#Daisy jones x fem!reader

[allisluv]

karen or daisy sfw alphabet, perhaps??<3

ahh nonnie i love this! i need more daisy and karen requests! and camila while we're on the subject, too! i promise i'll get around to doing a karen one too at some point so keep an eye out for that :)

pairing: daisy jones x fem!reader

trigger warnings: brief mentions of drugs, alcohol and recovery

A = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

daisy's quite affectionate but it's so subtle that people dont notice from outside of your relationship. she shows affection through her songs and physical touch-- there are threads of you hidden in the lyrics of her songs and she's always holding your hand underneath the table.

B = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

i always imagine a friendship with daisy starting at either an after-party or at one of her shows; maybe she sees you dancing in the crowd and can't help but think how pretty you are. after her setlist, she approaches you and you two start talking and it blossoms into something after that. daisy is so loyal as a best friend and you just know she's going to be brutally honest with you, regardless of the topic at hand.

C = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

daisy loves to cuddle but she won't admit it to anyone. she likes being the big spoon but if she's had a bad day, she likes being the little spoon because it makes her feel safe and secure.

D = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

daisys terrified of commitment but she does imagine a future with you, shes just scared of being abandoned again, so she needs that extra bit of reassurance. daisy is canonically a bad cook and in my head, she's messy, too, but when she sets her mind on something, she can get it done super quickly, especially cleaning.

E = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

as i've said before, daisy is brutally honest, so you just know she's going to tell you straight out. theres no tiptoeing around it. she will just rip the bandaid off and leave. i think once the dust has settled, she reaches out just to make sure you're okay because believe it or not, she does still care.

F = fiance (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

daisys childhood wasn't the best, so shes quite bad when it comes to commitment, but in saying that, she would want to get married on the spur of a moment kind of thing, where the two of you elope in las vegas or something.

G = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

daisy is super gentle physically (apart from when she maybe has a bit too much to drink and loses control of her bodily functions). if we're talking emotionally, she can be really quite vulnerable when she wants to be, but that means she really trusts you.

H = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

daisy likes to make out that shes too tough for hugs but she would sell her soul for a good warm hug. daisy likes hugs after a long set, or after a particularly bad day in her recovery. daisys hugs are tight but cold because she runs cold.

I = i love you (how fast do they say the l word)

daisy keeps her cards close to her chest so it takes her a while to say she loves you, but she definitely thinks it.

J = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they get jealous?)

daisy can get so jealous but she tries not to show it. she gives you the cold shoulder for a while but then she realises she's being silly and apologises for shutting you out (which takes a lot for her to do).

K = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

daisy pours her soul into her kisses. she doesn't do anything half-assed and the same applies when she kisses you. she likes to kiss you on the lips and she likes to be kissed on the neck.

L = little ones (how are they around children)

despite daisy being afraid that she'll fuck her own child up, she is surprisingly good with other people's children. she can get a baby to settle in seconds. she's so good at keeping toddlers entertained too.

M = morning (how are mornings with them spent?)

mornings with daisy are spent waking up to watch the sunrise on your balcony and trying not to be caught by paparazzi. its drinking orange juice straight from the carton and ordering pancakes from the hotels room service.

N = nights (how are nights with them spent?)

nights with daisy are spent giggling as the adrenaline high from your last show begins to wear off and collapsing into bed, makeup still on and clothes strewn around the room.

O = open (when would they start revealing stuff about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

it takes daisy a while to open up to people, especially because she is afraid that you'll use her secrets to gain a bit of fame. when she starts to trust you, she slowly starts to reveal things about herself, starting with small things and then progressing as time goes on.

P = patience (how easily angered are they?)

daisy's a firecracker and she does have a temper, but she can be patient when she wants to be.

Q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you say in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

if daisy's high or drunk, she tends to forget, but when she's sober, she will commit every miniscule detail to her memory and store it away for when she needs it.

R = remember (what are their favourite moments in your relationship?)

daisy doesn't care if it's cliche, her favourite memory is when she first met you.

S = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

daisy is so protective, especially when it comes to protecting you from angry, drunk fans. she would throw her high heels at them if they try to get handsy.

T = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

daisy forgets and then tries to throw something together at the last minute, but it's not done out of cruelty, she just has a mind like a siv.

U = ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

daisy chews her nails down to the bed.

V = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

daisy knows she's pretty but she's not all that concerned with her looks. like, she'll take care of herself, but not to the point where it's obsessive.

W = whole (would they feel complete without you?)

not to be dramatic but daisy would die without you.

X = xtra (a random headcanon for them?)

daisy's favourite flower is something no one has ever heard of. like, she has to explain it because no one has a fucking clue what it is.

Y = yuck (what are some bad habits that they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

daisy hates people who eat with their mouths open.

Z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

daisy sleeps with lots and lots of pillows!

[whenthep8wn]

deserve.

Daisy jones x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, a little internal homophobia, SOPILERS FOR EP 9, NICKY SLANDER, use of Y/N

A/N: OKAY YEAH I FINALLY WROTE A FIC AND ITS SUPER LONG!! okay bc it's my first fiction be nice also I love daisy jones and the six AND I JUST GOT THE BOOK! Request stuff!!!

How could he leave her like that? Not even just leave her. Period. But leave her in the fucking shower! Epecially When she was like that. What kinda of evil person would you have to be to leave someone there like that when you were basically the whole reason why that happened in the first place, and then you leave! "THAT GOD DAMN ITALIAN ASSHOLE!" That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when daisy told me what happened the night before the band and I, came barging out of are rooms after we all heard daisy screaming profanities at Nicky for leaving her there in the shower. "Y/N, please." The beautiful flower named girl said shushing me down from drawning any more attention to are seat in the crowded tour bus of daisy and the six. "Sorry," I said looking down quietly. "Come on Y/N, you're my closest, longest friend. You're the only one who truly knows me, and that's why you're the only person who knows the full story." "Well, I'm honored." I said with slight sarcasm making the fire head girl in front of me smile. "Anyway, I always got bad energy from Nicky, even when you invited me to the wedding. But, I didn't want to say anything because you were so happy." I said earning a strange look from daisy that turned to a small delighted smile. "I mean daisy, Those men didn't deserve you at all, Jesus-" "Wait Y/N what other men?" "All of them. Nicky, Billy, the guy who stole your beautiful Sublime, whatever song that he turned into a hit that should've been you're hit daisy!" "Y/N-" "You deserve so much better daisy." I said staring directly into her soul so maybe should would understand what I'm trying to say. That beautiful fiery girl scooched closer to me to look further into my soul. "Then who do I deserve Y/N?" Daisy said with that mischievous smirk she usually has on her face. I didn't need to say anything or so I thought. I thought we were on the same page but I guess I was wrong. I kissed her. Because I thought it was the right thing to do, because i thought it would change our relationship, because I thought it would change who I was, and where we were. But it didn't. I was still a woman. A lesbian. In the 70s. And she was still a woman. A straight woman. In the 70s. But, she didn't move. She didn't connect are lips like the puzzle piece that I thought desperately needed to be together. So I pulled away. I got up. "Y/N-" "Daisy, I'm sorry I shouldn't have. I-i- i didn't know what I was thinking, I know you don't feel the same, I'm so stupid!" "Y/N-" "-and- and look where we are I don't know what i thinking!" "Y/N!" "WHAT! NO! I mean no! I'm sorry I need to go." I stayed up all night. I couldn't sleep. I wouldn't sleep. My mind wouldn't allow me. My mind would only focus on her. My mind Could only focus on her. Around midnight I heard a very rushed knock on my hotel door. I was scared to open the door, but I was too tired and delusional to care less, so I just wanted to get this over with and tell who ever it was to fuck off so maybe I could get some sleep. When I opened a fiery red headed girl jumped on me and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms slung around my neck before I could even get a word in. "Daisy-?" I said questioning why she was knowing full well she didn't love me how I wanted her too. "Daisy, what are you doing here?" I asked again. "Shhhh-" she whispered putting her finger to my lips. "I'm here for you." She said while jumping down from my body. "Wha-" "It's you. I deserve you. You deserve me." She send stepping closer to me almost filling the space between are body's. "I want you." She said sincerely. "Okay, but daisy, the way you acted on the bus, and all the men! I never thought you would feel the same way." "I know, I'm sorry. But you just freaked me out I never thought you would feel that way and in front of the band I just... froze." She said while looking down. "But know that I know it makes a lot of sense." She giggled. "Hmm, I guess I was wrong then." "Yes you were very wrong. You deserve me."

[pandapetals]

Tennesse Whiskey

You go over to Xavier's mansion looking for Charles only to be greeted by Logan.

dofp!logan howlett x fem!reader - logan is a bit of an ass, no y/n used, no reader description, cussing, reader has fiery personality inspired by daisy jones, 70s setting, making out, liquor play, sweetheart/gorgeous and good girl pet names used, rough kissing, teasing banter

a/n: AHKJAHSAJKH - this is me rn because i am a bitch in heat. someone asked for a sequel to electric fever and i was like wtf am i supposed to write? then the tiktok gods blessed me with a scene from crashing (thank you jonathan bailey, i love you) and here we are. *takes several deep shaky breaths*

divider credit: @enchanthings

The car’s engine sputtered to silence as you rolled to a stop in front of the ruins of what was once Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The sign above the crumbling arch hung crookedly, the paint faded and peeling, like the rest of the mansion. The grass had given way to dirt, and vines snaked up the sides of the building like nature was reclaiming it.

You killed the engine, the sudden quiet making the eerie emptiness of the place feel heavier. For a second, you hesitated, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. It had been a few days since you had sex with Logan, and no matter how much you told yourself you didn’t regret it, there was still a weight in your chest. Maybe it was irritation. Or curiosity. Either way, you hated that he lingered in your thoughts.

With a sharp breath, you shoved the door open and stepped out, your knee-high boots crunching against dry dirt where there should have been grass. You squared your shoulders, slung your bag over one arm, and marched up the weathered stairs to the front door, slamming your fist against the wood three times in rapid succession. Each knock echoed into the emptiness like the whole mansion was mocking you.

The door creaked open slowly, the hinges protesting loudly. And there he was. 

Logan filled the doorway like a permanent fixture, wearing a tight white tank that clung to his chest and shoulders like it was painted on. His hair stuck up in its usual wild tufts, and there was that smirk—the same cocky, aggravating one that made your blood boil. He leaned casually against the doorframe, one hand resting on the edge, the other holding a half-smoked cigar.

“Was wondering when you’d come begging for more,” he drawled. The scent of smoke and whiskey clung to him like an aura.

Your eyes narrowed. “In your dreams, Logan.”

“Pretty sure you’ve been dreamin’ about it, sweetheart,” he shot back, stepping aside as you pushed past him into the mansion.

“Where the fuck is Charles?” you snapped, your boots echoing against the dusty wooden floors as you glanced around. The place was cold and hollow, and the quiet gnawed at your nerves. “I have no idea what’s going on, and I’m not in the mood for your shit. So where is he?”

Logan let the door fall shut behind you with a heavy thud, his smirk only widening as he tucked his cigar between his teeth. “He isn’t here.”

You turned on him, hands on your hips. “Then when will he be back? What about Hank?”

“Gone, too,” he said, shrugging like it was the least of his concerns. “But hey, you’ve got me.”

You glared at him, your patience wearing thinner by the second. “Guess I’ll wait here.”

Logan chuckled, a deep, rough sound that sent heat curling low in your stomach— which you immediately ignored . He sauntered closer, his boots scuffing lazily against the floor as he towered over you, his presence almost suffocating.

“Sure you wanna stay? ‘Cause I can think of at least a dozen ways you could make better use of your time,” he teased, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that made you want to slap him. Or kiss him. No, definitely slap him.

“Don’t,” you snapped, pointing a finger in his face before he could finish whatever smug remark was brewing. “You’re too cocky for your own good.”

Logan leaned in just enough for you to catch the faintest hint of smoke and whiskey. “And you love it,” his voice dropped to that infuriatingly low, gravelly tone that scraped against your nerves.

Your glare burned hotter, but you didn’t flinch. “Keep pushing me, and you’ll find out exactly how much I love punching that smug grin off your face.”

Logan’s smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he backed away, hands raised like he was surrendering. “Alright, alright. No need to get feisty. I’ll behave...”

He spun on his heel and walked away, his broad shoulders still annoyingly relaxed. “But hey,” he called over his shoulder, voice dripping with amusement, “if you do wanna go another round, you know where to find me.”

You let out a frustrated groan, your fingers itching to throw something at the back of his head. Instead, you dropped your bag with a thud and stalked after him.

“Got any liquor, asshole?” you snapped, catching up to him as he crossed into what used to be the mansion’s formal parlor.

Logan’s chuckle rumbled through the hollow space, and the sound made your teeth clench. “Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart, but Charles drank it all,” he said, not even bothering to turn around as he sauntered toward an old end table by the far wall.

You rolled your eyes, quickening your pace until you were walking in stride with him. “Since when did Charles turn into a goddamn alcoholic?” you quipped, earning yourself a half-smirk from Logan.

“Apparently, you’ve missed a lot of things,” he replied, his voice dripping with amusement as he reached the end table. He pulled the cigar from his mouth placing it on the table. Sitting on top was a tarnished gold tray, a lone bottle of whiskey, and a single glass. He picked up the glass, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he poured himself a generous splash. The amber liquid caught the faint light streaming through the grimy windows.

Your eyes narrowed as you leaned against the massive wooden table in the center of the room, crossing your arms. “You’re fucking kidding me,” you said, your tone sharp. “You have whiskey? After all that, you’re just gonna pour yourself a glass and pretend I don’t exist?”

Logan turned to face you, glass in hand, and that damn smirk of his widened. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little disappointment?” He took a slow sip, his gaze never leaving yours, like he was daring you to argue.

Your lips curled into a scowl, the heat in your chest climbing fast. “Do you have to be so insufferable? Or is that just a natural talent?”

“Natural talent,” he said easily, setting the glass down on the tray before picking up the bottle. He held it up, inspecting the label like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “And besides, there’s not enough here for two.”

You straightened up from the table, your fists planted on your hips. “Like hell, there isn’t.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, turning his full attention to you, the whiskey bottle dangling from his hand. “You that desperate, sweetheart?”

“Desperate?” you repeated with a sharp laugh, stalking toward him now. “I’ve put up with your bullshit long enough, Logan. If there’s one thing that’ll make it even remotely tolerable, it’s a drink. So, stop being an ass and pour me one.”

He didn’t move, though his smirk deepened, his teeth glinting wolfishly. “You want whiskey that bad?” he asked, his voice dropping to that gravelly, infuriating drawl that sent a shiver up your spine, whether you liked it or not.

“Obviously,” you snapped, stopping just short of where he stood.

“Alright then.” He set the bottle back on the tray, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. When he turned back to you, his eyes glinted with something dark, teasing, and far too confident. “C’mere.”

You blinked, your brow furrowing. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, stepping closer, his boots clicking softly against the floorboards. He towered over you now, his body radiating heat, and you could feel his breath, warm and laced with whiskey, as he leaned in. “You want a drink? I’ll give you one.”

