object. You really hoped he would like it, hoping he hadn't read the signs wrong.

"Okay big boy, you can come in!" You give the green light, and he cautiously turns the doorknob as he enters. "Surprise!" You exclaim, pointing both hands at the gift.

"¡No mames!" He exclaims in pure shock, the smile on his face so big it makes you smile accordingly. He runs to you hugging you and lifting you in the air, you wrap your arms around his neck laughing with joy. "Damn girl, I love you!"

You smile so hard you could tear your cheeks, "I'm glad you like it, me and your mom scrambled to find the perfect one."

He looked at the drums like a happy child, afraid even to touch his new gift. He sat on the chair taking the sticks in his hands, testing each one of the drums.

You move closer to him, resting your chin on the top of his head, feeling his curls against your skin. "I love you too, by the way. Happy birthday."

✧.* 2 — as teenagers / early adulthood

You learned Spanish with Warren and Camila, but mostly with Rojas since you spent nights together since you were little, you used to hear him talking with the family always (bc you were always at his house) and ended up learning several words, your biggest difficulty was pronouncing them.

Warren introduced you to the band as soon as he joined, as that was where he would spend most of his time and it was infeasible for him to spend half of his time without you.

Eddie and you became quite close too, and this caused Rojas to be very jealous.

You were at every one of his gigs, always supporting him and cheering the loudest.

Your parents always said how cute you would look as a couple (mostly your moms bc they were your biggest shippers since day one), but you two always stressed that you were just friends.

Even though you were just friends, you were always mistaken for a couple, and you two always had to clarify with an embarrassed chuckle that you were best friends. Warren loved those moments, it was like he got a taste of what it would be like to be more than just your friend.

You and Warren got into the habit of talking at your windows at night, since your rooms face each other.

When you reached 15/17 years old, silly fights started to take place, mostly because you were jealous of the way he was becoming close and interested in other girls. It was almost unbearable to have to see this new face of your best friend, even more so when it came up when you noticed that you liked him.

"Why are you acting like that?" Warren says walking into your room, you sit by the window, ignoring his presence before you freak out.

"I honestly don't want to talk to you." Your voice embargoed, you wanted to cry with frustration.

"Did I do something?" He looked confused, you hated how his voice came out with concern. "Are you really going to ignore me?"

"What do you want me to say?" You turn to him, he notices your watery eyes, feeling your chest tighten.

"I want to know what happened, please, you know I don't like to fight with you."

You sigh, trying to muster up the courage to utter the thought that has been haunting you for days. "You're replacing me..."

"What?" He approaches you, and you allow him to hold your hands.

"You're replacing me with that girl, it's like I don't even exist anymore." The tears fall down your cheeks, and he feels pain seeing you like that.

"Oh no, hermosa, of course not!" He brings one of his hands to your cheek, stroking it as he looks into your eyes."It's me you forever."

"Well, I don't feel like it anymore." You mean it, and the words you utter are like a knife in his heart. "At least it doesn't look like it from your attitudes."

"You are very important to me, I don't want us to lose that…" His voice was like a whisper that flooded you with hope, maybe you weren't losing him like you thought. "I promise you it's me and you and no one will take your position in my life."

There were no secrets between the two of you, so when Warren stalled to tell you about their moving as a band to LA, you knew something was wrong. He was avoiding you, when you talked he avoided looking into your eyes, it was like tearing a part of him away from you and that's why he avoided telling you.

You hadn't had a decent conversation in days, you were hating the way he was avoiding you so had decided to take the actions to end it once and for all. You knew he'd be rehearsing one last time before the show they were opening an event in town, and making sure he made it backstage before heading out to enjoy the bar, you secured your access there with the help of Camila.

So there you were, impatiently waiting as you stared at the dressing room door, listening to the sound of them ringing like a muffled noise. Rojas felt his absence in the audience and his heart sank to notice that this was his first concert that you weren't watching, the thought that maybe you were upset that he had avoided you all week echoing through his mind more than the noise his sticks made when they collided with the drum.

He'd done it all on automatic, and he was grateful his muscle memory hadn't let him down at that point because Billy was going to fuck him up if he screwed things now. Frustrated, he splashes water on his face before leaving the bathroom, thinking about how he would justify himself to you when he sees you tomorrow.

He makes his way to the dressing room made available for the band, knowing he was probably the last one to go there to collect his belongings. He stops at the foot of the door when he notices a noise coming from inside, he checks once more the plaque nailed to the wooden object, ensuring that it was not the wrong door. But when he hears a loud crash of things falling he immediately turns the doorknob, finding himself face to face with you trying to pull a much bigger man off of you.

He doesn't remember exactly how, but the rage so blinded him that he only stopped when he saw his hand punching his face. He didn't take long to get into a fight with the man he had no idea who he was, what his purpose was there, he just knew you and knew that you were extremely uncomfortable in his presence.

"What's wrong with you man?" The guy says through one punch or another in his face, trying to hit Rojas.

"What's wrong with you, are you crazy?" He returns the question, irritated by the way he manages to be cynical. "Don't ever lay a finger on her again, you understand me?"

The man opens a cynical smile, Warren punches him in the face once more, who now feels the intensity of the punch and returns the blow. The drummer sees black for a few moments, before he pulls himself together by grabbing the man by his collar.

"Do you understand me?" You have never seen such great anger in your voice. "I can spend the day punching you if I have to."

The man looks at you as if he blames this whole situation on you, you avoid looking into his eyes, embarrassed and insecure. He gets up making his way to the door.

"Fuck, cutie, are you okay?" He holds your face in both hands, looking deep into your eyes for any sign. You pull him close, hugging him as if desperately seeking comfort. "Please give me a sign, I need to know if you're okay."

You break away from the hug, looking into his eyes, feeling safe. "You arrived at the right time, I'm fine, it was just a scare... I think."

"What are you doing here?" He asks lost, feeling the adrenaline draining out of him and the pain of the punches taking over.

"I needed to talk to you... You know? Without you avoiding me." You knew this wasn't the time for any sarcasm, but you couldn't help but let the annoyance emanate from your chest.

He drops his gaze, feeling embarrassed. You hold his hands, trying to pass security.

"What is going on?" You ask, stroking his hands in yours.

"There is something very complicated going on and I don't have— I don't know if I can tell you." His voice cracks, you recognize he's about to cry.

So your first act is to untangle your hands from his and bring them to his face, holding it with concern and hoping he sees that it was safe to be with you. "It's me and you."

"In our last gig we talked to a guy named Rod, remember?" You nod your head, ready to hear what he has to say. "And he told us that we have a lot of potential but that staying in Pittsburgh was going nowhere."

You can't disguise your trembling body, your breathing even becomes heavier, he closes his eyes without being able to look into yours when he finishes the sentence. "The best decision to make our dream come true is to go to LA, we have no alternative if we want to grow in this."

"Wow..." You utter with a sigh, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill out of your eyes. "It makes a lot of sense, there is indeed a place with more opportunities for you, do you already know where you are going to stay?"

"Not exactly…" He says amidst a humorless laugh. "We'll decide everything when we get there…"

"Warren…" You scold him, not for his decision to go but for the folly of going without plans. "Los Angeles is not Pittsburgh, you guys can't just leave without having a place to sleep, let alone without money."

"We're already packing our bags, Billy's looking forward to seeing everything." You knew he understood your point, and by the way he tried to bring the good side of the situation you knew that was a fear of him too.

"Just promise me that you'll only go after you know where you're going to live." You take his hands again, he nods. "Please Warren, I'm serious."

"I promise you cutie, I promise." He now has an easygoing expression on his face, as if your approval is all he wants. "I think I'm going to need your help to find a place though." He laughs and you don't hesitate to help him.

You helped "The Dunne Brothers" and Camila find a place to live. And with the help of your parents you got them a house to rent in Laurel Canyon, a relative of yours was renting after the death of a lady... The story was a bit morbid but it was what they could afford.

Watching Warren tear down the decor in his childhood bedroom where the two of you spent so much time and created so many memories was heartbreaking.

Warren moving was one of the craziest things in your life, it was actually losing a part of you. But it was more important to see that smile and the joy he felt playing with the band.

You watch from your bedroom window as Warren packs his van, your heart sinking every second he puts a new suitcase inside. You take a deep breath leaving your room, it was very difficult to hold back your tears even more as the urge to cry increased with each step of the stairs you went down. It was like a flashback to the first time you saw him, only now the moving truck was his Van, taking away what the truck brought you most precious.

You were alone at home, so not even your mother could give you a comforting hug in this very frustrating situation. You knew Rojas would leave in a few hours, the rain outside was getting heavier every minute which gave you a guarantee of a few more minutes because Rojas' mother would never let him travel in the rain.

So you take your time to bake cookies for your best friend, just like the first time. You didn't have any consolation for that moment, you cooked between tears remembering the good times imagining what life without Warren would be like, hating every scenario without him.

As soon as you finish the cookies, you pack them in a jar getting ready and trying to get yourself together for the moment you feared the most: The farewell.

You didn't mind the drops of water hitting your skin when you walked out of your house towards his, nothing seemed important when your world was going to change in seconds. You can see Rojas' curly hair in the distance, he seems to be fixing some things on the hood of his Van and you slowly approach.

You lean against the wall waiting to notice his presence, still with the cookies in your hand. He takes time but when he sees you standing there he opens a huge smile.

"Look who it is." He says opening his arms, going towards you, then he notices the pot in his hands and feels his legs weaken. "I can't believe you did this..."

You can't hold it anymore, tears come down your face out of control, you can't answer just stand there with your tears. He feels his heart sink, his body giving up, he goes to you and removes the bowl from your hands, putting it somewhere else.

"You know you just ask and I'll stay, right?" He whispers holding your face between his hands, you cry more with that statement. "I hate to see you cry..." He rests his forehead on yours, squinting his eyes.

You back out a little from him wiping your tears while trying to hold the others that wanted to go out.

"As much as I love having you here, I love seeing you happy. And that's why I would never ask you to do this." You utter, feeling your chest hurt, his absence being able to leave you breathless. "I just can't deny that I'm going to miss you so much."

"Me too princess, I don't know if I can live without you." He says now letting his tears fall, he notices with his face close to his a crazy desire to kiss you, as if he let this moment slip away he wouldn't have another one... At least not one like this one.

You notice him staring at you, interspersing between your mouth and your eyes now and then, their breathing becomes heavy as they think the same thing, the world seems to freeze waiting for the next action of the two of you.

As the world seems to freeze around the two of you, the weight of the moment becomes almost unbearable. The unspoken emotions hang heavy in the air, and a mixture of fear and longing grips both your hearts.

In that suspended moment, Warren's hand gently caresses your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. His touch is tender, and his gaze holds a depth of emotion that words could never express. As you look into his eyes, you see a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, he leans in, closing the gap between you. His lips meet yours in a soft, delicate kiss. It's a kiss filled with years of friendship, the promise of what could be, and the bittersweet taste of farewell.

The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips against yours. It's a moment frozen in time, etched into your memory forever.

For that brief instant, it's just the two of you, wrapped in each other's presence and the unspoken words that bind your souls. The kiss speaks volumes, conveying all the love, affection, and sadness that words alone could never capture.

As the kiss ends, you both pull back, your foreheads still touching, trying to catch your breath. A mix of emotions swirls in your eyes - love, longing, and acceptance. You know that this kiss is a poignant farewell, but it also holds the promise of a future filled with possibility.

Warren gently whispers, "It's you and me, and nothing will change that."

When Rojas left with the rest of most of your friends it was like being lost, starting over without everything you've ever known. It was one of the most difficult phases of your life for sure.

After they left, you decided it was your time to move on, seek what you wanted for yourself, and that's when you moved to college.

Warren and you stayed in touch, through letters and phone calls all the time. It was more distant for sure, but it was better than nothing, a way to have him around.

Warren even though he was experiencing his dream once and for all, he felt it was incomplete without you by his side.Everything he saw that excited him he wanted to show you, but you weren't there, re-educating himself in a reality where you weren't was torturous.

✧.* 3 — the reunion

Pittsburgh wasn't your ideal place to live, and once you got accepted to college, you made a point of moving. After all, there was nothing holding you there.

Keeping in touch with Warren and the band wasn't difficult, you spent time in LA with them whenever you could (usually during your vacation).

You spent a few weeks with Camila while The Six were on the 'The Numbers' tour.

You finished your college when Camila gave birth to Julia, and you decided to travel there to support your friend in this difficult time. And that's when you saw Warren after months.

When you and Rojas meet again it was different from when you were younger, since the kiss things were, shall we say, different. It was as if things that were once simple for you, such as physical contact, sharing a bed, affectionate kisses, spontaneous hugs, now held a greater meaning. Simple things became loud causing your and his heart to race.

"You still wear that little bracelet I made you?" "It's like my good luck charm.."

You spent late nights talking to kill the longing, it was like coming home.

On one of those nights you smoked and talked while admiring the starry sky of LA. Warren shirtless as usual now was something that made you nervous, you wanted not to look at him with a different look, but it was difficult when he looked so beautiful like that.

You tried to avoid looking at him too much for fear of showing how you felt, so you usually talked looking straight ahead and not into his jabuticaba (It's a delicious Brazilian fruit, search it on Google if u want to) eyes.

