#karen sirko one shot

[bloodynereid]

hey, i loved the fic u wrote for the request i sent, it was absolutely brilliant

i was hoping you could write another where the band finds that karen is dating a female reader and maybe what their reactions would be like?

lol that would be awesome 🫶😋

Radiance

pairing: karen sirko x fem! gf reader

a/n: hii! i absolutely love ur requests. I hope you enjoy this even if it isn't as long as the last fic u requested. karen sirko is the loml and she deserves more fics!!

tw: period typical homophobia mentions (fuck that but it needed to be added cause of ✨plot✨), swearing, kissing, billy being an asshole (as per usual lmao), drinking

description: the band reacts to finding out you're karen's girlfriend and it goes better than expected.

she's so pretty ahhhh... okay moving onto the main story now.

You were standing next to the bar as you listened to your girlfriend’s band with a smile on your face as you took a sip of water. You were here as a surprise since she had been recording for the past week and you had barely seen each other. You were mesmerized by how stunning she looked on that stage. So immersed with music that it seemed like it was her lifeblood.

After a few more of the band's songs, they retired off stage. And you carefully moved through the crowd towards the backstage doors, where already a large amount of groupies were huddled around.

“Hey Mark!

“Y/N I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

“Just came to see an old friend.”

“Karen is going to be very happy to see you.” He sent you a little wink and a smile as he let you through the doors. The security guard had become a friend of yours after Karen introduced you to him after a show. He may look like a giant but he was truly a teddy bear and… a huge supporter of your relationship with Karen.

“Uh hi?” The frontman of the band, Billy greeted you as you walked through the doors. “Can I help you with something?”

“I was actually just-”

“Y/N!! Oh my god hi!” The familiar British voice echoed through the room making you turn towards your girlfriend as she enveloped you in a hug. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a planning session tonight.”

“They canceled last minute and I wanted to see you.” You let her out of the hug as she slung an arm around you.

“Aww aren’t you a big softie?”

“Well you have been pestering me to come to one of your shows.”

“That I have. Oh right, Y/N meet Billy. Billy meet Y/N, my best friend.” You offered your hand and widened your smile slightly, even as your heart clenched at the mention of ‘best friend’ but it was always better to be safe than sorry. 

“Nice to meet you.” He shook your hand and took a drag of his cigarette before walking off with a grunt.

“Wow he really is as much of an asshole as you said he was.”

“Don’t mind him. Are you ready to go?”

“You aren’t going to stay with the band for a little longer?”

“No, that's okay. How about we go to your house?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You both exited through the back doors and made your way to your red Camaro. Ready to finally spend some time alone with the woman you love.

“Hey where did Karen go off to?” Graham asked as he walked into the back room, only to find the rest of the band (minus Karen) drinking, smoking or writing.

“I don’t know man, she disappeared like 20 minutes ago with this really pretty girl.” Warren said as he took another drag from his cigarette.

“Right. She’s been doing this a lot lately, hasn’t she?”

“Huh?” Warren asked.

“Disappearing off to god knows where.”

“Maybe she got a boyfriend.”

Graham: At the time we had no idea Karen was into girls but there were obvious signs that we were just too stupid to miss.

Camila: Oh I knew of course, I mean I introduced Y/N and Karen in the first place.

Graham: I don’t think we found out until the night of Camila and Billy’s housewarming party.

“Are you sure she wants me to be here?”

“Yes, now shush and help me fix this bloody jacket.” You let out a chuckle as you repositioned the parcels on your arm and carefully lifted Karen’s hair before fixing the jacket.

“Are we the only ones here?”

“Karen! Y/N, you came!”

“That I did.”

“Actually you arriving early is perfect for me. Can you help put some tablecloths outside? You should add some rocks on them so they don’t fly off.”

“No problem, you coming?”

“Be there in a second, love.” Karen smiled and gave a quick peck on the lips before disappearing into the backyard.

“So you two seem to be doing well.” Camila said as she wiggled her eyebrows mischievously.

“Yeah we are. Oh right, I wanted to give you these.” You handed Camila the carefully packaged gifts. She tore through the tissue paper after undoing the ribbon and audibly gasped.

“You didn’t.”

“Well I know you were looking for a perfume and since everything is so expensive these days I called in a favor from a friend.”

“But this is like gold.”

“Yeah well I owe you.”

“Aww Y/N.” She enveloped you in a hug that you quickly reciprocated as Billy walked into the room.

“Hey I can’t find- oh hi.”

“Hi, good to see you again.”

“Yeah sorry about being a bit of an asshole last time.”

“You’re good. I understand how tiring that must have all been.”

“Yeah umm Cami do you know where I can find those streamers?”

“They should be in the kitchen cupboard.”

“Great thank you darling.”

“I can’t believe you got me a Dior perfume!”

“Wait there’s more. I ended up making a few extras of the children’s clothes from my client so I thought I could bring some for Julia. If they don’t fit her I’m sure-” That was before you were engulfed by yet another Camila hug.

“Thank you. God I’m so happy Karen found you.”

“I think that credit all goes to you.”

A few hours later the party was in full swing and you were sitting next to Karen sipping on a beer as you chatted with Warren about some of your favorite designers. The man had great taste in clothes. Sometime during that conversation Karen had slipped an arm around your waist making you lean your head on her shoulder.

Warren: Y/N and Karen? Yeah I don’t remember that party vividly. I don’t know… I think I kind of knew they were together by the way they acted and hey, I wasn’t one to judge. Plus Y/N was great to talk to, we became pretty good friends.

Throughout the course of the night, you both drank very little. So when time came to sit at the piano and sing you were more than happy to observe your incredibly talented girlfriend. You had come to stand next to Cami as she cradled Julia in her arms, trying to get her back to sleep.

“May I hold her for a moment?” She nodded and as the band continued singing you caught Karen’s twinkling eyes as you carefully cradled the little girl in your arms. She sent you a soft smile and scrunched up her nose slightly, which was your little non-verbal signal that meant ‘I love you’. You scrunched your nose back and sent her an air kiss.

As the rest of the guests trickled out you found yourself on the couch with the rest of the band trading stories and anecdotes. You cuddled up next to Karen and Eddie as you animatedly told the story of how you met Karen through Camila, with Karen chiming in at random parts.

“So yeah we kind of kept meeting up a few times after that and suddenly one of those times she kiss- oh fuck.” Even the small amount of alcohol that you had consumed had loosened your tongue to the point where you had just spilled the biggest secret of them all.

“You know we don’t care right? I mean I thought you guys were together ever since I saw you two.” Eddie said from beside you as you readjusted your position.

“Yeah look I have a few friends who also like women. People who care about that shit are idiots and assholes.”

“Here here.” Graham said as he clinked his glass with Daisy, whilst Camila and Billy both just sent you reassuring smiles.

“Plus you both are really hot.”

“Warren!” Everyone exclaimed and Karen sent a pillow to his head.

After a few more minutes of chatting, you and Karen decided to make your way to your car. You opened up the driver's seat and clutched the wheel in anxiousness.

“You’re not mad?” You asked as Karen got in and looked at you quizzically.

“How could I be mad? I have a wonderful girlfriend and now I know how good it feels to say that in the open. I could never be mad at you. I think I love you too much for that, darling.” She swiped away the tears that were starting to form on the corners of your eyes and gave you a reassuring smile.

“I love you so so much.” You answered before gently taking her face in your hands and softly pressing your lips together as the stars twinkled above you and the streetlight shined on your faces.

i really have to write more for Karen this was fun. as always requests are open and if anyone wants to chat feel free to send me a message or an ask ly <3

[swiftgreatest]

Daisy Jones and The Six | Masterlist

Daisy Jones

Headcanons of Dating Daisy Jones

Imagine being in a relationship with Daisy Jones

Come Back...Be Here (request)

After so many years you and Daisy are still the same and feeling all those familiar feelings.

Warren Rojas/Rhodes

Headcanons of Dating Warren Rojas (request)

Imagine being in a relationship with Warren Rojas

Kill You to Try (request)

You're a director with a big reputation chosen to direct a Daisy Jones and The Six new music video. And you attract the attention of a certain drummer.

Friends (request)

Warren is tired of being just your friend.

More Than This (request)

Your boyfriend (now ex) makes you feel guilty but Warren makes you feel you deserve more than this.

Crazy For You (request)

You are a successful 70s model you and Warren have a "friendship". He wants more than that and you don't want to get hurt.

Jealousy (request)

Warren feels jealous of you for the first time and he don't like this.

Still Loving You (request)

Something happens and you feel insecure, so Warren calms you down about it.

Eddie Roundtree/Loving

August

You lost the one you love, but Eddie never was your to lose.

That Guy (request)

Eddie confronts you after you bring your new boyfriend and you realize you can't forget him.

Everything Has Changed (request)

You and Eddie were childhood friends, and after you meet again it awakens old feelings in you and the bassist.

Daylight (request)

After being trapped for so long in a dark night for 20 years. Now with Eddie, you see the daylight.

Graham Dunne

Your Song (request)

While creating a new song Graham wakes you up and shows you "Your Song".

Family (request)

You and Graham begin a new and important moment in your lives.

Karen Sirko

Headcanons of Dating Karen Sirko (request)

Imagine being in a relationship with Karen Sirko

[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

-Ads

[luvfae]

BLIND DATE

summary: no 33, first date. from my scenario prompt list.

fandom: daisy jones & the six

parings: eddie roundtree x f reader, karen sirko x friend reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering

a/n: rising from the dead because there’s a serious daisy jones & the six smut shortage. i’m here to solve all your problems, send in requests you can see which characters i write for here

“He’s a nice guy, Y/N,” your friend, Karen Sirko, said to you, a smile on her face. “I promise.”

You gave Karen a blank look. “Last time you said that to me the man ended up crying mid date because I was wearing the same perfume as his ex,” you said, arms crossing over your chest.

Karen laughed. “But this time I mean it,” Karen said. “He’s in my band, Y/N. Just trust me.”

“Whatever,” you sighed, opening the car door and stepping out. You were wearing your favourite outfit, your hair done nicely, thanks to Karen. “If this goes bad you owe me a drink.”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Have fun!” She yelled before driving off, leaving you no choice but to go inside this restaurant and find your date.

Karen hadn’t told you much, all you know is he’s got blond hair, he’s the bass player in the band Karen’s apart of, his name is Eddie and apparently, he’s a really good guy.

You looked around, there was people everywhere. Most people were in groups of two’s, three’s or even more. There was an exception of two people who were sat alone, one was a red haired boy who was half way through his meal and the other a blond boy, tapping his foot as he waited.

Obviously it wasn’t the red haired boy. You took a deep breath and walked over to the blond boy, praying to God this was Eddie and not some random guy.

“Eddie?” You asked, grabbing his attention, his eyes shot up to meet yours and you swear you died and went to heaven.

“You must be Y/N,” Eddie said, standing up, his chair scraping against the floorboards as he moved to give you a hug. “Karen has told me so much about you. She didn’t mention how beautiful you are though.”

You smiled bashfully, rolling your eyes as you took your seat across from him. “Thank you,” you said.

A few drinks and a meal later, you and Eddie were laughing with one another and getting to know each other. You had told him how you and Karen met and he had told you how he had joined the band. You and Eddie had really hit it off and for once Karen’s blind dating idea was actually working out.

Eddie paid the bill and shortly after you both stood up. “I had a lot of fun,” you smiled at him. Eddie took your hand as you walked out of the restaurant and onto the chilly night air of Los Angeles. “We should do this again sometime soon.”

“Who said the date was over?” Eddie asked with a chuckle. By now you were both drunk, and normally when you got drunk you liked to end the night in your own bed at home, but you just couldn’t leave Eddie’s side. You didn’t want too leave his side. “Wanna come back to my place? Have a few drinks and watch a movie?” He asked.

You smiled, “sure.”

