#sebastian chacon x fem!reader

[reasonsmandy]

Mrs Perfection

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* part two — Get Away Car

✧.* summary — You work on the same label as The Six with your band, and when Teddy Price suggests you do a feat with them you immediately accept, not knowing that their drummer would be one of your biggest "problems".

✧.* warnings — cursing, enemies to friends to lovers, silly fights between warren and the reader (If there are others that I forgot, I'll add them here later)

✧.* word count— 2.6k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — my first time posting here so maybe it's not perfect lol, as my first language is not English there may be some mistakes and I apologize for that.

Warren Rojas: Well, we'd crossed paths in the studio before, but we never got around to exchanging ideas. She seemed unsympathetic, you know? The kind that doesn't talk to anyone outside their circle.

Y/N L/N: I swear, I had never seen him until that day.

With The Six returning after the incidents that occurred on their last tour, Teddy Price was desperately looking for some way to improve the band's image on the label and with their public.So the idea of ​​doing a feature with the new rising band had fit like a glove, although Billy didn't like the idea very much he knew that if he wanted that to work he would have to cooperate, so they started to get the project off the ground.

You're the lead singer of the band Eternal, who had the number one song in the country that week, together with your bandmates you reached a consensus that it would be convenient and also interesting for you to participate in this project proposed by Price.So that morning as you drove into the studio your expectations were high as you parked at the record company.

Eddie Roundtree: Y/N arrived excited, and I confess that I was afraid that another Billy would be there to interfere… If you know what I mean.

Karen Sirko: We had expectations of course, but I was trying to stay grounded… I didn't want to get disappointed. But I swear to you, when we started to pick up the pace and start writing the song, I couldn't help but imagine everyone listening to it on the radio.

Billy Dunne: It wasn't easy to accept ideas, let's say… it was difficult to let someone else make decisions about a song that my band was going to play, you know?

Eddie Roundtree: Did he say my band? Fucking guy…

“Alright, can we go from the top?” You ask with the microphone in your hands, waiting for confirmation from the others.

Warren started to count for the beginning of the song and soon after the other instruments joined, as the melody entered your ears, something did not fit with what you had pictured you turned to the rest of the group trying to pinpoint what specifically was bothering you. It was hard for you to contain your grimace when you noticed the discomfort that the thunderous drums caused you, you raise one of your hands to indicate that they stop playing.

“Is there something wrong?” Billy asks impatiently.

“Actually yeah” you answer, approaching the drums. “I don't like how you sound in the song”

“What?” Warren asks, laughing in disbelief at the woman's claim.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong… you’re good but it just doesn’t fit” You say thoughtfully, still watching the drummer. “I feel like this should be a more slow song, calm”

Warren Rojas: I don't think I've ever been so angry in such a short amount of time.

Y/N L/N: I just asked him to smooth out on the beat, but it felt like the end of the world for him.

“Can you smooth out on the beat?” you ask, smiling slightly.

“Are you serious?” Warren inquires, frowning.

Graham Dunne: I don't think I've ever seen him serious like that, Y/N destroyed his sanity. *Laughing*

It was already the fifth time you had played the song, and everything finally seemed to fall into place until once again Rojas changed the beat of the song.

Y/N L/N: He could only be doing this to piss me off.

Again, you raise your hand asking them to stop.

"What now?" Warren says, rolling his eyes.

"You changed the pre chorus" You reply angrily.

"I haven't changed, I just improvise something to improve the song" The curly haired man says, twirling one of the sticks between his fingers.

"Well then, improvise some other time!" you had no idea how you hadn't hit him yet. "Now we are rehearsing what we had agreed"

Eddie Roundtree: To be honest, it was fun to see Warren pissed off.

"I'm glad you want to contribute Warren, but it's not the time" Billy says, almost begging with his eyes for the drummer to let it go.

"Exactly!" You smile cynically at Rojas.

"Alright, we'll do yours" The drummer responds, waiting for you to turn around to continue his phrase. "But yours it's not quite enough, it isn't perfect… You're always a second too slow in the entrance of the song, so we won't make it anyway!"

"What?" Disgusted, you turn to him. "That's not true! You're a second too fast."

"Impossible, I have perfect timing" Warren responds, laughing at the assumption that he mistimed the song.

"Fuck, you're impossible!" Annoyed you say turning away from him before you lose your mind

Warren Rojas: There was no way I was a second fast.

Y/N L/N: To be honest with you, when I got home that day I practiced the song's entrance until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Alright that's enough, we're wasting valuable rehearsal time!" Karen said, Trying to get the attention of the chaotic duo.

"Well tell that to Mrs Perfection, over there" The drummer says, smiling from the corner of his mouth.

You spent more time improving and practicing the song, the music was taking shape and staying in a way that most were enjoying.

Warren Rojas: I fucking hated that song, You can barely hear the drums.

Y/N L/N: If I liked the song? I think it's one of my favorites.

When everyone was already preparing to leave the studio, Warren walks towards you before you can leave. He stops in front of you, Like he was trying to intimidate you.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked, crossing your arms and glaring at the drummer.

"Actually yes" he says, moving closer to you "I hate to make unnecessary fuss, but it seems like you just have a thing for me."

"A thing for you?" You question, laughing at the situation. "I'm sorry drummer but I don't even remember your name…"

Warren Rojas: What can I say, she caught me off guard on this one.

Y/N L/N: *chuckled* I knew his name, including his last name. But I sure as hell wasn't going to let him know that.

….

Graham Dunne: The song was a hit, it was literally everywhere.

Karen Sirko: I think my hunches were right.

Billy Dunne: We were back, and with one of the most heard songs in the country.

Warren Rojas: Good part is we had a hit, bad part is so did she… And that means she would be with us on shows, interviews, photo shoots. I just couldn't get rid of her.

Eddie Roundtree: *laughing* Warren seemed obsessed, every time it was something about Y/N coming out of his mouth.

Y/N L/N: I couldn't stand his presence, he just pissed me off… a lot!

On the way to the radio station where you were going to be interviewed that afternoon, you listened to your music on the radio with the volume blaring. You were happily singing making your way to the entrance with Karen, until you noticed the drummer leaning against the wall outside the venue smoking something, beside him Eddie was reading a newspaper.

You sighed, before approaching the pair of friends.

"Hi Eddie, you good?" You ask, smiling at the blonde who wraps you up in a quick hug.

"I'm alright, you?" He responds, pulling out of the hug.

"I'm great" You say, turning to the drummer who pretended not to acknowledge your presence "Drummer." You greet him quickly.

"Did you have to bring her?" Warren complains to the keyboardist. "You know I hate her."

"I'm standing right here, you know" You say, rolling your eyes.

"I know." The curly-haired man says, as if he can't stand the woman's presence anymore.

"You know what, go fuck yourself!" Annoyed you answer him, moving away from the group towards your bandmates.

"Really Warren?" Karen asks, a little irritated by the drummer's attitude. Receiving silence as an answer.

"Everything good there buddy?" Eddie says in a teasing tone, noticing that the drummer's eyes were on the woman he loathed so much.

Warren Rojas: Everything was great until I finally looked at her and noticed that… Her legs were something else. *chuckled*

…

Eddie Roundtree: When I tell you he got obsessed, I mean it.

Graham Dunne: Even after Daisy joined the band, he couldn't seem to get over the fact that Y/N asked for those drum changes that day.

Y/N L/N: Warren and I were... Well, we're a complicated thing. He hasn't left my back since that day, and I honestly don't know if I wanted him to.

"Good morning everyone" You say upon entering the studio reception, oddly enough you were having a good day.

That was until your eyes met this scene: Warren sitting on the couch with Debbie sitting on his lap, arms around her waist. You swallowed hard, trying not to show how weird it all made you feel. Warren's eyes meet yours for a few seconds before you break eye contact, involuntarily leaving an annoyed look on your face.

You were so focused on that scene that you didn't notice Teddy approaching you, the producer hugs you as a way of greeting and you hug him back.

"So today we had an unforeseen event with your drummer, he ended up getting sick and called saying he couldn't participate in this week's sessions" Teddy says, letting all the joy you initially had that day slip away. It would be much more difficult to record without the drummer, even more so when they rehearse to fit him later.

Price notices your worried expression and immediately comforts you, or at least tries to.

"But don't worry, I've talked to Warren and he's available to help you." Teddy says, with a smile on his face.

Y/N L/N: I'd rather have to deal with the consequences of going a week without a drummer.

Warren Rojas: Worst week of my life.

You take Teddy's arm and when he looks at you, you make a sign that you want to talk to him privately. He follows you to a farther hallway.

"Teddy, I appreciate your generosity in finding someone else to help us, I really do." You say, searching for the words to tell him it was a bad idea to put you and Rojas on the same team.

"But?" He asks, not understanding where the conversation was heading.

"We don't get along at all" You chuckled, hoping he would understand but his response was just a cynical frown.

"So start getting along, you're not in kindergarten anymore" Teddy responds, like it's the easiest thing on the planet to do. "We can't be steps behind, and Warren is a great drummer."

"Great is too strong a word" You say, hoping to get a laugh out of the man, which didn't happen. "Fine, but if he doesn't cooperate…"

"If he doesn't cooperate, you come to me and we'll see it again." Teddy proposes, turning to go back to reception "Now, for God's sake go to work!"

You follow him to the reception again, approaching Warren and Debbie and positioning yourself in front of the tv, Warren looks at you arching his eyebrows waiting for you to get out of there.

"We have work to do." You say, directing your words towards the girl on the drummer's lap. "If you'll excuse us, dear." it was hard to hide the irritation in your voice.

The woman smiles uncomfortably, noting that somehow her presence was bothering you, she gets up off the drummer's lap and heads into a room you genuinely didn't care where it was. Warren doesn't say goodbye to the girl, his eyes still linger on you, which made you genuinely proud to have gotten his attention.

The curly haired man wore a vest and bell-bottoms that made him extremely attractive, and when that thought crossed your mind you started to question yourself about what you really thought of him, what he made you feel.

"Just to be clear, I don't want her in our rehearsals." You say, fixing your hair. "We have a lot of work to do and it wouldn't be nice to have distractions"

"Are you jealous?" He says provocatively, smiling at the sight of her face.

"No, I'm not!" You chuckled, crossing your arms going into the next room.

"Oh, you really are jealous!" The drummer says getting up and following you to the room where you were going to rehearse "Wait, why would you be jealous?"

"I am not jealous drummer"

Warren Rojas: I know when someone is jealous, and she sure was.

Y/N L/N: You're not going to tell him, are you? Okay okay I was jealous.

…

Interviewer: And how was your experience playing for Y/N's band?

Warren Rojas: She didn't let it be easy, but at the same time spending more time with her was interesting…

"Do you mind going back to the beginning of the chorus?" You ask the guitarist in the band. "Kyle, can you keep up with him?"

"I can keep up with everything you ask for sugar" the bassist Kyle responds, making you uncomfortable with the comment.

Kyle has done this to you before, trying to get too close to you, flirting with you, commenting on your clothes and hair. Things like that made you extremely uncomfortable the last few days, the rest of your bandmates noticed this behavior but decided not to comment.

"Could you stop with that?" Warren says irritably, the bassist has already made several comments of this kind to you.

Warren Rojas: That guy was clearly bothering her, and besides we were there to play, nothing more.

"Excuse me?" The bassist laughs, moving closer to Warren.

"You heard me, leave the girl alone." The drummer gets up, ready to join that fight.

"Alright alright!" You say, drawing attention to you again. "Let's take a five minute break."

Kyle takes the bass off his shoulder, storming out of the room. The other band members slowly left for coffee, leaving you and Rojas alone in the room.

"Wow, you're actually nice to me for once." You say approaching him, smiling at him for the first time.

"I won't make a habit out of it." Warren grins at you, taking in every detail of your face as if he wants to memorize it.

"Oh there's the Warren I know" Rolling your eyes you turn away.

Warren Rojas: So she knew my name.

Y/N L/N: If you saw his eyes when I said his name… *chuckled* It was very cute.

Rojas gets up from the drum bench, going towards a bag that was in the corner of the room, taking a snack from it. After that, he approaches you again, extending the food package, offering you a little.

“What is that? poison?” Arching your eyebrows you say, suspecting Warren's attitude.

“It's literally just lunch" Pretending to be offended he responds, bringing one of his hands to his chest. "That I figured I should kindly share, but if you’re not hungry then…” Pushing the pack away from you he says

“No, wait, I am! thanks, i guess..” You say smiling shyly, taking one of the snacks and eating with him.

Warren Rojas: Maybe it became a habit after that day, being kind to her.

Y/N L/N: I was really scared of getting food poisoning after eating that.

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... If you wanted to ask for something my requests are open, and if you want to ask and don't have any ideas check out my prompt list :) xoxo

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

[reasonsmandy]

Te amo, mi amor

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

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

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

✧.* warnings — Fluff, Warren being extremely cute

✧.* word count — 2.0k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Your voice barely comes out.

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

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

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

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

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

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... If you wanted to ask for something my requests are open, and if you want to ask and don't have any ideas check out my prompt list :) xoxo

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

[reasonsmandy]

Love Me Again

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* you're reading part two of — Love Alone

✧.* collab — @dj-ts

✧.* summary — They say nothing heals like time, but what do we do when that time is not enough to deal with your wounds? What do we do when we are not talking about a wound but a mark, a scar that was shaped by passion, desire and love? You thought that time would make you forget him, but there are things that are impossible to erase. And Warren Rojas, for sure, was one of those.

✧.* warnings — Nothing too drastic, read on and find out. (I believe that anything I put here will be a spoiler)

✧.* word count — 8.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I was so excited for you guys to read this, I really hope you like it. Special thanks to @dj-ts who wrote this masterpiece with me, thank you so much 🫶🏾. And as always, good reading.

The hours passed slowly, you were almost being devoured by the anxiety that was growing in your chest, you watched the clock on the wall anxiously waiting and waiting in frustration. Your foot couldn't stop tapping against the floor, your hands were sweating and your heart was beating so fast it could leap out of your chest at any moment.

You couldn't wait any longer, and gathering all the courage that was left in you, you got up. Without further ado, you put everything you needed in your bag and decide to walk to Camila's house, if you held that secret any longer you could explode for sure.

The way there, despite not being so long, seemed to take forever. You felt a huge tightness in your chest that wouldn't go away for nothing, you were scared... Very scared. You weren't expecting any of this, everything was going as smoothly as planned, the band had released a song that had blown up all over the country, the label had taken them back and Warren looked happier than ever, you loved seeing him like this and you had no idea what this news would do... How it would be received or how you yourself would deal with it.

You take a deep breath staring at your best friend's door, hoping she would be there to help you. You knock on the door, staring at your feet trying to regulate your breathing, you can hear someone's footsteps approaching and soon the doorknob turns opening the door. As soon as you see the brunette the tears you refused to let out, invade your face.

"Y/N darling, what are you doing here so early?" Camila had her hair tied up in a bun, Julia was sleeping peacefully in a crib behind her, she still hadn't looked at you and when she did and saw tears in your eyes, her eyes widened. "Baby what's going on? Come in."

The woman sits you down on the couch in the living room, crouching down in front of you, waiting for you to calm down. She caresses your knees trying to comfort you, trying to understand what had happened.

"Y/N I don't mean to rush you, but you're scaring me." She whispers after a few minutes.

"I'm pregnant Cami." You say and she sighs, in fact it wasn't something she expected.

