#karen sirko fluff

[kimpossibly]

haunted (k. sirko)

summary: after watching a horror movie, y/n starts to believe that the rumors that her room is haunted are true. pairing: karen sirko x fem!reader warnings: swearing, mentions of all things horror movie-related (brief mention of gore and paranormal activity) word count: 1.4k

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒. Since she joined the band, it's been no secret that whenever there's a new scary movie coming out, she's the first to buy tickets and the first to get in line at the theater. Most of the time she'll go alone―the thrill of seeing a scary movie by herself is something that she actually enjoys (adrenaline junkie is how Eddie chose to put it)―but that morning she walked into the kitchen during breakfast and turned to the full table to ask, "Anyone want to see Dance of Death tonight?"

Everyone went silent, sharing glances. Karen frowned. "No one? Really?"

"Sorry honey, I've got a hot date tonight. Enjoy your demented movie, though," Warren said, getting up to put his cereal bowl in the sink.

"I agreed to watch Julia while Billy and Camila are out on their date," Graham said. Eddie offered no excuse, but it was a well-known fact that horror movies are not his thing. The last time he sat through one he ended up staying awake for almost two nights straight, thinking that the second he closed his eyes some malevolent spirit was going to possess him. It was hilarious.

"I'll go," Y/n said, shrugging. "I've got nothing better to do."

"Would you look at that," Karen replied with a smile, "Y/n's got the biggest balls of anyone in this room."

The boys rolled their eyes and scoffed at her comment as Y/n grinned smugly, finishing her bowl of cereal with a flourish.

Later that day, Y/n dressed for the movie in her tiny bedroom, settling on jeans and a dark sparkly shirt that Camila had helped her pick out. As she tied her hair into loose braids, there was a knock at the door. "Come in."

The door opened and Eddie stood in the doorway, looking amused. "You getting ready for the movie?"

"Yep," Y/n replied, refusing to look his way.

Eddie glanced around him before walking in and mocking her. "I'll go to the movies with you, Karen. Can you hold my hand if I get too scared? You're way too obvious."

Y/n threw a hairbrush at him. "Will you shut up? I don't...it's not like that any more, okay? And besides, Graham's been eye-fucking her for months. I figured I'd give him a chance."

"Give him a chance, okay, sure."

Y/n ignored him, swiping another coat of mascara onto her lashes.

"For the record, I think this is very brave of you."

"It's a horror movie, not sky diving," Y/n replied, putting the tube down and heading out the door.

"Okay, just remember that your room is that one that's haunted!" Eddie shouted down the hall at her, making her roll her eyes.

Karen was already in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting to go. She looked up when Y/n walked in. "Don't you look pretty?" she said in her casual Karen way. Y/n tried her best to ignore how i made her heart beat faster. "Come on. Let's go get scared out of our minds."

Y/n hadn't seen enough horror movies in her life to know whether she liked them or not. Sure, she'd seen bits and pieces of the ones that played on the television when she was younger, but she'd never quite sat down to watch one. Dance of Death was not at all what she was expecting.

She spent half the movie curled into a ball in her seat, nervously passing back and forth the bottle of tequila that Karen had snuck in. The more buzzed she got, the more prone she was to scream at jumpscares. The more buzzed Karen got, the louder she'd laugh at Y/n's reactions.

When the movie was done, they tossed the empty bottle in the trash and left the theater, heading back in the direction of the house. Karen sighed as they stepped into the cool night air like she hadn't a care in the world. Y/n could still feel a light sheen of cold sweat on the back of her neck, not to mention that her hands were sore from gripping the seat.

Karen turned back to look at her, her lips parting in surprise. "Come on, it wasn't that bad!"

Y/n looked at her like she was crazy (which at that point she thought she was). "The ghost picked the guy up and threw him through the window. And then he set the house on fire."

"I've seen worse."

Y/n just frowned at her, then turned and walked away. Karen giggled and raced to catch up with her, hanging onto Y/n's shoulder and interlacing their fingers. "I'm sorryyyyy," she apologized, "I should've warned you."

Y/n said nothing.

"Y/n," Karen said, getting no response. "Okay, fine. How can I make it up to you?"

Y/n glanced at Karen's hopeful face leaning on her shoulder and a small smile broke through the grimace. Karen smiled wider and tugged on her hand. "Come on, what?"

"Next time, I'm picking the movie. And it'll be a comedy. Or a romance. Or a romantic comedy." Y/n said, unable to wipe the smile off her face.

Karen nodded. "Done. Anything else?"

Y/n paused, thinking. "Never tell anyone that I nearly threw up in that theater."

Karen just laughed, swinging their interlaced fingers. "Blame it on the booze, babe. Blame it on the booze."

The house was quiet when they returned. Warren had returned from his date and was lounging on the couch, a beer in his hand. "How was the movie?" he asked when they walked in.

"Great!" Y/n answered, stumbling over her feet. "Not scary. At all."

She and Karen glanced at each other and burst into laughter, shoving each other as they made their way up the stairs. "Goodniiiiiiiiight!" Karen sang.

"Goodnight, lovebirds!" Warren shouted back, then laughed to himself. "They're so shitfaced."

When they made it up the stairs, Y/n paused in the middle of the hallway, her face falling. "Karen," she said, voice suddenly serious, "my room is haunted."

Karen laughed in response. 'What, seriously?"

"Yes. Remember the previous owners said the thing about the lights flickering and the door opening by itself?"

"Okay, well have you ever seen it do that?"

Y/n paused. Thought. "...No."

"Then it's not haunted. Problem solved!" Karen declared, then hopped away to her room. Y/n was still stuck frozen in the hallway, dreading the half dozen steps leading to her own bedroom.

She got ready for bed, putting on an oversized shirt and shorts, trying not to think about the possibility of an evil spirit coexisting in the same place she slept. God, she felt just like Eddie probably had. It almost made her feel guilty for bullying him mercilessly.

And then, finally, she laid down in bed, shutting off the lights and staring up at the ceiling above her. A few moments passed in silence. Okay, this isn't bad.

And then the door creaked. Y/n sat up, eyes wide, heart racing. She heard the click of the bolt on the door sliding out of place, and then, slowly, the door began to creak open.

"Nope, nope, nope, fucking no goddamn way," Y/n muttered as she slid out of bed, not giving herself time to be afraid as she grabbed her blanket and left the room, padding softly across the hallway to Karen's

Y/n slowly pushed open her door, casting a beam of light onto the floor. Karen sat up, frowning. "What's wrong?"

"It's haunted. It's so, so haunted," Y/n said in disappointment.

Karen just smiled slightly, and then held out her arms to Y/n. "Come here, honey."

Y/n hurried forward at the invitation, throwing the blanket over and crawling under the covers. Karen didn't waste a second before wrapping her arms around Y/n pulling her close. If Y/n hadn't been so drunk, she might've been on the verge of losing her mind. But, again, she was very drunk. So she just held onto Karen, letting herself believe that she'd protect her from whatever ghost was haunting this house.

And Karen held her back, silently vowing that she would.

After a while, Y/n muttered, "I don't think I like horror movies."

Karen laughed quietly, pulling away and brushing a strand of hair out of Y/n's face gently. "I know, Y/n. I know."

[una-hopeless-romantic1118]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: by this part, it’s been a few weeks after Y/N and Warren met on the yacht. a little snippet of how karen and y/n met bc they’re platonic soulmates and they’re both badass

timeline: ep. 3 (band is still in hiatus)

here’s the good stuff y’all signed up for :p

Part 1   

This chapter: Part 2   

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (in the works!)

Epilogue

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warnings (of this chapter): sexual tension, warren being horny, reader being horny, smoking, angst, cursing, drinking. 

summary (of this chapter): weeks has passed and Warren still found himself pinning over a stranger, and Y/N, realizing the cost of fame, found herself bound to be lonely for as long she succeeds under the limelight. Will she take a chance at love? Or is her career too much of a blessing that she can’t risk ruining over anything?

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•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────• 

Interviewer: So how did you and Y/N meet?

Karen: Uh, *chuckling* it was all thanks to a shitty driver that just...had to drop me off in the middle of nowhere.

I was supposedly, on my way to the boys’ house for the first time. I had no clue where I was, nor did I have people to ask around for help. It was literally in the middle of nowhere. Just sand, and drought. 

But if it weren’t him, I would’ve never gotten a ride from that woman in a purple polka-dotted bikini who had clearly just gone out of the water from a nearby beach.

*her eyes widen playfully at the camera* If it weren’t for that arse driver, I would’ve never met my best mate.

Interviewer: What was your relationship like afterwards?

Karen: *grinning* How’d she describe it?

Interviewer: *slight chuckling* She said “like two schoolgirls who never grew up.”

Karen: *nodding* Sounds about right. *she chuckles*

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“He’s been drooling about you every damn day, Y/N!” Karen whisper-shouted into the telephone. “This is witchcraft you placed on this man. Never seen him so quiet and...smiley.”

Y/N imagined her friend to be on her bed with the telephone. The conversation was about Warren, who Y/N found out was Karen’s bandmate that, she quotes, “uses his dick as a compass.” Whenever they talked about Warren, with Y/N’s obnoxious pleadings, Karen would take the telephone to her bedroom, where Warren and the boys can’t hear.

Karen flipped on her back. “I think you’re a maniacal genius, love, but isn’t this too far? A crime of some sort?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked with a mouthful of chips. After swallowing, possibly too fast, she coughs out. “My name is Flora, though.”

“Are you alright?” Karen chuckled at her friend, who goes on to have a coughing fit on the other end of the telephone.

She continues anyways. “Y/N, love, ... he’s going to get hurt.”

“What happened to his dick being his compass?” Y/N, teary eyed from the coughs, drags herself out of bed to her kitchen to get a glass of water. She takes a long drink before getting herself back to the phone. “Honestly, I think he’ll just throw a tantrum, get drunk, and his dick will reactivate. There’s more of me he can find and fuck. No biggie.”

“No biggie?” Karen repeated, disbelief sending her to sit up. “He’s been looking everywhere for you! Pestering me about some Flora that worked for Y/N L/N—Also! Took me a while to piece it all together, y’know! You’re a pain in the arse for this!”  

“Calm down, hun.” Y/N giggled. “I thought it was fun.”

“He’ll think otherwise, Y/N!” Karen scolded. “You don’t know the effect you have on this man.”

“Oh, I do.” She reassured. “I still think it’s funny.”

Y/N took her friend’s frustrated groans as a way to explain herself. “Don’t worry, Kiki,” she insisted with a laugh. “I’ll have enough designing to do that I’ll be stuck in my condo for months. He won’t see me anywhere in parties any time soon either. By the end of this season, he’ll forget all about me.” 

There was only silence now, Y/N could only picture her friend on the other end constructing a plan on how she could possibly restrain her for being so reckless.

“I’m gonna go surf till I come out like a pruny grandma,” she informed her. “Wanna come over?”

“I’ll come over after lunch.” Karen yawned. “You’ll be pruny enough then, yes?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Alright, until then, I’ve got some errands to run for my three sons.”

The friends said their good-byes and love-yous before ending their call. 

The beach was right outside her condo, ready for Y/N to surf in and relax, but she didn’t head out immediately after the call.

One thing Y/N knew too well about, was how hard it was to be noticed.

Sure she had the fame, the money, the success, the perfect condo with the beach for her backyard. But in the height of her success, Y/N is lonely, and no one notices. 

Her designs and her fame so easily drowned her in the background. Because it wasn’t her who mattered to them, at least, not who she really was as a person. Her art were an extension of herself, but the fans don’t see that. Not really. Her private life was empty, filled with no one to celebrate her successes with.

So maybe that’s why she depends so much on her fame—it’s all she really has.

Her family is all the way in France. And while they loved each other, Y/N would much rather die than ask them to accompany her, or for her to go back home just for their company.

Because she can’t admit she’s lonely. She can’t admit how miserable she really feels, even to her friends. The guilt of asking them for their company feels like desperation to Y/N.

Maybe she regrets putting off a love life. How long did she expect to be working like this, anyways?

So then she goes to her vinyl player to play something. The Six album, to be precise, and she pays attention to nothing else but the drums in the background, who were also easily drowned out.