“Logan, if this is one of your—”

Before you could finish, his hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly and setting you down on the edge of the wooden table. The rough surface creaked under your weight, and your boots dangled an inch above the floor. You glared at him, heat rising in your cheeks as you pointed a finger at his chest. “You are such a—”

“Open your mouth,” he interrupted his voice a low growl, his hands still resting lightly on your hips.

Your jaw dropped—not from obedience but from sheer disbelief. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

He nodded, his smirk practically feral. “Dead serious, sweetheart. Now, open up.”

For a second, you debated decking him right then and there. But there was something in his eyes—a challenge, an invitation—that made your blood run hotter. Against your better judgment, you rolled your eyes and parted your lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the low rasp in his tone sent a flicker of heat straight to your core.

You barely had time to glare at him before he brought the whiskey glass to his lips and took a slow sip. But instead of swallowing, he leaned forward, his mouth brushing against yours as he tilted his head. The whiskey spilled between your lips, hot and smooth, but before you could react, his tongue followed, sliding past your teeth and deepening the contact.

The kiss hit you like a punch—messy, heated, and all-consuming. The whiskey burned down your throat, but it was nothing compared to the fire spreading through your veins. Logan’s hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, and your hands instinctively tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer.

Your teeth grazed his bottom lip, and he let out a low growl, his hands sliding up to grip your thighs. The table groaned under the weight of your combined intensity, but neither of you gave a damn. His tongue teased yours, the lingering taste of whiskey making you crave more—of the drink, of him, of everything.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, Logan pulled back just enough to look at you. His lips were wet and swollen, a faint sheen of whiskey lingering on them, and the gleam in his eyes—dark, dangerous, hungry—sent a jolt straight to your stomach.

You licked your lips, tasting whiskey and him, and your voice came out more breathless than you intended. “Now are you going to pour me a glass, or what?”

Logan let out a low, gravelly chuckle that made your thighs tighten where his hands still rested. “Are you gonna beg for it?”

Your eyes narrowed, your irritation flaring instantly. “Do I look like a girl who begs?” you snapped, moving to hop off the table. But his hands didn’t let you. His grip tightened on your thighs, rough and unyielding, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he rasped, his smirk widening. “You’re the one who asked for a drink. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.”

You glared at him, the heat in your chest climbing higher. “I’m not backing out of shit,” you shot back, your fingers darting toward the bottle still sitting on the tray. “If you’re not gonna share, I’ll just help myself.”

You managed to grab the whiskey, the cool glass smooth in your palm, but before you could bring it to your lips, Logan’s hand shot out, covering yours and wrenching the bottle away with infuriating ease.

“Nice try,” he growled, tilting the bottle to his mouth and taking a long, deliberate swig right in front of you. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and when he lowered the bottle, his tongue flicked out to catch the drop sliding down the corner of his mouth.

“You’re a goddamn child,” you bit out, seething. “Can’t even share a drink.”

Logan’s gaze dropped to your lips. “Oh, I’ll share. But I don’t think you really want the whiskey, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer until your knees pressed against his sides. “I think you just wanted an excuse to kiss me.”

You huffed out a laugh, sharp and biting. “You’re full of yourself.”

“And you like it,” he shot back, his voice dipping low as he leaned in. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, and the deep rasp sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Admit it.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of rattling you—at least, not yet. “You’re delusional,” you muttered, though your voice faltered when his lips trailed down to your jaw, the scruff of his beard scraping against your skin.

He hummed, the vibration made your breath hitch. “Am I?” he murmured, his mouth skimming down to the curve of your neck. His teeth grazed your pulse point, and you gasped softly, your hands instinctively gripping the front of his tank top. “Because I think I’m in your head, sweetheart. Under your skin. And I think you like it.”

You opened your mouth to snap back, but then his lips latched onto your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Heat bloomed across your skin, spreading down your chest and pooling low in your stomach as his tongue soothed the spot before he moved lower, biting and kissing a trail along the side of your throat.

“Logan,” you said, his name spilling from your lips half in warning, half desire.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and wild, his hands sliding up from your thighs to grip your hips, firm and possessive. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough and fraying at the edges. “Admit it.”

You swallowed hard, your nails digging into his chest. “Admit what?” you asked, your voice shaky but defiant, even as you felt your resolve crumbling.

“That you like how I get under your skin,” he said, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. His breath was warm, tinged with whiskey, and it made your pulse race. “That you like the way I make you crazy.”

Your jaw tightened, but you didn’t look away from him, your breathing uneven as his hands gripped you tighter, his thumbs stroking small, maddening circles against your skin.

Finally, you huffed, rolling your eyes as your cheeks burned. “Fine,” you said, your voice sharp but barely more than a breath. “I like it. You happy now?”

The second the words left your mouth, Logan growled—a deep, guttural sound that made your entire body shiver. “Not yet,” he muttered, and then his mouth was on yours again, harder this time, hungrier.

His kiss was fierce, devouring as if your admission had broken whatever thread of control he’d been holding onto. His hands slid up your sides, tugging you closer to the edge of the table, and you wrapped your legs around his waist without even realizing it, your body moving on instinct.

You tugged at his tank top, fisting the fabric in your hands as his lips moved against yours, hot and demanding. When his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, you gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

Your fingers slid up into his hair, tugging hard enough to draw a low groan from him, and the sound sent a thrill racing through you. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck again, nipping and sucking in a way that had you arching into him, your breath coming fast and uneven.

“ Logan ,” you managed to gasp, your head tilting back as his teeth scraped against your collarbone. 

Logan’s lips moved against your neck like he had something to prove, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath hitch. His hands were everywhere—rough palms sliding up your waist, fingertips pressing into your ribs like he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

Your brain was short-circuiting, every thought scattered to the wind except for more . It was all you could think, all you could feel as the heat of him pressed closer, his broad body trapping you against the table.

“More,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your fingers curled tighter into the fabric of his tank top, pulling him closer, needing him closer. “I need more.”

Logan growled low in his throat. “You sure about that, sweetheart?” he rasped, his breath hot against your skin.

Before you could answer, his hands moved, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and before you knew it, the fabric was sliding up and over your head. He tossed it aside without a second thought, baring you to him in nothing but your bra. His gaze dropped, and the way his eyes darkened made heat flood through you, your entire body flushing under the weight of his stare.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he muttered, his hands cupping your waist as he leaned back in, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that stole the air from your lungs. His hands roamed higher, his thumbs brushing over the edge of your bra, and you let out a soft gasp against his mouth.

Your legs tightened around his hips, and he groaned as your fingers slid under the fabric of his tank top, nails raking lightly against the hard planes of his stomach. Logan’s mouth was everywhere, moving from your lips to your jaw, then down your throat to the sensitive spot at the base of your neck.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he growled against your skin, his voice rough and ragged.

“Just hurry up,” you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair as his teeth scraped against your collarbone.

Logan chuckled, low and dark, the vibration of it making you shiver. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra, and you were about two seconds away from helping him when—

“Ahem.”

The sound cut through the heated fog like a bucket of ice water, and Logan froze. His lips stilled against your skin, his hands halting mid-motion.

Your head snapped up, and there, standing in the threshold was Charles and Hank.

Charles’s expression was between mildly amused and thoroughly exasperated, his hands clasped neatly in front of him. Hank, on the other hand, was wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open slightly like his brain hadn’t quite caught up with what he was seeing.

Logan reacted faster than you, snapping into action like nothing had happened—though the growl rumbling low in his chest told a different story. He grabbed your shirt from where it had been tossed, spinning you away from the two men as he yanked the fabric back over your head with the kind of speed and efficiency that only Logan could manage.

“Don’t look,” he barked over his shoulder, his hands still adjusting your shirt as though shielding you from view would undo the last few seconds. “Turn the fuck around.”

Hank immediately slapped a hand over his face, turning away so fast he almost tripped over his own feet. “I—I didn’t see anything!” he stammered, his voice pitched a little too high.

Charles, however, didn’t move, his lips twitching as though he was suppressing a smile. “Logan,” he said calmly, the faintest hint of dry amusement in his tone. “I see that you’ve been… preoccupied.”

“Not another word,” Logan growled, his voice low and dangerous as he adjusted your shirt one last time before stepping in front of you, blocking you from view entirely.

You, still catching your breath and absolutely mortified, peeked out from behind Logan’s broad shoulders, glaring at the two intruders. “Now you want to show up?” you snapped, your cheeks burning hotter than they ever had in your life.

“Quite honestly, I didn’t expect to find… this ,” Charles replied smoothly, gesturing vaguely to the two of you. “If I had known, I assure you, I would have announced my presence more tactfully.”

Charles cleared his throat, glancing down briefly at the floor before looking back up at Logan with an air of professional detachment. “We’ll give you both a moment to, ah… compose yourselves,” he said, gesturing for Hank to follow him out.

Hank, still not looking at either of you, mumbled something unintelligible and practically bolted for the hallway. Charles followed at a much more measured pace, but not before casting one last glance over his shoulder. “When you’re done, Logan, I’d appreciate it if you could join us in the study. We have matters to discuss.”

Logan didn’t respond, his glare enough to send Charles out without another word.

The moment they were gone, you let out a sharp exhale, your hands covering your face as you groaned into your palms. “I hate you,” you said, though your words were muffled.

Logan chuckled, turning back to you with a shit-eating grin. “No, you don’t.”

You glared at him through your fingers. “I mean it, Logan. I hate you.”

“That right?” he said, stepping closer, his hands finding your waist again as his smirk softened.

Your cheeks burned hotter, and you shoved at his chest—not that it did much, considering he was built like a goddamn brick wall. “I’m serious. I hate you.” 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he shot back, leaning down to press a quick, teasing kiss to your lips before stepping away entirely. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s go deal with these two before they pass out from whatever they just walked in on.”

He held out a hand to help you off the table, and though you glared at him for a long moment, you eventually took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

“You owe me whiskey after this,” you muttered, adjusting your shirt as you brushed past him.

Logan chuckled, following close behind. “Oh, I’ll give you more than whiskey, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “But only if you ask nicely.”

You shot him a scathing look over your shoulder, but the slight curve of your lips gave you away.

[alltheflowerstomav]

Hidden

Paul Mescal x Fem!Reader

You've always been used to being left behind and having everyone cheer for your sister. But when people start saying that your boyfriend and her would be a perfect couple, you end up freaking out.

Part 2 coming sooon

[letmesleep8]

the fucking punchline // elliexreader

CHAPTER 1: White Carnations

Ao3

content warnings/tags: drug usage (weed), implied daddy issues

notes: hello lesbians! this is my second ever fanfiction here on tumblr, quick reminder: i didn't drop the other one. this is kinda slowburn and also kinda daisy jones & the six inspired, so if you like that book you might like this too. i'll always link up the songs I used in the story at the end of the chapter. hope you enjoy. <3

taglist: @lorelaihehe @lonelyfooryouonly

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September 09th, 2023 

Time shakes, found you at the water 

At first you were a problem my father, now I love you like a father a brother

Earthquakes shake the dust behind you

This world at times will blind you

Still I know I’ll see you there

The calloused, ink stained hands scribbled on a sketchbook, next to a drawing of what seemed to be a wolf. On the same page, Ecology notes got lost between chord progressions and two-sentence long lyrics. Near the margin, a quick but precise drawing of Dina’s eyes. 

Ellie was sitting in the corner of her Organic Chemistry lecture at Jackson’s Community College, hiding her freckled body under a gray sweatshirt and her sleepy eyes behind overgrown face-framing bangs. As the professor finally called the class off, she got up from her seat, walking to her visibly well loved truck, its blue paint holding scratches and slight dents, clearly faded from the sun

I sat on my window as I watched her old truck drive by, as loud as always. I was waiting for my nails to dry, afraid that the maroon polish would stick to everything if I didn’t have the  patience to let it take its sweet time. She got off her truck and stepped on her cigarette before  going through the front door. 

I had met Jesse a few weeks earlier, it was karaoke night at the bar. I managed to get a few drinks from the old creeps there and was already feeling a bit too “happy” when I stepped onto the improvised stage we had set up and gave that bikers’ bar the best drunk performance of “Hopelessly Devoted to You” they had ever seen. 

I have always loved to sing. Writing, playing  the  guitar, putting up concerts for my family in my living room. Music is my soul. But I’ve come from a reality where art wasn’t an option, being an artist would not pay my rent, nor would it show to my  parents that I wasn’t a complete disaster. So I worked as a waitress and saved up  to  the last cent of any tips I would get, only spending enough to pay my parents my contribution to what they spent so I  could go to cosmetology school

After I finished my fifteen minutes of fame, I went back to the cold reality and started cleaning up some tables. That was when Jesse came up to me, drunk and full of compliments to give. He had a girl beside him, Dina. He started rambling about his band and how they’re so good that they even do weddings, and then he asked me if I had ever auditioned for a singing  gig  at all. I was full of confidence and whisky, so I gave him my number when he said they could  use another vocalist

The next morning I had basically forgotten about my new deal, and I figured he would have forgotten about it  too. But I was wrong. The boy did not forget about it, in fact, he kept calling me to schedule my “audition”. So I finally gave in. I grabbed my guitar case and started walking to the address he gave me. It was just down the street from my house, at  the Miller’s. I held the case on my shoulder and walked towards the open garage door. There were Dina, Jesse and the girl I had only seen from my window every now and then. 

– You actually came! – Jesse got up from his seat, walking his way to me. – Oh, you play the guitar  too? Damn, Williams, found someone else to do your work. – He joked and the girl gave him an annoyed look, sitting comfortably on the old chair inside the garage. I couldn’t help but observe how her thighs set apart from each other and her head was thrown back mindlessly. 

– So, are you gonna show me what you’re all about? You seem to have really impressed the other two. – She gestured for me to sit on a stool, her voice was, honestly, cold but not in an unfriendly way. She seemed nonchalant, but not distant. Her green eyes had the warmth her mouth seemed to lack and her face was strangely expressive, like someone who had spent their developing  years in front of the tv instead of talking to people, but it complemented her sharp voice just perfectly. 

– This is a song I wrote a few weeks ago. It’s not finished yet, but I think it’s fine. – I spoke as I tuned in the guitar while keeping my eyes mostly on the girl, who seemed to be paying close attention to me and, at the same time, seemed to disdain me. 

She analyzed my every move as I started singing. I could see some curiosity peeking through her eyes when I began performing the first verse. 

“She's asleep in the backseat

 Looking peaceful enough to me

 But she's wakin' up inside a dream

 Full of screeching tires and fire”

I played the chords and kept singing the words, trying to mask the knot on my throat. “Emily, I’m sorry, baby / You know how I get when I’m wrong” I tried to keep my voice from shaking;  not because of the lyrics, I haven’t talked to Emily since 8th grade and, honestly, I just think it’s a beautiful name. I wanted to cry because I felt anxious. Turns out it hurts more to overcome your fears when your blood is not 50% whisky.

It was as if I could listen to my  father screaming from a distance: “you are a waste of time!” Suddenly, it was like I could slowly feel my blood going through my veins all throughout my body, sliding like raindrops on a window. I was feeling overwhelmed, the song felt never ending and I was sure that I had gotten at least 30% of all the notes wrong. I didn’t realize how much I wanted this, how much I craved for a chance to showcase my songs, a chance to pretend that my dreams were possible. And in my head, it was all over, until I heard Ellie’s voice from across the room.