Camila leaving the floor sits beside you, hugging you tightly, you stayed like that for a long time until you calmed down. She breaks the hug, looking deep into your eyes. She was scared but she knew her feelings didn't compare to yours, there was something different between her situation with Billy and yours with Warren.

Deep down she knew that she and Billy would make it work, she had confidence in their love and in what they had been building for so many years. But between you and Warren everything seemed so uncertain, at least from Camila's point of view, your relationship seemed to be sustained on the sands of a beach prone to strangely unpredictable tides.

And with that in mind, Camila feared what this child could mean, and not only for them on this journey of being parents, but also how this child would deal with this constant instability in their lives.

"And what do you want to do?" She takes your hands, trying to reassure you. "I'm here to help you with any decision."

"I want to keep it." You couldn't stop crying, tears fell down your face involuntarily. "But I'm so scared of what he would think… We never talked about this before."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you realize the magnitude of the situation. What if Warren doesn't want the baby? What if he leaves you? You had always been so sure of your feelings towards him, but now everything feels uncertain.

You take a deep breath and try to shake off the thoughts that have been haunting you for so long. The gaps in your relationship with Warren seem to be widening with each passing day. It's as if you're standing on the edge of a precipice, staring down at the dark unknown below, and you can't help but wonder if you're about to lose the love of your life.

Those memories of unrequited love come flooding back, reminding you of all the moments that still haunt you to this day. You remember the way he never said he loved you back, or the way he always pushed you away when things got too close. You can't help but wonder if he'll react the same way to this unexpected news, and the thought alone sends shivers down your spine.

You asked Camila for some time to think, you said that you would stay there in the backyard smoking alone and obviously your friend did not invade your space, making it clear that if you needed it, just call.

As you watched the sky, the tightness in your chest increased, you were in front of something so unknown that it scared you, nothing in your moment brought you a firmament, quite the contrary. But at the same time that the tide of insecure thoughts was taking over you, a breach of warm and crystalline waters showed you a little bit of hope.

You would hear Julia's laughter at one time or another, and when you took your eyes to them you could see the little girl laughing and playing with her mother's hair, your heart racing at the thought of your future child, what would it be like to be a mother? What would the face of your great love's creation look like? You thought of the way your baby's hair could be curled like his father's, the thought of having a child like him filled your heart with joy.

You were afraid, but fear was not enough to quell your longing for this baby, the longing you had for a family by Warren's side. You imagined the way he could be a great father, how he would teach the child to play the drums with the greatest pride in the world, how he would be proud of every achievement of the baby. You knew Warren, he was the most eccentric person you knew and you had no other image of him as a father.

After spending a few hours with Camila, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. She tells you about her own experiences with motherhood and how it has changed her life for the better. As you prepare to leave, you feel ready to face Warren and share the news with him, even though the little voice inside your head told you that something was going to change and not in a good way.

As you walk back home to Laurel Canyon, your mind races with excitement and anticipation. You can't wait to tell Warren and start planning your future together as a family. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach that showed your anxiety, but the more you ignored the more they flew and messed with your cognition.

Despite these doubts, you push them away, determined to believe that everything will work out. But little did you know that the night ahead would be one of the most challenging of your life, and that your hopes and dreams for the future would soon come crashing down.

And every time you visited the memories of that day you regretted not listening to that little voice.

…

One year later

Eddie Roundtree: After she left… Warren was different.

Karen Sirko: He was out of control, at least.

Camila Dunne: I still kept in touch with Y/N for sure! She was my best friend and it wasn't a stupid move by Warren that was going to keep me away from her. But if I'm honest with you he had become someone else when she was gone.

Interviewer: Did you tell him what she told you?

Camila Dunne: *sighs* She asked me not to, I was not in my place to say anything.

Warren Rojas: When she left I... I didn't know what to do, I thought that I would finally have my freedom and that now I could live without owing anyone anything. But her absence left me with more withdrawal than any addict.

Your absence was something nothing and no one could prepare Warren for, he didn't know that losing the woman who was always by his side was going to be so agonizing and torturous, he pretended not to miss you. He hid the frustration that built in his chest every day he woke up and didn't feel you next to him in bed, he tried to ignore the tears that formed every time he remembered the nights you spent hours talking so he could help you with your sleeping problems, he tried to fill the void that your absence left in his chest in all the simple moments of his day, but it was all in vain.

He had lost count of how many women he had been with trying to forget you, imagining that would be what would fill the infinite abyss in his chest. He imagined your lips in place of hers, your hands running through the curly strands of his hair, he imagined your hands providing him that pleasure, nothing compared to having you actually there. Nothing worked, he tried all kinds of things but everyday when he woke up the feeling was still there, like it was taking your place.

As Warren tried to move on from the pain of losing you, he found himself drawn to other women, hoping to fill the void that had been left in his heart. But with every date, every kiss, every attempt at starting something new, he couldn't help but feel like he was betraying the memory of the one person who truly understood him. The only person who made him feel that way, nothing else fit the void you left.

Even though you were no longer together, his heart still belonged to you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake in letting you go.

It wasn't until you were gone that he realized how much he truly loved you, and now he was left with the regret of his actions and the painful realization that he may never find someone who could fill the void you left behind.

He was laying in bed, the soft sheets crumpled beneath him as he stared up at the ceiling, willing the tears to stop flowing down his face. But the memories of you were too vivid, too overwhelming. He could almost feel the warmth of your body next to his, the way your hand would intertwine with his in the darkness.

He could hear the sound of your laughter echoing in the room, as fresh and joyous as the first time he heard it, he could picture perfectly the way you whimpered under his touch every night when he was making you his, that room held all the most intimate and cherished moments between you two and although he knew that being there was like poke his wound he couldn't leave it behind the only thing that held you - or the memories of you at least - with him.

He remembered the way you would always eat breakfast in the morning together, the smell of the brewing beans filling the room and chasing away the last remnants of sleep. And now, as he lay there alone, he realized that he would never experience those moments again. The pain was like a knife twisting in his chest, sharp and unrelenting, and he needed it to stop. He needed to feel you again, holding you close to him again.

He didn't sleep that night, the cool air from the open window seeping into his bones as he tossed and turned. Despite trying to quiet his thoughts, he couldn't get rid of the image of what he missed so much: a life by your side. A few months after you left, he began to notice that none of the things he achieved or wanted to enjoy were as fun without you there. Little by little, when all the adrenaline from the drugs and shows passed, he felt that tightness in his chest again. And as the months went by, he realized that you were indeed the woman he loved, that he wanted to be close to, that he wanted to call his own and that he wanted to be... And he had let you go.

As soon as he noticed the morning taking over the sky, he got up. The hardwood floors creaked under his feet as he made his way to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon lingered in the air. Rojas didn't talk to anyone as he walked through the kitchen, his friends probably noticing the brooding look on his face. He didn't take long to grab the keys to his van and head to Billy and Camila's house. He couldn't do it anymore... He needed to have you back.

As he drove through the streets, he watched the city waking up, the stores opening, people leaving their homes to go to their jobs, families taking their children to school, seniors walking their pets. The world around him was alive and moving forward, but he felt stuck in the past, as if with your departure a pause had held him back in that moment where he was crying, sitting on your bed, staring at your empty closet. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything it touched, but to Rojas, the world was gray and lifeless without you by his side.

Warren knocked desperately on the door without stopping, he didn't think that maybe he could wake up Julia or Billy and Camila, he just urgently needed that address, he needed to know where you were.

"Jeez, I'm going!" He heard Camila's weak voice on the other side of the wooden object.

She opens the door with Julia in her lap, she frowns, wondering why the drummer is at her door so early.

"Warren?" She was interrupted by the drummer entering the house, and as soon as he passed she closed the door. "Is everything okay?"

"No Cami." He answers her in spanish, turning to her with tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do…"

Camila leaves Júlia in the crib she had in the living room, inviting Warren to sit with her on the couch.

"What's going on?" She asks, concerned in her eyes.

"I need to see her, Cami." Warren looked exhausted, as if all of his energy had drained out of his body. "I can't fucking sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything without her! I can't stand being away from her anymore…"

"Warren…" She feels her heart ache, he looked really messed up. "You really fucked up."

"I know Cami, I know that I was a fucking asshole and you have no idea how much I regret it." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"She's fine Warren, I don't want you to hurt her again." Camila says sincerely.

"Camila I don't know how to live without her." Warren had tears in his eyes. "Believe me I tried, but every time I tried to be with someone else... I don't know, it felt wrong, like I was cheating on her."

"And why did it take you so long to realize that?" Camila had a calm voice, as if trying to understand if what he said was true.

"Because I'm an idiot, I didn't realize how important she is to me until she left." He confesses, trying to organize the thoughts that have been plaguing him. "I miss her, every detail... The way she loved to talk me to sleep, the way I could tell her about anything she would make it sound interesting, the way she smiled every time I called her doll… I miss the way she would call my name while I-"

Camila stops him. "Okay okay, no need so many details."

"What I mean to say is that I'm empty without her, I can't keep going without her Cami." He played nervously with the rings on his hands.

"I can't Warren, I'm sorry." The brunette said, avoiding looking at him. "It is complicated…"

"I know it's complicated! I'm living this complicated moment since the love of my fucking life left me." Warren exploded in frustration. "Come on Cami, don't you love Billy?" Camila nods slowly, trying to understand what he means. "Then you know what I'm talking about, she's the air I breathe, and you're the only one who can help me."

"Look, she's not the same anymore… Do you understand that?" With every word she said, Warren grew more confused. "I mean that she isn't under the same circumstances as a year ago, she's not alone Warren. And you should know that entering her life again means risking a lot for her."

Warren feels his chest tighten, what he feared maybe was happening, you got over it and were happy without him. He loved seeing that beautiful smile on your face, but he knew he wasn't ready to not be the reason for that smile.

"You mean that…" He doesn't find the courage to say what he was thinking. "Look, I just need to talk to her, and for once be honest about everything. Please Cami."

"I swear to God Warren if you do anything to her, I'll fucking kill you!" She gives him the address. "Please, don't fuck this up"

…

20 minutes later

You struggled to keep your eyes open, your daughter hadn't let you sleep all night, she was a little sick and was demanding a lot from you. So, after spending a sleepless night next to her, you had just put the baby to sleep when a knock on the door filled the house with noise.

“Fuck, shut up, shut up, shut up,” you muttered to yourself hoping that your baby wouldn’t wake up because of the sound. Once you were down the stairs you said “Coming!” in hopes that whoever it was wouldn’t knock again.

Then you opened the door. Never expecting what your eyes would find, Warren was there looking as tired as you, but probably for different reasons. His hands were in his pockets and he was rocking back and forth nervously, you had imagined this moment many times before but experiencing it was a completely different thing.

For some reason you believed your eyes were deceiving you somehow, you stared at that face you've admired so many times before with curiosity and at the same time reluctance. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Warren?” you asked breathless.

He looked at you with his big puppy eyes, he was a little out of breath from the rush of it all, the nervousness of the whole situation, the rush of going to Camila's house to get here to see you without even processing the information taking over him, now that he finally stopped to breathe.

You hadn’t seen him in a year but he looked the same, the characteristic mustache on his face accentuated his beauty, the curls fell over his face in a relaxed way just as you remembered. He looked like the Warren you loved way back when, the man that made your heart beat faster, the love of your life.

“What are you doing here—” you started but were, characteristically, cut off by the ever impatient man standing in front of you.

“I love you,” he stated, his voice unwavering. His eyes were teary and hearing those words that you've waited so long for so many years was like finally breathing after a swim.

Your surprised look was evident, your racing heart was beating so hard that you felt it would jump out of your chest, the emotion was so strong that words would not come out. Should you believe him?

“Warren, I-” You start to say, your voice shaky evident. "I don't know if it's a great time for this conversation."

You try to ignore the tightness that grows in your chest, avoiding looking into his eyes as much as possible, you knew that if you looked a little longer at that paradise you would surrender. You tried to obey your instincts and close the door in his face, close any loophole that would leave an outlet for him to hurt you or hurt your daughter, but something inside you wouldn't allow it.

Warren slowly approaches you, noticing your hands gripping the door tightly, he brings his hand to yours, touching it gently as if he is gradually noticing how far he can go with you. Feeling his touch on you was like an electric shock, a surge of life in a dead body, it was like a guide to what you called and recognized as home.

Your eyes went to his hand over yours, the lump in your throat grew and the urge to cry came, why did everything have to be so intense with him? You wanted to let him in, that much was obvious, but there was so much at stake…you had gotten used to getting along without him.

"Warren, this is not a good time." You repeat, trying to sound more firm in your decision this time.

He smiles a little, averting his gaze downwards. “Y/N, listen to me, Please…"

Before you could say anything, the cry of your baby girl answered for you. She had woken from the commotion downstairs. The declarations of love, the tension… maybe she knew it was her father. Maybe she knew it was time.

You feel your entire body go cold, your legs weaken and your knees tremble threatening to give out. You close your eyes hoping that this is all a nightmare, obviously it wasn't your little one's fault, but it was surprising how she had chosen the worst moment to cry.

Warren glanced up the stairs where the cry came from and looked back at you in utter shock. People always thought him the airhead of the group but you knew just by looking at him that he caught on immediately what was going on. His face was pale, he seemed to be thinking a thousand things at the same time and he was actually thinking, trying to understand if he had heard correctly, but the continuation of the baby's cry leaves no room for any further doubt.

“Wh- Y/n… When Camila said you weren’t alone, I thought she meant… Well, I thought she meant you were dating someone or married or something, I didn’t think… You have a baby?” Warren thought out loud, it was hard to organize his jumbled thoughts.

You squint in frustration, sighing heavily, you feel trapped. “You have one too. We have one.. a baby, I mean” You responded, ripping off the bandaid once and for all.

For minutes his world changes, it was as if everything around him froze and your words constantly reverberated in his mind, a baby... He had a child. "It 's mine?” Warren asked, still choked with the information.

His eyes seemed to sparkle, and you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face, “She’s yours, yes."

He sighs, feeling and processing everything he had just heard, he had a daughter, and he had spent all this time away from her... His chest tightens at the thought of the lost moments, the consequences of his bad choices.

You observe his frustrated expression, trying to decipher what to do from then on, he already knew everything, nothing fairer than letting him meet his daughter, right? Your wounded heart had the tendency to protect your girl from him, not to let her suffer the same way you suffered through her father's attitudes, but she had to make that choice, not you for her.

“Would you like to meet her?” you ask, opening the door slightly.

“I don’t want to intrude, I mean obviously there’s a reason you didn’t tell me,” He whispered, still shocked by the revelation

“Warren, please. She’s your kid, of course you can meet her,” You answered, deliberately ignoring the fact that you didn’t tell him. You open the door wider and let him in. “Her room is just upstairs.”

Warren flashes a grateful smile, as if he knows he's being given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Stepping on eggshells, he approaches you, entering the house.

You guide him up the stairs, he observes your cozy home, the frames with pictures of you with family members he knew very well, others with friends he had in common with you, others with some people that he didn't know. He stops on a step, looking at a picture of you pregnant, he feels his chest tighten and you just notice him stop out of nowhere, and turns around to understand what happened.

"You look stunning." He says, almost in a whisper.

You look fondly at the image, you never thought to have him looking at it one day. "She didn't want to be born at all, I was about to explode." You say with a laugh, remembering the circumstances in which the photo was taken.