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 •─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Interviewer: While Karen visited Y/N that day, what were you doing?

Warren: *chuckling and shaking his head* Karen never visited her that day.

Interviewer: ...What do you mean?...

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

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Warren paces around the porch of the blue beach house with a folded piece of paper to fidget with.

He unfolds the piece of paper to reread the address written.

It was her address. Flora’s. Long-awaited, that was for sure, and Karen just figured out her address for him as if she knew it all along.

The neighborhood was nice, and from examining the cars and the people coming in and out of the houses, it was a rich neighborhood. It looks very unlikely for someone who just works for a fashion designer to be living in something like this. 

Suddenly, he hears clicking inside, like a locked doorknob trying to be opened. When it stops, he hears a sliding door open and close promptly. 

Then, nearing barefoot footsteps. “Sorry you had to wait!” There was giggling behind this door, and Warren watches the doorknob turn, and ultimately the door opened to a soaked and rosy-cheeked Flora in a white, two piece bikini.

Warren took note of the wide smile she had on when she opened the door, but it seemed to disappear once she saw who was behind it.

“Hey, Flora.” He managed to say, breathlessly. He does everything in his power not to stare too long at her dripping body, not missing the thin, golden chains with charms of stars around her waist, and how that bikini hugged her body the right wa— 

Y/N closed her agape mouth and forced a small smile. “Um, hey!” She greeted awkwardly. 

Silence filled them both. The wind breezed at them and at the palm trees around the neighborhood, accompanied by a gray sky.

Y/N’s body shuddered in response, and Warren couldn’t help but laugh at her body’s reaction.

She laughs along with him. “I’m sorry, do you want to come in? It looks like it’s gonna rain in a bit.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He accepted the invitation, maybe a little too eagerly. 

“I’ll mop the floors in a bit, just watch your step.”

Warren obliged, making his way to the living room where Y/N motioned him to. 

“I have so many questions,” Y/N snorted. “How’d you find me in the first place?”

“A friend of mine...” Warren sat down carefully, examining his surroundings. “Karen.”

She nods, scoffing like she should’ve seen it coming. 

There were enough evidence for Warren to conclude that a fashion designer owned this place. The rich neighborhood, the rolls of cloth against almost all four walls, the two sewing machines, the bits and cuts of cloth scattered on the table in front of him.

Warren looked up to meet Y/N, who was not at all ashamed for hiding her true identity.

“Surprise!…” She drawled out, carefully because she’s aware of the embarrassment she caused him, but also with no shame that she’s led him on like this.

He shook his head with a small smile, taking into his hand the nearest piece of cloth. “I assumed you were her when you left.” He said, his voice low. “I asked around.”

“Should’ve done that in the first place,” she giggled with her back turned to him as she looks for beer in her fridge. “Now you’re stuck in this mess.”

Warren shrugged, taking the beer from her hands. “You make it sound like it’s the worst thing on the planet.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her glistening legs.

Y/N laughed out. “Drink your beer, Warren. I’ll go shower and we can have a proper conversation like two civilized civilians.”

“Who said we have to be civil?” He insisted further, leaning back on the comfortable couch. “Who said we have to talk at all, I mea—“

“Drink the beer, Warren!” She yelled from down the hallway.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Warren: She’s got that charm, y’know? I mean, as embarrassing as it was, I was hooked. I didn’t even mind she lied to me at all. Piecing it together and realizing the good friend Karen gushes on so much about, the fashion designer taking over the world with her talents, and Flora, were the Y/N L/N, you couldn’t blame me.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“How upsetting would it be if I told you the storm is going to last the whole night?” She slumped down beside him on the sofa.

Warren, with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, could only praise God silently for this disastrous weather.

“What makes you think it’s going to last the whole night?”

Y/N squinted her eyes at him sarcastically as the sound of the thunder roared loudly, even inside.

“Noted,” Warren rolled his eyes at her. She was clearly drunk, but Warren can’t help but tease her just for the sassy remarks.

“So, anyways, I was thinking I might get a dog or two.” Y/N brushed the ends of her hair in thought, laying the side of her head on his shoulder. “I’ve wanted dogs for so long, I’m taking you coming here as a sign.”

“I’m flattered.” Warren laughs out.

“You’re very welcome.” She sniffed. 

“Can I ask why?” He chuckled, stubbing out the cigarette to talk to her face to face without blowing smoke at her face. “I’m kind of scared to ask, not gonna lie.”

What he didn’t expect was for her to place her hand atop his head, patting down his hair. “You’re hair.” She smiled sleepily. “I’ve noticed it the first time we met.”

Warren could only laugh at her drooping eyelids. “You tired?”

“No, I’m not tired,” she crossed her arms, turning her body away from him. “I’m wide awake.”

“Baby, you’ve been falling asleep in the middle of your sentences for a while now.” He cooed. “C’mon, I’ll carry you to bed like a man servant.”

“I am not tired,” she insisted.

He tucks a rebellious strands of hair behind her ear. “If you fall asleep here, I’m sleeping on your bed.”

“Don’t you dare,” she drawled out. “My bed is reserved for me only. The only thing you can do it...the only thing you can do to it,” she giggled, “is fluff my pillows. Like a man servant.”

He laughs, with her strands of hair still in his hands. He twirls it around his own fingers gently, careful not to cause her pain. He’s closer than before now, and without her moving her head so much he noticed the constellation of freckles across her cheeks.

When Y/N starts stirring into her first few minutes of sleep, Warren attempts to move his hands beneath her to carry her, only for her to open her eyes again.

“Damn it, Y/N.” He scolded her.

She smiled blissfully, closing her eyes again. “I want you to fuck me.”

Warren stills. For the first time, his first instinct was to move away rather than accept.

He was too scared to move. Did he give her the wrong impression? Not that he didn’t want to fuck her at all, but it’s not right to do so when she’s drunk.

Y/N opens her eyes to find him flushed. “Isn’t that what you wanted in the first place?” She snorted.

“You’re drunk, Y/N.”

She threw her hands up in surrender. “I give you full consent.” 

“It doesn’t matter, you’re not thinking straight.” He goes to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“So...you’re saying you don’t want to fuck me?”

How could someone not? Warren thought miserably to himself. Even in her long, white cardigan that could pass off as a grandmother’s cardigan and black silk sleep dress that revealed most of her soft skin, Warren was ready to take all of her in.

When she’s sober, he convinced himself. If she even feels the same when she is.

Warren’s next move was to wait until she falls asleep and to deny, deny, deny, but Y/N grabbed him by his chin to face her. 

Despite her droopy eyelids, Y/N forced herself to look up at him. His breaths fanning her face were like rescue breaths to her.

She couldn’t help but nudge his beautiful nose against hers, while Warren continued to have an internal battle.

Y/N understood her own rules well, and didn’t fail to acknowledge his respect for her current state.

So all she did was bring him closer by the chin and kissed him deeply. She feels Warren respond obligingly, though, still cautious.

It was a kiss that Y/N could need for the rest of her life, the way his lips reached into hers desperately like how she always wished a man would reach for her. The way his hand cupped the back of her head like how she always wanted to be supported and cared for.

The sudden adrenaline of hope that Warren felt was too much to handle. He never felt the so conflicted over something he’s wanted, but he knew he couldn’t have.

He didn’t want himself holding her back. She has too much potential and talent, he would just make a fool out of himself.

Y/N ended the intimate kiss with a peck on his nose. “For now,” she smiled against his jawline, before she could feel herself tire completely on his shoulder.

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few more parts to come!!

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[oatmealisweird]

don't go pt.2 - Billy Dunne PT1 - don't go

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of drugs, mentions of overdose requested by the lovely @sunnysidesadie

Everybody in the band could tell there was a shift in your and Billy's relationship (if you could call it that) but nobody except you, Camilla, and Billy actually knew why.

they didn't know it was because he stayed with you when you were dying of an overdose or that he wouldn't leave your side for the days afterword and you planned on keeping it that way

you still fought, I mean this is you and Billy were talking about, there was no way everything would get done without some kind of bump in the road along the way but it happened less and less

The more alone time you spent together was less writing songs and more basking in each others presence talking about nothing and everything 

It was the first night you went out again after that everything seemed to start to go bad again, you two had a fight consisting of screaming back and forth why you should and shouldn't go out 

“It’s too soon!” Billy yelled trying to get his point across to you 

“It will always be too soon Billy, if I don't face it now I never will!” you rebutted 

And that was the end you had decided you were going and nobody could stop you.

But as the night progressed you realized more and more how right Billy was, you weren't ready and you would much rather be in some hotel with him talking for hours than doing what everyone else was at this party. 

You felt clammy and uncomfortable, the large room felt tiny with how many people were in it and you couldn't find room to breath

‘What am I doing, I can't handle this’ you kept telling yourself trying to find an exit but you couldn't see one especially in the maze of people 

But you did see him, Billy, you didn't know what he was doing here being as he never partied anymore but you had never been more thankful as you rushed over to him 

He caught you in his arms seeing the pale look of panic on you face 

‘Hey, hey you okay?’

‘Can we please just- please can we leave’ you begged him 

‘ of course’ he said never letting go of you as he made his way tho the exit 

He decided he wouldn't tell you why he was there. He wouldn't tell you he stayed in that gross smelly party just to keep an eye on you. It would only make you feel worse.

He held onto you the entire way to the hotel room until the second you sat down on the white fluffy bed 

‘I’m sorry’ you said quietly 

‘You were right for once’ 

Your snarky comment brought a smile to his face 

‘Anytime darling’ he responded 

As you two sat together on the edge of sleep you looked up at him and smiled 

Sitting up you leaned over and pecked his lips 

‘Thank you’ you say laying back down on his chest 

‘Of course’

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Ok I hoped you liked it cause I loved writing it and thank you for all the love on the first part!!!! and that you for reading this part!!

<333

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[fragileruns]

mia 18 june 5 james potter’s certified gf marauders obsessor pansexual !

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REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!

who i’m currently taking requests for:

─── james potter, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, emily prentiss, sirius black, remus lupin, marlene mckinnon, warren rojas, graham dunne, graham dunne, daisy jones, karen sirko, jj maybank, pope heyward, logan huntzberger, abby littman, steve harrington, tasm!peter parker, chad meeks-martin, ethan landry, sam carpenter, tara carpenter, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, stu macher, dewey riley, most scream characters, any bridgerton character, john b routledge, jesper fahey, kaz brekker, malyen oretsev, conrad fisher, bradley bradshaw, jake seresin, pete mitchell

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─── all characters will be aged up to 18+ for the purpose of the fics.

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─── i am not currently writing any blurbs about main character death, cheating, or dark fics

[femininomen0n]

wrote a (very, very) short kg fic out of a paragraph i had to cut from another wip. oh god, let me give you my life out now on ao3 <3

[reasonsmandy]

Te amo, mi amor

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — warren x reader where reader does like backing vocals for the band or smt? and warren and reader both have the love language of touch, and they're always close to eachother/ holding eachother but they're not dating but everyone knows they like eachother and they end up confessing their feelings🤗🤗🤗

✧.* summary — Warren and you have always been very close, you feel wonderful close to each other and you couldn't stay away. But even so, you did not admit that you had feelings for each other until the day that Rojas could no longer hide.

✧.* warnings — Fluff, Warren being extremely cute

✧.* word count — 2.0k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I'm so in love with this man omg!!!!! Warren please I have a family

Your life in Pittsburgh was always laid back, nothing too drastic to complain about in fact quite the opposite you had great friendships and got along with most people. From a very young age you knew that your great passion was singing and when you heard Graham giving Warren, Eddie and Chuck the idea of ​​becoming a band your eyes lit up with excitement, you knew that the invitation was not directed to you but you managed to convince him to let you participate.

Practice started in Chuck's garage, and you knew that even though you were trying hard, it wasn't good. You guys had a lot to improve on, and even though Billy came in and took control of everything, you were grateful that he stepped in and helped. And with everyone's effort, well except Chuck, you were now recording your first record with your best friends... and Billy.

"Warren can you believe it?" You say hugging him tight, you were so overjoyed to finally be living this.

"I knew we were going to make it, princesa" He says returning the hug, throwing you both on the sofa in the living room afterwards.