"You know, there hasn't been a day since we've been apart that I haven't thought about you." He utters as he blows out cigarette smoke, your heart speeds up dramatically. "I miss you so much cutie."

"I miss you too, like crazy!" You then muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, and you could swear he was the most interesting thing in that whole town.

"I am so fucking happy that you are here with us." He stands up, grabbing one of your hands to twirl you around and hug you afterwards. "There's still time for you to come live with us, okay? My room will always fit the two of us."

Suddenly, you started to see him in a different light. It was like your friend became the hottest person in the world overnight, and let's be honest, you loved the new mustache.

And for him it was no different, he already had a huge crush on you but now with a grown look in his eyes it was as if his heart was beating in search of you.

You decided to be quiet about your growing feelings for him, because you were sure that they were one-sided. After all, you always saw him surrounded by groupies who could contain his attention more than you ever could (in your eyes), so your decision was to remain silent about your feelings.

But let's be honest if you knew he never bluffed when he said you were the woman of his life, you'd be sure you shouldn't even consider that you weren't an option for him. He was always madly in love with you, he was just trying to camouflage those feelings by dating other women because he thought it wasn't his option. In the end, it was just a big lack of communication.

He often admired your beauty and just stared at you for a long time. You always thought it was due to some drugs or because he was drifting in his thoughts, but he just loved to admire you.

You helped Warren stay excited about the band while Billy was in rehab.

When Warren got the job of cleaning boats in Malibu Harbor, his fixation on boats extended and you loved seeing his excitement about it, he even called you to go see some promising that one day when he bought yours he would take you to Mexico City.

As you spent a lot of time there, you managed to establish your life there with them and a few months later you moved to LA.

From the moment you moved in together, you became UNBEARably clingy. It was very normal for the two of you, but there were moments when you were closer than the real couples in that house.

Everyone in the house already knew you were crazy about each other, but they got tired of trying to prove their points to you two.

Camila was crazy for you guys to be together at once, and she was constantly trying to convince you two to talk about it. Warren was very afraid of ruining your friendship and you were convinced that he didn't like you that way.

"Why aren't you guys dating yet?" and you answer, "For the last time Cami, we are just friends, that's the way he sees me at least"

But then Warren answers, "Too afraid of losing the friendship."

Warren loved to see you enjoying their music, and he always asked you to dance with him to the record.

When Billy created honeycomb and Daisy made it a thousand times better, you went with them to meet the studio and give support.

It was becoming unbearable for him to hide what he felt for you, every time he had you close he wanted to kiss you, hug you and show you that he loves you with all his heart. And that's when he decided to call his mother and ask for advice, and she assured you that you two were made for each other and that telling you the truth would be the best decision.

✧.* 4 — finally, being a couple

Warren took advantage of one of his days off where only Billy and Daisy would record vocals, to ask you to go out on a boat (which he rented). You accepted without hesitation, after all, spending time with him was what you liked most.

"So? What do you think of the view?" He asks you when you admire the waves.

"It's so fucking pretty… my god." You complain with a huge smile on your face, and he feels like it was all worth it just to see your smile. "Now I understand your fixation on these boats, they are amazing!"

He holds your hand leading you to a place where you could both sit down to admire it better, he offers you a drink for you to have while you talk. He watches you more than meets the eye, as if you are all that matters to him. He spends a few minutes thinking about how to tell you how he feels, looking for the best ways to play this information that could change everything between you.

"Do you remember when we agreed that if neither of us found someone, we would stay with each other?" Warren says through a laugh, did you know he always laughed in situations where he was nervous.

Curious, you stop looking at the view to focus on him. "Yes… what about it?"

"What if I've found someone?" You feel your heart tighten, the lump in your throat grows and you struggle not to think you're stupid for thinking you'd have something one day.

"Oh… you did?" You open a smile clearly forcing, hoping your acting was better.

"Yes, but that will go against what we agreed…" He looks you in the eyes and you feel intimidated, like he's reading your soul.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What if my special someone is you?" Your eyes widen at his statement, he slowly approaches you.

"Rojas, I swear to God if you're trying to make a joke here..." His heart was beating wildly, his hands were sweating, he broke into a smile wetting his lips.

"I would never do that, come on." He takes one of his hands to your cheek, you feel his electric touch on you. "I've liked you since fourth grade."

"Are you serious?" You had a huge smile on your face, he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Everyone knew but you, cutie!" He speaks, moving closer and closer to you. "I am yours."

"Fuck Rojas, you're going to be the death of me." You pull him by the vest, since he clearly wasn't wearing a shirt, sealing your lips in an anxious, desperate and needy kiss.

After that day, you started dating, and then you had the free pass to be the most unbearable couple in that house.

Every day, remembering your passion for flowers, Rojas would bring you a different flower and a bag of seeds for you to plant in your own garden.

Every day when Warren came home from a tiring day at work, you kissed his forehead assuring him you had done a good job, and put ice on his hands to help him get through the pain of calluses.

One day when you were upset, your boyfriend and best friend showed you a bunch of dandelions to give to you.

"Why on earth are you holding this baby?" You ask with a small smile, and he's quick to kiss your lips like he misses you every second of the day he spent away from you.

"When we were little I used to give them to you when you were sad, I figured it would help." He says shyly, holding the bouquet out to you.

"Fuck, I love you so much." You kiss him one more time, feeling like no one understands you as much as he does.

After Warren and you got together, you found out that both your fathers had made several big bets about how long it would take for you to get together (your dad won). And your mothers were already very sure that this would happen at some point, so they didn't even waste time with a bet.

When you guys went to Pittsburgh, you alternated between sleeping at his house and yours, to spend time with both families.

You and Rojas adopted a kitten, he gave her to you for your birthday and you named her snowflake.

When your relationship became public to fans of 'Daisy Jones and The Six' Warren couldn't stop bragging about you, because he was so fucking happy to have you as his girlfriend that he wanted the world to know. Every opportunity he had he mentioned you in interviews, for example.

Warren spent his days on tour missing you desperately, and every time he could send someone to pay for the tickets so you could meet them in the middle of the tour, it was horrible for him to go without you.

You guys often recreate traditions that you used to do as children.

Rojas loved to show affection to you in different ways. Sometimes he caught you by surprise cooking, kissing your shoulders. He started to learn the way you liked to relax, to massage you, to pamper you in different ways.

You surprised him several times at the studio when you found out he was going to have a busy day, taking food he loved and keeping him company on the days you could.

Warren loved to leave notes for you around the places he knew you would go.

"Te amo hermosa, it's you and me"

Forehead/temple/hand kisses all the time (he often says goodbye with a little peck on the lips and as always kissing your knuckles).

Warren calls you several times to find out how you are, if you're having a good day, if you ate well. Always very affectionate.

You went on the Aurora Tour with a "Drummer's Girl" T-shirt

Every time you saw Rojas interacting with Julia your heart warmed imagining you as parents.

Rojas tried to cook for you but since he wasn't the best at it, he started to buy you breakfast.

You have movie nights at home, complete with popcorn and your favorite films, and snuggle on the couch.

As your boyfriend is the most electric soul on the earth, you always engage in playful arguments or competitions, like who can build the tallest tower out of cards. You guys even keep a score on it.

You have a collection of inside jokes from your childhood that still make you laugh.

You explore and engage in shared hobbies or interests, like painting, hiking, or playing board games.

You create photo albums together, capturing your favorite moments and memories.

He gives you heartfelt compliments and always makes you feel appreciated.

Warren avoids leaving for work without saying goodbye, he always says goodbye with a kiss on your lips and one on your hand.

"Te amo hermosa, hasta luego".

You occasionally surprise each other with small thoughtful gifts, like a book, a favorite snack, or flowers.

You have a bedtime ritual, like reading to each other or sharing the highlights of their day before drifting off to sleep.

You plan regular date nights, going to the movies, having dinner at a new restaurant, or doing something fun and exciting together.

Rojas made you watch Rollerball uncountable times.

Warren always buys you records, as he loves to see you sing and listen to music.

Sometimes you help each other choose outfits for special occasions, offering fashion advice and compliments.

You volunteer together for a cause you care about, supporting your community and making a positive impact

Sometimes you and the rest of the band have impromptu karaoke sessions at home, singing duets and dancing around the living room.

On lazy afternoons, you take cozy naps together, snuggled up under a warm blanket.

Usually you always take a day for the two of you, where you escape on his boat for a weekend alone. And it was on one of those days that he asked you to marry him

The starry sky was above you, you watched in silence as you listened to the waves crash against Warren's boat. He pulls you closer to him, smelling you and kissing your hair from time to time, and you rested calmly on his chest.

"Remember when I put a ring pop on your finger when we were five? You know, as my way of proposing to you?" He asks between a yawn, you had your eyes closed, feeling the emotion of the moment, the cold breeze against the body covered only by the covers.

"…I do yeah, that was actually very cute, baby" You say kissing his lips for a moment, not noticing that one of his hands has gone into the pocket of his vest lying beside him.

"What would you do if, hypothetically, I were to get down on one knee and put a real ring on your finger?" He whispers with his forehead pressed against yours, you feel your body weaken at his words, your heart almost stopping in your mouth.

"Warren Rojas I swear to God—" You start to talk but he interrupts you.

"Would you say yes like you did all of those years ago, with no hesitation?" His smile was bigger with each word spoken, you feel the tears in your tear duct threatening to come out.

He takes the ring into view, waiting for your response with a nervousness in him. "Marry me?"

"Absolutely, my love." You kiss him, sealing your promise and the hope of the incredible life you will have from now on.

...

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[andy-15-07]

After all we are a family

masterlist ! pairing: Finnick Odair x fem!reader x Johanna Mason

GENRE: fluff, love

After everything that happened, with the revolt against the Capitol, you and Finnick went back to our home, in District 4. Everyone and things became normal.

When I got home, it was as if something was missing, not something rather someone and that person was Mags, she volunteered as a tribute for me because she knew I was pregnant, she was not only a mentor for me but she was like a mother. Mags and Finnick were my mentors in the 70th annual Hunger Games, they helped me survive.

Finnick decided that we should have a house right by the ocean, because the ocean is the only thing that reminds us of some beautiful memories, when you and Finnick declared your love for each other, when I called Mags mom for the first time and when I confessed to her that I was pregnant with Finnick's child.

I told Finnick that I am carrying his child after our wedding in District 13 and after I told him he was the happiest man in the world, he had a child with the love of his life, the one who was really happy was Johanna.

When you gave birth to your and Finnick's daughter, Mags Johanna Odair, Johanna and Finnick were with me and they were the happiest. If it was Mags, I know she was also happy that I named my daughter after her.

And the mornings spent with them are the most beautiful.

The morning sun wakes you up and when you turn to your husband's side of the bed, you are met with the place where he was sitting, it was empty, I realized where the most important people in my life were, on the beach.

I get out of bed and take my robe and head out of the house, when I reach the door I look at the scene that is happening in front of me. Finnick was sitting down on the sand with his feet in the water, with Mags on his lap and I see my husband showing something to our daughter.

I slowly leave the house and head towards them, the only thing I'm happy about is that they didn't hear me when I left the house and when I approached them.

"Every time I come here, but especially when I'm near the water, all my worries disappear, just like you did my love." Finnick tells our daughter.

"Good morning Finnick and good morning Mags!" You say and sit down next to them.

"Hello love, I hope you slept well," says my dear husband.

"I slept well. What's up with you two on the beach so early? How long have you been out?" You ask Finnick as you play with little Mags who was happy to see her mom.

"Not long ago, I think it's been 30 minutes since we've been out and the reason we're out is because our little Mags woke up crying and we said not to wake you so we came here, when she saw the water, she calm. It's as if she knows that this is our place, which makes us calm down, it's obvious that she's our daughter." He says and hugs our little treasure.

Johanna always says that her niece is a perfect combination of you and Finnick, Mags has Finnick's eyes and hair, my lips and nose and how we joke about Johanna's behavior when something doesn't suit Mags, which Johanna doesn't deny this.

"Of course she knows she's our daughter." You tell him and rest your head on his shoulder but your eyes don't stop looking at your beautiful daughter.

It's so quiet that we don't hear the famous Johanna Mason heading towards us.

"I know you're fine but I want to know where my favorite niece is." when Mags hears her aunt's voice it's hard to hold her.

Johanna comes and sits next to you and I take Mags from Finnick's arms and give her to her, who was already waiting for her with open arms.

Johanna Mason is not a person who shows her feelings and emotions but around you and Finnick she is completely different, she was always by our side and we were by her side. After all, we are a family.

"I really missed my little niece, sometimes I wish she would come with me, to protect her. But I know our little Mags is safe now, it's not like it was before, everyone is free. " He says and plays with Mags Johanna.

"Johanna, everything will be fine, everything is safe now. We are fine and we are a family no matter what." Finnick says and you keep looking at Johanna who continues to play with the little being, our treasure.

"Finnick's right, we're safe. Jo you know that too." you tell him and then he raises his head and looks in our direction and slowly nods in agreement.

You get closer to her and take her in your arms and after Finnick comes closer and hugs all three of us, his confidants, his wife, daughter and our friend but Finnick and I considered her as our sister.