Your belly was huge, you were wearing a flowery dress lying on a sofa, a doll on top of your belly and a genuine smile on your face.

You don't continue the story, you just keep going up the stairs, he accompanies you.

Warren shakily made his way towards you. He was shaking so he grabbed the railing of the stairs, his knuckles going white. You pretended not to notice. Or maybe you just didn’t notice, you had your own nerves to worry about.

Your nerves were a live-wire but you knew it was only an opportunity. You didn’t let him in on the pregnancy, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t get the choice of being a father to his child. That didn’t mean the baby should grow up without a father entirely. You were wary, of course you were wary, but you had to think for the both of you— rationally.

He had hurt you so much that night, the pain of a broken heart wasn't easy to deal with, and carrying his daughter was a constant reminder of the love that could work. But besides that, your girl had shown you that what you felt for Warren wasn't crazy, that from the beginning back in Pittsburgh things had a purpose because they would lead you here, where you would hold your little girl in your arms for the first time and feel complete.

Giving Warren access to something so protected by you was difficult, you were so afraid of what it would unleash. You stop at her bedroom door, gripping the doorknob with all the strength you have in you, before opening it, you turn to him.

"You know this is a once in a lifetime chance, don't you?" The fear in your eyes was evident, and he understood that. "Please Rojas, don't fuck this up."

He doesn't say anything, and you don't waste any more time, opening the door to the crying baby’s nursery. You didn’t even wait for him to walk in; you went straight to the kid and tried to calm her down. You wanted somewhere to put your arms so Warren couldn’t see you shaking. He wouldn’t have minded but you didn’t care.

You wouldn't let him see you vulnerable, not now.

You nap the little one on your lap and when she finally calms down you notice the man approaching you slowly, as if he didn't know how to deal with this situation. The little girl had her eyes closed, her curly black hair was disheveled, probably due to the nap she just had.

You kiss her forehead, still holding her close to your chest, reassuring the baby in your arms. You take your gaze to the man huddled in the room, indicating with your head for him to approach.

Rojas takes light steps towards you, watching the baby in your lap, feeling his heart racing in his chest. When he finally comes to you and looks at the baby's face he feels complete, she was sleeping peacefully the curls on her head were messy, black strands similar to her father's, her nose was identical to yours and Warren doesn't stop smiling when he notices such a detail, she was the perfect combination of the two of you, the result of what the universe always wanted for you.

“Holy shit,” Warren said, his voice shaky and eyes watery, “She’s so cute. Like little raviolis put together to make a little baby,” he chuckled.

You laughed at that and realized exactly how much you truly missed him. Your laughter fills his ears like a tune from a perfect symphony, he feels the butterflies in his stomach wake up and dance to the effect that someone special is nearby. He's been missing this so much, feeling complete with you by his side.

He takes his gaze to you, it was inevitable, your laughter brought him closer and closer to you. And seeing you laugh while rolling your eyes, he remembered what it was like to feel complete.

“Only you, Warren,” you said, wishing that you could have this with him all the time. You notice his eyes glazed over the baby, and after struggling a lot with the inner voice of wisdom within you, you question. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Is that ok?” he asked in response, his eyes never leaving the little girl.

“Of course it’s ok, silly, she’s your kid,” you reminded him. Carefully, you handed your baby over to her father and watched him melt at the feel of her in his arms. You felt like your knees might give out at the sight of your daughter with him like that— it was just such a tender moment.

“What’s her name?” he asked without looking away from her. You knew every detail of him, you knew he was trying hard not to cry.

The little girl finds the different contact strange, moving in her father's lap, she frowns and you smile with the expressions that this little being was capable of making.

“Liz,” you said. His eyes snapped up to you. "Actually, Elizabeth.” Watching him with her in his arms was an exciting and at the same time triggering scene, you had imagined this moment many times during pregnancy and after her birth, having your thoughts come alive was at least something.

For a while you remained in a soft silence, Warren didn't take his eyes off little Liz as if he memorized every detail of her. You waited for her to sleep, and when she finally did so, you led Rojas to the living room of your house, offering him something to eat.

You felt the silence consume you both, the questions, the anguish, the longing, the yearning all hovered between you as the water boiled for the coffee you made. Warren stared at your every move, your presence was something he wanted so badly he was afraid of doing something to lose it. But silence couldn't remain forever, he waits for you to sit on the couch next to him.

“Doll… Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned as a tear fell down his cheek.

You sigh, as many times as you thought about this conversation, having it was something else entirely... Everything you thought to say, all the ways you thought to act, slipped from your mind as you looked straight into his eyes.

“The day that I saw you kiss that other girl." You clarify, he nods, embarrassed by the matter. "That was the day I found out, earlier. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you after all I saw."

You thought that after a year it was going to be easier, but the knot that rises in your throat is proof that it wasn't.

Your hands were shaking and when he noticed that he wanted very much to take them in his, to show comfort, but your withdrawal indicated that it was better not.

"We had never talked about kids before, I didn’t know how you’d react. I had just seen the love of my life kissing another woman, I didn't have the courage to tell you. I also didn't want you to think this was my way of keeping you close."

"I would never think that…" he cuts you off, not offended but trying to explain himself somehow.

"But, can you blame me for thinking that Warren?" You laugh wryly, rolling your eyes slightly. "Through all the years we dated you never said you loved me." You shrug, he feels your chest tighten and you continue.

"Of course I didn’t want to do it on my own but I knew I could manage, and I have,” you replied, “I wanted to tell you, I did, but… I don't know, I needed my time.”

“Were you going to tell me?,” he asked, afraid of the answer.

"I was going to, I just didn't know when." You sigh, feeling the surroundings weigh.

There was a beat then— a tension that hung in the air with words both of you wanted to say but only one of you had the courage.

"I know I hurt you a lot." He started to say, your chest tightening as you realized he was going to bring up the subject. "But I would like to redeem myself, I would like to be part of this child's life... Your life."

"She is your daughter, you can certainly be part of her life." You assure him, this certainty brings him comfort, but when he notices that you were not included in that speech, he feels afraid. "I just hope you know that I'm her mother, and that's all, I'm your daughter's mom."

He felt his chest tighten, he knew this was possible, the chances of rejection were high and he was dealing with them now, but it hurt not to have you. It hurts to have failed you so much. He tries to ignore the tears that are reluctant to come out of his eyes, he takes a deep breath, trying not to let his frustrations out on you.

"I love you doll." He says, looking deep into your eyes, the words echo like magic inside you. "And I understand, but I want you to know that I want you as my girlfriend, my wife, my forever."

"Warren, please." Your words came out in a whisper, too many emotions for one day. "Would you mind leaving me alone now? You can come back tomorrow."

He already expected this reaction, and always aiming to respect your space he gets up.

"Of course." You guide him to the door, and before he leaves, he turns around. "I'll be back tomorrow, and I promise you that every day I'll show you that you made a great choice in giving me another chance."

"Have a great night Rojas." You say, closing the door, and as soon as you hear the click of it the tears in your eyes fall. You still loved him, and a lot.

As the door closed, you leaned against it, tears streaming down your face. The weight of the day's emotions crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling both relieved and overwhelmed. Part of you wanted to believe Warren's words, to trust that he could change and be the man you had always hoped he would be. But another part of you, the part that had been hurt and betrayed, was hesitant to let him back into your life so easily.

You wiped away your tears, determined to stay strong for your daughter, Liz. She was the most important person in your life now, and you couldn't let your own feelings cloud your judgment. You took a deep breath and walked back into the house upstairs, where Liz was sleeping peacefully in her crib. Gazing at her tiny, innocent face, you knew that everything you did from this point on would be for her.

Over the next few days, Warren kept his promise. He showed up at your doorstep every morning with a bouquet of flowers, a gift for your daughter and a sincere apology. He understood that it would take time to earn back your trust, and he was willing to do whatever it took. Warren didn't just want to be a part of Liz's life; he wanted to be there for you too. He wanted to make things right, to have his family with you.

Slowly, you allowed Warren to become more involved. He spent time with Liz, learning how to change diapers, feed her, and soothe her when she cried. You watched as he held her, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. It warmed your heart to see them together, and you couldn't deny the bond that was forming between them. Watching him become a father was beautiful, he was always willing to learn more and do everything for his daughter, you slowly didn't remember how you had managed all of this without him.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Warren proved himself to be a changed man. He showed up more often at your house, spending the morning with Liz while you got some work done, in the afternoon he helped to organize the house while you took care of the little one, offering to help with chores and cooking. He listened to your concerns and fears, providing a listening ear and words of comfort. Slowly but surely, he was showing himself to be the man you had always wanted him to be.

You never stopped loving him, not even when he broke your heart, the way love works is ironic and funny, you didn't understand and probably never would. From the first time you saw him, you knew your heart was his, and despite your fears about letting him into your life again, it didn't undo the love you had for him. It only made you more cautious, you avoided too much intimacy, you avoided any kind of excessive physical contact, very intimate conversations, you tried to keep him just as the father of your daughter, and that's all.

Warren was your addiction, a potent drug coursing through your veins. Since the age of sixteen, he became your illicit substance, an intoxicating elixir that both exhilarated and devastated you.

Like a drug, he captivated your senses, igniting a fiery craving deep within your soul. His presence was a double-edged sword, a tumultuous blend of euphoria and despair. Just a glimpse of his smile sent waves of ecstasy through you, leaving you craving more, yearning for the high only he could provide.

But with every high came the inevitable crash. The pain of betrayal cut through your heart like a searing withdrawal, leaving you trembling and broken. Yet, even in your shattered state, you couldn't resist the allure of his presence. Like a desperate addict, you found solace in the numbness he brought, an escape from the reality you desperately wished to forget.

You knew you had to protect yourself, to guard your heart from the dangerous allure of his touch. You constructed walls, built barriers around your emotions, and numbed yourself to his effect. Yet, the more you tried to resist, the more his influence seeped into your veins, overpowering your defenses.

His constant presence became a merciless temptation, testing your resolve with every passing day. The longing within you grew stronger, pulling you back into the abyss of emotions you fought so hard to suppress. It was a dangerous dance, a relentless struggle between the desire to indulge and the need to break free.

Just as a drug addict battles against the chains of addiction, you battled against your own yearning for Warren. You knew the pull he had on you was both your downfall and your weakness. And yet, despite the turmoil he caused, you couldn't deny the undeniable truth: you were still madly, deeply in love with him.

…

Liz had already slept for a few hours, the clock said two in the morning and you and Warren shared a grapevine in the living room while talking about anything. Matters go, matters come and soon you're talking about your old relationship and the day he showed up at your door after a year.

"What did you come to do here, huh?" You question, your words scrambled by alcohol.

"Didn't I make it clear that day, doll?" He asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"You said you loved me." You said laughing, and killing the rest of the liquid in your glass. "Don't ever call me a doll again!" You exclaim awkwardly, now that you've processed the sentence he's just said.

He looks down, lying down better in the armchair in front of you, how the fuck could he be so handsome?

"You used to like the nickname." He says, shrugging, instantly regretting it when he sees your withering gaze on him. "I'm sorry, is that... I got used to it, but if it bothers you."

You interrupt him, your senses being stunned by the liquor. "It bothers me precisely because of that, because I fucking love it."

Rojas feels his body surrender, he wanted you so much. "Y/N listen…"

Still under the influence of the drink, or so you prefer to believe, you interrupted him again. “One thing has been on my mind since the day you knocked on that fucking door." You say pointing to the wooden object. The drummer watches you closely “Warren, you came here to tell me you loved me. I need to know that you mean it—”

Warren gets up from where he was sitting, he approaches you, kneeling in front of you to show himself more intimate with you in some way. “I do, of course I do!”

"You know Rojas, I've loved you since I was sixteen years old." You sigh, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. "When I met you, I knew that I had no escape... My heart was already yours, and I never demanded that you love me the same way, I think I was always very innocent dreaming of the day that you'd finally tell me those words…"

He watched you intently, feeling his heart sink, he let you continue, so you do.

"I never expected you to love me the way I love you." Hearing the words in the present tense he held himself back from smiling, you still loved him. "I just think I hoped you had at least enough affection for me to respect me."

He knew you were talking about that night, he condemned himself so much for his wrong, childish and extremely rash actions. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know you've been a wonderful father to her over the last few months, and I know you love her." You settle down on the couch, staring into his eyes after so long, he feels exposed, vulnerable.

"But I've waited a long time to hear this." You say, looking down at your lap you see a drop of water fall and only then do you realize you've been crying. "If you love me, I need you to know how important these words are to me."

He observed you intently, his love for you palpable in his gaze. He had experienced the emptiness that came with your absence, realizing that living without you was an impossible feat. With a tender gesture, he gently brushed away the tears cascading down your cheeks. Helplessly, you found yourself surrendering to his touch, feeling an innate sense of belonging. Perhaps, deep down, that's where you truly belonged.

His eyes, like an infinite abyss, held a captivating allure that enticed you to delve into uncharted territory. Within that unknown realm lay your destiny, your purpose, your frustrations, and your deepest desires. He embodied your destiny, your missing piece, your soul mate. No matter how much you resisted, you always found yourself returning to this very place—where your hands intertwined, where each embrace felt like coming home.

In his eyes, you saw the reflection of a shared journey, a connection that defied logic and surpassed all obstacles. The bond between you two was unbreakable, as if it had been woven into the fabric of the universe itself. With every passing moment, the undeniable truth emerged: you were meant to be together, entwined in a love that transcended time and space.

"I have never loved and will never love anyone the way I love you." Warren slowly approaches you, as if testing limits. "I love you Y/N, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to acknowledge and say that."

His words wash over you like a tsunami, it's not like it made things any easier or took you back to the beginning but it was a relief, feeling like you weren't the only one feeling all of this. He leans closer, holding your face gently, feeling his touch again was relieving.

“Doll, when I came here to tell you I love you. I meant that." You knew this man like the back of your hand, you knew he was telling you the truth. "And Elizabeth is just an extension of both of us, so I love her by default. That sounds oversimplified, I know that," He was nervous, you could feel his cold hands against your cheeks. "My point is: you’re my family. Both of you. I’m ready for this, I promise,” He pleaded. He needed you to understand, and you did. You understood completely.

You smile, unable to contain it, you roll your eyes. "I'm really drunk right now, I'll probably forget about it all tomorrow, so you have a chance to change your mind huh."

Warren rolls his eyes this time, he sits down on the couch, holding your hands this time. "I won't change my mind, I know what I want, I've always wanted you. It 's you, my love."

You take a deep breath, it's all the drink's fault, you repeat a hundred times in your mind.

"I love you Warren Rojas." You confess, he smiles, a sincere smile that conveys relief and pure joy.

"Can I kiss you? Please…" His voice was barely a whisper, he yearned for you, and you for him.

You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looks at you with longing, curiosity, and need. "You must."

As the weight of your confessions hung in the air, a charged energy enveloped the room. Time seemed to slow down, the world fading into the background as you locked eyes with Warren, your hearts beating in sync.

With a mutual understanding, you eased yourself onto his lap, your bodies aligning as if they were always meant to fit together. Your arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands found their place, resting gently on your waist.

In that moment, everything around you ceased to exist. The soft glow of the room seemed to intensify, illuminating the space between you. Anticipation crackled in the air, the weight of unspoken desires making the atmosphere electric.