"Good morning lovebirds." Eddie says entering the room. " What is the reason for such happiness? Did you finally decide to make your relationship official?"

Your cheeks flush with the bassist's words, and Warren gives him the middle finger, Roundtree laughs at the situation and then sits in the armchair next to you.

Let's say you and the drummer were very close since you joined the band, you identified with each other since the beginning, and everything you could do together you did. And that closeness was always a source of suspicion for Eddie who was sure you two liked each other and didn't want to admit it.

Y/N L/N: Eddie was obsessed with the idea that Warren and I were having something, well... At that time we weren't.

Eddie Roundtree: And did you believe her? I swear if you saw those two together you would know what I'm talking about. Ask Graham!

Graham Dunne: Y/N and Warren? Wait, you're telling me that they started dating only after the recording of the album started?

Karen Sirko: It's a joke, isn't it? Oh my God you're serious!

Warren Rojas: I mean, We were very touchy with each other and I can understand why they thought that. *Laughing*

You were lying on the couch with Warren watching some cartoon that was on TV, Graham had gone to the beach with Karen and Eddie had been sleeping since he had lunch. So the two of you were alone.

"Warren, have you ever stopped to think about how crazy this all is?" You were in the middle of the drummer's legs, drawing imaginary things on his leg while watching television.

"What do you mean princesa?" He says pulling you into more of him.

"It's just that I never thought I'd be here, fulfilling my dream, you know?" You turn to look the drummer in the eyes, hugging him once more and resting your head on his shoulder.

"I love everything I'm living with you guys, sorry... I'm emotional today"

"Hey, don't apologize for telling me how you feel." He says, placing several kisses in your hair in comfort. "I understand what you mean, I feel like I'm having the time of my life!"

"Your hair looks beautiful today, you know?" You say petting the man's curls.

Warren smiles at your comment, just squeezing you closer. He loved the smell of you and having you around was such a comfort to the drummer that he didn't want to let you go. You felt safe being with him and as time went on you knew you were starting to grow into something more.

Eddie Roundtree: So I walk into the living room and BOOM! They were cuddling together watching a movie, if that's not being a couple then I don't know what is! Come on Jules, you have to believe me.

…

Consciously, the day you signed the contract with the record company was also your birthday and Camila couldn't get the idea out of her head that y'all had to have a party to celebrate all these achievements and of course, your birthday.

You had woken up super early, you were looking forward to all the good things that were going to happen today so you couldn't sleep any longer. When you were ready to leave your room and have breakfast your bedroom door opens, the drummer had a tray in his hand with some food for you.

"Hey, no princesa go back to bed!" He says taking a few steps back and closing the door. "Pretend I woke you up, alright?" He says, his voice sounding muffled because of the closed door.

"Okay." You laugh, lying down on the bed and pulling the blanket over you.

"Can I come in?" He asks and you quickly say yes, Warren opens the door and balances the tray on the other hand, with a big smile on his face. "Look if it's not the birthday girl, did you sleep well?"

"Being honest with you, I don't think I even slept." you sit up, patting the bed for him to do the same. "I'm so excited about the contract that I couldn't stop thinking about anything else."

Warren laughs when he sees you so excited, he knew everything you had gone through to get here, all your dreams and expectations. And he couldn't explain the feeling he had when he saw your eyes shining with happiness, he felt that he would do anything just to keep seeing that smile on your face.

You spent a few minutes talking in your room, you had breakfast with him and he probably sang happy birthday to you four times that morning just to make sure you felt loved.

You had been spoiled all day by your friends, they were always super nice to you, you couldn't have chosen better people. So after much insistence from Camila you agree that you should celebrate.

Warren had been thinking about you all day and Eddie's recurring comments were playing in his head. His image with you wasn't so bad, in fact it was everything he wanted most in the last few days... Or months. He had finally realized, he was in love with you and he needed to have you close he wanted you close.

But his thoughts kept him off the whole day, he was practically not by your side since this morning and consequently he had no physical contact with you. Which made you extremely insecure, you were used to having Warren by your side hugging, exchanging cuddles, things like that. So when he spent the day away from you, you felt kind of low, you wanted to ask him for a hug, you wanted to be with him but at the same time you didn't want to bother him.

If he didn't look for me it's because he didn't want to, right? You thought.

The night had arrived and you were getting ready for the party that Camila was preparing, as it was your birthday and also a celebration for the success of The Six you wanted to look amazing for it so you had spent time in your room getting ready with Karen, leaving the guys alone in the living room.

"So Warren, when are you going to tell her?" Eddie speaks, getting the drummer's attention.

"Tell who, what?" Rojas says taking a bite of his joint.

"What do you mean tell who? Y/N, when are you going to tell her that you're madly in love with her?" Roundtree takes the joint from the drummer, smoking it.

"Shii, keep it down she can hear you." Rojas taps his friend on the shoulder as he laughs at the situation

"Come on man, she likes you too!" The blonde says rolling his eyes.

"How can you be so sure?" asks the drummer.

"Because half of all people on the label including people in this band think you guys date!" The bassist speaks, almost irritated. "Is it serious that you don't see it?"

"People of the band?" Warren asks, not believe it.

"You'd be surprised." Eddie says laughing. "If you take my advice bro, tell her."

…

The garden of Camila and Billy's house was lit by some candles, what she had prepared was something simple like back in Pittsburgh where it was just you in a garage until dawn playing repeatedly your songs. The six of you were sitting around eating the food prepared by Cami and talking about anything, as usual Warren was drumming on whatever he saw, Eddie admired Camila every time he had a chance - what he believed no one noticed but you always knew the blonde's heart was hers-, Karen sat next to Graham and they both laughed at something, Billy sang something random over Warren's beat and you watched the drummer not even trying to hide it.

Without you noticing tears falls from your eyes, you loved all those people so much and you were so happy to be there with them, you felt very wanted and lucky by their side.

"Hey Hermosa, why are you crying?" Warren says when he notices, wiping the tear from your cheek.

"I'm just happy, that's all." You rest your head on his shoulder, seeking contact.

Warren places a kiss on your head as a reciprocity of affection, getting a look from Eddie that basically said "are you gonna talk to her or nah?". Rojas take a deep breath, trying to take courage, you feel his hand in yours caressing it, your gaze goes to the man who smiles at you.

"May I speak to you privately?" He whispers, not wanting to draw too much attention.

"Of course." You say getting up and offering your hand to him, he takes it.

Warren leads you to the farthest part of the garden, your hands were still clasped together when you arrived. He watches you for a moment in silence, with a smile on his face, you look back at him a little anxious with what he wanted to tell you.

"Warren?" You get his attention. "Did I do something wrong? What did you want to talk about?"

"What? No princesa, why would you think that?" He says calming you down, bringing his hand to your cheek.

"I don't know... I felt you distant today, I only saw you this morning and…" You sigh, avoiding looking at him. "It doesn't matter, I'm demanding things that are not your obligation, sorry"

"Hey, slow down hermosa let me talk." He laughs and you laugh along with him, he caresses your cheek tenderly his eyes were fixed on you as if he wanted to decorate every corner of your face. "I stayed away today because I was thoughtful."

"Thoughtful about what? Is everything alright?" You worry, he looked anxious as he spoke, and to comfort him you approach hugging him. "You know you can count on me, right?"

"I'm madly in love with you." He whispers next to your ear, your body freezes with those words. You break free of the hug, looking into his eyes to make sure you heard him right.

"What?" Your voice barely comes out.

"I'm crazy for you princesa." Your body fills with chills hearing the nickname in his native language. "I don't know what happens to me when I'm with you, your smile hypnotizes me... your eyes got me stuck, I'm completely in love with every detail of you. And I don't know how you feel about me, I don't know if you feel the way I do... but I need you to know that I feel that you are the person that completes me, I fucking love you."

You smile not knowing what to say, he looked nervous waiting for your reaction to everything he said. You let go of his hands, cupping his face and kissing him intensely, he holds your waist tightly stroking your lower back showing affection. That kiss was something you both craved more than anything else, and with more contact you found yourself wanting more and more from each other.

"I fucking love you too." You say after the kiss, keeping your foreheads together, he smiles, placing several pecks on your lips.

He grabs you with joy, making you laugh at the situation as he spins you around.

"I'll never let you go" He sets you down on the floor, smiling at you. "Te amo, mi amor."

...

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ohhh maybe like a karen and reader one where its like they were flirty best friends during the bands like time together and then they find eachother again after the band has already been split and lice happily ever after🥲

ok thats it for me lol

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Intertwined Heartbeats

pairing: karen sirko x fem! reader

a/n: hiii anon! first tysm and second hope you enjoy this little fic. karen sirko owns my heart and honestly i wish we saw more fics for her. this was fun to write in comparison with my previous karen fic (even if it's not as long) so yeah ty for ur request ly

tw: kissing, mentions of weed, mentions of drinking, some angst but mostly fluff, some flirty comments, cursing

description: falling for you best friend is not something you planned but you are all the better for it anyway.

Y/N: Being a band’s PR manager was hard. Especially when said band was Daisy Jones & The Six. Rod and I had a lot of work cut out for us.

Rod Reyes: I handled the tour and that was a piece of work but I cannot imagine what Y/N had to deal with. Well I can but it’s better not to think about it if you don’t want to get an aneurysm.

Daisy: Y/N fixed that stupid fucking article with Rolling Stone. I mean by the time it was published the entire thing had been changed but I didn’t know that. I only saw the first draft. So the damage was done and I still went to Greece.

Y/N: God that fiasco with Daisy, I can still remember it. Luckily Jonah was a good friend from university. If it wasn’t for that, that story would have run as it was written in the first draft.

Jonah: I didn’t change it that much. But I understood Y/N’s concerns so I took out bits from Billy’s description of Daisy. Not that famous line of, fuck how did it go, the I hate Daisy Jones line.

Y/N: Daisy was my friend. I had to take care of her and not just the band. Anyways, the reviewed draft of the article was much, much better in my opinion. *you let out a slight chuckle*

Karen: Y/N was always sticking out her neck for us. Whether that was because Billy got in the wrong fight when he was high or when Warren slept with the wrong girl. She was there from the beginning and we got close. She was my best friend. Through every twist and turn.

You let out a puff of smoke into the cool night air. Karen had invited you with a promise of weed to the rather high up roof of the hotel. Your usual fear of heights was thankfully dampened by the easy comfort of the rather strong weed.

“Where did you get this shit anyway?”

“Friend of a friend.”

“Wow, now you’re trying to pull all that mysterious and cryptic shit again.”

“Have to keep up the mystique somehow.” You snorted and took the blunt for her fingers before taking another hit. Letting the comforting silence wash over the two of you.

“I think I’m going to break up with Graham.” Karen’s sudden comment made you twist your head over so suddenly that a loud crack echoed into the night.

“Oh fuck me. Oww. Sorry about that but what?! I didn’t even know you two were dating.”

“I don’t know if we really are.”

“Well just so you know, I’m here for you for whatever you decide.”

Y/N: There were a lot of good nights like that. Karen and I were the closest in the group, even if I wasn’t actually a part of the band.

You sat backstage of one of the many concerts that had been going on for the past week. A glass of your customary Vodka Cranberry in your hand. The first week of the tour had just started and already there was a small amount of bad press starting to go around.

Tabloid journalists and photographers circled like ravenous vultures during each and every afterparty. But you know what they say: Any press is good press.

Right after the band finishes the set you are suddenly snapped out of your daydream by a blonde barreling towards you. A very familiar blonde who instantly envelops you in a hug.

“Wow hey there Karen, you’re going to make me spill my drink all over you.” You say as you quickly reciprocate the hug as best as you can whilst holding an already very slippery glass.

“Oh you love it.”

“Sure I do, honey. Set go well?”

“Went great! Still can’t believe we’re actually here.”

“Me neither, I’m suddenly getting a bucketload of calls from friends of friends that need PR done.”

“Well you better not be leaving us anytime soon.”

“Would never dream about it, sweetheart.” You stared at each other in slight awe. Mischief and something else you couldn’t really name was mirrored in Karen’s eyes as she smiled brightly at you. Suddenly you realized that you still had your arms slung around her waist and her fingers had taken to drawing little shapes on your arms.