– Sounds good to me. – She shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows. – If you two think she’s good then she’s good and she’s in. I’d be the odd one out anyway. Dina flashed me a warm smile and gave me a side hug.

– Welcome to the band! – She nudges my arm.

– Rehearsal every Sunday, Wednesday and Thursday from 3 to 5 pm. – Jesse smiled from the worn out couch he was lazily lying on. 

We decided to spend the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other better. Dina talked about some songs she would like to perform at their next weddings, Jesse laid back on the couch and played with the drum sticks. The band had some work of their own, but not many since Ellie was basically the only one who was more interested in writing than playing covers. 

– Hey – I was sitting on the floor and scrolling on my phone, Ellie scooted closer to me, brushing her jeans against my knee. – D’you write that song by yourself? The “Emily” one and shit? 

– It’s called “Emily, I’m sorry”. – I chuckled, nodding. – Yeah, I did. I actually write a lot of songs. Why?

She reached out for her sketchbook inside of her forest green backpack, I couldn’t help but notice how it matches her eyes almost too perfectly. She flipped the yellow pages  until she found a small verse of lyrics to show me. I wasn’t really used to showing unfinished lyrics to people but I grabbed the small handbook in my pocket.

Do you understand the things that you’ve been seeing?

Do you  understand the things that you’ve been dreaming?

Come a little closer, then you’ll see

– I woke up in the middle of the night last week and wrote this down on my phone. Do you think it could perhaps work with the melody you wrote? 

– Well, actually… – She scratched the back of her head and looked up. 

– You haven’t thought of a melody yet, have you? – I smirked.

– No, no, of course I have, I just… – She stuttered. – It just needs a bit of… refining.

– Refining, huh? – I chuckled.

Jesse told Dina he was bored and, with a smirk, they both decided it was time to go watch a movie at his house. I was ready  to take my things and leave too, but Ellie stopped me.

– Hey, wait! – She called for me. – Do you want to work on the song? I mean, I ain’t got no professional studio but we could make it work with what I  have. The others don’t really like to write and shit, I was thinking maybe we could give that one a try.

– Oh, sure. – I smiled softly. 

She closed the garage door, giving us some more privacy. Ellie reached for the laptop on a tools table, it was plugged into a reasonably nice mic, she must have saved up for ages to buy it. She also got an electric guitar out of the case and started to tune it. With my acoustic guitar, I started humming a few different generic melodies that came to my head, until Ellie liked one and decided to try to follow it with her guitar. We stayed there for a while.

– Do you like it that way? I don’t think it’s working out well enough. 

I scratched the back of my head, my eyes narrowed. I rubbed my hands over my face. 

– I don’t know, I'm just having trouble locking in, I guess. We could give up for now, if  you want. 

– I know something that could help, if you’re up for it. – She smirked slightly. Maybe I was overthinking it, but I could swear I saw her eyes wander to my mouth. – I  mean, if you’re even a smoker, of course. 

– Oh. – I fell into reality and felt stupid. – Oh yeah, sure, I- I mean, we could try. Cool.

She got up and gestured to me to follow, I put the guitar on the case and took it with us. We exited the garage through a small door that led to the kitchen. Her house was messy enough to be acknowledged as a college student’s but it was furnished like some kind of family had once lived in that space

She led me up the stairs, into her room. I shyly sat on the edge of her bed and she got some weed and some silk out of her bedside table. She started rolling it up and I watched as she licked it together in record time, I would be lying to say I wasn’t impressed. A simple lighter came out of her pocket and she took a long hit before passing it over to me. I brought both the blunt and her gaze up to my lips, taking a drag not as experienced as hers. It wasn’t  my  first time smoking but I was scared to bite more than I could chew, for some reason.

– So, are you from around town? Never seen you around. –  She was trying to break the ice. I got up from her bed and walked towards her window, she was quick to follow after me. 

– Right there. – I pointed to the other side of the street, about three or four houses over. She seemed surprised. 

– Really?! – She spoke, surprised. –  I thought that was where the annoying lady from the Neighborhood Association lived. The one that’s always telling people to speed down and shit.

– Yeah, that’s my mom. – I laughed as I watched her cheeks  grow a bright red, her eyes trying to look anywhere but mine. – It’s okay, she really is annoying. She does that to me too and I’m her own daughter. – I sat on her windowsill, taking another drag of the joint. She joined me, sitting by my side. 

– I mean, she never complained about the noise during the band’s practice sessions. Gotta give her that, though. 

I laughed and she took the weed back. 

– She can be a bit mean but she is a music lover, after all. Maybe you’ve found her soft spot with that one. 

– Aw shit, gonna have to give her tickets to our next underground-bar concert. 

We both laughed at the idea of my mom at one of our shows. 

– Gonna make sure to tell her to look out for it. – That was when I realized I hadn’t asked a really important question. – What’s the band’s name anyway?

– White Carnations. – Ellie took another hit, blowing the smoke outside and passing it to me.

– White Carnations… – I breathed out the smoke. – I like it. Any particular reason for the name? 

– I don’t know. – She shrugged her shoulders. – Sounded good, I guess. – She was clearly lying, but I didn’t want to push her too hard so I changed the subject. 

I went back to playing some chords on the guitar and we were lost in a comfortable silence, until I had an idea. I started humming something along the lines of: “Ten thousand people stand alone now / And in the evening the sun sank, tomorrow it will rise / Time flies by, they all sing along”, repeating the last line over and over until Ellie started singing it too. At some point she simply changed it to “time flies, bye-bye” and I absolutely loved it. It sounded like something you’d point the mic at people so they could scream at a concert

Only then I realized my bare feet were in her lap, like we had been the closest of friends for ages and not distant neighbors that only now realized that each other existed. Her tattooed hand rested on top of my ankles and her hazy eyes and smile seemed as familiar as my mirror. That evening we wrote the entirety of ‘Come A Little Closer” while sitting on her bedroom window, then ate a bunch of chocolate covered ice cream bites.

[reasonsmandy]

Silver Springs

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @navia3000 — hi hi hi!!! i’m OBSESSED with your writing and i was wondering if you could write an eddie x reader story for me! i thought of this in the shower, but basically, reader is the bassist of the band and has been in love with eddie for a long time, but eddie is in love with camila. everyone knows she’s madly in love with him, but he doesn’t seem to realize it. after cami and eddie get together that one night at the bar, and then when they’re talking at the party, reader overhears the whole thing and is really upset because camila and her are very close and she knew that reader loved eddie. camila walks back to the party but sees reader standing there and realizes she heard everything. reader gets mad and stops talking to both eddie and cami, just ignoring them every time they’re around. it gets to the point where cami gets fed up and says some mean stuff to reader about eddie not wanting her in front of everyone else. reader packs her stuff and leaves the band without saying anything, basically just pulls a houdini. some time later, the band is at a festival and the band performing before them is the reader’s and she’s the lead singer, and they realize it’s her and are like omg. reader sings her hit song silver springs (og by fleetwood mac but im pretending its reader’s song) and it’s obvi about eddie. she sings it while staring at him just like stevie does lindsey. and you can end it however you want. i know this is really long and im sorry 😭 i just love your writing and wanna see how you do this. thank youuuu :))

✧.* summary — a fic based on Silver Springs by fleetwood mac

✧.* warnings — Camila being a jerk :(((

✧.* word count — 3.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was soooo fun to write, I'm just obsessed with this song

Love is fucked up, and you were living the worst of it since you fell in love with Eddie Roundtree. Of course, it's not about every type of love, but you knew very well that there is nothing as painful as unreciprocated love. It was like being slowly consumed by a feeling that will always be there, and there's nothing you can do to make it stop.

When you guys decided to move to follow the band's dream, it wasn't an easy decision, you were scared to death that you were making the wrong decision but there was comfort in doing it with those you were close to. Now that you were having the chance to create a new album, you felt like it was time for you to grow up in a big way.

The work had been difficult, you spent a lot of time in the studio recording again and again, and only being done when it was perfect. And despite the regrets, you knew that everything was heading towards what you were going to and were living. There is something that was addictive about work, it made you forget about the disaster surrounding your love life, you felt pathetic for futilely insisting on a feeling that had no direction or departure.

You felt yourself falling in love with Eddie when you guys moved to the new town, despite your time performing gigs and also with other gigs out there, you still spent a lot of time together, something that was enough to make you fall in love with him. He was always very kind and understanding with you, even more so when you missed home a lot, slowly as you became closer to each other you couldn't help your feelings anymore… something you just hated.

Everyone knew that he was deeply in love with Camila, including yourself. You knew that when your heart started beating faster everytime he passed by or talked to you, there were several times you tried to hold every feeling back, knowing that it would only lead to heartbreak.

As everyone knew about Eddie's feelings towards Camila, slowly everyone noticed your feelings towards him. Of course there were jokes and teasing (even more coming from Rojas), but it slowly became an unspoken topic that everyone knew but no one said a thing. And you honestly appreciate it!

You had no idea if Eddie knew about it, and you hoped he never did. Because even if you didn't have any hope, or at least tried not to, you wanted to deprive yourself of the look full of pity coming from someone who doesn't feel the same way. Looking to escape all your thoughts, you spent many more hours than necessary in the studio working late, and today was no different.

“God! You're still here?” Daisy says as she opens the studio door, a cigarette hovering on her lips.

“I have a lot to do.” You say shrugging, while giving her a small smile.

“No she doesn't.” You are startled a little when you hear Karen's voice behind you, turning slightly to see her blonde hair.

“Is this some kind of intervention?” Your laugh came out nervously, they look at each other.

“Well, maybe?” Jones gets closer to you, you can smell the cigarettes on her clothes.

“You're working like a dog, so we thought you could come with us to a party?” Karen suggests, her eyes showing her eager for you to agree.

“I don't know guys…” You scribble some things in your notebook, nothing specific other than lines and circles.

“Come on!” Karen holds one of your hands to help you up. “Just try it, I promise that if you don't like it Daisy will take you home.”

“Oh, I will?” Daisy looks at her, you can't help but laugh when you see Karen giving her a threatening look. “Yeah, of course I will.”

You see no escape, so you soon find yourself among a considerable number of people wearing your favorite dress. Karen had been called by a boy to talk better, you hadn't noticed who it was but you knew where she was in case it took too long and you got worried, Daisy was lying on a sun chair around the pool talking to a group of people you had no idea who they were, and you, as expected, were standing there waiting for something interesting to happen.

With your half-full glass in hand, you approach the chairs looking to sit somewhere, your steps stop when you see a familiar figure you blink a few times to make sure you were right, and after a few blinks you confirm that Eddie was there too. Having been alone for a long time and bearing in mind that you wouldn't have company anytime soon, you decide to go to him.

As you make your way into the crowd you see him getting up, you frown trying to get a look at where the hell he was heading to. After a few attempts, bumping into some people and a couple of "I'm sorry" to those who had been pushed past you, you are amazed at what you find. It was unusual to see Camila leaving the house for a party, especially alone, you were immediately surprised, looking around to see if other band members were around.

Well, it wasn't the worst case scenario! At least now you have more company to spend the night with, you continue but immediately notice a different air between them. Your body weakens and your heart races, he gets closer to her and she doesn't step back, you can't help but wonder what the fuck was going on so you decide to sit near them and try your best to hear them.

“Wow, you chose me over sure thing like that?” You barely hear Camila's voice among the others.

“I'll choose you over everyone.” Your heart hurts on your chest, you felt sad.

The silence between them is all you hear even with the noise around you, you turn to see what was happening and bitterly regret what your eyes found. Camila holds Roundtree's face gently, her shaking hands indicated apparent nervousness and her fingers didn't show firmness, she was kissing him.

You couldn't believe what your eyes were showing you, your friend forever was kissing the man you were in love with. It was more than a pain, it was a deep betrayal. You didn't give a shit about the fact that Billy was also being betrayed, he had already done worse to her, but you... She knew your feelings, nothing could justify what your eyes witnessed.

You quickly grab your bag, not bothering to tell Daisy or Karen that you were leaving, you just wanted to disappear.

Knowing that you would eventually have to see Eddie if you returned home, you decide to go to any 24-hour establishment, any place where you could get your head around work in peace. Maybe it was raw feelings, or just lack of attention, but you didn't care if disappearing caused a fuss among your friends. If it were up to you, a complete song would be created that night out of all your frustrations.

…

When Eddie opened the doors to the house he was surprised to see the lights on, Karen was on the sofa with her hands in her hair and her legs kept moving up and down. He frowns and gives a questioning look to Warren who was eating a banana in the corner of the room, he just takes a deep breath and doesn't give another answer.

“I swear to God, if she's not having sex right she better have a good excuse to just disappear!” Karen utters, Graham puts one of his hands on her back as comfort.

“What the fuck is going on?” Roundtre asks, a little bit worried.

“Y/N, Daisy and I went to a party and she just vanished.” Sirko's blonde locks got messy as she frantically ran her hands through it.

“What?” Eddie widens his eyes, worried. "You left her alone?"

“Are you going to keep throwing things in my face? I know I fucked up, alright.”

“I think we all should take a rest, it's late.” Graham says.

“Yeah, and besides… I'm pretty sure she'll be back tomorrow.” Rojas tries to comfort everyone, and after a while he manages to get them all a little bit more calm.

…

You were a mess, your hair was a mess, your papers spread across the table were a mess and you didn't even want to look at your face. But you had a song made, lyrics complete, rhythm organized and the guitar and bass part was done, and even with a lot of anguish, you were proud of your work.

You quickly stuff the papers into your backpack, and order a taxi to the house you shared with the band, knowing that you would be scolded for disappearing last night. But honestly, all you wanted was to forget what happened.

“I'm gonna kill you.” You hear Karen's voice and Immediately let out a long breath, she stops when she sees your face. “Bloody hell you look horrible.”

“Thank you very much” You roll your eyes, trying to pass by her, he holds your arm.

“What happened?” You can see she was worried, but you felt pathetic just thinking about saying any of this out loud.

“I can't say it.”

“Bullshit!” She crosses her arms and stops in front of you, preventing you from going forward.

“Fine, I don't want to say it.”

“Where were you yesterday?” She tries once more.

“Writing.”

“You left in the middle of the party to write?” Karen arches her eyebrows, in disbelief. “Without any extra reasons?”

You see Camila approaching, and it takes a lot for you not to cry when you see the person you trusted who had broken your heart so easily. You avoid her eyes, wiping away the tears that escaped.

“Look, I don't want to cause any fuss.” Your voice was choked, your gaze fixed on your foot.

“Karen called me worried yesterday, what happened? Where were you?" Camila comes with her calm voice, you feel a disappointment growing in your core.

“I left, alright?” You say louder than you expected, closing your eyes to take a deep breath. “And I'm leaving.”

“Who's leaving?” Warren's voice comes behind you, he joins everyone. “Hey Y/N, you good?”

“Not really, no.” You give him a small smile, he for sure would be one of the things that made this harder. “I'm quitting the band.”

“What?” They all say together, you swallow hard.

“Why?” Karen was shocked, in disbelief.

“I love you guys so much.” You say between tears, taking a while to pull yourself together. “But I only get hurt lately, and I need time to heal.”

