#djats series

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heyy!! a request for graham dunne where you’re in a secret relationship and you tell everyone that you’re together by kissing on stage 😈😈😈 please and thanks no pressure 😽😽

THE WAY I YELPED WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX IM SO EXCITED AHH looks like my tags found the right audience! i have a few more djats prompts other people sent in thank you all sm 🤭

also this ended up WAY longer than i wanted it to be oops, hope y’all like slightly longer stories

also i glossed over a lot of big events within the show because i just wanted to get to the point lol.

fem reader x graham dunne

warnings: some substance abuse

Crazy For You

•

before there was daisy jones and the six, there was just the six. before daisy jones was the leading lady of the band, it was you.

way back in the pittsburgh days, you never knew what was going to come your way when you moved into the empty house right next to the dunne brothers. you knew they caused a racket every time they decided to host a band rehearsal, and it took every ounce of patience left in you to not storm over there and demand them to clean up their sound.

then on one fateful day, your world changed forever. as you were taking the garbage out, you sang at last by etta james to yourself, not thinking anything of it. you got lost in your own voice.

then, your trance was broken when you heard a scuffle of feet coming from your left. your head whipped to the side, and you saw one of the dunne brothers in his driveway listening to you with a smile.

“oh god, that’s embarrassing,” you said, turning your head the opposite direction.

you heard a laugh come from him, but you kept your eyes away from him in embarrassment.

“you have a lovely voice,” he said. you braved looking at him once more, and he was smiling at you. the boy looked to be about your age.

“thanks, but it’s really nothing. i’m not trained or anything,” you replied sheepishly.

“i’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, walking over to him with your hand extended.

he met you in the middle, reaching out and taking your hand. “i’m graham. graham dunne.”

you blushed a bit when he held onto your hand for longer. “nice to meet you graham dunne.”

he nodded, and your hands released. there was a pause in the conversation before graham began again. “do you like rock and roll?”

you smiled. “yeah, i do. i play some guitar. why do you ask?”

graham was now gently blushing. “i-i’m in a rock band, and i play guitar too. maybe sometime you can stop by and watch us rehearse.”

you bit your lip slightly. “i know you’re in a band.”

he looked taken aback, and you realized how insane that sounded. you quickly backtracked, looking down. “i didn’t mean it like that. i just knew you were in a band because i’ve heard you before. like, rehearsing from my house.”

he smiled understandingly. “did you like our sound?” graham asked. he was wringing his hands nervously.

you decided to mess with him. “yeah, you sounded okay,” you said jokingly.

graham rolled his eyes. “maybe if you stop by someday i’ll play better just for you.”

the blush in your cheeks creeped back into place. “will do.”

*

graham gave you his phone number, and only a day later, invited you to a rehearsal at their bandmate’s house.

after your interaction with graham the previous day, your mind was flooded with little thoughts of him. the way his hand lingered on yours. the way he blushed when you talked. the way he smiled lightly when you blushed. something about graham dunne made your heart race, and you barely even knew the guy.

you felt the need to dress nicely for this. you wanted graham to be impressed. you put on a pair of jean shorts paired with a halter top and a jacket.

you met at a boy named chuck’s house. the band was already setting up in his garage, and graham smiled when you arrived.

“hey, you made it!” he said excitedly, running over to greet you.

you grinned. “i’m glad to be here. where should i sit?”

“let me introduce you to the band first.” graham gently placed his hand on your lower back, walking with you further into the garage. you hoped he didn’t feel the shiver going up your spine under his touch.

“guys, this is Y/N. she’s billy and i’s new neighbor. Y/N, this is warren, chuck, eddie, and my brother billy,” he said, pointing to each of the members. you took note of how warren, chuck, and eddie seemed to be yours and graham’s age, around sixteen. billy, however, was older. without even knowing the band, it was clear he was the one in charge. he seemed to be the most experienced.

the band smiled at you. billy stepped forward slightly. “it’s good to meet you. i hope you like what we play.”

graham placed you slightly off to the side of the band, and you sat down on a box in the garage. the band finished setting up their equipment, and discussed billy’s new song he had just written for the band to play.

as the group figured out their chords, your eyes were locked on graham. you watched the way he effortlessly played his guitar, and how clean and crisp his notes were. to you, nothing was more attractive than a man who could play guitar.

after running through the song multiple times, the band knew something wasn’t working. “maybe it’s just the song. i think we should just-” eddie had started before being interrupted by billy.

“there’s nothing wrong with the damn song. i know what i’m doing. graham, try speeding up the chorus a bit, and warren, lengthen your fills just a bit more, see what that does. let’s run it again.”

everyone seemed to roll their eyes at billy’s orders before warren counted them in to begin again. once again, it was a failure; it just didn’t sound right. it was missing something.

“eddie, man, what are you doing back there? you’re changing chords and everything,” billy said, frustrated.”

“i’m doing nothing wrong! this is your song, you should know how to fix it!” eddie exclaimed back. the entire band was now arguing, and before you could even think about it, you were standing up and speaking.

“it needs a harmony.”

the commotion stopped, and all eyes were on you. your face grew hot due to the intense gazes falling onto you. you gulped nervously.

“what?” billy asked.

