#billy dunne x reader angst

[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay the same reader as the fight one but imagine if someone in the band sees how much they fight and offers to take her off his hands…or goes to her about it

long blurb with mentions of drinking, drugs, smoking, and nsfw topics

me about to write another long ass blurb, but thinking about eddie pining after reader and always watching, thinking about how she could do so much better then billy fucking dunne

you're always fighting and leaving until billy calls you back or you get bored again so you show up. rarely is there apologies, sometimes he tells you that your his muse and he needs you around as some sort of half apology to say you're not replaceable with just any groupie. but you let it work on you because when things are good, they're good, he's kind, and loving, so sweet, but the bad is the worst it possibly could be. and for how you tell yourself you've always known he wouldn't pick you forever, wouldn't settle down and that you were okay with that, you just know you're lying to yourself. because when you find out that last fight you had where you stomped off afterwards and spent a couple of hours sitting in a diner crying, billy was busy getting sucked off my some other groupie, you think this might be your limit. for all you've said you'd never actually even dreamed of even looking at anyone else and the pain in your chest is so immense. it only gets worse as you listen to billy and the rest of the band perform some song her wrote about you, a confirmation of his feelings without him having to commit face to face with you. it makes your blood boil when he's singing about how regardless of everything he'll always pick you, always want you.

so when everyone finishes and he's smiling looking over at you with a, "so, what'd you think, baby?" and you pull out that slow clap you hope he knows he's done fucked up because the rest of the band sure does. and he doesn't ask if you're okay or look too concerned, just annoyed, scoffing slightly, "what now?"

"I think you're a liar and the whole thing is fucking bullshit!" You announce

"don't do this right now, we're trying to rehearse." his frustration only serves as fuel to your fire, and you look around the room to see the awkward glances around the room, eddie glaring holes into the back of billy's head.

"what? do you want me to say you did a great job, give you a kiss and hug, and then scamper off so some other girl can suck you off? is that what you want billy?"

"not right now. if you're not gonna sit there and do what you're good at, then get out of the studio. go spend some of your daddy's money, you'll get over it."

his dismissivness makes you want to scream. how dare he. why did you have to fall for someone like him? "like you've said, I'm sure you can find some other groupie to give you praise and attention. you're the fucking worst, billy."

you're storming out of the room, followed by his voice, "you're not the only pretty girl! one of so fucking many!"

you don't know how long you've spent sitting on the cold cement, back up against the building as you smoke a cigarette. trying desperately not to cry because you just want him to love you the way movies told you men loved. but this wasn't a movie, he was a fucking rockstar and you were in fact just another groupie who he was sick of. the way you wanted to cry was embarrassing and you quick wiped away any stray tears when you heard footsteps approaching.

"mind if I join you?" and there was eddie, trying to give a comforting smile. you shook your head and he sat down, your offered him a cigarette which he took, for a while it was silent. "you deserve better."

you laughed, "yeah, maybe." no, you knew you did, but you didn't want better. you were too attached to billy dunne. "did he call some kind of break or did you just storm out? bet he'd love that."

eddie chuckled, he loathed billy, so the latter would've been just fine with him. "called a break." you thought about how right now billy was probably busy getting fucked by some other girl, some other groupie who had patiently waited her turn. you didn't mean to sniffle, but you did. suddenly eddie's lips were on yours, you wanted to lean into the soft, loving comfort but you couldn't. it felt wrong.

"eddie-" you muttered as you pulled away.

"he doesn't see you like I do, you deserve to be treated so much better, and he's stupid for not being able to see that. just because he's the lead singer doesn't mean you have to be stuck as his groupie, especially when he treats you like you're disposable."

"eddie, I can't do that to him. it's wrong."

"he does everything he can with other girls except fucking them, you're allowed to have something."

"well, I'm just me and he's billy goddamn dunne."

"he's just billy dunne, and you're strong, perseverant, beautiful, funny, compassionate, the whole damn package." you snort through the laughter which makes him smile, and you feel bad because he's sweet, you like him, but you've had a taste of billy and are desperately trying to hold onto ship. "he's too lucky, let me give you what you deserve-"

"what's going on?" billy's voice interrupts the rest of eddie's speech that you honestly might have fallen for, if you focused on the actually being able to constantly feel appreciated by some someone. eddie glares at the other man.

"we're talking." you say softly as billy walks closer. he holds a hand out to you expectantly.

"come inside with me, baby. let's talk in private." eddie's eyes are urging you to refuse, to stay with him, but you don't heed the look. so you take billy's hand a and let him lift you off the ground.

and it's hard to miss the way eddie gazes at you after the that, the way he comforts you post arguments and reminds you not to take it to heart, and you feel bad that the way you burn for billy is a forest fire compared to the way you burn for eddie. and he spends his days waiting for you to realize billy was never worth the struggle and to have him instead.

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[nomorespahgetti]

Okay I’ve been so lazy recently with my writing and putting my thoughts into words this month, but I’ve been thinking about Sitting next to Billy after making up from another fight when he notices a hickey. You’d be sitting together with his arm around you in front of the band, and he’d be enjoying himself as he laughs next to you. He’d notice it as he’s playing with your hair and immediately get cheeky, mistaking it as one of his own when it dawns on him that it’s not. He goes from grinning at a joke Graham was making to biting his cheek as he continues to play with the hair around your neck.

He’d be nonverbal the rest of the conversation, playing cool in front of the band. Him being fairly calm about it seems out of character for him but seeing as Eddie would definitely be the one to give it to you, he wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction or anything. I think he’d take it as more of a wake up call that Eddie makes you feel good when he doesn’t. He wouldn’t say anything about it to you, but he’d definitely cover it with his own marks and do his best to make you feel good just for the validation. He wouldn’t stop until you’re telling him much you love him and a bunch of whispered praises in his ear. He definitely stays up for the rest of the night just thinking about it. He doesn’t care who you sleep with so long as your his at the end of the night.

[kaldurahms-lover]

i need a long angsty daisy jones and the six fanfic where the reader is like billy’s tour girlfriend and she’s so hopelessly in love with him, looking at him through rose colored glasses and just seeing this perfect guy, having no idea about camila.

until she does.

and obviously she has to break it off immediately because she doesn’t want to be the other woman. she didn’t ever want to be in this position.

and so she goes to graham, and she gets camila’s address to write her letter, and it has to be a letter because she knows if she calls then camila will just hang up

because that what she would do.

and the letter is so heartfelt and warm and apologetic and very obviously tear stained when camila gets it that she just can't bring herself to be mad at this poor girl who got just as cheated as she did. at this poor girl who broke i up with billy when she found out bc she knew what he did was wrong

and so camila writes back, and a friendship forms. an unexpected friendship, but a friendship nonetheless

and soon enough, once the baby is born, the reader finds herself driving across states to come see camila and julia because dammit billy is in rehab and she wants more help than just her mom and she wants to meet her friend she’s been calling and writing and sending photos to and from this whole time

and you know, the reader stays longer than she means to

long enough that something more than friendship is buzzing between them

long enough that the reader has taken billy’s place in bed next to camila

long enough that when billy comes home from rehab, she’s holding julia while camila buzzes her lips against the baby’s stomach.

obviously he’s flabbergasted because what the FUCK is his affair partner doing in his house with his wife and baby and why does his mother in law look totally unphased….

reader simply kissing cami’s temple and handing her julia, saying she’ll give them some time alone because she understands that they need it

GOD having to have the talk about what that means for the relationship and everything i’d lose my mind

both of you eventually coming to the decision you’ll give billy one more chance

and once he gets over that fear he’s a good dad. a good husband, a good boyfriend.

and then daisy fucking jones shows up.

that’s all i’ve thought out so far

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Wait for your love.

content warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, age gap, gaslighting, billy being TOXICCCCC, mental health issues, allusions of an ED

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Lust for Life - 1977

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Y/N L/N’s sophomore album, Lust for Life debuted in February of 1977. Charting at number one, the title track Lust for Life ft. Billy Dunne became her second hit single, and the demand for more was at an all time high.

Y/N: “Everyone…loved the album.”

“It had a total of twenty tracks. For the most part…it did not sound like a rock album. Teddy and the other executives were afraid that if I strayed too far from my ‘original’ sound the album wouldn’t sell. But, I still got some rock aspects into it.”

“Three tracks were full rock songs. Those were my favorite.

“But they weren’t…everyone’s favorite.”

“Everyone’s favorite was Lust for Life.”

“That’s probably one of my least favorites.”

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It had been a week since the album dropped, and you should’ve been ecstatic. It was doing well on the charts, all the radios were playing it, you had interviews and performances scheduled.

You should’ve been happy.

But you weren’t.

Instead, you were miserable.

Billy had been freezing you out for days, and you didn’t know why. It all started when he came back home one night, completely pissed off. It was a complete 180 of how he was acting just a few weeks ago.

You heard the door open that then shut. “Billy?..” you say groggily, rubbing your eyes as you get up from the bed. “Billy is that you?”

You stumble into the kitchen and see Billy standing in front of the counter. Not thinking anything of it, you wrap your arms around him. But he’s quick to push you away.

“Billy? What’s wrong?” you say in a concerned voice. “Nothing…just…go back to bed. I’ll be there soon,” he says, waving you away.

“Billy please talk to me, what’s-“

“God can you be anymore annoying? Just back off okay?” he says as he turns to face you, clearly very annoyed.

You look at him with confusion in your eyes. You hadn’t done anything to him. But then you caught a glimpse of his neck and collar.

Oh.

“Sorry..” you mumble out as you start to head back to the bedroom.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Why did he do that? Did he think you weren’t enough? Were you not enough for him? Were you not pretty enough? Thin enough?

“Why can’t I be enough?”

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Y/N: “….I think a lot of people forget that I was in my early 20s when I started dating Billy. Well…dating isn’t the best word for whatever we had going on, but…whatever.”

“But like I said, a lot of people forget that. They forget that I had just turned 20 and Billy was in his late twenties. It doesn’t sound like that big of a difference on paper, but…it was. It really was.”

Billy: “I never had an issue with our gap, she was…mature for her age. And plus it’s not like it was uncommon for a younger girl to be with a slightly older guy, that’s just how things were back then.”

“….But I won’t deny it, I definitely…didn’t treat her as well as I should have.”

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You were both on set for the Lust for Life music video. You and Billy. For the song you wrote together, for the song you both sang together.

Everyone could feel the tension between the two of you the minute you both arrived on set. Thankfully, you were both whisked away to wardrobe and makeup.

And thank goodness you both had separate rooms.

“Y/n we’re ready for you” you hear your manager’s assistant say.

Your stylist puts the final touches on you and send you out.

You were in a simple red dress with long sleeves with white lace gloves and a matching red headband in your hair while Billy has on an all black suit and his signature sunglasses on.

God he looks good.

“Alright, Y/n, Billy! Take your places and we’ll start rolling!”

You both nod and take your places.

“Y/n, you both are singing live, right?”

“Yup!” you call out from your position in front of your microphone.

“Alright people! Final checks!”

While they were doing final checks, you glance over at Billy and then quickly glance back down to your shoes when you realize he was looking at you.

“Alright! Y/n, ready?”

You nod and give a thumbs up.

“Billy?”

He nods.

“And we are rolling in five, four, three, two…”

It was all going smoothly, perfect even.

Except when it came to do the part with you and Billy singing to eachother.

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Y/N: “I think…it was 15 takes…maybe. Could’ve been more”

Billy: “It was 25 takes. I’ll remember that forever.”

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“CUT!!” your director shouts, groaning in frustration. “Everyone…take five..ten. Take ten!”

“You’re messing everything up” Billy murmurs as he walks past you.

“How am I messing everything up?” you say as you start following him.

“You’re starting too early, you’re going ahead of the backing vocals, plus you’re standing way too close to me.”

You look at him with confusion in your eyes, you weren’t starting too early, you started perfectly on cue.

“What- What is your problem?”

“What do you mean.”

“This. This whole attitude! I didn’t do anything to you!”