“Hey! You guys coming to the afterparty?” Your little cocoon of warmth is suddenly interrupted by Warren’s voice from the other side of the room. You two quickly separate.

“Yeah probably.”

“Great, see you there.” Karen then connects your arms together and drags you through the back door, following the other members who were obviously going back to the buses to party.

“You know I do love it when you call me names, baby.” You ignored the butterflies that churned in your stomach as you scoffed and lightly hit Karen’s arm, causing her to send you a look of mock offense.

“Oh shut it.”

“Rude. I am truly and deeply hurt.”

“Overdramatic drama queen.”

“Oh wow just really bring on the insults won’t you?”

Y/N: I was there when all of it went down. I’d like to say that I didn’t know that the band was going to break up but I had my sneaking suspicions. When your career quite literally consists of being a fixer of problems you pick up on where problems might arise. Daisy Jones & The Six was a band that had so much underlying tension that it was for certain that the fuse was going to blow at one point.

You sat next to Karen on the large king sized bed in the suite that somehow Rod was able to swindle for you. Karen had finally fallen asleep after basically crying out her entire soul. God you felt so selfish being able to actually enjoy and crave the warmth that Karen provided as she laid tucked in your arms.

It had taken you a while but ever since the tour started your brain had finally started to accept what your heart already did. You were in love with Karen Sirko. As Breakfast at Tiffany’s plays on the TV you place a kiss on her forehead. And settle in for the fact that you will never have a chance with Karen but you’re comfortable enough loving her from the sidelines.

Y/N: Karen and I regularly kept in touch. I kept in touch with most of the band actually. It was only a few years after the band broke up that the breakthrough happened. And it happened because we were really, really high.

The year was 1980 and somehow you were back to lying down on a roof with Karen Sirko. It wasn’t some random hotel’s roof though, it was the roof of the new house you had just bought.

“I’m glad you invited me over.”

“Of course I invited you over, it would have been an act of a crazy person not to have invited you over.” Karen laughed at your statement before taking in another hit of the strong weed she somehow always kept in stock.

“You know you never did tell me where you get your weed.”

“And I never will.”

“Still as cryptic as ever.”

“Only for you baby.” Karen sent you a little smirk before quickly placing a small peck on your lips and settling back into her position. You lie there dumbfounded. She just- no no way. You’re just really high. Karen Sirko, the most beautiful woman in the world did not just kiss you.

“Uh- did you just kiss me?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Cause I always wanted to.”

“You’re just high.”

“We’re both high. Plus you know how weed makes me honest.”

“I know you all too well, Karen.”

“Well then you better believe that I just kissed you.”

“Fine I’m choosing to believe you… but I might need some reassurance.” Karen turns to you again with a smirk on her face.

“And what would this reassurance consist of?”

“Another kiss.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Y/N: So yeah things kind of ended well after the shit storm that was my years with the Six. I wouldn’t change a thing though.

Karen: Y/N is my other half and to be able to share my life with someone as incredible as that… I can hardly believe it myself.

Y/N L/N is the owner of one of the most renowned PR agencies for the Hollywood elite and is even rumored to work with some political figures. She lives with her long time girlfriend, Karen Sirko (they are hoping to get married as soon as it’s legalized) in a cabin in the Rocky Mountains but periodically comes into her various offices scattered throughout New York and LA. They co-parent 2 cats.

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— who i write for

disclaimer: most of my stories are fem!reader, but i will write gender neutral, just let me know. i write angst, fluff, and smut. i am a bisexual female, so i will write about both female and male characters. i am mostly comfortable with writing anything, so don’t be afraid to send in whatever you’d like. my inbox is always open for anything, you can write your thoughts on characters, shows or movies, or my works! much love!

masterlist

supernatural —

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

the hunger games —

peeta mellark

finnick odair

katniss everdeen

coriolanus snow

lucy gray baird

tigris snow

johanna mason

billy the kid —

billy bonney

jesse evans

harry potter —

remus lupin

sirius black

ron weasley

luna lovegood

dean thomas

james potter

lily potter

hermione granger

bellatrix lestrange

blaise zabini

harry potter

tom riddle

regulus black

draco malfoy

yellow jackets —

lottie matthews

natalie scatorccio

taissa turner

shauna shipman

van palmer

travis martinez

jackie taylor

red dead redemption —

arthur morgan

sadie adler

john marston

charles smith

karen jones

star wars —

anakin skywalker

padme amidala skywalker

ahsoka tano

luke skywalker

leia organa skywalker

the last of us —

ellie williams

joel miller

tess servopoulos

dina phantasmagoria

jesse jeon

wwe —

seth rollins

roman reigns

sasha banks

dean ambrose

lita

jeff hardy

the walking dead —

maggie rhee

rick grimes

daryl dixon

shane walsh

michonne grimes

glenn rhee

carl grimes

rosita espinosa

negan smith

tara chambers

king ezekiel

sasha williams

magna

marvel —

wanda maximoff

pietro maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

bucky barnes

tony stark

scott lang

steve rogers

frank castle

bruce banner

ava ‘ghost’ starr

loki laufeyson

king valkyrie

sam wilson

marc spector

steven grant

layla abdallah el-faouly

matt murdock

miles morales

miguel o’hara

hobie brown

carol danvers

peter parker

gamora zen titan

peggy carter

king t’challa

game of thrones / house of the dragon —

daemon targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

laena velaryon

jon snow

harwin strong

alicent hightower

sansa stark

helaena targaryen

criston cole

jacaerys velaryon

daenerys targaryen

euphoria —

rue bennett

jules vaughn

elliot hill

lexi howard

fezco o’neill

maddy perez

chris mckay

daisy jones and the six —

daisy jones

warren rhodes

graham dunne

eddie loving

camila dunne

karen sirko

outer banks —

jj maybank

john b routledge

kiara carrera

pope heyward

sarah cameron

cleo grant

shameless —

carl gallagher

fiona gallagher

lip gallagher

veronica fisher

kevin balls

svetlana yevgenivna

adding more soon!

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Good 4 U

Fandom:  Daisy Jones & The Six

Pairing: Graham Dunne x Original Female Character

Characters: Graham Dunne, Original Female Character, Karen Sirko, Warren Rojas, Eddie Roundtree, Camilla Dunne, Daisy Jones, Reader, Billy Dunne

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4793

Summary: Maybe I'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all.

Tags/Warnings: Songfic, Love, Fluff, Angst, The Six, Messy Relationship, Situationship, Implied Past Relationship, Secret Relationship, Past Friendships, Jealousy, Moving On, Good 4 U // Olivia Rodrigo

Notes: I count it as personal growth that I'm attracted to Graham and not Billy

SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

The wind was cold as it whipped past Graham, making him shiver in his thick coat. There had been a time that temperatures like this wouldn’t have phased him but he’d become too acclimatised to the California sunshine. In fact he’d become too acclimatised to everything out there, so much so he’d forgotten how condensed everything felt here though he was awakened quickly to that fact as the people in the house next to him popped up at the window, the chugging of his engine evidently loud enough to have disturbed the whole street. He hurried off the sidewalk, taking the two steps up onto the porch in one long stride until he was standing at the front door. Her front door.

He’d been there a thousand times before; every morning before they trudged to school together, every weekend when he’d called by to see if she wanted to hang out, prom night when the pair of them had insisted on going as ‘just friends’ though it had felt like a lot more than that. And yet now it didn’t feel like any of those times. Those times had been simple and uncomplicated. Now everything in his life was a mess, a mess he didn’t know how to fix apart from standing at the door of his best friend’s house and hoping that she’d help him. As he knocked he heard people inside and he cursed himself for not remembering the date. It was Thanksgiving which not only meant the house would be packed with people but that it was highly likely it’d be one of them who would answer it and he didn’t have the energy to explain his presence here. So he held his breath, hoping it would be her, which to his fortune it was.

Delilah. 

She appeared from behind the door, calling to someone inside the room before she looked out towards the porch and found him standing there. Shock fell on her pretty features as she realised it was him, her blue eyes going wide as she tried to get her thoughts into order.

‘Graham?’ she asked, shock still plastered on her face.

‘Hey,’ her replied as he watched her, a smile playing on his lips as he took her in. She looked different from the last time he had seen her, her auburn locks now gone and replaced by a much darker tone, one that echoed through the makeup she was wearing. She didn’t take him in though, instead, she moved to stand on the doorstep, closing the door behind her before she looked at him and said, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Well I figured you might be here,’ he said.

‘No, what are you doing in Pittsburgh?’ she corrected, folding her arms as she looked at him.

‘I’m back,’ he shrugged.

‘Back?’ she said.

‘For good. It’s over…everything’s over so I decided to come home,’ he said watching as her face fell into a look of sympathy before she said, ‘okay but uh what are you doing here?’

‘Well I had to see you,’ he said as though it was obvious though given her face moved to a look of surprise he realised he may have been the only one to think so.

‘You came all this way to see me?’ she asked.

‘Of course I did,’ he said as if it was expected.

Delilah paused. It wasn’t expected in fact she wasn’t even sure why he’d even bothered. It wasn’t as though their last meeting had gone spectacularly, a meeting that had only come about when she had hauled her ass across the country to see him.

‘Delilah!’ Graham shouted as he noted his friend looking around on the tarmac for someone she recognised. At his voice she turned, her face breaking into a smile as she noted him standing there before she dashed towards him. They collided in a mishmash of limbs that neither of them seemed to care about, smiles present on both of their faces as they pulled out of their embrace and Graham said, ‘you came!’

‘Of course I came,’ she said swatting his arm as he let her go, her small frame peeling away from his tall one as he let her go. He had known she would of course, it had been her idea after all, but still it felt good to have her here, a reminder that he hadn’t lost complete touch with his old life.

‘Man it’s good to see you,’ he said, slinging his arm around her as they started to head towards baggage claim.

‘Yeah?’ she asked, a smile playing on her lips at the sentiment.

‘Yeah, it feels like it’s been forever,’ he said.

‘It has,’ she chuckled, of course it had felt like forever, it had been well over a year and in that time span his life had changed beyond belief. He was on track to become a rockstar and she was just the girl he used to know back home and yet he never made it feel like that. No, though they were separated by distance he still kept her close and so to finally be on the same soil made her happier than ever. As did the way his arm was slung over her shoulders and the beaming smile he gave her as he said, ‘Good flight?’

‘Eh it was fine,’ she shrugged as they broke apart so that she could grab her bag from the carousel.

‘Could’ve been worse?’ he mused as he took the bag from her before they headed out towards his car.

‘Could’ve been better I mean don’t you have a private jet or something these days?’ she teased.

‘Nah I only use that for real friends,’ he quipped making her shove him.

They were quiet for a moment, idly chatting until they made it to his car which she climbed in with no issue, allowing him to put her suitcase in the trunk before he followed suit. It was only when they were finally out of the airport grounds, heading for the freeway, did she decided to do away with small talk as she said, ‘So how’s everything going?’

‘Good,’ Graham said, ‘I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.’

‘I know everyone,’ she said rolling her eyes as he glanced at her before putting his focus back on the road.

‘Yeah I know,’ he started realising his words had come out wrong, ‘but it’s different now. I mean I have a niece now y'know?’

‘Oh yeah,’ she said realising what he meant. Of course she knew everyone and she had been kept up to date with most of the goings on and yet things were different, ‘so how’s it all going now…with Billy.’

‘Oh, fine,’ he said, keeping his tone casual though he noted his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

‘I know you said he went to rehab and everything…how is he?’ she mumbled.

‘Better, he’s a lot better now,’ Graham said.

‘That’s good,’ Delilah replied and after that they fell silent. Graham seemed to be unwilling to elaborate any more than that and she was unsure of what to say for the best. When they’d spoken of it before he’d gotten quiet and addiction wasn’t really something she knew a lot about so she had been at a loss for what to say.

‘So,’ she said after a moment, feeling more awkward the longer they stayed silent, ‘a niece huh?’

‘Yeah,’ he said finally cracking a smile, ‘she’s amazing you’ll love her.’

‘Oh yeah? Making you want to be a dad?’ she teased making him blush.