We sit together on the beach and either look at the crystal clear water, or talk or play with Mags.

After all, we are a family.

[targaryenluvs]

just rewatched daisy jones and the six and it’s consumed my head.

the river ft simone is stuck in my mind

(not that i’m complaining)

sam claflin is multi talented and it makes me want him even worse like wdym you’re a god on the guitar and amazing at singing you hot sexy bitch no fair

[bumblesimagines]

how long have you had feelings for me?

what's a kiss between friends?

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

Daisy Jones

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

what's a kiss between friends?

how long have you had feelings for me?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

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

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

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

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

"Oh, yeah? Why's that, Daisy Jones?" 

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

"What?" You laughed in surprise. 

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

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

[pinkdaiisies]

Someone’s Jealous…Warren Rojas x Reader

summary: jealousy gets the best of warren when you decide to talk to a guy at a party. luckily eddie is there to get warren to confess

notes: i am a slut for love confessions. that’s it.

camila and billy’s house filled with excitement as more and more people came through the door. the party was supposed to be the band and a couple people from the recording studio. obviously word got around that there was going to be a party at the bands house.

you were sat on the couch with a drink in your hand, sandwiched in between eddie and warren. you were having a nice night. especially since a cute guy kept smiling at you from across the room. warren caught sight of the blush on your cheeks. he followed your gaze and saw the guy that was looking at you. a wave of jealousy washed over him.

the drummer secretly had a crush on you since high school. what he didn’t know is that you did too.

with the drugs and alcohol running through his body, warren felt like he wanted to punch the guy.

“oh c’mon y/n! you could do way better than that guy over there!” warren protested. you looked at the mystery man who was wearing black bel bottoms and a shirt that was probably a size too small for him, which made his happy trail visible.

“whaaaat no he’s cute!!!” you argued.

“y/n. this dude looks like he shops at baby gap.”

“yea his shirt is wayy too small for him.” eddie chimed in.

“see! eddie agrees with me!” warren said.

“eddie agrees with everything you say warren. you two are mean, i’m gonna go talk to him.” you say as you get up from the couch.

“see what i mean! dude doesn’t even have the balls to approach you first! no chivalry! none at all!” warren shouts as you began walking away from him and eddie.

“welp at least you tried man.” eddie says as he takes a drink from his beer.

warren and eddie watch closely you as you go up to tiny shirt man. warren couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous you looked. it upset him that you went to go talk to another guy.

“i don’t know why you don’t just ask her out! i mean she’s so obviously in love with you.” eddie said.

“if she’s so in love with me, why is she talking to another guy right now?”

“because you don’t have the balls to confess your feelings for her!!!” eddie argued. he was tired of seeing his two best friends dance around eachother, and he was getting sick of having to comfort a heartbroken warren every time he had a bad trip.

“i have balls!” warren says loudly. earning a couple of concerning looks from the people around him.

“fine then. prove it.” eddie eggs warren on.

“damn right i’ll prove it!” warren says, still sitting on the couch.

“do it then. right. now.” warrens eyes get larger. he wasn’t planning on confessing his love to you at a crowded party!

“right now…?” warren said nervously.

“i mean… you don’t have to, but if you don’t i guess that means you have no balls.” eddie said, taking another sip from his beer.

“fine then! i’ll be back.” warren downed the last of his drink and promptly got up and made his way over to you and tiny shirt guy. “i’m sorry to interrupt your guys conversation. i’m sure whatever you were saying man was totally interesting, but y/n will be leaving you now.”

and just like that, your conversation with mystery man (whose name you learned was actually nick) was over. warren put his hand on your lower back and guided you through the extremely crowded house.

you couldn’t even be upset with warren because of how good he looked tonight. walking through the house, all you could pay attention to was the feeling of warrens fingers grazing your skin.

“warren what the hell was that?” you asked. he didn’t answer back.

a minute later, you two were standing in the backyard. there was still a lot of people around, but not as much as inside. you two were able to hear each other without having to shout. warren stared at you, he looked like he had something to say, but was scared to say it.

“warren what’s wrong?” you said sincerely. warren was not acting like himself.

“listen, i couldn’t stand seeing you talk to that guy over there.”

“warren, he was nice! his personality didn’t match his style at all! i promise.” you tried to reassure your friend.

“no. it’s not just him. i hate seeing you flirt any guy! i’m about to tell you something extremely serious okay?” warren said as he put his hands on your shoulders.

“i really like you y/n. i really really do. since high school! that’s why i get in a crappy mood whenever we’re at parties like this. you’re a magnet to men! especially me! and i literally cannot take another night seeing desperate men try to flirt with you, because they’re not good enough for you! and i’m pretty drunk right now, and i probably sound so stupid but-”

“warren!” you interrupted his rambling. “you’re jealous aren’t you?!” you laughed.

“maybe a little.” warren shrugged.

“you’re cute when your jealous.” you smiled at him.

suddenly you felt warren pull you against him. warrens lips met yours in a kiss that you’ve been waiting on for what felt like eternity. his hands rested on your cheeks as he pulled apart from the kiss.

“wait… so you do have feelings for me? right?” warren asked.

“yes warren. obviously.”

***

“oh my god i can’t believe it.” eddie said to graham and karen, who joined him on the couch soon after warren left.

the pair turned their heads to where eddie was looking. it was you and warren walking through the crowded house together, his arm around your shoulder, and your head was turned giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“jesus christ finally,” karen said. “i thought we would have to live with their awkward sexual tension for the rest of our lives.�� warren sat on the chair next to the couch, and you joined him on his lap.

“you know eddie, i think you’re the one with no balls.”

[celestialexxperience]

Mrs. Dunne (Billy dunne x reader.)

Requested by anon~

Warnings: profanities, cliches, kinda non Canon Billy, mentions of knifes and injuries.

A/N: I was gonna name this video games bc my last fic was a Billy dunne x reader fic and it was called dark paradise which is another lana song but I justed started writing and "Mrs. Dunne." Came out a lot. And would anybody wanna be added to tag list? Also request wlw fics bc there's only men in my inbox and it's pissing me off.

Only the sounds of Billy strumming his acoustic guitar and you frustratingly trying to rip open this very well taped cardboard box of which was labeled "Billy's clothes" which probably consisted of jean everything.

"Yo Dunne! Maybe for once in your life get off your ass, stop playing that guitar and fucking help me with this box that you finally probably tapped!" He eruptedly stop strumming his guitar as you started yelling profanities at him.

A loud "mother fucker" could be heard from your small apartment as you accidentally cut your hand with the knife you were using to try and open that stupid box with. 

"Hey, hey" Billy said, concerned as he made his way over to you. "Hey, lemme see that."

"I'm sorry." You said trying to wipe away your tears with your uncut hand.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about." Your boyfriend said with that beautiful Billy-like smile.

"I know, I know it's just I've been acting like a bitch towards unpacking and you and I've been way too fucking stressed with moving and packing and unpacking that I haven't gave anytime to us- oh and look now I fucking cut my hand!" You winced at the pain of you swinging your arm too hard. 

"Okay baby calm down, we don't want you any more hurt." Billy chuckled at your fanatics.

"Oh you think this is funny Billy?!" 

"Yeah I kinda do." Billy said, starting to laugh a little bit too hard. 

"Oh yeah? You think it's funny I got hurt working on this home while you sat on your ass with your fucking guitar! You said sarcastically, gesturing to Billy's guitar.

"Okay little lady sit down while I take care of these boxes." You hummed an okay as you went to go sit down on the only chair Billy thought of unpacking, shorty after that because you were so stressed and tired you ended up drifting off to sleep. 

As you slowly opened your as from the sounds of metal clanging together and the sound of you and Billy's "the doors" vinyl playing. 

"Oh good morning sleeping beauty." Billy said sarcastically because it was indeed 8 pm. "Feeling better?" 

"Yeah much." As you walked towards Billy you saw him pressed up against the stove.

"What are you making?" You said as you notice the freshly clean kitchen free of the boxes. 

"Pasta. And wine." Billy chuckled as he handed you a glass of the alcohol.

"Hmmm thank you." You said giving the man a kiss on the cheek. "I see you cleaned." You said gesturing to the clean floor.

"Yep, just for you baby." You hummed in agreement giving him another kiss this time on the lips.

"Hm taste this." Billy said putting the fork in front of your mouth so you could see If the pasta is ready to eat. 

"Hmm good." You hummed with a mouth full of pasta giving your boyfriend a thumbs up.

Billy dished up the pasta in 2 separate bowls, you grabbed one of the bowls and grabbed your glass of white wine that you sat down on the kitchen counter and made your way to your brand new living room to sit next to you and Billy's books and his guitar. 

You sat down on the floor and grabbed your wine and put the glass to your mouth to take a sip as you felt something cold in your lips. As you took the thing out of your mouth to see a small diamond ring make your mouth fall open.

"Dunne?" Billy hummed back at you still not taking his eyes off the pasta. "What is this?" You said holding the Diamond up in the air.

"Hm? Ohhhh. Come here you're so far away I don't think I can't see it very well." Your boyfriend said very flirty. 

You made your way towards him, as you step right in front of him he wrapped his arm around your waist and took the ring out of your hand and put it on your finger. 

"Oh yeah that I think it's for you."

"What?" You said stunned.

"Will you be my Mrs. Dunne?" He said softly.

"Omg." You said bringing your hands to his face. "You can't be serious."

"Oh I'm serious Mrs. Dunne?" He said as a question, seeing if you were going to say yes.

"OH MY GOD!" 

"IS THAT YES?" Billy said, yelling just as loud as you were. 

"of course it's a yes you stupid stupid man!" You said slapping his chest grabbing his face again giving him a very needed well passionate kiss. 

He pushed you on top of the counter still making out with you. 

You pulled away from the kiss to look at your beautiful ring. 

"Y/n Dunne that has a nice ring to it." You said looking your now husband directly in the eyes. 

[imiwrites]

can you write something for graham dunne where you’re apart of the band and secretly dating but you accidentally tell the band that you’re dating cuz you were drunk sorry if that was confusing 😭😭

I Said What?

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader

Sypnosis: You knew you weren't meant to say anything, but you can't help it when Graham is just so comfy.

WC: 1k

Warnings: drinking, accidental confessions

A/N: The hype for DJATS has died down now but I still eat it up. I love this silly little book with my whole heart.

masterlist

Getting drunk wasn’t something you weren’t used to. Since The Six had risen to fame, parties were a common occurrence for you and the band. There was a lively buzz coming from the crowd, and the alcohol in your system made you feel fuzzy on the inside. You were sitting next to Camilla on the couch, talking quietly to yourselves as the party continued. Occasionally, your eyes would meet with Graham’s, and he offered you a small smile.

“Who are you looking at?” Camilla nudged your side teasingly.

That was the only thing you hated about these parties. Graham. Your boyfriend. The tow of you had agreed to keep your relationship on the down low, especially with the band’s newfound fame. The last thing you needed was for the whole world to know about your relationship. Unfortunately, the whole world meant everyone, including your bandmates. It’s not that you didn’t trust them. You did, for the most part, but someone could easily slip up.

“Nothin’,” you shrugged, directing your attention back on Camilla, “Tryna see if I could spot anyone slightly interesting.” “No one’s caught you’re attention yet?” she hums, “You’ve looked over that way a few times now.” 

You inwardly curse at yourself for thinking Camilla wouldn’t notice your longing stares. She notices everything. 

“No, there’s never really anyone interesting at these parties anyway.” You say, grabbing your beer and taking a long sip of it. You screw up your nose a little, the strong taste hitting the back of your throat. 

Camilla nods her head, seemingly satisfied by that response. 

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞« 

Slowly, the party began to die down. The people left, and the house was now a complete mess, solo cups and bottles everywhere, leaving the floor quite sticky, and a prominent smell of alcohol lingered in the house. Even though the house was in desperate need of cleaning, you and the band sat on the couches, talking about everything and anything. The alcohol you drunk no longer had you feeling bubbly and talkative, instead you now felt sleepy. 

The need for sleep was getting to your head, and fast. You turn to the side, resting your head on Graham’s shoulder, allowing for your eyes to flutter shut. 

“Is my shoulder not good enough to be leant on?” Warren feigns shock from the other side of you. You opened your eyes, noticing him and the others actively staring at you. 

“No, I think I prefer my boyfriend, but thanks for the offer.” You say, smiling sweetly, before leaning back on Graham’s shoulder with your eyes closed.

“Your what?” Warren yells, his eyes flicking between you and Graham. 

Graham’s face is bright red, but you seem to out of it to realise what you actually said. 

“Shh, Warren, ‘m tired.” You groan instead, leaning in further to Graham’s touch. 

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed.” he whispers into your hair, also using it to partly hide his face.

You grumble slightly, but don’t necessarily disagree, so Graham gently says goodnight to the other band members, leading you back into your room. He places you down on the bed with ease, and he lifts up your legs to drape the blanket over you, knowing how much you hate waking up cold.

He flicks the lightswitch off, looking back at you and watching the way your chest rises and falls with each even breath you take. He smiles to himself, before shutting the door softly.

“Wanna tell us what that was about, Graham?” Eddie grins, and Graham felt his face flush.