As your faces drew closer, the warmth of his breath mingled with yours, a tantalizing prelude to the intimacy that awaited. His gaze bore into your soul, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing, curiosity, and an overwhelming need that mirrored your own.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the inevitability of the moment, allowing your lips to meet in a delicate collision. It started with a tender brush, a hesitant exploration, testing the waters of this newfound yet known connection. But the sparks ignited, and the kiss deepened, fuelled by a shared hunger and the unspoken promises of a love rekindled.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a symphony of rediscovery and forgiveness. Each touch, each caress, conveyed a multitude of emotions that words could never capture.

Time lost all meaning as the kiss deepened, the world outside fading away. In that singular moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a timeless embrace. The weight of past mistakes dissolved, replaced by the sheer bliss of being in each other's arms once again.

You are interrupted by your little girl crying in the room upstairs, you break away staring at each other for a moment, you can't hold back and start laughing at the situation, hiding your face in his neck. He holds you tenderly, not wanting to let you go.

"Alright tiger, go get your kid." You say patting his shoulder, getting off his lap.

Warren goes upstairs to his daughter's room, he finds the little girl crying propped up in her crib.

"Hello there kitten." He whispers, the little one seems to calm down with the figure of her father, opening her chubby arms towards him. "Wanna get downstairs to mommy?"

The baby hides her face in the crook of her father's neck, which makes him smile as he remembers her mother's act a few seconds ago. He goes with her to the breastfeeding chair with the little one in his lap, and stays there making her sleep.

You notice the man's delay, and decide to go after him, going up the stairs slowly so as not to make too much noise and wake up Liz, who had probably already gone back to sleep. You arrive at the foot of her bedroom door, finding Warren asleep with the little one in his lap, her head resting on her father's chest, he hugged her gently like a treasure.

Your heart melts through the scene, these two were your everything, you never thought you would love someone as much as you loved them. You enter the room, taking the little one in your arm gently, she makes a face threatening to wake up but you calm her down before that, you put her in her crib then turn to Warren.

"Hey pretty boy." You call him out, gently stroking his knee. "Come on, let's go to bed and sleep."

He yawns, opening his eyes slowly, he is startled to not feel Liz in his lap, but you reassure him by pointing to the crib.

You leave the room, letting the door ajar after you leave. You start to head towards your room, but stop when you notice Warren going down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" You question yawning, leaning your body on the stair railing.

"To the couch." He clarifies, You roll your eyes, taking him by the hand and leading him to your room.

"You will sleep in our bed." He smiles and kisses you tenderly, you lie on the bed and talk until you fall asleep.

You took a chance on him then, just as you did when you moved to California. And you never looked back.

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... Just so you guys know my requests are temporarily closed, so I can work on what you guys already asked me and also write the Warren's mini series I'm working on :) xoxo

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

Taglist: @lantsovcolors, @quezadaas @boredshit-shadow @jaidaschampagneproblems @warrenrojaswife @94namkooksworld (I couldn't tag you for some reason, send me a dm so we can try to resolve what might have been)

[reasonsmandy]

She's My Fire

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon @legendaryprunerascalpaper — hiii can you do num .14 and num .31 on your prompt list with warren. I need more imagines of him. please and thank uuu :)

✧.* summary — Intensity, instability, desire and love that's what surrounded you and Warren since forever. And he was never good at dealing with it.

✧.* warnings — Mention and connotation of sex, mention of drugs.

✧.* word count — 6.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I got carried away on this one hahaha, I hope you like it. Good reading 🫶🏾

Warren had known you since you were both wide-eyed children, exploring the world with boundless curiosity. You had grown up side by side in Pittsburgh, your lives intertwined through shared family gatherings, school events, and endless childhood adventures. After all, he was best friends with your brother, Eddie.

But it wasn't until you reached the tumultuous years of adolescence that Warren began to see you through a different lens. As the awkwardness of youth morphed into the stirring complexities of adulthood, he found himself captivated by your evolving presence. The innocence that once defined your interactions began to take on new shades of meaning. He felt desire for you, he felt need for you, he wanted you close... And this new feeling scared him.

Caught off guard by this shift, Warren stumbled through the maze of his own emotions. Confusion mingled with fascination, and the lines between friendship and something more blurred. It was a delicate dance, one he was ill-prepared to navigate.

Fearing the vulnerability that accompanied these uncharted waters, Warren sought refuge in the familiar territory of rivalry. He masked his burgeoning feelings with snarky comments and competitive banter, disguising the depth of his emotions even from himself. The label of "hate" was a convenient shield to guard against the turmoil within his heart.

But deep down, he knew that his growing attraction to you was far from hatred. It was an unspoken yearning, an ache to be near you, to understand the intricacies of your mind and soul. The confusion only intensified as the years passed, leaving Warren caught between the comfort of your shared history and the undeniable pull he felt towards you.

He didn't like to admit it but the rivalry he created between you aroused an attention from you that he loved. He loved seeing your eyes roll when he made an unnecessary comment, he loved the way you bristled at his presence, he loved having that attention from you even if it was under those circumstances.

For you on the other hand, there was an undeniable clash between the two of you. Your spirited personalities clashed like opposing forces, resulting in constant arguments and bickering. It seemed as though you couldn't agree on anything, and your dynamic became defined by rivalry and irritation.

However, beneath the surface, there was always a part of you that wondered why Warren seemed to provoke such strong emotions within you. You couldn't deny the electric tension that crackled in the air whenever he was near. It was a mixture of annoyance and something inexplicably more, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Warren is best friends with your brother, Eddie, so he's always lived in your house, you'd recognize that curly hair from miles away, would you know which laugh was his amid the audience of a comedy show, he was one in a million and you knew all the characteristics that made him such. To say that you were close would be an exaggeration, but your relationship was always peaceful and friendly until that day...

You wake up startled, the bead of sweat runs down your forehead and your hands shook as your uneven breathing became more evident. You sigh opening your eyes, facing the ceiling of your room, the night was still evident in the window and you think it would be the early hours of the morning.

Relief that it was just a nightmare washes over you like a cold shower on a hot day, you sit up in bed trying to catch your breath. You've already lost sleep anyway, so you decide to take a cold shower to calm down, and it works.

You watched yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, the icy floor made your body shiver as you dried the locks of your hair. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk down the hall to your room, the environment was dark and you didn't want to turn on any light so as not to wake up who was in the house. For this reason, your steps were light and slow.

"Hey kiddo, are you alright there?" In a loud whisper you hear Warren's voice behind you.

"Fucking hell Warren!" You jump in fright, clutching the towel to your body. "What the fuck are you doing up so late? I didn't even know you were here, my god."

"Eddie called me at the last minute.” Warren answers your last line. “What are you doing up at so late?” He returns the question.

Watching him only lit by the moonlight was almost like watching an opera, he was so beautiful.

"Couldn't sleep." You reply by trying to ignore the way your heart was racing at the thought of what it would be like to have his arms around your waist pulling you close. He arched his brows in concern. "Just a silly nightmare, and since I couldn't sleep... I decided to take a shower."

"I'm sorry about that." And he says with a friendly smile, for a few moments you remain silent, he puts his hands in his pockets as if trying to quiet something in him. "Well I'll leave you alone now..."

"Actually." You say holding his arm, preventing him from leaving. "Don't you want to smoke a joint with me?"

Rojas smiles, watching your hand on his arm, he breaks free of your grip and takes your hand. "Hell yeah."

As you settle on your bed, you take out a joint from a small stash hidden in your bedside drawer. The soft glow of the moonlight seeps through the window, casting a tranquil ambiance in the room. You light the joint, taking a deep inhale before passing it to Warren.

You lie side by side, your bodies comfortably sprawled on the bed, your eyes focused on the ceiling above. The smoke wafts around you, creating a haze that adds to the air of relaxation. You take turns passing the joint between you, the ritual creating a rhythm that matches the cadence of your conversation.

Your voices mingle in the quiet space, the exchange of words flowing freely as you delve into topics both light and profound. The weight of the world seems to dissipate as you talk about your dreams, your fears, and your shared memories. The ceiling becomes a canvas upon which you paint your hopes and vulnerabilities.

The sound of laughter fills the room, intertwining with the fragrant smoke as you reminisce about childhood antics and silly escapades. Time becomes elastic, the minutes stretching into moments of pure connection. You share secrets and dreams, your guards gradually falling away with each passing breath.

Occasionally, your eyes meet, the unspoken desires flickering in the depths of your gazes. There is a magnetic pull between you, a palpable tension that lingers in the air. It's as if the universe has conspired to bring you to this moment, where the boundaries that once defined your relationship begin to blur.

You find solace in the comfort of each other's presence, a sanctuary within the walls of your bedroom. The joint burns down to the end, but the intimacy shared in this small space continues to grow. You talk about everything and nothing, your voices echoing in the room, creating an invisible thread that binds you closer.

As you lie there, side by side, your fingers gently grazing, the silence between your words speaks volumes. The world outside your bedroom seems distant and insignificant, while the connection you share becomes the focal point of your universe.

In the dimly lit room, the soft murmurs and shared laughter wrap around you like a warm embrace. Time seems to stand still as you navigate the delicate balance between friendship and something more, your heart pulsating with anticipation for what lies ahead.

The ceiling above, adorned with scattered constellations of stardust, bears witness to your unspoken desires and the uncharted territory you are about to embark upon. In this hazy, vulnerable moment, you find yourself on the precipice of a love that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

You both lie there, gazing into each other's eyes, the silence pregnant with anticipation. The intensity of the moment hangs in the air, the unspoken desires swirling between you like a tempest.

A small smile plays on Warren's lips as he breaks the silence. "You know, Y/N," he says, his voice husky, "You're staring."

You can't help but chuckle softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "That's probably the joint's fault," you reply, your voice tinged with playful warning. You smirk at him and sit on his lap. "And if you say one word of that to my brother, I'll rip you apart."

Warren's eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and desire, and before you can react, he suddenly flips you over, his body now hovering above yours. The air crackles with electricity as he leans down, his lips inches away from yours. "You won't hear a word from me," he murmurs, his voice laced with urgency.

Your breath catches in your throat as his lips finally meet yours. It's a searing kiss, a collision of longing and pent-up desire. You lose yourself in the taste and texture of his lips, the way his hands explore your body with an almost desperate touch.

In between heated kisses, you manage to gasp out words of desire. "Warren," you whisper, your voice filled with longing. "What does this mean?"

His lips find their way to your ear, his voice husky with need. "No te preocupes hermosa," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin making you shiver. "Let me make you feel good."

Your lips meld with Warren's in a fiery embrace, tongues dancing with a wild hunger. His hands roam your exposed skin, igniting sparks of pleasure with every caress. Clothes fall away, discarded in a frenzy of desire as you both give in to the throes of passion.

His fingers trail along your curves, tracing the contours of your body with tantalizing precision. Each touch sets your senses ablaze, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You gasp and moan, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that consume you.

Lust-filled whispers escape your lips, mingling with his own breathless exclamations. Your bodies entwine in a dance of ecstasy, the rhythm building with each heated thrust. The room fills with the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic collision of your bodies.

Lost in the depths of desire, you give yourself over to the intense pleasure. The world around you fades into insignificance as you and Warren become lost in the pinnacle of physical connection. In each other's embrace, you find release, bodies trembling with shared bliss.

You remember every detail of that night, no one had ever made you feel so good and he knew it. By the way you called him, by the way your fingers gripped the sheets and your eyes rolled back, he knew he was making you reach distinct peaks of pleasure just as you were doing him. You enjoyed the night together until you saw the sun rise and light up your bodies.

"I think that's my cue." Rojas says after a while in which you were silent, he gets up from your bed putting on his clothes. "See you around." He winks at you and leaves your room.

You never expected things to get serious between you and Warren. It was always fueled by lust, a primal attraction that consumed you both. So, when he started avoiding you after that passionate night together, you weren't entirely surprised. But it still hurt.

He became distant, deliberately ignoring you in social settings, disappearing from conversations, and even leaving the room whenever you entered. You couldn't comprehend why he was acting this way. The months passed, and his behavior remained unchanged. Frustration and confusion settled within you, pushing you to give up on being friendly with him as well. If he wanted distance, you would give it to him.

You started playing the game of fights and teasing, matching his aloofness with your own brand of indifference. It became a battle of wills, each of you testing the limits of the other. Yet, deep down, beneath the facade of indifference, there was a part of you that still yearned for his attention, for the connection you once shared.

...

The rain was falling hard in front of your front door, you sat on the facade watching your brother carry his bags to Warren's van, your heart skipped beats to see him go. You can't hold back the tears, you would miss him so much but you knew if this was his dream then he should go.

"Oh come on kiddo, you promised me you wouldn't cry." Eddie says hugging you tight, and you let the tears fall. "Look, there's still time for you to come along." He whispers as he holds you close.

"I can't... You know I would love to." You break out of the hug, wiping your tears away and your eyes catch a glimpse of Warren in the driver's pack watching you. "Give me a second?"

Eddie nods and goes inside the house, looking for the rest of his things he left behind. You observe Warren and take courage to approach, he was smoking and when he noticed you, he offers you the cigarette. You take it and takes a long drag, handing to him again.

"You were leaving without saying goodbye?" You say blowing out the smoke, getting inside the van and sitting next to him. "That's rude."

Rojas closed his eyes and taked a deep breath, as if he's rethinking what to do. "What do you want?" He asks.

"Don't you get tired of being rude to me?" You laugh rolling your eyes. "Look, if the sex wasn't good you could have solved all this with a conversation."

Warren's eyes narrow, his frustration evident as he glares at you. "Are you really going there?" he snaps, his voice laced with irritation.

You cross your arms, a defiant smirk playing on your lips. "I was just wondering, after all I'm not the one avoiding someone after a night of mind-blowing sex," you retort, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

His jaw tightens, and he leans closer, his voice low and charged with intensity. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it," he growls, the words a challenge.

A fire ignites within you, your anger fueling your response. "Oh, trust me, Warren. I enjoyed it. But if you think that changes anything, you're delusional."

He inches even closer, his breath mingling with yours. "You're so fucking annoying, Y/N."

"That's not what you told me that day." You shrug, looking directly into his eyes, loving seeing the frustration of not knowing how to answer your words.

A surge of desire courses through you, mingling with the anger and frustration. The tension between you becomes palpable, a magnetic force drawing you closer together.

Without another word, you crash into each other, lips colliding in a clash of dominance and pent-up desire. The kiss is fierce, a battle of wills and conflicting emotions, as if every argument, every insult, is channeled into this single moment.

His hands grab your waist, pulling you closer, while yours clutch at his hair, deepening the connection. It's a dance of passion and aggression, the line between love and hate blurring with each desperate kiss.

The van fades away as you both give in to the overwhelming chemistry, succumbing to the undeniable pull that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The unspoken tensions and desires find release in this fiery encounter.

But even in the midst of the fervor, a sense of vulnerability lingers. It's not just about the physical connection; it's a revelation of the unspoken emotions that have been brewing between you.

As the kiss finally breaks, you both gasp for air, your eyes locked, a mixture of confusion and yearning reflected in your gaze. The argument fades into the background, replaced by the intoxicating realization of what lies between you.

"So annoying, uh?" You whisper, your lips still close to his.

"Satisfied with the farewell?" He answers, looking right into your eyes.

"You owe me so much more Warren Rojas." He feels you gaze like an x-ray, noticing every corner of his soul. "And I'm going to make sure of charging that." You wink at him and he feels a shiver down his spine, you drove him crazy.

You get out of the van, closing the door and leaning against the window before entering your house. "See you around."