‘As long as I can hand them back at the end of the day sure,’ he chuckled. They were falling back into their rhythm now, the awkwardness ebbing as she turned in her seat to face him and said, ‘so come on.’

‘What?’ he asked glancing at her.

‘Who else have I got to meet?’

‘Well there’s Daisy,’ he said, ‘you’ll love her.’

‘Oh really?’ she asked trying to ignore the nervous flutter in her stomach at the mention of another woman.

‘Yeah, she’s a great musician and she’s really helped our sound change a lot. Plus she doesn’t take any of Billy’s shit which is a bonus,’ he chuckled, his tone laced with sisterly affection that made her relax.

‘Sounds like my kinda gal,’ she smiled.

‘And there’s Karen our keyboardist,’ he said.

‘Yeah?’ she said looking for the same sisterly affection he had spoken about the other girl with and yet it didn’t come. In fact, he seemed to feel her eyes on him, squirming in his seat as he cleared his throat and said as casually as he could muster, ‘Yeah, she’s pretty cool too.’

‘Oh?’ she said.

‘Yeah,’ he said, shifting again as he swiftly moved on, ‘and of course there’s the folks we’re recording with. Teddy, who discovered us, but we can get into that when we get to the studio.’

‘I get to come to the studio?’ she asked.

‘Of course,’ he said looking at her with a smile.

The ride to the studio wasn’t a long one though once inside Delilah found herself less intrigued by the place her friend had started to call home and instead found herself longing to be back outside away from the dim lights and swirling cigarette smoke that made her want to retch. The only alluring bit of the whole thing was the fact that as she stepped into the studio Eddie and Warren seemed to come to life by her presence.

‘Del!’ Warren said standing up from his drum kit and coming towards her, offering her a hug as she said, ‘Hey!’

‘Man it’s good to see you,’ he chuckled as she hugged him back.

‘You too,’ she chuckled as she pulled away from him moving to the boy who had flocked towards them as she said, ‘Hey Ed.’

‘Hey Del,’ he said hugging her quickly.

‘So this is what you guys have been busy doing all these months huh?’ she chuckled.

‘Someone's got to,’ Warren said as he moved back towards his drum kit.

‘It’s a step up from the garage I’ll admit that,’ she giggled.

‘Sounds a lot better in here too,’ Eddie chuckled, moving back to where he’d been setting up.

‘Well I can’t wait for that,’ she said, ‘Graham says I get a sneak peek.’

‘Yeah well you will whenever Daisy gets here,’ Warren said.

‘Which is whenever she decides to show up,’ Billy said moving past her towards his guitar, barely even acknowledging she was here as he too moved to set up.

‘I’m sure it’ll be soon,’ Graham said rolling his eyes as he headed to get his guitar too leaving Delilah standing in the middle of the room suddenly unaware of what to do with herself. She supposed that was the problem with already knowing everyone, they all seemed comfortable enough to let her see to herself, the way she had used to when they’d spent hours rehearsing in their garage in Pittsburgh. She and Camilla had seen to themselves as the boys rehearsed yet now it didn’t feel as natural. She wondered if that was because she was missing her counterpart, her fellow spectator, or whether that was because from behind a keyboard towards the other side of the room a girl was watching her closely.

As everyone carried on with their own tasks she decided there wasn’t much point in her loitering like an idiot and instead she moved towards the girl in the corner in order to introduce herself. She tried to ignore the flip flop in her stomach at the sight of her, effortlessly pretty and cool in a reserved kind of way and instead chose to treat her like she had the others.

‘So,’ she said catching her attention though admittedly she’d forced herself to pretend she was in the middle of something the moment Delilah had headed her way, ‘if Daisys not here that must mean that you’re Karen.’

‘What?’ the girl replied, taking Delilah off guard as her British accent hit her ears, ‘oh yeah, uh hi.’

‘I’m Delilah, we haven’t met,’ she said sticking her hand out for the girl to shake though she merely glanced at it.

‘Right, Graham’s friend,’ she said coolly.

‘Well yeah but I mean I know everyone,’ Delilah said, wondering why the urge to explain felt so strong inside her. Maybe it was because of the way she was watching her as though she didn’t belong in this little group as though she was the outsider here.

‘Right,’ she said, ‘well I’ve got to set up.’

‘Oh, okay,’ Delilah said turning around quickly feeling as though she had been dismissed. Yet as she moved to take a seat in the corner of the room, ready to watch the performance, she couldn’t help but notice the warning look Graham shot towards his friend. One that made her feel as though there was more to the friendship than Delilah had anticipated.

Over the next few days that feeling didn’t disappear from inside Delilah and yet she wondered how given that throughout her whole stay Karen had opted to stay away from the group. In fact they’d spent the majority of her time there doing things just her and Graham though she couldn’t help but feel his heart wasn’t really in it. He showed her the sights of course and they hung out a lot yet it felt as though he was going through the motions. In truth the only time he seemed to be his old self was whenever they were around other people, as if he didn’t need to act around them but with her he did. She tried to ignore it but the sting it left inside her was something that was getting harder and harder to squash down, especially when he chose to sit next to Karen at dinner. They were at Billy and Camilla’s new house, sitting on the terrace eating pizza and chatting over a roaring fire. Delilah was sitting quietly eating her pizza as she watched the pair of them across the fire, chatting to one another in hushed whispers the group didn’t seem to notice.

‘This is good,’ Warren said though it was garbled as he was still chewing.

‘Not better than Vito’s though,’ Eddie said, as he took his own bite.

‘Man I’d kill for Vito’s right now,’ Graham said, earning a smile from the girl beside him that didn’t go unnoticed by Delilah. Karen didn’t even seem to notice she was being watched, the warmth of Delilah’s stare evidently getting lost in the flickering flame between them.

‘Nah man, Vito’s sucks,’ Warren said.

‘Does not,’ Eddie said.

‘Billy back me up here,’ Warren said looking to where Billy was sitting across from him, Camilla sprawled across his lap.

‘Warren’s right Vito’s sucks,’ Billy said earning himself a glare from the other boys.

‘Oh, so what’s better?’ Graham wagered.

‘That place we went on tour remember?’ Warren said.

‘Up in San Francisco?’ Eddie asked.

‘Yeah man,’ Warren said looking towards Billy who shrugged, ‘it was pretty good.’

‘You have to be kidding me!’ Eddie said sitting up in his chair he looked as though he was bracing himself to argue though before he could Delilah found herself speaking whether to dispel an argument from occurring or because she felt as though she had become a fly on the wall, a non-entity, she did not know.

‘Best pizza ever is Ali’s,’ she said causing six sets of eyes to turn in her direction. Given that Eddie had been the one amping himself up for a verbal tennis match he seemed to be able to get his mouth to work quickest as he said, ‘is that downtown?’

‘No,’ she said, ‘it’s in Cleveland.’

‘Why were you at a pizza place in Cleveland?’ Graham said accusatorily, his attention finally falling on her for the first time all night. She shifted, feeling the weight of his narrowed gaze on her face.

‘Me and Chuck went,’ she shrugged though she knew that would only generate more questions than answers.

‘You’ve seen Chuck?’ Eddie asked.

‘Yeah,’ she said quietly.

‘How is he?’ Eddie asked.

‘Still wanting to put his fingers in people’s mouths?’ Warren asked.

‘He’s fine,’ Delilah said ignoring the jab from Warren though she should’ve expected it. She should’ve expected how they were all watching her as if they expected her to spill some sordid secrets about their ex-bandmate. Still, the scrutiny of them watching her made her face burn and so she said, ‘what?’

‘Nothing,’ Billy said, ‘it’s just we haven’t heard from him.’

‘Well you guys are a lot busier than I am,’ she shrugged.

‘True,’ Camilla said.

‘Besides I thought you guys were cool now,’ she said.

‘Yeah, I suppose,’ Eddie said though it earned nothing more than a disgruntled shrug from both Warren and Billy.

‘Yeah, Dels right I mean if he was still in the band you might not have your other members,’ Camilla said capturing the girl’s attention as she offered her a smile.

‘You’re right,’ Billy said placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek. Delilah smiled, finally feeling more at one with the group than she had all night.

‘When did you see him?’ a voice from the other side of the circle said, snapping Delilah’s attention towards him. It was Graham and whatever feeling of unity the other’s had provided now felt ripped away under his scrutinous glare. 

‘What?’ Delilah asked, tucking her hair behind her ear self-consciously.

‘Chuck,’ Graham said flatly, ‘when did you see him? I mean I thought he was at college.’

‘He was,’ she said quietly, now feeling everyone’s eyes on her, ‘but he came home for Christmas.’

‘And you two hung out?’ Graham asked.

‘Yeah,’ she said shifting in her seat.

‘And what then you just went to visit him in Cleveland?’ Graham asked incredulously.

‘He invited me,’ Delilah said starting to feel irked by his questioning, ‘is that a problem?’

‘No,’ Graham said, glancing towards Karen before back at Delilah, ‘I just didn’t think you guys were that friendly that’s all.’

‘Well we are,’ she said defensively.

‘Where did you hang out?’ he pressed.

‘What?’ Delilah replied.

‘You and Chuck,’ he said, putting full emphasis on Chuck’s name though it reeked of mocking.

‘What does that matter?’ she snapped. She could feel everyone’s eyes on them, watching what she was sure was an argument though she didn’t know why. She didn’t know why he even cared after all he seemed to have had no issue with moving on and yet the whiff of her and someone else had his panties in a bunch. It made her angry, evident in her tone as she said, ‘we went for dinner is that a problem?’

‘I didn’t even think you guys liked each other and suddenly you’re travelling across the country to see the guy,’ Graham said exasperatedly.

‘I did not travel across the country!’ she said, feeling her voice getting shriller with every sentence.

‘No just a hundred miles-’

‘Well maybe we were both bummed out that the majority of our friends moved three thousand miles away and left us behind!’ she said.

‘That’s not what-'

‘Excuse me,’ she said flatly standing up and throwing the piece of pizza she had been holding down back into the box. She could feel people watching her, though only fleetingly, each of them swapping between glancing at her and then anywhere but due to the palpable tension. Yet she didn’t pay attention to that, instead, she headed away from the group ignoring the calls of her name from Graham. She could hear him calling her yet she kept moving, through the house until she was out the front door, barrelling down the street down back to their house.

‘Delilah!’ he called as she continued to move, her shoes the only thing making noise in the empty street. She heard him speed up, a frustrated grunt emitting from his lips when she failed to slow down, ‘Del wait!’

‘Go away Graham,’ she said, but he had caught up, capturing her by the wrist and spinning her around. She spun around, folding her arms across her chest as though she was preparing herself for whatever he was going to say. She half expected it to be a defence for the way he had acted but it wasn’t. If anything he looked confused.

‘You’re mad at me,’ was all he said, confusion still on his face and because of it she too felt confused because how could he not have realised that? She’d stormed away and yet her coolness seemed to be unexpected, like he didn’t know why she could possibly be feeling put out. She felt as though she ought to explain, to ask her clueless boy if he was only just realising how she had felt this entire trip and yet she couldn't. She didn't have the patience to take her time with him so instead the words she found coming from her were, ‘why did you invite me here?’

‘What?’ he asked, his confusion continuing.

‘Why did you invite me here?’ she repeated.

‘Because I miss you,’ he said, ‘we all do.’

‘Right,’ she scoffed.

‘What?’ he said.

‘Nothing, I just thought,’ she said feeling her anger ebbing, replaced by sadness, ‘I just don’t know what I thought…actually that’s not true.’

‘Del-’ he said but she couldn’t stop. It was coming from her now, everything that she had held in for the last few days if not months. She moved away from him, though she looked up at him, her blue eyes finding his as she said quietly, ‘I know what I thought. I thought you invited me here because you missed me.’

‘I do,’ he said but she shook her head, smiling sadly at his protests.

‘Just let me talk,’ she said quietly watching him until he nodded conceding not to interrupt, ‘I thought you invited me here because you wanted to see me. I thought that you’d done the whole rockstar thing for a while and you were realising that you missed me and that you wanted me to come out and join you. I thought you’d been feeling like I had…I mean I travelled a hundred miles to have dinner with a guy I don’t even really know that well because it meant I had a chance of talking about you.’