“Lower your voice babydoll”

You scoff, how can he have the audacity to call you ‘babydoll’ right now?

“No! Not til you tell me what’s wrong!”

Billy groans and grabs your wrist, dragging you behind one of the trailers.

You yank your hand away from him and cross your arms.

“Billy, please tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something?”

“Yeah, you’re being fucking annoying that’s what.”

You look at him with hurt in your eyes, what the fuck.

“You’re always so clingy, always acting like some kid that’s desperate for attention. It’s fucking annoying.”

You don’t know what to say, he’s never had a problem with you being clingy, but you haven’t even been clingy to him these past few weeks. You’ve been giving him his space.

“Oh. Sorry…” you murmur out, looking down at your shoes as you hold back tears. Billy rolls his eyes and then walks off, leaving you behind the trailer. And the minute he leaves, you breakdown in tears, why couldn’t you be enough for him?

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Y/N: “I really hated that shoot. The video came out…fine but…I hated shooting it.”

“Not just because of the whole…Billy ordeal, it was just- a stressful shoot.”

“But after the video aired, it took off, I got a spot on Saturday Night Live because of it.”

“But…like the video…I-I didn’t really like the performance I gave.”

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You had just come off stage after successfully performing ‘all-american bitch’. You were covered cake, but the audience absolutely loved it.

Now you had to get ready for the second performance, a mashup performance of Lust for Life and Groupie Love with Billy and the band.

Once you were done in hair and makeup, you went to go look for Billy, you wanted him to see you in your little white lace dress and with the daisies in your hair, and you wanted to just check up on him.

As you approached his dressing room you could hear soft moans and groans.

A feeling of dread filled your body. Hesitantly, you opened the door slightly, your stomach churned as you saw clothes scattered all over the floor. Then you opened the door all the way.

He was hooking up with some random girl.

“Billy?” you say softly, frozen in place.

Billy froze.

“Shit…” he said under his breath as he pulled away from the girl.

“Sorry…I-I didn’t mean- I- w-we’re on in five.”

You quickly closed the door and ran down the hall back to your green room, you heard him screaming your name while you did.

The minute you got to your room, you locked the door and broke down. Then you spotted a fresh bottle of champagne placed on your vanity, it was probably for after the show…but the temptation was too high.

You grab it and open it, drinking the liquid straight from the bottle.

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Y/N/: “I don’t remember it that well, the performance. My words were all slurred, my vision was blurry, the lights were too bright, the sound was way too loud, I couldn’t focus, I was…afraid and heartbroken.”

“The funny thing is…people…liked it. They enjoyed the performance. Hell…a lot of people thought and still think the runny mascara was a style choice….they didn’t know I was crying for over fifteen minutes. They didn’t know we had to delay our performance because of it.”

“It was the first time I caught Billy in the act of cheating. It wouldn’t be the last. It was the first time I also performed drunk. I wouldn’t be the last either.”

“But I still stayed with Billy.”

A/N: REJOICE ITS FINALLY OUT!!!! IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO SO SO LONG BUT ITS FINALLY HERE!!!

thank u so much for reading and for being patient guys 😭💕 hope u all enjoyed!!! WE ARE SO BACK

[meropegaaunt]

WEST COAST

Billy Dunne x reader

Implied eventual Graham Dunne x reader

Summary: The love between two best friends toes the line between platonic and romantic.

Warnings: Kid on kid violence, fighting, angst, alcohol, and attempted kissing

Word Count: 2,359 words

© Meropegaaunt 2023

GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar, The Six): Growing up, Y/N and Billy were, like, best friends. I mean, God, they were close, so close you never saw one without the other.

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You, Y/N L/N, grew up in a small suburb outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Said suburb was small, quaint, filled with red-brick houses and white picket fences. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone. The rich thrived, having two or three properties in their name and far too many zeros in their checking accounts, but the majority struggled to make ends meet, to even keep a roof over their heads. You were part of the majority, but your father, F/N L/N, did everything in his power to ensure that you lived in blissful ignorance, unaware of the struggles that weighed so heavily upon his shoulders. He had two jobs, one as a music teacher and one as a bar manager. Endless hours had been spent slaving away at those jobs in an attempt to ensure you were given every opportunity to succeed, and luckily, you were.

Truth be told, you had not the faintest idea of your dire living circumstances, because your father showered you in love and affection, making everything, even the most mundane tasks, seem like an adventure. He had a way with people, a way that he passed on to you, which was why at school, you got on well with your classmates. You got on best with Billy and Graham Dunne, though, two brothers that shared your true love: music.

(Your friendship did not have an easy beginning, though. Not by a long shot, because even at a young age, Billy had trouble letting people close. Your first encounter with him was in passing. Names had been exchanged, but there was no inkling of what would bloom between the two of you. That inkling did not come until a boy two years older than you and Billy and four years older than Graham came around looking to give Billy a hard time. He found Graham instead, who became his victim of circumstance. You happened upon the scene just in time to see the boy deliver a harsh kick to Graham’s ribs, and that sight alone was enough for you to see red and abandon all common sense. It mattered not that he was your superior in both age and size. All that mattered was that Graham, who had only ever shown you kindness and civility, was frightened and bleeding and needed help, which was why you threw caution to the wind, ran forward, and thundered, “Hey, that’s my friend you’re kicking!” In an instant, you two were on the ground, grappling violently atop the dirt path. The boy pawed at your face, pulling at your locks while you pressed on his throat. His efforts broke your skin and knocked your nose askew, yet your hold stayed firm, just as F/N had shown you. You hunched forward, pale with rage as he writhed about, trying futilely to get free. Each action made his throat tighter, though, so his attempts hastily slowed down. He gasped, his eyes growing hazy from the wild thrumming of the blood in his head. It was only after oxygen escaped him for a beat that you lessened your grip and retreated with Graham, though, your feet flying over the earth until you found Billy. That day, covered in blood and dirt, he deemed you all right.)

Seeing your love for music, your father found and salvaged an old guitar for you, a Gibson Les Paul that had seen far better days. It had suffered much hurt and misuse, but he searched out alternatives for each decaying piece, eventually returning it to its former glory. You basked in its glory, showing it off to the Dunne brothers with stars in your eyes and a smile that rivaled the sun in intensity. They had an old Silvertone guitar, so the three of you began learning how to play, going through much trial and error before discovering what worked and what did not.

Your musical range evolved as you entered your teenage years, especially when Billy and Graham’s mother, Marlene, bought them an old Strat. Armed with three guitars, you delved into songwriting, thus laying the foundation for what eventually became one of the world’s most beloved rock bands.

You were there at the nanscene of the Dunne Brothers band, long before its first additions — drummer Warren Rhodes, bassist Chuck Williams, and rhythm guitarist Eddie Roundtree — were brought on. You did not have a designated title, though. Instead, you played whatever part was needed, whether that be a singer, guitarist, or keyboardist. The band worked whatever gig it could, whether that be at house parties, seedy bars, or dance clubs.

Around that time, you had noticed that you had physically changed, had grown into your own. Your friends had, too, but you did not realize until one of the nights when the band had played at a seedy bar. There had been various acts of violence committed at said bar, but this particular night, a man who was out of his mind on drugs had started swinging. Hands had been thrown, landing hits upon bar attendants, but then, he had come for you . . . You had not seen it coming, too engrossed in your music, which was why there was no time for you to react, to defend yourself. Your eyes snapped up, catching sight of the fist flying your way, but it never made contact with your face. Before it could, Billy collided with the man, hitting him with enough force that he was sent crashing to the ground.

You blinked once, twice, thrice, pure, unfettered shock keeping you rooted in place. It was only when a warm, familiar hand landed upon your shoulder that you snapped out of it, the shock wearing off. “Thanks, Billy,” you breathed, your eyes rising to meet his emerald ones. “I owe you one.”

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged, a mischievous look flitting across his face. “Couldn’t let him take you out before I do.”

“Ah, that’s not happening,” you remarked, unable to conceal your amusement. He had tried to sweet talk you before, had even gone as far to use his go-to pick-up line: If you let me take you out I’ll write a song about you. The pick-up line had not worked, though, for you had shot back: No, thanks, Dunne. If I want there to be a song about me, I’ll write it myself. “The day we start dating bandmates is the day the Dunne Brothers is over.”

Perhaps if he was being serious, you would consider going on a date with him, but you truly believed that he was not, that he was simply being his typical coquettish self. Despite this, in the future, you will think that this perhaps was the moment when you first realized that you loved him, that you were in love with him . . .

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BILLY DUNNE (lead singer, The Six): We got hired for this wedding. It was a big deal. A wedding meant we were gonna be heard by, you know, a hundred people. I think I was nineteen.

We had auditioned for this couple with our best song. It was this slower, folkier song Y/N and I had written called “Nevermore.” Just thinking about it makes me cringe. Truly. I was writing about the Catonsville Nine and things like that. I thought I was Dylan. But we got this gig.

And about halfway through our show at this wedding, this fifty-something guy catches Y/N on a water break and pulls them onto the dance floor. I see and think, Does this guy know what a creep he looks like? And then I realize it’s my dad.

GRAHAM: Our father was there, all over Y/N, completely unaware he was making them uncomfortable. I realized it before Billy, I think. Recognized him from the pictures our mom kept in the shoe box under her bed.

Y/N L/N (singer, The Six): I didn’t originally know it was Mr. Dunne that had pulled me onto the dance floor that night. I mean, plenty of older men go after younger people. It’s not great, it’s just how it is. Not wanting to start a scene, I danced with him until Billy came down off the stage and pulled me away. Afterward, he told me who he was, and it just . . . made me sick. Mr. Dunne looked right at Billy, his son, and didn’t recognize him. How is that possible? How is that fair?

BILLY: I couldn’t believe it. He’d been gone ten years by that point. And he was supposed to be in Georgia. The asshole was just standing in the middle of the dance floor, no idea his sons were up onstage or that he was dancing with their best friend. I put an end to that. I got off stage and pulled them apart. Y/N was confused as hell, but I explained who he was.

GRAHAM: Billy asked a few people at the wedding about him. Turns out our father had been living a few towns over. Friends with the bride or something. Y/N was furious, saying, “You know what, fuck him. You guys are the best. If he can’t see that, that’s his problem, not yours.” They were right. He was a drunk asshole anyway. So good riddance to him.

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Seeing the response — or lack thereof — from Mr. Dunne infuriated you. He had laid eyes upon his sons for the first time in a decade, and there had been no recognition, no remorse. He had helped bring them into the world, had raised them for five and seven years respectively, but then, when given the opportunity to reconnect, he treated them like strangers, like they meant nothing.

Your father had loved you dearly, had done everything in his power to protect you, which was why such a poor excuse of a man was hard to wrap your head around. You tried, though, even going as far as to snag a bottle of whiskey in an attempt to lessen your inhibitions, to think outside of the box. Unfortunately, the whiskey did not offer any answers about Mr. Dunne, but it did cause your budding feelings for Billy to spill out, to make themselves known.

He too had taken in alcohol, had consumed beer after beer, but Billy, for a reason you did not know, held his alcohol better. That was why when you took a seat next to him with a half-empty bottle of whiskey in hand, he looked relatively put together. You, on the other hand, looked simultaneously attractive and disheveled. It was paradoxical, but the sight of you, with your warm cheeks and wild hair, lit a fire within him, a fire whose flames threatened to consume him, to devour him whole.

“Billy,” you breathed his name, leaning through the dark so that your faces were mere millimeters apart, causing your breaths to mingle. “Your dad is a real prick, but I’m — I’m glad you’re not like him. You’re a real great guy. The best.”