“Well, I mean, Y/N, kinda said it all.” Graham says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“And you didn’t think to tell us?” Billy asks, and Graham shook his head.

“It’s not like that… it’s just… y’know, Y/N was worried. Rumours, all that shit. We didn’t really need anything going out to the public just yet. A-And it’s not that we don’t trust you guys! We do, but we were just getting big when we first got together, and we didn’t want someone to accidentally… slip up or anything.” Graham replies, trying to keep it together.

“I get it, don’t worry. And hey, for what it’s worth, you guys are really cute together. You got good, Graham.” Billy grins at him, and Graham smiles back.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

When you wake up the next morning, you aren’t shocked to find yourself still in your clothes from last night, makeup smudged everywhere, and a pounding headache. You get up slowly, taking a sip of the water left on your bedside table, undoubtedly from Graham. Holding your head, you change into some more comfortable clothes, an oversized shirt and a pair of leggings. Begrudgingly, you make your way out to the kitchen, hoping to find some paracetamol to stop the pain in your head. 

“Well, good morning to you, too.” Graham grins. He’s sitting at the table with Eddie and Warren, eating a piece of toast. 

“Morning,” You grumble back, searching through the cupboards for a tablet.

“Here, let me help you, love,” Graham says, getting up to help you search.

Hearing the name he just called you, you spun around fast, looking at him with wide eyes. “What?” you half-laugh, half stare blankly at him.

“You don’t remember?” Graham laughs, squeezing your side and planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “No…” you whisper. 

He leans down, whispering the events of last night in your ear. 

“I said what?!”

[ladystardust-thinks]

I've been missing Warren (djats) content around here, could you write smt with him? I was thinking abt a secret relationship, maybe? But feel free to add or adjust anything, thank you soooo much

(you can write with she/her pronouns if you want them specified) 🫶🏾🫶🏾

kiss you as the lights went out

warren rojas x reader

picture of your face in an invisible locket

thoughts on warren’s and reader’s secret relationship

(note to anon; the warren fics getting lost is probably something between the djats fandom dying (🫠) and the allegations. Sorry this was just a small drabble but I’m in a huge motivational whoop rn, ily.)

dividers

You and Warren weren’t a crazy story.

He’d been eyeing you since Pittsburgh and you weren’t really interested in his constant teasing and flirting, but when you moved to California, a lot changed. California was distanced and big, but still like a small town somehow. You found this warm familiarity in being able to wave at everybody from Canyon to the Strip.

You were both growing up and there weren’t a lot of these, familiar things. So you became each other’s.

As your debut as a band was just setting off, you had to make men know their place. You couldn’t have them walk around, uttering fabricated tales about you being in the band because you gave good head. So it was your fault. Or choice. Or both. A choice you changed your mind about. You’ve been in an actual, official relationship with Warren for a few months. Ever since Billy’s rehab.

Graham and Eddie weren’t very suspicious. They thought you had discipline and that Warren just never stopped sleeping with people, except that leg and that ball of hair on his bed were your’s.

~

“What?”

“What?”

“What are you thinking, War?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, your eyes just won’t shut up.”

You smile at him and Warren could swear your eyes were shining, it might have been the moon over the beach, or the myriads of probably spiked drinks you two had.

“You’re gonna kill me with that smile, cariño.”

~

There were moments like this, of privacy and plain affection, moments of randomly deciding to go dance at the beach with no music, stoned and wasted, with his hands in the back pockets of your jeans and his face buried in your neck, smelling the smoke, mixed with your perfume and alcohol, moments that made you think that you would keep it a secret forever, if it meant you could dance with him like this again.

Moments that made you sure of it, you were going to die with this man, even if no one else was to know that you did.

[vintagebunnies]

silver springs

rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader (daisy jones & the six au)

Corroded Coffin is in a desperate need for a new female lead, ready to change it up. Open auditions are held, people come and go, get turned away, until you eventually show up. (6.6k)

fem!reader, enemies to lovers, drug usage/mention, alcohol consumption, swearing, some angst, eddie’s a major douchebag! 18+ only!

chapter 1: rock ‘n’ roll suicide.

ཐི♡ཋྀ

Corroded Coffin was finally hitting it off. They were selling out stadiums and albums left and right, now known as one of the biggest thrash metal bands of the 90’s.

The boys never thought they’d get to this point, the highlight of rock ‘n’ roll. Having an opportunity to experience it all, being able to get the hell out of Hawkins without looking back. Girls practically fell at their feet, a huge difference from High School.

They don’t get strange looks anymore. Now if someone were staring at them, it would be because they were recognized out in public instead of degrading names and harsh glares. Getting gawked at by men and women alike.

Eddie had just finished writing a new song for their new album; Circle of Death.

Despite the harsh title, the songs were nothing of the sort. Eddie wanted to try diverging into something a little different. More softer.

Nothing too soft of course, as that would completely take away from their scene. But every metal band has done slower songs once, right?

The album was solely based around their lives as teenagers, lost love, and anything else someone’s mind can wander to. During the time Eddie spent planning and writing for this album, he basically isolated himself from everyone else. He wanted time to think things out thoroughly, making sure everything comes out properly and entertaining for their thousands of fans.

“Damn, he’s been in there for the past hour and a half,” Jeff stood in their studio, pacing and waiting for Eddie to get out of his daydream in the next room over.

“Think we should check up on him?” Gareth questioned.

“Yeah, he’s wasting time that we could’ve spent recording-“ Jeff was cut off by the sound of a heavy door slamming open.

“I finally finished this shit!” Eddie yelled with joy on his face.

“Jesus Christ!” Jeff jumped back.

Eddie barely paid any mind, grinning from ear to ear at his new song creation.

“What’s got you so happy?” Grant asked.

“Here, read it yourself,” Eddie handed Grant his notebook, a closed-mouth smile on his face.

Grant started reading it over, noticing all of the words that could’ve been but were erased. Eddie’s handwriting was almost hard to read, if the guys weren’t in the studio with him while he was jotting this down, they would’ve thought he was in a rush.

“Shit man, this is actually pretty good,” Grant handed the notebook over to Jeff who was reading over his shoulder. “Are you gonna make this a duet or somethin’?”

“Pfft, no,” Eddie snatched the notebook out of Jeff’s hands.

“Hey-“

“I’m perfectly capable of singing this myself,” Eddie closed the notebook shut. “I’ve done it before and I can do it again.”

“That’s actually a good idea Grant, maybe we should find someone to sing this with you,” Jeff suggested.

Eddie threw himself down on one of the plush velvet couches, tossing his notebook on the cushion right next to him. “What? One of you guys wanna sing a love song with me?”

“Of course I do, Eddie-bear,” Gareth joked, making kissy noises at Eddie. Eddie threw a pillow at Gareth’s head.

“No dude, I mean like-“ Jeff picked up the notebook, opening to the wrinkled page with the lyrics. “-what if we held auditions? I’m sure there will be plenty of girls lining up for the part.”

Eddie had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Jeff. He must’ve been pondering the idea as he looked completely lost in thought. Eventually, he did speak up.

“What happens if we don’t find someone?” He argued.

“Then it’ll just be a solo song, but hey, we’re fucking rockstars now dude, we have to change it up somehow.” Jeff declared.

The other guys agreed, this new album was supposed to be different from their other albums, it was supposed to contrast to their usual songs.

“Okay okay, fine, but you’ll have to ask Jim about it ‘cus he might not even agree.” Eddie grumbled out.

There were cheers filtering throughout the room, it was usually more difficult to get through Eddie and get him to agree with something, but the guys had a point. They needed to branch out into different styles, it’ll attract larger crowds.

So that’s what they did.

—

The next day rolled around pretty quickly, Jeff had already gone to Jim with their current idea for this new song.

Jim was their manager, he managed their music, he had the majority of the say on the do’s and don'ts of their music. He was mostly pretty lenient with them though, he thinks that whatever idea they all collectively have and agree on is a choice they can make for themselves.

He didn’t want to entirely make all of the rules for the band, letting them choose their own decisions.

So when Jeff came to him with the duet idea, he thought it was actually a pretty great idea. They’ve never done duets of this sort before, so it was bound to be a tad peculiar for them to do, but not necessarily a terrible idea.

“Alright boys, pull your pants up, auditions are in an hour.” Jim walked into the trailer that the boys shared.

It was nothing like the trailer Eddie lived in growing up, this trailer was much larger and spacious. There were only two rooms in total, but these rooms weren’t cramped and were just enough to fit them.

Eddie jumped up at the sound of Jim’s voice reverberating off the walls, he had a look of confusion on his face and his hair was all mussed up.

“An hour?” Eddie questioned.

“Thanks for notifying us in advance, man.” Eddie mumbled sarcastically.

It didn’t take long for the boys to get ready anyways, but Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least the slightest bit against the idea. He didn’t tell them his doubts, but he didn’t think that they needed another singer to make the band ‘different’.

He thought they were all perfectly fine with where they were at, content with the normalcy.

When the band arrived at the studio, there was already a line of people waiting to be let in. The message about auditions was just sent out yesterday, but since they grew such a large fan base, it wasn’t hard for the word to get around.

“Look at all these people man!” Gareth said excitedly.

Everyone except for Eddie was excited. This was their chance of change and trying things out.

They decided that it was best to let one person in at a time, as letting everyone in at once would be total chaos and strenuous.

Eddie was sat in a hard plastic chair right in the middle of the other guys. He looked disinterested and frankly uncaring for what was happening.

Some people sounded decent and some just sounded absolutely awful. You could pinpoint who exactly only came here to get into bed with the band. The line for auditions was getting shorter and shorter by the minute, and not one person has caught their eye.

They had no clue what they were looking for, but they just wanted someone good. Someone who had potential.

As they were calling the last of the names on the list, Eddie’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. You weren’t quite a prominent figure in the scene, but anyone who was in a band at the time at least knew your name.

You were a singer-songwriter. Anytime you’ve tried to release your first album, with songs already written for, you were turned away or always had someone trying to change up your own music. You became infuriated at the disrespect, most record labels only did it because you were a woman, and thought ‘this sounds better for you’.

That was bullshit. You knew what was better for you, and it was everything you’ve already had in your little journal you keep in your purse at all times.

When you walked into the padded recording room, it’s like everyone’s eyes lit up.

It was almost like you just had this orange aura surrounding you, you looked a lot different then the wannabe rockers that stepped into the studio that day.

You had these large gold hoops that hung from your ears, bangle bracelets decorating your wrists and jingling with every movement, these extremely short cut off denim shorts that showcased your legs, and brown suede knee high boots on your feet.

It was like you time traveled from the 70’s to the 90’s, this is what the band needed. If they wanted change then hell, were they going to get it.

When you sang, you drew everyone to you, just like a siren's song. It was impossible for Eddie to keep his eyes off of you. There was a slight raspiness to your voice when you sang, but still a soft honeyed undertone.

Eddie looked over to the boys next to him, they must’ve been lured in too, as their eyes could not leave you. He could practically read their minds and their every waking thought just by the looks on their faces.

You sang just a small snippet of Janis Joplin's Move Over.

When you spoke, it broke the trance they were in.

“Was that good?” You had your hands on the bulky headphones sitting on your ears, a slight smile on your lips.

The boys shared a mutual look. They finally found someone for the duet.

What better person than someone who was an aspiring musician anyhow?

Eddie was the first person to give you an applause, the first applause today for that matter. The guys all joined in, giving you approving smiles.

“That was definitely the best performance we’ve seen all day,” Jeff announced.

The boys all agreed, voicing their satisfaction.

They all made their way to the recording room you were in to greet you. You were absolutely over the moon, this moment felt surreal to you, your own career as a musician would finally take off.

Eddie didn’t really say much, just staying quiet the whole time. He thought you did great, just as the others did, but he still wasn’t sure about the duet. He felt that having someone else singing with him would throw him off, it also didn’t help that he just could not keep his eyes off of you.

“So, I’m gonna guess the applause meant I did good?” You asked.

“Yeah, absolutely! That was fucking awesome,” Gareth said exuberantly. “How ‘bout you Eddie?”

“Uh, yeah, you did good.” He was short with his words, giving a tight lipped smile.

All you did was slightly nod your head to his response, looking around the room. You could feel the tension, you didn’t want to just barge in on an already formed band, but they did have auditions. You weren’t going to miss your only opportunity.

Jeff slapped Eddie’s bicep with the back of his hand.

“Ow man, what the fuck?”

“So, Jim! Whatcha think?” Jeff turned to Jim.

“Well, she had the only decent performance today. It’s up to you guys,” Jim already knew you were going to be chosen for the spot.

Everyone but Eddie verbally agreed that you were perfect for the song, you had the look and the voice for it. You weren’t sure what was up with Eddie and why he was so distant from everybody, but you just chalked it up to that he just wasn’t a social person and went on.

This was just the beginning.

—

When you got back to your apartment later that night, you were elated. Everything went well, you were officially going to be able to release your own music now. If the guys like the way you perform in the duet, they were willing to let you in the band permanently.

It was perfect, you were able to set the future for young girls who aspired to become a musician. Being able to be that prominent figure in the scene right next to Joan Jett and Stevie Nicks.