Eddie waved down a cab and soon enough the pair of you were back at his house, which coincidentally was also where Karen lived. You had only been there once, briefly, when Karen was the only one home. You and Eddie were sat on his bed, watching a movie, except the movie had long been forgotten about because his lips were on yours and somehow you had ended up in his lap.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, undoing all of them and pushing it off of his shoulders. Your clothes came next, Eddie undressing every article of clothing on your body in less than a minute, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. He kicked his jeans off and you pushed him back, flat against the mattress.

“Is this what you were expecting to come out of tonight?” Eddie asked, breathless as your lips trailed along his jawline and neck.

“I thought i’d end up going home tonight and never contacting you again,” you replied, pressing your lips against his once more.

You felt his fingers slip under the hem of your panties. You gasped as his fingertips brushed against your clit, slowly making his way towards your entrance.

“Is that good?” He asked, pushing two digits inside of you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Yes,” you managed to whimper out as his fingers grazed the deepest parts of you. Pressure was building and you could feel your orgasm already approaching, but you weren’t ready yet, you wanted more.

You pushed his boxers down, his dick popping free from the fabric. You slipped away from his fingers and looked him in the eye as you aligned yourself with him. Eddie’s hands landed on your hips, guiding you down onto him.

His fingers clamped around the skin of your hips, Eddie’s fingers turning white from the grip he had on you. “Fuck,” you whispered, legs shaking as he filled you thick.

You moved your hips back and forth over and over again, gaining momentum with each move. Eddie was starstruck, too busy listening to the pretty sounds coming out of your mouth to even make a noise.

You switched from back and forth movements to bouncing up and down, skin slapping against skin until your calves started to burn and your vision started to blur. Eddie shoved his hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet.

“You’re being so loud, sweetheart,” He whispered. “You’re gonna wake the whole house up.”

You looked down at him, crying into the palm of his hand as your orgasm washed over you, growing so tired and weak that you collapsed onto his chest, whimpering into Eddie’s ear.

“Aw, are you all fucked out, huh?” He teased, you nodded your head, eyes fluttering shut. “Well I haven’t came yet so…” Eddie’s hips snapped up into yours, making you yelp. “You’re gonna have to keep it up for a little while longer.”

Eddie fucked himself into you, hitting angles that he wasn’t before. You kept your lips on his neck, sucking bruises into his skin to keep the sinful noises that desperately wanted to escape your lips in.

“Good girl,” he whispered, hands tangling through your hair.

You moved your mouth towards his ear. “Thank you,” you whispered, tears brimming your eyes. You were so sensitive but so needy at the same time. You didn’t want it to stop but you needed it to before it became overwhelming.

You pressed your lips against his, shoving your tongue inside of his mouth, moving your hips in time with his and it didn’t take long for Eddie’s movements to falter and his hips to start stuttering and you felt him finish inside of you.

There was not much talking after that, in fact you didn’t even get dressed, didn’t even move. The pair of you woke up the next morning fully naked, on top of each other, stone cold sober.

After the initial shock, you got up, changed back into your clothes from last night. “I really have to go,” you said with a smile as Eddie tried to convince you to stay.

“Well come back later,” Eddie begged. “Please?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you said before shoving your feet into your shoes. “I’ll come back later on tonight.”

Eddie smiled, triumphantly and you blew him a kiss as you walked out his bedroom door, hoping to sneak out of the house before anyone woke up. But right as you rounded the corner into the kitchen you came face to face with Karen.

Karen’s eyes widened upon seeing you, makeup smudged around your face, your hair ruined. She nearly choked on her coffee.

“I’m assuming it went well?” Karen asked with a smirk.

“Yeah…” You cleared your throat, your skin heating up. “It went great.”

“I told you so,” Karen laughed.

“Now leave me alone, i’m doing my walk of shame,” you said, pushing the front door open. “But i’ll be back tonight!” You yelled, waving goodbye to her.

Karen laughed, shaking her head.

[reasonsmandy]

Do you still have any doubt?

Karen Sirko x Reader

✧.* requested by anon — omg could you possibly do karen or graham (or even both of them if you want) who secretly with eddies little sister and maybe have them get caught or something ?? thqt would be amazing

✧.* summary — There was something that drew you to her from the first day you met, and even when she joined the band, you couldn't contain your feelings for each other.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🎹 — Karen Sirko's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you like it as much as I do.

Falling in love is something curious, something that requires thunderous courage but at the same time the lightness of innocence, something that blinds you to certain circumstances but pushes you towards the immediate emotion of the moment, something not chosen with care but left to fall by the wayside of fate and this is where you found yourself, hopelessly in love with her.

It was a risky step, a shot in the dark, but you loved being the person blindfolded by love as long as it meant being closer to her. Karen had been your biggest temptation since the first contact, the way her presence was alluring, her eyes leaving you speechless with each longer glance, you couldn't deny that your heart was beating searching for her pulse.

With her it was no different, since the first time you saw each other there was something in her that needed you, as if your touch was the oxygen that her lungs needed. It was a need, something urgent, you were looking for each other at every step and you couldn't hide or deny what was beating in you.

Just like your older brother, you carried the Roundtree surname, you grew up together in that simple house in Pittsburgh, always occasionally visiting your grandmother's house who lived next door to Warren. Your afternoons were filled with laughter and adrenaline, typical of a childish scenario, playing with your best friends until the sun went down. Later when puberty hit your brother and like a domino effect on his friends too, the idea of starting a band came to the fore and you were the first one to give them full support.

You knew they had potential, maybe it was the ignorance of growing up in a small town where nothing was too different from the ordinary, but there was something in the dynamics and energy they exuded that made your instincts scream that this was where you would grow up. You didn't have the musical talent to bring the band together or add anything useful in terms of music, but there was something you were very good at: mediation.

You had a great talent for conversation and arrangements, and this soon proved useful in getting gigs for the band. You and Camila got together to make posters, make calls, you even gave some recordings of rehearsals to be able to more easily convince the contractor to call them. Gradually you grew up, and when you had already conquered a certain level it was when you were called to open a big show, You didn't remember anything about that job until the moment your eyes met hers.

You had been very late, you had no excuse other than the delayed sleep that had been haunting you since last week, you had sworn it was going to be just a one hour nap but when you woke up there were only a few minutes left for 'The Dunne Brother' to take the stage. You don't even remember the process until you're ready to get there, you just remember walking into the smoke-adorned room and quickly scanning your eyes for Rod, the noise of Rojas drumsticks hitting each other was already a trigger for your body to move, they were about to start.

The distinctive shoulders bump against your body as the crowd gets excited to the music, you finally spot Rod at one of the tables closest to the stage with a privileged view, you heave a sigh of relief and make your way over to the older man. Your body slows down when you approach, as if everything is calmer now that you got there, you sit in the chair to his left.

"You're late, little Roundtree." He says offering you a cigarette, you roll your eyes at the way he calls out to you, accepting the object capturing it in your fingers.

"I'm here aren't I?" You shrug, taking a trag. "Sorry for the delay, I don't know what came over me." You smooth your hair, wondering if it's messed up.

"Now they've started, it's all right." He exhales, relaxing his body into the chair. "We can talk at the end of the show."

You just nod, letting Billy's voice take you to oblivion as you watch them give all of themselves on the stage. You are snapped out of your trance as another person joins you, you shift your gaze to find Karen Sirko on the other side of Rod, you feel your throat close when she looks back at you, it was like it was just the two of you there all of a sudden.

She smiles small at you still remaining silent as your gazes communicate for you, she then takes her gaze to Rod waiting for him to introduce you. You dispense with introductions, extending your hand across the table for her to take in a grip, her smile widens upon your choice of actions. It could be just your impression, but she seemed to examine your hand with her sense of touch as you shook hands.

"I'm Karen." She screams in order to be heard over the loud music in the room. Her voice, though quiet among the other noises, sent shivers through your body like an icy kiss.

"Y/N" You can't contain the smile that invades your face, and something inside you told you that she felt the need that grew in you every second that passed.

You didn't know at what exact moment you had left the table for a more private place, you just had in mind as a replay the looks you exchanged throughout the show. Nothing else mattered in that place, you even felt ashamed to admit to your brother that you hadn't paid any attention to their performance that night, but what could you do? It was impossible to focus on anything else when she was so close, when you exchanged looks that contained so much even without exchanging a single word.

You understand your surroundings again when she gets up and nods her head to the side, leaving an invitation in the air for you to follow her, you hope to heaven you didn't get it wrong when you get up and follow her through the crowd. The people dancing were already annoying you at this point, their constant movement made it impossible for you to fully see her blonde hair and where she was going to take you, making an effort not to lose sight of her, you stop in front of the access to the backstage, looking around you, checking that she hadn't gone in another direction.

You sigh and turn the doorknob, if you got into trouble just you'd say you were looking for your brother like you usually do. When the door is ajar, you feel a hand rushing you in, you startle before realizing that they were the same hands that minutes ago you were shaking.

"Are you following me, little bird?" She asks, your accent was now more audible, and you loved the way it reverberated in your eardrums.

Your body leans against the door, now closed, you cross your arms over your chest staring at her with a small smile on your face. Hoping such an attitude would have some impact on her. "Only if you want me to be."

She runs her tongue over her lips, watching you curiously, as if your answer pleased her. She slowly approaches you "So you don't mind if I get closer, right?"

Your body seems to weaken as she walks towards you, your legs threaten to give out but you keep clinging to the door trying to keep it together. It was as if all the composure you thought you had slipped out of you with just her presence.

She was already dangerously close to you, you could feel her breath against your face, never taking your eyes off hers. You take one of your hands to her waist, caressing her skin over her shirt making her shiver with the contact.

"I don't think I mind one bit." You whisper with a shrug, the tension between the two of you growing by the second.

As the tension between you and the blonde woman intensifies, the air crackles with anticipation. Time seems to slow down, as if the entire world fades away, leaving only the two of you in that moment.

Her eyes lock onto yours, filled with desire and a hint of mischief. You can feel her warm breath mingling with yours, creating an intoxicating sensation that sends shivers down your spine. The soft scent of her perfume fills your senses, enveloping you in a cloud of seduction.

With a gentle touch, your hand travels from her waist to the nape of her neck, tangling in her hair. The strands feel like silk, sliding through your fingers as you pull her closer. Your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of the unspoken desire that hangs heavy in the air.

Time finally gives in to the magnetic pull between you, and your lips meet in a passionate collision. It starts as a tender exploration, a gentle caress that ignites a flame deep within. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, as if the connection between you is a long-awaited release.

Her lips are soft and inviting, fitting perfectly against yours. They taste of desire and forbidden longing, leaving you hungry for more. Your mouths move together in a dance of longing and surrender, exploring each other's depths with an insatiable hunger.

The world outside ceases to exist as your senses become consumed by the intensity of the moment. Every touch, every brush of your lips, sends electric shocks of pleasure through your bodies. The chemistry between you is undeniable, a magnetic force drawing you closer with every passing second.

Time becomes irrelevant as you lose yourself in the embrace, caught in a whirlwind of passion and desire. It's a moment of pure surrender, where the boundaries between you blur and only the intoxicating connection remains.

Finally, with a lingering sigh, you break the kiss, your lips parting but remaining just inches away. Your breaths are ragged, and your eyes meet once again, now filled with a mixture of desire and newfound understanding.

In that stolen moment, as your lips still tingle with the memory of the kiss, you both realize that a single kiss has the power to change everything. She looks at you for seconds that seem molded into eternity, you smile a little and she pulls away a little.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, bird." You didn't understand why the nickname, but it sounded amazing coming out of her lips.

And as she appeared at the table earlier, she opens the door behind you and leaves, fast as your breath after the intensity you just experienced. It takes you a few seconds to understand what just happened, it was like receiving a kiss from heaven and being taken away in moments, there was no way you could let this moment slip away. You have already surrendered.

Later that night Rod had given his suggestions and feedback on the show, suggesting some additions and edits they could make to improve, among them all was the biggest challenge moving to Los Angeles to start growing as a band. It was another risky step you guys had to take, but it was necessary, so after a serious conversation with everyone involved in the band you decided to follow your dreams.