“I’m not,” he refuted, knowing that your tongue had been loosened by the alcohol. When sober, you were generous with your words, but not like this. Not to this degree. “I’ve made some dumbass decisions. You know that better than anyone—“

“And yet, I still love you,” you cut him off, leaning impossibly closer. You had contemplated kissing him a handful of times since that night in the bar, but had yet to work up enough nerve to do so. Now, when you were feeling brazen, it would be so quick, so easy. All you had to do was bridge the gap between your faces . . . You made to do so, to press your lips to his, but he pulled away, moving out of your range. A mixture of hurt and confusion crossed your features then, followed by uncertainty. “Do you not want to—“

“Not like this,” he shook his head, because even though the flirtatious comments sent your way held truth, he would not allow you to make such a drastic move when drunk. Not with him. “If you remember this tomorrow, we can figure things out, Y/N.”

In a perfect world, you would remember this conversation the next day. You and Billy would communicate and sort out your feelings together, but this world was not perfect. In this world, you did not remember your advances on Billy, which was why when he met the foxy, dark-haired Camila Martinez, he pursued her . . .

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WARREN RHODES (drummer, The Six): In the summer and fall of ‘69, we were all really starting to get laid, man. And Billy was taking himself off the market. We’d all be with chicks and he’d be sitting there, smoking a joint, having a beer to keep himself busy. I came out of a girl’s room one time, zipping my pants up, and Billy was sitting on the sofa, watching Dick Cavett. I knew Y/N loved Billy. Hell, by that point, I think everyone except Billy knew. So I said, “Man, you gotta ditch that girlfriend.” Don’t get me wrong; we all liked Camila, she was foxy and she’d tell you your business right to your face, which I liked. But c’mon. Y/N isn’t the sort of person you want to miss out on an opportunity with.

Y/N: I wanted to hate Camila. It would have been easier that way, if she was terrible to Billy, if she made him unhappy, but she didn’t. She grounded him, made him a better version of himself, so there really was no choice but for me to take a step back, to put some distance between Billy and I.

GRAHAM: It killed Y/N to give Billy and Camila space, but they did. Because they loved him, and that . . . that took a lot of selflessness. I think, maybe, that might have been when I started falling in love with them.

[allisluv]

daisy jones being enamoured with you while she is drunk or high

pairing: daisy jones x ex!fem!reader

content warnings: angsty fluff, daisy being stoned out of her god-damn mind. mentions of past established relationship but both daisy and reader still have feelings for each other. loosely based off the song "why'd you only call me when you're high" by arctic monkeys

word count: 240

it's early in the morning when the landline to your hotel room starts ringing. you roll over onto your side, the numbers 03:56 flashing in red letters on the digital clock. you rub your knuckles into your eyes to rid them of sleep and blindly fumble for the black phone, holding the receiver up against your ear. "hello?"

"hi, baby!"

you blink once, then twice, then three times for good measure. "daisy?"

"yeah, it's me, baby."

"why are you calling me? it's nearly four in the damn morning!" you snap as tiredness gets the better of you.

you hear daisy sigh on the other end of the phone. "jus' wanted to hear your voice, 's all. i missed you and your pretty face. like, you know i'm in love with you, right? like so in love."

you exhale a breath and run a trembling hand through your hair. "why are you still up, daisy? we have a show in eight hours."

"can't sleep without you here," daisy admits shakily. "like i said, i miss you."

now it's your turn to sigh. after a beat of silence, you finally break and say, "well, are you gonna keep me on the phone all night or come over?"

"really?" daisy yawns through the line.

"yeah, well, i don't want you falling asleep on stage. just don't make a habit out of this, alright? we're still over."

daisy chuckles. "whatever you say, sweetheart."

[oatmealisweird]

Oatmealisweird Masterlist-

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

OBX

JJ maybank

I can't do it anymore - angst

gold rush (blurb)

John b

I’ll never let you go - fluff

Rafe Cameron

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

Sarah Cameron

Our big day - fluff

Topper Thorton

As the sun sets - fluff ending

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX

Camilla Dunne

Stay a little longer - light angst

Daisy Jones

Coming soon…

Billy Dunne

Don't go - Angst

Don't go PT2 - angst, fluff

Karen Sirko

Coming soon…

HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair

Home is with you (blurb) - Fluffy angst

Peeta Mellark

Coming soon…

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer reid

Coming soon…

Aaron Hotchner

Coming soon…

Derek Morgan

Coming soon…

[venusbyline]

Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

[its-vannah]

Last Forever | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

Request from anonymous: hii!! i love your eddie fics, you’re an amazing writer! i was wondering if i could put in a request where eddie and reader are both in the band and as they’re up on stage they look at each other while performing (kinda like billy and daisy i guess?). Karen and Camila notices this and they talk about it with reader and reader is in denial because her and eddie are good friends and she doesn’t want to jeopardize that (they became friends over their hatred of billy😭). but they end up together in the end though? thank you💕💕

Warnings: Angst, fluff, profanities, kissing

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Everytime you walk out on stage, you instantly get high off of the thrill of seeing the crowd bursting with energy. The audience cheers as the band walks out onstage, jumping up and down while waving their hands in the air. You'll never get tired of this. To think you had once believed you'd never make it out of Pittsburgh—now you were performing in front of a sold-out concert in the heart of New York.

You thought back to your first performance, back when the band was called "The Dunne Brothers." It seemed crazy to you, now, that you were so nervous to go out on stage. There were, at most, thirty people who couldn't care less about what you guys were playing.

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Holding your tambourine tightly in your hand, you peeked your head out from behind the curtains, tapping your foot against the wooden floor. You were nervous, anyone in the band could see that.

You felt the warmth of a hand on your back, an arm slinging over your shoulders. Turning your head, your eyes meet Eddie's.

A forced smile found itself on your face as he spoke, "Nervous?"

"Can you tell?" You asked, bowing your head.

"Only a little," He smiled, "Look, it's going to be okay. Just pretend they aren't out there. They don't give a damn what we're doing anyway. This is just practice for when we make it big."

Taking a deep breath, your eyes met his again, your foot going still, "Thank you."

"You're going to do great, Y/N."

"You are, too."

Sure enough, Eddie was right. Barely anyone in the crowd, except one woman who was drunk off her ass, cared about what you guys were playing. A few people swayed to the music, but few looked up on stage.

While singing backup, gently tapping the tamorine on your upper thigh, you looked over at him, a smile plastered on your face. He returned the sentiment, nodding his head as he played.

That was the first, of many, times Eddie Roundtree eased your fears.

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Stepping up to your mic, you looked around at the band. Daisy and Billy were waving at the crowd, who's cheering only got louder as they do so. Meanwhile, Karen was laughing at something Graham was saying to her—and Warren was fiddling with his drumsticks, getting his energy from the audience.

Then there was Eddie. He was tapping on his guitar, a gentle smile on his face as he took it all in. New York City. Who would've known?

You looked over at him, as you had done before every single performance in the entirety of your career, and smiled.

He smiled back, nodding. This time, your eyes stayed locked on each other's for a second longer than they should have.

The two of you turned back to the roaring crowd, listening for the cue of when to start playing.

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Things had been different since moving out to LA, especially after the first tour. Billy was more involved with Camila and Julia, only going to mandatory practices and opting to spend more time with his girls. Warren, Karen, and Graham were out doing everything and everyone under the sun. You expected Eddie to go with them, as he had before the band had gone on tour. But he stayed back with you.

You weren't exactly sure why, but one conversation stuck in your head as a possibility to him stopping his wild streak.

The two of you had been messing around with a melody when he looked up at you, asking, "Why don't you go out with us anymore?"

You had hesitated, initially unsure of how to answer, "How honest do you want me to be?"

"As honest as you can be."

Taking a deep breath, you leaned towards him, "I saw what drugs and alcohol did to Billy, what it did to the people who loved him. I don't want to make that same mistake. I don't ever want to put myself or the people I love in that position. When the right person comes along, I'll know. But that person won't be out being reckless."

Eddie was silent for a while before he excused himself, leaving his guitar propped up on the couch. You weren't sure what he was doing, but you did hear him rummaging in one of the rooms upstairs and then the toilet flushing.

He came back downstairs a few minutes later, his hands in his pockets, asking a simple question, "Want to keep practicing?"

You nodded, happy that what you had to say didn't ruin your friendship. As he played, you silently hoped he wouldn't notice your fleeting glances towards him.

Although you'd never admit it to him, you were aware of your feelings for him. Unbeknownst to you, so were Camila and Karen.

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Daisy knew how to work a crowd—it was first nature to her. Her movements were fluid, captivating everyone's attention as she sang.

"You found me in flames/it's the daylight of change," She and Billy began, "Baby, all that stuff is done."

Your part came in a split second later as you sand backup, "You're my morning sun/Aurora, you're the one/You're my mornint sun."

While the lead vocalists continued, you focused on matching the rhythm with your tamboruine, swaying as you shook it back and forth.

When you got to the chorus, you made it all of three seconds before looking at Eddie, "Oh, I kinda think I wanna make it last forever... Oh, I kinda think I wanna make it last forever..."

To your surprise, he was looking back at you, mouthing the words back to you.

"Oh, I kinda think I wanna make it."

In that moment, there was nobody else on stage except for the two of you, looking longingly into each other's eyes as you sang back and forth to each other.

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"Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?" Karen asked you, rather impatiently, as you set the table for dinner one night.

Camila looked up from her spot over the stove in the kitchen, as if she were wondering the same thing.

"What?" Your cheeks suddenly felt hot and you chose to look anywhere but in her direction.

Karen crossed her arms, "Cam, are you going to take this or am I?"

Camila came out of the kitchen, setting a dish towel on the counter, "Y/N, we've seen the way you and Eddie look at each other. It's before every performance, every practice session... Really, anywhere."

"Because we're friends."

"That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard," Karen said, rolling her eyes, "I don't know whether you guys are head over heels in love or if it's just intense eyefucking—but you've got to take care of it one way or another."

Camila held back a laugh, "What we're trying to say is, what's the point in not telling him? What do you have to lose?"

"Everything."

"What? You won't lose us or the band. You know that."

You tried to stop the tears from falling, but that proved to be difficult, "No, you don't understand."

Camila moved towards you, rubbing your back as Karen pulled out a chair for you to sit down on.

"Then what is it, honey?"

"He is everything."

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Your eyes are locked with one another, unable to put your attention anywhere else. For once, you don't give a damn what anyone thought. All you care about is what happens after the concert.

"Where did you turn... When you needed tenderness..." You sing softly, chest heaving.

You saw, Eddie's breath hitch in his throat, biting his lip.

"Where did you turn... When you needed tenderness."

Your mind drifts back to all the touches you had shared over the years—his hand on your shoulder, your palm pressed on his chest while the two of you danced around the living room on Christmas. It was all clicking.

You kept singing, "When you reached out for my touch...and I couldn't give you much...Of all the time we lost..."

Eddie tilts his head, thinking about where the two of you would be now if he had manned up and told you how he felt four years ago.

"While I was running from your light..."

You had spent years running from your feelings—that wasn't an option anymore.

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Your first performance in front of over a thousand people had you a nervous wreck all over again. You could handle a couple hundred—but enough to populate your hometown? It sent you spiraling.

Eddie found you pacing back and forth behind stage, your hands running over your face to try and calm your nerves.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," He whispered, gently taking you by the shoulders, "This isn't our first rodeo, right? We're the real deal now, Y/N/N. It's alright."

He pulled you into a hug, running his hand over your hair as you breathed into his chest, "Breathe with me, okay? Listen to my heart, alright? Listen to the beat."

His voice alone managed to calm you down—paired with his touch, you didn't know what to do with yourself.

The two of you pulled away from each other, and he looked you up and down, "Ready, sweetheart?"

You nodded, causing him to smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple, "You've got this, don't worry."

The both of you ignored the looks you got from the rest of the band while you walked on stage.

During the performance, it became too much. Your fists clenched up and your breath work wasn't quite right.

Taking notice of it, Eddie discretely moved towards you, passing it off as him being really passionate playing the bass. In reality, he just wanted to be there with you, reassuring you that you'd be okay.

He succeeded, too. Having him a foot away versus the usual six helped in ways you couldn't have imagined.

From then on, he always played a little closer to you.

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As soon as the band went on a short break halfway through the concert, Eddie made a beeline towards you behind stage.

He cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss the two of you had been waiting for the entirety of your careers.

Your hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him as close to you as physically possible. His hands slid down to your waist, finally pulling back to catch his breath.

"I've been waiting to do that since the day I met you."

His forehead pressed against yours, relief washing over him, "God, I love you. Was that too soon? I'm sorry—"

You pulled him back in for a quick kiss, "Not soon enough."

[mrsnancywheeler]

billy's muse waiting for him all night but he doesn't come back until the early hours and she knows what he was doing, who he was with

but she's not feeling very argumentative, just sad, so the next day she's just unusually quiet. and eddie realizes instantly and is trying to get her to talk. when she does it's brief and softly said. eddie nearly loses it completely when billy still has the gaul to be snappy with you.

"billy, do you have a cigarette?" you're behind where he's seated, playing with his collar

"I just got you another pack, how are you out already?" he says it with annoyance, venom and you pull your hands away, shrugging.

"sorry." you whisper and eddie's already pulled a cigarette out.

"here" and as soon as billy sees that he's digging his box out.

"no here you go, baby." you shoot a sympathetic look at eddie, but billy's suddenly got you pulled down onto his lap, is lighting it for you, and you've needed the closeness with how you've been feeling. even if he's doing it to prove a point to eddie. billy would be annoyed at how clingy you were today if everytime he showed that, eddie wasn't the first person to comfort you. even if on most days it would be an ego boost to have you wrapped around him.

eventually billy has you alone to tell you off, "what the fuck's going on with you today?"

"nothing, 'm sorry."

"nothing? you've been basically strangling me all day."

your arms are tightly wrapped around you like a wall and you're getting more annoyed. because he always wants you around to call, but he also gets annoyed with it. you're not a mind reader. he also still went with the other goddamn groupies when you were there like he had said.

"what do you fucking want me to do, billy?"

"sit where you usually do, don't fucking move, and stop moping. you're supposed to be supportive, try a goddamn smile." next thing you know you're storming out of the room and billy is following after you, calling your name. grabbing what you brought with you and leaving the building as quickly as you can. "don't pull this shit!"

"'always be around for me, baby. don't suffocate me, baby. maybe if you were there when I needed you I wouldn't have to find other groupies, baby. you're my girl, baby. you're replaceable, baby. sit there and smile, baby. you're so fucking needy, stop bothering me, baby. come sit in my lap, baby.' you are so fucking contradictory, billy! I do what you want all the goddamn time and you don't even try to respect me!" you're out the door, outside, you'll walk home if you have too.

"why would I respect some groupie who's upset that, what? I didn't pick her last night?"

"leave me alone, billy, I'm fucking done. I never want to hear from you again, you're the fucking worst."

"you just can't handle a mature, adult relationship. throwing another goddamn tantrum."

you turn around just enough to point at him while you speak, "oh, you wanna say we're in a relationship now? well, I'm pretty sure in mature, adult relationships they don't spend their time in other people's fucking beds. but, no, you get to do whatever the fuck you want." you turn back around and you're nearly out of the parking lot, "well have fun doing that because I'm not coming back. if I'm so fucking replaceable, billy, then replace me. I'm sure other girls would love to be told how terrible they are by you all the time."

"come and inside and call a fucking taxi!" but you don't and next thing you know he's in his fucking car, trailing behind you.

"leave me the fuck alone, billy."

he's got his window rolled down, "then go inside and call a taxi." because despite everything he'd rather not have you hitchhike with some untrustworthy person who's pick you up. finally you relent and he waits until they've arrived and you've gotten inside.

you follow your word though, he thought you might cook down and call. but you don't. you don't show up for days. and this all leads into the scenario where he can't find you for a while, finds you with daisy, and you give him the ultimatum.

[reasonsmandy]

As long as I'm here

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader x Eddie Roundtree

✧.* requested by anon — hey, i was wondering if you can write one where the reader and graham were best friends growing up, (she in the band) and the reader slowly started to develop feelings for him. but then karen came into the picture and the reader saw them kiss at a party so the reader drank too much but eddie was there to bring her home and comfort her. also love your work!! and so so happy you are active ❤️❤️

✧.* summary — you were in love, but things don't seem to work the way your heart wants

✧.* warnings — full angst!

✧.* word count — 2.1k

✧.* 🪕 — Graham's masterlist

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I'm sorry for all the time it took me to come back, hope you have a great reading! 🫶🏾

“Was that before or after I spent all my money on that van?” Rojas' voice came out in a muffled laugh, with the coexistence you knew how to tell that he was in disbelief.

“Come on Chuck, you can't do that!” You interfere, hoping he understands that you all need him. “We have a big gig tonight.”

Billy turns around irritably, running both hands through his hair, Graham is staring at the ground and the thought of seeing him sad causes a knot in your stomach. You try to hold it together, that's what you used to do since you joined the band.

You had heard the conversation between Graham, Warren, Chuck and Eddie that day when the creation of the band was proposed. They knew you were a good vocalist, they had heard you sing on a few occasions and they knew that losing you as a member would be stupid, even if the band went nowhere.

Even though he thought he was the protagonist, Billy wasn't so reluctant to share his attention with you, seeing you more as an addition to something that would be very good. Everything was on track, you were actually gaining a lot of visibility and opportunities lately and the thought of Chuck giving up was a catastrophe.

You come back from your thought when you hear Chuck's low voice say “You're out of your fucking mind”

“So now what do we do?” Rojas asks, lighting a cigarette.

“Eddie you switch over to bass” Billy orders, you can feel how tense Roundtree turns in a second.

“No.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Please Eddie, just this time.” You ask affectionately, a little desperately.

“Fine.” He throws the unlit cigarette on the ground, heading towards the van that had brought you here.

…

“You ready Y/N?” Eddie asks through your door, you quickly grab your jacket and fix your hair before opening it.

“Let's do this.” You were nervous, it was the first time you had to do a big change for a gig and besides it was a big opportunity. All you wanted was things to go well. “Hey, I know you didn't want this but, thank you for doing it.”

Eddie smiles small, nodding before you are interrupted by some horns outside your house, you hurried towards Rojas' van where you saw him accompanied.

“New girl?” You ask Eddie before you reach the van.

“Yeah, Warren is kinda dating her right now. I guess.” Roundtree offers you a cigarette and you take it in his hand. “Hm, talking about love…”

He looks at you with a smirk, you immediately roll your eyes.

“Don't even start.” You ask, feeling your cheeks hot.

“You should tell him, you know.” As you two sit in the back of the van he “starts” even though you asked him not to. “I think you guys look cute together.”

“Y'all talking about y/n+graham’s?” Warren turns from the driver's seat with a smirk.

“What the fuck is y/n+graham's?” You ask with the cigarette between your lips, confused.

“Your couple name, we talk about you two a lot.” Eddie teases you, as Rojas nods starting the van.

“I don't know where you guys got the idea that we are something.” You lay your head against the window, feeling the breeze as you try not to smile with the thought of Graham and You as something.

The truth is that you were in love with him for years now, since before you guys were a band, you always felt amazed by him and little by little you noticed that it had become a passion. You fell in love with him deeply since you started to hang out more together, you tried to hide it but things got impossible when Eddie found your lyrics to a song that well… was pretty clear about your feelings.

You barely noticed when Warren parked in front of the place where they were going to perform, you could hear ‘The Winters’ checking the sound to make sure everything was okay. By coincidence, you had also arrived with Billy, Camila and Graham, who were getting out of the car with their instruments at the same time as you were doing the same.

You enter the place admiring the environment, happy and shocked by the different size than what you had expected. Camila hugs Eddie and then wraps her arms around Billy, Warren and his girlfriend walk hand in hand with Graham beside them when the younger Dunne stops, his eyes fixed on the stage.

His eyes follow in search of what made him stop, the figure of the blonde keyboardist singing along with the band is what your eyes see, instantly your body withers, feeling vulnerable as your feelings were completely exposed.

“Keep dreaming Peaches.” Warren teases his friend, and then turns around to show the place to his girl.

…

You were trying your best to understand how you got here, standing next to the payphone you were trying to hide how upset you were with all of this. You were silent since everyone had agreed to call Karen into the band, you weren't against her at all, but there was something that made you sad about all of this.

“I'll be right back” You mutter, retreating out of the diner with a cigarette in hand. It selfish to think that you were being replaced, you knew it, but the pain on your chest made you want to scream with this situation.

“Are you okay sweetie?” You jump in fright at Camila's voice behind you, coughing from smoke.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” Between coughs you ask, trying to hide your nuisance and overcome the burning sensation in your lungs.

“You just left and please don't get me wrong but you look upset” Out of nowhere Warren's girlfriend joins you, and you get scared once again.

“Could you guys stop scaring me?” You laugh small with your hand on your chest. "I'm fine, let's go back inside.”

And next thing you know, there was a big change for you to handle.

…

Karen wasn't the problem itself, but the way Graham's eyes lighted up everytime she opened her mouth or the way he can't stop the smile on his face when she enters the room. The problem was the ache growing on your chest when you witnessed those moments, the way your brain knew how that would never be you no matter how hard you tried.

Things were going great, you had an amazing hit and gradually you felt the band finally going the way you stopped when Billy left for rehab. But somehow even when you put all your efforts to see things on the bright side the feeling came back, it was eating you alive second by second.

You made your way downstairs to grab something to eat when you see Graham and Karen ready for something, desperately you check the clock thinking you somehow lost track of time.

“I thought Billy's housewarming party was at eight…” Eddie let out the question you were repeating in your mind, you gladly thank him in thought.

“And it is, she just asked us to come early and help them get ready.” Graham explains.

“And also take care of Julia.” Sirko adds, you hold the urge to scream in frustration.

“So I'll see you guys later.” The younger Dunne says goodbye to Roundtree with a handshake and smiles at you before leaving.

You rest your body on the sofa, exhausted, resting your head on the shoulder of the bassist next to you. He doesn't dare move,

Knowing what kind of comfort you would like at the moment, he's content to be by your side.

“Is exhausting, I know…” He says under a breath, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of you.

You don't answer, and he takes that opportunity to go on. “It feels like it won't ever stop hurting but eventually, you get used to it.” He lets out with a chuckle, getting a small smile from you.

“I don't even know if I can handle this party anymore.” You complain, covering your face with both hands.

“Don't worry, Warren and I will have you back.” He nudges you with one of his elbows, and you feel lighter with them.

“Like Warren will give me attention after his girlfriend arrived from that job trip.” Eddie laughs, knowing this is very likely.

“You know I've been in love before, with someone pretty impossible…”

“Camila” I say, he suddenly stops.

“What? No.” His cheeks flush.

“It's Camila!” You say arching your eyebrows

“It doesn't matter, okay?” He rolls his eyes. “The thing is, it passes… you'll be fine.”

This time you stay in silence

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The party was great, even though you didn't find a specific group to join and spend time with, your company was enough for you. Suddenly you are taken by surprise as the lights go out, every room is filled with small conversations while some look for the root of the problem. You search in the darkness for Camila or anyone else in the band, trying to understand what was happening.

Your eyes see Eddie and Camila lighting some candles, you smile and leave them be. You hear crying coming from the rooms above, and worried you go towards the sound.

You find Julia crying in her crib, you take her with you downstairs trying to find Billy somewhere. Turning down some corridors you come across Graham and Karen kissing, Your body freezes and your eyes widen, you feel your heart break into mine in your chest as if a rope is tying a knot around it.

All you can think about is running away, but the child in your lap is something that holds you there. You take a deep breath, desperately looking for Billy and when you find him it's a matter of time before the tears escape your eyes. The older Dunne doesn't ask, he just picks up his daughter and watches you make your way through the crowd.

You struggle to find a corner quiet and private enough to let it all go, you open the beer you had picked up and drink it all in a few sips, feeling the alcohol rip through your throat as you open another one.There was nothing more frustrating than this feeling of incapacity, vulnerability and, above all, rejection. You feel the air leave your lungs as the crying begins, you try your best to keep your crying down but it becomes more and more difficult.