The first thing you did when you got back was chuck your shoes off. You felt drained from the day you had, but you couldn’t complain. All you could think about was unwinding.

Your apartment was small, there were no hallways, everything was connected and separated just by thin walls.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened your bedside table drawer and took out a small baggie, taking it with you into your tiny living room.

You emptied the crushed powder onto your coffee table, inhaling it up your nose in one go. The burn hurt wonderfully. Giving you enough reprieve for the rest of the night. Everyone told you this was a horrible addiction, but you’ve heard it all already. You know.

But you weren’t going to let someone else run your life. This is what you wanted.

Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll.

Meanwhile, back at the trailer that the guys shared, Eddie was the only one who was still awake. He was drinking straight from the whiskey bottle, chugging large gulps after one another.

Eddie didn’t do well with change, he had enough of it for a lifetime. He didn’t want to do it again, so that’s why he refused to welcome you to the band with open arms.

He knew you’d do good during the actual performance on stage. He also knew what would happen afterwards. You’d be an official member of Corroded Coffin. It didn’t feel right to him.

Corroded Coffin was formed by four teenage boys who were trying to escape reality. They always dreamed of getting where they’re at now, but Eddie didn’t think they’d ever have to make room in the band for one more.

His only solution was to drink all of his problems away. He’d feel numb enough to finally fall asleep. Just like you, a fleeting moment of reprieve.

Eddie downed the last drop of the alcohol, it felt like fire in his throat, but filling up an empty spot in his stomach. He eventually succumbed to his fatigue, falling into sleep.

—

It was a Monday.

Monday’s are known to be the worst day of the week, but for the band, they’d probably say it was the best day of the week. They’re now able to practice and record as many songs as they possibly can, preparing for the long week ahead.

Eddie wasn’t so enthusiastic today though. For the entirety of this new upcoming week, you’d be officially recording the duet with him. He had really nothing to say to you, but his attitude spoke volumes.

The guys even realized his brooding mood, not once smiling, cracking jokes, or overall enjoying himself while doing the thing he loves the most. You started to become frustrated. You weren’t sure of what you did to be on whatever hate list Eddie has. Hell, the man hasn’t even fully gotten to know you yet!

If he was going to be that way, well, so were you.

“I think this line should be sung a little softer, I don’t think the screamo works for the lyrics.” You suggested.

“Softer? What about this band looks soft?” Eddie retaliated.

The both of you were standing in the recording room, side by side with Eddie’s tattered notebook on a stand for you to both read from. Eddie had to sort out which lines you were going to sing, and what he’d sing.

“I’m jus’ saying, maybe your fans would enjoy the slight change,” You said with a smug grin. You were trying to lighten the mood, unaware that you were just pissing him off even more.

“Well those fans, became fans cus’ of the ‘screamo’ you speak of,” Eddie put up air quotation marks with his fingers. “Besides, I was the one who wrote the song, so therefore I get a say on how it gets sung.”

“I’m not singing it then.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You wanted a duet partner so you’re going to get a duet partner,” You placed your hands on your hips. “Sometimes you don’t always get what you want.”

“Excuse me? Do I have to remind you that you were the one who chose to show up to those shitty auditions?” Eddie’s brows furrowed. You could tell you pulled a nerve.

“Do I also have to remind you that you were the one who also agreed to bring me into this? Why complain when I’m right here?” You stood face to face with him now. “I am the solution to this duet! If you don’t like my requests then fine, tell me to leave.”

Eddie was looking down at you, anger in his eyes and all over his face. He was actually really beautiful when you could see him this close. His freckles were like constellations on his cheeks and his nose, bangs resting lightly on his forehead.

He didn’t say anything, just scoffed and turned back to the lyrics in front of him.

“Fine, but that’s it. You start changing up these lyrics and you’re on your own.”

You smiled, delighted that you got your way.

Your cute little smile just irked Eddie even more. He was never this easy to negotiate with, but you were right. He did agree on letting you in the band for this song.

The both of you got right to rehearsing, not needing anymore time to have a dispute over the theme of the song. But you couldn’t help to notice that every time you attempted to sing, Eddie would just sing right over you even louder.

“Y’know, it would be great if I could actually hear myself,” You placed your hand on the notebook to catch his attention.

“It’s not my fault you can’t sing any louder.” Eddie mumbled, it was so quiet you just barely missed it.

“I don’t know what the fuck crawled up your ass today, but I highly suggest you pick it out.” You said with more irritation laced in your tone.

Eddie didn’t even respond, just placed his guitar back on the stand and walked towards the door, completely abandoning you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You questioned.

“Going to pick that thing you mentioned out of my ass.”

He just opened the door to the room and walked out, joining the other guys who were mindlessly fiddling with their instruments.

“What the fuck!” The guys in the other room looked up after hearing your muffled yelling from the next room over. You were standing there in the room alone, arms up next to you to display your annoyance.

“What happened in there, man?” Gareth asked.

“Nothin’.” Eddie said while grabbing a water bottle, then throwing himself down onto one of the couches.

Everyone’s attention diverted over to you when the heavy door slammed against the wall, and you stood there with a scowl on your face. Eddie didn’t even pay you any mind, keeping his concentration on the water bottle in his hands.

“You’re just gonna walk out like that?! We have yet to get anything done!” You yelled, the sound of your bracelets clanking together with every movement.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’, still not looking at you.

“You stormed out of the room over a stupid comment, I don’t know how the hell you made it this far in this industry with your huge ass ego.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Your response seemed to throw him off guard.

“Oh yeah, ‘cus my ego brought me to auditions for a band right? Hopin’ to make it big through someone else’s fame. Hoping that maybe the songs in my notebook will make it further than the same four walls of my room.” Eddie stood up after that, throwing the plastic bottle onto the cushions.

You were speechless. Embarrassed. You didn’t want the other guys to think you were using them to boost your own music, but Eddie made it loud and clear how he thought about you. You weren’t sure you could take anymore of his cold attitude.

“Fine. Have it your way then, good luck finding someone else who will deal with you, ‘cus I’m fucking done.” With that, you turned on your heels and gathered your stuff, making your way to the exit.

“Hey! Wait!” Jeff tried to get you to come back.

You ignored their protests to get you to turn around, slamming the door behind you leaving a resounding ‘thud’ through the room.

“What the fuck man!” The guys were all visibly pissed at Eddie, you were their only chance at change, and they felt like Eddie blew it for them all.

“Dude, do you realize how difficult it was to find someone in this city who was actually good?!” Gareth was equally just as upset.

“We’ll find someone else, it’s L.A. It’s not the end of the world.” That’s all Eddie said to them, following right behind you and leaving himself.

No one chased after him, letting him go figure out this mess on his own. They didn’t know why he was being such an asshole, he was usually never like this towards anyone. Always giving everyone a chance and the benefit of the doubt. But he just couldn’t make an exception for you.

—

It’s been days since the guys have heard from you, you went completely silent. If only they knew what was really happening.

Since that day, you’ve fallen in a complete catatonic state, shutting out the rest of the world around you. Everything was for once going your way, and now it just crashed and burned. Eddie absolutely humiliated you, and showed no remorse for doing so.

You found solace in a bag of quaaludes you found in your kitchen drawer, it was the only thing among other drugs that calmed your racing mind. Right now you laid haphazardly on your couch, staring up into the ceiling. The world was spinning, but that was normal. You took more than usual tonight, but nothing beyond the point than you’ve taken before.

You wanted nothing more than to punch Eddie’s beautiful face, maybe tell everyone who adored him how he really was. He was nothing more than a douchebag.

Fame must’ve fucked him up, made him grow some type of superiority complex. He tells the same sad story of his childhood to get sympathy from thousands of people, but behind closed doors he’s nothing more than a narcissistic douchebag.

The few pills you’ve taken weren’t enough, you needed something else to take your anger away. Something to calm you down more.

You stood up on shaky legs, staggering over to your kitchen holding onto the counters as you go. You grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey from your counter, drinking straight from the bottle. Your hands were just as unstable as your legs, barely able to hold the glass bottle.

You made the trek back over to your living room, right before your legs decided that they didn’t want to work properly anymore, making you stumble over your own two feet and dropping the bottle. The glass shards slid everywhere, the brown liquid inside creating a puddle. At that point, all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the rest of your life.

As cautiously as possible to avoid getting glass up your foot, you crawled over the couch and face planted into the cushions. Hoping by the time you woke up, you’d be reoriented enough to function properly.

You woke up what felt like days later to a heavy hand banging on your front door.

“Go away.” Your scratchy voice yelled out.

The knocking just got louder, not showing any sign of stopping.

“I said, fucking go away!” You lifted your head from the cushions.

“It’s me. Jeff.” His voice was muffled from the barrier of the door.

Hearing his name, you shot up. You’ve been refusing to speak with them since the argument, wanting to stay as far from Eddie as possible.

You sobered up since a few hours ago, the world wasn’t spinning as much anymore, making it easier to stand up and walk. You made sure to keep a look out of the scattered glass, staying physically aware of furniture around you.

When you got to the door, you unlocked the locks on your flimsy door handle, opening the door just enough so that he’d see you and not get a peek at your apartment's current state.

“Hi.” Your throat burned.

You were sure you looked like a mess. Only wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Your hair was most definitely all over the place, and your makeup was smeared all over your cheeks.

“Hey,” Jeff’s eyes lit up when you opened the door. “Jus’ wanted to check up on you, you haven’t returned our calls,”

“Oops, forgot to pay the phone bill.” You tried to joke, but no smile found its way on your face.

“Can we talk? I didn’t have a chance to fully speak with you after, y’know..” He scratched the back of his head, looking away briefly.

You laughed through your nose, “After Eddie was a dick to me? Yeah, kinda wanted to keep my distance.”

“Uhm, ignore the mess..” You mumbled while hastily sweeping up the broken glass shards. The majority of the whiskey had dried up, leaving a decent size stain in the wood flooring.

“Oh shit- Lemme help with that.” Jeff went and grabbed paper towels, wiping up whatever liquid was left.

The clutter of glass was quickly cleaned. You’d have to get a rug to cover the stain.

“Sooo, what did you want to talk to me about?” You turned to him, throwing yourself onto your tiny sofa and crossing your legs criss-cross.

“Everything, really,” Jeff chuckled. “I feel like we left off on a bad note. With Eddie freaking out and then walking out, I couldn’t really say much to you.”

You were picking at a loose thread on the couch.

“Listen, we would love you to be in the band. Fuck what Eddie says. It’s three against one, his word means nothing,” He leaned forward, his hands clasped together in front of him.

“Eddie didn’t have it easy growing up, so anyone new that comes in his life, he has this habit of just sabotaging himself and his image. He didn’t mean it.” He had sincerity in his eyes.

“Sometimes he’ll be that way, but it’s just Eddie. He never really opened up to us about anything that’s goin’ on in his head, but that’s ‘cus he’s scared of being ignored.” Jeff looked down to his hands. “Please don’t tell him that I told you this.” He looked back up at you.

You just laughed, leaning back onto the couch and drawing your knees to your chest.

“I had a shit life too, but you don’t see me goin’ around and being a total asshole to people.” You said.

“My mom only had me to make another man jealous, to show him that she can get laid and have another man’s baby. She never loved me. By the time I was fourteen? My mom was gone,” You hugged your arms around yourself. “She ran off with said man who she tried to make jealous.”

There was silence, tension even. It was so thick it was suffocating, no one said anything.

“To this day she refuses to talk to me, trust me, I’ve tried. But if there’s one way to get her to hear me, see me, it’s this. I wanna show her I made something of myself without her shit parenting.” Your brows were furrowed, anger infiltrated your mind at the mere thought of your mother.

Silence again. You looked up to Jeff to see if he was even listening, and there it was. He was looking at you with pity. You wish there was a rewind button so you could just turn back time and not say anything at all. Just keep quiet and let him think Eddie is the victim. You hated the pitying looks you’d get, the last thing you need is for someone to feel sorry for you.

You’ve experienced enough sorrow.

“Anyways, I’ll come back. Eddie’s not gonna run me out, he’s gonna deal with me whether he likes it or not.” You said, sitting up straight.

Jeff’s face just lit up, akin to a child’s face in a toy store. He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you, you won’t regret this. I promise you this time.” He replied, making his way to the front door. You stood up and followed right behind him.

“You can come back on Saturday, the weekends are less hectic and Eddie is less likely to blow up,” He turned around to look at you, hand on the doorknob.

“And.. I’m sorry about what happened with you and your mother,” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to go far, Y/N.”

He gave you a small smile and left.

Those words will replay in your head for the rest of the night. Hell, probably for the rest of your life.

You’re gonna go far, you’re gonna shove it in your mothers face and tell her, ‘I did it’.

—

Saturday came very quickly.

Maybe you were trapped in your mind, but you were nervous. You felt like a kid going to a new school. You aren’t new, though. You’ve been here before, you’ve done this.

Walking into the studio granted you a little relief, Eddie wasn’t there yet. It was only Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and yourself. It was almost like a weight was lifted off your chest. Sure, maybe him arriving and you already being there was worse than getting there when he was here, but the guys aren’t going to let him boss you around.

“We’re so glad you’re back, it didn’t feel right without you here.” Gareth voiced.