“Who's hurting you?” Warren says in defence. “I'll kick their ass!”

You let out a laugh, “I don't want to cause a mess between you guys, I'm just going to pack my things and go.”

“I don't get it.” Karen says, so lost.

“Just be honest with us.” Camila asks.

“Look, it's fine.” You shrug, holding your bag close to you. “Just like I said, I don't want scandal.”

“You're being ridiculous.” Sirko let's out, frustrated.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” Camila asks, nodding towards the balcony, you go with her. “What's happening to you?"

“I saw what you did yesterday." Your voice became more choked, you tried hard not to cry. “How could you?”

“What are you talking about?” You can see that she is taken by surprise.

“I saw you kissing Eddie yesterday.” Your vision is blurry with tears. “Why?”

“Look, let's not over react this…” Her voice is lower now, as if trying her best to avoid any attention.

“How on earth am I overreacting?” Slowly you got mad, trying to hold back all your emotions. “All this years I told you how I felt about him, how I bad I felt and yet you… you still did it.”

“Y/N, that's no reason to leave the band.” She avoids the subject. “They need a bass player, you can't just leave when they're recording an album…”

“No fucking reason?” You were shocked, your heart racing. “You don't even care about me, you're worried about the band.”

“Stop being like that.” She rolls her eyes. “It's been years of this, he doesn't like you. I know I did wrong but not with you, with my husband…”

“You think that what you did with me was not a betrayal?”

“I honestly don't think so.” She laughs, and that sents you. “He doesn't feel a thing about you, maybe it's time for you to get over it.”

You cry, your chest hurts. “I'm leaving.”

You turn to leave, knowing that your conversation has been heard by the others when you are met with pitying eyes.

…

You said you would and you did, you left there and only kept in touch with Karen after a few months of leaving. Little by little you got good opportunities, and over time you joined a band that was having great success.

Your song 'Silver Springs' had been written on one of the most troubled nights of your life and had now become your ticket to glorious days like this one. Festivals were your favorite days, you just loved to feel the audience's energy and sing along with them.

But besides loving all of this, today was being chaotic… You knew you went on stage in a few minutes and your guitar player was extremely drunk, you were furious and extremely nervous.

“Oh my God!” The British accent said each word slowly, you turned to see your ex bandmate with a wide smile heading towards you. “You look amazing! It's been so long.”

You go to her hugging her for a while, after some usual questions like "how have you been?" "How are the others?" "Any news?" She looks into your eyes with her eyebrows showing concern.

“Is everything alright?” She asks.

“Not actually, our guitar player fucked up.” Your voice was filled with nerves. “And we're up soon, I don't know what to do! He is the only one who can actually sing and—

“I could help.” You jump when you hear Eddie's voice behind you, you're body reacting weirdly at the sight of him after so long.

“Hearing our conversations?” You try to hide your small smile. “I see you didn't change, uh.”

“Not a bit.” He gives you a smile and you remember why you fell for him in the first place. “So, what do you say?”

“Do you really know the song?” You wanted to hide the way your body automatically wanted to go to him.

“You kidding me?” He jokes, adjusting his collar. “Everyone knows this song, it's amazing.”

“I'd love your help Eddie, thank you!” Somehow you feel peace between you two.

…

You feel the lights on your skin as you get yourself ready, amidst the expectant hush of the gathered crowd, the first haunting notes of "Silver Springs" begin to weave through the air. You get to the center of the stage, paying attention to the audience as you let the notes lead you, your presence commanding and vulnerable all at once. Opposite you, Eddie Roundtree appears—a silent sentinel, yet a potent source of the tension that fills the space between you.

The audience goes crazy, everyone knew the rumors about your song and what has inspired you. There was a huge controversy about the release of this song right after you left Daisy Jones and The Six, so when they all see Eddie Roundtree by your side to play it was for sure a fact to cheer for.

As your voice rises, imbued with a raw, piercing emotion, the air seems to thicken. Each word you sing, a testament to love lost and the pain of what could have been, hangs heavy in the atmosphere. Somehow you remember ‘Regret Me’ and how Daisy let out her feelings in the lyrics, you felt connected to her even though you left. Eddie's gaze, intense and unwavering, meets yours. It's a look that speaks volumes, a silent dialogue that only those who have loved and lost can fully comprehend.

You feel the audience’s attention, and your heart softens as you hear their voices sing along with you. As the song goes on, its lyrics casting spells of everything you once felt for the man by your side, the connection between you and Eddie becomes palpable, almost a living thing that reaches out and enfolds every heart in the venue.

With every verse, the space between you seems both to widen and to shrink, a paradox that only deepens the allure of your interaction. It's as if the song is a bridge you're both building back to a moment lost in time, laden with all the things left unsaid. The air vibrates with the tension of the unspoken, the weight of history that both separates and binds you two. It's a tension that speaks to the heartache of love's aftermath, the beauty of art born from pain.

You see in Eddie's eyes curiosity and at the same time regret, you consider looking away, but once you connect like that it is impossible for you to look away. It was like letting your souls show, and dance together. You approach him without taking your eyes off at any time, he accompanies you to the music feeling tense.

As the song reaches its crescendo, a silent conversation occurs in the span of a few heartbeats. It's a moment of vulnerability and power, a clash of emotions that spills over into the audience, leaving an indelible mark on the collective consciousness of the crowd. The applause that follows is thunderous, not just for the technical brilliance of the performance, but for the courage it took to bare such raw emotions in the full view of the world.

“Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen! I hope you enjoyed our show and have an amazing time with my friends… everyone, please welcome Daisy Jones and The Six"

You leave the stage accompanied by your band, you imagined that Eddie would stay on stage to save time, but the touch on your shoulder that makes you turn around tells you no.

“Hey, can we talk?” Eddie says, you can sense his tension.

“But, you guys are up next.” You point to the other band members arranging their instruments.

“I just, I wanted to know…” He holds back, trying to figure out what to say. “I just wanted to know if you still… if you still feel the same way about me.”

You swallow hard, “Do we really have to talk about this?”

“You know I didn't mean to hurt you.” You avoid his eyes. “I really didn't.”

“It's okay, we don't have to talk about it.”

“But I do want to, this song is…”

“Eddie, it's the truth.” You didn't know how to say this in another way. “I was hurt, and I guess I did a good job, because I'm sure you'll never forget the sound of me.”

He avoids your eyes, letting out a chuckle. “Do you think we can be friends?”

“I don't think I'm ready for that.” You say honestly, his eyes, despite being sad, seem to show understanding. “But maybe we'll meet again someday.”

“I really hope so.” He whispers.

“Hey brother, we gotta go.” Warren calls out for Eddie, turning to you. “You guys nailed it up there.” You murmur to him a “thank you.”

“Good-bye guys.” You say goodbye, leaving Eddie with just the sound of your love.

...

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[imiwrites]

can you write something for graham dunne where you’re apart of the band and secretly dating but you accidentally tell the band that you’re dating cuz you were drunk sorry if that was confusing 😭😭

I Said What?

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader

Sypnosis: You knew you weren't meant to say anything, but you can't help it when Graham is just so comfy.

WC: 1k

Warnings: drinking, accidental confessions

A/N: The hype for DJATS has died down now but I still eat it up. I love this silly little book with my whole heart.

masterlist

Getting drunk wasn’t something you weren’t used to. Since The Six had risen to fame, parties were a common occurrence for you and the band. There was a lively buzz coming from the crowd, and the alcohol in your system made you feel fuzzy on the inside. You were sitting next to Camilla on the couch, talking quietly to yourselves as the party continued. Occasionally, your eyes would meet with Graham’s, and he offered you a small smile.

“Who are you looking at?” Camilla nudged your side teasingly.

That was the only thing you hated about these parties. Graham. Your boyfriend. The tow of you had agreed to keep your relationship on the down low, especially with the band’s newfound fame. The last thing you needed was for the whole world to know about your relationship. Unfortunately, the whole world meant everyone, including your bandmates. It’s not that you didn’t trust them. You did, for the most part, but someone could easily slip up.

“Nothin’,” you shrugged, directing your attention back on Camilla, “Tryna see if I could spot anyone slightly interesting.” “No one’s caught you’re attention yet?” she hums, “You’ve looked over that way a few times now.” 

You inwardly curse at yourself for thinking Camilla wouldn’t notice your longing stares. She notices everything. 

“No, there’s never really anyone interesting at these parties anyway.” You say, grabbing your beer and taking a long sip of it. You screw up your nose a little, the strong taste hitting the back of your throat. 

Camilla nods her head, seemingly satisfied by that response. 

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞« 

Slowly, the party began to die down. The people left, and the house was now a complete mess, solo cups and bottles everywhere, leaving the floor quite sticky, and a prominent smell of alcohol lingered in the house. Even though the house was in desperate need of cleaning, you and the band sat on the couches, talking about everything and anything. The alcohol you drunk no longer had you feeling bubbly and talkative, instead you now felt sleepy. 

The need for sleep was getting to your head, and fast. You turn to the side, resting your head on Graham’s shoulder, allowing for your eyes to flutter shut. 

“Is my shoulder not good enough to be leant on?” Warren feigns shock from the other side of you. You opened your eyes, noticing him and the others actively staring at you. 

“No, I think I prefer my boyfriend, but thanks for the offer.” You say, smiling sweetly, before leaning back on Graham’s shoulder with your eyes closed.

“Your what?” Warren yells, his eyes flicking between you and Graham. 

Graham’s face is bright red, but you seem to out of it to realise what you actually said. 

“Shh, Warren, ‘m tired.” You groan instead, leaning in further to Graham’s touch. 

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed.” he whispers into your hair, also using it to partly hide his face.

You grumble slightly, but don’t necessarily disagree, so Graham gently says goodnight to the other band members, leading you back into your room. He places you down on the bed with ease, and he lifts up your legs to drape the blanket over you, knowing how much you hate waking up cold.

He flicks the lightswitch off, looking back at you and watching the way your chest rises and falls with each even breath you take. He smiles to himself, before shutting the door softly.

“Wanna tell us what that was about, Graham?” Eddie grins, and Graham felt his face flush.

“Well, I mean, Y/N, kinda said it all.” Graham says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“And you didn’t think to tell us?” Billy asks, and Graham shook his head.

“It’s not like that… it’s just… y’know, Y/N was worried. Rumours, all that shit. We didn’t really need anything going out to the public just yet. A-And it’s not that we don’t trust you guys! We do, but we were just getting big when we first got together, and we didn’t want someone to accidentally… slip up or anything.” Graham replies, trying to keep it together.

“I get it, don’t worry. And hey, for what it’s worth, you guys are really cute together. You got good, Graham.” Billy grins at him, and Graham smiles back.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

When you wake up the next morning, you aren’t shocked to find yourself still in your clothes from last night, makeup smudged everywhere, and a pounding headache. You get up slowly, taking a sip of the water left on your bedside table, undoubtedly from Graham. Holding your head, you change into some more comfortable clothes, an oversized shirt and a pair of leggings. Begrudgingly, you make your way out to the kitchen, hoping to find some paracetamol to stop the pain in your head. 

“Well, good morning to you, too.” Graham grins. He’s sitting at the table with Eddie and Warren, eating a piece of toast. 

“Morning,” You grumble back, searching through the cupboards for a tablet.

“Here, let me help you, love,” Graham says, getting up to help you search.

Hearing the name he just called you, you spun around fast, looking at him with wide eyes. “What?” you half-laugh, half stare blankly at him.

“You don’t remember?” Graham laughs, squeezing your side and planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “No…” you whisper. 

He leans down, whispering the events of last night in your ear. 

“I said what?!”

[bumblesimagines]

how long have you had feelings for me?

what's a kiss between friends?

would it make things weird between us if i kissed you right now?

Daisy Jones

would it make things weird between us if i kissed you right now?

what's a kiss between friends?

how long have you had feelings for me?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

While you much preferred the company of little Julia in comparison to most of the people partying downstairs, once the baby had dozed back off in your arms, you decided it'd be better to set her back down in her crib and let her sleep properly. You gave your niece a peck on the forehead, smiling gently when she stirred and quietly exiting the nursery before she could wake up and start fussing again. 

The party downstairs had grown packed with all sorts of people you had no real interest in. Producers, managers, up-and-coming singers or actors, and just about anyone deep in the music industry. Many were friends or aqquantices of your sister's husband, Billy Dunne, and his band, and as much as you wanted to enjoy the party, you hardly trusted Billy around the booze being poured in every corner. Camilla assured you at every moment that he'd changed, that he swore off the drugs and beer and women. But the only thing you saw when you looked into his eyes was the memory of your sister weeping in her hospital bed with Julia in her arms because her husband had failed to show up. It filled you with nothing but anger and disgust. 

You slipped outside into the backyard and dug around in your coat pocket for your pack of cigarettes and lighter. It felt better standing outside instead of the stuffy, smoke-filled rooms inside. You stuck a cigarette between your lips and fiddled with the lighter until it flickered on long enough to light it. You barely had time to inhale before it was snatched from your lips.

"You mind?" The spunky redhead asked, already holding the cigarette between her lips. Her eyes crinkled with amusement and she took a deep inhale before dragging it from her lips and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. "I was looking for you everywhere, you know."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that, Daisy Jones?" 

The first time you'd met the redheaded singer otherwise known as Daisy Jones, it'd been in the studio when Camila had sent you over to bring lunch to everyone. You never kept up with the band so the new face had come as a surprise but from then on, you found yourself bumping more and more into Daisy Jones. She seemed to pop up out of thin air with her wild mane and chatterbox tendencies. You preferred her over Billy, and her rivalry with him only amused you, but she still reminded you of him. She drank too much, popped too many pills, and did too many lines. Her body fought hard to keep her alive, that was for sure.

"I don't know," She admitted with a shrug, a smile stretching across her face. "I just like your company, I guess."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Daisy giggled softly under her breath, running her finger over her bottom lip as the last bit of smoke left her mouth. She swiped her tongue over her drying lips and tilted her head, her big blue eyes gazing over your face. "Would it make things weird between us if I kissed you right now?" 

"What?" You laughed in surprise. 

Shrugging, Daisy wrapped her lips around the cigarette again, staining it with her lipstick before pulling back again. "What's a kiss between friends?" She laughed that time, nearly coughing on the smoke and breaking out into nervous giggles. Daisy looked away from you and wrapped her fingers around one of her swinging hoop earrings.

"Depends. Are we just friends?" You asked lightly, biting back a chuckle when her head snapped back toward you, eyes widening even further. Her cheeks darkened with a soft pink. Gotcha. "Daisy Jones... how long have you had feelings for me?"

[andy-15-07]

After all we are a family

masterlist ! pairing: Finnick Odair x fem!reader x Johanna Mason

GENRE: fluff, love

After everything that happened, with the revolt against the Capitol, you and Finnick went back to our home, in District 4. Everyone and things became normal.

When I got home, it was as if something was missing, not something rather someone and that person was Mags, she volunteered as a tribute for me because she knew I was pregnant, she was not only a mentor for me but she was like a mother. Mags and Finnick were my mentors in the 70th annual Hunger Games, they helped me survive.

Finnick decided that we should have a house right by the ocean, because the ocean is the only thing that reminds us of some beautiful memories, when you and Finnick declared your love for each other, when I called Mags mom for the first time and when I confessed to her that I was pregnant with Finnick's child.

