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[its-vannah]

Last Forever | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

Request from anonymous: hii!! i love your eddie fics, you’re an amazing writer! i was wondering if i could put in a request where eddie and reader are both in the band and as they’re up on stage they look at each other while performing (kinda like billy and daisy i guess?). Karen and Camila notices this and they talk about it with reader and reader is in denial because her and eddie are good friends and she doesn’t want to jeopardize that (they became friends over their hatred of billy😭). but they end up together in the end though? thank you💕💕

Warnings: Angst, fluff, profanities, kissing

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Everytime you walk out on stage, you instantly get high off of the thrill of seeing the crowd bursting with energy. The audience cheers as the band walks out onstage, jumping up and down while waving their hands in the air. You'll never get tired of this. To think you had once believed you'd never make it out of Pittsburgh—now you were performing in front of a sold-out concert in the heart of New York.

You thought back to your first performance, back when the band was called "The Dunne Brothers." It seemed crazy to you, now, that you were so nervous to go out on stage. There were, at most, thirty people who couldn't care less about what you guys were playing.

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Holding your tambourine tightly in your hand, you peeked your head out from behind the curtains, tapping your foot against the wooden floor. You were nervous, anyone in the band could see that.

You felt the warmth of a hand on your back, an arm slinging over your shoulders. Turning your head, your eyes meet Eddie's.

A forced smile found itself on your face as he spoke, "Nervous?"

"Can you tell?" You asked, bowing your head.

"Only a little," He smiled, "Look, it's going to be okay. Just pretend they aren't out there. They don't give a damn what we're doing anyway. This is just practice for when we make it big."

Taking a deep breath, your eyes met his again, your foot going still, "Thank you."

"You're going to do great, Y/N."

"You are, too."

Sure enough, Eddie was right. Barely anyone in the crowd, except one woman who was drunk off her ass, cared about what you guys were playing. A few people swayed to the music, but few looked up on stage.

While singing backup, gently tapping the tamorine on your upper thigh, you looked over at him, a smile plastered on your face. He returned the sentiment, nodding his head as he played.

That was the first, of many, times Eddie Roundtree eased your fears.

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Stepping up to your mic, you looked around at the band. Daisy and Billy were waving at the crowd, who's cheering only got louder as they do so. Meanwhile, Karen was laughing at something Graham was saying to her—and Warren was fiddling with his drumsticks, getting his energy from the audience.

Then there was Eddie. He was tapping on his guitar, a gentle smile on his face as he took it all in. New York City. Who would've known?

You looked over at him, as you had done before every single performance in the entirety of your career, and smiled.

He smiled back, nodding. This time, your eyes stayed locked on each other's for a second longer than they should have.

The two of you turned back to the roaring crowd, listening for the cue of when to start playing.

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Things had been different since moving out to LA, especially after the first tour. Billy was more involved with Camila and Julia, only going to mandatory practices and opting to spend more time with his girls. Warren, Karen, and Graham were out doing everything and everyone under the sun. You expected Eddie to go with them, as he had before the band had gone on tour. But he stayed back with you.

You weren't exactly sure why, but one conversation stuck in your head as a possibility to him stopping his wild streak.

The two of you had been messing around with a melody when he looked up at you, asking, "Why don't you go out with us anymore?"

You had hesitated, initially unsure of how to answer, "How honest do you want me to be?"

"As honest as you can be."

Taking a deep breath, you leaned towards him, "I saw what drugs and alcohol did to Billy, what it did to the people who loved him. I don't want to make that same mistake. I don't ever want to put myself or the people I love in that position. When the right person comes along, I'll know. But that person won't be out being reckless."

Eddie was silent for a while before he excused himself, leaving his guitar propped up on the couch. You weren't sure what he was doing, but you did hear him rummaging in one of the rooms upstairs and then the toilet flushing.

He came back downstairs a few minutes later, his hands in his pockets, asking a simple question, "Want to keep practicing?"

You nodded, happy that what you had to say didn't ruin your friendship. As he played, you silently hoped he wouldn't notice your fleeting glances towards him.

Although you'd never admit it to him, you were aware of your feelings for him. Unbeknownst to you, so were Camila and Karen.

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Daisy knew how to work a crowd—it was first nature to her. Her movements were fluid, captivating everyone's attention as she sang.

"You found me in flames/it's the daylight of change," She and Billy began, "Baby, all that stuff is done."

Your part came in a split second later as you sand backup, "You're my morning sun/Aurora, you're the one/You're my mornint sun."

While the lead vocalists continued, you focused on matching the rhythm with your tamboruine, swaying as you shook it back and forth.

When you got to the chorus, you made it all of three seconds before looking at Eddie, "Oh, I kinda think I wanna make it last forever... Oh, I kinda think I wanna make it last forever..."

To your surprise, he was looking back at you, mouthing the words back to you.

"Oh, I kinda think I wanna make it."

In that moment, there was nobody else on stage except for the two of you, looking longingly into each other's eyes as you sang back and forth to each other.

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"Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?" Karen asked you, rather impatiently, as you set the table for dinner one night.

Camila looked up from her spot over the stove in the kitchen, as if she were wondering the same thing.

"What?" Your cheeks suddenly felt hot and you chose to look anywhere but in her direction.

Karen crossed her arms, "Cam, are you going to take this or am I?"

Camila came out of the kitchen, setting a dish towel on the counter, "Y/N, we've seen the way you and Eddie look at each other. It's before every performance, every practice session... Really, anywhere."

"Because we're friends."

"That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard," Karen said, rolling her eyes, "I don't know whether you guys are head over heels in love or if it's just intense eyefucking—but you've got to take care of it one way or another."

Camila held back a laugh, "What we're trying to say is, what's the point in not telling him? What do you have to lose?"

"Everything."

"What? You won't lose us or the band. You know that."

You tried to stop the tears from falling, but that proved to be difficult, "No, you don't understand."

Camila moved towards you, rubbing your back as Karen pulled out a chair for you to sit down on.

"Then what is it, honey?"

"He is everything."