“Let’s hope I don’t regret coming back.” You said with a smile.

A few minutes in, and all of the guys were conversing with you. It felt like you’ve known them for years. You were so deep in conversation that you didn’t notice Eddie walk through the door. He just stood there in the doorway, staring at you.

“What’s she doin’ here?” He questioned.

“She’s here ‘cus we need her, you know that.” Jeff replied.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and walked in, walking right to the recording room. “Well? We just gonna sit here, or are we gonna get shit done?” Eddie questioned bitterly.

“Yup.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag that was resting on the ground and grabbing the pill bottle inside.

The small pills rattled around in the bottle. Your drug of choice today was Dextroamphetamine. Different from the usual quaaludes, but it was all you had in your bag currently and you knew you were going to need it.

You quickly popped a few of the pills into your mouth, swallowing them with ease. Dexies help you focus more, and maybe you’ll be more calm throughout rehearsing.

You hurriedly made your way to the live room, not wanting to fuel the fire that was already brewing inside Eddie.

“We’re gonna need to start over, since you probably don’t remember where we left off.” Eddie said emotionless, not even looking at you.

“I actually do remember where we left off, but we should start from the top anyhow. You were the one who stormed out.” You were quick with your response, not looking at him either.

“That’s funny, ‘cus I’m not the one popping pills.” He lowered his voice.

Your hand tightened around the mic stand you were holding. You weren’t going to respond to him, no matter what you said back it wouldn’t warrant a great reaction from him.

The guys walked into the room with big smiles on their faces, laughing and fooling around.

“You guys ready to officially start this!” Gareth yelled out.

Neither you or Eddie really replied, both murmuring out a quiet ‘mhm’. At that everyone immediately took their places; Gareth at the drums, Jeff at the bass, Grant at guitar, you and Eddie both doing vocals while Eddie has his guitar as well.

The song started out slowly, no need for heavy instruments. This song didn’t necessarily require anything heavy anyways, but it was still nice to keep a few of the thrash metal elements to the music, no matter how fast or slow the song was. You had the majority of the vocals, but Eddie had a few.

Things were just a little different this time. You weren’t expecting Eddie to let you off that easily, he only asked why you were here and that’s it. You felt that was a major upgrade from last time. But of course, it wouldn’t be Eddie if he didn’t ignore you most of the time.

You could tell he was trying his hardest to not make eye contact with you. You were able to feel him glancing at you, but whenever you made the move to turn your head and look at him yourself, he’d quickly turn away, putting his focus back into the written lyrics or his guitar.

By the end of the first half of practice, your throat hurt. Your voice had a raspiness to it from the strain, but it felt great. You were on cloud nine. Everything was finally falling back into place, you felt that high that you’d only get when you smoked weed and drank, even though you only took a few pills.

“Holy shit! That was fucking awesome!” Grant shouted out.

“Hell yeah it was! This rehearsal was so much better than last time!” Gareth yelled back.

It was time for a much needed break, everyone made their way back into the main room of the studio.

“What did you guys think of that?” You asked while sitting on the red velvet armchair, taking a small sip out of your bottled water.

“That was even better than your audition, dude! I mean, not that your audition wasn’t good, but this was like, hundred times fucking better!” Jeff exclaimed.

You giggled at his enthusiasm. Jeff reminded you of a brother you never had, you’d picture this is what having a brother would feel like. Even though you’ve known him for a total of a week, he treated you like you’ve known him for ages. Never once letting the awkwardness of meeting someone for the first time appear between you both.

“Maybe once this album gets debuted, we can record some of the songs I’ve written? We can release it as an album for the band as a whole,” You suggested.

Eddie looked up at you at that one.

“Already planning that far ahead?” He asked. “We have yet to even perform this one, why don’t you wait before jumping to something new?”

You scowled. “No need to get so uptight, it was just a suggestion.” You bit back. His attitude towards you has been hot and cold all day, sending out mixed signals constantly. You were never able to tell how he was actually feeling, one minute he acted like he liked you at least a little, then the next he acted as if you were the worst thing to walk this planet.

“I’m jus’ sayin’.” Eddie had a bored expression on his face, as if your existence was an inconvenience.

You just rolled your eyes, not interested in getting into another heated debate with him. You chugged half of your water bottle, knowing that once you leave the studio today you’d have to stop at the liquor store to buy another bottle of whiskey, or maybe something stronger.

“Okaaay you two! Maybe we should end break early today, we need to practice as much as we can.” Grant suggested.

Jeff and Gareth both agreed, Eddie only nodding in response. You didn’t really care for the break, wanting to take up as much practice as you can.

Walking into the recording room was less exciting as it was before, it seems like Eddie ruined the mood once again with his comments towards you.

“Maybe we should find a certain part of the song to focus on, there’s some parts we need to fix,” You offered. Eddie seemed to hate that idea, as he scoffed.

“I thought the guys sounded fine, so I’m not sure what parts need fixing.” Eddie responded. The statement wasn’t outright rude, but it was just the tone in his voice that set you off. As if he was suggesting you were the problem.

“I don’t know, you wrote the lyrics, so you tell me.”

“It’s definitely not the lyrics, maybe it’s the person who’s singing them.”

“Okay, I get it. We left on a bad note last time, but I still don’t understand why you’re always such a bitch to me. I have done nothing to you!” You threw your hands in the air.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done when you’ve had this, I don’t know, two-faced attitude towards me,” You were fuming at this point, you didn’t care the guys were watching. “One minute you seem fine with me being here, maybe even enjoying my presence, and then the next minute you’re just- you’re- an egotistical prick!”

“Let’s not do this. We gave you a second chance, you’re lucky you’re even back here. We have shit we have to get done.” Eddie surprisingly showed no want in arguing, but you knew deep down he’d love nothing more than to get under your skin. But you also didn’t want to argue. But you also couldn’t stand him shutting you out and trying to silence you.

“This is what I fucking mean.” Your response was less fierce. The ongoing back and forth between you two was tiring, it was getting hard to keep up with, and you’ve only been here for a day and a half.

You just sighed and turned your attention back to the sheet music. You knew when to continue fights and when to stop them, and in this moment it was best to just let it go for now. Mainly for the sake of the others, not Eddie.

The rest of rehearsal was a bit rocky, some pauses here and there and sharp glares exchanged between you and Eddie. You made sure you stopped to grab another bottle of whiskey before heading home for the night.

Next week was going to be a long, long week.

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[reasonsmandy]

Your daughter’s father

Camila Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Not sure whether ur taking requests buttt could you do a camila dunne fic where the reader and camila are secret lovers but after while in bed reader tells camila that is has to stop bc she wants something real and full of love or smth. smut, angst plssss

✧.* summary — you met Camila at the most troubled moment of her life so far, and during that time, you bonded with each other, creating a strong and cherished relationship. Until Billy returns from rehab ruining what was building between you.

✧.* warnings — Smut, MINORS DNI, sad ending.

✧.* word count — 1.4k

✧.* 🫀— Camila's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Hello everyone! How are you doing? I hope everything is amazing, I'm traveling this week so I'll be writing just a little... But! As always, please, feel free to ask me anything :)

You watched your neighbors' backyard from the window of your house, little by little boxes were being packed and there was a lump in your throat. You try to ignore it, but ever since Billy came back things had been like that, distant, as if you were observing something that was so close to you now as paintings in a museum.

Warren leaves through the front door towards his van, he and Eddie had already told you that they were going out to the cinema that afternoon, a while later Graham's girlfriend arrived and with them Karen joined them to the beach. The last person you see leave the door some time later is Billy, you couldn't tell where he was going and honestly you didn't want to know, all that mattered was that he was finally gone.

You left your house as quickly as you could, knocking on the door three times hoping that Camila would open it soon. When her figure appears you don't take long to kiss her, surprised she gasps and after a few seconds she reasons and kisses you back urgently.

“Have you gotten tired of me since your hubby arrived, huh? You whisper against her neck, trailing your kisses down her jaw and neck. You had missed the sighs it caused the brunette in front of you.

“No…” She murmurs, letting out a heavy sigh then, holding your hair. “I just, fuck, I -”

You smile against her skin, pulling away to find her dilated pupils showing her need for you. She feels herself falling apart under your gaze, knowing that you could hold her, needing your hold.

“You just what?” You question, whispering.

“He didn’t leave the house.” She justifies herself, and you smile sarcastically.

You get closer to her, touching your noses, still looking deeply at her, she could feel your breathing and it made her feel unsteady. She wraps her arms around your neck, wanting you closer and closer.

“Jules is sleeping, you know?” She whispers, stroking the strands of her hair. “Don’t you want to enjoy this time with me?”

“Do we have the house to ourselves?” you ask, wanting to confirm. Camila nods.

You place her against the wall, kissing her even more intensely, her hands urgently pulling your hair with desire and longing. You squeeze her waist, showing that you want her closer and closer, guiding her to the couch where he made her lie down so you could admire her.

“Take your clothes off.” You ask as you sit on the floor to observe her figure better.

You watch her take off her dress little by little, and you knew this was something she did to tease you. When she was completely naked and the day's wind hit her skin making her shiver, you decided to give her other reasons to shiver. You spread her legs and touch her gently, receiving moans and whimpers asking you for more.

Your smile reveals how much you enjoy every minute, and when her body explodes with pleasure you continue to stimulate her until she scratches your arms with pleasure. You get up to kiss her lips tenderly, she wraps you in her arms as she feels your lips against hers for a few seconds.

“Can we go upstairs?” She asks, pulling away from your kiss.

Your heart flutters with each step on the way to your room, you've been there before but now something is different. Billy's return from rehab had been a turning point in your relationship. You met her when you moved in next door and slowly couldn't help but fall in love with her kind and unique soul.

She had been very accepting since your move, you were together every day since her friends and her husband were on tour. She felt very abandoned and alone, you gradually got closer and gave each other this support, gradually it became something more like affection here and there, silly hands and at the end passionate kisses. You surrendered to this relationship little by little and with everything you had, you were falling in love.

The room where you used to spend early mornings and afternoons taking care of each other and, after Julia was born, taking care of the baby. It had become the place where Billy gradually became part of the life of the woman you loved, She pulls you out of your thoughts by throwing your body against your bed and kissing you once again.

“I missed us.” She says, taking off your blouse, and kissing your entire neck, making you gasp against her mouth.

“Are you sure about this?” You say comically, making her look up into your eyes.

“Do you want me to prove it to you?” She says taking your kisses lower and lower, you can't help but moan.

She slowly opens your legs wanting more access so she can taste you, she works magic with her mouth and tongue making you tighten the sheets while rolling your eyes.You really missed being by her side, both sexually and on your days off laughing and having fun, when you let out a louder moan letting your body relax with pleasure she looks up into your eyes and licks her lips making the butterflies in your stomach dance.

She lies next to you while you put on your clothes, and observe the woody ceiling that you often observed together. But instead of her snuggling into your chest like usual, she lays down a little further away, you frown and let the air out of your lungs.

She looks at you and perhaps notices your shy figure, You try not to look back because you know you would want to pull her close and tell her you love her.

“Are you okay Y/N?” She asks, sitting up. “Something happened? I did something?”

You just deny it, sitting and watching Júlia's crib next to you.

“How are you holding up?” You ask, your voice low. “I mean, you weren’t okay with all of this and Billy’s return either.”

“We are rebuilding our relationship. I think, he seems to be wanting to change.” You let out a disbelieving laugh, she looks at you trying to understand.

“I’m sorry Cami, I just…” You shrug, looking at her finally. “I thought he would be part of Julia's life.”

“Of course he will, he’s her father.” Camila agrees with you.

“No Cami, I thought he would be just that, your daughter’s father.” You let go at once, leaving her surprised.

She stays silent, you let out a sad and heavy sigh. Getting ready to get up, she holds your waist.

“Where are you going?” Her voice was now choked, you shrugged.

“What is my role here? Look, I don't want to be your lover while you have a happy life with that guy.” You let out, trying to hold your tears.

“I don't want you to feel this way.” she says, stroking her fingers. “You know you’re important to me.”

You let her speak, watching her with your teary eyes.

“Just me, Billy and I have a history.” Camila says looking down. “Of course, it had its obstacles, you know that, but I feel like we can make it happen. That he and I can improve so we can have the family we dream of and-”

“Camila, he left you in labor alone!” you say in disbelief.

“He was going through sobriety issues, come on, you know-”

“What I know is that he left you completely helpless during your pregnancy, cheated on you while you were carrying your daughter and even left you while you were giving birth!” Little by little your voice became more indignant.

“You wouldn't understand...” she says and that's when you let your tears fall, feeling trapped in a nightmare. “You don't stop loving someone when things get hard, at least I can't…”

“I wouldn't understand? You being serious right now?” You say with a choked voice. “I love you, I was with you here from the beginning even with everything falling apart. And I don't understand?”

She doesn't answer you, you agree with her silent statement.

“Honeys, I'm home!” Warren's voice emanates from downstairs.

“I can't do this, I'm sorry.” You say, adjusting your clothes as you wipe away your tears. “I love you too much to see you unhappy, and if that's what you want. I will leave you to it.”

“Hey, we can talk about this…” Camila begs, you deny with your head, opening the bedroom door.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be next door.” You say before disappearing through the door.