“Hey, what happened? Are you okay?” Eddie finds you, “I saw you running” He waits for your answer, but you just cry. “Everything will be fine, I'm here with you” He holds you, you let him hold you as you fall apart.

“I can't deal with this.” You bury your face on his chest, upset and feeling ashamed.

“Let me take you home.” He asks, holding your hand as he helps you up. “I'm sure Camila will understand why we're leaving.”

“Don't! Please don't tell her.” The tears fall slowly on your face. “The fact that you see me like this is already too humiliating."

“Humiliating?” He seems confused, a little bit hurt as he guides you to the car. “You don't have to be always strong with me. I'm here for you, you can cry all you want.”

As his car makes its way to your house you watch the street in silence, your eyes filling with tears every time you remembered what you had seen.

“I just.” You begin to say, crying a little. “I can't help but feel this way.”

“I know what it looks like.” He whispers, turning the car to another direction.

“Where are you going?”

“I think you don't want to stay at the house with them, what about we spend the night on the beach?” You look at him, your teary eyes curious.

“What?”

“Just walk around, swim and talk.” He knows you feel pretty comfortable at the beach, so he's looking for something that will make you feel okay.

“That sounds fun, thank you.” You try your best to smile, the car parks at the beach.

Eddie helps you walk up some rocks so you can watch the waves better, you feel the cold breeze against your body and it makes you feel a little more alive, of course, things weren't fine and far from feeling better… but not impossible to go through.

“Thank you for this.” You say in a whisper, closing your eyes as you rest your head on Roundtree's shoulder.

“Just like I always told you, you will never be alone as long as I'm here”

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Stay With Me

Fandom:  Daisy Jones & The Six

Pairing: Daisy Jones x GN Reader

Characters: Daisy Jones, Reader, Billy Dunne

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1399

Summary: Guess it’s true I’m no good at a one-night stand.

Tags/Warnings: Songfic, Love, Fluff, Angst, The Six, Messy Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Situationship, Kissing, Smoking, Cigarettes, Drugs, Drug Use, Drug Problem, Addiction, Stay With Me // Sam Smith

Notes: I have the biggest crush on Daisy Jones and Riley Keough in general

SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn’t be here. This hadn’t been the plan, yet nothing to do with her ever seemed to go the way it was supposed to. I knew I should’ve made some excuse and left before things got too far, and yet I hadn’t. And as I found myself buried between her milky white thighs, breathy moans spilling from her lips as I tipped her over the edge of ecstasy I found myself not caring. But that was always how I felt when Daisy was around. If anything that was the way most people felt when Daisy was around because she made it so easy not to worry or think about anything. She was the sun and those around her just felt lucky to be able to bask in the glow.

‘Fuck,’ she panted tapping my shoulder which made me look up at her with a grin. She had pushed herself up on her elbows to look at me, a hand running through my hair as I pulled back, her hair was splayed around her like an auburn halo, her blue eyes satiated yet vibrant, and a grin on her own face. Yet this grin looked different. Happy, the first truly happy smile of hers I’d seen in a while. It was an image I wished I could take a picture of; the feeling that gave me something I longed to bottle up. In fact, that feeling was something I wanted to cling to as long as possible and so I moved forward, pressing kisses up her soft skin until I was above her, our lips meeting in a slow and gentle kiss. She hummed into it, falling back against the pillows as I kissed her, determined to get her to make that noise again. When we broke apart I was breathless but kissing, like everything she turned her hand to, seemed to come easily to her. As I tried to catch my breath she smiled, her fingertip tracing down the planes of my face.

‘You’re getting good at that y’know,’ she mused.

‘Yeah well we’ve had enough practice tonight don’t you think?’ I said as she pushed me off of her making me collapse down beside her on my stomach. As I flopped into the pillows I allowed my arm to drape over her, not ready to break contact just yet, though it was disturbed as she leant over to grab a cigarette off the nightstand, sparking it up and taking a drag in one quick motion, her eyes closing as she did. As she opened them and found me watching her she smiled, offering me the cigarette in question, which I took though it meant I was forced to roll away from her. I wrinkled my nose as I took a drag, again wondering how she so easily talked me into things I would never normally do. Anyone would think it had been the cocktail of pills that had been coursing through my system when we’d stumbled back to her apartment last night but I knew it wasn’t. My drug wasn’t anything other than her.

As I handed it back to her she took it from me, going to place it on the ashtray beside her, but before she did she sat bolt upright and said, ‘shit, we’re late.’

‘Since when do you care about being on time?’ I asked though I may as well not have spoken considering she ignored me, throwing herself from the bed towards the pile of clothes on her bedroom floor that were in various stages of wearability. I pushed myself up until I sat against the headboard.

‘I don’t,’ she said, finally acknowledging me as she fished a muted purple top off the floor and threw it over her bare shoulders, tying it around her front. Given that she hadn’t opted to wear a bra meant there was only one layer between us yet that felt like one too many. I wasn’t ready to get out of bed yet, to leave our little bubble of ignorance, the one that only included me and her.

‘So come get back in bed then,’ I said. She was in the middle of throwing on a pair of shorts but she stopped to look at me for a second, her eyes flashing as though she’d thought of a reason why she couldn’t. Whatever it was though went just as quickly as it had come, her aloofness taking its place.

‘And have them all be angry at me again?’ she said rolling her eyes as she went back to what she had been doing. At her words I stiffened. I stiffened because I knew what she really meant. It wasn’t them she was worried about, The Six. It was him. Billy. I knew it was stupid to care given it wasn’t as though I could call her out on it. After all, what were we to each other? Friends? Something a little more than friends? Certainly not anything more substantial and even if we were there wasn’t anything I could say about her and Billy because I wasn’t sure what she and Billy were. Hell, they didn’t even like one another most of the time. I supposed he was to her what she was to me. Something to love, something to want, something that was just out of reach.

‘Exactly,’ I said hoping she’d concede, ‘I mean they’ve already been mad at you once why not another.’

‘Because the party can't start without me right?’ she quipped. She was fully dressed now, moving to grab the small bottle of pills she had left on her nightstand but as she did I moved to grab her, my hand encircling her wrist as I pulled her back onto the bed. She fell down with an ‘oomph’ and though I knew it was unfair I moved in to kiss her, hoping to pour that feeling I had wanted to bottle up into her, as if that would make her see she didn’t need anything else but me.

‘The party here needs you too,’ I mumbled as we broke apart.

 ‘I’m sure it’ll be alright for a couple of hours,’ she smirked.

‘Dais-’I said trying to push the feebleness from my tone but finding it all too present. She didn’t seem to hear it, actually, she didn’t even seem to be listening to me at all and instead moved back to grab her pills, slipping a couple of them into her hand before she choked them down. I watched her through it all, unsure as to what it was I wanted to say. What was there to say? Don’t go? Stay here with me? I didn’t even know what this was, love? Lust? Something else entirely?

Deep down I knew whatever it was it wouldn’t work. That I was allowing her to mess with my head the way Billy played with hers. Yet like her and Billy, I couldn’t allow myself not to enjoy the masochism of it all. Like her eagerly running to rehearsal for whatever tongue-lashing she was going to receive I ran to her just as easily. Fell into her bed time and time again. I needed to stop, to get some perspective, some self-control. But how could I? She was the sun, her warmth radiant around me whenever she was near.

‘Come on,’ she said, snapping me from my thoughts.

‘What?’ I asked confused.

‘Since you’re gonna miss me anyway might as well make yourself useful,’ she said slinging her fur-trimmed coat over her shoulders, flicking her hair from under the collar. Given that she hadn’t brushed it out it was wild and unruly, a product of us, which made my heart flutter. She leaned in, her blue eyes sparkling as she pressed a quick kiss to my lips and said, ‘you’re my ride.’

I should’ve said no. I should’ve got dressed and left, told her I couldn’t, I wouldn’t do this again. But then she smiled at me, that shining smile I loved so much, and I felt all my willpower melt away.

‘Okay,’ I mumbled, allowing her to kiss me once more before she moved away, giving me room to climb out of bed. I moved, shuffling to the edge of it as I watched her flutter around the room entirely unaware of the twinge in my heart. That was the problem with people like her, as radiant as the sun, as nice as it was to stand in their warmth it wasn’t long until you got burned.

[auspicious-manner]

Masterlist

Date Created: July 29th, 2022

Latest Update: August 26th, 2023

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KEY: ✿= fluff ☻= friendship, no romance ★ = talking/vulnerability ❖= angst ➹= romantic ❂= miscellaneous

Daisy Jones and The Six

➹ ❖ Crazy For You: fem reader x graham dunne, the reader joins the six and starts having a secret relationship with graham, and they reveal their secret to the world by kissing on stage

➹ ❖ The Guitarist: fem reader x graham dunne, the reader joins the band and instantly has a connection with graham. however, when she gets torn down by billy one too many times and graham doesn’t come to her defense, she retreats back to her hometown with graham at her heels

➹ ❖ It Was Always You: fem reader x billy dunne, the reader becomes the six’s manager, and slowly falls in love with billy, who has had his eye on her from the very beginning

Newsies

➹ ❂ Dynamic Duo: fem reader x race, based on the request for enemies to lovers and race saves the reader from the delancey brothers

☻ ❂ Leap of Faith: fem reader x newsies cast, the obc of newsies helps the reader through pre-show nerves

➹ ❂ Natural Talent: fem reader x race, the newsboys hide in medda’s theater and race instantly falls in love with the reader’s talent and beauty on stage

Panic

★ ❖ Silence: fem reader x dodge, the reader becomes friends with dodge shortly before panic begins and they talk to each other about their past struggles

➹ ❂ Safe And Sound: fem reader x dodge, reader faces her greatest fear in a challenge and dodge comes to save her and comfort her when the challenge is complete

➹ ★ In All Seriousness: fem reader x dodge, dodge confesses to the reader that he’s scared for her safety in panic and the reader comforts him, based on the prompt “reacting to the other one crying”

➹ ✿ Steam: fem reader x dodge, they party at the player’s ball and build an accidental romance while in the hot tub together, based on the prompt “taking a bath together”

☻ ❖ Guiding Light: fem reader x dodge, reader gets lost in the woods during a challenge and injures herself and dodge comes to the rescue, based on the prompt “you’re hurting me”

✿ ➹ Burning Up: fem reader x dodge, the reader takes care of dodge while he’s sick, based on the prompts “i’m fine” and “caring for the other while ill”

✿ ➹ For You: fem reader x dodge, dodge takes care of the reader when she gets her period

➹ ❖ Friends, Maybe?: fem reader x dodge, the reader gets trampled and gets injured while at a challenge and dodge cares for her wounds

★ ➹ You Should Know Me By Now: fem reader x dodge, the anxious reader freaks out when dodge almost dies in a challenge and they work out their emotions and feelings with each other, based on the prompt “shut up and kiss me”

➹ ❂ Thrill: fem reader x dodge, the reader takes dodge to a theme park and he admits to her that he’s actually afraid of roller coasters

✿ ➹ I Like You: fem reader x dodge, the reader and dodge go to their high school prom together

➹ ❖ Medical Miracle: fem reader x dodge, the reader gets injured at a challenge and they find out something shocking while at the hospital

☻ ★ Grounded: fem reader x dodge, after the challenge at the granary when dodge almost falls to his death, the reader talks to him about the situation and dodge opens up

➹ ❂ Passionate: fem reader x dodge, the pair supports each other at their individual hobbies & spend quality time together

☻ ★ The Mind of a Mystery: fem reader x dodge, dodge opens up to the reader about his fears going into panic

➹ ✿ Love and Affection: fem reader x dodge, dodge gets an upset stomach and the reader takes care of him

❖ ➹ Before You Know It: fem reader x dodge, the reader gets her tonsils removed and dodge looks after her

West Side Story

❂ ☻ Larger Than Life: latina reader x riff, the reader impresses riff with her intelligence and their two personalities clash

➹ ❖ Confidential Couple: latina reader x riff, the reader and riff are in a secret relationship and go through the struggles of a secret romance and a close bond

✿ ➹ Exceeding Expectations: latina reader x riff, the reader comes to riff while on her period and he helps her through the pain

✿ ➹ Opposites: fem reader x riff, riff and the jets celebrate the reader’s birthday and riff spends the day making her feel special.