You had warned them that it was going to be a big change, after all it was leaving your parents' house to live alone in an unknown city, it was a big jump in search of what you've always dreamed of, a shot of faith in the potential that you knew you had. It was a complicated change for you, who had a great connection with your home and the people there, but the certainty you always had in them was your motivation to continue.

You knew Karen was a keyboard player, Warren had mentioned about her band and how they rocked their set before they played and it didn't take you long to match the description to her. Then your head started to mull over ideas and ways to see her again, if she was an artist it was very likely that Rod knew her and that's where you went to look for her.

The journey to Los Angeles was a chaotic one, filled with the unique brand of camaraderie that only your band could conjure. Despite the occasional clashes and bickering, you made the most of those extra hours spent together, brainstorming and implementing your plan to add a keyboardist to the band. The rest of the group embraced your ideas, and with Camila's unwavering support, they wholeheartedly agreed to the proposition, unencumbered by any reservations. Taking charge of the situation, you made a promise to find the perfect person to complement the band's dynamic.

The journey to Los Angeles was an adventure in itself, a whirlwind of emotions and experiences that would forever be etched in your memories. The open road stretched out before you, inviting your band to venture into the unknown.

The first leg of the trip was filled with a mix of anticipation and restlessness. The van hummed with energy as you left familiar territory behind, embarking on a path that would redefine your lives. The landscape changed gradually, transitioning from familiar sights to new vistas. Rolling hills and quaint towns gave way to vast expanses of desert, the sun beating down on you as the temperature rose.

But the journey wasn't without its challenges. Along the way, you encountered unexpected detours and road closures that tested your patience. Yet, as a team, you faced each obstacle head-on, finding alternate routes and solutions together. It was in those moments of resilience and adaptability that you realized the depth of your commitment to one another and the shared dream that propelled you forward.

The landscape transformed once again as you approached the outskirts of Los Angeles. The skyline emerged on the horizon, a sprawling metropolis that seemed to pulse with energy. Tall palm trees lined the streets, swaying in the warm breeze, as if welcoming you to a city of endless possibilities.

You had lost the dispute over the rooms and ended up with the one Warren said was haunted, he would rather sleep on the couch than stay there more than twenty minutes. The early nights had been filled with uncertainty and questioning, the uncertain future flooding your thoughts as the days passed.

…

Karen's enthusiastic acceptance to join the band brought an exhilarating energy to the group, and deep down, you knew it was an opportunity she had been yearning for. It wasn't just about breaking away from small bands and stepping into something bigger—it was also a chance for her to be closer to you, something that had been on both your minds since the first meeting.

From the moment Karen took on the role of keyboardist, your relationship took on an extra layer of secrecy and thrill. It became a clandestine affair, a dance of stolen moments and hidden glances. You both reveled in the excitement of the forbidden, cherishing the taste of secrecy and the adrenaline that coursed through your veins each time you found solace in a hidden corner of the house or the record company.

Dating on the sly became your shared adventure, a way to explore the depths of your connection without the prying eyes of others. Fear of the band's reaction, particularly your brother, created a sense of urgency and an added layer of secrecy. You both understood the potential complications and the consequences that could arise if your relationship were discovered.

The clandestine rendezvous took various forms, each chosen meticulously to avoid arousing suspicion. Sometimes, you would slip into Karen's room late at night, savoring the intimacy of stolen kisses and whispered promises. The hushed tones and careful footsteps added a touch of thrill to the encounters, heightening the allure of your hidden love.

During the day, Karen reveled in the game of secrecy, finding ways to sneak you into secluded corners of the house or the record company. Whether it was a quiet storage room or a hidden rooftop terrace, these hidden nooks became the backdrop for stolen glances and stolen moments. The anticipation of being discovered only fueled the fire that burned between you, intensifying the longing and desire that crackled beneath the surface.

Your relationship thrived on the delicate balance of secrecy and intimacy. The knowledge that your love existed in the shadows created an electric tension, like a tightly coiled spring ready to burst. The rest of the band remained blissfully unaware, oblivious to the connection that wove between you and Karen.

However, the fear of Eddie's reaction added an extra layer of complexity to your hidden romance. His protective nature and role as your brother made it necessary to tread carefully, always aware of the potential consequences. The possibility of his disapproval loomed over you, but it only added to the allure and the urgency of your stolen moments.

In the midst of this secrecy, your bond with Karen grew stronger. Each clandestine encounter deepened your connection, fanning the flames of passion and love. The forbidden nature of your relationship became a powerful catalyst, amplifying the intensity of your emotions and the longing that burned between you.

As you navigated this hidden path, you both knew that the risk was worth it. The stolen kisses, the stolen glances, and the stolen moments created a tapestry of memories that belonged solely to the two of you. Together, you reveled in the sweetness of this clandestine love, cherishing each other in the shadows while dreaming of a future where your love could step into the light.

It had been months on this journey, and despite wanting so much to show the world that you belonged to each other, there was a part of you that still feared what others might think. And that's what you were thinking as you felt her ruffle your hair, her eyes closed but her anxiety exuding on your features.

As the weight of your fears and uncertainties settles in your mind, Karen's soothing presence offers solace and comfort. You feel her fingers gently tracing circles on your back, her touch like a balm for your troubled thoughts. Nestled in her lap, you find solace in the safety of her embrace.

She senses your restlessness, her own eyes closed, a calmness radiating from her as she holds you close. With a gentle tenderness, she brushes a soft kiss upon your forehead, a gentle affirmation of her love and understanding.

In the quietude of the moment, her voice whispers like a gentle breeze, reaching the depths of your soul. "Hey, little bird, what's on your mind?" Her words caress your ears, laden with the weight of her concern and affection.

You exhale a sigh, your breath mingling with hers, as you search for the right words to convey the nagging worry that has taken residence within you. "Do you think he would be upset? You know... If he found out about us," you confess, the vulnerability coloring your voice.

She gazes into your eyes, her own brimming with an amalgamation of emotions. It's as if a storm of thoughts and uncertainties swirls beneath the surface, mirroring the turmoil in your own heart. "I don't know how to assure you of that, honey," she replies softly, her voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Seeking solace, you bury your face in the curve of her neck, finding refuge in the embrace that encircles you. She welcomes your gesture with open arms, her fingers tenderly stroking your back as she peppers kisses on your shoulder. The warmth of her touch and the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat intertwine, offering reassurance in the face of your doubts.

"I can only assure you that I will be with you every step of the way." She whispers between kisses on your shoulder.

With a tender urgency, you cup her face in your hands, pressing your foreheads together. In this intimate moment, time seems to stand still as your gazes lock, an unspoken understanding passing between you. You seal the connection with a tender kiss, a testament to the depth of your love and surrender.

As the weight of the world begins to dissipate, replaced by a quiet acceptance, Karen's arms become a haven. She cradles you against her chest, creating a cocoon of tranquility where you find solace and peace. The rhythm of her breathing becomes a lullaby, lulling you into a state of serenity.

With every inhale and exhale, you feel the tension slowly melt away, replaced by a sense of belonging and love. As sleep begins to claim you, you find solace in the knowledge that she will be there by your side, every step of the way. With a tender smile, she continues to hold you, allowing the weariness of the day to dissolve as you drift into a peaceful slumber.

In the hush of the night, you find comfort in her arms, a sanctuary where your dreams and reality intertwine. Tomorrow awaits, with its challenges and triumphs, but for now, in the haven of her embrace, you surrender to the rest that your weary soul craves.

…

As the morning light filters through the windows, casting a soft glow on the room, you and Karen lie intertwined, still caught in the serenity of sleep. Unbeknownst to you, the world outside is about to collide with your secret love affair.

The door creaks open, and in strides your brother, Eddie, his eyes widening with shock as he takes in the scene before him. Warren trails behind him, sensing the tension in the air.

Eddie's voice catches in his throat as he struggles to find words, his eyes darting back and forth between you and Karen. His shock quickly turns to a mix of confusion and disbelief. "What... What is this? What the hell happened?"

"I think they slept together." Warren whispers to Roundtree, making him roll his eyes. "Now keep your voice down and let's go so we don't wake them up."

"I'm not leaving!" He says entering the room and shaking you until you wake up. "Y/N wake up and explain to me what's going on here."

You sit up, the blanket slipping from your shoulders as you try to compose yourself. Karen stirs beside you, her eyes fluttering open, mirroring your own surprise.

"They are together, I'm assuming." Rojas affirms again, pointing to the two of you.

"Warren shut up!" His older brother turns angrily to the curly guy, who raises his hands in surrender. "Y/N, what's going on?"

"We have been having something since the first day we met." Karen explains, stepping forward noting that you were still shocked.

"Since day one?" He repeats her sentence questioningly, looking at you for confirmation. You nod, not meeting his eyes. "And you didn't tell me anything? Why?"

You get up embarrassed, not because of the whole situation but because you knew he was upset about not being your safe haven to talk about things. You hug him, he wraps you in his arms with care, you let your tears fall as you feel afraid of upsetting him.

"It's okay little one, I just need to get used to all this..." He says placing a kiss on the top of your head, you soothe with his acceptance.

"So you guys are...dating?" Warren finally speaks after analyzing the whole situation.

Karen was now sitting on the bed watching you with a smile on her face, looking forward to your answer. You walk to the bed again hugging her for a long time, then you turn to Rojas with another smile on your face.

"If she wants to, absolutely." You say, looking at her afterwards

She looks at you and rolls her eyes playfully, cupping your face and kissing you tenderly. "Do you still have any doubt?"

Warren leaves the room bouncing with excitement, stopping in the hallway of the house where everyone could hear him. "Y/N and Karen are dating!!!" He screams at the top of his lungs.

"How am I going to take the time to process this with this golden retriever in the house?" Eddie says through a sigh.

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✉️ ➡ @soulwaned (karen sirko), god, love's fucking embarrassing.

i'd lost count of how many tequila shots i'd downed in the last half hour, but who fucking cares, right? i knew going into this tour it would be insufferable without a little help and some good ol' fun. specially if my husband's image wasn't the one that instantly came up at karen's mention of love. HOW VERY TRAGIC OF YOU, MARGARET. ❝ yeah, no kiddin'. it's the saddest, most addictive roundabout in the world: it shakes you up and down and never fails to make you want to puke your fucking guts out, but by the time it stops, you just hop back on, begging for more, hoping it might be different this time. but it never is, and you've only got yourself to blame for falling over and over again until you break. ❞ fuck, that was depressing. another shot of tequila took the highway into my fastly-deteriorating liver, the need to crack a joke or deflect burning through my veins, ❝ but i never pegged you for a roundabout girl, karen, so who's the lucky cowboy? ❞

[bloodynereid]

maybe like one with karen and reader where its like the one you did for warren but like how karen and readers relationship was while living with the six. ohhh or like you could do the beach scene with karen and maybe its just karen and reader or like they also tag along with graham and the blondie. lmao im dying for more karen fics

Echoes of Pain & Love

pairings: karen sirko x fem! reader & karen sirko x graham dunne (for plot purposes)

a/n: hiii anon! hopefully this is up to standards cause i really enjoyed writing this fic - even if it is really sad (i'm sorry about that btw). i didn't add the second part of the request cause i didn't feel like it fit in naturally with the story if that makes sense. i love writing for karen (we are in desperate need of more karen fics) so i hope you enjoy this. used a different perspective with billy on this one cause i thought it would be interesting to look into that avenue of family ties. also i promise my next karen fic will be fluffy instead of the whirlwind that this is.

tw: drug addiction, mentions of cigarettes, swearing, religious trauma (slightly mentioned), abortion, pregnancy, period typical homophobia mentions, mafia mentions (? honestly it's like a comedy point so not really a tw), angst angst angst, kissing, drinking, rehab mentions, mental health problems kind of mentioned, overdose

description: the rise of the biggest band in the world and the cloud of pain and love that surrounds a particular member and the love of her life.

Y/N Dunne: Hi? Is this on? Okay yeah great. We ready to start?