She watches you leave with a tightness in her chest, which unfortunately wasn't big enough to make her ask you to turn around. Days later, you watch her leave the house alongside her husband and daughter with boxes, momentarily your eyes connect and you feel your heart give up with the smile that indicated goodbye.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑹𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓!𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 - 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒂𝒖

𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑰 - 𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

May, 1988

The sun beamed through the chipped windshield of Eddie's 1971 Chevy as he made his was through the city of Chicago. Taking quick glances at his map every chance he got, his eyes honed in on the big red pen mark circling his new address.

Truth be told, Eddie wouldn't have believed it if he were told a few months back that he would be uprooting his life one state over. He wasn't much of a plan kind of guy, so this move was rather spontaneous. The town of Hawkins no longer felt like home but a prison, it's tight shackles a reminder of the simpleton lifestyle he was bound to lead if he stayed in this godforsaken place. He dreamt of a bigger life, for it to have meaning. And if he couldn't attain it in Indiana, perhaps Illinois was the place to be.

He finally pulled over to the side of the road next to a dilapidated building. He put the car in park and glanced at his map once more, then back at the rough looking structure. Eddie caught a glimpse of a golden plate on the brick wall reading '242' and sighed. The number, unfortunately, corresponds with the address on his lease. He could only hope for a nicer interior as he climbed out of the driver's seat and walked towards the building.

Upon entering his new residence, his prior optimism was shattered by more unfavorable characteristics. The building had a distinct smell that Eddie couldn't quite place, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant one. It reminded him of his great aunt's home that reeked of cigarettes and peppermint, only so much worse. He tried not to think about too much, making his way up the flight of stairs. As he came to his apartment door, he noticed a small note taped to the door. He squinted as he attempted to read the scribbled writing:

'See 87 for key' the note read.

Assuming this was the work of his landlord, he began looking for the number eighty seven. The apartment was relatively easy to find, given that the building only had 2 flights of stairs. Eddie noted that his landlord lived directly above him before knocking on the door. He took a step back as he waited for a response.

A few seconds passed, then a whole minute did and still... No answer. Not wanting to seem too eager, he decided against knocking again. This decision was forfeited once 2 minutes elapsed without any sign of life inside that apartment. Eddie knocked once again, this time more forcefully which, luckily, yielded results. An older gentlemen with large bi-focal glasses opened the door, smiling, though he did look a tad frazzled.

"Can i help you?" he asked, pushing the bridge of his glasses up his nose.

"I think so... Uh, i hope so." he nervously chuckled. "I'm moving into 82...." he trailed off, pointing at his feet in reference to the vacant apartment below them.

"Oh, yes. Eddie, is it?" the man asked, eyeing him up and down curiously.

Eddie nodded, feeling slightly uneasy under his landlord's inquisitive gaze.

"Brian, pleasure." the old man extended his hand while smiling.

They shook hands and Eddie was taken aback by Brian's strong grip, especially considering his small stature. He handed Eddie the key and gave him the rundown of the building. Despite it's dodgy appearance, this appeared to be a great place to live. Rent was affordable, his landlord was nice and the interior of his bachelor pad was newly renovated.

After two hours and several tedious trips up and down the stairs, Eddie was finally settled in. He sat on the window seat overlooking the city, feeling excited for the morning to come. When it eventually did, he embarked on then next task at hand; finding a job. He figured it wouldn't be too difficult in a city this size, and began wandering the streets, walking into all shops and bars in sight within walking distance from his home.

Eventually, he found a shoe store that was hiring. Now, this wasn't the kind of excitement he was hoping for, but given his circumstance and dire need for cash, it would have to do for now.

_

Following a closing shift one Saturday night, he decided to venture down the bustling street, figuring a night out on the town would lift his spirits. Luckily the shoe store wasn't strict on attire, so Eddie rolled out of there wearing his nicer pair of jeans along with a Van Halen band tee and his trusty leather jacket. He eventually stumbled upon a small rock junction with a flashing neon light reading 'LIVE! SHOWS! EVERY! SATURDAY!'

Obnoxious advertising aside, he was intrigued, and decided to give this place a chance. He felt right at home once her entered, noting that it was very clearly a dive bar similar to the one he used to play at with his former band back in Hawkins.

Given it's size, it didn't take much time for him to find the bar and order himself a beer. His usual go to of Pabst Blue Ribbon was anything but his favorite, but it was the cheaper option. He thanked the bar tender and found a spot to stand within the small crowd gathered near the stage. Eddie noticed almost instantly the lead singer's inebriated state as he swayed and screeched the lyrics into the mic. Eddie quickly took a large sip of his beer in an attempt to hide the grimace forming on his face. He hoped that maybe after a few drinks himself, the drunkard would sound better.

He didn't.

The band carried on for another 10 excruciating minutes, the crowd filing out of the bar as they tried to escape the horrendous performer. Eddie stayed put though, amused yet feeling sorry for the rest of the band mates who looked absolutely horrified.

Without warning, the man hurled the mic down to the ground, causing a shrill ring to blast through the sound system. He then stumbled off the stage, yelling words at his bandmates that Eddie couldn't quite make out before stumbling out the back door.

Eddie downed the rest of his beer, placed it on a nearby table waiting to be bussed and headed out the front door. Once outside, he leaned against the brick wall, sighing as he looked for his pack of cigarettes.

'What a night.' he thought to himself.

His attention was diverted to the front door swinging open and an agitated woman storming out. Eddie avoided eye contact, trying to mind his business and not irritate her further.

"Got a light?" she blurted out, staring directly at him.

Eddie froze at the sudden interaction, eyes widening. He quickly snapped out of it, hurriedly digging in his pocket to retrieve it. He pulled out the small blue lighter, flicking it before the cigarette placed between her lips.

Once he successfully lit it, they stood together quietly, Eddie not daring to speak a word. From experience, he knew better than to try to feign encouragement to make someone feel better about a clearly shitty situation. The antsy woman paced around for a bit, before turning to face him once more.

"You don't happen to know any available front men, do you?"

Eddie chuckled at her desperate, unexpected plea. "Uh.. none that you'd be interested in". he responded while putting out his cigarette.

She perked up. "What do you mean by that?"

"None in the city, i mean..." he quickly corrected himself.

"Shit..." she muttered under her breath, her disappointment very evident.

Eddie felt bad for bending the truth... He would be a front man, hell he was one once! But this band was different than anything he had ever played before, and he knew better than to try to live up to an expectation he knew he couldn't live up to.

"Well, thanks for the light." She offered a kind smile before retreating inside the bar.

"Good luck!" Eddie called out, truly wishing her the best.

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June, 1988

It had been a month now since Eddie had moved to the city, and he had become quite comfortable here. He finally ditched the shoe store, finding work at a record store where he restored donated instruments, a gig that proved to be urgently needed given how many busted up Les Pauls' ended up in his care. He had yet to make any friends, apart from his co-workers, but that felt like plenty for now. Especially since his time off was mostly spent wandering the nearby shops or visiting friends and Wayne back in Hawkins.

The only real complaint he could think of was with his landlord, Marvin, who had a nasty habit of falling asleep at the drop of a dime. This would often result in the tap being left on causing flooding in his apartment. This, in turn, would lead to the flooding of Eddie's apartment as well.

Despite Eddie's patience and understanding for the older gentleman, he had reached his breaking point one morning when he was awoken by the uncomfortable feeling of damp sheets surrounding him.

"...what... the fuck..." he mumbled while sitting up from his drenched mattress. He instinctively looked up just as a droplet of water splatted on his forehead. "God dammit!!" he screeched, the covers flinging off of his body and onto the floor from the motion of him launching out of bed.

He hurried to his closet where he practically ripped his house coat off the hanger, shoving his arms through the sleeves and tying the loose belt around his waist. He stormed up the staircase and hurried over to apartment 82.

After knocking several times with varying amounts of force, the brass door creaked open. Marvin appeared in the doorway looking rather disheveled, wearing a similar house coat to Eddie's. The older gentlemen chuckled at the sight of his young tenant, not used to seeing him look so.. flustered. "I'm sorry Eddie, you know how i get after I've had tea." was all the gentleman offered as he looked at him apologetically.

Eddie often wondered if the tea in question happened to be laced with some type of sleep agent. Nevertheless, he no longer wanted to deal with it, deciding right then and there to look for new places to live.

His search for one bedroom apartments proved to be a challenge, as most of the places he was interested in were way out of his budget. He was forced to look for bedrooms to lease, even though he wasn't keen on the idea of having roommates.

After a slew of disappointing visits to sketchy buildings with even sketchier people, he had but two ads in the paper left to respond to. One was on the far side of town, and the other was a room a few blocks away from his place. He figured he'd start with the further option since the description of the place sounded a lot nicer than the latter.

After a lengthy cab ride, the car pulled up to a building stained with light blue paint lazily applied onto the brick wall. He exited the cab after paying the driver and made his way into the building. Despite the unkept exterior, the lobby was very nice and even came equip with an elevator, something Eddie wasn't so lucky to have where he currently resided.

He eagerly got into the elevator, pressing onto the number four until it illuminated, signaling it's final destination before promptly shutting the doors. Finding the listed apartment was fairly easy given the small amount of homes per floor. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for his potential roommates to answer. He only had to wait a couple of seconds for the door to swing open, a stark contrast from how long it takes for Marvin to respond.

"No shit!" a familiar voice exclaimed.

'"Oh, hey!" Eddie replied, surprised to find the keyboard player from the bar standing before him.

"What? What is it?" came a muffled voice from another room.

"Just some guy i know." the woman responded, smiling amusingly. Eddie couldn't help but smirk at her response. 'Some guy i know' was generous given their brief interaction a month ago.

"Eddie." he said introducing himself.

"Well, Eddie, you come to see the place?" she began before extending her hand. "I'm Steph."

"Uh, yeah! I saw your ad in the paper..." he shook her hand in return.

"Why you moving, Eddie?" the voice called from afar. "You get evicted or something?" he questioned challengingly.

"Don't mind him." Steph responded while smiling warmly, a stark contrast to her annoyed tone. "He assumes the worst in people."

"Because people are the worst!"

She rolled her eyes in response. "Well, come on in! It's a two bedroom, but we converted the living room into a bedroom, which don't worry! Is not the room you'll be staying in!" she spoke rapidly while making her way through each room. Eddie followed along, though he struggled to keep up.

Steph guided him to the bedrooms, urging Eddie to enter the larger vacant one. "This is the master," she stated. "perks include more space and access to the fire escape!"

Eddie stepped inside to have a look. Although he liked what he was seeing, he wanted to make sure it wasn't too good to be true.

"And you said 200$?" he asked while inspecting the room.

"A month, yeah. Usually we'd get you to pay first and last's but... We're kind of desperate..." she admitted, trailing off.

"Desperate, huh? Well, when could i move in?"

"Tomorrow's good!" she eagerly responded.

Eddie raised his eyebrows, unable to prevent the chuckle from escaping his lips. Just then, a man appeared behind her, presumably the voice that rang through the apartment earlier.

"You're really dropping the ball here, Stephanie." he teased as he put both hands on her shoulders. She quickly shrugged them off of her, turning to glare. "Eddie, is it?" the man continued.

Eddie hummed in acknowledgment.

"Tom." he said dryly.

"Or Thomas if he's being a real prick." Steph chimed in, clearly retaliating for his prior use of her full name.

"Don't call me that." Tom said in a stern manor, pointing a threatening finger at Eddie.

"Noted, Steph and Tom." Eddie reassured, raising both hands up defensively. He had to admit, Tom's attitude was slightly off-putting and he certainly found his and Steph's dynamic odd, but amusing nonetheless. Despite this, Eddie felt that he was a pretty good judge of character, and apart from this small quirk, the lack alarm bells sounding off in his brain helped him make a decision.

He took a leap and agreed to move in, which in tern, caused Steph to leap as well.

Literally.

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September, 1988

Despite everything that resulted in Eddie seeking a new apartment and Steph's eager offer for him to move in so soon, he chose to give Marvin a few month's notice out of respect. After all, he wasn't a bad guy, he just had a bad habit.

Luckily, there were no more incidents leading up to him leaving and soon enough, moving day came. Much to his surprise, his new roommates offered a helping hand, though Tom seemed less than pleased. What would have normally taken Eddie a full day, only took two hours.

Once all of his belongings were set in his room, Eddie walked around his new place, taking in small details he hadn't noticed before. For example, the collection of shot glasses neatly placed on a hanging shelf near the kitchen. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face, the arrangement reminded him of his uncle's collection of mugs back at the trailer.

Steph appeared behind him, gazing up at the shelf. "Oh, yeah! Just a.. silly little thing i like to do." she stated, seeming proud of the display.

"My uncle's got a bunch of mugs he collects, too."

"Does your uncle steal them from bars and restaurants, too?"

Eddie turned to face her, eyes wide and fully invested in what he thought was just mindless chit chatting. He glanced back at the collection, then to Steph one more. He nodded, his lips forming into a pout while his eyebrows raised. "Impressive."