“it needs a high harmony in the chorus. to, you know, go with billy’s voice,” you said timidly.

billy scoffed. “what would you know?”

graham stepped up to billy. “Y/N’s got a great voice, i’ve heard it. she could do the harmonies.”

billy raised an eyebrow at you. you looked between all the band members before speaking again. “i don’t want to intrude-”

warren spoke up. “i think it’s worth a shot. we’re desperate for something to work at this point.” he pointed at you with his drum stick. “you know the song?”

you nodded. graham set up another microphone stand next to billy’s, and you stood behind the mic. you suddenly regretted speaking up at all on matters that didn’t ever pertain to you.

warren counted it in again. billy got through the first verse, and you focused on your breathing. don’t mess up in front of graham.

he got to the chorus, and you added a layer of your light voice on top of billy’s. you saw out of the corner of your eye billy turning to you, a look of amazement in his eyes. it was working. it sounded phenomenal. although you couldn’t see it, graham was watching in awe. he got chills watching you from behind. before you even knew it, the song ended, and the band erupted into wide grins and loud cheers.

and just like that, you were in the band.

billy didn’t like sharing the spotlight, and quite frankly, you weren’t a fan of it either. however, billy put up with it because he found your harmonies necessary to certain songs and you were close friends with his brother. you stuck to mainly harmonies and, when chuck left and eddie took over bass, you took control of rhythm guitar.

throughout the band’s beginnings in pittsburgh, graham quickly became your best friend. you spent most of your time with him, and he spent most of his time with you. despite being friends, he still gave you butterflies any time he glanced at you. you always wanted to impress him. however, there was a very real possibility that he didn’t get those same butterflies.

the band found more and more gigs in the area, and billy’s girlfriend camila was now traveling with the pack. you two quickly got to know each other and became fast friends.

things began moving in a blur when warren bought a van and the band decided to move out to california. for you, deciding to move was an easy choice; the only part of pittsburgh that brought you any sort of joy was this band. you wouldn’t be caught dead staying in that city without them. and, as the cherry on top of the cake, camila was coming too.

the van arrived in front of your house and billy and graham’s. rain was endlessly pouring, and you only noticed this after you had dragged all of your belongings out the door onto your front porch. your one and only jacket was tucked away into one of your suitcases.

graham looked back at you from the van, his curly hair flattened under the rain. he saw you eyeing the downpour, and ran up to your door.

“what are you doing?” you asked.

he took his jacket and held it above your head for you to take. as soon as you did, he took your suitcases and began walking to the van. you smiled wide at his manners.

you stayed dry under graham’s jacket, and you were encompassed by it’s smell. it smelled like him.

you watched as graham tied your bags to the top of the van. “do you need help?” you asked.

“nope. go get dry in the van.”

“are you sure?” you asked.

he laughed. “Y/N, yes, i’m positive.”

unbeknownst to you, graham would do anything to keep his girl safe and dry, even from just a bit of rain.

graham wasn’t great with expressing his true feelings. it was easier to tuck it away and forget about it rather than exploring it. that’s how he felt about you. he had some complex thoughts about you, ones he was hesitant to call a crush. he tried his hardest to keep these feelings at bay, but it was getting increasingly harder for him to control.

*

after many long nights on the road, sleeping next to graham in the van and totally swooning over him at every second, you arrived in sunny california.

the band’s new house barely deserved to be called a home. but, given the circumstances, it did it’s job. you took the room that the boys claimed was haunted, even though it wasn’t.

not long after settling into california, a keyboardist named karen sirko joined the band. she also quickly became a close friend to you. camila, karen, and you became your own girl group.

over the next months, you had gigs on the strip, and you felt like you were finally making it. you started drinking and smoking more than ever before, and performing on stage gave you a rush. and, not to mention, performing alongside graham was pretty great too.

then one night, while on the infamous first tour, you and graham got wasted at a party with the band.

with all the alcohol and other drugs in your system, you felt bold enough to speak your mind.

“graham, can i ask you something?” you said, trying not to slur your words. the other guys and karen were talking up girls and having their own side conversations through the blaring music.

he turned to you. “what’s that?”

you took a deep breath. “am i crazy?”

graham paused before giggling. “what is that supposed to mean?”

you couldn’t help but laugh too. “do we have something? or am i just imagining it and i’m out of my fucking mind?”

graham’s smile dropped. his eyes squinted as he stared at you. he was thinking hard. “wait…what?”

you rolled your eyes. “for god’s sake graham, i like you. i don’t know if you like me, but i need to know if you feel the same way or if this is all in my head.”

he looked away and nodded. you expected the worst. when he remained silent, you knew you had just messed up probably the greatest friendship in your life.

without saying a word, graham looked around the room and took your wrist, walking away and dragging you with him.

“graham, what the hell?” you asked. you tried not to stumble as he walked. he took you outside behind the building. “look graham, i’m sorry i said that. i should have known you didn’t feel the same, and i-”

before you could finish your sentence, graham spun you so your back was against the wall and his lips were on yours. his hands slowly moved to the sides of your face.

you both pulled away. “woah,” you whispered.

you began making out again, only rougher this time. graham pulled his lips away, resting his forehead on yours. “let’s take this back to my room.”

*

the next morning, you woke up in a different room than your own, the bright sunlight shining through the window. you felt disoriented. you groaned, a splitting headache causing your body to freeze.

you rolled over, seeing graham sleeping next to you in bed. you quickly sat up, instantly regretting it due to the increased pain in your head.

not only that, but you looked down to see your bare breasts out. then, you noticed you had no underwear on.

“holy shit!” you exclaimed loudly before clasping a hand over your mouth, realizing graham was still sleeping. he rolled over, not waking.

you remained frozen where you sat. i just banged graham, you thought.

you took your shirt that laid disheveled on the floor and put it on, along with your underwear. however, when you got to your pants, the room began to spin due to your hangover and you tripped, falling to the floor with a loud thud.

graham sat up. “what the hell was- holy shit,” graham said, stopping what he was saying as you stood up from the ground.

you sighed. “i said the same thing.”

“what are you-” he began before widening his eyes. “oh my god i remember.”