☻ ✿ Calm Within the Storm: latina reader x riff, they take shelter from a thunderstorm and riff comforts the reader when she gets startled by loud thunder

➹ ✿ Ghosts: fem!bisexual! reader x riff, set in a modern au and riff, reader, and jets get together for a movie night

❖ ➹ Death Wish: fem reader x riff, riff survives the rumble and the reader saves him

Mike Faist

➹ ❂ Up All Night: fem reader x mike, enemies to lovers where they travel for a performance while in newsies on broadway and they are forced to share a bed after they booked the wrong room, based on the prompt “sharing a bed”

➹ ❂ Ethereal: fem reader x mike, mike takes the reader to the west side story premiere and he makes her feel comfortable being in the spotlight for the first time

✿ ➹ Lucky: fem reader x mike, mike meets the reader at her work and afterwards treats her to a nice night in

✿ ➹ Something More: fem reader x mike, they meet while in newsies and slowly fall in love while the rest of the cast watches

❖➹ Perfect to Me: fem reader x mike, reader suffers a panic attack and doesn’t think she deserves mike until he comforts her

☻ ❂ Strangers: fem reader x mike, the reader meets mike while out with her dog and they talk and get coffee together

✿ ➹I’m So Tired: fem reader x mike, reader gets little sleep on a newsies show day and mike looks after her

★ ✿ Worthy: famous fem reader x mike, the reader finds herself lost in her fame until she meets mike, who pulls her out of her rut

★ ✿ Unlucky: fem reader x mike, the reader experiences one bad thing after another on a newsies show day and mike comforts her

Stranger Things

❂ ☻ Dangerous: fem reader & babysitter steve, reader is apart of the party around the time of s2 and steve protects her from the demodogs

[meropegaaunt]

EVENTUALLY

Billy Dunne x reader

Implied eventual Graham Dunne x reader

Can be read as a stand-alone or as a sequel to West Coast

Summary: You grow apart from your childhood best friend, Billy.

Warnings: Angst, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, a non-detailed mention of childbirth, implied cheating, and attempted kissing

Word Count: 4,940 words

Author’s Note: If anyone would be interested in a third part of this fic, please let me know in the comments!

© Meropegaaunt 2023

BILLY DUNNE (lead singer, The Six): I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but at one point or another, things between Y/N and I changed. They started to pull away, to keep me at arm’s length, and that . . . that hurt more than I can put into words. For twelve years, we had been inseparable, then boom. Just like that, we were separated.

Don’t get me wrong. I was happy with Camila, happier than I had been in ages, but can one truly find joy without their best friend? No, I don’t think they can.

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Billy and Camila getting together served as a wake-up call. At some point in 1969, you had unknowingly developed feelings for him, had let him into your heart, but now that he was off the market, you felt the need to take a step back, to figure out who you were without your best friend. So you stopped going over to the Dunne household every day, instead opting to spend time with your father or your other friends. As expected, Billy took note of your absence, but when he pushed you for an explanation, you assured him all was well. The year before, he would have immediately noticed that your voice had cracked when offering assurance, revealing your words to be false. Now, though, he was distracted, his mind so wrapped up in other things that he did not notice. (Or so you thought . . .)

Despite the wide berth you were giving Billy, you still saw him at band practice. As per usual, the two of you played side by side, giving your all to the music, and while your musical talents continued to grow, something was off. A tension could be heard, one that neither of you were willing to acknowledge even after Chuck left . . .

His departure was completely unexpected, blindsiding not only you but the rest of the band, because he had been quiet in his discontent, not telling anyone he was going to leave until there was no other choice. He had to, because you had all rode up his stone-paved driveway in Warren’s rickety, beat-up van, expecting to practice, only to realize that the door to Chuck’s garage, your designated practice space, was closed.

“Ah, there he is,” Eddie breathed, kicking open the back door of the van, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips. Out of the back spilled you, him, and Graham, your features all a mask of confusion.

“Hey, Chuck,” you greeted, offering him a wide, sunny smile. The kind that could calm even the most nerve-addled man, because he looked to be in need of assurance. “We‘ve been calling all morning. What’s up?”

There was no time for him to answer, though, before Warren and Billy emerged from the front of the van, the former suspiciously eyeing the closed garage door. “Why’s the garage door closed?”

A beat of tense silence trickled by, depriving the space around you of oxygen, then, “Look, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just gonna say it. I got into college.”

Warren glanced at you, unable to suppress the soft, surprised chuckle that escaped his mouth. “Huh, all right.”

Your own mouth curved downward in response, showing that you had mixed emotions about the whole ordeal. On one hand, this was good news. Chuck had always been smart, the type that could go far with his brain so long as he applied himself. You could, too, but scholarly pursuits had never appealed to you, not the way music had. Four more years in a classroom personally sounded like torture to you, but if that was what Chuck wanted, then so be it. On the other hand, though, him going to college meant the band would be down both a bassist and a practice space.

“Bro, we didn’t even know you applied,” Graham pointed out, sparing a glance at the rest of the band. No one had a clue about Chuck applying to college until this very moment, because he had stayed silent, closed-lipped.

“Was this, like, before or after I spent all my money on this van?” Warren asked, his surprise bordering the line of disbelief.

“I know. I’m sorry, it’s just . . . they have a really good dental program.”

That was shocking, so much so that it was now your turn for disbelief. “You’re gonna be a dentist?”

“I don’t know. I guess so.”

“Chuck, come on,” Billy huffed, stepping closer to him in an effort to get through to him, to sway his decision. “Please don’t do this. All right? Not now. Not when things are just starting to happen.”

Chuck had thought long and hard about his decision, which was why he stayed firm, hard as stone. “What do you mean, ‘just starting to happen’?”

“Dude, we open for the Winters on Thursday, and that’s just the beginning.”

“This is a real opportunity.”

“So is this.”

“Billy,” Chuck released a deep, exasperated sigh, one that showed just how much he had thought this over. He would not be swayed, even when his closest friends begged him to. “I know this is your dream, man, but just because you want something to happen doesn’t mean it’s going to. Do you really think that there’s a future here?”

“Well, yeah. Chuck, I do.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

With that, Chuck left, leaving a large, bassist-sized hole in the band. It came as a harsh, cutting surprise, but even so, you called after him, “Good luck.”

Your words, though light, did nothing to dispel the tension that had fallen over the group. Eddie seemed to be feeling it most of all, as shown by how he pulled the cigarette from his mouth, turning it over and over in his hands. “We gotta cancel the gig.”

“No, man,” Billy shook his head, refusing to be put out by this one setback. He would not be stymied, not when the band had just gotten started on its rise to greatness. “We’re not canceling.”

“Yeah? What’re we gonna do? We don’t have a bassist, Billy—“

“We’re not canceling,” he repeated, remaining firm, unyielding. Emerald eyes slowly strayed to Eddie, clearing with comprehension, then, “Eddie, you switch over to bass.”

“No.”

You could not help but roll your eyes at the suggestion, because even though Eddie was a team player, there was no way he would switch over without kicking up a storm. He would no doubt complain, spending precious time complaining rather than practicing. That was why you straightened your spine, volunteering, “I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Y/N. We owe you one.” A pleased grin slid onto Billy’s face, replacing the discontent that had been there moments before. He placed a hand on your shoulder, pressing his gratefulness into your skin in a manner that could have been taken as friendly . . . if only his hand had not lingered a moment longer than it should have.

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GRAHAM DUNNE (lead guitar, the Six): (Smiles) Y/N ended up becoming a better bassist than Chuck, anyway.

─── ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───

ROD REYES (tour manager): Oh, yeah. I remember the night the Dunne Brothers opened for the Winters, specifically Billy Dunne and Y/N L/N. One look, and I could tell they were rock stars. He was cocksure, knew who to play in the crowd. They had this air about them, the kind that entranced the crowd, really brought out their emotions.

There’s just a quality that some people have. If you took nine guys, plus Mick Jagger, and you put them in a lineup, someone who had never heard of the Rolling Stones before could still point to Jagger and say, “That’s the rock star.” Billy and Y/N had that. And the bad had good sound.

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“Obviously, you got to write your own material,” the famed manager, Rod Reyes, declared, the distinct smells of smoke and sex emanating from him, filling the air. The smell was so strong and potent that it filled your nostrils from your spot beside Graham, burning your throat, but you were happy, too optimistic to mind the burn.

“Well, I-I mean, I do. We do,” Billy replied, his emerald eyes flitting briefly from Rod’s to yours, because the two of you had written the band’s songs together. A multitude of hours had trickled by in which you two had tried to piece together worthwhile ballads, throwing paint at a theoretical wall and seeing what stuck. The first drafts of the songs had been horrid, lacking any harmony or smoothness, but with much shaping, they had been turned into songs that could go a long way. Key word: could. “Most of it’s not good enough yet.”

“What are you writing about?”

“I have this one song called ‘Nevermore’ about the Catonsville Nine.”

“No. Oh! Are you Bob Dylan? Are you Buffy Sainte-Marie? Enough with the political shit. It’s a new decade. No one needs reminding that the world is a mess. People want to feel good again. They want to feel hope. You can write a love song, can’t you?” Rod demanded, a sour look crossing his face at the thought of ‘Nevermore.’ The song had not been bad, sounding pleasant to the ear, but he did not need to hear it to know that it would not go over well with the masses. He turned to Graham, then, “You need to cool it with the solos, brother. Nobody cares about your technical guitar skills. They want to sing. They want to dance. Look, the last thing I’ll say, and this is key, you need to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh. You want to be signed to a label, you want to work with Jimmy Miller, Tom Dowd, Teddy Price—“

The mention of Teddy Price caused a great, perceptible shift in the air. You immediately sat upright, a curious glint working its way into your eyes. “Wait, you know Teddy Price?”

“Yeah, I know everybody, and they’re all in L.A. now. Not London, not New York. California, my friends. That is the place you got to be.”

His words resonated deeply with you three, specifically the brothers, which was why the prospect of going to L.A. was promptly proposed to the rest of the band. As expected, they agreed, and the six of you and Camila set off, riding off in Warren’s van, Lady Peaches, toward your futures.

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Y/N L/N (singer, The Six): I knew the chances of making it big were slim, but I also knew that if I didn’t at least try, I would never forgive myself. The boys wouldn’t either. So I packed up my things and bid Dad farewell. He was sad to see me go, but just as happy that I was going after my dreams.

He didn’t tell me he was sick . . . Probably because he knew I’d have stayed behind to take care of him.

─── ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───

The City of Angels welcomed you and the Dunne Brothers with open arms, taking you in as one of its own. You got into contact with Rod, hoping that he would set you up with the big guys, specifically Teddy Price, but all he had to offer was a gig at a dank, seedy bar named Filthy McNastys. Its attendants were sketchy, having all sorts of sins to their name, but given that the bar was on the Strip, the band gladly pushed through, giving their all to each and every performance.

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Y/N: The months we spent at McNastys were slow. At first, barely anyone came to see us, but the more shows we played, the more attention we got. People started coming in just to see us, which was fantastic, but there was a problem: we were barely getting paid.

I ended up getting a job as a waiter at this cute little coffee house to help make ends meet, but no matter what we did, it just didn’t seem like it’d be enough.

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“What happened with that producer you went up to?” Eddie asked as you slid into the booth aside him, donning your work uniform. Working at a coffee house was not exactly what you had envisioned yourself doing when you had set off for L.A., but hey, sacrifices had to be made if the group was to stay. “The one with the parrot?”

“Parrot guy passed on us,” Camila answered, having fashioned herself the band’s manager. You thought she was doing a great job, given that she had never done such a thing before. Others did not think as such, though, as shown by Eddie’s next comment.