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Your eyes are locked with one another, unable to put your attention anywhere else. For once, you don't give a damn what anyone thought. All you care about is what happens after the concert.

"Where did you turn... When you needed tenderness..." You sing softly, chest heaving.

You saw, Eddie's breath hitch in his throat, biting his lip.

"Where did you turn... When you needed tenderness."

Your mind drifts back to all the touches you had shared over the years—his hand on your shoulder, your palm pressed on his chest while the two of you danced around the living room on Christmas. It was all clicking.

You kept singing, "When you reached out for my touch...and I couldn't give you much...Of all the time we lost..."

Eddie tilts his head, thinking about where the two of you would be now if he had manned up and told you how he felt four years ago.

"While I was running from your light..."

You had spent years running from your feelings—that wasn't an option anymore.

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Your first performance in front of over a thousand people had you a nervous wreck all over again. You could handle a couple hundred—but enough to populate your hometown? It sent you spiraling.

Eddie found you pacing back and forth behind stage, your hands running over your face to try and calm your nerves.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," He whispered, gently taking you by the shoulders, "This isn't our first rodeo, right? We're the real deal now, Y/N/N. It's alright."

He pulled you into a hug, running his hand over your hair as you breathed into his chest, "Breathe with me, okay? Listen to my heart, alright? Listen to the beat."

His voice alone managed to calm you down—paired with his touch, you didn't know what to do with yourself.

The two of you pulled away from each other, and he looked you up and down, "Ready, sweetheart?"

You nodded, causing him to smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple, "You've got this, don't worry."

The both of you ignored the looks you got from the rest of the band while you walked on stage.

During the performance, it became too much. Your fists clenched up and your breath work wasn't quite right.

Taking notice of it, Eddie discretely moved towards you, passing it off as him being really passionate playing the bass. In reality, he just wanted to be there with you, reassuring you that you'd be okay.

He succeeded, too. Having him a foot away versus the usual six helped in ways you couldn't have imagined.

From then on, he always played a little closer to you.

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As soon as the band went on a short break halfway through the concert, Eddie made a beeline towards you behind stage.

He cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss the two of you had been waiting for the entirety of your careers.

Your hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him as close to you as physically possible. His hands slid down to your waist, finally pulling back to catch his breath.

"I've been waiting to do that since the day I met you."

His forehead pressed against yours, relief washing over him, "God, I love you. Was that too soon? I'm sorry—"

You pulled him back in for a quick kiss, "Not soon enough."

[its-vannah]

Daisy Jones & The Six Masterlist

Graham Dunne

Along for the Ride (request)

The groupie scene was a defining movement of the 70's—and a monumental part of Graham's life (interview format)

Moving Forward (request)

After Graham discovers your self destructive habits, he offers you help—but you can't take him up on it (different perspective/format of "Along for the ride")

A Toast to the Bride and Groom

During your wedding reception, you're touched by the things the band has to say.

Another Love (request)

You've loved Graham Dunne for your whole life—but you come to find out that not all love is requited.

Angel of my Eyes (request)

After finding out that you're the inspiration for Graham's song, you decide to give him a chance.

Eddie Roundtree

Relationship Headcannons/Timeline

A timeline from when you met Eddie down to the two of you growing old together

Girl, Put Your Records On

After meeting Eddie through your dad, the two of you begin a whirlwind romance, full of highs and lows

Another Love: Part One | Part Two | Part Three

After Graham breaks your heart, you find yourselves in the arms of his bandmate, Eddie Roundtree.

Surprise

After a concert ends with a fueding Eddie and Billy, you manage to calm him down.

Last Forever (request)

You and Eddie finally reveal your true feelings for each other—after five years of pining.

Marriage Headcannons (request)

A list of headcannons about being married to everybody's favorite bassist

Warren Rojas

Relationship Headcannons/Timeline

A timeline of when you and Warren met down to the two of you growing old together

Rojas

Warren leaves for LA with one promise: that he'll come back for you—and he means every word.

West Coast (request)

You've made a name for yourself in LA; your main goal to support young plus-sized girls like yourself. During an interview, you meet another up and coming band.

Jealousy, Jealousy (request)

After Warren witnesses you filming an intimate scene with your costar on set, you realize just how jealous he is—and how much he loves you

Perfect (request)

When you come down with a cold, Warren does his best to take care of you.

The Alternative (request)

During The Dunne's Houseparty, you and Warren get high and talk about life.

[its-vannah]

Surprise | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: This easily became one of my favorites I've ever written. Hope you all enjoy it 💕

Warnings: Please scroll down to the bottom of the fic as it contains heavy spoilers

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Eddie paced around your apartment, waving his hands in the air while he rattled on about Billy's treatment of him during one of their latest concerts.

The two of them weren't exactly cordial to each other, with one usually down the others throat, but you understood how Eddie felt. He had finally gotten the chance to have a minute in the spotlight while Daisy sang—and Billy ripped the opportunity out of his hands.

As soon as he got back from the tour, he went straight home to vent to you about it.

"I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?" Eddie exclaimed, his slapping his sides, "If he's not the center of attention, then he's not happy!"

He rambled on, "And his whole obsession with Daisy? Don't get me started. They don't even let us write for the albums—at all. You know, Graham wrote a song. A fucking great song. And you know what Billy said?"

"What did he say?" You hummed.

"He said no, we don't want your damn song on the album because it's not your job to write the songs."

You tilted your head to the side, "Verbatim?"

"Well, no, but that's what he meant," Eddie groaned, bracing himself against one of the barstools in the kitchen, "He's got a stick permanently shoved up his ass."

You got up from your spot on the couch and walked to stand behind him. Once your fingers found his shoulders, you began moving them in circles to loosen up the tension in his upper body.

He relaxed a bit, leaning into your touch.

"Eddie, I'm sorry that happened at the concert," You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, "Next time, stand your ground. Tell him if it's been decided you'll go out there, then you're going to go. To hell with what he thinks. It's not just his band, it's all of yours."

A sigh escaped his lips as he nodded, "It feels like shit being on his bad side. He always wants to be in control."