“did we really sleep together?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

graham nodded. “i think we did it more than once.”

you thought about it. “actually, i think you’re right. was it two times?”

graham contemplated again. “no, it was three.”

“was it…?” you trailed off. then, it hit you. “oh my god you’re right. it was definitely three.”

graham slipped on some boxers under the blankets. “well, what does this mean? for us?”

you sighed. you walked over to the bed, facing him. “i don’t know. i know what i want, but what about you?”

he began to speak, but stopped. then a small smile appeared on his lips. “if i’m being totally honest, Y/N,” your heart raced at the sound of your name. “i’ve liked you from the moment i heard you singing in your driveway that one day. you’ve had a hold on me ever since.”

your heart felt like it skipped a beat. you couldn’t help but laugh like a middle school girl with her first crush. “i feel the same way about you.”

graham blushed. “everything about you is attractive to me,” he started. “your voice, your guitar, your body, your spirit, everything. i’ve kept these feelings about you private, even to myself, from the moment i met you. but now i know that what i feel is real.”

you smiled, slowly leaning in. you placed your lips onto his, and you gently rested your hands on his neck. you pulled away, your faces still remaining close to each other. you giggled. “i was okay with our friendship, but this is so much better.”

*

collectively, you both decided to keep this information from the band. they didn’t need to know. and more importantly, you didn’t need rumors to get out to the press about your relationship. you knew that you’d be framed as the tag along of the group, only there because of graham. so, it stayed a secret.

and you played the secret very well. no one suspected a thing besides a close friendship. even then, both of you agreed to tone down being near each other around the band in order to keep suspicions low. after the devastating first tour, karen and camila had even tried to ask you about your friendship with graham and why it seemed to be dissipating.

your answer? you just weren’t as close as you used to be. in reality, you were much much closer.

you were sleeping together at every opportunity. in one of your rooms back at the house, in bathrooms at the studio, everywhere you could.

but there was substance to it too. it wasn’t all sex. you had your deepest moments with graham. you would stay wide awake into the late hours of the night just talking about anything and everything. with your head laying on his bare chest and his arm slung around your shoulders, everything felt perfect despite the rough patch the band was in.

then daisy came along.

teddy believed the band needed a strong female vocalist to lead the band alongside billy, and that wasn’t you. you didn’t take offense to it, you knew your voice was better suited for harmonies and softer songs rather than belting out rock songs.

with the addition of a new person in the band, your spot at the mic next to billy was taken, and you were moved next to graham with a mic. secretly, you were happy because this meant that you could exchange meaningful looks even more than before.

your first time playing live with the new setup was in hawaii, and you took your place next to graham. graham leaned into your ear while on stage. “you look beautiful today.”

warren began the drum beat of look at us now. you tried to contain your smile. “you’re distracting.”

as the song built into the guitar solo, you watched as graham went mad on the strings. the sound rang clearly, and you realized how much you had been missing when you were standing next to billy on stage. you glanced around the stage. all of them were gleaming and playing their hearts out. it was beautiful to see for the first time and you proudly smiled to yourself.

graham finished the guitar solo, and he looked up at you when he finished almost as if to see your reaction to what he did, and get your approval. you nodded at him, a proud look in your eyes. you felt yourself falling in love with this boy more and more every day.

you went back to the hotel after the electrifying performance, and you heard a knock at your door. upon opening it, you found a smiling graham.

“so, how’d i do?” he asked.

you couldn’t help but grin, and your eyes flashed to his lips before tugging him into your room by his shirt and crashing your lips against his. graham felt taken aback, but not unwilling. he found his footing before pulling away briefly to lock the door, going right back into it. he led you to the bed, where you laid down on your back as graham towered over you.

you began unbuttoning his shirt, and he began to lift yours off. when he had just slid your shirt off, a pounding knock came from your door.

the two of you quickly pulled away, and graham grabbed his shirt before scooting away from you to the other side of the bed.

“uh-coming! give me-um… a few seconds!” you shouted, putting your clothes back on. you turned on the tv, so it looked like you and graham were doing nothing more than watching shows together.

“no worries!” daisy’s voice rang out from the other side.

you looked at graham, eyes squinting. “daisy?” you mouthed to him. he shrugged, knowing nothing more than you. you were just surprised to hear her voice, since you hadn’t had all that much time to talk one on one.

you finally felt relatively put together and unlocked the door, revealing daisy.

“hi, come in,” you awkwardly told her, opening the door wider for her to step in.

“thanks Y/N,” she stopped partially in the room. “oh, hey graham.”

graham waved happily. you rolled your eyes at his cuteness.

“so, i have a proposition for you,” daisy asked, looking at you with intention. “let me know what you think.”

you sat down at the edge of the bed. “sure, let me hear it.”

“i feel weird taking your role as the female vocalist of the group. i know you said you really didn’t mind, but i want to offer you a song on the upcoming album.”

your eyes widened. it was a sweet offer, but practically impossible. “that’s very nice of you daisy, but i can’t write songs.”

she smiled. “that’s why i’m here.” she looked at graham behind you before continuing. “even graham could help with the musical arrangements. if you’re down for that, of course,” she said to him.

“yeah, i’d love to.”

“but wait,” you started. “there’s no way in hell billy will allow this.”

daisy smiled again, more mischievous this time. “we can deal with him,” she said, motioning to herself and graham. “if we write a damn good song, he’ll have no choice but to add it to the album.”

it would be nice to hear your voice on a record without billy’s overpowering voice drowning yours out. the offer was tempting.

“what the hell, let’s do it.”

daisy got her song book out, and graham left while you two came up with the words.

“so, you and graham?” daisy asked with a smirk.

your face went white. “us? no, we’re just friends. nothing more.”

daisy huffed, not believing it. “right.”

you laughed. “daisy, i’m being serious. there’s nothing going on.”