You were born in a small town called Hazelwood, Pittsburgh. Around 2 minutes before your twin, Billy. From that moment on you two were inseparable so when he wanted to learn guitar, you also learned guitar. When you took up your strange art hobby, he also started bringing a sketchbook everywhere along with him. So when your little brother Graham convinced him to join his little band, Billy also dragged you along with him.

You took the band almost as seriously as Billy, even if you still had some aspirations for going to university (which you never told Billy). Over the years until little Graham graduated high school you guys didn’t practice as much as you practiced the year after graduation. After each session your fingers were stinging and calluses upon calluses started to form.

You guys were playing gigs upon gigs and it was going incredibly well. Until you had to play a wedding, a wedding where your father was in attendance.

“Billy, Y/N what the hell? Are you guys okay?” You had rushed after Billy when you noticed that the creep dancing with the girl ages younger than him was your father. Currently you were holding your twin in your arms as unbridled rage filled your very being. You could feel that same rage radiating off Billy.

“You noticed the creep with the combover?”

“Yeah…”

“He’s our dad.” You responded, that made Billy unwarp himself from your arms and go thundering back into the wedding. You quickly followed him in and stood by his side as he confronted your father before smashing his guitar and storming off.

“Do you remember me?” You asked your absentee father after Graham punched him and walked off.

“Of course, girl. You have grown into quite a beaut huh?” A grossed out look overtook your face before you kneed that stupid little man right in the balls. As he kneeled over in pain you took the opportunity to spit on him and walk off in the direction of your brothers.

Warren: Y/N was and still is a badass. Never and I mean never underestimate that woman.

After that incident, life calmed down a bit. Practice continued and Camila appeared in your life after somehow Billy miraculously whisked her off her feet at a laundromat. You were happy to have another girl around and you would constantly tease Billy about how in love he was with her.

“You are such a softie!”

“I am not!” Billy had just gotten back from the dinner with Camila’s parents and he had found you watching tv and painting your nails in the living room with Graham napping on the other side of the couch.

“You know when you find someone I’ll be reminding you of these moments.”

“Shut up!” You threw the pillow that Graham had his head on towards Billy’s face which caused Graham to violently wake up to find his grown up siblings having a pillow fight in the middle of the living room.

Y/N: The night we opened for the Winters… right. Fuck that was night we all met Karen. *strained laughter* Graham was so in love with her. Oh! And Chuck right yeah that’s how I became the bassist. Billy nearly gave it to Eddie.

Chuck had basically rushed back inside his house, probably intimidated by all the very judgemental looks you all were giving him. Who would leave the band just like that? And to go into fucking dentistry?

“Okay how the hell are we going to play next week?” You asked as you stamped out your cigarette harshly.

“Eddie, you're going to have to be on bass.” Billy said with his usual commanding tone.

“Like hell I will.” Eddie responded with a scoff.

“Look we need-”

“I can do it.” You piped up, Eddie and Billy’s fights never ended well; it was as if a cloud of tension just permanently lived between them.

“What?” Your twin turned to you with a confused look on his face.

“Well I worked on the bass lines with Chuck cause he’s a mediocre player anyways so I pretty much know them front to back. Plus we don’t really need another rhythm guitarist anyways.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. You guys want to come over to practice at our house? I’m pretty sure mom went out with some of her friends.”

“Yup.”

“Sounds good.”

Y/N: I was lying about those bass lines by the way but someone needed to diffuse that situation.

Eddie: Fucking hell Y/N was a saving grace that day. She always was when the band was still together. I think it’s cause she knew Billy the best. They had this way of communicating that was downright creepy. Twin telepathy and all that crap.

The day you opened for the Winters started with cramping fingers and a slight tickle in your throat. You had barely been sleeping. Billy always called you a perfectionist and it was probably the worst trait to have when you were trying to prepare for the biggest night of your life. Then you saw… her.

The venue for one was stunning and huge. But what really lit up the place was the blonde on the keyboard. She was like an angel. So deeply entranced in the music and so fucking confident.

Men never really interested you. Sure they were attractive in the objective sense but whenever you thought of who you wanted to walk down the aisle for it was always a woman you envisioned. It had been like that since childhood. What made it worse was the church. Your mother wasn’t particularly religious but you always went to church on Sundays and the priest always spoke about homosexuals being part of the devil’s work.

You thought you needed to be fixed. Which is why you had tried throughout high school to date men or rather boys. But it never worked out. Whenever they got too close to kissing you you ended it with them or got Billy to help.

After that you just stopped trying to pursue that idea and just decided to live for the rest of your life alone. Or… with a woman if you ever found her. But living in Hazelwood, Pittsburgh had its challenges in that department. You would become the town pariah if you told the wrong person. And… you had no idea how to even start to mention it to your brothers.

But she was like an angel. Radiant under the stage lighting.

“Ooo somebody’s in love.” Oh fuck. You quickly spun around trying to see if Warren’s voice was directed at you but thankfully it wasn’t. Instead it was to your little brother who was staring at… her. Your heart clenched and your grip on your bass case tightened. The sharp pain sent through your aching fingers brought you back down to Earth. Of course she would never go for a girl, hell she’s probably straight. You briskly walked away from the pair and through the backstage door.

If you had turned around you would have noticed the girl’s eyes staring at you as you disappeared behind the swinging doors.

Y/N: I think I played okay that night. I mean the atmosphere was electric and I guess you could say that it was the night that marked the beginning of everything.

Billy: Y/N was incredible that night. She always downgrades her playing skills but it was as if she was born to play guitar. And no I’m not just saying that because she’s my twin.

Karen: I was stunned by Y/N when I first saw her play. When she told me, years later, that she had learnt all those riffs in less than a week I was blown away.

Y/N: Anyways after that night we headed off to the city of angels. Fucking Rod Reyes somehow convinced us. And well Billy also miraculously got Cami to follow us. Still don’t know how my imbecilic twin did it.

You were all gathered at one of the numerous LA diners as Graham made the phone call. The phone to that stunning woman that your brother (and you) had a big crush on. Her name was Karen. Karen Sirko.

You passed the cigarette you were sharing with Warren back to him as you watched your youngest brother flounder on the phone as he tried to talk to the supposed woman of his your his dreams.

“Look, just pass me the phone.” You said as you got up and took the phone from his slightly sweaty hands. Ignoring his protests you spoke into the receiver.

“Hi Karen. This Y/N Dunne.”

“Hi… Y/N Dunne. The bass player right?” Her silky British voice filled the phone and a slight shiver ran down your back.

“That would be me. Anyways what my idiotic little brother was trying to say-”

“Hey!” You heard Graham protest in the background.

“How would you like to join the band?”

“Oh bloody hell it’s burning. Guys it’s burning.”

“Uhh…”

“Sorry about that. Minor kitchen emergency.”

“You’re all good. So… what do you say?”

“To what?”

“Joining the band.”

“In Pittsburgh?”

“We’re actually in LA now. Gigs are lined up and we have a house in Laurel Canyon.”

“Hmm what do you think?”

“What do I think about what?” You asked as you leaned against the phone booth as everyone stared at you with anticipation, Graham most of all.

“Do you think it’s worth it?”

“You’re asking the wrong person. My mother always called my brother and I dreamers.”

“Hmm… you know what, yes. Send me the address and I’ll see you then.” Karen hung up the phone and you replaced it in the phone booth before turning around.

“Well?”

“We have a new member of the band!”

Y/N: I remember during those months that I had the strangest assortment of jobs. I worked at a movie theater, a bakery, an ice cream parlor, in a record store and I even think that I might have accidentally been working at a front for a mafia business. That was the secretarial job and it was the one I kept the longest. Employers let just say didn’t particularly like me. At least the mafia did so you know. That definitely says something about me. I had the secretarial job when Karen finally arrived.

You had had a very long and grueling day at the office dealing with a strangely large amount of angry Italian men. But you got through it and you finally came home… bearing the gifts that Warren and your twin always loved. Two slices of apple tart from your boss's mother who always appreciated giving them to you since he had a specific dislike of apples but a fear of his mother.

“Honeys I’m home!” You walked into the living room to find Graham, Warren and Eddie battling each other with the random things, a daily occurrence.

“Ooo did you get the apple thing?”

“Of course.”

“You are truly an angel sent from heaven.” Warren gave you a forehead kiss before he whisked away the white box in your hands.

“Yeah yeah.” You moved to go to your room which was quite literally the size of a broom closet but at least you had a bed. Even if it was crammed on top of a bunk with a desk under it. After you had changed out of your formal wear and into a button down and shorts. You slid into the living room with your pair of fluffy socks and snatched the blunt out of Eddie’s hands.

“Hey!”

“Oh shush I had to deal with a mob of angry Italians, this is the least you can do.” You slumped down on one of the couches and took a long hit that instantly relaxed your tired muscles.

“I don’t know how you’ve even held this job down for so long.” Eddie said as you passed the blunt back to him.

“No idea. It’s a fucking miracle.” You grabbed a random magazine from the pile and started to flick through the photos of really attractive supermodels.

“How many jobs did you have before this, remind me?”

“Probably like 20.” Graham said as he took a seat next to you.

“Fuck off.” You answered back as you blindly tried to kick him. “At least I tried to go get a job while the rest of you just idle around here like lazy dogs.”

“She does have a point there.” That was a new voice, you perked up and took a peak over your magazine as Karen took a seat on the couch in front of you and held out a glass of wine.

“Thanks. So are we ordering in or…”

“Nope, Billy and Warren said they were going to cook something.” That made you spin around and look at her with a horrified look on your face.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“No? Cami went to process some of her film a bit ago and they just volunte-”

“Oh fuck.” You quickly handed her the wine and threw the magazine on the couch before basically flying into the kitchen. Trying to salvage whatever disaster the boys had decided to cook up. Some kind of alien monster most likely.

Y/N: *laughing* Those were some good months. I actually miss those days a lot. I guess everything changed after Billy met Teddy Price at a supermarket. Weird coincidence but I swear on my life that it happened. Well I’m actually trusting Billy’s word on this so who knows?

Graham: Y/N was really happy in those months. I mean she was always happy. Like a ball of fire and positivity.

Karen: I got to know everyone a lot more due to how close we were living together. Y/N and I bonded as well but she mostly avoided me. Probably because of work. She was really busy, even with gigs. Cami and Y/N were basically the ones getting the extra money we needed to pull through each month.

Y/N: Karen said I was avoiding her? I mean… maybe I was. It was a weird time for me. It was also the time I met Daisy. Oh she didn’t tell you? Yeah I met Daisy ages before she joined the band.

Daisy: Y/N told you we met earlier than expected? Well she’s only telling the truth. Y/N was a truly kind hearted soul, she actually was there the night I first played for a live audience.

The girl on stage, Daisy Jones, was absolutely dazzling. You almost felt like a kindred flame was lit up in your heart. So of course you decided to come up to her with a glass of whiskey and a smile.

“Hi sorry to bother you but I just have to say you have an incredible voice.”

“Aww thank you darling. I’m Daisy by the way.”

“Y/N.” The rest of the night was spent around a bottle of whiskey and you also got to meet Simone. The three of you created a comfortable atmosphere around you and so over the painful months of trying to get Teddy to produce the band you kept in touch with the duo. Going out for drinks when none of you were playing gigs or recording.

Y/N: Like I said those were some good months. But I guess every good thing has to come to an end. *A sad smile appears on your face and you turn your face from the camera to quickly wipe your eyes.*

Graham was obviously enamored with Karen. Everyone saw it, everyone knew except for her. Your heart stung every single time he sent her that puppy eyed look. How could you be jealous of your brother?! It’s not like someone as beautiful as her would ever go for someone like you.

You bitterly took another sip of your drink when you felt a presence next to you. Carefully turning your head you were surprised to see Billy. It was his night after all. The night of his wedding. Really you couldn’t believe it.

“Hey? You okay?”

“Yeah.” He most definitely wasn’t and you had an inkling as to why, so you just leaned your head on his shoulder and gave him a one armed hug.

“Just know I will always love you okay. Through thick and thin. I’m your twin so you sure as hell are never getting rid of me.” He let out a wet chuckle before burrowing his face in your hair and giving you a squeeze back.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”

“You’re going to be a good one, Billy. I’ll make sure of that and Cami will make sure of that.”