“Wow. That is bleak.”

“Might want to save half that toast for tomorrow, Eddie,” she retorted, eyeing his toast with an expression of deadly seriousness. Atop the table lay a mound of cash, which was all of the money that the band had amassed since the start of the month. “This is barely enough to cover the rent.”

“Fuck,” Eddie cursed, breathing out a deep sigh. Half his toast was promptly placed in his shirt pocket, being tucked away to be eaten tomorrow.

“Fuck,” you echoed, resting your head atop his shoulder, the move a sign of just how deeply tiredness had settled upon your bones, weighing you down. “I’ll be working another double this weekend, I s’pose.”

Eddie opened his arms in response, letting you lean more closely against him. You did so happily, soaking in his warmth. The action, though gentle, was purely friendly, yet still, unbeknownst to you, two sets of eyes looked upon said action disapprovingly. Both Billy and Graham, despite not wanting to admit it, were jealous, because there you were, snuggling up against another man.

Their jealousy went unnoticed, but your exhaustion did not, as shown by the concern that made its way across Warren’s face. “Fuck it. Maybe old Chuckie was right, huh? Maybe this was all just a big mistake and we should have just stayed at home with our parents, saved money on rent, and become dentists.”

“I mean, I’ve sent out hundreds of photographs. Not a single fucking paper has responded. Should I just quit? No one said it was gonna be easy.”

Camila’s disheartened words drew your attention, causing your head to snap up toward hers. “No, don’t quit. All it takes is one person to make a difference,” you replied, flashing her a weak but warm smile, because even though you had distanced yourself from Billy, you had welcomed her into the group as kindly as you had the new keyboardist, Karen Sirko.

“Also, while we’re talking about stuff, how come I’m the only one without a bed in the house?” Warren deadpanned, heavily yearning for a good night’s sleep in a proper bed. He had been squatting on the couch, after all, and it could be felt in the aches of his back. No twenty year old should feel like they had the back of an old, decrepit man . . .

“Well, you could’ve taken Karen’s room,” Billy pointed out, finally breaking out of his jealous haze.

“No, I couldn’t have. That room is haunted.”

“It’s not haunted.”

“Everybody knows it’s haunted.”

“Oh, come on, Rojas. You don’t want to get all up close and personal with a ghost?” you teased, reaching across Eddie to jostle his arm. Of course, Warren jostled you back, the two of you nearly displacing Eddie’s toast, which he did not like. Not at all.

“Hey, stop! You almost made me drop my pocket toast—“

Sensing that the three of you were on the brink of causing chaos, Karen broke her silence, asking a question that had been bothering her for a long time, “Why are we still called The Dunne Brothers? I mean, four of us aren’t Dunnes, and the last time I checked, I’m nobody’s brother.”

“So you want to change our name?” Billy asked, not even wanting to consider the idea. Truth be told, you had been opposed to the name at the nascence of the band, but given that two of the three original members were Dunnes, your opinion had been the minority.

“I personally think that’s a great idea,” Eddie admitted, earning a sharp, accusatory look from Billy. Said look was sharp enough to cut skin, but he did not wilt, instead adding, “I’m just saying what everybody’s thinking.”

“Well, the name is the name, so . . . That’s how people know us.”

“Yeah, but it’s not exactly doing much for us, though.”

“How about Immaculate Reception?” Warren interjected, causing your nose to crinkle disapprovingly.

“God, no. That’s horrid.”

“We’re not changing the name,” Billy insisted, looking to his brother for help. Graham offered none, though, for he was open to changing the name.

“I mean, listen, if we’re throwing stuff out there, Hercules is still on the table.”

“No! No way!”

“Deliverance, Espionage, Poison.”

“How about Aurora—“

“The six of us will never agree on a name,” Billy cut you off, only liking a single one of the names that had been thrown out. “All right? So let’s just . . .”

His words caused a lightbulb to go off in Karen’s head, as shown by how brightly she grinned, realization donning on her features. “What about The Six?”

“I like The Six.”

“Sure as hell better than Hercules.”

“Y/N?” Graham looked at you, an expectant, questioning look flitting across his face. He had been looking at you more and more as of late with that look, one you could not quite make sense of. “What do you think?”

You opened your mouth to answer, to offer your view of the name, only for the words to die on your tongue when your boss, Dave, yelled out, “Y/N, break’s over. Back on the floor!”

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Y/N: I put in crazy hours at the coffee house, working to the point of exhaustion, but one of my coworkers there, this bright, fiery girl named Daisy Jones, turned what was one of the darkest times of my life into one of the brightest. One day, after working a double together, she pulled me along to watch her and her friend, Simone, perform at the Troubadour.

I thought that was all it was, that I was just going to support them, but then, after Daisy performed, she got this crazy glint in her eye. The kind where you know she’s up to something. She set down her guitar and said, “Now, I’d like to bring a friend of mine up on stage. Come on up and wow us, Y/N L/N.”

I was shocked, to say the least, but Daisy Jones isn’t the type of person you deny, especially in a room with that many people. So I got up on that stage, took Daisy’s guitar, and sang a piece I had been writing on my own called “Equilibrium.” It was about trying to find a balance between who I was with Billy versus without him.

Looking back, it was sad just how deeply intertwined I was with him, even when there was more space between us than ever. At the time, though, I didn’t realize the song was about him.

Hell, I didn’t even realize Teddy Price was in the audience that night. In my defense, though, my obliviousness might’ve been from all the mescaline I was taking at the time . . .

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After your performance, you returned the guitar to Daisy and hopped off the stage, your cheeks bathed in perspiration from exertion. As soon as your feet made contact with the earth, you were off, making a beeline for the star of the night, Simone.

A golden grin immediately slid onto your mouth, showing how happy you were for her in that moment. “Simone, you did great out there.”

“Hey,” she returned the smile, inclining her head to the man she had been chatting with before you had approached. “Y/N L/N, Teddy Price. You two should talk.”

Oh, my God, you thought when his name trickled your ears. It was all you could think, because there was one of the legends of the music industry, handing you his card. Feeling as though you were floating outside of your body, you reached out to take the card into your hands, hoping that he did not notice the slight tremble of your fingers.

“You interested, kid? We could work on some music together.”

“Oh, um, I appreciate it, but I’m not a solo act,” you informed, because at the time, you had only ever performed by yourself on a handful of occasions. They had been fine, perhaps even good, but not as great as when you performed with the band. “I’m in a band, The Six. Any chance you’d be interested in giving us a chance? Just let us play one song for you, that’s all I ask.”

He looked upon you, studying you keenly. A beat passed, then he nodded, agreeing to give The Six a chance. “Okay, kid. I’ll give you a chance. Are you ready?”

“Undoubtedly, yes.”

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BILLY: People think we played one song for Teddy Price and he gave us a record deal. Not true. After that first meeting, he put us through the wringer for months, but it was worth it.

Everything had gone so slowly, and then suddenly it was all happening so fast. We recorded our album in six days, had two weeks off, then it was time to hit the road.

─── ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───

BILLY: The night before we were set to leave, Camila told me she was seven weeks pregnant, and I . . . I decided we needed to get married right away. We had been planning to have a wedding sometime after the tour but I decided we needed to do it right then. I don’t know why that mattered to me, but the moment I knew she was pregnant I felt like we had to make sure we were a proper family.

CAMILA DUNNE (wife of Billy Dunne): Karen knew an ordained minister. She got his number from a friend of hers and we called him late that night. He came right over.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE (rhythm guitarist, The Six): It was four in the morning.

CAMILA: Karen decorated the porch out back, and Y/N picked some roses from the bushes surrounding the house. They made me this beautiful flower crown and did my hair; it made me feel like a proper bride.

─── ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───

INTERVIEWER: What do you remember about the tour?

Y/N: More than I’d like to.

GRAHAM: . . .

WARREN ROJAS (drummer, The Six): . . .

KAREN SIRKO (keyboardist, The Six): . . .

BILLY: I, uh . . . It was a long time ago, I don’t remember much.

CAMILA: I remember everything.

GRAHAM: Pretty quickly, we found a rhythm: get to town, sound check, play, party, get on the bus. And the better we started playing, the more we partied. Hotels, girls, drugs. Over and over. Hotels, drugs, girls. For all of us, but especially Billy.

WARREN: Let me sum it up for you: I was getting laid, Graham was getting high, Eddie was getting drunk, Karen and Y/N were getting fed up, and Billy was all four, at once.

Y/N: Billy changed on that first tour. Cracked under the pressure, I think. He turned into a person I didn’t recognize and didn’t like.

And even though I didn’t like him, I still loved him.

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After the wedding, something within Billy had changed, had shifted. He became hard, closed off. You and Graham, two of the people closest to him, were kept at arm’s length, having no choice but to helplessly watch on as he ruined all that was good in his life. He got drunk, high, and angry, and when his anger mounted to an exceedingly high level, he expelled it by sleeping with a nameless woman, one he could use, then discard when he felt better.

Him spiraling hurt you more than you cared to admit, but you were not his family. Not his spouse nor his blood, so it was not your place to set him straight . . . or you thought as such until he tried to rope you into his debauchery.

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Y/N: After the Ottawa show, I went back to my hotel room and started getting ready to go out for the night. I remember, I was just about to get started on my hair when there came a knock at the door. I opened it, expecting to see Graham, but it was Billy. He had been drinking tequila. I could smell it on his breath, and the look in his eye . . . I had never seen him that down, and it made me sad.

I didn’t know what to say, but I let him in. He went and sat down on the bed, and knowing I’d need a drink to get through whatever was to come, I poured myself a glass of whiskey. It was awful, but did its job. I downed the whole thing, then poured two more. One for me, and one for Billy.

BILLY: I honestly don’t know what got into me that night. I just needed to see Y/N, to hold them.

Y/N: He asked me to hold him, so I did. We sat there for a while, not talking, moving, or doing anything. Just holding each other . . . until he tried to kiss me. That pissed me off, because he knew how I felt about him. He had known when he married Camila, yet still, he had married her. Had chosen her.

I jumped up and yelled, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Billy? I mean, honestly, is this the kind of person you want to be?”

And he said, “The booze, the drugs, the girls . . . I’ve been doing them all to try to get you out of my system—“

I slapped him. Hard.

BILLY: Y/N slapped me, and I just kind of sat there, reeling. They looked like they wanted to apologize, but before they could, Graham walked in. You could just tell by the look on his face that he had overheard the whole thing.

GRAHAM: I only heard a tiny bit, but it wasn’t hard to piece together what was happening. It also wasn’t hard to piece together that Y/N wasn’t willing to entertain Billy’s advances, so I pushed him out of the room and into the parking lot. Outside, he paced back and forth and muttered to himself, looking a little crazy. He said, “I fucked it all up. I fucked it all up.”

Deep down, I’d known it was coming, because he loved Y/N the same way I did. So all I could say was, “Just don’t do it again, man. Just don’t do it again.”

ROD: Billy started going at it double time after Ottawa. The coke and girls and booze and all that.

GRAHAM: Camila decided to surprise Billy a few weeks after that. She drove up, five months pregnant, and found him in a . . . compromising position.

EDDIE: She walked in on him getting, well . . . I don’t know how else to say it . . . oral sex, I guess I should say. From a groupie.

Y/N: Camila blew up on Billy. Like, slapped right across the face. Hit him with her bag, too, if memory serves. She asked me to watch him, to make sure he didn’t sink deeper into himself.

And she said, “When he wakes up, give him this letter.” The letter had an ultimatum; he had to get clean before the baby came.

KAREN: He didn’t stop messing around with all of it.

EDDIE: We were all sort of counting down the days. You know, sixty days until Billy has to get clean. Then it was forty days. Then, when it got down to ten days, he was forgetting the words onstage, and I thought he was never gonna clean up.

Y/N: On November 28th, we were in Hartford for a show when one of the stage managers called me offstage. Said there was a call for me. I picked it up, and it was Teddy. “You gotta get Billy home,” he said, because Camila had gone into labor.