"Then let him," You said as he turned to face you, "It'll catch up with him eventually."

Eddie pressed his lips to your temple, wrapping his arms around you, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I was a dick when I got home," He explained, "Didn't even ask how my girl's day was."

Your hand moved to cup his cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb, "It's okay, Ed, you had a shitty day with Billy. You know I'm here if you need someone to talk to. You should, anyway, I'm your wife."

Your teasing tone caused a slight smile to appear on his face as he leaned in to kiss you—properly, as he said, this time.

He pulled away not long after, "So, how were you while I was gone?"

"About that," You said, taking a step back towards the living room to grab something from beneath the side table, "I have a surprise for you."

"For me?" He questioned, confusion washing over his face before he raised his eyebrows, "I mean, if you're in the mood, I am. How long has it been? Since the day before the tour?"

Playfully glaring back at Eddie, you picked the small box up and carried it over to him, "Put your hands out

"I feel like a kid all over again," He admitted as he stuck his hands out, "Don't tell me I have to close my eyes."

"You don't."

"Is it a pony?" He teased, causing you to laugh in response.

You shrugged, "Let's just hope I got the right kind."

He held the box in his hands, confused as to what it could be.

"Open it."

He undid the ribbon, sliding it off the box before lifting the lid. The bassist was left with more tissue paper, something he was never fond of.

Once he lifted back the layers and saw the contents, his eyes widened.

Inside was a pair of little baby boots and a small guitar pick. Unlike some of his bandmates who would've stared at it wondering what it meant until they had to be told, it clicked in his head right away.

In a small, soft voice, his eyes met yours, "You're pregnant?"

You nodded as he set the box down on the coffee table, gently taking you in his arms and weaving his hands through your hair, pressing your head to his chest.

"God, I'm gonna be a dad."

Smiling into his chest, you inhaled the lingerinf scent of his cologne, "The best."

The two of you stood there for a while, living in the world you had created on your own. In that moment, there was no Billy, no band, and no way in hell anything could ever tear you away from eachother.

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Warnings: Pregnancy, marriage, Billy Dunne SLANDER

[its-vannah]

All I want | Another Love Part Two | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

Request from anonymous: I don't know if this can be considered a request, is more so that I will die if you don't to a part 2 of the Another Love story, where Eddie offers to help Y/N get over Graham, shoot his shot with the girl now that she decided to move on. She starts to realize his feelings for her and decides to give him a chance. Or maybe like they start a friends with benefits kinda thing, but eventually she falls in love with him as well? idk, just throwing ideas out there....

A/N: So, I started writing... And I've decided this is going to be a three part mini series. This one's mainly just a filler. Building, really.

Warnings: None

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

The night Graham broke your heart was the night you thought you had lost everything. But you didn't, not in the slightest. There was one person who never left your side, hadn't even considered it. Eddie.

He had held you in the back seat of your car as you cried into his chest. Once you had fallen asleep, he debated waking you up and taking you home. But that posed a few problems: you would either drive back on your own (he didn't want to leave you by yourself in your state) or he would drive you but wouldn't be able to drive himself back since it was your car.

In the end, he wound up with the back of his head against the window, his back at an awkward angle with one food planted on the seat and the other hanging over the side of the leather seat.

You were nestled in his side, your breaths now steady.

But his back was killing him and there was barely enough room for the two of you. So he went to his next option.

Sitting up, he pulled you with him, lifting you out of the car as gently as he could without waking you.

Eddie got a few looks from people passing by on the street, but he payed them no attention. He just focused on getting you comfortable.

He readjusted you in his arms to make sure you were fully supported before entering the elevator, using his knee to press the button to his floor.

Looking down at you, he couldn't help but smile. When he looked at you, he didn't see your puffy eyes or tear stained face. Eddie just saw how truly beautiful you were, how at peace you had found yourself.

When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out, rounded a corner, and began making his way to his room.

What he didn't expect to see was Karen sneaking out of Graham's room. She looked at him, eyes wide.

"Not a word to Billy?"

He shook his head, "Not a word."

Karen smiled, "She alright?"

"Exhausted, it was a long day."

She raised her brows, a smirk appearing on her face, "Are the two of you—"

"No, no it's not like that. I'm her—We're friends. It's just too late for her to drive home," He said, his voice just above a whisper.

"Hope the two of you sleep well," The keyboardist said, slipping back into her room.

Eddie kept one arm behind your back, his other replaced with his knee as he dug for his room key with his now free hand.

Finding it deep in his pockets, he pulled it out and stuck it in the lock, twisting it gently before placing it back in his pocket and stelping inside.

He set you down on his bed, carefully slipping your shoes off and placing them at the food of the bed. Then he moved to your hair, running his fingers through it to get some of the knots out.

Draping the sheets over you, he stepped away and headed for the bathroom to get changed into his pajamas.

Once he was done, he made his way over to a small couch in the corner of the room, taking a spare blanket from the end of the bed on his way there.

Checking on you one last time, he turned out the beside lamp and went to sleep.

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The sunlight filtered through the hotel room the next morning, waking you from a dead sleep.

You could tell that something was off before you even opened your eyes. You weren't at home, this wasn't your bed.

Slowly opening your eyes, you took in your surroundings. No one else was in the bed with you, the room was empty. Where were you?

That's when the bathroom door opened. Eddie poked his head out, his face softening when he saw you, "Morning."

Confused, you took off the covers from on top of you, "Morning..."

There was silence for a moment, "Eddie?"

He hummed in response, pulling a long sleeve shirt over his white tank top.

"I didn't make it back home last night?"

"You passed out in the back seat. I figured you'd be more comfortable up here than there, so I brought you up."

You furrowed your brows, "Where did you sleep?

He nodded towards the couch, causing you to groan.

"I kicked you out of your own bed?"

He let out a soft laugh, "It's alright, Y/N. The couch was fine. Plus, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," He said, teasingly adding, "You can pay my chiropractor another day."

You sighed, falling back onto the bed.

Eddie sat down on the edge of the mattress by your legs, "How are you holding up?"