“okay, sure. so you opening the door looking completely a mess only to find graham looking equally as guilty on your bed meant absolutely nothing?”

you looked down, biting your lip. “don’t tell anyone.”

she laughed. “i knew it.”

after discussing what the song was going to be about, you decided you wanted it to be a love song. about graham. you wanted the song to have the feeling of being on top of the world, floating on a high like you feel with graham. eventually, you two came upon a name: clouds.

daisy began writing ideas for lyrics while you tested out new melodies. after about two hours, you had an acoustic version of your own song. you didn’t think you’d be this excited about it.

the song started off light and soft, with only piano and vocals at the beginning. as the song progressed, the energy built representing the excitement of being with him, and there was a guitar solo reserved for graham in the middle.

“Y/N, this is a damn good song,” daisy told you.

upon arriving back in california, graham asked you about the song as you were walking into the studio. “it’s coming along,” you answered, not wanting to give too much away.

“that’s all?” he asked.

“yeah.”

he stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. graham looked down at you, searching your eyes for answers.

“you’re not telling me everything.”

you giggled. you stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his chest. “you’ll see,” you said quietly, almost seductively, walking past him. although you couldn’t see it, graham got flustered. you always knew how to rile him up.

going into the studio, daisy met up with you first.

“you ready?” she asked, referring to proposing the song to billy.

you nodded, following daisy to where billy was sat.

“we have a song for you,” daisy bluntly said to billy.

he looked between both of you. “what?”

“we have a song that we wrote together that we want on the album,” daisy told him.

billy scoffed. “no. we write all the songs, and besides, Y/N just does harmonies. i’d like to keep it that way.”

he began to get up. “it doesn’t have to be,” you said. “it’s just one song. let us at least play it for you and the band, see what you think.”

he paused. if it were just daisy, he would have denied the song again. but, billy had a soft spot for you. “fine. make it quick.”

the band gathered around you and daisy, who was on the piano. you shot graham a wink, and he lightly blushed.

“this song is called clouds,” you said into the microphone. you noticed teddy watching from behind the rest of the band.

daisy began playing the piano and you began to song. your light, airy voice filled the room as you tried to not focus on the harsh pairs of eyes staring you down. the song was almost psychedelic, sending everyone in the room into a trance. you got lost in your own voice.

as you approached the chorus, you began playing the guitar, picking up the pace of the song. you happened to glance over at graham, who was beaming from ear to ear. he knew the song was about him.

you left an open slot in the music for graham’s future guitar solo, and you gestured to him to make it clear. the song wrapped up, and you looked up from your guitar. the band stood looking at each other, in awe. the only sound was a disembodied round of applause coming from teddy as he walked towards the band. they all turned to look at him.

“let’s get that song recorded.”

as the studio crew set up all the necessary equipment needed to record, you took a walk through the halls of the studio. as you passed the door to the storage room, a hand grabbed yours and pulled you in. you didn’t even have to look at who it was; you knew it was graham.

he closed the door and placed a long, sweet kiss on your lips. when he pulled away, his hands brushed away your hair on the sides of your head and fell lightly on either sides of your jawline.

“you are fucking incredible. i’m so proud of you,” he said, wrapping you in a hug. you giggle and hug back.

“i can’t wait for the world to see that you’re more than just a harmony.”

you pulled away, and his hands rested on your hips. “i have something to tell you.” you said quietly.

his smile fell just a bit. “yeah sure, what is it?”

you bit your lip. “if it wasn’t obvious in the song… i love you.”

he paused before he kissed you again, more passionately this time. he rested his forehead on yours, his hands still on your cheeks. “i love you too, darling.”

*

during the aurora sessions, you and graham continued to date in secrecy. while the rest of the band was recording their parts, you two would sneak off and do other things together. sometimes those other things involved unprompted sex, other times it was just sitting and talking, with your arms wrapped around each other. either way, every time you’d come back, daisy would nudge your arm playfully and knowingly.

daisy was a good friend to have. she kept your secret locked away, and showed no signs of revealing it to the world. you appreciated her help and guidance.

you and the band recorded all the songs on aurora, and even had your own cover shoot. it felt surreal to finally make it big, after all the trials and tribulations of your band’s early years.

then, when the album released, it was instantly a massive hit. you were on radios, tv, billboards, everything all at once. hearing clouds come on the radio for the first time almost made you cry tears of joy. that was your song, for your graham.

then, it was time for another tour. a bigger, more controlled one than last time. you all knew to not screw this one up like you did the last time. this one was too important to waste.

then, the morning of your first performance on tour, you and graham got into your biggest disagreement yet. you had a few arguments before, but this was so much more intense . this hurt more.

that morning, you were walking through the halls of the hotel, on a mission to find graham before the big night. when you approached his room and saw his door partially cracked with voices coming from it, you walked over to it to see who was there with him. it was warren and eddie, smoking a joint with graham talking about clouds.

“that’s a killer song she wrote with daisy, who do you think it’s about?” warren asked, removing the joint from his lips.

eddie spoke up. “she’s never talked about being in love before. maybe it’s not that deep, and it’s just a song.”

“or maybe it’s about you, guitar boy,” warren said while laughing, hitting graham’s arm.

“i don’t think so. there’s nothing going on between us.”

good cover graham.

“well, you two are good friends, right?” eddie asked him.

graham tilted his head. “sort of. we used to be pretty close in the early days, but not so much anymore. she’s a little clingy. i mostly talk to her when i have no one else to talk with. we’re friends, but not all that close. at least, not like we once were. if that song is about me, i don’t feel the same way.”

what he said didn’t feel like a cover like his previous statement did. that felt real. and it cut deep. he called you clingy? he said you weren’t very close? a cover for your relationship is one thing, but he blatantly denied a real friendship in front of the boys and made you seem like a fool for falling for a boy that didn’t like you back. tears built in your eyes, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run and hide or face him.

before you even thought about what you were doing, you pushed the door open with a creak as all three of them turned to face you, a singular tear falling to the floor.

