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The Grammys

Eddie Roundtree x Fem! Reader

✧.* requested by two anon —¹ I’d really really appreciate if you wrote something for Eddie roundtree that was like him and reader is a pop singer who’s like just as big as six and they’re both like at their height and they go to like the grammys together and it’s a huge press thing bc there’s been speculation and rumours abt them but they’ve been secretly together until now and the media have a field day and they both win awards and just really fluffy and maybe smutty too but I’d appreciate anything the lack of Eddie on this app is appalling -thankyoouuu.

² Prompt 39, 31 and 25 - I don’t know if it’s too many or not but I swear the tension that all these prompts make would be amazing! Obviously a happy/fluffy ending! I absolutely love your writing!

✧.* summary — You could easily say this was the night of your life, and he certainly made it that much more special.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 3.4k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

As you stood before the grand mirror, the luxurious red dress you wore seemed to embrace every curve of your body, transforming you into a living masterpiece. The intricate beading and elegant draping made you feel like a modern-day Renaissance painting, radiating a mesmerizing allure. Each jewel adorning your skin caught the light, accentuating your magnificence and leaving no doubt that you were the embodiment of grace and beauty. The reflection staring back at you affirmed what you had known all along: tonight, you would command the attention of all who beheld you.

As a team of talented stylists and makeup artists worked their magic, you couldn't help but smile gratefully, realizing that this moment was the culmination of countless hours of dedication and perseverance. The path to this extraordinary night had been paved with tireless efforts, unwavering determination, and an unwavering belief in your own talent.

You remembered the days and nights spent perfecting each lyric, pouring your heart into every melody, and collaborating with Teddy Price, your trusted producer and adviser. Teddy had seen your potential long before anyone else, supporting you with unyielding faith and pushing you to reach new heights. Together, you had embarked on a journey fueled by a shared vision, navigating the twists and turns of the music industry to arrive at this pivotal moment.

As the hour approached, you found yourself seated in the plush comfort of the awaiting vehicle, your heart pounding with a potent mix of excitement and nervous energy. The anticipation was almost tangible, as if the very air was charged with the electric energy of the impending event. The soft skid of the car pulling away signaled the beginning of a remarkable night, one that would etch itself into the annals of your career forever.

Through the window, the city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of color as you made your way towards the prestigious venue. The vibrant streets mirrored the palpable buzz of anticipation that resonated deep within you. The Grammy Awards, the pinnacle of musical recognition, awaited your arrival. Every artist's dream was about to unfold before your eyes, and you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming mix of pride, excitement, and humility.

The vehicle came to a halt, and you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts as the moment drew near. With each beat of your heart, you embraced the realization that you had earned your place among the most talented musicians in the world. You were no longer the aspiring artist with dreams in her eyes; you were now the embodiment of those dreams, ready to captivate the hearts and souls of all who would witness your performance.

As the car door opened, a cascade of blinding camera flashes and the deafening roar of the crowd welcomed you to the threshold of this extraordinary night. You stepped out, a vision of elegance and confidence, basking in the adoration and admiration of your peers. The weight of the world may have rested upon your shoulders, but you carried it with grace, knowing that every step you took brought you closer to a destiny you had worked tirelessly to achieve.

You navigated the sea of well-wishers, exchanging warm smiles and embraces with fellow artists, feeling a sense of camaraderie and connection that only those who had walked a similar path could understand. The music that filled the air enveloped you like a comforting embrace, reminding you of the power and magic that awaited within the venue's hallowed walls.

This was your night, a night where dreams turned into reality, where your voice would resonate through the halls and touch the hearts of all who listened. You were watched by so many eyes, but one pair of eyes on you in particular seemed to burn.

Eddie Roundtree could only see you there, you were the only one that mattered. Beside him Warren held his drumsticks like "his trademark" posing for the photographers who shouted his name and blowing kisses to the girls who screamed for him, the blonde ignored his insistent calls, his gaze was fixed on you smiling at the photos, greeting the others present at the event and from time to time giving an interview for a report.

After a while watching you from a distance, the bassist pulls his friend by the arm, the drummer without understanding just follows him, waving goodbye to the fans.