“I don’t deserve either of you.”

“Nope don’t you go on saying that Mr. Dunne.” He laughed before pulling away from you and taking a swig of his beer.

“Do you want to be the kid’s godmother?”

“What?!” You looked up at him with widened eyes and a surprised expression on your face.

“Well I kind of talked it over with Cami and well we want you to be the godmother.”

“I’m already going to be the aunt though.”

“So should I tell her you said no…”

“Oh shut up Billy of course I’m saying yes.” You both laughed and he hugged you again. Harder this time.

“It’s all going to be fine.” You said into his shirt, trying to reassure your anxious twin.

“I believe you.”

Y/N: *silence as you anxiously pick your nails* Umm the tour right. I think that was more of the tour from hell. I was basically watching my brother destroy himself and his family. And I was powerless to stop it. So when you feel powerless what do you think we did back then? I took up pills. A secret little habit no one ever knew about.

You carefully tucked Billy into his bed after throwing the groupies out of his room and throwing out all the empty beer bottles. The remnants of cocaine were also swept onto the floor, and just as you were about to close the door you heard a voice.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah Billy?”

“Uh… thanks.”

“Anytime.” You said with a sad smile as a tear ran down your face before closing the hotel door.

“Fuckkkk.” You slumped down against the door and buried your face in your hands. It was this exact same routine. Over and over and over again. What were you going to tell Cami? Would you ever tell her?

“Hey you okay?” You heard that British accent that never failed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, even if you sat devastated in a random hotel.

“Fine. You?” Quickly wiping away the remnants of tears and standing up so you were at eye level with Karen.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Karen. No need to worry about me. Have you settled in okay?”

“Right yeah everything is great. I was just about to go for a smoke on the roof care to join me?”

“Sure sounds good.” You dusted off your hands and followed Karen up onto the roof before lighting up one of your cigs.

“Okay now tell me the truth. How are you really feeling?” She asked after an awkward beat of silence.

“Conflicted I guess.”

“About the whole Billy thing?”

“Yeah he’s my brother but… I hate seeing him like this. I don’t know. Shit… this is such a messed up situation isn’t it?”

“It really is. Now just stop thinking about it and watch the stars. That always does the trick with me.”

“Thanks Karen.”

“Anytime.” She sent you a comforting smile and you laid your head in her lap. That constant weight on your shoulders already dissipating by just being around her.

Y/N: A few more shows in Cami came to visit. It was a surprise and honestly I’m pretty sure she knew something was up. I met up with her when I went to do my nightly check up on Billy since I had been at the record store all day.

Camila: I would never blame Y/N for what was going on with Billy. I think she was the one who at least didn’t let him slip off the deep end but I wish she had told me about it.

You didn’t know about Cami’s trip so when you went to check up on Billy suddenly the door swung open and a very pregnant Camila stormed out.

“Cami?” You asked in a strained voice.

“Y/N hey.”

“Look I’m so fucking sorry. I tried to get him to tell you or I would have called-”

“No no I get it. You’re his twin, you will always try to protect him. I gave him an ultimatum.”

“I’m assuming you’re letting him fuck around until the kid is born right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll try to make sure he gets better okay?”

“That isn’t-”

“No it is. Now come here. Let me hug my favorite sister in law.” You enveloped Cami in a hug and smoothed your hands across her back as she started sobbing into your shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay. Shhh, it’s all going to be fine. When is your flight?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“How about you come stay with me until then? That way you don’t have to see Billy or pay for another room.”

“Yeah that sounds good.”

Y/N: Those shows were a disaster. Billy was getting worse and I had no way to stop it. I didn’t try to take away his drugs or the fucking groupies. The one time I tried… no okay he doesn’t even know about that. So the day Julia was born, that wonderful little bundle of joy, Teddy got Billy into rehab. And I became Jules’ godmother. I thought everything was going to get better after that and it did for a while. For everyone else.

Billy: I came out of rehab and I quit the band. I think Graham and Y/N were the only ones who understood why. Y/N got the brunt of my addiction though. She was like a shining beacon but I never realized how much it had affected her…

Y/N: I wasn’t fine.

That stupid green monster called jealousy invaded your veins each time you saw him with her. You should be happy for your brother but it was the complete opposite. Warren was even questioning you as to why he never saw you with anyone, you only brushed off those questions by telling him to fuck off.

Pill numbers were multiplying by the day and as you sat in the recording studio waiting for whatever miracle Teddy thought would save your band you could almost feel the chemicals moving through your blood. You took another swing from the coffee cup in your hand to try and distract yourself from how big Karen’s smile was as she looked at Graham.

Falling for a straight girl. What an fucking cliche.

“Can I get a glass of milk and a whiskey? Or just a whiskey if you don’t have milk. Or just milk if you don’t have whiskey?” Now that was a familiar voice. You perked up from your little alcove in the recording room to see that chaotic ball of pure energy which belonged to one of your best friends. Daisy Jones was in the house.

“DAISY JONES? Do my eyes deceive me?” You rushed up and enveloped her in your arms. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming?”

“Well I didn’t know until last night.”

“You look incredible, I love this shirt.” She smiled and did a little twirl to show off the buttondown.

“Stop, now you look absolutely stunning. Where did you manage to find a coat like this?”

Karen: I remember feeling a strange kind of anger the day we met Daisy Jones. It wasn’t directed at her, it’s just… I don’t think it really clicked that Y/N had a life outside the one I saw her in.

Graham: It wasn’t really a surprise, Y/N was friends with everyone. Did she tell you about that mafia thing?

“You guys done with this little reunion cause we need to get on with it.”

“Stop being such an asshole Billy. But yeah we should probably get this show on the road.” You made your way into the soundbooth with the rest of the band after giving Daisy one more squeeze and a comforting smile.

“So how do you know Daisy?” Karen whispered in your ear, making you jump. She was way closer than you had anticipated.

“Oh I went to one of her shows. We got to know each other after, that’s how I met Simone as well. Where do you think I disappear off to all these nights?” That response elicited a slightly guilty look on Karen’s face.

“I always thought you were in your room. I guess I’ve just never seen you sneak out.” Wow, you hadn’t realized how good you had gotten at hiding your little bad habits.

“Hmm.” You hummed back and then turned to look at your brother and Daisy, nervously picking at your nails. Oh god why did you tell Karen that. She now thinks you’re some kind of crazy party girl.

The rest of the recording session was kind of a mess. You suddenly realized why you had been so entranced by Daisy when you first met her. She reminded you so much of your twin. You had felt that instant connection because you had the same connection with Billy. Their personalities bashed against each other because they fit so well together.

Y/N: I think we all noticed the Daisy and Billy thing. But I was just scared. I was scared for Billy and for Daisy. I care for them so so much but I don’t think I could have predicted what all came next. I had an inkling though. And that is what scared me.

You had joined Karen when she basically dragged you to go to the record store with her. Ever since your admission about your nights out it seemed as if she wanted to spend more and more time with you. Not that you minded.

You stood next to her as you sifted through the rows of different music selections. You weren’t particularly looking for anything but were looking out for some new stuff. It was always interesting to hear new sounds when suddenly you heard the girl at the till.

“Is this the one with ‘Look At Us Now’?” You exchanged glances with Karen with giddy smiles starting to paint your faces. No fucking way.

“Oh shoot I don’t think I have enough.” Karen was about to pull out some money but you stilled her hand by grabbing her wrist. Winking at her you grabbed a 5 dollar bill from your jacket pocket and put it on top of the record. Your record.

“Here.”

“Oh thanks.”

“No problem.” You linked arms with Karen before heading out of the store letting out giggles.

You took a seat next to Julia as you fed her little pieces of food whilst cooing at her. Billy was once again complaining about the song and Cami was trying to calm him down.

“Has anyone looked through the mail recently?”

“Oh fuck sorry I meant to sift through those last night. Mia culpa and all that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Karen sent you a soft smile before her face turned to shock as she stared at the envelopes. “Does anyone know what these are?”

“No way.” You quickly snatched the letter that was addressed to you from her hands and started dancing around the kitchen. “Look Jules, aunty has got some money now.”

Y/N: The first thing I bought… Karen tried to get me to buy stock. But no… I umm I bought a motorcycle.

Graham: Okay so one thing you need to know about my sister is that she has like zero self preservation.

Y/N: Graham said that?! Oh that little shit. That isn’t true. I got a helmet too. That bike basically became my baby.

You were sitting out on the balcony after Billy and Cami moved out. Which meant you could finally do drugs freely, well not that freely but that’s beside the point. You were lying on the floor staring at the stars as Warren went on and on about how he and the canyon were connected. It was strangely funny in your drugged out state that you burst out laughing. Pills and psychedelics might not have been the best combination.

In your defense you thought you were about to go to bed so you took a combination of sleeping and pain pills but then Karen dragged you upstairs to try out whatever this thing was. And all in all you were having a great time until it happened.

You peaked through your fingers to see Karen’s hand on Graham’s chest. It was just against his heart. Like she was metaphorically holding his heart in her hand but in that moment it felt like it was your heart that she had just crushed into a pulp.

So you just closed your eyes and let the drugs overtake your senses. Letting them all wash away that pain of heartbreak.

Y/N: Hawaii was incredible. Billy was an asshole. And Daisy shined. I think that’s about all I can remember from that time. *a tight smile appears on your face* People never notice things until they come to the surface. I hid things very well for a long time.

Cami had invited you to the housewarming party and when you were having a catch up with Daisy in her hotel’s pool you realized she was too. You hadn’t told her about the whole being a lesbian thing, not that you didn’t trust her but you didn’t want her to treat you differently. You were just scared of what she would see in you even if she had fully accepted Simone.

Simone had gone to New York because of a woman. Simone who was the only person who knew you liked women. Simone the glue that held Daisy together. You both missed her deeply and that is why you were hanging out with Daisy at the pool.

So on the night of the housewarming, Daisy’s arms were wrapped around your waist with a pineapple balancing in your lap as you sped through the streets of LA until you arrived at the house.

Daisy was the first to hop off before taking off her helmet and handing it to you. You did the same and took the keys out of the ignition before following Daisy inside. You weaved through the crowds with her arm around your shoulders when Cami spotted the two of you.

“Daisy you came! And with Y/N. Now this is a strange development.”

“You didn’t mention me before? I am offended.”

“Well it’s not my fault it’s so hard to describe someone so radiant. I’m going to go check up on Billy. It’s good to see you, Cami.”

“We need to see each other more often Y/N. Jules has been missing you.”

“Oh I bet.” You gave her a smile before bounding over and enveloping Billy in a bear hug. “How is my favorite twin doing?”

“Hi Y/N, it’s good to see you too. What’s got you so energetic today?”

“Wow I can’t just be excited to see my brother?” In reality, you had sneaked some of Daisy’s cocaine stash while she was in the bathroom. It was your first time on the drug and you suddenly realized how Billy got addicted to this stuff. You hadn’t felt this good in ages.

“No no that’s not at all what I’ve been saying. How have you been?”

“Good. I’ve missed having you and Cami around.”

“No you haven’t.” He said with a conspiratorial smile on his face.

“We haven’t been separated before Billy before I miss having my twin around.” That second the mask slipped, the mask that said I’m fine.

“Y/N?” 

“I umm I’m going to get myself a drink. See you later Billy.” You slipped out of his grasp and grabbed a glass of whiskey and made your way to the living room where you saw Graham flirting with some blonde. Okay now that is a strange development. You took a seat next to a confused looking Karen on one of the couches.

“You okay?”

“Oh hey you came.”

“That I did. So what’s going on?”

“Did you know that Graham was in love with me?” That made you spit out the remaining whiskey in your mouth.

“What?” You said after coughing for a solid minute.

“Graham told me he wanted to be with me.”

“And you said?”

“No obviously.”

“Oh okay.” That stupid sentence shouldn’t have made you fill up with hope but it did.

“So you don’t have any comments?”

“I mean what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know.”