Warren watches you walk into the house, his hands go to his hair in frustration, he hated feeling so given over to someone. He didn't know how to act in your presence, all his most intense feelings were brought out when he saw you, he felt vulnerable, he needed you and that was new... What scared him.

The relief of leaving you behind came with the anguish of not having you around, it was like being away from something he sorely needed. He needed you, you were something difficult, something he didn't understand himself but living without was something scary.

…

During the years without you, Warren's world was not the same. The absence of your presence left an indescribable void that he struggled to fill. It was as if a piece of him was missing, an essential part that had once brought color and vibrancy to his life.

At first, he tried to bury his longing beneath a facade of indifference. He convinced himself that he could move on, that the connection he felt with you was nothing more than a fleeting spark. But deep down, he knew it was a lie. The memory of your laughter, your shared secrets, and the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about your dreams haunted him.

Warren tried to distract himself, diving headfirst into music, new projects, and relationships that held no real meaning. He sought solace in the chaotic whirlwind of the music scene, hoping to drown out the echoes of your absence. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the lingering thoughts of you that lingered in the corners of his mind.

He missed the way you challenged him, the way your presence ignited a fire within him. The easy camaraderie and unspoken understanding you once shared felt like a distant memory. It pained him to think that he might never experience that level of connection again.

As time passed, Warren realized that he had been foolish to push you away. He saw the impact you had on his life, how your presence brought a sense of balance and completeness that he had taken for granted. He yearned for the moments you had shared, the laughter, the late-night conversations, and the raw vulnerability that had blossomed between you.

Warren couldn't help but wonder what might have been if he had been brave enough to face his feelings head-on. The regret weighed heavy on his heart, a constant reminder of the missed opportunities and the chance to explore a deeper connection with you. But now it was too late, and he decided to live for the moment, focus on the opportunities he had in life and make the most of it.

After the departure of your brother and the band, your life underwent a significant transformation. The absence of the constant chaos and rhythm of the music scene left a void that seemed impossible to fill. The once vibrant and lively energy surrounding you became a quiet and unfamiliar stillness.

Without the band's presence, you found yourself grappling with a sense of loneliness and uncertainty. The music that had always been the soundtrack of your life had become a distant echo, and you couldn't help but feel adrift in the vast sea of possibilities.

Eddie's departure hit you particularly hard. He had always been your anchor, your confidant, and your partner in crime. The realization that you would no longer share those precious moments together on stage, creating magic through music, was a blow to your spirit. It felt as if a vital part of your identity had been stripped away, leaving you feeling lost and disconnected.

But amidst the sadness and longing, you couldn't help but feel a lingering ache in your heart for Warren. His absence created a void that no other friendship or relationship could fill. You missed the banter, the late-night conversations, and the shared laughter that seemed to effortlessly flow between you.

Warren had always been a constant presence in your life, and his sudden disappearance left you wondering what had gone wrong. You questioned if your connection had been merely an illusion, a product of your shared experiences within the band. The silence between you was deafening, and the unanswered questions weighed heavily on your heart.

Yet, despite the absence and the unanswered longing, you found the strength to move forward. You discovered new passions, explored different paths, and began to build a life outside the realm of music. While the ache for what once was remained, you learned to adapt and find solace in the new chapters life had written for you.

But deep down, the flicker of hope remained. The memories of your shared moments, the laughter you had exchanged, and the unspoken connection that had always been there continued to linger in your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder if fate had something more in store for you, if your paths would intersect once again and bring with it the opportunity for closure or perhaps even something more.

You were reluctant to accept your brother's invitation, the road had never been your place, even more so for a rock band tour. But the longing spoke louder and it was she who screamed when you made up your mind. However, at the same time, the nervousness of seeing everyone again was imminent, so many years had passed... You didn't know what to expect.

…

Eddie wouldn't sit still since you confirmed you would go with them, he would wake up with a smile on his face excited to see you again. But he wanted to surprise everyone so he just said he had a great news, and asked Camila and Billy to give up their house for a dinner he would organize.

As you arrived at Camila's house for the long-awaited dinner, a sense of anticipation and nervousness filled the air. The sound of laughter and familiar voices drifted from the backyard, where the band members had gathered. You could hear snippets of their conversations, like echoes from a distant past, and it sent a wave of emotions rushing through you.

The soft evening breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, adding a touch of serenity to the atmosphere. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers embraced you, a reminder of the familiar comforts of home. Your heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and apprehension as you approached the backyard, drawn by the magnetic pull of the band's presence.

Just as you stepped through the doorway into the backyard, you felt a reassuring hand on your back. It was your brother Eddie, silently conveying his support and the unspoken promise that everything would be alright. His touch eased the butterflies in your stomach, grounding you in the moment and reminding you of the unbreakable bond you shared.

The sight that greeted you was like stepping into a time capsule. The band members, older than your memories remembered but still vibrant with energy, gathered around a table filled with food and drinks. The setting was reminiscent of countless evenings spent together, where music and camaraderie intertwined seamlessly. Nostalgia washed over you as you took in the scene, a flood of memories crashing against the shores of your mind.

Warren, with his tousled hair and piercing eyes, caught your gaze from across the yard. There was a flicker of surprise and a hint of something deeper that passed between you in that fleeting moment. The years of separation had carved their marks, but the undeniable connection remained, like an invisible thread that bound your souls together.

You felt a mix of emotions rising within you—excitement, nervousness, and a longing to bridge the gap that time had created. It was as if the past and present converged in this moment, intertwining your lives once more. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead, knowing that this reunion would be a turning point—a chance to rebuild what was lost and rediscover the magic that had always been there.

"Surprise!" Eddie exclaims showing you to the band, they all smile, eyes on you and you receive a lot of different reactions.

But like it or not your focus was only on his reaction. Warren watched you from head to toe, his heart felt like an animal desperate to get out of its cage, he felt his legs go weak at the sight of you again. He doesn't move unlike the rest of the group who stand up to greet you, while you receive the warm welcome hugs you don't notice Rojas getting up and heading inside. He needed to think.

You try to ignore the tightness in your chest that comes when you notice the drummer's absence, why did he have to be so fucking complicated? The pride you contained wouldn't let you go after him, so you stayed there talking to the rest, drinking and laughing.

Daisy watched the circle of friends from afar, after all, she didn't know you and didn't have any subject to share. She greeted you like the rest but decided not to interrupt the conversation, since she wouldn't know how to add to the subject, so she got up and went into the house in search of another bottle of wine to finish.

She leans on the counter looking for an opener for the bottle she found in the fridge, since it was the last one she thought of drinking hidden right there alone, she jumps in fright when she feels the presence of another person next to her, she turns to see the drummer smoking a cigarette while facing her.

"Lost something?" She asks, trying to hide the bottle behind her.

"I need it more than you do, believe me." Warren hands the opener to Jones who takes it in her hands. Waiting for him to continue, she opens it, pouring the liquid for both of them.

She takes a sip still silently, "Mind explaining? I will only share my wine if you have a decent reason."

Warren lets out a weak laugh, he takes a deep breath still afraid to access those intense feelings he had buried. "Eddie's sister, she's my fire." He downs his wine glass in one go, making Daisy startle. "She drives me crazy since the first fucking time I saw her, I just... I wasn't ready to face all this intensity that she brings out inside me. Not now, not ever."

Daisy laughs softly, she absorbs Rojas' words and strangely identifies. But maybe they were too high for that conversation. "So you're just going to avoid it, forever?"

"It's been working out so far." He shrugs, smiling as he refills his glass. "I'm not one to run away from things, quite the contrary, I love living everything. It's just that…"

She interrupts him, "It's so intense that it scares you, it's so strong... So strong that you feel like you're going to drown despite wanting to go with the wave." She completes, Warren is silent for a few seconds. "I suppose." She shrugs looking away.

"Well, your guess was strangely right." Warren sets his glass down on the table, taking a cigarette from his pocket and offers it to the redhead who declines, he takes one for himself. "And now Eddie has asked her to go on tour, I don't know if I can handle it."

"Is it that bad?" She asks but the drummer doesn't answer, she takes that as a yes. "Is she with anyone?"

"I don't know, I haven't known anything about her since we left Pittsburgh." He responds in a stiff manner. "But from what Eddie mentioned a few times, no."

Daisy frowns, as if hearing an insult "So what's the fucking problem?" She analyzed the features of his face, judging every line of expression.

"I don't know." He confesses, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "I don't know if I'm willing to risk that much."

…

Warren knew deep down that he couldn't just brush off the intense emotions you stirred within him. You had always been the one who could penetrate his guarded exterior, effortlessly reaching the depths of his soul. But he couldn't let that vulnerability show. No, he had to hide it behind a veil of nonchalance and aloofness.

When Eddie dropped the bombshell that you would be joining them on tour, Warren's heart skipped a beat. He felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He wanted to convince himself that he was over you, that he had moved on, but the truth was that he had never quite shaken off the hold you had on him.

To shield himself from the intensity of his emotions, Warren chose a path of deliberate detachment. He decided to immerse himself in the company of groupies, surrounding himself with distraction and shallow encounters. He flirted, laughed, and engaged in casual hookups, all in an attempt to convince himself that he could replace the void you left.

But as Warren went through the motions of his charade, he couldn't escape the constant reminders of you. Every glance, every laugh, every touch sent a shockwave through his being. The presence of the groupies served as a mere distraction, a feeble attempt to drown out the longing he felt for you.

Deep down, Warren knew that no matter how hard he tried to deceive himself, he couldn't erase the memories and connection you had shared. Your absence had left an indelible mark on his heart, and no amount of casual encounters could fill the void you had left behind.

Unbeknownst to Warren, you were keenly aware of his attempts to mask his true feelings. You noticed the longing in his eyes, the way his voice faltered when you were near. It was clear to you that his actions were mere smoke and mirrors, a desperate camouflage for the overwhelming intensity you both shared.

As the tour progressed, Warren's facade began to crack. The shallow encounters with groupies started to lose their allure, as he yearned for something more meaningful and genuine. He realized that no one could ignite his soul quite like you did, that your connection transcended the superficiality of those fleeting encounters.

The more Warren tried to bury his feelings, the more they resurfaced with a vengeance. He found himself stealing glances at you, captivated by your presence and the way you effortlessly drew people in. It became increasingly apparent to him that he couldn't escape the magnetic pull you had on him, no matter how hard he tried.

…

As you stepped into the radio reception, you were greeted by a vibrant atmosphere that pulsed with anticipation. The room hummed with lively conversations and the clinking of glasses, filling the air with an energy that ignited your senses.

Your eyes wandered across the hall, taking in the sight of journalists and industry professionals engaging in animated discussions. Their enthusiastic gestures and focused expressions revealed their eagerness to capture the essence of the band's presence.

The room was adorned with banners and posters, proudly displaying the logos of various radio stations. It felt like a maze of bustling activity, with tables set up for different media outlets, adorned with notepads, microphones, and recording devices. It was a visual reminder of the journalists' dedication to documenting every word and capturing the essence of the band's journey.

As you weaved through the crowd, you noticed the cameras positioned strategically, ready to capture candid moments and performances that would be immortalized through the lens. The stage, bathed in soft lighting, beckoned you with its magnetic aura, whispering promises of transformative experiences yet to come.

The room seemed to vibrate with a blend of nerves and excitement. Your heart quickened as you realized the significance of this moment, the realization that your presence here was an integral part of the band's story. The weight of the interviews and interactions hung in the air, intermingling with the melodies that reverberated in your soul.

"Hey, are you waiting for someone?" You hear a voice behind you, turning around you find a man with a charismatic smile on his face. He sits next to you.

"My brother and his band are doing an interview." You clarify, smiling sympathetically.

"Daisy Jones and the six?" He asks, you just nod. "The guys have become a rage, you must be proud."

"Prouder than ever." You confirm, and since then you have a conversation.

As you mingled in the radio reception, you couldn't help but notice a persistent presence. Jay, an overly confident and invasive individual, had taken a keen interest in you. His attempts at flirtation grew increasingly uncomfortable, making you feel trapped and uneasy.

Amidst the sea of conversations and laughter, Warren's watchful eyes caught sight of the unfolding situation. His protective instincts surged within him, fueled by a mixture of anger and concern. With each passing moment, his frustration intensified, unable to bear witnessing Jay's unwanted advances towards you any longer.

Determined to shield you from further discomfort, Warren swiftly made his way towards the two of you. The atmosphere shifted as he closed the distance, his presence commanding attention and respect. Without hesitation, he inserted himself into the conversation, his posture exuding a possessive aura.

"Hey mi amor, everything alright here?" As Warren stepped in, a surge of relief washed over you. "Who's your friend?"

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, "Not exactly a friend, love... He just sat there."

"Listen cabrón, I'm not a fucking idiot." Rojas whispers menacingly. "I swear to God, if you keep harassing her... I'll break your balls."

The intensity of Warren's protective act left no doubt about his intentions. He positioned himself firmly between you and Jay, effectively creating a barrier of safety. With a subtle yet forceful push, he made it abundantly clear to the man that his presence was no longer welcome.

You watched as Warren effortlessly steered you away from the uncomfortable encounter, leading you to a quieter corner of the reception. His actions spoke volumes, conveying both his determination to shield you from harm and the depth of his unresolved feelings.

In the aftermath of the encounter, Warren's protective act lingered in the air. The tension between you was palpable, the unspoken connection between you both now illuminated by the weight of the situation. It was a moment that revealed the complex intertwining of emotions, the undeniable bond that had endured throughout the years.

You look him straight in the eyes, "Thanks, you didn't have to…"

"I didn't do more than my duty." He cuts you off, the look in your eyes made him feel right at home.

"I just didn't think you'd do that." You shrug, looking away.

"I knew it wasn't going to take long for this to come up." He exclaims with a forced laugh. "You can't have a dialogue with me without throwing something in my face. I honestly can't stand you."

"Of course, it's always my fault." You roll your eyes, feeling that intensity wash over you."Be more creative Rojas, you always use the same speech."

"I fucking hate you." He whispers, hand in his pocket while he takes a long breath. Looking away from you, it was impossible for him to lie like that to you looking you straight in the eyes.

"Ah so that's it, you hate me?" You approach him, he doesn't move away, he just looks away. "Say it to my face then! I'm here listening to you…" You whisper, getting closer to him. Carefully you take the drummer's face, making him look at you. "You can't, right?"

As the tension and emotions intensified between you and Warren, the air crackled with anticipation. In that charged moment, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. With a mixture of longing and determination, he closed the gap between you and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

The world seemed to fade away as your bodies leaned into each other, lost in the intensity of the moment. The kiss was a blend of pent-up desire, years of unspoken words, and a connection that refused to be ignored. It was a collision of longing and vulnerability, a confirmation of the undeniable chemistry that had always existed between you.

The weight of the moment lingered in the air as you both broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, realizing the depth of your unspoken desires. It was then that Warren, unable to deny the pull any longer, took your hand and led you through the place to a secluded warehouse, hidden from prying eyes.

Inside the dimly lit space, he locked the door behind you, creating a world where only the two of you existed. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he pulled you closer, his touch a mixture of gentleness and hunger. The warehouse walls seemed to contain the intensity that had built up over the years, allowing you both to explore the depths of your desires.

In that sacred space, your bodies came together, exchanging passionate kisses, exploring each other with a newfound urgency. The world outside ceased to exist as you surrendered to the sensations, losing yourselves in a dance of pleasure and connection. Every touch, every sigh, and every whispered word spoke volumes about the longing that had consumed you both.