I told Finnick that I am carrying his child after our wedding in District 13 and after I told him he was the happiest man in the world, he had a child with the love of his life, the one who was really happy was Johanna.

When you gave birth to your and Finnick's daughter, Mags Johanna Odair, Johanna and Finnick were with me and they were the happiest. If it was Mags, I know she was also happy that I named my daughter after her.

And the mornings spent with them are the most beautiful.

The morning sun wakes you up and when you turn to your husband's side of the bed, you are met with the place where he was sitting, it was empty, I realized where the most important people in my life were, on the beach.

I get out of bed and take my robe and head out of the house, when I reach the door I look at the scene that is happening in front of me. Finnick was sitting down on the sand with his feet in the water, with Mags on his lap and I see my husband showing something to our daughter.

I slowly leave the house and head towards them, the only thing I'm happy about is that they didn't hear me when I left the house and when I approached them.

"Every time I come here, but especially when I'm near the water, all my worries disappear, just like you did my love." Finnick tells our daughter.

"Good morning Finnick and good morning Mags!" You say and sit down next to them.

"Hello love, I hope you slept well," says my dear husband.

"I slept well. What's up with you two on the beach so early? How long have you been out?" You ask Finnick as you play with little Mags who was happy to see her mom.

"Not long ago, I think it's been 30 minutes since we've been out and the reason we're out is because our little Mags woke up crying and we said not to wake you so we came here, when she saw the water, she calm. It's as if she knows that this is our place, which makes us calm down, it's obvious that she's our daughter." He says and hugs our little treasure.

Johanna always says that her niece is a perfect combination of you and Finnick, Mags has Finnick's eyes and hair, my lips and nose and how we joke about Johanna's behavior when something doesn't suit Mags, which Johanna doesn't deny this.

"Of course she knows she's our daughter." You tell him and rest your head on his shoulder but your eyes don't stop looking at your beautiful daughter.

It's so quiet that we don't hear the famous Johanna Mason heading towards us.

"I know you're fine but I want to know where my favorite niece is." when Mags hears her aunt's voice it's hard to hold her.

Johanna comes and sits next to you and I take Mags from Finnick's arms and give her to her, who was already waiting for her with open arms.

Johanna Mason is not a person who shows her feelings and emotions but around you and Finnick she is completely different, she was always by our side and we were by her side. After all, we are a family.

"I really missed my little niece, sometimes I wish she would come with me, to protect her. But I know our little Mags is safe now, it's not like it was before, everyone is free. " He says and plays with Mags Johanna.

"Johanna, everything will be fine, everything is safe now. We are fine and we are a family no matter what." Finnick says and you keep looking at Johanna who continues to play with the little being, our treasure.

"Finnick's right, we're safe. Jo you know that too." you tell him and then he raises his head and looks in our direction and slowly nods in agreement.

You get closer to her and take her in your arms and after Finnick comes closer and hugs all three of us, his confidants, his wife, daughter and our friend but Finnick and I considered her as our sister.

We sit together on the beach and either look at the crystal clear water, or talk or play with Mags.

After all, we are a family.

[targaryenluvs]

just rewatched daisy jones and the six and it’s consumed my head.

the river ft simone is stuck in my mind

(not that i’m complaining)

sam claflin is multi talented and it makes me want him even worse like wdym you’re a god on the guitar and amazing at singing you hot sexy bitch no fair

[exilynn]

The best fake tweets vibes Of Fanfic Echoes Nocteris

Note: I was going to post it a long time ago and I forgot. HAVE FUN!

I'M GOING TO DIE LAUGHING SO MUCH AT THIS TWEETS with Eddie's headcanon sister and Lily

If you guys like, I'll bring more ♥️

[allisluv]

do u think u could do like a cute winter thing for billy dunne. like maybe him and reader are in the snow or decorating the house or something. i love ur writing btw!

baby it's cold outside.

pairing: billy dunne x fem!reader

content warnings: fluff fluff fluff!! pre-established relationship, billy is super clingy and his love language is physical touch, kissing, kind of a bit of pda, billy taps reader on the ass once but it's a joke, use of pet names (baby)

summary: billy and you share a kiss in the snow.

word count: 0.9k

Cold, bitter air drifts in through the open window as you roll onto your side and nuzzle in closer to Billy, craving his body heat. 

He stirs in his sleep and absentmindedly reaches out for you, carding his fingers through your hair as you rest your head on his chest. The two of your legs are intertwined together under the covers, and he scrubs a hand over the length of his face as he slowly starts to wake up. 

You shift positions and tuck your hands under your head, looking at him through your lashes. You can’t help but admire how pretty he looks right now when he’s still in sleeps greedy clutches. He whines at the sudden loss of contact and you crack a smile. “‘Shh. ‘M still here.” 

Billy slowly pries his eyes open and blinks away the sleep. His voice is rough and gravelly as he reaches for you and pulls you close. “Mhm. Mornin’.”

“Morning.” You smile to yourself as you melt under his touch. “Guess what today is?” 

Despite not being able to see him, you already know that his brows are furrowed together as he runs over all the possibilities for what today is. 

You laugh to yourself and bring your joint hands up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. This time, you do look up at him. “Do you hear that?”

A look of concentration comes over his face as he strains to hear what you’re referring to. “No. I can’t hear anything. It’s quiet.” 

You smile. “Exactly. It’s the first snow of the year.” 

Billy grins and presses a chaste kiss to your temple. “And how exactly do you know this, baby?” 

You shrug. “I can feel it in my bones. C’mon, let’s have a look if you don’t believe me.” 

He groans as he lets you drag him out of the warm bed and over to the windowsill. You peel back the curtains and peek outside, smiling when you see the blanket of white. “See? Told you so.” 

Billy chuckles at your bratty response. “Okay, okay, you were right, and I was wrong.” 

You arch a brow at him. “Oh my God, where’s my tape recorder?” 

Billy gives your ass a playful tap before hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you over to the bed. He plops you down and crawls on top of you, kissing your cheek and the tip of your nose before moving down to peck your lips. You laugh against his mouth and he grins into the kiss. “Right. Let’s get changed.”

You whine when he pulls away. “Why?”

“C’mon, baby, don’t pout. We’re gonna get dressed so we can go out in the snow, silly.” 

You perk up at the idea, propping yourself up on your elbows. “You’ll actually go out in the snow with me? You hate the cold.” 

Billy shrugs. “But you don’t and that’s good enough for me.” 

Your heart melts in your chest at that and you stand up, winding your arms around his neck. His hands fall to rest on the plush of your hips and he squeezes lightly. “I love you, Billy Dunne.” 

Billy grins. “Good, because I love you just as much, if not more.” He kisses the crown of your head. “So, does this mean we’re gonna get changed, or…”

You laugh. “Alright, alright, I can take a hint.” You reluctantly untangle yourself from him and move to the closet. He follows behind you, so close that he’s basically walking on your heels, and wraps his arms around your waist as you sift through your hangers. 

Eventually, he moves away just enough for you to slip into a pair of jeans and a sweater. He gets into a pair of clean clothes himself before rustling through a drawer and pulling out a knitted hat, scarf and pair of gloves. “Here, baby. Put these on. Keep you nice and cosy.” 

You smile, letting him dote on you. He gently pulls the hat over your ears and slips the gloves onto your hands with ease. He wraps the red scarf around the column of your neck before smiling to himself. “I should be a fashion designer.” 

You snort at that. “Babe, you dressed me in three pre-prepared items of clothing. You’re not the next Vivienne Westwood by any means.”

Billy throws his head back in a laugh and taps you on the nose. “Oi. Cheeky. C’mon, we gonna go out into the snow or what?” 

You let him lead you down the staircase and out the front door. The air is cold and bites at your exposed skin when you step outside, but Billy’s hand is nice and warm in your own, and you don’t really care about much else right now. 

The snow makes a satisfying crunching noise under your boots as you walk down the driveway, tugging Billy along with you. Snowflakes drift down out of the sky, landing on your lashes, and Billy cups your face in his hands, smiling down at you.  “I have morning breath.” You warn. “I haven’t brushed my— oh!” 

Billy cuts off your rambling by slotting his lips over your own. His tongue traces your bottom lip, quietly asking for permission. You deepen the kiss, pressing his body close to yours as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

You melt into his embrace and reluctantly pull away when your lungs feel like they are going to collapse in on you. He rests his forehead against your own as you both catch your breaths. 

Eventually, you break the silence. “I think it should snow more often if you’re gonna kiss me like that.”

[pinkdaiisies]

Someone’s Jealous…Warren Rojas x Reader

summary: jealousy gets the best of warren when you decide to talk to a guy at a party. luckily eddie is there to get warren to confess

notes: i am a slut for love confessions. that’s it.

camila and billy’s house filled with excitement as more and more people came through the door. the party was supposed to be the band and a couple people from the recording studio. obviously word got around that there was going to be a party at the bands house.

you were sat on the couch with a drink in your hand, sandwiched in between eddie and warren. you were having a nice night. especially since a cute guy kept smiling at you from across the room. warren caught sight of the blush on your cheeks. he followed your gaze and saw the guy that was looking at you. a wave of jealousy washed over him.

the drummer secretly had a crush on you since high school. what he didn’t know is that you did too.

with the drugs and alcohol running through his body, warren felt like he wanted to punch the guy.

“oh c’mon y/n! you could do way better than that guy over there!” warren protested. you looked at the mystery man who was wearing black bel bottoms and a shirt that was probably a size too small for him, which made his happy trail visible.

“whaaaat no he’s cute!!!” you argued.

“y/n. this dude looks like he shops at baby gap.”

“yea his shirt is wayy too small for him.” eddie chimed in.

“see! eddie agrees with me!” warren said.

“eddie agrees with everything you say warren. you two are mean, i’m gonna go talk to him.” you say as you get up from the couch.

“see what i mean! dude doesn’t even have the balls to approach you first! no chivalry! none at all!” warren shouts as you began walking away from him and eddie.

“welp at least you tried man.” eddie says as he takes a drink from his beer.

warren and eddie watch closely you as you go up to tiny shirt man. warren couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous you looked. it upset him that you went to go talk to another guy.

“i don’t know why you don’t just ask her out! i mean she’s so obviously in love with you.” eddie said.

“if she’s so in love with me, why is she talking to another guy right now?”

“because you don’t have the balls to confess your feelings for her!!!” eddie argued. he was tired of seeing his two best friends dance around eachother, and he was getting sick of having to comfort a heartbroken warren every time he had a bad trip.

“i have balls!” warren says loudly. earning a couple of concerning looks from the people around him.

“fine then. prove it.” eddie eggs warren on.

“damn right i’ll prove it!” warren says, still sitting on the couch.

“do it then. right. now.” warrens eyes get larger. he wasn’t planning on confessing his love to you at a crowded party!

“right now…?” warren said nervously.

“i mean… you don’t have to, but if you don’t i guess that means you have no balls.” eddie said, taking another sip from his beer.

“fine then! i’ll be back.” warren downed the last of his drink and promptly got up and made his way over to you and tiny shirt guy. “i’m sorry to interrupt your guys conversation. i’m sure whatever you were saying man was totally interesting, but y/n will be leaving you now.”

and just like that, your conversation with mystery man (whose name you learned was actually nick) was over. warren put his hand on your lower back and guided you through the extremely crowded house.

you couldn’t even be upset with warren because of how good he looked tonight. walking through the house, all you could pay attention to was the feeling of warrens fingers grazing your skin.

“warren what the hell was that?” you asked. he didn’t answer back.

a minute later, you two were standing in the backyard. there was still a lot of people around, but not as much as inside. you two were able to hear each other without having to shout. warren stared at you, he looked like he had something to say, but was scared to say it.

“warren what’s wrong?” you said sincerely. warren was not acting like himself.

“listen, i couldn’t stand seeing you talk to that guy over there.”

“warren, he was nice! his personality didn’t match his style at all! i promise.” you tried to reassure your friend.

“no. it’s not just him. i hate seeing you flirt any guy! i’m about to tell you something extremely serious okay?” warren said as he put his hands on your shoulders.

“i really like you y/n. i really really do. since high school! that’s why i get in a crappy mood whenever we’re at parties like this. you’re a magnet to men! especially me! and i literally cannot take another night seeing desperate men try to flirt with you, because they’re not good enough for you! and i’m pretty drunk right now, and i probably sound so stupid but-”

“warren!” you interrupted his rambling. “you’re jealous aren’t you?!” you laughed.

“maybe a little.” warren shrugged.

“you’re cute when your jealous.” you smiled at him.

suddenly you felt warren pull you against him. warrens lips met yours in a kiss that you’ve been waiting on for what felt like eternity. his hands rested on your cheeks as he pulled apart from the kiss.

“wait… so you do have feelings for me? right?” warren asked.

“yes warren. obviously.”

***

“oh my god i can’t believe it.” eddie said to graham and karen, who joined him on the couch soon after warren left.

the pair turned their heads to where eddie was looking. it was you and warren walking through the crowded house together, his arm around your shoulder, and your head was turned giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“jesus christ finally,” karen said. “i thought we would have to live with their awkward sexual tension for the rest of our lives.” warren sat on the chair next to the couch, and you joined him on his lap.

“you know eddie, i think you’re the one with no balls.”

[horrorxxsapphic]

MILK - DAISY JONES x Fem!READER

Summary: Based of the song "MILK" by the 1975, Daisy is strung out of her mind in the nights of New York City looking for a hit and gets hooked on something or someone else....

minors dni

Warnings: active addiction, use of drugs, angst, fingering (r receiving), oral (D receiving), multiple orgasms, car sex, scissoring, squirting (r), lesbian sex!!

-Ignore the logistics of hooking up in a van and just enjoy the vibes :)

Wc: 2k

[ The straight lines, they unwind you, She does a little thing with her eyes that says, "We're off soon". She says the bleeding's incidental 'cause she's so cool. She said, "I'm no fun if you've only a bottle of wine” And now she's doing it all the time ]

Daisy had impulsively relapsed a few days ago and had been on a faded streak of getting high on whatever was handed to her and coming down to nothing but a weak sweating pile of skin and bones swearing she wasn’t gonna touch that stuff again, she was in a desperate cycle of pleading and feining.

She ditched her friends and her band, really anyone who knew her trying to get lost in herself. She wanted to fall off the map completely, she wanted to melt into the powdery crystals of her drug of choice. Waining in and out of her mind for days on end as she’s grown comfortable with this unstable state. It’s her inside pleading that puts the fear of god into her, which prompts her to keep going on with her high.

She’s almost out of coke and has to scourge around dingy places of her hideout city to try and score, Daisy completely disregards her safety in this situation as only one thing matters to her at this moment. She puts on a skimpy outfit that consists of a tight black mini-skirt with sheer laced thigh-high stockings that have small holes in them, a thin black sports bra, and thick wedged heels. She didn’t look like herself and this puts her at ease. 

She incoherently stumbles out the front of her busy-bodied hotel already high on the last bits of blow she had, already on a hungry hunt for more with the thick red carpeted floor shifting beneath her feet making her feel a little nauseous. Daisy’s too out of her mind to take in the welts appearing on her milky long legs caused by the whipping wind around her.