“ah shit,” warren mumbled.

“Y/N, i-what are you doing?” graham asked. he instantly knew you heard everything.

you began to speak, but couldn’t find words. you just shook your head and ran down the hall, back to the safety of your room. you locked the door behind you and leaned your back against it, more tears spilling out as you heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Y/N, i’m sorry, let me in. i need to explain,” graham said from the other side.

“you can’t take back what you said, graham. i heard it, it’s out there, and now i look like the idiot. does that make you happy?” you replied.

“no it doesn’t. you make me happy. i said those things so they would get off my case. i was covering us up. i-”

you opened the door, face to face with him. his heart seemed to shatter at the sight of the tears still stuck to your cheeks.

“that didn’t sound like a cover, graham. it’s one thing to deny our romance, but another to deny our friendship all together and paint me to be the naive, pesky one. you made me look stupid, and now those boys are going to tell the rest of the band what you said.”

graham frowned. he knew he messed up. he looked down, avoiding your harsh gaze.

you sniffled. “and you can’t even look me in the eye.”

you shut the door again. you eyed the alcohol sitting on the desk in your room, and opened a bottle of beer. you downed it, preparing to open another one.

leading up to the performance, you avoided all your bandmates in efforts to save yourself from the embarrassment that graham caused. the word was probably out to all of them now about what graham said; warren can’t keep secrets for the life of him.

you drank a few more beers and took a few pills to get you through the day and night. they took away the pain graham had caused. looking at yourself in the mirror, you had a full denim jumpsuit on that came up around your neck into a halter top. you left your hair down and wavy and added dramatic grey eye makeup.

backstage shortly before you went on, graham came up behind you. “can we talk?”

you made no eye contact. “about what?”

“…about earlier.”

“what is there to say? it seems like you said everything you needed to say to warren and eddie.”

he rested his hand on your bare shoulder. his touch gave you the chills like it always had. “i’m so sorry, Y/N. i genuinely didn’t mean to hurt you like that. i didn’t even think about what i was saying, i just said it. i didn’t think about the consequences like i should have. what can i do to make you not angry at me?”

you paused. every ounce of your body wanted to take him back and hug him, but your mind said otherwise.

you finally turned around to meet his glossy eyes. “prove to everyone that you want this.”

the band ran onto the stage, beginning their first ever setlist on their new and improved tour. despite the still sour mood you were in, the adrenaline with the crowd and the traces of drugs running through your veins made you smile. you felt like a goddess. throughout the show, you felt graham’s gaze periodically fall onto you, and you tried your hardest to ignore it. you were living in the moment and didn’t need him as a distraction.

then, your time came. it was time to sing clouds in front of a full auditorium of people. luckily, your adrenaline was stronger than your nerves.

daisy spoke into the mic. “up next, i would like to introduce the backbone of this group, the glue that holds us together, and one of my very best friends. she adds the most beautiful harmonies to all of our songs, here is Y/N L/N.”

daisy bowed down, shuffling to the back to give you the mic. before you reached the mic, she gave you a quick but supportive hug.

you handed billy your guitar, and stepped up to the mic as the applause died. seeing the faces in the dim crowd made you more nervous. you felt graham’s eyes burning into your back.

“hello, everyone,” you said slowly. you talked methodically. “this song is for anyone who is in love.” you thought about your own experience with love, and the overwhelming love you still felt for graham.

as karen started the piano, your mind was brought back to graham once again. you just wanted everything to be okay like it used to be. but you knew you had to see the effort from his part. he needed to somehow dispel the image he created of you being the clingy, lonely girl of the band who was helplessly pining over the guitarist. it was up to him now.

you rvoice started, crackly at first, but soon finding the rhythm of the music. your vision for this song was to make who ever heard it feel like they were high in the sky, laying upon the soft clouds. to hear it all coming together live on stage was ethereal. you knew it was working.

the song picked up, and the drums, guitar, and bass sounded behind you. it sounded magical, but maybe it was just the drugs and alcohol.

you glanced behind you to see daisy playing the tambourine next to graham, who kept his eyes on you throughout his entire guitar solo. the crowd roared, but all you saw and heard was graham. you lightly smiled at him, and he smiled back. he was all that mattered in that moment.

the song finished, and you stepped to the side of the mic, taking a large bow. before you could turn to get your guitar from billy, footsteps sounded behind you and a hand was on your shoulder, turning you around. it was graham.

“graham, what-”

before you could say anything, graham took your face in his hands and tilted your head up. “i’m going to prove it to you and everyone else.” as you began to speak again, he leaned down, laying a long kiss on your lips. the crowd went wild. although you couldn’t see it, the jaws of everyone in the band besides daisy dropped, who had a proud smirk on her face.

when you two pulled away, his hands fell to your waist and you held his forearms.

“are you crazy?” you asked playfully.

he smiled. it felt like only you two up on the stage. all you saw was him and his bright eyes and curly hair. “crazy for you.”

[reasonsmandy]

Get away car

Warren Rojas x Fem!reader

✧.* you're reading part two — here's part one: Mrs Perfection

✧.* summary — The relationship between you and Warren has you more and more confused. And during a night full of emotions you decide to clarify these doubts.

✧.* warnings — mention of drugs, anxiety, Kyle (the bassist) being an asshole to the reader, silly fights between Warren and the reader again.