"I feel like shit," You admitted, sitting up. You got a glance of yourself in a mirror, groaning, "I look like shit, too."

He shook his head, "No, you don't."

Smiling at him, you leaned into him for a hug, your chin resting on his shoulder, "I don't know what I would've done without you last night. How can I make it up to you, I'm sure you barely got any sleep."

His hand found your back, returning the embrace, "Don't worry about it. Just take care of yourself."

"I should probably get going if I'm going to make it to the show later."

Eddie pulled away, "You're still going?"

"I owe it to you, Ed."

"You don't have to, you know."

You placed a hand atop his, "I want to."

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The day after the concert, your head was spinning. You wanted to say goodbye to Eddie and Camila, the girls, too, but it made you sick to think you'd see Graham there again.

You made the decision to go anyway, getting to the hotel to bid your farewells just after sunrise. Their next stop was Chicago.

Julia saw you first, standing hand in hand with her mother. She pointed at you, pulling Camila's hand and running towards you as fast as her little legs could carry her.

You scooped her up in your arms, peppering her face with kisses, "I got you something."

She clapped excitedly, kicking her feet as you held up a stuffed tiger from the zoo you had gotten for her when she was first born. You had meant to send it to her ages ago, but had never gotten the chancs.

Camila shook her head, smiling, "You spoil her too much. She's going to expect something everytime she sees you, you know."

You shrugged, handing the toddler over to her mother, "There are worse things in the world."

"Y/N?" A voice called out from behind you.

Turning towards the direction of the voice, you were glad to see Eddie walking towards you with a suitcase. He walked a little faster when he spotted you, not wanting to waste the little time he had before he left.

You met him halfway, throwing your arms around him. It took him a moment before he returned the hug, pulling you close to him, "I didn't think you'd come."

You pulled away a bit to look at him, "And miss seeing my favorite people off? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

He didn't know how to answer, so he just pulled you back into another embrace.

Warren honked the horn, "Come on, ladies and gentlemen!"

Camila shot him a threatening look for interrupting your goodbyes.

The two of you finally broke away from each other as the rest of the band piled into the van. Camila pulled you in for a brief hug, practically an arms length away because of her bump.

"I'll call you when we get back, alright?"

You nodded, "I look forward to hearing from you. Let me know how the delivery goes, alright?"

She nodded happily, "I will."

Getting into the van, she and Eddie waved at you one last time before pulliny away. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. But you had this new feeling sinking into your heart, and you couldn't quite put a finger on it.

[its-vannah]

To Love | Another Love Part Three | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: As of right now, this is the final part of this series unless I get requests asking for another installment. Thank you for all the support 💕

Warnings: Kissing, saying goodbye

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

You didn't see Eddie for nearly another year. It was hard, especially once you figured out what that feeling in your heart was. What had started off as a friendship had quickly become something more. The longer you were away from him, the more you realized your feelings for him.

While you may not have seen each other, the two of you did talk on the phone as much as possible. He told you about what was happening in LA, and you filled him in on life in Pittsburgh.

There were nights you fell asleep listening to the sound of his voice. You plugged your phone in by the bed so the cord wouldn't have to stretch so far just so you could talk to him longer.

Even when the two of you didn't have anything to talk about, you found something. Whether that was construction on The Strip or new animals in the zoo.

Hours would pass before one of you would have to hang up to get some sleep, even if you hated saying goodnight.

There weren't any labels on your relationship. You weren't even sure if Eddie saw it as anything more than a friendship. But you needed to see him. To feel yourself nestled into his chest again.

As soon as he told you they were coming to Pittsburgh, you told him not to bother with getting a hotel, that he could stay with you. It was closer to the concert venue, anyway.

He agreed and then had to be pulled off the phone for rehearsals. You bid him goodbye, falling onto your bed with a smile on your face. As giddy as a teenage girl, you imagined how it would be to see him again.

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Warren dropped Eddie off at your apartment on his way to fill up the van's gas. Everyone else was already at the hotel, unaware of Eddie's plans to stay with you over them.

As soon as the buzzer rang, you raced downstairs to help him with his bags.

He had to drop his luggage as you ran fullforce to him, draping your arms over his shoulders.

"You didn't miss me at all, did you?" He teased, setting you back down on the pavement, grabbing his suitcase.

You took his other two bags, slinging one over your shoulder and holding the other in one of your hands, "No, not in the slightest."

"I can carry them, I don't mind."

Turning on your heel, you tilted your head, "You don't feel comfortable letting a woman carry your bags? Guess you're not as perfect as I thought."

Flustered, he shook his head, "No, no—that's not—I just—"

You broke out into a fit of laughter, "I'm messing aith you, Ed, don't worry."

He nodded, relief washing over him before another thought popped into his head, "You think I'm perfect?"

"Don't let it go to your head."

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Luckily for Eddie, you had a spare bedroom with a bedframe and mattress already set up. You had put on the sheets that morning, making sure everything was perfect for him before he arrived.

That night, with a record playing in the background, you poured both yourself and Eddie a glass of wine. Bringing it over to him on the couch,

That night, the two of you settled down on your couch, a record playing in the background as you poured yourselves a glass of wine.

Clinking glasses, you both took a small sip before you set the glass down on the sidetable.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He nodded, turning his body towards you, "Go for it."

"Everyone in the band—even Warren—has seen or is seeing somebody," You said, eyes wandering the room, "Why not you?"

Eddie looked down at his glass, swirling the wine around as he thought about how to respond.

"I'm sorry if I'm prying," You said, taking a large sip of wine, "You don't have to answer if you don't have to."

"Y/N, I—"

The buzzer rang again, cutting him off.

Groaning, you set your glass back down and went to the buzzer box, "Hello?

The other line was quiet for a moment, "Y/N?"

"Who is this?" You asked, the other end distorted.

"It's Graham."

You paused, "What do you need?"

"Look... Can we talk? Please?"

Looking back at Eddie, you hesitated, "I don't know."

"Just give me five minutes, please."

"Okay."

You buzzed him in, turning to Eddie.

"Who was that?" He asked.

Pursing your lips, you met his eyes, "Graham."