“Taxi!” she wails out with her painted ring-clad hands waving through the City’s night to the yellow vehicle slowing down in front of her in front of her, she pulls on the rough handle before slamming herself down on the uncomfortable clear plastic seat cover closing the heavy car door.

“Where to?” The husky voice on the other side of the divider calls out, Daisy can’t really see his face with how dark it is. But has a slight chance of making out his features when a slow and brightly lit bus passes by, the old man has weak brown eyebags and a gray-trimmed beard. She sticks her tongue in her cheek giving a troublesome look to the eyes of her driver in the rearview mirror, “Wherever the music and booze is flowing sir”. The car starts to slowly drive off as she winds the window in taking in the lucid view of how alive the city is at night.

 ‘This is where I’m meant to be’ she thinks to herself letting the chopping wind dance through her red stands as the cold touches her numb nose.

…..

Daisy finds herself in front of a lively “Dyke bar” The laminating sign reads out, she shakingly steps in looking around to fulfill a “one stone two birds” kind of situation. Scoring some blow and having a good fuck, one of those things was needed more than the other right now. She could feel the stares of warm-bodied women eyeing her but none looked like they could give her what she needed, Daisy pushed her way into the pink interior bathroom when she was met with a beautiful surprise. 

“Fuck sorry” the girl stuttered out, wiping the white substance from her nose, Daisy looked at her, then looked through her taking her all in. Her big brown eyes, full plushy pink lips, and shiny black hair. The girl stood frozen staring into Daisy’s wondering eyes with a smirk, she held out the rolled-up dollar bills peacefully offering Daisy a hit.

“I’m Camila by the way” she so innocently stated, Daisy liked how perverse this situation looked. Camila looked too perfect to be sniffing coke off the dirty sink at dyke bar, too pure. “Thanks, and I’m Daisy by the way” the redhead slurs, gently taking the dollar from Camila as their fingers gently brush against each other. Camila softly gasps at this interaction as Daisy lines the used bill up at her nostril and takes a quick inhale. 

“Fuck” she mumbles to herself as she picks her head back up to meet the welcoming eyes of the beauty before her, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” the black-haired girl quizzes, leaning her hips to the pink and white tiles of the quiet bathroom. “I don’t exist so… probably not” Daisy sarcastically spits out before handing the bill back to Camila.

“You’re Daisy Jones aren’t you, I love your voice, and your lyri-” Before Camiia could even finish, Daisy put her lips on Camila’s soft ones not wanting to be reminded of her past self that would dreadfully be forced back into her if caught by her friends. Camila pulls away and is greeted by the swollen pupils of her green-eyed partner, she knows this isn’t a good idea but she wants this so bad - she wants her so bad.

……

They couldn’t even make it to Daisy’s hotel before they started grabbing and whining at each other, Camila’s back was currently pressed against the cold seats of her old van with Daisy on top of her with her knee lightly pressed against Camila’s throbbing clit. “Please touch me” The black-haired girl could barely get out, Daisy’s eyes full of arousal with her now darkened pupils glaring down at Camila as she softly rolled her hips against her knee.

Daisy lifted her knees causing Camila's breath to get caught in her throat as Daisy's fingers danced across her chest, the tips of her breasts hardening in response. The gentle rocking of the van seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of their heartbeats, the only sound was the soft rustle of clothing and the heavy breathing that filled the air.

Daisy's hands slid beneath Camila's shirt, her palms cupping the soft mounds of her breasts. Camila's eyes fluttered closed as Daisy's thumbs teased her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. The rockstar's touch was like a symphony, every note, every stroke, every caress a masterpiece of pleasure.

With a gentle tug, Daisy freed Camila's breasts from the confines of her bra, her nipples springing free with a slight bounce. The air was heavy with desire, the scent of sweat and perfume hanging like a mist around them. Daisy's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Camila's breast before centering on one pert nipple. The sensation was like nothing Camila had ever experienced – a vortex of pleasure that threatened to consume her entire being.

As Daisy's mouth closed around her nipple, Camila's back arched, her body bowing to the sensation. The rockstar's suction increases slightly, "Oh yes..." Camila's voice trailed off as Daisy's tongue flicked against the sensitive skin, her teeth nipping gently. Daisy's eyes locked onto Camila's, the connection between them crackling with electricity. Building in intensity, each pull of her mouth was a tiny explosion of pleasure. Camila's hands tangled in Daisy's hair, holding her close as the world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire.

A thin string of saliva trailed from Daisy’s mouth to Camila’s nipples as she pulled away, Camila pinched at her pointed tips rubbing Daisy’s residue around while slowly thrusting up - begging for attention on her dripping cunt. Daisy worked her way down Camila's body, her hands sliding up her thighs, her fingers dancing across the edge of her shorts. Camila's hips bucked, her body begging for more. Daisy obliged, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, stroking the wet heat within.

Camila's back arched, her body trembling on the cusp of release, and without breaking eye contact Daisy slid her middle finger between Camila's legs, the softness of Camila's folds like silk beneath her touch. Camila's hips bucked upward, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Daisy's finger began to circle, teasing the sensitive skin. 

The air was electric, the tension between them a palpable, living thing causing a soft whine out her the girl underneath her, "Shh, baby," Daisy cooed, her touch feather-light as she explored the warm, wet folds of Camila's pussy. "Let me take care of you" the teasing eyes of Daisy practically scream as they rake over the girl's body. Camila's response was a moan, her body arching upwards as Daisy's fingers began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that left her gasping for air. Camila's world narrowed down to the touch of Daisy's fingers as her pussy clenched around her fingers as Daisy continued to tease her sopping wet hole. 

Daisy's thumb joined the fray, applying gentle pressure to Camila's swollen clit. Camila's eyes rolled back, her body arching upward as Daisy's fingers danced in tandem, the rhythm building and building."Oh, fuck Daisy," Camila breathed, her voice ringing in Daisy’s ear. Daisy's response was to lean in, her lips brushing against Camila's ear as she whispered, "You're so wet, Camila. So good to me." 

Camila's hips seemed to move of their own accord, pushing against Daisy's fingers as they slid deeper, exploring every inch of her. The van's interior was a blur, a haze of sweat and smoke and desire that seemed to pulse with every beat of Camila's heart. As Daisy's fingers worked their magic, Camila felt herself building, her orgasm coiling tight in her warm stomach, waiting to be released. 

The wet sloshing of Camila’s greedy cunt filling the silence of the car as she begins to drip onto the seats, Daisy’s arousal grows at the sight. The red-haired girl added another finger stretching out Camila, her left hand gripping the hand grip above her as her other hand replaced Daisy’s as she began to frantically rub on her raised bud. Daisy spreads Camila’s legs wider trying to get a more perverted look at the view of three of her fingers inside of the weeping girl underneath her. In a flash of heat and color, it was upon her, her body shuddering as Daisy's fingers brought her to the edge and over, sending her tumbling into a sea of pleasure.

“FUCK right there, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I'm cumming” The younger girl yelped which turned into nonsense as her swollen cunt begins to spasm around the rockstars tight digits. Her eyes show all white as her fingers on her clit don’t ease up just yet. “Cum all over my fingers, fuck you’re so hot” Daisy whines watching Camila ride out her orgasm on her fingers.

Camila's body began to float back down to reality, she felt like she was melting into the seat underneath her, her muscles liquefying like warm honey. The echoes of her orgasm still resonated through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting. Daisy slowly removed her fingers as her gaze wandered up Camila's body, taking in the rise and fall of her chest, the gentle curve of her breasts, and the soft, golden glow of her skin

Camila’s legs trembled still feeling the waves of her intense orgasm, but not shakey enough as she turned to take control. She gently pushed Daisy's legs apart fumbling with her skirt under the dim car light above them, her eyes locked on the glistening wetness between them. "I want to taste you, I'm not letting go until you come all over my face,” she whispers, Daisy's eyes fluttered closed, a sly smile spreading across her face as Camila's hot breath danced across her skin.

Camila buried her face in Daisy's drenched pussy, her tongue working its magic as Daisy's cries of pleasure filled the air, her hips bucking wildly as Camila's tongue worked its way deeper into her core. Daisy's hips arched upward, her fingers tangling in Camila's hair as she moaned softly undeniably getting pussy drunk of Daisy’s sweet cunt. The sound sent shivers down Camila's spine, and she plunged her tongue even deeper, lapping up Daisy's juices hungrily. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, her hips already beginning to squirm.

Daisy's legs began to quiver, her body trembling beneath Camila's touch as she lapped and sucked, her mouth moving in time with Daisy's ragged breathing. Daisy's moans grew louder, more insistent. Camila's arousal spiked as her clit throbbed once more, she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, her body responding to the erotic symphony playing out in the back of the van.

Camila's fingers slid higher, her thumbs parting Daisy's folds, exposing her to the warm, golden light of the room. Daisy's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as Camila's mouth continuously sucked on her clit. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of pleasure.

"Camila.." Daisy whined, her voice trembling. Daisy's body tensed, her back arching off the seat as she came hard. Camila's tongue rode the wave of her orgasm, drinking in every drop of her release. As the last shudders subsided, Daisy's body began to shudder and convulse, Camila's tongue never faltered, lapping up every drop of her juices as she came hard against her face. And when Daisy finally collapsed back against the seat exhausted and spent, Camila smiled, her chin glistening with Daisy's cum as she promised.

As Daisy slowly descended from the euphoric high of her orgasm, she felt Camila's warm breath on her inner thighs, her gentle licks and nuzzles a soothing balm to her sensitive skin. The room was a haze of sweat and desire, the air thick with the scent of their passion. Camila gazed up at Daisy with adoring eyes, her lips curled into a sly smile as she savored the taste of Daisy's climax.

Daisy's chest heaved with each ragged breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet Camila's. For a moment, they simply locked gazes as Daisy reached down to tangle her fingers in Camila's hair, gently tugging her up for a deep, languid kiss.

The kiss was a slow burn, a sensual exploration of lips and tongues that left them both breathless. As they broke apart, Daisy's eyes flashed with a newfound intensity, her dominance awakening - coming back to her senses. She grasped Camila's shoulders, her fingers digging into the tender skin as she pulled her in for another kiss, this one fierce and demanding.

"I want you, Camila," Daisy growled, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel you cum, beneath me,"

Camila's eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she nodded eagerly. "I'm yours, Daisy. Take me."

Without another word, Daisy spun Camila around, fumbling to get into positions. Daisy sunk down on Camila making their bodies align in perfect sync as they began to line each other's hungry pussies to one another and begin rubbing with lust, their legs intertwining like snakes. The air was filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound echoing through the room like a primal drumbeat.

"Oh, fuck, Camila," Daisy moaned, her hips pistoning against Camila's as they blend together. "You feel so good, so tight and hot."

Camila's responses were fragmented, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps and whimpers as Daisy's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place. "Daisy, oh God...harder...please..."

Daisy obliged, her movements becoming more intense, more frenzied, as she drove them both toward the edge of oblivion. The room was a blur of sweat-drenched skin and tangled hair, the only sound was the relentless rhythm of the slapping of their wet cunts together.

Daisy's hands roamed Camila's body, her fingers pinched Camila's nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks, "Oh, fuck, yes," Camila panted, her voice rising to a shriek as Daisy's thigh ground against her clit.

Daisy's response was a dirty, husky laugh, her eyes flashing with dominance. "You're going to come for me?” She teases in a moan. Daisy's grip tightened, her body pistoning against Camila's, their hips slamming together in a blur of motion. "Daisy, oh God, I'm...I'm going to..." Camila's voice trailed off, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge. "I think I’m - gonna squirt" Camila cried.  "Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum too. Fucking do it” Daisy growled, her voice low and menacing as she rocked harder. And with a strangled cry, Camila's body gave in, a gush of liquid heat spilling out as she came, her body shuddering against Daisy as she came too. Both released drawled cries as their rocking calmed to a sweaty halt. 

"Oh fuck." Camila breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She looked down at the mess she had made, her face burning with heat. The back of her van, once a tidy and organized space, was now touched with her juices.

Daisy, still wrapped around her, chuckled and kissed the side of Camila's neck. "I take it that was a first?" she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. Camila nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. "Yeah... I didn't know I could do that." Daisy's fingers danced across Camila's stomach, tracing the curves of her abdomen. "You're full of surprises, Cami.”

[whenthep8wn]

Mrs. Dunne (Billy dunne x reader.)

Requested by anon~

Warnings: profanities, cliches, kinda non Canon Billy, mentions of knifes and injuries.

A/N: I was gonna name this video games bc my last fic was a Billy dunne x reader fic and it was called dark paradise which is another lana song but I justed started writing and "Mrs. Dunne." Came out a lot. And would anybody wanna be added to tag list? Also request wlw fics bc there's only men in my inbox and it's pissing me off.

Only the sounds of Billy strumming his acoustic guitar and you frustratingly trying to rip open this very well taped cardboard box of which was labeled "Billy's clothes" which probably consisted of jean everything.

"Yo Dunne! Maybe for once in your life get off your ass, stop playing that guitar and fucking help me with this box that you finally probably tapped!" He eruptedly stop strumming his guitar as you started yelling profanities at him.

A loud "mother fucker" could be heard from your small apartment as you accidentally cut your hand with the knife you were using to try and open that stupid box with. 

"Hey, hey" Billy said, concerned as he made his way over to you. "Hey, lemme see that."

"I'm sorry." You said trying to wipe away your tears with your uncut hand.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about." Your boyfriend said with that beautiful Billy-like smile.

"I know, I know it's just I've been acting like a bitch towards unpacking and you and I've been way too fucking stressed with moving and packing and unpacking that I haven't gave anytime to us- oh and look now I fucking cut my hand!" You winced at the pain of you swinging your arm too hard. 

"Okay baby calm down, we don't want you any more hurt." Billy chuckled at your fanatics.

"Oh you think this is funny Billy?!" 

"Yeah I kinda do." Billy said, starting to laugh a little bit too hard. 

"Oh yeah? You think it's funny I got hurt working on this home while you sat on your ass with your fucking guitar! You said sarcastically, gesturing to Billy's guitar.

"Okay little lady sit down while I take care of these boxes." You hummed an okay as you went to go sit down on the only chair Billy thought of unpacking, shorty after that because you were so stressed and tired you ended up drifting off to sleep. 

As you slowly opened your as from the sounds of metal clanging together and the sound of you and Billy's "the doors" vinyl playing. 

"Oh good morning sleeping beauty." Billy said sarcastically because it was indeed 8 pm. "Feeling better?" 

"Yeah much." As you walked towards Billy you saw him pressed up against the stove.

"What are you making?" You said as you notice the freshly clean kitchen free of the boxes. 

"Pasta. And wine." Billy chuckled as he handed you a glass of the alcohol.

"Hmmm thank you." You said giving the man a kiss on the cheek. "I see you cleaned." You said gesturing to the clean floor.

"Yep, just for you baby." You hummed in agreement giving him another kiss this time on the lips.

"Hm taste this." Billy said putting the fork in front of your mouth so you could see If the pasta is ready to eat. 

"Hmm good." You hummed with a mouth full of pasta giving your boyfriend a thumbs up.