The smile she offered him was one of embarrassment, something that grew as he gave her a look of pity.

‘Then I get here and it’s not the same. That stuff between us before you left it’s like it never happened actually it’s like you’re not even the same guy anymore. You’ve moved on and I was an idiot to think that you wouldn’t,’ she said, her words coming out shakier than intended.

‘Del,’ he sighed.

‘Don’t,’ she whispered, ‘don’t tell me it’s not true or that I imagined it, you moving on or the way we felt before you left. And don’t tell me you haven’t moved on.’

‘It’s not that I’ve moved on,’ he sighed taking her hand in his as he fiddled with it nervously, ‘I’ve just been busy. You don’t understand Del, it’s been hectic. I haven’t had time to think about that stuff.’

‘Yeah?’ she asked, daring to dream he was telling the truth though she knew he wasn’t.

‘Yeah,’ he confirmed.

‘So how long have you been fucking Karen?’ she asked flatly. His gaze that had been locked on their joined hands snapped up to her face, guilt plastered on his own as she sighed and said, ‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Del,’ he whispered but she didn’t let him carry on. Instead, she pulled her hand from his grasp and moved away from him, feeling the anger bubbling in her again.

‘Del,’ he said again.

‘Look, you don’t have to explain. If she’s the one for you great, I’m happy for you…I just wish it was as easy for me to move on that’s all,’ she explained.

‘It’s not moving on-’

‘Isn’t it?’ she said exasperatedly, ‘I mean when you left you said all you were doing was chasing a dream.’

‘I am!’

‘And she’s just part of that huh?’ she said.

‘Del,’ he said.

‘Stop pretending,’ she said, ‘at least allow me that.’

They stood in the street watching one another, deathly silence lingering between them which was only disrupted as the echoes of their friends, his friends, started to waft down the street from where they were sitting on the back porch, more noticeable now they weren’t arguing. After one last look she turned determined to head back to their house down the street and not back to that god-forsaken party.

‘Del,’ he said as she turned to walk away.

‘Just go back to the party,’ she said not bothering to look over her shoulder.

‘But-’ he protested which was enough to make her pause and look back at him, annoyed he wasn’t just letting her go.

‘Go back to your life Graham,’ she said sadly, ‘it’s better this way.’

That was why she didn’t understand why he was standing here now, at her front door as if nothing had happened. He too knew it wasn’t going to be easy but throughout all the turmoil he’d been going through he had found one thing to be consistent; how much he missed her. He longed to tell her just how much and he hoped she’d let him.

‘Can we talk?’ was all he could ask yet as he did the door opened behind her, a familiar floppy-haired man coming out from behind it.

‘Hey, who was, oh, hey Graham,’ Chuck said looking between them for a minute before he said, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Oh, uh I’m in town,’ Graham said, feeling a pit form in his stomach.

‘No kidding,’ Chuck replied.

‘Yeah,’ Graham said flatly.

‘He just stopped by,’ Delilah said, shifting nervously, ‘he’s not staying.’

‘Me either,’ Chuck said, ‘though maybe we could hang out sometime?’

‘Maybe,’ Graham said half-heartedly. Chuck didn’t seem to notice his friend’s lack of enthusiasm as he was too enthralled in getting Delilah’s attention, kissing her on the cheek as they spoke in hushed whispers he pretended not to listen to before Chuck said goodbye to both of them and then toddled off down towards the car that was parked out front. Graham watched him go before he looked back to Delilah, whose cheeks were now tinged with pink he doubted was from the winter chill.

‘So,’ he said making her look at him, ‘chuck.’

‘How’s Karen?’ she countered making his heart clench at the thought.

‘Del-'

‘What? What do you want me to say, Graham? Do you want me to run into your arms and drop everything now that you have nothing else going on?’

‘No that’s not what-’

‘You expected? Not even a little bit?’ she said staring at him pointedly. Graham dropped his gaze, if he was being honest with himself maybe that was what he had been hoping for. He had been hoping that she’d still continued to feel that way for him even though he’d been blinded by the glamour of the dream he’d been chasing to appreciate it.

‘I just…I guess I got to thinking and well it’s just that I used to think that being a rockstar was what I wanted…all I wanted, ‘he said quietly, his gaze on his shows as he dared not look at her face, ‘but now it’s over and well I don’t care. I don’t miss it…but all I can think about is how much I miss you.’

‘Shame you didn’t miss me at the time,’ she said.

‘I know,’ he said, ‘but Del I miss you and I know it’s not great timing but I do. I really miss you and I know I have no right but I was hoping you missed me too.’

‘I did,’ she said quietly, ‘for a long time…but Graham I have a life now.’

‘With Chuck?’ he asked bitterly.

‘Yes with Chuck,’ she snapped.

‘You really wanna date a dentist?’ he asked.

‘I want to date someone who wants me and not just when they’ve no other options. You got what you wanted Graham.’

‘What if that’s not what I want anymore?’ he asked.

‘And what if I upend my life for you to realise you want something else?’ she asked.

‘Del,’ he sighed yet she didn’t offer him an answer, only a sad smile as she moved back inside the house, resting on the door for a minute before she said, ‘Say hi to Karen for me.’

And then she was gone, leaving him out in the bitter cold of fall in Pittsburgh wondering how the hell he’d messed everything up quite so badly.

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THE CHAIN -> e. roundtree PART FOUR: aurora

PAIRING: eddie roundtree x fem!reader WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, drugs, minor injuries, blood, very suggestive content, implied sex (NOTE: some warnings for this story include MAJOR spoilers for this series down the line, so I'll put those beneath the cut. If you don't want to get the story spoiled, then just ignore it ― but I did want to provide the chance for you to get an idea of how the story will go later down the line if you have any sensitive topics you'd like to avoid. please prioritize your mental wellbeing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HIIIIIIII HI HI HI HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE FOURTH AND FINAL INSTALLMENT OF THE CHAIN! I'm so sorry this took me ten million years to write, it was really hard both time-wise and emotionally, as you'll see later...but HERE IT IS!!!!! This little story has gotten so much love since I posted the first part and it is absolutely insane. I'm almost at 800 followers now, compared to the 300-and-something I had before. It is absolutely crazy how this little plot bunny turned into something that you all really love. I'm glad that this story has brought you guys joy, and I hope I can do that one last time. So, here you go! Part four of The Chain!

WARNINGS (SPOILERS INCLUDED): reader has a life threatening illness. Discussions about death and loss, depictions of grief, hospitals

AURORA (1977-1978)

EDDIE: It started with little things, you know? The drip before the dam breaks. She would have these moments of...of absentmindedness. She'd say "I think I'm going to wear the red sweater at tonight's gig." And I'd say, "I love that one." And she'd say. "Me too." And then she'd pause, and go back to whatever the hell she was doing ― strumming on the guitar, packing for tour ― and all of a sudden she'd say, "Oh, Ed, I'm going to wear the red sweater at the show tonight." I thought maybe she was telling a joke, but she'd look up at me, waiting for a response. So I'd say, "Baby, you just told me that." And she'd say, "I did?" And I'd say, "You did." And then she'd pause again, thinking. And then she'd shrug and just say, "Oh." Oh. Like it didn't even matter that she'd just said the same thing twice and forgotten she'd even said it in the first place. I don't blame her for it. I mean, she was like the opposite of a hypochondriac. She could stitch you up when you got hurt, but she thought she was indestructible. It was all I could do to get her to see that everyone has a breaking point. Everyone has that point that they can't come back from. And I didn't know it then, but she'd already crossed it.

KAREN: The first time it happened ― the first time we really started to realize that something was up ― was during a rehearsal. I think...I think we might've been recording, actually.

Aurora was coming along better than any of them thought it was. The songs were recorded in six days. The band was in the middle of the fourth day, mid-recording of "Kill You To Try," when the drums came to a sudden halt at the song's peak.

And Billy, whose only goal was getting the album recorded so that he and Teddy could take over on the mixing, was on the verge of losing his mind.

It took him a moment to realize the drums had faded away until they were completely gone. The rhythmic guitar faded next, next the bass, and then Billy caught up, his voice breaking off and his headphones pulled away from his ears.

He turned around, an angry knot forming between his brows. "Y/n?" he said impatiently. When there was no answer, he said it again. "Y/n."

She was staring straight forward, arms fallen limp to her sides, a blank look on her face. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, more half-blinks than full stops.

Karen, who was closest to her at the keyboard, walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Honey, are you all right?"

And then it stopped. Y/n blinked one last time and her eyes went still. She looked around at all of them, a crease forming between her brows. "What?" she asked, looking back at their stares. "What did I do?"

DAISY: We just...we didn't know what to say.

"You zoned out, dude." Warren replied.

"I did?" she asked. There were nods. "Oh. Sorry."

They went back to recording then, mostly at Billy's insistence, but Eddie couldn't help watching Y/n through the corner of his eye for the rest of the day. She seemed fine enough for the most part, but he couldn't get rid of the sneaking suspicion that something was very, very wrong.

"Okay...okay. Mom, go, I don't need Dr. Medina getting mad at me. I'll call you in the morning. I hope the surgery goes well. Be the best damn nurse the world has ever seen. Okay, bye. Love you."

Y/n hung up the phone and jumped over the top of the couch, lying down and laying her head in Eddie's lap. Everyone else had left the house in Laurel Canyon by now, making them its only two residents. It was quieter than it was before, sometimes unsettlingly so, but they liked it. With the band becoming more and more chaotic, they both needed the quiet. Plus, they could make out in the kitchen without worrying about anyone walking in on them. That was a definite plus.

Eddie stared off into space for a moment, absentmindedly running a hand through Y/n's hair. "You ever think about getting married?"

Y/n sat up, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Getting married. Out of the blue. Just like Camila and Billy."

Y/n stuttered, "Camila and Billy have been together since, like, the beginning of time. We've only been together for...we can't..."

She trailed off, and Eddie's face fell. He covered it up with a shrug. "No, it's fine."

"Eddie, hey."

"No, no it's fine, I get it," he said, getting up from the couch. Yes, it was a risky thing to say. And he hadn't exactly known what to expect, but it definitely wasn't that.

Y/n got up to gently grab his wrist, stopping him in place. "Eddie, Eddie," she said gently as he reluctantly turned. He looked somewhat dejected ― it hurt her to see, so she put on her sweetest smile as she laced her fingers behind his neck. "Camila and Billy got married at three in the morning because she got knocked up. That's not me. That's not us."

He said nothing, but his features softened just the slightest bit.

"It can't be out of the blue, okay? Call me old fashioned, but I want the planning. The pretty cathedral, the stupid vows, the white dress...I want it all. And being in a rock band doesn't really coincide with that, yeah?"

Eddie just rolled his eyes at that, but there was a slight grin on his face as he did so. "Come here," she muttered, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. He held her back, his chin resting atop her head like she'd fly away if he didn't try hard enough.

"Give me some time. We have a world tour coming up, but after that..." she trailed off with a smile. "That sound okay?"

"Yes ma'am," Eddie responded with a shit-eating grin. Now it was Y/n's turn to roll her eyes and push him away, smiling.

"Why are you in such a rush to get tied down? Aren't rockstars pretty flighty people?"

"I'll let you know you when I see one," Eddie said, and pulled her in to kiss her.

Billy and Daisy were nowhere to be seen. Daisy Jones & The Six's World Tour of Aurora was set to begin in less than a month, and their main attraction was missing from rehearsal. The rest of the band sat around like sitting ducks, fiddling with their instruments like they had no purpose. Well, right then, it was like they didn't. Without Billy or Daisy...practice almost wasn't worth it.

And eventually, Eddie had had it. "Okay," he said, standing up, "this is bullshit. Just because Billy and Daisy aren't here, we have to sit with our thumbs up our asses?"

Warren paused. "Yeah, basically."

Eddie shook his head, giving a bitter laugh. "Yeah, fuck that. Up."

He slung his guitar over his shoulder as they all reluctantly got up, groaning in exasperation. Y/n took her seat behind the drums, Karen got behind the keys, and Warren picked up his guitar. And Eddie headed for the mic, causing a few confused glances between the other band members.

"Hey, Ed?" Y/n called. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? We're going to rehearse."