"Eddie, what the hell man?" Warren questions, walking into the event with his friend, taking in the surroundings in awe. He always wanted to be here. "I was busy out there."

Roundtree rolls her eyes, "The girls will be there when you leave." He says with certainty, moving on to find the rest of the band to sit together. He couldn't take his eyes off that red dress in the crowd, he just couldn't get over your beauty.

You and Eddie had already crossed paths before, after all, you were on the same label. The first time you talked was at Teddy's birthday party, it wasn't a very long conversation, you were both very drunk so the only thing you remember was ending up kissing each other in a dark room by the end of the night. Since then you have a kind of "thing", an unnamed relationship, something that you both felt and lived a thousand times, you felt like it and quenched it as many times as necessary, but no one could know... For your own good.

It wasn't good for you to change the image you had on the record label, you didn't want anyone to hit on you, much less for things to change just because now you slept with Eddie. Then everything would remain confidential, and that's the end of the story.

And there you were, being admired by everyone at that event, and he couldn't show anyone that he was completely in love with you. You didn't know that, after all, he had never said it, but just seeing you like that made him feel the words escape his throat, wanting to shout to everyone that you were the woman he loved, that he wanted by his side, that you were his and he was completely surrendered to you.

…

As the night progressed, the air in the venue became charged with excitement and anticipation. The awards ceremony began, and each category announcement sent a wave of tension through the crowd. Backstage, you and Eddie found yourselves stealing glances at each other whenever the spotlight shifted away from the stage. The unspoken connection between you two seemed to intensify with each passing moment, as if the magnetic pull that had brought you together refused to be ignored.

As the evening unfolded, Daisy Jones and the Six, Eddie's band, secured their first Grammy win in one of the categories. The room erupted in applause and cheers, and Eddie's eyes sparkled with a mix of joy for his bandmates and pride for their achievement. He turned to you, a radiant smile playing at his lips, silently sharing the triumph with you.

"You were amazing out there," Eddie whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "I couldn't take my eyes off you. The way you commanded the stage... it's, fuck, mesmerizing."

Blushing at his words, you whispered back, "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Grammy Winner. Congratulations, Eddie. You truly deserve it."

You couldn't help but feel a swell of happiness for Eddie and the rest of Daisy Jones and the Six. Their success was well-deserved, and it only deepened your admiration for his musical talent. However, beneath the surface, a bittersweet realization tugged at your heart. The need for secrecy prevented you from openly celebrating their victory together, from embracing him in the euphoria of the moment. It was a reminder of the sacrifices you both had made to protect your hidden connection. And that's when you notice for the first time that you wanted to celebrate that with him in another way, in a more intimate way, to show yourself there for him.

Throughout the night, as more awards were announced and the energy in the room continued to escalate, you and Eddie found yourselves stealing moments whenever you could. With each category announcement, while others focused on the stage, you would discreetly slip away from the crowd, finding hidden corners and secluded areas where you could steal passionate kisses and stolen glances. The thrill of the clandestine rendezvous heightened the intensity of your desire for each other, fueling a fire that burned beneath the surface.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the event, Eddie would pull you aside, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's take a moment away from all this chaos," he'd suggest, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "I need to steal you away for just a little while."

Giggling, you'd follow him eagerly, your heart racing in anticipation of the stolen moments you were about to share. In those hidden corners, away from prying eyes, he would whisper sweet compliments, his voice laced with adoration.

"Have I told you that you look breathtaking tonight?" Eddie would murmur, his eyes tracing every curve of your figure. "But I have to admit, it makes me a little jealous seeing all those eyes on you. I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this." He whispers, kissing your neck, you feel a shiver down your spine.

You'd blush, feeling a surge of warmth at his words. "Well, I think you'll have to deal with it, 'cuz I have a lot of suitors out there." You shrug, pulling away from his grip.

He raises his eyebrows in disbelief, looking around you in fear someone might see you. "What a smart little mouth you have, huh."

You smile, loving teasing him. "I just told you the truth, it's not my fault that I look beautiful in red."

His fingers would gently brush against your cheek as he leaned in, his voice husky. "You're the most stubborn person I've ever seen, but fuck I love being thwarted by you."