“Right I umm I’m going to leave you alone then.”

You spent the night at Cami and Billy’s house, they had already set out the spare room for you since Billy didn’t want you driving on that vehicle of death as he liked to call it in the middle of the night.

Y/N: The first day that we were officially Daisy Jones & The Six couldn’t have started anymore disastrously. I was finally starting to cut back on pills because after the cocaine inci-

Interviewer: Sorry to interrupt but uh what was the cocaine incident?

Y/N: *a pained look overcame your face* I don’t think you want to hear about this.

Interviewer: I want to know it all.

Y/N: Right so I guess you will be the second person to ever know the story about the cocaine incident. The first was the doctor who found me overdosing in a park. It had become a habit to swipe Daisy’s coke stash. So on that night I had been adventurous and took a little more than usual. That ended up with me on a park bench with foam coming out of my mouth. Mark found me after a shift, he basically revived me by throwing me in a lake and getting me to his house. There he was able to flush the drugs from my system. I made him promise the next morning to never tell anyone and that was that. I don’t remember much of the encounter but I stopped the majority of the drugs after that.

Interviewer: I’m sorr-

Y/N: *with tears rolling down your face* Don’t be sorry. I’m alive and yeah it was probably not a good idea to not have told anyone but I was one of those people who didn’t believe in weaknesses. Anyways, I was kind of going through a big withdrawal period during that first session. Teddy was a fucking saviour as always and got Daisy and Billy to go write a song. I spent my day cruising around the streets of LA on my bike trying to fight off a killer migraine.

You arrived home before Warren and Eddie did and what greeted you was the sounds of moaning. So you quickly slipped into the back and took a peek into the living room. The sight on the couch made your heart split in two. Karen and your brother…

You soundlessly turned and closed the backdoor before quickly wiping the tears that started to form at the sight of Warren and Eddie.

“Where have you two been all day?”

“We could ask you the same question.”

“Well I was at the garage for a bit and then I went to the hills and cruised around. And by the popcorn I’m guessing you went to see Rollerball again.”

“Damn right sister.” You laughed and followed them inside when you heard the phone ringing.

“Is anyone going to get that?” You asked as you walked into the living room, looking at Karen and Graham who looked very disheveled. 

“Uh yeah.”

Y/N: That was the first time we heard Let Me Down Easy. And it was incredible… but Daisy and Billy. They realized that connection. And that hug at the end of the session. Well it said it all.

Interviewer: So did you notice anything different about Y/N around the time you recorded Aurora?

Billy: Uh not really? I was kind of immersed in the writing process of it all. Why? Did she say something?

Graham: She was more reserved I guess. I barely saw her other than in recording sessions and at home. I was kind of busy too with uh I guess you could call it love.

Karen: Yeah she was avoiding me. I wanted to be around her a bunch but Graham was giving me something I always wanted. And she was more tired. Like almost lethargic.

Warren: Not really? She spent a lot more time with me though. We discussed movies a lot together.

Eddie: She looked exhausted a lot of the time. Wait, why are you asking this?

Y/N: I was mentally drained during that time. I was avoiding Karen and Graham because of obvious reasons. I tried to date a few guys. That was a bad time. Me and men don’t go well together but uh I was grieving a lot and on top of that I was heartbroken. I wasn’t in the greatest place and it kind of fucked with me.

Daisy: I wasn’t spending as much time with Y/N as I probably should have been.

Y/N: After the album was finished and everyone went their separate ways, I went to a rehab center in Switzerland. The only person who knew was Teddy. I was an insanely secretive person but I needed to have someone know where I was. Teddy was like a father to me and he helped with everything.

Billy: I kind of freaked when I realized that no one knew where either Daisy or my sister were. Teddy had no idea where Daisy was but he told me Y/N went on a trip. That she would be back in a month and she was. But she was different. I think that was when I realized how fucking miserable she must have been while I was trying to deal with all my shit.

Y/N: Rehab was the best thing I could have ever done. I went back home and I moved out to this little apartment which was next to this secret beach. I finally felt so much better. I remember that day when I came to collect all my shit from my old room. I had bought a mustang when I left the airport. My beloved car.

You took a deep breath before cutting the ignition of your car and stepping into the house that held so many memories. So much heartbreak.

“Y/N holy shit you’re back.” Warren grabbed you and pulled you into a bear hug which everyone quickly joined once they realized who had stepped through their front door.

“Where the hell have you been?” Karen asked as she looked at you with a deep worry in her eyes.

“I uh went to rehab.” Their shocked faces made you burst out laughing. “Oh god I needed that, it has been a somber few days.”

“Why did you even go to rehab?”

“I needed to go away and get shit straightened out. Now how have all of you been?” You spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and drinking ginger beer while everyone drank regular alcohol. When you broke the news that you were going to move out it didn’t really faze anyone since Warren had basically permanently moved into his houseboat. That crush you had for Karen was still there but you were happy for your little brother. Wow, you could finally say that truthfully in your head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice.” Karen said as she helped you pack up some of your valuables.

“Notice what?”

“How much you were struggling.”

“Karen, it’s okay. Plus I know you were busy having a boyfriend.” You forced out a smile before placing another one of your numerous trinkets into your suitcase.

“How did you know?” Karen had an almost guilty look on her face that made you look at her with a confused expression.

“I’ve known for ages. I’m not as clueless as the other idiots.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

“Well I’m happy for you of course. Graham really likes you.”

“Is that it?”

“What else do you want me to say?”

“I… thanks.”

“No problem. Thanks for helping with packing.” After all that was finished you put everything in the trunk with the help of Warren.

“When the hell did you get a Mustang?”

“Well I needed an extra car since my bike wouldn’t hold all my stuff. I got her this morning.”

“I always did appreciate your taste in cars.” You both laughed and exchanged a hug.

“Take care of yourself Warren. I’ll see you at the meeting on Monday.”

“You too. You heading home?”

“Nah I’m going to check in with Billy first.”

“Okay. Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Warren.” You waved at the group who had collected at the front porch before speeding off in the direction of your twin’s house.

You stood in front of the door before finally having the courage to knock. The door was immediately swung open by Camila.

“Oh my god you’re here. Billy get down here!” Cami yelled into the house before grabbing you and squeezing you into a hug.

“Are you okay? Teddy said you were on a trip but we were worried.” All of a sudden Billy appeared at the door carrying Julia and having the most relieved smile on his face.

“Oh Y/N. Come here.”

“Yes, come in. I’ll get you some tea.” Billy put down Jules before he enveloped you in that familiar embrace. God you had missed him. Julia came over and hugged your leg, making you laugh as you picked her up.

“Hey there Jules. You’ve gotten so big.”

“Where were you?” Billy asked as you took a seat on the couch as Julia nestled into your chest.

“Switzerland. I wanted to tell you but I really didn’t want to disappoint you, Billy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had to go to rehab. I know I should have talked to you-”

“No no, I get it. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there for you. You deserve someone better than me as a brother. Cause I sure as hell don’t deserve you.”

“Shut up, Billy. You’re my twin and I’ll love you to the ends of the earth.”

The rest of the night was spent in tears and laughs. You finally spent some much needed time with your other half. Being a twin meant you had a companion for life but it hadn’t felt like that for a while.

Y/N: I spent most of the tour around Billy. We shared the separate bus with Graham but he usually ended up staying over at Daisy’s bus. And Nicky well Nicky was a horrible fucking person and I noticed how much of a hold he had over Daisy. I felt powerless all over again. I tried to talk to her about it but she wouldn’t listen to anyone. I understood that feeling. I was that person only a few months ago.

Daisy: Y/N and Billy tried. Y/N tried to help so much that now that I think back on it she might have been the only thing keeping me from really surrendering myself to Nicky.

Y/N: Billy found her overdosed in the bathroom one night. That kind of changed everything for Daisy. Oh and Karen and Graham became official.

You were snuggled up next to Billy as you watched a random movie. Ginger beer was sitting in front of you and popcorn littered the bus's couch. You had spent the past few nights crying yourself to sleep. As if that would change the fact that Karen was in love with your little brother.

Then the bus’s door unlocked and in walked Daisy Jones. You felt Billy instantly perk up and shut off the tv. Billy Dunne was in love with Daisy Jones and you were powerless to do anything. Billy couldn’t admit it to himself but you knew the truth. You had known the man since the second he was born. 

“Would it be okay if I slept here tonight?”

“Of course Daisy. I’ll leave you guys to it.” You gave your brother a quick nudge before disappearing into the bunk section. Snuggled under the covers you drifted off into dreamland with the sound of their intermingling voices in the background.

Y/N: When Teddy nearly died, it felt like the world stopped. I even went to a chapel. I couldn’t have him leave us just yet.

You were kneeling in one of the pews of the hospital chapel. Praying and just begging God to let him live. You would do anything if you could just have him back.

When you got the news that he was going to be fine, you went into the room before Billy did. He understood the importance of that to you.

“Hey old man. I’m glad you’re not dead yet.”

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easily.” That was when Teddy noticed your tear tracks. “ Oh sweetheart.”

“Can’t have you dying on me okay?”

“I won’t. I promise you.”

Y/N: Pittsburgh never felt like a home to me. LA had become that. At least I didn’t feel judged in every corner of the town. But I missed my mother.

The night before you were meant to leave for Pittsburgh you heard a soft knock on your hotel room door. Rising from your position on the bed, you threw your journal and pen back into the covers and padded over to the door. And there stood Karen. As beautiful as ever but with tears running down her face.

“Kare? What’s going on?” She looked into your eyes and suddenly you knew. Oh she was pregnant.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” She visibly brightened a little before she delved into your arms and you held her through the night. Selfishly feeling happy that she was spending the night in your arms instead of your brother’s.

You awkwardly sat at the edge of your mother’s backyard. Taking sips of a glass of lemonade as you leaned your head on Karen’s shoulder.

“What’s going on?” You saw Cami walk up to the both of you with a concerned look on her face. You twisted your head to look up at Karen as she gave Cami a sad smile. Cami’s face morphed into something concerned before she gave you both a hug.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey I’ll leave you two to discuss for a bit, okay?”

“Yeah I’ll see you later honey.” Karen’s little nickname for you made your heart flutter as you gave them both a smile before making your way to where Billy was talking to Chuck. The fucking dentist. You put your hands over your twin’s eyes and leaned next to his head.

“Guess who?” You asked, trying to deepen your voice as much as possible.

“Hmm I don’t know. Who could it be? I’m thinking it’s Y/N.”

“Spoilsport. Hey Chuck.” You made your way to stand next to Billy as he let out a chuckle at your childish antics.

“Hey Y/N. You look good.”

“Why thank you. I’m wearing Dior.” You gave him a slightly cutting smile before taking another sip of lemonade.

Warren: Y/N could be incredibly cutthroat when she wanted to. One of the best things about her.

Y/N: The Pittsburgh show went well. It was weird being home again. But the crowd was insane and Daisy and Billy well… they were Daisy and Billy.

The next morning after the show you went to the clinic with Cami and Karen. You held her hand during the procedure and gave her a comforting smile throughout it. She didn’t want pity or sadness and you knew that. You were always going to be there for her. Even if it was only as a friend.

Y/N: In all honesty, I thought everything was going great. Obviously I could see the tension between Daisy and Billy, I was literally living with them. I felt like a third wheel a lot of the time.

You could feel the palpable tension in the air as you played through the set. Billy looked heartbroken but also fucking elated, Daisy looked like she was having the time of her life, Eddie had a black eye, Graham couldn’t even look at Karen, Karen looked devastated but she kept sneaking glances your way, Warren looked like well Warren looked normal and you just did what you normally did, you observed. You mostly observed Karen because she looked really fucking hot in that outfit.

Then the set ended. Billy ran off to chase Camila and Daisy kept on singing. You knew it was the end. So before you went backstage you looked out onto the crowd one last time and sent them a kiss with a sad smile.

You were packing up your guitar when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see Karen. In all her glory with a bright smile on her face.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize it.” Then she pulled you into a kiss. A kiss that reminded you of all of the things you had gone through since the start of the band. A kiss that felt like that pulsating crowd. A kiss that felt like pure unadulterated love.