Billy dished up the pasta in 2 separate bowls, you grabbed one of the bowls and grabbed your glass of white wine that you sat down on the kitchen counter and made your way to your brand new living room to sit next to you and Billy's books and his guitar. 

You sat down on the floor and grabbed your wine and put the glass to your mouth to take a sip as you felt something cold in your lips. As you took the thing out of your mouth to see a small diamond ring make your mouth fall open.

"Dunne?" Billy hummed back at you still not taking his eyes off the pasta. "What is this?" You said holding the Diamond up in the air.

"Hm? Ohhhh. Come here you're so far away I don't think I can't see it very well." Your boyfriend said very flirty. 

You made your way towards him, as you step right in front of him he wrapped his arm around your waist and took the ring out of your hand and put it on your finger. 

"Oh yeah that I think it's for you."

"What?" You said stunned.

"Will you be my Mrs. Dunne?" He said softly.

"Omg." You said bringing your hands to his face. "You can't be serious."

"Oh I'm serious Mrs. Dunne?" He said as a question, seeing if you were going to say yes.

"OH MY GOD!" 

"IS THAT YES?" Billy said, yelling just as loud as you were. 

"of course it's a yes you stupid stupid man!" You said slapping his chest grabbing his face again giving him a very needed well passionate kiss. 

He pushed you on top of the counter still making out with you. 

You pulled away from the kiss to look at your beautiful ring. 

"Y/n Dunne that has a nice ring to it." You said looking your now husband directly in the eyes. 

[vintagebunnies]

silver springs

rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader (daisy jones & the six au)

Corroded Coffin is in a desperate need for a new female lead, ready to change it up. Open auditions are held, people come and go, get turned away, until you eventually show up. (6.6k)

fem!reader, enemies to lovers, drug usage/mention, alcohol consumption, swearing, some angst, eddie’s a major douchebag! 18+ only!

chapter 1: rock ‘n’ roll suicide.

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Corroded Coffin was finally hitting it off. They were selling out stadiums and albums left and right, now known as one of the biggest thrash metal bands of the 90’s.

The boys never thought they’d get to this point, the highlight of rock ‘n’ roll. Having an opportunity to experience it all, being able to get the hell out of Hawkins without looking back. Girls practically fell at their feet, a huge difference from High School.

They don’t get strange looks anymore. Now if someone were staring at them, it would be because they were recognized out in public instead of degrading names and harsh glares. Getting gawked at by men and women alike.

Eddie had just finished writing a new song for their new album; Circle of Death.

Despite the harsh title, the songs were nothing of the sort. Eddie wanted to try diverging into something a little different. More softer.

Nothing too soft of course, as that would completely take away from their scene. But every metal band has done slower songs once, right?

The album was solely based around their lives as teenagers, lost love, and anything else someone’s mind can wander to. During the time Eddie spent planning and writing for this album, he basically isolated himself from everyone else. He wanted time to think things out thoroughly, making sure everything comes out properly and entertaining for their thousands of fans.

“Damn, he’s been in there for the past hour and a half,” Jeff stood in their studio, pacing and waiting for Eddie to get out of his daydream in the next room over.

“Think we should check up on him?” Gareth questioned.

“Yeah, he’s wasting time that we could’ve spent recording-“ Jeff was cut off by the sound of a heavy door slamming open.

“I finally finished this shit!” Eddie yelled with joy on his face.

“Jesus Christ!” Jeff jumped back.

Eddie barely paid any mind, grinning from ear to ear at his new song creation.

“What’s got you so happy?” Grant asked.

“Here, read it yourself,” Eddie handed Grant his notebook, a closed-mouth smile on his face.

Grant started reading it over, noticing all of the words that could’ve been but were erased. Eddie’s handwriting was almost hard to read, if the guys weren’t in the studio with him while he was jotting this down, they would’ve thought he was in a rush.

“Shit man, this is actually pretty good,” Grant handed the notebook over to Jeff who was reading over his shoulder. “Are you gonna make this a duet or somethin’?”

“Pfft, no,” Eddie snatched the notebook out of Jeff’s hands.

“Hey-“

“I’m perfectly capable of singing this myself,” Eddie closed the notebook shut. “I’ve done it before and I can do it again.”

“That’s actually a good idea Grant, maybe we should find someone to sing this with you,” Jeff suggested.

Eddie threw himself down on one of the plush velvet couches, tossing his notebook on the cushion right next to him. “What? One of you guys wanna sing a love song with me?”

“Of course I do, Eddie-bear,” Gareth joked, making kissy noises at Eddie. Eddie threw a pillow at Gareth’s head.

“No dude, I mean like-“ Jeff picked up the notebook, opening to the wrinkled page with the lyrics. “-what if we held auditions? I’m sure there will be plenty of girls lining up for the part.”

Eddie had his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Jeff. He must’ve been pondering the idea as he looked completely lost in thought. Eventually, he did speak up.

“What happens if we don’t find someone?” He argued.

“Then it’ll just be a solo song, but hey, we’re fucking rockstars now dude, we have to change it up somehow.” Jeff declared.

The other guys agreed, this new album was supposed to be different from their other albums, it was supposed to contrast to their usual songs.

“Okay okay, fine, but you’ll have to ask Jim about it ‘cus he might not even agree.” Eddie grumbled out.

There were cheers filtering throughout the room, it was usually more difficult to get through Eddie and get him to agree with something, but the guys had a point. They needed to branch out into different styles, it’ll attract larger crowds.

So that’s what they did.

—

The next day rolled around pretty quickly, Jeff had already gone to Jim with their current idea for this new song.

Jim was their manager, he managed their music, he had the majority of the say on the do’s and don'ts of their music. He was mostly pretty lenient with them though, he thinks that whatever idea they all collectively have and agree on is a choice they can make for themselves.

He didn’t want to entirely make all of the rules for the band, letting them choose their own decisions.

So when Jeff came to him with the duet idea, he thought it was actually a pretty great idea. They’ve never done duets of this sort before, so it was bound to be a tad peculiar for them to do, but not necessarily a terrible idea.

“Alright boys, pull your pants up, auditions are in an hour.” Jim walked into the trailer that the boys shared.

It was nothing like the trailer Eddie lived in growing up, this trailer was much larger and spacious. There were only two rooms in total, but these rooms weren’t cramped and were just enough to fit them.

Eddie jumped up at the sound of Jim’s voice reverberating off the walls, he had a look of confusion on his face and his hair was all mussed up.

“An hour?” Eddie questioned.

“Thanks for notifying us in advance, man.” Eddie mumbled sarcastically.

It didn’t take long for the boys to get ready anyways, but Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least the slightest bit against the idea. He didn’t tell them his doubts, but he didn’t think that they needed another singer to make the band ‘different’.

He thought they were all perfectly fine with where they were at, content with the normalcy.

When the band arrived at the studio, there was already a line of people waiting to be let in. The message about auditions was just sent out yesterday, but since they grew such a large fan base, it wasn’t hard for the word to get around.

“Look at all these people man!” Gareth said excitedly.

Everyone except for Eddie was excited. This was their chance of change and trying things out.

They decided that it was best to let one person in at a time, as letting everyone in at once would be total chaos and strenuous.

Eddie was sat in a hard plastic chair right in the middle of the other guys. He looked disinterested and frankly uncaring for what was happening.

Some people sounded decent and some just sounded absolutely awful. You could pinpoint who exactly only came here to get into bed with the band. The line for auditions was getting shorter and shorter by the minute, and not one person has caught their eye.

They had no clue what they were looking for, but they just wanted someone good. Someone who had potential.

As they were calling the last of the names on the list, Eddie’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. You weren’t quite a prominent figure in the scene, but anyone who was in a band at the time at least knew your name.

You were a singer-songwriter. Anytime you’ve tried to release your first album, with songs already written for, you were turned away or always had someone trying to change up your own music. You became infuriated at the disrespect, most record labels only did it because you were a woman, and thought ‘this sounds better for you’.

That was bullshit. You knew what was better for you, and it was everything you’ve already had in your little journal you keep in your purse at all times.

When you walked into the padded recording room, it’s like everyone’s eyes lit up.

It was almost like you just had this orange aura surrounding you, you looked a lot different then the wannabe rockers that stepped into the studio that day.

You had these large gold hoops that hung from your ears, bangle bracelets decorating your wrists and jingling with every movement, these extremely short cut off denim shorts that showcased your legs, and brown suede knee high boots on your feet.

It was like you time traveled from the 70’s to the 90’s, this is what the band needed. If they wanted change then hell, were they going to get it.

When you sang, you drew everyone to you, just like a siren's song. It was impossible for Eddie to keep his eyes off of you. There was a slight raspiness to your voice when you sang, but still a soft honeyed undertone.

Eddie looked over to the boys next to him, they must’ve been lured in too, as their eyes could not leave you. He could practically read their minds and their every waking thought just by the looks on their faces.

You sang just a small snippet of Janis Joplin's Move Over.

When you spoke, it broke the trance they were in.

“Was that good?” You had your hands on the bulky headphones sitting on your ears, a slight smile on your lips.

The boys shared a mutual look. They finally found someone for the duet.

What better person than someone who was an aspiring musician anyhow?

Eddie was the first person to give you an applause, the first applause today for that matter. The guys all joined in, giving you approving smiles.

“That was definitely the best performance we’ve seen all day,” Jeff announced.

The boys all agreed, voicing their satisfaction.

They all made their way to the recording room you were in to greet you. You were absolutely over the moon, this moment felt surreal to you, your own career as a musician would finally take off.

Eddie didn’t really say much, just staying quiet the whole time. He thought you did great, just as the others did, but he still wasn’t sure about the duet. He felt that having someone else singing with him would throw him off, it also didn’t help that he just could not keep his eyes off of you.

“So, I’m gonna guess the applause meant I did good?” You asked.

“Yeah, absolutely! That was fucking awesome,” Gareth said exuberantly. “How ‘bout you Eddie?”

“Uh, yeah, you did good.” He was short with his words, giving a tight lipped smile.

All you did was slightly nod your head to his response, looking around the room. You could feel the tension, you didn’t want to just barge in on an already formed band, but they did have auditions. You weren’t going to miss your only opportunity.

Jeff slapped Eddie’s bicep with the back of his hand.

“Ow man, what the fuck?”

“So, Jim! Whatcha think?” Jeff turned to Jim.

“Well, she had the only decent performance today. It’s up to you guys,” Jim already knew you were going to be chosen for the spot.

Everyone but Eddie verbally agreed that you were perfect for the song, you had the look and the voice for it. You weren’t sure what was up with Eddie and why he was so distant from everybody, but you just chalked it up to that he just wasn’t a social person and went on.

This was just the beginning.

—

When you got back to your apartment later that night, you were elated. Everything went well, you were officially going to be able to release your own music now. If the guys like the way you perform in the duet, they were willing to let you in the band permanently.

It was perfect, you were able to set the future for young girls who aspired to become a musician. Being able to be that prominent figure in the scene right next to Joan Jett and Stevie Nicks.

The first thing you did when you got back was chuck your shoes off. You felt drained from the day you had, but you couldn’t complain. All you could think about was unwinding.

Your apartment was small, there were no hallways, everything was connected and separated just by thin walls.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened your bedside table drawer and took out a small baggie, taking it with you into your tiny living room.

You emptied the crushed powder onto your coffee table, inhaling it up your nose in one go. The burn hurt wonderfully. Giving you enough reprieve for the rest of the night. Everyone told you this was a horrible addiction, but you’ve heard it all already. You know.

But you weren’t going to let someone else run your life. This is what you wanted.

Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll.

Meanwhile, back at the trailer that the guys shared, Eddie was the only one who was still awake. He was drinking straight from the whiskey bottle, chugging large gulps after one another.

Eddie didn’t do well with change, he had enough of it for a lifetime. He didn’t want to do it again, so that’s why he refused to welcome you to the band with open arms.

He knew you’d do good during the actual performance on stage. He also knew what would happen afterwards. You’d be an official member of Corroded Coffin. It didn’t feel right to him.

Corroded Coffin was formed by four teenage boys who were trying to escape reality. They always dreamed of getting where they’re at now, but Eddie didn’t think they’d ever have to make room in the band for one more.

His only solution was to drink all of his problems away. He’d feel numb enough to finally fall asleep. Just like you, a fleeting moment of reprieve.

Eddie downed the last drop of the alcohol, it felt like fire in his throat, but filling up an empty spot in his stomach. He eventually succumbed to his fatigue, falling into sleep.

—

It was a Monday.

Monday’s are known to be the worst day of the week, but for the band, they’d probably say it was the best day of the week. They’re now able to practice and record as many songs as they possibly can, preparing for the long week ahead.

Eddie wasn’t so enthusiastic today though. For the entirety of this new upcoming week, you’d be officially recording the duet with him. He had really nothing to say to you, but his attitude spoke volumes.

The guys even realized his brooding mood, not once smiling, cracking jokes, or overall enjoying himself while doing the thing he loves the most. You started to become frustrated. You weren’t sure of what you did to be on whatever hate list Eddie has. Hell, the man hasn’t even fully gotten to know you yet!

If he was going to be that way, well, so were you.

“I think this line should be sung a little softer, I don’t think the screamo works for the lyrics.” You suggested.

“Softer? What about this band looks soft?” Eddie retaliated.

The both of you were standing in the recording room, side by side with Eddie’s tattered notebook on a stand for you to both read from. Eddie had to sort out which lines you were going to sing, and what he’d sing.

“I’m jus’ saying, maybe your fans would enjoy the slight change,” You said with a smug grin. You were trying to lighten the mood, unaware that you were just pissing him off even more.

“Well those fans, became fans cus’ of the ‘screamo’ you speak of,” Eddie put up air quotation marks with his fingers. “Besides, I was the one who wrote the song, so therefore I get a say on how it gets sung.”

“I’m not singing it then.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You wanted a duet partner so you’re going to get a duet partner,” You placed your hands on your hips. “Sometimes you don’t always get what you want.”

“Excuse me? Do I have to remind you that you were the one who chose to show up to those shitty auditions?” Eddie’s brows furrowed. You could tell you pulled a nerve.

“Do I also have to remind you that you were the one who also agreed to bring me into this? Why complain when I’m right here?” You stood face to face with him now. “I am the solution to this duet! If you don’t like my requests then fine, tell me to leave.”

Eddie was looking down at you, anger in his eyes and all over his face. He was actually really beautiful when you could see him this close. His freckles were like constellations on his cheeks and his nose, bangs resting lightly on his forehead.

He didn’t say anything, just scoffed and turned back to the lyrics in front of him.

“Fine, but that’s it. You start changing up these lyrics and you’re on your own.”

You smiled, delighted that you got your way.

Your cute little smile just irked Eddie even more. He was never this easy to negotiate with, but you were right. He did agree on letting you in the band for this song.

The both of you got right to rehearsing, not needing anymore time to have a dispute over the theme of the song. But you couldn’t help to notice that every time you attempted to sing, Eddie would just sing right over you even louder.

“Y’know, it would be great if I could actually hear myself,” You placed your hand on the notebook to catch his attention.

“It’s not my fault you can’t sing any louder.” Eddie mumbled, it was so quiet you just barely missed it.

“I don’t know what the fuck crawled up your ass today, but I highly suggest you pick it out.” You said with more irritation laced in your tone.