You smile, getting dangerously close to his face. "You like the way I drive you crazy, don't you Roundtree?"

He pushes you against the wall, whispering against your ear, his breath making your entire body shiver. "I hate when you act like that."

A playful smile would tug at your lips as you playfully retorted, "Ah, so that's it, you hate me? Say it to my face then! I'm here, listening to you…" You hold his chin, making him stare at you, fuck... He was completely given to you.

"You can't, right?" You smile, proud to hear he doesn't respond after a considerable time.

Eddie's expression would soften, his gaze filled with affection. Something you really didn't expect, since you were in a different mood, you look questioningly "Don't look at me that way, I haven't done anything. I'm just... helplessly in love with you."

You think you heard wrong, he just smiles and kisses you one more time. The world around you would fade into the background as your lips met in a fiery embrace, the outside world temporarily forgotten. These stolen interludes became your secret haven, where the weight of expectation and the complexities of your careers melted away, leaving only the raw connection between two souls deeply entwined in the music that brought them together.

You hear the end of the presentation and the call for the next nominees, then you return to your seats, you try to hide your racing heart due to Eddie's words but it only gets worse when you notice that this was your nomination. You go back to sitting in your seat, listening to the presenter narrate in a slow and torturous way, it was as if he was speaking at 0.75 speed, you wanted to go there and snatch that paper from his hand and find out at once.

It's like falling off a swing, going down a roller coaster, all the confidence you've carried with you this far slips away and you feel ridiculous thinking you could win that award. You close your eyes, your knuckles must be so white because your hands tingle from the grip you press against them, you feel the coldness of the rings against the palm of his hands the pain of the pressure is soon present, the tension in his shoulders seems to consume you with every word that man says. You open your eyes for a moment, bringing your gaze to Eddie and the rest of the Band, Warren is hugging their grammy like it's a baby smiling at you pointing to the stage in encouragement, Daisy smiles trying to give you comfort, you can read Eddie's lips saying "This award is already yours".

As you stand there, frozen in the moment, you hear the announcer's voice resonating through the grand hall. "And the Grammy for Best Album of the Year goes to... Y/N L/N!"

Time seems to stand still as the words sink in. The room erupts into thunderous applause, a symphony of cheers and admiration for your musical prowess. Your heart swells with a mix of overwhelming joy, disbelief, and gratitude. A single tear escapes from the corner of your eye and traces a glistening path down your cheek.

With trembling legs, you make your way toward the stage. Each step feels surreal, as if you're floating on a cloud of euphoria. The spotlight follows you, illuminating your radiant smile and the shimmering tears of happiness in your eyes.

As you reach the podium, the presenter hands you the coveted Grammy trophy, a symbol of recognition for your artistic brilliance. You hold it in your hands, feeling the weight of the moment, and glance out at the sea of faces, each one a testament to the impact your music has had.

Taking a deep breath, you approach the microphone, your voice steady but laced with emotion. "Thank you," you begin, your voice resonating with genuine appreciation. "This moment is a dream come true, one that I never could have achieved without the unwavering support of my incredible team, my family, and my fans."

The crowd erupts into applause once again, their adoration washing over you like a tidal wave. You continue, your words fueled by the overwhelming surge of gratitude and love within you. "I want to dedicate this award to every person who has ever believed in me, who has felt the emotions I poured into this album. This Grammy is for you. And to my fellow nominees, thank you for inspiring me to reach higher and push the boundaries of my art."

A thunderous applause reverberates through the hall, a standing ovation from your peers, acknowledging your talent and the impact you have made on the music industry. In that moment, you feel an indescribable sense of fulfillment, knowing that your music has touched the hearts and souls of so many.

As you step away from the microphone, the room fills with admiration and reverence. The applause echoes in your ears, a symphony of triumph and celebration. You hold the Grammy tightly to your chest, feeling the weight of the honor and the countless hours of dedication that led to this moment.

Walking back to your seat, you catch Eddie's eyes in the crowd. He is beaming with pride, his applause ringing out among the rest. With a mixture of gratitude and affection, you share a brief, knowing glance, acknowledging the role he played in shaping the album that has now been recognized as the best of the year.