“Wow Karen Sirko I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Well Y/N Dunne I can’t wait to live out life with you.” You laughed before grabbing her and pulling her into a deeper kiss than before.

Daisy watched on as one of her favorite people in the world finally got her happy ending. And she felt calm for the first time in a while.

Karen: I wasn’t being completely honest with Graham for our entire relationship. I was literally in love with his sister throughout most of it but I didn’t know that I was. Until that night she just held me while I cried about being pregnant.

Y/N: *entwining your hand with Karen’s as the camera pans to allow you into frame* Karen is the only person I could ever imagine a life with. We live out in the mountains and I became a writer. And this incredible woman right here makes some of the best music out there.

Karen: Now you’re exaggerating.

Y/N: Shh I’m having a moment. So yeah Jules that’s how this whole thing has come to pass. I wouldn’t have changed one bit, it all led me to being with this beautiful woman whom I love with my entire being.

Julia: You know I think you’re like one of the coolest people ever right?

Y/N: Aww I love you so much kid. You’re definitely one of my favorite nieces, don’t tell Graham’s kids. *the camera cuts as you and Karen let out loud laughs*

THE END.

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[bloodynereid]

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

love your writing queen

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.

taglist: @yesshewrites1

[bloodynereid]

I have a feeling that this Karen Sirko fic is going to be even longer than the Warren Rojas one. It's going to be very very angsty tho. Somehow wlw couples can't catch a break can they? But it's going to have a good, happy ending I swear on my life. That is the one thing I'm holding myself to in this fic.

to the anon who requested the karen version of that warren fic i'm formally apologising right now. at least you're getting some quality (hopefully) content.

[bloodynereid]

More Karen sirko imagines pleaseeee

YESSS I really need to write for her more. i might write something this week (hoping and praying).

[swiftgreatest]

hellooo! could you maybe do headcanons of dating karen sirko?? :)

here!! hope you like, I love Karen and I love receive request with her

[bloodynereid]

graham dunne x reader with right person wrong time💔💔

Here's to the Fools Who Dream

pairing: graham dunne x fem!actor reader

a/n: hiii tysm for the request !! when I read this my mind immediately went to La La Land (one of the many classics in the right person wrong time trope) and so I wanted to do something based/inspired by it so if you see a mix of scenes and some dialogue from the movie that's why. anyways hope you enjoy and as always requests are open!!

tw: angst angst angst, cigarette smoking, swearing, kissing, right person wrong time

description: a struggling actor and a guitarist. what can go wrong?

You first met Graham Dunne out on one of LA’s many beaches, which was coincidentally your favorite surfing beach. And it was one of the most embarrassing experiences of your life.

You had successfully caught a pretty good wave until you felt something weird under one of your feet. So you obviously moved your foot to the side, which resulted with you losing your balance and falling off your board… taking Graham Dunne with you. By the way, that weird thing under your foot was a random piece of seaweed.

“Shit fuck I’m so sorry.” You apologized profusely as you both finally resurfaced, clutching onto your surf boards.

“It’s uh fine. I’m Graham by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Hey Graham! We gotta go, band practice starts in 30 minutes.” Said a curly haired guy who was lying on one of the beach towels next to a pretty blonde. 

“Yeah, be right there. See you around.”

“Yeah.” After he left with his band you sat there contemplating how you could have been such a clutz in front of such an attractive man. And on top of all that you forgot to give him your number. It was idiotic really.

A few weeks later and you were being dragged to a concert of some band your friends had been obsessed with lately. They had been gushing about the frontman and the drummer for days on end. So you reluctantly followed them since you had already canceled plans the last time due to an audition. Which you didn’t even end up booking!

So you grabbed your drinks and made your way to the table that your friends had taken over, one of the closest to the stage obviously. And imagine your surprise when out walked the cute surfer boy from all those weeks ago.

They were pretty good, you wouldn’t lie. You liked their sound and well, it was a plus that Graham was one of the guitarists. You didn’t realize you had spaced out until your friends were waving at you from the backstage door with big smiles on their faces. You just rolled your eyes at their antics before closing up the tab and going outside to wait by the communal car. And just outside the main door stood Graham, lighting up a cigarette.

“Could I have a light?” You asked as you saddled up to him.

“Uh yeah sure.” He took out his lighter and held it up to you so you could lean in and catch the flame at the tip of your cig. “Wait, I know you from somewhere.”

“If you’re talking about the surf incident then I think we should both agree that never happened.”

“Huh… so why are you here tonight? You aren’t a stalker, are you?”

“God no. I swear that I didn’t even know you were in this band.”

“Then why are you here?”

“My friends have a penchant for dragging me places I would rather not be.”

“Wow now I’m offended.” Graham said with a slight teasing smile on his face.

“Hey now, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it then?”

“I just have never listened to your band before. If I go to a concert I like to know some of their songs first.”

“Then why did you allow yourself to be dragged here then?” He asked as you both took drags from your corresponding cigarettes.

“I owed them one, I had to cancel last time since I had an audition.”

“Ah so maybe that’s why your face is familiar, you’re an actor. What have I seen you in?”

“Working at the cafe at the Warner Brothers lot most likely.”

“Graham!” A female British voice interrupted your conversation, it was the same blonde from the beach. “We gotta go.”

“Right, sorry to cut this conversation short once again. I’ll see you in the movies, Y/N.” He gave you a charming smile before heading off to join the blonde woman.

You stood outside the venue for a few more minutes, smoking, until your friends arrived all ready to get back home. That was when you realized you hadn’t given him your number once again. Dammit.

You had taken on one of the busiest shifts at work since your boss had to go to her sister’s baby shower so you were stuck with a barrage of questions about the random things on the menu.

“So is this like all milk chocolate or does it have dark chocolate in it?” A tan girl with twin braids stood in front of you trying to decide what she wanted to order.

“Well it’s a hot chocolate, so you know it comes from a powder…”

“Yes but what kind of chocolate is in the powder?”

“I actually have no idea. Let me go check for you.” You turned around and fumbled around with some jars when you found the hot chocolate one. Taking it down and reading over the ingredients you turned around and were about to answer the lady when you saw an unexpected face.

“Graham?”

“Hey I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop by.”

“Really? How did you bypass the guards?” You leaned down with your elbows on the counter with a smirk on your face.

“Oh I’ve got that famous rockstar privilege.”

“Excuse me!” Right, the hot chocolate lady.

“Do you have a break coming up?”

“Yeah in 10 minutes.”

“Great, I’ll hide in the bathroom then.”

“Oh so you were lying about your rockstar privileges huh?”

“Definitely. I had to jump the fence and run like hell from the guards.” You both laughed as he disappeared in the bathroom.

“So what is in the hot chocolate?”

“It says all milk chocolate.”

“Right… what kinds of tea do you have?”

After 10 minutes of dealing with the most indecisive woman to ever roam the earth you clocked out and met up with Graham outside of the café. He graciously lit up one of your cigarettes as you started to walk around the lot, with all of the chaos that was movie making going around the two of you.

“So how did you get into acting?”

“My aunt I guess. She was with a traveling theater company. Oh god I remember that we used to put on these plays in my living room. She was the one who introduced me to movies. I ended up leaving college after two years and coming here. I probably should have become a lawyer instead.”

“I don’t think the world needs more lawyers.”

“Does it really need more actors?”

“Okay you have a point there.”

“So… how did you get into the band?”

“Well I was trying to get over a girl and then I got my brother to join. We moved out here a few years ago and somehow got Teddy Price to produce us.”

“And how has it been going?”

“Honestly pretty shitty but we’re trying to persevere. We just finished recording something with Daisy Jones which the band is excited for.”

“Wow… actually I have no idea who that is but it sounds big.”

“Not into the rock and roll industry much are you?”

“Well I listen to a lot of everything, but I never really know the specifics.”

“Fair.”

“Hey could you guys just stop there for a second we are about to shoot.” One of the interns from an active set said to the two of you as you turned a corner.

“Yeah totally. You know they shoot movies down my street all the time.”

“Shush.” You said with a little laugh as you bumped your shoulder with his. “Oh my god, wait I love her.”

“I have no idea who that is.”

“Not much into the movie business are you?” You echo back to him as you both walk a bit further down the lot. 

“Very funny but no.”

“Well I’ll need to broaden your horizons then. Have you ever watched Rebel Without a Cause?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Good cause you’re coming with me to Rialto next Tuesday. Only if you’re free of course.”

“I think I am. It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date. I’ll meet you outside at 6:30.” You gave a smile before you both headed over in the other direction to go to your cars.

It was Thursday. The day for your date with Graham and you were running late. Okay it wasn’t entirely your fault your stupid ex boyfriend Greg decided it was high time to come and try to get back with you.

So of course you told him to fuck off and basically threatened him that if he ever came near an inch of you you would call the police. That man was like a really bad definition of clingy.

You had sped through the streets of LA trying to make it as quickly as you possibly could to the Rialto. Your roommate had taken the car to visit her parents so the only mode of transportation you had at the moment was your own legs. That was when you heard it. Right as you ran next to a random red car that was stopped on the curb.

“And next up we have one of the newest singles from a band called The Six, featuring Daisy Jones!”

That only spurred you to go faster and when you finally arrived in front of the Rialto there stood a slightly annoyed looking Graham.

“Hi… sorry… I’m-” You tried to say as you kept trying to breathe.

“Hey hey it’s okay.”

“I heard your song on the radio.”

“What?”

“Yup just as I was sprinting over here I heard it over the radio. And I’m sorry I’m late.” 

“That’s okay. I got us tickets.” He smiled as you made your way into the movie theater.

“You shouldn’t have. I was the one who invited you and this is my way of introducing you to the magical world of the silver screen.”

“Well I wanted to be a gentleman that’s all.”

“Hmm.” You hummed back to him as you took your seats and watched as the opening credits played out.

Throughout the movie there was a palpable electricity between the two of you. Your fingers kept inching towards his and you could feel the little looks he kept sending you. A small smile crept onto your face as your pinkies entwined… and then Graham took the initiative and joined your hands together. You turned to look at him as he shot you another one of his little looks.

He blushed but gave a charming smile before slowly leaning forward and softly brushing his lips against yours. You reciprocated it eagerly and soon enough you two were kissing like your lives depended on it.

In all honesty you barely watched the rest of the movie. Instead you continued to kiss like two lovers who were finally reunited. Letting the colors of the projector illuminate the different contours of your faces.

You and Graham had been together for a few months and it was going great. But the other things in your life weren’t doing so well. Your acting career was basically tanking whilst Graham’s band was skyrocketing.

You had met the band a couple of times and they all absolutely adored you, well everyone except Billy but Graham assured you that he didn’t really like anyone anyways. You and Karen got on extremely well and had taken to calling or seeing each other every week, so naturally you saw a lot of Camila as well.

Somehow Graham has gotten you to try writing plays again and so you were currently working on finishing a one woman show whilst the band worked on Aurora. Which you knew was going to be an instant hit. Daisy Jones was a magnetic human being whom you had the pleasure of meeting once or twice whilst you saw the band rehearse.

There was a strange feeling of anxiety though, maybe it was because Graham was starting to come in later and later every night but you convinced yourself it was just the strain that the show was putting on you.

It was the night of the big show and you anxiously twisted your hands together. Okay you can do this. You can do this. You walked onto the stage just as the bright theatre lights turned on. You took a deep breath and started to recite your lines as you had practiced so many times.

Then it was suddenly all over and just before the audience lights turned on you felt a deep seeded satisfaction. But then light flooded the room and the audience was filled with a sparse amount of people. And the most important person you wanted there wasn’t filling his seat. None of the band was either, other than Camila who was sitting there with a concerned smile and Julia who was happily babbling away.

After you had finished getting changed you carefully packed up all the props and started to carry them to your car. Tears streaking your cheeks as a humourless chuckle left your mouth. There standing in front of your car stood a guilty looking Graham. The same Graham who had barely been calling you back while on tour. The one who had stopped making an effort to see you in a long while.