"Oh," Eddie frowned, "Should I—Should I give you two a minute or...?"

"No, you can stay there. It shouldn't take long."

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later. Taking a deep breath, you opened it, revealing a disheveled Graham on the other side.

"Your five minutes starts now, Dunne," You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

Nodding, he began, "I made a mistake, Y/N/N. I made a mistake when I walked away from you—from us. I want to give us a try. Please."

You were silent for a moment, not wanting it to hurt him too bad that you already had an answer in your head, "No."

"Please, Y/N. I want you. I'm choosing you."

"I don't want there to have to be a choice between me and someone else. I need someone who is with me without hesitation," You explained, "Graham, I've moved on."

He looked you up and down, in your nicest sundress, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes, Graham. You are," You said, growing increasingly frustrated with him, "What about Karen? Does she know you're here?"

"Karen and I are—I don't know," He said, tears swelling in his eyes, "No. She doesn't know I'm here. We had a fight."

You shook your head, "Graham, all you've ever really wanted in life was to be loved. Just because you can't get that for one second from one woman doesn't mean you can run to the next one you find and get it from her. I can't be that woman for you."

"You don't—you don't love me anymore?"

"A part of me will always love you, but I'm not in love with you. I haven't been for a while."

He nodded, accepting your answer, "Okay."

"Okay," You repeated, "Go get her, Graham. You don't want to lose this one."

With that, you closed the door, turning back to Eddie.

"I'm sorry about that," You apologized, "I didn't think it would take that long."

He rose from the couch, walking towards you, "Did you mean what you said? You're not in love with him anymore?"

You nodded, "I haven't been for a while, Eddie."

"Is there... Is there someone else?"

You began slowly stepping towards him, "There is."

"Who... Do I know him?"

"I'd say you know him pretty well."

The two of you were inches away from each other.

"I believe our conversation was interrupted," Your voice was just above a whisper, "So let me ask you again: Is there anyone on your mind?"

He nodded, tilting his head, "There is."

A dreamy smile appeared on your lips, "Do I know her?"

His lips were mere seconds from being on yours, "I'd say you know her pretty well."

With that, you closed the gap between the two of you, your lips moving against his.

Eddie's hands cupped your face before slowly moving them down to your waist. Your arms tangled around his neck, smiling as you leaned into the embrace.

There was someone else—and that someone was Eddie.

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Being Married to Eddie Roundtree | Headcannons

Request: Hello!! How are you? Can you make Headcannons of being married to Eddie please?

Warnings: Marriage (?)

Taglist: @celestialstar111

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

- He likes to sleep on the left side of the bed. It doesn't matter if he's sleeping on a twin or full, he'll always lean towards the left. If you sleep on the left side, all hell will break loose. He won't wake you, but he'll complain about his back hurting and lack of sleep the next morning. It drives you crazy to no end.

- You both sleep in whenever he's on a break. Between his job causing him to be away for so long and your job demanding a lot of your focus, it's hard to find time for just the two of you. Whenever he's got time off, the two of you lay in bed for almost the whole day.

- Without a doubt, you're the first person he shares music with. It used to be the band, but you really are his biggest supporter. Whether it's just a little best or a full fledged song, you lay down beside him and listen to him play.

- You're always running low on vacation and sick days due to Eddie's tours. You try to attend as many as you can, but sometimes it isn't feasible. Whenever you do make it, he takes you out afterwards and you stay with him at his hotel. Usually, you leave the following afternoon.

- Camila tends to stay in the background, a force behind the scenes while you're the opposite. You're a journalist, so you're used to getting out there and making yourself known. Plus, it's Eddie, he worships you and wants to show you off.

- You spend your first Christmas as a married couple with his family back in Pittsburgh. The two of you then alternate it every year between staying in LA and going back to PA. When the band splits up, joint Christmases together don't happen.

- When he decides to become a music producer, you support him through it all. His business takes off and he takes you out on the town to celebrate.

- The two of you absolutely love to travel. Seeing the world has always been a dream of yours, and with the business and your job, the two of you are able to make it happen.

- You guys continue living in California, but opt to stay a few minutes out of LA for some much needed peace and quiet.

- Eddie wakes up at the same time every morning, makes himself coffee, and winds up falling back asleep when he's finished. You always pull a blanket on top of him.

- Eddie's family adores you. You're everything they wanted for their son and more. They treat you like royalty.

- He goes through a quarter life crisis and buys a motorcycle—but you don't let him use it because it's too dangerous. You won that argument.

- Every year on the anniversary of your wedding, he takes you back to the spot he proposed to you on (the beach) and the two of you watch the tide come in. It's a tradition that carries on throughout your entire marriage.

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Favorite Crime | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: Guys, this is a really tough story to read. It has darker elements but my main goal of writing it was to raise awareness for situations like domestic violence. I know it has a happy ending, but so many people don't have that. If you or someone you know is going through this or something similar, please get help.

My apologies for being gone for so long—school has been killing me.

Warnings: Minors dni, affairs, alcohol, domestic violence, minor allusions to sex, bruises (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Taglist: @celestialstar111 @stokzr @scenesofobx

You hadn't meant for it to happen. Not really, anyway. I mean, it's not like you went out with the mindset that you were going to have an affair with the bassist from the biggest band in the world. But then again, sometimes the best things in life are unexoected.

The day you married Ernest Malcom was the day your happiness ended. He was an up and coming actor who had promised you the world. He said you'd never have to work a day in your life—that he would take care of it. He'd say "money won't be an issue."

But it was. So, as he was out going to countless auditions, you were back home working as a secretary in a sound studio. It didn't pay much, but it was enough to float the two of you.

The more failed auditions he came home from, the more alcohol he poured into his glass. He'd claim it was just to "ease the nerves", but he'd be drunk on his ass morning, noon, and night. Eventually, he stopped going to auditions all together. He became a staple at the local bar, throwing back shots and finding his way between women's legs in the bathroom stalls while you worked.

Sitting at your desk at the sound studio, you eyes the divorce papers you had hired someone to draft up. You couldn't do it anymore. The constant feeling of being cheated on, the promises that were broken, the late nights watching him spiral—it was all too much.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard the door open.