Amidst the applause and adulation, you find a moment of stillness, closing your eyes briefly, as if to etch this extraordinary moment deep into your memory. The realization that your music has touched hearts, moved souls, and now earned the highest accolade in the industry washes over you like a tidal wave of affirmation.

And as the applause gradually subsides, you take a final look at the Grammy in your hands, a symbol of your triumph, and a testament to the power of your artistry. With renewed determination and a heart filled with boundless gratitude, you know that this is just the beginning of an incredible journey that lies ahead, a journey filled with more music, more passion, and more extraordinary moments to be cherished.

…

You pulled the cigarette smoke with your eyes closed, feeling his kisses on your shoulder, the cold early morning wind hit your half-naked skin while his skin warmed you from behind on that porch. The two of you had escaped the crowd to take advantage of each other's presence, congratulate each other on winning the night in a special way, from the balcony you were able to see LA with an air of indifference, as if you didn't belong there, as if you were more than that in a way, feeling part of something bigger.

He continues kissing your shoulder and you put out the cigarette, throwing it away, turning to him and kissing his mouth tenderly, he pulls you close, enjoying your presence near him, feeling your skin was the best thing for him, he knew nothing could match having you under his fingertips. You caress his long blonde hair, lightly pulling his strands feeling him shiver with your touch, he gently pushes you against the glass that separates the balcony from the apartment and you gently end the fervent kissing session with pecks on his lips.

You watch him under the moonlight feeling your chest fill with gratitude for that day, feeling in fact the luckiest woman in the world during that night. You had won a Grammy and you were sleeping with the bassist from the most famous band in the world, better yet, you were falling in love with this bassist.

You hold his face tenderly, wanting this moment to last forever. "You know what?" You question in a whisper, he denies with his head, looking deep into your eyes. "I'm hopelessly in love with you too." You confess and he opens a playful smile, letting out a laugh making you frown not understanding.

"Tell me something I don't know." He shrugs and you give him the middle finger, walking into the apartment and throwing yourself on the bed. "We're both head over heels in love with each other and we're both idiots wanting to deny it" he says laying down next to you, pulling you closer.

You laugh, taking one of your hands to his hair. "Who told you that I've been in love with you for a while?"

"Oh shut up!" He says kissing you, while tickling you.

You pull away from the playful tickling match, both of you breathless and with smiles that light up the room. Your laughter subsides, but the warmth and connection between you remain strong.

Eddie leans against the balcony railing, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know," he says with a playful smirk, "I think I might have to start a new category at the Grammys for 'Best Kisser.' I'm pretty sure you'd sweep that one too."

You playfully roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "Oh, please," you retort, feigning mock arrogance. "We all know you're just trying to win an award for 'Best Flirt'."

He raises an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. "Flirting is my hidden talent, babe," he replies, leaning in closer. "But I think you're the real winner here. 'Best Tease' category goes to you, hands down."

You giggle, giving him a light shove. "Oh, come on now," you say, pretending to be offended. "I'm just having a little fun with you. Can't blame me for keeping you on your toes."

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Trust me, I wouldn't have it any other way," he says, pulling you closer. "It's those teasing moments that make being with you so damn exhilarating."

You lean in, whispering in his ear, "You do realize that the award for 'Best Couple Banter' is also in our future, right?"

He grins, his breath tickling your neck. "No doubt about it," he replies, his voice filled with playful confidence. "We're gonna sweep the Grammys and steal the show with our banter skills. Just wait and see."

As you both share a lighthearted laugh, the night breeze carries away any lingering tension. In this moment, with playful banter and gentle touches, you realize that the connection between you and Eddie is not just about music and awards—it's about enjoying each other's company, embracing the fun and spontaneity of life, and cherishing the joy of being together.

You stay on the balcony, arms intertwined, savoring the laughter and the shared moments. The world may know you as Grammy-winner artists, but in this private space, you're simply two souls entwined in a light-hearted and beautiful love story. And as the night unfolds, you can't wait to see what other funny, romantic, and adventurous chapters await you both.

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