“Hey look I’m sorry. I swear I wanted to be here but the interview ran late and then I realized-”

“Just stop okay. It’s fine, I get it.”

“Okay great. You ready to head-”

“No, Graham. It’s over.”

“What?”

“It’s over.”

“What is?”

“All of it! I’m done. I am tired of humiliating myself and thinking I’m a good actress. Graham… it’s over. We are over.”

“No wait, what can I do?”

“Graham, I'm going back home.”

“Okay we can talk again tomorrow. I’ll give you some space tonight.”

“No, I mean I’m going back to Vermont. It’s never too late to become a lawyer, you know.” He gave you a sad smile but he nodded after a few moments.

“I hope to see you around, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Graham.”

Two days later you were sitting in the comfort of your parent’s house playing chess against your dad, when a sharp ring of the doorbell echoed through the house.

“I’ll be right back.” You opened up the distinctive yellow door and guess who stood there on the steps? Graham Dunne.

“Graham?”

“Hey. I umm well I needed to see you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Well for one the band broke up and because Camila told me to relay some big news to you.”

“The band broke up? But you guys were doing incredibly well.”

“Yeah well… anyways Camila wanted me to tell you that she got one of her director friends to come to your play and he was completely blown away by it so he’s offered you a job.”

“WHAT?!” You stood in the doorway of your childhood home with your jaw dropped and it seemed as if your brain had stopped computing.

“Yeah he wanted to have you come in tomorrow so I’ll be picking you up at 10am, not a second later.” He turned to walk back to his car but you tried to go stop him.

“Wait Graham! But…”

“No, no. Not a single word out of you. You better be here at that time or I’m leaving without you.”

“Right, okay.”

“See you tomorrow.”

The talk with the director went amazingly well and he truly did want you for the role. But it was set in France which meant you had to leave everything you had ever known and loved. Including Graham.

“I think you should go for it.” You two were seated on one of the outcrops that overlooked LA, leaving it spread open like a map for the two of you to decipher.

“But what about you? I just got you back Graham. Fuck I’m so stupid.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as his scent engulfed you. That mixture of cigarettes and the ocean that you knew all too well.

“You’re not stupid, I was being a shitty boyfriend, which is why I think you should go. This is your dream plus I have an idea of my own that I want to start up.”

“Oh and what’s that?”

“I want to open a rock bar near the beach.”

“You should call it The Six.” You said with a giggle.

“Oh shush.”

You spent the rest of that afternoon and evening catching up on life and future plans. Graham ended up convincing you to go to Paris and work on that movie. And you ended up convincing him to name his rock bar ‘The Six’.

“You know I’ll always love you right?” You said to him as you both laid in bed with moonlight streaming in.

“I’m always going to love you too. I’m never going to forget you Y/N.”

“I won’t either.”

Years later…

“Hi sweetheart, are you ready to go?” You heard the voice of your husband ask as you finished putting on your earrings.

“Almost. Now where is that little munchkin of mine?” You said as you ran into your toddler’s room in a pair of black heels. 

“Mama!”

“I’m going to miss you so much kiddo. Thank you so much for this, Sofia.”

“No problem, Mrs. Douglas. I hope you both have fun.”

“Thank you. See you later my darling.” You gave your little Andrea a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodbye kiddo.”

“Bye dada. Bye mama.” She answered as she waved from Sofia’s arms as your husband draped a coat onto your shoulders before tangling your hands together to step into the car.

“So where are we off to, Mike?”

“I was thinking somewhere we couldn’t get recognized.”

“Hmm so no fancy restaurants?”

“Well I thought since you religiously listen to that Aurora album, I would bring you to a rock bar.”

“Now that isn’t a bad idea.” That was when you both drove up to a little bar by the beach, with the logo in the front reading: ‘The Six’.

notes + details that didn't fit into the main story but i thought up:

To make it even sadder Graham wrote Y/N a song, and that's what he sings when he sees her in the bar. I didn't include this bit because it felt natural to have it end where it did but idk I might make a bonus scene in the future.

If anyone was keen enough to notice they would have seen that Mike is actually Michael Douglas. for context: I was thinking up of men to have Y/N married to and looked up famous actors from the 70s and I've always liked Michael Douglas (I love Basic Instinct and Ant Man - I still have to watch Fatal Attraction) so he was like the natural pick.

The change in format from my other djats fics is deliberate. Y/N in this case is barely mentioned in the history of the band and that's mostly because Graham told everyone not to talk about her. plus when Julia asked her, she basically answered that she wasn't too much part of the band to be considered in their story. I like to imagine that like Karen or Daisy would make an offhand comment about it and the reddit stans would speculate so much.

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[bloodynereid]

I was wondering if you could write like the reader taking care of graham dunne if not taht is comepletly fine have a great day/night 💗💗💗

Tucked Away in the Ocean

pairing: graham dunne x fem! reader

a/n: hiii tysm for request anon! i absolutely love this idea and i thought i would use it as an excuse to project my dream date night (and i added some stuff to your original request). i always envision graham with a really cool s.o. cause of karen lol. hopefully you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it. requests are open!

tw: mentions of drinking, mentions of djats drama, talks about marriage & children, some period typical misogyny (it's only briefly mention - it's literally like a line), FLUFF, kissing

description: your boyfriend just got back from touring and you have a special night in planned.

You knew that touring was both incredibly draining as it was rewarding. Having gone on The Six’s first tour right after Cami and Billy’s wedding, you were used to sleeping in crappy hotel room beds and having to constantly be on the move; which is why you knew how exhausted Graham would be when he got home… especially with how insane the last few shows had been.

You normally would have gone with Graham for the whole tour but you only got to be there for the first shows before a huge case was thrown in the laps of the law firm you were currently interning for. And being a female lawyer in the 70s was not easy which meant you usually had to work extra hard. 

Graham was completely aware of this and he ended up checking up during every single nightly phone call. You vividly remembered all the late night study sessions where he helped quiz you on each one of your flashcards, as well as the times where instead of going to one of his huge parties he would stay with you in your apartment and watch movies on the couch.

Smiling, you thought back to the day you met Graham. It was almost as if you were there again, the salty brine of the sea permeating your nose whilst the cold waves lapped around your floating body. 

You usually went down to the beach for an escape, thankfully your apartment was only a 20 minute drive to the ocean or else you might have had a mental breakdown by the time you finished your law degree.

It wasn’t strange for the beach to be completely empty, especially if it was the middle of a weekday, which is why it surprised you to see someone else enjoying the ocean as much as you were. 

He had brown hair that was curling at the ends from the ocean’s spray as he surfed. His eyes met yours as he, once again, caught a wave and after sending you a charming little smile he went tumbling into the ocean’s basin.

You laugh twinkled out over the waves and you slowly started to swim over to the spot where he was currently floating on his board.

“Hi!” You said with a teasing smile as you laid your elbows onto the board with only your head peeking out from the waves.

“Hi there.”

“You look like you took quite a tumble.”

“Well I was distracted.”

“Hmm really?” You tilted your head and wiped off a stray droplet of water from your arm. 

“Yes, there was this beautiful woman staring at me and I don’t think anyone would have been able to stay on that board if they had those eyes on them.” 

Your body was singing in adoration and you could feel as your smile broadened. He was as cute as he was charming.

“I think the woman didn’t really mean for you to fall.”

“I’m not placing the blame on her at all… now does this beautiful woman have a name?”

“Y/N and what might the charming surfer’s name be?”

“Graham. Graham Dunne.”

You let out a small laugh at how dorky his James Bond-like introduction had been as you carefully poured the wine you had gotten from your anniversary trip and struck a match to light the candles. That was when you heard the jingling of keys against the apartment door and you wandered out of your small dining room/kitchen with a big smile on your face.

 As Graham stepped through the doors you basically flung yourself across the room into his arms. He laughed as you basically became a koala encircled around him and he started littering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Hi darling.” He smiled at you lovingly after you extracted yourself from his hold.

“Hi, my favorite rockstar. How was the trip back?”

“Tense but I’m much better now.” He started to take off his coat and placed his guitar in the usual spot as you looked on.

“Well I really missed you.” He turned around and mirth sparkled in his eyes before he grabbed you again and started twirling you around the room.

“I missed you so, so much my love.” 

You laughed freely and when you were finally put back down onto the solid floor of the apartment you grabbed one of Graham’s hands as you led him into the dining room. 

“Y/N… this is beautiful. You really didn’t need to do this, darling. We could have just ordered takeout.”

“Graham, you deserve this. And I deserve a night with my boyfriend after these past few months. Let me take care of you.”

He smiled at you gratefully as you placed a fleeting kiss on his lips before turning on a Beatles record and grabbing the plates of… takeout from the kitchen.

“Okay you might have to deal with takeout though, I barely had time to cook when I got back from the firm. I got it from our favorite Italian!” You called out from the kitchen which just made Graham join you in the tiled room.

“Oh don’t worry I’ve been craving this for months, thanks darling. Takeout outside of LA is not the same.” 

He helped you place the different plates of pasta, bread and risotto on the table before pulling out your chair and then taking his place at the other end of your small table.

“Bon appétit mon amour.” You said, as you reached for his left hand.

“Bon appétit.” You kissed gently under the candlelight and then began to dig into the food.

After dinner you decided to just sit on the couch and put on an admittedly terrible horror movie, one of your favorite activities to do as a couple. You kept laughing at the cheesy jumpscares and talking over the atrocious dialogue. Graham was filling you up on all the ups and downs of the tour, he had just finished recounting the more than usual tension between Eddie and Billy.

“You know we should invite Cami and Billy over once all this is cleared up.” 

You said as you carefully ran your hands through his hair as his head rested on your lap. Graham looked up at you with those blue eyes of his with adoration shining through before saying:

“Definitely, I can’t wait to see Julia again.”

“I miss that kid, work has been so busy that I haven’t been able to meet with Cami in ages.”

“Would you ever want that?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“I mean like the whole thing, kids, marriage… you know?” He looked at you with eyebrows knitted together and a worried pout, you just smoothed out the wrinkle between his eyes and smiled softly.

“Yeah I think I do. But I only really want to do it with one person?” 

Graham’s face brightened and you were sure your expression mirrored his as you were filled with giddy excitement.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Graham placed small kisses over your arm leaving you giggling before he finally placed a kiss on your smiling lips. 

“How do you feel about going down to the beach tomorrow?” You asked after your little makeout session, trying to get back into a calm state since you were both exhausted.

“Don’t you have work?”

“Nope, weekend remember?”

“The beach sounds perfect darling.”

You look at each other’s eyes for a few more moments before focusing back on the movie. Taking care of each other had slowly become something you just did out of instinct but you felt something change that night. You knew you could spend the rest of your life with Graham and never feel anything other than love and admiration for the man who was currently lying on your lap. You felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Similar thoughts echoed through Graham’s mind as he felt your fingers start combing through his hair again.

lmk what you think ly (also lmk if you want to be added to any taglist)

[swiftgreatest]

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masterlist ✧⁠*⁠。

who i write for ｡⁠*⁠♡

about me ﾉ⁠✧.

[oatmealisweird]

Oatmealisweird Masterlist-

Obx, Daisy jones and the six, criminal minds, Hunger games

OBX

JJ maybank

I can't do it anymore - angst

gold rush (blurb)

John b

I’ll never let you go - fluff

Rafe Cameron

Why'd you have to break me? - angst (blurb)

Sarah Cameron

Our big day - fluff

Topper Thorton

As the sun sets - fluff ending

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

Camilla Dunne

Stay a little longer - light angst

Daisy Jones

Coming soon…

Billy Dunne

Don't go - Angst

Don't go PT2 - angst, fluff

Karen Sirko

Coming soon…

HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair

Home is with you (blurb) - Fluffy angst

Peeta Mellark

Coming soon…

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer reid

Coming soon…

Aaron Hotchner

Coming soon…

Derek Morgan

Coming soon…

[swiftgreatest]

hi everybody!! i'm accept requets for daisy jones and the six characters and henry cavill characters too!!