When you saw the man you had come to know as a regular enter, you felt your heartbeat start to pick up.

Eddie Roundtree looked you up and down through the top of his sunglasses, a smirk appearing on his face.

You bit your lip, heat rising to your cheeks as your mouth melted into a smile. You couldn't help it—his grin was infectious and made you feel like a teenage girl all over again. To be fair, you were only twenty one—so your teenage years weren't too far behind you.

He nodded at you before making his way to the studio to wait for the rest of his bandmates.

You knew it was wrong—the feeling in the pit of your stomach, the fluttering in your heart, the visions of his lips against your neck. But was it so wrong if Ernest was doing the same thing?

Over the next few weeks, as you secretly worked on dividing your assets from your husband's, you and Eddie slipped into a routine.

He'd waltz into the studio, a guitar slung on his back, sunglasses tilted down so he could get a good view of you before practicing with the band. And on the way out, he'd lean against your desk, twisting a wooden toothpick in his teeth as he asked you questions, ranging from "How's your day?" to "You ever been with a bassist?"

Sure, he was a bit cocky—but it was thrilling to you. But the more he stopped by the desk, the more your need for him worsened.

After coming home one night to find Ernest on the couch with a random woman he had dragged home from the bar, you had enough. You grabbed him by the shirt as his hookup scrambled to get dressed.

Using all of your strength to push him against a wall—mainly to support him in his drunken state—you started crying.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You hissed, your fingers gripping his lipstick stained collar, "Fucking that girl behind my back? You brought her into our home!"

"Baby," He slurred, his hands finding your hips, "There's still plenty to go around."

You pulled away, "You're fucking disgusting."

Turning to walk away, he grabbed you by the arm, slamming your body into the wall. You could practically taste the liquor on his breath as he got in your face, gritting his teeth, "And you're a bitch. But here we are and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"I want a divorce—no, I'm getting a divorce."

Ernest pressed you harder into the wall, "Think twice before you mess with me."

"Get off of me, Ernest," You said, trying to push him off of you.

"You're not strong enough to do it yourself?" He taunted, "C'mon, baby, go ahead. Hit me. See where that gets you."

You choked back your tears, "You're hurting me. Please."

His arm was crushing into your ribs. The pain was nearly unbearable.

Clenching your fists, you beat against his chest in an effort to get him off. When that didn't work, you lifted your leg and pushed his knee in, startling him just enough for you to get away.

That was your first mistake.

He came at you with full force, stopping you from getting out the door at the last moment. Throwing you onto the ground below him, he moved your hands out of your face as you screamed for him to stop.

A strong slap to the right side of your face stopped your pleas. Your cheek was throbbing—your skin on fire. There'd be a bruise there soon enough—a constant reminder of what he had done to you.

He held onto your shoulders, stopping you from moving, "I can bring home whoever I damn please, baby, and you won't say shit about it. You understand?"

You nodded, desperate for this to be over.

"Find somewhere else to stay tonight," He said, leaning into your ear, "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll have you over another night. Sound good, baby?"

He stalked back over to the couch, refilling his beer glass before sitting down. While his back was turned, you grabbed the bag you had hidden in the closet inacse you ever needed to make a quick escape. You had hoped you'd never reached that point—but here you were.

Your first thought was to go to a friend's—but you really didn't want to have to see the look on their face when they saw the bruise forming on your cheek. So you went to what had become your second home—the studio.

It took you a while to get there—then again, what normally would've been a fifteen minutes drive had taken you an hour and a half. It was nearly ten by the time you arrived.

You had expected everyone to be gone for the day—but there was still a car in the parking lot. Before unlocking the door, you said a silent prayer it would be Eddie.

To your surprise, you didn't even have to open the door. Eddie, on the other side of the glass, waved to you with a smile, pushing the door open.

He held it for you as you walked in, fixing your hair so it would cover the bruise on your right side.

"Didn't expect to see you here at this time of night," Eddie commented, "I was just heading out."

You forced a smile on your face, "Got locked out of my house on accident."

"So, where are you staying tonight?"

Nodding, you lifted your bag, "Here, I guess."

He frowned, shaking his head, "I can't let you do that. How about you come home with me? I'm not trying to make a move on you—I mean, I was until you said you didn't have a place tonight—I just want you to be comfortable."

"I don't want to impose or anything, but thank you."

"You wouldn't be, Y/N," He said, and you had to hide the thrill that went through you at the thought of him remembering your name, "You can stay in the couch or with Karen, if that's makes you more comfortable."

"I mean, I wouldn't have any complaints sharing my bed with you, but it's your choice," He teased, flashing you the smile you had grown to love.

You hesitated, "You're sure I wouldn't intrude?"

"Positive," He said, reaching for your bag, "Here, I'll carry it out for you."

You let him take the bag from your hands and he slung it over his shoulder, leading you out to his car.

Once the two of you were in the car, heading towards the home he shared with half of his bandmates, you began fiddling with the ring in your finger.

"So, you're married?"

You looked up at him, "You didn't know?"

"Would you think I was shitty if I said I knew, I just didn't care?"

You shrugged, giving him a small smile, "Maybe a little."

"So, what's he like?"

"You really want to know?"

Eddie nodded, his fingers beating against the wheel as he waited for the light to change, "Gotta see how I measure up to the competition."

"If it's a competition, Eddie, the you've already won."

You played right into his ego—something he worked so hard to build that could so easily be shattered.

"Well, if you really want to know, he's a piece of shit. I married him when I was nineteen. I was too young for it, really. But he promised me the world and I loved him," You explained, "It didn't take long for me to see who he really was. Who he is."

Eddie pulled into a parking lot by the beach, locking his eyes on yours. The wind had been in your hair while he was driving, and he couldn't help but notice the purple to the right of your nose.

Brushing the hair out of your face, he gently stroked the bruise, "He did this?"

That's what broke you. The idea that somebody, for once, cared. Tears started streaming down your face as his fingers lingered on the spot.