BILLY: Y/N took me by the arm and held onto me until we got onto the plane. Then, we landed and they dragged me into this beat-up rental car and drove me to the hospital.

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The rickety old rental car sped into the hospital parking lot, going way faster than the legal speed in an effort to get Billy to his girls as fast as possible. When the car rolled to a stop, though, he did not immediately jump to get out. Confusion overtook your features, prompting you to say, “Well? Go see your girls.”

“I can’t,” he whispered, his voice sad, broken down. Never before had you seen him so shattered.

“You can.”

“I can’t.”

“Billy.”

“Y/N. I can’t have her meet me like this.”

An emotion akin to the anger you had felt back in Ottawa arose beneath your skin, causing you to tighten your hold on the steering wheel, your knuckles flashing white with force. “Okay, then,” you said, eerily calm. “I’m going to be there for Camila and to meet that baby girl, with or without you, Billy. But if I go by myself, you’re going to get help when I come back out. Real help.”

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Y/N: That night, sitting by Camila’s bedside was when I let go of the possibility of Billy. He had a wife and a baby, and if he was going to mess that up, I wasn’t going to play a part in it.

[allisluv]

what types of affection do you think would make billy (dunne) jealous? especially if he’s not clean.

i could've completely misinterpreted what you meant so if i did don't be afraid to let me know lovely!! i honestly think billy is a really jealous person, especially when he's not clean. any kind of physical affection would make his blood but even like random acts of kindness too! he often takes things the wrong way like someone could offer to buy you a drink because you're an old friend or something and he'd flip his lid. i think he would do well with a partner who calls him out on his bull- shit and doesn't let him get away with stunts because even though it's not intentional, he does get controlling at times and needs to be knocked down a peg or two. after a thorough talking to, he does come back with his tail between his legs and (albeit reluctantly) apologize

[pawnshopbleus]

Without You

Guitarist!Eddie Munson x Singer!Fem!Reader 

summary - Being the lead singer in a band might be fun for some but to you, it just opens old wounds. 

warnings - basically Eddie is Billy Dunne and you're Daisy Jones, Yes this is basically based off of Daisy Jones & the Six, you're a Daisy Jones and Stevie Nicks hybrid, crying (dw you're a pretty cryer), cheating, angst, comfort, this isn’t edited so sorry for the mistakes.   

word count - 2.4k 

You were dancing around the stage while the drummer of the band did his solo. The screaming and cheering fans were loving it. They danced and clapped along with you but soon you resumed your place in front of the mic. You sang and dance your heart away until the song ended. People cheered and clapped as you got ready for the last and final song for the night.

“Well, wasn’t that fun,” you said as you looked into the cheering crowd of twenty thousand people. “For the last song were going to take it a bit slow. We’d also like to thank you all for coming out tonight. We just don’t know what we’d do Without You,” the band started playing once they got their cue. The soft playing of the numerous instruments were heard along with the screams of numerous fans. 

Without You had been the first song you wrote with Eddie. You two always clashed and never really fit together. So when the bands manager, Steve, decided that it would be a great idea for the two of you to write a song together, you originally were opposed to the idea. After having a talk with Steve you realized that you were being crazy and unreasonable. You joined the band to become a singer/song-writer and giving up on the first opportunity you had to write a song was stupid. After deciding to put your differences aside, you and Eddie began to write a song.

You two began to spend more time together. Whether it be writing in the little apartment you owned or staying at the studio until 3am just to add the finishing touches. As the time when on the hatred you had for each other slowly vanished. You began to notice that everything you hated in him was because of something else. You didn’t want to admit it but you started to develop feelings for Eddie. You knew he was taken, there was always a pretty blonde in the studio to remind you of it. So, when you told him that you loved him, you knew it was a mistake.

It was one am, the pair of you were sitting on your couch with your song notebook open. Without You was finished. The song was about how no matter how much you love someone, you know that you can never have them. Without You revealed so much about your current situation. You were in love with Eddie Munson but he was with someone else. The way he would always talk about her made your heart clench. It didn’t help that half of the songs you sang were about her. “I should go. It’s getting late and we have to show this to Steve at 10,” he stifled a yawn as he got up and began to look for his keys.

“Ya, you’re right,” you closed your notebook and took the two empty beer bottles that were on your coffee table and put them in the recycle bin.

You were on your way back to the living room to tidy up a bit before bed but Eddie stopped you. He didn’t physically stop you but the words he said made you halt.

“I had a really nice time working with you. You’re an incredibly talented person and you deserve someone who reminds you of that,” Eddie turned to exit. Eddie was probably referring to the fact that you had a deadbeat boyfriend who lives off of your money. He didn’t show up for shit. Long rehearsals, concerts, even date nights ended up in you calling him and him apologizing with the same sorry ass excuse.

“Eddie stop please,” you turned around to see his hand leave the door knob.

He turned to look at you,“Stop what?”

“Doing this,” your hand gestured to him, “You say all these things to me. You say that I am so talented and that I deserve someone who can show me that but what if the person that I want to show me is already taken?” you stepped closer to him. Your eyes were glossy and you looked like you wanted to cry

“What do you mean?” he asked. You looked down at your feet.

“He sees the real me. Not some star studded rock princess who broke into the industry because of her parents. He sees my flaws and imperfections and doesn’t comment on them. He sees past the cool girl facade. He seen me go from the shy new girl to the person who rocks out on stage the most. He sees me for who I am and I’m grateful for him. I’m grateful for you Eddie Munson. I love you. I want you,” you pointer finger dug into his chest. You backed away and looked into his eyes. They looked like they were trying to process what you just confessed.

“You know we can’t,” he whispered. Did this mean he wanted you too?

You closed your eyes and let the silent tears fall. Then, you felt something touch your cheek. Eddies tattooed hands wiped the silent tears that were streaming down your cheek. His hands were so warm and soft despite the hours of shredding on the guitar. You put your hand on top of his and looked up at him. Your mascara was smeared and your nose was stuffy but at that moment, Eddie thought that your were the most beautiful human being in the world. The thoughts of his girlfriend and your boyfriend immediately went through the window.

He took your head in his hands and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was sweet at first. You got lost in what you were doing that you forgot about the world outside your door. Your arms went around his shoulders and his hands snaked around your waist. The kiss was passionate, the tension between the two of you was released. Then you remembered, Eddie had a girlfriend and you had a boyfriend.

You pulled back, “Eddie,” your were panting while you tried to adjust to the air around you.

“I think I should go,” without saying anything else he gathered his things and left.

It was in your best interest that he left. If anything else more would have happened that night you surely would have been more hurt than you already were. You kept replaying the kiss in your head. The way his hands roamed all over your body made you go insane. You broke down at the though of not being able to have him to yourself. That night you fell asleep on the floor of the hallway in which you kissed the famous guitarist Eddie Munson.

That was six months ago and the two of you haven’t spoken to each other since. The only time the two of you would talk was in the form of shared glances. Speaking of, as Without You started to play you and Eddie shared a glance. It was quick but it held meaning. Without You required the vocals of a man and a woman so as Eddie stepped closer to the mic your heart began to beat faster.    

“Look at you look at her,” was only the first line to the song and it was powerful enough to make you break down right on that stage. As you looked at him play the guitar your heart clenched. A thousand what if played in your head. You never though that you would experience this kind of love in your life. Love that feels so right but so wrong at the same time.

He looked back at you and began to sing his part. There was this air of confidence around him that no one could quite match. No one except you. The two of you had chemistry. Your fans could see it, the band could see it, hell even his girlfriend could see it. It was no wonder why so many people though that the two of you were together.

As the song ended and the crowd cheered you began to finally let your guard down. You bowed and exited off stage. There were reporters backstage so you answered a few questions. Most of them were questions about the relationship you and Eddie had. You wanted to take the mic and shove it down the reporters throat for making you remember that you didn’t have a relationship with him. Instead you simply said, “Eddie Munson and I are not together. He lives a happy life with his amazing girlfriend.”

Meanwhile, Eddie was getting broken up with by his so called amazing girlfriend.

“You don’t look at me the way you look at her. It’s obvious you’re in love with her and if I stand in between you two I might as well go,” she said as she walked out of the door that had a red exit sign above it.

“Chris, wait!” Eddie tried to stop her but she didn’t come back. Chrissy was right and he felt bad about it. Ever since the two of you kissed he couldn’t get you out of his mind. You lips were so soft, your body felt amazing under his hands, and your voice was unique and beautiful. When he was with Chrissy he often imagined it was you instead. He almost made the mistake of saying your name during sex but he was biting his lip so hard that it came out as a muffled bunch of words.

He sat on the couch backstage and drank the water that Jeff brought him.  

“You okay?” Jeff asked. Jeff was a great friend and a good man. Eddie often confided in him when things go wrong.

Eddie shook his head. “Do you want to talk about it?” Jeff offered.

“Not really,” Eddie said and Jeff nodded. Jeff took that as his cue to leave.

Eddie was left alone for about a minute until you walked in. The black dress and cowboy boots you wore glittered in the soft lighting of the backstage area. Your bell sleeves followed your every movement. They hypnotized him and his eyes followed the movements of your sleeves. You could tell that he was looking at you. The air was awkward and uncomfortable. You were just going to grab a water and leave.

“Stay,” Eddie said as you were on you way to the door. You turned to look at him and you tilted your head. You had a confused look on your face. That was the first time Eddie said something directly to you in months. You gulped and then took a seat on the opposite couch.

“What do you need?” your hands were on your lap and your fingers played with each other. You were nervous. The last time the two of you were alone together you had kissed and it didn’t turn out pretty, for you at least.

“Chrissy and I broke up,” he brought his water bottle to his lips. “Oh,” was all you were able to say. What were you supposed to say? Eddie I’m so happy that your girlfriends out of the way. Now let’s go have hot sex in the dressing room! Did you want that? Yes. Were you going to say it out loud? No.

“I just wanted to say that I think since she’s gone maybe we could-” you interrupted him.

“No Eddie, I told you that I love you. I still do but i’m not going to be a rebound for you. Your girlfriend just broke up with you and you're already looking bang someone else. Did she not mean anything to you?” you looked at him with wide eyes.

“We broke up because of you!” What the hell did I do? you thought. “She said I didn’t look at her they way that I look at you,”

“Do I really mean all that much to you?” you asked.

“Do you know why I didn’t like you?” you shook your head.

“The day we met you walked into the studio you immediately started commanding things whether it be a water to wanting to write the whole god damn album. You matched my energy and i’ve never met anyone who could do that and it irritated the hell out of  me. As time went on I saw how talented you were and soon that hatred I held for you sort of vanished. You became the person who could get a genuine laugh out of me. You were easy to talk to not to mention sweet eye candy,” you rolled your eyes and Eddie continued, “The point is that you also saw the real me. Not even Chrissy could tell whether I was Eddie or Eddie Munson lead guitarist of the hottest rock band in the 80s,” you got up and sat next to him. You took his left hand and held it with your right.

“Eddie, do you really want to do this?” he nodded.

“I’m positive you’re the only one for me,” he would stay by your side through thick and think. There wouldn’t be a day where he wasn’t at your beck and call.

“I still have a boyfriend Eddie,” you remembered. It would be easy to get rid of him, you didn’t really like him all that much anyway.

“I’ll wait for you,” he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it.

“I’m pretty sure he won’t miss me. He’ll probably miss my money though,” the both of you laughed. As the laughter did down you began to come back to reality. Eddie fucking Munson said that he would wait for you. That was literally the most romantic thing someone has said to you and you literally dated Prince for god sake.  

“The bus is waiting for you guys,” Gareth, the drummer, came in and interrupted the moment you were having.  

Eddie got up and pulled you with him. The two of you were still hand in hand when you went outside. The walk to the bus was filled with confused looks from the band members as they look between you and Eddie.

When you guys got outside the paparazzi immediately began to shove their cameras into your faces. Let’s just say that the image of you and Eddie holding hands was on the cover of every magazine.