"Yeah, but...you're not going to sing, are you?" Graham said.

Y/n threw a drumstick at him. "Dude."

Warren and Karen held back laughter. Eddie looked around the room, eyebrows raised. "Fine. Anyone else want to volunteer?" he asked. "Please, someone else take over."

No one moved to take his place. Eddie nodded. "That's what I thought. Okay, let's start with Regret Me."

"You're going to sing Daisy's part?" Y/n said, eyebrows raised.

"Nope," Eddie responded. "You are."

Y/n froze. For a moment she thought that might've been a joke.

KAREN: She looked like a deer in headlights. I knew Eddie wouldn't ask me, probably because he was still a little scared of me. But Y/n always hated being front and center. She looked like she was going to be sick.

Eddie beckoned her forward. She looked at the others for help, but all she got in return was wide-eyed looks and desperate shrugs. She looked back at Eddie. "N-No! I-I have to do the drums!"

"Teddy can play the drums. Right, Teddy?"

Caught off-guard, Teddy pressed the speaker button. "Um, sure?"

As Teddy came from the booth into the studio, Eddie walked over to where Y/n sat behind the drums. She had shrunk down as if to hide herself. She stared up at Eddie as though he were about to lead her to the slaughter. "What the fuck are you doing?" she said in a harsh whisper. "I'll kill you, you know. The second we get home, I'm taking the bat and crushing your fucking kneecaps."

Eddie just laughed as he took her hand to guide her to the mic with him. "I know you can do this," he muttered, quiet enough so that only she could hear, "I've heard you sing it."

"In the shower."

"Still counts."

She resisted the urge to slap him right then, looking around at the rest of the band. "If any one of you ever bring this up ever again―"

"Yeah, yeah, save the death threats," Warren said. "Can we all just shut up and rehearse?"

"Oh, now you have a sense of urgency." Y/n muttered.

After one final look around, Graham counted them in, and the song began. And Y/n who had no instrument to play, only stood a solid foot away from the mic, her heart beating so quickly that she could feel it in her skull. Eddie gently took her hand to pull her closer. When he opened his mouth to sing, hers stayed shut.

"You regret me and I regret you," he sang alone. "Except I don't care what you're feeling and I don't need your reprove."

He squeezed her hand, trying to encourage her with only his eyes. And then, quietly, she joined in on the next line.

"I'm a slippage in the system with a natural gift, how I move," he found himself starting to sing through a smile, "So go ahead and regret me but I'm beating you to it, dude."

The chorus was approaching, making Y/n feeling more and more like she was going to throw up. The logical part of her knew that she wouldn't burst into flame if her voice cracked. But the other part? The other part of her wanted to punch Eddie in the face for ever bringing her within a five foot radius of this mic.

"You regret me and I regret you!"

WARREN: They had that chemistry that Billy and Daisy had, but it felt more…lived in. Daisy and Billy were like two pieces of flint that you’d knock together. Sparks would fly and hey, maybe something would catch on fire. Eddie and Y/n were like a bonfire. Controlled. And, if you stood a good enough distance away, you could see how nice it was. It wasn’t as exciting, but it sure was good enough to take the place of the real thing.

She gained confidence the more that she sang. Whether it was the fact that her voice held on or the fact that she got to stand so close to Eddie, she didn't know, but she felt okay.

"Go ahead and regret me, but I'm beating you to it, dude." Y/n finished the song with a smile at Eddie, her face flushed. It took her a moment to realize that the room around her was silent.

Her smile fell. "What?"

"Nothing," Graham said. "That was great. Um...what about Honeycomb?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, going back to their instrument. Eddie pulled Y/n to his side, pressing a kiss to her head. "Told ya."

She suppressed a smile. "Shut up."

EDDIE: The lead up to the tour, I think. That was when things got really weird. She was tired all the time, no matter how much sleep she got. I mean, yeah, we were recording an album and getting ready for a world tour, but it wasn't like normal. We'd come home and she'd go straight to be, sleep until the morning, wake up, and an hour later she'd be yawning again. For a while I thought she might've just been tired of me [laughs].

"Y/n, come on. Time to get up," Eddie said quietly, crouching beside their bed to be at her eye level. Her eyes blinked open reluctantly and she groaned, rolling over.

"My head is killing me."

"I'll get you some Advil."

"No, no, I got it," she said, and then proceeded to lay in bed, eyes shut, curled under the blankets.

After a few moments, Eddie spoke. "Y/n?"

"Five more minutes."

He laughed quietly. "Come here," he said, sliding one arm under her back and one under her legs, scooping her up into his arms.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulders gratefully, burying her head in his neck. "Wow, you're so strong," she said with a little giggle.

"Yeah, yeah. I can still throw you down the stairs."

"Ooh, I'm counting on it."

They went to rehearsal―where, luckily, Daisy and Billy were already located―and got to work. Eddie kept an eye on Y/n out of the corner of his eye. Her headache had worsened on the drive there despite her taking more pain pills than was probably necessary. She played just fine, but she cringed ever so often at the punctuated hit of a hi-hat. He thought about taking her off the drums for a bit and putting Teddy in her place, but she'd just get angry at him.

In the middle of Let Me Down Easy, the drums stopped suddenly, drum sticks clattering to the floor. Everyone looked up to see Y/n sprinting out of the room, a hand clamped over her mouth. Eddie froze. Karen was the first to move, running after her to make sure she was all right.

They all stood in silence for a minute or two, unsure of how to proceed. Karen came back, running a hand through her hair. "She just got sick. She's fine now, but I think we should give her a minute."

"What, does she have the flu or something?" Graham asked.

"Maybe she's pregnant," Camila suggested. Everyone turned to look at her at once. She blinked. "What?"

Eddie left the room then, feeling like he was about to be sick himself. The bathroom door was ajar when he got there. Y/n was sitting on the floor when he walked in, knees tucked to her chest, her head propped up by one palm.

"Hi," she croaked.

"Hi. You okay?" he asked, sitting beside her.

"Fucking fabulous," she replied with a slight grin.

He smiled and kissed her forehead, wrapping an arm around her. "D'you think that maybe it's time you see a doctor? I mean, the headache, you're tired all the time, and now this?"

"No, no," she waved her hand to brush that away. "I get like this sometimes. It's like allergies. It's whatever. I'll ask my mom on the phone later. She's never failed me."

Eddie nodded, going silent for a moment. "Are you maybe...do you think you might be pregnant?"

"No, I'm―" Y/n began, then cut herself off. She paused for a moment, thinking. Then she turned back to Eddie, eyes wide. "Um."

Cut to the two of them in the bathroom at midnight, Eddie pacing and Y/n staring at a little pregnancy test on the counter. It had taken them nearly half a dozen drug stores to find a regular pregnancy test, not to mention the fact that they grew more and more panicked with every second that passed.

"What if―"

"Nope, no," Eddie cut her off, "We are not playing the What If game right now. Whatever happens happens, and we'll deal with it."

Y/n nodded, pursing her lips. "But, what if―"

"Y/n, no."

After a few minutes of anxious silence, Y/n exclaimed. "Look, I see a line!"

Eddie quit his pacing to rush to her side, looking down at the test. "What does that mean?"

"Two lines means I'm pregnant."

"There's only one."

"I know that, Eddie."

"Well, what does that mean?"

And then they were scrambling for the box, looking for the instructions they worried they might've accidentally tossed out. Once the box assured them that one line meant Y/n was definitely not pregnant, they both let out a sigh of relief, Y/n slumping over the counter in exhausted victory. "I feel like we should take several rounds of shots right now."

Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thank God, I was about to call Karen's priest."

She laughed, feeling giddy.

"Would it have been the worst thing In the world, though?" he asked.

Y/n turned her head to look up at him. "Sweetheart, we're about to leave for a world tour. The timing isn't exactly ideal," she paused. "But no, it wouldn't have been the worst thing ever. I mean, I would have a lot to explain to my extremely Catholic grandparents, but no, I wouldn't be entirely devastated."

Eddie couldn't stop a smile that spread out of her sight. "First you want to marry me and now you want to have my children? God, are you obsessed with me or something?"

She gasped in mock offense, tearing herself from her grip and glaring at him. "You precocious son of a bitch."

"Careful, you might accidentally turn me on."

She narrowed her eyes, staring at him for a moment. Then, quick as a flash, she turned and ran to the bedroom. Eddie chased after her, their screams of laughter floating up through the ceiling as he slammed the door behind them.

AURORA WORLD TOUR (1978-1979)

WARREN: Tour life was crazy, man. It always had been, but that one was insane. Daisy and Billy had it out in Rolling Stone, and everyone wanted to see their little shitshow. I'm not saying that their blowup was what rocketed us to the top...but it fuckin' was. Drama, man. The people eat it up.

Daisy Jones & The Six was the shit. Everywhere they went, massive crowds followed. Record sales were at an all-time high. Everyone knew the band. They were on top of the world.

Eddie thought every day about taking a knee and proposing to Y/n. In the middle of a show, even. He'd do it in the dead of night. They never tired of each other, no matter how long they were together. They were attached at the hip until they were forced away, which, now that they were on tour together, wasn't often.

They had made a routine. Wake up, rehearse with the band for a couple hours, and then go walk around whatever city they were in. Then they'd play the show, go to a party, and go back to their hotel room. They clung to each other through all of it. Eddie wasn't quite sure what the terms of common law marriage were, but he was sure that they would meet all of them. But he'd wait until the tour was over, just like she said. And then he'd marry her. That much he knew.

When they got to Chicago around early July, it was set to be their biggest show of the tour.

KAREN: Tensions were high. I don't think the two of them noticed, or they were too in love to care.

They stood backstage, the sounds of the crowd growing louder and louder as more people arrived.

Camila turned to wish her good luck with a smile, but it quickly faded. "Oh, honey, your nose."

Y/n frowned, then felt a drip. She swiped her thumb underneath her nose and it came away slick with blood. "Oh," she muttered, "oops."

"Are you alright?" she asked in a very mom-way.

"Yeah, feeling okay," Y/n nodded. "Goodnight, Julia."

Camila rocked her daughter, "Say bye-bye, Julia."

Julia lifted a hand and made a grabby motion in farewell. Y/n giggled and did the same back, still holding her nose. "Bye, Squishy," she said, poking one of Julia's little dimples. The girl giggled and clung to her mom, disappearing out of sight.

She staunched the blood as best she could once she found tissues, stashing bloody tissues in her bag rather than the trash can so as not to worry anyone. She swiped on some glitter anywhere that would catch the light. Eddie came in as she was tying her hair up. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his shoulder.

The moment her eyes closed, she got this feeling like she wanted nothing more than to let them stay closed, to drift away into sleep right there. She was tired. There were thousands of screaming people out there waiting for her, and all she could think about was getting to sleep as soon as possible.

"Maybe this tour is it," she muttered into Eddie's shoulder.

"What?"

She paused, trying to form a thought into words. "After this. I don't know if I can do it again."

They pulled apart and Y/n saw a crease between Eddie's brows. "What makes you say that?"

Before she got a moment to figure out what exactly made her come to that conclusion, she was being pulled forward onto the stage by Warren. The crowd came to a deafening roar as they appeared, and Y/n waved and smiled like she had done a hundred times, taking her place behind the drums.

They all picked up their instruments, and then Billy turned and gave Y/n the nod. The first drum hit of 'Aurora' rang out, and the show began.

EDDIE: The show was great. We all played great, the crowd was great, it was all...[pauses] it was great.

The set was coming to a close. They had played through nearly the entirety of the album, throwing in some older songs of theirs. But the crowd had ceaselessly been chanting for one song in particular, one that had purposely been left off the setlist for the entirety of the tour: Look At Us Now.

Everyone looked around at each other, then at Billy. He glanced back at them as if asking permission. They each gave a nod, and Daisy turned back to the mic. "Who wants to hear Honeycomb?"

The screams of the crowd that followed were enough to answer that question. Billy looked back at all of them again. "You know what to do."

Billy picked up an acoustic guitar from the side of the stage and came back. He tapped his foot a couple times to set the pace, and then he began to play.