He grit his teeth, "I'm gonna fucking kill him."

"You don't even know him, Eddie," You choked, "You barely know me."

"I know enough to know I want to learn everything about you," He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Let's get you home, okay? You stay with me as long as you need. You just have to make me a promise."

"What?"

He looked over at you as he began pulling out of the parking spot, "That you won't go back to him."

"I promise."

Eddie placed his hand on your lower thigh, his thumb stroking the skin that peeked through beneath your skirt. It was nothing sexual—surprisingly—it was something meant to calm you down. Men rarely had zero alterior motives—but Eddie, in that moment, had none other than keeping you safe.

It was eleven by the time you made it to his house, and his bandmates were either out at a party or passed out drunk on the back porch.

He led you through the house, your bag still slung over his shoulder, "Any thoughts on where you want to stay?"

Steadying your shaky breath, you gazed up at him, "Does your offer still stand?"

You took a step towards him and his breath nearly hitched in his throat, "Always."

Eddie gave you privacy to shower, setting you up with everything you needed. But once the water stopped and you dried yourself off, you realized you had forgotten your bag in his room.

After you brushed your teeth and rubbed lotion on your skin, you made you way back to his room, leaving a slight trail of wet footprints behind you.

You knocked on the door, pushing it open.

His eyes widened upon seeing you in a towel and he, in a turn of events, became the giddy teenager.

"Y/N—you—you—"

"Forgot my clothes."

He nodded, "Oh. Okay. Do you—you—here's your bag."

You took it from the bassist, rummaging through it's contents to find that you had forgotten to pack yourself clothes to sleep in.

Turning towards Eddie, you bit down on your lip, "Do you have some clothes I could borrow?"

He nodded, unable to think of any words to say as he scrambled to his dresser, pulling out a random band shirt. He even offered you boxers, but you told him you had it covered, causing him to blush wildly as he placed it back in his drawer.

"Do you need pajama pants?"

"I don't wear them to bed. Not as comfortable," You said, correcting yourself, "If that's okay...?"

He shook his head, flashing you a smile, "Yeah, sure, that's—that's great."

Although he tried his best to be slick, you couldn't help but notice him trying to cover up the rising fabric of his pants.

Taking it as a hint, you tilt your head, "Can I just change in here? It's easier than going back down the hallway."

He smiled, standing there awkwardly, "Yeah, yeah that's okay."

You started to pull at the corners of your towel, "You don't care, right? I mean, we're both adults here. Nothing you haven't seen before, right?"

Eddie swallowed, "Yeah..."

He watched as the towel fell into a pile around your feet, revealing yourself to him.

You had waited for this moment since the day you met him—and it felt good.

It didn't take long before his lips were on yours, his hands running through your hair, careful not to touch your swollen cheek. You had never felt this way before.

And you certainly had never been railed on top of a dresser before—but there you were.

You said a silent prayer that no one was in the house—the two of you weren't exactly being quiet.

After the two of you finished on the dresser, you wound up on the bed, your hips rocking against each other as if you couldn't get close enough.

Eddie gripped the bedframe, shaking it back and forth as he pressed into you. It felt like the whole room was shaking. But your worries had never been so at ease.

When you both finished again, he collapsed next to you, chest heaving, "There's few things I enjoy more than playing with the band—but that—that was one of them."

Your chest heaved as you curled up beside him, resting your head on his bare chest, "I've never felt that way before."

"In a good way?"

Pressing a sloppy kiss to his mouth, he hummed in response, "I'd say it was a good way."

After a few minutes of silence, the only sounds filling the air being your panting, he turned towards you, "So..."

"So..."

He smiled down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your bruise, "I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again—If you'll have me. I know it's... complicated."

"Eddie," You sighed, "I've had the divorce papers at my desk for the past month—and the ring you saw? I threw it onto the highway on our way here."

"So it's over?"

"It's been over for a long time," You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "I just need to make it official."

"The offer is still on the table, you know."

"What offer?"

He sighed, "I'll beat the shit out of him for what he did to you."

"Two wrong don't make a right."

"No, but it feels good sometimes."

You couldn't help but laugh, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I have a few ideas."

Eddie Roundtree: She did, eventually, figure out what she was going to do with me.

Y/N Roundtree: We took it slow. Well, as slow as we could.

Eddie: She married me.

Y/N: The day we got married was the happiest day of my life.

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How Can I Love Again? | Prologue | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve just been so busy that by the time the ideas start forming in my head, I’m passed out from exhaustion. Regardless, here’s a ten part series to make up for it. Well, probably ten parts. I have most of it planned out (in my head), so we’ll see how it goes from there. I hope you guys all enjoy, and as always, feel free to leave a request!

Warnings: Profanities, crying, allusions to sex, break up

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Taglist: @celestialstar111 @stokzr @scenesofobx

You had never been a fan of the tabloids—the endless gossip and chatter about who slept with who and how much weight so and so had gained. Half of the time, it wasn’t true. And the other half was just plain hurtful. These celebrities had a lives, too—star studded lives filled with private jets and millions of dollars to waste—but lives nonetheless. They deserved privacy, and selfishly, you deserved to be able to go somewhere without seeing your ex-fiancé on the cover of said tabloids.

Waiting in line at Hazelwood Coffee, your sister, Leah, stepped in front of the magazine rack in a failed attempt to spare your feelings, “So, Y/N, you going to go with iced or hot today?”

Although you appreciated her attempt to protect you from the countless photos of Eddie getting handsy with girls on tour, it didn’t take long for your brother-in-law to audibly gasp at the magazine, “He did what?”

Leah glared back at him, rolling her eyes. They had started dating after you and Eddie split, so he hadn’t been around for the countless nights you spent crying into her arms on your mother’s couch. No, he had grown to love The Dunne Brothers, reminding everyone that he had, in fact, gone to hear them play at a bar in town center one night a few years back. Despite his knowledge of your past with him, nothing could cover up the shock on his face whenever he saw their faces on the front cover of The Scoop or whatever tacky magazine he stumbled across.

