#joshua whitehouse

[reasonsmandy]

Lullabies of Life

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

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

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

✧.* warnings — mentions of pregnancy.

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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Sebastian Chacon and Joshua Whitehouse as Warren and Eddie

Daisy Jones & the Six (2023)

[its-vannah]

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?

[daisyandbilly]

another new daisy jones and the six teaser!

[djdindjarin]

How They'd Wake You Up If You Slept In Too Late | Daisy Jones & The Six

an : this is accurate because I said so

• daisy

- would go in with every intention to wake you up, but would end up falling asleep next to you and YOU'D have to wake HER up

• karen

- would hate to bother you but would very gently shake you awake and whisper your name to wake you up

- would eventually scream if you didn't wake up fast enough

• warren

- absolutely no concept of personal space

- would come in the door, still trying to figure out what to do

- "do I tiptoe? do I scream?"

- would end up sitting next to you on the bed

- forgot what he was supposed to be doing and when you finally wake up, you'd roll over and wake up with his big eyes absolutely burning a hole through your head

• eddie

- no concept of personal space, but in the worst way possible

- he doesn't want to make it easy or quiet

- "maybe I'll just wake them gently"

- takes it back immediately

- would scream

- or blow an airhorn in your ear

- or would just jump on top of you (tbh warren would do the same)

- would be confused (not really) when you woke up irritated

• graham

- would stand in the doorway for a while

- he starts to stare off into the void

- would snap back to reality and would've forgotten what he was doing so he'd just leave the room

• billy

- would start by gently shaking you

- would irritate him when you wouldn't wake up

- "hey" (shaking you aggressively) "get up"

- "GET UP"

- would give up and leave the room

• camila

- would be gentle about it

- definitely sing song voice

- "time to get upppp"

- would sit there with you but would only stare at you for a little bit before looking away and patiently waiting for you to get up

[ladystardust-thinks]

Hello There!

My loves,

my name is Ronnie and i try to write. I write for some specific franchises and characters because I'm a tad bit uncultured and I have not watched a lot of stuff. This post will be a list of people I write for and you can request fics. I only write OC and x readers though. I am very sorry if that is not what you are interested in.

the people in italics are those I prefer to write the most about right now (bc I'm just a girl and I have phases ok?) and those in bold are the people I have a request in my inbox so works for them are basically coming soon

Any of the Marauders!

Any of the Daisy Jones and the Six girls!

DJATS; Eddie Roundtree, Warren Rojas

Kingsman; Eggsy, Roxy

Celebrities?; Tom Blyth, Taron Egerton, Taylor Swift, Florence Pugh, Joe Mazzello, Hailee Steinfeld, Suki Waterhouse, Josh Whitehouse, Maya Hawke, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery

Stranger Things; Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham

misc; tom blyth's!billy the kid, eloise bridgerton, razzle dingley, brian may, roger taylor, paris geller, rory gilmore, lorelai gilmore, jess mariano

Any Spiderverse Character!!

ATTENTION!

this list is not limited, if you have any request about the marvel or star wars universe send it around.

I do not write rpf (real people fiction) smut! The celebrity members list only includes fluff and light angst! I am not sure if I will be writing smut in general.

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Edaisy crumbs from ep 8 (ignore Nicky lol.) I think this ep,at least part of it,is set in 1976,which is when they started dating in my au. @andreabaideas some edaisy content for you.

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girls i love everything you are writing about Eddie Roundtree (especially smuts :D), i read everything, all of you, all the time!!!! THIS DESERT IS FILLING UP!!🥰🥰🥰 Love all writers in here, especially @viranellee and @parkerslatte 💘💘💘💘

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Daisy Jones & The Six behind the scenes

[envelopandkissme]

Joshua Whitehouse at the Daisy Jones & The Six premiere

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he is meditating guys

[reasonsmandy]

Make Rumors Come True

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — can i request #34 i’d totally marry you right now with eddie? thank you! 💗💗

✧.* summary — The label's marketing strategies were in full swing, and one of the main ideas to leverage your career was a fake relationship with Daisy Jones and the six bassist, Eddie Roundtree.

✧.* warnings — mention of drugs.

✧.* word count — 2.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Maybe I have an addiction to referencing Evelyn Hugo book magazines 😫

The label executives had been pushing Eddie Roundtree and you to fake a relationship for months. They claimed it would generate buzz and boost sales, but Eddie had always been reluctant to go along with the plan, after all he had never talked to you for more than 5 minutes, it seemed like a crazy idea. That is, until the label's head of marketing, came up with a new twist.