As the flames of desire burned bright, there was a profound realization that this was more than a momentary release. It was a testament to the unbreakable bond that held you together, a recognition that you couldn't deny the depths of your connection any longer.

"I hate you for how you make me feel, you understand now?" he holds your face tenderly, looking deep into the paradise of your eyes.

"You make me crazy." You say between the kiss, Rojas smiles resting his forehead on yours. "I can't ignore what I feel for you anymore, and if you tell me you don't feel that way... I think I'm crazy."

Rojas lets out a muffled laugh, kissing you once more. "You're not crazy, there's something between us that we can't ignore. And believe me, I tried."

You roll your eyes and pat his arm lightly. "You are the log that keeps my fire alive, and I need you." He says.

"You have me." You smile, kissing him again. "Just don't lose me again, I assure you it won't be that easy to get me back."

In that moment, you both understood that this connection was no longer something to be pushed aside or denied. It was a force that had been waiting to be unleashed, a love that had endured against all odds. From that point forward, you embarked on a journey together, bound by a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... If you wanted to ask for something my requests are open, and if you want to ask and don't have any ideas check out my prompt list :) xoxo

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

Taglist: @lantsovcolors, @quezadaas @boredshit-shadow

[reasonsmandy]

Get away car

Warren Rojas x Fem!reader

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

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

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

✧.* word count — 2.9k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" He asks

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

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

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

Interviewer: What situation?

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Warren Rojas: *sigh* It was a rough night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doing what?" You ask, curious.

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

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

Y/N L/N: *laughing* Idiot…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... If you wanted to ask for something my requests are open, and if you want to ask and don't have any ideas check out my prompt list :) xoxo

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

[reasonsmandy]

I was always here

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — hi! could you the prompt 12 with warren? thx! <3

✧.* summary — Warren hated seeing you in that situation, he wanted to do something to help you but his hands were tied. Until he couldn't take it anymore.

✧.* warnings — Gaslightintg, toxic relationship!

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Maybe I could write a part two of this one idk, let me know your thoughts abt it. Remembering that here we have mention of a toxic relationship, if you are sensitive to this type of content, please, don't read it. Good reading 🫶🏾

The streets of Pittsburgh contained not only the hallmarks of the city but a story of you and your best friends. But mostly wandered back to the days when innocence painted your world, when Warren was not only your closest friend but also the one who made your heart flutter with a single glance.

Growing up together, Warren and you shared countless adventures, secrets whispered under moonlit skies, and dreams woven with youthful imagination. You were each other's confidants, always there to catch the other when you stumbled and to celebrate your victories.

As your teenage years dawned, an enchanting shift occurred in your relationship. You found yourself falling head over heels for Warren, your feelings gradually transitioning from the familiarity of friendship to the uncharted territory of romance. Warren, too, felt a deep connection with you, a warmth that stirred his heart in ways he couldn't explain.

Despite the uncharted waters surrounding feeling romantic about your best friend, you decided to understand and explore that feeling. Love is difficult territory, and it requires a lot of attention and caution, something you and Warren weren't eager to do. You guys had a lot of affection for each other and during those little months of dating - if that could be called that, you guys passed it onto kissing and showing affection.

Those fleeting months of romance with Warren were filled with stolen kisses and secret glances, wrapped in the exhilaration of young love. It was a time of discovery and exploration, a chapter in your lives that forever imprinted itself on your hearts.

However, as is often the case with teenage relationships, the intensity of emotions eventually gave way to the complexities of life. The two of you realized that transitioning from best friends to romantic partners wasn't as effortless as you had hoped. The fear of losing the irreplaceable bond you shared kept you from taking the relationship further.

Eventually, the decision was made to return to the safety of friendship, where the foundation of your connection had always thrived. Though the romantic aspect faded, the depth of your friendship remained untouched. The memories of that brief love affair acted as a bittersweet reminder of the depth of your connection and the unexplored possibilities.

In the sprawling streets of Los Angeles, where dreams intertwine with the pulse of the city, destiny beckoned you towards a fateful encounter. Amidst the vibrant chaos, your path crossed with Noah Adler, a young producer at the label, who ignited a spark within your heart. His initial kindness and flirtatious charm stirred emotions you hadn't anticipated, leading you down a path that held both promise and trepidation.

The early days of your relationship were adorned with sweet moments and stolen glances, painting a picture of affection and tenderness. Noah's supportive nature and genuine interest in your talents nurtured a budding connection that left you yearning for more. But as time unfurled its secrets, the true nature of his character began to reveal itself, casting a shadow over your once blissful romance.

Noah's toxic tendencies emerged gradually, like a dark cloud obscuring the sun's rays. The charm that once drew you in now concealed a manipulative streak, a penchant for gaslighting that left you questioning your own sanity. His words became instruments of doubt, eroding your self-esteem and distorting your perception of reality.

With each passing day, Noah's actions chipped away at your confidence, leaving you feeling small and unheard. He twisted your words, turning genuine concerns into ammunition for his manipulation. The warmth that once enveloped you was replaced by a chilling uncertainty, as Noah wielded his power over your emotions with calculated precision.

…

The record company buzzed with energy as you and the band gathered in the conference room, your eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. You had been called in to discuss the progress of your upcoming album, a pivotal moment in your musical journey.

As the meeting commenced, a lighthearted atmosphere filled the room. You, known for your quick wit and playful nature, couldn't resist making a joke to ease the tension. "Well, I guess we'll finally be able to afford more than pocket toasts after this album drops, huh?"

Laughter erupted from the band members, their spirits lifted by your quip. But as the laughter subsided, your eyes caught Noah's gaze, expecting to see a shared moment of amusement. Instead, you found his expression twisted into a cold, dismissive glare.

"Noah, what's wrong?" You asked, your voice tinged with concern.

With a subtle flicker of his eyes, Noah redirected his gaze to the rest of the room, his tone dripping with condescension. "You see, everyone, Y/N here has always had unrealistic expectations. It's cute that she thinks success in the music industry is a guarantee of financial stability."

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as the weight of Noah's words hung in the air. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, your confidence chipped away by Noah's public derision. You felt exposed, as if your dreams had been diminished to mere fantasies.

Warren felt his blood boil, how could this motherfucker have the nerve to talk to you like that? His eyes wouldn't let the man with the licked hair, he could kill him with that look for sure.

Confusion and hurt swirled within your heart. You had shared the inside joke in memory of the difficult times you went through to get here, a moment of levity in the face of uncertainty. But Noah, ever the master manipulator, had twisted your innocent remark into an opportunity to undermine your aspirations.

Your voice trembled as you sought to defend yourself. "Noah, that's not what I meant. It was just a joke. Why are you making it into something more?" Your voice was filled with hurt.

Noah's lips curled into a smug smile, his eyes glinting with a calculated satisfaction. "Oh honey, you always take things too seriously. Can't you handle a little teasing? You're overreacting, as usual."

In that moment, your spirit sank, shackled by Noah's usual behavior. You questioned your own sense of humor, your ability to navigate the delicate balance between banter and humiliation. The support and warmth of your bandmates seemed distant, overshadowed by the poison of Noah's manipulation.

Rojas is bothered by the situation and breaks the silence. "It was an inside joke cabrón, it's not her fault that you don't understand things." He shrugs and Eddie chuckles.

Noah turns to Warren and you feel that it was at this very moment that your boyfriend's enmity against your best friend began.

As days turned into weeks, Noah's animosity towards Warren became increasingly evident. He noticed the deep connection you shared with Warren, the history that bound you together since childhood. It gnawed at him, fueling his jealousy and insecurity.

Noah's manipulative tactics expanded beyond gaslighting you; he sought to isolate you from the very support system that had always been there for you. He began to weave a web of doubt, subtly poisoning your mind with insinuations and half-truths about Warren's intentions.

You were sitting on the studio floor, a small headache growing in your head as you jotted down some notes for the next song. You hear a few steps behind you and notice the drummer entering the studio, your body tenses, he offers you a cigarette.

You shake your head and he sits beside you, lighting one for himself. "You're distant." He utters it simply, you frown, knowing deep down that it was true.

"Don't know what you're talking about." You shrug, still writing things down in your notebook. The truth is you avoided looking him in the eye, Rojas had the ability to see through you.

He closes his notebook, capturing your attention. "Come on, don't be like that. Not with me." His voice sounded upset.

"What do you want from me?" You frown in frustration, the image of your boyfriend angry, appearing in your mind.

"I want my Y/N back, that's all." He said, more like a request. Your chest tightens at his heartfelt words. "I know you like him, but this guy is taking everything you love from you. Can't you see that?"

"You know what's funny?" You ask, remembering the recent fight you had with Noah. "He told me you would say something like that, what do you have against him?"

Warren can't stop his eyes rolling, he looked angry, and you backed away from him a little, scared. Not out of fear of him, but because the last angry scenarios you witnessed hadn't been very friendly. "You think I give a fuck about what that asshole thinks?"

"Warren, come on." You say through the language used by him.

Rojas gets up irritably, trying to organize his thoughts. "You know what? You do whatever you want. I'm done here." He shrugs, heading towards the door.

"You don't have to do that." Your voice cracked, you held back the tears his words triggered.

He stops in his tracks, his hands in his pockets, the necklaces adorned around his neck dangling. "I wish you well Y/N, I hope you understand that." And just like that, he leaves.

Gradually, Noah's influence took its toll on your relationship with Warren. The once inseparable bond began to fray at the edges, as Noah's toxic presence wedged its way between you. His incessant whispers of distrust and betrayal corroded the foundation of trust you had built with Warren over the years.

Under the guise of concern, Noah would convince you that Warren's actions were driven by ulterior motives. He strategically crafted situations that would cast doubt on Warren's loyalty, eroding the unwavering faith you had placed in him. He manipulated your emotions, making you question the authenticity of your connection with Warren.

"Tobias mentioned that you had an argument with Warren earlier." Noah casually comments as the two of you have coffee together.

You choke on your drink, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, after a few coughs you recover. "Tobias is your spy now?" You joke, but Noah doesn't laugh at the joke.

"I told you to stay away from him." His voice was serious, a direct order to anyone smart enough to understand. "He's not a good influence on you, princess."

You feel your heart squeeze, he cared about you, didn't he? "I don't think things are exactly as you think..." You start to say but he cuts you off.

He slams his left hand on the table, and you feel a chill down your spine, closing your eyes tightly, wanting to get out of there. "I only want your good... Why don't you ever understand that?"

You extend your hand to take his, but he doesn't allow it, you feel the tightness in your chest increase and the urge to cry comes strong. "Hey, I know that... It's just that–"

"There's no excuse Y/N!" His voice was passive aggressive, and you feel guilty for even considering defending Warren's side. "I see what you don't see, sweetie. Trust me, that guy is not good for you… for us."

Noah's calculated moves pushed you further away from Warren and, in turn, from the band. The once vibrant energy that defined ‘Daisy Jones and the Six’ now bore the weight of tension and fractured relationships. The harmonious synergy that once fueled your music seemed distant, as Noah's toxic presence cast a dark cloud over the band's unity.

Warren's heart ached with a mixture of love and helplessness as he watched the person he cherished being slowly consumed by the toxicity of her relationship with Noah. Every moment spent in Noah's presence fueled his anger, a burning fury that intensified with each manipulative word and action. He despised the way Noah held power over you, diminishing your vibrant spirit and tarnishing the light that once radiated from within.

There were nights when Warren lay awake, his thoughts consumed by memories of your laughter, your playful banter, and the bond you once shared. He longed to bring back those carefree moments, to chase away the shadows that now plagued your heart. The weight of his own emotions bore heavily upon him, knowing that he had fallen for you long before Noah entered the picture.

Warren found solace in confiding in your mutual friends, sharing his frustrations and fears for your well-being. They, too, witnessed the changes in you, the distance that had grown between you and the rest of the band. But they understood the delicate nature of meddling in matters of the heart, choosing to offer their silent support instead of openly confronting the situation.

Deep down, Warren knew that he was seen as a threat to Noah's hold over you. He had seen the venom in Noah's eyes whenever your connection was mentioned, a tangible resentment that fueled his animosity towards Warren. Yet, Warren couldn't help but despise Noah in return, knowing that his actions were tearing you apart.

The truth was, Warren loved you wholeheartedly. He cherished your presence, your infectious energy, and the bond you shared as best friends. The pain he felt at seeing you endure such mistreatment was a constant ache that gnawed at his soul. He wished he could protect you from the emotional turmoil that Noah inflicted upon you, but he felt powerless, his hands tied by the complexities of your relationship.

Warren had tried, in his own way, to warn you, to show you the truth behind Noah's manipulations. He had offered subtle hints, words of caution, and even confronted Noah himself. But Noah's cunning ways twisted every attempt into a misunderstanding, further isolating you from the truth. It broke Warren's heart to see you caught in the web of Noah's lies, unable to break free.

He didn't blame you, for he understood the hold that Noah had on you, the way his manipulations distorted your perception. Instead, Warren directed his anger towards Noah, vowing silently to protect you in whatever way he could. He yearned for the day when you would recognize Noah's true nature and find the strength to walk away from the toxic grip that bound you.

Until then, Warren would be there, a steadfast presence in the shadows, offering his unwavering support and love. He hoped that one day, the walls Noah had built around you would crumble, allowing the light of truth to guide you back to the person you once were. And until that day came, Warren would remain steadfast, ready to catch you when you fell, ready to shield you from the storm, and ready to fight for the love he knew you deserved.

…

The day had been difficult, you were exhausted, your fingers hurt from repeating the same notes on the bass. The band had taken a break while Daisy and Billy finished the second verse of 'The River', you all were at the record company reception, you had difficulty keeping your eyes open, your nights sleep had not been the best.

Your head was resting on Eddie's shoulder, he was talking to Warren about something you didn't pay much attention to, your focus was on trying to take a nap for the minutes you had available.

"Y/N, come here!" Noah's voice was angry, you felt the fear rising inside you. You sigh and get up, Warren instinctively sits better on the couch watching your every step, alert.

"What the fuck is that?!" His voice gradually rises, not understanding you frown.

"What are you talking about?" You question, trying to calm him down.

He tries to grab your arms but you dodge, Warren feels his body go cold and draws Eddie's attention to the scene in the corner of the room, they both keep their gaze on you.

"What kind of bitch do you have to be to pretend you don't have a boyfriend and lean on other men?" With every word that came out of his mouth you were more confused, his words went through you like a knife.

"Don't call me that…" Your voice was full of pain, you were so tired. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I hate it when you make a fool of yourself!" At this point his tone of voice caught the attention of not only Warren but other people passing by.

"I'm not making a fool of myself." You insist, frustrated at not being able to have a decent conversation with him. "What did I do?"

He lets out a weak laugh, clearly mocking your frustration. "So you're just an idiot then."

You have no words for such an allegation, you take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I'm not going to stand here and listen to this."

You turn to leave but he takes your hand, his touch was rough and hard and strong. The grimace that forms on his face is the warning that makes Warren stand up.

"You're not going anywhere!" Noah yells, still gripping her wrist. "We're not done here."

Rojas approaches and you feel your heart calm down, you are desperate. "Let go of her hand." Warren's voice was calm, yet firm.

"Tell your friend to mind his own fucking business!" He yells once more, you cower and try to pull away.