Despite your efforts to act like you didn’t care about where he was in his life, Leah saw right through you, reassuring you that it was okay to be hurt. You were supposed to be right there with him, backstage as he played in some of the greatest concert venues in the world. But you weren’t, because three years ago, Eddie Roundtree had left you at the alter.

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3 Years Ago

It was a warm day in June, the perfect amount of clouds in the sky but not enough to block the sun from beaming down on you. Everything was perfect. You were getting married to the love of your life and, to you, nothing could possibly go wrong. But your idea of perfection would come to bite you in the ass when you heard a knock on the door.

Leah looked up from doing your makeup, “You stay here, I don’t want you messing up your hair or brows.”

You smiled up at her, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You had never felt more beautiful.

When you noticed how long Leah had been gone for, you tuned into the conversation she was having at the door, “Eddie, it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

“I really need to see her, Leah. It’s important.”

“Eddie, don’t start this marriage off on the wrong foot. I’m telling you, it’s bad luck,” She groaned, “Can’t you just wait to screw her until after the ceremony?”

You whipped your head around, “Leah!”

She glanced back at you apologetically, “It’s Eddie. He wants to know if he can come in.”

“Right now? I’m not done getting ready, but he can take a seat while you finish.”

Eddie pushed the door open a bit more, “I need a minute with you—alone.”

Leah raised a brow, looking between the two of you, “Hear that? Alone. Can’t blame a girl for wondering, can you?”

“Out, Leah,” You said, shaking your head, unable to contain your amusement.

She stepped out of the room, letting her soon to be brother-in-law squeeze past her. He shut the door behind him, twisting the lock. It was at this moment that you realized he wasn’t in his suit yet. He was still wearing his bell bottoms and turtleneck.

You swiveled around in your seat, “You’re not dressed yet? The weddings in an hour, Eds.”

He nodded his head, sitting down on an ottoman across from you, trying to think of the words to say.

Watching him struggle in silence, you rose from your seat and moved to sit across his lap, “Everything alright?”

His heartbeat starting picking up as you ran your hands through his hair, undoing the tangles, “You know you can tell me anything right? Including why you aren’t dressed yet.”

You watched as he swallowed hard, pursing his lips, “I’m leaving today.”

Letting out a breathy, confused laugh, you tilt your head, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead to check him for a temperature, “I know, honey. That’s kind of how honeymoons work. Are you feeling alright?”

“We’re not going on a honeymoon.”

“What? Why? We’ve been planning it for months.”

Eddie took a deep breath, “Because we’re not getting married.”

You felt your heart break in an instant, confusion spreading across your face. Enveloping his head in your hands, you shook your head, “What are you talking about?”

He didn’t meet your eyes, instead he just bowed his head.

Sliding off his lap, you took a step back, crossing your arms. You went through a list of reasons as to why this was happening in your head, pacing the room before turning back to him, “You’re a fucking dick if you think this is funny. I love you, Eddie, but doing this on our wedding day is a sick joke.”

He winced before looking up at you, “I’m not laughing. It’s not a joke.”

Tears starting falling down your face and your chest heaved, your voice cracking as you asked the one question he didn’t want to answer, “Why?”

“Honey…”

You shook your head, “Don’t call me that. Don’t you fucking call me that. Is there someone else? Someone who you love enough to run away with on our wedding day?”

“Y/N, it’s not like that, I promise.”

Shaking your head, you narrowed your eyes, “Well you seem to make a lot of promises you can’t keep.”

“The band is moving out to LA, Y/N.”

“So? I’ll go with you.”

He shook his head, “I can’t ask you to do that. You have school.”

“I’ll graduate in two years, Eddie. I can just transfer to a school out there.”

“No, you worked hard to get where you are—and your family is here.”

You took a step towards him, “I can still see them on trips. It’s not like I’ll be gone forever. Besides, you have family here, too.”

“I just have Gran. It’s not like I’m leaving an entire family behind.”

“You’re leaving me behind.”

He bowed his head, “Y/N…”

“Well, it’s true.”

“I’m doing you a favor.”

“No, you’re taking the easy way out.”

A knock on the door stopped him from responding, but you hastily called out, “Hold on!”

“Don’t give up on me, Eddie—on us.”

“We’ll be living paycheck to paycheck, all crammed in a four bedroom apartment. I can’t support you like that.”

You sighed, “Then I’ll get a job, pull some weight. It’ll be enough to float us.”

“No, you have too much to focus on with college—I don’t want you to have to worry about making ends meet.”

That’s when you broke, desperate for him to change his mind, “Please, Eddie. If you change your mind and marry me right now, I’ll pretend none of this ever happened. I’ll forget about it—you’ll never hear a peep from me. I love you, baby. I’ll go anywhere with you—I’ll finish school out here and follow you out there when I’m done. Just please, please marry me.”

“I’ll always love you, Y/N. But if I can’t give you the life you deserve, I don’t deserve to be in your life.”

It was routine for him to kiss you whenever he left, whether he was going in another room or off to an audition. This time was no different, except that the kiss he pressed to your cheek meant goodbye instead of see you soon.

Watching him walk out the door, you stood unable to move.

Leah shuffled back in, eyeing him as he walked down the hallway before closing the door, “Did you two have fun in here?”

Seeing your sister come into view, you fell to your knees, sobs racking through your body. She rushed over to you, cradling you in her arms as she had done the day your parents had bought you home from the hospital. Petting your hair as you cried into her chest, she squeezed you tightly.

“Oh, honey, what happened?”

“The wedding,” You choked, “Is off.”

Leah winced, holding you tighter to her as you cried.

Eddie had left you to make it big—and that was enough for you to crumple. How could you ever love again?

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Thank you so much for carrying the weight of the daisy jones and the six fanfic for Eddie on your back. You're the best and I love the way you write

Y'all have got my crying. I've been writing since I was ten (I'm nineteen now) and I never thought I'd get this much support for my writing.

I'm happy to carry the weight—someone has to. I just spent two hours finishing a request that's up now in addition to posting one I write yesterday.

If you guys ever have any other requests, please let me know. Thank you again for all your support ❤️

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