✧.* word count — 2.9k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — hii, i hope you doing great. I had some ideas to continue this story so I wrote and brought to you :) just remembering that English is not my first language so there may be some mistakes and I apologize for that... Hope you like it <3

Despite having your career as a singer consolidated, the shows always made you very nervous in a way, and when you and your band were invited to a major festival that weekend your anxiety wouldn't leave you alone until that day arrived. So you found yourself backstage at the event alone, trying to focus on your breathing but nothing you tried to do worked, your insecurity about new music where you had to risk more in the high notes filled you with every passing second.

Y/N L/N: I was very excited for this show, I confess that I was very disappointed in myself for being like this a few minutes before it started… But things like that we can't control, right?

You look in your bag for some pill or any kind of drug that would help you forget that frustration, but as if the universe hated you, you couldn't find any. You were starting to despair, getting up you walk towards the person you were sure would have something: Warren.

Yes, Daisy might have something to give you but she had been gone for a few weeks so he was your best shot, you pass several people trying to identify that curly hair you knew well finding Rojas next to a woman you had no idea who it was, and at this point you couldn't give a fuck.

"Drummer, do you have weed?" You say approaching him. "Mescaline, cocaine, pills, anything!"

Warren Rojas: Worried would be a strong word, but I couldn't pretend not to notice that she was about to explode.

"Since when am I your first choice for help?" Rojas says ready to start a silly fight with you, until he notices your hands shaking and your breathing uneven. "Are you okay? You look awful."

"Fuck you!" You say turning around, trying to hold back your tears of frustration.

Warren watches you leave, worried about you even though he doesn't want to admit it. Letting out a sigh he indicates to the woman in front of him that he was going to go after you. He sees you walking into a random room, probably looking to be alone but Warren couldn't put you aside after noticing your anxiety.

He opens the door slowly, and you, noticing the presence of the drummer, turn around wiping your tears. Warren keeps a distance so as not to invade your space, Rojas takes a joint out of his vest pocket, offering it to you who accepts it and takes it in your hands.

“You didn’t have to help me…” you say kinda proud.

“Yeah, well, unfortunately, I did." The drummer responds, grabbing himself a joint and lighting it up. "Are you... okay? Sorry, it's weird to ask that but still."

"I won't make it…" You say lighting up the joint.

"What do you mean?" He asks

"I don't know if I can sing like this" You respond by pointing to yourself. "I feel like shit"

“You look like it, too.” Chuckling Warren says, receiving a disapproving look from you while trying to hide a chuckle. "I mean, nevermind…"

Y/N L/N: It was funny to see him not knowing how to act in this situation.

Interviewer: What situation?

Y/N L/N: Being nice to me.

"Look Warren, I appreciate the joint" You say smoking it, letting the smoke escape your mouth along with a sigh. "But don't feel obligated to have to deal with me, you can leave if you want."

For a few seconds the drummer is silent, watching you not knowing how to act at that moment. He didn't want to go and leave you like that, but staying would confirm that he cared for you somehow. But even after several seconds of silence he doesn't move, he just stays there smoking next to you in that random room.

Warren Rojas: I stood there until I heard someone calling for Daisy Jones and the six on stage, we didn't talk, we didn't look at each other but I think somehow we both knew things were changing between us.

Y/N L/N: I calmed down... I don't know if he did it or the weed, it was probably the weed

…

That night they had a party at the house in Laurel Canyon and you were invited by Karen to join them, the house was not full but there were some people from the record company and other girls you didn't think you knew from anywhere.

After that whole situation with Warren before the show you were thoughtful, you couldn't understand why he stayed and even less why that move coming from him messed with you so much. So it was almost impossible to take your eyes off him, you wanted to get closer and understand why all these fights you had these last few months, why did he hate you so much and what the fuck had happened earlier to make him want to help you.

Y/N L/N: I was very confused, and in the absence of an answer I occupied my mind with other things.

Karen Sirko: She drank so much that she couldn't stand up at the end of the party.

Graham Dunne: I started to get worried because every glass she saw alone she drank what was inside

Eddie Roundtree: I didn't see anything, I was busy with other things…

Warren Rojas: *sigh* It was a rough night

Y/N L/N: There are times when you look for outlets for your problems, and that night I was desperately looking for one. *laugh* It didn't work

"You look so fucking sexy with this shirt baby" Your body immediately locked up when you heard Kyle's voice behind you, he approaches you from behind placing his hand on the small of your back.

"Don't touch me!" You exclaim, immediately pulling away from the man.

"Calm down honey" He chuckles, clearly invading your personal space. "Just relax my love"

"Just leave me alone, I don't feel like dealing with you right now!" You roll your eyes drinking more of your beer.

"I don't like the way you're talking to me, beautiful" Kyle says more seriously, in an almost menacing tone.

"I believe she told you to leave" Karen appears like an angel to save you, you automatically approach her as if you are seeking comfort. "In fact I would like you to leave the party anyway, you're bothering me"

"Unbelievable!" He says rolling his eyes. "You still have to see me on Monday my love" winking he leaves.

The drinking had made you much more sensitive, your desires for the drummer were more intense, your hatred for the bassist in your band was increasing, your sleepless nights were consuming you. Karen had gone out somewhere you hadn't seen which, Graham seemed to have been out of your sight for a while and Eddie was clearly busy with a girl in the corner of the party.

Without thinking too much, you approach Warren, holding his hand and pulling him to any place where it would be just the two of you. Not understanding much of anything he lets himself be carried away by you, a confused look on his face.

"You know, I was busy back there" Rojas says, rolling his eyes at you. "What do you want?"

"You know what, drummer…" You speak, with your words scrambled. "If you weren't such an asshole, you'd be hot."

"What?" He asks, arching his eyebrows in surprise.