"I swear you son of a bitch, if I hear you raise your voice at her again I'll rip your balls off!" Warren was in front of you, protecting you with his body, he thought about taking the rings off his hand to punch him but, honestly... He didn't care if the rings were going to hurt him more.

Noah for the first time turns to Warren, his look was pure hate, you just wanted to cry... How did you get into this situation?

The drummer looked at your hand still being held by him, he was so angry that he couldn't tell his actions anymore. "I told you to let go of her hand."

"Or what? What are you going to do?" Noah asks in a superior tone.

Warren takes a breath, he looks away and then back at Noah. "You fucking piece of shit!" unable to contain his anger any longer, stepped forward. With a swift motion, his fist collided with Noah's jaw, silencing him mid-sentence. The impact echoed through the room, a resounding testament to the support and loyalty shared among friends.

Noah stumbles back, his grip on your hand loosening as his focus shifts to the searing pain in his jaw. The room falls into a shocked silence as the reality of the situation sinks in.

You, still trembling from the intense emotions coursing through you, take a step back, now freed from Noah's grasp. Warren stands tall, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and protectiveness. Eddie, witnessing the scene unfold, stands beside Warren, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and concern.

Noah, his arrogance shattered by the force of Warren's blow, clutches his jaw, a mixture of shock and rage contorting his face. His attempts to regain his composure are futile as blood trickles from his split lip.

The weight of the confrontation hangs heavily in the air, tension swirling like an electric storm. Warren's actions speak volumes, his unwavering stance declaring that he will not tolerate anyone mistreating you.

"You're done here," Warren declares, his voice laced with authority. "Leave, and you better not show up here again if you don't want a broken nose."

Noah's gaze flickers between Warren and you, his eyes burning with a mix of resentment and defeat. In that moment, he realizes the power dynamics have shifted, and his control over you has crumbled. "Oh you know what, you deserve each other."

With a final glare, Noah turns on his heel and retreats, his presence fading into the distance. The room remains silent, the heaviness dissipating as the realization of your newfound liberation washes over you.

Warren turns to you, his expression softening as he pulls you into a gentle embrace. You lean into him, finding solace in his protective arms, feeling free after so long, tears then fall down your face. Eddie steps forward, a reassuring smile gracing his face as he places a hand on your shoulder.

"We've got your back, Y/N," Eddie says, his voice filled with sincerity. "No one will ever treat you like that again."

You can't say anything, you just hide your face in Rojas' chest and keep whispering "I'm sorry" between tears, you felt so bad for pushing them away like that. Warren pulls you closer into his embrace, kissing the top of your head as he strokes your hair.

"It's okay." He mumbled between kisses. "It's not your fault little bird." The childhood nickname makes your heart warm, and you feel at home, safe in his arms. "We're gonna be okay, I promise you. I'm not leaving you, I'm right here, always by your side."

In that intimate moment, nestled in Warren's protective embrace, the world outside fades away. The weight of the past months' turmoil lifts from your shoulders as his gentle touch and soothing words wash over you like a healing balm.

You allow yourself to be vulnerable, to release the pent-up emotions that have consumed you. The tears flow freely, and with each sob, you feel a piece of the pain being washed away. Warren holds you tightly, his presence anchoring you in the storm.

Eddie looks at you wanting to comfort you in some way, Warren looks at you and whispers "Let her have her moment, I'll take care of her."

Roundtree then suggests that you go somewhere quieter, so you can't avoid the curious eyes around the label. Warren guides you to an empty studio, and asks you to be alone with the rest of the band.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Warren never let go of your hand, and neither do you.

You squeeze his hand harder, he felt such a tightness in his chest when he saw you in that state. "Please no, stay here, I need you with me."

You then sit on a sofa in the studio, he snuggles you in his lap, guarding you like a treasure. You remain silent for several minutes, he feels your tears on his thigh wetting his jeans, he then caresses your hair more calmly, providing as much support as he can.

He hears you sobbing, and then you sit up, looking straight into his eyes. "I feel so stupid, so so stupid."

Warren would do anything to finish that guy, he held himself back from going after that son of a bitch and beat the shit out of him. No one deserved to go through this, least of all you... You didn't deserve any of this.

He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off without noticing. "I didn't want all of this to take on this proportion, I didn't, God, I didn't want to lose you."

Warren gently takes your face between his hands, capturing your attention, his touch was as soft as you remembered, it belonged to you somehow. "You never lost me, I was always here. I am here…"

Your chest aches from crying, you hide once again in his embrace, your refuge. He welcomes you there and you feel that even if everything seemed to fall apart, he would help you build your foundations again. Not as the person who was your complete support, but someone who recognized your ability, knew everything you went through, and knew what you were capable of.

Warren has always been and would be your catapult, your drive to believe in yourself even when everything seems hopeless. After all, if he is such an amazing and good person - who, of course, has his flaws. - believed in you, who in this world could stop you from being your best?

You feel welcomed in that silence, in that embrace, in that presence. He kisses the top of your head again, and whispers "You are the strongest woman I know, I'm so proud of you."

Yeah... If he believed in you, you would make it.

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... If you wanted to ask for something my requests are open, and if you want to ask and don't have any ideas check out my prompt list :) xoxo

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

Taglist: @lantsovcolors, @quezadaas @boredshit-shadow @jaidaschampagneproblems @warrenrojaswife

[reasonsmandy]

The messy hair... I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭

[reasonsmandy]

could you write something where the reader is pregnant and their boobs are sore and warren helps them? doesn’t have to be smutty if youre not comfortable, just some hurt/comfort :)

Hello there honey, hope you're doing well. Did my best to write your request... Don't know if it was amazing, lmk your thoughts pls. Good reading 🫶🏾

[reasonsmandy]

Hellooooo!

I hope you are well, that everything flows wonderfully in your Life. I also miss warren's content a bit, but, I would like to see more of Seb's content.

I like to imagine what Seb would be like in a relationship (headcanons).

I think, I would become Marge Simpson saying:"I have to stop those Lee Majors fantasies... Well, one and that's it".

Greetings from Mexico 🇲🇽

P. S: If you are looking for someone to talk to about Seb, my DM's open.

Hey Fer!! I finally did it, I'm so sorry it took me so long, but I hope you enjoy it 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[reasonsmandy]

Hi!!! For Sebastian can you write like a 4+1 situation like 4 times reader realized she loved him and then the one time he realized he loved her or something like that?

I don't know if I did what you asked correctly, I've never read anything like this before, so I apologize if I did it wrong. If you want me to redo or add something send me another ask and I would be happy to edit for you. Good reading 🫶🏾

[reasonsmandy]

Could you do 29 with Warren Rojas ❤️

I'm really sorry for the delay, I hope you like it. Good reading 🫶🏾 baby

[reasonsmandy]

AHHHHHH I love your writing!!! could you maybe write something about how seb comforts you when you're having a bad day and feeling down?

Oh honey thank you, I rly appreciate it 🫶🏾

I really liked this one, hope you like it as much as I do. Good reading

[reasonsmandy]

Better than I thought

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — can i request an imagine for warren rojas where reader is a famous pop/whatever gender-singer and u meet him at a party were u are asked to perform and he is just mesmerized by your beauty and ur talent. and so he tries to flirt w u afterwards, and that’s all i have but u can modify/finish it as u wish <3 thank u in advance !

✧.* summary — To celebrate your best friend's special day you and Daisy had taken the stage to sing along with her. And since the lights focused on you, the drummer's attention has had no other owner, he was enchanted.

✧.* warnings — Mention of drugs, Reader and Warren a little more intimate (but no smut, sorry guys).

✧.* word count — 2.6k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I'm crazy about this man, I didn't have time to correct this one so maybe some mistakes. Hope you like it babys 🫶🏾

Finally the day had arrived, Simone Jackson was releasing her album you couldn't be more proud of her. You were friends for a long time, you grew up together and you always knew her great potential, so together with Daisy you were the biggest supporter of her choice to move, she was happy, in love and fulfilling her big dream.

You were also involved in the music business, and you had already released some songs that exploded across the country, but you still had a few months to go before you went on tour, so you were trying to make the most of your free time while you had it.

And today at the disco where Simone and Bernie worked there was going to be a party to celebrate Simone's big day, a private event for friends where everything could flow without cameras, media, and squinty eyes.

Warren was excited, he had wanted to go to a party for days but the rush of shows didn't help and now that he finally was going out he was thrilled. The invitation made by Daisy's friend had come as a surprise to him, after all they weren't as close as she was, but he loved Simone's music and was happy to go and honor her.

The place was illuminated with colored lights, several pamphlets with Simone's photo and the contact to buy the album in it were delivered at the door of the event, you watched the place with pride in your chest, you search with your eyes for your friend, and you find her with her girlfriend not far from you.

"Simone baby, I'm so proud of you!" You say hugging her tightly, she hugs you tenderly. "Hey Bernie my love, how are you?" You break the hug with Jackson and go hug the other woman.

"I'm fine Y/N, it's good to see you." She says, wrapping one of her arms around Simone who smiles at the contact.

"I have no words, the place is wonderful." You say pointing around you.

"My girls!" You can hear Daisy's voice behind you, she approaches hugging you and kissing your cheek, you return the affection.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, Daisy Jones herself?" You joke, making her laugh by hugging you tight. "I missed you."

"Missed you too." Daisy says getting out of the embrace. "It's been so long, please tell me that I'll have the chance to hear you tonight."

"Oh no Daisy, today it's Simone's day." You speak with conviction, seeing Simone roll her eyes playfully. "Not to mention, there are a lot of people here."

"Well, you better get used to it because from what I hear your show is selling out." Simone says smiling at you, it was such a good time for y'all that if you went back in time and told the group that, you wouldn't believe it.

"We're on our best days!" Daisy says, looking happier than ever.

After a few minutes Simone went on stage, she was perfect, that place was for her, she deserved it more than anyone and you were overjoyed to see her happy. You and Daisy admired her near the stage, Bernie was in the corner of it starting to test the soundboard, soon the music started to play and your eardrums were invaded by the angelic voice of Simone Jackson.

She sings the first song with a twinkle in her eyes, and when she finishes it, you can see her eyes water with joy.

"I wanted to say that this moment is a victory." She speaks with a broken voice, wanting to cry. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for some people who believed in me, in my story, in my voice, in my music… First I want to thank Bernie, my love, my partner." She turns to her girlfriend, blowing her a kiss, Bernie pretends to catch it in the air, getting her hand close to her heart.

Simone turns towards you with a smile on her face.

"Y/N, I don't have the words to thank you." She kept her eyes on you tenderly. "It was always the three of us forever, at first you and me until Daisy came along and I'm sure if it wasn't for you I would fall apart, and that's why I invite you two to sing the next song with me."

Daisy breaks into a huge smile, walking up the stairs to the stage with her arms outstretched towards Simone, you felt a little embarrassed singing without having prepared for it, but for your friends you would do anything. So you took the stage.

The nervousness leaves your body when the melody starts to play, the three of you had already done this thousands of times, it was many afternoons training and singing together that your synchrony was something as natural as daylight.

However, for Warren Rojas you were the only star of that performance, it was as if the world was frozen and he only heard your voice, he was amazed with every detail in you. His eyes sparkled with the way you sang, he was admired by how your hair looked even prettier under the lighting in the room, how your smile made him feel like he was flying, He was confused about the way you attracted him, about how he felt this magnetism pulling him to you.

"I think that's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life…" Warren says to the bassist next to him, Eddie laughs.

"You think so?" Eddie says eating some of what he had on hand. "Not really my type, but she's gorgeous."

"Gorgeous?" Warren says almost in disbelief. "She's wonderful! I need to talk to her…"

The song was over and the applause took place, Warren and Eddie applauded along with everyone else, the drummer was talking to his best friend without taking his eyes off you for a moment.

"Alright, I have an idea!" Eddie says with a smile on his face, Warren looks at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean?" Warren asks, but his friend is already starting to walk away from him. "Hey Eddie!"

The drummer takes his hand to his face, fixing his mustache, struggling to see where his friend was going.

Eddie leaves among the people, looking for the redhead and leaving the drummer alone watching you from afar. Roundtree loved playing the cupid, so when he saw his best friend amazed by the mystery singer he needed to do something.

When he finally found Daisy you weren't with her, in fact she was talking to a group of people he had no idea who it was. He approached pulling the singer by the arm without her having time to understand what was happening.

"What happened Eddie?" She asks, smiling.

"That friend of yours..." He says, making her laugh.

"Y/N?" She asks, already knowing the answer. "I didn't think it would be you who would be interested in her."

"It's not me." The bassist says, turning to point at the drummer but not finding him amongst the crowd. "Warren is crazy about her, I swear to you Daisy if you don't introduce her to him, the poor guy will go crazy."

Daisy looked surprised, she starts laughing leaving Roundtree without understanding anything.

"Are you high?" He says, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

She probably was, but that wasn't what she was laughing about, she was laughing at the coincidence that was happening right now. When Daisy joined the six, the three friends celebrated in the apartment that Simone and Daisy shared.

"So this one right here is Graham." Daisy held the SevenEighNine album in her hands, showing the band members to her friends.

"Billy's brother?" Simone asks and Daisy nods. "Are you with us Y/N?"

Your eyes were fixed on the drummer, you just loved how his curly hair looked, honestly you loved every detail of him in that picture.

"What?" You say when you hear your name in the conversation.

"You're quiet, what happened?" Daisy says, leaning her head on your shoulder.

"Nothing, it's just... What's this guy's name?" You point at Warren and Simone starts laughing.

"She has a thing for the drummer!" Simone says, taking a sip of her wine.

"No, hey!" You say a little embarrassed, rolling your eyes. "I just think he is cute, that's all." You say shrugging.

"His name is Warren." Daisy answers you. "But don't worry, soon you'll call him boyfriend."

"Stop!" You say laughing along with them. "I'm keeping the album."

When Daisy stopped laughing at the situation she remembered, Eddie had his arms crossed waiting for her to answer him..

"No Ed, I'm not high." She answers. "But I don't think we're going to have to do much."

"Why's that?" The bassist asks.

"Sometimes just a little push is enough." She winks at Eddie, then they start to decide what they were going to do.

You were at the disco bar, casually watching everyone around you hoping to see someone interesting. Your eyes meet Warren's across the crowd, he seems to be trying to hide that he's been looking at you for a while, you smile at him and wave, he waves back with a wink.

He takes a deep breath and walks closer to you, trying to pass between the dancing people. When you notice him approaching, nervousness takes over your body, he looked even more beautiful in person.

The drummer wore just a vest, as usual, he wore dark blue jeans and a choker on, now as he approached you could see several rings on his fingers too. You take a deep breath, averting your gaze elsewhere trying to pretend his presence doesn't make you nervous.

"Hi…" He says with a smile on his face, when he was finally next to you.

"Hey." You say turning to him, smiling with the straw in your mouth. Warren looked at you in disbelief, you were even prettier up close. "Can I help you with something?"

"Ah- I'm Warren." He looked nervous, reaching out to you, you shook his hand still smiling. "I'm Daisy's friend…"

"Oh of course!" You pretend to recognize him only now. "The drummer, isn't it?"

"That's me!" He takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it gently. "It's a pleasure, miss…"

"L/N, Y/N L/N." You say your name to him, smiling at his simple act.

Warren sighs, with each word that comes out of your mouth a shiver rises in his stomach, he was sure he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

"Hey, are you there?" You say snapping your fingers in front of the drummer's face.