Eddie didn’t even respond, just placed his guitar back on the stand and walked towards the door, completely abandoning you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You questioned.

“Going to pick that thing you mentioned out of my ass.”

He just opened the door to the room and walked out, joining the other guys who were mindlessly fiddling with their instruments.

“What the fuck!” The guys in the other room looked up after hearing your muffled yelling from the next room over. You were standing there in the room alone, arms up next to you to display your annoyance.

“What happened in there, man?” Gareth asked.

“Nothin’.” Eddie said while grabbing a water bottle, then throwing himself down onto one of the couches.

Everyone’s attention diverted over to you when the heavy door slammed against the wall, and you stood there with a scowl on your face. Eddie didn’t even pay you any mind, keeping his concentration on the water bottle in his hands.

“You’re just gonna walk out like that?! We have yet to get anything done!” You yelled, the sound of your bracelets clanking together with every movement.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’, still not looking at you.

“You stormed out of the room over a stupid comment, I don’t know how the hell you made it this far in this industry with your huge ass ego.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Your response seemed to throw him off guard.

“Oh yeah, ‘cus my ego brought me to auditions for a band right? Hopin’ to make it big through someone else’s fame. Hoping that maybe the songs in my notebook will make it further than the same four walls of my room.” Eddie stood up after that, throwing the plastic bottle onto the cushions.

You were speechless. Embarrassed. You didn’t want the other guys to think you were using them to boost your own music, but Eddie made it loud and clear how he thought about you. You weren’t sure you could take anymore of his cold attitude.

“Fine. Have it your way then, good luck finding someone else who will deal with you, ‘cus I’m fucking done.” With that, you turned on your heels and gathered your stuff, making your way to the exit.

“Hey! Wait!” Jeff tried to get you to come back.

You ignored their protests to get you to turn around, slamming the door behind you leaving a resounding ‘thud’ through the room.

“What the fuck man!” The guys were all visibly pissed at Eddie, you were their only chance at change, and they felt like Eddie blew it for them all.

“Dude, do you realize how difficult it was to find someone in this city who was actually good?!” Gareth was equally just as upset.

“We’ll find someone else, it’s L.A. It’s not the end of the world.” That’s all Eddie said to them, following right behind you and leaving himself.

No one chased after him, letting him go figure out this mess on his own. They didn’t know why he was being such an asshole, he was usually never like this towards anyone. Always giving everyone a chance and the benefit of the doubt. But he just couldn’t make an exception for you.

—

It’s been days since the guys have heard from you, you went completely silent. If only they knew what was really happening.

Since that day, you’ve fallen in a complete catatonic state, shutting out the rest of the world around you. Everything was for once going your way, and now it just crashed and burned. Eddie absolutely humiliated you, and showed no remorse for doing so.

You found solace in a bag of quaaludes you found in your kitchen drawer, it was the only thing among other drugs that calmed your racing mind. Right now you laid haphazardly on your couch, staring up into the ceiling. The world was spinning, but that was normal. You took more than usual tonight, but nothing beyond the point than you’ve taken before.

You wanted nothing more than to punch Eddie’s beautiful face, maybe tell everyone who adored him how he really was. He was nothing more than a douchebag.

Fame must’ve fucked him up, made him grow some type of superiority complex. He tells the same sad story of his childhood to get sympathy from thousands of people, but behind closed doors he’s nothing more than a narcissistic douchebag.

The few pills you’ve taken weren’t enough, you needed something else to take your anger away. Something to calm you down more.

You stood up on shaky legs, staggering over to your kitchen holding onto the counters as you go. You grabbed the half empty bottle of whiskey from your counter, drinking straight from the bottle. Your hands were just as unstable as your legs, barely able to hold the glass bottle.

You made the trek back over to your living room, right before your legs decided that they didn’t want to work properly anymore, making you stumble over your own two feet and dropping the bottle. The glass shards slid everywhere, the brown liquid inside creating a puddle. At that point, all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the rest of your life.

As cautiously as possible to avoid getting glass up your foot, you crawled over the couch and face planted into the cushions. Hoping by the time you woke up, you’d be reoriented enough to function properly.

You woke up what felt like days later to a heavy hand banging on your front door.

“Go away.” Your scratchy voice yelled out.

The knocking just got louder, not showing any sign of stopping.

“I said, fucking go away!” You lifted your head from the cushions.

“It’s me. Jeff.” His voice was muffled from the barrier of the door.

Hearing his name, you shot up. You’ve been refusing to speak with them since the argument, wanting to stay as far from Eddie as possible.

You sobered up since a few hours ago, the world wasn’t spinning as much anymore, making it easier to stand up and walk. You made sure to keep a look out of the scattered glass, staying physically aware of furniture around you.

When you got to the door, you unlocked the locks on your flimsy door handle, opening the door just enough so that he’d see you and not get a peek at your apartment's current state.

“Hi.” Your throat burned.

You were sure you looked like a mess. Only wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Your hair was most definitely all over the place, and your makeup was smeared all over your cheeks.

“Hey,” Jeff’s eyes lit up when you opened the door. “Jus’ wanted to check up on you, you haven’t returned our calls,”

“Oops, forgot to pay the phone bill.” You tried to joke, but no smile found its way on your face.

“Can we talk? I didn’t have a chance to fully speak with you after, y’know..” He scratched the back of his head, looking away briefly.

You laughed through your nose, “After Eddie was a dick to me? Yeah, kinda wanted to keep my distance.”

“Uhm, ignore the mess..” You mumbled while hastily sweeping up the broken glass shards. The majority of the whiskey had dried up, leaving a decent size stain in the wood flooring.

“Oh shit- Lemme help with that.” Jeff went and grabbed paper towels, wiping up whatever liquid was left.

The clutter of glass was quickly cleaned. You’d have to get a rug to cover the stain.

“Sooo, what did you want to talk to me about?” You turned to him, throwing yourself onto your tiny sofa and crossing your legs criss-cross.

“Everything, really,” Jeff chuckled. “I feel like we left off on a bad note. With Eddie freaking out and then walking out, I couldn’t really say much to you.”

You were picking at a loose thread on the couch.

“Listen, we would love you to be in the band. Fuck what Eddie says. It’s three against one, his word means nothing,” He leaned forward, his hands clasped together in front of him.

“Eddie didn’t have it easy growing up, so anyone new that comes in his life, he has this habit of just sabotaging himself and his image. He didn’t mean it.” He had sincerity in his eyes.

“Sometimes he’ll be that way, but it’s just Eddie. He never really opened up to us about anything that’s goin’ on in his head, but that’s ‘cus he’s scared of being ignored.” Jeff looked down to his hands. “Please don’t tell him that I told you this.” He looked back up at you.

You just laughed, leaning back onto the couch and drawing your knees to your chest.

“I had a shit life too, but you don’t see me goin’ around and being a total asshole to people.” You said.

“My mom only had me to make another man jealous, to show him that she can get laid and have another man’s baby. She never loved me. By the time I was fourteen? My mom was gone,” You hugged your arms around yourself. “She ran off with said man who she tried to make jealous.”

There was silence, tension even. It was so thick it was suffocating, no one said anything.

“To this day she refuses to talk to me, trust me, I’ve tried. But if there’s one way to get her to hear me, see me, it’s this. I wanna show her I made something of myself without her shit parenting.” Your brows were furrowed, anger infiltrated your mind at the mere thought of your mother.

Silence again. You looked up to Jeff to see if he was even listening, and there it was. He was looking at you with pity. You wish there was a rewind button so you could just turn back time and not say anything at all. Just keep quiet and let him think Eddie is the victim. You hated the pitying looks you’d get, the last thing you need is for someone to feel sorry for you.

You’ve experienced enough sorrow.

“Anyways, I’ll come back. Eddie’s not gonna run me out, he’s gonna deal with me whether he likes it or not.” You said, sitting up straight.

Jeff’s face just lit up, akin to a child’s face in a toy store. He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you, you won’t regret this. I promise you this time.” He replied, making his way to the front door. You stood up and followed right behind him.

“You can come back on Saturday, the weekends are less hectic and Eddie is less likely to blow up,” He turned around to look at you, hand on the doorknob.

“And.. I’m sorry about what happened with you and your mother,” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to go far, Y/N.”

He gave you a small smile and left.

Those words will replay in your head for the rest of the night. Hell, probably for the rest of your life.

You’re gonna go far, you’re gonna shove it in your mothers face and tell her, ‘I did it’.

—

Saturday came very quickly.

Maybe you were trapped in your mind, but you were nervous. You felt like a kid going to a new school. You aren’t new, though. You’ve been here before, you’ve done this.

Walking into the studio granted you a little relief, Eddie wasn’t there yet. It was only Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and yourself. It was almost like a weight was lifted off your chest. Sure, maybe him arriving and you already being there was worse than getting there when he was here, but the guys aren’t going to let him boss you around.

“We’re so glad you’re back, it didn’t feel right without you here.” Gareth voiced.

“Let’s hope I don’t regret coming back.” You said with a smile.

A few minutes in, and all of the guys were conversing with you. It felt like you’ve known them for years. You were so deep in conversation that you didn’t notice Eddie walk through the door. He just stood there in the doorway, staring at you.

“What’s she doin’ here?” He questioned.

“She’s here ‘cus we need her, you know that.” Jeff replied.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and walked in, walking right to the recording room. “Well? We just gonna sit here, or are we gonna get shit done?” Eddie questioned bitterly.

“Yup.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag that was resting on the ground and grabbing the pill bottle inside.

The small pills rattled around in the bottle. Your drug of choice today was Dextroamphetamine. Different from the usual quaaludes, but it was all you had in your bag currently and you knew you were going to need it.

You quickly popped a few of the pills into your mouth, swallowing them with ease. Dexies help you focus more, and maybe you’ll be more calm throughout rehearsing.

You hurriedly made your way to the live room, not wanting to fuel the fire that was already brewing inside Eddie.

“We’re gonna need to start over, since you probably don’t remember where we left off.” Eddie said emotionless, not even looking at you.

“I actually do remember where we left off, but we should start from the top anyhow. You were the one who stormed out.” You were quick with your response, not looking at him either.

“That’s funny, ‘cus I’m not the one popping pills.” He lowered his voice.

Your hand tightened around the mic stand you were holding. You weren’t going to respond to him, no matter what you said back it wouldn’t warrant a great reaction from him.

The guys walked into the room with big smiles on their faces, laughing and fooling around.

“You guys ready to officially start this!” Gareth yelled out.

Neither you or Eddie really replied, both murmuring out a quiet ‘mhm’. At that everyone immediately took their places; Gareth at the drums, Jeff at the bass, Grant at guitar, you and Eddie both doing vocals while Eddie has his guitar as well.

The song started out slowly, no need for heavy instruments. This song didn’t necessarily require anything heavy anyways, but it was still nice to keep a few of the thrash metal elements to the music, no matter how fast or slow the song was. You had the majority of the vocals, but Eddie had a few.

Things were just a little different this time. You weren’t expecting Eddie to let you off that easily, he only asked why you were here and that’s it. You felt that was a major upgrade from last time. But of course, it wouldn’t be Eddie if he didn’t ignore you most of the time.

You could tell he was trying his hardest to not make eye contact with you. You were able to feel him glancing at you, but whenever you made the move to turn your head and look at him yourself, he’d quickly turn away, putting his focus back into the written lyrics or his guitar.

By the end of the first half of practice, your throat hurt. Your voice had a raspiness to it from the strain, but it felt great. You were on cloud nine. Everything was finally falling back into place, you felt that high that you’d only get when you smoked weed and drank, even though you only took a few pills.

“Holy shit! That was fucking awesome!” Grant shouted out.

“Hell yeah it was! This rehearsal was so much better than last time!” Gareth yelled back.

It was time for a much needed break, everyone made their way back into the main room of the studio.

“What did you guys think of that?” You asked while sitting on the red velvet armchair, taking a small sip out of your bottled water.

“That was even better than your audition, dude! I mean, not that your audition wasn’t good, but this was like, hundred times fucking better!” Jeff exclaimed.

You giggled at his enthusiasm. Jeff reminded you of a brother you never had, you’d picture this is what having a brother would feel like. Even though you’ve known him for a total of a week, he treated you like you’ve known him for ages. Never once letting the awkwardness of meeting someone for the first time appear between you both.

“Maybe once this album gets debuted, we can record some of the songs I’ve written? We can release it as an album for the band as a whole,” You suggested.

Eddie looked up at you at that one.

“Already planning that far ahead?” He asked. “We have yet to even perform this one, why don’t you wait before jumping to something new?”

You scowled. “No need to get so uptight, it was just a suggestion.” You bit back. His attitude towards you has been hot and cold all day, sending out mixed signals constantly. You were never able to tell how he was actually feeling, one minute he acted like he liked you at least a little, then the next he acted as if you were the worst thing to walk this planet.

“I’m jus’ sayin’.” Eddie had a bored expression on his face, as if your existence was an inconvenience.

You just rolled your eyes, not interested in getting into another heated debate with him. You chugged half of your water bottle, knowing that once you leave the studio today you’d have to stop at the liquor store to buy another bottle of whiskey, or maybe something stronger.

“Okaaay you two! Maybe we should end break early today, we need to practice as much as we can.” Grant suggested.

Jeff and Gareth both agreed, Eddie only nodding in response. You didn’t really care for the break, wanting to take up as much practice as you can.

Walking into the recording room was less exciting as it was before, it seems like Eddie ruined the mood once again with his comments towards you.

“Maybe we should find a certain part of the song to focus on, there’s some parts we need to fix,” You offered. Eddie seemed to hate that idea, as he scoffed.

“I thought the guys sounded fine, so I’m not sure what parts need fixing.” Eddie responded. The statement wasn’t outright rude, but it was just the tone in his voice that set you off. As if he was suggesting you were the problem.

“I don’t know, you wrote the lyrics, so you tell me.”

“It’s definitely not the lyrics, maybe it’s the person who’s singing them.”

“Okay, I get it. We left on a bad note last time, but I still don’t understand why you’re always such a bitch to me. I have done nothing to you!” You threw your hands in the air.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done when you’ve had this, I don’t know, two-faced attitude towards me,” You were fuming at this point, you didn’t care the guys were watching. “One minute you seem fine with me being here, maybe even enjoying my presence, and then the next minute you’re just- you’re- an egotistical prick!”

“Let’s not do this. We gave you a second chance, you’re lucky you’re even back here. We have shit we have to get done.” Eddie surprisingly showed no want in arguing, but you knew deep down he’d love nothing more than to get under your skin. But you also didn’t want to argue. But you also couldn’t stand him shutting you out and trying to silence you.

“This is what I fucking mean.” Your response was less fierce. The ongoing back and forth between you two was tiring, it was getting hard to keep up with, and you’ve only been here for a day and a half.

You just sighed and turned your attention back to the sheet music. You knew when to continue fights and when to stop them, and in this moment it was best to just let it go for now. Mainly for the sake of the others, not Eddie.

The rest of rehearsal was a bit rocky, some pauses here and there and sharp glares exchanged between you and Eddie. You made sure you stopped to grab another bottle of whiskey before heading home for the night.

Next week was going to be a long, long week.

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