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October, 1988

The trio had gotten closer in the small amount of time spent living together. Tom finally warmed up to Eddie, allowing him to see the good side of him that wasn't always snarky and judgmental. He opened up to Eddie one night following a smoking session, speaking of his tumultuous upbringing. The pair bonded over shared experiences, and realized that they actually had quite a lot in common. Thus, a friendship blossomed where Eddie didn't think it would.

As for Steph, they became close almost instantaneously, all thanks to her bubbly, in your face personality. Their banter, though not as intense as hers and Tom's, was always cause for entertainment. Unlike the men, Steph had lead a simple life, some might even call it easy. Her lack of trauma was almost unbelievable to Eddie, but it made him very protective of his new friend. In his eyes, if she was lucky enough to have gone through 24 years of life without experiencing hardships, now was not the time for that to happen.

Eddie as well as his roommates had varying work schedules, which often resulted in at least one person being left alone at the house.

This time, it was Eddie's turn for some much needed me time. He spent the afternoon reading and smoking in his favorite spot: the fire escape. Though, spending more than an hour at a time in there resulted in him being covered in dust and debris, most likely becoming airborne from the speeding cars passing by.

This slight annoyance caused him to cut his reading session short, heading inside in desperate need of a shower. With everyone out of the house, Eddie didn't feel as bad blasting his music through his stereo as he occupied the bathroom. He sang along loudly to the Black Sabbath album playing through the apartment without a care in the world. He lathered his hair in foamy shampoo, enjoying every minute of this warm shower when suddenly, the bathroom door swung open and a wide eyed Steph came gawking in.

"JESUS CHRIST!!" he exclaimed, quickly covering his bottom half with his hands.

"You sing?!" she shouted over the music still blaring, paying no mind to his naked body.

"Uh, yeah...Do you knock??" he blurted out, now blushing from her presence.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she pushed on.

"Can we have this conversation some other time? Maybe when i'm not naked, THREE FEET AWAY FROM YOU."

Steph rolled her eyes, storming forward and pulling the transparent curtain aside causing Eddie to yelp. "Like this thing covers anything anyway. Besides, i don't care about that right now. Why didn't you tell me you can sing, you could have joined our band ages ago!"

"Because, you... Could you at least hand me that towel?" he asked pleadingly.

"No." she responded without missing a beat, causing Eddie to sigh.

"I didn't think you'd want me to join... Our styles are so... different. Plus, don't you need a bass player?"

"And a singer!" she corrected.

"Right... But i don't play bass, remember?" he asked rhetorically, knowing Steph had seen his guitar hanging up on his bedroom wall.

"I know, jackass." she said, throwing the towel at him. "But if we have you as our lead, it'll be way easier finding a bass player rather than someone who can do both! You've heard of two birds, one stone? Well this is one stone and you're the bird!"

Eddie paused, blinking slowly while trying to decipher her jumbled metaphor. "What...are you talking about...?"

"Forget it, can you just do me this one favor, and please join the band?" she pleaded, bringing her hands up to intertwine her fingers.

"If i say yes will you get the hell out of here?" he asked, wanting nothing more than for this interaction to be over.

"No backsies?" she urged, narrowing her eyes.

"Yeah, fine!!" Eddie blurted out, growing frustrated as the foamy shampoo began trickling down his forehead and into his eyes.

Steph shrieked excitedly while exiting the bathroom. "Alright! Let's find that other bird!"

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𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2

[horror-sapphic]

DAISY JONES HEADCANONS

Summary: Headcanons about Daisy Jones - Daisy Jones x reader (GN)

A/n: pls reblog

Daisy is always humming around the house. While doing small house work, cleaning, or in the shower. Everywhere. You even joked she hums in her sleep (she agreed,mocking your theory by fake sleeping and starting to hum. But she couldn’t contain her laughter for long).

She loves Summer, she loves sitting outside under the warm sun, closing her eyes and soaking in the bright vitamin D. She loves tanning and shedding her pale skin tone.

She loves when you watch her perform on the side lines as she secretly nods lyrics to you

She loves your reaction when she’s showing you lyrics that she’s working on, and asking for your opinion

Daisy loves those days where she’s off studio duties and she just gets to go out on daily adventures with you and causes small amounts of ruckus, whether it’s getting kicked out for making out with you in a parted off section of a museum, or being a bit loud with you in quiet malls.

She loves watching you cook (since she can barely boil water), swaying your hips as you mix, watching your mouth on the cooking spoon while you taste the food.

She loves the holidays with you, taking trips out of the country alone with you secretly and the two of you just being one in private.

She comes up with silly - daily nicknames for you that make no sense, but you don’t really care to tell her anything about it because whenever she uses them for you, she says them with a smile

[nomorespahgetti]

For any of my sapphic or wlw girlies, Karen Sirko x !muse reader are so “Good Luck, Babe!” By Chapell Roan coded.

You’d be sitting in your car with probably Billy tbh, who you’re too attached to to leave, and it’s after the band has already broken off and done their own thing and her song comes on and you immediately know it’s about you and her and how you’re too scared to leave Billy.

I have lots of more thoughts abt this but imma leave it at this in the event that this gets no likes 💋

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Being friends with Daisy Jones

Request: Yes or No

I graduated today!!

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

TW: Addiction mentions

Pretty short

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[adorecline]

Untitled {Camila Dunne x Reader}

Summary: Camila Dunne didn't give up on the ones she loved.

Author's Note: Angst Angst Angst

Camila Dunne was beautiful; not only in the sense that she was pleasing to look at. She was kind, but also fierce. She took what was hers and never let anyone tell her she couldn't. She cared so strongly about those she loved; she'd never let her family ruin themselves. No matter how hard they fell, she patched them up and sent them off to fly again.

Camila Dunne was perfect; at least to y/n she was.

y/n had be infatuated with Camila since they first met; ever since she saw her smack Billy around when she found him having a couple of beers instead of being upstairs to put his daughter to sleep. y/n just couldn't take her eyes off of Camila. She was an absolutely beautiful woman in ever way.

That's why it crushed it her to see Camila giving her an intimidating glare every time she saw her. She didn't know what she had done to get this side of Camila Dunne. The woman who welcomed everyone with a beautiful smile; except for her.

Karen would try to reassure her it was nothing, but it did no good. y/n knew it wasn't nothing. Camila wasn't the type of woman to have such a dislike for someone for no reason.

She must have done something to upset her. Although, she had no clue what she could have done. She was captivated by Camila and wanted nothing more than to know her; not in the way friends know each other. She wanted to know who Camila was; what her soul was made up of.

The flames inside the fire pit were slowly burning out; small sparks flew out of the fire pit onto the concrete.

y/n sat in one of the lawn chairs that surrounded the pit. Her hair was pushed back by a cloth headband; the California heat was just as intense at night. She took a hit off of the joint that she lazily held between her fingers letting the smoke fill her lungs.

"Alright, I'm heading off to bed." Karen spoke breaking the silence that the girls had been sitting in. She dropped her cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, putting it out. "Goodnight, girls." She waved walking back to the house.

"Goodnight." Camila called back to her while y/n gave the blonde a short wave.

It was silent again, but this time it wasn't a comfortable one. y/n glanced over at Camila who only stared at the fire that was just about to go out. y/n sighed accepting she wouldn't even be acknowledged. She stood up going to follow Karen's lead in going to bed early for the show they had the next day.

"y/n." Camila spoke up making her stop in her tracks. "We need to talk."

"Yeah," y/n said slowly. She walked back over to the lawn chair. "We do." She said leaning back.

"I need you to stay away from Billy." Camila stated, looking at her with an unreadable expression.

"Camila..." y/n trailed, not knowing for sure what to say. Was she demanding? Or was she pleading?

"y/n." Camila stopped her from speaking any further. "I need you to stay away from Billy."

"I don't understand." y/n shook her head still confused.

"I have been fighting so hard to keep my family from completely falling apart." Camila said. "This is all I want. I want to keep my family together, for my daughters." y/n's face contorted. "I've already gone through this once. I refuse to go through it another time."

"Camila, you've got it all wrong." y/n shook her head.

"Excuse me?" Camila questioned, tilting her head to the side. Her gaze made y/n shrink into her seat a bit.

"I'm not in love with Billy." y/n corrected her.

"I see how you interact with him," Camila frowned. "how you look at him."

"Camila, I don't love him." y/n said a bit harsher this time. "Billy is an amazing artist. I admire him, but I'm not in love with him."

Camila didn't say anything. She only continued to stare at y/n like she was trying to read her; see if she was telling the truth.

"I like you, Camila." y/n blurted with a shaky breath. "I've liked you since the first time I saw you. You're just so incredibly beautiful in every way, I couldn't help it. No matter how hard I tried. I know you have a husband who you love, but I just see you and..." y/n stopped herself. She sighed.

"Oh." Camila mumbled. The unbreakable guard that y/n always admired slipped away from Camila and her face dropped slightly.

"I'm sorry." y/n apologized.

"I am, too." Camila said. She looked back at the fire pit. "I apologize for accusing you of being in love with my husband. It's just past events have made me wary." She explained.

"I understand." y/n nodded, pausing before speaking to ask Camila, "Do you hate me?"

"No, not anymore." She said lighting the mood which y/n was grateful for. "Thank you for telling me." She looked back to y/n.

"What now?" y/n asked, nervously pinching at the skin on her exposed thigh.

"We move on from this." Camila answered.

"Okay." y/n nodded.

y/n watched as Camila stood up, walking back to the house. She sighed taking another hit off the almost forgotten joint she still held between her fingers. She knew it was silly of her, but apart of her had hope that Camila would've left Billy. She should've known she wouldn't. Camila Dunne didn't give up on the ones she loved.

[celestialexxperience]

deserve.

Daisy jones x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, a little internal homophobia, SOPILERS FOR EP 9, NICKY SLANDER, use of Y/N

A/N: OKAY YEAH I FINALLY WROTE A FIC AND ITS SUPER LONG!! okay bc it's my first fiction be nice also I love daisy jones and the six AND I JUST GOT THE BOOK! Request stuff!!!

How could he leave her like that? Not even just leave her. Period. But leave her in the fucking shower! Epecially When she was like that. What kinda of evil person would you have to be to leave someone there like that when you were basically the whole reason why that happened in the first place, and then you leave! "THAT GOD DAMN ITALIAN ASSHOLE!" That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when daisy told me what happened the night before the band and I, came barging out of are rooms after we all heard daisy screaming profanities at Nicky for leaving her there in the shower. "Y/N, please." The beautiful flower named girl said shushing me down from drawning any more attention to are seat in the crowded tour bus of daisy and the six. "Sorry," I said looking down quietly. "Come on Y/N, you're my closest, longest friend. You're the only one who truly knows me, and that's why you're the only person who knows the full story." "Well, I'm honored." I said with slight sarcasm making the fire head girl in front of me smile. "Anyway, I always got bad energy from Nicky, even when you invited me to the wedding. But, I didn't want to say anything because you were so happy." I said earning a strange look from daisy that turned to a small delighted smile. "I mean daisy, Those men didn't deserve you at all, Jesus-" "Wait Y/N what other men?" "All of them. Nicky, Billy, the guy who stole your beautiful Sublime, whatever song that he turned into a hit that should've been you're hit daisy!" "Y/N-" "You deserve so much better daisy." I said staring directly into her soul so maybe should would understand what I'm trying to say. That beautiful fiery girl scooched closer to me to look further into my soul. "Then who do I deserve Y/N?" Daisy said with that mischievous smirk she usually has on her face. I didn't need to say anything or so I thought. I thought we were on the same page but I guess I was wrong. I kissed her. Because I thought it was the right thing to do, because i thought it would change our relationship, because I thought it would change who I was, and where we were. But it didn't. I was still a woman. A lesbian. In the 70s. And she was still a woman. A straight woman. In the 70s. But, she didn't move. She didn't connect are lips like the puzzle piece that I thought desperately needed to be together. So I pulled away. I got up. "Y/N-" "Daisy, I'm sorry I shouldn't have. I-i- i didn't know what I was thinking, I know you don't feel the same, I'm so stupid!" "Y/N-" "-and- and look where we are I don't know what i thinking!" "Y/N!" "WHAT! NO! I mean no! I'm sorry I need to go." I stayed up all night. I couldn't sleep. I wouldn't sleep. My mind wouldn't allow me. My mind would only focus on her. My mind Could only focus on her. Around midnight I heard a very rushed knock on my hotel door. I was scared to open the door, but I was too tired and delusional to care less, so I just wanted to get this over with and tell who ever it was to fuck off so maybe I could get some sleep. When I opened a fiery red headed girl jumped on me and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms slung around my neck before I could even get a word in. "Daisy-?" I said questioning why she was knowing full well she didn't love me how I wanted her too. "Daisy, what are you doing here?" I asked again. "Shhhh-" she whispered putting her finger to my lips. "I'm here for you." She said while jumping down from my body. "Wha-" "It's you. I deserve you. You deserve me." She send stepping closer to me almost filling the space between are body's. "I want you." She said sincerely. "Okay, but daisy, the way you acted on the bus, and all the men! I never thought you would feel the same way." "I know, I'm sorry. But you just freaked me out I never thought you would feel that way and in front of the band I just... froze." She said while looking down. "But know that I know it makes a lot of sense." She giggled. "Hmm, I guess I was wrong then." "Yes you were very wrong. You deserve me."