"As you've probably noticed, I'm not in my best condition." You continue, ignoring the man's question. "I can't find Karen anywhere, let alone Graham, Eddie was too busy to help me and unfortunately all I have left is you"

"Look, me once again being your hero... Who knew" Rojas says playfully.

"You know what, forget it! If you're going to piss me off, I'm walking home." You say already turning to go away.

You had no idea where you were going, and your sense of direction at this point was a wreck. The drummer watched you stagger not knowing where you were going trying to hold in his laughter, he just followed you with his eyes until one of your heels broke causing you to fall, probably spraining your foot.

"Fuck!" He says, rushing to help you. "Come here, let me help you" Rojas says, extending his arm for you to hold.

"I'm fine!" Trying to get up you say, but when you go to rest on the sprained foot a giant pain takes your body.

"Don't give me that bullshit! You could have broken your foot."

He looked worried, noticing as he moved that some of your things had fallen out of your bag with the fall. He crouches down picking up objects scattered across the floor.

"I swear to God Rojas!" You say angry. "You touch my shit, you die."

"I'm literally trying to help you!" He responds by trying to remain calm. "Wait, did you just call me Rojas?"

"And what if I did?" You reply, in a teasing tone.

"It sounded good in your voice." He says looking up at you, as he finishes gathering your things. "Where are your car keys?"

"Must be in the middle of these things" You say pointing to the floor. "And if it isn't, then I'm fucked because I have no idea where I left it."

The drummer laughs standing up with the key in hand, he shakes them making you feel more relaxed. He starts walking and you just watch him go.

"Are you coming or not?" Warren says with his arms on his hips impatiently.

"How can I be sure you won't kidnap me?" You ask, slowly approaching the drummer who lets out a muffled laugh.

"Why the fuck would I want to kidnap you?" He responds with another question. "I can't stand you even when I have to."

Rolling your eyes you give up fighting him anymore, trying to walk faster you back away as you feel the pain in your foot stronger. Unable to contain a groan of pain, you call the drummer's attention back to you.

"You have to carry me." You say shrugging.

"No fucking way!" Warren says laughing, imagining you were teasing him yet again. "Are you serious?"

"Yes I am fucking serious" You say opening your arms, waiting for him. "I can't feel my legs at all."

"You were two seconds ago saying you were fine." Approaching you the drummer says, laughing at the whole situation."Come on, let's end this torture.

Warren wraps his arm around your waist and holds your legs with his other arm, this closeness between the two of you was something strangely good for both of you. When one of your hands was against the man's bare chest your face automatically began to heat up, noticing that you didn't quite know what to do with the whole situation. Your drunk state didn't think much about it other than to make it clear to the drummer that you still hated him.

"I never thought you'd be worse up close" Pretending to analyze him you say, making Rojas roll his eyes.

"Out of the blue? Really?" He responds by leaving you on the ground when you reach the car.

"Won't you open the door for me?" You ask, arching your eyebrows.

"You hurt your foot, not your hand!" He says getting in the vehicle, and as soon as you got in he started the car.

For a few minutes you were silent, listening to the sounds that the streets of Los Angeles provided you. Warren watched you when he could to check that everything was okay, you can see that sometimes he wanted to say something but didn't.

"Just say it already Warren." You say through a yawn, as you bring your gaze fully to the man beside you.

"What happened to make you like this?" He asks, looking really worried about you.

"Why do you even care?" You close your eyes, feeling the cool breeze on your face.

“Because no one gets to make you look like this other than me. I’m going to break their nose for this.” Warren says in a playful tone, trying to get a smile out of you which he manages to do.

You chuckle as your cheeks flush at the comment, shaking your head. You look at him and notice that he looks even more beautiful with the moonlight illuminating him, probably the silence in the empty street caused your breathing to increase the tension between you two. Warren looks at you curiously, a small smile on his face.

“Are you actually blushing because of me?” Rojas says, while parking at the house indicated by you as yours.

“I’m not! It’s just really hot in here, that's all.” You say shrugging and laughing a little.

“Oh, that’s weird because this place is quite cool and you look chilled by the wind Darling" he says, the nickname caught you off guard making you even more blushed. "But seriously now, what happened?"

“i don’t want to bother you. seriously, it’s all just... it’s a lot.” You sigh, watching the empty street of your house the, urge to get out of the car was nil you just wanted to be there with him. "The strangest thing is that I'm here with the person who hates me the most, feeling safer than with anyone I should feel good with."

“We can go back to hating each other tomorrow.” The drummer says, reaching for one of your hands to comfort you.

"That's the point Warren…" You say laughing at him. "I don't think you understand my love language."

"Let me get this straight, your love language is to humiliate me?" He laughs along with you, and after looking closely at his face, you realize that his smile is charming.

"Anyway, I just ... don't think you hate me that much" You say after the big sequence of laughter from the two.

"Actually you're right." He starts to say, imagining that maybe you wouldn't remember it the next day. "I tried so hard to hate you. So fucking hard and yet I failed."

"To be honest with you, I don't remember why we started with this in the first place." You stare into the drummer's eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to get closer to him.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Warren says fixing his curly hair, averting his gaze to the horizon.

"Doing what?" You ask, curious.

“Making me like you… God damn it, I’m not supposed to" He says sounding frustrated somehow. "This goes against every morals I’ve ever set for myself!”

Warren Rojas: Which morals? I promised myself that I would never date someone who didn't like my sound.