"Sorry, I got distracted by your beauty." He laughs, a little embarrassed, taking his hand to his curly hair, adjusting the curls.

"I don't blame you." You say moving closer to him. "I can't stop admiring you either."

Warren felt his legs go weak, he really wasn't expecting that. You looked at him with a small smile on your face and he felt that at any moment he could explode.

"You look handsome." You say close to his ear, the noise around made you believe he didn't hear you well at first.

Warren smiles at the compliment, you don't move away from him, your faces were still close which made the drummer nervous. His eyes don't leave your lips, he wanted so much to feel you close.

"You were amazing on stage, don't tell Daisy but I've never seen anyone as badass as you." He says making you laugh shaking your head.

"Thank you very much." You smile and he feels that every time he sees your smile he falls more. "Then you must know that you're my favorite drummer as well."

"Come on pretty girl, don't have to lie to me." He chuckles, licking his lips afterwards.

"I am not." You reassure him. "You are what makes 'kill you to try' so amazing, the drums in this song are perfect."

Holy shit, he was going to marry you.

"It's nice to know someone is listening." He speaks without taking his eyes off yours.

You stayed a few seconds facing each other, without saying anything, it seemed that the world had stopped while that tension grew between you. You approach him, putting your arms around his neck he automatically takes his to your waist gently.

"Get me out of here." You whisper, then kisses his jaw before looking back into his eyes, smiling innocently.

"Yes, mama" He responds, grabbing your hand and leading you to a secluded spot.

Eddie had his neck almost locked from straining to find his friend, no matter how hard he looked, there was no sign of the drummer.

"I can't find him anywhere!" Eddie says to the redhead next to him, frustrated.

"I can't find Y/N either" She says with a suspicious tone.

"I can't believe he disappeared now." Eddie was in disbelief, leaning against the wall.

"Guess we'll have to save it for later." Daisy says with a shrug.

…

Rojas pressed you against the wall, squeezing your waist while kissing your neck, you sighed with the contact while lightly pulling his curly strands. He stops kissing your neck and turns his attention to your lips, kissing you passionately as if he doesn't want to miss a moment with you.

The place was lit by few lights, but with effort you could see his pupils dilated, exuding the desire he felt. You felt shivers down your spine just watching him look at you like that.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks, cupping your face gently.

"Not at all." You reply, kissing him gently again. "You know, kissing you is so much better than I thought."

"Oh so you thought about it?" He spoke in a husky voice that made your legs shake with every word he said.

"Maybe…" You shrug. "Kiss me again so I can be sure"

He laughs with his tongue between his teeth, biting his lips before kissing yours. You felt like he was going to drive you crazy with every contact, his scent was the best you've ever smelled, his hands on your body made you feel chills and his kiss made you more and more addicted.

Warren felt like he was in paradise, being able to kiss you, feeling you was like satisfying an addiction, an urgent need. With your permission, he felt every corner of your body, wanting to decorate it like a map that would guide him to paradise. He knew this wasn't going to be a one night thing, he couldn't settle for the thought that the two of you were going to become a one time thing.

He needed more of you, he wanted to know you more, know your tastes, know what you liked, what bothered you. He wanted to understand your quirks, the reason for your smiles, he wanted to wake up listening to you sing next to him, fucking hell! He wanted you.

"Now there's something I need to know." He says between pecks on your lips.

"What?" You ask, smiling at him.

"I need to know If calling you mine will be better than I thought."

You felt a chill in your stomach, that man would be the death of you. You kiss him again.

"Well, you're going to have to take me out to discover Rojas."

Eddie Roundtree: I stood there waiting for him to show up for what felt like an hour, until I gave up and got busy with other things.

Daisy Jones: I told him we wouldn't have to do much *laughing* And when I saw Y/N appear with a goofy smile on her face I was sure of it.

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... If you wanted to ask for something my requests are open, and if you want to ask and don't have any ideas check out my prompt list :) xoxo

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

[reasonsmandy]

Took you long enough

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — could you write a warren rojas x reader where it’s readers first time seeing warren not high. like she kinda realised that he’s this beautiful, adorable person that isn’t just a comedic relief side character. thanks! xx

✧.* summary — It wasn't often that you saw Warren sober, you could count the times on one hand. And on New Year's Eve when he showed himself vulnerable to you, something changed.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 2.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Such a joy writing this, thank you so much for the ask. Hope you like it, good reading.

Interviewer: Do you remember when you fell in love with him?

Y/n L/n: *smiles* Actually yeah…

You packed your jacket for the second time before leaving the house, wondering if you had everything in hand to enjoy your New Year's Eve at Camila and Billy's house. A few weeks ago you were all smoking on the porch of the old place where you all lived and had the idea to celebrate Billy's sobriety.

You had been the band's closest friend since they moved into the house next to yours. You were so excited by the idea of having artists like you so close that it didn't take long to be in their presence. When you met you still had no more than a supporting role in some simple jobs out there, so you spent your afternoons memorizing scripts as they rehearsed their songs.

You saved Christmas to spend with your family, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were thinking about meeting up with your friends throughout the event.You go to knock on the door of Camila's house, strangely nervous, even though you knew that everyone there loved you very much, you still felt afraid that you were being an interruption in the get-together of friends for years. Before you can knock the drummer's voice makes you jump in fright.

“Hey bella, took you long enough.” His voice was in a different tone, you turn to look at him and see him completely dressed in black.

You take a moment to let your heart beats regulate, also taking advantage of the same to observe the man next to you. The drummer's chest was covered by a black transparent mesh shirt, his pants were also black with some metallic stones adorning them. Still on his torso was a leather jacket and his neck contained a necklace with tiny drumsticks, his curls were wet so you deduced that he had just got out of the shower.

“Fuck Rojas! You scared the hell out of me!” You say putting your hands automatically to his chest, he can't help but laugh.

Observing his face now more calmly you see him with a softer expression, almost one that you don't usually see every time you are next to him. He notices you paying more attention to his features.

“What?” He asks, his arms crossed in curiosity.

“You look different, I don't know.” Your smile widens, Rojas' presence always did that to you.

“Oh, it must be because we're all clean tonight. You know, to celebrate Billy’s thing.” He says exactly, really glad that they were doing this for their friend.

Your face drops, “Oh no, Cami didn't tell me anything… I brought, you know, nevermind. I'll just keep them in the car.”

Warren walks with you to your car, and even though you tried to hide his presence it still affected you. A few weeks ago you had spent the entire night with him on the porch of your house, after inviting everyone to dinner there, he had been the only one to stay after one in the morning.

And after this interaction there was a tension that could be palpable between you, but as the drummer was always dancing in jokes and humor in any subject you never thought it was something to discuss again. When you get to your car he rests his hand on the hood, watching your every movement, you feel nervous but he loves watching you closely.

“Just out of curiosity, what did you bring?” He speaks with a smirk, you hit him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes while laughing.

“No no no, let's keep the promise for Billy.” You close the door of your car and when you are about to go towards the door once again he grabs your hand, making you turn around.

“Are you sure? There's still time." He jokes, you grab his hand and pull him towards the door “Alright Alright, you make the calls cariño.”

Interviewer: Wait wait, but what happened the night on your balcony?

Y/n L/n: *blushes* First of all I'd like to make it clear that I was really high…

The sky was getting completely dark when you were smoking your fourth cigarette, your friends had stopped there for dinner and they had said goodbye not long ago. You exhale the smoke forward knowing you were alone, feeling the early morning breeze hit your body like a hug. As you feel the wave hit your brain, your muscles relax, and you let yourself lean on the counter while relaxedly observing the lonely street.

Warren had left with the others, but as he walked to his house he stopped at the door, Karen entered next to Graham but he didn't notice. Eddie notices when Rojas thinks twice about entering, so he watches what the drummer is going to do or what's stopping him.

“You good there?” He asks yawning, the dark surroundings making it easier for his body to seek rest.

Warren could see your body on the balcony of your house, the dim light in your room illuminated you from behind and the view he had of your figure puffing cigarette smoke was majestic. There had been a time when the drummer's dark eyes observed your person with a different affection, where just your presence caused sensations that he enjoyed discovering.

He nods to Eddie's question, turning to him. “Are you guys okay without me?”

“You wanna go back to y/n's?” Eddie asks with a smirk, weariness visible in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to respond, but he only had one answer. He nods, and Eddie does the same with pride, turning to enter the house.

You can see the curly head heading back towards your home, and you just turn your head to the side trying to understand what could have happened. You hear four knocks on the door, a pause for two more knocks and finally a light knock, you smile a little.

“It's open Warren!” You scream so he hears, and soon afterwards you hear his steps up the stairs.

You hear the silence again and turn to find the drummer watching you in the doorway, you see his chest only with the classic vest, this time the one with a donkey on the back. You approach him, resting both hands on his shoulders.

Y/n L/n: Very high…

“You're back.” You smile and he does the same, you admire his face and he feels naked under your gaze.

“You asked me to bella.” He answers, Wrapping you in his arms as he looks deep into your eyes. “Come, let's sit down.”

He takes you to the padded bench that was on your balcony, as soon as you do so, he goes towards your room.

“No Warren, please don't leave.” You complain, as you feel the drugs intensifying.

“Calm down, I'm not going anywhere.” He returns from your room with a blanket that was on your bed, wrapping it around his back and then wrapping it around him. “Estoy aquí niña, now tell me, what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You keep appearing in my dreams Rojas.” You talk slurred, you hear him giggling and you break away to look at him.

“And what do I do, uh?” He teases you, kissing the top of your head.

“Usually we are like this, which is confusing, you know? ” He listens to you calmly, and you feel that the drugs leave your filter behind. “Because I never know if you're serious when it comes to anything. But we are like this, all my doubts and insecurities are gone and I just feel you protecting me from everything.”

“You really think I'm able to do that?” Warren feels his heart speed up, his arms pulling you closer with urgency.

“Yes, I honestly think so.” You mumble against his chest, snuggling closer. “It's just, ugh…”

“And what's wrong with it, hermosa?”

“That they are just dreams.” You speak in a whisper. Letting yourself finally fall asleep.

Y/n L/n: I mean, later he told me all that happened that night, because I remembered just flashes of it.

Warren Rojas: *smiles shyly*

Eddie Roundtree: Hear me out, everyone and their mothers knew that Warren and Y/n had feelings for each other, since day one they just connected. But on New Year's Eve, it was different.

Karen Sirko: Y/n was radiant, she looked at Warren in a way I've only seen... Nevermind *says shyly*

The rest of the band was in the living room while you and Rojas were cooking, or better, he was watching you cook. He watches you leaning on a counter while smiling at your every move, he loved watching you and you knew that and loved it.

“I know you are watching me Rojas.” You say while mixing the salad.

He comes closer, laying his body close to you. “I wasn’t trying to hide it.” He shrugs, and you roll your eyes playfully.

There was something about Warren's presence that you had never noticed before, he seemed to actually be there, by your side and one hundred percent present. You liked that.

“What was the first song you learned to play on the drums?” You ask without precepts, catching him by surprise with your sudden interest.

“I think it was something like...” He opens the cupboard under the sink, taking out two pans and pots, you immediately let out a laugh. He starts drumming a random beat that sounds more like noise. Looking at you as if he felt complete in your joyful reactions. “Thoughts?”

You burst into laughter, he smiles with his eyes shining. “So many.” You say when you finish laughing, wiping the corners of your eyes that had a little water in them.

“I always played, Mi Abuelo had a drum kit and that's where I started to learn. Ever since I was a kid, I would go there and pretend I knew what I was doing. Until I understood how the basics worked, and from then on, well... It became my fixation, it was all I wanted to do twenty-four hours a day.”

You smile genuinely in awe. “You were definitely born for this. Seriously, you’re the best drummer I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh stop, you don't mean that.” Warren Rojas was shy, you were in shock.

You let go of what you were doing, since you had promised that he would be the one to put everything in a container when ready. Wiping your hands on the nearest towel and turning to him with a serious look.

“I do, you're amazing.” Your gaze penetrating his eyes was the reason his legs were shaking.

“Gracias…” He says scratching the back of his head. "Means a lot.”

You see more than sincerity in his eyes, you see dedication, it was a type of intimacy that he had never had with anyone and that's when you felt that he allowed you to read him. Warren feels his heart beating like an animal desperate to free itself from its cage, he thought it was the absence of drugs in his system but it was actually the release of another hormone, he was falling in love.

He fakes a cough to bring back the air of simplicity, failing in one of his goals. “What about you cariño? Since when did you know what you wanted to do?”

You let out a sigh, raising your hand and calling him closer with your index and upper finger, he approaches you. You take your hands to the collar of his jacket, asking permission to remove it, he just agrees and so you do.

You position yourself behind him, removing your apron to tie it around his waist, Rojas closes his eyes feeling your touch in fear that it would end soon, and opens them when he feels you away.

You look at him once again, with curiosity, deciphering what was hovering between you. “I'm an artistic person, as long as I'm connected to art I feel good. When I turned fifteen I was in a play in my hometown, and found momentary but welcoming homes on each stage where I brought a character to life. That was the moment I knew.”

As you say it, you guide him around the kitchen, indicating what he should do. And during all those seconds, all Warren wanted was to put it all down and memorize your every move.

He focuses on the ingredients for the first time, which makes you surprised, but it was the only way he had the courage to say what he wanted. He feels his heart racing once again, is this what being sober is?

“Eres arte, hermosa.” He whispers, and you frown trying to understand. He tries once more. “You are art, you're just… perfect.”

Your mind and body stops for a moment, you widen your eyes. He takes a few steps back, taking off the apron and putting his jacket back on. You immediately rush over to him, cupping his face in your hands.

“Do you mean that?” You ask, afraid of the answer. “Please, tell me you do.” You whisper, like your body was begging for you to get closer to him already.

“I do.” He replies, taking his hands to your waist. “You are art, and I would spend days analyzing every detail of you.”

As your eyes locked, an overwhelming sense of tenderness washed over both of you. The kitchen's aromas faded into the background, and it was as though the entire universe had conspired to bring you to this moment.

Without haste, you pressed your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a meeting of souls that had been separated for far too long, a kiss that held the weight of a lifetime of unspoken love. Warren pulls you closer, feeling every curve of your body as he promises to “analyze every detail of you”.

The world seemed to hold its breath as your lips danced together, a delicate and cherished connection. Each brush of your lips conveyed the depth of your affection, a love that had patiently waited for its time to bloom. You play with the curly strands of his hair, showing urgency at this moment, for him, for both of you.

Time stood still as you shared that kiss, a moment suspended in eternity. It was a kiss that whispered of a profound bond, of two soulmates reunited at last, afraid to let go, lest this precious moment vanish like a dream.

When you finally parted, there was a softness in your gaze, and a huge smile on his face, you caressed his cheeks feeling his unshaven beard almost meeting his mustache, he plays with your shirt as if trying to keep his hands to himself.

“Thank God!” Eddie's voice makes you both jump in fright. “Took you long enough!”

Eddie Roundtree: We were starving!! They wouldn't come back. *Shrugs*

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... If you wanted to ask for something my requests are open, and if you want to ask and don't have any ideas check out my prompt list :) xoxo

Check out my Warren's series

Want to be tagged when new stories come out? REASONSMANDY'S TAG LIST

Taglist: @number1chonie @eddiesaurora @hopelessromantic727 @o1iv3 @94namkooksworld @warrenrojaswife @Jaidaschampagneproblems @boredshit-shadow @lantsovcolors @quezadaas @katiepotatie