"What if we said you two were secretly dating?" he suggested over drinks one night. "That would really get people talking."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but you saw the potential in the idea. As a rising star in the music industry, you knew the value of publicity, and the prospect of being linked with one of the hottest bassists in the business was too good to pass up. So you look at him, waiting to see what he would say, Eddie just pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.

Eddie rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink. "I don't know, man. That seems like a stretch."

You got tired of listening quietly to the conversation, and spoke up.

"Actually, I think it's a good idea. People love a good secret romance."

Eddie turned to you, eyebrows raised. "You really think so?"

You nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of being linked with him. You had a crush on him for a while now, and maybe that was an opportunity to get close to him. "It could be fun. And it might be good for both of our careers."

Eddie looked thoughtful, and Teddy jumped into the conversation. "I believe they're right, Tweedle Dee, this could be huge. We just need to be careful about how we play it. No PDAs, nothing too obvious. We'll plant a few stories here and there and let the rumors do the rest."

Eddie takes a deep breath, looking right at you, he raises his eyebrows. "So what nightingale? You're in?"

You look at him and smile, shrugging. "I'm in!"

…

A few weeks after their suggestion, the magazine Sub Rosa published a story claiming that Eddie Roundtree and you were secretly dating. The article was filled with details about their supposed relationship: how you had met at a label party, how you two fell in love at first sight, and had been seen leaving a restaurant together late at night, and how you had been spotted holding hands at a music festival.

As soon as this magazine got on your hands you ran towards Eddie on the label, finding him sitting on the floor and writing some bass lines, you quickly sat down next to him, placing the magazine on top of his notebook. He takes his gaze to you, cigarette dangling from his lips, he arches his brows in question.

"What's this nightingale?" he takes the cigarette from his lips, smiling small at you.

"Our love story Tweedle Dee, apparently we're the hottest couple in the music world," you said, trying to suppress a laugh. "According to Sub Rosa, we're deeply in love and have been spotted holding hands at a music festival."

Eddie can't help but laugh with you. "Is that so? I must have missed that part."

"Did you forget our unforgettable night so quickly?" You pretend to be offended and he plays along.

"Oh my love, I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to treat you like this." He says, bringing your hand to his mouth to kiss it.

"Lucky for you I can't get mad at you, my honey bun." You say and Roundtree squints at the extremely cheesy nickname. "Too much?"

"Definitely too much." He laughs, stopping now to read the magazine you had left there. "People actually believe this?"

"Apparently." You say with a shrug, pointing to a specific line. "Look at this, Y/N L/N despite singing about being a free spirit was captivated by the skills of our favorite bassist Eddie Roundtree."

"I do indeed have a lot of seductive skills." Eddie had a smirk on his face, finding himself with the words chosen by the magazine.

"Now you seem to be having fun with this dating story, huh?" You say laying down on the floor, Eddie couldn't take his eyes off you... Looking at you more closely he finally noticed how beautiful you are.

"What are you talking about, nightingale?" He says offering you a cigarette, you accept. "I love my girlfriend, it's written right here."

You laugh along with him, and after that day it has become a habit. You always picked up all the magazines that had your theme to show each other, always finding something for you to start using to your advantage, soon you started not only feeding the rumors but also living them without noticing, you were always together, laughing together, talking until late at all parties, meetings and shows. And soon you noticed that your heart started racing every time you saw that blonde hair from afar, or a chill in your stomach when you heard him laugh, little by little what you pretended the most was coming out of pretending you were falling in love.

It had been a while since Roundtree felt this way, it's been a while since he felt his heart beat as fast as when he saw you looking back at him, he wasn't used to the feeling you caused him, he just knew he wanted more and more. As Eddie played along with the fake romance, he found himself drawn to you more and more. He loved spending time with you, whether it was goofing off on stage or having deep conversations over coffee.

At first, he tried to ignore the feelings, telling himself it was all part of the act. But as time went on, he couldn't deny the way his heart skipped a beat when he saw you or the way his stomach tightened with jealousy when he saw you talking to other guys.

With the return of The Six with Daisy Jones shows being booked in various venues across the country, Roundtree couldn't be more proud and happy with his work, he felt this would be the time they were going to make history!

Teddy had asked you to open the shows, and even though the idea was very good at first, you were reluctant and told him that you would think about it and get back to him at the end of the week.

"Hey nightingale! I want to talk to you." Eddie says getting your attention, you turn to him smiling and waiting for him to say something. "What's this about you not wanting to accept Teddy's invitation?"

"I didn't refuse... I just said I'd think about it, that's all." You shrug and he shakes his head.

"Is there any reason why you don't want to go?" He asks and you look away, "Oh, come on, Nightingale, I know you. What's going on?"

"I don't want you to be upset." You start to say, and he looks at you intently. "But it's just, you know what they're going to say... They're going to say I'm only there because of you."