The crowd sang every word with them, for them at times. And Y/n selfishly thought she had the best seat in the house. From the back of the stage, she could see it all. The crowd, the band, and everything in between. How could she let this go? This tour couldn't be the end of it all. She decided right then that she wouldn't let it. Not when there were views like this in the world and she was one of the few that got to see it.

And in an instant, it all went haywire.

Daisy and Billy were so caught up in the song for a moment that they both failed to notice as the drums grew more and more muddled until they stopped all together. Drum sticks clattered to the ground, heads snapping in their direction. Thousands of eyes saw as Y/n slumped out of her seat, collapsing on the ground beside the drums.

Instruments were dropped haphazardly as everyone on that stage stopped what they were doing to rush to the drum set. Rod left his spot in the wings to see for himself as Y/n laid stiff on the ground, seizing.

What followed was a rush of colors and light, of ambulances and ceilings, none of which she could really see or understand. But Eddie could. Eddie saw and understood all of it. And that, possibly, was the worst part.

Y/n woke up not long after, feeling as though she had just woken up from restless sleep. She asked quick questions, which were answered in short, quick words by Billy and Camila. Who she really wanted to speak to was Eddie, but he was laser focused on whatever needed to happen next. All he could do was hold her hand and squeeze back.

By the time she was in her hospital bed, she was convinced that she was perfectly fine. The part she was most upset about was ending the concert early―which, she assured them, would not happen again.

"After I get treated for whatever this is, I can come back, right? Rod?"

"Calm down, kid. You just had a seizure. Give yourself some time to be overdramatic before you get back on the road," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Miss L/n, have you ever had a history of epileptic seizures?" the nurse in the room asked. Y/n shook her head, and the nurse gave a nod. "I'll be right back with the doctor."

She left, and Warren suddenly gave a shiver. "Fucking hate hospitals."

Y/n shrugged. "I basically grew up in one."

"Ah, so that's why you're...you."

Several people had to dodge as Y/n hurled a pillow at him. Then, realizing it was the only one she had, she pouted. "Give it back."

"Oh, this pillow? The one you threw at me?" Warren said, being annoying as usual. "No way, sister. This is my property now. Bequeathed to me by your sorry arm muscles."

"I'll beat you up as soon as I get out of this bed."

"Sure you will, honey."

The door to her room opened and the doctor stepped in. He was tall, older, and graying a bit at the ends. "Hi there," he greeted. "I'm Doctor Lawrence."

Y/n waved, and he suddenly seemed to realize how many people were in the room. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid only family are allowed in here," he said.

Y/n immediately grabbed Eddie by the wrist. "He's my husband!" she said. Everyone quieted. "And they're my brothers," she looked at Billy and Graham, "sister-in-laws," she glanced over at Camila and Karen, "he's my cousin," she nodded to Warren, "and he's my weird uncle," she said, looking at Rod. Then she looked back at the doctor. "They're my family."

The doctor didn't believe a word she'd said. But after a moment of silence, he nodded to the group. "You can stay."

Y/n sighed in relief, lacing her fingers with Eddie's. If anything were to happen that night, she'd rather have him by her side.

Doctor Lawrence asked her a couple menial questions, then rambled a bit about what exactly seizures are (which, of course, she already knew) and suggested a CT scan to better understand what was going on. She agreed.

The next few hours were rather boring. Silences were punctuated with pain, as Y/n grew to realize how stiff her neck was. Her arms and legs were sore, but that, she assumed, was from the seizure.

"It's too bright in here," she commented when she was returned to her room. "Can I turn the lights down a little?"

People milled about. Camila had to go to be with Julia and the twins. Graham and Karen got coffee. Warren and Rod sat around her hospital room, competing to see who had the crazier stories (the winner, of course, was Rod). Eddie sat beside Y/n on the hospital bed the entire time, talking to her as she came in and out of consciousness

One of the times her eyes blinked open, she frowned, looking around in confusion. "Where the hell am I?"

Eddie paused. "You're in the hospital, Y/n."

Her eyes widened. "Why?"

"You...you had a seizure."

"Oh," she said. He felt her flex her fingers in his. "My hands feel weird. I can't feel your hand."

Eddie began to panic. She was treating every new horrible thing as though it were a new science fact she had just learned. "Y/n, what―"

Doctor Lawrence returned then, Karen and Graham trailing behind him. Billy returned not soon after. The only one not pale and freaked out was Y/n, who seemed content braiding small strands of her hair.

"The CT scan came back. She has a severe case of encephalitis."

Everyone looked around, most of them either hearing that word for the first time or not knowing what it is. Y/n did. "How? Meningitis?"

"Hard to say. It probably started out as a virus, something that triggered a strong autoimmune response."

"Can I take an antiviral to treat it?"

"Sorry, can someone explain what the fuck you're saying?" Warren finally asked.

Y/n sighed, letting go of her third braid. "My brain is inflamed, and it's swelling. It's pressing on my brain stem and it caused the seizure."

"That sounds...bad?" Graham said.

"Yeah, but it can be treated," Y/n said with a shrug. "I'll need to take antivirals for a bit, right?"

The doctor paused. "Yes, you would for a less severe case."

Her eyes narrowed. "So, what do I do for my case?"

He went silent. Y/n froze. Everyone looked to the doctor, who seemed unsure of how to continue. "I'm sorry."

Y/n understood what he was saying. She felt her sore muscles stiffen up again, this time from panic. "You're saying there's nothing? Do I just have it let it go away on its own, or...?"

"A case this advanced won't go away on its own."

"Well, if it won't go away on its own and we can't treat it, then...then what?" she asked, her voice becoming more panicked. "What do I do? Tell me what to do, I'll do it."

Lawrence just shook his head again. "I'm so sorry. I'll give you all a minute to figure out how you want to proceed."

He left then, and everyone was silent.

"Y/n," Eddie said, his voice quiet and careful, "what does that mean?"

She was staring at the blanket over her legs, eyes blank. "Can someone please get my mom on the phone please?" she asked quietly.

"Y/n, what does it mean?"

"It can't be treated. It's not going to go away on its own, it'll just get worse," she said in a quiet, calculated voice, like she was reading from a textbook. "It'll put more and more pressure on my brain stem. And the brain stem regulates circulation and breathing, so..."

Karen let out a sob, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth. Y/n couldn't bear to look up at the faces around her, because she knew she'd see a reflection of exactly what she was feeling right then: hopelessness.

It meant that she was already gone.

"Someone get my mom on the phone. Please."

The night that followed was awful. Camila returned, having finally found someone to watch Julia and the twins. Y/n had watched as Billy told her the news. She teared up, tears streaming down her face within minutes. But she shoved them away as she walked into the room to give Y/n a hug. She chatted about how Julia missed her. She did a good job of keeping the conversation off of the obvious. Y/n was glad for it.

Eddie ended up beside Y/n on her bed. She curled into his side, floating in and out of consciousness. She seized twice more, once just past one in the morning, once after the sun had just started to come up.

Her mom arrived on a flight from Pittsburgh at two. The first time Y/n cried was when she saw her walk into the room.

The morning brought some sense of comfort. Karen and Billy went out to get coffee and bagels for everyone. They all sat around and talked about something other than music, which they hadn't done as a group in years, maybe in forever.

Y/n glanced up at Eddie at some point during the conversation and noticed that he had a strange look on his face. "What?" she asked, nudging him.

Eddie looked down at her, a million thoughts in his head at once, all of which combined to form one coherent sentence.

EDDIE: I told her right then and there that I wanted to marry her. I didn't care how much time she had left. I wanted to call her my wife.

KAREN: When I looked at Y/n, I could just tell...he didn't have to say it twice.

GRAHAM: It all happened so fast from there. Karen called the minister that had done Camila and Billy's wedding ― once we told him the circumstances, he was pretty quick to agree to officiate. That guy was metal, man. He'd done two last-minute weddings for a rock band within two years. Show me another priest who could brag about that. Not that priests brag, right? Jesus was humble and shit. But you know what I mean.

CAMILA: Eddie left to get a tux. He said he wanted to do his part, even if Y/n was wearing a hospital gown.

EDDIE: I think I said something really cheesy about how, if she could look that good in a hospital bed, then I could at least do my best to look the part of a groom. She loved it.

KAREN: Graham went with him, for "style advice," is how I think he phrased it. Really I think he just went to make sure he had someone there with him. None of us really wanted to leave Eddie alone.

GRAHAM: I think we got the first one that fit. He wore it as we left the place. Eddie wasn't screwing around. He was giddy the whole time. He would go dead silent for a few minutes and then talk my ear off for another few. All in all, I think we were gone for maybe forty-five minutes. An hour, tops. We didn't know...we didn't realize they couldn't call us if something happened.

KAREN: It happened so fast. She was so excited, she was talking so quickly I could barely understand her. But she was beaming at us the whole time. You couldn't help but be happy for her.

BILLY: Twenty minutes after they left, she asked for something. Ice chips, I think. The nurses gave them to her all the time, she was kind of addicted. She asked if we could get her some, and Karen said something stupid like, "I'd get you a private jet if you asked for it." And she laughed and said "Don't tell me that ― I might ask, just to see you sweat."

DAISY: Billy left the room to get her some ice and then...I'm no doctor, I can't tell you exactly what happened.

CAMILA: She started seizing up again, so Karen and I tried to put her on her side, but she started fighting us. Like, smacking us away whenever we tried to touch her. I don't know if it was her or...[Pause] something other than her. That's the kind of thing that keeps me up, you know? She was so happy to get married. So happy. But when she hit us away...it was almost like she knew exactly what she was doing.

KAREN: The doctors came in and shooed us back out into the waiting room. Camila didn't want to let go. Neither did I. They practically had to pull us off of her. Billy found us out there, still holding the ice chips, and Camila just started bawling. She didn't say anything, but I think he could piece together what it was that'd happened.

DAISY: Karen sat down. Billy stayed up with Camila, holding her while the ice in the cup started melting down to water. We couldn't have been out there more than ten minutes when the doctor came out. The look she gave us...we just knew. We knew.

BILLY: Camila was almost screaming. Karen left; we didn't ask where she was going. All of a sudden, it was like...like the first time I ever took a punch. You know, you've heard about getting in a fight and taking a hit so hard it makes your head spin. And then there's the first time it really happens to you, when you take your first punch. And there's this brief moment in between the hit and the pain. You know it's coming, but there's that delay before it gets you. In a second, you get the air knocked out of you, and then...[Shakes head] and then it hits you. It didn't feel like losing a friend, either. I lost a sister.

KAREN: I was just completely blindsided. I walked out, not really knowing where I was going. I felt like I was going to puke, and I didn't want to do that in front of everyone. I think we all forgot, you know, that Graham and Eddie were out...

CAMILA: I remember looking over Billy's shoulder, seeing the car drive back up and Eddie stepped out in the tux. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, talking a mile a minute, and I just...[Chokes up] I couldn't tell him.

BILLY: He walked into the room, and he saw her, and...God, he just...he pulled out this little box from his pocket. He took her hand, opened the box, and put the ring on her finger. He kissed her on the forehead, and then he left.

KAREN: Camila was his first love, yeah. But Y/n? She was the love of his life, man. He had something people would die for, kill for. And the minute he realized it, the minute he realized what he had, the universe snatched it away from him. Life is un-fucking-fair, man. Always has been and always will be.

CAMILA: God, he really loved her. He really did.

When Eddie got the call, he was surprised to hear that she wanted to speak to him directly. Even more so, he was surprised to hear that someone wanted to write a book about the band. He had always been a firm believer in leaving the past in the past, but she was persistent. Plus, he couldn't say no. Not to her.

They met in a park near the coast. They chatted about life, what she was doing, what he was doing, and it was the general consensus that all was good and well.

"So, where should I start?" he asked as she hit record on the camera.

Julia stepped back from the camera. "Just...tell me about Y/n."

He paused, caught off-guard. And then, he smiled. "This might be a while."

EDDIE: It's not all bad anymore. I got time with her. I'll always wish I had more, but the time I got...it was great. It was the best time I've ever had. But I was able to move on, meet someone new. I think about her every day, and I always will, you know? A person like Y/n...that doesn't leave you. And Jesus Christ am I grateful for that. Julia...I'm really glad you're doing this. Your Aunt Y/n would've loved it.

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