Y/N L/N: *laughing* Idiot…

You stare at the drummer for what seems like forever, he stares back at you which made you feel butterflies in your stomach, what you wanted most was to kiss him and feel his curly hairs in your hands, Warren had something over you that was inexplicable, you felt like you couldn't be in the same room with him without knowing what it would be like to feel his lips against yours. You knew it wasn't the effect of the drink, after all, little by little you became more aware of your surroundings and what was happening, maybe the traces of the drink in your body gave you the courage for what you would say…

As for Warren, he knew very well how he felt about you, and that's what he's been trying to hide since that week he helped you with your new album. He was crazy about you, he wanted to be with you always, he wanted to feel you close, and while you watched each other inside that car, for a few seconds he thought: what do I have to lose?

“Just put us all out of our misery and kiss me already!” you whisper, moving closer to him.

Warren cups your face in his hands, gently caressing your cheeks. "Are you sure?"

"Kiss me Rojas" You answer, watching the man's brown eyes.

Warren Rojas: When she said my last name I went crazy. *chuckled*

Y/N L/N: Does he really think it's cool when I call him by his last name?

Without wasting much time Rojas joins his lips to yours, an adrenaline rush of fulfillment flooded your body as you finally felt contact with him. Your hands go towards the drummer's hair feeling its strands between your fingers as you wanted, he held your waist gently enjoying the contact with you.

After the kiss you remain silent, exchanging glances, smiles and a few more kisses afterwards. Gradually the sunlight begins to rise on the horizon, noticing this you take your gaze to the door of your house.

"Do you want me to leave?" Warren asks, making circles with his fingers on your thigh.

"It's actually the last thing I want." you say patting your lap, indicating that he lay there, which he does. you start playing with the locks of his hair, humming a random song.

Y/N L/N: We stayed like that until I started having a fit of laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” Warren questions, eyes closed.

“Nothing. nothing, it’s just… two hours ago you were hating my guts, and now you’ve got your head on my lap and my hands in your hair." You say, still laughing at this situation "You’ve gotta admit, it’s a little funny.”

"Who knew huh Mrs Perfection" He responds, getting up from your lap to place another kiss on your lips.

Y/N L/N: And that's how me and Warren Rojas started to have something.

Warren Rojas: I was never very true to my morals anyway.

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[heartandflowerball]

Warren Rojas is so boyfriend. This man is literally unproblematic. He just came to plays the drums and be a silly little man with his girlfriend. AND I LOVE THAT ABOUT HIM.

[swccessful]

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daisy jones & the six series - episode 2

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[elizabethbennets]

My DaisyBilly! headcanons because I am unhinged and unable to think about anything else:

1. The first time Billy proposes to Daisy, she says no. She’s so happy with their life, and she doesn’t want him to feel like he has to prove anything to her. And besides—they’ve already gotten more than they should have; in this life, anyway. Jules convinces her to reconsider. She knows the real reason Daisy said no, and she reminds her that Camila wanted this for Billy, and for them.

2. They have a backyard wedding three weeks later. Billy cries throughout his vows. Daisy calls him her twin soul when she recites her, and by then, most of the guests are in tears.

3. Billy wakes up before her in the mornings, usually to go for a run, or a swim. Daisy’s a night owl, though, so he usually falls asleep on the couch while they watch Friends and Ally McBeal or whatever videos they’ve rented from Blockbuster that week. Daisy always laughs at him as he nods off, but she knows he hates going to bed without her, so he’ll close his eyes and cradle her against his chest with the smell of buttery popcorn and ginger ale between them.

4. On Sunday mornings, they make brunch for Jules and River. Sometimes Graham and Ashley and the kids will come over, too. Daisy makes her trademark blueberry waffles and homemade syrupy, always leaving a mess behind for Billy to clean.

5. Oh, and on River’s 13th birthday, he tells Daisy he wants to officially adopt her. Daisy doesn’t say anything. He tells her it’s her choice; he would never push, but they both know Billy is her father, and Daisy can’t put into words what it means to her.

6. Daisy may be in her 40s now, but she still doesn’t check the forecast before she leaves the house, and it drives Billy crazy that she always forgets to bring a jacket. She knows that nights in Los Angeles are always cool; the air tinted with smoke and frost, and they’ll bicker until he gives her his jacket.

7. Because they’ve both stubborn, and they hate being wrong, so they fight until their words are clawing. Billy usually apologies first, because he can’t stand to see her hurt, and he hates that she narrows into herself. He’ll kiss the place between her eyes, whispering apologies, and the storm is over before it really rained. They’ve both lost too much, and this life is too precious to them for either of them to scar.

8. Their life together is simple, really. They write and play music, touring with The Six every now and then. They have their girls and their crossword puzzles and their records, and maybe life isn’t fire; maybe this is just healing—the parties and the drugs and the broken glass were just one version of them, and they’re so much happier now, grateful for slow nights by the fireplace. Because they never thought they’d be here. Daisy never thought she’d see Billy’s face in the morning, early sunlight slanted across their bedroom. And Billy? Well—he’s not stupid. He never thought he’d feel this way again, and certainly not with her. So they don’t need fire. They just need this light.

[pethron]

Aurora by Daisy Jones & The Six

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Daisy Jones & The Six

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[elwintersoldado]

[elainiisms]

no because you don't GET IT

[socialfilter]

wip ✨♥️ - these days

- karen sirko and camila dunne

[iheardyoureafreaktoo]

Am I thirsting over a fictional long-locked boy from a popular TV series who plays in a band and is a little silly goofy? I’m gonna need you to be more specific.

[reasonsmandy]

How have I never seen this photo before???

[heartandflowerball]

Hot take: Camilla should leave Billy and date Daisy already.

[swccessful]

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daisy Jones & the six series - episode 4

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[arlovegood]

Nothing is going to convince me that "Hold on" by Chord Overstreet doesn't fit perfectly to be a song written by Billy after the Daisy in the shower scene. Like...its just perfect for that. 

[pethron]

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