Eddie sighs, understanding what you mean, he holds your hands trying to comfort you and you smile with the act, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the touch.

"You know you just have to ask and we stop this whole thing." He says in a whisper. "I don't want to bother you in any way"

"Hey, don't say it like that." You feel a tightness in your chest, thinking that with the breaking of the agreement you would no longer see each other was heartbreaking. "I just wanted my work to be recognized, you know? It has nothing to do with you"

"I understand what you mean." He says and you feel honesty in his words. "But I would love to have you there with us, with me…"

You can't contain your smile at his words, he places his hands on your waist as a gentle gesture. You take your hands to his neck and pull him close in a hug, Eddie returns the hug feeling your presence close to him was comforting.

"Promise you'll think about it." He whispers in your ear and you nod getting out of the hug.

…

The audience screamed the lyrics of your song with enthusiasm and an indescribable energy, you felt an adrenaline rush through your body and you just wanted more and more of it. You hold the microphone and jump on stage as your vocal cords show the audience all the emotion in your songs.

Eddie stood in the wings, watching you in awe as you commanded the stage. He had seen you perform many times before, but tonight something was different. Maybe it was the way the stage lights hit your face, making your eyes sparkle, or the way your voice filled the room, sending shivers down his spine. Whatever it was, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

As the song reached its climax, you closed your eyes and belted out the last few lines with everything you had. The crowd erupted in applause, and Eddie found himself clapping along with them. He felt a sense of pride and admiration wash over him as he watched you take your final bow.

In that moment, he realized that he was completely and utterly smitten with you. He couldn't explain how or when it had happened, but he knew that he was falling for you, hard.

You bid farewell to the audience with a charming smile on your face, blowing kisses and thanking them for their great energy, and of course announcing that very soon Daisy Jones and the six would be performing for them.

You go backstage feeling the immense energy inside you, you will hug Eddie as soon as you meet him he hugs you tight.

"You were ripping in there, nightingale!" He says in your ear. "I'm so fucking proud of you."

"Thank you." You smile as you break free of the embrace, jumping up and down with joy.

He watches you with a huge smile on his face, he thought everything you did was adorable, you notice his gaze on you and stop jumping, a little embarrassed by all the attention he was giving you. You drop your gaze to the floor, avoiding looking back at him.

"What is it?" You question, feeling a flush in your cheeks. "Why are you looking at me like that Tweedle Dee?"

"You know, I'd totally marry you right now." Without thinking, he blurted out

Eddie's unexpected confession catches you off guard, and you freeze for a moment, trying to process what he just said. Your heart starts racing, and your mind races with all kinds of thoughts and emotions. You can't believe that he just said that, but at the same time, you can't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over you.

"Uh...what?" You stammer, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"I mean it." He says, his gaze never leaving yours. "I know it sounds crazy, but every time I'm around you, I just feel this...connection, you know? Like we're meant to be together."

You can't help but feel your heart swell at his words, and you feel a smile spreading across your face. "Eddie, I..."

Before you can finish your sentence, he leans in and presses his lips against yours, catching you completely off guard. The kiss is soft and tender, and for a moment, you forget about everything else in the world.

When he pulls away, you're left breathless and a little dizzy. You stare up at him, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "Eddie, I don't know what to say."

He takes your hand and looks into your eyes. "Just say that you feel the same way. That you want to be with me too."

You smile, a huge smile full of sincerity. Grabbing the bassist by the collar you kiss him with all the love you've held inside of you these months, he kisses you back in the same passion and love, he had lost count of how many times he had imagined this feeling but nothing compared to actually fulfilling all these desires.

"I do, I'm in love with you too." You smile and kiss him again.

…

A few weeks later, a new magazine article was published with the headline, "Daisy Jones and The Six's Eddie Roundtree Proposes to the rockstar singer Y/N, the rockstar lovebirds are going to get the toothbrushes together!" The article was filled with details about your supposed engagement: how Eddie had proposed to you backstage after a show, how you had tearfully accepted, and how the rest of the band was ecstatic for the happy couple.

When you and Eddie saw the article, you couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I guess we're engaged now," you joked.

Eddie chuckled, taking your hand in his. "Looks like we are. And what are your thoughts on that nightingale?"

"Oh and why do you ask that now, do you want to propose to me Roundtree?" You tease, pulling him closer to you.

"And what if I do?" He says making his heart miss a beat. "What would your answer be?"

"Well...if you asked me to marry you now." You sit up in bed, smiling at him. "I would say yes and make love to you all night."

"So we are engaged, my nightingale." He says pulling your face and kissing you tenderly. "I love our tendency to make rumors come true." He says making you laugh along with him.

...

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